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ellaa-writes · 5 months

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konig and the reader are roommates; best friends with a slight attraction to each other. reader decides to go out clubbing with some girlfriends, showing off her tight dress to konig before leaving— which ultimately arouses him hardly ;))

konig let’s his dick get the best of him and goes through the readers pantie drawer (#pantiekink) and goes back to his room, jerking himself off to the reader’s panties.. and boom reader comes back early and catches him.

(show your post about writers block, though you could execute this idea perfectly)

So sorry this took so long to write. This ask was sent back in November. I got a little carried away while writing this. Love this prompt so much! Thank you for sending it in and hope you enjoy :) (not proofread) PART 2

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After a long week of writing essays, listening while your professors drone on and on and spending every waking second studying or working your part time job. Simply to say you were beat and exhausted. Wanting nothing more than to stay in, catch up on some z's and possible a few episodes of your new favourite show.

But atlas you received a last minute text from your BFF.

I'm picking you up at 8, better look cute.

Throwing yourself back on your bed, letting out a loud huff. Knowing damn well you won't be able to say no to her. A soft knock against the frame of the door brought your attention back to reality.

He was tall, brooding and all to yummy, as your friends say. Your roommate König stood in the doorway, taking up all the space. His head reaching right to the top of the frame.

"Hey, didn't here you come in." you said sitting up. You kicked your shoes off and began typing back your response.

"Got plans?" he inquired. Leaning into the frame, crossing his over his chest. Making every muscle tighten and bulge just how you like it.

"Hmm, Kate's dragging me to some bar most likely." you replied to him. "I better get ready now, knowing her she'll show up early." it wasn't a surprise that your friend group loved to show up at your place. They all loved to sit around and ogle your roommate.

After answering an ad in the university student paper, you found yourself being shown around a decently sized 2 bedroom apartment only a block away from campus. It was too good to be true and too good to pass up. The landlord explaining that the first room was already rented out. You didn't mind sharing with a male, he seemed more than tidy. And you needed away from the awful university dorm rooms.

First meeting König, that was one for the books. After hauling your belongings up the 3 flights of stairs. Of course the elevator would break the day your were moving in. Struggling to get the key in the door, only to be greeted by a 6'7 and 270 lbs man standing bare cheated in the kitchen. You damn nearly fell over. Needing a moment to catch your breath.

Kate went on and on for weeks about him. Telling you if you didn't make a move she will. You had to remind her she had a long term boyfriend and you were seeing someone at the time, which soon fizzled out.

"I don't understand why you never say no to her." he tried to rationalize. You pushed passed him on your way to the shared bathroom.

"It's better today yes than listen to her complain." you told him back. Shutting the door before he could say anymore.

You took a quick shower, making sure to shave every nook and cranny. Layering yourself in body butter and making sure to spritz extra perfume. You choose to leave your hair straight, and simple makeup.

Tapping your foot against the aged wood floor, having a hard time decided between a short tight black dress or to go more casual in shorts and a cute top.

"Go with the dress." König voice reached you from your door. Startling you out of your thought, causing you to drop the dress onto the floor. König walked right in, bending down to the floor and retrieving the skimpy black dress. Still on his knees he held it up for you to grab, his head was so close to your core which was now pulsing with desire. You cheeks were flushed as you snatched it out of his grasp.

"Thanks.." you said hesitantly, turning away from him. He left you in silence, closing the door on his way out. You pulled out matching pair of lace lingerie, the ones you buried deep in your dresser. A gift from Kate, you've never worn them so todays that day you do.

You took a deep breath before stepping out into the shared common area, König's attention was on the football (American soccer) game. The click of your heels drawing his attention away. You stood their, twirling your fingers around. Shrinking under his lustful gaze. König cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his pants.

"How do I look?" you asked bashfully, the heat of your blush rising up from chest and across your face. "You look...." he was lost for words, the way the dress hugged every curve. "You look beautiful." he stood from his seat, the fabric over his crotch pulling tight against his throbbing cock. He knew he shouldn't be having these thoughts about you.

But he couldn't help himself. From the moment he set eyes on you, he was entranced.

"Give me a little spin." he commanded. Taking two long strides, taking your hand into his and giving you a little twirl. The giggle that came out of your mouth went straight to his cock.

Bzzz BZZZZZZ

The apartment buzzer rang through the space, pulling yourself away you rushed to the com system. "I'll be right down." you yelled through it. Hearing a mixture of garble coming from the other end.

"I'll probably be home late, if not I might crash at Kate's. I'll try not to wake you." the words rushed out of you as you ran around grabbing the last minute items before shuffling out the door.

König didn't get a goodbye in, or a have fun. The pit of jealously boiling up in his stomach stopped him. He watched from the livingroom as you bundled into Kate's car, watching the tail lights disappear down the street. He turned his attention back to his football game. But he couldn't focus, the ache of his cock kept plaguing his thoughts.

Usually he reserved himself to either his or the shower. But he couldn't help himself, pulling out his throbbing cock. It was already hard as a rock, the tip angry and leaking just a bit. The first few strokes had him holding his breath. He needed more, abandoning his spot on the couch, dick exposed to the air. He found himself in your room. It was smaller than his, everything was messily thrown around. He made his way right to your panties drawer, digging in the back to find the black lace panties you hid.

He came back empty handed, the thought of you wearing them under the dress had his cock leaking down the front of his pants, making a mess. He settled on a satin pair, purple in color with a small rose in the front.

Seating himself back on the couch, panties wrapped tight around his member. Stroking himself with you panties, using his knuckles to muffle out his wonton moans. He was too focused on the duty at hand. He didn't hear the door unlocking and the soft click of your heals.

You walked down the hall towards the shared living area, seeing König still on the couch. Pulling the straps of your heels off you let the loudly clank to the floor. You were a little iratated but also thankful that the night didn't go as planned.

König's head shot around, eyes wide in horror to seeing you standing behind him. If you didn't know better, it was like you caught him in the middle of something. The closer you got, you understood why.

Konig had your favourite pair of panties in his fist. His leaking tip poking out the top, as fast as it happened he through a pillow over his lap to block your view.

Stumbling backwards you rushed out some apologies. Babbling on about giving him some space.

König didn't want space at all, he wanted you. His hungry eyes watching has the hem of your dress rose up your thighs, just about exposing you ass. He stood quickly, following you into your room.

"I'm so sorry." you kept repeating. The heat of the embrassment flushed on your face. König stood there, cock out as he tried to get you to look at him.

"OMG!" you screamed, quickly averting your eyes. "Doll look at me." he tried to get you to face him but you couldn't. "Can you please put it away at least." he found your question amusing. "Why? Does it scare you?" he asked back. You scoffed at him, but deep down it did just a little.

Yes you've seen a handful of cocks before but none of them compared to König's.

"No." you said quietly.

"Why don't you touch it a bit, it won't bite." he took a small step towards you. Your stained panties still in his hand.

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LMFAO ok he got a little pervy at the end. I kinda want to make a part two now.

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empresskylo · 9 months

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beneath the mask ✩ chapter 5 ⬅ch.4

➠𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➠SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X AFAB!READER ➠CHAPTER TAGS | afab!reader. assault. alcohol. wc 2.6k ➠AUTHOR'S NOTE | sorry for taking so long. and i know this chapter is short... i've been so busy. i hope to update more frequently now.

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

the constant memory of ghost pressed close to your body, his chest flesh against yours, would not stop fogging your mind. you shook your head as you sat slouched against the wall in the room you and the rest of your team were currently stationed.

you, soap, ghost, and three other men were squatting at the top of an apartment building in a rather desolate city. you were currently waiting inside for soap to return from scouting the area. you were trying to keep cool but the lack of air conditioning and all the layers of your uniform was making it rather difficult. you wiped your brow and yanked your mask around your neck to try and give yourself more air. you felt flustered.

you couldn’t stop your eyes from flickering up to glance in the kitchen where ghost sat at the small circular table, looking over several dossier papers sprawled in front of him. he wore less than usual, his hard mask and helmet abandoned for his simple balaclava. he wore all black like usual but he had on jeans rather than his usual tactical pants. his face had a soft glow illuminating his eyes from light radiating off of the lamp in the corner of the room. you had to be as inconspicuous as possible and that included keeping the shades pulled and the lights off but a select few.

you imagined it was probably difficult for him to see, his eyes struggling to focus on the words. then the image of him leaning close to you drifted into your mind. his eyes fluttering and drowsy, as they were in that closet, but this time without all the bulkiness of his other mask and helmet. you felt a rush of anxiety ebb in your stomach.

your eyes traced his hands as he shifted between papers, his gloves forgotten on the other side of the table. you imagined how they’d feel against you, his hand coming up to gently caress your face.

oh my god, you were losing it .

you looked up, locking your inappropriate thoughts away, and to your surprise, ghost’s eyes were already on you, making an awful sense of embarrassment course through your entire body.

you quickly looked down at your lap, focusing back on cleaning your handgun, your hands stuttering a little bit as you tried to act natural. your body begged–pleaded even–for you to look back over at him, and against your better judgment, you did. you glanced up in his direction again and found him still looking at you. he caught you in the act twice now…

the door busted open, a panicked sergeant and soap rushed inside, rescuing you from figuring out how you were going to get past your staring contest with ghost.

you pushed up to your feet and hurried over to the commotion. soap helped plop your teammate down on the couch, his leg soaked with blood. “what happened?” you asked.

soap turned to you, his demeanor calm and collected. “a bloody prick from las almas cartel shot him. don’t even think they knew who we were,” he explained.

you grabbed your bag and stood back in front of the hurt sergeant who had yanked his mask off and was gritting his teeth in pain. you dug through your bag and leaned forward, wanting to stop the bleeding. “no, i don’t want you touching me,” he grimaced, grabbing his thigh above the bullet wound in a guarding gesture.

soap was on the other side of the couch, still catching his breath from hauling the man up four flights of stairs. “i just need to stop the bleeding–” you assured, trying to get a clean rag on the wound to hold pressure.

when you touched him, his hand came up unexpectedly and shoved you back, then he gripped your other arm tightly, making you look down at him. the look of alarm must have been blatant on your face because his eyes filled with satisfaction.

but there was something else…his face was filled with rage you recognized all to well as being amplified by his pain. the adrenaline was likely wearing off and you could see sweat forming on his forehead. he was in agony, his thigh probably screaming in searing heat, which did nothing but make whatever grudge he had against you that much more potent.

“ i said, don’t fuckin’ touch me ,” he spat. you were frozen in place, unsure of what to do next. you had never been attacked like this by a teammate.

“i…” you stammered.

before you had a chance to decide what to do, his hand was being pried off of you, ghost’s own hand crushing his as he pulled it away. “ah, shit,” the man groaned as ghost strained his wrist.

“tell me why i shouldn’t send your ass back to price under the charges of aggravated assault against a teammate,” ghost essentially growled, his voice a beat or two lower than usual.

you reached up and rubbed your bicep subconsciously as you stumbled backward, still a bit dazed at the interaction. you felt soap beside you now, his hand resting on your shoulder as he assessed the situation.

the man flinched in pain as ghost closed his hand harder around his wrist.

the man snarled, “i saw that bitch leave men behind in al mazrah. i don’t want her anywhere near me–” before he could keep ranting, accusing you of going against your own team, ghost’s other hand went straight for the man’s throat, wrapping tightly around it as he pushed him back into the rickety couch, his head slamming against the wall.

ghost’s rage filled the room, his desire to hurt this man palpable. “ghost,” soap warned, though you could see the hesitation flicker across johnny’s visage.

ghost leaned into the man and said something too lowly for you to hear. “ghost,” you said faintly. “don’t fucking kill the guy.”

soap looked ready to intervene when ghost let go, shoving the man backward as he did and stood up straight. his eyes didn’t meet yours as he stormed off into the kitchen. “you’re done here,” he grunted to the man.

you and soap shared a look before he turned. “a real piece of shit, you are,” he mumbled. “you know it’s protocol what she did. i would've done the same in her shoes.”

the man looked peeved as he looked back down at his leg which was starting to drip blood onto the floor.

“i’ll go to the camp across–”

“no. you’re done here. go the fuck back to base. you’re off this mission,” ghost’s voice chimed in from the kitchen, the malevolence seeping over all his words.

“fuckin’ hell,” the man grumbled, looking up at you with fire in his eyes.

you tried to think of any acrimony prior involving you and your teammate, but you could find none. was he truly upset at your decisions as a medic? was he right? you tried to shut your second-guessing down as soap talked to you.

things began to cool down as your other teammates returned and your assailant had left. ghost refused to let you help him after all that he had said. you had wanted to at least give him some bandages before he left, even if he called you names and bruised your arm. but arguing with ghost was futile.

you sat in the kitchen beside soap who had found an old whiskey bottle tucked away in one of the cabinets and poured the lot of you a glass. you sipped yours and made a face, making soap laugh. you stared at the amber liquid in your glass and thought about the last time you and soap sat together drinking whiskey and how upset you had been then, too.

after a few beats of silence, soap spoke, gaining ghost’s attention from across the kitchen. “i wanted to let you kill him, but shit, ghost,” soap sounded exacerbated like he was tired both physically and mentally. “finding hassan is too important, we can’t be dishonorably discharged now.” a piece of you lit up at soaps words. he wanted to let ghost kill the guy for speaking to you so disrespectfully and putting his hands on you, and something about that made you feel safe. protected. like these men were becoming your family.

“after, then?”

soap laughed. “you are one scary mother fucker.”

“only when im pissed,” ghost corrected.

“don’t think i’ve ever seen you happy, then,” soap teased before taking a swig of his drink.

the kitchen was dark and you could very faintly see the details of ghost. your lips parted and you held in a gasp as he pushed up his mask just enough to free his mouth and take a sip of his whiskey.

you wished the lights were on so you could make out what he looked like in all his glory. your mouth got dry as his eyes settled on you. he pulled his mask back down and you turned away in bashfulness. you swore you heard him chuckle quietly to himself across the room.

you cursed at yourself. since when did you become so infatuated with the man who despised you?

it was rapidly approaching midnight as you sat atop the roof, gazing out into the city below. the air was far cooler now that the sun had set, the breeze messing your hair up. the sparse and decrepit city gave you an odd sense of comfort as you watched the small number of people still awake, out and about, cross streets, and enter the one convenience store that was still open, its neon sign flickering.

you sat your sniper down and took a seat along the edge of the building, trying to listen to the sounds from below instead of the thoughts racing in your head.

first watch was always the worst. it was so hard to keep your eyes open and it was lonely up here by yourself knowing everyone else was sleeping. you sighed and leaned back on your hands. at least you could see more stars here with the lack of light pollution than back at home.

the shifting of boots on cement startled you and you turned your head. ghost stood a few feet behind you, looking down at you with his dark and all-consuming gaze.

“ghost,” you breathed.

“simon.”

you looked at him confused. he strolled a bit closer. “my name,” he said succinctly.

“oh.” you felt stupid but that's the only response that came to your head. you heard him make a sound that could have been a laugh, but you weren’t sure.

he leaned against the large hvac unit, his hands sliding into his pockets.

a sense of awkwardness bubbled inside you. should you bring up the other week when he trapped you both in the closet? or would he think you were crazy–that he simply was protecting the two of you and your perverted thoughts were reading into things?

you landed on the ladder.

“what was that back there?” you finally asked.

“what? when i stopped one of my sergeants from attacking a teammate?” you could tell he raised his brows under his mask with the way it shifted. “exactly as it sounds. what more of an explanation do you need?”

a rush of embarrassment filled your chest. “i know, it just seemed like a more… emotional reaction rather than rational. and i’ve only ever known you to be rational.”

“hm,” he hummed before crossing his feet over one another. “guess you just make me a bit irrational.” the way his accent sounded heavier than usual was leading you to believe he may have had more than just one glass of whiskey.

fire flared across your face. “oh.”

“that seems to be a popular response of yours.”

his eyes were boring into your own. you were certain he could hear your heart racing even from where he stood.

“it's hard to respond when you confuse me.” you regretted the words the moment they left you.

“confuse you?” he asked. the way he was looming in the dark so casually made your heart twist.

“yeah, uh. i guess i just thought you hated me. so it was a surprise seeing you stand up for me like that,” you paused. “not that i didn’t appreciate it,” you quickly corrected. “i did… i just… i don’t know.”

his eyes scanned your face before looking off the roof and into the distance. you thought he was never going to answer, leading you to feel more embarrassed than humanly possible. but eventually, he did, after he walked over and took a seat beside you.

your hands clung on either side of your thighs as you looked straight ahead. your chest tightened feeling his eyes lingering on you.

“i don’t hate you.”

you smiled mirthlessly as you looked over at him. “just don’t like, then?” you asked.

he made a humming noise like he had thought what you said wasn’t very amusing. “i just don’t want you getting into my head.”

was he poking fun at you? you couldn’t tell. it was so hard to read him when he always had that stupid mask on.

“i cant tell if you’re laughing at me or not.”

“why would i be laughin’?”

“i don’t know,” you risked a glance at him and instantly regretted it, his eyes appraising you intensely. “it’s just so hard to know if someone is being truthful with you when they always have their face covered.”

he took a moment. “you wouldn’t like what's underneath.”

you gave a breathless laugh. “well, who cares what i think?”

his eyes darted over to yours before quickly looking back at the horizon. you thought that was it. that the conversation had come to an end. but regardless, you were pleased you got him to speak as much as he did to you. but now you were worried you had something wrong.

“simon,” you said in a mousey tone.

you saw his grip on the ledge tighten. “it appears i’ve grown… to like you.”

your head snapped in his direction, daring to look up at his face. he was still looking forward, avoiding your eyes, a stark contrast to his intense gaze the whole rest of the night. “what?”

“its dangerous. lettin’ people get close.” you wondered if it was the whiskey that made him more apt to talk.

“you can’t live without letting people in. life is miserable that way,” you said matter-of-factly.

“yeah, well. life is pretty fuckin’ miserable when the people you let in leave you, too. lose-lose i suppose.”

“simon, i didn’t–”

“go sleep. i came up here to relieve you.”

“but i still have another two hours of my shift–”

“i won’t tell you again,” he growled, his voice taking a sharp turn from the soft candor he was speaking to you earlier.

“okay,” you replied timidly, looking at him one last time before standing up.

you approached the door to the stairs and paused, turning and speaking to ghost’s back. “i hope you learn to let someone in. if not me, then soap.” you sucked in a breath. “you need to have people in your life who care about you. and you’ll lose yourself if you don’t have anyone to care about. so yeah, it hurts like hell losing them, but i would gladly take all the pain that comes with loss if it means not being alone.”

he didn’t acknowledge your words but you knew he heard you. you sighed before creeping back inside and finding a spot in the living room to sleep.

chapter 6 ➡

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blughxreader · 1 year

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Platonic Yan!Superman

Summary: An afternoon-in-the-life of Superfam's kidnapped darling CW: post-kidnap, chains. relatively tame, Clark is a good daddy. ambiguously aged reader. ft, mommy lois. WC: 624

When it comes to you, Clark's strength and self-control sit in a precarious balance.

It takes monumental discipline not to break people's ear drums from the blast-off towards home or to flatten Smallville's crops when landing too suddenly. The frenzied excitement at seeing you after a long day makes him forget his powers, but he's generally mindful.

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Clark landed in a gust of air that rattled the house, hand on the doorknob before the windows even vibrated. It took him a second to remember to be human.

Clark inhaled deeply through his nose and went through his checklist.

Human strength?

Breathing?

Feet on the ground?

Calm and collected?

Warm air and the delicious smell of dinner greeted him like a hug. Clark took a step inside, carefully measuring the weight behind each step until he comfortably distributed his usual 235 pounds. Tension bled from his muscles when he narrowed in on your frantic heartbeat upstairs.

"Hi, baby," Lois called from the kitchen.

Clark migrated towards her voice, spotting Lois at the table with her head ducked behind her computer screen.

"Hi, you." Clark smiled.

His eyes skirted over the pot of soup simmering on the stove as he walked to the table. With feather-light fingers, he guided Lois's face up for a kiss. Comforting serenity did away with the last of his nerves, and Clark took a second to appreciate how perfect his family was.

They parted, faces lingering close.

"So..." Clark started, voice an absent hum. Your heartbeat seemed to echo through the house, but Clark knew only he could hear. "Mind if I ask how your day was, then get back to you in a few minutes for the answer?"

Lois rolled her eyes with a smile, pushing his chest away. "Go on, you awful worrier."

Shooting her a sheepish grin, Clark hurried out of the kitchen towards the stairs.

Finally. Clark worried about you at all hours of the day. Thoughts of you escaping or accidentally hurting yourself were an ever-present concern, despite his thorough precautions. Worrying wasn't all he did, though. Clark also just longed to see you.

Clark's foot landed on the squeaky step, followed by your sharp breath from down the hall.

It was no secret that you didn't want to be a part of their family, and Clark understood. He did everything to make himself as predictable and gentle as possible, hoping that one day you would be happy to hear him come home.

Clark carefully approached your door, listening to you move. Thumpthumpthump, your pulse fluttered.

Rasping a knuckle on the door, he said, "Kiddo?"

He didn't wait for an answer. Time slowed as the door slid open, revealing you in all your precious glory.

You were sitting at your desk, back straight and hands in your lap. Despite your fear, your face was as pleasant as you could make it, save for the small quivers in your tight smile.

Clark’s eyes crinkled from his smile. “Hey, kid. I missed you.”

“Hi,” you said meekly, rising to greet him.

Clark crossed the room with more speed than he intended and swept you into his arms, pulling you off your chair. The chain around your ankle rattled at the disturbance.

Your shaky arms wrapped around Clark's back, and his heart swelled with love. His sweet kid. His unending joy.

Clark kissed the crown of your head, drawing out the hug for as long as possible. He looked out your window, seeing sunny, blue skies past the iron bars that caged the glass.

Now that he thought about it, it was beautiful weather on the flight home.

Clark settled you down on your feet, arms still wrapped around your small frame. With a smile that matched the sun's light, Clark asked, "Want to sit outside and wait for Jon's school bus?"

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 6 months

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Exhausted // Ethan Landry

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: preoccupied with studying and utterly exhausted, your movie night with your boyfriend slips your mind. but instead of being upset, ethan helps you let go of all your stress.

warnings: language

word count: 754

a/n: gn!reader, no physical desprictions of reader included, no ghostface au this has been in my drafts for a while, so i figured i might as well post it!

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You grumbled to yourself as you trudged up the stairs in your apartment building. The elevator was still broken, and at this point the idea of it ever getting fixed seemed impossible. You continued your seemingly endless journey up the flights of stairs, your eyes occasionally flitting closed from your utter exhaustion.

It was nearing midterms, which meant more school work and more studying. You had spent the past three hours in the library pouring over textbooks and trying to get final projects completed and papers finished. After making very little progress and staring at a blank document that was supposed to have your English paper on it for forty-five minutes, you were drained. Each movement felt like it took every ounce of energy in your body, and you were struggling just to keep your eyes open long enough to make it back to your apartment.

Finally, you reached your floor and you pushed the door open, exiting the stairwell. Letting out a sigh of relief, you unlocked your apartment door and stepped inside, closing the door behind you. Almost immediately, you dropped your bag on the floor, followed by your coat and boots, as you felt the weight of the day slowly slipping away. And that’s when you saw Ethan.

Shit. It couldn’t have been Friday already, right? But one glance down at your phone confirmed it. You had been so busy with school, you hadn’t realized what day it was. Every Friday you and Ethan have a movie night instead of an official date night, due to your dislike for fancier things and his aversion to spending time in public places. But you were late, and you had forgotten. And the disappointed look on Ethan’s face said it all.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize that it was Friday! I’ve just been so busy with midterms coming up and I guess it just slipped my mind.” You walked over to Ethan who was sitting on your couch. “I really am sorry. Please don’t be mad.”

Ethan sighed, looking up at you and taking your hands into his. “You know I could never be mad at you. It’s not like you purposefully stood me up, you were busy. It’s fine.”

You bit your lip nervously, still a bit uneasy. “Are you sure? I feel awful. I know I’m like really late, but we could still watch a movie now. If you’d want?” Your words trailed off into a yawn, your eyes blinking back sleep.

“I’m sure. And we can reschedule for another time, you look exhausted, baby.”

You quickly shook your head. “I’m not that tired. I’ll be fine, really. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“I’m not gonna be disappointed if we don’t watch anything tonight. I just want to spend time with you. Movie or not, it doesn’t matter. All I want is to be with you.” Ethan smiled softly, forcing you to smile in return.

Before you had the chance to respond, Ethan pulled you forward by your hands that were still in his, causing you to fall onto his lap. You laughed in surprise as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Your legs managed to wrap around his back and your arms draped over his shoulders, clinging to him like a koala.

This was what you needed. Not watching some random movie that neither of you really paid any attention to. Holding him tightly and feeling him hold you in return, it was like all the stress inside of you just melted away. You buried your face in his neck, your nose still a bit cold from the snow outside, which caused him to shiver slightly. You smiled to yourself, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“I love you,” he whispered, practically melting in your embrace.

You tried to tell him that you loved him too, but since you refused to remove your face from his neck, your words came out a muffled mess. He smiled nonetheless, knowing what you were trying to say.

Soon your eyes grew heavy and your grip on him loosened. Before Ethan knew it, you were asleep, using him like your pillow. His heart warmed at the sight, you looked so peaceful while you were sleeping. A stark contrast to the stressed expression on your face when you had arrived. You snuggled closer to him in your sleep, your fingers lightly gripping his shirt. Ethan smiled before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Goodnight, my love.”

tags: @nowitsmissing @hyeyulove

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gojo-mochi · 7 months

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hey hey! could I request for the kinktober event vampire!mihawk or demon!crocodile? also, can you put some smut and some extra spices? Like maybe mihawk getting completly adicted on readers blood? tx dear, hope ya have a good day!!

CW: Fem!reader with dress. Blood drinking (ofc), Mention of weed usage, cockwarming, fingering, p/v cowgirl position, Mihawk calls you a bitch once, overstimulation. Vampire powers. Hints of Yandere!Mihawk.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! Hope you enjoy it! From my kinktober event!

Word Count: 3.7k

You decided that you had enough of the sweaty dancing bodies on the first floor of the mansion. Bumping and pushing your way into the crowd, almost elbowing a guy in the stomach for not getting the hint that you did not want him to grind on you. Sweat dripped down your cheek as you eventually made it to the stairwell. Exploring the second floor only to find that most of the room was already occupied from the noises you were hearing. Sounds like most of them were having a good time as well. Sighing, you took your weary leg up another flight of stairs, up to the third floor of the mansion.

Finding this floor to be relatively empty, only a couple of stoners laze around the hallway or some of the open rooms you peeked in. The heavy smoke wafting through the air was enough for you to be feeling woozy, stumbling your way further down the floor and finding an empty hallway leading to a grand set of double doors. You push on it and shuffle your way in, taking in a deep breath of clean air. Enjoying how you could breathe easily without coughing your lungs out now. You rub your eyes as you take a clear look at the room you were in, lines of shelves filled with various books enter your vision.

Of course, the weird old creepy mansion has a grand library in it. It was eerily quiet in the library, you half-expected some old decrepit librarian lady to come and shush you as you shut the door behind you, the hinges creaking loudly. A sign that no one has used this place in a long while, if the small coating of dust bunnies on the bookshelves weren’t evidence enough. Still, it was better than the other hallway, a little bit of dust never hurt anyone anyway. You decided to stay here for a while, eyeing the titles of books as you walk further into the library.

“Science, History, Math too? Was the owner a teacher or something?” You ponder your thoughts out loud as you read some of the titles that caught your eye. “The Adventure of the long-nosed Liar, 101 ways to scam someone, How to Cook Oden, Finding the One Piece in your life….” None of these really interested you, your eyes were so focused on scanning the Shelves that you didn’t realize that there was someone else in the library with you. Someone who has been watching you the entire time, from the moment you stepped into the library, his piercing golden eyes were trained on you.

Mihawk would usually just use his power to convince anyone who finds the library to leave immediately, he wasn't about to let anyone ruin his safe haven. Annoyed that he got tricked by a certain red-haired- drunk into even coming to this party. However, when you came in, he was taken aback by your mouth-watering scent. So he stayed back, carefully watching your every move like a hawk. You were dressed as a murder victim or that’s what he believed at least, a white collared dress splatter in fake blood. He knew it was fake from the awful chemical smell that was coming from it. It was a simple costume for someone who also didn’t really want to attend this party either.

Mihawk licks his lips as he thought about painting your dress with real blood instead, covering that awful synthetic smell with your sweet honeyed aroma instead. The fake blood was too lightly colored anyway, real blood would be a nice richer color, like the color of his favorite bottle of wine. These thoughts swirl in his head as he continues to observe your actions, scrunching up his nose as you come across some vampire themed novels. How ironic he thought silently, seeing you picked a book called “Marked by the Vampire '', raising an eyebrow in curiosity when your heartbeat quickens a bit when you skimmed through the book.

The book you just picked up just so happened to be a raunchy and steamy romance novel, one of those that the ladies in book clubs will absolutely fawn and gossip over for days. You landed on a page right in the middle of a sex scene. The poor innocent village girl who was taken captive by the dark and broody vampire was now being pinned underneath him, your eyes glued to the pages as you read on; “His fangs grazed her neck, not yet puncturing in, just a light tease. His hands groped down on her body, feeling her terrified nerves with every single moment he made. She gasps out as one of his hands roam under her dress, pulling it up and-”

“You seem quite captivated by this book, it must be an interesting read.” A rich and mysterious voice spoke out from behind you. You drop the book instantly, turning back to come face to face with a tall dark-haired stranger. He was dressed like some sort of slutty vampire? If you had to take a guess, that is, considering that he was wearing a high-collared dark cape, a brimmed feather hat, and those fancy high-waisted pants. But no shirt, so you were free to ogle at his extremely toned abs and his also very muscular arms when he bends down to pick up the fallen book.

Muscles and ogling aside, how long has he been here for anyway? Were you just too absorbed into reading to notice someone come in? The door’s hinges should have alerted you with how loud they creaked earlier. Or was he in here the whole time and you just never noticed? It gave you a dreadful feeling in the pits of your stomach. You were alone, far away from the rest of the party, with a stranger who looked like he could pick you up by the throat with one hand. You nervously start to shift away a bit from him, only for him to stop you with one glance down of his golden eyes.

His calloused hands held the book open, right on the page where you left it. “Planning on leaving so soon? It looked like you were enjoying this book, apologize if I startled you.” His eyes switched back to the book and its pages, you could see the small movement of his pupils as he browsed over the text. “Very interesting read, I can see why you were so engrossed in it.” His facial expression was neutral but his tone gave away his thoughts on it, it had a teasing lilt to it and something else you couldn’t put your finger on.

You chuckled out shakily, shrugging your shoulders back in reply. “I just didn’t notice you came in here that’s all. Or were you here before me? Anyway, I was just bored and the book looked like it was fun but that doesnt mean I was that into it!” A delicate blush rushes up to your face as you try to defend yourself, being caught reading something smutty and enjoying it by a handsome guy. Mihawk’s eyes narrowed upon seeing your blush, he could practically hear the rush of blood in your veins at this point. He chuckles out himself, “No need to be ashamed now, my dear. Everyone has needs, don’t they? I know I certainly do. Ah, How about this then? Since we both don’t seem to be fond of the party, why don't we find something fun to do here.”

You noticed that he didn’t answer your questions but your mind was getting fuzzier by the minute, was the weed hitting out this late or something. Mihawk took a couple of steps towards you, his free cupping your cheek gently, running a thumb over your skin. “We can even recreate some of the scenes in this book, if you so like, my dear.” His eyes seemed to bore right into your soul, your body froze up, but your skin felt like it was gonna melt from how fast it was heating up. Mihawk throws the book behind him, leaning his head down to your neck.

His hand on your cheek, forcibly tilting your head back so he could have more access to your pretty little neck. He wasn’t planning on drinking anyone's blood at this party, thinking that no one’s who would go to a party like this would have blood worth drinking. But you prove him wrong, still he wasn’t one to keep a victim or drain them completely. He finds it bothersome to have someone around all the time and getting rid of a body was equally bothersome as well. He would just do his standard routine of mind control and taking some blood and leave you somewhere else on the floor.

Erasing your memories of him and having you believe that you just got blacked out drunk. Clean, simple and cut, no need for anything fancy or extra work. Simple… that what he thought this was going to be, until he finally got a taste of your blood. His fangs sink in so easily, like slicing into a cake, the first savor of your sweet crimson nectar on his tongue had Mihawk moaning shamelessly. Sinking his fangs in even deeper than he usually does. His tongue flicked rapidly to lap up every single drop.

Mihawk then lets go of you with another debauched groan coming from his throat. Your blood dripped down the side of his face and chin. The spell on your mind gradually loses its powers, your eyes blink reality back into existence slowly. Mihawk was wiping away your blood with a handkerchief when your mind snapped back together, you stumbled backwards and fell ungracefully on your ass. Scrambling away from your attacker, holding the two bleeding holes in your neck with a shaky hand.

Mihawk was in shock, he never lost control like this before, but you… you were different from all the others he ever drank from. Comparing their blood to yours would be like comparing pig swill to a bottle of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Grand Cru 1945. He couldn't let you get away so easily, but he wasn't going to resort to savagery. No, he had other ways to get you to submit, it should be easy, after all, he could smell your arousal leaking down on your panties…

He finished wiping away at his face, pocketing his handkerchief away and bending down on one knee and reaching out a hand to you. “Apologies once more, my dear. This has never happened… happened to me before.” It sounded like he was apologizing for cumming too early, not for freaking biting your neck! You glare at the hand he was offering to you, but you still stopped your escape plan for now. “I don’t know if a simple apology is gonna cut it for trying to kill me, you know.” You hiss out at him, swatting away his hand when it comes closer like a cat.

Mihawk’s eyes widened by a fraction for a small second. “I wasn’t trying to kill you, my dear. I just wanted a taste but it seems that your blood was far more appetizing than I thought. Still, I would never kill you.” ‘You’re far too special for that.. And I have other things in mind for you…’ Mihawk levels his facial expression to look more docile, reaching out his hand once again. “I propose a deal, you let me drink some of your blood and I’ll make this night into an unforgettable experience for you.” He even gave you a small smile at the end, the slight quirk of his lips was enough to make you clench your thighs together.

Damn him and his handsome face…”What do you mean by ‘unforgettable experience’ exactly?” This time as Mihawk’s hand comes towards you, you decide to take it, his other hand swooping down to the small of your back to help lift you back up to your feet. He angles his head a bit towards you as he answers; “You know, my dear. I can tell how wet you got from earlier. My senses tell me that you crave in a different way. I can help take care of that for you, in simple exchange. A treat for a treat, shall we say? No tricks here.”

His smooth sultry travels to your ear all the way down to your core. Could you really trust a stranger, lest alone a Vampire, to keep his word? You’re weren’t exactly sure but you when are you ever going to get the chance to fuck a vampire? You could just blame your poor choices on the copious amount of second-hand weed you inhaled on this floor. You licked your lips, looking back up at the vampire. “Could I at least get your name first?” You asked shyly, feeling more anxious and embarrassed that he could tell how aroused you were by him.

Mihawk dips his head down to scrape his fangs over the pulse point of your neck. “Call me Mihawk, and you, my dear?” His hands grope at your sides, making you squeak out your name quietly. Mihawk runs his fangs over your neck once more, whispering your name over the bare skin. Then he pulls away from you, his pupils blown wide and lightly grabbing at your wrist as he leads you further in the library to a small corner with a couch in it.

He sits down on it first, spreading his thigh out wide as he tugs on your wrist to make you come in between them. His hands back on your side as he purrs out; “I should warm up my meal first, right?” “You know, I really don't appreciate being called tha-ohhHah!” Your complaints got whisked away as Mihawk’s fingers went under your dress and palmed at your panties. His fingers pressing down heavily on the wet spot in the middle.

His fingers pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to the cold air and his strangely cold fingers as well. As he runs his fingers over your slick folds, your arousal drips down on his hand. He plunges in his digits into you, easily finding that spot that made your knees buckle. Your own hands grab onto Mihwak’s shoulder for balance, as he starts to find a good pace in and out of your pussy. The squelching noises echoed loudly in the eerily quiet library, your cries bouncing off the walls and back to you. “Mmff-fuc-fuck!” Mihwak kept going at an unrelenting pace, bullying your cute pussy, his wrist slapping sharply against your clit, your slick completely covering his hand at this point but he didn’t seem to care. In fact, as you try to focus your bleary eyes on his face, he was wearing a deadpan expression, his face unchanging even as your moans and knees get weaker and weaker when you start reaching your peak.

Your fingers clawing deep into his shoulders, the coil in your stomach finally snapping and you gush out on his hand, soaking his sleeves even. “Mm-uwaahhh…ahh-ah?! Mi-Mihawk! Wait-please-ahhH-fuck!” Your body bends over, throwing your arms around Mihawk’s neck and shoulders and squeezing tight as your knees lose all of its strength. Mihawk kept on bullying your abused pussy with his fingers even through your orgasm, going at a faster pace than before. A second orgasm was already building up, Mihawk’s other hand holding you up from behind so you wouldn't fully fall over.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” A colorful string of curses escapes your mouth as Mihawk forces another orgasm from you. This time Mihawk lets you collapse onto his lap, his non-stained hand massaging your back as you calm down. He softly put your thighs over his so you were spread open on his lap. His golden eyes scans your face as he unbuckles his pants and free his thick cock, rubbing the tip on your leaking folds, tilting his head in question. “Ready?” His low timbre voice was even, giving away no indication of how feral he felt inside.

You pout at his tone, huffing out a whine; “Can you at least pretend to like this?” You murmured, hands coming up to cup his face, thumb tracing over his smooth skin, no sign of aging or wrinkles anywhere to be seen. Mihawk’s self composure almost breaks at your tender touch, he was trying his best not to give away his inner thoughts. On how he absolutely wanted to ruin you, corrupt you, take you away from the outside world and lock you in his castle with him forever. But he couldn’t risk scaring you off, he wasn’t one for the chase, he preferred to keep things neat and tidy.

He breathes out, almost sounding annoyed, making you cringe inside. Your hands began to pull away only for Mihawk to grab them and put them back on his face. “Forgive me, my dear, I am just not used to…” He trails off, his eyes looking away from you and for a split second you could see the raging emotions he was hiding underneath. Feeling a bit bolder now that you know the kind of effect you had on him, you take action and lower your hips down, sinking his cock in you. Your previous orgasm made it easy for the first half of the stretch but he was far more lengthy than you thought.

Mihawk groans out, feeling your tight walls squeeze him, it was like heaven on earth to him, your pulsing heat shook him to his core. Seeing you struggle to take him fully, he gets even more riled up, watching your cute scrunched up face and pussy swallowing up half of his cock. Your hushed pleas for help, as you continue to struggle. He places his lips back on the bite mark he made, pressing open mouth kisses on the wound, as his hand strokes at your swollen clit, the other one on your hip gently guiding you down. “I-I don’t think it's going to fit.” You whine, jutting your bottom lips as your pussy gets stretched out even more.

“Don’t worry, my dear, it will fit.” ‘You were made for me after all…’ Everything about you drove Mihawk crazy and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared of this foreign feeling. He just thought that your blood was the only thing special about you, but he was wrong. You sink down slowly, taking in every inch of Mihawk, his thick throbbing vein dragging along your warm walls. As you finally bottom out on his cock, Mihawk sinks in his fangs, letting out a feral moan, almost to the point of whimpering.

He greedily gulped down your crimson saccharine nectar, you tried to alleviate the pain by moving your hips but Mihawk stopped you. His thumb was still lazily rubbing small patterns on your clit so you weren’t completely without pleasure. He lets go of your neck only so he could speak, his voice raspy and laced with heavy desire. “Don’t move too much, just sit here and let me take my fill, and th-then I’ll give you everything, my dear.” You wanted to protest but you felt you would be punished badly if you disobeyed so you stayed as still as you could. With Mihawk’s cock buried deep inside of you, his thumb only gives you enough pleasure to distract you from the stinging pain of having your blood sucked from you.

Mihawk slowed down his feeding, opting to lap sweetly at the blood, enjoying your small squirms and needy pants. He wanted to savor your taste, drinking too quickly would ruin his meal. He already made up his mind that he was going to kidnap you but that doesn't mean he couldn't have his fun with you right now. So it was, Mihawk kept you on his lap for what felt like hours, nipping at your neck when you tried to move too much or whine too loudly for his liking. Your mind starts blanking at some point, perhaps due to the bloodlost or from the constant edging, you had enough and didn't care about the punishment right now.

You rutted your hips forward, hands clawing at Mihawk’s open chest pitifully. Mihawk would punish you like normal, but after drinking so much of your blood, he was drunk on it. Giving your neck one last long lick and pressing his bloodied lips on yours, into a searing hot kiss. “Can’t fucking wait anymore, can you?” He thrusts up his hips, ramming his cock straight into your cervix. Bouncing his thighs in a ruthless rhythm, his hands pressing down on your hips so you felt every inch of his length in you, with no room to wiggle or move out.

“Panting like a fucking bitch in heat, haahh..” Mihawk grunted out, spreading out one hand to rub at your clit. “Is this what you wanted huh? Plap Plap…Plap! He stutters his hips once letting his cock almost slip out, only to slam it back in forcefully once more. Your eyes roll backwards, a whole new galaxy of stars appears in your vision. Your stomach tightens and snaps, releasing and gushing all over Mihawk’s thighs and lap. He presses his forehead against yours, running the bridge of his nose over yours for a bit.

A hand off your hip and now running through your hair, calming you down, and honestly he needed to calm down as well before his own coil would snap, his cock still sitting heavily in your core. His thighs trembling with need and desire but Mihawk was determined not to cum just yet; “Hmmmm.. Was that good enough for you? Going to finally be good now?” He sighs out, his voice quivers just a bit, if you were more clear-headed you would have caught that but you just loll your head down on his shoulder as your hole clenches and unclench on his cock, trying to adjust once more.

He softly pats your head, bringing up his other hand and summoning a book to his hand. He settles back on the couch, bringing you with and secretly making sure you’re comfortable. “Now behave while I read alright? If you interrupt me again, your next punishment will be much harsher…”

#one piece smut #one piece x reader #mihawk x reader #mihawk smut #₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ softy writes #kinktober 2023

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sunlightmurdock · 9 months

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thinking about older bf bradley helping you move houses! maybe your moving home from college and moving in together and all your friends are jealous of your super hot boyfriend.

don’t !! even !!! where was this man when I moved into my college dorm up four flights of stairs alone bc the lift was broken !?!

he’s there the day before, standing with his hands on his hips and surveying your half-packed up room, silently.

“I know it’s a lot of stuff, but, um—“

“No, no,” He lifts his arm and tucks you under it, squeezing you softly against his side, planting a quick kiss to the top of your head. “It’s fine. We’ll make it fit. I’ve got it.”

The two of you have got the place to yourselves and your bed hasn’t been taken apart yet. You look up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye, “Last chance to fuck a college girl, Bradshaw. What do you say?”

He chuckles softly as he unwraps his arm from around your shoulder and smacks your ass instead. Spinning you towards him and starting to walk you backwards, there’s a dubious look on his face as he studies you.

“I feel like you get turned on when I come over here. Y’know, I’ve never been in this apartment once without us fucking in it? — What’s up with that?”

You smile, pushing up onto your tiptoes and kissing him sweetly. “You’re thinking too much. I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Uh-uh.” Bradley chuckles, pressing you down onto your beck and guiding your thighs around his waist. You’re exceptionally eager, lifting your head and kissing him passionately, trying to deepen the kiss with each breath.

Bradley hates this bed. In fact, he can’t wait to tear it apart tomorrow morning and never have to see it again. With each thrust, the headboard smacks into the wall behind it — and with these thin walls in these new apartment buildings, Bradley’s just been waiting for the day where he has to patch a hole in the drywall.

Like the headboard isn’t enough, you’re a whimpering, moaning mess for him — but that’s nothing new. He’s still breathing hard as he buckles his belt again and pulls his t-shirt over his head.

The plan is for him to take a few boxes today, nonessentials, and come back tomorrow for the rest. That’s the only reason your bed is still standing. You wanted one last night in the apartment with your roommates. Speaking of roommates — Bradley has never met yours. You’re usually either over at his place or you sneak him in in the dead of night.

So, when you pull open your bedroom door and they’re all sitting right there on the couch — he’s just as surprised as they are. Especially because of how they’re looking at him, wide-eyed and vaguely impressed. You watch the realisation dawn on him that they just heard everything.

He closes his eyes for a second and makes peace with the fact that these three girls just heard you moaning his callsign, declaring loudly that you were going to cum.

Then, he swallows his pride and forces a polite smile. Their eyes all flicker down at once to leer at his flexing biceps as he holds two of your boxes stacked against his chest.

“Um, guys — this is Bradley. Bradley, my, uh… roommates.”

He nods in acknowledgement. “Nice to meet you all.”

“Mhm.” Their lips quirk in unison, you can see it on their faces that they’re trying not to be weird while he’s still here.

“I’ll be back in a second.” You wave them off, ushering Bradley downstairs and following him to his truck. He sets the boxes down and rounds on you swiftly, making your eyes go wide.

“You wanted them to hear.”

Your mouth twitches. You control it quickly and stare back at him. “What? — No.”

“You know their schedules! You knew they’d be back from class, and you wanted them to hear us fucking,” Bradley has hit the nail on the head, really. You bite back a smile and shake your head innocently at him. It’s just that they’re always teasing you about this mystery guy that you’re seeing, and how awful he must be if you won’t let them see him.

You’ve heard all of their reasons by now. That he’s old and gross. That he’s bad in bed. That he’s ugly. Or weird. You just cant hold it back anymore, the smile working its way onto your lips, knowing that you’ve rendered them all speechless.

Bradley watches your smile grow, shaking his head in disbelief. You gasp as he grabs you and pulls you hard against him by your belt loops.

“You should’ve let me know, baby girl. We could have made some real noise for them.” He tells you, leaned in closer than is appropriate for a public sidewalk in the middle of the day. You press your thighs together as he shoots you a quick wink, then leans down and kisses your mouth.

The bed might be the first thing to go the next morning when he’s packing up your room for good, but you already know that he’s got you bent over your desk and on the verge of forgetting your own name, just one last time, before you leave.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster x you #rooster bradshaw imagine #thots night (:#top gun smut #older bf bradley

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vanfleeter · 1 year

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Cuddle Bug // Danny

Pairing: Danny x reader

Warning: pure fluff

Author's Note: Just wanted to write a fluffy Danny blurb. Ps, couldn't add a page break on mobile, will edit that in later.

Summary: Danny misses you and misses cuddling you.

It’s been three months since the tour started. Between the phone calls and the late night texts, Danny needs something more. Something he’s been craving since the day he left. That something is you.

He misses holding you in his arms, feeling your warmth warm his body. He misses nuzzling his face in your hair and smelling the scent of your shampoo until he drifts off to sleep. Cuddling a pillow in a cold, lonely hotel room or the god awful, uncomfortable bunk on the bus just doesn’t cut it. It doesn’t fulfill his needs.

So when the first break of the tour comes around, he’s the first to jump into action and take the first flight home. Landing in Nashville at the ripe hour of three in the morning, he takes an Uber home so he wouldn’t have to wake you. When the car pulls up in the driveway, he hops out and dragging his duffle bag with him and rushes up to the front door.

As eager as he is to finally cuddle you, he wants to be extra quiet as he unlocks the door and throws it open. Kicking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket, he drops his bag on the floor by the stairs and climbs the flight to the second floor.

Slowly pushing open the bedroom door he peers inside to find you curled up in a ball underneath covers that are drawn up to your face. A smile spreads across his face as his body buzzes with excitement.

Tip toeing over to the bed, he carefully crawls underneath the covers and wraps his arms around your waist. No movements come from you indicating to him just how deep in your sleep you are. Most definitely will be a surprise when you wake up the next morning.

Loving being the big spoon, he curls into your body and nuzzles his face into your hair. When he inhales the scent of your shampoo, he notices that it’s not your usual scent. Instead he smells strawberries. He smiles into your hair and inhales it again. Soon he falls asleep smelling your strawberry scented hair and cuddling you closely.

The next morning when he wakes up, he finds the bed empty and you're gone from within his arms. He pouts and lays his hand on your pillow. Hearing the door open he turns his head to see you walking in and carrying two mugs full of coffee.

“Good morning.” You beam as you climb onto the bed. You hand him one of the coffee mugs before sitting down on the bed. “I was pleasantly surprised to see you when I woke you.”

“Surprise baby.” He says leaning over to kiss you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You give him a kiss before settling into the bed with your coffee. “It’s been so lonely here without you.”

Danny sighs. “It won’t be much longer.” He says.

“How long are you here now?” You ask.

“A week.” He says. “The whole seven days.”

“Lovely.” You set your coffee on the nightstand and cuddle back into his body. “I bet you missed cuddling every night.”

“You have no idea.” He says as he softly traces different shapes on the skin of your arm. “Hotel pillows just don’t cut it.”

“Well you have me for a whole week, so we can make up for last night.”

“I am never letting you go.” He says holding you tighter.

Eventually he finishes his coffee as you slowly drift back off to sleep. Readjusting your bodies, he pulls you back against him and wraps his body around you. Snuggling into the warmth of his torso, you wrap your arms around him.

He only wishes the two of you could stay like this forever.

O fim

#greta van fleet #danny wagner #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fanfic #danny wagner fic #fluff

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whenisthefall · 5 months

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my take on episode 3 of the Percy jackson series if anyone wants to here what I think about it

!spoilers below!

Ok one thing I was most excited about was the bus scene and…….it was good don’t get me wrong, I love the way Grover just try’s to talk about feelings ✨though song✨ and then he totally gets pushed down BUT LATER THEY SING THE SONG TO MAKE FUN OF HIM

But I didn’t get to see the 3 furys saying “I have to use the bathroom” “me too” “me to” LIKE PLEASE I WAS WAITING FOR THAT but it’s ok, it’s ok because we’re still gonna see the bus blow up right?

NO FREAKING LOSER THE BUS DOSENT BLOW UP WHAT SO EVER!!!!

witch makes the Medusa scene kinda weird bc why is Grover so hungry if annabeth bought snacks? Oh because they left there bag on the bus BUT TOOK THE SHOES

IT ALL WOULD HAVE MADE SENSE IF THE BUS BLEW UP

no ok I’m fine it’s fine there are other parts in the show that I wanted to see more then the bus

NO THERE WASENT MY HOLE LIFE LINE WAS ON THAT BUS SCENE

ok I’ll stop different topic.

”Percy you can’t ship Medusas head to Olympus!”

“why not?”

“Ok look this is a bad idea they will see this as impertinent”

“I am impertinent”

EUSHSIENEHEHF THEY SAID IT HE SAID THE LINE

gosh I loved that scene so much

also LIKE

“And if the mission required someone to push me down a flight of stairs for it to succeed… you’d want someone who won’t hesitate when they do it”

THE WAY THAT GOES WITH THE LATEST BOOK

“Find some one who loves you the way my girlfriend pushes me off the cliff, without hesitation with full confidence in your abilities with rock steady belief that your relationship can handle it, and with complete faith that when you come out of the water assuming you survive , you will totally forgive them for the push almost certainly forgive them, probably. Bonus points if they say bon voyage while doing it”

WIDHJWNDUDN AW YEAH ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER

I also like how they made Medusa not a monster, well she is a monster but only because she hurts people

AND ALSO THE “guys your never going to believe this” AT THE END

This episode is my most favorite so fair I think because it was just funnier? And I got to see more of the 3

but you know what would have made it better?

IS IF THE BUS BLEW UP

(ok I’ll stop I’m sorry)

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #grover underwood #rick riordan #pjo #pjo fandom #leah sava jeffries #walker scobell #pjo hoo toa

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Overture and beginners - chapter 4

< Chapter 3

Words: 2852 (I still cannot write short chapters)

Content: Is it still called smut when it’s intrinsic to the plot? And if you’re incapable of writing sensuous prose and end up with something a little awkward? Anyway, there’s some of whatever it is

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“Wow, I don’t envy poor Rick having to carry his drums up and down these stairs.”

“Amps and speakers aren’t a whole bunch of fun either. We thought about trying to put in some kind of pulley system, but the risk of dropping something you’d spent months saving for was too scary.”

They got to the top of the second flight of steep, narrow steps and Steve put his key into the rusty lock and jiggled it until it turned and he could push open the door. It was almost as cold inside as outside and the first thing he did was switch on the two electric heaters.

Katie looked around at the mishmash of old furniture, threadbare rugs, band posters, and a drum riser apparently built from packing crates nailed together. “Aw, you made yourselves a little clubhouse,” she teased.

“I’ll have you know we are serious musicians and this is a bona fide rehearsal studio,” he retorted with mock affront.

“Of course, my sincere apologies. The next best thing to Abbey Road I’m sure. How much does it cost?”

“Fiver a week, so a pound each, which is not too bad. And that includes the electric. Wouldn’t want to run this lot,” he waved his arm at the assembled instruments and equipment, “off a meter.”

“Suppose not. Can I?” she asked, gesturing at Rick’s drums.

“Sure, there'll be some sticks on the floor somewhere I expect.”

Katie sat down on the stool and tapped out a few rhythms, pretending not to notice that Steve took this opportunity to hastily take down the topless glamour girl picture pinned to a cupboard door!

“Will you play something for me?”

“Noooo,” he demurred, “you don’t need to hear me make a noise.”

“I do, and it’s not a noise. I bet you’re good; you spend every hour you’re not at work here, so you must be by now!”

“I’m alright,” he mumbled. “Okay, fine, I’ll play.” He couldn’t continue to say no in the face of those big round imploring eyes.

He clicked open the catches on one of the guitar cases and pulled out a honey-coloured guitar.

“Ooh, pretty.”

“It’s only a copy. But one day I’ll have a real one.” He slipped the strap over his head and bent to switch on his amp and plug in, then stood in front of the drum riser checking the tuning and running through some scales while staring thoughtfully at the wall. “What shall I play?”

“Anything you want. I’d like to hear one of your favourites.”

Steve started to play something, a slow, yearning ballad, that sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place it.

“That was lovely.”

Steve continued to move his fingers on the strings without strumming and didn’t look up, but she could see him smiling to himself. Then he straightened up, stepped his legs wide, and, with his eyes closed, belted out the opening riff to, easily recognisable even to Katie’s untrained ear, Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin.

When he finished and struck a pose, arm in the air, she clapped enthusiastically. “Wow. You are… amazing. No, seriously,” she reiterated as Steve shook his head vigorously, “really, really, REALLY good.”

“Oh stop it. And don’t look at me like that,” he begged, all the rock star bravado of a moment ago gone.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m… Elvis or something.”

“You’d better get used to it, buster. Because thousands of people are going to look at you like that one day soon! That is… are the rest of your band as good as you?”

“I think… we’re all pretty good in our own ways. But together… yeah, I think we’ve really got something.”

“Well, sign me up as your first fan.” She jumped up from the sofa and gave him a sideways hug, avoiding the guitar.

“First groupie?” he asked with a cheeky grin.

“Play your cards right,” she replied, coiling her arms round his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

Some minutes later, and sunk into the slightly musty cushions of the old sofa, they didn’t hear footsteps on the stairs or the door hinges creak, but they did hear Joe’s laugh, “Jesus, Sav, not again.” And as Steve’s head jerked around, “Ooh, not Sav! Well, well, this is a turn up for the books - Mr Clark getting his end away!”

“Sod off Joe, we weren’t… we were just kissing,” protested Steve, pulling his shirt down and running his hand through his dishevelled hair.

“Oh aye, and the rest! You know you’re supposed to hang your jacket on the door handle when you’re using the place for that kind of caper. What if innocent little Rick had walked in instead of me? He’d be traumatised!”

“Firstly, ‘innocent little Rick’ has had more girlfriends than both of us put together, and secondly, we WEREN’T doing that. Look, trousers on and everything!”

“Oh give over yer daft 'apeth, I’m only kidding. You gonna introduce me to your lady friend?”

Katie, who had stayed hidden behind Steve’s shoulder, peeked out and waved awkwardly.

“Joe, Katie; Katie, Joe. Our singer. And resident comedian.”

“Nice to meet you Katie, and sorry about interrupting your, err…”

“What are you even doing here - practice isn’t for hours?”

“Mum’s got friends round and the sitting room’s full of knitting and giggling. United are away, so I thought I’d come here, try and do a bit of writing, and then listen to the match on the radio.”

“So you’re here the rest of the day then?”

“Yeah, sorry mate, it’s pissing down and I’ve nowhere else to go. You’re welcome to stay, as long as you behave - I’m not watching you two slobber over each other all afternoon!”

Steve and Katie exchanged not particularly thrilled looks. “Weeell, my parents are supposed to be going out, I could phone the house and check if they’ve gone yet?” she suggested.

“There’s an idea.” He turned to Joe, “We’ll be off then, enjoy the… who are they playing?”

“Blackburn,” he answered gloomily.

“Oh dear, I won’t say enjoy the match then. See you later.”

With Katie pulling on her anorak and Steve just flicking up the collar of his denim jacket (he never seemed to have a proper coat), they left Joe regarding both an empty sheet of paper and his team’s prospects without enthusiasm.

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The smooching session that had started in the rehearsal room, continued on the bus back from town, and paused only long enough to make sure the rest of the Raffertys definitely were out, had reached fever-pitch with shirts removed, hands all over, and bodies entwined on the narrow single bed.

With a groan, Steve pulled away and rolled onto his back.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something…”

“Oh no, it was really nice. Just… it could get… err, messy if we go on much longer.” Embarrassed, he avoided her gaze, looking up at the ceiling and adjusting the waistband of his jeans to try and make everything less squashed.

“It would be less messy if you… took it out?” suggested Katie hesitantly.

“I… oh… really?”

She nodded, and so he unbuttoned, unzipped, and wriggled his jeans down. He was wearing blue boxers, that were displaying a distinctly tent-like shape!

He looked back at her for reassurance. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Maybe!” she teased, then made her face serious. “No, I won’t laugh. Promise.”

He pulled the underpants down too, revealing, well, she had no real comparison to make, but from things she’d heard from girlfriends, it seemed quite impressive.

“Can I touch?”

“If you want,” agreed Steve, feigning nonchalance.

Katie ran a finger gently down the length, and giggled when it twitched at her touch.

“Like this?” she asked, wrapping her hand around the base, “And this?” as she slid her hand upwards.

Steve swallowed audibly, “Uh huh.”

When she hesitated, not wanting to do it wrong, he put his hand over hers and guided it up and down for a few strokes. She concentrated on keeping that rhythm going while studying, subtly so he wouldn’t get self-conscious, the piece of equipment in her hands. It was sort of fascinating - the only penis she’d really seen up ‘till now was in that mortifying sex education film at school, and she’d certainly never got up close and personal with one before. Steve held quite still, and when she looked up at his face, his eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted, letting out ragged breaths.

“Is that okay?”

“Perfect.” It came out raspy.

She leaned over and kissed him, and he kissed back, increasingly sloppy and uncoordinated, until she dragged her lips to the corner of his mouth, across his jaw, and down to his throat. She pressed them to his collarbone, his chest, anywhere she could reach, and felt his hips rocking beneath her hand. The only sounds he made were a muttered request for ‘faster’, and then almost-silent grunts on every stroke until, with a final sharp intake of breath, he shot warm white goo over her hand and his stomach.

Katie wasn’t quite sure what to do then. She reached over to the nightstand for tissues and wiped her hand. Steve had thrown his arm across his eyes and she prised it up.

“Are you hiding from me?”

“No! Yes.” Finally he met her eyes. “That was amazing. Thank you.” She handed him a wad of tissues and he mopped carefully at the mess, making sure not to get any on the sheets.

De-gunked, Steve held out his arms and Katie snuggled up to him, her head on his chest. He trailed his fingers up and down her back.

“I’d like to… I want to touch you too, if you’d like that? But I’m scared I’ll be crap at it.”

Katie hugged him tighter. “Aren’t guitarists supposed to be good with their hands?”

“Hehe, I suppose so. But I don’t know… girl bits sound… complicated.”

Picking up on the ‘sound’ part, Katie guessed, “Because you’ve never done it before?” She had an odd feeling asking that. Blokes were supposed to be experienced, weren’t they? But she found she felt suddenly proprietorial, jealous of any girl that had been there before.

“No,” admitted Steve, “but I’ve read three issues of Cosmopolitan if that helps!”

“It’s a good start,” she laughed, “and it’s not that complicated, I could show you. Oh,” she had a sudden thought, “we should wash our hands first, just in case there’s any of that… stuff hanging around.”

They padded across to the bathroom and washed; Steve kept his hands under the hot tap for an extra-long time so that they’d be warm. Back in the bedroom, Katie took her skirt off and they got under the covers. Steve ran his hand down her side to her thigh, getting acquainted with new places he hadn’t properly got to touch before, then back up to her stomach and over the lace of her bra.

“Can I take this off?”

She nodded and he reached behind and unsnapped it.

“See, nimble guitarist fingers!” she exclaimed.

“If you can play an E flat added ninth, bra clips are a piece of cake.”

He slid the strap over her shoulder, kissing the faint red mark it left behind. Katie pulled her other arm through and dropped the garment off the side of the bed.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, trailing his fingers gently round the curve of her breast. It tickled a little and Katie tried not to giggle.

He ducked his head and kissed first one nipple and then the other, followed by an experimental lick and then, very gently, sucking. A quick intake of breath from above made him pause, but fingers squeezing his shoulder encouraged him to continue. He swirled his tongue and was rewarded with a shuddering breathy ‘ohh’. He repeated the trick on the other side (wouldn't want it to feel left out) to more appreciative noises, and then lifted his head.

“You like that?”

She nodded, a little flushed. “How did you learn how to do that?”

Steve shrugged one shoulder, “That was me learning it.”

“Clever boy. Do it again?”

“Yes ma’am.”

With multi-tasking skills honed by many hours of lathe work, he also reached down and slipped his hand under the waistband of her knickers, stroking around her hipbone and across her lower belly. “Do we need these?” he asked teasingly.

“We do not,” she replied, and he tugged them down far enough that she could kick them off completely.

This was definitely new territory and he explored tentatively, sliding fingertips over the soft skin of her inner thighs and curving his hand over the mound in between. “Teach me what to do.”

Katie reached for his hand and guided his first two fingers. “So I guess the main, um, landmarks, are here,” she moved his fingers in a circle, “and here.” She took his hand down lower, to what felt to Steve like a confusing pattern of soft folds that he mentally tried to match with the diagram in the biology textbook and some magazines he kept hidden in a box of sheet music at the bottom of his wardrobe. “And it helps if you lick your fingers first,” she added.

Steve did so, noticing the exciting new smell on his skin just from those brief touches.

“So like this? In circles?”

“Uh huh,” she muttered, slightly distracted as she got used to the weirdness of someone else touching her in that way, trying to remember the details of what she did when she was alone. “You can vary speed and pressure and… oh I don’t know - improvise!”

“Got it.”

He propped himself up on the other elbow and went to work, moving his hand in slow, deliberate circles.

Katie giggled as she looked at his face with its furrowed brow, “You look like you’re taking an exam!”

“Shush, you. I’m concentrating. Close your eyes.”

She did, and that was better, shyness dissipating and just the pleasurable feeling of Steve stroking her and his warm breath on her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her, and that was even better. She moaned into his mouth as he hit a particularly good rhythm, and felt his lips curve into a smile. When she pulled back to take a breath, he moved his head down to kiss her neck, licking and sucking gently down to her collarbone and back up.

He sensed her body relaxing and she bent her knee to open her legs wider, which he took as an invitation to move his fingers lower.

“Ooh slimy!” he observed without thinking about it.

“STEVE! Euw!”

“Sorrysorrysorry! But that’s what’s supposed to happen isn’t it?”

“Yes. Just don’t say it like that!”

“Sorry. Wet. Slippery. Silky.” He punctuated each word with an apologetic kiss. “That’s what I meant.”

“Better.” She smiled and settled back on the pillow, closing her eyes once more.

Steve wiggled his finger around searching for the right spot and then, when he found it, eased his finger in, smooth and easy once he got the angle right. As he slid the finger in and out of the slick, welcoming warmth, he briefly got distracted, wondering how it would feel to put his… no, this was about Katie, not him, he had to focus. She seemed to be enjoying his ministrations, but how could he make it even better for her?

He broke off from kissing her neck to ask, “Two?”

“Mm-hmm,” she answered without opening her eyes.

His fingers were bigger than hers but the extra stretch wasn’t unpleasant, in fact, after a moment to get used to it, it felt good, great. She angled her hips to get more contact and he seemed to understand what she needed, adjusting his position so that she could press against the heel of his hand. Remembering a particularly informative magazine article, he twisted his wrist and found that, yes, he could reach her clit with his thumb at the same time, and she gasped and clenched around his fingers. It didn’t take long after that for her breathing to quicken and turn to panting, then her head arched back and she came with a long ‘ahh’ and he could feel her knees shaking as well as the spasming inside. It felt like such a privilege to watch that, to be the cause of that, a fantasy come true. He moved to cradle her head, brushing away a tendril of hair that had stuck to her forehead and pressing a kiss to the damp skin. He waited until her breathing slowed and the grip around his fingers loosened before carefully easing them out and resting his hand on her thigh, where he could still feel the occasional twitch of a muscle.

Katie blinked, coming back to Earth, and her face broke into a grin. “‘Scuse swearing but holy shit, Steve! How does a nice boy like you know how to do that?”

“Um, is it bad if I say from Playboy?”

She laughed, “I think I need to send a thank you letter to the editors!”

Chapter 5 >

#steve clark #steve clark fanfic #steve clark fanfiction #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fanfiction #overture and beginners fic

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Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Two

Masterlist

TW for implied rape, sexual assault and abuse of a child.

Nick: *looks down at the pooch immediately* Dogmeat? What is it boy? What's happened? Show me. *already ready to follow wherever the dog leads*

Dogmeat: (Barks while he dashes back inside, leading the old detective and Pirate up the two flights of stairs to the attic. He trots right up to Lucille and puts his paw on her leg, wagging his tail)

Teshteal: *smiles at the friendly gesture and holds Joyce close for maximum comfort*

Joyce: (Enjoys the group hug for a couple of peaceful minutes, then suddenly gasps and looks up to her brother) “You have to eat!”

Donovan: (Quietly laughs) “You sound like Ma.”

Joyce: (Gently pushes him back) “But it’s true! You’ve been working all day! Go! Go! Go! Before it gets too late!” (Jabs her finger at the table)

Donovan: (Holds up his hands) “Alright, alright. I’ll go eat.” (Walks over to the oven to take out his plate, sitting down at the table. He wonders if he should take up a bowl for Ma so she can eat with one hand if she can’t put Jas down)

Lucille: *swiftly removed her leg from under his paw*

Nick: Lucille? What about her?

Lucille: Nothing. I'm fine.

Nick: Obviously not if Dogmeat's running to me. What's going on?

Lucille: Nick, please just leave me alone. I'm not Jasmine. I don't need to be looked after.

Nick: In your state, yeah you do.

Lucille: Nick-

Nick: Now tell me what's going on.

Lucille: *clutches her side with her good arm* Jasmine's right.

Teshteal: *rests his head on the shoulder of his Girlfriend. His arms are under hers, holding her close* Yeah, go eat. You need your strength.

Joyce: (Leans her head back a little to press it against his, then remembers that she has a bowlful of dessert on the table) “Ack! It’s gonna melt!” (Grabs Teshteals hands as she moves forwards to grab her bowl, quickly spooning ice cream in her mouth)

Donovan: (Watches the two with a slight smirk as he eats, wondering how they ended up together)

Joyce: (Beams brightly at her treat, taking a bite from a cookie) “I’m gonna want seconds!” (Eyeing the freezer already)

Teshteal: *giggles and goes to his own dessert, polishing it off*

Nick: Right about what-?

Lucille: Don't play dumb, Nick. You know what. She's right about everything she signed back there. I'm a terrible person...

Nick: No you're not. Would ya stop with the pity parties?

Lucille: *goes quiet*

Jasmine: (Sniffles and shuffles in Ma’s arms as she snoozes away, feeling a heavy weight start to grow in her chest)

Ma: (Rubs the girls stomach and sides as she frowns, thinking about all the cuts she made on herself there and on other delicate parts of her body)

Joyce: (Finishes her bowl of ice cream, rushing off to serve herself another one. She scoops up three giant spoonfuls, taking another two cookies from the very large tray that still has plenty in stock for the others to have)

Donovan: (Eating his dinner slowly as he gets into deep thought about Jas and her current situation. He’s had over 200 years to grieve and process the death of his prewar family and friends, but how long did Jazzy have? She was struggling enough with her mothers, then surely it was put on hold when she was in that awful vault. She probably found out about her siblings death recently, and now she finds out why they had died. Then everyone else in their town were also gone… That’s a lot to process, especially when she has other traumatic experiences on her mind)

Nick: This isn't like you. All this self hatred... where's it coming from?

Lucille: It's always kind of been there. Just... I had bigger things to worry about. Then Jasmine blew up and only confirmed my worst fears...

Nick: She's just one person, doll.

Lucille: That doesn't mean she's not right! What right do I have to meddle in her life? Or anyone else's? I've done nothing but cause trouble... why should I get special treatment...?

Nick: You're not getting special treatment. And most of the time you were looking after her. You had some right pry.

Teshteal: *concerned for the amount of icecream Joyce is eating*

Joyce: (Eyes glow as she nibbles on the little bits of real strawberry that had been put in the strawberry flavored part of the Neapolitan ice cream)

Donovan: (Too lost in his train of thoughts to pay attention to his little sister who gets carried away with eating things she loves, especially when she’s stressed or anxious as delicious food has a calming effect)

Joyce: (Is aware on the amount she’s eating, but today she wants to treat herself with just a little extra)

Donovan: (Partly worrying about his mama as well, wondering if he should take her up a bowl of food now)

Ma: (Thinking of ways they can help Jas get through her self harm tendencies, starting with getting to the root on why exactly she does it, and from there they can expand on calming and distraction techniques)

Jasmine: (Whimpers in fear at the dark, looming shadows towering over her small frame in her dreams, biting down on her thumb slightly)

Ma: (Automatically starts shushing her while patting her lower back in rhythm with her hushes to make a soothing pattern, still rubbing her stomach in slow circles) “Sh, sh, sh, sh…” (She’s done this sort of things hundreds of times, it’s second nature now and she can do it on autopilot while continuing to ponder other things)

Lucille: ... Even so, my suffering nothing compared to hers. I'm never going to understand everything she went through.

Nick: You really think it's fair to compare yourself to others like that? Like it or not each of us goes through this hellish world differently.

Lucille: *goes quiet again*

Teshteal: *smiles at her taking joy in the smallest of things*

Joyce: (Walks over to the radio, popping out the holotape that was set on remix and switches it out for a different one, gently swaying to the next tune that plays as she nibbles on a cookie)

Donovan: (Continues to eat his meal without looking up, picking up his pace so that he can return to Ma and Jas upstairs)

Jasmine: (Cuddles up closer to Ma, desperately whining while her free hand tugs on Ma’s dress and her face presses even more to her skin. She tries to focus on her heartbeat, but its getting muffled under the endless ringing in her ears)

Ma: (Wishes she could just shoo away all nightmares that come to attack the girl, give her the sweetest and gentlest dreams instead. She begins singing another lullaby she knows was sung to the girl by her mother) “A dormir, mi niña. A dormir, mi amor. A dormir, mi niña. Que te canto yo….”

Nick: Now, I don't know exactly what Jasmine said, but considering all the shxt we've been through I think it's safe to say you have a fair amount of trauma.

Lucille: Everyone has it out here. I'm not special.

Nick: Maybe not, but that doesn't mean what you've gone through is meaningless.

Lucille: You're right. It just means I'm a mass murderer who selfishly killed hundreds of people or ruined their lives. I'm blind to other people's problems. I'm no better than the raiders I've killed or driven off.

Nick: *sighs tiredly* You've saved lives, too. Acadia, the Nucleus, and Far Harbor are all still standing. Settlers wouldn't have places to call home. Need I remind you that the Institute would still be terrorizing everyone and hunting down escaped Synths if you hadn't destroyed it?

Lucille: That's not as big a victory as you think. The entire gen 3 population is endangered because of that. They'll go extinct. And I did that.

Nick: I'm sure someone will figure out a way to make more... maybe this time with less slavery.

Lucille: If there is a next time. *shakes her head*

Teshteal: *admiring this lovely angel, swaying to the rhythm of the music while eating a cookie*

Joyce: (Turns around to face Teshteal again with a soft smile when the song comes to an end)

Donovan: (Rises from his seat at the table to take up Ma’s dinner to her, moving swiftly to transfer the food from her plate into a bowl so it's easier to eat) "Jojo, I will be back in a bit to check up on ya." (Fills a water bottle as well)

Joyce: (Without taking her adoring eyes off her boyfriend) "Okay!"

Donovan: (Heads up the stairs and back into the guest room, frowning when he hears Jas quietly whimpering while Ma sings) "Oh, what’s wrong?" (Can’t tell if Jasmine is asleep or awake from where he’s at)

Ma: (Pauses her singing, still patting and massaging the girl) "Nightmares I believe. Poor child is probably constantly plagued with them." (Dabs the back of her neck and shoulders with the rag again)

Jasmine: (Feels her chest compressing in her sleep, her throat closing while she struggles to breath normally)

Donovan: (Solemnly nods as he places the bowl and water bottle on the table by Ma so she may eat when she can find the time)

Nick: There will be. I know it. Especially with you sounding that evacuation alarm at the Institute.

Lucille: I don't t know- that seems like another version of it waiting to happen.

Nick: Not if you beat them to it.

Lucille: *eyes snap open. She turns to him in shock* Are you suggesting I use human remains to make gen 3s?

Nick: Who said it had to be human? *shrugs* No, I'm just giving you a project to think about instead. One you can't do yet but will keep you away from your self doubt... at least until you can get some professional help.

Lucille: *well now she is thinking about making a Gen 3 factory using animal bones. Might have to get her wife involved. Could get pretty messy. He's right about it shutting up her self doubt- she's not even thinking about what Jas said to her at the moment. Just building something big and ambitious she's never done before. Wonders where she can even get the plans*

Teshteal: *strolls up to her, cookie crumbs on his face* May I have this dance...?

Joyce: (Eyes widen a little bit, her smile blooming brighter) “Yes you may! But just a fair warning, I have two left feet…” (Grabs a napkin and wipes the crumbs off his face with it)

Ma: “I think Detective Valentine will be staying out until morning. A good thing as he most likely hasn’t gotten much of a breather.” (Looks down at Jazzy with worry at how she’s taking jagged breaths) “I’ll stay here with her for the night.”

Donovan: (Also looks at the teen with concern, thinking for a moment) “I’ll stay too, I can use one of the spare beds.”

Ma: (Shakes her head) “No, love. You need to rest in your own bed tonight in order to get a full nights sleep. You’ve been overworking yourself for the past few days.”

Donovan: (Narrows his good eye) “What about you? You have as well. The entire house is almost up and running again because of that, appliances and all.”

Ma: “I don’t do as much outdoor or physical labor as you. If I need a rest throughout the day, I’ll have a better chance at finding time.”

Jasmine: (Gasps and tenses in her sleep, coughing on a breath while she shuffles with a cry)

Donovan: “What if you need help with something?”

Ma: (Rubs Jas’s back in a deep circle motion) “Honey, I was able to manage eight troubled kids at once. I think I can handle one girl who’s currently incapacitated on my own. Besides, I can have Pirate fetch me things or ask one of the others for help if necessary.”

Donovan: “But-…”

Ma: (Holds up one hand to her son) “No more arguments, especially with Rosie right here.” (Turns her attention back to the teen) “Breathe Rosalinda. Relax your muscles.” (Starts up the lullaby from where she left off) Si esta niña, niña. Que tengo yo aquí. Si esta niña, niña. Quisiera dormir.”

Nick: Now, let's get your arm fixed. It looks like you've put strain on that nerve connector-

Lucille: Actually, Dad and I are going to work on that tomorrow.

Nick: Oh. *Shrugs* Well would you like me to stay with you at least? Keep you company?

Lucille: What about your real daughter?

Nick: Only about as real to me as you are. Besides. I never finished telling you about that one case I worked with the three insane witnesses and the guy who had one hell of a power complex.

Lucille: *not a second after* You mean Macbeth?

Nick: *rolls his eyes and sits on the ground next to her bed* Oh, just kill the fun why don't ya? *starts telling his own noir style story of the classic Shakespeare play*

Teshteal: Not a problem, sweet angel. We'll barely move our feet. *wraps his arms around her waist and shoulder and starts to slowly move with her in a very VERY slow dance. They're just swaying slightly and stepping around each other's feet to turn in a small circle*

Joyce: (Wraps her arms around her boyfriend as well, resting her head on his shoulder with a sweet sigh. She softly hums along with the radio that’s playing, “That’s how Strong My Love is” by Ovid as they gently sway throughout the kitchen)

Ma: “Para que se duerma. Canto un poquitín. Para que se duerma. Como un serafín.”

Jasmine: (Steadily starts relaxing again as the soft words reach her, still trembling under the looming figures that are in her dreams)

Ma: (Glances back up to Donny who’s drooping because of the lullaby) “You should go get ready for bed now.”

Donovan: (Leans up against the wall) “I’ll stay here for a bit longer. It’s still kinda early.”

Ma: (Gives him a knowing look) “Hm, with the way you’re drooping your head, I’ll say that you will fall asleep standing up.” (Gestures to the door) “Go on, we’ll be fine here.”

Donovan: (Sighs tiredly, giving in. He walks over to give his mother and Jas a hug and a kiss on the head) “Goodnight then…”

Jasmine: (Sniffles in her sleep, her nose scrunching cutely as she snuggles up in the sheet)

Donovan: (Pets Jas’s soft curls affectionally) “Heh, did you switch out kids while I was gone? Look at how adorable and precious she is…” (Stares down at the girl somberly, then starts leaving the room) “Call me if something happens…”

Ma: (Nods) “I will dear, sleep well.”

Teshteal: *nuzzles into her neck and shoulder, closing his eyes as he lets her guide him around the room in their dance as an act of trust*

Gardio: *sitting in front of the fire, watching the flames dance. Sometimes he swears they're moving to the song playing over the radio*

Joyce: (Being very careful with her motions and sways, moving her hand to lovingly caress Teshteals cheek and hair)

Ma: “Esta niña linda. Se ha dormido ya. Y un dulce angelito. Un beso le da.” (She thinks would’ve been smart for her to eat and change into pajamas before she took the girl into her arms. She stands, tenderly leaning down to place Jas on the mattress)

Jasmine: (Immediately shrieks and clutches the motherly woman tighter)

Ma: (Sits back down on the chair. Oh well, she suppose it’s alright)

Jasmine: (Tries to curl up into an even smaller ball, shaking more as her heart pounds faster and her breathing picks back up)

Ma: (Can feel this change and frowns, rocking more in the chair as she hums the next lines of the lullaby) “Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm….”

Donovan: (Heads into his room and quickly changes, forgetting about dessert and checking up on his sister as he dumps himself on his mattress with a heavy sigh, completely tuckered out)

Lucille: *managed to pass out thanks to Nick distracting her from the pain she's in*

Nick: *smirks when he realizes this. Decides to slip into sleep mode for a bit to give his system a break*

Teshteal: *makes a soft and comfortable chirping noise in response. He idly and slightly rubs her sides*

Joyce: (Comes to a stop when the song ends, higging her boyfriend tightly as she sways them both side to side and kisses his head)

Jasmine: (Not having a pleasant time, her nightmare warping into something much more sinister. It’s making her tense up)

Ma: “Shhh, baby girl. You’re alright, you’re safe…” (Trying to get her to calm back down by continuing to sing) “A dormir, mi niña. A dormir, mi amor. A dormir, mi niña. Que te canto yo.”

Jasmine: (Shifts in her dream, opening her eyes to find herself on the floor of a dark and horrifyingly familiar room. She chokes on a gasp, curling into a ball with fear as one of the hulking figures that has been looming over her approaches)

Guard Leader: (Crouches besides her shivering form, amusement plastered across his face) (Mockingly) “Having fun yet, babydoll?”

Jasmine: (Growls lowly when she hears that roll off his tongue and it sparks a raging fire in her soul. Only Nick could ever call her babydoll and get away with it!)

Lucille: *luckily doesn't dream often- if she does she barely remembers most of them. Before she knows it she's up again most times. This is one of those cases*

Teshteal: *smiles lovingly into Joyces shoulder then kisses just under her jaw* You're irresistible, angel...

Joyce: (Giggles warmly, rubbing his shoulders as she quietly yawns and rests her head on his) “Am I now?”

Guard Leader: (Forcefully when Jas doesn’t answer him right away) “I asked if you were having fun yet, babydoll?”

Jasmine: (Snarls and lifts her head as she shoots daggers the man’s way, sitting up with kitten fury) “Go fuck yourself!” (Stands up on her own two feet) “And you do not get to call me that! Only my Daddy can call me that so keep it out of your filthy mouth!” (Hates this man with every fiber of her being. He was always the ringleader with the abuse that happened to her) “I will kill you!”

Guard Leader: (Tuts at the small girl, reaching down to yank her hair and force her back to the ground. He’s so much bigger than her, about 6’6 or so and his boots add to his height. There’s a reason he was chosen to be the leader, he strikes fear into the prisoners with his brutality and build) “You still don’t know when to quit, do ya little lamb?”

Gardio: *passing out in the chair. Hadn't realized how tired he was until now*

Teshteal: Incredibly. *peppers her jaw with kisses then goes back to staring up at her with wide adoring eyes*

Joyce: “Aww, you’re so sweet.” (Holds him closer, then pulls back slightly) “We should go get ready for bed now, no telling what tomorrow will hold.”

Jasmine: (Hits the ground with a low groan, scrambling to sit upright and put her back against the wall. She tries to remind herself that this is only a dream, he’s not actually here) “Go to hell and piss on yourself!! You are not even real, none of this is!” (Shakes her head) “You just keep torturing me even when you are dead!”

Guard Leader: (Crosses his arms) “What’s not real? Me or your little freak show that you call a family upstairs?” (Approaches Jas and grabs her chin, forcing her to look up at him as his nails dig into her soft skin) “A girl like you can never be loved and cared about. It’s foolish that you believe otherwise.” (Taps her cheek) “They just pity your cute face and sob story.”

Jasmine: (Spits on his face) “Bullshit!! None of them are that shallow!”

Teshteal: *looks at the kitchen and dining room table* We should probably clean up first. *looks back to her, smiling kindly* Wouldn't want to leave this place a mess for Ma to find. Then we can get to bed and cuddle. *almost wants to say "or more" but he feels that would be too forward. Instead he just studies her face and what he can see of her shoulders and collar area almost hinting at that phrase*

Joyce: (Already looking to the table, not noticing the look he’s giving her) “Ah, you’re probably right… Mama does enough work and I haven’t exactly been helpful the last week before today.” (Rushes to start putting away the food into containers and into the fridge)

Guard Leader: (Takes ahold of the girl by the neck and lifts her off the ground, making her choke and gasp for air) “DON’T, forget what you are for one second, girl! You’re toying with them, because that’s what little wenches like you do. You plant yourself in like a parasite that slowly drains them of what you want as you destroy them from the inside out.”

Jasmine: (Struggles to breathe and swat his hands off her, but she can’t seem to summon enough strength to do damage. Alarm bells start going off in her head, terror bubbling in her chest) (Weakly) “No…!”

Guard Leader: (Pulls her face in even closer) “Don’t pretend that you haven’t been doing that all this time, it’s what you’re made for. It’s in your nature. What else are you good for? Go on and tell me.”

Jasmine: (Coughs as she tries to get some breaths in, unable to respond)

Teshteal: *helps her put up the food. Assumes she didn't see the glance because of the mess and sets the thought aside while he cleans up. He starts doing dishes shortly after. His tail makes a good third hand while his actual ones scrub the hell out of the dish and cook ware at rapid speed before setting them off to the side to dry*

Joyce: (Wipes down the countertops and table with a rag, humming along with the next song that’s playing on the tape)

Guard Leader: (Tosses the teen to the ground like she’s a mere rag doll)

Jasmine: (Cries out as she smacks forcefully into the floor, her heart roaring in her ears because she knows what he’s gearing up for)

Guard Leader: (Kneels over her with each of his legs on either side of her, his hands planted by her head) “So pathetic… Good thing you’re pretty too.”

Jasmine: (Crosses her arms and legs to protect her delicate areas from the corrupted monster looming over her) (Softly pleading) “Daddy, help me please…”

Guard Leader: (Raises an eyebrow from his dominant position above her) “Now why would he help the worthless masquerader who’s caused and brought nothing but more pain and trouble to the table?”

Teshteal: *soon done with the dishes and sink, hanging the rag over the sink head to dry. He quickly goes to his girlfriend and wraps her up in his arms to give her a quick peck on the cheek then whispers* You've done much more for her and Donovan than you realize... *smiles and kisses her cheek again, distracting her from whiping down the table*

Joyce: (Laughs as she tosses aside the rag, turning to Teshteal with a bright smile) “Naw, you don’t know the full story here yet. They’ve done more for me than I can thank them for.” (Leans in to kiss his nose, then gestures to the stairs) “I’m going to go take a quick shower and change, then I have to freshen up my room, alright? Can you finish up here and wait for me to finish?”

Jasmine: (Shakily) “He loves me despite all that. I am his daughter…” (Remembers how he aided her tenderly in getting cleaned up in the bath, then how he held her as she cuddled him in the vault a few days ago. No way in hell can all that be faked…)

Guard Leader: (Simply) “No, you’re his pet project. His own good conscience won’t let him toss a “helpless” and pitiful looking little girl out with the rest of the garbage, hence why he hasn’t told you to scram yet. He feels sorry that the original Nick couldn’t save his fiancé and that he took his identity, so you’re the compensation as his pseudo daughter.”

Jasmine: (Winces at his words that cut into her heart, then snarls and raises her hand to strike him out of anger)

Ma: (Getting worried about how tense Jazzy is and how fast she’s breathing. She carefully turns the teens lower waist so she can rub her stomach better while keeping her face buried against her chest as that seems to be helping some)

Teshteal: *blushes a little at the mention of her taking a shower and the request for him to wait for her then confidently nods it away. It shouldn't take too long to whipe down the table and mop up the kitchen* Of course, Joyce. *pecks her on the lips and lets her go*

Joyce: (Smiles at him cutely and starts walking to the stairs, passing by the living room where she stops at the sight of Jas’s bear on the floor. She picks it up, then looks at Gardio who’s dozing off on the chair. She goes back to the kitchen with Winnie in her hands) “Should we wake him up so he doesn’t have a crick in his neck in the morning…?”

Guard Leader: (Catches her wrist easily with matched strength, twisting her arm painfully) “I’m just stating the hard to swallow truth! You’re on what, week one of your mental crisis after almost decade and a half of build up and he’s already has had his fill of you?”

Jasmine: (Screams out in pain at her arm being twisted into an unatural angle despite this happening so many times to the point she had gotten used to it)

Guard Leader: (Keeps attacking the girl with her deepest insecurities) “He’s snapped and has left on multiple occasions, you don't even know where he is at the moment. It’s likely he abandoned you, and why wouldn’t he? All you have done is disappoint him over and over again as you spiral further down your rabbit hole that will never end. What’s he gonna do once he sees that his project will span several months, even years before you can be truly useful to him?”

Jasmine: (Breaks her gaze with the brutal man, looking away with misty eyes)

Teshteal: Yeah we should. *scampers over to the gargoyle asleep in the chair and starts poking his face* Dio, wakey wakey!

Gardio: *midsleep uncoherent mumbles as he sits like a father passed out while the kids watched a movie*

Teshteal: *shakes his friend abruptly and surprisingly easily despite their difference in size*

Gardio: *snaps awake with wide eyes* Huh- what-?! *realizes it's Teshteal* Ah... fell asleep, huh?

Teshteal: Mhm. Might want to go to bed before you get your neck all stiff, yeah?

Gardio: *smiles* Yeah. Thanks. *gets up. Notices Joyce holding Winnie* I'll take that to Jasmine when I head up there. *smiles gently and holds his hand out to the young woman*

Teshteal: *goes back to cleaning the kitchen*

Joyce: (Hands the stuffed bear off to the old ghoul with a gentle smile in return) “Thanks, I think she’ll need this after today…” (Turns around and goes up to her room to grab her stuff for the shower, careful not to let the two puppies out so they don’t start clinging to her or Ma while they are busy)

Guard Leader: “Give him a little more time with your exasperating nonsense, he’ll soon see that Charlotte and your aunt made the right call and follow suit.” (Leans down, tugging on the roots of her hair) “And will you blame him for that?”

Jasmine: (Shakes her head, tears dripping down her cheeks) “No I will not..…”

Guard Leader: “Correct. Because it’s the call he should’ve made from the start, right?”

Jasmine: (Nods her head, her bottom lip trembling)

Guard Leader: (Pats her head condescendingly) “Good girl. Remember your place in this world, nowhere. There will never be no matter how much you try to fit in, you’ll only drag them down with you.”

Ma: (Thinking about giving Jas a massage on her chest to help her breath as she keeps halting her breathing altogether or breathing too quickly. She can’t give her a diaphragm massage as there are too many wounds on her stomach for deeper rubbing so it may be her only option other than waking her up)

Gardio: *opens the door very gently and walks in. He carefully sets the bear on the table next to Ma and heads to bed, not saying a word*

Teshteal: *wraps up cleaning and patiently waits for her, humming to the radio to keep his mind occupied*

Joyce: (Comes back downstairs and heads into the lighthouse to shower, getting to work washing herself in the tub with the shower on)

Ma: (To Gardio as she turns to him) “Thank you dear… I’m afraid the little one is having a nightmare that’s making her breathing irregular.” (Looks back at Jas) “I’ll try to help her breathe with a massage, but if it doesn’t work I’ll go find her father…” (Carefully turns the girl so she’s facing upwards)

Jasmine: (Cries out when she can’t feel the warmth anymore, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she claws in the air)

Ma: (Takes off the sheet off both of them, adjusting the neckline of her house dress) “Hush Rosa-Marie. You’re still safe but you’re breathing too quickly.” (Gently strokes her hair, casting Gardio a doleful look)

Guard Leader: (Still battering Jasmine in her nightmare, hitting every sore spot that she has) “If you truly cared about them, you would’ve pulled that trigger to keep your poison from creeping in. First one to go will be that woman you call your sister- in fact you have almost got her there. One little push and she's out of the picture, and she can join Lilac and Jie in the grave.”

Jasmine: (Hisses aggressively when he mentions her sisters, getting some spark back in her soul and she starts trying to swat at him)

Guard Leader: (Pins her entire face down on the hard floor with one hand) “Her father will probably die of grief soon after, not that he matters as you hardly know the man but hey- two birds with one stone. As for Teshteal, you know what you will do to him eventually no matter how close you two get. He fears you, he knows the horror shows you're capable of putting on.”

Jasmine: (Eyes widen as tears stream down her cheeks, feeling that he’s right on everything that he said)

Teshteal: *wonders if he should take a bath, too. He probably stinks pretty badly. He decides to let Joyce know by knocking on the door of the bathroom she's in* Joyce? I'm going to go take a bath!

Joyce: (Calling out) “Alright! I’ll be waiting if you not out before me!” (Starts rinsing out her blonde hair in the water, lathering in a peach vanilla shampoo)

Gardio: *nods sadly* If Lucille's asleep, try not to wake her...? I'm sure it took a lot of effort to convince herself to rest... *looks to Jasmine and frowns, remembering last time she screamed and woke up her supposed sister up.* That might mean leaving her here. I'll watch her as best as I can.

Ma: (Nods at the other ghoul) “Let’s hope this works then…” (To Jasmine, stroking her hair some more) “Rosie, baby? I’m going to touch you so I can help you relax, alright?” (Rests her hand on her collarbone, waiting to see her reaction)

Jasmine: (Whines in her sleep, not trying to swat away Ma as she reaches to cling back to her for comfort)

Ma: (Very gently used three fingers to massage the girls sternum and collarbone to help her chest muscles relax, avoiding her breasts to her best ability) “Breathe, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you…”

Jasmine: (Whimpers and takes in a sharp breath, the tension melting away slightly as the nightmare she’s in continues)

Guard Leader: (Pins her down by the neck, squeezing the breath out of her as his knee presses down on her stomach and pelvis) “You deserve this you know, it was never once unfair in your part. Just for those whose blood got spilled by your hands, they are the real victims here. Not you.” (Hands start trailing to unbutton her top and fondle her chest, then slip down to her trousers)

Jasmine: (Closes her eyes, ready to accept her deserved fate when she suddenly remembers her fathers reaction when he heard about this kind of horrible assault happening to her, followed by the thought on what this sick man had done to her and her baby right before the war. She hisses and screams with raging kitten fire, grabbing the man by the shirt and throwing him across the room to get him off her with all her strength) “YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!!!!”

Teshteal: *happily skips away to the bedroom to get his pajamas. He stops and moves slowly in case Jasmine's sleeping. He quickly and wordlessly slinks in and grabs his clothes then back to the bathroom where he sets up his soak*

Gardio: *doesn't say a word to him as he does this. Linus tended to be very easily distracted before the war. He's probably even more so now... he thinks.*

Ma: (Keeps up the gentle massage, wincing when Jas’s bandages move slightly and she can briefly see the words she made on her skin, and the scars she has over her heart) “Oh, mi vida…”

Guard Leader: (Smacks against the wall with a loud snapping sound, groaning as he clutches his side)

Jasmine: (Wastes no time in running over and kicking his face, beating him into a pulp just like he has done so many times to her)

Guard Leader: (Covers his face to try and protect himself from receiving what he is so deserving of) “THIS DOESN’T CHANGE ANYTHING! YOU’RE STILL A BLOOD THIRSTY KILLER AND KILLING ME WONT FIX THAT!!”

Jasmine: (Through her tears) “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” (She doesn’t want him to be right, although he is. But that doesn’t mean shit to her right now as she keeps beating him, making it as painful as possible so maybe he can feel a mere fraction of her pain)

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Year One: The Welcome Feast

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Hogwarts was magical. Not just in the sense of using magic, but that it was truly astonishing.

After departing the train, a fairly large man was calling out for first-years to follow him. Trailing behind Harry and Ron, Violet had to tip her head back just to look at the man. His hair and beard were so long they practically covered the man's entire head and face. He had to be well over eight and a half metres, but as he and Harry chatted for a moment, he seemed kind enough.

Hagrid, as Violet learned, led all the first-years down to a boat dock, loading four to five kids in each boat. As Hagrid settled into a boat with Harry, Ron, and Violet, all of the boats started to move slowly across the lake.

'Of course magic controls the boats', Violet laughed in awe. She continued to be surprised as she stared out of the lake and up at Hogwarts. There, on a large island, sat a massive castle. An honest to goodness castle, lit by, what she could only assume, were candles and torches.

As they approached the boat dock on the island, Violet looked over at her new friends. Harry stared in would could only be described as reluctant awe, as if he weren't convinced it was all real. While Ron was openly in awe, eyes wide and mouth gaping. Violet felt better about her own awestruck expression as she saw that most of the kids wore similar ones.

Once inside the castle, all of the first-years were led to a back staircase, wide enough to fit five to six kids side by side. They walked up several flights before reaching the landing, an older woman standing on the top step. She wore long, dark green robes, a black pointed hat, and a stern expression. Violet realised this must be the professor who had sent her acceptance letter, McGonagall.

The trio stopped at the top of the stairs, Hermione pushing through a few others to join them at the front.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors, and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin."

Harry and Violet shared a look of confusion before looking at Ron, who looked concerned.

"While you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup."

"Trevor!" Violet jumped as a boy shoved past her, leaning down to scoop up a toad from the top step. He froze for a moment as he stared up at the professor, then rushed back into the crowd. Neville, Violet surmised.

"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." She turned and walked off, closing the big twin doors behind her.

"It's true then!" Violet and her friends turned around, staring at the boy with white-blonde hair and a snarky expression, "What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

At this, the entire group of kids broke out in gasps and whispers. Violet looked at Harry, wondering what made him so special to elicit such a response. It's the second time someone's made a fuss when speaking his name, but he had yet to explain why.

"This is Crabbe, and Goyle." The blonde tilted his head towards the two boys beside him, both of whom looked intimidating. Bullies, if Violet had to hazard a guess. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Draco moved to stand on the top step, looming over everyone else. He head whipped towards Ron, who was snickering, "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley."

Ron looked down shamefully, and Violet had the sudden urge to smack Draco. Something, she would find in coming years, to be a frequent feeling.

Draco turned back to Harry, "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

Draco stuck out his hand, staring at Harry expectantly. For a moment, Violet was worried that Harry would shake his hand, but her worries quickly vanished. Harry looked down at Draco's hand, then his face as he said, "I think I can tell the wrong sort myself, thanks."

Draco didn't get the chance to respond before the professor from earlier came back, sending Draco back to his friends.

"We're ready for you now. Follow me."

They followed her down a short hallway and through another set of double doors that, of course, opened themselves. Inside was the Great Hall. Four long tables stretched the length of the room, where hundreds of students sat. The walls were lined with sconces of fire, and taper candles were floating in the air. And the ceiling! It was like a window, showing off the night sky just as it was outside. Violet couldn't take in everything fast enough as she walked down the centre aisle.

"It's not real, you see." Hermione explained, as if reading Violet's mind, "It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

Violet was both impressed and peeved that the other girl had already been reading their assigned books. While not opposed to reading, she just couldn't believe someone would have already started school readings.

The first-year students spread out along the front stage, where a long table sat with, presumably, professors. There was also a stool, with a very old, very dirty and rugged hat sat upon it.

As Violet listened to Professor Dumbledore's speech, then Professor McGonagall's, she looked around at her fellow classmates. Some looked nauseous, while others looked excited. She decided she was somewhere in the middle; excited to be there, but nervous at what was to come.

Hermione was called up first. She looked to be talking to herself as she stepped up and sat on the stool.

"Mental, that one. I'm tellin' you." Ron muttered.

"Be nice, Ron! She's probably nervous." Violet muttered back.

Then the oddest thing happened-- the hat talked. Violet was getting used to the strangeness of magic, but a talking hat? Not something she was expecting. It shouted out "Gryffindor!" and the students at the one table all started clapping and shouting. Hermione rushed over, sitting on the empty bench.

One by one the students were sorted. Draco to Slytherin, Susan Bones to Hufflepuff, Ron to Gryffindor, Harry to Gryffindor, Padma Patil to Ravenclaw, and so on. When it was finally Violet's turn, she trudged over to the stool.

'Gryffindor,' She thought, over and over as she sat down, 'I want to be with my friends.'

"Ah!" The hat shouted, "Yes, yes, I see..." It muttered, "You've got Gryffindor in you, mighty Gryffindor blood, yes, yes... You've got potential there... Better be... HUFFLEPUFF!"

It took all of her energy to fight the burst of sadness that threatened to take over. She wanted so badly to be with her new friends, all three of which were sitting at the table watching her in worry. She braved the crowd and plastered on a smile, walking over to the Hufflepuff table. A few of the first-years introduced themselves to her, including Susan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, and Hannah Abbott.

Once the sorting ceremony was finished, food appeared on the tables. Massive serving dishes full of lamb chops, fresh fruits, whole roast chickens, varying vegetables, rolls, and so much more.

After dinner, the houses left the hall one at a time. When it was Hufflepuff's turn, all the older students left, with only one remaining.

"Congratulations! I'm Prefect Gabriel Truman, and I'm delighted to welcome you to Hufflepuff House!" He lead the small group of first-years through the hallway and down a flight of stairs as he made his speech, "Our emblem is the badger, an animal that is often underestimated, because it lives quietly until attacked, but which, when provoked, can fight off animals much larger than itself, including wolves. Our house colours are yellow and black, and our common room lies one floor below the ground, on the same corridor as the kitchens..."

He continued on for some time, listing out names and credentials for famous Hufflepuff wizards and witches. He seemed to talk with his hands a lot, and frequently stopped walking as he told his story.

They came to a stop a little ways down the basement hallway. The hallway was brightly lit, despite the stone lining the walls, floor, and ceiling, and decorated with food-theme paintings.

"This here is the kitchen." Truman explained, "Students aren't allowed in. It can upset the house-elves. Another cool fact, Helga Hufflepuff, our house founder, brought in the house-elves to run the kitchen so they could escape their abusive living situations!"

They continued down the hallway for a moment, before reaching the end, "What else do you need to know? Oh yes, the entrance to the common room is concealed in a stack of large barrels in a nook on the right hand side of the kitchen corridor," He pointed to the barrels, "Tap the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row, in the rhythm of 'Helga Hufflepuff', and the lid will swing open. We are the only house at Hogwarts that also has a repelling device for would-be intruders. If the wrong lid is tapped, or if the rhythm of the tapping is wrong, the illegal entrant is doused in vinegar."

Once he finished speaking, he tapped the barrels as he'd explained, and a round door appeared in the wall. He eased the door open, stepping through before the rest of the students entered the passageway, a short, earthy tunnel that ended in the Hufflepuff common room.

This room, Violet decided, was her favourite so far. It was a spacious, rounded room, with wood floors, walls, and furnishings. Small, round windows sat midway up, the moon shining through the frosted glass. There were curved shelves along the walls, with varying plants and books, and other plants were hanging from the ceiling.

In the centre of the far wall sat a collection of couches and seats, positioned around a lit fireplace. Upon closer inspection, Violet realised the wooden fireplace had Badgers carved throughout it. The mantelpiece above the fireplace was also covered in small plants and books. And above there hung a portrait of a woman. She was pretty, Violet decided. Only her upper half was painted, but she had pale skin, brown hair in twin braids, a round face, and warm eyes. She was dressed modestly, in a yellow front-laced dress and a black shawl over one shoulder. In her hands was a small, two-handled cup, and she held it in such a way that it appeared she was toasting the students.

"Helga Hufflepuff, our house founder." Someone said from beside Violet. She turned to see Hannah Abbott, who was admiring the portrait.

"Ah! Admiring our founder?" Truman came up behind the two girls, looking at the portrait with admiration. The girls nodded, "The others have already gone to their dorms. The girls' dormitory is up those stairs to the left, boys are up the other set, but you two stay out of there." He waved his hand to each stairway, laughing warmly when warning the girls away from the boys dorms.

"Your belongings have already been delivered to your rooms. In the morning, at breakfast, you'll receive your timetables for the year. I know it will be daunting, but if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask your fellow Hufflepuffs. And don't be afraid to get lost, we've all been there!" He laughs again, but Violet and Hannah shared a wide-eyed look, "Alright, off to bed with you. I'll see you at breakfast!"

Violet and Hannah took off up the stairs in silence, trailing down the hall until they found the only dorm with empty beds. The rooms were similar to the common room, in that they were round, but the walls were stone rather than wood, though there were floor to ceiling wood beams between each of the beds. The four-poster beds were made of wood, with yellow curtains and patchwork quilts. In the centre of the floor lay a yellow and black rug, with the house crest. There was a trunk at the end of each bed, two of which already had items sitting atop them.

Violet made her way to her own trunk, pulling out a few items before moving to sit on her bed. It was smaller than her bed at home, but it was quite comfortable. She set out her few items on the table beside the bed- a picture frame with a photo of her and her parents, a stuffed bear no bigger than her hand that her mother had gifted her as a child, and a journal her father had gifted her for her birthday back in April.

Then she shook out the blanket she had brought with her, another gift from her mother. It was a simple violet purple quilt that her grandmother had made. She never knew her grandmother, as she had passed when Violet was only a baby, but the blanket brought her comfort anyway.

Her parents often told her stories of their families. Her mother was an only child and both of her parents had passed, but her father had two brothers and two sisters, who had moved away and lived in other parts of the world with their own families, but his parents lived nearby. They often visited, bringing sweets to spoil Violet with.

Once she was content with her little set up, she pulled out some pyjamas and headed towards what she assumed was the bathroom. There were only two doors in the dorm, one of which she knew would take her back out to the hall. The other door led to the small bathroom. It was made up entirely of smooth stone and hardly bigger than a closet. It contained a shower stall, toilet, and sink, which she supposed was all they needed anyway. She didn't imagine it would be fun sharing with three other girls, though.

When she was finished, she returned to her bed, murmuring a simple 'goodnight' to Hannah, who was sitting in her bed reading. The other two girls must've already been asleep, as their lamps were off and curtains closed.

Violet expected sleep to evade her, as that was usual when she had a exciting day, but she fell asleep the moment she was under the covers.

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slafkovskys · 2 years

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“Aww did you miss me” for Logan Cooley

“i’ll see you in class tomorrow, y/n,” taylor says as she breaks away from you at the door to her hall. you send her a grin as you turn on the staircase, ready to continue up the two more flights before she calls out again, “wait! do you want to meet at the cafe for breakfast? i have been craving a croissant.”

“we just got one this morning,” you stare at the redhead and she rolls her eyes, leaning against the wall as she looks at you expectantly for an answer. you sigh, “just text me and let me know what time.”

“will do,” she sing-songs before pulling open the door and disappearing down the hall. you continue to pull yourself up the stairs, silently cursing at your past self for making the decision to wear heels.

as you come to a stop in front of your door, you raise your eyebrows once you hear muffled noise coming from the other side. you unlock the door and push it open, covering your mouth with your hand to stop the laugh from escaping when you see what’s on the other side. “oh my-”

logan holds up a finger, gesturing to the phone that he had pressed to his ear, “no, you’re not listening to me. he said that it was an optional skate, but i don’t think that it is optional at all.”

you set down your bag and the box of leftovers you had taken from the restaurant before kicking off your heels and climbing into your bed. between you and logan, it’s a tight squeeze in your twin xl but you make it work just like you had been doing for weeks now. he winds an arm around your back, resting it on your hip while you lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

“look, can we talk about this later? i’m busy. doing what? don’t worry about it,” he snaps at whoever he was on the phone with before dropping it beside him on the bed. he huffs, “you were gone for a long time.”

you use your hand to push yourself up, trying not to smile, “aw, did you miss me?”

“that depends,” he gestures with his now free hand over to where you’d left your takeout box, “are those for me?”

“you broke into my dorm and used one of my face masks, logan. do you really think that you deserve my leftovers?” you adjust his fuzzy headband before poking at his hardened, blue cheek. “which one is this anyway?”

“i’m breaking out and we have media in a couple of days,” he practically whines, now using both hands to pull you fully onto his lap.

“as long as you used the one that was in the purple bottle. that one is for your skin type,” you look down at him as his hands run over your hips. you watch as he swallows a lump in his throat.

“i mean, yeah, of course i did. only an idiot would use something not for his skin type,” he laughs nervously, hooking his index fingers in the front pocket of your jeans, “but, you know hypothetically, what would happen if i used one not in a purple bottle?”

“oh, hypothetically? it could break you out even worse,” you look at him with a raised eyebrow, “you used one of mine, didn’t you?”

“i did, yeah.”

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turtle-babe83 · 1 year

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{F!Reader, on the Naughty List}

Special thanks to @post-apocalyptic-daydream for the story idea!

Warning: Language and NSFW content 18+ only

Just imagine…..

"Keep'em closed, Babycakes," Michaelangelo murmurs in your ear.

He has been leading you up several flights of stairs and suddenly, a loud creak announces the opening of a door. A blast of chilly air bites your face and you wince. What on earth is your boyfriend up to now?

"Mikey," you whine, as he pulls you out into the cold.

Finally, he stops and orders, "Wait here and don't touch that blindfold until I say so."

You pout but do as he says. A few short minutes pass and finally, you hear him say, "Okaaay...now."

You whip off the blindfold and blink against the frigid air hitting your eyes. Before you is a black tent set up on a rooftop, clearly explaining the myriad of stairs and the creaking door. The lights of the city surround you, aglow with the addition of Christmas lights everywhere. Mikey is crouched down just inside the tent with a hand extended. As soon as you take the offer, he tightens his grip and pulls you into the tent and onto his lap. You can't help but giggle at his antics but then you gasp at the sight around you.

Inside the tent is a nest of comfort. Pillows, blankets, a small heater (thank god), and best of all, a star projector that lights up the small space with tiny stars that twinkle. Mikey takes in your awed expression with a grin of his own. He's so in love with you and when you mentioned wanting to make love under the stars, he devised this plan to make it happen despite the December cold.

"Do you like it?" he asks, tightening his arms around your middle.

You relax back into his plastron with a sigh of contentment. He listened to your dreams and here he is, making them come true as best he can. How did you get so lucky? Feeling an overwhelming surge of emotion for the turtle who stole your heart, you turn in his arms and tackle him back into a pile of sherpa blankets. You find his full lips unerringly and suck the bottom one into your mouth. Sucking strongly, you are rewarded with a strangled groan, and it only eggs you on further. Keeping your mouths locked together, you pull and tug at clothing until there's nothing between you and his pebbled skin.

Mikey feels the urgency and reciprocates, tangling his hand in your hair as he ravages your mouth. His free hand cups your ass and presses your body firmly against his, rubbing your slick folds with his girthy cock. You lift yourself up and ease down over him, loving the way he stretches you so lusciously every time. He helps you ride him, keeping the rhythm steady with a hand on your hip. He releases your lips only to dip down and take a hard nipple gently between his teeth. A light nip and a soothing suckle to the sensitive nub has you slamming down harder with each rock of your hips.

"I love you," you gasp, feeling that familiar build up signaling your imminent release. "Mikey, I-I love this and I love you and oh god! I'm cumming!"

It hits you without warning and it's all Mikey can do to hold you as you ride him wildly. As he sees you beginning to come down, he rolls you both over and pushes your knees up to your chest before thrusting his way to his own explosive orgasm.

"My angel," he murmurs, grabbing the wipes to clean you both up, "my forever girl, I'll love you until all the stars burn out."

You feel your eyes begin to mist until he adds, "But not these stars. I used cheap batteries. We'll be lucky if they last the night. So....we should get to round two sooner than later."

That's your Mikey. 🧡

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bellyasks · 1 month

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have you ever had a sickfic-ike experience in real life with any of your friends or family??

ever got the chance to rub someone’s tummy as it cramped??

no but i Will tell you the insane tale of the last time i remember having a stomach bug, which isnt particularly sexy or zesty whatsoever and definitely not what you wanted [death warning bc its relevant to the setup, as is the case with many insane tales]

pulling up a stool It was a dark & stormy night. actually, it was thursday, march 12, 2020, just after 3pm, leaving work from a meeting discussing whether our school might shut down. go to check on my grandparents bc they both got wild dementia. Grandpas Dead. theres a big horrible mess everywhere & my dad & i have to scrub the floors while the brother of this kid i used to go to school with takes grandpa away bc apparently he works at the funeral home now. take a bereavement day the next day. next day comes. friday. Dad And I Are Now So Sick. barfing & woe & misery etc. doesnt matter. we apparently have to go through all grandpas shit Right Now before grandma gets rid of it all. spend saturday digging through heavy bags of clothes with a killer stomachache. bug is at least not a full-blown multi-day thing so we're more or less not puking anymore but i feel So Fucking Awful. dyin over here. would kill to go lay down but im sittin on the floor pushing around bags of a dead mans clothes. lugging around huge sacks of hammers & pipe wrenches etc. brother calls. His College Is Going Virtual. we have to go get him off campus & essentially move him out. sunday. like the 3rd floor of this building. huge heavy carts of crap. Elevators Broke. barely recovered from this bug carrying huge heavy carts of crap down 3 flights of stairs. feel like im about to phucking die. dad has garcia effected himself into thinking the beloved empanada joint got us sick. i have garcia effected myself into thinking the big thing of pulled pork we just made got us sick. both of us know we got sick cleaning up Grandpas Awful Mess. in brothers dorm trying to muster up the strength to keep going. theres a whiteboard on the door instructing visitors to unequip foreskin before entering. my school calls. We're Virtual Now. good thing i spent the past week making 8000 packets. gotta get back to moving huge heavy carts of crap down 3 flights of stairs. absolute dogshit weekend

the last time before that i was in bed for an entire day with that fucking lorax song stuck in my head for literally every second of it

#message #SORRY THIS IS FULLY AND 100% NOT WHAT YOU WANTED #BUT ITS ALL I GOT BOSS

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whumperfully · 2 years

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First Day

Masterlist

CW: creepy/intimate whumper, manhandling

Matt flinched as the door grunted open again, filling the room with the dull light again.

"Missed me, sweetheart?" The man swiftly approached, stopping only a few inches in front of him, the sick grin back on his face. "I'm going to take the gag out now, alright? But only if you're willing to cooperate. Can I trust you?"

Matt only glared back at him.

The man backhanded him. Harder than before.

"Nod for a yes. Shake your head for a no. Don't answer and I'll hit you again. Can I trust you to cooperate once I get the gag out of your mouth?"

Matt frowned, nodding reluctantly.

"Good boy." He yanked the gag off his mouth, allowing him to finally spit out the awful taste to the side.

"What are you going to do to me?" Matt's voice was forcefully soft and polite. He was too fucking tired to resist like this. At the very least, he wanted a better opportunity.

"That depends on your brother's behavior." Before Matt could open his mouth, the man raised a hand. "We can talk later, okay? I bet you're hungry, aren't you?"

Matt slowly nodded, his mind racing a million miles per minute. His brother. He had mentioned him earlier too. What and how the fuck did he know about him?

The man patted his cheek, the same place as before. "Such a delicate skin. My handprint's on your face already." His grin grew. "My very first mark on you. Beautiful."

Matt's stomach felt sick. He sucked in a breath as, without a warning, the man pressed into him. "What the fuck are you doing?" He snarled, unsuccessfully trying to push him away.

"Making sure you don't try anything stupid."

"Creep." Matt hissed while the man unchained his arms, slowly bringing them down to their sides. The relief was instant as he was finally able to stretch his muscles.

"Once I move away, I want you to follow me like an obedient little boy, hm? I shouldn't have to tell you what might happen if you don't, should I?"

Matt nodded once more.

The man smiled, slowly pulling away and giving him back his personal space back.

Matt breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his sore wrists before reaching to comfort his cheek.

"Come on, sweetheart." The man turned around, beckoning him with a tilt of his head.

His back was turned. The door was open. How stupid was he?

Matt lunged forward, twisting his arm around his neck from the back. He knew a punch wouldn't work but he might just be able to strangle him. How hard could it be anyway? The neck was a pretty weak spot, right?...right-

The man grabbed his wrist. "Darling?"

All his courage went down the drain. "I'm sorry!" He squeaked, trying to pull his arm back.

His grip tightened. "Do you want me to break your wrist?"

He instantly gave up. "N-no! I'm sorry!"

"Idiot." The man let go, pushed him back, turned him around and-

A knee to his chest and the wind was knocked out of him. The cough never made it out.

Another moment and he was on the ground. A boot in the air, aiming right at his head-

"I'm sorry!" He screamed his lungs out, tears flooding his eyes as his body trembled.

The boot went back to the ground. He coughed.

"Get up." The man ordered, the amusement gone from his voice.

"I'm so-"

"Get. Up."

Matt began scrambling to get back on his feet, ignoring the pain in his chest.

For the rest of he way, Matt decided to be quiet and obedient. Out of the room, there was a set of stairs, polished wood under his sneakers. Another flight of stairs above which they skipped, instead turning to the long hallways with multiple closed doors lining each wall.

The man took out a key from his pocket, unlocking the door numbered '-103'.

"Get in."

Matt peeked inside. A strong sterile smell. Darkness.

The man flipped on a switch, instantly turning all the lights on.

Matt sucked in a breath, his blood running cold. Inside was a large room, every inch of the wall lined with white cabinets. A hospital bed stood in the middle, chains hanging from the sides.

"Wh-"

The man shoved him in, closing the door behind them. "You like it?"

"Wh-"

"Welcome-" Two strong hands were placed on his shoulders. "-to my play room."

Matt couldn't move. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe.

"You said you were hungry earlier, right? Time to earn some food." A kiss was pressed to his cheek.

"Please." Matt sniffed, shaking his head. "Please, no. Please please please."

"Hmm. Beg. Beg some more. I do love that sound." He patted his shoulder.

Matt's knees grew weak, ready to fall to the marble floor at any moment. The man steadied him, pulling him up as he led him to the bed.

"Sit, darling." He gently pushed him onto the stiff mattress, making him sit. "I doubt I'll have to chain you up, huh. Just be patient for a second, love. I'll fetch today's toys."

Matt pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening. Thiscouldn'tbehappeningthiscouldn'tbehappeningthiscouldn'tbe-

Fingers tugging on his hair brought him back to reality. "How adorable." The man's face was only inches away from his. "You're crying? You're not angry? All that defiance? Where is it? Gone? Really?"

Matt sat frozen with fear, his breaths barely making it out.

"No worries. I know how to make your sort talk too." Letting go of his hair, he stepped back. With a tilt of his head, he gestured towards the bucket of water standing next to the bed. "What'dya think? Wanted to start with something simple and easy. I mean, if I do the worst on the first day, there's really not much left is it?" He shrugged, as if talking about something other than torturing an actual fucking human being.

"Now then." He smiled- no, grinned. "Will you get down to the knees on the ground yourself or will I have to make you? It's a simple choice, really."

Matt stared at the bucket of water and then back at the man, eyes wide with fear and confusion.

The man sighed. "Is this your defiance? Pathetic." With one swift motion, he grabbed Matt's collar and pulled him onto the ground.

Matt yelped as his knees hit the marble floor, narrowly avoiding a broken nose.

"Alright!" The man took out his phone from his pocket. A few taps and the unmistakable sound of the camera recording rang in his ears.

"Hey, darling. You know what you've done wrong and you know how to fix it, don't you?" He spoke to the camera, earning a frowning glance from Matt. "Yet, it has been a week and you still aren't begging on your knees in front of me. Do you really really think you can live without me? Fool." Matt shuddered. His tone remained honey-sweet despite his words. "I'll show you what happens when you act like a little brat."

Matt began to whimper as the man grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up and painfully twisting his head around to face the camera.

"Remember him, honey? No?" The man pulled at his hair, hard enough to make him squirm. "Say your name, darling." The man glared at him. "Full. Name."

"M-ma-" Another sharp tug at his hair. "Matthew- Matthew Westbrooke." He choked out.

"That's right." The grin returned to his face. "He's Mattie. Your dear little brother."

Matt's eyes widened. Whatthehellisthisguytalkingabout-

Blurs of colors danced in his eyes. A sharp pain in his temple. He had been thrown to the ground.

"And since you decided to be a little rebel, he's going to be taking your place."

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