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virgin!inexperienced!reader x older!eddie smut 🤭

grumpy x sunshine if that’s possible !!

eddie as the grump (he’s so cute)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

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The first time

Y/N and Eddie had been together for a year, and it was the best relationship either of them had.

Eddie, of course, had more experience than she did with the dating world. He was in the dating scene longer than her and sometimes that made her nervous. It was clear Eddie was not a virgin, he had a dirty mouth and knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to set her body on fire and make her crave him more than air itself.

But, it also scared her. Eddie was her first long-term boyfriend, and knowing he was way older than her and had all this experience that she didn't. She was terrified to disappoint him, she wanted to be better than all the girls before, but she was inexperienced.

She always wanted to wait for the right guy and Eddie was that guy. He was patient with her, she never confessed she was a virgin, just that she wanted to wait until they had been together for a little longer. And the gentlemen he was, he had no issues about that.

Tonight was their big anniversary dinner, and she wanted to surprise him with a night neither of them would forget. She bought a sexy piece of lingerie that was tucked in the back of his closet. He was a man so she knew he wouldn't go searching.

Eddie held her hand as they walked into the restaurant. She walked behind him without a thought, she followed Eddie anywhere he led. His rough hand holding hers and the way his hair rested on his shoulders. He smelled amazing and looked even better in his dark jeans and long-sleeved shirt. She almost didn't want to wait until after dinner. She wanted to drag him to the car and let him have her right then and there. But she took a deep breath and forced herself to be patient. She had a plan and she wanted to follow it.

"A thirty-minute wait? For a reservation, I planned a month ago?" Eddie's annoyed tone brought her out of her sexy daydream. "What's the point of a reservation if you are going to make my girlfriend wait anyway?"

"Eds, it's fine. We can wait." her soft voice was in his ear. He might have been older and rougher on the edges but he always listened to her.

"You're lucky she doesn't care." Eddie threatened as he turned around. There wasn't much room to sit so Eddie took a seat on the last available chair, he grabbed her hand and brought her to sit on his lap.

She tried not to clench her thighs as she sat on his muscular ones. Eddie's soft hands brushed down her dress to make sure no one could sneak a single look at her. Then he left his hands on her thighs as his chin rested on her shoulder.

"Little grump," she teased as she reached up and ruffled his curls.

"Just want the best for you," he said sweetly as he kissed her shoulder.

They waited a few minutes and Y/N felt eyes burning into her. She tried to look without making it obvious. She smiled to herself as she saw a little boy looking at her with awe.

"Why are you smiling?" Eddie asked into her ear

"That little boy keeps staring," she laughed

"What? The kid with four eyes?" Eddie muttered as he looked over at the little boy with glasses.

"Eddie!" she gasped, "be nice. He's adorable," she said as she swatted his hand that rested on her thighs.

"I'm never nice," Eddie said with a smirk, he landed a soft pinch to her thigh. She jumped and squirmed, causing her body to rub against his jeans. She blushed as she heard a low moan come from his throat.

"I think you're jealous," she teased, maybe getting him a tad worked up before tonight would work in her favor.

"Of a kid that can't count to ten? Yeah right," Eddie scoffed, when Y/N looked away Eddie sent a glare to the little kid. The kid shrunk in his seat and turned to his mom as his bottom lip trembled.

"Oh no! He's crying!" Y/N said

"Oh well, the table's ready," Eddie said as he began to stand up. He laced his hand with hers and walked to their table.

The dinner was going amazingly. The food was delicious and Eddie had her laughing all night long.

But the closer they got to the end, the more turned-on she got. She kept up with her teasing, she rubbed her foot up his leg. She batted her eyelashes and softly rubbed his hand.

Then in the car drive home, her hand rested very high on his thigh. She pecked up and down his neck.

His head was spinning as he tried to keep his cool. He wanted nothing more than to shove his pulsing cock inside of her and watch her body shake. But he knew she wasn't ready and he respected that.

"Are you trying to make me crash the car?" he chuckled as he looked over at her before his eyes went back to the road.

She just laughed and didn't say anything.

Eddie pulled into his driveway and Y/N jumped out of the car.

"Why are you in a hurry?" He asked, using his long legs to catch up to her as she waited by his front door.

"I have a surprise for you," she whispered as she laced her arms around his neck

"Oh? And what would that be?" he asked back, he stepped closer so their bodies were right against each other.

"Need you to open that door and find out," she said, she leaned in and softly kissed his lips. He hummed and gladly kissed her back. Before it got any deeper she pulled away with his bottom lip between her teeth.

"Yes, ma'am," he teased, he let go of her body as she unlocked the door. She stood behind him and tried to shake off her nerves.

Eddie opened the door and she slipped off her shoes.

"You stay right here, and I'll call you when I'm ready," she said. She gave him another quick kiss.

She raced up to his bedroom and closed the door behind her. Eddie stayed downstairs like she asked, sitting in his living room as he cracked open a beer.

Y/N went into his closet and grabbed the box. She opened the box and grabbed out the red piece of lingerie. She slipped off her dress and slipped it on. She felt the heat on her face as she saw her reflection. She had never seen her body in something so sexy, but she liked it.

She shoved her dress in the corner and took out the candles and rose petals she had. She set up the room, candles lit on his nightstand and the petals on the floor, and leading up to the bed, a few scattered on the mattress.

She gave herself a small pep talk as she rubbed her perfume on her ankles and neck.

"READY!" she screamed then quickly raced to sit on the bed. She sat on her knees as she waited.

She heard his heavy footsteps go up the stairs, the closer he got the more nervous and excited she got.

He opened the door and shock was written on his face.

"Whats...a...what is all this?" he asked, his eyes taking in the candles and rose petals. Then his eyes landed on her and they stayed there.

"Wow," he mouthed, he slowly moved forward. He felt like he lost his breath when she crawled towards him. "You look incredible." He stood at the bottom of the bed as she finished crawling.

"Thank you," she smiled, she stood on her knees so she was closer to his height. "I'm ready," she whispered as her hands moved up his chest.

She watched as his eyes went wide with excitement. "As in ready ready?" he asked.

"As in I'm ready for you to make love to me," she said, her eyes staring into his as she waited for his reaction. She was nervous and negative thoughts filled her head the longer he was silent. What if she read it all wrong? What if he actually didn't want to have sex with her? What if- but her thoughts were cut off when Eddie pushed her body against the mattress and immediately crashed his lips on hers.

She moaned as his tongue slipped inside her mouth, his tongue was warm and strong just like his hands as they skimmed up her naked thighs.

He smirked into the kiss as he grabbed the garter on her thigh and snapped it against her skin. She pulled away with a whimper as her skin burned. His body was in between her legs as he stood on his knees, she panted below him as she watched him. He looked down at her as he reached and pulled his shirt over his head. He tossed it somewhere in the room before he leaned back down to connect their lips.

His naked chest was against hers as she ran her hands through his long hair. She shivered as she felt his hands begin to explore her body. His hands rubbed her thighs as he pushed her legs apart, giving his body more room as he settled in between her.

He pulled away to kiss down her chin and her neck. They'd made out before but now that both knew it was leading to something more, they couldn't help but grow more excited. She could feel his hard-on poking through his jeans against her thigh and she loved having that effect on him.

She gasped as he sucked gently on her neck, she couldn't wait to see the marks in the morning and have a reminder of this night.

Her head was thrown back as his tongue licked around the mark he left, and his hands moved up to massage her breasts. She shook as his fingers rolled her nipple between them. He slipped his other hand underneath the bra to free her breast. She moaned as he leaned down and wrapped his mouth around it. She never knew she could feel even more turned on by Eddie, but she was wrong.

Her hands went down his bare back as he tugged on her nipple with his teeth. She couldn't help but arch into him, pressing her chest even further into him.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty girl," he said against her skin as he moved his lips to her other nipple. He gave it the same treatment as she squirmed and panted.

She could feel her underwear getting soaked. Her cunt pulsed and ached. She wasn't sure what to do to make it feel better. She got scared and pushed Eddie back a little.

"You okay?" He asked, his lust-filled eyes flashed with worry. His body still leaned over hers as he looked down at her.

"I have something to tell you," she said with a deep breath.

"Hey, it's okay," he said softly and grabbed her hand. "We don't have to do this."

"NO!" She practically screamed in his face. He chuckled at her but waited for her to continue. "I want this and I want you." She reassured.

"Okay, then what's wrong?" He asked, she squeezed his hand and closed her eyes. Her body flushed with embarrassment.

"I've never done anything more than making out," she confessed. "Like ever, even with myself."

Eddie tried to hide his shock so he didn't embarrass her even more.

"Hey, that's alright." He smiled, and his free hand pushed back her hair. "We'll go very slow, and if there's something you don't like, I'll stop."

"Is it going to hurt?" She asked as she looked up at him.

"At first, but I'll make sure you are prepared, baby. I'll use my fingers to stretch you out a bit, once I'm in you it will hurt while you get adjusted. But I won't move, I'll stay until you are ready for me."

And that's why she felt so safe and ready with him. He didn't judge, he explained everything and she loved that he knew how to take his time with her.

"It already hurts, down there. Is that bad?" She asked.

Eddie tried to fight back a smirk, he wanted to be helpful. "Hurts down where baby? Show me." He might have been a little teased by acting clueless. But the inexperience in her eyes turned him on. He couldn't wait to be the only person that ever touched her this way.

She took the hand that was holding his and moved it down her body.

He followed her hand with excitement as she moved his hand to rest on her cunt.

"Right here?" He asked, then he pressed two fingers against her clit. She jolted forward at the feeling. The pressure felt like heaven as the ache soothed just a smidge.

She nodded

"That's good. This means I'm doing a great job at turning you on. That's your pretty cunt telling you that it needs some help." He explained, and then he began to move the two fingers in slow circles.

She felt her eyes roll in the back of her head as she gripped his arm. A wonderful feeling she had never felt before rushed over her.

He pulled his hand away and she whined.

"No, it felt good!"

Eddie chuckled down at her and pecked her lips. "I know, but I'll make it feel even better." He said against her lips.

"You okay if I take these off?" He asked, his fingers ghosted underneath her underwear band and it made her shiver.

"Please," she moaned. She lifted up her hips and let him slide the underwear down her legs. His hands softly ran down her legs as he did.

"You are absolutely soaked, baby." He said with a smirk, loving the feeling of her soaked underwear against his fingers. He tossed them to the floor and moved his body down to settle between her legs.

She bit her lip as she watched him. His knees were on the floor as he yanked her body to the edge of the bed. She shivered at how easily he moved her.

"What are you doing?" She squeaked out. She went up on her elbows as she looked down at him. Memorized by seeing his head between her legs.

"I'm going to taste you, sweetheart."

She wanted to ask what that meant but she felt her jaw snap open when his tongue licked between her folds.

"Oh God," she whined. Her hands gripped the sheets as he did it over and over. She felt her arms growing weak as she tried to hold herself up so she could see him.

He looked up at her as he wrapped his mouth around her clit. He sucked on it gently, enjoying the way her arms gave out and she landed against the mattress.

He went slow and took his time to run his tongue over every part of her cunt. He flattened his tongue and licked right up to her clit, then flicked it with his tongue. He did it a few times then wrapped his lips around the clit again, sucking loudly.

He pulled away lightly, not without kissing her clit first.

"Put your hands in my hair and move your hips against my tongue." He directed.

She blindly followed, her hands slipped in his curls and she waited. Once she felt his tongue back on her clit, she rolled her hips. The feeling elevated as she yanked on his hair. He growled against her as he felt her yank his roots, but he loved it.

She was so lost in how good it felt, no idea that her hips were moving faster than her brain. She felt something, almost like it was building. The more she moved, the better it felt.

Eddie sat back and let her ride his face, he kept his tongue moving and his hands slipped up her thighs. He wished he had a camera so he could watch this over and over.

Her moans got more choked and whiny and Eddie had a good feeling of what that meant. He went to pull away but felt her hands shove his face right back down. He wanted to warn her what was coming but she wouldn't lose her grip. She pushed his head right where she needed it as her hips moved faster than ever. Her thighs clamped around his head and he was submitted to stay in place.

"EDDIE!" she cried out as something snapped. He moved his hand up her body and softly rubbed her stomach as she continued to ride his tongue.

She wasn't sure what she felt, but it was the best thing she ever experienced. She moved her hips through it, feeling it build then slowly going back down. Towards the end, she could feel her thighs twitch. She gasped as the pleasure turned painful. He licked up her mess, slurping up her cum as he tasted it on his tongue.

Eddie tapped her thighs and she got the hint. Releasing her grip and letting her legs fall against the mattress. Once his tongue was off, she felt the pain disappear.

"Jesus Christ, babygirl." He chuckled as he wiped his soaked mouth. "Wouldn't let me come up for air." He teased but he didn't mind. He'd suffocate between her thighs for as long as she was willing.

He softly rubbed her cheek and pushed her sweaty hair back. "Did that feel good?"

She nodded, lost for words and air.

"Well, that is what an orgasm feels like. You can get pretty sensitive afterward and that's when it'll start to hurt. Just give yourself a few minutes and it'll go away and feel good again." He explained

"Can I taste you while we wait?" She asked, her innocent eyes had no idea how heavy her words felt.

"Fuck, you wanna suck me off, pretty girl?" He teased, traced her lips, and used his thumb to pull down her bottom lip.

She nodded, "Please,"

"Wanna help me get these off?" He asked, he nodded down to his pants. In a flash, she was working on his jeans and dragging them down his legs.

She leaned back and took in his body. His pasty skin and dark black tattoos. His hairy chest and his happy trail trailed down and disappeared into his boxers. She leaned down and kissed his chest, just like he did to her. Then she kissed down to his stomach and landed above his boxers. She could see the outline of his cock and it made her whimper.

She slowly reached forward, almost scared to move too fast. She traced her fingernails underneath his boxer's strap. She watched as his stomach moved up and down at a fast speed and he shivered.

He lifted his hips and they both pulled down his boxers.

"Well, I'm completely naked and at your mercy. I think this should go." He said, his fingers ran over the bra she wore. She smiled and moved her hands behind her. She unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor.

Eddie looked at her naked body, even better than any wet dream he had about her. Her neck was covered in his bruises.

Her eyes looked down at his cock, and they widened in shock. He was thick, red, and long. She gulped as she reached forward and traced the veins. His cock jumped at her touch. She yanked her hand back and looked at him.

"It's okay, means it felt good." He reassured her. He smiled down at her as she reached forward again. She ran her fingers up and down.

"Just softly wrap your hand around it. Keep it loose because you'll want it to be able to move. It's gonna be a little wet so spit before you move."

She listened to his instructions. She gathered spit from the back of her throat and aimed for his tip. She watched as it began to slide down, she helped rub it in. Now his cock glistened.

She wrapped her hand around him, loose like he said.

"Now move up and down," he braced himself as she began to jerk him off. He felt his eyes roll in the back of his head. Her touch was nervous and slow, but it felt amazing.

"Little faster," he croaked out. She watched his body for reactions as she moved her hands faster.

"That's it, baby." He moaned. She smiled as she seemed to be doing it correctly. With a little confidence, she moved forward and pressed her lips along his hips. She kissed just below his happy trail, his pubes tickled her chin.

Then she moved down and released her hands. Her mouth was right above his cock as she licked her lips.

"Want it in your mouth, pretty girl?" He asked, his hand moved down to grip his cock. He gave it a slight squeeze.

"Yes," she breathed out.

"Open your mouth," he demanded. She nodded and opened her mouth. He used his free hand to hold her hair back. He used his other hand to guide his cock inside her mouth. Just barely fitting the tip in at first.

"Gonna wanna open your throat and keep your tongue down. It's gonna be uncomfortable b-" he was cut off as she immediately took him fully down her throat.

"FUCK," he moaned loudly as she gagged. She wasn't sure where the confidence came from but she loved that he lost control. She moved herself back up, having him halfway in her throat. She breathed hard through her nose before she took him fully in again. She concentrated hard as she focused on keeping her throat open and sucking at the same time.

"Doing amazing, he praised. His hand stayed in her hair as he slowly moved his hips. He moaned as he hit the back of her throat and she loudly gagged. "Hold it, just a second." He begged. His body shook in bliss as he sat fully in her throat, the sound of her gags turned him on even more.

He pushed her head off and let her get air. His cock was covered in her spit as she coughed and gasped for air.

"Good?" She choked out, her throat already wrecked.

"If you stayed on any longer I would have come down your throat." He laughed, he fought to catch his breath.

"I think I'm ready again," she said, she could feel the wetness in between her legs and that ache returning.

She crawled up his body and softly placed herself down on his stomach.

"You wanna ride me?" He asked. She was full of surprises.

"Yes," she said.

"Gotta prep you first." He said as he leaned forward and pecked her lips.

"What do I do?" She asked

"Just gonna move you down a little," he said, he moved her body down in between his legs. He softly pushed her back, and her back hit the mattress.

He moved so he was hovering over her. He ran his fingers through her wetness, spreading it around and all over his fingers.

"Ready?" He asked, his fingers waiting outside her entrance.

"Yes," she said. She clenched her eyes as she waited. He slowly slipped a finger inside of her.

"Okay, baby. You gotta go slow though." He said. He held her hand with his left, then used his right hand to hold his cock as she slowly sunk down on it.

"Ow, ow" she cried as his tip entered.

"I know, nice and slow. It'll feel better." He said softly.

Shs took a deep breath and sunk further down. She took inch by inch, it hurt the more he filled her. But his soft whispers and his thumbs rubbed her skin, calming her down.

"That's it, good girl." He wiped the tears that fell down her cheeks. And softly kissed her lips.

She sat half way on him, she was worried his whole length would hurt too bad. She slowly picked up her hips then went back down. It took her a second to find a rhythm, but once she did, it finally felt good.

Eddie gripped her hips in a bruising grip. She was tight and so warm around him. He had to keep control of himself. She wanted to ride him so he needed to be patient. But the way she felt, the way she smelled, and the way she sounded, he wanted nothing more than to flip them around and ruin them both.

"So good," she whined, and she began to bounce on him. Eddie slowly lifted his hips up, pushing his cock further inside of her. She whimpered at the feeling but started to bounce faster.

"That's it, baby. Ride my cock, make yourself feel so good." He praised, his hot lips back on her neck as she bounced. He moaned against her skin as she squeezed him. His hands moved down to her back, then squeezed her ass. He scooped under her ass and helped her bounce on him. Her skin was sweaty and sticky as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved his head out of the way, allowing her naked chest to be right against his. Her breasts bounced between them.

Her breathing picked up as she felt that feeling building again. But she also felt her body growing tired. Her bounces slowed as she panted.

Eddie understood without a single word.

She gasped as he flipped them over in seconds and his cock buried inside of her. She screamed at the new position, his cock fully inside of her. His tip was hitting a spot inside of her that made her whole body buzz.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she screamed as she clawed at his neck. He had so much control over her and she loved it. She loved that he knew exactly how to fuck her.

"Fuck, so fucking tight." He moaned, he wrapped a leg around his waist as he buried himself even deeper inside of her. He quickened the pace of his thrusts as he felt his own orgasm approaching.

"Close?" He asked, his fingers on her clit as he began to rub it in circles

"uh huh." She moaned, it felt even better than the first time. That feeling burned in her stomach and snapped as she arched her back.

"That's my good girl," he praised as she cried out.

Eddie felt himself about to release so he was quick to pull out

"No, please. Want it in me." She begged, her hands pushed on his back and she hooked her legs around his waist.

"Baby, I don't have a condom."

"I don't care, please" she begged again, her voice whiny

Like Eddie could say no to that

He shoved his cock back inside of her, continuing at a fast pace as he chased his release. His moans mixed in with hers as he placed his hands by her head. She wanted to watch as he came, forcing her eyes to stay open. The way he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. His sweaty bangs stuck against his forehead.

"Make me yours. Fill me up," her dirty words pushed Eddie straight over. He bit down on her shoulder as he emptied himself inside of her.

"Fuck, baby." He panted. He pecked her cheek before he slowly slipped out of her. She squirmed when she felt his fingers slipping inside of her. "Just making sure you are full," he winked.

The wink enough made her want to do it all over again.

"Let me clean you up," he whispered. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and softly cleaned her up. She flinched but took deep breaths as he tried to move quickly.

Once he was done, he threw it back to the floor and wrapped his arms around her. She turned and cuddled into his neck. Her fingers softly ran through his curls as she closed her eyes.

"That was the best thing I've ever felt," she laughed

He softly traced shapes on her shoulders.

"Me too, I love you." He said as he picked up her chin.

"I love you too," she smiled as he leaned in. They shared a sweet kiss that made her body set on fire.

"Happy anniversary," she whispered, her lips on his again.

She moaned as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. He pushed her on her back and had his body on top of hers. His hands were already working down her body again.

The night didn't end there for either of them.

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lvndosnorris · 3 days

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🍒anon here !

sooo i had a smut headcannon idea of fewtrell!reader and lando on vacation with max and they have to be super careful bcs of max and they almost get caught a few times

turned this into a forbidden love trope because i eat that up every! single! damn! time!

you're not even sure how you got roped into going on holiday with your brother and his best friend

trying to convince yourself that you hadn't been away in ages and that it would be good for you to get away for a bit

but the minute the vacation actually started and you felt the sun warm your body from the inside out you weren't complaining

often shooing the two men out of the villa during the day so you could laze around by the pool and just absorb the calmness

stripping down to barely nothing as you scooted around private garden, your music humming through your phone as you persuaded yourself to make a little drink

nearly leaving your body as you bumped into lando, your fear audible as you clutched your chest and tried to suppress your fright with an awkward giggle

"i didn't know anyone was back— you're not meant to be back 'till this evening!"

all he'd do is cock his eyebrows, glancing only briefly down at your lack of coverage as you crossed your legs over and waited for him to do whatever he was doing and then leave again

he'd make some smug remark about how he might just have to stick around the villa if this was the case

his words sticking with you as you'd finally shoo him off

ears ringing with what he'd said

because surely you misheard it? or perhaps got the wrong idea

only you'd be stirred from your downtime as it got dark by a soft knock at your bedroom door

confused as you opened up to see lando stood there, arms crossed over his chest as he'd ask if you were up to much

and you didn't know how he managed to make his way into your room but there was he; sprawled over your bed as he fiddled with one of your bead bracelets that he'd pinched from the bedside table as you hummed over his list of never ending questions

finally asking him if there was anything you could help with, why he was here

"i haven't been able to get you out of my head"

that simple sentence being the downfall of your sanity as only a mere few minutes after you found yourself on your knees for him

for lando

your brother's best friend

shushing him as you traced over his tip with your thumb, watching him wince and pout down at you teasingly

barely able to keep composure as he pushed at the back of your head, slipping his cock just a little further into your mouth as you hummed around him amusingly

eager to hear more of how your name sounded coming from him but knowing you'd be dead if anyone ever found out

tugging up your shirt a little as it sat just under your chin, tits on full display for lando as you sucked and kissed his length until he was threatening to cum right there on the spot

and he did — forcing you to stay still as he twitched and finished in the back of your throat, rocking his hips a few more times before slowly pulling back

his forefinger swiping at the corner of your mouth, pushing it between your lips as you sucked the remained of his seed from the pad of his finger

of course that one encounter didn't stop there

the two of you spending the next few weeks tip-toeing around max as you sought for every moment where you could be alone

lando making lame excuses as to why he'd meet him there so he could have you right there and then on the sun-loungers around the pool

clamping a hand over your mouth as he curled two fingers inside of you, your wetness coating his wrist in a delicious sheen as you felt your eyes roll back

being dragged back to reality as lando heard the faint shouting from max who had suddenly popped back because he forgot his wallet

the feeling of lando being pressed above you gone as he stumbled to his feet, adjusting his obvious erection as he'd finish fixing himself just as max popped his head around the double doors

confused as he asked why he was out here with you when he told him he was going to the shops for something

sneaking into your room after max had passed out on the sofa whilst watching some rerun of an old show

kissing you in between telling you that you have to stay quiet

only for you to ignore his demand as soon as his tip was stroking against your clit, lando's eyes narrowed as he focused on trying to keep you silenced whilst teasing himself in the process

head stuffed in the crook of your neck as he finally got to feel you clench around him, slipping in just a little deeper with every thrust as you clawed helplessly at his biceps and his shoulders

scolding you in whimpers as he tried to think of some excuse for when max would no doubt see the marks

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jae-bummer · 2 days

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The Stranger in 43B

Prompt: You move in next door and he tries his hardest to be a good neighbor while you try your hardest to be left alone.

Pairing: Ateez Park Seonghwa x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Song rec while you're reading: Close - Han

Putting your hands on your hips, you let out a sigh as you assessed the sight in front of you. Boxes upon boxes in leaning and teetering stacks were balanced haphazardly around the living area, all of them threatening to come down in an expensive game of dominoes at any moment.

You never realized just how much crap you owned until you moved.

"Hello?" a gentle voice called from your entryway.

Nearly tumbling into the stack of boxes closest to you, you spun in surprise. With your hands full as you came in, you forgot to kick the door closed behind you as you had done most of the morning.

"Uh..." you trailed, looking down the hall and into the face of someone you had never met.

Admittedly, he was handsome...but still, stranger danger.

"Neighbor," he smiled in explanation. Moving to take a step in, he stopped himself. His cheeks instantly began to blush pink. "May I?"

Anywhere you had lived, you had made a point to make yourself as small and insignificant as possible. You didn't want to rely on any of your neighbors for anything, and more importantly, you didn't want to be relied on. It was easier to be a lone wolf. Having to care for yourself and yourself alone was difficult enough in this modern hellscape.

You stared at him, unblinking. "Sure?"

So much for your survival instincts.

Smiling to himself, he gave a short nod before stepping just inside of your entryway. He lifted a plate into the air. "I heard we had a new neighbor moving in down the hall, so I made muffins."

"I'm allergic to blueberries," you blurted, trying not to wince at how loud the declaration came out.

He narrowed his eyes. "Good thing they're chocolate chip."

"Right," you laughed nervously, still making no move to come closer. "You really didn't have to go to the trouble."

"It was no trouble at all," he insisted. Was it just your imagination or did you see his smile become tighter? "I have housemates, so they're always eager for me to bake something and-"

"Oh, if you have roommates, you don't have to waste any food on me," you nodded. "Thank you though!"

"I'm Seonghwa," the stranger said, you assumed trying a different tactic for conversation. Honestly, you never really understood people who insisted on being friendly.

"Y/N," you nodded shortly, letting the conversation lapse into something awkward. Maybe if he felt uncomfortable he would leave.

No such luck.

"Do you need any help with boxes?" he asked, looking around the room with wide eyes. "No one should have to move by themselves."

"I work best alone," you said cheerfully, hoping he'd pick up on the hint.

"Oh," he hummed, pursing his lips. Sweeping one last gaze across your apartment, he let out a sigh. "I'll just set these on the counter then?"

"Really, you don't-"

"Please," he snapped before catching himself and letting his face fall into a serene smile again. "I insist."

"Counter is fine," you chirped, trying not to feel as if you were just chastised by a parent. "Thank you."

"No thanks needed," he affirmed, stepping gingerly between boxes and packing materials to get to the kitchen. Placing the plate on the counter, he turned back to face you. "Just return the plate whenever you have the chance."

As you were opening your mouth to tell him he could take the plate before he left, he was already giving a small wave and backtracking out of your apartment. "It was nice meeting you, Y/N. If you need anything, I'm just down the hall! Apartment 43B."

"Right," you croaked, watching him disappear around the corner into the hallway.

And that was how your relationship with Park Seonghwa of Apartment 43B began; awkwardly and against your will.

The day after he had broken into your apartment (been invited in) to poison you (give you muffins that were admittedly delicious), you waited until it was 2 AM the following day to covertly stalk down the hall and abandon the plate. You placed it in a shopping bag (you weren't going to leave someone else's dinnerware on the ground) and tiptoed toward his door.

Looking down at his welcome mat, you hissed out a laugh. Decorated in floral patterns, it noted in sprawling script "Bless Our Nest." You didn't even know him and somehow that was so on brand.

Depositing the bag in front of his door, you must have looked like a fool as you attempted to run quietly back toward your apartment. No one looked cool when they were trying to be sneaky, no matter how the spy movies made it seem.

"Y/N?"

Your shoulders scrunched up to your ears as you spun slowly toward the sound of Seonghwa's voice. "Why are you awake?"

He lifted his brows in amusement at your curt response. Waving his hand in the air, you saw he was holding a Nintendo Switch. "New Animal Crossing expansion dropped at midnight."

"How did you hear me?"

Crossing his arms, he leaned against the door frame. He eyed you up and down carefully. "I have a camera doorbell."

Glancing directly to the left of his elbow, you tried not to swear. He sure as shit did. You crossed your arms as well, trying to hide yourself from his appraising gaze.

"Why'd you come to the door then?" you managed, unsure of where to take this conversation.

"And miss this exciting game of twenty questions?" he grinned. "I'm not going to leave a Williams Sonoma plate for someone to steal."

You sighed, of course he owned expensive flatware.

"I didn't kno-"

"Of course you didn't," he grinned, lifting the bag from the ground. "I'm teasing you, Y/N."

You opened your mouth, unsure of what to say. It had been quite awhile since someone had bothered to banter with you.

"Why are you awake?" he countered, cocking a brow.

"Unpacking," you said quietly. You weren't going to admit that you had also been waiting for the Animal Crossing expansion.

"Thanks for bringing back my plate," he managed, biting his lip as he held your gaze a little too long. "I'm going to get back to it though."

"Right," you nodded. "Sorry for-"

"Goodnight, Y/N," he smiled genuinely, cutting off any apology.

Shutting the door softly between the two of you, you shook your head.

"Goodnight."

Of course that wouldn't be the last time you saw him. Against your best efforts, he became one of the constants in your routine. Whether it was fate or organized by his own design, you were constantly bumping into each other around your apartment building. Trash drop off? Seonghwa. Going to grab your mail? Seonghwa. Hopping in the elevator? Seonghwa.

Needless to say, you shouldn't have been surprised when a few weeks later, you heard a light knock on your door.

"Do you need any candles?" he asked, appearing in the doorway.

You furrowed your brows as you took him in. Already wearing pajamas at 8 PM (albeit a very expensive looking silk set) his arms were full to the brim with what appeared to be Yankee Candles. By all accounts, he was adorable, and you hated it.

"They're all the same scent," he attested. "So if you have more than one going at once, you won't get a headache."

"Seonghwa-" you began, completely confused by his appearance until another roll of thunder shook the complex and the lights above you began to flicker.

"I probably should have led with this," he chuckled. "But the power likes to go out at the smallest weather event."

Looking toward the ceiling, you grimaced. While you didn't mind bad weather, you did mind the power going out. Sure, you were an independent adult who could navigate the world alone, but as soon as the lights went out, you were on edge. It wasn't necessarily the dark that scared you, but the things in it that you couldn't see.

"I have lanterns somewhere..." you muttered, walking further into your apartment. You racked your brain, trying to remember which box you had packed them in. While you had most of your day to day items unpacked, there were still quite a few boxes waiting to be opened.

"I brought my lighter too in case you didn't have one," Seonghwa insisted, following you into the living area. He began to set the candles down on the makeshift coffee table you had created out of cardboard. "Let's get these lit before the-"

As if summoning it with his words, all noise halted around you as the power shuttered off.

"Lights go out."

"Shit," you whispered, standing as still as possible in the blackness that threatened to suffocate you.

With a light pop, the space was illuminated in a dull glow as Seonghwa's lighter flared to life.

"Thank god," you nearly cried as you watched him lean down to light the candles. For once, you could confidently say that you were thankful for your overly helpful neighbor.

"Hwa to the rescue!" he chimed, attempting to light the first candle, but the wick refused to catch. "Now why..."

You watched in horror as the lighter flickered out. As Seonghwa pressed the button again, it only clicked. "Oh, come on."

"Shit," you whispered into the darkness again. "Shit, shit, shit."

"No worry," he said confidently. "I'm sure it won't be out for long."

Feeling as if you were a piece of ice that had begun to melt, you slid toward the floor with a plop. "Shit."

You closed your eyes tightly, convinced that the blackness that hid behind your lids was safer than anything this apartment could provide.

"Y/N?" Seonghwa's gentle voice filled the silence, noting the obvious shift in atmosphere.

"Yep," you hissed. Your eyes were screwed shut, only cognizant of his movements by the noise of him shuffling around you. "I'm good."

"Are you sure?" he asked, this time much closer. You couldn't confirm, but it felt like he was crouched down in front of you. "You don't sound okay."

"I'm fine," you gritted out. "You can head back over to your place."

Even though the idea of being alone right now was terrifying, you didn't know if you were prepared for the level of vulnerability it took to show Seonghwa this part of you. That's why it was easier to push people away.

The pace of your breathing sped up, your body completely ignoring every therapist you had ever worked with. How could the room spin when your eyes weren't open?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," Seonghwa cooed, pulling you into his arms without a second thought. "It's going to be okay."

Panicked breaths shuttered out of you as you allowed him to tuck you tightly into his chest.

"Crap, is this alright? I didn't ask permission to touch you, but also-"

You quickly nodded your head. "F-f-fine."

"Okay," he said, voice still calm. He began to run his hands over your hair, his fingers smoothing through the strands methodically. "Just breathe, Y/N. You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you."

You knew he wouldn't. While you had forced yourself to be annoyed at his mere presence, Seonghwa had done nothing but be there for you from the beginning.

"Let's breathe together, okay? Can you do that with me?"

You remained silent, already trying to focus on his breathing cadence.

"Good, you're doing so good," he hummed. "Are your eyes open, Y/N?"

"No," you choked out.

"Open your eyes," he whispered. "I've got you. Let them adjust to the dark. It's not so scary once you can kind of see what's going on."

You thought about arguing, but he hadn't steered you wrong yet. Your eyes fluttered open and you instantly began to breath easier. He was right. There was a slight glow coming from under the door, no doubt the apartment's emergency lights flared to life in the hallway. The windows also provided a bit of light on their own, the moon bright despite the clouds passing by.

"See," he cooed. "This isn't so bad."

You hadn't realized that you were white knuckling the fabric of his top and slowly released the smooth material. Setting your palm against his chest instead, it was more obvious when his own heartbeat sped up.

You thought back to every time you had bumped into your neighbor, every kindness he showed you just for you to push him away. What were you afraid of?

Leaning slightly away from Seonghwa, you tried to make out the outline of his face. it was easy to see his features this close, even cloaked in night.

It might have been the oxygen you had been depriving your brain, but it seemed like a great idea to kiss him.

"Hwa," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

His tongue skirted across his bottom lip, almost like an invitation.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you pressed your lips lightly against his, barely a ghost of a kiss. Just as you began to pull away, you felt his mouth chase after yours. Another kiss, this one soft and sweet before he broke contact.

Maybe your fear was confusing itself for sexy feelings, but either way, mortification flooded in where butterflies had once been.

"Y/N?" he said quietly, his eyes searching your face. Even in the dark, they were so big and bright. His own expression was one of wonder.

"Sorry...was that...I didn't-" you stumbled over your words. He had been so conscious of asking for your permission to touch you earlier, and here you were, just thrusting your lips into his.

A small smile fought it's way onto his mouth. "I just wanted to make sure it was something you wanted...I don't want to take advantage-"

"No, I thought I was the one taking advantage-"

"No!" he laughed. "I'm not the one coming down from a panic attack."

"I thought...maybe I mistook your kindness and..."

"I think we're both fine then," he hummed, snuggling you in closer. "You know...you...you could do that again...maybe."

"Oh...I could?" you whispered, letting the amusement take place of the fear.

"Mhm," he hummed, his face coming even closer to yours. "It'll keep your mind busy until the power comes back on."

"You're such a thoughtful neighbor," you whispered.

"Dare you say...your favorite neighbor?"

"I dunno," you hummed. "Mrs. Huang in 41B is pretty high on my list."

"I bake waaaay better than Mrs. Huang," he grumbled, his lips still painfully close but still not on yours.

You pretended to think. "I suppose you're my favorite neighbor, but only by a little bit."

Lifting his hand to cup your cheek, he grinned. "Let me close the gap then."

#ateez #park seonghwa #seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez au #neighbor ateez #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa au #seonghwa fanfic #hwa

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“Dad are you really this afraid of me?!”

There were a LOT of lines in ATSV that stuck out to me, but this specific one hit me right in the feels.

First of all the way Gwen says it, her tone, the pain and emotion in her voice, her expression, EVERYTHING leading up to this one simple question is heartbreaking. Especially when you consider why she’s even asking this in the first place.

I want to point out that right after Gwen took her mask off, the background colors change from dark red to much less threatening colors, much softer if I might add. This basically signifies George’s POV.

Gwen had just revealed her identity as Spider-Woman to her dad, who’s now in complete shock. He believes Spider-Woman is a murderer and the one responsible for Peter’s death, so now that his own daughter comes out and tells him that she is in fact Spider-Woman, he jumps to the conclusion that “Spider-Woman is a murderer who killed Peter so that must mean that’s all true about my daughter.” instead of “Ah, my daughter is sweet so there’s no way those things about Spider-Woman are true!”. Now when I first watched this scene, I was like “Huh?”, because Gwen could’ve said ANYTHING else to her dad. She could’ve been like “Why are you doing this?!”, or she could’ve gotten angry at him. Gwen is WAY stronger than George, if he decided to shoot her, she would have been able to easily dodge that bullet. She could seriously hurt George if she wanted to and she knows it, but when George started reading Gwen her Miranda Rights, Gwen wasn’t angry, she was heartbroken, and you can see the change in her expression.

At first, she looks upset, fearful, and worried. Then, she looks hopeful. Hopeful that her dad will hear what she has to say, hopeful that her dad will understand her and trust her when she tells him that she isn’t a murderer, but he doesn’t. THATS when Gwen’s expression shifts from hopefulness to disbelief and heartbreak. “You’re in this to help people right? Well so am I”, Gwen was trying to convince her dad that she was on his side, that she didn’t kill Peter, that she isn’t what he thinks she is, but George doesn’t listen. Gwen thought that by telling her dad “You’re all I have left”, that that’d make him listen, but it didn’t.

You can hear the utter shock and disbelief in Gwen’s voice when her dad actually starts reading her rights, and you can hear how scared and distraught George is too, but there’s a hint of remorse in his voice. He sounds like he doesn’t want to do this. He sounds like he’s in pain, and well- he is. He’s arresting his own daughter.

Just put yourself in Gwen’s position for a second. She just revealed her biggest secret to her dad, and the reason she hid it from him for so long was because she was terrified of the thought that he would attempt to arrest her, and he DOES. He chooses to be a ‘good’ cop over being a dad. Imagine your own father, your own flesh and blood, and the person who gave you life, is absolutely terrified of you to the point where he almost aims a gun at you out of pure fear. But George doesn’t see his own child, he sees a monster. The same monster that murdered his daughter’s best friend. He quite literally can’t see his daughter in front of him, he just sees Spider-Woman.

“How long have you been lying to me?” Is the only question George asks Gwen throughout this entire scene. He asked this as a father, not as a cop. He was absolutely distraught and the only thoughts going through his mind were “No, this can’t be true…” and “How could my girl, my sweet girl…” (Actual line from the script btw). Another line that sort of stood out to me was “Can you just not be a cop for a second and be my dad here?”, Gwen didn’t feel like she was speaking to her dad, she felt like she was facing down a cop. George has been treating Gwen like a criminal this whole interaction. “Do you really think I’m a murderer?” Gwen asked this because could not BELIEVE that her dad actually thought that of her. The whole reason Gwen removed her mask in the first place was out of fear that her dad would actually shoot her, he already fired a warning shot, so why wouldn’t he just go ahead and pull the trigger?

Something I noticed earlier is how Gwen’s spider senses went off when her dad approached her. Spider senses ONLY go off when there’s a threat nearby, so this pretty much means Gwen saw her dad as a threat to her life :(

Also taking note of the fact that Gwen is his daughter, 16 years old- and like 5’4, but George is STILL powerless against her. His only option is to get her to surrender. Gwen and George kinda switched places throughout this scene. At first, Gwen is terrified of George, and then by the end it’s the other way around.

Gwen tries her hardest to plead with George, she kept her arms up in a defenseless position the whole time to show her dad that she won’t hurt him, but he can’t even look at her. This is something I took note of when watching ATSV; While George is reading Gwen her Miranda Rights, he can’t bring himself to look at her. He just stares at the ground, with a disappointed expression on his face. A face of pain. There’s a clear difference when George first says “You have the right to remain silent”, and the second time he says it. It’s like he doesn’t want to do it.

Now, I do hate George and I think he did a LOT wrong in this movie, but just look at his face for a second. Does that look like the the face of a man who is happy with what he’s doing? No. That’s a face of regret and guilt. He isn’t doing this because he wants to, he’s doing this because he’s afraid. Afraid of what exactly? Well, that brings us to my next point.

So obviously Gwen is in shock right now, her own father is trying to arrest her because he believes she murdered her childhood friend. Not only is Gwen shocked but she’s also confused. She’s probably thinking “Why is he doing this?”, and she came to the conclusion that her dad was doing this out of fear. Fear of HER.

This is a major reason as to why Gwen didn’t reveal her identity to her dad for so long. She knew he wouldn’t accept her, she knew he’d be scared of her, and she was right. George isn’t doing this just because he wants to be a good cop, he’s standing in front of the ‘dangerous menace’ who killed Peter, and that dangerous menace is Gwen, his daughter. George’s immediate reaction is to arrest Gwen because like I said earlier- He can only see Spider-Woman.

Now onto what this whole analysis is about, the line Gwen utters next… Along with “You’re the best thing I’ve ever done”, and “I can’t lose one more friend”, this line BROKE me. Gwen assumed that George was doing this out of fear, which is the main reason she asked him this. She was so frustrated by the thought of her own father doing something like this to her. She hated being misunderstood to the point of being seen as a monster by the one person she considers a role model to follow, the ONE person she has left. You can hear the pain in Gwen’s voice as well as her dad’s.

You can actually hear a slight change in George’s tone after Gwen says that line. Because SHE’S RIGHT. He IS afraid of her. That’s the whole reason as to why he’s doing this. He doesn’t even respond to her, his voice slightly breaks and you can definitely tell this is really hard for him. Hearing his own daughter straight up ask him if he’s really afraid of her probably felt like a punch in the gut, that’s a question neither of them thought they’d ever have to face.

George fears Gwen because she allegedly ‘killed’ Peter, but it’s also because of her abilities. George has seen what Spider-Woman is capable of. He’s seen what she can do. That’s the reason he backed away and raised his gun at Gwen when she took a step closer to him and yelled “DAD STOP!”, he was scared of her.

Gwen was heartbroken. She was trying her HARDEST to plead with her dad just for him to try and arrest her, aim a gun at her, and yell “DONT COME ANY CLOSER!” at her when she tried to approach him. Honestly I’m surprised Gwen didn’t snap after this, let alone forgive George at all. Imagine living with the mentality that your own dad didn’t hesitate to point a gun at you while yelling at you to not come any closer, poor Gwen.

I’ve always wondered what would’ve happened if Miguel and Jess hadn’t intervened. George actually had the intention of shooting Gwen, so if Miguel didn’t trap him in that box thing, George might’ve actually gone through with it, and that’s sickening to think about. The fact that he was even WILLING to aim a gun at Gwen is enough to fuck her up.

I don’t blame Gwen for wanting to join the Spider Society after this. I mean come on, her dad is terrified of her and thinks she’s a murderer, and she believes if she joins the Spider Society, she’ll finally find people who accept and understand her. No wonder she left Earth 65.

This entire scene was so heartbreaking dude I wanna cry time I watch it ☹️ The watercolors in the background as well as the voice acting from both Gwen and her dad were amazing and SO emotional, along with their expressions and the soundtrack- Ahh I could talk about this movie forever 😭 But anyways, thanks for reading my little analysis and FUCK GEORGE STACY ALL MY HOMIES HATE GEORGE STACY!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥💥🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️

#george stacy keep your fucking doors locked.#KYS GEORGE STACY #LEAVE GWENNY ALONE #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #gwen stacy #spiderverse #ghost spider #spider gwen

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Echoes of Eden by Kida

Noa x Mae - #thatcampfireisnttheonlyslowburn

Chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/kidasthings/750737651564478464/echoes-of-eden-by-kida

Chapter 3

They didn’t make it back to the village that night.

The small group of apes and the single human amongst them decided to set up camp before proceeding further into the midnight woods. The apes were tired; they had traveled many hours by foot, had a rather tense, life-threatening confrontation, and found the return trip too arduous to complete overnight.

The navy sky was littered with a splatter of stars, each winking in and out like fireflies. The group stopped at a tree-lined grove, the symphony of crickets and frogs serenading the night world. A breeze stirred the fingers of the trees overhead and leaves whispered secrets.

Noa gave the signal to stop, a welcome relief to Anaya. The poor ape was still shaken from the encounter with the Fort Wayne five and wanted time to recuperate. Soona gave a long, contemplative stare at Noa before her dark eyes darted to Mae with an equally dark look. Mae had trailed behind, following the simians like a sad shadow. The whole affair gave her a flashback to the time she spent on the heels of Raka and Noa before they had ascertained her intelligence to be that of more than a mere animal.

And now the creatures she considered beasts once-upon-a-time began to nest, gathering sticks and branches from the forest floor to create a few widely-spaced fires. Mae found Noa offset from the others, throwing dry tinder into a cluster as if he were waiting for her.

For a moment, she was brought back to the far-flung moment when he first gave her the blue blanket as she hovered, freezing, as close as she dared to a fire attended by a strange orangutan and distrustful chimp.

Raka.

She allowed herself to feel a bright burst of pain, sharp as a supernova, and then suppressed it. It was her fault he was swept away, after all.

He wouldn’t be gone if Sylva hadn’t been searching for her.

He wouldn’t be gone if she had found them another route besides that old bridge.

And he most certainly wouldn’t be gone if he hadn’t tried to save her life.

Yes, Raka’s death was on her. Two years ago, she would have said good riddance. One less ape on this planet was one more chance at humanity regaining a foothold within it.

And now? She felt nothing but regret she would never, ever admit to. Her fingers drifted upwards, their calloused tips running over the embossed pendant still hanging over her neck.

Noa looked up then, his gaze catching on the placement of her fingers over the necklace against her heart.

“Cold?” he inquired gruffly.

Fighting back another memory, Mae just nodded silently. She crept closer to the campfire, just as Noa ignited it in a burst of hungry flame.

“Why are you … traveling back with us?” he asked nonchalantly, as if he were only discussing the weather with an acquaintaince. There was a stick in one of his long-fingered hands, and he used it to stoke the fire and send up a spray of sparks.

“We need to talk,” she told him, settling down in a cross-legged position nearby. Noa leaned against a tree, not too far away, but Mae still felt there were miles between them.

Probably for the best.

“About?”

Staring stonily at the flickering light before her, Mae swallowed thickly. “I’d like you to let me look through their supplies.” Her eyes slid sideways in their sockets, assessing his reaction carefully.

Noa stilled. A few seconds skated by, and then he snapped the stick he was using as a poker in two and threw both halves into the fire. “I can’t do that.”

“It doesn’t belong to you.”

It didn’t belong to the apes. The same old, tired argument between them.

“Will you ever trust anyone?” Noa asked suddenly, sharply. His stare could cut glass.

Mae jerked her head up, jaw tense at the reprimand. She gritted her teeth, then jerked her head sideways and shuttered her eyes. “It’s not that kind of world that we live in.”

“It could be.” His voice is horrifyingly gentle.

Mae returned her attention to him again, the bright highlights in her wide, blue eyes jittering. The reflection of the fire danced on her face, creating an intense interplay of light and shadow.

“Raka…”

“Raka is dead,” she drilled back, cutting Noa off.

He nodded quietly, agreeing on that number. His light eyes were distant, a glazed look on his furred face. She hated seeing it that way.

“Please, let me look through the things you confiscated from them.”

“Why, Mae?” Noa’s features were calm, serene even, but his voice contained a dangerous edge. She caught a rustle of fur and realized he had stood up. He prowled closer, leaving her to crane her head back as he loomed over her. “What is so … important to you, to them?” His voice had something like heat in it, a nearly seductive slant she had never heard from him before.

She was imagining things. Certainly he wouldn’t…

The brunette found she couldn’t trust her own body’s responses. Her heart sped up, pounding in her ears, and she broke out in goosebumps as he stooped before her and crossed his arms so that his palms rested off his knees. He was so close she could probably breathe him in if she wanted to.

The two watched each other, spellbound, and then the dark downward slash of his mouth kicked up a little. “Well?”

“I think..” she began, completely at a loss of what to think. She could see the erratic pattern at the center of his iris this close, the burst of amber that bled into green. His eyes were really beautiful; the thought shattered her focus entirely.

Sputtering nonsensical noise, she scuttled backward on unsteady hands. “It’s nothing to you, trust me. It’s important to us.”

You. Us.

Other.

Noa grimaced. “Always back to that,” he sighed wistfully, turning his head back to regard the fire in moody contemplation. He seemed to mull over his next words, and then he spoke up when he was ready. “I will … make a deal with you.”

Mae forgot her unease for a moment and leaned closer, the damp soil shifting beneath her. “Yes?”

“You can look through … their things…”

Mae visibly brightened, an eager look painting her features.

“But…”

The hopeful expression vanished. “But what?”

“You cannot take anything. You will be … watched.” With a soft grunt, Noa moved back to his prior spot next to the fire.

Mae struggled to speak, and it took her three tries before she could formulate something coherent. “That won’t work. I need it!”

“Explain,” Noa retorted, exhaustion creeping into his rough tone. He seemed weary of the same, circular arguments.

“It’s...” Mae gave into an attempt to make him understand in a context he could comprehend. Noa was intelligent, yes, but he hadn’t been exposed to human technology, much less trained on it, like she had been. “We were expecting them.”

“We?”

“There are others like me. Sort of.” Mae made a frustrated motion with her hands, wringing them before her. “We made contact with that group and they travelled here to find us. They have something that will help us.”

Noa shot her a startled look over the tops of the licking flames. “How will it … help you?”

This is where Mae grew mute. She could not possibly verbalize the very thing that would not be beneficial to Noa. Instead, she took up a cross-legged position again and basked in the bobbing heat of the fire. “We used to be intelligent. We could speak. All of us.”

Noa blinked. “We came across books … in the vault,” he began slowly, like she might spook. “There were symbols in them. Ape..” He touched his chest, then pointed to her with two fingers and an extended arm. “Echo.”

Mae nodded encouragingly.

“The apes were trapped. Echoes watched the trapped … apes.” A gusty sigh followed and he shook his head, trying to dismiss the recollection of that time in that damnable metal hell hole. “No paradise … for apes.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Mae agreed, brooking no argument.

Noa scowled into the fire, and then shifted closer to Mae. “Echoes kept apes in pens.”

“You were like the humans are now, back then,” the woman provided carefully. “Something terrible happened and we became like animals. We deserve to reclaim our technology, our things, our lives..”

Our place.

“Will the things those humans came with … help you do that?” Noa queried, ever observant. “Will you find an … answer in their supplies?”

“A solution to help us, yes.” Mae grew quiet. It was no solution that would benefit Noa, but he did not need to know that just yet.

“How should I trust you and yours … not to harm us?” Now that the tables were turned, Mae found she had no answer. She watched him gloomily, her eyes narrowed. He came closer again, the long digits of his hand reaching for the pendant around her neck. “Caesar would want peace, so Raka would say.” Noa’s eyes burned holes into the diamond-star symbol of the pendant as he turned it thoughtfully with his hand.

Unbidden, Mae’s hand reached up and encircled his across the back of his hairy knuckles. They remained like that, her cross-legged before the fire with Noa leaning all of his weight on the closed fist of one arm while the other held Caesar’s medallion.

Her touch burned.

Their eyes met over the length of the chain, and once again neither could look away.

“Promise me,” he entreated huskily, his eyes darting desperately over her too-human face. “Promise me you will … look, not take.”

Mae wasn’t even sure what they were talking about anymore. She found herself giving in all-too-easily.

“I promise only to look,” she affirmed, lips half-parted in wonder. Breathing became a difficult thing.

Noa nodded slowly, an incline of his head. He seemed mollified, if partially, and leaned closer still as Mae trembled. He was so close, he could --

“Noa?” a female voice cut the moment like a sharp knife, cleaving it in two.

Two pairs of heads swept sideways to take in the unexpected speaker. Mae broke away first, pushing herself backward while a bright red bloom stained her cheeks.

Noa was less reactive. He gave the human woman a long, telling look before dropping into a crouch and turning to Soona. “Yes?”

“Would you like to join us … at our fire?” the female ape asked. “Anaya has finally fallen asleep.” Notably, her invitation only seemed to be extended to Noa. She did not look once in Mae’s direction.

Noa seemed to turn it over in his mind, examining all angles. Mae dropped her gaze and concentrated on the fire instead, shifting her expression into careful lines.

“No, not now,” she heard Noa tell Soona with no small measure of finality.

There was a poignant quiet, and then Soona must have acknowledged him through sign or a nod; Mae heard the female ape move off, the dead leaves crackling beneath her feet before fading away entirely.

“Mae,” Noa said simply.

She glanced up at the sound of her name.

“We have a deal.”

Mae pursed her lips, watching Noa's inscrutable face for a small eternity before she gave a lift of her chin.

Raka might be gone, but perhaps his influence wasn’t.

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tw: ugh i am not good at writing tw but it is smut lol, choking, slapping, degrading, I AM SHY OKAY bj, ahem cockwarming, using safeword obv, ahem bye

Hongjoong

You had been sitting between his legs, pleasuring him, for about 15 minutes. Your mind was starting to get blurry and you would have collapsed on the ground if he hadn't held you by your hair and guided you. It all started to become too much. You weren't yourself because he tease you and delayed you before. Suddenly he took his free hand to your throat and started squeezing it. He was already big enough that blocking all your airways; He made it twice as bad by strangling you. "You like it when I use you like a slut, don't you? Aww so cute, you can't even talk" Suddenly you realized you couldn't take it anymore and hit his thigh three times. With lightning speed, Hongjoong removed his hand from your neck and hair and carefully removed himself from your mouth. "Love, was it too much?" He observed you carefully. You were trying to breathe. "Joong, I am so sorr-" He pulled you close and stroked your hair. "Don't. Don't apologize. I'm really sorry I didn't notice before." You regained your breath. "Wait, let me get you water" You grabbed him by the arm. "Just stay with me."

Seonghwa

"Open wider." He commanded in a stern tone. Your legs were shaking so much now that you couldn't even tell if you had opened them wider or not. "I said. Open. Wider." Now you were sobbing. "I... I don't..." He hit your thigh hard. "You don't what doll?" You felt his voice vibrating inside you. You tried to grab his hair and pull his head away from you, but he grabbed both of your hands and pinned them next to your hips. "Stop... I can't- anymore" He couldn't hear you or didn't want to hear you. "Hwa!" He was lost between your legs. "Shut up. I swear if you try to close your legs again" You panicked. "Hwa! stars!" Still between your legs, he looked up at you to see if he heard correctly. The look of discomfort on your face was a sign that he heard correctly. He instantly pulled away from your legs. "Doll? Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" You nod your head and released your hands from his grasp, covering your face. "I'm sorry. Don't hide from me." He took your hands away from your face. "I think I went too far." He instantly got out of bed and went towards the bathroom. You closed your eyes for a moment to regain your composure. You woke up when he grabbed your legs and waist and carried you to the bathroom to clean you.

Yunho

You turned your head back and looked at the computer. You see there are 13 minutes left in the match. You didn't know if you could last 13 more minutes. "Hm, you want to watch? I can turn you around." He pull out of you, picked you up and placed you back on his lap. With this move, you were now on the edge. You couldn't come without his permission and it was starting to hurt. "Yunho I can't stand it anymore." "Yes you can and you will." He replied to you with his eyes still on the screen. When he put his hands on your belly and pressed it, you were really at the limit. Your walls were squeezing him like crazy. "If you keep squeezing me , you can't come for the next 20 minutes." If Yunho threatens you, he will definitely do it. You couldn't stand another 20 minutes. "Yunho, red!" He looked at you instantly. "Angel? You want me to pull out of you?" You shook your head. "What do you want angel? Use your words please." You were relieved when you had his attention. "Let me come. It hurts." He stood up from his gaming chair while he was still inside you. He put you to bed. "Okay, darling. I'll take care of you."

Yeosang

He hit you hard on the cheek. You were in such a position that your leg was numb. "Are you going to continue being a stupid attention seeking bitch again or have you learned your lesson?" You could only hum. You couldn't put the words together. "Or should I watch my best friend fuck you like a cheap whore? What do you think, would you like it?" He was fucking you with incredible speed. What you did was just ask Wooyoung questions about the movie he watched. You didn't think this might trigger Yeosang. "Answer me when I talk to you!" It was maybe the 30th time he slapped you. The insults he said had become very serious indeed. Normally your sexual relationship was like this, but today you were so tired and everything was breaking you. Tears began to flow from your eyes. "Are you going to cry now?" He said sassily. You came for a while but everything was so intense that only Yeosang noticed. When it started to build up again, you tried to push him. This strange movement of yours caught his attention and he slowed down a bit. “Slut, what is your color?” You didn't want it to end completely. You just didn't want him to humiliate you that much. "Yellow." He slowed down his pace inside you. He was barely moving. "Do you want to take a break?" You shook your head. "No, just slow down a little." He kissed your head. "Sorry love. I will be more gentle now."

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cry baby | chapter four

Summary: Cry Baby still has to go to work. The girls have girl time. And, someone is back in a familiar place.

Warning: John Walker. (You didn't think he was gone, did you?). Mentions of Violence.

Word Count: 1237

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A/N: This originally had a different ending. & had no Bucky but I couldn't not give you Bucky, right? Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

The weight of the weekend events hung heavy over you as Monday morning dawned. Walking through the revolving doors of your building, your stomach twisted with anxiety. Your office was on the fifth floor and the elevator ride up to it felt tiresomely long.

You could sense the tension already in the air when you stepped into the office. Noticing your team already gathering for the weekly meeting, you approached the conference room. John was sitting at the head of the table. His face seemed to have been covered with bruises, and a swollen lip which was not there on Saturday morning in the station. The memories of the weekend came back to you as he glanced over at you.

“Good morning,” you greeted your colleagues, your voice barely above a whisper as you took your seat.

His eyes were cold, filled with disdain. “Morning,” he replied bluntly, a slight hint of sarcasm in his tone. “Nice of you to join us.”

Trying to keep your emotions in check, you swallowed hard. The rest of your team exchanged glances, sensing a newfound hostility. You could barely focus on the discussion as the meeting began. Every time John spoke about your part of the project, it felt like a personal attack.

As you presented your progress, John interrupted. “I’m not sure that’s going to work,” he said, dismissing your hard work. “It’s too… artistic.” A smirk tugged at his plump lip. “We need something more grounded.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and frustration. “I’ll take your feedback into consideration,” you replied, your voice beginning to shake slightly. “And, redo it.”

After the meeting, you tried to bury yourself in work. However, John hadn’t finished with you. He leaned against your cubicle wall, a smug expression on his features. You felt trapped. “So, how was your weekend?” he asked in a low mocking voice. “Had any more family… interventions?”

Tears began to prick at your eyes, the weight of his words and the venom behind them were too much. “Can we keep our personal lives out of the office, please?” you asked, your voice trembling.

A bitter laugh escaped his breath. “You’re a pathetic little thing, you know that?” He lowered himself so he was face to face with you. “Always needing someone to protect you.”

Tears spilled over, and you quickly wiped them away. “Please, just leave me alone.”

“Fine,” he spat as he rose to a standing position. “Don’t expect any help on this, you’re on your own.”

You buried your face in your hands as he walked away, trying to stifle a sob that threatened to escape. The sting of his words made it hard to concentrate on your work for the rest of the morning, it passed in a haze.

At lunchtime, the familiar ambiance of your favorite cafe eased your nerves as you settled into conversation with Natasha and Wanda. Thankfully they worked nearby so you could routinely meet up for a midday break. The three of you chatted over sandwiches and coffee as Natasha’s curious gaze turned to you, breaking the flow of your conversation.

“So, how was the rest of your weekend?” she asked, a hint of mischief danced across her eyes.

You nodded, finishing your bite of the sandwich before replying. “Just a quiet Sunday sketching.”

Natasha’s smirk grew as she continued her teasing, unnoticed by you. “No sign of Bucky?”

Confusion flickered across your features as you shook your head. “No, I haven’t heard from him since Saturday night at the bar.” Taking a moment to glance at your phone, you hoped for a message that never came.

Wanda interjected with her serious expression a stark contrast to Nastaha’s previous smirk. “We need to talk about John,” she said, sharing a look with Natasha.

You hesitated, memories of your morning encounter with the man flashing through your mind. The tears began to well again. “No, thank you,” you declined their offer.

They exchanged another look, their matching somber expressions edging the other to speak first. Natasha, however, did, her tone laced with regret. “You know, we’ve been thinking. Maybe if we had asked more questions about John before, we could have prevented Friday.”

Blinking away the tears, you were taken by surprise by their admission. “It’s neither of your faults,” you reassured them. “I thought he was just a guy from work, I didn’t realize what he was like until the damage was done.”

Wanda shook her head, “Still, we should have been more attentive.”

A pang of guilt washed over you. Maybe if you had been open with them more, they could have offered you the guidance you needed. “I guess I was just caught up in the moment,” Your head dropped, not wanting to meet their gaze. “I slipped one night and told Bucky, he warned me about John but, I didn’t listen,” you admitted sheepishly.

Natasha reached out to squeeze your hand gently. “Well, from now on, we’ll make sure to be more vigilant.”

“We'll ask all the right questions and make sure you’re safe.” Wanda continued, as she reached out to squeeze your other hand.

You smiled gratefully at your friends, “You don’t have to worry, I think I’m over the dating life for a while now.”

The rest of the lunch passed with a more uplifting mood, a sense of relief washed over you.

He sat in the dimly lit waiting area, his back straight and his leg bouncing impatiently. After what felt like an eternity, the door to Fury’s office finally opened. Giving him a nod of recognition, he motioned for him to follow into the office.

Taking a deep breath, he rose from his seat and made his way inside.

“Sit down, Barnes,” Fury demanded, gesturing to a chair across from his desk. Closing the door behind him, Fury made his way to his side of the desk, throwing a case file in front of Bucky. “A complaint regarding an altercation, filed by John Walker,”

Bucky’s jaw tightened at the mention of his name, but he kept his composure as Fury continued. “According to this, it happened yesterday afternoon, unprovoked,” Fury’s eyes bored into Bucky’s as he explained.

A scoff left Bucky’s lips, “Unprovoked, my ass,” he retorted, shaking his head in disbelief. “He went too far this time, Fury,” he explained, his tone left no room for doubt.

Fury nodded in understanding, “I agree, Barnes. But, you,” he paused, resting his elbow on the desk while pointing a finger at Bucky. “You need to be more careful,” his voice stern.

His fist clenched involuntarily as frustration bubbled beneath his surface. “Walker’s not going to stop until someone stops him.”

“And, I’m working on it,” Fury sighed, ��Surveillance is on him, we’ll find something to pin on him soon enough,” he added in an attempt to reassure a promise.

Bucky nodded, satisfaction settling over him as he stood, readying himself to leave. “Appreciate it Fury. Just… make sure you take care of him before I do,” he stated, his gaze unwavering.

Shaking his head in amusement as he watched Bucky open the office door, his lips twitching into a faint smile. He couldn’t help but admire the determination within him. “Remember, Barnes, we play by the rules.”

A smirk appeared on his lips as he turned back to face Fury, a glint of defiance in his eyes. “Not when it comes to her.”

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hiiii can you do fanfic where reader tells Tom that she’s pregnant and Tom would probably freak out and not that he would not want the child or something he just didn’t expected that and reader would get a little sad about it but it will need that Tom would be actually happy you don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable and i love your fanfics so much

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sorry this took so long to come out

I was freaking out, the test in my hands read back positive. Me and Tom did want a child yes, but this soon? We hadn't even talked about names or gender.

I was scared to tell him, what if he ran off? Left me and our child together? I didn't want to be a single parent, no way I'd let my child not know their father.

I took a deep breath, walking into the lounge room where Tom was, the test in my jean pocket. He turned around and looked up at me, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me, "my god, you're glowing baby, you're so beautiful" he smirked, standing up and holding my waist gently.

"Thanks honey..I..have something to talk to you about though," I lowered my head, heart thumping in my chest. "Oh, of course, come sit," he grabbed my hand, guiding me to the couch.

"Uhh..fuck.." I sighed, pulling out the test and showing it to him, "i'm pregnant.." his eyes widened, breath hitching. I cursed myself in my head, knowing this would happen, he was going to leave me.

"Tom..?" I said softly, placing the test down, his eyes still wide, mouth slightly agape. "Fuck..uh.." his voice was shaky, obviously unable to process what I just presented him with. We were only 25, people our age were still partying and having fun but here we were, pregnant with our first child.

"Tom please say something, you're freaking me the fuck out," tears started to well up in my eyes, threatening to spill out. He obviously caught onto this, reaching out and grabbing my hand, "hey baby no..don't cry honey no" he frowned. The tears just bursted out, I started to sob, the hormones already taking over me.

"Oh baby..no come here," he sighed, pulling me closer and rubbing my back softly, kissing the top of my head, "do you want to leave me? Why weren't you saying anything?" I continued to cry, my tears soaking up his shirt.

"No, I would never want to leave you honey, I'm just shocked that's all.." he lifted my chin, making me look up at him, "i'm scared Tom.." my lip quivered, mascara smudged all over my face.

"I know baby, but I'll take care of you and our baby, I'll make sure you have the best pregnancy ever," he smiled softly, kissing my lips gently.

I knew he was going to be a good father, he just had that instinct. Once a child was on the road, playing with his toys. I could tell Tom was distracted, just staring at the kid, making sure nothing bad was gonna happen.

Then a car came speeding down the roads, he immediately jumped into action, racing towards the child and grabbing him, pulling him off to the side and watching as his toys got run over.

The mother rushed out and thanked Tom, comforting the little boy who's toys were destroyed, I just looked at him with pure love in my eyes, so grateful to have such a wonderful man.

"How many weeks are you, does it say?" Tom rubbed my stomach, a little bump forming. "The test said 6 weeks, I knew something was wrong when every morning I felt super nauseous and my breast were super tender.." I sighed, "they still are and I get cramps" I whined, holding onto him tightly.

"Should I take time off work for you? Is it too early?" I chuckled at his efforts, "I'll tell you when you should stay home with me, ok?" I patted his cheek, he nodded and smirked, kissing me sweetly.

"I did notice you were super tired and you'd get up and pee all the time," he chuckled, I smiled in response, "yeah, apparently this trimester is the worst one, I can't wait for it to get to the second" I groaned.

"Yeah, well I'll be here every step of the way, we'll book some appointments for a midwife and I'll tell the band to not tour for this year," he caressed my waist softly, reassuring me that everything would be ok.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @miyukafujii @charliesgoodboy @tomsonlyslut @bkaulitzlover @ge-billsgf @estxkios

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To Never See You Again

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: She was unattainable, radiating with blinding beauty that went above and beyond her appearance. And though you knew you shouldn’t, you flew too close to the Sun, hoping one day she would look at you the way you looked at her. (Set right before Scream 5)

Warning: Angst! And I don’t usually write full on angst with no happy ending, but I tried. Big spoiler, since I know some of you prefer to be warned about this, Reader dies. Also, a request, you know who you are, love you!

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Word count: 2k

Growing up in Woodsboro didn’t exactly come with a lot of perks, in fact, it came with occasional Ghostface lunatics terrorizing a very specific group of people. Somehow, you didn’t care much about that. You weren’t a fan of horror, despite your best friend being a biggest horror fan you knew.

You didn’t dare to try and get into horror, fearing it would make your feelings for the girl even more obvious than they already were. Because Tara Carpenter wasn’t just your best friend. She was the strongest person you knew, going through abandonment after abandonment and still finding it in her to let new people in. She was gentle, accepting of anyone who wasn’t against her or her friends, and she was fiercely loyal and protective. And you loved her, you’ve been in love with her for years, yet you never said anything, because…

Well, Tara didn’t feel the same way.

And honestly, a part of you felt like you weren’t worthy of her love.

It wasn’t anything Tara did or said, you just felt like she could do better, and that she deserved better. It wasn’t even your self-esteem, you hoped, it was more the fact that Tara deserved perfection.

So, that was where you were. Sitting in her living room with an almost completed school assignment between the two of you. She looked so focused on it you dared to look at her a bit longer than you usually did.

“Y/N?” she suddenly said your name and you jumped, embarrassed that you got caught staring, but Tara just laughed a bit. “You can tell me if I have something on my face,” she rubbed the corners of her lips, trying to find the nonexistent smudge.

“There’s nothing on your face, T,” you laughed, looking away to avoid meeting her puzzled eyes. “You just looked kinda cute,” you tried to brush it off.

Tara rolled her eyes. “You always say that,” and you did, you very much did often say that.

“It’s true!” you defended yourself, turning to once again look at her and seeing that slightly mischievous look in her eyes. She was teasing you, thinking the compliment wasn’t serious. You couldn’t blame her, regardless of how lovestruck you were you thought you were fairly good at hiding your feelings for her.

“Sure, it is,” she brushed it off and somehow, for whatever reason you felt compelled to just tell her everything.

“I like you, Tara,” you ignored how hot your cheeks felt, how small your voice sounded, how loud your heart was beating, pounding against your chest. You ignored all of that and waited, suddenly finding the floor between your feet to be the most interesting floor to have ever been made.

“Well, yeah, we’re friends, I like you too, Y/N,” she said, puzzled over your decision to just suddenly blurt that out.

You should have taken the way out. She was serious. She didn’t realize what you meant. You should have accepted the chance she was unknowingly giving you. But you didn’t. “As more than a friend,” you told her, because deep down you felt guilty for having these feelings for her, for threatening to ruin your friendship, and for looking at her the way a friend shouldn’t. How long would it take for you to start blurring lines, to hug her as the one you were in love with instead as your best friend.

She needed to know. She had every right to know.

“As more- oh!” she gasped as she realized what you meant.

You dared to look up, to look her in the eyes. She looked surprised, but there was no anger, no disapproval in her eyes, just acceptance and apology.

“I’m sorry, you’re important to me, but just as a friend,” she didn’t move away from you, she kept the same distance as before you confessed.

“No, I didn’t expect you to! You deserve much better than me, anyway!” you tried to tell her, to make her known it was fine, that you never expected anything from her. Sure, you hoped. Who wouldn’t? But you didn’t expect her to return your feelings.

Yet, Tara frowned, scooting a bit closer and looked you right in the eyes. Her eyes, her big, expressive dark eyes were filled with anger. “Don’t ever say that again, you hear me, Y/N? It’s not about deserving more than you. Anyone would be lucky to be with you, I just never thought of you that way, you hear me?” she said it so firmly, without a hint of doubt, with so much conviction you didn’t have it in you to argue against her words. “Okay? I’m sorry I can’t return your feelings, but it isn’t because of you, I swear. There is nothing wrong with you,” there were no lies, no dishonesty in her words, Tara was completely honest, and you found yourself nodding.

“Please don’t apologize, I’m the one who blurred the lines,” you weren’t trying to make her pity you, you genuinely wanted to help her as well, because she was going to feel sorry, no matter what you said, and you wanted to lessen that feeling as much as you could.

“We’re okay, Y/N, you can’t decide who you fall for,” you could tell she wanted to tell you more, but she held back and that may have broken your heart more than her rejection.

Something did shift, she was holding something back from you, and she never did that before. And you knew you had to leave, to give her space and let her think things through. “Would you look at the time, I should get going,” you lamely said and just barely noticed the sadness in Tara’s eyes. She opened her mouth, as if to tell you something, maybe to stop you, though that was wishful thinking on your part.

In the end, she just nodded, getting up almost at the same time as you did and walking you to her front door. You stood there for a bit, silently taking the night in. It was late, close to midnight. You weren’t supposed to stay at her place for this long, but working on the project took more time than either of you predicted. Finishing it might be a bit awkward, but there wasn’t much work left to do, so you’d push through it.

At least your parents were out of town, so no one was worried about you. Even if they were, they likely would have guessed you’d sleep over at Tara’s place instead of walking back home at this hour. Well, either way, they weren’t home, so they couldn’t worry.

“Bye, Y/N,” Tara told you as you walked down the stairs. You turned around and saw she was smiling softly, her bright eyes still filled with an apology or not returning your feelings.

You smiled back at her, accepting her decision completely. You weren’t owed a chance at a relationship, no one was. Heartbreak hurt, but judging by Tara’s reaction you could still stay friends, though it would probably be best to keep your distance for a bit, just to let the feelings still in your heart fade for a bit. “Bye, Tara,” you said, raising your hand to wave at her as you took a few steps back. And then you turned, walking down the road through the darkness, you glanced back and saw she was no longer there. Of course she wouldn’t be, as much as she tried to be strong for you, you knew the talk was emotional for her as well, she needed her rest.

And then, just as you turned around you caught a glimpse of a cloaked figure and a white mask and before you could even realize what was happening you felt something sharp cutting through your flesh.

You didn’t hear anything but the pounding of your heart in your ears as you reached up, your bloody hand touching the mask. You looked at the eyes, barely visible in the darkness and saw cold, almost angry gaze bearing down upon you as you collapsed to your knees and the figure of death took your life.

~X~

Stabbed.

Gone.

Dead.

You were dead and Tara couldn’t remember the last time she cried her heart out the way she did today, at your…

Fuck… how could this happen?

Maybe you could have been saved, if anyone found you in time, but you were already dead when your body was found in the pool of your blood in the early morning. Cold, alone, with the killer not even bothering to hide your body or move it from the sidewalk. You died all alone, less than quarter of a mile away from Tara’s home, and she didn’t have any idea. She didn’t dare to call you, to make sure you came back home safely, because she didn’t want to make things even more awkward, she just sent you a text, one you never even opened, and she just thought you didn’t want to open her message. She thought it was a justified reaction. She didn’t think twice, even as the dread filled her. She thought it was dread of what’s to come, of how your feelings and her rejection of them would affect your friendship.

She was no stranger to losing people. First her father, then Sam, but they were, as far as she knew, alive. You were dead, there was no hope of fixing the relationship, of making up for the time that would be lost from now on.

She lost you. And she cried so hard she nearly had to use her inhaler, she cried and sobbed until there were no tears left to cry.

It wasn’t like she suddenly realized she had feelings for you, that she loved you back, or anything like that. She didn’t. She never looked at you like that, and she wasn’t in denial. She lost a precious friend and she grieved for a friend. And when she wondered if she should have done something differently, she wasn’t thinking about her feelings, but just letting you go home that late.

Because she had the same feeling she had when Sam was about to leave, that unexplainable dread that something important was about to be ripped out of her life and that she had no control over it as she watched you leaving. And Tara hated herself for that, she hated that she didn’t act on that feeling. She didn’t want to make it awkward between you two by asking you to watch a movie, let alone spend the night because of how late it was. She just turned you down, after all. And then she came to a conclusion the dread was just her reaction to what would happen between the two of you now, and she relaxed, letting it flow through her, instead of holding it in. How foolish was she to believe that? To not insist on making sure you came back home safely?

She could never look at you the way you looked at her, but she would forever regret that her last words to you were. ‘Bye, Y/N,’ such meaningless words, small, so ordinary. And Tara feared those were the very last words you ever heard spoken to you. Thinking of them now, they were even chilling last words to hear, so innocent and not in any way sounding like the final words. She wished she could have told you something else. She wished she could have properly explained to you that her rejection didn’t mean the end of your friendship, that she cherished every moment you spent together and that you were one of her best friends, if not her best friend.

She didn’t though. She thought she’d have time. That she would let you process everything and then try and see if the friendship could be continued or if you’d be prefer to keep your distance. She should have known better.

She should have known better.

She should have never left anything unsaid.

The sound of landline phone ringing in the kitchen broke her out of her thoughts and she reluctantly got up from the sofa to answer it.

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Man of God

Summary: Mr. Slope needs to pray a lot.

Pairing: Mr Obadiah Slope × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Prejudice and religion.

Author's Notes: Hi everyone, I just wanted to clarify that I don't intend to offend Catholicism or any religion. Please understand that this is just a work of fiction and no harm is intended. I wrote something quickly for this character, and since I haven't seen the series, it may have deviated slightly from Slope's usual characteristics.

Request from @smilingformoney here

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You could not believe your eyes when Mr. Obadiah Slope, the local chaplain, walked into your shop one fine afternoon. His face, normally set in a severe expression, contorted with disdain as he took in the sight of you behind the counter, clad in your usual attire of flowing skirts and a low-cut blouse, which showed more skin than he deemed proper for a lady.

Mr. Slope's eyes narrowed as he approached, his posture rigid with disapproval. "Madam," he began, his voice dripping with condescension, "I must say I find your presence here most unbecoming."

You smirked, though inside you felt a twinge of nervousness. Dealing with the chaplain was a delicate dance you'd rather avoid, but your pride wouldn't allow you to back down. "And yet here I am, Mr. Slope, running a legitimate business in this town," you replied, your voice steady despite the anger boiling inside you.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not used to being challenged by someone he considered beneath his station. "Selling your gypsy magic potions, I see," he sneered, eyeing the shelves of medicinal herbs and remedies behind you.

"These are not 'magic potions'," you retorted, your voice sharp. "They are legitimate herbal remedies that have been used for centuries. They help people, Mr. Slope."

He scoffed dismissively. "Superstition and heathen beliefs have no place in a town guided by the word of God," he said, his voice growing louder with each word.

"Perhaps you should try one of my remedies sometime," you shot back, unable to resist the urge to provoke him further. "I hear it's good for keeping a judgmental disposition in check."

Mr. Slope's face turned red with anger, but he quickly composed himself. "I did not come here to engage in petty arguments with you, madam. I came to tell you that your presence is not welcome in Barchester. You are a disruptor of the community's moral fabric."

You leaned forward, your eyes gleaming with defiance. "And yet, the community comes to me when they need help, Mr. Slope. Perhaps it's not me they should be wary of disrupting the fabric of Barchester," you retorted, your voice sharp as a blade.

Mr. Slope took a step closer to you, his eyes boring into yours. "You do not intimidate me, madam," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze with an unflinching stare. "I don't intend to intimidate you, Mr. Slope," you said, your voice low and teasing. "I intend to show you that I am not to be trifled with."

Mr. Slope's jaw clenched, clearly unused to being defied by anyone, let alone a woman who sold what he considered to be heathen remedies. "You will leave Barchester, or I shall see to it that your business is ruined," he threatened, his voice carrying the weight of his position in the community.

You straightened, your eyes narrowing at his audacity. "You can try," you challenged, your voice ice cold.

Mr. Slope's face flushed with rage, but instead of retorting, he turned sharply and marched out of the shop, leaving you standing there, your heart pounding with a mixture of defiance and relief.

As the days passed, you heard whispers among the townsfolk, gossip that Mr. Slope was using his influence to turn them against you. Families who had once been your regular customers now avoided your shop, their faces turned away when you passed by.

But you refused to let Mr. Slope intimidate you. You continued to run your business, serving those who still believed in the healing powers of your remedies, even as your sales dwindled.

Then, one afternoon, Mr. Slope returned to your shop, his face a mask of disapproval. You raised an eyebrow, daring him to speak.

"I have warned you, madam," he said, his voice cold and authoritative. "You persist in your immoral ways, flaunting yourself and your wares in this town."

You glanced down at your attire, knowing full well the effect it had on men like Mr. Slope. "Flaunting myself?" you asked innocently, a smile playing at your lips.

"You will not win this battle, madam," he insisted, his voice trembling with restrained anger. "I will see to it that you are driven out of Barchester."

But you couldn't help but notice how his eyes kept darting to the swell of your breasts, despite his attempts to maintain a facade of stern authority. You laughed softly, crossing your arms below your breasts, deliberately accentuating the cleavage even more, and watched with satisfaction as Slope lowered his eyes to peer at it.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Madam, your impropriety only proves my point. You have no place here in Barchester," he insisted, his voice tinged with frustration.

You tilted your head, your lips curling into a sly smile. "Oh, Mr. Slope, are you scandalized by a woman's form?" you asked teasingly, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

Slope's jaw tightened, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the tempting view you presented. "I will not be distracted by your... provocations," he retorted, though his voice betrayed a hint of discomfort.

"Provocations?" you echoed, raising an eyebrow. "I'm merely standing in my own shop, dressed as I always do. If my attire offends you, perhaps you should simply avert your gaze," you suggested innocently.

Slope's cheeks reddened further, clearly torn between his disapproval and the undeniable allure you presented. "You are shameless," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You chuckled softly, taking a step closer to him. "Or perhaps you're just a man, Mr. Slope," you replied, your voice low and teasing. "Even a chaplain must have desires, no?"

Slope stiffened, his eyes narrowing at your boldness. "You know nothing of my desires," he shot back, his tone defensive.

"Oh, I think I know more than you'd like to admit," you countered, your voice laced with amusement. "It must be terribly frustrating, living a life devoid of any pleasures of the flesh."

Slope's face darkened with anger, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. "You will not provoke me," he insisted, his voice wavering slightly.

You leaned closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Oh, but I think I already have," you murmured, your breath brushing against his cheek.

When your hand trailed down Mr. Slope's chest, his breath caught in his throat, a mixture of desire and apprehension swirling in his eyes. His feeble protests melted into soft moans as your fingers danced teasingly along his waistband, grazing the growing bulge in his trousers.

"Madam, please," he whispered, his voice trembling with a blend of longing and reluctance.

But you only chuckled, enjoying the power you held over the usually stern chaplain. "Oh, Mr. Slope," you purred, your voice low and sultry. "You can't resist me, can you? All those sermons about temptation, yet here you are, unable to resist a mere mortal like me."

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but the fire in his eyes betrayed his desire. "You're a temptress," he accused weakly, his voice barely a whisper.

You grinned wickedly, your fingers deftly undoing his trousers as you pushed him against the wall, dropping to your knees in front of him. "And you're a man of God," you teased, your voice dripping with seduction. "Tell me, Mr. Slope, does the thought of sinning excite you?"

Before he could respond, you lowered his trousers, revealing his half-hard penis straining against his undergarments. He cursed under his breath, his resolve wavering in the face of overwhelming desire.

"Stay away from me, you damned gypsy," he warned, though his voice lacked conviction.

But you only laughed, your hand wrapping around his throbbing length. "I think you secretly enjoy this, Mr. Slope," you teased, your voice husky with desire. "Confess your sins to me, and I'll grant you absolution."

With a desperate groan, Mr. Slope surrendered to the pleasure, his hands tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. His protests turned into fervent moans of ecstasy, his hips bucking involuntarily as you worked your magic on him.

"Oh, God," he gasped, his voice thick with desire. "What are you doing to me?"

You only smiled around him, your tongue swirling teasingly as you brought him closer and closer to the edge. With each delicious stroke, he felt himself slipping further into blissful oblivion, his mind consumed by the intoxicating pleasure you bestowed upon him.

Your eyes met his, dark and smoldering with desire, a silent challenge passing between you. "Does this feel sinful, Mr. Slope?" you murmured teasingly, your voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine.

He groaned in response, unable to form coherent words as your lips enveloped him once more, your tongue tracing the veins along his length. The weight of his clerical collar felt heavier than ever around his neck, a stark reminder of the position he held in Barchester society.

But in this moment, with your lips working their magic on him, the only thing that mattered was the unbridled passion coursing through his veins. His mind was a whirlwind of guilt and ecstasy, a storm of desire that he had fought to suppress for years.

You relished in the power you held over him, knowing that this man of God was succumbing to the temptations of the flesh. Your hand moved in rhythm with your mouth, stroking him firmly, coaxing him ever closer to the edge.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," you teased, your voice low and teasing, your breath hot against his sensitive skin.

Mr. Slope's grip tightened on the wall, his knuckles white with tension. "I... I should not..." he managed to gasp out, his voice trembling.

"Shh..." you cooed softly, your eyes locking with his as you moved faster, your mouth taking him deep, your fingers gently massaging his balls. "No need for words, Mr. Slope. Just feel."

He moaned in response, his head falling back slightly as pleasure coursed through him. His whole body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with the intensity of your touch. You were a seductress, a witch tempting him with forbidden pleasures, and yet he couldn't bring himself to stop.

As Mr. Slope's arousal reached its peak, he couldn't hold back any longer. With one hand gripping your hair firmly, he thrust his hips forward eagerly, driving his throbbing member deep into your mouth.

You moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. His hips bucked uncontrollably as he surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy coursing through his veins.

"Oh, God!" he cried out, his voice a baritone scream of pure desire. "Yes, just like that!"

You smiled inwardly, reveling in the power you held over the usually stern chaplain. His facade of authority crumbled before you, replaced by raw, unbridled passion.

With each flick of your tongue and every stroke of your hand, you pushed him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. His breath came in ragged gasps, his grip on your hair tightening with each passing moment.

And then, with a primal roar, he climaxed, his hot seed spilling into your eager mouth. He cried out your name, his voice a symphony of pleasure as he rode the waves of ecstasy.

You swallowed his essence eagerly, savoring the taste of his release as you milked him dry. His body trembled with aftershocks as he collapsed against the wall, spent and satisfied.

He stood there, leaning against the wall, one hand gripping the rough plaster for support, the other still tangled in your hair. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.You released him with a soft pop, his member glistening with your saliva, a testament to his newfound experience.

"You're a damned gypsy witch," he muttered, his voice hoarse as he glared at you. Despite his words, his body betrayed him, still quivering from the intense pleasure you had just bestowed upon him.

You stood up slowly, a wicked smile playing on your lips. "Oh, Mr. Slope," you purred, your voice low and sultry. "Did my pagan magic overwhelm you? Or was it the realization that you're still a virgin?"

Mr. Slope's eyes widened in shock and indignation, his face reddening even more. "That's not true," he protested weakly, but his denial only confirmed your suspicions.

"You can't deny it," you teased, taking a step closer to him. "No woman has ever touched you like that before, have they? Your vows, your faith... they can't protect you from your own desires."

He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. "This... this can't happen again," he insisted, though his voice lacked conviction.

You chuckled softly, closing the distance between you until your bodies were almost touching. "Oh, but it will," you murmured, your breath brushing against his ear. "You can't resist the temptation, Mr. Slope. The forbidden fruit tastes too sweet."

He shuddered at your words, his resolve crumbling further. "I... I must go," he stammered, taking a step back. "This is... unacceptable."

But before he could turn away, you reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back towards you. "Unacceptable, yet undeniably enjoyable," you whispered, pressing your body against his.

Mr. Slope gasped, his hands finding purchase on your hips as if to steady himself. "I... I can't," he protested weakly, though his hands betrayed his true intentions, pulling you closer.

You smirked, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. "You want this," you murmured, your voice a sultry whisper. "You want me."

His breath hitched at your touch, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of desire and guilt. "God forgive me," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you closer as he surrendered to the passion he had long denied himself. His lips moved against yours eagerly, his tongue seeking entrance as he deepened the kiss.

As you broke away for air, Mr. Slope's eyes were dark with desire. "This... this cannot continue," he panted, though his hands still clung to you.

"It will continue," you insisted, your voice laced with determination. "You'll be back, Mr. Slope. You can't resist me."

He hesitated, torn between his faith and his overwhelming desire for you. "I... I must pray," he finally managed, his voice trembling.

You chuckled softly, tracing your fingers along his jawline. "Pray all you want, Mr. Slope," you murmured. "But remember, I'll be here, waiting for you."

With that, you released him, watching as he stumbled out of your shop, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You knew Mr. Slope would return, drawn to you by a desire he couldn't ignore, a desire you were more than willing to fulfill.

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~Lucifer x Angel!Reader🪽

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3 𖦹 Part 4 𖦹 Part 4.5 𖦹 Part 5 𖦹 Bonus?

Summary: After months of being apart, Lucifer spots a familiar looking form under the tree where he used to meet you. But... It couldn't be you... Could it?

Warnings/promises: 18+, teasing, oral (m & f receiving, riding, facial, and a big finish

After a few months of thinking you were dead, Lucifer managed to get to a mostly good place. He stopped crying every day, though he still did on bad days, and he was back to being productive. Though the nights are still hard; plagued by both nightmares of your death and terribly wonderful dreams of your night together. But he could see the progress. He could feel it.

It took a long time but when he felt capable enough, he decided he wanted to go to the spot where you would meet him every time you came to visit. He'd been afraid to come here until now, worried it would sweet him back in his progress. But something about today felt… right. As he approaches, it seems as though someone is already there. A girl, sitting under the willow… A girl who looks just like you.

His heart skips a beat, his breath catches in his throat at the very thought of seeing you again. His fists tighten as he picks up a pace towards the lake, hoping against hope that it's indeed you he's seeing.

You don't look like yourself... He can only see you from behind, you don't look like an angel anymore, but like your demon disguise, with a tail and horns. but the closer he gets the more he's sure it's you.

His heart races as he closes the distance between you, his eyes drinking in every inch. He can't believe what he's seeing, but there's no mistaking it - it's you, transformed into something so dark and sinister, yet still so undeniably beautiful. It was you, his sweet, forbidden love. The seraph he'd fallen for in hell, lost for months. He's sure of it. even just seeing the back of you sitting by the lake, he was sure it was you.

Lucifer's footsteps thud heavily against the earth as he practically sprints towards you, his form casting a long shadow over yours. His breath hitches at the sight of your back, and he knows. He's sure.

You turn with a shocked expression just before he colides with you. His arms around you in a desperate embrace. You sit there, stunned. "L...Lucifer...?"

Lucifer's arms envelop you, trapping you in his arms. His heart is racing, his grip firm on your form. He breathes heavily, as if he'd been running for years; searching for you. "Y-yes...it's me!" he says, still holding you tightly. "How are you here? I thought… I thought you died!?"

You pull back from his embrace, eyes full of pain. "Dead? No... no, you didn't want me any longer..." you say, confused.

Lucifer releases you, his arms dropping to his side. His expression turns incredulous, eyes wide. He shakes his head rapidly. "No! No, no, no... I never stopped wanting you.”

He reaches for your hand, grasping it and pulling you back towards him.

"But... Adam said..." you begin only for your breath to hitch and break off.

Lucifer's face turns horrified at the mention of Adam. He grasps at you roughly, rage filling his eyes. "What did Adam say...?" he asks seriously.

"He... you were there to rescue me... but when you tried he threatened to rip out my primary feathers so I could never fly again... and he made you watch as he... forced himself on..." your voice raises in pitch as you continue.

"yes... I... I remember that. but in the end you... you died..." Lucifer attempts to explain, hoping you have an explanation.

"No... I wasn't dead, I... I woke up later... and you were gone..." you say sadly. "Adam told me that you left, that you were disgusted by me, that you said I was ruined by his seed and that if you ever saw me you said you would smite me where I stood... and then he cast me into hell..."

His face turns to ash and he seems to age quickly as he takes in what happened, shock and guilt spread across his face. He looks away, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He can barely breathe, remorse weighing heavy on him "I had no idea... I swear..."

"I wanted to come find you, I wanted you to care for me but... I was so afraid. I thought you hated me now..." You sob and press your face to hide chest.

His eyes close as he takes in the feeling of your tears against his chest, a deep sadness inside him. He wraps his arms around your back, his hand moving to gently stroke your hair "I could never hate you, my love. I'm sorry... I should have... I should have protected you…”

"No..." you say suddenly, your voice stern. "I didn't want you to come."

He looks down at you, a mix of confusion and pain in his eyes "But why... I would have kept you safe..."

"My punishment for us sleeping together was the punishment of overindulgence. I was to be punished with the sin I committed, which was a sin of the flesh. Then I was to be cast down from heaven." you begin to explain.

His heart clenches as he listens to your explanation, understanding the cruel irony of it all. He reaches up with a hand to gently cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear "It was never your sin alone, my love..."

"I know... that's why I didn't call for you. If I'd have called, you would have come immediately to try and rescue me from my punishment, wouldn't you have...?”

His expression falls, knowing he can't deny the truth of your words. He wanted to save you, to protect you. But he also knows he would have doomed himself in the process, and left you alone with no escape. "Yes, I would have…”

"That's why I didn't call you... the trial wasn't only for me... but you as well." You grip his arms tightly, a look in your eyes as though pleading him to understand.

Lucifer's eyes widen, recognizing the pain and heartache in your gaze. His hands reach up to grip yours, seeking to alleviate the crushing weight of your burden "Mine as... I was supposed to be punished as well...?"

You nod. "They deemed me guilty of sins of the flesh and you... of temptation and defilement... of stealing away one of God's beloved ones, and... they decided that your punishment should follow the same standards as mine.”

Lucifer's mind reels, confusion and shock permeating through his form. The realization of the high angel's twisted punishment settles heavy upon him. "And... and what was it...?" he asked, worried.

"Exactly what happened anyway..." you said solemnly. "I had sex so I was punished with sex. Adam... Adam assaulted me for ten days... one day for every meeting you and I had. But your crime was supposedly forcing god to watch as you defiled one of his angels... so... so your punishment was..." You breath catches and you begin to cry again.

Lucifer's eyes darkened with rage and disgust. He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. "This is exactly why I should have come earlier. I would have stopped this from ever-"

"No!" you yell, interrupting him. "Don't you get it!? They WANTED you to try and save me! YOUR punishment was to feel what God supposedly felt..." you finally say it, you look directly into his eyes with all the pain you'd been holding in and say it. "Your punishment was to bear witness... if I'd have called you there, they would have forced you to watch *all ten* days of my punishment."

Lucifer's eyes widened, the horror of the thought sinking in. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you back into a tight embrace. His voice is barely above a whisper. "But, but Adam..."

"Adam volunteered..." you say into his shoulder.

Lucifer holds you closer, wishing he could take away the pain and suffering you've endured.

"Then you showed up anyway. I tried to protect you and you came anyway. Sure, not for ten days, but you still had to watch as he... as he..." a sob cuts down your words at your throat and you hold him tighter, unable to finish your sentence.

Lucifer's heart breaks as he listens to your unfinished words. He strokes your back, holding you close as the sobs take over your body. He whispers, his voice full of anger and sadness. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.”

"I didn't want you to see me like that... to see me with another man... even if it was forced..." You mumble.

Lucifer's grip tightens, his heart aching at the pain and shame in your voice. He gently tilts your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You never have to be ashamed when you're with me. I hate that he forced you into this, but I could never hate you."

"Lucifer..." You cry, your fists clenching his coat tightly. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry…”

Lucifer's anger dissipates at the sight of your tears. He caresses your cheeks, wiping them away. "Sorry? Why are you sorry?." He pulls you into a tight embrace, resting his chin on top of your head.

"When I woke up... alone in Adam's arms... and he told me you'd left, disgusted with my tainted form I... I believed him..." You sob.

Lucifer's heart breaks at the realization that Adam had truly convinced you of such an outrageous lie. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tighter. "I could never be disgusted by you, my love. I left only because I thought you were dead."

"He didn't tell me that... he told me you didn't want me, and then when I was cast to hell and... I saw you..." You sniffle. "I thought he was right. You were here, but you hadn't come looking for me. So he must have been right, you didn't want to find me..." You cry. "I thought he was right…”

Lucifer's expression turns pained at your words. He lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. "I searched for you, my love. I looked for you in every corner of hell, but I couldn't find you. I thought I had lost you forever."

"I hid... I was scared... broken... I-I missed you." You say, grabbing him tightly again.

Lucifer's eyes soften as he holds you, understanding your fear and pain. "I missed you too, my love. I will never leave you again." He kisses your forehead softly, keeping you close. "Can you ever forgive me for the pain I caused you?"

"The pain you caused me?" You ask, incredulous. "I am the one who needs to be forgiven!?"

Lucifer looks at you, surprised. "What do you have to be forgiven for? You did nothing wrong. I am the one who tempted you to sin, who caused you to fall, the reason Adam..." he stopped, forcing himself to continue, "the reason Adam raped you. I abandoned you, and caused you pain." he takes your hands in his, pleading with you. "Please, my love. Tell me you forgive me..."

You give him a sad smile, tilting your head, "Lucifer... you did none of those things." You reach up and touch his face gently. "I chose to be with you. from the moment you first introduced yourself to me I was smitten. I was doomed to fall. From the moment I learned you were not the devil heaven portrays you as but instead a gentleman, a lonely, wonderful, loving man who was desperate for love..."

At your words, tears brim in Lucifer's eyes, and a small, pained smile appears on his face. "My love." he whispers, pulling you close to him. "You have no idea how much I needed to hear that. After all the pain you were forced to go through..."

"And what about you...?" You ask. "Because of me, you were forced to watch someone you love be viscously raped all because some silly angel decided she wanted to see what all the fuss about the devil was..." You say, referring to yourself

"Shh," Lucifer soothes, cupping your face in his hands. "I am right where I want to be. With you. And what happened before was a terrible mistake made by cowardly angels. It is not your fault." He kisses you softly on the lips.

Tears roll down your cheeks as you kiss him for the first time in months. You are overwhelmed with emotion. "Is this real...?" You ask in desperation. "Are you truly here? Not angry with me? Am I truly not just hallucinating my deepest desires...?"

Lucifer's heart breaks at the sight of your tears. He wipes them gently away, his eyes still glazed with a light moisture. "It is real. I am here. And I am not angry. I love you.”

"I..." your eyes widen and fresh tears spill out. "I love you too...I love you, Lucifer." You wrap your arms around him and pull him into another kiss.

Lucifer's heart swells with joy and love. He kisses you back with all the pent-up desire and love stored inside him. "I fucking love you," he whispers between his kisses.

"I love you so much..." You sigh onto his lips as you crawl onto his lap, your knees on either side of his, your body desperate to be as close to him as it can before you just become one.

Lucifer's hands reach up to cradle your face as you crawl onto his lap. His eyes are filled with love and desire. "I want you so fucking badly," he moans.

You blush at the forwardness of hid words. "R-right now?" You ask, not rejecting it, but certainly surprised and shy.

Lucifer smirks at the red on your cheeks. He caresses it softly with his thumb. "Yes, right fucking now. I can't wait, I need you," he says with urgency in his voice. "If you would have me, I would gladly have you."

"Even after... Adam...?" You ask

Lucifer's face turns serious for a moment, he knows Adam hurt you and it haunts him. But he wants to prove his love for you, right now. "I love you. You are everything to me. More than I ever thought a person could be. l will always choose you," he whispers.

"Lucifer..." His name on your lips is like the most delicious temptation.

Lucifer groans as you say it, the lust in your voice igniting his own. He can't resist the temptation anymore. His hands move from your face and into your hair. "Say it again,"

"Lucifer..." You moan as his hands roam your body, his lips on your neck.

Lucifer smirks against your skin as he hears you moan his name. His hands continue to roam your body, exploring every inch of you as his lips leave teasing kisses along your jawline and down to your neck. "I want you so badly," he groans.

You feel his hand slide up your thigh and dip under your skirt and you straighten. "W-wait..." You say, grabbing his hand.

Lucifer stops in his tracks at your words, looking up to meet your gaze. His eyes are full of hunger and desire, but he sees the hesitation in yours. He takes a deep breath, trying to control himself. "I'm sorry," he whispers."

"Not here..." You continue, easing his fears.

You're not apprehensive about continuing, just hesitant about the location. Lucifer's eyes light up at your words, making him realize that you're not shutting him down. He nods, understanding your hesitation. He takes a step back, offering you his hand. "Come with me," he says, snapping his fingers and summoning the portal to his room.

You reach up and take it, a shy smile on your lips of which Lucifer grins at, feeling his heart flutter at the sight.

"You're so beautiful," he says before leading you through the portal and into his room. He closes the portal behind you and turns to face you, scooping you up into his arms, his eyes burning with desire.

You blush, letting out a little "oop!" as he lifts you, and bury your head in his chest as he carries you to the bed.

Lucifer chuckles at your cute reaction, nuzzling his face against your hair. He carries you to the bed and gently sets you down, climbing in beside you and pulling you into his arms. "Is this okay?" he asks, his voice soft as he runs his fingers through your hair.

You nod. "I'm just... feeling embarrassed."

Lucifer growls, hating that you're feeling that rest around him. "Why would you be embarrassed, love?" he asks, tilting your chin up so he can look into your eyes. He smiles warmly at you, running his thumb over your cheek.

"I don't know. it's not like you haven't seen me like this..." You blush.

Lucifer chuckles softly at your blush, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "It is only your second time," he murmurs against your lips. He deepens the kiss, running his hands over your body and pulling you closer.

"But Adam-" you start to mention how he had you a very large number of times, but he cuts you off.

Lucifer's eyes narrow at the mention of Adam, his jaw clenching. "Adam doesn't count," he growls, his hands tightening on your waist. "What he did wasn't sex. He did that against your will. This is your second time, and it's normal to be embarrassed your second time."

You look up at him with adoration in your eyes, saying that it doesn't count hitting somewhere deep in your heart. "Lucifer..." You kiss his cheek

Lucifer's hardened expression softens at the sight of your adoration, a small smile tugging at his lips as he feels your lips against his cheek. He brings up your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it before leaning down and placing a few more kisses on your neck and cheek.

"Lucifer..." you say again, but this time it comes out more like a moan, his heart rate increasing with excitement and his desire for you growing much stronger. "Tell me what you want, love. Say it. I want to hear it from your lips," he demands hotly, his breath ghosting against your skin.

"I... I want you..." You say, blushing.

His predatory gaze intensifies, desire burning fiercely in his eyes as he watches you confess your want for him. He leans closer to you, pressing his lips against yours, his tongue running over your bottom lip.

"You can have me, all of me. Whatever you want.”

"I... I want you to take me..." You moan, shivering at his tongue on your skin.

Desire surges through him, overwhelming his every thought as you confess your want. His hands grip your waist harder, tugging at the fabric of your clothes as he deepens the kiss. "I'll take you, give you every inch of myself. I promise to love and cherish you."

You gasp as he begins to remove your dress. Shy but excited, Lucifer smirks, his eyes darkening in excitement as he pulls at the rest of the way off, tossing it aside. "You're so beautiful, my love. I'm going to make you scream my name," he growls, his voice full of need. You blush and squeak, covering your face at his bold statement.

Lucifer grins, pulling your hands away from your flushed face, his fingers tracing over your cheek as he leans closer. "Don't be shy, my love. I want to hear every sound you make, to see every reaction to my touch."

You nod, looking up at him, embarrassed. His eyes meet yours, searching and intense as he leans in, pressing his lips against your own. "I find it interesting that you are so much more shy this time than our first." he murmurs huskily.

"That's because before, I didn't understand how intimate this is, sharing your body with someone. But I do now..." You explain.

Lucifer's expression softens, his fingers combing gently through your hair. "Good. I want you to understand the intimacy of this act, the beauty of sharing our bodies with one another. It's not just sex. It's showing one another how we feel in our hearts." he smiles down at you. "Now let me show you just how deep my love for you goes..."

His words make your heart swell with joy to the point that you think you could cry. You nod and watch as Lucifer's hands glide up your thighs, the heat of his touch setting your skin alight. His piercing gaze never wavers, pinning you in place. "You are so beautiful, my love," he whispers against the inside of your knee.

"Lucifer..." You shudder out, your mouth opening slightly as he takes his time working towards his goal.

Lucifer smirks, loving the effect he has on you. He gives a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, sucking lightly on the skin. "You like that, don't you?" he purrs.

"it tickles..." You admit, shivering. "And it makes my stomach flutter..."

Lucifer chuckles lowly, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Good. I want to make you feel good." he whispers, kissing his way up towards your groin. He uses one hand to gently rub your inner thigh, while the other expertly strokes you.

You gasp as he begins to touch you, your body reacting immediately and strongly. "A-ah...!"

Lucifer smirks triumphantly as he continues to pleasure you with his expert fingers. He nuzzles against your stomach, his lips trailing lightly against your skin. "You're so responsive to me, my love. It makes me so hard."

"I-it feels so good...!" You whimper out.

Lucifer moans softly at your words, the sound sending a thrill down your spine. He wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I want to make you feel even more pleasure."

You let out a yelp as he pulls you closer, your face growing red as you see him so close to your heat. He licks his lips and you shiver again. Lucifer's eyes light up as he sees your reaction. He licks his lips again, this time more deliberately.

"I remember how good you taste, my love. I've wanted more since the first sample. I want to devour you." He leans in closer, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before moving closer to your throbbing cunt. "I want to taste you, my love. I want to hear you screaming my name as I make you cum."

"Lucifer!" you whine, covering your face again. "You're going to make me dizzy talking like that…”

Lucifer chuckles at your reaction, his lips ghosting across your skin. "I can't help it. You make me so hard, so needy for you." He presses another kiss to the inside of your thigh before moving lower.

You watch with anticipation as he begins to go down on you. Lucifer moans softly at the delicious sight before him. He runs his hands up and down your thighs, soothing and calming you before taking a slow, teasing lick right at your entrance.

Lucifer's eyes light up at your strong gasping reaction. He starts to lick and suck, slowly teasing you open before he plunges his tongue deep inside. You throw your head back as you feel his shockingly long tongue begin to fill you. The moan you let out is animalistic.

Lucifer hums at the sound, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a moment before diving back in. He curls his tongue inside you, hitting your spot repeatedly as he sucks and licks. You can feel him smiling against your skin as he feels you start to shake and tremble.

"Oh, god, Lucifer! Lucifer!" You moan, reaching down and grabbing his head, fingers in his hair.

Lucifer groans at the feeling. He hums again, the vibrations making you shudder and gasp as he redoubles his efforts. "Yes, baby," he mumbles against your skin, "Let me hear you."

"Oh, oh! don't stop, please..." You moan.

Lucifer grins against you, feeling as your legs begin to tremble. He speeds up his movements, determined to make you lose control. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up more as he licks and sucks at your folds."That's it, baby,"

You begin to feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach. "Wait! I'm- I'm gonna- a-ah...!" You yell out, attempting to push his head off me.

Lucifer laughs softly against you as he holds your hips down, not letting up despite your struggles. "Oh no," he growls playfully, "Not yet." He licks at you more desperately, wanting to taste you as you come.

You feel your hips buck against buck, wanting more as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. "Luci- Luci!"

"Yes, baby," he moans against you, feeling you tremble under his touch. He licks more furiously, wanting to push you over the edge. He rubs at your clit with his thumb, feeling you quiver as he does. "Come for me," he growls.

His words send you over the edge and you cry out as you come undone onto his tongue. You moan his name and squeeze your thighs together around his head.

Lucifer groans as he feels you cum on his face, tasting you and feeling the tremble of your body against his. He laps up every drop of you, feeling satisfied when you squeeze your legs together around him. He looks up at you with a triumphant grin. "There we go.”

You lay panting before him, a gentle hand still fussing with your hair.

Lucifer smirks with a raised eyebrow, leaning over you and pecking at your chin. "You're absolutely adorable," he coos softly. He chuckles as you pant, laying beside you and holding you close.

He runs his hand along your thigh, pulling you closer."

You pull him closer, and Lucifer moans, pressing your lips to his and sliding your fingers through his hair. He returns the kiss, deepening it as he feels your tongue probe at his lips. He grants entry with a sigh, letting your tongue explore him just as much as he does you.

The feeling of his tongue against yours gives you goosebumps and you let out a shiver, hugging him closer. You bite his lower lip and pull it slightly, giving him a look.

Lucifer groans, feeling the shiver run up his spine at the feeling of your teeth on him. He hugs you closer, running his fingers up and down your back as you bite his lower lip. He pulls away with a soft pop, smirking at you as he runs his tongue over it.

The way your eyes shine in the light makes Lucifer feel as if he can see right through to your soul. He leans in close, his lips brushing against yours as the tip of his tongue trails along the lower one, feeling your breath quicken.

"Lucifer...?" You murmur onto him.

As he whispers your name back, he feels the heat of your breath brushing against his lips. He deepens the kiss again, pushing you back onto the bed and crawling over you with a low growl.

You let out a surprised gasp, blushing. Lucifer smirks at you, finding it adorable. He leans down and nips at your bottom lip, his thigh rubbing against your growing arousal as he deepens the kiss once more.

A low moan is pulled from you as you feel him against your already sensitive slit and you look up and into his eyes. They darken at the low moan that escapes your lips. He grinds his thigh against the wetness of your pussy with a smirk, trailing his lips down your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.

You bite your lip, reaching down between the two of you, and palming the ever growing bulge in his pants.

Lucifer lets out a low growl at your touch, his fingers tightening on your skin. He thrusts his hips forward, grinding against your hand as he trails kisses down to the hollow of your throat. "My love," he whispers, claiming your lips once more in a bruising kiss.

"Lucifer...?" You try again, saying his name with a questioning lilt.

"Hmm?" Lucifer hums against your lips, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer. He kisses you deeply once more, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip before plunging into your mouth with a dominant force.

"Mmmnn!" You yelp into the kiss, gasping when he breaks it. "I... I wanted to know if you... if you want me to return the favor?" You ask, shyly. He realizes you're asking if he wants you to use your mouth on him, even after watching… everything.

Lucifer's eyes darken in desire at your question, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. He captures your gaze, holding it as he rubs your cheek. "Only if you want," he says, quietly.

"I know watching Adam force me to do that might have been… traumatic..."

Lucifer's expression turns serious, his eyes filled with concern before softening at your words, guilt flashing in his eyes. "It was disturbing," he admits. "I'm sorry," he says, sincerely. "I want that, but I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it? Or honestly even how I would." He cups your face with his hand, searching for any lingering distress in your eyes.

"I can try?" You ask with a smile. "And if either of us needs to stop, we can. Would that be okay?"

Lucifer smiles back at you, relief obvious in his expression. "Yes, that's perfectly okay," he says, gently. "I want you to feel safe and comfortable, that's the most important thing to me." He kisses you again, softly, savoring the moment.

You nod, rolling you both over so that he's laying down and you're on top of him. You smile, tucking your hair behind your ear and scooting backwards leaving a trail of little kisses down Lucifer's body as you undo his coat and let him pull it off. Then you start to work on his vest and shirt.

Lucifer's breath catches as you take control, the sensation of your lips leaving a trail down his body was making his heart race. He helps you remove his vest, watching with hooded eyes as you continue to undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

You kiss his soft skin down until you reach his pants, making quick work of the buckle and pulling them down. Lucifer's breath hitches as you leave him in just his boxers. He reaches out to touch your hair, gently threading his fingers through the strands as he watches you. "You're driving me crazy,”

You just smile in response before nuzzling your face against his bulging underwear. You can feel him through the fabric, warm and hard.

Lucifer groans at the sensation of your face against him, his hips bucking involuntarily as a rush of pleasure shoots through him. He tilts his head back, closing his eyes as he runs his fingers through your hair again. "I need you," he pants.

With a deep breath, you slowly and teasingly lower the last line of defense between you and him, watching giddily as he springs up in front of you, just centimeters from your nose.

Lucifer's cock springs free as you lower his underwear, causing him to gasp at the sudden exposure. He looks down at you with half lidded eyes, his breath quickening as he takes in the sight of your lips so close to his arousal. "Please," he mumbles.

You reach forward gently, taking him in your hand before sticking out your tongue and letting it trail up the underside of his length. When you reach the tip you lick the little bead of precum sitting on it and look up at him.

Lucifer's hips buck forward at the feeling of your hand on his cock, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he watches you tease him with your tongue. His cock twitches, precum flowing more freely now as he stares down at you with lust-filled eyes.

"This okay so far?" You ask, checking in.

Lucifer nods, struggling to find his voice as he watches you pleasure him. His breath comes in short pants, hips twitching as he fights the urge to thrust into your hand. "y-yes," he forces out. "But shouldn't I be asking you that?"

You smile a sweet smile at him. "Lucifer. I'm not afraid of doing this with you. I love you. I trust you to never hurt me..."

Lucifer melts, his eyes softening as he gazes down at you. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face as he leans down to press a tender kiss to your lips. "I love you too," he whispers.

"I was worried that seeing me... doing this again... even to you, would upset you." You say softly

"Because you were afraid it would remind me of what Adam did?" he asks.

You nod, looking up at him with concern. "After watching what he made me do to him."

Lucifer pauses, a heavy expression crossing his features as his mind drifts back to the horrors he witnessed back in that house. "No, love," he finally says, lifting your chin to meet his gaze, "this is... this is us. Not a reminder of a painful past."

With a smile you lean back down and press your pursed lips to him before letting it slide onto your tongue and inside your mouth.

Lucifer's eyes darken at the sensation of your lips against his cock. "Fuck," he murmurs, leaning back in ecstasy. You push further, taking you deeper into your throat. He growls, fists clenching the sheets as you swallow him whole. The feel of you on him and the sight of his cock engulfed in your throat are enough to drive him crazy with desire. "Oh... my love," he moans.

When he's fully sheathed in you, you begin to move up and down, setting a brisk pace. Lucifer watches, captivated by the sight of you taking him so willingly. His cock throbs and twitches inside your hot and welcoming throat. He reaches down to run his fingers through your hair, holding onto you as he grinds his hips to meet your movements.

You hum a moan onto his shaft as you continue moving, letting him move into you, happy he's enjoying it. Meanwhile he moans louder, pulling on your hair, feeling the reverberation of your voice against his cock. His hips buck, thrusting deeper and harder into your throat. He watches, mesmerized, as his length disappears between your lips again and again. "Sweetheart, shit."

You reach up with one hand and gently press the skin just below his balls, knowing the nerves there are attached to the prostate. You continue to massage it as your tongue caresses him inside your mouth, which is still bobbing on his cock.

Lucifer's eyes roll back in bliss and he moans loudly, feeling the sensations from your touch overwhelm him. His cock throbbing wildly inside your mouth, his hips buck involuntary. "Oh, fuck.. don't stop, shit… I'm so close!"

Excited, you pick up the pace, sucking harder, pushing you deeper... You want to feel his pleasure. Lucifer clenches his fists, his chest heaving as he pants and moans.

“That's it... fuck... Deeper! Fuck, I'm gonna cum so hard..." His breath hitches as his balls tighten, signaling the imminent wave of pleasure about to crash.

You feel him pull your head back and you pop off of him with an audible wet sound just as he cums. You let out a giggle as it shoots up in front of you, streaking across your face. You close one eye and hold your hands up defensively while continuing to laugh, a big smile on your face.

Lucifer smirks and tilts his head as he watches the cum streak across your face. "Look at that mess you made, darling." He chuckles and languidly runs a hand through his own hair, his eyes glimmering mischievously.

"Luci!? Why did you pull me off of you?" You ask, giving him a playful slap on the thigh.

Lucifer lets out a deep, satisfied groan as he watches you, your face now covered in his cum, a lazy smile on his kiss-swollen lips. "I wanted to make sure I could watch the show, darling." He purrs and leans forward to press a kiss against your cheek, taking the moment to clean you gently with his tongue.

"Oh? You want a show huh?" You ask, pressing on his chest so that he'll fall onto your back again. You begin to crawl up onto his lap. "How's this for a show...?”

Lucifer's eyes light up, a sinful grin spreading across his face. "Oh, darling," he purrs and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and rubbing himself against you. You hook your ankles around his legs and lift yourself up, positioning him so he can feel just how wet it made you sucking him off.

"Well, aren't you just a pretty little mess now," Lucifer groans and leans back, letting you grind against his hard cock. He runs his hands over the curve of your hips, admiring the view as his own arousal steadily climbs higher and higher.

You take his hands and pin them to the bed with a 'tsk tsk tsk'. Then you lift your hips and let him prod at your entrance before slowly sliding down, sinking onto his cock with a groan.

"Oh, fuck," Lucifer moans and looks up at you with a ravenous expression. He grips the sheets tightly as you sink down onto him, stretching and filling you inch by inch. His legs tremble, eager to be buried deep inside of you.

You sink down until he's fully inside you... And then you don't move... You bite your lip and look at him lustfully.

"You little tease," Lucifer growls and reaches up to grip your thighs, suppressing the urge to slam himself up into you. "Don't you dare leave me like this." He arches his hips and tries to thrust into you, but realizes he can't.

You smile at his puzzled look. "What's wrong luci?" You say, as you begin to clench your kegel muscles around his stiff cock inside you, pushing and pulling, making him feel incredible, but not enough to finish. "Can't fuck me like this?”

Lucifer snorts and grins back up at you. "I can and I will, if you keep those tight little muscles doing that for long." He smirks, but the flush in his cheeks and quickening breath tell a different story. He grits his teeth as you clench around him, the sensation of your tight heat almost unbearably delicious. "I can... fuck you however I want.”

"I'd like to see you try..."

He attempts to thrust up into me once more, but you just lift up with his hips. then he realizes that, because your feet cross back over his legs instead of rest on the bed beside him, if he tries to fuck you like this, you just lift up with him.

"Fuck," Lucifer groans and drops his head back against the pillows. "God damn it, you're too-" He cuts himself off with a gasp when you use your thighs to rock forward, forcing him deeper inside of you at the same time.

You bite your lip at his reaction, lifting yourself before slowly taking him inside again and beginning to clench around him once more. "Until I let you, you can't do anything but enjoy..." You say teasingly. “I wanna see you break.”

"You're such a tease." Lucifer growls, his voice low and hoarse from the pleasure. He's trying and failing not to lose control as you play him like a fiddle, squeezing and relaxing around him at just the right pace. When Lucifer can no longer handle the torment, he grabs onto your thighs and shifts you how he needs you, his movements hard and fast.

"Ungh, you win. You want me to fuck you?" Lucifer cracks under your teasing, his patience snapping as the hedonistic pleasure overwhelms him. He buries his hands in your hips and lifts you before pulling you back down and thrusting hard upwards, fucking you for all he's worth. His body is a vessel of desire as he pounds into you again and again. His pace is fast and ruthless, slamming into that sweet spot over and over again as he tries to claim every inch of you.

You moan out loudly as he lifts you effortlessly and fucks up into you. Your hands press against his chest, the only things keeping you upright, as he fucks you silly.

Lucifer lifts you up easily, the strength of a celestial angel being brought to bear. You wrap your legs around his hips as he fucks up into you, a primal, animalistic sound spilling from his lips as he buries himself deep inside of you.

"Luci, Luci, Luci!" You cry his name out over and over.

Lucifer's name begins to shift on your lips to an unintelligible moan as he thrusts into you harder and faster. You clutch onto him, your nails digging into his skin as the pleasure overwhelms you. He growls in a deep voice, "Mine, mine, mine,"

"Yours!" You groan in response. "All yours! Only yours!"

"Good," Lucifer purrs, an almost predatory air around him, his eyes locked with yours. With a fast and ruthless pace he fucks you, each thrust with the strength of a powerful incubus, slamming into that sweet spot inside of you.

Your eyes roll back in your head as you lose yourself to the pleasure he gives you, moaning and gasping. Lucifer's smile grows wider at the sight, a cruel glint of pride in his eyes. He speeds up even more, determined to make you lose your mind with pleasure as he thrusts into you. His hands hold onto your hips, his grip tightening as he fucks you deep and hard.

"Luci, I'm so close!" You moan in his ear.

"Then come for me, love," Lucifer commands, his voice dark and deep. He thrusts into you a few more times before he feels your climax start to build, the muscles in your body spasming around him as you moan in pleasure.

With a final moan, you grip his face in your hands, kissing him intensely as your climax washes over you. You groan into the kiss, your cunt tightening around him as though it never wants to let go.

Lucifer growls into your mouth, dominating and taking over as his own climax hits him hard, spilling inside of you and filling you to the brim. He groans in pleasure as he continues to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm until your body relaxes in his arms.

You wrap your arms around him, just laying on his chest and breathing heavily.

Lucifer holds you in his arms, not wanting to let go just yet. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in and reveling in the pleasure he's given you. "I could get used to this,"

"You'd better... now that I'm a fallen angel. I have nowhere else to go." You sigh with a smile.

Lucifer laughs deeply, his chest rumbling under your ear. "I think I can manage that," he murmurs against your skin. He tightens his arms around you, keeping you close as he basks in the afterglow of the intense love making session you've just shared together. Then something strikes him. "Love? where were you living these past months when I thought you were gone?"

You flinch, having hoped he wouldn't think to ask. "Um... on the streets?" You say quietly.

Lucifer's expression turns serious, his amusement evaporating in an instant. He sits up slightly, taking repeats incredulously. He can't imagine it, the thought of you having to survive on your own, especially in Pentagram City. Lucifer narrows his eyes at your response, and he doesn't like the image of you alone and desperate on the streets. The fact that he was the reason for it angered him.

“You're staying here with me," he says firmly, making it more of a demand than a suggestion.

"Wait really?" You ask, pushing up on him so you can see his face. "I don't want to impose!"

Lucifer's eyes soften, and he can't help but be drawn to your genuine expression of care. "You are not imposing," he replies, his voice gentle, "I want you here." He leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips.

"You really mean it?" You say with big eyes.

"Of course," Lucifer responds, gently stroking your cheek. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." He smiles and presses another kiss to your lips, longer this time. His hands tighten around your waist as he deepens the kiss.

You melt into the kiss, pressing your body to his. Then he feels a drop fall from your cheek to his.

Lucifer feels the tear hit him and breaks the kiss to look at you with concern. "Why are you crying?" he asks softly, wiping away the wet from your cheek.

"I'm sorry! I... I just... I don't feel like I deserve all this..." You sniffle.

Lucifer's face softens as he sees your vulnerability. He pulls you in close and rests his chin on top of your head. "You deserve everything good in this world and more," he says, sincerity ringing through every word. "Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise."

"I was cast out of heaven. This was supposed to be a punishment. That's how I got through every day before you found me. Living on the streets felt right, I deserved that. I was being punished. I chose to commit a sin and for that I had no home, I'd lost you, I had to scrounge for food. but this..." You motion to the glamorous room are in, "this... is no punishment."

Lucifer's grip on your shoulders tightens, his eyes flashing with determination and intensity. "Don't you dare say that you deserved that, any of this," he growls, his voice low and husky. "You were cast out by beings who were jealous that you chose your own path. That you chose yourself over their rules."

"Even so, to go from being cast out of heaven to living in a palace with the king of hell..." You look at him with a trembling lip. "It scares me."

"I understand your fear," Lucifer says softly, cupping your cheek with his hand. "But know this, I would never hurt you. I would do anything for you. Anything to see you smile and be happy." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

"No, you misunderstand. I'm not scared of you hurting me, I'm.... I'm scared of losing all this. It's too good to be true. When will the other shoe drop?" You press your forehead to his. "I... I don't think I can lose you again."

Lucifer's heart aches at your words, his eyes filled with sadness and understanding. "You don't have to be scared of losing me," he whispers, his lips brushing against yours. "I am here. I am real. And I will never leave you again.”

"How do you know that...?" You ask. "What if heaven changes their mind? What if they come back to finish the job..?" You ask.

"Heaven does not control me," Lucifer says firmly, his eyes burning with determination. "I am the king of hell and I will not be threatened by them or anyone else." He cups your face with both hands, looking deep into your eyes. "And you are mine, and I will fight for you.”

"You are the king of hell, but I'm... I'm just some fallen angel. I'm lower than even the sinners on the totem pole."

Lucifer's eyes flash with anger at your words. He squeezes your cheeks gently and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. "You are not just some fallen angel. You are a powerful and beautiful creature, deserving of love and respect."

"Not in the eyes of heaven..." You say softly. "You realize that when the next extermination day comes... I'll be Adam's first target?"

Lucifer's expression darkens at your words, anger bubbling in his eyes. "I will not let that happen," he growls, his hands tightening on your face. “I will protect you, always. Nobody, not even Adam, has the right to harm a single hair on your head."

"You can't stop him. that's part of the deal, remember? They get to kill as many people as they can without your interference, but in return they won't hurt any hellborn. I'm not hellborn." You try to explain.

"I know the terms of our agreement," Lucifer says, his expression softening as he looks at you. "But I will not let Adam harm you. I will find a way to protect you, even if it means breaking our deal with heaven."

"No!" you shout, your eyes widening. "You can't do that!"

"Why not?" Lucifer demands, his voice filled with concern and anger. "I will not stand by and let anyone hurt you. You are important to me, more important than our deal with heaven." He pulls you into a tight embrace, his lips pressing against your forehead.

"Because... because..." You stumble over words, obviously knowing something but afraid to say it.

"What is it?" Lucifer asks, his voice gentle and coaxing. "You can tell me anything, you know that."

You close your eyes tightly. "I know I have no more allegiance with heaven, but it's hard... I'm sorry." You take a second to breathe before opening your eyes and looking directly into his. "That's what Adam wants you to do... he wants you to break the deal, to protect me..."

"Adam is a fool," Lucifer says, his voice filled with anger. "He thinks he can manipulate me, but he underestimates my love for you. I will not let him harm you, even if it means going against heaven's wishes."

"He's banking on that. Lucifer. it's a trap.”

"I know," Lucifer says, his voice filled with regret. "But I cannot abandon you. I will protect you, even if it means going against everything heaven has." He leans in and presses his lips to your forehead, his arms tightening around your waist.

You cup his face gently. "You don't understand... If you break the deal, Adam will be allowed to hurt hellborns. Don't you see?" You ask.

"What are you doing," Lucifer asks, his voice serious and thoughtful.

"If you attack him to protect me, like he expects you to do, he'll go after you and Charlie." You say softly.

"You're right," Lucifer says, his face darkened with worry. "But I cannot let him hurt you either, even if the consequences were not so grave." He pulls you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. "What do we do?"

"I... I don't know. but I won't let you risk you or your daughter's safety just for me..."

"I understand," Lucifer says, his voice gentle. He kisses your forehead once more, his arms still wrapped tightly around you. "But you are important to me, and I will not let you come to harm if I can help it." He pauses, eyes lighting up as though he thought of something.

You look back and forth between each of his eyes. "W... what? what is it?" You ask.

"I know how to fix it!" Lucifer says, a grin on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "A way to protect all of you!" He raises an eyebrow, awaiting your response.

"Well? what is it?" You ask nervously.

Lucifer takes your hands in his, looking at you with excitement and all the adoration in the world. "Marry me."

You stare back at him, stunned to silence.

Lucifer smiles at your reaction, his eyes full of warmth. "I love you," he says sincerely, "and I want to be with you forever, as your partner and protector. As your husband." He squeezes your hands reassuringly. "And if you're my wife, that makes you the Queen of Hell. You would also fall under the umbrella of protection."

"Lucifer..." tears begin to well in your eyes. "Do you... really mean that?" You ask.

"I have never been more serious in my entire existence." Lucifer says immediately, with all the sincerity in the world. He pulls you into a tight hug, tears in his own eyes. "I may come off as a flirt, the devil, you name it... but when it really counts, I'm here. I'm a one woman kind of man.”

You smile and giggle, "I Guess that's true. you were with the same woman for almost ten thousand years."

"Yes, I was," Lucifer agrees. "And it broke my heart to see her leave." He wipes away a stray tear. "But you, my love, have captured my heart in a way that I haven't experienced in millennia.”

A tear rolls down your cheek as you smile at him and nod. "Yes..."

"Yes?" he asks, excitedly.

"Yes," you say again with a big smile. "Yes! I'll marry you."

"Yes!" Lucifer exclaims, hugging you tightly, his face in your hair. When he finally pulls back, cupping your face in his hands as he leans down to kiss you. "You won't regret this. I promise to make you the happiest woman in Hell…”

You pull him back in for another kiss, tears of joy raining down.

"My love," Lucifer whispers against your lips, catching a stray tear with his thumb and leaning in to kiss away the rest. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight, his heart racing with excitement and love.

He pushes you down onto the bed, his excitement at you accepting his proposal giving him the energy for another round.

"I love you," Lucifer growls as he looks down at your perfect naked body, his eyes full of lust and desire. He leans down to kiss you, his lips trailing down your neck and across your chest, hands everywhere all at once.

"I love you too..." You respond. "More than anything…”

Wow, I loved writing this. If anyone has any requests I'm more than willing to take them. I really want to write something for Alastor, but I don't know what.

Also I think I want to do a bonus chapter for this. So... We'll see.

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We Search For Stolen Personhood - The Drive Home

Masterlist So here’s the first piece of my now other new bbu story :3 this takes place at the safehous August used to live at! I am very excited about this <3

cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, conditioned whumpees

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They were quiet.

The car remained silent, save for the rumble of the engine and the grumble of asphalt running under the tires. Mouths were zipped to a tight close, excluding the ever so often bump in the road that called out the faintest of a whimper. But only from one of them, the one curled inside the other.

So absolutely quiet. Weren’t they always? This was nothing new for Isaac. They were meticulously trained to be so, quiet unless needed, because what rich, scum of the Earth asshole wants an annoying pet?

Calvin furiously typed away to Edith and Oscar in the passenger's seat, fingers flying over letters too fast to read the messages back to her. He gnawed at his chapped, fraying lips with ever so slightly crooked teeth, and a gentle overbite. Every time he typed he unconsciously held his breath, each few seconds passing by and sucking in a light gasp like a ringing to her ears.

She studied his face with little glances, inspecting his soft features. He looked almost like he could have been about the same age as the two boxies behind them, and for all Isaac knew they could have been college friends in another life.

But Isaac did her best to keep her eyes locked on the road, still wet and drying from the constant thunderstorms that they were lucky to have avoided, even if the clouds were still lingering and threatening to spill. Thunder faintly crashed from miles away, and she knew it would eventually draw near.

Whenever she felt fit, she’d steal a glance to the two boxies through the rearview mirror. There wasn’t much to see beside a twist and turn of intertwined bodies, faces concealed by grease coated mops of overgrown hair and exposed, scarred limbs.

The GPS beeped directions to her in its robotic, mechanical voice, now, take a right turn, it would instruct, and dutifully she would follow.

She was nervous.

Her heart raced on it’s own accord, pounding increasing to a persistent throb in her head. Fingers gripping solid to the wheel, creating their own divots and knuckles turning white, Isaac swallowed, her throat bobbing along with the motion of saliva. Her belly was tied in knots, clawing it’s way to grip at her tensing insides.

Everyone was nervous. They always were with new rescues. How could they not be?

Isaac sipped in a shaky breath, lips parting in anticipation. “You guys okay back there?” Her words were tinted with a smile, although fake and forced, but she knew well how to create the appearance of realness.

“Yes, sir.” The larger of the two replied on instant, the one holding the other between his hulking arms, and only him. He spoke firm and concise, quick to supply her with the same answer he was trained to give.

Though, his speech was inflicted with the hint of an accent, and not a Boston one. Something European, she guessed, something from nowhere near close. Already she wished she could zip open and dip a hand into his past, free his mind to everything he’s ever known, but she was plenty aware even he couldn’t do that himself. Not yet.

Unusually wary to speak, she cleared her throat with a heavy cough. “Is your friend doing okay?” She proceeded, taking a glance to them once again through the mirror.

“Yes, sir.” He repeated, the exact same as the first time he said it. Rolling off the tongue with ease, showing her just how often he was forced to say it, over and over again. She swallowed, hard, as his embrace around the other secured.

A guard dog and a romantic. A pair, obviously locked at the hip and mind.

The information was easily taken from them at the previous safehouse they had picked them up from, much too full to take in two more rescues.

They hadn’t had a guard dog in a good while, the last one probably being August, and he was well living on his own in a whole other state. Isaac could only hope they could do for the new rescue what they had done for him. She knew they could.

One last heave of a turn, and the neighborhood blossomed into view. 2 minutes until home at last.

“We’re almost home,” she started, spinning the wheel with gentle ease, “You two can just go straight to bed. I bet you’re plenty tired.”

Yet again was another of the same response as he digested her every word like an order. “Yes, sir.”

“Good idea.” Calvin muttered, almost a whisper, sending her the ghost of a grin. Her face softened back, as a thank you without words.

They soon pulled up the driveway, minivan stumbling over uneven cracks of pavement. She sighed in relief as they finally parked inside the garage, as if she’d been holding in her breath the whole ride. Calvin did the same, following her lead like always.

“You can head on home, I’ve got them from here.” She told him, “And, thanks for coming along. You were a huge help.”

His expression brightened, that twinkle in his eye returning whenever he was to receive praise. Sort of like the rescues, she thought. “You’re welcome.” He slid right out from his seat, jumping and readying to sprint off to his own home, his apartment only a block away. Before he could, he shouted back and brought a smile to her face, this time genuine. “I wish you luck!”

After a moment of settling breathing, Isaac stepped out from the car herself, stepping around and opening her new guests’ door. “Alright, you two. Ready to come on out?”

This time, the guard turned to the man in his lap, tenderly swiping a lock of slick hair back into place. The romantic atop of him trembled, face moist with what she could only guess were terrified tears.

He ever so carefully wrapped his arms under the other man’s knees and back, stepping out of the car with the other in a bridal carry.

Now, she could see them, just a bit clearer. The one that held the other is tall, way tall, with a hefty build. He was pudgy, skin pooling out of and folding over his boxers, but underneath she knew existed tough muscle. His face held soft features, thin lips and a round nose, flushed red from the cold. He looked to her with glittering hazel eyes, awaiting his next order.

The other’s face was still concealed by shaggy, black waves, but she could see his angular, hooked nose as it peeked out, and the shine of dark, deep eyes peeking from his shield of hair.

“Good, good.” She mumbled as she studied, taking it all in, “That’s so good. Let’s move on inside, alright?”

Isaac locked the car as they trailed behind her through the door, she always did, even when it was safely tucked inside the garage. Better to be extra safe than sorry.

Something tapped at her wrist as she did so, bringing her attention to the decoration connected to the end of her keys that twirled around with the movement of her hand. A bracelet of sorts, made up of little crosses and twists of vibrantly colorful rubber bands. She remembered well when Agnes gifted it to her, the first bracelet she’d ever made with the set Edith had given her.

Isaac hoped that one day, no matter how far in the distance of the future because she would stick with them no matter how long, the new rescues would find themselves like August did, like how Agnes was on her journey to, and all of the other rescues who still visit from time to time. That they wouldn’t run back to whatever sick place they came from, even if they’re tempted.

Isaac held a spark of hope for these two, a fiery burning in her gut like she had for all the others, and she was not going to let go of it.

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Goddess, I need your help! I was attending to my duties and I was exposed to some pink mist I haven’t seen before?

It’s making me feel… hot. Horny. I can’t think straight, all I know is that I need to be used, over and over again until this feeling fades! Please!

(Kinks: aphrodisiac, heat, overstimulation, edging/denial, light pet play, free use)

“Oh dear, I’m not sure exactly what this was. Could be the Librarian or our new Alchemist trying out some new ideas that backfired. Let me get a look at you.” I take your face in my hands and lift you from the ground. Your legs shake, threatening to give out. Your cock is rock hard and dripping pre-cum.

“Well, no doubts about it. You’re in heat, and from the looks of it a pretty strong one. Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to lay down, dick up, and let the worshippers use you to their hearts content. I’ll have to deal with this cloud of aphrodisiac, so I won’t be able to help, besides, when I fuck someone with others present, they tend to give me space and let me do what I need to do.”

“That won’t help. What you need it to be fucked by as many people as possible. But there’s one thing to remember. No matter what happens or how good you feel, you can’t cum unless you absolutely cannot hold it in any longer. A strong enough orgasm will knock you out of this, but if you don’t cum hard enough you might be stuck until you’ve recharged. Understood.”

You could barely listen. The only thing going through your mind was the thought of Elira pinning you down and using your cock as a dildo. However, you got the gist of it: get fucked by a lot of worshipers and hold in your orgasm as long as possible. You nod.

“Good. I’ll let everyone know what’s happening so they can help you and anyone else hit by the cloud. Now be a good boy and follow orders.” Your cock twitches as you lay down. You followed orders like a good boy. You needed to keep being a good boy.

As Elira ran down the hall, you immediatly started to whine. You were twitching and throbbing, all needy. Still, you followed her orders for however long it took for a few worshipers to find you. It felt like an hour, but in what parts of your rational mind you had left you figured that it was only a few minutes,

"Look, there he is." The two worshipers run over to you, still draped in their sheer vestiges. Their faces were painted with worry. "Hey, Goddess let everyone know what was happening. Are you okay?"

You groan and twitch. "Fuck... Need... Need to be used. P-please!~"

The worry on their faces turn to arrousal. "Wow, seems like we came across a nice little boy toy. Don't worry, we'll make you all better, dear, right?"

"Of course" the other worshiper replies, taking her vestments off and stepping over you. She lowers herself downward to your hard cock, her pussy dripping with anticipation. A drop of her slick hits your cock and you gasp, your body tensing up. "Aww, what a cutie. So needy. Here it comes~"

She takes you into her wet, warm pussy with a moan, and you have to hold yourself back from thrusting into you. You're a good boy and you follow orders. Your mistresses were in control.

"What a good boy! Now open your mouth for me." You look up to see your other mistress stradling hour face, her delicious pussy hanging over you. You open your mouth and she sits down on your face, her scent and taste nearly overwhelming you. Your cock pulses hard.

"Hey, no! You remember what Goddess said, don't you? No cumming until you can't hold it anymore. You'll have to wait a long time before you let you." You whine and clench your cock tight, keeping your seed inside.

"That's it, toy. Now lick my pussy like you need it to survive." You felt like you did need it to survive. In desperation, you run your tongue up an down her slit, making her laugh out a moan. "Yes, just like that. Good boy." The taste drives you insane with lust and you involuntarily buck your hips into the other worshiper's pussy.

"Oh! My you're such a needy thing." She starts to shift and grind on your dick, placing her hand on your stomach to keep you flat on the ground. "You're like a dog in heat."

The worshiper on your face giggles. "You're right, he is like a dog." You start to whine and lick her pussy faster. "*Augh*~ He even licks me like a dog. Hey, you wanna be our dog? Our cute little fuck puppy for the day?" You nod beneath her weight. "Aww, he said yes."

"A good dog knows their place, so stay down and let us use you." You whine in affirmation. "Good boy! I think you deserve a reward." She lists herself up on your dick and slams herself down with a hearty *PLAP!* You cry out in joy as the two girls laugh and continue riding you.

The plump ass cheeks in your face block your view, but from the sounds they are making you can tell they're getting off. "Mmm, fuck he's so hard. It's addorable how much we turn him on."

"Give him a little credit, he breathed in an aphrodesiac. It's not like he can help himself."

"Don't tell me you think he wouldn't be such a subby, needy mess if we decided to leash him up and keep him."

The girl on your face giggles. "You're right. He seems like a good dog who lives to please. But it's not like you couldn't get most of the subs here to worship you, what with that pretty face of yours."

"Oh, what a flirt. Come here." You her yelp in surprise and feel her weight shift on your face before the sounds of a sloppy makeout begin above you. The girl on your dick pushes herself further onto you, squeezing your dick tight. The sound of the kiss breaks with a gasp.

The girl on your face pouts. "No... please keep kissing me!~ Puppy's gonna make me cum and I want your tongue in my mouth when I do." The feeling of being simultaniously used and disregarded gets you off. You were their plaything.

"Okay sweetie. Puppy, you had better make her cum soon or you can kiss my pussy goodbye." You start to press your tongue hard on her clit and she moans. Her moan is quickly swallowed up by the other worshiper grabbing her face and stuffing her mouth with tongue.

Within seconds, you can feel the wetness accumulating on your face start to drip more and more as her moans gorw higher in pitch. Soon, she cums all over your face, drenching you in her sweet fluids. You lap it all up like the good puppy you were, savoring every drop. When she finishes cumming, she lifts herself off your face.

She leans down to your face and presses her lips against and kisses you. Your cock pulses, but you still keep your cum in. You had to. It was their order. She removes her lips from yours, a slimy strand of spit connecting your tongues before she smiles and breaks it. "Good boy! Good puppy!"

You hear some more footsteps coming from down the hall and the two girls turn to see another worshiper come down. "Ah, I finally found someone. Do you guys need help?"

The girl who just kissed you smirks and walks over to the new girl. "No, but I'm sure that if you can't find anyone else then its probably fine." She grabs the new girl and pulls her into a deep kiss. They pull apart and look at eachother with lust

The girl riding your cock bites her lip at the scene and starts to rub her clit. "I'm close, so you can use this puppy's dick when I'm done."

She nods her head and gives a lewd smile. "Sounds like fun."

You breath hard at the words shared between the three above you. You couldn't contain yourself. Your abdomen clenches up. "*Ungh~*, Mistress, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna-"

You are cut off by a finger in your mouth. "Don't be so rude, puppy. This beautiful piece of ass wants to use you while your still in heat. Puppy doesn't get to cum until she's satisfied. Understood?" You nod, tongue getting covered in the taste of her juces that were still on her finger. You lick at her didget and she smirks at you. "That's right, keep sucking that finger you fucking slut. Make me cum while you look at me with desperation."

You whine and buck your hips as she bites her lip, looking down on you like a queen does to a peasent. eventually, she speeds up her riding and throws her head back. The new girl has begun touching herself, getting wet for you, and she leans over and kisses the girl on your cock. Her pussy clenches and she squirts all over your dick, continuing to ride and making you have to concentrate on not cumming.

Finally, she gets off of you and you wait for the next girl to sit on you. "Oh puppy!~" you hear above you. You look up to see the last worshipper bending over and spreading her cunt wide for you. "Why don't you come here and hump me like the feral animal you are."

You jump up and rush to her, shoving your dick inside and humping her. She moans and squeeks in ecstacy. "Yes!~ Keep going. Make your mistress cum for you and maybe I'll let you fill me." Her words only make you move faster. She reaches around you and strokes your hair. "Mmm, puppy's cock feel good in my pussy?"

"Yes mistress!~"

"Hehe, good boy. This is where you belong: inside your superiors to please them. Fuck me harder." You pull back and jab into her deep. "AH!~ That's a good fucking puppy!~" You can feel your body straining against itself to not cum. You need to slow down to keep yourself from bursting, but...

"No! No slowing down! Fuck your mistress as fast as you can!" You heed her instructions and go as fast as possible. Her pussy clenches around you cock and she starts to shake from an orgasm. You can't hold back either, your cock bursting and shooting cum. You fervorously hump her until you're empty and she's shaking in delight.

After it all ends, you collapse back onto the ground. The immeasurable heat in your body subsides as you breathe heavily. But before you can catch your breath, a foot presses against your still hard cock. "I don't remember saying you could cum."

You open your eyes and see all three of your recent mistresses standing over you. They look down on you with a range of pittying and sadistic glances. "We're gonna have to make you understand your error. Sorry puppy."

"Just look at it this way. You wanted to cum so bad, now we're going to make you cum over and over again until you beg us to stop."

You swallow hard at the idea of being milked absolutely dry by these women. But you don't protest. You are a good boy who follows orders. And when you fail to follow orders, you get overstimmed until you can't think anymore. That was just part of the job.

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banshee's lament - chapter 10.

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and here we have it! the end of act 1 of banshee's lament. it will be going on a hiatus while i plan and write most of act 2. so sorry for the long wait. i hope y'all enjoy!!

content: smut (specifics under the cut), angst, fluff, disabled ofc, aemond being delulu & obsessive, major canon divergence, graphic depictions of violence, death

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The silence was stifling– the usually bustling keep was quiet. It didn’t breathe nor creak like normal. It was lulled to sleep.

The scent of fading smoke still permeated the air, lingering down into paltry ash. Shera wasn’t sure if it was her dream still at play. The world around her suddenly felt different. Not just at Aegon’s pronouncement, but the tone of reality was slightly askew. Askew and off color. There was a throbbing deep within Shera’s skull as if she’d lost something dear— or mayhaps, a memory she was never meant to have was shoved into her cranium. An intense pressure pressed at her mind, threatening to drive her mad.

Shera held onto Aemond for as long as she could, as long as he would have her. His arm was tucked under her legs to hoist her up, his other arm secure around her back, pressing her to him. She felt safe, peering over his shoulder like a stealthy cat. He held her up with ease as she observed Aegon, now apparently pronounced ‘King’. She should be shocked– but she knew Viserys had passed. She watched it, in some twisted semblance of the vision her poppy-addled mind had concocted.

“How long have… I been asleep for?” she asked Aemond tentatively, whispering into his ear.

“Five days.”

Five days. Much happens in five days, then.

“Is everyone… alright? Helaena? The children?” she posed the question to Aegon then as Aemond sat her back down on her bed. She squirmed slightly, not wanting to stay in bed any longer.

“Everyone is fine,” Aegon said, quirking a brow to Aemond. “She’s awake now. You should go before grandsire gets any more cross.”

Go? Where are you going? She stared at Aemond with a pinched expression, tilting her head.

“I will return, Shera,” he paused, brow furrowing. “I promise. Then, we shall speak. ‘Tis a quick flight to Storm’s End.”

“He is petitioning Lord Borros on my behalf, so the Baratheon seat will declare for me.” Aegon answered swiftly as Shera’s mouth opened to protest.

“Petitioning?” she interjected.

“Daeron will be a suitable match for any of his four daughters, I assume.” Aemond nods to Aegon, whom tips his head in agreement. “Keep Shera safe, brother.”

“‘Tis no greater honor upon a King to guard the banshee.”

Shera scowls, folding her arms over her chest. Even with the crown upon his head, Aegon was still an agitation.

Aemond rolled his eye in turn, prying one of Shera’s arms from her chest, turning her palm upwards. “We will speak further, little wolf,” he whispered, leaning down to the shell of her ear. “I hope to never see you in red again. You’re better suited to blue.”

Shera’s eye wandered to the bedside table where her dress, the red and black garment worn at the Lucerys’ inheritance hearing, was strewn.

“You should have Vhagar burn it, then,” she hummed back, the ghost of a smile curling at her lips. “Along with any other pieces of my wardrobe you deem… unsuitable.”

“I’d say what you’re wearing currently is, in fact, unsuitable, my lady,” Aemond responded, his thumb pressing into her upturned palm. Not a warning. It was a promise.

Aegon cleared his throat. “If you two are going to fuck, get on with it. Make it a show for your king, then! I haven’t got all night.”

Heat burned at Shera’s cheeks as she hid her face sheepishly in Aemond’s shoulder. He gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead and let go of her hand. “If I were a lesser brother, you would be eating a meal of your own teeth, Aegon.”

And then he was gone. The door closed behind him and the warmth of the room vanished. Aegon didn’t make a move to leave— in fact, he adjusted himself to be more comfortable.

“You’re… staying?” Shera questioned softly.

“I promised my honorable brother I would keep you safe, did I not? I cannot very well do so if I leave.”

A long silence stretched between them. It wasn’t awkward, per se, but it felt overbearing. It felt… heavy for both of them. A proverbial woolen blanket casted over them, warmth rising to a point of discomfort, to which Shera couldn’t be silent any longer.

“Why did you do it, Aegon? This… this will bring disaster for everyone,” she exasperated suddenly, the breath leaving her lungs as she thought of all the things that could, no, would happen. She worried her lip between her teeth as she stared at Aegon. “You usurped her. You usurped Daemon.”

“Why? You really ask me that, Shera?” he responded, lazed back in his chair.

“Explain it to me– so I might… understand.”

“They will do anything to secure their position. You know that– they… they would kill my children, kill my siblings, my… my mother–” the king choked on the last word like it was bile stuck in his craw.

“You don’t know that for sure, Aegon.” She didn’t want to believe it, even if it was likely true. Undoubtedly true. she thought.

“Look what they did to you, Shera. They mauled you like beasts and then expected you to be okay with it. They betrothed you to one of them. I may be a drunken lecher, but even I know it's wrong,” he took a shaky breath, the heights of his cheeks reddened. “They took my brother’s eye and no punishments were brought forth. Daemon caved his first wife’s head in with a rock and was allowed to marry into Velaryon money, even. They killed Vaemond in the throne room in front of two dozen guards and the bleeding King for fuck’s sake– and nothing happened.”

“Aegon…”

“I am not my mother’s favorite child, I know that. I am not my sister’s favorite brother. I am not your favorite Targaryen by any means. I…” Aegon twisted his rings on his fingers in a way so reminiscent of Alicent. “I cannot sit by idly and let them take and take and take until we,” he gestured between the two of them, then beyond to the general direction of his mother, sister and children’s chambers. “Until we are nothing but dust and ash,” his knuckles were white as he was straining, fist clenching the back of his chair. “Make no mistake, I do not want this. I don’t want the burden, the strife. I’d be much happier stripped of all titles and frills and be nameless in Essos–” he paused, swallowing. He could say it all he liked but knew it not to be true. He needed his family-- as much as they needed him in this moment.

Aegon had always been the eldest of them all, shouldering the brunt of what it meant to be eldest child, but never the favorite. Expectations set upon him the moment he exited his mother's womb, but never sought to fruition. The deep set dark circles under his eyes were reminiscent of someone much older, who had been through much more– but his posture; defeated for the last time as a disappointment, slouched, veins bulging from his hand was a painted picture of a child, a child who wanted to do better. Who had to be better. This would be his metamorphosis.

“Mother said that he professed me his heir with his dying breath. Mother is many things— but I do not think her to lie like this. Especially against Rhaenyra.”

Aegon’s dream. The depiction of the younger, much more alive Viserys danced before Shera’s gaze once more. If the world of men is to survive, a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. A king.

Or a queen.

But the latter was left unsaid, wasn’t it?

“Then… this is… war?” she finally uttered, looking down at her hands.

“Indeed.” Aegon acknowledged, his voice hollow.

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The sky finally cleared, if only for a moment. The roiling clouds opened a pathway to Storm’s End, allowing Vhagar to ascend towards the land with ease. Aemond kept his head low as he scoured the palisade, seeing the puny figure of a green and yellow tinged dragon. He felt Vhagar tense beneath him ever so slightly, the bubbling of a growl stuck in her craw.

Vermax. Aemond would recognize his eldest nephew’s bile colored dragon anywhere. Steering Vhagar outside of the castle walls and as far away from the snack-shaped whelpling as possible, he slid down from the saddle.

He didn’t fancy much having to beg and plead Lord Borros against Jacaerys— it was unbecoming. He loathed having to beg for anything, especially from an oaf like Borros. The man could not even read and apparently only knew how to sire girls. Aemond pitied Daeron having to deal with the Baratheon lord as his future good-father.

The prince’s steps were quiet and measured, hands behind his back. The clouds swirled above, threatening to dole out the Gods’ wrath once more.

“Prince Aemond of House Targaryen has arrived, Lord Baratheon,” the page announced, leading him to the seat of Storm’s End.

It was a terribly bleak room, Aemond thought. In tune with a bleak castle and bleak house. The Baratheon house words were ‘Ours is the Fury’. There was certainly nothing ferocious to be seen, however.

Borros Baratheon lazed in his stone chair like a sloven boar as a maester read off a missive next to him. “Another Targaryen prince graces Storm’s End. The house of the Dragon is confused on who rules it and the realm, it seems. The young pup here is asking for a declaration for the Queen. Might I ask what you are asking, prince Aemond? And what you might offer.” he balanced a single gold dragon between chubby, sausage-like fingers.

“I’ve come to seek House Baratheon’s alliance with the true king— King Aegon, second of his name. May I remind you that the current sitting monarch does indeed have the Conqueror’s name, his crown, and his weapon,” Aemond began, standing with a rigid back.

Jacaerys was there, as well, meandering on the outskirts of the room. Anxiety roiled off of him like smoke from a dragon’s nostrils— albeit, a puny one.

Aemond paid him no mind as he continued. “I fear the Queen that my naïve nephew proclaims for is a farce. My father named Aegon his heir upon his dying breath, denouncing Rhaenyra.”

“Grandsire would never!” Jacaerys butt in. “My mother has been named heir and upheld for years. The vipers are spewing their poison, my lord. Their lies are not to be believed.”

“Aegon was crowned in the Dragonpit before Gods and men, as well as blessed by a Septon. I do not recall your mother being coronated with the conqueror’s crown, nephew? Ah, that would be due to her incessant need to hide upon Dragonstone.”

“My mother was crowned b—,”

“That is enough!” Borros bellowed, sitting up in his chair slightly. “I don’t care what the Gods have professed, nor a dead King. What can you offer me, Prince Aemond?”

“A betrothal of my brother, Prince Daeron, to one of your daughters.” Aemond said simply. He knew that Rhaenyra did not have any sons to offer up, all of them being betrothed or still in child’s nappies. It was a fruitless affair.

“May I remind you, Lord Borros, of the oath that your father took in favor of my mother, the rightful heir?” Jacaerys cut in again, voice raising in urgency. Aemond could feel the nerves pouring off of him, no doubt feeling the pressure of failure weighing upon his shoulders.

“That is all well and fine, young prince— but I am not my father, am I? Am I so beholden to the oath of someone who is dead? An oath made when your mother was barely fourteen?” Borros perked a brow as he continued to flip the coin between his fingers. “You weren’t even a thought yet, nary conceived.”

Jacaerys shifted his weight between both feet, clenching his jaw. His leather gloves squeaked under the balling of his fist— and yet, he stayed silent.

“Your uncle brings me quite the offer. I can wed one of my daughters into the King’s family with ease. What do you offer, little prince?”

“My mother’s favor, my lord. The Baratheon name will be sung through the halls of court when she ascends to her throne, rightfully.”

“Her favor? And what can I do with favors and minstrel’s songs? I cannot even wipe my arse with those pitiful offerings.”

“Lord Baratheon—,” Jace attempted to interject.

Borros silenced him with a firm hand. “You’ve lost, boy. Go back to your mother with your tail between your legs,” the stout Baratheon looked at Aemond, who was quiet all the while with his hands neatly behind his back. “House Baratheon declares for King Aegon, second of his name.”

—

Finalizing the affair with Borros was surprisingly straightforward— Daeron would have his pick of four brides when the war was over. Borros didn’t seem to favor any of his four daughters to be wed over one another, but he did mention his youngest being the most ‘comely’.

Shera crossed his mind for a moment, thinking of the situation— she was no different than any of Lord Baratheon’s daughters, was she? In circumstance, merely a pawn for treaties, alliances to be forged, bloodlines to be mingled and heirs to be conceived. Surely, the state of the realm severed her betrothal to Jacaerys, wasn’t it? And if not, surely Aegon would be prevalent to dissolve it.

But Aegon wasn’t the only one with power or a voice. He was the final say and could invoke absolute authority if needed— but it would be wasted on something as tedious as a betrothal during a war. Cregan wouldn’t forsake his oath to Rhaenyra for anything, it seemed. Not even for his own sister. Nothing would be gained by marrying Shera, not in the eyes of the council at least.

Aemond curled his lip in agitation as he left the Keep, fearing that his brain may wither and die if he were to share any further words with that oaf. The ground rumbled with the promise of thunder, as well as Vhagar’s looming presence beyond the walls. Heavy clouds loomed above, dark and swirling.

He felt something cold against his throat as he was suddenly pushed backwards, undoubtedly with a weapon to him. Grabbing his attacker’s arm, he twisted it at an awkward angle and shifted his body weight to stagger them. Wringing their arm behind their back, he spoke evenly. “Drop your weapon.”

A clang of metal upon stones was heard as Aemond got a look at his opponent’s face. “Jacaerys. That was a pitiful attempt, truly.” he drawled, hoisting his nephew’s arm higher behind his back.

The young prince grunted in pain, thrashing against his uncle like a pinned animal. “Where is she?! You and your damnable brother have her captive, you cowards!”

Aemond blinked once. Twice. He was referring to Shera. Did his nephew actually care for her? Or mayhaps the reaction of her brother, instead, that he was afraid of. “She’s safe, ‘tis all you need to know. She’s away from you and your inept side of the family. In fact, I daresay, she is with her real family.” he let go of Jace’s arm, shoving him away and sending him spiraling on the cobble. He drew his dagger, twirling it. “Do you really think anyone believes your charade, nephew? That you actually like her?”

Jacaerys got back to his feet, unsheathing his sword. His grip was shaky, but with some intention. “You know nothing, uncle! I care for her— we are to be married!” he professed the words with hollow conviction, a dullness behind his deep brown eyes giving way to his true emotion: doubt.

“You care for her? If that’s true, you’ll climb upon your puny dragon and go back to Dragonstone with your tail tucked between your legs. Cry to your mummy and tell her to cease this silly charade of war— and never, ever mention Shera’s name again. She’s too good for the likes of you, bastard.” Aemond spat.

Jacaerys surged forward, sloppy and fueled by anger alone. Aemond shouldered his blow, clashing the metal of his dagger with the shortsword. “A rematch, then, nephew? I don’t believe your guard dog is here to so valiantly come to your side, is he?” the elder prince taunted, felling another haphazard strike– sparks flew from their respective weapons, years of resentment, the bullying, prods and exchanges, taking his Shera, it had all finally come to a head. An elude to a dance between them.

Metal bit metal, flickers of those flames bleeding from their blades with each strike, strike, strike.

“Since you very well fancy yourself a dragonrider, nephew,” Aemond continued to tease, gaining ground on Jacaerys with ease. “How about we take this fight to the skies, hm? Vhagar would do well with a snack out of your shitty little whelp.” he cocked his head to the side as lightning struck behind them, near the sea. The skies churned and toiled, swirling like a threatening witch’s brew. Then came the thunder, rumbling and shaking the ground beneath them. “I shall give you a head start,” Aemond hummed, twirling his blade. “Run.”

It was a blur of adrenaline, the pressure of the storm and something ancient brewing in his blood. He did not remember mounting Vhagar and beginning the chase. But as the rain pelted his face like shards of ice piercing his soul, his whole body sung. It was alight with fire, with molten lava straight from the molten hells of Old Valyria. Vhagar rumbled beneath him, as if to share sentiment with his thoughts.

“Dakogon, valītsos!” Run, boy! He yelled into the raging storm, not caring that he was thoroughly soaked to the bone. He felt alive.

The blur of Vermax dodging and weaving through the clouds, above and below the storm, was all Aemond saw besides the red in his vision. Crimson fury coursed through him as he thought back to Driftmark, feeling a ghost of the pain light up his nerves. The roar of the storm was muted over the ringing, the white noise playing in his ears, the echo of his own screams as a child being mutilated. He never told Shera, nay, anyone, but he had heard her cries. He had heard the colluding of his family to murder her.

“Kill her! She’s going to tell on us, Baela!” one of the other kids had cried.

“I-I can’t! I can’t kill her, Jace!” Baela wailed back. “T-That would be… wrong!”

What was left of his strength at that moment, Aemond mustered it. Baela had the knife pressed to Shera’s throat, hand shaking. The Stark girl was eerily still, soft whimpering cries coming from her. Blood was everywhere, the whites of her eyes no longer white, but stained red.

He would save her, he had to!

He hardly remembered moving, it was all autonomous, as he pushed his cousin’s arm wielding the knife away–

The tunnel was silent, save for the noise of sickly gurgling as blood filled Shera’s throat. It wasn’t the action of Baela that cut it. It was Aemond’s paltry attempt to save her.

It was truly an accident.

Aemond was pulled out of the memory by Vhagar’s agitated roar, Vermax spitting fire at her from in front. It wouldn’t hurt the old dragon, no, the whelp’s flames didn’t burn hot enough for that. But it was an annoyance to her– she was the Queen of Dragons, how could a lowly little hatchling think himself big enough to challenge her? Any semblance of clarity in Aemond’s clouded mind was snuffed out at Vermax’s display of aggression.

Instead, he plunged deeper into it. He embraced the madness. “Ao sylugon naejot vīlībagon se dāria zaldrīzoti, nādrēsy?” You dare challenge the Queen of Dragons, bastard? “Kesan jikagon ao arlī naejot aōha muña isse ñuqir!” I will send you back to your mother in ashes.

An updraft lifted Vhagar, her gargantuan wings billowing like sails as she rode the wind. They were approaching a craggy outcrop of cliffs which would spell doom for any would-be sailor. But they were not sailors. Tucking in her wings, she dove downward towards Vermax. Vhagar was not the fastest dragon by any means, but her size coupled with gravity pulling downward made her as fast as an arrow, barrelling towards the pair.

They were at war. It would be justified, surely. It was on the tip of his tongue. Dra—

No. No.

“Keligon,” he whispered. Stop. “Keligon, Vhagar!” Stop! He pulled at the reins to steer them towards the open sea.

Vermax and Jacaerys Velaryon disappeared into the hovel of crags, just small enough to slip into them.

Vhagar protested, growling, snarling, blowing fire into the air as they skimmed the surface of the ocean, more water spraying across Aemond’s face, some droplets turned to stinging steam.

Why did he stop?

He could’ve killed Jacaerys and then Rhaenyra’s side would be down one dragonrider. Shera would not be betrothed any longer. It would be revenge.

But– he remembered Shera rambling about something a few weeks prior.

Shera held a red leaf between her thumb and forefinger, observing it with a careful gaze. They had liaised into the Godswood after his morning training. She was wearing her usual garb of black and white with a lacy train that was getting caught in the twigs and grass as she walked. Her veil was off of her face, pulled to rest behind her neck for a moment of reprieve.

“The leaves are falling,” she murmured, her moonstone jewelry on her hands shining as the sunlight filtered through waving foliage. “Do you think the Gods are watching us, Aemond?”

He glanced at her as he was loosening his armored gauntlets, unstrapping the leather beneath them. “Mayhaps.”

“They’re selective when they do see, don’t they? What makes a God? And what are we…” she dropped the leaf, letting it float away on the breeze. “But just spaces in between? We wish to be blessed by being good, by adhering to their rules. The faith of the Seven condemn bastardry as a sin. The old Gods of the North behold guest rights as an immutable law. Both hold Kinslaying to the highest of faults, none are more damned than a Kinslayer,” her eye met Aemond’s as she tilted her head. “I want to believe in it all, to be good, to appease… but sometimes I feel as if it’s never enough. It seems they only pay attention when you are to be cursed for your wrongdoings.”

Aemond clenched his jaw as he guided Vhagar back to King’s Landing.

—

“You’re inevitable, you’ve always been.” he muttered, loosening the fingertips of his gloves before removing them.

Shera poked her head up from the doorway, nightgown billowing around her like a ghostly shift. It was late— extremely so. The candles had burnt out, the only light available illuminating from the moon. “Aem… ond?” she squeaked, voice laden with sleep. A poor pageboy had been sent to wake her, the shaken lad citing ‘The prince requested your presence immediately in his chambers’. It remained a mystery to her how Aemond had even found a servant at this ungodly hour.

“Why are you inevitable to me? It’s as if I’m looking at my death when I see you, think of you— you’re a parasite upon my own mind, like I have no self control.” he continued, his silhouette outlined by the moonlight. One hand was clutched at his head, fingers running through his hair. The luminosity glared off of the sapphire embedded into his socket— he looked quite mad. Mad in a beautiful, haunting sort of way.

Shera thought them made for one another. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she said, slipping into the room and closing the door behind her. Moongeist had escorted her, but he was left outside the chamber now. It was only her and Aemond. “I didn’t think… I occupied so much of your mind.”

“I could’ve killed him tonight, you know. Chased his whelp of a dragon through the storm and scattered him across the bay,” Aemond rambled on, not addressing that Shera was even speaking. “I should have. Put the title of Kinslayer on me, over my head. I’m already damned.”

Walking closer, he was soaked head to toe, rain water still dripping from his leathers. His hair clung to his skin, curled softly in its dampness. It almost brought a smile to her face, the curls she thought he lost were still there— but the mood of the room, the distant rumble of thunder, was oppressive. It felt like a hood over their heads.

“Would you still love me if I was a Kinslayer?” he turned to her completely. Even in the dark, she could see the smallest rim of violet in his eye— eclipsed by his blown out pupil. His expression was blank, mood unknowable.

Her stomach twisted at his words, legs feeling shaky beneath her once more. She hadn’t told him that she loves him, afraid of denial, rejection. Taking a seat in his desk chair before him, she looked up. “Y-you… you must know,” she whispered hoarsely. “You must know my feelings.”

“Speak it into existence, Shera,” the prince pleaded, almost. “Make it real.” he got on his knees now before her, putting his hands in her lap, palms up— as if he was praying. His head laid sideways on her thighs as he looked onto the darkness, ear up, waiting.

Her heart plummeted to her stomach, to the deepest depths of the hells below them. She never thought herself brave, no, she was quite cowardly, in truth. She would catch a fright from odd shadows and most certainly would never stand up to the face of adversity. She wasn’t made for it. But this— this was something she needed to do. It wasn’t an act of bravery nor valor. It was selfish, cowardly. The words she spoke made it real between them both. And they could not be taken back. Her lips parted slowly, her voice soft as she whispered into his ear. “I love you. I love you irrevocably, irreversibly, irresponsibly, all consumingly,” her words were jagged and unhewn, but it was so much like them. “You are everything, Aemond.”

Aemond let out the smallest puff of air from his nostrils. He still did not speak, nor verbally reciprocate her declaration. He was, of course, a man of action. His hands slid up to her face, pulling her downward into a ferocious kiss. It wasn’t the sweet one they had shared in the Godswood before— no, this was different. It was the exchanges of breath, tethered to one another’s oxygen like lifelines. His fingers threaded in her hair, tugging, teasing.

The heat in the room was rising, much like the fervor of their kisses. Tongues fighting, fingers roaming to snatch at exposed skin— anything to be closer, as close as they could be without their veins intertwining. Soon enough, Aemond lifted her up from her seat with one arm, not breaking their connection for even a second.

“You,” he huffed between her lips as he sat her down at the edge of the bed. “Are mine. You are mine,” his hands left her body as he unbuttoned his soaked jerkin and discarded it to the side carelessly.

“Yours,” she echoed, her voice not sounding like her own. It was an autonomous thing, to give oneself to another, wholly and completely.

Laying back on the bed, her nightgown pooled beside her like silver ichor. The ichor slipped through his fingers like silk, pulling it taut. Aemond pauses for a moment, throat bobbing in an unheard ask for consent to go further. Despite his bravado with starting it, there was an air of apprehension swirling around him, an uncertainty that was almost unheard of with Aemond.

She knew it right away, seeing that own feeling within herself many times. Warmth grew in her chest as she reassured him without words, both hands making a home on his face as she swept him into a kiss that left no room for any other interpretation: she wanted him. Desperately.

To her delight, it seemed he felt the same, if the hardness prodding against her stomach was any indication. He peeled away her lone garment, leaving her bare before him. He blinked, chest rising and falling with a slow, feather light motion. He was observing her with extreme scrutiny, much as he had when he sketched her before. This was something he wanted— needed— to commit to memory. Then, after what felt like an eternity of staring, he let out a deep breath, hands back on her once more. His fingers notched themselves in the soft skin of her hips, silently marveling at them with a less than subtle squeeze.

They didn’t need words between them. Not now, not for this. Words only got in the way, cluttering what could so clearly be said with action. With reaction. Shera let out a gentle sigh as he continued his exploration, palming her heavy breast, once again giving a squeeze. On mere instinct, to want more, to taste more, her lips latched to his neck and jawline. He wriggled out of his smallclothes and finally there was nothing between them.

Nothing but skin and warmth, on display for one another. All of their collective scars washed away with their extremities as their chests cracked open, bones falling away with all pretense, all duty, all expectation. It was just them. The two colors of their souls mingling together rightfully at last.

He prodded gently at her entrance, testing for any discomfort. She sung her consent by melding their lips together again, tongues taking one another and savoring as her arms looped around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. As he breached her, sliding in slowly, Shera paused for a moment, mouth open against his, peering at him beneath fettered lashes.

His eye was closed— the one he could still see from. The other, embedded with the sapphire, did not close completely. The puckered skin tried, eclipsing the gem ever so slightly, leaving a crescent of blue to shine through. Aemond’s brow was furrowed, lips pursed in deep concentration as he finally bottomed out inside of her, hand clutched against her thigh, fingers indenting against her skin.

It didn’t feel right to say anything else at the moment, truly. Her heart hung so heavy in her chest that she feared it would abscond from her ribcage and fall upon the floor. Softly and almost inaudibly, she whispered against his lips. “I love you.”

Theirs was a muffled pleasure, besotted by one another’s presence that all sound ceased. Only once they had finished, the union of dragon and wolf, Aemond planting his seed deep inside of her, did he speak. “I love you.”

–

It was silent, save for the tandem pitter-patter of two bare feet and four paws. Her heart fluttered in her chest, her body still tingling from the encounter. She still felt his hands on her waist, his lips on the soft column of her neck– he absolutely worshiped her after they got over the awkwardness.

It felt like second nature after the initial moments– it felt right, to give themselves to one another, to profess so strongly…

She couldn’t stop smiling. Her cheeks hurt, actually hurt, from smiling so much. When has she ever experienced something like this in her life?

Her fingers skimmed Moongeist’s soft fur as they went back to her chambers. She had wanted to stay with Aemond, to sleep beside him, to wake up next to him– she had to put mind over matter when she left while he was sleeping. She always figured him a light sleeper due to his incessant training with Ser Cole. She was surprised to learn that he even slept at all. When she had awoken from the tiny nap after their coupling, he was, in fact, asleep– soundly, even.

This was probably the only time he did sleep. She giggled to herself as she imagined it again, sipping at her herbal tea left on the side table, left presumably by the maids. It was lukewarm and could use a bit of heat. When did they leave this?

Perched on the settee, she attempted to cross one leg over the other, but was met with a dull, aching pain in the apex of her thighs.

Oh, right.

Her mind began to swirl as she thought of Aemond waking up… and seeing that she wasn’t there. Would he be upset? Angry? Despondent?

Their time together for the past half year had been enlightening. About herself, about Aemond. The fact of it was– he was just as damaged as she was. He had just mastered the art of masking it. She had a lot to learn from him.

Mayhaps she should write him a note– saying she didn’t want to leave, that she liked what they did, that she loved him, that she wanted to do it again and soon because she was absolutely aching for him–

She needed to calm down, beginning to feel wanton. Her head felt full of cotton, leaking from her ears like one of one of the stuffies that Moongeist destroyed as a puppy. Grabbing a quill and piece of loose parchment from the table.

I have always liked blue.

What color do you think we make together?

I think it would be a shade of periwinkle, a beautiful layering of vinca on the forest floor.

Please return to me. And we shall see what color we make.

I feel bereft without you.

She did not address it, nor sign it– Aemond should know her handwriting by now, shouldn’t he? As she folded it up, fuzzy bundles of sheep’s wool cotton spread across the room. When she tried to move, intending to stand up, a sudden illness rose through her, the quill slipping out of her hand. As she stood up, her vision went sideways. Moongeist began to whine, prodding at her hand with his wet nose.

This wasn’t normal– to be frank, nothing about her usual illnesses was normal. But this was different. She was numb in her extremities, shots of ice spreading through her fingers and toes. It felt like being caught beyond the wall in the maw of an ice dragon, rime-wrought teeth burying into her skin. Moongeist was growling suddenly, snarling and snapping his jaws. She hadn’t heard him so upset in so long, nary ever.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell! There’s a damn wolf in here!” an unfamiliar voice boomed.

Who is that? What is happening? Shera clutched the fabric of the chaise as she attempted to right herself, to right her mind and rid it of the cacophony of butterflies that were making a host in her ears.

“‘Course there is, damn rogue wouldn’t mention it! Stave ‘em off while I grab the girl.” another voice responded.

Please don’t. Please don’t touch me. Moongeist snarled, she heard, his body barrelling toward one of the intruders, knocking over furniture in his way. The wolf was a force to be reckoned with, sizing up to the burglar’s height with ease, over six feet when standing on his hind legs.

The former man’s voice wailed, his scream bloodcurdling, followed by a sickly crunch. “Fuck! Fuck! My fuckin’ fingers!”

Strong and careless arms hoisted Shera up, her vision still spinning. “S-St… stop… stop,” she whimpered, her limbs feeling like jelly. She tried to wrestle out of his grasp– he smelled terrible. Twisting her body as much as she could, she wriggled against him.

“Shut up, shut up,” he grunted, looking around the room as Moongeist mauled his companion.

He tore out a chunk of flesh from his arm, then silenced him by ripping out his throat. The first intruder gave a sickly gurgling noise before he went still.

The man holding Shera bolted towards the opening behind the bookcase.

“A-Ae-,” Shera rose her voice, trying her damndest to yell, to scream. Her consciousness faded like a failsafe, her voice cut off by a sharp hit to her throat. It felt like a steel ball ripping through her, her voice going dead and falling from her tongue like vomit.

She felt blood in her mouth, flesh in her teeth. She needed the violence, the rage–

I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll rip you apart, you fucking craven.

She slipped into Moongeist’s being with ease, with urgency, jaws snapping as they whipped around, seeing her corporeal body being taken away.

No, no, no!

They howled, lamenting.

NO!

Their paws moved fast, chest heaving, lungs ballooning and deflating– so close, so close.

The bookshelf closed in their face. They howled again, their song filled with anguish. Their nails scratched against the wood, tearing books apart and splinters embedding into their paws. The physical pain was nothing– nothing compared to the tether between lady and wolf wavering. It flitted across the breeze, pulled taut, taut, taut.

Lost.

Taken.

Stolen.

SNAP.

The cord was severed. She was back in her own body again. Her nose was bleeding. She couldn’t speak. She was well and truly silenced now.

Her vision went dark again as she heard the distant sound of seagulls.

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