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doboosh · 1 year

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Can I request a Wednesday x fem reader where they’re cuddling in bed - Wednesday the big spoon/reader is on top of her and Enid walks in and Wednesdays like “if you wake her up I’ll murder you” or something haha

“Take one more step, I dare you”

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Wednesday isn’t much of a cuddler, but you’re just so tired and look so cute. She can’t help but let you sleep.

Warning(s) None; This is a fluff fluff fluff, I loveee requests like this. What would you guys think about me maybe later on writing a slow burn story with Jenna Ortega x fem!small town reader?

Little insight; I hope no one is angry with me about my first post, I understand the predicament with the age but I hope it was a reasonable action for me to speak on how most people don’t comment on the Xavier Thorpe smut, I specified that I aged the characters up. Again, I love the ff and the writers! No hate at all!

Finally.

Fucking finally.

The day had dragged on and on today, you felt as if it was never going to end. Got a bad test grade in not one, but three classes. Three!

All you wanted to do now, was to go into your girlfriends dorm and take a nap in the warmth.. um. coldness of her arms.

Well you’re in the dorm currently, begging for her to let you sleep on her chest.

“Wednesday! Please! I’m tired and I just want to fall asleep on you!” You beg, extravagantly getting on your knees in front of her bed and grabbing her sheets.

She stared at you and rolled her eyes, “Cara mia, you can sleep just fine on your own”

You look up at her and puff out your bottom lip, “Wednesday, honey, please” you drag out the last syllable slowly.

“You’d have to lay on my rock hard, cold, decaying body, because that is not happening”

“Oh my god Wednesday, why are you being so difficult” you whined.

The girl just shrugged and went back to reading her book on her neatly made bed.

“Wednesday please let me sleep on you��

“No, I’m not letting you sleep on me”

“How did you get me to agree to let you sleep on me”

“Because you love me so much” you grumbled, as you smothered your face into her sweater.

She huffs as she brings her arms around your body, tugging you closer than you already were.

You liked this

Loved it actually

The sound of her heartbeat by your cheek and the movements her chest makes when she breathes, it was like a lullaby, and before you knew it, you passed out.

Small snores and puffs of air came from your mouth as you slept, and Wednesday couldn’t help but stare at your face and track every detail of it.

She felt humiliating, watching you like this.

She felt like her father when he adorned her mother every waking moment of the day.

Though deep inside her cold body, she loved it.

Your body twitched every now and again, your mind processing your slumber to your limbs.

She brought her hand up to your face and traced out your features softly, barely grazing your skin.

She brought her lips to your head and placed soft kisses on top of it; she herself thought about taking a nap as well, until her roommate and best friend Enid burst through the door as loud as can be.

Wednesday hurriedly covered your ears the best she could, “Enid,” she snapped in a whisper, “If you wake her up, I’ll make it my personal promise to you, to feed you to any creature that may lurk in the bottom of the lake”

Enid stopped full force, slowly turning her head to look at the two of you.

The blonde girls face lit up in a wide, bright smile, and she hurriedly reached for her phone in her bag.

“Enid, don’t you even think about it”

Snap

Oh no she didn’t

Wednesday would’ve gotten up and absolutely annihilated the girl if it weren’t for you still peacefully sleeping on her.

So as for now, all she did was shoot the werewolf a dirty glare. Snuggling closer to you as a way to ignore her.

You’re lucky she loved you so much

“Where did Enid go?” You asked, you had woken up a while ago and just decided to lazily sprawl on Wednesday’s mattress.

“Nowhere, just took care of her.. and her phone”

“You what?”

I wish I could’ve made this longer! It’s more like an imagine now 🥹 I still hope this is close to what you asked for anon! Love 🤍

#wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday addams x reader #xavier thorpe #ajax petropolus #enid sinclair

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venoti · 11 months

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A chance?

Summary: Dating Miles as Miguel’s sibling.

Spider-man across the spider verse

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After watching the movie, I can tell Miguel would be attached to his remaining family.

He wanted the best for you. His best thought was putting you in a seemingly safe area, earth 1610. Later, it was definitely not the best option. “Especially with miles” Thats what he said.

You were younger than Miguel. But roughed it out, talking to him occasionally and living your life. And it was normal.

Till miles, he changed everything. And yada yada, went through hardship and got together from a kiss in his room.

And in the moment it seemed amazing! But what about after..?

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“So.. is it uh.. official?” He stuttered trying to keep his cool. I noticed his nervous movements, rocking his hand, whistling in the silence. I laughed before turning to him.

“Miles, theres no way I would kiss just anyone.” I muttered getting closer. His cheeks turned hot, feeling touched by those words. “So.. I’ll meet you at the rooftop tomorrow?” I smiled.

God you are hot—

He tilted his head, he felt the world disappear, only seeing you. He did a silent yes hugging me by the waist. Laughing before he went out the room happy. What will he tell his parents..?

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When you told your brother, it was a easy no.

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“He’s really nice!”

“That’s really funny!” He said sarcastically with a fake smile. It soon dropped. “Because I don’t believe you” He scoffed crossing his arms. I just rolled my eyes.

“You haven’t even met him..?” I snarked.

“And I don’t have too” He sighed. I waited tapping on my sude. Till getting a very.. capable idea. I took a deep breath, then went into action.

“Pleaseeee” I pleaded getting on my knees.

He choked on his spit. “Why are you doing that? Get up—!”

“Please!!” I grabbed his leg clinging on him.

“Are you serious..!” He struggled getting me off. He couldn’t just kick me, that’s the only weakness he has “Fine! Just get off..”

I shed a fake tear. “Thank you”

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When miles met your brother, it was tough. He was on edge whenever he saw him, after that one talk. It was worse than anything else.

And had to swear on his life to keep you safe, and probably was not a joke. He still loves you though..?

He takes it slow for the most part, but will automatically want to smother you with love. He definitely loves affection, and texts you every day.

Even with Miguel constantly on eagle watch for him, he acted the same never changing for a person. Unless it was good, but miles never understood why Miguel had a offset grudge.

Aside that He is such a sweetheart, and likes to do things for you. He understands his job as Spider-Man, having to take most of his time into that.

So whenever he has free time he spends it with you. Drawing, ice cream, flying in air as you screamed. You both had fun.

But even with that, expect a lot of flowers and letters. They will be wrote in delicacy and cute doodles on the side.

He always gets soft when you pay attention, he just feels so appreciated. As he should

But obviously all the time spent as Spider-Man and then with you caught up with his parents.

So it was time to introduce you.

At first it was really intense, they glared at you asking constant questions, too fast for you to even answer. But they were worried for miles, that was their kid and they didn’t know if he was safe.

But after dinner, they knew he was gonna be fine. You guys actually started getting closer, and you came over more often for dinner. They started treating you like the family.

And miles only fell for you more. Every time after dinner he gave you a kiss goodbye, always filled with warmth. Even his roommate would make fun of him by how lovey dovey he gets. Especially on his hour rant about you.

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“Ahh.. wow” Ganke sighed, his eyes were closing, thinking it was finally silent. Till he heard miles words again, ready to just sleep outside.

“And have you seen their smile? It was like heaven to see—!”

“Dude Just go to bed!” Ganke groaned covering his ears with the pillow. It’s 12 at night, and he preferred sleep than some talk about a person he hadn’t even met.

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Mile’s was protective, he definitely wanted to make sure you weren’t ever hurt. No matter when you tried to help. His first priority was you, so making sure you are safe made him most calm.

A lot of dates. What he loved most was just sitting down in silence staring at the city. He was able to just admire you.

So overall 10/10 he’s definitely worth it. Except for the soon tension with Miguel, that will be a awkward conversation..

Which I might make a part on, thank you for reading!!

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#x reader #gender nuetral reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman #miles x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #spider man 2099: dark genesis #miguel oliveira #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman x reader #atsv x reader #atsv

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writersdelight · 2 months

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Hiii! I hope you're having a good day. I absolutely adore Husk, I just wanna smother him with hugs 😆

Could you write one with him and reader that takes place the night before extermination day? They love each other but are scared to admit it. Ultimately Angel Dusk convinces him to confess since 'tomorrow is never guaranteed'.

Lots of fluff and love please! Thank you! ❤️

“ I don’t know what to say..”

Husk/Reader fluff before the Extermination. Not long.

Word count: 842

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-> Content: Fluff, I hope this is tooth-rotting fluff, swearing, mentions of dying, not-proof read (we die like Adam)

-> Author’s note: My first request! Ajdjdgj. I don’t think I’ve written fluff ever, but I swear I tried my best. Tysm, Anon! I’m having a great day.

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Husk hadn’t been interested in making his feelings known during his life and that was all the more prevalent in death. When living in a place like Hell, you gotta be safe, keep your card close to your chest or someone will take advantage of you. He knew that all too well.. but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have certain soft spots..

He liked how you were so genuine, it’s part of what he loves about you. He knows he loves you- he’s good at understanding people and that includes himself. Even if it’s something.. that’s hard for him to admit. Something about the prospect of letting someone in like that is unnerving.

There was only a day left until the Extermination. The rest of the hotel residents were celebrating, trying to live it up before the battle tomorrow. There were some residents who were calmer.. one was Angeldust or well.. Anthony. He appreciated the change he saw in Angel.. Though in the moment with Angel at his bar, he knew the other could tell something was on his mind.

“ …you thinking about tomorrow, whiskers? It got you worried?”

“ ‘Course not. I’m just thinkin’ of how we might run out of booze at this rate.”

Husk laughed the question off, gesturing the empty bottles around the bar. Angel knew that he was lying. With the entire exorcist army about to be on their doorstep, there was practically no chance any of them would making it.. even you. He both loved and hated that you’d be fighting by his side. He loved your passion, the way you wanted to protect your loved ones, but that’s just it: he wants to protect you. You’re safest far away from there.

“ That’s bull and you know it. You’re worried.. but I don’t think you’re worried about you. I think it’s someone else. Someone special to ya~”

As he danced around outright saying the name, he gestured with all four of his hands over to you. You were wrapped up in a conversation with Cherri Bomb at the moment, talking about who knows what. Husk’s gaze followed Angel’s movements… he wasn’t wrong.

“ ……..………”

“ I knew it! You ain’t denying it.”

Angel had a grin on his face as if it was the most satisfying moment in his afterlife (though it certainly wasn’t).

“ You gonna make a move before it’s too late? Say something you need to?”

“….. I don’t think there’s anything I can to say. It’s.. complicated.”

Angel looked at him, taking the situation more seriously than he had before.

“ ….Husk, Buddy, tomorrow ain’t guaranteed. We both know it... so why not go tell your special little someone how you feel..? What’s there to lose?”

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The party had died down, most people were talking amongst themselves at this point… He had to gather himself to work up the nerve to go through with the confession. He knew that he loved you, he was almost positive you felt the same way, but that didn’t take the edge off of this type of deal. He took a breath before walking over to you..

“ Hey.. you mind joinin’ me upstairs?”

He wanted to be somewhere more private for this. Just the two of you.

“ I don’t mind at all.. something up?”

“ Nothin’ to worry about, doll.”

He guided you to the stairs. Once you two were at the top, he led you straight to his room.. you had never been in there. It was.. sort of nice. Certainly dingy. It’s exactly what you thought a man like him would have.

“ …what is this about?”

“ ……….”

He took a moment to figure out his words.. how can he say this? There are so many wrong ways to put it and the possibility of doing it right was slim to none.

“…..we might die tomorrow-”

“ I know that. There’s no where I would rather be than here. Someone needs to show these angels what happens when they pick a fight.”

You interrupted.

“ This isn’t about the damn fight- this is about you. Doll… I.. got feelings for you- I love you. I need you to know incase we’re both double dead tomorrow..”

He was almost surprised to hear the words leave his own mouth much less the surprise you felt.. your eyes met his in the moment after he confessed. There was a silence.

You had felt the same way, how couldn’t you? But putting it to words and saying what you both knew aloud..?

“ I-”

Husk couldn’t finish his sentence as you moved, tightly hugging him. You could feel him loosen up slightly, he had been so tense.. slowly he hugged back.

“…I feel the same, Husk.”

He smiled a bit.. his wings wrapped around you, pulling you closer. It was like you two were the only people in all of hell and that’s the way he likes it. You’re one of the best things that’s happened to him.

Tomorrow may not be guaranteed.. but you two will always have tonight.

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paraliveimaginesblog · 6 months

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could you pls do no. 44 with kanata? thank you 💕

Kanata Yatonokami:

44. Tentative kisses given in the dark.

The dark made it easier.

Kanata had been the one to suggest it which would endlessly surprise you, as you never thought he’d stay over night like this in the first place. And to think he was fine with sharing your bed when you had suspected he’d just take the couch… your getting injured must have bothered him more than you suspected. You had overheard his phone call with Nayuta too, who told him to stop worrying over stupid shit and just spend the night with honest intentions, but you didn’t entirely understand that part.

Must just be a twin thing.

The bed is even more comfortable with him in it, Kanata slipping under the covers like it was a daily routine. You felt your heart flutter at the thought of this being your first night spent in bed together, but there was a slight damper on the mood purely because of the circumstances surrounding why he was here to begin with.

“You never should’ve gotten hurt.” The ‘because of me’ was heavily implied from the pain in his voice, the way the blanket shifted as he moved further away from you. You reached out to stop him, fingers tightly wrapping themselves in the smooth material of his shirt; you winced in pain as your bruised ribs did not appreciate the sudden movement. You heard Kanata’s own sharp inhale, reacting to your pain, slowly rolling back to his side so your arm didn’t stretch beyond its limit.

“I’m okay!”

“Stop sayin’ that when I can hear you’re not,” Kanata hissed back, not wanting you to spare his feelings. His own stupidity had gotten you into a fight, and he should feel sorry for it.

“Okay, so I’m in a little bit of pain, but I don’t blame you. And it’s really pissing me off that you’re pulling away when I already said I forgive you.”

“I’m right here.” He lingered closer, and while it was hard to make out his face, you could feel how much distance had been closed between you. The conversation had died out but neither one of you moved, the silence ticking on so long you almost wondered if he had fallen asleep. He did not, because Nayuta’s use of ‘innocent, honest’ intentions echoed through his head. He had only planned to sleep on the couch, yet when you put up the offer to sleep in the bed together he couldn’t deny it. His mind wasn’t in the gutter yet but with how close you were, how you still hadn’t let him go, how he can smell your body wash that lingered on your skin, it was getting to him.

Kanata’s next move is, again, smothered in innocent intentions even if the location may bring that under review. Kissing was an inherently intimate thing to do, but to kiss while in thin, easily removable clothing, while in bed, just added to the emotion of the moment. He doesn’t think he deserved to kiss you after tonight, but you didn’t allow him to linger on that.

Your noses brushed thanks to Kanata, yet he wasn’t closing the gap quick enough. Perhaps he reached the end of his willpower, or he was filling himself with useless thoughts of doubt, but you could only wait so long. Your kiss is fast, too quick for him to truly appreciate, but it kicked his brain back into gear. The second kiss is led by him, still wary, gentle, like Kanata was holding himself back on purpose. You wanted to knock some sense into him but it seemed he was using his brain again, the kisses growing more confident.

You have no doubt something more would’ve happened if you weren’t covered in bruises, Kanata finding the self control to pull away, albeit very slowly. There was another silence but a much more comfortable one, where you both enjoyed the comfort of the other's warm body before slipping into a restful slumber.

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Kanata Yatonokami #Yatonokami Kanata #Kanata Yatonokami x Reader #Scenario #Kiss Prompts

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reborrowing · 6 months

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this silly vampire idea kept rolling around my head so that's how I chose to spend my free time tonight. it's not really edited or polished, to the point where idk that I'd even call it finished, but here it is anyway. will I develop it more or will this get it out of my system? who knows.

I was very fuzzy, very suddenly.

No, not me. Or, I was, but...that was normal, I think, it was... My thoughts. My thoughts were fuzzy. Indistinct. I couldn't think straight, I wasn't—where was I?

I'd been flying. I didn't want to spend any more time on the ground in this wretched city than They required of me, I remembered that well enough.

They?

I was they, wasn't I? A swarm of me, of bats, or...

What city?

It was dark, even darker than I liked, and a frigid mist hung overhead. I went to push to my feet but not of my limbs would cooperate. My chest burned.

Why did it hurt? Had I been attacked? Were there hunters in this mystery city? Was I dying?

My heart raced, whatever the cause. But before I could solve any of my worries, the light disappeared and something went to smother me.

I really would do anything to put off writing that report.

Not that I was doing this to procrastinate, of course, I was being a good person. I'd been out for a late-night walk (not procrastinating—I needed that candy as a focus incentive) and found a bat crawling across the cold pavement about a block from my apartment. Even without getting too close, I could tell it was pretty badly injured. Its left wing was crumpled and out of sync with the rest of its movements.

What kind of asshole would I be if I left it there like that?

A dozen warnings about rabies echoed in my head, but none quite loud enough to give me more than a moment's pause. I used my hoodie to catch it. It didn't seem to struggle much and once I got it wrapped up, it gave up completely. I wanted to think that it knew I was trying to help it. Mostly I hoped it hadn’t died in my hands before I even had a chance to call the wildlife center.

I dumped a scattering of clutter out of a closet shoebox, swearing to myself that I’d deal with the mess later, and gently placed the bundled-up bat inside. I tentatively pulled back one edge of my sweatshirt to steal a look at the little guy. It was breathing, at least, if not conscious.

The wildlife center told me I’d (more or less) done the right thing so far, and told me to drive it down there as soon as I had the chance. I turned off the car radio for quiet as suggested, but couldn’t help whispering reassurances to the little guy as I drove. I guess it wouldn’t understand me, even if it were awake to hear me, but the silence in the car unnerved me otherwise, especially as I left the bright lights of the city for the preserve on the outskirts.

Inside, a friendly-looking man took the box off my hands. He didn’t tell me to stick around, but he didn’t tell me to leave either, so I stayed. I had other things I didn't want to do, after all, and it would be nice to know what was going to happen to the bat.

I wasn’t expecting to get my box back, but the man stepped back into the lobby with it tucked beneath an arm. His smile looked forced now, as he thrust the shoebox back to me.

“Ma’am, we’re very busy here. I don’t know what you were thinking, but please, don’t waste our time,” he said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I opened the box and fell silent. The bat was gone. It had been replaced with a small, pale doll.

“Is this some kind of joke?” I asked.

“Like I said, we’re very busy. If there’s nothing I can actually do for you…?”

I put up a hand and apologized for…I didn’t entirely know what I’d done here, but there was clearly no injured bat for him to help me with. I closed the box and awkwardly shuffled back out to my car to try and figure out what had just happened.

When I next woke, my head was clearer.

I was sure that I’d been captured by some manner of capture because God almighty, that light was blinding. No reasonable vampire would ruin a room with such a miserable lamp, save those few with a soft spot for their thralls’ visual needs.

I was still blinking back tears to try and adjust to the artificial blaze when someone scoffed and the light disappeared altogether. An unknown force threw me to the ground. I tried to collect myself several times before I realized the room itself was shaking, at which point I simply settled into the fleece around me as comfortably as I could and waited for the chance to face my attacker.

There was an especially rough quake that shoved me up against the wall, and then the earth was still at last. I flinched as a sliver of light appeared overhead only to be mercifully bathed in moonlight.

I didn’t recognize where I was, not even what sort of building this might be. The ceiling was distant and carpeted. There were windows all around, as if we were in a poorly shaped dome. Even the box I’d been transported in was strange. The wood was unnaturally smooth and I saw no hinges for the top side that had been pulled away.

As I was considering the low wall before me, a cloud passed over the moon and cast me in shadow. At least, I assumed that was the source until she gasped. I twisted to face the noise and gasped back. A massive woman, larger than some buildings, gawked down at me and at once, the pieces fell together. I had been not only captured, but cursed. I doubted I would be more than a half foot tall, were I to measure.

Her scent engulfed me as she leaned even closer, intoxicatingly sweet. The steady rhythm of her heart was near enough it almost enthralled me. I wanted her. And I would have her. But first, my dignity.

I opened my mouth to demand she turn me back and release me, or, if she couldn’t, return me to the one who could. I intended to order her to serve me as I deserved. The words died in my throat.

My charm, my magic didn’t even make it that far. I needed to see my victims’ eyes if I wanted to bewitch them and I couldn’t bear to meet hers. I faltered after less than a half a second. but her whiskey stare combined with the sheer size of the behemoth looming over me was too much, too intense. My knees buckled; I was as helpless in her gaze as she ought to be in mine.

“What are you?” she whispered.

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #my writing #vampire g/t #honestly just trying to get back into the rhythm of writing I did so little w covid and all that #amwt

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torreshalstead · 6 months

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I’ll show you mine - part 10

Summary - He didn’t fit. His clothes were too nice, his hair too neat, he was raising all the red flags for Hailey. She didn’t think he was part of the crew she was trying to take down, but why else would he be in such an establishment on a random Tuesday night? But then he muttered the words into her ear that she had least expected - ‘I’m police’.

Chapters - 10/13

Notes - thanks for your love for Jealous Jay! Hope you enjoy this chapter, happy reading! ❤️ AO3 Link

Hailey woke up with the familiar and comforting feeling of Jay’s bare chest pressed against her back, his arm slung over her hips and his breath against her hair. The blanket had slid off them in the night so only their legs were covered, their chests bare, but Hailey was anything but cold. Jay was radiating body heat like her own personal heated blanket. To say she had expected to fall in love with the guy she met undercover currently draped around her couldn’t be further than the truth.

Sure, he had been nice to look at and she enjoyed flirting with him but she had thought they would be able to be a one and done. Get it out of her system with a one night stand and move on with her life. But Jay had knocked all of her defences down and wormed his way into her life, becoming the most important person to her in the process.

She hadn’t told him she loved him yet, it still felt too soon. Too precarious. Like one wrong move and the entire relationship they had built could come tumbling down around them. But she did love him. She loved everything about him. And even the slightest possibility that he might love her back made her tingle from her head to her toes.

She wanted to tell him, to get it off her chest and finally say the words out loud. But there was a tiny hateful piece of her that told he couldn’t possibly reciprocate, that if she said those three words he would laugh in her face. Because she was unloveable.

If her own father hadn’t loved her, her own flesh and blood. How could she expect Jay to feel that way. She was just there to warm his bed and keep him satisfied. He didn’t respect her in the workplace, as a colleague and he sure as hell would never love her.

Hailey shut that train of thought down and locked it back into the darkest place in her mind where she kept all the intrusive thoughts that her childhood had left her with. Throwing the key away and allowing the memories of the previous night to fill her brain instead, she pulled the arm around her body just a little tighter.

‘You okay?’ Jay whispered into her ear, her movement of his limb clearly pulling him from his dreams.

She hummed in response, she was okay really. Here with him, she would be okay.

Jay seemed to sense that she was not being entirely truthful but didn’t push her any further just tugged her back towards him and buried his face into her hair.

She grinned at the sensation.

‘It’s our day off today,’ he murmured, his voice distorted by the blonde locks smothering his face. ‘Are we leaving this bed?’

‘I don’t think so,’ she said, wiggling her arse back a little further into his crotch, feeling the effect she was having on him hard and firm against her.

‘Good idea,’ he grunted before performing a move he must have learnt at the police academy so she ended up on her back with him on top of her, his weight resting on his forearms. She wasn’t sure naked in bed was how the instructor would have got them to practise but she wasn’t complaining. She’d give him an A+ for that move if he was in her class.

Pulling him down so his weight was completely on top of her, oddly comforting like a weighted blanket, she grinned as she pressed her lips to his, letting herself get lost in the man who made her feel more than she had ever felt before. Wrapping her legs around him to keep him close, she knew they’d need to break for nourishment at some point but she wanted him first. He seemed to understand the unsaid message as he slowly slipped into her, swallowing her moan with his lips.

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‘I think you killed me,’ Jay sighed as he walked into the kitchen where Hailey was standing over the hob, the frying pan sizzling from the eggs that she was cooking, the smell of bacon pouring out of the oven.

‘Mr Halstead, you mean to say you’re tapping out?’ Hailey sassed him, turning around to lean against the counter to face him, crossing one long leg over the other and letting the black t-shirt she was wearing ride up ever so slightly, giving Jay a peep at the red underwear that she had slid on when she had got out the shower.

‘Not a chance,’ he said, crossing the room in three steps to wrap his arms around her, letting his hand slide down to cup her arse cheek, bare apart from the sliver of lace that covered it. ‘Got at least three more rounds in me,’ he said with a wink, leaning down to press his lips against hers.

‘Three more,’ she said, eyes wide when he pulled back, her tongue poking out to trace the taste of him still on her lips. ‘Better let me cook these eggs then,’ she gently pushed him off her to turn back to the eggs, spatula in hand.

She let her head loll to the side when Jay took up a position behind her, his hands sliding under the thin material of her shirt to rest across her stomach and his mouth starting to leave a scattering of kisses along her neck.

‘You better not make me burn these,’ she breathed out, her eyes closing as she fell back against his chest.

‘I could stop,’ he muttered in between kisses, his lips barely leaving her skin as he spoke.

‘Don’t you dare,’ she said through closed teeth. She could multi task she thought as she turned her attention back to the pan, but not being able to completely concentrate due to the half naked man currently attached to her.

It was quite impressive she had managed to get their entire breakfast plated up without burning, spilling or dropping anything she thought, as Jay had decided his new calling in life was to become a barnacle and it was to her he had decided to attach.

She wasn’t complaining, although if he had left a hickey on her neck which she had an inkling he had then she would be giving him a piece of her mind. But it was nice to feel wanted, desired. Like someone found you so attractive they were physically unable to keep their hands off you. To feel loved.

Still, he did let her go as she carried the plates over to the couch, a lazy day off meant breakfast in front of the television.

‘You spoil me,’ he said, taking a plate off her and dropping a kiss to her cheek. ‘Looks delicious Hails, thank you.’

‘Thought I’d replenish your energy supplies,’ Hailey said with a grin as she began to dig in herself. Her energy reserves were equally depleted, she smiled to herself as she popped a piece of bacon in her mouth.

It was very domestic, to be sat next to Jay in a state of undress, both eating the meal she had just prepared. If you’d have asked her 5 years ago, hell last year, if she thought she’d enjoy the simple domesticity of eating breakfast with someone, she would have laughed in your face. But now, she couldn’t imagine not enjoying it, as Jay flicked on the TV to the morning's news.

Neither of them paid particularly close attention to the television, preoccupied with their food. That was until the Breaking News banner flashed across the screen and the concerned face of the news anchor appeared.

So much for another 3 rounds.

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They didn’t get called in but it didn’t matter. Every cop, on duty and off, and even some of the recently retired, poured into districts across the city. The words ‘Police Officer Taken Hostage,’ was all anyone needed to hear. It was one of their own in danger, and say what you liked about the CPD, they looked out for their own and no one wanted to be sat at home if they thought they could do anything to help.

Hailey and Jay didn’t know the ins and outs of what had happened but jumped in his truck nonetheless and bombed it down to the 21st, not caring how it looked that they arrived together both with damp hair. There were more important things right now.

They were the last ones up in the bullpen, Adam and Kim sat next to each other on his desk, Kevin steely eyed in his desk chair and Alvin speaking to Voight at the far end of the bullpen. There was a heavy silence in the room.

‘Sarge,’ Jay said, breaking the silence as he strolled towards Voight. ‘Where are we needed?’ He asked.

Jay knew the rookie who had been taken, had worked with him at the academy at a training course he had been roped into teaching. He was only in his first 6 months on the job. He was the sole source of income for his single mother. He had joined the CPD to make a difference in his neighbourhood, and it was in that neighbourhood he was being held under gunpoint.

‘Jay,’ Hank barked in his usual gruff tone. ‘You know Torres right?’

‘Yes sir,’ he said firmly, keeping his hands flat against his side to stop them from curling into fists.

‘You good?’ Voight asked with a raised eyebrow and Jay knew what he was asking. Could he keep his head enough to work on this? Was he too attached to the victim, god he hated calling the kid that, to be involved?

‘I’m good,’ he said steadily. ‘Just tell us where you need us.’ He spoke for the group but he knew he had their consent to do so. They wouldn’t have shown up here on their day off if they weren’t ready to get to work and bring home one of their own.

‘Okay then, we ship out in 10, this is the plan…’ and with that he turned over to Al who ran them through what had happened. Torres and his TO were on patrol in his neighbourhood. They had anticipated a quiet night but when a call came in about a female in distress, they were first on the scene. But it had been a trap. A false call intended to get Torres into the abandoned apartment alone so they could try and get information about the local CI’s from him. The group that had taken him had failed to take into account that when they had locked his partner outside without his weapon, having disarmed him and thrown him on his arse, that he would immediately phone it in and half to Chicago’s finest would appear on their doorstep within 10 minutes.

The plan was now to see if the group would offer a trade, Torres for the information they had requested - obviously the information would be fake but the group didn’t seem like the brightest sparks so they hoped by the time they figured it out, Torres would be long gone and they would be able to arrest all of them.

Jay and Kim were going to take the lead, complete the hand to hand trade, the files for Torres. Al and Adam would take the long guns to a nearby roof and try to get an eye on one of the offenders. Hailey and Kevin were going to be in the car running all known contacts of Dante to see if they knew who Jay and Kim would meet when they went through the door.

It was a good plan, thought Jay as he vested up and got into the car with Kim. He just hoped it would work. He needed the kid to be okay.

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Hailey hated being stuck in the car as Jay walked into the action. The group had demanded that all weapons be left behind so apart from the kevlar that was hidden under his jacket, he was walking in there empty handed. They had also demanded he bring them the files solo. So Kim was hidden behind the corner, gun in hand trained on the door. Olinsky and Adam also had guns trained on the situation. They had every angle covered that they could.

But as she furiously typed names and aliases into a computer, keeping an ear open for the radio and lifting her eyes to look at the building every opportunity she could. It still didn’t feel like enough. The hairs on the back of her neck were raised, goosebumps visible on her arms. It was quiet outside the car. It was too quiet and something felt off.

And as she heard Jay knock on the door through the radio, calling out to whoever was inside to open up, she heard the gunshot and her blood ran cold.

#upstead #hailey upton #jay halstead #chicago pd #upstead fic #one Chicago #hailey x jay #chicago pd fanfiction #upstead fanfiction #chicago pd fanfic #upstead fanfic #chicago pd fic

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bluebutlikenotalways · 9 months

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LADS! Today I come baring my greatest test of the English language! A fanfic!

But Cat, you suck at writing.

I sure do, Ace! BUT when I was in the 10th grade I got 70% on a descriptive essay, so I think I have some experience 😎 also I asked my friend souless and they said that I’d be interesting to see more of the story…

So it’s just a quick fic about Rightmin. The only think think could be a trigger is smoking? Oh, and my writing skills aren’t all that good XD

LET US BEGIN!

Out on the balcony of the “mighty” airship, the right hand man leans on the balcony alone. It’s nothing new. Anyone in their right mind knows not to get on his bad side, so why risk it by interrupting his smoke break.

It’s quiet. Peaceful, he reminds himself. A break from the constant noise of the clan. He brings the vape to his lips, taking in a deep sigh of Cinnamon Apple Crunch© before letting it out to fade into the graying sky.

There was darkness as far as the eye could see. It felt like…nothing.

Shwip. Right jumped as the door behind him opened. He’s not the jumpy type, but being so wrapped up in his own thoughts let it catch him off guard.

God damn it.

He straightened and shot one of his famous heart stopping death glares at whoever was unlucky enough to forget who’s perch this was.

Henry Stickmin raised an eyebrow at the daggers before throwing a nod back at Right and turning to the sky in front of them.

The redhead was left blinking at the side of Henry’s face. That was usually enough to make the scariest members running, but this new recruit..he didn’t even flinch?

Bewildered, Right lent his forearms back on the rail and tried to ignore how small the space suddenly felt with Henry standing only a few inches away from him.

Movement caught his attention. He watched Henry search his pockets out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled as the big guy furrowed his eyebrows with confusion at coming up empty handed.

“Forget something?”

“Yeah, I think I left my pack in my other jacket.” Henry sighed. “I should go grab it.”

Right was surprised at the little twinge in his chest. As embarrassed as he felt when Henry first got there, he was actually looking forward to a smoking buddy. Before he could stop himself he was holding out his JUUL. “I don’t mind sharing.” Henry’s eyebrows twitch, the corner of his mouth tilted down. Right’s stomach turned, but he’s no coward. “What? Scared to swap some spit with another man?”

Henry wrinkled his nose as Right dangled it closer. He shot the redhead a look that Right didn’t understand. Oh well. “Suit yourself.” Right said with a shrug

He started to pull it back to his mouth, but before he could Henry hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist. Right’ was trying to process his big that man’s hands were compared to his before Henry lent in and took a hit.

The grip on Right’s wrist let up, but didn’t disappear. The hand started to slowly drift its way up his arm, leaving a heating trail behind, to his neck before it grabbed a fistful of ginger hair on the back of his head.

Henry lent in letting the tips of their noses brush before tilting his head, hovering a whisper away. Right opened his mouth to say something but before he could Henry exhaled the apple flavored smoke into it.

Right was short circuiting, but he pushed through and breathed the smoke in. He inhaled in Henry’s breath, feeling it burn its way down his throat to his lungs. Was the burning from the nicotine or from that warmth in Henry's eyes.

He held his breath for as long as he could. He didn’t want to let Henry go. He wanted to keep that part of him within him for as long as possible. Ignore the burning. Keep the heat, just stay one. He couldn’t. As much as he wanted to be smothered in Henry, he needed to breathe.

Slowly Right let the smoke out through his nose. Henry watched it twirl like a dancer’s ribbon past that DUMB FUCKING MOUSTACHE and off into the starless night.

What just happened. His eyes refocused on Henry to find that the bigger man didn’t seem to have more of a clue.

For the first time that week Right let a grine split his face in half. “That was fucking gay.”

“I’m going inside.”

Thanks for coming, folks. Be sure to tune in for the thrilling, smutty sequel titled PUFF DADDY 😩

In conclusion. Get out of my house.

#right hand man #rhm #rightmin #Henry Stickmin #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #smoking tw #right would use a fucking E-Cig because he thinks it’s healthier than eating #Henry is more than happy to swap spit with Right #but he hates the taste of vape

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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*clears throat* ahem, hello, hi, it's me. i am here to ruin ur life — i mean request :) obey me fic feat. lucifer x reader, and the prompt is “if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god” (a lil blasphemy with your coffee, yk the vibes babey.) ily sora, xx fall in luv. do as u pls, u big brained beauty.

omg hdu OTL. I'm kidding, ilu. I have a lot hate relationship with Lucifer but you know this already. That tsundere ass ho testing my patience all day every day. In this little ficlet idea, Y/N and Lucifer's relationship still isn't establish (and will it ever??? who knows!!) and it is implied she had been giving Lucifer trouble (but like he deserves it imo so whatever) especially cause she gets up to shenanigans with Mammon. How dare his favorite betray him like this? Anyway!!!!! It's a cliffhanger and you know don't hate me. I know. I'm always teasing. Call me Edgelord-sama or whatever. Also I don't have a Lucifer banner yet so I can't make it pretty. Next time!

A Fire to Smother; A Fire to Own

LUCIFER X FEM READER | SFW WORD COUNT: 1.2k words of Lucifer doing the most WARNING CONTENTS: choking, mention of corporal punishment, Mammon be hanging from his ankles again nothing new SUMMARY: Y/N has somehow set fire to the House of Lamentation and we don't know why but Lucifer doesn't care. He is tired and Y/N gets under his skin, so he wants to make sure she learns her lesson for next time.

Fire in your veins, fire in your eyes.

He could see it from where he stood, ass laying on the edge of the desk, gloves hands leisurely pressed against mahogany wood. He had seen that look in your eyes before, the epitome of defiance, the color of dark dreams meant to be kept a secret. You were a constant itch on the crook of his palms he found no relief for; the strange tickling behind his neck that a fresh new haircut could not solve, the annoying stitch inside a sock, digging, digging and digging into his skin.

You were the one splinter under his thumb, reminding him daily of his weaknesses.

“I don’t care what your excuse is,” he says with a raised brow. You have tried talking your way out of the punishment repeatedly since you stepped foot into his all of–he glances at the watch on his wrist–seventeen minutes ago. His dark ruby eyes find your brown eyes. “I asked you to stay out of trouble and yet here…you…are”

The fire had grown bigger before he knew it. It was enough to make the corner of his mouth twitch.

“Like I said–” you start but Lucifer raises a hand, and begins speaking over you for the third time. “If you interrupt me one more time!” you yell, balling your hands into fists. “So help me God!”

The words are out of your mouth before you can think of the implications. Your jaw hangs open as you stare at Lucifer's face. You watch the way it bleeds off emotion until it is pale and empty. The stillness of his movements fills you with dread.

“I’m sorry,” he starts, deadly quiet. He pushes away from the desk. As he steps towards you step back, but he is precise, and never makes a mistake. He reaches over you to push the door behind you shut. You try to gather your thoughts. They’re racing against each other, crashing and colliding. You wonder what kind of excuse Mammon would give now. Anything witty? Anything would work. Your heart is rattling against your rib cage, its reluctant prison. His breath is hot and humid against your ear when he speaks next: “Did you just use my Father’s name in vain?”

You blink rapidly, neurons misfiring. You think, if you don’t die now of brain damage, you will die regardless in this very office. You might as well go down kicking and screaming.

“Well, from my understanding,” you mumble, your fingers clutching the fabric of your skirt, in your attempt to ignore the way Lucifer’s nose is buried in a spot behind your ear; sniffing. “You’re not on good terms anyway. Isn’t that why you’re here?”

The sound that comes from his mouth–the one that sends a chill down your spine–is a hiss that transforms into a low growl; primal, and devoid of most of its humanity.

“You haven’t learned anything,” he says against the shell of your ear. His hand slips over your chest, and you curse the way your body reacts, the way your nipples feel erect under your clothes. His fingers reach your neck, and he tightens them around it. You gasp in an attempt to keep air in your lungs. “Perhaps that is my fault. I haven’t taught you well enough.”

He shifts his attention from your ear, and you breathe in relief, a bit too soon. His face hovers over yours, mouths millimeters apart. You swallow, saliva feeling oddly thick. His gaze is both murderous and lustful. It terrifies you, or it should, but your legs press tightly together in an attempt to stave off the lewd sense of anticipation. He bumps a knee against your legs, and pushes. You try to keep him out, but he outpowers you. His thigh slips in between yours and you see a smirk stretch his lips.

“You are the worst,” you tell him, pressing your thighs tightly together to keep him from moving his leg. He tests your resolve by trying to move his leg. You know he’s barely using any strength. Lucifer could snap you into pieces if he really wanted to. You take his choice to not fight back as a minor show of respect to you; the most basic of basic courtesies.

He hums in contentment, stroking your pulse with his thumb. You scowl, thinking it would be just like him to take a critique against his person as a genuine compliment.

“What should we do about your punishment? You could join Mammon and hang by your ankles from the ceiling,” he pauses to consider this. Lucifer backs away, taking his thigh with him. You sigh in relief and immediately tighten your legs closed. He looks you up and down, and allows his eyes to linger on the hem of your dress. “No, I think that would get in the way of Mammon’s punishment.” You accompanying him would teach Mammon nothing. “I suppose there are other ways,” he removes his hand from your throat and brings it with his other to his tie.

You rub your neck uncomfortable as he loosens his tie.

“Use of corporal punishment on a human like you would be…” Beneath him, he thinks, and Diavolo would definitely have big thoughts about it. Once again, you were more trouble than you were worth. “Distasteful,” he opts to say and tilts his head instead, tie undone. “So, I will give you two options.”

You try to appear dignified by pushing your shoulders back and sticking your chest out. Once again, your nose is in the air, chin sticking out. Lucifer’s eyes narrow. There went that look in your eyes, the defiance that made his stomach churn.

“You can work and pay off all the damages done to the House of Lamentation, including replacing all the kitchen appliances burned down in the fire, the flooring of the corridor and the hall, the tapestries, the–” You raise a hand, holding back the urge to tell him to go to hell. You still weren’t convinced if Devildom was hell after all or a form of it. “Why are you interrupting me? You don’t value your life at all.”

You swallow, and choose to speak anyway: “And if I don’t want to pay?”

Lucifer blinks, and you feel as if it takes forever for his lashes to flutter back up. The red in his orbs makes you believe you hear blood, rushing and gushing past your ears.

“Then you can be my slave,” he says and frowns. His nose crinkles and he immediately corrects himself: “My personal assistant. For the next month should suffice.” He finishes in a cordial tone, his gloved hands slipping into the pockets of his slacks. His mouth is stretched in a languid smile, one you had never seen before. It makes you break out in a cold sweat. Still, you hold out your hand and silently ask Mammon to forgive you.

“Deal,” you say. “I guess I’m yours for the next month.” You wanted to threaten him. You wanted to lay down boundaries but something told you even if you did he would find a way to twist them however he pleased. His gloved hand is cold in yours; unfeeling and devoid of sympathy.

“Interesting choice of words,” he tells you with a dangerous glint in his ruby eyes. “You should be careful what you say, human. I’m still a demon after all.”

#fic request #lucifer x y/n #lucifer x you #lucifer x reader #lucifer x female reader #obey me lucifer #obey me fanfiction #obey me fic #obey me x reader

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bloodgulchblog · 2 years

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Still very slowly making my way through Hunters in the Dark again.

Just... y’all....

Usze ‘Taham found Olympia Vale to be one of the more interesting humans that he had ever encountered.

At one point, she told him about a very important thing that had happened to her when she was a child. When she was eleven years old, by human reckoning, her parents “divorced,” a concept completely foreign in Sangheili culture, and one that needed to be explained in detail to Usze. Her mother, who was rising in the ranks of Navy signal intelligence (another foreign concept), had been promoted to captain and was on her way to her reassignment on Earth. But their trip home had gone terribly awry when the slipspace drive had failed, and a journey that should have taken six days instead became six months. The ship’s crew had consisted of three people plus little Olympia, and they had gone nearly insane with her incessant questions. Eventually she was shunted aside and left on her own. To occupy her time, she had taught herself the Sangheili language by listening to recordings and comparing them to AI translations, some of which she eventually proved were wrong. Evidently, this was a remarkable thing for any human to do, no less one so young.

That had been the beginning of her obsession with the Sangheili race.

If that wasn’t enough to find her interesting, nothing was.

The Huragok was deep in another section of the artifact, one that, to be honest, seemed almost indistinguishable from any of the others, so far as Usze was concerned. He did notice that there were far fewer glyphs lining the walls here, that much was certain. There was also more twisted, ancient circuitry in this place. When he had originally come down there hours earlier, the circuits had seemed dead. But now streams of light were slowly pulsing through them.

Usze took a moment to glance at the Huragok. Its tentacles were continuing in an endless series of movements that made sense only to the mostly silent creature. Truth be told, Usze had an aversion to the Huragok. He didn’t understand how they worked or functioned or viewed the world around them—all they did was repair, and he couldn’t imagine being that singly focused on any activity. But he decided not to concern himself about it. As long as the Engineer was continuing to do its assigned task, why should a Sangheili worry about it?

Vale was seated on the floor, going over notes that she had made on her datapad.

“That must have been quite some trove of language you translated when you were a child, to be so knowledgeable,” he said to her.

She shrugged. “I have no idea how much. Thousands upon thousands of words, I suppose.”

“That is quite exceptional.”

“Perhaps,” she said, and then gave him a peculiar look. “Why don’t you sit down? I’ve never seen you sit.”

“There is no purpose to sitting,” said Usze. “All it does is contribute to a lack of preparedness should any difficulty present itself.”

“You mean you’re anticipating that you may have to be in a fight at any time and you want to be ready for it?” “Always.” He noticed she was making some sort of human sound. “What is that noise you’re making?”

“It’s called ‘chuckling.’ ”

“Is that a variation on human laughter?”

“It is, yes.” Usze’s mandibles winced momentarily in an expression of disgust.

Vale was able somehow to discern that. “Not much for laughing, are you?”

“Human laughter is ridiculous,” he replied. “The expression that humans have when they laugh makes them seem frightened or threatened.”

“To you, maybe. Not to us. However, if you prefer, I will do my very best to smother any tendency to laugh.”

“That would be appreciated.”

Y’all.........

At that moment, a vast blue beam blasted down from the Retriever. The instant it struck the ground, the earth began to tremble. Vale bolted in the opposite direction, with Usze and the Huragok right behind her.

What struck her most of all was how silent it was. She heard some sort of grinding at the point where the beam was hitting the ground, but the beam itself was making no noise at all. She supposed it made sense, if its energy was genuinely gravitic.

Then, to her shock, she saw the ground starting to swirl upward, as if a tornado was being created on the spot. Pure energy ripped through everywhere it struck, chunks of the planet’s surface caught in the grip of the gravity beams and hauled into the underbelly of the Retriever.

She only realized that she’d stopped running to gawk at what was happening when she was abruptly hauled off her feet. Vale let out a startled shriek as the Sangheili scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder as he ran past. “We cannot remain here!” he said.

“Put me down!”

“As soon as we are out of danger.” Vale had to admit that, despite her terror, Usze’s actions were all rather impressive. He didn’t run so much as fly across the ground, his legs moving so quickly that they were a blur to Vale. Part of her hated the concept of surrendering her ability to move thanks to a Sangheili who was carting her like a duffle bag . . . but damn, was he fast.

#halo: hunters in the dark #usze taham #olympia vale

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redheadjustin · 2 years

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the ginger Cullen Chapter 3

Previously

“Justin, can you tell me you were at the Cullen’s house yesterday?” I tilted my head as I didn’t understand why Jacob would want to know. “I started school yesterday and they were the only ones who’d talk to me and they invited me to have dinner with them. I’m sorry but why is it important? They’re my friends.” The ‘the only friends I’ve had in a while’ was left unsaid. The three wolfolves shared a look and I could feel my heart breaking even though no one had said anything.

“Justin, did they seem hungry around you? Or, did they make any movement towards your neck?” I shook my head. “They said they had a special diet that made them only eat a little bit. And the only one who came near my neck was Bella.” I could see all three of them breathe a sigh of relief for some reason. Jacob patted my hand. “I know that next week is spring break but afterwards I’ll be taking you to and from school. And, you won't be going back to the cullens house without one of the pack being with you.” The way Jacob said it left no room for argument. “Why?” I asked and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t keep the hurt out of my voice.

“Because they’re vampires.”

Justin POV Monday after spring break.

I honestly was a bit pissed that I was on Jacob’s motorcycle instead of driving my Mustang. I Love Jacob. I think I love him more than I love myself. But, he was overprotective. I was honestly starting to feel smothered. I wanted to drive to school In my Mustang listening to Cher. But, It wasn’t all bad. Spring break was…interesting. I met the rest of the pack and I loved them all. I found myself becoming a big brother to seth. I respected Leah but she keept harping on sam and Emily when I invited the pack over for dinner. Just thinking about that night…

The Friday after the imprint

I Stood in my bathroom just having gotten out of the bathroom and I was shaving what stubble I had. I wanted to present a nice clean image for the pack. I smiled as I felt Jacob’s arms wrap around my waist. “You don’t need to shave Jus.” I smiled at the nickname that had quickly become mine. We’d spent every moment Jacob wasn’t on patrol together and though we’d only met a week ago it felt like we had known each other since birth. I had also decided that I’d tell him about my past tonight. I’d managed to keep it hidden even though Imprints were supposed to know everything about each other. “Jake, you know I want to show the pack a clean version of myself.” I said as I grabbed the aftershave. “You don’t need to Jus. They’ll love you no matter what. Espillicey since you're their alpha’s imprint.” I rolled my eyes. I Had met Paul and Sam already but it wasn’t just the pack but imprint’s too. “Jake, I need to tell you about something.”I said as I flipped around in his arms so I was facing him. I needed to look him in the eyes when I made him leave me. I sight at his nod of acknowledgement, It was now or never. “You know I recently moved from Seattle but, what you don’t know is Why.” I said as he cupped my cheek. “You know that I was born in California. My dad was a marine and was one of the best. When I was three months old he got orders to move to Virginia. I Loved Virginia. The forest, the beach, the snow and of course the people. When the war in Iraq started my dad got orders to be stationed in Seattle. My dad got deployed five times and I was diagnosed with autism all in a year.” I took a breath. Jacob already knew this. I felt bad. He told me his past and kept nothing from me. But, I kept probably the biggest part of myself a secret. I sighed and prepared myself. “What you don’t know is that when I was ten my dad died saving an eighteen year old kid who had just enlisted. I…my mom Lost the love of her life but she was proud of how my dad died. She took pride in the fact my dad died so an eighteen year old boy could fall in love and die at a ripe old age. I, on the other hand, was angry at my dad. He told me he would come back. He promised me. I…kinda spiraled after that. It wasn’t till my thirteenth birthday that I had a breakdown. I told my mom everything. She understood but was upset I never told her. She got me some help. I was put on anti-depressants and anxiety meds. Things got better. It would never be like it was before dad died but I accepted that and lived my life. I was fifthteen when my mom got diagnosed with cancer…” I could feel Jacob’s arms tighten around me. I wanted to stop. But, he needed the whole truth. I sighed as Jacob used his Thumbs to wipe the tears that had decided to make themselves known. “...She declined quickly. I was visiting her in the hospital on my sixteenth birthday. One second she was smiling and telling me about the stuff I was too young to remember and the next…” I don’t know how I managed it but I kept the sobs back. “The next she was coughing up blood and she was rushed to surgery. I sat in the waiting room for four hours. I was still covered in the blood that had gotten on my shirt. When the doctor came out I knew. I knew she didn’t make It. I went back to her room to grab my car keys and my backpack. I wanted to get home before I had to be talked to about who would take care of me. I found the birthday gift she was going to give me.” I pointed to the Signed Cher CD that was framed and sat on my nightstand. “But, that’s not why I’m here. I was sent to go live with my Godmother. She and her husband lived In seattle. Everything was fine at first. Then, Uncle Nick started drinking. He started to beat me. He made me wear long sleeves or undershirts. Aunt Holly knew and tried to protect me but he just started beating her too. He got some help and he was doing great until his dad died. It got worse than before. One night I was sure I was going to die. He cracked my skull, broke my ribs, nearly ripped my arm out and dislocated both my knees. Aunt Holly finally had enough and called 911. He beat her to death in front of me. I spent three months in the hospital in Seattle in a coma. When I came to They told me that I’d been emancipated. So I found the quietest town I could. I didn’t know there were vampires and werewolves here. I’m sorry Jacob.” I finished softly. “Whatever for, angel?” Jacob asked me. “You’ll probably leave now you know I'm broken.” I said with heartbreak evident in my voice. “Justin, It’s because of that I’ll never leave you. You need the love you’ve missed out on. And you DO deserve love Justin.” Jacob said, pulling me into the tightest hug ever. I smiled at him and resumed my shaving despite Jacob’s teasing. I dressed in a red button down shirt with black jeans and my Air Jordan 20’s. I was smiling like an idiot seeing Jacob dress into a black button down and red jeans and his vans. Jacob would never admit to it but I knew he dressed slowly for me. I would never know what I did to deserve him. Twenty minutes later saw the pack sitting down to eat. The table contained a variety of food from Eggrolls to clam strips and garlic bread. All cooked by me. I smiled as I looked around the table thinking about the reactions of the pack and the imprints. Sam and Paul both hugged me and ruffled my hair when I greeted them at the door. Emily was an absolute angel. She hugged me and hoped that she’d be able to cook with me. I felt an older sister bond with her the second I met her. Embry was a jokester but He had this air of seriousness that radiated off of him that made me want to hug him. Jacob told me that Embry could be His or Sam’s or even Quill’s half brother. I Felt bad for the boy. To have the possibility of being the half brother of two alphas and another member of the pack must have hurt the boy’s self worth. Quil Ateara V was a sweet boy who’d been one of Jacob’s friends before they shifted. I couldn't help but smile at his personality. I let him know where my secret stash of candy was just for him. Jared Cameron, Was a very sweet kid. But, very protective of his family. I couldn’t blame him. Once he and I talked a bit he warmed up to me and I was very happy he did. I didn’t know why but Seth Clearwater had already taken a place in my heart as a little brother or a son. I wasn’t quite sure. He was childish, yes, but he was sweeter than pie and one of the only wolves that didn’t seem jaded. It was hard to believe someone like Seth could be related to Leah- “So Jacob? Why are you with the white fag?” Ah, Leah Clearwater, the only female shifter in history. She was also a complete bitch. I knew why she was bitter. She was in a relationship with Sam until he imprinted on emily. I understood why she was bitter but, for God’s sake it doesn’t mean no one else shouldn’t Be happy! I was tempted to let Jacob, Sam, Paul, Quill- well basically the entire pack leap at her and just sip my soda. But, I Held my hand up and let Jacob handle it. I smirked as Jacob made her patrol the entire reserve on her own.

I was brought out of my memories as Jacob’s bike pulled in front of the school. I smiled at Jacob as I collected my messenger bag. I placed a kiss on My wolf’s forehead and I walked into the school trying to figure out how to tell the Cullens that I knew about their secret. I Waited till lunch. I took my spot in between Emmet and Edward. I Smiled and greeted everyone. I decided to just get it over with and tell them.

“I know your secret.” I whispered as I wasn’t worried about them not hearing me. They would be able to hear me if I sneezed in the basement. I saw the entire table tense and for a brief second I felt bad. They had been alive for centuries and every time someone found out about their secret they had to move. “I know you guys are vampires.” I said softly. “How?” Emmet asked me, concerned that he’d lose me. “He Imprinted on Jacob Black.” Edward said and by God, I thought my heart had stopped beating. Ignoring Bella’s glare, I gathered up my courage. “I can read minds.” He said with a look on his face that told me he couldn’t control it. I sent him a smile to show I was okay with it. I showed him my entire spring break. “As long as you’re happy you and your mate will be welcomed into our home.” Edward spoke with a pointed look at Rosile. I smiled at that. I wish I knew what would happen next.

A month later during the last week of April, I smiled as I woke up In Jacob’s arms. I was in Jacob’s house. He thought I’d think it was awful because I basically lived In a mansion. I told him that even If he lived in a cave that if it was home I would love it. I started to spend my weekends over with Jacob or at the pack house. I still visited the Cullens. I told them about my past and surprisingly, it was Rosile that helped me the most. She told me her past and I felt my connection with her grow. I felt my smile grow as Jacob kissed my forehead. “Good morning my love.” Who knew an alpha could be such a sweet talker.

I couldn't help but smile at the memories of the pack and the Cullens bonding. Seth and Emmet were inseparable and you could always find the two playing video games. If it weren’t for Seth needing food and sleep I'm sure he would have played with Emmet for twenty four hours straight. Sam and Carlisle had formed a father and son bond and I felt happy for the wolf. I knew his dad ran out of him when he was young and I knew there was a chance Embry was his little half brother and I hoped Sam would help Embry. Speaking of, Embry had become friends with Jasper. It was wired on the surface but to me It looked like a perfect match. They both had a heaviness that stemmed from their past. I could see Embry stick to Jasper as a lifeline and It took me a while to figure out that Embry used Jasper to help his emotions and I did not blame him one single bit. If I was the sapuosed bastard son of three tribe elders I would use Jasper as Embry had. Quill had become Alice and Roslie’s latest dress up victim. But, surprisingly Quil Didn’t mind. He was pleased to Let Alice dress him to her heart’s content. Esme had befriended Emily and It was a sight to see. No one messed with Emily before but with Esme as back up? It was as if you would defy nature itself by going up against those two. Jacob and Edward had come to an understanding and became brothers for a lack of a better term. I guess with the Bella issue settled they had nothing to fight over and It was funny seeing Edward, the hundred year old vampire who could read minds, treating Jacob, the alpha wolf and the only thing that could kill vampires and my mate, Like a puppy.

But, of course we aren't the only ones who found someone in the pack to bond with. Leah and Bella became friends to everyone’s surprise. But, as long as Bella wasn’t glaring at me I could care less. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours my love?” I pulled myself out of my memories and met the warm, brown eyes of my mate. MY Jacob. “Just thinking about how the Cullens and the pack are getting along.” I said, trying to contain my smile at Jacob running his hand through my ginger locks. “Yeah, we’ve come a long way. And, It’s ALL thanks to you, my ginger prince.” I couldn't Keep my smile back anymore. I opened my mouth to reply when My phone chimed with a text. It was edward. “It’s Edward. He wants the entire pack at the hose ASAP.” I said with a sigh. There goes my peaceful Saturday.

I sat in the Cullens living room some thirty minutes later. I smiled at Roslie who had gone to the Starbucks and gotten coffee for the non-immortals of those who had been gathered. I smiled as I was handed my iced caramel frappuccino. I thanked Rose and tried to pay her back but she simply stated that she and her family were richer than Bill gates and I quickly put my wallet back. Noticed a tension among the Cullens. Something was wrong and I could feel it. It was hard to not notice Carlisle, Edward and Bella missing. Edward came down the stairs and I smiled at him. He was like a friend, a grandfather and father rolled up into one. My smile quickly died on my lips as I saw the murderous look on his face. I couldn’t stop myself from gasping at the pure tetrad in Edward’s eyes. Esme being the mother she immediately rushed to sit down next to me.

“I’m sorry I scared you Justin.” Edward said, softly but his voice still held anger and I felt pity for the fool who pissed the oldest of the Cullen kids. “I’m sorry to call all of you here this early in the morning on the weekend but something has happened that has threatened Justin’s safety.” I didn’t even shiver at the pack’s growls. By this point it touched me that they would protect me. “You may have noticed Carlisle and Bella are not among us. That is because Carlisle is with Bella in his office yelling at her.” It was a shock to hear that Carlsile was yelling at anyone let alone Bella. “Justin, Before I continue I’d like to apologize for my girlfriend’s behavior.” At this point I was confused as Hell. “What behavior?” I asked, confused.

“Justin, there is no easy way to tell you this but Bella outed you as Bisexaul and your abuse.” I didn’t listen to who said it. All I could feel was my heart shattering. I fought for so long to keep those two things a secret. And to have someone that knew every, Single, detail, betray me like that? I felt rage and sadness to an extreme degree. “That’s not all though.” I looked up to see Edward kneeled in front of me. Jacob was being restrained by Emmett. “She took one of your sweatshirts and left it for Victoria to find.” I felt the entire pack’s rage. I felt pissed. I felt trapped. I was on my feet before I could register what I was doing. Before I could think about what I was doing I was running out the back patio and through the woods. I didn’t hear the pack shouting for me. I didn’t hear Jacob shouting for me. I just ran. I only stopped when I came to a clearing.

I was breathing hard at this point. I could feel tears running down my cheeks. I let a primal scream into the air. I could feel myself getting hot. It was as if someone was taking a jackhammer to my bones. I tried to stop it. I tried to figure out what’s going on. I did the only thing I could. “JACOB- AWOOOOO!!!” Before I could realize what happened I was staring at red paws. I could feel fur all around my body. I could even feel a- It can't be…yep. I have a tail. I could hear Jacob and the rest of the pack yelling for me as I shifted back. I don’t know how I knew how to do it but I did. Before I could single them. I Felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I turned around thinking It was one of the Cullens but when I turned around, I didn’t see a warm smile and amber eyes. I saw an evil smile and red eyes. They were attached to a woman with red hair. I don’t know why but I felt a fear that I haven’t felt since my uncle died. There was only one person that could raise that kind of fear in me.

And that’s when I realize how fucked I was. It was Victoria.

#twilight #twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilight x male oc #jacob black #jacob black x self insert

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Hidden Ink #12: Wilted Flowers

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Tropes and CWs: Hunter caretaker, language barrier, emotional whump, dwelling on death, swearing.

Mika awoke from a cool night to a cool morning, the first signs of an impending autumn. He rolled over, trying to bury himself against the draught from the window, and found himself almost nose-to-nose with Ari. So he hadn’t slipped away in the night. Ari mumbled at the movement, then started shivering as wakefulness seeped in.

“Morning,” Mika said through a yawn, then promptly fell asleep again.

When he woke properly the chill was gone, and so was Ari. Mika heard the crackling of a flame somewhere towards the hearth. He sat up, still wrapped in blankets, and saw Ari attempting to stoke the fire. The darkness on the bottom of his trouser legs, and the small wet footprints leading from the door, indicated a recent foray outside. Mika looked out of the window and couldn’t tell if that wetness was from drizzle or simply dew. The draught carried a slight dampness.

“I think you’ve stacked it a bit high there,” he said, as logs threatened to tumble out of the grate. The fire struggled to lick up the pile. “You don’t want to smother it. Here, let me help…”

“Sorry,” Ari said, sounding subdued.

“No, you’ve done good.” Mika tried to look appreciative. “Thank you.”

“Mourasta?” Ari offered Mika a bowl of berries.

“Oh,” Mika said, and for a moment he didn’t know what to say. “You got me breakfast?”

Ari offered up another bowl, which Mika hadn’t noticed. It was filled with various greenery, and smelled of garlic. The dampness on the leaves indicated fresh pickings. “Help, ah… food?” He smiled nervously.

“Ari…” Mika gently took the bowl and placed it on the table. “I know you’re sorry for last night. But you don’t have to limp around on that bad leg trying to make amends.”

Ari’s face fell. “No help?” he checked.

“Listen, why don’t we share this? I’ll need to go out and check the traps soon.”

But Ari’s newfound clinginess did not lend itself to hunting. Mika put his boots on, and Ari was at his elbow; when he opened the door, Ari moved to follow. “Ari, go back. You’re not well enough to help me.”

Ari said something, looking stricken. Mika sighed, thinking of the daylight they’d already lost. The nights had been creeping in recently, stealing away the sun. “All right. Maybe we can pick some flowers?”

Ari cocked his head, looking puzzled. The lost little frown only deepened when Mika took him to the eastern hill, where wildflowers blanketed a verdant undergrowth. A suspicious dart of the eyes asked if Mika was making fun of him. Mika sighed; all this newfound sentimentality was going to hamper them both come winter. “I’m not messing with you. I’m just trying to… shit, I don’t even know.” He sat on a tree root, resisting the urge to bury his face in his hands. “This is all upside-down. I’ve promised you things I don’t even know I can deliver. That bit of the forest you came from… I don’t… I don’t know it. All I know is…”

What the hell was he even trying to say? He stopped, trying to gather himself. “I’m sorry, Ari. I’m sorry it had to be me.”

Ari sat down beside him. Mika didn’t miss the grimace that crossed his face when he moved his leg. “I’m sorry I can’t understand you. And that you still don’t really trust me. And…”

A handful of forest campion pushed into his hand. Mika stared down at the dark pink flowers; then at Ari’s earnest yet still puzzled expression. He pulled himself together enough to stand. “Look at me moping like an idiot… Come with me. I’ll show you why I wanted these in the first place.”

Ari followed him down the hill, using the trees for support. Mika was put in mind of a prey animal, hiding its pain to make it seem less vulnerable. Of course that would describe Ari—cautious, guarded, freezing up or lashing out desperately when cornered. What had happened to this kid? He even flinched when Mika tried to help him, before calming down enough to settle into the touch.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” Ari’s voice came out small and tense, like he was biting back other sounds.

At the foot of the hill came a track, a natural deer-route that Mika had beaten back for human passage. They didn’t have to go far before the path swung to avoid the upwards jut of a mossy crag. Normally Mika scrambled the crag, but thought of Ari’s leg diverted him around the side. “There’s still a little bit of a climb.”

The crag led to a grassy area bounded by rocks on three sides. Away from the usual wildlife trails, it formed its own separate world; a trickle of a stream emerged from underground, and the leaves here were already turning gold. Mika had always felt peaceful coming here, but this time his jitters were not soothed. “I guess I should make introductions, huh? That’s my dad”—he pointed at the wooden stake he’d planted in the ground just a few years before—“and my mum’s just over there.”

“Oh.” Ari’s frown disappeared. “Mika…”

Mika gestured uselessly at the rotting flowers at the markers. “I do my best to visit them. Obviously, it’s been a little while.”

All he had was the forest campion Ari had picked. He divided it into two small bunches and laid each on top of the older offerings. He could feel Ari’s gaze on his back—pitying, maybe? It prickled, guessing what was running through Ari’s head. He wondered if he should have just kept it to himself.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” he found himself saying. “Calm, you know? When my father… well, I thought he’d want to be near her. I didn’t actually know her,” he added, keen to tell the truth. “Giving birth out here, it’s dangerous. My father never blamed me. Or I don’t think so. He said she’d… it’s what she’d have wanted.”

Why couldn’t he just shut up? He was spoiling the tranquillity, his loud mouth scaring away the birds that had been singing for his parents.

“Dad went out north. Hunting, he said, but he didn’t come back with anything. Just sickness. Proper fever, you know? Seeing things that weren’t there, talking to my mum. He couldn’t even move towards the end, like it slowly paralysed him. Maybe he suffocated. I don’t know, I don’t really want to speculate… anyway, they’re together again and that’s kind of what matters. I’m sure they’d have loved to meet you. It’s not like we ever got visitors. Obviously, it was just me and Dad, since Mum was already here… It’s nice, isn’t it?” Fuck, he’d already said that. “I’ll have to leave them for a bit if I’m taking you to Dakrii. I hope they don’t… don’t mind too much…”

A small hand slipped into his. He felt more of that uncomfortably prickling look, and turned his face away. “He wouldn’t have minded,” he mumbled. “About the maps, I mean. Not if they were helping somebody. It was me that just… I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m really… really…”

He was on the ground without even realising it. A few amber leaves, lost early, crunched under his knees. Couldn’t even stand tall for his own parents. He realised he was gripping Ari’s hand with iron fingers, but they refused to loosen. And he’d just dragged Ari down into the dirt with him. Probably an uncomfortably accurate metaphor, given everything. It wasn’t as though he’d be able to see Ari safely to Dakrii, was it? Didn’t know where Dakrii was. Hadn’t even heard of it until this strange little thing had shown up and started talking about it. Didn’t know how to help, how to keep promises, how to…

A pair of arms wrapped tightly around his chest. Not his own. He was still getting used to that. Ari’s head nudged his shoulder, pressing in. “Okay,” he said into Mika’s shirt. “Okay.”

“Haven’t done… the snares yet.” They needed fresh meat. Needed a lot of things. Mika tried to pull away and found himself restrained. “Ari…”

Shit, his voice sounded so thick. He scrubbed at his eyes as best he could with Ari against him. Didn’t need the weakness when there was work to be done. “Let’s go.”

The physical contact stayed with him the whole way back. Even when he carried Ari up the hill it felt as though Mika were receiving the favour, and not the other way around.

Part 13

Taglist: @heart4brains @mechanical-caracal @the-blind-one-speaks @thegreatwhodini @wolfeyedwitch

#whump #whump writing #caretaker pov #emotional whump #plot is on its way i promise #it's just taking its time #hidden ink #original post

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The Forgotten Tower [CHAPTER 16]

ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴀꜱᴛ

TW: Gore

That was all he could think of now. He began to pull out her organs aggressively as he continuously tore her flesh, sometimes creating a disgusting tearing noise like paper, even though she was dead anyways, it would count, right?…

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As the king continued to hastily eat the remains of his already deceased, beloved wife, crimson red blood smothered over his hands, before the door suddenly opened with a creak. One of the king’s servants had walked into the room accidentally, slightly lost throughout the palace rooms. The servant gasped in shock and fear as he saw his own king turn around with a cold stare. “Your majesty! I did not mean to intrude at such a time like th-“ The servant panicked, before being interrupted so suddenly.

“Do NOT tell anyone that you saw this.” The King of Utopia commanded. The servant’s face was full of concern and pure fear as they both stood there, eyes interlocked in an uncomfortable silence. It took a few moments, before the king sighed and as he was about to make the slightest of movement, the servant panicked immediately. “Yes, your majesty! I will keep my word!” The servant replied, sweating nervously as he stepped backwards, his hand grasped onto the door knob.

“Good. Now leave at once.” The King of Utopia instantly commanded.

“I must prepare you, Ophelia.” Helene said, sadly before handing Ophelia a sword as they both walked down through the vibrant forest, the sun blazing bright, and the crystal clear river flowing nearby. “Prepare me? For what?” Ophelia asked, curiously. There was no answer from Helene as they continued to walk down the cracked, stone pathway.

There was silence for a while, before Ophelia exhaled nervously and asked, “There were other people in the tower. Why were they there as well?” Ophelia mumbled. Helene stared at Ophelia, examining her bloodshot eyes from crying over the loss over Ophelia’s dearest friend, and the worn bandage around her arm which had been given by Dahlia. “After the word from your father was spread, as he had viciously accused me of being a witch, people knew about me, they had given me horrible looks, and comments that had truly offended me, even threats, if you wanted to know. A few of those you met, trapped in the tower had cruel parents who had said and done such vile action to me. I had to take their beloved child away, to teach them a mere lesson, however, that didn’t end well..” Helene responded. “I regret it, I really do.” She sighed. Ophelia listened in sorrow as she pondered to herself. Is her so called aunt really a kind person at heart? Or was she a vicious witch, both inside and out?

The terrified servant ran, he ran faster than he ever could up the spiral stairs. Clattering sounds of his footsteps as he ran in fear and panic. “HELP! Someone! The king has gone mad!!” The servant cried in fear. The other servants doing their designated jobs paused for a moment as they turned around, extremely calm. “What troubles you at such a time like this? Repent at once, you do not challenge our king!” One of the servants yelled at the other.

“You don’t understand… he was eating our Queen’s deceased body! With his HANDS, I tell you, his BARE HANDS!” The servant cried, cowering in fear. A mix of angered, confused and concerned muttering filled the atmosphere. All of the chattering fell silent immediately as they heard footsteps, leading to a horrific sight they thought they would never see. The king stood there, a furious expression on his face, and blood smeared all over his face, as well as his fists, almost like it was painted a bright crimson red, dripping with blood. He looked a lot more terrifying, as his eyes were darkened, an emotionless expression reflecting in his eyes.

Some of the servants gasped in shock, some screamed in fear, and one of the servants even fainted at the horrific sight of it. There was just silence.

“You liar, you betray me, your own KING?!” The King of Utopia yelled, furious. “I demand him to be boiled to death, sliced and cut into pieces, and SERVED at tonight’s feast.” He scowled at the servants, demanding them to follow his orders. In fear, they silently nodded and agreed, exchanging worried glares, and sympathetic looks as a few servants grasped onto the other servant’s arms. “…no.. NO.. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LET ME GO!!” The servant screamed in fear, pleading for the King’s mercy. It was too late.

“This flower is beautiful.” Ophelia smiled, admiring the pale purple flower’s beauty. It had felt so long since Ophelia had admired the nature around her, as she had only been exposed to the cold and dark stone walls of the tower. “Yes, that flower is known as a Dahlia.” Helene responded. Ophelia’s smiled immediately faded, her eyes beginning to water at the thought of her best friend, Dahlia, who was dead. “Oh… I’m sorry about that.” Helene immediately realised, before apologising awkwardly. There was an uncomfortable silence after that, only for a few seconds before Helene asked Ophelia a question.

“Would you like to see her?”

The palace doors opened once again, to reveal the Orilon family. “Ah, greetings, your majesty. We have returned from our journey around the village.” Queen Orilon smiled comfortingly. “We thank you all for such kindness, and support.” The King replied, slightly exhausted and slouched, for some odd reason…

“We have prepared a feast tonight, come and join me in the ballroom, would you?” The King smiled, gesturing the guests to the ballroom where the table was set, and the servants waited patiently, yet nervously.

As the guests entered the ballroom, they were welcomed with the most peculiar scent. They weren’t quite sure what is was, but we’re enticed to eat food after a long day. The royal chefs strolled over to the long oak table, before placing silver and steel platters and dishes of delicious food. Which of all, the main centrepiece of the dish, proudly beaming on a large silver dish on the table.

“meat.”

It took two men to cut the meat open with a tall, yet blunt knife, to reveal a rare, rose coloured inside. As it was served onto the delighted guests plates, they inspected the meat for a moment before attempting to eat it.

It tasted strong, yet a bitter taste, as well as difficult to eat as there was so much served on their plates. The king, however, gladly ate the meat within a few minutes with ease, as he even requested for more.

“This tastes quite interesting. What meat is this, if I may ask?” Prince Sebastian of Orilon asked curiously.

“This is a very special kind of meat, prepared by the most skilled chefs, with the help of some of my…servants.. as well.” The King replied gleefully as he continued eating.

The servant screamed in fear, his words becoming difficult to comprehend, his limbs flailing helplessly as he was dragged by maiming mournful servants towards the kitchen. The chefs, who had also been told of this order, also stared sympathetically. The chef had pulled out a sharp butchering knife towards the servant, quietly and cautiously.

“Now.. where is my knife?” The chef “pondered” out loud for a bit, the sharp knife grasped hand, only just waiting for the right moment. The servant simply said nothing, as he exhaled in relief, thinking that his death would be postponed for a little longer.

The chef immediately sliced through the servant’s neck just as he saw the slightest expression of relief from the servant. Unfortunately, the knife didn’t go right through, as the servant let out an agonising scream in pain, blood immediately rushing out from the servants neck, blood staining in mass amounts onto the fabric of his clothes. The servant squirmed automatically, limbs kicking and throwing onto the counter, creating loud clattering and pounding noises onto the metal. It took one more powerful cut before the servant finally fell silent, and fell limp, stopping all movement only a second before his death.

#short story #dark academia #creative writing #royalty #chapter 16

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dilfwaynes · 3 years

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durante la notte

summary: natasha always deals the cards first, but always ends up being the first to fold them as well.

✎ word count ; 1.5k

⚢ pairings ; natasha romanoff x fem!reader

genre ; smut

✗ warnings ; mean power bottom!reader, undertones of elitism, strap on use, degradation, pwp.

a/n ; natasha x Italian!reader cos i was finishing italian hw while writing this and thinking in Italian LOL not edited !!

translation: fangool / go do it in an ass, / marone / damn it / il mio piccolo tesoro / my little treasure.

you lick your lips slowly, lifting the petite glass and bringing it to your lips, tasting the rich krug flat on your tongue. fingers wrapped around tightly as you watch natasha flaunt around the bar end of the restaurant, collude deep with a full view of her little display with your table only a few feet away. rolling your eyes you pick up the cigarette pack aside from you, fumbling down your drink and lighting it up, blowing out the thick french scent smoke.

“excuse me, could you please put out your cigarette,” your eyes flash towards the man some tables away, eyebrow cocked in annoyance and distrain. you stare blankly, tapping away the burnt ashes off the tip and turning your attention back to natasha.” ma’am.”

“marone! leave the fucking smoking section then!” you snap towards their direction, eyes harden and un amusement fading to anger fast, glaring. “proletariat, fangool!” shifting back to the russian, catching her eyes and bridging the intensity of her green, inhaling once more. sliding the champagne again to your lips, raising an eyebrow over the rim with jealousy burning in with the alcohol. are you finished with your game?

natasha smirked over her slightly hauled shoulder, your expression lamely and stoic but faded underneath is the whole reason she’s continuing on her show. still, she peers at you from the corner of her while fingers shims around the younger girl’s arm, your rings grasping tightly against the glass, the cartier sleek love band, and the golden diamond aside it as well a panthère slimed around your wrist. truthfully you looked good enough to eat with the white silk pressed on your tanned skin, giving you more of a glow with the golden accessories.

brushing back the stray hair behind the girl’s ear she watched as your mien fallen and a rushed snap of your fingers has the waiter ushering you the bill, eyes set on natasha as you mindless throw money for the check and tip.

“natasha,” waving a hand behind your back to beckon her to tail from a distance, and like always she obeyed. following you into the car, muttering something in Italian before the chauffeur starts the car. you turn your attention back on her calmly, nodding before reaching a hand and yanking her head to rear in your pleasing.” what a show you’ve put on tonight beloved, but i didn’t care much for your co-star.” you laugh softly, pulling her upper to meet her eyes. your nails running along the back of her neck with your lips attaching to the base of her throat.

“but i don’t think it’ll do well,” you sigh, the mock of sympathetic patent with a now pout in place. natasha’s lips quirk upwards, deciding to play along.” that’s mean to say baby.” her eyes trained on your lips, the red curling into a pleasing smile, the hold within her hair loosens, and a soothing hand pushing her streaks back.

“don’t worry, you can be the main star of my show,” you say quietly, intertwining your hand with hers and bringing it down to your thigh under your dress, your gaze flickering back towards her.” and mine will be a lot better and successful.” your fist tightening withholding her hair once more and roughly pushing her towards you, slamming your lips against hers with a smothering kiss.

“but i don’t know if you quite deserve it, touching that filthy puttana,” you whisper nearing the shell of her ear, voice edged with a low seething.”i shouldn’t even let you touch me. i bet if i let you, you’ve spread that whore out and fucked her, hm? or would you have done that if i wasn’t there?” your words meant to come out as teasing but natasha heard the undertones, and she knew you knew, that she knew.

“no,” natasha lets out shakily, holding back a groan of the feeling of your teeth nipping at her exposed neck.”don’t want her, just you.” your head falls against her shoulder, smoothing a kiss on the blade.

“just me?” your relaxed features now sneering, your grip a little tighter at the movement of the car stopping. nodding,” just you.”

giving her another kiss before opening the door, an unspoken command for her to follow you into the penthouse. kicking off the satin heels, peering over to the entrance where natasha stands.”c’mere il mio piccolo tesoro,” you coo, tapping a spot for her to join, smiling to ace the act. natasha doesn’t need to see the calm before the storm to understand how this is gonna play out. draping your legs over her lap, catching her face between your fingers,”such a pretty girl,” you murmur, shaking your head.”too bad she’s such a little fucking slut.” you finish, though the tone still mockingly sweet, your smile replaced with a lazy grin now.

without any response from natasha you shift towards her lap, your legs between her waist and gripping her thighs with a bruising kiss, wrapping her legs further around her waist. alining your sex to brush right against her bare thigh, sighing out at the friction, the thin panties the only thing keeping your pussy from her warm skin.”stay put.” you hiss, sealing it with a pinch to her arm, laughing at her little groan of pain. striding towards the chest tucked into the corner, picking up the silicone and a small bottle of lube.

“make yourself useful for once and lube that bitch up,” you laugh at your own words and take no mind to natasha, she rolls her eyes stripping herself of her top, watching your little tease show of taking off the silk, and as expected a matching white set underneath. rolling her hips up through the harness, squeezing some of the lube into her palms and running it along the fake length. lifting her gaze and meeting your steps to her, your bra unclasped and somewhere thrown but your panties remain. she cocks her eyebrow downwards, silently asking why they’re still on. you don’t reply, simply pooling them down, and reaching for natasha’s face by her jaw and shoving the expensive lace into her mouth, very well enjoying her wide eyes of curiosity and then surprise.”don’t give me those eyes, i don’t wanna hear you after that shit you pulled with that puttana.”

slowly sinking yourself on the strap, slapping a looming hand of the red head underneath you, taking the cock with a burning stretch leaving you aching, moaning when you feel the tip hilts, natasha drooling at seeing the fake cock poke out some from your stomach. waiting a few moments before lightly grinding on the strap.”see, if you weren’t some stupid bitch i would’ve let you fucked me,” you tell her, grabbing her shoulders for support, rising your hips up and slamming them down again. natasha grits her teeth, itching to touch you, kiss you, feel you literally anything.”please.” she muffled out.

you chuckle at her barely audible beg, her eyes glossy and her voice so whiny, you loved her like this. you decide to throw her a bone and grab one of her hands to give some attention to your tits. speeding up your pace with the added pressure of natasha tugging your nipples between her fingers.”fuck, fuck, fuck play with my clit baby.” you gasp out, your eyelids fluttering with the coil in your stomach ready to snap. podding her thumb against your clit, watching your face falls into pleasure and soon you’re crying out and gushing all over her lap. alcohol always made you extra sensitive.

ripping the makeshift gag of your panties from her mouth, she stares at you for a few seconds.”i’m fucking you at least once tonight.”

“if you can even do that right beloved.”

your words get stuck in your throat as your back drops to the couch, natasha between your legs and pushing the tip inside, arousal pulling at the slick coating the strap. holding your hips still she snaps hers, filling you up. her mouth dry seeing tears peak the corner of your eyes, your legs shake around her already and she hasn’t even moved yet. supporting her body weight with her hand against the side of your head, grabbing the arm of the couch and thrusting up, her grunt going straight to your core. she smirks at the strings of high pitched moans she’s getting out of you, your nails dragging across her back and digging in, your legs beginning to shake uncontrollably with the sound of natasha fucking you, the couch dampening under the pressure of natasha’s hips against yours.”don’t stop, i’m gonna cum you better fucking make me cum.” leaning down and smashing her lips down to yours, reaching a hand to where you both connect and rubbing circles on your clit.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, your grip on natasha unbreakable and your body shaking under her from your second orgasm of the night. giving out a few more trusts to ride out your climbmax, kissing the side of your temple and staying inside you. panting slightly, burying her face inbetween your neck and the Italian leather.

“does this make me forgiven?”

“we’ll see.”

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sunder-soul · 3 years

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is it possible if you do some Tom fluff/soft!smut where y/n stops touching him (like hand holding, hugging etc) because he doesn’t show any interest in it (always has a serious face & looks bored of her etc, when in reality he’s melting inside with butterflies and stuff). so he asks her why and she explains it and it leads to some smut, (only if you’re comfy if you’re not, some making out is fine). <33

Oh my god the second I got this I was like I HAVE to answer this immediately. Thanks for this awesome prompt!!! 💖

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Tactile

Summary: Affectionate Reader stops touching Tom because he never reacts to it, and when he asks why they stopped things get very, very heated (content warning: smut). Word count: 2.3k Content warning: explicit sex.

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Tom had shown you the room about a week after you’d started dating. It was on the seventh-floor of the Castle far away from the regular foot-traffic, a smooth stone wall until you walked past it with a specific need in mind – then the door would appear, carved from the rock before your very eyes to reveal a room that gave you exactly what you wanted.

For him, it was always the same room; a small library so packed with books that the shelves curved overhead to form impossible arches, warm glowing lanterns that illuminated the space inside, and a broad fireplace in front of which sat elegant black couches with reading lamps and tables laden with yet more books. He’s yet to tell you exactly what he thinks of to make the library appear, but every time you go there with him, there it is again.

“Are you alright?” he asks suddenly one evening.

The two of you are on the couches before the crackling fireplace. Tom has an elbow resting on the armrest of the couch and a book in his lap, one long leg crossed over the other, looking at you where you’re sat opposite him. You’re curled up around an assignment with your feet tucked up underneath you and your inkwell balanced somewhat precariously on the cushion beside you.

“I’m fine,” you frown, rather taken aback. “Why?”

Tom is silent as he assesses you, looking uncharacteristically hesitant. You arch a brow and lower your quill, attention fully grabbed. “Tom?”

“You’ve been acting differently,” he says smoothly.

“I have?”

“Yes,” he says succinctly, looking back down at his book. “More reserved.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say slowly.

“You used to be very… tactile,” he says delicately, his long fingers sliding under his page and turning it very nonchalantly. “I’ve noticed that you’ve stopped.”

“Stopped touching you?” you say carefully, feeling more and more surprised.

He nods.

“Well it felt weird to keep doing it since you didn’t like it,” you frown, confused at why he’d even brought it up.

Tom’s eyes snap up to yours. “What do you mean?” he asks curtly.

You raise your brows at his reaction. “Where’s the point of confusion for you?” you ask dryly.

“Why did you think I didn’t like it?” he demands.

“Are you joking?” you deadpan, half-amused. “Tom, you’d just ignore me. I’d go to hug you, or hold your hand, and you’d just look so… bored. It didn’t take a genius to realise that you weren’t interested.”

Tom stares at you. Suddenly you feel a little awkward.

“I don’t mind that you’re not an affectionate person,” you say quickly, “I really don’t. I just felt sort of strange acting like that since it obviously wasn’t what you wanted.”

His jaw goes tight and there’s something almost agitated in the way he looks back down at his book.

“Are… are you alright?” you ask hesitantly, gaze lingering on his fingers that – despite his apparently casual posture – were now gripping the cover of his book so tightly that his knuckles were going white.

“Fine,” he says in a clipped tone.

“Well I’m convinced,” you drawl.

Tom doesn’t rise to your teasing. You frown and put your assignment aside. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I am perfectly well,” he says tersely.

“Is that why you’re about to rip that book in two?” you ask ironically, arching a brow.

Tom shuts the book loudly and tosses it onto the couch beside him. “What would you have me say?” he says in agitation.

“You’re rather obviously upset, Tom,” you say frankly.

“Yes and your observations are always so accurate,” he snaps caustically.

You frown again. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tom looks furious for a second and then glowers at the fireplace. Your thoughts whir. The only observation you’d made about him recently had been…

“Is this about me touching you?” you ask slowly, watching him carefully.

Tom looks at you again, tense and frenetic. He doesn’t say anything. Your stomach does a little flip, and you force your nerves down to speak again.

“…Do you want me to start doing it again?”

Tom’s lips press together, his eyes flicking between yours. After a long, silent moment, he nods.

You smother a smile and stand. Tom’s eyes follow you, looking ever so slightly alarmed at your movement – but the expression melts away as you approach him and very languidly rest your hands onto his shoulders, slowly leaning forward and straddling him on the couch. “Then why didn’t you say you liked it?” you say softly, sitting down on his lap and lifting a hand to push your fingers through his hair.

Tom’s gaze is unmoved from your face as his hands slide up your hips and come to a rest on your waist, his touch very reserved. “I thought you knew,” he says quietly.

“Not all of us are mind-readers, Tom,” you tease playfully, your fingers trailing down the elegant curve of his cheek. “Some of us have to rely on menial body language and verbal queues to understand each other.”

“My apologies,” Tom says softly as he leans closer. Your heart stutters despite yourself.

You meet his lips softly, just as warm and full as they looked, his mouth moving on yours deceptively gentle but with the dizzying promise of more to come. Sure enough, you feel his hands slide from your waist up around you as he pulls you closer to him, holding you tightly against him. Adrenaline is spreading like fire through your chest and – wondering exactly how much you can get away with – you slowly roll your hips against his. You hear him take a slightly harder breath and you pull back from the kiss to look at him.

Your stomach twists at what you see. Tom stares at you with something like hunger on his face, his eyes dark and intense. You can’t resist rocking your hips again just to see his reaction. Tom’s jaw goes tight and he leans in hard, his lips crashing into yours and moving ravenously, his hand curling into a fist of your hair and pulling you deeper into the kiss. Heat spreads through your body and grows hotter and hotter as it goes on and on, your fingers carding into the waves of his dark hair as you kiss him back as hard as you can, as you spiral from control and you’re barely able to think anymore.

Tom is pushing your robes off of your shoulders and you distractedly shrug them off as you lean into the kiss, your heart racing as his fingers slip under the bottom of your jumper and pull it up. You’re forced to break the kiss to let him lift it over your shoulders but he captures your lips the second it’s out of the way, his long fingers already on the buttons of your blouse. You can’t stop touching him, your hands in his hair, against his jaw, down his neck, and then he’s sliding his hands against your skin and your blouse falls to the ground behind you. Tom pulls you forward hard to bring your body flush against his chest, his tongue tracing your top lip and making you feel like you’re falling.

You can feel him hard against your core.

Body aflame with desire, your hands drop to his belt between your legs but Tom catches your wrists in one hand.

“Wait,” he says silkily, smirking.

Something aches in you so hard your vision reels for a second and you stare at him, unable to look away. He slowly lets go of your hands and his fingers are brushing against your thigh, slipping up and under your skirt. Your eyes close and your head falls onto his shoulder as his fingers trace the outside of your underwear, his touch burning and unbearably light. Tom gently presses his lips to your neck and shivers spread across your skin.

“God, Tom,” you breathe as his lips trail down your neck and his fingers stroke you teasingly.

Tom just breathes a laugh and the next second your underwear are gone, Vanished effortlessly. You only barely contain a moan as his fingers slide with ease and aching heat washes across your skin. “You want this so much, don’t you?” he murmurs against your neck.

But you can’t reply, blind at the pleasure of his touch. His fingers are slow and relentless, easing back and forth like he’s beckoning you further into desire, listening to you moan in his ear. His other hand curls around the back of your neck as he presses his lips up under your jaw, his teeth brushing your skin and making you gasp. “Does it feel good?” he murmurs, his soft words making tingles erupt down your neck.

“Yes,” you breathe, arms tightening around his neck

The pressure of his fingers increasing slightly and your breath hitches. “Are you going to lose control for me?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” you barely manage to say again.

Tom’s other hand cups your face and guides your face around to look at him, his lips hovering right against yours as his fingers stroke burning heat into you, agonisingly gentle, torturously persistent. “You’re going to come for me,” he whispers, “and I want to watch.”

You feel it bloom in you core as if by his command, and Tom’s lips curl into a smirk.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, pulling your forehead against his. “Just like that.”

“Tom,” you gasp as it starts to overcome you.

“Give me what I want,” he says softly, right against your mouth.

It hits you hard and you can’t breathe, can’t see, can’t even think as your heart races, as heat consumes you. Your head is spinning when it finally passes, your breathing ragged when you can bear to crack your eyes open.

Tom is right there, eyes black with desire as they roam your face with hungry scrutiny.

This time when your hands go to his belt, he doesn’t stop you, his hands dropping to your hips again. It only takes a second to pull the buckle apart and unbutton his trousers, and Tom’s hands immediately pull your hips forward, jerking you up onto your knees.

You tangle your fingers in his hair and lean down to his lips, kissing him deeply as Tom’s fingers tighten on your hips and slowly, firmly guide you down on top of him, your knees spreading out on the couch on either side of him as his tongue coaxes your lips apart. Your stomach twists at the feeling of him against you, as he slides into you easily without stopping, guiding your hips down more and more until you’re flush against him again and in one smooth movement his whole length is inside of you.

You cheeks are hot and your heart is going a thousand beats a minute as his hands grip you hard, as he rocks your hips against him, his tongue against yours making you dizzy all over again. He rocks you again, and again, hitting something inside of you that makes you break the kiss to gasp at the electric feeling spreading through you.

Tom stills at once, a crease appearing between his brows.

“Don’t stop, Tom,” you moan at once, leaning your forehead on his again and grinding your hips against him hard.

His eyes flicker and his hands tighten painfully on your hips as he resumes, making you grind against him over and over again until you can’t help the moans he’s drawing from you.

“You feel good,” he murmurs up against your lips, his voice turned low and husky.

“So do you,” you say breathlessly, rocking hard along with his hands and twisting your hips in the smallest circle.

Tom’s eyes fall shut and his head cants forward an inch as he breathes hard. Entranced, you chase the reaction at once, repeating the motion again, and again. Tom’s hands slowly loosen on your hips as you take over, grinding against him with desire aflame on your skin and in your core alike.

“Will you give me what I want?” you whisper, desire turning you reckless.

Tom looks up at you like he’s in pain, his hands resting gently on your waist as he watches you grind against him.

“Will you lose control for me, Tom?” you say quietly, leaning into his lips.

Tom’s hand is behind you neck in a flash, brows furrowing as he pulls you down against his lips aggressively, his grip painfully tight as you feel heat erupt inside of you, as you kiss him back and listen to his hard breathing.

He pulls away after a long, heated moment and cups your face in his hand, staring at you.

Slowly, you lift a hand and gently brush his hair off his forehead, watching his eyes flicker slightly at the touch.

“Can I ask you something?” you say quietly.

He nods silently, his gaze fixed on you.

“What do you think of? When you summon this room?”

Tom’s brows raise like the question surprises him. “That’s what you want to know?” he asks dryly, his lips curving into a smirk.

You nod, letting your fingers trail absently down his face.

Tom pauses for a moment, the smirk fading away as your hands rest against his jaw and your thumbs brush his cheeks softly. “I think about having a place where I can be myself,” he says quietly.

A warmth of a very different kind spreads through your chest, and you’re certain that he can feel your smile against his lips when you lean in and kiss him.

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just-a-little-cellist · 3 years

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Hey, I just read your Levi alphabet headcanons and they were so good!! So in relationship to that I was wondering if you could write a sub! Levi fic with a humiliation kink. No pressure, and I love your writing :)

A/N: ah thank you so much! I'm really happy that you like my stuff!! ok sorry this has taken a while but I didn't want to mess this up, I've had so much fun writing this one and it turned out way longer than I expected :) hope you enjoy it!! sub levi is my fav so :P

warnings: nsfw content, d/s dynamic, dom reader, use of 'mistress' but aside from that reader's gender isn't specified, light bondage, crying, humiliation kink :)

You always seemed to know.

You could read him like an open book, and it surprised him every single time. You knew him better than anyone, sometimes better than himself. You could see straight through him, and there was no hiding from that.

Today was no different. It was written in his stiff demeanor, his unusually icy glare, the harsh bite of his words, everything about him expressing that he was on edge much more so than normal. Although he could always relax slightly more when it was just the two of you, today he hadn't yet dropped his cold facade for even a second.

Having had some free time for once in your busy life, you were sat in the armchair in the comfort of your bedroom, nestled in the corner with a book in your hands. Levi had unfortunately been called into a last-minute meeting, much to your dismay, so you waited patiently until he got back.

You heard the slam of the door shutting as he got in and looked up to see him enter, but it was a shock to see the scowl on his face. On any other day the smile you greeted him with would be reciprocated (even if it was only subtle), however that seemed beyond reach considering his bad mood. Your book was quickly discarded.

"Levi? What's wrong?"

Not bothering to look up at you as he roughly tugged his shoes off, he muttered, "Got given a fuck ton of paperwork to finish by the end of the week, plus I've got to watch over the shitty brats from the 104th tomorrow."

You gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry sweetheart. You still have today off though, don't you?"

"Yeah, but if I don't start this work now it won't get finished on time."

"You're going to overwork yourself. Take some time off."

He glared at you, anger smothering his features. "You think it's that easy? You think I don't want a day off? I've got shit to do, I can't just take breaks when I feel like it! Just fuck off and let me work!"

The second the words left his mouth and he saw the way you were looking at him, a wave of guilt washed over him.

"I...I..." He looked away. "Shit..."

Standing from the chair and walking in front of him, you gently took his hand, causing his eyes to flicker up and meet yours. "Levi, look at me. I understand that you're stressed, believe me, but I'm just wary of your wellbeing. You're human too, and even Humanity's Strongest needs a break sometimes." You pressed a finger to his lips when he went to protest. "Think about this logically. If you work non-stop, then you won't be able to concentrate as well, will you? Plus, if you fall behind a little with paperwork, I'm always here to help. I don't mind doing extra if it helps you out. Do you understand?"

"I... don't want to be a burden on you."

"You aren't burdening me if I'm offering."

He nodded, then looked down. "I didn't mean to yell at you." His voice grew smaller, a telltale sign he was nervous. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Levi. I know it wasn't intentional."

He looked thoughtful for a moment, though quickly suppressed it.

"What is it?" You had a vague idea, since the same thing happened quite a lot when he was pent-up, but you wanted to be sure.

"It's nothing."

"Tell me."

"I just thought..." His cheeks got warmer and he mumbled, "Maybe we could try that thing we talked about?"

You cupped his face in your hand. "Are you sure you're up for it at the minute?"

"I need to... I need you to help me let go... just for a bit..."

"Ok then, if you're certain." You kissed his cheek. "I'm going to go and fetch a couple of things, stay put."

Levi stood in the middle of your shared bedroom, hands fidgeting in anticipation as he waited for you to return. This was a jump from what your dynamic usually was, but he desperately wanted to try it and you had happily obliged.

You soon returned, locking the door behind you, holding a neat coil of rope and something else that Levi couldn't quite see.

"This is new for us, so I'm not going to go overboard right away. Is that ok?"

Levi took a deep breath. "Mhm..."

"Remind me what your safe words are."

"Amber to slow down, red to stop everything, and hum the melody if I can't speak."

You smiled. "Good boy."

Placing your equipment on the table beside you, you sat down in the armchair and watched him for a moment, still fidgeting and not quite sure what to do with himself.

"Strip," you commanded, lacing dominance into your tone.

Levi blushed and began taking his clothes off, laying each article on the bed until he was completely naked. He stood before you, feeling incredibly exposed and subtly trying to cover himself.

You shook your head in disapproval. "You know better than that. Hands behind your back."

He hesitantly complied, now unable to hide his rapidly growing arousal, and his face flushed a deeper shade of red.

"Kneel." You gestured to the space in front of you and he followed. "Tell me why we're doing this."

He swallowed nervously. "Because I was mean to you."

"That's right. You took your feelings out on me, so we're going to fix that, hm?"

He nodded.

"Use your words."

"Yes mistress..."

"Good boy." You leaned closer, picking up the thing that Levi hadn't yet seen. "Open your mouth."

He did as you asked and soon found out what the object was. You fastened the ball gag securely and looked down at Levi, smirking at the sight. His eyes were wide as he grew accustomed to the foreign feeling, but he couldn't conceal the interested twitch of his cock in response to it.

"You're so pretty like this. Stand up, turn around, and keep your hands behind your back."

Once again following your directions ever so obediently, you picked up the coil of rope and bound his wrists together, before trailing your fingers over his hips. Levi shivered in arousal and tried not to lean into the touch. You knew how sensitive he was, particularly around that area, so you continued to focus your attention to his hips and his inner thighs; all too soon he was tense and shaking, and the second you pulled away he whined from the loss of contact.

"Patience." You turned him around to face you and leant back in the chair, patting your thigh in invitation. "Come here." He stepped closer, unsure of how to proceed, so you gripped his hips and pulled him down to straddle your leg. He whimpered at the sudden pressure on his cock.

"Do you want to cum tonight, sweetheart?"

Levi nodded eagerly.

"After your behavior today, you're going to have to earn it."

Seeing Levi's curious expression, you stroked one finger up his length, making him buck forwards into your touch.

"You're going to get yourself off on my leg, and I'm going to watch, understood?"

He nodded again, whining as you pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"Good. Don't keep me waiting."

Levi wasted no time in grinding down against your thigh, immediately moaning around the gag at the feel of your rough denim jeans against his sensitive cock. It seemed that just having him in such a position was more than enough to get him worked up - your dynamic before had been rather gentle, with only a small power imbalance, so it was a sudden shift to now be in this position, with yourself fully clothed but with Levi naked, bound, and entirely at your disposal.

As you watched Levi rut desperately against you, you thought back to the moment he asked to try this. He told you that he wanted to be used, helpless, humiliated, although he had been rather shy about it to begin with. With the words almost failing to come out, he blushed deeply when you suggested trying it for the first time. You promised it would be a surprise, to keep him on edge with the anticipation and add to the experience when it finally happened, and you certainly hadn't disappointed him if his moans were any indication.

Every thrust of his hips teased him closer to the edge, and as much as you loved to touch Levi usually, this had to be something he did on his own. Knowing that this was all because of his own intense desire, that it wasn't you controlling his movements, that it was his decision to act like a bitch in heat, would only make his feelings of shame more pressing.

You never took your eyes off him for one second, content in the knowledge that it made him feel just that bit more vulnerable, until you glanced at the mirror mounted on the adjacent wall. Levi had clearly forgotten it was there in his pleasure-induced stupor, so you decided that it wouldn't hurt to remind him.

Gripping his chin carefully, you tilted his head to the side so he could see exactly what he looked like in that moment; the mirror was at the perfect angle to reflect every single thing he was doing, all his wanton desperation captured in that perfect image. Although he flushed red in humiliation, he couldn't bring himself to stop his actions, being forced to look himself in the eyes as he rode your leg, and he whimpered in embarrassment as he drooled around the ball gag.

"Look at you, Levi. You're pathetic, aren't you?"

His movements never faltered, but tears began to well up in his eyes as you kept him facing the mirror.

"Imagine if everyone else could see this, hm? Their mighty captain reduced to a needy little slut..."

He sobbed, droplets rolling down his face, and sped up, nearing his high.

"Do you need to cum, Levi?"

A frantic nod in response.

"Do you deserve it? Do you think you've earned it?"

More nodding.

"And you've learnt your lesson?"

A nod and a pitiful whine.

"Very good. Cum for me, Levi."

Tears streaming down his face, Levi moaned as he reached his peak and came with a sharp cry, the sensations all becoming too much for him to bear. He trembled as he came down again, panting and leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

"You've done so well for me, sweetheart," You cooed, reaching behind him to unfasten the gag and untie the rope, putting them both back on the table and taking Levi's hands. He looked up at you and you wiped his tears. "How are you feeling?"

Still catching his breath, he nodded, pressing his forehead against yours. "It... it was really good."

"Not too much?" you questioned, stroking his hair.

"It was perfect... thank you mistress..."

"I'm glad. Now let's get cleaned up, then we can rest. Does that sound alright?"

"Mhm..." Levi smiled lazily and nuzzled against your neck. "As long as I'm with you."

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