#'endure it just one more lap just use this as an excuse for yourself to go stronger'

[katierosefun]

ooo oooooo it’s going to be one of those tiring days!

[jymwahuwu]

cw: non-consensual spanking, humiliation, hairbrush spanking, reader has hair

This took me hours😭💀💔... I just wanted an excuse to get spanked, thought about it for a long time and decided to write humiliation + spanking for arrogant reader. That's my favorite type, enjoy!

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Capitano has his own standards for justice, morality, and honor. Punish others…in a special way. Doesn't sound ethical, does it? But what if there is a valid reason? Correct others and stop them from going further down the wrong path. Especially, you. You are young and energetic, have outstanding strength, and respect the Queen. The Queen cherishes and favors you for this reason, and bestows you with status. But- you always disrespected him, crossing your arms over your chest, mocking him. The other Fatui are shocked by your boldness.

Being spoiled. He doesn't want to argue with you at all. Just pat you on the head and leave. You looked even more annoyed, frowning. Damselette was amused and covered her mouth. She also added fuel to the fire by taking you and Dottore for afternoon tea, secretly gossiping about Capitano while the restaurant singer sang. You are filled with indignation. Dottore nodded in agreement, tapping notes on the table with his fingers and raising his lips at the same time. Capitano can take action immediately when facing an enemy, but for you… what should he do? He needs to think about it carefully. He didn't want to crush the Queen's hopes and burn out her remaining love and kindness.

And you are not a cruel enemy. You're just…too naive. Sometimes when he closes his eyes, your face will appear. You weren't so rude to him back then…

The turning point was that special mission. Capitano needs to work with you. You reluctantly responded, but you ignored his orders and were caught by the enemy. He had to get you back. Those enemies were reduced to ashes.

Capitano snapped at you. Past experience is the basis for you to underestimate him. You wanted to apologize, but you felt embarrassed. You met his gaze defiantly, but this time…no one was spoiling you anymore. He took off his gloves, then forcibly grabbed the glowing vision around your waist and threw it aside. "What are you doing! You scoundrel!" Scoundrel. You have to learn manners and respect from now on. The world was spinning, and the next second you were thrown into his lap, with a buzzing in your ears. The buttocks touch the cold air. He-he took off your clothes? "What do you want to do!? I will report you!"

An unexpected slap. Intense pain. Your pupils constricted and you clenched your hands on his pants, the muscles in your calves tensing. Spanking? How dare he spank you? You are an adult! You struggled, but Capitano's palms pressed against your waist. Just that is enough to render you completely immobile. Uninterrupted and brutal slaps landed on your buttocks, leaving traces of the slaps.

"Stop…ah…stop this!" Twenty, twenty-one, thirty. He alternates smacking you left and right, never sparing either side. It hurts so much. The curses faded into messy sobs and whimper.

Your tears were shining, and your hands were helplessly wiping away the tears, but you always endured the impact of those slaps and stopped yourself from begging for forgiveness. The Queen was right in telling you to listen to Capitano. You really can't resist him. "…I-I…you…bad guy…"

Then the slaps just… stopped like this. Your eyelashes with teardrops were still trembling, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Is the torture over? You didn't ask for mercy. Did you win? you win-

"Do you need a paddle?" the deep voice asked with authority. You are petrified. Paddle? Thick paddle? You shook your head and sniffled again, shame burning your cheeks. "Good, then apologize for your arrogance and rudeness."

You grit your teeth. "I'm not going to-" You're not going to lose.

"Um, use your hairbrush then." Capitano pulled open your bedside table and searched for it for a few seconds before finding it. He looked at you with some condescension and adjusted your position so that your swollen butt was facing upwards towards the ceiling. Hairbrush? You didn’t even know that a hairbrush has such uses…

The impact of a hairbrush is special. Screams left your throat, tears welling up in your eyes and you started kicking your legs to relieve the pain. Eight, nine, ten…fifteen. Especially since it was your hairbrush, the thing you used to brush your hair every morning, it added a layer of humiliation. You taste the regret and tears, how could there be such an evil thug like him who keeps spanking you!

"You get what you deserve…" he responded. "Maybe I should have done that from the beginning, when you first talked back to me."

"Apologise. Maybe I'll forgive you," he warned. "Or you get spanked every day. Your choice."

Eighteen, Nineteen-

Twenty.

There seemed to be no end to the punishment, and you burst into tears and broke down. "Sorry, I'm sorry for everything!"

The hairbrush threatened to drop again, but didn't. As always, Capitano never tortured any of his enemies who surrendered. He carefully lifted you up and placed you on his legs. You lowered your head, whimpering, and snuggled into his arms weakly, listening to the vivid heartbeat. His arms crossed your armpits, maintaining the hugging position.

You really didn’t want to admit it… you didn’t hate Capitano, you could even say you admired him. It's just that one day, you find out that he treats other members the same way, or even treats others better. He is always upright and courageous. You wonder if he'll react differently, if he'll look irritated…but then, you're just seeking his attention. Your acting skills deceived yourself.

And now are the consequences. You were actually humiliated, completely. Humiliated by the one who is always righteous.

"But if it's up to me…" You suggested to the Queen, but felt the warning gaze behind you and shuddered. "…I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Maybe I am not capable of such a task."

Tsaritsa narrowed her eyes, her icy eyes scanning you and Capitano back and forth, but her smile was as warm as the sunshine in winter. "You've grown a lot in just a few days. You two work well together."

"Yes, this is your Majesty's kindness." You bowed your head and complimented.

After leaving the palace, you snorted and crossed your arms, deliberately irritating him. "Don't think I'm afraid of you now. I just...oh, I remembered my date with Tartaglia. I'm going now, bye."

You trotted towards the orange-haired harbinger, and he greeted you with a smile and silly jokes. Capitano stares at you without saying a word.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Love the drabble idea!! Could you do “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about “ with our swiss boy Nico

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"We've become the clingy couple that you used to complain about"

Nico has never been scared to show his emotions, in fact Twitter is constantly reminding him or the comments on his latest Instagram post about his "soft brown eyes." It was one of the things you liked about him first was how he wasn't afraid to show everyone in the world what he was feeling, including how he felt about you. He was in love with you, and he had this deep need to always be in some type of contact you. Especially since you've been friends since he moved to the United States and just became a couple at the end of last season. Somehow Nico convinced you to go home with him for the summer, or at least for however long you could without being fired form your job.

Somehow over those few weeks you became embedded with each-other. Nico was never more than an arm length away. None of his family or friends chirped you all, they found it enduring that Nico found someone he cared about so much. However it's been less than 24 hours since you've been home from Switzerland and not a single person from the team hasn't said something about the fact that you haven't left Nico's lap since you got to the bar.

"Hey Y/N you know you got a seat next to ya?' Jack asked giving you both a hard time.

"and your point being? Oh Jacky are you jealous cause I give my boyfriend attention and the last three girls you hit on in the hour we've been here rejected you?" you easily tease him back earning a face from him that says "fuck you" and laughs from around the table.

No one said anything else to you to the rest of the night, although you could tell that in the tiny bar stool Nico was getting uncomfortable with you sitting on him. Trying to make it better you shift your weight but then you felt uncomfortable and squashed. After a few more minutes you had to go to the bathroom anyway. Nico was busy talking to Jesper about something, so you tried slipping out of his grasp without much attention. But you failed when he stopped mid-sentence turning to gently asking "what's wrong lovie"

"nothin' just gotta go to the bathroom."

Without even thinking he excuses himself from Jesper and tells you he's coming with you. Usually when Nico acted like his you would make fun of him for being overprotective and make some sassy comment about how you are capable of peeing by yourself. Instead you felt your stomach irrupt in butterflies and your cheeks blush as you nodded your head yes.

After quickly using the bathroom you found Nico standing outside waiting for you. He quickly pulled you back into his embrace and instead of jokingly swatting him away you welcomed the embrace. That was when he realized your biggest nightmare came true. "You know Y/N we've become the clingy couple that you used to complain about." His toothy grin full on his face as he waited for your reaction.

All you did was lean up and steal a quick peak "yeah but it's not annoying when it's us." Taking his hand and pulling a laughing Nico back towards his teammates.

[allllium]

HIIII I HAVE I REQUEST FOR YOU 😼 so what about jason todd runninf to y/n just after coming back to life cause she was the first thing he think about for the moment , and then y/n hear someone knocking at the door and jason completely freaked out almost naked and totally different ,while y/n still thought he was dead and hadn't even mourned

Come Back to Me

~ Jason Todd x Grieving!Reader?

~ Helpfully this is what you were wanting, as always sorry this took so long

~ Major hurt/comfort, WC: 1037

- You open the door to your dead best friend -

Numb.

That's what you are right now.

That's all you have been since you heard the news.

Well you also been pissed.

Jason Todd was your closest friend, someone you loved more than anything. And he's dead.

Not only is he dead but it took a week for his family to tell you. Their excuse was that they weren't thinking straight. You're also 99% sure they lied about his cause of death.

One thing his family didn't know is that you know everything. He told about his family and him being Robin. But he said you weren't supposed to know so you couldn't let anyone know you know.

You know he died because of something related to his crime full activities but they gave you some bullshit excuse about a terrorist attack.

He never would've been caught in that.

Days turn into weeks that turn into months and you're not yourself without him. Codependency? Yeah seems like it.

Until there's a knock on your door. You live in a small apartment on the outskirts of town. It doesnntbegt many visitors.

You open the door without looking through the peephole. Seriously, who actually looks through those?

"What the fuck. Is this some sort of shit joke because it's not funny!?" In milliseconds, you have tears in your eyes. Threatening to fall but not quite there yet.

"I can explain." He says, as if that solves anything. As if there's any explanation for this that could make it okay.

Jason is standing in front of you. Jason Todd. The dead one. Except he's not dead. He's different, and strange, and half naked but he's definitely not dead.

"What the fuck." You repeat, this time muttering it to yourself as you back away further into your apartment.

He takes this as an invitation to come in.

"I can explain everything."

You feel frozen. His words don't even process in your mind.

"What did your family say?" That's not the thing you wanted to say first but for some reason it's the only thing that came out of the jumble of thoughts rushing through your brain.

"They don't know yet."

"What do you mean? How could they not know?" You asked him a panicked tone. Your mind feels so empty yet so overwhelmed at the same time.

"I came straight here. You were the only one I could think of."

What are you supposed to say to that?

"You should probably put on a shirt."

Not that.

"No, can you stop for a moment and let me explain?" He sounds exasperated.

"Yeah, fine. Do that." You throw yourself onto your couch and pull a pillow into your lap, using it as something to mess with instead of your hands.

And so he explains. He tells you every detail. Everything about the Joker and his death. Everything about coming back to life and freaking out. Every emotion and thought that was running through his head.

"Are you okay?" Your words come out weakly.

"I hope so. I haven't really sat down to process it."

"You're sitting now." You shrug at him, your sad attempt at a joke.

It makes his face crack a smile smile and for a second he looks the same as he did a couple months ago.

He looks the same but different, more grown if that makes sense. His eyes look greener, his hair has a white streak, he's covered in new scars, and he's overall just bigger.

You get hit with an overwhelming sense of sadness as you take notice of the number of new scars on his top half. Just thinking about everything he has endured these last couple months, has you more upset than you know what to do with.

"Yeah I am. I don't know if I could think it all through right now." He runs his hand on the back of his neck in a shy manner.

"That's okay. Whatever you need." You quickly offer. You don't exactly know what to say or do to help him in this situation.

"I'm not sure what I need. I've never really done this before." He laughs and in return, you laugh as well.

The whole situation hurts you as so unbelievable it takes a moment for your laughter to fade. And when it does, he's still has a tiny smile. You don't expect any giant considering everything.

"Do you want some food or water?"

"No. I think I just want to rest for now?"

"That makes sense, you can take my bed if you want."

"Could you come with me? I don't want to be alone anymore."

His words hit you hard in the heart. You would do anything to take this pain away from him.

"Of course I will. I'll see if I have something for you to sleep in."

He thanks you quietly and follows to the back of your apartment where your bedroom is. You find a pair of sweatpants and big t-shirt pretty quick.

As soon as he's changed your both climbing into bed. You've done this plenty of times throughout your friendship but with the amount of emotion flowing through both of you, it feels very different.

"Wait, Jason. What about your family? You have to tell them you're alive." You panic slightly, completely forgetting you're not the only one that cares immensely for him.

"I'd rather wait till the morning to tell them. I just need a little time to deal with this."

"Am I interrupting your time?"

"Not at all."

That makes you relax within seconds. You don't want to do anything to make him feel overwhelmed right now. You don't even know how to lay in your bed while he's right beside you.

You don't have to think about it too long, however, because he quickly pulls you into him. Reveling in your touch.

You make yourself comfortable in his hold by placing your head on his chest. The amount of relief that fills you at the sound and feel of his heartbeat is beyond words.

Neither of you say anything for what feels like hours. Neither of you dare to fall asleep either. Both of you need this moment. And you don't want it to end.

[littleredwolf]

The Sleepover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 1,740

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been dating for a while but he is yet to spend the night at her place. After breaking down barriers and allowing himself to drop his guard, Bucky soon decides it’s finally time to take the next step. 

Warnings: Mentions of Bucky’s PTSD/recovery 

A/N: This was inspired by the scene in TFATWS that shows Bucky waking up on his apartment floor. It’s such a visceral moment that sheds light on just how much trauma he carries with him, and I wanted to bring some lightness to that in the form of Y/N. Long story short, I just wanted our favourite super soldier to receive the comfort he so desperately needs and deserves.

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Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the unmistakable roar of Bucky’s motorcycle pulling up outside, and you launched yourself off the couch to greet him. The two of you had been dating for a little over four months now but tonight was the first time he was staying over and you were practically vibrating with excitement. 

You had met a year ago when you’d been paired together on a scouting mission in Bucharest, spending an intensive four weeks trailing a suspected arms dealer. After spending the better half of a month shacked up together in a dingy apartment, it was inevitable you'd open up to one another eventually. After months of skirting around your feelings and your friends encouraging you both to speak up, the two of you had eventually plucked up the courage to confess your feelings and the rest, as the saying goes, was history. 

Bucky had been a true gentleman from the very beginning and had confessed early on that he'd wanted to take things slow - it had been a long time since he'd courted a woman and thanks to his coloured past he'd all but given up on the prospect of love, so the concept of a relationship was one he still sometimes struggled to get his head around. 

You understood completely and had made every effort not to overwhelm him. You were fully aware of his trauma and the suffering he'd endured and endeavoured to provide him with a calm, safe space that allowed him to let his guard down in a way he was comfortable with.

Over the last few months he'd gotten much better with touch and now it was at a point where he practically craved it. Whether he was holding your hand, laying his head in your lap while you watched TV or wrapping his arms around you from behind while you were cooking dinner, Bucky loved touch and would always find an excuse to be near you or touching you in some way. You were more than happy to indulge his needs and fussed over him at every opportunity, joking that he was like an overgrown puppy when it came to affection.

You could have cried with how sweet he’d been when he’d kissed you for the first time - he was so careful as he’d tenderly pressed his lips to yours, as though expecting to break you, and in that moment it had dawned on you that he probably wasn’t used to being so gentle towards another human being. 

It was so fulfilling witnessing this once broken man rebuilding and flourishing in his new life, and you felt truly honoured that he wanted you to be a part of it. 

At the sound of a knock at the door your excitement grew to an almost immeasurable amount, and you took a moment to gather yourself before answering. 

You’d lost count of the amount of times you’d gone to bed alone after spending an evening with Bucky, aching for him to be beside you, and although you understood and respected his reasons for not staying you couldn’t help the sting of loneliness that crawled in whenever he left at the end of an evening.

The sight of him standing in your doorway with an overnight bag slung over his shoulder was one you’d never dared to believe you’d witness, yet here he was, casually leaning against the doorframe as he waited for you to answer the door. 

“Hey Buck,” you grinned, stepping forward to greet him with a kiss which he eagerly welcomed. Wrapping his arms around you, he guided you backwards into your apartment, dropping his bag and kicking the door to a close behind him. You were breathless when he pulled away, staring up at him in awe.  

“Wow, that was…just, wow,” you marvelled, completely lost for words. 

“I could hear your heartbeat so I thought I’d ease some of your nerves,” he smirked, and your cheeks reddened at his confession. 

“Dammit Barnes, I told you not to use your super hearing on me. What if I was in the bathroom!?”

“You think I haven’t heard you pee before?” His laughter - one of your favourite sounds - echoed around the room as you shot him a horrified glare, and he quickly pulled you into his embrace to ease your embarrassment. 

“I’m reconsidering this sleepover already,” you grumbled into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist, breathing in his leathery scent. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. 

“Come on doll, why don't you show me where I’ll be sleeping.”

You immediately perked up at his words - which you suspected was his plan - and with a grin you grabbed his bag and led him to the bedroom to unpack.

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The evening passed like any other - you cooked dinner, played some board games, and ended the night cuddled up on the couch with a movie - but instead of falling asleep in Bucky's arms like you usually did, you felt wide awake. 

Bucky switched off the TV as you began to tidy away your empty glasses and snacks, and an awkward silence hovered over the room as you both pondered how to navigate the rest of the evening. 

"So, sweetheart…what do you usually do at this point?" Bucky broke the silence as he came to lean against the counter beside you.    

"Well, usually, once you've left I go to bed," you replied, realising that the suggestion of going to bed may be misinterpreted and quickly adding, "but we don't have to do that yet if you're not tired." 

Bucky's hand came to rest on your arm and you looked up to find him smiling reassuringly. 

"It's okay, doll. I'm happy to go to bed," he murmured, trailing his hand down to entwine his fingers with yours and leading you to your room. 

You were already in your pyjamas so you slipped straight under the covers while Bucky walked round to the other side of the bed and began undressing down to his boxers. You couldn't resist a sneaky peek while his back was turned, and as soon as you gave in to your temptation you regretted it immediately - Bucky's chiselled body was truly a sight to behold and one you were sad to have to tear your eyes away from. 

"Would you like me to strike a pose?" Your boyfriend's playful voice broke your train of thought and you snapped your eyes to his, finding him smirking at you with his hands on his hips. 

You'd been caught red handed, and red faced! Your cheeks were blazing and you pulled the covers up to hide your face as Bucky crawled in next to you. The embarrassment quickly dissolved once he was laying next to you, your mind suddenly too preoccupied to care, and you turned to face him with a grin. 

"You're here," you said gleefully, melting into his open arms. 

"I'm here," he echoed, his smile mirroring yours.

With a tender kiss he pulled you closer, tucking you under his chin in a firm but gentle embrace, and soon you found the tendrils of slumber pulling you into the sleepy abyss. 

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A few hours later you were awoken by a cold breeze at your back, and you reached your hand out in the darkness, heart sinking when an empty bed greeted you. 

Had Bucky left? Had he changed his mind about spending the night? Had you imagined the whole thing? 

Your thoughts teetered on a downward spiral as you sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, but your insecurity quickly turned to confusion when you looked to your side and found that not only was Bucky missing from your bed, but his pillow was too. 

Eyebrows knitting together, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and got up to try and solve the mystery, but you didn't get very far before your foot bumped into something solid. 

Bucky. 

The super soldier sat bolt upright at your touch, wide eyes staring straight ahead, and for a moment you feared he'd forgotten where he was altogether. He soon came to his senses, however, shaking off any remnants of sleep and looking up at you with a sheepish expression. 

"I, uh…sometimes find it hard to sleep," he offered, fidgeting with the blanket he must have grabbed from the couch. "Sorry, I'm still kinda getting used to the idea of a comfortable bed." 

He chuckled dryly and your chest tightened at his doleful expression - here was this brave, strong man who had been through hell, and he was apologising!? 

That just would not do. 

"Oh, Buck," you cooed, sinking to your knees in front of him and holding his face in your hands. "You don't need to apologise for anything." 

His eyes met yours and you hoped he could see the love and sincerity in them. The guards he worked so hard to keep up slipped just a tiny bit, and he gave you a tearful smile as he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. Kissing the top of his head, you turned and reached up to grab your pillow off the bed, setting it on the floor beside his before reaching back again for the covers. 

"You don't have to do this, doll. You won't be comfortable," he protested once he realised you were intending to join him, but you simply waved a hand to quiet him.

"We're in this together now baby," you softly reassured, adjusting the blanket so it covered the both of you. "I'm right here with you every step of the way." 

You kissed him deeply and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down with him as he laid back on the hardwood floor. By no means was it comfortable and you knew in the morning your back would be aching, but none of that mattered while you were at Bucky's side. 

He'd been fighting his demons for so long, and he'd likely be fighting them for a long time to come, but there was no way you were going to let him continue fighting them alone. 

Tucked tightly into Bucky's side, your head on his chest and the sound of his heart beating in your ears, you fell back to sleep with surprising ease, and neither you, nor Bucky, woke again until morning. 

[marketfreshfics]

Like Rabbits | Garreth x f!MC

Header image: @newbienewness ✦ 4327 words ✦ NSFW content (MDNI), aged-up characters, unnamed female MC (no use of y/n), alcohol consumption, admission of feelings/slight proposition, masturbation, spanking, p in v, light dom/sub elements ✦ Plot? What plot? This was honest to god just an excuse to write about Garreth in a rabbit costume ✦ Read it below the cut or on AO3

Easter festivities were a rarity at Hogwarts, yet when an opportunity for revelry arose, the seventh-years seized it with unbridled enthusiasm.

For generations, a pact among students governed the hosting duties on such occasions. The house with the fewest points bore the responsibility (and, by consequence, the aftermath) of throwing the celebration. Slytherin, enduring a dismal streak, found themselves reluctantly poised to shoulder the burden once more, the third time not necessarily the charm. As the soon-to-be graduates gathered amidst their diminished house, they sampled the exotic hors d'oeuvres with subdued chatter, their ranks thin and their spirits somewhat subdued, shooing a curious first year who had risen from bed to visit the loo.

You couldn't help but notice the lacklustre effort put forth, evident in the half-hearted swirling of your drink and the telltale lines of boredom etched upon your brow. Natsai, however, who displayed a downright lackadaisical disinterest, was already poised to depart for the evening. "I do think the Slytherins should dedicate more focus to their house standings to avoid committing another crime such as this party."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips in response, prompting an eye-roll from Imelda as she fished a hair from her drink. "Blame Sallow, we’re still recovering from his little bridge stunt."

The memory evoked a ripple of amusement; the viaduct bridge, unimposing as ever one moment, became a terrifying tangle of devil’s snare that multiplied out of control, requiring several days' worth of Confringo to eradicate.

"I’ll let you know I’m still working through detention for that." Sebastian, the culprit in question, shot a wry grin as his classmates riled with snickers, much to his chagrin. "I was only practicing the Geminio charm for Ronen’s assignment! At his recommendation, mind you, I performed it outside on a plant! I swear, Professor Weasley was just trying to-"

"Did someone mention Weasley?"

Heads swivelled towards the echo of an announced arrival from the staircase, and before questions and curiosities could be posted, Garreth Weasley sauntered down the spiral steps wearing a riot of pink cotton with two lapin ears sprouting from his crown. The seventh-years all hollered and laughed at the sight, save for Leander, who appeared wholly unamused by his fellow Gryffindor’s getup. "The bloody hell, Garreth?"

"What?" He grinned at the tall redhead. "Surely we couldn't have a proper Easter festivity without a rabbit present? Where’s the fun in that?"

Leander's jab echoed into the rim of his goblet before he took a sip. "Is that what’s been stuffed under your bedframe for the past month? You look ridiculous."

Undeterred, Garreth opted instead to, well, air his abundance of comfort. "Yes, but I feel incredible. Quite breezy down here, innit?"

Spiked cider sputtered from Sebastian then, dribbling down his chin. "Are you wearing anything under that poacher’s pelt?"

"Isn’t my smile enough for you, Sallow?"

Yet, despite yourself, your curiosity persisted, occasionally wandering to the vicinity of his lap. Heat rose to your cheeks, unrelated to the effects of alcohol, as you observed the subtle jostle there. It was a wager, you thought, with a flush of embarrassment tinting your cheeks, that Garreth Weasley remained, by all accounts, an honest man.

"What even is this fabric?" Natsai protested, pinching the fold of fluff near her housemate’s bicep. "It appears to be rather flammable."

"Now that would provide ample entertainment for the evening." Ominis chimed in nearby, his attention still fixed on his wand-led readings, seemingly uninterested in the fraternization.

"One at a time, darlings." Garreth, the ever-enthusiastic lion, swung a wicker-weave basket to and fro, reminiscent of some fictional harbinger of joy. Nestled within the dried grass padding were several small bottles of firewhisky, a smattering of cauldron cakes, and various other treats from Honeydukes. "I knew the Slytherins were in desperate need of a Pepperup, so I've come to spread the merriment. Snakes enjoy chocolate frogs, don't they?"

"I thought snakes typically ate rabbits," Imelda quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Garreth didn't miss a beat in his response to her jest. "If I were none the wiser, Reyes, I'd wager you'd like to take a hop around my carrot—"

A muttered expletive signalled the departure of the quidditch captain, leaving behind a chorus of laughter.

You found yourself enthusiastically joining in, relishing the unexpected amusement of the evening. As the crowd dispersed, you approached Garreth to select a treat of your own.

"Happy Easter, beautiful." Garreth's voice dipped low, laced with a suggestive tone that he often employed in your company. "Care to take a seat on the Easter bunny's lap and tell me what you want to find in your basket tomorrow morning?"

"That's Santa Claus," you teased in return.

"My mistake."

The flirtations between Garreth and yourself had become somewhat of a tradition throughout your Hogwarts enrollment, though they never progressed beyond playful banter. Here and now, with alcohol’s nack for unbarring inhibitions, the thought of advancing motions with the cheeky Gryffindor didn’t seem like such an unreachable feat.

"You seem rather warm in that outfit," you observed, noting the slight sheen above his brow.

Garreth chuckled. "It's rather steamy in here, indeed. But not to worry, I can… ventilate if needed." Handing you a small package of honeycomb with a coy smirk, he added, "Here, I think you'll enjoy this one."

Before you could inquire further, Garreth was already moving through the lively crowd, intent on distributing more sweets and cheers. With a huff of amusement, you tore into the package of honeycomb, only to notice some writing on the pleat of the wrapper.

'Do you know what rabbits are known for? I think we could do it better. Tell me when you’re ready, and we can hop off for the night.'

The implications hit you like lightning.

Copious procreation.

Flammable or not, your gaze practically burned through the back of Garreth's fluffy pink ensemble as he disappeared into the throng of students.

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While the evening bled into night, even with the bolstering presence of libations coursing through your veins, the mere idea of approaching Garreth at the night's end had your insides all tangled. Harmless flirtations aside, this was a full-on proposition. What if the request was meant for someone else?

Then again, he’d deliberately dedicated the honeycomb to you…

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Somewhere between a refilled goblet and the honeycomb wrapper now tucked into your brazier like some love letter from a sweetheart posted overseas, your prior suspicions of Garreth’s costume being rather warm were confirmed. The redhead retracted an arm inside the suit, while the other unzipped the front to his navel, exposing his bare chest as he tied the sleeves around his hips.

At that moment, propriety yielded to fascination, and any pretense of restraint evaporated as you found yourself captivated by the contours of his soft yet sculpted physique. A twinge of envy stirred within you, brought on by the admiring glances of the two Hufflepuff witches directed his way from the sidelines.

Garreth leaned against the wall, a slight trickle of sweat central to his chest, freckles all flushed from alcohol and flirtations, and seeing the wizard looking entirely dishevelled in his buzzed state did something truly wonderful for your inhibitions. Downing the rest of your pep talk, you crossed the common room, approached him near the enchanted piano, and promptly cupped a hand to his ear.

"I’m ready to… hop off, for the night." You whispered, the heat carried with it curling into the shell of cartilage.

"Yeah?" Garreth’s grin settled into a keen sort of coy, and his gaze went all honed-in and confident, leaning into you with some additional insinuations in those glassy greens of his. "Sure you don’t want to linger a bit longer in this charming mildew?"

His stray dig was not lost on Sebastian, who promptly threw Garreth a pointed warning without threat behind it, bopping an ear of his fuzzy getup.

"Settle down, Sallow," Garreth chortled, relieving his cup of its contents before boldly taking your hand. “We know the snakes always host the most splendid of shindigs.”

A chorus of wolf-whistles heralded your departure, along with someone’s award-winning remark about calling Garreth ‘Thumper.’

Down the adjacent hallway you went, past another couple that was long since lip-locked, and the firewhisky fuzz in you sought the very same. At the end of the hallway that connected to the Slytherin dormitories, coincidentally located at the intersection of friendship and something more, you shoved Garreth against the wall and claimed that magical mouth of his with your own.

For all the smart comments, the witty banter, the years of flirtations that stacked the deck and colored your cheeks, Garreth melted against you, a mess of vulnerability and desire. His body responded eagerly, exploring newfound territories with a hunger born of longing. Eventually, his body caught up to the priority of the situation, wrapping both arms around you with eager motions and traveling to all the locations he’d only dreamt of visiting before.

You were moving then—perhaps another student was evicting you from the open area, nudged aptly to ‘get a room’—but at one point or another, between lips, between moans, and those magical, heated renditions of your name, you found yourselves in a vacant dormitory.

"Who’s room is this?" You pondered breathlessly.

Garreth didn’t seem to give two shits as you all but crashed into the bedroom, nearly toppling an oil lamp, sending it teetering on its pegs as you collided with a bedpost. "Don’t know, don't care."

And that conversation promptly died in between your mouths, somewhere in the tangle of your tongues, as Garreth captured your wrists, holding them above your head as he trailed kisses along your throat. Plush, pink lips planted sweet kisses, while the scuff of end-of-day stubble bit friction in their wake.

"Garreth," You murmured with a shallow draw of breath. "You… you fancy me?"

"Oh, we’re well past fancying, love." His tone dipped back into devious territory, the same place where feelings like desire and longing and, goodness, arousal held court. “I’m onto the craving stages of our little tryst, myself. And right now… I need you.”

In response to his confession, your leg instinctively hitched over his hip, eliciting a low groan as he captured his bottom lip between teeth, a rewarding gesture that spoke volumes without a word.

His grip on your wrists was released, instead seeking the supple curve of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you toward the nearest bed. Settling you down with a sense of urgency, the mattress dipped with his company, and he enveloped you in his embrace, hungering for more of the kisses that fueled his wet dreams.

Garreth pulled back, settling on his knees above you, a pleased grin playing on his lips as he panted, as if suddenly realizing something, perhaps in response to the whisper of a zipper against his bare chest. "Why aren't you naked yet?"

You laughed, mischief set free as you met his gaze. "Excuse me? What about romance? Shouldn't you be wooing me or, I don’t know, engaging in some foreplay?"

The redhead chewed his lip, and it stretched with eagerness. “Of course. Where are my manners? Though I’m still taking all of your clothes off right now, I’ve waited long enough for my Easter present.”

"You don’t exactly give gifts for Easter."

There wasn’t much room left for protest, however, as Garreth all but tore your skirt from your waist, his expression telling of the countless times he’d imagined doing so, perhaps somewhere into his fist or while soaking in the shower. The billow of linen and cotton was discarded with such haste that you thought he’d taken some unspoken offence to the garment, but then his efforts were being spent on tugging your underwear down. A breath born from an expletive ensured you were plenty wet for the introduction.

Verdant irises were engulfed by pupils blown wide, as Garreth drank in the sight of your sex. "God… my imagination could never."

"Like what you see, do you?" You giggled nervously, knees bent and pressed together in honest reflex.

"You have no bloody idea how much I like what I see," he replied with a grin, his gaze tracing every contour of your exposed skin. "...what am I supposed to do now?" It was his turn for a nervous chuckle, palming whatever flesh he made contact with, his demeanour akin to that of a tourist in need of directions.

A soft moan rewarded his efforts. "Whatever you desire... I'm yours for the night, remember?"

And to seal the proverbial deal, you peeled the ruched top up and over your head, unhooked your brazier immediately after, and bit the web of your cheek as you expedited it to the floor, joining the rest of your clothing expenditures.

The honeycomb wrapper fluttered onto your stomach, and Garreth raised an amused brow. "A fond little souvenir, hmm?"

"It’s sentimental, shut up." You purred, quieting his jests with bare chests pressed, and he saw no room for further comment on the matter. Garreth was all mouth then, kissing from lips to chin to lobe as he tutted. "Before we truly make like rabbits and fornicate," He couldn’t help the huff that followed, hearing himself say such a big boy word, "there's something I want to do first."

"Tell me," you urged quietly, fingers tangled in fiery copper curls. "Tell me what you want to do to me..."

"Well, for starters..." He kissed a breadcrumb trail from your neck to your shoulder, "I want to hold you in my arms and get you off."

"Oh god," anticipation drenched your mound and arched your back. "Yes, Garreth, please…"

The sound of your voice sent shivers down his spine, confirming the suspicions he had harboured for months. Curated Gryffindor courage made his heart swell, and his hands trailed down to both hips, maneuvering you around until your back pressed against his chest, playing little and big spoons. Garreth's lips found their way to the curve of your ear, where teeth and lips took turns teasing your lobe. "Comfy?"

"Very much so," you mewled, surrendering to his magnetic presence, your bare back pressed against his chest while you lay on your side. Your hips instinctively moved in synchrony with his, firm against fluffy pink fabric slung low on his waist, and there it is—that stiffness underneath the plush that has your mouth watering and your groin humming. A snort erupted from you at the reminder of the rabbit costume, partially undressed, entirely inappropriate.

"What's that, sweetheart? Gonna share with the class?" He tsked then, and a mischievous grin adorned his face as he felt the delightful pressure of your hips against his own. "Might I… take a dip?"

"Yes," you breathed, already writhing, already wanting, even though his exploration had only just commenced. "Please, Garreth... please..."

And so Garreth learned a lot about himself then; your pleading revealed a new kink. He nuzzled your neck with a mischievous grin, his touch growing more daring as a hand dipped lower; as soon as his fingers gently caressed the carnal crux between your thighs, your neck arched a bit harshly, but that was just fine; you were too absorbed in thoughts of holy fuck, Garreth is rubbing my clit.

The prompt response surprised him, but your brash expression had an undeniable allure. A playful smile appeared on his face as he leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Merlin, this wet for me already? So generous..."

"Can’t believe I’m getting fingered by someone in a bunny costume.”

“Fingered by me in a bunny costume, thank you.” Garreth began sucking over your jugular to elicit a sweet little cry from your mouth, and with the flesh popping audibly, no doubt where a bruise would bloom, he whispered, "You're going to feel splendid around me, beautiful.”

"I want you, Garreth." Grinding your pelvis into both his palm and his dick certainly conveyed as much. It echoed the heat that built over months of minute gestures, sidelong glances, and jokes made at each other’s expense.

"I want you, too." His hand moved with purpose, with three fingers flat against your bud, dipping to explore your intimate depths while those tactful lips brushed the upward jut of your neck. An arm snaked under you and around your middle, palming a breast with a multitasking maneuver that made you squirm.

"Garreth," you whimpered as he caressed your wetness, throwing petrol on the fire within you. You found a rhythm that harmonized with the symphony he composed. "Yes, yes..."

"What is it, baby?" His thumb made love to that throb and swell of nerves, eyes closed in concentration as he leaned closer, exhalation hot on your shoulder.

"I want to come for you," you rasped, testifying that which sought to consume you. "Please… faster…"

Garreth's explorations intensified, and the sound of your slick arousal punctuated each movement. An almost accomplished smile curled his lips, relishing the subtle power he held over you. "Do my fingers feel good?" His voice danced all hushed and seductive, the grate of alcohol and lust on his throat.

You were lost in the whims of his touch, unfolding in his hands. As he quickened the pace of his fingers, your body arched along the river banks of abandon, edging closer to release. "I know something that would feel even better."

He possessed an innate knowledge of the words that would stoke the fire within you. "We’ll get there," he whispered, his breath hot on your racing pulse. "First… come for me."

"Yes," you whimpered, your voice trembling with the impending climax that welled within. His finger movements, an audacious symphony between soaked folds, carried you ever closer. "I'm… I'm… "

As your cries of pleasure came forth with volume, Garreth focused his efforts on your clitoral hood, applying firm pressure as opposed to frantic fingering, intent on prolonging the spasms. At the same time, your body practically sang his praises, and he offered the same in return. "Good girl. Now... are you ready for me?"

You panted, flipping over to face him with a breathless peppering of kisses, flush with gratitude. “Keep calling me a good girl like that, and I will be,” you breathed, gently biting his bottom lip.

He was quick on the draw, bless him. "Good girl.”

Eager motions resumed, bodies practically clinging together. "I want you inside me, Garreth." You squirmed underneath, anticipating his taking. “Let me be your good girl; take me from behind…”

Without hesitation, Garreth shifted you onto your stomach faster than his brain could sort sense of the idea. He grabbed you by the hips, repositioning you on the bed with precision, with his trademark combination of dominance and fondness. You stabilized on elbows, swaying your hips like the comely creature you were.

"Is this what my good girl wants?" he smirked, devouring the gradual parting of your legs, the invitation for him to claim what is rightfully his.

"Yes," you practically pleaded, thrumming to feel the weight of his hands upon your hips, to experience his penetration. "Please, baby... spank me."

He processed the request with his mouth slightly agape in surprise at your words. No one had ever made such a request to him before. "Are you asking me to spank my good girl?"

A coy nod over your shoulder and a bitten lip conveyed your consent. "Yes, please... I'll be good..."

"Say it properly.” The command was all supplicant and alluring, while ravenous hands sampled your inner thighs.

“Please, Garreth…” You whimpered, practically dripping. “Please, spank me.”

"That's better..."

A palm thunderclapped across your rear with unexpected force. Another followed in quick succession, harder than the first, and you cried a simpering symphony. Hips swayed and rutted, knees threatened to buckle, and your back arched as heat rooted deep. "More, please, baby..."

His breath hitched as he took in your heartfelt plea, spurred on by something that mingled and met with testosterone, compelling him to venture into unexplored realms, a captive yearning for sweet freedom. Garreth employed the enthralling control he had over you as he gripped your hips possessively, while his palm branded your buttocks.

"So good," you gasped, and each contact drew forth a garbled moan.

A mischievous smirk played across the lion’s face, as he darkened at the welting consequences of his actions. He prolonged the inevitable. "Oh, is that so?" His hand descended once more, his touch deliberate, unhurried.

"Yes, oh god..." You yearned for a proper fuck, to have your hips hammered, longed to stretch intimately around him. With your bottom lip caught between teeth, you glanced back at Garreth, exuding an eager and willing demeanour. "Baby, please..."

The taut heat of his cock nestled against your rear. Nimble fingers curled into your waist, drawing you closer, and then Garreth discovered the full extent of your arousal. "So wet for me..."

"Only for you, baby..." You pushed your hips back, feeling entirely too empty all of a sudden. "Garreth, I need you inside of me… please, take me... "

"Oh, I'm going to take you, all right."

And then, in a display of vulnerability, he guided you closer with hesitant hands seeking comfort on your thighs. With a shared breath, Garreth aligned himself, gathering warmth and wetness in kind on his cock, and announced his entry with an audible exhale.

Like a reflex, your back arched, writhing serpentine along his length as Garreth bottomed out. He provided experimental thrusts, gradually quickened the pace, and soon you were sucked into a beautiful pattern.

A primal moan parted lips in an unfiltered expression of longing as he delved deeper, as Garreth bucked from behind. Bending down, he pressed an enthusiastic kiss to your nape, grunting with the forceful motion of his fuck. With every thrust, his lips on your neck sent shivers down your spine, and with how desperate he was to hold you close, Garreth clutched you close and brought your torso upright, swaying in rhythm, your bodies making sense of one another’s.

"Oh, baby girl…" The wizard purred into your ear with a strong forearm clamped over your torso and a firm grasp tangled in your hair. He tugged at your strands as he increased his pace, the pricks of pulled nerves eliciting a gasp. His grip across your midsection anchored you to his chest, the tight hold leaving crescent marks of possession into the swell of a breast. A lovely, lewd sound escaped his throat as your hips began to meet his movements, the overwhelming pleasure consuming him entirely.

Your back pressed against his chest, and you contorted in all the right ways. With a head tilted back, your sights set on the heavens, surrendering to the moment. "Fuck me, baby. Hold me tight..."

"I’m not letting go," The words were all breath, the sound caught on the brimming heart stuck in his throat, as he leaned down to bite your neck. "You're... you're mine..."

Your hand instinctively snaked between your legs, choking your clit between index and middle digits. The intense sensation of Garreth's plumbing your depths brought you to the brink, surpassing your wildest expectations. "Oh god, Garreth, I'm... I'm coming...”

A shriek was stifled as you came hard and raw, your abdomen releasing pressure buildup as you rocked against Garreth’s cock like it was your saving grace, coaxing and prolonging your release as you disengaged from body and mind, almost going slack in his arms. The announcement, the tightness of your orgasm propelled him fuck to his full potential, chorused by your cries. He teetered on the brink, his equilibrium delicately balanced as he held onto your hip, thrusting deeper inside with each exhalation, his movements deliberate and steadfast.

The bed protested audibly as you rocked on your knees, punctuating your passionate connection. You coaxed him with a voice still raw and made all the more ragged from your climax. "Come, baby…"

Your words were the catalyst of his coming. Garreth buried his face into the back of your neck, breathing ragged and erratic as the boundless excitement that you built within him finally burst forth in a breathtaking culmination. He surrendered to an overwhelming release, spilling himself deep within.

Collapsing forward, he pressed you into the bed, his body weight a comforting presence upon you. You let out a sound of satisfaction as he settled on your back, your inner thighs slick with evidence of your shared release. An inward sigh of fulfillment escapes you while you tilt to plant a kiss on his cheek. "God, that was even better than the first."

"You’ve rendered me boneless, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder. “I’m utterly spent.”

You couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle; your fingers naturally entwined with his as you both shifted onto your sides. When your eyes met, they reflected a sense of contentment and gratification. "Me too," you admitted, your voice soothing in the quiet aftermath. "Spent and drained..."

Garreth's hand tightened around yours, conveying tenderness. His lips curled into a gentle smile, a sparkle of admiration flickering in his gaze. Compelled by magnetism, you gravitated close, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. "Stay," you murmured, longing to extend this moment of closeness.

The chuckle he responded with caught you off guard until you realized that you hadn’t the foggiest idea whose bed you just expressed your feelings in. "Ah, I see," you laughed, begrudgingly reaching for your clothes.

As you tugged each article of clothing on, Garreth adjusted the rabbit costume back into place, and you devolved into a fit of giggles. “Did you even take off that ridiculous get-up?”

“Listen, love,” Garreth smirked, claiming your chin with impish intent. “I just fucked the most beautiful woman in our year wearing this. I won't soon be criticizing its charm.”

You leaned closer to kiss him, as breathless as he made you feel. “Fair enough.”

[jadedxhearts]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 #𝟕

HC's for mutual masturbation/phone sex with Law.

Warnings: afab reader, smut, partially modern au

Originally posted on May 28th, 2023

This could go two different ways; one for a modern au and one that would work for that or canon.

The latter being that you and Law are in the same room, bored out of your minds. You finally come up with a game the two of you can play, and despite feeling uncertain at first, Law eventually agrees…

The game is that you both can please yourselves however you wish, but can’t touch each other. And Law can’t use his room to take advantage of this/cheat. Whoever gives into touching the other first is the loser, and has to endure a punishment.

So Law’s in his desk chair, you’re laid back against the pillows on the bed. Both of you have your legs spread wide, giving each other a clear view of what’s going on.

Law’s still got his jeans on, though, and you’re still wearing a very thin tank top, that hides nothing, really. You could start with pinching and pulling your own nipples, letting them become hard through the fabric. It’s a turn on to Law.

Law’s palming himself through his jeans, taking it slow so that he doesn’t have to be the first one to start actually masturbating. At first, you try holding out from touching your cunt, just to tease him more, but you feel yourself aching and pulsating, needing to be touched desperately.

You’ll slide two fingers around your folds, gathering up all the slick you can before licking it off your fingers and then plunging back in for more, only now you’re slowly guiding your fingers inside yourself. A little whimper escapes, and honestly seeing Law continue to not remove his jeans pisses you off. So you use your fingers to spread your pussy lips apart, making sure he can see everything.

Law grunts, and would eventually end up giving up. He quickly releases his cock, wasting no time in starting to pump himself. With each jerk of his wrist, and every small thrust of your fingers moving into you, his cock twitches and aches. He’d honestly not be sure if he can win this game.

But, you quickly have yourself moaning loudly, your other hand rubbing circles into your clit as you try so hard to bring yourself closer to orgasm, but it’s not easy. Your fingers can’t compare to Law’s, and you want nothing more than for him to shove his long tattooed fingers inside you.

Law’s quickly losing himself, too, but is pleased to see that you’re the one to lose the game, standing up hastily to sit in his lap, rubbing your pussy along his cock without inserting it into you, begging for him to fuck you. Then, your punishment begins…

The other scenario, now. The phone sex. Law’s a surgeon, meaning he has to work late nights sometimes. On a particularly long shift that has him staying at the hospital overnight, he gets about an hour long break to eat, take a nap, whatever. But he spends it talking to you on the phone, since you called out of desperation.

He’ll ask why you’re not sleeping, and at first you’ll try to excuse it as “I just can’t fall asleep”, but Law quickly catches onto what you’re doing when your breath randomly hitches, and you pause before speaking a lot.

“You’re touching yourself, aren’t you? That desperate for me, hm?” He’ll say, beginning to palm at his hardening cock, double checking to ensure he’s locked up in the room, so that nobody can interrupt.

You’ll whine in response, beginning to whine about how you were just too horny, and needed to hear his voice as the thing to get off to. Law chuckles on the other end of the phone, and asks if you’d like for him to masturbate with you. You say yes so quickly it’s pathetic.

So then you’re in bed, knuckles deep in your cunt but not feeling satisfied enough, even with Law’s voice. Law’s sitting alone, still, his jeans unzipped just enough for his cock to hang out, and he’s slowly stroking himself, enjoying listening to the way you struggle. But clearly, you’re in need of some sort of help, so he has a suggestion for you; “how about you go get that dildo I got you for punishing you? Clearly your fingers won’t suffice.”

So you scramble to the closet of your shared bedroom, staying on the phone with Law as he tells you exactly where to find it, and you quickly do. You return to the bed and lick up the piece of plastic, wetting it with your saliva. Law then instructs you to fuck your self with it, and change over to the facetime call so he can watch.

Now your phone is propped up on a pillow, and your legs are spread before it so that Law has a clear view. He praises you and guides you along. “Put it in now… just like that, shit. S-start slow.”

The pink fake cock is about halfway in you when Law gives you a “fuck it, just shove it in there.” And you oblige, shoving the rest of it inside you, holding onto the end of it to thrust it in and out of yourself.

Law’s praises grow more breathy, and he starts to sound desperate to cum. He watches as your cunt start creaming on the dildo through the screen, your moans like music to his ears as he gets pushed over the edge, cumming into his fist with a loud whine.

And after you’re finished spilling your juices onto the bed, Law tells you to clean up and be ready for when he gets home.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

C.R.E.A.M

Chapter 6

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don’t bite!

Summary: Thor crossed the wrong man, now you are caught in middle.

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead. NonCon fingering, masturbation, drunken behavior

Dark Thor x Reader, Dark Zemo x Reader (Mein Hase), Drug lord AU

Mein Hase: German for my Bunny 🐇

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The house wins, and the game resets once more. You've lost track of how many times the dealer has gathered the cards, shuffling and dealing as you finish yet another glass. Despite the buzz fogging your brain, you can’t ignore Thor’s gaze. You keep your eyes averted, trying to ground yourself in the haze of the drink and the hum of the room. But his attention weighs heavily at your side.

“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice pulls your focus. You turn stiffly. It takes a moment before you realize it’s her—Jane, Thor’s wife.

She stands close, her polished grace a sharp contrast to the charged atmosphere at the table. A delicate scent wafts from her—soft, floral, refined. She smile at you, but you catch the briefest flicker of something else in her expression—does she know?

Does she know you’re one of her husband’s mistresses? Is she here to confront you?

The thought coils tightly in your chest, choking the air from your lungs.

"Hi," you manage, your smile strained as a nervous twitch threatens to betray you.

“A little bird told me you bought Natasha’s auction house,” she says with a playful smile. “Sorry, I’m being rude. Hi, I’m Jane Odinson. I was at the last auction—I bought a few Sokovian pieces at the last event.”

“Oh?” is all you can bring yourself to say.

She says something else—an invitation to the next auction, Sokovian artifacts—but her voice fades under the pounding in your ears. You nod, her words sinking into the background. Your attention drifts instead to the beasts at your back.

“Oh, Vice Chairman Rodriguez, Senator Schmitt,” Jane calls over to two passing guests. “Come meet my new friend here. She’s the new owner of the warehouse. It’s where I got that piece I was telling you about.”

You nod and hide behind glass of champagne. She takes command of their attention and your grateful for it. She calls over another guest, then another, her charm effortlessly pulling them in.

You try to keep up with the introductions, but you can’t t keep up with which name goes with which face. Is this what it’s like? You don’t know how Natasha does it—how she endures the steady stream of eyes, the constant barrage of attention. The lies, the practiced smiles all feel and draining.

“Boom!” Thor’s hand crashes down onto the table like thunder, drawing the attention of the crowd. Jane cheers as Thor’s gaze flickers toward you for a brief moment before he pulls attention to his wife.

“Ah, so that’s why my luck has changed,” Thor proclaimes, pulling Jane into his lap. "My beautiful wife."

The display turns lewd as he kisses her, hungry and unrestrained, until she slaps him away playfully. You watch as he relents with a grin, the fierce man softening into that of a devoted husband—a stark contrast to the man you know.

“I think that’s all for me tonight, gentlemen,” Zemo says as he rises.

He leaves his chips behind, an amount you couldn’t begin to calculate. His expression remains steady, though tension hums just beneath the surface.

You step back to give him room, but your heel catches, and you stumble. His hand finds your waist quickly, firm and grounding. The warmth of his touch seeps through the fabric as your pulse quickens. His gaze locks on yours—dark, deliberate, all-encompassing, pinning you in place.

"Careful mien Hase."

The words are soft intimate, sending a shiver through you. Your breath stalls as he leans closer, the space between you narrowing painfully slow. Panic wells up, sharply at the thought of him kissing you here—in front of Thor. What would he do? His wife is watching.

Your breath escapes in a quiet rush as he shifts aside, his fingers brushing yours as he takes the glass from your hand. The sound of crystal meeting the table echoes sharply, louder than it should, cutting through the silence and the frantic beat of your heart.

"Come along."

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The cold night air splashes against your face as Zemo guides you outside, his hand firm at your side as he marches. The world feels softener, quieter, the murmurs of voices dissolving into the soothing melody of the chirps of crickets and hum of cars as they idle at the end of the drive.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you slur, eyes lidded, head lolling gently against Zemo’s shoulder. You’d never drank so much before. Never knew how heavy it could make you feel, how it can cloud the world around you. Your hands grip at his shirt weakly, fatigue settles over you like a warm blanket, heavier than you'd realized until now. You don’t want to play anymore, just want this all to end, be free of them all.

He doesn’t answer. Did you even say it out loud? His words, low and steady, blur into the background as he speaks to the valet. You sway against him, your legs uncooperative, the ground tilting beneath your feet—or is it the world?

His scent catches your nose—cider, pine, something warm. It clings to the air between you, oddly soothing, a lifeline in the haze of noise and bodies you left behind.

"Thank you, Oeznik," Zemo says softly, almost a lullaby against the blur of your thoughts. The car door clicks open, the sound sharper than it should be, his scent blooming from it. You let Zemo's hands guide you into the back seat—firm, steady, careful.

The hem of your dress catches, sliding higher as you slump into the seat. You grumble something incoherent, batting weakly at his hand as he tugs it back down. His fingers brush your thigh, feather-light before retreating, leaving a trail of warmth behind.

In the quiet darkness of the car, you feel the tension of the night ease, your guard slipping just as the lights blur by outside.

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Zemo POV

“Herr Zemo,” Oeznik’s voice breaks through softly, respectful and waiting. His eyes lift, catching Zemo's in the dim reflection of the rearview mirror. The low hum of the engine fills the quiet, patient, for Zemo's command.

Your body shifts, sagging heavily against Zemo’s side, unaware, lost in the warmth of sleep. He doesn’t push you away, unbothered by the soft rhythm of your breath against his skin. His gaze lingers on you, watching as your lashes rest delicately against your cheeks. He can’t recall the last time he slept so soundly, a quiet envy stirs at the sight of your peace.

“Let’s take her home,” Zemo instructs softly, meeting Oeznik’s gaze in the mirror. The older man nods, his hand steady on the wheel as he guides the car into the night, the soft lights casting fleeting shadows across Zemo’s face.

Zemo’s gaze drifts to the window, the world outside moving in quiet flashes—nothing more than blurred colors and shifting shadows. His mind shifts to Thor—the man who still had everything Zemo had lost, the man who had ripped it all away.

His hand drifts to your exposed thigh, his nails pressing thoughtlessly into the soft flesh as his grip tightens under the weight of his anger.

"Thor please," you whimper meekly, your soft features twisting with the pain he caused. You don’t wake, only shifting slightly in your seat, unaware of the venom the name spills into Zemo’s veins.

He breathes in slowly trying to regain control of the anger that licks at his nerves. He’s done this before—he knows how to hold it in, to bury the rage.

A thought bubbles as his mind slowly settles. A faint smirk threatens to pull at his lips as a dark idea takes shape in his mind.

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Zemo’s fingers glide gently against the marks he’d left behind, the raised skin beneath his touch like braille. You stir, a soft grumble slipping from your lips, but you don’t wake.

You sleep deeply as his hand trails upward, testing the edges of your slumber. He watches, his palm tucking between your thighs, feeling the warmth radiating from you, drawing him in deeper. Your body stirs a bit, legs parting slightly, just enough for him to settle closer.  

He hadn’t touched another woman since his marriage. That vow, once unshakable, felt distant now—a faint echo drowned beneath something darker, something twisting.

"Stop, please," you pant, tears dampening your lashes. For a moment, he wonders what that man has done to you—but he doesn't care enough to stop.

"Shh, mien Hase," he coos, his thick accent wrapping around each vowel. 

You begin to hum softly, as if Zemo's words were an answer to a prayer. The air between you thickens, heavy with a tension that coils in his chest as your body responses to his touch. A smile pulls at his lips as the dampness bleeds through the delicate between your thighs. The feel pulls him deeper into a need that he couldn't ignore.

"You’re safe with me," he whisper against your brow. You moan in reply, your hips pressing against him mindlessly. He adjusts himself with a quiet exhale, the strain against his zipper demanding the relief that lay between your legs. It’s tempting too tempting to lay you down and slide his cock into you. His tongue drags across his lips at the thought of it as his finger pull your panties to the side.

 "I’ll take care of you now..."

The elastic stretches over his hand as cups your mound. You moan as Zemo sinks in slowly, his movements methodical as he mindlessly strokes himself in tandem. Each dip goes deeper, making you writhe, your body soaking his fingers as the sounds blend with the hum of the luxury car. He doesn’t care if the driver sees him play, but he knows the old man knows better.

Each motion is calculated, every press and glide tethered to the gnawing ache inside him.

For a moment, only the pounding of his heart and the rhythmic slick of your body fills the air, the tension thick as his mind races beneath the surface.

How could you be this wet? Were you ever like this for him? The thought curdled his mind with hate, yet the softness of your insides smoothed the edges of his anger.

You clench around him and Zemo pauses as you, his eye roam your body as a subtle tremor courses through you. It pulls him, caught between indulgence and his mission. It wasn’t desire—he convinces himself it couldn’t be. It was something primal, nothing more.

He exhales slowly, his hand retreating, wiping clean against the damp fabric. This moment had served its purpose. This wasn’t pleasure, he reminded himself, it was retribution. You were nothing more than a piece on the board, a message wrapped in flesh and warmth.

[ravenzeppeli]

Trapped |Yandere Johnny x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong language, physical abuse, verbal abuse, threats, stalking, uncomfortable scenes discussed, yandere relationship. MA

     "I told you not to talk to the likes of Diego Brando!" Snapped your boyfriend, Johnny Joestar, his turquoise eyes glaring daggers at you. "Remember when I told you to avoid him and every man that isn't Gyro or I?! Do you remember Y/N?!" The glare that he shot towards you was one filled with hate, no love resting behind his eyes.

Continung to berate you, he raised his voice, "Get the fuck over here now! Don't use me not being able to walk as an excuse to stay away from me!" His patience was running thin, entire body stiff to the core as you stared at him, terrified to move. "Are you fucking deaf!?"

      You always stayed far away from him when he was angry, back pressed against the harshly cold hotel wall, body visibly shaking. His loud voice filled the small hotel room, causing fear to bubble up inside of you. You couldn't stand being yelled at by him.. why was he so jealous? Never would you dare to cheat on him. The conversation with Diego was nothing more than you asking him questions about his past. What was so terrible about that? A simple, harmless conversation?

You shook your head once, keeping your eyes on him as you kept your back firmly against the wall. Your legs were too scared to move; no, they wouldn't move because they knew that he was going to hurt you. Fuck Gyro, you know that he was the reason that Johnny knew about your little conversation. Your hunch was correct - when Johnny wasn't stalking you and watching your every move Gyro was, not giving you even a single second of privacy. If you knew that your freedom and privacy were going to be taken away then you would have stayed single.

Not even in the bathroom did you get privacy, forced to keep the door open as you do your private business. Closing doors were forbidden, Johnny felt as if he should be able to see all parts of you, including your most private parts. You despised him so much for that, always watching, wearing a little smirk on his face at your discomfort and humiliation.

"I am going to beat the shit out of you if you don't bring your fucking ass over here and stand in front of me! Get over here now!" He screamed, snatching his blue hat off of his head, revealing messy chestnut blonde hair. "We've been together five goddamn months, you know what does and doesn't get you beat!"

       If Gyro were here, he would have already dragged you over to him, leaving once Johnny had his hands securely wrapped around your wrist, light beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he waited for Gyro to leave, only being able to hit and scream at you when he had you alone. He hid the truth, hitting you in places that were hidden beneath your clothes, giving you harsh glances when no one was looking to indicate that when he had you alone you were going to regret displeasing him. This relationship was pure hell, pure hell that you were forced to endure because you couldn't leave him. You've tried, him or Gyro always seemed to find you within hours.

    You forced yourself to find the strength to move, slowly stalking over to him with no anticipation in your step. You saw the light beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his hands resting on his lap, balling into fists so tight that you could see the white of his knuckles. You stood directly in front of him, eyes wide with fear as he stared you down. The silence made you nervous, goose flesh forming on your arms, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

True fear wasn't a monster hiding in your closet with plans of scaring you, fear was a crazed man being so obsessed with you that he controlled and stalked every little part of your life, more then ready to attack when you stepped out of the perfect little line that he created for you to stay behind. Why wouldn't he just allow you to be yourself? You wanted to go out and feel the sun on your skin. You wanted to make friends and laugh with others. Ever since meeting Johnny, you're only allowed to do things while he is present, and he would rather have you locked away and hidden from the world. So badly, did you want to leave. You wanted to be free.

        "If you're so scared of me, then why don't you listen to me?! Talking to Diego was unacceptable, and you know that! You are beautiful, Y/N, so beautiful that guys will want to steal you away from me!" He raised his hand behind you, placing two sharp smacks on your bottom, leaving a dark red handprint and a harsh string behind. You flinched but stayed in front of him, hands hanging limply by your side.

"You're stupid for what you've done, so stupid! You know better!" His contiuned, palm smacking away at your upper thighs, three harsh smacks going on each thigh. "Don't you know better?! Or do I have to bear your ass and beat you with a riding crop!?"

       Tears filled your eyes, your body flinching at each painful smack, your clothes providing some protection, but you still felt every harsh blow. "I do know better, I'm sorry, Johnny! I promise that I won't do it again, I'll just stay by you at all times!" You begged him, knowing exactly what he wanted from you. So, in order to spare yourself a beating, you would beg. "Please don't use the riding crop on me, I'll be good! Please give me one more chance!" You resisted the urge to rub your stinging bottom and thighs, knowing that would only anger him.

       "If you ever do this again, I promise that I'll put you in the hospital! Don't you ever fucking test me again, I am not a man that will tolerate you walking all over me! You are my girlfriend, my property and you will listen to me!" He wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. "You almost got fucking killed, you know that? Do you want to be my wife or do you want to be buried six feet underground? Those are your only two choices."

      "I want to be your wife. Nothing more and nothing else, I was put on this earth to be your wife," you told him, feeling as if you were reading lines off of a script. You made your tone sound believable, knowing that even though you didn't want him, you knew that you had to still be with him. You could learn to love him.. that's what you tell yourself so you can fall asleep at night, the thought of being with a crazy man that could snap and kill you at any time for any possible reason still on your mind, ticking away at your sanity.

       "That's what I thought.. only I can love you. Only I can make you happy and give you what you need," Johnny said, raising his hand to caress your cheek, his face instantly softening once you said the words that he wanted to hear. "Now that we are happy again, come lay on the bed. I am tired, it's time we go to bed."

[insipid-drivel]

Honestly I wish abled people took more advantage of accessibility and mobility assisting stuff.

Not just because we need more attention paid toward the world of mobility aids and accessibility in general (we do, but still), but also because a lot of able-bodied people unconsciously put themselves through more discomfort and suppress more pain than they may actually realize they're feeling and wind up going undiagnosed too long.

Like, we live in a world where getting exercise and spending good quality time in Third Spaces and other forms of staying active, socially engaged, and healthy just isn't an easy thing anymore, and most jobs force us into painful and ultimately chronically-painful positions like sitting and typing for most of the day. I just have a hard time believing that there aren't that many silent endurers of chronic pain that, due to being able to still move and carry on without assistance, most people push to the back of their mind and endure in silence.

A shower chair makes a world of difference just for regular bathing. You're resting your legs, able to recline a bit, still clean yourself as well as any other bath or shower, but still give your body more time to unwind and relax. The heat from the kinds of baths and showers most of us like is really good for most overworked and sore muscles, so having the opportunity to rest while bathing and spending a while under genuinely-therapeutic water therapy could actually be a great help to people that don't even know they'd benefit from it.

Walkers and canes that double as seats are great for if you're on your feet for long hours, especially outdoors in hot weather. Even if you're just going to Pride or hanging out at a con of some kind, a walker can be a great way to take more frequent breaks to let any tension from standing and walking for long hours unwind, and reduce the amount of strain in general you're putting on your body, so you can enjoy your time at con longer. A lot of lower back spasms and aches are actually the product of overworked thighs, hamstrings, and even irritated sciatic nerves.

No-rinse sponge bath cloths used by nurses in hospitals, hospice, and palliative specialties are great ways to keep yourself clean if you deal with executive dysfunction and realize you forgot to shower or put on deodorant and can smell yourself. They're as discreet as keeping a pack of wet wipes in a bag or purse, and are designed to require no water to rinse with after using them to still clean your skin. They work great even just as face cleaning wipes you can keep on your night stand for if you forget to wash your face and don't want to get out of bed.

Sometimes a wheelchair is actually psychologically comforting and can allow you to relax enough to go into spaces that usually make you uncomfortable (especially in ERs; I've seen A LOT of people in a lot of pain or general misery that would have a better time in a wheelchair than if they kept making themselves walk, and all you have to do is ask for a wheelchair in an ER to get one in most places), even if you're completely ambulatory. If you deal with feeling anxiety in particular spaces or become overwhelmed easily by too much stimulation, wheelchairs can allow a friend or loved one to take over the walking part for you, and a wheelchair itself forms a literal metal-framed square of Personal Space Just For You. In a wheelchair, you can cover yourself with a blanket, and they even make weighted lap-blankets for wheelchair users to provide comfort for anxious users and help them sleep when they want to nap. Nobody expects you to make eye-contact in a wheelchair, either, and so people who deal with severe issues with feeling forced to make eye-contact with strangers as they're trying to pass by have the excuse of "I need to see where I'm wheeling to" to keep their eyes down.

This isn't to say that physically abled people need to use these things in order to be allies; just that they're objects considered restricted to disabled people only, and so demand for them remains low, advances in their technology is slower in coming, and there are a lot of people in the world that walk around just fine and don't fully realize that the reason they have insomnia or struggle to focus sometimes is that they're suppressing pain they've been dealing with that certain mobility aids can reveal by relieving.

[pleasurebuttonwrites]

the privateer & me

Chapter 1 sturmhond x ofc | 2.3k | rating: teen Masterlist

Saskia Zimová is part of the crew aboard the Volkvolny. At the annual captain's party, she gets some face time with Captain Sturmhond.

author's note: this is set prior to the events of shadow & bone. first of 6 chapters. content: alcohol use

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I had been part of the crew for the better part of a year. I had joined just after the last annual captain’s party, and endured the many stories about all that I had missed. Needless to say I was pretty excited to attend tonight.

The annual captain’s party wasn’t as lavish I expected. Sure, the captain himself was dressed in elegance, looking like some kind of nobility. But for the rest of us, we didn’t have any fine clothes. For one, there were no other occasions for it — more likely it would get ruined just being on the ship, or stuffed into our packs in the small space allowed us in our quarters. And for two, none of us had the extra cash to purchase something just for the night. And if we did we wouldn’t waste it on that.

The captain’s quarters — where he held the party — were beautiful. A gorgeous fireplace, surrounded by bookshelves filled with books with leather covers and glittering spines, polished tables and chairs with plush cushions set up for various games, a large seating area with couches and chairs, a long dining table filled with delicacies — which I had been in the galley helping to make all day —  and wines and liquor and ale. 

When I showed up — after fixing and re-fixing my hair half a dozen times — the party was already in full swing. A few of the crew had brought their instruments and were performing a hearty jig and people were gathered around them dancing. I went straight to the buffet and loaded up a plate. The scent of the food had been tantalizing me all day and we’d had express orders not to sample anything.

I was making the rounds, trying to decide where I wanted to settle for awhile, wolfing down the food, when he came up to me.

“Miss Zimová, welcome,” Captain Sturmhond said. “How are you finding the evening so far?”

He held his hand out to me in greeting. I had to pull my fingers from my mouth and wipe them quickly on my pants before placing my hand in his. I was cursing myself for not grabbing a napkin. To his credit, he didn’t appear to mind.

I chewed quickly and swallowed around the lump of food, which was a pity because I was hoping to savor it. I had to clear my throat before answering. “It’s lovely, Captain. I’m very grateful for your generosity.”

“I’m happy to hear that you find it satisfactory. Please enjoy yourself.”

It wasn’t the first time I’d spoken to him, but it was the first conversation — however brief — that wasn’t about my duties on the ship. 

After clearing my plate, I found an open spot at a card table. I played several happy rounds, winning some, losing some, but having fun the whole time. I hadn’t realized Mac was so funny, he was always so grumpy while going about his duties. Marnie promised to show me how to shuffle and spread cards like that. But after a couple of hours, everyone seemed to be well into their cups. What had been funny turned into incomprehensible nonsense. Conversation, connection, severed by glassy eyes and sullen silence. Arguments over the game flared up and no reason or sense could put them out. I excused myself and walked a lap around the room. The dance floor no longer resembled dancing, there were only fools stumbling over each other. The other tables similarly had red faced revelers, swaying unsteadily to some rhythm in their hearts. The crowd had thinned considerably. I had heard that some come for the good food — only made once a year — and wine, and to have their minute of face time with the captain, then leave.

After hearing about the festivities for so long I didn’t want to just leave. After all, what was I going to do? Just go back to my bunk? I spent every night there. Instead, I ignored the people and took a special interest in the room itself. The captain had a special collection of figurines I found rather intriguing. But the man himself was across the room, deep in conversation, and without him to ask about them, there was nothing more to gain from staring at them.

I left the books for last, my true interest. I resolved that if I should not find his taste compatible with mine, I should leave. I was surprised by what I found. I had assumed they would all be tedious novels about man’s love affair with the sea. Instead, there were books about adventure, mysteries, and even romance. It was one of these that I selected from the shelves. A book by a beloved author of mine that I hadn’t had the occasion to pick up from a shop.

There were still some attendees in conversation in the seating area, others were half-asleep and some were lip-locked. I found a seat unattended on one of the couches. I cracked the book and lifted the pages to my nose. It smelled fresh and comforting and full of possibilities.

After a while I had the couch to myself and I laid across it, my preferred position for reading. I was somewhat aware of people leaving, indeed Marnie came over to say good night, as did others I knew from the galley. But I was not aware of time passing.

I turned to the last page, sad that the story was ending, but with my heart full from the events. After I had finished I shut the book and held it to my chest. I wasn’t ready to return to life, wanting to grasp at the ever-dissolving tendrils of the story world instead.

“What did you think?”

His voice pulled me firmly into the real world. I startled and looked over to find Captain Sturmhond seated in one of the arm chairs near the couch. He was facing me and I had the sense that he’d been there for some time.

I sat up quickly. “Forgive me. I-”

I was suddenly aware of the quiet. With a small sense of foreboding, I cast a glance around the room to find it completely empty.

I stood up. “I’m very sorry, Captain. I didn’t realize how late it was.” 

I made to go but he said, “Sit.”

I did as I was told. He didn’t seem angry, but my heart was beating fast. I had done something I wasn’t supposed to, I felt that acutely.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

My mind was completely blank and I struggled in my panic to remember what he had asked me.

A smile played on his lips as he said, “What did you think of the book?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry-”

“Miss Zimová, if you apologize to me again, I shall have to make sure there is something for you to be sorry about.”

My breath caught, but something about the mischief in his eyes told me he wasn’t serious.

“S-” I began again and had to bite my lip to stop myself. I think he chuckled.

I cleared my throat and started again. “I found it surprising.”

He leaned forward at that. “How so?”

“Well,” I said thinking, “I was sure Valerie would choose Avery.”

He seemed to find that delightful. “Is that who you would choose?”

I tried to hide my shock. It seemed like such a personal question. I didn’t mind, exactly. I just wasn’t expecting it. “If I felt the way that Valerie had, yes, absolutely.”

“Even though Barnaby could give her the life she deserved?”

“But she didn’t love Barnaby! Not like that. She loved Avery, still loved Avery even as she married Barnaby.”

“But she would’ve had to live a very different life than she expected with Avery. I am sure she would have been miserable.”

“No, she’ll be miserable with Barnaby. Who cares about what kind of life you’ll have if you love someone as passionately as she loved Avery, and as Avery loved her!”

He watched me in silence and I came back to myself, suddenly aware of where I was and who I was talking to. I blushed, and hoped that the light from the fire wouldn’t be enough to show it.

“I’m s-” I almost said it again, but caught myself, swallowing my words. “I should be off to bed, now,” is what I said instead.

He nodded.

“Thank you for allowing me to read your book. I most enjoyed it.” I extended it back to him but he made no move to take it.

“Keep it,” he said. “Since you appreciated it so much.”

“No, I couldn’t,” I tried to protest, but he wasn’t having it.

“In fact,” he said, “since you’ve finished that one, I have another I think you’ll like.”

He got up and went to his bookcase. He seemed to know exactly where the book in question was because he went right to it. He brought it back to me and I recognized the author. I had no idea she’d written another book. It must have been very new.

“Thank you! I’ll take good care of it, and return it to you soon.”

There was an amused twinkle in his eye as he said, “I’m sure you will. I will bid you good night.”

He took my hand, and this time he pressed a kiss against my knuckles. He moved toward his private chambers but paused to say, “Please, have another apricot puff before you go. I believe we have one left.”

He slipped into his chambers, and I was thankful to be alone to lose my composure over the fact that I had been eating an apricot puff when he greeted me several hours earlier.

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I didn’t go directly to my bunk. I didn’t think I could sit in the small space with the big thoughts I was having. I found a quiet place on the deck — there were still revelers out, singing and drinking from their own lesser quality stock of liquor and ale — but I was able to find a spot apart from them. I licked the last bit of jam off my finger tips and leaned on the railing.

The stars overhead were like bright jewels. The wispy clouds in the sky looked like pieces of a veil, and the cosmos were coyly trying to cover themselves so that when revealed, the majesty was all that much greater. Even with that beauty, I couldn’t stop picturing Captain Sturmhond’s eyes. The gold flecks in his hazel eyes, and the way they lit up during our conversation. I would rather be staring into them right now.

The sea was relatively calm tonight. Just a slight breeze and steady rocking waves. We were the only ones out here for miles around, but somehow, in the night it didn’t feel as lonely as in the day. The darkness was like a soft blanket that hid how large the world was. At night, this ship was the whole world and we were the only ones in it. When put like that, it seemed totally possible that the captain could want my company. I knew that when the sun rose and the world was once more out there, that possibility would seem so far away. The captain probably preferred someone as devastatingly beautiful as he was. Someone refined, someone feminine. But right here, right now, I could pretend. I could easily slip into a story world where tonight wasn’t some aberration, a result of a once in a year camaraderie with the crew.

I clutched the book he had lent me tighter in my arms. Before I left, I had returned the other book he had given me. I just couldn’t keep it. It didn’t feel right. Besides, where would I put it? I already had to keep my book collection thinned down to only my favorites. No. Better that it stayed on his shelves where it belonged.

I stayed out on deck until the chill made me long for my blankets. I wasn’t actually tired, but I thought I’d be more comfortable dreaming in my bunk.

I found my way inside quietly, trying not to disturb the three other occupants. A quick listen to their snores told me I hadn’t needed to be so careful. The more they drank, the louder they were, and I could tell they had drank considerably that night. I climbed into my bunk and sat on something hard. I retrieved it from underneath me and could tell right away it was a book. But why was it in my bed? I sparked the lantern next to me and dialed it bright enough so that I could see. I didn’t want to let myself believe it but it was indeed the captain’s book. Had he really noticed that I put it back?

I thumbed through the pages to smell it once more, and something caught my eye. I turned to the first page. There was some writing scrawled in black ink. 

Miss Zimová, I don’t think I fully expressed my opinion of this book. I, too, believe Valerie would have been better off with Avery. However I was not surprised when she chose Barnaby. Such things happen all the time. - Sturmhond P.S. Next time I give you a gift, I expect you to accept it.

I stared at it in disbelief. I must have read the damn thing seventy times. It crossed my mind — more than once — that I might have already been dreaming. But when I woke in the morning, the book was still in my hands and there were two words on my mind: Next time.

[hanasnx]

considering his crash and burn re-intro to the love of his life in aotc i’d say it’s regular old gffa anakin rather than “nerdy!” ppl just prefer to write him smooth bcos that’s easier or more appealing. rots era might be more hardened and he’s not charismatic but he’s more secure in awkward situations. i wrote u something even if it’s a little too similar to the anidala situation, i wanted an excuse to write a certain joke i cooked up:

“… and this is General Anakin Skywalker.” The voice of his former Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had been drowned out by his own thoughts, swimming in them at the sight of you. The silence jars him, and he blinks the glaze from his eyes, finally breaking his streak of staring directly at you to glance at his expectant Master and then to you again who appeared just as expectant and a little concerned. Obi-Wan, out of brief embarrassment, changes the subject so as to not exacerbate the situation further. He tucks his hands under the sleeves of his robe over his chest. “We’ll be looking into the case of your sister’s disappearance. We have reason to believe Separatist forces are at work. Let me take a look around, and Anakin,” At the sound of his name, Anakin meets Obi’s gaze, a gentle hand cradling the back of his shoulder, “why don’t you get acquainted with the Priestess, and see if you can’t deduce any clues?”

Anakin nods, and clears his throat as Obi-Wan takes his leave. Without saying a word, he gestures towards your seating area, signaling you to take one as he takes the other. There’s a part of him that feels small, scrutinized, and unconsciously he bunches up the sides of his robes to tuck into his lap. You tilt your head at how uncharacteristically endearing that is for a General.

He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it. You catch the minute shake of his head as if scolding himself and starting again; a crease in your brow deepens. At this point you’re unsure who should speak first, and an uncomfortable time passes before you begin to say something— only to speak over him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Please,” you cut yourself off, and gesture to him to continue, but the marginal widen in his eyes tells you he’s mortified he’s interrupted you, and resists the urge to enact the exact same courtesy you gave to him. He takes the invitation to speak first.

“Can you describe the qualities of her kidnapper?”

“What?” You’re taken aback by the lack of pleasantries, entirely skipped. No condolences, no introductions. You’re not used to being treated like this.

“The victim’s perpetrator. What did they look like?”

“Um…” Your gaze shifts to your lap as if to sift through your bewilderment and search for the answers there. “Taller than my sister, so about six feet. Human, a glimpse of brown hair.” It’s not entirely clear what he wants to hear, and his enduring eye contact scrutinizes you, nodding along to your words as you find it difficult to speak. “Sex?” you imply the gender or sex of the individual as a means of asking if that’s a fact he needs to know, but you’re immediately embarrassed by the way he looks at you. Perhaps that was a politically incorrect way to describe someone, and your lips part to come to your defense.

His features, albeit handsome, twist into finite puzzlement. “Here?”

Your eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

“Hm? Apologies. Let’s begin again.”

this silly little app needs more nerdy!anakin fics. like i need him to be awkward and shy and just an overall dork.

[yandere-daydreams]

Dehya is, at her core, a guardian.

She'll never say it aloud, and she does her best to cover it up, to make all the time she spends stepping on your heels and watching you from a careful, not-so-generous distance seem like nothing more than the tendencies of a well-hardened mercenary looking after possible investments, despite the fact that you've never even seen enough mora to compensate a single day's worth of her fees. Still, you know it's true, and you can see the way her cheeks darken when you spot one of her hiding places, how quickly she is to tense whenever you come back to the city from one of your little expeditions with anything worse than scrapes or cuts.

She likes to protect people. She's a guardian, by nature. you just wish she was a little more willing to admit it.

Whether or not she means to, she makes it obvious - always keeping you close, always scolding you for wandering off, always telling you to hold her hand or stay by her side or rest your head on her shoulder, depending on just where you've dragged her to, that day. You've lost track of how many nights you've spent in taverns, half-spread out across her lap, rambling about the century-old artifact you found in an abandoned cave underneath Gandha Hill, or all the many hours you've forced her to endure as you rummage through market stalls and haggle with vendors more willing to compromise when you have someone with a very large greatsword lingering behind you like a second shadow. You don't mind, of course. She's a good friend, and if she wants to spend time with you, you don't really care which excuses she uses to justify the time you spend together.

She's very protective of you, too, in that sweet, overbearing-but-well-intentioned kind of way. You're not as strong as she is, or as durable, and you rarely leave the city and come back without a few bruises, maybe a sprained wrist or twisted ankle. She's not a healer, but she's made you visit plenty, thrown you over her shoulder and made one of her poor, long-suffering comrades patch up what would've taken care of itself in a few weeks, without intervention. And yet, she's still so reckless when it comes to her own safety, so willing to take on a dozen men single-handedly with no regard for whether or not fully in-tact. It's hard not to worry about her. Not as much as she seems to worry about you, but still.

It's not an issue, and you really do absolutely love Dehya, but it's a little hard not to think of her as a hypocrite, sometimes, not to bite your tongue or frown when she talks about her latest job, the things she does with the Eremites that she'd wring your neck for, if the roles were reversed. She's not as strict with her other friends, either, she never takes the time to look into the people they associate with or slip into their bedrooms at night because she hasn't seen you that day and she wants to make sure you haven't gotten yourself killed. You trust her, and you know she'd never hurt you, but it's hard to trust that glint in her eyes, sometimes, to be absolutely sure she'd never do anything to hurt you when she holds your wrist so tightly, when she constantly seems to have someone tailing you.

She's a guardian by nature, but sometimes, you just have to wonder what she's trying so hard to guard you against.

[samiiy20]

♡ 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙 ♡

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐿𝑒𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑥 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑒: 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 𝟷.3𝑘 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑏𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑛.

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"accept your defeat" you demanded from Felix fighting to have control of the game "it's my turn".

"but I want to continue playing"

Finally with control in your hands you started a new game letting your boyfriend do a little drama for losing.

"You set the rules, don't blame me" he rolled over in bed hugging your bare legs and you gave him a slight blow to his hands when he wanted to caress your skin "don't even try"

The game had started and you wanted to focus on winning, you didn't feel like making dinner that night and with your boyfriend gone you had a chance.

Your eyes were focused on the screen and you hadn't even seen your boyfriend get behind you until his arms went around you and he settled his head on your shoulder. Before you could claim him for being distracted he interrupted you.

" I'm not doing anything, just keep playing. " You sighed trying to ignore the warmth of his chest against your back and his breath tickling his neck. I was doing it on purpose and you knew it but that didn't take away from the goal you had in mind.

It was a bit silly to decide from a game, they could only order food at home but they liked to spend time together in bed talking about anything or just hugging each other, the game was just an excuse to hang out.

You were on the last lap of the race when the boy's hands became present under the sweatshirt you had stolen from his drawer. His fingers traced lines on your abdomen causing your skin to crawl but you bit your lip without taking your concentration off the screen.

"Felix… "

"Yes?" His innocent voice made you crash and lose one of the two lives you had left. You sighed, suppressing the thoughts that invaded you when you heard the same tone he used when he was under you asking you not to stop.

His hands didn't help when they finally moved up to your breasts, massaging them over the top of your bra. Your mind was divided into winning the game but at the same time being able to feel his tongue circling your neck.

You were more than halfway through the game, it was your last round and you knew you would win but the idea of losing didn't seem so bad anymore. No, that was what he wanted, for you to lose and he was getting it.

You tried to close your legs hiding the moisture that was beginning to stain your panties but Felix's legs hugged your extremities leaving you as you were.

You tried to convince yourself that everything was fine when you finally saw the finish line, but one of his hands went to the dark stain that adorned your underwear and you heard him laugh. You had to endure, just a little more. A little more was what you needed to lose when his fingers moved touching your clit causing you to close your eyes.

To hell with dinner and the game, now you just wanted to enjoy the caresses that Felix offered you.

"You lost," he mocked when you leaned your head on one of his shoulders, but he didn't stop moving his hand in circles over the thin fabric that began to bother you.

"shut up and Kiss me" You took it and brought his lips closer to yours, losing yourself in their softness.

His mouth moved slowly trying to make you lose all patience but when you slipped out of the grip of his legs and turned to remove his shirt you noticed a faint reddish color on his cheeks, but it didn't stop you when you sat on his lap.

You began a series of kisses on his neck, letting you hear slight moans that came out of his mouth as you felt his member get hard under you. You couldn't help but move your hips trying to ease the pain that was accumulating in your legs but first you wanted to take care of Felix.

Your kisses went down his abdomen to the edge of the pants that you quickly slid freeing its dripping length, you looked at him without waiting for an answer and tried to suppress a sigh when you noticed how his teeth caught her lips and his chest rose and went down unevenly.

"What happened to the courage, baby?" You said, making fun of having provoked you.

Felix was the most versatile person you could meet, at first his angel face could fool anyone and he would seduce you with his sweet voice, but he could also be possessive and demanding when he wanted, but you knew that he preferred that you will take the initiative.

It was a bad idea to think that he would remain silent and the color in his skin would only stand out more, but instead I take your hair smiling bringing your face closer to the end of it.

"here it is" You were turned on by the boy's mood swings so you just opened your mouth running your tongue through the precum that had accumulated cleaning his skin. You took support on his thighs and let his hands guide your movements while your mouth took over his member.

Felix wasn't embarrassed that you knew he was enjoying it, so he let out all sorts of curses and long sighs as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, but you couldn't ignore your pussy's begging for service either.

A few more movements and Felix was already taking your head so that you hit bottom in him, your muffled moans in your throat caused him to release his arousal and allow you to swallow his hot liquid trying not to spill anything.

"mm… you look so pretty like that" he took your face to allow himself to see you catch your breath and since there was still a little trace of him on your lips "who can imagine that you're such a bitch?"

"and you so annoying" you separated only to finish undressing in front of him and get on his legs again rubbing his member on your clitoris, his mouth stuck to your breasts licking and biting your nipples making you arch your back.

Felix stopped for a moment moaning louder than before because of the stimulation below and you were already starting to get desperate, but you wanted to hear how he asked for you.

"Stop moving like that," he moaned, grabbing your hips but you could still make small movements that made his grip stronger.

"Ask me what you really want"

"Fuck me"

You smiled, getting up a little to slowly go down on his member and share a pleasant sigh, the noises of your hips colliding were not long in being heard, you had pushed him to lie down while you rode him moving so that his length touched you where you wanted.

"Does it feel good, baby?" He nodded caressing your thighs while his eyes connected and the movements increased.

Your legs were starting to burn but in your belly there was a pain that you needed to release and you didn't stop when you felt your insides tighten around your boyfriend. His hands had taken your breasts and kneaded them holding your nipples between his fingers making you moan his name.

"Shit, I'm going to cum" he said, squeezing your breasts more than necessary. You smiled seeing how ruined he looked below you with his messy hair and his lips swollen from his teeth.

"do it, let me feel you inside baby"

You were also on the edge but you held on just a bit to wait for him, you ground his member under you causing your whole body to tremble and you noticed how a white liquid spilled down your legs as it mixed with your juices.

The last moves only caused both of them to swear and you ended up spilling on his chest as they took a break. His heart was pounding and his eyes remained closed while he held your waist and caressed your back, but suddenly you heard how his stomach made a sound demanding food.

"You ruined the moment" they both laughed and you got up to the bathroom to clean yourself.

"Then who will make dinner?" he asked when he finished cleaning himself and went back to bed. You took your phone and searched for something while you sat next to it to look at it.

"Do you think you can last another round while the food arrives?" He laughed grabbing your waist and pressing his chest to your back as he indicated what to order as they prepared to continue.

[yan-lorkai]

Take me home

A/N: The initial idea of ​​this oneshot was an angst and it somehow became this. Heavily inspired by the fanfic written by @beels-burger-babe so go read it as soon as possible!

Warnings: Implied bullying, implied altered memories, implied depressed reader, soft yandere!Solomon, chapter 16/17 spoilers. Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked!

"You know, even after all this time I've been waiting for the sun to come up," You turned to see Solomon sitting next to you, not caring if the clothes he wore would be soiled with dirt. You focused on the huge garden of the House of Lamentations, seeing how the white lilies were the flowers that stood out the most in the faint light of the moon. Subtle and beautiful, but sad and lonely, almost as monochromatic as you. "But I forget that in Devildom there is no sun, no source of light or anything else alive. It makes sense for this place to be like this, it's treacherous and false."

You wiped the tears from your eyes with anger and force, it was exhausting how you had to prove over and over again that you were worthy of some respect and that you weren't just a fragile human made of glass or how you had to swallow your pride and keep your mouth shut when you heard the demons' comments in the halls of the RAD. It was suffocating to pretend that everything was fine after so many threats, indifference and, you admit that part with some difficulty, after living and witnessing your own death at the hands of the Avatar of Sloth.

Your coming back to life was a mere whim on account of the exchange program and you could laugh at how they all didn't care about your death, as if bringing you back to life through time and from a completely different timeline was something that always happen. But now it was worse. It was almost as if now that the brothers knew that Lilith was your ancestor, and you hated that fact fervently, they should treat you more carefully, with more affection and respect.

To hell with that.

You couldn't say that you totally hated them, as there were so many good times that you all had together, but there were so many words stuck inside your throat that needed to be said before you could allow yourself to forgive them. The fear and despair you felt when Leviathan tried to kill you when you won the quiz, the way Beel broke a wall over a custard and stuff like that made you bubble with rage, but also made you tremble with fear. In these situations you were alive by sheer luck, until your luck ran out and his hands latched onto your throat. You didn't want to imagine what Diavolo and the brothers would have said to your family, to your parents if you were just an ordinary human, someone they didn't care about.

Would they at least take your body back to be buried?

They had already made excuses for all these actions, forgotten all the trauma and stress that befell you after going through each situation. None of them apologized to you, none of them bothered to keep an eye on you or asked if you were okay, physically and mentally. You no longer had the strength to do the same, even getting out of bed had become a chore and not something natural.

What were you to them? Were you just... A replacement to take the place Lilith left?

"MC, my dearest, they don't deserve your tears. You've been so strong and endured so much. I know you like them, but sometimes the people we care about are the ones that hurt us the most." A cool hand touched your skin carefully, making you jump. Solomon wiped away your tears tenderly as he always did when you sought refuge in Purgatory Hall after having a problem with the brothers - which was more often than he would have liked, his smile tightening in pain to see you like that and he pulled you into his lap, holding you tight and massaging your back. “MC, no matter how great your pain, never forget that I will always be close to comfort your heart. Humans stick together after all."

It was weird. Mere words seemed to warm your heart, perhaps because, besides Luke and Simeon, Solomon was the one who treated you with unparalleled kindness, always making you laugh with his old stories and brightening your darkest and coldest days in Devildom. He was warm like a light at the end of the tunnel and his arms made you feel the same security you felt when you lay in your parents' bed and slept with them, strong and confident, warm and loving, and you always felt your heart beating fast when you were around him. Even now when a broken laugh escaped your lips as you looked deep into his blue eyes, your heart was pounding.

It was painful how your heart was torn apart by the brothers' action and yet, surviving to receive Solomon's affection. He was after all a valued friend and only time would tell if the two of you were anything more.

"It hurts... I wanted..." You whispered between sobs. "Can you... Take me home with your magic? Can you take me back to the human world? I can't stay here anymore without feeling sick, I can't stay right here without feeling like I'm going to burst into tears every five minutes under pressure. Please Solomon. Do it for me."

He licked his lips. Of course he would, he couldn't deny your request in any way. Even if there were consequences for running away halfway through the exchange program, he still didn't care. His hand came to rest on your head and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Your eyes were slowly closing as you clutched the black cape around his shoulders, your tears dried from the corners of your eyes, the bitter smile fading and finally you were sleeping on his lap, lit only by the dim light coming from the moon. Your ethereal beauty held him still and he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear before rising with you in his arms.

He looked at your vulnerable body and your sad, helpless expression in his arms and for the first time in all those months, he disagreed with the exchange program and everything it stood for. Maybe it would be better if humans didn't live with demons, the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos had proved the ineffectiveness of that program when they let you be tossed around, when they let the rumors about you spread, when they let those demons that pushed you down the stairs get away with it. As protector of the humans he was supposed to take care of you, intervene when the pressure got too much, but even he failed, the brothers didn't trust him after all and always stopped you from being around him.

And then when Solomon made Devildom just a bad dream for you, after your ancestry was removed from your head so it wouldn't cause you more pain and you focused only on him, Solomon would come back here to teach them that there are limits to certain things and being the source of your unhappiness was something the brothers would learn to bitterly regret.

And you didn't need any of them anyway, he decided as he worked to break Devildom's magical barriers, as the earth at his feet shook and the screams in the House of Lamentation echoed. For a moment the sky was filled with light and magic so clear it might have been heavenly, if not for the sorcerer was shaking with negative feelings, he would take you home, take care of you, and he would keep that happy smile on your face at all costs.

Your days of suffering are over, MC. Solomon promises to take care of you very well.

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All The Kings' Men

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged !

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

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CHAPTER 12

The gardens were even more beautiful at night.  Trees seemed taller, bushes brighter in the moonlight, and flowers cast long shadows on the pathway that you dawdled down on the arm of the king.  You had not been this close to him since the night he invited you to his study, and even then, you were unconscious for most of it.  Now you were fully aware of all that was happening.

“What were you saying about the captain?”  Loki’s smooth voice pulled you out of your reverie.  “You made it sound like he used to be decent.”

“Oh, he was.  They all were… Well, they were as decent as they could be.”  Loki led you down a sharp right turn that opened into a circular clearing.  Trees and flowers formed the perimeter, and a low white bench claimed the centre of it.  “James and Steve were war heroes, you know?  Before the serum, the fall, and the arm, they were just two little boys from Brooklyn.  They wanted to make the world a better place, and in some ways, they did that.”

“Here.”  Loki directed you to sit on the bench.  “Go on.”

“Sharon and Steve were together before the earth changed,” you continued.  “He was good to her once.  Fairs were just one of the things they used to do together.  Everyone else talks about it too.  Steve Rogers was a good man.”

“And Barnes?”  That gave you pause.

You ran your finger over the clean surface of the bench, shivering a bit at the cold.  A warmth began at your left shoulder, gliding over your back until it reached your right shoulder and brushed your lap. 

“Thank you,” you told the king, securing the blanket around you.  “I could never figure out James, to be honest.  His story was a bit different than Steve’s.  Steve was kept on ice, and he woke up to a new time where he was completely accepted and loved.  James, on the other hand, was tortured.  Hydra took him, forced him to be their little soldier.  And when he came out, no one trusted him.  Steve was the only one in his corner and…” You stopped when you saw the way Loki was looking at you. 

“I’m not making excuses for him,” you explained.  “What he did was wrong, and I hate him and I hope he dies in the most horrible way.  I’m just saying…” you sighed long and hard.  “Look.  Violence begets violence.  It’s a cliché, but it’s true.  You have to choose to be different, choose to take a different path than what you know.  And I guess, in some cases, if hurt and pain is all you know, then it’s understood why you would end up inflicting it.  But that wasn’t the case for them.  James was reformed.  Steve was loved and accepted.  They were seen as heroes, and they were doing good for the world until they got a taste of power and—-”

“It corrupted them,” Loki finished for you.

Tears blurred your vision as you looked up at him.  He reached out, presumably to wipe them away, then seemed to think better of it at the last second.  “Exactly.”  You brushed the tears away yourself.  “Steve was always a small guy.  Bullied and beaten and always put down.  James was controlled by Hydra, and that in itself stays with you.  They would never admit it, but they both craved revenge.  Retribution for what was done to them, from what was taken from them.  It’s no surprise that these men who never had power before became so obsessed with it.  I just…” you shook your head.

“What?”  Loki questioned.  “You can tell me.  Or, you don’t have to.  We can just sit here until you decide what you’d like to do.”

“No, it’s fine.”  You curled a piece of hair behind your ear.  “James and Steve knew what it was like to have nothing.  They knew what it was like to be tossed around and used and then finally, they got the chance to make a difference, and what did they do?  Exactly what every corrupt person before them has done before.  They had a chance to protect us; instead, they became the abusers themselves.  ‘Continued the cycle,’ as Bruce would say.” 

“And what about me?”  The question floored you at first.  Loki’s voice was the quietest it had ever been, filled with an uncertainty you’d never heard before.  Even his expression was unlike any you had seen on him— open, honest, and with a slight nervous intensity. 

You swallowed hard.  “What do you mean?”  He really was handsome, even more so now that he had let down his guard.

“The way you speak about James and Steven, while completely understandable… I cannot help but wonder if you see me in the same light.”  Oh.

“Oh,” you said, out loud this time.  “Well, that’s different.  I do think that you did what you thought was right, and you wanted the ends to justify the means.  I hope you see now that you made a mistake.”

“I have,” Loki interjected.  “I have, and I cannot apologise enough.  Believe me when I say that all I want to do now is fix that mistake I made.  My brother and I are working tirelessly to make amends—”

“It’s not fast enough,” you told him.  “I got out, and so did Darcy, and maybe Sharon got a reprieve from Steve, but there are many more women and men like us who are still living in that terror.  I understand you’re trying not to arouse suspicion, but in doing so, you’re just prolonging what’s happening on earth.  You and your brother need to do something substantial and do it quickly.  There’s no time left.”

Loki’s mouth thinned, and for a second, you wondered if you had gone too far.  You braced yourself for his explosion, for the ruthless king you had heard of to appear.  His hand tightened into a fist on his lap.  You tensed.  “You’re right.”

“Huh?” 

Loki let out a breath.  “You’re absolutely right.  We’re not moving quickly enough.”  He waved a hand in the air, and four sheets of parchment appeared along with a pen.  As he began writing on one of them, you noticed that words started appearing on the others.

“What’s this?  What are you doing?”

“Making amends,” he replied.  “Have you been introduced to Lady Sif and the Warriors Three?”  You shook your head.  “They’re close friends of mine and Thor’s.  Very efficient, though a bit annoying at times, and we both trust them.”  He pocketed the pen and snapped his fingers.  The parchment burst into flames.

“Oh my God!”

“Do not be panicked.”  You watched the flames eat up the papers until they were gone.  “I’ve just sent four separate messages to them.  Starting tomorrow, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three will be sent to earth to take over from the commanders.  They will be in charge, meaning everything now goes through them and essentially, myself.”

You gaped.  “Loki…” He held up a hand.

“I’m not finished.  In addition, I will send a group of healers whose purpose is to go to the houses of all the commanders and do a full physical examination of all members of the household.  Their findings and reports will be sent to me, and we will go from there.”

You were silent for a long time after he spoke.  Tears filled your eyes, and all you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your chest. 

“I don’t know what to say.”  His hand was palm down on the bench next to you.You reached out, hesitantly at first, then took the plunge and let your fingers just brush the tip of his.  His eyes darted down in wonder.  “Thank you, Loki.  Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”  You made no move to pull back your hand, and neither did he.  “There’s also something else I must tell you.”  You raised a brow.  “We received a request from Nicholas Fury today.  He claimed that you were suffering from a psychotic illness and needed medication to control it from Dr. Banner.  Fury stated that without these medications, you are prone to lashing out in ways that may harm yourself and others.  He asked that we allow Barnes to collect you and bring you home for your safety.”

“Do you believe that?” Your breath caught in your throat, waiting for his reply.  “That I’m crazy?”

“Of course not!”  His fingers moved to rest on top of yours.  “They’re just trying to make you sound unwell so we’ll discount everything you say.  I told him we became aware of your condition and are keeping you sedated in the medical bay.  In the meantime, we have sent Barnes on a trip around the realms and assigned Fury to meet and show around the Lady Sif and the Warriors Three.”  Loki leaned in close.  “They’ll keep him busy.  I specifically told them to pretend he’s their personal assistant.  They know what I mean.”

“Thank you,” you repeated.  “I know I keep saying that but thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me—”

“I got you something.”  In all honesty, you were planning on leaving it on his desk with a note.  Maybe just handing a servant to give it to him when he wasn’t too busy.  Those all seemed like silly ideas now.  Since you could not seem to find the words, the bracelet was the perfect alternative.  “Here.”  You pulled the little box out of your pocket and handed it to him.  “It’s nothing, really.  Just a silly little trinket I saw.  You probably won’t even like it.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”  He took the box from you and flipped the lid.  You couldn’t read his face as he stared down at the item.  A passive expression slid onto his visage as he surveyed the bracelet, using his thumb to trace the delicate lines carved into the gold.  “And who told you about my penchant for snakes?”  You blinked.

“No one.  Honestly.  I just saw it and thought you’d like it.”  He smiled then, and you thought then that you had never seen a more lovely smile.  “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Lady Dee,” he began, “I do believe this is the nicest gift I have ever received.  Thank you.”  The bracelet shimmered out of the box and re-appeared on his wrist.  “A perfect fit.  And now,” he pointed to the bushes ahead of you, which now appeared to be lit up, “the show begins.”

Loki fell silent after that.  Nature itself seemed to quiet down as well.  You weren’t sure, but you swore the night became darker.  It was like you were at a show; the lights were turned down, and the bushes ahead were centre stage.  They definitely were brighter than before, and you realised it was not the bush itself but the flowers.  The little white and purple flowers that Loki had introduced you to not a day ago now seemed to come alive, blooming, unfurling, and glowing like little lights were implanted in them.

“They’re so—”

“Just wait,” Loki told you, lips curled up as he took in the show.  “There’s more.”

As he finished his sentence, the flowers began to move.  Not the petals but the flowers themselves.  They vibrated at an increasing frequency until they lifted off the bushes and rose into the air.  Once there, they bloomed fully, twirling like ballerinas and shooting off little rays of light that fell to the ground in a shower of glitter.  You reached up to touch one and it moved further away.  “Did that flower just run from me?”

“Yes, I’m afraid they have a mind of their own.  Much easier to pick one during the day.” 

“How are they doing that?” you wanted to know.

Loki turned to you with a grin.  “Magic.” 

“Oh, let me guess,” you played along.  “You’re a magician, so you can’t reveal your secret.”

“Something like that.  More selfish on my part.”  At your curious look, he admitted, “If I tell you now, it kills the mystery.  Can’t show my entire hand tonight.”

“Why not?”

“Because then we’ll have nothing to talk about on the other nights.”

You paused.  “The other nights?”

“Yes.”

“You… want there to be other nights like this?”  You gestured to the gardens.  “Out here?”

“Yes,” he confirmed.  “Or in my study when you can’t sleep.  I enjoy your accompany, and though I am often busy during the day, I would love to continue our conversations at night.  Only if you’re okay with that, of course.”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip to hide a smile.  “Yeah, I’d like that.”

ooOOoo

It was late when the two of you decided to leave the gardens.  Loki offered you his arm and you took it, letting a congenial silence settle over you both.  One of your hands was tucked in the crook of his elbow, the other at your side, twirling the flower he snatched from the air to give to you.  Even now, in the palace hall’s gentle light, you could see a faint glimmer cascading off the petals.

“Thank you for the flower,” you told him.  “Again.”

“You’re very welcome.  Sneaky little bastards, those things.”  He turned you down the hall, adjusting the bracelet on his wrist as he did so.  “Am I taking you to your room or my study?  I don’t wish to be presumptuous.”

“My room.”  Your answer came out with some bitterness.  “I supposed I should get used to sleeping on my own.  At least until James gets back.”

That stopped Loki in his tracks.  “What do you mean by that?”

“Well… It’s not like I can stay here forever.  James is gonna come back someday, and even if you take away his power, he’s still dangerous.  You’d have to keep him locked up for the rest of his life or kill him.”  You laughed then, because it was such a crazy thought.  “And it’s not like you’re going to kill him.” Loki did not answer.  “Right?” Silence.  “Loki?”

“Miss Dee!”  It was Kari, scurrying down the hall in a flurry of lavender skirts.  “Oh!  Your majesty!”  She gave a perfect curtsy and then rose to full height.

“Kari.  What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, your majesty.  I was looking for Miss Dee.  Might I borrow her for a second?”

You let go of Loki’s bicep and pulled Kari to the side.  “What’s up?”

“It’s Sven,” she told you.  “He’s been moody all afternoon.  I went to check on him to see if he’d eaten, and he shut the door in my face!  Can you believe that?”  You couldn’t.  The behaviour was so unlike Sven, it almost made your head spin.  “Anyways, I was wondering if he mentioned anything to you about Erik.  Sven’s crush on him is the worst kept secret on Asgard.”

“The last he told me, they were fine.  He said he wrote to him while you were both at your mother’s.”  Kari’s dainty brow creased.

“Sven never sent a letter.  In fact, Erik told me Sven never replied to the one he sent.  He’s very upset, mind you—”

“Kari—”  She didn’t hear you.

“They’re both being idiots if you ask me.  I’ve never seen two people who want to be together stand in their own way so.  I can’t understand—”

“If I might interject,” Loki butt in.  Both you and Kari looked at him.  “Apologies.  You’re standing barely a foot away from me.  I was bound to hear.”

“It’s okay,” you told him. 

“Affairs of the heart can be scary,” the king explained, “Especially for two boys so young.  Though Asgard is much more tolerant of relationships like theirs, largely due to my own interest, there are some that still look down on it.  You must understand that.”

“I do understand that,” Kari replied, looking thoroughly offended that the king would suggest otherwise.  “Sven is my little brother.  No one here knows him better than me, which is how I know he needs a push in the right direction, but he’s too stubborn to realise it.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t get involved,” you suggested.  “I tried to bring up Erik with Sven today, and he shut me down.  Maybe if we leave them to their devices, they’ll figure it out.”

“Or, they’ll wander about miserable for the next hundred years, and I’ll have to watch Sven sigh in desperation every time Erik passes by.  I won’t do it!”

“Okay, calm down,” Loki placed a placating hand on Kari’s shoulder.  “I’m glad I happened to be here when you came looking for Lady Dee.  I do believe I can help.”

ooOOoo

Two nights later found Loki and you sequestered in his study, ready to carry out the plan you had concocted.  He finished writing the letter, signing Erik’s name with a flourish.  “Here,” he held up the parchment containing a perfect duplication of the boy’s handwriting.  “How’s that?”

You placed it next to the parchment that was a copy of Sven’s handwriting and read them over.  “Perfect!  And you’re sure neither of them will get in trouble?  And no one will see them?”

“I’ve sent the guards home for the night.  No one will be wandering the halls.”

“Hmm.”  Your eyes slid over the perfectly written words once more, in which there was a request for either boy to come to the gardens for a late-night rendezvous.  “Should I even ask how you can forge people’s handwriting?  Or is there another secret?”  Loki gave you a wicked grin.

“Can’t reveal all my tricks.  Once the mystery is gone, you may lose interest in me.”  You had no rebuttal to that.  Instead, you just watched him set the letters ablaze.  “And now we wait.”  He led you over to the chaise you had slept on twice now, motioning for you to take a seat.  A window above the chaise provided a perfect view of the gardens.  Sven and Erik would appear there soon if your plan worked, and you two would have a perfect seat for the show.  “Tea?”

“Sure.” 

He reached for the teapot sitting on the food tray a servant brought in earlier.  There was also an assortment of baked treats and candies in little ceramic plates you had yet to touch.

“Loki, can I ask you something?”  He gave you a pointed look as he handed you your tea .“Sorry.  I meant, I have something to ask you.”

“Ask away.”

“Did your mother teach you how to use magic?”  The king remained silent at first.  His long fingers spanned the circumference of the cup, making it look like a child’s toy.

“Yes,” he finally answered as you took your first sip of tea.  The liquid warmed you in the most comforting way.  “You’re aware I’m adopted?”  You gave a nod.

“Yeah, Darcy let it slip.  Please don’t be angry.”

Loki held up a hand.  “Not to worry, Lady Dee.  Everyone in Asgard knows I’m adopted.  The point I’m trying to make is because of that, my father had already decided that Thor was going to be king.  Therefore, he spent his days training my brother from a young age on how to be king.  That included taking a personal interest in his physical training.  Which left me on my own.”

“Did that upset you?”  The image of a younger, melancholy Loki popped into your head. 

“For a bit,” he admitted.  “My mother saw how unhappy I was and decided she would teach me herself.  She was good with a dagger but even better with seidr.  Every day after my training with Thor and the warriors, they would go off to frolic, and I would come here to practice magic with her.”

“Here?”

“Yes.  This was her study before it was mine.”  He ran a slender hand over the couch seat.  “She chose this herself, so you have her to thank for your comfortable sleep.”

“It would be nice if I could.”  You placed your teacup back on the tray and then brought your legs up on the chaise, wrapping your arms around them and putting your chin on your knees.  “Everyone here talks about her in the best way.  She sounds like she was very loved.”

Loki gave you a fond smile.  “Everyone loved my mother.  My father, not so much, but he was a feared king.  Respected, envied—”

“You think it’s better to be respected than loved?”  Loki’s brow furrowed over the rim of his cup.

“I think we cannot always have the best of both worlds.  The goal is to be respected and loved, is it not?”  He leaned back in the chair, letting his long legs splay out in front of him.  “My mother was both, but then again, she was an exceptional person.  Meeting her was loving her, and loving her was respecting her.”  He took a sip of his tea, looking rather pleased with the taste.  “What about you?”

You lifted a brow.  “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he handed you a small plate filled with fried spheres of dough covered in custard, “which do you think is better?”

“Well, I’ve never been respected that much.  I think I was loved.  Not by James, of course,” you shuddered at the thought, “but by Bruce, Sharon, Betty, Natasha—”

“Natasha Romanoff,” Loki interjected.  “Was she your secret lover?”  You choked on the bite of fried dough in your mouth.  A violent cough erupted from you as your lungs tried to expel the intruder.

“Oh, dear.”  Loki set his cup down.  “Please don’t die.  There are a lot of people that will be very cross with me if you die on my watch.”  He began patting and rubbing your back to help get the dough out of your windpipe.

“What do you mean, ‘lover’?” you demanded once you could breathe again.

 Loki handed you a glass of water.  “Sip on that.  Slowly.”  Once he was satisfied you were following his instructions, he explained, “It was not an accusation, Lady Dee.  This is not the first time you’ve mentioned Miss Romanoff, and every time you do, you say her name with the shyness of a young adult discovering feelings for the first time.”  You blushed.  “I’m not trying to embarrass you, Lady Dee.”

“You didn’t,” you assured him.  “It’s just a weird question.  Natasha and I are friends.  She takes care of me.  She protects me from James and always sneaks me stuff, makes sure I’m getting by.”

“Didn’t Darcy do the same?” Loki inquired.  “Sharon and Bruce as well.”

“Yes,” you answered cautiously, “but it’s not the same.”

“Because you have feelings for Miss Romanoff,” Loki concluded.  “Are they reciprocated?”

“I…” You struggled to find the words.  “It’s not like that.  There wasn’t anything going on between me and Nat.”  You shoved another dough ball into your mouth to give you time to come up with an answer.  “Besides,” you spoke around the dough, “I never chose to have feelings for her, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  That seemed to take the king aback.

“Lady Dee, we don’t choose to love people.  That’s not how it works.” 

“We make choices in how we treat other people,” you told him.  “James chose to hurt me, and Bruce chose not to hurt Betty.  He chose to love her.”

“No, he fell in love with her,” Loki corrected.  “Dr. Banner fell in love with Miss Ross, and that is why he is kind to her.  Barnes does not love you or anyone else, which is why it is so easy for him to be cruel.”

“Then explain Steve,” you retorted.  “He and Sharon were in love, and he used to treat her right until he chose to be different—”  Loki shook his head.

“No, no that’s not it.  You do not purposely hurt the people you love.  Rogers was probably a very good pretender or suffers from delusions, because he does not love that woman.  When you feel for someone, when you get that tickle in your stomach and that ache in your chest, there is no way you would ever harm them of your own volition.  We cannot choose who we love.”

“Yes, but you love Thor despite the fact that he isn’t your biological brother.  And your mother.”

“That’s a different kind of love.  There are different kinds of love, but romantic love is different.  It’s—” he stopped speaking, line of sight moving from your eyes to above your head.  “They’re here.”  Your eyes widened.

“They are!  Let me see!”  Loki knelt on the chair to peep out the window, and you followed suit.  Sure enough, Sven and Erik were standing there staring at each other.  “Gosh, I can’t hear them.  What are we supposed to do?”

“Here,” Loki held out a little golden cylinder about the size of a soup can.  “It’s enchanted so we can hear.  Put your ear to one side, and I’ll put my ear to the other.”  You did as Loki said.  As soon as your ear touched the metal, you began to hear.

“What?” Sven was saying.  “You didn’t write this letter?  It’s your handwriting!”

Erik thrust the parchment in his hand towards Sven.  “And this is in your handwriting!  Honestly, though, I shouldn’t be surprised it didn’t come from you.  You never did respond to the letter I sent.”  Sven looked abashed.

“Oh.”  His head dipped, boot toeing the ground.  An annoyed sound erupted from beside you.

“He’s going to mess up the lawn,” Loki complained.  You gave him an incredulous look before turning back to the boys.

“I’m sorry,” Sven was saying.  “The letter came and I got scared—”

“Because of what I said?” Erik looked sullen.  “I was telling the truth.  I have feelings for you!  Did that scare you off?”

“Yes!  Yes it did!  It did scare me!”

“Why?” Erik demanded.  “Why did that scare you?  We’ve been skirting around our feelings for so long and—”  You stopped listening, eyes snapping towards the sky.

“Loki.”  You grabbed his sleeve.  “Loki, look at the sky.”  He did.

“Oh.  Looks like it’s about to rain.”  Thunder rumbled overhead.  “Definitely about to rain.”  Your face split in a wide grin.

“Exactly.”

ooOOoo

Loki was not quite sure what happened.  One minute you were smiling like a madman and the next, you were off the couch, running barefoot out of his study and down the hall.  He paused for a second before taking off after you.

“Lady Dee!” he called behind you.  “Whatever is the matter?”

“Come on!”  You did not stop, feet pelting you down the corridor with a speed he did not expect.  When you finally reached the doors that led into the courtyard, you flung them open and peered outside.  “It’s raining!”

“Yes, it is,” Loki confirmed, having finally caught up to you.  “Were you concerned about the boy— LADY DEE!”  Before his eyes, Loki watched you throw yourself out into the rain.  “What are you doing?”

“It’s the rain,” you called over the sound of fat droplets against the cobblestoned floor.  “I haven’t felt the rain in so long!”  The water-soaked you from head to toe, slicking your hair against your head and your clothes to your body.  Loki averted his eyes from your form, now a far cry from the emaciated woman that arrived that life-changing night.

“You should come inside before you catch a cold, Lady Dee!”

“I’m Asgardian, remember!  I won’t get a cold!”  You did a twirl, wet hair flying around your head.  “Come join me!”

Loki watched you like you were mad.  “No!”

“Why?”

“B-because it’ll ruin my clothes!”  Loki saw your chest heave in an exasperated sigh.

“Please,” you tried, marching towards him.  “It’s just a little rain, and I’m sure you can get more clothes made—Ah !”  You slipped.  Your foot slid into a puddle and went up in the air, threatening to drop you hard on your back.  Loki appeared next to you just in time.  He caught you with two strong arms, preventing you from falling and inevitably cracking open your skull.  “T-thank you.”  Your eyes were blown wide, face closer to his than it had ever been.

“You’re welcome.”  He felt the rain soak him through to the bone.  “Come now, out of the rain.  Lest you slip again.”

“I’m fine,” you told him, manoeuvring yourself out of his hold.  “Really, I am.”  You spread your arms wide and gave a spin.  “See.  No injures.”  Another spin.  “None.”  Another spin, then another, and another until you were a blur in the rainfall and laughing like a maniac.  Loki just watched you.  He watched how your head tilted back, and your eyes closed in glee. 

You didn’t care that your clothes were soaked.  You didn’t care that the rain had ruined your makeup or hair and that Kari was probably going to kick a fuss later on.  It was the happiest he had seen you since your arrival here, and he found your jovial mood affecting him as well.  This in itself was a feat seeing as though Loki generally abhorred childish behaviour.

“Loki!” you called, now a few feet away but standing still.  “Did Thor do this?  The rain?”  He shrugged.

“I can’t be sure.  Weather patterns aren’t always his doing.”

“Hmm.” You wiped some of the rainwater off your face.  “If it was him, I’ll have to say thank you.  The rain is beautiful, don’t you think?”  Without waiting for an answer, you went back to spinning.  Round and round you went like a top, doing everything but taking flight, and Loki just stared.  He stared like a man enraptured, a small smile adorning his lips.

“Yes,” he responded to no one in particular.  “Yes, it is.”

Chapter 13

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