#* ⁰ ² / ' reply‚ i won't smile but i'll show you my teeth.

[evl-qn]

" you're in a mood today. " coy smile settles in the corners of her lips, regina's eyes settling on @slashaer from the passenger side of the truck- her back's against the door, one leg drawn up, seatbelt ignored. " you're not still sulking about this morning, are you? " teasing lilt drawing out on her tongue, humour bright in her knowing gaze, regina rolled her eyes and moved her other leg to reach over the centre console, foot arching to push the ball of her foot in to joel's thigh, uncaring if the dirt on the sole of her shoe marks his well-worn jeans. he's being ridiculous, and regina is as amused as she is annoyed.

[evl-qn]

no less wary of him now than of anyone, ever- regina watches him steadily, eyes akin to that of a cat, unblinking and intense. always prepared in the event of a ruse, or betrayal, or trickery. trust is fickle within the queen, and regina trusts noone. stare becomes pointed, fixed and sharp like daggers as she narrows her eyes toward neal, watching as he approaches cautiously- regina glares. " i suppose i should be grateful to be informed my son is learning how to wield a weapon. " bitterness seeps in to her tongue- it's not his fault, she knows that. but it's rare these days where she's consulted about decisions regarding henry, and she's sorely reminded how little she's involved in his lie now. how depressing.

despite the hurt she masks in her tongue, regina smirked. " i'm not surprised. " that henry is awful at the skill, or that neal is just as poorly trained- she doesn't say. brow pinches and she shifts forward slightly, concern and fury glinting in her pitched eyes, her sharp " he what?! " ignored as neal is quick to reassure her, and regina almost settles. ( she's still tense, still put off by his ease in conversation with her- regina's not had that in . . . a while. ) calculating gaze lingers as the queen listens quietly, and she breaks eye contact with a roll of her shoulders, turning her head to look out at the sea. " you'll find henry is more than capable of being sneaky when he chooses to be. but he's stubborn, and he's determined- he'll figure it out. " wistful smile forms, and regina shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her coat. a side-eyed glance follows. " his hand-eye coordination is not the best, is it. be grateful it was his own head he hit and not yours. an athlete he is not. "

hands retreat into his jacket pockets to fight off the chill of the sea air. he's gotten used to being cold in new york -- spent years moving all over the world after he escaped from neverland -- but something about storybrooke was especially cold. he'll blame it on magic -- on his dad , better yet. nothing good ever came of it. &* blaming rumple for everything really helped that angry little kid in his chest. he dares to take a few steps closer , if only to offer a bit more trust to her. evil queen or not , he's always believed people could be good ------- that evil could be banished. regina was here , choosing her son over her power. it was everything baelfire had ever wanted -- everything neal could possibly want for henry.

❛   he's been begging me to teach him sword fighting , so i'm trying. he kind of sucks at it , but -----  well. he comes by it honestly. i kind of suck at it , too. ❜ a soft chuckle escapes him as he looks away for a beat, out towards the water. ❛   he took a hit to the head ----------- it's a fake sword ! just plastic.   ❜ he was quick to look back at regina , sheepish smile catching him. the last thing he needs is for her to think he injured their kid. ❛   but he didn't get upset --------- didn't fight dirty , either. didn't cry. didn't walk off. he just . . . laughed it off. hell , he asked to keep going.  to learn to block better. ❜ shoulders rise &* fall as his expression softens towards her. ❛   i figured that's not something you're born with ---- that drive. emma &* i both are a little more likely to take the sneaky hero route -- do what it takes no matter the rules you're breaking as long as the end goal is good. henry always makes the good choice -- the true hero choice.   ❜

[creativewritersposts]

bad person - Matt Rempe

summary; Matt Rempe x reader

Matt didn't react perfectly to a fan and thinks he's a bad person. Which he's not.

warning(s); maybe grammar errors, fluff!!, insecurity

author's note; I'm definitely too bored I'm sorry for spamming with so many fics 💀 I'm hyped to share this one with you. It's my favorite so far! 🥹

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"you look beautiful", Matt grins at you, you only can rise your eyebrow. "What did you do?", is your reply. You're doing laundry and definitely not looking beautiful. "Can I tell you a secret?", he plays with his fingers. You look at him, "sure, honey". He's a soft soul so you know it's important for him. "Do you think I'm a good guy?", he's intimidated. "Of course!", you put down the socks and giving him your full attention.

"I don't feel like that", he whispers, head hanging down. "oh baby", you rub his back and put your chin on his shoulder. "You're a golden retriever, why would you think that way?", comforting him.

He quietly huffs, you can see he's pensive. "I ignored a fan", he is sad. "i bet it wasn't on purpose, honey", you kiss his neck. "doesn't mean you're a bad person, Matt", you smile. Your chest feels heavy because it hurts to see how Matt thinks about himself, which is not true.

"She told the whole tumblr fandom I'm rude", he drops his back to the front. "you're on Tumblr?", you re-ask him. "I know you have a hockey blog but I really don't care. I'm disgusted about myself right now",he looks frustrated. He is frustrated. "Matt look at me", you force him lovely to look into your face. "You're the best thing that ever happened in my life and you're definitely not a bad person. You were like a dad for your sister, you love your family, you're very nice to your fans and you're a good hockey player!", you tell him. "If i wouldn't be rude this girl would be happy", he argues with a whiny voice crack. "You're the nicest person ever. One fan yelled at you and you hugged him", remembering him from his past actions.

"Do you want me to talk with her?", you pet his cheek. Every time you look at him you're speechless how someone can look so perfect. "No", Matt shakes his head and stands up. "I'll make dinner", he gives you a fake smile.

"Don't feel bad because you're a living human", you get worried. It's something he learned in his childhood; 'I have to be strong'. It's not like his mom preached him, he's just very protective. It's his instinct.

"I should change myself to be a better person", he speaks out his mind, "why should you change?", you're confused. He's a living teddy bear and you would know if he's a bad person.

"to be a better person", he takes the pan and his smile doesn't reach his eyes, it's a sad smile.

"You're already enough", you hug him tight. He replies your hug and his head falls down in your neck. "I feel overwhelmed, you know", he bites his teeth together, angry about himself. "some players ask fans to show them their boobs, you're definitely not a bad person!", you answer your directly mind. "I need to be a role model", he whines. "Your sister is a very nice person and you're also this lovely like her. She adores you. Kids adore you fighting like a tiger", you giggle about these GIF's of bloody Matt on ice. "why are you giggling?", he asks confused. "Nothing ", you giggle again. "You think about these fight GIF's about me you posted on Tumblr", he gets ironic.

"Noo", your voice is playful. "Your caption was 'delicious'", a smirk escapes his mouth. "We won't talk about this one right now", you wink. "You can tell me when I'm the hottest player!", he pretends to be a diva. "I'll not, that's weird".

"babe after reading your things on your blog nothing is weird anymore", he kisses your forehead.

[astraystayyh]

nights with hyunjin <3

little fluffy hyunjin fic inspired by the fact he sends good night msgs on bubble at the latest hours. lowercase intended.

2 am

"where do you see yourself in twenty years?" you whisper, buried under the thick white covers with Hyunjin. You can't see his face, but your nose brushes against his and his warm hand is on your back, keeping you close.

"where will you be in twenty years?" he replies instantly and you feel your cheeks heat up at his words.

"hyune, just answer the question," you whine after a few silent beats and he giggles slightly, "i am. doesn't matter where I'll be, as long as you're there."

you draw in a deep breath, suddenly feeling as if his words were keeping you at his mercy, completely unarmed. "you mean it?" you ask, grabbing onto his arm tightly.

"i do," he reassures, bopping his nose softly against yours, "you are my present and future, angel."

3 am

"what are you drawing?" you ask as you enter hyunjin's art studio, two cups of chamomile tea in your hands. you place them down and stand behind hyunjin, who leans his back onto your chest, melting into your touch. you wrap your arms around his shoulders in response, softly kissing the top of his hair. he smells like your shampoo.

"a house," he replies. his left hand wraps around your thigh, grazing up and down the exposed skin. "our house, i hope," he adds quietly and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"ours?"

"mm. wanna buy you a house. with a little garden and a view of the beach."

"i'll plant lots and lots of flowers for us there." you smile, admiring the pastel colors blending seamlessly in his painting.

"just make sure they won't die," he teases and you fake a gasp, "are you underestimating my gardening capabilities?"

hyunjin blindly grabs your arm, spinning you around so you'd sit on his lap.

"nonsense, you are my little florist," he grins cheekily and you touch his cheeks softly.

"these are cute," you tell him, referencing to his now apparent dimples. little pools for you to drown in.

"you are cuter."

"I'm still not over your flowers comment."

"I will kiss you for every flower you plant."

"that's a lot of kisses."

"i know," he smiles at you, his eyes turning into moon crescents. yours.

5 am

"can't believe she still likes him," hyunjin huffs loudly and you laugh, your hand softly threading through his hair.

"it's just a show baby."

"i know but listen," he stands up from between your legs, eyes wide looking into yours, "he just told her he doesn't find her beautiful. who says that to their lover?"

"he's stupid, she's clearly out of his league and he's threatened by that."

"right!" he claps in agreement, "she deserves better."

"she does," you giggle as he lays down again, face now buried in your chest.

"you do know i find you the most beautiful person in the world?" he whispers and your eyes soften at him.

"you tell me."

"but do you know it?"

"i do."

"good, because if you didn't then I'm a horrible boyfriend too," he shudders and you giggle at the horrified look on his face.

"you aren't, my love."

later on that night, while you are brushing your teeth, hyunjin pops his head into the bathroom. "baby," he calls out and you hum in reply.

"you are beautiful," he says and you raise an eyebrow in question at him, mouth full of toothpaste.

"just making sure you don't forget it."

4 am

"I'm getting sleepy," you say quietly. it was nearing four am and hyunjin has been playing with your hair for what felt like an eternity. braiding small sections of it, only to open them once again.

"me too."

"let's try to sleep."

"don't want to," he mumbles against your hair and you chuckle. "why?"

"if we go to sleep then it will be morning really soon which means i have to leave you."

his words make your heart clench in your chest. nights with hyunjin were your favorite parts of your existence. there was no pressure, no expectations on the both of you. you could just be two humans in love, under the kind gaze of the moon.

"okay, baby. what do you want to do?"

"i just want to look at you," he says quietly and you nod, getting away from his hold. you lay your head on your pillow and he does the same, this way you're both facing each other.

you feel yourself relax completely under hyunjin's gaze, because it's filled with love. for you. his pointer finger traces over your features, delicately, as if he was grazing a porcelain vase. and you let him. his touch is so soft it makes something warm stir within your stomach. it wasn't untamed butterflies, fluttering their wings to escape. it was something comfortable and safe, finding its home within you.

"you are so pretty," he whispers and you smile softly at his words.

"so are you." your right hand rises gently to rest on top of his cheek, and you swipe your thumb slowly across it. hyunjin's eyes flutter closed at the contact and you feel a wave of fondness flood within you.

you'd do anything to preserve this serene look on his face.

"try to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." you finally say.

"you promise me?"

"i promise."

[bloodlineee1]

Your mine.

pairing: Roman Reigns x reader.

warnings: smut minors dni 18+

plot: y/n has been getting close with Damien priest and her toxic ex/boyfriend(it's complicated) doesn't like that at all.

disclaimer: this is my first fic so bare with me lmaaooaoa

"no way you said that" I gasped.

talking to Damien Priest is always unpredictable right now he's telling me the story of the bar fight he got into last night.

"I swear" he laughs.

"so then what happened?" I laugh.

"so he stands up and-" he stops and looks over my shoulder.

I turn around and see Jimmy walking towards us.

"hey, sis.....priest" Jimmy puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead before mugging Damien.

"hi Jon" I smile and hug him.

"Roman wants to see you in his locker room" he whispers in my ear.

"right now?" I question.

"yes right now" he mocks me.

"well he's gonna have to wait, Priest is telling me a story" I roll my eyes and turn back towards Damien.

"It's okay go, I'll tell you the story later" he smiles.

"Are you sure?" I question.

"yeah, yeah I'll see you later anyways" he nudges my shoulder.

"Okay, I'll see you tonight." I smile.

we start walking towards Romans locker room and I already know I'm in trouble I've been pissing him off for 2 weeks I blocked him on everything, I've been going out after every show, I've been posting revealing photos because I know he's watching some how and I've been avoiding him but he deserves it after the shit he pulled.

"what y'all got a date or something?" he lifts one brow.

"Don't worry about it nosey" I walk faster.

"Roman ain't gonna like the fact that his girl going on a date" he catches up and shakes his head.

"I stopped being his girl a while ago and you better not tell him because I know you told him I was with priest yesterday" I smack his arm.

"I ain't say shit" he sucks his teeth and rubs his arm.

"you didn't tell him?" i tilt my head.

"hell nah I ain't tell him" he says obviously lying.

"then who told him?" i question.

"oh shit we're already here" he pushes me into the locker room and closes the door.

"Jon-" I yell.

roman looks up from his phone and I can see in his eyes I'm in huge trouble.

"Wise man, leave us" he says still staring into my soul.

"yes sir" Paul basically runs out of the locker room.

"pussy" I mumble.

"I heard you've been real friendly lately"

"I heard you've been in my business" I reply smartly.

"you are my business" he stands up.

"I haven't been your business since you decided getting your dick wet was worth our relationship" I roll my eyes.

"how many times do I have to tell you I didn't fuck her shes lying" he raises his voice.

"even if you didn't you still gave her the idea that she could" I yell.

"I told you this before that wasn't my intention you know your the only one that gets my dick wet" he smirks and put his hands on my waist.

"Whatever" I try not to smile.

"You been giving my pussy to Priest?"

"This is not your pussy anymore so it's none of your business if I have"

"Don't fucking play with me, You've been giving my pussy away?" he grabs me by the neck.

i smile.

"you smiling?".

"I guess Damien just has that effect on me" I test him.

"oh yeah" he puts his hand in my gear.

"mhm" I moan when he starts to play with my overly sensitive clit that missed him so much.

"Damien makes your pussy this wet?" he rubs his nose on my cheek.

"ah...uhuh" I chuckle.

"get on your fucking knees," he says obviously done with my antics.

"or what" I push a little more.

"don't be a fucking brat you already in trouble, I said get on your fucking knees" he grabs my hair, pulling Me Down to my knees.

testing his patience is my favorite thing to do.

"take it out" he says sternly with no room for arguments.

I untie the drawstring on his sweatpants and pull them down with his boxers, his dick springs out begging for attention that I'm not ready to give him just yet so I sit there and I stare.

"I'm really not in the mood for your fucking games you know what to do stop fucking playing with me or you won't cum for a week test me if you want to" he grabs me by the hair and lifts my head so I'm looking right at him.

"threats?" i ask mischievously.

"promises, baby girl, promises now be a good girl and open up that pretty mouth of yours" he taps my face.

I kiss his tip then I open my mouth and take him as deep as I can tasting his sweet pre-cum on my tongue.

"that's it, just like that" he groans.

I take it out of my mouth and stroke him so I can catch my breath.

"stop playing with it, you know better" he grabs my hair again he loves grabbing my hair and I love it even more.

I take him back into my mouth and he wastes no time fucking my throat aggressively not letting me up for air.

"you think he can fill your throat like this? huh?"

i look up at him with my glossy eyes begging him to slow down.

"oh please you know your enjoying this you love getting me this angry don't you?"

i moan.

"oh shit, fuck i'm gonna cum fuck" he moans before cumming in my mouth.

i look into his eyes before swallowing his cum.

"good girl" he kisses me.

i smile at him.

"my turn?" I look at him begging for a release but I know he's not gonna let me cum because he's a fucking psycho.

"don't look at me like that you know your not cumming after the shit you been pulling for two weeks." he dismisses my plea wiping my face with a warm towel.

"wha- that's no fair" I gasp.

"oh its not fair?" he grabs my titty.

"no stop don't touch me if your not gonna let me cum" I push him away.

"mhm I'll handle that attitude later but for right now clean yourself up you have a match in 20 and after that tell priest its over" he smacks my ass.

"it never started we're just friends" I laugh.

"better be, you're mine" he grabs me by the neck and kisses me before I walk into his private bathroom to get ready.

[evl-qn]

" it is in mine. " _ " you're a thief and a liar, robin hood. "

'what i did is not the worst crime in the world,' @evl-qn.

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #28

[Continuation of Poll #27]

"Some food sounds nice," you mumbled hesitantly, forcing a smile on your lips and looking towards the werewolf while placing your hand on your stomach. A glint of victory sparked in his eyes as he raised his snout highly, proud to be the chosen option.

"As I said," he announced with a huff, and you got up from your seat to follow him out of the door. This was the perfect opportunity! You'd scout the area, try to sneak away when he was busy hunting, and be rid of this fearsome duo! Even if a night in the woods had the potential to be scary, you doubted the werewolf would let harm befall you if anything else tried to attack you. It was definitely the right choice!

A finger hooked underneath your shirt collar, tugging you back into a cold, firm chest while one arm wrapped around you from behind, leisurely holding you in place. "Ah, ah," the vampire chimed. "Where do you think you're going?"

"H-Hunting?" you questioned, looking up at the vampire, who quirked an eyebrow.

"You? Our sweet, incapable human?"

"Let them," the werewolf barked, stomping back through the door. His claws splintered the wood as they gripped the frame, the cracking a fierce reminder of his strength.

"Are you that dense? As if you could take care of a human while you're focusing on hunting. They'll slip from you, and you'll spend the rest of the night searching for them. How dumb do you take them that they wouldn't try to sneak away? No, you're not taking them on your mindless hunt; go fetch them some food alone."

You shivered slightly as the usual light and chatty tone of the vampire's voice turned into a snarl, clearly not amused about the idea of letting you out of their sight. On the other hand, you looked up at the werewolf, giving him your best impression of "puppy eyes", knowing that this was your best chance of escape. It had to work!

When he looked at you, his eyes softened, bared teeth disappearing beneath fur. But just as quickly, he looked back at his natural enemy, a growl vibrating in his throat as he spoke. "So you want me to leave them here? With you? So you can drink them dry before I even have the chance to feed them?"

"I won't," the vampire replied, a surprising firmness in his answer. "I'd rather see where this-" they waved their hand back and forth between the three of you "-is going to lead. It's been more fun than most of my meals in the last century, and I have the time to savor it."

"How am I going to believe you?" the werewolf bit back, and the vampire let out a long sigh while you imagined them rolling their eyes at this.

"You'll just have to. You do want to provide for your little mate, right? Look, they're famished."

The vampire hooked one of his cold fingers beneath your chin, lifting it to show you off. There were no mirrors to check your appearance, but famished wasn't how you would have described yourself. Still—and it made your mouth open in protest—the werewolf growled before giving a short nod with his snout and relented reluctantly, "I'll be back. And if they are missing just one drop of blood, I'll tear you limb from limb, you bat."

Then he was gone, his footsteps the only thing echoing through the mansion for a short while before you heard a door bang closed. How could he have possibly believed the vampire's sweet deception? Why in the world would he leave you alone with the possibly more dangerous monster of the two?!

"What an ill-tempered fellow," the vampire sighed, unwrapping their arm from you and stepping away. You stood there for a few seconds more, seeing your hope slowly fade away into the darkness of the hallway, when the golden chalice from before suddenly came back into view. You jerked away in surprise, but the vampire held it patiently in front of you until you had regained your composure, taking it from them. The pitcher followed in just as quick of a movement, and the dark red juice you had been given before flowed from its neck into your chalice.

"I know you were thirsty. Drink up," they encouraged you softly, stepping away while looking truly unbothered by your presence. It was as if it was no longer relevant that you were below them on the food chain.

"Are you... Are you not going to kill me?"

Turning around, you watched as the vampire placed the needle of an old gramophone standing in the corner of the room onto a record, soft music filling the room.

"What?" they squawked, uncharacteristically human, as if appalled by the thought. "Didn't I just say I wouldn't? You should listen when you are in a room full of monsters."

Instead of coming right back up to you, they sat on the armchair next to the couch, breathing out heavily as if a weight had been lifted before their eyes fell back from the ceiling to you. "Come," they beckoned, patting the soft cushion next to them. "No need to be so alert."

Reluctantly, you swayed on your spot, feeling the red eyes drilling into you as you had to convince your body to move. When you finally did, you left some space between the vampire's reach and your seat, just to be sure, before nipping at your juice again, your body relieved by the drink.

"I was human once," the vampire mused, and you jumped, almost feeling bad for your reaction.

"It's not a pleasure to drink blood, and most of the time, it tastes as awful as what it sounds like." They sighed once more, and you got the feeling they were quite dramatic.

"But having company, bickering, learning new things—that is fun! That is what's interesting! So," they sat up straight again, crossing their legs before giving you a toothy grin, "Tell me about yourself!"

You gulped down the tart sweetness on your tongue, unprepared for the overwhelming interest you suddenly received. Quickly, you averted your eyes, fearing the vampire's hypnosis and all the uncomfortable things they could order you to speak about to get a good laugh. But after a few moments, you caught yourself, rattling down basic facts about your life, going from your family to your hobbies, and discovering some shared interests between you two as the vampire chimed in with their own.

"So... do you have any other hobbies?" you asked, wringing your hands as you tried to keep the conversation going and push it away from you. Even after talking for a while, you were still running on survival instinct, knowing that the longer you kept the vampire occupied, the more time the werewolf had to return. If running wasn't an option, keeping the two of them occupied with fighting each other was your next best bet.

"Hm," the vampire hummed. "I love dancing. It has become awfully lonely in recent times, but we used to hold balls and celebrations in this mansion and dance all night. Those memories keep me alive in the dark times; memories I wish to always relive and cherish for as long as I can remember them."

Their words reminded you of a movie you had seen recently: nobles waltzing to music through a grand hall. It brought a sad smile to your lips as you felt a hint of sympathy for the vampire who must have witnessed the rise and fall of such traditions and, even more, the people who made them special.

"Well," they tore you out of your thoughts. Their hand stretched out towards you, long fingers with pointed nails, well-cared for yet inhumanly cold. "Would you do me the honors?"

Refusal made your lips quiver, but their gaze was almost bashful as they looked up at you, expecting the rejection yet hopeful you'd agree. You glanced back at the door, not knowing when the werewolf would be back. Dancing would bring you in a very close, very dangerous reach of the vampire's fangs, but it would also keep them occupied. You had to stall more time and force them not to kill you, but you didn't want to be served on a silver platter either.

"Don't I stink too much?" you laughed nervously, pointing out their previous comment about you needing a bath.

"Oh, I don't mind your smell as much as that beast's. In fact, you have a pleasant scent lingering on you now that he's not marking you up and down."

They seemed sincere enough, hadn't made a move except for petting the space that kept you two apart, seemingly disappointed. The conversation had been pleasant, going on for a very long time. Even for the hobbies they didn't share with you, they questioned and listened intently, glancing at your lips ever so often as if they wished for more and more information. Quality time seemed to be their thing, so if they were honest, agreeing to dance would probably put you in good standing with them, while refusing might anger them.

But that was if they were truthful about not harming you, given the chance.

[evl-qn]

' ᴵ ᴺ @lvndrhazed / received, even if it's handcuffed i'm leaving here with you.

she's forward. it's almost . . . unsettling, just how abrupt the W O L F is here, in this world, with her. it catches regina off guard, leaving her lost for words and staring wide eyed. she'd be lying if she said she hadn't noticed ruby : if anything, the Q U E E N noticed red first - years ago, in the woods, on different sides of a civil war. how could she not ? but here, what was meant to be regina's triumph had become a cage of monotonous routine. manageable, sure. but boring. so if she'd flirted with the waitress at granny's diner on occasion, it had only ever meant to be as a means to fuel her own entertainment. and maybe, in part, one last attempt to get under snow white's skin- she hadn't anticipated ruby flirting back, or just how bold she would be. " are you drunk? " regina's brow furrowed, her head tilting slightly. amusement forms in her smile even as confusion colours her eyes. but she's not opposed to whatever . . . this, is - or could be. " if you wanted me in cuffs ruby, you could've just asked. "

[wriothesleybear]

wrio thighs are all that’s on my mind so so so wrio reaction to us biting them while going down on him. it just looks so luscious and juicy I can’t help myself lmao

- spicy massage! anon

It's nice to see you again Spicy massage!anon I got you🥺❤️(hopefully I do the request right the first time lol) His thighs are very luscious and juicy, just like his bubble butt. I hope you enjoy~

~warnings: smut, mentions of handjob, blowjob, biting, hickeys, kisses, cum eating, appreciation of Wrio's beautiful thick thighs, men moaning, mentions of possible throat fucking, some cursing, a bit of dom!fem!reader, MDNI!

I can just imagine his head falling back, eyes closed as he soaks in the feel of your tongue on his cock and the warmth of your mouth hugging his cock so nicely. While he's distracted by the pleasure, that's when you sneakily leave a bite on his thigh. The sudden pain from your surprise bite on his thick thigh makes him slightly moan and jolt a bit. You giggle as you heard the moan that slipped out when you bit him.

He looks down at you and notices your smirk as you lick and kiss the sore spot to ease the pain in apology. You then move to his other thigh and do the same thing. A bite, then soothing it with a lick and kiss. He moans once again, louder this time. "Fuckk doll. Feeling a little fiesty today?" He says in a teasing tone. "Just want to mark my husband's beautiful thighs. Is that too much to ask? After all, you do it to me all the time." You look up at him through your lashes as you rub your hand up and down his thigh. "Well how could I say no to you when you look at me with those eyes." His breath hitches in his throat as the hand around his cock tightens. "Good. Now don't hold back Wrio. Show me how good you feel."

Your hand begins to go up and down his cock at a steady pace as your lips and teeth explore the skin of his thighs. His cock twitches and he groans. As good as your hand feels, he wants to feel your mouth on his cock again. "Doll can you use your mouth on my cock. I want to feel it go down your throat." You remove your mouth from his thighs, pretending to contemplate his wish as you continue to stroke his cock. "Hmm, but I'd rather use my mouth to pamper your thighs Wrio. If you come for me while I use my hand, then I'll let you fuck my throat." He swore he could've came right then and there from hearing your dirty words.

You continue to litter bites and kisses down his thighs while quickly stroking his cock with your hand. His head falls back once again, thighs shaking from the mixture of pain and pleasure clouding his mind. Satisfaction runs through you, knowing only you're able to make him feel this way.

He's so close. He bites his lip to hold back the whines and moans from slipping. He doesn't want the guards outside his door to accidentally hear what you two are doing in his office. You notice he's holding back so your hand changes to an agonizing slow pace. "Don't hold back your moans Wrio or I won't let you come." He's too desperate for release to argue with you so he pushes his dignity to the side and lets his melodic moans free.

The pitch and volume of his moans and whines get louder as the pace of your hand quickens while you suck a hickey on the inside of his thigh, close to his cock. It finally pushes him over the edge. His cum spurts from his cock, decorating your hand, his thighs and abs. He's breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. You trail light, soft kisses up and down his thighs, helping him to calm down.

Once he's finally gathered his surroundings and is able to think, he looks down at you with a tired smile. "God doll. You really know how to make me lose my mind." Smirking, you don't give a reply and instead begin to lick up his cum off of his skin. His eyes widen at the sight of you cleaning his cum up, too mesmerized to say something. Once you finish, you leave a kiss on the tip of his cock while looking up at him with those eyes he loves so much. "Are you ready for my mouth now darling?" You tease. You really made it hard for him to control himself.

[hoomandoescosplay]

Becoming Mrs. Potter | James Potter x Reader

Trying to be quiet so as to not wake up his friends, especially Sirius as he can be very grumpy if woken up, he grabs his uniform and robe and goes into their shared bathroom.

After taking a quick shower he gets dressed and brushes his teeth. With one last look in the mirror he ruffles up his hair and leaves the bathroom.

"I was wondering where you were." Remus says from his bed while looking up from the book he was reading. "Hey Moony. Just got up early today for once." James shrugs with a coy smile.

"Yes. The James Potter just happened to get up early for once in his life." Remus playfully taunts. "Hey hey now. Today's a special day which requires special exceptions." He eyes James curious to what he meant. Not saying anymore he heads to their door calling out one last sentence before leaving their shared dorm. "If all goes well you'll know by the end of tonight my dear Moony."

As James is sitting in the Great Hall eating breakfast the others eventually join him not too long after. As all of them sat and ate they all joked about random things and tried to plan out their next prank on the school. James's eyes quickly darted over when a certain female walked into the Great Hall finding herself a seat among her group of friends. He watched as she quickly added food to her plate while laughing at something it looked like Marlene said.

He places his head atop of his hand and continues to stare at the girl he's fallen head over heels for. "Prongs? Earth to Prongs." James shook his head and diverted his attention to Sirius. "What's up?" He asks with a lopsided grin. "What's up with you today mate?" Remus sighs and butts in. "Don't bother, he won't tell anyone until later tonight apparently." He only grins at the boys as they finish eating and head off to their first class of the day.

When stepping into the potions classroom he noticed that they were the first ones to get to class. All four of the boys decided to continue thinking of new prank ideas until more people showed up and they had to go sit in their assigned seats.

James never liked being separated from the boys in class but this was the one exception since he was assigned to sit next to (Y/N) (L/N). They've actually become quite close throughout the years of being sat together in potions. And this was the perfect opportunity to slide her a note explaining that he wanted to meet her in the astronomy tower after dinner.

He took out a piece of parchment and wrote a simple note before signing his name and folding it up. Now all he had to do was wait until she sat down which was easier said than done for the anxious boy. He gently tapped his fingers against the wooden desk trying not to attract attention from the sound.

Finally, she pulled out the chair and sat down exhaling and he ruffled up his hair once more. She turns her head and smiles at him. "Hello James." He puts on a huge smile and greets her back. He stared at her for a moment taking in all of her features before snapping out of it and sliding the folded up parchment in her direction. She eyes him quizzically before unfolding it and reading the words written down.

He starts up his tapping once more trying to read the expression on her face as her eyes scan the parchment. When she finishes reading she looks up at him once more and nods her head. "I'm free after dinner so I'm good with meeting up." He lets out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding in and smiles at her. "I am curious why you can't just talk to me now though." She ponders mostly to herself. He puts a finger up to his lips and replies "it's a secret my love." This causes the girl to roll her eyes and try to suppress a grin. "Alright lover boy. I'll leave you to your secrets until we meet up."

The rest of the day felt like it was dragging on to the Potter boy. He has always been quite impatient when it came to waiting for something he was excited for or even something important.

As James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter all walked to the Great Hall for dinner they spotted (Y/N) and her friends and decided to sit with them.

Alice and Frank were sitting together while Mary, Dorcas, and Lily were next to them. The boys sat on the other side of the long table with (Y/N) and Marlene. James tried to sit next to (Y/N) but Remus beat him to it as she was sitting at the edge of the table and only had one spot next to her.

As they filled their plates and ate until they were stuffed they all joked the whole time and even planned to all go to Hogsmeade sometime in the upcoming week. James excused himself a few minutes before dinner officially ended so he could get to the astronomy tower and calm his nerves.

As he began to walk his mind started to race. He hasn't been nervous about anything in a long time. He was known as the cocky and confident bloke around Hogwarts and he lived up to it pretty well. However, it mattered to him how this girl was going to respond to something he brought up five years ago. Merlin, he was worried she forgot and would treat him like he was only trying to play with her emotions.

Getting up the final steps he walks to the balcony's railing and leans his body against it as he stares up at the moon shining onto the lake below. He fluffs up his hair for the millionth time today as he hears footsteps approaching.

Turning around he's greeted with a small smile on the girl's face as the moon reflects onto her. She walks up to the stunned boy as they both face the sky. She nudges her shoulder onto his forearm as she speaks up. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" He gulps then takes a deep breath.

"I'm just keeping you to your promise love." She raises her eyebrow to him and places her chin on her hand. "What did I promise the Great James Potter?" He blushes and debates whether he should tell her or just make something up. After a moment he decides he's in too far to back out now and just tells her. "Don't you remember what you promised me back in year two? I remember it quite vividly." He grins while adding, "but you didn't expect me to remember huh?"

(Y/N) stands up straighter trying to rack her brain about what he's talking about. She almost speaks up again saying she really doesn't remember until her eyes widen a bit. James perks up at a reaction from her and hopes she finally remembered.

"If I ask you to marry me again five years from this exact day will you?" James asked the girl with a large grin on his face.

"Yes Potter. I suppose I will." She chuckles lightly. "I doubt you'll remember anyway." As she says this she smirks up at the boy and starts to walk back in the castle.

"You promise (Y/N)?" He calls out to her. "I promise lover boy." She responds without turning around.

After revisiting the memory she turns to the boy gawking at him. "James, that was five years ago! You honestly can't expect us to keep our promise can you?" All he does is grin down at the bewildered girl causing her to blush. "For Merlin's sake we were twelve." She sighs and looks up at James putting on his best puppy dog eyes.

(Y/N) eventually cracks and starts to laugh at the situation. "You should at least take me on a date before you propose you know." That comment was all he needed to hear as he pulled her into his arms. She laughs even more as she cups his face into her hands and kisses him on the forehead. "You're right. I really didn't expect you to remember that." James looks down at her and responds. "How could I ever forget proposing to my future girlfriend." (Y/N) grins up at him and embraces the Potter boy.

As the pair walked through the portrait and into the commonroom with their hands intertwined they were stopped by curious looks from their combined friend groups. (Y/N) sheepishly smiles as James raises their hands up like he does every time he and his team wins the quidditch cup.

The boys hoot and holler as the girls give each other knowing looks while giggling. James pulls (Y/N) into his side and whispers into her ear causing her to blush. "I guess you're one step closer to becoming Mrs. Potter."

[wri0thesley]

For your ask prompts: Kunzea with Wriothesley? :D

K - Kunzea (power): “C'mon, love, we both know who’s in charge here.”

cw: fem reader ("atta girl"), vague allusions to sexual assault, dub-con, yandere

You're trembling, and you know he can see it.

He has the nerve to smile. He's looking at you like you're a kitten puffing up their tail before being put in a basket for the first time; the kind of smile one has for a poor little creature who's just too silly for its own good. Your grip on the blade tightens.

"Don't come any closer," you tell him, and your teeth chatter.

It had taken you weeks to be able to get a hold of anything that could do some real harm. Watching Wriothesley in his office after he'd called you in for some infraction or another (these infractions always end in punishment; in his hand against your bare rump, in your body bent in half over his desk, in his grip iron tight around your waist as he dances with you and the gramophone scratches through some old love song), memorising where he kept his things in the hope it would serve you in the future.

"Put the letter opener down," he says to you, his tone remaining almost genial, "and I'll pretend that you're not threatening the Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide."

"No," you reply, voice pitching too high, and you make a pathetic little thrust forward at the same time as you take a step back. There's nothing solid in between you - and in your attempt to get away from him and put some distance between his body and yours, you reach the wall, your shoulders bumping against the shelf of books set into the stone. One of them tumbles over your shoulder and you wince as it hits the ground and the fragile binding gives out, the weak glue separating cover from pages. "I-- I won't let you--!"

"That was expensive," he says, mildly. "Another six months onto your sentence for wilful destruction of property? You poor thing."

"I-- I'll serve my sentence," you say to him, and though you wish you sounded sure of yourself, your voice trembles like the needle on his gramophone. "But I won't let you--"

"Won't let me what, sweetheart?" He asks, taking a slow step towards you. The sound of his heavy boot sole hitting solid ground almost sets you into fight or flight - the sound of his handcuffs rattling and his chains clinking makes your stomach twist. "Won't let me take care of you? Won't let me love you?"

"You don't love me," you say to him. He's getting too close to you. You can smell the scent he wears on the air; something like sandalwood and freshly brewed tea. "You just-- you're just a monster--!"

His face twitches. He takes four or five quicker steps, and suddenly his hand is fastened bone-crush tight around your wrist - the one holding his engraved silver letter opener. You cry out, his fingers rough against the sensitive skin - handcuffs in their own right.

"You don't think I love you?" He growls, so low he sounds like a wolf. "You think you'd survive a minute out there without my protection? You think that the inmates aren't just raring to get their teeth into your pretty soft skin and show you what it's supposed to be like for new blood here?"

"You're . . . the things you do to me--" Your voice is clogged with tears.

"Maybe I should let them have you," he snarls. "You'd come fucking crying to me begging for a spanking instead if I let some of the criminals in here lay their hands on you. Could even get your cell reassigned; somewhere close to the tunnels so they have somewhere to take you none of the guards will hear you scream."

Your courage is running out, sand dripping through an hourglass. Your grip on the letter opener is faltering. You think about the side-eye glances you get in the cafeteria sometimes, the whispers that stop when you come near.

You'd always assumed it was because he had singled you out like this. Oh, it's not public knowledge - but there's something easy to work out about a prisoner called to the Duke's office who often leaves it lips-swollen and limping a little.

You had never thought it might be because Wriothesley's favour protects you.

You wouldn't need his protection, if he hadn't started this in the first place.

"Well?" He probes. "Do you want that? Do you want me to stop loving you? I can, if that's what you want. I could stop loving you and watch you get torn to fucking pieces."

Your body is wracked with shivers. The air in his office suddenly feels close and heavy; you are reminded, more than ever, that you are in a prison at the bottom of the sea.

You shake your head mutely, your eyes flashing to the hard-won silver prize in your grip.

He eases up, just a touch.

"C'mon," he says, smiling again. "Put it down. We both know who's in charge here, sweetheart, and it's not the one trembling like an otter with its paw caught in a mekafish corpse."

His fingers loosen up on your wrist and he presents his gloved hand to you, palm up. Those eyes fasten on you with rigid intensity, and you know he is waiting for your decision.

The wolf, or the villagers who are ready to form a mob for you at any moment?

You place the letter opener in his hand.

"Atta girl."

At least the wolf is a monster you know.

[dangerpronebuddie]

id really like to see prompt 182 "you can't leave marks"

Hi Nonnie 🥰 this was a fun one!

182. "You can't leave marks."

“You can't leave marks.” “Why not?” Eddie says against his throat, adding just a hint of teeth. Buck gasps, his grip on Eddie's hair tightening. “Because I-” His reply is cut off by a moan as Eddie bites down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. “What was that?” Eddie smirks. He trails open mouthed kisses from Buck's bare shoulder to behind his ear. Buck rocks against Eddie's thigh, chasing friction. Eddie grips his hips, guiding his movements and delighting in the endless stream of noises coming from his fiance's mouth. “Baby,” Buck gasps out. “You can't leave marks, I don't want to- oh fuck.” His head thumps back against the wall as Eddie shifts his knee higher. “You don't want to fuck?” Eddie asks, pulling away. “Why didn't you say so?” “You're such an asshole,” Buck says breathlessly, pulling Eddie back to him. “But you love me,” Eddie says before nipping at his collarbone. “I do love you,” Buck says, “but the photographers are going to hate you, and me, when I show up tomorrow like this.” Eddie grins against his chest. “Maybe they won't cover them up.” “They'll have to, I'll look like a slut,” Buck huffs. “No. You'll look like the love of my life,” Eddie says with a casual shrug, looking into his eyes. Buck smiles, so wide his eyes crinkle, and he wraps his arms around Eddie's neck. “I'll never get tired of hearing that.” “And I'll never get tired of saying it,” Eddie says, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Besides… I like the way you look like this.” He brushes his thumb over the darkening bruise beneath Buck's jaw. “You want people to know I'm taken,” Buck points out, and… well… he's not wrong. Those calendars are notorious for causing trouble. Poor Chim got fan mail for an entire year when he was Mr. April. Buck getting Mr. June is liable to yield the same result. “Baby, I'm yours,” Buck says, carding his fingers through Eddie's hair. “Just yours. And besides, you get to have pictures of me shirtless in my turnouts. I'd say it was worth it.” “Okay,” Eddie says, “I'll make you a deal: I won't leave any more marks, and you steal your turnouts tomorrow after shift.” “I'll make you a better deal,” Buck counters with a smirk. “I'll let you leave marks, and I'll steal my turnouts.” And how can Eddie say no to that?

Send me a (buddie) smut prompt 🔥

[evl-qn]

bitterness settles in the hollow of her chest, a sickening pit accompanying the hunger pangs in her gut- she's an unassuming soldier, battle-worn and fatigued, her view of the world already tainted by the horrors wrought before THE END OF ALL. " some of us have been surviving for longer than others, " words groused under breath as regina, her hair longer than it's been since she was a teenager, tied messily over one shoulder as she turned a scathing glare on the horizon, as if the setting sun were just as treacherous as the people she's found herself residing. the muscles of her jaw twitch as teeth grit, and she reaches for the bottle HALF - FULL with stale warm water- unscrewing the cap, she tipped her head back, swigging a generous mouthful. it's not enough to wash away the taste of blood on her tongue from where her teeth had sunk into the inside of her lower lip to stay the simmering anger in her veins. she swallows with a grimace. " hm, you're assuming i have any trust to spare. " regina's eyes flicker to maddie's with the curve of her brow, and there's almost a smile to the corner's of her mouth- if it's there, it's tortured and tired. they're not the best of friends ( regina's not sure she remembers what friendship is ) but she's better company than the rest. ALMOST SMILE falters, and regina stared. " i keep my promises, clark. in my experience, it's usually others who struggle keeping theirs. "

------ ¹ @evl-qn / ² uncharted sentence starters .. i am surrounded by traitors and fools.

a fool is not who she is, but maddie supposes there are people out there who would consider her a traitor in their version of events. versions she wouldn't be able to deny if confronted with. like aged vinegar and lemons she isn't quite palatable to most. burns the chest a little. leaves a bitter aftertaste. WOULD IT BE MORE OR LESS CONCERNING TO SAY THE APOCALYPSE MADE HER THIS WAY? opinion is, after all, a subjective thing. there will always be dirt & grime & blood at the end of a conflict if her name heralds the surrounding air. “ everybody is just trying to survive. ” for all the hard truths in the world, at least there are still some easy ones left. the type you don't have to rearrange your insides to make peace with. she swallows them down with her own spit and sets them off to sea. doesn't think twice as they set sail. everything is salted and sour the further down you go. “ if there's anythin' left to put your trust in, it's that. ” she can't even argue with it. when she wakes up in the morning with her kids by her side, blood still surging through the veins, hearts still pounding and the rosiness of life still flushing their cheeks— she doesn't think about the lonely woes of betrayal and curse the sin of a man she doesn't even believe in anymore. she gets up and keeps going. because she's still damn alive to do so. “ you telling me you never betrayed anybody? ”

[evl-qn]

' @nverhad / killian jones.

" Consider me surprised, Hook. " Bored inflection to her tone belies the truth of her words. She's not surprised in the slightest. Bad enough she's BASICALLY on house arrest, but her home has became all but invaded by yet another to once betray her. It being the pirate is just a glossy red cherry on top of this already banner day. " Tell me. Does my mother call you pet now or are you still in training? "

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Seven Several scentence Sunday

thanks for the tags @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @chicgeekgirl89 @nancys-braids

We're back in action baby! I'm so happy my silly little comfort show is back! As usual I'm working on about 12 different things at the same time so it's hard to decide what to share, but have some

K9 handler Carlos

"Hi... uhm I'm looking for someone named Firefox? She's supposed to work here but didn't tell me her actual name..." Carlos trailed off, hoping he didn't look as awkward as he felt.

"Oh hi, that's me!" a woman yelled as she ran down the stairs before either of the paramedics he'd asked could reply. "I'm so sorry I forgot to tell you my name!" she ran up to him with an outstretched hand. "I'm Marjan."

"Carlos." he shook her hand.

"And this must be Pumpkin!" she dropped to her knees and started petting and playing with the dog who loved the attention.

"Marj, you can't just pet police dogs when they're working. And you shouldn't put your face so close to a strange dog's teeth." the male paramedic with the beautiful green eyes warned her.

"It's fine..." Carlos managed to say, trying his best not to stare too much. "She's used to being manhandled by my nieces and nephews. And we're done for the day anyway."

"Oh that's great! We can brainstorm about our collab video!" Marjan said, reluctantly getting up from the floor. "Buttercup is probably napping in the bunkroom, I'll go get him so they can meet and be friends."

"Wait... what did you have in mind for the video? Some red vs blue challenge? I know it's a big thing in this city with the baseball competition and everything, but I'm not interested in any of that. I'd rather not piss off the fire department... in case I ever need them." Carlos said, checking for a reaction from the paramedic with the beautiful eyes. "And Pumpkin isn't trained for any fire related work."

"Neither is Buttercup." the man said with a smirk.

"What?" Carlos looked back and forth between him and Marjan.

"Buttercup is a pet. A lazy, big, fluffy Bernese Mountain Dog who lives for snacks and napping on my bed, and refusing to move when I want to get in it." the man explained.

"Don't listen to him." Marjan physically put herself between the beautiful man and Carlos, and he wished she'd move. "We can see how well Buttercup does with police work! Or maybe a snack challenge."

"I know which one Buttercup would prefer." the beautiful man commented. "He'd never stop eating if it was up to him."

"Pumpkin is the same. I have to watch what she eats or she won't fit her harness anymore. Especially when I'm at my parents' house when my sisters are there too. Between my mother and my niece, Pumpkin gets enough snacks to last her a whole week."

The beautiful man smiled and somehow became even more beautiful.

"That's cute." he said and turned to Marjan. "And it sounds like someone else I know."

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[montammil]

Forever Be Mine, part 2

Masterlist found here!

Part 3 is when we really get the ball rolling on the whump stuff, so I'm pretty excited for that! Since I've been pretty burnt out on writing, this has been getting me back into it lol.

CW: Yandere whumper, kidnapping, restrained, noncon touching (nothing sexual but still creepy), patronizing behavior(?), drugging mention, food

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Sawyer woke up feeling dizzy and nauseous, his body aching as if he had been hit by a train. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim lighting. His surroundings were unfamiliar to him. He tried to move his hands to sit up, but couldn't. There was a slight burning sensation on his wrists as he struggled against the rope binding his hands together above his head.

He took a moment to assess his surroundings. He was lying on a bed with red silk sheets and pillows.

There were no windows in the room, making it impossible for him to tell if it was day or night outside. The only source of light came from a lamp on the nightstand beside the bed.

A sense of dread washed over Sawyer as he realized he didn't know where he was or how he got there. The last thing he could remember was getting a few drinks at the bar after work, then heading home.

Had he been kidnapped? A million thoughts raced through his head as he tried to recall anything else that might help him figure out what happened.

"Good morning, my love," a familiar voice spoke.

Sawyer froze in horror. He knew that voice. His breathing quickened, panic seizing control of his body.

Rowan came into view and smiled sweetly at him. His heart sank when he saw his face. Rowan's hand reached out towards him and gently caressed his cheek. Sawyer flinched at the touch, wanting nothing more than to pull away from it.

But he couldn't move his body enough to do so. He felt paralyzed with fear, his throat closing up as if he couldn't breathe.

"It's okay," Rowan assured him softly. "I've got you."

The man before him leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead before pulling back and admiring his expression. Sawyer clenched his teeth tightly, trying not to show any emotion, but he felt tears pooling in his eyes anyway.

"What do you want from me? I'm broke, I don't have any money." Sawyer managed to choke out.

Rowan shook his head and gave an amused smile. "Silly, I don't want your money." He brushed a lock of hair behind Sawyer's ear. "I just want you."

Sawyer stared at him in confusion, unsure of what he meant by that. "Listen... um, Owen--"

"Rowan."

"R-Rowan," Sawyer corrected himself nervously, "I don't know what I did wrong, but I'm sorry about whatever it is. If you let me go, I won't tell anyone about this."

Rowan sighed. "You poor thing, I'm not angry at you at all. Look around you. You're in a nice, soft bed, wearing comfy clothes. Does this look like some sort of ransom or revenge kidnapping to you? I could've put you in the basement, but you haven't done anything wrong. I'm not cruel. I just want you safe and sound."

"Then why am I tied up?"

"So you don't hurt yourself trying to get out of here," Rowan replied calmly. "The ropes are temporary, my love."

Sawyer shuddered at the pet name. His tone was deceptively sweet and gentle. Like a trap he'd fall right into. It unnerved him deeply. He continued to struggle against the rope, ignoring how it dug into his skin painfully. Rowan frowned at his resistance, placing a hand over his chest and holding him still. Sawyer's heart pounded wildly beneath his palm.

"Don't." Rowan's voice dropped dangerously low. "If you keep fighting me, I'll have to put you in the basement. And I don't want that."

He swallowed hard and stopped moving for a moment, weighing his options carefully. He didn't want to be put in the basement, whatever that entailed. It probably wasn't anything good.

"Now then, aren't you hungry? You must be starving." Rowan stood up and walked out of the room, then returned with a plate of food a few minutes later.

It smelled good, but Sawyer felt too nauseous to even think about food right now. Rowan sat down on the bed again and began to feed him with a fork. Sawyer reluctantly ate, the food tasting surprisingly good despite his circumstances.

"Do you like it? I learnt how to make pad thai just for you! Much better than that instant stuff, hm?"

Sawyer found himself thinking of a way to escape. For now, playing nice seemed to be the best way to go, even if every fiber of his being told him that this was wrong. Rowan was definitely crazy. He must've been watching him for a while if he knew his taste in food.

After years of putting on a fake persona for others' approval and entertainment, Sawyer was a master at acting. This would just be another performance.

"Thank you," Sawyer whispered, glancing up at Rowan through his eyelashes. He could tell immediately that Rowan was eating up his act and the display of submission. Good, at least he was on the right track then. Maybe he'd have a chance at escaping from this madman after all. He let out a weak cough and shifted as much as the ropes would allow. "Um, my throat hurts a bit, can I have some water?"

Rowan stood up and disappeared from the room once more. Sawyer took the chance to test his restraints again. But as expected, he was still too weak to loosen them at all. He didn't know he was capable of acting this calm, but his mind was all over the place.

It was probably from how surreal this all felt. Like he was in some kind of nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. Sawyer wished that were the case.

He returned with a glass of water and held it up to Sawyer's lips. The singer gulped down the cold liquid gratefully, his throat feeling immensely relieved as soon as it hit his tongue.

He thought briefly about Rowan drugging it, but he was already bound and helpless. If Rowan wanted to do something to him, he had the opportunity to do so without the need to drug him.

When Sawyer had drank about half of the glass, Rowan pulled it away and set it back on the nightstand. He sat down next to him again and began to stroke his hair. Sawyer forced himself to stay still, not wanting to anger him again.

He stared at him warily, trying to get a read on his emotions. But Rowan just smiled softly at him and ran his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

"Why?" Sawyer blurted.

"Hm? Why what?" Rowan raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

Sawyer looked away from him and sighed deeply, trying to come up with the right words to say without pissing him off. "Why do this? And why me?"

"Because I love you, obviously." Rowan twirled a strand of his hair around his finger. "I've watched you for a while now. You're everything I've ever wanted in a partner, Sawyer. It kills me that nobody appreciates you like they should, that you're lonely because this world is just too cruel." His expression softened and he cupped Sawyer's cheek in his hand. "I used to be in the same situation, but I don't have to be anymore. Neither do you."

At that moment, Sawyer didn't even think about his next words. "Well apparently unlike you, I choose to be alone."

Rowan's smile wavered. "You didn't choose to be lonely," he countered. "Nobody chooses to be lonely."

Sawyer opened his mouth to argue again, but decided against it. He couldn't win an argument against someone who wasn't even capable of thinking rationally. Arguing would just make Rowan mad, and that was the last thing he needed right now.

Instead, he decided to change the subject entirely.

"People will wonder where I am." Sawyer glanced at him again, gauging his reaction to see if he was safe to continue speaking. Rowan stayed silent, so he assumed it was okay to keep going. "I have shows at Indigo every Friday night, you know."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Rowan said dismissively. "All your relatives and so-called friends have already been informed that you're not available anymore." He reached into his own pocket and held up Sawyer's phone, "They think you've just ran away to pursue the life of your dreams. Since no one knows you that well--besides me, of course--they all believed it immediately. Most of them didn't even reply."

Sawyer could feel tears building up in his eyes again, but he refused to let them fall. "You don't know me."

Rowan shook his head and looked down at him with pity in his eyes. "But I do, Sawyer," he insisted. "I've seen you come home every night after work, turning on a romantic movie and curling up with a blanket on your couch. I've seen you dance alone in your living room with tears in your eyes, wishing you had someone to hold you in their arms." His voice became tender, almost loving. "I know you know how to play the violin and the trumpet, that you own a collection of vintage records, and that you tattoo right... here."

He placed a hand on his left shoulder, pushing up the sleeve to show a cute black cat playing a trombone. Sawyer flushed in embarrassment.

"I got that while drunk," he mumbled in his defense.

Rowan hummed in acknowledgment and began tracing circles on the tattoo with his fingertip. Sawyer shuddered at the sensation, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin. He hated that he was already so sensitive to the lightest touches from Rowan.

"You're a real romantic at heart," Rowan continued. "You crave intimacy but you're too scared to reach out for it, so you turn to fictional romance movies or books instead of seeking it out for yourself." He sighed wistfully, looking at him with fondness in his eyes. "You don't need those anymore though. I'll give you everything you need now, Sawyer."

Sawyer wanted to disappear into the bedsheets beneath him. Everything Rowan had said was true, but hearing him say it out loud felt humiliating. He wasn't used to feeling so out of control.

He reminded himself pretending to give in would be the best way to regain control. But each time Rowan spoke, it got even harder to keep his act up.

"Fictional relationships are a lot more easy than actual ones," Sawyer spoke haltingly. "I don't have to deal with the potential heartbreak that way. It's easier to escape into a book than get caught up in reality."

He wasn't lying. Normally he would take that knowledge to the grave with him, but this guy seemed to know enough about him, it didn't really matter what else he knew at this point, he figured.

Rowan's eyes lit up with understanding. "That's why we're meant to be! I'd never do anything to break your heart. We could be just like the couples from those romantic movies you like so much!"

The desperation in his voice was almost amusing.

Sawyer let out a soft chuckle, playing up the timid card again. He had no other option at this point. "Are you sure about that? You've already kidnapped me, tied me up... how long do you think it'll take before you get sick of me and throw me away?" He gave his best forlorn sigh. "Everyone always does."

"No!" Rowan exclaimed, his grip on Sawyer's arm tightening. "I'd never get sick of you! You're perfect!" He stroked his hair again, taking care not to hurt him as he did so. Sawyer could feel his heart rate increase under his touch, his pulse quickening.

His body was pressed against him, close enough for him to feel his warmth, the firm muscles underneath his clothes. He had to suppress the shiver that went down his spine. The last thing he needed was to give this creep any ideas.

Dread settled deep into his stomach at the thought of being touched by Rowan. The mere idea made his skin crawl.

But at least he was convincing him.

"I love how smooth and soothing your voice is... I love your beauty, and how passionate you are about your interests. And I love how you wear an outgoing front for others but underneath that... you're just the sweetest, most fragile little thing who needs love."

Sawyer had to fight the urge to headbutt this bastard. It sounded like Rowan had the biggest white knight complex and just wanted a damsel in distress.

"It makes me sick to see people treat you like dirt, taking you for granted just because you allow them to do so." Rowan caressed his cheek, "But now I've got you all to myself." The singer almost gagged at how he nuzzled him. "And I'll keep you safe from the world that tried to break you."

That was probably the biggest bullshit Sawyer had ever heard. He barely held back the urge to roll his eyes at Rowan's words. It was ridiculous how blinded this man was by love or whatever the fuck it was he saw in him.

Rowan pulled away from him and stood up. "I'd love to cuddle with you longer, but I still have things to do today." He picked up the empty plate from the nightstand and headed for the door, before pausing to smile back at the tied up man on his bed. "I love you."

Sawyer waited until he was gone before struggling against the ropes again, but to no avail. His wrists and ankles were aching and raw by now. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried his best to breathe evenly. Panicking wouldn't help him right now. He had to stay calm, or else he wouldn't be able to think rationally. If he struggled against the rope any longer, Rowan was right, he'd just hurt himself. So he bit back his stubbornness and sunk into the king bed's mattress and closed his eyes.

...

When he opened his eyes again, Rowan had an arm wrapped around him and a book in his hand.

Sawyer flinched at the closeness but couldn't bring himself to pull away from him. If he made the wrong move now, Rowan would realize that he had been faking compliance this entire time.

Rowan looked down at him. He had reading glasses on, and his hair was pulled back into a ponytail. "You slept past lunch. I was going to wake you up, but you looked so peaceful."

He shut his book and set it down on the nightstand before wrapping both arms around Sawyer's waist and pulling him closer. The singer tried not to panic as he was spooned, hyperaware of how close their bodies were and how vulnerable he felt.

"What are you reading?" Sawyer asked in an attempt to distract him.

He grabbed the book and held it up for him to see. "I have a few copies of Wuthering Heights, it's one of my favorite books," he explained. Sawyer vaguely remembered that title being mentioned in one of his English classes in high school. He wasn't surprised that Rowan loved classics too. "Have you read it before?"

Sawyer shook his head.

"You should," Rowan suggested. "I can read it to you soon. Though it might take a while, it's a pretty long book." He kissed the side of his head. Sawyer shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think about the fact that Rowan had just put his lips on him.

"What do you even do for work?" Sawyer asked. "Or, did? Do you have a job?"

Rowan grinned at him and pecked his cheek. "I work as an insurance agent!" His voice was filled with pride. "It's not exciting work, but it pays the bills." He went on to talk about what it entailed, like selling life insurance and health insurance policies to people. Sawyer half listened as he went on about different kinds of policies, how he did his job, and other little details that the singer couldn't care less about. It just made him feel tired again.

"Interesting," Sawyer said in a deadpan voice once Rowan finished talking. "Glad you like what you do."

The taller man rested his chin on his shoulder pulling Sawyer closer against him. "I love my job, but I love you more," he murmured. "I have plenty of vacation days saved up anyway, so I can take some time off."

He buried his face in the crook of Sawyer's neck and inhaled deeply. Sawyer was stiff as a board in his embrace.

Just a little longer, he reminded himself. He just needed to hold on for a little longer until he could find a way out of this hellhole.