#anna is a little brat

[vampirehizzies]

storytime i was catching up with one of my underclassmen friends and he told me he has a girlfriend now which threw me for a loop because i literally thought he was gay. i asked him to describe her and he said "she's basically you, but less annoying" (affectionate). then five minutes later he admitted that he once thought about asking ME out which shocked me further because a) i was still recovering from the fact that he's apparently not gay and b) i always believed he saw me as an annoying bratty little sister (affectionate) type especially since i see him as a brother figure.

[marciliedonato]

It's Christmas and the dash is dead... I cast spell of go on your phones now ‼️‼️🧙🪄✨

[wonustars]

Your Cat Loves You (Ft. Norbert)

𖥔. ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 pairing: kim mingyu x f. reader 𖥔. ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 genre: fluff, smut (R: 18+ mdni) 𖥔. ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 wordcount: 2.8k

𖥔. ˖ ࣪ 𓂃summary: you and mingyu finally have a moment to yourselves, or so you thought... 𖥔. ˖ ࣪  𓂃 tags/smut warnings: the way of the house husband couple, husband!mingyu, wife!reader, norbert is a silly little menace, dom!mingyu, brat-ish!reader, oral (m. receiving), creampie, dryhumping, facefucking, big dick!mingyu. 𖥔. ˖ ࣪  𓂃note: part 1 of the winter event is dedicated to @onlymingyus, ily sm marsie pie ♡! thank you to my two beta-readers! @ylangelegy and @junkissed, ily boaf what the flip!! special thanks to @cheolism and @wooahaeproductions for helping me w brainstorming ideas as well! i missed writing this couple so i hope you all enjoy hehe. lmk what you think of this one thru a reblog or a comment! see u in the next installment! - anna ♡

𖥔. ˖ ࣪  𓂃event masterpost

“I'm horny,” you pout as you place the book you’re reading down on the bedside table. 

Mingyu walks out of the connected bathroom, towel slung around his waist, eyes wide, staring at the way your figure lays sensually along the mattress. 

You’re turned onto your stomach, his large t-shirt draped over your body, the curve of your ass peeking through the bottom hem. Mingyu’s mouth runs dry, contemplating a response to your outcry of desperation. 

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he shrugs. 

The aforementioned towel is thrown across your bedroom with unbridled abandonment. Jumping onto the bed, he grabs your hips, turning you around as he straddles your torso. 

Calloused hands grasp onto your wrists, pinning them above your head. Mingyu dives in without much afterthought, connecting his plump lips onto yours. Raw and unashamed, there's vigour behind his actions, swallowing your lustful moans in the process. 

Unfortunately for you, there’s an abrupt pause. Mingyu pulls away from you, a frown along his swollen lips. 

“Where’s Norbert?” 

“I want your cock inside me and you’re busy thinking about the cat?” You roll your eyes, huffing out with annoyance. 

“I don’t want him seeing us,” Mingyu mumbles before standing up to check the door. 

A disgruntled groan leaves your lips. Leave it up to your husband to worry about the cat in the most compromising of situations. In other circumstances, this would’ve endeared you, but your body has been brimming with sexual tension. A tension that only Mingyu can resolve.

“Last time I checked he was sleeping in his room,” you sigh, sitting up to admire the dragon tattoo on Mingyu’s back. 

You never get tired of the black ink that adorns his skin, eyeing the way it creeps up onto his shoulders. It’s like a sweet treat every time. 

He peeks into the hallway and nods shortly after being met with the still air outside your room. No cat ready to scratch at his chest or steal his spot on your bed. As soon as he has confirmation that Norbert isn’t looming in the shadows of the long hallway, he rushes to lock the door before flopping back onto the mattress. 

Sitting against the headboard, he pulls you onto his lap, the unamused expression on your face vanishes as you feel his rock-hard length against your bare cunt. Mingyu’s groans are guttural as you hump himself along his member. Wet and ready for him to finally take you. 

“You done being paranoid?” your question comes out breathless as you continue to stimulate the nerves between your thighs. 

“Uhuh,” Mingyu mumbles. 

Large hands travel under the hem of your shirt, rubbing and squeezing your flesh before he reaches your tits. Full in his hands, he pulls the fabric till it hits your chin, perked nipples placing him in a trance. Mingyu's mind swirls as he tweaks each one between his fingers, your breath becoming ragged as his pace starts to quicken. 

The shirt you’re wearing becomes a nuisance quickly after, even though he enjoys seeing you in his clothes, Mingyu prefers when you’re wearing nothing at all. Removing the tee from your body, he drinks in your figure. 

“Fuck, this pussy is always soaking,” Mingyu mutters, eyes glued to where your bodies are connected. 

“Been trying to get to you fuck me all day,” you whimper. 

He chuckles at your desperation. Even though only two of you live in this large house, alongside your gremlin of a cat, Mingyu has found it hard to get you moaning underneath him for about a week. 

Norbert had been the number one culprit as to why you and Mingyu haven’t been able to fool around for the past few days. It started with your cat barging into your room right before anything other than a few innocent pecks were exchanged between the two of you. 

You don’t know how he’s learnt to turn door knobs, but his curiosity had been never-ending since you and Mingyu made things official. Then he started to drag Mingyu’s clothes into his litterbox. 

Neither of you knew what had caused Norbert’s spur of rebellious attitude, but you’ve slowly learned how to deal with it. Now the door to Mingyu’s closet remains locked, and you also make it a habit to lock the bedroom door each night as well. 

The sexual frustration between you and Mingyu had become so palpable that you’ve woken up to his morning wood four out of seven times this week. There have been a few blowjobs and hand stuff here and there, but you haven’t had his dick inside you for what feels like an eternity. You’re almost convinced that your cunt has forgotten what it feels like to be filled by him. 

In all honesty, you just miss the way his cum would spurt inside you every night. 

For the first time in a while, Norbert wasn’t needy for your attention, and you’d be damned to not take the opportunity while it was still in front of you. 

“God I need it so bad,” you whine. 

Nuzzling into Mingyu’s neck, your hips continue to sway back and forth, the slick between your thighs starting to coat your legs and his pelvis. 

“It’s been too fucking long,” Mingyu hums, hands tracing the curve of your ass. 

Moaning into his skin, you feel his palms squeeze the flesh with an iron grip. Forcing the fat to shake with the force of his touch. His free hand still groping your left tit. 

Mingyu almost blacks out, your hole catching his tip with each move you make. He can’t have you on top any longer. Thoughts of using you like his own personal sex doll rampage violently, his fully hard length starting to leak precum with your increasing pace. 

“Think you can take me without any prep?” he asks, and your legs visibly shake at his words. 

“I-I don’t know, probably not, you’re fucking massive.” 

A laugh bubbles up from his throat; he’s never fucked you without at least stretching you out first. But the thought is too tempting to not try at least once. 

“Willing to try for me, baby?” He whispers in your ear. 

“Mhm, I’ll do anything. Just need you inside me,” you whimper. 

“That’s my girl.” 

A hard slap comes down onto your ass, the skin stinging in a way that's both painful but so delicious at the same time. Your mouth almost waters at how good he feels against you, and he barely even touches you. 

“I’ll give it to you. But—” Mingyu starts but you cut him off. 

“But?” your pitch raises, not liking how he’s continuing to drag out the foreplay. 

“But you suck me off first.” 

“Fuck, really? That's it? Can't we do that after? I need you now,” you continue to whine, pretending like your walls aren't gushing at the idea. 

It doesn’t hurt to act spoiled once in a while. 

“You’re gonna suck me off or I’m not fucking you tonight.” Mingyu’s voice is stern. You can’t help but hide the smirk on your face. 

The pout on your lips is instantaneous. You need to see how far you can take the brat persona before Mingyu’s fed up. Hopefully, it leads to him flipping you over and fucking you into the next universe.

“But don’t you wanna fuck me now? It’s been too long,” you sigh, halting your movements to rub your hands against his muscular chest.

Your fingertips flow with appreciation for the hard muscle under your touch, his nipples erect as you swipe over them briefly. 

Mingyu’s eyebrows scrunch together, jaw slack as you continue to feel him up. Moving over to his biceps you give them a squeeze before peppering kisses along his collarbones then at the base of his neck. 

Entranced by your touch, Mingyu almost loses focus on who's really in control here. Almost. 

Throwing you off his lap, he stands at the edge of the bed. His cock bobs from how stiff he’s gotten from a bit of rubbing. Tip red and angry, the veins along his shaft almost look like they’re about to burst from all your teasing. 

“On your knees. Now.” He tells you, tone unwavering. 

With a defeated huff, you gingerly move towards the end of the bed. Your knees cause the mattress to dip, your hips in the air, giving him a little show of your ass. Mingyu’s jaw clenches, trying his best not to fold from seeing your body in such compromising angles. 

“Like this baby?” You look up at him as you prop yourself up with your elbows. 

“Good girl. Stay put for me, yeah?” 

You smile at his words of affirmation, one hand against the sheets while your other hand grips his length. There’s something about his dominating aura that radiates off of him when you’re about to blow him, it’s addicting. 

Placing his cock against your cheek, your eyes become doe-like as you stare up at him through your lashes.  

“See how big you are?” you mumble, the tip almost hitting your lashes as it’s pressed to the side of your face. 

“Fuck me…” Mingyu drawls out, unable to comprehend how sexy you look in this angle. 

Fisting your hair in his hands, he’s had enough of your attitude. Your jaw opens as if it's second nature, tongue shooting out, waiting for him to use your mouth like a fleshlight. He taps the tip against your tongue before tracing it around your pink lips. You look like an absolute dream. 

Without a second left to waste, he shoves the entirety of himself into your warm mouth, fucking it until your throat restricts and your gag reflex emerges. Groaning from above you, Mingyu continues to push your head up and down the length of his pulsating cock, relishing in the warmth that envelopes him. The heat sears into his veins, culminating before it spreads throughout his limbs. 

“Yeah, keep taking this cock,” Mingyu groans, fingers tightening around the strands of hair in his grasp. “Bet you love getting your mouth fucked, huh?” 

You moan in response to the filth spilling from his mouth. With furrowed eyebrows, you do your best to breathe through your nose in an attempt to keep yourself from gagging further. 

Mingyu’s thrusts slow down, not wanting to bust a nut until he’s inside that sopping cunt of yours. You know he’s saving the best for last as he removes himself from your mouth with an audible pop. 

“Turn around.” He grunts, but you don’t move. 

As you catch your breath, Mingyu tsks at your reluctance to do what he asks of you. Slapping your cheek, he wakes you from your cock drunk trance. 

“What did I say? You were begging for me to be inside you less than ten minutes ago,” He laments. 

“I’m tired. You do it,” your smile hidden. 

He’s right where you want him. 

You continue to lay there, waiting for him to give up and take matters into his own hands. Without missing a beat, he grapples you until your ass is up in the air. The view of your glistening folds welcoming him as if he’s carved out a special place for his cock inside you. The familiar sheen of your arousal and puffed-up clit greet his length as you wiggle your hips for him. 

The smack of skin resounds against the walls of your room, your pussy clenching around nothing as Mingyu continues to hit your cunt until the juices gush past your entrance. 

“Holy fu-uck,” you choke out, face slamming into the mattress. 

Hands clutched onto the sheets, your eyes squeeze shut as you feel Mingyu’s tip tracing around your hole. Smearing the wetness seeping from your folds before you hear him spit onto your leaking pussy. 

“Hmph, shit!” you squeak, the heat of his spit dripping down the expanse of your sex. 

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Mingyu praises you before plunging his cock into your awaiting warmth. 

The stretch is nearing unbearable, and the pain of his cock filling you almost causes you to pass out. But it’s satisfying all at the same time. He’s only halfway in, but your breath labours, chest heaving as you continue to take what he gives you. 

“So tight, you’re squeezing me like crazy,” Mingyu gasps, vision turning white as he continues to force himself inside you. Your moans increase in pitch as Mingyu bottoms out. Filling your walls till the hilt of his cock is pressed up right against your ass cheeks. Warm palms grope at your skin, slapping and squishing the flesh till handprints begin to appear. 

“G-gyu, please I need you to move. Fuck, I could cum right now,” you whine, squeezing his length involuntarily from how unprepared you are to take him. 

He agrees to your request without another word. Pulling back till only the tip of his cock is left only to ram his hips back into you. The sound of skin on skin hitting one another fills the room. Mingyu’s speed is steady as he thrusts in and out of you. 

The moans you let out almost sound as if you’re in pain, but it’s the complete opposite. Pleasure courses through your veins until you feel it in your toes, you’re a-dick-ted to the feeling of having him inside you. 

“You wanna cum? Show me how much you deserve to cum on this cock, baby,” Mingyu speaks through strained groans. 

Relishing in your wetness, he knows he’s about to fill you with his seed. His balls retract with each movement he makes, he can only wish to stay inside you forever. 

Without anything stopping you, your pussy convulses around him as you orgasm. The breath is knocked out of your chest, your fingers still wound tightly around the threads of your bedsheets. 

“I fucking love you, baby,” Mingyu practically wheezes, moving his hand to push your head further into your sheets. 

The flood of semen fills your walls, so much so that it dribbles past your entrance and onto both his dick and the bed beneath you. There’s so much, and it’s like his climax is never ending, cum continuing to shoot itself into your needy cunt.

Panting, you allow yourself to flop unceremoniously onto the bed. Tired and finally ready for bed, you wait for Mingyu to dislodge himself from you. A whimper leaves your lips as he finally unsheaths his softening member from your heat. His touch is as soft as a mouse, he pushes the hair out of your eyes before kissing your temple. 

“You did so good, baby. I’m gonna clean you up okay?” 

“Okay, baby,” you whisper. 

Unsure of how many seconds have passed, Mingyu comes back with a warm cloth. He wipes you and himself clean before moving you so that you’re lying on the bed properly. 

“We needed that,” he says in hushed chuckles. 

“I agree,” you laugh along with him. 

Right as you’re about to close your eyes, the door creaks open. The small shadow of your cat catches the candle's light by the TV stand. The pitter-patter of Norbert's paws fills the once-quiet room. 

Turning to Mingyu, your expression is evident that you’re ready to scold him for not locking the door. But before you can get a word in he’s already defending his case. 

“I promise, baby, I locked the door. I'm serious, please don’t kill me.” Mingyu pleads, hiding himself in your bare chest. 

“Kim Mingyu. If you locked the door, then Norbert wouldn’t be here right now,” you explain. 

Mingyu sighs, his warm breath leaving goosebumps against your skin. And he continues to swear that he really did lock the door, and even checked thrice to make sure it was secure. 

Norbert meows out, hopping onto the bed before scratching into Mingyu’s back. 

“What the fuck! Ow!” He yelps, Norbert’s claws continuing to paw at him. 

Defeated, Mingyu moves away from you. The pout on his lips accentuates as he’s forced to sleep beside your demon cat. Norbert’s scratching ceases at his surrender, moving into his rightful spot between you and Mingyu. 

Purring with satisfaction, the pleased cat purrs against you, nose nuzzling into your side. 

“Goodnight baby,” you murmur. 

The blanket is pulled up to your chest, your body facing the small cat perched at your left side. His eyes were round yet also filled with knowing. As if he did have the capability to somehow unlock the door to your bedroom from the outside. Knowing Mingyu’s forgetfulness, you decide that it’s simply not possible. 

“Goodnight,” Mingyu replies wistfully, but you send him a pointed look. 

“I’m talking to Norbert, Gyu.” 

“Whatever.” he huffs at your unamused expression, before attempting to inch closer to you. 

Norbert hisses at Mingyu’s sudden movements before snuggling closer to you. 

“Goodnight Norbert,” Mingyu sneers but pets the feline with affection despite his attitude. 

Norbert meows in return, tapping Mingyu’s cheek with his paw before settling into a deep sleep. 

Kim Mingyu - 0 

Norbert - 1

𖥔. ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 a/n: thank you for reading! please leave a reblog or comment if u enjoyed this little bonus scene! if you'd like to be notified when i post the next one send me an ask or fill out the taglist form located in the winter event masterpost! talk to u soon! - anna ♡

[47lake]

loser billie’s been on my mind lately

loser billie that will drop everything to focus on you

loser billie that has you as her lock screen, so that every time she gets hit on she can just flash a picture of you and walk away

loser billie that loves it when you pick out funny shirts for her like: ‘i ❤️ my sexy gf’ ‘i have a wife please get away from me’ ‘girls love my loser swag’ ‘i’m afraid of women’ etc.

loser billie that the main high point of her day is when you come back home to her

loser billie that’s a little too touchy in public because she just can’t believe you’re all hers

loser billie that gets so engrossed in her games and rambles on and on about them while you just admire her pretty smile

loser billie that likes it when you stare at her hands when she’s using her game controller

loser billie that gets so focused on her game or her music that she doesn’t notice you taking your clothes off in front of her

loser billie that follows you around like a dog on a leash

loser billie that will do anything to satisfy you, you’re her main priority

loser billie that begs to touch you

loser billie that would rather make you cum that herself any day of the week

loser billie that doesn’t care how desperate or pathetic she seems, as long as she’s pleasing you she’s satisfied

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[johnwickb1tsch]

Everyone is sending GIF requests, so, here is mine. Hint: Jealous John? (Though I doubt this man can ever be jealous but...whatever comes to your genius brain)

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@sweetwolfcupcake SWEEETS!!!!! I loved this prompt SO MUCH!!! You're such a genius. *kisses your head* I hope you like this! 💗💗💗

Bodyguard!John Wick x Shy!Curvy!Fem!Student!Reader

⚠warnings: threat of noncon (not John), mention of parental death

For the record, you didn’t mean to fall in love with John Wick. But he was nothing like the other goons your father had tasked with guarding you before.  Wick was tall, and handsome, and had the soulful eyes of a poet. You know he’s dangerous; he can kill a man 30 ways with a pencil (the men of your father’s Bratva will not shut up about it) but he seems so…gentle. And the thing that really proved your undoing?

That good looking bastard was bookish, and it did something inconceivable to your lit major brain. Ever your dark shadow, you spent countless late nights in the library together, and so many Saturday afternoons browsing the used bookshops, combing for treasures. He would rescue the books that looked better fit for the waste bin, taking them to repair. Maybe he was there to protect you, for your father had many unsavory enemies, but it was easy to forget when John discussed with you the finer points of the Bloomsbury Set or the themes of Anna Karenina.  

Maybe your father assigned John to you because he was one of the few gangsters around in his brigata one could trust to guard a relatively innocent young lady–that didn’t mean John was safe from you. You just couldn’t help yourself; you’d like to plead insanity, your honor, the night you finally broke and tried to kiss him, while he was helping you with your homework for Russian Lit 301. 

How stupid you felt, how utterly pathetic, when he’d very kindly dislodged you from his so soft mouth, looking at you with pity in his sad dark eyes. “You know…we can’t do this,” he told you.

Mortified, you’d fled to your room and cried, knowing you are the most ridiculous human being on the face of the earth.

What were you thinking?

You are nothing like the tall, ethereal creatures that populate the clubs where Wick frequents with your father. You are shy, and curvy, and frankly…a nerd. An old soul, your father would say fondly, but you know he is just being kind.

You’re not sure how you got it into your head, that you were going to make Wick sorry. You’ve never been one for going out, but you decide to give it a whirl, wanting to be anyone but yourself. You decide to go to the Red Circle, to hang out with the other Bratva brats who care way more about clubbing and clothes and who’s fucking who, than classes at NYU. 

At first you really hate it–but after a few shots of vodka, it’s not so bad. John has to hang back, keeping an eye on you but not interacting with your friends. He’s scary good at lurking in the shadows, but you know he’s keeping an eye on every move you make. Maybe that’s why you let Alexsei kiss you, the son of a semi-friendly loan shark who works in proximity with your father. You don’t really like him, if you’re being honest. But he’s not totally hideous–and he’s there–and John will have to watch it all. 

You and Alex start to have a thing. It’s no big deal. Something to do, on the summer break from your studies. You invite him over to watch a movie, knowing you’ll have the house to yourself. Your father is always at his office doing business, your idiotic brother is always out getting into trouble with his khuligan friends, and your mother…is dead, God rest her poor soul. 

You can tell Alex is a little drunk, when he shows up at your door. He’s very handsy, when you settle in on the couch to watch the latest mindless action flick, his pick. It’s ok, until he tries to unbutton your pants.

You have a secret. 

You’re 21, nearly graduated from university–and you’re still a virgin. 

This is not a thing you intend to give to Alexsei Plushenko. You don’t even really like the way he touches you.

“Stop, Alex.”

“Don’t be scared,” he tries to coax you. “This will be fun.”

“No,” you say. “Let’s just…”

He covers your mouth with his, shutting you up, his heavy body pinning you on the couch. “Don’t be such a stuck up bitch.” His groping fingers squeeze your breast clumsily, painfully, before fumbling with your jeans again. You try to push him off, but he’s heavy, and strong.

Suddenly, he is yanked from you like he weighs nothing at all. You hardly recognize what is happening at first, until you hear the sound of flesh striking flesh. John is on him, his iron fist meeting the younger man’s face. 

“John! Stop!” 

Wick looks up at you, meeting your eyes in a primal lock of stares–your heart drops and soars again, as you feel as though you’ve stumbled on a wolf over his kill, and the wildest thing?

You get the inkling that wolf is jealous. 

“Don’t hurt him anymore,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. A beating will make some complications for your father. A death? Could mean war.

Wick punches the handsy young man one more time, his eyes never leaving yours, before hauling Alex up by the collar and frog marching him out the front door, tossing him down the concrete steps of your home.

John finds you waiting for him in the marble foyer, his eyes wild, his knuckles torn. You don’t even know what to say. 

“What did you even see in him?” he finally demands, clearly annoyed.

“He wasn’t you,” you answer without thinking.

Wick steps up to you, toe to toe, so that you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes. His hair has broken free from its slicked back style, tendrils in his eyes.

He’s never looked more beautiful, your savage savior.

“You’re trying to get me killed.”

You shake your head, the very thought anathema to you. You are transfixed, unable to look away, unable to think. “You’re too precious to me,” you admit, and screw your eyes shut the moment you admit it, a spear of mortification piercing you from your heart to your stupid, aching, cunt.

“Milaya…” 

It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever said to you.

Your eyes drop to his knuckles, torn open in his defense of you. “You’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Not to me.” You don’t know where you get the courage, to take his hand, and lead him up to your room. You can hardly believe it, that he actually follows you. In your ensuite bathroom you dab at his knuckles with a washcloth, slather him with ointment and plaster him with bandaids. You run out of sober flesh colored ones, so the last cut gets a Disney bandage, Ariel and sea-flowers decorating this severe man’s knuckles. 

He lets you do all this, watching you intensely with those dark eyes you’re certain can see into your soul. You stand too close–and he lets you, this haunted man who watches over you day and night. Your whole life you have never wanted for anything, your father’s money buying you all your heart could possibly desire.

Until now.

You find it hard to meet his eyes, zeroing in on a spot of blood on his stark white dress shirt. 

“Y/n.” With a gentle knuckle under your chin he turns your gaze up to his again. “You are too smart, and too beautiful, to be wasting your time with a fuckboy like Alexsei Plushenko.”

The first part you already knew. The second, from this man’s lips? Your knees nearly collapse out from under you, a flood of excitement and dread coursing through your system. You almost can’t stand it–it’s like being burned alive, and your native shyness rears with a vengeance. 

You try to flee, back to the safety of your room, and your books, your imaginary lives that can’t really hurt you–but he catches your hand. His grip is not hard, but it is enough to stop you dead in your tracks. 

“Y/n…” He’s pleading with you, but you don’t understand what he’s asking you. 

“You said you don’t want me, John…” you say, still unable to meet his eyes. “So let me go.” 

He answers by pulling you against him, the solid line of his torso a brick wall beneath the hand you raise to catch yourself. But bricks are not warm, like the flesh beneath his designer clothes. You can feel the wires in your brain sizzling, the synapses simply melting down. Your heart is Chernoble waiting to happen. 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“You said–”

“I said, ‘We can’t.’ Not, that ‘I don’t want you.’”

You almost cannot breathe, your heart attempting to beat out of your chest, a ringing in your ears that drowns out all else. There is nothing, nothing, in this world you’ve wanted more, than to hear those words from this man. But now that he’s standing before you, against you, holding you–you cannot move. You do not know what to do. 

He solves this problem by cupping your cheek in his big hand–God, how you’ve noticed those hands–and then he is pressing his mouth to yours, gentle at first, but then…hungry. As though John Wick has been starving, for you, and it’s all you can do just to stand there and take it without melting into a puddle on the floor. His arms wrap around your back, holding you, lifting you to your tiptoes as he devours you. When at last he pulls back you are left seeing stars, struck utterly speechless with your hands on his broad shoulders. 

“Tell me to stop,” he raggedly demands, his eyes boring down into yours. 

Finally, you find your courage, meeting his stare. “I don’t want you to stop,” you whisper. 

“Good. Because I don’t think I can.” He kisses you again, just as hungrily as the first time, his arm an iron band around your waist and his fingers sneaking up into your hair. That’s your kryptonite: your hair, and blithely you know he can do anything and everything he wants to you now.  

Your father is a bad man, but you have not had a bad life. You have never known hunger, or true physical pain. He has protected you from the violence of his world. He has played things smart enough that not even the FBI can touch you, even though they absolutely know what he is and where your family gets its money. Despite all this, you have been dying inside, a slow, withering demise, until John Wick’s lips touched yours. He is the life-giving rain over the desert; your heart is a field of wildflowers erupting in a superbloom. 

This time, he leads you, in between kissing you, to the loveseat at the foot of your bed. He sits, and only when he tries to pull you into his lap do you resist. “John…I’m too…much,” you insist, conscious of your generous flesh and what it would be like to set that on top of him, afraid he’ll be horrified. 

However, he just scoffs at you, grabbing you up anyway and guiding you down. For a moment you are weightless–he knows how to upset a person’s balance, how to use their weight against them to put them on the floor. This time he uses it to put you on him. You’re not exactly proud of it, but the ease with which he utterly manhandles you makes your long-neglected lady parts sing with desire. 

“You are perfect, dietka,” he insists, pulling you closer with hands on your round behind, “And I am very strong.” For the first time in you can’t remember how long–he smiles at you. That beautiful half smile with a sparkle in his dark eyes that takes your breath away–you love him so much it hurts. 

This time you don’t feel so shy, about kissing him. You feel like your bones are filled with butterflies, and you both moan and giggle as you do your best to devour each other from the mouth down. Aside from an appreciative squeeze of your thighs bracketing his hips, he doesn’t try to seduce you, even though you know you absolutely would have given him anything he asked you for. He is content, just to kiss you, for this night at least, and oh. He’s good at it too. 

You decide you would burn down the world, for one more kiss from John Wick.  

Later you find yourself snuggled in your bed with John, fully clothed, your head on his shoulder as he toys with the fine hairs at the back of your neck. His touch is heaven, and with your legs twined with his it’s hard not to squirm and writhe against his muscled thigh like a horny little gremlin. 

Later, you tell yourself. It can wait for later. 

Like maybe, tomorrow. 

“We’ll have to be careful,” he warns you. “If your father…” 

If your father found out, the best thing that could happen to John is getting fired. 

“I won’t let you get hurt,” you promise, kissing his bearded cheek, praying you’re telling the truth.

He chuckles at this; a deep sound you feel more than hear. “I thought that was my job?”

“You know what I mean.” 

“I know.” He looks down at you with a tenderness that curls your toes. “It would be worth it, for you.” 

Your heart has suddenly decided it would like to take up residence in your throat–permanently.

“Oh, John…”  

He kisses you again, a soft brush of lips that renders you weightless. This is how you die: it’s almost too much to stand, this impossibly full feeling in your chest. Then he narrows his eyes at you playfully. “You have been driving me mad, you little minx. I wanted to kill everyone who so much as looked at you in the Circle.” 

You snort at the thought–you do not understand, really, that he could absolutely do it too. 

“Not to worry. I think the library is more my speed.” He rests his head against yours with a small, contented sigh. “Mine too,” he admits. The smell of old books around you is a soothing balm to you both. 

You know small bits of his past. Morsels he has sprinkled, here and there in the conversations you have had. You know he did not have an easy childhood. You know that this life was not really his choice. Even less so than most, who move and work in the Underworld. 

“If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?” you ask. 

He lifts an eyebrow at you. “I’m liking New York, at the moment,” he tells you with an affectionate squeeze. 

“Oh come on.” 

“Fine. I like Paris a lot.” 

“Hmm,” you answer, but what you think, is: Done.  You will have the opportunity to arrange to study abroad soon, and you think a trip away from the Tarasov territory might do you both some good.

Surely Papachka wouldn’t deprive you of your most trusted bodyguard?

[honeyxbunny99]

Sandor Clegane~ The Bitch and The Hound pt. 9

Charlie stepped between you and the gate and held up his hands. “Don’t you think if there’s a chance he could help—“

“I don’t want to be near him, I don’t want to see his face again! If you were older you could understand—“

“Fuck, would you stop treating me like an infant! I understand plenty!” His yelling caused your response to stutter and halt. “I understand that the man you thought you loved betrayed you. That he chose to hurt you over Joffrey and believe me I understand hatred!.. I understand that you’re being a selfish idiot by putting your pride first instead of your safety! There are people who care about you, (Y/n); me, Anna, your family, and yes even the hound! If you stay here you’ll die!”

His eyes were watery as you absorbed the weight of his words. “Then let me out.” You whispered, ashamed to ask. You wanted to cry with him but took your chance and held out your hand. Charlie’s eyes went between yours and Anna’s behind you. Charlie sniffled and slowly grabbed the large iron ring of keys from his waist. The keys were almost in your hand when the main iron gate slammed open and the three of you jumped in surprise.

“Fuckin’ knew it, ya little shit!” The man’s voice matched the anger in his face and he marched toward Charlie with his hand raised.

Charlie stammered and flinched before the man even arrived and the stranger quickly delivered a back handed blow to the boy. Charlie was flung back by the power of it against the gate and the man snatched the keys out of his hand. You gasped and grabbed the man by the shoulders and tried to pull him away from Charlie, but he reacted quicker than you could in your weakened state and when he turned around, his knuckles met your eye. You fell down hard and gripped your eye, watching your vision pool with blood.

“You were gonna let her out, weren’t ya?! You weak fuckin’ brat!” He scolded and pushed Charlie out of the way so he could unlock your cage.

“No, no I wasn’t—“

The man you guessed was the kennel-master grabbed an iron bar from the pouch of his bloodstained leather apron. “You want to try that again, boy?!”

“I’m sorry!” “Leave him alone!” You demanded, reaching again to try to stop the man as you watched Anna dart for the door. The man turned and kicked you down, his heel directly in your ribs. When the back of your head hit the stone floor you decided not to fight anymore. You heard one final blow land to Charlie’s arm and he cried out, dropping to his knees. The Kennel-master continued on opening the gate and ranting before he fisted his hand in your hair and dragged you into the cage.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Charlie repeated weakly as the kennel master separated the dogs into their own cells. You realized when you had the nerve to bring your eyes to the boy that he was actually apologizing to you. He sat slumped against the other side of your cage and reached a hand behind him through the bars. You dragged your knuckles across the stone to meet him there and matched his weak grip.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

The Kennel-master finished and hollered at Charlie, raising his weapon again and Charlie scrambled to his feet and out of sight without another word. You heard the final gate lock and brought a hand to the back of your head, relieved to find no blood. You were left with Dhalia, who came when you called her and began to lick your hand. She’ll be hungry soon. We all will be. Still, tonight she looked up at you with her familiar sad eyes and you pet the top of her head when she curled up beside you.

Charlie was right. You were being selfish, proud, and weak. In spite of all your talk, you did not want to die in here. Littlefinger. You pulled at your hair in frustration and groaned.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” Sandor’s voice at the entrance made you gasp and sent your heartbeat to an alarming pace. “(Y/n) are you in there, what the fuck is going on?!” His tone was angry and you flinched and trembled. You heard the gate rattle and the dogs began to growl and bark. “Damn it, Anna, get me someone who can open this fucking gate!” In spite of your fear you called out to her. “A-Anna?” You heard two taps on the gate and her exasperated sigh of relief. You heard Sandor’s gruff voice mutter something to her but you couldn’t make it out. Your mind was doing backflips trying to figure out why he was here and why he was so angry. Eventually the dog’s barking quieted and you tried to calm yourself as well. Suddenly Anna’s little paper book was tossed through the high window of your cell and you hesitated to take it. Dhalia sniffed at the open pages and looked up at you curiously. When you finally got the nerve to stand you winced audibly at the pain in your ribs and dizziness in your head. You walked over to grab the book and saw that it was folded open on the page with the heart once again. You felt anger and sadness rise up in your chest together as you stared at it. You readied yourself to throw it back. “I don’t want it—“ you stopped cold as you looked at the window and saw Sandor looking back at you past the bars. From the momentary silence, you’d assumed he’d gone, and you were horrified to find him so close. He wore the same frown as the day you met him.

How could she bring him here? It took everything in you in that moment not to tear the book to shreds, but you couldn’t break eye contact with the beast staring you down. His eyes scanned over you and you realized then how atrocious you must have looked. Swollen, bloody, unkempt, and dressed in rags. His stare felt punishing and you hated him more for it. Go on, look. Look what you’ve done to me. Boldly you took a deep breath and walked to the window, daring to toss the book through it right beside his face. He looked down at you, face illuminated only by the rising moon. He was so tall that he didn’t have to reach for a view of you, and you wondered for a second if what you’d heard was true. If the hound lurked around the kennels at night, watched over you as you slept.

“Anna dragged me here.” He finally spoke lowly.

“Sorry to inconvenience you-“ “Oh for fucks sake!” He cried out and latched his hands onto the bars and you instinctively took a step back. “I just wanted to check if you were hurt.”

You narrowed your gaze and flared your nostrils in anger. “If?… if I was hurt?” You smirked at the ridiculousness. “I’m lovely. Now leave.”

The hound stepped out of view but you held your breath in anticipation. Outside of the kennel, Anna held her hands up to stop him and he growled out, “Would you fuck off already?! Bloody useless…”

Anna opened her mouth in offense but saw how hurt and confused he was by this interaction. She boldly motioned for him to continue speaking to you and then retreated back on her way to the Red Keep. In the quiet of the evening, you could hear his strong breathing and his feet shuffle in the dirt right outside.

“Who did that to your eye, it’s fresh.” Finally came. You scoffed lightly and muttered, “No shit… It’s none of your concern. I don’t want you here, I don’t know why Anna brought you—She’s an imbecile.” You were still fuming with her.

“Obviously she brought me to protect you.” “Yeah, you’re good at that, aren’t you… My hero.” He growled in response and you heard his heavy steps begin to stomp away, “Fuck you!” “Fuck you!” You shouted, racing up to the wall. As you stood on your tiptoes, you watched him turn on his heel toward you but you weren’t afraid. “You’re the reason I’m in here, don’t you dare for a second forget that!”

“You think that I could?!”

“And yet you rush so nobly to my rescue— You’ve actually convinced Anna somehow that it was all real, that you still care for me—“

He gripped the bars by your hands furiously. “If I could go back and change it I wouldn’t! We would have died before we made it out of the Keep! I’m a big fucker, tough to kill but I’m still a man— One man alright? You want your head on a pike?! They’d make me watch it!!” He shouted in your face and being so close you actually saw tears in his eyes.

Your lip quivered and you bit down hard in attempt to still it. “We would have died together at least..” you couldn’t stop the words from spilling out. “I wouldn’t hate you the way that I do now.”

His eyes widened in surprise and his grip loosened on the bars. His fingers brushed against yours before dropping out of view completely. The tears flowed as freely as the words did now for you.

“I have never had this much hatred in my heart. I hate you! I hate Joffrey and Cersei and Petyr Baelish and my father and that bloody kennel master and I hate myself!” You cried, sinking weakly to your knees. “Cersei was right… I should have died the first day I walked into the Keep… it would have been a mercy on so many.” You buried your face in your hands, reflecting on all the pain you’d caused. You were utterly defeated, your head buzzed with hunger and weariness. “I am sorry, Sandor Clegane, for all the pain I have caused you. But I never want to see you again. Just let me die…” Your voice was so soft you couldn’t be sure he heard it. You were too exhausted to care.

“I failed you.” His voice sounded crippled with emotions, a tremble in his normally strong voice. Your eyes were closed now as you had collapsed against the stone floor. All you could do was breathe and listen. “You were my new dream, the only good one I’ve ever had… I was supposed to protect you.. and I failed.”

You heard a crack of thunder and flinched, curling into a ball. The pitter patter of rain melting into the dirt suddenly surrounded your senses. You wished, in your desperate state, that you had Sandor’s cloak to shield you from the chill now present in the air. “Forgive me.” He finished before he couldn’t bare the sight of you like that anymore. He ran away and locked himself up in his room again.

That night, you dreamt of a house. A simple one like the one you were raised in, with a fire burning in the hearth of its place to keep warm. You were sewing up a blouse and when the fire began to die down, you walked over to your front door and saw Sandor chopping more wood for you. When he turned and saw you, he smiled and flexed his muscular arms. You laughed and beckoned him inside.

As soon as you turned back around, however, the dream was gone. Your eyes squinted against the bright light pouring in from every possible angle and you brought your arm up to provide more coverage. As you regained your senses you realized what had woken you. You gasped and pulled your entire body back when you saw Dahlia licking blood from your thighs. Your mind transported you to that alley, that hound. Not again, please not again. You stood and backed yourself into a corner, cowering in fear. The dog sniffed in your direction once more but walked away—not desperate enough yet. The familiar cramping in your stomach made you want to cry.

Your monthly bleeding was always a bad omen in your eyes. You were thirsty, hungry, bleeding, terrified. And no one would be coming for you, now. You’d made sure of that yourself last night, and now a part of you regretted it. You tried to stay strong throughout the day, but minutes passed like hours as you paced the room and tried to distract yourself. All the shops were closing up, you realized— vendors taking whatever merchandise they couldn’t sell. In the distance you saw young men training with swords and you began to picture poor Charlie sent to war. The tension all around was palpable and almost made it hard to breathe. I have to get out of here.

“Excuse me! Please! Anybody!” You would shout and cry until someone heard you. A little boy, 6 or so, finally scuttled up nervously to you. “Do you know where Petyr Baelish is?” You were ashamed to ask a child to enter a brothel. He shook his head and you wanted to slam yours. “The master of coin?.. Hang on, please don’t go!” You dipped below in desperate search of your papers. You drew a quick sketch of him and dropped it out of the window, relieved to find the boy still there. He nodded, smiling with a sense of pride when he looked up at you again. “Please you have to find him and tell him that the girl with the dogs says yes. You have to get to him as fast as possible okay? If you do I’ll give you a sweetie, alright? I’ve got lots in here but the dogs want them.”

He snickered, sticking his tongue out a bit. “Run along then, okay. Tell him I said yes and I need him alright?” The boy nodded and ran away with the drawing in hand. You closed your eyes and prayed. Please let this be the right thing to do. Old Gods, New Gods, if any of you are listening, please don’t let me die here.

The sun went down along with your energy and you cozied up in your corner, trying to fall asleep to the pacing and howling all around you. You caught yourself wishing Charlie would come, or even Anna. Over time, you’d realized you had no right to be angry with her. She was only doing what was best in her mind— she saw violence and panicked, and somehow felt safer with the hound around. Before all this you would have felt the same, and though you couldn’t quite understand it now, you wouldn’t condemn her for it. As for Charlie, you only hoped he was alright and staying out of trouble. It would be selfish to see him again, and it would be best for everyone if he were to stay far away. You had plenty of time to think that night, as Petyr never came.

With your final piece of paper you began to draw faces from memory and for some reason, the person you started with was the hound. You and your paper man watched the sun come up and felt hopeless. “What are we going to do?” You asked the drawing. You could hardly remember what transpired the other night, what was said. But you remembered his eyes. Sad and desperate and beautiful. You stared into their likeness on the page and sighed. “Monsters don’t know sacrifice…” you recalled the first night you spent together.

Perhaps he continues to serve as a punishment to himself. He’s going to fight and die in this war, and these sad eyes are going to be my final memory of him. If you hated him the way you claimed you did, his tears, his death, would have been a blessing. But you didn’t, not truly.

Dahlia approached you on the floor and began sniffing at the blood surrounding you. You cringed and stood on shaky legs and the dog growled at your movements. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat as the fear sent your heart off to the races again. Just then you heard the main gate open, conversation of two men in the distance. You rushed to the bars, Dahlia snapping at you but remaining behind to lap up the blood on the floor. You stuck your arms through and waved wildly. “Please, please!” You cried out over the aggressive barks. “I’ll do anything just let me out of here!”

Petyr Baelish stepped into view, signature smirk gracing his features. “That’s what I like to hear.”

The kennel master opened the gate at his command and Petyr dropped a sack of coins into his hand. The man glared at you but you ran past him and into Petyr’s arms. He gladly took you in and began guiding you out past the beasts going wild on all sides. “That’s half of what we agreed upon. You’ve damaged her pretty face.” He dropped casually, ignoring the arguing from the man behind him. “Let’s get you home, (Y/n) (L/n).”

~

In the most garish room you’d ever been in, you were scrubbed down, groomed, and fitted in a silk gown with an open back by two beautiful girls. As one of them was applying a cream to your eye, you dared to speak your first words since you’d left that cage.

“Thank you, my lady.”

The woman smirked and let out a throaty chuckle. “Don’t know if I’ve ever been much of a lady. A woman, surely, but a lady?” She scrunched up her nose and shook her head softly, closing the small case. “That should make the bruising go away quicker… Doesn’t make it hurt less though.”

She was about to stand up but you graced her forearm to stop her. “Wait, is it.. Is he.. Is it safe here?” The fear in your voice betrayed you as you stuttered in front of the girl.

She sighed, looking you over and brushing the hair behind one of your ears. “You're in good hands, love. We’ve been expecting you for some time… Petyr’s taken a liking to you so you don’t have to worry for now. He’ll want you to heal before you join the rest of us.”

“Indeed I will.” She stood finally and smiled at the man entering the room. You looked at him through the reflection of the mirror before you and your heart and stomach flipped when you saw that a tray of food was being brought in alongside him. You turned around in your chair but stopped yourself from approaching, instead reserving yourself to stand and bow your head. Petyr raised a hand, “Now now, there’s no need for any of that. Just a short time ago you threatened to rip out my tongue, and now you bow to me?”

Heat flooded your cheeks and your eyes sank a little in shame. Still he continued to approach, and the girls left the two of you alone.

“Never underestimate how quickly circumstances can change…” Finally he was close enough that you could smell the air of cloves that surrounded him, and he used a gentle hand to raise up your chin to meet his eye-line. “Know who your enemies are, (Y/n). Learn how to turn them in your favor, and learn when to dispose of them..”

You couldn’t understand why he was telling you this but you nodded agreeably. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?” His voice was kind now, as kind as it could be any way. Your eyes narrowed in earnest and you nodded again into his hand. He smiled and released you, directing you to the food. Sliced meats, cheeses, vegetables, you shoveled it all greedily in your mouth as Peter poured a chalice of wine beside you. “Slow down, (Y/n). It will all come back up if you force it down, and you wouldn’t want to waste my food, now would you?”

You chewed and swallowed slowly, wiping your mouth and accepting the drink he offered. “Thank you, I— I’m sorry for what I said before.”

“Let’s not lie to each other.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “When I saw you in that cage finally, I must admit I had doubts about this arrangement. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a creature so pathetic… Yet here you are again. Clean and smooth and,” he offered his hand and you took it, and he paused to sniff your wrist, “fragrant as a rose.. Still, you’re bleeding and skinny and black and blue.. And I’m sure you’re obviously still reeling from the whole ordeal. You see, (Y/n), I am about to have a large influx of customers. War is all about sex and power, after all, and that’s what my establishment stands for. Tonight the King stands bravely among his soldiers, but I’ve witnessed first hand the brutality, the tenacity of the Baratheon bloodline and they may very well breach our wall. The night will be loud and horrid, and no matter what at the end of it the men will come. I am going to keep you from all of that. You needn’t fear their bloody hands on you tonight… but (Y/n), when I finally do ask you to touch and be touched,” he had sat you down in the middle of his speech and now his fingers slid delicately up the line of your spine, sending a chill that made your shoulders tremble. He smiled at your reaction, bringing his face closer and using the hand that never left you to move your hair and lock gently around the base of your neck. He spoke lowly, “you will obey. You belong to me now. Say it.” “I belong to you.” You looked him in the eyes for good measure.

“Good girl… Now please, eat, drink, sleep. I would stay in your room for the rest of the night if I were you. We will see each other in the morning…” He stood and walked to the door. “Dream of all the money you’re going to make, all the freedom you’re going to have.” He said before ironically locking the door behind him. You couldn’t care to think about anything beyond tonight, so his words did little to haunt you. You ate again, barely tasting the flavors before they were down your throat.

~

As Sandor watched the black water erupt in green fire like he’d never seen before, he felt small again. Terribly, helplessly small. Joffrey smiled out looking upon the men burning and drowning, thinking they’d already won. The hound knew, however, it couldn’t be that easy. He was supposed to die here tonight as a penance for all the evil he’d done. He watched a large ship grow nearer and grabbed a drink bag from a servant boy, chugging one final drink down before he descended to where the rest of the so called soldiers huddled and prayed. Perhaps if he defended (Y/n) one final time, died keeping out the people that meant to take this city, she could find the forgiveness in her heart. He heard the commotion of Stannis’ men arriving on the beach and growled, knowing if they found her, they’d kill her when they were done using her. As the door opened and they began their march to defend the city, to defend his princess, he threatened, “Any man dies with a clean sword, I’ll rape his fucking corpse!!”

He cut down many of Stannis’ men easily and was showered in the blood he missed so dearly. Killing was like a drug for him— one he was careful not to get addicted to. Watching someone come near who meant him harm and then cutting them to useless pieces made him feel all powerful, all knowing. It was a high like no other and he chased it, feeling he would die doing what he was born to… Then the fire came for him.

Men charged the beach with torches and his armor suddenly felt paper thin. His body fought back on autopilot, but his mind raced with flashbacks of his own burning flesh— Gregor’s toy burning beside him in the fire of their home because it had never been about the toy. His brother would seize any opportunity to hurt people. Sandor heaved big breaths as he looked around and saw the fighting again. No, not a battle anymore, another failure. Stannis’ men were more bloodthirsty than his own untrained citizens with swords they’d not broken in. He saw the way they hammered at the Mud gate and fled the beach. They’re going to break in, he thought. We’re losing.

He demanded wine from the servant, spitting out the water and looking out as the fire seemingly spread everywhere down below. They’re going to take her.

“Can I get you some iced milk? And a nice bowl of raspberries too?” Came out of the bastards freak uncle.

He drank again. “Eat shit, dwarf.”

“You’re on the wrong side of the wall.”

“I lost half my men!.. The black waters on fire..” he spoke the obvious, still entranced by the horrors he was considering.

Joffrey piped up from his cowardly position, voice shrill like an old woman’s. “Dog, I command you to go back out there and fight!” Sandor decided then and there that he was finished taking orders from a little boy, a little monster. Why couldn’t he have walked away before and save her all this pain. He drank again to numb the pain and shook his head in defiance as he swallowed it down.

“You’re Kingsguard, Clegane. You must beat them back or they’re going to take this city. Your King’s city.”

“Fuck the kings guard.” He spoke what he had held only his mind for so long. “Fuck the city.” The one that knew of the girl in the kennels and did nothing. “Fuck the King.” He stared the boy right in the eyes as he said it, almost daring him to respond. When he didn’t, he turned his back on the Lannisters and went off in search of his bride.

[icarusredwings]

Finding home Au things that are canon (because I said so, and it's MY au so I can do whatever I want. Send me headcanons, and I'll approve them)

Gambit just got back from the void so he's just now meeting everyone. He looks a little different from how they remember since their gambit really was never a full team mate and rather then just some guy that helped Logan a couple of times. This being said hes meeting Rouge as a 35 year old linguistics teacher for a bunch of brats, flirting with her in the halls, trying to impress her all the time, etc. He wanted to have a cool class like how to use a Bo staff or tutor energy weilding kids but instead got stuck with sex ed. Because of this, he now makes a ton of jokes to Rouge about it (she's across the hall) but actually is really excited to start his cooking elective class this coming fall when he's considered a real team member.

Ororos heals click in the hall like they did when you were a kid and you could tell the principal is coming. She's almost always with a tea or a coffee, walkie talkie and keys jingling. She's very sweet but kids shit their pants if sent to Mrs. Munroes office, meanwhile Mr. Summers office is a nothing, just a lecture and a slap on the wrist. Aint no one actually scared of lasik because they know thw worst theyll get is community work for a couple of weeks but they ligit cry the second theyre sent to munroe's (especially if they know theyre guilty of a big prank or something)

The school gives out free hygiene products and depending on what you need you can special request it.

If students get too angry they are sent to Piotr's art room for art therapy. He surprisingly is very artistic and chill.

Forges shop class is working on a car with no weight limit and that can handle their heavy hitters (Colossus and Wolverine) both in the same car (most bust) as well as a car made from plastic recycling. They're working on it. Its only blown up once!!

Gambit makes breakfast for the staff and some students of they beg enough. He keeps bringing Rouge the first cup of coffee from the pot and has made her pancakes shaped like hearts multiple times. Watching her stab them and smother them make him... giggle helplessly.

Gambit🤝Watching their love intrests viscously stab and rip apart their meals with a boner wishing it was them🤝Wade

He's very respectful towards her, though and sometimes is a bit (COUGH a lot COUGH) of a kiss ass.

Hank's students have blown up the lab at least 4 times by now. One of those times was Wades fault for touching stuff he wasn't supposed to.

Kurt is very glad that Wade has taken over his Duel weaponry/swordsman class, so now he has time to start working out a pitch for a world's religion class+ sunday school. He still runs a fencing club, though.

Peter (quicksilver) has tried so many different positions, including music teacher of all different instruments. Now he just kinda lounges around in the game room and speed cleans the mansion after each day in like 2 minutes flat. Imagine being paid a full salary just for 2 minutes of work? And you get to live somewhere for free and play games all day? Fuck yeah.

Positions I've been thinking about:

Beast (Dr. Henry "Hank" McCoy) is the Vice-Principal, so he does orientation. He has multiple science classes, including biophysics, and has electives in philosophy and poetry.

Colossus (Piotr Rasputin) is an art teacher and handles art therapy

Gambit (Remy LeBeau) runs a sex-ed class and is hoping to soon get approved to run a cooking class next semester.

Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner) has a fencing elective as well as a religion class, sunday school, and sometimes helps Morph with drama/theater. (Ex duel weaponry instructor)

Rogue (Anna Marie) is a Linguistics teacher who drabbles in social science. “Diction and Linguistics, with Professor Rogue” She can teach just about any language, but russian/german/ french/ spanish and Japanese are her main ones. She's who you go to if you dont understand English and need help. Almost all foreign students have her.

Cyclops (Scott Summers) is the headmaster. He has classes in Geometry, has an elective for leadership and communications (PFFT) as well as being the schools mobility/disability specialist. He, of course, specializes more with children who have trouble with their eyesight.

Storm (Ororo Munroe) is the Headmistress. She has an Environmental Science and Political Science class as well as a multi cultural elective.

Shadowcat (Katherine "Kitty" Pryde) has a comp-sci class and runs an ethics class.

“Ethics 101: Forgetting Everything You Ever Learned From Emma Frost, with Professor Pryde.”

Wolverine (Logan Howlett) is a(n occasional hand to hand combat/ martial arts) PE instructor. (Ex History teacher)

Jubilee is the schools event organizer, event coordinator, event manager, and more broadly, event professional, the ‘hip’ school counselor. "Activities Director & Counselor"

Morph is the director of drama acting and disguises (duh)

Laura is a graduating student In training under the Wolverine (Gabby is a student and is too young to be an understudy)

Yukio graduating student In training Under Storm or Rouge (I can't decide)

Negasonic teenage warhead (Ellie) graduating student In training under Jean Grey.

Mr. Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Is in training under Colossus. Duel weaponry/ swordsman tactics class instructor (plus whatever Logan's doing, he's very nosey and WILL cause issues if bored)

Jean Grey is an english teacher, has a class on psychology, and drabbles in physics.

Ice man (Bobby) is the school financal advisor/accountant and runs a business elective class.

Forge is a Shop teacher.

Quicksilver (Peter maximoff) Janitor, housekeeping, music teacher, replaced original Logan as PE teacher for a while, target practice, teaches fast kids how to avoid running into walls, always in the game room, stock/ errand boy, gets bored super quickly, sports instructor, Read almost all the books in the library, likes swimming, mainly just lays around waiting for something fun to do, his father causes trouble sometimes which he thinks is entertaining but also hella embaressing.

I'm unfortunately left without a history teacher, so shoot me any ideas :)

[gobblinggojo]

Gojo With a Single-Mother Reader

warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, reader has a child, headcanons, NSFW mentioned

starting off strong, satoru gojo is a womanizer. many know of it, so at first, he sees yours and his relationship as nothing but a quick booty-call to relieve some stress.

after the first night you guys spent together, you crying under him in pleasure, he just couldn’t get you out of his head!

which brings us to right now, him taking you out on a nice little date at a pretty expensive restaurant.

you two sat across from one another, asking the other questions, and answering them, just to get to know each other.

“what do you do for work, satoru?”

“i’m a teacher at a pretty cool highschool, what about you?”

“i work at home! it’s kind of hard for me to get a job out of the house, there’s no one really willing to watch my baby, he can bit a bit of a brat sometimes..”

gojo froze the moment you mentioned having a baby.

YOU? HAVE A BABY??

you don’t even give off single-mom vibes.

the rest of the dinner was spent with gojo learning more about your son from you.

he had to say, it was endearing seeing you happily gush about your baby!

“he’s so cute satoru! he’s my little twin, i love him so much!”

you didn’t hold any animosity at all over being a single mother either.

“his father didn’t want to be in the picture, that was after c/n was born. i’m not mad, it just means i get more of the love,” god, he wanted to kiss you right then and there.

you wait about a month or so before you introduce satoru to c/n. you don’t want your baby getting attached too quickly, only for gojo to leave.

the day gojo comes over to meet your son, it’s almost as if c/n has met his best friend!

i mean, he’s all over gojo! clinging onto him, following him around like a lost puppy.

“toru! toru! ‘anna see my twains?”

“toru! toru! ‘anna wook at my movie wif me?”

“toru! toru! you spendin’ na night?”

it’s safe to say that your son is obsessed.

it just warms gojo’s heart, hearing the little call of his name coming from your three year old. he doesn’t understand how your baby’s father could ever willingly choose to leave your son.

gojo will watch over c/n for you whenever he deems that you need a break.

you look the least bit tired? gojo is pushing you out of the door, giving you money and telling you to go get your nails done.

“but what about c/n?”

“don’t worry hon! i’ll watch over him! he loves me!”

whenever you go grocery shopping, gojo is coming with you. you’re pushing the shopping cart, while gojo is entertaining c/n, who is seated in the front seat of the buggy, while also reaching for stuff you need on the tallest shelves.

he’s so gentle with c/n.

like, i’m talking, if c/n ever accidentally broke something of gojo’s and starts crying? gojo is instantly comforting the baby boy! he’s so patient, rubbing the baby’s back and shushing him quietly.

“it’s okay buddy! ‘toru can always get a new phone…it’s okay, it’s okay.”

it warms your heart seeing a man, who didn’t even have to, step up as your baby’s father.

about a year into the relationship, and gojo has already moved in with you, c/n is calling gojo papa.

“papa help me up on na ‘ouch?” gojo is immediately helping the little boy on the couch.

“papa i wan’ candy!” gojo is immediately pulling out a piece of hard candy he had in his pocket and giving it to c/n.

“papa i wan’ eep wif you and mama..” gojo is immediately picking that baby up and putting him in between you and him.

it’s so obvious that gojo loves both you and c/n so much.

it warms your heart immensely.

gojo goes to work gushing about both you and c/n to his students, it’s gotten to the point in which they’re fed up with it.

“can you shut up, gojo sensei?”

all in all, satoru absolutely loves both you and c/n, so much so that he dreams of a future with the both of you. he loves you guys so much and will do anything and everything for the two of you.

[darlingsfandom]

Hi! Do you write for Lenny Miller? How about some smut+fluff for CIA!reader? She is visibly jealous that Lenny is giving attention to Anna.

I do! I write for all of Cillians characters (: I might have forgotten to add Lenny’s name in the last post, I’m sorry! But smut & fluff , you got it friend💕

Pairing: Lenny Miller x Jealous CIA partner reader!

TW: semi public sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, girl on girl violence , face smashing, p in v unwrapped!

It wasn’t unusual having to protect witnesses for you and Lenny, sometimes it was only for a week or a month but being with Lenny made it bearable. This case wasn’t anything special, having to protect another spoiled brat wasn’t unusual and you’d rather do anything than sit here and babysit her. You watched how she’d lightly touch Lenny’s arm or giggle at his jokes. You rolled your eyes every time because again you’d rather gag yourself than be stuck here.

You had went to the bathroom to freshen up but when you came back you felt rage run through your body. It was silly that you had this feeling! Lenny has been your partner for six years, you shouldn’t have feelings for him in any way shape or form but you did. Your eyes weren’t playing tricks, Anna had her lips all over his while she gripped his shoulders.

“Oh come the fuck on!” You whined as you slammed the bathroom door shut while walking into the suite. “I left for like two minutes and you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself.” Your hand flew in the air before you gripped Lenny by his shoulder and yanked him backwards from Anna who stood there with a smirk .

“Lenny darling , I think she’s jealous.” Anna licked her lips as she let out that stupid giggle.

“Don’t call him darling! We’re here to protect you, you little bitch.” Your hand struck her cheek before she could even gasp you had her arm twisted behind her back and bent over the table as her face hit the table. “I could kill you right here right now for being a trader but you have information we need! So count your blessings.” You picked her back up before slamming her face against the table again and storming out of the room making sure to give Lenny a death glare.

You stood in the hallway with one of the other agents who took notice.

“A bit worked up hmm?” He asked as you rubbed the back of your neck.

“I hate that little bitch!” You yelled loud enough that you knew she heard you. Actually anyone could hear you.

“You’re not the only one.” The agent chuckled as you laid your head on his shoulder for a minute. You sighed before patting him.

“And then I walk in and she’s all kissy face with Lenny…”

“And you’re jealous !” The agent cut you off with a smirk before you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“Me? Jealous ? No. Agent miller and I are just partners … why would I be jealous ? Because that spoiled bitch was making out with him and he won’t even look me in the eye since he walked in on me changing ?” You paced the hallway before stopping in your tracks. “SHIT!” You screamed while running your hands over your face, everyone was right. The green eyed monster was in full swing.

“Well if it will make you feel better , I overheard that Miller does find you pleasing…” You whipped your head around and stormed at him.

“When?”

“Last week, after the whole seeing you naked thing.”

“I wasn’t naked! I was going undercover in that red bikini at the strip club!”

“Same difference Y/N!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed as the other agent looked down at his watch.

“On the bright side, you two get to switch out and go relax while we watch her.” The agent patted your shoulder as he walked in with his partner while Lenny walked out with your coat in his hand.

Neither of you said a word after he handed you your coat. You put it on and walked as fast as you could into the elevator , but he caught up. The two of you stood in silence all the way until the two of you made it to the parking garage.

“Are we going to talk about what the fuck happened back there?” Lenny asked as the two of you looked for the car.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You said coldly.

“Really? Because I think there is.” Lenny grabbed your arm and pulled you back making you stumble a little.

“So I smashed that brats face into the table, she had it coming sooner or later.”

“Smashing her face because she kissed me doesn’t count as a …”

“FUCK! Okay I did it because I was jealous!” You threw your arms in the air before dragging your hands over your face. “She had no right to kiss you! She had no right to touch you!” You stood there with a pouted lip like a child. “Fuck! Listen okay, Lenny I like you a lot! I’ve known you for six years! You’ve saved my ass and I’ve saved yours. And here she comes acting like she’s known you and can just do that!”

Lenny stood there with a sly smirk.

“Don’t look at me like that! You seen me changing into a bikini last week before she came along…”

“I know I did! And I’m sure you’ve heard that I enjoyed it. Now if you calm down for a minute , let me explain…” Lenny grabbed your shoulders and looked into your eyes. “I like you a lot too. I’ve thought about you in ways I shouldn’t, but I have.” His eyes looked deep into yours as you stood there watching how his lips moved.

“Kiss me!” You whispered and Lenny listened. He closed the gap between your bodies while pressing his lips against yours. It was soft, sweet and slow at first. His lips moved down the side of your jawline making your eyes flutter close while he held his gloved hand on your throat. Lenny watched how your mouth hung open, how your eyes closed, the way your knees started to buckle, he had you where he wanted you. He stood up straight and let you go. The two of you stood there breathing heavily before he pushed you against the wall of the parking garage. His fingers traced over your lips before sliding the leather into your mouth to which you quickly wrapped your lips around it.

“See I knew you could be a good girl.”

You let go of his finger. “Don’t push your luck agent miller!” You curved your lips at him before you looked around the dark garage. You pushed your body forward against his before whispering into his ear “if you want a good girl, you’ll fuck me right here, right now!” Your lips wrapped around his ear lobe making him moan. Lenny gripped your hips and pushed you back against the pillar.

The two of you stood there looking into each others eyes before he kissed you again. This time the kiss was hot and heavy. Your hands wrapped around his body as he went down the side of your neck making sure to leave open mouth kisses and bite marks that turned a deep purple instantly. His hands fumbled with your pants, pulling them down to your ankles along with your panties. Lenny looked at you as you shivered when the cool air breezed past your wet cunt.

“I’ll take it easy on you baby.” Lenny ran his leather finger over your folds slowly before pushing it in slowly. You gasped loudly making Lenny put his hand over your mouth. His finger slowly pulled out before going back in. He used his other hand to massage your boobs through your shirt as he continued to finger you slowly. Your eyes closed in pleasure while small moans vibrated against his hands. “Being such a good girl! Letting me finger you in public like this. We both could get fired for this!” He said through gritted teeth. The sounds of your squelching echoed in the parking garage while Lenny added another finger in you at a faster pace. You felt your legs getting weak as he fingered you.

“Don’t you dare cum yet baby! I’ve barely started with you.” Lenny yanked his fingers out of you and smirked at how his gloves glistened with your wetness. Before you could protest the empty feeling he had shoved his dirty fingers into your mouth and made you suck them clean. Lenny grabbed your hips and pulled you forward. He pulled your pants for a second until he found the car. Once you were at the car, he laid you back against the hood of the car and let your pants drop again. You reached forward and undid his pants making Lenny chuckle at how eager you were.

“Fucking Christ Lenny!” You sighed in disbelief when you pulled out his cock. “I had a feeling you were big but fuck !”

“Don’t be scared of it .” He grabbed his dick and slowly pumped it. You tilted your head to the side and watched while sliding your own finger inside of you.

“Oh! Look at you playing with your pretty pussy.” Lenny raised his eyebrow at you before smacking your hand away which made you whine. “I never said to touch yourself .” You pouted your bottom lip again before he leaned down on top of you.

“Don’t be sad baby, I’m giving you what you want.” He held your face in his hands before kissing you lovingly. It was a nice kiss before he moved one hand away to guide his cock into your pussy.

“OH MY GOD!” His hand quickly covered your mouth.

“Shhh baby! I’ll give you anything you want but you gotta be quiet right now. When we’re in bed you can scream! Because god do I wanna hear you scream my name.” His cock pushed into you all the way making you whine into his hand. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as he stretched you out good. “That’s a good girl! Laying there taking my cock.” Lenny leaned down until his forehead was pressed against yours. His cock slowly started moving out of you before he smirked at you and slammed it back into you making you cry in pleasure. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he kept eye contact with you.

Lenny’s mouth hung open as he held your hip with one hand and the other hand on your mouth. He angled your hips upwards to get deeper into your wet cunt. The way you squeezed his cock with your pussy made him groan while he fucked you faster. You could feel his balls slapping against you making you more excited. The sounds of your wetness and balls slapping mixed together to echo loudly throughout the garage. At this point you didn’t care if anyone seen you. You needed this.

“Such a fucking good girl for me!” He thrusted hard on each word. Lenny pulled all the way out of you and yanked you onto your knees before rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips. You eagerly wrapped your lips around his cock and sucked. Your eyes stayed locked on his as he watched you suck your cock.

“Yeah that’s a good girl! My good girl! All mine! Do you understand?You’re my girl!” He wrapped his hands around your head and forced his cock down your throat making you gag hard enough to drool down your chin. “Fuck!! You have no reason to ever be jealous again.” He threw his head back in pleasure as the sound of you gagging excited him more. Your hand reached down while you squatted and rubbed your clit fast. Both of you were on edge.

“Baby! Fuck! You’re going to make me cum!” He whined as he pulled your mouth off his cock, Lenny admired how puffy your lips got and how the string of spit connected your lips to his cock.

“Cum for me Lenny! Please! I want to taste!” You begged before sticking out your tongue while rubbing your clit . You looked like an angel to him as you begged for his cum.

“Fuck baby!” He squeezed his cock with a loud groan. He looked into your eyes while he shot his sticky large load into your mouth. Your lips curved into a smile while he coated your tongue with his cum. “Look so pretty taking my cum!” He panted heavily as the last drop fell onto your tongue. You closed your lips and swallowed with a smile, but not for long, Lenny pulled you back up and shoved his fingers in you as you rubbed your clit. He kissed your neck as your body started to shake.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Lenny!” You cried out as your orgasm shook throughout your body. You buried your face into his neck.

“Shh shh, it’s okay baby, I got you. You did so good for me!” Lenny kissed the top of your head softly before helping you get yourself back together. Lenny leaned in and kissed you again as you helped him button up his pants.

“You don’t need to be jealous anymore. I meant it earlier when I said you’re my girl!” He wrapped his arm around you as the two of you stayed leaned against the car.

“I wasn’t jeal—-“ Lenny raised his eyebrow at you.

“Okay fine I was!” You rolled your eyes at him before he pulled you closer.

“What’s mine is mine and I don’t share baby.” Lenny held you in his arms. It took six years for the two of you to admit those feelings that both of you tried to keep pushed down, but it was worth the wait.

[dani-luminae]

"Disney's princess needs to have more diverse personalities!" Yes true, sure, but also

Disney's first three Princesses (Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora) are all graceful, sweet, like singing songs about dreams and wishes, and do not actively fight: "omg they're such anti-feminist caricatures!!!"

Disney's next princesses have more established emotions and personalities, alongside the establishment of the "I Want" song as applied to motives outside of love (exploration, adventure, making their family proud): "OMG Ariel traded her voice for a man, how stupid!" "Belle's so stuck-up!" "Jasmine's just a spoiled brat!"

Tiana's a dedicated hard worker, loves her family a lot, and wants her loved ones to be very happy even at her own expense and gets... totally ignored in this conversation, gee I wonder why

Rapunzel, Anna, and now Asha are a little bit awkward, silly, but exuberant and get written off as "stupid adorkable" despite the other tenets of their personalities setting them apart, like Rapunzel's creativity, Anna's dedication to her family, and how Asha strives to help those around her

Moana gets called a disobedient brat for seeing beyond her father's narrow-mindedness

Disney Princesses have many wonderfully different personalities. It's just that people are dedicated to misinterpreting them, and that's why I never take the "Disney Princesses need more diverse personalities!" comment at face value.

[sasheliv]

Finally made it. Future family au.

Dante and Clio. Dante is a stay at home dad and watches over kids while Cleo works as a therapist. The daughter, Aurora is quite energetic and sporty unlike her family. Her little brother, Kai is shy and prefers to stay at home with dad playing games. He enjoys reading about sea creatures and takes care of his pet fish.

Romeo. Romeo works as a shopping assistant. He had four divorces and got to take care of his little daughter, Lily. Lily is really shy, naive and sweet girl. She loves bunnies and often plays with her plush toy alone.

Brolly and Emma. Brolly draws illustrations for children's books and Emma is a manager at a bar. They have a daughter, Diane. She's usually friendly and nice to talk but she got her mama's temper so it's better not to mess with her.

Gabriel and Anna. Anna is actually the granddaughter of the old woman Gabriel helped in the first episode. So, they're married but they don't have any kiddos but they take care about lots of cats in cat cafe they own.

Kuromaku and Nicole. Kuromaku works as a design engineer and Nicole is a chemist. The older kid, Albert is awkward teen who doesn't know how to talk to people and prefers to stay at home drawing. And the younger one, Isaac is a silly bean who believes in ghosts and watches paranormal stuff.

Waru and Helen. Waru has a boring office job and at evening performs stand up comedy at Emma's bar. Helen is a stay at home mom but she occasionally makes cakes, cupcakes and other stuff to sell. A boy, Mark is a brat number one and a girl, Barbara is a brat number two. Both like to cause chaos, although Mark acts often indifferent and bored while Barbara pretends to be a sweet little angel who can do no harm.

Felix and Faina. Felix works as a teacher and his wife Faina is a journalist. Their oldest daughter, Faye is a bubbly girl who has TikTok account and tries to get popular(she fails) and twins, Raphael and Stephie who at each other's throats 24/7 but somehow still manage to coexist together.

Spade and Kira. Spade works as an auto mechanic and Kira is a music tutor. Their only son, Lucius is basically a mini Spade which leads them both bickering half of the time. Lucius is often silent and listens to music in headphones.

[scrambledsun]

Part 2 of my mouthwashing au!

His dreams are always the same. Always on the tuplar, always at that party while his mutilated crew smile and cheer for him as he cuts into a laughing curly. He can hear the words "take responsibility" over and over again. It haunts him into through out the day as well.

He's hardly ever relaxed. Mostly tired, tense, and anxious, expecting Swansea to come with an age for his head at any time of the day. It's already established that he has no social life. He works as a janitor for a rich company. He's off a disability and has a crudy prosthetic foot. often, though he's ignored. His fellow janitors dislike him to the point they don't interact with him unless they absolutely have.

In his neighborhood, he's labeled the resident basket case, so people avoid him and tell their kids to avoid him. People just get a very off-putting vibe they just can't ignore. And it doesn't help that he seems rude for no other reason than he can.

Couple that with his hair being greasy, smelling like twenty minutes of bounce that ass and booze 24/7.

That's something else he misses about curly. He was an asshole to the guy, but he always believed that deep down, he was a good person deserving of their friendship. But the thing is, curly was not only wrong, but the only person willing to dig.

A parasite can't live without a host. And little jimbo is hardly living. He's just not dying.

But one of the few things he could take comfort in was that these haunts only happened at his shitty apartment. Outside, he was somewhat safe. That is until one day, while sitting on a bench of the park not far from his place of work, trying to find some semblance of peace. Nodding off until He hears kids. Which confuses and irritates him because it was a school day, little brats were supposed to be in school. And when he looks, he sees two young kids.

One is older than the other. One the older, is running away while laughing, pale skin, black hair, and black brown sad eyes, wearing overalls with a sweater, the same color and style as... anya's

The boy giving chase and giggling had light brown skin, brunette hair, brown eyes, and a large light birthmark on their face that looked a lot like where Swansea had put daisuke out of his misery

he wore a yellow shirt with red overalls with a big embroidered hibiscus flower on the pocket.

He tried reasoning that it was a coincidence, that's all. But then he heard an adult call out, " Natsuke, Anna!" And he felt sick. When he came back to his apartment, he tried to reason that he'd probably wouldn't see them ever again it was a big city after all. But when he got to his door, he noticed people moving boxes in the empty apartment down the hall. He saw those kids again moving in their own little boxes. He promptly went inside and collapsed on his sofa. He could hear both Swansea and Curly laughing at him.

Yep, reincarnation au for my fave characters. I thought Natsuke was funny cause not-suke get it, get it! I see myself self out now.

[deadbydangit]

Taking care of them when they're sick. Killers.

Trickster, Pyramid Head, Mastermind, Huntress, Dredge (Platonic), Legion (Frank)

Trickster

Oh my God, please stop whining.

Ji-woon world's biggest baby.

If you get sick, he won't let you near him.

When he gets sick? Clingy, needy, brat.

Get me soup! I need more blankets! Don't leave me alone!

He's used to being pampered. So he expects you to do the same.

A sickening amount of cuddles. You aren't getting away.

You get sick? So what?

You get the honor of taking care of him.

When he's better, he'll be appreciative.

More snuggles, lots of kisses, lots of praise.

He may be annoying, but he really appreciates and craves attention.

Pyramid Head

He can't really get sick.

But he can get hurt.

Usually, his wounds close up pretty quickly.

But if he gets hurt real bad, he's going to need some help.

He isn't a huge fan of staying idle, so you're going to have to force him to rest.

He's very dedicated to his job, so keeping him still might prove a challenge.

Patch him up and clean his wounds.

Despite his lack of ability to show emotions or speak, it might seem like he's irritated.

He really isn't. Don't worry. It's actually a relief for him.

Oh, and, if possible, kiss the wound. That will really make his day.

As a token of appreciation, he'll pat your head and pet your hair. It isn't much, but it's how he shows his love to you.

Mastermind

Preposterous, he'd never get sick.

How dare you assume he's that weak.

He's Albert Wesker. He's the man that is going to shape the whole world in his image.

But, whether he likes it or not, he is sick.

The total opposite of Trickster.

A sick Wesker is a grouchy Wesker.

You're going to have to force him to stay in bed.

Because when this man gets sick, he really gets sick.

As independent as he wants to be, he needs help.

Because of the virus, he needs a lot more medicine than most to actually work.

Warm tea and enough medicine to drug an elephant usually does the trick.

After sleeping the full day he's usually recovered enough to start moving around again.

If you get what he gets, then of course he's going to complain.

"I was just fine on my own. Why can't you take better care of yourself? What would happen if I wasn't here?"

It's just his way of showing he cares and loves you.

Huntress

Oh, she's sick?

She never would've known

She's so used to taking care of herself that any sickness was ignored.

Anna doesn't mind how much you're taking care of you though. Even though she has no idea why you're fawning over her.

The attention and affection is more than welcome.

You might need to hide the medicine in a soup or something, because she won't take it otherwise.

She'd feel really bad if you caught whatever she had.

She would return the favor tenfold.

Home cooked soup. Hand hunted prey.

Lots of snuggles and kisses.

You're her little rabbit and she's going to take the best care of you.

Dredge (Platonic)

Probably shouldn't have eaten that.

Might've been one of the dead cows hanging from the trees in Coldwind.

Or maybe that horse?

Whatever he ate, it's making him really sick.

He's spewing up random objects that he's eaten throughout his lifetime.

A lot of objects that have been missing throughout history.

Airplanes, historical objects, some bodies, etc.

The biggest challenge with him is stopping him from eating more or everything he just spit up.

He is, quite literally, a bottomless pit. So safe to say he is hungry.

A hungry Dredge is not a happy Dredge.

After a day or so he'll be feeling better and willing to eat everything again. Just not the things that made him sick. He's learnt his lesson.

He'll find you some little trinkets to show his appreciation.

Just don't be offended if it's something gross. He's really trying.

Legion (Frank)

He's a stubborn little shit.

"I'm not sick. Shut up!"

It's going to take you and the rest of the Legion to make him take a day off.

"Fine. Whatever."

But he actually wanted to take the day off. He just couldn't let the others see him as weak and lazy.

This was all your idea.

Frank hates tea and soup. He'd rather have soda and crap food.

Well, tough, because that's not what you're eating right now.

And he does not cover his mouth when he coughs or sneezes. It's your own damned fault if you get sick.

He secretly loves all the attention and he really does feel like crap.

"Hey, I'm cold, come here."

You have no choice in that. You're going to have to snuggle with him till he falls asleep.

And, you are going to catch what he has.

He'll be the one taking care of you.

He knows he's the reason and he does feel bad.

He might not be the best at helping you, but he's really trying his best.

And it's all for you.

[i-am-xp-64]

@weirdsillycreature @astrodrawz @anna-cute-049 @victiniiiii @lovelyoliviasblog @alexfreakkkk

Hey chat! Wanna meet monster's band gang?(the after one, not the one she killed before-)

Warning: weird ass clothing, she have some unique clothing friends😅

Oh and crimes, monster is not the only one who's a lunatic among them lol-

Here we go-

Name: betta bett

Age: 32

Gender: female

Story:

Betta is a side base in the band, she also used to be a popular model before she left her hometown, betta has a skin incident happened that left brown burn marks around her body, she also has CIP (Congenital insensitivity to pain, also known as congenital analgesia), she were being abused by her old step father because of it till her mother found out and divorced him, but while the divorce were going, betta take this alone chance and ran away to another country, she's quite a cheerful person and never got so seriously mad or upset before, she were used to be monster's classmate where they were close before monstee moved away and basically run away after the murder, betta is a lot outgoing so if she comes to you, she'll be seeing you as a new friend already, but don't let those baby greens trick you, this girl beaten up a boy before, a boy who were friend's with someone who took advantage of monster

Next-

Name: oak Ottumwa

Age: 33

Gender: female

Story:

Oak is the second guitarist at the band who also is a sociopath cultist, but not from the cult you know, she has her own cult were she do sacrifices before, oak used to have a loving mother who always feeds her and loves her, basically also worked hard to heal her enough to make her live and feel like a normal human (she we're having trouble at it cause you know sociopath), till one day the mother's true side appears, she were never liked her daughter and actually try to make her fed enough for a human trafficking, luckily oak were smart as she learned this before it's too late (she were 17 back in time) she reported this and her mother got 15 years in jail for attempt human trafficking and child abuse, oak changed ever since that incident, she became dark and hateful and her sociopath side growth so cruelly, she end up starting a single cult and sacrifice rats and mices for "the one she believed", there's nothing confirmed about who this the one she believed is and she tell nothing about it unless they want to join her cult, she even cut her ex into pieces and make cury out if him (he were a little fat so she still has some cury of him-)

Next-

Name: parla penny

Age: 40

Gender: bigender (prefers she/them)

Story:

parla is the electric piano playing at the band who is also work as a bartender, her family is a lot wealthy and spoiled her a lot, but she didn't turn out as a brat lol, parla actually a lot kind and caring, she's half Russian and Mexican who raised in a city in Mexico (her mother is Mexican and her father is Russian, don't ask why, I'm not them lol), she's a father's little success who is number one at all her grades before and successfully finished college in Mexico, then at her 18th birthday, her father booked her good electric piano lessons at Russia as a gift, after years she decided to move on her own and move to where she lives rn, but due to her being from a wealthy family were a lot problem due to her neighbor who were an enemy to her family, they never liked her and treated her like a annoying brat, one day parla was half drunk after a party and were not so in a good mood, she saw the hateful notes from her neighbor sent at her door, parla lost it as she decided to end this completely, she break into the neighbor's house and killed his wife and she then kidnapped him, then at the same house she cut the wife into pieces, place her pieces in a bowl and forced the husband to eat it, she then take the guy's life off and buried him at their garden

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Name: jack Kerouac

Age: 42

Gender: male (transmasc)

Story:

Jack is the drum player at the band who's also a boxer trailer and a life guard at a local beach, he's not from a well family as he were kicked out of the house with his little sister when he were 17 after he come out to them and been taking care of by their uncle and cousins, he always try his best to be the strong one and the bestest for his little sister who he loves so much like no other, he were working two jobs and raised enough money for a gender surgery, after the surgery, he began to work even harder, he became successful at being a life guard and a boxer trainer as he were making millions (mostly from the boxer trainer job), he moved out with his sister to a new house and raised enough money for a school for her, he were met monster and others there than became a drum player, until one day after monster's sa incident and before her rxpist got arrested, he took advantage of Jack's sister one night and brutally damaged her, on that night jack were woke up with the screams of his sister, he banged on the door but it was locked, with anger and all, jack managed to break in and straight up beating up the rxpist left and right before the cops arrived and take the guy to prison, ever since then, jack been paranoid by the scene and the screams he heard, he took his sister from her school and began to home school her and always take her wherever he goes for protection ever since

And lastly

Name: amy Kerouac

Age: 11

Gender: female

Story:

Amy is Jack's little sister who's not in the band but participates there, her lower body is completely paralyzed due to a brutal sa incident, she also has talking problems where she sometimes can't even use her words, she's not mute but having big trouble talking, she's a very shy person but a lot playful when it comes to her brother, they love playing dolls and make origami together, there's not much known about amy since her brother won't let people ask too much questions because it overwhelming her a lot

That's all, hope you like them :3

[sansaorgana]

— MOM'S NIGHT OUT

🚨 This fanfic is a repost from 05 Jun 2022 from my different blog. I kept the Author's Note and everything from the fic the same as it was back then.

PAIRING — Jack Nelson x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — Jack’s wife goes out for the evening while their maid has a day off so he’s the only one to take care of his four children.

AUTHOR’S NOTE [05 Jun 2022] — I believe there was no note to this one because it was not copy-posted to my ao3? 🤔

WORD COUNT — 2,130

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

MOM'S NIGHT OUT

Jack was writing down scrupulously in his notebook with his golden fountain pen while occasionally sipping on his whiskey and scratching his chin. It was a peaceful afternoon despite the fact that the maid Paula had a day off. Jack’s wife prepared breakfast and lunch, played with their children and made sure that her husband could work on his schedule for the upcoming week in peace.

Knock-knock.

Jack looked up at the wooden door and sighed before closing the notebook.

“Yes?”

“Darling, it’s only me,” (Y/N) entered with a smile and Jack smiled back at the sight of her.

“What’s up, pussycat?” he asked.

“I’m going out,” she stated and his smile turned into a frown.

“Going out? Where? What for? Now?” he glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Jack,” she laughed softly and shook her head. “Molly invited me for the evening, I’ve been telling you about it!”

“But today…? Out of all the days you had to pick the day when Paula isn’t working?” Jack rolled his eyes.

“What is this about?” (Y/N) put her hands on her hips. “I’ve prepared the food, it’s in the fridge.”

“Yes but… What about the children?” Jack swallowed thickly.

“Oh, Jack! You put enough effort into creating them so now sacrifice a bit of your time and spend it with them!” she sighed.

“It’s not about that, (Y/N). I’m busy,” he protested.

“Well, I can’t tell Molly that I’m not coming!”

“And why not exactly?”

“Because she’s the senator’s wife, Jack! You told me to befriend her!” she huffed.

“Oh, Jesus… So Molly is her name? That annoying, loud redhead?”

“Mhm,” (Y/N) nodded. “As you can see, I will be suffering more than you this evening but it’s all about business, isn’t it?”

“Alright then,” Jack stood up from his desk. “What’s going on at her place? Some party? Will men be there?”

“No, baby, no men. Not even her husband,” she chuckled.

“Good. Go then, go. Charm her,” Jack approached his wife to place a loving kiss upon her temple. “Bring her a few bottles of the stuff we’re bootlegging.”

“Already packed it,” (Y/N) winked and Jack shook his head before placing yet another kiss.

“Well, go then. I’ll find our beloved rascals now,” Jack nodded and they both left the office. (Y/N) went to the hall and Jack headed upstairs to the nursery.

He opened the door without knocking and all four heads turned around to stare at him with widened eyes.

Patrick was the eldest and the most responsible one, then there was Connor – a troublemaker. Anna was a third child and she was a real little lady but then there was also Margaret “Maggie” Nelson – the youngest, the sweetest and the most adorable brat Jack had ever seen in his life and no amount of devilishment would make him stop seeing her as an Angel.

“Mom went out,” Jack announced, “for the evening, I mean. She’s got an important meeting.”

“Mom?” Anna asked. “It’s always you having important meetings, daddy,” she pointed out.

“Well, yes, thank you for noticing,” Jack chuckled. “This time it’s mom, though.”

“When will mommy be back?” Maggie’s huge eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, darling, no, don’t cry! I’m sure she’ll be back before you go to sleep and if not, then she will be here for breakfast,” Jack approached her to pick her up and kissed her nose to make his girl smile. “Since I have some work to do and I can’t leave you all here because I don’t trust you, troublemakers, I want you all to come downstairs and you can play on the carpet in my office.”

“That’s lame,” Connor sighed and Jack gave him a threatening look. “We can’t be loud there,” the boy explained.

“Not every game requires yelling and shouting like you always tend to do, Connor,” Jack scolded him.

“Dad’s right. We can play like gentlemen,” Patrick proposed.

“I am not a gentleman and I don’t want to be!” Connor protested.

“Enough of that! You’re getting daddy angry!” Anna crossed her arms. “Let’s go downstairs, boys,” she ordered and her older brothers followed her.

Jack blinked a few times at that odd occurence of two older boys listening to their little sister but apparently Anna got a lot after her mother.

Jack went downstairs, too, with Maggie still in his arms. She wrapped her hands around his neck and squeezed him tight.

“Daddy, can I sit on your lap when you work?” she asked sweetly.

Absolutely not, Jack though.

“Of course, dollie,” he answered. He couldn’t deny his little angel anything.

Therefore, after finding themselves inside his office, Jack sat Maggie on his lap and opened the notebook while his other children sat down on the carpet and opened one of the board games.

“You can talk but quietly,” Jack told them and they nodded.

“What are you doing, daddy?” Maggie asked in a high-pitched voice filled with innocence and curiosity when he started to write.

“This is my schedule for the upcoming week. Please, Margaret, be quiet.”

“Can you read it out loud for me? I can’t read yet!” she pouted.

“No, I cannot. It’s not for children,” Jack sighed.

“You’re a cheater!” Patrick screamed suddenly. “Connor, we aren’t playing even for a minute and you’ve already cheated! You’re unbelievable!”

“You’re such a brat, Connor!” Anna agreed.

“Hey! Told you to be quiet!” Jack scolded them.

“But dad, Connor’s a dirty cheater!” Patrick pointed his finger at his younger brother.

“Nothing wrong about a little cheating,” Jack leaned back on his leather armchair and laughed as Patrick and Anna furrowed their brows. “You just gotta know how to do it so others won’t find out.”

“Cheating is always bad,” Patrick stated and crossed his arms.

“Says who?” Jack raised an eyebrow.

“Says Miss Matthews at school!”

“Oh God,” Jack rolled his eyes and Maggie started to play with his tie. “Some Miss Matthews is not a person whose advice you should follow. She’s not your parent,” Jack told him. “The whole system is not fair so why would you be? Those who are the victims of the system have every right to cheat.”

“I don’t understand but I am the victim of the system,” Connor grinned.

“No, you’re not! Daddy meant poor people and you’re not poor!” Anna pointed out while Jack squinted his eyes at her. She was the only one who had understood what he had been talking about.

“I am treated poorly in this house!” Connor insisted.

“Hey, enough of that,” Jack kissed Maggie’s forehead and stood up carefully before leaving her on his armchair. “No one’s treating anyone poorly in this house,” he emphasized and leaned in to kiss the top of Anna’s head, then to ruffle his boys’ hair. “How about I teach you how to play chess?”

“Boring!” Connor winced.

“No, it’s not! I want to learn!” Patrick’s eyes sparkled.

“Well, son, then I’ll teach you another time and now we have to find something you all will like,” Jack winked at him.

“Let’s play with dolls, please!” Anna made puppy eyes at her father. “I have dolls for boys, too.”

“Dolls for boys?” Jack tilted his head while laughing.

“Mom bought me a few gentlemen dolls so my dolls have nice husbands!”

“Oh, okay. Well, I doubt Patrick and Connor would like to play with them,” Jack pointed out.

“No, daddy, they love playing with my dolls!” Anna told him and Jack looked down at his sons. They pursed their lips. “I’ll go get them!” Anna ran out of the office.

“Be careful!” Jack shouted after her and then he heard a childish giggle. When he turned around, his heart stopped in his chest for a while. Maggie was drawing in his notebook.

“For God’s sake, Margaret!” he hurried to the desk and took the notebook from her rapidly. It was all ruined now as she left a little butterfly or a little flower on every single page while staining her little hands with the ink of his fountain pen. “Now I have to throw it away,” he put the notebook down loudly and gave her a stern look. She only smiled innocently.

“You can keep it, daddy. You will think of me when you have your meetings,” she batted her eyelashes.

“Maybe I will,” Jack sighed and then he sighed again after seeing the state his fountain pen had been in. She broke it. “Well, let’s go wash your hands, little lady,” he extended his hands and Maggie jumped out of the armchair and ran to her father, pressing her hands to his trousers. “Thank you so much, Maggie. Not only do I need a new notebook and a pen but also a new pair of trousers.”

She didn’t say anything and Jack gritted his teeth because he didn’t want to get angry at her and raise his voice. He took her by her hand and they went to the bathroom. He spent a good fifteen minutes trying to get the ink out of the little girl’s fingers, hands and even elbows. When they were back in his office, Anna, Patrick and Connor were already playing with the dolls on the carpet.

“Give me back my bloody money!” Connor screamed while moving his doll, which had been a little man in an elegant suit.

“Over my dead body, you goon!” Patrick moved his doll, which looked almost identical.

“Oh please, don’t fight! I cooked you some pasta!” Anna squealed while raising her doll’s hands up in the air.

“Shut up woman, your brother owes me money,” Connor barked at her.

“Don’t tell her to shut up, you rat!” Patrick’s doll attacked Connor’s.

“Hey, be careful! They costed mom a lot, don’t break them!” Anna raised her voice.

“I see you’re all having fun,” Jack chuckled as his older children froze. “Nice. Can I join?”

“Yes but only if you play with a girl doll because I don’t want to be the only girl in the game, it’s no fun,” Anna insisted.

“What about Maggie?”

“She’s too little to play with dolls. She can’t create fun scenarios,” Anna explained.

“Maggie only watches,” Patrick nodded.

“Well, alright,” Jack rolled his eyes and crouched down on the carpet. Maggie followed him, intrigued. “If we play, we don’t use bad words, you hear me?”

“Look who’s talking!” Connor laughed.

“I should have grounded you for your language so you should be grateful for me not mentioning it,” Jack gave him a stern look and his son shut his mouth. “Which doll, baby?” Jack glanced at Anna.

“Whichever you want.”

Jack picked one of them and his kids giggled.

“What’s wrong with this one?”

“Nothing, daddy, we just think this one looks the most like mom,” Anna smiled at him and Jack smiled back while caressing the doll's ruffled hair. “Can our dolls be sisters?”

“Absolutely,” Jack smiled at her.

When (Y/N) came back home it was very late and all the lights at home were off. Surprisingly, even the ones at her husband’s office. She took her shoes off quietly and went upstairs to check on her children but to her surprise the boys weren’t in their room and the girls weren’t in theirs.

(Y/N) became anxious but she decided to check her and her husband’s bedroom before alarming the whole neighborhood about her family’s mysterious disappearance.

When she opened the door quietly, she sighed out of relief at the sight of all her children curled up in bed in their pajamas. Jack was there, too, with Maggie sleeping on his chest. He was snoring as usual – something that had been driving (Y/N) crazy was completely ignored by their children.

She smiled to herself and tip-toed to the bathroom to take her makeup off and change her clothes. After that she tried to carefully get under the cover, too, but she woke up her husband instead. Jack looked at her with one eye lazily opened.

“Is there enough space for me?” she asked in a whisper.

Jack moved very slowly, making sure not to wake any of the kids up. When (Y/N) got under the cover, too, it was extremely uncomfortable but he didn’t say a word about it.

“Did you have fun?” he asked in a whisper.

“No. It was a drag but she thinks I’m charming,” (Y/N) sighed.

“Good.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes, I did,” Jack nodded and closed both of his eyes. “Goodnight.”

“I’m very proud of you, Jack. Goodnight,” (Y/N) smiled and closed her eyes as well.

“Baby…”

“Hm?” she hummed in response, already half asleep.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” she asked, surprised.

“For my children.”

MASTERLIST

[honeyxbunny99]

Sandor Clegane~ The Bitch and The Hound pt. 6

TW:fucked up SA

You awoke to birdsong and turned over, hoping to find your love in bed with you once again. Your hand wandered the sheets beside you blindly and you sighed heavily, blinking your eyes open to disappointment. Alone again. You started to feel sorry for yourself but quickly remembered Sandor would return to you tonight. You smiled to yourself before breaking into a giggle and hiding your face in your hands. The joy that this big brute of a man brought you was unbelievable, especially considering how initially he struck you with such fear. You rolled around in bed all morning, considering the events of your life that had led you to this point. Though you were far from the princess your father had trained you to be, as you looked around the simple but large room, in your soft pampered sheets, knowing that your handmaiden and best friend would be coming in any minute, and you felt like royalty. Sandor would make an excellent king, and you his loyal queen.

Eventually your daydreams of Sandor in a crown and fancy clothes wore off and you sat up, impatiently waiting for Anna. Time passed. You dressed yourself simply, remembering that you were supposed to stay in your room and act depressed from now on. After dressing, you strolled over to the bell and rang it, beginning to grow concerned on why Anna hadn’t shown up yet. You waited 10 minutes. 20. You began to wring your hands together, chewing on the inside of your cheek in anxiety. Finally you decided to approach the door, and you were surprised when your heart beat rapidly against your chest at the idea of opening it. Still, you persisted, opening the door just a crack.

You looked around the hall, seeing no one, and fearfully began your trek to the servant’s quarters. You tried to think of every possibility that could explain her absence, and none of them were good. Worst of all, you considered her betrayal. Was she being rewarded right now for exposing your happiness? What if everything Sandor feared or Petyr might have implied was true; she was placed in your service to spy on you.

Finally you reached the hall that housed the royal servants and came upon a young boy carrying wrinkled linens. “Boy,” you reached a hand out to face him to you gently and he immediately bowed his head, then glancing up and raising his head in curiosity. “Is Anna in that room?”

His face twitched in confusion and his eyes scanned your face for clues.

“She has short brown hair, freckles across her nose, a little shorter than me—“

“I know Anna.” He interrupted, but did not continue fast enough for your anxieties. You huffed and suppressed an eye roll.

“And?”

“One of the guards took her just as the dawn was coming. Think his name’s Trant.” He dropped casually, turning and beginning to walk away. You cut him off, holding your hands out to stop him again.

“Where did he take her? Why?!”

“You’re Anna’s girl, are ya?” He looked you up and down. “I can tell cause you’re pretty… how old are ya, love?”

You scoffed in surprise, though his lack of alarm did soothe your fears a bit. If he wasn’t worried about her, perhaps you shouldn’t be either. The boy couldn’t be more than 12, dark hair and eyes to match, crooked grin expanding as he ogled you.

“Too old for you. Did she go willingly?”

“Put it to ya this way, milady, nothing a slave does is willing.”

“You are not a slave—“

“Oh that’s right, you lot call em servants now. That must feel nicer to your pampered ears than slave.”

He continued on with his rambling and your eye began to twitch in frustration. “Where is she, you little brat!”

“Happy to take you to her.” A new voice said from behind you. Your shoulders jumped up in fright and your head whipped around to find Meryn Trant, the man that struck you the first time he’d seen you. Your mouth opened and shut. The way he was looking at you, the knowledge that he’d taken Anna— everything in that moment made you want to run fast and far. His smirk nauseated you, and you felt as though his offer to escort you wasn’t merely a suggestion. He could take you willingly, or he could drag you by your hair. You took a deep breath and walked towards him. He followed closely behind you the entire time, directing you when you needed to turn. At last you were stopped in front of a grand door with guards on either side. You heard weeping on the other side and you felt as though you heart was about to beat right out of its cage. The guards opened the doors and Sir Meryn pushed you in with a hard shove in between your shoulders.

The first thing you saw was Joffrey laying down on his small couch, legs crossed, and a bloody dagger touching his lips, as if in thought. He turned to see you and smiled wickedly. The weeping continued from somewhere you couldn’t see. Joffrey sat up and jogged over excitedly to you. You flinched and stepped back only to bump into Trant, who roughly grabbed hold of your arms.

“Thank you for this gift.” Joffrey couldn’t hold back his smile as he grabbed your face in his hands, looked you in the eyes and patted your cheek twice. He stepped back and admired you. “Your face healed up nicely, it’s such a disappointment I didn’t break your nose… But,” he laughed lightly as your eyes watered. “you’ve blessed me with another opportunity. Bring her back in!” He called to the next room.

A large knight dragged Anna’s body back in by her leg and she screamed as her dress ran up to reveal her nakedness. As she screamed she held a blood soaked cloth to her mouth. He dropped her leg when she was in the middle of the room and went to stand behind the king. Anna crumpled her body up into a ball and she shook as her body wracked with violent sobs. You struggled to free yourself from Maryn’s grip and yelped when he kicked out the back of your knees, causing you to buckle down to the floor.

“Let her go, Sir Meryn , she needs to see her most loyal ally.” Just like that, at Joffrey’s command, you fell forward, catching yourself and instantly crawling over to Anna. You could feel the hot tears running down your face but you were silent as you tried to see her. She covered her face in her hands and flinched when you tried to remove them. When you finally did you let out an uncontrollable gasp. You stared back into her bloodshot eyes, one swollen and bruised, the snot and blood and tears mixing together in the lower half of her red face. And as she opened her mouth to cry out to you, you finally saw the severed black and red stub in her mouth where her tongue was supposed to be. “Oh Gods help her!!” You screamed, though you could not take your eyes off her. Your vision went hazy with tears and you felt like you were going to faint but you clung on to each other desperately, burying your face in her neck.

Over your combined wailing, you heard Joffrey say, “It was her suggestion, actually. Though I don’t think she ever considered I’d follow through with it, the fool.” He snickered and threw something at you. You couldn’t bear to look, shutting your eyes tightly against her skin as you prayed for this to all be some nightmare. “That is what loyalty to anyone other than your King will get you.”

The doors opened again behind you and you cried louder in fear.

“Ah, just the dog I wanted to see.”

You gasped at his words and your head shot up to look for Sandor. He was stood looking disheveled, eyes bulging at the sight of you and Anna, though he made no move towards you.

“I found your bitch for you, do not fear. She is completely safe with me.” He assured. “You’re probably wondering why I called you both here.” You could not take your eyes off of your husband, and Anna climbed into your lap on the floor and trembled against you like a freezing child. You began to pet her hair instinctively, trying not to hyperventilate. Kill him. Kill him. Kill everyone in this room.

“I heard the most awful, wonderful news this morning. Even before breakfast, I had a visitor who told me possibly the worst romance story I’ve ever heard. And it was starring the two of you. The Bitch and the hound, hearts in their eyes… She begged for your cock just last night didn’t she? Told you she loved you?”

At this, Sandor’s hand went to his sword but before he could pull it out Sir Meryn already had his own at his throat. Clegane’s eyes did not shift towards the knight or the threat at his neck. His hand remained on the hilt, and his eyes glared daggers at Joffrey. “Don’t be a fool, dog. No more foolish than you’ve been until this point… I gave you a gift, my only request was that you play rough with it…” you heard Joffrey’s footsteps approach you; every sound felt amplified and there was a constant buzzing in your ears. He grabbed you by the hair and shook your head around. “I want her broken!!” He tossed you to the floor and marched up to Sandor as he continued. “Is that too much to ask?! She must be punished, and you!!” He snarled and panted, point a finger in Sandor’s face. “You need a reminder of the cruelty you are to inflict. I’ve no use for a eunuch for a protector, Clegane!..Let’s find your balls today.” He declared, stepping away.

“Stand up, bitch!” Joffrey demanded right beside you. You shook but could make no other movements. Joffrey leaned down and shouted right in your ear, and the buzzing shifted to ringing. “I said stand up!!” Your body acted against your will and you stood up, Anna clinging onto your legs and trying to pull you back down. You knees locked and you looked down at the tiles beneath your feet. Beside your right foot you saw what was left of Anna’s tongue. Your tears were drying on your face now and you sniffled up the remainder of your snot.

“Hit her.” You heard Joffrey slump back down on the couch behind you. You couldn’t bear to look up. “Has love made you deaf as well as dumb?” Still nothing from across the room. “It’s 6 against one, dog, should you decide to remove that sword. Perhaps you could kill majority… but all the knights in the red keep? And before anyone could slit your wife’s throat? Unlikely…” Joffrey sighed. “It is regrettable your brother being on duty with my grandfather. He really is the man for this sort of job. I’ve sent word for him, regardless, as I’m sure he’ll want to have his way with her when he returns triumphant from this war.”

The sound of heavy boots stepped towards you rapidly and suddenly you were slapped hard across the cheek. You whimpered and covered the sting with your palm. Your eyes drifted up to the face of your abuser and saw the love of your life. His eyes bore down mean into yours and you swore you could feel your heart breaking. Your eyes shot down to the floor again, focusing in on Anna’s tongue. Never again would she be able to joke, or advise, or kiss properly. And never again would you be able to trust Sandor Clegane to protect you from harm.

“Women slap. I said hit her. Go on, she can take it. Apparently she can take a lot— the whore can handle you. I want to see how far you can bend her before she breaks. Consider it an order, your final orders if you refuse. I’m happy to have both your heads decorate the gates outside along with all the other traitors.”

Sandor’s boot suddenly stomped on Anna’s tongue and she cried out louder, reaching for his pants, though he kicked her hand away. He raised your chin with a rough hand and tried to make you look at him but your eyes stayed downcast. He didn’t deserve to see your eyes. Knuckles collided with your cheek bone so hard you fell back down to the ground. He spit at you and you felt it land in your tangled hair.

He sniffed and rested his hands on his belt. His voice came out dark and casual. “We done here? She’s a stupid girl with fantasies of a prince. Are you blaming me for liking my cunt wet?”

Your face felt broken, but somehow his words hurt more. You curled up into a ball and somehow in spite of all she’d been through, Anna threw herself over you in a protective huddle.

“Didn’t take much from me to have her begging. Go on and give her to Gregor, or any man here for that matter and the bitch’ll say she’s in love... But I don’t get paid to beat women for your amusement; I believe that’s Ser Meryn’s forte.”

There was a great long silence and for a moment you believed time was standing still.

“You may be right, hound… But there is one order you have not followed through on… I told you to break her in rough. I want to ensure here and now that all her fantasies of princes and sweetness are demolished.” Joffrey’s footsteps haunted your ears and you covered them. “You’re going to use this.”

Joffrey thrust forward a metal baton and Sandor looked it over, trying hard to hide his disgust and shock. “She’s taken enough of a beating, get someone else to do it.”

“You wish someone else to fuck your wife? Very well.”

You shuddered again at the thought of anyone else, or anything else, penetrating you and began to sob loudly on the floor. “Tie her to the bed.”

“No!” You screamed. This was a nightmare! This was a hell! You had to wake up! You banged your head on the floor in desperation before you felt multiple sets of hands rip you away from Anna and bring you to the bed. There were already bindings atttached to the 4 corners of the bedframe, so it didn’t take long to get you spread and locked down in spite of your struggle. “Please! Please!”

“Is this how she begs for you?” Joffrey mocked. “Who wants the first go?”

“I’ll take her on—“ A guard you did not know spoke out and reached out for the baton. You watched the hound shove the man’s helmet violently and growl, ripping the baton away from his king. The way he held it back you still had hope that he might strike Joffrey, kill every man in this room and escape with you somehow. But he didn’t. He towered over Joffrey, who showed the smallest hint of fear, and growled out “She’s mine.”

He marched over with the baton. He can’t do this to me! Even if he hates me he can’t do this to me!

“Take off her clothes.” Joffrey stalked around the bed to get a better view.

The Hound looked down at you in disgust and you whimpered and screwed your eyes shut, chest heaving with your sobs. You felt his weight shift the bed and in seconds your dress and underclothes were ripped off of you at the seams. It was useless to try to close yourself off, your ankles were tied so far apart, but your body still tried to twist and hide. You heard the hound spit and then his hand was on the scar on your inner thigh. Suddenly, cold, wet metal was at your entrance and you gasped at the contact. Anna wailed as it penetrated you and your eyes opened in shock. You watched Sandor Clegane slide the metal into you deeply and twist it around. When he pulled it out, you felt your insides would come along with it. You couldn’t help but scream and cry, and your eyes focused on Joffrey, as if he was the one doing this to you. It was too much to bare; the knowledge that your husband was raping you.

“Please stop! I beg you!” You managed out between screams, but the pain continued. “I loved you!” You whispered, voice gone sore like you’d never felt. At this, the thrusting inside you slowed for a moment and you were greatful for the relief. Then it was back faster than ever and eventually you felt completely numb. The world around you moved in slow motion and you felt your life slipping away. And then you were empty.

There were more male voices after that but you could not begin to comprehend a word anyone was saying. Eventually you were untied, though your limbs remained where they were. You feared if you moved at all, you would shatter to pieces. You were lifted up by some knight and carried a great distance, throughout the keep naked, until you reached the outside world. Your eyes burned looking at the sky but your face was frozen; you couldn’t even be sure you were still breathing. Finally you were laid down on stone and straw and the guard left you. Wheerever you were smelled of piss and shit and meat. Slowly, your eyes drifted to their right corner and your head followed suit when you saw a large dog in the corner. You slid your arm upward across the stone floor and when you could see your hand, you motioned as if you had food. Maybe this hound will finish the job. You prayed for death as the dog stood and approached. He sniffed your hand, then your face, and began to lick the saltiness the tears had left behind. Yes. Eat me. You looked into the dog’s eyes to communicate your message but he did not receive it. Instead he licked you once more and settled to lay down beside your head, curling up in a ball, his back still touching your hand.

You wept.

You slowly pulled yourself up when the tears ran dry again and winced loudly at the pain movement brought you. Your cunt felt like it was on fire, your insides scrambled. You looked between your legs and saw blood on your thighs, and on your wrists and ankles, matching creases from you pulling too hard. You were in a kennel with, as you counted, 20 dogs. This was the proper punishment for a bitch like you. You were surprised this wasn’t Joffrey’s first choice of punishment for you on that fateful day. If you would have gone straight to the kennels, you would not have a broken heart and a broken body.

Falling in love with a man, trusting him completely, and then watching him torture you because a boy your age told him to, was a punishment you could not fathom. It was your fault, all your fault. Anna was mutilated because of you. Your family would likely suffer further consequences because of you. You would either die or go savage like your barking roommates, because of you. Because you chose to love The Hound. Whatever you saw in him before was a lie, a manipulation. “Are you blaming me for liking my cunt wet?” He’d said. Everything he did was designed so he could use you. And you fell for the whole thing; thought you were saving him and you could truly live happily ever after. Joffrey was right.

You starved that day and struggled to sleep through the night. When you closed your eyes, you saw him assaulting you. You huddled in a corner, dog on your naked lap, and began to sing softly to distract yourself. A song you’d sing when you were taking care of your sister— written when you were little and full of comforts you’d always wanted.

I will take good care of you I will take good care of you Everything you feel is good If you would only let you I will wash your hair at night And dry it off with care I will see your body bare And still I will live here

So stay with me Hold my hand There's no need To be brave

And all the quiet nights you bear Seal them up with care No one needs to know they're there For I will hold them for you

Cause' all I ever wanted is here All I ever wanted All I want is Always you It's always you

And we're not out of the tunnel I bet you though there's an end

Stay with me Hold my hand There's no need To be brave

And while you sleep I'll be scared So by the time you wake I'll be brave I'll be brave I'll be brave

The hounds quieted around you during your singing, and you relaxed back against the stone as much as you could. Your eyes finally shut and all your pain disappeared.

Another hound just outside of the kennels was slumped, drunk, and listening to your song as well. He wept silently for you, for himself, for the monster he had become to you.