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sweetpinkchampagne · 6 months

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sinful I

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: the reader is tonys daughter (he had her young, canon doesnt exist) theres tension between you and stephen, an obvious age gap keeping you from eachother (26, 40). theyre 'trapped' in an elevator together and the tension crumbles.

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange not established relationship

note: i do not know what possessed me to write this shit, i will not apologise. i love you <333

warnings: defined age gap, stephen being possessive, controlling smut, dd/lg kind offf, petnames

you could always tell when stephen strange was in a room you were in without even looking. he was the type of man who had one of those commanding prescenses, maybe it was his ego you thought to yourself. either way, for weeks you had continuously been trying to block him out of the forefront of your mind. but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't shake his presence. it was like he was a part of your subconscious, a part of you that you never wanted to acknowledge.

you knew that you had to find a way to cope with his presence or it was going to drive you crazy. you had to find a way to remove him from your thoughts. you had to find a way to make him go away. you could swear he knew how infatuated you were with him, how you’d drift off in meetings with thoughts of him racing through your mind. you wanted to wipe that god awful smirk off his face, and the way he looked at you like a starving wolf. that look terrified you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your stomach flip. fucking Christ.

he was 40 years old. the thick grey streaks that run through his tousled hair becoming prominent. he carried himself with authority, his body language conveying strength and confidence. his eyes were sharp and focused, his expression serious and determined. you shook him out of your thoughts, standing in the empty elevator, holding a binder you were supposed to speak about at an avengers meeting. something important about presenting to the government. it was an important event, not the type of meeting you’d show up to in your training gear. your eyes met his shiny leather dress shoes. shit.

“stark.” he confidently spoke in his baritone voice nodding at you, his scarred hand extending to hold the elevator open before he stepped in silently, standing tantilizingly close to you. closer than any other coworker would.

“oh. good morning, stephen.” you spoke back softly, anxiously tapping your foot. it wasn’t the meeting you were anticipating. you were met with silence as he pushed the button to go to the floor of the meeting you were both attending. the elevator slowly went up.

“you seem nervous, stark.” he looked straight ahead, not making eye contact with you.

“just not a public speaker, that's all.” you managed to squeak out. you could tell he was smirking, that sick bastard knew what he was doing. you couldnt. you were only 26, and here you stood head over heels for some magical doctor who’s ego towers over him. suddenly the sound of clanging pipes could be heard followed by a deafening screeching. the elevator came to a halt, but the doors stayed closed. stephen scoffed and hit the ‘open door’ button. nothing. he chuckled under his breath.

“we can miss this meeting. oh please no.” you started pressing the button as you panicked.

“oh come on darling, it’s not as if this is the worst situation in the world, is it?” he stood facing you. darling. get fucked.

“i don’t know what game you’re playing, strange. now could you just portal us out of here?” you checked your watch. “we’re 7 minutes late.”

“i don’t have my sling ring on me, not exactly something you bring to an all-important government meeting, now is it?” you sighed, that sarcastic attitude would be the death of you.

“why don’t we just sit tight, mm? nobody is going to come save you, they’re all busily writing notes on something some superfical united nations member has to say.” he stared into your eyes, clearly unbothered. you nodded, what else could you do? you were stuck. slowly backing against the metal back panel of the elevator, you slowly slid down in defeat, sitting on the cold metal with your legs stretched out. he did the same.

“wouldn’t want to dirty that suit.” you mumbled, annoyed that you were here, stuck with the last person you’d want to be in a confined space with.

“wouldn’t want to dirty that pretty little dress. oh. that’s right, daddy will just buy you a new one, won't he?” te bit back. being tony’s daughter had its perks, but many people mistook you for a spoiled brat.

“what, you tight on money or something, strange? need me to spot you? buy you lunch?” you scoffed. he laughed, loosening his tie and sighing from relief. you crossed your legs in response, he's almost your fathers age, why are you pressing your thighs together? jesus - you thought to yourself.

she looked over at him, his collar was turned up on one side after he loosened his tie. you leaned over the cold metal floors and reached him.

“oh here. let me fix this for you.” you whispered, stumbling as you ended up straddling him as you fixed his collar, his hot breath fanning your face as you were inches away from eachother.

“hi darling..” he whispered seductively. you were burning red, your mouth slightly parted as you sat there flushed and frozen.

“dont get all shy on me now, hm?” he laughed, his scarred fingers reaching to trace the side of your jaw.

“stephen.. we can’t. it would be wrong. this is sinful” you whispered against his lips.

“then why does it feel so right? i see the way you look at me. the way your breath hitches in your throat when i walk in front of you. the way you stumble over your words when you speak to me. tell me this is wrong one more time, and I’ll leave. we'll stop.” he stated, looking at your lips and then gazing back into your eyes. you kept your eyes on him and your heart raced. you knew that what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn't help it.

you wanted to stay. he was hypnotizing, it was cruel. you launched closer into his embrace, kissing him passionately as if he was the last man you’d ever kiss. he groaned softly into your mouth in shock but quickly moved one hand up the side of your hips and the other was holding the side of your cheek. you felt a warmth spread through your body as his lips moved against yours, and you felt yourself getting lost in the moment. you pulled away reluctantly, your heart still pounding as your eyes met his.

he lingered there for a moment, and then his lips curved into a knowing smile as he slowly pulled away. he was aware of your attraction and you were both enjoying it. he rested both of his hands on your lower back, holding your hips as you were sitting in the same position. he slowly moved you forward, rocking you, the friction was you were grinding on him creating warmth and longing to be touched. you were inexperienced, shy. no man had ever made you feel like this and you couldnt help but softly moan into his ear and he moved you. he did all the work, picking up the pace and praising you.

“that feels good, huh baby? oh fuck. keep making those pretty noises for me. anyone ever made you feel like this?” he groaned, watching you sinfully as you rocked your lips back and forth against his lap. you closed you eyes in embarrassment. the answer was no. you shook your head gently, rocking against him, mewling.

"atta girl" he groaned in your ear.

“oh stephen..shit.” you moaned, louder than before. he grabbed your waist, stopping you.

“keep moving, and i won't be able to stop. at least let me be a gentlemen” he scooped you up and slid his sling ring out of his coat pocket.

“you dirty liar!” you scoffed in his arms as he opened a portal.

“oh come on sweetheart, you know i always have it on me.” he chuckled, walking through the portal. you were in his bedroom. the dark oak panelled walls of the sanctum were glossy and rich. the 4 post bed was the star of the room, overshadowing everything else. he laid you down on the bed. part of you expected him to be sweet and gentle with you, caring almost. tt was almost as if he could read your mind.

“i’m bad for you baby. i want to be selfish with you, i’ve wanted this for so long.” he said as he threw his suit jacket to the floor and the clinging of his unbuckling belt made you whine.

"be a good girl for me, yeah baby?" you were about to lie on your stomach so he could unzip your dress, but without hesitation he knelt straddling you. He placed his scarred hands on the neckline of your dress and ripped it down the middle as if it was paper.

#doctor strange #doctor strange fanfic #stephen strange #stephen strange fanfiction #stephen strange x you #doctor stephen strange #stephen strange smut

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pasdasin · 3 months

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Entanglement - ch 1

first chapter of this series! im so excited lol!

cw: cussing prob. idk what else pls lemme know

read under the cut!

Heavy rain always recalled the pain of the captain’s past. A demented reminder of the life that he had left behind in order to survive. The horror of the fated day replayed in his mind as he leaned over his desk. With such heavy rain, the commander, Erwin, believed that a rest day was in order. Just a few weeks after the coup d’état and an inevitable expedition right around the corner. Rest was needed but the farthest thing on Levi’s mind. His thoughts shifted from the painful day to more peaceful memories of his dear friends. It was harder to remember their voices and the way they looked the longer time passed, as the more people he lost grew.

A knock recaptured his attention and brought him back to reality. He muttered an enter and looked up to meet the eyes of his only two friends left in the above ground world. He quickly stood up and greeted Erwin before glancing at Hange.

“Levi theres a problem…” Erwin stated as Hange closed the door, making sure no one was able to hear the conversation.

“Problem? What do you mean Erwin?” Levi looked up at the commander, confusion laced his eyes.

“Ever since the Coup, we had a suspicion that someone wouldn’t be happy. I was right, just an hour ago we intercepted a package addressed to you” Erwin stated sitting in one of the chairs around his office. “Inside was a heart, we suspect it is human but we cannot be sure until it gets tested.”

Levi’s eyes widened. It was impossible, Kenny had died by Levi’s hands. All of his connections to the underground world had either disappeared or died. Only a man with a death wish would try to pull this stunt.

“A letter came with it, detailing some woman in the underground…” Hange tailed off, pulling it out of her pocket and handing it to Levi. Levi took it and read it. His face dropped as he gripped the paper. I thought she was dead.

“Erwin, I would like to take my team to the underground city. I have an idea of who is behind this.”

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A wolf whistle reaches your ears as you arrive to the run down building you called work. Dull eyes looking up to meet your boss and his companion. A few girls sitting up next to some sleeze bags and a full bar. Your boss grinned ear to ear as he looked at you. It was no secret that your boss, Conrad, had the upmost favor and adoration for you. The only girl he had employed to stay fully clothed.

Conrad ran maybe the only neutral territory in the underground and of course it was a brothel. Upstairs moans and creaky floor boards were heard. Some girls looked at you with jealously, others with respect, but only Conrad knew the real reason he didn’t pimp you out. Not even you had learned the true reason, all you knew was that you were thankful.

“Ah there is my favorite girl in the whole world!” Conrad exclaimed as you approached his table, stroking your cheek affectionately. You gave a curt nod. Before opening the booking journal you carried. Conrad and his partner, Darius, discussed business plans, money, investments, remodels, and the whole works while you carefully jotted down the important information and repeated the minutes. The two men shook hands and Darius left. You turned your head to face Conrad.

“Sir, is there anything else you’d like me to record today before I balance the books?”

“Yes actually, Y/N please come into my office.” Conrad whispered before carefully leading the way. You both entered his office and you sat down in your usual chair. Before you could question him, Conrad dropped a heavy box on the table in front of you.

“As you know, Kenny the Reaper is dead. Now I don’t know who you pissed off but tell me why there is a heart in a box being mailed to my establishment.” Your eyes widened and as you peered into the box you left the bile rise in your throat. Your mouth opened but nothing came out. A note was attached addressed to you. Reaching for it as you tried to avoid the heart, you quickly scanned the message before gasping. It's impossible… they told me he was dead.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot

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phantoids · 2 years

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“theres no shame in asking for help?” 👀👀

He'd been struggling the entire day, by now, as Dream watched on, and Tommy could feel the increasing amount of disappointment searing into him from that stare. Sure, he was tired because he hadn't slept in a few days, and sure he hadn't eaten anything substantial in over a week but he just wasn't that hungry currently (though, really, he simply hadn't the energy to gather food, much less try fishing again), and he could fare fine without them. Tommy was just a little shaky and dizzy, maybe the little pain but not nothing out of the ordinary - granted, Ranboo had told him it wasn't normal, but who was he to tell the great Tommy Innit what's normal? - and definitely nothing he couldn't deal with.

Dream finally spoke up when the boy found himself on the ground whilst chopping firewood, the axe fallen to the ground as if it just slipped through his fingers. Tommy couldn't even tell how he'd ended up on the ground, only realising when he was offered a hand up, clinging to Dream as nausea washed through his system, serving to only make the blond feel weaker.

"There's no shame in asking for help, Tommy." Dream said, as if it were the simplest thing, concerned.

Tommy, naturally, had to refute such a stupid claim, pushing away from the other. He didn't need help, he wasn't useless. "I don't need pity, Dream, I can do things on my own." He snapped, brows drawn together, a sneer playing across his lips. Dream tilted his head, hands held up in surrender, the man's nervous chuckle not escaping the boy's ears.

It took moments for Tommy to wilt, seconds for that annoyance to melt into guilt and a nervous buzzing in his chest, almost constricting. "I-I'm sorry, really, I didn't- I'm sorry, Dream, I shouldn't- that wasn't right of me, I shouldn't have snapped at you. You're... You're only trying to be a good friend." He stumbles over the words, apologies trying to tumble out at once, an avalanche of a thousand different thoughts, a thousand regrets all melding together incoherently, something barely coherent being the end result.

"It's okay, Tommy, I know you didn't mean it." Dream reassures, keeping his voice soft, tone gentle, making sure to slowly move as Tommy watches him apprehensively. He's really trained the kid well, huh?

Reaching into his inventory, Dream pulls out a couple pumpkin pies, dragging Tommy over to the small fire pit set up, placing one in the boy's hands. "Here, eat. You look hungry." And Dream knows he's being a little too gentle, a little too nice, with the way Tommy stares cautiously, unsure whether or not the food is a trap of some sort. He almost revels in that fear, that apprehension, the fruits of hard work breaking down the spitfire kid that gave everything for a home that exiled him - even if it was by Dream's command.

L'Manberg just didn't know Tommy was worth going to war for, was worth a war if just to keep someone so special under lock and key.

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tragedyslayer · 1 year

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Neteyam x female reader! Part 5

Oh my god I have just vanished off the face of the earth. My bad guys lol, hopefully this chapter makes up for it cause theres actually action more or less. hint hint wink wink. Let me know if you guys are enjoying it, or if anyones still even reading lmao.

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Part 4

The rest of my day went by fast, I got better at controlling my Ilu, and Aonung continued to help me. Most of the time we were just racing each other, I was thankful I could actually enjoy gaining a new skill rather than have it drilled into my head.

Neteyam and Lo’ak seemed to get better as the day went on, but I stopped paying attention after a while.

A few days later I was looking out at the water, sitting on the woven bridges that connected the marui’s to one another. I couldn't stop thinking about how Neteyam had acted when we were on the Ilu together. Neither of us ever acknowledged the conversation we had.

I felt like I was going crazy, was he not making an advancement? I didn't understand him at all. To be fair I barely understood my own feelings.

Aonung walked up to me, I looked up at him.

“You up for some hunting?”

I raised my eyebrow, a ghost of a smile forming on my lips.

“Hunting?”

Aonung nodded, raising the spear he had in his hand to draw attention to it.

“Like for food?”

I assumed, standing up.

“No,”

He chuckled as if it were a silly assumption.

“Whatever tries to kill us first.”

I raised my eyebrows, laughing in surprise, that's not what I thought he meant.

“Ok”

The two of us walked down to the dock to retrieve our Ilus, just as I was about to call mine I heard Lo’ak calling.

“Where are you guys going?”

I looked in the direction the voice was coming from, to find Lo’ak and Neteyam approaching from up the shore.

Aonung replied when the two boys were in earshot.

“Hunting.”

Aonungs tone was blunt, he was such a dick to Lo’ak. I pressed my lips together. My loyalties would always lie with the Sully children, but I held my tongue, I doubted Lo’ak would want me to speak for him.

“Where?”

This time it was Neteyam speaking, Aonung sighed, looking over to the brothers.

“Past the reef.”

Neteyam took a step forward,

“No way, it's too dangerous.”

My eyebrows pinched together, he wasn't saying it was too dangerous for Aonung he was saying it was too dangerous for me, and I knew it.

“We will be fine Neteyam.”

I assured him, grabbing a spear of my own and sliding it into the holster on my back, intended for my bow.

“I said no.”

I stood completely still after I processed what Neteyam just said to me. I glared at him.

Lo’ak took a step back, shaking his head, mumbling under his breath.

“Idiot.”

Neteyams expression did not falter, I took a step closer to him, practically sizing the man up.

“No? What right do you think you have giving me commands?”

I clenched my jaw, Neteyam had no place telling me what I could or could not do. Especially over something as stupid as going beyond the reef.

“You aren't ready.”

I laughed, looking at him in disbelief.

“Can you give us a moment alone?”

The two other boys had no complaints as they promptly walked away.

“Not ready? You cannot be serious right now Neteyam.”

I was practically hissing at this point, but I didn't raise my voice.

“You just learned how to ride an Ilu, you really expect me to watch you go off with Aonung beyond the reef?”

Neteyams tone was just as sharp as mine, which only angered me more. I could not believe he was willing to die on this hill.

“I was doing dangerous things long before I met you.”

I scoffed, walking away from the man. There was no point in continuing the conversation if Neteyam was just going to keep calling me incapable.

I walked off the dock, down the shore, to my dismay Neteyam followed.

“It's not like I don't think you can handle yourself.”

I could hear the guilt in his tone, I know he wasn't trying to upset me, but he did, and he was being an asshole.

I stopped in my tracks, facing Neteyam.

“That is exactly how it's like!”

He sighed, realizing how horribly wrong he was coming across.

“What if you didn’t come back?”

I stared at him, confused and shocked.

“What does that even mean?”

He looked me in the eyes, desperation in his tone.

“I've never felt this way…I don't know why, but I need to make sure you are safe.”

He rubbed his face, collecting his thoughts.

“I know you're strong. You are the strongest person I know.”

He looked back to me, and I was too busy listening to him to have anything to say in return.

“I just”

He sighed, forcing out his sentence,

“I can't live in a world without you, no one makes me feel the way you do Fyole.”

I cupped the side of Neteyams face, my heart wrenching. I finally understood the way he was acting.

“Oh Neteyam.”

I whispered, pressing my forehead to his. His arms snaked around my body, bringing me in close.

“What does it mean? Fyole.”

I whispered, with our proximity I didn't need to speak above a mumble.

Neteyam laughed softly, placing his hand over my own.

“Beyond perfection.”

He whispered the meaning into my lips, I leaned forward. I closed my eyes as our lips connected. Nothing else existed other than the two of us. Neteyam moved his hand to the back of my neck, and my own slide down to rest on his chest.

Neteyam depended the kiss, and I felt electricity shoot through my body. All the good feelings I've ever felt were in this kiss.

My tail wrapped around his leg, it was almost a subconscious action as I got lost In Neteyam.

Neteyam pulled away only inches, laughing softly, presumably at my tails mind of its own. His laugh was so rich, it sounded like honey, he tasted like it too. I leaned in, kissing him again. I could feel Neteyam smiling against my lips, kissing me back without a second thought.

Suddenly everything felt right.

Neteyam and I decided to keep things on the low. It seemed like a smart idea considering I was from earth and we met three weeks ago and everything.

We tried to keep everything completely normal and still hang out publicly as much as we used to, but Neteyam doesn’t possess any self control and I can't say no to him. Because of that we haven't seen much of each other the last day or two. I wish It wasn’t driving me crazy, but it was, beyond crazy.

The amount I craved everything about him was embarrassing. His touch, and stare, and voice, and smile.

I groaned, rolling over to my side. It was just past eclipse, and most of the village was quiet, asleep. I closed my eyes trying to think about something other than Neteyam for just a minute. I heard movement at the entrance of my marui, I sat up only to see the thing I wanted most.

I looked at Neteyam confused, grabbing his hand as he pulled me to my feet.

“What are you doing?”

I questioned and Neteyam grabbed my face, kissing me heatedly. I smiled, kissing him back.

“I wanted to see you. I want to go somewhere.”

He whispered, moving his hands down to grab my hands. He knew it wouldn't take much to convince me.

We snuck out to the docks, making sure to be quick and quiet. Neteyam called his Ilu, diving into the water. I followed behind him, he guided me onto his Ilu, holding my thigh with his free hand.

We only swam underwater until we were out of sight of the village, the rest of the way we stayed on the surface so the starlight could provide us with some visibility.

“Where are we going?”

I sat up as high as I could to look over Neteyams shoulder.

“The forest.”

I smiled, resting my head on Neteyams back. The forest.

The closest forest was only a half an hour away, Neteyam disconnected from his Ilu as we stepped off onto the shore. We wasted no time, Neteyam took me by the hand and led me deep into the trees. I observed the glowing wildlife as we walked, a smile taking over my face.

We came across a stream, the trees were sparse enough to let in starlight, illuminating the water. I looked over to Neteyam, he was watching everything with so much appreciation, he looked so happy. I knew he missed his home, I wish I could take him back.

I placed my hand on his back, he looked at me with a smile, but his eyes were sad.

“You’ll be back soon. No matter what.”

He sighed, kissing my forehead.

“I hope you are right, Fyole.”

Neteyam faced me, looking into my eyes as he spoke.

“You are worth it. I know it's selfish, but I want you to know I would not have changed a thing if I could. You were meant to come here.”

My heart ached. I thought about it a lot, being a part of the reason Neteyams life was torn apart.

“I'll get you home.”

I promised him, cupping his face. I glided my thumb over his cheek bone. He leaned into my touch.

“You are my home now.”

I've never had a home before. Not one that was truly my own to claim. It was always one military base to the next. Neteyam was my home the second I met him.

It was somewhat overwhelming at how fast Na’vi tended to take relationships. However being utterly infatuated with Neteyam in every way made it easier to stomach.

Neteyam leaned down and kissed me, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me slow, it was different than the other times, more sensual. I leaned in further, attempting to deepen the kiss when my legs were swept off of the ground.

Neteyam picked me up, I yelped at the sudden movement. Laughing as he held me under my thighs. Before I could get a word out he was walking toward the water.

“What are you doing?”

I looked down at him, finally able to return his kiss. He laughed under his breath as I pulled away, which only made me want to kiss him again.

“I want to see you better.”

He explained, setting me down in the middle of the stream. The water was only a few inches deep, it didn't even pass my ankles.

Neteyam nodded his head up to the sky, which was fully exposed, the starlight much more visible.

How was he so romantic? I wasn't born with this natural ability.

He looked back down at me, studying my features.

“Will you miss your planet?”

His voice was quiet, gentle. He played with the jewelry in my hair, making me smile.

“No. Earth is nothing to miss.”

I ran my thumb over his bottom lip, memorizing the pattern of his glowing speckled cheeks.

“Not when you're here.”

This time it was Neteyams turn to smile, taking no time he pulled me in by the waist and kissed me. I laughed against his lips as he lifted me into the air a few inches as he pressed his chest into mine.

I can't say I'm surprised, but Neteyams affectionate side is so- loving. So touchy, and physical. It took no time for me to break down the walls I thought he had but now, when we are together, I feel like we've been together for as long as I can remember. It's so stupid, and I wish I didn't feel so strongly for him, not when everything was so uncertain.

The boy set me back down into the water, pecking my lips continuously, the playful neediness quickly turned to passionate lust. Without disconnecting our lips for more than a second I slowly backed up, towards the forest.

I held Neteyams face in my hand, pecking his lips twice before looking behind me, to watch my step. Just as my gaze hit the floor my foot slipped on one of the moss covered rocks, sending me to the floor. Thankfully We were right next to the treeline, so I fell on a bed of grass instead of the mound of rocks a few feet away.

As I processed what happened I laughed, rolling to my side and covering my face in embarrassment. Neteyam stifled the chuckle that threatened to burst out of his throat as he immediately knelt beside me, making sure I was alright.

“Way to ruin the mood huh?”

I uncovered my face, smiling up at Neteyam. He took my face in his palm, kissing my forehead.

“Nothing is ruined Fyole.’

Neteyam whispered in my ear before kissing under my earlobe. My body froze, and I swear I died for a second. Neteyam hovered over me as he trailed slow open mouthed kisses down my neck. I closed my eyes, letting my steady breath fall out of line. He was so warm, every time he touched me every nerve in my body alerted me of it. He was so unbelievably intoxicating, it felt so good to just be next to him. Having his fangs around my neck, and his tongue down my throat was a hell of a lot better.

I cupped his cheek in my hand, guiding his face towards my own. He stared down at me, the look in his eyes was one I'd never seen before. He was looking at me like I was his next meal. God he was so fucking perfect.

I kissed him, and he didn't hesitate to return it, practically diving into me. I smiled against his lips before sliding my hands down to his shoulders, I hooked my leg under his own, and in a split second our positions were switched. My legs straddled Neteyams torso, as I held my knife a few inches away from his cheek. He looked up at me, obviously taken a little off guard by my actions.

“Where'd you learn all that from? Got a forest girlfriend I don't know about?”

Neteyam smiled up at me, realizing I was only kidding.

“No, no forest lover…but I can't help but wonder how many men have been in this position.”

The boy motioned his head toward the knife angled at his face, I smiled, throwing the knife a few feet away from us.

“None that have lived”

Neteyam sat up, holding my body flush against his chest. My arms wrapped around the back of his neck as our lips connected yet again. I'd kissed a few boys in my life, never got far with any of them cause I was married to my job. Well that and none of them made me feel like this, none of them were Neteyam, and I can't help but feel like i've always known that.

It was the next morning. Nothing progressed further than kissing last night, i'm not that easy. To be fair, I would let him have his way with me in a heartbeat, just not yet.

My features scrunched together as my eyelids peeled open, letting in all the morning light. It wasn't too bright, if I had to guess the sun must have just peeked over the horizon. Still half asleep I looked up to Neteyam. His arms were around me, his hold was strong, secure, which I didn't know was possible to maintain while deep asleep. My eyes scanned his features and I smiled to myself, silently thanking whatever cosmic force allowed me to find him.

Finally my brain woke up, processing the fact that we need to be back in the village now, preferably an hour ago. My eyes widened and I shot up.

“Neteyam!”

Without a second of comprehension Neteyam was awake, sitting up immediately.

“Fyole, what is wrong?”

He stood, his expression both confused and worried. I made a sound of both exacerbation, and frustration, pointing at the color of the horizon.

“Let's go! “

We made it back to the metkayina clan as soon as possible.

“Your dad is definitely already awake, what will you tell him?”

I hissed, I was in no way mad at Neteyam, I just had a tendency of coming off a little aggressive when stressed out. I guess it's a trait I received from my lovely father. Neteyam waved his hand in dismissal.

“I am old enough to make my own decisions.”

His words said one thing, but the look on his face told me I wasn't the only one worried about Jake. I sighed, cringing as we walked into the maze of homes.

“Just go to your marui, I'll tell him I woke up early and went for a swim, to practice my breathing or something.”

I stifled a laugh at his badly crafted excuse.

“Whatever you say tiger.”

“What is a tiger?”

I shook my head. It was hard to remove everything that existed on earth from my vocabulary, I thought at the very least animals were something Jake may have mentioned once or twice.

“I'll explain later.”

I smiled at the boy, poking his side and retreating into my marui.

My body weight plopped onto my sleeping mat, and I sighed. It worried me how everyone would feel about me and Neteyam no matter how long it would be, they would inevitably find out. We were more or less in the exact same boat as Jake and Neytiri when they first met, so they would understand right? I wasn't positive, but I could hope. Not to mention Spider, he sees Neteyam as a brother right? And I'm his sister.. That's gonna weird him out I'd imagine. Although he and Kiri seem to be madly in love, so who is he to judge? I only know that from how Kiri talks about him, so who knows.

“Jesus”

I groaned, pressing my face into my hands in an attempt to hide myself from the world, and all its problems. Neteyam probably doesn't know about Jesus, that's funny. I need to tell him about all the crazy things on earth, he won't believe it. Speak of the devil,

“Why are you hiding that pretty face?”

I looked up to see Neteyam walking into my Marui.

“What happened?”

Neteyam gave me a reassuring smile, crouching down in front of me.

“Just a scolding for being irresponsible, nothing I can't handle.”

I sighed, studying Neteyams expression.

“From what I've seen you can handle anything, doesn't mean you should have to.”

He shook his head, gliding his fingers along my calf.

“It's what I am here for.”

Then he smirked, that fucking smirk.

It was so hard to disagree with him when he was being the most perfect man in the galaxy.

“Nateyam.” I groaned, sitting closer to him.

“Sometimes you have to let other people take care of you. You are the best brother, or son, or partner anyone could ever ask for. Being so perfect all the time is going to take its toll on you. Its you and me now, you don't have to take the heat of everything alone”

His gaze softened. He didn't know it, but he needed to hear that. It meant more than she could ever know.

“Fyole”

Neteyam kissed my forehead, if the circumstances were different I would have reminded him that it's not the best idea to be so affectionate in my home that had a giant hole as the doorway. Although I loved it.

“Thank you”

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nataliaphantomhivesblog · 3 years

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Newsflash: Dazai cares for Chuuya

Before reading any further, I will be talking about stormbringer, so spoilers ahead!! Translation credits go out to: @popopretty on tumblr, make sure to give this kind human some love and appreciation<3

Also if you want to read the first few chapters of stormbringer: @buraihatranslations is currently translating it, give them much love and appreciation as well, they deserve it!!

Honestly, I have been so obsessed with Soukoku lately and I think the reason behind this is because when it comes to Soukoku, their feelings for each other are not as easy to grasp as love or hate, it is much more profound than that. There is care, hurt, trust, resentment, companionship, bitterness, and consideration...And ironically enough, thats just the tip of the iceberg.

If we break down their individual feelings towards each other, it will be easier to understand their bond.

On Chuuya's end, his feelings are much more clear due to his expressive personality. He wears his emotions on his sleeves, he can try and hide what he feels towards Dazai but his true feelings tend to unravel easily.

He sometimes tries to mask his feelings towards Dazai by throwing insults, but his facial expressions are enough to contradict what he is saying.

Chuuya's feelings towards Dazai can be easier to comprehend. He obviously feels this certain betrayal due to the fact Dazai left the Port Mafia. Not to mention, he and Dazai have always had a rivalry relationship.

In the Soukoku wiki page, it is stated that Chuuya is aware of Dazai not experiencing a proper childhood, therefore allows him to act as childish as he can and lets him tease him relentlessly. I don't know how reliable this source is, but either way I think its worthy enough to add.

In the Dragon head conflict when Dazai was out of sight, Chuuya told Mori to forget about Dazai. That was until Hirotsu mentioned a microscope, Chuuya quickly realizes it was code language because he remembered a previous conversation where Dazai says he needs a microscope to be able to see Chuuya properly.

The moment he figured out it was a tracker, Chuuya did not hesitate to jump in and rescue Dazai. But here is the catch: No one but Chuuya knew about the microscope, if Chuuya really didn't care for Dazai he wouldn't have mentioned the microscope and kept all this under wraps, leaving Dazai in a mess.

Chuuya trusts Dazai with his life. He never hesitates to leave his life on Dazai's hands when it has to come to it. Chuuya and Dazai have known each other for years, for Chuuya to be able to trust Dazai that much is because Dazai also cares for him too, right?

The answer here is yes, Dazai cares for Chuuya. In a superficial level, it doesn't seem like Dazai truly cares, but I can assure you that he does care for him. Weather you like to think of his care in a platonic or romantic manner, the care Dazai has for Chuuya is undeniable and extremely significant for Dazai's character.

I think that stormbringer establishes this idea even further. There is one specific moment in this light novel that shows his genuine concern towards Chuuya's well being:

"There is one problem." Dazai cut off his sentence hesitantly. "It has nothing to do with the sucess rate of the plan. It is a matter we have to overcome in the end but... It may require some time to decide."

"What's with you?" Chuuya raised his eyebrows at Dazai. "Stop dramatizing it. Just hurry up and say it."

"I said earlier about this control spell to open the 'gate' that is used to reset the command inside Chuuya, right?" Dazai spoke with a strangely restrained voice. "If we use that, the logs of the command formula that were written in the past will be erased. That means...even if the memory erasure was used on Chuuya in the past, the traces of that will be erased as well."

"What?"

"I told you before right, the memory erasure command. The only way we can confirm if Chuuya is human or not is to check the history to see if the memory erasure command was ever used. It means..." Dazai looked at Chuuya with eyes that he had never looked at him before. Those eyes were serious. "If we use that control spell, the method to confirm if Chuuya is an artificial personality created by a string of code, or just a normal human being, will be lost. For good."

The time had stopped.

Chuuya opened his eyes and looked towards Dazai but his eyes were not seeing anything. The wind blew between the two of them. Even so, Chuuya did not blink.

"Verlaine became like that because he was tormented by the curse that he was not human. That only is enough of a big problem. The matter of being human or not." Dazai looked at his pocket watch, gave it a glance and continued. "I can delay the time until the plan starts for about two minutes. I will send an order for my men to wait... You can think about it alone for a while. Cuz I guess its hard for you to collect your thoughts with me around."

Having said so, Dazai turned away and walked down the stairs, leaving Chuuya alone.

Dazai fixated in his pocket watch. Two more minutes. Too short for a life decision. But he couldn't afford more than that.

Inside Dazai's head, he was planning a procedure to swith to an alternative plan in case Chuuya refused, at a tremendous speed.

This section in stormbringer is personally one of my favorites, this is a very rare moment between both of them, but especially for Dazai. Like I stated earlier Chuuya wears his emotions on his sleeves, therefore even if he tries to mask his care with insults, its still painfully noticable that he genuienly looks after Dazai. Chuuya also sometimes show a vulnerable side of himself to Dazai, especially after using corruption.

Dazai on the other hand is extremely unreadable. Its hard to understand his true intentions and if he really cares for people or only sees them as a pawn. In this moment though, Dazai was being painfully genuine. Dazai literally prioritized Chuuya over the mission. He was already thinking of coming up with an alternative plan just in case Chuuya refused, obviously the sucess rate of the alternative plan would be lesser than the actual plan Dazai had in mind, he choose Chuuya's wellbeing over a mission.

In this section, Dazai wasn't throwing jokes or witty remarks, he was being serious. Because Dazai knows how desperately Chuuya wants to be human. He knows how important being human is to Chuuya.

Dazai wasn't manipulating Chuuya by giving him the chance to decide, we can see that Dazai was literally showing a lot of hesitation when mentioning this to him, we also get to see what Dazai was thinking, and we can tell he wasn't thinking about manipulative his movements in any way. All of this wasn't coming out of manipulation, it was coming out of pure care.

After six steps, Dazai reached the stair. He stepped on the stair and started walking down. Three steps down the stair, he heard a *clang*, a cool sound of metal echoing behind him. It sounded like the metal was kicked by the sole of someones shoes. The moment Dazai realized what the sound was, Dazai turned around in surprise.

There was already no one at the top.

Dazai was dazed for a moment, then he loosened his lips and laughed.

"Trying to act cool, huh?" Dazai smiled, both annoyed and relieved. Then he turned on his radio and sent out his order. "Chuuya has sallied, everyone get ready for battle."

I personally love this part so much, relief washed over Dazai the moment he noticed that Chuuya was going to go through with the first plan, which proves my point that he wasn't manipulating him and how Dazai was under a lot of stress because he wasn't sure if the alternative plan would be as effective as his original one.

Yet he still was willing to go through the alternative plan if Chuuya refused, because Dazai values him and regards his wellbeing.

Dazai was being surprisingly gentle in this section, he was being honest. There was no ulterior motive behind his actions here, just a boy looking after his partner.

"So i'm going to send an order to my men to prepare for action... Is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay." Chuuya turned to Dazai. "Why are you asking me such a thing?"

Dazai didn't answer right away.

That was an unusual expression. It's like he was trying to say something, but he had to arrange the words in his head to decide where he should start. An expression he rarely shows.

This was right before Dazai drops the bomb to Chuuya about the memory erasure command. He was even asking for Chuuya's opinion on sending his men to get ready, this was the first time Dazai ever showed actual concern without masking it with witty remarks. You can tell that Chuuya isn't used to this.

And when you think about it, when Dazai and Chuuya have missions together, Dazai always uses corruption as a last resort and he always allows Chuuya to make the decision if they will be using it or not.

I personally belive that the main reason Chuuya trusts Dazai with using corruption is because The Sheep used to exploit his powers too much, but Dazai leaves the decision to use corruption up to Chuuya. Dazai understands the physical and mental toll corruption takes on Chuuya and therefore leaves the choice up to him.

Theres another section in stormbringer that I really enjoy, it doesn't necessairly show solicitude but I still think this should still be taken into consideration:

"You seem pretty confident that Chuuya is human, don't you?"

"I am," Dazai laughed with a sigh. "There is no way a man-made code could create such a personality that I detest so much."

Throughout the whole story, Dazai is more than determined that Chuuya is human. The main reason Dazai finds Chuuya so intresting is because of how frighteningly human Chuuya can be, because of the fact that he always wears his emotions on his sleeves, something Dazai rarely does himself. Thats personally a nice sentiment from Dazai's end, even when Chuuya struggles completely when it comes to believing in his own humanity, Dazai still can't help but see him as a human being.

Also I am aware that Dazai literally said he detests Chuuya here but he also sighed and laughed while stating this, showing us that he isn't being serious about hating him.

And its not only in stormbringer were he shows his concern towards Chuuya. In fact, in this following manga pannel Dazai is telling Chuuya that if he is willing to listen him, he will stage his own escape so that Chuuya doesn't get punnished.

Honestly, if Dazai didn't care enough for Chuuya, he wouldn't have mentioned this to him. Chuuya didn't care enough to realize that he literally unwillingly freed Dazai which would get the pm mad at him, so the fact that Dazai is literally helping him out is no doubt out of care for him. If Dazai didn't have any regard for Chuuya he would've not staged his escape or mentioned anything to Chuuya, eventually incriminating him.

There are many misconceptions when it comes to Dazai's feelings towards Chuuya, people think that he doesn't care for him due to the fact that he left the Port Mafia, leaving Chuuya behind. But heres the thing: Dazai's intentions had nothing to do with Chuuya. He left the organization for his own good, he left it to fullfill Oda's wish.

"If Dazai cared for Chuuya then why didn't he take Chuuya with him?" the reason is simple, he knows how much the PM means to Chuuya. In stormbringer it is shown that Chuuya feels as if his humanity is attached to the people he is loyal to, in this case its the port mafia. Verlaine wanted to get rid of the pm because he believed that the pm is what kept Chuuya's humanity, eventually making Chuuya believe that he is only human if he stays loyal to the pm. Dazai knows this. Thats exactly why he didn't take Chuuya with him or even explains to Chuuya why he left, he knows it would be selfish to basically rip Chuuya's sense of humanity apart.

I have a feeling that if Dazai told Chuuya about the real reason he left the Port Mafia, Chuuya will not only feel conflicted about being in the pm, but he would also have an inner conflict with himself as a human.

People also think Dazai may not really care for him because of the fact that after the fight against Lovecraft he actualy deserted him, maybe that part was truly just supposed to be seen as simple humor, but either way I want to talk about it. Chuuya's only request to Dazai was to take him back to base safe, so why did Dazai leave Chuuya behind?

I mean he has carried Chuuya back to saftey before with no problem, for example in stormbringer when Chuuya uses corruption for the first time Dazai carries him back to the billiards bar and not to the mafia’s base so that he could say goodbye to his passing friends.

The reson behind this is because Mori needs to know that unlike Dazai, Chuuya is absolutely loyal to him. Leaving Chuuya the way he did will make Mori believe that these two really are at each others throats and that Dazai is insignificant to Chuuya. Making it seem that for Chuuya, the mafia comes first before anything else.

Therefore Dazai established Chuuya's saftey within the mafia since not only does Mori want these two to be hostile with each other, he doesn't want Chuuya to eventually turn against him if he truly found out more about Dazai's true reason of departure. Then again, this isn't canon but it is a logical assumption.

Not to mention that although Dazai did leave him behind, he folded Chuuya's coat and hat before taking his leave. There is also an an extra chapter where Ozaki Kouyou was talking with Chuuya but when he left he forgot his coat, which made Kouyou came across the coat; where she noticed a badge sewed inside saying "Name: Hatrack", she smiled fondly thinking to herself that some things just never change, in this case, Dazai and Chuuya's bond.

Dazai literally took his time to sew this into his coat just to tease him, it was a simple gesture but it shows us how their dynamic will never change. No matter what these two go through, they will always share a bond that consists on teasing, trust and underlying care.

All of this actually makes that theory of Dazai planting a bomb under Chuuya's car for the sole reason that the PM doesn't find Chuuya as an acomplice who aided Dazai on his escape much more feasable.

For Dazai to just plant a bomb under Chuuya's car with no motive makes no sense because if Dazai's true intentions were to simply mess with Chuuya, he would've most likely made it clear at that time. Dazai always has an underlying motive behind his actions, and in this case it is very likely that he did that for Chuuya's sake.

Don't get me wrong, I am aware that the bomb incident could've just been a comedic moment and I shouldn't look too much into it, but there is still a posibility, right?

These two hold so much trust and care for one another, yet they also hold a lot of bitterness and resentment. In the end the good aspects of their dynamic outweighs the bad.

Either you see these two in a platonic or romantic way, you can't tell me that their bond isn't significant.

Thank you so much for reading!! I wanted to talk about this for a while because I feel like people misinterpret Dazai's feelings towards Chuuya a lot so I hope this clears up things a bit<3

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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years

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HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

You're the head cheerleader at UA.

We're gonna say its UA university, so like class 4-A.

Bakugou is your boyfriend

He plays on the football team 😫

But he got suspended for a little because he saw Deku (yes I'm adding Deku in this, @ me why dont you)

Deku plays on the rival team, he switched schools cause he felt like he wasnt reaching his full potential.

Bakugou basically broke Deku's mf leg, it's a surprise he wasnt kicked off the team, but the he's the star player.

The only reason the UA football team is even in the nationals is cause of Bakugou.

Anyway, Kiri and Sero were roasting the absolute shit outta him for getting suspended.

"PLEASE- HE COULDN'T EVEN KEEP THE BEST SPOT ON THE TEAM KEKEKEK"

*LMAO* "DAMN BAKUBRO, YOU GOT FLAMED"

Bakugou was ready to blast all their asses to the moon and back, until Denki said that he probably couldnt even keep a spot on the cheer squad, it's even more brutal than football and the outfits are too risque.

It went dead silent when poor bby said that, cause everyone knew not to challenge Bakugou.

He immediately stood up from his spot on the couch in the study hall, marching over to Denki and grabbing him by the collar.

"More brutal than football? Hah, you're out of your goddamn mind, Sparky. I can do that shit anyday, even in that girly ass skirt."

Denki smirked

"Wanna bet?"

And that's how he found himself wearing a custom made UA cheer uniform, face red in embarrassment but still determined to not chicken out. If he got through this, he'd get $50 from everyone in the squad except for Mina

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

When Bakugou had come to you, red in the face and hands shaking in embarrassment, asking for a cheer uniform, you almost passed out in shock.

The Katsuki Bakugou, star Football player, top of his class in strength and brains, wanted to cheer? Nah, you were buggin. He wouldn't tell you why, only a harsh, "You gonna give me the uniform or not?" Before giving you a quick and kind of violent kiss on the cheek, scampering off with the bright orange fabric in his hands.

Leading up to the big game for the finals, he would hang around during practice and watch you command the girls, having them jump and twist into complicated positions. You spot him peeping and called him over, teasingly asking him if he could do a cartwheel, not expecting him to actually do one. He has almost perfect form, a little wobbly on the drop down but beautiful nonetheless. You pursed your lips, looking him up and down before clapping your hands loudly, causing him to jump.

"Change of plans, ladies! We now have a new member joining the team, at least for the game next week. I'll need you to be understanding and patient in teaching him the routine, and no making fun!!"

The other girls nod understandingly, surrounding him despite his yells and protests.

You smirk to yourself.

This is gonna be so much fun.

♡♡

A week passes, and you're in the changing room with the girls, handing out their uniforms. You get to the bottom of the bin, and realize theres a pantsuit. You widen your eyes in shock. If the pantsuit is in there, than that means-

"Y/N IM GOING TO KILL YOU"

Shit.

You jog out of the locker rooms, looking around until you see a shaking head of ash blonde hair. You make your way over to him, stifling a laugh when you see him wearing large sweats, the outline of the orange skirt peeking out. He doesnt have a sweatshirt on, so you're blessed with the sight of his pecs and abs bulging out, sweat already dripping down his body due to the heat of the stadium and the embarrassment racking his body.

"I'm so sorry, Katsu. I didnt realize I gave you the girl version of the uniform."

He scoffs, subconsciously reaching up to tug at the crop top.

"Just get me the damn boy version, you shitty-"

"ALRIIIGHT EVERYONE, ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE!!"

You both jump at the sound of the announcers voice, the crowd roaring back.

"WELL THEN GET READY, FOLKS. WE HAVE A WONDERFUL PREFORMANCE FROM THE UA CHEER SQAUD. GIVE EM A HAND."

You look at Bakugou in apology, before rushing the girls out, gesturing for him to hurry as you run out onto the field, the UA side cheering loudly while the rival team boos. Bakugou let's out a huff, shoving his sweats down and running out with you, not looking up. The minute the crowd sees him running with you, the stadium fills with laughter and wolf whistles, some of his teammates fanning themselves in mockery. He growls at them, intimidating but not scary due to the bright orange crop top and skirt he's donning.

The music starts and everyone gets into formation, Bakugou at the far right and you at the left. You start to do your routine, shaking your hips and yelling along to the music, moving around and doing flips. You form a pyramid, Bakugou on the base and you somewhat in the middle. The top girl flips off, does a twirl in the sir and lands in front of you, shouting the UA cheer before you all follow suit, cheering on your team while shimmying around. You turn to see how Bakugou is doing during the end, and the sight that greets you is heaven;

He's heaving for hair, sweat slicking down his hair and dripping down his abs, the skirt flowing and moving along with his thick thigh, which tremble from exertion. He's panting hard, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to nail a pose, wobbling slightly. You gulp hard, shaking your head to clear the thoughts starting to surface, thoughts of fucking him in that uniform, sucking his cock from under the skirt, riding him in your uniform, lifting the hem to see where you're connected. Ripping the crop top to see his puffy nipples, making him moan and tremble underneath you from the pleasure, calling him a cute little slut for wearing that little piece of fabric.

You break from your thought when the music cuts out, roars and screams deafening, even the opposing team cheering for you and the beefy man in the skirt.

You all bow and trot off the center felikd, making your way to the benches you drink water before the team starts playing. Bakugou makes his way over to you, gulping down water from his bottle. Some of it spills out his mouth, rolling down his throat, scattering when his Adam's apple bobs. It makes a trail into the swell of his pecs, disappearing. You look up his body slowly, face heating in embarrassment when you meet his eyes, a cocky smirk on his face when he realizes you were ogling him.

"Ya see sumthin' you want, Baby?"

You grit your teeth at him, grabbing his collar and dragging him off into the space between the bleachers.

He sputters at you when you reach under his skirt and grab the barely concealed bugle there, smirking up at him.

"See sumthin you want, Baby?"

You taunt, rubbing him through the fabric of his boxers.

He groans from above you, muttering out a breathy "Its from adrenaline-"

Before pushing his lips against yours, sucking your lip into his mouth while his hips stutter against your hands. You pull away, grinning when you see him chase your lips.

"Are you sure it's from adrenaline, or is it cause you were prancin around out there like some pretty little whore, hm?"

Bakugou clenches his eyes shut, blushing hard and growling low in his throat.

"Shut the fuck up. I didnt do it for that-"

"Well you still did it, and you looked so good, too, 'Suki. Wanted to suck your cock the whole time."

He whimpers at that, hips moving forward to push against your hand more, pre leaking out and making his boxers sticky against your palm.

"Mm, you like that? Like me praising you? Calling you a good boy and telling you how much I wanted your fat cock shoved down my throat? "

His head falls against your shoulder, moaning into the side of your neck as his balls tighten, cum soaking his boxers and dripping out onto your hand. You lick up his neck, making him shudder.

"There you go, pretty boy."

♡♡

When the game is over, he stomps over to the squad, snatching their money aggressively before making him way back to you, scowling when you land a harsh smack against his ass.

"Is it just me, or is Bakugou glowing?"

♡♡♡

@hanji-is-life your Bakugou in a skirt inspired me to write this Bakugou in a skirt.

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 3 years

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A Bad Feeling Pt 1

Levi x Reader

Part 1

Paring: Levi Ackerman x Cadet reader

Warnings: 18+ attempted rape/assault, cursing, mention of injury, violence

Summary: Reader feels uncomfortable around a overly friendly captain. Are they just over reacting? Or is there something else going on. What will Levi do when he finds out?

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A.n. ok so I literally wrote this in one go, it's probably trash but I wanted to post it anyway. Please lemme know what you think in the comments! Thank you!

"Y/n! captain Oro is asking for you" you did your best to hide the discomfort Armins words made you feel.

You smiled what you hoped was a convincing one and nodded. With a deep breath you made your way to Captains Oro's office.

Ever since you had been introduced to him those few weeks ago, he had taken a special liking to you. At first you had been excited, having such a highly skilled and well known captain take notice of you was one of the best feelings. Especially since your squad leader, Levi wasn't exactly heavy on praise.

Everyone loved Captain Oro, he was known for his strength and stamina on the battle field. He was both charismatic, and charming. Your fellow cadets practically swooned over him. You couldn't help but also get caught up in his perfection. At first that is..

Over time you noticed things about your meetings that put you on edge. An unnecessary shoulder touch here, a too low pat on the back there. Something was off. And although you had done your best to distance yourself from him, it was hard when your squads often had to work together.

But it was hard to say anything against him because even your cold blooded captain seemed to enjoy his presence.

Once you brought it up to your friend Sasha, about how you felt he was being too friendly. But she waved her hand and basically said you were worrying for nothing, he was just a friendly guy. And you were being dramatic.

Maybe you were overreacting? If captain levi approved of him, surely that meant he was a decent person right? Maybe he was just being really really friendly.

You decided to give him a chance and knocked on his door when you finally arrived.

"Come in" a muffled voice came from the other side.

With a click you entered the candlelit room. It was nearing sundown after all.

"Ah cadet y/n! Perfect, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something?" He smiled angelically and gestured towards a parchment on his desk.

"Of course sir" you nodded and approached him, reminding yourself of what sasha said. Just relax.

From the way the parchment was positioned you had no choice but to come to his side of the desk.

"Do you see this area here?" He gestured to what you now saw was a map. "What do you think of leading a squad through here instead of what we originally planned?"

The next 30 minutes you spent completely and professionally discussing strategies. Being the member of your squad that was best at this, made him asking for you completely justified. You felt bad for ever doubting his intentions.

"Thank you y/n, I think I have a better idea of what course we should pursue on our next expedition" he smiled sincerely.

"I'm glad I could be of service" you nodded and allowed a relaxed smile to pass your features. Feeling stupid you had judged him so harshly.

" If you wouldnt mind just one more thing?" You nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers.

"If you could look over this report of the last mission before I send it out? See if theres anything else to add?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to Captain" you grabbed the stack.

"And please if you can, return them to me tonight, I'll need them for the meeting bright and early"

"Yes sir, I'll finish it asap, good evening" and with that you exused yourself.

Tonight? It was already sundown. Well whatever, hes so busy he probably doesn't know what time of day it is.

You found a quiet spot amonsgt the crowds in the common room and got to work.

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"Oi brat, it's passed curfew, go to your room now, we have important work tommorow" the unmistakable voice of your captain rang through the now empty hall.

You looked up in surprise and meet his usual scowl, not even realizing how late it had gotten.

"Hai, s-sorry captain, I'll go now" you gathered the report and quickly left, not wanting to receive another scolding for taking too long.

Oh crap you still had to deliever the report. Changing routes you snuck quietly down the familiar hallways. Not particularly feeling like running into Levi again. Something about him always made you act just a little dumber and it was definitely not because of your non existent crush on him...definitely not.. he was just intimidating is all.

*knock knock*

You waited patiently but there was no answer. Crap did he already go to bed? But he knew I was coming? Ugh what should I do? He needs these reports..

With a sigh you change direction again and head for his personal chambers. There was no way you were getting in trouble for not delivering these reports on time.

You smiled when you saw dim light flood from beneath the door.

Lightly you knocked, "Captain Oro, its y/n, sorry it's so late but I have the rep-" you were cut off abruptly when the door swung open and there stood Oro.

Except he looked nothing like the Oro you were used too seeing. His hair was loose from it's normal slicked back do, and the edges were dripping slightly. His shirt was loosely thrown on revealing a decent amount of skin. He must've just bathed.. you could see why the girls were so obsessed with him. He was, platonically speaking, a very gorgeous man.

You were taken aback but reminded yourself that you did knock after hours so of course he wasnt going to be all soldiered up.

"U-um s-sorry Captain, I have the reports" you averted your eyes and shoved the reports in his direction.

"Ah y/n, thank you, would you please put them on my table? My hands are still slightly wet." He laughed holding them up innocently.

"S-sure" god why were you stuttering so much, you fight goddamn titans for a living?! But somehow you were more nervous now than when a 10meter was clawing at you.

You entered the room and tried to avoid looking around too much.

You always wondered what the inside of the higher ups rooms look-

*click*

You whipped around, alarm bells suddenly back in full force.

"Captain what are you-"

"You're such a good girl, you know that y/n?" Oros whole demeanor changed and you cursed yourself for not trusting your earlier instincts.

"U-um" you really did not know what to say or do as he took a couple steps closer.

"Always so obedient for me, I think you deserve a reward don't you?"

Shit

"That's not...that's not necessary captain, I really should be going" you tried to lunge for the door but he was quicker and much much stronger.

"I don't believe I dismissed you cadet..." he purred pinning your arms to the door in the blink of an eye.

You were by no means weak, but your struggles were useless against him.

"Let me go" it took all your strength not to stutter in fear.

"How adorable, you know I love it when you follow my orders so well, but I think..." you shivered in disgust as you felt his lips near your neck and press down.

"I'd like to see you fight me as well" you whimpered as he sucked and bit down on the soft flesh.

"S-stop it, p-please" he smirked and looked into your fearful eyes with his lustful ones. "Stop? But that's not what you really want is it? You see I know exactly how girls like you are" he chuckled darkly and moved one of his hands to grip both your arms, while the other slid lower. You gasped when he cupped your breast. "S-stop! I'll, ill scream If you don't!" You felt a tear slide down your shaking form.

"Scream?" He snickered like you had told the funniest joke.

"Go ahead and scream doll, itll be very interesting to see what happens"

"W-what?" You were utterly confused.

"Think about it, if someone walks in on us, what would they think? Seeing a cadet after hours in her superiors chambers?"

"B-but I! I was bringing the reports i wasn't-!"

"Do you honestly think theyll care what you have to say? Who do you think theyll believe y/n? You a nobody cadet who's been fighting titans for 3 seconds? Or me, a selfless hero whos saved countless of scouts lives? All I have to tell them is that you came into my room and tried to seduce me. When I tried to restrain you, you screamed. Who do you think theyll listen too? Why else would you be here so late at night?"

"Y-You're..you're insane, you're not a hero, y-you're a coward who-" he grasped your jaw harshly causing you to wince.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours y/n" he squeezed harder. I am your superior after all, and we wouldnt want any nasty rumors going around that would have you suspended from the survey corps now would we?" He bent down and to your horror pressed his lips against yours.

Fuck fuck what do I do?!? Hes blackmailing me now. I cant fight him, hes too strong, think think think.

But your mind was blank when his cold lips pressed against your lips again. "Open your mouth" he ordered in a voice laced with animilistac lust.

You abruptly turned your head away desperate to get away.

"Heh, always such a tease" he traced a finger up and down your cheek, flipping over your lips. "I'll enjoy this-"

"CAPTAIN ORO, COMMANDER ERWIN REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN HIS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY" a voice shouts from the other side of the locked door.

With an annoyed sigh, Oro pulls away slightly, "Did he say why?" He lazily looks over in the direction of the door.

"NO SIR!"

"guess it can't be helped... Alright tell him I'll be there shortly" he yelled out.

"Hai" the footsteps recended and you stood deathly still.

He pulled away from you and you immediately pulled your wrists to you, they were an angry red, and it scared you how much strength he had so effortlessly displayed.

"Sorry doll, it looks like we'll have to continue this another night" he stepped away and began dressing normally as if he hadn't just been assaulting you 5 second ago. You quickly make for the door but his voice falters your step, "Oh and y/n?"

You dont look at him, but fear held you in place until he finished, "If you mention our little moment to anyone, you know what will happen" you nodded quickly, anything to appease him and get out.

When the door shut behind you, you felt the flood of tears break through.

D-did, d-did that really happen?!?

You held a hand to quiet your sobs and quickly dashed through the hallways.

You're heart thumped and you felt the need to vomit. You hadn't felt this way since the first time youd encounted a titan. All you wanted to do was get to the safety of your room, just through the hall.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on you when a cold voice shouted out and halted your movements. Please not now, oh god any time but now.

"Oi cadet y/n are you deaf as well as dumb? I asked you a question.

"Why are you out past curfew?" he sounded definitely annoyed and you gathered all your strength to hold the sobs out of your voice.

Without turning around you answered, "I-I had to deliver some r-reports..I'll head to my room now.." you stepped forward hoping he would let you go but you were not so lucky.

"Oi brat, did you hit your head? I didn't dismiss you yet. Not to mention you haven't even addressed me properly, maybe some time cleaning up horse shit will remind you how to respect your superiors" fuck he was definitely angry now.

Still you didn't turn around, you couldn't..."S-sorry Captain Levi, I'll do better in the future.." you barely could even focus on the words coming out of your mouth, your heart was beating a mile a minute. Please just leave me alone!

"Hahh" Levi uttered in disbelief and severe annoyance, even the most novice of cadets turn around when being spoken to by a superior. "Are you trying to piss me off brat?!?"

"No sir..." still you didnt turn around, but gulped in fear when you heard sharp footsteps near you.

"Cadet y/n, you have three seconds to turn around and salute me properly before I throw you into the cells for insubordination" he ordered in his dangerously calm voice, that you never thought would be directed at you.

Having no other choice you slowly turn around, hoping to god the darkness of the room would be enough to hide your current state.

You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over your face, but gave a proper salute. Hiding the Wince that came when the tender flesh of your wrist had to bend.

Your eyes were trained on the floor. And you tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

"At least you remember how to-" abruptly his harsh scolding stopped.

Why did he stop?! Fuck did he notice something. No no calm down, he probably just is coming up with another punishment...right?

Wrong...

Levi was far from being done with dicisplining you but he caught sight of your bruised wrist and furrowed his brows immediately. He knew for a fact the last time you spoke in the hall those had not been there. He was quick to take in the rest of your demeanor and knew immediately that the reason you were acting disrespectful was because something was wrong.

"Cadet y/n.." he said suspiciously slow and not full of anger anymore.

"Y-yes?" Please dont ask me, please dont ask me, please dont-

"Look at me"

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Part 2 here

Okay so that's part 1! Please comment and lemme know what you think🥰also I'm super sensitive so please no hateful comments. Thanks for reading!

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sungsungie · 3 years

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NCT Dream’s reaction to you coming home drunk — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

nct dream x gn reader !!

fluff // mentions of alcohol

Mark

one of your friends drove you home from a party, because you were obviously very intoxicated.

“thanks for the ride” you said as you sloppily closed the car door and walked to the front door of your apartment.

you got the key out of your pocket and unlocked the door.

as soon as you step foot in the house you start going bazerk, yelling things like “MARK LEEEE” and “HELP I NEED TO FEED THE FISH”.

mark looks out of the cracked door to you guys’ bedroom and laughs.

“the fish?? wait” his laughter starts to have undertones of slight confusion.

he walks out of the door and stands in front of you “y/n we don’t have fish!” he says, still finding this hilarious.

“ahh you are the fish mark!!” you say drowsily, starting to cry ??

this is why he told you not to drink anymore!!!

“wait wait don’t cry” mark quietly says now holding in his laughter.

he hugs you and afterwards takes you into you guys’ room to rest, as he could tell you needed it <3

Renjun

you open the door of your apartment, aggressively slamming the door behind you.

“woah woah woah calm down” renjun says after looking up from the couch, laughing.

he slowly walks towards you with suspicion on his face. “are you drunk?”

“whaaat nooo why would I be drunk you know I don’t drinkk~~~” you utter.

still giggling, he pats your head finding you very cute, even drunk.

such a simp

“okay cmon babe let’s go, you need sleep.”

“NOOO i’m not tired” you refuse, pulling away.

renjun gives you a warning look and gently grabs your hand back, kissing you on the cheek.

“yes you are. now c’mon.”

you manage to get out an “uaghh okay”

before getting pulled into your bedroom and tucked into bed, neatly and swiftly.

“sleep well. if you need anything i’ll be in the living room. okay? I love you baby.”

and with that, he kisses your forehead and gently closes the door.

Jeno

you come home, extremely loud and wild.

jeno honestly doesn’t have much of a reaction because, well yk jaemin loud asf so hes used to it😕

“HAYYYY JENOOO AYOOO”

he just looks at you and laughs, going alone with it. “AYOOO Y/N”

you both laugh and he pulls you into his lap on the couch.

“what are you watching?? telletubbies?”

he cackles and shakes his head “this is a drama not telletubies. are you drunk? you are acting crazy”

“honestly, yes I am.” you both die of laughter again and he wraps his arms around you.

“you could have invited me” he says, looking at you.

“IT WAS MY FRIENDS BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!” you yell, in a funny voice.

he giggles and puts his hands up “okay okayy sorry.”

you guys spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking on the couch.

Haechan

you come home to see him on his phone, calling someone.

“GET OFF OF THE PHONE IM HERE!!”

he jumps, looking at you in confusion “ARE YOU INSANE?”

you laugh and admit blatantly. “sorry, I’m drunk”

he looks at you with disappointment. “aghh i apologize, my s/o is crazy.” and hangs up the phone.

“HEY IM NOT CRAZY!!!” you say playfully slapping him in the arm.

“OW?? CMON YOU’RE GOING TO BED” he says, dragging you to your room.

he tucks you in and after looking down at you for a while, starts smiling.

“what” you say, drowsily.

he giggles and starts moving his hands through your hair. “you’re just so cute”

you smile and start to fall asleep.

“silly y/n” he says, watching you for a bit then laying down beside of you.

Jaemin

you walk in, not closing the door behind you.

“hm?” jaemin turns around from the kitchen, as he is making dinner.

“y/n? baby? you good? he asks as he walks away from the kitchen and closes the front door.

he goes into you guys’ shared room and is surprised to see you passed out on the bed.

“ahhh. she’s drank again.”

he gently squeezes your shoulder, making you wake up, angry and still drunk.

“ughh what do you want old man” you mutter out, laying your head back down.

jaemin gasps, putting his hand on his chest. “old man?” he starts laughing.

“okay well the old man wants to know if you still want dinner or not.”

you pry your face off of the comforter and look at him, annoyed. “no”

he laughs and pats your head “okay, have a nice sleep love.”

you lay your head back down and go to sleep instantly again.

“cutie”

Chenle

Chenle is playing with daegal in the living room when you suddenly burst through the door.

“daegal is she bonkers or what” he whispers to the dog.

“what did you just say?? is who bonkers??? I AM NOT BONKERS!!!” you say, angrily but also laughing.

“I didn’t say anyone was bonkers” he looks at you trying not to laugh.

“sure you didn’t commander lala!!”

chenle suddenly bursts out in laughter, saying “WHO IS COMMANDER LALA?”

you run to him and skittishly pretend like you’re going to beat him up, making him fall back.

“AHH NO NO WAIT WAIT I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN IT WAIT”

you laugh and fall into his lap, looking up at him.

“did you know that-“

chenle looks down at you to see you have fallen asleep and cackles.

“I didnt know that woww” he says, caressing your face, smiling.

“daegal, give me a paw if y/n shouldnt drink anymore.”

Jisung

you come in the door and close it sneakily.

“y/n what are you doing” jisung looks at you and laughs, standing up and putting his phone in his pocket.

“AWW THERES MY JISUNGIE” you excitedly say and run up to him, squishing his cheeks.

“what?” he says laughing shyly.

you ruffle his hair. “you’re so cute awww”

“you’re crazy” he says smiling, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the top of your head.

you follow him to you guys’ room and sit on the desk chair, putting on jisung’s headset.

he turns to you and laughs “you gonna play cod?”

“yes” you say confidently and he sits on the bed behind you to watch.

within the first 2 minutes you are killed, which makes your eyes start watering.

“aww that’s too ba- wait are you okay?” he says as he tries not to laugh and hugs you again.

“cmon how about we put you to sleep, okay?” he pulls your hand to the bed and lays beside of you.

“goodnight sung” you say and lay on his chest.

he grins. “goodnight y/n”.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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The Deal Part Three

Summary: august doesn't know how to lose.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Slight Smut, Mentioned Threesomes, M/M, M/F/M, poly relationship, Toys, Seduction, Dom Sub, BDSM, Praise Kink, Swearing.

August hummed running a finger back and forth on the rim of his glass as he watched the screen,you were on the bed rocking onto your new toy like crazy.

"She really does this everyday?" Clark asked from beside him with a frown, but august could see the kid was turned on, licking and biting his lip as you fucked yourself desperately with your new vibrator.

"Everyday, for a week now..." august hummed twisting his chair to and fro flicking his gaze from the subby on screen to the soon to be sub sat beside him.

"... am i? Am i not enough?" Clark asked tentatively blinking at agaust in a way that made the agent smile smugly.

"Its not that kid, shes gone without playing our game for soo long she forgot how addictive it is, how much she needs it" he explained.

"Needs? Have... i mean shes missed it?" Clark uttered feeling less confident in his ability to satisfy you by the second.

"Probably not, well not untill our little experiment"

"Why?" Clark asked still not understanding

"Being a sub is... more then just sex, subs need to submit its therapeutic for them... when in a scene they just let themselves go, all worry and stress disappear. All they need to do is live in the moment and obey" august began slowly as he stopped swaying his chair and faced clark head on pinning him with a look.

It was there, the curiosity. Good. Its what he hoped for, it was why he'd called clark there to 'catch up'

It was time to make his move, top the man of steel whilst having you making your own little porno in the background to help things along.

"So she cant truly relax without it?" Clark muttered still unaware of the agents motives.

"In a sense yes. She craves being dominated, its as natural to her as being a goody two shoes is for you" august purred placing his drink on the glass computer table fendingnoff a smirk as clark took the bait.

"Hey! Im not a goody two shoes-" the kryptonian grunted offended.

But august was prepared, he'd planned this meeting meticulously and his anwser rolled off his tongue with a laugh.

"Your thirty five years old and have absolutly no run ins with the law, no parking fines no speeding tickets hell you never even had a single detention in your entire shcool life! Or have you handed in an assignment or book report in late"

"But i killed a man- i took a life" clark tried to argue but was waed off with another laugh.

"Zod was no man, he was a fucking alien... no offence, you took a life to save billions... so its not really making you a badass"

"Lazer vision is pretty badass..." clark huffed slumping back in his seat now looking like a classic putig brat.

"Oh? Is my litttle clark sulking?" August cooed gravely voice making clark pause at the sultry tone... he must be hearing things.

"Im not sulking! And im not your anything!" Clark growled snapping at the agent.

"Behave yourself!" August growled leveling him with a look, and couldnt help smirk again as clark shut himself up and flushed.

Your desperate cries called out over the moniter as you rutting onto the toy the wet sounds adding to the scene.

Clark flushed finalky turning away from august making the agent preen. Oh he had him in the palm of his hand already~

"Good boy. You are arent you? A very good boy clark- the best" august purred leaning forward gazing at the younger man with a cheshire grin, that only grew wider as clark flushed brighter and shuddered.

"I.. err well yes" clark panted shiftingnin his seat tryingmto keep his eyes on the screen as you wailed and yelped trying to draw out a climax.

"Oh whats this? Your going all shy on me? Tell me is it because i called you a good boy~ do you like praise clark?" Augusut grinned leaning closer still to the now frozen younger male

"N-no its err... i should go-" clark started shuffljng backwards needing to get out of here, because it was true. He loved praise especially in the bedroom, he loved being told how good he was.

August purringnat him whilst he eyes were fixed on you rollingnaroundnin bed toying yourslef into a sexual frenzie was... making him think of thingsnhe probably shouldnt.

"No. Sit, stay... thats it, theres nothing to be embarrassed about, many powerful men enjoy being praised" August growled latching onto clarks arms holding them to the arms of the seat.

"Being taken care of, told what to do~" august purred standing befor the mighty man of steel leaning close to his face.

Clark gulped but didnt move back, he didnt pull away like he should have.

Instead he eyed augusts lips, clark had the overwhelming urge to.aste them.

It confused him, he'd never ever dabbled in same sex relationships, never experimented. Never shared a woman with another before that fatefull night.

But for some reason august was apealing, drawing clark in. August was apble to overpower him, not physically but he commanded obedience.

August held a dangerous cocksure demeanor that clark rarely saw.

"Is that what you want? Clark~ do you want to be controlled and praised just once? More then once?" August hummed dippjng closer and closer, clark couldnt help tipp his head up.

"Y/n is always such a brat. Just look at her, desperately trying to fuck herself into a coma, despite knowing we hadnt allowed her to touch her pussy" august pulled the pffice chair clark was sat in to closer to him, making the kryptonian drown in his scent, the cologne and sweet arousal that was alreading sworling arohnd him.

Clark swallowed dryly, unsure what was happeningnto him, the sounds of yu moaning a crying ot so sweetly, the praise and authority radiating off august in waves.

It was the same dominant aura and comanding deep voice that had made crks cock twitch in both threesomes they had indulged.

Clark had tried denying it at the time, convincing himslef he was cuaght up in the erotic forbidden act. It was just a thrill of the moment thing. It didnt bmean he wanted the older dominating alpha male and all his bravado.

August grinned shifting forward again filling clarks vision, for a human auguast was large, almost as large as he was.

"Sure she'll listen when she feels like it but... I can't help thinking she needs a role model..." clark hummed absentmidely nodding agreeing falling further into his own haze.

"Someone else to show her how she should behave... someone who will get rewarded for being soo good... maybe a good boy?" August purred finally taking the plunge and weaving jis way around the man. His words coiling around the younger male ensnareing him in his carefully constructed web of teasing words.

Clakr gasped as his chin was captured by the agent forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Would you like that clark? Do you want to be not just a good boy, but my good boy-our good boy?" The words hung in the air, winding the man of steel.

"W-what?" He stuttered tryingnto fathom what the older man meant. But couldnt deny the excitment in his gut.

Did he mean it? Would he really include clark in this kink? Make it official and let these forbidden threesomes continue?

"Oh dont play coy, i know what your thinking~ its natural to be curious, just think we could all be one~" august whispered movjng his thumb over clarks bottom lip.

"We could all play together and all get what we need." He purred smirking as clark gave all the right signs, eyes wide, pupils blown wide shifting in his seat as he cock rose, curtesy of both his praise and the loud wanton moans from you bringing yourslef to the edge of rapture yet again.

"You get the praise and love of a little brat, and a strict dom, y/n gets a role model, a dom and keeps her life partner" august listed shifting on his feet again reeling clark in with low coos full of promise.

The agent curled his hand, cupping clarks cheek coaxing him closer luring his face closer.

"A-And you?" Clark dared to utter, feeling both excited, anxious and overwhelmed, he wanted nothing but to jump at the chance, but was frightened at the same time.

He would admit he'd been a little jealous of all the praise you'd got from august in both encounters.

Closingnhis eyes imagining it was him! That the older influential man had been calljng him a good boy, had been teling him how impressed he was, how proud he was!

Clark was embarrassed and had quickly shook away the desperate thoughts. He wasnt gay, why would he have such thoughts?

He summarised he was just too needy and had gone without. You told him how brilliant and big he was, how sexy and strong and fantastic he is in the bedroom but... with august it was different.

The older male praised down at him! Cooing and fussing at him in a different way. Treated him like a sub and clark liked it. Probably too mucn.

"I get the little brat i've been missing and a very very good boy"

"So what do you say, do you want to let go? Be free and experience things you'd only dreamt of?" August preened keeping clarks attention fixed on him asmhe manipulated him, august had noticed clark had a praise kink.

A weakness. A need who was august to pass up useing the little kink to get the subby he wanted~

"I...I'm..." clark hesitated looking passed august to you on the screen who was digging around beside your bed looking for something.

"All you have to do is say the words clark, just say yes sir and you can have all the pleasure and praise you could ever hope for~ both you and y/n we could make this permanent"

"See look? Just watch, y/n needs her dom, needs to be tamed again we could do it clark... you can show her how to be good again~" august breathed over clarks cheek side steppjng him to reveal the screen.

And clark did look, groaning as he saw that you had rolled over and was straddling a different suction cup dildo stuck to a little hand mirror face up on the bed slapping your own ass as you bounced frantically.

"Just say those words and we can help her together" august hummed into his ear like the devil on his shoulder, tempting him

Clark gasped feeling augusts breath on his neck, his wisters ghosting the delicat skin.

Then in a bold move the older man pressed a soft feather light kiss to the kryptonian's neck.

And it worked

"I... y-yes, can we? Please sir" clark breathed out stuttering and jumbling his words unable to hold back his pleading.

"Good boy clark~ such a good seet boy you are~ i knew it, knew youd be brave enough, you've made me soo proud" august showered him with praise biting off a victorious grin.

Clark mewled closingnhis eyes for a second beaming a smile feeling this strange relaxation take over, suddenly he felt free, and small.

It was a feeling he craved, being the strongest all the time was a heavy burden to bare, now he could feel powerless for once.

August chuckled and pressed another kiss to clark this time on his cheek making the younger male's cheeks glow.

August couldnt get enough, the power trip of having the man of steel under his command was far to intoxicating.

"Now why dont you go get our little brat and we can tie her up and show her that good subby's get rewards" august prompted him stepping around clark completely letti g himstand up.

Clark nodded and shot off out onto the balcony and leapt into the sky eagwr to please his new dom and do as he was told.

August took his seat agin wrappjng his fingers around his glass of scotch and raised the glass to the screen that now had both his subs onscreen, as clark wrangled you into his arms wrapping the bedsheet arohnd you.

"Mission accomplished" he hummed smirking as clark wrapped you in your soiled bedsheet before you both disappeared off screen.

He stood and knocked back the last of his drink and padded across the pent house heading to the play room just as he heard both of hos little subs land and enter his home.

#henry cavill #clark kent x you #clark kent x August Walker #august walker #clark kent #august walker x you #august walker x y/n #clark kent x y/n #august walker x clark kent x y/n #oh for fic sake headcannon

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inlovewithhisblueeyes · 3 years

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Borrowed

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: Talks about Suicide, Survivor’s Guilt, Depression, Parental Abuse, Panic Attacks, Use of Platonic Pet Names

A/N: Today is my 22nd birthday. I have always had issues regarding my birthday and getting older. I spent 12 years of my life actively wishing I was dead and never expecting to make it to 18. It’s hard for me to understand that I’m still here 4 years after my believed expiry date. I’m getting better each year at dealing with all the feelings that come with my birthday. I’m okay and this piece helped me get out what I struggle with telling others. The nice thing at least is this year I’m not spending this day alone.

You let out a shaky breath as you laid out in the grass. The stars were just barely shining through the cloudy sky above you. The night breeze was still warm enough that you didn’t need a jacket. It would have been a pleasant night if the voices lurking in the back of your mind had taken some time off for once.

Tonight they were screaming at you, louder than ever before. Their voices bounced off the walls your mind, echoing endlessly. The pain in your chest was too much to bare. It was a crushing weight that threatened to flatten you to utter nothingness. No matter what you did to cope it just wasn’t working like it normally would.

You had to swallow down the bile that was trying to creep up your throat. There was an ever present fear seeping from every single pore as you did the one card you had left to play. You didn’t want to do this on tonight of all nights. Hands shaking you type out the words that could save or damn you.

10:28 PM Midnight Picnic. Delivered …. Read ✓

The swell of anxiety becomes too much as you wait for those little dots to appear. You toss your phone next to you as you struggle to hold back tears. The voices seem grow into a roar as the minutes slip away. Everything he ever said to you is stuck on repeat in your head

Burden….

You held him back…

It was your fault…

You ruined his life…

If only you hadn’t been born…

You didn’t deserve to be alive…

They all loved him better than you…

Useless…

Replaceable…

Selfish…

You hadn’t even realized that the tears had burst out, painting your cheeks, your neck, your shirt and most likely staining the ground under you. It’s not until you feel something pressing down on you and warmness chasing the tears off your face that you realize you had been hyperventilating. A soft clicking comes from somewhere behind you as you finally open your tear-blinded eyes. There, resting on top of your shaking form, was a fuzzy face you knew too well.

“Kal, up,” the figure behind you utters,” You gotta let her up, boy.”

The bear of a dog gave a disappointed huff before doing as his master commanded. You felt warm hands gently help you sit up and soon after you feel a solid mass against your back and two long legs incase yours. If anything, the close contact caused your panicking to cease only for a moment. Henry’s arm wrap around your shoulders and he settles you against him. Kal lays himself down by the two of you.

“I’m here for you, Bunny. I know how you might be a little trapped right now, but I want you to try and listen to me alright,” he whispers and waits for the nod that comes between your gasping breaths,” See you’re doing so well already. Remember that exercise your gram does with you. I know you do. Can I help you with it?”

You nod again as you try to unscramble the wires in your brain. You feel his breath tickle the top of your head as he continues to hold you tightly.

“Good bunny. I want you to try and tell me 5 things you can see. Take all the time you need okay?”

“St-t-tars…” You start between gulps, “Grass…..Kal…..uhmmm”

“You can do it, sweetheart,” Henry says as he reaches down and gives your shaking hands a squeeze.

“Your Flops… Trees..”

“Now 4 you can feel.”

“Your Hand…the ground…the breeze…my shirt,” You respond with your voice a bit stronger than before.

“You’re doing great. 3 things you can hear,” Henry adds giving your hands another squeeze.

“You..me..the bugs.”

“We’re almost there. Tell me 2 things you can smell.”

“My lotion and detergent,” You voice, feeling yourself come back even more.

“Last thing. What can you taste?” The Brit asks.

“My tea from earlier,” You sigh slumping into him more.

The two of you remain there, listening to the night’s music. You continue to come down from your attack and your breathing gets softer and softer as he holds you. A few more moments pass before he loosens his hold on you because he knows that you’re back in control. You stay against him as you try to find a thought you can easily share. You wiggle away from him slightly and then turn yourself sideways so you can rest your head above his heartbeat.

“I’m so sorry.” You murmur into his warm chest,” I couldn’t be in my place anymore.”

“It’s alright, Bunny,” He mumbles, the nickname causing your nose to scrunch up slightly,” You’re the one who keeps wiggling that nose of yours like that.”

You chuckle softly before taking some deep breaths.

“I can’t stop thinking about it you know. How I never planned to be here this long and here I am still here. It feels like I stole someone else’s time. Someone more deserving,” You express, desperately trying to keep yourself from getting worked up again.

Henry wraps his arms around you again, giving a squeeze to tell you to continue.

“I know Megan says that it’s okay to not have a plan, but I don’t like that. I don’t like feeling like I have no control. I always thought I wouldn’t make it to 18 and every year that passes hurts more because I feel like I’m on borrowed time. That maybe this is all some sort of dream or something and I’ll wake up and I’ll be back in that house with him,” You blubber.

He keeps holding you tight and slightly rocks you in his arms. Kal even moves to rest his head on your leg.

“I still hear him in my head. He keeps telling me how I ruined his life, that he can’t see his girlfriend as much because of me, that I’m causing him all these problems-“

“Bunny,” Henry cuts you off,” Your father was wrong. He had his problems just like you, but he shouldn’t have taken it out on you. You’re not the reason why any of his life turned out the way it did…”

“But I killed him didn’t I? Speed up his desire to do what he did. The thing that I was supposed to do,” You cry into his chest.

“Y/N, you didn’t kill him. He should never have made you feel like killing yourself was the only way to help him. You are not on borrowed or stolen time. You were meant to be here. You deserve to be here. Your life matters to me and Kal and so many others. I know this time of the year is rough, but you did something you never did before. You reached out to someone instead of handling this alone and I am so damn proud of you,” Henry uttered and he held you tighter, blinking away the own tears in his eyes.

You sob harder at that, letting it all out. He lets you sob for as long as you need to. Occasionally rubbing your back and whispering how proud he is of you over and over until it sticks. The tears eventually run dry and you breathing evens out once more. You listen to each breath he takes, the praise he gives you. The silence only broken by a small dinging from nearby. Henry adjusts to slightly to see his watch alert midnight.

“I’m only going to say this once so don’t get too annoyed. Happy Birthday Bunny,” The man whispers to you,” Now I know we can’t do anything to crazy to distract you but I may have brought part of the festivities early. Theres two cupcakes in the car with your name on it. How about I grab those, we go inside, curl up on your couch, and watch The Little Mermaid? Maybe I can start calling you fishy instead huh? Kal thinks its a good idea right bud.”

Kal huffs loudly in approval before getting up to stretch and do his business. You laugh at that as you pull away from him slightly. “Thank you Hen. I really needed that.”

“That’s what friends are for. Now let’s go before my cheat day passes by.”

A/N 2: If you've read this far, I want you to know you're not alone. Trust me I know it feels like that sometimes, but there are people who are there for you. I'm one of those people if you need it. You deserve to be here in this life just as much as I do. ❤️

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When the Stars Align [08]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Soulmate!Reader

Word Count: 5801

Warnings: language, angst, sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), ANGST, lots of crying, theres dom/sub vibes if you squint, did i mention angst?

Summary: Soulmate!AU– Everyone has the first words their soulmate says to them tattooed on their wrists. You and your cat are living a normal life in Fort Collins, Colorado when three men come bursting through your door, completely changing your life. Reader-insert story. Starts around S06E08, but Sam has his soul, and it doesn’t really follow the series from there

A/N: APOLOGIES ! i have been absolutely swamped with work and exams. i wrote an extra long chapter full of angsty tears because you know i live for angst. i am so sorry for my irregular postings i'm trying to work on it.

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You snuggled closer to the object in your arms, eyebrows furrowing when you realized it was a pillow and not Dean’s bare chest. Despite last night’s unhappiness with your soulmate, you couldn’t deny that you loved waking up with him. Too tired to open your eyes, you patted your hand around the other side of the bed, frowning when cool sheets met your touch. You groaned and cracked your eyes open, squinting them not only because of the puffiness from crying but also from the bright beams of light streaming through your window.

The door opened slowly, and Dean peeked into the room, his wet hair indicating he just showered. When he saw you were awake, he gave you a tentative smile, unsure of how you would react.

You couldn’t ignore the feelings of hurt from last night, but you knew you were being irrational. Besides, you didn’t know how long he was going to stay for, and you didn’t want to ruin your time together. You could be mad at him later. You returned with an equally tentative smile and watched his face relax.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said, his voice as smooth as honey.

“Good morning,” you responded sweetly, patting the bed next to you, wanting to be close to him. He happily obliged, the scent of his cologne filling your nose. The bed dipped beneath his weight and you curled into his side. Silence fell between the two of you, and you debated your next words.

“Bean,” you started, and he hummed in reply. “I’m sorry about last night. I overreacted and I know that it wasn’t your fault; it wasn’t anyone’s fault. It just is what it is.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, nervous that bringing last night up would result in another argument. Dean’s large hand rubbed across your back, and you relaxed under his touch.

“You didn’t overreact,” he murmured into your hair. “I shouldn’t have sprung it on you so suddenly. I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how to find the words or even start that conversation. I’m sorry for ruining our date.”

You leaned your head up, his worried expression filling your gaze. Your heart was no longer pounding; instead, it tightened at Dean’s pain.

“Last night may not have ended in a way that we both wanted it to, but by no means did you ruin our date, Dean. I’ve never been out like that before and it was amazing. There isn’t anyone else that I would want to do that with,” you reassured him, hoping your affectionate words wouldn’t scare him away. A hint of a smile danced on his lips before he leaned down, capturing you in a bruising kiss. And God, this man could kiss.

His hand stopped it’s soothing rubs against your back and instead travelled further south, gripping your ass. His tongue was wonderfully playing with yours, his soft lips like pillows. You ran your hands through his slightly dampened hair as he shifted under you, rearranging so that you were straddling him. You could feel how hard he was under his jeans, and you took the opportunity to press against him, slowly grinding your hips, eliciting a noise from Dean that shot straight to your core. He flipped you over expertly, taking control of the situation. His hands were exploring your body, rolling your pebbled nipples with his thumb and forefinger. You shamelessly moaned as he trailed kisses down the side of your neck, nipping at special spots that made you cry out.

You tugged at his shirt and as he tore it off in a hurry, you quickly unbuckled his belt in a swift movement. He slipped off the t-shirt that donned your body, immediately pressing open kisses on your chest as his fingers danced at the waistband of your underwear. You arched your back, a silent gesture of want.

“Patience, baby,” he breathed against your lips, and you couldn’t help the whine that escaped you. He chuckled darkly, and you gazed into his eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“Please,” you whispered, pathetically. Dean smirked.

“Please what, sweetheart? Use your words,” he commanded lowly, and you could feel yourself getting impossibly wetter. He looked down at you, drinking in the sight of your almost-naked body that was writhing with want.

“Please touch me,” you whined.

“Touch you like this?” he asked with false innocence as his fingers grazed your rib cage, his light touches making their way up your body, kneading your breasts. You let out a struggled moan, frustrated with his teasing.

“Or should I touch you like this?” he whispered hotly into your ear, and before the words could fully register in your mind, his fingers dipped below your underwear and into your wet heat. You moaned loudly as thumb lightly circled your clit while his fingers pumped inside you.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and his lips were on you in an instant. You could barely think; how could someone be so good with their fingers? The room was filled with your breathy moans and the slick sound of Dean’s fingers in you. You felt your climax approaching, and Dean could feel it too. Suddenly, his fingers were gone as was the light pressure on your bundle of nerves. You whined at the sudden loss of contact.

“When you cum, sweetheart, I want it to be on my cock,” he said roughly and your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he buried himself in your tightness until he was fully unsheathed. It only took a couple of well-placed thrusts before you were seeing stars, incoherently rambling as he worked you through your orgasm. The snapping of his hips was relentless, and by the time you had come back down from your high, there were only a few seconds before you could feel the pressure building inside you again.

“One more, sweetheart, I know you can do it for me,” he encouraged, and you shook your head, tears forming from the overstimulation of his fingers rubbing your clit and the fullness of his cock. He muttered praises in your ear as you came again, and his thrusts became sloppy as he drove himself over the edge. Spent, he collapsed on top of you, the comforting weight of his body caging you in against the bed.

The two of you laid there for a minute, catching your breath and allowing for your heart to stop racing. Dean pressed a light kiss to your neck before he rolled onto his back next to you. A glance at the clock told you that you had a little over an hour before you had to leave for work. You looked to your right and found Dean already looking at you, a twinkle in his tired eyes.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently, and you nodded with a smile on your face.

“I wasn’t too rough was I?” There was slight apprehension in his voice. You placed a hand on his cheek and your heart fluttered when he nuzzled closer into your palm.

“I like it a little rough,” you admitted with a blush. He flashed you a wide smile and leaned in to kiss you.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he muttered against your lips and you giggled. He pressed a firm kiss to your lips before pulling away, getting off the bed in search of his boxers.

“Why don’t you go shower and I’ll cook us some grub?” he offered and your heart warmed at the gesture.

“Only if you make bacon,” you teased and he gasped dramatically, his hand clutching his chest.

“As if I would make anything else,” he retorted and you rolled your eyes playfully. You hopped off the bed and walked to the bathroom, uncaring that you were naked. You debated on taking a shower but instead threw your hair into a bun and opted for a hot bath, as your legs were still a little wobbly from your previous activities.

You hissed as the water made contact with your sensitive skin, but soon you were fully emerged, your muscles relaxing into the warmth. Leaning your head back, you sunk deeper into the tub, letting your eyes close. There was a slight clatter of pots and pans coming from the kitchen and you heard Dean quietly curse followed by the tapping of Meatball’s claws against the hardwood floor. You chuckled, envisioning a spooked Dean accidentally stepping on Meatball’s tail and an equally frightened Meatball scampering away. You laid there for a while, the exact time, you were unsure, but you guessed about fifteen minutes if the light pruning of your skin was any indication. Despite how comfortable it was, you didn’t want to keep Dean waiting. You quickly washed yourself before climbing out of the tub.

The tub quietly drained as you brushed your teeth, and you observed your reflection. Despite your tears from the night before, your face wasn’t puffy and your eyes shined brightly. You put on lotion before making your way to your bedroom. You pulled on a soft pair of leggings and a worn sweatshirt. You threw your towel into the hamper and glanced around your room, a smile quirking on your lips when you realized that Dean had already made the bed.

You wandered into the kitchen, a full pot of coffee sitting on the counter as well as a plate of eggs and pancakes. Dean was at the stove finishing up the bacon when he turned to you and winked.

Breakfast was a quiet affair, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you. When Dean grabbed your empty plate and made his way over to the sink, you protested but he silenced you with a look.

“You gotta get to work. I’ll clean these up,” he said and you sighed, knowing he was right.

“I’ll cook dinner then,” you compromised and he smiled at you. You gathered your purse and keys and Dean kissed you on the forehead along with a whispered promise to see you later. Meatball was sitting by the front door, his tail swishing with slight irritation and you frowned, knowing he was probably jealous from the lack of attention. You picked him up in your arms and brushed your hand over his soft fur. It took several seconds, but soon Meatball’s purrs filled the air and you placed a gentle kiss to the top of his head before setting him back down.

The bookstore was quiet and fairly empty, but you weren’t surprised. As the weather grew colder, people normally stopped coming in as frequently. Only at the peak of Christmas shopping did you see a lot of your customers in the winter. It was a day filled with stocking books and shared giggles with Thomas. The atmosphere between the two of you was back to normal, something you were grateful for. You didn’t want to lose Thomas as a friend. You were still full from the breakfast Dean had made, so by the time lunch had come around, you decided to go home for a little bit rather than eat.

You walked into your house, Dean’s voice echoing from the kitchen. He was on the phone. You weren’t sure who he was talking to, but he didn’t sound very happy. You couldn’t make out the words he was saying other than the occasional “son of a bitch”. The call ended when Dean sighed and said, “Alright Sammy, I’ll see you later.”

The kitchen was silent after that, and there was a sinking feeling in your chest. You knew that he wouldn’t be staying for much longer. Were you going with him? Did he want you to go with him? Are you guys together? This wasn’t a one-and-done type of thing was it?

“I thought I heard you walk in,” Dean’s voice came and you jumped. So lost in your thoughts, you had failed to notice him leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, a small smirk on his lips. He pushed off the wall and walked over to you, cupping your face in his hands and placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“If I had known you were stopping by, I would’ve made lunch,” he said, his eyes held mild concern and there was a slight frown when he noticed that you were drowning in thoughts.

“Sweetheart,” he said, and you shook your head, eyes filled with tears.

“You’re leaving?” You whispered, and his face fell. There were word lines on his face and his eyebrows furrowed. The small part of you that hoped he would bring you with him was crushed, and you understood that he was leaving you behind, again. He pulled you into his arms and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Y/N, you know why I can’t take you with me, right?” His voice was thick, and there was a sharp pain in your chest when you realized that he too was holding back tears. You were tired of arguing with him. You were tired of the tears and the angst. You just wanted him.

“Be careful,” you whispered, defeated. You could tell he was taken aback, probably expecting you to fight. You stepped away, wiping the tears from your face.

“Be careful, Bean. I’ll be here when you get back,” you said with a sad smile. Because it was true: you’d spend forever waiting for him if you had to.

“I—,” he paused, before shaking his head, clearing his eyes of tears, “I’ll come back for you.” He promised, and you giggled while tears streamed down your face, your mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He wiped the tears from your cheeks and gave you a deep kiss.

Kisses with Dean weren’t unusual, but they were nothing like this. This kiss was filled with emotions left unexpressed and words left unsaid. It was filled with the missed time between the two of you and hope for the future. You weren’t sure when you would see him next, but you were sure that you would remember this kiss for the rest of your life. It was the perfect goodbye kiss, and that is what made it so hard.

He left soon after, not needing to pack anything, as he didn’t have much with him in the first place. With teary eyes, you watched the Impala’s tail lights until they reached the end of your street, turning left and out of sight.

While the reassurance of him returning comforted you, it didn’t keep the tears from escaping your eyes and the sinking feeling in your chest. Deciding to take the rest of the day off, you shot Thomas a quick text telling him that you wouldn’t be returning from your lunch break. Instead, you turned the TV on and cuddled with Meatball on the couch, seeking comfort in your feline companion. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that Meatball also missed the green-eyed hunter, as he kept staring at the door as if expecting Dean to walk through.

Time quickly passed and before you knew it, the sun had set and Meatball was meowing for dinner. You quickly began to regret not fighting Dean more, at least asking him to stay for one more night. But he left in such a rush, you didn’t want to be selfish and keep him to yourself when there could be someone out there whose life depended on him.

The events of the day left you without an appetite, so you filled Meatball’s bowl before retreating to your room. Your eyes fell on the dark henley that was laid out on the bed, and you smiled at the kind gesture. As if on cue, your phone rang and you giggled when you saw a goofy selfie of Dean fill your screen along with his contact name “Batman”.

“I wasn’t aware I had the hero of Gotham’s phone number,” you answered, teasingly.

“Not just Gotham, sweetheart,” came Dean’s low voice and your heart pounded in your chest. How was it possible for you to get this excited over a phone call?

“When did give me your number?” You asked, and Dean chuckled.

“This morning while you were knocked out. It was quite a sight; I took a couple of pictures to commemorate the moment,” he said, and you scrolled through your photos, immediately finding several photos of you sleeping, your mouth wide open and your hair sprawled everywhere. There were a couple of you by yourself but others were with Dean, him making silly faces as you slept.

“Creep,” you joked.

“I can’t help that you’re adorable while you sleep,” came his smooth reply.

“Did you see my gift?” He asked, changing the subject. You nodded before remembering that he couldn’t see you over the phone.

“Yeah, I found it right before you called,” you said, picking up said gift and holding it to your nose. You inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scent of cologne, leather, and whiskey. For the next couple of hours, the two of you talked about everything under the sun, enjoying each other’s company. You found out that he was a few hours outside of Sioux Falls, and that the normally almost 10 hour drive was dramatically shorter due to the Dean’s speeding. After lightly scolding him about his disregard for his safety, you proposed that he take a plane if he wanted a shorter trip, but he confessed his fear of flying.

It was nearly midnight by the time the conversation lulled, and you were laying comfortably on your bed in Dean’s henley. It was a comfortable silence filled with Dean’s deep breathing and the purr of the Impala’s engine, and you quickly drifted off to sleep.

The next few weeks passed by fairly quickly. Although you missed Dean’s presence, he made up for it with daily calls and endless texts. Every morning, you would wake up to a sweet text from Dean wishing you a good day. The two of you were faring well considering the distance. He would keep you updated on his hunts, as well as Sam’s wellbeing.

You were happy again, Thomas noted as he observed the smile that always graced your face whenever you were talking to Dean. Despite his lingering feelings for you, Thomas truly wanted you to be happy, even if that wasn’t with him.

However, there were some nights that left you feeling empty and those nights were the hardest. You muted your microphone and cried yourself to sleep, not wanting to cause Dean any pain. As the time apart grew, so did the frequency of those terrible nights.

Nearly three months after Dean had left, you were slowly starting to unravel. You began to isolate yourself again, turning down lunches with Thomas and opted to stay in your house when you weren’t at work. You often spent your weekends staring at a blank wall thinking about Dean for hours on end.

You were unsure if it was your imagination running wild or not, but you could’ve sworn that your soulmate was getting more and more distant. Your nighttime calls were getting shorter, often ending before you had fallen asleep, and Dean’s voice seemed to be sharper. You rationalized in your head that he was particularly stressed about this case and that once it was over you would have your goofy partner back.

When you woke up one morning without a text from Dean, you knew that your suspicions were correct. He was pulling away. You wished him a good morning and waited all day for a response that never came. Maybe he was just busy?

At 9:57 PM, your phone rang loudly, startling you from your trance. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw “Batman” flash on the screen and your heart leaped out of your chest, a wave of excitement but also anger rushing over you.

“Where have you been?” You immediately asked when you answered, not even allowing him to greet you. Your voice was icy, upset with the way you were shut out all day, and Dean knew that he was in trouble.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice defeated, and you knew something was very wrong. There was a deep sigh before he continued.

“Sweetheart, I have to go away for a couple of days and I won’t be able to contact you,” he said and a million questions raced through your mind, but the most prominent of all: why? Conflicted with where to even begin, you let out a shaky breath that you weren’t aware you were holding in.

“Where are you going?” You asked weakly.

“I just gotta finish this case, and I’ll be back before you know it,” he rushed out. You opened your mouth to speak again, but Dean hastily cut you off.

“I gotta leave now, but I’ll see you soon,” he paused, “I’m sorry.”

“De—,” you called out, but it was too late. He had hung up on you. Furious, you tried calling his phone, only for it to go straight to voicemail.

“Dean Winchester, you will answer the phone right now and explain what is going on,” you demanded, before texting him variations of the same command. You tried calling Sam, but much to your anguish, his phone also went straight to voicemail.

“What the fuck,” you muttered, wringing your hands as you tried to figure out a way to contact the brothers. There was no way for you to track them, and you didn’t even know Bobby’s last name, only that he lived in Sioux Falls. You got on your knees and prayed to Castiel, begging for his help, but when there was no flutter of wings nor a handsome man wearing a trench coat in your home, you did the only thing you could do. You cried.

You thought it had hurt when Dean left the first time, but it was nothing compared to the pain you had felt now. This time, you had a glimpse of happiness, a peek into what your future could have held. A future with pancakes and forehead kisses, late nights in bed and early mornings curled around him. You had gotten used to his witty comments and snarky replies, his teasing and affectionate nature. You had finally began to see yourself being happy for the rest of your life with this man, only for it to be taken away, and you hadn’t the slightest clue why.

A day passed without any contact from the brothers despite the numerous calls, texts, and prayers you had sent. You had no idea where Dean was, how long he would be, or if he would even come back. For all you knew, he could’ve just left you, deciding that he could no longer do long distance. Unable to bare being alone in your lonely house anymore, you drove to Thomas’ apartment.

You knocked heavily on his door and noted the look of surprise in his brown eyes, before Thomas recognized your tear-stained face and disheveled look.

“What did he do this time?” Thomas growled, as he stepped aside to let you in. Not in the mood to talk, you merely shook your head as you felt tears welling in your eyes again. Thomas pulled you into a protective hug, and as much as you wanted to find comfort in the embrace, you were disappointed when the smell of lemons and fresh laundry hit you instead of cologne, whiskey, and leather.

Thomas pulled away once you quieted down, dragging you to the couch and insisting that you stayed there while he made you a cup of tea. You glanced around the room, taking in slight differences since the last time you were here. There was an unfamiliar jacket resting on the back of a chair as well as a pair of shoes by the door that you’d never seen before. When a shirtless man walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, you remembered Thomas mentioning a few months back that his brother was staying with him for the foreseeable future.

Thomas’ brother, you had forgotten his name, swept his dark eyes over the living room, spotting you on the couch.

“It’s about time Tommy found a girl,” he remarked with a smirk. Something about him made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and sent shivers down your spine. Thomas had briefly told you that they don’t really get along, but that he still wanted to help his brother out. You shook your head, clearing your mind of thoughts.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced, “I work with Thomas at the bookstore. We’re just friends.” You clarified and noted the man’s eyebrows raise.

“Just friends, huh? I would’ve thought Tommy would mention working with such a beautiful woman,” he drawled before sticking out his hand.

“Dylan,” he said firmly and you looked warily at his hand before shaking it, very much aware that he was practically naked in front of you. Luckily, Thomas stepped into the room, a cup of peppermint tea in his hands.

“Dyl, go put on some clothes,” Thomas instructed, before looking back at you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Dylan rolled his eyes and sauntered out of the room.

“Sorry about him,” Thomas said. Not wanting to cause any trouble between the brothers, you shrugged lightly before taking the tea.

“What’s wrong?” He kindly inquired, sitting next to you on the couch. You took a sip of your tea before setting it down, letting out a shaky breath. You spent the next hour explaining what had happened with Dean: how he had to leave suddenly for work and the past several months with the phone calls and texts, leaving out the more intimate details. You then told him about Dean’s changing moods and the strange phone call. You told him that you had tried many times to contact him, not mentioning Castiel, and how broken you felt without Dean by your side.

You were a crying again by the time you had finished, reduced to a bumbling mess, unattractively wiping your face with the sleeve of Dean’s henley that you wore for the past two days. It had long lost its scent, but knowing it was his still brought you a shred of comfort.

Thomas cooked your favorite pasta, and Dylan joined the two of you at the table for dinner. Hoping to get your mind off of Dean, you got to know Dylan more, asking questions about his career and his life in Fort Collins. You learned that Dylan was a problem child and he was at boarding schools for most of his life. He dropped out of college early on, much to his parents’ disappointment. He had gotten in trouble with the law for petty theft as well as drunk driving. He was now staying with Thomas as he worked at the mechanic, fixing cars and saving money until he could get a place of his own. Despite your initial impression of the man, you had learned that outside of his snarky demeanor, he was actually quite a decent guy. Him and Thomas weren’t very close as a result of Dylan being five years older and not around for the majority of Thomas’ childhood.

As the pasta disappeared along with two bottles of wine, the three of you delved into deeper topics. You learned that Dylan hadn’t met his soulmate yet and he was afraid he never would. He had a long history with women, and Thomas pegged him as a one-night-stand type of guy. You told him about Dean and the rollercoaster that was your relationship. You successfully avoided questions that directly asked about Dean’s job and the details of his life. It was nearly midnight when your phone rang.

You sucked in a breath, your heart pounding when you saw Sam’s name on the screen. Why was he calling you, after all this time? Why didn’t Dean call you first? Did something happen? You quickly excused yourself from the table, rushing into the living room before answering. “Sam?” You said, shakily.

“Hey Y/N,” came Sam’s tired voice.

“What’s going on? Where’s Dean?” You demanded, furious at your soulmate and his brother for leaving you without a clue as to what was going on.

“Dean didn’t tell you?” Sam asked, his voice twinged with confusion.

“Tell me what?” You asked, your heart racing at the endless possibilities running through your mind. However, none of them was remotely close to what Sam revealed.

“Lisa and Ben,” he said, and you flinched at the woman’s name, “they were kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped? By who?” You asked incredulously. Sam began explaining how demons came after them and how Ben had called Dean. You didn’t mean to, but you tuned out the younger Winchester, caught up in your own thoughts.

Did Lisa tell Ben to call Dean? Is this why he left? Did he have unresolved feelings for this woman? You collapsed onto the couch. You couldn’t cry anymore even if you had tried. No longer buzzed from the wine, you processed everything that Sam had told you, anger rising in your chest.

“Where is he?” You asked, not caring that you had cut Sam off. He sighed before answering.

“The hospital.” The hospital? Why on Earth was he in the hospital?

“He’s not in the hospital, he’s at the hospital. He’s uh… he’s taking care of some things,” Sam said, and you didn’t even realize that you were thinking out loud.

“I see,” you clipped. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Lisa and her son were the unmentioned things and that Dean still deeply cared about them.

“Y/N,” Sam said, “I’m so sorry; I thought you knew. Dean said he took care of everything.” You scoffed.

“He told me that he was leaving and that he would be coming back later,” you said coldly. You took pity on Sam, the tall man always kind towards you and it wasn’t his fault his brother was an idiot.

“Tell him I am expecting a call when he’s done with those… things,” you said before hanging up. You resisted the urge to hurl your phone at the front door, and instead screamed into a couch pillow before rejoining Thomas and Dylan in the kitchen. Thomas took one look at your face and pulled out the whiskey and three glasses.

You winced at the harsh burn as the alcohol entered your body, throwing back glass after glass in hopes of numbing the ebbing pain in your heart. He didn’t want you. He wanted her. He left you so he could be with her. You should’ve known he wasn’t over her, with the way he kept hiding things from you, how he hid their relationship until recently.

It wasn’t long before you were a drunken mess, Thomas insisting that you sleep on the couch as you were in no state to go home. You barely protested, knowing that you would rather be with Thomas in his apartment than in your house by yourself, sleeping in a bed that you and Dean used to sleep in.

A loud ringing from your phone woke you up. A pounding headache and an achey back signaled that you were hungover and on the couch. You didn’t remember passing out, nor did you remember Thomas bidding you a goodnight. You squinted your eyes at the clock on the wall, wondering who would be calling at three in the morning.

You scrambled off the couch as your phone continued to ring, seeing Dean’s face on your screen in that stupid silly picture he took that you hated to admit you loved. Wanting nothing more than to scream at your soulmate, you unlocked the door and crept outside, not wanting to wake up the whole apartment with your yelling.

“How convenient of you to call,” you said cooly when you answered.

“Sweetheart, I—,” Dean started before you cut him off.

“Don’t sweetheart me, Dean. Do you know how worried I was? How confused I was? You suddenly up and left me without a single explanation, and I have to find out from your brother two days later that you were saving your ex-girlfriend? You were in such a rush that you couldn’t explain it over a text or a voicemail?

“God, I cannot believe that you did that! Why did you keep this from me? Do you still have feelings for her? You asshole, you said you didn’t love her!” You screamed, absolutely done with the whole situation.

“What’s next? You’re going to apologize and tell me that she meant nothing, and that you only want me, but the next time another girlfriend of yours goes missing, you’ll be leaving again, without a single word?” You were out of breath now, your chest heaving. The other end was silent, before Dean spoke again.

“It wasn’t like that. I was trying to protect you,” he reasoned and you exploded again.

“Protect me? You keep saying that but all you do is leave me and hurt me. Don’t lie to me Dean, you were trying to protect her and her precious son,” you said venomously.

“You know what Dean? I’m done. Go be with Lisa and that kid. Go live out that perfect life that you had tried to before,” you said, suddenly exhausted. You couldn’t keep doing this. You couldn’t keep fighting with him.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re upset,” he started, “Hell, Sam punched me when he found out you didn’t know. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you, I guess I didn’t want you to worry, but God I’m so stupid. I promise I’m done with Lisa. I had Cas remove their memories of me, so they can live a normal life away from all of this stupid supernatural bullshit. I don’t want her, Y/N. I want you.”

“No, Dean. You don’t get me. Don’t you understand? You chose her. She may not have any memories of you but you sure do have memories of her and the year you spent together. The year you played family. How dare you even be jealous of Thomas, when you’re with her?” You were tired. It was cold.

“I’m done, Dean,” you whispered defeatedly into the phone. “Please don’t call or visit. I don’t want to see you.”

“Sweeth—,” you hung up before he could even get the word out. Bubbling over with anger, you threw your phone to the ground and watched it shatter into tiny pieces. You rushed back inside, throwing yourself on the couch and sobbed until the sun rose.

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darklove9314-blog · 3 years

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True North: A Nessian Fanfic (NSFW)

Day 24 of Nessian month, Prompt: Pirate AU.

Nesta looked beyond to the horizon listening to the waves crash around the ship. She had to admit at first she had been hesitant to go out to see. But someone deep down inside her, the want for excitement and adventure always yearned.

It was that precise feeling that had her say yes to this stranger. To the captain of this ship as she whipped around looking at Cassian. The man that had unknowingly saved her life in more ways than he could tell.

He gave her one of his dazzling smiles, sending a wave at her. Her heart fluttered as she waved back, turning away from him before he could see the blush that now stained her cheeks. He was quite handsome. Not that they had gone further than casual conversations.

He was now talking with Azriel, his fellow shipmate and seccond in command about the mission later that week. Nesta’s heart raced at the thought but not in a bad way.

One reason she was still on the ship was because of her past history. The beautiful thief, They had called her. Her skills had proven quite useful to Cassian during her first mission with them.

She had held up the ruby necklace, dangling it in front of Cassian like treasure in a trove. He had smiled approvingly at her taking the necklace from her fingers.

“Turn around.“ He had said to her, She followed his instructions.

He swept her hair to the side making her breath catch at the touch. She felt the cold metal at her skin, the ruby dipping inbetween the her breast as Cassian fastened the clasp leaving the necklace around her neck.

“Now it is yours.“ He whispered in her ear taking her aback. She hadn’t expected this.

“But Captain Cass-“

“You took the necklace therefore it is yours.“ Cassian interrupted.

Nesta turned around. Her blue-grey eyes gazing at his hazel ones catching the hints of green in them this close as the sun hit them just right.

His hold still held firm. Her breast were now pressed against his muscled torso. She felt like she couldn’t breath when he was this close.

“They were right, you know?”

Nesta’s eyebrows shot up in confusion as he leaned towards her touching the necklace against her exposed flesh.

“About what?” She dared to ask concentrating on what that one hand was doing to her, Wishing that his hand would dip lower and explore other parts of her body underneath her bodice.

He leaned in towards her, his scent smelling of the ocean intoxicating her. His lips met the shell of her ear.

“You are a beautiful thief.” He whispered. Her breath hitched before he pulled away leaving her breathless as her hands went to the necklace wishing that it was his hands that were still on it.

Sighing, Nesta turned away from the ocean and gasped as Cassian popped up behind her.

“You scared me.“ Nesta exclaimed hitting his shoulder lightly as a laugh escaped him.

“I did call your name, but you seemed lost in thought.“ He stated leaning against the ship.

“You have several names for me.” She retorted earning a grin from him. “Which one did you call out?”

“Does it matter?” He asked her tilting his head to the side and stepping closer.

“Well it depends. If you called me Nes, you know how much that annoys me.”

Another playful grin. “Which is probabaly why I use it. Can’t have the crew thinking I go to easy on you. “ He told her. The corners of her mouth turnt into a smile.

“And the sweetheart?”

Cassian laughed. “Term of affection.“

She stepped closer, “Do you have terms of affection for all your crew members?” She asked, his head dipped down.

“Only the pretty ones.” He smiled gesturing his head towards Azriel. “You and Azzie should know this best.“

A laugh escaped her. She bit down on her lip before Cassian ran his thumb over it.

“You shouldn’t bite your lip my beautiful thief. What if you bite too hard and your lip starts to bleed?”

Nesta opened her mouth to form a reply as Azriel shouted Cassian‘s name causing him to look up as Azriel waved him over. Cassian sighed.

“Duty calls. Until next time my beautiful thief.“ He told her, knuckles brushing her cheek before he turned away and headed towards Azriel once more.

“Are you two ever going to do it?” A voice asked making Nesta jerk as she spun around to see Gwyn standing there.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nesta replied looking back out to the sea. as her friend took Cassian’s place. Her other friend Emerie coming to her side.

“Please Emerie and I could see the sexual tension betwesn you from the deck of the ship. It’s been two years Nesta. When are you going to take him to your bunk?”

“When fantasies become reality.” Nesta told her turning around and leaning against the ship. “Theres nothing going on between me and the captain.“

“Now who’s living in a fantasy.“ Emerie said making Gwyn laugh.

“You two are exhausting at times, You know that right?” Nesta told them. As they looped their arms around Nesta smiling at her.

“Why are you two looking at me like that?” Nesta asked.

“We’re going to get the captain to really notice you at Balthazar’s birthday tonight. It’s time to make this fantasy come true.“

“There’s no way in hell I’m wearing that.“ Nesta told Emerie as Gwyn undid the last of her braid leaving her hair down. For all the year Cassian had known her, she had never left her hair down.

Emerie looked down at the red dress looking at Nesta in question.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s red.“

“It’s crimson and it’ll match your necklace.“ Emerie replied gesturing to the necklace that laid between Nesta’s breast. “What’s your aversion to the color red anyway?”

“My mother always said it was a sinners color.“

Gwyn bit down on her lip to surpass her laugh.

”Says the beautiful thief.“ Emerie told her handing Nesta the dress.

“Touche.” Nesta replied.

“Besides, if you catch the captain‘s eye. You’ll be doing plenty of sinning tonight.” Emerie told her.

“Do you think that I’ll lie with him tonight?” She asked. Suddenly her mouth felt dry.

“Only if you want to. Despite his reputation of bedding multiple females, I hear Captain Cassian is an extraordinary lover.“ Gwyn answered.

“You’ll have to let us know if that’s true or not.” Emerie told her as Nesta slipped on the dress. Gwyn assisting her with the straps as Emerie dug around to find some makeup.

After they were done, Nesta examined herself in the mirror finding it shocking that she looked the same yet completely different,

“There. You’re perfect, Now it’s time to capture the heart of the captain.“ Emerie stated as Nesta swallowed feeling a nervous pit in her stomach.

The ship was merry with cheer and laughter as Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta settled in. The other pirates had managed to pull out the good rum.

Azriel came up to Gwyn handing her a mug of it as he asked her to dance. Her smile become brighter than the sun as she slipped her hand in his, Nesta waving her off.

Nesta‘s eyes searched for Cassian, who seemed to be no where in sight. A frown formed on her face. The lace to the bodice itching her sweating breast. It was same tonight.

“I’m going to try to go ge to us some of that rum.” Emerie stated standing up and leaving Nesta alone.

She sighed tilting her head up to the night sky Illuminating her golden brown hair with the moonlight.

“I see you saved me a seat.“ that dark delicious voice stated as Nesta‘s gaze fixated on Cassian. A flask in his hand, no doubt possessing better liquor than the one being served at this party.

“Perhaps I did,“ She told him cocking her head to the side gesturing towards the empty chair Emerie had abandoned.

Cassian sat down beside her, handing her the flask, She took it without hesitation, taking a sip of whatever was inside. The liquor warming her belly. She handed him back the flask.

“That’s definitely a liquor that will give you a nice buzz.“ She stated. Cassian smiled taking a sip from his own flask before pocketing it. Her eyebrows lifted.

“You’re not going to get sloshed with the other crew members?” She asked, he shrugged, his gaze sweeping up and down her body.

“Someone has to man the ship and keep them in line.“

”Sounds tedious.“ She stated leaning back. “Wouldn’t you rather be having fun?”

Cassian smirked, his gaze sweeping over her again, the look he was giving her was a little less subtle than before as want loomed in his features.

“There are other ways to have fun sweetheart.” He told her. Eyes flickering to the valley of her breast.

He leaned into her, Her heart pounding. that intoxicating scent of his engulfing her.

“Would you like to dance, Nes?” He breathed,

Usually the nickname would bother her. Usually she would scowl at the name. But with him being this close to her, the nickname seemed like one of the most beautiful names she had heard.

“By all means, captain, lead the way,“

A wicked, primal grin spread across Cassian‘s face before he stood up extending his hand out to Nesta. Nesta took his hand with ease, standing up as they made their way to the makeshift dance floor.

Cassian lifted her hand above her head, as she spun around laughing slightly before he pulled her close. Warn. He was so warm.

His chest pressed to the top of her breast, his calloused hand snaking around her waist as one of the sailors sang an off tuned melody.

They had danced in silence for a few moments before Cassian leaned into her.

“Did anyone tell you that you look ravishing tonight?” He asked.

Nesta lifted her chin meeting the desire in his gaze.

“You are the first that has told me that tonight.” Nesta confided in him, He moved closer to her. lining himself up with her body as she felt just how much she had affected him tonight. Her core throbbed with want. With the need for the captain to explore her body as if she was a map to one of his treasures.

“They must be drunker than I expected.” He told her. “They must be if no one has tried to take you to their cot tonight.“

Nesta‘s breath hitched. Be bold, She told herself. Her eyes met his letting him see the desire in them. Her gaze flickered to his lips.

“Perhaps who I wanted to bed me tonight wasn‘t here yet?” She told him. His grip tightened on her. His hand traveling up her back making her shudder in pleasure. His fingers gentle against her bare skin setting her body aflame.

His fingers wrapped around a strand of her hair twisting his finger around it.

“‘I’ve never seen you with your hair down before.” Cassian told her.

“It’s always a nuisance when it’s down.“ She told him. He had never been so bold with his touches before. He had always given her small touches and they barely lasted for a minute. but he wasn’t being shy about it anymore. Gods above help her.

“It looks beautiful,“ He told her, tucking some strands behind her ear. “But I think it would look better spread across my pillow.“

Her breath caught as Cassian leaned down m, his lips mere inches from her own.

“Come back to my cabin with me Nes. Let me pleasure that beautiful body of yours until your legs shake and the sun breaks the horizon.”

Nesta gazed at him, her cheeks flushed, her core throbbing as she felt the slickness build between her legs.

“Yes.” She agreed.

Cassian opened the door to his cabin as Nesta stepped in the room,looking around the tiny cabin where Cassian slept.

A map spread out across the table as Nesta’s fingers roamed over it. She felt Cassian come up behind her, his back pressing against hers feeling his hardness as his hands traveled down her shoulders.

He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, tilting her head back against him. His lips continued the exploration of her neck, his hands going to the laces of her bodice before she spun towards him.

His gaze swept across her again. His hazel eyes smoldering with that hidden flame.

“I’m surprised you wore red tonight. I thought you thought red was for sinners.“ He said his fingers going back to her laces slowly in fastening them.

“I do, but-“ She leaned in to him pressing her heated core to his hardened length. “I felt like sinning with you tonight.”

A wicked smile crossed his face as he hoisted her up on the table, palming her breast, a moan escaping from her mouth.

“I promise you’ll feel like you’ve reached heaven after I’m done with you.“

Before she could say anything, he pressed his lips firmly to hers, her back hitting the table as he climbed atop her. his hands going back to her laces.

She threw her head back exposing her throat to him as he bit down on it. Claiming her in case anyone else questioned what had occurred in this cabin.

Nesta gasped, a cry of pleasure escaping from her, the laces of her bodice finally undone as Cassian pushed her corset to the side exposing her breast to him.

“Perhaps I’m the one who has reached heaven.“ He rasped. Nesta‘s breath heavy.

His eyes swept down the length of her body. Her skirts still covering her lower half. She wished he would touch her. Wished he would claim her body with his kisses, with his touch, with his cock.

“Have you ever laid with a man before, Nesta?” He asked. A fierce blush spread across her cheeks.

“Once before.“ She told him. “It- wasn’t that memorable.” she told him. She didn’t even remember his name. Had wanted to get the virginity thing over with.

Cassian nodded kneading her breast, his thumb circling around her nipple. it pebbling underneath his touch.

“Then let me make this a night you won’t soon forget, my beautiful thief.” Cassian breathed.

Nesta‘s chest heaved as Cassian slid to his knees lifting her skirts. She had expected him to take her skirt off to leave her naked before him, she was surprised when he went underneath her skirts covering himself with them.

She felt her underwear and tights beneath being taken off first. Her head hit the table softly, her breathing labored. She did not have much experience with sex but no one had ever done this to her before.

usually with sex a person could tell what their lover was about to do, but with him beneath her skirts, what he was going to do next was left up to her imagination.

After her tights, shoes and underwear were discarded. Nesta felt Cassian‘s lips press to her inner thigh, a surprised gasp coming from her.

Woth his strength, Cassian stood Nesta up. Nesta stood there as she heard his voice from beneath her skirts.

“Spread those beautiful legs of yours further sweetheart so I can ravish in your taste.”

Nesta whimpered as she spread her legs further for him. His lips pressed firmly to her knee first, butting it slightly making her gasp out in pleasure as his lips traveled upward leaving a trail of opened mouthed kisses up her thigh, Her legs threatening to give out on her before he made it to i between her legs. To the place where she yearned for that wicked tongue of his to be the most.

Instead of his tongue finding her, his fingers slid across her wetness. A chuckle escaping from him.

“You‘re wetter than the ocean, my beautiful thief.“ He growled. Nearly making Nesta collapse against him, “I can’t wait to have your perfect taste in my mouth. But first.“

He pulled away, she cried out in protest wanting nothing more than for him to remain there. He lifted her skirts once more, That undeniable fire in his eyes marking the look on his face.

“Don’t worry my heart, I’ll be back where I belong soon enough.“

He stood towering over her yanking down her skirts and lifting her face up to meet his, she was now fully naked before him.

“But I want you to watch me while I taste that beautiful sex of yours. don’t you dare take your eyes off me. I want you to know exactly whose mouth is bringing you such pleasure.”

Nesta glanced down noticing that her necklace was still on her as she went to unclasp it, Cassian stilled her hand.

“Leave it on.“ He told her, her eyebrows rose in question.

“I want you to be bare of everything except for the one thing that symbolizes that you are mine and always have been.”

Every thought emptied from Nesta‘s mind as her hands dropped from the necklace, the metal feeling cold underneath her flushed skin.

Cassian sank to his knees.

“Eyes on me sweetheart.” He instructed placing one of her feet on his shoulder to get better access as he returned to his hungry kisses. his hand pressed firmly to her ass, supporting her as his mouth found his mark.

At the first exploration of her wetness from his tongue, Nesta cried out, knees nearly buckling with how good it felt.

He opened her further for him, his tongue exploring places where no man had been before. Nesta threw her head back, a gasp of pleasure coming from her mouth, his tongue thrusted into her once before he pulled out.

the proof of her wetness on his lips as his eyes went to hers thrusting that talented tongue into her meeting her gaze, noting the look of pleasure on hers.

She watched that head of his devour that sweet taste of hers. He hoisted her into the table once more. She cried out in surprise as he looked up at her through lowered lashes, his silky strands brushing against her stomach.

His tongue went to the bundle of nerves between her legs, swirling it around her. His long fingers plunging into her as his own moan escaped his lips vibrating through her.

He pulled away, his fingers still pumping into her as she met his eyes.

“You feel so good against my fingers, my beautiful thief, I can only imagine the ecstasy I’ll feel when I finally plunge my cock into that glorious cunt of yours.“

”Don’t be a tease.” She challenged, “Sink that enormous cock of yours in me now.“

A low laugh escaped Cassian as his free hand traveled up the length of her punching her nipple causing her to gasp.

“I want you shattered before I give you that sort of relief sweetheart. I’ve yearned to take you back to my cabin for years now and I plan to take my time with you tonight. I plan to have you scream my name so loud that you wake every sailor around us with your pleasure. Let me show you how much I can make you feel Nesta.“

Nesta nodded as his mouth went back to her causing her to moan. Her hips undulated upwards, his hand pressing them firmly down.

“Casaian.“ She cried out, “I think I’m about to-“

“Come for me, my beautiful thief. let me taste your need for me.“

With that Nesta feel apart grinding his face against her, letting him devour every last drop of her until she writhed with the pleasure from his tongue, until she felt as if every inch of her had it’s fill of his tongue against her.

Her head pressed firmly to the table as CassIan climbed up on top of her pressing a kiss to her neck. every part of her body screaming for him to be inside her. To bring her pleasure once more.

“Gods.” He whispered against the bare skin of her throat. “You tasted even better than I had ever dreamed.”

“You dream of me?” She asked as his heated gaze met hers. Her release still on his lips as he pressed his swollen lips down to hers.

“I always dream about you.”

Nesta hadn’t know what came over her, but before he knew it, he was underneath her. His face registered surprise, but he didn’t protest as she sank down to her knees pulling down his pants as his cock sprung free. Lookin g more enormous than she had expected. She marveled at every inch of him. Of that glorious cock she had dreamed of multiple times.

“I dream about you too.” She told him, his hand going to her hair stroking it. “I dream about wrapping my lips around that glorious cock of yours taking every inch of you inside of it. Sometimes I even dream about you fucking my mouth, even to the point where i’m gagging on it.”

His hands tightened in her hair as her hand wrapped around his cock stroking him. Marveling at every glorious inch.

“I dream of it so much that sometimes in the middle of the night, I wake so desperate with the need for you that I think of you when my hands are between my legs. Imagine its you when I plunge my fingers so deep into myself that I cant stand it. But I doubt that’s not what you want to hear right now.”

Her mouth curved into the hint of a smile. “Right now I can sense that there’s something else you want me to be doing with my mouth.”

Cassian let out a breath before Nesta sank her mouth onto his cock causing him to cry out. She felt a surge of power in the sound and took him deeper. As deep as she dared, but it still wasn’t enough. It would never be enough until he every inch of his cock was in her mouth.

She relaxed her throat looking up at him with lowered lashes. A plea in her eyes. Understanding crossed his features, As his hand plunged into her hair and he thrusted up into her mouth hitting the back of her throat.

“What was that about gagging?” He growled. Shoving himself deeper. A wicked smirk crossing his face. “Oh now I remember.”

He thrusted up deeper into her mouth until his cock was fully in her mouth making her gag slightly. Her spit coating his cock making it easier to take him in her mouth as he fucked her with his cock.

He wrapped her hair around his hand using it as guidance as he thrusted into her over and over. She didn’t mind though. Loved the thought of him fucking her mouth until he came from the pleasure of it.

She flicked her tongue up causing him to growl out in pleasure.

“Now the real question is, do I want to come in this pretty mouth of yours or in that beautiful sex.”

She hadn’t know he was that close to release before he took his aching cock out of her mouth surprising her as he pulled her to her feet, throwing her over his shoulder as he laid her on his cot. Her body plunging deep into it.

Her wetness was slick against her as Cassian positioned her to her knees.

“This is the perfect position so you an feel every inch of me when I release inside you.”

Gods did she want that. as she felt Cassian line himself up at her entrance.

“Are you sure about this Nesta?” He asked.

“Yes Cassian. Please don’t me wait any longer.” She told him.

That was all the encouragement he needed as he plunged inside of her to the hilt, She cried out using her arms as support to keep her upright as Cassian retreated and plunged back into her.

“Fuck.” He growled out. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Then make it worth the time you have.” She told him.

His hands went back to her hair, using it to pull her back against him as he plunged into her with mighty powerful thrust. Noises that she didn't know she was capable of making flew from her mouth as he claimed every inch of her he could.

“Fuck. He growled out again as he bit down on her throat release barreling towards him as Nesta felt her own release coming on.

“Come with me Nesta.” He told her as she felt the first few splashes of his release deep inside of her.

She sobbed as her own release rocked through her, as his release shot deep in her, the warmth from that glorious seed of his going deep inside of her as he rode his release until he was spent and they both collapsed on from their pleasure.

His cum seeped down her legs as he pulled her close, breath heavy.

“That was-” He started.

“I know.” She breathed as his hand traveled to her necklace. to the rubied heart that was on it.

“You called me your heart.” She stated turning to meet his eyes as he pressed a kiss to her mouth.

“Do you not like the nickname? I thought it would be more fitting than my beautiful thief.”

Nesta smiled pressing her lips to his as his hands roamed her waist.

“I love it.” She whispered “But why my heart?”

He looked down to her, a look of fondness and something more lingering in his gaze.

“Because you are my true north, you are the heart of my ocean, the one who keeps me grounded and points me to my way home.”

Tears slipped from Nesta’s eyes before she said.

“And you are mine.” She claimed as her mouth went to his again and they revealed in the pleasure of each other until the sun met the horizon signaling the new day awaiting their next adventure.

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madtickler39 · 3 years

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Welcome to Club T’s

One of my fan favorites from the old blog, enjoy:

One could look at Emily and assume her life was perfect A nice home, well off family that was well known in California. Naturally blonde hair, a petite little figure and long legs all around a smile that could turn a man to stone. Going to movie premieres, sports events and mingling with LA bigwigs, Emily was never long without something to do. Oh dont get me wrong, Emily never complained. She loved her family, loved her friends, loved her job. She’d never complain for a second. But still something was missing. That’s why Emily found herself where she was, in a taxi outside a new and mysterious club in downtown LA. She stared at the door for a long time before the driver finally asked “Are you gettin out or what?” Emily came back to reality and paid the driver, and stepped out of her car as confidently as she could. What she couldn't sell her blue dress and black heels could. She walked into the club like it was nobody’s business, and was an instant bombshell to the eligible young men at Club T’s. What made her walk into this particular club that night? Well, to understand that, we have to go back a little bit. Emily had a friend named Stephen, and one time not too long ago Stephen did something she couldn’t get out of her head. He tickled her. It wasn’t her first time being tickled, not by a longshot. For some reason, the feeling she got when he finally stopped kept coming back to her head like a drug, needing to come forward again and refusing any lesser pleasure. She had no trouble finding a man to do anything she wanted, but for some reason this one request proved elusive to her charms. After a brief search on the internet, she found out that club T’s was the place to find what she wanted. It wasn’t easy to find out how to get in, the people she was here to see were very secretive. The main club was just like any other club. The music was too loud, the drinks were too expensive and you couldn’t see or move anywhere. After a few minutes of moving around she found the specific corner that housed the VIP section of the club, she said the codeword to the bouncer, and with a smirk he let her in. It was the look a wolf gives a deer after a day without food, and it unsettled her. Inside, the VIP area was another world. The clothes were different, the lights were a bit brighter, and you could hear yourself over the music. The men were dressed in anything from suits to T-shirts while the girls were wearing some pretty revealing clothing, anything that exposed the belly, shorts, mini skirts and few of them wore heels. They wore colored wristbands, green yellow and red. Green was an open invitation, yellow required an ask, and red meant not to approach. Emily had a yellow wristband, fastened around her ankle like the website advised. There was more seating space than at any normal club here, couches and chairs everywhere. The dance floor had some people, but others were chasing each other around the floor, and in a couch by the corner a man had a captive girl in his lap. Her hands were bound and her feet were in his lap. As he grabbed the toe of her sock, her bound hands came up to her face to conceal her smile and she shook her head. He grinned evilly and slowly pulled the sock off, revealing her bare foot. At the edges of the dance floor were a few suspended cages, each with a girl inside and a person outside sticking a feather duster in. Emily asked the bartender “What’s all that about?” A cute redhead in a black corset said “Those girls work here. The customers pay to use the feather dusters for a time. They can also pay to remove clothing or lower the cages. It breaks the ice for the newcomers. Speaking of, is this your first time?” “Why yes” said Emily looking around. “Is this actually for real?” The bartender, whose nametag read “Sam” said “It sure is. I can lock you in that cage if you’re too nervous to get started on your own?” Emily blushed, and suddenly a voice came from behind her that said smoothly “Sam, hasn’t your boss told you not to mess with the new talent? Or do I have to tickle you for your tips again?” Sam blushed now, and backed towards the liquor shelf nervously. Emily asked the tall, suit clad stranger “What?” He said “Oh you haven’t heard? If you find their service in any way lacking, you have to give them the oppurtunity to get their tips tickled back into them. That’s why she wears a corset, her pits are her worst spot.” She hissed “Damon!” So you weren't kidding on the website” Emily asked. “This really is a tickle club.” Damon said “Oh yes, but if you want to see come by when Sam brings my bottle of Dom. She needs a good tickling to earn her tips back after that hiss…” Sam gulped. She’d done it now. Damon slapped down a 20 and said “Whatever the lady likes is on me.” Sam fixed Emily a drink and grabbed a champagne bottle, but Emily hesitated as Sam left. Sam looked over her shoulder and said “You comin? This is what you wanted right?” Emily finished her liquid courage, and followed Sam to a door labelled “Barefoot Room” Upon entering, Sam said “It’s quite literal, no shoes allowed inside.” Sam quickly kicked off her pumps and went inside, and Emily removed her peep toed heels to join her. “You learn quickly Emily” Damon smiled as he smiled at Emilys little feet as she flexed her toes “Im just amazed” Emily replied blushing as she felt Damon's gaze on her toes “Theres nothing to feel scared about Emily" Damon smiled as he took a sip of his drink. “so tell me what brings you here”” Emily took a deep breath, and then she started “It all started when my friend Stephen tickled my feet a few months ago. It felt...well I guess how a normal person feels being tickled. Sure, the laughing was fun but when it was happening I just wanted him to stop after a few seconds...afterwards I couldn’t get it out of my head. I tried forgetting it, distracting myself. Anytime I was alone with my thoughts, I thought of that sensation and how badly I wanted it back. So I found this place...and here I am.” “And here you are.” Damon said. He saw Emily look down nervously and said “Emily, come sit by me.” She came and sat down next to him hesitantly, and drew her feet behind her knees, where Damon couldn’t see them. It was all she could do not to blush. He asked her “Sam needs to be tickled if she wants her tips from me, where should she be tickled?” “Her underarms” Emily replied without hesitation. Sam shut her eyes and raised her arms, beginning to breathe heavily. She begged “Please be gentle.” Damon looked and raised an eyebrow “you answered that quickly for a newbie; I think we may have a little sadist here. Sam, I think we should let your new friend here do the honors” Emily looked nervous again, and said “You want me to tickle her?” Damon nodded silently and said “If you'd prefer I can tickle her. The whole time you watch her suffer knowing that it's coming for you next…” She was up in an instant, and facing Sam directly. Sam felt her breathe and winced, that gave Emily an inexplicable pleasure. She pounced. Emily dug her nails into Sam’s underarms, and Damon smirked as she screamed. Sam was able to hold her arms up for a few seconds, but within 15 seconds they came down reflexively. Sam laughed like crazy but Emily wouldn't let up. Sam tried to turn away, but Emily kept at it, and pulled Sam closer. The punishment became a wrestling match soon as the girls came to the ground, with Emily straddling her hips. Emily leaned forward and pinned the poor bartender’s wrists over her head and blew on her underarms, which drove sam into a mad fit of giggles. She begged “HEHEHEHE Stop teasing!” Emily couldn't tell you why she said this, but she shouted “This is club tease!” Before she could sink her nails back into Sam’s smooth hollows, Emily burst out laughing “HAHAHAHAHA!” And lost her grip. Sam scrambled out from under her, and went to Damon, who was holding Emily’s ankle, with his other hand gently stroking her sole. She giggled gently with each stroke of his hands. He patted Sam on the butt and said “That’s enough sweetie. Call me when you get off work. For now I have some soft, pretty feet to break in.” This comment made Emily blush, and wiggle her baby blue toes. As Sam walked out of the room and grabbed her shoes, Emily looked down, anticipating the tickling. The tickling was slow, methodical. He was really tickling her brain more than her sole. Reminding her that he could do what he want, control her body against her will. He could make her laugh whenever he pleased. All it took was a foot and a finger. He had the finger, and the foot may as well have been a plaything of his. It was in his grasp and she wasn’t getting it out. Emily remained on all fours(or threes, not counting the foot that belonged to Damon at the moment), and giggled when Damon wanted her to, otherwise she just accepted the breaks and caught her breath. Sometimes she would look back at Damon, nearly melting him with that forced smile. Other times she looked away and tried to just take it. During a break, Damon rubbed her sole with his palm and commented “I see you took the website’s advice and got a pedicure. How recently?” Emily giggled “A couple hours ago hehehe.” she heard Damon inhale deeply and felt his lips rub along her sole now. His lips tickled ever so slightly. She giggled “hehehehe are you smelling my foot?” She read many of the men here also had foot fetishes, but never expected to find herself here tonight… He replied “You used a vanilla scented lotion. It’s my favorite.” “EEP!” She squealed, something had pinched the ball of her foot, and one look back at Damon licking his lips told the whole story. Could she really drive him so crazy with just her feet? This could add some fun to the tickling...but before she could finish that thought, her mind commanded her to laugh again. Emily fell flat on her belly as she felt a warm, wet sensation streak across her arch. She turned her head to the side to release peals of laughter, and started pounding the carpet with her fist. If Damon’s finger was mean, his tongue was just cruel. Emily was at once suffering and feeling an indescribable ecstasy. All she could do to cope was laugh, and between breaths beg “Hahahaha! Stahahahahap!” Emily got herself a momentary respite from Damon’s tongue, but only because he needed it to taunt her. His fingers returned to gently stroking her arches as he taunted “Oh you don’t want this to stop. If you did you’d pull your foot away. Look.” Emily flipped over and saw that his hand was open, only cupping her heel. He tickled with all his fingers slowly, and she reflexively pulled back a few inches, then paused. Emily hesitated a few seconds, it tickled so bad but there was just nothing like it. Her foot slowly slid back into his grip, and his hand closed around her ankle. She gasped, what had she done? Damon taunted “See? I knew you liked it!” And he tickled her sole all over again with his fingers, making her laugh even louder, wondering why she gave her foot to him. He lifted her foot up to his mouth, but there was resistance from her tight little dress. Damon lowered her foot and said “Emily, your dress is lovely but if you want to have more fun, it may be best to change.” Emily blushed again and said “I don't have a change of clothes.” Damon began stroking her instep and commented “Not to worry. There is a private changing room in here with spare clothes, better for our activities.” Damon helped her up, and opened a wall panel that led to a cozy changing room. Emily removed her dress and placed it on a hanger, then found a pair of little pink shorts and a white tshirt to put on. The shirt was awfully short, and only came down to her ribs, leaving her midriff vulnerable. The shorts were quite short, revealing her long tanned legs. She emerged a little sheepishly, but Damon gushed over her, making her blush for the umpteenth time tonight. She came up to the couch where he sat and requested “Where do you want me?” She felt his eyes combing every inch of exposed skin, searching for a spot to make her squeal. She felt uneasy, but exhilarated. Damon grabbed her by the hand and sat her on the couch next to him. He draped her legs over his...and once she breathed out he lobster clawed her knees. Emily shrieked, breaking down in helpless laughter as she tried to sit up and reach his hands. After a few moments of squeezing her legs and knees, Damon began to gently scribble his fingertips all along her thighs and up towards her hips. Emily’s laughter went up in pitch as Damon reached her hips and pinched, and he licked his lips looking at that bare midriff. Damon gave Emily a break to catch her breath, and breathing heavily she sighed “hehehe that was fun.” Damon had an evil smirk on his face, she asked him “What is that look for?” Damon said “I’m going to have that cute tummy of yours next. But I’m going to give you a choice, my tongue or my hands?” Emily’s eyes bugged out, and she couldn’t possibly choose between tortures for a moment. She thought about her feet, and his tongue was much worse there. She answered “Hands.” Damon smirked, had she chosen wrong? What was he playing at? She didn’t have time to think any further as ten fingers began wiggling along her midriff, and her tummy exploded with ticklish sensations. She let out a loud belly laugh, and cursed as her hands wanted nothing more than to seize his and make it stop. Despite this desperate need, her mind would not allow them, making them twitch up and down her sides in a comical fashion. The game changed utterly when Damon managed to wiggle a finger into her navel, making Emily scream like a banshee before breaking down in frantic laughter. She tried to get him off of there, but her hands were swatted away by his free hand. This was almost as bad as her toes, or that tongue! Maybe she should have let him use his tongue after all… After a minute or so of her navel being explored and prodded, Emily couldn’t take anymore. Her begs became more desperate, and Damon heard it in her voice. She cried loudly “Uncle! Hahahahahaha! Please! Mercy! Hahahaha!” Damon stopped rather quickly, but Emily didn’t manage to stop giggling for another minute. He rubbed her belly during this time, and at last she recovered. She propped herself up on her elbows saying “That was wicked...I’ve never felt anything like it before.” Damon smirked, and said “I bet not.” Before they could say anything else, a blonde woman and a brunette with golden brown hair came into the room dancing with each other, kicking their shoes off as they entered. They plopped on the couch opposite Damon and Emily. The blonde said “I told you if we danced Damon would get us a snack!” Emily covered her face nervously as she blushed like a teenager, and would have curled into a ball had Damon not held her knees. The brunette asked “Who’s the tickle toy?” Damon said evenly “Girls, this is Emily. Emily, that is Shay, and Blair. Two tickle slaves of mine, who need to remember what happens when they don’t use their manners.” Damon continued “Emily is new, and I think she has had enough for one night. Blair, why don’t you tie Shay’s arms over her head?” They got to work, enjoying themselves and clearly under the influence a bit. Emily asked “So what, just like that we’re done?” Damon smirked and said “For tonight, after I do one quick thing. If you want another session I’ll see to it that you can contact me. Sit tight.” Damon got up and tested Shay’s bonds, who was standing on her tiptoes in the middle of the room, suspended from a chain. Damon produced two more cuffs and said “Your turn Blair.” She giggled as she assumed position for her restraints. Once they were restrained Damon instructed Emily “Give me your sole” holding his hand out. She placed an ankle in his hand, and he produced a pen. He slowly and painstakingly wrote something on Emily’s sole, but she couldn’t tell. All she could do was laugh and scream until he finished. It felt like an eternity of that ball point pen stroking her arches, but it was bliss for her. When he finally finished, he pecked each of her soles goodnight and she left for the evening. She inspected her sole before putting her shoes back on, and it read Damon’s number and address.

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You make me feel young again*

PART THREE / MASTERLIST

pairing: post azkaban sirius black x y/n

warning: dirty thoughts/ letters

a/n i had so many request to make more of this series so here we are... enjoy :P

A couple of weeks had gone past, without any contact from Sirius and yours and Professor Lupins relationship had gone back to normal, like nothing had ever happened.

The only thing on your mind was the way Sirius touched you, how his skin felt against yours. You missed it.

You remember the words Sirius spoke the last and only time you were together;

“Not many girls like you,”

Not many girls like you? The way Sirius spoke about his time as a teenager he made it sound like he had slept around.

It was taunting your mind, you wanted to see Sirius again, you needed too. You daydreamed in class about him, at lunch in the shower, in bed. You needed that mans affection again.

It got so bad that you were loosing sleep, you were genuinely so aroused that you couldn't sleep at night, not with a puddle and a heartbeat between your legs.

You thought you could relieve some of the tension yourself but of course that didn't work, just made it worse.

You needed male attention.

And of course your friends caught onto your behaviour changes, asking you a variety or questions when you left your dorm room looking like a disheveled mess.

In other words, you were desperate.

class

You're currently sitting in class, potions to be exact, listening to Professor Snape bore on about how it's illegal to become animagi underage. You had no interest whatsoever in the subject at hand so decided to rest your head on your hand and let your mind wander. What you didn't remember was that Professor Snape was a skilled Legilimens. His voice rung out from the front of the class just as your mind wandered in the direction it had been for a while now, Sirius.

“Y/n, I suggest you concentrate if you don't want your fellow classmates and I knowing what you're thinking about,” His eyes narrowed in your direction, pulling everyones attention from their work, all eyes on you. Some smirks, some confused, some bothered because they had been distracted.

You let out a silent huff as you switch your attention to the parchment in front of you.

common room

Your friends surround you, all looking intrigued. They had just interrupted you from reading your book sitting next to the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room.

“We know somethings up Y/n, would you just give up and tell us already!” Angelina flung her arms around in expression. She was pulled out of her expressive state with a hand on her shoulder, Freds.

“Ange is right Y/n, we just wanna know if there was anything we could do to help.” Fred asks, his body was slouched forwards slightly so he didn't seem as intimidating as he usually did.

You measure your friends that you're okay and that you're just not getting enough sleep.

You were so into your book and now your attention has been snatched by your brain again, filling your vision with images of that night, the night where right went wrong, the night of your life.

You'd had enough of this tormenting, the only way you could get to Sirius was through Professor Lupin and you had an idea.

You proceeded to write Sirius a letter, a very detailed letter, just to bless his imagination as much as you blessed his everyday but the your mind flooded with questions; What if Sirius didn't want to see you again? Is that why he hadn't contacted you first? Did he think you were just a one time thing? But Sirius thought the complete opposite of this.

Sirius received your letter, Remus handed it to him with a stern look on his face.

“I didn't read it, I respect your privacy Sirius but you have to be smart about it,” Sirius knew straight away who the letter was from. Remus sat at the table opposite him in their shared home.

“We don't know what it says yet Moony,” Sirius scoffs and opens the letter.

Dear Sirius,

If Prof. Lupin is around, do not show any sign on your face with the words I am about to say. Sirius I miss your touch, I'm not sure if you thought it was a one time thing and I could be embarrassing myself right now but if you feel the same, if you didn’t want it to be a one time thing I wonder why I can see you next. I sit in my classes, arousal pooling in my panties because of you. Your making me feral Sirius, I need you inside of me soon, I cant please myself, I need you and your big cock to stretch out my tight pussy, its waiting for you Sirius.

Y/n :)

Sirius couldn't contain himself, he quickly grew hard in his trousers also trying not to show any signal as to what the letter had just read. Of course he wanted to see you again, he wanted his hands all over your body, his callous fingers rubbing against the red of your ass where he has just slapped.

Remus looked at him with confusion as Sirius was sitting there with sort of wide eyes wondering how he was suddenly wrapped up with an 18 year old. He was pinning over her, attached.

“Sirius, what did it say?” Remus leaned forwards in his chair, hand sewn together as well as his eyebrows.

Sirius snapped out of his stance on the command of Remus’ voice.

“It said that what we did was a mistake and that she is sorry,” Sirius lies straight through his teeth, pretending that the letter had bruised his ego.

The air was clear, and everyone could breath again.

Sirius was relieved that Remus had believed him and Remus was relieved because Sirius and yourself were no longer infatuated with each other, lifting a huge relief of his shoulder.

But Remus didn't know the contents of Sirius next letter to you...

hogwarts

You were sitting at breakfast, tapping on the table. Your distractions had gotten better over the last couple days meaning that you'd been sleeping better meaning that your friends hadn't been on your back constantly.

“You alright Y/n?” Angelina sits next to you, swinging her legs dramatically over the bench, stretching her arm into the middle of the table to grab an apple.

“Yeah I'm okay thanks Ange,” She smiles at you. “How are you?” You ask, taking another bite of the toast that sat on your plate.

“Yeah yeah I'm all good, anyway I came here to tell you that Professor Lupin wants to see you before class,” Your eyes widen, had he read the letter between you and Sirius? You didn't think he would have, he wasn't the type to invade privacy.

Angelina noticed the colour drain from your face and a worried look creeps onto her face. “Whats wrong? What did you do? Are you in trouble?” She bombards you with questions to which you stand up and run out of the hall towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. You might as well pack your bags now, theres no way that he is going to let you off without punishment after he read the letter.

Your legs ran as fast as they could take you, dodging students and teachers, earning a phew ‘No running in corridors’.

You came to an immediate halt in front of the door you recognised so well and you knocked.

“Come in,” You heard from the other side of the door.

You take a deep breath, feel the cold untouched door handle underneath your shaking skin. You breath again, trying to steady your breaths and trying to hold back the tears that were ebbing on your waterline.

You push the door open to find your DADA Professor standing at the top of the stairs leading up to his office, you sniffle and bite your lip, hiding any emotion.

“Come into my office Y/n,” He turns around and strides into his office, leaving the door open behind him.

You begin to walk towards the stairs, having his emotionless words replay in your head, thinking out all the possibilities of how this interaction could go and how you could make it easier for yourself. You pace the floor feeling the cold air of the classroom consume you due to the lack of human warmth. You shiver and resume your journey now striding up the stairs.

Pushing the door open, you stride into his office the same way he did. You immediately saw a letter on the desk, you mentally cursed yourself, letting your Professor do all the talking.

“I see you got my message from Angelina?” He was slouched back in his chair, looking rather relaxed.

You nod, worried if you speak that your voice will break as you were on the verge of tears.

“Why so quiet? Is there something wrong?” His eyebrows furrowed as he asked.

“No nothing, just not sleeping properly lately,” You lie, you figured you would just tell everyone the same thing so that if the subject came up everyones stories would match.

“Ah yes, Angelina told me,” You looked shocked. “Anyway,” He dismisses the subject. “I have something for you,” Remus turns your attention when he picks up the letter on the desk with his long, dainty fingers.

The letter was for you? You thought that was the letter you sent Sirius.

You take the letter that he was offering and examine it. There was no name on the front of it and it wasn't sealed at the back. You look up at your Professor and all he does is smile and nod, then your attention is back on the letter, you practically ripped it open, knowing that it was from Sirius.

Dear Y/n,

I assume you will have received this letter from Remus.

We cant send any more letters as I told Remus that your letter was about how you thought what we did was wrong and that it was a mistake so tell him that as well, thats what he knows. I am in instant need of you, I want to feel your body below me, writhing around underneath me. I need to taste you, all of you. I want to make your ass all red then kiss it all over. I want to make you cum over and over and over until you cant cum anymore, would you like that? I will find a way that we can reunite but you're going to have to wait pup, I'm sure you can do that for me.

Sirius *paw-print*

The colour drained from your face once again and your heart rate sped up drastically. Only Sirius words had this great of an effect on you. You had to hide any expression from Remus, you knew what he knew and you had to go along with it.

“Im sorry Y/n but I think it was for the best,” The Professor sat before you, shuffling papers ready for your first lesson with him.

“I agree Professor, thank you for delivering my letter,” You reply, trying to ignore the puddle in you underwear. You had to do something about it before class started, you could sit in his lesson feeling aroused the whole time!

“Your free to wait in here Y/n, class will start soon,” You decline your Professors offer and run to the toilet with the letter, needing to relieve some of this built up tension.

#harry potter #harry potter smut #sirius fluff #sirius black fluff #sirius black smut #sirius black #sirius orion black #remus lupin smut #remus john lupin #remus lupin #professor lupin smut #professor lupin #hogwarts

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shelf-care · 3 years

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Obsession

Part 4 of the lipstick mark series.

This really isn’t an X OC for creed, but this part is entirely about him and his character and how they had met kinda. I’m saving that for down the line.

Warnings: Creed being Creed.

Everything in life starts with your mindset. It reveals something about who you are and what you do. Is it the way you look at the problems of the world, or the way you want to see the universe around you? Who knows, the world is screwed. Nothing can even start to explain how bad things can get. Maybe that explains the way I am.

Victor Creed (Weapon X Journal log 1996)

“Tell me what she’s been doing.” The claw on his right hand ran down the interns face, cutting his flesh open in the thinest line, trailing from his eye, over the bridge of his nose, and then down to his lips. The young man couldn’t be more than twenty two at the most. A Harvard graduate, top of his class in genetic theory and chemistry. The man swallowed, “I can’t give you that information sir. I don’t have the clearance level.” He gasped as Creed released him from his grip, only because he didn’t want to get another strike on his record, to which he had six. “Tell me who does.” Yellow eyes watch his every move, a lion seeking to devour his prey in an instant if he made any sudden moves. “Doctor Striker. He’s the director of Project Trojan horse. He specifically chose Agent Hope for the operation.” The man scoffed, watching a long and thick track of blood slowly pulling down from the cut he’d left on the kids face. “Strikers back.” He smiled. “Missed that sick bastard.” He wiped his claws clean on his coat, then opened the door to leave. “Thanks kid, you were a big help. Make sure to change those pant’s o’ yours.” He chuckled with his white teeth piercing the dim room, his back turning to leave the kid alone and utterly terrified.

With every step Victor couldn’t decide wether or not to be giddy or to curb his excitement out of premature celebration. She was his, had been that way for the last few years. A few months didn’t change that. She was like his light in the dark, his morning star. Why did she not see what she was to him? He’d only felt this one other time before. A burning, and ache for the things that were real. She was the last of the real breed. The type of people who would do anything to save the world. Him? He’d sacrifice the world in a heart beat for her. He’d do annoying to hold her in his arms as they laid contemplating life as they stared at the ceiling. He missed the way she smelled after a night in the rain, running his claws through her thick curls. He scoffed to himself. He became soft, his obsession drove him mad, but it was the best kind. It was like a hunt that would never let him go. The excitement, the raw adrenaline he’d always loved as young man. As his boots connected with the grated floor he heard muffled voices discussing a recent development on “Hopes” mission. Creed was more than curious, he wanted to know what was so important. Tapping in his verification code, the door slid open to the side. Stepping in all the doctors in the room became like a funeral parlor. Dead eyes staring at him all the while folding his arms with a grin on his face. “No continue Doctor Striker.” He gave the man at the table the floor. “I don’t think thats wise Creed. Considering that the topic is about your Former commander, not to mention Ex lover of sorts and her current conditions.” He scoffed again. “She’s still my girl.” He said as a joke but with the hidden agenda of something Striker couldn’t place, but at the same time he’d known what Victor was planning. “Its inappropriate, and is currently on a top level clearance need to know basis.” Creeds steps thundered across the room, every step a low roll of a storm threatening those around it. “Then by all means Doctor, remove me.” He sat down at the table, legs placed on top of the table with research papers under his boots. Picking one up and placing over he saw lots of long wards that he couldn’t be bothered to try and decipher. “The way I see it. Theres something you don’t want me knowing about because she’s become more than just an operative and sleeper agent.” He lent forward, his hair curtaining most of his face. Striker removed his glasses, giving them a rub with a cleaning cloth, then pushed them up the bridge of his nose as he was finished. “You’re not as idiotic as you look.” He commented. Creed chuckled in a rather dark tone. “You’d be surprised on what goes on in here.” He motioned with his rather large index claw to his temple. Creed stood up again, towering over the sitting Striker. Without even looking below, Victor snatched up the latest report from the physical they had run just earlier that day on an “Agent Hope.” As he flipped through the report, there were pictures of her. Her face, physical features that looked foreign to him even if they had been intimate many times before. “He glanced down at a picture that he was even more unfamiliar to him. An almost entirely black photograph, dates were written in the corners, the time, subject, and then the being. “Fetus X.” Was the name they had given the photo. “Fetus X?” He threw the file back n the table. This time the cool demeanor of Striker fading away. “I told you this was the concern of our department and the state of Toronto. Creeds hand wrapped itself around Strikers weasel like neck. Living him off the floor and over Victors head, he could hear the oxygen leave the room as the other scientists and Doctors watched on in horror and stuck to their seats, too afraid to leave. “You knocked her up? And you didn’t even have the damn decency to let me know? You’re turning her into a damn Petri dish!” He squeezed hard enough to make Striker jump, and as a result make his glasses fall and hit the floor. “We supplemented her Birth control, we needed this to happen.” He explained. “Keep going.” The threat became even more real as Creeds claws started to draw blood. “Weapon X, is the biological father. We needed his DNA, we need to know w-what makes his mutation so lethal.” After hearing this he threw The man into the nearest wall. HIs body hit the ground like a stack of bricks hit concrete. Victor said nothing as he started to leave the room. As he rubbed his neck, Striker regained his confidence. “If it changes anything, she wants this child.” Creeds stare was the coldest and murderous you could ever imagine seeing. The yellow orange eyes of his filled with such anger it could rival that of a volcanos lava that had just reached the surface.

“You better pray that I don’t find her first.”

#victor creed x oc #wolverine x oc #wolverine x reader #victor creed x reader #X-men OC #X-MEN FANFIC #X-men #marvel #marvel x reader #sabertooth x reader #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #avengers #Weapon X

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