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anystalker707 · 2 years ago

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Him with an s/o who works out (Zoro / Sanji / Ace)

Pairings: Roronoa Zoro x [gender neutral] Reader Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Portgas D. Ace x [gender neutral] Reader Summary: Headcanons for how he acts about you working out cuz you wanna be strong too !! Tags: Zoro is a cool gym bro / Squeezing Zoro's tit / Sanji is a simp ! / Sanji knows nothing but he's excited / Ace is lazy af / Take care of Ace / Really tiny bits of suggestive content, nothing clear or relevant

A/N: as a gym rat, i couldn't help but write this

MASTERLIST

࿐ Roronoa Zoro

• Working out with Zoro goes two ways, basically with it shifting between who's going to lead the session since you two like to train together, but not always have the same routine—it can be both entertaining or torturing

• With Zoro, he’ll focus more on training his upper body despite not neglecting leg day (thankfully), so expect calloused hands plus barely being able to use your arms right after you finish working out—Zoro uses it as an excuse for not fucking showering, but you’re not letting that happen, not under your watch

• Being weak from tiredness also has Sanji offering to feed you since you can’t overload yourself, but he will stop as soon as Zoro says he either leaves or feeds him as well, so Sanji doesn’t risk

• Probably a lot of mobility exercises as well, and it has both of you quietly counting in unison as you stretch/practice in sync, which once had Chopper hypnotized in the corner as he watched the two of you count together to ten before changing positions and repeating it

• He will always be adding more weight because he knows you can handle it and, in the back of his mind, he doesn’t want to feel guilty if something happens to you because he couldn’t help you become strong enough. So, even if he’s really careful about you, he’ll always be sneaking on an extra plate if you don’t pay attention

• “Zoro, I saw what you did...” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Zoro...” “You’re going crazy.”

• Very good spotter. Has fast reflexes, hence if the bar threatens to slip during benching, he’ll hold it straight away, but not without complaining about you being more careful (you’ll either start bickering or you’ll send him a glare that’ll make him shut up immediately

• Will want you to sit on his back so he can do push ups, and it’s amazing how he does it as if you weren’t there. Simple thing, but very bonding, honestly

“I’m not gonna handle it! Not yet!” You furrowed your eyebrows, watching upside down-Zoro raise an eyebrow at you as he held some plates in hand that, by your math, would result in more weight added to the bar than you’d asked for.

“Yes, you are!” Zoro nodded with a hum. “Your performance is perfect already and you can go up to 12 reps, that means you’re ready for more weight.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “That’s not— Just... no.”

Zoro rolled his eyes with a sigh and stepped back. “Okay, fine, fine.”

Shaking your head, you pretended not to notice the soft clinking of the plates that he did add to the bar. Yes, he was right, but you felt like waiting a little longer until you could actually progress, but it wouldn’t hurt to try, even more with him spotting. The new weight was evident when you raised the bar off the rack after a couple of minutes determining whether your hands were in symmetric positions or not, and he carefully let you hold it by yourself. Nonetheless, you could manage to finish 8 reps

“Atta (girl/boy)!” He grinned while helping you rerack the bar. You shot him a look, which he of course pretended not to notice.

The second series wasn’t as fine since your muscles were already complaining by the end. Maybe it still left you enough energy for one more. Or not. By the middle of the third series, the weight had your muscles locked for a couple of seconds before you pushed the bar, and Zoro’s hands immediately showed up besides yours, only hovering over the metal.

“C’mon, only four to go! Four, three...”

A hiss escaped your lips at how your muscles threatened to give up, though only losing balance considerably because Zoro’s desperation startled you and dispersed your focus. “Zoro!” You groaned, lifting the bar to rerack it so you could sit up and glare at him. “I already told you I’m not dropping the bar just because I took a little longer to lift it!”

“Better safe than sorry, dumbass!” He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms—stubborn asshole.

“‘Wouldn’t be so difficult if someone hadn’t racked some extra pounds.” Your eyes narrowed at him, able to catch on how he widened his eyes and tensed his shoulders despite trying to hide it. “I’m going to add 100 extra pounds to your leg press tomorrow and we’re doing ten extra minutes of cardio!” His mouth opened and closed a couple of times as he tried to argue, only to fall silent with a big pout at the way you looked at him, despite still scowling.

• As much as you may not like it as well, you usually have cardio days when you’re the responsible one for the day

• “We don’t need cardio. It won’t make you stronger.” “You literally need it a lot, Zoro. We are always running around. Remember back in Skypiea when Enel—” “...Okay, okay, I understand.”

• You’ll be just as rigorous with him when it comes to spotting or checking his performance

• A few squeezes on his ass can help him when he’s struggling a little too much with his squats, even if he complains a little and insists that his face is red because of working out and not because you’re groping him

• “...(Y/n).” “Mind to muscle connection is important, I’m touching the muscle to show you what you’re working.” “You’re straight up just groping my tit.” “Shut the fuck up?? I’m just doing my job??”

• He does like it tho—he’ll feel like something is missing and complain that you aren’t paying proper attention to him when you’re not following every movement of his and touching him the whole time

• Bonus for slapping his ass in the “good job, bro” way in the end of the sessions

• “My quads hurt.” “Mine don’t.” “You didn’t train hard enough, that’s why.” "Shut up, Marimo!”

• “My ass hurts, but not in the way I want it to.” “...I can... um, change that?” Zoro says matter-of-factly.

• Careful with what your sparring sessions can turn into. It can be either very good or very bad.

• Also, challenges as in “can you bench/deadlift/pushup each other?�� and sometimes he’ll carry you by having you sit on his shoulder and— fuck, what a man, really

“Last one, Zoro! Go low!” You cheered once he took a pause a few seconds longer than usual, extra carefully following his squat while you stood right behind him with your hands hovering under the bar, right next to his hands. “C’mon, strong boy!” He went down, but wouldn’t come up; grumbling escaped through his gritted teeth, something among the lines of ‘if it were so easy...’, but you didn’t even bother catching on to all of it. “I said c’mon!” Your hands met his ass with strength enough to have him standing up real fast.

“(Y/n)!” Zoro shouted, messily dropping the bar as fast as he could to turn back and glare at you; it wasn’t that effective, not like he wished, with that red flustered face.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

࿐ Vinsmoke Sanji

• Waking up early in the morning along with Sanji so you can work out !! He’ll be happy to prepare you a breakfast that’ll give you all the energy you need to start your day the right way

• Can and will come to watch you train at the crow’s nest if he has time, just the biggest simp that’ll have nosebleeds every five seconds and observe you as if you were some sort of deity

• At first complained on ‘why do you have to train with stupid Marimo’, but got pretty pleased when he saw you are able to kick Zoro’s ass during a sparring match, so from now on he is all giddy and proud of it, no matter what you say

• Will prepare your meals to make sure they have all the protein you need and remind you to eat before and after working out <3 taking care of the love of his life gives him so much serotonin

• Something. There’s something about watching you lift weights that has Sanji all flustered and melting and simping real hard. Knowing his s/o is strong—strong enough to carry him, even—has him all mushy and soft. Sometimes he’ll be lying down on the ground for a little too long so you can lift him and he can act like he’s the best person in the world for having you carrying him like that

• Also when you throw him over your shoulder. He’ll scream

• He’d also be very proud his s/o is able to defend themself <3 you can give him a punch in the face anytime and he’d just thank you. kick him, too. please. you wouldn’t have the courage to, tho. maybe just slap his ass sometimes to keep him humble and happy because he needs it

• Don’t. Don’t ask him to spot you or check your performance.

• “Was my performance okay?” “Uhhh, yeah....” (Sanji just stared at your ass or your chest the whole time </3 better ask Zoro next time

• If you wanna break him, ask him to feel the muscle you’re working during chest or thigh series

• Do ask him to help you stretch, by the way. Sanji will be very happy to push your back so you can touch your feet. Not to mention that he will join you on stretching sometimes !! Also will train with you on leg day now and then

• After arm day, though, when your arms are too weak to even take a proper shower, count on him for help. Will do everything he is able to in order to help you. Sometimes he will let you struggle if you complain too much then come back with the worst cynical expression you’ve ever seen. Little fucker

• If you have long hair, he will come back to find you with messy hair after a shower. First time it happened, he asked what happened and put himself into helping as soon as you explained your arms felt way too tired to brush your hair—he’ll do it himself, all happy to be taking care of his s/o

• When you’re in good form, do pamper him by helping him lift the big boxes of food for the ship’s storage, though. You’re strong, yes, and he may not want you to waste your energy with stuff he can do, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be swooning or following you with heart eyes and clasped hands if he sees you helping him around like this

• Lots of compliments in general <3

• “You’re doing so great, l’amour de ma vie! Simply perfect! You look just like a powerful deity!”

• Expect massages at night if you’re hurting

“Hey, Sanji, pretty boy,” you breathed as you poked your head into the kitchen, still with sweat coating your skin despite the towel around your neck. “Are you free?”

“I’m always free for you, mon amour!” He crossed his arms with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes a little—you knew he would be answering ‘in a second, mon amour!’ instead if he were otherwise busy, no way he’d let any little bit of food go to waste. “Okay, well, can you come up to the crow’s nest real quick? Zoro is using all the weights again.” Sometimes it wasn’t true, you just liked having him there while you trained. Sanji would complain about it, cursing ‘stupid Marimo’, but he was actually happy it granted him more time with you.

Back in the crow’s nest with Sanji, you went over to where you left your water and other stuff, where you wouldn’t bother Zoro, and cleaned the sweat away as best as you could before lowering to the ground. You did a few experimental push ups then glanced back at Sanji; he sat on your back with crossed legs. In the first times, he would shift around a little until he found a comfortable position, something that didn’t even happen anymore.

Of course Sanji had one of his silly little recipe books with him, busying himself with reading it while you used him as the perfect weight for your push ups. He would be muttering under his breath as he read, sometimes in French, and you couldn’t make out every word under the sound of you and Zoro counting out of sync, but you still loved hearing it. Sometimes, someone would go up to the crows nest looking for any of you three, and Sanji would always make sure to be noticed.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

࿐ Portgas D. Ace

• Either works out with you religiously or is very lazy to do it. Like, will drag you or be the one being dragged, also won’t care about a lot about following a diet and lets you plan your workout

• If Ace isn’t working out with you, he’ll be there to keep company and cheer for you, wipe the sweat away from your forehead or grab you some more water. Very sweet, he loves seeing you taking care of yourself and growing stronger, be sure he is very proud <3

• Ace certainly needs your help most of the time because his performance would probably not be the best, so he’d often hear “straighten your back,” “go slower,” “are you even counting?” “what fucking exercise is that, where did you learn that shit? I don’t want you injured!”

• Probably will do it wrong on purpose sometimes because he likes the attention. Just a silly little boy who likes having you holding his arms while you guide him through the sitting shoulder press. Literally the meme ‘kicking my feet in the air because they wished me a good day at the gym <3’

• He is flexible. Just by the way he crouches down, you can notice he has a lot of mobility, which sometimes leaves you jealous of how well and deep he can squat with a heavy bar on his back for someone who cares so little about it—Ace works out mostly so he will not fall out of shape because he mainly gets stronger from his offensive close-range combat. Either way, he is not entirely flexible, but will complain a lot about stretching

• Actually doesn’t need to train cardio, and you know better than to insist

• Sometimes, Ace is too anxious and shifty, so you’ll just ask him to come train with you because it always manages to knock him off right away when you’re finished, also helping him release the stress

• You’re the one taking care of him after you two workout because he’ll probably just pass out, sleep at the same moment he finishes the last exercise or even at the moment your eyes drive away from him

• “Ace, you still got two series of benching. ...Ace? Are you even awake?”

• Sometimes he’ll be like “I’ll work out everyday this week with you, don’t worry,” then actually do it only ONE single day and never again that week. He’ll show up in the middle of your workout sessions eating something, and immediately pause when you notice his presence, starting to walk backwards quietly—even Marco tried to convince him to get more compromised with it at least to keep you company, but just give up. Some weeks, it’s easier to find Ace passed out, snoring with his face in a plate of food rather than at least lifting a dumbbell

“Six... Seven...” You huff out each number whenever your body comes up just to go down again for another pushup; the edges of a heavy plate dig into your back to make your exercise count for something.

While still muttering the numbers, you hear footsteps approaching. It’s Ace, of course. He’s about to come closer with a sandwich stuffed half into his mouth, walking as if he didn’t make promises he wouldn’t keep. At the moment his eyes meet yours, he stops and his mood falls, sweat-dropping whilst he starts to walk backwards without the cheerfulness he had when approaching.

Later, Ace sits beside you when you’re sitting in the kitchen, waiting for your snack after having just taken a shower. “I’m sorry, my love!” He whines with a hug, pouting dramatically.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, sure,” you tease because it’s so fucking funny when he’s overreacting over minimal irrelevant things like this.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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propertyofkylar · 1 month ago

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kinktober day eight: spanking (m!wren x f!pc)

word count: 1086

tags/warnings: spanking on both ass and pussy, reader has a vagina but no explicit gender mentioned, blowjob, public sex kinda (with wren's goons)

Losing a game of blackjack to Wren was embarrassing enough on its own. You shivered as cool air blew across your bare body, nipples hardening in front of him and his goons. Yes, that would have been bad enough.

But no, this was worse. Because not only had you lost, you had gotten too cocky. You tried to cheat. You were caught. And that was downright humiliating. Your trembling wasn’t just from the cold - part of it was due to the look on Wren’s face as he circled your naked form like a vulture.

“What should I do with you,” he hummed, closely examining you. You felt yourself turning red from head to toe. And with a sigh, Wren flopped back into his seat. “Alright. Come here.”

You hesitated, but figuring that defiance would net you something worse than whatever it was the smuggler had planned, you obediently walked over to him. Smoothly, he pulled you into his lap, bending you over his knees. It made your blood run cold, because this wasn’t the first time someone had placed you in this position, and you knew what it meant.

“Please–” you started, but Wren cut you off.

“You lost the opportunity to beg my forgiveness when you cheated,” he sighed in a mocking way. It filled you with trepidation. “Now here’s what we’re going to do. You did something wrong, so we need to punish you. I’m going to spank you, and you’re going to count it for me. Okay? How many times should you get spanked?”

A cacophony of answers flooded the room, which only made you more nervous. You even heard someone yell “fifty!” Would Wren really spank you that many times? At least his bare hand wouldn’t hurt as much as a wooden paddle…you hoped.

“Wren…” you whispered, looking up at the man with wide eyes. Despite his cool demeanor, you could see his cheeks were tinged with pink. You still had a fighting chance.

He let out a sigh, turning his head away from the crowd. “We’ll start with fifteen and go from there.”

Fifteen sounded like a lot, but you figured you could handle it. But while you were thinking about that, a sudden smack landed on your ass, drawing a yelp from you.

“Count, sweetheart,” Wren said, and you swallowed.

“One,” you choked out, feeling the sting already. Wren was a strong man. Of course that meant a strong arm as well.

Two more sturdy thwacks came in quick succession. You counted them out in a shaky voice, but it wasn’t just from pain. No, the feeling of Wren’s meaty palm on your bare ass ignited something deep within your core, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. The fact that you clit was exposed to the rough fabric of his pants, grinding with every spank, only furthered this feeling.

“Four…five…” you practically moaned out the latest counts, feeling yourself leaking from your cunt and onto Wren’s leg. He let out a surprised laugh.

“You’re enjoying this, huh?” Wren teased. “Well, let’s continue.”

Smack. Smack. Smack. The spanks kept coming, each one somehow harder than the last. You could only imagine how red your plump ass was at this point, the skin stinging whenever Wren’s hand drew back and sent a small breeze over you. And it felt so. Fucking. Good.

In fact, as his hand continued his work, the heat inside you intensified. His hand on your skin, the air blowing, the friction between your clit and his pants. Oh, you were getting close. You were nearing an orgasm from being spanked.

“Hah - thirteen,” you whined, your hips having a mind of their own as they tried to grind down for even more of that sweet friction. “F-fourteen!”

“You’re doing so well,” Wren said in a snarky, cooing tone. “And you’re dripping all over my hand. Should we add a few more, hm?”

“Oh, p-please,” you begged, though you weren’t sure what you were begging for, exactly. That’s when the fifteenth smack came down hard on you, nearly sending you forward off Wren’s lap. You could barely choke out the number through your moans.

“Well, you’ve been so obedient,” Wren mused. “And it’s clear you want to get off. So, we’ll add just a few more spanks.”

You tensed yourself, but this time, Wren’s hand landed straight on your cunt instead of your ass. And with a couple of those smacks, you were crying out as you came undone, your cunt clenching desperately around nothing.

“Punishment’s not done just yet,” Wren said, and you became suddenly aware of the bulge poking you. He gently pushed you off his lap into a kneeling position in front of him, where he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock.

He didn’t even need to say anything. Your face naturally gravitated towards his flushed cock and your lips wrapped around its head, Wren letting out a breathy moan as you swirled your tongue around.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, carding his fingers through your hair. The sting from your scalp was nothing compared to the lingering pain on your ass, though. He thrust into your face, shoving more of his cock down your throat, knowing you could take it. And you could.

Clearly, you hadn’t been the only one turned on by this spanking session, as you already felt him twitching in your mouth. Wren was practically fucking your face, but you could tell he was holding back a little - maybe he was trying to give you a bit of a break.

You sucked hard, one hand coming up to tease his balls with your fingers. That elicited a sharp gasp from him and without any warning, he came, filling your mouth with what felt like gallons of his hot, salty cum. You diligently sucked him clean and when you were satisfied you had swallowed it all, pulled off him with a wet pop.

Wren was panting, one hand rubbing over his face. You folded your arms and placed them on top of his thighs, resting your head on them. You blinked up at him innocently a few times and he offered you a tired smile.

“Okay, okay,” he relented. “That’s enough punishment, I think. Good work.” Wren’s hand gently patted your head.

You smiled back and tried to lean back onto your heels, having forgotten what had previously happened. Even just touching your feet with your bare ass made you hiss with pain.

This punishment would last longer, it seemed.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #wren the smuggler #wren x reader #dol wren #dol fanfic #writing #kinktober

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wooahaeproductions · 7 months ago

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Thinning of the Veil

Joshua Hong x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: fantasy, suggestive, Fae!Joshua

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: fairy myths and legends, mentions of alcohol and feeling intoxicated (although not from the alcohol) and very suggestive kissing

Rating: 18+

Tagging: @shuadotcom @the-boy-meets-evil @just-come-baek because I'm evil

A/N: This is my submission for K-Vanity's Spring Fling Event! Thank you Rie @pyeonghongrie and my dear Jasper @starlitmark for betaing for me 🥰

You let out an exhausted sigh in the living room of the Airbnb you were sharing with a few friends. They had been talking amongst themselves about what to do that night for the past ten minutes, no one coming up with anything good. “Look, why don’t we ask the host what they suggest?” you interjected, “They are a local, obviously, so I’m sure they know what the happenings around here are.”

All conversation stopped, and your three friends looked at you like you were a genius. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You loved your friends, but most of them were not the sharpest tools in the shed. You nearly told Emma no when she asked you to come on a trip to Ireland with your two other friends, and you weren’t so sure you made the correct decision by saying yes.

But here you were in the beautiful country of Ireland, in an adorable little Airbnb in the town of Tullamore. It was located on the Grand Canal, giving you lovely views of the water, and was a short walking distance from the town center, where you guys had eaten dinner the night before after checking in. The surrounding area was lush and green, and all the buildings were old and castle-like.

“Why are you so smart, Y/N? We should ask Nora what she recommends,” Emma said, mentioning the name of your Airbnb host who lived in the cottage next door. As if she sensed she was being talked about, you heard a knock on the door, and Mark opened it to reveal the older host.

“Hi, kids. I just brought some more towels over in case you needed them,” Nora said, coming into the cottage and offloading the pile of towels in her arms on the table.

“Thank you, Nora. Can we ask you if any unique things are happening around town right now?” You asked her.

“Of course! You guys are here at a good time, actually. Due to the summer solstice, there are many festivals during this time of the year, and most of them take place tomorrow, May 1st! The biggest one is the Festival of Fires that happens in Uisneach, which is about half an hour from here.” Nora explained, excitedly giving you the information.

"Oh, that sounds cool!" Emma exclaimed, bouncing a little bit on the couch next to you.

"But be careful. The veil between the human world and the fae world becomes much thinner during such celebrations," Nora said with a wink as she turned around and walked out the door, leaving your group confused and intrigued.

"We should definitely go," Emma declared, grinning as she looked at you and Chris, who are the most reserved among the four of you.

"Yeah, let's go," Mark said in his persuasive voice.

“Fine. We’ll go,” you relented. You acted like you didn’t want to go, but in truth, you were interested. Now that you were here, you wanted to experience something unique.

However, that still meant none of you had figured out what to do in the present evening. Maybe you would just end up in bed early, curled up with a good book.

The next evening, you found yourself on a train to Uisneach. After doing a bit of research, you found there was a train that would take you to and from the festival. It was quite a big affair for this part of town, and they had made transportation easy for those going to the celebration.

You sat in one of the seats next to Chris who was reading a book, while Emma and Mark sat across the aisle. You watched the lush hills go by out the window as the train climbed higher in elevation to the place where the festival was being held, silently thanking Emma for dragging you here. You would never admit it to her out loud, but you were glad to experience the scenery of a beautiful country.

Half an hour later, the sun was going down and the train had finished its climb to the Hill of Uisneach. The air felt different as soon as you stepped out of the train. You could hear the hum of many people talking and feel the overall excitement of a festival. You and your friends followed the crowd up a path to the peak of the hill where a very large bonfire had been started.

Your head felt fuzzy, but you couldn’t tell if you were drunk from the multiple beers you’d had or if it was from something else entirely. Your body felt too warm as you sat in the heat of the large bonfire, and you got up from where you were sitting to cool off. “Where are you going?” Emma slurred.

“Just over here to get more air,” you responded, wandering to a wooded area not far from the bonfire and all the people. As you grew closer to the trees, you breathed in the scent of moss and pine. You felt as if you were being drawn to the area, and as a breeze blew past, you could have sworn you heard your name being called from just beyond the edge of the woods.

You continued to walk into the thicket of trees, following your name on the wind, when you suddenly came upon a clearing in the center. Strips of slivery moonlight that shone through branches lit up the clearing, revealing a small stream that ran through the woods, and you were surprised to see fireflies. You were positive Ireland didn’t have fireflies, so what were they? You reached out your hand to touch one, only for it to disappear like a flicker of light. More appeared in front of you and you felt the need to follow where they took you.

As you grew closer to the stream, you saw the outline of a man. He turned to look at you and you swore your heart stopped. His honey eyes seemed to pierce your soul as they gazed at you beneath dark brown bangs. His skin shimmered in the moonlight, and his lashes seemed to shine like they were crusted in tiny diamonds. And finally, two glittery, gauzy green wings peeked out from behind him. You had never seen anyone or anything so beautiful.

“You heard my call,” He finally spoke as he walked toward you, and his voice sounded like a whole melody.

“You-you knew my name?” you stuttered.

“Of course, I find out the names of those I want,” the fairy responded, stopping in front of you as he brushed his fingers lightly against your cheek. Your breath was stolen from your lungs at his touch and you felt the only way to get it back was to kiss him. Before you could even fathom stopping yourself, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. Any thoughts of running were completely erased from your mind. He tasted sweet, making you feel intoxicated, and you knew it wasn’t the beer’s doing.

You continued kissing him, feeling like you couldn’t get enough of him. Eventually, he had pulled away long enough to lay you down on a soft patch of moss nearby. It was soft and spongey, like a comfortable bed, not at all slimy or damp like you expected it to be. The man hovered over you with a gentle smile, his wings engulfing the two of you. He knew your name, but did you get to know his?

He smiled again, this time more cheekily as if he had an idea of your thoughts. Perhaps he did because he said, “Joshua. My name is Joshua,” and then leaned back down to place small pecks along your jaw and neck. You sighed. You never felt anything so heavenly. His small pecks morphed into open-mouthed kisses, sucking the sensitive spot at the base of your throat, and your sighs turned into moans.

Your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, the image of him above you remaining behind your closed eyelids. You were about to tell him that if he continued like this, you were going to need him more when everything went blank.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed back at the Airbnb. You opened your eyes, assaulted with the morning light. Was everything that happened a dream? Was Joshua a dream? You brushed your fingers over the spots on your neck that he had kissed, and you swore you could still feel his lips. Before you could continue questioning what had happened, Emma burst into the room.

“Oh good, you are awake,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her as she approached the bed.

“Um, good morning to you too. What the heck happened last night?” You questioned, unsure of anything at this point.

“That’s what I was about to ask you! One minute, you had wandered into the woods, and the next, you had completely disappeared. We spent so much time looking for you, and when I decided to call the police after we got back, you were here. Asleep!” she ranted. You sat there trying to recall what happened after everything went blank when something on your bed caught your eye: a green feather. Joshua’s wing feather. You picked it up and twirled it between your fingers, the sun coming in from the window making it shine.

“I think I met a fairy,” you said with a light grin. You hoped you’d get a chance to see Joshua again when the threshold between worlds thinned once more.

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nowoyas · 3 months ago

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Koi no Yokan Masterlist

Status: ongoing, updates every Saturday

Summary: Love at first sight isn't real. Whatever this Nishinoya guy was feeling when he proposed to you on sight, it wasn't love. And if you're wrong? All he has to do is propose another nine hundred and ninety-nine times to prove it.

Warnings and Tags: coming of age, slow burn, eventual (easily skippable) smut, minor character death, family + mental health issues, hurt/comfort, gratuitous footnote usage. reader is not gender neutral/fem reader for plot reasons

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🏐One: the first impression matters most // You try to waste time and walk away from it with a suitor.

🏐Two: notes on nishinoya yuu // Your suitor orbits around you like the sun. How can you help but to observe him?

🏐Three: guilt tastes like cola garigari-kun // Popsicles with the guys and popsicles alone.

🏐Four: say yes if you don't have a reason to say no // You head over to Nishinoya's place for tutoring and general headachery and make a decision.

🏐Five: find reasons to say yes // The Karasuno High School volleyball club works towards finals. You spend this time deciding how you feel about your new clubmates.

🏐Six: hide behind whatever you can // As exam week drags on, you spend the time out of practice and largely being bothered by your latest pastime.

🏐Seven: it's good to have a project // Karasuno High School hands back final exam results.

🏐Eight: a change of scenery might help // Training camp season starts with an overnight weekend trip to Nekoma high school.

🏐Nine: don't startle the stray // The weekend at Nekoma comes to an end. You settle in for the ride home.

🏐Ten: get it out of your system // The long ride back to Miyagi comes to an end. You open old wounds and gain a new one.

🏐Eleven: write it again // Pieces are picked up as you find yourself in a downswing.

🏐Twelve: SCAT2 // You have a headache.

🏐Thirteen: get your brain back // coming 9/21!

#admin stuff #masterlist #my fics

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tragedycoded · 3 months ago

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writeblr interview tag!

Thank you to loves @the-golden-comet and @sableglass for tagging me here and here. I need you know I made a serious effort not to be a sarcastic asshole as I answered these questions... four days ago. And then forgot to post them.

Let's ggo!

Short stories, novels, or poems? I published short stories in a previous life, but I suck at following prompts or instructions and have accepted my fate as a novelist.

What genre do you prefer reading? Horror. I'm in my post-cosmic horror era right now. Existential. Yeah. Although I don't write folk horror myself (I'm thinking Laird Barron, T. Kingfisher, Stephen Graham Jones) I do enjoy folk horror v much. Bonus points if the protagonists are middle-aged and it's not about how apartments/houses or children are scary. (No hate to domestic horror, I'm just not the target audience.)

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person? The first draft is me explaining the Situation to myself. If it happens to make even a tiny bit of sense, we're all lucky. Like, that almost never fucking happens. I didn't show Doom Metal Love Story to anyone until the third/fourth draft because any sense it makes came from me rambling at my roommate in the kitchen while high off my ass at ten in the morning last autumn.

I'm a rambler, baby~

What music do you listen to while writing? That depends! Most of the time it's the soundtrack of whatever video game I wish I were playing instead of working LOL. I've always been like this, it's not cute. Sometimes I rotate in a specific heavy metal album I've heard a million times if the vibes aren't right. If I'm really having a good day, it's '80s music.

Favorite books/movies? Yeah man I have some of those!

Favorite book is House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. Yes I realize this is a corny and uninspired answer. This book whipped ass when it was published and it whipped ass when I reread it in 2014 and I'm willing to bet money it would whip ass if I reread it in [current year].

Favorite movie is Aliens. The second one. It's the perfect movie. I refuse to acknowledge any film in the series other than Alien and Aliens. Corporal Hicks and Newt are still alive, you sons of bitches.

Any current WIPs? Yes.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you what would your standard outfit be? A hooded sweatshirt, jeans, no shoes unless I'm out in public. Then it's flip flops. Fingerless gloves if it's chilly and muh arthritis is acting up.

Create a character description of yourself: The smell of pot smoke and the clicking of keystrokes barely penetrates the unopened window. Occasionally, they step out onto the back deck to smoke a cigarette and simultaneously praise and complain about the sun. They might be in their forties. They might own a cat. No one can agree on their height or their gender or whether they actually exist. Can only be contacted through instant message or email. Might be a ghost.

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing? Hell, no LMAO. When I realize I've done it accidentally, I feel like I just got read by a therapist.

Are you kill happy with your characters? I may have killed all three main characters in DMLS multiple times, killed Khalid (from A Living Machine) when he was 12, in front of everybody, and I may intend to kill every character who appears in The Cave Dive, but...

... yeah OK there's something wrong with me.

Coffee or Tea while writing? Coffee all day every day.

Slow or fast writer? I type like someone is threatening to tickle my feet if I stop.

Where/who/what do you draw inspiration from? Uhhhhhhhh...

"OK yeah like that initial idea would be cool and all but make it worse."

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Most fav book cliche: This author comes from the land of "all cliches suck and should be avoided like the plague."

Least favorite cliche: Like the plague.

Favorite scene to write? Fight scenes. If I can't write a fight scene, let me write a fuck scene.

... why do I not write hockey romances, again?

Reason for writing? I've tried all other legitimate forms of occupation. This is the only one that rewards me for my ability to make shit up and type 40 wpm in first draft mode.

Tag! Usual apologizes for double-tagging go here, Jamie is silly.

@lychhiker-writes @cowboybrunch @finickyfelix @saturnine-saturneight

@ashfordlabs @autism-purgatory @noblebs @aintgonnatakethis

@the-golden-comet @asablehart @mauvecatfic @leahnardo-da-veggie

@sableglass @gioiaalbanoart @words-after-midnight

@lavender-bloom @jev-urisk @wyked-ao3

#writeblr interview tag #sorry to everyone who doesn't “get” the d20 gif answer--i must have thought it was funny four days ago but now i'm like “WHAT DID I MEAN”#smoke weed -> save as draft -> surprise future you

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 2 years ago

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Pretty boy

February Filth Fest : Day Four

Park Seonghwa x fem reader

a/n: i feel the need to put a disclaimer? i don't think makeup or clothes or anything have a gender but for the sake of fan fiction: hwa puts on more traditional feminine stuff and gets all pretty 🤭

i have no idea why tumblr posted this earlier than i set it for but it's here now so enjoy 😭

"Tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, feminization, sub hwa, protected(!!!!) cockwarming & penetration, pet names (pretty, mars, sweetheart & babe, angel), praise

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Doing so good," you praise as you turn your torso and grab your favorite eyeshadow pallet from the vanity. "So patient for me."

"T-Thank you, Angel."

Seonghwa is gripping the arm rests of his chair like it owes him money. Looking up at you with wide, sparkling eyes and a smile on his painted lips. He's doing everything in his power to be good for you. Everything in his power not to buck up into the warmth of your cunt as it hugs him: unmoving.

You dip a small brush into a light color and tell him to close his eyes. He obeys. He always does. Although, he takes a moment to glance at your naked chest before doing so. "Thank youuu." You take a moment to admire him. His lips are a beautiful, deep pink color. He's wearing his favorite earring of yours. He's dressed in a dress you got just for him, hiked up just above his hips. It's plain, really. But he's so beautiful that he doesn't need anything extravagant.

You peck his eyelid gently before continuing to do his makeup. He jumps a little at the unexpected feeling, accidentally rocking inside of you. You brace yourself on his shoulder with a hiss, biting back a moan as he hits your g-spot. "Hey!"

"Sorry, Babe... you scared me." The both of you laugh a bit before you steady his head with a hand cupping his chin. You feel his cock twitching ever so slightly, even through the condom.

After painting his eyes, you purposely rock your hips back as you grab a liquid eyeliner. You smirk at him as he gives you a pair of puppy eyes. "Finishing touches, Pretty. Don't worry. We're almost done." You draw a little cat line out from his eyes and lean back to take in your work.

"How do I look?" His eyes search your face for any signs of approval, finding them all over as your eyes dilate wider than before and your lips turn up.

"So pretty," you rock your hips on his and he frantically grabs onto you. "My pretty boy."

"Please-" you wait for him as he gathers his words, "please, can I fuck you?" With the smallest nod of your head, he's lifting his hips and fucking into you like there's no tomorrow. "God!"

"Oh," you moan, cupping his face in your hands. He's so cute like this. All done up and needy for you. "Fuck me so good, Mars. So big."

The praise goes straight to his head, filling him with a euphoric buzz. All he can do is buck up into you and stare into your eyes and moan for you. "Te- shit- tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

You coo, kissing his neck and mumbling into it, "you are. The prettiest. My Pretty. My good, pretty, boy. My big, beautiful, Mars." The moan that comes from him is almost a yell, his grip tightening with a bruising force as he lifts you up and down on his cock. "Pretty boy fucks me so good."

"Babe, can you... wanna- good god! Please!"

"What do you want, Sweetheart? Take a breath and tell me..." You intertwine your fingers with his curled hair, making him lean his head back and stopping his ranting effectively.

"Please, Angel, kiss me."

You tug on his hair and ask him, "and ruin your makeup?"

"Yes! Don't care, I need you to kiss me! I need it-"

You cut him off with your lips on his and you roughly mesh together, both moaning as he grabs onto your ass. He slips his tongue into your mouth and lets you do as you please with it- taking it all.

When you pull away, his lipstick is now also yours, smeared messily on the both of your lips.

"So messy, Mars."

"Sorry." No he's not. He got what he wanted and he still has you bouncing on him, bringing him ever closer to his climax.

"It's okay, Sweetheart. Still so pretty."

#february filth fest #park seonghwa #seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #ateez #ateez smut #seonghwa smut #smut fic

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kekaki-cupcakes · 1 year ago

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Hiiii, hope u're doing well :)

Can I request a slow burn-strangers to lovers connor stoll x mortal reader please?

( no headcanon, just a one shot 🫡)

Like how they met, their first kiss... AND connor reveling he's a half blood

A fem reader or gender neutral is okay

Okay so this has been sitting in my drafts since the stone ages but I had a burst of motivation so here's 2.9k of teasing and fluff

It's not really a slow burn because it's a one shot but it's implied that it happens over time so yk yk. And I checked all the boxes you get first interactions a make-out session and the big reveal :)

Cafe au but it's not an au--- Connor Stoll x gn mortal!reader

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“We’ve got a new kid today, you wanna show him the ropes?”

You finished ripping the receipt out of the machine and smiled politely at the customer who took their change and moved to the side. The receipt made a tearing sound as you pushed it onto the metal spike [you didn’t actually know what it was called, you realized], and then spun around, “oh thank god, yes please.”

“That’s what I thought,” Maria chuckled, wrapping an apron around her middle and pining his name tag to the front of the green material that had an odd shaped stain on the pocket. “You hate the till.”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Hopefully the new kid, he should be here in a minute, I did say four thirty.” He looked up at the clock behind the queue of customers waiting for their coffees that read four forty, and then glanced towards the glass doors.

“What’s his name?” You ask, resetting the price on the cash register and taking off the stupid little cap whoever was at the til had to wear. You groaned, “oh please don’t tell me it’s his first job, i can’t explain how to count change to another pimply little-”

“It’s his first job, just moved to New York,” she said, lifting up a sticky note and reading the note underneath it on the whiteboard near the mops. “And his name is… Cecil Markowitz.”

“I’m here, I’m here!”

“We noticed.” Maria muttered drily, pulling the cap over her jagged strawberry blonde hair.

A blonde kid, maybe fifteen or so, panted on the other side of the counter. He was in a school uniform that he tugged a black hoodie over the top of as he spoke at the speed of light. “Sorry, my brother had to drive me and he ran like four red lights so we wouldn’t be late but then-”

“Then you shut up so your amazing big brother —who did not have to drive you here by the way, I have other things I could be doing— wouldn’t get arrested?” Another boy asked with a raised eyebrow, swinging car keys around his pointer finger. You had to pay a little more attention to him than the bouncing blonde currently eyeing the tip jar, because wow, the jawline he had…

“You have to look after us Connor! That’s the whole agreement!” Cecil hissed up at his brother.

“Zip it, short stuff.” Connor [you liked the name] smirked, then turned to you. His eyes widened for a moment and you ignored the fact you immediately noticed they were blue. He blinked a few times and then cleared his throat, “Um. uh, I’ll get a black coffee… please.”

You just shrugged at him, and motioned for Cecil to follow you into the kitchens, where the fridge foods were whipped up. “Don’t order from me, I'm showing short stuff around.”

A look of horror dawned on the new employee’s face. “No, not you too!”

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“I’m sorry, but we don’t serve pizza here, there’s a dominoes a few blocks away if you-”

“No, I want to order one here, thank you.” The customer said to you with a frown and that patronizing look you got ten times a day just for being a teenager. “I know what I’m talking about, I’ve gotten pizza here a million times, and I'd like two large meatlovers.”

You stared blankly at the woman in front of you for a moment and wondered if it was too late to drown yourself in caramel sauce just so you wouldn’t have to deal with this lady. You take a deep breath and bring out that perfectly fake smile again to-

“Oh Fucknuggets! Miss, that chick just ran off with your purse! You’d better go chase her down!”

“What?” She shrieked, and reached for her big red leather bag and went pale under her orangey powdered face. “Oh for heaven's sake!”

The woman was out the door immediately, chasing down four different people that had just left the cafe. She waved her arms wildly and wailed like a duck that had just been stepped on.

Connor watched her leave with an amused expression on his face you had to quickly pull your eyes away from. He reached into the pockets of his spiderman hoodie [SpiderHam, to be specific] and pulled out a blinged up silver purse, flicking through the contents with interest.

He turned to you and held up an ID card with that smug expression that made your stomach feel like you’d had too much bubble tea. “I reckon I could pull it off, in the right lighting.”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that.” You said quickly with your eyes narrowed, but Connor pulled the wads of cash out and stuffed it into the tip jar as he turned to the glass double doors.

“Hey!”

Cecil nearly stumbled into another customer and you motioned to the back of the cafe, pulling his apron off the rack and handing it to him as he took off his yellow beanie, which for some reason had a lot of little sun’s sewn around the edges. “Hey short stuff, you can start by taking the trash out.”

He visibly sunk, tying the apron around his middle and sighing.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Definitely don’t go over the fence to the back of the dollar store because it would be a terrible idea to see the baby racoons living in the recycling bin.”

Connor grinned, watching his little brother speed out of the room with black bags of rubbish in his hands. “So… Can I order from you today?”

“As long as it’s not a pizza, go ahead.”

“...What’s your favorite?” Connor asked, leaning on the bench littered in plastic cup lids and receipts, with his chin in his hands. He was lucky there wasn’t a queue behind him, but you probably would’ve let him sit there and distract you anyway.

You just tapped away at the ipad, sending the last of the order’s over to Maria, who was making one of the matcha teas. “Not a black coffee, if that’s what you're asking.”

“No seriously, what is it?” he said, and you felt yourself get hot when he glanced somewhere a bit lower than your eyes. Not in a gross way, but holy shit when did his own eyes get that lidded? “Maybe I’ll try it sometime…”

“Are you asking to kiss me or do you actually want an iced strawberry tea?” You blurted out, hand frozen over the screen in front of you.

Connor went red in a matter of seconds and shot up, his eyes certainly not lidded anymore. “Oh look at the time I have to go make sure my goldfish doesn’t drown,” He yelped, tripping over untied shoelaces and scrambling to the door.

“Careful… You’re looking at him like you look at those racoons.” Maria muttered as he walked past with a little grin.

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You dumped your school bag on a bench in the corner of the kitchen, but before you could ask Jerry if there was a new order you were supposed to pick up some new ingredients [the amount of times Connor ordered a black coffee when he dropped off Cecil meant they were seriously out of it[, someone banged on the back door.

It was pouring with rain outside, but you eased open the door and peaked out into the stormy weather, then frowned at the figure. “What are you doing back here-”

You stopped in your tracks and choked, nearly dropping the drink in your hands. Cecil rubbed his hands together to avoid frostbite, a thin line of blood down the side of his face. His hair was stuck to his forehead, and thin patches of golden powder covered it, and his clothes.

He grinned, wiping his nose. “If it’s any consolation… This isn’t my blood?”

“Maria’ll clean you up, go.” You open the door properly and shove him into the warmth, then shut it behind you and step out into the biting wind that ripped though your green apron, and marched up to the car parked near the dumpster.

Holding your hand over your eyes so you weren’t blinded by the headlights, you yelled at the driver. “Why the fuck did short stuff just come out of a fucking apocalypse movie?”

Connor leant over the passenger seat and opened the door with a totally fake innocent smile. You didn’t think he could look innocent. Hot, on the other hand…He still looked hot with blood smeared across his cheek and something shiny underneath his fingernails, apparently. He shrugged one shoulder “I mean, it isn’t our blood?”

“Connor.” You muttered, crossing your arms and squinting through the mist swirling around your feet. You looked down and had to step out of a puddle with a grimace.

Connor blinked and replied instantly, as if this was something he had to do a lot. “Do you want the technically legal version, the version that’ll make you happy, or the-”

You cut him off and glared, rain clinging to your eyelashes. “The truth.”

Connor thought for a moment and then gave you an apprehensive look. “There was a feral Harpy in the backseat of the car that popped out when we got to the intersection two blocks over.”

You sighed. “I said the truth-”

“You don’t believe me.” His voice was faint, and somehow hurt. He sounded resigned though, like he was expecting it. The look on his face made you want to climb into the pretty beat up car and grab his face and tell him you believed him so much and forever just so he’d look happy again.

Maybe if you let him talk. He could be referencing something you hadn’t seen, you reasoned. “Was the harpy like a monster or a furry?”

“Well when you think about it harpy’s really are just furry’s, but yeah it was an actual monster.” Connor said simply, and then he chewed on his thumbnail nervously “Uh, do you wanna… hop in? You look like my brother when he stuck a huntsman in Annabeth’s pillow case.”

“What does spider pranks have to do with being soaked?” You mutter, not really meaning for it to be a question. You climbed into the passenger seat, brushing pools of water off you and wiping your nose.

“You can’t even imagine.”

You raise an eyebrow at Connor. “I work in customer service, try me.”

“My dad is a god.” He blurted out, then froze and turned away from you with an odd expression, his gaze trained on the rain outside.

“Are you talking about the Romans and the Egyptians, or are you Jesus?”

“Greeks, actually.” Connor said through gritted teeth, then his eyebrows shot up and that familiar tone you might have thought about a few times seeped back into his voice. He untensed and grinned at you“One of my buddy’s did come back from the dead actually… but I don’t think Jesus would like him very much.”

“Why?”

“He’s dating one of my other buddies.”

“Oh.” You blinked, but you weren’t really sure what this conversation had to do with Connor and Cecil being attacked. “Good for him.”

“My dad’s Hermes.” Connor said suddenly, sucking in a breath and closing his eyes. When you didn’t answer, too focused on the way his face looked when he scrunched up his eyes, he glanced at you again with a cautious smile, as if your reaction really mattered to him. “Surprise?”

You thought for a moment, actually considered it, and “Yeah. That checks out,”

“Whaddaya mean? I don’t have wings on my shoes!”

“Isn’t he the god of like, traveling and stealing shit?” You ask, smiling back at him as reassuring as you could, soaked to the bone sitting in a boy’s car six minutes before your shift started. “Dude, you drive your brother back and forth across New York four times a week. And you stole that lady's purse.”

‘Oh yeah. That was fun,” he sighed, and sunk in the driver's seat. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and closed his blue eyes, relief painted across his face.

You wiped your nose again, sure that you’d get a cold tomorrow just from standing in the lovely New York weather for more than a few seconds. A song played on the radio quietly, and you recognised it from the playlist Maria played on the speakers in the cafe sometimes.

The lyrics went something like ‘I rob and I kill to keep him with me,

I'll do anything for that boy’. When you looked over at Connor, you gulped.

Connor glanced at you from underneath his hand, and then looked down at the drink still clutched in your hands. The pink tone of it matched the fluffy strawberry’s hanging from the rear view mirror, and it was making your fingers hurt with the cold.

He smirked. “Are you supposed to drink while you’re working?”

“You make it sound like I'm doing shots behind the counter.” You shot back with a glare, and then felt your face heat up as you spoke. “And uh… it’s not�� I didn’t make it for myself.”

“There’s an angry old lady in there, you know?”

This was excruciating. You ducked your head and bit your lip a little, looking out the window so you wouldn’t have to see Connor’s face when that stupidly hot smirk spread across his lips. “Uh… I didn’t make it for a customer, either…”

“Is that-”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Connor was wide eyes and slack jawed when you turned back to him, a dark blush across his cheeks that you wanted to take a photo of because goddam he was cute, but you knew you wouldn’t be forgetting the sight any time soon. He opened his mouth to talk, his eyes no longer at, well… eye level.

You put the drink into the holder between the seats and followed his gaze. “Just kiss me.”

You hadn’t seen that smile before.

His hands were so warm on your jaw, as hot as the tight feeling in your chest that melted quickly. It happened so fast you couldn’t really register anything until you realized Connor was halfway between your seats with his teeth on your bottom lip and his soft hair threaded between your fingers.

You used it to tug him closer, as close as he could and then more, because he was warm and soft and you could feel his grin through his lips that moved against your own in rhythm that ebbed and flowed. He slid his hands off you and you nearly pulled them back, until Connor was hugging you tight around your middle, his fingers knotting through the bow tied on your apron.

You chewed on his lip, which felt puffy and pulsing under your touch, but you kept kissing him, breaking away every few seconds to breathe, but you couldn’t not press your lips along his jaw. He was just too much. You had to kiss him everywhere and pull on his hair and tilt his head back and melt into his touch like you’d die if you didn’t.

Connor sighed into your mouth and gulped, you could feel his Adam's apple bob under the palm of your hand as you pushed him back gently by his neck. You got up on your knees as he blinked once or twice, like he’d been in a trance. “You took that all very well,”

“Don’t worry, I’ll freak out later when it sinks in.” You muttered back, pushing him back into the driver's seat where he’d begun. He made an odd noise and tightened his arms around your waist, ducking his head and when he pouted you couldn’t help but slide over the cupholder and sit on his lap, as if you hadn’t been planning to do so the whole time.

Then he frowned, “Wait, you’ll freak-”

“Shhhh,” you said, pressing a finger to his soft lips. He shut up immediately. You glanced behind you at the console, checking the time. “I have four and a half minutes til I have to start, we can discuss this later.”

“Deal,” Connor breathed, dragging your hands down to his neck again and looking up with vague out eyes. You grinned at him and went back to wiping that stupid smirk off his lips.

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“Your boyfriends here.”

You looked up from the kitchen counter you were wiping down after an accident with the tub of coconut shavings, “Why?”

“I’m assuming he’s here for you, short stuff doesn’t have a shift til the weekend.” Maria checked the whiteboard and glanced out the swinging doors. You moved to peek over her shoulder and saw Connor standing by the doors, swinging his car keys around his pointer finger absentmindedly. He was wearing that spiderman hoodie again, the one you’d accidentally tipped black coffee down the front of once when you’d worn it.

You grinned, if you finished up cleaning and took the trash out, you’d be done in five minutes and you’d get to follow him to his car that surely wasn’t road safe and then go wherever it was he’d planned this time.

“Go. But tomorrow you have to stop the racoons from eating the tires off my Harley.” Maria sighed, crossing his arms and motioning to the exit.

“I love you.”

He raised his eyebrows “Was that directed towards me or the boy-”

“Both.”

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#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percyjacksonfandomx reader #Connor stoll #connorstoll #Connor Stoll x reader #Connor Stoll x you #Connor Stoll c y/n #the Stoll twins #hermes cabin #coffee shop au

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miscfandomwrites · 4 months ago

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A/N: From my old account, miscmarvelwritings. I don’t experience paranoia nor do any of my close friends or family, so I resorted to medical websites (.edu, .org only) so I’m going to try and make this as accurate as possible. If there is something I should change, or is incorrect, please let me know so I can edit this.

Pairing: Avengers x teen! (gender neutral) reader with paranoia

Warnings: none?

Words: 1.3k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“All I can offer are antipsychotics. There’s no approved drug on the market to help, I’m sorry (Y/N).” Doctor Wellburn told me.

I sighed, kicking my feet back and forth as I sat on the table, looking up at the ceiling and considering my options.

“Are there any trials I can join? Anything like that?” I asked, focusing back on him, hoping there was at least something that would help. It’d be nice if I wasn’t constantly doubting myself or feel like I’m being threatened.

“Well…I’ll take a look and get back to you if there is anything. But since you are a teenager, and most drug trial options are for those eighteen, even twenty-one and above, there’s not much I can do for you sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? What’s with the nickname? Is he lying to me? He must be lying to me, he wouldn’t call me that, he doesn’t like me, does he? He’s a grown man and-

“(F/N), I can see the gears turning in your head with those thoughts again.” he told me, my attention snapping back to him.

“I will do my best to look for trials, but I believe the best route to go right now is therapy, and probably a few months away from active missions. I know you are talented and want to help people, but you cannot help people if you do not help yourself first. This is necessary, so I will be bringing this up to the directors and suspend your active duty status until you can show me improvement and have better coping skills than self-isolating.”

“What?” I jumped up from the table, facing him. “You’re not serious? Are you? Please, please don’t suspend me!” I angrily stated, eyes full of shock and slight betrayal. I knew the paranoia was bad, but was it really bad enough to cause all of this?

“Yes, it is necessary. I want you to be able to get better control over your thoughts so in the heat of a battle you don’t hurt yourself or someone else.” Wellburn explained.

I huffed and crossed my arms, leaning against the examination table. He had a good point. And I couldn’t argue with it.

“Fine. Only because I’d just make it worse for myself if I didn’t follow through.” I finally agreed.

Wellburn only took out a pen and wrote something on a pad of paper before ripping it off and handing it to me. I took it, reading that it was a prescription to go see a therapist a little further into the city, roughly a ten minute walk from the tower on a good day.

“I do have to warn you, however, about that therapist. She can be a bit…intense, and I really only send people who I know can handle it.”

“Intense how? In a good or bad way?”

“Good, you will be doing an immense amount of self healing as well as learning to cope with your paranoia. She’s one of the best I’m aware of. And as far as I’m aware, she only talks to the Avengers specifically.”

“So I’m basically getting referred to the team therapist?”

“Pretty much.”

“Alright then, I guess that’s that…” I said with a sigh, grabbing my jacket and sliding it on, putting the note in my pocket.

Wellburn went and sat at his desk, logging into his computer. “I’m going to send her an email about your referral and the basics of why you’re seeing her, nothing else besides that. She will have basic access to your files, and as the same with me, and HIPPA laws, none of that information unless you are going to harm yourself or others will be shared or talked about outside of conversations directly including you.”

“Okay. I should probably head back.”

He turned in his chair towards me, tapping a pen against his mouth.

“When do you want to come in again? Four weeks, or six?” he asked.

“Depends on if you find any trials for me to participate in.” I replied.

“Five it is, and of course I will inform you, (F/N), that’s basic human decency.”

“See you when I see you then, Doctor.” and with that last statement I headed out the door and out to go back to the tower.

Exiting the elevator, I headed to the kitchen for some dinner, a bottle of water, and a (favorite drink) to keep me company while I did more research and notes for my anatomy class.

Turns out dinner was already made, and since the kitchen was open and right beside the dining room, the entire team was sitting down and eating.

“Oh hey, (F/N)! Why don’t you come sit with us? We made you a plate!” Pepper told me as I was halfway into the kitchen.

It looked like a basic spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread dinner, yet my usual seat was empty and my plate had seemingly untouched food on it.

What if they did something to it? It’s probably the parts that no one wanted to eat. The bread is rock hard, the sauce is no good, the lettuce too gross…

I paused, before putting on a small smile, trying to speak calmly with the thoughts roaring through my head. “Thank you, it means a lot, but I actually ate before I got here.” I bluffed, going and getting an unopened water and (favorite drink) before heading back to the elevator despite the protests of just sitting down and socializing with everyone.

After getting to my room, I immediately set my drinks on my desk and locked the door, sitting on my bed and going over the appointment and everything else in my head, my throat drying up as my eyes started watering.

A knock on my door paused my oncoming breakdown, and I quickly got up to unlock it. Surprisingly, Natasha stood there. Her and I didn’t speak much beyond basics, and even then she was relatively distant from almost everyone.

She walked in as I sat down at my desk, keeping my body posed towards her.

I watched as she sat down on my bed, glancing around the room before turning to look at me.

“I know you lied about eating before you got here.” she spoke, her voice soft yet strong as her bright green eyes held mine.

I winced, going to scratch the back of my head. “Yeah, I didn’t.” I replied.

“Where did you go then?” She questioned.

“Doctor appointment. I’m scheduled for one between every four to six weeks.”

“Anything different about this appointment?”

I sighed, taking a deep breath before explaining how I was off active duty and how I need to go see a therapist now.

“Is this due to your paranoia?” She asked, crossing her arms in front of her. I paused, my body going still.

“How did you know that I have paranoia?”

“I just figured due to your actions and such you did…” She tried to bluff, but I knew that I covered my actions with the team well, you’d either have to be well versed in mental health, have paranoia yourself, or have read my files. And I know she doesn’t have the first two.

“Where the fuck did you get access to my file? Why would you do that?” I yelled, standing up from my chair and facing her, my breath coming unevenly as I tried fighting off the panic attack.

“Well I look over everyones every once in awhile to see if there’s any changes or-”

“GET OUT! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!” I roared at her, the shelves on the walls starting to rattle and the paper behind me wiping around, the energy in the room becoming tense, volatile.

She opened her mouth to try and say something but thought better of it, heading out of the room. My energy slammed the door behind her, locking it and shoving my dresser in front of it.

I fell to the ground, wrapping my arms around my knees, trying to control my breathing as the energy got tenser, but slowly relaxing as I calmed myself down, getting tired from the strain of it.

I didn’t even realize that I had fallen asleep until the inky blackness took hold of me.

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A Living Dynasty, Chapter Four: Helga's Team

A/N: After months of hiatus and troubles with the doc, I present thee, the fourth chapter!

Summary: With war close to Henriette's doors, she must prepare for the storm ahead

OCs featured: None

OCs mentioned: None

Word Count: 2.1k

Tagging: @hphmmatthewluther @camillejeaneshphm @gaygryffindorgal @that-scouse-wizard

The man gaped at me before recomposing himself and nodded “Right away, my lady.”

After a few minutes, he was back, and took me to the queen’s room, where she was doing needlework. I quickly got on my knees, my eyes fixed on a floor carving as I spoke “Your Majesty, I thank you for receiving me in such circumstances. Your kindness knows no bounds.”

I felt her smiling at me “Stand, my dear. We are among friends, are we not?”

I stood up and sighed “I am glad that you are not angry at me, Your Majesty.”

She motioned me to sit “For not marrying that orc? Heavens, no! Though, do keep this to yourself. The King is still… you know…”

I nodded. I finally smiled “I have missed you, dear friend. How are my parents? And the court?”

The queen shrugged “Your parents have been looking for you, well, mostly your mother. Your father has taken a mistress in order to procreate a male son should you turn up dead.”

I scoffed, brushing off the sting in my heart. But of course, he’d replace his biggest disappointment. A mere girl was no use of him anyways. Aelfgifu took my hands and squeezed them, and I tried not to cry “I miss my mother, but… I can’t return now.”

“What shall I tell them then?”

I squared my shoulders. As much as I’d chat with my oldest friend for days, there was a mission at hand “That I am fine, and in good hands. But I did not come to talk about my parents. This is bigger than them.”

“Go on.”

I swallowed “Have you ever been told about the wizards in the Isles?”

Aelfgifu looked at me “Yes… Most of them are at my king’s service, as well as my lord father.” She then seemed to realise “Henriette, my dear, what have you gotten yourself into?”

I bit my lip “I… am one of them, it seems.”

Aelfgifu’s grip softened as she looked at me, searching for something: a laugh, a joke, something. Then, she dismissed her ladies and squeezed my hands “Henriette… you do realise what happens if you get caught, yes? I won’t be able to stop Aethelred’s wrath if he ever finds out.”

“That is why I need your help. Not only to hide it, but with something else. As queen of the land, wizards and people are killing one another for the mere greed of a few lords I know you despise. Magic or not, they are your subjects, and they need you.”

The queen bit her lip “What would you have me do?”

“Talk to the king. Tell him the horrors of civil war, especially with magic around. There could be some great damage, and the court would be divided. The consequences could be fatal. Seek a punishment that needs not to draw blood unnecessarily.”

Aelfgifu sighed, nodding “Very well, I shall see what I can do. But my dear, keep yourself out of harm’s way. You are new to this, and of delicate constitution. I’d hate to bury you.”

We hugged, and I knew that I had to go back to Helga “I need to go now. My master is waiting for me.”

“Is he at least kind?”

“…She’s wonderful.”

With that, we bid goodbye and I left as quickly as I had come, paying the guard a handsome reward for not telling that I had been there at all.

Then, I was off back to the Highlands.

When I reached the camp, there were already tents and warriors of all gender and kind talking and joking.

I spotted Godric and greeted him “Ah, there you are! I suppose you have news of the queen. Come, I shall take you with Helga.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

When we reached Helga’s golden tent, Godric cried “Guess who came back!”

Helga looked up and sighed, embracing me “I am so glad you made it back! Oh, there is so much I must tell you about!”

“Indeed,” Godric added “the Thane’s feast was incredibly eventful.”

Helga side-eyed him, and he cleared his throat and was out of the tent, leaving us be. I frowned “What feast?”

“That is for later. So, what did the queen say?” She asked, motioning me to sit as we ate from what she normally cooked. I took a bite of pork as I started telling her about the meeting, and skipped telling her about my parents and my father seeking a male replacement. It was humiliating enough to hear it from the queen and my oldest friend already. What Helga didn’t know, couldn’t hurt her, right?

Readying myself in war gear, but without wearing an armour, since I was not prepared enough, I sighed, knowing this battle would be hard to go through. I had heard tales from my father fighting for the king, and of course, my warrior grandparents, but this was different. And highly terrifying. I realised now that, were I want to defend my property, I’d be helpless.

So obviously, I went to the greatest warrior for advice. “Ahem. Lord Gryffindor?”

Kind Godric smiled upon seeing me “Ah, Lady Henriette! Anything I can help you with?”

I bit my lip “This is a bit embarrassing but… do you know anyone who’d train me for battle? I won’t be in the front lines, but I’d like to know the basics at least.”

“Why, of course! I also happen to know a formidable warrior. Luxia, beloved, come here!” He called.

A beautiful and fierce-looking woman came towards us. She had black hair, impassive brown eyes and a powerful and imposing armour that was richly decorated with a bloody red cape. She arched an eyebrow and Godric explained “This is Lady Henriette of Wessex. She’s in need of a trainer, and I know you’ll make of her a fine defender. Do be nice to her, darling.”

“Very well.” She kissed Godric on the lips and turned to me “Come, my lady. I know the movements that a delicate-looking woman like you can pull off without breaking any bones.”

Not exactly encouraging, but she was Godric’s best, so I was stuck with her. She continued talking “You may need a helmet, and a better-tied hair. I shall call my groomer for it. And better boots. Those will sink you in the mud before you can say ‘Amen’.” She observed one of the newer farmers who had joined the ranks recently. He was handsome, with short blonde hair, blue eyes and an innocent look “You there! Blonde boy! Tuck your thumb inside your palm or you’ll break your hand. Also, separate more your legs or you’ll be easily thrown.” Then, she turned to me “Speaking of stances. We’ll start with the basics. First, stand firm, and separate your legs.” I did as she said, and she nodded “Not bad. Plant your feet a bit firmer to the ground. Good. Now, as I told blondie over there, tuck your thumb inside your palm and widen your shoulders. Like that! Now, try to punch me.”

Not wanting to look weak or hesitant, I did as she told me, but she was faster, blocking my punch and kicking my feet. I fell straight to the ground and a yelped. Luxia got close to me “Two mistakes, my lady. One, your legs were too widened. Two, you did not observe my stance. Get up and we’ll go through it again.”

I did as she said, refusing to prove my father right, gritting my teeth. She was so good and straight-forward, it was quite infuriating. It infuriated me that I was so helpless. If only my father had been like hers, I’d be telling you a different story.

“Now, to the stance I taught you, but this time, observe me and my movements. Seek any weakness, and learn my strength.” We rounded each other, and I observed that, while her stance was flawless and firm, she was incredibly tense, given her breaths. That’s when the idea came. I’d pretend to punch her in the face, while elbowing her ribcage.

Observing how the other warriors spun for a moment, I pretended to commit that mistake, but this time, my stance was right and firm, and I spun gracefully, elbowing her in the chest hard. She stumbled back a few paces, coughing and shocked. Everyone stopped to see the commotion. She didn’t seem like the kind of woman to be trounced by a newbie. The whispers told me that.

“Never have I seen someone trounce Luxia Thorne so easily!”

“Even Lady Thorne seems shocked!”

Luxia arched an eyebrow at me and laughed “Not bad, m’lady. Being observant in battle shall save you.”

“Fighting isn’t only throwing punches. It requires cunning and thinking on your feet.” We both turned to see Lady Rowena with her new apprentice. She turned to me “Lady Thorne is all about brute force, and while that is helpful, without said qualities, one is bound to fall in battle. You did well, Lady Henriette.”

“Thank you, my lady.”

“I… shall keep your counsel in mind, my lady. Now, shall we go over offensive spells?”

I nodded, and both went over some defensive spells you might have learned by now. We might have even set one tent on fire because of said spells.

“But wait,” Primrose cut, “those spells are technically harmless. I train with dummies and nothing of the sort ever happened.”

“That is because magic ran more wildly in my time than in yours, child. It was volatile, and unpredictable. During those times, it was raw and uncontrolled. Many liberties were taken. Nothing was regulated or heavily studied like now. Very few mages could have the privilege to take a hold of their own magic.”

“Were you? One of the lucky ones?”

“Yes, as were my children. This was the reason why Hogwarts would be founded later. To help mages all over England and its isles to harness their power and have a certain grip on it.”

Prim stood silent for one moment. She had always heard the story of how the founders came together and built Hogwarts, but never the reasons that led them to build it. The price of it. The lives they had lost before they decided to come together and build it.

But she could now know it. Squaring her shoulders, she nodded “Go on. What happened afterwards?”

“Historians were right on one thing. I didn’t fight any battles physically, but my duties weren’t completely useless. Indeed, I was Helga’s representative on the diplomatic talks, which many forget to mention.”

“How’d that go?”

“Well… we didn’t start with the right foot if I’m being honest.”

“You know what?” I said, panting “I don’t think I’m made for the fighting.” I was breathing heavily, exhausted by the whole training. Luxia shifted.

“I was afraid I’d have to say it. I’d hate to see you killed on the battlefield, my lady.”

“There must be something I can do. I’m going to talk to Helga.”

Nodding to one another goodbye, I marched over Helga’s tent, and decisively raised my chin “My lady, I ask you to please give me a non-warring role. There must be something I can do that doesn’t require me to use a sword.”

Helga looked at me, then sat there, pensive, until a deliver boy came in, panting “My lady, I’m afraid your diplomat has been assassinated by Lord Leofric.”

“What?! I needed him to sit with the lords and the rebels and trace out a peace treaty!”

Suddenly, it struck me “Wait, hold on. Lord Leofric, as in Lord Leofric of East Anglia?” The boy nodded “I know him! Me and his daughters grew up together. That man loves war and bloodshed more than anything.” I turned to Helga, who eyed me curiously “I know each of the men who’ll be at the table, as well as their weaknesses. Send me, Helga. Let me draw the peace. Someone who’s familiar with both sides is what you need.”

Helga caught up silently, and smiled widely “Very well, Lady Henriette. Have it your way. You shall sit with Lady Rowena representing a neutral side and bring us a potential peace. I shall tell her the news.”

Together, we formed a plan: since I wasn’t the favourite of the court right now, I’d go there in disguise until the talks started under the name Senator Gemi. When the talks begun, I’d reveal myself and they’d have to listen to me, despite my reputation. In the meantime, I’d write to the queen so she’d use her influence to sway the rest of the court… and the king.

It’d be a tough fight for peace, but I was more than ready to prove to those old men that I was more than a marriage broodmare.

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Love Until We Freeze Ch.6 Day 5 - Breck/Reader

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 ]

Warnings: Dead dove, do not eat. No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, the reader is in a lot of pain today, brief descriptions of the new injuries, forced (but accepted) masturbation, desperate grinding, orgasm denial, burning as a test, full loss of privacy (cameras), sleep and food deprivation, loud sounds as punishment, brief deafness, physical abuse to stay awake, needles/injections, exhaustion-induced anxiety and panic attacks, medical numbing, character death.

Wordcount: 9067

Summary: You said you'd do anything to make it stop, but you weren't the only one hurting, and he was going to make it worse if it killed you.

Notes: This one is rough, Breck takes a step back this chapter to punish the reader, so once again please check those tags.

You had no dreams, your mind completely blank still as you opened your eyes and saw more darkness. You were getting used to it now, it didn't scare you anymore as you looked around, your jaw then going slack as an overwhelming fire exploded under your skin all at once. It was like you were in a furnace, every scratch of the blankets made it so much worse, your voice refusing to work as you kept blinking so you could make sure you really weren't burning alive. Your body was still heavy but in a different way as you tried to pat down the flames, and as soon as your palm made contact with your bare skin you arched so hard off the bed you nearly toppled over; almost every inch of you was now tender, the places where you'd patted now throbbing, and you threw back your blanket and tried to find him in the dark to make it stop but he wasn't there, you were alone.

‘Breck!’ you shouted into the room, trying to summon him back but he didn't come, the mattress was too hard and the blankets were too thin, he'd sent you back to your room after he'd knocked you out. ‘Breck!!’ It hurt so much but you'd chosen this, you’d told him you wanted it instead of the machine and he'd given you just that, given you all the pain you'd gladly chosen over four more minutes of the blissful numb he'd forced you to get used to.

You hissed as you ran you hand over your arm, feeling all the welts and lines left behind, a few larger and hotter from when the buckle had hit you entirely, and just doing that much was almost enough to make you retch from your brain being unable to process the damage in the dark when your door opened. He stood there alone, completely shrouded in silhouette as you attempted to sit up and failed; the backs and sides of your legs were also burning and it was starting to make you actually convulse as it all mounted higher, the sensations building on top of each other until you almost passed out again. He sighed and entered without a word, and even though you called for him you still rolled onto your now bad shoulder and pressed yourself against the cold wall in fear of what he’d done. Instantly you were unable to stop the miserable cry that clawed its way up your throat as your back lit up as well, Breck hushing you and cradling your thankfully still uninjured cheek as he kneeled on your bed.

‘It's just past 2AM, everyone's asleep,’ he whispered, but even now you knew he didn't give a damn about your neighbours, if you actually had any. ‘You told me you wanted this, do you take it back?’

‘Y-yes,’ you confessed, clinging to his hand so he wouldn't leave again, he was your only tether to the single chance of making it stop and you couldn't let him go.

‘You said you'd do anything, will you do anything to get back into cryotherapy?’ You nodded, turning just enough to kiss his hand, show your desperation, your appreciation for the offer. You didn't care how many times you had to jerk him off or let him come on your face, you'd even blow him if you could stand to kneel long enough, you just needed this to end. ‘We'll see about that.’

He stood, taking his hand with him as you tried to follow, the pain making you flop back down onto your chest as you fisted the blankets with another hiss. He rolled your chair up to you, it diligently waiting by your empty table, no dinner on it for when you awoke you barely noticed before he was helping you stand; your ankle still hurt and was a bit overextended but it was nothing compared to everything else, just a little shock lost in a lightning storm, your heaving breaths as you sat punctuated with twitching muscles and fallen tears. He wiped the latest one away before rolling you back down the hall, and you thanked him repeatedly until he passed the gym and went to his room instead.

‘There're no cameras in here, not for the Diamonds,’ he told you as he parked you facing his bed, locked in the brake, and sat down directly across from you, his legs crossing and foot tapping the air as you stared at each other a moment. When you couldn't keep his gaze you saw what he'd done in the dim moonlight, too afraid to look before but now you had no choice, and your shoulders sagged as you moaned in realizing anguish; you were littered in red, lines and circles and broken shapes covering your arms and legs all the way down to your ankles, some of them bruising dark purple and black already while others were actually scabbing. He truly had beaten you to hell because you couldn’t stay awake, what would he do if you tried to back out of doing whatever he asked?

‘I-it hurts,’ was all you could say as you remained plastered to your chair, his request, no, order never coming as he just watched you, and he tapped his foot a couple more times before leaning back and placing his hands on the bed behind him.

‘I never let you come yesterday, I just remembered that,’ he thought aloud, and you felt an ache run so deep through you that it could only be pure despair.

‘What…?’

‘I would’ve let you after I told you about my plan, I trusted you with all of that, but then you threw it back in my face, didn’t you?’ Again he didn’t sound offended or like he was playing up his disappointment to get you on his side, his voice still level and calm despite what he was saying.

‘I never-’

‘Here’s the deal: you get yourself off, and I’ll bring you back to cryo, spend all night with you even though I should be sleeping, do you think you can do that for me?’ He waited patiently for your answer, just watching as your mouth opened and closed repeatedly but no sound came out, and when it seemed like he might take it back you tried to get up only to crash right back down on your seat.

‘I don't think I can,’ you admitted weakly, but he didn't help you this time, just continued to sit back and wait.

‘I know I shouldn't be rewarding such unbecoming behavior from a future Circle, especially since you'll be getting two rewards with the cryo, but I need you to prove to me that you can follow orders, so grind on my boot until you come, I want to watch you do it, or I'm taking you back to your room, can you do it or not?’ he asked, and even though you didn't want to do what he asked you also didn't want to wait in your room until he punished you for this too. You shakily pushed yourself to stand, your teeth clenched and hands gripping so tight into the leather armrests that it split, the chair skidding back over the carpet until it was out of the way and you were able to kneel in front of him. Your knees burned as the rough material dug in while you tested your weight, your hands grabbing onto the blankets to hoist yourself up so you could straddle his boot, and as soon as you felt it slide between your thighs you shuddered and hunched against his leg.

He didn't react at all, not even moving as you adjusted yourself until you were properly resting on it without bending his ankle and hurting him, your brain focusing on the pain in your knees so that everything else would hurt a little less. He didn't rush you either, his patience endless tonight as you started to move, your face hot and red while you avoided his eyes; you could almost feel where he looked at you, a stinging heat traveling down your arms as you held on and rolled your hips forward, feeling nothing but the aches the first and second time, something warm settling in your stomach the third time however. You hadn't gotten off in front of him yet, not counting him watching you without you knowing, and every bit of pleasure you brought yourself only added to the humiliation of what he wanted you to do, what he'd been building up and denying you for days. You shut your eyes and moved faster, grinded a bit harder on him while the feeling in your stomach grew, your heart beating against his leg as you started to lean on him more heavily.

‘That's it, I know how badly you need this,’ he sighed above you, his fingers running through your hair before grabbing on lightly, your throat going dry as you almost latched onto him instead.

‘I don't… need it…’ you panted as your hips jutted a little harder, and he wasn't fooled at all as he breathed out a laugh.

‘Doesn't look that way from where I'm sitting.’

You wanted to hit him, shut him up while you got this over with, but the moment you touched him you clung to him like he was your only lifeline, your pleasure spiking a moment as he chuckled and tugged your hair in return. You let out a gasp before you bit your lip to stop any more sounds from escaping, Breck lifting his foot and rubbing it against you hard enough to make you keen. You were almost there, your movements getting erratic as you chased your high, drunk off of his attention as his nails scratched against your scalp, found the tender spot where your head had met hard floor, the throbbing of him testing the area lost as you leaned into him and groaned.

You'd never tell him but you'd never been more turned on in your life, your mouth falling open as you let him lay your face against his thigh, panted hard into it, your teeth grazing his jeans as you begged him not to stop, to keep going as he lifted his foot again before uncrossing his legs and lowering it back down to the floor. ‘No, please-’ you moaned but not in a pleasurable way as you let go of him to reach between your legs, desperate for the end until he tightened his grip in your hair and yanked your head back.

‘I changed my mind, I won't be rewarding your behavior after all,’ he said cruelly in the dark, tears actually welling up from the frustration as you stared at him, grit your teeth, and shoved him back. He landed on his mattress with a bounce, everything burning again as you climbed on top of him, his smug grin not missed as you crashed your mouth into his. He just let you grind down on him as you tried to build it back up again, your hands planted on his chest as you swore to yourself, the angle not enough to make it feel good, and you were in the middle of sitting up to fix it when he grabbed you by the wrists and switched your positions.

The fire spread fast through your back, your body trying to escape it as your release died down again, it wasn't fair, this wasn't fair-! ‘Stop toying with me, I’m doing everything you ask,’ you pleaded, the sharp nip at your neck not enough to push you over the edge thanks to the symphony of agony flaring up wherever you were touched.

‘Thought you didn’t need it,’ he reminded you with a quick nibble to your earlobe before he was off you again, the sound of your wailing filling the room as the only heat you felt became your injuries again. He dragged you to your feet so you could be placed back in your chair, your crying only interrupted with short bursts of discomfort as he gripped you too hard or a particularly bad spot was hit, and by the time you actually were on the way to cryo it’d faded away to mostly whimpers, no one awake to hear them other than the people behind the cameras.

Your crying had fully stopped by the time you reached the room, Breck turning on the lights one by one as you went so he wouldn't bump into anything in the dark, the moonlight coming from the wall of windows not enough to light your way. The machine whirred to life as you waited patiently, already feeling numb from your acceptance of your situation. When it was fully warmed up, or cooled, more like it, you just stared at the lowering temperature as Breck opened up the door and stood aside. You sucked in a few deep breaths before pushing yourself to stand, your legs shaking as you didn't look away from it, your socks and gloves handed back to you before you stepped inside.

You shut your eyes as the door was sealed again, the chill already settling into your bones and making the fire on your skin flare up all at once. It felt like you were being stabbed by a million needles, it was almost crippling how much it burned but you didn't fall, your head staying above the rim as you held on tight, Breck watching you in interest before going to the closet, grabbing the fabric strips, and waiting for your okay. You just nodded as your teeth started to chatter, your gag in place first before everything went black. You closed your eyes and felt his hand on your cheek for just a moment until you were left with the fog surrounding you without mercy, your back straightening as you shifted your weight off your ankle and let the cold in.

He stayed with you all night just like he promised, not torturing you this time until you could hardly stand it but instead sharing his body heat with you until you were ready to go back in, neither of you speaking as you shivered against him until the flames under your skin died down. It still hurt, the cold went deep but each brush of him against you still made you jolt at the sting, but it helped in a much more obvious way than yesterday since there was so much more to numb. You officially knew the dawn had come when someone entered the room to clean it, your legs still wrapped around him as he turned to face the door, and you heard their cleaning supplies bump against each other in their bucket before you were alone again.

‘Everyone will be up soon,’ he muttered lowly as the door clicked shut again, and you didn’t say anything as he helped you stand so you could go back in; you thought that he might eventually react to your closeness the more the night went on, but those were the first words he’d said to you since you’d started, and it was starting to make you worry. He didn’t say anything else as you were shut in again, maybe a few more sessions of this would kill your nerves completely so you wouldn’t have to worry anymore, and you focused on the fact that that might be something you actually wanted to distract you from any more thoughts of him.

He sat back down and set your timer once more, your neck stiff as you faced the ceiling to keep out of the merciful but deadly fog that surrounded you, but as the first minute went by and you heard a strange clicking noise you furrowed your brows and started to look around. The sound stopped for a moment before starting again, and you heard him get up as the clicking got louder and his footsteps approached. You were getting worried again, he hadn’t moved in hours outside of helping you, maybe he thought you needed it colder since you kept going back in?

‘She gave this to me, back when we started dating,’ he said suddenly, and you jumped a little at the sound of his voice. ‘When I first came back to find her, I’d made sure she saw the cheap, plastic one I’d bought on the way, wanted her to think I’d thrown it out when I left, but I kept it all those years.’ More clicking, and then a familiar metallic whisk that flashed an image into your mind when you heard it. ‘I haven’t used it since, I quit after I got out of the hospital, getting shot in the lung is a pretty final say against any cravings, but for some reason I can’t bring myself to get rid of it, maybe I’m sentimental.’

You felt heat against your cheek and you pulled away, the smell of the lighter in your nose as you started to breathe a little heavier, Breck holding your chin up again when it dipped too low.

‘Or… maybe I was just waiting to associate it with something else,’ he continued, a plea already leaving you when you heard him close it again and move away. You didn’t know where he was, didn’t know what to expect when your minutes were up, if the lighter had made him mad enough to take it out on you or if the thought of Mead was making him closed off again, but no matter what you knew you had to accept it just like you were doing to the cold. Even if he hurt you, you just had to bite down and bear it otherwise something worse might come, and you were starting to catch on that every punishment came with such softness afterwards that you realized it might almost be aftercare if you thought he knew what that word meant.

Your timer went off and you calmed yourself in preparation of what came next, he was probably too tired from staying up with you to do anything too bad, and you just had to believe that as the seconds dragged on but the door never opened. You knew he was there, you could hear him breathing as he watched you, and you almost called for him before you swallowed and stood a little straighter. It was past four minutes, your body would start to go into shock soon but you needed to give him this, the way he’d hold you after would be all the warmer because you’d followed orders, and sure enough the door eventually opened just as you lost the feeling in your feet.

You toppled into him again but this time he was prepared, and you wrapped your arms around him as he brought you back to the benches. You felt his lips press against your forehead and knew you’d done it, maybe this had been enough to satiate him, but when you heard the lighter click open again you barely had enough energy to try and sit up. ‘Careful, don’t wanna hit your head again,’ he said so softly as you heard him thumb the ignitor, it spinning over and over until he did it hard enough for the flame to rise. Instantly you could feel the heat of it against your arm, the injuries there stinging as he slowly dragged the flame from your elbow to your wrist, and you could only pray that he wouldn’t set your glove on fire as you held on tight. ‘Casey always was at his best around a warm fire, that’s where I knew I had to stay, will you stay if I can do the same with you?’

The heat intensified, melting away the numbness as the flame dragged closer, and you tried not to react when you smelt the faint stench of burning hair.

‘You were in there for five minutes that time, you can’t even feel this, can you?’ he asked as the flame moved back to your elbow, a slow drag that he repeated up and down as he kept talking, and even though you could you still forced yourself to shake your head because you were sure that was the answer he wanted. ‘You can’t? So, something like this wouldn’t hurt anymore, right?’

You bit down hard as he held the flame directly under one of the numbed lines, your breathing coming out heavier as the sting turned to a burn; your entire arm shook as you felt the skin peel, and he seemed pleased with that as he finally pulled it away and took a look. You dreaded being able to see it later as he touched the wound, your entire arm twitching as you involuntarily jerked away, and when you heard his small laugh you knew you’d ruined everything.

‘So you can feel it, were you lying?’ He kissed the new wound, your mouth filling with saliva as you hissed in pain, his tongue gliding over it before he kissed all the way up to your wrist. ‘Should we numb this too? Or are you done now?’ You didn’t know the answer he wanted this time as he held your hand to his cheek, mouth still brushing over chilled flesh, and when you never said anything he flicked the lighter back to lift and pressed the burning top directly into your wrist. You couldn’t hold this one in, your body numb but still pulling away so hard he nearly dropped you as you let out a muffled cry, and you heard him put the lighter away as he pulled you back into his lap and kissed it all better again. ‘There you are, there’s my Bunny, were you staying strong all this time just for me?’

You hesitated before nodding, that was what he wanted to hear, and he kissed away the chill on your neck before allowing you to steal his heat again the normal way, his test was over, you’d passed this one.

You sat with him for who knew how long, the pounding bouncing between your forearm and wrist making you twitch as the rest of you warmed up again. He never stopped kissing you, light, gentle things that spread out everywhere he could reach to reward you for doing so much better despite you pulling away, and when you started to feel the pain in your legs again you knew you needed another session.

You couldn't tell him you were ready again thanks to the gag so you went to stand, your signal for him to open the door during the long hours of the night, but this time he just held you in place, kept you from moving. ‘You've had enough, you appreciate the cold, now,’ he told you before removing your gag, your jaw completely stiff as he massaged the joints. ‘So perfect, you weathered it so perfectly for me, I'm proud of you.’ He didn't remove your blindfold right away and you had no smart remark for him as you waited, this was usually when he used you to get off while he praised himself for his good work, but as he shifted you off of his lap and onto the bench next to him you felt confused more than anything. ‘Perfect, but… I can't forgive you for what you did to me, not yet.’

‘What're you talking about?’ you asked as you reached for him but he wasn't there anymore, your hands only finding air before you felt your gag wrap around your wrists just above the gloves, the press of cold skin heavily irritating your new burn and making you yelp. ‘Wha-? What're you…?’

‘You're getting spoiled by me, I'll admit to that, you aren't supposed to be using this equipment this freely, moving around the facility, visiting my room,’ he explained as he bound your hands together, your panic rising as much as it possibly could in your exhausted state. ‘Normally, all Circles are to stay in the Testing Wing, continue their training in the facilities there, but since you've been my personal project I thought it'd be okay to be a little more lenient, and I see now that doing so allowed you to get used to my kindness, not to how things actually are up here.’

The door opened again and you worried for a moment that he'd walked out when you felt the hands on your arms, the feeling coming back as you were roughly yanked to your feet, Breck touching your cheek again for just a moment before letting out a sigh, although it didn't sound genuine.

‘I told you I wouldn't be rewarding your behaviour, so be a good boy for me and take your punishment so we can move on, do you understand?’

‘What're you gunna do to me? Breck, what are you gunna do?’ you demanded as you were dragged towards the door, no footsteps following as you fought against them until it burned again, but you didn't care; being with him was unpredictable and dangerous but you didn't know what to expect at all with everyone else, it was a new type of unpredictability and danger, one you didn't know if you could survive without him there to hold you after hurting you.

‘I've already given them my orders, just get through the day, I know you'll come out the other side of this,’ you heard his voice in the distance say before you were being all but carried to your room, only knowing that's where you were heading based on the familiar twists and turns. They threw you onto your bed and ripped off the blindfold but not the one around your wrists, the Squares looking down at you with a mixture of pity and disgust before walking out. You stared at your door before looking down to your arm, a red smoky streak trailing across your skin, a definite burn right in the middle of it; it was about the size of a quarter, he’d burnt through the first layer and left you peeling and raw, and you honestly didn’t know if you’d rather he bury you or burn you as it just blended in with everything else.

You checked out your wrist next, a welted circle right over your pulse and throbbing twice as hard staring back, there was no way it wouldn’t scar. Your other wrist brushed it before you realized this was going to be hell more than a punishment on its own, so you tried to slip your hands free. Breck had given you no slack as your joints complained at the pressure and your burn was relentlessly rubbed before a loud sound screamed through your room and made you scream back. You looked around in a panic but nothing happened, your eyes wide as you examined every inch before deciding that it was okay, you were safe.

You tried to remove the bond again when the buzzer screamed at you once more, it still making you yell and jump, but when you stared at the camera and tried it a third time you only jumped a little bit as it rang out in response. You already felt frustrated as you let your hands fall into your lap, your body shifting with difficulty as you got comfortable in bed and closed your eyes to at least let your tired body rest after your sessions. The buzzer hit you even harder that time, and you smacked your head on the headboard as your warming skin started to burn again.

‘Breck!’ you shouted at the camera as you sat back up, and the silence that stretched on made your anger wane into nervousness until the speaker came to life.

‘Breck’s orders were very clear: no eating, no sleeping, no removing the bindings,’ a woman told you through the static, your stomach dropping as you ignored all the pain to crawl forward to the edge of your bed.

‘No eating… how long does he expect me to do this? I'll starve!’ you demanded as your stomach already growled, your last meal the scraps you'd devoured the morning before, you were already running on fumes as it was.

‘You're to stay there and accept your punishment until he sees fit, don't engage with the camera again.’ It crackled back to sleep and the woman didn't return no matter how many times you shouted for her, your last one rewarded with another blast of the buzzer so loud that your ears rang in the following silence. You let your head fall forward as you clutched the sheets, your shoulders shaking as you fought not to cry, your stomach empty and your head already hurting from the loud sounds and lack of a proper sleep.

‘Just get through the day,’ you told yourself as you sat back, your light blaring down on you and needing to stay on so you didn't fall asleep. ‘That's what he said, just one day, I can do this, I've pulled all nighters and forgotten to eat before, this is nothing.’ You got comfortable but not too much on your bed, your back pressed to the permanently cold wall to keep you up as your practically flayed, bare skin stung so much it helped wake you again. You could do this, his punishment would be nothing compared to the shit you'd put yourself through on accident, you just had to find some way to distract yourself so she wouldn't have to buzz you again, then everything could go back to normal; maybe now would even be a good time to work on your plan to escape, get everything sorted so that by the time you were able to get some food and sleep again you'd be ready to go.

He'd always been cruel but this was too much, the verbal and physical abuse had always been easy to shove down to save yourself as it was happening but to leave you alone with nothing but time was torture, and you started to imagine all the ways you'd get back at him for this.

You didn't realize that your fantasy of getting to smash his head in with the sharp end of his ski pole was so comforting that it was putting you to sleep until the buzzer woke you up again, your heart racing as your moment of bliss was shattered.

Maybe this would be harder than you thought.

You wished that you had a clock in your room as you paced the floor, sitting too painful and too risky after what had to have been the first hour. You had gone over your plan so many times that you knew it down to every last detail, how you'd butter him up, let him think he was in charge again before asking to go practice your skiing, you could do it, you understood now, anything to get him to touch you and want you and take you back outside. You'd suit up, wait until he was about to do up your skis, and as soon as you were ready you'd attack; you wouldn't hesitate this time, you'd hit him, knock him out, leave him in the snow to freeze for once before taking your skis and bolting for the courses. You'd have to be fast, you couldn't afford to take too long since you didn't know how many cameras were outside, but if you snuck just out of sight you might be able to pull it off, might be able to fly down the mountain until you could find help and get back to your family.

The thought of that fueled you but you were still losing energy fast, your legs wobbling as you just kept walking until you were dizzy and nearly toppled over into your table. You decided to sit a moment while your head stopped spinning, the tiredness nearly taking you once more as you slowly lowered to the chilled wood before you were woken up again. You moaned out a sound of frustration and hit the table, your desire for a clock growing even more as you stood back up, took two steps, and this time did fall.

You fell to your side in a last ditch effort to save your knees, your arm and side burning but it was okay, another long blast telling you to get up, now. You shook your head as you stared at the bed, you just needed a moment, the person behind the camera pressing down the button and not letting go until you were standing.

‘I'm fucking awake!’ you shrieked, your voice breaking as the camera just stared at you, and you looked away so they wouldn't see the tears that fell as you shouted at the empty room. This wasn't good, it was so much easier to ignore your basic needs when it was just yourself hanging out, doing some work, playing games, literally anything other than this; having someone constantly watching was putting you on edge, making you horribly aware that even though you were alone they were always there, and when you picked up your boot and threw it at the camera to get them to stop you were rewarded with a brand new sound.

This one was shrill, like a dog whistle almost as it made your head buzz, your hands slamming over your ears as you felt your teeth rattle. Your watcher didn't let up for this transgression, the whistle hurting so much that the tears did flow as your knees buckled and gave out.

‘I'm sorry! Please- STOP!’ you pleaded with them, your watcher giving you a few more seconds before letting up, your head still screaming as you collapsed back with heavy breaths; your ears were ringing so hard it was like a grenade had gone off right next to your head, your body twitching as you shakily lifted a hand to snap by your right ear to make sure you could still hear. You could, but it was faint, a warmness telling you about the irritation, and when you touched your ear and held your hand in front of your eyes you saw red dripping down your fingertip.

Your watcher laid off the button for a while after that, and you knew it was only because the buzzer wouldn’t be as effective when your hearing was halfway blown. They let you rest but you still didn’t sleep, finding out the hard way that when you thought you could get away with it that they had a backup; your head had just begun to tilt when a nervous Circle had walked in, took one look at you, and slapped you hard across the face. Your head snapped to the side as you woke back up, and he looked almost apologetic before he steeled, he actually wanted to be there and he was passing his own test, and he gave the camera a glance before walking out again. You were miserable, your face hurting and your ears still ringing as you supported yourself on the mattress with your elbow and gingerly touched your cheek, your body too tired to even cry.

Now you were sat facing the door, your knees held to your chest as you stared the camera down, your eyes snapping open again every time they threatened to close before your watcher could send someone in. You held your hand up to your ear and snapped again, you kept doing so as the ringing died down, but now things were just muted even without it, like your head was underwater, and you just shook your head at the lens as you narrowed your eyes. You hated whoever was on the other side, honestly it wouldn’t surprise you if it was just Breck, but he hadn’t even bothered to take you back to your room this time, so he probably had more important things to do today.

You didn’t put it past him to send someone in even when you weren’t falling asleep if it were really him staring back at you.

You kept going for as long as you could, but when a Square came in to hit you awake she did it with her hand soaking wet, the slap stinging her and making you cry out. You knew your face was going to turn red at that one, the Square waiting until the camera couldn’t see her before quickly rubbing her hand and walking out. You didn’t do the same to your cheek, just clenched your fist over the sheets and forced yourself to stand, and you hoped that they could feel your hate as you sucked in a breath and slapped yourself on the same spot. That one hurt, a gasp of pain leaving you before you stood up tall and headed for the bathroom, if physical pain couldn’t keep you awake then you knew what would.

You didn’t want to strip, but these were all the clothes you had and the casual chill was only making you sleepier, you needed something stronger, and you ignored the heat on your back from the lens staring right at you as you stripped down and set your clothes on the sink counter despite your handicap, your torn undershirt tearing all the way as you bit down on it and pulled lest you keep it trapped around your arms. You turned the water up as high as it would go, the metal bar mocking you once again but today you needed this, needed to put up with it just long enough to buy yourself another hour.

‘Just one day,’ you repeated to yourself, your voice loud in your head as you stepped inside and shut the curtain. You nearly slipped as you faintly heard the buzzer go off again, it lasting longer and longer the more you were able to ignore it, the water doing its job as you started to shiver, lose feeling in your fingertips, but your brain was waking up in the shock, it was working. You were about to duck your head under when the curtain was flung open, a rather beefy Square saying something but the water in your head was too strong, his voice just muffled as you snapped again, shook your head. ‘I c-can’t hear anything,’ you told him, the Square looking you over before grabbing onto your arm and pulling you up to him.

‘The curtain stays open, or you lose it,’ he yelled next to your ear, your eyes widening as you shook your head again; this was your last bit of privacy, your only safe place, and the Square just sighed before reaching for the curtain and getting ready to tug.

‘I’ll d-d-do it! Just leave it, p-please,’ you begged, the volume of your voice unknown as he trusted you and leaned against the sink. ‘Aren’t y-you going to-?’

He shook his head since he knew you wouldn’t be able to understand him from that far, and you felt the water sap away all the heat from your blush as your waking shock turned to a deathly cold. He let you attempt to shower before you started to sway again, the Square rushing to catch you before you smashed your head on the tile, and he also looked at you in pity as he shut off the water and led you back to your bed. You were sopping wet, all the energy gone from your very being as well as the warmth, a dangerous backfire as you heard a muffled command from above; the Square didn’t even look before hitting you once, and when that didn’t work he slapped you directly over the center of your back where your injuries were the worst.

It was an explosion of pain but even that didn’t work, and he said something you couldn’t hear before someone else was joining him. ‘Breck?’ you asked the stranger as your vision started to fuzz, only seeing a gray sweater and dark hair, but he came into focus when you felt the slash where his hand had struck. It wasn’t Breck, just another Square as he gave your attacker a nod and walked out, and when you looked up at him you could’ve sworn you saw him mouth the words, ‘I’m sorry,’ before hitting you with the pole again.

It was almost nightfall, it had to be as you sat on the floor of your room, your body naked and numb as the cold seeped into your open words. The Square had hit you even harder than Breck had thanks to his size, a lot of your welts opening up under the pressure, but even when he was done and your brain finally started to shut down Breck never came. Brit had, though, bringing with her a small zippered case of something as she looked over your injuries and yelled at the camera. You couldn’t hear what she was saying, even as your hearing came back more with the passage of time she still felt a million miles away, but whatever she’d said had been argued against her as she had the Square lift your arm.

You’d tried to pull away when the needle came out, but you could barely keep your eyes open and he was strong, the blood on your arm doing barely anything to help you slip free as she helped hold you so she could insert the tip into the crook of your elbow. You felt sick as you instantly became woozy at the sight, and when you’d felt the liquid inside get pumped into your veins you’d vomited all over your bed. The Square didn’t let go, he would probably get a promotion for this, and Brit wiped off your mouth with the edge of her sleeve as soon as the empty needle was removed. She said something to you but you couldn’t hear it, a stampede of fire ants racing through you as your heartbeat quickened, fingers twitched, pupils dilated.

Adrenaline to do what they couldn’t, even you could figure that one out.

‘D-don’t leave m-e like thi-s,’ you pleaded with her but you knew she couldn’t stay, even your Square leaving you after he tugged your dirty sheets free and walked out, leaving you with just a bare mattress, its springs digging into your legs. You shivered as you had nothing to cover yourself with, and when you noticed that you were staining the mattress you moved to the floor to avoid Breck’s eventual wrath about it, the cold creeping up your spine as you just held yourself and felt like every inch of your body was trying to rip itself apart and run free into the snow. Your chest hurt as your heart relentlessly pounded, your stomach was even emptier, and when your chattering teeth finally did chomp down on your tongue you had to touch it to make sure you didn’t actually bite off a piece when the taste of iron filled your mouth.

You needed to clean yourself up, use the pain to finish what everyone else had started, but you couldn’t move, your muscles locking up even as you twitched. You could only stare and wait for him to be satisfied, but the longer he stayed away, the longer you gazed into the warped reflection of yourself always watching, your determination and exhaustion and hunger and pain transformed into something else, something that couldn’t be so easily forgotten.

‘Stop watching me,’ you told the person on the other side, and you weren’t sure if the sound of the camera whirring as it zoomed in was real or all in your head. ‘S-stop… stop watching me.’ The camera didn’t answer, the speaker silent as you used your bed to prop yourself up, then stand, then walk. ‘If you wanna keep an eye on me, then come down here yourself, you fucking coward!’ Still nothing, your adrenaline-fueled panic making your veins burn just as bad as the open wounds across your arms and back as you picked up your chair and smashed it into the wall until it broke. ‘Stop! Stop it! Just stop!’ You climbed on top of the table and used the chair piece you were still holding to beat the camera until it was starting to come off the wall, your hands grabbing for it even as the whistle rang out again.

You could hear it, your brain and ears in agony as you screamed over it, your fingertips cutting on the broken plastic as sparks started to fly from the live wires, and you didn’t stop even when three Squares all rushed in at once, including the one who’d beat you. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you kicked at him, the other two attempting to help him, but he only helped you as you hung on tight and pulled the cursed thing right from the wall. The whistle crackled to a stop, the red light off as you laughed hysterically, you’d won, your victory cut short as another needle was brought out.

‘I’m awake, I can stay awake!’ you insisted as you started to thrash, your Square wrapping his arms around your own, his grip true as the remaining Square grabbed onto your head and pulled it to the side. The needle was shoved into your neck without any grace, the bile rising in your throat again before the second covered your mouth and plugged your nose, you wouldn’t be making a mess again. Your eyes rolled back as everyone relaxed then, and when you were placed back on your bed you couldn’t move an inch. ‘What did you do to me?’ you wanted to ask, but your mouth wouldn’t move, your tongue heavy and falling to the back of your throat until you started to choke.

They were quick to notice, and more pillows were brought so you could be propped up enough for that not to happen again; you were in the middle of weakly coughing when your hands were finally untied, your gag moved back to your mouth despite being soaked with blood, your Square making sure it wouldn’t dig too much into you before looking away. ‘So you don’t bite your tongue,’ he explained, the whistling hadn’t deafened you permanently, you could understand what they were saying again. It barely helped as they whispered amongst themselves though, and when a fourth and fifth arrived you were unable to cover yourself as they handed over strips of colourful, thick, elastic ropes, the same kind you’d seen decorating the courses outside. Your hands and feet were tied to the bed frame, for your safety it was also explained, but you didn’t know what safety that could be since you felt heavier than lead.

You could only move your eyes as the final Square also stepped onto the table, a new, wireless camera that matched the bathroom’s drilled into place so that your watching could commence, so Breck could keep making sure you were taking your punishment like a good boy. You shut your eyes tight and sobbed, no one but your Square passing you a second glance as they all filed out, and you couldn’t even get the mercy of being fully numb as the rough material of the mattress seeped into your back.

You felt delirious as the adrenaline kept you up, the numbing agent stopping you from acting out until the former started to wear off, and you knew your hearing was back when your eyes started to close and the buzzer went off again. You couldn’t even jump apart from your heart skipping a beat and your brain waking up again, and when you wept it was dry, your eyes so tired that you had no more tears to shed despite your distress. You didn’t know how long it’d been since Breck sent you away, maybe it was hours as you hoped, maybe you were well into the night and it’d all be over soon, maybe it’d only been a half hour in your sleep-deprived state, you couldn’t be sure. All you knew was that you wished you could remove the gag so you could bite through your tongue and drown in the blood, but he wouldn’t let you, he’d find some way to save you again and you’d just lose the ability to talk back to him forever.

‘I’m… sorry…’ you told the camera, it still silent above you as your words were muddled around the gag. ‘I’m… so sorry…’

Your door opened, your eyes starting to lid again as you waited for the next hit or whatever the hell else they were sent to do to you now that you really couldn’t fight back or defend yourself. When the mattress dipped you finally looked, and you started to whimper in relief when you saw that it was Breck, he’d come back to you. He didn’t say a thing, just took the gag off and brushed your bangs out of your eyes as you tried to lean into his touch but couldn’t. ‘What did you say?’ he asked softly, but it wasn’t with any concern, that flat tone there again but you didn’t care, he was there to get you out, that was all that mattered.

‘I’m sorry,’ you repeated, but he didn’t look any more convinced, ‘I’m sorry I fell asleep, I disrespected you, I deserved this, you were right, you’re always right-’

He hushed you then, he could tell you were just saying what he wanted to hear, you could see it in his eyes. ‘You do deserve it,’ he agreed, and you immediately started to beg him no as the fear of him letting this continue just like everything else ran through you. ‘You do, but I’m nothing if not a man of my word.’ Your Square walked in then, but he was now wearing a diamond, you were right, they’d promoted him; he carried a plate and a tall glass of water in his hands, the food sparse but easy to chew and digest in your state, and you thanked him as Breck motioned for him to bring it over. ‘However, something was brought to my attention as you were being punished,’ he continued, your Diamond just frowning in confusion before Breck brought out the gun hidden behind his back and fired.

The dishes crashed to the ground as you screamed, your Diamond’s confusion turning into fear as red spread out from his stomach, the man staggering before falling hard to the ground. You couldn’t look away as the tears fell, your neck aching and twitching as you fought to, and Breck just looked down at the mess and hummed as two Squares came in to drag him onto a sled and pull him away.

‘Such a waste, I’d tell you to eat your fill, but if I’d wanted you to eat broken glass I’d just feed it to you myself,’ he said lowly, your fear of him increased even more as the still smoking gun was lifted and examined. ‘It’s funny, killing a person; it doesn’t matter how many years it’s been since you’ve done it, it just gets easier and easier each time you do, almost like riding a bike.’

‘Breck, please…’ you whispered, the feeling coming back to you as you trembled, unable to move, barely able to speak, and when he shifted and pressed the hot barrel against the underside of your jaw you let out a gasp of fear as you shut your eyes tight and waited for the bang.

‘I want you to apologize to me again, and this time, I want you to mean it,’ he ordered you slowly, enunciating each word as you gasped in breath after shaky breath, your heart pounding hard again as he pushed it against you a little harder with each second you hesitated.

‘I’m… I’m sorry,’ you stuttered, his eyes shining as he leaned in even closer.

‘For what?’

‘For fa- for falling asleep, when you were trusting me.’

‘And what else?’

‘Um, uh- for-’ The gun dug into the soft flesh under your jaw even harder, and you heard the sound of the trigger creaking as he applied more pressure. ‘For disrespecting you! For not taking you seriously!’

‘You don’t take me seriously? Oh, Bunny, I thought you were smarter than that…’

You tried to move away but you couldn’t, your sobs getting caught in your throat as he placed the gun right to the center of your forehead where you could see it. ‘No! I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry! I’m spoiled! I used you! I’m so fucking scared, Breck, what else do you want me to say?!’

‘Tell me that you’ll stay,’ he requested simply, your eyes looking away from the gun in fear as he sprawled out across your chest so he could watch you even more closely. ‘Tell me that you understand that I’m only trying to help you because I see myself in you, and that you’re thankful that I chose you.’

‘I- I-’ Your voice was trembling so much, and he adjusted his grip as he took in a deep breath and waited. ‘I’ll stay, and… I understand th-that you’re only t- trying to help me,’ you whispered, his empty hand running from your cheek down to your collarbone. ‘And I’m thankful… you chose me.’

‘You’re so perfect,’ he repeated as he trailed the gun over your forehead, between your eyes, down the bridge of your nose, and finally let it rest against your quivering lips. ‘Tell me you love me.’

‘...I love you.’

‘Say it again.’ The gun pressed against your mouth, his finger twitching on the trigger, and when you opened up to speak you whimpered in dread as it slipped inside and rested against your tongue.

‘I love you,’ you obliged, but the words were slurred around the steel, Breck pressing a kiss to one of the no longer bleeding gashes under his left hand.

‘Again.’

‘I love you.’ Your eyes shut tight again as your tears flowed freely, the gun slipping down towards the back of your throat, and when you heard the trigger squeeze and the hammer slam down you didn’t know if the following gasp came from you or from him.

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