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internalsealpanic · 4 years ago

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The Thorn pt.1

summary: “Please what, Kitten? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”

or my 6 thousand word essay on why I want more Sugar daddy!Slade fics.

a/n: This is just straight up smut Never combine stress thirst plus an amazing enabler. Thanks to @littleredwing89 for basically co-writing. Also I need more case fics with undercover gentlemen’s clubs stuff. I will edit this for grammar later.

warnings: mentions of murder and sexual assault (for the case), mirror sex, collars, oral (male receiving), choking, kind of public sex?, size kink (this is to be expected at this point), strength kink, reader is kind of a dumbass, and praise kink.

villain’s masterlist or masterlist

Saying this wasn’t your scene would be like saying the sun is bright. Obvious but wholly inadequate in describing just how out of your depth you are. You cross your arms over your chest in a futile attempt to shield them from prying eyes. The soft fabric of your lingerie feeling too little in contrast to the men clad in expensive suits leering at you as they passed your skittish form.

You try to swallow down the nervousness. You try to tell yourself this is fine, that it’s just for the case. But the silk collar tied tightly around your neck and your own fraying nerves made it extremely difficult to ignore just how vulnerable you felt.

God, what made your awkward ass think you could pull this off?

You lift your head, eyeing the other men and women around you. You all wore matching silk ribbons tied into bows behind your neck, a circular, silver tag hanging off of it. You wrinkle your nose at how young some of them look. Some barely look old enough to be anywhere near a place like this.

Part of you feels thankful that you shut Nicky’s idea down to go with a leather lingerie set but the stark contrast of your lacy lingerie set made you stand out too much in the sea of leather. It made you stand out just enough to color both your cheeks and ears from the amount of attention you were getting. You close your eyes trying to ignore the heat permeating from your skin. You try to focus on the details of the case.

For the last 8 months, there’s been an increase in the number of young men and women going missing and turning up dead. The assumption had been that it was due to the increase in gang activity but something felt off about the deaths.

Nothing was consistent. The victim type, the area, and even the M.O. of sexual assault were varied. Only the mode of death was even close to being consistent but even that presented its own problems. The injuries were too clean, too efficient for the killer to have drawn any pleasure from it especially when contrasted with the victims’ other injuries. Normally people who make those injuries have a certain type and a certain way of doing things. And the clean efficiency of the disposal method had easily ruled out any of the local gangs.

When you brought all of this up to your boss, he waved you off saying something about looking into it. Somehow not getting fired after screaming at your boss (probably because you’re one of the few crime scene techs willing to stay in this shithole), you decide to conduct your own investigation. The more clues you uncovered (out of sheer spite) the more they seemed to point to an organized crime group, likely involved in trafficking.

Finally, after a month and a half of searching, you found a solid lead. Augustus Klineberg. Despite the name, he was new money. At least, here in Merit.

“I’m his type!”

“And so are a dozen bodies laying around in the lab, what’s your point?”

“Sita, got me a part-time job at the Thorn.”

It hadn’t been easy. The thorn was an exclusive gentlemen’s club that specialized in certain kinks. It had taken Sita a week to even get you an interview but after that they eagerly accepted you with worrying enthusiasm. Either way, this conversation was simply a formality.

Bernard stares at you and you watch as his entire being crumples into the dining room table. He turns to his husband pleadingly. “Nicky, Please, my love, talk some sense into her.”

You turn to Nicky who is innocently sipping from his coffee mug filled with whatever ungodly creation came to Bernard in the dead of night. He tilts his head back seemingly collecting the right words. “Y/n has a point.”

“No! Not you too!”

“Yes!”

“Bern, think about it. Klineberg would never suspect her and unlike most of Klineberg’s victims, Y/n is a ninja gremlin.”

Bernard gives him a withering look while you snort. Nicky shrugs and continues to drink his, what you assumed was, liquid crack.

“Y/n, are you sure about this? The Thorn- Well, it isn’t exactly like your other undercover jobs.” You give both of them a cocky smile, biting into your mini waffle. “It can’t be that hard. All I have to do is sit there and look pretty.” At that little remark, Nicky burst out into a fit of laughter loud enough to wake the neighbors.

You run your hand through your hair still, feeling flustered. You need air.

“Hey Nina, I’m gonna need like maybe 5 minutes.”

“Sure, just don’t blame me for whatever excuse I give the bossman,” Nina says, shrugging at you. She flips her red curls over her shoulder, winking at a patron and tilting her hips to show off her curves. Both you and the patron are slack-jawed and entranced. Maybe you should try that sometime? Some time being after you stop gawking at Nina’s ass and probably also after you take in some air.

You shuffle away awkwardly keeping your eyes to the ground. You shrink into yourself easily as you cut through the crowd. This case was going to be the death of you and Bernard’s eulogy would just be a very short but satisfying ‘I told you so’.

Mercifully, you find a quieter area. You would have preferred to go outside but standing alone in a dark alley in skimpy underwear might be a bad idea. You flatten yourself against a wall and close your eyes. Maybe you could tell them you aren’t feeling well which isn’t entirely untrue. You felt sick being this vulnerable. You should probably leave before you do something stupid.

A hand on your wrist drags you back to reality. It takes absolutely everything in you not to break his wrist. You open your eyes to see Klineberg hoovering in your personal space.

“Are you ok?” He asks, the concern in his voice sounding synthetic. You try to wriggle out of his hold not bothering to hide your discomfort. You note how his smile seems to get bigger as you struggled more. Clearly, he was enjoying your discomfort.

“Thanks for finding her for me. The manager said she’d be in this general area but it’s quite hard to see with just one eye.” Slade says casually, settling a large hand on the man’s shoulder. Your heart stops. Of all the people you had to run into-

Klineberg eyes him skeptically. You have to respect him for that. You’ve faced Slade several times before, only making it out due to luck or hours of planning. If you were Klineberg, you’d be pissing yourself. Despite the almost friendly expression Slade had on him, you can tell this wasn’t up for negotiation. And apparently, so can Klineberg seeing how he dropped your hand.

Slade waves a neatly dressed man over. The man eyes you appraisingly and your heart takes an express elevator to your throat. Were you that obviously out of place?

“We’ll be taking a room.”

“Of course, sir,” The man answers politely, finally, taking his eyes off of you and handing Slade a key.

Wait. We?

Slade starts walking without a word, the crowd parting for him easily. You briefly look back at Klineberg who is still looking at you like he’s going to tear you apart with his bare hands before following Slade.

You walk behind him wordlessly. Your mind is still reeling from the fact that Slade ‘Deathstroke: The Terminator’ Wilson just saved you from your target and your own terrible acting and is mortified by the fact that he has now seen you in skimpy lingerie. The steps you take are measured, making sure to stick close to him but not too close. You keep your eyes to the ground as you walk behind him, hoping it’s enough to hide the expressions cycling through your face.

You two enter a room. It was unexpectedly spacious even under the dim neon lights. You look around finding the room furnished with expensive decorations looking nothing like the seedy gentlemen’s clubs you’ve busted before save for the pole in the middle of the room. It looked more akin to an expensive hotel bar, again, save for the pole. The darkness of the room and the quiet flow of the music set quite the intimate atmosphere which just made you that more skittish.

Slade makes his way across the room, eyes searching the corners and spaces of the room. He nods seemingly satisfied with the setup and likely not spotting any recording devices. Your stiff shoulders loosen a bit, if nothing else you could at least speak plainly now.

Slade takes his suit jacket off, revealing broad shoulders and the outline of strong back muscles. Your throat dries. Something warm stirs in you and you’re gawking again. God, you really need a better reaction to attractive people.

Slade holds out a glass of whiskey to you, a playful smile on his handsome face. He doesn’t seem to mind you staring at him. You swear viciously not skimping on colorful words but walk over to take the alcohol regardless. It’s on his tab and you honestly needed some alcohol in your system if you’re going to talk to him.

“So, working for the cops not work out for you?”

“Nah, my last sugar daddy just kicked the bucket, so I’m looking for a new one,” you say, giving Slade a wry smile. You watch him cross one leg over another easing into a relaxed position through the wall. It was polished to a mirror shine. You guess that’s the kind of thing rich people liked.

“Hmmm, that can be arranged.” You choke on your drink. You scowl at him. He simply shrugs at you taking a sip of his whiskey.

You hear the door open, forcing you to pretend to be civil. A man around your age, dressed in a classic waiter’s outfit comes in with a tray of whiskey and two glasses. You don’t know how but you can tell the whiskey is worth more than your apartment. This doesn’t help your urge to punch Slade.

“Will you be requiring any special toys tonight, sir?” The straightforward tone of the question makes you stiffen more than anything. The man’s eyes flicker towards you but his focus remains squarely on Slade who eyes you openly before smiling and saying “No, thanks, Anthony. I think we’ll be just fine.”

"If you say so, sir. Please feel free to let us know if you need anything."

You wait for Anthony to leave before turning the full force of your scowl at Slade.“How the hell did you know his name?”

Slade regards you impassively over the rim of his glass. You refuse to break eye contact. He raises his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, Kitten, you caught me. I do frequent this club quite a bit.”

“You kinky shit.”

He eyes you again, his eye clearly tracing your curves. “I’m not the one sitting here in their underwear with a collar on. Speaking of which-” Slade nods his head towards something in front of both of you.

You look at the pole, blinking dumbly as a smile spreads across his face. He tips his head to it. “I did pay for your time and the customer is always right.”

Your mouth twists into a snarl as the tips of your ears run red. “You are insufferable.”

“Don’t make me call the manager.” You sigh at the unspoken ‘it is definitely going to blow your cover and get you shot. At best.’ and begrudgingly you make your way to the pole.

You grip the pole in front of you, flexing your fingers against the cold metal. Anxiety thrums under your skin. Your eyes flick nervously to Slade who’s got the audacity to sit comfortably, sip whiskey, and smirk at you as if he was completely in his element.

“No need to be shy. Be a good girl and give us a good show,” he says, winking at you. Your hackles rise and your face pulls into a frown before rearranging itself into a sultry smile. You put one heel in front of you, hooking your leg around the pole and grinding your clothed sex into the metal in an undulating motion that has Slade clenching his hand around his glass. You try your hardest to grin and you suspect you’ve failed. Not that Slade’s noticed considering his eye is laser-focused on your ass.

With your one leg on the floor, you push yourself into a spin. Your body tips back as your hand runs down your face, chest, and abdomen drawing attention to the plains of exposed skin and delicate fabric accenting your shape. Pulling your body back up, you let your body slide down to the floor. Your legs split as soon as you made contact with the floor giving him a full view of your ass. He whistles appreciatively, tilting his head. You watch him through thick lashes, eyes bright and predatory under the neon lights. You roll onto your hand and knees. He smiles down at you watching the sweat drip down the valley of your breasts. You were a sight to behold.

Slade pats his knee. “Come here, kitten.” Hunger flashes in his blue eye. It sends a warm shock through your system. It’s odd being looked at like that but you can’t feel yourself getting too concerned over it. Not when it sends a pleasant hum through your mind.

You crawl towards him in time with the movement, slow and steady in its place. Stopping in front of him. A large hand grasps your chin, thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

You sit on his lap, hand grasping his broad shoulder. Embarrassment floods back into your system now that you’re this close, now that you had the full force of that hungry gaze on you. You feel your skin heat and the weight of his gaze makes your stomach flip.

Seduction was other people’s gig, not yours.

Large hands settle on your waist, pressing circles into your skin. The buzzing feeling in your brain returns and you refocus on your task. His hands slide down the side of your body, fingers digging into your hips. His hands follow the circular motions your hips make on his crotch and guides you over the growing bulge. You hear his breath catch and hiss as you grind down on his crotch. You wrap your hands around the silk tie dangling from his neck and roughly pull him into a kiss.

His fingers dig into the meat of your ass drawing an embarrassingly loud yelp from you and giving him access to your mouth. You suck on his tongue and receive a pleased groan from him. Your tongues wrestle for control as he kneads your ass, making you mewl and moan into the kiss. You break the kiss needing air while Slade admires his work.

When Slade dips in for another kiss, you pull away pushing off of his broad chest a flirty smile dancing across your features. You turn from him, heels clicking against the floor as your show off the lushness of your figure. In the mirror, you see Slade settling back into his position and grinning at the corners of the room again. His arms relax on the back of the couch.

You close your eyes and let the music swallow you whole. You don’t dare hazard a glance at the mirror. You sashay your hips to the music, loosening your tense muscles. You open your eyes giving Slade your best seductive smile. You run your hands up your body, tangling into your hair.

You bite your lip as you slide them back down. Your fingers catch against the collar. Slade’s mouth twists.

You ease your arms out of your bra and let it drop to the floor. Your nipples pebble in the cold night air. The sight of them makes the corners of Slade’s mouth twitch. You push past the warmth stirring in your stomach in favor of trailing your hands down your body. Your fingers toy with the straps of your panties, watching as Slade licks his lips in anticipation. You slide the flimsy garment down your legs, bending over and giving him a good view of your wet pussy through the mirror.

Stepping out of them, you toss them at Slade, who just to be an asshole, catches and pockets them. He grins at you and shrugs unapologetically. You scowl at him putting as much venom into your features as much as possible.

You sway your lush hips in time with the music, letting the slow beat dictate the rhythm of your movements as you saunter towards him. You swallow, the silk collar still wound tightly around your neck. The intensity of his gaze makes you painfully aware of your nakedness but the embarrassment heating your skin shoots straight to your core, making you shudder.

Reaching him, you straddle his thighs, your plump ass grazing over his growing bulge. You moan, mouth-watering at the sensation. Your mind dwells on the feeling, your insides growing slick at the thought of him inside you.

Your fingers trail up your thighs and up over your stomach. You watch as his eye follows the slow tantalizing movement. His large hands grip onto the plush headrest of the couch, squeezing them as his face twists just a smidge with a mix of exertion and frustration.

You give him a playful smile as you slow the gyrating of your hips. A growl rumbles from his chest and you snap your hips back against his erection, the loose movement of your body hypnotic like ocean waves. Tipping your head back into his shoulder, exposing the column of your throat to him. Your hips continue to undulate against him, feeling the deep bass of the music ripple through your body along with the shockwaves of heat coming from your core as you grind it against his bulge. The coarse feeling of the fabric against your core making your knees grow weak.

A sinful moan tumbles out of your lips followed closely by breathy panting. You let your eyes slide shut soaking up the sensation of his suit against your skin. You reach behind you hooking your arms around Slade’s broad shoulders to steady yourself as your press closer to his large form. He presses his lips to your neck, the prickle of his beard against your skin making you shiver. “Yeah, just like that, kitten,” he murmurs against your skin, a large hand settling on your thigh.

You push further into him. You grind your hips, the movement deep and slow. Your hand tangles in his hair, gently guiding him to your lips. Your lips move against each other just as your bodies do, slow and sensual. You catch his lips between your teeth, nipping at it. He chuckles at your invitation, sliding his tongue inside your mouth and joining your lips once again. Below you, you feel another large hand hook onto your thigh. Both hands grip your thighs fiercely pulling them further apart, exposing your sopping pussy to the cold night air.

Slade breaks away from your kiss, his panting breaths hot fanning your face. You stare at each other with half-lidded eyes, lust bright in them even in the low light. He captures your lips again in a quick kiss before planting one on your shoulder. “Play with yourself,” he says, the command steady and rough against your ear.

The tone of his voice makes you shiver as you reluctantly release your hold on his shoulders. Keeping one hand tangled in his hair, you slowly slide your hand down your body, mewling into his skin when you reach into your neglected folds. You slip two fingers in immediately. You shudder and bite your lips trying to stop any obscene sounds from escaping.

A hand tilts your chin, coaxing you. “Good girl, look at yourself. Look just how wet you are just for me, kitten,” Slade says, nibbling at your ear. You yelp, your hips bucking into your hand, ass rolling against his member. You watch yourself in the mirror red-faced, open-mouthed, and sinful. Your dripping sex is in full view only obscured by your hand as your fingers dip in and out of your core. Slade’s eye never leaves the mirror even as he plants kisses against your skin. His large hand grasps your neck making sure you don’t look away from the mirror. You think of how easily he could break you and you feel like you’re on fire.

You're so close. You’re so so close. You can even see the desperation carving itself so plainly on your face. Anxiety and arousal mix into a potent cocktail in your gut. The nervousness from earlier rearing its ugly head. You whine in frustration, adding in a third finger but you can’t seem to reach over the edge. You hear him chuckle behind you and see him grin into your skin. At least, one of you was having fun.

He gives your shoulder another rough kiss, leaving a mark before speaking. “Having some trouble, kitten?” You wrinkle your nose at his tone but...in truth, you were. You bite your lip not knowing what to say. You’re so close but… the venue made you shy and that was an entirely different problem. Using the hand on your neck, Slade tilts your head towards him, the heat from his lips ghosting over yours. “All you have to do is ask for help, kitten,” he murmurs against your lips. The vibrations send another shockwave of desperation wreaking havoc throughout your already oversensitive body.

He tilts your head back to look at the mirror. You can feel your ears warm at the thought of begging but you’re a hair’s breadth away from your end. Biting your lips and furrowing your brow, you take a steadying breath but it still comes out breathy when you exhale due to the hand squeezing your thigh drifting closer to your core. He presses slow circles into your inner thigh with his thumb, his teeth nibbling at your shoulder leaving marks. A vicious curse leaves your lips blunted by a moan that follows it.

“Slade, please. Please. Sir, please.”

“Please what, Kitten? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”

You tighten your grip on his hair and roll your hips against his. He growls in your ear but he doesn’t budge. “Use your words, kitten,” he commands, sounding far more patient than he actually is. You whimper, rocking against him. He holds you still, fingers digging into your flesh and body leaning into yours. “Words.”

You pant, hot breaths loud in your ears. Whether it was his or your own you were hearing, you didn’t know and didn’t care, not when your head was jumbled with the buzzing under your skin. You swallow. His eye following the movement of your throat and the silver glint of your tag winking at you in the mirror. “Slade- Sir, please- Please, I need you. I need you inside me.”

“That wasn’t too hard now was it?” He says capturing your lips in a rough kiss. You scream against his lips when you feel two large calloused fingers thrust into your core, stretching you replacing the ache in your core with a burning stretch. Slade releases you, steadying you so that your eyes are once again on the mirror. You both watch as his fingers pump in and out of you, the room filling up with your moans. “Keep your eyes on the mirror and watch as I make you cum.”

He presses his thumb against your clit. The syllables of his name coming out garbled and incoherent. You cum with a whimper. Your body shakes uncontrollably, your bones melting. Your lungs take in greedy gulps of oxygen feeling like the wind’s been knocked out of them. Slade lets your head lull back against his shoulder. You press little kisses against the powerful muscles of his neck. “Thank you, sir.”

Slade removes his fingers from your pussy, leaving you feeling empty. “Clean up the mess you made,” he orders, pressing wet fingers against your lips. You open your mouth letting them in. You slide your eyes shut and swirl your tongue around them. You bob your head taking them in deep. You moan, rocking your hips against his still hard cock, letting yourself imagine what it would be like to take him into your mouth. Your enthusiasm earns you a hiss from Slade. You smile as you continue to suck on his fingers and rock your body, the fire in the pit of your stomach reigniting. You flutter your eyes open. In the mirror, you see Slade, brow raised and mouth wrangled into a shape of wry amusement. “See, I knew you were a good girl,” he says voice strained. You grind your ass into him as you moan around his fingers. You gasp when a rough hand grasps your breast, nipple pinched between calloused fingers.

“Are you that hungry for my cock, kitten?” he asks, removing his fingers from your lips. Both your lips and his fingers glisten with your saliva. You nod not trusting your voice to be steady. He thankfully accepts it.

“Well, have at it,” he says, hands repositioning themselves on the back of the couch easing into a more relaxed position and looking as smug as humanly possible. He really is getting his money’s worth out of this. You shift your body making sure you brush up against his erect member as you did so. He looks almost pained when you finally face him. You drag your hands up and down his shirt, his muscles barely hidden by the soft silky material. You lick your lips, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. You slide yourself down his body, hands kneading and worshipping every stretch of muscle they come across. Fuck, they feel so good to your touch.

Getting to your knees, you rest your cheek against his knee. You let mischief shape your features. He quirks his brow at you, tilting his strong jaw urging you to move on. You massage his thighs as you pull yourself up. You undo his belt tossing it to the side. You pinch the zipper of his pants between your teeth and pull it down, grinning as you do it. Slade lifts his hips a bit to help you ease his pants and boxers down. Your mouth waters visibly when his cock springs free in all its glory. You gulp audibly as you figure the logistics of fitting all of it into your mouth.

“Take your time, Kitten. I’ve requested you for the whole night. We have time.” He drawls, smug. You roll your eyes at him finally deciding that head-on was the only way to tackle this. You lick a strip up his member paying special attention to the large vein running down the middle. You flick your eyes up to him, seeing his muscles tense. You grasp the base of his cock tight in your hand, kissing the tip and giving the slit a long, languid lick. The taste of precum wakes your taste buds. You hum, sucking lightly at the head, your hand twisting up and down his cock. His jaw tightens, the strain of keeping his hips still tightening the muscles of his thighs.

You spread your legs wide as you sink your head down taking him in and giving him a good view of your wet pussy. You take him in as far as you can, gagging when the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. The corners of your eyes sting with tears. You still yourself, letting your throat relax around him. You pull yourself back up. Your plush lips massage his length as you go and your warm hand not trailing far behind. You keep your mouth on the head of his cock before sinking back down. His sheer girth is sure to make your jaw ache but you couldn’t make yourself care, not when you’re growing wetter the more you worship his cock. Slade for his part looked like he was gonna tear the couch apart every time you sank down to take is cock on, the fluttering walls of your throat driving him up the wall. The soft music of the room was now barely audible against the mingling sounds of your moans. Slade’s unrestrained voice was dripped with whiskey and sin.

His cock twitches in your throat and it’s the only warning you get before cum splashes against the back of your throat and fills your mouth. You choke but when your eyes meet his, the muscles of your throat work automatically to swallow his load. The movement followed closely by his eye. You pull back, light-headed. He grabs your chin, tilting it up to inspect your mouth. He hums satisfied. “Kitten, that mouth of yours is definitely worth more than the price of admission.” He says brushing a thumb against your bottom lip as you pant.

A familiar ache in your core returns when your eyes land on Slade’s still hardened cock.

“Of course, a little cockslut like you wouldn’t be satisfied ‘til you’ve been filled,” he chuckles pulling you into his lap so that you’re facing the mirror, your dripping pussy hovering over his saliva covered cock. The throbbing head teasing against your sensitive folds. He kisses your shoulder, his teeth pinching your skin leaving another red bruise. You whine as he guides your hips, moving them to ever so slightly brush your core against his cock.

“Sir, please. I need you. I- I need you to fuck me,” you beg, hands tangling in his hair and eyes watching his member in pained hunger. You sound so needy but you also needed him inside you filling you up.

Slade hums in your ear approvingly. He pinches your ear lobe between his teeth, making you keen. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” That was the only warning you got before his hands guide your hips down onto his engorged cock. Your walls flutter with every inch, stretching you with every inch. A hand cups your breast while he continues to guide you down onto his cock. Rough calloused fingers knead your breast as he whispers compliments into your skin in between kisses. The cacophony of sensations is almost too much for you.

“Such a good cockslut, look at how well that tight cunt of yours is taking me in.” You roll your hips, urging him to quicken his maddeningly slow pace. He simply chuckles at your attempt as both his hands steady your hips. You almost cry in relief when he finally bottoms out. You pant savoring the burning stretch tearing at your insides. Pleasure and pain mingling in your sense.

Slade rests his chin against your shoulder, lips pressed to the shell of your ear. “Kitten, I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock,” he says, in a low commanding tone making you shiver and leaving no room for arguments. You grip on to his arms, nails digging into the meat of his muscle, to steady yourself. You lean forward to get yourself into a better angle.

Ah ah ah

Breathy moans and the slap of skin against skin filled the air as you roll your hips against his. You watch yourself in the mirror, breasts bouncing, mouth hanging open, and tongue lolling out getting lost in the pleasure. The mixture of shadow and light highlighting and isolating the frantic need carving itself onto both of your faces. The coil in your stomach twists as your eyes meet his in the mirror. Icy blues trailing up and down your body possessively.

His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it gently as he trails kisses up your spine. Your hips stutter, your walls squeezing around his cock. “You like that?” he whispers into your ear, putting just the tiniest bit more pressure around your neck. You feel your walls flutter around him and he moans in your ear. His other hand squeezes at your hip, nails digging into your soft flesh.

With a growl, he snaps his hips against yours almost violent in its intensity. You let out a loud yelp. Slade jackhammers into you like a madman, pummeling your pussy. His tongue dragging against your sweat-covered skin. “Cum with me, Kitten,” he grinds out, nipping at your ear. Your pussy clenches and unclenches around him trying to squeeze his cock, gripping him as if not wanting to let go of it. He bites a hickey into your neck and you feel the coil in your stomach burst. You feel a flood of warmth fill your aching core as Slade lets himself go.

He turns your body around to face him, careful not to separate you two. He pulls you into a deep kiss as both of you ride out your orgasms.

Your body slumps against Slade’s, head resting on his shoulder and chest pressing against his. Your breaths come out in puffs fanning against his neck. Slade presses a kiss to your forehead. You yawn and kiss his throat, his pulse hot against your lips.

“Satisfied?” he asks, pulling your wrist to his lips nipping and leaving marks on it. You wonder just how many marks he’s left on you and if he’s technically allowed to do that. It just seems bad for business.

“Yes, sir,” you answer, nuzzling into his shoulder. He chuckles, rubbing his large hands soothingly over your aching muscles. He holds you tenderly for a while, both of you basking in the afterglow.

Through thick lashes, you see Slade look at his watch. You whine when he starts to shift. Wrapping your arms around him, you press your body closer. You see his brow wrinkle and have to bite your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. Sucker.

Slade gives you another kiss as he reluctantly extricates himself from your warmth. You shiver at the motion. Your oversensitive walls flutter making him groan. You whimper at the feeling of emptiness as he gently places you on the soft cushions of the couch. He places another kiss on your forehead then your shoulder then your wrist as he drapes his jacket over you. “Sorry, kitten, I have some business I need to take care of,” he says tucking himself back into his pants. “But if you feel like a repeat performance, feel free to come back,” he continues, fixing his shirt as he grins down at you. Your stomach flips despite how tired you feel.

You watch him walk away then stop. “Oh and I’ll be keeping these,” he teases, holding up your panties and tucking them back into his pocket. You try to sit up intent on throwing the entire bottle of whiskey at him but your limbs fail you, still feeling like jelly.

The next time you open your eyes is when you feel someone patting your cheek lightly.

“March,” Anthony’s voice comes out in a haze. It takes a second for your mind to recognize the name as your alias. You take a deep breath trying to quell the panic from being woken up.

“What time is it?”

“A quarter past one.”

Good, you’ve only been asleep for an hour.

“Thanks.”

“You’re pretty lucky. Looks like Mr. Wilson was feeling generous,” Anthony laughs, thumb pointing to the stack of cash by the whiskey.

That asshole.

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Thanks for reading!

a/n: This will be a 3 part series because I am thirsty as hell.

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shera-dnd · 3 years ago

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Had to split a simply colossal chapter into two smaller ones, so here is the first of those

Now featuring the faes’ true forms and an ungodly amount of simping

“I believed we had our winner when Lady Polendina got that perfect bullseye,” Weiss retold as she walked with her companions through the festival grounds, “but Lady Rose managed to, and I still cannot believe it, split her lover’s arrow with her own!”

“I’m certain there is an innuendo to be found there,” Ilia commented, earning her an offended scoff from the would-be-knight.

“Must you?” Weiss asked in exasperation.

“Believe me, Lady Gigas, she most certainly must.” Blake assured her, “but please continue. I’d love to hear more about our favorite couple.”

“Well, after they had finished utterly humiliating me in the shooting range,” she regaled, “they decided it was time to do so again in the sparring fields.”

“What is it with you knightly folk and sparring?” Ilia asked, seemingly annoyed, “is this your means of courtship? Were Lady Rose and Lady Polendina inviting you to join them in their tent?”

“It is a means to maintain our skills while coming to better understand each other!” Weiss countered, “and just because I now know where my preferences lie does not mean I’ll fall for the first woman to best me in combat!”

“Of course,” Ilia replied, though Weiss found no reassurance in her tone, “after all that honor would fall to Lady Blake, and we all know her preference is for women two times your size.”

“I have never claimed otherwise,” Blake replied with a shrug, “now would you mind procuring us some dinner, before you make our friend pop a blood vessel.”

“Very well,” Ilia sighed, as if she had been burdened with a terrible quest, “I shall meet you both back at camp. Please, do torment the Schnee in my absence.’

She offered them an over exaggerated bow and made her way deeper into the festival grounds, quickly disappearing amidst the crowd.

“You do know I could have just made us dinner, right?” Weiss asked, annoyance clear in her tone.

“And I’m certain it would have been delicious,” Blake replied, “but I’m not certain it would have been worth your sanity.”

“Of course.”

She hated to admit it, but she did not mind this at all. In fact she quite enjoyed the little trading of barbs that they partook in every day. It made for some interesting entertainment, and it allowed her to know Ilia a little better.

She was also quite enamored with the little laughs that would escape the fae whenever she got Weiss to make a fool of herself. No, she most definitely did not wish to question why she found Ilia’s laughter to be so endearing.

Definitely not.

Weiss decided then to archive those thoughts, and focus instead on the second most embarrassing topic in her mind.

“Thank you,” she muttered as they began making their way back to camp.

“No need to thank me,” Blake waved off, “wouldn’t want you two to strangle each other.”

“No, I meant…” Weiss sighed, “thank you for calling me a friend.”

Blake offered her a soft smile that only served to embarrass her further.

“I’m glad I got to call you that,” she replied, “and I’m sure Ilia thinks the same, even if she’ll never admit it.”

That got Weiss to smile back. Her life so far had been one of isolation, she had barely met anyone outside of the few select guests her father would allow into their manor, and had failed to find anyone who cared for her with the exception of Winter and Klein. But now she had been able to adventure beyond the walls of Atlas and find people who she could call friends.

Without Ilia with them to incite arguments and pester her, the rest of the walk back to camp was held in a comfortable silence. Though Weiss certainly missed the opportunity to get back at her friend for the earlier annoyance.

“If I may,” Blake began as soon as they arrived at their camp, “would you mind if I spent the night in my own skin for a change?”

It took Weiss’s mind a long moment to register what she meant by that request, but when it did she jumped to attention.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” She asked, looking around to make sure no one had heard that.

“Our camp is secluded enough,” she shrugged, “and no one ever comes here uninvited.”

“If you’re sure,” Weiss replied, “then I would not mind.”

Blake smiled at her in thanks and began undressing herself. Weiss promptly turned to look away, eyes focusing on anything but her naked companion. What followed was a series of noises that she would fail to describe, though they tempted Weiss to look back at her, if only to make sure that she’s okay.

After a moment of silence she heard the heavy thump of something heavy hitting the ground, followed by Blake’s familiar voice, “you may look again now.”

Where once stood the proud Black Knight of Vale now sat something else entirely. Her form had grown tremendously, now easily challenging that of Lady Xiao Long, and her body had grown completely covered in black fur, with a small white spot on her chest and two others on the back of her now clawed hands.

Her hair too had grown longer and wilder, and the face that hid behind it now took the features of a feline, especially her golden eyes which now reflected the bonfire’s light with an eerie glow. Behind her sway a long black tail, though mostly catlike it was adorned with thorns and purple flowers.

No, not adorned, that plant was as much a part of her body as her tail.

Stunned was perhaps not enough to describe the state in which Weiss found herself right now. She had been raised on stories of the terrifying and monstrous fae that hid in the forests beyond the walls of Atlas, and though Blake’s true form definitely fit that description, she still carried herself with the same grace and nobility that she did in her human skin.

She was still a knight, and she was still Lady Blake.

Unfortunately Blake seemed to take notice of all the staring, “if this causes you discomfort, I could change back.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Weiss assured her, “I was simply unprepared.”

Pleased with that response, Blake began to vigorously stretch herself as if she had spent many hours locked inside a tight space - a comparison that was perhaps too appropriate for her much smaller human form - and behind her her tail swayed happily.

“I haven’t been able to don this form since we arrived for the festival,” Blake informed, “it is good to feel like myself again.”

“It won’t be good for long if the local knights decide to take our hides,” the familiar and ever cheerful tone of Ilia’s voice called as she approached camp and unceremoniously dropping a basket between the two of them, “though do enjoy your dinner while you can.”

“Thank you, I certainly plan to,” Blake replied, seemingly unfazed by Ilia’s usual foul mood, “now come, sit, take off that damned glamour for once.”

Ilia stared at her, as if she was trying to will her fellow fae to stop with this nonsense.

It did not work.

“She will not give in, Lady Ilia,” Weiss said, “we’ll already be in plenty of trouble if we’re found in the presence of one fae, a second one won’t make a difference.”

Lady Ilia was unamused by Weiss’s commentary, “and what, pray tell, is your plan in case they do find you in the presence of not one, but two fae?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, standing up so she would be on the same level as her, “I’ll have a heroic last stand where I’ll fight off a dozen knights, before rescuing you on horseback.”

“Is that so?” Ilia asked, trying to keep her lips from twitching.

Weiss stepped closer.

“Oh yes, and then we’d ride off towards the sunrise and you’d…” she paused for a moment, trying to remember something, “what was it you said? Swoon and praise me for my strength and bravery.”

“Didn’t you say you held no attraction towards swooning maidens, Schnee?” Ilia teased, her smile slowly beginning to take hold.

“I’d be simply fulfilling my knightly duties, Lady Ilia,” Weiss insisted.

“You know what, Schnee?” Ilia began, with a smile on her face as she closed the ever shrinking gap between her and the Schnee, “I think I will doff this damned glamour, if only so I can watch you get skewered by those dozen knights while I flee on horseback by myself.”

“I’ll make sure to make it entertaining to you, my lady,” Weiss assured her, now face to face with the smiling fae.

A chuckle escaped Blake’s lips, earning her the most terrifying glare from Lady Ilia. The knight was, of course, unimpressed, seeming to consider a comment in her mind before reconsidering and letting it die without being voiced. A decision that Ilia greatly approved.

“Now will you please cast away that glamour of yours and relax for once,” she said instead.

“Very well,” Ilia surrendered with a sigh.

For a moment nothing seemed to happen, but then it was like the Ilia Weiss had known had shattered like glass, and what stood behind the illusion could only be described as breathtaking.

Eyes of light blue turned into pure glowing white, freckled skin turned to thousands of scales woven together into a tapestry of color. On her forehead now stood two large thorns, almost like a pair of horns, though they exuded the same regal air as a proper crown.

Lady Ilia then disposed of her - now much bleeker looking - dress to reveal a growth of leaves and vines covering her more...intimate places. Still it was not her crown nor her naked form that had Weiss in awe, it was her wings.

They were not unlike those of a butterfly, though no butterfly could ever hope to match their beauty. They were the light of her eyes fractured again and again into more colors than Weiss's mortal eyes could see, all of them weaved together in a pattern that could make even the stained glass of Atlas's grand cathedral look plain by comparison.

It took all of Weiss’s will not to fall to her knees in worship of the beauty she had been given the privilege to bask in. Though it didn’t seem she was able to completely hide her reaction, as when their eyes met she saw surprise in Lady Ilia’s face, and for a moment it was as if every fragment of color in her body had turned to the brightest of pinks.

“Should I give you both some space?” Blake asked, tail swaying slowly behind her.

“Absolutely not!” Lady Ilia shouted, sitting back down and refusing to look back at the still stunned wannabe knight.

It was now Weiss’s turn to shift through several shades of pink. She whispered a silent prayer that the gods would return to Remnant if only so the God of Destruction could completely remove her - and her shame - from the face of this world. This gave her some time to recover, at least enough that she could sit by the campfire with her companions again.

Unfortunately for the both of them that awkward tension lingered over the camp like a thick fog. It did not help that neither of them found it within themselves to look at or even address each other. They left it all to Blake to rescue them from their self imposed punishment.

“Ilia,” she called, “I believe you had questions for me.”

Lady Ilia seemed to take a few moments to recognize that she was being spoken to, but bolted up in attention as she understood the opportunity that was being given her.

“You’ve yet to tell me how you came to join the humans,” she reminded, “or why iron doesn’t burn you.”

That piqued Weiss’s interest as well. She knew Blake had to have some kind of magical trick to don her armor without burning herself alive, perhaps if she could share that secret they could use it to help those fae who wished to live among humans.

“This isn’t some trick you can replicate, Ilia,” Blake explained, killing Weiss’s plan on the spot, “this is not a weapon the unseelie can use.”

Ilia let out a sound not unlike a growl, showing that her teeth were much sharper than before.

“Not everything I do is out of spite for humanity!” She almost shouted, and her body shifted into bloody reds and harsh yellows. Though that display clearly failed to intimidate her fellow fae, earning herself only a raised brow, a reaction that caused her to change colors once more, this time to pinks and blues. “You left us. I want to know why.”

“But I have already--”

“No,” she interrupted, colors shifting over and over through her body, unable and unwilling to settle, “you don’t just change your mind like that for no reason. I want to know what happened.”

Blake sighed, tail wrapping around herself as she seemed to deflate, “this story is quite long, Ilia.”

“So is the night,” Ilia countered, “come, tell us.”

Blake looked at her, then at Weiss, who offered her her most reassuring look, “very well then.”

#rwby #prismatic ponytails #nuts and dolts #bumbleby #weiss schnee #ilia amitola #blake belladonna #medieval au #fanfic

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butlerbarb · 5 years ago

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Warmth (Beelzebub x Reader)

in this house we love beelzebub

You yawned, stretching your arms to the sky as you exited your bathroom, flicking the light off behind you. Padding quietly towards the bed, you dove in the warm, awaiting sheets with a content sigh. It had been quite chilly that day, and the House of Lamentation always was cold in itself, so finally being able to snuggle up under your covers and relax was something you much welcomed.

Clicking the lamp on your bedside table off, you turned over and pulled the covers right up to your chin. Oh yeah, this was it. Coming out of a nice warm shower, climbing into freshly washed sheets, you were about to sleep like a baby.

Or so you thought.

Your happy, warm little bubble popped at the sound of insistent knocking on your door. You frowned, hoping that if you ignored whoever it was, they’d just leave. Unfortunately for you, they didn’t. The knocking only grew louder until they were effectively banging on your door, sure to wake someone else in the house up if you didn’t put a stop to it.

With a sigh, you flung your legs out from under the covers, slipping your feet into the comfy slippers Asmodeus had bought you a while ago. Pushing yourself off the bed, you walked to the door, flinging it open to greet whoever chose to disturb your rest.

“Quit banging on the door already! What do you want?” You asked the figure who stood opposite you now. Beelzebub smiled down at you calmly, like he wasn’t just seconds away from ripped the door off its hinges. He thrusted your coat into your arms, still smiling as he did so. It was then that you noticed he was fully dressed in his casual clothes, a knit beanie adorning his head as well.

“I’m hungry, lets go get something to eat.” The sixth-born brother spoke, a frown pulling at the corners of his lips now as he held his hands to his stomach. You’re always hungry though… you thought to yourself in disdain, shaking your head. You knew Beelzebub wouldn’t take no for an answer, especially after he went through all the trouble to bring you your coat. Blowing out another sigh, you rolled your eyes, stepping into the hallway.

“Let’s go, and we’re not going to be out for the whole night again, alright? Lucifer will have my head if he finds out I snuck out with you again.” You told him, pulling your jacket over your shoulders and zipping it up. The both of you walked quietly, yet quickly down the halls to avoid any of the other brothers. Stopping at the front door to exchange your slippers for outdoor shoes first before heading out.

Once a good distance away from the House, you and Beelzebub fell into a casual conversation, mostly asking each other where the other wanted to go. You told the tallest brother that you didn’t care, expressing that whatever he wanted was fine with you. Of course, knowing the Avatar of Gluttony like you did, he led you to his favourite fast food restaurant, the one that sold human world cheeseburgers.

Upon arrival, he held the door open for you, just before making a beeline for the counter. You stood next to him, listening on is disbelief as he ordered at least one of everything on the menu, and a surplus of cheeseburgers. You had to stop yourself from laughing at the horrified look on the workers face as they punched out item after item.

After effectively ordering their entire stock of food, Beelzebub turned to you expectantly. You knew that look on his face, the one that said I forgot my wallet at home even though you could clearly see it in his pocket. You gave him the benefit of the doubt, however, suddenly feeling weak under his puppy dog eyes. You clicked your tongue, pulling your own wallet out to pay for the ungodly amount of food, chucking your own order onto the end of it first.

Your food was finished first, as expected, so you told Beelzebub that you would go find somewhere to sit. He ignored you, more focused on the food he could see being made in the kitchen. Taking a booth near the back of the restaurant, you thanked the heavens – well, really you thanked Simeon – that it was so late and no one else was crazy enough to be out getting fast food at this time. Sometimes the looks people gave you whenever you accompanied Beelzebub were embarrassing.

You waited patiently for Beelzebub, only picking at your food. It’d be awkward if you finished before he even sat down, and you were forced to watch him hoover food into his mouth for the next twenty minutes. Finally, after what seemed like a millennia, Beelzebub sat down across from you, an absolute mountain of food on his tray. It was, simply put, ungodly. You cringed as he shoved a mouthful of fries into his mouth before taking a chunk out of one of his burgers. You don’t know how he didn’t end up choking when he ate at that speed.

It was quiet for a moment, as you filled the time with scrolling through Devilgram on your D.D.D, occasionally texting some of the friends you had made at RAD. Your closest friend, a Succubus that Asmodeus had introduced you to, teased you when you told her you were out with the ginger demon, calling it a date no matter how many time you tried to tell her it wasn’t. She made it known that Beelzebub was the only one who was able to convince you to sneak out so late, meaning you just had to be weak to him. You felt your cheeks flare in embarrassment as you denied her claims.

“Who’re you texting?” Beelzebub’s deep voice cutting through the silence made you jump, and you shoved your phone into your pocket. The demon eyed you suspiciously as you attempted to throw a wayward smile his way.

“No one, Beel! I was just scrolling through Devilgram.” You laughed awkwardly, grabbing your drink in an attempt to cool the fire on your face. Beel stared you down for a moment, before shrugging and continuing on with his meal. You had the feeling he didn’t believe you, but thankfully he let you be. The silence from before returned, but for a much shorter period this time.

“What did you get?” He questioned you again, gesturing to your own food. You weren’t all that hungry, still full from dinner earlier – it had been Satan’s turn to cook and his food always left you extremely satisfied – so you only found yourself with large fries and a milkshake. Explaining this to Beel, he nodded, accepting your answer, although he couldn’t relate. He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Gluttony if he wasn’t constantly hungry.

Feeling your D.D.D buzz in your pocket, you pulled it out again to find yourself in a group chat with your friend and Asmodeus. Both of them yelling about how obvious your feelings for the younger brother were, and that you should just man up and tell him! Why did they have to be so persistent? Not to mention everything they said was right, about you being weaker for Beelzebub than any of the other brothers, letting him cling onto your more than Mammon – much to Mammon’s annoyance. You had thought you were doing a good job of hiding from them, and yourself, and everyone else, but apparently not.

The crumpling of wrappers drove your attention back to the demon across from you, watching as he finished his last burger in record time and had begun to pile everything on his tray. You finished the remainder of your food quickly, throwing it onto his tray just before he got up. He disposed of the garbage as you got up to follow him out the door.

Walking back, Beel left you for a moment as he caught sight of an ice cream parlour. You were shocked to find out things like that were still open at night, most places in the human world closing at 6PM. You took a seat on a bench by yourself, waiting patiently for him to return. A gust of wind blew past you and you shivered, your ears and face turning rosy from the cold now, and you brought your hands up to cover them. Beelzebub returned a moment later, 6 scoops of ice cream piled high onto of a cone, practically defying gravity.

“Here, I figured you'd want something.” He told you, thrusting a small bag towards you. You grabbed it from him, thanking him as you took a peak inside. Inside were delicious looking cookies, and your mouth practically watered at the sigh of them. You’d probably end up saving them for dessert tomorrow. You thanked Beelzebub again, and he nodded.

“That place is my favourite; they make really good pastries. I’ll take you there another time.” You blushed at his words, smiling to yourself just at the thought of him offering to take you there. An ice cream shop was much nicer than a dingy fast food place and, even though you told yourself it wasn’t a date, you still couldn’t help becoming excited at the thought.

“Are you cold?” Beelzebub asked, taking notice of your reddened cheeks and ears. Your eyes widened a bit, but you nodded. It was then that he did something completely unexpected. Taking his hat off his head, he placed it gently on your own. It was a bit big for you, falling slightly into your eyes until you adjusted it properly.

“You didn’t have to, but thanks.” You smiled up at him, the coldness from before leaving your face as it heated up in a blush again. Beelzebub seemed to notice this, a frown tugging at his lips as he stopped walking.

“You’re still cold?” He asked and, before you could object, he leaned in close to you. You tried to back away in shock, but his free hand came circling around your waist to stop you. You could feel his breath on your face as he inched closer to you, your own heartbeat becoming so loud in your ears you were sure he could hear it.

You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation of what you thought was going to happen, only to snap back open when he pressed his lips to your cheek. It was strange, the feeling of warmth that immediately spread throughout your body, extremely different from anything you’d felt before. Beelzebub pulled away from you, his eyes locked on yours as you gave him a confused look.

“Demons are really good at warming people up.” He spoke casually, as if it was already common knowledge. Confused at to what he meant by that, you suddenly understood as his arm unwrapped itself from you. The previous warmth had begun fleeing your body upon loss of contact, and you subconsciously let out a whine. You could hear Beelzebub chuckle, before his hand reached out to grab yours, the warmth filling you again as he pulled you back him.

You pieced it together later that night, as you sat up in bed texting Asmodeus. He explained to that, while yes, demons were essentially space heaters upon contact, it wasn’t a constant thing. Beelzebub willingly did that so you would be comfortable, which was rare, Asmodeus claimed. When you had told him that Beel had kissed you as well – you stressed that it was only the cheek, just so he wouldn’t assume anything – he laughed. He laughed so loud, in fact, you hear him down the hall. Asmodeus told that that wasn’t necessary at all, and Beelzebub must’ve had a thing for you.

You were certain Asmodeus would never let you live that down.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me beelzebub #obey me x reader #beelzebub x reader #still slowly but surely posting things from my ao3 :)#if you enjoyed feel free to send a request!#ily <3

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thehouseoflamentation · 5 years ago

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Main guys + Diavolo/Barbatos reacting to an injured MC that was attacked by another demon? (As they mention this as a legitimate risk in-game) :)

Here you go ^^

Lucifer

If the other demon already left, he would immediately try to tend to your injuries. As angry as he is, he would put aside his emotions to make sure you are safe first.

Once he knows you’ll be ok, he’ll use every resource he has to find the demon that hurt you and make sure they suffer a fate seven times worse than what you went through.

Even after everything he would still try to save face claiming that he saved you because he would have an ungodly amount of paperwork to deal with if anything happened to you. You knew the truth however. Behind that cold persona you knew he was relieved that you safe and sound, by his side where he would never let anyone hurt you again.

Mammon

He would immediately throw a fit. He doesn’t care who did it, all he knew was that you were hurt because of them and he wouldn’t stop until he found them and made them pay for the pain you went through.

As much as he hated his brother Lucifer he would go to him to ask for help treating you. He could barely wrap bandages right so if he wanted to help with your injuries he knew he had to swallow his pride and ask someone else to treat you.

Afterward though he would be by your side for the entire recovery process. He would bring you anything you needed and would even sleep by your bedside while you rested. He didn’t care if his brothers gave him shit for it all he cared about was that you would heal and get better.

Leviathan

Normally he isn’t too keen on fighting but he couldn’t just ignore this. Even though he was a shut in with barely any fighting experience aside from video games he would never forgive the scum that dared to lay their hands on you. He took a few hits but he made sure the demon would never be able to hurt you again.

After tending to your injuries, he became way more clingy than usual. He would pace incessantly around your bed hoping you would recover soon. Even though it wasn’t his fault he blamed himself for your injuries, for the fact that he couldn’t protect you in the first place. It would take a lot of reassuring to get rid of the guilt he placed on himself.

Satan

If the demon that hurt you wasn’t already dead they might as well be now. Satan knows the implications of letting his emotions run wild but there was little that could stop him from going on a full rampage against the demon that hurt you.

After dealing with the demon it would take some time before he’ll be calm enough to care for you but once he’s stable he won’t leave your side until you heal. Once you’re back on your feet he’d be very protective of you, staring daggers at any demon that so much as looked at you.

Asmodeus

He wouldn’t automatically jump in to fight and risk hurting his face but there are other ways of making a demon suffer. Asmodeus would use his popularity and social status to make sure the demon that injured you would become a social outcast. No one would be caught dead around them, their social and personal life would be a living hell.

He would spend most of his time caring for you and doting on you until you’ve healed. He’ll also get more clingy to make sure no one else tries to come near you again.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub’s muscular physique isn’t just for show. When he finds you injured and learns that another demon was behind it he would give them the worst beat down of their life and not even break a sweat doing it.

After he treats your injuries he would be pretty worried about you and try to do whatever he can to help you recover. He’s used to looking out for Lucifer and Belphegor but you’re human and aren’t exactly built to take a hit from another demon. He’ll bring you lots of food hoping that the more you eat the faster you’ll heal.

Belphegor

Belphegor may be the Avatar of Sloth but that won’t stop him from getting revenge on the demon that hurt you. Even if he couldn’t fight physically he’ll do anything in his power to make them suffer. The demon would be in excruciating pain from any hexes and spells he would cast. So much pain and he would barely have to lift a finger.

While you recovered, Belphegor would help you get what you need and stay with you every night. He’ll share the same bed with you and make sure you get lots of rest.

Diavolo

Any demon that messed with you knowing that your boyfriend was the next Demon Lord must have had a death wish. Diavolo always wore a smiling face but right now that only served as a mask to hide the anger and malice he bore towards the offending demon.

He could very easily end their life then and there but seeing as you were the victim and not him, he let you decided the demon’s fate to live or die.

Diavolo had many responsibilities given his title but at the moment you were his top priority. He would look after you as much as he could and if he had to leave you for whatever reason he made sure Barbatos was there to tend to your every need.

Barbatos

Serving Diavolo has made Barbatos skilled at many things. In addition to carrying out his daily tasks, Barbatos has the fighting experience to protect Diavolo at the drop of a hat. When he heard about your incident his immediate reaction was to tend to your injuries first. He knew the demon could wait but since you were human your injuries had first priority.

For Barbatos, disposing of your attacker was about as easy as disposing trash. Once they were dealt with you became his main focus. He brought you meals, replaced your bandages, and made sure you were comfortable for your entire recovery period.

#obey me!#shall we date #shall we date?#obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! satan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #obey me! diavolo #obey me! barbatos #ask #obey me! headcanon #headcanon

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cutiepisenpai · 4 years ago

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Gifted Part 3

Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, minor porn reference, mentions of unsubs crimes nothing graphic, and one supernatural reference

The next Monday at work it was as if nothing had happened at least for Y/N. When she walked in at the same time as always, a chipper smile telling everyone good morning. She runs into Spencer in the kitchenette as he is making his morning coffee with too much sugar. “You know the consumption of excess sugar doesn’t actually provide you with more energy; it's a common misconception. If you ate more actual solid foods you would have energy. Eating an apple and a handful of almonds would garner better results.” Y/N says to Spencer referring to the ungodly amount of sugar he is pouring into his coffee. Spencer as most of his coworkers have come to know is not much of a morning person and rarely coherent without coffee in his system. “Is that why you’re so chipper in the morning. Because you eat real food?” He says groggily as he continues to pour sugar into his coffee. “No, I actually alternate between boxing and yoga to start my morning. And if you don't stop pouring sugar that will be molasses before you know it.” Spencer stops and looks down at how much sugar he had actually poured into his mug. It was too much but what the hell he would drink it anyway. “So, how was the rest of your weekend?” He asks. “It was boring, you know grocery shopping, picking up dry cleaning, repacking my go bag, that kind of stuff. What about you?” What he didn’t want to tell her is that he spent the entire next day trying to figure out why she reacted the way she did, so he lied. “Oh just reading a new book.” “Oh really, what book?” She asked. He did not think that through and he hadn’t read anything new so he lied again. He thought of a book he heard JJ and Prentiss talking about, “Twilight, have you heard of it?” “You, read twilight?” She asks, with a knowing smirk on her face. “Yes, what I can’t read something that isn’t science or classic literature?” He asks defensively. “Oh I know I just didn’t take you for the tragic vampire romance kind of reader but to each their own. Sooo, what did you think about it?” Thankfully at that moment Hotch came to get them, they had a new case.

Their new case is taking them to Shreveport, Louisiana where a body had been found floating in a lake and upon further inspection after dragging the lake they found a dozen more bodies. When they land Hotch sends Morgan, Prentiss and Rossi to the lake, Y/N and Spencer to the M.E. and He and JJ go to meet the local police. Unfortunately for Spencer being stuck in the SUV with Y/N while driving to the M.E. 's office gave her time to interrogate him on his Twilight knowledge. “So what did you think of the book? Are you going to read the others?” Others?? Spencer thinks to himself how many of these are there. “It was good but I don’t think I will read the others.” He says hoping his mediocre response will suffice. It does not. “Care to elaborate? I have seen you dissect a blog post more in depth than that.” “No I wouldn't, we should be focusing on the case, not some book.”He says in a huff. “Wow okay no need to get defensive what insights do you have on the case?” She is met with silence, he didn’t have anything to say about the case; he just wanted to stop talking about the book he didn’t read. But she didn’t push him any further okay with keeping quiet for the rest of the ride. The M.E. informs that because of the deterioration of the bodies in the water the cause of death at this time is undetermined. “Is there anything you can tell us about the remains?” Spencer asks. “All of the victims are men and it appears they were all in their mid 30’s at the time of death and the earliest body shows to be about fifteen years old.” The M.E. says. “Well at least we know the unsub’s victimology. Is there any chance we will be getting any of these men I.D.’d soon?” Y/N says. “We’re working on dental records but that’s all we have to go off of.” With this information Spencer and Y/N head to the police station to meet up with the team. Getting out of the SUV when they arrive at the station, “Ugh I detest coming to the south, it’s so gross and muggy and humid my clothes are sticking to my skin. Why does 100% humidity even exist? It should just be called wet without rainfall.” Y/N says, pulling off her blazer and pulling her damp hair into a bun on her head. “100% humidity occurs when the dew point temperature is equal to the temperature outside.” Spencer says with a smug smile. He is met with a glare, “I understand the science behind it but that does not make it better. And how are you wearing like what four layers of clothing and have no problem with it?” She rants. “This is only three layers.” “You have on a sweater vest and a cardigan seriously how are you not dying?” He just shrugs.

Two days later and the team was having trouble with the case the ac in the precinct they were in wasn’t working and the increasing heat was making everyone agitated. Spencer was currently on a call with the M.E. regarding the official cause of death while everyone else sat around the table complaining about the heat. “So the M.E. says that the official cause of death is belladonna.” Spencer informs the team. “The porn star?” Y/N and Prentiss ask in unison. Spencer gives them a questioning look, “the poison.” “Oh” they say in unison again. “Belladonna is native to Europe, Northern Africa and Western Asia and it's not something you can bring through customs so how did they get it?” Y/N asks “They could have bought it on some kind of black market and then planted it here there is a lot of land and most people probably wouldn’t question it.” JJ adds in. This was the only lead they had so far so they had Garcia looking into it. With no other leads and nothing else to do for the time being Hotch sent everyone to their hotel rooms to rest for the night so they could start back fresh in the morning.

The team ends up not solving the case, the unsub was laying low after their disposal site was revealed. “Man this sucks.” Morgan grunts out. The team is on the jet heading back to Quantico all feeling a bit defeated by this case. “I know but if this guy ever resurfaces we’ll be back and we’ll get him then.” Rossi says. With that everyone relaxes for the most part knowing that every case won’t go their way. Y/N and Spencer are sitting side by side reading as everyone else has fallen asleep. “So, is that book better or worse than Twilight?” He really thought she had let it go seeing as though she hadn’t brought it up in the last couple of days. “It’s better more of my style.” “It doesn’t hurt to try something new. So what was your favorite part?” She really wasn’t letting this go, he wonders if she knows he is lying. She hasn’t been a profiler for too long; she might just be that curious. “How did you know I was lying?” He finally decides to just tell the truth. “From the moment you said Twilight. If you didn’t want to tell me about your weekend that’s okay I just didn’t understand why you felt the need to lie.” Y/N says turning back to her book. The rest of the flight is quiet, both of them joining the rest of the team and falling asleep. When the team arrives they don’t have any paperwork so they can just head home. “Did you drive today?” Y/N asks Spencer knowing he took the train sometimes. “No but don’t worry I can get home.” “I can give you a ride, I’m heading in that direction.” He considered declining but he didn’t want to go through the trouble of calling a cab so he accepts. The car ride was filled with unbearable silence. “I didn’t want you to know I was bothered by how you reacted when I hugged you.” Spencer says breaking the silence. “What?” “When I walked you home from the museum I hugged you and you tensed. Did that bother you?” Spencer says, his voice getting lower with each word. “Oh that wasn’t a you thing, I don’t usually hug people well except Garcia and that is not by choice every time she hugs me she tells me to relax and that I will get used to it.” Y/N says with a laugh. “Sorry if I upset you.” “Why don’t you hug people?” “I don’t have a real reason, it just feels weird and rather unnecessary.” “Well I’m glad you weren’t bothered by me hugging you.” Tension is gone now they have gotten into an intense conversation about facts on hugging. Pulling up to Spencer’s apartment they are ready to say their goodbye but they stay in the car talking, “So do you have plans for your days off?” Spencer asks. “Nothing.” “Would you like to go out somewhere together?” “Like a date?” Spencer has wanted that since they met on the elevator. “Yes as a date?” “Okay call me to let me know the details.” Y/N says with a smile before Spencer exits the car filled with joy.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #reader insert #Female reader #x reader #bau x reader #derek morgan #Jennifer Jareau #emily prentiss #Penelope Garcia #aaron hotchner #david rossi #Criminal Minds

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willkillforgoodmemories · 5 years ago

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Schools Re-imagined

Okay fellow guys, gays and ladies (all beings are invited), TODAY on quaran-talks (get it, quarantine but replace the tine with talks, never mind), we will be

“RE-IMAGINING SCHOOLS” (Mostly High school and it’s equivalents around the world)

so that they actually do their job and prepare us for the real world, which they haven’t. They have, however given me sleep-deprived days, traumatic memories and snakes for friends.

ASPECT NUMBER ONE

Changing when school starts. I mean, whose lovely idea was to start school at 8.00. Many schools also start schools at 8.30 but lord, imagine how happy we all will be if schools opened a little later.

According to the National Sleep Foundation, the sleep requirement for teenagers is between 8-10 hours per night. That indicates that the earliest healthy wake-up time for teens should not be before 7 a.m.

I propose that schools start not earlier than 9.00 am. That way one does not have to bear with the absolute feeling of grogginess of completing tasks on auto-pilot (when you complete tasks by doing the bare minimum because your brain is not awake), not rushing through morning routines (rushing can cause stress and anxiety) and can start the day on a good note. All those you thrive on 3-4 hour naps, it is in no way healthy and in some ways, not even your mistake. Moving on,

ASPECT NUMBER TWO

The marvellous blame-game. The student is usually the pawn. Don’t get the concept while in class, the teacher will probably say that you weren’t listening.

Ma’am or Sir, it’s your job to make sure the students understand what you teach. Be patient and stop telling them it’s wrong if they don’t understand the concept.It won’t hurt if you take out some time and teach them the concept again.

If you don’t get the concept during homework and use the reference guide, the parents will usually say that they weren’t paying attention in class and should know it. The reference material was made for a reason, and that was so that the student could use it. If the student wasn’t able to understand in class, there is a high chance they would be able to understand it on their own with their own research. Don’t doubt a student’s ability, even a little pat on the back can go a long way. More on this later.

ASPECT NUMBER THREE

A very popular opinion is that schools kill creativity. They don’t out right kill it, they just suppress it until it never come backs. In other words, it’s there but not quite. (confusing, just like the world’s education system). If the student says a wrong answer, don’t outright say no or prompt the class to laugh at them. Question their understanding in a polite way. Promote creative thinking and finding different ways of solving problems. Creativity can be found in all subjects, you just need to find a will. Don’t suppress interests such as liking of a particular aesthetic, genre of music or style.

ASPECT NUMBER FOUR

There is no space for individuality. Uniforms are okay because you don’t have to go through the hassle of picking out clothes but limiting other choices such as style of hair, use of accessories and nail polish and colour of hair should not dictate what kind of a student they are. Teachers and Administration should not care about these things because every student needs their own way of showing creativity. These things do not dictate what kind of student they are. There is a common misconception that students who do the above mentioned things will distract students and disrupt the class. The students usually compliment or comment on it and move on with their day. The teachers, however will call them out, fine them, give them detention or some other kind of punishment. The only people that are getting distracted here is the staff who takes the time out of their day to call a student out on their mode of expression. All those teachers who support their students’ choices are pure gems and deserve all the love in the world.

ASPECT NUMBER FIVE

The ungodly amount of homework. This is an extension of ‘aspect number two.’ I along with many other teenagers believe that the homework should be limited to two hours a day. No, I don’t mean two hours per subject. I mean two hours total. It can be extended to 3.5 hours but not more than that. Take the example of a GCSE student. A normal student takes about 9-12 subjects. Depending on the intensity of the subjects,the student should spend about 15-20 minutes per subject. During tests and exam weeks, this can be bumped up to 5 hours but still, testing a student’s skills of memorization does not prepare them for the real world. After spending six hours in school, this time should be taken to go over material and identify weak points in their understanding, not increasing stress.

ASPECT NUMBER SIX

The unhealthy expectations which really effect a teenager’s mind, and not in a good way. Many people are out here judging a student who excels in art on it’s ability to do STEM subjects, and vice versa. That’s like judging a fish's ability to climb a tree. Let the student pursue what they like without a thought in their head, “what will everyone think of me.” As a human being, they’d support and not belittle your choices. Let them pursue what they like. If they get bad grades, ask them about it. Don’t start shouting. Teachers, do not announce grades in class, you are literally creating students who build up low self-esteem. How hard is it to understand that teenagers are human beings. They’ll learn. If a previously-gifted student gets a bad grade, don’t make them feel bad about it.

ASPECT NUMBER SEVEN

Actually take a stand on matters that make sense. Stop bullies, racists, homophobes and sexists. Don’t go around nit-picking students who have long nails and unkempt hair or uniform if you have these problems roaming around. That just says that you are only caring about your outer appearance at the expense that most of your students will grow up to be ignorant citizens. A teenager mirrors their surroundings and if you can create a positive surrounding, it’s your part towards a more understanding society.

ASPECT NUMBER EIGHT

WHO thought that giving extra homework on weekends would be a good idea. Like, WHY? Weekends should be for relaxation and for revising topics. Wouldn’t it make sense if students took time to, I don’t know, go over the work from the week. That way, the information can be retained for a longer time. I also present to you the idea of making open book tests the norm. What many schools don’t understand that not everyone can memorize entire books. A student who does well on assignments but not on exams clearly shows that they understand but can’t remember it. The real world clearly shows that you don’t need to remember things because resources will always be at your disposal. A student should know how to apply concepts because 85% of the stuff they learn in school is utterly useless in real life. The remaining 15% are basics of subjects which should be learned.

ASPECT NUMBER NINE

The schools either need counselors that actually do their job or teachers that are willing to go the extra mile. Counselors need to understand the students’ situation and help them. Don’t blame everything on the phone. (Phones are least of our problems). Normalize opposite-gender friendships. Lastly, with classes algebra and all that, wouldn’t also having classes like etiquette's, how to file taxes and other worldly classes actually help.

REVISED TIMETABLE

As per the guidelines above.

Biological sleep patterns shift toward later times for both sleeping and waking during adolescence -- meaning it is natural to not be able to fall asleep before 11:00 pm.

Sleep between 11:00-11.30 pm. Wake up at 7:45 am (Assuming you slept at 23.15 which is the halfway point, you got a sleep of 8.5 hours, which is healthy)Getting ready and having breakfast at a peaceful pace takes an average of 15 minutes. You will be done by 8:15 am. An average school commute takes about 30 minutes so you should have 15 minutes to spare before 8:30 am strikes and you leave for school.School starts at 9.00 am and ends at 3.00 pm. (Schools here last for 6 hours).Go for extra-curricular activities. On average, extra-curricular activities last for 1.5 hours so you should be free by 4.30-5.00 pm. That leaves you with 6 hours. Even if you take an hour long nap and take exactly 2 hours,no more or less for your homework, you will still be left with 3 hours of leisure. These 6 hours can be scheduled how ever you like.

Now compare it to my timetable that was in place before the lock down. I woke up 6.00 am (Usually woke up early to complete homework which was impossible to complete yesterday) Left home for school at 7.15 am, usually made up for sleep in the car.

Reached school by 7.45. School started at 7.50 am and went on till 2.00 pm. All extra curricular activities were suspended due to tests and exam prep. Reached home at 2.40 pm. (Was picked up from school at 2.10 pm because group assignments roles cannot be assigned in class for some stupid reason so a lot of work has to be done outside class).

Refresh and have lunch, start homework at 3.00 pm. Went on till 5.00 pm, took a 15-minute break and again continued till 9.00 pm (This is just homework). Picked up the assigned reading and assignments, that went on till 10.00 pm. Time with family till 10.45 pm.

These were the good days. The days I was assigned art homework were torture. I have gone to school with only 3 hours of sleep many weeks.

For a system that is suppose to help the students, the education system sure does hate students.

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demialwrites · 5 years ago

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Bless Me Father, For We Have Sinned

Commission for Anonymous - 1400 words

You moved to Fuyuki with your family. They weren't terribly religious but enough that they wanted to try out the local church. The sermons were fine. Boring, as you expected. The priest's gently wavering voice washed over you and just about put you to sleep. After a few Masses, you met the man. Kirei Kotomine.

His energy was different up close and personal compared to during his sermons. Looking into his eyes while he spoke was like staring into a black hole that took everything in, then radiated a lulling heat. You really should have run the other way.

The first meeting was normal, uneventful. You decided to push your strange attraction by attending confession. You hung around until everyone else had their chance first. The box looked like it had been built when the church was, an ungodly amount of time ago. But it was clean, shiny, and didn't give you a horror movie vibe, so you went inside. You sat on the built-in wooden bench, hoping to God that Kirei recognized you. What you were hoping for beyond that, you didn't know.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," you recited. "It has been...a long time since my last confession."

You heard a dry chuckle on the other side of the screen at that. "Go on."

You gave some run-of-the-mill sins. Nothing too sinful. But you leaned heavily on the impure thoughts portion of it.

The silence on the other side of the screen was worrying. Could he tell you lied? Did you displease him?

"Father? My penance?"

"Your penance? Oh, right."

You didn't expect the fumbling answer, like he hadn't been listening at all. Then a creak. And another, longer creak sounding like a door opening. Another door opened, the one leading to your side of the confessional.

He didn't tell you what your penance was but, rather, showed you. You were to satisfy that annoying itch his body had for sex. Aside from a few surprised noises, you let him have his way. He pulled your bottoms and panties down and bent your legs up. Some rustling and he gathered his robe up to take his cock out. Because he was blocking all the light, you didn't see anything. You just heard him breathing deeply.

Him entering you hurt without prep but he didn't stop. Kirei put his hand over your mouth to silence your pained cries and continued to thrust deeper. Then he fucked you against the back wall of the confessional. If anyone was left inside the church, they would hear rhythmic thumping against the wood that sped up over time. He panted down at your face, thrusting at the heart of you.

Your hands slapped against the wood to anchor yourself as he stifled your loud moans, too. Even if you wouldn't finish with him, you wouldn't be far behind. This was everything you hoped for, minus the pain. You couldn't help but think you deserved that, though.

Strangely, he kept going until you began to clamp down on his cock and whine into his palm. It seemed oddly considerate to wait until you finished, too. He pulled out, leaving behind soreness in your core and regret deeply etched into your face. He stood back from the open door to the confessional, already looking presentable. You lay there, dripping cunt on display, terrified of the idea that someone might walk by and see you, let alone hear what just happened. You wouldn't be able to look your parents in the eye tonight.

Kirei smiled.

He left your sight. You managed to put yourself back together and make it home without anyone else laying eyes on you. Still, what you did was stupid. You weren't going to do it again.

Thing was, you couldn't just skip out on Mass without your parents being suspicious. If you left with your family afterwards, you'd never be alone with the priest. So you thought.

During Mass, Kirei swept his arms and gaze over the people sitting in the pews. His gaze stopped on you, of course. How did someone with nothing in his eyes see so much in you? That's what it felt like. And so he had you, without even trying.

You stuck around after Mass for confession. Your body thrummed with anticipation and also that your conscience warred with the rest of you. A tiny voice of reason that you were deaf to. You gave your confession, leaning on impure thoughts again. This time, to your disappointment, he gave you a regular penance. Hail Marys, Our Fathers, etc. You felt a little rejected but you went to kneel in front of the alter to start. It was uncomfortable on the stone floor but you planned to race through it.

You heard footsteps on the stone floor, going around you.

"Good," praised Kirei.

His shoe scruffed the floor and a moment later, his hands were on you. Rather, on the hem of your shirt. Panic flared within he pulled your shirt up. Had everyone else left? You didn't check this time. He was pulling your bra up, now. Just as your skin was pimpling from the cold air, the priest started tugging down your pants. Next, your underwear, his fingers drawing lines down your thighs as he did so. Your heart pounded with fear, you were frozen, but you couldn't find it in yourself to resist him. You could have had an audience behind you in the church but your heart would have pounded from excitement as well as fear.

There was a warmth on your back as he approached you and guided you forward until your hands rested on the stone. You forgot how the prayers went when cloth rustled behind you. He put his hands on your hips and you tilted them up, offering yourself.

He plunged into you immediately and forcefully. Harder than the first time, thrusting, hammering, until your walls gave way to his cock. Pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts and using your body to scratch his itch. He had no need for lust. He saw getting off as a chore to be done. You just made it more enjoyable.

You tried to crawl forward and away. With surprising strength, he stopped you, dragging your hips back again, and continued like it was nothing.

"Please, Father, it hurts!"

"Good. That is your real penance."

He pushed you to your first peak in under a minute and again, he didn't stop. This time, you were privy to short, low moans from the priest. Not loud enough to drown out your own, which were shrill with pain. Your fingers curled against the stone like a kneading cat. It was disgusting, disgusting, that you were letting a priest use you as a cocksleeve in front of the altar.

Kirei was very happy with having you as a playtoy at the moment. Perhaps he would tire of you later and dispose of you. For now, you even made Mass more interesting. You had no idea the emotions that displayed openly on your face when he made sure to concentrate on you. Like in cartoons when a character squirms under a spotlight. He need only glance at you and you were suddenly engrossed in the sermon. Or wondering what his next move was and how you could get into his pants. So easy to read and take advantage of.

"Nice little arrangement you have here."

Kirei gasped as you tensed up all over your body and around his cock, then he smirked. Gilgamesh stood just to the side of Kirei's vision, one hand in his pocket and a maddening grin on his face. Kirei's Servant was very amused by this. Gilgamesh bent down at the waist to get a better look at your face. "Ahhh, your pet does not seem to be enjoying herself."

Kirei hummed thoughtfully, imagining the discomfort on your face. He had seen you like that before; he knew exactly what your expression was. Add in some absolute horror that you had been caught and your trembling, his body warmed with the joy that normally he was denied in his everyday life. Before you could try to get away again, he used the hardened muscles hidden under his cassock to lift you up and hold you in a way that put you on display for his Servant. You couldn't move. He kept you locked against him with one arm across your chest. With the other hand, he pressed on your clit and rubbed hard. You bent back against his body from the sheer pleasure, your tongue bulging from your lips with each pant. Like you wanted to vomit from the situation but couldn't. Gilgamesh's grin widened.

#commission #kirei kotomine x reader #dubcon #female reader #smut #sub!reader #gilgamesh makes a surprise appearance too #my shit

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ehstarwar · 5 years ago

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a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves (1/8)

Rey looked down onto the empty orange bottle seated on the edge of her bathroom sink. She knew realistically that staring super hard at the bottle wouldn’t magically make it refill with suppressant pills, but she was willing to try anything this point.

The newest edition on the ever-growing list of Shit Rey Experiences', is being unable to get suppressants.

Rey can no longer afford suppressants and decided to take on unsuppressed life. Thankfully, Ben is there to help her.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.3K

Read on AO3

Notes: i've never written ABO before, but good golly, i have read it and am now ready to take the plunge. plz enjoy!

Chapter 1: doth suffer a sea-change

She had faced quite a few hardships in life. Being abandoned as a child, tossed from foster family to foster family, getting into a university 500 miles away from where she was from, affording said university until she graduated summa cum laude, figuring out a way to survive and pay her loans back simultaneously; the list goes on.

But nothing, nothing, was comparable to the hardship Rey undergoes, continually, as being an omega.

She wishes the hardest part about being an omega was the constant degradation she experiences in the professional world. If it just meant lewd comments and occasional handsy knot-headed alphas, Rey could deal with it no problem. But the fucking heats. The claw off your skin, masturbate until your numb, loose your absolute mind heats that made being an omega a living hell. And on suppressants, that only happened once a year.

The newest edition on the ever-growing list of ‘Shit Rey Experiences’, is being unable to get suppressants.

Her terrible insurance had now decided that suppressants were an ‘elective’ medication that omegas could function normally without. While Rey will support Senator Organa until she dies, she does wish that the senator hadn’t fought quite so hard to pass the legislation that ended the federal mandate that all omegas must be on suppressant unless mated.

It was a huge step in the country, one that Rey had even advocated for, but one with unforeseen consequences like insurances not covering the cost of suppressants anymore. But, such is life. This was the bed that had been made for her, and this is what she would deal with. People went without suppressants all the time; progressive omegas that clearly didn’t live in the same part of town she did, but omegas none the less.

Rey swept out of the bathroom, promptly tossing the empty bottle in the garbage, before turning to her roommate.

“I’ve decided something,” Rey announces.

Rose didn’t look up from the television, but responded anyways. “And what would that be?”

“I’ve decided to quit taking suppressants.”

Rose chokes on the cheese balls she’s currently shoving into her face while looking up at Rey.

“You what?”

“I’m not taking suppressants anymore.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I don’t need to. Omegas are individual, like every other designation and do not need to be medicated just to join society. Senator Organa advocated very hard to have the federal mandate repealed, and to show my support, I will no longer be taking suppressants.”

Rose looked at Rey like she was out of her mind, and she supposed she was. Betas like Rose would never fully understand what it was like for omegas or alphas, so Rey isn’t surprised that this information is shocking to her.

“Do you realize what this will do? Don’t unsuppressed omegas have like, three heats a year? You literally hate the singular one you have, why would you choose that?” An excellent point that Rey had not considered.

“The heats suck, yes, but… maybe if I know I’ll be going through it more often, I’ll try a little harder at actually dating someone. Use it as a motivator, ya know.” The excuse didn’t sound nearly as bad as Rey thought it would, even if it was total horse shit. She also knew that Rose’s constant pushing for Rey to actually put herself out there would be placated by this answer.

“This seems like a pretty major change just so you can meet someone. Have you tried that one app that is supposed to help match up alphas and omegas? Knot It, I think it's called? That would be a more reasonable first step than… this.” The concern in Rose’s voice touches Rey and part of her is tempted to break down and tell her the truth. But then Rose would want to help her, being a best friend and all, and Rey would be put even further into emotional debt for all the helping she’s done over the years. She decides to hold steady to her little fib, hoping that Rose will just let it go. ( A pipe dream, to say the least.)

“I’m choosing this for right now. If it becomes… too much, I might change my mind. But I’m going to try this first. It’ll be good for me, I think.”

Rey ignores the unease in her friends gaze, and goes about her business.

The bar is crowded when Rey arrives at Maz’s. Some sports game is on that Rey would care about more if she could afford live TV to watch it continually, but cable wasn’t exactly a standard for someone who eats ramen for nearly every meal.

She see’s the large table in the back, the one that’s unofficially reserved for her friends, and notices she’s the last one there. A chorus of ‘hellos’ greet her as she slides into he booth, and is handed a plastic cup full of PBR.

“Rey-Rey! You made it! How’s our favorite mechanic?” Poe asks, clearly already a few too many deep.

“I’m good! Have you guys ordered yet? I’m starved.”

“I ordered a big ole’ hunk of qb with extra ass!” Poe screeches, looking up at the monitors, earning an eye roll from the sober people at the table, and giggles from the drunk ones.

“Buffalo wings and mozzarella sticks with extra marinara sauce,” Ben tells her. He’s across the table from her, but Rey is pretty sure that the calves she keeps bumping into are his. Ben’s damn long legs will always be a point of contention with her. Who needs to be 6”4 anyways? It’s just gratuitous. Still, she like the person they belong to.

“Bless you,” She tells Ben, earring a sweet smile and a hint of a blush. Ben is so easy to make blush; it's one of Reys’ favorite pastimes.

The night goes on; food is consumed in an ungodly amount of time, beer is constantly flowing, the rest of the bar dies down but they all remain. It’s nice, the little family they form. Rey would never had dared to dream of such a thing, but meeting these people was the greatest gift she’d been given. Rey met Finn the first semester of undergrad, and been a part of this group since. Through Finn, she met Rose, Kaydel, Jannah, and Poe, and through Poe she met Ben. Friday nights a Maz’s had become a staple for the last few years, one religiously followed even when they probably should have all stayed home.

While Rey loved being in this group of friends and partaking in their rituals, she had to admit to herself that it was… a lot. Without suppressants, at least. Smells were intense, to say the least. Every thing was heightened to the nth degree and Rey had spent the last three weeks without suppressants needed to excuse herself to get a breath of fresh air, too many times to count.

Everything smelled so, so much, and Rey had to suffer through all of it.

But it wasn’t all bad. There was the occasional whiff of a fresh smelling laundromat, or sweet pastry that was nice to experience. And, of course, the juicy smelling alphas that usually came as quick as the went. Like right now, in the bar, Rey could smell the thick aroma of leather and pine mixed among the crowd. It was strong, even diluted by the scent of others, so she couldn’t imagine what it would be like on its own. The though made her clench her thighs together in hopes of something that would likely never come to pass.

“Rey… Rey? Are you with us?” Finn waved a hand in front of her face, snapping Rey out of her train of thought.”

“Oh sorry. I was just… distracted.” Rose ‘hrumps’ next to her.

“We’re still on for Wednesday, right? Trivia night at Lukes?” Finn asks her.

“Yeah! Of course. I’ve been prepping for it by watching Jeopardy every night,” She tells them, earning a chuckle from Ben.

“Good. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget. You’ve been so spaced out lately,” He tells her, making Rey sink further into her seat.

“Probably because of the suppressants. Or… lack thereof,” Rose replies, causing every sober eye to turn and stare at her. AKA Finn and Ben.

“You stopped taking suppressants? Are you nuts?” Finn asks, incredulously.

“Thank you, Rose. And no, I’m not nuts. I’m just… choosing the natural life, so to speak.” She gives Rose a pointed glare, and tires to ignore the heated expression on Ben’s face. Finn is a beta, so his opinion will probably be a little off the mark, just like Roses.

But Ben is all alpha. Not just any alpha; no, Benjamin Solo was 100%, grade-A, total alpha who also happened to be the biggest sweetheart she’d ever met. It was a horrible concoction that had been the subject of one too many fantasies that Rey had shoved down in lieu of friendship.

Betas would have some idea what it meant for omegas to be off suppressants, but alphas? Alphas would bristle just at the thought of an unmated, unsuppressed omega, even if they smelled like a garbage disposal.

“So you want to revert back to a sex-crazed lunatic that thinks water is overrated?” Finn continues to question.

“I don’t think water is overrated even in heats. And I’ve already gone three weeks without and been fairly normal. I’m perfectly capable of handling myself without medication.” Rey keeps her expression calm and cool, but her eyes are steadfastly on her empty plate.

“Well… good for you, I guess?” Finn isn’t totally convinced and this will absolutely come up later, but he knows not to push his luck like this in public.

Rey gives a tight-lipped smile in response, still unable to meet Bens’ gaze, and is grateful for Poe for his loud interruption that he ‘will be a trophy husband to the first gay NFL quarterback’.

It’s not until they’re all standing outside the bar, in the chilly autumn air, that Rey realizes what’s wrong. She had felt Ben’s eyes on her the rest of the night, and it had taken every fiber in her being not to look at him. She knew what waited for her when she did and her inner omega wanted it too much to be a good thing.

But what’s wrong is not that Rey has to face Ben while they wait to load their drunk friends into Ubers. What’s wrong is the way he smells. If Rey wasn’t drunk of the beer, then she was drunk off of Ben. The hints of nice smelling alpha emanated from him, even through a cloud of scents. It was deep and rich and Rey wanted to bathe in it.

She could also feel the displeasure he was feeling and it made Rey want to throw herself on the ground and beg alpha for forgiveness. She resisted, but only just.

When it was just them outside, Rey finally turned to face him, garnering any courage she could find.

“What is it?” She asked, aggressively, before she could loose her nerve.

“It isn’t safe,” Ben stated simply.

“What isn’t safe? Riding a bike without a helmet? Eating day-old sushi?” She retorted.

“Rey.” It was a command, even if he didn’t mean to give it. “It isn’t safe to be unmated and unsuppressed. Especially…” He trailed off.

“Especially what?” She wishes her voice were harsher to express the anger she feel within.

Ben stares at her for a minute before responding. It makes her scent gland itch. “I could smell you. Through all those people, I could smell you. What happens if a knot-headed alpha is too close to rut and you’re alone-“”

“I’m an adult. I can take care of myself. Rape is still illegal, suppressed or not.”

Bens’ jaw clench and his hands ball into fist and Rey feels her core heat.

“I know you can take care of yourself.” It’s not what she expects to hear, and the softness of his voice breaks something inside of her. Her steely expression falls and so does his.

“You’re right, I know you’re right. But this is the way it is.”

“Why?”

Rey sighs, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes before telling him. “My shitty insurance got even shittier and no longer covers suppressants. My last refill ran out a few weeks ago, and with the way my student loans are right now, I can’t afford to buy them.”

She doesn’t need to see Ben to know the way he bristles. “This is because of my mom; because of the law she passed. It’s not fair to you that-”

“Your mother has been nothing but kind to me! She is a very sweet woman who I will always support and I get why she advocated for this. Yes, this sucks, but it’s not your mom’s fault.”

Ben isn’t placated by this, but keeps quiet.

They stay like that for a terse minute, Rey scrambling to figure out how to move on from this conversation. He speaks before she gets a chance.

“I can help you. I can get you suppressants if you want. It’s really no trouble. If anything, I kind of feel like I owe you.” Ben is sheepish when he speaks, and Rey’s heart swells a bit.

“That’s kind of you, but no thank you. I can handle this on my own.”

“You don’t have to, Rey.” His voice is low, but washes over her like a warm blanket nonetheless. “Just, please tell me if you need help. Promise me that.”

Rey doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to even say that she would rely on him if she needed to, out of her own selfish pride, but the omega in the back of her mind screams to, at least, make alpha feel better. She knows if she does, it will help.

“I promise.” Rey doesn’t know if she says that, or if her omega does.

#im also tryin to get through all the comments on my other works too!#but this popped into my head and now its a fic so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#reylo #rey x ben #ben solo x rey #rey x kylo ren #rey #ben solo #kylo ren #adam driver #daisy ridley #my work #fan fic #star wars #ao3 #appihtg

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gibberingcultist · 4 years ago

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The Forgotten Age

We think we know the history of the Earth, but there are secrets that lie beyond our reckoning and truths that could undo our entire understanding of the universe. When renowned historian Alejandro Vela discovers one of these secrets, the ruins of an ancient and forgotten Aztec city, it sets into motion a plot that could unravel the very fabric of time.

Designers: Matthew Newman Artists: Andreas Adamek, Justin Adams, W. T. Arnold, Borja Pindado Arribas, Cristi Balanescu (cover), + 55 more! Players: 1-4 (best at 3 per BGG). But I would say Arkham Horror LCG is always best at 2 players. Playtime: 60-120 minutes per scenario. BGG Weight: 3.86 / 5 Mechanisms: Action Point Allowance System, Cooperative Play, Deck / Pool Building, Hand Management, Role Playing, Variable Player Powers

I am so far behind schedule on all these Arkham Horror LCG expansions and mythos pack reviews. The Dream-Eaters Cycle was recently released and already FFG has two more Arkham Horror LCG box expansions planned for the near future. The Innsmouth Conspiracy and potentially something called The War of the Outer Gods. We shall see if that second title is accurate or not in due time. Either way I can already see the money draining from my wallet like venom from a serpent’s fangs.

This will actually be my second time playing through The Forgotten Age expansion. The first time was with a party of three and we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. I found my first overall experience with TFA to be a incredibly frustrating. It was a grueling, torturous journey through the Mexican rain forest. We picked all the wrong supplies for all the wrong characters it seemed.

So after it was all said and done, I was pretty sure that I wasn’t ever going to play this expansion again. But with recently finishing The Circle Undone and not having all the mythos packs for the Dream-Eaters Cycle in my possession, I caved and returned to base camp to go on the expedition all over again. This time with a better idea of what will be needed. Characters with very high agility and well…. blankets. Why didn’t my first expedition group take basic bedding with them?! I’m surprised we even had boots on our feet, we were so unprepared for survival in the outdoors. Hopefully the second time through will be a little smoother.

So as I already mentioned, knowing how important agility is for your investigators; my girlfriend and I selected the two investigators from the The Forgotten Age campaign with the highest agility (feetsies). These two also seemed to have the highest potential for the most bonus actions in a round, which is always a good thing to have in this god-forsaken game. We chose Ursula Downs and Finn Edwards. We can’t help but think that Finn is really just allowing himself to be employed by Ursula to get himself away from some sort of shady business dealings back home. Or to make a hefty profit selling all of our equipment and provisions. Because why else wouldn’t we have blankets?! I swear that stuff is getting stolen from under us.

“I have had it with these motherfucking snakes in this motherfucking jungle!” The pit vipers aren’t too bad as long as you are as spry and nimble as Ursula and Finn. We were able to stay ahead of the sneks by constantly moving and clearing each location of clues as quickly as possible. The Boa was a bigger concern as he was hunting us through most the scenario. We don’t plan on killing anything with vengeance points. IF we can help it that is. Neither of us really had any weapons readied during this scenario anyway. Just the trench coat on our backs and the track shoes on our feet. We were bouncing all over the jungle like gummy bears hopped up on Ayahuasca juice (is that a thing?).

Once confronted by Ichtaca, Keeper of the Etzli, we really had no choice but to parlay with her. I’m not sure why Alejandro Vela is so opposed to working with the locals (at this point in the game). Sounds like he’s part of the White Savior Industrial Complex. We discovered the Etzli ruins, thanks to Ichtaca and left behind a wake of snakes (very much alive mind you) and watchful Guardians. Rushing exploration and clue gathering was the way to go for this scenario. Very thematic and fun.

In this first scenario, one gets introduced to the exploration deck. Where one could potentially lose his/her movement actions based on what cards are randomly drawn from a small shuffled deck. A deck consisting of a handful of treacheries mixed in with a variety of potentially discoverable locations. I guess I don’t mind the exploration deck mechanic. More times than not, we will unluckily draw all the treachery cards rather quickly. So we take the explore action early knowing full well that we are going to draw treachery cards. After all the treachery cards have been randomly drawn and discarded, THEN we can explore without fear or consequence. And that’s a great feeling.

Welp. So much for trying to maintain zero vengeance points. Yig’s fury went from 0 to 5 in just one scenario. We were rapidly overwhelmed with serpent humanoids and barely got out of the Etzli temple with the Relic of Ages in hand. It’s almost as if investigators were meant to die/lose this scenario. Ursula suffered a mental trauma after being hounded by Yig’s minions every step of the way. Her treachery card was what did her in though. She was unable to heed the Call of the Unknown after taking such a beating from the treachery filled exploration deck.

We both found this scenario too frustrating. The difficulty ramped up to 11 and we were still ill prepared for such things. None of our weapons were even drawn during this game, so once again we just had to keep moving. Trying our best to stay ahead of the wave of snake creatures. The only reason Finn was able to get out of the temple, after snagging the Relic of Ages, was because he was lucky enough to draw his I’m outta here! card right when he needed it most. There was no way he was going to make it past the 7 or 8 monsters in his linear path. This relic better be worth it.

….Aaand it’s gone. We lost the relic. Or Harlan did. Whoever the fuck he is. We chose to keep the relic safe by giving it to some rando in passing. Then we are shocked when the supposedly trusty vagabond up and leaves town. Great.

Threads of Fate was another rather frustrating scenario with a ungodly amount of enemies. The moment we were able to eliminate just one of the Haunting Nightgaunts terrorizing us, we would advance the agenda deck, reshuffle the discard pile, only to draw the very same Haunting Nightguant! GAH! These guys are tough as well, 4HP, running away from them is hard due to doubling the negative modifiers. Terrifying creatures.

It was neat that there were multiple Acts or multiple storylines (threads) to follow and investigate. We were only able to fully complete one of the three but at least the scenario still rewarded us for making an attempt at the others. In that you receive some bonus experience points for just getting past Act 1 of each deck. Alejandro Vela was rescued and now resides in one of our decks. I would have preferred to have the Relic but circumstances prevented us from making it so.

Wait, it was all a dream?! But I consumed actual gas in driving to this fever dream. I want my gas supply point back. The Boundary Beyond would be strike 3 for us. Another overly frustrating scenario with too many monsters and a damn near impossible end goal. We were suppose to lose weren’t we? Considering we only managed to get 3 out of the 6 locations explored correctly, and then wiped of clues before being overwhelmed by enemies. The added penalties for exploring was very rough and we felt it… hard. Like for instance, one location forced you to take a physical damage to take the explore action. Which inevitably resulted in drawing a treachery card, making the damage you received to draw the treachery even more painful. So consume another precious action, take another physical damage, and try your luck again!

The Harbinger of Valusia once again made his appearance known. A damn near impossible enemy to combat while also trying to achieve your necessary win condition. With Alert and Retaliate active even when exhausted, the Harbinger is going to just decimate anyone interested in doing any amount of damage to him. Especially book nerds like us. We were able to inflict 2 damage on him though before getting TKO’ed. 2 damage out of his 20hp! I feel like we should be further down on his health track. Ugh.

During set-up, players are instructed to set aside the Agenda 3 and Act 3 cards. I imagine this is to mislead the players about the intended length of the scenario? And well… it worked! During what we thought was our very last turn (before the agenda would advance), we both made some hail mary plays to try and acquire as many clues/locations as possible before ending the scenario. Only to find out, the scenario wasn’t over. By the time we realized we had more rounds at our disposal, we were either already eliminated or stuck in some impossible situation. I can see that designers are looking to subvert players expectations in whatever means possible, but this ended up just frustrating my girlfriend to the point that she considered quitting the campaign all together. She is calling AH-LCG an abusive relationship. Wondering why we keep going back to it.

The Story So Far

Wait. Why are we back in the jungle again?! Let’s recap. Going back a few scenarios, we uncovered information on a secret cabal, called the Brotherhood, who had interests in the Eztli relic (missing!). This Brotherhood also had a great deal of information on Alejandro’s previous expedition into the Mexican rain forest. According to Ichtaca, the Brotherhood is seeking a place called the Nexus of N’kai. OK fine. So without any other bit of information given by Ichtaca, we set off on another expedition back to the relic’s original location. For what I imagine is to seek out additional clues in regards to the power behind the relic.

During our road trip to Mexico City, Alejandro voices his opinion that the documented symbols adorning the relic is not of Mayan or Aztec heritage. Hmm…ok.

We putz around Mexico for a while, eating lots of fish tacos and drinking lots of margaritas (or so I imagine), but doing not much else. A week later, Ichtaca FINALLY decides it’s time perform some sort of cryptic incantation, alone in her room. An event that results in a dream like scenario which gives us some insight. Insight into (Tenochtitlan locations?) a cave that Ichtaca believes is the path that leads to the Nexus. She wants us to go with. Do we have time to grab some Pozole before we go? I think so.

Part 1

The first half of the Heart of the Elder’s mythos pack seems more of a catch-up scenario. Because we only received insight on 3 of the 6 paths/stone pillars outside the cave, we had to spend some days trying to decode the other 3. The stone pillars are essentially the lock tumblers allowing access to the cave maw.

I find it hard to believe Ichtaca had been running all over this jungle, secretly protecting the relic from outsiders, and never once discovered or learned about this cave. And if she did know of it, why did it take so long for her to explore it? And it she did explore it, why didn’t she know the 6 paths from the start?! Gah!

We did not like this part of the scenario. It felt like another throw away scenario that really wasn’t needed. It took two attempts at it to get the remaining 3 paths. Our first day/attempt resulted in no additional paths and Ursula ended up dying to the snake monsters. On the second day, a replay of the same scenario mind you, we had much better luck in not drawing snake monsters to hound us the entire time. So that helped us focus on clue gathering. The whole idea of playing the same scenario over and over again until you achieve some specific goal, rubs me the wrong way. Repetition in this regard is no fun. We also were annoyed that progressing the Act deck, which is normally a good thing to advance, significantly hampered our overall goal. So on the second day, knowing that it would be detriment to advance the Act deck, we advanced it only when we were ready to take on the additional headache.

Part II

After we gained access to the cave, we had a good spelunking time getting clues and discovering locations. It’s as if clue gathering is what we excel at. We lucked out on drawing a minimal amount of enemies during the mythos phase. Which helped us deal with everything else thrown at us. We felt like we had plenty of time to achieve the overall objective and we got a heck of a lot of XP from this scenario (both parts 1 and 2). Which makes the sting of part 1 a little less so. Part 2’s flavor text alludes to a Journey to the Center of the Earth type inner world, taking place below ours. Which is kind of neat.

The end of the scenario was a little confusing. Alejandro betrayed us?! He was working in unison or is commanding some sort of alien race to find and gain access to Yoth, cavern of the serpents? Why? I take it Alejandro is a member of the Brotherhood, which would explain why they had information on Alejandro’s expedition. It was information of the inside variety lols. My girlfriend thought the entire campaign was over after reading “It is your last human memory.” So we just died?! Not quite.

Alejandro was working with scientific, alien creatures? Hah! So we got mind-swapped with a couple Yithians and mentally transported to some unknown location beyond space and time that acts as a mass-information compiler. What are the aliens doing with our physical bodies right now? The other aliens didn’t seem to mind us wandering around their utopian society. That is until we fucked with their experiments. I suppose we would be the real aliens at this point. We had a lot of fun playing this scenario. This would be the first time, in publication order, that your investigator’s card gets swapped out for another scenario specific one. The next instance of this taking place during the prologue of The Circle Undone campaign. Both enjoyable experiences.

We slithered around, doing our best to hold on to our items with our noodly appendages. We did manage to perform all six of the necessary intellectual pursuits before mind-melding back into our original bodies. AKA we were a rightful pains in the ass. 9 xp from this scenario! So that’s very nice. This scenario required a lot of card-play. Mostly we used our cards just for the modifier icons to pass tests. As your Yithian character card allowed for the doubling of icons for one card per test. This coupled with our ever reducing max-hand size, made the end goal of holding 10 cards at once a rather tricky puzzle to figure out. We would not have achieved this goal had it not been for our new pen-pal, the Custodian, and the best room in the house, the Yithian Orrery.

What were we suppose to do with the Out of Body Experience treachery cards? I was never instructed in the setup but I feel like these should have been shuffled into our decks at some point. The backside of the Yithian investigator cards have Do you remember…? in the Deckbuilding Requirements section. So maybe it was a mistake in that these treachery cards should have been included in our decks to start. Not sure. We didn’t utilize them. This will probably be corrected in the Return to.

Now lets see what Alejandro and his alien buds were up to while we took a mental holiday.

I hear people play this scenario just to see how far down into the depths they can get before they are torn to shreds. We got to level 5 (the bare minimum) and immediately got the hell out of there! One could get a significant amount of XP on this scenario though. If everyone is well suited for fighting monsters and dealing with the ever growing pain that is the chaos bag. We on the other hand are NOT well suited for dealing with monsters. Besides running away from them. Finn Edwards recently purchased a Ornate Bow which has been pretty damn effective at eliminating a bunch of annoying or persistent enemies. Enemies with the Hunter trait mostly. Lets hope the next scenario is more about getting clues and not fighting a Boss of some kind.

The Depths of Yoth is an alright concept for a scenario but just like in a previous scenario (The Heart of the Elders Part 1) you essentially just play the same mini-game multiple times. At least with this scenario, with the reset between floors/levels, the locations are randomized. Your starting location and which locations are available will be slightly different between floors. We quickly learned which icon to look for in order to find the Steps of Yoth (how to progress). And I’m so confused on what’s going on in the over-arching story that we don’t even care anymore. Both Ichtaca and Alejandro have turned on us and want the Relic of Ages for different reasons. Ichtaca, I believe wants to awaken Yoth for some terrible reason. Hopefully it will all make more sense after the next scenario.

We finished! …thank God/Yig. We did get an above-average ending. Resolution 1 if that does anything for you. We lost the original Relic of Ages so we didn’t get the best ending but we refused the tempting offers from both Ichtaca and Alejandro Vela and went about mending the tear in the fabric of time…ourselves somehow. Luckily for us, The Relic of Ages was rediscovered in A Pocket of Time which I suppose makes sense that we traveled through time and found a earlier/later version of the one we lost. I’m always impressed with the final scenarios of each of the major campaigns. This one was no different. The story seemed to come together. Both Ichtaca (Yig worshiper) and Alejandro (Yithian in disguise) had ulterior motives which is understandable. I liked that we could have sided with either of them to change the world as we know it forever.

We didn’t kill a single enemy this scenario. Besides those EZ-PZ cultists. So we were once again dogged by a myriad of serpent & elite enemies. We were use to though after the sixth or seventh scenario where that happened this campaign. Finn Edwards handled running away from 5 different monster enemies himself, each round for two or three rounds. One free evade, three normal evade actions, and a Leo De Luca evade action. While Ursula Downs worked vigorously at exploring and clearing clues from as many shattered locations as possible. Taking damage and horror when necessary. It worked. I can’t wait to go back to playing some Guardian and Survivor class characters. Or really anyone with dynamite

We don’t officially get to play the bonus, secret mission because we lost the Relic of Ages from our timeline but we will play it anyway just to see what it’s like. Going on the assumption that we didn’t hand a complete stranger one of the most powerful objects in the known universe. So we will play that next and I will report on it here.

Man, fuck this game. We got devoured by Yig pretty quickly in our attempt to undo our past mistakes. Turn Back Time has a cool concept but this scenario is not designed with pacifists like us in mind. It’s tough! Arm yourself to the teeth before entering the Eztli Ruins again! We didn’t REALLY deserve to unlock this scenario and we are going to continue acting like this scenario never happened. Our own form of time travel.

Now that we are done with this campaign we will play a Return To… or start The Dream-Eaters cycle and hope that our last Mythos pack gets delivered very soon.

In Summary

Of all the Arkham Horror campaigns that I’ve played, The Forgotten Age is and will remain my least favorite. With that said I was impressed by how many of the scenarios ended up having a decently high personal rating. This tells me that the scenarios themselves aren’t bad but the over-arching story and mechanisms introduced are what leaves a foul malignancy festering in my mind when contemplating The Forgotten Age. Mainly due to the frustrations with the exploration deck, the supply point system (never having what you need), and having to suffer the ridiculous amount of serpent creatures all looking to settle their poisonous fangs into your meaty neck. The Harbinger of Valusia is still out there, slithering around the jungle with a whopping 18 HP! Good luck with that Mexico.

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emmybluefire · 6 years ago

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Accounting for Powerful Characters in RP Events

Story Time

So, towards the last couple hours of my shift at work, a rather concerning thought occurred to me:

“I roleplay a dragon for a reason. But every time I enter the city, or attend an RP event, I’m not allowed to use it. Period. At this point... I might as well be playing a generic mage. That kinda sucks...”

And to be honest? I got a bit angry about it. To the degree that I even started verbally ranting about it to myself in the form of mutters. I just sat there asking myself: Why? Why is it that whenever I enter a RP event, I can’t play my character to the fullest extent? I’ve worked so hard to balance out them out. To make them fun, make them memorable... and yet, people still have yet to get the full experience.

Dilemma

Every time I try to cast something like “Spellsteal” or “Counterspell” or even use the most basic of dragon abilities: “Dragon’s breath” I’m told “No. No, you can’t because it’d solve the problems in the event too quick! And it would be very unfair to others!” It’s almost like people just- don’t account for powerful characters. Ever. No, that would make things “Too Complicated” or “Too Easy.”

But that’s when this thought occurred to me: “Powerful characters being ‘too special’ and ‘A sign of bad RP’ and ‘A red flag that indicates an asshole player’: These thoughts have been so ingrained in our collective server conscious for so long that even guilds who say they’re alright with powerful characters still don’t account for them in their events.”

This often leads to someone having to constantly annoy the DM asking: “Hey. Is this okay? Can I do this or would it be too much?” and detract from the RP at large. And let me tell you, that’s not fun at all. You feel bad for annoying the DM, and the DM winds up constantly distracted from actually running the event. That needs to change.

Disclaimer

Now, before I get too far into this: I would like to say I understand the opposing argument. One character being more powerful than the others would, In fact, make things unfair to other players. It could, in fact, make things too easy. A character that can solve a complex problem with one spell does tend to remove the challenge the DM worked so hard to develop all too quickly. Games like D&D, 5e especially, face this challenge all to often once the characters get to certain high levels. It’s a problem so many people are unsure how to tackle. At least, in a conventional setting...

On one hand: You need to let your characters play true to how they would. On the other: It really sucks when your hard work is surpassed so easily. Many DMs are unsure what to do, and so leave things as is, and silently vent to their closest friends in the background afterward.

My post today isn’t here to argue against this argument. My post today is here to offer potential solutions to these dilemmas all DM’s and event runners face every day. So, without further Ado: “How to Account for Powerful Characters.”

“Flex Raiding”

This one is my first and foremost solution. The one that I, as a DM or Event runner, would personally turn to as my first solution. In MMOrpgs like “World of Warcraft” , the RP environment is so diverse, vast, and random that it’s rather hard to cater to everyone’s preferences. You have people who like playing silly mundane characters like Old Men, Young Warriors, Book Binders, or even just your average run of the mill Civilian Drunk. But in the same environment you also have people who like to play more grandiose characters like Grand Archmages, Grizzled War Veterans, Elemental Lords, Dragons, and things like that. Sometimes more than one pour into the same pot, so to speak. So when you run a guild or dungeon group that contain characters from all ends of the spectrum, it’s hard to find one particular “Rolling System” that would accommodate for all of those and have it still be fair.

My solution? Don’t. Instead, here’s what you can do:

In some MMOrpgs, there’s a mechanic called “Flex Raiding” , it’s when the raid or dungeon scales to the number of players doing it at once, and the levels of each player’s character. One can, in some ways, apply this same principle to roleplay events.

Write a version of the event that would come to being if your entire group consists of “Powerful Characters” , A version of the event for when your group consists of just “Mundane Characters”, and a version for when you have a mix of both. It doesn’t have to (And shouldn’t) just be: Army faces hoard, and bellows into them head on.

This can manifest in ways such as: Your antagonists anticipated facing powerful characters, and prepared accordingly. Perhaps they tamed large, hulking creatures from the deep, and placed them among their ranks to aid the hundreds of soldiers. The powerful characters must focus on them to succeed, while the mundane characters keep the armies busy. Or perhaps they managed to cast a large defensive spell that makes it hard for even the most powerful characters to enter, and the mundane must find creative, mechanical ways, like siege engines, to get past it.

Your antagonists trapped the protagonists, and now the soldiers must defend the casters for as long as they can while they pool their powers together. Encounter ends once the casters succeed in casting a very large, devastating spell that annihilates all enemies around them, or the soldiers fail to defend the casters, and must retreat.

Or perhaps it is just a generic battlefield scenario, and all you have are the mundane characters to appose them. The limit for this is truthfully the sky. Your imagination. BE CREATIVE WITH YOUR ENCOUNTERS!

You prepare accordingly, and you’ll be able to run an event where everyone is able to play their part, and their character to the fullest extent. The downsides to this obviously are the level of preparation you have to do in order to make a viable “Flex Raid” ... and obviously the complexity. But if you get used to doing this, it’ll become much easier than it sounds.

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All (Well Written) Characters have strengths and weaknesses. Even the most powerful ones. All characters are an aspect of the player’s creativity. Everyone knows that. You could have a really powerful archmage, but they have a crippling phobia of rats. That very same powerful archmage could also be a ritualist caster, meaning that their really powerful spells take time to cast, taking them out of some attack rounds. Without that time, they’re just a generic mage. Little things like that. Of course I’m describing my own character here, but in that situation, your other party members could very much help you out.

You enter a dungeon that’s infested with rats, and now the archmage is too shaken up to cast. In that situation, the spotlight would turn to the druid who’s able to talk to said rats and remove them from the scene, while one of the more soft-spoken characters work to snap the archmage out of it.

The warrior suddenly finds himself in the middle of an enemy tavern after failing at a stealth roll. At this point, the spotlight would shift to the bard and rogue who’d step in and form a charming distraction or convincing lie to make the patrons look the other way.

The party is asked to come up with battle plans for the impending war ahead but none have any idea how. All, save, for the warrior. He’s fought in wars before. Hell, he was once a general! He knows how to do this. The spotlight shifts to him as he lays his hands over the map and is very quickly able to find a choke point to slaughter the enemy from.

The party is surrounded by a hoard of encroaching goblins, and all seems lost. But at the last second, their draconic ally catches up to the rest of the group and bellows a large cyclone of flame onto the unsuspecting hoard. The spotlight then shifts to the dragon as the party now has an opening to escape their predicament.

Little things like that would help to make roleplay events far more dynamic, all inclusive, and fun for everyone involved. Powerful, OR mundane. Sharing the spotlight with everyone, gives everyone a chance to shine in one way or another. The downside to this one: Depending on the nature the groups you play with, this may require quite a bit of improvisation. But if you’re good at that? Well, what the hell is stopping you? XD

Creative Bosses

Ah yes. The Classic boss. The biggest, toughest, most badass motherfucker in the entire antagonist group. Perhaps even the one leading them all too. I mean, it is in their title right? “The Boss” Well, here’s the thing. MMOrpgs and turn based RPGs often execute them in a way that: “We need a bigger challenge? How do we do that... hmmm.. MORE HEALTH OF COURSE!” ... This, my friends, is a mistake. Especially when there’s much more powerful characters in the group you’re running with. Said characters would, “realistically” just melt through that ungodly amount of health.

All adding more health to a boss does is create conflict among a group, and prolong an event for far longer than it should be. Come on guys. We all have lives, we cant spend ten hours a week of it playing through an event that gets almost nowhere. Instead, what I’d suggest is to consider the following questions:

-“What makes this ‘boss’, the boss?”

-“What is happening to them that’s making them so impossibly powerful? Can it be stopped? How do you get around it?”

-“Does ‘power’ always have to mean magical ability?”

-“Do they utilize all the resources at their disposal? What’s stopping them form doing so if not?”

Considering these, and applying the answers to your “boss” makes them much more interesting and dynamic. It gives the players something to strive for, something to work together on as a group to figure out and take advantage of.

Your boss could just be a normal human war general, but who’s power come’s from his political influence and the men he has at his disposal. This makes the players strive to expose his corruption and unseat him from his political standing. The men at his disposal could also make it difficult to get to him as well. Get past those obstacles, and suddenly he just becomes a normal human that can be overpowered and arrested just like any other.

Your boss could also be a young, power-hungry elven sorcerer who’s only been studying for about a decade. But in that decade he somehow came across forbidden lore and is now attempting to conduct a ritual that makes him physically invincible. The players could find out about this and find him in the middle of this ritual. To stop the ritual and take away his invincibility, you can’t just cast a “Spellsteal”. The overwhelming power of such magic would tear anyone apart without proper anchoring. So to stop him, you have to destroy his ritual components and the magical crystals he’s siphoning from while he tries to stop you. The boss fight, at that point, would just be avoiding his attacks and his minions until you shatter all the crystals, and the ritual itself is the thing that destroy’s him. Not you.

Conclusion

Accounting for powerful characters, when done right, can be just as hard as it is fun and dynamic. All it requires is, if you’re willing to have a powerful character in the group, is to mold the event accordingly, and work to understand the strengths and weakness of each member. If they don’t show up then have a backup writ on hand for the non-powerful characters. It just takes a bit of care and consideration. I suppose the TL;DR to take away from all of this is: Be creative, consider the circumstances, and create rolls each character in your party has a chance to fulfill. That way nobody feels left out, or held back.

Thank you all so much for reading. As you can tell, I did a lot of thinking into this. I’m open to discussion, and questions should anybody have some. But overall, I feel I’ve said all I need. After all, the goal of this post wasn’t to tell you--step by step--how to account for a powerful character. Just ideas and suggestions to guide you on your way to greatness! ... Being over-dramatic of course XD. But yes. All of you, have a good day or night wherever you may be!

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hallowedhobi · 5 years ago

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A Little (Lot of) Glitter to Add to Your Sunshine

Yoongi/Hoseok

Rating: M

Warnings: Smut/Fluff

Length: 4k

It’s not every day that you fuck up badly enough to have accidentally doused the really hot guy next door in an ungodly amount of glitter. Hoseok, it seems, fucked up badly enough.

It was innocent enough, to begin with. Hoseok was helping Tae and Jimin paint their apartment, and of course, these assholes had to have glitter. Glitter. Of all things, they wanted glitter on their walls. He didn’t even know how they had the permission (or if they did at all) but he didn’t live there and he sure as hell wasn’t about to question it, he was only there to help. Oh, and of course Hoseok had to forget about the completely swoon-worthy neighbor that they had raved about for almost a week. That was, until he walked out of his apartment and Hoseok nearly dropped the bucket of primer he was carrying down the hallway. The red and white sweater he was wearing hung loosely off his frame ending right before the waistband of his skin-tight black jeans that hugged his ass in all the right places. Hoseok quickly picked his jaw up off the floor, hoping that the stranger didn’t notice his ogling. Or notice him at all. Maybe he’d make his way through the next few days without dying. He carried the primer back into their apartment and got to work.

Taehyung and Jimin are so lucky that Hoseok loved them as much as he did. Otherwise, they would be so dead right now. So, so dead. The guy actually hadn’t noticed Hoseok, at least not on his way out. Hoseok walked through the propped open door of the boys’ apartment to find them waiting for him, smirking as he gave them a questioning glance.

“What now? What have you done?” He asked, actually very terrified to know the answer. With those two, nothing is out of the realm of possibilities.

“What do you mean, what have we done, Hyung? We were wondering what you were doing,” Jimin replied, the smirk never leaving his face.

“We saw you finally got a glimpse of the neighbor,” Taehyung said. “A very long glimpse. You know if anyone were to see you they may have thought you were staring at his ass.”

“Yah!” Hoseok whisper-yelled. “Someone will hear you.”

“Oh, so you were,” Taehyung said with a giddy little laugh.

“I did not say that, Kim Taehyung,” Hoseok replied, ears turning as red as the strangers’ sweater.

Jimin turned to Taehyung, “Oh my god, he totally was.” Hoseok just groaned.

They worked for about a half hour, ending up with primer all over the, thankfully covered in plastic, floors before Hoseok heard his two dongsaengs sniggering at him again.

“Why don’t you go help him, hyung?” Jimin whispered, suddenly right next to him.

“Help who?” he asked, turning around to see the cute neighbor struggling to get his door unlocked with the amount of grocery bags he held in his hand. Hoseok just sighed in resignation, knowing he couldn’t just let the poor man suffer. He sat down his brush and headed over to the hallway.

“Hi…um…do you maybe, uh, need help with your bags?” Hoseok asked the stranger. The man turned around and Hoseok was kind of awestruck. This man was beautiful. He had sharp cheekbones and an even sharper jawline, but his eyes were soft and his lips, well his lips looked so plush and kissable that Hoseok found himself staring.

“Um, yeah if you wouldn’t mind,” The stranger said in a timid voice, “That’d be really nice.”

Hoseok snapped out of his trance and reached forward to grab one of the armfuls of bags the man was carrying. With the man finally able to unlock his door, he walked into the apartment, Hoseok trailing behind him.

“My name’s Hoseok by the way, Jung Hoseok. It’s nice to meet you,” he said, depositing his bags on the counter where the man had led him. The man turned around, offering a hand to Hoseok. He took it, and it was just as soft as the rest of him looked.

“Min Yoongi,” He said, a little more confident this time. “Thanks again for the help. I don’t know if I would have ever gotten the door open without having to set everything down.”

“It’s really no problem! I should get back to dumb and dumber before they destroy their apartment with paint, but I’ll see you around, Yoongi-ssi,” He said, glancing back toward the apartment he came from. He could have sworn he heard a mumbled “I sure hope so” come from Yoongi, but when he looked back to Yoongi, his face hadn’t changed.

“See you around, Hoseok-ssi.”

The next few days were normal as could be, seeing as they got the actual paint on the walls without killing each other, though there was not an absence of teasing Hoseok about his interactions with Yoongi. They saw each other in the hall, giving a polite wave and nice to see you again’s, Hoseok trying very hard not to stare as Yoongi walked past him away from the apartment doors. One of the nights Hoseok even helped him again. He was carrying what looked like music recording equipment and after Hoseok helped him get everything settled they sat on Yoongi’s couch and talked about their lives. Hoseok told him how he was a dancer and teacher at the studio downtown. Yoongi was a successful producer at a small company in the town over, but he was opening his own here so he didn’t have to commute every day. Hoseok decided after about two hours that he should leave and let Yoongi get some sleep, so he did, although a little reluctantly.

It was day five when tragedy struck. It was close to midnight and they had finally, finally, gotten all the fucking glitter on the stupid walls. He did have to admit, it looked better than what he thought it would, but clean up was a bitch. They eventually got most of the leftover glitter into one paint tray, and somehow Hoseok ended up being the one tasked with disposing of said glitter tray. It was late and Hoseok was tired, his eyes were drooping, and he just wanted to get back so he could crash in the guest bed. His one-track mind was most likely the reason he didn’t notice one Min Yoongi, equally as tired and eyes just as droopy, walking toward his own apartment. Both of them, however, noticed when they crashed into each other, the tiny evil sparkles flying everywhere, but mostly landing on Yoongi. Their heads snapped up, both fully awake and aware now, albeit in quite a bit of shock.

“Well fuck.” was all that Hoseok said at first, then snapping out of it, “Shit, oh my god, I am so sorry, Yoongi-ssi. Dammit, why is it always me?”

“Always you?” Yoongi asked a little indignantly. “I’m the one who just got a fuck ton of sparkly shit dumped on their head. And did you just call me Yoongi-ssi after smacking me with a tray of glitter? Pretty sure that could qualify for the use of Hyung.”

They looked at each other for a beat and then Hoseok burst out laughing, shortly followed by Yoongi.

“You know,” Hoseok managed in between chuckles, “at least it looks good on you.” He dissolved into another fit of laughter when Yoongi gave him an incredulous look.

“Let me at least go change my clothes and I’ll come help you clean up what we can,” Yoongi offered.

“Hyung, you really don’t have to, it was my fault,” he replied.

“It’s okay, consider it payback for helping me with my bags and equipment.”

“Okay, if you really want.” Yoongi then turned around to unlock his door, glitter still periodically falling from his hair. Today he donned a pair of tight-fitting athletic pants. Did everything he owned show his body off so well? It was driving Hoseok crazy.

“I can feel you staring at my ass.”

Hoseok sputtered and felt his neck and face flush pink.

“I…I was not staring at your ass.”

“Whatever you say, glitter boy.”

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It was nearing 1:30 am and the glitter had been cleaned up. Well, the glitter had been attempted to be cleaned up. It took the better part of an hour to gather what they could, especially with Yoongi on the floor in those pants that had Hoseok pausing to catch his breath every once in a while. Damn, Hoseok was usually better than this, but it was like the man was deliberately wiggling his ass in Hoseok’s face to tease him. Asking him to stare. Dammit. They eventually finished getting every malicious little speck possible. They were about to part ways, giving good nights when Hoseok tried to open the door to Glitter Land™. Locked. No way. He jiggled the doorknob again. Didn’t budge.

“Those fuckers!” He said, maybe a little too loudly for one-thirty in the morning. He turned his head to Yoongi who was watching from his door frame with mirth in his eyes. Hoseok glared.

“Not funny,” he grumbled. “They know I took the bus here, I don’t have a way home. Assholes. Never helping them again.” Yoongi just chuckled as Hoseok whipped out his phone to leave a rather large complaint with the two idiots. He saw two unread messages from Taehyung and Jimin.

Dumb: Have fun, Hyung. Hehehe.

Dumber: Be safe!!!! ;) ;)

“I swear I am going to murder them.”

“You know, you could just stay here. I have an extra bedroom, I wouldn’t mind.” Hoseok shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t.

“Really, Hyung? Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure, Hoseok.” Well, it was either take him up on the offer or sleep in the hallway.

“Okay. Alright. Thanks, Hyung.” Hoseok walked to the other’s apartment, at this point, just wanting to sleep. He trudged in behind Yoongi, who also seemed to be crashing. The door shut behind them and Yoongi started walking toward what Hoseok assumed was his room.

“Last door on the right is the bathroom, second on the left is the guest room. You already know where the kitchen is. Make yourself at home, sleep well, Hoseok.”

“Sleep well, hyung, thank you again.”

“It’s really my pleasure.” and with that, the door clicked shut and Hoseok ambled down the hall to the guest bed to hopefully get some semblance of rest.

The morning came with a knock on the bedroom door and the wafting scent of bacon and syrup. He sat up and stretched, feeling more rested than he should have, given the previous night. He opened the door to find Yoongi looking positively adorable, still ruffled from sleep.

“There’s some pancakes and bacon in the kitchen if you want. I hope you like them, I didn’t know what else to fix.” He looked a little shy, a stark difference from the snarky, confident Yoongi from the night before.

“That’s perfect, Hyung, but you really didn’t have to make me breakfast too. Thank you.”

They talked pleasantly over breakfast and Hoseok even helped Yoongi wash and dry the dishes, even flicking bubbles at him a couple times before dissolving into giggles. It all seemed so…domestic. Hoseok felt a pang in his chest at the thought. It was something he always wanted, but the right person never seemed to come around. Every man or woman Hoseok had dated was just not the one. He had learned quickly not to get his hopes up, but with Yoongi, he couldn’t help it. Yes, he’d only known him for a week, but there was just something, they just clicked. He had no clue if Yoongi felt it too, and he didn’t want to fuck this up this soon.

“Seok? You okay?” he heard Yoongi asking. He looked up, slightly startled.

“Yeah…yeah, sorry just lost in my thoughts for a second.” Yoongi threw his head back a little, laughing at Hoseok.

“Yeah I could see that,” he said. As Yoongi turned to fully face Hoseok, Hoseok caught a glimpse of something glimmering on Yoongi’s face right under his eye. Fucking glitter. It never went away. Satan’s true curse on the world. He chuckled at his own musings, taking a step forward and raising a hand to gently swipe under his eye. He realized much too late that he was much too close than was appropriate and he held Yoongi’s face much longer than necessary. He couldn’t bring himself to care when Yoongi spoke.

“Seok…” he breathed.

Fuck it.

He moved forward slowly, giving Yoongi the chance to back away, but when he didn’t, Hoseok slotted their lips together in possibly the sweetest kiss either of them had ever had. He brought his other hand up to properly cradle Yoongi’s face, swiping his thumbs along his cheekbones. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on Yoongi’s. They stared at each other for about six seconds before Yoongi spoke again.

“Fuck, Seok,” and he crashed their lips together again, any sweetness from before now long gone. Hoseok let his hands fall from Yoongi’s face to his waist and he pulled him closer, flush against his front. Yoongi groaned into Hoseok’s mouth before nipping at his bottom lip. Hoseok pulled away to kiss down Yoongi’s jaw and neck, backing up until his back was pressed to the counter. Yoongi put his hands on Hoseok’s arm and nudged at them a little until Hoseok got the hint and grabbed a handful of Yoongi’s ass. Yoongi’s hands flew to lock around Hoseok’s neck. Hoseok bit down on the spot right below Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi keened, pushing back into Hoseok’s hands. Hoseok squeezed a little before moving up to growl in Yoongi’s ear.

“I have wanted to touch this,” he said giving a tiny slap for emphasis, “since the first day I saw you in those sinful jeans.”

“So you were staring last night,” Yoongi said.

“Damn right.” He brought their mouths together again, wasting no time before swiping his tongue over Yoongi’s top lip. Yoongi opened up to him immediately, moaning low in his throat.

“God, Seok…” he choked, “bedroom, please…” Hoseok patted his thighs signaling for him to jump. He did and wrapped his legs around Hoseok’s waist, bringing their crotches together. They both let out a loud moan and he started walking them to Yoongi’s bedroom. He nudged the door open with his foot and walked to the bed, depositing Yoongi onto it before crawling up his body to mouth at a purple spot that was already forming at the base of his neck. Yoongi moved his hands up Hoseok’s back, catching the hem of the other’s shirt. “Off,” he said, tugging. Hoseok sat up and tugged the shirt over his head, Yoongi’s hands roaming his torso.

“You too, baby.” Yoongi let out a louder moan at that, surprising Hoseok.

“You like when I call you baby?” He asked, hands pulling Yoongi’s shirt above his head. Yoongi just whined a little and turned his head away from Hoseok, suddenly shy. “No need to be shy, baby. C’mere.” He pulled Yoongi up gently to kiss him again. As they kissed Yoongi finally let his hands wander lower over his body, finding lean muscle and dancer’s thighs. He moaned against Hoseok’s lips. He started to undo the buckle on the front of his pants.

“These off too. Now.” Yoongi was starting to get a little desperate. Hoseok was definitely taking his time.

“Okay, okay,” Hoseok chuckled, shucking his jeans, boxers with them. He kicked them off then ran his hands to Yoongi’s hips, coaxing them up off the bed so he could divest him of his pants and underwear as well. He crawled back up over Yoongi, kissing as much of his now exposed skin as he could.

“Wanna ride you, Seokie.” Hoseok choked when he heard that.

“God, baby. Okay, gotta get you ready first though. Don’t wanna hurt you.” Hoseok trailed down his body, nipping and sucking as he went. “Lube, baby, I need lube,” he murmured into the soft skin of his thighs.

“Over- god, Seok, over by the lamp.”

Hoseok retrieved the lube and came back to the bed, laying the bottle next to Yoongi’s legs. He pushed his legs up and kissed down them to the place where his thighs met his ass. Yoongi whined and his legs flailed a little, like they couldn’t decide whether they wanted to close around Hoseok’s head or fall open wider. He threw his head back into the pillows in surprise when he felt Hoseok’s tongue lick a wide strip over his now-exposed hole. Hoseok grabbed Yoongi’s hands and guided them to his hair. Yoongi grabbed strands and pulled experimentally and when Hoseok moaned low in his throat he pulled a little harder. Yoongi felt Hoseok prodding at his entrance before the muscles finally relaxed and Hoseok slipped his tongue inside. He cried out, tugging hard at the hair between his fingers. Hoseok hummed, sending vibrations up Yoongi’s body. He suddenly felt something cold and wet and realized that at some point Hoseok had nicked the lube from where it was sitting. He groaned loudly when Hoseok slipped a finger in beside his tongue. Hoseok fell into a rhythm that Yoongi felt would drive him insane. He whined, tugging on Hoseok’s hair and rocking back on his fingers. He took the hint and added a second finger, curling upwards to find the spot that would make Yoongi see fireworks. Yoongi was getting impatient, and Hoseok knew it. Hoseok went to add a third finger, but before he could, Yoongi pushed him back against the headboard and straddled his thighs, more confident than Hoseok had seen him all morning.

“I’m ready, Seok. Gonna ride you now.”

“Jesus…fuck. Okay, Yoongs. Condom?” He questioned.

“I’m clean, don’t want one,” he said, “If that’s okay.”

“‘m clean too, dammit get down here,” Hoseok replied, yanking Yoongi down to meet him.

“I…I like it when they come in me…” Yoongi whispered timidly against Hoseok’s mouth before lining himself up and sinking down on Hoseok’s length.

“Oh, fuck Yoongi, you can’t just say that, holy shit.” Yoongi just rocked his hips forward. Hoseok threw his head back in ecstasy, hands finding their way to grip Yoongi’s hips. Yoongi started to bounce on his lap, feeling Hoseok inside him in all the right places. Hoseok wasn’t especially thick, but he was long and curved and was hitting Yoongi’s prostate with every movement. Hoseok could tell that neither of them were going to last very long. With Yoongi making sinful noises and moving Hoseok couldn’t help himself and started meeting Yoongi thrust for thrust. The only sounds echoing through the apartment was the sound of skin on skin and their labored breathing. Hoseok moved one of his hands down to grope at Yoongi’s ass. He rocked himself back further on Hoseok’s cock. He mouthed at Hoseok’s jaw, mumbling into his skin.

“‘m gonna come, Seok.”

“Is that right, baby? You gonna come just from my cock? Can you do that, Yoongs?”

“Yeah- oh god, please Seokie.” Hoseok let his hand travel up to Yoongi’s hair and pulled. Yoongi whimpered and Hoseok leaned forward and mouthed over a nipple, catching his teeth on it and tugged lightly. That was all it took to send Yoongi over the edge and make him come onto his and Hoseok’s stomachs. Hoseok felt him tighten around him and all it took was a half dozen thrusts until he pushed as far into Yoongi as he could get and let go, filling him to the brim. He continued to thrust through his orgasm. Yoongi let out a soft moan, drawing Hoseok close to him, kissing him gently. When they both had come down, Hoseok softly lifted Yoongi off of him, both of them groaning, still sensitive. He rolled off the bed unceremoniously and dragged himself to the bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean them both. He fell back into the bed and gingerly ran the cloth over Yoongi’s still heated skin. Yoongi whined and grabbed Hoseok, pulling him down to lay with him again. Hoseok faced him and wrapped his arms around him holding him like he was afraid he would disappear.

“Hey, Yoongi Hyung?”

“You just had your dick up my ass, don’t call me hyung,” He said, laughing and flicking Hoseok when he punched his arm lightly.

“Anyway,” Hoseok said glaring playfully at Yoongi, “You know that I really like you right?” he asked. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. So, would you maybe want to go to dinner with me tomorrow?”

“Like a date?” he replied.

“I just had my dick up your ass,” he mocked, “Yes, like a date. Duh.”

Yoongi just stared at Hoseok with mirth in his eyes until Hoseok started to look slightly terrified.

“Uh, I’m sorry if tha–” Yoongi cut him off, kissing him square on the mouth.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Hoseok,” Yoongi said, kissing Hoseok again, softer this time.

“I’m really glad I met you, Hoseok.”

“I’m really glad I met you too.”

Their moment was interrupted by Yoongi’s phone ringing. Hoseok groaned, but Yoongi didn’t move.

“You not gonna answer it? It’s probably your studio.”

“Eh, they can wait. I have something much better right here.”

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prettylex · 5 years ago

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All You’ve Got To Do Is Reach Out For It (SL with @LeavingMyMarck)

Levi: -It had been a long time since I’d found myself sitting at the window of an airplane, much less a private jet staring at the tops of the clouds as they passed by. Lexi and I had been through a lot in the past two years and several odd months, but it had struck me a few weeks ago that the two of us hadn’t had the opportunity to take a trip together in the entire time that we’d been married. Every single day of our lives together had been spent in Las Vegas, and it had been such a contrast to the rest of my life where I’d had a hard time staying put in one place for more than a few weeks without wanting to travel.

Lexi and Lizzie had been the reason for that. With the two of them, I’d have been happy anywhere on earth for any amount of time. However, Lexi had a lot on her plate. She was a mom, a business owner, my wife, and everything that came along with all of that. Now, with things moving on well with Ashlee managing the club, Lizzie being a toddler, and the two of us having things going as smoothly as possible, I could figure out a way to get her out of Vegas.

I knew she had a passport. It was something the two of us had discussed at one point or another during our relationship. I could easily have taken her several places. I had a home in Spain. I knew a lot of other places in Europe and Asia where I could have whisked her off for a visit, but for some reason, the place I most wanted to show her was where everything began.

I’d been born in England, even though I’d spent much of my life traveling around with my parents from university to university and much of my adult life flying to whatever country struck my fancy next. Back in those days, it had made sense for me to buy a jet, though I’d had no occasion to use it during the last couple of years. It was still at my disposal in storage at McCarran International Airport. All it took to get things into motion were a few quick calls to arrange for a pilot and to make sure Ashlee was going to be able to handle things on her own while we were away and to arrange for Lizzie to spend her nights with August and Ashlee after spending her days in the daycare at the club as she was accustomed to.

Once everything was set into place, I took it upon myself to pack for Lexi since I’d decided I wanted to surprise her with the destination. The weather in England was wildly variable at this point of the year. The danger of rain was present every single day, no matter what point of the year we arrived, but in the late winter and early spring, the temperature was going to be unpredictable at best. That meant, I was going to have to make sure she was prepared for whatever weather was coming as well as whatever situation our trip might find us in. At a minimum, we were going to the manor that had been in my family for the last ungodly amount of years. I also planned to take her around the area and to London and show her the city that was closest to my home. All that had been left to do was to surprise her with the fact that I was taking her on a trip.

We hadn’t gotten a honeymoon. It wasn’t something to regret. It was just a matter of the circumstances that we’d gotten married under. Everything had been fast. It had all been a surprise and the best one of my life at that. I wanted to spend a week or so with just her, just the two of us with nothing else to get in the way. She was at my side on the couch, glancing out the window every so often, though I could tell she was nervous about where we were going, especially since it was a ten-hour flight between Vegas and London. I reached out to slide my arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer to me as I stole a kiss from my wife’s lips. We were due to land soon. The ocean had melted into land, and I knew from the ground below that we were drawing closer to the city, though I didn’t know if Lexi was going to know where we were until we’d arrived. The jet was already starting to come down out of the air and draw closer to what must have been the airport approaching below us.

Leaning in to whisper close to her ear as I let my lips drift over her bare skin I paused to make sure she knew the most important fact about everything that had happened between the two of us.- I love you, Darling Girl.

Lexis: {I was nervous. To say the least. I wasn’t sure how to handle Levi telling me we were going on a trip. It made every nervous tick inside my body want to go insane. Getting on a plane with no destination had been an experience. At least, I didn’t know the destination. I shouldn’t have been surprised when we pulled up to the private terminal. I knew all about Levi’s life before I came into it. He had spent most of it travelling the world. And I knew he had more money than I could comprehend. Of course, he had to have a plane.

And I had had ten hours to think about the multitude of issues I was having. And I tried to keep the insecurity from coming out. Anything and everything that had happened on this plane was before me. It was a mantra that kept running through my head. I had to keep it going through my head or else I was going to go insane. I just had to remind myself that things were different now. Especially now that our daughter was in the picture.

It was hard to believe that she was almost two. It had been a small surprise to see her grow up. She was a tiny version of me. It was something her father loved. It was the one thing he had been hoping for from the moment she was born. He wanted her to look like her mother. But it was her voice that I was in love with. All the time she spent around her father meant that she had absolutely picked up on his accent. I was a little concerned that she would have a blend of a British and American accent, but it seemed like she was determined to sound like her Daddy.

But leaving her for a week was stressful. I knew Ashlee could take care of her. She wasn’t going to disrupt her schedule too much. When Ash was in the club, Lizzie would be down in the day care. At night, Lizzie would be spoiled by Ashlee and August. They were a pair like Levi and I. But it was how I knew those two would work.

But as we finally came close to our destination, I felt myself lean into Levi a bit. The softly whispered words of love and Darling Girl made me realize that this was going to be okay. I was still his wife and nothing had changed. But I felt my eyes go wide as a clear view of London started to appear below us. I had almost expected us to go to Spain. It was the house Levi talked about most often. I didn’t even know he had a place in London. But it was something I wanted to see more than anything.} You brought me to London? You’re taking me to your house in London? Like where you got your accent from and everything?

Levi: -I laughed softly at the response. I hadn’t known if she’d recognize London right away, though it had more than its fair share of landmarks that could be used to identify the city. I knew what a fan she was of my accent. She loved even more that our daughter was picking it up with the words that she’d first started to babble and then began to string together into sentences and thoughts. It made sense because of how much time the two of us spent together, even though her mother was around just as much. It just amused me that she was so excited to see the place where I’d earned it.

I couldn’t help smiling, though I refused to take my lips off her skin for even a moment. I did move to give her a chance to see out of the window. I’d been here before, spent vast swaths of my life here and nearby, but there was something absolutely intoxicating about being able to share it with my wife for the first time. The thought alone of bringing my wife anywhere was something I’d never thought I’d been able to say, because I was fairly certain I was going to be living my life alone. At least that was until she walked into my line of vision at the club. She was the one thing that changed my entire world into something I’d never could have imagined for myself. It was absolutely intoxicating to be able to bring her here.-

Well, we’re landing in London since that’s the closest airport, but we’re headed to my house just outside of the city, as a matter of fact. Though it’s not too far from the city, so we can always come in to shop or have dinner if you get tired of the country.

-I knew I was babbling a little, but I was nervous about how she was going to react to fully understanding the news of where we were going.-

Lexis: {I felt myself stiffen as Levi said we were going to London because it was the closest airport. I had the strongest feeling I wasn’t going to react well to where we were going. Because I knew how Levi was raised. I knew he was a trust fund baby. Which meant the probability of him growing up in a bigger house was strong. And the moment he said we were going to the country, I knew the truth.

I wasn’t entirely sure how to react, though. This was something I hadn’t thought about. I should have, though. Levi was an only child. Who else would own the house he had grown up in? There was no one else. The thought made me a little sad, though. Levi was really the only one left in his family. And I didn’t know anything about mine. It made me start to feel disconnected from everything. The feeling of floating almost. But as the plane touched down, I felt myself start to shake. I wasn’t entirely sure if I could handle this.

I took a small breath to try and gather my composure before I was standing off to the side while Levi gathered our bags. I hadn’t known where we were going, so I didn’t pack anything other than my essentials. Levi had said he would handle it. My voice started to shake as I stepped off the plane.} We’re going back to the house you grew up in? You brought me back to your home?

Levi: -I knew from watching the way she moved that things were starting to get to be too much for Lexis, and I was sorry for springing the surprise on her the way I had. I figured I owed her an explanation for all of this. It was a quick matter of getting our bags delivered to the car that was supposed to be waiting for us. The driver from the estate had come out to pick us up himself, which was going to be an entire other thing I was going to have to explain to Lexis as this week unfolded. I was nervous and a little embarrassed about everything she was going to see.

I’d grown up with money. I had it still, probably more than I was ever going to be able to spend in my entire life. It meant that I was free to do whatever I pleased with my time. It was the reason I was able to be in Las Vegas to begin with, the reason I was able to meet Lexi. But it was also the thing that made me different. Parts of me wanted to be like everyone else, and I definitely didn’t want my wife to be intimidated by any of what was about to happen. What I did want was to share at least some part of my life before her with her.

I walked over to my wife, sliding an arm around her to pull her into my side. - The car is ready for us. Thank you for coming with me. I thought we’d have a honeymoon since the two of us never got a chance to get away together when we were married.

Lexis: You can blame your little Bunny for that, Levi. {The only thing I could do was shake my head. I wasn’t sure what I was walking into here. This was a different world. And it reminded me that we had come from two very different upbringings. I had nothing while Levi had the chance to have everything. I could have resented him for that fact once the two of us finally had the chance to talk after our marriage.

But now was a different story. This was the man that loved me in spite of the crippling OCD I struggled with daily. He was the perfect father to our daughter. He knew what he wanted in life, and he was taking it. While it was slightly intimidating, I couldn’t have been prouder of who my husband was. And I knew this trip wasn’t about flaunting what he had grown up with in my face. It was about showing me something from his past. He wanted to show me his life, even if I didn’t have that to show him.

As I settled into the car, I tried to stop my hands from shaking. It was going to be a lot, though. There was no denying that. As much as I wanted to ignore everything that was going on around me, I still needed to be prepared for what I was walking into. And Levi knew that I was going to have questions. I always did.} I know it’s different. I know it’s not what I’m expecting. But to be fair, I am always going to feel intimidated by what you have. Even if I know that I could have it, too. Just knowing you’ve always had it is a little strange for me.

Levi: -I could understand the culture shock that Lexi would be going through. It was still a bit of a shock for me transition into this life when I left other places. It was different, and it might have been something that I’d grown up with for most of my childhood, but that didn’t make it any less of a transition. I just hoped that it wasn’t going to be too much for her. I always had the house in Spain as a backup plan if she decided this wasn’t her proverbial cup of tea.

Part of me wanted to correct her for thinking that she could have it too, when in reality, everything that I had was hers, even if she didn’t ask for it. But I knew what she meant. All she would have had to do was say the word, and I’d have moved mountains to make sure Lexi got whatever she wanted. She knew that was true. I just wanted to show her that part of my life, and to include her in it as much as I possibly could.

I could see her hands shaking as we pulled out of the airport and into the busy London streets. Traffic could be bad here during the day, but it was a quick enough trip to get out of the city. Most of the people who lived here didn’t even own cars and wound up walking or taking public transport everywhere that they went. Only those who wound up leaving the city for business or pleasure even bothered with trying to drive. The house was far too far to walk and just outside of the reach of any of the trains or buses that moved around the city, so a car was the only option to get there. Besides, it gave me a chance to have her to myself for a moment before we got there.

I reached out, threading my fingers between Lexi’s to still the shaking before I kissed the palm of her hand.-

Love, if any of this is too much or doesn’t feel right you just have to say the word and we can make something else happen. I just wanted you to have every part of me. You already have it even if you don’t realize. Maybe I’m just trying to show you that.

Lexis: {I knew what he was telling me. I was as part of his life as he was mine. Everything I had worked for was his. It was never going to stop being mine, but it was going to be his just as much as it was mine. And I needed to come to terms with the idea that he had houses all over the world. Although, to be fair, this wasn’t just his home. This was his childhood home. If I wanted to know anything about him as a child, this was going to be the place that I learned it. I just needed to get used to the fact that this was what he was born into.

I knew we had a bit before we got to the house. If I knew anything, I knew that Levi grew up outside of the city. As much as I wanted to believe that he was a city boy, he really wasn’t. He was so much more content with open space. It was why I knew to buy him the bike I had gotten him for Christmas. But there were times I double guessed myself. I always wondered if this was the place I was supposed to be. But then I realized that I was just as much at a loss as he was. And we were made for each other. It was the only way that our relationship worked.

I could only relax into the seat of the car as I tried to gather my thoughts. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was supposed to do with him sometimes. I didn’t know how to accept the fact that he had all of this. And I knew that if I just opened my mouth to talk to him, he’d reassure me of all of it. I just needed to be brave enough to have that conversation with him. And if I didn’t say anything, I was just going to drown in a pool of self doubt.}

I know that, Levi. I know it just as much as I know that Lizzie is your daughter. But that doesn’t exactly make it easy for me to handle. You know me better than I know myself most days. And sometimes I wonder if I have actually given you everything you have given me. I mean, yes. I gave you a reason to stay in one place at a time. But I also haven’t been able to give you much about my past. I don’t have places like this. I can’t show you where I grew up simply because those places don’t exist for me. I mean, I’m sure I could go buy those houses. But at the same time, they are from a point in my life that I don’t want to go back to. And I don’t want you to run because I can’t or won’t show you those parts of myself. So I’m just scared of you wanting me to show you that part of me.

Levi: -I gently rested my fingers under my wife’s chin. I wanted her to look at me when I spoke to her because I needed her to know this before we turned into the drive that led back towards the house I spent a good deal of my childhood in. I knew hers hadn’t been idyllic. It was a part of her life that she didn’t want to go back to or even think about. And I understood that, even if it wasn’t the experience I’d had.-

Love, I’m here for the future, not the past, and as for you giving me as much as I’ve given you, well, you’ve gone above and beyond that. You didn’t have to marry me. You didn’t have to give me Lizzie or anything else. You gave me a life I wasn’t even insightful enough to see for myself until you were sitting across from me. So don’t worry about the past.

-I knew where we were in our trip from rote memory and of course now was the moment the house fully came into sight. It was easy to forget how large it was or how old when I wasn’t thinking about it. I just wasn’t sure how much being here was going to change Lexi’s impression of who she had married. I could see the slightly shocked expression on her face as we pulled down the drive-

Just promise not to think I’m an entirely spoiled rich kid from now on.

Lexis: {There was a lot I could say to him about that last statement. I knew who he was. I knew the man I had married. And that man was anything but spoiled. I still wasn’t back to the club full time. I’d come in from time to time if I was feeling up to it, but I spent most of my time with Lizzie in the nursery. Levi didn’t begrudge me of that. I had taught him how to run my club without any issues. And he was amazing at it. He worked hard for what I had built. He knew my club and the girls meant everything to me. He wasn’t going to let it fall apart because I wanted to be a mother.

It reminded me of how we were raising Lizzie. She was going to have the same opportunities her father had when he was growing up. But we both agreed that she was never going to be a spoiled rich kid. While she had opportunities, she was going to be raised the way I would have been raised. She needed to understand that she wasn’t going to be able to have whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it. Knowing we were on the same page in regards to raising her meant everything to me. Nothing had turned into a fight so far. And it was a blessing.

But I was still in shock as we pulled up to what Levi called a house. It wasn’t a house. It was a mansion. What we lived in back in Las Vegas was a house. This was so much bigger. I felt my heart drop to my stomach for a second. This was exactly what I had been expecting when Levi had told me he grew up in a place with nannies and servants. That just wasn’t the lifestyle I was used to. And I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle it once we were inside.}

These are the same people who have seen you grow up? They’ve known you for longer than I have. And they’re going to hate me because I’m just a 26 year old woman who conned a 41 year old man into marrying her and having a kid with her. Just so she could have his money. They’re going to want me gone.

Levi: -The car came to a stop out front, though I wasn’t going to force Lexi to get out of it before she was ready. I knew she was going to be nervous walking into this, but I didn’t think she’d be prepared for what anything was really like in there. Most of the time I wouldn’t have given a second thought to what anyone thought about my relationship with Lexis. She and I were beyond what some people could wrap their heads around, but she was far from a gold digger.-

Love, it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks, though I think you might be surprised. The staff here aren’t my parents. They might have had something negative to say about any and everything I did that they didn’t have a direct hand in. The staff is another story. The one’s who have been here since I was a child would be happy to see me doing something that made me happy.

Besides, I’m sure everyone is going to think that I’m a lecherous old man with a beautiful young wife that is so far out of my league.

-I brought her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss into the back of it as I drew myself in closer.-

We don’t have to get out of the car until you’re ready to go inside, Bunny.

Lexis: {A new wave of panic coursed through my veins as he called me Bunny. I knew it wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. Normally, Bunny was a term that gave me the space to think. But I wasn’t entirely sure how the staff here was going to react to me walking around the house calling Levi Sir. And that was the only response allowed when he called me Bunny.

But it was also a reminder that I could ask for boundaries and rules if I needed them. And if it was the best thing to keep me from spiraling into a mess, he was going to give me what I needed until we knew things were going to be okay.

Choking back the hysterical laughter that wanted to bubble out, I couldn’t stop the most ridiculous of all the questions to pop from my lips. I knew the answer, of course. But I also knew that I needed to hear it. I needed to know for some ungodly reason.} You don’t have a playroom here, right? The staff has no idea you like to tie girls up and hang them from the ceiling before fucking them until they can’t see straight, right.

{I could see by the look on his face that he wasn’t expecting that question. But it was the low rumble of Lexis that made me realize I had made a mistake in cursing. It was one of Levi’s weird rules. If I was just in my normal headspace, he thought it was endearing. But the moment I stepped into Bunny, all forms of curses needed to be wiped from my vocabulary unless Sir had given me permission to be free with the words.}

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. But I need to know if I’m the only girl that has ever been here. As your wife and your submissive. It’s a weird hang up. I am aware. But you know how I am. And you know how I feel. Even if we’ve been married for years. I’m still not sure of my place in your world.

Levi: -I decided to let go of the fact that she’d cursed. I didn’t know why it had bothered me in that moment other than the fact that I’d just referred to her as Bunny. We weren’t in the playroom, and the truth was that I didn’t have one here. I’d been back from time to time, though I never spent any extended amount of time here since I’d left to go to university.

I also knew that it was important to her that certain parts of my life had belonged solely to her. I hadn’t given this part of me to anyone before now, and I had no problem telling her as much-

You’re the only person I’ve ever brought here in my entire life, Love. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to share this part of me with, just like you’re the only one who I ever wanted to be a permanent part in my life. That’s why we’re here. Though, I’ll reassure you all that you might need to make sure you know it.

-We’d started things so suddenly when we had met. Both of us still needed some time to adjust to things from time to time. It was something I understood better than most people would have. She was my wife, though, no matter what else might happen between the two of us. That meant more to me than any other connection I’d had with anyone else on earth besides my own daughter.-

Lexi: {I let out the breath of air as Levi told me I was the only person he had ever brought home. And that brought up a new round of questions. But they didn’t matter. This house was just for me. It was the one place he held closest to his chest. I knew that. This place was different than the house in Spain. I still hadn’t been there, but this was more special. This house was more than that.

As I looked out from the car, I had a sudden vision of Lizzie running around the yards with Whisper and Rebel on her heels. This was a place we could raise her. She could learn here and grow here in a different way than she could in Vegas. It wasn’t Levi’s intention, but I knew the truth. This could be a place for our daughter.

I felt the tear slide down my cheek as I started to get choked up. There was a lot going through my head about this place. Despite every feeling of inadequacy I was feeling, I knew the truth. This place was perfect. It was exactly who Levi was. And it was a matter of learning that side of my husband.} We should have brought your little Bunny. She would have been in heaven here. And the dogs. They’d have the space to just run and get their energy out. We need to come back with them, Levi. Soon.

Levi: -I reached up, running my thumb across Lexi’s cheek to wipe away the tear that had started to drift down from the corner of her eye. I realized she was going through a lot of emotions at the moment, and I was going to let her go through whatever she needed. She was right about the fact that this place was perfect for Lizzie and for the dogs. I had every intention of bringing them here as soon as we could. I had just wanted this week for Lexi and myself.

I leaned in closer and brushed a kiss across her lips-

We can bring them here any time you’d like. All you have to do is say the word. I just thought the two of us could use a chance to get away from everything and have some time alone for now.

-My hand remained on her jawline, my thumb rubbing lightly along the line of her cheekbone for now. I loved Lexi more than I could put into words. I just hoped I could show her while we were here how much she meant to me.-

Lexi: {There was something about the way he was touching me. He was cherishing me. I knew what was going through his mind. He was at a loss for words. He wanted to tell me how much I meant to him, how much he loved me. We were the same person in that regard. We both knew it was a miracle we had found each other. It was a gift we both cherished. And putting that into words was not the easiest thing to do.

But I knew the only thing I could do to show him how much he meant to me. He was the only man I was ever going to give my heart to. He was the only person I was ever going to have a child with. He was the only person that I would share myself with. And that was something he needed to know.

I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in closer to him and taking another kiss from his lips. This was a little different from the kiss he had given me. While his was soft and almost innocent, mine was just a touch more heated. It was a sign to him about what I wanted. And in the moment, I wanted nothing other than him. I needed to feel him. I needed to be reminded that I was his and he was mine.}

Levi: -I couldn’t help letting out the soft growl that boiled up in my throat when she deepened the kiss between us. My hands went to her waist to pull her into my lap and settle her in place. I didn’t care about what was going on in the rest of the world for that moment, just the fact that she was in my arms. I was just going to let this happen for a moment, though I had every intention to drag her into the house and up to my bed as soon as I could. I just wasn’t going to interrupt this unless I had to.

My fingers curled around her waist, holding her as close as I could. It was good to have her this close, but I wanted more. I wanted all of her that I could get, and judging from the way her body pressed hungrily into mine, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I didn’t want to break the kiss between us, but as soon as one of us pulled away to take a short inhale I murmured against her lips-

Mrs. Marck, I think I need to get you upstairs and into bed as soon as possible.

Lexi: {I understood the moment he said we needed to get into a bed. Levi was possessive of me. And it was something that turned me on to no end. But he was not an exhibitionist. There was no way he was going to sleep with me if there was any way someone could see us. I had figured that out the few times I had tried to seduce him in my office. He would just shake his head before spanking me and telling me to take care of our daughter.

But he was right. We needed to get into a bed as fast as possible. I needed him in a way I hadn’t needed him in a very long time. But that was the thing with the two of us. There was always a hunger for the other. Our nights were spent wrapped up in each other, expressing what words couldn’t. As Levi opened the door to the car, I slipped from his lap and adjusted my skirt. I had wanted to make a good impression with the people I was going to be meeting today. They were the people Levi considered his family. But that was going to have to wait.

But it struck me as he climbed out of the car just how handsome he was. He was comfortable in his clothes. Jeans, and a button up under a sweater. Something he didn’t wear for anyone other than me. I couldn’t stop the grin and giggle that slipped from my lips as Levi swept me up into his arms and pressed another kiss to my lips.} Please, Mr. Marck?

Levi: -I could only grin against her lips, reluctantly letting her go to grab her hand and lead her through the doors of the house. I wasn’t worried about the bags. Those would be brought in before the two of us even realized what was going on. Right now, I had one focus. I needed to remind her how much I loved her. I threaded my fingers between hers, joining our hands, though I didn’t want to remove my other arm from around her waist for the moment. Pressing another long kiss to her lips, I leaned down to lift her off her feet and scoop her up into my arms.-

Come on, Love. I’ve got a few things to show you.

-I knew my way around the house well enough to navigate my way up to the room that had always been mine in the house. I’d called ahead days ago to make sure everything was going to be ready, and I wasn’t disappointed when I finally got the both of us through the door. Somehow, on our entire path through the foyer, up the stairs, and down the hall, we hadn’t managed to run into anyone, but if I knew the staff around here, that was on purpose. We weren’t going to see any of them until we wanted to.

It was a simple enough matter to lower her onto the bed without even breaking the kiss I’d landed on her lips the moment I closed the door behind us.-

Lexis: {I wasn’t sure what it was about being here. But I felt more connected to Levi than I ever had. It was like we were finally putting the entire puzzle together. And being in this house was going to give me more answers to questions that were always on the tip of my tongue. But those questions were driven away the moment we were locked away in a room.

Levi knew how to pull my focus away from what was going on around me. And this was exactly when I needed to feel. I needed to feel the way his hands felt along my body. I was extremely happy with the decision to wear a skirt for the flight. It gave Levi access to my skin faster than if I had been wearing pants, like I almost had. And with every touch of his fingers against my legs, I felt what he was always trying to tell me. He was telling me that I was it for him. There was never going to be another person in this world that he would want the way he wanted me. And it was the same for me.

I couldn’t stop the soft moans that slipped through my lips as I tried to take a breath. But the way Levi slowly moved his hands from my legs to my sides made every intention he had evident. His hands worked the top I had been wearing off, leaving me in a barely there bra that barely held my chest in. It was the look in his eyes that made me grin. I could only watch as he took in every inch of me. The soft growl that filled the room was a turn on. And it was with a soft gasp as Levi leaned back down to nibble on my skin that I finally let myself go completely.}

Levi: -Lexi was intoxicating every time that I got to see her, even when it was just her curled up on the couch with a dog half in her lap, but there was something about her being here in my old bedroom and stretched out across my bed that was something else entirely. There hadn’t been another person in this room with me since I was a teenager, and even then it hadn’t been a girl, much less a woman who I had any kind of feelings for. She was everything to me, and right now, seeing her stretched out underneath me was too great a temptation to bear.

There was no way I was going to be able to keep my hands or my lips off of her. Dragging my lips and teeth along the curves of her body, I took my time in exploring her, almost as if it were the first time I’d gotten to experience her like this. Maybe it was. There was something about having her here in this room that had been such an integral part of my childhood and growing up. She was a part of everything for me, and there had never been anyone else that could have fit into every single one of those niches for me.

My hands were quick to divest Lexis of even the last remnants of the clothing that she still had on. My own followed, leaving a heap of forgotten fabric on the floor before I dove back in running a hungry line of kisses up along the line of her leg and thigh towards her pussy as I enjoyed the sight and feeling of her writhing beneath my attentions. I wasn’t ever going to be able to get enough of Lexis. I didn’t know if she understood how much of a drug she could be to me at times, and I was constantly craving my next hit of her in whatever way I could get it, whether that meant simply having her curled into my side while we did something as simple as watching a movie together or something like this. I was hers as much as she was mine, and I intended to show her that in whatever way I could manage.-

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Bad News Bateson

Harry was trembling. The mixture of fury and fear pumped through his body, pulsed with each throb of his heart. His fingers gripped the steering wheel, but his hands quaked. His car stood still.

He started punching away at the dashboard and the steering wheel, unleashing the pent-up rage that boiled inside his blood. One punch went astray and hit the center of his steering wheel—his car horn honked, which startled him and made his body freeze up. Cold sweat and the stink of fear erupted from his pores.

Piercing blue eyes darted to and fro and he craned his neck back and forth to scan his surroundings. Reason said that there was nobody nearby in this part of the city, in the middle of an industrial environment, under a bridge with a decent amount of traffic, even in the dead of night. But Harry’s reason had flown out of the window a few minutes ago.

He needed to figure out what had gone wrong—and fast. His life was on the line.

The taste of bile and vomit lingered in his mouth. He still felt like throwing up, but had fought back the urge mere minutes ago. He swallowed in a futile effort of pushing the foul flavor back down. After taking three deep breaths in an attempt to get a hold of himself, he got out of the driver’s seat and walked around the car to the trunk.

He stood there, staring at the closed trunk and hesitating to open it again after what he had seen. The despair had taken such deep root in his heart that he wished that a different sight would welcome him when he opened that trunk again.

He wished nothing more than having been mistaken, but he knew there was no mistaking this. Not putting it off any longer, he unlocked the trunk and opened the lid.

The mangled corpse wrapped in plastic was still there. Some random stranger snatched off the street, with spatters of blood held in neatly on the inside of several layers of semi-transparent foil.

The trembling started again. The hand holding up the trunk lid transmitted the quaking, making the whole thing shake. Harry’s fingers clawed into it with such force that one of his fingernails began to bleed, but he did not notice that. Because there was a corpse in the trunk.

And the other one was missing.

He shut the trunk again and paced up and down, oblivious to the police sirens in the distance that had nothing to do with him but would have made him nervous on any other night. He paced back and forth, uttering series upon series of profanities as he tried to retrace each step he had made that entire night. He had to figure out where it had gone wrong. He needed to find that second body.

His boss, Miss Bateson, wanted not one, but two. Failing at his job in his line of work meant bad things would happen. Some of the other wiseguys who worked for Bateson had disappeared before and word had it they had failed in their tasks in some way.

Although he did not know for sure what had happened to them and rumors never got too explicit about it, Harry was no nice guy—he knew that it could not be anything good. They certainly did not win the lottery and go to Disneyland.

Worst case, he was going to be the replacement for the second body. Scratch that, he thought. If he did not show up at all, it would be even worse. He was never quite sure who this Bateson really was, but she was bad news. Came out of nowhere, took over some turf, usurped one of the local gangs, moved in and just absorbed some crooks like Harry in the process. Instead of choosing loyalty to his old crew, he seized the opportunity to follow the new big boss in his neck of the woods.

Whoever she was, he suspected Eastern European mafia or something. She had the according thick accent, weird habits, and a bunch of well-clothed knuckleheads for bodyguards.

Big money, ruthless criminals. The kind that removes your kidney and then sells you off into snuff movie production or some weird sex dungeon that you never return from. Harry knew none of that for sure, but his imagination ran wild with all sorts of horrifying scenarios that might be inflicted upon him.

None of it mattered. Where the hell did the other body go? Who the hell steals a body from a trunk? And barring that, how the hell did he lose the body? None of it made sense.

Going to the cops and turning himself in was not an option. Although he knew no specifics, he knew for sure that Bateson had people on the police payroll and at least one contact running a prison. But he was so far out of his mind right now that he seriously followed that train of thought, something he would have never even considered back in his racketeering days before he had started working for Bateson.

He could try running and hiding. He wanted to try that, but then he would have to dispose of the body. Swiveling around, he looked over to the river and weighed his options. Short-term, he could dump the body in the drink and bounce town. That option looked more and more attractive by the minute.

But some nagging voice in the back of his head told him that he would end up looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life, and his boss would appreciate his loyalty and give him a shot at making it up to her if he owned up to his failure.

He ran a hand over his balding head, smearing the sweat and slicking his hair back like that. He took a few more deep breaths. Then he returned behind the wheel and collected his thoughts.

Getting another body would be easy, but he was on a schedule. He had to deliver this one first. Harry would suck up to the boss. It was the only sane thing to do.

The rest of his drive passed in a blur. All the streetlights and car lights flying by. The goons in black suits with earpieces at the edge of the Bateson residence, and driving through the wrought iron gates of the walled area around the villa, walking up the path to the luxurious building as gravel crunched underneath his shoes, and barely noticing the party going on inside the place that he could see into through the wide-windowed walls.

The deep bass tones of crappy electronic music droned on but sounded a million miles away, like Harry was underwater. He dodged and weaved through the several dozen well-dressed people at the party whose conversations he could not hear—nor did he care to. He had his mind on what to say, how to apologize. All he really registered was the looks the guests gave him: some curious, some amused, some malicious. All evil. Just like him, but to differing degrees.

It was not the first time that Harry had regretted his life choices. But it was the first time he regretted them this hard.

Before he knew it, he stood by himself, flanked by gorilla-sized men in their suits, wearing sunglasses at night and indoors. Holstered guns barely hidden bulged against the fabric of their jackets. They stood by his side with their hands folded in front of them, staring at their boss in silence.

She, Bess Bateson, stared at Harry. She was as beautiful as a runway model or the statue of a Greek goddess, he thought. Never before had he met her in person in a situation where she paid any attention to him, so this was the first time it struck him. She crossed her legs and caught his attention like that. His gaze wandered down to high heels that ended in thin dagger-like stilettos. Clickety. The bright red of her lipstick stood out against her pale white skin, which in turn stood out in high contrast against her dark hair and pitch-black attire. Clickety.

Long, pointy fingernails drummed against the sleek chrome armrests of her chair. Clickety. She looked like an evil queen on her throne in this room comprised of stark contrasts between black and white marble and red velvet cushions. She stared into Harry’s eyes, her gaze stung. His soul burned in that gaze.

Those fingernails, like claws, drummed against the armrest, rhythmically, hypnotically. Clickety, clickety, clickety. Filling the awkward dreadful silence after him having confessed his failure. And her stare never ceased, she never blinked. There was something alien, otherworldly about her. Something thoroughly evil, Harry thought.

She looked like the devil. Beautiful, but wicked. Wicked to the bone.

Bateson stopped drumming her fingernails.

“Do not fuck up again, boy. I want another one by this time tomorrow night,” she said. Even Her voice spilled out like smoke, silky and lulling Harry into a false sense of security. Even the expletive she had uttered came out smooth and pleasing to his ears. It made him ponder the next words only long after leaving.

“You are lucky that I am on a diet.”

On the way back out, people snickered and failed to hide their sadistic grins at the sight of the wet spot in Harry’s crotch region.

He did not care that he had pissed his pants. He wanted to get back home as quickly as possible to change into fresh clothing, sure. He loathed the idea of spending more time on the prowl to snatch another unsuspecting schmuck off the streets to deliver to Bateson.

But Harry was happy that he was still alive. So much so that the world around him and time itself blurred once more, but in a more pleasant way, like being high on drugs. On the ride home, when the smell of urine on himself really sank in, those last words from Bateson finally sank in as well.

Was she eating these corpses? Harry did not want to know. He had done some messed up crap for money, but this lady weirded him out far too much.

He was going to finish this last job, and then bounce town. Start a new life elsewhere, far, far away from this city. Maybe in another country.

After he got back home to his lousy apartment and locked himself in, he showered and got ready for bed. Just before downing some whiskey—someone knocked on his door. He hesitated, deciding not to answer at this ungodly hour, and poured himself another glass. Drank it.

Then more knocking followed.

His heart raced and he took a deep trembling breath. Forced himself to maintain his composure. Approached the front door and looked through the peephole.

Batesoon stood there, dressed even more snazzy than before. It puzzled him to see her having changed her outfit in the same night, but he figured that was a thing that classy gangster women did. The two goons from their meeting earlier now stood next to her. Harry swallowed and opened up.

Her luscious lips moved with a grace that matched her movements as she shifted her weight from one leg onto the other, like some sort of royalty unfamiliar with walking or standing around too much. And from those lips spilled more words, asking him, “May I step inside?”

Harry stammered in the affirmative. Saying “no” now seemed like a really bad idea.

Bateson pushed past him and held up a hand. The bodyguards got the gesture and stayed outside. One of them closed the door behind her after she entered Harry’s humble abode.

She sat down in his ratty old tan chair and crossed her legs. The tips of her fingernails drummed against the wooden knobs at the end of the armrests.

Clickety, clickety, clickety.

Harry just stood there in the middle of the room, dumbfounded and curious but also terrified. Clickety. He did not know what to say. What to do. Clickety. How did she know where he lived? That was easy, she probably pulled some strings. Clickety. Why did she come in person? Was this a good or a bad thing for him? It had to be bad. Clickety.

It was, in fact, bad. The drumming stopped. Her fingers curled around the ends of the armrests, looking like pitch-black claws. A sinister fire burned inside her eyes as she stared at him, never blinking.

“I changed my mind. My diet ends tonight,” she said.

Everything happened so fast that he could not scream before she ripped out his throat. He learned she was not human, but that lesson came far too late.

And because nobody would miss him, she would get away with it.

She always did.

—Submitted by Wratts

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