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Thunder and lighting. Thunder and lightning. Thunder and lightning.

[skittles-the-whumpee]

Be Careful What You Wish For - Chapter 3

TW: pet whump, creepy demon whumper, human whumpee, branding, collaring, intimacy from whumper, intimate touching.

Cris is expecting fire, brimstone, lava, red rocks…what he gets instead is a foyer, a tiled floor, stairs on both side of the room, and an entryway into what looks like a living room. “This can’t be Hell…” he thinks quietly and decides it best not to finish that thought, remembering that Daelan can hear his thought and not wanting to give him any ideas.

Daelan looks down at his human, hearing the confusion in his thoughts. “Hell isn’t all fire and chaos, pet,” he says as he continues walking through the foyer to the living room with Cris lagging behind as he is still getting used to crawling, “do you really think a Demon Lord would choose to live in those conditions?” Cris shakes his head. “N-No, Sir…to be honest…I didn’t know…not much is known about Hell.”

Daelan sighs and unbuttons his suit jacket before casually sitting down on the black leather chair that matches the couch. “Of course not, but that’s neither here nor there.” He leans forward and grabs a smooth obsidian box from the wrought-iron coffee table and places it on the arm of his chair. “Kneel.” He says, pointing to the floor between his feet. His pet immediately obeys and crawls to him, relieved to be crawling on carpet versus the slate flooring of the living room, and kneels where told with his hands folded nervously in his lap.

Daelan opens the box and pulls out a black brushed metal collar, opening it and placing an index finger on the back of the inside. Cris can see a symbol begin to glow on the outside of where Daelan has his finger but he can’t quite make it out. He’s more focused on the fact that a part of this collar is glowing red hot. The pitiful human looks up at his Master with worry all over his face and his gaze is met with an uncaring grin. “Stay.” Daelan says firmly before moving the collar behind his pet's neck, the symbol maintaining its dull glow as it nears his neck. He shuts his eyes tight and grits his teeth in preparation for the intense pain.

Cris's skin sizzles as the metal makes contact, making him cry out and grip his thighs, digging his nails into his own flesh to try to feel any other pain than the searing heat. His Master shushes him softly, cooing in his ear as the collar locks itself, permanently affixed to the boy’s neck. “That’s it…that’s a good pet.” The sudden tenderness catches Cris off guard and tears begin to streak his cheeks.

Cris shudders as he chokes down his pained sobs, not wanting to be weak in the eyes of his Master. His Master, however, relishes the oh so obvious weakness, drinking in the pathetic image that lay before him. Every demon wishes to have their own soul to torment for all eternity. Most get stuck with reluctant souls, ones that fight back for as long as they can. Daelan is one of the lucky few that managed to find an obedient pet of a soul and he knows it.

Daelan pulls the crying boy towards him so he can inspect the fresh brand on the back of his pet's neck. “Perfect. Good pet.” He praises as he lifts Cris's chin with his hand, wiping away a tear with his thumb. “Your collar looks so good on you.” His prideful look sends a chill up Cris's spine.

The demon motions for Cris to sit on his lap and the pitiful human obeys, climbing onto his Master’s lap, straddling it and blushing bright red, cheeks stained with dry tears. Daelan places his hands on the boy's thighs, squeezing them and enjoying just how soft his pet’s skin is. The touch makes Cris shut his eyes and part his lips, having been touch-starved for so long, he welcomes it, especially after such a painful experience like the branding he just experienced.

“If I didn’t know any better”, Daelan started with a chuckle, “I’d say you enjoy being touched like this. Huh, pet?” Cris nods. “Yes, Master.” He answers softly, wishing that Daelan would explore his body with his hands. “Say it. Use your words…not your thoughts.” The order reminds Cris that even his own thoughts are no longer private. He replies with a soft, breathy voice. “P-Please…Master…please touch me more…m-my body is yours…please…”

Daelan’s grin widens. “Good boy.” He says before letting his hands slowly wander over Cris's body, making the boy moan ever so sweetly as he does. He pulls his pet’s body against his own, admiring how much smaller Cris is to him as he runs his hands over his back. Cris gently places his hands on his Master’s shoulders as he lives in the moment.

The fearsome Demon Lord leans his head forward to whisper in his beloved pet's ear, growling the words deeply and quietly.

“My sweet little pet, my good boy.”

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[bobasheebaby]

Animals- Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 10

Pairing: Liam x MC; Liam x OC

Word count: 1,646

Warnings: Evil Liam, Rebecca, cheating, 🍋

Summary: Seven months later, some things changed; some for the better and some for the worse.

Song inspiration: Animals by Maroon 5 (I’m honestly not sure why this song drove this chapter but it did so here we are.)

A/N: A huge thank you to @sirbeepsalot for all of her help and advice and being an ever patient sounding board. (MoE thanks DoE as well.) Thank you to everyone still on this crazy train, and everyone who just joined. And another twist from DoE and MoE. Also I get one idea in my head and then I write and the characters change shit on me all the time so if something I said in a comment changes know it’s probably the crazy characters I refuse to fight because I enjoy the tiny bit of remaining sanity I have. This should be enjoyable for all whether you’re rooting for Evil Liam, for Rebecca to fall, or for there to be some justice for Bastien and Drake(I hope).

Series warnings: Evil Liam, dark!fic, deceit, manipulation, dub con, possible NSFW content, possible character death. This is taking the Liam from TRH to the extreme, he is not the Liam we know and love. By clicking read more you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I only own my OC’s, the rest I’m simply borrowing from PB for a bit.

Liam found her beguiling. He could hardly tear his eyes from her, unable to focus on anything she said. Her deep brown eyes that were like melted chocolate, the way her chestnut hair cascaded down in waves past her shoulders, and her olive skin glowed all left him nearly breathless. He found her and her curves intoxicating and all he wanted to do was run his hands and tongue all over her body.

“Liam, did you hear me?” Her lilting Italian accent music to his ears, pulling him up for air.

He subtly shook his head, trying to regain focus. It was hard, her beauty, and confidence made him feel drunk without a drop to drink. He smiled, nodding as he reached for his glass of Scotch. What was I thinking going to a dinner ‘meeting’ with her? We both know where this is headed by now, why all the pretenses? Because I’m still married. It was a mistake, she’s not who I thought. He smiled softly, his chestnut brown eyes soft as he gazed lovingly at her. She knows, she understands, how the fuck did I ever get so lucky?

*

Rebecca shifted uncomfortably in her bed. Stupid bed rest! Stupid high blood pressure! Her hand hit the bed as she clicked through the channels. Ugh there is nothing to do on bed rest! She rolled her eyes as another channel was still talking about Drake and Bastien. “You’d think they’d get bored of that after a while.”

THE SEARCH FOR THE BODIES OF BASTIEN LYKEL AND DRAKE WALKER STILL ONGOING

Her head turned as another sympathy arrangement was brought in. “Seriously?! Can they stop it with the damn flowers?!” She took a deep breath, Liam’s words trilling loudly in her head. You need to at least try to appear to be bereaved. She put on a perfect smile. “I think there are more than enough flowers in the bedroom maybe brighten up the kitchen instead.” It looks like a damn funeral home in here!

The maid nodded, retreating with the flowers.

It’s been months, why are they still sending stupid condolence gifts?! If they want to send something they should send baby gifts! She dropped her smile, rolling her eyes with distaste. Being on all the time is exhausting. She settled into the pillows, closing her eyes. Hopefully I can actually get some rest. She rested her hand on her round abdomen, wishing for one short period of respite. I’m not the one who killed them I don’t know why he plagues my dreams.

*

He pressed her up against the door, his hand fumbling with the keycard as he kissed and nipped her neck, her moans only spurring him on. His mind buzzed, and the room spun. How much did I have to drink? He finally slid the keycard in, pushing open the door, his lips moving to hers as they stumbled into the room. I’m drunk on her. He kicked the door shut, his hands sliding up her perfect curves, dragging the silky black fabric up over her hips.

She stepped back breaking the kiss, pushing him backward onto the couch. “Not yet your majesty.” She ran her hands up over her hips, gently swaying to the unheard beat. “I’m in charge tonight.”

Liam leaned forward, his hands going for her hips.

She stepped backward. “It’s easy to see your wife isn’t in charge enough.” She spun facing away from him, her hand reaching up, slowly dragging the zipper down. She allowed the silk to slip down her shoulders, gliding down her curves, pooling around her feet. She looked over her shoulder. “I would hate to have to punish you.”

Liam leaned back with a growl. He wanted to feel and caress her silky smooth skin, but she had him utterly bewitched. He watched as she continued to sway her hips, the movement intoxicating him more. He groaned as he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, face temporarily hardening. Not dealing with her now. He quickly powered down his phone tossing it to the side, allowing her to entrance him with her body once more.

She unclasped her bra, sliding the straps down over her arms, tossing the bra to the side. She spun, still swaying to the beat in her head, her hair fanning out behind her. She felt her cheeks flush as he shamelessly raked his eyes over her nearly nude form. She had always been confident in her body, but the way he looked at her lit her skin on fire, every look telling her he wanted to devour her. “Someone’s a tad over dressed.” She giggled as he jumped to his feet, quickly ridding himself of his clothes. “Someone’s eager.” She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her lace panties, slowly dragging them drown. She allowed them to drop to her feet, carefully stepping out of them. She stepped forward, pushing him back onto the couch. “Now you may touch.” She grabbed his hands placing them on her hips.

Liam pulled her onto his lap with a growl. He kissed up her neck, gently nipping her earlobe. “You’re such a fucking tease.” His hot breath fanned against her neck, sending goosebumps across her skin.

Her chocolate eyes sparkled. “You know you love it.”

Liam hummed his agreement, his hands moving to caress her full breasts. I love you. He dipped his head down, taking her perfect breast into his mouth. You can’t say it until you’re free. He swirled his tongue around her hardening bud, teasing the other between his thumb and forefinger.

“Liam.” She threw her head back with a moan, her entire body alight with need.

He grazed his teeth over her nipple as he pulled off, ravishing her other breast with the same attention. He slid his hand down over curves to the apex of her thighs. She arched her back as his fingers slipped through her slick folds. “Tell me what you want Andra.”

“You.” She gasped, his fingers circling her clit. All of you. The she-witch doesn’t deserve you.

He circled her entrance making her mewl with need.

“Please.” She begged.

He delved his fingers inside her, pumping them in and out. He slipped her hardened peak from his mouth, sitting back watching her wither and moan as he worked her closer to her first climax.

She gripped his shoulders, French tipped nails digging crescent moons into the skin. Her head fell back as his thumb found her clit, sending her over the edge. Her walls pulsed around his fingers, a gush of wetness coating them in her essence.

He slipped his fingers from her bringing them to his mouth licking them clean. She tastes like heaven. He groaned as her hand slipped between them grabbing his thick length, she lifted her hips, teasing him through her folds. He grabbed her hips pulling her down, impaling her on his throbbing length, groaning as she stretched around him. She rolled her hips, slowly raising her hips teasing him, returning her hands to his shoulders. He thrust upward, pulling her hips back down, a dangerous hunger in his eyes as he took control.  “Yes… Liam…” She whimpered and gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, piercing the skin. I’m yours.

He flipped her onto the couch, fucking into her harder and deeper. Her legs wrapped around his waist, nails dragging down his back leaving angry red lines. Her vision blurred and body spasmed as her walls clamped around him pulling him with her to oblivion, their cries of pleasure mixing together.

*

Rebecca sighed, tossing the remote to the side. Every station seemed to be obsessed with the search for Drake and Bastien, and of course she couldn’t get a moments rest without being plagued by his face. Why aren’t they that obsessed with me? I’m carrying their damn heir! She picked up her phone, clicking into her messages.

Rebecca- I’m bored and I miss you.

She placed her phone back beside her waiting for it to light up with his response. She retrieved the remote. Maybe there is something I haven’t already watched a million times on Netflix. She scrolled through, rolling her eyes and sighing as she selected America’s Most Eligible season ten. It’s mind numbingly boring but at least Ivy knows how to get what she wants. She shifted as the music filtered through the speakers.

As the episode ended she glanced at her phone. Nothing. Why hasn’t he answered me?!

Rebecca- Will you be back in time for our ultrasound? I really miss you and maybe if the doctor says it’s okay we can go shopping for our little princess.

She dropped her phone back onto the bed as the second episode started to play. She allowed her mind to wander to thoughts of their daughter. Princess Emilia Rose Rhys. She could picture her so clearly, how she’d dress her in the cutest, most frilly dresses. I wonder if they make real tiaras for baby’s. I’ll have to see if it can be done. She picked up her phone as the third episode ended. He still hasn’t replied?! What the hell Liam?!

Rebecca- What the hell Liam?! How dare you ignore your queen?!

Oh he better have a good reason for not getting back to me!

*

“Do you have to leave tomorrow?” She asked drawing circles on his chest as they cuddled on the bed after there second romp.

Liam smoothed down her hair as he sighed. “I promised I’d be back for the ultrasound.”

She lifted her head, replacing her frown with a seductive smile. She refused to waste a second of their time together being sad. “Then let’s not waste another minute.”

He smiled as he pulled her down for a kiss. How in the world did I get so lucky to find you Alessandra?

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[rhunae]

I haven’t been working on Be Careful What You Wish For because I’ve decided to rework it into a ‘real’ story. While the smutty parts will be attached but separated, it wont be in the main body of the work, so I can focus on the story part. It’s what Rhue wants.

I’ll probably rework some of the earlier posted chapters. I don’t know if I’m a better writer, but I have a better idea of where things are going then when I started this project over a year ago. [Well, a year ago, this was a 15 chapter smutty adventure -then Rhue tossed all of that out.]

Those who are subscribed, or bookmarked, expect some changes coming soon. :)

[gallaghercest]

Hey there ! I don't always agreed but I think your analysis are always interesting, so I have questions ! A) What do you think about "Be careful what you wish for" ? I feel like it's about Liam (and Noel saying "son" made think about one of your post so here we are) B) Do you think "Come back to me" is about Noel ? (Don't think it's about Nicole and it will be weird if it'd be about Debbie, so we only have...Noel) Anyway, happy new year in advance, and live forever !

HIIII! First things first: if you have a different vision on any analysis or theory, I would love to hear them! I truly believe that the only way we have to find out the truth is to gather all our thoughts and information we’ve got!

Now, let’s go to your questions:

A) I agree with you. As you said on your review (I loved it to bits), everything in that album is about money and Liam. And we have to keep in mind that even when a song is not about Liam, Liam is always in the back of Noel’s head, and that’s really important. Even Liam stated before Chasing Yesterday being released that he would surely be there somewhere – in the lyrics, in the background, somewhere.

Noel is the ultimate bullshiter when it comes to excuses for songs – from “This song is about nothing in particular” to “This song is about an imaginary friend”. In some lines, I see the song being about both Liam and the kids, and I’ll explain why:

“Tidy your books upPut them under your bed[…]Be careful what you wish forBe careful what you dreamThey let you sing your songs, sonBut they’ll never hear you scream”

The first two lines are surely about his kids, they are the “commandos” that parents usually tell kids to do – in fact, the whole song is based on those. The third and fourth line I see being about both (kids and Liam), specially Liam… I can’t explain WHY I think of Liam when I read them, but I see it as if Noel was saying like “well, now you lost me”, you know what I mean? And the last two lines are 100% about Liam. Noel always give it away when he mentions song-singing – he does the same on Angel Child. Who is the person who sings songs? Liam does. And the scream part, in my opinion, can be focused on the fact that Liam never had many friends outside Oasis and neither his friends nor the fans can understand Liam’s struggles and pain, cause they only see the “Liam Gallagher” side of him, so although they LET Liam sing the songs, they don’t hear him scream. You know what I mean?

Then the song continues and Noel keeps calling the person “son”, which, as you said, is just one more proof that Liam was in the back of his mind. Noel always knew he was a father to Liam. But, what makes me sure that Liam is on this song is the last lines:

“You’ve fallen like an angelStranded on the earthThey let you see their richesThey never tell you what you’re worthThey’ve put you in the back seatWhile they’re heading for the sunAnd if you’re waiting for the raptureThe day will never come…”

I gave myself the luxury of making the important topics bold. So, come with me: “Fallen angel” is an already known concept for all of us. It appears on The Turning and AKA… Broken Arrow. I always considered it being a reference to Liam, since Noel always treated Liam as something divine, I don’t know if that’s somethinf you’re aware of, but he does that in Slide Away, Idler’s Dream and even Angel Child. And “fallen angel” fits perfectly with Liam, since, well, Lucifer was the fallen angel, the most beautiful angel of heaven, which ended up being the Devil! This dualistic view of Liam being the angel and the Devil is 100% Liam on Noel’s life.

The second and third line makes me thing that Noel is talking about the way that HE treated Liam. There’s a quote from Getting High that says that:

“Didn’t Liam have an inkling of the work he put in? Did he not also hear the voices in Noel’s head telling him that he was nothing more than a piece of dogshit. Did he not see that Liam was one of the very few people on the planet Noel could totally trust? And that if he wanted money all he had to do was ask.”

The thing is: Noel thought money was the greatest thing (to this day), and that money could buy Liam love, all Liam had to do was ask him for it – so he let Liam see his riches – but Liam never agreed with that, he wanted Noel’s approval, which was something he never could get – so Noel never told Liam what he is worth. These lines are pretty interesting because it SHOWS that Noel acknowledges this mistake of him, of not giving Liam approval.

The word “sun” is in bold because – it’s something I need to post about on my blog – the word “sun”, along with “rain”, “sea”, “shore” and “storm” always have the same meaning in all the lyrics analysis: Noel uses them on purpose to talk about certain things without being explicit. In fact, I have a three pages essay about how Noel uses those words to subtly talk about how gay he is for Liam. Anyway: the sun always means the good things of their relationship, the glory of having Liam with him and for him. Prime example: “Now that you’re mine, we’ll find a way of chasing the sun”. See?

The “waiting for the rapture” bit is pretty ironic, since it’s not only a reference to the Oasis song, cause, let’s remind of WFTR lyrics: “Well, heaven must have sent ya/To save me from the rapture”. Do you see what he did here? He compared Liam to something divine AGAIN, just like he has just done on BCWYWF. And now that he is not with Liam nowadays, and is not able to reach him out, the day of the rapture will never come. Everything is connected!!!

B) Well, Come Back To Me is a song that was written by one of the co-writers with Liam’s help. The thing is, as you said: it doesn’t fit with anyone else but Noel. I’m sure Liam participated of the lyrical process – in my well paid opinion, the second and third verses (the ones that come after the first chorus) all totally written by Liam. So, yes. It’s Noel material. And even if Liam had not written the song, he surely thinks of Noel when he sings it, and that’s where the real meaning of the song is. But we know he thinks that: remember that he tweeted the bit of “My heart is together my head is exploding why don’t you come back to menskcjckdjksmkd”, something like that, in the middle of a Twitter rant about – surprise surprise – Noel. Against facts, there are no arguments!

As you could see, I got a LITTLE bit excited while replying to your questions. Look at the length of this answer, for fuck’s sake, I’m sorry. But it was a pleasure! Feel free to reply to this, add your opinions and stuff. And, of course, happy new year to you as well, wish you all the love and light! 

[skittles-the-whumpee]

BCWYWF Picrew redux!

Daelan, Lord of Greed (not a picrew, a piece made by @emmettnet during one of his request streams. Thank you, Emmett! ❤) :

And his pet, Cris:

[bobasheebaby]

Daydream- Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 7

Pairing: Drake x MC; Liam x MC

Word count: 1,986

Warnings: Evil Liam, manipulation, delusions, 🍋, cheating

Summary: Drake is admitted, Rebecca and Liam get closer.

Song inspiration: Daydream by Ruelle

A/N: A huge thank you to @sirbeepsalot for all of her help and advice and being an ever patient sounding board. (MoE thanks DoE as well.) Rebecca has spoken, she wants control and to do this her way. All blame is on Rebecca, MoE and I are 100% innocent and as shocked as you. I know I said Monday but I kinda want the screams. Enjoy.

Series warnings: Evil Liam, dark!fic, deceit, manipulation, dub con, possible NSFW content, possible character death. This is taking the Liam from TRH to the extreme, he is not the Liam we know and love. By clicking read more you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, I’m simply borrowing from PB for a bit.

Bastien sighed as he finished signing the paperwork to have Drake committed, this isn’t how he wanted things to play out. He had hoped Drake would see how bad it was and admit himself. He knew Liam was correct that if Drake didn’t see the problem that he would fight any help given to him, but still Liam’s reluctance to commit Drake felt off. He placed the pen back on the counter, passing the paperwork to the doctor. This isn’t right something is off. “Can you do a full blood panel? And I mean everything, a full tox screen, potential poisons he may have become in contact with.”

“Sir?” The doctor asked clearly surprised.

“He’s a Duke, I want every possible test run. Leave no stone unturned.” There has to be something else going on.

The doctor nodded in understanding, not wanting to be accused of not taking the request seriously.

Bastien raked his hand over his tired face, the scene when he took Drake in replaying in his head.

Drake struggled against Bastien’s hold. “Let go of me! I’m not crazy! I’m not my mother.”

“This is for your own good.”

“Yea, my own good.” Drake growled. “The crazy duke ex commoner admitted to psych ward, the press will have a field day.”

The orderlies took Drake from Bastien, they kept a firm hold on them, obviously used to dealing with a patient who fought being restrained.

“I assure you Drake we will work to keep this away from the press.” You’ll be safe here while I dig around and figure out what’s going on.

He watched as they led Drake down the hall, his shouts that he didn’t need help carrying back to him.

Bastien shook his head. It’s for the best. He can hate me all he wants but he needs the help. And I need to make sure there isn’t something to this.

*

Her hand reached out, fingers wrapping around his forearm, halting his steps. She looked up at him with sad sapphire eyes. “Stay.”

Liam looked down at Rebecca, fighting to keep the surprised smile off his face. He had hoped he was getting closer to his goal, but he never dreamed he might be this close already. His heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, her sapphire eyes pleading him.

“Please stay.” She lowered her gaze as she shook her head. “If I’m alone I know I’ll just go crazy.” Is that the only reason I don’t want him to leave? Her hand burned hot where it met his skin. It can’t be more, I just need company. That’s all it is, company.

Liam nodded in understanding. She just needs a friend, company. “Of course.”

She gave him a sad smile. Why does this feel so different? She felt all the feelings she thought were long buried rush back, hitting her like a ton of bricks. She pulled her hand back, instantly aching to touch him again. “I need a drink.” No reason to not imbibe anymore. She gave a pained laugh. “It’s not like I’m going to get pregnant anytime soon anyway.” She stood crossing to the bar cart. “Do you want anything?” The dream of a child with Drake had evaporated in an instant, taking the loving husband she knew with it. The man that stood in his place was a cruel imposter, twisting all her dreams and making her doubt her own feelings. He’s getting the help he needs, he’ll be back. But do you still want him, or do you want someone else?

You’ll be pregnant soon enough my queen. He sank onto the couch. “Scotch please.” Just listen to her, be there for her and when he’s gone it’ll be second nature for her to come to me. He pulled his buzzing phone from his pocket.

He’s been admitted on an indefinite hold, but Mr Lykel requested a full panel, leave nothing unchecked.

Liam smirked. Leave it to Bas to be thorough.

Liam: Run it.

Of course.

It’s not like anything will turn up. He looked up, tucking his phone back into his pocket as she returned, smiling as she handed him his glass. “Just Bastien telling me he’s been admitted. He’ll get better Rebecca I promise.”

She nodded as she took a sip from her own generous pour. Take the pain, the betrayal. Her heart twinged with pain as she remembered the fire in Drake’s eyes with each ugly accusation. He’s a completely different man. Is it all just the illness? The more he insisted she was unfaithful, the further he pushed her away. She felt guilty for even thinking it, but she knew he was no longer the man who had stolen her heart. She felt the familiar flutter in her chest as her gaze locked on Liam’s. No you can’t. You love Drake. Don’t let his illness break you. She took another long sip trying to push the feelings deep down, back to where she buried them before. Hasn’t it already? A tear streaked down her cheek. This isn’t how marriage was supposed to be. I know it’s hard, but he doesn’t even trust me anymore. Her heart caught in her throat as Liam’s hand gently cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away the single tear. His palm was warm, it felt as though an imprint would be burned on her cheek. She leaned into the touch, willing it to stay, take away all her pain and doubts.

“He’ll get better.” I promise you won’t miss him. Soon all will be as it should be.

She nodded, feeling a pang of loss as he dropped his hand from her cheek. Why am I questioning if I made the right choice? Her body reacted, craving the warmth and comfort of his touch once more, she surged forward claiming his mouth in a searing kiss. His warm, firm lips moved with hers. A spark shot through her sending her mind reeling. His lips are smoother, softer, not chapped. Don’t compare. She found herself feeling an intense connection she hadn't realized had been missing. Maybe I did make a mistake. She shoved the thought out of her head, allowing the dizzy feeling to take her over. She shifted closer, pushing him back, ignoring the sound of their forgotten glasses falling to the floor and shattering, splashing her leg with Scotch. She straddled his lap as she kissed him with more fury and passion than she thought possible. Her mind went completely fuzzy, she felt almost drunk, drunk on him and all the feelings she hadn’t felt since she gave up on him, on them. She shifted in his lap, pressing him harder into the couch, heat pooled in her center and she moaned into his mouth as she felt his body react to hers.

Though Liam had been stunned when her lips met his, he quickly kissed her back. I knew she still wanted me. I knew I would be able to remind her, and win her back. He allowed her kiss to consume him, losing himself in the feel of her lips on his. As she took charge he knew it was only a matter of time until she was once again his. At the sound of her moan, he knew he needed to go back to playing his part. Soon I’ll no longer have to play. As much as he wanted her, he needed to try to show some restraint. He brought his hands up to her shoulders, gently pushing her back. “We shouldn’t, what about Drake?” Soon he won’t be a barrier any longer and I can make you mine again.

He’s right you can’t do this. Drake already thinks I am, consider it a self fulfilling prophecy. She looked down at him with hooded eyes, her body thrumming with need and desire at an intensity she’d long forgotten. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to.” She rolled her hips, biting her lip at the feel of his bulge rubbing against her core. “I can feel how much you want me.” She ran her hands ran down his chest, pushing up his shirt exposing his stomach. “Touch me, take me.” She gently raked her nails over his toned abs. “Help me feel wanted.”

She remembers. Liam’s restraint snapped sending him surging forward, his hand moving to her neck pulling her down, kissing her breathless. His hands traced over the lines of her body, caressing every curve sending a shiver down her spine.

She grazed his bottom lip with her teeth as she pulled back. “Please, I need you.”

Whatever you want my queen. He slid her shirt up, quickly removing it from her body, discarding it to the side.

She smiled, her hands quickly working off his shirt, their lips meeting again in a desperate kiss. They moaned as they worked rid each other of their remaining clothes, fingers grazing newly bared skin.

Liam flipped her, pressing her into the couch. He smiled down at her, his eyes dark with desire as he peeled off her lace panties, the last barrier keeping him from drinking in her naked body. God she’s beautiful. Her golden hair sparkling in the sunlight streaming in, sapphire eyes dark, glittering with desire. Her pale skin flushed, her perfect breasts heaving. Soon my love, we’ll be together, a force to be feared. “Are you sure?” His body ached to feel hers, still he wanted to be sure, unwilling to jeopardize their perfect future.

He looked down at her with such love, Rebecca thought she might drown. Did Drake ever look at me like that?  “I’m sure, Liam please.” Take me, devour me. She arched her back and bit her lip. “Make me forget.” Everything. Him.

He growled, hitching her thigh over his hip. He wanted to take it slow, his lips trailing down kissing every part of her, tasting her once more but his need to fill her overriding him. Next time I can take it slow.

“Please.” She mewled pleading him. Fill me. Make me yours again. She bucked her hips up, the head of his cock slipping through her slick folds making her throw her head back with a moan.

Liam thrust forward, her walls stretching around his length as he filled her completely. “You feel so good.” Like you were made just for me my love.

Her need for him setting her on fire, she was sure she’d be completely consumed if he didn’t move soon. She rocked her hips, urging him to move. She felt whole, almost like a piece she’d lost had been reclaimed. How did I let him go? “Yes, Liam.” She moaned, her hands gripping his back, pulling him closer as he thrust forward, setting a hard pace, as his own need took over. His lust darkened eyes locked on hers, she felt like she was floating as his body reclaimed hers. Her body sang, reacting to his every touch. Every thrust felt like he was carving his name into her branding her, marking her as his. I’m yours. Her head spun with ethereal delight, she felt a sense of closeness she hadn’t realized she’d been lacking. “I—I’m close.” She flung her head back moaning, her nails raking down his back, digging into the flesh.

Liam thrust harder, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold back. His hand slipped between them, he rubbed her clit with his thumb. She came with a shout of his name, her body tensing and shaking as her walls clamped down on his length. His head dropped as he came with a groan. He collapsed, rolling them to their sides, he pulled her close as his heart sang with joy. Now just to remove the obstacle.

She closed her eyes, nuzzling her face into his sweaty chest, momentary regret washing over her. What did I do?

How did I choose the wrong man?

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Smoke- Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 6

Pairing: Drake x MC; (past) Liam x MC

Word count: 1,130

Warnings: mental illness, manipulation, evil Liam

Summary: Those closest to Drake try to convince him to get help.

Song inspiration: Smoke by Medic

A/N: A huge thank you to @sirbeepsalot for all of her help and advice and being an ever patient sounding board. (MoE thanks DoE as well.) The characters have taken over! First Drake with his accusations and well now this mess. I have no clue what’s going on and I am 100% innocent! Next chapter will be Monday or Tuesday. (7/22 or 7/23) *hides*

Series warnings: Evil Liam, dark!fic, deceit, manipulation, dub con, possible NSFW content, possible character death. This is taking the Liam from TRH to the extreme, he is not the Liam we know and love. By clicking read more you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, I’m simply borrowing from PB for a bit.

Drake nervously paced the room, he felt on edge, like everyone was pointing at him and mocking him. Why did I think I could do this? Everyone around me knew I’d fail, why’d I think I could actually do this? I’m a fraud. I’m not a Duke, I don’t belong here. What was I thinking? His mind raced repeating every self doubt he’d had since Rebecca was named duchess. He never wanted this life, but it now came with her, so he lied to himself, convinced himself he could do anything with her by his side. Stupid. I was stupid to think I could hack it. He gritted his teeth as a pain rolled through his abdomen. What the hell is wrong now? It’s not enough that I’m sterile and a failure of a Duke?

“Drake, please come sit down.” Rebecca’s voice pulled him from the depths of his personal hell.

“Why? You’re all going to talk like I’m not here anyway. So go ahead decide what’s best for me! That’s why you’re all here, isn’t it?” Drake barked, his entire body appearing wild and feral.

“Drake.” Savannah’s voice shook with worry. “We’re here because we’re worried about you. We care about you. We just want you to get help.”

“Help? I don’t need help.” I need everyone to stop laughing at me.

Rebecca shook her head. She didn’t understand why he was so defensive and constantly lashing out. She couldn’t even recognize him anymore, gone was the marshmallow she fell in love with. Did I make a mistake? Did I choose the wrong man? She turned to look at Liam, his perfect kingly stoicism in place. No one could read him, except her. She could see the concern in his eyes and features. She wanted to reach out and try to show him she was thankful for his support, but she knew it would only prove to make Drake believe she was being unfaithful. Maybe I made the wrong choice, would I be happier as queen? Nope. Can’t go there. You love Drake. But he’s changed. He’s sick. But he thinks I’m cheating, how much is illness and how much is him? Does he really believe I would do that to him? But don’t you want to? But I haven’t! Her mind warred with itself, she felt pulled in two different directions and was unsure which way was up. She looked up in surprise when Savannah lightly touched her shoulder. What did I miss?

“Look at all this is doing to you and Rebecca Drake. You need help.”

Drake laughed, his eyes darting between Rebecca and Liam. “She’ll be fine she has her knight in shining armor.”

Rebecca recoiled, his words once again slapping her across the face. Is this the life I signed up for? Is this what really will make me happy? Can I survive always defending myself?

“Do you really think she would cheat on you? Do you really think Liam would do that to you?” Savannah pressed, trying to break through to her older brother.

“I know they already have.” He looked at all the faces around the room, none of them staying in focus. What the fuck is wrong with me? No, I’m fine it’s just anger! “Bas, you’ve been quiet what do you think? Do you think I’m going crazy too?”

“I think Drake, that you and Savannah were both too young to know how bad it got with your mother. And I’m worried about you.” But it was different. “This is how it was for Bianca, she became paranoid, lashed out, but she refused help. It got really bad, you two wouldn’t know but your father asked me to take you for a few days. It’s still early for you, you need treatment. Your mother is doing much better on meds.” Drake scoffed. “I know, you want to think you can do this yourself Drake but I really think you need to get some help before you hurt yourself or someone else.”

“I wouldn’t hurt anyone and you know that Bas!”

“You drove drunk.”

“And it was fine!”

“You got lucky! You could have killed yourself or someone else! You keep doing this Drake and eventually your luck will run out. And if you kill someone Drake, not even Liam could help you then. Please get help.”

“I don’t need to help!”

Bastien’s jaw tensed. Something is going on, but if I don’t get him help he could regret it. “Drake, you are getting help. Either you check yourself in for a seventy two hour hold or I will check you in for a hell of a lot longer.” He’ll be safe, we can find out exactly what’s going on.

Drake narrowed his eyes. Why won’t they just let me be? “You can’t be serious!”

“I’m very serious. You are hurting everyone in this room by not caring for yourself. You need help. So what will it be?”

Drake stared at Liam, the ever perfect king, not a scratch in his perfect kingly facade. His eyes drifted to Rebecca, falling apart at the seams. Why the fuck did I think I would be enough for her? She should have never chosen me! She wants him, she can have him. “I’m out of here.”

Rebecca blinked back tears. Why can’t he see we care about him? “Drake, please.”

Drake shook his head in dismay. Why won’t she admit I’m not who she wants? She’s already sleeping with him, she can have everything with him.

“Let him go.”

Liam’s voice causing everyone to look at him. “What?” Rebecca asked as startled by his words as the thrill she felt from them.

“He clearly thinks he doesn’t need help, and us forcing him won’t do anything. He’s the only one who can help him. If we force him to go be evaluated nothing with change unless he believes he has a problem.”

You just want me out of the way, but I concede, you’re the better man. You’re who she should have chosen. “Finally someone is making sense.”

Bastien felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Why doesn’t he want Drake to get help. “You’re not going anywhere, Drake. I refuse to sit back and watch you destroy yourself and everyone around you because you think you’re fine.”

Rebecca released a breathe as Bastien rose, taking hold of Drake as he escorted him to the car. He needs this. He needs the help. She felt like she was precariously hanging by the tips of her fingers on over a steep cliff as she watched Savannah follow. I can’t be alone. Her hand reached out, fingers wrapping around his forearm, halting his steps. She looked up at him with sad sapphire eyes. “Stay.”

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