#The pigs will be breaking my and mine's bodies over their knee on the fucking “free speech lawn”

[ghostie-jakxy-gray]

aight, aside from the fact that 3 houses by Dave Malloy is now gonna Haunt My Waking Thoughts For The Week...

nah, that's it. The only pandemic play I can get behind. Proper amount of drunken revelry, fantastic amount of fairytale allegory, Yes She Does Smoke Weed, vindictive dragon spirits and knockoff tom nooks, cairns of amazon boxes, The Ending, The Set, The Parallels...

and the wolf. Gods help me, but I wanna kiss the wolf on his broken-toothed maw. dance with him. ask him for a metal straw. I'd be a furry for that wolf in his stupid knit sweater.

(And then, the harmonieeeeees my love, they're so perfect and ugly and pretty and the genre shifts and and and)

[silversatoru]

Hi love! ❤️

Mkay so like.... Suguru walks in and finds out his gf has a cam acc- and just like straight up ruins her online

This has been on my mind all day but idfk how to write it

a/n: AHAH hey babe!!! this concept is 😌👌 so i hope i did you proud w this. also if ur really into the whole getting-ruined-online concept and you fuck w dabi may i recommended @katslutski ‘s smile for the camera series; it is one of my favs

getou suguru x f!reader

tags/warnings: masturbation, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, filming, facial, mild bondage, mild overstimulation

w/c: 1.4k

you rubbed your clit in rushed circles, projecting a cluster of fake high-pitched moans and arching your back for the camera. it really didn’t feel that great, but you were damn good at pretending it did — and the cash was flowing in as a result. 

you could see the notifications of donations and new patrons popping up on the side of your screen and you let a soft sigh of satisfaction leave your lips. these fuckers were so horny that they’d send you stacks of their income just to see you fondle your cunt — pigs.

between the blood rushing to your ears from your approaching orgasm and the soft music playing through you room you didn’t even notice the sound of your front door opening. you were completely unaware of your boyfriend’s presence in your home until he was standing in your bedroom doorway — a confused but amused expression across his face. 

“am i interrupting something?” he cocked an eyebrow at you. 

“suguru! i thought you were busy today, i-” you scrambled to explain yourself and grab a sheet from your bed to pull over your exposed body. 

“plans changed,” he shrugged and cut you off, entering your bedroom, “maybe you should start locking your front door when you’re doing shit like this”. 

you stared at him with horrified eyes, worried that he might break up with you for this kind of thing — he didn’t seem mad but he definitely wasn’t happy either. you quickly lunged for your laptop/camera set-up, attempting to end your livestream, but suguru moved quicker. he grasped your wrist in his strong fingers and looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. 

“leave it on, doll,” he purred at you, releasing your wrist and pushing you back towards the bed, “go ahead and finish the show for them”. 

completely stunned, you fell back onto your elbows and gave him a hesitant look. it’s not like you were embarrassed or anything— shit, you did this like every day, but you were severely confused by his reaction.

he nodded at the computer screen with hazy eyes, “they’re waiting. why are you so shy all of the sudden? you should be used to having an audience”. 

after a final moment of hesitation you leaned back, fingers returning down to your clit to resume where you’d left off. it was a little more awkward with suguru watching, but the way he was ordering you around was kind of hot, so your stiffness quickly faded.

and you knew your body well, what worked and what didn’t, so it was only a matter of minutes before you were rocking your hips into your hand and letting exaggerated whimpers slide between your teeth. the orgasm was mediocre at best, but you had to dress it up and wrap it in a bow for your precious patrons.

at some point during your little show suguru had rid himself of his clothing and was now climbing into the messy sheets with you. 

“let me see your hands,” he stated blankly, his fingers gripped around the belt that had been looped through his pants just a few minutes ago. 

“this is live you know,” you gave him a concerned look — you were confused but not opposed, holding your hands out behind your back.

“oh, i know,” he took care in gently wrapping your wrists together as tight as the belt would go and then helped you onto you knees.

the duskiness of his eyes filled you with a splendid mix of fear and excitement, but before you could even get a good look you were being shoved into the bed.

“put your face in the pillows, doll,” he ordered lazily as you faceplanted into one of the several pillows at the head of your bed.

his strong hands were quickly gripped around your hips, the tip of his rock-hard member brushing teasingly against your entrance. you were already practically dripping, the sticky liquids from your earlier orgasm still glistening around your edges. it made his access easy, his aching cock sliding with little effort.

“let’s show all of your fans how much of a dumb cock-whore you become when i’m inside you,” he thrusted using hard, firm strokes right from the start.

and of course he was absolutely right — you lost any inkling of a coherent thought once you were stuffed full with his length. you moaned, whimpered, and squirmed underneath him like the pathetic little cam girl you were. but with suguru, none of your performance was a façade — he truly knew how to make you melt under his touch. and melted and useless was exactly how he liked you, so he had every intention of fucking you dumb in front of your audience today.

and that’s exactly what he did. it was his own foul way of punishing you; turning you into a drooling cum-slut who had completely forgotten she was being broadcasted live. if you wanted to be a whore for a living, he’d show everyone just how much of a whore you were — but only for him. 

you’re not even sure how long it’s been — all you know is that you’re orgasming for the fourth time; or was it the fifth? sixth? you’d lost count somewhere along the way.

dull waves of pleasure racked through your body and sent quivers under your skin. you whined and wriggled, murmuring incoherent babbles as you rocked your hips back and forth on his cock to milk the most out of your climax.

“that’s five times, baby,” suguru’s voice sounded miles away, “my dick feels good inside you, doesn’t it?”

you thrashed your head up and down against the pillow, mumbling the word yes over and over as your body twitched from overstimulation. glistening mixtures of fluids were squelching out as he continued thrusting into your cunt, some dripping all the way down your legs.

and he didn’t let you take any breaks — nonstop fucking you even while your pussy was throbbing with sensitivity. the overstimulation was excruciating, and you were a complete mess of trembles and whimpers.

“so pitiful,” you heard a dark laugh rumble from his throat, “there’s thousands and thousands of people watching you be my disgusting little fuck-toy right now, and you’re just gonna keep taking it, aren’t you?”

you weren’t even sure what he was saying, honestly. your brain had short circuited a while ago, and you were just absent mindedly nodding your head and mumbling agreements to everything he said. the pillowcase beneath your head was nearly soaked in saliva now too, your feeble mouth hanging open while drool continued to seep from the corners of your lips. 

“i think i want you to finish me with your mouth, doll, how does that sound?” he slowed his pace, pushing lazy thrusts into your hips while you mindlessly nodded your head again. 

“pathetic little baby; you have no idea what i’m even saying to you right now, do you?” you heard suguru laughing from behind you; but all you could manage in response was a few scattered whimpers. 

he abruptly unsheathed himself from inside you, and strangled whines escaped your throat at his sudden absence. no! more, please, please, suguru please, you murmured with an embarrassing lack of control and your boyfriend couldn’t do anything but laugh at you in your shameful state.

“turn around and open those pretty lips,” he reached down and helped you to flip over before straddling your chest and pressing his hot, sticky member against your lips. 

you opened them graciously, too braindead to even notice the bitter taste of his precum mixed with your own fluids. he mouth-fucked you with obscene force, the walls of your throat painfully expanding every time he thrusted in. you choked and sputtered, drool leaking down your lips and all over your chin. 

when suguru’s own orgasm was right on the cusp he removed himself from your mouth and sprayed his seed all over your face. from your forehead to your chest you were coated in sticky globs of semen, and you sucked down the drips that made it into your mouth like they were liquid gold. 

“lets see how many of your precious viewers come back after this — now that they saw you disintegrate into the helpless little cum slut that you are, now that they know you’re mine”. 

[lonely-layla]

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝

Nagito Komaeda x Fem!reader

NSFW UNDER CUT

Warnings: feederism, insecure reader, horny nagito (anything new rlly)

You haven’t eaten in 3 days. Every time you tried your insecurities got the best of you and you ended up not eating.

You were trying on some jeans you bought because you outgrew your old ones. Your stomach hung over the rim of your pants alreayd looking like you were about to explode out of them.

You heard a knock on your door. “Y/n, sweetheart I’m home, I brought ice cream” you heard your lovely boyfriend nagito walking through the door.

He unlocked the door with his key and wakes into the house. He opened your bedroom door to see you crying on the floor.

He placed the ice cream in the counter of your nightstand and ran over to comfort you. “Sweetheart what’s wrong? Did someone say something?” He asked you in concern.

“I’m so ugly! I wanted to be skinnier but nothing is working!” You cry as you wipe your tears off your face. Nagito hugs you from behind, massaging the luv handles that spilled of the leggings.

“My beautiful hope~ you look amazing” he tells you, your tears still fall anyhow. He holds you tight as you let your tears fall into the floor.

“I look hideous! Look how fat I am! I used to be so skinny! Now. .. I’m just a mess!” You cry out as you turn into his shirt and cry sum more.He hugs you tight swaying you side to side “my hope please don’t cry, it’s all going to be okay I promise”

He puts you on your knees. “Sweetheart when was that last time you ate?” He asks you raising one of his eyebrows. “Umm… I actually haven’t even for three days, I just wanted to lose weight so bad” you confess as you felt guilt grow inside of you.

“Don’t worry sweetie I brought ice cream home with me let me go get it” he tells you as he runs over to the nightstand and grabs the bowl of ice cream he brought back with him.

He brings back a bowl of your favorite ice cream as he places it next to you. He moves you onto his lap so your ass is in front of his girth. “I love your body honey~ I’m not going anywhere~ your mine forever~” he mumbles in your ear as he holds the bowl of ice cream.

“Now, eat up my hope~ you haven’t eaten all day right~ open wide~” he says as you open your mouth as the spoon goes into your mouth. It was mint chocolate chip, your favorite.

He waits for you to swallow so he can put the spoon back in your mouth. He goes in for a deep kiss. His right hand massaging the fat on your stomach. You gasp at you break the kiss as your face turns a tomato red.

“Why did you do that?! My body is disgusting” you warn him exasperated. To this he just smirks as you and kisses you once more.

“your body isn’t disgusting, it’s okay if you gained a little weight~” he continues feeding you ice cream as his hands grope your belly fat and rubs.

“The more you gain~ the more I have to hold sweetie~, I adore how heavy you are~ plus, the pressure feels good on my cock honey” he mutters in your ear as he rubbed your stomach and pinched it.

He turns you as his hand comes in contact with your ass and rubs circles in it. “God~ how did someone as trifling as me get so lucky to have someone as gorgeous as you”

You moan at the touch of his hands as you grow wetter by the second. He continues feeding you ice cream until the button on your new jeans bursted off. Your face going red as you cover your face.

“Fuck, I’m so ugly! I just bought these!” You reprimand yourself for being such a careless pig. All you saw th right your fingers was nagito’s smile with a bright blush on his face.

“Look at my wonderful y/n in all her beauty~ this beautiful tummy so full and gorgeous~ don’t be ashamed~ those pants just couldn’t handle the goddess of a body you have~” he starts ranting in a deep voice, a bright red plastered on his face as he continues to grope the rolls on your body.

He placed the bowl in the corner of the room, when he feel something wet on his thigh. He knew what it was you so he decided to tease a little bit.

“Aww~ is y/n getting all wet for some piece of trash like myself? I’m honestly flattered~ but don’t get yourself all worked up honey~” he mutters with a deep voice into your ear making you even more wet.

Now both of his hands are somewhere hidden in the rolls of your body, he gropes every part of you as he starts to get turned on himself. He lets out a soft moan to this.

“Your getting so heavy darling~ I can’t wait to fuck you so good in that soft stomach of yours” he lifts you stomach, feeling the weight on his arm. He lets out a low groan feeling himself he harder by the second.

You start riding on his thigh moaning in pleasure. He watches you ride and helps you balance. You continues riding gripping his shoulders for life.

You hide your face in his neck as you start getting closer to you orgasm. You let out a hard moan as you came onto his thigh. He moans at the heat of your slick on his body.

Your practically redder than leon’s hair as you feel his hands over every part of your body. You look up to his face, he is just as red as you are.

He kisses you as his hands goes down to your thighs and massages them. The kiss gets heated as clothes are thrown off and he traps you in between his arms.

You open your eyes panting cuz of the sudden change, he hovering over you, his hands the only thing keeping his from falling in you.

He looked like an angel,slightly visible muscles , his sharp collarbone line, you blush harder when you look at his groin, brick hard already.

He laughs a little as he goes on his elbows and flipped you so your on top now.

“Go ahead cutie~ pleasure yourself like you wanted to two minutes ago.” He offers to you as you position yourself over his cock.

You drop yourself as he moans out in pleasure. “Agh~ fuck y/n~” he moans as he grips your sides and helps you bounce. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you continue to bounce on his cock.

The way your body bounced as your boobs jiggled with the rest of your body completely turned nagito on.

He starts to bounce you harder as your moans got louder. “Nagit- ngh~ fuck~” you moan out, you we’re about to cum.

He continued to bounce you until you heard his breath shake as his moans increasingly getting louder.

At the last minute he flipped you so you were on the floor on fours. You were surprised by this sudden action as nagito started ramming into you at a fast pace

“Aww fuck nagito~ fuck!” You were cussing while moaning in pleasure to his pace.

“D-damn~ fuck y/n~” he moans as he cums inside of you. You shiver at the hot liquid going up your canal.

He moans as he lets his hands slide off of you, going onto your thighs he squeezed then as he rides off his orgasm.

You lay down as you let out a soft giggle to the wave of pleasure to just experienced. “Was that good honey~” he asks in your ear as he wraps his arms around you.

“Hehe~ uhuh~” you drunkly giggle out your response. To this nagito smiles and pecks you on the nose. “Your so cute~” he giggles as he helps you up off the floor.

You two get on the bed and cuddle for the rest of the night.

M.list

[rogue-durin-16]

YOU DRIVE ME MAD

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: brief mention of violence, blood, language (this seems a lot darker than it is lmao)

A/N: idk man I just love this idiot so here it comes another oneshot. The reader's house is not specified btw. Enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Fred spotted me and walked to stand near me before asking jokingly "On your way to kill a man, Y/n?" Oh, little did he know.

"what is that?!" I exclaimed at the sight of my friend's bruised arm.

"uhm... Nothing."

"who did that to you?" I knew the answer before I even got it. My friend had gone to break up with that Cormac McLaggen the previous night; she had finally listened to us and ended that toxic relationship they had, but apparently she got a souvenir from it.

"It's fine- he didn't mean to- Y/n don't do anything stupid." Too late, I saw red.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Weasley." I curtly replied bumping his shoulder while I walked past him, making his smile drop in confusion. I never missed the opportunity to start a playful argument with him, but, as I had said, I didn't have time for that.

With the corner of my eye, I saw him joining my friends in the task of trailing after me.

I spotted the bastard chatting with his friends in the middle of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. "Oi, McLaggen!"

"Evening, Y/l/n." That filthy grin vanished from his face when I kicked him in the balls, triggering some gasps from our peers and a grunt of pain from him.

"Listen carefully, you loathsome pig." I leaned over to be eye to eye with him. "If you dare to lay a finger on my friend again— if you even think about it— I'll become your personal nightmare." I stood upright again, his eyes full of hate and rage following my movements. "You don't deserve a bloody warning, but I'm a generous woman." Poison dripped off my tongue, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I stepped back and turned around.

My eyes met Fred's worried ones while I made my way to my friends; they surely had told him enough for the ginger to know this was no time for joking and teasing.

His gaze then flickered behind me with panic and I realized a tad too late I shouldn't have turned my back to McLaggen; at the end of the day, pride overpowered honour in a lot of Gryffindors.

I spun around, grabbing my wand from my pocket, but I wasn't fast enough; before I knew what was happening, Fred was in front of me, serving as a human shield from the jinx.

The unknown spell hit his back and propelled us in my friends' direction. I was quickly on my knees, sitting Fred up and earning a grunt in the process, which I initially thought was caused by the fall. "Are you mental?!" My friend casted an Expelliarmus at the younger Gryffindor, long forgotten due to Fred's actions.

"My back— AH!" He yelped when I tried to pull him up.

"OI!" A first year who had made his way to the first row of students frantically gestured at Fred's back. "He's bleeding!!"

"What?!" I made him lean on me to take a look at his white shirt, now stained with blood. What I thought to be a harmless jinx turned out to be fatal.

"He's not supposed to be bleeding!" Cormac shouted, as panicked as I was.

One of my friends said something about going to look for George while the others shoot off to look for Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Fred mumbled through gritted teeth, his voice shaky and weak. He felt so fragile in my arms, and I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.

"Fred—" his hands, which had been gripping my forearms, lost strength as the boy's body relaxed. "For fuck's sake don't fall asleep."

"... 'm trying..."

"FREDDIE!" His twin brother rushed to us, falling on his knees by his brother's side.

"I'm sorry." McLaggen had walked to us, keeping a safe distance.

"YOU'RE DEAD MCLAGGEN!" George stood up before I could stop him. Luckily for everyone, Madam Pomfrey showed up.

"Oh Lord! Mister Weasley, quick! Help me with your brother!" The Healer commanded, and soon they were pulling Fred off my grasp and rushing to the infirmary.

I was left in the middle of the hallway with my friends showering me with worried questions and reassurance.

What the fuck had just happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

During dinner, several girls and a couple of boys came to congratulate me for kicking McLaggen's balls, and it would have been a lot more satisfactory if Fred Weasley hadn't stepped in the middle.

As soon as I finished my meal, I headed to the infirmary through the now quiet halls, only to find there were too many people visiting.

Of course, George was there, along with their younger siblings and Lee Jordan, but in front of them stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and none other than Cormac McLaggen himself.

"—already told you it wasn't for you!"

"How is that an apology, Mister McLaggen?" McGonagall scolded him, refraining herself from hitting the boy herself.

"You better fucking run, McLaggen, because the moment I can step out of this bed I swear on Godric I will—"

"Enough, Mister Weasley!" I almost pitied the poor woman. Her House was probably the most problematic. "All of you must go to your dormitories, Mister Weasley needs to rest." I stood on the entrance of the room, unsure of whether I should leave or enter, until Flitwick's eyes landed on my form. He redirected McGonagall's attention to me, and I felt the need of shying away. "Miss Y/l/n," I didn't miss the failed attempt of Fred to move; luckily, he was stopped by his sister. "I suppose you wanted to pay a visit?"

"Uhm... I did, Professor." I confessed, fidgeting with the sleeves of my robe. "I know it's late—"

"Don't take too long." She spoke, motioning everyone to follow her. "Curfew is still at 10." She reminded me in a warning tone, passing by.

As soon as they were out, I made my way to Fred, who lay on his stomach in one of the beds, the sheets only covering his legs an hips in order to avoid the clothing chaffing his damaged skin.

"You have a heart after all, huh?" He teased once I stood in front of him.

"How are you?" He frowned at my genuine question; the ginger surely expected me to make a witty comeback, but again, it didn't seem the time.

"A tad better." He gave me a reassuring half smile, deciding to drop our banter for a night. "Flitwick said he used a stinging jinx but casted it wrong." Fred huffed. "A bloody tosser."

He motioned at the chair behind me and I sat down, scooting closer to the bed. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had jumped in front of me. It had hit his back, but I knew it was meant to hit my face —what a mess that would have been��, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"It's not on you." I felt my face flaring up at the ease with which he saw through me. I wasn't the first time he did that, but it was the first time he didn't use it to tease me.

"I know, I just—" I sighed. "I don't know." Though my sight was casted down, I still felt his worried gaze on me. "I'm gonna murder him."

"I reckon George will overtake us both on that." He tried to laugh but ended up in a since instead. "Or Gin. Maybe they'll team up with Ron and we'll find a corpse in the Gryffindor common room tomorrow." This time it was me who laughed. "How's your friend?"

"She'll be alright." I informed, distracting myself with a loose string at the hem of my skirt.

"And you?" I met his eyes with a hum leaving my mouth. "How are you?"

"Been better." I confessed.

Silence.

"Can you pass me the water?" I nodded, holding the glass in front of him and putting the straw in his mouth so he could take a couple of sips. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Silence again.

"Did you eat something?"

He scrunched his nose. "Not really."

"I'll go grab something from the kitchens." I didn't get far before his long fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"I'd rather have you here keeping my company." I then sat down again, his fingers only leaving my wrist to intertwin with mines. "I'm not hungry anyway."

More silence.

"Your hand is really soft." I reckon those words involuntarily escaped his lips by the way his eyes widened. "I don't know why I said that."

"Yours is too, surprisingly."

"Surprisingly?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I didn't quite realise what his grin was about until I spoke again.

"I imagined they'd be more rough." Oh no. "That came out wrong— I meant—"

"That you've imagined what my hands would feel like?" He was trying to bite back a laugh at the way my face turned red.

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Liar."

There we went again; the white flag was out.

"Fuck you."

"Please." My cheeks turned even redder, and I wanted to think it was because of the anger. "You look really cute when you blush."

"You look really cute when you keep your mouth shut."

"Then shut me, love." He wiggled his brows at me.

"I would, but I don't wanna punch you in this state."

"You're very agressive." He pointed out, shocked that I didn't get what he was implying. "I meant with a kiss."

"Ew-" I pretended to gag. "no!"

He tugged on my hand and pulled me to my knees falling right in front of his eyes with our faces inches away. "C'mon Y/l/n, we're dragging this on now." His eyes kept falling on my mouth after I had unconsciously chewed on my lower lip.

"We're... We're not dragging on anything." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Do you want me to start? Alright, you drive me mad." He forced his gaze to be fixed on mine. "You're annoying, rude and a pain in the arse." I huffed. "But you're also quick-witted and caring and brave." Gosh I hated how easily he made me blush. "Sometimes I want to punch you in that pretty face of yours but other times— most of the times— all I wanna do is kiss you." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "Hell, I threw myself between you and that blonker without thinking twice!"

He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting me to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.

"Miss Y/l/n," Madam Pomfrey called, making me let go of Fred's hand an stood up. "It's almost ten o'clock! Let Mister Weasley rest." I nodded, not even looking in Fred's direction as I exited the infirmary.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

The morning after the incident, Dean and Neville dragged in an unrecognisable McLaggen; they were probably the only ones who cared about that bloke enough to take him to Madam Pomfrey, though they did it half-heartedly.

I was discharged after three days in, right before lunch, and obviously, I was received as a hero; several people came to praise my bravery or ask how I was feeling, but I just wanted to see one person.

That night in the infirmary I was sure she felt the same way —hell, I had been sure for a couple of months— but after seeing her reaction, I didn't really know anymore.

I could always tell her it was a prank, and we would go back to our usual bickering. "Weasley!" Shit. "Fred!" She specified when the four of us turned at the call of our surname, almost jogging in my direction. "Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, darling." I prompted her without moving from my seat.

"In private?"

"Nah," I begged Godric for her not to see behind my grin the panic that produced me the mere thought of being left alone with her.

"Are you joking?" She huffed and, after taking a deep breath, she spoke. I wasn't expecting her to speak. "So you see, you're cheeky and stupid and not nearly as funny as you think." Ginny spit her pumpkin juice due to Y/n's harsh words. "but I... ugh! Okay— I want to kiss you too."

This time it was Ron who choked on his drink. "What's going on?"

"I feel like we missed an important part of this conversation." George commented.

This time it was Y/n who awaited for an answer. "This is literally the most embarrassing thing ever, so at least say something." She commanded in a rather rude tone, tapping her shoe against the floor.

I winced ever so slightly at the effort of getting up, but it was worth it when I saw her expression as I towered her; I reckon I had never seen her that sheepish before.

"That's a really mean way of saying you're attracted to me." I observed, quirking a brow at her. "Dunno why I fancy you so much."

"Well that makes the two of us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude before cupping her cheeks and bring her lips to mine.

Finally.

Despite being a short, innocent kiss, was enough to make us both blush and grin like idiots.

"Awww" I rolled my eyes at my twin's mockery, knowing damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do I feel like I'm gonna miss you two being at each other's throat?" I couldn't care less about Ron's question as Y/n pulled me down for another kiss.

Almost bleeding to death seemed worth it in that moment.

[lubdubsworld]

Cold Hearted ( But I still want it)

Taehyung x Oc

Organized Crime AU !

Violence, Sexually Explicit Content, abusive undertones.

Unhealthy relationships. 

“I’m meeting Jimin at that club in Itaewon for lunch. The new one. Keep the Aston Martin ready. I’ll drive myself.” Taehyung’s deep voice echoed through the room and his deputy hastened to acknowledge the order, a curt nod and quick phone call soon after. 

I glanced at my husband, expectant. 

“Take me with you.” I whispered, soft because he hated it when I raised my voice. 

He didn’t reply. 

At least not to me. 

“Just me. My lovely wife will be dining by herself in her room .  Maybe then, she’ll remember what happens when she blatantly disobeys me. ” He barely spared me a glance and i clenched my fists. 

I hadn’t gotten out of this god forsaken place in a month. I felt stir-crazy and trapped. It was a punishment, a way he controlled me and i hated it but I also hated myself for giving him a reason to punish me. 

It had been a reckless act of rebellion, done in a moment of frustrated anger and i had regretted it almost at once.

  I’d been upset because Taehyung had been ignoring me for work. i had missed him. Missed being in his arms, missed lounging around his office. Sitting on his lap while he held meetings in the large conference rooms. 

A quick kiss with some stranger in a pub was all it was supposed to be. Just to remind my husband what he was missing out on. 

But the idiot hadn’t taken no for an answer, had tried to push me into a bathroom stall and Taehyung had found me like that, screaming my head off with some drunk off his ass idiot trying to yank my dress up.

It hadn’t ended prettily.

The man had begged for forgiveness and so had I. 

But Taehyung wasn’t one to forgive and now, thanks to my impulsive act, a man lay dead at the bottom of the Han and i was locked in this house for a month. 

The bruises from that night, when he’d tied me up to the bed and fucked me so hard I cried, still decorated my thighs and hips. 

But apparently, it wasn’t enough. 

He wasn’t done punishing me yet. 

The resentment was all consuming. 

The simmering hurt, that feeling of being considered worthless, of being seen as a fucking toy... of being looked at like I didn’t deserve his attention..it always swelled and swelled till I snapped. 

And then he would  punish me for doing exactly what he had wanted me to do.....right until I snapped again . it was a vicious cycle. 

 how dare he. How fucking dare he. 

I stared down at the man  kneeling  in front of me, his gaze dripping with lust as he carefully rubbed liniment on my feet, fingers soft and gentle as he massaged the balls of my feet. His touches were reverent and worshipful almost, like he’s touching something valuable.

He also looked like he wanted to stick my toes inside his mouth. 

The pig. 

I’d wanted to go out to get my hair done , a manicure and a pedicure. But Taehyung had shut that down. Apparently the lecherous fool on his knees before me owned some expensive salon in the city. 

Taehyung was still angry, and apparently he had meant it when he said he wasn’t letting me out of the house till i learned a lesson.

 I hated him. But I had only acted out because I loved him and missed him and it was confusing. Infuriating.  

I grabbed the soft fur throw on the back of the couch and wrapped it around me. 

I exhaled sharply, looking away to the side, where my husband sat behind his desk, long legs propped up and  stretched out like a jaguar on one of the lavishly crafted tables, dressed in a white shirt and a black jacket. 

The shirt was snow-white unlike the blood that stained his fingers. The same fingers that were wrapped around a gun, the bullets out, the safety on as he carefully ran the muzzle up and down his torso. The gun was pretty much a prop with him.

Kim Taehyung did not use guns.

He used his knife.

I was broken out of my thoughts when a finger traced up my ankle and up my shin, right to the inside of my knee. And then further up to my thigh .

The touch foreign and unwelcome made me jump.

“Leave. Get the fuck away from me.” I snarled as I  pulled my leg away, no longer stomaching the man’s touch. He was being blatantly lewd in his touches and i didn’t want it.

Taehyung gave me a lazy look, clearly startled by my voice, breaking the stillness of  early morning.

“That better not be directed at me, princess.”

I swallowed.

“No..I...he...” I pointed at the man on the floor who seemed to have suddenly realized what he had just done. He held his hands up, eyes blown wide with fear.

My husband looked to us, eyes landing on the man giving me a pedicure.

Taehyung smelled fear like a shark sensed blood in the water and I saw him straighten, eyes narrowed, body thrumming.

“Is something wrong?” His gaze shifted to mine and I didn’t miss the way his fingers fluttered to his waist, where his trusty dagger stayed holstered to his hip.

I swallowed.

It was seven in the fucking morning.

Way too early to see some poor bastard lose his entire hand for groping the wife of the biggest mob boss in South Korea.

“Nothing. I’m just tired of your sick little games! ” I snapped , syllables coated with anger and that’s bold even for me. Bold and reckless and possibly a little suicidal.  

Lashing out at Taehyung in front of his sub-ordinates, acting out in front of his men. Its a big no no and I hate myself because surely, surely I’ve made things worse for myself.

Taehyung’s brow rose.

“Leave us. “ He said harshly.

The men in the room didn’t need to be told twice. I watched as they scurried out with a speed that was impressive. Icy dread washed over me as I drew my knees up to my chest, wrapped both arms around my legs and crawled back into the couch as he stood up so fast , the chair he was in went crashing to the wall. 

Tongue sandpaper dry and eyes wide, I leaned back fully, staring at him as he slowly walked over, face still and serene and perfectly beautiful and altogether terrifying.

“I think... I’ve been going too easy on you, little one..” He said gently, tone softly lilting and I closed my eyes when he reached out, fingers closing around my jaw, squeezing hard. 

“I’m sorry....” I blurted out , because futile though it was , apologizing, I couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be if I didn’t. 

He hummed.

“Your father’s dead. “ He said casually. 

My heart leapt up into my throat and I scrambled to get up but he held me down , pressing me into the couch with his weight as he began yanking on the buttons of my blouse. 

“Taehyung!! Why?! “ I whimpered. “ You promised...you promised you wouldn’t kill him!” I sobbed when yanked the silk fabric off my body, leaving me naked from the waist up. He grabbed my arms, turning me over till I was face down over the armrest , breasts pressed into the rough fabric of the couch as he made quick work of the rest of my clothes. 

Taehyung loved fucking me naked when he was fully clothed. It was his way of reminding just how different the two of us were. 

“And i didn’t! “ He grunted, yanking my skirt and panties down with ease.” Jimin did, when your father tried to plant a mole in his drug team.” 

I flinch when he gripped my thighs hard, spreading my legs. 

And then it all happened too fast : the clink of his belt buckle , the pull of his zipper and then the hard length of him, pushing in, splitting me open as he bottomed out inside me. 

Taehyung draped himself over me, every inch of him covering every inch of mine, the fabric of his silk shirt soft against my bare back and I flinched when he took the end of his tie, still knotted around his neck and stuffed it into my mouth, gagging me. 

The harsh pull of his fingers in my hair left me reeling and I screamed, sound muffled by the thick wad of the fabric in my mouth .

He kept his grip on my hair taut, yanking my head back just enough to sink his teeth into the curve of my neck, knees braced on the couch as he fucked into me in controlled thrusts, each push of his hips rubbing my body raw. 

“Know who’s taking over after your father?” He hissed, hand leaving my hair to wrap around my neck and squeeze. 

I whimpered when he pressed in just a little harder, hips jerking forward with a vengeance, enough force to move the hardwood oak couch we were on. The same couch that had taken four people to carry in. 

“Jeon Jungkook.” He snarled and I whimpered when his hands fumbled with his waist, my eyes going wide as I tilted my head, watched him grab the dagger out of its leather sheath. 

 Oh god...oh god no...

Was he going to kill me? Slit my throat?

Fear rendered me witless and I buked wildly, trying to throw him off but it was impossible . He was too damn heavy and too damn strong. 

“Remember him? Your precious boyfriend? “ He sneered , licking the skin behind my ear, lewd and disgusting as he sucked a hickey on the sensitive skin. “ The wonderful young man you were supposed to marry? Kind, generous  Jungkookie who was going to become a surgeon and rescue you from this cruel world of crime you were born into?? ” 

I sobbed out at the sharp pang of hurt that lanced my heart. Long buried memories surfaced and I had to bite my lips to keep them down , to stop my mind from splintering into tiny broken pieces. 

“Guess the lure of the darkness was too much for your little bunny after all.... He’s going to be a gangster. He’s going to be a murderer and a monster and the best thing...he’s going to be just ....like...me...” He hissed, and I shrieked, when brought the dagger down, slowly carefully, till the sharp edge of it rested right over the skin , just behind my ear. 

I felt the touch of the knife edge on my skin and closed my eyes. The sting was sharp and excruciating and i closed my eyes in agony and although I couldn’t see it, I knew exactly what he was carving into my skin. The slanting lines, one and then another. 

V.

I felt the sharp pain of the cut on my neck, just as he pulled the dagger away, my head throbbing as I felt wetness bead over my neck and spill, staining scarlet the couch beneath my head. 

“There. Now you wear my mark.” He whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “ And now you’ll wear  me.” 

He lifted himself up off me and before I could process what was happening he flipped me over, grabbing my leg and throwing it over his shoulder before fucking into me, hard and fast. 

“He’s going to start a war, i hear. A war over  you.  He wants you back , my love and I find myself hating the thought of losing you...” He hissed, fingers playing with my nipples, tugging and pinching till my eyes watered. 

I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head, pleasure blooming against my will and I whimpered when he pulled the tie out of my mouth, replacing it with his tongue. 

Taehyung kissed me gently, a contrast to how he fucked into me and I felt myself unravel in his arms, body spasming as he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves at my entrance,. 

“You’re mine little one ...” He whispered against my lips as I came , clenching down around his hardness, my breath loud and raspy and ruined. “ You’re mine and he can’t have you!!!”

I found myself breathless and choking as he chased his own pleasure, hips ruthless as he rammed into me and I dug my fingers into the couch, as he gripped my waist, hard enough to bruise . 

He shuddered as he came, spilling into me in a sticky wet mess that made my thighs damp and I could only tremble like a leaf caught in a storm. 

It took me  a second to realize that he was fully clothed and I was naked. 

I shook as he pulled up and away from me. Grabbing my clothes, I made to move but his fingers caught my wrists. 

“No.” He said sharply, glaring at me .

I swallowed. 

“Tae...”

“Drop that and come sit on me cock.” 

I felt my eyes tear up in protest.

“Please, don’t...”

“Didn’t you fucking hear me.” He sat back on the couch and I watched as he casually stroked his dick again, still half hard. 

Shaking, I moved to stand in front of him, letting him maneuver me till I was sitting on his lap, straddling his hips, the warm thickness of his cock slipping into my wetness with ease. 

“Stay that way, “ He whispered, pulling me closer till I lay on his chest, cheeks pressed against the fabric of his shirt. 

I gripped his shirt on the sides, fingers and legs trembling. He threw the fur throw on the both of us, covering my body from just below my shoulder blades. 

“Is he here?” He called out suddenly and I stiffened. 

Who?

“He’s here sir.”

“Send him up.”

I felt my entire body go stiff.

 No. No.

“If you fucking move, the love of your life will leave this room in a body bag.” Taehyung whispered softly. 

I sobbed. 

After a three whole years , this wasn’t how i wanted to see  him.

Footsteps behind me and then the sharp , sharp intake of breath. 

“Taehyung.” 

Jungkook’s voice rang through the room and I closed my eyes. 

“Jungkook-ah..... Such a pleasure. Please excuse my wife, she’s still a little exhausted from.... stuff.” He chuckled. “ Sit down . What can I do for you?” 

“She’s bleeding.” Jungkook’s voice was shaking. 

I startled. 

Taehyung hummed, thoughtful.

He ran his fingers over the cut behind my ear, gently and i winced . 

“This? Just a way to remind her ....and everyone else...that she’s mine.” Taehyung smiled. 

Jungkook’s chuckle was so familiar and so soft and I fought the urge to turn around and look at him. I couldn’t If I did. If I saw his face I would break down entirely. 

“Nothing is permanent hyung. Not in our world. What’s yours today can be mine tomorrow. Isn’t that how it works? .” 

Taehyung stiffened, gripping me harder around the waist. 

“You’re being rude, jagiya . Greet our guests.” Taehyung hissed, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to turn around and I sobbed out in shock, scrambling for the fur throw as it fell off my body, clutching it to my breasts as I stared at Jungkook. 

He looked devastated , eyes pained and brimming with hurt for one second before going obsidian with rage. 

“I’m going to fucking destroy you for this, Taehyung. " Jungkook swore. “  I’m going to tear you limb from limb, bury you six feet under and piss on your fucking grave, you son of a whoring bitch,.” 

Taehyung merely chuckled. 

“I look forward to it , Jungkookie.” He said carelessly, hugging me closer. “ Now leave. I intend to enjoy the company of my wife. You should get one for yourself, doctor. They make perfect playthings. “ 

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Author’s note : Well... its a one shot but I hope you guys liked it !! 

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Two Left Hooves [2/7] - Choice I

Choose your own adventure ~ “Die With Memories, not Dreams“

Characters: Technoblade x gn!reader, Philza

Summary: You decide to let Techno sleep with you. He spoons you, keeping you warm, and you dream about him… You wake up in the morning to him preparing your room. When you get downstairs, you notice him hiding a hard-on, and you both decide to deal with it the rough way.

Warnings: Cussing, praise kink, rough sex NSFW!! MINORS DNI

IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE INTRO AND CHOSEN YOUR ROUTE, DO SO HERE: INTRO

~Recap~

I could feel my blood rush to my face as they asked if I’d sleep with them. I turned to the fireplace and lit the fire, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Only if you’re ok with it,” I said.

They paused and my heartbeat harder, unsure what they were going to say. I started preparing the fire, putting the hesitation out of my mind.

~Recap Complete~

— The Bird —

Techno is so cute when he’s trying to hide his shame. As if he should be ashamed of offering to sleep with me. It didn’t need to mean anything, but it obviously did to him. Never one to pass up and opportunity to make fun of him, I took the bait.

“Please, that fire is not going to be enough,” I cuddled up into the cloak, looking bashfully at him, “I need some body heat, pig boy.”

“Is it really that cold in here?” His voice was slightly shaky.

“Yeah, and I promise I won’t try to fuck you,” I said, “Unless you want to, of course,”

He stopped, not looking up. I could tell his face was burning because his ears were bright red, a sure sign of embarrassment. I hit the right nerve, and I watched eagerly to see what he did next.

“Let’s take a raincheck,” he said, “but if that’s what dates do then I’m down.”

I turned his words over in your head, half dumb-struck, half… well…

“I’m joking, Bird,” He says, his blush is gone, replaced by a victorious smile, “And I think you were, too,”

“What makes you think that?” I said innocently.

“Shut up and get dressed,” He squinted at me and shook his head, “I’ll be back up in a few.”

With that, he left. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand, my hands getting clammy. His cape around me felt heavy as if he were there holding me. I shook the thought out of my head, ignoring the sudden arousal stirring inside of me.

Bracing for the cold, I shucked his cape off and then the rest of my clothes. Part of me silently hoped he’d walk in on me undressing, see me there and… no. I slipped on a pair of comfy pants and a soft shirt. Even if Techno wanted to, he would never say it, and it’s too hard to read him to risk bringing it up.

I draped his cape across the back of a chair and scurried under a pile of woven blankets and furs on the bed. It was still cold, but I ignored my goosebumps and shut my eyes.

— Techno —

By the time I had gotten upstairs, it looked like they were already asleep. I thought about leaving them there, deep in slumber, and going downstairs to sleep on the couch, but when I touched their neck, my hand froze. They were incredibly cold and still shivering. Thank god the banquet isn’t supposed to take place here, I think they’d freeze to death.

I wriggled under the blanket, heart pounding. They were cold to the touch all over, but I held them close to me anyway. Slowly, I tucked my leg in between theirs to warm their legs. I wrapped my arms around them and held them close to my chest, quickly realizing they were still awake.

“Mmm, Techno,” They mumbled.

“What?”

“You’re so warm,” they quietly laughed, “like a radiator.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

“So you’re cute and hot, huh?” They teased. I blushed again, this time not hiding it. There was no chance I’d be able to hide that and my arousal at the same time, and one was obviously more important.

I did not want them freaking out if they realized I was hard, so I shoved those feelings deep down somewhere in an attempt to forget about it.

Soon, my eyelids grew heavy, and Bird was asleep in my arms.

— The Bird’s dream —

He’s there, he’s right there. I need to go see him, I need to get there before it’s too late. There are so many people in the way that I’m not going to be there in time to dance. Who are all these people? They whisper about him as if they know him as if they watch his every step and live in his mind. Left and right, they whisper things about me, about him.

“Did you hear, he’s going to the ball!”

“Oh and with that beautiful bird,”

“If only they knew. Tsk.”

Their eyes were unmoving, fixated on me. I shoved my way through the crowd, suddenly falling into the void.

“Did you really think it was going to be that simple? That you’d just seduce him with the snap of your fingers? He’s not a dog, he can’t be trained. He’s a wild animal. He’s unstable, He’ll break your heart, little bird.” A voice boomed, echoing in my mind.

I’m below him, he’s thrusting into me in a white space, the voice was gone and there was no sound except for the quiet moans escaping his lips.

— The Bird —

I gasped, suddenly wide awake. Techno wakes, breathing into me. I’m back in his bed, the man behind me was stirring, opening his eyes. His arms were wrapped around me, pressing my back against his chest, his leg was between mine.

“Bird,” He whispers.

I shifted so I faced him, burying my face into his chest, which I realized was bare. He pulled me closer, softly squeezing me.

“Sorry, go back to sleep,” I said. He was already sleeping

— Techno —

The sun was in my eyes, making my vision red before I even opened my eyes. I was holding them in my arms, they silently snored, unaware I was awake. The curtains had been left open and sunlight spilt into the room in an orange glow. The fire had gone out sometime last night and the stale air was cold in my nose.

I kissed them on the forehead, reluctantly letting them go and standing up. I carefully shut the curtains and lit the fire. When I looked back at the bed, they were watching me, smiling.

“Good morning,” I said.

“G’morn’n” they muttered, still half asleep.

This was a strange feeling. Everything was right in the world, the gods were finally smiling down at me. Fuck, they’re so cute.

I picked myself up, moving to open the furthest curtains slightly to allow them to get up if they wanted. In what would be a small gesture for most people, I put their clothes for today out on the chair, where they’d left my cape.

I lifted it up, pulling it close to my face to free the end from the top of the chair. It smelled like them, even though they’d only been wearing it for a few minutes.

I trot down the stairs, leaving them to awaken alone. I hung my cape on its stand and went to the kitchen. I grabbed some bread and tore a chunk out of it, absentmindedly chewing.

We know what you want, Techno. They know, too. They want it, you want it, so what’s stopping you? Huh? Oh, and you can feel that?! It’s lust, Techno. I know you know who it’s for. I cursed at the voices to shut it, I’d had enough teasing for today. I didn’t need to be enticed further, just being around them was enough.

The floor creaked above me, meaning they’d gotten up for the day. I tried to take deep breaths to slow my heartbeat, but I couldn’t stop the hard-on I was getting. What are you gonna do now, big boy? They’re gonna see you biting back an erection in the kitchen. You’re going to scare them away. You’re going to put them on their knees-

Their face peeked around the stair entrance, searching for me. I composed myself as best I could. They nodded at me and rushed down the stairs, still dressed in the clothes from last night.

Their hair was a bird’s nest, fitting. Their shirt was half-tucked into their pants, which hugged their form and cut just before the ankles. Their bare feet were playfully pattering towards me.

“Like what you see?” They asked.

I cleared my throat and swallowed the bread, “I left clothes for you on the chair if you want to change.”

“You’re not changed,” they poked my chest, eying my abs, “You’re being a hypocrite.”

“Am not,” I was. “You’re going to freeze in that, I’m fine as I am.”

“That’s why you’re here, remember?”

The blush was too fast to hide. Thankfully, they’d already looked away and at the bread in my hand.

“Can I have it?” They asked as they plucked it from my hands, not waiting for a response.

“Um, you already do…” The voices were picking up again, shoving themselves into the front of my mind. You want them to devour you like that, don’t you? You want to feed them something more… substantial.

“Shut-“ I said.

They paused, “What?” Their mouth was stuffed with bread and my mind raced. I could fit in there, and it would be so nice, tight, wet…

“It’s nothing. I need to get dressed if you’re not going to,” My dick pulsed, begging for release. I knew I liked them, but this was new. Last night, I couldn’t help but imagine what it’d be like to fuck them. They’re so small compared to me. I’d fit in so nicely.

“No, stay.” They demanded.

I was already heading for the stairs, and I didn’t face them, knowing the tent in my pants was a dead giveaway. “Why? What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll suck your dick.” They said. It was a bit too honest and my face burned, my mind pleading for me to flip them over and destroy their innocence.

“Bet,” I said, or rather, the voices said through me. Regret rushed through me as their footsteps approached.

“As if I didn’t notice, Technoblade,” They said, now in front of me. My shame was palpable. “I felt it last night, and I saw it this morning. You are so adorable.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just looked at them blankly.

“I’m being serious,” They said, crossing their arms, “I need to destress and honestly, I haven’t been fucked in a long time, so just let me know. The offer’s open.”

They began to walk away, taking my blank stare as disinterest. I grabbed their arm, holding them in place. I looked them in the eye, glimmering in the morning light, the last bits of dusk were barely visible in their pupils. Their lips parted partially as their eyes met mine. Do it, I know you want to.

“I do,” I said, out loud. My thoughts were getting a little too audible.

“You do… what?”

I grabbed their face and kissed them harshly.

— The Bird —

When I first saw Techno cleaning upstairs, I was enthralled in his form. He looked lean with his shirts on, like an emaciated cow. With it off, I could see the curves of his muscles, how they flexed when he picked something up.

He was also covered in scars. They were lighter than his normal skin tone, and they were raised slightly. Some of them looked older than others, and I couldn’t help but imagine him telling the stories behind each and every one.

As I woke up more and my eyes adjusted to the light, I also noticed his bulge, which I was desperate to unsee. The dream from last night was fuzzy, but my pants were still damp from it. I remember him over me, letting me have it and-

“Good morning,” He said.

I barely mumbled a reply, silently running scenarios through my mind. He could slip back into bed and destroy me. I would be screaming his name in minutes. The tent in his pants was nothing less than an invitation.

-

“You do… what?”

He grabbed my face and pushed his lips onto mine. I moaned slightly into it, knowing it would put a sizable dent in the walls he’d put up around his heart.

He pulled back, “I can… can you?” He couldn’t even form full sentences. It’s almost like he was in heat.

I pushed him lightly against the wall and got on my knees. Fuck, am I really doing this? He’s my best friend, does he even care about me? Am I doing this just to have it ruin the banquet? Our relationship is going to go off the fucking rails if I do this.

I was already putting my hand on his dick. I could feel the precum soak through the fabric. I rubbed its head, putting my other hand in his pants to get a real grip on it.

“Is this ok?” I had to ask. There’s no dignity in assuming.

“Yes,” he growled, pushing my hand down into his pants, “Just… oh gods-“

I put my hand around his dick, my fingers couldn’t even touch, that’s how thick it was. It was not going to fit all the way in my mouth. It’d be like trying to eat a fence post, but I wouldn’t let that stop me.

I put my thumb on the tip, rubbing the precum on the head, then licking my fingers, tasting his lust for me. Sizing it up, I licked the tip, then kissed it, trying to test my limits. Each time I touched a new area, he would quiver slightly. Had he ever even fucked anyone before? That was a nice thought… I’d take his virginity.

I tucked my teeth behind my lips and took the head of his dick into my mouth. I sucked slightly, relishing at the moment.

“Please…” He begged for me to take it deeper. I obliged, pushing my mouth further down the shaft, feeling the veins and curves with my tongue, sending him spiralling. For a man who’s killed entire countries, he was incredibly sensitive.

I started to bob my head on his dick. His hand flew to my head, grabbing my hair by the roots. He followed my lead and stayed still, breathing heavily as I got further down the shaft, close to the base.

Instead of waiting, he took it upon himself to thrust into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged hard, my eyes tearing up from the pressure. He slowed but did not fail to push himself deep into my throat over and over again.

He pulled out, panting. “Techno…” I moaned. I was starting to sit in a pool of slick, my body preparing for his entrance. I could feel my insides tense up and release over and over, gripping around nothing, desperate for his dick.

“Fuck me, Techno…” I muttered.

He picked me up from the waist, his dick still hard and pulsing. He carried me to the couch and flipped me onto my stomach, facing away from him. My legs hung off the end of the couch, spread to allow for easy access. I could hear my own heartbeat. I’d never had anyone inside of me, and he was a scary first-time.

“Go easy, Tech,” I said.

“I can’t make any promises,” He said, adding, “But if it’s too much, tell me to stop.”

He grabbed me by the hips, positioning himself behind me. The head of his dick was pressed to my hole, his hands digging into my sides, preparing for penetration.

I was soaking wet by now, practically dripping onto the carpet. Thank gods I was because he pushed in without warning.

“F-FUCK,” I screamed, the moans no longer being held back.

“Shh, Phil will hear you,” He whispered in my ear.

He pulled out and thrust in again. This time pleasure outweighed the pain. My insides were making room for his enormous penis. My walls gripped around him, trying to milk the cum out of him.

Now he started a rhythm, the sounds of skin slapping against skin was loud enough that Phil could definitely hear it. Techno was not going easy on me.

He pounded into me, rearranging my insides. Every thrust was met with an accompanying moan escaping from my mouth, loud and unrelenting. I held onto the couch for dear life and prayed to the gods I’d make it out of this able to walk.

My core tightened, signalling what was to come. He leaned over, his chest on my back like we were in bed, and he whispered praise into my ear.

“You’re so tight, ugh”, “You’re doing so well,”, “I’m gonna cum into you”, “I’m gonna make you quiver and scream in ecstasy, baby”, “be a good bird and cum for me, huh?”

He was so close, and I was close behind. His thrusts lost rhythm as he lost his sense of words. They became spastic, spaced randomly, going down to the base every time. His moans and grunts were getting louder and my moans had turned into whines.

I felt my eyes water as the pressure in my gut built. He thrust in hard a few more times, sending me over the edge.

“Techno, ah, fuck… AAAAH!” I screamed. My legs shook as my body tensed up, squeezing his dick inside of me, he pulled out and pushed back in again as I shuttered under him.

“I’m - ‘m gonna,” he stuttered. He shoved himself all the way in, pushing everything inside of me out of the way. I felt the liquid fill me up, his cum hitting my walls and making me shake uncontrollably. He held my hand as I continued to moan and whine, overstimulated from his load.

“Holy… shit,” He huffed.

“T-Techno,” He was still inside of me, shooting another rope of cum into me.

“Fu-uck.”

My orgasm ended with a final squeeze, leaving me to quiver below him as he came. Eventually, he pulled out. I felt empty but more full than I was before he went in. His cum was still sloshing around inside of me. I rolled over to look at him, our cum dripping out of me. He looked at me, no, through me. It was the face he made when he was thinking about the future, when he was testing his possibilities.

“Techno, I-“ I whined, still sensitive.

“This stays between us alone, alright?” He breathed.

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” I said.

He laughed, now finally looking at me properly. I smiled and laughed back, just basking in the ridiculousness of what just happened. Part of me wished he picked me up and put me back on him. Another part of me wished I’d somehow end up carrying his children. The rational part of me was worried he’d shove this memory so far down that he’d forget about it completely. I wouldn’t let that happen.

— Philza —

“Hey, you two…” I creaked open the front door to Techno’s cabin. The couch was a mess like someone had tipped it over and roughly put everything back in place. Oddly, nothing else was awry, and Techno was in the kitchen, making eggs like nothing ever happened.

The bird smiled at me, “Hey Phil, good morning!” They seemed very chipper for having just woken up. Both of them were already dressed in the day’s clothes, excluding overcoats that hung on the hooks by the door.

“Hello, Phil,” Techno nodded at me. His hair was dishevelled, to say the least.

“What was all that screaming about? Did a creeper almost explode in here or something?”

Techno’s ears pinked, the bird responded, “No, Techno just scared me. I woke up and I just saw this silhouette standing over the bed. Apparently, he was not a demon, and I startled him more than I think he did me.”

“Jesus, you have to stop standing creepily in people’s peripheral, Techno.” I laughed.

“Yeah, I didn’t even know they were awake. They were completely hidden under the pile of blankets.” Techno responded, not looking back at me. I detected a hint of deceit but brushed it off.

“It’s nice to see you, mate,” I said to the bird, wandering over to join them at the breakfast bar. I sat down on a stool next to them, putting the notebook on the counter in front of me. “I’ve got something for you.”

“Ooh, what is it?” They said, sliding the notebook over to them. I reached over and opened it to the page I was referring to.

“The banquet has a dress code, and I’m assuming you don’t have anything that matches it,” Everything they wore was forest green or yellow, sometimes they had black or white clothes, but it was few and far between.

“What’s the dress code?”

“It’s blue, black, white, and gold,” I pointed to two drawings on the page, “I’m thinking either I make you a dress or a tuxedo, or I can mix the two. A tux top with a skirt. What do you think?”

They pressed their lips together, surveying their options. I tried my best to draw them, although they were rough sketches of a fancier design in my head. I could draw buildings and architecture for my blueprints, but flowy things were not as easy.

/// UNDER CONSTRUCTION BRRRRRRRRRR ///

Choose your garment! It only affects the story slightly, I promise! There is no gender attached to them, it just changes how you’ll interact with people :)

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Tux-dress

Tuxedo

[littlefreya]

The Kitten & The Bear - Part 2

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Summary: Walter’s bratty wife has gotten herself in trouble with the law. meaning her own husband. 

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x OFC (first person pov)

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Bratty behaviour, dominant BDE husband, abuse of power, arrest, bondage, teasing, grinding, loads of sexual innuendo, mentions of oral, promiscuous behavior, fingering, lewd and dirty talk, manum sasquatch Walter.  

A/N: So both Marti and I were so anxious you guys won’t like it and we were literally overwhelmed by the amazing reception, so thank you so much guys! As promised, here is part 2! The thickens plot! Reminding you this is a collab between @wolvesandhoundshowltogether​ and I based on your role play game. 

Title: The Kitten & the Bear

With the alcohol flushing through my veins, mingled with the sheer exhilaration of anger, I became more daring than ever.

“I think you are just scared because we both know you are never going to tame me.”

With the harsh grip of Walter's arm, I was yanked from the hood, turned and forced to look at his face.

"Do I look like I'm enjoying it?" It resonated in his mind that he was going to have to take his own wife, whom he'd just arrested, to the precinct where everyone knows him. 

'For fuck's sake!' This may jeopardise his career at MPD. A detective having a wife with a police record... 

'Fucking great'.

It's one thing that I acted like a brat at home, but that was his workplace, where he'd have to take me - looking like that. 

His cock twitched as he looked at my dress again.

~~~

Colder than the air itself, the deprived energy in Walter's cerulean gaze cut like diamonds. There was a battle in his glassy cold stare, and I recognised that furious desire, being the only person who really knew Walter Marshall. His hand was still on my wrists, pressing the cuffs hard against the small of my back and my thighs slightly parted as he stood too close.

I trembled and not just from the chilling cold. "If you are asking for my sincere opinion, then yes, I think you are, by the look of it," I answered and gandered down his groin and back at his face, giving him a bitchy grin. "I strictly remember ending with your head between my thighs last time I wore this dress" I provoked. "Hold on to that memory, it's going to be a while." 

Walter cocked his head to the side, pretending to think about my ultimatum, before suddenly stepping closer to haul me flush against him. I felt not only the warmth of the bulge at his groin but the cold hard outline of his gun against my stomach. I gasped as he leant close to my face and his lips hovered over mine while he ground his hips against me. 

A moan escaped me when he suddenly pulled back.

"Don't make threats you can't keep. Your little cunt is always hungry for attention."

Keylah and Stephanie exchanged astonished glares between them as they watched the heated battle. I continued to frown, trying to remain stoic, but the creeping chill made me tremble as the freezing metal of the car pressed against the back of my knees.

His obliviousness to how cold I was, the way he was treating me and his words only further fuelled my anger. I was like an unleashed hellcat, unable to stop my own stupid mouth.

"Don't test me. Both you and I know how clingy you are Mr. "promise-me-you'll-never-leave-me." I spat back his own words to him. Words he blurted out in a vulnerable moment the night before while he was making sweet, intimate, passionate love to me. 

It really was a low blow from my side.

Walter felt like his stomach got headbutted by an angry bull when my cruel words registered. The previous night he found me at home with the entrance door unlocked while I'd been blasting music. He had an exceptionally shitty day as a criminal who abducted a woman from her own home had to be set free for lack of enough evidence against him.

The fight that followed between us culminated in passionate makeup sex. He asked to be handcuffed to the headboard so that he wouldn't unleash all his desperate anger and accidentally hurt me. In an especially vulnerable moment, he begged me never to leave him, not for what he does nor for who he is. 

And here I was, throwing it back to his face.

"Fucking bitch," he hissed so only I could hear it. I gasped as I could see the exact moment Walter transformed back from my husband to the cop who responded to the crime scene. As if he suddenly needed to hide behind the mask of a stoic, invulnerable officer.

Without another statement, he grabbed one of my forearms, dragged me to the open back door of the car and tossed me inside. My upper body landed on Keylah's lap while he circled the car, got in the driver's seat and started the engine.

"Pig!" I shouted at him as Keylah helped me adjust and deliberately pushed me to sit in the middle seat so I could stare at him during the ride to the station. I leaned back, looking at him through the rearview mirror. He was not staring back, keeping his forbearing eyes on the road.

"Sooooo…" Stephanie uttered, "Magnum, is it really 10 inches?"

Walter just glared at Stephanie but provided no answer. After a moment's pondering, he threw a glance at me through the mirror, and drew one of his brows up, challenging me to answer Steph.

I crooked my eyebrow back at him, spreading my legs to show him the red silk panties I wore beneath my dress. 

"Well you know, it's basically a cock that has a man attached to it." 

Keylah snorted and shook her head with disbelief, "No fucking way she is that lucky, I call bullshit, sorry Walter." 

Again Walter didn't reply to her, just straightened in his seat a little and cocked his chin forward, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. If his whole demeanour wouldn't have answered Steph's question, it was my blush, visible even in the dark backseat, that made it clear that Walter's big dick energy did not end with the energy. Both girls gasped. 

"Fuck, bitch!" Keylah squealed, and they both started giggling while I remained silent as the blush permeated to my chest. 

"But what I want to know is if the police baton's thick too," Stephanie added and stared at me. I remained quiet for a moment, spreading my legs further for him to see the sticky patch at the apex of my body. Between every street lamp, the light danced over the backseat, illuminating the girls and me.

"Look at him," I finally uttered, "everything is thick and girthy, especially his skull".

The girls howled with excitement.

My lewd reference to Walter's size and girth made the corner of his mouth twitch almost unnoticeably as he was watching the road with an unbearably cocky expression. His eyes then ventured to the rearview mirror. Immediately they widened, and his face hardened simultaneously when he noticed the little dark spot on my panties between my spread legs. He instantly turned his head back to the road and switched the radio on. 

I could see the little twitching muscle in his cheek, his jaw straining as he noticed me spreading my legs. The fact that the gals wouldn't shut up about his cock and began making jokes didn't help either. I squirmed slightly on the leather seat and bit my lip, letting him see what he can't have. 

"Magnum, I bet you are one of them who likes it when she gags on your big fat cock."

"Steph, I'm sitting right here!" I called out. "You can just ask me, and I'll tell you how deep he likes to go!"

"I bet, Jen has a broken cervix, that's why she takes a lot of days off from work," Keylah laughed. "Detective Walter Marshall, cervix destroyer." 

Losing all patience Walter slammed the break, and we scrambled forward against the partition.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALL THREE OF YOU!" His eyes were blazing as he turned his head back and looked at us between the two front seats. "Do you even understand you're going to a holding cell?" 

But before Keylah or Steph could blurt out some snarky comment, I breathed out "Yes, sir", which immediately short-circuited Walter's mind. He was the one yelling for silence, yet I quieted him with two syllables. He bit both his lips, turned back and started driving again.

The girls glared at one another, shivering, unable to hide the twinge of exhilaration from Walter's alpha behaviour and how it broke me into submission. On any other day, I'd have told them to back off from my man, but we all knew it was prohibited to speak right now.

The rest of the drive to the station passed in lingering silence. Keylah brushed and fixed my hair carefully while I glared at Walter - half angry, half lustful and utterly missing my husband. Still, my ego prevented me from showing any emotion other than rage. 

As he finally parked the car, I looked at the giant stuffed bear next to him. Still rather intoxicated I whispered to the girls "there are two of them."

~~~

After Walter parked the car, he remained seated for a couple of seconds. The reference that he was my big bear sent little tendrils of softness straight into his heart at a most inconvenient moment and looking at me through the mirror he only started to realise that I will be exposed at the police station. 

Care, duty and the desire to discipline me were warring inside of him.

"Keylah, Stephanie, get out and give us a minute" he orders the girls. 

~~~

The girls opened the doors from each side. They quietly exited the police car, giving me a sympathetic look and standing outside, hugging themselves from the cold of the night. I kept quiet, looking at Walter and waiting for him to speak while chewing the inside of my cheeks.

 It was then that I realised how painful my wrists were with the cuffs around them. I wanted to go home, I hated him right now. 

Walter sensed my hatred and distress and opened his mouth to speak, "The better you'll behave, the quicker this will be over." 

He waited for a response, but I said nothing, so he drew his brows. "If you decide to behave yourself, I'll take off your handcuffs right now, and you can retain a shred of dignity at my workplace." Still nothing. "So the way this will go down depends entirely on you." 

My legs began to jump anxiously while I kept gnawing at the soft tissue of my mouth until it began hurting, "you proved your point, Walter, I want to go home now," I answered with irritation, feeling completely helpless. He gave a heavy sigh and lowered his gaze to the red slutty pumps around my feet, 

"This wouldn't have happened if…" I began speaking.

Forcing his eyes from my red shoes and mouth-watering legs, Walter interrupted me by shooting me a hard look, "...if you hadn't vandalised the store. Don't even try shifting the blame."

He got out, stepped to the back seat door, leaned in and pulled me out. I stood on wobbly legs when he gave me one last chance. "I ask again. Can you behave yourself enough to go in without handcuffs?"

His sheer hulking height and his broad shoulders dwarfed me. Even with these heels, I was puny compared to him. But then again, Walter was known as the largest guy in town. Visibly shaking, my legs almost bucked down as he looked at my face anticipating an answer. What agitated and excited me most was how professional he remained.

"I'm not going to run or hurt anyone," I said matter-of-factly. "I'm still your wife, not some criminal in case you forgot." I looked away from him, indicating that I was hurt by his mistreatment, wrongly thinking I deserved special treatment.

"I haven't forgotten that you're my wife," Walter retorted. 

How could he ever? 

Taking out a small key from his pocket, he turned me to uncuff my wrists and continued behind me, "But as far as this whole ordeal is concerned, tonight you are first and foremost a person in custody, and I'm the arresting cop, so behave accordingly."

His words and the sensation of his fingers around my wrists made my entire skin tingle and become riddled with goosebumps. For whatever reason other than him being my husband, I was longing for him despite my anger and how degrading this situation was, perhaps even because of it.

"Yes, Sir", I answered coldly, my eyes floating to the dark sky before he guided me toward him and our eyes met fiercely. 

The way our gaze clashed made time stop. He could see the scared longing in my glare, and I could see for the first time tonight his inner conflict.

I didn't have time to further contemplate this because Walter's hand shot out, grabbed my nape and pulled me close to a devastating kiss. He drew my head so that my ear almost touched his mouth so he could whisper, "It's going to be alright, my little wild cat."

Both Stephanie and Keylah gasped behind us and then whispered between them, giggling like cheerleaders. 

My chest was nearly empty as I looked up to his gaze, my lips swollen with need. It became very apparent that we hadn't touched one another for the last 24 hours and fuck, I just wanted more. No matter how aggravated and humiliated I felt, I wanted my big grizzly bear to touch me. 

He spun me around to lead me in. My legs almost failed me. It was cold, I was shaken from the kiss, and the last thing I needed was all his colleagues seeing me like this. 

Walter headed into the building followed by us. It provided a very comical scene as I insisted that Walter bring the teddy bear in for me. When we entered the bullpen, everyone got quiet seeing the big scary cop with a huge stuffed bear under an arm, surrounded by the three dolled up, tipsy babes. 

The sergeant blurted out "What the hell?"

I beamed at him "Hey, Sarge. How's Sue? We came to party!"

"No, they didn't." Walter cut in angrily as everyone was ogling me.

I couldn't help but smile and wink at all the guys, behaving as if this was nothing but a show, while both Stephanie and Keylah snickered seeing all the baffled looks. It was as if the moment we had an audience, we regressed into thinking we owned the place, marching past Walter as if he was our guard dog rather than our captor.

I flung my hair from side to side, snapping my heels and swaying my hips to emphasise the curve of my ass. I could feel the shift in Walter's demeanour, and I suddenly paused and bent over in front of him, pretending to fix the strap of my heel so he could get a good look of my ass.

"What's going on?" the sarge asked amused and Walter had to blink fast to drag his eyes off my slutty pose.

"They are the perps of the store vandalism." 

Everyone's jaw dropped, but I shrugged innocently.

"I just wanted a teddy bear," I pouted.

Having had enough, Walter grabbed my upper arm and signalled to the girls to follow us to a desk.

"You want some coffee, ladies?" Toby asked with literal heart eyes.

"They are NOT guests." Walter hissed, but I answered sweetly, "Milk, no sugar, please."

He pushed me down on the chair, and by the firmness of his grip, I knew he was forcing himself to be as gentle as possible. My ass hit the hard plastic with a small huff, and I giggled at the smack.

"Don't move!" Walter grunted as he went to get the paperwork. Obviously, the girls and I began whispering between us, giving Walter sneaky glances and then chuckling loudly.

Not understanding Walter's message, Toby came along with a hearty cup of coffee, handing it to me.

"You're a saint," I thanked him and took a gulp, groaning as the liquid hit the back of my throat. "That's a really great tie, Toby," I then added and got up to lean forward on the desk, grabbing his tie and examining it up close.

I knew every single guy at the station was currently staring at my ass, whether they wanted to or not. It took me back to prom year when every guy in school had wanted to get a piece of me, and none of them had a flying chance. I couldn't deny I loved the attention, especially after having none of it all day long as my husband was acting more like a cop than a lover. 

Walter marched back to the desk, ordering the lovestruck Toby to fill out the reports of Keylah and Steph, and dragged me away. 

The officer at fingerprinting jumped as a huge sasquatch of a detective kicked the door open and marched in, dragging a smirking babe with him. 

"C-can I he-"

"I'll handle it. Get out" Walter barked at him. The guy scurried away, and Walter sat me down, circling the fingerprinting station. I watched mesmerised as he silently, methodically prepared the ink pad.

Intimidation struck the chords of my heart as I watched my husband being completely efficient and professional. I was impressed, having met him when he'd already been in the police force I never had a chance to see this part of his life. It's something he always kept away from me, afraid it would terrify me.

Well, I was terrified indeed, and the fact that he was actually going through with the entire process made me tremble.

"Can we drop the act?" I asked when there was no audience left. I crossed my legs together and folded my arms around my chest defensively, "or are you keen on putting your wife behind bars as well, so no one but you gets to have her?"  

Walter's nostrils flared, but he simply said "It's not an act. Charges will be brought against you. My guess is parole or community service," he explained as he pressed my fingers on the ink pad and then on the respective brackets on the paper one by one.

My lips trembled as the information sank in and I jumped up from the chair just as Walter finished with my left pinky. 

"I don't want it! Neither parole nor community service!" I burst out, "You're my husband!" my voice hitched, "Do something!"

I looked at the stern, unimpressed glare he was giving me and then frowned as he simply rolled his eyes at me. But of course, what made me think I was the first person to beg him not to charge them? 

"Sit. Down." He answered calmly while I stood infuriated and shook my head with protest.

"You have the very power to make these charges go away! You are doing this on purpose!" I pointed my ink-stained finger at him and started stomping my feet in the ground. 

"What if I'll march right out of this room? You going to throw me into a cell, Walter? Oh oh, excuse me, Office Marshall, SIR!" I slurred with disrespect.

"I don't know what you mean by "this", but the only thing I'm doing on purpose is my fucking job", Walter said in a menacingly low voice. "And yes, if you march out of this room without my permission as arresting officer, I am obligated to throw you in a cell." He leaned back in his chair and stared in my eyes with unflinching confidence.

"You gonna throw me in a cell!? Your wife!?" I cocked my eyebrow at him daringly. "You sure about that?" I stretched up and straightened my dress, pulling the hem down over my thigh as it kept riding up.

Walter tilted his head unimpressed, his brows rising as if he was waiting to see if I was really willing to risk challenging both his authority and power. 

"I'd think of the consequences if I were you!" I spat out and turned on my heels and snapped at the door, opening it wide open and stepping outside courageously. 

I walked out of the room and started running in the empty hallway, my heels clicking loud. It didn't even take me ten steps when Walter's body pressed to my back, pushing me against the wall. He turned me toward him, and by the time I understood what was going on, he put back the handcuffs on my hands in the front. He then dragged me to the interrogation room's anteroom where people were working. 

Walter didn't stop at the sight of them, he took me to the interrogation room where one wall was a one-way mirror. 

"WALTER!!!" I shrieked, panting with both shock and effort while he hauled me by my nape and forced me down on the chair, making the metal chair hit me hard on the ass. 

Adrenaline surged through me, my breasts rose up and down in the cleave of my tight dress.

"Are you fucking out of your fucking mind?!" I screamed at him and then peered at the mirror, realising everyone could see us. "If you don't take me home now I will never speak to you again!" 

Walter refused to be baited. Stepping out to the anteroom, he shut the door behind him so that I won't hear what he was saying to them. The officers gawked at him. "Get out", he said in a low voice, and they jumped and rushed out. 

Unbeknownst to me, Walter locked the anteroom's door with a flick of his wrist, making sure no one would disturb us, then he turned back and marched in. He circled the desk and sat on the edge, one of his thighs almost touching me. My glossy eyes rounded up as I stared at him. 

"That's enough," he said in a low voice as if there were still someone watching through the mirror. 

I looked at the mirror frightened, thinking of the audience who sat there before redirecting my gaze to Walter. My heart was racing so badly I could feel it in my ears. 

"Walter, I swear I'm not going to speak to you ever again" I fumed. He was giving me a condescending look and fuck, he was too attractive when he was angry and pumped of authority. I couldn't help but clench my thighs beneath the desk.

Walter ignored the pang I caused him by blackmailing him with our relationship as he watched the top of my thighs rubbing together. He hardened his face, stood up and walked back to the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

He said nothing but I got inspired by his arousingly hard look. Glancing at the mirror behind where the cops were watching, I decided that the only way to get to that thick cop brain of his is causing a scandal that will force him to take me home.

Taking a deep breath, I regained my forces and tried to appear as strong as I could. An opposing force to his absolute control of the situation.

"Do your colleagues know you stalk your wife?" I asked him, my voice dropping lower, my eyes cutting into his like daggers. Walter gave an unimpressed glare, slightly shaking his head at me.

"Tell them, Walter," I spread my legs wider only for him to see my striking red panties again as I angled my pelvis to give him a better glimpse. "Tell your friends at work what a sick, controlling perv you are, following me like the guys you arrest." 

Walter put his elbows and forearms down on the desk interlocking his fingers, and leaning forward, his burly shoulders appearing even more intimidating. 

"I could tell them", he said in a calm voice, "but they'd see that the way you're behaving totally justifies it."

He knew exactly what I needed. I needed to be put in my place, but not by the cop. 

By the husband.

He made a show of glancing down my soaked panties, and he licked his lips, not entirely an act. I WAS delectable for him.

"The way I'm behaving?…" 

Fury simmered in my veins, my breath short and slightly heavy as Walter not only kept his cool but also visibly exhibited his raw sexual desire. It did nothing but made me want to grind myself on the chair.  

I shifted involuntarily, spreading my thighs even wider in a primal invitation for him to conquer my defenceless offering. I was like a soft little rabbit caged in a room with a big hungry wolf, and his hunger was for more than just food.

"How exactly am I behaving, detective?" I drawled, challenging him, unwilling to back down.

Walter shifted his eyes from my face to my spread legs, then looked back in my eyes. At the same time, he leaned back against the back-rest of the chair, arms crossed on his chest, his lax pose, implying that he was completely comfortable with what he was about to say.

"Like an attention-seeking, cock hungry whore," he stated in an even tone.

His words hit me like a slap on the face, whatever decency I had left was completely lost to me right now. I pushed myself up from the chair, causing it to fall behind me with a sharp echo. 

"Excuse me?!" I called out angrily, holding my cuffed fists against my chest, knuckles white with tension. 

"YOU ARE THE ONE ACTING LIKE A PERV STALKING ME AND MY FRIENDS!!!" I shouted and looked at the mirror, trying to peer through the people sitting in the room. 

"Yeah, you hear me? This is the man who should be under arrest!" 

Not thinking twice I climbed onto the desk and marched toward him, peeling my dress up my thighs, exposing myself above his face. 

"Tell them, tell them how much of a big fucking pervert you are, sitting in the dark and stalking women. Did you jack off in the patrol car thinking about this all night long?"

When I finished shouting and just stood on the desk panting, he slowly stood up, turned around and walked to the door. My heart dropped thinking he was leaving me here, but Walter only went to look the door. The clicking sound reverberated in my core, causing a spike of fear and adrenaline in me. 

He walked back to the desk, and quick as lightning, grabbed my hip and thigh and yanked me down. His powerful arms braced the impact so it won't hurt me, but the air was knocked out of my lungs. 

I was lying on the desk, knees drawn up, while Walter leaned above me, one of his palms on the desk next to my waist, the other grabbing one of my knees, and slowly trailing up on my thigh with an ominous caress.

"Now that you've informed them about what kind of man I am, I don't need to hold back, now do I?" he drawled, the hand reaching the apex of my thigh and his thumb sweeping against the wet fabric of my panties. 

The world turned black for a moment as the initial shock took over. My body was spasming with fear and as I regained my control over my muscles again my eyes floated to the huge windowed mirror.

A terrible chill coursed through me as I saw him hovering above me in our reflection. All big and burly, my protective husband looked like nothing but a large predator while I was his helpless victim, and the thought that people were watching us and not doing anything to stop him was horrifying.

His thumb caressed over my covered mount, making my whimper and shaking my head with protest.

"Stop…" I called out, my voice puny and weak as my lungs gave in. I held my cuffed wrists to my chest and stared at him begging. "Stop, they're watching, Walter!"

"You kept on throwing at me that you are my wife, demanding special treatment here," he said coldly as he grabbed the chain of my handcuffs, yanked it over my head and slammed it down to the table, forcing me to stretch my arms and arch my back meanwhile his other hand pulled the line of my wet panties aside, and to my utter horror and forbidden excitement he slowly, very slowly pushed a long thick finger inside me. 

"How's that for special treatment?" he drawled in a dark, lustful voice.

"Walter!!" I whispered urgently, shuddering across the desk while my body unwillingly pressed further into his finger by natural, primal instincts. My face rested to the side, and I glared at the mirror again. "Walter, please, don't! They're watching us!"

I was at a complete loss of power, bound, defeated, knowing very well he could do whatever he wanted, and I wouldn't even have a fighting chance. My body was taken captive by the forbidden desire, and I did all I could to mentally fight him. I tried to close my thighs around his arm and desperately kicked my legs while shooting my glossy gaze back at him. 

Walter pulled his finger out, causing my pelvis to lift as my pussy mourned the loss. He reached over my torso and pushed his wet finger in my mouth, pressing down my tongue with it, forcing me to taste myself. 

"Let them watch," he growled. He pulled his digit out and licked my wetness and saliva off it. He let go of the chain, and I pulled my arms back to my chest as I watched him sit down on his chair, pull my panties down and stuff it in his pocket. 

"Ready?"

[philliamwrites]

killing me softly with his song | (Childe / Reader) [chpt.1]

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Childe / Reader

Tags: #fem!reader, #from childhood friends to lovers, #reader is a fatui agent, #slow burn, #unresolved sexual tension, #mature language, #forbidden love

Words: 2k

Summary: "Lybuov zla, polyubish i kozla," sighs your sister as she wipes off the table, but that makes you feel even more miserable. Falling for a goat might save you from an actual heartbreak by Tartaglia's hands.

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Loosely connected chapters about you and Childe finding happiness. Maybe.

Notes: Part 2

Masterlist

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childe? what a problematic asshole i hate him i- *trips* *thousands of pictures of childe spill from pockets* fuck those aren’t mine i swear i’m just holding them for a friend i- *slips on a pile of pictures* fu ck no they’re not mine i hate him i just- *more pictures fall out as i fall to my knees, desperately trying to pick them up* hang on a sec jUst LISTEN

Chapter 1

     A cold gust of icy wind drives you deeper into the sheets and you swear by the name of Her Majesty Herself once you get up and find Alexei, you’ll smother him with a towel for leaving a window open in the middle of the night.

    Somewhere outside, a rooster crows. Fine, not dead of the night then, but no one cares for technicalities like these when sleep is involved. Especially after a night like this one, when Alexei fucked you into oblivion and back, you need every minute of shuteye you can get before another day of exhausting missions in the Chechnaya Taiga of Snezhnaya claims your last strand of sanity.

    It’s peaceful mornings like these that make it all worthwhile though—the quiet during the early golden hour when people slowly wake up to a brand-new day and get ready to do their chores, their factory work. The sheer number of possibilities stretching out before their hands, and hope rekindled every morning despite the harsh cold waiting at their doorsteps. You love how everything stands still, how even the uncaring universe seems to grant people a sliver of peace, allows them to be soft and vulnerable. To be kind to themselves by indulging in a freshly brewed cup of coffee or tea. Nothing can spoil this for you, nothing and no one—

    An awkward cough sounds from the door. You close your eyes, willing him to disappear by simply ignoring him, but his eyes burn into the back of your head like two smouldering coals and eventually, you turn around to see Alexei standing in the door frame, shifting from left to right. “There’s someone out there who wants to talk to you,” he says.

    Turning around, you try to disappear into your pillow. “Whoever it is, I’m sure they can wait until it isn’t such a damn unholy time.”

    Alexei clears his throat. “It’s uhm … it’s someone from the Fatui.”

    Your eyes snap open. Suddenly the warm, cosy blankets feel like a snake’s tight hold around your body, and you struggle out of its grip, grabbing for the dressing gown you carelessly threw around the back of your chair last night.

    The sun hangs low in the east, painting the city of Kerch that stretches outside of your window a sheen of dusky gold. When the red-brown bricks of the dacha cottages come into view, you think of the gingerbread houses you used to make as a child every year in celebration of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa of the Zapolyarny Palace.

    Cold already seeps into your bones even though the robe is tight around your body. You hiss when your bare feet hit the icy floor but can’t find your slippers. Time to die like a woman.

    You brush past Alexei, who’s scratching his head, still just in his underwear and you think him crazy for walking around half-naked like that even though it’s minus 58F outside and the heating systems inside your barracks only start to work once outside temperatures drop to minus 75F.

    Maybe what they say is true. People from around Noyabrsk in the north of Snezhnaya regularly dip into frosty rivers and you do remember him mentioning ice swimming is his hobby. It was one of the few things you thought attractive about him. Actually, it was the only thing you thought attractive about him.

    Light streams into the floor from the kitchen, flickering once, twice in dangerous foreboding. It’s time to switch the lightbulb. Tomorrow. Tomorrow for sure, because that isn’t important right now. What’s important is Tartaglia sitting at your table, leaning back in a chair, both feet crossed on top of the table, and eating your leftover mayonnaise sandwich you saved up for breakfast.

    His eyes slide lazily toward you, taking in your form—barefoot, shivering even though the fur from your bathrobe is of the finest white wolf fur obtainable on the market.

    Tartaglia finishes your sandwich, smacks his lips and licks mayo off his fingers. He doesn’t even like it, and you know from time to time he can’t handle dairy all that well. He just eats it because he knows how it infuriates you.

    “Alexei, huh,” he says in lieu of hello. “Didn’t know you’re into himbos.”

    Behind you, Alexei makes a sound like a kicked puppy. You glare at him over your shoulder, then jut your chin towards the front door. “Out. Now.”

    He doesn’t wait for you to repeat yourself. Surprisingly fast for a guy this big, he bolts into your room, gets dressed in record speed and leaves your little one-bedroom apartment without so much as a Goodbye or “We’ll hear from each other,” and you prefer it that way. It saves stuff from getting messy.

    Speaking of messy, you really wish Tartaglia would have sent you a note before coming. The smell of icy wind and snowy forests clings to his clothes. He must have come straight from a mission, not unusual in the slightest, yet in most cases he sends a message your way just to make sure he doesn’t run into one of your one-night stands and it doesn’t get ugly.

    Like right now.

    “I thought you had a little more class than that,” he says nonchalantly. His feet keep wobbling from left to right until you make your way over and push them off your table. Not that you actually sit there to take your meals, no. But this is your home, you have to assert dominance.

    “Well, I’m not picky,” you say, taking the empty chair opposite from him. “The nights of Fyrva’snezh are really fucking cold.”

    “I’m sure Fire-Water will do the same trick.” He’s sulking, yet he has no right to it and knowing Tartaglia, that’s why he sulks even more.

    Your relationship can be summarised with one word: complicated. Which is funny, because besides martial arts classes (taught by a teacher that is a real ball of sunshine who could easily snap your spine like a twig) and infiltration tactics courses (led by a grumpy teacher who once woke you all up in the middle of the night to do a spontaneous quiz about infiltration steps and everyone who failed or fell asleep had to run a marathon through the forest in their underwear) you had to take at the Fatui military school of Zapolyarny, they also teach mathematics and molecular physics, and that shit was complicated.

    Growing up in a small seaside village—bless little Morepesok; how much you miss babushka Katya’s refreshing botvinia soup—with only a handful kids your age, gravitating towards Tartaglia was the natural development. He loves ice-fishing, you love eating fish. You gag just smelling solyanka, he wolfs it down like it might be his last meal on earth. Opposites attract each other, as they say, and how true it is for you two—you, the morning person and he, the night owl; his will of iron and your nerves of steel. Your bow, his sword, even though Tartaglia is a masochist who likes to make it hard for himself by trying to switch weapons solely because you’re better at it than him and he is a sore loser.

    His worship of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, your fear of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa.

    “I don’t think you came all the way here just to call me a slut,” you say. He is in no position to do so anyway, because Camilla from the ptychy’moloko shop down the road that leads to the Sarov church didn’t shut up about blowing him for weeks until you sent her a liver of a pig and claimed that was the leftovers from the last girl that thought she could put a leash on the Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Camilla quickly moved on to an inconspicuous merchant who sells matryoshka dolls for a living and all is well that ends well.

    “What do you want?”

    Tartaglia starts tapping a gloved finger against the wooden table, a nervous tick you don’t know he’s aware of.

    “I’m leaving for Liyue first thing tomorrow.” His tone is low when he speaks, his earlier nonchalance replaced by a sense of urgency.

    “Okay.” It isn’t the first time he’s leaving Snezhnaya by order of the Tsaritsa, but every time he does, something inside you leaves with him. “So, you want me to keep an eye out for Teucer and the others?”

    “He’s really unhappy I’m leaving again already.” Tartaglia doesn’t mention the reason he was sent away just a couple of months ago to Inazuma was because he accidentally blew up an artillery factory belonging to a nobleman that secretly shipped orders to Fontain. The fallout from that was easier to handle with him not being anywhere nearby. Tartaglia is like a pair of hot tongues; no one is sure where to put him or how soon he would cool off, but if they just drop him, he might light the world on fire. Kid gloves are put on and a careful perimeter marked out.

    “And what excuse did you make up this time?” You knock your foot into his leg, lingering on his calf just a second too long before withdrawing again. “Another business trip to promote your toys? You can’t hold up this charade forever, you know.”

    “Why, your eyes feast on Snezhnaya’s greatest expatriate toy seller, now extending to the Liyue Branch of our Institute for Toy Research.” Tartaglia’s eyes have taken on a playful glint, and he leans forward as he speaks. “You wouldn’t be so cold to break a little boy’s heart. That’s not you.”

    You want to remind him that you have no problem to put an arrow between a man’s eyes, or rip out his fingernails, one by one, to get the information that you want.

    “You owe me, toy man.”

    “Put it on my tab.”

    Tartaglia looks like there’s something else he wants to say, but as always, he decides to swallow those words even though they must hurt like swallowing needles. You know that feeling, and so you help him sort out his tightly entangled yarn of emotions by figuratively pushing him off the cliff.

    “Don’t forget to bring condoms. I hear the women of Liyue are beautiful.”

    Tartaglia goes a sickly grey colour, like the ashes of a dead fire, but he’s been the leading role of this play too long to fall out of character now. He gets up and stretches like a cat getting comfortable in a spot of sunlight. His jacket rides up, showing a stripe of skin, and you quickly turn your head away before giving into leaning over the table and mark him with your teeth.

    Patting his left pants’ pocket, Tartaglia says, “I’m always prepared.” He carries a grin that is dry, humourless, and for a brief moment, you two lock eyes, trading a look that feels like a dare. You allow yourselves to imagine how he picks you up and carries you to your bed where you two would proceed to fuck without abandon through the whole day and the following night, leaving the bed only to get food until Tartaglia leaves for Liyue and you’d send each other love letters until his return. What an idea. What an utterly stupid, naive, wonderful idea.

    “Well, lucky ladies,” you say, not bothering to hide the jealousy in your voice because jealousy is easier to handle than regret.

    “Lucky indeed,” he agrees and dons his easy-going smile, one that he’s perfected after hours upon hours in front of the mirror until it accomplished what he wanted: to mock people, infuriate them.

    On his way out, he stops to ruffle your hair in an affectionate way, one typical for childhood friends, but the distance between you is like the ocean separating Snezhnaya from Liyue.

    It was on the very first day of your conscription into the military organisation, Number Six of the Ten Laws that the Fatui abide by: Any physical or romantic relationship between Fatui agents is prohibited. As thou would not exchange flesh with thy brother or sister, so thou shalt not with your comrade, for he or she is thy brother or sister in arms.

    And everyone knows Her Majesty the Tsaritsa’s word is law, and though the law is hard, it is the law.

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[nagia-pronounced-neijia]

w(h)ip wednesday

It's a surprisingly quaint little farm, the kind of thing some traveller from the far-away west might paint into his little journal and tell all the Belgians and Austrians and French about.  Green hills rise up in a gentle roll, with occasional stones that must have tumbled down from God-knows-where, looking pushed up through the grass and the barley like crooked teeth.  Sheep meander among the gray rocks, bleating occasionally to each other and munching on the plants.

As they step past the low wooden fence, Trevor spots a goat chewing cud in a pen.  It stares disinterestedly at them, eyes gleaming with that peculiar mix of cunning and stupidity native to goats.  If it was ever a person, their mind seems long gone, he thinks, replaced by a goat's determination to be the biggest pain in the arse it possibly can.

They keep going and find a yard full of chickens.  Here chickens, there chickens, everywhere fucking chickens.  Mostly roosters, judging by the wattles, which he finds odd, and when Sypha steps too close to a hen, one of the stupid cockerels jumps at her.  His wings flutter, feathers flying further than he can, and he seems determined to murder her with talon, beak, or both.  He makes the most insane noises as he does it, like metal screaming.

It's instinct to try and put himself between her and something trying to hurt her.  Even something as small and stupid and surprisingly vicious as a pissed-off chicken.  He raises his arms to block the pecks and scratches, glad of the fur-and-leather vambraces, thick enough that he feels nothing.

"Calm the hell down," Trevor says, and puts a boot to the bird, which doesn't improve his disposition, exactly, but does manage to make him reconsider attacking.  "I'll do it again," Trevor warns him, and immediately feels like an idiot.

But the rooster subsides, sulky, glaring at them both with beady eyes.

And the cabin door swings open.  The woman who steps outside isn't quite pretty, but she's striking.  He thinks her nose might have been broken, once, and her hair falls loose around her shoulders in a riot of deep red that catches in the sun.

But it's her hands he's most interested in, and, just like every family book always said, they tell the real story to him immediately.

Her face may look youngish -- certainly only of middle years -- but her hands, too pale, have wrinkles and liver spots, a sure sign of a witch.  The deep, nearly black bruising that extends from the nail to the second knuckle of her littlest fingers, however, is the mark of a witch who has embraced questionable magic, if not outright reveled in the foulest and blackest of workings.

Beside him, Sypha moves to wave one arm.  "You must be Sârșe," she says, and he can hear that she's smiling.

The woman inclines her head.  "I am.  And who might you be?"

"I"m Sypha, and this is Trevor."  She jabs at him with an elbow.  He doesn't jab back, but mostly because he's trying to figure Sârșe out.

"Hello," he says, about a second after Sypha's pointy elbow makes contact a second time.

Sârșe watches them both.  Absolutely no emotion colors her face.  Even her eyes look flat and lifeless, no more interested in them as people than the goat had been.  "What have you come to find?"

He sighs.  "Oh, we found it already."

"Trevor," Sypha hisses.

But Trevor ignores her.  "Look, we know you're a witch.  Well, Sypha suspects.  But I know.  And I don't care about the whole," here, he makes a sort of quotation mark with the fingers of both hands, "'demons into chickens' thing.  Not sure anybody should be eating those, but it's not my business."

The very furthest corner of Sârșe's mouth curls up for about a second before smoothing back down.  Her gaze remains flat.  "And what is your business?"

"I'm not saying I expect you to turn them all back, mind, because I know that's not how it works.  But how many of your sheep used to be people?"

He's a little relieved when, rather than hotly deny it, Sârșe licks her lips.  "All of them," she says, calmly, like she doesn't care at all.

Well, that explains at least one of her fingers.  Hell, he's a little surprised it hasn't spread further.

Sypha's the one to step forward and ask, "Do you have any plans to stop?"

Sârșe stares between them for what feels like several minutes.  It's probably not even a whole minute of its own, but it sinks its teeth into him and drags.  Her eyes look like empty wells, endless and awful.

"No," she says, still very calm.

"Told you," he mutters to Sypha.  "When they're this far gone, they don't really listen to reason."

That draws Sârșe's attention.  She snaps her head to look at him.  Something even darker stirs in her dark eyes, moving and shifting, and they bite into him.  He doesn't look away, but he wants to, because eyes like those see, and the brain behind them judges, and men are always found wanting in a gaze like that.

Found wanting and then turned into farm animals.  And then potentially sold at fucking market day, to be slaughtered and eaten. Christ.

"Do you think yourself such a hero, Trevor Belmont?"`

He lets out a short bark of a laugh.  "I helped kill fucking Dracula, sure.  But what I was really doing was helping a man kill his own father.  What kind of hero is that?"

She repeats the question back at him, emphasizing it.  "What kind of hero is that, Trevor Belmont?"

"No kind at all," he replies.

And, for the first time, she smiles.  It's terrible and pitying.  "Will you kill fucking Sârșe?  And if you do, what will you really have done?"

Sypha fields this one.  "We'll have stopped animals that used to be people being sold and eaten by those who once knew them.  You have to admit that's grotesque."

"I admit no such thing.  They know who I am.  They know the consequence of crossing me.  They know what I bring to market day.  They choose to buy from me regardless.  Their business is no business of mine."

God, witch logic.  It's all perfectly factual, but frustratingly circular in a way he can't put words to.  A sort of pure, unfeeling truth that leaves no room for honesty or humanity.  Infuriating.

"Yeah, done with you, now," Trevor says, and draws the Vampire Killer.  Consecration is little good against witches except in their hands, but the Morningstar would be worse than useless.

Where's a rowan branch when you need one?  Not that there would be a single rowan tree on this property; they would have all died the first time she took a piss here.  Hell, if he were half the Belmont that Sypha thinks he is, he'd have a fucking pouch of salt on him, and he doesn't.  Their salt is in the wagon with their goddamned cooking supplies.

Sypha conjures a ring of fire, driving away all the chickens and other animals from the farm, and Sârșe's eyes widen for a moment.  She looks between them again, gaze darting from Sypha to Trevor, trying to determine if the Belmont or the fellow magician is the bigger threat.

She apparently decides on him, because she flings an arm out and tries to drag him toward her.

Trevor, more used to this sort of thing by now than he likes, drops forward.  He lets himself fall, and feels the grip of the spell break as his weight pulls him away from it.  His hands hit the ground first, and he pulls himself into a roll, coming up on one knee.

He lashes out with the whip, half-turning to improve its force as he lets his arm flow then jerks his wrist.  The line sings out, tip whistling, and the metal end bites into her hand.

Her finger flies away, landing with a sort of wet, useless noise in the dirt.

Sârșe doesn't even scream.  She just looks between her now maimed hand and the finger on the ground.

"That was very stupid," she says, somehow wholly unbothered by the fact that he just tore off part of her hand, a part she probably uses pretty often.  She raises the same hand, even as it bleeds, and makes a curling gesture with her remaining fingers.

Once again something grips him, trying to pull him closer.

When she raises her other hand, Sypha slides sideways, colliding with one of the wooden fences.  It cracks with the force she hits it at, splintering.

He's not thinking when he sends the whip out again.  It's anger that drives him to it, and this time, he gets her in one of those tainted, blackened littlest fingers, and Sârșe screams.  At first it's just a gurgling sound of pain, thin and high, like any woman might make when a man reached out and hurt her because he could.

But then it turns to something else.  Something thick and strange sounding, that scratches at his ears and the air around him.

"I name you worm, that crawls in the dust," Sârșe says.  "I name you dog, that licks his master's hand.  I name you cock, that lords himself over nothing.  I name you buck-goat, that ruts and farts, and I name you pig, that wallows in shit."

Absolutely no imagination on the woman.  He supposes whatever demon she serves, or made a deal with, or whatever, has probably long eaten it.  "People have really got to find worse things to call me."

Sârșe laughs.  "What a strange worry," she says casually.  "But needless.  You'll call yourself all those things, in the end, and worse."  And she raises both hands, and this time, she really does manage to pull him in, mostly because he lets her.

Once he's close, she smears her blood on his cheek and smiles that terrible, pitying, dark-eyed smile, and the empty wells of her eyes stare at him, judgmental, even as he sinks one of his knives into her throat.

He pays no attention to the witch's body after that.  Instead, he runs for Sypha.  She'd fallen among the splinters, and he doesn't even think about kneeling, about passing his hands over her to feel for blood, for anything sticking out or misplaced.

"Are you alright?  That was some hit."  And fuck him, his job is to be the one taking the hits.  He still hasn't forgiven himself for the scars on her upper arm from their fight with Dracula.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she grumbles.  "Help me up."

He does, splaying one hand under her back and supporting her under the elbow with his other hand.  He hefts her up, taking most of her weight, and she stumbles a little as she rises.  She leans heavily against him, and he lets her, wrapping one arm loosely around her shoulders.  "You're sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine," she snaps, predictably irritated, and waves a hand at him.  "Leave it be."

"Alright, alright, if you say so.  And, well, she's dead.  If we're lucky, some of these people might start turning back.  Do we want to be here for that?"  They probably should.  He thinks his uncle would have.  His father certainly would have.

[thequeenb]

The Devil's Tango

Poppy x MC

Warning: Smut

Poppy straddles my lap and my breath catches. She could certainly sit on a chair, she has chairs doesn't she? Yes there is one right there, why did she--

"Hm, your makeup looks decent but i will be glad to wipe it off" Poppy says running a make up wipe across my face smoothly and honestly? She is so gentle my heart might explode. She is focused on her task but all i can focus on is her beautiful sight

What is actually happening? But of course i have no time to process anything

"This is a lot, i don't think we have that much time to go through all of them?" I ask and she rolls her eyes

"Of course not Farmsville. My cousin from Korea sent me a package with the finest skincare products and honestly? You could use some"

Ugh even with her on top of me she is being sarcastic. A part of me screams to get up and leave but her body is warm against mine and her expensive perfume makes my senses dizzy

"Let me know if it burns" she casually says and i open my mouth to protest and of course she ignores my attempts. I close my eyes ready to feel pain but its actually so refreshing

"Wow..it doesn't burn its.. actually amazing" i say stunned

"Then you are welcome, skincare routine doesn't exist in your life huh?"

Wow. For the first time i don't care about her attitude, for the first time i am so overwhelmed by what's happening that I don't have time to process how i feel because my mind goes blank and all i can think of is ripping her clothes off

I lock eyes with her and i see her questionable expression. Her eyes are dark with desire and this is the most sexy thing i have seen in months. I want to say something, break this awkward silence but instead i grip at her hips hard, pressing our bodies together

"Oh? Is that why you have been quiet?" She raises her eyebrow and gosh i feel like i cant even respond to something that simple.

Without a second thought i lean forward capturing her lips with mine and oh my, they are so soft and glossy. Her cherry lipgloss leaves a sweet taste in my mouth and I can't stop myself

Suddenly she pulls back and i shudder at the loss of contact but then i notice how Poppy's eyes sparkle under the lights

"Are you sure you can handle me Farmsville?"

Honestly i have no idea but she is on top of me like a greek goddess and even though my mind screams no, my body screams yes! And thats exactly what comes out of my mouth

"Yes, bring it on"

As soon i say these words Poppy and i undress eachother falling back in the soft mattress. She pins my hands above my head as she kisses me fiercely. Her tongue is dancing against mine, my lip is caught between her teeth but then again she pulls back smirking

"Stop being a jerk and kiss me" i manage to say breathless

Her eyes are eating me up and i haven't felt so sexy my whole life. She runs her warm palms up and down my thighs and i sigh happily

"I can't believe you hid this body underneath garbage" before i can even respond she reaches out in her nightstand and for a minute i think she is going to bail out

"Let's have fun shall we?" Is that? Poppy Min-Sinclair you kinky bitch. She is holding a pink vibrator in her hands with a smirk on her face. If you told me that i would be in Poppy's bed with her on top of me ready to fuck our brains out when i first got here i would have laughed at your face. But oh my, reality is sweet

I sit back completely at her mercy as she licks my neck. I hear a loud click and then i can feel the vibrator against my thighs. It's on the lowest mode because she is such a tease as always. She cups one of my breasts and nip at it hard as i moan loudly

"You have been a very bad girl Bea"

Did she just..?

I shudder against her and my mouth is open holding back a loud scream. The way she says my name is so addictive and needy. Her tone is teasing to a point my knees go weak

"Oh do you like when i say your name?" She bites my jaw as her free hand hold me firmly by the neck. I open my eyes and i watch her stare down at me like i am the most precious thing in the world

In response i arch up, grinding my hips against her and she closes her eyes in pleasure. She slowly guides the vibrator between my legs and when she connects where i need her the most i gasp

"Oh Poppy!" I scream but she is quick to kiss me hard. Our kisses are messy and passionate and it makes me wonder where this desire comes from

I reach for her underwear and she squeezes my neck tighter, gosh i am so wet for her. I place my hand underneath her panties and oh wow she is excited. I watch as she groan calling out my name with her melodic voice

"Oh Bea, yes" hearing my name come out from her lips makes me want to please her more. My hand works between her legs in rhythmical movements and i know she is on the edge

Soon we both shake as ecstasy takes over my whole body. I grab a fist full of her expensive sheets trying not to scream so loud. I say her name like a prayer and her eyes are hungry with desire.

She lays next to me and i really don't know what to say but i turn my head to face her regardless. She is bright red trying to control her breathing. She rests the vibrator on the nightstand and i watch her walk towards the bathroom, she doesn't say a thing but the open door is an open invitation.

I follow her and i watch her fill her extremely big bathtub with hot water and essential oils. Wow taking care of her self is no joke

I caress her back pulling her against me by the waist. I wrap my arms around her as she sighs "So that happened" she says dipping her feet in the bathtub to taste the water

I murmur against her neck lazily not wanting this to end. I came here to get dirt on her and i ended up doing the dirty with her. My mind is racing, rethinking how i feel about Poppy but then she gives me her hand pulling me towards the bathtub

I wash her back kissing her neck as i do so and she covers her face with her hands. Wow is she really shy? After what she did to me?

"You cant tell anyone about this" she whispers almost embarrassed but then she reaches behind holding one of my hands "Because they will not understand"

"I promise" i breath out focusing on massaging her shoulders

"No one stays after our hookup"

"I am not just a no one then" i smile thinking how many had the opportunity to see this side of Poppy but instead preferred to just use her for their desire

"You are lucky i wont upload this video of you making pig noises" she laughs freely and my hand freezes

"What now?" I go still wondering how much she had to dig to find something so bad about me

"Oh please, it was hilarious. Besides i told you i wont upload it"

So she really has that much power huh? She can find anything about anyone. For a moment i stay silent thinking her words carefully. I am trying to find something to give in that this is a trap but she is sincere and real with me and all i can do is smile at our progress

"Good. Because then i would had to leak your little hook up with Cl--" but she turns around throwing shampoo at me

"Ouch!" And just like that the bathroom is filled with our laughter and honestly? Poppy isn't that bad, at least behind closed doors and i cant wait to crack these ice walls down and see where this goes.

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[winifredsandersonsbitch]

“My Babysittee’s a Vampire”

Spike x Reader, BTVS

Warnings: cursing, partial nudity, a little pain? but not necessarily violence. Possible spoilers.

Description: The reader volunteers to watch Spike at Giles’s house while the others do some sluthing, but nothing goes as planned. It turns out that vampires are very hard to babysit.

Spike swore that the chip in his head prevented him from hurting anyone, but you weren’t so sure. Giles decided to keep him chained up in the house for observation and that required someone to actually observe him. You volunteered.

You were still the weakest of the Scoobies, unfortunately (except for maybe Anya, but she got points for being an ex-demon). There wasn’t much you could do except get in the way of the monster fighting. But if you could be helpful by staying in and doing some homework, hey. You weren’t going to complain.

“What, Buffy can’t even be bothered to watch me herself, now that I’m all neutered?”

Spike was in a hell of a mood, seemingly forgetting that he had come to you and your friends for sanctuary. It probably didn’t help that Giles and Xander chained him up in the bathtub.

“She’s busy.” You were unsure of whether or not you were trying to comfort him or just get him off your back. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

“So I’m just supposed to sit here and stare at the bloody wall all night?”

“Mhmm.”

You were up against the opposite wall, trying—and failing—to get through the sociology chapter your professor had assigned that day. Everyone else in the gang seemed to ignore their homework entirely, except maybe Willow, but you needed a good grade. Your future plans extended outside Sunnydale. But that was only half the trick. You also had to convince Buffy to come with you.

Spike lapsed into silence as you took your notes, the concept finally clicking into place in your head after the third time around. You highlighted and underlined, drawing triangles to help you understand the ideas of hierarchy and filling up your margins with little asides that helped you contextualize. You didn’t even wonder if you should be worried about the vampire’s sudden quiet until his voice broke through your focus.

“Read to me.”

You dropped your pen, startled. He was staring at you intently, like how you imagined a lion might study its prey. Like everything else had faded from view and he was trying to decide whether or not to take his chances on the hunt.

“I-It’s just soc-sociology,” you stuttered, holding up the textbook for him to see. “I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“I like people.” Spike bared his teeth in a grin that you guessed was supposed to be charming or encouraging, but toed past the line to frightening. When you hesitated, he sweetened his voice, practically cooing, “Come on. What harm could it do?”

So you did. He never asked you to stop and explain anything or gave any indication that he didn’t understand, but you interjected your own learnings in anyway. You almost forgot that it was him you were talking to. Willow used to really value school, and she was still the smartest person you knew, but witchcraft was taking over her areas of interest and none of the others cared about this kind of stuff unless you were helping them with their own homework. It was nice to have a rapt audience, even if he was literally being held captive.

“Basically, he’s saying that social environment shapes how we act and react to situations. Like in the Stanford Prison Experiment.” Your eyes darted from the text to Spike, waiting for a nod or something, but he looked as much like a statue as ever. “Good people can be made to do bad things because of the pressure they feel, real or imagined, to follow the rules that have been set in their environment.”

You waited for him to tell you that you had been right before and he was bored, but instead he leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. The chains around his midsection clanked against each other and you forced yourself to keep your expression neutral, even though your heart felt like it might beat out of your chest.

“What about bad people?”

Being around Buffy and the others, around so much supernatural for so many years, had made you into a person who could handle most things with a cool head. It was a required skill. You could freak out about the little things—tests, dating, work—though they seemed to matter less now than ever. But you couldn’t let the supernatural world scare you shitless unless you wanted to shut down completely. Your hands trembled where they grasped your book, but you kept your voice even. You forced your eyes upward to meet Spike’s.

“You tell me.”

——

You couldn’t run away from him, even though you were deeply and truly uncomfortable, so you excused yourself and went to the kitchen for a snack. You knew you shouldn’t leave him alone for too long, chip or not, so you sat down at the table and tried to catch your breath. You were counting down from one hundred when he started shouting about blood.

“It’s unfair,” he said when your frame filled the doorway, arms crossed, “that you get your snack and I don’t get mine.”

At this, his eyes raked down your body. You doubted that the gang would mind much if they came back to find him with a broken nose, but you exercised some hard-won self-control and dug your nails into your palms. Spike was smart and if he was working you up, it was probably for a reason. You treaded back to the kitchen and returned with a mug filled with some B negative that Giles had “borrowed” from the hospital’s blood bank.

“This is the last of the human stuff,” you told him with some satisfaction. “Next you’re drinking pig’s blood.”

You held the mug well away from you, willing your eyes to ignore the splatters on the rim from when you had poured it in. Spike cocked his head.

“Are you going to unchain me, or—?”

“I’ll get a straw.”

When you came back, he was slumped against the inside wall of the porcelain tub. You sat on the edge, held the mug up for him, and turned your head away, enough that you couldn’t see him take his first sip but not enough that he would notice. The sound by itself was almost worse.

“It’s cold.”

“I’m not running a hotel. You’re a hostage.”

“I’m a guest seeking asylum.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “Fine.” You couldn’t bicker with him any more. You needed this to be over.

You warmed it in the microwave, swearing the whole time, and brought it back with both hands wrapped around the mug to keep yourself from throwing the blood in Spike’s face. He smiled as if he knew what you were thinking and relaxed against the tub, tilting up only his chin so that you had to sink to your knees against the tile floor to get an angle that would work.

“I could get used to this,” he mused when he had finished. A few droplets splattered on your hands. You tried not to look at them and began soaping up in the sink.

“Don’t.”

“You know, love, Passions is on in twenty, if your watch is correct.”

You unclasped it from your wrist and wiped it off with a damp tissue. “Forget it.”

“I guess we could always read more from the textbook.” You caught his crafty smirk in the mirror. “You seemed to like that well enough.”

You sighed. “Will it get you off my back?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Fine.”

You crossed to the tub and tried to puzzle out how to lift him without breaking anything. Spike’s hands were bound in front of him by a separate set of chains than his body to make it more difficult for him to escape and give him some limited mobility. His back was flush up against the tub wall, pressed to the porcelain in a way that would make it difficult to pull him up from behind. There was a small amount of space in between his legs, as his feet had been spread to either side of the tap.

“Well?”

“Shut up.”

You stepped into the tub gingerly, easing over the high rim to stand in between Spike’s legs in the space provided. It wasn’t much, and you caught the fabric of his jeans under your foot at first, but you adjusted.

Next you placed your arms on either side of his chest right under his arms.

“Lift with me,” you said, and together you managed to get him to sit on the edge of the tub. “Okay, next—”

He straightened out, trying to stand before you were ready for him, overcompensating so he wouldn’t hit the wall nearest to him and then hitting you with the full force of his weight as he toppled forward.

“Fuck, Spike!”

He was so goddamn heavy. His chest pressed against your face, forcing your back to the wall where the tap caught you in the back of the lower thigh and tore the skin. You couldn’t shove him back unless you wanted him to fall out the back of the tub and onto the floor, possibly cracking his skull in the process. It was tempting, but your reputation as a babysitter would be shredded.

“This isn’t exactly comfortable for me either, you know!”

“Ouch. Ouch. Fuck. Okay, I’m going to push you back slowly. Try to keep your balance.”

But when you moved your leg to keep it from being pressed against the spout, you hit the knob for the cold water, which came pouring down over your heads.

Spike cursed so loudly the neighbors could probably hear. “Turn it off!”

“Stand up! I can’t turn it off with you all over me like this!”

He righted himself too quickly and fell backward back into the floor of the tub, sending his legs sprawling out beneath you. Your feet were knocked out from under you and you fell on top of him heavily, bruising your elbow and knocking your chin against his sternum as the water poured on.

“Fuck,” he whispered, unable to do anything else. It took you both a moment to adjust to the pain and you closed your eyes to your own idiocy.

“Did you hit your head?” you asked finally, reaching out a hand to the platinum blond mop that was now plastered against his skull.

“Turn. The bloody. Water. Off.”

“Okay, okay,” you huffed. He groaned as you sat up, spreading your legs to either side of his hips to steady yourself and keep from slipping in the tub that was slowly filling up. “But this was all you. You had to watch Passions.”

“You’re the one,” he grunted, “who volunteered to play babysitter.”

The shower head drenched you as you twisted and leaned back to flick the knob off.

“I’m normally good with kids, so I figured I could handle one whiny brat for a night.”

You were breathing heavily, your body throbbing from all the places you had scraped and bruised in the struggle. Spike didn’t look much better, although you supposed he had his super vampire healing or whatever. You weren’t worried about it. Your clothes, on the other hand...

“Now what?”

Carefully, you stood and stepped out of the tub. You avoided your textbook on the ground as you grabbed a towel from the cabinets underneath the sink and wrapped it around yourself.

“You can’t leave me here.”

There was at least an inch of water kept in the tub by the plugged drain. It would probably serve Spike right to sit there all night. You both knew that the others would find it funny rather than an exercise in abuse of authority.

“Take the chains off,” he said, switching his tone from murderous to honeyed. “I promise I won’t bite.”

“You can’t,” you retorted, before realizing you had proven his point. “I mean, if what you say is true.”

“Do you think I would be here right now if it wasn’t?”

You couldn’t. This was the setup for a disaster. Things like this always happened to you guys.

“Look, I could’ve hurt any of you before you chained me up. I didn’t.”

He did look kind of pitiful, soaking and lying on his back in the bathtub.

“Maybe you were playing the long game. And now you’ve decided it’s not for you.”

Your words made sense, but you were wavering. Maybe you had a death wish. You left the room for a moment and returned with the key.

“Your hands stay locked up.”

“Fine.”

You were all too aware how close to him you were now, to his mouth. You barely breathed when you stepped into his personal bubble and let the chains slide to the floor. His lips twisted as he looked down on you and before you could step back, his face contorted and he stretched his mouth open.

“Ow! Fuck! Bloody hell!” he cried, putting a hand to his head as you fell back onto the floor on your already sore ass, scrambling backward. “It was a joke!”

“Buffy should have staked you,” you spat, but you led him into the living room anyway.

The two of you were still dripping all over the carpet, but you ducked into Giles’s closet after re-hiding the key and brought out two pairs of pajama pants and a t-shirt.

As it was, you had to take the scissors to Spike’s shirt and throw it out. It was impossible to get it off with the chains on, though you gave it a shot anyway and ended up tangling Spike in it. It was kind of gratifyingly funny to see his head tucked in under the fabric as he struggled.

“You bloody witch!”

“Stop squirming!”

The pants were worse. He had to sit down in the armchair as you shimmied his soaked jeans off, leaving him only in boxers.

“Like what you see?”

“Shut up or I’ll leave you like this.”

Getting the pajamas on was even harder. He had to stand up, support himself by leaning his hands on your shoulder, and kind of hop into the legs of it as you held them up. They were big on him, too, but you tied the drawstrings as tightly as you could, which meant having your hands near a very sensitive area for a few seconds. Ultimately, the pants still hung low on his hips, and you wrinkled your nose in frustration. When you pulled back, Spike had his lips puckered, stringently trying to avoid laughter.

“So you’re just going to leave me in damp knickers?”

“We’re all having to make sacrifices today. Turn around.”

You didn’t want to leave him again, not even for a second, afraid of the trouble he’d get up to on his own. You yanked off your own jeans and t-shirt, watching his back in case he disobeyed you, unable to ignore how muscled and lean he was.

Goddamnit, he really could kill you if he had half a mind to. You’d been training ever since you’d found out what Buffy was, but with school and a job, there was only so much you could fit in.

You wavered between turning around to unclasp your bra and staying in place to monitor him, but ultimately you decided it was safer to just hurry up and do it. You weren’t sure how much skin Spike saw when he went ahead and broke the rules, but it was more than you had hoped. You pulled the t-shirt over your head hurriedly, but Giles wasn’t necessarily a very big man, and it was decidedly short on you.

“Spike,” you hissed. “Go watch TV.”

“Well, we’ve probably missed Passions by now. But our romantic evening doesn’t have to be ruined.” His eyebrow quirked suggestively and you balled up your wet jeans, aiming right at his face.

“Go!”

You almost took yourself out on the corner of the coffee table as you pulled on Giles’s only pair of pajama shorts. You had to roll the top down three times for them to sit at your hips without totally falling off. Spike watched you do it. You gritted your teeth and said nothing.

When the others came back, you and Spike were in separate chairs, your hair still drying.

Xander opened his mouth and then closed it, glancing back and forth between the two of you. Giles seemed disturbed, his right eye beginning to spasm as he spotted the piles of clothes on the floor. Willow stifled a laugh, almost choking on it. And Buffy’s fists curled like she was preparing to hit one—or both—of you.

Spike didn’t look away from the TV, although the corner of his mouth twitched. You dug your fingers into the chair’s arm rests.

“I deserve a raise.”

[eleventhdoctorsangel]

I’m coming apart

Summary: When the Dover's older daughter gets taken along with Joy and Anna but gets tired up in the RV and locked in the bathroom. She was found by detective loki when Alex crashed the RV. Her clothes were torn. After being found and seeing how hurt her parents and the Birch's are she soon starts to feel guilty. She feels like she can't confident in anyone. It wasn't until she started to talking to detective loki did she feel the weight start to leave her.

I kept my hand over my ears and not looking. I didn’t remember if I screamed or not. It wasn’t until I felt someone put their hands on top of mine taking my hands off my ears. “I’m going to take you out of the room I don’t want you to open your eyes okay.” David said. “Okay.” I said quietly. David wrapped an arm around me as I got up from the chair I was sitting in and lead me out of the room. “Okay you can open your eyes.” David said. I did and I saw that we were back in the main part of the station. “Are you okay?” David asked. “I’m okay.” I said as I looked to the floor. “Did you see anything?” David asked. I shook my head. “I should have never allowed you to be back there.” David said. “You didn’t know he was to do that.” I said. “I’ll take you home soon I promise. With what just happened I have a feeling my boss is going to come back and chew my ass out.” David said. “It’s fine almost anything is better than being at home.” I said.

People from a hospital had came and got the body. David was sitting down beside me and had a hand on my knee. David’s boss was standing a few feet away from us as the body was wheeled out. I just kept looking down not wanting to look up. I could hear someone give something to David. “He explain this before he ate the bullet?” a Male voice asked. “I’m sorry.” David said. “Fuck your sorry. Save it for the girls parents.” The male voice said and walked away. “Come on I should get you home now.” David said getting up. I nodded and got up and followed him. David went over to his desk putting down the piece of paper and grabbed his coat and then we walked out of the station to his car. We got in his car and I got buckled in. “I’m sorry.” David said. “You haven’t find the bodies yet can there be a chance that they’re still alive?” I asked. “They ID the clothes. “ David said. “They blood might not belong to the girls.” I said. “I get that you want your sister and Joy back. I really thought that I could do that for you but I couldn’t.” David said. “I’m still not giving up hope until their bodies are found.” I said. David just nodded and started his car then drove out of the stations parking lot.

When David pulled into my driver I noticed that dad wasn’t at home. “Where’s your father? You would think that he would be here.” David asked. “I don’t know. Thank you for driving me home.” I said as I unbuckled then got out of the car closing the door behind me. I walked up the porch steps then walked into the house. I let out a sigh as closed the door behind me. I climb up the stairs and went to my room. “Where have you been?” Ralph asked as he walked into the room. “At the station.” I said as I took my coat off. “Dad didn’t bring you home?” Ralph asked. “No he left me there. David was kind enough to bring me home.” I said. “So you know.” Ralph said. “Yeah. But the blood that was found on the clothes hasn’t came back yet.” I said. “How do you now that?” Ralph asked. “I asked. Where’s dad?” I asked. “Probably getting drunk somewhere.” Ralph said. “Why would you say that?” I asked. “Because you can smell it on him haven’t you.” Ralph said. I shook my head. “How can you not.” Ralph said. “Because he smells like something else to me.” I said. “Which is?” Ralph asked. “Blood.” I said. “Are you sure?” Ralph asked as he sat down on my bed. I nodded. At that time I heard dad’s truck pulling to the driveway. “Can you stay in my room a little longer?” I asked. Ralph nodded. “Thanks.” I said quietly. I only asked him in case dad burst in my accusing me of doing something with David.

The front door opened and then closed. I heard dad coming near my room and I was just hoping he wouldn’t come into my room. But when he walked into my room I felt my heart start to race. “Ralph I need to talk to your sister can you please leave.” Dad said. Ralph looked over to me and I slightly shook my head. “Whatever you have to say to Y/n you can say in front of me dad.” Ralph said. “Go to your room now Ralph.” Dad said. “It’s okay Ralph.” I said quietly. Ralph looked over to me and nodded as he got up from my bed and walked out of my room. “What in the fuck were you doing with him?” Dad asked. “He had asked me what you were doing with grandpa old building. I came along because I wanted to know why when you do come home you smell like blood.” I said. “I do not come home smell like blood.” Dad said. “Dad yes you do.” I said. “You distracted him. You’re the reason that your sister is dead.” Dad said. “And you think that killing Alex Jones will bring her back.” I said. That made dad slap me hard enough that I was knocked to the ground. Dad stormed out of my room and back out of the house. I heard Ralph walked out of his room and come back to mine. “Y/n are you?” Ralph asked but once he saw me on the ground and rushed over to me. “I’m fine.” I said wiping blood away from my mouth. “This dad do this?” Ralph asked gently touching my cheek. I hissed in pain as I slapped his hand away. “I’ll go get you some ice to put on this.” Ralph said standing back up. “Thank you.” I said. Ralph nodded and got up and walked out of my room.

While he was gone I got up from the ground and went to sit on my bed still wiping blood from my mouth. Ralph walked back into my room with an icepack wrapped in a rag. “Here.” Ralph said handing me the icepack. “Thanks.” I said putting the icepack on my cheek. I let out a wince as the cold touched my cheek. “Why did dad hit you?” Ralph asked. “I said something that probably was right. I guess dad couldn’t handle it.” I said. “Looks like he got you good.” Ralph said. “I just hope it doesn’t bruise.” I said. “Well to me it looked like it was already starting to.” Ralph said. “Great.” I said. “Well I’m going to go back to my room if you need anything come and get me.” Ralph said. I nodded and Ralph walked out of my room closing to door. I laid down on my bed still holding the icepack to my cheek as tears formed in my eyes.

I held the icepack to my cheek until it wasn’t cold anymore. I got out from my bed and took it pack it the kitchen. After I took the icepack back I made my way to the bathroom to see is my cheek was bruised. The whole way up I was hoping and praying that there wasn’t a bruise. When I walked in the bathroom I closed the door and turned on the lights. I kept looking down at the counter since I was afraid to look. I finally worked up enough courage to look. I let out a sigh as I looked up. When I was met with a bruise on my cheek I started to cry. I put a hand to my mouth to keep myself sobbing loudly. I rushed out of the bathroom and back to my room. I closed my door and sat on my bed pulling my knees to my chest. I just sat in quiet until I felt sleeping and went to sleep. 

When I woke up I look to see the time and it was a little after 8 in the morning. I looked to see if dad was home and thankfully he wasn’t. I went to go take a bath. I only stayed in for twenty minutes then got out and used a little make up to cover up the bruise on my cheek. Then I grabbed my dirty clothes and towel going back to my room to grab my laundry basket so I could go do my laundry. As I was walking to the laundry I thought I heard someone jump the fence. I decided to go check and when I did I saw David in the backyard kneeling on the ground looking for something. I opened the back door and stepped on to the back porch. “David what are you doing?” I asked.  David had looked up at me hold a pen in his hand with Anna’s sock on it. “Go get me a bag or something okay.” David said. I nodded and quickly rushed inside and grabbed a ziplock bag from the kitchen opening it as I rush back outside. “Here.” I said as I handed it to David. “Why is Anna’s sock outside?” I asked. “There’s footprints in the mud. I’m guessing that when your mother heard someone in the house the other night that it was Bob Taylor breaking in to get some of Anna’s clothes. The blood was pigs blood.” David said as he put Anna’s sock into the bag. “So they could still be alive?” I asked. “I hope.” David said. “Well would you like to leave through the front door?” I asked at the same time David’s phone started to ring. I watched as he answered the phone. “Detective Loki.” David said. As the person on the other side started to tell him something and he’s eyes widen slightly. “Alright I’ll be right there.”  David said and hung up. “Go get some shoes on?” David said. “Why?” I asked. “They found Joy.” David said. I quickly ran back inside and to my room. I quickly put some socks and my boots on. I grabbed my coat and ran out of my room. David was in the living room waiting and as soon as I got down the steps we rushed out of the house and to his car.

David speed to the hospital with the lights flashing. When we got to the hospital there were already a few other officers there, We were ushered to where Joy was. David allowed me to stay with Joy until Nancy and Franklin arrived at the hospital so she had someone she knew with her. She looked and acted out of it. But as soon as she saw me she started to cry. “It’s okay sweetie. You’re okay now.” I said as I grabbed her hand. “Where’s mommy and daddy?” Joy cried. “They’re on the way sweetie. Until they get here this nice detective is going to let me stay with you.” I said pointing at David behind me. “I want mommy and daddy.” Joy said. “Oh I know you do sweetie. They are getting here as fast as they can.” I said. “I’m going have to ask you some question Joy is that okay?” David asked. Joy looked over to me. “It’s okay Joy I’m going to stay right here. I trust him just tell him what you can remember.” I said. Joy ��nodded and tried to tell David the best she can what she remember as after that she was moved back to a room. When we walked out the elevator Nancy and Franklin was rushed over to us. “Mommy! Daddy!” Joy cried out. I let go of her hand that she refused to let go of as Nancy and Franklin got to her side. Both Nancy and Franklin were crying tears of joy and relief.

I stayed with David. He was trying to make me feel better since Anna was with her. I just hoped that she was alive too. I knew that mom and dad were probably at the hospital or almost here. An officer had come to tell David the mom and dad had pushed past them to get into to Joy’s room. We quickly walked over to her room and as we rounded the corner I say dad. “I said nobody’s allowed in that room but her family. Hey! Where you going?” David asked. Dad looked at us as he turned walking away from us.  “Keller?” Mom asked as she started to follow dad. Dad started to run down the hall. “Hey! Where’s he going?” David asked “I don’t know.” Mom said. Dad continued to run down the hall. “Hey! Call downstairs. Don’t let him go. Hey! Hey!” David said as he started to follow dad. I ran behind David. “Y/n come back.” Mom said. But I didn’t stop and go back.

I ran out of the hospital as I ran to try to catch up with dad. Dad had got in to his truck as he started to drive away. “Stop that car! Get his truck!” David yelled. “Dad stop please!” I yelled. “Stop it! Hey!” David said as the pounded on Dad’s truck. “Daddy please!” I yelled as I ran up to his window. Dad just quickly looked at me  then he started to speed out of the parking lot. I quickly ran over to David car with him. “No you get back inside.” David said. “No I’m fucking coming.” I said as I quickly got in as did David. Then David quickly speed out of the parking lot following dad. “I got you, you fucker. I know where you’re going. I know where you’re going.” David said. But he said the first part quietly probably because he didn’t want me to hear.

I saw that we were going to grandpa’s old building. He pulled right up near the door. I could feel my heart in my throat. We got out of the car and as we made our way to the door I got hear thumping coming inside but I didn’t see dad’s truck. Dad had grabbed my arm pulling me behind him as he grabbed his gun and at the same time screaming could be heard coming from side. David quickly kicked the door up and rushed inside. I followed behind him making sure that I stay behind him the whole time. The thumping and screaming continued as we made our way up the stair to following the sound. As we got closer we made our way to a bathroom where something looked newly built and I knew that this is what dad has been doing. “Who’s in here?” David asked. “Alex Jones.” The voice said. “Did Keller Dover do this to you?” David asked as he pulled out his phone. “Yes.” Alex said. I felt the tears start to run down my face. “We’re going to get you out of here Alex.” David said as he called someone and put his gun away. He turn to look at me and when he saw that I was crying he pulled me into his chest. “This is Detective Loki I need back up with some tools and a R.A. to 234 Campello Street right fucking now.” David said as he hung up. He looked down at me. “Do you know if there is anything to get him out of this here?” David asked. “I don’t know maybe.” I said. “Help me look.” David said. I nodded and started to look for anything that would help. I found a hammer that dad must have left behind I grabbed it and went to find David. “Will this work?” I asked showing the hammer to David. “It’s going to have to.” David said taking the hammer from and went over to where Dad had Alex trap trying to free him. When trying to take the nails out didn’t work David started to slam the hammer against the plywood. When it finally broke David threw the hammer down as he pulled the plywood away throwing it to the ground the sight of Alex made me start to feel sick. He was severely beaten and seemed to have burns on him. I left the bathroom trying not to throw up. I put my hands on the wall as I leaned down crying. “Hey it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” David said as he ran a hand up and down my back. I got up and looked at him. “How is it going to be okay? Anna is still missing. Look at what my father did.” I said crying. David had put his hand on my bruised cheek. This made me flinch. “What happened to your cheek?” David asked. “My dad got mad at me and he hit me.” I said looking at the ground. “You should have told me.” David said. “What would you have done if I did?” I asked. “I would have taken care of him.” David said as sirens started to get closer and closer.

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Part 28 Video Killed The Radio Star

37 Days Left Until Extermination...

Back at the hotel, Charlie and Vaggie were still in the hotel lobby. The two of them looked at each other. They were still confused wondering why Anna had ran out like her life was on the line. Suddenly, they heard someone approaching behind as familiar trots footsteps echoed in the room. They turned to see Alastor, however, he looked like he had been in a fight. His eyes glowed a brilliant red, completely furious. He stood in front of the two women with a strained grin on his face, looking like he wanted to murder someone.

"Al, what happened?!" Charlie demanded.

"Well, our human has stolen my staff!" Alastor said.

"Guess, that explains why she left in a hurry." Vaggie laughed. Alastor glared at the moth demon. Then Husk and Angel approached the group, wondering what was going on.

"What's with all the commotion?" Angel asked. "I was giving Husky here a private session-" He stopped when he saw the state that Alastor was in. Angel laughed. Alastor looked like he was going to murder him on the spot. Charlie got in between the two.

"Hold on a minute! Guys, we can't jump to conclusions." the princess explained. "There must be a reason why Anna did what she did. She doesn't seem like the type of person who would do such a bad thing..." 

Suddenly, the doors burst open and Niffty and Baxter ran into the lobby.

"GUYS! TROUBLE! BIG TROUBLE!!!" Niffty screamed.

"Niffty? Baxter? Guys, What's wrong?" Charlie questioned.

"AlastoryouhavetohelpAnna!She'singreatdanger!ThethreeV'skidnappedher!" Niffty quickly rambled, answering. Everyone blinked not catching a word that she said.

"I did not catch a word of that." Husk replied.

"Slow down. What do you mean trouble?" Alastor asked.

"It's Vox! And he's not alone. Valentino, Velvet and him took Anna! They're at Vox's Studio!" Niffty explained, more clearly. Everyone's eyes widened in shock, at the news. Alastor clenched his hand tightly, slightly in rage. His nails were digging into his palm, cutting it. That blasted piece of shit television!

"Then we need to help her!" Charlie said. She turned to everyone else. "Guys, what do you say? Will you help?" 

"If Val's there, who knows what torture he's planning on doing to her. From personal experience, I don't want to her to through that. I'm in!" Angel replied.

"You can count me in! Anna's already done enough for me! I have to help her!" Niffty said.

"if you're in, then I'm with you!" Baxter added.

 "Guess, I'm in..." Husk murmured. Angel stopped him.

"No, you're not. You're going to watch stay here and Nugsy for me."

The cat demon's eyes widened in anger. "I ain't watching that filthy pig!"

"Aw, that's so sweet! That you're worried for me-" Angel smirked, cupping Husk's cheek with his hand. Husk brushed it off, smacking Angel's hand away. "Get off me! Who says I'm worried for you?" Angel fluttered his eyes."You can put on the whole tough guy all you want, but that's just for show!" Then Angel gasped in realization, pressing his hands to his face, squealing with happiness. "You're in love with m-!"

"Shut your fucking mouth of I'll shut it for you!" Husk growled. "I'll watch your stupid pig!"

Charlie looked at Alastor who was standing where he was, silently, watching everyone. She walked over to him.

"Al, what do you say?"

"No, I won't help." Alastor said.

"Smiles, what the hell?!" Angel exclaimed, angrily.

"I won't help a dirty rotten thief." Alastor replied.

"After, everything Anna's done for us, you won't help her!?" Angel shouted. 

"And look at how she repayed us, by running off," Alastor argued. "And stealing my microphone! She never cared about any of us! She used us! Why can't anyone of you see that?!"

"Anna wasn't going to give your staff to Vox." Niffty added. Alastor's eyes widened. He stopped and looked at Niffty.

"What do you mean?" Alastor questioned.

"Before, Vox took her, Anna refused to give it to him. She was going to return your staff back to you. I heard it with my own ears."

In Vox's Studio, Vox was grinning like a mad man, holding Alastor's staff in his hands. Valentino was sitting on the couch while Velvet was texting on her phone, taking pictures of Anna who was tied up and sitting across from them. Beside her, was Vox's pet, a mutated shark with arms and legs, Vark, was eyeing her with a hungry look in his eyes.

"I can't believe I finally got Alastor's staff!" Vox laughed maniacally.

"You bastard!" Anna shouted. "You are not going to get away with this!" Velvet crammed a sock into Anna's mouth and taped it.

"So, when are you going to keep your promise and turn the human over to me?" Valentino asked. "I can't wait to have her for my business. I have clients wanting to try her out. Maybe I can squeeze in a little time for myself as well." Anna's eyes widen and she screamed. She struggled against the moth demon trying to get him off. 

"You'll have your chances with her later." Vox stopped him. "I still have use for her." 

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion heard not to far off. Vox turned his head towards the monitors. He grinned.

"Looks, like bambi brought a few friends." the TV demon said and turned to Valentino and Velvet. "Mind taking care of them."

Valentino and Velvet left the room, leaving. Vox walked over to Anna and picked her up by the ropes.

"You're coming with me." He said, dragging Anna behind him. 

Angel, Cherri, Niffty and Baxter walked into a dimly lit room. In a flash, all the lights came on. Angel eyes widened at who was standing in front of him, not too far off from the room.

 "Val,"

Valentino smirked as his high heels clicked on the floor, heading towards the group. Angel froze as Valentino came closer. "Angel cakes, so glad to see you again." 

"Where's Anna, Val?" Angel asked. "Tell me where she is."

"The human pet is with Voxxy at the moment." Valentino laughed. "I can't wait to have her for my edition."

"You don't need her, Valentino." Angel said. "I'm not going to let that happen." Valentino stared at Angel for a moment, thinking. He hummed.

"You know, I'll be willing to forgive you for disobeying me. Stop this redemption nonsense and take care of them and come back."

Angel flinched as he clenched his fists.

"We can totally take this bastard down." Cherri said, looking at Angel. "Let's fuck him up!"

Angel laughed. Everyone stared in surprised. Valentino growled. 

"What's so funny, Angel?"

"You are such a loser, Val!" Angel shouted then he reached up towards his mouth and began pulling on the gold tooth. He ripped it out and tossed the tooth on the floor. It slid stopping at Valentino's feet. 

"Go fuck yourself!" Angel screamed. "I'm done listening to you anymore!" 

Valentino glared at Angel, furiously. "Then so be it!" He growled.

Charlie and Vaggie stopped at a room and walked inside. They were met with someone, clapping slowly. The lights came on, and velvet was lounging in a chair, sitting in front of them.

"Where's Anna?" Charlie demanded.

"She's preoccupied with Mr. V at the moment." Velvet explained, standing up. "So you two will have to settle for me, instead!"

"Let's take out this payaso," Vaggie said.

As everyone else were fighting there own battles, Alastor went on ahead. He stopped in front of the door to Vox's main studio room. He opened it and walked inside.

He came to a halt when he heard an distorted laugh. Alastor looked up to see Vox above him, along with Anna.

 "So you actually came, Alastor? I was starting to think that you weren't going to show."

"Return them to me." Alastor ordered. Vox laughed.

"Not so fast. You can thank your lovely human here for this little get together." He said. Alastor stood with a frozen grin as he saw his microphone in Vox's hand. Vox noticed and smirked wickedly.

"Not so tough without your stick are you, bambi?" He asked, holding out Alastor's staff.

"Let me go, you stupid, over egotistical, yellow bellied, pompous, narcissistic, cultish, bastard!" Alastor's microphone shouted.

"Enough of this bushwa, Vox!" Alastor growled. "Let her go and give me back my staff and we'll settle this on our own terms." Vox hummed, thinking for a moment before making a sickening grin.

"No," He replied. "I'd rather watch you suffer by my own hands." He gripped Alastor's microphone, tightly. Alastor felt a stabbing pain throughout his entire body like a thousand knives. He let out a screech, followed by loud distorted static. Alastor fell to his knees, his claws scratched the floor, roaring in pain.

Anna's eyes widened, watching Alastor in front of her writhing in pain. She struggled against her bindings trying to break free. Vox laughed in amusement.

"You know, Alastor I might make your suffering less painful if you admit that TV is more superior to music than that antique radio."

Alastor groaned. "Your music is all just screaming nonsense! Mine is an art!" He shouted. Vox scowled and gripped Alastor's microphone, harder, causing Alastor scream more in pain. Anna watched the two with disbelief as she had just manged to slip her arm free, taking off her gag. Two grown men seriously debating and fighting over which entertainment is better?

Anna sneaked quietly behind the TV demon's back, unnoticed, and kicked Vox from behind his knees, making him lose his balance. He dropped Alastor's staff, sending it sliding across the floor. It landed right in front of Alastor. Vox growled and turned to Anna. He began advancing his way over towards her.

"You bitch!" He shouted. Vox slapped Anna, hard knocking her to the ground. Soon, Anna was unable to breathe as Vox grabbed her throat with his hands. Anna gasped. She tried to push Vox off of her but he squeezed harder. "You've ruined everything!"

Anna vision was clouded with black spots. She struggled to breath, but was unable to. She tried to pry Vox's hands off from her throat but she had no strength. Her mind began to drift as she saw Vox's face in front of hers. She felt her whole body beginning to go numb as she couldn't move a muscle.  She was going to die. 

Just as her vision was going black, Vox was suddenly knocked away from her. Alastor's had swung his staff and it landed directly into Vox's screen, shattering it.

Anna coughed and wheezed, trying to breathe. She looked up to see Alastor standing in front of her in between her and Vox. Vox groaned as he sat up only to back away In fear to see Alastor with a deranged and terrifying look on his face. 

"N-Now hold on," Vox stammered, as he scrambled away from the radio demon who was slowly inching towards him. "You can take a joke can you? It was just a goof!" Alastor raised an eyebrow as he stopped in front of him. He hummed as he tapped his finger on his chin. Then Alastor made a dark grin.

"Sure, I can, Vox," He replied. Alastor pulled back his fist. "Here's my punchline!" He punched Vox right into the screen, shattering it completely. The TV demon fell to the floor unconscious.

Outside, of Vox's Studio, everyone was celebrating their victory. Valentino and Velvet were lying on the floor. The two of them groaned in pain in a pile of bruises and broken teeth and bones. Angel was talking about stealing Vox's limo, Cherri agreed along with him. Charlie was trying to talk them out of it, along with Vaggie. Niffty was with Baxter. Alastor and Anna sat alone from everyone else, watching them. Alastor watched with a strained smile as he saw Niffty kissed Baxter, uncomfortably.

"Alastor, I-" Alastor turned to Anna when he heard her spoke. "There's something that I want to tell you."

"What is it?" He asked.

"I want to tell you that I love-"

"Anna?" a voice called out interrupting Anna. Alastor and her heard someone gasp, followed by the sound of running footsteps. 

"Anna banana!" Anna's eyes widen and she felt her cheeks burn red with embarrassment. That awful nickname! Only one person in the world would call her THAT! It can't be...

Suddenly, Alastor was shoved as he was knocked away from her. Anna was pulled into a tight hug by another strange deer demon. With red eyes glowing, Alastor looked up and glared dangerously as he angrily stared in front of him at whoever dared to touch him! 

"Chris?"

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Strange Times || Ch. 3

previous part // Strange Times Series Masterlist // next part

Summary: Ray does some thinking. These new revelations are bad news, but maybe he can work around them, until he can’t anymore.

Pairing: Raymond (Charlie Hunnam - The Gentlemen, 2020) x Reader

Warnings: swearing; sexual references and themes; some sadness

A/N: this has been a whirlwind and i’m probably going to take a short break from this fic; i’ve barely scratched this part together so i might need more time to come up with the next part, especially because of what i have in mind for it; i really don’t want to write it just for the sake of it and then be unhappy with how it turned out, so please be patient with me! until then... here’s part 3

A/N 2: should i make a masterlist for this series? i made a moodboard for it this week just bc i was bored so might as well? let me know!

It’s been almost a month and Raymond can’t yet say whether Y/N’s pulling his leg or his skills are starting to fail him, because there is no other explanation for her completely falling off the face of the earth for hours on end without him knowing anything about it. When she told him so nonchalantly about her plans that first night, he expected he’d be able to track her every movement without too much fuss. Y/N Pearson, however, is a woman of many talents, so he was forced to finally admit that she was right in warning him not to underestimate her.

It’s not to say that it’s because of lack of trying – he’s had David tail her Uber for a few days but she somehow managed to slip away, only to pop back up in Oxford exactly the second Mickey started handing him his ass because she was nowhere to be found until midnight. Then he tried tracking her phone, just to find out that she’s been leaving her phone on the coffee table every day, although Rosalind somehow always knew how to get in touch with her (whether she’d let Mickey and Raymond know where Y/N was, was a completely other story). Finally, he decided he’ll just tail her himself, but that backfired when he followed her into a nursery store without too much preamble.

Trying to find his bearings, thoroughly confused as to why she’d enter this shop, suddenly horrified she might be pregnant with a fucking cunt, whoever this fucker is he’ll find his death today, he was startled by a hand slipping on his arm, bringing him flush against her small body. Looking down, he couldn’t help wondering what the fuck she was on about now, smiling innocently at the approaching shop assistant and completely ignoring him.

“Hi, darling!” She thrilled in the most obnoxious voice he’s ever heard. “My hubby and I are expecting this tiny wonder that’s growing inside of me, and we’d like to look at some cute little tiny clothes for this amazing bundle of joy that will grace our lives!”

To say that Raymond never felt more terrified in his entire existence should say something, considering he has three older sisters who each had the right mind to think he was actually their little puppet throughout his entire childhood. Three hours later, after listening to more coos than he’d care to ever experience again and now knowing how much every single stroller in the Kingdom fucking costs, Y/N escorted him outside (still latched like a fucking octopus to his arm, never having let go) and turned to him with another blinding smile that would be more fitting for a snake? Fox? Fucking Loch Ness monster? He’d take anything over her at that moment.

“What the fuck.” He doesn’t even have the energy to try to appear more threatening.

“What, babe? I thought you wanted to know what I’m doing all day. Isn’t that why you and Mickey have been freaking out? That I’m being naughty and doing unspeakable things? I just showed you that I’m being a good girl.”

He looks at her for a moment, his jaw set. Maybe one of these days he’ll just break his bottom teeth from all the tongue biting and teeth grinding he does whenever she opens her mouth. There’s a small part of his brain that lets him know it’d be great to get back at her by spanking her ass until it’s bright red, but he pushes the thought aside and just turns around and starts walking away.

“Hey!” She yells, heels clicking rapidly on the pavement until she’s in step with him again. “What the fuck, Ray? You can’t just up and leave!”

“I can and I am. I’m not putting up with your shit anymore, love. You’re Mickey’s responsibility, not mine, so you can do whatever the fuck you want for all I care.”

“Aw, Ray! Come on, babe, you don’t mean that!”

She grabs his hand, forcing him to stop and look at her. Disregarding the fact that they’re in the middle of a very busy shopping centre and everyone has to get around them, Y/N swings their interlocked hands between them, nearly making Ray think she’s a sweet angel. It’s easy to forget she’s been keeping him on his toes from the moment she stepped foot on British soil, when she looks up at him through her eyelashes, a small smile on her lips, almost – but not entirely apologetic.

He sighs and hangs his head. She will be the death of him, but apparently he has no control whatsoever over his body or feelings anymore, and with an arm around her shoulders, Ray brings her into him and directs her back in the direction of their house. (Their house? Since when did he start thinking of his own house as theirs?) He just wants to go home and maybe erase this whole encounter with something strong to drink.

He’s not even aware they’re holding hands until they are forced to split by an errant toddler. He notices how she smiles over at the little pig-tailed girl, a softness in her eyes that is surprising in a way that strangely warms his own heart. She takes his hand again, interlacing their fingers on reflex, unaware of Ray’s slow blink in her direction. He’s thoroughly enjoying her little display of affection, having more or less been subconsciously craving them ever since she first kissed him.

There’s a flutter in his heart, a missed beat that makes him question this whole thing with Y/N. He’s more than aware that she pisses him right the fuck off, but he can’t help but miss her presence and erratic personality the whole time she’s not with him. One month, and she’s already clawed her way in, gnashing unintentionally at the veins around his heart, until she’s found her way in. With a start, he realises that above all the dirty thoughts he’s had, all the images of her bent form before him, he wants to protect her, keep her safe, tuck her under his arm and kiss her head.

He realises now that whenever he steps down into the kitchen to find Y/N making coffee, still dressed in one of his t-shirts (having been seemingly diving into his wardrobe on a regular basis), bed hair sticking out, eyes half closed, smelling like she’s still dreaming, his heart swells. She would hand him his mug and with her own in her hand, she would trudge her feet behind, peck his cheek and stroke his jaw on her way up to her morning shower. And now, he doesn’t want anything else, but that. That moment to keep happening, every morning, every day for the rest of his life and what in the name of Jesus, Joseph and Mary, what the fuck!

*

“I’m home!” Raymond announces as he steps into the house. For a split second he’s surprised once again at the words he’s just uttered, unsure about how to feel knowing that Y/N is still currently living under the same roof as him.

He was comfortable in his life, alone and uncommitted, sure that he would never find anyone who would understand the sort of existence he’s leading, until Y/N barged into his life guns blazing and fucking up whatever sense of security he had until now. Not to mention that understanding earlier in the week that his feelings for her developed so high as to shoot the fucking moon did nothing to alleviate his irritation with her. If anything, it’s gotten worse, especially since she’d become even more secretive lately, until he snapped at her in the morning before she left with a final slam of the front door.

He doesn’t want to get into another fight with her, not in the mood for another shouting match where he’d try to pry out whatever the fuck she’s been doing. He’s tired of her keeping him at an arm’s distance, but doesn’t want to admit that he’s hurt by her not trusting him enough to confide in him. A tiny voice in his head points out that he hasn’t been truthful with her either – hiding his own feelings can only show he’s a coward, but he waves that away. All in good time, he’s not in a hurry, although the thought of Mickey finding out does more than put him off the whole ordeal.

“Got you that ice cream you kept going on about like a bloody lunatic yesterday!” He shouts, trying to distract himself from the dark thoughts that swirl into his mind.

There’s no response and the house feels empty, cold, desolate. An icy shiver runs through his spine, worst case scenarios running before his eyes. He’s left Y/N at home, having just stepped in when he went out to buy some groceries. He declined her offer of joining him when he saw how tired she looked, but now he fears it was a mistake.

He takes out the gun from its holster, slowly moving around the hallway and now that he’s closer to the back of the house, he can hear a small tune playing from the living room. He steps carefully around that particular creaky floorboard and inspects the space which seems clear. It’s only when he stands next to the kitchen island, that he sees Y/N’s head over the sofa. She’s sitting on the floor, next to the vinyl recorder, chin on her knees, hair falling around her body, as if she’s surrounded by a halo.

Raymond lowers his gun, places it on the kitchen counter, but is unsure what he should do next. This is unprecedented, having never seen Y/N this small before, shoulders hunched over as if in defeat. He makes up his mind, and sits himself on the floor next to her, back to the sofa, close enough that she can touch him if she so wants, but far enough to retreat if she wants to be left alone.

“This was my grandpa’s favourite song.” She murmurs.

She places her cheek on her knee, a movement small enough to allow him to look at her. He notices the tear stains on her face and there’s nothing he wouldn’t want to do more in that moment than to just brush his thumbs under her eyes and kiss her forehead. In time with the lyrics, she starts whispering the words, silently asking him to pay attention. He realises this is important to her, so he rests his head on the sofa and closes his eyes. He vaguely remembers buying this particular vinyl in a dingy shop, thinking it’s one of the most beautiful love songs he’s ever heard.

There’s a shift and Y/N crawls between his legs, curling in on herself on his chest. He raises his arms, placing one around her waist and another one to brush her hair. One of her palms rests on his bicep, drawing slow circles into the soft sweater, and she continues to murmur the song.

Raymond keeps his eyes closed, waiting for her to speak, revelling in the feeling of her skin. Her hair is soft and smells like vanilla, mixing in with the undertone of her cinnamon shower gel, and he wonders whether there is anything sweeter in this entire world than to hold her in his arms.

Rosalind warned him that there’s more to Y/N than the trouble she likes to stir, more than the reckless girl who lunges herself into aristocratic gossip and shitty remarks intended to shock. He’s used by now to the brash personality, peppered with unabashed flirtations and caustic curses, the brilliance of her mind whenever they debate an important subject, the vast knowledge that she still surprises him with. But this is never something he would have expected her to be. This mellow and sad part of her that she’s been hiding so well is the entire galaxy in his eyes, confusing him to no end as to why she would show it to him. She trusts you, Raymond, Rosalind’s words echo in his mind, going against all he thought he knew about her. She’ll never say it, but she’ll show you.

He kisses her temple then, a smile on his lips, but he wants to take her pain away. He wants to stop the tears from falling, although he’s not entirely sure what caused them in the first place. She looks up at him, eyes searching his face, and she kisses his jaw tentatively. It tickles her lips so she licks them, but Raymond stops her in her tracks when he kisses her cheek softly. He doesn’t move back, waiting for her reaction and there’s a question there, behind her pupils, blown wide, unsure and afraid. She moves her face closer until her breath fans over hips lips, and her body turns over his, and now they’re chest to chest. He brushes a strand of her hair behind her ear, thumb caressing the side of her neck. She leans into the touch that now moves up to her cheek, and her head rests in his palm now. She opens her eyes again, waiting, asking, hoping.

This is it, he thinks. This is enough and he gives in. Raymond kisses her then, the sweet scent of chocolate on her tongue, tentatively at first, capturing her lips in a dance that he dreamed of having – it’s different, softer, more meaningful than the rough kiss they’ve already shared. Lavishing her, hands move into his hair, while pulling and sucking at his lips. She shifts again, straddling his hips, leaning into him so he moves an arm on her waist to steady her. She moans into his mouth, the sweetest melody covering his veins and there’s fire in his lungs that spreads around his entire body. They come up for air and he peppers kisses on her brow, her cheeks, her nose, while she places her palms flat on his chest. Her forehead rests on his and there’s a moment where they just breathe each other’s air.

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me.” She whispers.

“We both know I have to bruise your ego from time to time so you can come back to reality.”

“You’re too good for me, Raymond.”

He brushes a hand over the side of her head, taming her hair after his ministrations. She leans into his touch again, filling his heart with affection.

“I’m really not, love. I’m too fucked up to ever be good enough, nevermind too good.” He smiles. “And speaking of fucked up, your brother is going to kill us if he finds out about this.”

“Well, that’s a sobering thought. Please, never speak of Mickey when we’re in this position, ok?” She chides, rubbing her hips into his to emphasise her point, which earns her a surprising whine in return. “Oooh, I like the sound of that.”

“The floor is really not the place to be doing this, babe.” He grunts, as she starts sucking and licking at his neck.

His arms find their way to her hips again, forcing her down, trying to create as much friction as possible. There’s an uncomfortable strain to his jeans, and his cock is suddenly even more alert and asking for attention. His unspoken plea is clearly understood and with a giggle, her hands fly to his belt buckle, tugging and loosening. He feels more than sees the zipper opening, fingers creeping under his shirt, leaving a burning trail on his skin. With a grunt, he grabs the back of her neck, bringing her even closer, sucking on her tongue and demanding her own breath. He pulls her sweater off with his free hand while she tries to make good work of removing his jeans.

Raymond warned her that the floor is not fit for this, so he grabs her ass and hoists her up, leaving a trail of jeans, sweaters and shirts behind them as he makes his way to the bedroom, never letting her go. He places Y/N carefully on the bed, intent on making this last, and not rush it into a quick and dirty fuck. He looks at her, splayed before him, red faced and wet lips, such expanse of bared skin just for him. He lowers himself above her, bruising her with another kiss.

“You’re mine now.” He whispers into her lips and she nods, pulling him closer.

Bloody fucking hell, Y/N Pearson will be the death of him.

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Three Days ~ 47

~*~Emma~*~

Sebastian laid back on the couch taking me with him. For a change, I was between his legs. He wrapped his outside leg around mine and I understood why he liked being between my legs so much. This was very cozy. I doubt he'd agree to that reason. His lips were so soft, mouth so warm. I could stay like this, kissing him all day. I couldn’t touch him much since I was laying on him. He was unhindered and stroked and tickled my back.

A text on my phone broke us apart. "That’s Eli’s ringtone." I kissed him as I pushed off him to get my phone off the island. I laughed at the message and read it to Sebastian. "Kirk at rehearsal. I cut it short and said we were having dinner and meeting your new boyfriend. He's invited himself and Boone. He hasn't seen you since the wedding. If this is a problem you have to tell him. "

"I don't care." Sebastian smiled, "I need to up our dinner order, he can eat the hell out of some sushi."

I texted Eli back while Sebastian called the restaurant. He gave me a thumbs up. I waited until he hung up, "I've got to shower."

"Yep." He was doing something and not paying attention to me.

The phone in my hand went off, 'Dancing Queen' playing loudly. I looked at him, "What are you doing?"

He hung up, looking at me with wide innocent eyes. "I wanted to know what my ringtone was."

"You're a goofball."

"That’s not new information."

My god, he looked like the most adorable little boy sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees with his phone in his hands. I crinkled up my nose and shook my head, "Not really."

I walked toward the bedroom. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it behind me, "You coming?"

I didn't turn around but heard him rustling around then his footfalls coming up fast. "Not coming yet, but I have high hopes."

The rustling I'd heard was him taking off his clothes. He was naked when he caught up to me, wrapping around me and kind of waddling us through the room. "Eager."

He lifted me off my feet and took longer strides into his bathroom, "I've wanted to get you in the shower for weeks. Wash your hair. Spread slippery soap all over you with my hands."

I struggled my way out of my sports bra while he took my shorts and panties down my legs. "I have to get my shampoo and conditioner."

"I have to get condoms."

I'd brought my shower stuff into the bathroom earlier and just had to grab the bottles. Sebastian had to run to the nightstand. I was stepping under the spray when he got back. His shower was big enough for four people. A shelf was cut into the long wall and held hair and body products. The short back wall had a tiled bench. An oversized rainfall showerhead dropped from the ceiling close to the center with a shower wand affixed to the wall. Sebastian put the condom on the shelf and joined me under the spray that more than covered us both.

"I need a shower upgrade.”

He pulled me against his wet body. "You spoil yourself with sheets and towels. I have a thing for showers and products." That he did. The shelf was lined with body wash. I wanted to smell them all, but that would have to wait. Sebastian sealed his mouth over mine, his fingers working through my hair to get it saturated. When he was satisfied, he backed away and grabbed my shampoo, "Turn around."

I turned, stepping out from under the spray, and tipped my head back. He smoothed the shampoo down the length of my hair before his fingers massaged my scalp. I moaned appreciatively. "I love a good scalp massage."

"I got you covered."

That he did. He didn’t miss a spot. He ran fingers through the ends and gently worked up a foam. He was much gentler than I was. Of course, I was just washing my hair. He was doing foreplay. Very effective foreplay. He rinsed the soap out and spread the conditioner. I handed him my comb and he carefully ran it through, loosening any knots.

Now it was my turn.

I didn't want him to turn around. I wanted to see his face. Plus, his hair wasn't halfway down his back. I enjoyed watching the water run over his chest, never taking the same path twice. He closed his eyes and had the slightest smile as I washed his hair. I moved him back under the spray and watched the bubbles. I kissed him and picked a random bottle of body wash. I stepped back to squeeze it into my hand. Sebastian went over my head and soaped my back as I ran my hands over his chest. When he was all soapy I rubbed against him, "This is slippery."

"And takes much more soap than when I’m solo." He got more and pushed me away enough to wash the front of me. He spent a long time on my breasts. They weren't that dirty, but I wasn’t going to complain, and by the look on his face he was enjoying himself.

I kissed his chest before soaping lower. He spread his legs to give me room. I stroked his cook while my other hand cleaned other places. The way it looked, he might bite through his lip. I stretched up and licked where he bit. Presented with the choice of his lip or my tongue he chose me. I soaped up his back and butt. He still hadn't stopped washing my breasts.

Prying myself away from his mouth was hard, but there were other hard things I needed to attend to. Sebastian tried to follow me and keep kissing. I put my fingers over his mouth, "I need to wash your legs, baby."

A moan filled the space when I dropped to my knees. My hands went to his ankle. My mouth went to his cock. "Fuck", came from his mouth and I felt his fingers on my scalp.

I continued to slowly suck him as I washed his legs. Damn, his thighs are even better when they're slippery. I made sure his balls were clean then used the flat part between the joints of my finger to massage the stretch of skin directly behind them. There was a string of curse words from above me and his fingers left my head. A quick glance up showed his arms stretched up in front of him, hands planted on the wall.

"I like that."

I kept up what I was doing until I felt his thighs quiver, "Do you want me to finish you or stop?"

"Stop." He took my hands, helping me stand. "Finish me? Jesus, Emma." He kissed me hard. "You're not clean yet." Turning me around he got more body wash and his hands went to my hips. He squatted, his hands slipping down the outside of my legs. They moved to the inside and he kissed the freckle on my butt before standing up. A hand on my stomach kept me tight to him, his cock between my thighs. His other hand went between my legs, a finger sliding onto me.

I smiled with a moan, "I don't think I’m dirty there."

His mouth was on my neck. He mumbled, "Just being thorough, baby."

"Appreciated." I gasped with the feel of his fingers on my clit. I reached behind me to hold on to the back of his neck. Now I was bracing against the wall with a hand.

He continued to finger me while tearing open the condom with his teeth. When he pulled his fingers from me, he used them to put my other hand against the wall. His tongue went up the side of my neck to my ear, "This ok?"

Sebastian asking, checking in, nearly ripped me in two. "Very ok."

The feel of him pushing into me had me biting my lip and turning my head to rub against his face. "Love the feel of you inside me."

"You feel so good." His hands went back between my legs and to my breast. "I'm not going to last."

An hour or so making out followed by soaping each other up and a blow job were apparently too much for my Sebastian to handle. Can't hold that against him.

A particularly well placed and hard thrust made me cry out, which caused him to curse and orgasm. He reached for my hands and wrapped our arms around me, "So damn good."

Sebastian turned me around, kissing me and pulling me toward the other end of the shower. He lifted my leg to put my foot on the bench, "Gotta take care of you."

The smirk on his face made me smile. Him sitting on the shower floor and burying his face between my legs made me moan. I reached for the wall in front of me, laying my other hand on his shoulder. I wasn't going to last long either. I tried to hold on, but he had a goal and knew how to reach it.  “Bastian..." was all I got before pleasure took my breath.

Sebastian slid under me, coming up behind me and turning off the water. I wrapped my hair in the twist towel he'd handed me and he wrapped me in a big fluffy towel, kissing my nose before wrapping a towel around his waist. "Glad I upgraded the water heater."

I laughed, "Cold water would have put a damper on things."

I slipped on my robe while Sebastian brushed his teeth and I scooted onto the vanity counter to watch him trim his beard. He looked over, smiling, "Tell me your favorite memory with Angie and Eli."

"It's kind of a sad memory." Sebastian shrugged. "It was right after Jimmy and I broke up. We ordered in from my favorite pizza place, played video games, and when it was time to go to bed they insisted I stay with them. They stuck me between them and we cuddled up together. Break up, homeless, and had no idea what I was going to do, but I felt very loved and very safe. I knew I'd be ok."

He wiped the shaving cream off his neck, "Sad, but very sweet. I'm glad you had them."

"Me too." He walked into the bedroom and I grabbed my toothbrush. He was back before I was done brushing, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

Scooting onto vanity where I’d been, he played with the sash of my robe. "Now tell me your favorite fun memory."

There were a lot and I started putting on make-up." Probably New Year's last year. They went to Hawaii with me. We had our own luau on the beach, complete with kalua pig." My eyes rolled back at the thought. "Ever had it? Know what it is?"

"Neither."

"It's a whole pig wrapped in banana leaves and cooked underground in a pit."

His face showed recognition, "I’ve heard of that."

"It's my favorite food in the world. You open up the leaves and the meat just falls away. There's a restaurant that lets us buy their plum barbeque sauce. I can eat my weight in kalua pig." I sighed, "So we spent the night eating, drinking, getting high. We had a fire on the beach and played guitars and sang. At midnight we were dancing on the beach, laughing, and having an amazing time. It was the perfect start to the year, being with my chosen family."

Sebastian pulled his eyebrows down, "Chosen?"

I raised my eyebrows and nodded, "Mom, dad, and Amy are my family. I love them and love being with them. Ed, Jill, Angie, Eli, Olivia, Harper are the family I've made for myself. And that was the first time we'd all been together." I had a thought and my face lit up. "I should show you those pictures. There's video of us hula dancing."

"I'd love to see."

"Tell me your favorite Will memory."

He immediately smiled, "A group of us went to Mexico for a week. We rented a house right off the beach. Same sort of idea. Hanging out, food, drink, wandering the streets out of our minds. We'd lay by the pool to recover from the hangover and start drinking again. There were some crazy clubs."

I added what he left out, "And beautiful women."

He grinned sheepishly, "Yeah."

Flipping my head upside down, I pulled off the twist towel, shook out my hair, and ran some product through before flipping my head back over to fingerstyle it into place.

Sebastian was smiling widely.

"What's that face?"

His face read disbelief, "Watching how you make yourself more beautiful."

"I’m a simple girl." I kicked up my heel.

"Which makes you more beautiful. You're beautiful without makeup and you don’t try to cover anything, you just enhance. I like that. Like watching."

I took a step over to stand between his legs. I put my hands on his thighs, moving them just enough for him to feel. "Thank you."

Sebastian put his hands on my face, pulling me in for a sweet kiss.  His smile lit up his eyes, the blue brightening. "Just the truth." Hands dropped slowly from my face.

I cut my eyes toward the bedroom, "I’m going to get dressed."

"I'm going to keep watching."

Over at my suitcase, I pulled out a short white t-shirt and floral drawstring shorts. He had said he had a thing for strings and smiled from his position by the bathroom door. With the light colors, I pulled on a white bra and panty set. After I was dressed, I sat on his bed to tie my shoes. Sebastian ducked into the closet and came out with a black baseball cap, "I’m going to turn on the laptop."

We spent the next thirty minutes going through pictures and videos. I'd forgotten about the video of me, Ed, and Eli playing. I knew it had happened, but forgot Angie had recorded. I did remember the hula dancing, just not how abysmal it had been. Sebastian put his hand over his mouth in a failed attempt to hide a smile. His eyes gave him away, "I know you can move better than that."

~*~*~

The second we stepped out from the subway onto the sidewalk in my old neighborhood I was hit with a wave of nostalgia. All the hours I'd spent wandering shops and galleries on my own. We'd talked about museums and art galleries so I knew Sebastian liked to wander and look.

"Whatcha' thinking?"

His voice startled me. I hummed through a smile, "I haven't been back here in a long time. It feels kinda strange. I’m excited to see if my favorite places are still around and to share them with you."

"Me too." He squeezed my hand, "Which way?"

I pointed across the street, “Apartment’s down there."

It was amazing how much had changed, yet stayed the same. My building had been painted and the doors were replaced. I told him about the first snowstorm and coming out to find the sidewalks hadn't been cleared and I didn’t have snow boots. My feet were wet and frozen by the time I reached the restaurant where I was working. Luckily, I kept work shoes in my locker. The restaurant was our next stop. It was now a bakery. The smell of fresh-baked bread would have been an upgrade from the food I’d served. I loved the smell of bread baking. We ducked inside and left with a selection of patisseries for dessert and a loaf of sourdough because I have a weakness. My fingers were crossed as we neared the corner gallery. A peek inside showed a familiar face and I pulled on his hand, "Come meet someone."

The gallery was long and thin. In the front were artwork and installation pieces. Once past them, there were tables and bookshelves with different artists' work set up. Paper, wood, marble, metal, and ceramics. Raisa saw me as she was ringing up a customer. She opened her mouth in surprise and mouthed, "I’II be right there."

I led Sebastian to a table full of jewelry. "Everything is local and changing all the time. I was in here at least once a week to see. The marble salt cellar at home is from here. The artwork in the guest bath. Lot's actually!” I picked up a card holding a pair of earrings. "I love this artist."

Raisa ran over, "Emiliana, it’s been forever. I thought you'd disappeared."

We hugged, "No, just moved and haven’t been back for a while. I’ve missed all the beautiful things you have. Raisa, this is my boyfriend, Sebastian."

Sebastian held out his hand, "Nice to meet you, Raisa. Your gallery is wonderful."

"Thank you. Are you down here visiting Angie?"

"Sort of. Sebastian lives here, but we're on our way to Angie’s after I show him around." I smiled at her slyly, "What's Angie been looking at?"

Raisa hooked her arm through mine and led me away from Sebastian, "Let me show you."

Sebastian stayed by the jewelry table then over to a tall thin shelf of books then to where I was looking. I touched his arm when he was close enough to show him the ceramic dipping bowls with different flowers painted on the bottom with a ring of leaves around the rim.

"Those are beautiful."

I agreed, "I'm going to get these for her. Raisa says she's touching them, but won't buy."

"I’m sure she’ll love them."

I stacked the ones I wanted and handed them to him, "I'm going to run to the ladies. Would you hold them, please?”

"Yep."

I kissed his cheek and headed to the bathroom. When I came out, he was taking a bag from Raisa. “What did you buy?” He pulled a leather journal halfway out of the bag. I ran my fingers over the smooth leather. “Beautiful.”  I paid for the bowls and waited while Raisa wrapped them and found a box they’d fit nicely in. As with everything she tied a beautiful ribbon around the box. Color depended on the contents. For the bowls, she chose a green like the leaves that adorned all of them.

We wandered through a couple of art galleries and shops before heading to Grand Ferry Park.  I used to sit out on the rocks and watch the water.  I led Sebastian to my spot and sat on the concrete with our feet dangling over the edge. It was a great view of the city. I told him more stories and memories and we sat enjoying the view. I pulled his arm across his body to look at his watch. We needed to head to Angie’s. “I’m nervous.”

Sebastian took my hand and kissed it, “What are you nervous about, baby?”

“Meeting your friends. You meeting my friends.”

“I met your friends last week and you’ve already met my friends.” His voice held a hint of annoyance I found endearing.

“Yeah, but meeting them is different than meeting them with you.” The corner of his mouth turned up a little. “It’s important. Because they’re important. And you’re important.”

“It’ll be fine. Everyone we’re hanging out with tonight already knows each other. They’re already connected. We’re the missing piece. Since your friends like my friends and my friends like your friends there’s no reason your friends won’t like me and my friends won’t like you.”

“That’s a very good point.” He nodded with his eyebrows raised. Sebastian the overthinker had the answer. “So, you’ve already thought this through.”

“Absolutely.”  He laughed and stood up, taking my hand to make sure I didn’t fall. “Not as much as you might think, but I had pictures of you at the wedding”

We grabbed a cab and were to Angie and Eli’s early. Not that they’d care. Inside, we started for the staircase, but Sebastian pulled me under the first flight. I was reminded of an earlier conversation about making out under the bleachers at school. Sebastian dug in the bag with his journal, pulling out a square box with a bright blue ribbon. He held the box on the flat of his hand.

I looked from the box to his eyes, “What did you do?”

He shrugged noncommittedly, “You asked Raisa what Angie was touching, but not buying. I asked about you, but since you’ve not been there in a while . . . we guessed. She showed me who’s work you liked and I picked what looked like you.”

I left the box in his hand and pulled the string on the ribbon and lifted the top. My breath caught. It was a beautiful silver and Roman glass necklace. Double circles of silver with chains met and led to a single drop circle of a swirl of deep blue Roman glass. Raisa had led him to the right place. I loved this artist’s work. I bit my lip and looked at him, “It’s beautiful, Bastian. Thank you.”

He smiled, looking a little bashful, “I thought it would look pretty with what you’re wearing.”

He picked up the necklace and I took the box before turning around for him to fasten it around my neck.  I put my hand over it, to touch it, before turning around. “What do you think?”

“Looks beautiful on you, Emma.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He only had one free hand and it wrapped around my waist holding me close while we savored one another.

I don’t know what star I wished on to bring him into my life, but I need to find it again and wish for him to stay.

[shannygoatgruff]

My Brother’s Keeper - Chapter VIII

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Modern Ivar X Modern Hvitserk

Rating: MA

Overall Warning:  Dark story told from an emotionally distributed person’s POV with graphic and sadistic material including rape, terror, torture, kidnapping, drug use, slash, implied incest, necrophilia, and insecurity. Heavy trigger warnings.  

Chapter Warning:  Description of a sexual assault - Trigger Warning

Summary: Mama always said to be their brothers’ keeper. Now there is absolutely nothing these two won’t do for each other.  Boys will be boys…

A/N:  So, I feel the need to disclaim whenever there is something graphic happening in a chapter.  As always, I have tried to make it as tasteful as possible.  I ask that you bear with me and trust me.  As always thanks for reading and I’m truly shocked and amazed at the positive reception this story has gotten. You guys rock!

Chapter VIII

Since Ivar still had a few things to take care of, he told me I could get started without him.  He knows there a lot of things I want to do and he’ll be back in plenty of time to enjoy some of the shenanigans I have planned.

He said he wanted me to be the first to christen the cabin. So, I made sure I went all out for this one.  I mean, it is a special occasion, after all.

"Fuck..." I manage to pant out as a satisfied smile tugs at the corners of my lips. That was amazing. She was amazing.  

She's quiet now, sitting on the corner of the mattress with her knees drawn up to her chin. She’s trying to hide her face from me, as if not looking at me will convince her that what we just shared didn’t happen. But she knows the truth. I know she can still feel me inside of her. If she needs more convincing, she can just look at her blood on the mattress to remind her.

It's hard to read her body language because of how dimly lit it is in here. The few lanterns make it hard to see her and are creating weird shadows on her face. Seriously, I wouldn’t even be able to tell that she’s crying if it wasn’t for the light glistened off a fat tear rolling down her cheek and that damn stuttered breathing.

If I can remember, I'm going to rig some overhead lighting in this room tomorrow.  

“You thirsty?” My throat is dry as hell.  I can only imagine that hers is, too. My chest is still heaving from the amount of energy I used to show her how much I wanted her. I know I down an entire bottle of water myself, but I’m a gracious enough host to take care of my guest first, “You want a drink?”

Standing up slowly, I pull my pants up and let them hang unbuttoned on my waist. I'm not nearly finished, but we need to pace ourselves for the long night ahead and take a breather. Carefully counting out the steps from the mattress to the chair, I pull out my smokes and a bottle of water.

I make sure to light another lantern and a few more candles while I’m near the window.  We just need a little more light in here.  Straining my eyes to see every inch of her is giving me a fucking headache. She looks too beautiful to be sitting there in the dark, with a thick collar around her neck, locked ball gag in her mouth...leash chaining her to the stone fireplace.  This is fucking art. She needs to be on display.  

Being around Ivar so much, I think he's starting to rub off on me. I’m really starting to appreciate why the setting is so important to him.  

I mean, even the mattress looks good under her.  I went out and bought new sheets just for tonight’s soiree; they match the cabin beautifully.  And for that pièce de résistance, I chopped some logs and put them in the fireplace. It smells fucking amazing in here if I do say so myself.  I thought our guests would appreciate it.  

Come on, It’s a nice fucking touch.  It makes this place looks like a 4-fucking-star hotel!  I should have made a fire, though.  That would have made it perfect. Oh well, live, and learn.  

There’s always next time.  

I have to admit, the leash and collar is such a better idea than tying her up. At least this way, she’s able to move around and fully participate in the festivities. Ivar is a fucking genius with this one!  

When we were talking about our wish lists, I didn’t think that he’d really take mine into consideration and try to make it happen.  I just mentioned to him that when they're bound, sometimes, it doesn't feel like a challenge. I mean, sure, their legs are still free, but when their hands are tied together, there's no real struggle. They can’t scratch, or punch and where is the fun in that?  I didn’t know he would find an easy fix for me.

But this?  This was fucking perfect. Ivar’s little makeshift restraint allows me to feel everything that I need.  I felt her nails dig into me when she clawed my back and shoulders and I'm sure there are bruises all over from where she punched me. She fucking loved it!

She especially loved when I pinned her arms to the mattress. I could tell by the way she used her thigh muscles to draw me in deeper. I love it when they do that. The tightness of their thighs around my waist and the way they kick gets me so fucking hard -

I can’t think about that right now.  We’re supposed to be taking a short break.

I grab a candle from the windowsill and carry it over to our place on the mattress. I notice how she flinches away from me, but that doesn't stop me from sitting next to her. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, I twist the cap on the water bottle and take a healthy swig. God that feels good. "You want some?"

I admire the look she gives me. I love that she’s so feisty!  I can’t stand the whiny ones. The ones that just cry and beg, that's more Ivar's deal. I like the ones that make me break them. They make me feel immortal. Judging from the hatred in her eyes, I'm going to be a fucking god by the end of the night.

I hold the bottle in front of her face and take it away when she turns her head. I'm not going to force her to drink. "Fine. More for me." I make a show out of how refreshing the cool water is as it runs down my throat. I know she wants some because her eyes are now solely fixed on the bottle in my hand. "You can have some if you want."

She reaches her hand out and snatches the water from me. I like when a woman can make me laugh and her little act of defiance is so funny to me. "I'm gonna unlock your ball gag, so you can drink.  You better not scream. I ain't fucking around, neither.  You understand me?" I nod back at her to seal our agreement.

I hate that I had to use the ball gag on her.  It’s always more enjoyable when they can talk to me, or curse me, or even tell me to stop. But of course, when I tried to get close to her, she started making a lot of fucking noise.  I honestly didn't take her for a screamer.

I mean, when we were in the car, I knew that she liked the sound of her own voice because she wouldn't shut the fuck up.  While I was in the backseat, I actually had to strangle her with fishing wire to get her to be quiet.  It wasn’t until I had pulled the wire tight enough to around her neck to draw blood and pin her head flush to her seat that she actually stopped talking.

Ivar had that look on his face like he was impressed at how I brought her to heel.  Really, I was just trying to be the lesser of two evils.  It was either what I did or have Ivar damage her face by slamming her head against the dashboard. I didn’t want him hurting a face like that; not until I had her.  

I didn’t mind a little bit of blood on her neck, but I didn’t want to destroy such a pretty face. I even asked Ivar if he’d be okay if I went first.  I don’t give a fuck what he does to her face when I’m done with her.  She won’t be my responsibility anymore, then.  Of course, he was totally cool with it.  He actually seemed amused.  

Honestly, I could only listen to her brag to Ivar about all the things she wanted to do to us for so long. She had me so fucking excited it took everything I had not to fuck her in that alley where we parked.  I hadn't been that excited to see if someone could actually live up to their own hype in ages. And boy, she did not disappoint, either.

With confidence like hers though, I didn’t expect her to scream like a stuck pig.

"Don't drink too fast. You're gonna get a cramp." She gulps the water down to the point that it's spilling down her chin. I think it's calmed her down a little because she’s now looking at me. "Smoke?" She rolls her eyes right before the remaining water in the bottle lands on my face. All I can do is lick what drips on my lips and smile at her.

"You think you're tough? Did that make you feel like a real fucking man?" Her voice doesn't match her face. She's so beautiful, but the ugliest words come out of her mouth. I don't like it when women curse. It's not feminine. "Well, you’re not, you little dick motherfucker...”

Packing my cigarettes against the palm of my hand, I narrow my eyes at her. "Don't curse. It's not lady-like."

"Fuck you."

I light my cigarette and move around to sit directly in front of her. If she really is as angry as she's pretending to be, she wouldn't be crying. "Why did you think I’m trying to hurt you? I don't wanna hurt you." Ivar is going to hurt her but telling her that might fuck up round two.

"What the fuck do you think you just did? You kidnapped me and tied me up. You raped me…"

“Nobody kidnapped you.”  I don't like liars and she's fucking lying to my face. "You couldn't wait to jump your ass in the car. And you're not tied up.  You're chained to a wall; there's a difference.”  I feel my top lip start to twitch as I talk and my voice starts to rise, “And I most certainly didn't rape you. You wanted it." I was there when she talked about how she liked to be spanked and how she wanted to suck Ivar into oblivion. She wanted us, but now suddenly, I raped her? I can feel my muscles start to clinch in my arms.

"But you made a messed up,” she laughs, “I heard your name, Hvitserk. I’m going to get out of here and I’m going to tell everything.  They’re going to know it was you that did this to me.” The tears make a crooked pattern on her beige face while her eyes continue to redden.  The colors together make such a beautiful contrast. “My father's a cop. He's going hunt you down and rip your dick off before he buries you under the jail."

That seems a little severe. I don't understand selective amnesia. Didn't she ask to come with us? No one forced her into anything. "Why are you so pissed with me? Are you always so hateful?"  I stand up.  Sitting this next to her is making me uncomfortable.  

"I'm not hateful. I just hate you." She tries to lunge at me, but I reach behind her and grab the slack of the leash in time to pull her back. The sudden jerking makes her grab for her throat and cough to try to get the air back into her lungs. "When I get out of here, you're a dead man." Her voice is hoarse as she tries to get her vocal cords to work again.

That was her fault. She had no right to try to attack me. I need her to understand that.  As I wrap the excess leash around my hand, I try to find the right words to say to her. "You won't make it out of here." I never want anyone to be misled in what's going to happen. She has her heart set on leaving and I don't want her to be disappointed when that doesn't come to pass. "He won't let you. When he comes back here, he's going to do everything he wants to you.  Then he’s going to kill you because he wants to or he's going make you beg him to put you out of your misery."

She wraps her arms tighter around herself and starts to rock in place like a child. I can almost see the thoughts churning in her head. I can definitely smell her fear. "What the fuck are you talking about? You're the fucking pig rapist…you sorry sack of shit!  Are you trying to scare me?  This is about power and fear, right? Well, I ain’t afraid of you! You can do whatever you want to me but you don't scare me. You're a pussy! You're a piece of shit…"

It's rare that I lose my temper but she’s pissing me off. "You will only speak when I give you permission." My head is starting to hurt and my neck is stiffening up. I can’t stop clenching my teeth so hard that my jaw aches. "Do you want me to scare you? Because I can."  

"Eat shit, you crazy motherfucker!"

This would go a lot smoother if she would just stop with the name-calling and do what I say.

It only takes a second before I land a punch to her face so hard that her head snaps back.  I can tell by how wide her eyes are that she didn’t think I’d hit her.  She needed reminding that I am in control, but that fucking screaming, "I told you to shut the fuck up!”  

"Fuck you." She whines pinching her nose. I don't think she gets it yet, but she will. Ivar's gonna love her. He loves the ones that need extra lessons.

My hand fists her hair and I yank back as hard as I can. The clumps of her jet black hair fall to the mattress as I continue to pull it out by the root. She should realize by now that I would stop ripping her hair out if she would just quit this screaming bullshit. "You spineless freak! Fuck you!"

She’s laughing at me. Is this bitch crazy?  It’s my fucking luck I picked up a fucking lunatic to party with.  “I swear to Christ, if you say one more goddamn thing, I will kick your fucking teeth out!”

"You’re gonna regret this, Hvitserk.” The mocking way she whines my name makes me want to vomit.  It’s like she’s making fun of me.  Like she’s laughing at me. “I’m not a piece of meat. I'm a person.  I have feelings.  I'm a somebody!  I'm Yidu Mora, the person who’s going to put your ass in jail for life.  Remember that, Hvitserk!! Yidu Mora...”

I never let go of her hair as I bend awkwardly to allow the steel toe of my Doc Martin boot to connect with her mouth. Blood shoots out in every direction as do her teeth, but it isn't enough. One more kick and now my muscles start to relax. But it's already too late. I can feel it all over; the anger, the hurtful words from her… this bitch is going get it.

I don't understand. I thought we hit the jackpot with her. I just knew she was perfect from the moment I laid eyes on her. Standing outside of the concert, she was perfect with her beautiful wheat-colored skin and dark shining brown eyes - I just felt this vibe from her while she was standing in line.  Hell, she was even dressed for the part with her impossibly short skirt, barely-there top, and thigh-high stiletto boots. She looked incredible and she knew it. It was obvious in every movement she made, every bat of her eyelashes, and even in that sexy smile, she gave to Ivar.

Ivar was on point tonight, too. Dressed in distressed black jeans, white shirt, and a black leather trench coat, he looked like he had just stepped off stage. It wouldn't surprise me if that's why she was flirting with him. She probably thought that he was in the band. It was no time at all before we had her walking to the car and I was asking Ivar if we could take her without hurting her face.

We had a beautiful guest in our new place and she promised to show us a good time. It was supposed to be perfect.  Why is it going all wrong now?  Why is she acting like this? She's ruining everything! "I'm weak? I'll show you how fucking weak I am!" I pull my pants down and force my cock into her mouth. The blood pouring from this tramps mouth is just added lubrication and though her jagged teeth scrape, the gums, where I knocked the teeth out completely, soothe the abrasions. "Take that shit, bitch."

I can't stop myself. I hold the leash upward, with one hand so the collar digs into her neck, and keep my other on the back of her head so she can't move. I know I'm strangling her, but right now I don't give a fuck. "I'm not fucking weak!  Fuck you!" Flashes of light dance around my eyes and I push myself deeper into her throat. I can feel the vomit on the tip of dick and it pisses me off more. I kick her in the stomach to make her stop.

Why couldn't she just do what I said? Where the fuck is Ivar?

I'm dizzy and everything looks hazy.  I can hardly make out her or the room due to the tears filling my eyes.  All I know is I don't feel her fists beating against my thighs anymore. I do manage to make out the awkward angle that she’s sitting with her arms resting at her sides. I don’t care.  I can’t stop.  I continue to push myself further into her mouth until her lips are flush against my pelvis.

"Hvitserk?" I hear my name and look at Ivar in confusion. My head hurts so bad and I can feel tears dripping off my chin.

"Ivar?!" I let go of her head and reach out for him.  

This isn't my room. The blinds are open too far, and the walls are too light to be my room. The scent of the sheets is familiar though. I have no idea why I'm in his bed, but I don't question his strong arms around me. I look into his vibrant blue orbs through my eyes that are barely opened in slits. There's so much compassion and love there. I instantly feel safe.

He’s growing a mustache.  It’s a sad little thing, but it doesn’t stop me from reaching up and tracing the fine hairs over his lip with my finger. When did that get there?  Neither one of us could grow facial hair for shit.

"Welcome back, my love. This is the longest you've been gone." Ivar's electric smile greets me and his lips brush my cheek before he rolls me over to lay rest my head on his chest.  His fingers take special care to run through my hair and the gentle petting is enough to make me feel sleepy again. "You had me worried."

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