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fratboy!harry x you

hi hi! its been awhile. finally finished this after 3834273 weeks it feels like. its also my first reader fic so....hope you like it HAHAHA.... :)

the one where your friends introduce you to Harry, you go on a trip and things get interesting. featuring a lake house, hiking, and a cherry sucker.

wc: 5.8k

tw: smut 18+, spanking, choking, light dom!harry dynamic, brief clit slapping, brief face slapping, lil bit of cum play, size kink, breeding kink if you squint. idk if i missed anything but as always let me know if i did :)

cherry sucker

Finding solace in the chirping birds and chattering on the street that could be heard from your open window, you stood in front of your closet, clad in a little white tank and baby blue undies, preparing your bag for a camping trip you and your friends had planned. Spring semester has concluded and this trip will commemorate the start of summer vacation. You daydream about the sun glistening off the ripples of the lake water, the smell of the grass wafting in the wind as the sun warms the earth while you pack your bag. 

While you were excited for summer, you wanted to get a head start on your reading for fall semester. You had a textbook or two in the bottom of your bag—poli sci books, because you had heard the professor was relentless with his lesson plan and you wanted to go in with no surprises. You hear the faintest footsteps down stairs, growing louder the closer they drew up the stairs. Your door swings open and Faye strides through, red hair flowing behind her at the pace she was walking. She comes up behind you, smacking your ass making you yelp. 

“Faye!” You squeal, clutching the cheek that was now turning red with your best friend's hand print. 

“I’m so envious of your ass, I just had to.” She falls backwards on your bed, arms sprawling beside her. “It’s just so tempting.” She giggles and you turn back to your closet.

“I’m so glad we actually have time to see each other now that classes are over. School’s been so busy I feel like all I’ve done is sleep and go to class.” 

“Is that why you have a fucking textbook in your bag?” Faye raises her eyebrow at your duffle and picks one up. “Russian socioeconomic structure? What even is this?” 

“It’s for Professor Sykes. I’ve heard he's brutal and I want to be prepared.” 

“You are not bringing this. You have a whole summer ahead of you to study.” Faye scoffs, pausing for a moment. “If you bring this book on this trip I’ll throw it in the lake myself.” 

“Then you’ll owe me $200. Besides, what if I get bored?” You cross your arms over your chest and Faye looks at you like you’ve grown another head. 

“There’s a lake! A lake!” She throws her hands up in the air, laughing at your determination. You bend down, opening your drawer and pulling out a skimpy yellow bikini to throw in your bag. “By the way, Josh is bringing a friend. His name’s Harry…Styles I think. Do you know him?” You shake your head. 

“Know of him, don’t know him though.” 

“Oh. Well he’s single…and kind of hot.” Faye giggles and you shake her head again.

“No thanks. I’m not really into the dating scene right now.” 

“No one said anything about dating. Just maybe for a little…fun.” This time, it’s your turn to look at Faye like she’s the one who’s grown another head. “Fine. If you don’t want to…maybe he’ll be our third.” She wiggles her eyebrows and you widen your eyes in horror at her suggestion of asking Harry to join her and her boyfriend in their sexual endeavors. 

Before you can get another thought in, heavy footsteps clamber up the stairs and it’s Josh, Harry in tow with a backpack slung over his shoulder and suddenly your room feels very small. Josh flicks his eyes to you, smiling and sitting next to Faye on your bed. 

“Pauly and Alex are on their way. We’re putting all the shit in their car and you guys are gonna ride with us.” He says, gesturing his finger between the two of you and you nod. The window open brings a warm breeze into the room, blowing your sketchbook pages until it lands on one with a drawing of a man. 

Not just any man…it was your ex. Your eyes flick to everyone and you rush over to shut it before anyone can catch it. It was an old drawing, and a hobby you hadn’t picked back up since things ended and you really didn’t feel like rehashing the breakup with Faye. Faye wasn’t the biggest fan of him, and for good reason after he cheated on you with the TA in one of his classes last semester. 

Harry stands in the doorway, chewing gum between his molars, his jaw flexing and glances around your room—the bedroom of a girl whom he’d never met, and it felt very personal…like he was getting a peak into who you were as a person. An overflowing bookshelf, handmade drawings stuck to a corkboard on the wall over the desk. Faye and Josh were talking in hushed whispers and he tilted his head to the side as he had the perfect view of your ass as you were turned around and facing your desk. He smirks at the red hand mark left there, and he could feel his cock twitching in his pants at the thoughts running through his head. He drops his gaze as you turn back around to walk towards your closet again. His eyes meet yours and you smile, a greeting showing you were just being nice, and he wonders if you always walk around half dressed in front of strangers. He clears his throat.

“Sykes next semester?” He asks, voice with a hint of an accent you weren’t expecting and you nod. 

“How’d you know?” He gestures his elbow towards your bag, the textbook on top of your clothes and your mouth forms and “O” and you nod.

“He teaches that entire fucking book every year. It’s such a snooze fest.” He pauses. “Do you like Russian literature?” You nod again, gesturing to your bookshelf filled with classics and fantasy and romance. You had a few authors on the shelf, but not as many as you would like. He brings his backpack around to his side, unzipping and reaching in. He pulls out a tattered book, crinkles in the cover and the corners turning up, all characteristics of a well loved piece and hands it to you. “Read this instead. A lot more interesting.” He smirks and your gaze drops to the words on the cover. A collection of poems by Anna Akhmatova. In the short conversation you were having you didn’t realize that you had been left alone with him. He smiles, a sly grin spreading on his lips almost like he knew he was about to be a menace. 

“By the way, blue looks good on you.” He flicks his gaze down before meeting your eyes again. You feel your cheeks burning instantly as he walks out the door laughing to himself as he stumbles his way down the stairs, leaving you to finish packing alone.

The car ride to the cabin had everyone buzzing with anticipation. Faye had called shotgun, and you and Harry shared a look when she did. He smirked and you looked away and quickly climbed into the backseat. The entire ride you were consumed with a nervous energy that you couldn’t quite place. Harry had his hand splayed out on the seat beside you and when he leaned forward to talk to Josh, the tip of his pinky barely brushed your skin and you tried not to think about it too hard for the rest of the ride over.

It took no time for you to clamber out of the car and claim your room inside for the weekend. Tossing your bag onto the floor by the door, you flopped down on the fluffy mattress holding the book Harry lent you to your chest. You were fiddling with the cover when Faye waltzed in and leaned against the foot of the bed. 

“Get up. We’re going on a hike.” She said giddy with excitement and you cocked your eyebrow at her. 

“Think I’ll pass.” 

“Not an option. Everyone else is going.” She crosses her arms and leans on the doorframe. 

“I didn’t bring shoes for a hike.” You half laugh at her with a shake of your head and she narrows her eyes. 

“You can wear a pair of mine. Let’s go.” Faye gestures and you groan, tossing the book back onto the bed with a soft thud against the duvet. You pad down the hallway after her, slumped over feigning protest like a toddler and she hands you a pair of her sneakers once you reach her room. Slipping them on, you plait your hair behind your head quickly and messily as you find your way to the foyer where everyone is gathered and waiting to leave. None of them look thrilled either as they follow Faye out the door to the path behind the house.

The June sun was high in the sky and the only reprieve you were able to get from the heat was the occasional shade of the trees along the path. You and Harry had fallen behind, the rest of the group up ahead and through heavy breaths you would sneak glances from the corner of your eye as the sun glistened off the light sheen of sweat coating his shoulders and his chest. He had popped a cherry sucker in his mouth not long ago and you watched as he moved it from one cheek to the other with his tongue and caught your mind wandering to what his tongue might feel like running along the expanse of your skin. You walk in silence, hands brushing slightly from the uneven terrain and you want to apologize for repeatedly bumping him but you don’t. 

“Does she always make you do shit like this?” He huffs from behind you, stepping over a fallen limb.

“Unfortunately.” You grumble back, trying not to roll your ankle stepping over rocks bigger than the palm of your hand. 

Even though this hike was the last thing Harry wanted to be doing, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed your company, though little conversation had been exchanged since the moment in your room. His eyes trailed over your body, noticing the bead of sweat rolling down your chest and his tongue darts out over his lips, wanting nothing more than to trail his tongue down the same path. He watched the way your thighs flexed as you stepped over limbs and branches and he thought about them wrapped around his waist, driving into you over and over while your fingers leave marks over his torso. He pulls his shirt over his head, unable to take the heat of the afternoon any longer and he tucks it into the waistband of his shorts. He’s noticed you watching him too, stealing glances out of the corner of your eye and biting your teeth into the pillowy flesh of your bottom lip. He’s convinced that he could do anything and you’d melt into the palm of his hand, so desperate to please him and be good for him. He smirks to himself as you divert your eyes ahead, away from his now bare torso and towards the ground. 

He looks at you briefly before his eyes flick ahead, and you don’t know that he’s judging how long it would take for your friends to notice if he pulled you out of sight for a moment.  He decides it’s worth the risk, lightly grabbing your arm and pulling you behind a nearby tree. You feel the bark against your back as he cages your head between his arms and you look up at him with wide eyes. All you can hear is the pounding of your heart against your ribcage at his close proximity. 

So close you can smell the cherry on his breath, hear the faint sound as the confection clatters against his teeth. Your eyes focus on the white stick poking from between his lips and he watches you. His hands dig into the roughness of the oak and his chest pressed against yours. Suddenly the heat of the afternoon feels suffocating. He brings his own hand to his mouth, plucking the stick from between his teeth and the sticky residue touches your lips. Upon instinct, your tongue darts out to collect, catching the sweetness and savoring it for a moment. 

“Open.” His voice is low and gravelly, and for some reason you find yourself obeying his command before you can even think too hard about it. Your lips part and you stick out your tongue in anticipation, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you and he hums. “Can y’hold this for me, puppy?” 

A heat swirls in your core, and without noticing your thighs clench together and a whine escapes your throat as you nod. Harry places the sweet candy on your tongue and your lips wrap around the stick slick from his own salivation. “Good girl.” He mutters, stepping away and creating space between the two of you. You snap out of the trance you seemingly had fallen into and scurry away, catching up to your friends and leaving him laughing behind you. 

Nightfall comes before you have a chance to think about it. You had taken a quick nap after you returned from the hike and it was much needed, considering your mind was going haywire and you just needed a break from your thoughts drifting to Harry. It was quiet out here, you and Harry the only ones left sitting next to the fire Josh and Pauly had started a couple of hours ago. You were huddled up under a blanket, the air blowing off the lake making it feel colder than it actually was. Frogs were humming by the water and the crickets were chirping in the grass, the sounds of nature around you made you feel calm. You had the book Harry had loaned you resting against your thigh as you read the prose on the weathered pages. Harry had his head leaned back, fingers weaved together on his chest with his eyes closed. Occasionally you would peek over at him and he seemed tranquil. You weren’t sure why he was still here with you, but maybe he was just enjoying the fire like you were. You had purposely avoided him after the incident on the hike, the memory still causing an arousal to pool beneath the denim of your shorts and you tried like hell to push it from your mind.

“Let’s swim.” He states, pulling you from your thoughts. You raised your brow at him, a quizzical look. 

“I’ll pass.” You blow out a laugh and he turns his head towards you then. 

“Why? Faye and Josh are off somewhere, probably fucking, and Pauly and Alex are doing bong rips inside. Not really a fan of that…they're incessantly annoying when they’re high. So let’s go swim.” He says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders as if it was the most sound choice of activity for this time of night.

“It’s cold, and I’m actually enjoying this book of poems you lent me.” You tell him, and because you’re not looking at him at that second you don’t see the way the corner of his mouth twitches into a half smile. 

“Anna Akhmatova is interesting. But you have all weekend to read it.” He turns to face you then, you catch the movement out of your peripheral.

“I also have all weekend to swim.” You tease him. He’s silent for a moment and you turn the page to read the next poem. He shifts in his seat. 

“Alright. I didn’t want it to have to come to this…” He says, sighing. He stands, making his way over to you. Before you can process what he’s doing, he snatches the book and throws it onto a neighboring chair. In one swift movement, he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks towards the dock. You thrash and kick but it’s no use, not when he’s stronger than you’ll ever be. 

“Harry! Put me down!” You exclaim, laughing in the process and you feel his chest against your thighs. He doesn’t respond. “Okay! I surrender. I’ll swim with you. Please just don’t throw me in.” You try to reason with him and he stops, pausing his movements and taking in your words. He plants your feet on the weathered wood, and you look up at him with narrowed eyes as he smiles down at you, a crooked grin that had your knees feeling weak. “That wasn’t funny. I don’t have a swim suit on either.” 

“I guess that gives us a perfect excuse to go skinny dipping then.” He states as if there’s nothing wrong with that scenario. 

“Respectfully, no. I’ll swim in my clothes.” You counter back.

“Sweet girl, it’s nothing you or I haven’t seen before. Be mature.” He teases and you want to laugh, but you cross your arms over your chest, instinctively making yourself smaller. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of his shorts before looking back at you, noticing your hesitation and he stops. “We really don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He puts his hands on your arms, and you shake your head, looking out at the ripples on the surface lit by the moon. 

“No it’s—I’m not—it’s fine. I want to. I just haven’t really taken my clothes off in front of a guy in—since…” You pause, collecting your thoughts before looking up at him. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t know why I’m being this way. I think I’m just nervous.” 

“You don’t have to feel that way around me. Promise.” He smiles and turns back around, pushing his shorts down so you have a view of his bare ass. Your cheeks redden as you avert your gaze elsewhere, and he jumps into the water with a splash. You can’t see him, not until he pokes his head back up and shakes the water from his hair. “It feels great.” He covers his eyes with his hands. “I won’t look if you don’t want me to. Not until you’re in the water.” He says and you nod, and then realizing he can’t see you clear your throat. 

“Okay.” Your voice feels small. Hesitantly you unbutton your shorts, sliding them down along with your underwear and pulling the sweatshirt over your head leaving you bare and exposed, and you hoped and prayed that Alex and Pauly weren’t watching out the window. You drop it to the dock, your clothes and his making separate piles, taking a step towards the edge and looking down into the water. Here goes nothing, you say to yourself and leap in. And he was right, it really did feel great. It envelopes around you as you swim upwards and breach the surface, wiping your eyes and opening them. He’s there in front of you, a smile plastered on his face. 

“See, s’not so bad, right?” He asks and you shake your head again as you tread the water. And you both stay like that for a while, swimming and floating. He floats on his back and you try a little too hard to not let your gaze travel south, focusing on his face and how content he looks with his eyes closed. You’re too busy staring at the tattoos littering his torso when he says something you don’t quite catch.  

“Hm?” Your gaze flits back to his face and he’s smiling. 

“I said,"Do you like what you see?” He laughs and you can feel your cheeks redden because he caught you staring at him. 

“I’m sorry.” You apologize sheepishly and he swims over to you, closing the distance and you bite back a grin at the close proximity. 

“Don’t need to apologize, sweet girl.” He says, his voice low and he brings his hand up to thumb over your lips, parting them before his thumb runs over your cheek. “Be lying if I said I haven’t been staring at you all night.” He confesses and you think if you were nervous before, then you’re not sure what you’re feeling right now. It feels like a stampede of elephants is running through your belly as he runs the backs of his fingers across your cheek. You decide to just rip the bandaid off and go for it. Your hands find his face and you crash your lips to his, and he’s taken off guard but the next second his hands dip under the water and he pulls you into him, the warmth of your bodies melding together underneath the surface. Upon instinct, your legs wrap around his waist as you push your chest into him, causing him to tighten his grip on your waist, dimpling the skin beneath his fingertips. 

It was almost like neither of you needed to speak, once the kiss had broken you both swam fervently towards the dock. He hoists you up by your waist, quickly dressing just to go inside and get undressed again. He pulls you by your hand towards the cabin, and you say a silent prayer that your friends who were in here made their way outside. 

By the grace of some higher power, the house was empty and the air inside was cold and smelled of the aftershocks of bong rips and a half smoked joint. Harry pulled you down the hall, into his room, and shut the door behind him with a click of the lock. 

He smirks and he pushes you down into the bed, hair wet and sticking to the skin of your neck. He crawls over you after pulling your shorts off and throwing them somewhere across the room, slotting a knee between your thighs and instinctively you grind against him, gripping onto his biceps. He hooks a finger in the waistband of your panties and slides them down your thighs in one swift move, and you kick them the rest of the way off in anticipation.

“Been thinking about taking those off since I saw you prancing around your room in them this morning.” His voice drops an octave as he ghosts the tip of his nose along your cheek , tracing the outline of your jaw as you desperately move your hips seeking for any friction it would give you.  He pulls back, looking over your features and you can see his pupils blown from his own pleasure. 

“Look at you.” He coos, clicking his tongue behind his teeth. “Taking before I can even give anything to you, so selfish.” He purrs, and somehow the tone of it makes you stop, halting the movement of your hips. 

“No. Go ahead, angel. Wanna watch you get yourself off just from riding my thigh. Need it so bad, can’t even help yourself.” He coos, but his tone is condescending and you almost question him. He raises a brow, running a thumb over your cheek delicately. The harsh tone of his voice and the softness of his touch playing mind games with you. “Do it. Be a good girl.” He encourages you, and you feel like it’s a trap. 

“N-no. Want whatever you wanna give me. I’m sorry. Won’t happen again.” You pout your lower lip out and he thumbs over it, pulling it down before it bounces back into place. You like that he takes initiative, being dominant over you like it comes so easily for him. He can see the wheels in your mind turning and he cocks his head to the side. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. Just never done this before. Never had someone be…” You trail off, but he nods like he already knew what you were going to say. 

“I see. Sweet girl’s never had someone take control over her?” You shake your head. He rolls his lip between his teeth, eyes flittering around your face. “But you crave it, don’t you? Just wanna be a cock-drunk little slut? Wanna have someone filling you, telling you what to do?” His words penetrate your brain and your eyes flutter closed. “Answer me. Is that what you want?” He demands and you nod, faster than you ever have and he flashes his pretty smile at you. 

“Yes. Please.” Finding your voice, begging him. He shifts, pressing his thigh into your center and a whimper falls from your lips, the heat growing between your thighs. 

“Go.” He leans down, pressing his lips to your pulse point and trailing kisses down your collar bone. Slowly, your hips begin to move and you’re almost embarrassed at your arousal coating his skin, glistening in the soft glow of the lamp. You push the thoughts away, focusing on your pleasure as you feel his hardening length against your thigh, pressing into you. You reach down, palming him through the material before he grabs your wrist and pins it above your head. “Didn’t tell you you could touch.” He mumbles against your skin and you whine in protest. Your hips move faster now, and you’re so close. Just as you’re about to tip over the edge, he pulls away and your lungs deflate, a breath being taken away from you. He stands over you, pushing his shorts down and your eyes widen at the sight of him. You want to reach out and grab him, pump his cock with your hand but you refrain. He leans over you again, planting kisses down your chest and dipping in the valley between your tits, his nose ghosting over your skin. 

“Want you to tell me red if you wanna stop, okay? Green if you wanna keep going. Got it?” He asks and you nod. He peeks up at you through his lashes and cocks his brow. “Words, puppy. Can’t hear a nod or a shake.”

“Yes. I’m—yes. Got it” You’re breathless with your answer. He peppers small kisses over your navel, gripping your hips between his fingers as his head dips lower, kissing the insides of both thighs, trailing his tongue over your skin and purposely skipping over your weeping hole just to make you squirm under his grip. He parts you open then, collecting your arousal on his tongue and the wicked sensation makes your back arch from the bed, pushing your core closer to him and he forces you back down. 

“Uh-uh. Stay still or I’ll stop.” He mumbles, and a whine bubbles in your throat. He laps lazily st your core, circling and flattening his tongue over your clit as you try your hardest to keep your hips still. His fingers dimple your skin, digging into the muscle underneath. He knew he was gripping hard enough to leave small bruises in the shape of his fingertips, and he wanted to. Wanted you to remember his head between your thighs as you shattered just from the flick of his tongue against your sensitive bud. You’re a mess of moans and panting his name over and over. He pulls your clit between his teeth and your hips jolt upwards and he pushes you back down to the mattress. He pulls away, and your chest heaves at the loss of contact but a cry escapes your throat when he lands a light smack to your center, and the pain morphes into pleasure as tears well up in your eyes at the sting.

“Told you to stay still. Can’t follow simple directions, angel?” 

“M’s—sorry.” You gasp and he glances up at you, noticing your wet lashes and he props himself up on his elbows. 

“What's your color, sweet girl?” His tone is gentle, planting a soft kiss to the top of your thigh and peeking up at you from under his lashes.

“Green.” You answer eagerly and he smiles against your skin, crawling back up to level with your eyes. His lips find yours and you open, allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth against your own, the room around you melting away. It’s slow, sensual and full of desire. He doesn’t pull away as he lines himself up with you, the tip of his cock teasing your aching hole and you move your hips trying like hell to get him further inside. 

“So needy.” He mumbles against your lips and pulls your bottom one between his teeth, nipping gently. He pushes into you slowly, your mouth dropping open as he lays his forehead against your collarbone. “So tight, sweet girl. I don’t think m’gonna fit.” He pushes into you further, teeth marking your skin as he groans against your skin and you whine at the sting of him stretching you. 

“Fuck, Harry.” You whimper, he cages your head between his hands, holding himself up as his biceps flex and extend, the sinewy tissue underneath his skin prominent. He looks down between your bodies, where he's halfway sheathed inside your pussy and he chuckles, a breathy laugh that morphs into a sigh. 

“Pretty little pussy looks so pitiful like this. Can’t do it, puppy.” He pants, and you know somewhere in the back of your mind that he’s just playing a part, but it doesn’t stop the cry that escape from your throat as you beg him to fuck you. 

“Please, Harry. Need you. Want you so much. Can take it, promise. Please.” You look up at him with wide eyes and he admires you for a moment, taking in the pout playing on your pretty mouth that he just wants to kiss away, the tears welling in your eyes that he’ll wipe away if they fall. The need in your voice letting him know you’d do anything he asks of you in this moment. 

“Alright, I’ll give it to you. Gonna go slow til you’re all stretched out f’me.” He palms your thighs, hiking them around his waist and continues to fill you, your head lulling to the side as your eyes flutter closed and your jaw falls slack when he reaches to the hilt, balls resting against your ass as his head falls back. “So fucking good, angel. Look at me, wanna see those pretty eyes.” 

So you listen, do the best you can to force your eyes open as he starts to rock his hips into you, pulling out to the tip before filling you up again and again. He hikes your leg over his shoulder, kissing down your calf as he sets his rhythm, going deeper from this angle. His eyes never leave yours as he groans and nibbles on your skin, peppering small bites and then soothing with his tongue. He hits the right spot every time, and when your eyes finally betray you and fall closed, you feel a smack land on your cheek. Not hard, but just enough to sting and you whimper. 

“Thought you were a good girl.” He says through gritted teeth and he drives into you harder. 

“I-I am. Want to be good for you.” He grunts at your response, he pulls out and flips you over before pulling your ass up in the air so you sit on your knees with your face down in the mattress. He palms your ass, landing a smack to your cheek. He rubs over the spot gently, soothing as you push closer into his touch and he's climbing behind you, lining up and pushing back in and it feels even better from this angle. Hitting every spot just right and you swear you see stars. He reaches around you, pushing on your tummy just under your navel and wraps his other hand around your throat lightly, pulling you up. 

Your back is flush with his chest, skin sticking together from the light sheen of sweat coating both your bodies. One hand squeezing the sides of your neck and the other pressing still on your belly and he nips at your ear.

“Can feel me all the way in your tummy, can’t you? This is what you like right? Nobody’s ever had you like this have they?” He whispers and you shake your head. His hand finds yours and he brings it back to the spot just below your belly button. “Feel that? Feel me so deep in this pretty pussy. Gonna get you all full of me, fill you with my babies.” He grits and squeezes your neck a little harder, the corners of your vision darkening before he lets go and you take in a full breath, feeling high on him…and he’s all you know. His words, his hands roaming your body and his cock stretching you. 

“Harry, I’m so close.” You breathe out and he grunts, lips ghosting over your shoulder blade. 

“I know…can feel you squeezing my cock so tight angel. C’mon. Cum for me.” He encourages you and you shatter around him, pussy pulsing around him bringing him to his own release as he paints inside you. He wastes no time pulling out and you topple over from your legs feeling weak and he dips down behind you. You feel him dripping out of your hole, and his fingers spread you open. Pushing one inside with no warning, he fucks his cum back inside of you with his fingers and you hum, unable to make any other noise and he chuckles behind you.

“Like being filled like this? Look so pretty full of me, dripping out of you. Never gonna forget it.” He mutters, planting a kiss on the small of your back before standing. Finding the energy to roll over, he offers his fingers to you and you take them between your lips and taste the mix of both of you on his fingers. He curses under his breath at the sight of you, feeling his cock twitching back to life and he pulls them away to stop himself thinking about fucking you again and again.

You slept in his bed that night.

The weekend ended all too quickly, and you were half asleep in the back seat of Josh’s car with your head resting on the window, holding Harry’s book on your thighs and fiddling wither cover, something you had become accustomed to as you read the prose on the pages or when you closed in while engaging in conversation. Truthfully, you didn’t know if you’d see him in that capacity again after this weekend and didn’t know if you wanted to go back to being strangers that passed each other in the economics building on campus. 

Josh pulled up to the house you and Faye shared, and Harry follows you out of the car. He retrieves your bag from Pauly’s car for you, carrying it up to your room and putting it down on your bed. You almost felt like you were having deja vu, the scene similar to one from Thursday afternoon, except this time you weren’t half naked in front of him and he wasn’t just a stranger in your room anymore. You look around, then to the floor before meeting his eyes and he smirks as he leans against your doorframe. 

“Here.” You hand him the book but he puts his hands up, shaking his head.

“Keep it.” He says, and you almost refuse but accept it anyway. He bites the inside of his cheek, shifting his weight and shoving his hands in his pockets. He steps closer, brushing your hair behind your ear as you look up at him. “Don’t be a stranger, angel.” 

“I won’t be.”

He leaves you there, standing in the middle of the room with his book clutched to your chest with a cheesy grin plastered on your face.

And you knew it wouldn't be the last time you saw Harry Styles.

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Can I request a Poly!Lost Boys where the boys realize the reader is their mate and trying to gain their attention hoping the reader would pick them first? If that makes any sense?

Yes! Sorry this is so late, its a little longer than I was expecting it to be but I hope you like it :)

Paul sniffed the air mid ride, hair still billowing behind him as he slowed down, leaving his brothers to pass by as he tilted his bike towards the front of a backway he hadn’t seen in a while.

Something had caught his nose. 

A scent he hasn’t smelt before, and trust me this man had sniffed around Santa Carla from one end to the other, even in the places Max had attempted to prohibit them from entering in the past.

But this was new new. 

And as though the scent was made of magic he had begun turning, twisting the bike with him until he was heading down the passage and leaving his packmates to watch on in confusion before turning back to match his route. 

“Where you goin’ Paulie?!” Markos voice fought to reach over the loud echo of their engines through the route Paul was taking them down, the curl-haired blonde barely able see through the thick smog their bikes were racking up from the speed.

Paul ignored him, ears zoned out as his nose sent him in the right direction, nothing mattered more to him right now than finding that intoxicating smell.

–

A mere two miles away was the source of said smell.

The source of said smell was also in the middle of chowing down on some chili fries, with no thoughts in their head beyond the delicious - and albeit slightly overpriced - meal they had treated themself to after a solid seven hour work day with no break to eat.

“Wow, I’ve never seen someone eat that with just their hands before”

You paused your feast to glower at the attendant, who was also unfortunately your best friend, accepting the bundle of tissues she was holding out to you in moderate disgust.

“Thanks ‘chelle,” you mumbled between wiping the sides of your mouth, tossing away the tissues and turning to face her, there were no other customers at this time of night which made “decompressing” with Chelle so much easier, “you know, its your lovely southern charm that attracts people to you, the way you say words with such unyielding bluntness really shows off what a delight you are under all that hairspray.”

Michelle beamed at you, refusing to accept the sarcasm in your tone, it was loving enough anyway in her eyes.

“Speaking of-” her ears picked up the sound of approaching bikes before yours did, her wide eyes looking over you as her fingers tapped with excitement, “wonder who its gonna be tonight.”

The bikers were normally pretty okay by Santa Carla standards, as apposed to the groups that lived on the beach and acted all uppity.

No. The bikers were nice, at least from what Michelle had told you, in all your time in Santa Carla you had avoided the tourist heavy areas at night. You see Santa Carla was burdened with a “missing person” problem and it had led to your parents being too scared to let you out of the house after dark, even now being well into your thirties and you hadn’t told them that you happily went out into the night as and when you liked.

Your eyes never left your friend even as she kept sneaking glances towards the group who were slowing down behind you, their thunder dwindling as they curled round to the small corner of the lot Michelle’s food stand was situated.

“Hey do you think your boss will let you take a week off?” Chelle only hummed in response, leaning forward to rest her chin on the counter, eyes twinkling the same way they did when she took you to a dessert bar last weekend, “we could go up north a bit and-”

You snapped your fingers in front of her when her eyes moved completely away from you, “ ‘chell- Michell!” 

She jumped, grabbing your fingers, “hush for a minute.”

You watched with a pout as she walked away to the cash register where one of the bikers was waiting, his dozy blue eyes holding your gaze as long as he could before Michelle got sick of him and raised her voice to get his attention.

Glancing behind him you could see three others heading towards him, assuming it was the other bikers who had been riding with him you didn’t think much of it. Not until one of them walked past where Michelle was stood to stand infront of you.

“Hey.”

Wow, real interesting. You rolled your eyes, sending a look to Michelle, a subtle plea for help. Her smile only grew bigger as she watched out of the corner of her eye.

“You seem new, are you new?” He tried again.

He was hot, you’d give him that. And his voice, lord, there was no saving you.

After a solid minute of Dwayne staring at you with no response, David finally came to his aid.

“Well if you’re not new are you old?”

You scowled at that, looking up into another pair of alluring blue eyes, “so what if I am? We all get old someday, and technically everyones old to someone, so, yeah.”

Your voice drew quieter by the end, cheeks burning as awkward air settled in your throat. 

“Well you are certainly new to us,” Davids eyes grew darker as he took you in, your scent was truly something but it did nothing to explain just how exquisite you were in person, even standing this close to you was testing his control, “I’m David, and this is Dwayne.”

David. Dwayne. 

You’d never heard of them before, the bikers round here didn’t usually go by their own names, there were the cobras, the mountain riders and the lost boys. And the only ones you sorta knew were the mountain riders, and that was because their shop was right by your work.

“Cool, great names,” You fought to keep your cool, arms crossing in front of you comfortingly. David motioned his hand towards you, a silent question, “oh me- I’m Nik.”

David nodded, hearing the rest of his pack come up behind them. “And here are the rest of us, Paul,” he pointed to the man who had stared at you from the beginning, “and Marko,” then to the other blonde, the one with short curly hair who twinkled his fingers at you.

They were cute, all of them.

“Hi, I’m Nikki, or Nik I don’t mind.”

Michelle who had been watching between preparing their food took a free moment, coming over to where the five of you stood with a rather unnerving smile, “you know, Nikki’s free all night, you know, if you felt like dragging them out a bit.”

David caught you before you could stop her, turning to your friend with an equally evil grin, though his made your skin crawl a little. “Well if you insist, why dont we take them out, give them a ride?”

Pauls eyes shone brighter at the notion, taking the chance to offer his hand in invitation, “I ride best, much better than these clowns.”

This was it. This is how you die. 

When you raised your hands to say no Paul merely took one in his own, taking it as your acceptance of his proposition. Meanwhile you could only think of how your parents fears of the darkness was completely valid, hopefully when they had to make missing posters for you they’d use a photo less than three years old.

Marko threw an arm over your shoulders as Paul walked you to their bikes, his cool palm squeezing your shoulder, “oh this’ll be fun doll, Paul knows all the shortcuts.”

“Shortcuts? Shortcuts to what?” Shortcuts?! Shortcuts indicates a destination. You turned your head, barely able to see Michelle from how far from how poorly lit this area of the lot was, but you were sure if you saw her she would have that usual smug look on her face.

There was nothing you could do now, it was four versus one and you barely remembered anything from the self defence classes you took in college, or any of the tips your parents tried to pass on.

Paul walked you to the middle of the row, presenting his bike to you proudly and climbing on so you could get behind him. When your arms wrapped around his middle you felt him tense, worried you had squeezed too tight you let go a little only for Paul to place a hand over your own and pull it back.

David turned to face you, his eyes glowing far too bright to be natural, “you ready sugar?”

-

They had been riding around for much longer than you liked, and you had learnt pretty quickly that Paul was one of the worst of them all. And more than once you had stared longingly at Dwaynes bike as you saw him doing his best to avoid the dips in the dirt roads they had headed down.

Currently you were heading through a small patch of forest that sat along the coastline, the further you went the stronger your anxiety grew, you had barely been to this part of town during the day and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to find your way home when it was this dark.

Paul pulled to a stop at a lower part of the cliffs right by an old staircase that looked one bad storm away from toppling over, his bike kicking up all of the sand that had been carried up by strong winds that made you shiver as they blew past you.

Watching this David saw it as a chance to woo you a little, so he slid off his long trenchcoat leaving him in just a jacket and sweater so he could place it over your shoulders. “Come on, we’ll show you the best place in town, wont we boys?”

Marko and Dwayne whooped at his words, walking ahead as Paul sulked behind as David wrapped an arm around you, seeing you in no position to complain as the coat warmed you up.

They brought you down to their nest, to you it seemed more like a deathtrap but for them it was a safety net that protected them best in this world. Even their old sire Max couldn’t track them when they went far enough into the cave system.

David kept a hold of you until you were safely in the main cave, leaving you in his trench coat as he moved away to sit in his chair.

You didn’t miss Daivid’s hand brushing across your side as he left you, his eyes meeting your own with a warm look before he settled into an old armchair that was set beside an old fountain. The more you looked the more you realised that this looked less like a cave and more like some ruins from before the war, even the posters that were scattered across different parts of the cave were at least thirty years old. Maybe someone lived here before…

Marko saw his chance and took it, taking a seat on one of the couches and offering it to you. When he noticed your hesitation he gave your mind a small nudge, sending David a smug look when you came to sit beside him.

David didn’t care, he could work your mind better than anyone, and since you still had his coat on he knew Marko was struggling to smell you through him.

“So you’re new, but not new?” Marko toyed with your hair, purring at the smell of blood rushing to your cheeks.

You shook your head, “not new, in any way, I’ve been here awhile.”

He frowned, “awhile?”

“Mhmm, goin on over three decades now.” 

Marko froze, as did Dwayne who was coming to sit on the other side of you. If you had been here this long how had they missed you?

“So you just been in your house all this time?” Hot air brushed over your ear in a way that made you shiver, “never goin out, Santa Carla’s a night town you know.”

Yeah, you knew.

“My parents didn’t really like the busy parts of town, guess they rubbed off on me…” You shifted awkwardly as you felt four pairs of eyes burning into you with curiosity, it was hard to be someone who was both not from the suburbs who hadn’t also been to the boardwalk at least once in their life.

“Well, how about it then,” David stood, the chair creaking under his weight as he jumped up, climbing up on the fountain he began to prowl with his hands behind his back, “since you’re new to well, Santa Carla nightlife and we are connoisseurs of sorts, how about we show you round- teach you the best places to go.”

You met his eye as he stopped in front of you, “will you take me home after?”

He smiled, nodding, “yes, under one condition.”

“Yes..?” You were dreading this, next thing you know they’re asking for a spare kidney to cover the trip home and then-

“Pick who you want to go with first.”

You froze. "What?"

David's grin grew, like a wolf to a lamb he leaned forward with a sinister look in his eye, "you choose, newbies choice."

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[faghubby]

mother in law

I had met Teresa, Terry in our junior year of collage. I was a loner had no real friends. I worked alot paying my own way thru school. Terry was the opposite. She was popular,on a free ride. Terry approached me one day. She just walked up introducedherself and asked me on a date. I couldn't believe it. Actually she didn't ask just kind of told me. She picked me up, I had no car. She picked a nice restaurant I knew I could not afford but she told me not to worry about it. She dropped me off and walked me to my door. And kissed me goodnight. Our whole relationship seemed to be backwards. Terry was definitely in control. But I was om with that. Fast forward a year.

Terry was down on one knee she presented me with a ring.

"Paulie, will you marry me" she asked. Stunned but not surprised she asked me.i said yes. She slid the ring on my finger.

"I am suppose to give you a ring" I said shuffing my feet.

"Don't be silly, we have never been traditional" she kissed me. We then had sex, well kinda. We never had actually sex. Lots of oral, petting, anything other then penatration. She wanted to wait till we were married. I had only had sex once. In high school. With a girl that like me wanted to just have sex at least once before we graduated. It wasn't memorable. But Terry would keep me on edge for hours sometimes days.

After that I took her home to meet my mom. Mom loved Terry and was happy I had found someone especially someone so pretty and smart. It was different when I met her Mom. She was a striking stern woman. She didn't think I was good enough for her daughter. I tried very hard to please her, but nothing worked.

"Mom likes you, don't be silly" Terry told me. "Spend the day with her tomarrow. I have to go to my cousins Bachelorette thing anyway" Terry suggested. We slept in separate room while we stayed at hermom's. I had not even seen Terry before she set out for the day. I canr downstairs to find my future mother in law sitting at the kitchen table.

"Just the two of us today, Gina" I commented

"Yes, I was thinking we should talk" she said

"Great" I said grabbing a cup of coffee.

"My daughter deserves a disaplined man" she started "someone who will treat her correctly"

"I would never hurt her" I tried to assure her. She smirked

"That I am very sure of. I feel you know your place just need to understand what that means" she explained I was confused

She took both my hands. "Terry is the dominant one" she stated. I nodded slightly unable to look in her eyes

"You have to learn what it means to be her's" she told me. "She says you have a little penis as well" I was shocked and blushed.

"I dont" I started

"Shh, it's ok" she assured me. "But you speak out of turn, you don't serve her as well as you should. I can help you learn how to behave" she told me.

"You would like that wouldn't you?" She asked. I looked up and nodding wanting to please her.

"In this marriage for lack of a better term you will have to learn to be the wife" she told me. Terry will be the breadwinner." She stated I didn't deny this.

"So the house work, along with other duties will fall to you" she continued. I understood and again shook my head.

"You need to remember her needs will come first" she told me.

"So I have a way for you to remember your place" she smiled and handed me a small pink bag.

"I want you to wear these everyday " I opened the bag there were half a dozen pair of panties in the bag.

"I couldn't, what would Terry think" I stated.

"Why would she know what your undies looked like?" And the small soft material wil, be a constant reminder of your place.

"Go on go get changed" she told me. I got up and went into the bathroom. I didn't know why but if it made her like me then what the hell. I slid on a satin pink bikini cut panties. They felt amazing I thought. Then put my pants back on.

Gina put me to work. First she asked me to help her wash the windows since she didn't like the ladder. Although I could clean them all without one. Then dust the high places. But since your doing it just do everything. This took all morning. She made lunch.

"How do you like your new undies?" She asked me. I blushed

"They are really soft and comfortable" I told her embarrassed to say so.

"Glad you like them. I am going to teach you to do laundry after lunch" she informed me. First it was simple separate colors and fabrics. I knew most of this anyway. How to get out different stains. Then she started on hand washing. And had me wash all of her lingerie.

"Terry, will not have time to do this. You will have to do this for her" she told me. I was so embarrassed as I washed my mother in laws panties.

"OH that's dried cum" she told me as I picked up one red pair.

"It will come out easy with soap and water" she informed me. I was kinda freaked out having to wash another man's cum out of her panties.

"Terry may take a lover someday, would you be okay with that?" Gina asked.

"I don't think I" I stuttered

"Do you deni that you have a small penis, could it satisfy her?" She asked. Her hand lightly smacked my ass. Washing her underwear, thinking about and talking about sex made me hard. Which made me even more embarrassed.

"You need to know her needs come first" Gina reminded me. Her hand stayed on my ass rubbing it softly. The more uncomfortable I became the more she loved it..

"You have never even tried to have sex with her. She tells me everything. Wonder if she is having sex with a stripper right now" Gina whispered. Tears started to roll down my face.

"It's OK sweety I am sure she is just out having fun with the girls" she told me."come find me when you finish" and Gina left me alone to finish. I couldn't get the thoughts out of my head. Was Terry cheating on me. Had she done so before. She never wanted sex. Was she having sex with someone else. I finished and went to find Gina

"All done" she smiled. "You like helping around the house don't you?" She asked. I has to admit I didn't mind. I found it relaxing.

"Why don't you go clean up the bedrooms, make the bed aamd such" Gina told me. I started the master. As I went to make the bed I found Gina's vibrator under her pillow. I just left it there.

"You need to clean that and put it in my nightstand" Gina said from the doorway. I had not even noticed her. I picked it up by the base.

"Simple soap and water, use your hand like you where giving it a handjob" Gina told me. I could not believe this bit did as she asked. Then dried it and put it away. I found a larger one in the room Terry had been sleeping in. I washed her big black realistic vibrator as well. Is this what she wanted? Needed? I could not stop picturing Terry getting fucked by some big black man. In the guest room I found the little pink bag of panties. I hid them in the back of a drawer. I found myself vacuuming the whole second floor before I went to find Gina again. I helped her make dinner. As we where cooking Terry came home.

"Did you two have a good day" she asked kissing me.

"Yes" I sang.

"Very informative, surprising even" Gina smiled. Terry seemed pleased. We ate and talked about the wedding. Afterwards we settled in the living room where Terry sat in the overstuffed chair.

"I bet her feet hurt. All day in those shoes." Gina whispered handing me a bowl of popcorn. I gave it to Terry and sat at her feet and started to massage them.

"OH yes" she smiled. She had me work up and do her calves as well. Gina handed me a tray with a nail file and polish.

"Your going to give me a pedicure too" Terry almost jumped up. She pistioned herself so I could see up her dress. She did it on purpose teasing me. As I tried and buffeed her toes. Then painted them. We spent the rest of the evening with her cuddling me. She then said good night. I laid in bed wanting to jerk off the panties where driving me crazy. When my door opened and Terry snuck in. She slid under the covers. I wasn't thinking and rolled to kiss her. her hand grabbed my hard penis.

"What are you wearing?" She whispered and turned on the bedside lamp.

"OH, my God, where did you get those?" She laughed

"Your mom, she thinks I need to remember to serve you first" I said barely above a whisper to embarrassed to even move. She rubbed me thru the satin material

"So you wore them for me?" She smiled.

"She got me more" I stated seeing how happy and excited it made her.

"Really?" She laughed out loud.

"I am suppose to wear them until we leave" I told her. "Terry? Would you ever cheat on me?" I asked

"I don't know, would you like me too?" She gripped my penis hard thru the thin material. "You fit so well in these tiny panties" she added

"I would want you to be satisfied" I responded. And we left it at that.

"Would you like to cum in your pretty pink panties?" Terry asked me. I knodded. "Then you have to promise to thank mommy by giving her a pedicure tomarrow just like you did me.

"I promise I told her and she jerked me twice before I came in my panties.

"Haha faster then ever, you must really like panties" she smiled. After that she had me go down on her till she came twice. Then snuck back to her room. I got cleaned up and changed. I thought about it but slid on another pair of panties. These had more frilly lace. But still very soft. The next day we all went shopping. I understood my place as I held both there pocketbooks and bags. Gina would whisper things I should do. Like help Terry try on shoes kneeling to do it for her. Terry took great pleasure in teasing me rubbing her foot in my crotch as I helped her. After lunch they decided to get mani pedi.

"You did lovely last night Terry told me. But you need practice pointing out the uneven polish and the cuticles not cut back. They also decided I should get one as well.

I paid attention on how the woman did mine so I could do better In the future. Just as I was about done . Gina handed the woman doing my toes a bottle of pink polish. I didn't say a word as the woman painted my toes pink. When I saw Terry nod and rub her breast to tease me.

"Pink panties and now your toes match" Gina laughed as we left. I walked behind them still even carring thier pocketbooks.

Just before we left Terry pulled me into Victoria secrets.

"Pick out two pair" she said rubbing my ass. She led me over to a table.

"You like when I wear thongs" she stated. Picking up a pink and a purple thong. I just nodded that I did. Not realizing she had bought them to fit me. When we got home Gina commented how her feet hurt.

"Paulie will help you" she told her. I just looked and sank down and started to rub her feet. Gina spread her legs like Terry had last night showing me her panties. We ordered takeout I served them both since they had a hard day shopping. After we ate.

"Paulie, I forgot to make the beds and tidy up this morning" Gina told me with a glance from Terry I got up and went to take care of it. Again I found Gina's toy out and washed it and put it away. When I got to my room I found the new thongs on the bed. Terry came up behind me.

"I want you to think about wearing panties from now on, not just till we leave forever" her hand slid down the back of my pants and rubbed my ass thru the silky panties.

"I want you to be my good gurl" she said kissing my neck. Her finger pushed against my hole.

"Terry, please" I whined.

"Would you be willing to be my wife, mom gave you taste" she reminded me." She told me her finger probing my hole.

"We have never had sex. Because I want you to be the one getting penatrated." She continued.

"I am willing to try" I moaned.

"Fantastic baby, we have lots to do" she kissed me.

To be continued

[gurrenwrites]

Mission Log #257- A Short Story

Synopsis: A superhero must relive their worst mission in order to prevent it from happening again.

This story is part of A Different Universe, taking place in the Era of Wonder.

Team: The Protectors of the People

Team ID: 616

Team Leader: Sensori

Mission Log # 257

RECORDING STARTED:

Every team has that one mission, the unforeseen disaster waiting to happen. It's inevitable in our line of work. If you don't believe that, you must be new here. For all you hotshot rookies who think you're the best thing since sliced bread, here's what's in store for you. You get cocky, you go in arrogant and come out crippled. Crippled by a clear defeat, or the loss of innocent bystanders, is one thing. Crippled by the loss of a team member is entirely another.

To the council, I apologize for the delay in this recording. With the funeral this past Sunday... no... I'll be honest. I've been delaying the inevitable of this recording out of fear. This log will be the hardest I've had to record yet, but, without a doubt, the most important. I hope this will serve as a lesson in caution to all the other registered heroes in New York... no... the world. I hope you'll bear with me through this log, and be patient if I find myself tearing up. The message is too important.

Ok, here goes nothing.

I had gotten a lead from my buddy Paulie Ramirez down at the Nassau County Police Department in Long Island. He believed that a group of registered villains had moved into a small house in Franklin Square, a family-centric residential area under his jurisdiction. While he had their location, what he didn't have was a bite, a warrant to get him through the front door. Of course, that's when you turn to registered heroes.

I saw this as nothing but a small-time gig, checking out the house, seeing if there's anything suspect about the fucks living there, and taking them down to the station if anything goes awry. So rather than take my whole team, I grabbed Connie... oh, excuse me, registered hero alias: Force of Nature... and Brickbreaker. We even grabbed a couple of beers at Pig n Whistle down on 36th before hopping on the LIRR (we didn't want to use up any of Force of Nature's stamina in the off chance we would need it later).

After about an hour on the train we found ourselves at the front door of a small home, as nondescript as any of the others. The neighborhood was silent, as you would expect from a family town at 11:30 on a Saturday night. However, the first thing I noticed walking up to this house was that the front room's light, though dim, was clearly on. When you're surrounded by completely darkened houses on all sides, you notice this. The two cars in the driveway didn't do them any favors in concealing that they were home. Strike one.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "Global Heroes Alliance open up," (standard procedure).

No answer. Repeat, no answer. This would have deterred me if I didn't know better. I gave the third obligatory knock and announce, but no one inside budged. Wiggling at the doorknob, it gave me no resistance, and the front door slid open. Strike two. I should have known right then and there to turn back, but I was naive, buzzed, and, to be honest, looking for some action.

As the three of us tiptoed our way into the front den, we immediately noticed the room was empty. I used my difference to track all of the five occupants of the house down to the bedroom at the end of the hall. Motioning for my teammates to follow, I took the lead as we snuck our way down the narrow, darkened hall. The only thing illuminating the way was a dull, yellow light leaking out from the farthest door. Seconds later we found ourselves in front of it.

"I know what this looks like, probably just a family getting ready for bed, but be ready regardless, we never know," I whispered to my teammates.

Looking back, that was the first wise thing I had said all night.

Three, two, one, and we burst into the bedroom.

In front of us was only a bed. At its center, in a mess of blankets and pillows, lay a little boy. The face of this boy will never leave me for as long as I live. His long, blonde hair drooped down over his peachy, smiling face. Remember how he looked, I beg you. Surrounding him were four adults, all of whom dawned the black, striped brand of a formerly-incarcerated villain on their necks. All of whom except one, Paulie Ramirez. Strike three.

"Wait," I remember audibly taking a second to process what was in front of me.

As soon as I understood, I acted.

"FORCE, GET OUT OF HERE, NOW," I screamed, pulling out my staff.

She understood immediately, and hurtled herself through the window ahead, force field on, of course. This sent shattered glass raining down on all of us, but that wasn't much of a deterrence; the fight had already begun. I hated myself for even thinking I wouldn't need my staff, but thank God I brought it. Brickbreaker's fists were locked and loaded, so I was still confident we could take them at this point.

His voice, I remember it vividly.

"Please, stop fighting..."

It was meek, timid even, but its power was unquestionable. All four of them, including Ramirez, stopped what they were doing and moved back into their positions at the side of this kid.

It was at this point that I realized we were dealing with a mission way over our ranking. I'm going to try my best to recall our conversation, for the sake of finding this bastard, but... I'm not in the best frame of mind and may be forgetting the exact wording.

Kid: Ah the Protectors of the People, here at last.

Me: What do you want, who are you?

Kid: I guess you could call me a fan. I admire your team's work.

Me: Are you hurt, are you in danger? (Ugh...  I was so naive.)

Kid: Especially you Sensori. Your passion, your energy, I could really use that.

What happened next really is unexplainable, but I'll try my god damn best. It felt like the weight of the world crushing down on me. I could hear Brickbreaker shouting my name, feel him trying to shake me, but it was so... minimal. My senses were muffled, the pressure was killing me. My vision was blurred, but I could see the kid glowing, illuminated in a yellow aura that was stretching from him to me.

Then it happened. Brickbreaker threw himself in front of the glow, pushing me away from its grasp. I immediately felt the relief, my lungs clenching, gasping for missed air. I turned just in time to see him floating feet off the ground, spasming, shaking, and screaming. Sparks were bursting from his body; I'd never seen anything like it. Suddenly, the boy shrieked, the aura stopped, and Brickbreaker crashed down onto the carpeted floor, steam oozing from his body.

Before I could even attack the kid, Brickbreaker roared, shot up, and grabbed me in his arms, hurtling us down the hallway and out the front door in a manner of seconds. Down the block I saw the familiar purple energy of Force of Nature's difference; she was ready to teleport us at a moment's notice.

The face she made when she saw us racing toward her... God. She burst into fucking tears, I couldn't bear it. I looked up and saw, for the first time, what really had happened to Brickbreaker when he saved me. His skin... or lack of... was ripped raw, blood gushing at a rate I had never seen in my entire time as a career hero. He roared through the agony he must have been experiencing... I'm sorry... I'm sorry. Give me a minute here.

RECORDING PAUSED (66 seconds)

RECORDING RESUMED

He didn't make it back to the city, whatever life he still had left him in the portal.

If any of you were at the funeral... you would already know that I didn't make it out of this either... not really. Whatever this kid did, whatever this kid took from me, he succeeded. I'm a cripple... A FUCKIN' CRIPLE!

RECORDING PAUSED (153 seconds)

RECORDING RESUMED

I may not be able to walk, or fight... or use my difference. But I still have my mind. I won't stop until this kid... if he even is a kid... is buried in the ground. I hope this log will give the council the ammunition it needs to declare a level 10 threat. No hero is safe... no different is safe. Together, we can stop him. Divided, he'll take us out one by one, until he's the only one of us left.

... Stay safe heroes.

RECORDING ENDED

#mission log 257 #short story #writeblr #a different universe

[cuzimmortal]

DOSSIER UNLOCKED :: PARK, MI-RAE

eyes that have seen the world through a stain colored glass window ;; looks of a pretty angel that hide mischievous thoughts ;; vulnerability hidden beneath layers of confidence and intelligence. 

— I’M AESTHETIC NOW I GET IT;;

quick look into current playlist :: little bird by jonas brothers, drama’ by aespa, i got you by twice ft lauv, morally gray by april jae, tattoo by loreen, arranca by becky g, mi ex tenia razon by karol g

as described by others :: music always playing on a speaker or headphones, twilight is when you come alive, always feeling cold even when everyone around you feels warm, untouched acoustic guitar that is just begging to be played, always have to coffee in the morning as part of a routine, a thin silver necklace with small sparrow charm dangling, lingering scent of smoke on your jean jacket, fake sunflowers in glittery vases, the ability to dazzle those around you and play the role perfectly, sarcasm was always your best friend, fiercely loyal until trust is broken, always having to be the loudest voice in the room even though has nothing to say.

— WANNA TAKE IT TO THE BASICS;;

NAME : mi-rae park

NICKNAME : mimi

AGE : 27, August 8th

GENDER IDENTITY : cis woman (she/her pronouns)

SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : pansexual pan romantic

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : english, korean

WORK LIFE : employee at tiny tots, works on the side as a private tutor

POSITIVE TRAITS : charming, out-going, comedic

NEGATIVE TRAITS : sarcastic, blunt, dramatic

FACECLAIM : bae suzy

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : complicated, single.

FAMILY LIFE : only child. currently lives in Staten Island. has a white & black corgi named Miles. shares a 7 month old boy named Hendrix with PAOLO "PAULY" PARKER

— THE DEEP DEEP DEEPER WE GO;; (still have to add more)

Mi-Rae, or Mimi as she likes to go by, was born on a hot summer august day where it says to have rain just a bit that a rainbow came out for a few seconds, or at least that’s what her father told her growing up. Mimi grew up in Los Angeles, California living in a house with her father, a music teacher, and her grandmother. her own mother not in the picture after leaving the family and this making Mimi vow she'll never turn into her mother when she has her own family.

currently has a degree in early child development & child education after wanting to be a kindergarten/preschool teacher. after a meet up/hook up with Pauly at a party she ended up pregnant. she was all for being a single parent but decided not to. after their child was born, she began the search, finding him in New York after reading an article on his work, and making the decision to go look for him. She's been living here for about four months, using the time to get settle with her child: has a place at Havenwood Suites in Staten Island & getting a job at a daycare called Tiny Tots while also working as a private tutor.

TBA.

— FREE INFORMATION;; (DRINKING & SMOKING TW)

Personality wise, Mimi is your typical social butterfly who enjoys her job of working with kids. can talk your ear off about music like no other. is a secret music nerd having hidden in her closet an acoustic guitar that she hasn't touched in months. she is always down to party or going out for drinks just let her find a sitter first. has a few small tattoos scattered on her body. has a nasty habit of smoking but says she can quit anytime. enjoys reading all genres of books and listening to all types of music, using them as an escape when she needs to have her mind occupied. She can be a bit vain, maybe it comes with being an only child or the fact that everything has somehow always been in her favor. Mimi can be very blunt as she isn’t one to sugar coat things ( if you’re straight with her, she’ll be the same with you ). always longing to go on adventures.

Ships came natural to her, whether being able to make friends real easy or jumping straight into a relationship with someone. with friends, she’ll be loyal, the one to take care of you when sick, the one you should def call to bail you out of jail or if need a reference for a job. though the minute you cross her, its over between you both.

with love, she loves the idea of love to a fault, maybe it comes from listening to too many love songs or reading books but she loves the chase. once the fire dies down, she’ll either dip before it gets serious or does something dumb to mess it up. just know that once its over, she’s on to the next hot person she finds with thoughts in the back of one day finding something true.

— CAN I GET A CONNECTION;; 

filling PAOLO “PAULY” PARKER - BABY MAMA connection.

roommate wanted connection on the main.

RIDE OR DIE ( open to one ) ;; the bestie, the platonic soulmate, the one she would do anything for, maybe they have pet names for each other, etc. they are the best of friends and no one can tear them apart (maybe?).

CORNERSTONE/CONFIDENT ( open to a few ) ;; she always has her door open to anyone really. if someone ever needs a place to crash - no questions asked, they are welcomed as long as they don't mind a baby and a dog. or maybe they meet up to talk, eat or maybe no talking happens and they enjoy the company while each does their own thing. possibly also act as confidents for each other

EXES ( open to two ) ;; honestly, i just like exes. bonus points if there’s still tension and hook up but then regret it or if they’re just really good friends now with no tension at all. maybe they hook up here because tension is there. i love all options.

WILL THEY, WONT THEY ( open to one ) ;; essentially a flirtationship. no harm, no foul - is the mantra aka its all just easy fun. they flirt too much that others assume that they are dating, already dated, or are going to at some point. maybe even the idea has been on one of their mind but they are too good of friends to ever cross that line.

ONE (OR MORE) NIGHT STAND/ FLING ( open to many ) ;; one night, she was maybe a little bit down and needed something to pick her up. this worked. or maybe they met up at the bar or a party and it just happened. whether it’s turned into a regular thing or was just one night can be determined later. they could even be friends now.

OLD FRIENDS ( open to a few ) ;; maybe they were friends early in their lives from back in California or met when arriving in new york, but somehow, they fell apart. maybe she did something stupid and drove them away (could be fun for plotting purposes).

NEW FRIENDS ( open to a few ) ;; met when she arrived in new york. maybe are regulars at same coffee shop, going to the same gym, crossing the same path at the park she takes her child, etc. she just needs friends since arriving.

PARTY BUDDIES ( open to a few ) ;; she isn’t one to say no to a night of drinks and partying that leads to her regretting in the morning. just know she is ready for night 2 if they are prepared.

ENEMIES / FRENEMIES ( open to one ) ;; however these enemies/frenemies became known to each other can be determined later, but either way they dislike / hate / talk about each other behind their backs.

honestly anything else you can think of, i’m down for!!

#º ➷ ♥︎ 。― park mi rae / about . #boroughs.intro #i lied and couldn't sleep #also open for plotting too

[wingsdreamt]

“I can never not love you.”

"Hey, now. You're gonna make me blush." Zack swings her against the curve of his collarbone by tightening his arm around Aerith's waist. Blue light dances across their faces in vaguely scenic patterns and the passionate play of violin strings fills the air.

Community night outside the Leaf House.

There's a large projector set up against the wall. The latest movie to release on audiovis disc is playing on the roll-down canvas. Given the occasional stutter between frames, Zack suspects that the copy isn't even legit.

No need to pay for what you can steal for free, and it's not like Shinra bothers to police the slums any more than they absolutely need to.

Young couples, fidgeting children, workers still in their uniforms with trails of cigarette smoke floating up between their fingers, and septuagenarians. Sitting on fold-up chairs, crates, barrels, rusted out tailgates, the stooped wooden benches that form aisles across the front of the school, wherever and whatever surface will accommodate all these sit bones. They are surrounded by a small ocean of end-of-day silhouettes.

"Besides," he continues, mischievously lowering his voice into the peak of one of her bangs, "You're just sayin' that because we're watching a sappy romance movie. We all know that you're actually in love with Paulis Ruddsworth."

#breathofthearth #aerith. #fuckin laughing my ass off here #tracing patterns in the sky below; like dreamers chase a world beyond -- breathofthearth.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

x Sunday 10 November 1833

8 25

12 ¼

incurred a cross last night thinking of π- merely for the cross not affectionately - very fine sunny frosty morning F49° (on my writing desk in my bedroom) at 9am - wrote the following ‘Dear comtesse de Blucher  will this fine morning tempt you to take a drive? if it will, fix your own hour, I will call for you in my own carriage from out of which one can see (consequently I shall not commit the sin of making eyes like yours useless) and we will go where you please - very truly yours A. Lister Sunday morning 10 November 1833’ - sent off Thomas with the above to ‘the comtesse de Blucher’ at 10 - breakfast at 10 - and till 11 20 read from p. 64 to 90 Laney’s little history of Denmark - then Eugenie not have left me my cloak up, had the house up to pick the lock or find a key to get to it - read short prayers psalms lesson and collect and epistle and gospel to Thomas till 12, and out in my own carriage at Comtesse Blucher’s at 12 20 drove her to Charlottenlund - 40 minutes walk there - set her down at her own house and called for 10 minutes on Mrs. Eckhart - found Mrs. Hockschilde [Hochschild] there - Mr E- came in,  and handed me down to my carriage second class people    I will have no more of them - left my card for Mrs Wheaton the American minister’s wife and home at 3 55 Eugenie annoyed me by her excuses - dressed - off to the de Hagemanns’ at 5 - only Mr. d’Oxholm, who defended the duchess de Montebello against the de H-s I rather siding with them - he left us at 7 - then had my new cook and spoke to her with lady Harriet - to come from 8am to 10pm everyday - do all I wanted cook (buy and bring in provision) and clean the rooms and live with my servants - at 8 20 Lady Harriet went out with me to pay visits - the Fallesens not at home - left our cards - then to Comtesse Plessen my 1st visit - at home - 2 or 3 gentlemen there - Mademoiselle de Schalten on the sofa with the Comtesse - a nice person - staid 10 minutes - Lady Harriet in colours   I had advised her putting on black but Mr. de H- against it she had little to say and seemed shy and uncomfortable   she neither likes nor is liked by the people   I felt at ease and talked enough at the Paulis’ at 8 55 and sent Lady Harriet back to her own house (in the carriage) - the baroness and her daughter and Mrs. Hage and Mrs. and Miss....... Danish consul’s wife and daughter at Tangier where they (the ladies) go to join the consul next spring - she a nice enough fat darkish complexed person - the daughter said the play on the piano and sing well - tea had evidently been kept waiting for me - by and by came M. le baron and the 2 Mademoiselles de Nicolay and staid sometime there also Major Vickerty and another gentleman - Mrs Pauli would always be happy to see me - very civil - home at 10 ¾ having staid to the last expect Mrs. Hage - wrote the last 14 lines till 11 40 at which hour F50° – fine day – tho’ 2 or 3 drops of small rain while comtesse de B- and I were at Charlottenlund and a little rain in the evening

[percontaion-points]

Delicious Monsters chapters 11 & 12

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Chapter 11

Rain check on the driving, I guess. Too much independence with a license.

So, does Mrs. Terrible Mother plan on keeping Daisy with her until Mrs. Mom eventually dies? Daisy is 17… is the plan not for her to go off to college at some point? What about getting a job? 

“Is this why the lawyer thought we would know them? ’Cause they’re Black?” I asked. It would explain why Paulie was so adamant in grilling her husband about “Why would they know them?” and all that. 

Mom pursed her lips. “I’m sure that’s not why.”

[...]

“You have so much attitude.” Mom shook her head at me.

I’m sorry, but how is calling out somebody’s racist behaviour somehow “having attitude”? It’s  a legitimate question and I also want to know why the lawyer also thought that Daisy’s mom would know these people. 

“I’m Grace, and this is my daughter, Daisy.”

It took nearly a hundred pages to drop this singular factoid. 

My lips curled and I jerked away, my footsteps loud in my ears as I rushed home.

Chapter 11 summary: As they walk through the growth, they find wild blueberries. Eating them kind of gives Daisy some indication as to what Grace has always been on about finding the “right” kind of blueberry. However, she looks around and also sees wild daisies growing everywhere and begins to wonder if her mom’s story about how she named Daisy isn’t more of a romantic fantasy born out of a teen pregnancy. Daisy also laments to the readers about how whenever Grace talks about Daisy’s (still unnamed) father, it’s always in this romantic, past-tense sort of way. That maybe it makes their terrible relationship better somehow. 

They find two teenagers in the forest, and Grace asks if their mom is around. The girl runs off, and the boy goes up to the other house. After a while, three women come out. They introduce themselves as Tambara, Corinne and Yolanda, and their son, Kingsley “King”. They say that they’re psychics, although Daisy treats them in the same way that I think anybody would: that stuff isn’t real, so maybe find a new hobby. Yes, despite the fact that Daisy herself can see the dead. The women offer to do a spiritual cleaning of the house, but suddenly Grace is eager to be anywhere but there. Despite the fact that she wanted to go over and talk to the neighbours in the first place. 

When they get back to the house, Grace pointedly tells Daisy not to go inside. The entire thing is beyond weird. Grace claims that there’s supposed to be people working inside, but I’m wondering where all of their cars are; it’s the middle of nowhere, don’t tell me that they walked. Anyway, that’s simply another nail in how weird that this situation is, and how odd Grace is acting. 

Chapter 12

Our contact hasn’t revealed who they are yet. But they’ve shared something juicy enough to distract from it.

Chapter 12 summary: Brittany and Jayden go to Timmins, where they set up their cameras in the law offices of Perry. He introduces himself as Peter’s estate lawyer, who helped to get Grace set up after she inherited the property… And who also defended Daisy in court when she killed a bunch of girls in her mom’s Airbnb. 

As they talk to Perry, they’re kind of floored that he knew Dione. He waves it off, insisting that it’s part of living in a small town; you know everybody. He explains to them that Peter and Dione were like Grace’s parents. That at one point, they wanted to legally adopt the girl. But that never happened. Towards the end of the Peter/Dione relationship, Dione wasn’t even living in the town anymore. Perry doesn’t know what happened, but knows that Peter still thought of Grace like a daughter. The night Grace stopped in for the keys, he tried to ask her about Dione, which made Grace angry. 

After ending the interview, the two of them walk outside and do their “walk away” thoughts to edit down later. They know that Grace was making way more money than she let on, and was getting at least $1k a month from Daisy’s dad in child support.  However, Brittany and Jayden start to fight about if Daisy knew how wealthy her mom was or not. And it’s not so much that they’re doing a witty back and forth, but Jayden is kind of being an asshole about the entire thing. For no real reason. It’s obviously upsetting to Brittany. 

She tells the readers that not even Jayden knows the full truth about her relationship with her mom. That everybody assumes since the book came out that Brittany and her mom are working to fix their shitty relationship. But instead, the healing belongs to only one person, and it’s not Brittany. She’s hoping to fix some of that by exposing the house for what it actually is. 

Jayden then shows Brittany that they have a new email from their anonymous source, but the chapter ends with that. 

#delicious monsters #bookblr #book review

[jonathankatwhatever]

It’s now 28 Nov 2023, and I feel like I’m in a play-ay-ay anyway-ay-ay. I fear there’s something deeply wrong with me that I can’t identify, an irrationality within myself, but wait: is that the right concept or is it a paste? I think it’s a cut and paste, like in visual dreams when the background is something different from the narrative action, like when the background would become my childhood house’s yard. Why the yard? Because I walked it, crawled it, rolled in it until a map existed which layered the whole and many pieces of it so it acted as a set or series of constructed Ends with various meanings that drew, like sheets of paper or something more flexible so you can imagine topologies on these sheets. The reason for the topologies is not to say it is this or that this interpretation of the Ends is fixed ordinally, but rather to indicate that the relationships drawn across the Ends construct, and that means, for example, that each threading possible, each Pathway, since that is a permutation which constructs not merely as a permutation going in one way but both ways, as the 1-0Segment in DC&R. Think of the permutation as 1Segments to get the idea. This is how the Pauli exclusion principle works: it excludes because a field manifests a 1-0Segment. In fact, all this construction and creation of objects in dimensional structure necessitates that their behavior is also constructed, meaning how objects behave constructs using the same rules as in the construction of the objects. Sorry if this is too wordy, but the glow from the screen distracts me.

The same rules means we have both permutations and Pathways. The p with a small p and the P with a capital P. We do that a lot. Example is that grid squares is a regular square before and after the regular square’s existence, no matter when measured or how. A gs is Irreducible to an rs and an rs is Irreducible to a gs. That’s D4 in grid squares becoming that intermediate, constructed state, the 3rd End, both individually and generally, which manifests 3 dimensional states in motion. As noted, this gives rise to different perceptions of the passage of time, as well as the existence of an objective clock tied to the Informational Limit.

You can now see why the IL maps to SBE, which is inherently Triangular, rather than directly to grid squares: it limits into and out of rs through a process I’m fairly certain we’ve drawn - yes, we did - in which each side of a grid square and thus of a regular square forms as the 1-0Segment connecting a 3rd End which is outside the square. That led to some interesting work about inversion over that side into the square itself: since the height of a bT is only root3/4, you get 4 Ends within the grid square, with these overlapping but wait a second: there’s a bifurcation, a K’ing we did not see before. That is the square root of .75 is around .866, while the square root of ¾ is root3/2. I haven’t thought about this at all before. Let’s see.

We did do this, but not in much detail because so much else was coming together. This makes an orthogonal 3Square over the fD, so if you think of these as ovelapping within an enclosing square, you get a cross of overlapping ortho 3Squares. You can see the overlap because each of these 3Squares projects as a line, so we get .134, and this appears at each End, meaning each sticks out into the other’s space for all but .134 at each End. So subtract and we get .732 overlapping. That makes an orthogonal square of .536 and thus a cross of those inside the larger cross. I’m unsure how to label these squares. This is a step away from an integer nSquare. And that process continues because each definition in projection becomes some level in count of steps away from the integer nSquare.

This is the same modularity process as generally exists. You can see resonance in this, and thus again Inmanation and Emanation, because that maps to the wave which conveys the effect so it can be inferred backwards, meaning it generates that causal chain which we trace back.

BTW, this is why I was actually excited about today: I realized and hoped for the level of intelligent analysis which I get when you’re just a bit away, as opposed to the overwhelming presence effects. Not a preference but something good to look forward to, to experience, and badly needed after the days of excessive work. Also, I have definitely become a bit clumsier doing basic things like carrying because my vision now alternates between reading glasses and not, so my eye-hand coordination is more general and less fixed. I can overcome with greater focus, but that tends to fail when rushed, exactly like I see in athletes not matching up to the mental demands of a higher level game. Oh and I’ve been doing some really cool movement stuff. Lots of cool knee work and just found a deep abdominal contraction which enabled super pure, friction free high knee raises and a walk.

Just had some new thoughts: a short scene of a you character being extremely distressed and hyper worried, fear, which is sometimes just a startle reflex to be awake upon touch, so a mismatch of intent, which may be absent, and perception.

I’m going back to bed. I note that the construction of a gs by Triangular, which I also now remember as connecting the idea of Triangular over gs, which is key to the grid, also invokes layers, and invokes the conception that squares, both g and r, are stretched open 1-0Segments.

[trail-mx]

Prompt is courtesy of @writing-prompt-s:

"You are a werewolf and everyone in the village knows. When its nearing the full moon they all help you baricade yourself in your home since you are the only wheat farmer in town. Everything was fine until some self righteous lord takes over and demands not only your land but your home as well."

. . . . . . .

"Allen killed his first deer yesterday - he wants you to have it."

I look up from my tea, surprised. "I hadn't realized he was old enough to go hunting yet. How big are we talking?"

"Oh, nothing much. It's just a full-grown buck, weighing shy of 270 pounds with an 8-point rack."

"270!" I sputter, tea almost coming out of my nose. The bastard timed that bit of information too well. "Paulie, I can't accept that. Winter is coming. His family will - "

"His family has already agreed to give it to you." Paulie - or 'Little Paul' as he's called by the folks in the village - interrupts what's gearing up to be a fully reasoned argument as to why I cannot accept such a fine offering. "Mary considers it a good omen that he got it right before the moon."

I look down towards my tea again. I'm not one to believe in omens, but even I find the timing of a 12 year old killing a full-grown buck on his first hunting trip now of all times to be suspicious. Allen's family has been very kind to me since I came out about my 'Moonly Issues', and I would be a fool to turn away such a thoughtful gift. Mary would probably tan my hide and put it in the entryway of their home as a warning to others about accepting the kindness of your neighbors.

However, I've never been one to give in easily. "Tell them I'll pay them the full value after the moon."

Paulie's blue eyes dance with restrained laughter. "You're welcome to tell them that yourself. I'd rather avoid the lecture."

He takes a long sip of his warmed cider, his preferred drink during autumn. This year, the season seems to be rushing towards winter faster than anyone wants. Being this close to the Full Moon makes me more susceptible to the cold, so I've wrapped my hands around my own tea and desperately wish to bury myself in about four thick blankets.

"Cold?" Paulie asks, a look of understanding crosses his face as I reluctantly nod. "This weather is miserable. I'll get with the twins to make sure you have extra blankets when you wake up tomorrow."

I sigh. The twins will probably make sure I have every blanket in town if they have their way. "Please try to temper their enthusiasm. You know how they get."

"I know. Cara and I will supply the blankets. That should ensure you only have to deal with a small mound of covers rather than an avalanche."

I laugh. "Thanks, Paulie. What would I do without you?"

"Mmm... you'd survive. We're just happy to look after you. Mark is just glad you're making use of the old property. He's willing to sell it to you for a fair price."

I shake my head. "I have no need for two properties. My little homestead is just fine. It's just a little..."

Paulie scratches his scruffy beard while he hums in understanding. "You know how Tall John installed those new iron-bound wooden doors to both your home and this house? All the reading he and Jacob have done says that should be enough to keep you locked in during the change, but I respect your desire to keep a healthy distance from the town."

"It's not that I don't appreciate their research," I say while looking around the sparsly furnished room. I don't need much this time of the month and had been forced to spend more time than I thought I would arguing with Mark that, no, I didn't need a better bed. I'd probably just destroy it. "It's just that I don't want to risk anyone. You've all been very kind."

"Of course we are!" He grins. "If it wasn't for you, Suzi might not have made it through last winter. Plus, the grain you stored away kept the whole village fed when the meat ran out. We're just returning the favor."

I look down to hide my blush. I had only been doing what was right. There was no reason to hoard all that extra grain when it would feed the village. As for Suzi - Paulie's youngest - she had been ill off and on all winter, and it seemed that fresh meat helped. It hadn't been that much of a hardship to get as far from civilization as possible during the Full and hunt.

Taking care of the Pack is instinct for the Wolf, after all.

"It was nothing, Paulie." I say. "I was happy to help."

"And we're happy to look after you." Paulie replies. "Now, do you need anything before I go and tell Allen the good news?"

I think about it a moment. The town always makes sure that there is plenty of tea to drink and books for me to read while I wait for moonrise. I prefer to lock myself away the whole day of the Full Moon - not because I'm dangerous the whole day, but because I'm always so blasted cold even during the height of summer and it makes my joints ache something fierce.

Others with my affliction say it's different for everyone - some are more sensitive to the chilled pull of the moon than others. Many say it's a sign of strength, with the more spiritual saying that the moon blesses her chosen to sense her power even during the day so that they can pull on it if the need arises.

I just find it to be entirely uncomfortable. So, I hide away in the cabin, downing cups of near scalding tea while wrapped in the warmest sweater I own in an attempt to stave off the chill.

"Another blanket if you don't mind. Oh, and if you can ask Big Paul to place something heavy in front of the door after you're done bringing things over, that would be great."

Paulie doesn't roll his eyes, but I can tell he's considering it as he stands. I have always found it ironic that the town calls Paulie 'Little Paul' despite being 6 feet tall and 250-odd pounds. Then again, 'Big Paul' is 5 inches taller and at least 50 pounds heavier.

"Don't I always? I already planned on speaking with Paul anyway. I'll need his help to bring the buck over. Sucker is heavy."

"You do know they invented this new device. I've heard it's called a wagon. Means you don't have to drag the beast all the way here." I tease.

"I'm familiar." He drawls, standing in the doorway. "However, would you like to bring that beast in here yourself?"

"No, thank you!" I rush to say. No way would I be able to bring that inside. Plus, that would mean going outside where it is cold.

"Then hush. I'll be back in a while."

. . . . . . . .

"Oh dear. Why do you always insist on sleeping on the floor? I have it on good authority that even dogs enjoy sleeping on the bed."

I roll over and open my eyes, squinting them in the light. I feel vaguely hungover and my body aches some. The change last night must not have been as awful as it could have been. I've had better ones, but on average, this one wasn't terrible. Lonely, but not painful.

"Bed is awkward when you're 7 feet of gangly Wolf limbs." I reply to the voice. "Floor is easier."

"Hmph. Sure it is! Maybe we'll just have to make you a bigger bed then!"

"Ugh, no." I roll over to face the voice, almost rolling into a pool of blood. I almost panic for a second - did someone get in? - when I remember the deer. That would explain the mess and why I only feel like I drank too much last night rather than like I'm recovering from a terrible illness.

"No? Don't tell me this is some sort of 'Punishment' thing! Just because some idiots think that your illness is some sort of 'Divine Retribution' for whatever sin your ancestors committed doesn't mean you don't deserve to be comfortable." Eva - one half of the brown eyed, brown haired Harrison twins - is looking down at me with a look of mild disappointment.

"No. It's practical." I say, sitting up. At some point, one of them must have put 3 blankets over me. I'm thankful and wrap myself in one. Not that there is any shame in my naked form, and the twins would scold me if I even considered it, but it takes a couple hours for the moon's chill to recede. "I'll just tear at a mattress with my claws trying to get comfortable."

"Hmm..." she squints at me. She doesn't buy it, but isn't going to argue with the only Werewolf she knows over the matter. Especially when there are more important issues. "Are you hungry?"

"I could eat."

"Hah! You sure? You certainly gorged yourself last night!" Eva gestures to the bloodied mass on the floor next to me.

I shrug self-consciously. The Wolf is always such a messy eater. "Transformation takes a lot out of you."

"Well, Lacey will get something fried up for you. Won't you, Lace?" Eva looks over to the small kitchenette in the corner where her twin is standing by the stove, eyebrow arched in challenge.

Lacey doesn't rise to the bait, which is odd. If there is anything that the twins enjoy more than hovering over me after the full moon, it's arguing with each other. They will argue over anything and everything. They find it to be good fun - everyone else just finds it bewildering.

Eva is also disconcerted by the lack. "Lacey! Won't you start breakfast for our dear doggy pal here? I'd do it, but I'm cleaning up deer viscera."

"What? Oh, sure! What sounds good, dear?" Lacey seems to be trying to shake off whatever is distracting her with limited success, considering she - with her well-known sensitive disposition - doesn't even acknowledge the mention of deer guts on the floor.

"Now I know something is wrong. What's gotten into you?" Eva almost sounds concerned rather than irritated, but only just.

"Oh, it's that notice on the community board. The one about the Lord."

"What notice?" I ask, gathering my blanket around me while standing up and making my way to the little table. The aches are easing - I'll have to come up with something nice to give to Allen if he won't accept payment for the buck.

"The one they put up today about how our village is being given to some Lord or another." Eva says, tone unimpressed and hands covered in gore. "All that means is our taxes fill a different coffer is all."

"That's not what Marcie is saying! She's heard of this Lord Ransom. Apparently, he was given ownership over another village and he either bought out the villagers' homes or harrassed them into leaving."

"Lace, I know you like the girl, but where would Marcie have heard anything about a Lord? She barely leaves her house!" Eva exclaims in disbelief, hands flying up.

I flinch back as some blood lands on my face. I'm sure my face is already a bloody mess, but I don't desire to make it any worse.

"Watch it, you fool! You're getting blood everywhere!" Lacey scowls, coming over with a wet towel to wipe my face. "And if you must know - she heard it from her cousin. She does write to her extended family fairly often. Just because you never mastered the proper social graces doesn't mean the rest of us didn't."

Eva rolls her eyes but does keep the gestures to a minimum. "And this supposed 'cousin' of hers knows this Lord Ransom?"

"I'm given to understand that he knows him well enough, even if they're not exactly bosom buddies."

"Hmm..." Eva hums, then uncharacteristically changes the subject while turning to face me. "Would you mind if I took some of this antler? My boy has gotten it in his head that he'd like to take up carving and has been asking for antlers. Don't know how long his interest will last, but I figure 'why not?'"

"Take the whole carcass, or what's left of it. I have no need of it. Just ask him to let me know if he makes something he's proud of and wants to sell. I'd like to get a chance to look at it first." There - that takes care of both dealing with the deer and gives me the opportunity to get my debt to Allen's family cleared if they won't accept my money.

"Delightful. I'll be sure to ask. Thank you."

I just nod and look over at Lacey for a moment while Eva begins to clean and wrap up the deer. She's looking distracted again while frying up the bacon.

I clear my throat. It's going to be a bit sore from the howling for a day or two. "You know, Eva is probably right about that Lord Ransom, but I've got some contacts myself within the Werewolf community. I'll send out some letters over the next couple of days. What did the notice say? Anything about a meeting?"

"Yes, there's to be a meeting with both the Tax Collector and the Lord in two weeks at the tavern. All adults are encouraged to attend." Lacey looks over her shoulder. "And thank you, dear. I appreciate you looking into it."

"Well, now that those issues are being looked into and your worries are settled," Eva wanders over after washing up outside. The carcass was wrapped up and placed in their wagon presumably. "Maybe you can focus on breakfast. The bacon is about to burn."

"Oh, bother!"

. . . . . . . . .

"This is highway robbery! We can't afford those taxes! We're barely making enough to cover the current rate as is!"

"I don't like it either, Mark, but what can we do?" Paulie yells over the angry din of the tavern. "The new Lord has the right to set the tax rate. We'll just have to adjust!"

"Adjust!" Mark yells, grey mustache quivering. "You can't drain blood from a stone! There's no adjusting to such!"

I wince at the volume, thankful that the moon is dark in the sky. Closer to the Full, I'd be practically whimpering under the table. I cannot say I disagree with the man, however. It is an unfair amount, especially for a town that is constantly walking far too close to famine each winter.

I look around the table. The whole tavern is full, but seated with me are those who help me the most often during the moon. There's Paulie, local busybody/my friend; Cara, Paulie's wife and the schoolteacher with intense green eyes; Mark, the village blacksmith and carpenter; Jacob, Mark's eldest son and the villages pharmacist; Mary and Charles, Allen's parents and owners of the only other farm in town outside of my own; and the twins Eva and Lacey who, when they're not caring for a tired Werewolf post moon, run the tavern and small inn.

"Maybe we can discuss it further with him. He said that he'd be in town the next couple of weeks." Mary says while brushing her blonde hair out of her face. "If we can get the figures together, maybe we can help him see. He's not familiar with the area - he admitted to that much. He might not realize that we simply can't afford what he's asking for. "

"No, I know the type." Charles massages his knuckles while he speaks. The chill of autumn is hard on his arthritis, or maybe he's imagining punching that swarmy Tax Collector on the nose. I certainly am. "He 'earned' his money on the backs of the people. He'll break us first before he'll compromise."

"Well, it doesn't hurt to try, right?" Eva points out, her expression sour, but not just because of the topic. The person to deliver the Lord Ransom's 'most generous and gracious tax plan' was the Tax Collector, otherwise known as her ex... something or other. No one has ever really said for certain, except to say that their falling out was more like a nasty explosion that rocked the town. "He just wants money - maybe he'll take installments instead of one lump sum at the end of the year."

"I'm not sure we could even afford that," Lacey looks over at me, eyebrows knitted in concern. "What did your contacts say?"

The table goes quiet, and everyone looks towards me. They have all been curious about my network of Werewolf contacts. I tried to explain that we were all just people who happened to have a pretty major, life-altering condition in common - one that is fairly demonized and greatly misunderstood by a good majority of the population. It makes sense to have a network, even if to only be sure we didn't settle in an area where people would kill us. It isn't anything different than keeping up with some extended family.

Considering how focused everyone at the table is on me, I don't believe it sunk in.

"He's rich, powerful, and well connected. The rumors Marcie's cousin heard are true - he has been buying up towns and villages. Most of my better connected friends are confused as to why - it makes more sense to keep the village intact and collect taxes. What they do know is that all the places he bought out were old mining towns. Some still are in operation, but most haven't been used in years."

"So he's after the mines, then." Jacob speaks up for the first time that night, swirling his drink in his glass. "At least we know that much."

"What mines?"

"There's nothing in those mines. They were stripped ages ago."

I look over to Paulie, who had spoken when I did. I raise an eyebrow.

"The silver mines. They lay just outside the village. Been blocked off for years once they were stripped of anything of value at the time. They closed when I was a kid." Paulie nods at me, then gives me a quelling look when I notice the play on words.

Not the whole story, then - something to discuss later.

"Regardless of his reasons, the tax issue must be addressed." Mark presses.

We all agree on that much.

. . . . . . . . .

"I kept my peace, but I want to know what you mean by 'at the time.'"

Paulie looks over to Jacob. "You're the one who brought it to my attention. You explain it."

Jacob never looks comfortable. Tonight, sitting at my table, he looks less so. He's accepting of my furry problem, but he's heard too many horror stories to ever be completely at ease in my home.

It's just the three of us. Paulie wouldn't say why, but I knew he wanted to keep this quiet, so I invited him for late night tea. The village is used to us meeting up that no one will think too much about Paulie inviting his pal Jacob along.

Jacob clears his throat. "You're not the only one who has been exchanging letters with others outside of town. I've got an uncle up north who is really into new science innovations, and he's been all excited about a new mineral that has been discovered that has some rather explosive properties if bonded with other elements. Apparently, kingdoms are clamoring for it to continue their wars and are willing to pay handsomely for it."

"Let me guess: this miracle mineral is found in silver mines."

"It appears so. The problem is that if you want this mineral for its explosive properties, it has to be processed a certain way almost immediately after being removed from the earth, or else it's just a pretty, if useless, rock."

"That's why he's scooping up the land around the mines. He needs the space." Paulie muses.

Jacob nods. "He would need both a place to store the mineral before and after the processing as well as space for treatment."

"Okay, now that we've answered that, here's the real question: Why?" I look at them both.

"Why what?"Jacob asks.

"Why the pretense? Why pretend he's interested in the village's taxes when what he really wants is the land itself?"

Paulie, as always, follows my thinking. "Because the King doesn't know. The King gave him the right to collect taxation, not to kick the townsfolk out of their homes and reopen the mines. What do you want to bet he isn't giving the King his fair percentage?"

"I'm not taking that bet." I reply with a grin.

"Nor I, but this is all merely speculation. We don't have proof of such things." Jacob cuts in. "What are we going to tell everyone else?"

I think about it. Jacob is right. We have no proof of wrongdoing, just buckets of speculation. "Regaredless of his reasons, there's only one clear path: We must not sell him our homes."

"With these taxation rates, many won't have a choice but to move," Paulie looks to be thinking it over. "But if those who are better off help out the others..."

"Then the bastard will get his money and won't have a choice but to leave us alone." Jacob says triumphantly. Then his expression turns sober. "That only leaves the rumors of his harassment campaign. He might not go away quietly."

"We'll handle when it comes up." I say, and if my smile is a little sharp, you can always blame the Wolf.

. . . . . . . .

"I hate that man! I hate him and his stupid cane! Jules didn't deserve that!"

I look over to Allen, but I can't bring myself to chastise him. I also hate the Lord Ransom. A week out from the Full and each night I get steadily colder and the Wolf inside begins to bay for blood. This would be manageable - I've been doing it for years - if it wasn't for that damned man.

The offers started last week when no one packed up immediately to avoid his high taxes. The gossip chain (the Marcie-Lacey-Eva-Mary-Cara-Paulie version anyway) spoke of the high amounts of money being offered. A couple of families had taken the deal, and no one could begrudge them that, but most of the town held firm.

This is our home, and we aren't going to be bought out.

This week, the harassment campaign began. Big men, saying they spoke on behalf of the 'Good Lord Ransom', went to random homes and offered larger sums of money. If those families refused the offer, then they were threatened. A few of them had rocks thrown in their windows.

Eva's home had gotten a visit, and she blistered the goons ears for the attempt. Who did they think they were threatening her? What would their mothers say?

They didn't take kindly to the scolding. In retaliation, that night, they threw a burning bottle of liquid through her son's window while he slept. He will survive, but the flames weren't kind.

The house, however, is lost.

"I know. I'm worried about Jules, too." I say. We're sitting on my porch while Mary and Charlie get Eva settled at her sister's place. Eva is furious and out for blood. The two of them are the only ones capable of restraining her - everyone else wants to help her or hide the body.

I can't say I blame them, either.

Maybe I'll let Eva get her pound of flesh and put what's left of him in the pig pen. Saves time on hiding the body, not that I think anyone would look that hard for it based on his reputation.

"I hate that man! Mom says he's greedy and is gonna get what's coming to him. Do you think so?" Allen looks up at me from his angry brooding. He's clutching his fists in his lap tight enough to see the whites of his knuckles.

I look down at him. "Men like that always get their due."

. . . . . . . . .

"Nice farm you have here."

I look up from my work. Harvesting the last of the wheat and preparing the grounds for the frosts to come must have been consuming my attention. Normally, 3 days out, I'm hyper aware of my surroundings. I should've heard him approach a hundred feet or so ago.

The Lord Ransom is not a handsome man despite the quality attire he wears. Prematurely balding with beady brown eyes hiding behind thick spectacles, I imagine there are few hearts that flutter at the mention of him if either his title or money aren't mentioned in the same sentence. He carries himself like he knows he deserves better than being in a place where his new leather shoes might get mud on them, but he is willing to suffer the indignities to suffer us.

Or maybe I'm too close to the Full and his very presence is irritating me, but I know how to play nice when the situation calls for it.

"Good afternoon, my Lord. It's not much, but it's home."

His resulting laugh is high and boisterous - and very false. "And what a fine home it is! I was actually hoping to talk to you about it."

Ah. I'd been wondering what was taking him so long. Everyone else in town had gotten offers and threats over the past couple of weeks. I had wondered if my 'Moon Problem' had been shared with him and he was avoiding me. Ideal, considering I can't stand the fool, but it would be so very annoying if he hired someone to 'take care' of me.

There's no reason to play dumb. "I hear you're buying up land."

"I am, but if I was only interested in that, I would've sent one of my associates to talk with you." Somehow, his smile is more false than his laugh.

"I've heard you've spoken to everyone in town yourself before outsourcing the... negotiations to your associates. Is there a reason you would not offer me the same courtesy?"

"Not at all!" He proclaims loudly. He certainly likes the sound of his own voice. "I'm just a busy man and grow weary of the slog of negotiating."

If this man is weary of anything, it's probably being denied what he wants. I know the type well enough.

"You are asking a lot of these people. Some of these homes have been in their family for generations. That kind of thing is priceless." I reply lightly, leaning on skills I haven't needed in years and slipping into that old, highborn accent.

He was not the only one taught by a Governess, after all.

He may be unattractive, but he's not a fool. He catches on quickly. "You are not from around these parts, are you?"

"No. I was raised somewhere more like those places you prefer to be - with their high vaulted ceilings, crystal goblets, and gentle manners. I wanted something different, and I found it here."

It's almost too easy to slip into that role of misplaced noble. Just a person of gentle birth who wanted to step away for a while - rough it with the common folk - but with the right offer, they would be willing to be swept back into that glittering world.

Not that I want to go back, of course, but this man only respects those of his own rank and, by rights, I'm that and more. A common person won't get through to him, but someone from his world? He might give them their due consideration.

The Lord Ransom assesses me. I know he's unmarried, and I know that there are circles closed to him because of that. I can see the calculations going on in his head and the plans that he discards based on this development.

"You own this farm outright? No debt to the town?"

"The property is mine, yes."

He laughs, incredulous. This laugh is genuine, at least. "I suppose that you work the land yourself then? No hired hands to help?"

I look at him blandly, as I had been raised to do. "I believe that would defeat the purpose."

"And what purpose would that be?" He leans in, expression curious. I imagine he couldn't ever imagine himself willingly working in the dirt for all the gold in the King's vault.

"To make something of my own. To watch it grow from seed, to plant, to grain, and into bread from my own effort. To toil and reap the rewards from what I've sewn."

"Yes," He muses, "I can see that."

A moment of silence. I can see him come to a conclusion.

"You'll do." He says almost too softly to hear, but I'm no longer distracted by grain and soil.

"I'm sorry, my Lord?"

"I originally came here to offer to buy your land. However, in the place of what I thought was a young widow, I find a Lady of gentle birth toiling in the dirt. A soul who understands the value of hard work, dedication, and sacrifice! I have been long put off by the vapid nature of the common High-born and therefore put off marriage. I had even accepted that I might never be married - that it wasn't my role in this life."

He steps forward, a fevered gleam in his eyes. I can almost see his grand scheme play out in them.

"Then, I meet you. Now, I see that I was looking for a proper union in all the wrong places! I needed a bride who was forged from hardship and unafraid of doing what needed to be done."

He bows deeply before me.

"Allow me to court you, my Lady."

I stare at him and blink. That's... interesting. I hope my expression is still coming across as bland curiosity and not sickened shock. "This is very sudden, my Lord. You don't know me or anything about - "

"That's because I don't need to! I already know you're the one I've been waiting for!" He moves forward and grabs my hands. I keep from pulling back in revulsion. "I don't care about your past or where you're from. I want you! I'd marry you right here... right now! However, you are rightfully cautious. I'm willing to wait."

"I... don't know what to say."

"How about I give you time to think about it. I know I have had my own worldview changed. Just say you're willing to consider it?"

I look at him, and then I see it. The way forward.

The solution.

I breathe in and resign myself to the inevitable. "Dinner."

"What?"

"In 3 days. Dinner. I have another property north of here. Quiet and secluded. If you're seen here again, there will be unwelcome rumors, things neither of us can afford. However, few know that I own that property. If you were to stop by in the evening..."

"No one would suspect. Beautiful and brilliant, my Lady." He puts him lips to the back of my hand and looks up, a knowing look in his eyes.

If only he knew.

. . . . . . . . .

"I thought you gave up all these jewels and dresses and things."

"I thought I did, too." I look in the mirror back at Cara's worried expression. She's pulling my hair back in the classic braided style down my back. Nothing as fancy as I would've worn to Court, but nicer than I've worn in ages. Thankfully, the gown fits well, its color bringing out the full intensity of my eyes.

Or maybe it's just that moonrise is mere hours away.

"I know you're cold, but I found this velvet shawl in my things. It'll keep you warmer." Cara says as she wraps the shawl around my shoulders with a small smile. The black velvet adds a certain dignity to the outfit.

I try to smile back, but it stalls out halfway. "I..."

She nods in sympathy and understanding. "No one wants this for you. We can come up with another way. We can - "

"No," I cut in, speaking around the lump in my throat. "I... I'll be okay. It's just..."

Cara doesn't say anything. She just leans in and gives me a hug as I cry and shiver into the warmth.

I said I would take care of the problem and I will.

The Wolf protects the Pack.

But like this?

I didn't want this. I was running from this, but here I am, despite everything.

After too short of a moment, I lean forward and dry my eyes. "You have to go. He'll be here soon."

Cara looks around the cabin. It's been made up nicer than I prefer, with fine silver utensils and linen on the table. The bed, which I'm spending most of my time trying not to look at, has been fitted with the nice silk sheets I had packed up when I left home. It had been something to remind me of where I came from, and then I had hid it away because it reminded me of what I'd left behind.

"It looks like a proper Lady's home now. I'm sure he'll appreciate the effort." Cara looks at me and grins. The smile dims when she looks closer at my expression. "You don't have to do this."

"You should go, Cara." I say, my smile - as strained as it is - hopefully taking the sting out of the words. "Tell Paulie I said not to forget his promise."

Her smile is small, and her eyes are sad. "I will, but he won't. He has never once forgotten his promises to you."

. . . . . . . . .

"Simply ravishing, my dear."

"Do come in, my Lord Ransom. Welcome to my home." I curtsey before him exactly the way I was taught. Some things really are ingrained.

He takes my hand in his. I can hear his pulse beginning to quicken as he takes in the low neckline of my gown. "Van, please. I thought you were beautiful out in the field, but in here, you are radiant. These common folk don't know what beauty has been gracing them."

"Thank you, my L - Van. You are too kind." I murmur, looking down demurely. I focus on breathing through my mouth. Breathe in, hold for 4, and breathe out.

"I must say, my Lady, despite how quaint this cabin is, you do manage to bring some class to it." He says as he looks around the room. "Do you stay here often?"

I look up to see he's practically staring at the bed. I don't need to meet his gaze to know that he's thinking about my low-cut gown and how he wants this night to end.

"Not often. I was gifted this cabin by an Aunt. I try to keep my birth a secret from the town."

"Yes." He looks at me and winks. "You like to rough it with the riff-raff."

I focus on my breathing. "They are good folk."

"I'm sure they are, but you have to admit they're rather dull."

"They have their charm." I say with a little smile. I can see the mocking laughter in his eyes. "Would you like to eat? Maybe tell me more about why you're buying up the town?"

Asking a Lord to talk about himself and his plans will usually save one from any discomfort when it comes to smalltalk. The Lord Ransom is no different.

"What do you know of mining, my dear?" He asks as he sits down at the table, putting a napkin in his lap.

I make my way to the wine bottle first before sitting. A Lady always offers to pour their guests' drink first. "Wine, my Lord? And not much, I'm afraid. I know that metal comes from the ground, and it is backbreaking work, but that's all."

"Yes, please. And please, do call me Van. It sounds lovely when you say it." He pauses while I pour, focused intently on me. His eyes meet mine, and I can see the desire in them. I finish pouring both our glasses and hold his gaze while I sit across from him, pulling my shawl tighter around me. I try to keep my breathing even.

"Well, you know the basics, then. However, what you may not be aware of is that certain metals tend to be grouped up underground with other minerals. It turns out a particular mineral that has high value in warfare forms near silver. Now, most silver mines around here were stripped of their fine metals years ago, but with the discovery of this material, these mines can be reopened and lost jobs restored!"

I take a sip of the fine wine. It's not what I want. I focus on my words. "That's fascinating, but I'm confused as to why you can't just open the mine without buying out the villages? They formed around the mines, right?"

"You know your history, my dear! Yes, the villages and towns sprung up around the mines as the miners and their families needed places to stay nearby, but silver doesn't need any special processing when it's mined, so the miner's homes could be closer. However, this mineral does need special treatment. I need the land around the mine as well for such things."

"Ah, I see. Do you plan on founding a new town then? Outside the blocked off area, I mean?"

"I do. I don't know how far the mines go, so I don't know where the bounds will be, but eventually, there will be. After all, the workers need a place to sleep!"

"Surely forcing others to leave their homes is rather crass, isn't it?" I focus on my plate, taking extra time to cut my chicken into smaller pieces. Ones small enough for a Lady.

"Yes, some might think that, but much is sacrificed for progress! What's one home, or even a dozen, in the face of that?"

"And money, of course."

"Of course, my Lady." He says with a wink. "No one said you couldn't make money from progress - you just can't stop it!"

The conversation dies for a moment. The only sounds that fill the cabin are the clank and scrape of silver on porcelain - the only sounds I allow myself to notice, anyway. I focus on the chicken - dry. Then the vegetables - I force them down. I take gulps of wine that are borderline unladylike - the taste is wrong and the alcohol does little to warm me.

"I was thinking we should discuss our future." The Lord breaks the silence, placing his utensils down. It appears he had no trouble eating.

"Our Courtship, you mean?"

He nods. "And beyond."

I let out a pained laugh that I hope he reads as simply incredulous. "Beyond? Awfully presumptuous of you, my Lord."

"Van, my dear, and is it?" He looks at me, raising an eyebrow and speaking slowly as if to a child. "You invited me into your home without a chaperone for dinner, skipping several steps of the process. A home you specifically invited me to because no one was around to question your honor. You have been playing coy, and I do enjoy that in a woman, but let's not lie to ourselves."

His gaze burns as he looks at me.

"You know how this night ends."

I look out the window to see the sky darkening, the first stars starting to peek through the twilight. There is a heavy thunk from the door that startles the Lord into looking away as his head swivels towards the source of the noise.

I shudder from the sudden chill I feel all the way down into my bones.

It's time. I take a deep breath in.

The Lord turns back towards me, his eyes widening in horror as I feel the Moon's pull. He smells of our dinner, sweat, and no small amount of fear.

Good.

I feel my bones break and shift, my body elongating, and nails turning into claws. The gown tears from my body as I stand, the shawl dropping from my shoulders. The pain is intense, but my eyes never leave his as he backs away and then tries to get through the door before sliding down it.

It's locked and blocked until morning - a promise Paulie always keeps.

I didn't want this. I ran from this. Here I am.

"Yes, Van," the words pull from me in a growl as I get on all fours and stalk towards him. "I imagine we both know how this night ends."

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[hollymbryan]

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[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Underground Italian lab searches for signals of quantum gravity For decades physicists have been hunting for a quantum-gravity model that would unify quantum physics, the laws that govern the very small, and gravity. One major obstacle has been the difficulty in testing the predictions of candidate models experimentally. But some of the models predict an effect that can be probed in the lab: a very small violation of a fundamental quantum tenet called the Pauli exclusion principle, which determines, for instance, how electrons are arranged in atoms. An FQXi-funded project carried out at the INFN underground laboratories under the Gran Sasso mountains in Italy, has been searching for signs of radiation produced by such a violation, in the form of atomic transitions forbidden by the Pauli exclusion principle. In two papers appearing in the journals Physical Review Letters (published on 19th September 2022) and Physical Review D (accepted for publication on 7th December 2022) the team reports that no evidence of violation has been found, thus far, ruling out some quantum-gravity models. "You, me, we are Pauli-exclusion-principle-based. The fact we cannot cross walls is another consequence," says Curceanu. “The Pauli exclusion principle is the main pillar of our comprehension of the structure of matter and of its stability,” says Catalina Curceanu, a member of the physics think-tank, the Foundational Questions Institute, FQXi, and the lead physicist on the experiments at INFN, Italy. In school chemistry lessons we are taught that electrons can only arrange themselves in certain specific ways in atoms, which turns out to be due to the Pauli exclusion principle. At the center of the atom there is the atomic nucleus, surrounded by orbitals, with electrons. The first orbital, for instance, can only house two electrons. The Pauli exclusion principle, formulated by Austrian physicist Wolfang Pauli in 1925, says that no two electrons can have the same quantum state; so, in the first orbital of an atom the two electrons have oppositely pointing 'spins' (a quantum internal property usually depicted as an axis of rotation, pointing up or down, although no literal axis exists in the electron). The happy result of this for humans is that it means matter cannot pass through other matter. “It is ubiquitous—you, me, we are Pauli-exclusion-principle-based,” says Curceanu. “The fact we cannot cross walls is another practical consequence.” The principle extends to all elementary particles belonging to the same family as electrons, called fermions, and has been derived mathematically from a fundamental theorem known as the spin-statistics theorem. It has also been confirmed experimentally–thus far–appearing to hold for all fermions in tests. The Pauli exclusion principle forms one of the core tenets of the Standard Model of Particle Physics. Violating the principle But some speculative models of physics, beyond the Standard Model, suggest that the principle may be violated. For decades now, physicists have been searching for a fundamental theory of reality. The Standard Model is terrific at explaining the behavior of particles, interactions and quantum processes on the microscale. However, it does not encompass gravity. So, physicists have been trying to develop a unifying theory of quantum gravity, some versions of which predict that various properties that underpin the Standard Model, such as the Pauli exclusion principle, may be violated in extreme circumstances. “Many of these violations are naturally occurring in so-called 'noncommutative' quantum-gravity theories and models, such as the ones we explored in our papers,” says Curceanu. One of the most popular candidate quantum-gravity frameworks is string theory, which describes fundamental particles as tiny vibrating threads of energy in multidimensional spaces. Some string theory models also predict such a violation. "The analysis we reported disfavors some concrete realizations of quantum gravity," says Curceanu. It is traditionally thought to be hard to test such predictions because quantum gravity will usually only become relevant in arenas where there is a huge amount of gravity concentrated into a tiny space—think of the center of a black hole or the beginning of the universe. However, Curceanu and her colleagues realized that there may be a subtle effect—a signature that the exclusion principle and the spin-statistics theorem have been violated—that could be picked up in lab experiments on Earth. Deep under the Gran Sasso mountains, near the town of L’Aquila, in Italy, Curceanu’s team is working on the VIP-2 (Violation of the Pauli Principle) lead experiment. At the heart of the apparatus is a thick block made of Roman lead, with a nearby germanium detector that can pick up small signs of radiation emanating from the lead. The idea is that if the Pauli exclusion principle is violated, a forbidden atomic transition will occur within the Roman lead, generating an X-ray with a distinct energy signal. This X-ray can be picked up by the germanium detector. Cosmic silence The lab must be housed underground because the radiation signature from such a process will be so faint, it would otherwise be drowned out by the general background radiation on Earth from cosmic rays. “Our laboratory ensures what is called ‘cosmic silence,’ in the sense that the Gran Sasso mountain reduces the flux of cosmic rays by a million times,” says Curceanu. That alone is not enough, however. “Our signal has a possible rate of just one or two events per day, or less,” says Curceanu. That means that materials used in the experiment must themselves be “radio-pure”—that is, they must not emit any radiation themselves—and the apparatus must be shielded from radiation from the mountain rocks and radiation coming from underground. “What is extremely exciting is that we can probe some quantum-gravity models with such a high precision, which is impossible to do at present-day accelerators,” says Curceanu. In their recent Physical Review Letters paper, published in September, and in a follow up paper in Physical Review D (accepted in December), the team reports having found no evidence for violation of the Pauli principle. “FQXi-funding was fundamental for developing the data analysis techniques,” says Curceanu. This allowed the team to set limits on the size of any possible violation and helped them constrain some proposed quantum-gravity models. In particular, the team analyzed the predictions of the so-called “theta-Poincaré” model and were able to rule out some versions of the model to the Planck scale (the scale at which the known classical laws of gravity break down). In addition, “the analysis we reported disfavors some concrete realizations of quantum gravity,” says Curceanu. The team now plans to extend its research to other quantum-gravity models, with their theoretician colleagues Antonino Marcianò from Fudan University and Andrea Addazi from Sichuan University, both in China. “On the experimental side, we will use new target materials and new analysis methods, to search for faint signals to unveil the fabric of spacetime,” says Curceanu. “What is extremely exciting is that we can probe some quantum-gravity models with such a high precision, which is impossible to do at present-day accelerators,” Curceanu adds. “This is a big leap, both from theoretical and experimental points of view.” IMAGE....The Gran Sasso low radioactivity underground lab. CREDIT Massimiliano De Deo, LNGS-INFN

#space #science #Astronomy #physics #news #quantum gravity

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The Wooden Door (2)

by Wayne Lerner

301 S. Pine, Apt. 406 Friday, June 10, 1966 6:00am

He stretched his taut muscles and peaked one eye out from underneath the tattered covers. He turned over to face away from the door.

6:13. Fuck. It’s the 2-minute drill. She’ll be clomping up the stairs and goin’ through the same shit we do every day.

“Paulie. Paulie. It’s time to get up.”

No response. Silence.

The knock will come next, then the pounding on the door.

A gentle, but firm knock was followed by a fist trying to smash its way through the plywood door. For a small woman, she made her presence known.

“Get the fuck up,” she said. The door flew open gauging yet another hole in the wall behind it.

Now the screaming. I’ll let it go until it gets so loud, she’ll get hoarse.

“Get out of bed, you lazy bum!” Paulie’s Mom screamed until her face turned crimson.

“Every day, I go through this shit with you. Just because you’re turning 18, you think you can do whatever you want, you think life’s going to be so easy for you?”

Paulie imagined steam coming out of his Mom’s ears as she ranted and raved. He stayed quiet under the covers, making her even madder.

“Hanging out with your buddies on the street. Beating up strangers so often that the cops at the station know me by name. Stealing. What are you doing with your life?” His Mom slumped down on his bed and put her head in her hands.

“Look at my life. I didn’t ask for this. But this is what I got. I got you and your sisters and brother, so get moving. She stopped her tirade to catch her breath and settle her nerves.

“You’ve got to walk your sisters to school, you know. It’s getting dangerous out there,” her voice quiet, resigned.

I can’t wait. Gotta get out of this house. Me and the guys will find a place to live and then we’ll have some fun. No more parents to yell at us. Fuck that!

Paulie threw the covers off and started down the short hall to the solitary bathroom.

“OK, Ma. I’m moving. Move outa the way. I gotta pee.”

The bathroom was empty. His sisters were downstairs having breakfast.

Soon I won't have to listen to those bitches screaming that I’m hoggin’ the bathroom. Today’s goin’ to be a good day. Me and the boys gonna skip outa school after lunch.

Paulie slammed his hand on the counter causing the water glass to fall on the floor.

That back door next to the cafeteria’s always jammed open. Then we going’ to take down them blackies on Madison Street. They’s think that’s their corner, protecting that Jew drug store like they’s own it. We’ll see what they think after today. Got some business to take care of.

Paulie finished getting ready as the anger bubbled up throughout his body.

Them blackies goin’ to get what they deserve. They been making fun of us rednecks too long now. That corner goin’ to bleed black today.

Paulie smiled as he imagined what was going to transpire later that day.

And, if that old man and his lady friend get in the way, we’ll take care of them. They’re probably Jews too. Too fuckin’ bad for them. They've lived long enough anyway.

Paulie finished brushing his teeth and combing his hair. He looked in the mirror and liked what he saw.

I’m a fucking warrior. A warrior from the Carolina mountains but I gotta be careful. If my old man finds out what we doin’, I won’t be able to stand up for a week.

Paulie joined his sisters at the kitchen table. He reached for the cereal. Crumbs tumbled from the box into his bowl. “Why is there never anything left for me?” He screamed at no one in particular. His sisters wouldn’t look at him when he got like this. They stared into their bowls as Paulie’s fury filled the room.

He grabbed what was left of the milk and poured it over the remnants of the cereal. His siblings stopped talking. Breakfast was always a fight between Paulie and his Mom.

His mother sat, despondent, as she was every day, cigarette dangling from her mouth, her hair in curlers.

“You know, your Daddy promised me we wouldn’t have to live like this anymore. He said we’d not be hillbillies now we’d come north. But we are. He leaves at 6 every morning to go to the tire factory. He makes decent money and comes home smelling of burnt rubber. And those rubber flakes are in his clothes, his hair, fingernails and even our bed.”

His Mom wrung her hands as she told her story, clasping them tighter with every word. His sisters were silent. They knew better than to interrupt. Paulie just rolled his eyes and started to get up from the table.

“We can’t afford an air conditioner, barely a fan in the window. The fucking steam radiators clanging all night long in the winter. And the screens have more holes than gophers can make in a year. You kids have to get your learning at school so’s you don't have to live like this when you grow up.”

The kids knew the monologue by heart. Their Mom, angry, frustrated, hopeless because she knew she was unable to change the trap they were in.

“Ma, we can do things to make life better here but you don’t want to do that,” Paulie said.

His mother stood up at the table and directed her frustration and anger at her kids.

“If any of you get caught stealing one more time from any of the stores around here, they’re goin’ to put you away for a long, fucking time. Then where will you be? Where will I be? Get a damn education, would you and don’t look back!”

Ashes from her cigarette, mixed with tears, fell like fall leaves to the breakfast table.

Paulie paused, looked around at his dilapidated apartment and stopped eating his cereal. He was sickened by the sight.

Ashtrays filled with used butts, house smells of smoke and rubber, dogs panting, just waiting for scraps of food. I’m done living like this. Me and my sisters. I’m goin’ to take them outa here. Ma and Pa can fend for themselves. Right after me and the boys take care of dem blackies. Time’s right for the showdown.

Paulie got up from the table and signaled to his sibs that it was time to leave for school.

Without a sound, they left the kitchen, grabbed their school books and scrambled down the four flights of wooden stairs to the dark and gloomy courtyard the apartment building surrounded.

30 North Lotus Friday, June 10, 1966 6:30 am

The dream was so vivid, sweat poured from his forehead onto his brow. His hands got clammy. He stirred, then fought with the sheet that covered him. The firm knock on the door interrupted the battle.

“Lamar, honey, wake up. Time to get moving. The bathroom’s all yours. The other kids are

done and finished.”

“Ok, Ma. I’ll get going. I’m awake. Just thinking.”

Today’s the day. It is gonna be ugly. That’s for sure.

“Lamar, I know what you thinking. You thinking about those hillbillies. Them’s just white trash. Not worth your while.”

“Ma, they call us names. I’m tired of being called a Nig...”

Lamar’s mother smacked him across his face. The sting shocked him. She had never hit him before.

“Don’t you ever use that word in my presence,” she admonished. “I've heard it too many too many

times in my life. We’re not niggers! We’re black Americans and proud of it. Don’t you ever forget that!”

Lamar couldn’t help but see the pain ooze throughout her body. Tears flowed from her face,

dropping down on her waitress uniform, streaking her makeup. Her reprimand was worse than the slap.

Lamar moved next to his Mom and put his arm around her. He started to speak but she put her finger to his mouth.

“You hush up and listen. We talked about this. You’re the oldest son. You got a responsibility to this family. ‘Specially now that your Daddy’s gone. We took a chance, moved over the Cicero Avenue line to this neighborhood. Your Daddy and I worked hard to make sure the white folks knew we was serious about living here. Not making any trouble. Giving back through our church.”

Lamar’s Mom paused to take a deep breath. Her hands cradled in her lap, not around the shoulders of her eldest child. Gaining strength, she pointed her finger right in Lamar’s face.

“You got to get that chip off your shoulder and pay attention to what’s important, jus’ like we talked about before. Now, get moving. You’s got to walk your brother and sister to school.”

Lamar took a long look at his Mother, hair hanging down, strands not yet coiled into a tight bun which she wore on top of her head. In her red and white waitress uniform, she was almost ready for work. One shift for sure; two more than likely.

‘Ma, I’m going to find a way to make things right for you. No mo’ waitressing for uppity black and white folks. You’s going to be able to stay home and be a Ma when I gets through. I gots a plan and today looks like the day I can finally do something about it.”

“Don’t you go and get into trouble, young man. No more fighting with those kids from the other block. Your Daddy and I didn’t work this hard to get us out of Georgia for you to throw it away. You sitting in jail don’ do me or your family no good. Be smart. I know you are.”

“Yeah, I'm smart. And I’ll get straight right after we’s gets our payback. Those peckerwoods goin’ to be hurtin today. No mo’ waiting. Time has come.”

“Before you come downstairs, I want you to think about one more thing. You asked me last night how you can help the family. Get yourself some learning and a profession. Make something of yourself. Make me a proud Mama.”

Lamar’s Mom left his room to finish dressing for work while Lamar pondered her words. They sat heavy in his heart. He knew how much his parents sacrificed to move to this neighborhood. There were plenty of neighbors who didn’t take to their presence with open arms. That didn’t stop his Mom and Dad. They wanted a better place to raise their family.

Lamar got dressed and went into the kitchen for some sparse breakfast before walking his brother and sister to school.

“You quiet today,” said his sister. “That’s not like you. You always spouting off ‘bout somethin’ or ‘nother. Whassup?”“

Got some things on my mind, tha’s all,“ replied Lamar. “Now, finish up your breakfast so’s we’s can get to school. If we’s late again, Ma will have a fit.”

Lamar took a last bite of his toast and drank the remaining juice in his cup. His grip on the glass tightened as he thought about the events unfolding in his mind. He found it hard to concentrate on anything but the task at hand.

Today goin’ to be a special day, tha’s for sure. Got to sign in so’s we can leave right after lunch. The guys will be waiting for me. Those crackers will be movin’ towards our corner if we don’ take care of them, today. Got to protect our turf, the drugstore and the old man and his lady friend. Once we done, I’ll change my ways. Maybe.

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So much more

"Paul, do you like it?" She asked walking out of the bedroom in new sexy lingerie. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wore a black set. The panties rode high as the thong drove deep in between her ass cheeks.while the lace bra so delicate allowed him to see her nipples thru it.

"You look amazing" I said. Before I could even move she added

"Good I am sure Tyrone will love it" she told me.

"Right" I mumbled.

"Don't be like that, your mom bought it for me" she laughed. "She is happy I found someone to satisfy me." I knew she was telling the truth. My mom loved me but also knew I was always submissive ever since I was a boy.

"Your mom said she made up your old room for the night so I can have alone time" Kelly told me.

"Kelly can't we" I started.

"I ask for one night alone and what you complain, I mean if you could satisfy at all. I would be happy to" she started bitching at me.

"I am sorry, baby you are right I will go pack a bag" I said interrupting her. She just smiled

"Thank you, sweety. I am sorry I yelled. I just need to get laid. And he is so much more" she said kissing me on the cheek. I packed a bag and went to my mother's

"Paulie, I am so glad Kelly found herself a lover, I get to see you more" she said kissing me hello.

"Mom, do you have to encourage her" I whined.

"Paulie, don't start, I am not surprised your father had a small dick and could never satisfy me either." My mother said as she set dinner on the table. I did miss mom's cooking I thought. As we ate my mom continued.

"So this Tyrone, have you seen his cock?" My mother smiled.

"No, I met him once when we went to that club" I told her."

"Sorry Paulie no more talk of Tyrone, I am just jealous of Kelly is all. It's been a long time since I had a black man"

I hadn't know my father. My mother had dated even married two other men while I grew up. But she had never been faithful to any of them. I had spent my teen years laying in bed listening to my mother moan and scream in pleasure.

"So grandchildren?" my mother asked as if this was a way of changing the subject.

"Mommy" I whined

"She doesn't let you inside her anymore does she?" My mother patted my hand.

"No, she plays with it for me" I told her.

"That's sweet of her, have that special cuddle time" my mother said making me feel better about it.

"Well Kelly can still give me grandchildren" she told me. I was a bit confused

"They will be yours even if you didn't father them" my mother explained. I helped her do the dished.

"Its good to show Kelly how all the other ways you can help her. Like doing the dishes, you know taking on more responsibility around the house." My mother explained " Husband's have more duties then that in the bedroom"

We spent the rest of night watching TV and folding my mother's laundry. She taught me how to fold things correctly. She took great care in showing me how to fold her intimate things. I finally decided to head to bed, my room had not changed since I had moved out. I put on my Pajamas and was in bed when my mother knocked.

"Came to tuck you in" she kissed me on the cheek. " I haven't changed a thing since you moved out" she told me. "That includes" she reached under the corner of the mattress and pulled out an old pair of her panties. I had taken years ago.

"Just in case you want to change" she said dropping them on my chest as she left. Ten minutes later I get a text from Kelly saying goodnight she includes a pic of her on her knees sucking a huge black cock. I can't take it and I reach inside my pj's and play with my 4 inch dick. I tale mom's old panties and rub myself with them. I work myself up even more. I get up and take off my pj's. And slide the panties on.

I lay on bed and rub myself. Until I cum in them. I fall asleep.

In the morning my mother wakes me.

"Come on making pancakes" she says.

"Be right there" I tell her. I rush to the bathroom and strip of the panties tossing them in the hamper. I come out in myPj's. As I eating my mother comes in annoyed.

"You can't just throw panties like these in the hamper. They need to be hand washed" my mother says dropping the panties in my lap.

I am totally embarrassed .

"Come I will show you how" she says pulling me to the laundry room. She shows me how to hand wash delicates. Grabbing one of her bras and stockings as well. She talks about stains. From blood. Even dried cum.

"This is a wonderful way to show Kelly you truly except her having lovers" my mother tells me. After I shower and get dressed heading home. After Kelly texted my mom saying Tyrone had left.

My mother gives me the panties as I am packing. She just puts them in my bag. With a big smile.

"I want to show you something" my mother said. She took me into her room. She pulled out a big black dildo.

"Mom, I dont"

"Just listen, I spoke to Kelly. This is how big Tyrone is. She handed me the toy. I held it in my hand. It seemed inhuman. It was 10 inches long and so thick I could close my hand around it.

"When you see Kelly remember this is what she needs" she kissed my forhead I just stood there and held the toy for a moment. Before I put it away and headed home.

Kelly was still in bed when I got home. I noticed her clothes thrown around the room.i started to pick them up. I found the lingerie she had showed me. I took it and went to hand wash them leaving Kelly in bed.

Kelly comes up behind me as I am cleaning her panties.

"How I am spoiled." Her hand wrapping around me. "Come cuddle with me." I stop and turn to follow her she is naked. As she goes to get in the bed I notice her pussy is red and swollen. She showed me on purpose I realize when she paused so I could see.

I go to get in bed.

"No fair you have clothes on" she pouts I stripped and climb in I smell him, his cologne his sweat. Kelly cuddles against ne her butt against my no hard dick. As she turns on the TV. She just aimlessly flips thru channels finally stopping on an old sitcom.

"Your mother told me everything" she said "would you like to wear my panties whenever I meet with Tyrone" she rubs her ass against my dick. I don't do anything.

"You don't like this position" Kelly says." I understand it's okay I can be the Alpha in this marriage. You would rather fall into another role wouldn't you? She spun around she was behind me now. As she held me she rubbed my nipples.

"I will make the money, support the family, be the male type figure you never had. "You can take care of the house, raise the children"

"You won't have to worry about failing to please me either. My pussy is so sore. Will you kissing for me" she said I moved down and she spread her legs. I kiss her gently. She pulls me back up to the position. And teases me more.

"Tyrone is coming back tonight, so I already talked to your mom she is expecting you for dinner" Kelly had me shower with her. As she got dressed she pulled out a pink baby doll nightie and matching panties. And gave them to me.

"Something to wear to bed tonight" she smiled. I was still rock hard as I stood there naked. Kelly grabbed a tape measure.

"You always say 4 inches" she smiled. "That's what I thought" Kelly giggled. I looked down. "3 and 1/2and less then 3/4 inch thick" she says

"If you can go a whole week without playing with it, I will give you a blowjob, would you like that" she teased. That was 3 months ago, I have yet to go more then three days without coming.

We are going to have a wonderful life together.

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Note: English isn’t my first language. Hope you all like it. Please, give me your opinion with a reblog, fav or a note in my askbox :)

pairing: Louis!peaky blinders era x reader

warnings: explicit sex, unprotected sex (don't do that!), curse words, daddy kink, overstimulation, dirt talk, mention of jealousy, mention of astrology.

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Astrology

In my spare time I loved to read about astrology. It was a habit I adhered to since I was a teenager and now as an adult, it was my secret cringe.

So many times, the things described there met the personality traits of someone I knew and that made me believe it even more.

Sure, there were some holes in the script, but I had been in this world forever, so I just ignored that and kept it as a supposed truth and that was only affirmed when I met Louis.

Friends in common, I liked the way his accent sounded, a few drinks here and there, we shared the lighter to light the cigarette and ended up kissing at the end of the party at Calvin's house.

That was a year ago now.

I already knew all his quirks and as Louis lived more at my place than at his mansion here in London, he had to follow my rules, which was a little difficult even though he is Capricorn. Lately it was complicated to deal with him, because he seemed to ignore me and my weekly horoscope had already said that my relationship would be shaken by the smallest things and that I should be careful.

"Babe, don't leave your shoes like that. I already asked for them!" I complained as I placed our shoes side by side by the door. This was one of his manners that annoyed me deeply. "My friends will be here soon!"

"Nah." he muttered, not even looking at me.

I snorted and rolled my eyes, going to check the cheese and chocolate fondue I was preparing.

My friends Peter, Anne, Sam and Paul were coming over for happy hour. I am on vacation at work, an accounting office, so this is a perfect opportunity to hear what's new.

"Babe, is there any way to go to that grocery store down the street? I forgot that Anne has a gluten allergy and forgot to buy the gluten-free bagel." I stirred the melted cheese in the small pot on the stove.

No response from Louis.

Because my house is small, there's no way he couldn't hear me. I stretched my body back a little and in my half vision through the door, I could see that Louis was still concentrating on the smartphone game while gnawing on the corner of his left thumb.

I took another deep breath, it seemed that Louis became a child watching the games on the device and this was another flaw of his sign's characteristic, however I knew he was loyal and domineering, which eventually gave me an idea.

I turned off the stove and wrapped the fondues, putting them in the electric oven in warm-up mode so that they would not cool down.

My friends would arrive in half an hour, it was time to put my idea into practice.

I grabbed my purse, checked the pounds in my wallet, put on a sweatshirt and ran to the door.

"Luv, where are you going?" Louis asked without looking at me.

"Grocery store, babe." I put on my moccasins and closed the door.

It was dusk and for a change London was cold, for as soon as I passed the small gate in my driveway I sped to the grocery store.

As luck would have it, I found the guys a few meters from my house and ran to hug them.

"How are you, Y/N?" Sam, the blond girl with freckles and green eyes asked me as she released me from her hug.

"Fine! But I need a little help from all of you, specifically you, Paul and Anne." I pointed to them, who were inches away from me.

My couple of friends looked at me, Paul was a tall man with blue eyes, a muscular body and a beard. He was dating Anne, a tall, beautiful black woman with curly hair and honey-brown eyes with a mouth to envy.

"What happened?" Anne asked.

I explained to them that Louis seemed to be ignoring me as if I was just someone else working for him, but that he was the dominating type and so I wanted to tease him and see if we should continue with this relationship or if he was just distracted.

"I swear it won't go any further than that, I love Louis very much but this is killing me." I held the brown paper bag against me.

"Have you tried talking to him?" Peter suggested.

"Louis is a Capricorn, you know how it is. When he focuses on something, that's it." I rolled my eyes.

"That's fine with me, it will be fun watching a music star want to kill me because his wife wants me." Paul grabbed the bag from my hands and winked at me, and we laughed.

"It's fine with me too, you know I find it sexy to see men jealous." Anne winked at Paul, who closed his face, causing us to let out a few more low chuckles.

"I think there's a way we can help too." Sam put his arm around my neck and held Peter by the waist.

I had the best friends in the world.

"He simply came in halfway through the meeting with a huge mark on his neck. Emily wanted to climb the walls!" Peter commented on our co-worker.

We were all sitting on the floor of the room with the creams and fondue mixes on the coffee table. Louis was on my right side with black sweatpants and the jacket I loved so much, Paul was on my left side, next to him was Anne followed by Peter and Sam.

"But we know why Tom's nights out..." Sam looked at me suggestively and then looked at Anne. I straightened up waiting for what was to come.

Louis followed the conversation, sometimes hugging me around the waist and offering me something to eat. I just helped myself to a glass of red wine.

"Why?" Anne asked as if she didn't understand.

"Oh, you know, since the S/N went on vacation he has been gloomy, seems to have forgotten how to do calculations on the spreadsheets, and gets sad at lunchtime." Sam replied, alternating his gaze between Louis and me.

Louis, who was serving himself a piece of bread and cheese, grimaced, but said nothing.

"It's true, we know he's not over it yet."

I had the glass in my mouth trying to hold back the laugh I wanted to give.

"Get over what?" Louis asked me with a frown and I arched my shoulders, pretending not to know what they were referring to.

"Tom is in love with Y/N, Louis. Ever since she came to the office, he only has eyes for her." Anne answered by pouring herself some strawberry slices and pouring the melted chocolate on top. "You know, alluring and attractive men don't get over it so easily when they are dumped by a beautiful woman."

My eyes were watering from holding back tears of laughter. It was funny to imagine this situation, since Tom was a very well married gentleman, father of three children, and would soon be a grandfather.

"I'm going to get some more wine." I pushed myself to get up, because I needed to release the laughter that was stuck in me.

"I'll get it, babe." Paul took the glass from my hand, passing his hand through mine and stood up.

"Oh, thank you Paulie!" I smiled and sat back down.

Louis's face was red, he chewed angrily and stared at me. His blue eyes fixed on me in an uncomfortable way, as if he were reading my thoughts.

"What's up, babe?" I asked as Anne, Sam and Peter talked among themselves, I tried to stroke his face but he turned away.

"Nothing." he nodded, and I narrowed my eyes.

Paul returned with my full glass, I took it and thanked him again. Since I was sitting only on the carpet, I decided to do a little stretching. Purposefully, Paul looked at the open buttons of my black blouse that was thin and skinny long. Unconsciously, it was tighter than I usually wore which highlighted my breasts covered by the bra.

Louis seemed to notice, he huffed and ran his hand through his hair. I just ignored him and pretended to pay attention to my friends' conversation.

I felt his arm going around my shoulders and a few kisses on my neck, and I simply held myself together not to react, but it was so good his affection.

"We were talking about Tom before and now I remembered, can you believe that every day he comes into your office and wipes down your desk and computer?" Sam was sharp in the theater, I just wanted to thank her for that.

"And I'll tell you something else, he takes his shoes off before he comes in. " Peter continued.

Broadway was losing these actors to an accounting office. Louis leaned back on one of the sofas and crossed his arms with a brave expression.

"Tom has always been very nice to me." I commented, swirling the rest of the wine in my glass. "But I don't know..."

"I don't know, Y/N?" Louis spoke a little louder, turning his face abruptly to me.

"Yes, Tom is a nice guy but he is the kind of guy who ignores things I say, he was not organized and sometimes we almost missed deadlines... If he is like that at work, who will say to have a relationship with him."

I drank the rest of the wine and almost saw Louis erupt.

"Nothing beyond that stays between you?" I looked at Sam, who put his hand over his mouth, holding back his laughter, as did Anne, Paul, and Peter.

"Nah. " I repeated Louis' murmur from earlier and repeated his motion, leaning back against the couch behind me.

He ran his fingers through his bangs and chuckled gracelessly, denying it with his head. I narrowed my eyes in surprise at his reaction.

"It's getting late isn't it? Want some help cleaning up, petal?" Paul stroked my arm.

"I'll help my girl, Paulie." Louis imitated my voice when I called him and stared at Paul's hand on my arm, moving his mouth as if he were dissatisfied.

We talked some more, Louis was still silent and crossed his arms, his legs intertwined with each other and swinging rapidly.

I knew that Louis was about to explode, so I said goodbye to the guys who thanked me for the evening. Paul gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. They motioned for me to tell them by text what was going to happen, I silently agreed and closed the door.

Louis had gotten up and was removing things from the coffee table. I started to organize the room and finished taking the last dishes to the sink.

"You and this Tom guy, have you ever had anything?" Louis was sponging one of the dishes. His sleeves were rolled up, which gave me a view of the tattoos on his wrist that I liked so much.

I poured myself the rest of the wine and leaned back against the sink where he was standing.

"We only went out together once." Which was true, but it was with the rest of the office and nothing happened because his wife accompanied us and I saw him as a father or even an uncle. I would stay in my tantrum, yes, he was the one who should end his.

"Hm." Louis answered.

"Why the question?"

Louis remained silent, washing the dishes as if it were the most fun thing in the world.

"Louis? If I asked a question, I want an answer." I said angrily, tired of the tantrum.

He continued in silence. I took a deep breath trying to oxygenate my brain and continued to stare at him.

I drank the rest of the wine and left the glass in the sink. I walked slowly to the door, still trying to remain calm.

"Where are you going?" Louis asked.

I just turned and smiled, raising my two middle fingers in his direction.

"Fuck you!" I shouted nervously, pointing at him.

Without waiting for his response, I headed towards my room, but within three steps I felt something pulling me, two cold, wet hands.

Louis might be shorter than most men, but he still possessed great strength.

In one swift movement, I felt him turn me around and my back hit the wall to my right and my head bounced, causing me to grunt in pain.

Louis pressed his body against mine, my hands went up to push his chest.

"I don't want to talk, Louis." I said annoyed, almost in tears already.

"What's up, luv? Your babe wants to know... "Louis brushed his nose across my neck, soon after caressing my face by turning and pulling it slightly to the opposite side, my eyes automatically closed."What were those teasing things earlier?"

My body stiffened, I couldn't hide anything from him.

"Let go of me. " I asked, still pushing him slightly, but it came out more like a groan.

Louis let out a small laugh and began to distribute wet kisses down my neck, sometimes my body betrayed me and shivered.

Louis's right hand, which previously held my waist, lifted my blouse to gain access to the skin of my belly and with a rush, held my right breast, massaging it lovingly.

"I'm sure my girl is getting wet..." His warm breath hitched against the cartilage of my left ear. "You like to tease me by showing off those luscious breasts, but in the end you're all mine, aren't you?"

I groaned as if in agreement. My hands, which before had been pushing her breasts, had moved to her back, scratching the white fabric.

"Who's my little whore? Hm?" His teeth went to my jaw, scraping it lightly, and then down to my neck where I felt pressure being applied.

Oh, hell! He was marking me.

"I-I-I..." I answered weakly and brushed my crotch against his.

My body arched and I held on to his arms, I could already feel the throbbing in between my legs as they buckled.

"My silly little girl!" He moved a few inches away from me and I opened my eyes, staring at Louis's long lashes in front of his blue orbs that were almost covered by his dilated pupils. "I saw what you did with the whole Tom and Paulie thing."

When I regained consciousness, I bit my lower lip and smiled mischievously, returning my hands to his back.

"What are you going to do about it, stud?" I teased.

Louis's hands went around my waist as he made a point of kissing me fiercely and hotly. My hands grabbed his face, pulling him to me, afraid that he would just stop and leave me there, hot and needy for his touch.

His hands went down to unbutton my jeans and unzip me. I let out a moan in anticipation and I could feel him smile in the middle of the kiss.

Louis pulled away from me and spun me around, placing me face down against the wall.

"Louis..." I moaned softly, thrusting my ass toward him.

I felt his pelvis fit over my ass and his member was already hardening, I tried to make more contact, but his hands on my waist stopped me.

"I know, luv... I want you too." I felt his chest against my back as I closed my eyes and rested my head on the wall and pressed my hands against it, trying to support myself. "I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock as I fuck you very slowly, because I know you like to feel my cock pulsing in you."

I was already dizzy, biting my lower lip trying to hide my moans, until Louis pulled away and his hands hooked on the hem of my jeans and pulled them down.

"Spread your legs, Darlin'"

I did as he cried out, with a little difficulty because my jeans were still binding my legs and the state of my panties was embarrassing.

His hand slid up and down my ass, and then slapped me with his open hand, which made me jump in surprise.

"My girl doesn't like to be neglected, huh?" Shivers ran through me, my breathing was heavy and my brows furrowed and more slaps came, making my skin burn and my eyes water. "You get needy for my cock when I don't fuck you, don't you?"

In one swift act, my panties were keeping company with my jeans. I pushed my hips even higher, rubbing one leg against the other in an effort to relieve the agony my clit felt.

"Daddy will take care of you, luv!" I heard some noises and then the glorious sensation of Louis's hot tongue running over my pussy.

"Louis!" I moaned loudly and his breath hitched against my exposed intimacy as he let out a laugh. His hands grabbed my thighs and spread them even further apart, leaving me wide open for him.

Louis's tongue ran from my sensitive spot to my entrance, sucking and licking. I swayed my hips trying to get closer, but whenever I did he laughed and ran just the tip of it all the way over. My eyes rolled back and a vibration came in the pit of my stomach.

He didn't last long there, but the sound of my wetness clicking on his tongue was something out of reality.

"Babe, please..." My right arm kept pushing against the wall while my left was bent and I massaged my breasts, trying to relieve myself somehow.

"What's wrong, kitten?" Louis groaned and blew against me.

I turned my head to the side and Louis had stood up, taking off his sweatpants along with his underwear and his white jacket, and threw them on the floor beside us.

"Daddy..." I murmured.

Louis' member was hard, and with the glans of his member shiny and pink, his left hand wrapped around it, going up and down slowly. Louis stroked my ass with his free hand, his lower lip was biting and his head eventually fell back as he sighed.

He knew how sexy I found the veins in his hands tensing up and showing as he played with his cock. The tattoos on his wrist added a special touch.

"Lucky for you I want to get it over with, luv... Otherwise you'd have to beg me to fuck you..." He spoke as his cock touched me, dragging and teasing me, making me almost fall to my knees on the floor. "I'm going to fuck your little pussy so hard, babe? I want to hear you moan for the rest of the night, do you want to feel my cock all the way in here?" His finger ran across my entrance, giving me mini shocks in that area.

I mumbled the only sound left in my throat. I turned my face forward and leaned my forehead against the wall. He knew how much I melted for his dirt talk.

My arm against the wall was aching, my forehead was sweaty, and my legs were almost giving way from the way they trembled.

Louis launched himself inside me without warning, burying his wet member until his balls slammed against my clit.

A scream tore through my throat, my nails digging into the wall. Louis didn't even give me time to get used to it, he immediately began thrusting against me. Back and forth, thrusting hard and trying to go all the way in. I was panting as was he, my eyes still closed, enjoying his member filling me.

I turned my face to the side opening my eyes and I could cum right there at the sight, my heart throbbed even more seeing Louis with his nails digging into my hips, his tattooed chest and arms tensed tightly and his head relaxed back with his mouth ajar.

"Fuck!" My eyelids fluttered and I could feel the anguish in my uterus rising.

"My girl is so hot, so warm and tight ... oh!" Louis went down again and if it wasn't for the euphoria, I could feel him almost ripping me in half with his cock slamming against my uterus.

I tilted my head back and one of Louis' hands grabbed my loose hair and formed a sort of ponytail. His hand forced my neck, causing my body to arch and my ass to bulge even more.

My back began to ache as his hipbones crashed against my muscles, he had never caught me this way before and I was already addicted to it. Louis let go of my hair and went back to kneading the sides of my hips.

I put my arm in front of me and bit down on it, feeling my face hit him lightly with the thrusts, my throat aching with the moans, and Louis murmured my name as he tried to sink even deeper inside me.

"Whose pussy is this, babe? Who fucks it hard and the way you like it?" Louis, still not stopping his thrusts, rotated his hips and a wave of ecstasy hit me at the cervix. My pussy clenching rapidly, I was getting there. Louis fucked me so fast that I couldn't even scream.

"You, babe! Only you, Louis!" I spoke softly and felt him kiss me on my back.

"Are you sure, babygirl?" Louis teased and again I felt his chest against my spine.

His cock was halfway out of me and seconds later I was already missing him, which didn't last long as I pushed my hips back against him, burying his cock back into me. I stood on my tiptoes and his member reached the hidden spot that Louis sometimes managed to reach.

"Come on my cock, babe! Because I'm going to mark you, fill you with my milk... Do you want it, my naughty little girl?"

My breath came out of my lungs in a sharp intake of breath. My body exploded inside, shuddering as Louis forced himself to orgasm. Small jolts ran through me, and the ground no longer seemed to be beneath my feet.

My man's nails sank into my skin, his thrusts became sloppy and a loud moan came from Louis' chest, his cock swelled even more inside me and I felt hot spurts fill me, joining my liquid. He groaned loudly and his hands gripped my waist tightly, easing the grip seconds later. Violent trembling came over my knees, causing me to close my eyes in shame as Louis continued inside me and hugged me from behind.

"What's up, Luv? Did I hurt you?" He pushed my hair away from my sweaty, flushed face. Louis kissed the top of my head and I could feel some shocks from the orgasm still being delivered and the delicious feeling of having him inside me.

I nodded positively and then negatively, answering his questions.

"Sorry about the last few days, I was so distracted, thinking about the new album, and then I realized that I didn't do the right thing to the point where my perfect girl insinuated herself to our friend and they talked about some guy at work."

"How did you find out?" I lay my face against the wall, feeling the frosty, chilling cold on my face. I was tired, almost closing my eyes.

"I know you, darlin'... You can't lie, your sign says so."

I covered my face in shame that he knew my shameful secret. Louis pulled his member out of me and already I felt it go limp, Louis tightened his embrace around my buttocks and his arms wrapped around mine, tucking me in.

"Thanks for not giving up on your Capricorn. He'll pay more attention to his girl."

I nodded and turned around, kissing him slowly, feeling his tongue caress mine calmly and tenderly. He was everything to me, giving him up would be the last thing I would ever do.

I pulled away still hugging him and could see his sweaty bangs.

"Thanks for the sex against the wall, it was amazing." I blinked, placing a kiss on his chin.

"Maybe tomorrow you'll rethink it." His face turned into a smile, kissing my cheeks.

I stared at him even longer, not understanding his statement.

"Uh... I may or may not have left some... marks." He gave me his best puppy dog face, squeezed my ass, and kissed my neck lightly.

I rolled my eyes eagerly to see these possible marks.

"All right, they're marks from my Capricorn..." I said, kissing him and jumping on his lap. "But if you ignore me again, you won't have sex against the wall or anywhere else." I shook his shoulder to get his attention and he agreed.

"No more Capricorn stuff!" He promised, raising his right hand.

Astrology thing or not, I loved the guy standing in front of me.

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