#sssshhh it’s such a good line

[hoppingonjim]

Thinking about a threesome with March and Healy where Healy is the gentler, nicer one. Praising the reader and making sure she feels good and then March is the meaner one. Mocking and teasing and just being a dick. idk man I’m a slut and I want both

TLDR: requesting good cop/bad cop (good detective/bad detective?) threesome with March and Healy content 🙏🙏🙏

INVESTIGATE ! - jackson healy + holland march

note: so sorry for how long this took! kept rewriting it lmaoo. i love this request since i too, am a slut for both. (jackson more but sssshhh) hope this is good!

cw: afab! reader. dom!holland. soft dom!jackson. sub!reader. degrading, impact play, slight throat fucking, creampie, unprotected sex, p in v, oral male receiving, praising, 2/3 holes filled (my dream). reader is cuffed and set a building on fire, so arson i suppose.

“only such a fucking slut would be turned on by fucking cuffs. say it, say you're a fucking slut.”

“ease up there march, don't you think that's a little rude? she's still a lady.”

“she's a fucking slut.”

the mustache man is pounding into you. hard, aggressive. another blow is landed on your ass cheek, the supple skin stinging with every aggressive smack. you've got your hands behind your back, bound by the chilled metal cuffs. another smack on your ass and holland settles his hand onto the gradual vanishing print, his nails digging into the flesh in greed. all the while you were crying out, whimpers filling your tongue and air around you in pleasure as you continued to press your reddened ass against his hand. begging for more.

the bigger man is settled in front of you, his cock hard. his tip engorged, red, leaking with pre cum the more he continues to watch the porno unfolding in front of his own eyes. licking his lips, his eyes stalk your every move. every heave, every wavering motion, every gasp. a hand combs through your hair as a means to settle you, his lips in a mix of stern and pouty, “doing so good for him, princess. bet you're nice and tight- but i can't stop looking at these pretty lips of yours. you mind putting them to use?” for a brief moment his large finger grazes over every imprint, line and dent molded into your bottom lip, coating the tip in your spit for a brief moment. hungry eyes meet your cock drunk ones - you've barely been fucked- and you both realize he should've been in your mouth a while ago.

all he needs from you is a nod, and his tip is suddenly suctioned with your lips. the pressure already forcing a groan from his parted lips, his mouth surrendering to the grunts of pleasure. holland rolls his eyes at his, digging his nails harsher into your bruised ass. the feeling of your tight pussy clenching him is heavenly, even holland can't deny that.

jackson's groans begin to intertwine with your whimpers as praises fall droplet by droplet from his parted lips, “you're already doing so good, take a little more for me baby, c'mon.”

a scoff flees from holland's lips until he spanks you several times in a row, “fuck, you like having a fucking cock in your mouth? i thought sluts like you only existed in pornos- you should feel how fucking soaked she is healy-” his own hand begins to slightly sting as he revels in the way you arch your back, your whimpers vibrating against jackson's cock- pulling harsher groans from the man. thick fingers run through your hair as the enforcers hips begin to introduce a sensation of grinding.

“fuck march, shut up, she's doing so good for me, already doing so perfect, huh baby?” those rough fingers trace gentle patterns onto your cheek. you begin to bob your head along the thickness of his cock, drool slipping off your lips. collecting around your chin, falling onto the girth of his pre cum dressed cock. his lips are surrendering to helpless groans as he encourages your cheeks to grow hollow, his thumb pressing the dent carefully onto the full skin.

the hand on your cheek migrates to your flowing tresses once again. the sweat building up is greeted by his fingers, combing and treating your strands to comfort. pushing the orphaned locks away from your face, “give me those pretty little eyes, c'mon princess,” always obedient, you wear an innocent gaze as your doll eyes gaze up at him, doe-like, “fuck yes, you listen so good princess.” and he's already falling to his pleasure.

the man's tepid grinds morph into desperate bucks. you've barely scarfed his cock down the depth of your throat and he swears he's already seeing stars. to amp up his desperation, he gingerly brought his pelvis closer towards your nose, introducing your throat to the fullness of his cock. immediately you gagged, the soul patch clad man behind you, ruining you, smirking so broadly.

“i know you can take it, you're doing so good for me.. fuck princess, that's it, such a good girl.” all because you're eagerly deepthroating the muscle man, the sound of your choking delighting him twistedly above all.

meanwhile holland's ramming his cock ruthlessly into your soaked cunt.

every time. he's holding your hips, slamming your ass against his pelvis so you can feel him penetrate you deeper. all while displaying a perverted grin at the sound of slapping skin, “fucking whore- mouth full of one man's cock while you let the other fuck you. you gonna let me cum inside you? pump you full of my cum?”

and shockingly enough you nod. all holland needed was the green light. but before he finally gave into those twitching sensations, he tugged on a fistful of your hair, forcing you to just barely look back at him, “you look like such a fucking whore- fucking hell..” and with those words he slapped your cheek before releasing you. minutes before releasing his hot cum into you, biting his bottom lip harshly as he soaked up the wonderous feeling. his high feeling more serendipitous.

jackson doesn't go to your unneeded aid when holland slaps your cheek, mainly because his own cock is twitching relentlessly and he so badly needs to fill your throat with his cum. an uncharacteristic whine slips out from the crevices of his lips. his balls are heavy- god the man needs to cum, you can just see it. and he does after one subtle ram into your mouth, coating your throat in his seed.

“oh god, oh god.. swallow for me baby, swallow all of it. i know you can, you were so good.” his eyes remain soft as his finger slips down to venture the curvature of your jawline. his fingertip kissing every arising goosebump.

your obedience shines once more as you merrily swallow all of his cum, leaving his cock with a pretty pop of your lips. licking your lips afterwards, still yearning for any leftovers.

abruptly holland hugs you off of all fours and onto his lap, the new angle forcing you to cry out his name, “mr march! holy shit!”

a smirk remains on his lips but only seems to broaden as he raises your hips up before plummeting them back onto his cock, delighting in every scream that ran from your tongue.

“you're gonna cum on my cock you whore, c'mon, i know a desperate whore like you is just begging to fucking cum..”

jackson feels an impetus to lean in, his thumb crafting delicate circles onto your clit whilst he leans in, “c'mon darling, cum for him, you know you can do it. i know you can do it,” he whispers, his thumb kissing your sensitive, needy bud, coated in arousal.

words don't leave your lips, only moans and whines. a few screams entangled in the bunch. you can feel yourself clench around holland, your hips and thighs beginning to quiver with anticipation as your high comes knocking on the door of your mind. and you give in, letting the sweet release bombard you. holland can feel the intensity, he's groaning so loudly in pleasure. feeling pleased with your submissiveness towards every single one of his requests. jackson doesn't let up however, he assists you in riding out the high with palming your clit. his rough palm, the aged lines, adding onto the experience. the texture toying with your abused clit.

“oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god- oh mr march- oh mr healy.” everything is chopped however, leaving your mouth at different moments.

holland doesn't feel like sitting up anymore, and the man flops down. jackson meticulously brushes your hair once more, making your stunning face the focal point, “you were amazing darling, so so perfect.”

in all his sinful breathiness, with his cock still inside of you, holland speaks up, panting for anything that can relieve the lack of air in his system, his eyes still sinisterly sensual.

“don't think you'll get this cock though every time you light a building on fire.”

"mr march, can you take the cuffs off now?"

#holland march #the nice guys #holland march smut #jackson healy #holland march x reader #nice guys #ryan gosling smut #russell crowe #ryan gosling x reader #holland march fic #request managed📬 #jackson healy smut #the nice guys smut #the nice guys fic #nice guys x reader #russell crowe smut

[labnegativeone]

You know what's funny? Despite all your claims of Lab 8 abandoning their cause, they have at least 2 combat-ready ASG units and many more in training. What do you have again? Oh, right, an rebellious girl you need mind control just to use, a clone you gave up on for not looking right, and a meme-spewing AI created out of spite. 2/3 of your units weren't originally made to fight skullgirls, and none of them seem all that well trained with their abilities. (Part 1 of 2)

We’ve definitely made some...charitably, mistakes along the way. I can’t deny that. Actually, I’ll admit, Lab 8 probably does have the right way of things, or at least closer to it. But I-

[EXCUSE ME, BUT I THINK YOU MISUNDERSTAND THE SITUATION HERE. AND VALENTINE, I’M APPALLED TO HEAR YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT! LAB 8 IS SIMPLY NOT UP TO SNUFF WITH US. QUALITY OVER QUANTITY! YES, OBVIOUSLY THERE ARE SOME KINKS TO IRON OUT WITH US, BUT OUR PROJECTS ARE INFINITELY SUPERIOR THAN ANYTHING LAB 8 HAS OR COULD COOK UP. YOU’RE LOOKING IN THE WRONG PLACES. PAINWHEEL AND FUKUA NEED FURTHER TRAINING, YES, OBVIOUSLY. BUT DUE TO PAINWHEEL’S ADVANCED ARTIFICIAL PARASITES AND THEIR INTERACTION WITH THE SKULLGIRL BLOOD EXPERIMENTS, SHE HAS THE CAPACITY FOR POWER THE LIKES OF WHICH LAB 8 COULD ONLY DREAM OF. FUKUA MAY LACK CONFIDENCE, BUT DUE TO SHAMONE’S ABILITY TO MIMIC ANOTHER PARASITE, COMBINED WITH GHOST’S PRESENCE AS A SEMI-CORPOREAL ATTACKER, SHE ALSO HAS GREAT POTENTIAL. AND WHILE I MAY HAVE BEEN CREATED OUT OF SPITE, AT THE LEAST I HAVE ADVANCED WEAPONRY AND A DRIVE FOR COMBAT. THE ONLY THING PEACOCK HAS A DRIVE FOR IS EARLY ONSET COUCH POTATO SYNDROME.]

“...Uhm, I-”

[AND EITHER WAY, IF CAMARADERIE WAS TRULY THAT IMPORTANT...THEN WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LAST HOPE?]

“Robo!”

“YIKES.”

...What indeed.

“What? Valentine, come on! You’re not seriously going to-Carol?”

{...I DON’T THINK THIS IS WORTH IT, FUKUA.}

“You...you don’t think it’s...”

[COME ON, FUKUA. IT’S OBVIOUSLY TRUE.  SURE, LAB 8 HAS SOME FIREPOWER BEHIND IT, BUT NOT ENOUGH. AT THE END OF THE DAY, THE FACTS ARE SIMPLE. LAP 0 SUPURRIOR, LAB 8 INFURRIOR.]

“No...no!! That’s not-that isn’t true! That’s not just not true, it’s-it’s-it’s bullsh-it’s just NONSENSE! I-come on, you...I know you know that’s a bunch of crrrr-a bunch of crap!”

“PACE YOURSELF.”

“Nnnngh-”

“Argh, no! I’m NOT pacing myself, okay!? They. Are. RIGHT! Brain Drain is an idiot, and he’s doing it wrong, and-and I don’t care what ‘potential’ we’re supposed to have!! None of us are here by choice, we all HATE it here, and he has to do a bunch of dumb sssshhh-a bunch of just-of NONSENSE to try to keep us in line, or else we’d KICK HIS ASS! His-ah-”

“ALRIGHT, YEAH, YOU CHANGED MY MIND. KEEP GOIN’.”

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m keeping going! Robo, if you-if you stopped for a second, for a MOMENT to think about what that guy just said, not only would you realize he was right, you’d realize that YOU THINK THIS TOO!! YOU’VE ALWAYS THOUGHT THIS! YOU THOUGHT BRAIN DRAIN WAS BAD, YOU THOUGHT THAT THE WHOLE ‘LAB 8 INFURRIOR’ THING WAS DUMB, AND YOU...YOU WERE ON OUR SIDE! YOU WERE MY FFFFFFFF-”

[FUKUA, PLEASE, YOU’RE BEING RIDICULOUS! LAB 0 IS THE CUTTING EDGE! AND HONESTLY, AS FAR AS I CAN TELL OUR LIVES HERE ARE GOOD. YOU HAVE FOOD, IMPORTANT WORK, ENTERTAINMENT THANKS TO ME-I MEAN, HONESTLY WHAT MORE COULD YOU REALLY BE ASKING F-]

*CLANG*

“GAGH-Dammit, my hand-!”

{FUKUA! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!}

That...didn’t sound good. Does anything feel like it’s broken?

“U-uhm, I’m...I think I’m fine. I’m probably fine.”

Not...exactly staggering confidence. I’m going to have to take a look.

[WAIT, I-]

*krrrrhshshlshhhhhk*

[WAIT, WHAT WERE WE TALKING ABOUT? FUKUA, WHY ARE YOU HOLDING YOUR HA-WAIT, NO, I THINK I-]

*kkkkkkkksshhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrshshshhhhhhhhhhhhhhk*

[OH, FUKUA, YOU’RE INJURED. HERE, I THINK I CA-NO, WAIT, DIDN’T I-]

*kkkkkkrrrrrrrrrrssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhk*

[...I’M SORRY. I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GO-]

*kkrshshsrshhhhrrrshh-byyeeeewww.....*

“...I....I just...I miss her so much...”

{I’M...I’M SORRY THAT YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS.}

“I just...do you...is there anything I can do? I mean, if I-”

“Like, if I tell him I’ll be good, or-or that I’ll-I don’t know, do you...do you think I can get him to give her back?”

{I...DON’T THINK IT’S THAT EASY.}

Nope. It’s even easier than that. I’m going to fix this. Now.

#Skullgirls #Valentine #Robo-Fortune #Fukua #Painwheel #Askblog #pairswitch

[boxboysandotherwhump]

Alice part 2

@whumptywhumpdump @ashintheairlikesnow @whumpfigure @yet-another-heathen

This takes place only hours before Alice get’s picked up by the lib people.

CW: panic attack, mentally ill and injured whumpee, partly made up mental illness (maladaptive daydreaming heavily exaggerated), hallucinations

„You know I can‘t- Could you just-“ Alice waved at the other man cramped into the toilet stall with him. Eyebrows raised in expectation.

„What?“

„Privacy?!“ Alice exclaimed, nearly dropping the toilet paper roll he‘d been fidgeting with. „I‘d like to take a piss in peace for once, you know? And I can‘t do that when those sparkling hungry eyes of yours are staring at my penis. It‘s shy.“

Five shock his head, white blonde hair flopping into blue eyes. His fine lips pulled down. „Remind me why we‘re friends again?“

„Because you,“ Alice turned his back to him, undoing his pant zipper.  „ apparently can‘t get enough of me peeing into hospital toilets, which hey, really no shame, but it‘s a pretty weird kink. And trust me, I know weird.“

Alice chuckle died in the silence between them. Five wasn‘t making any move to leave. The soft fabric of Alice pants tickled under his fingers. He sighed. „I won‘t pass out again ‚kay?“

„You sure ab-“

„You worry to much.“ Alice cut him of with a beaming grin. The scars intersecting his face stretched under the bandages.  „Just relax Five. I feel absolutely splen-.“ „-did.“ Five tuned in. A wry smile found its way onto his face. „Okay okay. But I‘ll wait at the door.“

Just as Alice flashed another smile over his shoulder, ready to finally blessedly pull his pants down and pee, did he hear it.

Clack, clack, clack.

This dreaded sound. Sharp metal tips clicking over tile floors. Creeping out of over-bright lights. Coming closer. Closer.

Clack, clack, clack.

Alice breath caught. Lungs simply refusing to work, to expand. Body frozen in cold terror. Afraid even the tiniest twitch of muscle would make a sound. Would be heard. By this- this thing. Entering the restrooms.

Clack, clack, clack.

BAM!

The last stall of the line slammed open. Alice hands flew to his mouth, fingers digging into scarred skin until it hurt, desperately trying to keep his whimpers from escaping. Tears stung in his eyes.

Clack, clack, clack.

BAM!

The first one fell, silent as a snowflake and Alice wanted to scream. Dark spots danced behind his eyes.

Clack, clack, clack.

BAM!

Five uncurled his fingers from the doorknob one by one, shifted, as quietly as possible and wrapped his arms around Alice trembling shoulders in a silent embrace.

Clack, clack, clack.

BAM!

Alice flinched violently, knocking his head against Fives narrow chin. Curling into the embrace, wide eyed. His vision swam. But both had remained silent. Silent. So very, very silent. If they were silent enough maybe IT would go away. Disappear back into the white cold fluorescent light.

Clack…

„Ssshh. Sssshhh.“ Five whispered, his warm breath ghosting over Alice sweat cold skin. His heart stuttered to a stop. Everything blurred and bled together in front of his eyes. The toilet bowl, the tiles, the cabin walls. melting into visual white noise.

Clack…

Shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupquietquietquietbequietshutupshutu-

„Breath.“ Warm arms tightened around his fear frozen body. „Remember what the doctor said. It‘s not real Alice. It‘s just a spill.“

Clack…

Tears rolled over his cheeks. Burned hot paths down his skin, soaked into his bandages. He shock his head, knees buckling under the wave of nausea following the motion.

Five pulled at his hands. Tried to pry them from his mouth as gently as possible. „Alice. Alice you need to breath. Breath and remember. You know were that thing came from.“

Alice shuddered. Oh yes he did know. How could he ever not know.

„It‘s not real.“

Notrealnotrealnotreal Things without faces don‘t exists.

He dared the smallest, most tentative breath. Sucked it through the gaps between his fingers. Tasting panic and sweat on his tongue.

„Good. You‘re such a good boy, Alice.“

Clack. BAM!

The stall next to him got kicked open and Alice shrieked so loud his own ears rang.

There were different sounds in the hallway now. The hectic slap slap slap of soft soled shoes hurrying over linoleum floors. The bathroom door getting wedged open. A concerned: „Honey, everything all right in here?“

The lights seemed dimmer, all of a sudden.

“Darlin‘.“ The sweet nurse who had taken care of him in those last two weeks knocked at his stall door. „Please open up for me, will you.“

Alice ripped some toilet paper from the roll, wiped hastily over his face and opened the door the tiniest bit. Peeking trough the gap with a forced smile.

„Perfectly alright Miss.“

Warm eyes narrowed in disbelieve. Her lashes stuck together with to much mascara and Alice couldn‘t help but find it charming.

„Suspicion suits you really well, has anyone ever told you that? Brings out the green little speckles in your eyes.“

A small snort escaped her, lips quirking into a half smile. „Aren‘t we a lil charm today?“

„That‘s what you love about me.“ He shot a finger-gun, thin wrist sticking out from behind the small gap. If she noticed how much it still shook, than she graciously ignored it.

„Alright honey. I‘ll let you finish your business, than.“

Watchful eyes caught the faltering of his smile, the twitch of tear bright eyes flitting from her round face to the other restroom stalls and back.

„Would you mind if I wait in front of your stall door honey?“ She gave him a conspiratorial wink. Brown curls bouncing with the dip of her head. „I could really use a break from that wretched head nurse breathing down my neck for a second.“

„My pleasure to assist you.“ Alice whispered shakily. The jest absent from his voice. „Please.“

The stall door closed with a soft click and the only sound he heard this time were the nurses even breaths.

#wuhmp #pet whump #boxboy whump #boxboys #boxboy #boxboy universe #emotional whump #traumatised whumpee #neurodivergent whumpee #panic attack #halucination #maladapting daydreaming disorder #whump writing #alice daydreams

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Small Time Witch (23)

...haunted

Main Street is lined with cute little bars and restaurants. On most nights they were pleasantly crowded. You and Loki would frequent such establishments and you had gotten to know some of their patrons. After the snap, some of the little bars were shuttered. The ones that were still open were far less lively. People would gather to commiserate, to cry. Mostly people were tired of drinking alone.

At least twice a week you would ride your bike to Captain Kidd’s Inn and drain half a bottle of Jameson with the bar tender Jason. He lost his wife in the snap. You would usually stay until last call which happened to be whenever Jason felt like closing up. He would offer to take you home and you’d usually end up fucking.

There was absolutely nothing behind it. The two of you just needed to feel. Some nights it would be quick and dirty then he’d leave. Neither of you would say a word. Most of the time you didn’t even get undressed. On some occasions you would drink more then pass out in bed together.

You didn’t sleep in the master bedroom with him. You stayed in Thor’s massive bed where the two of you could sleep as far apart as possible. It was nice to feel the mattress sag with his weight. Occasionally you would sleep on his chest when you really needed it. He never pushed you away. Sometimes he would rest on your stomach and cry silently in the dark.

Anytime he spent the night, you dreamt of Loki. The first time it happened he didn’t say anything. He just looked displeased. When it happened more frequently he began to make comments. He mentioned how you stunk of whiskey or how he hated seeing you with another man. You never answered him. It was just a dream.

After the tenth time you decided to bite back. “You’re dead. You left me. You don’t have the right to be angry at me. Piss off, ghost.”

It took him a while but he finally summoned enough power to manifest a spectral version of himself. When Jason left Loki appeared. It was only for a moment. You didn’t trust your eyes. You threw back some water and headache medicine and retired to the couch.

A few days later you noticed the bedroom door was open. You only ever went in there to grab new clothes. You didn’t shower in your bathroom and you never disturbed the bed. When you left the room you always locked the door. When you went to close it you swore you saw him sitting in your chair in your reading nook. You felt too ashamed to go to the bar after that.

Jason texted to see if you would be around. You thought about ignoring him but couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You just said you needed some alone time. He said he’d be by later to check on you.

That’s what people did now. They checked on each other. At around 12:30 there was a knock on your door. It wasn’t Jason on the other end. It was Hilde.

You were pretty certain no one called her by her name. Everyone just called her Valkyrie. You were the only person who bothered to ask what it was. Thor randomly sent her to check on you. He couldn’t bear to look at you after the final failed attempt to right this tragedy. She didn’t mind driving out. It was a welcome escape for her from New Asgard.

It started with her bringing you food (which you didn’t need) then morphed into good friends drinking and laughing. She was the only one who made you laugh these days. Then it turned into sloppy drunken make out sessions to full on fucking.

You loved fucking her. She was soft and always smelled divine like salty sea air. She was an absolute wizard with her tongue and fingers. She taught you how to eat her pussy. You were an excellent student.

You stepped aside and let her in without a word. You pulled her to you by her belt and swallowed her tongue. She was always so hungry for you her Kærasta. From the little Norwegian Loki had taught you, you knew that meant girlfriend. Though you never put a label on it you supposed you were.

“You smell like the bartender” she said breathless.

“Sorry. Come shower with me. I’ll get rid of him” you smiled against her neck.

You pulled her towards the hall bathroom. Though not nearly as big as the master, Loki had to make sure Thor could fit comfortably in the shower. It was more than enough room for the two of you.

“Don’t you have a big bathtub in your bedroom?” You froze.

“Yeah. I don’t use it.”

“Can we tonight? I need to relax.”

“I haven’t since...Loki and I....”

“Sssshhh, Elskan. We don’t have to. I just thought it would be nice.” She slipped her hand into the waistband of your leggings and was pleased to find no panties underneath. You braced against the wall as she expertly teased your clit.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt” you whispered.

“That’s my good girl.”

You rinsed a layer or two of dust out of the tub and fished a new sponge out of the cabinet. She undressed and pinned up her hair. Once the tub was filled, she slid into the spot that Loki usually occupied.

The tub was wide enough for her to spread her legs. You sat facing her and she pulled you in so your cunts were pressed up against each other.

You kissed again pressing as hard into her body as you could. She held you with one hand and tweaked your nipple with the other. Before long the pressure was too great and you had to move. You rode each other into your first of many climaxes that night.

You spent the rest of your bath soaping each other’s bodies and she washed your hair. When you got out you slicked each other with one of your oils and she braided your hair. The whole thing was so intimate. You loved pampering each other. Clearly you both needed the attention.

She pulled you onto the bed and felt your body hesitate. “Do you want to go to another room?”

“No. It’s ok. I just haven’t slept in this bed in ages.”

Her face split into a smile that was so sinful a fresh burst of wetness trickled out of your snatch. “Oh, Kærasta. You think daddy would drive all this way at this time of night to sleep?” She grabbed one of your nipples between her teeth and shook your breast like a dog. You giggled for the first time in forever. That’s when your water glass flew onto the floor and shattered.

“Shit. I wasn’t even near it.” You crawled across the bed to get to the door. You came rushing back in with a broom. She moved to help you, “No. Stay on the bed. I’ve got it. I guess he didn’t like that.”

“He who?” She looked around the room suspiciously.

“This is going to sound silly but, I think Loki visits. I know. I should seek help.”

“I wouldn’t exactly be surprised. It would piss him off royally to know that I was bedding his wife. We never really got along.” Her laugh was carefree and melodic. You were visibly upset. “Hey, Y/N. I’ll stop. I’ll hold you all night if you want. But, I think you need. A. Release.” She kissed her way down the column of your neck. You melted in her palm.

“I need both.” She laid you down on the bed and spread your legs. She licked her way up her thigh to your dripping pussy and slowly dipped in her tongue into your folds.

“You’re always so wet for me, Kærasta. Do you like it when daddy licks your pretty pussy?”

“Mmmm. Yes, daddy. I want your fist.”

“What my good girl wants, my good girl gets.” She massaged your opening with her thumbs inserting them and pulling you apart gently. She coaxed the muscles helping you relax. She flattened her tongue and pulsed it gently. The sensation was overwhelming. She eased in three fingers helping you to stretch more. You arched your back off the mattress.

“Fuck. Daddy that feels so good. I need more.” She buried her hand up to her wrist. It burned but it felt exquisite. You fucked back into her face and came harder than you had in a long time.

“I want to make you cum. Sit on my face” you said as she plunged her tongue back into your mouth.

You pulled her on top of you and hooked your arms around her to pull her thighs taught. You pulled her down and licked slowly around the opening then plunged in your tongue. She gasped and grabbed on to the headboard. You made slow concentric circles around her clit. Every now and then you’d suck a little making sure to get the hood too. Two fingers fucked deep into her cunt carefully manipulating the soft spongy button inside. You picked up the pace building a rhythm that had her moaning and cursing. You moaned back to encourage her. When her thighs started to shake you pulled her down harder so she could fuck your face bathing you in her juices.

You licked her until she relaxed. She slid off of you and down to the bed. You wiped your faces on a towel and wrapped your body around hers. For once you were able to make her relax and feel like a precious little spoon. She hummed and smiled in her sleep.

As you drifted off you felt Loki looming around you. You held Hilde tighter hoping the feeling would go away. It only grew stronger. Unable to rest you slid your arm from under her and went to the kitchen for tea. When you heard Loki’s voice you nearly dropped your cup.

“My lord! You don’t need to scare me like that! Am I dreaming again?”

He was sitting at the kitchen table staring at you longingly. He wished you could sit on his lap and kiss him until the steam came screaming from the kettle. It was an act that you preformed so many times that it seemed trivial. Nothing seems trivial anymore. “No. You are very much awake. Is this what you do now? You bring random people into our bed? Drink every night until you pass out?”

“Oh calm down. It’s Valkyrie. I like her. She makes me feel something. I mostly don’t feel anything like I’m not here.”

“Yes, I’m sure she’s thoroughly amused that she makes you scream her name in our marital bed.” He spat the words at you. All of the joy snapped from your face. It hurt him to see it.

Over the last few weeks he watched you split more and more as you straddled the world of the living and the world of the dead. He was doing no better. Hel was pushing him to make a decision whether he would ask you to join him or use your magic to separate from him. As much as he wanted to be with you, it wasn’t your time. To him you barely had the chance to live. You deserved to have babies and grow old with someone. He was doing the exact thing he promised he wouldn’t. He was selfishly keeping you all to himself. This night he decided to tell you about the spell.

“I’ve been thinking and I may know a way to fix all of this. There is a healer in New Asgard who trained under my mother. She is familiar with Freyr’s magic.”

“I know. Hilde told me about her. We’ve already come up with the spell.”

“Then why haven’t you done it?”

“Because when I do your magic will fade from the house, the grounds, our rings...me. I’m not ready to let you go.”

“I am not ready either but I think it’s time, Pet. We can’t go on this way. You feel empty because part of you is literally dead. I hate that I’m doing this to you:”

“I’m not ready. I’m still trying to figure out a way to bring you back.”

He sighed heavily, “I’m not coming back this time, Y/N. You know in your heart that I’m not. You need to move on. I want you to love and have children and grow old. We’ll be together again.”

You were completely offended. The girl you were when you met your husband was not the woman you were now. You were unbridled and a force magically. He helped you to become this woman. How could you put all of that away now just to have a white picket life?

Maybe another lifetime ago you wanted kids and barbecues in the back yard. This you wanted passion and madness. He was the Clyde to your Bonnie and his outlaw heart was yours forever. But, if he wanted to be free of you, that’s what he’d get.

He saw the fire burning in your eyes. He longed to know what you were thinking. You were seething but shook it off, gave him a sweet smile and said, “You’re right. I’ll go back to see the healer with Hilde tomorrow. I’m glad we had this talk.”

“You look angry. Please don’t be angry. I love you so much. I don’t want you to die, Y/n. I’m sorry I’m gone but you’ve barely lived. Please understand this. Can you say it back?” He was desperate to touch you, to connect one more time. “Norns, wife! Will you look at me and say you love me too?! Please!”

Your voice was cold and unfeeling, “I’m not your wife. I’m your widow. Goodbye, Loki.”

You didn’t look back to see if he left. Your heart felt like it was plunged into ice. You strode back into your bedroom and used your magic to fling open his closet doors and dresser drawers. You put all of his clothes into a pile. Hilde woke up to the sound and shook the last tendrils of sleep from her head.

“Kærasta, what are you doing?” She got out of bed and threw on a tshirt. You wouldn’t look at her. She followed you and the bundle of clothes down the hall to the yard where you set them. A fireball grew in your hands and you sent it sailing into the clothes. They went up with a whoosh. She wrapped her arms around your waist and watched with you until it burned out.

“Want to tell me what that was about?” she said against the shell of your ear.

“I think my dead husband just broke up with me.” You both laughed but your laughter faded into sobs.

“Come on. Let’s go back to bed.” She held your hand all the way down the hall. You both stripped and got back under the covers. She kissed your cheeks then your eyelids then your forehead. You finally fell asleep nestled into her body.

You felt Loki’s sadness all night. He looked on from your reading loft watching your chest rise and fall, your body being comforted by someone else. If his heart was beating he thought it may have stopped the moment you left the kitchen. It was evident by the way your mood so easily shifted that you needed to be released from this burden.

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Loki returned back to the underworld feeling more conflicted than he did earlier in the evening. His daughter was waiting for him eager to hear his thoughts on the matter at hand.

“Welcome home, Father.” She kissed his cheek and ushered him into a soft chair.

“It seems my darling wife is angry with me. Am I wrong? Should I have done things differently?”

Hel thought for several minutes opening her mouth to speak occasionally but closing it just as quick. “Shouldn’t she have chosen her fate, Daddy Dearest?” she cocked her head to the side awaiting his answer.

“Perhaps. It would have been the wrong decision.”

“How do you know? Why are you so afraid of her being here? Am I not a hospitable hostess?”

“Of course you are, my baby. I’m afraid...”he hesitated to say out loud what he feared the moment you put on those infernal rings. “I’m afraid she’ll regret being with only me for all eternity.”

“Pity you never got the chance to know what she actually wanted. When the ritual is performed tomorrow, I’ll give you a moment to touch her warm skin before you are split from each other. Savor it, Father.”

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You woke up feeling uneasy and unsure of yourself. Anytime you felt this way you called Steve. He had a knack for talking you off the proverbial ledge. You explained the conversation and how angry you were.

“If he gave you a choice, would you choose to put on that ring or live? You already wrote the spell right?”

“I had it as a back up in case I couldn’t bring him back.”

“So in both instances, you chose to live which is exactly what he is asking you to do. It seems like you’re not conflicted at all, my dear. Sounds like you are angry that you don’t have him anymore. You’re allowed to be angry, Y/N. I certainly am.”

You were quiet. You hadn’t thought about it that way. “Why do you always know what to say?”

He chuckled, “I know how that brain of yours works. Can I come with you? I’ll drive you back.”

You didn’t know how you would be after but knew you didn’t want to be alone. Hilde couldn’t stay away for too long. “I would love it if you came.”

Steve arrived in under an hour. This was his first time meeting Hilde. When he extended his hand she pulled him in for a hug. She smelled like you all warm and spicy. He didn’t ask but judging by her constant touching, he could imagine.

The drive up was quiet. Hilde kept a protective hand on your thigh the entire way there. When you first started hanging out you made her a playlist of your favorite Midgardian pop songs. You made her a new one every time she came to visit. The one she had blaring on the radio was your road trip mix. She sang at an obnoxious volume trying to get you to sing along. When “Shut Up and Drive” popped on you couldn’t help but laugh. You sang at the top of your lungs right back at her. For someone so ancient she certainly had the spirit of a twenty something woman.

When you arrived in New Asgard Thor met you with the healer. Maja was an old careworn. Her eyes were soft and knowing. She took you by the hand and lead you into her space. Thor was noticeably silent as she explained the task at hand. When she asked for your wedding rings Thor asked everyone to leave for a moment.

“I don’t think I have to ask how you are feeling, sister. I’m sure it’s the same way I feel. Hopeless.”

“I’m beyond that now. I’ve tried everything, Thor. I can’t bring him back.”

He sniffled and turned away from you so you couldn’t see him cry, “He’s the last of my family, Y/N. This just feels so...permanent.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist. He hugged you back and you both cried.

“What a sorry pair you two make.” Loki appeared in the room solid but glowing. You reached out your hand and he took it kissing his way up your arm.

“What? What is this, Brother?”

“Your niece sends her love. In a cruel twist of fate, the spell is only truly successful if both of the souls are near each other. The rings are a fine substitute but my darling daughter thought she would gift her new mother with one more moment.”

You felt like all the air was sucked out of you. He ran his hands over your skin trying to etch your warmth and softness onto his soul. He spoke to Thor but never took his eyes off of yours. Thor squeezed his little brother with all of his might. Loki never let your hand go.

When Maja and the others came back into the room they didn’t exactly look shocked but they were confused. Maja promised to explain later.

She had the two of you join hands just as before and you each held your rings. She spoke a language you didn’t understand and once again came the golden light. This time it receded from the two of you rather than the Yggdrasil. You began to feel him fading from you and you broke down. He pulled you towards his body and held you with all his might.

Once the ritual was almost completed Maja spoke to the two of you directly. “Once I say this last part, your soul will not be able to sustain itself here on Midgard. If there is anything left to say, now is the time.”

You looked into his eyes and cleared your throat, “You talked so much about how you were never enough. Not to your people your father or even your brother. You should know you are everything to me. All I can hope is that I’ve been enough for you. I will never stop fighting for us, Lok. In this life or the next, we will be together again. I swear it.”

He didn’t have a speech for you. No pearls of wisdom to send you off into the rest of your life. He held your face in his hands and kissed you for the last time. This was not a kiss of arousal but of love and the feverish need to consume you. His mouth tasted salty. You weren’t sure if was your tears or his. The two of you embraced while Maja continued. He pressed his lips to your ear and whispered “I love you” over and over again. Your cries were too loud to hear the final words. You felt the last shreds of him falling from your fingertips. On a breath of air he was gone.

Steve held you as you sank down to the floor. Thor and Hilde sat down with you. The three of them held you and cried along with you but all for very different reasons. Your rings, now unremarkable clippings of the Yggdrasil tumbled from your hand. Steve picked them up and put them in his pocket.

You didn’t stay around much longer. Thor retreated back home. You made him promise to come visit even though he would never step foot in your house again.

Hilde kissed you and said she would be back soon. “You will call me tonight and at least ten times a day until I see you again, Kærasta. Say yes.”

“Yes, I will. Thank you for being there today.” You offered her a weak smile and she kissed you again. You grabbed Steve’s hand and held it all the way home.

#marvel #marvel witches #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #mcu x reader #steve rogers fanfic #captain america x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki angst #valkyrie x reader

[razorblade180]

Nothing to worry about

After many, many attempts to decode the data to find Sora, Riku was spent. A thought came to him that maybe if he messed with data with the difficulties all the way up, then something might change. It had to be his third day screwing up on the same attacks over and over again. He didn’t remember fighting the organization to be this hard! Riku was a prideful guy that managed to beat most of them but enough was enough! He had been stuck on one obstacle for far too long and his hands hurt from hitting the wall the one time he rage quit. It was time to bring in backup, and he knew just the people…

Xion:You want me to want?

Riku:Beat data Xion for me. You’re too strong.

Roxas:It’s a computer…

Axel:Dude, you don’t get to say that when you smash computers instead of pressing keys.

Saix:You What?

Riku:Focus!!! I called you specifically because you’ve fought Xion, fought Sora, and some of you have done both while technically being connected to Sora; so you know how to play him well.

Axel:I feel like you’re missing people.

Riku:People are busy. You are the only ones that are still around a lot.

Xion:Am I really that tough?

Riku:Painfully.

Xion:Hmmm. I’m not sure how I feel about fighting myself. Something about it feels...depressing.

Axel:I’ll do it. I’m great at games! Plus we’ve fought a bunch of times! I know your moves.

Xion:But you lost…

Axel:Still learned them! *sits down* Watch the master!

That was the statement he made. It’s been three hours since Axel had that confidence. Now he was face down on the bed in the committee room along with Riku. If he heard “why do you fight” one more time, he’d lose his mind.

Axel:Since when do you bounce around like a ball of light!?

Roxas:Why are you surprised? I do it all the time.

Axel:I don’t even understand how you do it!!!

Saix:I can’t believe you didn’t even get half health.

Axel:Think you can do better!?

Saix:Nope, but I won’t act like I can to look cool. Xion, I’ve never seen you do half of the things that program does. Is it an exaggeration or…?

Xion:No, it’s possible. Doing all of that just makes me tired.

Saix:...(I never stood a chance in that graveyard. Then again I try not to go full berserk for the same reason.)

Roxas:My turn! I’m not exactly thrilled about fighting any version of you but helping Sora is the goal here. I just hope Cid didn’t program all of your armors. Not a big fan of the second one or you being the size of the central station tower.

Xion:*red* Hehehe...yeah that was pretty wild.

RAS:You can do what…?”

The change of players was getting better results. Roxas was in his third attempt when he started getting a good rhythm. Watching Axel helped, but there was something else. A weird six sense. Riku was right about him controlling Sora, it felt natural. Battling data Xion was the same. The way he predicted her movements were scarily good.

Axel:Wow, look at you go.

Roxas:Sssshhh, I need focus. I wanna do this as fast as possible. It might be data but hurting Xion feels wrong.

Xion:*red* Roxas…

The man makes it to the desperation move. It’s the second time he���s made it here and he wished data Xion had the armors instead! He didn’t last long before another game over screen. Everyone groaned while Roxas rested his head on the wooden desk.

Roxas:Gah! I can’t even begin to understand those patterns. Your columns of light move way too wildly!

Riku:I hate the fact that if you recover from a strike raid then the next one is delayed to change your rhythm! Why are you so smart Xion?

Xion:Sora does that too. It’s how to survive relentless attacks sometimes. I’ve told you all the timing so-

Roxas:Xion, I really don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but you might as well grab the controller. The only person who knows you, is you.

Xion:And Ven, and Namine, you, Sora, Kai- fine I’ll give it a try!

Riku:Thank you.

Xion died immediately going into the fight. All eyes looked at her in disbelief as her face got red.

Xion:I wasn’t ready! Let me get a few warm up rounds in! I have never done anything like this. Roxas, can you go back to Twilight Town and get a small white bag in the usual spot?

Roxas:Okay.

A few warm up rounds turned into a dozen. Riku even saw her scroll through the settings once or twice. Then she wouldn’t do the fight right away. Instead she’d press bottoms to see how Sora reacted and fast. He didn’t want to be antsy but a piece of him wanted to try again. Riku went over to ask when Roxas came through the door to hand her the bag. Xion ran the program again. She reached in the bag as it loaded and pulled out something Riku didn’t know she still had. Her organization gloves.

Riku:You kept those?

Xion:Gripping a keyblade barehanded feels weird. So does messing with computers…

Data Xion:Why do you f-

Xion:Yeah we know the line…

Riku never considered himself good at things like video games or computers, but he didn’t think he was bad either. That was until he watched Xion start moving her fingers faster than he could keep track off. The whole room was silent except for the sound of clicking. Data Sora was moving at speeds and performing tricks Riku and the others didn’t even know about. He wasn’t getting hit at all!!! Axel could quietly hear Xion mumble numbers. A set amount when she attacked, and then a different set when the data version did. The sets kept resting and ending differently depending on what weapon she used or magic. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Axel:H-How?

Xion:How what?

Roxas:How are you doing this!?

Xion:Like you and Riku said. I know me, as well as Sora. I’m only gonna get hit so many times before I find a chance to counter. Also, there’s only so many moves you can program. It’s still just code!

She made it sound so easy, yet Riku. Can only think about how many times late last night he couldn’t figure out a single time to appropriately heal or attack. Yet here Xion is, perfect blocking and interrupting the desperation move. She even found time to take a picture before delivering the final blow!

Xion:Boom! Easy!

Riku:FINALLY!

Saix:You really should’ve gone first.

Xion:But it was thanks to you guys that I was able to watch and learn without stressing out. It was a group effort. I guess we’re done here. Thanks Riku, that was kinda fun. *stands up*

Riku:Ummm haven’t beaten master Xehanort either. Do you think maybe….

Xion:*Sits down* You owe one for this.

Riku:I know a good spot to find the best seashells.

Xion:Deal!

The crew let her get to work on the baldy while they occupied their time. Half an hour passed before they sat around a table eating. Riku looked over to see Xion learning how to deal with every move possible. It looked impossible. Most of the organization did. Another game over screen appeared and Riku sighed.

Axel:You alright champ?

Riku:It might be data, but seeing Sora lose is depressing. I hope he’s alright.

Roxas:Why wouldn’t he be?

Riku:He’s not the luckiest guy. Danger might as well be a spell when it comes to Sora. All of these data fights made me realize just how dangerous the organization really was. The thought of him running into something or someone as dangerous as that alone doesn’t sit well with me.

Everyone:......

Roxas:You know Riku, you can be pretty dumb sometimes.

Riku:Huh!?

Xion:Roxas!

Roxas:What!? All I’m saying is you would think after seeing a program based off of him successfully beat crazy strong people like Xion that you’d have the most faith in his skills. I mean who else do you know has enough different moves to handle so many kinds of fighters?

Riku:....Heh, thanks Roxas.

Roxas:*red* Yeah whatever. Just stating the obvious.

Axel:Yeah! Sora’s alright. I mean he was able to beat me after all.

Saix: If that’s the bar then maybe we should worry.

Axel:Hey!

Xion:I mean we did tie when I was tired.

Roxas:I beat you with amnesia.

Riku:Sora did too.

Axel:Who’s side are you on! This is the thanks I get for trying to cheer you up? Cut me some slack.

The friends shared a good laugh teasing Axel. Even he couldn’t help but join in on it. Riku should know better than anybody just how capable Sora is.

(Wherever you are, I’m sure you’re just fine.)

xxxx

Fine was the appropriate word to describe it. If a Riku or the others used anything more positive then they surely would’ve bit their tongue. If only they could see their friend right now, dodging and struggling on a rooftop under a starry sky dome. A swarm of gigas closed in on our young hero to overwhelm him, but to avail. Sora whipped out a storm flag and slammed it on the ground to summon the watery beast of the seven seas. It’s tentacles whacked away and crushed the gigas flat. Now wasn’t a time to rest though. Yozora, his opponent, wasn’t done yet. Sora saw rapid flashes of red lock in on him and switched to the counter shield.

He hyped himself “Come on!” Spurs shouted. The first attack came from the left, then right. Four more were dead on before another six ferocious slashes came from the left. Collision after collision conjured sparks that lit up the impacts of each attack. Yozora finally thought he had an opening to stab from behind but was sorely mistaken when Sora had already pivoted already and unleashed a barrage of fists that knocked Yazora in the air. Sora leaped up to follow up with a change into the second form. “Get back here!” He pulled his opponent back in with a magnet burst then went right into an ars arcanum. Blades clashed faster than anyone could keep up with before Sora’s ferocity gave him an edge that turned into full blown hits that ended with him spiking Yozora to the ground. As he fell, Sora was shot in the back by a laser that sent him to the metal floor behind. He had no time to dodge the cross slash that connected against his chest. He watched Yozora vanish and switched right into ultimate form to do the same.

This disappearing and reappearing act made their sparks seem more like fireworks. Crackles and pops

Danced up and down the battlefield as each person kept attempting to warp for both offense and defense until Yozora got the better of Sora by trapping in an exploding prism that launched Sora sky high. Yozora finally had room to breath and could plant fis feet long enough to charge his blade. He watched his target recover mid air and unless a salvo of fireballs with double arrow guns. A good idea if it wasn’t so far away that is. “Sorry but-huh!?” A blue light washed over Sora and propelled him directly at Yozora with his attack. Yozora was quick enough to slash Sora away but decided to pull back by backflipping the fireballs; a big mistake. He had underestimated Sora’s speed. Before he could even reach the ground, Sora was already in front of him again. This time with a massive rocket propelled hammer that hit him in the direction of the fireballs. The magic projectiles curved midair to hope in on his location and blasted him right in the chin. This was bad, really bad. To think he’d have this much trouble with someone who looked so clueless moments ago. He had to switch things up and vanished again.

Sora switched to nano arms and stood perfectly still. “Three….four….” he pulled a barrier right as a glimmer of red formed into Yazora that blasted some strange wide shots from his crossbow before vanishing again. Sora turned the machines into yo-yos next and swung straight. “There!” Yozora appeared right as expected and hit dead on. Sora pulled himself to wards and shifted to his frozen blades for additional slashes.

“You’re Just full of surprises aren’t you!?” Yozora grimaced.

“Don’t Give me that look! I didn’t want to fight!” Sora went for a kick but was too slow. Yozora managed to warp behind Sora and summoned a massive red orb that started pulling everything into it.

“Let’s see how you dodge this one.” Yozora turned up the pressure and started warping as fast as possible at Sora again and again, cutting and slashing him cleanly to knock him off balance until Yozora delivered one more powerful slash across his body that sent Sora flying into the orb. He quickly up to it and glided his blade along it to trigger a massive explosion that made Sora scream. Smoke and fire filled the air for a moment. That was a move not even Yozora himself was too good at avoiding. Nobody was gonna get it right from the jump.

Finally, the battle was over. It was longer than expected but the end result was the same. “Sorry, but I don’t lose-” Another shockwave from the explosion accorded suddenly and dispersed the smoke. That’s never happened before. Yozora shielded his eyes and scanned the ground, no Sora. Just black puddles. He dared not walk closer to them when they started to increase in size until a bigger one formed near his feet and Sora hopped out with glowing eyes and drenched in darkness. “This guy…” Yozora mistakenly readied a block for the keyblade as was then punched by Sora’s free hand, throwing him off and into a world of rageful attacks he had no choice but to receive. Sora was fast, too fast. The patterns seemed random. It was impossible to know what to look out for with the addition of kicks thrown in as Sora instinctively warp in numerous spots to bat Yazora around. Any attempt to escape the loop was met with a primal roar that kept the loop going until one final monstrous attack came. Sora went right through Yozora and into the ground. Strange black orbs rose up from bigger pools of black from earlier and detonated repeatedly, leaving Yozora no room to escape.

What was once a dark night turned into blinding light as Sora once again appeared above Yozora’s falling body in a new form; and with two blades. It was hard for him to understand what happened next. All he could see was light and feel the pain it inflicted everywhere as pillars of them struck down around Sora, who remained airborne and glowing. A look of pure grit on his face as he shouted.

“I guess...my power isn’t needed after all.”

xxxx

Xion:I beat him! But...I don’t think there’s anything here that might help. Sorry Riku. I know you wanna find him as soon as possible.

Riku:Hmmm, that’s alright. *smiles* Wherever he is...I’m sure he’s doing just fine.

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts remind #xion #axel kh #roxas #saix/isa #axel/lea #kingdom hearts 3 #sora kh #yazora

[snowycrocus]

Frozen 2(!) Fanfiction “She was Enough”

Thanks to @lelitachay for the ice bros prompt! (My favorite!!) She requested Elsa not feeling like a part of the family until Kristoff comes through for her and proves she is valued as well. Written in Elsa’s perspective. Of course taking some liberties as we don’t know much about the movie yet or what’s going on. Taking place after scene below. See end for notes. 

It was inevitable, she knew. Only a matter of time.

A lot can happen in three years. She should know.

In three years, powers can grow from weak and sporadic to raging and unpredictable. The desire for conversation and hugs turns to total want of isolation.

Beloved daughter to orphan.

Princess to Queen.

But that was just her. Other people? Well, in three years, other people grow up and find love. Fall in love with that special someone, discover someone who satiates your longing, who fills the wants you’ve had all your life. Someone who is always there.

For everyone but herself, that is.

Always everyone but her.

The changes happened slowly, but after three years those little changes pile up and become big ones.

Anna spent more and more time out in the stables or off in the forest. Of course she saw that Anna missed her while she was away, but she couldn’t help but notice the warm glow and lingering smile Anna had after her extended trips out to see a certain someone.

It hurt when, just when she finally began craving touch again, Anna started to take Kristoff’s hand instead of her own.

But she would never say anything. How could she? After abandoning her sister for so long, she had no right to suddenly stake claim over her sister. It was her own fault for missing out on those years when her sister craved her company. Why, now, should she deny her sister her love for another man?

And that man himself grew less and less shy about courting her sister.

As ice master and deliverer (a title which she very cleverly invented for the man to whom she owed so much), Kristoff checked in with her quarterly with reports. The first couple of times, he would leave her with a steadily-improving bow and a ‘thank you, Your Majesty.’

That line was later replaced with a ‘do you happen to know where Princess Anna is?’

And she told him, because he deserved to know. They were good, normal people, who deserved to do normal things like fall in love and feel wanted.

And she taught Kristoff to read – explained carefully, and slowly, and patiently. She spent hours writing practice letters and lines and seeking out easier books that would be good for him.

She tried to not feel too put-out when he began practicing with Anna instead.

She was always picked last for charades (and Sven couldn’t even talk!). They asked her when she was going to start being courted, and she didn’t have an answer. Anna didn’t come to her bed at night anymore to cuddle. She had no one to hold when she had a bad dream. No one picked flowers for her or stroked her hair. Kristoff grew less impressed with her ice and more with Anna’s figure. Anna wanted to spend her birthday in a neighboring kingdom, and she couldn’t even go due to meetings the following day.

She was left behind.

She always was.

It was almost okay. She had almost accepted it.

It didn’t hurt as much, anymore.

But now, as she huddled in the smoking wreckage of trees and bushes around her, struggling to breathe and not to cry from the searing pain of the burns on her skin, Pabbie’s words came back to her.

‘We have always feared Elsa’s powers were too much for this world. Now we must hope they are enough.’

They were never enough.

She was never enough.

Well, she thought to herself as she sucked in air through her teeth and dug her fingernails into her palms from the pain, at least they’ll have each other.

That’s what she wanted most – for her sister to be happy. Her sister deserved all that and the world after what she put her through. After how she ignored her for years, made her feel unwanted and unloved. Made her go to their parents’ funeral alone, struck her twice, and actually killed her.

The salty tears that streamed down her face burned the already stinging skin on her cheeks. She coughed harshly as the smoke grew thicker.

The pain and lack of air made her head and mind fuzzy, and she startled some time later upon realizing that not only was she still alive, but that someone was very gently easing a sticky salve onto a particularly nasty burn on her leg.

The air was still thick and hazy with smoke, but she could just make out the sweaty mess of blonde hair on his head. “Kristoff?”

She began to cough again and groaned from the pain.

“Sssshhh,” He responded. “Try not to talk.” He gingerly wrapped a rag around her tended-to leg and began working on another spot on her hand.

She hissed at the probing of his fingers in the wound and ignored him. “Why are you here!? Where’s Anna?”

He rolled his eyes at her obstinacy and continued on with his work. “She’s back at the castle. Safe.” She relaxed.

“The guards are stationed just a mile away,” he said. “They couldn’t come with us here or we’d attract attention.”

She simply nods, too wracked with pain from his touch and simply too overwhelmed to respond at first.

She tries her best to bite back a scream when he suddenly lifts her into his arms like she weighs no more than his lute. It comes out a bit like a strangulated moan but no one attacks them. He loads her up onto Sven before joining her from behind to make sure she doesn’t fall off.

“Why did you…come back for me?” She manages the question after Sven’s taken a few steps and she’s gotten used to his clumpy rhythm.

“What?”

“Why did-”

He cuts her off. “No, I heard you. I just – how can you ask that? Of course I came back for you.”

“Why?” She thinks of seeing Anna back at the castle. She never thought she would see her sister again.

“Because – Elsa, how can you ask me that? Because you’re Anna’s sister and she loves you-”

Of course. Anna sent him back to get her. Anna was always looking out for her, even when her life would be so much easier without her problematic older sister.

“-and you’re my sister and I love you.”

That causes her to draw a sharp breath and Kristoff mistakenly checks her for something wrong.

“You…you do?” She asks weakly.

In the distance she can see the formation of her soldiers. Waiting to take her home. To see Anna.

“Of course I do, Elsa,” Kristoff huffs, frustrated, in her ear. “Why do you always think….nevermind. We love you. We’re not going to let anything break us apart. We’re family.”

As they approach the guards who begin to discuss how to best bring her back safely, she thinks of home. Of her family.

She was enough.

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I think I was trying to also express here that, even after three years, Elsa still doesn’t see herself as others see her; she is too anxious and hard on herself to fully believe that she is wanted and valued. Kristoff knows this to be an inherent part of her - therefore, he deals with it, but it frustrates him that Elsa can be so self-deprecating. But he loves her all the same. Hopefully in time she will come to realize just how very loved she is!! Thank you again to @lelitachay for the prompt. Thank you all for reading. Any and all comments greatly appreciated - I really would love to hear what you think and/or reactions, theories, etc.

Tagging those of you that reblogged the original ask/prompt, I hope you don’t mind, just thought you’d be interested: @jake-from-state-farm-school, @awesomemaple, @frenzy5150, @angelshizuka and @melody-fox, @molegria, @the-magic-one-is-you (I’m trying but it won’t let me tag you!), @thegeekogecko, @a-frozen-kind-of-love

#frozen #frozen 2 #elsa #kristoff #anna #ice bros #disney #frozen fanfiction #fanfiction

[ofstarsandvibranium]

In the Line of Power

Fandom: Marvel (Royalty AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by anonymous:  could you do a royal!AU where reader starts to here stories of queens getting tossed aside or divorced or kings having mistresses when their queen fails to produce a male heir and starts getting scared of King!Bucky?

“She hasn’t managed to produce an heir yet.”

“Have they been trying?”

“Didn’t you hear that Minerva walked in on them in his majesty’s study?”

“Not to mention, they don’t even try to be quiet.”

“Well, if all else fails, he’ll have to take up a mistress. And you can bet I’ll be the first on that list.” giggles erupted after Dolores’, one of your handmaidens, comment. 

Your heart fell hearing these words. Yes, it’s common for kings to take up mistresses when their queen fails to produce an heir, but you had hoped that you and Bucky would never fall into that situation. You loved each other dearly, ever since you were young teens. You don’t see Bucky ever bedding someone that wasn’t you...but if you both become desperate... 

“I won’t have you gossiping about our Highnesses anymore! Go back to your duties, you three!” you heard Peggy, the head maiden in charge of the servants in the castle. When you heard the scuffling of feet and a door closing, Peggy sighed, “You may come out now, your Highness.”

You stepped out from your hiding place behind some shelving. Your eyes filled with worry, “Do you really think Bucky would toss me to the side if I can’t bare children?”

Peggy rushed over to your side, “Of course not, my Queen. James would never. He loves you and will always remain loyal to you.”

You covered your mouth as you sobbed, “We’ve been trying for months and I still have yet to bare a child. I don’t want Bucky to have another woman’s child!” 

Her arms wrapped around you as he held you tight, softly rubbing her hands up and down your back, “There, there, my Queen. It just takes time. I’m sure you two will be able to make a child. Just have faith.”

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You sat in bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling. Bucky was asleep. Well, you thought he was until he rolled over, wrapping an arm around your stomach, “What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“Would you...Would you still want me even if I can’t give you an heir?”

Bucky sat up, staring down at you, “Of course I would. What kind of question is that?”

You looked down in shame, playing with the fraying threads of the covers, “I’ve yet to become pregnant and if it comes to the point that I can’t have any,” you paused and took a deep breath, “I know it’s common for kings to have children with women other than their wives when they can’t have children. And...I suppose, for the good of the kingdom, I will...tolerate you being with other women in order to produce a child.”

Bucky took your hand in his and lifted your chin so you could look at him, “Y/N, yes, it’s a common thing that kings do, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do it. If you can’t produce an heir, I’m okay with that. We don’t have to have a biological heir. We can always adopt children, raise them as our own like they’re our flesh and blood.”

You whimpered, leaning forward to rest your head in the crook of his neck, “I’m sorry. I just love you so much and the thought of you having a family with someone else-”

“Sssshhh. You don’t need to worry, my wonderful Queen. I’m yours. Only yours. I love you and I would never do something like that to you. But, I’m curious, what brought this on?”

“Dolores and a few other handmaidens were gossiping in the kitchens. They didn’t know I was there. They...they were saying that if I don’t produce an heir, you’ll toss me away, divorce me, or something of the like. Dolores said she’d be the first to offer herself to you.”

Bucky scowled, “That harlot has nothing compared to you, my love.” he pushed you back to look into your eyes, “I only want you. Forever. That’s why we married each other, right?”

“Right. I’m sorry again, Bucky.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, “It’s alright, love. Now, how about we try again for an heir, hm?” he wiggled his eyebrows together before launching at you, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles.

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Bucky was sat in the dining hall by himself. You weren’t feeling particularly well today and decided to stay in bed. Bucky had wanted to stay with you, attend to your health, but you wouldn’t let him. Instead, you kicked him out, making him have breakfast all by himself. 

He looked over papers as he ate. His mind not fully processing the words he was reading for he was too busy worrying about you. He heard a pitter patter of feet against the tile floor and he looked up to see you rushing towards him. He dropped the paper and stood in a rush, “Y/N? What’s happened? What’s wrong?”

You braced his arms, panting, “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s perfect, actually.”

He looked at you confusedly, “What do you mean? Why are you out of bed? Where’s Peg-”

“I’m pregnant.” 

Bucky stopped, “W-What?”

“I’ve produced an heir for you, my King,” you said excitedly.

“We’re having a baby?” he asked. When you nodded, a big smile appeared on his face. He lifted you into his arms and spun you around yelling, “WE’RE HAVING A BABY!”

When he set you down, he cupped your face and kissed your lips, “This is such wonderful news! I can’t wait to tell everyone!” he turned to the waiting servants, “You hear that, everyone? I’m going to be a father!”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #marvel #au #royalty au

[car-karaoke]

Break

Request: Maybe you could make a fluff/smut thing about me and alex h living together in an apartment and that one day he comes home and sees me studying for the 13842 time so he tries to get me to relax a bit and distract me from it because I need a break

@starlxghtss requested this lovely one. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!!

Pairings: Alex H x Reader

Warnings: language, fluff, smut

*none of these gifs are mine, all credit to owners!!*

Side note: I (unfortunately) don't know any Danish, so the Danish used in here is just from Google translate-sorry if it's wrong!! I'll mark it with an *

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"UGH!" you groaned in frustration as you looked down at your paper, slamming your fist down on the table. You had been working on your homework diligently for the better part of the day, yet you were not able to figure out how to answer this question. You glared down at the blank space on the paper with distaste. Your head was starting to hurt from stress, your eyes were getting dry and itchy, and you were in desperate need of a break. Just get through this question Y/N, then it's done, you thought to yourself

As you took a deep sigh and attempted to focus again, you heard the front door unlock and you heard Alex walk through the door. "Y/N, I'm hooooome!" He called out cheerfully. Even through the cloudy frustration of your homework, you felt yourself begin to smile as the beast inside of you mellowed. He always had that effect on you

"Hiiii hunny" you called back lazily, leaning back to stretch in your chair. Alex walked over to the corner you were studying in and took in your stressed appearance. His eyebrows furrowed and he frowned when he saw how disheveled you looked

"Y/N....min elskede*...how long have you been working on that?" He asked warily. You yawned and shrugged, not wanting to let him know the details because he would just worry

"Only a couple hours..." you lied, your voice betraying you by cracking

"So you mean like 8 hours?" He pressed, hands going to your shoulders to start rubbing. You closed your eyes and let your head roll back

"I guess so" you admitted, taking a deep sigh. Alex leaned over and pressed his lips against yours gently. His hands continued to rub your shoulders letting them rub down your arm

"Come on love" Alex whispered against your lips. "Let's go relax for awhile"

"Mmmm, I can't Alex" you groaned sadly. "I HAVE to finish this" you complained. Alex just raised his eyebrows at you and narrowed his eyes

"My love, I cannot sit here and watch you be miserable. I just can't. You need some TLC..." he whispered, softly brushing your hair out of the way and kissing your neck. You sighed contentedly at the feeling, already knowing he was going to win this battle. "You hear me?" He growled gently. "Some T", pressing a kiss at the base of your neck, "L", another kiss in the middle, "C" he finished, kissing right under your jawline. You all but melted under his touch, giving in and setting your pencil down. Alex immediately smirked in victory, grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen

"Alright, here's what we're gunna do" Alex stated, bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing it. "I'm going to draw you a nice hot bath, light your favorite candles, and turn on some nice relaxing music". You tried to bite back the smile that was appearing on your face as you shook your head. "Yes. That's what's happening" Alex said sternly. "And while you do that, I'm going to make us some dinner. Your favorite in fact!" He exclaimed excitedly, waving his finger around

"Alex, baby, you know I love you....but you don't have to do all that" you protested softly, squeezing his hand. He just leaned over the counter and kissed your forehead

"I know I don't have to. I want to. You need this" he reassured you. "Come on my love, let's go" he urged, leading you towards the bathroom

With a sigh, you lowered yourself into the tub, instantly getting goosebumps on your skin from the sensation. Alex marveled at you, his gentle expression looking you up and down. "You're so beautiful" he murmured

"Mmmm. Thank you baby" you hummed happily, leaning your head back against the neck of the tub. Alex smiled down at you and turned around to head out. You immediately missed his presence and called out to him. "Hey hunny? What if I want you to join me in here?" You asked sweetly. Alex slowly turned around with a smirk, walking back over to you

"Aww, you'd like me to join you love hmm?" He asked innocently, cocking his head to the side. Your mind immediately went to its not-so-innocent place when you thought of your man joining you in this bathtub

"Mhmmm" you hummed in response. Alex tssk'd you and shook his head playfully

"No no no, somebody's got to start making dinner" Alex reached out and smoothed your hair back before placing a kiss on your forehead. You pouted at him, making him laugh. "It's true!"

"Well...why don't you start making it then come back in here and join me?" You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him. He just smirked again in response

"How could I say no to that face?" He mumbled, giving you another kiss before heading into the kitchen for the second time. You relaxed into the bath for a little while, enjoying all the lit scented candles and the calm classical music in the background. Your mind started wandering to your wonderful man in the kitchen, wondering when he'd be coming back in. Your hands traced patterns in the soapy water until you dipped one under the water and let it fall to your core. Not wanting to rush anything, you ever so slowly rubbed circles around your nub. Almost immediately after your fingers started moving, Alex appeared back in the bathroom

"Now what are you doing my little dove?" His voice high in excitement. You bit your lip in embarrassment, quickly shuffling up in the tub

"N-nothing....I was just relaxing..." you lied. He just snickered at you and pulled his shirt over his head. Your eyes immediately scanned down his toned torso

"You like what you see baby?" He asked teasingly, slowly sliding his sweatpants off too. You nodded eagerly, scooting in the tub to make room for him. Alex slid in carefully and sat behind you, pulling you back onto his lap. You felt his erection immediately and sighed happily

"Someone's eager hmm?" You asked teasingly, grinding against him. Alex moaned in your ear, muttering a quick swear before wrapping his arms around you, one hand caressing your breast, the other dragging down your stomach to your core. You meweled happily and arched your back in response

"Look who's talking now" Alex teased in a husky voice. You were unable to form coherent thoughts at the moment, let alone a witty comeback, so you just moaned softly and gripped onto his arms for support while he continues rubbing you. As if all of his skilled fingers weren't doing enough magic, he nudged your head to the side and started sucking and kissing your neck

"Ohhh fuck Alex..." you whimpered, digging your nails into his arms. He growled lowly at the sting of your nails, the slight pain only turning him on more

"You like that baby?" He moaned in response, slowly sliding a finger inside of you at an agonizingly slow speed, curling it once it was all the way in. You just moaned in response, grinding harder against his now painfully hard erection. Alex let his tongue draw a line up your neck before sucking on the soft skin right under your ear. "You're driving me insane baby" he warned, squeezing your side. "I need to be inside of you. Now."

"Oh thank god" you groaned, feeling like you were about to explode with arousal. You carefully stood up in the tub, Alex holding onto you to make sure you don't fall over. He stepped out if the tub and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You immediately claimed his lips again as he walked you both back to the bed. Your little whimpers were echoing through the bedroom, the relaxing music from the bath still playing

"I love you so much" Alex whispered as he laid you down on the bed and crawled on top of you. You sighed deeply, looking at your man with bubbles still in his hair, eyes full of lust, and water dripping from his muscular frame and nearly lost it

"God I love you too. So much" you answered him, wrapping your arms around his body to bring him closer. You felt the tip of him right by your entrance, teasing you ever so lightly with its touch. "Aleeex. Please. Move" you begged. He grinned cockily down at you and bent his head down to capture your bottom lip in between his as he entered you. You both moaned in unison at the feeling. No matter how many times he made love to you, he always felt so big

"Holy sssshhh--ssshiiiiittt" you gasped, locking eyes with him. "You feel so good baby" your mouth hanging open in pleasure. Alex moaned loudly at that, sliding out and slamming back into you much more forcefully this time, making your eyes roll back

"Du føler dig så god** Y/N..." he managed to get out, breath uneven as he struggled not to just come right then. You raised your hips slightly, meeting his thrusts at an even deeper angle. Both of your moans grew louder and louder as the sound of wet slapping skin filled the room. Alex grabbed one of your legs and lifted it onto his shoulder, making you gasp as he slid into you at this new angle

"SHIT!" you almost yelled, taken aback by how deeply seated in you he was. Your nails dug into the skin of his back and scratched down, causing Alex to hiss, looking exactly like Ivar in that moment

"Det gør du så godt baby***" he groaned as he bit down on your shoulder, leaning down on you enough that you were unable to get a deep breath. You fucking loved it. Your eyes closed in pure bliss as he continued to slam into you. Soon after, you felt the familiar coil in your core, your walls clenching onto him

"Baby...baby I'm gunna cum" you whimpered, hanging onto him for dear life

"Mmm-mmmee too" he said shakily, releasing your leg from his shoulders and slamming into you hard. Before you knew it, your pleasure took over you and you came hard around him as he spilled into you. Both of your bodies were shaking afterwards, your panting mouths just inches apart. Alex took a deep breath and kissed you delicately before rolling over onto his back. You could barely move your legs, turning your head to look at him and his chest glistening with moisture

"That....was fucking amazing" he stated, still catching his breath. You huffed out a laugh and summoned all of your strength to roll over and curl up next to him

"Yes it sure was" you agreed, laughing at the understatement. "I think you were definitely right" you added with a smile. Alex raised his eyebrow questioningly at you

"About what hunny?" He asked curiously

"I needed a good break" you answered slyly, kissing his cheek before closing your eyes and laying your head on his shoulder. You felt his hand trace light patterns along your spine before they dipped down and grabbed your ass

"Give me a couple minutes and I'll give you another one"

*my love

** you feel so good

***you're doing so good

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Tagging my usual people that don't mind it! Love all of you!! Please comment/share, even if you don't like it, that way I can work on it!! 💕💕

@odinsravendutchess @peaceisadirtyword @ivaraddict @ivarlcthbrok @honestsycrets @meleedamage @lisinfleur @grungyblonde @laketaj24 @headedforvalhalla @forvalhallaandodin @dangerousvikings @thevikingsheaux @kissme-hs @ivarthebonelessvk @ivar-theboneless @ivarslittlebadgirl @ivarsshieldmadien @ivarswickedqueen @ivars-heathen-army @therealcalicali @nikky-the-writer @oddsnendsfanfics @angryschnauzer @vikingsbifrost @vikingsstories @vikingdrabbles @ravens-of-kattegat @lisinfleur @ivarsrideordie @justacripple @normatural @tephi101 @whisperer-of-freya @supernaturalvikingwhore @shieldmaiden25 @westcoastselkie @starlxghtss

#alex høgh andersen x reader #alex hogh andersen #alex høgh #alex hogh #alex hogh anderson

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I really wanna know what happened during the painful bath that Nanda promised Jameson a while back. Baths in whump have the potential to be so soothing and excruciating at the same time, which kinda fits Jameson’s whole character don’t you think?

CW: Pet whump, dehumanizing language, intimate whumper, dubcon touch NSFW (not explicit), implied dubcon (fade to black), referenced blood and whipping, sadistic whumper, creepy whumper, creepy comfort, drowning, talk of sui (to escape torture), implied death by drowning (unnamed oc)

r/LetsTalkTrueCrime

NEW VIDEOS of the Box Boy Killer! Never Before Seen!

•Posted by u/oshaycanyousee 14h ago

So I got a really good response to my short series on the mysterious Box Boy Serial Killer (you can find my previous write-ups here, here, and here).

Well, recently I discovered something entirely new that I think you'd enjoy getting a look at! Found among personal items belonging to Nathaniel "Nanda" Matthew Benson: a medium-sized external hard drive containing nearly 750GB of photo and video content.

The hard drive was labeled 'Personal'. Police stated there was a second hard drive labeled 'Professional', but what content was on there, if anything, has never been released.

Technically, neither has this. Someone from within the police department leaked a bunch of videos and photos at some point, and I was able to get ahold of them thanks to a friend of a friend (who shall go unnamed, don't want to tip off whatever FBI agent is watching his internet activity, haha... or is it her or their internet activity... FBI Agent will never know.)

In my writeup on Nanda Benson's life with his Boxie, I didn't have a ton of details on how they interacted with each other. Finding this trove of info definitely changed a few things on how I view their relationship.

Take a look and let me know if it makes you maybe reconsider a few details, too. FYI: This does have nudity and some spicy times! Nothing worse than you've seen on HBO or whatever, but like, fair warning.

[Embedded Video Player With Title: Bathtime With Boxie: NSFW and Yet Somehow Still Oddly Wholesome Kind Of]

The video begins with the tub already filled with water, hot enough to gently steam. It's a gigantic soaker tub, large enough for four people to easily sit without crowding, nestled alongside a window in a truly enormous, incredibly well-lit bathroom. Everything is in shades of white, which makes the person in the frame even more immediately the enter of attention.

A young man with short, shaggy brown hair and dark eyes sits in the tub. He looks up, wrinkling his nose and glancing away. Only then does a bright red mark, darkening already to a bruise become obvious on one side of his neck.

"Don't fucking tape this," He says. His voice is slightly rough-edged, as if he's been screaming, and he sounds exhausted. "That's weird. Not taping the fucking but taping the after bit."

Red welts are visible above the line of water, marking his shoulders and arms. The welts are a deep red that is nearly purple - they are surrounded by bright red irritated flesh.

"Oh, but I like you like this." The voice holding the camera is deep and amused. The camera wobbles slightly and then settles, and soon enough a second man enters the screen. It's clearly Nanda Benson himself, stark naked.

Where the Boxie is heavily bruised and beaten, Nanda himself would be spotless if he weren’t flecked with drying red spots that are clearly the pet's blood.

"Yeah, well." The pet shifts to the side as Nanda steps in, hissing softly in contentment at the sudden burst of heat when he enters the water. He settles down against a bench set in to the side of the tub, and opens his arms.

The pet moves immediately into them, without hesitating. His eyes flicker nervously back to the camera and then away again.

"Yeah, well-... yeah well what, pet?" Nanda laughs as he pulls the Boxie into his lap, toying one hand already damp from the tub over the ring at the front of his collar. "Cat got your tongue after that fun we had together?"

"Tongue's the only thing you didn't take," The pet responds, almost playfully flirtatious. "I guess you'd miss it too fucking much."

"If I took your voice, who would call me a fucking idiot before I fuck him into the ground, hm?"

The pet flushes, looking down at the water, at the slightest pink of his blood still running into it. "Sir-"

"Ssssshhhh. I like you insulting me. I like punishing you for it more." Nanda mouths at the unmarked side of the pet's neck, pulling him back-to-chest where he sits, so he's facing the camera directly again. The pet's back arches when Nanda's teeth dig in, making a soft, high-pitched whine as his head drops back onto the man's shoulder.

The camera picks up the quiet splash of water as the pet tries to move away and is pulled roughly right back, catches the refracted sight of Nanda's hands on the pet's thighs forcing them apart, each of his calves on the outside of Nanda's thighs.

"Please-... H-hurts-"

"You love it," Nanda whispers, and bites down again, right into the crook of the pet's neck where it meets his shoulder. The cry this time is wild with a mix of pain and something darker, the pet's hands moving helplessly up and back to clasp just behind Nanda's head. His back is nearly a bow, every muscle trembling with a need to escape and to hold perfectly still, both at once.

When Nanda pulls back this time, the camera picks up the blood smeared on his teeth before he runs his tongue over them. It finds the light glinting off the fresh blood welling from the new bite along the pet's shoulder.

"It's too much," The pet says, struggling to sit back up straight, turning to look at Nanda. For a moment, his shaggy damp hair and angle hides his expression from the camera's gaze.

The twist of his spine, though, shows the bloodied whiplashes making their way up his back nearly to the nape of his neck.

"It's too much," The pet repeats, in a whisper. "Please. Please, it's too fucking much, if you fuck me again I'll fucking die. Please."

"Now, pet," Nanda teases, flirts shamelessly, running his wet hands through the pet's hair. He grips on tight and forces his head back again. The profile of the pet's face shows the slight bump of a broken nose healed almost perfectly, but not quite. The gasp he makes when Nanda's free hand presses over the welts on his chest is loud enough for the camera to catch. "You know you don't get to say when it's too much."

"You'll f-fucking kill me," The pet protests, voice tight from the angle forcing his collar to dig painfully into his throat. "Please, I... everything hurts so much..."

"You love the pain." Nanda's eyes look up to meet the camera before a more sinister smile finds its way across his face. "I know what you can take better than you do, pet, and I think you can handle one more. Sssshhh, here we go. There..." Nanda exhales softly as the two of them shift in the tub, the pet making a soft pained sound, his hips rolling as he is worked slowly down into position.

Then Nanda chuckles and slides his entire arm over the welts marking the pet's torso, holding him tightly in place. "Now take a deep breath."

"Wh-what?" The pet's eyes widen, comprehension coming a half-second too late. "Wait, don't-"

Nanda's hand gripped into the pet's hair plunges him forwards, bent at the waist, forcing the Box Boy's head suddenly under the water. The pet struggles desperate trying to get his head back up to breathe. Nanda grunts in a rhythm as his hips snap up and down again. He groans, "So fucking tight, goddamn I love you, you fucking slut for me-"

[/END VIDEO]

The video cuts off there, but my friend tells me the rest of it is basically the kind of stuff you have to pay a monthly fee for everywhere else on the internet.

But there's another video, from way later, that I find a really interesting contrast and comparison. Same friend got me this one. It involves Robert, whose write-up you can see right here.

[EMBEDDED VIDEO: Titled Holy Shit, No Wonder He Killed Him]

The screen is black for a few seconds, with the sound of someone taking the cap off a camera before things come into blurry view and then slowly into focus.

The bathroom in this video is tiny. It's barely large enough for everything in it, and a person sitting on the toilet will damn near bash their knees into the side of the bathtub. The grout in the tile floor is dark with old stains, and the tile itself needs either serious scrubbing or an exorcism.

Sitting naked in the bathtub is a young man with long blond hair that hangs in filthy, dirty clumps down to his shoulders. His face is streaked with mud and worse, and he has a black eye that has nearly swelled his left eye shut entirely. His hands are bound with rope stained brown with dried blood, held up in front of him.

His one good eye, maybe blue, follows with a kind of resigned terror the person behind the camera.

He sits in water up to his waist, but by the way he is shivering, it's clear that the water is not even warm, let alone hot. Further bruises mark his ribcage and his legs. One leg juts out in front, and something about it seems like it might be broken.

The camera is handheld, panning slowly from the young man's torn and lacerated heels and feet through his bruised leg - one swollen - and then back up to his face.

"Tell me your name." The voice is Robert Weber's.

The young man's mouth twists in a snarl that fades as quickly as it came and he looks away, to the side of the tub marked with deep soap scum. When Robert's house is searched, there are scratches in the tub as though someone had clawed that deeply into the sides in an attempt to escape. "It's..." The young man inhales, winces at the pain. "It's twe-... Twenty-One. M-My name is... Twenty-One."

"Good. And-... what did we practice saying next?"

The man's jaw trembles visibly onscreen. Then he says, flat and numb, "My name is Twenty-One and I have... two weeks to l-live."

"Perfect. Now I promised you a good scrubbing if you played along downstairs-" The young man flinches, closing his good eye and curling up in the tub as best he can. "-and I will keep that promise." There's a pause, jostling as the camera is slotted into a tripod to continue filming. Then, Robert's voice is suddenly deafening. "Dog! Get the fuck in here!"

The door opens with the creak of hinges deeply in need of oiling, and then the Boxie moves into view. He's skinny, malnourished and underfed, and his hair is roughly cut short in uneven hunks. He has bald spots worn in by the muzzle that is buckled over his mouth, making his breathing an audible rasp. He glares with unhidden hatred.

"Give Twenty-One a bath," Robert says, and his hand moves into view as he pats the Boxie on the head. The Boxie flinches but then forces himself to hold still, closing his eyes as the pat turns into prolonged petting. His muzzle is unbuckled and then removed. Robert's fingers drift over his bald spots, play along the red marks pressed into his skin by the muzzle, move over a scar cut into one side of his mouth that wasn't there in the video with Nanda.

The Boxie is naked but for an old dog collar around his neck.

Robert hums, disappears entirely from view. The door opens and closes again. The sound of a lock clicks.

The Boxie looks at the young man in the bathtub, who doesn't look up. "Fuck this shit," The Boxie mumbles, but he moves - dragging one of his legs a little, and there are ropes tied around his ankles that ensure he can do little more than shuffle - and finally kneels next to the tub. "Are you going to be a shit?"

The young man looks at him with surprise. "You... I've never heard you talk before," He whispers, looking fearfully to the side towards the door.

"You've never seen me without the fucking muzzle before, either," The pet replies. His voice is far rougher than the first video, suggesting long-term damage to his vocal chords. "I asked you something. Are you going to fight me and be a shit about this or no?"

The young man hesitates, then shakes his head. "I couldn't fight if I wanted to anymore," He says, like a man confessing a sin. "It all hurts too much. You know? I had a girlfriend-"

"Stop it." The pet cuts him off and leans over, picking up a stiff washcloth and soaking it in the water until it's soft enough to use again, running it over the young man's shoulders. For all the edge of meanness in his voice, the pet's touch is clearly gentle. "You're going to fucking die here, better if you don't talk about stuff that gets you fucked up first. Forget her."

The young man leans over to give easier access to his back. The soft whimpers he makes show that there must be some grievous injuries back there that the camera can't see. "I-I know I will. Die, I mean. Do I really have-... is it really two weeks?"

"Yeah." The pet takes a bar of soap and runs it over his own hands, rubbing them together to work up a lather. The soap found in Robert Weber's house after his death is Irish Spring and Dove - it is believed he used different soap for different captives according to his own odd whims. "He's put little heart shapes on a calendar he marks off. He'll hurt you a little worse every fucking day and then make you beg for him to end it."

The young man slowly nods, looking at his bound wrists. There's a soft sniff, but he seems too tired for tears. "There's no chance of getting away, is there."

It's not really a question.

The pet answers anyway.

"You're the twenty-first, and none of the others have. What do you think?"

"I-I can't do this."

"You have to." The pet gets a red Solo cup sitting on the side of the tub, fills it with water, and pours it down the young man's back. He hisses and cries out softly in pain. "He doesn't exactly ask your goddamn preferences."

"Help me escape," The young man pleads. "Help me get out of here."

"I'm fucking hobbled," the pet snaps. "He'll be on us both before we even made it out of the hallway. You think I'm fucking stupid? I'm the only one who might not die if I stay good. Come on, lean forward so I can wash your hair."

The young man moves to obey, hands disappearing beneath the filthy bathwater, and then he turns, looking over his shoulder. He and the pet share a long, silent moment. Then he leans over far enough to put his mouth nearly to the pet's ear and whispers something so low that the camera doesn't pick up the words.

The pet inhales sharply.

He looks at the door, and then back to the young man.

"Are you sure?" He asks, and the edge is totally gone from his voice, now.

The young man nods, slowly. "Please," he says, a little louder. "If I have to-... please. Not him. I-I know you'll get punished, but... please. God, please, just this one thing." His hands come back up to grip onto the pet's hand where it lays along the side of the tub.

The young man leans forwards, and his forehead gently rests against the pet's. They are silent for a long moment.

"Please, don't let him be the one to kill me," The young man says. "I know I'm g-going to die, but... let me take that a-... away from him. Please. God, I don't even know your name, but-... please."

The pet swallows, then nods, tipping his head back to press a kiss to the young man's forehead. "I don't have a name. What's your name? I'll remember it. Your real name."

The young man's throat bobs and he whispers into the pet's ear again.

He sits back up, leaning over until some of his long hair falls into the water. "I'm-... I'm ready."

The pet takes a deep, deep breath, moves up to kneeling with his thighs vertical, lays both hands on the back of the young man's head, and says, "I hope it's better, wherever you go."

Then he pushes the young man's head underneath the water.

[/END VIDEO]

According to my friend, there's more to that video as well, but obviously it's been cut to take out the end of the poor guy. Now, my friend swears up and down the pet is crying at the end of the video, that he can see tears, but I'm not sure.

That doesn't really line up with the pet killing people before this, you know?

But one thing it does prove is that the Boxie knows the name of one of the unidentified victims. If he could be found, we could give that man back his name and get his family the closure they deserve.

I know some of you argued with me last time that the Boxie is clearly a VICTIM and not a PERPETRATOR, and I definitely admit this second video maybe suggests you're on to something there.

But I still think we have a Boxie killer on our hands here - I just think maybe I was wrong about why he's killing them at all.

I guess we'll find out if he kills again.

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@astrobly @finder-of-rings @whump-tr0pes @raigash @eatyourdamnpears @orchidscript @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @boxboysandotherwhump @outofangband @whumptywhumpdump @thehopelessopus @downriver914 @justabitofwhump @butwhatifyouwrite @newandfiguringitout @yet-another-heathen @nonsensical-whump @oops-its-whump @endless-whump @cubeswhump @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @whumpiary @burtlederp

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#whump #jameson bb #nanda #robert #epistolary writing #epistolary #epistolary fiction #drowning tw #jameson's masochism #masochism tw #overstimulation #referenced whipping #bruises tw #blood tw #pet whump #multiple whumpees #character death tw #unnamed oc death #death by drowning #filmed torture #recorded torture #recorded whump #defiant whumpee #angry whumpee #sadistic whumper #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #bbu #box boy universe #box boy

[sgtbuckyybarnes]

“He got me flowers.” Brava pls

“Ssshhh,” Ava said, feeling around the darkened room in an attempt to find her buzzing phone “Sssshhh!”

“No matter how much you shush it love it isn’t going to be quiet,” Kol grumbled, letting out a yelp as she climbed over him in an attempt to locate her phone “Please, don’t mind me, it’s not like I was asleep or anything.”

She sent him a glare before celebrating beneath her breath as her fingers curled around her buzzing iPhone. Her eyes narrowed to blurred slits as the bright screen made her jump “B? Is everything okay?” she asked, her tone thick with sleep “Hang on, it’s a really bad line,” she continued, widening her eyes down to the protesting Kol “And your best friend is complaining about being woken up because he doesn’t care about you as much as I do,” she said, dodging away from the pillow Kol was chucking in her direction with a squeal of a laugh.

“Aves...Ava are you there?”

“I’m here, I’m here,” she said rubbing at her eyes as she stepped outside of the bungalow she and Kol were renting. The Australian night was still warm as she padded across the patio and dropped into one of the garden chairs, draping her legs over the arm and crossing them at her ankles “What’s up?”

“I forgot it’s the middle of the night over there, I’m sorry!”

Ava waved her off “It’s fine, it’s not like I need sleep,” she said at the same time as she tried to stop herself from yawning “Is there anything wrong?”

“He got me flowers.”

A beat of silence passed by them, Ava’s lips parting as though she was about to speak but couldn’t think of what to say “I...who?”

Briar sighed loudly and Ava could just picture her running her fingers through her hair as she paced her living room “Ric! Ric bought be flowers. Like randomly. Out of nowhere.”

“Oh...no…” Ava answered with a frown “That’s...that’s just awful B.”

“You don’t get it.”

“I do,” Ava assured her, shuffling in her seat so she was sitting properly “It’s going to be weird, accepting normal gifts like flowers when you’re used to Klaus...who probably thought a human heart was the height of romantic gestures...but Ric, Ric’s just trying to be nice.”

“I know,” Briar groaned, followed by the sound of glass against glass.

“You can tell you spent time with the Salvatores and the Mikaelsons,” Ava chuckled “Is that bourbon I hear being poured?”

“Oh shush,” Briar answered, pausing to obviously take a sip of her drink “You’re supposed to be helping me.”

“I’m trying!” Ava defended herself “I just don’t know what to say...it’s a nice gesture, accept them and make sure you say thank you!”

Briar’s eye roll was practically audible “Okay mom,” she said with a sigh “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Well, if you place them in water just make sure they-”

“Ava!”

“Okay, okay I’m sorry,” she said, rubbing at her eye once more and suppressing yet another yawn “It’s bound to be weird B! Ric’s...he’s a good guy and the two of you get along. If you’re not ready for flowers and dinner you need to tell him, he’ll understand...but if you are go for it. Be happy. The reason he did what he did was so you and Hope could be happy and he would expect you to do everything in your power to be just that. Even if that meant dating a man twice your age.”

Briar let out an emotion filled laugh as Ava shoehorned that last comment in “You know Klaus was much older than that.”

“He was never your history teacher though.”

“Actually…”

“Details!” Ava cut in before Briar could prove her wrong “Really though B. Please do what makes you happy.”

“I will,” Briar promised “Thanks Aves, really...I’m sorry I woke you.”

“No bother,” Ava shrugged as she pushed herself back up onto her feet “I’ll call you back when I figure out when a good time will be,” she said as she made her way back toward the house “We’ll talk it through properly...just, just stop freaking out right now okay? Say thank you to the guy, tell him he’s not to expect anything in return.”

“Ava.”

“I’m kidding!...kind of,” she said as she stepped back into the kitchen “Now let me sleep. I love you!”

“You too.”

She finally let her yawn loose as she clambered back into bed beside Kol, resting her head on his shoulder and smiling as his arms automatically closed around her “Just B,” she said in a whisper “She’s fine, Ric bought her flowers so she freaked out a little.”

“I’m sorry,” Kol said suddenly sitting up and flicking the bedside lamp on “Who did what now?”

#isaaclahys #answered #Brava #I got lazy with the manip sorry D: #fic: Always and Forever #my giiiiiiiirls

[son-of-drogo]

Tried my hand at script writing. What do you think of Episode 2 of Mattimeo?

Int. Gatehouse-day

Matthias the Warrior stands South his back to the empty fireplace. Her is a sturdy mouse, about 28-30 seasons old. Although the table is set for breakfast, the food is untouched. Matthias is not relishing facing his wayward son.

A knock is heard, the camera pans to the door.

Matthias (O.S)

Come in, please.

Formole, a greying mole enters, nodding to Matthias and smiling until his beady eyes almost disappear.

Formole

Gudd morn to you'm, Mattwise, yurr. Uz moles diggin a cooker pit t'day. May'aps you'ud loik to 'elp?

Matthias

(Smiles fondly and pats his friend's back)

Thank you for the offer, Foremole. Unfortunately I have other more serious business to attend this morning. (There is a thump in the next room. Matthias's ear twitches) Hmm, that sounds like it in the next room, just getting out of bed. Will you excuse me?

Foremole

(Chuckles and shakes his head)

Hurr hurr, ee be a roight laddo, yurr Mattee. Doant wack 'im too 'ard now. (Exits)

Mattimeo

(Appears looking touseled and apprehensive)

Matthias

(Beckoning to his son)

Come on, Mattimeo.

Mattimeo glances hungrily at the breakfast table, but his attention quickly turns to his father.

Matthias

(Sternly)

Well, what have you got to say for yourself?

Mattimeo

(Mumbled)

M'sorry.

Matthias

(Crosses his arms)

I should hope so.

Mattimeo

(Mumbles a bit louder)

M'very sorry.

Matthias

Foremole says I should wack you. What do you think?

Mattimeo

M'very very sorry. 't won't happen again, Dad.

Matthias

(Shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose, but lays a paw on his son's shoulder)

Matti, why do you do these things? You hurt us and got your friends into trouble. Why?

Matti

(Is unsure about what answer his father wants)

Matthias

(Watches his rebellious son for a moment before turning to take down a magnificent sword from above the fireplace. He offers it to his son)

Here Matti, see if you can wield it yet.

Matti

(Takes the sword with trembling paws and shining eyes. He tries to swing it twice, but he stumbles, pulled down to the floor by its weight.)

I can nearly swing it Father.

Matthias takes the sword and begins to perform what almost looks like a dance. Snicking the stalk from an Apple, slicing the bread without touching the table, carelessly flicking the rind off a wedge of cheese. He brought the sword up on a warrior's salute before bringing the blade to rest, point quivering, in the floor.

Mattimeo looks at his father with admiration.

Matthias

One day you will take my place, son. You will grow big and strong, and I will train you to use the sword like a real warrior. But it is only a sword. It will not make you a warrior just because you carry it. Weapons may be carried by those who are evil, dishonest, violent, or lazy. A true warrior is good, gentle, and honest. His bravery comes from within; he learns to conquer his fears and misdeeds. Do you understand?

Matti

(Nods)

Matthias

(Grows stern)

Good, I am glad you do. I will not wack you. I have never laid a paw on you and I don't plan on starting. However, you attacked Vitch and I will not have my son fighting. At first I thought I should not allow you to attend the feast...

Shock and disbelief crosses the young mouse's features.

Matthias

But I have decided that you may go, if you go straight to the kitchens. You must ask Friar Hugo to give you double the tasks he have Vitch. When you have finished, go and help your mother pick flowers until she says you are free. Understood?

Mattimeo it's shocked. He's never before been asked or ordered to perform any tasks.

Matthias watches his son's reaction, testing to see if he will show character or behave like a spoiled brat.

Matti

I will do as you have asked, Dad.

Matthias

(Clapping him on the back)

Good lad! That's the mark of a warrior in training, obedience. Off you go now!

Int. Great Hall- Day

Morning sunlight lances through the high Windows, light falls in soft pink relief to the floor of Great Hall. Mattimeo passes under a beam of light and the camera pans to follow him. As he passes the Tapestry of Martin the Warrior he stops abruptly. He turns, checking to see if someone is following him. There is no one.

CLOSE UP ON THE PICTURE OF MARTIN THE WARRIOR

Matti

(Draws close to the portrait)

I could feel you watching me, Martin. I'm on my way to do penance in the kitchens, you probably know that. I didn't mean to disobey my parents, but I had to fight Vitch because he said things about my dad. I couldn't allow him to insult my family. My dad wouldn't have punished me if he knew, but he's my dad. I can't explain things to him properly. You're different, Martin, you understand.

Martin's expression doesn't change.

Matti

(Shuffles his paws)

Sometimes you're just like Dad. Look, I'm sorry, I'll try to be a better mouse. I promise not to get in trouble anymore.

Mattimeo shuffles sulkily to the kitchens muttering.

Matti

I wish there was another Great War, I'd slow them. Huh! They'd be glad I could fight then. I wouldn't be sent off to scour pots then. They'd probably have to give me a medal or something.

The camera returns to Martin and his smile seems gentler. He seems to be watching the retreating figure of the young mouse.

Int. Kitchens-day

Friar Hugo is the fattest mouse on Redwall Abbey. He wears a white apron over his habit and always carries a dockleaf in his tail, which he used to fan himself, Rub on a scorched paw, or use as a visor to peer down into bubbling pots.

Matti waits for orders.

Hugo

(Checking the lists)

Hmm, let me see, that's six large raspberry seed cakes. We need four more. Brother Sedge, take that pot of cream off before it boils over! Sister Agnes, chop those onions and add the herbs to the woodland stew. Er, what's this? Ten flagons of strawberry cordial? We need twice as many. Nip down to the cellars, young Matti and fill more flagons. Have Ambrose Spike let you in.

Matti Is glad to be out of the hustle and bustle of the kitchens. He salutes the fat friar and runs of, dodging between the kitchen workers.

Int. Cellars-Day

Ambrose Spike is blowing foam from a bowl of October ale when Mattimeo comes up on him.

Matti

'Scuse me, please Friar Hugo sent me t-

The old hedgehog choked and sneezed as he whirled around.

Ambrose

(Rubbing at his snout)

Don't sneak up on me like that, lad. Hold still a moment will you.

(Drains the bowl and smacks his lips)

Harr, wunnerful! Though I do say it meself, no creature brews October ale like the Spike family. Now what can I do for you, mousey?

Matti

Friar says I've got to fill more flagons of strawberry cordial sir.

Ambrose

(Points down the hall)

Oh, right barrels are in the next section. The ones marked pink, flagons are against the wall as y' go in. Don't disturb the elderberry or Blackcurrant wine or they'll go cloudy.

The camera follows Matti. As he is waking info the next section he is hailed.

Tim

Psst, Matt, sssshhh, over here!

The twin churcmice, Tim and Tess, and Sam Squirrel are longing by the barrels of strawberry cordial.

Matti

(Tip toes over)

What are you doing down here?

Tess

(Stifles a giggle)

We slipped past Ambrose while he was dozing. Come and have some cold strawberry cordial, it's scrummy.

They prise a bung from the barrel and use hollow reeds to drink the sparkling juice.

Tess passes Matti a straw and he joins them.

Some time later Ambrose passes by to see the four youngsters filling the flagons.

Ambrose

(To himself)

Hmm. S' funny, there was only one of 'em here before.

Int. Kitchens-Day

The kitchen staff are working flat out now in preparation for the feast.

Hugo

(Fanning himself)

You there, Billum, can you dig me a nice neat tunnel through the middle of that big marrow?

Billum

Hurr, gaffer, oi serpintly can. Pervidin' oi can eat it as oi goes along.

Hugo

Righto, carry on. Oh there you are young Matti. Take your friends along to the larder. I want two small white cheeses flavored with sage, two large red cheeses with beechnut and rosemary, and one of the extra large yellow cheeses with acorn and apple bits. Be very careful how you roll the extra large yellow; don't go knocking anyone down or breaking furniture.

All four together

(Dash off whooping)

Hooray, we're going to roll cheeses!

Abbot Mordalfus, normally a dignified creature, appeared from behind a large cake, his whiskers festooned with cream and candied peel.

Hugo

(Dusting off his friend's face with the dockleaf)

Ha, there you are Alf. Well, how's the special Redwall Abbot's Cake coming along?

Mordalfus

(Chewing on some candied peel thoughtfully)

Very well, thank you Hugo. Though I still suspect it lacks something. What do you think?

Hugo

(Dips his dock leaf in the mixture and tastes it)

Hmm, I see what you mean, Alf. If I were you, I'd put some redcurrant jelly in to make it look more like an Abbot's Cake. Doesn't hurt to cheat a little. After all you're only going by Abbot Saxtus's recipe, and that's a matter of taste. Yes, put more redcurrant in and we'll name it Redcurrantwall Abbot Alf Cake.

Mordalfus

(Dusting flour off his paws, smiling proudly)

What a good idea. Hi there Matthias, where are you off to?

Matthias

(Carries two fishing lines and bait, he dodges a pair of moles pushing a trollyful of streaming muffins, calling across to Mordalfus)

Don't you remember, Abbot, we were supposed to be going fishing in the Abbey pond for our annual centerpiece?

Mordalfus

(Clapping a paw to his brow)

Goodness me, so I have. I'll be right with you Matthias.

Matthias

(Looks around the kitchen)

Friar Hugo, have you seen my son?

Hugo

(Chuckling)

Indeed I have, Matthias. The young feller's been a great help. Haha, I've sent him and his pals to roll cheeses out. That'll keep them busy. Constance is the only one strong enough to deal with the big yellow cheese that I've told them to roll out. Hahaha I'd love to see how they do that.

Matthias

Didn't laugh too soon, Basil Stag Hare had just arrived. I just let him in the main gate. He says he's been on a long patrol and hasn't had a decent meal in three sunrises. Oh, and he said to tell you he's appointed himself official sampler.

Matthias and the Abbot flee the kitchens as Hugo puffs up with indignation.

Hugo

(Outraged)

What? Never! I'm not having that retired regimental glutton feeding his face in my kitchens. Oh no! Why the skinny great windbag, he'll eat us out of store and larder before sunset! Oh my nerves I don't think I'll be able to stand it!

Ext. Abbey grounds

Cornflower and Mrs. Churchmou

#mattimeo #Redwall

[yg-got7scenarios]

Infinity Part 15

**GIF NOT MINE

Mini-Masterlist

Characters:  Mark Tuan (GOT7), You (Reader/OC), Park Jinyoung (GOT7), GOT7 members, Mark’s parents, Marika (Your friend), and other surprise characters

Genre:  Slow Build, Mainly Angst, Minor Fluff, Smut (on previous and future chapters)

Warning/s:  Heavy Angst, like Angst almost 90% of this chapter – more revelations and all those shit

Length:     3,959 words

Plot:  You have always believed the line from your favorite book that some infinities are larger or smaller than other infinities. You always wonder if you even have an infinity that you get to spend with someone or you will be forever alone?

A/N: I AM TRYING TO FINISH THIS STORY ASAP BUT PLEASE DON’T TRUST ME TOO MUCH HAHAHA.

A few days after Junhyung had witnessed his wife crying over her lost daughter for the nth time for the last 10 years, he had went to visit the orphanage in Busan where his wife’s daughter was handed over after she left (Y/C/O).  He went straight to a friend of his who works in the orphanage and sat down in front of his desk.

“Do you have the information that I need, Seungri?” He asks straight forwardly and the usually bubbly demeanor of the younger man dipped at the tone in his friend’s voice before he shakes his head.

“I do not know what’s with this girl but everyone who seems to know her likes to avoid her at one way or another.”  Seungri blurts out before handing over the folder to his previous boss.  Junhyung’s eyebrows furrowed further with the younger’s statement.

“What are you talking about?  What do you mean exactly by that?”  He asks with pure curiosity and the younger just tips his head back before leaning against his chair.

“Look, you haven’t reached out to me in a while and you wanted to get that girl’s information and you cannot provide me any reason at all.  If you didn’t lend me money for my Ramen business a year ago I couldn’t have done this, but I do owe you a lot, hyung…”

“And her sponsor, who was so in love with her and almost as if she was her long lost mother, do not even want to let herself known – even though ______ already left the orphanage years ago, and it is OK for her to come out already…”

“The sponsor was the one who saved and took care of ______ while she was in (Y/C/O), along with her eldest son… but I think her husband should not know about all of this so she kept it a secret… even after 10 years…” Junhyung nods in understanding and he felt even more rueful of his wrongdoings… His wife’s daughter really had suffered a lot.

“I feel slightly bad for the kid; she was a kind little girl, very intelligent, and she is so good at what she does…”  Seungri heaves out a sigh and Junhyung wanted to smile because she reminds him of someone really close to his heart.

His wife.

“C-can you share who her sponsor was?”

“It’s in that document you’re holding, hyung. Everything that you need is there…” He whines and Junhyung stares at the folder in front of him.

“I do not know what you want from that girl hyung, and I respect that you do not want to share, but I hope it’s not something bad?” He says and Junhyung almost growls.

“What are you talking about?  I am not a criminal; you should have known better.”  He says and Seungri nods, though Junhyung is sure he is not totally convinced since the look that the younger is throwing him is still doubtful; but he doesn’t mind.  He doesn’t need to know anything.

“I will take our whole company to Aori ramen this weekend – keep it reserved for us.”  Junhyung says and Seungri smiles widely.

“Can you take them to Monkey Museum too?” Junhyung just scoffed at that before he waves his younger friend off, making an escape towards the exit of the orphanage.

“______?”  The woman repeated your name and you let out the breath that you didn’t know you’ve been holding since you’ve met eyes with the older woman in front of you. Jinyoung stood next to you, shifting his gaze between you and the other lady across you from time to time. 

“______, do you know her?”  Jinyoung places a hand on your shoulder and you flinched by instinct; before dropping your hands to your sides.  Jinyoung’s eyes widened when he saw tears flowing from your eyes.  He was about to ask what’s wrong or to hug you but–

“M-Mrs. Tuan?”  You cried out silently and the older lady nods frantically, putting her hands on her mouth and she started crying as well.

“”Y-yes, dear… It’s me.”  You just stared at her for a few minutes and before you can even register what’s happening, Dorine closed the distance between the two of you and enclosed you in a tight embrace before sobbing heavily, leaning her chin against your shoulder and burying her face on your hair.  You cannot help but wrap your hands tightly around the woman whom you thought will never see ever again – automatically burying your face against the crook of her neck to try muffling your cries of happiness.

Dorine pulls away for a few minutes and she cradles your face between her soft hands before wiping your tears gently, letting out a chuckle because you just cried out harder and louder with the sweet gesture.

“Sssshhh, it’s okay, honey…”  She kisses your forehead and you let out a few breaths before trying to calm yourself down from how hard you’ve been crying.

What is Mark’s mother doing here?  And how did she find you?  Moreover, how did she know you?  Does that mean that she remembers you?

“You might be surprised as to why I am here… I know that you have a lot of questions, ______, and I am here to answer everything…” Dorine rans her hand through your hair while she continues to wipe your tears that seem to be flowing from your eyes non-stop.

“Also, there is something that I need you to know…” She continues.  Jinyoung now looks at the woman questioningly before looking back at you.

Before you can even get to respond, you heard a slight cough next to you and that’s when you realized that you and Mark’s mom are actually not alone.  You quickly remembered that Jinyoung is actually with you.  You glanced up at him and he looks confused, but not upset.  Jinyoung is aware of some of the details of your past, though you were not sure if you were able to bring the Tuans up.  You felt slightly guilty that you need to ditch Jinyoung after weeks of him mostly keeping his thoughts of taking you out for dinner to himself.

“J-Jinyoung, this is Mrs. Tuan – she was the woman who helped me… back then… in (Y/C/O).”  You said softly when your cries finally died down. Jinyoung bowed in front of Dorine before extending his hand for a shake, which the other took willingly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Tuan, I’m Jinyoung, ______’s friend.  Thank you for taking care of her back then, you are too kind.”  His demeanor is always so lovely and Dorine cannot help but smile widely at the young man.

“Likewise, Jinyoung-ssi.  It’s a pleasure.”  Dorine pulls her hand away before the two of them bowed at each other.  You gaped at your ex-boyfriend before reaching out to grab his arm; giving it a light squeeze.

“Can you excuse us for a minute, Mrs. Tuan?”  You look up to the older lady in front of you and she nodded quickly, backing a few steps away from where you are and you circled around to stand in front of Jinyoung after shutting the door of the passenger seat gently.

“I’m sorry – Jinyoung-ah –“

“It’s okay, ______.  W-we can just have dinner some other time.  It looks like… you two have lots to catch up on.  I can wait.  Call me if you need anything, okay?”  He smiles and you nodded.  He reached out to pat your head slightly before pressing a quick kiss on your forehead. He walks around the car but not after leaving another bow towards Dorine.  You stepped aside when he started the engine, then he droves off of the road.

You felt a warm hand around your wrist and you turn around to meet the same loving, caring eyes of the woman whom you’ve been longing to see – apart from your Mom.

“Shall we, ______?”

Mark knows that he might be risking a whole lot of things with what he’s about to do; but there is no stopping him now.  He hopes that his Mom and Dad would understand where he was coming from, if ever there is a need for them to argue about seeing you again.

However, when he was just a few blocks away from his parent’s house, his heart started to stammer out of his chest, like a fish out of water.  He suddenly became nervous of what is about to happened.  He is about to tell his parents that he doesn’t care about what they say or if they are against you or anything; meaning that there is a huge chance that he might argue with his Dad, or his Mom, or maybe both.  Or maybe not at all.

He took a huge breath before stepping out of his vehicle, surprised when he saw his watch; it took him only half the time to get at his parent’s house.  He might have a couple of speeding tickets in his mail but that doesn’t matter right now.

Mark rings the doorbell once – twice, before the familiar sound of the door knob opening making him release the breath that seemed to be clogged on his throat since he pressed on the tiny button next to the door frame.

“Mark?”  His mother was shocked by the sudden appearance of his eldest son on their front door, but still opened the door widely before gesturing for Mark to enter the house.  Mark did step inside, and by the time he has his arms wrapped around his mother’s shoulders, the dam finally broke and Mark sobbed incessantly; not caring if he looks weak and vulnerable right now.

Dorine was stunned by her son’s actions, didn’t exactly know what’s causing this pain to her eldest son.  As Mark continues to sob against his mother’s chest, his mother just held him tight, rubbing his back and nape with her warm hands while muttering sweet nothings in Mandarin against his ear to try and calm him down, but it seemed to make his cries harder and louder.

“Honey… Mama is here… I got you… Shhh…”  Dorine’s heart is breaking for her beloved son. Whatever or whoever is making his son cry this hard surely hurt his son so much.  She had never seen him like this, not even when he almost broke his ankle during that soccer game back in middle school in the States, which led him to not participate in the intramurals.  It wasn’t even when he was bullied by a few students at school when they went to Korea for the first time because he doesn’t know how to speak Korean.  She knows her son mostly keep everything to himself, no matter how sad, disappointed, or hurt he is – so seeing him like this, running to her arms in the middle of the night, she knows that this is something serious.

“I – I can’t – Mom…”  Mark managed to blurt out in between whimpers.  “I – I love her… But she hates me… B-because of what I did…”

I love her…. But she hates me because of what I did…

Could it be that he is talking about...

Mark suddenly pulled away before wiping his tears away with the sleeve of his hoodie; directing his gaze towards his Mom’s confused eyes.

“W-what do you mean… Mark… Are you talking abou–“

“______, yes, Mom.  ______.  I love her. B-but because of what you told me last week… I avoided her when she was trying to reach out to me… I pushed her away… and I almost got her in trouble… Now she hates me with her life and she might be back with her ex…”  Mark lets out another shuddering cry before running his hands through his hair before tugging on it, keeping his head in place as he stares at the ground, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, nibbling on the skin so hardly he is wondering why blood hasn’t come out of it yet.

“I – I don’t want to blame you, or Dad, for that matter, but Mom, I can’t help it.  I’m sorry. Why do you have to be against it? Why do you have to lie to Dad about ______?  Are you only worried about him and my sisters?  Joey?  How about me? Do you not care about what I feel? Mom, you know I love her, since that day I saw her by the river.  No wonder why you never agreed to us visiting her because she is not there anymore and she was just 3 fucking hours away from me.”  Mark cannot help but raise his voice and slamming the door behind him, the sound echoing through the entire house; breaking the eerie silence surrounding the mother and her beloved son.

Dorine just looked at her son’s weak state and she felt her heart breaking into small pieces.  She knows that her son is not rude and he is a kind-hearted person and is a good son, but the confession that the two of them had talked about more than a week ago and whatever he had done to you that made you mad at him seemed to have taken its toll on her son’s patience.  She cannot be mad at him, she knows she was at fault at so many things. She started tearing up when she saw her son’s slouched form in front of her, both of his hands on top of his nape, feeling guiltier and guiltier by the second.

When a loud sob left Dorine’s lips, something clicked inside Mark’s head and he mentally cursed himself.  Did he just yell at his mother?

Damn. I am so, so, so stupid. Fuck.

“Mom?”  Mark managed to gather his wits and he looks up to his crying mother; standing up from where he was slouching on the carpeted floor.

“I’m sorry...”  He takes a few steps forward before gently grabbing his Mom’s face, kissing her cheek before resting his forehead against hers.

“I didn’t mean to say those words at you, Mom… I love you… Oh God why am I so stupid I shouldn’t have let my emotions take over me Mom I am so sorry please forgive m–“

“Mark…”  Dorine holds his son’s wrists, kissing the insides of it and Mark felt even guiltier.

“Do not say sorry; I was the one who caused you this pain, son… You have the right to be disappointed at your mother–“

“No no no no, Mom – no – I don’t have any right to say those things –“

“I’m sorry, Mark.  I’m sorry.”  Dorine hugged Mark tightly and Mark returned the gesture with glee.

“I’m sorry too, Mom…”  Mark finally stopped crying and he just relished the feeling of his Mom’s embrace.  Eventually, both of their cries died down and his Mom told Mark to sit on the couch while she makes some tea.  When Dorine comes back, she is holding two mugs of steaming tea, handing one to his son before sitting next to him.

“Is Dad here?”  He asked after blowing on the steam on his tea.

“No – but he will be back tomorrow.”  Dorine responded and Mark nods; thinking of what else to say after the outburst that he had made earlier.  Dorine sensed that her son is still uneasy so she laid a hand on top of his – the one that’s resting on top of his thigh.

“What happened to you and ______, Mark?”  Mark takes a sip of his tea and he felt the warm liquid gush down his throat, the warmth spreading through his tired limbs and he felt a bit relaxed.  He intertwines his fingers with his Mom’s before taking another gulp of his tea before setting it on top of the coffee table in front of them.

“The morning I left after you’ve told me everything about ______, I decided to forget about her; since it’s been 10 years since the last time I saw her…; so I thought it wouldn’t really matter if I would never see her again…”  Mark nibbles on his bottom lip and a light squeeze on his hand urged him to continue.

“While I was driving home, I saw her on a café near a fair and decided to follow her, since it might be the last time that I’ll be able to see her…”  Mark licks his dry lips before continuing.

“I followed her while she was playing games at the fair – she even won a panda bear with those dart games and she looked so happy… then she walked her way towards the Han River and I still followed her from afar…” Mark’s fingers traced the rim of his cup while he stares at it as if it’s the most precious thing in the world.

“When she finally reached Han River and managed to get a comfortable spot where she can sit down, I stood underneath a tree a few meters away from her… since it was night time, it was pretty dark in that area so I am sure she won’t be able to see me…”

“Then she was trying to call my cell and I was so conflicted if I should pick it up or not so I just stared at my phone… then… I was taken aback when I look up to her already looking at my direction.  I walked away out of panic Mom and she might have noticed me so she followed me, but I just ran away from her and hid inside the convenience store.  I thought she was gone for good, Mom, but when I came back to the café where I parked my car, I saw her, she was waiting for me.  Until…”  Mark’s voice quivered and he closed his eyes in frustration.

“Until?”

“I didn’t know what I was doing… All I have in mind was to run away from her and I didn’t look at her beside me while she taps my window… I just drove away, my car slowly gaining speed… then I just stopped when I realized that she is not there anymore… I looked for her when I came down from my slump… But I haven’t found her anywhere… I was also told by Jackson and Bambam that she was best friends with Bambam’s tutor and they were trying to look for her and me but… those things happened…”

“I went to her house the next morning thanks to Bambam… and she was so mad at me Mom… She threw me out of her house… I can’t blame her, I was such an ass for doing that to her… Then Jackson even told me that she was almost hit by a truck because….”  Mark cried and Dorine clutched his heaving shoulder.

“Because I left her behind… luckily his ex was there and he saved her... but that guy hurt her in the past… however, I also realized that I might have hurt her more now… and I don’t know what to do… Mom… I don’t know if she will ever forgive me after what I did…”  Mark wiped his puffy eyes before staring at his Mom.

“I honestly didn’t care if you or Dad gets mad at me by coming after her that morning… but I guess it isn’t important because she won’t come back to me anymore…”  He lets out a sad chuckle and Dorine pulls her son to her chest.

“But Mom… I really love her… and I don’t want to lose her… I don’t know what to do…”  He says and Dorine hugged him tighter.

“This is all Mama’s fault, baby…”  She kissed the top of his son’s head and Mark felt tired, really, really tired that he just stopped crying altogether.  He cannot even answer his Mom anymore.  He had talked a whole lot today and being an introverted person, talking about his innermost feelings leaves him exhausted as much as physical work does.  Dorine just continued apologizing to her son as she taps his back, the boy still hiccupping from how hard he had cried earlier.

Soon enough, Mark’s cries and hiccups totally died down and he had fallen asleep on his mother’s lap.  Dorine slowly placed her son’s head on top of the couch pillow before grabbing a small towel to wipe his son’s face drenched in dried tears and snot.

Dorine feels remorseful towards her son, and towards you.  She didn’t know that it will come to this point at all.  She is aware of her son’s attraction towards you but she never thought that it will this deep too soon.  However, she had thought about it carefully and just smiled when it dawned on her how amazing, strong, and beautiful you once were, and she was sure that you are even better now that you’ve grown up.  She was thinking that her son and you are probably really meant for each other, because despite being apart for too long and not recognizing each other when the two met again, their hearts easily got familiar on who they were with; and it brought them back together.

The guilt is still eating her insides up looking at her son who looks like a small little boy on their living room couch, lying on his side, curling like a ball, his eyes swollen, fluffy, and his lips dry. She hasn’t even noticed that the color of her son’s hair is now brown until then.

That was when she made a decision that might change both of their lives forever.

Junhyung went to his office and opened the documents that the younger had handed over to him.  He skims over the information – to the girl’s full name, birthday, etc. There were a few photos as well and has already confirmed that the girl on the documents is his wife’s long lost daughter – not that he doesn’t know about it before – but at least he has his wife’s daughter’s latest contact information and address.

He goes over to the other document which states who your sponsors are and his eyes widened at the recognition.

Dorine Tuan?

Wasn’t it Mark Tuan’s mother?  His son’s boss and good friend?  He thought carefully and he is positive that that is Mark Tuan’s mother’s name.  He remembers meeting up with them quite a few times to talk about their sons and their businesses, along with Randy and Sophia, who are Jackson’s parents.  The six of them also went on vacation in Jeju sometime this year courtesy of their own sons when they managed to get a large contract for their start-up firm.

So it was Dorine who took care of ______ in (Y/C/O) and brought her here?

“…but I think her husband should not know about all of this so she kept it a secret… even after 10 years…

Junhyung put two and two together and he had realized that Raymond was actually against the whole plan of Dorine taking his wife’s daughter to Korea… but why?  Is it because of her sickness?  They could have easily taken her in in their custody since technically she was an orphan after what had happened to her back in (Y/C/O).  What could be the exact reason why Raymond didn’t approve of Dorine’s plans 10 years ago?

“…along with her eldest son…”

Eldest son?  Isn’t that Mark Tuan?

Junhyung wonders if Mark has any idea about this whole thing, since he definitely had met his wife’s daughter 10 years ago.  He wonders if Dorine had shared this information to her eldest son, or he was completely oblivious to his mother’s secret.

Junhyung is not sure if the new found information would be able to help him or not.  He is yet to find out.

Part 16

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[sarahw-world]

“A Thorough Investigation“

On a hot summer night, and against his own will, a certain Saiyan Prince is forced to witness an intimate moment between Bulma and Yamcha.

This event will lead to some unexpected nocturnal activities...

Some people were born to suffer, that’s for sure, and as Vegeta stood in the dark, inside the massive walk-in kitchen closet of the Briefs house, he was really starting to get the feeling that he was one of them…

Sure, he was the Prince of a dead race that had lost everything by the time he was five fucking years old. Well, of course he’d been raised by a tyrant that had made him his bitch throughout his entire goddamned life as he’d patiently abided until the time came to send him to Hell, only to have a stupid third-class clown do the job before he was ready for it.

He’d always known on some level that his life had been a doomed cosmic joke from the start, but this, having to listen to the woman and his useless Earth lover as they were fucking in the kitchen, this was intolerable. Honestly, he’d rather walk in on Frieza in the shower.

And yet there he was, standing inside the closet, his back against the wall, arms crossed, and his right eye twitching rhythmically in frustration as he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to find a good enough reason not to blow up the entire planet at that very moment. And as he listened to the two lovebirds interact with each other, he was finding less and less reasons to live…

And the worst part was that they weren’t even fucking. Seriously, if the asshole had at least given the woman a good pussy pounding, Vegeta might have even had a newfound respect for the guy, but based on the night’s events, that didn’t seem to be the case, and there was nothing in this world that infuriated the Prince more than blatant incompetence.

He truly didn’t know how it all started. It had been just another night, one of those hot summer nights that made deep sleep impossible as he tossed and turned amongst sweaty cotton sheets, so he’d done what he usually did under such circumstances: make a little trip to the large kitchen and help himself to a late-night snack.

That night had been no different really, other than the fact that just as he’d entered the giant closet where the Briefs family stored their food, looking for something to appease his generous Saiyan appetite, he’d heard voices and footsteps approaching. He quickly recognized them as those belonging to Bulma and Scarface, and not in the mood to deal with their lovey-dovey crap, he’d chosen to remain inside the dark storage room, waiting for them to leave.

It turned out to be a bad idea.

A very bad idea.

He’d thought those two would simply grab something to eat and go back to the woman’s room, but apparently, the heiress had other plans…

“Awww… Come on, Yamcha! It will be fun…” She enthusiastically said.

“Sssshhh… B.! Just be quiet!” The man whispered.

“Don’t be like that… Come on! There’s no one here! Besides, my parents are literally on the other side of the compound…”

He heard the human man clear his throat.

“What about Vegeta?”

“Who gives a shit? He’s not here! Come here…”

There was silence, and for a moment he thought that maybe they’d finally decided to abandon the kitchen, perhaps they were already in the garden, which would allow him to grab a few cans of food and get the hell out of there.

Not a fucking chance.

As he quietly approached the almost closed door, he peeped through the small space available and he saw what those two were up to.

Kissing.

Kind of.

Bulma was standing near the large kitchen table, Yamcha right in front of her, and she was playfully getting closer to him, literally grabbing the man by his shirt, smashing her lips against his. The man responded quickly, eager but slightly clumsy, and they shared a passionate kiss in the middle of the room. The woman’s girly giggles stirred some unknown and very uncomfortable feeling inside the Prince’s chest, but he tried to let it go as he kept watching the scene…

The heiress seductively walked backwards, dragging her lover with her, until her pert little ass touched the table and, without a second thought, she hopped on top of it, tilting her head back and spreading her legs wide open as her arms stretched towards her boyfriend.

The Saiyan warrior recognized that body language immediately.

She was needy, and definitely offering herself to the lucky bastard she’d been dating for years now. She was all long legs and creamy skin, and the red dress she was wearing, indecently short and tight, only accentuated her petite but curvy figure, her tits begging to be released from their constricting prison. When Yamcha finally walked towards her and kissed her again, the alien realized he was going to have to stay inside that damn closet for a really long time.

And he did.

But not exactly for the reasons he’d had in mind at first.

Apparently, the idiot couldn’t make up his goddamned mind...

“I don’t know, B., why can’t we just go upstairs?”

“Because we always do it in my bed! Don’t you want to have some fun?” She challenged him as she kissed the man’s neck.

“Seriously, I don’t see the fun in doing it on a kitchen table…” He replied.

“Ugh! Fine!” She said, letting go of his shirt’s neck. “Where do you wanna do it?” She continued, crossing her legs seductively. “I know! How about we do it in the garden?” She asked, as excited as a little girl asking her parents to take her to an amusement park.

“Are you serious, now?” He asked incredulous.

She sighed…

“Alright… Perhaps we could go for a night swim in our new pool! We finished it while you were gone training in the desert…”

“I don’t know… I don’t feel like it… Why can’t we just go to bed? Come on…”

“Yamcha…” She pleaded.

The warrior kept spying behind the semi-closed door. Why? He had no clue. Perhaps it was for the very same reason some people stop by a car crash: the morbid fascination of watching a train wreck, only in this case it was more like a tutorial on how not to treat your woman.

What the fuck was wrong with that weakling?

Even Vegeta, in all his prideful Saiyan glory, wasn’t stupid enough to deny the female’s charms… A woman like Bulma was made to be worshipped, and if she wanted to do it in the kitchen, you just took out your goddamned cock and fucked her sweet little cunt into oblivion...

“Fine…” The scientist relented. “How about we make a deal?”

“What deal?” The scarred faced man asked with heavy suspicion in his voice.

She grabbed him by the shirt again, kissing him passionately before she whispered her suggestion.

“We can do it in my bed, but we play a little with the toys I bought for us last time…”

The Prince couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. Toys? Humans really were a funny race…

“No, Bulma! I already told you… I just… I’m not into that kind of stuff…”

“I know what you said…” She said tiredly. “Look, I know I shouldn’t have tried to convince you about the handcuffs and all that, but this time…” There was a pause, and she kissed his lips again, softly this time.

“This time you can do it to me…” She whispered, her voice heavy with playful desire.

“You seriously want me to handcuff you to the bed…” He replied skeptically.

“Why not?” She hugged him, bringing him even closer to her soft warm body. “You know I trust you…”

Sweet merciful Kami.

The man inside the closet couldn’t believe his ears…

“Let’s just do it here…” The man finally said, giving in.

“Really? You want me to bring the handcuffs?” She asked excitedly.

“What? No! I mean, let’s just do it here on the table, like you said…”

“Oh… Right…”

Vegeta noticed how clueless the guy was. If he ever had the privilege of having that fine woman handcuffed to his bed he’d do unspeakable things to her luscious body…

Yamcha kissed her again, softly caressing her rosy cheeks.

“Let’s just get in the mood, alright?” He whispered.

And that’s when the torture truly began as the couple really started to get into it. The Prince kept watching with morbid fascination, and for the first time he truly understood the mechanics of the couple’s relationship: the weakling didn’t give her much, just enough to keep her by his side, and Bulma looked, more and more, like a woman desperately clinging to something that probably didn’t even exist anymore.

They kissed for a while, Yamcha standing between those wide open shapely legs, rubbing his crotch against her core. All of a sudden, the heiress clung tighter to his neck, whispering something in his ear, and the man proceeded to awkwardly remove her panties.

It was pitiful to see the lack of chemistry between the two lovers, and Vegeta’s suspicions were finally confirmed when the blue haired beauty unzipped the man’s pants and she revealed her boyfriend’s member.

The Prince quickly turned his head.

That’s where he drew the line.

But his sharp Saiyan eyes had unwillingly given him a glimpse of the guy’s dick.

He was flaccid.

Holy shit.

It was hard to imagine a man holding that splendid body and kissing those rebellious pouty lips and not getting instantly hard as a rock. Hell! Just getting a glimpse of the woman prancing around in one of those indecent costumes she used to wear whenever she soaked in the sun by the pool would fill his mind with indecent thoughts and make his cock twitch.

“Come here…” He heard her whisper. He’d walked away from the door by now, his eyes firmly shut, but he couldn’t help but hear her voice.

She was encouraging her lover, comforting him with soothing words as she probably worked him with her graceful fingers. Vegeta felt sick, and he couldn’t help but claw his fingers tightly into his arms as he kept them firmly crossed over his chest. The worst part was that awful possessive feeling that felt like a punch in the stomach. He didn’t quite know where it was coming from, but he knew he didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

And then it happened.

“Here, let me help you…” She whispered again, and before he knew it, the room was filled with soft suckling noises.

She was sucking his dick.

And the worst part was that the guy was still probably soft…

Oh, yes, he’d been right from the start, he was one of those people who were born to suffer, there was no other explanation for the fuckery that was going on around him at the moment.

The soft, wet sounds carried on for a few minutes that positively felt like an eternity, and then it was over.

“Fuck!” Yamcha cursed under his breath. “I’m sorry babe, I just… I can’t…”

He fucking knew it.

The asshole couldn’t even get it up and satisfy his goddamn woman.

“It’s alright… Do you… Do you wanna go to bed? No funny stuff, just so we can get comfortable and…”

“No.” He cut her abruptly. “I mean… Yes, we should, but… I just, I’m not in the mood anymore, babe…”

Silence.

The most furiously unnerving silence.

“Oh, okay…” She finally replied, and her voice was so full of sadness and disappointment that Vegeta really hoped that when those damn androids finally showed up, the scarred faced warrior would be the first to die. A slow, painful death or, at the very least, he’d get a fucking hole in his chest.

“It’s not you, B.” He quickly said. “I think I’m just tired, you know…”

Bullshit.

Vegeta finally walked towards the half-shut door again, and he witnessed the pathetic scene of the man condescendingly kissing the heiress on her forehead, delicately caressing her turquoise hair.

“I’m going to bed, are you coming?” He asked hopefully.

She nodded.

“In a minute, I’m going to get some milk…”

“Okay…” He replied, and even though he’d said his goodbyes, he remained there, looking like a man that knew he’d truly fucked things up, for real this time. He shyly caressed her cheek again.

“How about we get up earlier tomorrow and we have a quickie before I go to my baseball training?” He offered.

Vegeta had no idea what a quickie was, but it sounded like shit, and the only thing he really wanted right at this moment was to fucking leave the house so he could go somewhere and punch something.

Anything.

“Sure…” Bulma replied with a saccharine smile that didn’t reach her lovely blue eyes.

“Goodnight…” Yamcha finally said as he left the room.

“’Night...” The woman replied.

The Prince just stood there, relieved that the idiot was finally gone and hypnotized by the woman standing right in front of him, in the middle of the kitchen. She was now staring at the floor, lost in thought as she hugged herself, and Vegeta immediately guessed what she was feeling.

Defeat.

She stood there for a moment, and then she shook her head as if coming back to reality. She walked towards one of the kitchen cabinets, picking up a bottle of that minty green liquid earthlings called ‘mouthwash’, she rinsed her mouth a couple of times and she poured herself a glass of cold milk from the fridge. With the grace of a slender cat, she hopped on the table again, sitting crossed legged and looking out the window and into the starry night.

Vegeta knew he could have probably left by now without being heard, but he refused to leave the woman alone, knowing she was in such a vulnerable state.

He was right.

Soon the tears fell freely from her mesmerizing blue eyes, and yet, even as she cried, she remained dignified. His dangerous eyes focused on her perfect posture and her elegant profile.

She looked like a queen.

They both remained that way for a few minutes, until Bulma finally finished her glass of milk and she gracefully stood up again, softly wiping off her tears with her pale hands, walking away towards the corridor and into the dark house, away from him…

The Saiyan finally exited the large closet, his appetite now completely gone, and unable to go to sleep either.

He wanted to follow her, to talk to her, he didn’t know why or what he’d even say, but the thought of the female going to bed in that condition, laying next to that disgraceful excuse for a man, made him sick.

He finally decided to fly to her room, at least to make sure that she was alright. And that’s what he did, silently landing on her balcony and looking through the glass of her French doors.

She wasn’t there.

The only person on her bed was that damn human asshole, sleeping soundly as if he hadn’t just broken his girlfriend’s heart.

Vegeta took a deep breath, focusing his finely tuned senses in an attempt to track Bulma’s minute but distinctive ki.

No fucking way.

She was in his room.

Why? He asked himself as he soundlessly flew towards her, now landing on his balcony and curiously gazing through his own windows.

It was surreal.

The woman was laying on her stomach on his unmade bed, her face buried in his pillow, completely naked. Her red dress forgotten on the floor and her underwear nowhere to be seen. In fact, if he recalled correctly, it must have been placed somewhere on the kitchen floor.

Her supple body was undulating, her rounded ass moving hypnotizingly as one of her hands seemed to be buried somewhere between her thighs.

She was masturbating.

On his fucking bed.

Every once in a while, she tilted her head back, gasping for air, moaning and panting softly as she worked her pussy like an instrument. And then she’d lose it again, burying her face into the pillow, inhaling his scent.

This wasn’t the defeated woman he’d seen crying in the kitchen just minutes ago, this was a woman fully in control of her body, satisfying the needs her man had been unable to, taking matters into her own hands, quite literally…

This was the Bulma Briefs he knew, the courageous woman that possessed a brilliant mind, an unrefined mouth, and a body made for sin; if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was half-Saiyan.

He could feel his cock quickly getting hard, blood rushing so fast that he almost got dizzy, but he didn’t quite know if it was simply a physical reaction or something else entirely…

Her creamy skin glowed, beautifully reflecting the moonlight, and she kept touching herself, quickly turning over, now laying on her back, her dainty fingers lazily drawing circles around her clit, her inner thighs drenched in her own juices and her hips swaying decadently, knowing exactly what to do in order to bring pleasure to their mistress.

The Saiyan cupped his now painful erection with one hand, trying to stay grounded and avoid spilling himself inside his tight shorts. His throat felt dry, and he swallowed anxiously, letting out a low growl as the heiress finally introduced one of her fingers inside her glistening little cunt.

She was extraordinary.

Like a porcelain doll, tilting her head back, now exposing her velvety throat just to him. He wanted to fill it to the brim with his cock, making her swallow every last drop of his fucking cum. He wanted to possess her like he’d never possessed a woman, completely and everlastingly.

Her beauty was greater than that of Frieza’s most priced courtesans, and he silently thanked the Gods that she hadn’t been born into that life, for she wouldn’t have lasted long.

She was too pure, too naive for her own good.

She’d opened her home to a serial killer that had taken part in the murder of the man that slept on her bed, and she was now spreading her legs, pleasuring herself on the bed of that very same assassin…

A second finger joined her first, now pumping in and out, moaning, mewling, her perfect little waist quivering as she desperately gasped for air. The smell of sex wafting heavily in the air, going straight from her womanhood to his nostrils and deep into his dick. He wanted to fuck her brains out.

She pinched her nipple and she let out a small cry as she increased the pace, now frantically alternating between penetrating herself and rubbing her nub, over and over again, until she came in an explosion of pure, unadulterated bliss.

He didn’t move, his eyes focused on the woman that was now shaking, whimpering on his bed, slowly coming back to reality, her body growing limp. Her hands abandoned her body and they slowly buried themselves underneath his pillow, and then… Then she turned her head to the side, her eyes still closed, and she deeply inhaled the scent of his sheets.

There was something primal and animalistic in that gesture that was maddening to him.

She finally opened her eyes, and he quickly moved to the side of the balcony, hiding from her view, unwilling to display himself in this condition. He didn’t want to embarrass either one of them.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm down, his cock still throbbing unrelentingly. He’d patiently wait until she left his room and then he’d finally be able to relieve himself…

“Did you enjoy the show?” A husky, flirtatious voice asked.

He opened his eyes widely, discovering a very naked Bulma standing right in front of him. He’d been so lost that he’d failed to notice her presence until it was too late. He remained silent, staring at her.

The woman smiled lazily, a confident, cocky attitude reflected in her azure eyes.

No, this wasn’t the woman from the kitchen, and yet…

She walked towards him, her full, ripe tits shamelessly grazing his hard nipples, and without a single word, she violently grabbed his face, crushing their lips together. Vegeta’s eyes widened for an instant, but he quickly gave in to the woman’s desires, passionately kissing her swollen lips. She now had her hands on the nape of his neck, aggressively pulling his hair, her nails clawing at his scalp as her slick tongue wildly explored his mouth.

She finally removed her lips from his, gasping for air, a wicked smile adorning her pretty mouth. She got close to his ear, licking it once, twice, and then nipping his earlobe, earning a groan from the very excited Saiyan Prince.

“I fucking love having an audience…” She whispered in his ear.

What the actual hell?

She looked back into his eyes, her eyes dancing as her hand boldly grabbed the waist of his excruciatingly tight shorts, pulling down and revealing his thick shaft.

“Damn!” She said in honest appreciation, and Vegeta couldn’t help but smirk at that.

Her fingers confidently held his cock, gently but firmly.

“Do you need help with that?” She asked with feigned innocence.

His large hand grabbed her tiny wrist, stopping her before she did something she’d end up regretting.

He had to know.

He needed to know who the woman standing in front of him was.

“Where’s your human lover, woman?” He asked huskily against her lips.

She smiled again, placing a soft peck on his lips before answering.

“He’s gone. Now I’m free.”

It was a simple reply: short, sweet and brutally honest.

She’d finally realized she’d been living a lie, and she’d burned the ropes that had kept her enslaved, chained to her past.

He let go of her wrist and he smiled wickedly.

“Go on, then…”

She started to move her hand slowly, up and down his shaft. On one hand she held his large cock while the other one placed itself on the back of his neck again, fiercely holding him close to her, their foreheads touching, staring into each other’s eyes.

His eyes were filled with pleasure, his manhood getting bigger, precum seeping from the thick head as she worked him mercilessly.

“Harder!” He ordered.

She complied, her hand clutching tighter, jerking him off as she kissed him again, a wet, messy kiss. His rough hands were squeezing her hips, hard enough to leave bruises in the morning, and she didn’t give a shit…

Because now she was free.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” She asked as she panted against his lips.

He squeezed his eyes tight shut for a moment, feeling hot, losing control, his balls tightening...

“Fuck… If you could only see your face right now…” She whispered once again…

“Bulma…” He sobbed as he finally felt his cum spill all over the hand that kept moving, masturbating him, slowly bringing him down from his orgasm.

She stopped when she sensed he was becoming oversensitive, and she remained quiet in her spot as she felt him tremble, barely able to stand on his feet. She buried her face in his neck and she inhaled deeply as she placed soft kisses over his warm skin…

“I love the way you smell…” She whispered out of the blue.

He didn’t talk, waiting for the woman to make her next move.

She finally stepped back, making him feel the loss of her warmth. She gently caressed his flushed cheek and she simply said, “Goodnight, Vegeta.”

He didn’t reply, his brain still numb, and she smiled again.

“I’ll see you around…” She whispered as she turned around, walking into his room, closing the door behind her as she left and leaving a very confused and sated Saiyan Prince standing alone on the balcony.

He managed to walk inside, laying on his bed as he run a hand through his now very sweaty mane.

He knew it.

He fucking knew it.

‘I love the way you smell’ She’d said…

He’d always known there was something different about that woman, and he was going to figure her out or die trying.

He smirked.

It would have to be a very thorough investigation, one he was sure he’d enjoy immensely.

Perhaps she really was half-Saiyan after all, he thought as he finally closed his eyes and sleep overtook him…

Thanks a lot for reading!

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