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ghostselena · 2 years

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Babe, I'm literally Spider-Man

Pairing: Rafe Cameron X Reader

Summary: Rafe bought a Spider-Man suit, making it his mission to annoy you throughout the day

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Rafe being a dork, dirty moments, fluff, 18+

a/n: Ohhh I wanted to make this longer but I might turn this into like 2-3 parts just because I was inspired by this one tik tok that said, "imagine him in a Spider-Man suit" and I just had to write this out. This is slightly edited as well :) this was also the story where I tried to photoshop rafe for two weeks straight and just gave up lmao

Dont post this anywhere as yours, please, and thank you. Enjoy!

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"Rafe, I swear to god." Your annoyed voice echoed around the living room, your eyes following his movements

The sound of your boyfriend jumping around each individual couch cushion driving you insane. He decided to buy himself a Spider-man suit after your latest movie night, He was determined to make you watch each and every single movie from scratch.

"You gotta understand the storyline, the movie won't make sense if you don't." he'd say, crossing his arms as you huffed, empty popcorn bowl in hand before standing up to refill it for what felt like the 10th time, you were only on the third movie, his excitement blowing through the roof to show you Andrew Garfield's movie.

Not only that, he'd taken you to watch the new spider-man movie over 6 times at the theater since it came out.

"Babe, my hands feel tingly and shit, what if I'm the next Spider-man?" He argues, shaking the silly string can before spraying you with it for the third time today, a big childish smile on his face

You closed your eyes, the white string spraying itself all over your face and hair. Taking in a deep breath you get up, leaving the room and into the kitchen where he followed, mask in hand

"I'm gonna beat you with a stick if you step any closer, Rafe," Your hands were pressed against the counter, a chuckle coming from him, arms wrapping themselves around your waist, "Dont be like that, give me a kiss,"

"Rafe."

"Babe, just a smooch," He whined, pressing his lips to the side of your neck, slowly making his way up to your cheeks, leaving them there, setting down the mask on the counter to trap you from leaving.

"I'm not giving you no smooch," Your voice mumbled as you pressed your face against your shoulder, avoiding his lips, turning around and pressing your hands against his chest, pushing him back softly.

Giving in to him was dangerous, very dangerous when he felt soft.

"Missing out," he states, pulling away from you, hands slowly sliding down your body, hand slapping your ass before turning away, winking back towards you as he left the kitchen.

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Not even 30 minutes later, he was jumping onto this small trampoline he had bought to practice his backflips, sending you into what felt like your third cardiac arrest in the past 5 minutes.

You knew he was doing this on purpose, the only way to grab your attention after annoying you was doing this, and dammit was it working.

"RAFE! you're gonna break your damn neck," You yelled, anxiously sitting back on the pool's lounge chair.

He was a 5-year-old stuck inside a 19-year-old boy's body. As mad as you wanted to be towards him for doing dumb stunts, you just couldn't. Growing up in Sarah's shadow took away so many moments with his dad, you'd learn to-

"RAFE!" you interrupted your own thoughts as he fell onto the floor, the yoga mat you placed just in case protecting his dumb ass, literal ass, a groan followed by the sudden fall.

"Babe, I think I broke my back,"

"No shit. It looked like it hurt Rafe, let me take a look," You got down on your knees, carefully zipping down the costume from his body, your eyes scanning in every direction possible, not a single bone looked out of place, at least you hoped you were right

"Jeez, take me on a date first," He joked, the cool air caused him to shiver slightly, a smirk on his face as he thought to himself, his plan worked.

"I think we should go to the hospital, just in case," You sigh, sliding his costume back up and sitting next to him, placing your head on your knees, eyeing him slowly.

His hair was slicked back, cheeks with a hint of red and sweat running down his forehead, he looked so innocent, yet you knew he was far, very far from it in other things.

"I think if you kiss me it'll make it better,"

"I don't think-"

His lips were on you before you could finish, his arms pulling you on top of his lap to keep you still. You gave up on teasing him, your lips melting against his, your hands ran through his hair, gripping it in your hands, a soft grunt coming from his mouth

You smirked against his lips, teasingly grinding down against him, his hand coming down to swat against your ass, making you jump at the sudden smack, "Stop that." He groans, hands holding onto your thighs tightly

"Hm, why should I?" you ask, your hands roaming his chest, feeling every inch, hidden away by the thin material, "Cause, you shouldn't start something you can't finish,"

"Try me."

Your words were enough for him, pulling you up with him and throwing you over his shoulder swiftly, a squeal leaving your body as he walked up the stairs towards his room, "Careful what you wish for, y/n."

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The rest of your day was filled with enough activities to keep you sore for the next few days.

a now calm and content Rafe was laying on your thighs, your hand running through his hair gently as he relaxed against your touch.

Now, where were we? You've learned to deal with Rafe's mood swings, which happened very often. But once he explained the way his father would treat him as he grew up, you devoted yourself to love him for the way was, and instead of pushing him away, you helped him.

Instead of letting him go out to drink by himself, you'd tag along, if he invites you on this occasion of course. Drink Mai tais together and his friends, a calm and joyful environment surrounded the four of you. Kelce and Topper have also learned to be better towards the pogues because they too were friends of Sarah. Any friends of hers were also your friends, and Rafe's, even if he hated the idea of it.

That never stopped you though, in the two years that you've dated Rafe, no one could calm him the way you did when it came to a brawl between his friends and the pogues.

A kiss against your leg brought you back from your thoughts, bright blue eyes staring back at you with a sleepy smile, "Hey there,"

"Well, don't you look handsome,"

He kept the suit on through everything, deciding to tease you one last time before taking it off to rest.

After he woke up from his calming nap against your leg, he was back to running around the house freely, enjoying the trust his parents dad gave him to take care of it while away on a trip.

You followed his movement with your eyes as he jumped around each couch, landing next to you, pressing his lips on yours, and pulling back before you could react, a wide grin on his face.

"I fucking love you,"

You pressed your hands against his cheek gently, squishing them playfully, "and I love you, dork."

"Mm, have my babies,"

"What?"

"Like right now?"

"Huh? no-no, I mean you can, if you wanna but I was just saying just in case you-"

"Maybe in two years,"

"Deal." He smiled, pulling you on top of him and pressing his lips against yours once more, enjoying the warmth that it brought him inside

You happily kissed his lips, sighing contently against them, wrapping your arms around his neck, "You know, I technically did shoot out a white web out of my body today," Rafe mumbles in between your kisses, making you pull back and stare at him in confusion

"What do you mean?"

He just stared at you with the biggest smirk, waiting for you to realize as you just stare at him with a confused look, "You know."

What could he mean by that? A white web out of his- pause.

You smack his shoulder once you register what he meant, your cheeks bright red from embarrassment, "You're so annoying, shut up." You say, hiding your face against his shoulder, laughing quietly,

"Make me"

"Rafe."

"Hmm?"

Grabbing his mask that he'd drop next to you on the couch, you slide it on and turn around to make your way up the stairs quickly, not before telling Rafe, "Only if you catch me,"

With Rafe right behind you as you ran, all that could be heard throughout the house were screams, squeals, and nothing but a strong aura of love for one another

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soyforramen · 3 years

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If I'm not too late, for the writing prompts: 9 and/or 47, dealer's choice

· “Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!”

· You’re my ex but I think I still have feelings for you

Angst below, in an AU timeline...ish

It felt like a fire had lit up her lungs, the smoke crawling up her throat and choking her until her breath rasped out into the cold night air. Behind her, Jughead stumbled, his breathing coming like tidal waves. Betty spared a quick glance at him as she yanked at his arm and pointed to the ridge beyond.

“Just over there,” she lied.

It was becoming easier and easier to lie to him.

On their way up the ridge her feet slipped in the muddy wet leaves. Her knees hit the ground and her teeth rattled hard enough to see stars. Jughead slipped an arm around her waist and dragged her up the rest of the hill, his breath erratic.

It was another ten minutes until they finally reached Archie’s car, the only one in the Sweetwater parking lot. Not many people went hiking at 4 a.m., let alone to go chase down a kidnapped ex.

Thunder rolled above them, the vibrations lingering deep in her bones, and they leaned around the car. Jughead’s hand were on his knees, his breath gasping and desperate. His wiped at the water trickling down his face and coughed hard. Betty kneeled on the ground, hands grasping at the loose asphalt as she forced herself to focus on counting rather than what she’d encountered tonight.

“What the hell was that for?” Jughead wheezed.

Betty shook her head, still unable to talk through her sore throat. She let out a slow breath – 1, 2, 3, 4 – and breathed in again.

“Why’d you try and save me?” he yelled over the thunder. A crack of lightening illuminated them and she was startled by the intensity in his eyes.

“Did you want me to leave you back in there?” she shot back. Stars colored her eyes as she tried to stand, and she listed to one side, grasping for the car to keep her balance.

Jughead snarled and paced towards the far end of the parking lot, ignoring the pouring rain around them. From his limp, Betty assumed he had a Charlie Horse. Betty wanted to chide him about not taking care of his body, about his inability to treat it as something better than a dumpster for all his repressed feelings. It wasn’t her place, though. Not anymore.

Besides, it seemed cruel to point out, especially after he’d been on the verge of being tortured –

“I don’t need your help,” he said when he returned, his words still punctured by small gasps. “I had everything covered.”

She snorted and stood up to face him. A chill ran through her as the wind picked up, but she diverted the movement into massaging at her damaged wrist. Jughead, still as perceptive as ever, didn’t miss her wince. He reached towards her, his eyes fixed on her wrist. Realizing what he was about to do, he stopped short and bent over to retie his shoe.

Even from this angle Betty could see how thin he was.

“I’m sure you did,” she said. Even as the adrenaline seeped out of her body she still couldn’t keep the acid from her voice. “That great, big escape plan of yours was going swell, though I’m curious as to what you were planning after you got chained up in the basement and held to the wall with duct tape. Or did I miss something when I broke in?”

Half her words were covered up by an angry burst of thunder. Perhaps it was for the best; they’d both been through a lot. Or, perhaps it would have been better to put it all out there, fight out their anger until there was nothing left remaining.

Jughead’s lip curled, and Betty knew he’d caught enough.

Betty narrowed her eyes. Despite everything, she still didn’t know whether to trust him. There had been too much time between them, too much space and anger and - Not to mention his aliens and her serial killer.

“You can’t drive stick with a broken wrist.”

“It’s not broken,” she said petulantly, her lip pursed like Juniper’s when she didn’t get the last cookie.

Knowing that he was right, she dug into her coat pocket, angry with Jughead and herself. Another gust of wind blew through their wet cloths, and they huddled into the cab of the truck. As the engine turned over, Jughead scrubbed at the window with his damp shirtsleeves, trying to break through the fog that had followed them. The water streaked across, unable to change, and he gave up on the idea. With a grunt, he shifted into drive and turned towards town.

“Stupid,” he muttered, and Betty side-eyed him.

Her first instinct was that he was talking about her, and she bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep from snapping. After everything she’d done tonight, and he still couldn’t think anyone could care for him. Betty stared out of the window, her fingers pushing and prodding against the delicate skin on her wrist, revealing in the sharp jolts of pain and irritation. Eventually the pain cleared through her fog of anger and she realized he was likely talking to himself.

“Just –“

Jughead stopped, cursing under his breath. They came to a blind curve, halfway under water, and he shifted to first gear. As they crept along Betty’s eyes began to shut. She could feel her muscles relaxing as the adrenaline wore off, and the only thing that kept her awake was the potholes in the road. In the flashes of lightening above them, she could see Jughead’s jaw clenching as he worked to keep something in check.

Fine, she thought idly as darkness consumed her. Let him be mad. It wouldn’t be the first time he didn’t want to be near her.

She was startled awake when the engine stopped. In front of them was the Andrews’ home, normally bright and cheery, but in this light it was eerily still in the pouring rain.

“He’s not home tonight,” Jughead said flatly. “You can stay in his room. Unless you want to go home.”

Betty shook her head, trying not to let her fear overtake her. The house was empty and would be for the next week. They still hadn’t heard anything about Polly, and Alice had taken the twins upstate to try and get their mind off of it. After tonight (any night, every night, ever since – she cut off that particular voice, struggling to keep that terrible week out of her head), the last thing she wanted to do was to be alone.

The thought sent a shudder through her and she wrapped her arms around herself to try and keep the chill from sprinting down her back.

Jughead nodded, still staring straight ahead. He’d pulled the keys from the ignition and was now jangling them in his hand. He opened the car door and stepped out into the rain, not seeming to care whether Betty followed him or not. She scrambled out of the car, towards the front door and slipped in after him.

She held her breath, waiting in the long stretch of dark, for the lights to turn on. When they did, it was nothing more than Archie’s living room, still messy and smelling slightly of old clothing and pizza.

Jughead stalked towards the kitchen, his face set in an emotion she couldn’t discern anymore. A gut feeling told her it was because she was a stranger here, one who was encroaching not only on his ‘investigation’ but also on his personal space.

“I’ll make coffee,” Jughead said gruffly. “Take a shower or you’ll catch a cold.”

The way he’d said it, matter-of-factly and without any emotion behind it, contrasted so sharply with the fact that he’d remembered. He remembered, and wanted to let her know he’d remembered that she was prone to get colds when it rained. These little things twisted the knife deeper into her back and she tried not to think about her last foray into this home.

“Thanks,” Betty said softly.

She barely glanced at the mirror when she stepped into the bathroom. A thick cover of mud coated her lower half, while leaves had taken up residence in her hair. Her wrist, still throbbing and sore, was a swollen bright red. As bad as she might have looked, Betty revealed in the metaphorical duality of it all. Long ago, she might have said she was a good person, untouched by the corruption of life. Now, though, she felt as dirty and broken as she looked.

Pity about the boots though. Real suede apparently didn’t mix well with the more wild side of life. Betty didn’t dare think about what it would cost to buy Veronica a new pair.

The pipes groaned as the water warmed up. Peeling off her clothes was a chore, the damp, clinging clothes didn’t want to cooperate. The wet slap of them on the floor was a loud echo as she stepped into the shower.

The warm water was practically sinful after tonight. She let it cascade down her skin and shut her eyes to the world around her. Every inch of her body felt sore and bruised. She dreaded even thinking about how she’d feel tomorrow.

A draft of cold air sent goosebumps along her skin and Betty stilled. She trusted Jughead, of course, and yet…

The door shut again, and she peered around the curtain to find a set of clothing on the counter. Her heart stopped when she recognized a grey S from so long ago. Reluctant to let it out of her sight, Betty pulled the shower curtain to. He’d always had a bad habit of forming sentimental attachments to things, to items that had no right to such kindness.

But to have kept that shirt all these years? To have kept her shirt? Surely not. Surely her eyes, tired and sore from lack of sleep, had deceived her.

The ghost of her guilt churned again, deeper this time. A sharp pain went through her stomach – of guilt? regret? hope?

Betty picked up the bar of soap in her uninjured hand and scrubbed at her skin, hot tears running cold against her cheeks. Careless. She was always so careless with everything worth while. Archie’s hands ghosted across her skin, his lips, his whispers they both knew were lies. She was only looking for an escape, not another well to get trapped in. This time, though, she couldn’t think of a single way to escape.

A sob broke from her lips, and then another, and another. She shoved her fist against her mouth and curled up at the bottom of the tub. It was all she could do to keep from breaking up. A part of her, the one that saw reason, was surprised it hadn’t happened earlier tonight when she’d seen Jughead half-conscious with a red welt on his forehead. His head lolled absently against a support beam. His hands tightly bound with duct tape. Tight enough they were turning purple. Those stupid glasses lay at his feet only to reflect the beam of her flashlight onto the chains that bound him.

Images, real and imagined, flashed before her eyes. The well. TBK laughing above her. Polly, bound and gagged in the back of a cab. The twins, facedown in Sweetwater. Squeeky Fromme’s dead eyes staring up at the night sky, milky and flat. Jughead’s hands –

Betty shook her head, trying to shake the images away. No, that hadn’t happened, she chanted internally. It’s not real.

Not this time.

Long after the water had run cold, Betty finally came back to herself. Her movements were slow and forced; her head felt uselessly full of cotton. With a groan, she stood up and gasped as pins and needles threw her back to the ground. Unable to do anything, Betty turned off the water, gritting her teeth as she waited for the feeling to come back into her legs.

Into her life, even.

Now, with only the steady drip of a leaky faucet to keep her company, Betty heard just how quiet it was in the house. The wind blew outside, stronger than ever, but it seemed as if the house itself had gone into hibernation. Jughead had likely gone to bed, she realized. Or maybe he’d been smart enough to know he should see a doctor after all.

Perhaps that would be best. Then they could both pretend tonight had never happened and go back to the chilly detente they’d found themselves living in.

With an anticipatory wince, Betty hauled herself up and out of the tub. As she reached for the towel, she realized that the shirt loudly proclaimed ‘El Royale Gym’ in bright red letters. She scowled at the dancing rooster, ordering it to be something other than it was. Clearly, though, she’d been wrong.

Roughly, she pulled the shirt over her head, her damp hair catching at the collar, and stepped into the gym shorts. Why she put herself through this, why she tortured herself with something so impossible –

“Coffee’s on the counter,” Jughead said when she stepped out. His fingers flew over the keyboard, his eyes never leaving the screen.

At least some things never changed, she supposed. Even that, though, rang hollow after what they’d been through tonight.

Betty wrapped her hands around the mug, grateful for something to occupy herself with. She sipped at it a moment, giving him the chance to say something. Do something. When he didn’t, she didn’t know whether she felt relief, or disappointment.

It wasn’t until she reached the stairs that he finally spoke.

“Just tell me why you did it,” he said.

She hesitated, knowing that this was her own personal Maginot line. Crossing this would mean the end of one life, and the beginning of another strange reality, one where she would have no control.

“Why did you come after me? Why didn’t you call Sheriff Keller, or Archie, or –“

“Because I’m still in love with you,” Betty said. Her voice was no more than a soft sigh, but it was enough to bring about a sudden calmness.

The calm before the storm, she thought morbidly. Whatever would happen now, whatever was said…

She waited, counting to a hundred. When he didn’t say anything, she set the coffee down on a side table and went to Archie’s room, shutting the door softly behind her.

(Part 2 here)

#bughead fanfic #prompt #riverdale #but instead of saying art i'm saying angst (with the long a like ahngst)#pretend i'm posing like that art dude from the iron giant

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years

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DOMINANT KAI

Pairing | Kai Parker x reader

Warnings | SMUT!!, rough sex, dominant male, oral (female and male reviving), fingering, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms (both)

Word count | 2902

Summary | you’re living with the Parkers because your parents died but we're good friends of Joshua. While you're there you become really close with Josette and you and Kai have lots of sexual tension. (You're 18 and Kai is 19 in this).

A/n | I kind of got carried away... (also character is on the pill so it’s not unprotected sex)

3 months. I'd been living with the Parkers for 3 months now. I rolled out of bed and wandered downstairs, grabbing a hoodie from the chair in the corner of my room on my way out. As I walked into the kitchen the scent of bacon filled my senses. I always loved Saturday mornings in the Parker house - it was family breakfast day. Pancakes, bacon, fresh juice, coffee. I walked in, greeted by Jo straight away. "Morning, y/n." I smiled back, "Good morning, Jo." I pulled my hoodie over my head and walked over to the stove, grabbing the spatula from her. "I got this, you did it last week. Go enjoy the freedom." I joked. Jo smiled and thanked me, before disappearing upstairs. I flipped the pancakes and clicked on the CD player, putting in a random CD from the cupboard. I danced around a little bit while pouring more batter into the pan before turning my attention to the bacon, flipping it over and rejoicing in the sizzling sound.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, a hot breath on my ear. "Your ass looks so sexy in those little shorts." Kai whispered, but before I got the chance to turn around he'd backed away, heading over to the draw and grabbing some knives and forks. He walked over to the table and laid out the utensils neatly by the plates I had already gotten out. "No good morning? No 'how did you sleep'?" Kai said sarcastically. I was just staring at him. Over the past week he had started doing stuff like that more and more, whispering dirty things in my ear, "accidentally" walking in on my showering, touching my ass when no one was looking. "Bacon's burning." He said, pointing at the pan behind me. I snapped out of my trance and turned around, instantly turning off the heat and putting the bacon onto a plate. I finished off the pancakes and brought the two plates over to the table and set them down in the middle. "Where's Jo?" Kai asked, knowing she was usually the one to be cooking. I grabbed the juice out the fridge and set it on the table with some cups too. "I think she went to shower. I told her I'd cook this week."

Kai reaches forward and grabbed a pancake, drizzling it with syrup. He cut a piece off and popped it in his mouth, practically moaning as he chewed. "I wish you'd cook more often. You're amazing at it." He said, mouth full of his next bite and he hungrily ate the food. I smiled and walked over to sit in my usual set next to him as everyone filled into the kitchen and sat at the table. "Food looks wonderful, y/n. Thank you." Joshua said - with a slight bitter undertone. He didn't like me because Kai liked me. It was odd - how Kai was treated so differently. Me and kai got on well because I was the only one who understood him. I saw what his dad did to him and it broke my heart because Kai was such a sweet guy, really.

Everyone dug in and after a few minutes I felt Kai's hand trail up my thigh, going agonising slow. "So, Josette, how's Sam?" Joshua asked. Sam was Jo's boyfriend and he got on really well with Joshua but not so much with me and Kai. I saw Kai's expression turn sour for a moment at the mention of Sam's name before returning to normal. His hand got higher and higher before brushing against my clothes core. I look at him but his gaze was fixed on his food. I stifled a whimper as he pressed a little harder - focusing on my breakfast. "Oh he's doing great, dad. He's just got a scholarship for some sorts collage nearby." Jo said excitedly. Kai suddenly got up, taking his plate and leaving it in the sink. "Where do you think you're going, Young man?" Joshua said sternly. "My room. I have work to do. I'd hate to bother you guys with the full details of my life." Kai said bitterly, brushing by me as he left. "Meet me in my room when your done." He whispered in my ear. I gulped and kept eating, the table falling under as awkward silence.

I finished my food and cleared the table, heading upstairs. I new everyone was going out but both me and Kai didn't want to so we had opted out earlier in the week. I heard the front door close and walked down the hall to Kai's room and hesitantly knocked on the door. The door opened and Kai stood there with a smile. "Hi." He said happily. I smiled and said hi back quietly. "Come in." He said, stepping out the way and closing the door behind me as I stepped in. I stood in the middle of his room, suddenly aware that I was in tiny pyjama shorts and a tank top. I felt his arms snake around my waist from behind me. He pressed a gentle kiss to my neck before whispering, "I can't stop thinking about you." He kissed my neck again, trailing up and down to my collar bone. "Ever since I heard your pretty little moans the other week-" I gulped, "y-you heard that?" He chuckled lightly. "Of course I did sweetheart. I'm always home. And from the sounds of it you thought you were alone with your boy toy." I sighed as he found my sweet spot, which he began nipping and sucking at until there was a bruise. "It was meaningless. A one night stand. I haven't even spoken to him since." I breathed. Kai smirked against my skin. "You're not a virgin then. Good, otherwise I think I might break you." I gulped at his words, a tingly feeling shooting straight through me. I was excited at the thought.

His hands started to explore as I melted into him. He grabbed my boob in one hand while trailing the other down the my heat, slipping it under the waist band of my shorts. "No panties. Naughty girl." He cooed in my ear. "I can't wait to have you moaning and thrashing beneath me." He breathed in my ear. I shivered, the words going straight to my core. He pressed his hard on into my ass, beginning to rub circles on my clit. I moaned quietly. He slipped his fingers lower, teasing my entrance. "So wet and I've barely touched you, sweetheart." Kai whispered. I moaned out loudly as he pushed two fingers into me, curling them around and pulling them out to the tips slowly - making me feel every inch - before pushing them back in again. His thumb continued to draw circles on my clit, driving me insane and making me a moaning, whimpering mess. "Fuck." I moaned as his pace spread up again. "Kai I'm c-close." He dipped his head down and started kissing my neck again, getting rough with his fingers - trying to push me over the edge. "I know sweetheart." I screamed out as I came, shaking and falling into his arms more. If it weren't for Kai holding me into him, I'd probably be on the floor.

He spun me around and his lips were on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth and dominating the kiss. His hands gripped my waist while mine were tangled in his hair, trying to pull him as close as possible. “Knees, now.” Kai demanded as we pulled away for air. I sank down to my knees before him, eye-level with his bulge. I looked up at him and he nodded, a sign to continue and take his trousers off. I pulled them down his legs, his boxers following. His length sprang up and hit his stomach and I bit my lip thinking about it inside of me. I wrapped my small hand around it and pumped him a few times before kitten-licking the tip. He groaned and wrapped his fingers in my hair - pulling it into a make-shift ponytail. I took his length into my mouth and began bobbing my head back and forth, keeping eye-contact with Kai the whole time. I took him all the way, hollowing my cheeks and gagging as he hit the back of my throat. He moaned and I placed my hands on his thighs for support. He tugged my head back and held me so I was looking at him. “I think you need that pretty mouth of your fucked. Don’t you, y/n?” I swallowed and nodded, his dick back in my mouth. He held my head still and began thrusting his hips forward, so his cock hit the back of my throat every time. Tears streamed down my face from my gag reflex and Kai held me down on his length so my nose brushed his stomach. He pulled me back so I could breathe and repeated the action a few more times before going back to just fucking my mouth. “Fuck, you look so innocent looking up at me - even with my cock in your mouth.” Kai groaned. He let out a string of curse words as he came, coating my tongue with his seed. I pulled back when he was done, a string of salvia connecting his tip and my lips. It broke when he reached down and grabbed my chin, tilting my head upwards and pushing his thumb into my mouth. He pried my mouth open and smirked. “Good girl, you swallowed it all.” He praised, pushing his index and fore fingers into my mouth, letting my swirl my tongue around them before pulling them out and yanking my to my feet again. “Tired yet?” He asked and I nodded slightly.

"I'm only just warming up." Kai smirked at me. He scooped me up bridal-style and dropped me on his bed, crawling over me and placing a lustful kiss on my lip. He straddled me, his hands sliding over my hips and under my top - pulling it up with them. I sat up slightly so he could pull it over my head before chucking it on the floor. Kai stared at my chest hungrily, whispering, "beautiful." Before delving in and swirling his tongue around my nipple, rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned and he smirked against my skin, his hand trailing to my shorts again. He hitched his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down my legs, letting me kick them off and onto the floor. He looked up and made eye contact with me while he kissed down my body to my core. He licked a bold strip through the middle making me moan out before kitten-licking my clit. I brought a hand down to his hair, tugging at his brown locks. He teased me entrance with his fingers again, dipping them in and out, hitting my spot repeatedly. I let out a small scream as he enveloped my clit in his mouth, sucking and nipping it like crazy - tugging it out with his teeth. He used his free arm to pin my stomach to the bed, stopping my back from arching any more. "Fuck, Kai." I was moaning like crazy, screaming his name over and over. "I love it when you scream my name." Kai said against my clit, sending vibrations straight to my core. He pushed in another finger, which meant there were now three pumping in and out of my mercilessly. "Come for me, sweetheart." Kai cooed, the vibrations pushing me over the edge.

He climbed over me again, but not before pulling t-shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in the room. He pushing his fingers in my mouth for me to clean and moaned as I swirled my tongue around them. He groaned and pumped his length - which was already hard again - a few times before teasing my entrance with it, rubbing it over my clit and down to my slit - pushing in just the tip before pulling out and doing it all over again. My control was shot and I clenched around his tip knowing he’d be sensitive. He gave me one hard thrust and I screamed in pleasure. “Fuck.” He groaned quietly as he picked up a bruising pace, knocking the air out my lungs. He collected my wrists in one hand and held them above my head, musing his other hand to keep himself propped-up above me. I began to struggle against his hand, wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair, rake my nails down his back and biceps. “Keep up the struggle. It’s a real turn on.” Kai smirked down at me, thrusting even faster if that was possible. I was moaning uncontrollably, my face contouring with pleasure. My eyes rolled into the back of my head before I felt Kai grab my chin with his free hand. “Uh, uh princess. Keep those eyes on me.” He all but whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. My moans turned into small screams as he started rubbing my abused nub harshly, keeping in time with his harsh thrust. “Fuck, shit Kai.” I screamed, making him smirk as I screamed his name. “I love it when you scream my name.” Kai moaned, his pace quickening again. He pulled my left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and nipping it lightly with his teeth, only adding to the immense pleasure. “Come on gorgeous, come for me.” He said, rubbing my clit faster and pushing me over the edge. I screamed his name as I came, shaking like crazy and my eyes rolled back into my head. “Fuck you’re so hot when you come undone under me.” Kai moaned.

He pulled out after I rode out my high, flipping me over and propping my ass in the air, pushing my cheek into the mattress by wrapping his hand around my throat from behind. He gave me a harsh smack on my ass before pushing in again and picking up to his previous, punishing pace. “Fuck y/n, so wet you’re dripping down your thighs.” Kai moaned. I was moaning and shaking from my previous orgasm, struggling to stay up-right. Kai’s hand rubbed over the expanse of my ass before he slapped it again, keeping doing that every time I thought he’d stopped. “My handprint looks so good on your big ass.” He groaned, his hand reaching back round to my clit again. He drew rough figure of eights on it while I fished the sheets, pleasure overwhelming my body. Kai wrapped his hand around some of my hair, releasing my throat and pulling me up so my back was against his chest. “You like me being rough? Pulling your hair and spanking you? Hm?” He whispered in my ear. I screamed in response, the all-to familiar knot forming in my stomach. “Fuck Kai, I’m g-gonna c-cum.” I moaned out as he started sucking on my neck, nibbling a spit at the base. “Mmmmm, you’re so tight around me sweetheart.” He breathed in my ear, rubbing my clit faster to get me to my climax. “KAI.” I screamed as I came, clenching my walls around him and reaching back and grabbing his thigh for support. “Fuck.” He moaned in my ear as my orgasm triggered his, his cum spilling in me in hot bursts. He pulled out and I collapsed forward, my ass still in the air. I could feel his cum and my juices dripping down the insides of my thighs before Kai scooped it back up and pushed it back into me, starting to thrust his fingers again. “Fuck, Kai.” I moaned as he picked up the pace, adding another finger so there were now three mercilessly pumping his cum back into me. “K-kai, I c-can’t take any-anymore.” He kept going, smacking me ass again. “Yes, you can. Do it for me, gorgeous.” My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I dusted the sheets again, tearing them slightly as my fifth orgasm washed through me and I collapsed onto the bed.

Kai flopped down next to me, licking his fingers off and sighing, satisfied. “We should do that again sometime.” Kai said, winking at me. “Definitely.” I panted, still out of breath. Kai smirked and pulled me into his chest, wrapping an arm around my waist. “I think I broke you after all.” He whispered in my ear. I smiled lazily, “Not quite.” Kai sat up suddenly, walking towards my side of the bed, “Then we need round two in the shower, you coming?” He said, offering me his hand. I looked at it hesitantly, before grabbing it and being pulled to my shaking feet.

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heal me. | chapter iv

disclaimer: this series is a work of fiction. any businesses, events or incidents are products of my wide imagination. all of the character’s personality does not reflect and has nothing to do in real life.

warnings: smut, angst, usage of strong language, mild violence, mentions of death, alcohol & drugs, degradation, cheating issues and lots of flashbacks

pairings: jung jaehyun x reader

a/n: read at your own risk. unedited.

song association: blinding lights - the weeknd

« CHAPTER III

“I loved you once

and now I must spend

my whole life explaining why.”

"Stop staring at me."

Jaehyun glances at you after noticing that you have been staring for the whole five minutes of him working over something. You watched his veiny hands flip each page of the paper he was holding before jotting down his signature with black ink.

He stopped for a moment and looked at you with his thin gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

"Baby, I'm telling you. Don't provoke me."

"What? Did I do something wrong?" then purposely nudged the pencil holder near him. "Oh, right. Maybe I did."

You immediately kneeled down to pick the pencils up, arching your back more; enough for him to see your ass. Just as you were about to stand up, he suddenly lifted up your body and placed you on top of the desk.

"Jaehyun, what the he—" he shut you up with his index finger pressed to your lips and eyed you down with menacing look.

"Bend over," he orders. "Raise that skirt."

You do exactly what he said and faced the large space of his office while biting your lips as nervousness and excitement build upon your body. The trepidatious heat you're feeling is imparable; knowing that someone might widely open that door and see you both in that very sexual and unusual scene.

He slowly trailed up his cold fingers from the back of your knees to the exposed cheeks of your ass. With no words said, his hand harshly landed to your skin.

"I already told you to stop, didn't I? Why defy me?" he leans closer to your ear. "Use that pretty mouth of yours and answer me."

You shook your head sideways and pursued your lips to remain silent. The raging heat of your body weakened your knees as Jaehyun continued leaning closer. You felt his bulge growing behind you.

"My very own naughty dirty girl. You really, really like seeking attention, aren't you? Just because you know I am capable of doing this?"

"Jae, please."

"Why defy me, baby?"

"I did— I didn't!"

"Mhm, sure. I really don't care."

He pulled your black laced panties down and pushed the hem of the beige skirt to your waist. He even did your hair into a ponytail to pull. "Safe word?"

"Red, sir."

"Alright. Count my thrusts and if you get one wrong, I will absolutely sure you’re limping on your way out, whore."

He pulled you closer to him and positioned his member right to your area. He didn't wait for you to speak as he already get a hold of your waist and hair then pushed his fully erected member inside your wet pussy.

"Oh—holy fuck."

"What did I say? Count."

"O-one."

The whole room was filled with gradually speeding sounds of two bodies skin colliding. His hips harshly slamming against your ass made you release loud whimpers. The unholy grating and roughness of his movements by senselessly fucking you behind diminished your grasp to the table.

"Ah, shit, yes."

"Yeah? Like that?" he whispers to your ear then licked your jawline. "Such a big slut, are we? Your tight and wet pussy take my fucking cock so well."

You were on the peak of climax when you woke up to sense sound of a loud clap in front of your face. Everyone was looking at you, especially Johnny who gave you a what-is-happening-to-you look.

"Earth to Y/N. It's supposed to be a fun and special night yet you're spacing out?" Johnny utters before handing a bottle of cold beer. I massaged my temples as this is the fifth time of zoning out and thinking of things that I left buried in the past.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!"

It has been exactly five days ever since I moved out from the project for Neocity Incorporation. I didn’t want to settle in that decision but what are the odds anyway? He wanted me out of his sight just like how he wanted me before; to love and heal him.

You celebrated your not-so-fun birthday in your condominium unit with Johnny, Rosé, and Seolhee. Taeyong was also supposed to be there but he said he’s not available for he’s busy about something important. But he didn't just left you in the air like that for he dropped by earlier to give his very special and extravagant gift to you.

“Come on, just at least have fun,” Rosé spoke while munching on her fried chicken. “And the food tastes so damn good!”

“Rosie, that’s because you’re already finishing the box all by yourself.” Seolhee replies. Rosé gave her a deadly glare before taking another bite to the drumstick she's holding.

I trickled off the rivulet of cold beer on my throat before going out to the balcony to breathe in fresh air. As soon as the sliding door opened, cold breeze of wind embraced my body; making me cross my arms over my chest. I walked towards the metal handrail and placed my arms above it. Then wandered my eyes to the marvelous view. The skycrapers, busy highways of Seoul, and the gradient dark blue to black color sky of shining stars lured my despondent soul in.

I started tearing up as my heart felt a striding thump. "Oh, god. Why am I crying," I let out a small chuckle and wiped the tears that fell down my cheeks and from escaping my eyes.

"You're such a crybaby, just so you know."

The taunting dominant voice from my back halted me from moving. As I turn around, I saw him there, standing before me with a bottle of beer on his right hand. My breath hitched when his chocolate eyes meet mine, especially when that playful smirk is plastered on his lips.

"What are you doing here?" I shot back, giving emphasis to 'you'.

He walked towards my place and stood beside me as if he doesn't feel any tension between us. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "You told me to stay away, now you're here to mess things up."

"I don't think I should even explain myself, Y/N."

What?

I let out a sarcastic scoff. "Wow, Mr. Jung. Did I step on your ego?" Jaehyun just looked at me as if trying to read me and my feelings. "I just wanted to say sorry, okay? I was intoxicated by alcohol that night."

"You feel sorry for being what, an asshole?” I ask, only to see his smile fade. “Where do you put alcohol, anyway? Down your annoying ass?"

That's for you, fucking jerk.

He chugged down the beer and slumped himself on the floor, his back leaning on the glass pane. I hate him. I really hate his guts. He’s arrogant, who act like my fucking boss, and act like he knows shit.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Jaehyun spoke. Sadness poisons his voice. “I mean it. Truly.”

I remained my eyes down at him, his chocolate like eyes gleam but sad. Is it bad if I feel remorseful? Even for once? I open my mouth to answer him, but nothing comes out. My anger and hate for him is tempered by coldness. I turn around to leave him alone but a warm embrace halted and encaged my body in.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, too low to hear. Something jostles my arms. “For what I did. I’m sorry. I know it’s not that easy to forgive but atleast let me prove myself to you—again.” His voice almost breaks.

With all my might and can, I detached his grip to mine. You are only apologetic whenever you feel like to do so.

“If you're sorry, you should’ve leave me alone,” I stare at him. “What does it feel like to be pushed away? You— you always confuse me.”

The thing with love is, no matter how hard you try to save and fix it, no matter how the two of you sacrifice, it always, in the end, becomes too much. Jaehyun and you was like two shadows playing with fire. No one was capable of winning, no one was capable of losing.

I went back inside and locked myself to my room. My heart fell into a pit of sneer razors, thin and sharp. I fear of being alone more than anything else before. But it was always better to be by oneself.

In the past few days, I’ve kept myself busy with the new project given by the boss. My exhaustion is bone-deep and my heart is another wound entirely, still bleeding from taking all pain and failure.

“Engineer? You have a visitor at the office.”

My brows immediately furrowed to the worker but I just gave him a nod. He then walked away afterwards. I wasn't expecting any visitor for today but maybe it's a surprise?

Right after I swung the door open, Jaehyun in his office attire and my co-worker, Jun, was talking about something. Jaehyun stood up when he saw me enter the room. I gave Jun a notice to go out for a meantime but instead, he gave me a wink and goodluck sign before leaving.

"I just came by to invite you," Jaehyun started. "It's just a party and I assure you I will bring you home after."

In short, a party and his date.

"And that is for what?" I answered. "I'm one of your least concerns, Mr. Jung. I don't think I should comply to that."

He licked his lower lip. "I don't have any one to go with me. So Y/N, please, just this one night?"

You don't know what force pulled you to hell just so you can agree and join him to the said party. You just found yourself wearing a black plunging neckline dress that you saw on your closet earlier. And partnered up with beige heels. A sexy clothing like this wasn't in your thoughts at all, but you wanted to grab Jaehyun's limelight at the party.

"You look so gorgeous tonight."

And that was his cue before sliding his hand to your waist while you both are making your way to the red carpeted hallway.

"Thanks, I guess?" You answered. Jaehyun gave you a sincere smile that revealed his two sets of deep dimples.

When the two of you entered the ballroom, you both were welcomed by media and the other guests that overwhelmed your whole being. Laughter and chattering resonated inside the palatial ballroom and the glimmering theme laced the party, having some resemblance to a renaissance painting.

“Mr. Jung! Good to see you here!”

An old man in black suit approached and shook hands with him. He looked at you surprisingly. “Oh, the great Miss Y/N! How could I forget?”

You replied to him with a smile and polite bow before grabbing a champagne flute from a waiter. Jaehyun ended his talk with the man and proceeded walking with you to the reserved table.

Many people was intrigued to as why you and him, were together in the event; especially the media who even interviewed you two regarding it. I’m just his date for tonight. That was your answer. By the whole time moving, you just got bored and more bored for social gatherings wasn’t really your thing.

“Come with me, I’ll show you something.”

Jaehyun handed you his hand before pulling you to run away from the ballroom. You giggled when you almost tripped on your feet while running to your way out.

“If this isn’t something good, swear to heaven’s saints and angels, I will fucking kick your balls!” You playfully taunt him.

He drove to the airport as soon as the car left the basement parking. The butterflies inside your stomach fluttered when both of you walked towards a private jet at the airport ramp. Your heart raced when you got inside and saw Mark standing at the cockpit.

“Where are we going?” You ask, but instead, he just shot his brow up at you.

The whole flight lasted for 12 hours and you still have zero idea to where Jaehyun is bringing you. Butterflies that flutter inside your stomach grew wild with anticipation when the plane landed safely—sending notice that you have arrived at your destination.

"Good evening. This is Captain Lee, your Pilot for the night. We have safely landed in Rome-Fiumicino Airport. Yo, Jaehyun Jung, use protection later!"

Mark vulgarly announced to the whole craft, making your cheeks flush. Jaehyun just laughed it off as if it's not awkward for him.

"You brought me to Rome freaking Italy?" You exasperated said, eyes widen, to the person beside you. "I already told you before, I will make myself up."

"I hope you know that I am sorry for everything, Y/N."

The soft knocks on your hotel room door woke your senses up. You rubbed your eyes before grabbing the silk robe you bought at a nearby boutique last night before you and Jaehyun check-in at a obviously luxurious hotel.

It's already 9 AM.

You opened the door and saw Jaehyun standing there, wearing a simple white shirt, tucked in his washed blue jeans. He eyed you up and down before greeting.

"Hi."

"Hey."

Silence.

One.

Two.

Three.

"You ready? We're going to our first tourist spot."

When we arrived at the Colosseum— which was my ever since wish, my jaw dropped as to see the beauty. Jaehyun, who is standing beside me kept looking at the old building.

"What's the use of your film camera if you won't open it?" I mocking asked before snatching it from him. "Go there, I'll take a picture of you."

He hesitated first before following your demand. You took two shots of him, standing in front of the beautifully created structure. You were doing boomerangs for your Instagram story when Jaehyun pulled you.

"Mi scusi, puoi farci una foto?" He politely asked to a passerby and gave her his phone. The old lady smiled and took it.

Jaehyun suddenly wrapped his arm on your shoulders, making your heart jump for a second. The woman counted before clicking the shutter of his phone camera.

"You, two, look nice together! Good couple!" She created a heart shaped sign then left us alone. Jaehyun beside you just laughed while you were standing there, dumbfounded.

He took your wrist and pulled you so the both of you started walking again. You also posted an IG story of Jaehyun's back that left a bombarding dm's from Rosé, Seolhee, Johnny, and Mark.

@parkrosies: please bring home some food!

@l_seolhee: NOW I KNOW WHY YOU'RE ABSENT

@seo.johnny: Use protection! ;)

@mark.lee: Have fun, Y/N! I hope you guys will go home with a baby.

Mark's message made you laugh then you closed your phone. The trip in Colosseum ended by eating at a near restaurant that was again, high-end and fancy. Jaehyun insisted walking to a park before going back to the hotel.

"Did you enjoy?" He asked while sipping on his iced americano.

You nodded slowly. "Hmm, I really did."

"We're just here for three days so we should go to a lot more places tomorrow." Your poor heart fell on your stomach as to his word.

"Three days will be enough, then," Jaehyun glanced at you. "I hope it's enough for us."

When the both of you arrived in front of each other's hotel doors, he gave you a small smile and mouthed, 'tomorrow' before going inside his room.

The next day, you woke up late because you slept late for contemplating over things. Jaehyun brought you to the center and major tourist attraction, St. Peter's Basilica. Then to the Pantheon and to a museum. Until the day after next, last day. It was Trevi Fountain; one of the places you wanted to travel to before.

"So this is the end?"

Jaehyun stared deep into your eyes as if enthralling. You nodded slowly when you felt a small pang in your heart. "Jaehyun."

He cocked his head to the side. "Yeah?"

"I'm forgiving you," l stated with a genuine smile on my lips. "And I also mean it. No lies."

"Wait, shit, for real?" He was suddenly jubilant.

The immaculate twinkle in his eyes made your heart even more flutter. He bit his lower lip when he felt his heart pounding in ebullience. Maybe three days were enough to understand and love something good about him.

"Thank you, Y/N. Tha—"

You gave him a smack on the lips before running back to your hotel room. Jaehyun was left there, in his room, still in shocked position. As soon as you closed the door, you leaned back to it and placed your hand to the chest.

You knew what it was.

With your heart into pieces, you try to heal it alone. Not knowing it was him the whole time.

You fell, again.

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Oh! I'm so glad GOT requests are open, because I'm CRAVING Jamie content! Could I request a JamiexStark!Reader where she's the eldest daughter of Ned (older than Robb) and gets married to Jamie, but when Ned is betrayed she gets arrested too, cuz she also knows the truth about Joffrey and his siblings. Jamie doesn't go to see her for like 6 months and when he does he sees she's been pregnant with his kid all this time. Ah, the ANGST

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

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THE ABSENCE OF CONCERN

You’d watched as he’d done nothing.

You’d pleaded and cried and screamed. They’d grabbed you by your arms and without a care for you or your well being, dragged you through the halls of your own home. Pulled you from your very own husband who had just stood there and watched.

And when all was done, when all had happened, when your tears were dried to stains on your cheeks and your struggles had seized, they’d told you you’d been arrested for treason. For treason against your king, Joffrey. That you had acted against your King and as a result, you would be put on trial along side your father.

It was a lie. All of it. Your father had been tricked and betrayed and as a result, you had paid the price along side him. You only hoped that your younger sisters were okay, that they hadn’t fallen blame to an unjustified arrest and betrayal.

But, as you were led lower and lower through the castle, leading you to what you could only assume was the dungeons, all that flooded your mind was the image of Jaime. Of your husband standing there, doing nothing as they pulled you, his wife, away from him without any reason or explanation. He’d done nothing. And while you weren’t unaware of the strain between your family and his, you’d thought, in your short time married, that he had loved you.

You truly believed he did. And that’s what hurt the most, was knowing that he didn’t, he never had and you’d been a fool.

By the time you reached the dungeons and stood in front of what you assumed your cage was, you simply hung in their arms. You heard the sound of the lock unlock and the screech of the metal cage door swing open, before you were carelessly tossed inside. You landed on your hands and knees, a huff of exhausted pouring from your lips in response.

And for a moment, it was silent. Then, you heard the faintest sound of breathing and your name leave another’s lips. It was your father’s.

“Father?” You croaked, trying to peer through the darkness of the cell. When you saw the faintest outline of his figure, you picked yourself up to your feet and made your way, unsteadily, over to him. The sight was almost enough to bring you to tears all over again and you fell to your knees before him with a sob.

“Come here,” Ned whispered, his voice gruff. He shifted his body in a way that made it easy for you to fall against him, and as you did, you let your head rest in the crook between his head and shoulder, curling into him. His warmth was one you’d missed, even if for a while things had been going well. You were the eldest child of Ned and Catelyn Stark, and as a result, your father often leaned upon you for help. You were an adult yourself, and very often the responsibility of your younger siblings fell on your shoulders.

But what your father had uncovered during his time as the King’s hand hadn’t gone past you either. You imagined that’s why you’d been arrested, because you knew what he did.

“I never meant for you to become involved,” Ned whispers a moment, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I never meant to put any of you in danger. I…”

“It’s okay,” you whisper, softly interrupting your father in hopes of reassuring him of the guilt he’s placed upon his shoulders. “It isn’t your fault.” Ned doesn’t respond, but he keeps close to you, and there’s no part of you that wants to leave him either. The fear of what may come wouldn’t leave your mind and you wondered what was left of your future.

And then, as silence echoes, you can’t help but whisper;

“I’m pregnant.”

Months had passed since you’d been arrested. Your father had died as a result of Joffrey, having been beheaded. Your sisters… well, you had no idea. You’d spent those past months locked up in the very same cell they’d thrown you in that day and you hadn’t left since.

Your trial, unlike your father’s, never came. It seemed the Lannister’s didn’t know what to do with you so they left you to rot in a cell by yourself. You never saw anyone other then when you were fed and you hadn’t seen sunlight in months. Completely isolated you were, quite literally left to rot away or until they finally decided what to do with you.

Today was no different than any other day. You sat there, left to your own mad thoughts as you cradled your belly. Like you’d told your father that day, in nothing more than a hushed whisper, you were pregnant. Your captors didn’t seem all that concerned and simply gave you enough to sustain you. After all, you were carrying a Lannister child.

The sound of keys jingling catches your attention. It surprises you beyond belief as this wasn’t your normal feeding time, and as your head lightly tilted to the right, you’re not sure who you expect to walk through those doors. Whoever they are, they’re hidden in the shadows at that moment and you don’t have the strength to crawl any closer to see for yourself. You simply wait, as that’s all you can do. Part you expects them to be guards, for whatever reason.

But as the figure steps closer and the light shines on their face, it’s one you haven’t seen in months. One that’s haunted you since the day you’d been arrested, staring blankly back at you as you were pulled away from his grasp kicking and screaming.

It’s the man you never expected to see again.

Jaime stares back at you, and you watch as his lips part ever-so-slightly, his eyes wandering across your figure. You can only imagine what runs through his head. The last time he’d seen you, you had washed hair and clean clothes. The last time he’d seen you, you had a flat stomach.

By the look on his face, you assumed he hadn’t been told that his wife was pregnant.

“I…” His words stop at that, trailing off as his shoulders slump. He’s in the same armour you remember him being in. Gold plated armour but, one thing that is different, his right hand is replaced by a gold one.

“You’ve lost your hand.” Your voice is croaked, weak, barely audible. It’s been months since you’ve spoke, your throat hurts just at four simple words. But all the same, you know Jaime’s heard you.

His head tilts down, eyes falling on the hand you refer to. “It’s a long story.”

“One I don’t care to hear.”

Jaime shuffles at that, his Adam’s apple bobbing in nerves as he registers the harshness of his voice. Still, his muscles tensing, he decides to speak. “I didn’t know you… I hadn’t known you were with child.”

There it is.

“Would it have changed anything had you?”

It’s clear what you mean. Jaime doesn’t have to ask to clarify.

“Y/N,” You haven’t heard your name leave another’s lips, let alone Jaime’s, in forever. It almost felt foreign. As if that name was truly not your name. Sometimes, you forgot who you were, having spent all this time by yourself in a dirty, dark cell. “That day… there was nothing I could–”

“You didn’t do anything,” you cut off, finally turning your head to meet his eyes. Your gaze is cold, emotionless. You’re almost unrecognizable. It chills Jaime to the bone as he’s faced with what he’s done, with his wife who he failed. “You stood there and watched… you did nothing.”

“I tried,” Jaime squeaks, “I tried to talk sense into Cersei and I tried to–”

“You still haven’t answered my question.” you interrupt once, shoulders falling. “If you’d known I was with child, would it have changed anything? Does it change anything?”

Jaime’s lips part. “I… I don’t know how to help.”

“Did you love me?” You ask, voice cracking as you feel your eyes water.

“Yes–”

“Do you still love me?”

“I…” He hesitates, swallowing thickly. “Yes. I never stopped.”

“Then,” you begin, placing your hands on either side of you, pushing yourself upwards. It’s with great strain, gasps leaving your lips as you wobble on your feet before your husband. Once you’re steady, you turn to him, your gaze serious. “Get me out of here.”

Jaime blinks back at you, stunned.

“If you ever loved me, love me like you say you do, then…” You take a step forward, wobbling and weakly, your hand gripping the wall of the cell next to you tightly. “Get me out of here. Get us out of here.”

Jaime continues to stare blankly back at you, his expression unreadable. You continue to shakily make your way over to him, and the moment you have, you reach forward, grabbing him by the wrist. The touch of another almost brings tears to your eyes and you let out a sob as you set his hand against your belly.

“For your child.”

There’s a moment of stilled silence. Jaime stares down at you, not pulling his hand away but not doing much of anything else either. And then, finally, finally, he shifts his hand, moving so it’s on the curve of your stomach and he closes the distance before you.

“Okay.”

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 10)

"Cut 'Em"

Back at Colson's, everyone is still in full swing. Making the quiet ride back, with Luna and Colson simply resting upon each other, even nicer. Foster the People's Torches is bumping, helping the weed smoke roll through out the house. Colson, Luna, Baze and Slim are sitting at the kitchen table about to play spades, surrounded by girls. Mod, Pete and Ashleigh are playing Mario Kart in the living room. Surrounded by girls. Benny, Phem and a few others are out by the pool with more girls. The scene looks as if they brought all of VIP back with them.

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"So you think you can throw cards?" Slim says to Luna, eyeing her while he shuffles.

"I've sliced some hands off with a spade or two before." She says leaning back. After she takes a swig of her beer, she says "My cut."

"Sure." Slim slides the cards to the middle of the table.

Luna cuts the cards. Slim deals.

"Yo. Slim looks like he wants to fuck her up. He BIG mad she took me as her partner. My girl better walk as hard as she talks, Boy..." Colson thinks to himself watching the two of them.

Slim deals. Luna looks at her hand. She's got 5 solid and a possible 6. "First hand bid it's self?" She asks.

Slim looks a little surprised. "Yeah."

"Alright, on me. You ready?" She asks Colson.

"Get it, Kitty." He tells her.

She opens it up with the ace of hearts.

"Ok." Baze says throwing low.

Luna and Colson play off each other magnetically. One look. She walks all 6 books easily. He pulls another 3. "Just a preview." She smirks at Slim as she begins to shuffle.

"Well, if I had my PARTNER." Slim emphasises. Lighting up another joint.

"Whoah!" Throws out Baze. "You didnt pull shi.."

Luna interrupts him. "You want him, take him." She says, extending her arm across the table at Colson, turning her head. One look. Looking back, "I'll whoop both your asses." She taunts Slim with a half smile.

"Aight, bet. Switch places with me."

"Y'all are REALLY outta pocket." Laughs Colson. Watching them playfully bicker.

"Fine. It's still my shuffle tho." She says getting up. As she sits down, she leans over to kiss Colson. "I'm sorry, Bunny." She grins at him. Then she looks across to Baze. "You ready to run these hoes, Partner." She says swigging her beer.

The three of them look a her for a second before erupting into laughter. "THAT is definitely YOUR GIRL." Slim states. Luna swigs her beer again before she begins to shuffle.

After they bid, Slim throws the ace of clubs to start. It should've walked but Luna slices it with the 4 of spades. He looks at her. "You wanted your partner." She shrugs laughing.

"This is true, Bro." Colson backs her up, shrugging too.

"Fuck you both." Slim laughs.

It's a fun game. There's a lot of laughter and shit talking. Surprise books walk and others that are supposed to, end up cut. Luna and Colson play footsy under the table. It's not a massacre but Luna and Baze take Colson and Slim by 200 points.

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"Good game. Where'd you learn to play like that?" Slim asks afterwards, impressed, as they light up cigarettes outside. They can see the sun begin to dance.

"I did a summer at Crossroads." She says exhaling, leaning against the house.

"What, like summer camp?"

Luna laughs. "No. Like maximum security juvie." She says taking another drag.

"REALLY?" Slim cocks his head towards her. "YOU and your 5 high to a knee high. For what?"

Luna chuckles at his metaphor. "A knee high though?" Crossing her ankles as she leans.

He shrugs. "For real tho, what cha do?"

"I picked up something like 96 charges. Multiple accounts on most, so some of them don't count. It ranged from terroristic threatening, 2nd degree assault, fleeing, resisting arrest..." She sighs, rubbing her forehead. "Annnnd assault on an officer and possession and intent. I believe." She finishes, taking a drag off of her Newport.

"God Damn, Girl!!! What you do all that for? His face scrunched up.

She throws her hands out as if, I don't know, as she looks at him. "Enh. These two bitches jumped my friend. So, I jumped em back with a Louisville, after picking up." She takes another drag. "I feel like they trumped up the charges because it was on school property."

"Not because of the Louisville?" Slim laughs. He puts his cigarette out. "You know," he says pointing at her "I wasn't sure about you at first but you aight." He nods his head. Agreeing with himself.

"Thanks. That means a lot and is important as Colson's best friend." She says honestly, taking her final drag before putting her cigarette out too. "I'm glad we got a chance to hang out." He agrees.

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Slim sticks around outside admiring the sunrise.

"Rook was right, she is quick and funny as fuck.... Can hang too...Shooo.... The way she cut them books.... Kells'll be good if she's as hard as she's coming off to be..... At least she seems to be living up to the hype after the all years he fucking sweated her." He thinks, lighting one last Newport.

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Walking inside Luna stretches wide and yawns, looking around for Colson. Things are surprisingly quiet. She finds him in the kitchen eating a cold fried chicken leg. "Ahhhh!!! Tell me you have more. I am starvingggg." She whines.

"YES." He proudly shoves one her way with paper towels.

"You. Are a God." He leans down so she can kiss him on the cheek. She then hops onto the kitchen counter and begins to eat her chicken. "So," she says swinging her bare feet "What's the plan for tomorrow?"

He walks towards her, she's still swinging her feet until he gets close enough that they rest on his naked stomach. He looks down. "You wanna get fucked right here?" One look.

She smirks and looks around " I mean...." She says biting into her chicken, shrugging. "I am trying to eat this chicken tho."

He laughs "You want another peice?"

"Yeeeeessss pleeease. This shit is slammen'."

As they hang out eating their chicken together, he says to her "Tomorrow's gonna be chill... I'm picking Cas up Sunday morning." He takes her finished chicken and throws it away. Walking back to her, he continues "I meant what I said. I want you to meet her. Maybe we can go out to dinner." He says moving to in between her thighs. One look. Pulling her across the counter, up against him. She puts her hands on his collar bones.

"HOLY FUCK MY LIFE. SHE'S GONNA HATE ME." Panics Luna mentally.

"I don't think that's how you meet kids, Bunny." She says to him, shaking her head. "Especially if you want them to like you." She laughs lightly. "Doooo you want my completely uneducated thoughts?" She asks.

"Always." He responds kissing her.

"I think, you should hang out with her first, and then maybe tell her about me when you feel it's right annd then ask HER if she'd like to meet me. Wherever she'd like." She's looking at him seriously. "Buuuuut I vote Disneyland." Luna smiles widely, raising her hand.

"I vote Universal." He says pushing her arm down with his now raised arm.

"You're an idiot." She laughs, squirming as they weirdly arm battle.

"You the one who loves an idiot." Trying to move, trapped in her things, continuing to raise arm battle her. The sight of him makes her retreat, laughing loudly as he continues on his own, pleased by her laugher.

"I do love you" she smiles pulling his face towards hers. With this he also retreats into her hands. Kissing her wetly and deeply as her thighs tighten around him even more. His hands run through her long hair, down her back, onto her ass, pressing her hard against him. She drags her blue nails down his bare chest, before she slides her hands alongside her own body and pulls off her bra with her black sheer shirt off in one swoop. Although he could see her breasts all night, he was tired of the shirt and is pleased to see it go. He NEEDS to feel her skin right now. Both of them begin to take the other's pants off. His drop to the floor as she lifts herself up for him to slide hers off. He runs his index along her lips before dipping inside of her.

"You're always so wet for me, Kitten. I fucking love it." He says gnawing at her neck as he slowly works his huge cock deep into her pussy. "And tight." They both groan in pleasure as he makes his way into her fully. Arms wrapped tightly around each, sloppily tongue kissing. Their hips slam together as they grind and fuck each other, deep and hard on the kitchen counter. "You're such a dirty, little slut." He says in her ear.

"Who's dirty, little slut am I? She asks lowly, bucking against him harder.

"MINE." He says firmly, "You're MY dirty, little slut." Kissing her back on the mouth. His words excite both of them. They're both close to cuming as they fuck each other harder.

"And what are you going to do to me?" She pants.

"I'm going to fuck you wherever, whenever, however the fuck I WANNNNNT." He growls loudly, pulling her hair as he releases himself inside her, for the second time tonight.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!" his mind explodes. He knows he's drunk but if he's going to believe in religion. It's her fucking pussy. He decides.

The yank does it. She buries her face in his neck as she tries to muffle her squealing giggle as she cums with him. "Mmmmm...Colson." She purrs. "I love you."

After a few moment, they unwrap themselves and kiss sweetly. "I love you too, Luna." He says before lifting her off the countertop. They do a quick clean up job before he grabs her bag and they head upstairs together.

"Jesus Christ that was amazing. I wonder if anyone heard us. Probably. Oh well....... Thank Fuck, I stayed on birth control. I knew shit was gonna pop off between us but DAMN...."

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"That was fucking HOT. She wasn't lying. We do fuck like rabbits. How can I not with that fucking ASS!!" He refrains from biting her as he watches her ass bounce up the stairs. "And she fucking loves me." He thinks beaming, heart racing while admiring his view. "I've never came like that before...." his mind drifts watching her ass guide him.

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kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995 · 5 years

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Roadie

I want to thank the lovely @pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles she helped me so much with this story and fine tuning it also she has become such a great friend so as I am posting this if everyone can go check out her stories God Is A Woman or Girls Talk Boys that’d be wonderful they’re awesome stories who deserve to be seen.

Ashton didn’t know how it had ended up like this. In the beginning, he was happy ready to take on anything this lifestyle threw at him, but after 2 years of living in Los Angeles he found himself feeling lost and empty. If it wasn’t someone’s birthday party, it was a club opening or any excuse to party really. Another night with another random girl who’s name he’d already forgotten, he could never shake the dreadful feeling of loneliness. He knew why he was unhappy but didn’t know how to fix it.

It helped a bit to try and run away from his problems, at least physically. His feet pounding out a rhythm on pavement, getting lost in his thoughts, drowning out with whatever music was on shuffle on his phone. He drove out to Runyon Canyon Park and slipped his earbuds in and took off. He got lost in the music a bit too seriously and ended up in a part of the trail that was unfamiliar to him. Now he had to find his way out of the woods with only his car keys and no phone service. He was cursing at himself for being so stupid. So he closed his eyes, breathing deeply and counting to ten, trying to regain his focus. He ran his fingers through his unruly brown curls when he heard a faint noise behind him that sounded like whining. Trying not to get even more lost he went to follow the noise. The only problem was every time he would get closer it would sound like something was running from him.

After about 15 minutes of chasing he sees a clearing ahead and beyond the the familiar trail he had wandered off of. Looking back he sees a very dirty and very malnourished beagle puppy slowly edging his way towards him. Leaning on one knee he carefully reaches his hand out to the little pup. When his head was about an inch away from his hand he lifted his face into Ashton’s palm. The puppy was in an awful state, and Ashton didn’t really know much about dogs. They were going on tour in a couple weeks so there’s no way he could take on this kind of responsibility. Looking down at literal puppy dog eyes was just too much for him to take, he picked the little guy up and as soon as he got in the car he called Calum to ask what vet he took Duke to and Calum told him the address and said he’d meet them there. Once Ashton pulls into the parking lot he sees Calum smoking a cigarette by his all black Range Rover.

Once they get inside the building and signed in Ashton can finally take a good look at what the puppy looks like. The dog is white with light and dark brown spots from what Ashton could tell he has little to no hair and is skin and bones. Calum looks at Ashton and says “ what are you going to do with him?” Ashton looks at Calum and replies “ I’m going to see what the vet says and go from there” . The vet walks out calls out “Mr.Irwin” they follow her to the back and then she starts her examination she could tell that the poor little guy has a skin infection that can be cleared with skin ointment. But she also told Ashton that because the handsome pup is so skinny he’ll have to eat twice a day and give him special vitamins through food. Once they left the veterinarian's office Ashton started thinking about how to take care of a dog but at the moment when he pulled into the petsmart to get everything a puppy would need the thought of if he should keep him was still on his mind.

Once they were home Ashton set up everything for the dirty pup to get a bath, a towel, the special shampoo,one of Ashton’s favorite bandanas, a black and white one that says 5 Seconds Of Summer on it,and a small cup to rinse off the dirt and mud. He began to lather his hands with the shampoo and rub it into the dogs skin while he was checking everything over looking for any hot spots.

Once Ashton deemed the puppy clean he got the towel he bought in with him and got him out of the tub and started to dry him off. After Ashton dried him off and the pup rubbed himself all over the carpet, he put the cream and his bandana on his foster dog before deciding to go to bed. While he was changing into a clean pair of boxer briefs he could feel eyes on him so he looked behind him and saw the little puppy waiting patiently in the doorway of his room. Ashton scratched the dog on his head and told him good night and got tucked in himself and turned off all the lights. Just as he was drifting off he felt the puppy squeezing into his arms to feel his warmth.

Flash forward two weeks and he'd named the brown and black spotted pup Roadie, and gotten the dog a collar with a name tag even though he keeps the bandana around his neck. Roadie had made significant improvement, his skin was clearing up enough that he’s not itching so badly anymore. Anytime Ashton is tired or just lounging around Roadie climbs on top of Ashton’s chest and sighs in contentment. He’ll also follow Ashton into his music room and bounce around barking to the beat of his drumming. Ashton takes him running with him at Runyon Canyon He finds himself staying home most nights not feeling the need to drink the night away or lose himself in another pretty face.

Their tour manager, Donna, isn't happy when Ashton informs her he's bringing Roadie on the bus with them. Ashton can't stand the thought of being without his little guy, and, as he explains, Roadie is still on a special diet and will need all the attention he can get. The day came to get loaded onto the bus so Ashton made sure he had everything for Roadie a leash, ointment, dog food, dog treats, several chew toys, a dog bed, and a blanket specifically just for his little man. The boys had been on the bus for a little over a three weeks and Ashton had found himself a routine of having his headphones in to keep from hearing the remarks Donna their manager would make about Roadie. The only time he wouldn’t be wearing them is to bed but in all honesty he didn’t care to Ashton. Roadie was family and he should be treated as such. As for Roadie he had also found company in not only Ashton but the other guys as well they loved having a dog on the tour because it kept their minds at ease. But all of them found that when Roadie was done playing or running around he would be near Ashton at all times.

Ashton started an Instagram page for Roadie posting pictures of his precious beagle on stage in another city, with fans outside the venue, or by a landmark. There was a tour date in St. Petersburg the guys were getting ready for the show Roadie was running around Ashton and the drum kit. Michael had forgotten his ears and he was walking past one of the green rooms when he overheard Donna talking about Roadie, pausing by the door he saw Sierra with an annoyed look on her face.

“Look this is just ridiculous, he should've given the little fleabag away before this whole thing even started,” Donna griped.

Michael was about to step in but Sierra was quick. She was off the couch and in Donna's face “ if you had any decency in your heart you would see how happy Ashton is. That little “fleabag” running around onstage right now is the reason. We’re all happy because of that dog you’re a heartless woman you should be fired” when Sierra was done speaking she was seething. Michael just smiled and went and got his ears and went back onstage and saw Roadie in Ashton’s lap kissing him all over his face.

It was time for them to get on stage and Ashton told Roadie to be a good boy and listen to Sierra while he was scratching him all on his back. The intro was beginning so he kissed Roadies head and passed his leash off to Sierra. Looking back he saw Sierra and Luke kissing and while he was happy with his beloved dog he wished he had a woman to share the happiness with. Every once in awhile when he has a break he looks over to the side of the stage to see Sierra and Roadie jamming out, his pup bouncing to the beat.

Ashton was just getting out of the shower grabbing a clean shirt when he heard Roadie starting to whine. As they returned to the green room Roadie bolted for the door. Ashton ran after him grabbing Roadies leash, but stumbling as he did. He hit the ground hard, wincing as he rolled onto his side. Ashton saw Roadie standing next to a pair of pink Converse high tops. Looking up he saw the most gorgeous girl with blue eyes, dark blue hair,and a flawless complexion, curvy in all the right places and looking quite concerned.

When he went to grab Roadie and apologize to her she stopped him. said “No worries I love dogs and this little guy is too cute. Roadie's a cute name, very inventive” Ashton hopped up and extended his hand “I'm Ashton by the way.”

She shook his hand laughing, “yes I'm aware my name is Tanya and it’s nice to meet you.”

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