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The Veiled One - Ajax x (Fem) Reader

Troy (2004) Oneshot

Requested by @blackedropedreaper

"Hi!i've read some of your TROY-stories and i love them.

If you're up for it, could you make one for Eudorus, Ajax, Odysseus or Hector?

For Ajax: (Reader is female) Y/n is sister to Helen. And while Helen is beautiful, she is scarred across the face, she is still beautiful, but is insecure because of her scars. Ajax, being scarred himself tries to make her see herself like he sees her "

Hi! As i told you in my answer to the ask, I'm releasing each fic one at the time. I started by this one and I hope you will enjoy it because i feel it's very sweet

Warnings: Hints for a no war AU, Agamemnon doing tasteless comments (as always). Despite events and characters from the myths were added, this fic works in an AU for the 2004 film.

Summary: The best of Greece has arrived to your city seeking to court your sister, the most beautifull woman in the world, but you haven't had any luck finding candidates among the men who accompany her suitors. In a world were a wife's beauty directly represents her husband's status, you feel disqualified for marriage due to your scarred face.

After one of the visitors cruelly reminds you of that through open humilliation your insecurities are so strong that you can't notice someone else had his eyes on you the whole time. Ajax had initially came to meet Helen and when he admits to be considering stop pursuing her, you believe he has been tricked by Odysseus. Hoping to prevent he would be robbed of his chance, you try to convince him of stay in the competition, but he has something else to tell you.

Tags: @blackedropedreaper

The most remarkable men in the country were coming all at once to your city, guided by illusion and desire. Everyone wanted to be the lucky one winning the hand of Helen, your sister, and take her home as their wife. Rumours claiming she was the most beautifull woman in the world were feeding an autentical craze with people coming from every corner. The numbers on her suitors list were going out of hand, a constant growth that challenged the hosting capacity of the palace. Some of the newcomers and their men would have to end up settling camps near the acropolis because the place was overpopulated.

It was an episode with no precedents, they were all ready to step on each other's heads for one smile of your sister. She was leaving her mark in history as the woman Greece had fallen in love with and despite you were happy for her, you were still very worried about the whole thing. Only one would end up victorious and the rest would have to deal with rejectment, what could possibly be a hard challenge for many nobles and heroes used to get what they wanted.

Romance was so far away from your experience that it was understandable you would be thinking of that first, while she was analyzing each prospect from a personal perspective hoping to find one she would fancy. You both have allways been a team, you knew each other better than anyone and that bond could never be ruined even despite of how drastically different you were.

Night and day, mind and heart, uglyness and beauty. In all their wisdown the gods have decided that her flawless face needed a contrasting opposite to keep the balance of the world and it had to be yours. The price to pay for beauty like hers to walk arround mortals that would admire it was your scarred face dooming you to be invisible.

Despite what gossips would indicate, you weren't necesarily jealous of her. The way people acted about your difference was the horrible part. Over the years you got tired of hearing them murmur about how you could have been as beautifull as her, if it wasn't for your scars. The kindest voices would say it out of pitty, while the cruel ones would express genuine dissapointment looking at you.

Used as you were to that during first impressions, you opted for wearing a veil in public whenever the palace would have foreigner visitors. In the context of the massive arrival of suitors for Helen that would sometimes lead to confussions where you would be mistaken for the bride.

The most notorious one of those misunderstandings happened during the comíng of the Atreides. Only King Menelaus was going to make a plead, but his brother Agamemnon was there to make explicit mannifest of the family's political power hoping to twist things in his favor.

So it was thought, untill they found out of your existence.

" Forgive us, Helen. Naturally, we expected the veiled one to be the bride. " The mycenaean king apologized for both about having confused you for her. " I have to admit this has surprised me. I'm travelling here for my brother's wife, but never consider I could find anything for myself. The hundred mouths of Fame are all occupied in you, but fail to mention you have a sister. "

Helen and you were one in your disdain for those men, already famous for being despicable. You frankly hated Agamemnon's entitlement, the way he would speak of Menelaus as if he had already won and how he would speak of you both as a package thing they could get and later split taking one each.

You may have been running short in possible marriage prospects, but you surely didn't want to end up with that self centered old king.

" It would be a waste of time. " You answered for Helen. " There is nothing remarkable in me."

A few more men were awaiting their turns to introduce themselves, others were there simply observing the pompous arrival. You managed to recognize your cousin's husband, King Odysseus of Ithaca, on that crowd. Next to him there were a cocky blond and a rough looking tall man, men that you didn't know at all. However, Agamemnon did seem to know them and their presence was somehow encouraging him to insist.

" Don't be shy, little one. Let me see your face. If I like what i find, I will do my plead. "

What could the mycenaean king possibly want with you? Did he think that offering you marriage would secure the triumph of Menelaus with your sister? Was he expecting to find a woman as beautifull as her that he could keep for himself without interfering with his brother's desires?

You looked at Helen and nodded negatively.

" She doesn't feel comfortable with that. " Your sister defended you. " That's how she presents herself in public and she doesn't feel inclined to change it for anyone."

The clarification confused and annoyed the king.

" I guess exceptions could be made when the most powerfull man in Greece requests it. " He insisted, careless for the negatory. " I can make her the queen of my growing empire, but for that I need to be sure she is worthy. "

" I'm not, so you don't have to. " You simply replicated. " I could never be your wife, a man of your position would feel disgraced being by my side. "

Agamemnon deviated his attention towards the blond man subtly chuckling, convinced that he was laughing of him. Both assumed you were merely trying to politely reject the advances of a man you wouldn't want to marry taking the blame so it wouldn't feel like that.

" That's very clever, but not enough to fool me … and you are making me loose my patience. "

Cornered as you were, there was nothing else you could have done but acceed to his demand. You knew exactly what was going to happen and tried so badly to avoid it in order to protect your honor, but that insensitive man left you no choice but to reveal yourself.

His blatant horror was impossible to dissimulate. The disgust that the contradiction of his expectations caused would make him act as the humilliated one despite he was shaming you.

" What kind of sick joke is this? The most beautifull woman in the world has a deformed sister! "

" Has your father ever neglected the sacrifices for Aphrodite and that's why you ended up like that while your sister is so gorgeous? " Menelaus followed him, presenting his ask with genuine curiosity. " … Just wondering, it's a strange situation. Too ironical, I could understand if you were cursed. Helen is practically perfect and everything else is good on you, but those marks look like if your beauty would have been ruined on purpose. "

" Typical of the sons of Atreus, blaming family curses on everyone else but themselves. You are the ones who should be worried about that. " Was Helen's flawless comeback. " What makes you think my father would want to see me married to the youngest son of the beast that murdered his own nephews to feed their flesh to their father? "

Menelaus didn't see that coming, he couldn't have possibly expected she would talk back like that.

" Where are your brothers, Helen? Lost forever, nobody knows what happened to the twins. " Agamemnon responded for him. " Your father knows your marriage is the last hope of the bloodline and he can't afford reject an alliance with us. After all, he will never get a good deal for her. "

Silent tears began to fall down your cheeks. Helen was holding your hand, gesturally begging you to stay strong, but the cruel man reminded you of your loss and also made you feel horrible.

" She got rid of you. If you ask me, that's an excellent deal. " The blond man interrupted, then smiled at you from afar. " The scars work to keep old pigs away, men who can't handle a flaw because they want to get a perfect wife in order to compensate they are past their prime in the battlefield. "

With your face still wet from the crying he made you chuckle and he seemed satisfied with that.

However, the rage of the king and his humilliation threatened with turning the situation into a scandall.

" Well. Nobody asked you, Achilles! What are you doing here, in the first place? The bride in dispute is far away from your reach, kings are not going to compete for her against soldiers. "

The attempt to shame him was completely pointless.

" Every single one of the suitors claim to be capable of winning Helen on their own, yet all of them have external support. " Achilles mocked the situation while starting to explain himself. " Diomedes counts with the trickery of Odysseus, Menelaus has your political power … I'm lending the fear of my name and the worship it inspires to support Ajax. He is tired of getting the short end of the stick because he comes from a poor island. I understand that, i'm just a soldier … Ríght? "

He looked at the tall man beside him, seeking his support while he finished to taunt Agamemnon, but he seemed quite lost in something.

You didn't noticed untill then that he was looking at you.

" Our brave actions in combat always make the difference, but he is the onlyone getting acknowledged for that. " Ajax concluded when he realized he had lost the focus. " Achilles is making his part in keeping things fair helping me on this. "

" I honestly thought it would be hilarious if he gets the girl and humilliates your brother. He wants vindication and I want to see you loose. " Achilles added, still in a mockfull spirit trying to irritate Agamemnon. " if this do ends in war, like some are already fearing, we will fight as a team … Good luck trying to survive us, all the gold in Mycenae is not going to save you. "

" Let's hope it will not get that far. " Odysseus corrected, severely concerned. " What kind of man gives his wife a bloodbath as wedding present?"

" I would. " Achilles calmly stated. " Disgraced will be the men getting in my way if I fall in love one day, they would all descend to Hades. "

" You forget that may scare the bride and ruin the marriage. " Ajax interrupted him. " Your looks aren't threatening enough to scare women, that's why you don't consider it. If I would kill all my rivals in front of my future wife, she may never overcome the fear. "

For the very first time since the whole thing started, one of the suitors of Helen had personally impressed you. Ajax would be the one better positioned to do threats with fighting for her, but he was choosing not to because he didn't want to scare her away. It made you wonder how many times had he accidentally frightened a woman he wanted in order to learn that lesson. Exactly as you developed the veil strategy to cover your scars seeking to pass as attractive, he attempted to tone down the raw rougheness so the refined ladies wouldn't run away from him.

If he would have arrived for you, it was for sure that you would have promised him you wouldn't. Knowing he was there for Helen made you feel genuinely jealous because you liked him.

It got worse when he approached to formally salute both of you and the closer look allowed you to notice a few sharp lines across one side of his face. Battle scars, the patterns were like a sygn of the gods speaking to you.

That wouldn't matter, even if Helen didn't want him he could never possibly have any interest in you. Underrated compared to others, but Ajax of Salamis was still a famous hero. Often considered the strongest man in Greece, legends claimed he was capable of bringing down a tree with one swing of his axe and the blow of his battle hammer was an inmediate death sentence. However, as days would pass you found out tales failed to mention he was the sweetest tempered of greek heroes. Odysseus underestimated his intelligence, Achilles was critical of his humbleness, but Ajax was still friendly to everyone despite being somewhat aware that he wasn't always as valued as he should be.

At any given chance you would have, you were there to make justice. He could never be yours, but you wanted him to succeed and prove the world his worth even if that meant he would marry your sister. In a short span you became very efficient on his defense, ocassionally team working with Achilles whenever his ego allowed it. It eventually made all the others suspect your loyalties sided with one particular contestant and that was a problem given your closeness with the future bride possibly acting as influence.

Tired as she was of hearing people say that she was playing with the hearts of her suitors, Helen enjoyed of watching you play tricks on them that served her to silently judge the contestants. The unfortunate accident involving the mycenaean king was a hard hit on your crumbling self confidence, but it also gave you the excellent idea of evaluating all the men through his reactions interacting with you. If Helen wanted to see their true colors, there was nothing easier than observing their treatment of a woman they weren't attracted to.

For that night you were preparing a test that would be the ultimate proof of their insulting shallowness. They would have to endure full conversations forced to stare at your clean face. No veils, hair tied up in a beautifull hairstyle that made it impossible for you to use your falling locks as curtains hidding your imperfections. The intention was to determinate which ones were capable of showing genuine respect and separate them from the ones that would try fake attempts of condescending praise or would not tolerate the discomfort.

Even tho you were on board the idea from its conception, she insisted in reassuring you first.

" In a fair world, my dear, you would be already married. " She commented caressing your cheek. " You are beautifull and it's not your fault that the Kings of Greece have such narrowed definition for that. "

You gave her a half smile.

" Your fate is to become a Queen and mine is to remain in our father's house taking care of him untill old age will leave me completely alone … And it's not your fault, what i hate the most of this is that I will miss you. One of those men will take you away and I will see you only when chances would allow it. To meet your children, or maybe in someone else's wedding. "

" Don't say that! " She interrupted you. " I will always be there for you and you won't end your days alone. "

Helen hugged you, sensing that you needed it like if you lives depended of it.

" I'm scared! So scared that you could be given to a horrible man that would separate us. " You admitted ríght away. " … , but i'm also afraid that you could marry a wonderfull man and forget of me. Sister, i don't want to loose you! I will never have the joy of a self made family, you are all i have. "

Helen tried to lift your spirits the best she could. Her words came from her heart.

" You will never loose me, no matter how much our lives may change. Don't deny yourself of the posibility for change. I will always love you, but i don't believe my sibling love is all life has for you. The day will come when a man will want you for wife and you will know it will be for real. The men who currently reject your scars will never be ready to see my wrinkles. Whatever advantage they now think I have over you, time will fade away. I will not be the most beautifull woman in the country forever, but the man choosing you will love you forever. "

Although meaningfull, her advice didn't achieve the cheering effect expected. She didn't know that the only man you wanted was already in the lines of her suitors.

" Let's scare some shallow men away, shall we? "

You presented yourselves together to have the last meal of the day with the guests, arriving to the banquet hall between complicit laughs. Helen took the ríght seat next to your father and you took the left, observing the men i'm front of you and evaluating their reactions. A brief distraction guided you in the ríght direction when Achilles made you a subtle sign to laugh with him knowing it would annoy Agamemnon. It was quite fun, but you stopped caring when your eyes found Ajax alongside him.

He could tell you were staring, but his response was to simply smile at you and the embarrasement made you look down. You didn't notice then how his glance refused to abandon you untill the King stood up to make an annoncement and Achilles nudged him so he would pay attention.

" Noble suitors of my daughter! You have come from every corner of Greece to honor the beauty of Helen with your marriage proposals. No father can be more pleased, but never more concerned!!! " Was the beggining of the king's speech, making you suspect that his confession of his fears would preceed a big announcement for the contestants. " Only one of you can take her to his house, only one shall lay with her in the thalamus. For the rest awaits the bitter end of rejection, outcome no man is prepared to face. Of this wedding depends the unity of the country or its doom, whispers have come to my ears of threats of war from men willing to spill blood if the consecuencies turn out adverse for them."

Achilles admitted his guilt with a self satisfied smile. Even if he was only supporting a suitor, he guessed the callout was for him.

" A blissfull event such as a wedding should not be accompanied of funerals. The blood spilled would be a curse for the marriage itself!!! " Tindareus kept explaining, the words of Odysseus doing echo in his voice." This exceptional circunstancies force us to adopt exceptional solutions, for what I have decided that new requirements will be applied to grant my blessing of this union."

Menelaus and Agamemnon shared subtle looks of dissaprobal, rejecting that any conditions should be impossed to them.

" First, I shall warn you I will not be the one taking the choice, Helen will … And you will swear by unbreakable oath to respect her choice."

Disconcert reigned among the men and your sister had a bright smile. Mixed reactions oscilating between surprise and disgust coming from them were a delight to both of you.

As you were already guesing, Menelaus was the first one raising in protest.

" Nothing would be more insulting than expecting us to let ourselves get choosen by a woman. "

" You won't be and you know it. " Diomedes recalled, starting an argument. " You are doomed if fears of war or the use of political power are out of the calculation. I agree in considering it too atypical, but i can't deny it's fair. "

" Peraphs because you feel so close to winning with the old man out of the way. " Prince Antylochus of Pylos snarked. " But you forget i'm the youngest and … Frankly? Aside from being a formidable warrior, clearly the most handsome "

Each and every suitor was trying to prove why they themselves would be the choosen one, with cassual interventions of Achilles feeding the fire for the sake of making them tear each other apart exactly as they weren't supposed to. You were having a lot of fun with the spectacle, at least untill you noticed one of them was too silent on the matter.

Ajax seemed lost in his own thoughts, so you tried to encourage him to speak with a sweet smile. He raised from his seat to pronunce himself, but what he had to say wasn't what you expected.

" It's no longer my desire to pursue Helen. "

It was the unthinkable, nobody else seemed capable of giving up no matter how hard they were complaining on the conditions.

" Great choice, my friend! It's what i would have done. " Odysseus praised him. " A humble step back for the wellbeing of Greece."

Your eyes were throwing daggers at him. Through Odysseus' trickery Ajax was being scammed, persuaded to abandon the competition because he was too strong to loose in the first place.

Achilles, ubicated in between of both heroes, seemed to share your opinion.

" It's not the best time to be humble, don't damage your honor to spare a few lives. "

You couldn't let that happen to him, even if you would suffer having him as your new brother in law. Helen didn't seem particularly inclined towards him, but you have never told her of your crush fearing it may have ruined his chances with her. He deserved better than being robbed of his oportunity by either your pointless feelings or some scheme of the ithacan king.

As soon as the room got clear after the banquet you rushed to chatch him on his way out and walk with him in order to do your try of persuading him to act for his true interests.

" My lord, you have performed the most impossible of feats tonight. How did you manage to reject her? No one has accomplished that before and i'm confused about the veracity of your claims."

Ajax chuckled to himself, as if he knew something you clearly didn't.

" I was completely serious, i lost interest on courting her. "

That seemed to confuse you even more.

" With the greatest of respects, i have to ask: You don't want to, or feel unable to keep doing so? Because that would be ridículous, you have the same chances as everyone else."

He got your point, but didn't look to affected by the exhortation.

" Your sister didn't look twice at me since my arrival, something that is hard to achieve for most because of my size."

The subtle self mock made you giggle a bit, outlet to release the nervousy caused for being so close to him.

" A woman would always feel protected alongside a man of such impactfull presence. " You twisted his point to sincerely flatter him. " … And I bet that the strongest arms in Greece must give the best hugs. "

He smiled briefly for you and you loved him even more.

" There is no need for you to lift my spirits, sweet princess. I don't regret it and my heart holds no sorrow, since I haven't lost as greatly as you suppose. Helen is not the only beautifull lady in the country, not even in this city … or in this home."

You stared at him in shock.

" There are only two ladies in the palace, unless you temporally count Penelope's visit despite she is already married. "

Your wondering naivety was quite cute to him.

" I was talking of you. " He clarified. " You are the beautifull lady. No matter how famous the beauty of your sister is, when you smile for me with such tenderness you become the most beautifull creature in the room. You have facilitated my choice tonight, by allowing me to look once more at your sweet face in detail. "

" I was trying to make everyone unconfortable to amuse Helen. " You innocently confessed, still in disbelief. " It's no mystery why most men would disagree with you. "

" Only cowards flee from a few scars. " He corrected you. " I carry mines with pride. "

" It's different: you are a warrior. A princess is not supposed to look like this. " You explained, venting your insecurities to show him why you couldn't see things the same way. " People get so excited hearing the divine among women has a sister, only to discover this. "

You pointed at the flawed side of your face, but he took your hand and your glance followed the act.

" I was supposed to be beautifull like her … Who could want me now?"

" I do. " He insisted, his voice going softer for you. " Everything i said, i mean it. Even if you can't see it, is my truth. And if you allow me, i will show it to you. "

He seiled his promise pulling you closer for a strong hug. Once you were secured against him, his hands reached your face and caressed you with unbelievable tenderness. No one would have expected it coming from him and you never imagined you would be worthy of that.

To your consenting awe he responded deepening the contact through a sweet kiss and for the first time in your life, you got to feel beautifull.

The next morning you intended to keep the secret, but the consequencies of your happiness were visible even in the way you choose to present yourself. Your hair was loose, but not in an obstructive way. With the excuse of witnessing the oath you were wearing a fine dress fitting for a celebration and, most importantly, a cosmetic artwork over your scars added beauty to the flaw instead of hidding it.

A new contestant had arrived just in time to replace Ajax and he was the first pointing it out.

" You look so beautifull! It's like if Zeus himself would have painted his lightning bolt across your face. "

You humbly smiled to the compliment, so unused to that sort of praise that you weren't sure of how to respond.

" It was painted over my skin, following the trace of my very real scars."

The handsome young man wasn't dissapointed by the explanation.

" Well, darling, that changes things very little. I'm a worshipper of Aphrodite. Guided by my goddess I acknowledge and cheer beauty in every form presented before my eyes. "

" If you came looking for beauty, i guess you are in the ríght place. " Was all you could answer. " My sister will be ready for your eyes soon … "

" I came from far away, looking for love. " The man corrected you. " And if Helen chooses to reject me, maybe i will not have to leave on empty hands. "

He reinforced the meaning of his words taking your hand to kiss your knuckles.

" I don't see a husband arround … Are you betrothed already? "

You felt the protective grip of Ajax's hand touching your shoulder.

" Soon she will be. " He explained before you could say anything. " To me. "

The stranger observed the huge frame of the hero with an amount of horror that was quite amusing to you despite it was perfectly understandable. The nice lad was small and lanky in comparison, Ajax could easily break him without using any weapons.

" … And I clearly respect that! " He commented, making fun of himself to escape the awkward situation. " I have no intentions of competing against you, my monumental friend … And I have to admit i'm frankly relieved to know I won't have to. "

Another man approached ríght behind him. He was of stronger frame but similar enough to make you suspect they were related.

" Already getting yourself in trouble? Keep eyes on your prize, Paris. "

It all made sense, and you couldn't be happier for your sister.

" You are the princes of Troy! The only ones who can actually compete in fair conditions against the threats of the Atreides!"

The stronger one showed approval of your guessings.

" I came here to support my brother, but I do have heard that Agamemnon has done the same. "

You looked sweetly at Ajax, as if you asked for his permission to say something very unflattering.

" And I wish your brother all the luck in the world, even if it's just to ruin his plans. I want those horrible men far away from us."

It didn't take you long to find the courage to take your sip of ironical vengeance. You kept conversating with the princes for a while, but as soon as you spotted Achilles you rushed to him with the news keeping your own mischievous intentions in mind.

Hatred towards Agamemnon was a bonding point for your accidental friendship. Malice and arrogance were not only unquestioned, but encouraged by him.

" You better pack your things, I believe the wedding will take place in Troy. " You commented him, pretending to act cassual knowing the king would be hearing. " It's not my wish to crush everyone's hopes so soon, but Prince Paris is a new strong candidate. "

" Let me congratulate you first, I have heard of your new suitor. " He responded, then shamelessly approached Agamemnon. " How does it feel to know she will get married and your brother won't? "

He was fulminating him with his stare.

" The last word was not yet said. "

It wasn't enough, not while remembering the way he humilliated you.

" Well, my lord, if my sister's choice will be measured like yours, then your brother is the clear looser. "

" Let's guess who she would pick: the lascivous old king or the pretty boy prince speaking like a poet." Achilles followed you, with killer irony. " I came to see you loose and so far, it hasn't dissapointed. "

" I sincerely hope my deformed face will be for you a reminder of your most epic downfall. " You finished, with a poisonous tone. " Hector seems very nice, i bet he will be a great brother in law. "

The provocation was too much for him.

" Be carefull of who you insult, girl. One more offense and I will burn your city to the grownd. "

You were completely fearless while delivering an important reminder.

" You can't: the oath that your brother is expected to make protects it. Even if it wasn't the case, i would like to see you fight Ajax without Achilles on your side"

You had a point and he hated it, the King of Kings was choking on his own poison. By the time your self declared suitor realized of what was going on, the vengeance was already executed.

The way in which you were standing up for yourself showed that you were feeling confident and that was all that really mattered to him.

#troy 2004 #troy #ajax the great #ajax #tyler mane #ajax x reader #tyler mane x reader

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saphirreesuccudus · 12 days

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Can you do a small fic with rz Michael? Just a comfort fic, helping Michael cope with trauma bc the poor baby needs it.

Tried my best to write what you asked! You didn’t specify gender so this will be gender neutral.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | ❀

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞:𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | ❀

You and Michael hadn’t been dating for long, and not in the way you expected. While most relationships start from a school crush, or your parents setting you up, yours started after smith oaks decided to interview you. You took the offer of course, you wanted a well paying job, and you were smart enough for it, so why not, how bad could it be?

And although being with Michael wasn’t the worst thing to happen to you, you wished it could be easier sometimes. You knew what his childhood was like, and you tried being understanding, but no matter how hard you tried, or how patient you were, he was always closed off. You didn’t even sleep in the same house, he only slept in the Myers home, he didn’t even trust you enough to eat your food. You decided that if you wanted this relationship to work, you would need to talk to him.

-“Michael, can we talk?”

You asked him, heading downstairs once you heard him enter, through the back door like usual.

He peered up at you, clearly nervous, although he barely heard those words put together, he could tell it wasn’t good, but he agreed nonetheless.

-“You’ve been so closed off since we started dating, you won’t sleep in my bed, or eat my food. Is their something going on”

Michael didn’t know how to respond, were you angry? Concerned? Insulted? He didn’t know. He couldn’t tell by your voice, you always spoke to him in a soft voice, almost like his mother, but your voice seemed almost like that of doctors at the hospital. He finally broke down, he never cried in front of you but at this point, he was too emotional to stop himself. Even though you couldn’t see with his mask, you could hear it. You grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch, sitting down, and leading his head onto your lap, removing his mask and gently scratching his head.

-“I’m not mad at you Mikey, I’m just worried that our relationship won’t end well if you’re not open with me”

You said, using your soft, motherly voice once again.

-“We’ll be okay”

He stated, the first time he talked in 15 years

#slashers #rz michael myers #michael myers fanfic #michael myers x reader #michael myers #rz myers x reader #halloween #rob zombie #tyler mane #horror #fluff

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helloemmaz3 · 1 year

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This is such a sad moment cuz like Laurie lost both her parents in one night like damn.

This scene was like so sad you know?

Credits: @lilmidna on tiktok

#halloween 2007 #michael myers #og michael myers #michael myers x reader #rz myers x reader #rz michael myers #tyler mane #rz!michael myers

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reallivewire · 2 years

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Michael Myers isn't that jacked you are all just insane (horny). The Shape actor closest to being as buffed up as you all draw him was Don Shanks in Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers, but none of you want to hear that.

#michael myers #tyler mane doesn't count because 1: he's just tall and 2: canadians don't exist #michael myers x reader #slasher x reader #I hope everyone dies fr

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hookhausenschips · 5 months

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Can I get a HOOK x reader? I recently just got a buzzcut since my hair was too much to manage and my coils were tiring the fuck outta me... I guess I just wanted to get an imagine of HOOK coming home to the reader and seeing how flawless they look with out natural coils or braids for the first time..?

Anon! Oh my gosh, as someone who shaved off their curls for the first time back in 2019 and then again at the end of last year this made my heart swell!! All the love to you darling, I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: slight suggestive content, some insecure/anxiety thoughts, Hook is a horndog but he's so in love with his girl.

Word Count: 1,626

Y/N’S POV

There I stood in the bathroom of mine and Tyler’s shared apartment staring at myself, a random r&b playlist playing in the background. I felt conflicted, my hair had always been a huge part of my identity but also made me feel so empowered. From the countless natural styles I could do to the protective styles and the different colors that crowned my head. But I was tired. Tired of the long hours of some wash days and the endless hours of styling. I wasn’t happy with my hair anymore. The supplies I needed laid there around the sink, a trash can beside me on the floor. They say that hair holds energy and trauma inside of the strands.

Getting rid of these beautiful coils would be the start to a new chapter, a new me. But what if Tyler hated what he sees? Would he still want to be together? He was in love with my hair, spending so much money on the supplies needed for its upkeep. He even enjoyed going to the beauty supply stores to help pick out hair for my next style. On wash days when he wasn’t on the road he always wanted to help out, whether with the detangling process or the wash itself. I had let him help out once in a while enjoying the feel of his gentle hands against my scalp, he was always so attentive to the processes. It also felt nice to not have the full overwhelming pressure on my shoulders those days.

I shake my head ridding those negative thoughts, he would love this change. He’s proved he loves all of me many times, in many different ways. Sighing I pick up the scissors and look at them then at my reflection. Yes my hair might be a part of my identity but it wasn’t the full thing. I grab a section of hair and cut. Cut, cut, cut, and cut until it was short enough I could use the clippers.

Staring at myself in the mirror I felt tears well up in my eyes, yes of course I have worn short hair but this image… This person looking back at me looked gorgeous. She looked free. I wiped my eyes then plugged in the clippers. My hands were shaking. ‘Come on y/n you’ve come this far already you can do this’ I think to myself. Taking a deep breath I guide the clippers down the middle of my head. I place my hand on my mouth in shock. I really just did that. I just shaved a part of my head. No going back now. I guide the clippers back to my head and continue until the curls were gone.

After cleaning up the bathroom and showering to get the extra hair off I stand in the same spot I was mere minutes ago. I smile, turning my head in different directions and looking at the new me. I run my hands over the top of my head, the feeling of stubble a foreign feeling but not one I hated.

But it didn’t feel quite like me. I grab my phone and call my aunt who happened to work at the barbershop down the road. “Hey Auntie, do you have any openings right now?” I asked once she answered. “I actually do. Tyler finally letting me tame that lion’s mane of his?” She asked. I paused and looked back at my reflection, “It’s for me actually.” I say. I could sense her grinning through the phone, “Come on in and we can talk alright?” She asked. I agreed and told her I would be there soon, hanging up after we said our goodbyes. I ran into the bedroom to change and then I was out the door after slipping my shoes on.

I pull Tyler’s jacket tighter around me. The New York cold was a different cold that I had yet to get used to even though he and I had lived together for two years now. Finally reaching the barbershop, the bell jingled indicating my arrival. I greeted my aunt’s coworkers before she came out the back hearing my voice. “So what’s up my darling? New braids? Or what about locs finally?” She asked as she guided me to her station. I smiled slightly at her, “Actually I was thinking something else.” I say then pull the hood off my head and set my bonnet on my lap.

The whole shop gasped knowing how much I loved my hair. My aunt’s grin grew, “Ah so you finally decided to join the club?” She said while running a hand along her shaved head. I smiled back nodding. “So what were you thinking? Making it blonde or maybe a design?” She questioned as she wrapped the cape around my neck and pumped the chair to lift it. “A design please. I don’t think I’m that edgy right now to bleach it.” I replied. She nodded as we discussed the design I wanted then she got to work.

Now I felt a lot more like myself seeing the design that graced the right side of my head. I hugged my aunt and paid her then said my goodbyes to everyone in the shop before heading out. Tyler was due to be home later on tonight so that gave me enough time to get some things from the store to make us dinner. I arrive back home setting the groceries on the counter and look at the clock above the stove, 6:24 pm. Only an hour left until he was home. I begin to take everything out of the bags and get busy cooking.

“Baby?!” I hear as I set the pasta to low. I grin and rush to the front door. He dropped his bags as I jumped into his arms. “Hey babygirl.” I heard him whisper as he hugged me tighter to him. “Hey there champ.” I reply before pulling back, placing my hands on his face and pulling him to kiss me. He smiled into the kiss and began walking towards the kitchen, setting me on the island as we continued to kiss. I pull away and smile as he whines and he tries to follow my lips.

“Continue this later, I know you’re starving. And I have a surprise for you later.” I say as I go to move off the counter but I was stopped. “I got something else in my mind for dinner.” He said as his hands skimmed along my thighs. Oh how tempting he was. I shook my head and pushed him back slightly and moved to the stove, “Keep it in your pants, Senerchia.” I heard him huff a fine before helping set the table so we could eat.

After finishing dinner and doing the dishes Tyler and I were cuddled up on the couch looking for something to watch. “So what is this surprise you have for me baby?” He asked while still looking at the tv. I felt my heart begin to hammer against my ribcage, the thoughts from earlier making a reappearance. He was going to find out sooner or later. I sit up and he looks at me. “Close your eyes. No peeking.” I tell him as he sits up as well. He smirks as he closes his eyes, “KInda kinky. You got a blindfold and handcuffs?” I roll my eyes and mutter, “Such a horndog.” Then I take off my bonnet and grab my phone, turning on the camera to see how I look.

Perfect, I smile. I could feel him beginning to get impatient, “Can I look yet?” He whined. “Yeah, open your eyes baby.” I whisper as my eyes stay trained on his face. His beautiful eyes opened and they trail from my clothes clearly not seeing a certain surprise he thought it would be. Then they trail up to my head. They widen in shock. “Baby…” He trails off, fully taking in the image of me in front of him.

I smile slightly at him, “So what do you think?” I ask. At first he doesn’t answer, still entranced by the sight of my curls now gone. “Tyler?” I questioned again. Still no answer. Those thoughts from earlier today settled into my head tenfold. Before I could speak again he pulled me onto his lap and into a kiss. I melted into it as it turned messy. I pulled away after a few more seconds, “So?” I ask looking down at him, smoothing his hair back from his eyes. He gave a smile, “You look sexy. Not even that, I bet if I pulled open a dictionary you would be on every page with the synonyms of that word.” He spoke, his eyes shining with so much love and adoration. I giggle, “I think you mean a thesaurus babe.” He continued looking at me, “Yeah whatever you know what I meant. Can I feel it?” He asked.

Always so respectful asking to touch my hair even now when I barely had any, I nod. “Woah.” He muttered as his hands felt along my head. Then he smirked, “Shame, I will miss your hair since it was what I used to pull you to me when I hit it from the back. I guess this just gives me a reason to choke you more.” “Tyler Cole Senerchia, you absolute dog!” I gasped and hit his chest jokingly. His laughter filled the room as a smile graced my face. Safe to say he loved your new style putting those pessimistic thoughts out of your head. He made sure to show how much he loved it later on that night and every day after that.

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miscfandomwrites · 9 months

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Mama: Chapter Four

A/N: Did you know that I make all of these collages myself? I’m considering making some for fanfiction writers in return for ideas/help with some of my fics. Or just in general. If you’re interested let me know!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Cursing (*Cough*swear jar*Cough*) FLUFF

Words: 1.2k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“MOOOOOOM!!!!”

A yell woke me out of my sleep, and I stumbled out of bed, almost taking my entire bedset with. Still half asleep, I stumbled into Lillith’s room.

“What’s up kiddo?” I dreary asked, yawning.

“Breakfast!” She answered cheerfully. She was doodling in one of her several sketchbooks with a set of markers Clint got her for Christmas last year.

“Yeah, yeah, let me wake up first, yeah?” I told her as I headed back to my room.

After blinking a bit, I headed to the bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face and got out my morning routine supplies. I noticed that I felt….sticky.

“Shit.” I said quietly. Another nightmare. I hope I didn’t wake Lillith up.

I hopped in the shower, nearly shrieking as cold water blasted on me.

After a quick shower, I got dressed in a red t-shirt and black overalls.

“You’d better be dressed by the time I come out!” I yelled to Lillith.

“Okayyyyyyy!” she yelled back. I chuckled as I pulled my shoes on.

After making sure my hair wasn’t a complete lion’s mane, I walked out. Lillith was holding her sketchbook and the bag of her markers, dressed in a t-shirt and leggings. What made me question her outfit were the two different shoes-a rainboot and a slipper.

“You’re wearing those shoes? I thought you wanted to make pancakes.” I told her. I leaned against the doorway and watched as she ran back into her room, and came out wearing a pair of sneakers.

I pulled her into a side hug, kissing the top of her head. “Good morning, love.” I told her.

“Good morning mom!” She replied back. After releasing my grip on her, she ran to the elevators. I got in with her and pressed the button for the main floor. The main floor consisted of the kitchen, bar, main hangout space, library, part of the gym, and only Stark knew what else.

It'd take me a week or more to explore the tower fully. Damn millionares, making things so difficult by having like Fourty fucking floor buildings.

I rubbed my eyes as we came to a stop. Damn, I was tired.

We walked in, and immediately I wrinkled my nose. Something was burning. We walked towards the kitchen, where I heard yelling.

“How the hell did you catch the eggs on fire?!” Spoke someone.

“I had no idea eggs could catch on fire!” someone else yelled.

I walked in and the burning smell became almost overpowering. Sam and Steve were standing in the kitchen, flabbergasted. Natasha was holding a smoking pan of what I assumed were the eggs. She looked like she was shocked by what just happened. James was sitting at the island, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, acting like it wasn’t new of Natasha to catch food on fire.

“...so that’s the burning smell.” I commented, looking towards Natasha. She scowled at me and put the pan in the sink, running water over it. I shook my head and helped Lillith in one of the island stools, and sat her next to James. She started coloring, occasionally looking towards James’s newspaper.

I walked into the kitchen, gently moving Natasha away from the sink. I ran lukewarm water over it, then cold once the smoke stopped. I let the pan soak and turned towards her. She was leaning against the island, her arms crossed and a frown on her face.

“Next time, don’t use that much oil.” I told her. She scoffed, and grabbed what I assumed was her cup of coffee, and sat next to Lillith.

Lillith was sat between two ex-Hydra assassins, and both of them were commenting on her drawings. I smiled at that. I poured myself a cup of (favorite drink) and started to get out the ingredients for pancakes.

“Chocolate chip or blueberry?” I asked Lillith.

She looked up from her drawing and grinned at me. “Chocolate!” she yelled to me.

“Are you helping or drawing?”

“I’ll help with the mixing. You cook em!”

I laughed and watched as Natasha helped her off the stool, and she practically ran over to me.

I grabbed a step stool and helped her up on it. I grabbed a bowl and fork, and set out the measuring cups and ingredients for Lillith. We’re double batching this, because I know the boys will eat more than half of the first batch.

“Why are you using a fork? We have whisks you know.” Steve told me.

“The batter gets too sticky, forks work better.” I replied.

I helped Lillith measure out the ingredients properly, and put them away as she used them. Right before we got to the wet ingredients, I instructed her to mix the dry ingredients together. After doing that, we carefully mixed in the wet ingredients. After cleaning all that up, I got the bag of chocolate chips.

“How chocolaty will this batch be?” I asked her. She hummed and grabbed the bag. I grabbed the table griddle and plugged it in, turning it on.

I looked over to Lillith, who had tore open the bag and was dumping the entire thing in the batter.

“Guess that answers that.”

Sam burst out laughing, and Steve was grinning. Thankfully, it worked out. With the batter doubled, we could use the entire bag. We usually ended up using half with a normal batch. But there’s nothing normal about four super soldiers, a God, a 6-year old that somehow can manage to eat half her body weight in food, a man with anger issues that is supposed to consume something like eight hundred thousand calories everyday to keep up with his alter side, an archer who spent more time in ventilation shafts than on solid ground, a witch teenager, someone that somehow managed to be Capsicle’s friend, and man in a metal suit.

After Lillith mixed and evenly distributed the chocolate chips, she grabbed one of the measuring cups and scooped the batter in it. She handed it to me, andI poured it on the hot griddle.

I flipped it after a bit, and was rewarded with the golden-brown color, a tell-tale sign of a damn good pancake.

We served them as I cooked them, and they were quickly eaten by the time we were half way through the bowl. Everyone had come down to eat some free breakfast.

Thanking the compliments, once I noticed everyone had eaten besides Lillith and I, I told her to go sit down so she could eat. I fixed her pancakes up and slid the plate over to her.

She happily munched down as I finished my pancakes and turned off the griddle. I put the bowl and the rest of the supplies away or in the sink; then plated my pancakes.

I leaned against the counter and laughed as both Natasha and James stole a piece of pancake from Lillith, who in turn stole nearly an entire pancake from James. How she got away with it was beyond me, but she did.

I’m glad I have that kid. Sam started a conversation with Lillith about the pancakes, and she happily replied about all the Saturdays where I’d wake up early and make pancakes.

#miscfandomwrites #natasha x reader #marvel x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel x mom! reader #avengers x reader #black widow x reader #black widow x mom! reader #avengers reader #mom! reader #mama

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bbgthoma · 2 years

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— PLAYLIST FOR THEIR S/O genshin impact x gn!reader

ft. thoma, scaramouche, tomo, diluc ragnvindr, childe, kaeya alberich

a/n. this bc i was talking to my friend about what songs thoma would listen to and then i had the idea of writing this🤭

❥ thoma - he would land on some tiktok about how making playlists for your s/o is some sort of love language and immediately start making one for you - he’d make it a private playlist - the second he’s done with it, he’s sending it to you and you’re the only person who can access it the songs in the playlist: line without a hook by ricky montgomery in my mind by lyn lapid something about you by eyedress, dent may mr loverman by ricky montgomery all i need by lloyd chicago by michael jackson as the world caves in by matt maltese 0 (zero) by lmyk i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys 505 by arctic monkeys looking out for you by joy again dark red by steve lacy me and my husband by mitski juliet by cavetown die for you by the weeknd

❥ scaramouche - he’d just randomly get the idea of making this playlist - he’d obviously make it a private playlist - he’d also never tell you about it - childe would once find it while going trough his phone and immediately show it to you the songs in the playlist: hot demon b!tches near u!!! by corpse husband, night lovell partners in crime by ash costello, set it off hayloft ii by mother mother all i want is you by rebzyyx, hoshie star killshot by magdalena bay hearbeat by childish gambino starboy by the weeknd into you by ariana grande in my room by insane clown posse into it by chase atlantic something about you by eyedress, dent may out of my league by fitz and the tantrums stalker’s tango by autoheart i love you so by the walters e-girls are ruining my life! by corpse, savage ga$p

❥ tomo - the day he started catching feelings for you, he made this asap - he would keep it a private playlist but when he starts dating you, he’ll make it a public one - he has like 16384772 playlists, but this is the one he listens to the most - he didn’t tell you about it, you found it yourself on his account the songs in the playlist: dark red by steve lacy you get me so high by the neighbourhood reflections by the neighbourhood les by childish gambino me and your mama by childish gambino moment by vierre cloud babydoll (speed) by ari abdul so anxious by ginuwine stargirl interlude by the weeknd, lana del rey on my own by darci ohmami by chase atlantic killshot by magdalena bay two birds by regina spektor slow down by chase atlantic uhh by framed

❥ diluc - i am sorry but his playlist would look so dry😭 - kaeya was the one to tell him to make you one - kaeya also helped him choose the songs bc this man had no idea wtf to put - he would never tell you about it but bitch kinda forgot to threaten kaeya to not tell you🙆 the songs in the playlist: line without a hook by ricky montgomery everything i wanted by billie eilish swim by chase atlantic fetish by selena gomez, gucci mane mind games by sickick promiscous by nelly furtado, timbaland pretty boy by the neighbourhood stargazing by the neighbourhood you get me so high by the neighbourhood woo by rihanna 死ぬのがいいわ by fujii kaze you right by doja cat, the weeknd moonlight by chase atlantic right here by chase atlantic softcore by the neighbourhood

❥ tartaglia - he’d make just like that and immediately show it to you - public playlist ofc - he’d force you to make a playlist for him too the songs in the playlist: stargirl interlude by the weeknd, lana del rey les by childish gambino i was never there by the weeknd me and your mama by childish gambino consume by chase atlantic, goon des garcon vacation bible school by ayesha erotica beggin’ by måneskin adore you by harry styles this side of paradise by coyote theory woo by rihanna bad habit by steve lacy on that time by playboi carti belong to the city by partynextdoor new magic wand by tyler, the creator

❥ kaeya - he’d make it the day he starts dating you - he’d show it to you and remind you that he loves you more than anything - it’d be a public playlist, he wants everyone to know that he loves you the songs in the playlist: i bet on losing dogs by mitski closer by nine inch nails supermassive black hole by muse law by yoon mirae, bibi on my own by darci killshot by magdalena bay in my mouth by black dresses numb to the feeling by chase atlantic santanny by bktherula cooler than me by mike posner, big sean all i need by lloyd first love / late spring by mitski i want you by mitski sofia by clairo beautiful is boring by bones uk

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pinkslashersimp · 2 years

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RZ Michael Myers with a S/O who gently uncovers his face by making his hair to the side, kisses his forehead and calls him handsome just like he deserves 😤

omg??? yes???? 💗💗

TW: n/a, pure fluff, mutual who submitted this is a cis woman so female reader is implied

RZ!Michael Myers receiving affection🌷

At first he is so? very?? confused???

Michael isn’t used to physical affection, at all. And he rarely allows you to show him any

Michael is a very touch starved man, he doesn’t know how to respond or reciprocate to your touches and at times that makes him feel very uneasy or uncomfortable

He doesn’t understand you wanting to cuddle him so much, or touch him or hold his hand. He shows his love in much less physical ways, especially since he’s afraid of hurting you

He much prefers to show love in the form of gifts, or gentle pats or kisses to the head

You shouldn’t take it personally, it’s just not something hes really up for

So when one night, you slowly and slyly begin creeping up beside him, hes a little on edge

You can sense him side eyeing you as he sits completely catatonic on your shared bed, his breathing becoming much more steady as if he’s awaiting any unpredicted movement or what he deems as suffocating affection.

His breathing becomes less stressful as you sit yourself beside him, eyes glued to the TV screen in front of you, pretending to be focused on whatever horror movie he had picked out for tonight.

After a few minutes, you gently rest your head against his arm

Then sneak your hand atop of his much larger one

Then gently link your fingers in between his

Each time, you wait for Michael to adjust to the new form of love youre giving him, ensuring that hes entirely comfortable with each stage of affection.

You wouldn’t ever want to make him feel upset or pressured

Maybe 30 minutes in, when the movie gets grizzly and gory, he’ll lift you up and position you onto his lap. Like a warm human teddy bear for him to wrap his arms around and use as a makeshift hot water bottle.

He also just doesn’t want you getting scared of those scenes, no matter how much you insist they aren’t that bad and are cheesy

At this stage, you’re at a huge advantage.

Particularly because at this stage, when hes feeling more loving, hes open to you showing him more affection.

Your soft fingers gently slip under his mask and lift it above his head, his hair falling around his face as you gently push it to the side lay your face against his shoulder

His head rests atop yours for a few moments before your hand returns to his face, and your fingertips begin lovingly caressing his cheek

“Youre so handsome mikey...” you mumble out, eyes gazing up at him

You can feel his grip on you become slightly more firmer, and his heart beat a little faster in his chest as he returns your gaze and stares down at you, frowning.

“I mean it.” You declare proudly, readjusting your position so you’re facing him fully, and planting a soft, gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Youre so handsome, I love you.”

The next few hours were filled with soft, loving touches and shy but passionate kisses from both you and him, until you both fell asleep in each other’s arms

The next few days Michael was much more touchy with you, placing his hand on your back when next to you, or holding your waist to squeeze past you in the kitchen.

He really, really liked that

#slasher headcanons #slashers #yandere slashers #halloween #michael myers #rz michael myers headcanons #rz michael myers #yandere michael myers headcanons #michael myers headcanons #halloween 2007 #rz halloween #tyler mane #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #slashers x y/n #slashers x reader #slashers x you

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im-his-druidess · 26 days

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Can you do something about rz michael taking care of the reader when she's on her perioid?

Absolutely! I've talked a bit of this sort of thing here as well 😘

Michael would have absolutely no idea on how to take care of you. All the knowledge he has are fuzzy memories from Sex Ed he was forced to take in school. So he just follows your lead on most occasions unless something strikes his curiosity and he wants to explore.

You will often grab his hands and place them on your lower abdomen or lower back. The large warm heavy weight like your own personal heating pad. Sometimes, with careful goading of your hands, you'll get him to massage you. This will often lead to you being slumped on his chest as he prods away at your sore muscles. Him watching your face curiously as you wince in pain but whine when he tries to move his hand away. The mix of relief and pain making no sense to him, but it makes you happy and he likes the thought of being needed so he continues.

Most of the time he will just stand aside and watch you. Taking note of the medicine you take and the food you eat. Will have him randomly pressing food/medicine against your chest whenever you are in a bad mood. He knows that they make you feel better so anytime you are sick or grumpy he hunts through the house for the items he's seen you grab even if you aren't on your period.

Being intimate with him during this time is either a hit or miss. You either get satisfied and relaxed or end up crying and exhausted and bent like a pretzel as he ravages you.

Michael, like always, is curious about your reactions like you jumping his bones and clawing at him like a cat in heat. Only to turn around a few days later and swat him away. It confuses him every single time. He doesn't like when you push him away, having already grown obsessed with how sensitive and needy you get, and the sight of you covered in blood leaves him fueled with bloodlust. Which leaves him bending you over and fucking you mercilessly and smearing your blood over your thighs and hips. Michael doesn't care for the mess and would happily lay there in your cuddle puddle to sleep but you get grouchy and restless so he reluctantly follows you to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Despite him being an absolute pussydrunk menace during this time he does try to take care of you in his own way. Allowing you to sleep almost directly on top of him to steal his warmth, massaging you wherever you need him, letting you yell and cry your frustrations out as he sits quietly, and even awkwardly petting your hair as you cuddle into him on the couch while you watch TV.

Cockwarming him is something that he demands even when you aren't menstruating, but on your period the sensations have him pawing at you with greed. You are so much more sensitive and warm and wet. Your gummy walls aching and swollen in a way that feels like heaven around his cock. And the way you whimper and cry out when he throbs inside you leaves him breathless. It's something he grows to crave and becomes the easiest way for you to calm him down. During your period it does help to have him inside you, soothing that deep ache that nearly makes you want to weep, and you will surprise him by tugging his pants down at random times.

Also he absolutely loves fondling your sore breasts. Squishing the swollen flesh, kneading with those criminally strong calloused hands, and tugging or sucking on your nipples until you cry from that same pleasure/pain that leaves him oh-so curious.

He's still mystified by the whole process, but he's willing to learn and be as accommodating as he's able.

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streets-in-paradise · 1 year

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The Last Challenger - Ajax x Fem Greek!Reader (requested)

Requested by @lovely-cryptid

“ I was wondering if I could request something with Ajax. Like maybe him winning reader (afab if possible) in a gladiator match and maybe she's a little afraid of him (because have you seen him??) But he just really wants her as his wife and is beyond ready to claim his prize 😌”

First time writing for Ajax, I have to admit I feel better with the final result than what i expected at first. Hope you will enjoy it :) If you do and want to see more, i felt comfortable enough with this character to keep writing for him. My askbox will remain open for more requests.

Word Count 3 K

Warnings: This includes mentions to reinterpretations of some events happening on the myths, headcanons that I develop through connecting those events with the views and characterizations of the film.

Summary: The marriage tournament for your hand takes an unexpected turn when Ajax the Great,the famous salaminian hero, arrives at your doorstep demanding to join. Remembrances of the past in the legendary history of Greece combine with your own fears regarding the new challenger to make you hate his high chances of winning, but he is very interested in surprising you.

Mythology glossary: Iole - Princess of Oechalia, daughter of Eurytus. Her hand was the prize in an archery competition that Hercules won. Her father refused him the right to her anyways and that angered the hero. Hercules ended up killing her father, her brothers, and abducting her to make her his concubine. Those actions indirectly led him to his death when his wife Deianira accidentally poisoned him thinking she was giving him a love potion.

Notes: Regarding my warning, i want to elaborate a bit. Since one of the main topics of Troy as a film is the tension between power and love, I’m imagining the oath of the suitors happened but it was corrupted by Agamemnon in favor of his brother. The conflict in this oneshot is narratively constructed as a paralel to that situation.

A competition was taking place in the island of Same and you were its prize. King Odysseus, the supreme ruler of the small insular domain centered in Ithaca, advised it when your father came to him seeking guidance. After the apparently brilliant solution he provided for the marriage arrangement of Helen in Sparta many other fathers began to consult him at the time of deciding the fate of their daughters.

The oath of the suitors brought peace to the country, but it was very fragile. The Atreides corrupted it and the result was a political marriage that didn’t fully satisfy either of the parties. King Menelaus got nothing more than a beautiful wife and Helen didn’t seem much happy at his side. Odysseus felt somewhat responsible for that and his advice for you went in a completely different direction. Your father was an influential noble in an island of his own kingdom who he didn’t want to disappoint when the unexpected consequences of a similar flawless sounding plan would ruin your life.

The men wanting you for a wife would have to face each other in combat, allowing the matches to be to the death if the context required it. An exaggerated solution on the surface, but it had a motive behind. The king wanted to make sure you would be given to a man who would love you for real, so only the ones willing to risk everything for you would remain in the competition. Unlike in the case of Helen, there was no political risk if your suitors would fight for you and he would be there to make sure that the possibility of death would remain only as a dissuading threat.

The execution of the scheme ended up more troubled than its conception and once more an unexpected consequence altered the conceived situation. No famous heroes were expected to show up, since Same was part of a peripheral kingdom and you weren’t even a princess.It was a tournament for the hand of a modest insular beauty. Still, despite the limitations in that small world, news traveled fast and whispers began to caress the shores of its corners. In more relegated areas those became rumors speaking of the coming of age of a modern Iole and it was a matter of time until a modern Hercules would feel tempted. Ajax the Great, born and raised in the arid island of Salamis, wanted you from the very first moment he heard of you.

Following the footsteps of the greatest hero in greek history was a big ambition of his. His own legend was constantly growing on comparisons that Ajax accepted pridefully, shaping his glory behind Hercules’. Succeeding in that tournament and making you his wife would bring one more parallel to his tales. Without a jealous Deianira on the way, he could even get a full triumph where his predecessor found death. He had nothing to lose, if gossips were right you were the perfect wife for him.

His arrival was a scandal, the already established contestants weren’t happy about it. The tournament had already started and surviving that far to end up in the surprise inclusion of a new adversary was unfair for them. The complaints were, of course, a facade for a very sensate spread of fear. No one, not even the ones more strongly infatuated with you, wanted to face him in combat.

It was the oath of the suitors all over again, one man with an evident advantage twisting the initial setup in an unexpected turn of events. What Menelaus obtained through the political power of his brother, Ajax was going to get through brute force. Your father was terrified of refusing his request to join or denying him the win, since everyone knew that didn’t end up well for the King of Oechalia. A man as strong as that one, a true heir of Hercules, would have easily killed him to steal you as his concubine like it was remembered in the legends.

One day of pause to the competition was given by the king to revisit the situation and he personally advised you would be sent to meet the new challenger. Odysseus knew him better than your father did, Ajax would perhaps reconsider it if you were against the idea because he wasn’t a cruel man. Not outside of the battlefield, at least, he was kind with his friends and way less bad tempered than Achilles. The recommendation specified that you should be alone, but your father was too afraid to pay any attention to that part. Under no circumstance he would leave you alone with that man, not even if Odysseus would command it.

The meeting took place under his watch and you presented yourself covered by a veil, sign of modesty and decorum. Ajax could still see your face through the transparent cloth and he found you stunning beyond all expectatives. Delicate as a flower, beautiful like a divine dream.

His intense staring was starting to make you uncomfortable, but he seemed entranced.

“ Most of the contestants for the hand of daughter already know her. “ Your father was explaining to him, evidently disgusted by his lack of attention. “ They are the sons of the most excellent noblemen of the kingdom and they have seen her face uncovered. You,foreigner, will have to win the right to move the veil. “

Ajax knew what he meant, in no other context they would have left him to aspire having such a radiant bride. His island was poorer than Ithaca and Same, all he had to compete against the other suitors was the strength of his arms.

“ That would not be a problem, sir.” He cheerfully replied. “ I have fought merciless combats for rewards that were infimal compared to the one your challenge offers.”

He glanced at you and smiled, but you were petrified of fear. The man in front of you was the biggest you had ever seen. Astonishingly tall and of an enormous muscular complexion, rough looking from all the possible angles. You felt tiny and helpless just from being there with him, not precisely how you would prefer to feel for your husband. He looked less as the man asking for your hand and more as the invader who would drag you by the hair out of your home to make you his slave. It wasn’t his fault to be the living image of the kind of man you were taught to fear by common sense, but that was the exact first impression you got from him.

“ May I speak?” You interrupted and he looked as if he was illusioned from hearing your voice for the first time. “ I’m afraid your epithets are too well assigned, son of Telamon. ‘ Ajax the Great’, ‘ the breaker of stones’, the man before my eyes has no fair challenger in this household. All my suitors are great warriors, but they are lesser to you in skill and size. There is no honor in winning a combat so despair, stealing the wife meant for someone else. “

Your words were meant to twist your father’s demeaning speech into something that sounded flattering, hoping he would desist after that exhortation.

“ Are you calling me a cheater?” Ajax summarized, in a simpler speech delivered with an amused tone. “ I see things the other way around. Weaker men are unworthy of you, even if they are richer.”

“ Strength is a quality of warriors and measuring yourself against men you already know you will defeat shows nothing but arrogance. “ You quickly replicated, desperate to make things work your way. “ Justice would demand you to fight against a hero of similar reputation and my king happens to know one. Achilles of Phthia is a great friend of his. Maybe we should hire him to fight against you on my father’s behalf.”

That was a threat that would have scared any sensate man, specially because you had the means to accomplish it. Your king was the only one that the myrmidon warrior listened to, he would come to his aid like he wouldn’t do for anyone else.

Ajax laughed, loudly and frankly, as if he didn’t care in the slightless for what you said.

“ You look very cute making threats, little one.” He mocked you right away. “ I have heard of him, but I'm sure I would wreck him in half and your king would not appreciate that. I have a more practical solution, with your permission I would present it.”

He gave one step closer to you and you shivered.

“ Look at me, beautiful. For how many of the others do you think I’m worth in battle?”

Your father was murdering him with his eyes, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“ I’m not sure, around four men?” Was your doubtful reply, ashamed of being contextually forced to observe his body on purpose. “ … Maybe five, if we count the shorter ones.”

You made him laugh once more and one thing was for sure, he at least cared for your opinions. The fact that you were speaking more than the head of your house in a meeting where you were just meant to be seen showed that.

“ Pick four of the biggest and there you have a fair match”

Your disbelief to his said was still quite fun to see for him.

“ Two rounds of two against one sounds good to me, but the final word is on my father.”

The man was inflexible, he would gladly pick a way to kill the newcomer before allowing him to even think of having you.

“ Four against one, she is yours if you survive.”

That was practically a death sentence, even if the lonely challenger was the strongest of them all. The point was to dissuade him, force him to leave or get rid of him in the process. Whatever would take to get him away from you, he was willing to make it happen.

The meeting was a complete failure, since Ajax wasn’t giving up. If anything, it made him feel a stronger determination in his purpose. It wasn’t about evocating the old legends anymore, he didn’t care for making you an accessory on his rising to glory. It got personal, he fancied you for real. He would have accepted to fight those opponents even if the prize would have been one look into your uncovered face and an innocent smile of congratulations. What had been promised to him was way greater, a reward worth for his maximum efforts. One combat afterwards you would be his wife, he couldn’t wait to have you in his arms.

By that point you were dangerously aware of that, the way in which he kissed your hand goodbye before you would retire from the room wasn’t a definitive farewell. More like a ‘ see you soon’ full of longing coming from an hopeful man. He was going to kill everyone to get you or die trying, what wasn’t something nice to think about in your place. Heroes would usually come victorious from impossible tests, your father had as many chances of getting rid of Ajax as King Eurystheus had of killing Hercules.

Twelve times the infamous mycenaean king tried and nothing worked, labor after labor of magnificent feats accomplished. In more noble circumstances, neither King Eurytus of Oechalia managed to protect his daughter from the desire of the hero and you seemed doomed to share her fate. Being handled to a savage that would treat you like a concubine, that if your family would manage to survive his wrath. Only resignation would keep them alive, your protective father who just wanted to assure you a good marriage would have to powerlessly let you go following that barbaric stranger.

Odysseus tried to comfort you after he received the news, he said that it wasn’t in any way a bad marriage arrangement. Atypical, perhaps, but so was the one that got him his wife. He wasn’t approved by her family right away, they considered him a lesser prospect, and it was Penelope who chose him after falling in love in fast, chaotic circumstances. His biggest concern was trying to avoid actual deaths from happening, which he more or less handled good before the arrival of Ajax. No matter how much he would insist on claiming there was a nice man for you to discover behind the rough facade of the hero, aspect he was aware of because he knew him, that didn’t matter to you.

He wasn’t going to be the one in his bed the night after the wedding party, he would return to Ithaca with his wife and son while you would be stuck there waiting for that giant to tear you apart and call that a marriage consummation. After that, you would have to leave your homeland and move to Salamis to stand it everyday without any familiar faces there to comfort you. If you would be lucky, you would get pregnant soon and that would grant you some rest from him.

The combat took place the next morning and you witnessed it like a condemned waiting for execution. Before its start you closed your eyes in a silent prayer to Hera, goddess of marriage, begging not to be handled to a brutal man. Little to no hope was left for you moments afterwards, when you actually watched him fight. Pure horror that you couldn’t dissimulate, his war hammer was impossible to block even with the cohesive work of four opponents working towards survival. Ajax was not only trying to win that combat, he was giving a show in hopes of impressing you. In his mindset, that was his best way of winning your admiration.

You were so scared that you wanted to cry, men were falling like wheat before a harvester’s sickle. Once his hard work was completely done he smiled at you with inexplicable sweetness, as if he was seeking your approval for it. He wanted you to like him, that fight was his odd attempt of actively courting you. Perhaps he wanted you as more than the prize won with an epic massacre, it was said that Ajax’s biggest ambition was surpassing Hercules.

In that, at least, he was already greater than him. The son of Zeus didn’t show the slightest care for Iole when he killed her entire family to keep her as a kidnapped possession. Ajax cared for being wanted by you, he wanted to accomplish your consent on the marriage. His face was still splattered of blood, but he was looking at you with blatant adoration. It was a slightly comforting detail you noticed at the time your fate was completely sealed.

As tradition recalled, you moved your veil for him and his lips parted to the sight of you as if he would be contemplating the face of a goddess freshly down from Olympus. The soft reaction got a shy smile from you, spontaneous reaction to such a sweet gesture. He looked blissful as if he would have won the hand of Helen, the most beautiful woman who ever existed.

The wedding had to be postponed in respect to the funerals of those who fell trying to win you. Twelve days separated you from it, as it was stipulated by the customary rituals, and you took that chance to get to know him better. Approaching him by yourself wasn’t even necessary sometimes, since he was pretty much up to finding any excuse to see you. However, everytime you would seek for his company on your own he was particularly happy and he wouldn’t even dissimulate it.

Ajax was, to your incredible surprise, the sweetest man you have ever met. Extremely careful in every touch, as if you were made of crystal and he was afraid of breaking you. Having to bend down to kiss your forehead didn’t seem a bother to him, but he would joke about how you would have to get ready to get picked up often.

“ I’m a man of honor, I will not try it now, but I want you to be comfortable when I will be kissing you.” He explained to you once, expectantly of your reaction to that. “ To be honest, that’s all I think about. Twelve days feel like a year knowing I'm about to become your husband.”

You couldn’t help smiling at such tender confession.

“ Well, to be honest this is better for me.” You shyly admitted. “ It gives us time before the formalization, which is great because you were a stranger to me a few days ago.”

Ajax chuckled to the reminder of your initial attitude.

“ Not only a stranger; a despicable brute. “ He recalled with amusement. “ First impressions are hard for me when the goal is not about frightening the enemy. “

He took your hand while his glance searched for yours.

“ Are you still afraid?”

“ Way less than before.” Was your quite frank reply to that sensible question. “... but still a little bit.”

It didn’t disencourage him, but he was curious about that.

“ Mind to tell me why? “ He cheerfully insisted. “ Anything, even the simplest thing I can do to change that, I will try. I want to make you happy, as happy as you make me. “

One particular doubt you had, you were too ashamed to ask. His disposition to hear you made you want to share it with him, but it wasn’t an easy topic.

“ It’s not about you, not directly at least. You have been very sweet lately and I feel this is unfair to mention…”

Ajax was attentive to your words and did his best to hold a chuckle when you finally opened up to him.

“... I’m scared about the wedding night.”

It was adorable, just the worries of a frightened maiden, perhaps a bit concerned about the challenges of his body size.

“ When the time comes, you will be ready.” He comforted you, wrapping his arms around you in the same action. “ … but in the meantime, I can help you get used to the feeling of my body against yours.”

The hug lasted for your entire conversation and the sensation wasn’t bad at all. If he could keep that lovely patience, despite it was clear to you that it was a bit of a struggle for him, you could totally get used to it.

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saphirreesuccudus · 11 days

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Could you do a fic of how Michael would react to the reader finding pictures of him from his childhood? It could be the one with him and boo or like a school photo. Pretty sure he was 10 at the time. Male reader please!

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐗 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

You were busy doing the laundry, while Michael was out for the time being, doing what he did usually. You finally got to his jumpsuit, you bought a few, just so you could clean them while he was out doing his own thing. You got through a few of your clothes, before getting to his jumpsuit. You lifted it up, checking the pockets. You felt a piece of plastic touch your finger, pulling it out. You saw a photo of a little boy, holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket, and a pink head band wrapped around her head. You checked all the other pockets, finding photos that were similar to the first one.

Once you finished the laundry, you dropped the photos into a bag, hoping to question Michael when he came home.

Once the door swung open, and two boots hit the floor, you grabbed the bag, going up to Michael.

“Michael, are these photos of you?” You asked him

He seemed nervous, but nodded. Pointing to the little boy, and back to him.

He didn’t know how to display his little sister to you, but hopefully he can get to that point later on.

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helloemmaz3 · 1 year

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Credits: @conjecturingpod on tikerdoodle

you're a big big big big boy.

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eldaryan · 2 years

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Kind of in conjunction with my last ask. This includes like collars and stuff, so if you're not comfortable with it, then don't worry about it <3.

I think Mikey would much prefer his hands around my neck, BUT he would also love seeing a collar in place when his hands aren't there. Something simple and inconspicuous.

He doesn't want anything to get in the way of his hands, and he sees me wearing this type of knot design, so he thinks it's perfect. 📷

He could still tug gently (but he prefers to put his hand around my throat and pull me closer by my neck anyway.

Maybe a little imagine of Michael (RZ's Michael again, I'm a whore 💀) deciding to get one (probably stealing it lol) for me to wear. Him holding it out to let me inspect it before he puts it on. He'd be so proud of himself and so happy to see you wearing something nearly permanent (it has a lock mechanism that needs a key 👀).

My brain isn't thinking of anything else, so feel free to run wild. It can be full nsfw, implied. Whatever you like! 😄

Thank you for your ask again ♡ And sorry for the late answer, these days were kinda confusing for me, but here we go!

It´s the continuation from another ask!

➡️ In revision

•Rating: NSFW🔞, smut, blood, knifeplay, murder, mentioning of murder, choking, milking.

His possession

Part 1 • Part 2

Michael was out for his stalkings and, if he’d got lucky enough, his blade would have the taste of blood one more time.

Walking carefully behind the trees, he spots a young couple walking holding hands in the other side of the street, into their home. The image of them reminded him of you, waiting at home when he finishes his hunt.

He decides to follow when they enter their home, walking into the backyard and starting to stalk through the windows. Curiosity guides him as they interact, kinda wanting to learn how a normal couple would act with each other and maybe take some mental notes about it.

Michael watches the young man as he starts kissing the lady with passion, moving his hands through all her body and squeezing her ass, making a whimper escape her lips. The man stops, moving one hand to her neck, caressing and kissing it until he steps back, grabbing a jewel box from his pocket, showing her a type of necklace and a little key that surprises her.

He opens the necklace with the key and puts it on her neck, locking it and making her kiss the key before putting it back in his pocket, starting kissing her neck again, laying her body on the couch, and pulling her close by pulling the necklace.

The shape outside the window feels his cold blood heat up in his veins, knowing that’s the exact time for action, walking towards the backdoor and breaking the handle silently and easily. Some steps and he’s behind the couple in the shadows, watching their naked bodies together. Too easy.

His blade dances in the air before, with a sharp sound, it stabs the guy’s neck with blood spitting everywhere and over the screaming girl below him. Michael watches his masterpiece, tilting his head as the guy lets his last coughs trying to catch air and his body collapses. The girl tries to push his corpse to the floor and run upstairs, in an attempt to escape the nightmare she was living.

The shape walks calmly upstairs, following the bloody trail his prey left to one of the bedrooms, smacking the locked door with his large body a couple of times, opening it and listening to a muffled scream in the room.

He opens the wardrobe, she’s not here.

He opens the closet, she isn’t here either.

He goes to the bathroom, no signal of her.

But he knew, exactly where she was.

He calmly steps around the bed as the boogeyman plays with the girl, stopping beside it and staring at the sheets perfectly laying there, without a signal that it was touched. His grip tightens on the butcher knife, raising it and stabbing the mattress, listening to his prey screaming again as he watches her trying to escape from under the bed with a wound in her arm, hurrying to catch her, but she falls on the stairs before catching her.

He just watches and listens as her body collapses on the floor and her cries, begging him for mercy as he approaches her again, trying to escape as she rests her back in the wall. His hand found its way to her neck, starting to choke and easily raising her body from the floor as the girl fought for release and air, trying to kick the man behind the white emotionless face. It excites him.

The way she keeps fighting as his grip tightens. Her eyes not brighten anymore as the air scapes of her lungs. Something in it reminds him of you, guiding his dark gaze to the bright necklace, sliding the tip of his knife through the necklace and her collarbone, going slowly down to her naked breasts.

And with a quick move, his knife blade is deep inside her chest, listening to her last scream as she dies in his hands and the blood runs down her skin.

He let her lifeless body fall to the ground, staring at it before approaching again to push the necklace from her neck. Which is still there. Realizing that he couldn’t take it by force, he remembers it had a key. He walks towards the living room to search for it in the clothes of the guy he killed, finding it and returning to unlock and grab his bloody trophy, keeping it in one of his pockets. Watching their bodies again, he decides to finish his masterpiece by sitting the couple together in the couch, turning on the TV, letting they stay bloodily together, and finally walking home.

He finds himself home while passing through the backdoor that you always left open for him to enter when he goes out, locking it behind him and walking towards the living room, searching you. No signal of you there. He walks silently as always to the kitchen, not finding you there either. He takes advantage of it and approaches the sink, opening it to let the water run, reaching the necklace and washing it for you. Yes, for you. It was normal to Michael bring gifts for you from his hunts and it’s been a while that he didn’t found something that he felt sufficient special to give to you.

Enough cleaning, he keeps the necklace in his pocket again, doing his way to upstairs deciding to find you. He missed your presence and soft voice greeting him, also how your eyes did bright when he always comes home.

He arrives your bedroom, letting a deep breath scape when not finding you there, starting to feel worried. He calms himself down as he hears some noises in your bathroom, following them and opening the door in hurry.

“Oh, Michael! It’s you! You scared me…”

You rest your hand in your chest after the sudden jumpscare as he finds you relaxing in the tub with foam covering your shining skin because of the water.

“How was the hunting?”

You ask curiously, resting your arms in the bathtub while turning your body and attention to him, who stands there just watching you for a few seconds before approaching. You start to feel worried as Michael does not answer you, realizing that he might be hurt. With the thought, you stand on your knees and supports your hands on the bathtub rim to not slide.

“Are you hurt?”

Your eyes shining with worry sends some warmth to his cold heart, moving his head in a “no”, answering your question. He reaches your wet hair with his right hand, touching it and sliding his fingers down to your cheeks, and his thumb to your lips, caressing your skin before you kiss his digit, making a smirk rise on his lips behind the mask.

“I’m already done. Can you please give that towel for me?”

You say in an attempt to avoid the heat in your cheeks caused by his sudden touch. Michael gives you the towel and stands there, watching you while you try to wrap your body quickly, getting out of the tub and rubbing your body in his in the way, feeling his muscles tensing with your touch as you walk towards your bedroom.

You don’t notice as he silently follows you until a strong hand grabs your arm, pulling you towards a strong chest and making your eyes meet dark bright ones, burning your skin with his gaze.

“M-Michael?”

He does not let your arm go, just dropping his knife and searching something in his coveralls, showing you a bright necklace that makes your eyes widen with surprise.

“Is it for me? It’s beautiful!”

You smile as he nods, turning you around as he moves your hair to the side, putting it in your neck, fitting perfectly as he closes it with the key of the same color, letting you see the key in his hand as you thank him. As he imagined, it was perfect on you, as anything you wear. Personally, he preferred your naked body just for him to see or when you did wear his clothes. It was even perfect to show that you were his, without the need to leave bruises on you, even if he enjoyed it, but after you complained too much about going out in public and the stare of people towards you, it was an easy solution, as only him could open the necklace again. It would remind you that you were his, and only his. And he would make you remember, many times he needed to.

You feel his hand on your shoulder, pushing your body down until you’re on your knees, touching the zipper of his coverall and your hand, guiding you to put it down and reveal his chest covered by a black shirt as your nails softly scratch his muscles, finding the start of his boxers.

You look up to him, feeling your mouth water knowing where it all will end and a tight grip in your hair, a silent order for you to continue, releasing his thick member from his boxers and lightly teasing it with your fingers, glaring to the veins on it and how it pulses in your hand. Your lips approach his length, planting kisses all over it until you hear an impatient grunt, knowing exactly what he wanted. His tip slowly enters your wet mouth as you start to suck him and work with your tongue around his large shaft the best you can.

You gasp as Michael makes your air choke when he pulls the necklace with a strong grip on your neck, moving his hips starting to fuck your mouth and throat, making your cunt squeeze around nothing, needing him already.

Muffled moans trying to scape your mouth full of his member while you try to keep eye contact as small tears blur your vision. Not being able to hold yourself anymore, you move one hand to your exposed clit below your towel, rubbing it with the hurried pace of his hips, using your free hand to grab his leg, trying not to fall. Your moans sending chills through his skin while watching your pretty messy face and your body trembling on your knees for him only confirms that it was what he most wanted, every day and every time, which also kinda pisses him.

With another look, Michael finds out that you’re touching yourself without permission, so he grabs your arms and pulls you up when he removes his length out of your abused mouth and giving you a death glare as you feel your legs shaking trying to stand, but before you could recover your breath, he pushes you to the bed, unwrapping your body from the towel and lifting his mask just above his lips, pinning your wrists above your head just with his left hand, starting to attack your lips with his.

He bites your lips, he sucks your tongue, and trail wet kisses down your skin as he finds his way from your neck to your erect nipples, taking his time teasing you with his calloused fingers, circling and pressing it with his tongue, doing the same thing with the other and finishing with a rough bite above it to leave a mark in purpose.

Your hips already moving by their own with his touches and his hands going up and down in your leg skin, squeezing time by time.

“Michael, please! I need you!”

You say, trying to get some friction from his body.

So needy already.

You can feel a smile on his lips as he goes down again, doing his way to your tights, sucking and biting your skin around your cunt, that pulses begging for attention.

His attention.

“Please Michael…I was waiting for you all day…”

He just stares at you while guiding his free hand closer and closer, examining your features for any signal of lies. Satisfied with your begs, he moves his fingers through your lips, teasing your entrance and going up to your pretty button, rubbing it in circles while doing some pressure, watching your body jump a bit under him, approving your reaction and wetness with a grunt. Michael starts to please you with his mouth, entering your wet hole with his tongue and not being gentle while sucking you with ease, letting go of your wrists so he can hold your leg and spread you open for him, continuing to attack you with his mouth.

You moan while you hold the sheets trying to hold some screams as he speeds up his teasings, feeling your high so close as you feel butterflies on your belly. He feels how your pussy convulses in his tongue, changing places after a while and circling your clit with tongue as he fucks you with his fingers, just wanting you to come in his mouth this night. Not lasting for too long, you fulfill his silent wish, cumming in his mouth with a long and loud moan, yelling as he keeps sucking you until the last drop of your juice.

You try to normalize your breath as you watch him licking his lips and closing the distance between you two as he kisses you again, letting you feel your own taste and his member sliding close to your tights. Michael breaks the kiss to just look at you and admire the mess you already were. And he just started.

When he feels his cock in pain, his patience runs out, needing to fuck you in the right way. He easily flips your body, squeezing your waist to pull it up and rise your ass for him, sliding his right hand in your skin, probably letting bruises from the pressure he applies, finding its way to your ass cheek, smacking it before biting roughly your skin, making a squeal escape from your throat, positioning himself in your pretty entrance. He slides his shaft through your bottom lips, teasing you before easily pushing all inside with one move of his hips, making you scream his name. He wouldn’t tell you, but he loved the way you do react with every touch of his. How your sweet hole squeezed and vibrated around him. How tight you were, almost cannot taking all of him. How you moaned and cried for him.

You feel his harsh trusts against your hips and how he beats your insides, almost not fitting there, just letting him fuck you searching his own high as you rest your face on the mattress. But he wasn’t going to let you rest. He smacks your ass again before pulling your body up, against his strong chest by grabbing you by the necklace, making you choke a little while almost sitting in his lap as he fucks you deeper and does you see stars. You just listen to the sound that your bodies do as he eats you with his member and his heavy breathing not so controlled as usual, close to your ear, automatically biting your lip finding that really hot.

He watches you as he caresses a thumb on your lip, making you stop biting it and opening your mouth to listen to your pretty voice, sliding his right hand to your neck and wrapping it around, feeling your heart pulse. Would be so easy for him to just break your pretty neck and end your life right there, but he does not want it. He preferred to break your body like this instead, over and over again. And you knew it. And you loved it.

His free hand finds its way again from your waist to your clit, rubbing and slapping it, making your body convulse a little and your pussy tighten around him, teasing him to repeat the process until you’re screaming again, just watching your face as he holds you in place with his strong grip and his arms.

“I’m so close…Please Michael-with me”

You feel his grip tighten, demanding you to beg properly as you try your best to keep looking at his gaze.

“Cum with me and fill me up with your seed…Just please-”

You can’t even think properly as he fucks you at an animalistic pace, wrapping his arm around your waist for you to stay in place, feeling waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You came in the exact second he bites your shoulder close to your neck and feels some drops of blood, pain and pleasure mixed as he fills you up with his hot seed deep inside of you with a last harsh trust of his hips, making sure to milk you right. He lets an irregular sigh of relief escape as your body falls on the mattress and he pull out of your abused cunt, watching some drops of cum trying to escape, taking it with his fingers and moving them to your mouth, making you suck it as the good kitten you are.

You feel your breathing normalizing as you lay on the sheets and he plants kisses over your collarbone, guiding your hands to his mask and caressing it, smiling very satisfied. He looks to the necklace shining on your sweaty skin, doing you to look at it too and touch it with the tip of your fingers.

“Thank you again for the gift. Now you don’t need to leave bruises on my neck and listen to my complaints about it”

Oh, he would never stop marking your pretty skin, as the possessive man he is. And you knew it, but it was a progress. Marking you or not, you were totally his.

His possession.

Michael didn’t let you rest the night along, marking every place of your body he could until he felt satisfied enough and you were a pretty little mess on the sheets.

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