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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years

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Servantly duties

A/N: I've been working on this on and off for like a month so I'm sorry if its no bueno! I was really just trying to finish it and am keen to work on kinktober!

TW: implied sexual harassment, chipped fingernail, aphrodisiac/ love potion trope, forced kissing/touching

Synopsis: as a human servant to a satyr god, you're forced to draw him a bath and fall to his whims.

Word Count:4000

Being a servant for a deity and their court was not as glamorous as it may have seemed. “Yes your highness” this, and “of course my lord” that; you were just thankful that satyrs were a lively race. Especially considering their knacks for magic and devious enchantments, not to mention their selfishly lustful acts. But you, you had the special task of taking care of a very important one. A god. Though the god himself was not very powerful nor crucial to most creatures, in the hierarchy of his race he was the most grand.

After getting caught stealing from his altar out of desperation, you were condemned to work in the prime temple as a servant. You were shown mercy partly due to the gods laziness, and mostly because the being took a strange, licentious liking to you. Besides nymphs, humans were one of the most sought after creatures by satyrs, and it was not very often that one of the two would strut into such a dangerous territory. If it weren’t for the deity keeping you at his side, you probably would’ve been taken by one of his subjects. Satyrs never had a filter on their ravenous sexuality, only god knows what would’ve happened if they got their claws on you. But, it's not like the deity was any better.

Though your servitude was a punishment, you grew accustomed to your life here. You swallow your pride in order to avoid the gods wrath, hoping someday to be free of serving such voracious creatures. A snide comeback wasn’t worth being cursed for the rest of your life. He was still a deity, after all. So, you bite your tongue and do your duties. You were constantly at his beck and call to refill a glass of wine, to clean up after a luxurious party, or to wave a fan. The work never ended.

You recalled the orders from earlier.

"Dearest, I want a bath this evening. Make it nice, I only want you in my company." he purred to you.

You responded accordingly, but saw the way he looked at you. You were sure that he was planning some dastardly crude idea to get you to fall for him.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a searing pain, accidentally touching the burning pot in front of you. You retracted your hand as fast as lightning from the boiling water. The small fire underneath it had been slowly dying but yet the pail stayed piping hot. Picking up the handle, you delicately rose it from the fireplace. The metal handle dug into your skin as the weight of the water became nearly too much to carry. But you continued walking towards the large bath.

Reaching the basin, you took the thick cloth in your pocket and held the bottom of the pail, dumping it into the bath. The steam quickly diminished as the hot liquid mixed with the water already placed in the tub.

You hummed to yourself as you picked up a bottle of rose oil. You smelled it for a moment, savoring the sweet scent you'd likely never be able to experience fully. Small drips of the liquid fell into the bath, the smell becoming more potent the more it dripped. Setting it back down you took the few flowers surrounding the bathtub and began to peel them. The dried petals fell into the water elegantly. You snuck a few smaller ones into your pocket, watching the door in case the deity appeared.

You got up to find the clothes you put on the bed earlier, grabbing them and turning slowly to the basin again; The labor of the day was finally hitting you yet it was nice to have a moment alone. But your slack shoulders didn’t stay at ease for long; the sound of the bedroom door swinging open made you tense up again, hurrying to bring the clothing into the bathroom.

“Oh dearest human,” a sing-songy voice called. “Is my bath ready yet?” You heard the rustling of fabric come from the bedroom as you tripped over yourself to get to the door.

“Yes, my lord.” You cleared your throat, looking as you saw what was in front of you.

The satyr deity, Philon, was currently eyeing you with a grin. He had already tossed off his satchel, his dirty tunic clearly next. To say the god was bulky was an understatement. His race was not all that different from humans, but his huge stature and animalistic features said otherwise. The deity status was not one that made him any less intimidating, either. He easily towered over you, peering down while his furry ears twitched and his hazel eyes twinkled. You had helped dress the satyr on multiple occasions and occasionally tended to his bath, but it was always with other servants or worshippers. Now, you were given the task to handle him alone. You couldn't even imagine it.

He completely shattered any line of professionalism to the point where you didn't know whether to take his flirty words seriously, to refute them, or to fall to his whims out of fear for your life. Some of the other servants believed Philon was trying to court you. From the way he pursued you longer than any other creature that caught his eye, and how he dismissed any other satyr from touching you, it did look suspicious. But you wouldn't believe it; after all his games and his sickeningly sweet remarks, you believed you were just another distraction until he got bored.

"Finally," the god released a groan, stretching his arms as he began to disrobe. "Feels like I've been out in that forest for ages."

He noticed you watching as he pulled leaves out of his long hair, undoing the intricate weaving you prepared this morning. Small pieces of gold and little jewels were still strung in his locks. He smirked, staring back at you as he stroked his hair.

"See something you like?"

You looked away quickly.

"I apologize for staring," you mumbled, embarrassed and trying to gesture to the bathroom. He was so full of himself. "Please my lord, your bath is ready."

Philon grinned, strutting past you.

As he made his way to the bath, the god began untying his once white tunic. It had been stained with spilt wine and dirt, remnants that surely came from the loud festival outside. But he stopped for a moment, watching you stand there without following.

"Well come on now, these clothes aren't going to come off themselves!" The satyr said with a hearty laugh.

You swallowed harshly. At Least being ravaged by a deity was better than any old satyr, you thought to yourself. The all male race had definitely not been easy to deal with. Everyone was still outside the temple, busy celebrating this year's harvest thanks to Philon; he was usually the last one standing when it came to celebrations of himself.

You walked as slow as you could to the large porcelain bath. Philon sat on the edge of it and stuck a finger in the warm water, swirling it around as petals stuck to his skin. The pleasant aroma of the bath helped ease your nerves.

He watched you shuffle in, poorly hiding a devious smirk behind his hand. Your shaky hands begin to undo the knot that he had clearly re-tied.

You felt him staring down at you as warm breath hitting the top of your head. Your fingers struggled with the knot, sweat dripping down your brow as his stare grew intense. But he didn't stop you. Fumbling until your fingernail split, you successfully undid the knot. A small sacrifice to keep your dignity. You were glad the satyr didn’t seem to notice.

At the removal of the knot, the rest of the satyr’s clothes came undone. His chiton fell to the floor gracefully piling around his feet. You had seen the deity in all his naked glory before, but for some reason this time it felt different. Maybe it was because you were the only one who had his attention. Or maybe, it was because it felt like he was burning holes into your face with how hard he was looking for your reaction.

You ignored him, picking up the loose fabric that smelled of sweat and sweet wine to put in a small basket. Philon stepped into the tub, letting out an audible groan at feeling the water pool around his legs. You jumped at hearing him, the sensual noise catching you off guard. The lord lowered himself into the bath of petals and sweet smells as he waited for you to tend to him. Picking up the basket of clothes, you intended to get out as fast as you could. Bowing shortly you skittered towards the door.

“Wait a minute,” the satyr beckoned you with a finger, eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t think you’re done, do you? How am I supposed to get clean?”

He lifted his furry hoof, water dripping off of his lower half as you looked away; you were tempted to roll your eyes. Of course he wanted you to clean him. You reluctantly set down the basket, coming closer to the bath. You prayed to any other deities that could hear you, hoping they would save you from such a fate.

But alas, nothing stopped you as you found a clean washcloth on the table behind the bath, near the flower oils and a bar of soap. You quickly grabbed it, dipping the washcloth in the bath water and furiously rubbing the chunk of lye. Maybe if you rushed, he wouldn’t have time to try and mess with you, right? That was the only hope you could cling to.

But as soon as you were ready to begin bathing him, you froze. This was going to be a lot harder than you thought. You thanked the gods that bubbles covered his lower half, but his bare, dripping chest and biceps still sat before you.

“Start with my shoulders,” He commanded, resting his arms on the bath’s rim. “I’ve got a terrible ache.”

You bit your tongue and shimmied on your knees to the other side of the bath. “Of course.”

His back was as clean as you’d expect of a god who lazed all day. The nape of his neck was slick with sweat and water, a flurry of freckles dotting his back; they almost seemed to form constellations. You brought the washcloth to his shoulders, feeling his muscles vibrating under your touch. The small divots and hills of his skin were smooth against your fingertips. Before you knew it you had soaped up his shoulders and back completely. He had let out a few, throaty groans at your work but you were too preoccupied to notice. The satyr let out a blissful sigh as he turned upward to look at you.

“Don’t think your work is done yet, my little dove,” Philon grinned from upside down, fingers reaching out to graze your lips. He left your cheek wet with soap suds as you stayed put, mostly out of surprise. He cupped your cheek as you dared not to lean in or move away.

He then pointed to his head, the long reddish brown strands swaying as he moved. You were dazed for a moment until it clicked, your eyes lighting up with relief. Perhaps, all he really wanted was a bath? Maybe your hope was turning to delusion.

You grabbed a fancy glass bottle, remembering from having seen it a thousand times while cleaning. You assumed that it was the right one for hair, and poured its contents. Lathering it in your hands, you came to find Philon’s hair was already wet, likely done by the deity in order to speed the process up. You could tell he was growing impatient.

You began from the top of his skull down to the tips of his long locks, thoroughly massaging the suds into his head. You got to the sides near his long, furry ears, rubbing the soap in as you heard him release another groan. They seemed nearly unintentional; the deity's eyes were shut as he let you mold him, his body lax.

You were careful to avoid his horns, their presence hindering your scrubbing. They were one of the few traits that defined the satyr. Other than his horns and ears, from the waist up you'd think he was human. Well, nearly. His kind tended to grow more hair and fur than humans, and this one in particular had the blood of a god flowing through his veins.

You cupped the deity's chin and leaned his head back lightly, cupping water in your hands to wash out the lavender scented soap. He leaned his head backward and brought your arm to his chest.

Your hand went limp in his, afraid for a moment. You allowed yourself to keep washing the soap suds as he stroked your palm. Philon’s fingers messed with yours, prying open your hand that was balled into a fist. Warm, wet hands tickled your wrist as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

You swiftly finished rinsing the soap, getting up to busy yourself with finding the rag you left somewhere. You swore you left it on the table only a few feet away. But before you could figure out the location of the rag, you felt your arm tugged by a slimy hand.

"What's this?" Philon asked. He observed your broken nail. "What happened?"

You watched as he stroked your pointer finger, looking closely at the crack that divided your fingernail.

"Just an accident. It doesn't impede my work." You said matter-of-factly.

"Well I can't have you working with an injury like this. It could get infected, you know. "

"But the soap--"

He put a finger to your lips, talking over you.

"No buts. In fact, I think this needs to be taken care of now before you injure yourself more."

You were unable to protest as he pulled your arms into the tub. Before you knew it, he had dragged you entirely in, making you let out a yelp as he embraced you with his arms. Your clothes quickly soaked as you flailed.

Philon chuckled as shock and surprise fled your eyes. You bit your tongue to prevent from giving him a piece of your mind, not daring to extend your servitude sentence any longer. But boy, did you want to bite his head off.

"Awe, what's with the frown?" He grabbed your chin, twisting your face to admire the scowl you held. "glad I was able to make you wet, though."

You couldn't help but cringe, feeling the satyr grip your backside, both to hold you up and to cup a feel. You assumed you looked like a wet cat about now.

"My lord, how am I supposed to do my work like this?" you said between gritted teeth.

The satyr kept grinning at you cheekily.

"I can't have you getting hurt again on my watch. You can keep washing me in the bath." He leaned back in the tub, waiting for you to make your move.

Looking at his chest, you realized what he expected. He was still holding you, rubbing his large hands on your knees as you unintentionally straddled his waist. You didn't waste any time wondering what the protruding thing beneath you was.

At a loss for words, you decided to just keep working. Still holding onto the delusional hope of being able to finish quickly and leaving, you leaned forward to grab the soap from behind the Satyr.

The awkward positioning reminded you just how odd and wrong this situation was. He was a deity, a forest spirit who could banish you to never step foot in a grassy plain in the region again; he could take you if he so pleased, nothing in his presence able to stop him from claiming you as many times as he wanted.

It wasn't your place to be here, in a bath big enough to hold three, of which barely fit the both of you from the sheer size of the satyr. He touched you as if you were a lover, softly, taking in every crack and blemish in your skin. But that touch was also filled with authority; the way he touched you without looking for your acknowledgement, proved to you he knew there were no consequences.

Philons’ hand traveled up your hip, caressing your side as you extended to grab the bar of soap. You nearly had it, but it was still out of reach. He merely watched as you struggled to grab it. You were too engrossed in reaching the slick bar of soap to see him come up close to you, breath tickling the hairs of your neck. A soft kiss was planted below your ear, the satyrs’ hand coming up to caress your jaw.

You slipped without warning, which planted you face-first into his chest. Your nose burned from hitting his sternum so roughly, making your eyes tear up. His flush skin pressed on yours made you scramble up immediately, feet scurrying in the water to get off of him. Grabbing your hands he steadied you as you stuttered.

"I'm so sorry!" You cried. While the satyr made your skin crawl, you still felt bad about planting yourself right between his tits.

"Calm down," Philon chuckled, steadying you on his lap. "I never realized how much of a skittish little thing you were." You tensed as he brought your hand with the soap bar up to his chest. "Guess that's one more thing I enjoy about you."

His words nearly made you vomit. But the soap! You managed to grab it during the fall. The satyr almost looked disappointed when you ignored him and found the rag once more, watching you scrub the lye bar. Philon adjusted his legs beneath you, groaning as he "accidentally" grinded upward to get more comfortable. You would've scrambled off his lap by now if it weren't for his hands holding your damp hips.

Rubbing Philon’s chest in a methodical motion, you watched as the cloth began to make white bubbles on his tanned skin. His ears twitched and you swore if he wasn't in the bath, you would see his tail doing the same. The deity was waiting in anticipation, licking his lips as he felt your soft hands on his torso. He panted, flexing his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. You sighed and looked up at him to see what all the fuss was.

But his mouth was on you before you could ask. His forehead knocked against yours as he kissed you with a salivating mouth. Philon moved fast, pushing you backwards in the bath and pressing you against it; the water sloshing outside of the basin didn't stop him. Your arms stuck out awkwardly with your hands still holding the rag and soap.

"Mmn…! I can't help myself anymore--" he cut himself off with a kiss to the side of your mouth, voice hoarse and impatient. "I tried to give you time… let you come to me to spare my pride, but I can't … can't wait any longer. "

You squealed against his mouth, surprised and desperate for air. You knew the god would pounce, just unsure of when. And now was not the most convenient time. His soapy chest pressed into yours and dampened the rest of your clothes; his hands gripped hard onto the tub as he tried to get on top of you. His furry legs tickled yours under the water, ears flicking against your cheek as he smothered you with affection. He really had been holding back.

"My lord--" your voice cracked as you tried to press yourself deeper into the tub to create space. Philon took the challenge, pressing harder. "Please this is no way to behave-!" You were cut off with a kiss as he straddled your waist and forced your hands into his hair. The rows and rows of indents that formed his curled horns were smooth in your hands; Philon moaned into your mouth each time you ran your hands down them to push him off. You twisted away from his mouth, biting his lip for an extra measure.

"Why don’t you understand, I don't want this! Leave me alone!”

He laughed, belittling you with just one condescending look.

"I love the chase,” He licked his lip. "I think you'll find yourself yearning for me soon."

"What?"

Philon reached for a fragile bottle of wine on the counter of soaps and oils. You never had the pleasure of tasting such a delicacy but have witnessed its effects on those who drank it. It was a well-known aphrodisiac in the region, and you wouldn't be caught dead drinking such a thing around a satyr. Nonetheless this bastard.

He eyed you, taking a sip but not yet swallowing. You fought to get out of his grasp now that his other hand was preoccupied; he managed to hold you down with his forearm, pushing it across your chest to keep you tucked against the bath. The water was beginning to grow cold, bubbles having disintegrated and the fragrant smells starting to diminish. The flower petals had long since dissolved, turning the water a rosy red.

He threw the empty bottle to the floor with a clang, using his now free hand to try to pry open your mouth. As much as you stayed stubborn, you couldn't help but release a gasp when his long nails dug into your thigh.

Philon slammed his mouth onto yours, forcing the wine down your throat and against your tongue.Tears welled in your eyes and your nose began to burn. The satyrs inhuman leg pressed itself against your crotch as your hands twisted into his.

Letting go of your mouth with a wet "pop," philon came to recover your lips with his hand, nearly suffocating you.

"Swallow. Swallow it." He looked at you with expectant eyes. "Be a good little human now."

You couldn't breathe, water sloshing next to your ears while the large creature forced himself onto you. For the satyr though, he couldn't get enough. The water dripped down your chest, your collar slightly open as you breathed heavily. You groaned against his fingers, just like he always wanted.

You swallowed the thick, fermented juice, only out of fear for your life. The male let go as you gasped for air.

"I'm going to make you give yourself to me." He said, as your chest heaved and your hands tried to push him back. "When you're desperate and drooling in only a few moments, you'll have to beg me to touch you."

You promised yourself you wouldn't, that you would keep that small sliver of dignity no matter how dire the situation was, no matter how badly you wanted to return home. But the wine was already starting to take effect. You felt it in your fingers and toes, ones that tingled and went numb. Your chest ached and a warm feeling spread down your stomach.

"You're already feeling it, aren't you?"

The aphrodisiac was beginning to take its course. Your muscles tensed as your body grew restless; Philon watched with a sadistic glint in his eyes. He stayed true to his words, refusing to touch you until you began to squirm. You put your hand to your crotch, trying to suppress the growing urge inside of you. The sweet aftertaste of the wine still lingered in your mouth. Philon growled, ears twitching and flicking the gold pieces embedded in his horns and hair. The wine was beginning to take its hold on him, too. Not that he would’ve needed it in the first place.

He panted, running his smooth fingertips down your wet clothes. You felt sticky and hot and impatient, breathing heavily as something inside you made you thirsty. Philon squeezed your chest with hungry hands; you could see the lust beginning to take over his snide expression, his normally insatiable libido somehow growing worse.

“you're going to be begging on your knees for me.“

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melancholic-hues · 28 days

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you slip through the cracks / in my sight as i cover / my eyes, i am blind

posted on AO3

toapril 2024: prompt - missed target

fandom - trials of apollo

rating - general audiences

warning - no warnings apply

category - gen

pairings - past apollo/commodus

tags - toapril 2024 ; toapril; commodus is a girlfailure ; i don’t even know what that means ; i just know

word count - 578 words

Commodus will capture that brat.

He seethes in his spot, parts of his expensive clothing torn, surrounded by the aftermath of the damned Hunters of Artemis’ little show. The wind blows through his ruined stadium, sending piles of rock and metal above crashing into the ground. Dust is heavy in the air, acting as an annoying thin veil.

Scraps of his torn racing suit peel off, revealing his divine skin, scraped and cut. How dare they? How dare Apollo and, whatshername, Meg?, ruin his beautiful suit and injure him? Do they know who he is?

He pulls his right hand, his fingers tightly gripping his throat almost to the point of pain, away to see bright crimson on his palm. He suppressed a shiver; not at the blood (maybe a bit because, again, how dare they hurt him?!), but at the sensation of hands curling around his throat, harshly shoving him further into the tub as he breathed water into his —

Commodus slams his sword into the Germani who braved standing guard at his side. The Germani, with a groan, crumples onto the ground and turns into dust. It’s no one important anyway. Another one of those useless henchmen who can do absolutely nothing.

“Get me a healer,” he roars to the rest of the Germani, glaring at anyone else who dared to step within six feet of him. All around him is the sound of rushed shuffling and stomping of feet as the stadium cleared out in minutes. Brats. He’ll just kill them all later.

They’d returned to the stadium immediately after Apollo and his little group of circus monkeys left the vicinity of the place to assess the damage. All of his hard work put into rebranding the stadium, gone.

All of his hard work into capturing the peach spirit and luring Apollo and the Nero’s brat here, gone. Gone within seconds.

Apollo. Elusive as always.

He’d waited millennia for the perfect opportunity to capture the man who’d killed him, only for Apollo to exit his life within hours. If someone has commitment issues, it’s definitely the god of the sun. Oh, sorry, the former god of the sun. There is a reason why Apollo’s most well known love stories end in tragedies, his lovers all dead at his hands.

Including him.

Once he finds that accursed Waystation, he is going to blow it to bits and slowly gut all of the inhabitants in front of Apollo. He will revel in the horror and despair that will be evident in Apollo’s eyes, then, because he has always worn his heart on his sleeve. Well, he’s going to regret that when Commodus cuts it out and crushes it. Literally and figuratively.

He laughs, hand curling around the hilt of his sword. He imagines driving the blade into Apollo’s mortal flesh, laughing as the other thrashed under him again. In the end, Apollo will always be underneath him. Again, literally and figuratively.

His laughing turns into crazed, heavy breathing. Dust enters his lungs, and he coughs.

Red hot anger fills him.

He snarls, and, with a shout, drives the blade of his sword into the ground of the stadium. “APOLLO,” he shouts into nothingness, knowing the other will not hear his words, “I WILL FIND YOU, THEN I WILL KILL YOU. MARK. MY. WORDS.”

His voice echoes around whatever remains of the stadium with the confidence and surety of a god; yet, Commodus does not fully believe himself.

#melancholic-hues #writing-hues #trials of apollo #percy jackson and the olympians #toapril #toapril2024

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voraciousvore · 6 months

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Bucky's (3/44)

***This chapter contains vore!***

Chapter 3: Meet & Eat

Tanya—who henceforth shall be referred to as “Patty”—was terrified beyond reason. She squirmed and scratched and bit Bucky’s hand, to no avail. Bucky had rough, calloused hands, the hands of a working man who had labored in a kitchen for years washing dishes and cooking, and she wasn’t even able to pierce his skin with her teeth. The Giant gave her a hard squeeze to subdue her.

“Heh, you’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?” Bucky mentioned wryly. “If you struggle too much, I might drop you, and that won’t end well for you. Especially if I ‘accidentally’ step on you. You’re expendable, you know.” Patty froze up at the thought of his gigantic shoe squashing her like an insect, crunching her bones and organs into a bloody pancake. She didn’t want to be eaten, but she didn’t want to be crushed either.

Her frantic mind took in her surroundings, seeking some way out of her predicament. Bucky had carried her out of the storage room and down a tiled hallway, the thuds of his great footfalls resounding off the walls. He entered a door off to the side, into a shadowy room with big metal washtubs and boxes of supplies. He dumped the tiny woman into one of the washtubs and blasted her with a flood of lukewarm water to wash off his saliva. Patty sputtered and blocked her face with her hands reflexively. With a flick of his finger, Bucky tore her undergarments off her body, destroying them in the process and leaving her stark naked. He poured a soapy powder on her and rinsed her down to sanitize her, moving too quickly and roughly for Patty to react properly. He threw a washcloth on her so she could dry off. She covered her nakedness with shame.

“Put these on,” Bucky grunted, tossing some rubbery clothes at her that were little more than booty shorts and a bra. Patty didn’t want to wear the provided garments, but she didn’t want to be naked either, so she hastily slapped on the clothes. The material was odd, uncomfortable, and clung to her skin, but she didn’t protest. Bucky reached down with his huge hand, blocking out the dim light overhead, and Patty recoiled. He stuck something to her chest with the pad of his thumb, then affixed a sleek electronic device, similar to a watch, tightly on her wrist with a snap. Patty had to marvel at his expertise with handling humans, despite his incomprehensible size. Cleary, he had completed this ritual several times before.

“That’s a tracking device,” Bucky explained, his loud Giant voice echoing off the metal sides of the washtub around her. “Don’t bother trying to run, because if you do we’ll find you and make you regret your life choices.” Patty shuddered at the foreboding threat. Not wanting to look up at the Giant, Patty glanced down to her chest where he had touched her and saw a nametag with the appellation “Patty” written on it. She grimaced, hating the new name, but any complaints she had died in her throat with unfiltered terror.

Bucky left her unattended for a moment, so Patty darted to the edge of the tub and attempted to scale the side. The wall was slick, shiny silver, however, and too tall to reach the top. She tried to tear the tracker off her wrist, but her pathetic human strength wasn’t enough to unclasp it. She would need a Giant’s help to remove it. Bucky returned with a small stick of metal in his hand, burning cherry red on the end. He knocked Patty over on her side and pinned her down with his fingers. She fought back, with no reaction from Bucky, and suddenly felt a searing hot pain on the side of her thigh that made her scream.

Bucky released her, and she scrambled away into the corner, her heart pumping hard. She gazed down at her reddened, burned thigh to behold a “B” branded into her flesh. The object Bucky was holding was a branding iron. He had seared his mark on her like she was nothing more than livestock. She experienced a powerful revulsion that nearly compelled her to vomit. She had been stripped of her identity, her clothes, and her personhood. She was little more than cattle, a piece of meat—a hamburger patty. She wondered darkly why he even bothered with all the extra steps if she was just going to be eaten anyways.

Bucky grabbed her and carried her off again in his meaty fist, ignoring her thrashing and vociferous shouts. The smell of cooking food, especially meat, waxed stronger as the Giant strolled past the steamy kitchen. Bucky walked through a set of swinging double doors into the main dining area, and Patty was immediately overwhelmed to find herself surrounded by hordes of hungry Giants, dining at tables decked out with red and white checkered tablecloths.

Bucky brought her over to an acrylic tank and tossed her inside, shutting and locking the lid above her. Patty was shocked to find herself in a throng of humans just like her, wearing the same scanty, rubbery clothes. The crowd of people stared curiously at the newcomer, and she stared back wide-eyed with confusion and fear. She was shaking uncontrollably, her nerves shot. Her eyes wildly swept over the other humans, taking in the sight of nametags with food-themed names like “Apple,” “Cracker Jack,” and “Cookie.” She felt dreadfully ill.

“Hi there, newbie!” one of the humans greeted her, stepping forward with a courteous smile. She was a short, slightly chubby lady with rosy plump cheeks, dimples, warm brown eyes, and curly blonde locks. Her nametag read “Little Debbie.” She took Patty’s clammy hand in her own, even though Patty had not offered her hand to shake. “Patty, is it? Like a hamburger patty, or a peppermint patty? That’s a fun name!”

“My name’s not Patty!” Patty snapped. She wasn’t usually so rude, but she was on edge, strained to her limit, and the new name foisted on her irritated her and made her feel dehumanized. “It’s-“

“Oh no!” Little Debbie interrupted. “That’s your name now! Don’t use your old one!” Patty was surprised by the sudden urgency in the woman’s tone.

“And why the hell not?” Patty demanded to know.

“Bucky won’t like that,” Debbie said, almost in a whisper. “Trust me, you don’t want to get on Bucky’s bad side. It’s best just to cooperate.”

“Or else what? What could possibly be worse than getting eaten?” Patty asked shakily. Debbie didn’t answer with words, just held up one of her hands sadly. She was missing two fingers. Patty didn’t have time to process the gruesome sight before a gigantic face rose up on the other side of the glass in her peripheral vision. Startled, she shrieked and jumped away about ten feet. Giant, hungry eyes as large as windows roved over the gathering of humans in the tank. The orbs stopped on Debbie and lit up.

“I want that one!” the Giant boomed, pressing a finger against the glass, and Debbie’s rosy cheeks turned white as paper. The lid unclasped up above, and a massive hand descended and snatched up the poor woman, who gave Patty a sad wave as she was lifted out, as if she were dying and going to heaven. Patty shuddered hard as the visual memory was burned into her brain. The Giant who made the selection retreated to a nearby table and sat down to wait for his meal as Debbie disappeared into the kitchen to be prepared in a dish, out of Patty’s sight.

Patty’s legs buckled underneath her. She crawled over to the wall of glass and pressed her sweaty palms against it, peering out. Everything had happened so fast, she hadn’t had time to process what she was observing. She looked out into the dining room, at the garish red of the decorations and the walls and the uniforms of the Giantess waitresses scurrying around—bright and lurid as raw meat. The red contrasted with the white of the checkers on the tablecloths and the aprons of the waitresses to make all the white splotches look like bones sticking out of raw flesh.

Patty realized all the humans in the tank, including her, were on display like lobsters in a seafood restaurant. The Giants could order from their table, or select a specific human from the tank. She watched as one of the waitresses brought out a plate of chicken wings to the Giant who had ordered Debbie for dinner. She realized with horror the petite little lady was sitting on the mound of wings, coated in buffalo sauce. The Giant began to eat his dinner, chomping chicken meat off the wings and tossing the bones to the side. Patty’s chest tightened as he picked Debbie up off the plate with sauce-covered fingers and slurped her into his mouth. He enjoyed her flavor for a moment before swallowing her whole and licking his fingers, clearly pleased with his meal.

She started to panic. It was horrible enough to observe a person getting devoured alive, but even worse with the knowledge that she could be next. She jumped to her feet and paced frenetically, feeling the glass with her hands and trying to find a way out. There was a door at the back of the enclosure, but it didn’t have a handle. Patty pried at the edges and pounded on it, but it didn’t budge an inch. After a while, she gave up on the door and went back to pacing.

“Hey, new girl,” a masculine voice called out to her. Her head snapped around to behold a tall, skinny black man, whose nametag read “Slim Jim.” He gave her a weak, conciliatory smile. “Um... I know you’re upset, but can you stop running around like a caged animal? You’re stressing us all out.” Several others trapped in the tank nodded in agreement. His tone was polite and friendly, but his words set her off.

“Stressing you out? Stressing you out?! Are you insane?” Patty explained, her voice cracking with emotion. “Do you not understand the situation we’re in? We’re going to get eaten, for crying out loud!” She looked around at the sea of faces encased within the glass walls. While she saw fear, and stress, and all sorts of negative emotions reflected in those faces, none of the other humans were all-out panicking as much as she was. “What the hell is wrong with you people?”

Slim Jim moved cautiously towards her, his hands in a placating gesture. “Look, I understand what you’re feeling. We’ve all been through it, every last one of us. But if you keep drawing attention to yourself like you are, you’re going to catch someone’s eye. And those particular Giants drawn to anxious, frightened humans like you are less likely to be as nice... to put it mildly.” Patty felt a pit of dread churn in her gut as his words sank in. She imagined some sadistic Giant torturing her, toying with her before eating her like a cat with a mouse, and stopped dead in her tracks.

“I’m trying to help you,” he continued softly. “So please, make an effort to calm down. For your own self-preservation.” Patty took a deep, shaky breath and hugged herself with her arms. Self-preservation. She needed to hold on and stay alive, as long as she possibly could. Slim Jim stepped towards her, opening his mouth to speak again, but then froze in place, like a small prey animal that just spotted a predator. His eyes trailed up behind her, and Patty was suddenly aware of a huge presence behind her, beyond the glass. She couldn’t move to look, couldn’t even breathe as an icy chill gripped her heart.

A large thump against the glass made her jump out of her skin. “That human there. Slim Jim,” a Giantess’s voice blared through the transparent wall. “He looks delicious.” The lid above opened and a monstrous hand reached in, like the angel of death, to take Patty’s interlocutor away. Jim’s eyes widened with fear, but he didn’t try to run, understanding the futility of such an action.

“When they give you the pill, Patty, make sure to take it!” He imparted final words of advice to her with urgency as he was lifted high into the air and taken away. Patty stared after him, dumbfounded, as the Giantess waitress carried him off to the kitchen. Pill? What the hell was he talking about? She tore her eyes away from the horrific scene to glance back at some of the other humans in the tank, the question playing on her lips.

“Everyone she’s talked to so far has been taken…” a man with the moniker “Chuck Roast” murmured fearfully. The humans nearby her shifted uncomfortably and moved away, as if she were host to some sort of nasty disease. Patty didn’t bother to say anything back. She wasn’t in the mood for conversation, and it didn’t seem like anybody else was eager to socialize either. She didn’t understand why the other humans in the tank were acting so strangely. They should be beyond terrified, just like her, but despite the palpable fear and tension she sensed from them, above all they just seemed strained, defeated, and exhausted.

She tried to stay still, but she was so jittery she found herself pacing again, without being conscious of it. She watched the kitchen like a hawk, until the waitress who grabbed Slim Jim came out with a burger and a plate of fries. She could just make out Slim Jim’s head, with his mop of black hair, sticking out of the bun, sandwiched between the beef patty and a leaf of lettuce. The Giantess was waiting for her meal at her table with a few friends, licking her lips hungrily at the sight of her human entrée.

She picked up the burger, dripping with sauce, and opened her mouth wide. Jim’s head disappeared into the gulf of her jaws as she took an enormous bite that likely eclipsed his entire body. She shuffled the food around in her cheeks, chewing laconically, before swallowing her mouthful of burger and human in one great gulp. Patty staggered back at the horrific sight, covering her open mouth with her hand. The way the Giantess had just eaten him, so casually and without hesitation, repulsed her.

Her view of the table was cut off as she found herself looking at a large expanse of red vest, bigger than a movie theater screen, covering the bulging gut of a corpulent Giant. Patty’s tawny eyes drifted up and met Bucky’s familiar blue eyes far above, glittering like gemstones as he proudly admired his collection of human captives. He was joined moments later by a busty waitress with long auburn hair.

“Bucky!” she called. “We have a special order! A customer wants a human appetizer, but he specifically requested an ‘unwilling female.’ Do you have any suggestions on who would be best?” As she spoke, Bucky’s gaze never wavered. He didn’t bother to glance over at the waitress as she spoke to him. His eyes, harboring a glint of cruelty, were focused on Patty. When he heard the request for an “unwilling female,” his lips peeled back into a savage sneer, exposing his crooked yellow teeth and red gums.

“I know just the one,” Bucky drawled.

Chapter 4

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The Top Fence and Deck Designs of 2023

If you're looking to upgrade your outdoor space, consider installing amazing fence and deck designs to elevate the ambiance of your property. Whether starting from scratch or renovating an existing feature, choosing the right plan can greatly enhance your outdoor aesthetic.

Below are some of the top fence and deck design ideas for making the most of your outdoor space.

Fences

A horizontal slat-style fence

It is a popular option as it provides privacy while allowing light to pass through because of its unique design.

For those who prefer something more modern, try an open picket fence with thin vertical planks separated by narrow gaps. It adds a lattice panel to a solid board fence for an intriguing contrast. Or, if you have a sloped yard, opt for a stepped look that follows the grade.

Split Rail Fences

Split rail fences are great if you want an easy-to-install option that won't break the bank. As its name suggests, it's made up of two or three "rails" that split into multiple pieces and fit into post holes on either side of the fence line. Split rail fences can range from 2 to 5 feet tall and provide just enough security without obstructing your view of your surroundings.

Metal Fences

Metal fencing is an excellent choice if you're looking for a long-lasting solution. These fences can withstand extreme weather conditions without rusting or deteriorating over time, as other materials may. Metal fencing is also available in various styles, such as chain link fencing (which can be used as both residential and commercial fencing), ornamental iron fencing (which has decorative details like finials), aluminum fencing (which offers a more modern look), and wrought iron (which adds an elegant touch).

Vinyl Fences

Vinyl is another popular option for fencing due to its durability and low maintenance requirements. Some popular vinyl fence styles include privacy, shadowbox fences, lattice top fences, ranch-style rails, open picket tops, and more! Vinyl fencing is also available in various styles and colors, making it great for customizing your outdoor space according to your personal taste and needs.

On the other hand, discussing deck design for your property is equally essential.

Decks

Your deck design should suit your needs—whether for entertaining guests, relaxing after work, or creating somewhere to spend time outside.

Platform Decks

These are one of the most common decks and are generally used by people who need more space or an easy-to-build solution. Platform decks are built on top of existing structures, such as patios or slabs, requiring little to no excavation work.

Raised Decks

A raised deck is just as it sounds—it's elevated off the ground and usually requires extensive excavation work to build. Raised decks typically come in two forms: freestanding or attached. Freestanding decks are not connected to any other structure, while attached decks must be connected to your home or another existing system, such as a shed or garage.

Multi-Level Decks

Multi-level decks are great for homeowners who want to maximize their outdoor living space without taking up too much room in their yards. These decks feature multiple levels connected by staircases or railings and can be customized with features like built-in seating areas, hot tubs, fire pits, and more.

Conclusion

No matter what kind of fence and deck design idea you choose for your backyard, plenty of options will fit into any budget or aesthetic preference! Make your property’s fence and deck renovation project easier by connecting to an experienced company like A Step Beyond In home renovation, with over 30 years of commitment to serving their client with the utmost professionalism.

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waterfiltergurus · 1 year

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Is It Safe To Use Soft Water In Pools & Hot Tubs?

Just installed a water softener and wondering whether it's safe to use soft water in your swimming pool or hot tub? We've shared the information you need to know in this guide. 📌 Key Takeaways - You shouldn't use soft water in a pool or a hot tub. - Softened water may leach minerals from a pool and damage its structure, while hard water may deposit calcium minerals on your pool walls. - You should balance alkalinity, hardness, and pH in your pool or hot tub to prevent corrosion, scale buildup, and other damage, extending its lifespan. 🤔 Can I Use Soft Water In Pool Or Hot Tub? No, you can't use soft water in a pool or hot tub - you'll need to treat the water to make it pool-suitable, first. The ideal water in pools and hot tubs is not too hard or too soft. Why shouldn't you use soft water in a hot tub or pool? Let's first quickly recap what soft water is. When water has little-to-no calcium minerals, it's known as soft water. Naturally, most water supplies are moderately hard to very hard, and softened water is usually hard water that has been treated by a water softener, which removes its hardness minerals. There are many benefits of soft water around your home. However, the problem with soft water in pools is that the water's mineral balance is too low, which means the water is more susceptible to leaching from its surroundings. Some of the issues that you may notice from using soft water in your hot tub or pool are: - Corrosion to shiny areas and metal parts - Corrosion so soft parts (in hot tubs) - Foaming issues The only way to prevent these issues is to use a solution to balance alkalinity and hardness and bring up your pool's pH level. We've shared more on the best ways to do this later in the guide. 🔎 Is Soft Water Good For Swimming Pools? If you've previously been using hard water in your pool, you'll probably know already that hard water minerals aren't good for pools. Calcium hardness causes damaging scaling on your pool tiles, filters, and pipes - so surely soft water, being the opposite of hard, is good for swimming pools? It's not that simple. 👨‍🔧 Softened water has its own issues in pools and hot tubs. Because soft water is free from all minerals, it might attempt to balance itself by leaching calcium from the pool tiles and walls. This could damage your pool's structure and lead to expensive repair work. Undersaturated soft water is a little like acidic water. It's missing minerals, which makes it more open to leaching minerals from its surroundings. Plus, the sodium in softened water may also have corrosive effects. If you want to protect your pool plaster, grouting, and metal parts (like railings and heaters) from damage and corrosion, don't use soft water in your pool or hot tub. 📊 What's The Ideal Water Hardness For Swimming Pools? The ideal water hardness for pools and hot tubs is between 180 PPM (parts per million) and 200 PPM. This is in the "moderately hard" range. Most homes with hard water have a calcium hardness reading of 230 PPM to 350+ PPM. This is classed as "hard" to "aggressively hard". On the other end, if you use a water softener, it should eliminate your water's magnesium and calcium content altogether. Your water hardness reading will be in the 0 PPM - 50 PPM range, classed as "soft". Neither of these hardness ranges is suitable for hot tubs and pools. If you have very soft or hard water, you'll have to balance it before using it to fill your pool. 📖 How To Keep Your Pool Water Hardness In Balance Maintaining the calcium hardness in your pool or hot tub requires consistent water testing and adjusting when necessary. Regularly Test Your Water You'll need to regularly test your water's pH, calcium hardness, and alkalinity levels. You can buy a home test kit online or from your local pool supply store. Most test kits are super easy to use - you just submerge a test strip in your pool water and wait for it to change color. You can then compare the color of the strip to the included color chart to learn about our water's pH, hardness, and more. Adjust Your Water Parameters If your water's hardness and alkalinity levels are off, you can take the appropriate steps to put them right. Maintaining your correct water balance will prevent damage to your pool or hot tub and extend the lifespans of your pool equipment. If you discover your water is too soft, you can add a calcium hardness increaser, such as liquid calcium or calcium chloride dehydrate, to bring the hardness reading up. Remember, the ideal range for pool and hot tub water is 180 PPM to 200 PPM. Water balancing treatments are quick to use. You usually just add them straight to your pool or hot tub and leave them to do their work. Remember to add the product to your pool or hot tub whenever you refill it with a fresh batch of water. If you're unsure about the optimum hardness of your pool water, speak to a local pool expert. ❔ Can You Use Soft Water In A Pool? FAQ What's the difference between hard and soft water in a pool? Hard water in a pool contains excess calcium and other minerals, while softened water is free from these minerals. Neither is ideal for a pool - hard water will form scale deposits on your pool walls and parts, while a softened water supply will gradually corrode your pool. Is it better to use hard or soft water in a pool or hot tub? Actually, hard and soft water are bad for a pool, so it's not better to use any of these in your pool or hot tub water. You need to strike a balance between excess hardness and softness - achieving 180 PPM to 200 PPM is ideal for your water quality and pool health. Can I use water softener salt in a pool or hot tub? No. You can't simply add softener salt to the hard water in your pool or hot tub to decrease its hardness. Salt can only be used to produce softened water in the presence of an ion exchange resin, so adding the salt will simply clog your filter with salt granules (potentially affecting water flow) and corrode surfaces inside your pool or hot tub. Does soft water affect the pool chemicals? We couldn't find any evidence to suggest that soft water affects pool chemicals. The main issue with using softened water in your pool or hot tub is that it leaches minerals from the pool walls, weakening its structure. Plus, softened water is abrasive and may corrode your pool's fittings, pipes, grouting, and glues. Read the full article

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5 Best Things About Frameless Glass Pool Fencing

Glass pool fence is the most popular type of pool fencing. It's also one that can be installed quickly and easily, which makes it a great choice for homeowners who don't have much time or money to spare. If you're looking for an attractive way to add color and security to your property, then this might be right up your alley!

It makes it easy to keep an eye on the kids

The glass is clear, so you can see what's going on outside. You don't have to worry about your kids sneaking out at night or hiding from you inside the house.

When it comes to keeping an eye on your children while they're playing in their pool, one of the best things about frameless glass fencing is that it allows you to monitor them easily. You can see through its clear surface and keep track of them at all times without having any distractions from objects around them like bushes or trees blocking your view.

Needs just modest maintenance

One of the best things about frameless glass pool fencing is that it requires no painting or replacement. In fact, you can use your current equipment to maintain this type of pool fence and get it back up quickly if something goes wrong with it.

The only maintenance required for a frameless glass pool fence is to remove snow from the panels after winter storms pass through. This will prevent ice buildup on the surface of your investment, which will keep it looking great for years to come!

Super strong

Frameless glass pool fencing is super strong, and that’s because it’s made from quality materials. It is tested in accordance with industry standards, which means that you can be sure of its quality and strength.

A glass pool fence will also be much more durable than other types of fencing because it doesn't have metal or wood posts holding it up (the reason why they are so easy to break).

If you're looking for an attractive way to protect your pool area from intruders, there's no better option than a frameless glass fence!

It makes your yard look bigger

The first thing to know about frameless glass pool fencing is that it’s a great way to open up your yard. You get a better view of the pool, so you can keep an eye on the kids as they play in it. And when they're done playing and diving into the water, they'll also be able to see more of their surroundings—so if one person wants privacy while using the hot tub or jacuzzi or just relaxing on a sunny afternoon by themselves (or with friends), then this option gives them that option without having any obstructions blocking their view of their own yard!

Increases resale value

A well-maintained, solid pool fence will increase the resale value of your home.

The best place to start when designing a new fence is with the front yard and driveway area.

If you’re not sure where this should go, consult with a professional landscaper who can help you determine what type of fencing would look best in each area.

Don't forget about those pesky dogs! Make sure your new fence will keep pets out while keeping them safe from harm (and any other animals that may come along).

Conclusion

It’s clear that the benefits of using frameless glass fencing are numerous. It can be installed in both residential and commercial settings, making it an ideal choice for any homeowner or business owner who wants to enhance their property. The fact that it is strong enough to protect against intruders while still allowing visibility through the fence makes this product even more valuable than traditional iron fencing would be! Source : https://clearbrilliance.postach.io/post/5-best-things-about-frameless-glass-pool-fencing

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Why are decorative metal screens best to improve outdoor space

Decorative metal screens act as a decorative accessory to improve the look of your outdoor space. They are available in different decorative metal screens Melbourne designs and patterns. You can choose the one that suits your taste. Decorative metal screens have many benefits like:

Beautify the area

Decorative metal screens are suitable for beautifying the area. They are available in different designs and patterns, so you can choose the one that suits your taste and preferences. They are made from high-quality materials, which makes them durable and long-lasting. You will not have to worry about cleaning or maintaining these decorative metal screens as they can be cleaned easily with a soft cloth or sponge. Moreover, these decorative metal screens are weather resistant; this means that you do not have to remove them every time there is rain or snowfall as they can withstand any weather condition without getting damaged.

Enhance your outdoor space

vertical garden are available in different designs and patterns. Thus you can easily choose the one that matches your taste. They also come in various colours so you can choose your favourite colour. These decorative metal screens are easy to install and maintain. They also look great with any type of furniture, even if it is an old sofa or chair. They do not require much maintenance because they have been made from rust-free material and don't need to be repainted every once in a while like other types of furniture such as wooden tables or chairs do. The best part is that these decorative metal screens are easy to clean because they have been coated with some waterproofing agents, which make them resistant to water spots caused by raindrops falling on them from time to time during rainy season

Economical way to decorate the outdoor area

If you're looking for an economical way to decorate your outdoor space, decorative metal screens are your best bet. They have so many uses, from adding privacy to covering up unsightly areas in the yard. They can be installed on decks and patios, as well as around pools and hot tubs; they'll protect you from bugs while allowing the breeze through! And if that wasn't enough, metal screens can also be painted or stained depending on what look you're going for. This allows them to blend seamlessly into any surrounding environment.

Available in different designs and patterns

Decorative metal screens are available in different designs and patterns. They can be customized according to your needs and used for different purposes. These decorative metal screens can be used for commercial as well as residential purposes. Conclusion In conclusion, decorative metal screens Melbourne are a wonderful way to add some style and flair to your outdoor space. They're not only useful but also beautiful and will help you make your home look more elegant than before. You can use them in any part of your house where there is a need for privacy or protection from the elements such as rain or wind. Read the full article

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Caught/Nearly caught having sex in public w/ AOT characters ( Eren, Reiner, Armin, )

A/N: I’m going through the final stage of grief after reading ch 139 and that stage is horniness so now I’m bestowing that upon all of you. Shoutout to my faithful stoned thot anon for requesting this !

Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory, but having sex in public with your partner and getting caught, or nearly getting caught, by someone.

TW: typos because once again I don’t proof read, fembodied!reader, public sex obviously, mature things,, breeding kink for Reiner , voyeurism (is that what it’s called? Idk!) for Armin, 18+, MINORS DNI

EREN JAEGER: At the club

Only Eren could convince you to even step foot into a public, let alone a CLUB, restroom. Only he could convince you to sit on the seat of a toilet that he shittily put a protect film over and watched as he knelt on the seemingly clean floor, head disappearing underneath your dress and long locks leaking through the bottom hem of your dress as he worked your underwear off. Don’t get it wrong, you were just as aroused and worked up as he was. The slow whine of his body against yours on the dance floor had you going crazy, mind hazy with lust and everyone else around you disappearing but you, him, and the sensual sensation of your arms roaming each other’s body.

If you were able to you would’ve let him take you right then and there in the middle of the floor in front of all those people. The thought of your knees scraping against the tiled floor with each thrust of Eren’s hips behind you as you clutched the bottom of your dress for support, everyone stopping and staring to watch the show you two were putting on, really made an abundance of wetness cumulate against the top of your thighs closest to your cunt. Because, of course, an ending with his cock stuffing you full was never inevitable whenever the two of you went on date nights.

“I have you trained so good that you don’t even wrest underwear anymore when you go out with me? God, you’re so desperate for me baby it’s almost pathetic.” He would speak from underneath your dress, blowing the warm breath of his mouth against your clit, enjoying the way your hips bucked up against him out of want and he hadn’t even given you his tongue yet. Finally, he indulges you; the warmth of his tongue mixed with the occasional shocks of coldness from the metallic stud in his tongue has you forgetting that you’re in a public area for a moment.

You use your teeth to try and hold in your moans, biting them back just incase anyone else is lingering outside the door of the bathroom or in one of the other stalls. But the loud slurping coming from Eren is enough to let anybody know what’s going on. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Too embarrassed at the thought of someone walking in on you like this; cheeks flushed, dress hiked up around your thighs, and your breasts barely restrained by your dress.

“If you keep biting back your moans I will stop completely and leave you in this bathroom to take care of yourself.” As if his words weren’t enough encouragement to finally get you moaning out his name, the feeling of his long index and middle finger slipping into you definitely made a surprised gasp leave your lips. His name falling from your lips soon after.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Let them know who’s in this stall making you feel this good.”

Too good because even if you wanted to try you couldn’t hold your moans back anymore. That familiar coil in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers and it only encouraged Eren to move them faster, tongue continuing to lick long stripes up your clit. This bathroom stall was your heaven right now.

“I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so-“

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

And just like that your orgasm was ruined. An innocent girl looking to release the drinks that have been building up in her uterus just had to be the one to walk in on you two. Not to mention the fact that Eren never locked the fucking door of the bathroom. He gets from under your dress immediately, cheeks and chin covered with your juices and his eyes filled with remorse. “I’m sorry, babe. I was too caught up in the moment to lock the door when we first got in here.”

That did nothing to help with your embarrassment.

REINER BRAUN: In a public pool

Did you guys know that having sex in a pool or hot tub increases your chances of getting pregnant? Because Reiner the breeder absolutely knew that and it’s exactly what his mind went to after only a couple minutes of being in the jacuzzi with you. It was supposed to be a relaxing late night date night for the two of you, but now he had other plans.

His mind was already swimming with thoughts of you bouncing on his cock up and down the moment he saw you in your swimsuit, so this random thought popping into his head only added fire to the fuel. He was hungry for you and the way he swooped you into his arms and placed you on his lap, bulge poking out against your ass, let you know exactly what he was thinking.

“Babe, there’s people in the apartments surrounding us!”

“They’re not paying any attention to us. Please, I need to feel you so bad right now. It’ll be quick plus it’s like 10 at night 🥺” There’s no resisting those hazel hues once he pulled out those puppy dog eyes and though you didn’t want to admit it, there was something thrilling about the thought of one of your neighbors glancing out of their windows to look at the night sky; only to see you getting pounded behind by Reiner in the jacuzzi at the public pool.

You didn’t even need to give him any verbal confirmation. You did your talking through your actions, reaching behind you and pulling the fabric of your bikini bottoms to the side. The tip of his cock already pressing at your entrance and entering you with ease with help from the water surrounding the two of you. Everything felt so warm and relaxing, even the bubbles from the hot tub surrounding your clit added a new sensation that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Reiner was on cloud nine his own Damn self, hips snapping up against yours at a pace that had him groaning with each thrust. The thought of his seed filling you in no time, let alone in a public place like this, really getting him going. Water splashing around the two of you from the force of this thrusts.

“Fuck, my load is going to be so big I can feel it already and you’re going to get every last drop of it deep inside of you. Going to make you so nice and plump in a couple of months. You want a Braun? I’ll give you however many you want.”

He really knew what to say, his words always coaxing you into your orgasm and a state of pleasure that you were positive was on the borderline of subspace. Sex with Reiner was an otherworldly experience on its own, but the effects that this hot tub had on the two of you and the possibility of someone watching from their window had the two of you approaching your orgasms faster than expected. Reiner was the first one to reach his. His load emptying inside of you like promised and your plush walls gripping at his twitching cock, milking him for all he had as your orgasm followed his only seconds later.

Per usual, the two of you remained in the position instead of pulling out immediately to reserve the cum inside of you like Reiner always liked to do. Just basking in that afterglow of sex and the relaxing waves of the hot tub.

It was the rattling of a flashlight against bars that brought the two of you out of your tranquil states and let the reminder that the two of you were still in public relish in. You moved off of him at the speed of light and adjusted your bikini so you were covered up once more. One glance over at Reiner and you saw him stuffing himself back into his swim trunks before diverting his attention over to the gate like you.

“The pool is closed. You two need to leave.”

“S-Sorry! We’ll be on our way!” You announced with red cheeks, hopping out of the water despite the wobbly feeling in your legs, Reiner following not too far behind.

Definitely not the last time the two of you were having jacuzzi sex.

ARMIN ARLET: between the shelves at the library

When you first met your blonde haired blue eyed boyfriend you never expected him to be as freaky as he was. You expected him to be shy, quiet, and wanting you to take the lead 90% of the time but it was nothing like that. It was like he switched to a completely different Armin when he got in the mood and you don’t know which one he switch to today, but you hoped to see more of the Armin who suggested that the two of you fuck between bookshelves in the library.

Now here you were; skirt bunched up around your thighs, shirt & bra both pulled down so Armin could stuff one of your nipples into his mouth to muffle his moans against, and your thighs slapping against his bare ones as you rode him on the floor of the Greek Mythology and Norse section. His hips bucking and rolling up into yours in a way that he knew made you whimper and whine, a teasing gesture knowing that you couldn’t do any of those two things right now. But still you took your chance and let out a muffled whimper, making his eyes go wide and mouth popping off of your nipple in an instant. His hand is quick to go over your mouth with a roughness that keeps you from letting out a breath that was too loud.

He couldn’t even whisper in your ear to mess with you like he wanted to, nor could either of you move your hips too fast and cause a lot of noise because you could hear a penny drop in this library. It was a Friday night which meant hardly anyone was in it, but still a few people were scattered out along in the medium sized building. Not to mention the nosey librarian who always spies on you two when you were in her view. All you could do was throw your head back in pleasure, hips rolling down harder into his to heighten the pleasure you were already feeling.

It was the rough padding of Armin’s thumb on your clit that sent your eyes shooting open and once they did you were met with the sight that you would never expect; a peeping Tom looking at the two of you from gaps that they had created in the bookshelf surrounding you two purposefully. With a loud gasp you hurried off of Armin, pulling your shirt up and adjusting your skirt with a quickness that had him confused and scared.

“Did I do something you didn’t like? I-I’m sorry I should’ve asked before I touched your clit.” Poor baby thinks it’s something that he did, but you’re quick to tell him about the unwarranted peeping Tom that gave you the creeps that had since disappeared. He was livid, ready to go after the man and possibly swing a punch or two his way, but it was your reminding of him that the two of you were indeed in a public place and couldn’t do much about it that calmed him down. Plus, you wouldn’t admit it out loud but the thought of someone watching the two of you that whole time kind of turned you on even more.

#I envision the peeping Tom for the Armin one to be Bertholdt just because #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot imagines #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun smut #armin arlet smut #armin arlet x reader #Spicy.

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nokkusu · 3 years

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Sukuna X Fem!Reader - I killed them all

Type : One Shot

TW/CW : smut, blood, murder, submissive!reader, blood play, monster kink, suggested torture, degradation kink, slight mention of abuse, orgasm denial, dacryphilia if you squint

You’re sent to the King of Curses as an insult. You’re determined to make this act of rebellion backfire.

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Sukuna was resting on his side, one of his four hands holding his head, another grabbing a glass of wine. He looked properly annoyed and nobody around knew why exactly. His piercing gaze didn’t miss a single movement around him, looking like a snake ready to strike and kill instantly.

« Your highness » said a man, visibly uncomfortable.

« What ? » Sukuna spat.

« Where... where are the girls? »

The King of Curses groaned and threw his glass away carelessly. The object shattered on the floor, leaving nothing but sparkling shards and a puddle of deep red.

« Dead »

Silence. Absolute silence.

He snorted and got up, readjusting his white kimono lazily.

« I killed them all. They were all so incredibly annoying, the only interesting thing they could do was die. Find me someone else. I’m bored, and you will not like seeing me bored. »

The man left the room in a hurry, looking desperate. That expression filled the king with contempt as he laid down again, impatient to meet his next victim.

A few hours later, the servant came back.

« Your highness, she’s here » he said.

Sukuna looked at him, terrifying red eyes scrutinising the silhouette hidden under rich silk robes and jewellery.

« Leave » he ordered.

The servant turned away in a hurry, slightly bowing down as he walked out of the room. The heavy wooden doors slammed against each other, and silence took back its rightful place.

The curse took a step forward, hunter lurking over his new prey. He felt it, the cursed energy oozing out of you... It was rough and uncontrolled. Sukuna laughed realising they sent him this little wonder of a woman hoping that it would scare him.

You, on the other hand, didn’t laugh. You knew what was coming and you couldn’t wait. You never understood why all these girls were terrified of the King of Curses. Actually, you hated them for that. He was all you ever wanted to be : feared, powerful, respected. You knew nobody would send you to him because of your abilities if something didn’t happen, but you were determined to change this act of rebellion into their biggest mistake. They sent you to him in hope that he’d murder you too, because you were a shame to the rest of the villagers. But you knew you had potential to make the King of Curses yours. You felt his fingers grab your chin to force your gaze into meeting his. You didn’t resist, too happy to look at him. He was as gorgeous as you expected him to be.

“Now...” he hissed.

You didn’t say a word, waiting for his next sentence.

“Why the fuck did they send you, hm?”

“They thought you’d regret killing all the other bitches if they sent you a cursed toy” you replied, completely honest.

Sukuna’s face went limp for half a second, not expecting you to be so... Shameless. A wide grin split his mouth open on his sharp fangs, twisting his blood red eyes.

« My, my... What a filthy mouth you have. »

He pressed his fingers harder around your chin, sharp black nails digging into your skin.

« I suppose you’re not so scared to be here, aren’t you? »

« Not at all, my King » you replied.

Sukuna sighed, his expression turning immediately into one of pure sadism.

« Well, it’s about to fucking change. »

Your wrists were sore from being restrained so tightly, but you didn’t complain. Completely naked, covered in sweat, cum and blood, you’ve never felt happier. Sukuna tied you up against a wall and fucked you for hours before leaving you there, alone, while he was taking a hot bath. You waited for him patiently, forcing your brain to replay the last hours in front of your eyes, calling back the feeling of his cock inside you, summoning his lips against your skin... You were already wet again. Sukuna probably wanted to test your will and ability to resist him, but you showed nothing but perfect obedience and he loved it. You opened your eyes when you heard him come back inside, and discovered with great pleasure that he was still naked and dripping wet.

« This bathtub is too big and too empty. I have to take my new fucktoy in, don’t you think ? »

You smiled shyly, bursting with joy.

« Yes, Master » you whispered when he was close enough to hear you.

He opened the metallic bracelets around your wrists and you felt yourself fall to the floor on all four. One of his hands grabbed your long hair to wrap it around his fist while another smacked your ass.

« Lead the way, slut »

You crawled, rolling your hips slowly, fully aware of his gaze on your bruised ass cheeks. Your knees against the cold marble floor was the only sound in the room until you reached the bath. The tub itself was a gigantic pool made into the ground and surrounded with candles, filled with hot scented water. You could smell cinnamon, and something more... Familiar. Blood. You turned your head to the side and saw them all. Fifteen bodies, slaughtered and laying in a pool of red sticky liquid, already turning brown from the coagulation. Fascinated by the view, you stopped crawling.

« You like that? » the curse asked, resting a feet on your ass.

« A lot, Master. »

His grin only got wider and filled with pride for his new plaything.

« Good girl » he said, releasing your hair.

« Get in, and wash me. »

You obeyed, way too happy to get another opportunity to touch your King. As you got in the water, you saw the dry blood around the cuts on your hips and arms dissolve, turning the water light pink near you like an aura. Apart from his calloused palms, Sukuna’s skin was soft and warm to the touch, smooth and velvety. You gently rubbed a cloth on his arms and across his chest, your other hand following it closely to caress him, scratching dried chunks of your own blood off of him from time to time.

« I thought you’d pass out, to be honest » he finally said.

You smiled gently, shrugging.

« I’ve seen worse. And as I told you, my King... I like it rough. »

« Good, then. I’m not done with you. »

« I hope so... »

He arched an eyebrow, staring intensely at you.

« Why do you like me so much, your bratty bitch? » he asked, slapping your hands away from him.

You laid back in the water and started washing yourself, thinking about your answer for a moment. »

« Hm... Because you have power. Everyone is afraid of you, and you know how to get what you want. You’re passionate. »

« Not passionate, cruel » he corrected.

« All the same to me. You’re passionate for power and destruction. I wish I could get it all so easily. »

Sukuna’s hand hit you across the face, harshly. Your eyes filled with tears from the pain, but strangely... you understood his gesture.

« You’re too powerful to pity yourself like that. I don’t want a pathetic toy, like all of those corpses » he spat as he pointed them with a finger.

« I want a powerful toy. Someone who will make sure everyone does whatever the fuck I want, and will kill anyone trying to get away. You have that power, I can feel it. You’re literally covered in it. You can get it all. Obey me, and I’ll show you how. »

Your skin felt heavy. For the first time, you understood where that feeling came from. You were glowing blue, a thick coat of cursed energy pulsing in your veins, wrapping you tightly into a blanket of raw power.

« That’s it, sweet girl » he praised. « That’s how you do it. »

Sukuna’s lips crashed onto yours, sending electricity between your legs.

« I’ll show you power » he groaned against your mouth, biting your lip until the rusty taste of blood covered your tongue.

« I’ll show you fear »

Two of his hands lifted you to the border of the pool while the two others cupped your breasts, and the coldness of the marble made you shiver exquisitely. When his thumbs rubbed the hardened buds, a soft moan escaped your bruised lips. The curse shoved his face between your legs, his tongue sliding relentlessly against your wetness until you were just a screaming mess, begging for release.

« Are you going to cum for me? » he asked teasingly, looking up at your twisted face.

« Yes, yes please ! »

« What if I don’t want you to, hm? Will you hold as long as I want you to? »

« I’ll do anything for you, any-... Anything! »

You felt a clawed finger make its way into you, rubbing against your walls until it found that sweet, sweet spot. Sukuna couldn’t stop looking at your face as you tried your best to keep your orgasm to crush you entirely, appreciating your obedience and his name on your lips.

« Fuck me, please! » you repeated again and again, begging for more of him, as much as you could take.

Tears were rolling down your cheeks but you didn’t care. You just wanted to satisfy your king, the only man who ever saw your value.

« Beg again, whore » he grinned, another hand grabbing your throat so tight you almost passed out.

« Oh-please, p-please » you whimpered, shaking uncontrollably.

The cursed let a claw slide between your breasts, opening a thin cut that bled instantly.

« You look so fucking pretty covered in blood... Wait. »

His hands left your body, and all of a sudden you were cold. Nothing more than cold and wet. Sukuna got out of the bath and rang a bell in the other room, yelling at you to stay where you were. After a minute, he came back with the servant who came to your house to bring you to the temple.

« Is he the one who got the stupid idea to send you to me as revenge? »

You nodded.

« No !! No it wasn’t... Please your Highness I didn’t mean to offend you with her, she’s just a whore we found somewh- »

Sukuna hit the man so hard his jaw cracked and went limp. A muffled scream escaped from his injured mouth, quickly silenced by the king’s hand around his throat.

« I’m the only one allowed to call her a whore. She’s mine now and everyone will know it soon enough. You will die for her if I command so. »

He dragged the servant next to you, and asked you to lay down on the floor. You did, waiting patiently. Suddenly, the wet sound of flesh followed by an uncontrolled flow of blood resonated in the bathroom, and you felt it all crash onto your naked body. As you looked up, you saw your King ripping out the servant’s heart with a joyful smile, admiring your body covered in blood.

« So fucking pretty... » he whispered.

He threw the body next to the others and bent over, handing you the bloody muscle.

« Have you ever touched a heart? »

You shook no as you grabbed it with both hands. It was hot, and slippery. The flesh had a lot of different textures that truly fascinated you. Your thumbs pushed against the flesh, turning it to look at the veins, following their trail absentmindedly. The king rubbed your cheek lightly, smearing red all over it.

« I’ll fuck you covered in blood » Sukuna said. « The only right way to do it, don’t you think? »

He smashed the heart on the floor and forced himself between your legs. Your thighs found a perfect angle to wrap around him, just like your arms around his neck, hands grabbing his hair tightly as he pushed his cock inside you. You winced but took it all without hesitation, waiting for the pleasure to come through. And it did, faster than you expected. The curse’s thrusts were harsh and fast, fucking you deeply, burying his length as far as possible inside your creaming pussy, making you feel every vein, every inch of him. The sounds coming out of your mouth were so obscene you almost felt shame for half a second but remembered that being fucked by the King of Curses himself was nothing to be ashamed of. Instead, you locked eyes with him, not missing a single piece of his pleasure and he kept fucking you stupid, making you lose control over and over again, until your throat was sore from screaming so much.

« Cum around my cock, whore. Now » he panted.

Finally, you thought. It wasn’t hard to be submerged by your orgasm, with a cock inside you and your king expectantly waiting. It came in waves, making you shake and squirm, your slick mixing with the blood. Two of Sukuna’s hands cupped your face as his thrusts became less organised and finally... you felt his cock pulsing, releasing his seed deep inside, coating you in it as his shaft brushed against your cervix. A victorious scream climbed up his throat and out of his mouth until he fully unloaded, before crashing his lips against yours again, his tongue asking for more. The kiss left you panting, breathless. It was everything you ever wanted. Power, fear, and respect. Sukuna was right... You can get it all.

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End note : ...okay I’ll admit it I have a bit of a blood kink. Idk I feel like Sukuna has one too? I can totally imagine him fucking anyone in the middle of a pool of blood honestly. Totally makes sense. He’s kind of out of character but I mean... I don’t really care. I hope you enjoyed reading this 👀🖤

Edit 2 : YALL THANKS FOR THE AMOUT OF LOVE JFC

i also apologise for the typos, I think it’s all good now, but since English isn’t my first language any constructive criticism is welcome, I’m really trying to improve my writing 🙇🏻

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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Hello!! sorry to bother you could write a ben 10 x reader? (the reader is kidnapped by vilgax and ben has to save her, after that ben and the reader has an argument) please, i love your fics!!

Storm Before The Calm

Pairing: Pre-Established; Ben Tennyson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.4k words

A/N: I changed up the request a bit (I figured it shouldn't matter which villain was used here) also I was planning to have this as sort of a damsel in distress situation but after having a chat with some boys pigs I decided a self indulgant badass reader was right up my alley

Additional A/N: I have a math exam on Thursday and I cannot focus for the life of me. So, I decided to finish up one of my drafts. Now hopefully I'll be able to work like a robot for the next week, after satisfying my creative side. Also, this fic was super self indulgant.

"I trust Ben.” You did. With your entire being.

Kevin chuckled from beside you, “Yeah, try saying that without cracking the fillings in your teeth and maybe we’ll believe you.”

His words caused you to relax, only then realizing how hard your jaw was clenched in fury. Gwen sighed in disappointment and for a second you wanted to defend her cousin and your boyfriend. Until you realized that he deserved every bit of unbridled anger coming to him.

“I trust him. Doesn’t mean I’m not mad at him.”

Your hands were balled into tight fists and even though you wanted to take your eyes off the television screen and take a warm bath, you also for some reason couldn’t stop yourself from watching it.

Like you were afraid something would happen when your eyes were off the screen for even a second. Maybe you didn’t trust him.

But honestly how could you, you were currently watching your boyfriend relax in a hot tub with Jennifer Nocturne and the sight was enough to send bile up your throat.

Ben wasn’t returning any of her advances, but he wasn’t stopping her either. And the thought made you sick to your stomach. You knew Ben was faithful and you knew he would never cheat on you but watching how the Hollywood starlet continued to hang off him sent waves of jealousy through you.

Not to mention anger at the fact that he wasn’t doing anything to stop her. When he got back, you were going to wring his neck.

Trusting him was getting harder with Gwen constantly insisting that you dump him.

Honestly, you wondered how that girl even kept a relationship.

When Ben eventually came home, all the entertainment channels were still talking about the two of them and the well-known picture of Jennifer Nocturne kissing him was circulating about. Each time you looked at that image, you wanted to shoot an arrow at the TV.

As time went by, your anger slowly fizzled out. You were unable to maintain your rage at Ben, quickly getting a headache and feeling tired of trying to maintain negative emotions. Even then, you couldn't push down the uneasy feeling in your heart that seized your stomach.

You kept expecting a text message from Ben, an apology call but as the night proceeded you understood that he was having way too much fun with another woman to even think about how you must be feeling.

The thought of that made you want to go back home and crawl underneath the covers, hiding away from the rest of the world.

But Gwen was persistent and any time you tried to wiggle away from the pair of them and go home, she insisted that you stay and make sure Ben knew how upset he made you tonight.

You were more than happy to give your boyfriend the cold shoulder until he apologized rather than have to confront him. That was just how your relationship with Ben worked. Neither of you were the type to lose your tempers and yell and scream at each other.

Although you were worried what would come out of this. Would you be able to peacefully discuss your feelings and then come to some sort of conclusion civilly? Seems too good to be true honestly.

Even then you waited until Ben came home, listening to Gwen and Kevin about how you should rip the band aid off and get everything off your chest rather than ignore him for a couple of days until the two of you got bored.

Usually, the latter would work but you had an inkling that it wouldn't be the solution for this particular argument because if you didn't communicate your emotions then he would never know how you felt about it.

So, even though your stomach filled with anxiety and sadness as the hours passed, you still didn't leave, determined to talk to him about it.

Your jaw was clenched tight when he finally did come back home, utterly relaxed and even happy like he wasn't just curled up against some Hollywood starlet while his girlfriend was watching it on E!

"I'm really upset with you." You ground out when Kevin and Gwen left, not knowing how else to start the conversation.

"What for?"

You didn't reply, picking up the remote and flicking to a gossip channel, then a news channel, then an interview show and all of them had the picture of Ben Tennyson and Jennifer Nocturne locking lips.

Ben winced, "She kissed me! I didn't even return it."

You still refused to look at you, crossing your arms aggressively, "Uh huh and what was today all about?"

"It's just publicity. Jennifer thinks that it'll help with my career."

You scoffed, "What career?"

Ben's back tensed up and he turned to give you a stiff expression, "I'm a superhero. I've saved the universe a thousand times and now that I'm finally getting recognition for it, you want to be petty?"

"Petty? You think I'm being petty? Well forgive me for getting upset after watching my boyfriend curl up to some other woman in a hot tub for the last five hours!" You bit, standing up from the couch.

"It wasn't like that! Stop blowing everything out of proportion!"

"No, you stop pretending like this isn't a big deal! Ever since your secret got out you've been acting like an ass and since meeting that blonde rat it's only gone through your head more!" You shouted, clenching your hands at your sides. How could he not see your side of this?

"Well shouldn't I get to enjoy my life once in a while?! I'm the one saving the planet constantly! I'm the one with constant death threats and near death experiences every other week! Shouldn't I get some attention for it?! God knows I don't get any from you!" He yelled back and you grit your teeth.

"Don't forget that while you were out there risking your life, we were right beside you!"

"Oh, so that's what it is, you're jealous that everyone thinks of you as the sidekick!"

"That is so NOT what this is about!"

"Oh really? Because it sounds like you're jealous because you're not getting attention by mooching off of me!"

Your eyes widened in shock. Mooching? Did he seriously think that you risked your life alongside him every day to help other people and more importantly, keep him safe, for attention?

Your body trembled, outraged and you didn't say another word, leaving his house in a rush and slamming the door behind you.

You needed something to hit.

***

Your body pumped with adrenaline and anger, muscles itching to be used as you sauntered through the old and run-down factory with reckless abandon. You briefly wondered whether you should've told Gwen or Kevin you were going there but then decided against it, pride and anger too great.

Any doubts or hesitation you had disappeared when you saw Vulkanus, standing tall and broad in his metal suit. And as per usual, he had his herd of minions doing his physical labour.

"If it isn't the Plumber's sweetheart." He drawled once he noticed you. You didn't bother with the stealth, leaving the door wide open behind you and letting the sunlight seep in. If he knew what was good for him, then this would be over quick.

"Hello Vulkanus." You greeted politely and he rolled his eyes. Of all people, he knew just how misleading your innocence was.

"Where's the cavalry?"

"Just me today." You answered and for a second you were confused by your own confidence. Maybe you were taking this just a little too easy. Oh well, that was another thing you could blame your pig-headed boyfriend for.

"Well then, this is going to be easier than I thought. Hope you said goodbye to your boyfriend, sweetheart." He rasped out and the corner of your mouth twitched into a smirk. Without another word, you raised your arms, feeling the familiar heat of fire in the palm of your hand before chucking it at him.

Just as you knew he would, he sent his minions towards you first. They were embarrassingly unskilled but the problem came in numbers. They swarmed around you like ants and you felt yourself getting irritated at the clicking sound they were making.

Unfortunately for Vulkanus his make-shift factory was right beside a dam which gave you an endless supply of the elements to work with.

Summoning all the water you could manoeuvre, you pulled it into the factory, shattering the windows along with it and flooding the room. It only took a few flicks of your wrist to create a whirlpool in the centre, knocking all the workers off their feet.

You stiffened your hands, curling in your fingers and the temperature dropped, the water solidifying with each second until all of them were encased in ice. Another flick of the wrist had the path clearing between you and Vulkanus, who was still warm.

"You-You're sparing me?" He asked, confused and a dry laugh left you.

"Not at all," You sang, eyes turning dark, "I'm giving you special treatment."

Vulkanus bounded towards you, holding his mallet high and you swiftly dodged, using water on the floor to slide quickly. He crashed into the engine of one of his machines, the fuel tank exploding and spewing fowl smelling petrol onto the floor.

It floated above the level of water and began surrounding both of you.

He once again came at you, letting out a roar and you used the water to sink through the crevices of his suit, freezing it from within and you heard the satisfying sound of his suit cracking.

Just a little more strength and forcing a gust of air through the cracks had it falling apart and his frail body fell out of its metal encasing.

"You'll pay for this! You big bully!"

"Thanks for the fun time today, Vulkanus." You smiled, strutting to the door just as confidently as you came in. Even though your body was burning from the workout and you could barely breathe, you still couldn't get over the high.

Before leaving the building, you turned around to see him still glaring at you from his place on the floor.

"Oh, I should probably free your minions, right?" You commented, eyes flickering between the ones still encased in ice and the floor that was still flooded with water and petrol.

You let out a fake sigh, "I guess I'll be nice today," You winked at Vulkanus, "Thanks for the playdate, sweetheart."

His eyes widened when you blew a kiss to him, watching in fear as you ignited a flare in your palm and blew it towards him before turning around and using the wind to slam the doors behind you. When you were just a few feet away you heard the place blow apart.

Slowly, the adrenaline began melting and the blood rushing through your ears was much more audible. You were panting, tired from the exercise and the thought of calling Kevin to come and pick you up. Or maybe even Ben. You were calm enough now to have a conversation with him.

When you pulled your phone out of your pocket you felt a hand on your shoulder and spun around to meet eyes with Captain Nemesis. For a brief second you were wondering if he was here to invite you to some inane party or even to tell you that Ben was at one.

Although you hardly looked the part, you were sweating and your face was probably red and blotchy.

"Can I help you?" You asked, taking a step back, he was a little too close to you and the look in his eye freaked you out.

"As a matter of fact, you can." He said, "You see I'm arranging a little stunt for Ben Tennyson. An opportunity if you will, to showcase some of his heroism."

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. The last thing you wanted to do was feed Ben's ego at the moment.

"With all due respect, I don't really think I'm up for a damsel in distress routine right now, Captain, I'd rather just get home. And If you take another step towards me, I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine." You snapped and he backed off obediently, raising his hands in a form of surrender.

"That's too bad." He mused and you turned away from him, intent on walking back home or even calling a cab. Anything to get away from this creep faster.

"Too bad you don't really have a choice."

You felt his hand on your bare shoulder again but before you could even react you felt volts of electricity rush through you. You gasped painfully, feeling fire through your veins before everything started to hurt.

White burned in your vision and colours started to blur together as your eyes filled with tears. Your body crumbled, falling forward and Captain Nemesis caught you.

Right before your consciousness slipped away you heard him say something.

"For your sake, you better hope that Ben Tennyson is as great as those gossip channels make him out to be."

***

When you felt yourself regaining consciousness, you could feel your weight pulling down and also couldn't feel the ground. This had your eyes snapping open, regardless of how dizzy you were and how many dots were in your vision.

You hazily made out the venue, Nemesis Tower, before recognize the blonde woman tied up beside you. It didn't take long before you realized she was tied to the other end of the rope, suspended through mid-air just like you.

This was no doubt going to be some sort of deathly choice.

You noticed when Ben came in, turning into Ultimate Humangasaur. He looked furious, like you've never seen him before and you knew it was because Ben was certain he'd teach him a lesson today.

"Where's (Y/N)." He all but growled and your heart soared. You didn't realize how much you missed him until now, everything from before was forgotten.

"Right up there. And so is Jennifer." He replied, still smug despite the way Ben was pining him to the ground by his throat. Ben followed his gaze to meet your eyes and you took a deep breathe, bracing yourself.

A selfish part of you wanted to stay and see what Ben would do, would he save you even though Jennifer was a civilian and world famous?

Even then you figured that you shouldn't risk anyone's life for petty jealousy, so you took a deep breath, blowing it out through your mouth and watching as a gust of wind blew past, the pressure making you swing.

You swung a few feet back, letting your body fall a little before blowing again. Once you gained enough momentum, you looked up to the rope tying the two of you together and spitting fire at it, falling at an angle. You briefly heard Jennifer scream and revelled in her karma for a hot second.

On your way down, you quickly burnt off the rest of the ropes, bringing a pool of water to crystallize into a makeshift slide as you slide on your knees across the floor, just in time to catch Jennifer in your arms.

Your knees stung as they scraped across the concrete and the wind was knocked out of you when the woman fell into your form.

She gasped and her eyes that was screwed shut gently fluttered open. Up close you could understand why everyone was in love with her. Even then you couldn't spare her any concern.

You quickly pushed her out of your arms, noticing Gwen and Kevin staring at you in awe when you stood up. You cracked your knuckles, making your way over to the older man with a scowl.

"For your sake, you better hope that I'm just as weak as you think I am. Spoiler alert, I'm not."

Ben spared a small smile at you but you couldn't feel anything aside from hot fury. You felt water surge beneath your fingers and threw it at him, pulling up a wall of earth to block his blasts.

Your boyfriend immediately began fighting alongside you and your bodies fell into a familiar rhythm. Even though there was a crazed narcissist trying to kill you, you felt safe beside Ben.

It wasn't long before the four of you managed to overpower him, rendering his armour useless until he was defeated, lying pathetically on the ground.

You walked up to him and your lips twisted into an unimpressed frown when you noticed the way he had the audacity to glare at you. Without a second word, you raised your leg and kicked him right between the legs.

"I always keep my promises, Captain."

Kevin began laughing behind you and Ben cringed.

Finally, when you turned to meet Ben, now de-transformed, all the fight left your body and you relaxed. He looked apologetic and you let him approach you.

His arms wrapped around your waist and you leaned into him, breathing the familiar scent of his deodorant and snaking your arms under his jacket to fist his T-shirt.

He sighed into your hair, arms tightening around your body, "I'm sorry. For being an ass to you and saying all those horrible things, I was being an idiot and you deserve an apology."

You didn't move, not pulling away from the way your forehead was pressed against the length of his neck, "Thank you for coming to save me."

"Didn't look like you needed much help." He chuckled and you felt happy hearing the pride in his voice.

"I missed you." You murmured, holding him a little tighter and he turned his head to kiss your forehead gently. And just like that, everything was right in the world. Just as long as you were in each other's arms.

"I love you."

You heard the click of a camera and your head snapped up to see a herd of cameramen and reporters along with a couple of police cars. Ben laughed nervously beside you, "I guess we won't have to worry about another actress coming between us."

You gave him an unimpressed frown and he just smiled, leaning to peck your lips and you heard the crowd of reporters’ gasp and heard the shutters of cameras before they began shouting questions at you.

You pulled away from him when you saw Jennifer Nocturne make her way towards you. You figured she wanted to snuggle up to Ben now that the cameras were filming.

Instead, she walked right up to you, hugging you tightly and your arms flailed pathetically beside her, unsure of what to do, "You saved my life! I don't know how to thank you!"

She pulled away for just a second before pressing a kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in alarm and the shutters began once again and flashes practically blinded you.

"Huh, so that's what that feels like." Ben murmured when she pulled away from you. Kevin was smirking beside him, satisfied that he got a taste of his own medicine and Gwen was just in shock.

Ben felt his stomach turn at the sight of Jennifer’s lipstick on your mouth and you were unsure whether you should feel repulsed or cocky.

But as you wiped the pigment off your lips and curled back into Ben's side you couldn't feel anything other than your burning muscles and your drooping eyelids.

You squinted because of the bright lights, feeling a headache grow as the exhaustion from before crept up on you again. After 2 fights and a kidnapping today, there was nothing more you wanted than a nap.

"Wanna go home?" Your ever observant boyfriend asked just as the nausea started to kick in. You nodded and he guided you away from the reporters to his car.

He gently placed you into the front seat, shielding your head as you got in to prevent you from hitting it against the hood before buckling your seatbelt, watching carefully as you drifted into a sound sleep.

Ben heard everyone behind him swoon as he lovingly placed a kiss to your knuckles and then climbed into the seat beside you, sparing you one last warm glance before starting the car and driving away.

He'd definitely notice the shy smile on your face when you saw that Ben kissing you was on the front page of a magazine.

And you'd notice the jealous scowl he'd have when he saw that Jennifer kissing you was on the front page of another.

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xhisokas-harleyx · 3 years

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Helloo! I don't know if i can just request something, if requests are close or something please just ignore it sorry qwq

What do you think Hisoka's reaction would be if he saw Reader in yk,,,, maid outfit or "cat" outfit idk what they called. Like ears+tails. Who knows why, maybe they just wanted have fun and dear someone never knocks 🙄 ilovethismfsomuchistg- Anyways, wishing you a good day or night! 💛

Thanks so much for your request, sorry it took so long. I hope you still find this!

(hope you don’t mind that I sort of ran with this one!)

Warnings: sensuality themes, absolute PAMPERING of your man Hisoka. I mean, serious spoiling kink. Body worship

Enjoy 😊

Hisoka x Reader: Kitten

word count: 2700

Well… you were a sight, that much was certain.

Your eyes danced over your form as you twirled in the bathroom mirror, appreciating your bare thighs in the short kitty dress you were wearing. Your black tail swayed along with your hips, your lace gloved hands placing the kitty-eared headband atop your crown. Your bust was showing through the skimpy black material, and the size of it barely allowed your rump to be covered with a thin ruffly layer of fabric. It was promiscuous and you weren’t sure it was your style… but if Hisoka picked it out for you, you were open to the idea.

Well, technically you’d stolen this item from him, but something told you he wasn’t going to mind.

As you’d been cleaning your and Hisoka’s shared apartment earlier that day, you had unassumingly stumbled upon one of Hisoka’s hidden treasures when you were dusting under the bed. There, beneath the box-spring, you’d discovered a white container which looked as if it hadn’t been touched. Normally you’d never go snooping around in Hisoka’s stuff (not that he had a lot of stuff to snoop in anyway), but because you hadn’t seen it before, curiosity had gotten the better of you.

When you opened the box to reveal the cat maid outfit, your jaw dropped, your mind baffled and scrambling for an explanation. However, it was obvious, right? It was for you, who else would it be for? It made sense- one of his favorite things to call you was kitten… you could hear his lusty voice coo it in your mind even now. But you had no idea he could take things so literally!

You’d been wanting to spoil Hisoka for a while now. He’d been coming back hurt and exhausted from his strenuous missions with Illumi, and although you could tell he wanted to spend time with you, he was always being whisked away to fight his next foe. Many times, he didn’t even get to sleep before the next mission called him. Your little discovery had given you an idea, and currently you were planning it carefully in your head. You figured you had at least a few hours before he-

“So, you found your birthday present.” Hisoka’s voice startled you, and you wheeled around, amazed at how silent he could be stalking up behind you like that. Your face turned bright red- whatever chance you had to back out before was gone now. You took in the tattered appearance of your boyfriend, complete with blood on his face.

“MY birthday present?” You asked, placing a hand on your hip sassily, and cocking your body to the side. Hisoka loved your normal fiery attitude, which could go toe to toe with his own sarcastic and sharp tongue. He knew you still had a soft side, that desire to be sweet to him, but with how far apart you’d been recently, he hadn’t seen it in a long time.

Hisoka chuckled as he captured you in the cage of his arms, his nose burying in the crook of your neck and breathing in your intoxicating scent.

“Fine, you got me… it’s really MY present.” Hisoka smirked against your neck, already parting his lips to nibble leisurely on your exposed skin. Even in his words and his voice, though they were passionate and fervent, you could sense his exhaustion. The cuts that littered his exposed arms worried you, and in a moment, you drew back, looking up into his golden gaze. Bags were beginning to form under his eyes, and although they held a hungry gleam, you could tell he was close to collapsing.

The sight of you in this outfit, however, had him teeming with excitement despite his need for rejuvenation.

“How many times have I told you not to rummage through my things, y/n? Tsk, Tsk.” Hisoka grinned widely, his own catty eyes monitoring your body hungrily. He dearly appreciated your bust peeking through the fabric, your perfectly shaped thighs accentuated by the half white laced stockings, and the collar around your neck with a small bell that showed how possessive he was of you. If you’d paid even the slightest bit of attention when putting it on, you’d have noticed your name engraved on the metal tag. Of course, it was his plan all along for you to find this little secret, and you could sense that he was trying to be his normal difficult self in denying that fact.

“How many times have a told you not to hide things from me?” You fired back, causing him to withdraw and place a spread hand over his chest.

“Ouch. It seems you’re really in character tonight, kitten.”

His use of the nickname made your blood boil, and your aura pique a little at his purposeful insult of your methods. You wondered what his undercut insult truly meant to call you, but you allowed it to slide. For as much as he could be insufferable, you still had a deep desire to please your lover.

“And…” He just had to continue, his words grating on your nerves just as he wanted. “…since you’re already dressed the part, why don’t you get to cleaning?”

You felt enraged at his comment, for a moment letting your anger get the better of you and distract you from your goal. “I-I’ve been slaving over this house all day, what is there left to clean?!” As soon as the words left your lips, however, you realized you ‘d played right into his trap.

Hisoka’s thin eyebrow kicked as if he was surprised that you don’t know... but as soon as you saw his expression, you got the idea.

“Me, of course,” He reiterated anyway, a sly grin painting his features.

Little did he know, you already had quite the plan in mind for him- and it was something not even he had anticipated.

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After promptly shoving him from the bathroom, you began to set up. You’d requested that he give you ten minutes to set up for him, but knowing how impatient the bastard could be, you swiftly tried to get it done in five. Lit candles were scattered throughout the bathroom, the tub in the center of the room being filled with hot water, almost scalding, just how you knew he liked it. Evening light filtered through the sole window in the room, painting the water and floor tiles with an orange cast. You scattered some bath salts into the water, as well as some cotton candy scented bubble solution, which you knew he loved.

That’s when he came barging through the door, smirk on his face, without so much as asking for your permission. You half expected him to be naked, but he still wore his tattered clothes, and you figured he was just that tired. But as he took in the surroundings before him, his eyes widened, and he seemed surprised that you’d been able to do so much in such a small amount of time.

“…” He didn’t say anything, and you quickly assumed your role in his relaxation before he got the chance to question your motives.

“All for you, Hisoka, my darling.” You threw in a small bow, playing the part of a maid just as you’d practiced in your mind. “I hope that everything is to your liking, my king.”

That nickname made him realize how touch-starved he felt in that moment, but he swallowed the urge to foil your little game so quickly.

Seeming to realize he was visibly gawking, Hisoka closed his mouth and smirked, sauntering forward and reaching for the hem of his shirt to peel it off. Though he couldn’t bring himself to say so outwardly, he was very taken aback that, contrasting with your earlier fire, you’d gone to this much trouble on his behalf. Part of him wanted to patronize you and make you angry, but the other wanted to see when this attitude was taking him.

“Let me help you with that.” You floated forward, dropping your voice an octave to reflect the sensual atmosphere you were painting with your environment. Your hands moved expertly to the bottom of his skintight purple undershirt, where your nimble fingers ghosted just under the fabric, grazing the V-line of his pelvis as you began to slowly remove his shirt.

Hisoka allowed you to do so, but he seemed dazed by how angelic and feathery your touch could be. The skin of his chest burned with passion as you pulled his shirt above his head for him, fingertips grazing tepidly over each muscle as you discarded it to the side. The care you touched him with was something he was unaccustomed to- typically when you touched him, you made it clear exactly what you wanted from him. His gaze was intent on your face, and while you could feel him staring, you paid no mind to it and moved onto his pants.

You coyly shimmied the elastic waistband carefully over his hips, ensuring that the magician would be mesmerized by your slight of hand illusions and the ability to make his worries disappear. It was as if you were the only thing grounding him at this moment, as his breathing picked up.

"There...” You dropped to the ground submissively as you beckoned him to step out of his bloodstained trousers, and along with them you trashed his underwear to the side. You ignored his obvious excitement as you reached up again to touch his thighs.

Hisoka’s breath hitched in his throat as your gloved hands traced the detailed lines of his muscular legs, praising and appreciating every mark and every muscle, your eyes remaining in sharp contact with his all the while. You were numb with appreciation at this point, and you let it show in your every motion.

“Look at you… you are so perfect.” You purred up at him, pushing past the moan he accidentally let slip. “Your body is so gorgeous. Every muscle, every mark, every feature is something that should be admired.”

His mind was a wasteland, driven by his willingness to let you talk him up, edge him closer to snapping just with your words. He had a shameless kink to withhold his own pleasure until his very breaking point, and you were unknowingly expertly fulfilling that desire.

~Oh, don’t look at me like that, y/n… you know I just can’t contain it…~

Hisoka’s body truly was like a finely chiseled sculpture, and it made you so pleased to worship him as you felt he deserved. Even if he felt like he needed to cover his imperfections with Texture Surprise, you always had a way of letting him know you appreciated his scars and flaws. Positive affirmations hadn’t been a part of the magician’s life before you came along, but this was on an entirely new level, it was delicacy, fragility, like he couldn’t comprehend.

“Now, if you’ll just step to the tub.” Hisoka did as you asked, his hand moving into yours, and you helped your man step into the scalding water, watching as he sank down into the tub, coloring the water pink with residual blood.

“Well, Well.” Hisoka snickered as he fully relaxed in the tub, and it seemed he’d gotten his spunk back. “What’s gotten into you, y/n? What game are you playing with me, hmm, kitten? You’re not usually this... eager to please me.” His voice was like honey, his eyes closing as he began to soak. You kneeled, and took your position just behind him, sitting on the floor where you could easily access his body from outside the tub.

Your small, heated laugh sent chills up his spine, because you sent it right into his ear, as your now bare hands began to trace his chest. “And why shouldn’t I be? You are THE Hisoka Morrow. You are the most powerful man around… you deserve this.” You got some soap in your hands, beginning to wash the dirt and dried blood away from his body in circular motions. You did mean your words- while you two loved to play fight, you did have a deep, almost obsessive adoration for Hisoka, and knowing that you could serve him like this was a major turn on.

Hisoka shuddered when your compliments continued into his ear, your teeth grazing up his neck, and to his earlobe, where you nibbled lightly. His body was submitting to your touch, his tense nature flowing out of him as you placed him under your spell.

“You’re so good to me… I’m so lucky to have a guy like you.”

You were being so submissive and serving that Hisoka thought you might have been under some mind control or something. This was like a fantasy come true for the magician- of course he feels like he deserves this kind of treatment from you. He ate up your compliments, they made his ego (and something below the water) grow to painful size. What you were saying was all true, of course. He is the great Hisoka Morrow, and you belong to him. Why shouldn’t you worship him like a God?

But as it played out before him, your reverse psychology got the better of him- and Hisoka ended up being the one questioning his worthiness. He expected you to get mad and retort at him, but you were dedicated to showing him how you truly felt.

He had the tendency to be so brash- sometimes he came home and ravaged your body before even saying hello- that was how strong his hunger was for you. But tonight, you had the ability to read the situation, and knew this care, this pampering, was exactly what he needed to recover.

“Let’s get that face, hm?” You nearly moaned, scooping some makeup remover into your palm and beginning to massage the faded paint from his soft, pale cheeks. Your hands moved back toward his hair, fingertips spreading over his scalp as you massaged. But this seemed to be the final straw for Hisoka, because he startled you by grabbing your wrist with such force that you thought he might snap it. You yelped helplessly as his golden eyes flew open and looked into yours directly, as if he were feasting on your soul. You could feel the weight of his aura rising, your sensual touch becoming too much for him to handle.

You knew that look; you’d seen it countless times before. His honeyed irises reflected a deep lust, accentuated by the offset of his tongue on his bottom lip. Your normal reaction would have been to struggle against him- but you submitted to his will, letting Hisoka’s hand pull yours back to his chest… and then lower.

All was silent as you allowed him to force your wrist below the waterline- and you tried to hide your panic when you realized where the magician was leading your hand. His traced his own V-line with your splayed fingertips, as if teasing himself just along the edges of the pleasure he so desired.

“Hisoka- you’re not being any fun.” You stopped him finally, your orbs reflecting a sense of disappointment, when he let go of your hand reluctantly, but not your gaze. He knew you’d truthfully be more than happy to oblige him- he made sure to guide you toward his end goal.

“You’ve had your fun… and now, I want to have you. This was always the outcome, y/n.” He droned dangerously, relaxing into the tub for a moment longer before he sat up, bringing himself to a standing position once again.

His words broke your resolve into shards, and a small moan escaped your plump lips as your tongue grazed across them. He stood up, confidently putting his manhood at your eye level, droplets of water cascading down his glowing body that was bathed liberally in the setting sunlight.

“I believe it’s your turn to get cleaned, kitten… But let’s get dirty, first.” With that, he snickered evilly, and pulled you into the tub, eager to put your newfound submissiveness to the test.

~FIN~

I likeddd this one :3

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starlightrows · 3 years

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3 — The Pariah

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Pairing: Boba Fett x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Non graphic violence, fire, hypothermia

Summary: Tempers rage in your small town, you are blamed for the less than savory change in patronage

Eventually the storm blew itself out, and your steady flow of patrons returned to eat, drink, stay the night, and move on. As autumn turned to winter, the storms and rain became more frequent, and began getting colder. Frost settled over the ground each night and melted by mid day.

A few weeks after Boba Fett had left your inn, on a chilly morning, you noticed a shift in the townspeople’s attitude towards you. Instead of quiet resentment or unspoken distaste, now they glared at you in the market. You were just trying to pick up some things you needed. More flour, a replacement pitcher for the one you knocked off the bar and broke, soap, and sewing needles. Many of the vendors would not speak to you, one of them wouldn’t even let you look at her wares. Confused and offended you tried to ask what you had done to have service refused, she met your gaze

“Your business is turning our town into a trading post for criminals and mercenaries” she spits “you can buy your soap somewhere else”

“I don’t choose who comes through this town” you point out

“Doesn’t matter, you let them stay” she snaps the box of cut soaps shut and gives you a look, trying to intimidate you into leaving

When you turn around, many of the other vendors at the market, and citizens of your town have gathered around the soap stall. Their voices rise up from their whispers to angry shouts and accusations.

People begin blaming you for their loss of profit, their stolen property… then the accusations get more and more fanatical. The storm that knocked over a large tree and damaged someone’s speeder, another man’s daughter running away to the next town for a boy, the town children’s new interest in playing “bounty hunters and thieves”.

You back away, try to leave the market and get back to the inn. But the crowd follows you, calling out horrible names and slurs. You pick up the pace and try to block them out, but the faster you go— the faster they get.

You’re running now, running to get away from the mob that seems to be growing with each house or business you pass. You’re almost there, if you can just get to the door. The head of the mob catches you by the fabric of your shirt and yanks you back. To your horror, the rest of the mob surges forward and breaks down your door.

Several men shove you and kick you to the ground every time you try to get up. You beg them to stop, to let you go, to make the rest of the townspeople stop what they’re doing.

You can hear them inside. Smashing your glasses, using rocks to shatter the windows, flipping the tables, ransacking the kitchen, probably stealing your money and your food.

Then there’s smoke rising from the back window. Someone must have knocked coals out of the hearth. People come pouring out of the inn, disappearing back into the town and surrounding woods carrying armfuls of your stuff and coughing as black smoke billows out of your home.

The men who had been keeping you down scattered off with the rest of the crowd. You got up on your knees as the flames overtook the inn… your business… your home… burning before your eyes, and you were powerless to stop it.

The sky darkens as ugly grey clouds mask the sun. You drag yourself away to the edge of the forest just in time for the rain to begin falling. Luckily the rainfall helps to beat back the red hot tongues of fire that have engulfed your home.

You sit for hours, half waiting for the mob to return and continue beating you with sticks. But there is only you, the rain, the ruins of your inn and the smoke that begins to rise into the sky. Rain comes and goes, and the sun begins to set behind mountains. The fire seems to have gone out. You know it’s dangerous to try to poke around in the wreckage, but you have no choice.

You haul yourself up, shivering on unsteady legs and step over what used to be the front wall. Blackened wood, melted and misshapen silverware, the hearth and chimney still stand. The entire upstairs has collapsed. It’s jarring to see burnt bed frames with charred mattresses covered in ash. There’s nothing left. What little you had that actually belonged to you was gone or burned beyond saving.

Night is falling and you’ll freeze if you don’t figure out some way to get warm or have shelter. You’ll figure out what to do tomorrow if you live to see the dawn. You continue to pick through the rubble until you find something you might be able to use. The wash basin you kept in the back and used to bathe and do your laundry. It’s made of metal and miraculously intact.

Dragging it away is more effort than you expected, it’s always been an awkward item to move around. But nevertheless you drag it away from the wreckage, just inside the treeline. Using two sturdy y-frame tree branches you prop it up against the wind, and set about making a small fire to stay warm.

Thank the Maker, it didn't rain again that night. And the fire reflected back against the bottom of the tub and kept you warm all night. At first light you’re up, putting out your campfire and picking through the rubble again to find anything that could be useful. You don’t find much… just an old hunting knife your father had left to you and an iron cup.

You decide your best course of action is to walk the 45 miles to the next settlement and either seek justice for what’s happened to you… or disappear and not make any trouble. The trek to get there will take three or four days, and that’s if you make good time. Might as well get a head start.

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Word traveled quickly about what had happened. Many mercenaries, bounty hunters and their quarries alike arrive in town to stay at the inn and find that it’s been burned to the ground and the innkeeper has been driven out of town.

The desired effect of reducing criminal activity and foot traffic through the area does occur. But not before they’ve pillaged, vandalized and reaped havoc upon the entire settlement.

The one person in the criminal underworld who seems to miss out on this information is Boba Fett. He returns to your settlement to find the entire town struggling to pick up the pieces of their lives. Your inn is nothing more than a scorch mark on the ground it once sat on with a blackened brick hearth in the center.

His heart aches and his mind turns to dark thoughts of what could have happened to you, and who was responsible for it. He storms back into the settlement, and finds the nearest groveling peasant. It just so happens it was one of the men that kicked you down while your home burned.

“What happened here?” Boba demands. The man cowers from him and doesn’t answer. “I asked you a question. What happened?”

“It was the innkeeper” the man says hastily “She let all the criminals and mercenaries in the galaxy stay under her roof… and they ransacked the town”

He doesn’t buy it… something here doesn’t add up “I don’t believe you” growled pointing a blaster at the man “Either convince me, or tell me the truth”

“No no it’s true I swear! We drove her out of town hoping the crime in our settlement would stop”

Boba nods and lowers his blaster “Thank you”

The man looks relieved for a brief moment before he sees Boba raising his blaster again. Boba dispatches him quickly without so much as a word.

We drove her out of town, the man had said. He had no remorse for what happened. No concern for you, your livelihood they had uprooted. Boba was disgusted by it.

Boba returned to the ruins of your home and began to search for any signs of you, and where you might have gone. It doesn’t take him long to find the remnants of your smaller camp fire and the metal tub you used for shelter. A good sign that you were thinking on your feet and likely survived the fire.

He thought about you, put himself in your shoes and went through what must have been going through your mind. Where to go? What to do? Obviously remaining here would not be an option. So what’s the next step? Finding somewhere safer to go.

He knows of two other settlements in this region of your planet. One is 45 miles northeast and the other 62 miles southwest. Both are long trips to take on foot with no supplies. But if you were thinking strategically you would have chosen the 45 mile hike. There’s water sources in that direction and it’s a shorter distance. So that’s the direction he takes off.

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It’s been three days and you’re not making good time as you hoped you would. No food and cold weather makes your movements slow. You’ve been drinking water but you can only trick your stomach for so long. Plus you’re traveling in the forest just within eye sight of the road because you don’t want to be seen by other travelers. The last thing you need is another angry mob.

Your head hurts and your stomach is bloated from drinking so much water, but you’re so hungry and exhausted from walking. You sit beside a tree near the stream you’ve been following up higher into the mountains.

You wonder what the new settlement will be like. You wonder what you will do there given that you have no money and nothing to trade. You wonder if they would help you take your money and land back if you explained what happened to you. Or would they too cast you out and leave you to fend for yourself. Winter is well on its way. If they don’t help you, you’ll be dead in a matter of weeks. If not from hunger, then exposure to the cold.

These are dark and scary thoughts. Normally you would push such thoughts away and busy yourself with work, but that’s not an option now. You have nothing but time, and your mind races with all the things you’ve lost.

You’ll never get married or have children. You’ll never get to expand your garden. You’ll never start the projects you’ve always dreamed of doing. Making your own clothes. Learning to paint. Writing stories. None of it. All your hopes and dreams will fade with you into the icy cold winds that will take you.

You have to try your inner voice urges you, you have to try to make it

That thought propels you forward. You force yourself to get up and keep walking towards the next settlement. You have to pause every 50 yards or so to rest against a tree, but you don’t let yourself sit back down. You have to keep going.

Meanwhile Boba takes a speeder and begins tracking you. He can tell you’re slowing down. Good because he’ll catch you soon, but bad because that definitely means you’re getting weaker. Suddenly he can see you on the tracking system in his helmet. He can see how slowly you’re moving. He gets off the speeder and goes on foot to catch up with you.

Switching off the tracking system he follows you from a distance for a moment or two. He calls out your name as gently as he can. You whip around and stumble sideways clinging to a tree to hold you up right. There is fear in your eyes. Usually when he’s hunting a bounty that is a mark of satisfaction for him, to strike fear and command respect. But you are not a bounty. He calls out your name again and removes his helmet and hopes you’ll recognize him.

He’s too far away and your vision is too blurry. In your sleep and food deprived mind he’s one of the people that burned down your inn and beat you on the ground. But you’ve poured all of your remaining energy into pushing forward, and have nothing left to put up a fight. You lean against your tree and stare blankly at the figure that you’ve decided is definitely here to kill you.

Boba approaches you slowly with his hands raised to show you he’s not going to hurt you. His face becomes more and more clear to you as he gets closer. You search your mind for the name that goes with his face you recognize. It’s not until he’s right in front of you, catching you by the arms as your knees buckle under you, that you find the name you’re searching for.

“Boba?” Your voice is small and weak, you barely recognize it “You came back?”

He takes you into his arms and pats your back “Of course I came back”

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queenofspades20 · 3 years

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Birthday Boy

Happy birthday to my favorite fictional boyfriend. Just some fluff in honor of Bucky’s birthday.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: this is just fluff, maybe a few curse words. Enjoy!!

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Bucky and Y/n were sitting on the couch watching Hot Tub Time Machine.

“I’m telling you, Buck. The douchey ski patrol guy looks just like you!” Y/n insisted. Every time the actor popped up on the screen, Bucky just shook his head.

“I don’t see it, Doll.”

“Then you need glasses, old man!”

“Old man?” Bucky’s head snapped in Y/n’s direction. He had an incredulous look on his face. “You weren’t calling me old man last night.”

“Not my fault you’re going blind, Babe. Sebastian Stan is clearly your doppelganger. Your younger doppelganger,” Y/n said with a smirk, putting emphasis on younger. She knew she was picking a battle with Bucky but she wanted to see how far he would let her go before putting an end to it.

Bucky knew what she was up to. He loved seeing her smile, even if it was at his expense, but he was only going to let her go so far.

“I see how it is.” He leaned over and pushed her to lay down, climbing on top of her. Bucky grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with his metal hand, his flesh hand moving down her sides, tickling her.

“Bucky, NO!” Y/n yelled out. “I was just teasing. With your birthday tomorrow, I gotta get my shots in while I can! You know I can’t help myself.” She squirmed her body, trying to move away.

Bucky shifted so his legs were on either side of Y/n’s, effectively trapping her. He started tickling her sides.

“NO! BUCKY!!” Y/n tried to pull her body away, but he was too heavy on top of her.

“I’ll show you old man.” While tickling her, he started kissing her face and neck. They were laughing, Y/n trying to desperately get away from Bucky’s hand, when Bucky felt cold water hitting his back.

“HEY!” Bucky yelled, turning around. He saw Sam and Steve standing there, laughing.

“I had to cool you off,” Sam said. He held up an empty glass and shook it. “No sex on the couch.”

Bucky let go of Y/n and got up to run after Sam. “Get over here, Birdbrain.”

Sam took off running to his room with Bucky close behind him.

Y/n looked at Steve. “He was tickling me because I called him old man. But he refuses to acknowledge he looks like the actor in Hot Tub Time Machine!”

The movie was at a scene with Blaine, the character Y/n was referring to. She pointed to the screen and Steve looked.

“I don’t see it.” Steve shrugged and walked off.

“Argh! Thor save me from old men who need glasses!”

The next morning, Y/n got up before Bucky to cook him breakfast. She had a day planned of doing activities Bucky loved. She made pancakes, bacon, and eggs with some coffee and loaded up a tray with the food. She made her way back to their shared room. Bucky was not in bed, but she could hear him in the bathroom.

“Doll?” Bucky called out.

“I have breakfast. I was hoping you’d still be in bed, or did I not tire you out?” Y/n cheekily answered.

Bucky stuck his head through the doorway. “I thought I had tired you out.”

Y/n just rolled her eyes. “Get out here, birthday boy, so I can give you your first present.”

Bucky quickly made his way over to the bed. “Breakfast with you is a good present.”

He settled onto the bed and Y/n placed the tray over his lap. “A hearty breakfast to get through the morning, because we’re going on a little trip.”

Bucky looked intrigued. “Are you going to tell me where?”

“Nope. I did think we could take your bike, since it’s a gorgeous day out.”

“You know how to drive a motorcycle? And who said I would be okay with you driving my bike?”

“One, rude. Two, I got lessons from Steve. I can get us to where we are going no problem. I even did a test drive with Steve a few days ago.”

Bucky looked impressed. “I still don’t know.”

Y/n looked at Bucky with a pout. “Please, Baby? I promise I know what I’m doing and I really want this to be a surprise.”

Bucky hesitated. He had a hard time saying no to her but he also loved his bike. “Fine, but if you seem hesitant at all, we pull over and switch.”

“Deal!” Y/n smiled widely. “Now dig in, Baby.”

They ate their breakfast and then got dressed for the day. As they made their way to the garage, Y/n held up a blindfold.

“You’re not wearing that while driving,” Bucky joked.

Y/n gave him an unimpressed look. “You’re wearing it first. I want this to be a surprise. I’ll wear it later if you’re a good boy, though. Let you do whatever you want.”

Bucky felt his pants get tighter. “Careful, Doll. Keep talking like that and we won’t make it out of the compound. But I’m going to hold you to that later,” he said as he took the blindfold.

They settled on the motorcycle and Bucky put the blindfold on. “Can you see anything, Bucky?”

“Nope.”

“Okay then. Hold on.” Y/n started the motorcycle and Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist.

They took off. It was a weird feeling for Bucky to not know where they were going, but he trusted Y/n. After a while, Bucky felt the bike slow down. He could hear crowds and screams of joy in the background. After the bike was stopped, Y/n looked over her shoulder.

“You can take off the blindfold now.”

Bucky slipped of the blindfold and smiled when he saw they were at Coney Island.

“Good surprise?” Y/n asked and bit her lip.

“Best surprise.” Bucky hugged her close.

“Good. I wanted you to have fun and not worry about the world and this seemed to fit what I wanted.”

“It’s perfect.” Bucky got off the bike and helped Y/n off.

They spent their morning at Coney Island, riding everything they could and playing several games. Y/n made sure to win a stuffed bear for Bucky. Bucky really enjoyed the Cyclone and regaling Y/n with the story of how he made Steve ride it back in the day. They had lunch and then decided to finish their visit with the Wonder Wheel. At the top of the ride, they shared a kiss.

“Good birthday so far?”

“Best I think I’ve ever had.” Bucky looked at Y/n like she hung the moon.

“Ready to head back to the compound? The team has a small party planned for you.”

Bucky had a hesitant look on his face.

Y/n rushed to assure him. “Nothing like Tony’s usual parties. It’s just the team and significant others. We want to celebrate you turning 104.”

Bucky looked relieved. “That’s fine. As long as you promise to not leave my side all night.”

“Like I would leave you anyways.”

Bucky and Y/n made their way back to the bike. Bucky immediately got on and looked at Y/n. “I’m driving back. You did a good job but I wanna drive.”

Y/n laughed and climbed behind Bucky, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I figured you’d want to drive back. I only cared about surprising you here. And maybe after the party.”

Bucky reached down and squeezed her hands. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Bucky.”

They made their way back to the compound and got ready for the party. Y/n put on a deep red knee-length dress that fit her body in a way that showcased all her favorite assets. She kept her hair and makeup simple, since the party wasn’t going to be crazy. She made her way out of the bathroom and saw Bucky buttoning up his shirt. He looked up as she walked in to grab her shoes. As she passed him, he grabbed at her hand and pulled her close.

“You look delectable,” Bucky murmured. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. His arms slid around her waist, his hands moving down until they cupped her ass. Y/n smiled at Bucky and put her arms around his neck.

“Glad you like. I bought the dress just for tonight.”

“So, another present for me? I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you.”

“Well, that is a perk of it being your party. We go for a while and then leave early and you can unwrap me and put that blindfold to use.”

Bucky groaned. “Can’t we just skip the party?”

Y/n threw her head back and laughed. “No. You know they’ll just barge in here. If we make an appearance, then we won’t be interrupted later.”

“Fine.” Bucky grumbled. He pouted as they left their room and made their way to the common area where the party was set up. Bucky was hoping if he pouted enough, Y/n would let him leave extra early.

“Your pouting isn’t going to work, Baby.” Y/n said over her shoulder, smiling.

Bucky gave up the pout and smiled back. “Worth a shot.”

When they entered the room, it was filled with the team and their partners. Steve had brought Sharon, who was happy to have made it in time, having been on a mission for the past few weeks. Clint and Natasha stood together, Clint’s arm around Natasha’s shoulder. Wanda and Vision were holding hands. Bruce had excitedly brought Betty Ross, who had recently come back into his life. Sam and Peter stood with their girlfriends and Tony and Pepper were happily hugging.

“Happy birthday, Bucky!” everyone yelled as Bucky and Y/n entered the room. Bucky felt so happy to be surround by his friends. Tony and Steve had hung up a banner that said “happy 104th birthday” and there were streamers all around the room. On the coffee table was a cake with a pile of presents for Bucky. Tony had set up a bar to the side, fully stocked with a bartender there to make everyone’s night easier. Though Thor couldn’t stay, he had dropped off some Asgardian mead for the super soldiers earlier that week. There was also a buffet table with various foods that Bucky loved, both from back in the 40s and from now.

The party had been going for a few hours and everyone was having a good time. Bucky and Steve had gotten into the mead and were feeling its effects. Bucky had opened his presents, loving everything he got, especially his new knife from Y/n.

“Doll, you already did breakfast and Coney Island. This is too much,” Bucky said as he admired the tactical knife. It had a black and blue carved handle with a steel blade that had a blue sheen.

“I saw it and thought of you,” Y/n said with a shrug. “The blade reminds me of your eye color.”

Bucky leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I can’t wait to use it on my next mission.”

“Only you would be that excited for a knife,” Sam said with a laugh.

“Shut it, Pigeon.”

Sam just rolled his eyes with a smile. After presents were done and the cake was eaten, Bucky decided he was ready to finish his night in the bedroom with Y/n, wanting to make use of the blindfold. He looked over at Y/n and caught her eye. Bucky gave her a smirk that signaled he was ready to go.

“Well, thank you everyone for a truly great birthday. I can’t thank you enough for everything.”

“You deserve it, Punk,” Steve said, Sharon cuddled into his side.

“Definitely my best birthday yet.” Bucky pulled Y/n close and kissed her temple.

Y/n smiled, ready to start trouble. “I think that’s my cue to get this old man to bed.”

Everyone laughed while Bucky looked down at her in faux shock. “Old man??”

Y/n laughed as she stood up. “I mean, you are 104. I’m surprised you lasted this long.” She slowly made her way over towards the door. “Do we need to get you a cane or maybe a walker?”

Bucky jumped up and moved quickly towards Y/n. She let out a yell and ran towards their room. “I’ll show you old man, Doll,” Bucky yelled out as he chased her.

Everyone heard Y/n yell, “bring it on, senior citizen!”

Sam looked at Tony. “Thank you for soundproofing their room.”

“That was a present for all of us.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #Happy birthday Bucky Barnes #birthday boy #just wanted some fluff

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shockinglysubmissive · 3 years

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WARNINGS: Blood kink, Scratching, Knife play, Use of the pet name “Kitten”

Kenma x GN!Reader

This is for @missuga S&M collab! Please enjoy!

*Please know, this does not describe self-harm, though it does make references that could be taken that way. I tried to avoid the topic, but I want to put this warning here in case someone is sensitive to the topic.*

While showering together, reader nearly falls. Kenma grabs them, but his finger nails draw blood, which reader enjoys more than expected.

You fumble with your keys, the stress of that day causing your hands to shake. The key clatters on the ground after bouncing off the door knob as you attempt to put it in the lock.

“Fucking great. Because why can’t something just go well today!” Your jaw clenches as you fight back tears. The sound of the door unlocking from inside softens your anger. Not bothering to pick up the keys, you throw your arms around your boyfriend. “Kozu… it’s been such a shitty day.”

Your voice trembles as you haphazardly kick your keys over the threshold, just wanting to shut the rest of the world out behind you.

“Would a shower help you feel better, Kitten? I have been having computer troubles all day. I tried to stream and my computer crashed. It has been restarting for the last three hours.” He vents, words tumbling off of his tongue unloading his stress.

“A shower would be perfect.” You lace your fingers with his, feeling a small weight being lifted off your shoulders. Wasting no time, you discard your clothes, throwing them into a pile in the corner of the bathroom.

Turning the water on hot, you climb in, not waiting for Kenma to even finish undressing. The burning water targets your sore muscles and your eyelids grow heavy. Succumbing to the desire to close your eyes, you lean your head back under the water.

You don’t hear your boyfriend get into the shower until he is brushing against you. Your body jolts and the wet tub leaves your feet sliding out from under you. Prepping for the crash, you let your body go limp. To your surprise, the crash never happens. Instead, you feel a deep, intense burning sensation down your arm. A yelp morphs in to a moan.

“Kitten. Are you ok? O-oh… you're… you’re bleeding.” He stammers, helping you regain your balance, looking at the watered down blood that drips from his fingers.

As you process what just happened, dopamine floods your system in response to the pain, causing you to feel lighter. “I feel… really good.” You nod, hissing at the sting as your arm is rinsed off.

“Ok… It looks like I just scraped off a layer of skin.” Kenma’s eyes search yours for any sign of anger. When he doesn’t find that, he loosens his grip on your wrist.

Your eyes wander down his body, following a trail of water. When you get down to his abdomen, you can’t help but stare at his rapidly growing erection. Desperate to continue feeling that same dopamine rush from the pain, you look at him with pleading eyes. “Kozu… please can we try something?”

As if he was reading your mind, he shuts off the water, grabbing a towel he quickly heads out of the room. You wrap a towel around yourself and follow after him. Finding him kneeling over your work bag, he pulls out the butterfly knife you keep for protection. “Care to try this Kitten?”

After a long discussion, you end up laying flat on your back, fully exposed as Kenma hovers over you. His lips trail across your jaw, the cold metal of the blade pressing just above your naval.

His loving kisses only amplify the slight sting as the tip breaks the skin. The slow drag of the blade causes you to gasp and whimper. The drips of blood start to trail down your side, landing on the towel beneath you.

Pulling the knife away from your skin, he looks at the thin red line staining your skin. Before he can stop himself, his lips are surrounding the cut. His tongue darts out of his mouth, suckling the metallic liquid.

The sensation startles you, and you squirm under him. The hand with the knife comes closer to your skin, slicing a new cut a bit deeper. Your moans flood the room, need building between your legs as he neglects your sex.

He moves to the new cut, trailing his tongue over it to gather the blood. Without swallowing, he locks his lips with yours forcing you to share the taste. “Everything about you is delicious. Your lips. Your cum. And even your blood.” he mumbles against your lips.

“Kozu… I need more. More pain… more of you.” Your voice cracks as you beg, arching your back to press the blade firmly against your stomach.

He chuckles darkly. “Oh don’t worry Kitten, I will leave you fully satisfied by the end of the night. Just let me take away all of your stress and frustration.” And as a man of his word, he makes sure you are well taken care of.

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@awkward-youtube-trash, @helloiamadrawer, @ultimate-astridwriting, @petalsrdead, @leosbad

#🔥.broken shard #✨.crystal warnings #hqintheclub #hq #hq smut #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #kenma kuzome #kenma kozume smut #kenma x reader #kenma x reader smut

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for-the-ninth · 2 years

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Thanks for the tags @noire-pandora and @emerald-amidst-gold! I've been trying to work through this chapter from Cullen's perspective, and I'm struggling to stay motivated, but still happy to share a snippet! Hopefully it's better than I think it is lmao

At this point, Cullen has been ousted from his position as Commander and spent two weeks in Skyhold's dungeon while going through lyrium withdrawal. On his last night, he had a psychotic break during which he thought the Inquisitor was a demon and tried to assassinate her, and Shielan, in the midst of saving his life, accidentally revealed a long-held secret - and then threatened to kill him, because DRAMA!! This chapter begins on the day of his release and reassignment.

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Shielan simply nodded and continued further down the hall, and he ambled along after her, wincing and cursing beneath his breath as pain shot through his limbs. She stopped when they reached a metal basin, filled to the midline with water and sat next to a chair upon which a fresh set of clothes, a clean washcloth and towel, and a bar of soap lay stacked in a neat pile. His wide eyes flitted from the basin to Shielan, who stared at him with one brow cocked.

“You’ve not bathed in weeks, Rutherford. Diedre will have my hide if I send you into her kitchen smelling the way you do.”

Cullen knew she was right. But even at his physical peak, he wouldn’t have been keen on disrobing in front of the Inquisitor, and withdrawal had reduced him to a pale husk of skin and bone. He’d no dreams of impressing her—if such a thing were even possible—but the thought of anyone, least of all her, seeing his body in this state made his palms sweat.

“You wouldn’t be the first naked man I’ve seen.” Shielan pulled a rolled cigarette from her cloak’s pocket and rolled one end between her gloved fingers until it caught fire. One corner of her mouth ticked up in an easy half-smile as she exhaled her first drag. “Though with any luck, you’ll be the last.”

A hearty chuckle rumbled in his throat but never made it out, for he was busy folding his feeble arms over his chest, preemptively hiding what remained of him. “If you could just…” He twirled one finger in a circle, eyes pleading.

“For fuck’s sake.” Shielan took another quick drag and exhaled forcefully as she turned her back on him. “Kitchen opens at dawn and tardiness is just shy of murder in Diedre’s eyes, so make it snappy.”

The last thing Cullen wanted to do was make it snappy, he thought, as he shrugged off his oversized shirt and trousers. His stiff, tired muscles longed to be surrounded on all sides by hot water, to sink into a steaming basin and lounge until—

“Maker’s breath,” he mumbled, teeth chattering as ice-cold water lapped over his skin.

“It would’ve been warm had you not wasted time clutching your pearls,” Shielan called over her shoulder. He could hear a faint chuckle echo off the stone as she flicked ash from her cigarette, and figured she must be enjoying his torment.

And oh, was it torment. The frigid water only exacerbated the stiffness of his muscles and joints, so much so that he struggled to wash himself properly, though he tried not to make a show of it. He stifled his grunts and groans, gritting his teeth as he slicked his skin with soap and scrubbed the grime from beneath his fingernails, and set his focus on finishing as fast as he could. Occasionally, his worried eyes flickered over to Shielan, but she puffed away on her cigarette with an air of unhurried nonchalance that he would’ve appreciated far more if the water weren’t so dreadfully cold.

Cullen gripped the sides of the tub, teeth grinding together and every joint locked in place as he tried to heave his body off the floor of the basin. His limbs shook with the effort, and his mind spun around the realization that he might be too weak to lift himself up. A string of curses more vile than usual left his mouth, and Shielan peeked at him over her shoulder.

“There’s a reason warriors shout during battle.” She threw the butt of her cigarette to the ground, grinding one toe into the last of its embers. “Vocalizing our pain gives us power over it. You should try it.”

Cullen’s quivering arms finally gave out, and he slammed down into the tub, sloshing water up over the sides. His head fell to his hands, elbows resting on his knees as he ran cold, wet hands over his cold, wet face and sighed. “You want me to scream?”

“I want to get the fuck on with my morning,” she said. “And if that’s not enough to motivate you, I can certainly find something that will.”

Cullen inhaled through his nose, filling his lungs to capacity, and exhaled a shuddering breath through clacking teeth. Shouting over sore joints struck him as childish, but he knew from experience it’d work—and what choice did he have? Shielan had no intention of helping him up, and even if she did, he could think of nothing more humiliating than being yanked out of a bath by a pint-sized elf with twigs for arms. So, he took another breath, held it, and let it fucking rip.

Cullen screamed as he never had—a rough, primal noise, starting in his belly and racketing through his chest, tearing his tender throat raw as it shot from his mouth. Everything he’d suppressed since Shielan first closed the cell door—fear, rage, disappointment in himself and the Order that raised him, the overwhelming guilt and shame—manifested in that scream, and he held none of it back. He screamed because he was tired of holding it all in, because he lived through withdrawal and still wanted to die, and because he had no fucking clue what Shielan would do to him if he didn’t. Cullen screamed with every cell, with every wisp of air left in his pathetic lungs, because his voice, no matter how insignificant, was all he had left.

tags: @oxygenforthewicked @roguelioness @charmcity-jess @scribbledquillz @a11sha11fade @cleverblackcat @dreadfutures and whomever else wants to post their work!

This chapter is really important to me, and I think that's part of the reason I've been struggling to finish it. Inquisition did a half-assed job of exploring Cullen's withdrawal and recovery, and I wanted to fix that in my fic, because lyrium is some serious shit and you can't convince me that someone who's been ingesting it for 10+ years isn't going to experience side effects more severe than occasional muscle weakness and irritability. Additionally, as I've written him, Cullen has lost everything that once kept him steady, everything that once gave him power. Once he was a Knight-Captain, and then he was a Commander, and before he was either of those things, he was a templar, which automatically put him in a position of power over other people. It also put him in a position of subservience to those of higher rank. He had clear directives and a clear purpose, and any moral quandary could be easily solved by looking to his leaders.

But now that his title has been stripped, he's just another cook in the kitchen. He's got the head of kitchen staff to boss him around while he chops vegetables, but there's no Inquisitor or Knight-Commander for him to answer to. Not only has he lost his power, but he's lost his rulebook as well. The Circles have fallen, the Order is in disarray, and there's nobody holding his hand and telling him what to do about any of it, nor are there leagues of soldiers waiting for his command. He has no obligations, no comrades in arms, and no purpose.

Cullen is more free than he's ever been, and that scares the shit out of him.

#cullen rutherford #dragon age inquisition #fanfic #my writing #wip wednesday #it's funny to me when cullenites whine about me being mean to cullen when i put SO much effort into humanizing him in chapters like this #like why would i write his character this way if i hated him like that lmao

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