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enkas-illusion · 4 months

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Two Can Play a Game - (2/2)

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Geto Suguru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Roommate!Suguru, Filthy smut, dom!Suguru, brat taming, oral (fem receiving), piv sex, teasing, squirting. (let me know if I missed any)

Chapter Summary: Things take a wild turn after Suguru helps you win the game against Satoru. It was everything you could hope for... or even more.

Author's Notes: I apologise for the late update on this fic. I was drowning in assignments and work. Go check out the first part in case you missed it.

-Nanami's Munchkin

Part 1

“Did you really think I'd let you off so easily after you pulled that little stunt during the game?” Suguru snickers, his one arm wrapped around your stomach to pull your body in even tighter against his chest.

“Especially when you were basically eye-fucking my hands throughout the game so shamelessly,” his other hand rests firmly on your thigh as he parts your legs with his own.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking or that you finally got a chance with the guy you secretly had a crush on and didn’t want to lose it, but you grind back on him, “I have no clue what you are talking about,” you say, feigning innocence.

Suguru groans, “If you keep these antics up, you’re gonna be in big trouble baby,” snaking his hand around your nape and pulling your hair lightly.

“Well I'd like to see you tr–”, you begin but Suguru pushes his other thumb in your mouth before you could finish your sentence. You suck his thumb and playfully bite it. His grip on your hair tightens.

“If you wanna act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one. I love taming brats till they are reduced to a crying mess,” Suguru says, moving your hips over his growing erection. And you whimper with his thumb still in your mouth and he removes it with a pop.

He lifts your hips up and spins you around so that you are straddling his lap properly. You immediately start grinding against him again and he pulls you in for a kiss. The kiss is messy and filthy, his hands are all over you, grabbing everything he can.

“Suguru….” You try pushing him off suddenly realizing you were shamelessly making out in the living room. As if he could read your mind, his lips are on you again but he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him while he walks towards your room.

He kicks the door back with his foot before walking to your bed and dropping you on the mattress. He proceeds to remove his t-shirt and you can’t stop staring at his abs. You've seen him shirtless around the house before but seeing him getting naked like this makes everything so real.

You let your intrusive thoughts win and you get up to lick a long stripe from his happy trail to his neck. You other hand goes to rub his dick over his sweatpants. He lets out a filthy growl and pushes you back on the bed and kisses you hard.

He puts his hands under your tee to fondle your tits. His thighs are pressed between your legs and you rub your clothed clit on it, getting too impatient.

“Sugu… please fuck me…” you squeeze his dick hard and he lets out a hiss.

“Not so quickly, I’ve waited far too long to have you, I’m gonna take my time to savor you,” he says, flipping you over on your fours and pulling your shorts down with your undies, tossing it to the floor. You sit up to take your tee off hurriedly.

He can’t help but marvel at the sight. His hands caress your ass before smacking it to earn a yelp from you before shoving your face back down into the pillow. He pushes your cheeks apart and licks a long stripe on your pussy and you let out a loud moan.

“Shhh… Keep it down– unless you want Satoru to know that our roommate is a dirty little slut.”

He starts sucking your clit and you bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans. Suguru is relentless with the way he’s eating you out. You are already close and before you could say anything, he shoves two fingers in you, pressing down to immediately hit your g-spot and you scream into the pillow as your orgasm comes crashing down on you.

“Sugu, slow down–”

He still keeps his assault on your pussy with his mouth and fingers and you are overstimulated beyond control. You thrash around to get away, earning a smack from him.

“Stop moving or I'll leave you here high and dry.”

“It’s too much– please, please… I can’t take it anymore.”

“Already? But I haven’t even started yet,” you feel him curl his fingers inside you, making your legs twitch.

“Sugu please– my legs might give out,” you warn him.

“Good. Gotta make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He pulls your hair and you turn your head back to look at him before his lips find yours. You can taste yourself on him and groan into the kiss.

He gropes your tits and pinches your nipples which makes you hiss. “Fuck me already!” you whine.

His hand wraps around your throat, “Ordering me around? I thought you would’ve known better by now– guess I was wrong.” you feel his fingers tighten as your breath gets caught in your chest.

“P-please Suguru,” you beg hoping he won’t tease you anymore.

“You sound so pretty when you beg for me,” Suguru says, releasing his hand and you take this opportunity to turn around to lie on your back. When you see him remove his sweatpants, your breath hitches in your throat. Beautiful would do no justice defining his dick. It was thick and veiny and you could feel your mouth watering at the sight, wanting to taste it.

“Can I suck your dick? Please Suguru,” you beg once again.

“As enticing as it sounds, I’d rather watch you cry while I fuck you,” he cocks his head with a sinister grin as he stares down your body.

He flips you once again, pushing you on your fours and you arch your back even as you complain, “I want to see you.”

“Just feel me,” Suguru groans as he lines his cockhead up against your pussy collecting the juices. He slams into you in one go and you feel tears pricking down your eyes. You were so full and his dick felt so good inside you.

He’s kind enough to wait for you to adjust but you grow impatient, not wanting to wait a minute more, “Sugu, more please–”

“I see you got your manners back,” he says, equally breathless.

He pulls out completely and thrusts into you harshly. He picks up his pace and it has you seeing stars. You no longer try to suppress your moans. At this point, you’re basically screaming into the pillow with the way his dick is hitting all the right spots with every thrust.

You feel a delicious ache in your pussy and you are completely cock drunk. His hand moves up to push your head down into the mattress while the other rubs circles over your clit. You don’t even realize it when you squirt on your sheet until Suguru halts his movements.

He pulls out and you try to calm yourself down, falling limply on the bed. He turns you over, climbing on top of you. “Didn’t know you were a squirter, baby.”

“Neither did I”, you say, still pretty much out of it.

“Do that again, I want to see your face while you squirt on me.”

He kisses you while pushing his cock into you back again. This time it’s slow and sensual. He fucks you with slow yet strong thrusts with his pelvis grinding perfectly on your clit.

Suguru acts like he’s in control but he’s fighting really hard to not cum at how your pussy feels so snug and tight around him. He lifts your leg over his shoulders, folding you in half. This angle makes him hit it so deep that you feel like you’re gonna pass out.

It’s too much for you to take and you’re writhing beneath him begging him to slow down. He rubs your clit and the pleasure you experience is like none other. You let out a loud filthy moan and spray Suguru with your juices drenching his abs and dick completely making him come undone as well.

He collapses on you, heaving and catching his breath. He snakes his arms around you, hugging you tightly and rolling on your sides.

“You okay, baby?” He asks, leaving small kisses all over your face.

“Never been better,” you reply with a lopsided smile and half-closed eyes which makes Suguru chuckle. He gets up to bring a warm cloth to clean you up. By the time he’s back you are cold asleep. He carefully cleans you up and climbs in beside you, tucking you in.

He holds your tiny figure like it’s porcelain as if he did not just fuck you into oblivion just moments ago. He stares at you lovingly with his fingers running through your scalp.

You stir awake when you feel kisses on your forehead and look up to him with sleepy eyes.

“You’re staying?” you ask with hope in your voice. You knew your world would come crashing down if he left now – or if this didn’t mean as much as it did to you.

“I'm genuinely hurt that you think I would leave after finally having you. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” You can feel your heart skip a beat at the thought that he wanted you too.

“How long?”

“I think forever would be an appropriate measure to describe it,” he smiles softly. You chuckle in response.

“The worst part of it all was you always being so close to me. I could not get you out of my head even if I tried to… I'm never gonna let you go again,” he continues, looking into your eyes with love and sincerity.

Instead of replying to his confession, you just kiss him. It’s a kiss that tells him everything he needs to know. When you part, you have a goofy smile on your face. “Satoru’s gonna be so mad!” you say, laughing.

“Nah… he’ll be insufferably happy that I finally manned up,” he chuckles. “Can’t say the same about the incoming noise complaint though… you were LOUD,” he says, poking fun at you.

You bite his nipple lightly and bury your face in his chest in embarrassment. “It’s your fault, you know,” you mumble as you ponder over it, “But ehh… he’ll have to get used to it, ‘cause I'm not letting you go anywhere either.”

“Don’t say shit like that if you want to sleep tonight, my love.” He groans lowly in your ears and you push him lightly. “I’m still recovering from the first round, I’m not ready for another.”

“Who says I want to fuck. Let me make love to you tonight,” he teases and you simply blush at his coy words.

You both spent the rest of that night making up for the kisses of forever – tangled in the sheets and into each other’s arms.

You wish you could have gotten some sleep in the morning but your fate was sealed when you found Gojo complaining about the noise, teasing the living hell out of you and giving you a headache throughout the day.

#jjk x reader #nanamismunchkin #jjk x you #jujutsukaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu geto #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #suguru #geto x you #geto x y/n

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puppetmaster13u · 8 months

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Prompt 30

DC prompt where the heroes get magically cursed or changed into animals for a bit. Chaos of course reigns while they are so- though the magician regrets their actions. Wonder Woman is scary enough, but instead of being something small she’s now a very big bear who isn’t happy. Robin? He’s now a goose with a sword and he’s not afraid to continue to use it. Marvel is happily a giant tiger who- oh no now all seven of the marvels are big cats who can apparently still call down lightning. For some reason they change between big cats and domestic ones, but maybe it’s just something wrong with the spell??

The magician had no chance, even if some were far smaller and less scary creatures. Honestly, who expected a hare to be able to break someone's kneecaps? The villains sure didn’t but here they are, getting defeated when they thought it would be easier to defeat the heroes now that they don’t have opposable thumbs. Well, most don’t, that raccoon somehow found a gun and knows how to use it..

The one issue the heroes find after fixing everything? They can apparently still turn into animals, sometimes at less than opportune times unless they can learn how to control it.

Ideas for who is what? (honestly just ideas, do whatever you want lol)

Superman= Bull Batman= Capybara Wonderwoman= Brown Bear Flash= Hare Aquaman= Elephant Green Arrow= Squirrel Black Canary= Chihuahua Cyborg= Crocodile Green Lantern= Husky Hawkwoman= Golden Eagle Martian Manhunter= Gliding Lizard

Captain Marvel= Tiger/Tabby Miss Marvel= Leopard/Mau Blue Marvel= Jaguar/Bengal Silver Marvel= Puma/Ragdoll Green Marvel= Lion/Laperm Purple Marvel= Caracle/Munchkin

Nightwing= Falcon Robin= Goose Red Hood= Raccoon Red Robin= Hedgehog Kid Flash= Cheetah Superboy= Flying Squirrel Arsenal= Elk Miss Martian= Flying Lemur

Bonus DP Crossover: Danny= Snow Leopard Ellie= Polar Bear Tucker= Sandpiper Sam= Vine Snake

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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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That's My Girl | New Years Eve Special 🎆

Pairing -> Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

Word count -> 4.6K

Summary -> You're ringing in the New Year with your entire family; it will be a night to never forget. When your Mom gets the surprise of her life, there won't be a single dry eye in the room. When the fireworks start to slow down, you and Tony can't help but think back to your first New Year's Eve together, and the memories made that evening.

Rating -> Explicit (E)

Warning(s) -> Established relationship (Husband/Wife), use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Baby Boy, Munchkin(s), Pretty Girl, Little One), references to breastfeeding

Angst -> References to the passing of a loved one

Smut -> Somnophilia (consensual), breeding/pregnancy kink, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

A/n -> I want to thank everyone for all the love and support I have gotten over the past year, but I specifically want to take the time to thank the best friend I could ever wish for, @ccbsrmsf1. Carol, thank you for everything you have done for me since I have had the honor to meet you, and I can't wait to see what 2024 will have in store for us! Eu te amo 3000 🩵

A/n 2.0 -> As of right now, I want to announce that my requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵

A/n 3.0 -> @little-angel-oc Here is the second part of the Tony fic, so this way you can’t miss it! I hope you will enjoy it 🩵

Events Masterlist -> @anyfandomkinkbingo -> Somnophilia Masterlist -> @sweetspicybingo -> New Years Kiss Masterlist -> @marvel-smash-bingo -> Hickeys Masterlist -> @fandom-free-bingo -> Whispered sweet nothings

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist | Part 1

The last few days have been amazing, as you've spent much time with the entire family. From your Mom and her boyfriend, Jackson, flying in to spend time with you to having Tony and your kids by your side, this has been the happiest holiday season you've celebrated in a long time.

Your past year has been one with many ups and downs, but right now, you're ending it on a high note, as you're woken up by Tony as he's buried between your thighs, lapping up your juices dripping from your pussy.

Tony's tongue occasionally dips into your entrance before finding its way back up to your clit, giving it some special attention as two of his long, thick fingers drop to where your tongue just was, pulling you from your sleepy state entirely. Your hands fly into his hair as he keeps expertly sucking and licking your clit, finding the spot inside you effortlessly to have you fall apart around him.

"Fuck!" you exclaim a little too loud, but that's none of your concern right now because Tony's trying his hardest to have you falling over the edge he's been working you up to. The moment you pull Tony's hair and your back arches to push your pussy even closer to his mouth, he lets out a groan, and that's all you need to cum for him with a scream of his name.

He licks up every last drop of your arousal, working you through your orgasm until you're oversensitive and pulling his head away. Waking each other up like this is something you'll never get enough of, and you'll return the favor in the new year.

"Good morning, Sunshine," Tony says with a deep, gravelly morning voice that has your insides turning to mush at the sound. You'll never get enough of your man during the day, but it's an entirely different story in the mornings, as he always manages to turn you on with that voice.

"Mornin', My Love," you say as you wrap your arms around your husband's neck to pull him in for a soft, loving kiss. His lips are soft, but the taste of yourself is still lingering on them, and you can't help the quiet moan escaping as you taste it.

When he pulls away, you're both sporting big smiles as you look into each other's eyes. Over the past year, you've been through hell and back together, but the fact that you've gone through it with Tony by your side makes every second worth it. With each passing day, you've fallen more and more in love with the man you married, and you can't help but feel like the butterflies in your stomach are going wild as he places one last kiss on your cheek before getting up and into the shower, getting ready for another day at his parents' house.

While Tony is in the shower, you've decided to wear a comfy outfit to be decent and ready to find your youngest son, Paxton. There's a very comfortable armchair in the corner of his room at Howard and Maria's house, and after picking up a book to read there, you head over to find him already awake and excited to see you.

"Look at you being so happy to see Mommy! Did you sleep well, Little One?" you ask him as you reach into his crib, and he's happily flailing his little arms and fists around in excitement, cooing at you as well. A healthy, red flush on his chubby cheeks makes him look even more adorable, and you kiss both of them before you put him on your hip and walk to the big armchair.

You let yourself fall into the chair before getting comfortable and lifting your shirt so Paxton can be breastfed without a single problem. He's a hungry boy this morning, so he's spending nearly 45 minutes nursing, and when he just got done with one side, Tony walks in as he's towel drying his hair.

He's wearing a pair of black sweatpants that are hung low on his hips, the V leading into his pants showing prominently. When your eyes trail over his chesthair and abdomen, you can't help but let them rest on the bulge inside his pants, and you smirk a little at the thought of what you want to do with it.

As he finishes drying off his hair, you pull your eyes away before letting them glide over his broad, muscular shoulders and thick biceps before landing on his lips, the ones he pleasured you with not too long ago. The ones telling you how much he loves you, and the ones you want to look at forever. What you don't notice, however, are the words coming out of them as you're enjoying them for a few seconds too long.

"Sunshine? Is everything okay?" Tony asks as he walks over to you and crouches in front of the chair, his brows furrowed as he looks up at you with a concerned expression.

"Sorry, everything's okay. What did you say?" you ask, smiling reassuringly.

"I asked how my beautiful wife and son are doing," he tells you as he rubs his thumb over Paxton's head while he looks at you. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips when you tell him everything's perfect, and after one last kiss for the both of you, he heads back to the bedroom.

On his way there, he's stopped by Jackson, who has something important to discuss.

"Can we talk in private for a minute? I don't want anyone to overhear what's going on," he whispers to Tony, and the two of them head to his old bedroom before closing the door. Tony sits at the foot of his bed while Jackson paces the room, unsure where to start.

"Is everything okay? Did something happen between you and Virginia?" Tony asks in a concerned tone.

"Everything's going well, better than well, even! That's what I want to talk to you about. I'm planning to ask Virginia to marry me tonight, right before midnight," he tells your husband with a huge smile, and Tony recognizes that look. He wore the same when planning his proposal, and he couldn't be happier for both Jackson and your Mom.

"Really?! Oh my god, that's amazing!" he says before getting up and pulling him in for a big hug, clapping him on the back a few times as he congratulates him, and that's when he pulls the engagement ring out of his pocket to show Tony.

"I've been hunting for a special one because it's what she deserves. She's the most beautiful, loving, and caring person I've ever met, and I can't wait to call her my wife," Jackson says as he gets tears in his eyes. He wipes them away quickly before letting out a watery smile at the memories.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be crying," Jackson says as he sniffs a couple of times, but Tony won't have any of it.

"What's on your mind? I'm more than happy to listen if you're comfortable with it," Tony says in a soothing voice before sitting down on the bed again, and Jackson finds his place next to him on the bed.

"It's just... I'm very excited to ask Virginia to marry me, but she reminds me of my first wife. Her name was Lily, but she fell ill after we were married for about seventeen years, and not too long after, she passed away as a consequence of her illness. There was nothing the doctors could do, so we decided to make the most out of the rest of her life. Before she passed, she told me it was okay to move on, and I never wanted to until I met Virginia."

The tears that gathered in Tony's waterline are falling as he listens to Jackson talk about her, and he can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to lose you.

"She's very similar to Lily in many ways, yet she's not the same in the best way possible. I truly believe Lily must be watching over me, and she has sent Virginia on my path to let me know she's okay and that it's okay to fall in love with someone else. I always tell people that while Lily was my first love, Virginia is my soulmate, and we are destined to be together," he finishes his story, and Tony can't help but let the tears flow freely.

Without saying a word, Tony pulls Jackson in for a hug. The two men stay like this for a few minutes, not sharing a single word but just being in each other's presence.

"She'll be the luckiest woman in the universe tonight, that's for sure," Tony tells him, and Jackson puts the ring away before picking himself back together. After one more thank you, Jackson leaves the room, and not long after, you walk into the bedroom with little Paxton on your hip, ready to change him and get dressed.

He looks at you, and you can tell he's been crying as you approach him. When you find your place next to him on the bed, he takes little Paxton from your arms and holds him for a much-needed cuddle. You let your head rest on his shoulder, your hand lying on his thigh to let him know you're there for him.

"I love you, Sunshine; I'm glad to have found my soulmate so early in my life," he whispers, and you nod softly in agreement. You're glad to have found yours, too, and to have started a family with him. There's nothing in this world you love more than Tony and your children, and you'd do anything to protect them, no matter the situation.

During the afternoon, your twins, Hudson and Orion, have been busy playing outside in the thick layer of snow together with Howard, Jackson, and Tony as they've been building snowmen while you, Virginia, and Maria worked to prepare the dinner for tonight. Paxton was napping in his room, and before you could even think about what was happening, you felt a pair of cold hands slide under your hoodie, making you shriek loudly.

"What the hell is wrong with-" but before you can finish your sentence, your mouth shuts quickly when you realize who it is. Your son, Hudson, was playing a prank after he planned it with Tony, but now you feel bad after seeing his little pout and the tears on his cheeks.

"Oh my goodness, Baby Boy, Mommy is so sorry she yelled at you like that. You startled me, but I didn't mean to make you sad," you say as you sit on your knees, and Hudson immediately walks over to you for a much-needed hug.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," he says with a small voice, and you pull him close as you rub his back, apologizing profusely until he's calmed down. You can feel the tears stinging in the corners of your eyes as you hold him close, his arms wrapped around your neck as he hugs you back.

"No need to say sorry, Baby Boy, you didn't do anything wrong. Mommy should be the one saying sorry for getting angry, and I will. I'm sorry for reacting as I did, but can you promise not to scare me again like that?" you ask him, and when he nods in response, you give him a big kiss.

"I love you, Mommy," he says, and your heart melts.

"I love you too, little Munchkin. Shall we make some hot chocolate for everyone? I think you all deserve some after playing in the snow the entire time," you ask, and he wiggles from your grasp excitedly before running to the pantry and getting all the supplies he needs to make it.

While Hudson goes to grab everything, you get the mugs and everything ready, but you still can't shake the feeling of what happened earlier, and when Tony walks back in, he instantly senses something's wrong. You're not sure how, but this man has a sixth sense of your well-being.

"What's on your mind, Pretty Girl?" Tony asks as he stands in front of you, lifting your chin by putting his index finger underneath so you can look into his dark brown eyes.

"I got scared by Hudson, and I reacted poorly by yelling. I didn't know what was going on, and I'd already told him I was sorry before hugging it out, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm a bad parent for yelling," you tell him in a soft, almost inaudible voice from shame. A bright red flush is covering your cheeks at your admission.

He looks at you with furrowed brows as he thinks about what happened and then realizes this might all be his doing. He's the one who told Hudson to do it, after all. He didn't think about the consequences of his actions, though.

''You're not a bad parent whatsoever, Sunshine. You didn't know what would happen, and I believe Hudson has already forgiven you based on the way he's staring at us right now,'' Tony chuckles as you both turn your heads towards your oldest son, who's bouncing on his feet impatiently as he's waiting for you.

''Come on, Mommy! Let's make hot cocoa for everyone,'' he tells you, and with a chuckle, you let go of your husband, instead grabbing Hudson's hand to go and make the promised hot chocolate.

While you and Hudson take your time to do that, Tony hears Paxton stirring again, and he shoots one more look outside, but Orion, Howard, and Jackson are still eagerly working on their snowman. A smile forms on his lips as he looks at them, and he's fortunate to have such a big family, just like he always dreamt of.

As he walks up to Paxton's room, he can't stop thinking about what it would be like if you were pregnant again. There's something about you with a round belly and a healthy pregnancy glow he will never get enough of; these thoughts are amplified when he sees your youngest son all happy after his nap. He wouldn't mind to have another little one just like him.

''Hi, Little One, did you have a good nap?'' Tony asks as he lifts him out of his crib, and Paxton babbles away as Tony goes to change him from his pajamas into a clean diaper and a dinosaur outfit, making him look adorable. When he even lets out a little yawn, Tony is completely done for, and the baby fever has kicked in full force for him.

Tony brings Paxton down before instructing Maria to give him a bottle, and he whisks you away before you can even think about what's going on. When the door to his bedroom closes, he's all over you with wandering hands and lingering kisses.

''M so hard for you, Sunshine, can't wait to fuck another baby into you. All round and glowing got so fucking hard just of the thought alone,'' he practically growls between sucking and biting your neck, leaving a trail of dark purple bruises there. Your fingers laced in his dark brown locks, pulling him impossibly closer as you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties.

''Please, fuck another baby into me,'' you beg him softly as he sucks one last bruise on your jaw, ensuring everyone can see exactly what you two have been doing. He shows everyone you're his and wants everyone to see how crazy you drive him.

Before you know it, you're lying on the bed, entirely bare for him, as his hands roam over every inch of your skin, both inked and blank. He's completely naked, too, his cock standing at attention the entire time, but that's not his main focus right now. All he wants now is you and to have you fall apart on his tongue and fingers before even thinking of getting off himself.

''You look so beautiful for me, Sunshine, lying here like this,'' he purrs at you, and you can't help but grip the sheets in anticipation as he's inching closer to your core, right where you need him most. His lips ghost over your flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake, your eyes shut as you're letting the pleasure overtake you right now.

He finally settles between your thighs, pushing them open to let his broad frame lay between them before he blows warm air over your dripping folds, making you shudder and arch your back reflexively. A wicked grin appears on his lips before his long fingers spread your folds, and he admires the way you glisten as he feels himself throbbing.

Biting his lip as he looks at you, he can't resist any longer, and he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, licking up every last drop that you're willing to give. The moan leaving your lips is near pornographic, and it only serves to make Tony even harder as he pays attention to your little bundle of nerves, pushing you over the edge with another loud moan.

''Oh, fuck!" your hands pulled on his hair as he worked you through your orgasm, Tony rutting his hips into the mattress to give himself the slightest bit of relief without doing too much and risking him cumming before he even started.

''You're going to be the death of me, Sunshine,'' he whispers between kisses up your belly, littering your breasts with them, too, before grabbing you and turning you both over so you're on top of him. You're straddling him as you lean over, capturing his soft, plump pink lips with your own, your tongue sliding past his lower lip before sliding in and letting the kiss take its natural course.

His hands roam over your warm back as you melt into his touch, a smile tugging at your lips before you pull away and look into his deep brown eyes. His hand slides over your neck and down to your throat before carefully pushing your head up with his fingers so he can examine the little lovebites he left there that have turned dark purple already.

''So fucking beautiful, and all mine,'' he growls before adding one more to the collection on your neck. Tony's cock is trapped between your bodies as you grind slowly over it, the stimulation pulling soft moans from you. You look down at your husband with half-lidded eyes and your mouth slightly open as the moans spill over.

''I need to feel you, Sunshine, I need to fill you and fuck another baby into you. Stuffing you full of my cum until it drips out and you're round with my baby again,'' Tony whispers against your neck as he lines up with your entrance before you can slide down.

His girth always makes it a stretch, but you wouldn't change it for the world as you will happily stretch around him every time. As soon as he bottoms out, he places his hands on your hips with a loose grip. Your hands are placed on his firm chest as you start riding him slowly, feeling every ridge and vein inside you as he hits your G-spot.

Each time he hits that spot inside you, a soft moan escapes, and your pussy clenches around him before you cum, making him groan and pull you into his chest.

''Hold on tight, Sunshine, because you're going to get the ride of your fucking life,'' he groans in your ear before planting his feet firmly on the mattress and fucking into you with a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room and bouncing off the walls. Combined moans and groans fill in the rest of the space, and before you know it, you're squirting all over his legs and bed while screaming his name.

Tony could hold off his orgasm just long enough, and as you're coming down from your own high, his pace becomes unsteady, and he shoots long ropes of his cum inside of you as he rides out his high as well. You're both panting heavily as he pulls you as close as possible while whispering how good you've been for him.

''You did so well for me, Sunshine, 'm so lucky to have you as my wife. Wouldn't want to be here with anyone else but you,'' he tells you, and you feel a flush on your cheeks as he tells you this. You feel like the luckiest girl on earth and are happy to have him by your side.

''I love you so much, My Love; thank you for being my husband,'' you say before you can feel your eyelids get heavy, and Tony pulls the comforter over both of you; worrying about the cleanup is something for later.

While you and Tony were busy in his bedroom, Virginia and Maria finished off the preparation of the dinner while Howard and Jackson took care of the twins and Paxton. Now it's time for dinner, and after you both shower to get cleaned up, you head downstairs and into a conversation you wish would have never happened.

''Well, it sounded like you two lovebirds had quite a lot of fun!'' Jackson starts as he looks at Tony, who wears a proud look on his face. You walk in after your husband, and when Jackson sees your neck, he audibly gasps.

''Wow, you have a LOT of hickeys on your neck; you two had lots of fun indeed-'' he says, but before he can finish that sentence, Virginia pulls him to the side with a deadly glare, explaining that everyone lets you two enjoy your own thing. They don't comment on it afterward.

Meanwhile, you feel that you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole as you hide behind Tony, who's reassuringly holding your hand. He squeezes softly to let you know it's okay, but you're too ashamed to come out of your hiding spot, so instead, he turns around.

''Are you okay, Pretty Girl?'' Tony asks, and you shake your head in response, not trusting your voice now. He pulls you against his chest as you bury your face in the fabric of his hoodie, inhaling his scent to calm you down effectively.

It isn't mentioned during dinner anymore, and it is like nothing has happened. You're feeding Paxton some of the vegetables on the table and some mashed potatoes while you're enjoying your dinner, and the conversation flows freely.

When dinner is over, all the men clean up because the women cook, so you're sitting on the couch with Paxton in your arms as he wants to be held by you, and Hudson and Orion are focused on the TV as they're watching a movie. You, Maria, and Virginia, are deep into conversation until the men are done and join you all on the couch.

''Got room for one more over here?'' Tony asks, and you scoot forward, making room for him behind you before leaning into his arms and melting into his hold. The evening continued, and the twins and Paxton eventually napped to wake up before midnight and celebrate the new year with everyone.

Around 23:30, Jackson suddenly gets up and fumbles with the little box in his pocket. He was going to wait until after midnight, but he can't wait any longer, so he will pop the question right here and right now. He walks over to Virginia and asks her to stand up, which she does, albeit with a questioning look on her face.

''Virginia, I knew we were destined to be together from the first moment I met you. I couldn't wait to hear your laugh or see how your eyes crinkle when you smile. Your voice is like one of an angel, and your patience is something I admire. I am proud that you raised your beautiful daughter into an amazing, strong woman with an equally beautiful family. But most of all, I am delighted to call you my girlfriend. However, I want to change that tonight.''

Jackson sinks on one knee, and you can't help but let a big sob escape at the sight before you. Tony rubs your belly in an attempt to calm you down as he looks over your shoulder at what is happening.

''Virginia Huxley, will you make me the happiest man and do me the honor of becoming my wife?'' he asks, and when she says yes, you all applaud as he slips the ring on her finger before kissing her, and the tears are flowing freely down your face while you watch the scene in front of you unfold.

As soon as he pulls away, your Mom wiggles out of his grasp, and you do the same with Tony because right now, you need to hold your Mom and tell her how happy you are for her.

''I can't believe it, I'm so happy for you! You deserve it, Mom,'' you tell her as you hug her tightly, holding her and letting out the tears of excitement. When she pulls away to show you the ring, you let out a small gasp as you take a look at it. It reflects the light in the room perfectly, making it look gleaming.

Once everyone has seen the ring, both Jackson and Virginia cannot let go of one another, and you can't help but smile each time they kiss because you know what it felt like when Tony proposed to you. You have officially both found your soulmates now, and even though life has ways to get you there, you're thrilled you have.

A comfortable silence has fallen over the room when Maria suddenly disturbs it, letting everyone know it is almost time to ring in the new year together, and she gets a drink ready for everyone while you and Tony go and get your three children as well.

A few minutes later, everyone was ready for the countdown, which was very close. In unison, everyone counts down from ten to one, and as soon as the clock strikes midnight, everyone cheers loudly.

''Happy New Year, everyone!'' Maria exclaims happily, and Tony pulls you in for your first kiss of the year, which takes your breath away each year. From your first one, where it was just the two of you, to now, all of them have a special place in your heart, and you will never forget them.

His hands are placed on your cheeks as his eyes flick from your eyes down to your lips and back before leaning in, and they slot together perfectly with yours as he lays every promise of loving you into this one kiss. His tongue glides past your lower lip, and you happily open up for him as he takes the lead in the kiss, leaving you breathless once again.

''I love you, Sunshine, and happy new year,'' he says before giving one last peck on your lips. He then bends down to kiss each of his children, after which you do the same. Then, it's time to watch the fireworks. You're all standing before the big window as you look at the fireworks shooting into the sky.

Hudson and Orion each by one of your sides, Paxton in your arms and Tony behind you, his hands resting on your hips. This year promises to be great, and you're excited to see what it'll bring this time.

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yellowbrickramble · 9 months

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I thought it'd be fun to make each of Jinjur's soldiers a character from Oz canon!

It'll be a while before you see all of their names used in the comic, so I'm including a helpful identification guide to the Army of Revolt below the cut so that you may get to know them right away:

A) Miss. Cuttenclip A Quadlish delinquent who likes arts & crafts. From Emerald City of Oz.

B) Captain Elfie Bah A Winkielander delinquent who hates both witches and the daughters of witches. Named after Elphaba from Wicked, but is clearly a legally distinct character. Please don't sue me.

C) Salye Soforth A Winkielander delinquent who is the younger sister of Queen Ann Soforth in Tik-Tok of Oz.

D) Dyna Nikidik A Gillikinese delinquent who is related to the Crooked Sorcerer. From Road to Oz, but her last name comes from Marvelous Land of Oz.

E) Tollydiggle A Gillikinese delinquent from whom you cannot escape. Only has one name, like Cher. From Patchwork Girl of Oz.

F) Blinkie <3 A sweet and kind foreign exchange student who fell in with the wrong crowd by accident! She's Juni Jump's best friend! Don't bother looking up who "Blinkie" is in Oz canon. I'm sure you'll only find lies.

G) Jessiva Pipt A Munchkin delinquent who is the daughter of Dr. Pipt, aka the Crooked Sorcerer. Dyna is her cousin. From the 1914 film adaptation of Patchwork Girl of Oz.

H) Juniberry "Juni" Jump A Quadlish delinquent who is in love with Jinjur and is Blinkie's best friend. Named in homage to John R. Neill's Jenny Jump, but is actually a composite character of the rabbit who lives near Nimmie Amee in Tin Woodman of Oz and the bunnies of Bunnybury in Emerald City of Oz.

If you read all this, I'd appreciate it if you supported me on Patreon. (link in bio)

#land of oz #general jinjur #army of revolt #flag of oz #cartoon bomb #bunny #girls

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winterlynightlystories · 8 months

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~Masterlist~

Fandom’s list

Jjk

I didn't know where to go

My Nocturnal Serenade pt 1 . pt 2 . pt 3 . pt 4 . pt 5 . pt 6

Our house of memories

A debt to pay (in memory of the dead of chpt 236)

Still worth fighting for? Pt.1

Homelander

Munchkin Saga (coming soon) pt 1 pt 2 Kinktober

Hercule Poirot

X Criminal!Male!Reader (Coming soon) pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6 pt 7

Stranger things

Welcome to Hawkins

Marvel

Another way out

Titre

Kinktober 2023

Anakin - Spanking/Punishment

Anakin - Cheating/public sex

Geto Suguru - Shower

Gojo Satoru - Brat taming

Gojo Satoru - Body Worshipping

Doflamingo - Choking

Erwin Smith - Daddy

Simon “Ghost” Riley - Begging

Hange - Being caught

Levi - Shower

Mihawk - Knife/Blood play

Homelander - Comfort sex

Sukuna - Oral anal

Nanami Kento - Bondage

Obi-Wan - Handcuff

Shanks - Public/Drunk sex

Shanks - Caught Masturbating

#male reader #x male reader #gn reader #x gn reader #fanfic #jjk #marvel #one piece #top male reader #dc universe #hercule poirot #masterlist

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toms-cherry-trees · 1 year

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Withered || Arthur Shelby x Reader

Summary: You have given all the love you have, but love needs to be cared for to bloom

Word Count: 3390

Warnings: Angst, mentions of murder, blood, drug usage and alcoholism

Author’s note: My submission for K’s lovely celebration “Tales From The Flower Garden” with the prompt “You thought I was a savable man” Again CONGRATULATIONS MY SWEET MUNCHKIN K FOR YOUR MILESTONE YOU DESERVE THEM ALL and I put up so much of me for this to makeup for my failure for your last celebration that I even put together some pics to make it more in theme. Love ya lots darling!

The loose petals heaped around your feet upon the wooden floors. Pink, peach, pure white and cream. You had been toiling over that floral arrangement for hours, but your tenseness and your wandering thoughts had robbed you of your concentration, jittering hands having reduced the soft buds to denuded and wilted stems. Behind you, the antique grandfather clock’s bells chimed, taunting you with the unforgiving pass of time, which seemed to move twice as fast that night. The black carved hands marked midnight on the golden clock face. Arthur had promised to be home in time for dinner.

The table remained set in the dining room, the fine silverware and dishware all laid out, perfectly polished, awaiting for those who would not sit at the table that night. The candles had melted halfway through before you had the heart to blow them out. A crystal vase held a marvellous bouquet of your best roses, red and white in full bloom. A red petal had come loose and laid over the white tablecloth like a blotch of spilled blood.

The housekeeper came to you at least five times, inquiring how much longer the cook should wait to warm up the plates and prepare the rest of the dishes. You kept dragging on what you already knew until a quarter past ten, when you instructed her to bring you a cup of tea and some biscuits only, and to have the staff dine on everything that had been prepared already. At least the food would not go to waste.

You continued to fiddle unceasingly with the weakened stems, hoping that arranging them in a certain way would hide the ruin of the flowers, perfection on the outside to hide the ruin behind. But it was a hopeless cause, and no amount of skill or attention could undo the disaster.

In a rapture of frustration you smacked the vase violently, as if that piece of green tinted porcelain had become the source of all your discontent. The ornament crashed down obstreperously, sending sharp shards and greenery in every direction of your sitting room. The fury morphed into panic, and you quickly swept the evidence of your riotous act behind the drapes; much like you swept your woes under the carpet to be hidden until you forcibly stumbled upon them again, having blissfully forgotten their existence when not faced with them.

That fleeting but fierce outburst helped decompress your anger like steam escaping from a teapot, leaving you empty and strangely deflated. All energies left you abruptly, and your legs threatened to buckle under the weight of your body and your worries. You slumped backwards, half sitting, half crashing into a nearby armchair. Your tired eyes went over the spilled water staining the floorboards white, the astray pieces of vase and leaves you had not picked up, and the dent left in the wood by the crashing porcelain. Slowly, gradually like a withering carnation, your body began to slouch, until your elbows rested on your knees and your chin buried in your chest, face hidden in your trembling hands, muffling a saddening mixture of sobs and heavy sighs.

The clock in the corner chimed again.

You did not move until a familiar sound snapped you out of your trance. Wheels on the gravel of the driveway, and the steady rumbling of a car engine. The mess of your hair, the wrinkles in your dress, your sweaty neck and the painful stiffness of your joints were compelling proof that you had fallen asleep in the chair. The sky outside had faded from a pitch black to a dark and stormy grey, uncommon but not impossible in those early days of spring. Birds chirped outside, the chickens and roosters cackled in their pens behind the house, and the dogs howled and jumped about to welcome your husband home. A house full of life, while you felt just like a hollow carcass.

The front door creaked open. Normally you would be quick on your feet to greet Arthur home with a kiss on the cheek, while he would circle your waist with his slender arm and pepper your face with kisses, tickling you with his brush moustache and making you giggle like a schoolgirl in love for the first time. You’d take his coat and cap while he asked about your day, and you would fill him in with small talk about the farm, your painting and drawing and the latest tales from your two young children, William and Helene, with a third one due to join the family in the summer. Arthur would compliment the beauty and the aroma of the new floral arrangements you had crafted to decorate the various rooms of your home, even though he did not understand one bit what he talked about, but he knew how much the simple praises filled your heart. And all would be well.

But things had changed and so had you.

Arthur tried to enter the house silently, as if by making no noise he would just easily slip by and you would miraculously forget yet another broken promise. You peered around the corner in time to see him tiptoeing around the creaking boards, shoes in hand and drenched in what you presumed to be blood from head to toe. Perhaps you should have been worried, and in another time you would have been anyway, but you knew better; that blood belonged to others. Others he had slain with his own hand in the night he promised to be home early for dinner.

Soon his eyes found you, standing in the foyer all dishevelled, eyes dulled by exhaustion and the corners of your lips downturned by disappointment. Your silent presence surprised him enough for him to drop his shoes, back straightening tight like a low rank soldier facing his war general. He wrung his cap in his hands nervously, his moustache quivering with the anxious flitter of his lips as he mumbled a hundred different apologies so fast and so quietly that it sounded like a low humming, words tumbling over each other as he tried to find the right thing to say to excuse the inexcusable. At last he fell silent, head dropped low, ears braced and heart clenched in anticipation of the impending arrival of your wrath upon him, raining like hellfire, a penance he knew he deserved for his transgression.

But the words never came.

The seconds passed and silence reigned the scene, broken only by the ticking of the clock and the whistle of the breeze entering through the ajar door. After an unbearable pause, Arthur looked up just enough to examine your expression, almost expecting you to be branding a fire poker, arm raised to strike. But the scene before him turned out to be much worse, and he wished he had not looked.

You looked so broken. So defeated. Your shoulders slumped, eyes reddened, aged decades in hours by worry and anger and sadness. Arthur hated your unhappiness more than anything in this world, yet he continues to be the source of all your grievances, then become racked by guilt, apologise and make half hearted promises of improvement that inevitably end broken, only to repeat the cycle over and over again.

Your husband stepped tentatively, forward, a hand raised as if to touch you, but halfway deciding not to push his luck and letting it fall to his side “Poppy” He murmurs, using his favourite pet name for you in honour of your favourite flower. You can hear the edge of regret in his voice, matched by the sorrowful expression upon his face. But you cannot swallow your rightful feelings to coddle his own.

“Save it” You waved your hand in exasperation, moving past him and out the door, not allowing him a chance to stop you.

Your wandering steps took you to your flower garden. In the first months of your marriage, when the future looked rose tinted and joyful and every day felt like a new honeymoon, Arthur had the best gardeners and flower experts come to your newly purchased estate to plant it for you and teach you how to care best for each individual breed, all of that just to celebrate your first month of union. Roses, poppies, carnations, lilies of the valley and forget-me-nots composed the rows of fragrant flower beds, their perfume mixing in the air with the scent of damp earth and grass.

In the warmer months the garden filled with life, bees and butterflies fluttering about the vibrant buds, drinking the sweet nectar while your children admired them with wide eyed wonder. You loved to have picnics there, all the family lounging in an old blanket with a basket prepared by your loving hands with everyone’s favourite snacks. Arthur loved to lay his head in your lap during your pregnancies, his cheek pressed against the rounded bump and whispering hushed promises to the baby against your skin, never letting you in on the details of those secret conversations. The world looked so vibrant and lively, all filled with brightness and hopefulness and happiness; sheer, untrammelled happiness.

But now grey skies hovered above you, the insects had hidden and the joy had passed. The world felt veiled in grey, dull and lifeless; even your cherished flowers having lost their shine. You walked through the rows of greenery, pulling your cardigan closer to your frame. A gelid drizzle began to fall, but you felt such cold from within that the droplets on your skin went unnoticed. The breeze grew stronger, loosened flower petals drifting across the ground and being swept away, some weakened flower stems snapping and falling at your feet. If left to the elements and not nurtured properly, the flowers withered and died.

Just like love.

On one of the bushes, a flower stood out to you. A perfect pearly white rose in full bloom, rows upon rows of soft petals spread open and exuding a sweet aroma. The beads of water gathering on the folds gave it a special shimmer, as if dotted by little crystals. You reached to pluck it, but a thorn dug into your thumb, drawing a gasp from your lips. When you raised your hand to inspect the damage, a blood drop fell on the flower, the pureness of the white ruined by the crimson liquid. The contrast between your blood and the flower gave you a strange feeling, like an unexplainable tightening in your heart.

A pair of slender hands brushed down your shoulders, sliding over them a thick coat and pulling it close to your frame. It smelled of Arthur’s cologne, and you instinctively snuggled on it, feeling the softness of the fabric against your cheek.

“I hope this is not the blood soaked one you came home in” Your murmured, not turning to face him, instead focused on the bloodied rose.

“No…I grabbed one from the closet in the entrance” You heard the hesitance in his voice “You should go back inside… it’s getting cold and the baby…maybe get to bed with some tea and…” Even without seeing, you knew he was rubbing the back of his head, his face tense in concentration as he tried to read your temper and avoid screwing it up further. But things had already hit rock bottom on your side, so he could only go lower by bringing a shovel.

“I’m fine here” You snapped, arms crossed over your chest, your hands tucked under your armpits to warm your stiffened fingers “I need to be alone”

“Love, think of the baby” Arthur tried to gently guide you away from the flowers, but that gentle and caring touch of his riled you up like a bull before the red cloth. You turned around with such violence he stumbled backwards, appalled by the outburst of his usually sweet and amenable wife.

“I said I want to be alone. I need to be alone to think. Think of why I keep giving you second chances, over and over and over again, when I know you will stomp on them!” Your voice rose several octaves, your outraged words booming throughout the gardens and above the rustle of the wind “One night. Just one night I needed you to stay true to your word. But of course I am met with only disappointment. I always come in second place. We are always an afterthought”

His eyebrows knitted together in a furrow as he stepped forward, his gloved hands cupping your cheeks. You didn’t push away, but your eyes never met his “That is not true. It is not. You are my life, the kids and you are all I have, but Tommy…”

Tommy. Of course. What else could be the reason? Tommy never liked you much, thinking you did nothing more than lead Arthur astray from the family, keeping him tamed and calm when he needed him volatile and angry. But again, Tommy rarely liked anyone other than himself, so you never took the aversion to heart.

“You placed your brother on a pedestal so high that he stands even above the stars, and in your adoration for him you have become blind to the world around you. You would dig out the very Earth and catch rain with your hands for him, but would you do the same for me? Would you break a promise to Tommy to honour one made to me?” You did not need a reply, but you needed your husband to question himself on that. And the silence that followed gave you the answer you needed.

“Do you know what day it was yesterday?” The tone in your voice had changed. The words held not only anger, but hurt. The bitter kind of hurt of a person with no tears left to cry, but with their heart still tightened in a painful coil. A tired pain which has been drawn out too long, which no longer burns but a sting remains everlasting, always nagging in the back and unable to be soothed.

“Friday?” He asked sheepishly

“It was our fifth wedding anniversary. Five years in which you’ve carried that golden band on your finger. In which I’ve given you my heart, my body, all have and I am. I have given you two children and another on the way. And you couldn’t give me one day of your life to celebrate with me”

A gelid silence lingered between you two. You saw the gears slowly turning in Arthur’s brain, his face drooping and eyes widening as the realisation slowly began to sink in. You noticed him silently counting with his fingers, going back and forth on months and days; but truth be told, you doubted he could even recall the year of the wedding had you not reminded him of the pass of time.

“Poppy” He attempted again, hands in your elbows to pull you close to him “I am so sorry, my love. I thought it was today and-”

“Oh please Arthur! After five years you should know me better than to think I would swallow such a lie” An humourless laugh escaped your lips “But again, what more can I expect from you?”

You saw how your jabs hurt him, and deep down you wanted him to be hurt. You wanted him to feel even a fraction of the grief you carried perpetually upon your soul. To understand what it felt when the person who held your heart dropped it and stomped on it with their heel until only dust remained.

You turned away from him, noticing how the breeze had become howling wind, and the gentle drizzle had thickened into a spring rain, the water droplets slipping past the wide collar of the coat and running down the curve of your spine. You crossed your arms over your chest, hands resting upon your shoulders. One might think it a simple gesture to keep yourself warm, but you actually just tried to keep yourself whole.

“You used to buy me flowers” Your eyes closed, evocating in your mind sweet memories of better times to help you steady your heart “You would come home with these massive bouquets and I could barely see your face behind it. They were so colourful and vibrant, and I would take so much care in arranging them in that Japanese vase we got for our wedding. And every time a petal fell off I would press it to dry and then store it. I have the first roses you gave me in a crystal pyx in my vanity. I had the flowers from my bridal bouquet dry pressed and framed. All little mementos of the happiest days of my life” The longing was palpable in your voice, your head tilted to lay on your shoulder as you saw those memories playing behind your eyelids like a movie

But soon those flashbacks faded, and the sweetness turned to bitter bile in your throat “I thought things would be alright. I thought that together, things would improve. You always said you wanted to be a better man, and I hoped I could turn you into one. For some months I thought I did” Your throat tightened and you swallowed the lump down to continue “But every time things seemed better, they ended worse than before. It is always one step forward and three back with you” You dabbed at your hot tears furiously, but they kept mixing on your skin with the freezing rain.

“When I married you, I never thought I would find myself dragging you to the bathtub to wash you clean of your own vomit and spilled gin. That I would have to learn every trick in the book to get blood off your shirts so the maids wouldn’t see them. That I could not let my own children run free around their home until I have made sure you didn’t left your guns or your fucking cocaine laying around”

You heard a thud behind you. Arthur had dropped to his knees, clinging to your skirts like a repentant sinner faced with the Doomsday.

“I can change. I will. This is the last time I fail you” Long fingers tugged on your clothes, like a scared child seeking comfort in his mother. Every fibre of your being urged you to pull him to his feet and embrace him, cradle him into you and promise him that everything would be well in the end. But you couldn’t, because not even you knew if things would ever be well again. Or if you wanted them to.

He noticed the little effect his words had on you, and redoubled his efforts “I-I…I will throw away the whiskey, and the snow and the opium and everything. I will never kill again, never carry a gun with me” His grip on you tightened, arms around your hips with his forehead pressed to your lower back. You felt his sobs against your body, the way he snuggled into you for warmth. In another time, the action would have moved you. But your heart had frozen, immune to hollow words and feeble promises.

“No, Arthur” The impassiveness of your tone caught him off guard, his grip faltering on you “I have given you all I had. I have bled myself dry to keep you afloat. But I can’t anymore. I cannot go on like this for the rest of my days” Your eyes fluttered open, teardrops beading in your lashes like crystals. “I used to think you could be saved”

“You thought I was a savable man” He fell back on the ground, his hold loosening until his arms fell limp at his sides. Your body felt cold without his touch, but even colder with it.

“Yes” You breathed out quietly

“But you don’t think I am no more”

Your eyes fixed again on the bloodied rose. The crimson had dried on the petal, leaving a stain that the pouring failed to wash off. The weight of the water forced the petals down, until they began to split and reveal the very centre of the flower, leaving it exposed to the elements. Some petals drifted in the wind, one by one, disappearing into the storm, until only the red one remained. But that one, too, eventually fell off at your feet, and then the rose was no more.

“No”

#Arthur Shelby #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby x you #arthur shelby imagine #arthur shelby fanfic #arthur shelby one shot #arthur shelby jr #arthur shelby angst #marsie writes #marsie posts

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babiebom · 6 months

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The Wizard and I

A/N: here’s to kicking the series off with a song from an iconic musical! It’s not my favorite song from the musical, but I thought that it would fit since I wanted to write something about Rasmodius! Keep in mind that none of these fics have anything to do with each other, they aren’t even the same media(like this one is stardew and the next could be not stardew y’know) hope you enjoy!! Also if you’ve heard the song or have seen the musical you already know that this is going to be iffy

Tw: cursing, the wizard is a morally uncool person in this, reader has a big old honkin crush on him, magic is used in uncool ways. Someone is turned into something else. Potions used negatively, implied cheating, revenge, bad ending.

Pairing: Magnus Rasmodius x witch!Reader (stardew valley/gender neutral)

Genre: angst, single chapter fic/ oneshot, strangers to mentor to lovers(sorta)

Wc:5.3k

Musical Series Masterlist

When I meet the Wizard. Once I prove my worth. And then I meet the Wizard. What I've waited for since, since birth. And with all his Wizard wisdom. By my looks, he won't be blinded. Do you think the Wizard is dumb? Or like Munchkins so small-minded? No, he'll say to me I see who you truly are. A girl on whom I can rely. And that's how we'll begin. The Wizard and I.

When you first moved to Pelican Town, you were immediately curious about the old wizards tower on the edge of the woods. Everyone around you brushed it off when you asked about it, telling you to stay away or that the man inside was insane or a hermit. The only people who didn’t talk down on him were Merlin, who felt neutral about the mysterious man, Abigail who thought he was the coolest thing in the town, Linus who liked him, and Caroline who acted suspiciously and had nothing to say. Needless to say your curiosity in him grew.

It took weeks before you could finally meet him, weeks that you didn’t know could be spent getting to meet him quicker. You liked the old community center, but held off on going in until you had made yourself comfortable in your new home. If you would’ve known that he would contact you the second you had gone in there with Lewis you would’ve asked about it much sooner. Your heart thumps in your chest as you grip onto the strange letter that was put into your mailbox.

His tower is smaller than you thought, not taking up as much space as you assumed a tower would. As you climb up the steps, your heartbeat quickens. You’re actually going to meet him, you’re going to meet a real life wizard that will actually help you hone in your skills rather than having to learn alone. His garden is small, and has only a single large cauliflower in it, but you stop anyway. It’s a marvel to look at, and you needed to calm down before you made a fool of yourself. Breathing in, you take large steps towards his door, bringing a hand up to knock.

Your knuckles don’t even touch the wood of the door before it creaks open by itself, the lack of light somewhat intimidating you. Maybe he just didn’t turn the light on in the entrance of his home. You step in silently, spinning as the door closes softly behind you. “Hello?” You call out, walking in with steps so small that you might as well have stayed in the same place. A deep rumbling voice pierces your ears and makes your heart flutter.

“Hurry up, enter, we have many things to talk about.” Your heart pounds as you rush further into his home.

The living room is larger than you thought it would be, open and only having a large cauldron as the furniture. The walls held nothing of sentimental value, instead bookcases line the walls, the only real decoration being a rug under the cauldron. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m the new farmer that moved in on the old farm north of you.”

You are taken aback by his appearance. His hair and beard a vibrant purple, very similar to Abigail’s hair. His hat sat atop his head, covering it and the hair that flowed from beneath it, it looked almost like a cowboy hat, but revamped to look cooler. God, you were expecting an old man with grays everywhere and a wizard's hat so goofy that you would have to stop yourself from laughing.

His dark eyes flicker up to look at you for a second before going back to watch whatever he was brewing. He doesn’t bother to return your pleasantries, instead he moves away from the cauldron to stand in front of you, staring down without saying anything. You want to cut through the silence by saying something, but saying something might make him dislike you, he didn’t seem like the type to enjoy jokes, or small talk. “You may call me Rasmodius. I am Seeker of the arcane truths, mediary between physical and ethereal. Master of the seven elementals. I have so many more titles, but I'm sure you get the point.”

You nod quickly, immediately taken with his confidence and air of importance. You wanted that for yourself, not in an evil way. You didn’t want to boast or brag. You just wanted to feel good about yourself, you wanted a reason to feel confident and important. “I have long foreseen your arrival, Farmer. I have been waiting a long time for you to get here.”

Your breathing stutters. He has been waiting for you? For a while? You just blink at him in shock. You hadn’t even known when you were coming here that there would be someone like you…someone that exceeded natural limitations and is something more. And here he is, telling you that he already knew you were going to end up here, as if it’s your destiny or something. “Here, I’d like to show you something.”

He moves back away from you, towards the circle on the floor. The candles are already lit, and before he moves again he sends a smirk your way. “Behold!”

A flash of light burns your eyes for a split second before you see the very thing that you had seen back in the community center. It quite obviously wasn’t a rat like Lewis had tried to convince you of, but you had no idea what it actually could be. It was green and tiny, bouncing on small feet as if it were an idle video game character. It’s…cute! It makes a high pitched noise, eyes flickering between you and the wizard. “You’ve seen one before…haven’t you?” He asks.

“Yes, sir, in the community center.”

“And before that?”

“I can’t say that I have.” For a second he looks disappointed in you, and you want to change your answer and claim to have forgotten. But maybe he values honesty more than lies to seem cooler, you know you do. The thing makes another high pitched noise, snapping you out of your inner turmoil.

“They call themselves ‘Junimos’,” he chuckles for a second, eyes not leaving the tiny creature, “Mysterious spirits, these ones…for some reason, they refuse to speak with me.” His eyebrow quirks up, and the Junimo disappears after he does something with his hands.

He smiles at you, freezing your heart in place, then melting it. You felt warm inside, he made you feel warm inside. “I’m not sure why they’ve moved into the community center, but you have no reason to fear them.”

You move closer to him, to the source of warmth, and open your mouth to speak. “I…um. I found a golden scroll inside the community center, but it was written in a language I don’t understand. What should I do?”

“A golden scroll in an unknown language…most interesting…” his eyes light up and he snaps his fingers causing you to flinch. “Stay here. I’m going to see for myself. Don’t worry, I’ll return shortly.”

You frown at him, he was going to just leave you in his home? It will probably take at least an hour and a half to walk to the community center from here, and the same amount of time back. Were you supposed to just sit here? Before you could protest, the man spins himself around quickly, immediately disappearing from your view. What the fuck?

You spin around, trying to see if he’s tricked you or something, but you’re met with an empty house. You let out a breath, letting your lungs empty themselves from the anxiety that built up while you were in his presence.

As you breathe, the door behind you rattles, causing you to turn much too quickly that it causes you to get dizzy. All Rasmodius does is chuckle at your clumsiness. He moves towards the cauldron, smiling to himself. “I found the note…”

“That’s good! Were you able to read it?”

“The language is obscure, but I was able to decipher it: We, the Junimo, are happy to aid you. In return, we ask for gifts of the valley. If you are one with the forest then you will see the true nature of this scroll.”

You frown, obviously you weren’t one with the forest. You were a witch that had no idea how to use your powers, and lacked skills from the lack of a teacher. Now your ignorance was exposed because you weren’t ‘one with the forest.’ Before you could open your mouth to say something, Rasmodius spoke first.

“Hmm…’one with the forest’…what do they mean?”

He stood there silent for a minute, the only sound coming from him was the sniffling of his nose. “Ah-ha! Come here!” He beckons you over with a large grin. You immediately comply, rushing to his side to stand in front of the bubbling cauldron. The green mist coming from it smells nice, it smells like the earth and dirt. He grips your shoulders in excitement, it sends a wave of shock through your body. He was touching you? He had to have had a breakthrough or something.

“My cauldron is bubbling with ingredients from the forest. Baby fern, moss grub, caramel-top toadstool…! Can you smell it?” He pushes you closer to the mist, letting you breathe in the scent once more. He grabs a ladle and dips it into the cauldron, bringing up murky liquid and pouring it into a cup.

“Here, drink up. Let the essence of the forest permeate your body.”

You frown, not really wanting to drink first juice, but then again you didn’t want him to be disappointed in you. You’re a witch for god's sake! Drinking weird potions came with the label. He hands you the cup, and you stare down into it, breathing in deeply to try and calm yourself down. Swallowing the saliva in your mouth, you bring the cup up to your mouth and tilt it back.

The liquid is thicker than you would’ve liked, but for a second you felt fine. Your stomach rumbles, and you are overcome with the urge to vomit, you suck down gulps of air, only making the feeling worse as the taste was less than pleasant. Did you really just drink something random from his cauldron without an ounce of doubt? You hold your belly, trying to hold the vomit down, and the air around you turns green, as if the mist started filling the air while you were preoccupied. Your vision blurs and sways as you swallow down the spit that’s accumulating in your mouth. All you can see is green after a moment, and that fills you with panic.

The feeling subsided after five whole minutes, five horrible minutes, then your body vibrates in a way that confuses you. You can feel the air around you change, you can feel the earth in a way you haven’t before. Oh! You’ve gained the power of forest magic! Cool! Sucks that the potion tasted like ass.

Rasmodius starts shuffling you out of his tower, and you want to cry. Sure this is what you came for, but you still wanted to speak with him more. It almost felt like he was using you to communicate with the Junimos.

“When you finish gifting the Junimos, come tell me. Until then, don’t bother me.”

It took weeks, months, almost an entire year for you to gather everything to restore the community center. It took so much energy that you wanted to give up before you could complete anything. Sure farming was easy enough, but how are you supposed to make a living when the Junimos want everything that is the best quality? All you could do was remind yourself that you had to prove your worth in order to get Rasmodius to like you, to prove that you are worthy of teaching, worthy of someone enjoying your presence.

So you farm, dig, fish, barter, all for things to gift to the Junimos so they would in turn help the community. Every completed bundle you would hope you would find something, maybe a letter, in your mailbox from Rasmodius. No letter ever came. Yet you persist. You continue gifting, and the Junimos continue restoring things around the community center and the town. Eventually you bring the community tiger, you get Pam her old job back, you make the town a better place to live in, a warmer place to live in. Hell, you did so good that Joja Corporation left the town fully, not seeing any bright future when the small town was now tight knit to shop anywhere other than from someone within the community. Still, no letter came.

You befriend the Junimos during that time, laughing every time one or more of them come out to follow you around the community center. Their voices too quiet for you to catch more than a couple words, it didn’t scare you though, they were too friendly to try to hurt you. They were sweet, cute, almost like very smart pets that could understand exactly what you say. You could never keep one though, it seemed wrong. They seemed to like you enough, sometimes even helping out at the farm without you having to ask. Life was good without him, but there was still that nagging feeling that you needed to be around him. Maybe it was a crush, maybe it was the want to be better, it didn’t really matter, he didn’t wish to see you anyways.

Until he did…

You got a letter in the mail on a random weekday, asking for you to bring him some void essence that he could have. Your heart pounded with excitement that he had finally reached out. You spent all day down in the mines, cutting down monsters with your sword so energetically that you had to leave only after a couple of hours having run yourself ragged. Still, he wanted to see you, and maybe he would be happy when you brought him more than he needed.

The very next day you hurry to his tower, void essence in a cute little bag, just for him. Like with everyone else’s houses, you just walk in spotting him next to the cauldron, just like he was the last time you had seen him. “I have the void essence you wanted…”

His eyes meet yours and for a second you feel small under his gaze until he smiles at you, moving with his hands outstretched for the bag. You hand it over quickly, watching as he takes a bit of the essence out of the bag and plops it right into the cauldron. A purplish black smoke fills the air, causing the both of you to start coughing violently.

“Well,” he coughs, waving a hand around, “guess I should be glad that you brought me a bagful.”

His laughter makes you feel better, he didn’t hate you at all! Maybe he just needed to focus on his magic. “I finished restoring the community center with the help of the Junimos…” you start. You didn’t want to fade into an uncomfortable silence before he kicked you out again. You at least wanted to ask him if he could train you.

“I've seen. You’ve done good work bringing the community together. Did you ever find out anything about the Junimos?”

“No, not really. They’re just sweet little creatures that enjoy nature.”

“I see…” his eyes get a glaze over them as he falls back into his mind, and you watch in confusion. Were you supposed to be finding something out? God, you fucked up everything, huh?

“They have to have a little power though, right? They fixed the minecarts and the bus. I didn’t really have to rebuild anything in the community center; they did it all themselves overnight.”

He nods at your words, and the both of you once again fall into silence. “So um, I was wondering…if um…” Rasmodius doesn’t look up as you stutter over your words, and while it somewhat helps that he isn’t staring at you as you’re trying to ask, it sort of hurts that he isn’t really paying attention after you’ve (somewhat) gathered up the courage to ask him literally anything. “If you could, um, be my mentor? Teach me how to use magic? I mean, I’m already a witch, so it’s not like you’re starting from scratch, I just need help concentrating on using my powers, and potions, and…stuff.”

“Huh?” He finally looks up, only for a second, right into your eyes, “oh, sure. Be here next week at 9 pm.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at him. Surprise crawls it’s way up your spine, he agreed way more easily than you thought he would. “Oh! Okay! See you next week!” You grin and walk out of his tower, your steps threaten to turn into hops as giddiness runs its course through your body.

Things are starting to look up.

A cloud of green smoke puffs up from the cauldron and into your lungs, you cough loudly as you fan your hand in the air, trying to get the rest of the smoke away from you. “And what did you do wrong?” Rasmodius asks, an unhappy look adorning his features. You frown sheepishly, embarrassment filling your body.

“I think I didn’t mix fast enough?” You question. It was hard to know what you were doing wrong when all you could focus on was not fucking up, and not disappointing him. With your luck you managed to do both.

“No!” His frown deepened, his dark eyes fixed into a glare. “You mixed too quickly, and too many times! The recipe says to mix 26 times counterclockwise at a moderate pace, then mix 38 times clockwise at a slow pace! You did all 64 one way and too quickly!”

“I’m sorry-“

“You need to pay more attention. It’s as if you’re not taking this seriously!”

Your heart drops into your ass at his words. Of course you were taking this seriously, this was all you ever wanted. You stutter out sounds, trying to deny his claims but all you can do is clammer up. He groans and tells you to repeat the potion.

Your heart beats erratically in your chest, in trying to concentrate harder all you do is make it worse, now being unable to read the words on the page. You fight the urge to tear up and fail, the tears running down your cheeks like a landslide. You try to keep your calm while remaking the potion, but again it puffs up in suffocating smoke as your tears add a component that wasn’t meant to be in it. You whimper quietly in mortification. What were you going to do now?

Rasmodius lets out another groan from somewhere beside you, the annoyance clear in his voice. “Go home. Practice making the spell right and return here next week. It’s clear that you’re not going to get anything done right now.”

You nod and gather your things and the ingredients you need to practice making the potion, maybe you just needed to calm down. As you speed walk out of his tower, your goodbyes fall on deaf ears, he doesn’t reply even as the door swings shut behind you. Taking in a shaky breath, you let the tears fall freely, releasing the burning sensation that had taken over your entire face from how hard you were trying to keep your composure.

‘He’s just trying to look out for me,’ you think to yourself, your steps heavy as you walk home. ‘He just wants me to do my best…’. It seems as if everything that goes up, must come down.

You squeal in excitement as your potion turns out the correct color, on your first try. You grin happily, it had been months since you first started being mentored by Rasmodius, and while some of it was harsh and difficult, you see now exactly why he had been tough on you. It was more rewarding than you thought it would be finally completing your first potion on your own. The wizard grabs you and pulls you into a hug, a bright smile on his face. Your stomach bursts into butterflies as he holds you. “Amazing!”

For the past few months he’s been tutoring you, correcting you, making you the best witch that you can be. And just a little it’s paid off. Soon enough, you’ll be great, soon enough you’d be able to save people. This potion is just a test, to see if you could make something. It’s supposed to turn a person into a dove. Something that Rasmodius says he can already do without anything helping him. “Now, we just need a practice dummy.”

“A practice dummy?” You ask, looking at him in curiosity. He never said anything about using it on someone, but then again you think, how else would you be able to tell if you’ve made the potion correctly or not?

“Yes!” He looks absolutely giddy over the thought of you testing this on something.

“What are we testing it on?”

His eyes are alight with mischief, and yet he doesn’t answer you. Something seems off, but you can’t bring yourself to seem upset or care about it, he just looks so happy.

“Pierre?” You exclaim in horror, staring at Rasmodius. He nodded vigorously, seemingly excited about using the dove potion on Pierre. You didn’t understand why, and he refused to elaborate as he tried to convince you to get him to drink the potion.

“He is on his way here now! You have to get him to drink the potion.”

“And turn him into a dove? I don’t think I can do that, sir.”

“You will, or you can stop showing up here.”

Your heart drops and beats inside of your stomach. He was making you choose between turning a man into a dove for however long, and your work with him? By first look it seems like an obvious choice: do NOT turn the innocent man into a dove that’s RUDE. But your heart wanted you to choose Rasmodius, to not give up on learning how to be the best witch that you can be, even if it takes doing morally questionable things. So that’s what you do, accept what he wants you to do.

When Pierre knocks on the door he looks pissed, and he barges in without saying anything to you. “Where is he?”

You’re confused, even though you know he probably means Rasmodius. “He-he’s here somewhere. I mean it is his house and all. Why are you here?”

Pierre finally looks at you in confusion, as if he’s seeing that you’re in the same room as him for the first time. “He called me here to talk about my wife! As if he knows her at all. Y’know I knew something was up when she took all those walks nearby. I shouldn’t have trusted that man.”

“Do…do you want any tea? While you wait?”

Pierre frowns then nods after a second, as if you’ve made a wrong choice by not meeting him at the door with tea. So you nod, and go and heat some up in a kettle, adding the potion and mixing it. It’s only a bit, the cup tiny, only enough for a shot. But it should be enough for him to turn. You return to the living room, handing Pierre the cup. He downs it immediately, smacking his lips loudly in disgust. His face twists up unhappily and he glares at you.

“Did it taste okay?”

“No it didn’t taste okay! It tasted horrible! Why offer to make tea if you don’t know how to?”

You blink in surprise at his words, maybe he was just upset at Rasmodius’ supposed affair with Caroline. Maybe somewhere in his brain he knows that he’s going to be turned into a dove.

Rasmodius reveals himself after a second, a smirk on his face. For some reason something feels wrong about this scenario, but he’d never actually hurt anyone…would he? “You know…I’ve been waiting on this for a very long time, Pierre.”

You frown and back away from the man. What the fuck is happening? “You stay away from my wife!”

Rasmodius shrugs his shoulders, still smirking at him as if he’s looking forward to the man being turned into a dove. Is this all he used you for? “Well you won’t be able to do anything about it now. Not anymore.”

Pierre grunts in pain, gripping his stomach and doubling over. “What did you do to me?” He screams out as he drops to his knees. You rush over to him only to be shoved away with all of his remaining energy.

“You never said it was going to cause him pain!” You shout at Rasmodius and he shrugs again. “How long will this last? I mean he won’t be a dove forever will he?”

“He will, but it’s okay. No one will know what we did. The idiot didn’t tell anyone he was coming here. So as long as no one has seen him, no one will know.”

Pierre screams out again, the pure agony in his voice causes you to flinch and cover your ears. “But still! He’s in pain! And he can’t be a dove forever! What about his family?”

“They’ll be okay without him.”

You blink at him, where did this attitude come from? Like actually what is wrong with him? Pierre lets out one final shriek, body writhing on the ground. White feathers grow out of his skin, and you can hear his bones cracking loudly as his arms force themselves into itself. His mouth and nose stretch out and combine, and his head shrinks.

It looks absolutely painful and by the end he is a tiny little bird, ruffling its wings. Rasmodius picks it up and throws the dove Pierre into a cage rather roughly. You gasp as his tiny little body crashes into the bars, a sort of yelp coming from his beak. Guilt wraps itself around each and every body part of yours, around each and every internal organ you have. You almost want to vomit from the feeling. Rasmodius just laughs, locking the cage not even looking at you.

You’ve definitely done something wrong.

Going into town has been something you’ve avoided for weeks now, unable to handle seeing Caroline and Abigail cry at all. They have no idea what has happened to Pierre, and it’s not as if you can tell them since you’re responsible, so you avoid them at all costs. Now the only person you interact with is Rasmodius, and sometimes it feels as if you were stuck with him. He kept a close eye on you now, watching your every move. He told you as much. If he goes down, so do you.

Your body sags as you enter the tower, it’s become normal for you to be unable to sleep, yet the man you thought you idolized and maybe even loved seemed more like a stranger. Maybe he had always been one.

You hear a small squeal as you enter the tower, causing you to rush in, heart and head thumping. A tiny blue Junimo lies underneath the boot of Rasmodius. You don’t know what he was doing, but it seemed as if he was going to do something unthinkable.

You rush in, pushing Rasmodius down and off of the Junimo. It seemed smaller than the others, and the second his boot was off of it, it disappeared. “What are you doing?”

He glared at you so hard you felt as if your insides were on fire. Is this really the man you had a crush on? “Getting them to give me what I want. More power.”

“But that looked like a baby! And you can do enough, what do you need more power for?”

“To protect people! To protect everyone! No one else would need to die if I could just figure out how to get a little more power. If I could get the secrets of the universe! I know the Junimos have it.”

“So you’re going to torture them until they give in?”

He gets up from his position on the floor, and his eyes flash with something that causes a shiver to go down your spine. “Farmer! You don’t think that I’m actually going to harm them right?” He moves towards you slowly.

“You hurt Pierre, turned him into a dove, his family is hurt too…”

“Oh but you did that, you made the potion and gave it to him. I just supplied the space. Besides, you know I just want what’s good for the world right? You trust me.”

“I don’t know…” he’s touching you now, a hand on your shoulder and one wrapped around your waist. You can feel his breath on your face from how close he is.

“I mean, you wanted to be with me right? Well you can, I’m giving you a chance. Just…ignore my methods and help me save everyone. Be my assistant and everything will be fine.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips and your heart flips uncomfortably. It wasn’t how you thought it would be…the feeling was more painful than you imagined your heart would be in.

“I don’t think so…”

“Imagine the power…how much people will worship us for saving all of humanity. No more wars, no more killing…all because of us.”

You want to fall for it so badly, but the tone of his voice keeps you from falling into a delusion. He never loved you at all, and now he’s using your crush on him to try to manipulate you. If he had been a little less insane sounding, you probably would’ve fallen for it, for him. But now all you can feel are ants crawling in the places that he’s touching you in.

“No”. You scramble backwards, away from him and the sheer insanity he was exuding, there’s obviously something wrong with him. It was like there was a shadow, around his body, shrouding everything in black. Turning to run, he stops you, tackling you to the ground. The wind is knocked out of your lungs as he sits on top of you. Your stomach twists in fear. What was he going to do?

Your mouth is forced open and he pours something on your face. It burns so badly that you feel as if your skin is melting. You scream out, your vision flickering as you struggle to stay awake, he holds you still beneath him. The last thing you hear is his laughter as you’re forcibly put to sleep.

The light fills your eyes as they’re cut on all too suddenly. ‘He’s back!’ Rasmodius enters the basement of his tower, staring at you with affection in his eyes. You can’t help but feel absolute happiness as he looks at you. You push your hands through the bars of your cage, rattling your chain in order to reach out to him.

He shoves food into your hands, sitting in his chair as he watches you devour your first and last meal of the day. You’re a good pet, he’s trained you to be. He laughs and you look up at him to smile, mouth full. While you don’t remember how you got here, you know you only have one job, to do whatever he wants.

Man, isn’t life great?

And I'll stand there with the Wizard. Feeling things I've never felt. And though I'd never show it I'd be so happy, I could melt. And so it will be for the rest of my life. And I'll want nothing else 'til I die. Held in such high esteem. When people see me, they will scream. For half of Oz's favorite team. The Wizard and I

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