#I’m not even mad in this moment that I forgot to go back and color the line work it’s FINE

[syrupfog]

Moon and Sun

#one piece #trafalgar law #monkey d. luffy #my art #lawlu #GOD I SPENT A MILLION YEARS ON THIS #YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ITS BEEN LIKE TWO WEEKS OF PUTTING IT DOWN AND PICKING IT UP AGAIN #I AM SO PROUD #IT LOOKS LIKE HOW I WANTED IT TO LOOK #I’m not even mad in this moment that I forgot to go back and color the line work it’s FINE #aaaaaaah 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I did it I’m proud of it #(listen it IS lawlu they’re clearly in love can’t u see it)

[warmblanketwhump]

this was originally written for the sicktember prompt “I should have stayed home” but I forgot about it. so enjoy it now!!!

A raises their eyebrows as they see B dressing to go into town. “B, are you sure you don’t want us to to stay home and rest for another week? I can handle it.”

B shakes their head, pulling on their coat and winding their scarf around their neck. “I’m fine. I’ll go mad if I have to stay inside another day, and I want to help.”

A sighs, trying not to notice the dark shadows under B’s eyes. B’s been under the weather for the last week and a half, battling a terrible cold that hit along with the sudden cold snap. After nearly a week of being too weak to leave their bed, B had been getting restless, their mind tired of being confined to the cabin even while their body struggled to recover. But A wants to trusts B’s judgement of their own body and how they're feeling, so they let the matter drop.

Besides, A thinks, with the smallest tinge of guilt, we really do need the money from this market—maybe they really are ready to help. The doctor’s visits and bottle of medicines had stretched them thin this month, and there were only a few markets left to sell as much as they could before winter would set in.

On the ride into town, B seems alright—a bit more talkative and a few more smiles and rough-voiced laughs at A’s banter. And for a moment, A wonders if B’s just feeling better than they look.

But when they arrive at the town’s weekend market and start to set up their wares, A notices the way B struggles to lift even the lightest of the crates, how frequently they stop tug their scarf closer against the damp, misty air, how hunched their shoulders are. A says nothing, but tries to move the other crates as quickly as possible to ensure B doesn’t have to work as hard.

“You sure you’re okay, B?” A asks as they unload the final crate. They look exhausted.

B nods, though A notices they’re a few shades paler than when they left home. “I’m alright. Just not used to this much activity.” They try a weak smile, but it only serves to underscore how worn out they already look.

“B, if you need a break, you rest, alright?” A’s voice is stern, but they let their hand gently squeeze B’s shoulder, and B nods again. “And if you're not feeling well, you tell me.” B nods, their gaze already slightly glazed, and A fights back the urge to head for home right that moment. Trust them. They’ll say something.

The market opens, and soon A’s swept up in orders, chatting with friends and neighbors, hurriedly moving about their stand to ensure everyone has what they need. Out of the corner of their eye, they see B seated on one of the barrels they brought.

Good, A thinks as they take the money from another customer. They're taking a break like they're supposed to.

The morning continues, cold and cloudy and breezy, with a steady stream of customers buying their goods. It isn’t until a lull in the customers later in the morning that A sees C, a fellow vendor and friend from a neighboring farmstead, come by with a grey wool blanket tucked under their arms.

A shakes hands with C and the two exchange pleasantries about the weather, the harvest, the town news, and everything in between as A gathers up C’s usual order.

Then, C holds out the blanket. “For B.”

A takes the blanket, a puzzled expression on their face. “What?”

C gestures behind them. “Poor thing’s looked miserable all morning, and we had an extra blanket in our wagon. D said they couldn’t bear to watch them freeze for another minute.”

A whirls around. Sure enough, B’s curled up on the barrel, visibly trembling and clutching their coat close to themselves, and most definitely not the picture of health.

A takes the outstretched blanket and hurriedly nods to C in gratitude, then rushes back to B, who looks awful. All the color is gone from their face, their lips are a faint purplish-blue, and their teeth are chattering. When A takes B's hands, they feel like ice. A should have known that B would be too easily chilled in weather like this, especially considering how under the weather they’d been.

“B, what happened?” A briskly rubs B’s hands before tucking the blanket around B, then rubs their shoulders for good measure.

B tugs the blanket closer, shrugging. “Got c-cold.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“D-didn’t want t-to bother you. We need the money.”

A curses under their breath, wrapping their arms around B and pulling them close, wincing as they feel how frail B is in their arms, the near-constant shivers that wrack their frame.

B’s voice is soft, barely above a whisper. “I s-should have s-s-stayed home.”

They weren’t better after all, A thinks grimly. Helplessly, they look around the stand—boxes of goods that need packing up, loaded back into the wagon—and then there’s B, who’s practically collapsing in A’s arm, who A desperately wants to get out of the wind—

Before they can even begin to feel the full weight of the crushing guilt, C’s in their line of vision, eyes full of concern. “Go home. We’ll take care of this.”

“C, I can’t—“

“A, don’t worry. We’ll pack it all up. You can stop by the farm whenever to get it.”

A can barely whisper a thank you through the lump in their throat, then turns to B. “Alright, B. Let’s get you home and warmed up.”

Gone is the easy chatter of their ride into town—now, B just curls into A’s side, face buried in the blanket, soft, keening whimpers as they press their body closer to A and their warmth. Around them, the smallest snowflakes begin to fall, little glittering shards that dust A’s coat and make them will their horse to go faster.

When they arrive home, A practically leaps out of the wagon, B in their arms. A hurries B inside, setting them in a chair and stoking the coals to get the fire high. B’s trembling from head to toe, and A hastily covers them in another blanket, vigorously rubbing their arms. “There you go. I’ll get something hot for you to drink, then get you in a warm bath. How does that sound?” A tries to keep their voice even. B’s teeth are chattering too hard to respond.

After putting the horse and wagon away, A gets to work heating some canned broth from their pantry, then helps spoon feed sips through B’s lips when they’re shaking too hard to hold the bowl.

When they’re finished, A realizes that B’s ghostly pallor had been replaced with glassy eyes and high spots of color on their cheeks.

“B…how are you feeling?” A’s tone is cautious, warning.

“Cold,” B rasps, and still they shivered and clung to the blankets as they hunched close to the fire. “Need…need the hot bath.”

A palms a cool hand on B’s forehead, and their worst fears are confirmed. Whether B’s fever had never been gone or had relapsed when B had gotten chilled, it was back with a vengeance. They’re sicker now than they had been all week.

“B, you’ve got a fever. I….I can’t.”

B’s eyes are wild, feverish, desperate. “Please. Even a minute or two.” Their voice cracks on the last word, and they cough feebly.

“B, I can’t. I’m so sorry.”

After a few minutes of desperate pacing, a compromise was reached: a small washbasin filled with heated water so B could soak their feet and hopefully take the edge off their chills.

After being dressed in the softest clothes A could find, B’s tucked into bed under two quilts pulled up to their chin.

B coughs feebly and tugs the blankets over their nose. Outside, the wind howls as a fall storm blows through, small icy pellets pelting the windowpanes, and B shudders weakly. “The wind. I can still feel it in my bones.”

A doesn’t feel a draft—only the stuffy air of an overheated cabin. Still, they smooth the quilts over B’s body before covering them with a third blanket, gently hushing them. B grasps the covers, squeezing their eyes shut as a single tear escapes.

“Please, A. I’m so cold. I want to go home.”

Great. Now they’re hallucinating.

“You’re alright. You’re inside where it’s warm.”

“Please, A. I want to go home.” B’s voice cracks on the last plea, and A can’t take it any more. They crawl under the covers with B, wrapping them up in their arms and hugging them close, feeling the fever burn through the layers.

“I’ll keep you warm, B. Just try to sleep.”

B rolls over to face A, and A can just catch the tear tracks in the flickering light of the fire. But it’s only a moment before B buries their face in A’s chest. So A hugs them closer, whispering soft, encouraging words as they try and lull B to sleep.

#cold whump #fever whump #sickfic whump #this has been languishing in my inbox for a while #so HERE #*throws shiny object your way*

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

Hi I hope your having a good day!

I was wondering if for the tmnt bros (all 4, 2003) what would happen if say they had a shy sorta insecure S/O and they had sorta planned a date with S/O mentioning that they had a surprise planned for their BF. Fast forward to later the the turtle kinda forgot due to having a mission after finishing it they and their bros need to get something from his room, Where they'd find the S/O in lingerie, on their bed, covered in flower petals and even candles the same color of their turtle boyfriend's mask and they say something flirty before opening their eyes seeing all the bros there instead of just their boyfriend, get super flustered and accidentally knock a candle down almost causing a fire, and while trying to cover themself just face plants onto the floor getting a nosebleed in the process and a slight concussion.

afterwards poor S/O cant look at the other turtles for about a week and and their not even mad just feeling a bit humiliated and saying stuff like "yeah it was a dumb idea anyways, probably wont do it again in the future" Though they do kinda find it a little funny later on about how badly it went

Thank you for your writings! I really enjoy them

Awe! I’m glad you do!! It makes me giddy to see that people genuinely enjoy my writings!! <3 Also I love this idea! I’d actually die if this ever happened to me ngl 💀

Seduction Disaster!

🐢💙❤️2003 TMNT x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 1606

CW: Gender-neutral reader, a bit of a crack-fic, DW there’s some fluff involved too! A tad bit spicy(?), all characters are over the age of 18, in their early 20s! Enjoy!

T/N - Turtle Name

B/N - Brother Name

Oh, it was a stupid idea, a REALLY stupid idea. To say you regretted it, would be an understatement… In your defense you just wanted to give your boyfriend something nice! It took you a long while, but you had finally built up some confidence to finally impress your boyfriend and maybe try and give him a night to remember. Oh did you not intend THIS to be the night to remember.

Your boyfriend was out on a mission, one that took longer than expected, but it gave you enough time to put your plan into motion! You bought the candles, bought the roses and you got your lingerie. Alright everything was going well, just according to plan… You warned Splinter not to go into T/N’s room, to which he complied and just stayed in the dojo to meditate. Great. That was great for you, so you suited up slipped into your lingerie and checked yourself out in his mirror to make sure everything was good and fitted perfectly. DAMN, did you look good! This made you even more confident in all of this and got everything else set and ready to go!

Finally, the guys arrived back home, T/N groaning as he flopped onto the couch tiredly, not even remembering at the time that you had something planned for him in his bedroom. He was exhausted and a little brain dead at the moment, so when one of his brothers asked if they could grab something from his room that they left in there, he nonchalantly gave them the go-ahead, not thinking much about it.

You were laid out on the bed, awaiting his arrival, your eyes closed as you took deep breaths to ready yourself. Once you heard the door open, you started with, “Welcome home ba—” once you opened your eyes, you were greeted with the wrong turtle, and your heart dropped. And honestly, B/N was staring at you with a look of horror and shock. You let out a shriek as you rushed to cover yourself, ultimately failing as you slipped out of the bed and landed on your face, a little too hard. You barely noticed the blanket catch on fire as B/N panicked and called for T/N’s help, to which he bolted in and panicked.

Yeah… Not a fun time to say the least. Donnie ended up having to patch you up, help you with your bleeding nose and made sure you didn’t fall asleep because of your concussion. You were so embarrassed, you couldn’t even look into B/N’s eyes for a while, or any of T/N’s brothers eyes for that matter…

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo didn’t realize that you had something planned for him until the moment he heard your shrieks come from his bedroom and Donnie’s panicked yells for Leo brought him back to his senses. You planned something for him, and he completely forgot. He hurried to his room, freezing when he saw you face-first onto the ground and his blanket on fire.

💙 Luckily, Donnie was quick to put out the fire while Leo was by your side in an instant. Mikey and Raph rushed to the room to check things out while Leo covered your body while making sure you were okay. He could not forgive himself for this for a LONG while, not when he saw your face when he pulled you off the ground. After Donnie made sure you were okay, and was quick to move on with the situation, he left you alone with Leo.

💙 He comforted you the rest of the night, holding you close and kissing your face softly as he murmured soft little apologies. He’d make it up to you, and he swore that he would. He became EXTRA protective of you too, and was always sure to check his bedroom first before his brothers went in, he even set a ground-rule not to go into his bedroom until he’s made sure nothing’s going on in there. Yeah maybe he’s going a little far, but it’s appreciated.

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ He didn’t see it coming, but he sure did hear it, that shriek he knew rather well, and Mikey’s yelling of, “WOAH! I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT!” Raph bolted to his room without a second thought, and oh the sight that greeted him, you face first on the ground and Mikey standing there, frozen and panicking. “WELL DON’T JUST STAND THERE SHELL BRAIN! HELP ME PUT OUT THE FIRE!” Raph yelled at Mikey as the two worked on putting out the fire first, soon Leo joining in once he heard the commotion.

❤️ Once he knew it was done, he chased out his brothers before hurrying to your side, eyes wide and panicked, “Dollface! You okay?!” He sat you up as you had tears of embarrassment rolling down your eyes and a bleeding nose. He was quick to sit you back on his bed as he grabbed an extra blanket. After he’s carefully wrapped you, he scoops you up and hurries to find Donnie, “Hey brainiac! Need some help here!” Donnie rolled his eyes before he was greeted by the sight of your bruised forehead and bleeding nose. Biting back the sarcastic remark, he was quick to take care of you.

❤️ After you were all taken care of, Raph took you back to his room, laid you on the bed, put out all the candles, before curling up beside you. He swore to himself he’d never let this happen again. And boy, did he make sure it didn’t not only that, he became like your bodyguard, actually scratch that, he was more of your guarddog. When you were recovering, he made sure to do everything you asked and never left your side. If anybody tried to check in, he was quick to tell them to buzz off. It was your guys time, nobody was interrupting it this time.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Donnie relaxed against the couch, the TV playing mindless nonsense as he just gave his brain a break from the rough mission. When he was about to doze off, Leo would tell him he was heading to his lab, to which he didn’t think much of until he heard a loud shriek and Leo yelling apologies, causing alarm for everyone. Donnie was fast on his feet and bolted to his lab, seeing the scene, he panicked. First of all, you’re hurt, second… FLAMMABLE ITEMS IN HIS LAB!!!

💜 He panicked, but was quick, he took a blanket and covered you first before yelling to Leo, “Help me put out the flames!” To which, the both of them did, Raph and Mikey soon joining while Splinter would wait outside the lab, worried. Once everything was said and done, Donnie gently scooped you up and headed to his little examination table, gently laying you down as you whined out in pain. He didn’t take too long to take care of you, cleaning up your nose and stopping the bleeding, before keeping a close eye on you because of the concussion.

💜 He would be so sweet and gentle with you, whispering small reassuring things as he took care of you. He always shushed you when you tried to apologize about the whole thing, I mean, it was both of your guys fault, Donnie not remembering, and you not thinking of that possibility. Donnie felt at fault for the most part for it, because if he remembered this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. Either way, he would cuddle with you the whole night, watching a movie to help distract you both from that disaster.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Mikey got up and actually ended up microwaving some pizza, as he felt pretty damn hungry. While he was doing that, staring intently at the microwave, he heard Raph call out to him about needing something back from him and that he was checking his room. Mikey gave him the go-ahead and continued to wait, until he heard Raph scream and you shriek from his bedroom.

🧡 This man has never moved so fast in his life, Donnie and Leo right on his tail as they stumble into his room. Raph was panicking over you, unsure of what to do, meanwhile the main concern for Leo and Donnie was the fire! Those two worked on it while Mikey was by your side in an instant, in this situation he couldn’t even joke to try and distract you and make you feel better, he just wrapped you up in his arms and held you close.

🧡 Once the whole fiasco was taken care of and Donnie fixed you up, Mikey was trying so hard to cheer you up and keep your mind off of what just happened. He even sacrificed his last slice of pizza to you, before getting all cozy with you. He was very doting that night, making sure you were okay, because honestly he was never this worried. You ended up sleeping in his arms that night with him holding you in a protective manner.

Yeah… You were never doing that again, despite being spoiled by your partner and taken care of after everything was said and done, you’d rather not face the embarrassment of his brother walking in on you again when you’re in such a vulnerable position meant for T/N. It will never happen again, ESPECIALLY not with candles, if T/N wants candles he will be lighting them up himself.

Luckily now you can finally look B/N in the eyes after everything and laugh it off while feeling yourself die inside after everything. Mistakes were made, and you certainly learned from that whole experience.

#sprite writes #fanfic #tmnt x reader #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt 2003 x reader #2003 leo #2003 raph #2003 donnie #2003 mikey #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #donatello x reader #michelangelo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt michelangelo x reader #leo x reader #raph x reader #donnie x reader #mikey x reader

[captain-mj]

are you going to continue interview with the 141 or is it finished ? i just really love what we do in the shadows and seeing a fic with my faves was literally like unwrapping the best gift that you didn’t even know existed

Ngl I don't have an excuse, I just straight up forgot about this series... oops? Here's a smutty installment as an apology

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Ghost ran his fingers through Soap’s hair as they kissed. He didn’t think he could get enough. It was like a breath of air after so many years of not being able to breath.

Soap chased his lips, eyelashes fluttering. “Ghost…” He put his hands on his shoulder. “I’d stay with you. Far after when I turn. I promise.” 

Ghost cupped his face and leaned in to him. “One day, the color will be gone from your face. You’ll be forever the same. Your hair will grow slowly. Your body will never change. I’m sorry I’m selfish. I know I’m dragging this out.” He traced his cheekbones and then down to his collar. 

Soap softened. “Why? Like me like this?”

“I like you alive…” Ghost leaned in and kissed his neck gently, feeling his pulse. He sank his fangs into him. His arms tightened when Soap panicked for a moment before relaxing. Soap grabbed Ghost’s biceps and held him tight. 

Blood filled his mouth. It was delicious. Just as good as last time. He lapped at the bleeding wound until Soap shivered and shook. “Ghost…” 

Ghost pulled away and grabbed him, yanking him inside right as the sun’s rays hit the doorstep. 

Soap looked horrified. He quickly started to check Ghost out, running his hands over him to make sure he wasn’t burned anywhere. “I should’ve been more careful we had been out there talking for so long and I….”

“Johnny.” Ghost grabbed his chin and tilted his head so he’d be facing him. “It’s okay.”

Soap paused. His pale complexion mixed with the dark blood on his lips and the drip down his chin… It made him look like one of the vampires in the old movies. He bit his lip, helpless to his charms. 

Ghost smiled. “Do you have your necklace on?”

“No. I didn’t bother getting a new one.” Soap stepped closer. 

“Think you could fight us off?”

“You wouldn’t let them.” 

Ghost hated that it was true. He’d never kill his friends, but for Johnny? He would come close. 

“I don’t need to be turned right now.” Soap said softly. “But the longer you take to decide, the more I age. The more likely it is one day I’ll die. That scares me.”

“Dying?”

“Leaving you alone.” 

Ghost barely thought about it. He was kissing him again, more reverent. More desperate. “Johnny… Johnny…” He picked him up and put him on the counter. “A little more time. It’s all I need.” 

Soap tanged his fingers in Ghost’s hair, expecting another blowjob or maybe some fancy work with his hands. Ghost instead ripped his clothes off and laid him out. He paused only long enough to open a drawer Soap had never seen before and grabbing lube. “Ale and Rudy have these stashed everywhere in the house.” Ghost explained. 

Soap nodded and gripped the counter. “It’s been a while so go slow.”

“You have trouble getting dates?”

“Never have enough alone time. And they’re not really you, are they?”

Ghost was going to go mad. He hiked Soap’s leg up and used a liberal amount of lube. He pressed his lips to Soap’s ankle as he carefully worked him open. 

Soap gasped and groaned and whined. So wonderfully tight. It took him a while for Ghost to be able to slide a second finger in. “You’re doing beautifully, Love.” He mumbled and placed another kiss to his calf this time. “But you’re going to need to relax.”

“I am.” Soap whimpered out, adjusting his legs to try to spread them more. He groaned and his back arched as Ghost curled his fingers. It took more lube and a lot of patience but Ghost got him to take three, slowly curling and uncurling them before digging them in deeper. 

Soap’s head lolled back as he panted, eyes screwed shut. 

Ghost pulled back and carefully lined himself up. 

Every vice Ghost could think of didn’t hold a candle to Soap. He was so tight. So hot. It felt like he was melting into him. 

Soap let out a tiny sob as Ghost continued to push him. He tensed for a second before forcing himself to relax, body arching.

Ghost bottomed out, eyes staring at the ceiling. “Johnny. Why have you never convinced me to do this before?”

Soap looked indignant. “I tri-” Ghost thrust in, knocking the air out of him. He was slow, like promised, but with his size and how eager it was, it was still a lot. Johnny felt tears streaming down his face but it was too good for him to ask Ghost to stop. As he started to get more and more comfortable, Ghost would speed up until he found himself bent in half and being pounded into. 

Soap grabbed his shoulders and buried his face in his neck, sobbing. He came hard with only Ghost’s arms around him to keep him from shattering. His body tightened around Ghost until he heard a choked sound as he came inside Soap. 

Soap shivered from the sudden and Ghost scooped him up, whisking him away to his coffin. They fit surprisingly well. 

Interviewer: Did you cry?

Soap: Like a fucking baby.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod #captain john price #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #soapghost #rodolfo x alejandro #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #alejandro x rodolfo #alejandro vargas #alejandro mw2 #captain john priceghostsoap #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #The Vampire Au #soaprudy #ghostalejandro #soapalejandro #ghost x alejandro #jesus chuy ordaz #enzo reyes #cheys #cheyes

[soulkeeper801]

Distance - Im Nayeon

Im Nayeon x f!reader

Fluff

Nayeon loved to tour. 

Being away with the girls was almost like a break from the routine she had already set for herself in Seoul. Even if the first days would be filled with jet lag and getting up early felt even harder, she enjoyed the feeling of being overseas. 

Wandering through the streets of LA reminded her how her hard work had paid off, she saw herself on the biggest screens of the city and noticed how people recognized her while walking by. 

She took a picture of the sunset with her phone and sent it to you.

“I wish you were here right now,” she texted.

If she wasn’t wrong, you should be having breakfast at home. 

“Love your view, baby!” you texted back immediately. “I’m gonna have brunch with Chaeryeong in a while, let’s talk later?”

Nayeon sighed. 

“Sure, love. Say hi to Chaer for me”.

She took a look at the colors that the sun painted on the clouds and smiled softly at them. At least you were both under the same sky.

Nayeon arrived at her hotel room a couple of hours later. She went to have dinner at a fancy restaurant with Momo and Chaeyoung and spent a while shopping around the city. Her mind relaxed for a moment and she forgot about all her responsibilities while enjoying a short time out.

She took a seat in front of her mirror and prepared herself to take her makeup off. As she did so, she video called you to see your face before going to bed.

“My love,” you said, while you were trying to place the phone against the flower vase on the table of your shared apartment, trying to make it stand.

She smiled widely at the sight of you with a bowl of what seemed to be cereal. A sandwich on a plate next to it. For a second it felt like she was back home.

“Unnie!” a voice shouted in the back, “I’m taking good care of Y/N so you don’t have to worry!”

Chaeryeong. 

Nayeon’s smile faded away slowly.

“I thought you were going out for brunch,” Nayeon said, grabbing a piece of cotton dipped in micellar water.

“Oh, no, no,” Chaeryeong replied before you, “I decided to cook something here and let Y/N have a little taste of what I can do”.

Nayeon gulped. That didn’t have a double meaning, did it?

“How was your day, babe?” you asked, noticing how her mood had changed due to Chaeryeong’s answer.

“Fine, I got us matching bracelets for our second anniversary. I wanted it to be a surprise but I’m just too excited,” she said, her wide smile returning to her face as she left the cotton pad on the drawer bringing the phone closer to her face.

“Beautiful,” you whispered. 

She blushed at the comment even if she was expecting it.

“Unnie, I’m going to the store real quick to get more milk, do you need anything?”

You shook your head and Chaeryeong grabbed your keys before making her way out.

“She’s driving your car?” Nayeon asked, raising an eyebrow at the action.

“Babe,” you said, dragging out your words. “You’re not mad she’s spending time with me, are you?”

“Am I mad that the girl who used to have the biggest crush on you only happens to hang out with you when I’m not around?” she asked sarcastically, tapping her index finger on her chin repeatedly. “What do you think?”

You chuckled. “I love you, alright? She’s just being the friendly kid she is. I know I’m like a sister to her”.

Nayeon rolled her eyes. “You’re mine, alright? I don’t share”.

“I know, 100% yours”.

She smirked at your words. “Now show me what you’re wearing”.

“Im Nayeon!” you shouted, “she’s going to be back any minute!”

She chuckled at your reaction. “I’ll call you before you go to bed, be ready for me, alright?”

#twice x reader #twice x f!reader #nayeon x reader #nayeon x f!reader #nayeon imagine #nayeon scenario #soulkeeper801

[javipispunk]

Burn the Breeze {Obi-Wan Kenobi}

Part Nine | Previous Part

Summary: Modern AU where Obi-Wan (Ben) and Anakin are sheriffs that come to your small town to take down the corrupt rancher Dooku.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!reader

Warnings: angst, injury, anxiety, fluff, alcohol mentioned, anakin being a lil shit

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: sorry its been a hot min work has been insane and i’m lowkey burnt out. also completely forgot where i was gonna go with this story so thats not helpful oh well

You felt like you were in limbo. You were caught up in some insane plot and apparently now your life was on the line. But on the other hand you really had no idea what was going on. The sheriffs were keeping their mouths shut but you had a sense they were beginning to place a lot of the puzzle pieces together.

And then there was Ben. He was so gentle with you. It felt like through his stern sheriff persona he managed to keep a soft spot for you. You really really liked him. His gorgeous ocean blue eyes were driving you insane and the way he looked at you with such concern made your heart soar.

Ben and Cody had informed you that you would be staying with Ben for the time being. You started blushing like crazy when they told you, your cheeks were so red you looked like you’d been caught in the snow for hours.

“What about the farm?” You asked. It couldn’t just sit there unattended for who knows how long. You still had work to do.

Nobody really had a good answer for that. Ben offered his protection if you had to go into the fields for a couple hours but Cody gave him a look that said that that was not a good idea. Ben was incredibly busy and it seemed inconceivable for him to have time to sit in a tractor with you or help you cut flowers all day.

Part of you was still mad at him though for not answering you. It seemed easy to blame him for your moment of recklessness.

“You have to stay here for the rest of the day until I can take you back to mine.” Ben said.

It was only 11 am. It had already been such a long day and you just wanted to go home and take a nap.

“How long will you be?”

“I’m not quite sure yet.” You looked down. Then he pointed to a small cell in the corner. “It’s not much but there's a cot in there if you wanna sleep for a little bit. You look exhausted.”

“Cause I am exhausted,” you chuckled. You really were going to take him up on the offer until you glanced at the cot. It looked like a blue version of those awful wrestling floor mats they have in every highschool’s gym.

Ben saw your disgruntled face. “It’s the best I can offer dear.” Dear. He called you dear. You still hadn’t entirely calmed down and that one word was sending you into a tizzy. You wondered if Ben had any idea what he did to you.

As he was walking away you remembered you had to take hay to that farmer tomorrow.

“Wait. Ben.” He turned around. “I have to take hay to a rancher first thing tomorrow. What am I supposed to do?”

He thought for a moment. “How long will it take?”

“Half hour?”

“I’ll come with you. I really don’t know much about farming. It would be nice to see you in your element.”

You giggled.

Then he said, “Get some rest. That's a problem for tomorrow.”

It was difficult to fall asleep. The cot was uncomfortable and you felt creeped out being in a jail cell. But you were so exhausted that sleep did eventually come.

You woke up in a panic. It was one of those naps where it felt like you were back in middle school and if you didn’t get up you were gonna miss the bus. You had no idea how long you’d been asleep for. When you looked at your phone however you were amazed to see it had been three hours. Damn you felt shot. Even then you fell bored very quickly, there was nothing to do. You kinda wanted to poke around the sheriff’s office but thought better of it. Someone could walk in at any moment. Nobody did though. It was another hour and a half until Anakin walked in. He had a woman with him. She was petite and her eyes were the same coffee color as her hair.

Anakin tensed at the sight of you. You looked like crap but you knew that that's not why he looked at you so wearily. He then pointed at the bandage on your forehead.

“I got into an accident,” was all you said.

“I already heard. I told you how dangerous this case is.”

“Then don’t tell me again.” You looked at the woman and raised your eyebrows. Anakin took the hint and introduced you and her.

“This is Padmé.” Oh. The senator. You didn’t recognize her, that just went to show how much you paid attention to politics.

“I’m sorry to hear you’re all caught up in this too,” you said to her.

She nodded. “Yes, well sadly not all battles are fought peacefully.” Even in normal conversation she sounded like a politician. With her you didn’t think that that was such a bad thing though.

“Do you know when Ben will be back?” you asked. You weren’t trying to make Anakin laugh but he did. It was crazy to see how quickly his mood could change. From sour to sweet within seconds. You were known to be like that too but it was hard seeing it in another person. It made you think too much about yourself.

“Your boyfriend will be here shortly,” he snickered.

You didn’t take the bait. No, Ben was not your boyfriend but you knew if you denied it too vehemently it would only make Anakin egg you on more. You did roll your eyes at him though.

After a few moments Ben came in through the door. You sucked in a deep breath. He still made your heart beat faster every time his baby blues looked into your own eyes. But you were also glad to see him for other reasons. You were dying to leave, your back hurt from the crash and the cot and your head was starting to throb again. Ben could tell.

“Well come on. I know you wanna get outta here and we’ve got a long drive.” he said. You bid farewell to Anakin and Padmé and made your way out the door and down the stairs with Ben following closely behind.

When you got to his Bronco he opened the passenger side door for you. You giggled. “I guess chivalry ain’t quite dead then is it?”

“Oh shush,” he responded.

As cheesy as the action was, you thought it was cute. You hoisted yourself up even though your body was begging you not to. He climbed in on the drivers side and started up the vehicle. Once you were off and going he reached over with his right hand and grabbed your left. It felt so natural, neither of you said anything. The way he had reached towards you with such familiarity made it seem like he’d done it thousands of times before. He let go briefly to change the radio station. It was on some sports station. But you were so in your head at this point you weren’t even really paying attention to what was playing.

“What do you want to listen to?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Anything really.” You weren’t picky. He flipped it to a country station.

It was another 15 minutes before he spoke again. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You giggled again. “I can’t even tell you the last time someone asked me that.” He gave your hand a squeeze. “I’m tired.”

“I know you are,” he said. “But what are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours?”

Honestly you were thinking about what it would be like to walk into Ben's house, what the exterior looked like. You were wondering how long you’d have to stay there for and if you’d want to stay longer even if you didn’t have to. You were thinking about his large calloused hands and how they would feel on the parts of your body he hadn’t touched yet. You also wanted a drink. So you decided to tell him that.

“I was thinking about what kind of liquor you have.” You laughed, it was a little forced though.

“Well I’m a man who lives by himself in Wyoming so it’s mostly beer and whiskey.”

“Of course it is.” You paused. “Can we pick something up?”

He squeezed your hand and then brought it to his lips. As he spoke you could feel his breath on your still raised hand.

“Anything for you,” he proclaimed.

#obi wan x reader #star wars au #star wars fanfiction #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #ben kenobi x reader

[tenebrius-excellium]

Book 10 - How To Seize A Dragon’s Jewel Liveblog

WHAT A BOOK (so far, I’m at 2 of 5.5 hours)

Valhallarama finally makes an appearance! Although an odd one.

The Deadly Shadow clearly served as inspiration for the Zippleback, for Toothless and for the Light Fury. The bat-like behavior, the turning invisible in the clouds??? Aaaaaaaahhhh...just imagine if Toothless had been able to change color too!!

The Windwalker smells like drinking chocolate what?

“But sometimes the bravest thing a hero has to do is not fighting monsters and cheating death and witches, it is facing the consequences of his own actions.” that got me

awwww Hiccup really seems to have changed a lot. He’s growing up!

Baggybum telling Snotlout “I am ashamed to be your father” that hurts

Snotlout: “Ashamed of me? I should be ashamed of you, and you should be proud that I am a Chief! You were never a Chief, Baggy, wwere ya? You are not really Chief material!” Somehow, that response felt strong in the moment tho???

Warty McSmelly, your waistcoat is on fire XDDDD

YO. Excellinor stares at Hiccup. does she recognize him mm. DOES SHE

EGGINGARDE. MY PRECIOUS BABY. PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS

I like Eggingarde. Why has she never been mentioned anywhere by the fandom???? I didn’t know she exists!!! She’s so cuuuuuuuute!!! Also I am unapologetically shipping her with Fishlegs??? *EDIT: they’re kids they’re kids I forgot I’m so sorry

Her bedtime horror story is a little lengthy though, isn’t it

yo, Eggingarde’s story was really grim O_O

THE HOPEFULL PUFFIN TWOOOOOOOOOOOO

“We may be slaves, but we can still be the best slaves we can be” this book is DRIPPING with the good lines...!!!!

“And then something unexpected happened. Gobber the Belch stepped forward, calmly wrestled Snotlout’s whip from him, broke it in half, and gave it back to him.” LOL

STOICK IS CHIEF AGAIN YASSSSS

GOBBER FLIPS SNOTLOUT’S YOT OVER HAHAHAHAHA

“.....and now I’m going to break it some more” Gobber is SUCH A BADASS

GOBBER EDUCATING SNOTLOUT ON THE CONSEQUENCES OF HIS ACTIONS REGARDING CHIEFTAINSHIP IS EVERYTHING THAT’S THE BEST LESSON I’VE HEARD IN A WHILE DUDE

I’m sorry I don’t know how to spell ‘yot’

I love how Cressida constantly mentions the presence or absence of birds in her storytelling. That detail seems to be important to her whenever she’s being descriptive. Having been to Scotland before, they’re certainly a prominent part of the landscape. I vividly remember almost getting a hole pecked in my skull by a raging mad seabird once because I was walking too close to its nest - the critter did not hesitate to go right for my head with its beak!! Also, I feel like there really isn’t much other wildlife apart from sheep and the ugliest sea stars you’ve ever seen. So, ya. Birds. They’re a thing.

Ohmygosh Stoick gives Hiccup that Great Hall talk he had with Gobber about doing what you’re told instead of questioning everything. Hnnnnghhhh that’s awesome. I love the dynamic of that talk to this day.

“I just did what I was told, I followed the traditions, I stuck to the Barbaric code!” I respect this generational thing actually. Because it’s real. It’s a real problem too. And I’d genuinely give money to find out where this attitude came from. Like, what made Stoick’s generation - the generation of our parents - behave and believe like they do.

I had this part on repeat for like 3 times because it was so good

look tbh the swordfight against Stoick and the Test Drive sequence from Book 9 still haunt me...

“...the old order broken, all because of my son Hiccup and his questions.” Silence. “Can you blame me for being angry with my son?” Gosh the shame. The blame of being Httyd1′s Hiccup. I feel it all over again and it’s glorious.

“And yet...was he actually brave to ask this question? Was he right to ask this question? Was it even a question worth losing a world for? So, the answer to your question, McJelly, is yes. I am the father of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. I am hoping against hope that somewhere out there he is safe and well, and I am proud to be his father. Even though I don’t always agree with his questions, and I do not yet know whether they were worth the loss of the world I loved.” WOW. Best stuff Stoick ever said. Also the “I’m proud to call you my son” moment from the movie. Auuuuuughhhhh.

The pessimism and hopelessness and the spite with which Hiccup is continuing to live nevertheless is sorta catching on. It hasn’t paid off yet. That’s disturbing, because it’s getting old. There needs to be a final win. Soon.

Anyway, that’s it from me so far! 

#will make new posts for the next parts because this is already very long #reddie's liveblog #how to seize a dragon's jewel #I'm TWO HOURS IN and they haven't found the jewel yet #WHAT is going on #this book is 5.5 hours long! #wherethekiteflies #httyd books #httyd books fandom #I could use some reactions to this - feel free to interact!

[farrahda5hy]

Hey

Favourite fall out boy songs??

Woof…I’ve been a FOB since I was 11 years old circa 2005, so it really hard to say I have an all time favorite song. From an objective standpoint from watching the evolution of the band, I think Infinity on High is the best album they’ve released (this was before SMFS came out. I will have to rerank but I imagine SMFS will be in the top three/for and maybe IOH will be bumped down one or switch with FUTC)

I think the beauty of being a longtime fan is that your favorite song also changes and stays the same as you get older. Because growing up it’s like being a Matrioshka doll of your former selves.

I am always singing “Thriller” because it reminds me so much of being an early teenager since Folie à Deux didn’t come out until the end of my freshman year. But “Gold Shipped Standard” is the song on Folie that’s underrated imo but I think it’s the truth it kinda that era. It’s the weird uncertainty of what’s going to happens it’s the desperation of having a voice but not have the courage or being kept from using it (which being a teen is all about sometimes especially being a teenager of color).

When Save Rock and Roll came out, I was in my sophomore year of college (technically would have been second semester if freshman year), so “Where Did the Party Go” and “Miss Missing You” were very much my jams. I don’t listen to that album as much because….i just don’t. Part of me still see it was the post hiatus album, but I think it’s also just kinda a moment in time that you kinda just think about fondly or something. I think the album being the first post hiatus album gets so clouded that I think I was just so happy they were back….fuck that I just remembered “Phoenix” best song (but also Young Volcanoes because I’m a Pete girlie and I love Patrick’s laugh in that song also umm Rat a Tat Tat.)

AB/AP I was studying abroad, and I was so upset that I thought I wouldn’t be able to hear that album. But I think other than Centuries (because I loved the Song “Tom’s diner” and the bass solo after the bridge still gives me the ASMR tingles to this day and even thinking about it gives me tingles), the song I listened to the most was the “Fourth of July” and “Immortals”. Those are still up there. I didn’t like Favorite Record when the album came out and skipped over it. But I appreciate that song now that I’m older. “Irresistible” has my favorite music video. I love the videos where the band is doing dumb shit, and I just love Andy in that video. Special shoutout to “Twin Skeletons” and “Jet Pack Blues.” FUCK EVERYTHING I JUST SAID UMA THURMAN! Best song! Best bass! Best summer fun! Good video! Yeah. I loved the Boyz of Zummer tour. Had a good time.

MANIA there are no misses on the album honestly. It was all good. But “Sunshine Riptide” is my favorite song on the album. “Stay Frosty”, “Church” and “Hold me Tight or Don’t” are tied for third.

SMFS there are also no misses on the album. Currently, my most sung while I’m out and don’t have music are “Fake Out” “Heaven, Iowa” and “SMFS.” Honorable mentions for “Baby Annihilation”

I literally was able to buy Clandestine Industries merch for the first time, and my inner selves were so hella impressed.

Also for FUCT: “Sugar” hold the #1 space mostly because it was on the radio playing early Saturday morning in May for the first time in Maryville, TN, and Patrick’s voice literally woke me up out of a deep sleep, and I was like “Who is this!?” Literally was so mad they didn’t say who it was because it was Saturday and then the radio hosts on Monday morning played the song again and I was like “it’s the song!” Fun Fact; the hosts were trying to figure out whether the lyric was “loaded God complex” or “loaded gun complex.”

I forgot Take this to your grave because I think at the time I found out FOB had another album before FUTC (I think this was between FUTC and IOH or slightly after IOH) but “Dead on arrival” “Saturday” (which makes me so happy that it’s their like encore or finisher song) and “Calm Before the Storm”

I will spare you the two EPs because this is just memory lane for me at this point unless you’re curious.

#fall out boy #asked and answered #thank you so much I literally was thinking about this today

[lonely-layla]

𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝

Keaya Alberich x Gn!Reader

⚠️Tw: self harm!

Summary: Y’all are getting intimate and he finds your healed self harm scars on your wrists. He begins kissing them and caressing them while fucking you.

» [Scars to Your Beautiful] «

2:27 ─〇───── 3:43

“And you don’t have to change a thing the world could change it’s heart. No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful”

Nsfw under cut

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You were on cloud nine with this man. You loved him so much, probably as much as you loved you. You kissed him turning it into a make out session. His slim fingers when to your waist moving your body on top of him. Him laying on the bed under you taking off your shirt. You forgot to put foundation on your scars that day but since you were o the heat of the moment that was not the slightest thing in your mind. You top was off. Him breaking the kiss with you and looking into your eyes.

God you loved his eye so much. His blue shimmering beautiful eye. He goes down to kiss your hand when he sees the light colored strips of flesh scattered in your arm. Your face loses color when you see him stare at them. “I-, I just-, it wasn’t-” you stumble your words trying to think of an excuse. That was the only thing you knew. Anyone finds out about your scars? Deny,make up any excuse you can, run away and hide. It was a natural response at this point. “When did this happen?” He asks you looking straight up at you holding your hand softly. You weren’t expecting this kind of response. You were expecting yelling, screaming, crying, anything other than how he responded. “How dare you do something like that to yourself!” Or “if you hurt yourself again, I’m gonna hurt me” or maybe even just the plain and simple “what the fuck is wrong with you!!”. You never excepted him to be as calm as he was. “I-, I didn’t-, it was a while ago” you start to explain to him.

“Why haven’t I ever seen these before? I’ve seen your arm many times before. was this recently?” He asks genuinely confused. “No these have been here before we started dating. I cover them up with foundation almost everyday.” You continue explaining trying to pull your arm away. But his hand grip just got tighter every time you tried. “I forgot to today. And look what happened. Your probably really mad right now” you feel tears in your eyes. You were afraid of this day. You didn’t want to live if. But it had to come. You were afraid of what he would do or how he would react. The thought of him breaking up with you because of this made you cry harder than you ever had before.

“No no, honey, please don’t cry, it’s going to be okay” he wipe the tears from your face, caressing your cheeks softly. He plants a kiss onto your lips holding you tightly. You cry more into his arms. God you love him so much, he was too good for you. You never thought you would end up with such a kind man like him. “I love you so much y/n. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I didn’t have you. As long as your here right now. That’s all that matters” he reassure you, rubbing your back bringing you a sort of comfort. He resumes the make out session taking his pants off stroking his cock, letting out a shaky sigh. “See this cock darling~, already so hard from just looking at you~ in need it inside of you” he huffs out stroking it a little faster leaking the pre-cum come out of the tip.

You already had your pants off so now your just wearing you half damp panties. He slowly pushed it in groaning and letting out hard huffs feeling you around him. “Fuck~ your so tight sweetheart, mmm~” he groaned shoving it all in watching you squirm under him. He begins his slow thrusts letting out deep moans. You could just get off from his moans if you wanted to. He grabs your right arm tracing your scars with his thumb. He reaches down and presses sloppy kisses on each and every one of your scars. “Your so beautiful, every single part of you is gorgeous. Your so strong making it through your hard times. Your so beautiful right taking me all in~” he tells you from the bottom of his heart. He just makes your heart melt by how much he loves you.

You start to come to you climax your moans progressively getting louder feeling his hard cock poke at your g spot. He pulls your left arm up to kiss the scars in that hand with the same treatment. “Cum with me honey~ I’m almost there~ ngh~ agh~” his thrust getting sloppier making him completely lose his mind.you both finally come to your climaxes riding your orgasms out. He slips out of you turning over on his back cuddling you onto his chest. “Listen, I love you for the way you are now. Nothing will ever change my mind about you.from the day we met, I still and I will continue to love you. Exactly the way you are. Your perfect y/n” He reassures you again and hugs you so tight.

“You are the one for me darling~”

#genshin impact #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich #Genshin impact smut #smut #x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader

[ikeromantic]

hiii don’t know if requests are still open but if they are can we get some Jonah during his route with an s/o (she or they pronouns are fine) who’s goth with a kinda creepy cute aesthetic and is very like, takes no bs from him? lmao like she’s not afraid to be defiant and argue and has a very “okay then fight me about it, scrub” attitude.

This was a cute idea! I picked the first date Jonah and Alice go on in Chapter 3 of the route. Approx. 2100 words.

Jonah ignored the queasy uncertainty that churned in his chest. This was not his first date, not the first woman that would surely swoon at his attention. Even if Alice was nothing like the women he’d gone out with before. She had none of the graces of a Cradle-born noble, and she had a certain defiance in her that was . . . surprising. But he was sure he could overcome it. Of course he could. He was, after all, the Queen of Hearts.

He met her in the Central Quarter at the square. He studied her for a moment. The arrogant tilt of her head, the tension in her jaw. She looked angry. The expression was oddly beautiful on her, with her cotton-candy colored lips and dramatic eyelashes. At least today she was wearing something other than the black lace she’d arrived in. 

The top was brightly colored, with cute little bears at the hem. Well, he thought they were cute until he realized they were all flipping him off. Cute little angry bears then. A bit like her. The skirt she wore was short by Cradle standards, but her stockings covered her legs well enough. They had little paw prints up the sides, leading his eye up her calf to her thigh to her - Jonah cleared his throat. 

“Hello Alice. You look well! It’s a beautiful day, don’t you think?” The casual small talk rolled from his tongue with perfect diction as he walked over to greet her. He could not help but notice she stood taller than he today in the heeled boots she wore. 

She shrugged and gave him a once over like she couldn’t care less.

Miffed and a little intimidated, Jonah drew himself up as he got closer to her. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you so rude that you won’t even greet me?”

Alice rolled her eyes. “Should I curtesy too?”

“It wouldn’t hurt.”

That got a laugh out of her, a sweet sound at odds with her fierceness. “Fine.” She gave him a little wave. “It’s not good to see you but you’re here! Is that better?”

Jonah took a breath. This was going to be harder than he thought. “Well, at least I can see you tried.” He decided to pull out advanced tactics. He took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, looking up at her through his eyelashes with a never-failed sultry expression.

Alice looked either surprised or angry, her eyes wide and her lips parted.

He decided to go with surprised. After all, no woman had ever been angry over such a romantic gesture. “I bet I know why you forgot to say hello.” Jonah gave her a sknowing smile. “It happens all the time. Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of time to gaze longingly at me today. Our date has only just begun.”

She snatched her hand back and glared at him. “I wasn’t staring longingly. I was checking you for weapons, you scrub. And don’t touch me without asking first!”

Jonah felt a moment’s confusion. That was not how this scene went. She was supposed to look flattered. Flustered. Infatuated with him. “It’s a standard kiss of greeting. I don’t need permission for that.” He studied her face and then smirked. “You don’t need to blush over it.”

“I’m not blushing.” She rubbed the back of her hand as if to remove any trace of his lips.

“Oh? Then why are your cheeks flushed?”

“Because I’m pissed.” She narrowed her eyes. 

“Pissed?”

Alice made a hiss of annoyance. “Mad. Angry. Get it?”

Jonah took a step back. “Why would you be mad that the Queen of Hearts has taken a special interest in you?” He genuinely could not understand her. This was every girl’s dream. He was the most handsome, the most charming noble in Cradle. 

She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides and she mumbled a few things Jonah was glad he couldn’t quite catch. Then she looked at him again, faintly grimacing. “Look. You can say hello without touching. No grabby-hands, no kisses.”

“I can try to remember that, if it’s not too much of a bother.” Jonah decided her strangeness lay in more than just her choice of clothing and makeup. She was odd, all the way through, and he found that intriguing. He’d expected to be bored today, but it seemed Alice would keep him entertained. 

He smiled at her and offered his arm. “I’ve ordered us a carriage. It should be here soon.”

“Why? Where are we going?” She did not accept his arm. She crossed hers just under the rise of her breasts and stared at him with suspicion.

“Someplace you’ll like.” Jonah let his arm fall back to his side. So far, his usual charms were ineffective but this next move was a guaranteed success. Alice would be swooning in no time. “I want you to put yourself in my capable hands from now until nightfall, Alice.”

The carriage pulled up a moment later, and they got in. She didn’t say anything on the ride to the shopping quarter. Her gaze stayed on the passing scenery.

Jonah watched her as she watched the city go by. She was rather pretty in profile, he thought. Her features were interesting, and her style accentuated them as if she were proud of those differences. She was bold and arrogant and infuriating, moreso than he expected. But he found himself looking forward to the challenge.

They arrived at the shopping district and got out. Alice looked around as if nervous. 

He pointed to one of his favorite couturiers. “Let’s start there.”

“What are we doing here?”

“Pardon?” He tilted his head, unsure if this was more sarcasm or genuine confusion. “Do you really have to ask?” 

Her lips thinned to a line. “I already did, didn’t I?”

Jonah sighed. “I’m taking you shopping. I’m buying you a whole new wardrobe.”

She looked up at the shop window. Lacy gowns in red and blue, yellow sundresses with flower patterns, and other expensive items were draped on display. “I guess we can take a look.” Alice pushed the door open and went in without waiting. 

“Queen Jonah! It’s a pleasure to see you.” The shop owner hurried over, hands fluttering in the air at his sides. 

Alice gave them both an eye roll and continued on to peruse the hangers. She plucked at one dress made from a pink fabric with little bunnies stitched into the hem. “This one.” She walked a little further and picked another, a confection of shiny silvered tulle. 

Jonah smiled. He knew it. Every girl fell for gifts. They couldn’t help it. 

The shop assistant took each item she picked and carried it to the fitting room. They would try each gown on, making notes and adjustments, and then create a dress tailored to Alice. 

After making several interesting selections, the two women disappeared into the changing area. 

Jonah waited impatiently without. He would need to assist Alice in making the right choices for her coloring, shape, and current fashions (of which he was certain she was ignorant!). But on the bright side, she would look fit to walk beside him now. Not that she looked bad in her choice of clothing but . . . unusual. He was interested to see if she looked as pretty in other clothes.

Giggles came from the dressing room, and other distressing sounds. Rustling fabric, a hissed ‘ouch’ and several thumps and bumps. The shop owner exchanged an uncertain look with Jonah. 

Finally, the shop assistant came out. She was grinning from ear to ear, her hair and clothes mussed from the work. Alice followed.

It took Jonah a full minute of silent study to understand what she was wearing. Alice had just the bodice on from the bunny dress, turning it into a - a delicate pink bra with little bunnies running under her breasts. Her belly was bare, save for the glimmer of a small crystal skull at the bellybutton (and when had she gotten that, he wondered). The skirt was some amalgamation of two other dresses in shades of blue and grey, with an uneven hem that drifted behind her. One leg was practically bare and that was when he realized her modest legging were thigh high stockings with little kittens on the clasps. And the tulle she’d chosen was reworked into a fluffy capelet that stood out from her back like a little silver wing. 

“Left you speechless, hm?” She sauntered forward, still wearing her heeled boots. 

Jonah licked his lips. “It’s ridiculous!” She was gorgeous in it. “You can’t be serious.” He wanted to buy it for her. Not just to seduce her, which was the job, but because it suited her. 

Alice rolled her eyes. “What? Should I wear a fussy suit instead, blondie?”

“My hair is not blonde!”

“Fine. Silvie. Better?”

He cleared his throat, feeling flustered. “No. You should address me as Queen, Jonah, or Queen Jonah.” He smoothed his vest. “And my uniform is not . . . fussy. Now. If that’s the outfit you’ve chosen I’ll arrange-”

“Oh, I’m not buying it. I told Jane we just wanted to play around a bit.” She poked at one of the gleaming bodice clasps. “It was fun, but I’m not taking it home.” Alice turned on her heel and went back to the changing room with the shop assistant - Jane - in tow.

Jonah realized he’d never asked for the shop assistant’s name. That didn’t matter though. What did matter was that this first attempt failed. Next up was a jewelry shop. She didn’t want to buy anything there either, though she and the jewelry designer had a good time talking about belly rings and - and nipple piercings. Jonah blushed just thinking about what he overheard. 

Then there was the shoe shop - less blush inducing but no less frustrating. She didn’t let him buy a single thing. Worse, she acted almost offended at the idea. And now he found himself back in the carriage with no progress to show, despite all his efforts. “You turned down all my amazing presents. What’s wrong with you? You’re not reacting the right way!”

“I think I’m reacting exactly the way I should.” Alice crossed her arms and glared at Jonah. “I don’t accept expensive gifts from people I just met.”

“What? Why not?” He felt completely confused by her reaction. She made no sense and he absolutely took back every nice thought he’d had about her that day. “I was only trying to make you happy. I don’t understand you at all.”

“Stop pouting.” Alice tapped his nose. 

Jonah tried to slap her hand away but missed. “I’m not pouting.” He sighed. “Anyway. There’s one more thing I’m not pleased about.” 

“Pffft. What?”

He frowned. “You haven’t smiled at me a single time today. Only at the shop assistants and the clerks and every one else. But not for me and I’m the one you’re on a date with!”

“You must be joking.” She leaned forward as if waiting for the punchline but when none came, she went on. “Why should I be happy about being coerced to go on a date with you?”

Jonah smirked. “That should be obvious.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “You should smile because I want you to. And look me in the eye when I -” He didn’t get to finish. 

Alice pushed him away with a curse. “What did I say about no touching without asking? Are you thick or what?”

For a moment he was stunned. No one pushed him away. He was the Queen! He was - he was - was sorry he’d pissed her off again. The expression on her face was positively dangerous. “I . . . got carried away,” he said stiffly. 

Something in her expression softened. “Ok. Just don’t do it again. You want to put hands on me, you have to ask.”

Jonah swallowed. “Alright. May I take your hand then?”

She thought about it for longer than he liked, but eventually she nodded. 

He took her hand. “As I was trying to tell you . . . I want you to look me in the eye when you talk to me. I want you to look only at me and I’m going to make sure you don’t have a chance to look away.”

“Then you’ve got your work cut out for you.” That was when Alice finally smiled. At him. It was a challenging grin, wicked and sweet all at once, and he felt as if, for just a moment, that he could not breathe.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev jonah #jonah clemence #goth MC #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

[unsleepingtales]

Burrow’s End 3!

Starting this at midnight, will likely pause at some point and finish tomorrow morning :)

Yayyy new party name

And new british thing! How did we get to #36 already?

Just now realizing that these people are the reason that ‘famously’ has entered my lexicon

Yeah they all leveled up A Lot

Character makeup!!

What’s going on with Viola. The makeup has me concerned.

YESSSSS Lila arcane trickster rogue my fucking BELOVED I’m not just saying that bc I’m currently playing an arcane trickster I’m not biased at all what are you talking about

Oh I was so caught up in the arcane trickster stuff that I forgot an important lore thing was happening lemme go back and watch it

God those tongues were horrible

Aabria’s hair looks really nice in this episode

The way we declare things like sidebar in my home game is by loudly saying PAUSE and it’s funny every time

Present tense???

“I’m not him, but I’m here” jesus man

I’m reading way too far into everything but the fact that Jasper’s scar makeup has moved is interesting to me. Why. Was this just artistic choice? Is this indicative of a character thing? Idk

Swifter than the sun faster than the hills oh babe

You’re trying to be good and make your uncle happy but also cult. Be careful babe.

Ooh Erika’s makeup and hair are really cool

Look, check it out :D

Full macbeth

YES I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT THAT

Ohhh their colors. Everyone in earth tones except for Rashawn/Viola. Brennan/Tula and the kids in lighter colors, Erika/Ava in darker tones and shades of grey. Jasper/Thorn in dark tones but also blue. God this is why I love costuming. So cool.

Latin?? Dura Mater, Pia Mater

Children?? Prophetic vision??

“It always is what it is” cmon man

How does this cis man so deeply understand what being a daughter is and distill it so perfectly

Am I detecting some envy in having a husband who listens?

Oop

A mErRy BaNd

Ohhh the warning in saying that something she’s interested in is also one of their mother’s interests. That’s a family thing.

Custom background called stoat mom. Full long rest in short amount of time would be such a good feat and make so much sense for it.

Sometimer’s 😭

Funeral rite for the bear oh my god

Oh tears. Just tears.

TWENTY SEVEN INSIGHT

So many of your deeper thoughts must be put away for the sake of moving forward.

Oooooof

Familial duty is such a mindfuck

The FACE

Awww Ava backstory a bit <3

Thompson’s gonna make partner!

The white mascara is such a good touch it really makes the look

Ooh lore time

HAZMAT SUIT

Testing your power through blind fury? Super duper safe.

Let’s hear it for making bad rolls work within the plot!

Augh

Oh yeah this has all been ONE DAY

Healthy coping mechanism!

That was excellent

Speaking of their long rest. I’m gonna go to sleep. I’ll finish the ep in the morning! (Editor's note: I did not. I finished it the next evening. Such is life.)

Yes that is for real how sleep works and how I act when something insane happened in the middle of the night that I couldn’t deal with in the moment

Effective lessons in communication!

OOF

She wants to save her familyyyy

Siblings!

Those aren’t transferable 💀

No one should be mad at anyone, so if you’re ever feeling mad… don’t.

GOOD ONES

Ooh Jaysohn level of Rogue!

I love the overlapping conversations

Izzy and Siobhan are so good at embodying children’s randomness

Izzy WHAT

He’s a cool dude, he’s just being weird right now

Character choices :D

Ooooh the music being so heavily electronic is so interesting to me

Follow your instincts towards the Light?

Why would it have been bulgarian babe

Jesus

Oh that’s actually such a good way to explain that

Love a shenan!

Solid pigeon impression

Yeah a cult leader would have a +9 to performance wouldn’t he

I feel like this should be a wisdom save or smth to not go insane at what’s happening to him rn

W h a t

He is actually so cursed

WOOOOOOO

Oh that is HITTING

She’s so TIRED

Oooh okay next week looks Wild can't wait

#reactions #verbal component #burrow’s end #burrow's end

[winderlylandchime]

1/3 We are officially on season 3! And it is a lot and I’m not even sorry for how long this one is because he went through a rollercoaster. And it did start with me starting the ep and then yelling ‘WAIT NO IM MOT READY!’ And then he went to get him Team Brian shirt..this is my actual life now. Anyway: ‘I swear I didn’t touch the tv! I don’t know why it’s without color. (I let him know it’s the ep) oh, well now i feel silly. What’s going on? HOLY FUCKING MOTHER OF SHIT AND HELL! HE JUST PUNCHED HIM! HE FUCKING DID IT! I HAVE WAITED MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE FOR THIS MOMENT! OH THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL! FUCK YEAH! FINALLY!! FUCKING FINALLY! *takes the remote and proceeds to rewind it three more times* Oh that was beautiful, i have never felt more alive than in this exact moment. What a beautiful punch! Oh i can tell he himself has wanted to do that for a while…wait why did he do it though? Hold up, i gotta calm down, this made my heart run a marathon’ He paused the tv on Mikeys face falling on the ground and is just staring at it while the biggest smile on his face and then very softly he whispered to himself “again.” ‘ohhhhhh Mad Dog Kinney? I fuck with that. BUT WHAT DID HE DO?! I mean what didn’t he do. But like what happened. Oh fuck, i forgot he narrates this thing…why is he doing that when nobody watches or cares for him? Should the actors who play Brian and Justin narrate? Can he stop talking? Yes please show me what the fuck just happened but now, do it in color!’ I’ve never seen him this happy. ‘NO NO NO NOT THE FUCKING PARTY AGAIN! HAVEN’T I SUFFERED ENOUGH?! Oh look it’s Brian *brian drives off* nevermind.’ The sound that just came out of this mans mouth at the sight of Justin in Ethans bed and the violin music is actually insane. ‘SHOVE THAT FUCKING TAMBOURINE UP YOUR ASS! *pauses tv on naked ethan playing violin and puts his head in his hands and elbows on his knees* UGHHHHHHHHH WHY GOD WHY ME?! *plays ep and ethan says he promised to serenade him awake, immediately hits pause again and burst into laughter and then plays it again* EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW..oh he got him a rose and chocolate for breakfast..what a fucking idiot. Oh he can’t believe he’s finally here? what a fucking weasel and a cheater! I hate them both right now. This *flaps his hand towards ethan and justin* is worse than…quick what’s something really bad? Well whatever! It’s worse than that’ He is sitting on the couch and he just started slowly sliding off of it and is hiding his his face behind his hand. (justin says he can’t stay) ‘haha nobody wants to be around you. He has to pick up his stuff. Where is he gonna live? Debbie’s? Is THAT HOW THEY GET BACK TOGETHER? *mocks ethan* what if he’s there..dude, you fucked him, you stole him and you’re STILL insecure.. i mean good but cmon. YOU DONT CARE CAUSE YOURE WITH HIM? Oh fuck you Justin. SHOVE THAT ROSE UP YOUR ASS! I would die if he stabs Justin with a thorn now. THEY DONT MAKE RAGE ANYMORE? FUCK YOU JUSTIN’ He genuinely sounds like someone is torturing him because he keeps groaning and going ‘ugh!’ Every few seconds. ‘Who do you think you are to just come into his loft? Oh he’s really gonna pack it away whi- OMG HES FUCK- wait that’s them. Didn’t that happen in season 1? Wait this looks the same but different, did they just make ice cream fucking part of their Tuesday nights? Dude, I said it back then and I’ll say it again: hot but yeast infection waiting to happen! *pauses on Brian* HOW CAN HE LEAVE AND CHEAT ON THIS? You will never have that with the pianist! Oh so they’re just gonna show me all the times they fucked before he fucked it all up?’ And he went out to smoke. Honestly, he lasted longer than i expected. ‘I forgot about Emmett and Ted. I…I dont think I like it anymore..*looks at me curiously* are all you lesbians like this? Not knowing how to mind your business? Because this *flaps his hand towards mel and linds* is annoying. Their whole thing in this show is cheating and not minding their business’

He had to get his Team Brian t shirt… like he’s watching sports!! (Don’t people wear their team jerseys when they watch sports? I, myself, am not a sports watcher.)

Oh I forget he narrates the thing - SO RELATABLE. Why does Michael narrate the thing? Who’s idea was that?

The cringe of seeing Ethan with Justin and (more importantly) Justin with Ethan is a whole thing this season. Buckle up, brother anon.

“I would die if he stabs justin with a thorn now” UM, so just like wait a handful of episodes and we’ll get to Justin being stabbed with thorns.

Hot but yeast infection waiting to happen. I forgot we didn’t get his reactions to the earliest episodes. But yes, do not put sugar things in your sugar bits and bobs.

HOW CAN HE LEAVE AND CHEAT ON THIS. Indeed, inquiring minds want to know.

Mel and Linds give lesbians a bad name. The representation of wlw on this show was the worst.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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Jane’s Pets Chapter 18: Nowhere To Run

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Over the next few days, Dollie helps you get back to a relative normal. You still need help with just about everything, but now you spend time outside of your room and only lie in your bed at night. You have to be practically dragged around because Jane didn’t see a need to provide crutches, but you still move around the house and eat with everyone else, including Jane.

At first, you would try to hide behind Dollie, silently begging her to protect you. But Jane doesn’t seem to be trying as hard to make you uncomfortable. Maybe she’s giving you more time to recover. Or maybe you’re less of an exciting new toy, now.

Dollie hasn’t been allowed to talk to you again, but you feel like you’re getting better at reading her, if only a little. While before you had no idea what was going on in her head, now you have some idea.

Kit seems to be avoiding you, but it’s hard to tell when you both have a broken leg and can’t go anywhere without help. You mostly only see them at meals, before they ask Dollie to help them back to their room.

One time, Jane tells Dollie not to help, and Kit drags themself on their stomach back to their room using their arms. Your skin crawls.

You miss Kit. You’re worried they’re mad at you for trying to run. And for getting them punished because you tried to run. And for breaking their leg. And for not getting them water (you didn't tell them about that, but you can't guarantee Jane didn't).

“Is Kit mad at me?” you ask Dollie as the two of you play a card game Kit invented. She shakes her head without hesitation.

“Are they avoiding me?”

She nods.

You try to think of another yes or no question. “Do you think they’d get annoyed if I tried to talk to them about it?”

Dollie thinks for a moment, then shakes her head.

“Can you take me to their room?” Dollie nods and helps you down the hall to Kit’s room. You knock on the door.

“Kit? Can I talk to you?”

It takes Kit a while to answer, and you wonder if they’re asleep. Finally, they call “Yeah, come in.”

Dollie helps you into the room. Kit lies sprawled out on their bed, coloring in a coloring book.

Kit doesn’t give you a chance to speak. “This is about me avoiding you, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” You stare at the ground.

Kit sighs. “I… I wish Puppy could tell you so I didn’t have to. It’s just…” They trail off, seemingly distracted by their coloring.

You lean against Dollie even more. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I got you hurt and I broke your leg and I could’ve gotten you water but I didn’t and now you don’t want to be around me-“

Kit cuts you off. “It doesn’t have to do with any of that.”

“Then… why?”

They groan. “Just… I don’t know. Please don’t ask me to kill you again.”

“Oh. Yeah, okay. I… I won’t.”

Kit nods. “It’s not that you did anything wrong. You were scared and in pain and tired and you wanted it to stop. I understand. I just… I can’t handle listening to that sort of stuff. I’m sorry.”

To hear Kit admit to not being able to handle something shocks you to your core. They’re so much stronger than you. The idea that anything you could say would bother them seems unthinkable. They’re too tough for that. You’ve told them you hate them and they didn’t seem affected at all.

“It’s okay.” You mumble. “I’ll leave you alone, now.”

It’s worrying how easily you forgot Dollie was there, despite her literally holding you up. You need to get better about that, ask yes or no questions to make sure she’s included. Dollie helps you out of the room and plops you down on the couch.

“Thank you. I really appreciate you helping me around, even if it’s just because Jane told you to.”

Dollie offers you a small smile.

“Do you want to finish our game? It’s okay if not, I know you have a lot of chores.”

Dollie nods, grabs the cards, and sits beside you on the couch.

—

“I have a new game idea!” Jane announces, clearly excited. You and Kit freeze. Dollie keeps eating her dinner.

She points at Dollie and Kit. “I want you two to fight. Physically. Bunny will sit with me. Finish your dinners quickly, then come to the basement. You have five minutes.” She vanishes.

You choke down a few more bites. Dollie gets up first, and you and Kit follow her. You’re both having an easier time walking since Jane traded out your regular casts for walking casts.

It’s not torture. It doesn’t sound like she’ll be doing anything to you. She’ll make them fight and she’ll make you watch and it shouldn’t hurt nearly as bad as… everything else that’s happened. Still, you have trouble forcing yourself down the stairs. You try to focus on your breathing. Kit said that as long as you do what she says you’ll be okay.

Jane smiles. Just the sight of her smile makes your heart rate rise. “Okay, here’s the deal. You two are going to fight. Whoever wins will get a reward, and whoever loses is going to be locked in a cage for a week.”

You flinch. Solitary was bad enough, you can’t imagine being in an actual cage. But the threat isn’t directed at you. Kit and Dollie look somber.

“And how do we know who wins?” Kit asks. Jane smiles wider.

“Bunny and I are the judges. We’ll decide who wins. And…”

Before you can even blink, Jane grabs your collar and pulls. The collar is already far too tight, and now with her pulling on it you can’t breathe at all.

“I expect you not to hold back. You will actually fight, or Bunny will be punished. Got it?”

You claw at Jane’s hands on instinct. Luckily, she doesn’t seem to notice. You hear Kit say “Yes, master,” and Jane lets go. You gasp, savoring the ability to breathe before Jane takes it away on a whim again.

“Excellent! Bunny, sit down with me. Kitty, Puppy, give me your collars.” Jane sits cross-legged on the bloodstained ground and drags you down with her, pulling your head into her lap. Kit and Dollie give Jane their collars, and she sets them down at her side. She plays with your hair. You feel nauseous.

“Well? Go on. Fight!”

Kit is at an obvious disadvantage with their broken leg. You’re sure they both have injuries beneath their clothes that will limit their mobility, but Kit's is obviously going to make a greater impact.

You have no idea what Dollie’s thinking. She launches herself at Kit. Kit hobbles away as quickly as they can, but they’re quickly cornered.

Kit is knocked down and Dollie whales on them brutally, punching their face over and over. You scream.

Jane clamps her hand over your mouth. “Fight back, Kitty.”

Kit cries out and tries to punch back, prompting Dollie to grab Kit by the hair and slam their head into the ground. They cry.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Kit cry before. Even when you broke their leg. You squeeze your eyes shut and Jane immediately smacks you.

“Eyes open. This is your last warning.”

You’re crying too, but that’s not very out of the ordinary. You keep your eyes open as well as you can.

Kit lashes out at Dollie’s eyes, momentarily distracting her. They try to roll out from under her, but they can’t get back up fast enough with their broken leg. Dollie pins them down on their stomach, limiting their mobility even more.

She grabs their left arm and starts twisting.

“Stop! Stop it! Dollie wins! Puppy wins! Stop, they haven’t even done anything, please!”

Dollie does stop, but doesn’t release her hold on Kit. She looks at Jane intently, waiting for her to tell her whether to listen to you or not.

Jane hums thoughtfully. “Keep going. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

And Dollie keeps going.

Kit tries to kick her, but it has no effect. She presses her elbow into their windpipe.

You scream. “You’re going to kill them! Please stop! Please, Dollie! Puppy! Please!”

Dollie doesn’t show any sign that she heard you. She continues to suffocate them, letting go of the arm she was twisting and using her now free arm to keep her balance, placing her hand on the floor next to Kit’s face. Kit bites her fingers, hard, and she jumps back. Her fingers are bleeding.

Jane is laughing.

Kit still can’t get up fast enough, and they’re still cornered. Dollie kicks at their ribs and stomach. With Dollie off of them, you can see blood soaking through their shirt. You realize with growing horror that the beating must’ve opened one of their still-healing wounds.

Kit spits blood.

“Master! Please!” You cry. Jane rubs your back. It’s not healed enough for the touch to be painless.

“You’re okay, Bunny. Relax.” She focuses her attention on the others. “Kitty! I don’t believe that you’re actually that weak. If you continue to just lay there Bunny will be punished.”

Kit sobs. The next time Dollie kicks them, they grab her leg and pull her to the ground, using her momentum against her. She lands hard, barely avoiding hitting her head.

Kit keeps their grip on Dollie’s leg and punches her thigh over and over. Dollie kicks them in the face.

Kit groans and Dollie gets to her feet before stomping on their stomach. Kit tries to grab her again and she stomps on their hand.

It won’t stop it won’t stop please let it be over-

The “fight” continues, with Kit continuously getting the shit beat out of them and occasionally landing a blow on Dollie. You find a point in the basement and stare at it, trying to ignore what’s happening. If Jane notices, she doesn’t say anything.

Finally, Jane says “That’s enough.”

Puppy stops immediately. You sob with relief.

“Well, Bunny? Who do you think won?”

Of course it’s not over. You don’t want to send Kit to be caged after that.

“It wasn’t fair, master, Kit has a broken leg.”

"Who?"

You hate her so much. "Kitty has a broken leg."

“And whose fault is that?” Jane smiles and wipes at your tearstained cheeks.

She’s right. If you had chosen to get your other leg broken, Kit would’ve had a fair chance. This wasn’t inevitable.

No, wait. That’s not right.

“Yours.” You tell her. Because you never would’ve had to make that choice if not for her. Because for all you know, she planned on breaking one of Kit’s legs regardless of what you chose.

This wasn’t inevitable, but it was her choices that made it happen, not yours.

Jane sighs. “The choice was yours. But it doesn’t matter whose fault it was, does it? I don’t care whether it was fair or not. Who won, Bunny?”

She’s asking you to choose who gets locked in a cage for a week and who gets rewarded. You don’t know what to do. You don’t know if Jane will accept either answer or if she’s looking for something specific.

Kit told you that if you have to choose someone to be tortured, to choose them.

“Puppy won, master.”

Jane nods. “You heard him. Puppy, come here so I can put your collar back on.”

Dollie kneels down next to her, and Jane fastens the collar around her neck. Now that you get a better look at it, you can see that it’s definitely a shock collar.

“Can you take care of your hand on your own?” Jane gestures to the hand Kit bit. Dollie nods.

“Alright!” Jane produces a cage out of thin air. It’s the biggest thing you’ve seen her summon, but still not nearly big enough to fit Kit comfortably. She sets it on the ground.

“Get in, Kitty.”

You can't look them in the eyes. Kit crawls slowly into the cage and curls up with their chin in their knees, the only way they can fit. Jane tosses in two water bottles.

“That should keep you alive. I’ll let you out in a week, Kitten.”

Jane closes the cage and locks it.

“You two can go upstairs.” Jane says before vanishing.

You don’t need to be told twice. You get up the stairs as fast as you can (which isn’t very fast at all) and go straight to your room. You hide under your covers and cry and cry and cry.

You want Kit to comfort you, but they’re not here and you can’t look at Dollie without crying, so you wrap your blankets around yourself and try to stop yourself from thinking. It doesn’t work.

You want to leave, but you still haven’t completely healed from your last punishment and you can’t take another. And even if you could run, where would you go? You’re days away from any civilization. There’s nowhere to run.

You can’t stop crying.

~~

Puppy has six stuffed animals, given to her as rewards for good behavior. First a teddy bear, and then a puppy and a kitty, and then a monkey and a pig, and finally, most recently, a bunny.

Puppy takes good care of her stuffed animals. She feeds them three times a day and makes sure they have plenty of water. She sets them in different places in her room every day, so they don’t get bored of their environment, and so that they get enough movement. She keeps her window open so they get plenty of sunlight and fresh air. She brushes them every day and cleans them if they get dirty.

Tonight, she brushes the kitty a lot more than usual. She brushes it and hugs it and kisses it, over and over again. The others are a bit jealous, but they know sometimes one of them needs to be taken care of more than the others.

She dotes on the kitty until it’s sick of her and wants to be left alone, and then she sits it on the windowsill. So it can see the stars. So it’s not trapped and can move however it wants.

Puppy takes good care of her pets. It’s more than she can do for her friends.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

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[nella09archive]

Marriage. 43

Chapter 43: daddy’s here

As dad recovered, Mr. Vegeta showed us where the ship had extra armor. It looked funny, but cool. He said they stretch, but they don’t look it. Once I did try one on, it did stretch, and it feels comfy too. Krillin complained about the shoulder pads, but I was able to move in them. But we were jealous that Mr. Vegeta had one without the funny padding. I’m just surprised that Mr. Vegeta put Krillin as lookout, and me to watch over the dragon balls. It’s also surprising how fatigued Mr. Vegeta seemed, even though he tried pulling off that he wasn’t.

Mr. Vegeta is mad that we started making a wish without him. He’s also angry for the fact his wish can’t be granted. But now we’re all in deep trouble cause Frieza’s here, and we’re being toyed with. I really hope dad recovers soon. NO! Why did that monster kill Dende! Me and Krillin try to hold him off, but clearly, he’s way to strong. Then Mr. Vegeta goes off about being something called a Super Sayian.

Frieza is now brutally beating Mr. Vegeta. Even Mr. Piccolo is here, but he can’t do anything either. Everything seems completely hopeless. Frieza is even enjoying causing Mr. Vegeta agonizing pain. I can’t stand to watch or listen, but there’s nothing I could do. Daddy! Mommy! I’m so scared.

Just when things was looking over for Mr. Vegeta, did Frieza finally threw him to the side. He now how his sight on us. He started making his way towards us, and panic started running down my spine. Daddy! I need you!

…

I was starting to feel just about heal, when I felt something strange. It felt like I could sense Piccolo was on Namek. I could also sense that strong power growing, and it’s making me extremely uncomfortable. What’s worst, is that I can feel Vegeta energy draining with every passing moment. I can sense how everyone is trying to stand their ground, but it’s no use. But what’s scaring me, is that, I could feel how terrified my son. Daddy! I need you! I’m coming Gohan!

…

Daddy finally showed up. Just in time too! Daddy doesn’t look too happy. Mr. Vegeta is begging for his life; he’s even crying. Poor Mr. Vegeta. WHY? Why did Frieza killed him? Mr. Vegeta couldn’t do anything. That monster!

Is the fight over? Did dad win? Dad looks pretty rough up, but I’m so happy to see him. “Daddy!” I just can’t help run over to him, and give him a hug. “I was so scared.” He hugs me back. I don’t ever want to let go. “I want to go home. I want mom.” I could feel him rubbing my back. I’m trying so hard not to cry. Its ok, daddy got you. I hope this moment last. I really almost forgot what it felt like to be embraced by my dad. Right now, I wish with all my heart I was back home, and me, daddy, and mommy are all happy. I wish I was curled up in mommy and daddy bed, with them hugging me to sleep. Mommy would be humming a tune, while daddy hugging us protectively, like always.

The moment just had to be ruined, by that damn monster! Not only did he badly injured Mr. Piccolo, he killed… he killed. “KRILLIN!” Oh no! Daddy! Mommy once told me that Krillin died before, but daddy never saw it happened. But now… Now it’s not good. I could feel the anger and pain rushing through the air, like a violent storm. Daddy’s hair is even changing color. Everything about daddy is just exploding with energy. I’ve seen daddy angry before, but never like this. It feels scary.

…

“KRILLIN!” NO! It can’t be possible! I wasn’t there to stop him from dying the first time, but this time… This time… I hopelessly watched, as he screamed my name in pain. The horror written all over his face. The fear, the moment he was lifted up. This wouldn’t have happened if I was strong enough. This wouldn’t have happened if I was sure I killed this monster!

The bastard will pay! I just felt my anger and pain consume me. I didn’t even try to stop it. I don’t care anymore. THIS BASTARD IS GOING TO PAY! “YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS! FIREZA!” At that moment, everything went still as I heard something snap. Then an unimaginable rage exploded from my core. I felt engulf in torment, and a thirst for blood. I wanted blood. I wanted to kill the bastard. I want to make him surfer till the end of time. I want to rip him till there’s nothing left.

“Daddy?” For a moment the storm had calm, as I look towards the source of that word. My son. With every ounce of strength, I tried to control myself, and tell him to get back to the ship. To leave, and to save Piccolo. But instead, he’s shaken with fear, as he tries to walk towards me.

“Damn it, boy! I have spoken! Now get the hell out of here! And take Piccolo. Don’t worry about me!” Your safely is more important. One last look at him, he nods and starts to make his way. That’s when I saw Frieza aiming at my son. Oh no you don’t, you bastard! I let the rage take over, as I face this beast.

…

As I flew Piccolo to the ship, I felt a sense of pride. My daddy is so strong. Was that what Mr. Vegeta meant by Super Sayian? My daddy is a super sayian? My daddy is a super sayian! So cool.

The moment I reach the ship, everything feels off. I could barely stand up. I try to find a safe place to leave Mr. Piccolo, since I had to go back and get Bulma. That’s when the monitor came down, and on it was mom. Mom is so worried, but I can’t stay. I need to save Bulma. Don’t worry mommy, I’m coming home. But first things first. I love you mom.

…

My baby boy. Why didn’t he stay on the ship? It looks dangerous. My baby. I could feel the tears starting to form. Damn it! “DR. BIREF! GET THIS SHIP MOVING! MY BABY IS IN TROUBLE!” For a father, who also has his daughter on that horrid planet, he sure is calm. Doesn’t he get that she too is in great danger? It’s like I’m the only one who actually cares for their child.

Just when we’re finally about to launch, does he tell us that everyone is on earth. Does that mean, my baby’s home? I rush to him and beg that he takes me with him. I need to see my baby boy!

As we’re reaching where Bulma said they were, I come to see a sea of Piccolos. I don’t care about that. I’m trying to locate my son, amongst everyone. When we land, I rush out and start asking where is my son. They all pointed to a tree, and I rush on over. That’s when I see him, sitting on a rock, not facing me. He’s also next to Piccolo. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m actually happy to see him alive.

I go and pick my baby up, in a tight hug. Thankfully he hugs me back. “Mommy’s here. I’m not letting you go now.” I could hear the soft muffles of crying coming from him. I hug him tight, and I could feel my own tears starting to build. I then remembered what I promised myself I would do, if I ever get the chance. As much as I hate this, I walk over to Piccolo. Even though seeing him gets me so angry, I try to stay as nice as possible. “Thank you.” I don’t even give him a chance to reply, as I walked away, back to the ship.

Once inside, I couldn’t help to keep my baby close. I stopped caring about what was happening around me, since all that matter was my baby boy. Then I heard that Bulma was calling out to one more person. Out of curiosity, I watched the doors. It was a male figure, almost looked like I’ve seen him somewhere. Then I remembered what happened before Gohan was brought to the hospital. It was one of those guys. It’s a sayian. I remembered Krillin saying his name. What was it again? Oh, Vegeta.

He almost had some similarities with my Goku. They both had spike hair, very muscular compared to normal body builders, and those black eyes. “Mom stop staring, Mr. Vegeta is giving us a mean look.” Oops. Sorry. I then brought back my focus to Gohan. And asked him all about his trip. He didn’t seem like he wanted to answer. That’s ok baby, you don’t have to say anything.

“Does my baby boy want me to cook him something special?” No mom, it wouldn’t feel right. “Nonsense. When daddy comes home, I’ll make him something special too.” He smiled at that and hugged me tighter. I did feel I was being watched, and when I looked up it was Vegeta. What? He just shock his head. Weird.

Once we came to the Brief’s home, was when I felt eyes on me again. I looked back and again, Vegeta was looking at me. I couldn’t stand it, so I faced him and flat out asked what was his problem. He just laughed, shock his head, and walked past me.

…

As we waited for the Namekian dragon balls to be recharged, everything seemed to be back to normal. Mom still didn’t like Mr. Piccolo, but surprised that she allowed me to see him. With the only rule being that he didn’t come near the house. She also let me go to Bulma’s, to play with Dende. I even saw Mr. Vegeta walking around the area sometimes. I was still mad with him, about what he said about my dad. Same time I felt really sorry for him.

I wonder if Mr. Vegeta is actually sad that he’s technically the last of his race. “Kid shut the hell up!” Oh great. He’s actually here today, instead of disappearing like usual. “Kid, if you got something to say, fucking say it!” I’m out of here, I don’t need this. That’s when Mr. Vegeta grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me into a near by room. What the hell— “Shut up and listen. Can you stop thinking so damn loud, it’s fucking annoying. Don’t you know how to control it?” Why he even getting mad at me? “I’ll take that as a fucking no.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m leaving.” As I try to leave, he pulls me by the hair again. “What the heck do you want from me?”

“Didn’t you fucking have questions? I’m giving you the fucking opportunity to fucking ask. Now speak brat!” Oh! I couldn’t help but smile at that. “Ask before I change my mind!” With that said, we had a long conversation about what were sayians. And our history, and what we could do, and how were we different from humans.

…

The battle is finally over, and I nearly escaped with my life. I’m so glad this pad was in time. Wherever I go I know it’s not home. But at least I’ll have time to figure out how to get home. I hope Gohan isn’t giving Chichi any trouble. My little man is really something. When I get home, I’ll make sure to make them feel happy. After what just happened, I’m not sure if I want to continue training. I missed my life before this whole mess. I was bored, to an extent, but it was peaceful, and my family was happy.

For some reason I feel unnaturally exhausted. Maybe a little nap is in order.

…

I wonder where Gohan ran off to. I came to pick him up, but not even Bunny knows where he is. Gohan where are you? That’s when I see a door opening, and my little boy’s hand, singling me to come. Once inside the room, I come to realize he wasn’t alone. I felt anger building, as I stare at him. “You didn’t hurt my baby, did you?”

“Calm down, woman.” He could sure use some manners. “Even when you think you’re load. Damn it, harpy.” So, wait. You can— “Yes. And I’m getting sick of it. Now listen up. I’m only going to say this once. For the love of god, learn to turn that off. And from what the boy told me; you’ll actually be able to do so.” Confusing. “You’re a rare breed indeed. Especially on this back-water planet.” He then looks to my son. “You sure she’s human?” He nods. Then Vegeta looks back at me. “You sure abnormal for a human.”

That comment actually pissed me off. For years I’ve heard that. And now some alien, that doesn’t even know me, says that to me. To my face. In front of my son! I just saw red, and all I can recall is aiming a punch at his face. What brought me back was how my hand felt, as if I punched a steal. He then grabbed me by the throat. “How dare you hit me, you worthless—” I just took a big bite out at his hand.

He let go of me, and backed away. “Don’t ever touch me! Ever again!”

He just smirked, and started working past me. “Kakarot truly is a sayian after all. Especially mating with a strange, abnormal female.”

…

Mom punched Mr. Vegeta, and even bit his hand. My mom is either super brave or just crazy. Then again, telling mom to back down from a fight is near impossible. Sometimes I question, who’s really the strong one between my parents. And if I get my strength from mom, compared to dad. Who knows, but I do know one thing. Mr. Vegeta isn’t going let that slide a second time. “Mom.” She looks down at me. “Don’t do that again. You might not be lucky the second time.”

She doesn’t look fazed by my concern, and that worries me. Dad was right. Mom doesn’t know when to back down. But now I’m curious about mom’s reaction to being called abnormal. Mom is pretty normal to me. “I wasn’t always this way. Besides, you’re my son. Of course, I’m normal to you.” I smile up at her. “So, what did you talk about with Vegeta, that made him say that able to control it? And what is it?” I then tried my best to tell mom, what Mr. Vegeta told me. Mom even was blushing at some parts, but I didn’t get it. She also her hand over that weird mark, on her neck.

Whenever I asked about that mark, mom always got mad. But I couldn’t help asking again, especially what’s going on. “Your father gave it to me, on our wedding night.” I don’t get it. It looks like it hurt. And how come it lasted this long? Plus, why is mom blushing like crazy and looking away?

That’s when Mr. Vegeta stormed back in the room. I got in front of mom, just in case he tried anything funny. He just looked at my mom, and asked how long. “Five years.” He then said how that doesn’t seem right. And go about asking how long my parents knew each other. “Since we were 12. Why should it matter to you, anyway?”

“Because sayian chose their life mate before becoming 5 years of age. It’s rare for a sayian to chose a life mate after he’s grown. The fact that he mark you proves he knew you, way before you two were 12.” With that Mr. Vegeta walked again. And this time I made sure to sense that he was off the compound.

I looked back to mom, and she looked shock beyond belief. “Mom?”

Oh great. Mom’s angry. Grandpa better run for his life.

[fallengirlbossyohane]

How to successfully steal you girlfriend's hoodie! (gone right).

Requested by anonymous! This originated from one of my head canons, please enjoy! ♥︎ As always, you can also find it on AO3.

“I’m off, then. I’ll see you later, hm? Love you.” 

“Sure! Love you, too.” 

Kyan calmly leans down to give me a quick peck on the lips, before gently smiling at me and heading for the front door with a bag in one hand and her coat in the other. I slowly wave at her, observing her as she steps out of the apartment, and remain still on the couch until the door is completely shut. I wait in absolute silence for a few moments, in case she forgot to bring anything with her, and when I don’t hear any steps or suspicious noises, I finally let out a sigh of relief. Now’s the time. 

I cautiously get up from the couch with a few small steps, trying to be as quiet as possible, even if I’m currently home alone. I’m quite paranoid about this whole ordeal, I’ll admit it without shame. But! It’s a dangerous mission, and getting found out would mean very harsh consequences. Aikyan is fairly intimidating as it is, so trust me when I say that she surely doesn’t get any less frightening when she’s mad. 

However, back to my initial plan. I reach Kyan’s (well, it’s practically ours, now) bedroom, and carefully rest a hand on the handle. A strange feeling that appears to be a mix of excitement and uneasiness dwells within me, but it’s too late to back out now. I open the door with a decisive movement, finally getting access to my final destination. I briefly look around without any particular reason, only to then locate my target: her closet. Found you~!

I lightly close the door behind me, just to feel a little less anxious, and stare with fascination at the many colorful garments hanging in the closet. These are Aikyan’s precious possessions that shall never be touched by other unsanitary and unworthy hands — her words, not mine. It’s not the floral, white blouses or the vintage leather jackets I’m looking for, however. It’s the puffy, soft and large hoodies she wears when it gets really cold during the nighttime. Since there’s a substantial height difference between the two of us, they end up almost reaching my knees. 

“Hm, which one of you am I going to wear…” I mumble to myself out loud, holding my chin between my fingers and contemplating this seemingly hard choice. In the middle of this mess of colors and figures, a certain piece of clothing catches my attention. It’s a black hoodie with a patch of two fluffy dogs sewed on the upper side. This is… didn’t she wear it yesterday? Wait — so it still smells like her? Looks like I’ve found the perfect one, then~! 

I grab it without thinking about it twice and quickly take my own pink t-shirt off, throwing it somewhere on the floor — I had to wash it, anyway. I hold Aikyan’s hoodie high-up in the air, admiring it some more, before finally putting it on with much ease. Yeah, just like I predicted — it almost arrives at my knees. Ah, but it’s so soft, and it smells amazing~! Just like Kyan. It’s as if I’m being hugged by her~ 

Even the sleeves are too long, as they cover my entire hands, only to leave out the barely-visible tips of my fingers. I contentedly smirk at the delicate feeling of the fabric against my skin, and I sit on the edge of her bed while kicking my feet in the air, since I can’t exactly reach the floor. I then throw myself on the bed, perfectly landing on her pillow, and bury my nose in her fluffy sheets, taking a good sniff of her scent. This thing is worse than an aphrodisiac, seriously…

I hug the pillow really tight and wrap my legs around it, ducking it under my chin. It all feels so cozy — her smell, her soft hoodie, her oh-so-comfortable bed — I could just sleep here fore the rest of my days. The only missing thing (or person) that would complete the picture is none other than my girlfriend. I don’t want to hold onto a mere pillow forever, I need to have her squeezing me tight and close, and maybe also tenderly kiss the top of my head like she always does. 

As my body gets progressively warmer thanks to the covers, I feel sleep slowly taking over my body, and at the moment it seems like a very inviting proposal. I’ll just rest my eyes for a few minutes… “Aikyan…” Is the last word I’m able to whisper under my breath, before finally giving in and begin snoring softly.

—

“Baby, I’m home!” I gently call out to Rikyako as I place my bag on the kitchen table, expecting some form of answer, but the whole apartment is suspiciously quiet. Maybe she’s just listening to some music in her room? However, when I pass by my own room, I hear the faintest sound of snoring. Did she seriously fall asleep in my bed? Again? What must I do with her…

I push the door and take a small peek, noticing that she’s cuddling my pillow with a happy grin on her face. I giggle in resignation at the sight, fully opening the door and stepping inside. There’s just one thing doesn’t look right — what is she even wearing? It’s unusual to see something black on her… right at that moment, however, I see the dogs (Laela and Chocola) that my mom sewed for me on the hoodie, and it all clicks. That’s my hoodie! 

“Rikyako.”

“Uh…?” She quietly hums against the pillow, clearly still half-asleep, as she rolls over and ignores my death-stare. I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration and look at my girlfriend happily sleeping in my bed.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, otherwise it wouldn’t have ended well for you.” I reach out to stroke her mess of brown hair, patting her head a few times and moving a strand behind her ear. Her eyelids then flutter open, as she shyly looks up at me with those innocent, brown eyes filled with concern. Is she scared that I’ll get mad? How could be anyone get angry at her when she’s this adorable? 

She lazily pulls the covers back just enough to signal that she wants me to come to bed with her, and I can’t help but oblige. “Just so you know,” I lovingly caress her cheek and maintain a calm tone. “all my clothes are off-limits from now on. Understood?”

“Yup! Now cuddle me.”

“As you wish, princess.” 

#kyanrika #fanfic #fluff #aika kobayashi #rikako aida #cnrk

[ozarkthedog]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 | Nomad!Steve Rogers

summary: You disobeyed Steve and now you must make it up to him.

warnings: SMUT. 18+ only. Nomad!Steve Rogers. Dom/Sub Relationship. Daddy Kink. “Little One” Nickname. Crying. Angst? Bondage. Degradation. Overstimulation. Forced Orgasms. Asphyxiation. Anal Play. Hitachi Belt. Spreader Bar. Aftercare.

word count: 3,057

author’s note: I started writing this last year and totally forgot about it. oops! 💙

📖 Master List

This work has Adult Content. By clicking “Keep Reading” you have agreed that you are over the age of 18 and are willing to view such content. My work is not to be copied or translated onto any other platform. 

“You didn’t do as you were told, so shut it.” Steve snarled with a harsh grip on your jaw.

He shoved himself away from you just as you began to weep. You let the tears fall freely, hating that you upset him so much.

Steve was seething as he stood in front of the fireplace, hands bracing on the mantle as his thoughts raced. Teeth clenched together in fury at the memory of finding you with your legs spread wide with fingers pumping away furiously in your cunt. He had to clear his throat twice in order for you to realize he was standing in front of you.

He was feeling savage. He wanted to teach you a lesson you’d never forget. He needed you to abide by his rules completely. You were his and he was yours. He’d never had someone he cared so much about and he intended on making this relationship work. No matter how difficult it was at times.

You stood nervously waiting for him to acknowledge you again. Fingers twisted together as you sniffed the remaining tears away. The thin white dress Steve insisted you wear at all times while home made you feel so exposed. The fabric could tear so easily just like the relationship you built with him.

But you were determined to not let that happen.

With Steve still looking away, you knelt down on the dark flooring. The wood solid beneath your trembling knees, “Daddy.” Barely a whisper but it made Steve cock his head to the side, listening.

You cleared your throat wanting to speak clearly, “Daddy. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disrespect you but sometimes I just can’t control myself.” The admission made you cast your eyes to the floor out of embarrassment. How could he love you?

Sniffling you carried on, “I will take any punishment you deem fit. I won’t talk back. I will take what you give me.” Your fingers dig into your thighs waiting with bated breath for his response.

Steve sighed watching the flames dance in the fireplace. The warmth from the flames mixed with his lust driven heat as he spied you kneeling on the floor. You looked so delicate. So easy to manipulate and dig his teeth into.

He bit his lip at the image of you writhing around in that pretty white dress he bought you. His blood began to boil.

Turning on his heel he stalks towards you, smirking as the perfect punishment comes to mind. “Little One…” Your head whips up quickly at his voice as he nears you, coming to a stop over your kneeling form.

“Follow me.” He commands and he turns towards the stairs making his way to your shared bedroom. You follow behind running slightly to keep up with his large gait. Steve holds open the bedroom door as you wait in front of him, trepidation flooding your system.

“Once you step over the threshold, I’m in control, completely. No crying, no whining, nothing will get you out of your punishment.” His stare holds yours. His authority washes over, drowning you in him.

Once again you repeat your words, “I will take what you give me, Daddy.” Your voice breaks as you call him Daddy, forever always wanting to call him that.

Steve grazes your cheek with the back of his finger lightly before letting his hand fall to your shoulder, pushing you into the bedroom. The sound of the lock clicking sparks excitement in your core as you wait at the foot of the bed for him.

Steve comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, “Sit on the bed and watch as I set things up.”

Steve only made you watch as he set out the implements he intended using on you when he was truly mad. You watched as he disappeared into the closet before reappearing with a set of high heels.

Your brow furrowed in wonder as he set the heels down at your feet before going back to the closet. You peered down at the extravagant pumps, red in color with an extremely high, stiletto heel.

You remembered he bought them for you a while back but they were so uncomfortable you could never wear them out. Your attention was disrupted when Steve set a leather belt of sorts with an extra loop on the bed along with an Hitachi wand.

He walked over to the “play wall” and attached 2 separate wrist restraints to the rings in the wall. Your heart rate picked up as his intentions were revealed.

He means to make you suffer.

His dark eyes lingered on yours for a moment before speaking. “I’m allowing the safe word, but only, and I mean only if you truly can’t go on.” You bit your lip as he spoke out the next commands.

“Take off your dress and put those heels on.” He nods down to the red stilettos waiting to be put to use. You stood on shaky feet, slowly unbuttoning the white fabric before slipping it off your shoulders leaving you bare to him.

Steve watched as you bent over, sliding your feet into the heels before standing tall and gathering your footing. The heels easily made you 4” taller as you stood waiting for his next command.

Already your ankles were starting to hurt. The awkward angle of the heels forced all your body weight onto your toes making them scream. Steve let you stand there a few minutes, enjoying your discomfort before continuing.

“Walk over to the wall and place your hands in the cuffs.” You sneak a glance at him before slowly making your way over. The heels made you so unsteady, you raise your arms out to the sides to balance as you walk at a snail’s speed.

“If you don’t pick up the pace, I’m going to drag you over there and I won’t be nice about it.” Steve grits with annoyance watching as you jolt mid step and almost topple over. Somehow you caught yourself and made your way to the wall as fast as you could.

You turn around facing Steve as you slipped your wrists into the restraints high above your head and waited patiently. “Good Girl.” Steve smirks walking over to you and then gathers the cuffs before pulling them tight against your wrists and locking you up.

“Now the real fun can begin. Are ready?” He turns to pick up the leather belt coming back with a grimace on his face, his tone laced with displeasure at having to repeat himself, “I asked are you ready, Little One?”

You gasp a reply once you realized he wanted you to speak, “Yes, Daddy.”

Steve huffed and shook his head, “You’re going to have to start paying attention better. This won’t be good for you if you’re already starting to slip.” He bends down helping you step through the leather belt and buckles it over your waist.

He steps back and gazes over your tied-up form. He always did enjoy tying you down and making you squirm. He palms at his growing hard on before stepping up to you, caging you against the wall with his massive body causing you to let out a breathy squeal.

He tips your head to look up at him. “You want to make this up to me? Then you’re going to work for it. I’m going to make you wish you never disobeyed me, Little One.” He lets his threat hang in the air as he walks back to the bed retrieving the Hitachi.

He attaches it to the leather belt and secures it against your already slick pussy. He scoffs, “Being in this predicament turns you on? God, what a slut.”

Your cheek heat with embarrassment as he nestles the wand head flush against your throbbing mound. Grunting aloud when he forces it over your clit harshly.

As he works on making it stay in place he speaks, “You’re allowed to scream, thrash about, cry, whatever. But you’re not allowed to ask me to take you out of these binds. You’re staying like this until I say otherwise.” You nod your head in compliance even though you were scared of the outcome. Granted, you knew he would listen if you safe worded but this wasn’t about that.

Steve needed to know he could trust you, he needed to know you’d listen to his every word and abide by it. So, you swallowed down your fear and raised your head, ready for whatever he chose to do to you. “Yes, Daddy.”

Steve smoothed his hands over your hips as he stood to his full height. The way your breasts jutted out from your arms being raised over your head called out to be fondled but Steve kept his lust hidden. This wasn’t about him right now.

He leaned down and turned the wand on, clicking it until it sped up to the 3rd highest setting. Your body instantly spasmed. The strong vibrations were unyielding and forced you to feel the pleasure.

Instinctively, your legs closed together trying to keep the powerful vibrations at bay. The wand swayed in the air but never left your core. The movement causes you to see stars as it jostles against your folds.

“What do you think you’re doing? Trying to thwart your punishment already?” His tone was deadly. “Don’t worry, I have the perfect thing.”

Steve wanders away leaving you in a withering mess as you teeter in the heels. Your breathing quickens as you feel your orgasm coming on quickly. You pull at the wrist restraints frantically, “Daddy! Please! I’m close!” You call out desperately for him, not sure if he’s allowing you to cum or not.

Steve shouts his reply from deep inside the closet, “Go ahead and cum, Little One!”

He murmurs to himself as he spies what he came looking for, “It’ll the first of many.”

You cum with a wail as the vibe makes you convulse against the bondage wall. Your pussy twitches around nothing as your thighs shake trying to dislodged the horrid wand from your sensitive core.

“Here you go.” Steve says with amusement as he kneels down wrapping a cuff around your left ankle.

You look down in shock as Steve lines up the other cuff to your right ankle before strapping it to the spreader bar. “Now there’s no possible way for you to ease your punishment.” The biggest smirk is planted on his face as another wave of forced arousal courses through you sending you up another blissful peak.

“Awe, is my little Slut already feeling sensitive? That was only one orgasm. If you think I’m letting you out after 3, you’re in for a world of hurt.” His voice was cold sending you careening towards another orgasm.

Your eyes slammed shut as the tingling sensation lit up your nerves and sent you crashing down with another hard orgasm.

You tried catching your breath as the vibe forces more pleasure from you. The restraints hold your arms up so well you couldn’t even move them around all they could do was quake against the wall.

Heavy, pained mewls fill the room as you pant wildly taking every vibration as best as you can.

“Look at you. You love this.” He laughs at your pitiful attempts of trying to not cum. He palms at your tense face, pinched with determination. “Oh, it must hurt. The over stimulation must be torture.”

Distress paints your features as he degrades you further, “But that little pussy of yours got you in trouble. Such a greedy, little hole.” He enunciates the curse word with a pop to your cheek before taking your jaw back in his grip.

You gasp at the painful sensation heating the side of your face as it mingles with your swollen, sensitive mound. “Daddy! I-” Your orgasm starts up again fueled by the assaults on your body.

His fingers dig into the sides of your cheeks as you topple off the cliff with a shout. His hand keeps your face still, pushing back on the wall behind you.

“That was 3, Little One. I want to tear 7 out of that cunt tonight.” His breath hot on your neck as he forces his body over you.

Your body shakes at his command. A ragged sigh escapes you feeling worn out already from the onslaught of torture.

Steve cants his hips up and into your body, pushing the Hitachi harder against your mound. “No! Oh! Da- ” You shake your head as you feel another orgasm slithering its way through your system.

Teeth gnaw at your neck, biting up and down the crook of the soft skin. His muffled moans fill your ears as he thrusts his growing hardon into the toy, in return causing you to tumble down another peak.

The forced orgasm makes your body lock up, tight and ridged as your knees start to buckle and you sag in the restraints. Steve feels you slide down, hanging by your wrists letting the pain and torturous pleasure take over.

“Hey, now. None of that.” He grasps the hair at the base of your neck and pulls until your steady on 2 feet. “Don’t give up on me yet. You still have 3 more to go.”

You stare at him with hazy eyes. Your mind foggy and filled with nothing but determination even though your body wants to give up.

Steve swipes his thumb over your lips before he leans in for a soft kiss. The feeling of his lips as they slide over yours sends a fresh heightened wave of bliss up your spine. You moan lewdly into his mouth as he laps at your tongue.

He enjoys watching your tired body respond to the new sensations. He pulls away as you whine from the loss. “Hush.” He says, sternly with a harsh smack to your breasts causing you to spasm and scream in your bonds as another orgasm is ripped from you.

Your muscle fibers feel aflame as you come down from your 5th orgasm that night. Your head whips from side to side, unconsciously wanting to put an end to this punishment. You’re a quivering mess, tugging at your binds out of necessity.

“Stop it. You can do this. Show me you can do as I say.” Steve says with a firm voice, encouraging you. “Make it worth all the pain.”

You sniffle and close your eyes as Steve blots at some fallen tears rolling down your cheek. You open your eyes just as his lips close around his salty digits with a husky, satisfied groan.

Gnawing at your bottom lip your try to distract yourself from the overwhelming pain burning through your core and dragging you over hot coals. Steve’s hands wrap around your body, forming over the fleshy globes of your ass and grinds his straining girth against your heated body.

“If only you were good, it would’ve been my cock dragging all these orgasms from you.” His teeth clash onto your clavicle, drawing blood to the surface with a sneer, “Instead, I’m just going to have rut against you as your cunt drools all over the floor.”

His fingers slide their way between your cheeks, rubbing tenderly over your puckered rim causing your eyes to roll back, hard. Breath hitches in your throat as you propel steadily towards another raw crest.

“Maybe I should take pity on you and open this hole up. You did always cum so easily with my fingers up your ass.” He gloats, tapping the tight right of muscle in quick succession eliciting a frantic wail from your lips as you tip over the tumultuous edge.

Your head lolled forward resting against his powerful chest as exhaustion takes over. Your will power was dying and you let the tears flow. “Daddy, I can’t.”

Steve shook his head, “Not when we made it this far. You’re not giving up.”  

A calloused hand locks tightly around your neck cutting off your carotid artery. In an instant your mind spins, brain desperate for blood flow as your vision becomes blurred.

You tug uselessly at your bindings. Body shaking, ready to implode and cave in on yourself. Your ankles give way and the heels fall from your feet making Steve crush you harder into the wall.

His lips brush against your swollen ones, his beard tickling your dewy skin. “So close, you’re so close. Give me what I want. Show me you how sorry you are.”

Darkness sweeps in as your mouth opens and closes like a fish desperate for water. Your body feels light as a feather, no longer could you feel the vibrations rustling your sopping core and your sore muscles ceased their tension as you give into the murky depths.

 A warm hand cups your cheek as a deep, soothing voice tempts you back from the sleepy haze. “Wake up, Little One.”

Your eyes flutter open and you find yourself in the comfort of Steve’s arms. A wet washcloth runs between your legs making you wince. Even the softest fibers felt like sandpaper as he cleans your swollen folds. “I’m sorry but just a little more and I’ll be done.”

You curl into his chest, unsure how to feel. Had you made him happy? You couldn’t remember orgasming the final time. The last image you had was Steve wrapping his hand around your throat.

You timidly swallow, feeling slight bruises pepper your jugular. Your throat raw from crying and screaming for the last hour. Steve set the rag down with a sigh and dropped his chin to look at you.

“Did I do good?” You bottom lip trembling with hope.

Steve runs a hand over tear-stained cheek and breathes out a soft chuckle, “You did. So good you passed out as you came all over me.” Steve tilts his head towards the pile of clothes currently stained with your arousal. “Made such a mess and showed me how good you are.”

Soft lips kiss your hairline and ease the stress you’d been holding ever since he found you touching yourself without his permission.

“I’m proud of you for being so strong. You made Daddy very happy.”  

Your eyes sleepily shut and you melt into the safety of his hold knowing everything would be ok.

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