#get a grip fr it takes about two seconds to switch it up

[tamingicarus]

this is the most embarrassing writing i’ve read in my life

[moodywyrm]

i think a lot about being the first to please abby. like we start dating but decide to not have sex for a little bit, bc we both really like each other and i’ve heard it’s good to let the relationship settle a bit before sex so it doesn’t blind you. maybe a month or two in (god idk if i could wait that long), we finally get busy in bed.

abby being the top she is (i think she’s a switch fr but i know that woman just lovesssss to please), insists on making me finish first with her fingers alternating between massaging my clit and pumping in and out of me. after i finish, we’re making out and i trail my hands down to her pussy and ask if i can touch her. she kinda smiles.

“you don’t have to touch me, baby, don’t worry about me. i’m used to just taking care of people.” i would fr just furrow my brow and slide my hand across her hip.

“i really wanna make you feel good, abs. y’so pretty.”

and so she nods. after plenty of touching and teasing and pulling whines out of her, i’d end up suckling at her clit, two fingers massaging her g-spot, making her cum all over my face (i hc abby as an occasional squirter, and she would in this moment). she’d drag me up to her face and kiss me, hard. hands grabbing, tongue laving. and then she’d start to cry. big, heaving sobs.

“abby, honey? what’s wrong, angel?”

she’d bury her face in my neck and cry while i stroked her hair and naked back, nails scratching gently to soothe her. a few minutes would pass, i’d just hold her in my arms and press kisses to her hairline, waiting until she was ready to talk to me.

her pretty blue eyes would meet mine. “i…i’ve been with a man and plenty of women before…”

i’d nod, stroking the tears from her cheeks.

“not one single person has ever gone down on me. no one has ever even tried to make me feel good. all the women, especially, just wanted me to top them. which i don’t mind, i usually prefer it, but…they just wanted to use me.”

i’d bump her nose with mine and kiss her forehead.

“but you…it’s different with you. i feel so fucking safe with you. i don’t want to scare you by saying the L word too soon, but…”

“i love you.” i would immediately say to her.

tears would prick at her eyes again, her grip around my waist tightening.

“fuck, i love you so much.”

tldr: abby anderson deserves her pussy pleased and her body kissed and her titties sucked and i am the mf one

baby I love you so much oh my GOD. I am also the mf one. two mouths two titties. we can share.

I have so many thoughts about this. because we all watched the boat scene. some of us more than once (me, sorry, her titties look so good and suckable). Owen didn't even fucking try to please her. So I'm gonna extrapolate because I Don't Like Him. He never really focused on pleasing her when they were together. Got himself off and that was it. So Abby, already, was under the assumption that her pleasure was never gonna be the focal point of any sexual interaction. And when she starts having sex with women, it doesn't get much better. All the girls she hooks up with are bottoms who want to be taken care of, which like, no shame! But she kind of got pushed into the position of a stone top, which, again fair to anyone who wants to be stone top but she didn't really want to. So by the time she gets with you, she's kind of scared that it will be the same but she also loves you so fucking much, she wants to please you.

So the night you two sleep together for the first time, two months in, she's ready and eager to please. Fingers you open, eats you out so fucking good it makes you black out for second, and she sees how tired you are so she assumes it's over. And a part of her is a little bit heartbroken because she hoped it would be different. She's about to pull away to deliver aftercare when you grab her hands and pull her back to you, flipping positions so she's laying back on the bed.

She's laughing like "What? What's up baby?" and you're like??? what??? your turn baby??? and she just Pauses.

Sits you both up, looks you in the eyes and she looks so sincere when she speaks. "Baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, I'm okay just pleasing you" and you're like :(

"Abigail, I want to please you. If you let me, of course, but just know I really want to. God, I really fucking want to." And you're pressing a kiss to her lips, looking for her approval. When she nods, you're fucking ecstatic, easing her back onto the bed and kissing down her body, stripping her sports bra off and sucking at her nipples, humming at the soft moans she's letting out. You're trailing lower and lower, kissing down her tummy and her happy trail, until your face is level with her covered pussy.

"Can I take these off?" You ask, leaving soft kisses on her soft inner thighs, fingers thumbing at the band of her boxers. She nods, giving you a lil "mhm", her breath hitching when you pull them down, exposing her pretty cunt to the room.

And she's fucking gorgeous. Glistening in the low light, coated in slick and so needy, her swollen, blushing clit peaking out from her folds when you spread her open with your thumbs, her hole clenching and gushing out more wet. Abby's face is flushed red, not used to having someone down there. The feeling of your hands on her is so different from her own touch, but so good. You can see her twitching, throbbing and clenching without having been touched yet, and you can't believe she thought you would just leave her like this.

You lean in, licking from her achey hole to her clit, sucking it into your mouth and practically making out with her cunt. You're moaning into her, because god she tastes so fucking good, you don't think you'll ever get enough. And the sounds she's making? Heavenly. She's whimpering, panting and whining out your name, hands clawing at the sheets beneath her.

"F-fuck baby, thank you, mmm so fucking good baby" And she's whining, writhing under you, hands clawing at the sheets beneath her. What she doesn't know is it gets so much better. Because yeah, she's experimented with fingering herself before, but she could never get it quite right. She never really knew if she'd like it, until you push two fingers into her, slow and steady, curling and readjusting until you hear Abby yelp, her hips bucking into you. You rub against that gushy, sensitive patch inside of her, smiling against her clit when she starts whining so much more, her voice breathy and needy and so fucking pretty.

"Shit, shit, baby, sweetheart, so fucking good, please, please, 'm gonna cum, fuck" And you go even harder, sloppily making out with her clit, the noises from between her legs making her so warm and red and lightheaded, the pressure building and building until she snaps. She yells, thighs twitching and clenching against your head, squirting against you. Her pussy throbs and leaks around your fingers, your tongue lapping up every drop you can get.

You ease her down from her orgasm, leaving one final, sweet kiss on her clit before moving back up to her and kissing her bottom lip, yelping when her hands pull you into her. She sits you both up, kissing you hard, and you get so caught up in the kiss that it takes a second to register that there are tears on her face.

"Shit, Abigail, baby, what's wrong?" You pull away, cupping her face in your hands and wiping away the tears as they come. She's sniffling, giving you a sad little smile and kissing the heel of your hand.

She grabs one of your hands, kissing the knuckles and holding it in both of hers, "It's just... you're the first person who's ever, I don't know, cared? About my pleasure, I mean. Everyone else just kinda got off and then left. You took care of me"

You frown, kissing the hands wrapped around yours and then pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose. "I'm so sorry baby, that's not fair to you, not if that wasn't the agreement. I want to make you feel good, for as long as you let me. I will always, always, want to take care of you."

"Thank you baby, I just... you make me feel so safe. And happy. And I don't know if it's too soon to say it because I don't want to scare you away, but ..."

"Abigail, I love you." And you pull her back into you, kissing her so gently that the tears start again. You trail your hands up her back, toying with the hair at the base of her neck, making her shiver at the sweetness of your touch. Her own hands are on your back, massaging your hips, trailing all over your body.

"I" smooch "love" sniffle "you" smooch "sweetheart," and she's planting little kisses all over your face, making you giggle as you say it back, the two of you going back and forth with little "I love you"s, feeling so warm and fuzzy and content and loved.

I need her so bad you don't understand she is my wife my baby my shnookiepoo

[galactickle]

What's My Age Again?

Chapter 1

Charlie Kelly x reader

Summary: a charlie kelly high school fic where the reader is Mac's sister, thats it.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Masterlist

*High School, Freshman Year*

The hallways of Notre Dame de Namur were full of chatter and happiness, most of the girls being excited to be back at school with their friends. Dee trudged through the groups of girls, trying to be as invisible as one could be with a full back brace. She stops in front of her locker, sighing with the realization that it is a bottom one.

“Excuse me, are you gonna open your locker? Because I need to get to mine,” a girl interrupts Dee’s self-deprecating thoughts.

“Oh! Go ahead, mine is on the bottom, I don’t think I’ll be able to get into it anyways,” Dee forced a smile, stepping back. The girl frowns at her.

“How about we switch?” the girl hands her a slip of paper with the locker combination. Dee’s shock showed in her face, no one at her old school had ever been so kind to her, nodding as she takes the paper and pulls out her paper, handing it to the girl. She smiles in return and shifts off to the side, waiting patiently for Dee to put her stuff in her locker.

*High School, Sophomore Year*

Y/N walked through the halls, head held high, as she laughed along with the other girls from the soccer team. Out of the corner of her eye, a flash of light reflecting off metal grabs her attention, prompting her to excuse herself from the group. Rushing down the hall, she easily catches up with Dee, “We still on for tonight?” she asks the taller blonde girl.

Dee jumps slightly, but smiles when she sees it’s just Y/N, “Yeah! I think my brother is having his Mac and Charlie over again too, but I’ll tell him to leave us alone.”

Y/N smiles, but feels heat slowly rising up her neck, “Thanks.”

That evening, Y/N spent a little longer in the mirror adjusting her looks than she’d ever admit. “Y/N!” her brother yelled from down the hall. Y/N rushed to finish packing her bag, shoving random items in at the last second. “Y/N, c’mon we gotta go,” Mac burst into her room.

“Hey! Ever heard of knocking?” she throws a hairbrush at him. He easily caught it and brought it back to her, knowing she intended to pack it.

“We still have to pick up Charlie,” Mac urges, “Hurry up!”

“Fine! Fine!” Y/N yells, shoving a random pair of pajamas into her bag, “I’m ready, let’s go!”

“Finally!” Mac cheers, running to his room to grab his bag.

“Bye Mom!” Y/N and Mac yell in unison as they exited the house, hopping in the car.

“I still can’t believe you , of all people, like going to sleepovers,” Y/N wonders aloud as Mac drives towards Charlie's house.

“Hey, hey, they are not sleepovers , hey are hang outs,” he argued.

“Sure, sure, whatever it is, you and Charlie never used to do it before Dennis,” Y/N states.

“I could say the same thing about you and Dee,” Max raises an eyebrow, looking in your direction.

Y/N holds her hands up in surrender. “Okay, touché.”

When Charlie stepped onto the porch, locking eyes with her, Y/N instantly felt her cheeks flush. She looked away quickly, while Charlie said goodbye to his mom and locked the door.

“Hey hey heyy!” He exclaims as he slides into the back seat.

“What is up man?” Mac questions.

“Oh nothing much, nothing much…” Charlie’s voice trails off as he observes Y/N.

“Alright! Let’s get this show on the road!” Mac brushes it off.

At the Reynolds house, Dennis and Dee greet the trio.

“Hello, Y/N, looking lovely as ever,” Dennis flirts.

Y/N gives him a tight-lipped smile, “Thanks,” and before she could say anything else, Dee was dragging her up the stairs to her room.

“I have got to talk to you,” Dee says, her grip still holding onto Y/N when they reach her room. When the door closed, Dee was instantly rambling, she never talked much at school, but when the two girls were alone, Dee confided just about everything in the other girl. “So, I was at physiotherapy and I saw Matty-” Y/N smiled sweetly as she listened to her friend, she adored the love those two had for each other, and she always told Dee to say something to him about it but she never did.

Later that night, Y/N stood from her spot on Dee’s bed stretching, “I think I’m gonna grab another pop, do you want one?” she asked, as Dee paused the movie.

“No, I’m good, but help yourself!”

Y/N nodded and left the room. She skipped down the staircase and admired the art on the walls- the Reynolds house was much more fancy than their house, the only thing that decorated their walls were water stains and cracks. She turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs, a smile on her face, and when she entered the kitchen, she only saw that the fridge door was open, and couldn’t tell who was behind it. Before she could get her bearings the fridge door closes, revealing Charlie, pop can in his hand and chips in the crook of his arms. For the third time that day Y/N began to get redder than her natural colour.

“Hey,” she squeaked out.

“H-” cough, “Hey.”

Y/N gestures towards the fridge.

“Oh, yeah, go ahead,” he goes to move out of the way, but so does Y/N and they end up going back and forth a few times, before they smile at each other sheepishly and Charlie successfully steps around Y/N, “Bye.”

“Bye,” she glances back to see him still standing in the doorway, he nods and continues to the living room.

In the living room, Charlie plops down on the couch next to Mac.

“Who were you talking to?” Dennis asks, eyeing Charlie suspiciously.

“Oh, Y/N was in there, we ran into each other, it was kind of funny,” Charlie shrugs, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, popping open the bag of chips. Dennis perked up at Charlie's words, earning him a glare from Mac.

“Really?” Dennis stands, straightening out his shirt.

“Dude,” Mac complains weakly, but it’s too late and Dennis is already making his way to the kitchen.

Y/N grabs a Sprite and examines the other contents of the fridge, sighing, she closes the door and exits the kitchen. As she rounds the corner she nearly collides with someone else, they reach out and grab both of her arms firmly. Y/N tries to step back, but the arms keep her close.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there,” Dennis’ voice rang in her ears.

“It’s cool,” she tries her best to smile back at him, but he’s so close their faces almost graze, so she opts to look away.

“What brings you all the way down here?”

“Just grabbing a pop,” she attempts to show him, but his arm is still in the way, holding onto her.

She was racking her brain for a way to get him to leave her alone when someone spoke up from behind Dennis, “C’mon Dennis!” Charlie rounds the corner from the living room “Mac really wants to start the movie…” Dennis turns slightly, loosening his grip just enough for her to slip loose.

Y/N shoots Charlie a look of thanks, “Yeah, Dennis, you should get back,” she pats him on the shoulder awkwardly, before turning and running up the stairs.

“What the hell dude!” she hears, followed by the sound of a smack.

As Y/N reached Dee’s room, she pulled open the door aggressively, closing it quickly behind her. “What took you so long?” Dee asks.

“I have to tell you a secret,” Y/N sighs, flopping down on Dee’s bed.

“What? I thought I knew all your secrets?”

Y/N shook her head lightly, “Not all of them,” Dee looked at the girl expectantly, “Ever since we started highschool.. I’ve had feelings…” Y/N paused for a moment too long for Dee’s liking.

“Spit it out!”

“I like Charlie,” Y/N breathed out.

[cmterygrl]

miguel o'hara nsfw hcs

a/n: ive fallen into his trap. i cant get him out of my mind LWAVE ME ALONE !!!!!!! also im formatting this the same as my cod ones

general thoughts:

- i've debated on how experienced he is for longer than i should, and the ultimate answer i decided on was: he has experience — of course he does, but he probably hasnt gotten much action in a while, considering the stress of his job and how busy he is and everything else wrong w him (affectionately). that being said, once he knows what his partners needs are.. he takes that shit seriously and will not settle with anything lower than giving you pleasure.

- i believe in the miguel dom leaning switch agenda ! most of the time hes a dom, not strictly hard or soft it just depends on the day and his mood. but also, sometimes he just wants you to take control and hes not like super subby but he does like giving up control every now and then.

- eye contact. this is so obvious but he holds eye contact at all times, outside of the bedroom and inside. if eye contact makes you nervous he uses that to his advantage to make you shy 🤭. sometimes he holds your jaw and forces you to look at him in the eyes when you're not listening, that or he moves in the direction your head does to maintain eye contact. (LIKE THAT ONE SCENE ON THE TRAIN IK U GUYS KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT)

kinks + positions:

- breeding kink. does this need elaboration? he gets off on it, everything about it. the sight of his cum spilling out of you, the thought of filling you up to the brim with his seed makes him hard in seconds.

- size kink. again, this is self explanatory me thinks... but i'll elaborate anyway 🤭 i think we've all agreed hes like 6'9 and hes big and strong and muscular so a size kink is just written in the stars for him. he uses his size to his advantage and its always such a turn on to see just how different the two of you are in size — you can be tall but most likely arent as tall as him and thats still enough for him to want to ruin you.

- marking. he has fangs.... and you dont think he wont want to leave some marks behind ??? obviously with the fangs out, he wont press hard enough to break skin but definitely bites down enough to leave a mark. also loves leaving hickies anywhere he can; preferably places less visible but occasionally leaves a small one in plain sight. really likes teasing you by giving hickies to the inside of your thighs when hes going down on you.

- mating press. this ties into the breeding kink... also self explanatory. he wants to be Deep in you and will take you in any position that allows that.

- standing/against a wall. sometimes he gets home and is just too impatient to get to your bedroom, he just has to feel you around him as soon as he can. he pushes you up against the wall and his pace is relentless, large hand's gripping on the soft flesh of your thighs and mouth on your neck; marking whatever spot he can.

xtra:

- big. i know his dick is big i just know it !! if i had to give a number i'd say no less than like 6 inches, but also not like ridiculously big like be fr. but that man is thick too ! hes got it all, length and width plus the right ways to use it. maybe im biased but i believe his stroke game is top tier 🤷‍♂️

- well groomed. likes to keep himself trimmed whenever he can. hes mexican so i would say he has a fair amount of body hair? but when it comes to it he prefers to be trimmed, not clean shaven though — he just doesn't want it to be unkempt. also definitely has a happy trail.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Gene... My baby mama... I need... More alt!dream... Whatever you got fr. I just need more I'm.. I love him (probs not as much as you) but I love him

You're in luck bc I'm running on rip fuel for him. [ALSO I WROTE THIS BEFORE EVERYONE DID THE TECHWEAR STUFF FOR HIM I'M SORRY. I'LL GET IT IN NEXT TIME. I PINKY SWEAR.]

𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐃. ♘ 𝐚𝐥𝐭!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: alt!Dreamwastaken x fm!reader

warnings: smut (18+), language, semi-public sex, light mentions of needles, domination

previous part ♘ fanart that i can't stop crying over

recommended listening: Hi Frequency by Vague002

The bus swayed slightly, your grip on the cool bar tightening to keep you from knocking into Clay as it turned. The dark city outside the windows bustled with sparkling lights, catching your eye every few seconds. As more people filed into the cramped space, Clay grabbed your hand, looping your arms around his waist and smugly grinning as you fought not to blush. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Will this be your first time in a parlor?” He asked, voice low and raspy as he whispered to you, not wanting to disturb the other members of society who just wanted to get home after a long day of work.

You nodded your head, making him chuckle. You knew it would be a different experience, mainly because it was taking place during the tattoo shops “after hours,” which Clay had only briefly explained the benefits of attending. “What are you getting done again?” You asked, moving so your hands were holding onto his arm instead, fingers brushing against the exposed skin peeking from beneath the cut-up shirt under his dark jacket.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t decide. Why don’t you pick?” He joshed, smirking at the way your eyebrows raised.

“I don’t want to be responsible for a mark on you,” you murmured, making him snort.

He hooked his fingers into the neckline of his shirt, stretching it down enough to reveal the litter of hickeys peppering his skin that you had left the night before. Your eyes widened as you swatted away his hand, looking around carefully in hopes that no one had seen them. He looped an arm around your shoulders, loving the fact that you were so worried about the crowd when all he wanted to do was fluster you.

He pressed his lips to your cheek, the warmth of his body encompassing you. “I love it when you get all blushy,” he teased. “Seriously though, you should pick. I won’t look at it if I don’t like it,” he snarked.

You groaned lightly. “Clay, come on.” He brushed his lips against yours.

“I trust you, sweetheart,” he cooed almost mockingly, his nose moving to press into your hair.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying your best to remember what was already on his body. You thought about the impending reality that whenever he saw the new tattoo, his mind would linger on you, and for some reason, heat traveled to your ears at that thought. “Um… what about a bird?” You asked, voice uneasy as if on eggshells.

His face twisted into a pleased smile. “A bird?” He repeated. You shrugged beneath his arm, making him chuckle. “I like that. George likes doing bird tattoos too, so you might just make his night,” he added, his praise and approval making your stomach fill with confidence. He pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your shoulder. Your mind began to forget what the two of you probably looked like to the other people as his scent invaded your senses. “Will you hold my hand while I’m in the chair?” He joked.

You scoffed. “Are you gonna cry?” You teased, making him chuckle.

“No, I’m just clingy,” he answered without skipping a beat. Your grin was hidden in the soft corduroy of his jacket.

The tattoo parlor was nothing like you had expected. The door was locked behind you after a bouncer let the two of you in, the man leading you two up a staircase and into a dimly lit room. The sound of heavy metal music and the buzz of tattoo guns swirled together, echoing off the dark brick walls. You slipped your hand into Clay’s as he talked to the receptionist, your eyes attempting to focus on one detail instead of letting the atmosphere overwhelm you.

The thick layer of smoke above your heads made you scoff, realizing it was coming from the opposite corner of the shop, a hookah lamp sitting on a coffee table like an outstretched octopus. The people around it seemed to be discussing something rather intense, their haircuts sharp and defining almost as if they stepped out of some kind of alternative fashion magazine. There were three tattoo artists, each with a white lamp focusing on their work as they carried on to the beat of the music.

Clay’s description of the place flashed into your mind, making you realize just how off the cards the parlor actually was. Clay took a toothpick from the receptionist’s desk, taking it between his white teeth before being waved down by a shorter man with dark hair across the floor. You followed closely behind him as Clay greeted the man; you quickly realizing that this was the famous George.

As Clay shrugged out of his jacket, George pulled out a binder, standing beside you as he flipped to a page with scattered drawings of different flight poses of birds. Your eyes drifted away from the page as Clay’s arms came into view. His old t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off was doing wonders for his biceps. Before you knew it, the two of you agreed on a mix of a few designs resembling a crow and Clay was laying on his back with his hand tucked behind his head. The spot he was filling was in the dead center of the flesh of his upper arm; a spot that George had grumbled about being awkward to reach, especially on someone as large as Clay.

You watched closely with curious eyes as George began to tattoo the design on Clay’s arm. Clay’s other hand was wrapped around the back of your elbow as you leaned on the chair at Clay’s side. His finger pads drew circles into your skin as you asked George about how he got into tattooing, making small talk here and there.

You liked George, mainly because he was quiet until he conjured up some kind of relentless backhanded comment. His tattoos revolved around a giant tree stretching from his back and down his arms. You wondered how long he had to sit for it and what the healing process was like. As he worked, his teeth played at his snake bite piercings, his dark eyes focused intently on the work in front of him.

Clay switched his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his hand tightening around your arm with a small groan as George reached a sensitive spot. “Don’t be such a pussy,” he grumbled, continuing his work. He stopped, cleaning off some of the sprayed ink and filling a new cap with grey. “You have any work, pretty girl?” He asked you, voice low and charming.

You shook your head, earning a small tsk from him. “This is the closest she’s been to a tattoo gun,” Clay prided, making George sarcastically raise his eyes.

“A total virgin, huh?” He joked, winking at you. “Dream’s not corrupting you, is he?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek trying not to blush. “I’m trying,” Clay leered, smirking at you with his smug ego hinting at his lips.

George bit back a laugh. “Don’t get horny in my chair,” he muttered, eyes trained on the lines he was scaring into Clay. “Speaking of, I heard you got busted up by Punz, and by the looks of it… seems right,” he commented, gesturing to Clay’s eye that seemed to have started fading finally.

Clay let out a dry laugh. “His ribs are still healing,” you added, making George smirk with a shake of his head.

“You know what all that’s about right?” George asked you, taking his foot off the pedal to grab more paper towels from his desk. You looked up at Clay whose jaw tense as he chewed on the toothpick. After you shook your head, George continued. “Punz’s sister is stupidly in love with Dream,” he plopped back in his seat, swiveling his chair, and drawing a hand through his locks, revealing the bleached undersection. You had the fleeting mental image of him tying his hair back to reveal it.

He pulled on a new glove. “Madly in love, huh?” You pried, twisting your chair closer to Clay’s shoulder. Clay rolled his eyes at the fact as if he had been bugged about it for years. “You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend, Clay,” you teased, and he looked up at you with a tired expression, making you bite back a giggle.

After George finished, you followed Clay through the door, breathing in the fresh air; or as fresh as it could be in the midst of the city’s industrial square. Clay’s fingers knitted together with yours as he led you down an alleyway, flicking aside the toothpick. You chewed on your lip in anticipation before he pinned you against one of the walls. His devious grin sent shivers down your spine as you looked up at him.

You swallowed. “Shouldn’t you take it easy? Let your arm heal a bit?” You asked, voice coming out in a soft whisper as his lips pressed against your neck. “Won’t it hurt a bit with your ribs, too?” Your heart hammered in your chest at the fact that someone could turn the corner and catch the two of you.

He chuckled against your skin, slipping his hands beneath your skirt to grip your ass. “I like the pain,” he mused, tongue grazing against your skin as he pulled your hips against his. He kissed you hungrily as if not being able to press his body against yours for that hour was too much for him. His hand dropped to wrap around the back of your knee, moving his own leg to prop your thigh up against his hip as your hands dug into his hair.

The friction from his jeans made you moan into his mouth as his hand moved beneath your shirt, fingers fitting beneath your bra to palm your breast. He mumbled praises against your lips at how good you made him feel and how beautiful you were.

He turned you, your hands planting against the coarse brick as he ground his hips against you. You bit your lip, trying not to be loud enough to draw attention to the two of you, which seemed to be the last thing on Clay’s mind as you heard him unbuckle his belt behind you. You could practically picture his cocky grin, controlling eyes set as his hand gripped onto your hips, shoving your underwear to the side. “You were so much fun to show off tonight,” he chided darkly, lips brushing against your shoulder. “Such a good girl.”

As he pushed into you, one of his hands moved to knot into your hair. He moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, tugging on your hair as he pulled your hips back against his. A low grunt tumbled from his lips as he set his rhythm, basking in the fact that you were secretly ready for him to ruin you as soon as you stepped into the parlor.

His fingers moved to wrap around your neck, the thought of his tattooed hand tightening around your pristine skin sent shivers through your body and heat flushing your cheeks, the tension in your body tightening. As he pressed you closer against the wall, you thought about the power he had over you; his height and build would make it easy for him to break you if he wanted, yet even as he pounded into you like he wanted you to forget your own name, the restraint he showed was enough to send you over the edge if you let yourself divulge in the thought.

Clay pulled out of you, only to turn you, your shoulders hitting the wall again with a soft thump as he hoisted you up ever so slightly, thrusting up into you as his hand dig into your thigh, the other resting against the brick beside your head. Your arms looped beneath his jacket, raking down his skin as you held onto him.

He groaned as your thighs tightened around him, making his hips stutter as if he were trying not to let himself finish too early. He dug is face into the crook of your neck, burying his teeth in your neck to stifle his grunts of your name. Your head tilted back against the brick, hand moving to tighten around the wrist that was beside your head for some kind of anchor.

His hand wrapped around your waist, driving himself deeper into you, brushing the part of you that needed him the most. You moaned, carding your fingers into his hair as he pressed his lips to yours roughly, wanting to taste your pleasure as it washed over you from his movements.

You tugged on his hair, making his cock throb inside of you, him finishing inside you with a low groan, his hips snapping against yours to stimulate a reaction from you. The feeling of his sloppy pleasure as his movements lost their rhythm sent your hips grinding against his, his teeth marking your shoulders as a reminder of his work on you.

Your toes curled, finally reaching your orgasm as he murmured dirty expressions of him ruining your pretty clothes against the wall. As he pulled out of you, your knees felt weak, threatening to buckle beneath you. You tried not to give off how much he had trashed you, but the warmth snaking down your thighs and your bliss-ridden mind proved otherwise.

Long story short, the bus ride home was rather interesting.

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PDA + Nights Out + Close Friends

Aka how they are with PDA when you're with your close friends. (plus what kind of bars he likes) | Atsumu, Suna, Sakusa

a/n: this is unedited and is prob so bad because i 1: haven't written fr in months and 2: just started rambling

warnings: uhhh yall are old enough to legally drink, timeskip (just i references money), and like a 3/10 on the suggestive side.

Atsumu: Likes pretty much any bar. Enjoys a jam-packed night club and it’s flashing lights where he can get loud and have fun with the people he cares about even if he ruined another pair of white sneakers because of it. Also a fan of taking it somewhere a little more upscale (but not old) so he can get dressed up. Enjoys both good sports or dinner-esqe bar where he can just hang out as well. He's down for anything really. Now when it comes to PDA. Atsumu is clingy, but not in an overwhelming way. He’s relatively shameless (within reason) around strangers so being with friends changes nothing, You gotta be ok with your man being all on you to date Atsumu. His attention is pretty 50-50 split between fully being on you and on the group. He Is almost always touching you. Whether its pulling you on his lap, his arm around your shoulders, or if youre letting him sit for a moment cause all the stools are gone– his hands are glued to your hips swaying while he talks mindlessly with friends. There is the occasional slip towards your backside. When his hands do wander and grip he makes it a point to redirect his focus back to you, and gives you a stupid little smirk. “So pretty baby,” while drawing you in for a kiss. When walking his hand is in yours. When he's not touching you, hes either so close to you to where personal space is nonexistent, or doing you a favor such as scoping out where the bathroom is or getting you a drink. Speaking of, he buys all your drinks without a second thought. Also will drink half your drink if you don't watch him “it's good. I’ll just get ya another one.” Won't hesitate to buy you whatever little $20 cocktail you want. If you're torn between two, he’ll just get both. If you two arrive separately, he's dramatic when seeing you. “Damn baby. You look good. Let me see the back” while checking you out. 

Suna; A fan of dives and pubs the most. Although he doesn't mind going to a more crowded place if the music is a vibe. It's obvious that the two of you are a couple, though he isn't obnoxious with the PDA. He's already done that on his priv/close friends story (aka has already posted his usual hand on your ass cause it looks so good pic). You two almost always arrive together. He jokes that you're his chauffeur. The type to start a makeout session in the car because he won't do it all out in the open. Strangers can kinda pick up the dating vibe in the way his arm is casually swung around the booth, but only on the side youre sitting on. If for some reason you switch sides, so does his arm. If you're at a place with good music, he does rap/sing along directly to you. Whenever you get up, his eyes are always glued to your retreating figure. When you're talking his eyes are frequently glued to your lips. Gets the drinks but will complain (but its not a problem at all. That man is down bad for you remembers almost every drink you tend to like). Always makes sure you two don't get the same drink you can try one another's. Some nights his attention is mostly on you and others its more on the group. Even its not as much on you, he's super aware of you and how you may be doing. If you suddenly get quiet he gives tiny nudges and mumbles if you're alright in your ear. Come back from the bathroom and something different? He’ll stop his convo mid-sentence to try and figure out what's up. Need a moment outside, he’s there with you, hand on your lower back guiding you out. “You good? We can head back if you want. I’m tired of hearing atsumu’s voice anyways.” He’ll joke to get you to crack a smile. 

Sakusa: almost between a mix of atsumu and suna when it comes to bar preference, but not really. Is more into the high concept where he can dress up or relatively empty dive bars where he can just hang out with those closest in peace over a round or 2. A surprising fact is that he also kinda enjoys live music bars, though he’ll often be towards the very back of the crowd or on a balcony level. It’s not super obvious that the two of you are a couple to anyone outside of your friend group. But with that being said, he’ll shut down any patron, bartender or whoever that even attempts to flirt with him by looking over at you. Also when it comes to going out (at either the dive or the live music) he won’t have a problem wearing a shirt with a neckline low enough to give the tiniest peak of any mark you’ve left on him while doing the dirty. He does always sit next to you though, although it’s not always so close to where you’re touching like atsumu nor will his arm be swung over like Suna. He has you hold onto his forearm if he ever needs to guide you. Another super attentive boyfriend who pretty frequently checks to see if you’re ok. His attention is more on you than the entire group but that’s just cause he’s in love and shows it by showing you he’s listening to whatever you’re rambling about. Who goes to get drinks is pretty split, but he’ll always pay for them. While he prefers having his own drink, doesn’t have a problem drinking after you. Will taste your drink if it’s something new. If he hates a drink you love, he's a smartass who will talk shit! Deadpan bf but he’s hilarious. If it's a night he's drinking more, he gets more touchy as the night and drinks go. Nothing too major, just a hand on the thigh drawing mindless circles. Will lovingly bump your knee (or you if it's somewhere you're standing.) as well after a few drinks. You two don’t always arrive or leave together. If one of you has to head out early, he’ll place a kiss right below your ear with a whisper of “be safe.”

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Daminette December Day 3

@daminette-december2019-2020

Princes and Pedestals

Chapter 3 – Legend

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Marinette closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The breeze softly danced through her hair as she sat in the windowsill of her room. She opened her eyes and stared at the parchment resting on a book on her lap, her little bottle of ink sat next to her on the ledge. She fidgeted with the quill in her hand, frustrated.

She was trying to write a letter to Luka to let him know that they'd arrived safely. He was her right hand man and their friends were most likely bugging him on whether he'd heard from her or not. She needed to give them an estimate on how well the whole thing was going but she barely had a feel for these people. She was pretty certain they wanted this alliance just as much as the Order did, but she didn’t yet have any idea what exactly they’d ask for.

She sighed and dipped her quill in her ink, maybe if she started the words would come.

Dear Luka

I hope you are well. How is everyone doing? How’s Alya and the baby? How’s Nino dealing with her pregnancy hormones? How’s she dealing with his overprotectiveness? Has Chloe returned from her mission? How did it go?

I miss you all, I hope everything is alright back home.

We arrived safely at the Gotham Royal family's Summer home. They have treated me with kindness and respect.

She took a breath. Should she tell him about Prince Damian? He would in all likelihood be the next Black Cat. He was her match. She didn’t know him, but the Destruction radiating off of him was on par with the Creation that followed her. As much as she didn’t want to replace- She shook her head, moving on was inevitable, she needed someone to rule by her side. She needed to tell her court the truth.

I met him. It all feels too soon after everything that happened last year. The Destruction coming from him was incredible. Plagg would kill me if I didn’t introduce them. Please have Pegasus deliver the ring when you receive my letter. He can deliver it to my exact location, I’ll explain things to any witnesses. I’ll disclose more information on who he is if he accepts my offer of the ring.

Yours sincerely,

Marinette

She tapped her chin with the end of her quill as she reread her letter.

A soft mew made her look up, sitting next to her little ink bottle was a beautiful calico, staring at her curiously.

“Hey girl,” she replied softly, holding out her hand, the cat sniffed it then pressed her cheek against Marinette’s hand. She scratched the cat's head softly, smiling.

“Her name is Legend,” a voice said from her doorway. She looked up and recognized Lady Stephanie standing in her doorway. She was about to greet her when the girl kept talking.

“Oh sorry, your door was open, I didn’t think it'd be a problem, we’re just pretty casual around here and it slipped my mind, Your Majesty,” she said, quickly, her hands gesturing as she spoke.

Marinette smiled at her, standing and placing her letter, book and quill on a nearby table, “It’s quite alright, Lady Stephanie. My court and I are quite similar to you that way, and please do call me Marinette,”

“Only if you’ll call me Steph,” she replied, shifting from foot to foot in the doorway.

Marinette saw the movement and invited her in. They sat at the table she’d put her letter on and she folded it as they made small talk.

She melted some wax onto her envelope and pressed it with the Miraculous Court's seal as she listened to Steph detail a story about the time she and Jason had snuck into the kitchen to steal some of the pastries before a big event when she’d first arrived at the castle back in Gotham.

“It seems you are all quite close,” Marinette commented after Stephanie wrapped up her tale.

“Yeah, we’re family, you know?” she replied. Stephanie wrung her hands together before meeting her gaze, “Can I ask you something?”

Marinette could feel the girl’s unease, so she tried to appear reassuring, “Yes,”

“Yesterday,” she started hesitantly, “In the throne room, the older man who came with you did most of the talking. I don’t know much about the Order of the Miraculous, but I was pretty certain you’re their leader but you didn’t really talk so...” she left the rest of the question unsaid, clearly hoping Marinette would understand hat she was trying to say.

She could tell the girl didn’t mean any disrespect, she was simply curious and she couldn’t blame her. So she gave her a smile, “Master Fu is my teacher, I’m still learning to lead and he’s helping me through everything, until my training is complete he makes the important introductions and still does a lot of the talking. I will be voicing my thoughts a lot more during negotiations though,”

Stephanie nodded slowly, “That makes a lot of sense actually,”

They spent the afternoon together and had tea in the garden.

Marinette was listening to Stephanie ‘s retelling of how she and Tim first met when she recognized Prince Jason heading towards them.

Stephanie spotted him too so she paused when he got close. Marinette nodded her head at him, “Your Highness,”

He nodded back, “Your Majesty,”

He sat down on the open chair at their table and Stephanie quickly continued her story.

She listened politely, but she was aware of the Prince who had joined them studying her discreetly, if she hadn’t been trained to notice, she would’ve missed it.

He noticed her noticing him and she was impressed by his ability to read body language. He, if her training was correct, was growing more and more curious about her by the second.

Somehow managing to miss the tension Stephanie kept telling her story.

“We were both so incredibly oblivious to the other’s feelings and denying our own. Months of pinning and so many misunderstandings. Apparently it was an incredibly frustrating debacle to watch,” she said laughingly, giving Prince Jason a pointed look.

He groaned, playing along and ignoring their silent sort-of conversation that had transpired earlier, “Don’t remind me, it was torture,”

They all laughed, and a comfortable silence followed.

Well that was until Tikki appeared and the other two almost fell of their chairs. She turned to her kwami and decided to explain later.

“Guardian, Queen Bee is attempting to contact you,” she quickly supplied, ignoring the two royal siblings who were staring in shock.

“Put her on, these two can be trusted,” she replied, sipping her tea.

Tikki put down a device on the table and the familiar image of Queen Bee appeared shining in the air in front of her, it was nothing new to Marinette but the other two stared in shock at the moving image of a blonde girl in armor unlike any they’ve ever seen.

“Bee, this better be important, you know how much it takes out of the kwami to do calls (a/n I’m not gonna figure out a new name for it, calls make sense sorry not sorry °3°),” Marinette said sternly.

Chloe looked grim but stood up straight, confident in her choice, “I’m afraid it’s rather urgent Guardian,”

Marinette felt chills, Chloe rarely looked that grim, it was even rarer for her to address her by her title, “Queen Bee, what is it?”

Chloe grimaced. She gave her a meaningful look softly replied, “It may bring back a few unpleasant memories, Mari,”

Oh

It felt as though the wind had momentarily been knocked out of her.

The familiar green eyes that haunted her at night flashed through her mind. Immediately followed by a darker, newer pair. She pushed both images away, she’d deal with that later, now Chloe needed her to be the Guardian.

Marinette took a deep breath and tightened her grip on her cup, “I can take it,”

“It’s Gabriel, he has the butterfly, he wants -,” Chloe swallowed, looking at Mari with pity, she lowered her voice, “He wants to bring him back, Mari,”

Her grip around her teacup was deadly, it was a shock it hadn’t broken yet. She was certain her knuckles and face were both as white as a cloud.

“I -,” her voice cracked and she took a deep breath, she was in the presence of strangers, she couldn’t break down, she pushed her emotions back and went into her Guardian mode, “Tikki add Carapace, Viperion, Tigress, Rena Rouge and Paon to the call. Now. I want it taken care of quickly,”

Chloe’s eyes widened, “Those are all our top warriors,”

“Like I said, I want this taken care of quickly,” Marinette replied briskly.

The others were quickly added and they all switched to the language of the Guardians. If the two royal siblings could speak French, her and Chloe’s previous conversation had already given enough away. Chloe explained the situation while Marinette quickly pulled herself together, she could fall apart later. Right now her Court needed her.

Carapace looked on edge and she knew why. Rena was on the call and she was pregnant, he was scared that she’d have to fight.

“Rena,” she said after Chloe finished explaining, all eyes turned to look at her, “You’re not fighting, but your strategizing capabilities are too valuable to have you sit out completely. You’re on the side-lines for this one,”

Carapace looked relieved and Rena nodded, understanding.

She looked at Viperion, while half her letter turned out to be written in vain, at least she could get this done quicker, “I need you to send Plagg and his ring with Pegasus as soon as you guys finish discussing details,"

She took a deep breath, "I found my match,”

(a/n did I totally just only put the prompt as part of a single paragraph? yeah i did. Do I have any idea where this is going? No i don't. Is the fact that I don’t listen to my outline and do whatever the hell I want gonna stop me? Nope, not at all)

(fr tho I’m just as surprised at this plot as yall are ngl, also, look at me doing a cliffhanger hehehe)

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[remsmoonlight]

— title : glitter in the sky

— word count : 2.3 k words

— pairing : loki x reader

— summary : before putting into place his plan for thor’s coronation, he seeks you out one more time for comfort only you can provide

— warnings : maybe a teeeeeny bit of thor bashing but incredibly minor .. love ‘im fr , bit of sadness

         ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　requested ? nope　/   requests are open  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

an: i got this idea, first from watching the first thor movie because aw, and then moving onto silent hill and that field scene is a whole vibe..... who doesn’t wanna just chill randomly in a field with the sun on your skin with no responsibilities? hell yeah .. anyways this just got away from me in a way ha

Trailing your gaze up to the sky, your eyes marvel at the merging colours as you study them intently, witnessing the blend of hues and tones from a bright blue to a mixture of warm pinks and burnt oranges light up the surrounding area before you knew they would fade into nothing more than a dark blanket who’s only source of light would be the moonlight and the stars that would litter it.

Your shoes crunching the dry grass and the sounds of chirping from the various wildlife encompasses you, it takes all of your strength to not allow a large grin to brighten your features.

Despite being so late in the afternoon, time walking on a fine line towards the early evening, the heat from the sun is still so strong, comfortably toasting your skin as a heavy blanket on a cold winter’s night would.

In the distance you’re able to spot the intimidating stature of the aged tree, though it’s intimidating in name only  ⎯  for now it holds only those memories that lay locked deep within your heart. Your situation is a rather unusual one. Many summer afternoons had been spent shielded from the harsh rays of sunlight that shone over everything it could touch, though they hadn’t been spent alone. Rather, they’d been spent with an exceedingly phenomenal man. Can he even be called that? You wonder to yourself, Loki was far from human. Far, far from it.

“ to think I had been of the belief you would not be appearing. “

The suddenness of the voice slicing through the noises of the concealed fields would have shocked you more had it not been so honeyed. Holding the recognisable smoothness that you only associated with Loki.

“ this is the first time I’ve ever been late, thank you very much. “ you answer with an unwavering nerve as you stare at him while amusement floods your expression.

“ and the last, I’m sure? “ an eyebrow raises as he questions you, a warmth brightening his aura against the coolness he exudes normally.

Believing he’s not of Earth had been hard for you to grip, to believe fully, no matter how many tricks he could conjure before your very eyes. Though disappearing right before you, then feeling the whisper of his breath dance on the back of your neck so gracefully had been the confirmation you required. From there on a friendship blossomed into something more, you both becoming more and more involved with the other. Holding such unbelievable secrets were not a common place for you, to have this continues to make you feel like such a special soul.

“ oh, shut up! “

You stroll towards him, closing the distance with an enthusiastic energy that not even the longest of days could wear you down. Nothing in the world makes you feel so secure and guarded than when you finally feel the weight of his arms snake around you to bring you forward into his embrace. For Loki, you are a home away from home. Never do you gaze upon him with untrustful eyes, nor do you view him as beneath you, many negative connotations are attached to his name and you? You simply see him for who he wishes he could be, only ever in your presence does he try not to disappoint you. Back on Asgard that’s all anyone ever expects, so why not play into their prejudices? It has protected him so far, though the thought that perhaps even that has done more harm than good tresspasses into his mind on a rare occasion.

It’s not something he wishes to think about there though. He wants to dedicate his short visit to you entirely. Pushing away the increasingly regular thought it’s just a heartbeat, he is not one to be naive to pretend. Illusions are second nature to him, to forge them as easily to breathe, but to experience them are something that is in his power to prevent. He could allow this one instance to be selfish.

“ might I inquire of your wellbeing since we parted last? “ he requests as fingers entwine with yours to guide you to the slight hollow space within the tree. You drop yourself without any elegance to the ground, he settles behind you with his legs on either side of yours.

You can’t help but marvel at the differences between the two of you, like night and day. However, your differences fit like a puzzle with no inconvenience.

“ life keeps trying to test my patience, same as ever but ⎯ “ you pause, your eyes shining with remembrance of the gift you had brought, of course you knew it’s nothing more than a silly little trinket but you couldn’t help but fall in love with it. “ here, my friend’s been making these pieces for their business and I couldn’t help but think of you. “

Adoration is the only thing that overwhelms him in this moment, it’s a feeling he wants to lock away to relive over and over, for the only time he has never been treated as an afterthought is by his mother. Now? It’s a feeling that hasn’t been forged by a bond born of blood, but one that has arisen naturally. The item in your hand is a small metal band, with designs etched onto its body.

“ it’s only a little thing I know ⎯ “ you begin to babble, the words tumbling before you could even stop them. Your mind losing all control over your language before Loki put a stop to it.

“ I’ll have you know it’s not the physical item itself, but the sentiment behind it I hold dear. “

You want to respond with equally sweet words, but the heavy tone doesn’t go undiscovered by your ears.

“ Loki, what’s wrong? “

“ nothing, why do you ask? “ the God denies, switching the questioning to you.

Turning to face him, your eyes scout all over his features to spot anything that would give you cause to continue on with your concern. It’s light, the ghost of sorrow concealed behind a curtain of confidence and ego, even the most professional of liars can’t hide the truth of that. The hurt cuts too deep for a flimsy pretense of everything being perfect for it to bury those feelings.

“ you’re an amazing liar, but I’m beginning to get the hang of you. Besides, sadness is something difficult to completely hide. “

A heavy breath is released, your fingers from their position on his shoulders feel as if there’s an invisible weight that has almost decreased. You wonder how long he has carried this with him.

“ tell me. “

Every fibre of Loki’s being is fighting to keep his feelings kept away out of sight, to imagine they never manifested themselves into reality, but locked into place by the profound compassion swirling in your eyes he wants to finally divulge everything in his mind that has been plaguing him. Who knew a mortal could have such an enchanting effect he thought humourfully to himself.

“ the deadline for a successor to my father’s throne is approaching. “

“ and you’re worried? “ your brows lower, confusion marking your features as you struggle to understand why that could be so bad?

“ I've veiled many things from you, a fault of mine I understand completely. “ he admits, a sorrowful smile gracing his lips.

“ it’s never too late to share them. It might help you feel better? “

Loki wonders just what it is he has done in his history to be blessed with such an understanding and caring soul as yours, nothing could ease the lasting effects of each and every of his transgressions over his many years of living. How exactly could such radiance and light find the dark Prince of Asgard so easily? Many who lived in his realm would argue that he’s not deserving, instead countering that his brother should be in such a position of happiness.

He simply gazes upon you before speaking, a slender finger raising to tuck a few stray hairs behind your ear.

“ the successor has already been chosen, they always have been. This is a mere formality. “ switching his sight from you to the environment around you both, turning to look upon the steadily darkening sky.

“ so why do it then? “

“ to ensure that the process is seen as fair, despite the favour repeatedly falling to my brother. “

Nodding in understanding, you finally realise why there is a darkness that swirls over his head now he speaks of the topic. Living in the shadow of the golden child is not easy, your heart hurts as you realise that there must be many people who do not see the same man who you see. They see audacity instead of a daringness, to mistake him for an egotistical know it all instead of someone who has a thirst for knowledge and tricks.

“ never did they wish to stop viewing me as a troublesome child, I suppose I never aided in changing that. “

Nothing falls from your lips, knowing no words could do justice for what you need him to know, to feel. Twisting yourself onto your knees, you lean forward and allow your arms to provide him comfort as they surround his neck. One hand raises to rest in the dense raven locks of hair you constantly marvel over, moving ever so softly to trace patterns.

“ I’m sorry. “ you mumble softly, wanting to say more, but you can’t help but resign yourself to being unable to say anything meaningful. Instead, figuring it would be better, first, for him to speak his emotions without looking for any advice.

“ you’ve nothing to apologise for. The pieces will fall as they should. “ he comforts, whining to himself over the absence of your warmth as you withdraw the embrace.

“ Loki, what do you mean by that? “

“ nothing for you to worry yourself over, my dove. “ he shakes his head, as a chuckle that is short accompanies it, contains little genuine amusement to settle you.

“ I’m being serious, what are you talking about? “ your demand is light in touch, though your gaze holds an unrelenting strength as he looks towards you once more.

“ again, nothing that requires your concern. Midgardians, you worry too much. “

“ over things that can get the people we love into trouble, of course. “

His heart pauses in beating as the words seep into his mind, realising exactly what you spoke. Briefly, does he wonder if he misheard you, thought deep down he knows what you spoke.

“ did you ⎯ ? “ an unrecognisable vulnerability crosses his expression as he begins to ask what you had said, to hear it again as if for the first time.

A reddening of you cheeks can be seen, you look down with a sheepish grin. This had not been the way you had imagined using the love word. Of course, over the years of your life many things had not gone to plan, so this was just another instance in a long, long line of events that just got away from you. While you know there is something mutual, you can’t bring yourself to look upon him just yet.

“ you heard me correctly. “

Elation swells within him, even the thought of perhaps you would prefer Thor had you met him first could not creep more than a few feet before being banished from sight and mind, it’s not something he wants to entertain. Especially for what he has in mind to plan for the future. Instead, he allows himself to be engulfed in your love, to experience the last piece of goodness that has been reserved for him, knowing it won’t last.

All you feel from your dropped gaze is your nose being nudged by his, then the weight of his lips on your own. Moving together as if they are fighting to mould into one, fitting together so well. Both of you are left breathless, momentarily caught in the feeling of the other that oxygen is the last thing on your mind.

“ do not trouble yourself over events that have not come to pass yet. Especially on an evening as fine as this. “

The corner of your lips tilt higher as your turn away from him to peer over the surroundings you had briefly forgotten. The burnt colours had long since faded into darkness, the stars being the only light as they can only be likened to being glitter in the night’s sky. A true beauty.

“ I love nights like these, where you can see all of the stars. “

“ you’d be besotted with Asgard’s constellations. “

You’d settled back into the position you were in previously, with arms encompassing you protectively with your back secured firmly to his chest. Loki explains the beauty of Asgard, and how even in the day the stars can still be seen against the shining vividness of the colours of their sky. Quarrelling against the gold hues from both the sun and the palace he knows only as his home.

“ that sounds wonderful. “ you whisper, feeling fatigue sneaking its way to the forefront of your mind.

“ it truly is a beauty to see. “ agreeing with you, resting his head upon yours. Wishing nothing more than to be able to stay there in that moment forever.

“ I wish I could see it. I’m very jealous right now. “

He can feel you becoming increasingly drowsy, flattered that you would even let your guard enough to even allow sleep to touch you. Having you on Asgard would certainly make him a happier person, to have someone who isn’t his mother understand him would be freeing. Though his father would die before he allowed that to happen, a mortal on Asgard.

“ Perhaps one day. “

Loki can’t be sure if you even heard that, but it’s something he wants to entertain. Besides, what is the use of being a master of mischief and tricks if he couldn’t make such a desire come true?

[liberolove]

Road Trip

pairing: nishinoya yuu x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: cussing, suggestive themes

wc: 1.36k

It was finally time for your yearly road trip with Nishinoya. You were excited to get to spend time with him again. He was off playing volleyball professionally overseas, so this left you lonely most of the time.

Whenever you could, you would go abroad and support him at his games, but it was beginning to take a toll on your bank account. He insisted that you really didn't have to, but you just loved being his number one supporter, ever since middle school.

This year, you two were going to go to Yosemite National Park in California. You arrived in California about a week before Noya to get settled and visit some online friends.

Once he arrived, you two went to the rental car place and got a decent-sized SUV. You stuffed it full of camping essentials. You got a 4 person tent since you liked the extra room. You also got a gas stove, extra clothes, heavy-duty backpacks, marshmallows, tons of snacks, and everything else you could think of.

When you packed everything, you two were on your way. Getting through LA was a total nightmare, but it was the only international airport Noya trusted after several mishaps.

To get through the nauseating madness of rush hour, you played your latest bops. You loved being Noya's personal DJ.

It was a long trip ahead of you, but it was worth it to be able to spend it with your best friend. You two caught up on everything. He talked all about his matches, his personal life, and his troubles with love. No one could understand Nishinoya as much as you could. That's why you two have remained best friends throughout the years.

Three hours passed by. With Nishinoya's fast driving, you were already halfway to your destination. You decided to stop and grab some grub at one of your favorite comfort food restaurants. 

You ordered pancakes with eggs and hash browns, and he ordered a breakfast burger. As you two chowed down, something outside caught your eye. There was a commotion out on the street, and you realized that people were gathering around your car, specifically.

A truck had crashed into your rental and tried to flee the scene, but a couple of bystanders were able to take photos of the guilty party. 

You two walked outside to assess the damages to the rental. "Fuck. I think I need to pay for that.." You shifted around uneasily. 

"No worries, I've got it. I'll take care of everything. You already planned everything. the least I can do is pay for this."

"No-"

"Too late. I've already made up my mind on it, doofus."

He was right. Once he put his mind to something, there was absolutely no way to stop him.

"Well, what do we do now?"

"I'll call the rental place and arrange for a new car. Don't worry about it."

You agreed, but you couldn't help but worry. Worrying was a part of your DNA.

You two had to spend the night in town due to this unforeseeable accident. Nishinoya made sure to book the most expensive, most luxurious hotel. He was still the same Noya you knew, but just a little more refined, if you will.

You settled into your shared room and asked Noya, "Sooooo, what's so fancy about this place? Does it have like a golf course, swimming pool, AND a jacuzzi?"

"As a matter of fact, it has all three of those and more. Also, we get breakfast here as long as we're downstairs by 10 AM."

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not. He noticed your strange facial expression and confirmed that the hotel really did have all that.

"Well, looks like I'll be making my way to the jacuzzi. I need a break after all that stuff today." You grabbed your swimsuit, changed, and went down to the pool area. 

You made it to the jacuzzi and were glad to see that you were alone. All these luxuries were available, yet no one wanted to take advantage of it. 

Content with your surroundings, you lowered yourself into the hot water, and your muscles immediately began to ease up. The warmth of the water took away all your worries with it. It felt as though someone was massaging every groove on your shoulders and back, or maybe it was just the jets. 

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes slowly. If heaven was a place, this would be a close second. 

Nishinoya stayed in the hotel room to watch TV. He wasn't particularly anxious or worried over anything, so he didn't need much to distract himself- over the accident, that is. However, there was one thing circling in his mind.

Switching between channels didn't help, nor did looking through the refrigerator. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to focus on anything else. 

He eventually had enough and left the room. 

Your relaxation was disturbed by footsteps approaching you from behind. You jolted up and looked up to find that Nishinoya was heading towards you, in his swim trunks. 

He got into the bubbling water and sat down right next to you. "Get bored upstairs?" 

"Yeah. There wasn't anything good on TV." 

"But there's like every channel known to man on that TV!"

"Okay, but that doesn't mean that there's anything good on it right now.." 

You nodded your head and leaned back again, focusing on how the warmth encompassed your body. You were so thankful he booked such a great place. 

"Hey, y/n."

Without opening your eyes, you answered, "Hmm?"

"Do you trust me?"

Hesitantly, you answered, "Of course, you're my best fr-"

All of a sudden, your sentence was cut short by familiar lips. He pressed his whole body up against yours and gripped onto your waist needily. Giving in to your subconscious desires, you kissed him back deeply.

His hands wandered up and down your body, discovering places he had never touched beforehand. Your hands gravitated to his thick locks of hair and his muscular thighs. 

Was this really happening? Were you dreaming? 

You invited his tongue into your mouth, and he greedily accepted the invitation. He was eager and warmer than you would expect. Your ears tingled from the vibrations of his low, deep groans. 

For the first time in your life, he was close enough to you that you could smell the faint cologne present on his clothes. It wasn't distasteful like others you've been with. It suited him well, honestly.

His kisses veered from your lips to your jawline and the crook of your neck. With him focusing on his handiwork, you were able to breathe again. Your heavy breathing caught his attention, making him stop his advances.

"I'm sorry I got a little carried away. I've just.. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I thought this might be the moment."

"Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance. I'm kind of at a loss for words."

He pouted, unsure of your ambiguous answer. You didn't say if you liked it or not, or if you even liked him. 

"I like you too," you finally blurted out.

You had never really had the chance to think of him in a romantic sense, but this turn of events changed your mind. You two were compatible in every single way, and you could never get tired of him. You'd been friends for this long why wouldn't a relationship work out?

Overjoyed by your confession, he picked you up and twirled you around in the water. "I promise to always protect you and make you my priority."

"So the same as always then?"

He gave out a hearty laugh and kissed you again. "Does this mean you accept the duties of the girlfriend title?"

"Of course, Yuu. Do you accept the duties of boyfriend?" 

His face turned serious as he saluted you and brought you back into his arms. "I like you so much, y/n. I'm so stupid for waiting this long, but I'm glad you like me too. Actually, no. I'm more than glad. I'm fucking ecstatic!" 

[escapewriter]

Ghost of You

pairing : jeonghan x reader

synopsis : he made a promise to always tell you that he loves you, and he intends to keep it, even if you’re not with him.

genre : angst

word count : 2.7k

warnings : slight mentions of an abusive relationship, mention of character death

posted : 12/1/20

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Day 60

My Dearest YN,

It’s me again. I know you probably don’t read these, or maybe you moved apartments and a random stranger is receiving these letters, but it’s okay, so here’s your daily ‘I love you.’

I love you.

With my whole heart.

But you knew that already, which is why you left. But don’t worry about me my love, I know deep down you love me too. Even if I haven’t heard it with my own ears, I know you do.

Love, Jeonghan

‘Will he ever stop?’ you thought to yourself as you finished reading the letter.

It’s been two months since you broke up with Jeonghan, and you regret it every single day. You fell too fast and he fell for you too which is what terrified you the most. You were scared, all because he said those three words that you wanted to so badly say back to him. But the two of you had only been going out for less than two months and it felt too fast, making you take a step back to rethink and ask yourself if you really do love him.

You will never forget the look on his face when you didn’t say it back. His body slowly falling into a slumped form, eyes avoiding yours, and smile not as bright as before. He was patient though, but you couldn’t avoid the embarrassment and sadness in his eyes as they became unbearable to look at as days began to pass. You started to build up your walls again and became very distant.

It was two weeks after he told you he loves you, he finally cracked, asking and begging you to tell him why you were avoiding him. However, he was left heartbroken as you lied straight to his face, telling him that you love another man.

How stupid of you.

But you’ll never forget the words he said as you were leaving his apartment.

“I’ll always love you YN. And I know you love me too, so I’ll wait and I’ll find a way to always remind you that I love you.”

You gripped the letter in your hand, sighing deeply to try and hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

Why couldn’t you just tell him the truth? Why couldn’t you just go back to him when you know he will welcome you with open arms? Well to answer it truthfully, you were scared of love. Or maybe the idea of being loved. Your version of love is something that no one should ever have to experience, so maybe that terrified you because you were afraid Jeonghan would end up like that.

Well how could he when he can’t even have the guts to pull a proper prank on you, or even dare raise his voice.

You folded the paper, and put it in your box with the rest of the letters he’s sent to you. He never missed a day since you broke up, which made this more difficult for you to try and forget him.

Day 67

My Dearest YN,

I promise I’m not stalking you or anything, but I saw you at the market the other day. I’m sure you saw me too which is what caused you to drop most of your items. It was cute though, don’t worry. You’re always adorable. Anyway, I saw that you just left everything and didn’t buy them, so here you go. Always stock up on food, okay? You know better than to let someone like me stop you from having your nutrients. Anyway, I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Here is your daily ‘I love you.’

I love you. A lot.

Love, Jeonghan

You looked at the bags filled with various snacks and drinks. You already knew he put extra items in there so you wouldn’t have to go and make a second trip.

As you thought before, it’s small acts like these that make it so difficult for you to move on. Jeonghan just knows the way to your heart, and it fucking sucks because you wish he could just stop.

Day 74

My Dearest YN,

I saw this couple move in next door. They looked very happy and excited to finally have a home of their own together. Maybe get married and start a family. I dreamed about having that life with you. I wanted to give you the world, and I still do.

They were playing music the other day. They were laughing so loud that you could hear it through the walls. It reminded me of the time when we came home after your birthday and you were spending the night. I put on some music and we danced in the living room with no lights on, just the two of us.

I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I can’t help it though; I really fucking miss you. And I keep playing that same song we danced to; it’s always on repeat for me.

Anyway, here’s your daily ‘I love you’ before I continue to reminisce about the good times.

I love you. My love.

Love, Jeonghan

How could he dream about having that life with you when you both don’t know how to love. No, when you don’t know how to love. You can’t even deny it because you want that life with him, but your fear is getting in the way of that, and it frustrates you so much because all he wants to do is show you what it’s like to fall and be in love.

If you were Jeonghan, you’d do the exact same thing he was doing. This really makes you not forget a person.

Your mind wandered to the memory the two of you shared on your birthday. The song was anything but slow because he thought it was too cheesy, so he whipped out his phone and played some Rihanna.

You both jumped in the dark and attempted to sing along, then eventually were brought together at the bridge. You held each other so tight and didn’t let go even when the song was over.

That song is such a happy song, yet whenever you hear it, it makes you want to cry your eyes out. If only you weren’t such a coward, maybe you two would be together right now and living your lives filled with happiness; dancing your hearts out in the house you two shared.

Day 81

My Dearest Yn,

I had a really rough day today. I just wasn’t feeling it at all when I was at work, but I also didn’t want to go home because you wouldn’t be there to make me feel better. I probably shouldn’t be telling you things like this, it just fucks up everything, I think. I hope your day was better than mine and if it wasn’t, I hope this will make you feel better. It made me feel better buying them for you. Here’s your daily ‘I love you.’

I love you. And I’ll love you until the last flower dies.

Love, Jeonghan

You couldn’t believe that buying you a bouquet of flowers made his day better. But you did wonder what was wrong, and your first instinct was to call him and immediately check up on him, but you deleted his number. Well, you do have it memorized but you promised yourself you wouldn’t dare try to contact him unless it was an emergency.

You took the vase of flowers and put it by the window so it can live for as long as it can, secretly hoping they will never die.

~

It’s been five days and you haven’t received a letter. You thought that maybe it was just his schedule so he didn’t have time to send you anything. It shouldn’t really bother you because you wanted this in the first place.

However, five days soon became one week, then into two, then three, and now a month. You didn’t know what happened or what made him stop.

Did he meet someone new? Was he too busy? Was he trying to see if you would reach out to him? These questions led you up to where you were now; in front of his house.

Your heart rate increased with every step you took as you approached his front door. You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. You waited a few seconds, thinking he was doing something. When there was no answer, you rang the bell again. You leaned onto the left side, putting most of your weight on your left leg and then switched it to the right side. Confused that there was no answer, you looked in the driveway and saw a car; it wasn’t Jeonghan’s car. You began to panic as you thought that maybe he did in fact meet someone new.

You slowly began to back away and return to your car before hearing the door open.

“YN?” You turned around to be met with the soft eyes of Chan, “What are you doing here?” You pondered about whether you should tell him the reason why you were there or just to make something up. Telling the truth was best right now.

“Oh, hi Chan. Uh, is Jeonghan around?” Chan pursed his lips, refusing to give you any information of the said man’s whereabouts. “Ah, I’m uh, I was just wondering where he is and if he’s okay. I don’t know if he told you or the rest of the guys, but he’s been writing me letters for almost four months and then they suddenly stopped. I just want to know if he’s okay.”

You took a deep breath before seeing a fire ignite in Chan’s eyes, “You want to know if he’s okay? Really? Your spoiled ass doesn’t get a letter for a month and now you come back thinking he’ll be here?” Hot tears were streaming down Chan’s face as you watched in shock, seeing Mingyu appear behind him with sadness in his eyes. “You want to know if he’s okay, YN?”

“Chan,” Mingyu reached for the youngest shoulder only for him to shake it off and step outside, into your personal bubble.

“No! She’s the reason! If he didn’t drop off those stupid letters, none of us would be mourning for him right now! You want to know what happened to Jeonghan? He crashed. He fucking crashed while trying to drop off your stupid letter. You didn’t deserve him!” Mingyu hugged Chan from behind, slowly dragging him back inside, “You didn’t deserve him!”

“I’m so sorry, YN. I think it’s best that you leave.” With that, Mingyu closed the door as you heard Chan’s ruffled cries through the walls.

Your ears couldn’t believe what they heard just moments ago. There is no way Jeonghan is gone, there’s no way.

You didn’t notice the tears falling down your face before the door opened again, this time meeting Joshua’s cold eyes.

“Here,” He held out a familiar envelope, “I know he wanted you to have this, so take it.” You softly took the envelope from his grasp.

“I’m so sorry Shua.” A small sob escaped past your lips as he nodded.

“Me too. Now go, but don’t drive with tears in your eyes. We can’t lose another, okay?” You nodded your head and attempted to slow your breathing down before saying goodbye and walking back to your car.

Looking at the envelope, you read the number on it; Day 88. You decided to open it, too impatient to wait until you got home. Ripping the fold, you took out the white paper and held your breath:

My Dearest YN,

I hope you have been taking care of the flowers I got you last week. Because if you didn’t then my love would be fading, but that’s impossible! I’m sure you noticed but one of them is fake hehe. That means that my love for you will never die. Even when I go to the grave, my love will go on and on. Like that one scene in that movie you showed me, I think it was called ‘A Walk to Remember’? Something along the lines of that. But it is true what they say. My love for you is like the wind, you can’t see it, but you can feel it.

Wow I’m writing like I’m never going to write to you again. But anyway, I’m just hoping you didn’t throw away the flowers because I want you to use those as a reminder that I’ll always love you. So here it is, your daily ‘I love you.’

I love you.

P.s. I felt extra happy today so I want you to feel happy when you read this :)

Love, Jeonghan

You slammed your hand on the steering wheel, letting out a cry of pain. The crumpled paper in your hand, hot tears of anger and sadness freely falling like a waterfall. You hated yourself. You absolutely regret everything that you have ever done. Chan was right. You didn’t deserve Jeonghan. You didn’t deserve his time, love, patience; none of it. He was a man who just wanted to love and he wanted to show it. You hated yourself with your every being because you should have just followed your heart and taken the risk, but now you had to pay the price and pain of being selfish. This letter hurt more than anything because even though it was unintentional to make it seem like a goodbye letter, it really felt like one.

Why couldn’t you just let him love you? Why couldn’t you just let yourself love him?

You were too young and immature to love a man like Jeonghan or to be loved by a man like him. Like Chan said, you didn’t deserve it.

As you continued to cry in the car, you didn’t see the eyes watching you from the window of the house. The eyes felt sorrowful that they did this to you, but they can’t bear to watch their friend be in pain any longer.

The three have switched off everyday for the past month to make sure Jeonghan doesn’t try to get out of the house to see you. They needed a way to get Jeonghan to stop persuing for someone who doesn’t want to put in the same effort as he is willing to do.

“Jeonghan, you know it was for the best.” The man refused to look at the younger ones in front of him, “Jeonghan, please say something. I gave them the letter like you wanted.”

“Yeah, you did give them that. Except forgetting to tell them the fact that I’m not dead. It wasn’t a big accident and I made a promise to them that I will always find a way, but all of you stopped it!”

Mingyu ran his fingers through his hair, “Do you not see what they were doing to you? I get that they may have loved you, but if they were too scared to admit it, then they didn’t love you enough to tell you. You shouldn’t have to punish yourself for something that isn’t your fault because your letters say that you’re okay when you’re not.”

Jeonghan stood up from his seat, glaring hard at his friends, “Stop saying that,” His voice cracked, “please.”

Chan stood up, meeting him and putting his hands on his shoulders, “Jeonghan, you can make the same memories with someone who will give the same amount of effort as you.”

He heard the words the younger was saying, but it didn’t process at all because one thing that he knows for sure is that he won’t ever dance the same like he did with you.

“I can’t Chan. I love them.”

[tomhollandsmut]

Loose Ropes 🤷‍♀️

Dom!->Sub!Tom Holland X Sub!->Dom!Female!Reader

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N & Tom Holland

Point of View: 3rd Person Point of View

Warnings: Smut and swearing! Some fluff as well. THIS IS REALLY SMUTTY. FR. (and hell yeah, we got switches..😉)

Category: Imagine

Quick Summary: Tom punishes you, until the roles get switched...

Requested?: No

Author’s Notes: This is HELLA LONG. Enjoy this, my lovelies! Have a beautiful day. <3

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You knew that you weren’t following the rules. His rules to be exact. Tom told you to never touch yourself without his permission, and whenever he was away. And worst of all, he told you not to ever cum without his permission as well. Yet, here you were, touching yourself, gaining the best relief you could ever feel. You’ve had so much pent up sexual frustration, and it was amazing to finally let go of it all. You felt guilty, but you also needed this. You knew that you could (would) get in trouble for this, but Tom wasn’t here. He was at his Onward premiere, enjoying his time with the fans and his cast mates. He told you that he would be coming in 2 more days. It’s been about two weeks without Tom by your side, and you needed relief, so you resorted to this.

You were laying on your shared bed, with your panties rested at your ankles. You were in a state of bliss, and let out all of your moans and groans. You didn’t care that your neighbours would hear, you were more focused on pleasuring yourself, in the moment.

You reached your high, and never felt more relieved. You then heard footsteps coming towards you and Tom’s shared bedroom.

‘Wait what?! Is he already here? I thought he would be coming in just 2 more days! Shit! Did he hear me?!’ You had thoughts swirling in your head as you quickly rushed to pull up your panties, and throw over the covers. You pretended to sleep as Tom entered the bedroom. ‘I didn’t even hear him come in, what the fuck? Oh my god did he hear me?’

You felt Tom give you a kiss on your forehead and heard him start changing. You peeked a little through your eyelids and saw him changing into comfier clothes. Fuck Did you miss him. You closed your eyes as he lie down next you, trying not to wake you up. You pretended to wake up and held his hand that was wrapped around your waist.

“Mm, I missed you,” you said, "tiredly.” “I missed you too, angel.” Tom responded, as he gave you a kiss on your head. ‘Okay, so he didn’t hear me.’ You felt relieved and snuggled into his arms. You and Tom slept for about an hour, since he must’ve felt really tired and jet-lagged.

After your little nap together, you and Tom were on the couch relaxing, while watching some TV. Suddenly, Tom started kissing you, and he went on top of you, as it started to get a little heated. you moaned into the kiss, and Tom stopped, getting some air for the both of you. “I missed you so much, love,” Tom said, as he was about to kiss you again, but suddenly stopped halfway between you and Tom’s lips. “But I know what you did.”

You froze. ‘SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT...’ You looked into his eyes and put on your best innocent face. You backed up a little as you asked, “What?” You saw his eyes turn a shade darker, and you felt even more nervous than you already were.

He chuckled wickedly, and immediately set his hand on your throat and squeezed lightly, but enough for you to get a little lightheaded. You slightly whimpered as you heard him say, “Don’t act like you didn’t cum as I walked in. I know you broke my rules, doll.”

You tried to talk him into your excuses. “Tommy, baby, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I just wanted to cum so bad! I-”

You were interrupted by his laugh and his grip on your throat went a little tighter, until he fully let go. You then saw his demeanor change completely.

“I’m just kidding, darling. I know you wouldn’t break my rules.” Tom said while chuckling at your shocked and confused expression. He acted as if he hadn’t just choked you and found out your secret you though he wouldn’t ever find out.

‘How did he jus-? What? Okay, now he’s just playing with me.’ So, you decided to laugh along, as you sat up again.

Then, in a matter of seconds, Tom was about to kiss you again, then chuckled and stopped halfway between both of you and Tom’s lips, once again.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Your eyes widened as he kissed you.

You immediately ran to your bedroom and stripped, knowing that Tom would’ve wanted you to anyways. You lie down on the bed, waiting nervously for what Tom was going to do. You saw him walk into the room and he went to the dresser and grabbed out ropes and a red ball gag, and you whimpered at the sight.

‘Fuck.’

Tom tied your ankles to the bedposts with the rope, and put the ball gag on you, all while saying nothing. Dead silence filled the room as he went back to his dresser and pulled out your vibrating panties.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck...’ He could control your panties with just an app on his phone. You started to whimper as he walked up to you, and you looked at him with pleading eyes and furrowed eyebrows, as he put them on you. Tom then tied your ankles to the bedposts.

Tom looked at you with his dark eyes, and said, “Since you wanted to cum so bad, I’ll make you cum for the days you missed.”

Your eyes went wide, and you whimpered, as you heard Tom chuckle.

You missed 14 days. 2 whole painstaking weeks without orgasming.

“Listen to my rules, darling.”

Tom then left the room, and you heard him turn on the TV.

Then you felt the buzzing. Your groans, moans, and whimpers were muffled by the ball gag, but you were pretty sure that Tom could hear you. He in fact did, but tried to ignore you, as he put the TV’s volume louder, and wickedly smiled to himself.

You were on orgasm #8, and you were feeling a little weak from how intense the orgasms were. You were gripping the headboard for dear life, throughout the entire time.

You had to get out of the ropes You needed to. You couldn’t take it anymore.

So, you tried tugging on the ropes, and you found out that one of them was loose. ‘Why couldn’t I have found this out earlier?!’ you thought, as you mentally face-palmed yourself.

Thankfully, Tom gave you a short break, so you used this to your advantage, getting one of your hands out of the ropes. You reached over your other hand, and untied the other rope. You were mentally thanking the fact that your hands weren’t that sore from the ropes, since you gripped onto the headboard for the whole time. Then, once you were going to reach down to untie your ankles, you felt the buzzing come back again, and you flinched.

Thankfully you still had the ball gag on, so Tom wouldn’t hear you moaning out loud. You reached down, and slid the vibrating panties down to your ankles, and then untied your ankles from the bedposts. You unbuckled the ball gag from your mouth and massaged your jaw a little bit, and then quietly got off of the bed. You put on your clothes, and made your way out the door.

You looked out into the hallway, and saw Tom watching the TV. Perfect. Now’s your chance.

You casually walked over to Tom and saw his eyes immediately widen, and saw his expression switch from calm to confused.

“Y/N, how did you-” Tom said as he was getting up from the couch, but you quickly stopped him, and lightly squeezed your hand that wrapped around his throat. You heard him whimper and smirked as now he was the one with pleading eyes and furrowed eyebrows. His hands came up to wrap around the one around his throat, as you pushed him back down onto the couch. You straddled his waist and gave a peck to his forehead.

You were about to kiss him on the lips, but stopped midway from both of you and Tom’s lips, copying him from earlier.

“Bedroom. Now.”

You saw Tom’s eyes widen, and his mouth hang open. You closed his mouth and pressed a kiss to his lips. He swallowed hard and realized that he was following your rules now. He walked to the bedroom, as you turned off the TV, and followed him shortly after.

You saw him standing in the middle of the bedroom, fully clothed, and having a confused look on his face. He didn’t know what to do next, since you have been in charge of him like this, in the bedroom.

You internally got excited, but quickly said, “Strip.” You stripped only your sweatpants, and looked at him. He was still standing, flustered and confused, so you walked over to him, and kissed him. It was crazy how submissive he could get in a few seconds. But you loved it.

“Lay on your back. Hands and ankles to the bedposts.” Tom didn’t say anything, he was still too shocked and flustered to. You smirked when he listened to you.

“Look who’s in charge now, baby.” you said as you tied his wrists and ankles tot he bedposts, leaving him in the position you last were. You then grabbed the ball gag, washed it in the bathroom, and went back over to Tom. You looked at him with dark and lustful eyes, meanwhile he looked at you with big, sparkly, puppy dog eyes, filled with lust.

“Open up, baby.” you said, as you held the ball gag near his mouth, but Tom refused. You look at him with a stern look on your face, to which he quickly said, “Please angel, I’m so sorry for doing that to you, you don’t have to do this. I can make you feel good.”

You laughed at his request, “You already did.”

Tom’s mouth slightly hung open, and you took the chance to put the ball gag into his mouth. You then made sure that the ropes were secure, so that you wouldn’t make the same mistake he did, and so that he wouldn’t escape, just like you did. He whimpered when you tightened the ropes a little more, and you asked, “Is this okay?” He nodded and you gave him a kiss on his forehead, to which he whimpered again.

You looked at his hard cock. His tip was red and leaking with pre-cum, and he looked absolutely delicious.

You climbed back onto him, and straddled his lap. You left red and purple marks on his neck and upper chest, which made him moan and whimper. Tom was usually the one to leave those type of marks on your body. You looked up at him with one raised eyebrow, when you heard him tug on the ropes.

Tom looked so beautiful like this; his hands and ankles tied to the bedposts, his drool spilling from his lips, onto his chin and neck from the ball gag, his pink tinted cheeks, and his sparkly, puppy dog, lust filled eyes.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, baby boy,” you said as you kissed down his abs, until you reached his hard cock. You held the base of his cock, which made him whimper under your touch.

“Is this what you want, Tommy? Do you want me to touch you?”

You saw him nod his head vigorously, and heard his whimpers. He tried to talk through the ball gag, but it was just a muffled and whimpered mess.

You chuckled and asked him, “Do you want to talk, Tommy?” He nodded his head, and tugged onto the restraints.

You laughed a little at how eager he was to finally be able to speak. “Okay, baby boy, okay.”

You reached over to his head, and unbuckled the ball gag from his head. You massaged his jaw, and asked if he was okay, to which he answered with a small, “Yes,” and a small smile. You smiled back at him, and kissed him. The kiss was soft, and light, but then got a little heated and needy. You traveled to his hard cock again, and placed small kisses to the side of his cock.

“Fuck darling, please don’t tease me.” Tom said, as he was groaning.

You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, and innocently asked him, “But Tommy, didn’t you do the same thing?”

He groaned and you teased him more and more with your mouth and hands. You would sometimes lightly squeeze the base of his cock, and he would just moan. He couldn’t take it anymore, and just started to beg.

“Please doll, I want your mouth on me, anything! Please, I just wanna cum so badly.” Tom said, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

You could hear the neediness in his voice, and finally gave in. You licked his tip, and then wrapped your lips around it, and started to suck on it lightly. You traced the side of it with your tongue, and looked up at Tom, and saw his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he let out a guttural moan.

You winked at him when he looked back at you, and he smiled back. You licked up the side of the shaft, and then deepthroated him as far as you could, without him expecting it. You felt Tom’s hips start bucking, and heard his moans pouring out of his mouth.

“Fuck darling, just like that! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you heard him say, breathily.

You could’ve came right then and there at the sound of his moans. They were music to your ears.

You deepthroated him, and then came back up to lick the tip, and you heard Tom moan, “Fuck. I’m gonna cum! Fuck love, right there, right-fuck!”

You immediately took your hands and mouth off of him as he came. He whined and whimpered, as you saw ribbons of his cum landing on his stomach.

“Fuck love, what the hell?!” Tom said, and you immediately grabbed his sensitive cock and lightly squeezed. “Want me to keep going?”

“Fuck! Please, no, doll,” Tom breathily whined.

You smirked at him, and kissed the tip of his cock, to which he bucked his hips and whimpered. You licked up the cum that was on his stomach, while looking directly into Tom’s eyes.

“Fuck princess, you’re such a tease.” Tom groaned. You smiled at him.

“You hungry?” you asked, as you straddled his waist.

“Fuck yeah. Come sit on my face, pretty girl.” you heard Tom say, to which you glared at him, and lightly squeezed his throat again.

You quickly smiled as he went back to his submissive side again. You kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear, “Know your place, baby.”

You straddled Tom’s face and asked if he was okay.

“Yes, love.”

You sat on his face, and he wasted no time to get you near your high. You were a moaning mess already. Even though Tom didn’t use his fingers, his nose was prodding at your clit, as he stuck his tongue inside of you, and quickly shook his head in your pussy. You grabbed onto his hair and caught him looking up at you, and you bit your lip.

“Fuck Tommy, just like that! Keep going, baby,” you moaned, getting out of breath quickly.

Tom then moved his lips and sucked your clit, to which you let out a breathy and loud moan. You heard Tom groan in your pussy, and the vibrations felt amazing, as you moaned again.

“Fuck love,” you heard Tom mumble into your pussy, which made you throw your head back and roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“Fuck Tommy! I’m gonna cum!” you moaned as Tom kept on licking and sucking your pussy, using his tongue and nose to pleasure you.

“Mm, cum for me, angel,” Tom mumbled into your clit, and you threw your head back, rolled your eyes into the back of your head, and moaned loudly. You were seeing nothing but white, and felt nothing but euphoria. Tom kept on eating you out, and licked up the mess he made you make, which made you moan even more.

When you caught your breath, you got off of Tom, and straddled his waist again, admiring how his face was soaked with your juices. You leaned down and kissed him, moaning into the kiss when you tasted yourself.

You then lined yourself up with Tom’s cock, and sank down.

“Ohhh, fuck,” you heard Tom say as he threw his head back against the headboard, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as you squeezed around him.

“Fuck darling, you’re so-fuck, you’re so fucking tight. I missed your tight pussy.” Tom moaned, and you clenched around him again, which made him moan again. You start moving up and down on his cock, and he starts to turn even more red, enjoying the view, and feeling hot.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful, darling,” Tom groaned. You felt him start to buck into you too, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you leaned down and kissed his lips, moaning into them.

You bit into his neck, and he groaned, “You like that, Tommy? Does that feel good, baby boy?”

Tom nodded, and you kept attacking his new sweet spot, licking and biting that spot. You leaned back up again, and bounced even harder onto his cock, and you hear Tom moan and see him gripping hard onto the headboard.

“Fuck baby, I’m getting so fucking close!” you whimpered to Tom.

“Me too angel, fuck, rub your clit for me, love. Just like that, darling,” Tom moaned while looking at you rubbing your clit in small circles.

“Fuck Tommy! I’m cumming!” you moaned as you came around his cock. Your orgasm felt more intense this time, and you felt even more euphoric than your last orgasm.

“Shit, shit, shit! Fuck yeah, darling. Come all on my cock. Fuuuckk” you heard Tom say as you were still caught up in your orgasm. You felt ribbons of cum coating your walls, and you clenched around Tom as he came, and he let out a guttural moan.

You didn’t see the mess you made until you heard Tom say, “Fuck princess, I didn’t know you could squirt. Damn, that was hot as hell.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at Tom’s body, and saw all of your juices, covering Tom’s chest and stomach. You turned redder than you were before, and hid your face with your hands.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Fuck I didn’t know I made this mess-” Tom cut you off and admitted, “No angel, don’t apologize to me about that. That shit was fucking hot. I’ll admit it.”

You looked at Tom, and leaned down to kiss him, which was sweet and soft. You finally got off of Tom and helped him out of the ropes. You clean up Tom, and he admires and smiles at you as you do. You smile back at him and playfully stick your tongue out at him, which makes Tom chuckle.

“I love you.” Tom said, stroking your cheek, which made you smile warmly at him.

“I love you more, Tommy.”

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Author’s Notes: Thank you for reading!! So sorry that this was long as hell, and that it took me a long time to upload a fic, but hope you lovelies enjoyed<3

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[altviktcrr]

『MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL ❙ NONBINARY』 ⟿ looks like VIKTOR SAMUELS is here for HIS/THEIR SENIOR year as a VISUAL ARTS student. HE/THEY are 24 years old & known to be OBSERVANT, INGENIOUS, RETICENT & DEPENDENT. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ JAMES. 20. EST. SHE/THEY.

hllo ,,, again ,,, this is my last child i SWEAR ,,, at least fr now ,,, hes also the most problematic one ,,, the most dramatic ,,, one of my absolute faves ,,, pleathe love him. as always if u wish to plot please like this so i can msg u !!!

TW DEATH, HEAVY GRIEF, OVERDOSE / DRUG ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, HYPERSEXUALITY, RELIGION MENTIONS, MENTAL ILLNESS

aesthetic.

old tvs and their static, worn tapes, horror movie screams, spilled ink, a sculptor’s hands, clay-stained, chicken scratch handwriting, messy notes, messy hair, scoffs and eye-rolls, bruised knuckles, sore throats, funeral homes and a crying preacher, shattered ceramics, knife fights, high ledges, vertically-striped pants, red lights, the moon shrouded in clouds, cigarette butts, graveyards and half-empty wine bottles, sitting there for hours and talking to nothing, about nothing, a god complex, gold rings adorning both hands, barbwire baseball bats, having never played baseball in your life, deep eyebags and broken mirrors, a permanent chip on one’s shoulder, yearning, longing, wishing.

basic info.

full name: viktor phillip samuels

nickname(s): icky vicky :/

b.o.d. - jan 2nd

label(s): the black hole, the crepehanger, the impious, the opaque, the tempest, etc.

height: 6′1″

hometown: rochester, new york

sexuality: pansexual uwu

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inspired by: beetlejuice (beetlejuice), sid (toy story), jack sparrow (pirates of the caribbean), francis wilkerson (malcolm in the middle), azula (avatar: the last airbender), vicky (the fairly oddparents), stu macher / billy loomis (scream), marshall lee (adventure time), bojack horseman (bojack horseman), any it’s always sunny character :/

biography.

born to mama and papa (preacher) samuels in rochester, new york - fifteen minutes after his twin sister, tatiana samuels. years later, rosa samuels joined the gang. 

was an awkward, quiet kid growing up, he didn’t interact well with others and preferred being left alone to dig up worms and draw on the walls of their childhood home. the only exception was his twin, really.

as he got older he grew out of this, but instead became like ... sort of an asshole? maybe to compensate for years of childhood awkwardness. he’s the sort of person who will bite the hand that feeds him & developed into a full time nuisance by middle school, unlike tatiana who was much more subtle about her conniving manners.

always has been a fan of ‘darker’ materials. grim & creepy morbid shit. probably the biggest tim burton fan, ever since he was a kid ... not a good look for a preacher’s son, but he never really felt ‘in’ with the rest of his family to begin with. classic black sheep syndrome.

drew disturbing pictures as a kid that probably prompted one or two or five phone calls home to assure everything was fine. 

just really had a knack for art at a young age, from drawing to painting to playing with clay. it’s always been his Thing and probably is the only thing he’s good at.

being twins with tatiana was hard. they were near opposite besides both being quite mean-spirited. tatiana handled being in public better, left a better image behind - but viktor had talent, more than she did. they loved each other deeply - y’know, those unbreakable twin bonds as cliche as it sounds - but found each other as competition for their parents’ attention. a rivalry for affection.

in high school is when viktor really started to act out. it started extreme, like losing his virginity in their church and vandalism around the neighborhoods. faked being possessed in the middle of sunday service & almost had an exorcism performed on him.

his only redeemable trait was like ... just his sheer talent in the arts. was in a 3D art AP course and specialized in sculptures. he could pretty much create anything he wanted with enough dedication.

because he was the problem child, the one who deserved to be disciplined for all his antics, tatiana could sneak away and get away with whatever she wanted much easier. on the bright-side, for her, i guess.

not a very motivated person - wasn’t planning on going to college, much less going to radcliffe but his parents literally wrote & sent his college application for him because they weren’t going to house a deadbeat but had too much heart to kick him out onto the streets. cool!

he’s actually pretty smart but he just doesn’t apply himself. has a minor in english because he didn’t care for an extra course-load, but he’s good at writing & analyzing literature. is going to use it to write and illustrate his own series of children books with a style similar to tim burton’s. not for the kids, but because he likes to leave a trail of terror in whatever he does.

has been experimenting with himself since high school but college is where he really had started to crack down on himself. was out as pansexual & nonbinary by his sophomore year of college just ... not to his parents, who don’t really need to know. 

if you asked him if he believed in twins having a psychic connection with each other - he’d tell you he wouldn’t know. it felt believable at times, but sometimes he had no idea what was going on inside of tatiana’as head. on the other hand - viktor had always felt oddly transparent to her, like she knew all of his moves before he did. the only person who could predict him accurately.

( TW DEATH, GRIEF, OVERDOSE / HOSPITALIZATION BEYOND THIS POINT )

when tatiana disappeared, viktor knew something was up. it was a twist in his gut, pure instinct that something wasn’t right. and it wasn’t right - and when she was proclaimed missing, they couldn’t find her.

and when tatiana died - viktor knew. it felt wrong, something cut so severely in him he could pinpoint her death to the second. he didn’t know how, or why, but he knew it. knew it before anybody else had.

afterwards he went on a sort of bender. he’d begun to struggle with a mild drug addiction late senior year of high school / early college, but he was managing it up until this point. 

his mental health had also sunk to an all-time low, when it’d never been great to begin with. (manic & depressive episodes. once fixated on a sculpting project for six months and then knocked it off the table and destroyed it as soon as he finished it for no apparent reason.)

tatiana’s body wasn’t found immediately, and when it was ... viktor went off the rails. ended up overdosing & being hospitalized. spent six months in & out of psychiatric care after that.

came back to radcliffe to finish his senior year because ... for the reasons above, he hadn’t been able to complete it. just wants to get his credits and get out of here.

is still dealing with a lot of trauma & grief, especially since the one year anniversary of tatiana’s death was this month (january) - causes him to spiral and be unpredictable in regards of his mental health. he stopped taking his medication, so. :/ some days are alright, other days are pretty bad.

personality.

the human embodiment of a gremlin that was fed after midnight. a goblin, if you will. one of those cats with a narrow head and really big ears ... that’s them!

a big horror & halloween enthusiast. loves the old campy horror movies & probably has an abundance of masks from different movies. dresses like a grimy millennial beetlejuice more than they should because they just ... love those black & white vertical-striped pants. 

can appreciate the lore & cryptids at radcliffe and likes to feed into the fear that surrounds them. is probably the cause of a few ‘anomalies’ and ‘paranormal sightings’ because they’re just ... a jerk.

fashion alternates between e-boy (they would be tiktok famous if they were 17 & didn’t think that a majorly minor based app was weird.), millennial beetlejuice, and goth in a crop top & sweatpants. big fan of crop tops and a big fan of sweatpants. 

they can be really fucking mean? petty, aggressive, a major instigator. will literally spit in your face for little to no reason, you could just look at them the wrong way. the kind of person who will stick their gum into someone else’s hair. other than that? they’re like ... sort of okay. they’re not always mean, just a dick about 90% of the time lmao

like okay yeah they’ll call someone a stinky bitch for no reason except they feel like it and believes it. it’s fine, they’re fine, we’re fine.

despite the fact that they’re probably getting into a fight whenever, considers themself to be a lover and not a fighter but that’a primarily because they fuck a lot. uses it as a coping mechanism, like they’re this big fancy carnival show that’s like ‘come one, come all! fuck the dead girl’s twin brother!’ and it’s ... a Lot. might have a problem with hypsersexuality but they’re not fully aware of it. 

the preacher’s whore son, basically :)

pansexual & nonbinary, switches between he & they pronouns often and without a pattern, but they have such a fragile grip on their identity that you could call them ‘dog-faced bitch’ and they’d turn around like. sup.

vastly impulsive ... like i said, they destroy their own creations for the fun of it. spends all teir money on useless shit, will cheat on someone because they feel like it & likes the thrill, screams into the night sky frequently like a cat in heat.

will also spend months creating useless shit for no reason too. spent six of them sculpting a hollowed out tree the size of them & then took a sledgehammer to it.

they’re very super dramatic. would play the organ at church when nobody was looking after them and service was about to start. would just churn out these super haunting, creepy melodies like they were phantom of the opera. would do the same exact thing at home on their keyboard with the pipe organ setting whenever they got grounded until their parents took it away HBDSJFNGKH

will absolutely not talk about their ‘time away’ because it’s not anyone’s business, not even their own younger sister. still refuses to talk about tatiana’s death, or their mental health, or their addiction (fallen back into it but it hasn’t gotten severe ... yet :/), or anything involving their own emotions.

will just change the topic abruptly, no warning. asks about the jonas brothers instead and they fucking hate the jonas brothers.

that being said they’re absolutely not over tatiana’s death & it’s to the point of obsession over it. like there’s some kind of secret that needs to be uncovered, even though there just. isn’t. tatiana was their rock and they were pretty much dependent on her. kept them grounded. could control them when nobody else could, got into their head easier than others. it’s sort of like rosa lost two siblings that day because viktor hasn’t been the same since.

emotionally unavailable while also crying twice a day. cries during their brawls but still wins. is stony-faced when they tell you they cheated on you with your much hotter best friend.

will tell you straight up what they want from you, no bullshit & no beating around the bush. just blunt. if they want to fuck, nothing else, then that’s it. if they feel deviation or developing feelings then they’ll ghost in less than a second. is awful like that but feels no shame.

but also emotional as shit and it’s confusing. will cry on a whim and then flip you off if you try to console them or ask them what’s up. will bite you.

they go to therapy but they just fuck around and wastes their therapists’ time ... also is fucking their therapist, but that’s neither here nor there. so they’re not really getting the help they need.

likes to be intimidating but not ... with their body or anything because they’re a TWIG but uses their love & knowledge of horror and creepy shit to their advantage. has an abundance of fake blood. has channeled the energy of jack nicholson and used it on tatiana’s boyfriends before (also is a big fan of sfx makeup & has dabbled in it)

probably chases kids around with a chainsaw without the chain on halloween every year.

generally never doing good, both mental health wise & morally. would probably steal candy from a baby for funsies.

i don’t know if there’s a good to them somewhere deep down, but they don’t see any issues with themself either. nothing really breaks through to them anymore because the only person who ever made them stop and think about their actions was tatiana, and well, y’know. :/

an introverted reclusive type who doesn’t like most people or going out, but does so anyway if it means a quick high & a cheap thrill.

pretty observant and likes to analyze people even though they’re often like ... partially wrong. judgmental because they like to make people feel bad, not because they’re a righteous mighty person. because they’re not. so like, a hypocrite!

wanted connections.

a roommate... but it’s an absolute nightmare to live with him.

enemies... because viktor would have a lot of them...

familiar faces... people who knew tatiana or of her / were her friends. maybe even those who dated her, and who viktor would’ve tried to intimidate / scare at any given chance :/

pitiful glances... people who take pity on viktor and he hates it sooo much.

hooligan gremlin kids... just a friend group of grown ass adults who do drugs and fuck shit up around town like they’re edgy teenagers.

high school girlfriend... probably the one he lost his virginity to inside his family church :/

childhood acquaintances... people who knew him from his youth.

exes... good & bad terms, but mostly bad terms because viktor is an actual demon. probably cheated on them.

soft... i don’t know if he’s soft towards anyone and/or is capable of it but we can try. we can try.

unrequited... either viktor just doesn’t like them or he’s holding back because he’s :/ got issues with relationships & is self-sabotaging as one does

enemies with Tension... of the ... spicy kind if you know what i mean. wink.

friends... old friends, new friends, bad friends, good friends, close friends, frenemies, etc. i don’t know how many he had but if your muse likes to cause a ruckus and fuck shit up then viktor’s your man.

hook-ups... current or old. friends with benefits, one night stands, anything and everything because he fucks around a lot.

ride or die... friendship but make it extreme.

bad influence... he’s just toxic to be around and brings out the worst in people :/

bad egg... he’s gotten into a few fights :/ maybe you witnessed it. maybe you were in it.

literally anything i wld love all sorts of plots.

[kaz3313]

Hell is in the Ink Machine

Chapter 3 and not close to being done (this story was originally going to be 5 chapters lol)

@a-rae-of-sunshine thank you for all the support you've given to me and for inspiring to create this!

Also I added a few Ocs that I just meant them to be a one time use kind but I might actually expand on them (and make versions of them out of this AU!)

As always TW violence/gore

(PS I live for reblogs and comments and tags and you can just key smash and it will warm my heart. So thanks to all those that have done any of those things or all of them I appreciate it)

Screaming is never a good sign especially in accordance with Henry’s new violent tendencies.

Wally closes his eyes hearing the screech. He’d made it to a vent and was planning on leaving the place through it. Henry made no attempt to join him, just aimlessly walked away, and for once Wally felt he’d be able to escape.

But that scream...it sounds a lot like Miss. Campbell...how could he leave her if she is in trouble? Wally is the only one Henry wouldn’t attack outright he should stay with him to keep him in line.

 Though why should he? He’s barely twenty-three and he shouldn’t have to babysit a man who in an instant could kill.

The moral dilemma sits in his mind like a stomach full of food poisoning. Susie is one of the nicest people he knew; the two would gossip, eat, and even go shopping together (Both Shawn and Sammy poked fun at him for it. Wearing clothes he knew he could never afford was always fun to him it felt like an adult game of dress up).  When she was new to being a voice actress at the studio Wally would always encourage her. The two even did funny voices together to pass the time on slow days (though Wally half the time only exaggerated his voice). He left Tom and Alison without a second thought and even if neither were hurt he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Wally sighs but his mind is already made up.

 Sammy’s vision still is sinking in darkness when he manages to crawl to his office. His body yells in protest as he forces himself to his knees scrambling in one of his drawers. He pulls out an extra pair of pants and shirt he saves in case of an ink leak. Instead of a usual new stain of ink on the old clothes splotches of red show on the grey fabric. His fingers tremble as he attempts to tie both articles to his chest.

The loss of blood finally makes a bigger impact as the world wobbles but Sammy tries to counter it with rhythmic breathing and sheer will. Luckily he’s stubborn enough to stay conscious as he scoots his way to the office phone. He dials the police department’s number but nothing-not even dial tone- answers his call. Suddenly he realizes the lines dead and drops the phone emitting a small whimpering noise. Out of all the days-

His half broken thoughts are interrupted by the scream echoing through the studio. The voice seems so familiar but Sammy can’t place it. Not that he needs to he sends silent empathy to whatever poor soul is caught in line with the axe and the man behind it.

He swallows again not knowing what to do. He assumes either everyone in the art department is dead or unaffected; Henry doesn’t seem to have any in betweens. If there is alive people he could do his best to explain but...well the dead have to use Not only that but Sammy isn’t too sure how long he'll last with the pain he’s forced to endure. Stairs seem unpleasant and time consuming at the moment.

Now he can always travel downward but the chance of encountering Henry again was high. Then again it would be a better chance to find alive people then the animation department.

The exit is in the animation department though he could escape, collapse in the road, and someone may be a kind Samaritan to bring him to the hospital. If he leaves though the studio will be,without warning or mercy, in the hands of Henry.

He closes his eyes to better consideration unknowingly he’d fall under the ever present threat of a restless sleep.

 Shawn hears the scream as clear as day and as much as he’d love to run to be hero he fears he’s too late. Last he knew Susie was I an unsuspecting storage room with shelves to block the door but based on the scream and a gut feeling Shawn guesses she didn’t stay there long.

 He stares at his desk knowing the selfishness of grabbing his stuff in case he needed to leave quickly rather than looking and helping people out beforehand. He reasons with himself that he can’t help anyone if he’s dead as well as reasons that if he has no money he might as well be dead.

A familiar whistle fills his ears as his head pokes up seeing the wandering man in the department. Shawn recognizes him instantly.

Henry; Head to toe he’s covered in dried blood and from lack of apparent wounds Shawn guesses it it’s not his own. He whistles the theme of the cartoon and Shawn remembers he’s the whistler for the theme. That fact does little for him at the moment of the approaching murderer. He quickly shoves himself beneath his desk searching for anything that could be of use to defend himself. All he can find is a sewing needle that he holds like one would hold a pocket knife.

Henry walks slowly and begins to mess with the machines that fill the room. He stuffs then takes out plushies with a mad sort of daze in his eyes. Henry flips switches on and flips them off before turning to the time clock. He repeatedly punches in a time card while muttering phrases under his breath. Although these actions could just seem a little odd Shawn is terrified.

After a few minutes of Henry doing virtually nothing he walks over to Shawn’s desk the Irish man still under. Henry stands staring at Shawn but makes no move toward him. Almost like he can’t see. Shawn breathes out; whatever is in this man’s vision it definitely wasn’t him.

“Don’t even notice me, do ya? You’re in ya own world, ain’t ya? Well at least I’m not there,” Shawn states and Henry tilts his head to the side. “Can ya here me? Do you know where the noise coming fr-“ Shawn feels a pit develop in his stomach as Henry raises his hand. His father always told him not keeping his mouth shut would kill him; Shawn never thought much about the warning.

Henry places a hand on the other’s head and waits. Minutes pass and Shawn feels sweat form on his face. Something more had to happen right? The man is just waiting to kill him? Is he just drawing it out.

Nothing.

Henry leaves; Shawn realizes his opportunity missed but can’t seem to blame himself. There's something otherworldly about the animator. Something that terrifies Shawn even more than anything else.

Screaming and running is a very stereotypical thing for ladies to do but for once Susie decides that it’s not the time to be a groundbreaking women. No, all Susie wants to do is scream and run and cry into Sammy and be held and-

 With all her heart she just wants to be saved and out of this hell. Quickly she finds a large room and barricades herself in breathing heavily. The room she noticies has another glass window and it looks about the same as the last one; why is everything down here so confusing?She sinks to the floor holding her legs to her chest and burying her head in her knees.

“Woah, Boris don’t scare me like that,” Wally jumps just hearing the older man’s voice. He manages a smile out of noticing the twisted irony. He would love to know why he’s always referred to as Boris but hey as long as “You found a weapon buddy?” Henry plucks the pipe Wally has out of his hands.

“That- it’s not yours Henry,” but he just swings it around no desire to give the new item up. “Please, you been calling me buddy and everything. I’ll keep it safe for you,” Even with asking nothing happens and Henry ventures on. Not wanting to leave him too his own devices Wally follows along.

 Henry feels sick to his stomach as he grips the pipe tighter in his hand. The world around him a blend of cartoons and reality. His mind is muddled with memories but a sinking feeling in his chest told him something is off. Something off with the studio closing down, with him leaving, and the ink machine. He couldn’t get his timeline straight but he presses forward hoping an answer would provide itself at the end of his adventure.

His adventure full of ink and horrors no one should live through. At least Boris has joined him; otherwise it would be a rather lonely road.

“Where are you?” These question drifted to his head a few times previously. He was in the hellish Joey Drew Studio in the toy department.

“What are you doing?” Obviously trying to get out; too bad all the falling just lead to his spiral downward.

“Why are you attacking?” The ink creatures were attacking him! He has to defend himself.

“Why have you let your mind succumb to the Ink Machine?” This thought leaves him in a curious wonder. It’s an odd scary thought but something in him resonates with him...but not for long.

They encountered a room full of dead Borises; how horrific.

Wally is forced to see the horrific beginning of the massacre. As soon as he walks in the room full of people he knows bad things are to come. None of them suspected a thing. Wally tries to shout out, a desperate attempt to give them any warning but it was too late. Henry is already coming toward them so without a word Wally swiftly leaves.

Screaming, crying, begging, chaos that Wally decides he won’t experience  experience again. Even if his own mind berates that he’s a coward, at least he’s going to live. A guilty conscious is better than no concious.

Daisy Patch has worked, in the toy department, at Joey Drew Studios for a little over month. It isn’t bad job to say the least nice people, paid enough to provide for herself, and all she has to do is make dolls sometimes even getting the benefit of taking one home when Shawn botches the smiles on them. Her own small smile creeps on her lips thinking of the Irish man. She already knew he wouldn’t be interested in her, well he wasn’t interested in any gal, but a girl could dream. Dream she did and keep all the dolls he gave to her. Daisy always reminded herself that he gave the plushies to everyone, not everyone but anyone who was halfway decent, but the thrill of getting a gift from a crush always gave her the blushes. Or when he greeted her, or when he asked for her to bring some message to another. or when she much delivered his love letters written in Irish to Wally; she read them like they were her own but who wouldn’t?

 Speaking of Wally she just saw him dart out of the room when- her eyes widen as she notices the man covered in blood in the doorway. Her coworker,Stephan, stands up about to say something to the man but he strikes him with a pipe. Stephan shouts and the rest of the toymakers begin to panic. Daisy can’t bring herself to leave her seat and watches the mass of bodies run around like chicken with their heads cut off. Blood man is meticulously striking them down with his blunt tool.

Worker after worker falls; he beats them to unconsciousness and hits them a few more times, whether good measure or insanity Daisy isn't sure. Blood fell to the floor and many people along with it.

Stephan, who's closest to her, lays on the floor unmoving. Blood runs down his face and is matted in his blond hair. Daisy scoots from her chair to the floor beside him.

"Stephan?" She gently pulls at her friend's clothes but he doesn't stirr. He won't stir will he?

Daisy stares at the dead man pondering morality and wondering why she hadn't screamed from this morbid sight. Why she fails to cry; instead she sifts her fingers through his hair not noticing that all her other coworkers have fallen. She doesn't even notice the murderer right behind her. Not until with the pipe connects with the back of her head.

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

Six Baudelaires AU, Part Two {AO3} {Masterlist} {Part One}

Chapter Twenty → in which Sunny drives a Firetruck

“So.” Violet said, adjusting her hair ribbon, “How do we get this baby open?”

They looked up at the fountain, which looked like a massive, cawing bird. “Mah,” Sunny said, which meant, “Maybe we could take a sledgehammer to it.”

“First of all, we’d need a sledgehammer,” Lilac said, “And second, that could hurt whoever’s inside.”

“Must be cramped.” Solitude said, eyeing the size of the fountain. Then she let out a small cry as Babbitt leapt from her pocket and jumped to the ground. “Babbitt! No!”

“Babbitt!” Violet and Klaus also called as the frog hopped to the edge of the fountain, peering into the water.

Lilac ran forwards, picking up the frog, only for them to start chirping and gesturing up. “Wait. I think they have an idea.” Lilac said. She followed the frog’s gaze, and then smiled. “Good Babbitt.” The frog happily chirped, and she said, “We’re going to need to stand on each others’ shoulders.”

“Why?” Violet asked.

Lilac moved over to Solitude, giving her back her frog, and then she said, “We need to get to the beak. No words can come from this sad beak.”

They all looked up at the open mouth of the fountain, and Klaus said, “Genius.”

“Good Babbitt!” Solitude said, as Violet put her down onto the ground. Klaus dropped Sunny, too, as Violet quickly climbed onto Lilac’s shoulders.

“You know,” Violet said, as Klaus ran over to try and climb onto her shoulders, “I could probably scale the statue.”

“We’re not risking it.” Lilac said. “Klaus, careful. We don’t want you to fall.”

“That’s likely, but I think I’m good.” Klaus said. Then he giggled. “I’m thirteen now, I’m all grown up.”

“Nope. Still baby.” Lilac said.

Klaus finally got to Violet’s shoulders, and he reached up, barely able to grab the edge of the beak.

“Maybe there’s a lever or switch inside.” he said, and then he slipped and fell off of Violet’s shoulders.

“Klaus, you absolute disaster!” Violet shouted, as she and Lilac fell back.

Klaus gripped onto the edge of the beak for a moment as his sisters fell to the ground and swore, and then the bottom of the beak began to lower, and Klaus found himself falling, too. Lilac managed to jump to her feet and catch him before he could hit his head on the edge of the stone fountain, and she placed him onto the ground in time to watch the beak finally open all the way.

And then the bird split in half.

It opened up, its sides swerving apart, and the Baudelaires saw three very dirty kids blinking in the sudden light, before turning to their rescuers.

“Duncan!” “Isadora!” “Nick!”

The Baudelaires leapt to their feet as Solitude let out a squeal of excitement, but as Duncan started to move, Lilac said, “Be careful! You could slip, you don’t want to fall!”

Duncan smiled as he cautiously stepped onto the edge of the fountain. “Nice to see you, Lilac.” he said, his voice a bit hoarse.

Klaus ran forwards, pulling Duncan off the fountain into a tight hug. Duncan laughed, as Isadora carefully stepped out, too, shooting smiles at the Baudelaires.

“You got the poems!” Isadora said.

Violet helped her down, and said, “We did! How did you think to use messenger crows?”

“It was Duncan’s idea.” Isadora said. “He remembered doing a report on messenger birds from some books we stole from Mother’s study.”

“It was damp from dew,” Duncan said, “And there were always crows on the fountain. We’d wait until one landed and then we’d wrap a wet couplet around its leg. The paper dried overnight and fell from the tree. But it was Isadora’s idea to use couplets as a code.”

“We overheard the villagers talking from the fountain and figured out you’d be at the Nevermore Tree, wherever that is,” Isadora said, “So we’d be able to send you messages!”

“It was brilliant.” Lilac said, beaming.

And then, quietly, they heard Solitude say, “Nick?”

Slowly, the Baudelaires turned back to the fountain. Nick was standing at the edge of the statue, staring down at the water, almost in a daze. He didn’t make any move to jump out, instead still looking like he was trying to process something.

“Nick?” Lilac called, and Nick looked up slightly, and his siblings realized just how awful he looked. His pinstripe suit was torn and tattered, his hair was a mess, he had some kind of bruise on his cheek, and worst of all, he had the same haunted look in his eyes that the Quagmires had when they’d been in the elevator shaft.

“Nick, hey.” Isadora slowly pulled away from Violet and Lilac and stepped closer to the fountain, her voice very soft. “Your siblings found us. We were right. They found us.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Lilac asked, terror in her voice. “What did they do?”

“He’s just…” Duncan paused.

Isadora finally got Nick to take her hand, and he stepped down from the fountain, shaking as he landed on the ground.

“Nick!” Solitude ran over to him, holding up her arms to try and get him to pick her up. He stared down at her silently, eyes wide.

“We think they drugged him or something.” Duncan muttered, as Klaus stepped away to get to his brother. “But we’re not sure, he- he might just be in shock.”

“He kept trying to escape.” Isadora said sadly. “They… they didn’t like that.”

Nick finally leaned down, picking up Solitude and holding her cautiously. Soli hugged him, and muttered, “Missed you! Love you!”

“I…” Nick tried to say, his voice scarily shaky and quiet.

Klaus walked forwards, carefully putting a hand on Nick’s shoulder. Nick jumped and turned to him, and Klaus said, “Hey. Happy birthday.”

Nick stared at him in confusion, and then he said, “It’s our…?”

Violet raced forwards and hugged him and Klaus tightly, and Sunny ran up to grab onto Nick’s leg. Nick stood stock-still, but he didn’t protest or try to pull away as his siblings embraced him.

Lilac carefully stepped forwards, before turning to the Quagmires. “Are you okay?” she asked.

They nodded. “Now that you’re here.” Isadora said.

“We took notes on everything we learned. From the book and from…” Duncan bit his lip. “Well, like we said, our captors like to brag.”

“We have everything.” Isadora said. “All their crimes, everything they said-”

“Everything about the real VFD.” Duncan shuddered.

“We wrote down what we think is true.” Isadora said. “Whenever they let us out at night to eat and stuff like that, we’d write when they weren’t looking. That’s when I made the couplets, and when we took all our notes.”

“Meaning you, um,” Lilac said awkwardly, “All heard us get arrested for murder?”

“Yeah,” Duncan said, leaning onto Klaus’s shoulder, “And it sucks that wasn’t actually Olaf. We were hoping you’d actually killed him.”

“That man was named Jacques Snicket.” Isadora said.

Lilac narrowed her eyes. “Snicket. That sounds… familiar?”

Duncan and Isadora shared a glance, and to the Baudelaires’ surprise, Nick flinched and also shared the triplets’ look. “Well, that’s not a surprise.” Duncan said. “He was the brother of a man who-”

“And,” Violet interrupted, pulling away from Nick for a moment, “We have to leave.”

The group paused, and then they heard what she had; the sound of an angry mob approaching.

“I think they noticed we broke out of jail.” Lilac said nervously, running to pick up Sunny and giving Nick a quick side-hug.

“You think?” Klaus said, grabbing Nick’s arm as they ran, and using his other arm to grab Duncan’s hand and pull him along. Isadora picked up Sunny and followed closely as they all heard the sounds of a mob grow closer.

“Quick question,” Violet asked, as they rounded a bend, “Is it dinnertime?”

“Is that important?” Duncan asked.

“Might be, depending on whether or not our escape route is taking off.” Violet said.

“Taking off?” Isadora’s eyes widened. “Just what are you planning?”

“Depends on- shit!” Lilac turned a bend, and swore as she realized they’d hit a dead end.

“If we go to the right,” Klaus said, “We can climb the fence into the firehouse yard.”

“Will that help?” Duncan asked.

“There’s a firetruck. If we can get it out of the yard, we can drive away.” Klaus said.

“There’ll be a ladder on it.” Lilac said. “We can use that to get to Hector’s Self-Sustaining Hot Air Mobile Home.”

“A Self-Sustaining Hot Air Mobile Home?” Isadora asked.

“Long story short, it’ll get us out of here.” Lilac said. She raced to the right, and then took Sunny from Isadora and held her up. “Climb over the wall, Sun. Someone get Solitude over. Girls, bring something to help us get down.”

“Uh, might not have time for that,” Klaus said, as they heard the sounds of the mob getting closer.

As they listened, they could hear Olaf shouting, “What do we want?” and the crowd responding, “To burn children!” over and over.

“This town seems nice.” Isadora said.

“Alright, we’re climbing the fence.” Lilac said, as Sunny hauled herself over. “Klaus, we’ll hoist you up. Violet-”

“On it.” Violet said, helping Klaus grab onto the top of the fence.

“Alright, Duncan, Isadora, can you climb?”

“Oh, definitely.” Isadora said.

“I spent so much time chasing Quigley and Isadora up trees that I better know how to climb.” Duncan said.

“Good, I’ll help Nick and Soli. Hurry it up before they find us.” Lilac raced over to Nick, who was staring at the fence blankly as Solitude clung incredibly tightly onto him. “Okay, Nick, we’re going over.”

Nick bit his lip and nodded.

Lilac tried not to cry. “You think you can climb it?”

He nodded, and then Soli said, “No! I don’t wanna let go!”

“Solitude, you just need to let go for five seconds.” Lilac said. “And then we’re safe, okay?”

“No!”

Lilac looked towards the sound of the approaching mob as Klaus and Isadora managed to climb over the fence. “Solitude, please! Do you want to get burned at the stake?”

“No-”

“Then I’ll hold you over the fence, and then help Nick over. Okay?”

Solitude hesitated, and then she slowly held out her hand. Babbitt leapt onto her palm, and she carefully placed them onto Nick’s shoulder. “No lonely?” she said, and Babbitt chirped. Nick barely moved, only glancing at the frog as Lilac took Soli and held her over the fence. She could see Violet’s hands reaching from the other side; her and Duncan must’ve crawled over while Lilac was distracted.

“Okay, Nick, I’m going to help you up, and then I’ll go over.” Lilac said. “Okay? Nick?”

Nick nodded, putting a hand on Babbitt and glancing between Lilac and the fence. Lilac had never, in her whole life, seen him this quiet.

She took a deep breath, and then ran forwards and hugged him. Nick flinched, and she said, “I’m going to protect you. I won’t fail again. I promise.”

Nick didn’t respond, so Lilac pulled away and walked him towards the fence. He jumped and grabbed onto the top, and she quietly made sure he got over alright before she climbed it herself. As she jumped to the other side, watching Solitude run back over to Nick and beg to be picked up again, she said, “Is everyone here?”

“I think.” Violet glanced behind her towards the firetruck. “We can use that to get out, if we can get it past the fence.”

Lilac did a quick headcount, and then said, “Wait. Where’s Sunny?”

The siblings glanced around, and Klaus muttered, “Goddamnit.”

“Where the hell-” Lilac began.

“Shh!” Isadora raced over and slapped a hand over her mouth, and Lilac realized why in a moment.

“What do we want?”

“To burn children!”

“When do we want it?”

“Now!”

“What do we want?”

“To burn children!”

“That sounds a bit too close for comfort.” Duncan said.

“We have to hide.” Violet said. “If they look over the fence…”

“We have to find Sunny. Sunny!” Lilac called.

She stopped calling, though, when she heard Isadora cry out, “Nick!”

Nick was backing away from the fence, eyes wide, gripping onto Solitude so hard his knuckles were white. Isadora ran forwards, and Lilac realized then that he was shaking uncontrollably.

“Nick, Nick, it’s okay!” Isadora said. She reached forwards, grabbing his face. “Look at me! Look at me! Duncan-”

Duncan ran over, putting a hand on Nick’s shoulder, as Nick said, “They’re going to find us. They’re going to catch us. They’re going to find us-”

“No! No, they are not going to catch us again!” said Isadora. “I promise, Nick, they’re not going to hurt us again.”

Klaus slowly turned to his other siblings, looking just as horrified as they all felt. Then he moved over to Nick and said, “We’re protecting you, okay? We’re-”

At that moment, the window to the firetruck lowered, and Sunny leaned out, calling, “Westman!” which meant something like, “Get in the truck, now!”

“Sunny?” Lilac called, confused, even as she moved to help Duncan and Isadora push Nick into the back of the truck.

“Now!” Sunny shouted for emphasis, and Violet and Klaus started running, too. As soon as all of the kids had jumped into the back of the truck, Lilac peered over the window into the seats, to see that Sunny had managed to strap thick boots to her legs with some wires, and she had just turned on the engine.

“Oh…” Lilac began.

“...no.” said Violet, also realizing what was about to happen.

And Sunny shifted the truck into drive and hit the gas.  

The children let out cries of shock as Sunny drove right through the fence, causing it to loudly topple as the truck burst out. They heard shouts and screams, and Lilac and Duncan peered over the edge of the truck to see the mob of VFD villagers parting ahead of them, running to avoid the firetruck. Count Olaf and Officer Luciana, at the head of the mob, had slid to the side, and were watching in shock as the children drove away.

“Your sister drives?” Duncan asked.

“Apparently!” Violet said.

Sunny swerved the car to avoid a building, and the kids screamed as they landed hard against the wall. Solitude clung to Nick, and Babbitt let out a nervous chirp, and Klaus shouted, “Sunny, keep your eyes on the road!”  

Then Isadora looked up and said, “And also on that balloon house, I’m assuming!”

They looked up to the sky, and saw what she had; far up above them was Hector’s Self-Sustaining Hot Air Mobile Home, floating several feet away from town.

“We can still make it!” Lilac said. “Sunny, just- oh, shit.”

Sunny let out a groan as one of her wires snapped, and a boot toppled under the seat, falling off the gas pedal. The truck started to slow, and Klaus glanced behind them to see that the mob was still following them. “Oh shit, oh fuck…” he muttered, immediately sliding in front of Nick.

At that moment, Solitude pushed Babbitt onto Nick’s shoulder and said, “Hold this!” She immediately started running, jumping over Lilac and crawling through the window and onto the seat beside Sunny. Then she slid to the floor and jumped on the gas pedal, causing them to take off again.

“Why the hell are our baby sisters driving a firetruck?” Lilac shouted.

“I don’t know, but at least we’re getting away!” Violet said.

They drove out of the village and into the long, bright desert, barely staying on the road as Sunny and Solitude swerved. Violet jumped to her feet as they got close to the home and called, “Hector!”

They saw Hector peer over the edge of a basket, calling, “Baudelaires!”

“Lower a ladder!” Klaus called. “We’re coming up!”

Hector disappeared, and after a moment, the mobile home stopped mid-air, and a rope ladder was tossed over the side. Solitude moved away from the gas, and Sunny hit the brakes and then pressed a button, causing the ladder on the firetruck to ascend.

“Alright, Quagmires, you go first.” Lilac said. “We’ll grab the girls and try to distract the mob.”

“How are they still following us?” Klaus asked, peering over the edge of the truck to see the crowd of people following them out of town.

“They’re very determined to set us on fire.” Violet said. “Much like me and Nick at camp last year. Alright, hurry it up. We haven’t got all day.”

The ladder finally stopped, and Isadora said, “You should all go first-”

“Hey,” Violet said, punching her shoulder slightly. “Who was just kidnapped? Go ahead, we’ll be right behind you.”

Isadora bit her lip and nodded. She gave them all quick hugs, and then he started climbing as fast as she could.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Duncan asked, looking mainly at Klaus.

Klaus nodded, squeezing his hand. “We’ll be fine. Hurry up, we’ll follow.”

Duncan smiled at all the siblings, and then, as they turned towards the crowd again, he swiftly kissed Klaus on the cheek, and then ran to the ladder. Klaus froze and blushed a moment, but could only shoot Duncan a smile before the mob got a bit too close.

Violet grabbed a fire hose and yelled, “Stay back! This hose is at extreme power!”

“That’s right!” Klaus said. “I’ve read about hoses, and-”

“Long story short!” Lilac shouted. “This will knock you off your damn feet if you don’t stay back.”

“Aqua.” Sunny said, as she and Solitude crawled to the back of the truck. “There’s no water in this truck.”

“Shh.” Solitude elbowed her in the ribs.

The mob did pause, looking concernedly at the children, but Olaf, in the front of the group, merely smiled. “Look at that, friends and neighbors!” Olaf called. “The Baudelaire murderers have their own accomplices!”

“Burn them at the stake!” chanted Officer Luciana, coming forwards.

Lilac instantly leapt in front of Nick, who worryingly was barely moving, just sitting stock-still and staring in horror at the mob. “Touch him again and I’ll burn you!”

“Klaus, take Sunny,” Violet said, “I’ll help Nick and Soli up next.”

Klaus nodded, picking up Sunny and starting up the ladder.

“Now, now-” Luciana began, taking a step forwards.

“Get the hell away from us!” Violet shouted, aiming the hose.

“Oh, please,” said Officer Luciana, and she then pulled something out of her belt. “We can stop you without moving any closer.”

Then she held up a harpoon gun and took aim at the balloons holding up Hector’s Home.

“No!” Violet and Klaus shouted, just as she fired.

A small harpoon hit a balloon with a loud pop, and the Baudelaires turned to see the Home shake slightly. Isadora, who was halfway up the rope ladder, almost slipped, only barely managing to keep her hold. Duncan managed to grab the bottom of the rope ladder as it swung, trying to steady it before starting up himself.

“Don’t!” Lilac shouted, horror creeping into her voice. “The home will fall! They’ll die!”

“What do we care?” said Luciana. “We’re burning them at the stake anyway.”

“No!” Klaus shouted.

“Duncan, Isadora, climb faster!” Violet shouted.

“If she keeps popping balloons,” Lilac said, “That house will fall, and the Quagmires will fall with it.”

And then, quietly, they heard Nick say, “Then we have to let them go.”

They turned and saw him, still leaning against the wall and staring into nothing, but he had a slight look of determination in his eyes.

“He’ll kill them.” Nick said quietly. “If we go with them.”

They all understood. Slowly, Klaus looked up at the triplets, seeing that Isadora was helping Duncan into the basket. They were safe now.

“Hector!” Klaus shouted.

Hector peered over a basket edge. “Yes?”

“Take off!” Klaus cried. “Go higher, so the harpoons can’t get you!”

“But how will you reach the Home?” Hector asked.

“We won’t!” Lilac shouted. Then she turned towards the crowd and said, “Hold your fire! We’re coming down!”

“No!” Duncan shouted, even as Klaus climbed down the ladder.

“What are you doing?” Isadora cried.

“We’re taking care of you!” Lilac called.

“We love you!” Violet shouted, as she watched Solitude lean over to press a button and lower the ladder.

Unfortunately, Officer Luciana simply raised her freshly-loaded harpoon gun and took another shot.

“No! Stop it!” Violet cried as Klaus reached the back of the truck, also stepping in front of Nick, who was starting to shake uncontrollably, throwing his arms over his head. Solitude raced to sit beside him, grabbing his leg. “Stop it! We’re surrendering! They’re innocent!”

“And so are we!” Klaus added, dropping Sunny behind him to sit by Soli and Nick.

“Does it look like I care?” said Luciana.

“Aim for the handyman!” cheered Olaf.

“No! Stop!” Lilac shouted.

Violet got an idea, then, and she called, “Hey, isn’t that a mechanical device?”

“Mechanical device?” shouted a Councilmember, and suddenly the mob grew furious, some of them moving in front of Officer Luciana and Detective Dupin.

“Rule #67 clearly states that no mechanical devices are to be allowed in town limits!” shouted an Elder.

“I’m stopping criminals!” cried Luciana.

“You can’t break rules to arrest rulebreakers!” said Mr Lesko.

“Burn them!” shouted Ms Morrow.

At that, Sunny crawled back through the window of the firetruck, re-tying the boots to her legs, taking extra care to make sure the string held.

While the mob was distracted, Duncan and Isadora leaned over the basket, and Isadora shouted, “You can still reach!”

“No, we can’t.” Lilac said, knowing that this was only a temporary distraction, and there wouldn’t be enough time to raise the ladder and reach the mobile home. “I’m sorry!”

“We’ll see you again! We promise!” Violet shouted.

“Love you!” Solitude cried, curling up against Nick.

Duncan and Isadora shared a quick look, some kind of silent communication as the mobile home kept rising. Then they leaned over, this notebooks in hand. “Take our commonplace books!” Duncan shouted.

“They’ve got everything in them! About the fires, about the Snickets, about VFD!” Isadora said. “About our parents!”

The children then heard a loud squeaking, and they looked around to see the cloud of crows flying towards them, carefully maneuvering past the balloons. The people of VFD stopped moving, looking up in wonder at the crows’ migration, and Duncan and Isadora took the moment to throw down their notebooks.

That’s when Officer Luciana took off her helmet and shot again.

Her harpoon curled through the air, piercing both notebooks, sending the pages scattering in the wind. And then it hit a crow, which let out a pained caw before collapsing to the ground. The other crows screeched and flew faster, flapping far away.

“You’ve injured a crow!” called an Elder.

“You broke Rule #1!” cried another.

But the Baudelaires didn’t pay attention. They were catching as many pages as they could, and once they had them all in their hands, they looked up at the balloons, which were sailing away.

“Goodbye.” Klaus said quietly.

“Goodbye.” Violet said softly.

“Bye!” called Solitude.

“Goodbye!” Lilac shouted.

“We’ll see you soon!” Duncan shouted, as they drifted away.

“We won’t leave you forever!” Isadora declared. “We’ll find you! We promise!”

And with that, the Quagmires were gone.

The Baudelaires glanced back, to see Count Olaf and Officer Luciana- oh fuck, now that her helmet was gone they could clearly see who she was- race out from the crowd. “We’ll catch a ride outside of town!” Olaf called.

“Is that Esme Squalor?” shouted Ms Morrow, confused.

“Our chief of police is Esme Squalor?” shouted Mr Lesko.

“Not anymore!” Esme cried, flipping them off and running off with Count Olaf, laughing hard.

The Baudelaires stared after her in shock, and then Lilac said, “Sunny. Drive.”

Sunny needed no more encouragement. She hit the gas, and the firetruck burst down the road, leaving behind the village of VFD forever.

“Sunny, keep driving.” Violet said. “Olaf seemed sure he had a ride, so his henchpeople must have a car. We’ll have to hope we can outrun them.”

Sunny nodded, though she glanced nervously behind her and said, “Nick?”

Carefully, the Baudelaires all turned towards Nick, once they’d stuffed the Quagmires’ notes in a safe place. He had barely moved since the Quagmires left, and he was still staring into nothing; he looked like he barely even noticed Solitude and Babbitt snuggled up against him.

“Nick, hey? Are you okay?” Violet asked, scooting closer to him.

He didn’t respond, so Solitude crawled onto his lap, staring up at him with concern. “Nick? Nick! It’s Soli! We’re safe!”

He still didn’t say anything, but he did shake slightly as Babbitt jumped off of his shoulder to explore the truck. He flinched as Klaus stepped closer to him, sharply turning towards his twin as he knelt in front of him.

“Nick.” Klaus said, eyes welling with tears, as Lilac also moved closer, her face paling quite a bit. “Nick, what did they do to you?”

Nick just stared at him. He didn’t even move.

Klaus stared back, and then his gaze hardened, and his siblings had never seen him look so furious.

“I’m going to kill them.” Klaus vowed, and he meant it. “I’m going to kill them, Nick.”

Nick’s eyes widened, and for several seconds, he looked like he physically could not process what his brother had just said.

And then he started to cry.

Klaus held out his arms, and Nick picked up Solitude and buried his head in his brother’s chest, sobbing as his brother hugged him as tight as he could. Violet and Lilac raced forwards, and soon they were all embracing and sobbing and refusing to let go.

[wonderlandmind4]

Delicate Stages Chp 19

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x OFC Ana Rios

Summary: Bucky Barnes agrees to participate in Deprogramming Sessions. What he gets is not anything like he expected.

Warnings: Language. Nightmares/terrors. 

Words: 3050. @justreadingfics @nerdyandproud9 @buffy-morgendorffer-01

Ana types away on her laptop sending email to Telly, consisting of using computer programmings for psychological assessments and what the benefits of advanced technology can have on rerouting the brain. It doesn't last long, since their conversations bleeds over into text messages, and they end up discussing the cutest breed of puppies. That's when Natasha, Vision and Steve enter through the door, arriving back from a small mission.

After a casual greeting, Ana offers to heat up the leftover pizza for them on the oven. She closes her laptop, pushing it aside and turning the oven on, opening the fridge to pass beer bottles to Steve and Nat. Vision informs her how the mission went while she grabs plates from the cabinet. Ana is content to just listen, asking a few questions here and there when she gets curious.

She laughs at Natasha's old geezer joke, holding a half-eaten pizza crust in front of her mouth when Ana hears it. When they all hear it. A guttural scream rips down the hallway, echoing from the side where her room is. Where Bucky's room is. Ana shoots off her seat faster than Vision can even phase himself there, the stool falling backwards and the crust flying through the air.

"Bucky!?”

She reaches Bucky's door, bruising her palm when she slams down on the handle. It's locked. He keeps it locked at night, and before she can even think, Steve’s foot is breaking open the door. Ana vaguely hears someone trying to stop her, but all she can focus on is Bucky pressing himself to the corner of the wall. The second she steps foot into the room, the tainted, terrified energy hits her like a freight train. She nearly stumbles but reaches Bucky's line of sight.

The light switches on. Ana sees how wide Bucky's eyes are, his irises just a sliver of blue around his pupils. They're wild, his eyes, darting frantically around the room, trying to focus on something, anything. Trying to be aware of his surroundings. His left hand digs into the wall, metal fingers denting the plaster. His breathing is rapid, harsh, panicked.

"Bucky?" Ana cautiously steps forward, someones hand grips her shoulder in warning. She ignores it. Bucky's eyes shift in her direction.

"You're safe." She speaks softly but firm. She carefully holds her hands up, his energy stinging her fingertips. "You are safe here, Bucky. You're in Hudson, New York.”

She breathes in quietly then begins to transfer her own energy into the air. She doesn't take her eyes off his face; the shadows in his eyes slowly regaining clarity. His labored breathing begins to calm down. Ana shrugs the hand off her shoulder, taking two more steps forward.

"D-don't...come closer." Bucky croaks, voice raw, shaky. He presses his hand further to the wall. It cracks.

"You're not going to hurt me." Ana promises, offering a tiny smile. She doesn't take another step. Not yet. "Bucky, you're with me. With Steve, at the compound. Home.”

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, inhales and exhales quickly. When he reopens them, he looks a little more relaxed. His muscles are still taut, the air remains thick with his fear. Ana decides to slide her feet forward, hands still out stretched, palms flat. She smiles at him again, keeps her expression open and calm.

"I need you to come back to me, Bucky." She whispers.

She's close now, can see how dark the storms of his eyes are. Can see the sweat on his forehead, beaded along his neck down to his bare, heaving chest. His shoulders are shaking just slightly, though Bucky tentatively lifts his right hand, reaching out. Their fingertips graze together, Ana keeps pressing her hand forward until their hands are flat against each other’s. She takes the last step into his personal space, gently presses her right palm on his chest over his pounding heart.

Instantly, she can feel just how suffocating, how utterly horrifying his dream was. Ensnaring Bucky's mind, drowning him in memories, in his worst fears. Ana grits her teeth in an effort not to show her transmuting the energy from his dark one, into her safe, lighter one.

"Breathe." She murmurs.

She can feel her eyelashes flutter, trying to keep her eyes open and zoned on Bucky's. There's a deep furrow to his brow, his lips turned down, but he follows her instruction. He inhales deeply, copying her own breathing pattern. Ana repeats it three times, and Bucky follows her; matches her. He finally pulls his left hand from the wall, carefully placing it over Ana's hand on his chest. The metal of his palm is warm, most likely from the heated charge of their energies. 

Finally, Bucky nods. Ana smiles the best she can, ignoring the prickling of her skin. She's just relieved that the horror in Bucky's eyes is gone. He dips his head down, his clammy forehead connecting with hers, his eyes quickly shifting over her gaze. He smells like sharp sweat, and almost like firewood from whatever body wash he decided to go with. Ana focuses on his smell, how it reminds her of a warm summers night, uses the positive thought and sends it through the air.

His breath fans warm against her cheeks, a slight hint of spearmint tells her Bucky hasn't been asleep for long. She notices his bottom lip trembling, watches as his teeth dig into the soft, plump flesh. Ana allows her eyes to close, feels the chaotic terror in Bucky's mind, in his body, fade away. Feels his heartbeat change from frantic to a calmer, steadier rhythm. The fingers of his right hand slip between he spaces of her own, slowly bending them until their fingers lace together.

"Real?" Bucky murmurs, metal hand delicately squeezing her knuckles on his chest.

"Yes." Ana breathes back. "I'm real. This is real. You're safe."

Bucky takes a deep calming breath.

"Buck?”

Steve's cautious voice causes a mild reaction. Bucky pulls Ana closer to his chest, his left arm coming across her back, angling their bodies so the majority of his own torso is towards the open door. With a startling realization, Ana knows Bucky is protecting her. It happens all within two seconds, his post traumatic mind attempting to shield her from whatever was haunting his dream.

The next second, Bucky deflates, audibly letting out a sigh of relief. However, when he looks down at Ana, finally meeting her eyes, Bucky immediately steps away, pulling his left arm back so quick it's a blur of silver.

"Sorry." He mutters sheepishly.

Ana shakes her head, mainly because the sudden loss of contact made her head swim. She did just pull the tainted energy out of the air, and she has been holding it in for a while now. She can feel it. She can feel all of it, and it's taking everything in her not to visibly react. She can't let them, especially Bucky, see that she's struggling.

"You alright?" Ana questions instead. She exhales slowly through her nose.

Bucky nods. "Yeah, I-I think so." He glances around the room quickly, then back at Ana. "I'm good.”

She catches the flicker of his eyes as he stares at her. She watches it dawn on him, and not for the first time, Bucky sees straight through her. His lips part as if he's about to ask if Ana is alright herself, when Steve speaks up again. She's grateful for that. Doesn't want to burden Bucky with something trivial and unnecessary.

"Let's take a walk." Steve suggests, "if you're up for it.”

Bucky's jaw clenches once, his lips pinched tight at the corners. He seems like he might turn it down, but Ana gives him a look, tilting her head slightly. She's fine. He should go walk with his best friend. Bucky reluctantly smiles over at him. Steve gently clasps his hand on his arm, and leads them out of the room. Bucky spares one last glance over his shoulder at Ana, before exiting the room.

Ana waits five seconds before she bends over, catching herself on her knees. She releases a giant gasp, squeezing her eyes shut as her heart clenches, her mind twists and her chest heaves. Her body is trembling, can feel her head swimming through something thick like molasses. 

"Ms. Rios." Vision speaks up, calm voice washing through her ears. "You need to lie down.”

There's a soft hand on her back. "Vision is right." Natasha is saying next to her. "Bad energy. Need to get you out of this room.”

Ana can hardly respond. She brings her hands to her head, crouching down until she's hovering over the carpet. The fear of the nightmare is beginning to cripple her, and she can't focus on anything other than that. Other than the darkness that haunts Bucky every night. It's debilitating, but if she can take this away from him every day, she will. Over and over again, because he shouldn't have to feel this. He shouldn't have to relive these horrors. No wonder he can't sleep.

"Fuck." Ana hisses through her teeth.

"Ana, come on. Listen to my voice." Nat coaches, just like Ana did with Bucky. "Breath. You can control it. You can do this.”

Nodding, Ana attempts to sort through her mind, finds something to hold onto. The first clear image she has is of Bucky. He's not even paying attention to her, just sitting on the couch, head tilted back, looking peaceful. It was that night she first made crepes, when they had accidentally fallen asleep on the sofa. Before Ezra decided to hunker down and intimated him. She had woken up once, sat up to see where she was and that's what she saw. Bucky asleep; calm and serene.

She slowly stands up, with the help of Vision and Natasha. Ana counts her inhales and exhales, feeling the tingling in her finger tips. She gradually gathers the negative energy, focusing it in her hands as she brings them together. She can either touch something in the room, the lamp or the clock to redirect it, or, she can try something she hasn't done in a long time. Ana claps her hands together, a brief dark blue light emits from between her palms, and with a flash of gold, it’s gone. All the tension release from her body.

"Thatta girl." Natasha praises.

"I will go put on the kettle." Vision states. "I will have your vitamin shot ready for you.”

"Thank you, Vision." Ana expresses quietly. She gives him a reassuring smile that let him know she's okay, though she fights to keep her eyes open.

Natasha slowly guides Ana out of the room, and they barely make it to the couch before she passes out on the cushions. ***

A touch, soft and warm is gently pressing against the crook of Ana's elbow. Her eyes flutter open, and when she's met with concerned ocean colored ones, she sits up. Her head swims momentarily. Ana rapidly blinks for several seconds until she can focus.

"Take it easy, Ana." Bucky tells her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Vision said you've been out for three hours.”

"What?" Ana frowns in confusion, pressing her hand to her forehead briefly. She finds the time on the DVR box. It's a quarter past two in the morning.

Bucky leans over to grab a bottle of green liquid from the coffee table. "I was told to give you this when you woke. I'm not sure what the hell it is, but it looks disgusting.”

Scrunching her nose, Ana takes the bottle. "Some super veggie fruit drink. It's just as gross as it looks.”

"What's this?”

He presses his thumb into the delicate skin of her elbow again. She looks down as she takes a sip, wincing at the taste of the juice. There's a tiny red dot, the skin surrounding it is a shade darker than normal. "Vitamin shot." Ana explains, shivering from the sharp taste of raw veggies. "It's infused with different types of vitamins and nutrients to help bring my levels back up."

"And why is that required?”

Ana meets Bucky's gaze. He knows why, he doesn't need to ask her that. However, the subtle hint of distress laced in the fibers of his blue, so blue eyes makes her want to reassure him. She sighs.

"My vitals tend to drop quickly if I use my ability after being stagnant for a while. Using it just drops my blood sugar or pressure. It takes the energy out of my own body if I'm not careful. I tend to pass out sometimes. It's no big deal.”

Bucky scoffs, his eyes harden. "No big deal? It's happened twice now. Because of me.”

She huffs. Leaning closer, she holds up her finger in a threatening manner. "Don't you dare blame yourself, Bucky. This is not your fault. This was my decision to help you. It's happened before, so you have no fault in this at all. Got it?”

He wraps his fingers around her index, bring their hands down to his thigh. "Because you decided to help me.”

"Bucky-”

"Thank you.”

Ana frowns quizzically at him. She decides to just accept his gratitude. "You're welcome. Want to talk about it?”

Turning her hand over, Bucky swipes his thumb over the scars on her wrist. "What exactly happened?”

"Another story for another day." She answers.

Suddenly, Ezra jumps on the couch between them, walking over their joined hands and aggressively headbutting Ana. She pursues her lips making little smacking sounds until the cat bops his nose with hers. Then something happens that mildly shocks her. Bucky lift his hand and gently scratches behind cats ear. Ezra begins to purr.

"Uh...”

"He kept brushing up against my leg, we formed a bond. He was worried about you." Bucky elaborates, a small smirk on his bitten lips. When he locks his eyes with Ana, a protective glint shines fiercely in them. "As was I.”

Something flutters in her chest. "You were worried about me?”

Bucky bites his bottom lip, teeth catching the skin. Ana stares until his teeth release the plump lip, now a dark red. Slowly, she brings her eyes back up, and she swears her mind is still slow on the waking up process. She did pass out for a few hours, she can't be blamed for thinking Bucky's lips are fascinating. There's a soft pink tint to his cheeks.

"I was." He answers timidly. "I thought I somehow ended up hurting you. I didn't think I did. I was careful, then Natasha told me you passed out and I thought...maybe...”

He trails off, eyes dropping to his prosthetic arm, clenching his hand. Ana figured he was protecting her from his arm again in his room. He was protecting anyone who got close enough from it. Putting the bottle between her thighs, Ana takes both her hands to cover his metal one.

"Bucky, you have to stop thinking you're going to hurt me with this arm." She tells him gently. "Why do you think that?”

His brows twitch for a moment, a painful expression flashing across his face. "From everything I remember, I tend to lash out with it more." He inhales deeply, then says, "you are way too delicate to have anything this horrific harm you, Ana.”

"Delicate?" Ana frowns, trying not to feel offended. "You see me as delicate?”

Bucky huffs a chuckle. "Give me time to explain before you go all badass, sharp tongued on me, darling.”

She narrows her eyes playfully at him. "Fine. Go on, Sergeant.”

For the first time the roles are reserved. Bucky gently tugs the bottom of her hair. His fingers linger for a moment. "What I mean is, you're delicate in a way of resilience. You have a genuine heart and that's way too good for someone like me to taint it.”

"You really need to stop with that self-deprecating shit, Bucky. Seriously." Ana tells him. "You need to start seeing yourself the way-”

"The way you see me?”

Ana can feel heat slowly creeping over her cheeks. However, she embraces it because- "Yes.”

Bucky shakes his head, a rueful smile gracing his lips. "I don't see how you do.”

"We're going to be at an impasse with this, aren't we?”

"You're too stubborn for your own good, sweetheart.”

"Thank you.”

Chuckling under his breath, Bucky looks over at the time. "You should get more sleep. Let your body regain its strength.”

Ezra has hunkered down between them, content to jellybean on their legs. Ana pulls one hands back from Bucky’s so she can pull Ezra’s black tail between her fingers. His purrs are soft, but sound loud throughout the quiet night.

"I just had a three hour nap." Ana says, "plus, I don't mind staying up with you and talking if you want. I know you aren't going to go back to sleep.”

"I swear to God, you can read minds." He quips.

"I'm just starting to get a good read on you, Barnes.”

"I bet you are.”

Then he fucking winks at her; again. Ana blinks twice, then laughs. They end up talking into the early hours of the morning, until dusk begins to break through the sky. At one point, Bucky makes her finish her vitamin drink, to which he refused to try when she offered him a sip. Or, rather aggressively tried forcing him to try it. It ended with him grabbing her wrist and yanking the bottle from her hand. The movement had pressed Ana's knees to the side of Bucky's thighs, and she kept them there.

Ana does end up falling asleep, and when she wakes up a second time, she's in her bed. Her duvet is pulled up to her shoulder, and Ezra is curled up next to her. Which is a little strange, since he tends to snuggle with Wanda while sleeping. Carefully, Ana turns on her other side, her groggy eyes falling on the nightstand.

Picking her head up a few inches, she notices three little different shaped pills and a hand-written note. She immediately recognizes the handwriting. Ana takes the pills, pops them in her mouth, swallowing them down with the glass of water left there as well. She reads the note twice, before burring herself deeper into her bed, a smile spreading across her lips.

I took the liberty to assume that our session will be cancelled for the day.          Vision says to take these when you wake up. Ezra let me carry him after I brought you to bed. Please don't push yourself, rest all day if you need to. Thank you, Annie. For everything you are doing.                                                               -Winter Snowflake

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Hello! Could you do a Drole x female significant other nsfw. Can it include dirty talk and kinky.

With pleasure! Hehehe this one was a wild ride, I hope you’ll enjoy it~ Also I soloed Drole the day I received this ask so thank you, something must have made him want to come to me

It was abusy night in the Circo world as most of the princes were away with businesswhile the others inhabitants were already asleep. Drole was not, however,feeling lonely and slightly bored as he walked down the corridors. He stoppedin front of the door of someone really special to him, chuckling to himself ashe went inside, making sure to lock the door behind him.

“Hey, howare you doing? I’ve come again today. This time around, I want to do more andmore painful things that feel good together.” He said, approaching the bed andjumping on it shamelessly.

“Ah!” Shewas startled, sighing softly. “You just can’t stay away, can you? Even thoughyou shouldn’t be here… tempting me. Tsk. What am I going to do with you,Drole?”

“Mm, I amreally looking forward to that. I know you told me to wait until I am older butI can’t bear it any longer. I can tell you know more so please… teach me.”His hands reached out to her breasts, fondling them playfully before restinghis head on them, staring into her eyes with a pleading expression. “Ne,please…”

…Ireally can’t contain myself. This is bad. She thought as her hand ran throughthe boy’s hair, analyzing the constant blush on his face. “You’re so cute,Drole. Your brothers aren’t here for tonight either so… I really have noescape, do I?”

“Hehe, youknow well.” Drole glanced at her breasts, his fingers starting to caress hernipples through the fabric of her thin pajamas. “You have nice nipples. Itmakes me want to pierce them. Can I? I want you to feel this special kind ofpleasure too. You want it as well, don’t you?”

“Oh? Ican’t say I expected that but, fine. I’ll let you have your way for now.” Thegirl lifted her shirt, allowing him access to her body. Drole twirled her leftnipple between his fingers, before pulling out one of his favourite piercings,pushing the sharp edge into her sensitive skin. “Ahhh…this sight of you isso…”

“A-Aaa…”The girl raised her voice, noticing how Drole’s blush was only deepening. “It’serotic isn’t it? That’s the word you’re searching for. Go on, I’ll teach you.This special kind of pain that we both share… is called masochism. It’s notas abnormal as you’d think. You surely discovered your kink fast, though. Don’tworry, I’ll treat you well. I’ll give you more of this, as much as you beg for.I’ll make you mine, if you allow me to.”

“Mm….masochism? What a strange way to put it. I still don’t know much but you’re anadult, right? I’ll trust you with that stuff… as long as I can feel myspecial pleasure… I-I don’t care. I’ll be yours.” He shoved the piercingdeeper, locking it in place.

“H-hahh…Drole… is not like that. To let you be my partner, you have to promise thatyou’ll only be mine. I will train you and… make sure you won’t submit toanyone else. To say that you don’t care, I must punish you thoroughly.” Shetook a hold of Drole’s body, switching their positions and pinning him to thebed. “You love piercings, don’t you? Then would you let your cute nipples bepierced too?” She didn’t wait for a response, lifting his blouse and exploringhis abdomen. Becoming impatient, she started pulling on them, curious of howsensitive he was.

“A-Aaahh…haa… I-I understand. T-This feeling is… S-Something is starting to burn…b-but… I-I need more. P-Please do. In my pocket… you will find what youneed there…” His breathing was intensifying.

“Oh, you’llstart to feel more and more like this. It will only get better so let yourselffall deeper.” The girl grabbed two of his piercings, planning on doing it toboth sides. “I will need your help for this too though.” She was not asexperienced with piercing so, under Drole’s supervision she pressed it in,letting him fix it in place. As expected, he arched his back, feeling the mostintense pain as well as pleasure he ever experienced in his life, until then.

“A-Aaaahh…h-haah…ah.” Drole was shivering, but he didn’t stop, pressing onto it until he wascompleted pierced. “W-Waa… ah. Y-You have great i-ideas…” He startedrubbing his legs one onto another, as something seemed to bother him there.

“Oh… nowyou’re really feeling it. You’re really erotic yourself, Drole. It makes mewant to eat you up even more. Go on, there is one more nipple free.” She saidas she proceeded to pull down his pants and underwear, revealing his erectpenis. “It’s so cute and wet.” Her fingers crawled against it softly, enjoyingits texture.

“A-Ahh…w-what are you doing… T-This is e-embarrassing. Nn…” He glanced at hislover slightly confused. Just soft touches weren’t enough to satisfy him so hewent on with piercing his other nipple, just as it was requested of him.“H-Haaah….ahh..” He understood then. “T-This feels… so much different t-thanusual…”

“So cute.You’re so cute, Drole. But this won’t satisfy you.” She pressed her nails intohis soft skin, not enough to hurt him but enough to get a reaction.

“A-Aaahhh…h-hahhh..nn…Y-Yes,t-this f-feeling of pain is… a-aahh..A-As I thought, y-you know the best.”

“I barelyjust started you know.” The girl approached him with a dangerous expression,her fingers taking a grip on his piercings, pulling them. “I will make you feeleven better.” Her other hand was still holding his penis, stroking it andplaying with his tip. “You’re already throbbing though.” She lowered her head,biting his other nipple as she fastened her touches onto his body.

“Ah!” Therough play had him on the edge, his hands holding tightly onto the sheets.“H-Haaah aahhh… n-naahhh….Nghh…. S-Something is…h-aahh..” His memberhad been leaking a lot of precum until then, and she figured Drole was about tocum.

“Not yet. Ican’t let you have your moment of bliss so easily.” She grabbed a cotton bud,licking it playfully. Drole glanced at her innocently as he saw her stop her movementsand pouted.

“Don’tworry, you’re bound to like this.” Taking a hold of his tip, she pressed thecotton bud inside of his urethra, for a more rough play. He reacted right away,his body jolting in pleasure.

“A-Aaahhhh…!Wha- T-This p-pain feels so… g-gwood… aaaahhh…” He was barely able to keephimself aware of his surroundings. Glancing at the ceiling, Drole was only ableto moan loudly as his lover pushed the cotton bud all the way inside, blockinghis orgasm and drowning him in the pain that felt so good and sweet to themasochist. She continued her moves on him, pulling it out and shoving it backin right away, creating a motion that would give him exactly what he longed forthe most.

“H-Haaaah!… A-Aah…nghhmmm…G-Gaahh.. I-I can’t… I-I am g-going…i-insane…h-h-aaahh! B-But it’s so gwoo-aahhh… m-more!”

He’s socute. Drole is so lost in pain and pleasure and yet he still askes for more?And I thought this will kill him right on the spot. I guess his love for painreally has no limits.Just as he wanted, the girl moved the cotton bud evenfaster, stimulating him until he finally couldn’t keep it in and came but withquite the dry orgasm.

“A-Ahh!..Ah!H-Haaahhhh…nghhhh…! Haa…” It took him a few seconds to stop trembling afterhe released himself, trying to catch his breath. “H-Hah… t-that was fun. As Ithought, adult s-sure know… w-what feels good…”

“Of course.This has been really fun, Drole. But… if you want to keep on going I havemuch more planned that I can do.” She said slyly, liking her lips.

“M-Morethan this? …Mm. E-Even though this has been more than I expected already, ifI can feel even more… then please. I can’t stop from wanting to feel thethrill of this.”

“Alright,fufu. For this next trick we’ll need a different room so put your clothes backon for now.”

“Mm,a-alright.” Once he was fully dressed, his lover took him to the stockroom ofthe circus.

“Um, whyare we here?” Drole asked curiously, looking around as she locked the door shutbehind them.

“I justneeded something that I know you do own. It might not be the real deal but itcan serve us for some fun.”  After sayingthat, she took the cover of a pretty tall vaulting box. “Drole, before our nextstop I need to make sure of a few things. I… truly love you. The true you,any version of you. Only you. How about my cute lover? I want to know Drole’sfeelings and just how much you can trust me.”

“Oh…” Hestarted at the vaulting box curiously. “We use it for practice from time totime but…” He couldn’t figure it out yet. His cheeks turned bright red againas his lover confessed, making him fluffy on the inside. “W-What are you askingright now? You know I-I love you… there is no way I-I wouldn’t trustyou…ahh…” His face lit up even more when he realized the girl was bringing abatch of rope towards him. “I-Is that going to go around my body?” He seemedexcited.

“That’sright. Drole I am going to tie you up really nicely. It should give you justthe perfect amount of pain. Then you’ll be completely submissive to me.” Thegirl went closer, gazing straight at him. “So let’s start by having you takeall of your clothes off.” She ordered.

“Ah…” Hefound it slightly embarrassing, but he did take everything off, becoming hotteras she was now staring at him like that.

“You’realready looking forward to it. How cute. Then, hop onto it and I will tie youup afterwards.” She pointed to the vaulting box. Still curious of how it wasgoing to work, Drole jumped easily and sat on it. “Do spread your legs, justlike this.”  Once his legs were in place,each on a different side of the box, she gently grabbed his arms and tied themto his back, tightly so. He started to feel greatly enchanted already as hisfreedom was being taken away from him. The rope looped to his front, around hisnipples, and down his abdomen, twisted all around his body. It was tightlypressed around his crotch to prevent him from coming, while the last thing shedid was tie his legs together, so the weight of his body would gather in themiddle, blessing him with the feeling of pain he wanted so badly.

“A-Ahhh,h-haah… shibari? I-I know a bit of it. I am amazed that you can do it. I-Ithink I understand w-why you chose this as the place t-too… i-it’s pressingonto me… i-it feels good.”

“I am gladto hear. That’s what matters the most to be after all.” She hoped off, admiringthe sight from below. “Ah, you’re so alluring, Drole. As usual. Now it’s timefor the best one of them all.” She searched through their stuff and finallywound a whip she could use, the kind that was there to train animals as itsusual purpose. The girl swung it in the air, cutting it with a loud noise. Justthat was enough to make Drole feel even more excited, already leaking again.

“This muchis okay, right? Being whipped is the dream of any masochist after all.” Shedidn’t hesitate in aiming at him for her next hit, at first with lighter force.

“Ah…!A-Ahhh… y-you’re right… the way it stings…T-This is m-making me feel s-sohot…M-More. P-Please, n-no need to hesitate.”

“Iunderstand, you little pervert.” The girl continued her whipping, increasingher force and speed, spanking his ass at first, before switching positions andaiming for his legs and abdomen, keeping her pace up until his body was full ofmarks. Drole was moaning at every hit, loader and louder, his body also sinkingdeeper into the box’s edge.

“A-AAhhh…haaaa…A-Ahhh!T-This is the best! The best…T-Thank you. T-The special p-pleasure you’regiving me i-is… truly special. H-Haaahhh… e-every hit is just…s-somuch…haahh… ngghh..I’ll treasure the marks you gave me. I-I loveyou…ahhh!”

The girlnoticed that her lover was able to cum just like that, despite being so tightup. Truly the biggest masochist I was destined to meet. Every single form ofpain makes him feel good. But it’s time for me to feel good too…

“It seemsit truly got to you, Drole. But your woman over here is really turned on… It’stime for you to do something for me too.” She said, untying him from therestrains and carefully helping his weakened body down the vaulting box.

“A-Alright.I understand. W-What do you want me to do?” He titled his head curiously, nothaving any sort of resistance left.  

“Heh. Ilike your expression now. You’re giving in to me. Perhaps you should startcalling me master from now on.” The girl found a collar that belonged to ananimal at some point, and decided to attach it around his neck, dragging himaround by holding the end of the chain. She chuckled playfully then went in totake a sit on a nearby mattress, pulling down her skirt and underwear. “Won’tyou go inside master? You can be as rough as you’d like, my cute slave Drole.”His lover was dragged onto her, falling down on the mattress as well.

“Ah…y-yes,m-master…” Blushing heavily once again, he inserted his member inside her atonce, becoming one with his master. “A-Ahhh… t-this d-doesn’t feel too bad…though it doesn’t hurt…”

“Tsk…!”His master pulled his nipple piercings hard, making it more painful for herhopeless cute slave.

“H-Haaah….t-that’sit… and y-you too, master.” He leaned closer, burying his face into herbreast and biting onto the piercing he made to her first, almost as if he waspulling it apart. The grip on his chain tighten as she moaned in pleasure aswell, unable to contain herself to pain either. It was something her lovertaught into her. “A-Ahhhh, h-haaah, D-Drole y-you’re amazing… y-you’re allwet and twitching inside of me… i-it feels really good. T-The pain too. H-Haah,I-I’m ready to….”

“A-Agh..nghh..mmm..i-it’sgwwoood…” Drole felt happy to hear his master making such blissful noiseunder the pain that made him feel so good earlier.

Neither ofthem loosened their touches, the mixture between pleasure and pain eventuallymaking both of them succumb into their climax at the same time. They sat on themattress for a while, she was caressing his hair while he was sleepingpeacefully into her arms.

“You’retruly something else, Drole. I am looking forward to this again.”