#get pulled around by my leash and held close while giving head

[hollow-object]

need to laugh with her, dance in the kitchen while we're cooking, merge into a single pile covered in blankets on the couch listening to the rain against the window. I'll finally be at peace with my head in her lap as she yaps and runs her fingers through my hair

[pastryfication]

hihi could I request a fic where arthur is babysitting leo and takes him on a walk and meets y/n and their dog?

love at first sniff | arthur leclerc

part of the love at first . . . series.

pairing: arthur leclerc x reader note: it ended up just being very short but i hope you like it either way xx

when charles asks arthur to look after leo for the weekend, he doesn’t hesitate for even a moment. leo’s a tiny dachshund with big brown eyes and an even bigger personality, and while arthur’s not entirely sure how he’s going to manage, he can’t say no to charles—or to the way leo wags his tail when he sees him.

the first morning, arthur decides to take leo for a walk around the neighborhood. it’s early, the sun just beginning to rise, casting a soft golden glow over everything. the streets are quiet, and arthur finds the calm refreshing. leo trots along beside him, his little legs working overtime to keep up, and arthur can’t help but smile at the dog’s enthusiasm.

as they turn a corner, leo suddenly perks up, his ears twitching. arthur follows his gaze and spots another dog up ahead—a cocker spaniel with a golden coat, ears floppy and a leash held by a girl around his age.

you’re standing near a patch of grass, watching your dog sniff around, a soft smile on your lips. arthur notices the way the light catches in your hair as you fondly look at your pet, and he feels a flicker of nerves in his chest.

leo, however, doesn’t share his hesitation. the moment he sees the cocker spaniel, he’s off, tugging at his leash with surprising force. arthur stumbles after him, trying not to laugh at the little dog’s determination.

“sorry about that,” arthur says once he’s close enough, a bit breathless as he finally gets leo to slow down. “he’s really excited.”

you laugh, glancing down at leo, who’s now stretching up on his hind legs, trying to sniff your dog’s face. “it’s okay,” you say. your voice is warm and comforting and arthur never wants you to stop talking. “he’s adorable. what’s his name?”

“leo,” arthur replies, gently pulling the dachshund back to a sit. “he’s my brother’s dog. i’m just looking after him for the weekend.”

“well, leo’s very charming,” you say, smiling down at the little dog. “this is daisy,” you add, nodding toward your brown dog, who’s watching leo with curious, gentle eyes.

“leo and daisy,” arthur says, grinning. “they sound like they could be the stars of a children’s book.” immediately after saying it, he cringes on the inside. what was that?

but you only laugh again, seemingly not put off by his awkward humour, and arthur can’t help but feel a bit more at ease. the conversation flows naturally after that, both of you chatting about the dogs and swapping stories about their quirks. arthur finds himself relaxing, enjoying how easy it is to talk to you. daisy seems to have taken a liking to leo as well, sniffing around him and wagging her tail, while leo bounces around her, excited and playful.

as you talk, arthur learns that you live just a few blocks away and that you often take daisy on early morning walks.

there’s something about the way you speak—open, friendly, and warm—that makes arthur feel like he’s known you longer than just a few minutes. he’s never been particularly good at small talk, but with you, it doesn’t feel like an effort at all.

eventually, you glance at your watch and sigh softly. “i should probably get going,” you say, though you don’t seem in any real hurry to leave. “daisy’s going to start pulling if we stay much longer.”

arthur nods, feeling a twinge of disappointment but trying not to show it. “yeah, leo’s got a lot of energy to burn off too.”

you kneel down to give leo a quick pat on the head, your fingers gentle in his fur. “it was really nice meeting you, arthur. maybe we’ll see each other around again?”

“i’d like that,” arthur says, his response coming out a bit more eagerly than he intended, but you just smile.

“me too,” you reply, giving daisy’s leash a gentle tug. “come on, daisy.”

as you walk away, arthur watches for a moment, a small smile lingering on his face. leo whines a little, clearly disappointed to see daisy go, and arthur chuckles, giving the dachshund a gentle nudge with his foot. “come on, leo. let’s head home.”

as they continue their walk, arthur can’t help but think about the way you smiled at him, how easy it was to talk to you. maybe looking after leo isn’t so bad after all, he muses, a small spark of hope warming his chest.

and as they make their way back to charles’s place, arthur finds himself wondering if maybe, just maybe, tomorrow’s walk might lead them past that same corner again.

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 5 - Kitten’s treat.

Shota Aizawa x GN!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: Aizawa has a very tasty treat for his little kitten, though the only thing is you have to work for it.

Word count: 930

CW: NSFW and adult content, swearing, role play, pet play (leash and collar), pet name (kitten), oral (GN!giving/ implied GN!receiving), eating cum, facial.

Sitting on the floor with your legs tucked under you, your head resting on the top of your boyfriend’s thigh, while he stroked your head and held tightly onto the leash and collar around your neck, “you’re such a good kitten, you know that” Aizawa hummed his hand moving down to cup your cheeks, while he pulled on the collar forcing you to kneeling position, “so good in fact, I’ll give you a tasty treat” his thumb gently brushed over your lips, before pressing past them and into your mouth. Aizawa’s digit pressed down on your tongue and he opened your mouth, “so pretty… I bet you’re so hungry for your treat, right kitten?” He asked and you nodded quickly.

You reached your hands up and rested them on Aizawa’s thighs as you looked down at the very visible bulge growing in his pants, he smiled and moved to slide his pants down, as he did his erection sprung free, “come on kitten… start earning your treat” Aizawa hummed as he held the base of his cock and pulled you closer but the leash, you opened your mouth and moaned as he slowly rubbed his tip over your tongue and lips.

“Aww such a wet mouth… you hungry little kitten, your drooling all over for my cum” Aizawa chuckled and you nodded still licking and kissing his tip, “well try harder or that tummy of yours is gonna stay empty, and you’ll just have to go hungry” he watched as you took his tip in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him and sucking on it, you slowly began to take him deeper in until you couldn’t anymore, “come on now… that’s pathetic, you said you were hungry” he laughed and you began slowly bobbing your head, trying to warm up so that you might be able to take more. You moaned and felt yourself getting quite hot and bothered, all while Aizawa patted your head “good little kitten… you take me so well” he hummed and you tightened your grip on his upper thighs, all while you continued to suck him, gradually taking him deeper and deeper until your lips hit the base of his cock, at the sudden realisation you had taken all of him, your brain kicked in and activated your gag reflex, you gagged but continued to suck and deeply bob your head.

“Oh yeah, keep going… you’re getting me there” Aizawa groaned and rested a hand on the back of your head, while slightly tugging on your leash. Your cheeks hollowed and your tongue pressed the underside of Aizawa’s manhood, your eyes watered and your legs pressed together, the feeling you got from only sucking him was so close to orgasmic you wondered how long it’d take you before you released from sucking him alone, though before you could get too lost in through Aizawa grabbing the hair on the back of your neck as leverage and support before he began thrusting his hips up into your mouth, “I’m… oh fuck… I’m so god damn close” he grunted as he shifted before standing and holding both sides of your face, while unconscious tugging your leash tighter, “suck… harder a-and move your… tongue” he muttered through gritted teeth as his hip snapped harder and faster towards you, “that’s it… roll that tongue” Aizawa eyes rolled back as you followed his instructions to the letter, you began moaning around and you hands grabbed his butt while you pressed your legs together, you didn’t dare touch yourself in fear Aizawa would take your reward away, “you ready… I- I’m cum- cumming” he huffed and suddenly he pulled roughly on your leash and you were pulled off his cock just as he began to release his load, it spurted into your lips and chin, it also ran down his shaft and onto his sack before three drops made it onto the floor.

You grabbed the collar around your neck as you gasped for air and Aizawa loosened his grips, “whoopsies… now lick it all clean, kitten” he demanded and you began wiping the cum of your chin before you sucked your fingers clean, you then moved onto his cock and you liked up and down his messy shaft slowly, while keeping eye contact with him the whole time and continued this as you move down to suck his sack clean, “you’re enjoying this too much… my little perverted kitten” he laughed and you sat back on your legs looking up at him. Aizawa raised a brow and frowned, “I said clean it all” he growled and pointed down to the ground, you looked down to the ground and felt uneasy, was this all going too far, you thought to yourself and your hesitation was clear, “hey… let’s stop here for the night…” Aizawa hummed as he knelt down before you and began removing the collar around your neck, you nodded and looked away for him, “I’m sorry, you really wanted this and I really wanted to do this” you sighed and your boyfriend laughed, “it’s fine, you’re the cutest little kitten… your too cute even” he hummed and cupped your face, kissing you deeply before wrapping his arms around your body, “let’s go bathe…” he hummed and lifted you to stand with him but paused, “or shell I lick my sweet little kitten’s sweet spot” he whispered as he sat you down on the chair he was on before kneeling before you, he opening your legs wide and holding your legs up and out of the way.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 4 - Levi Ackerman: In plain sight.

Day 6 - Suguru Geto: Paying tribute.

[sinful-lanterns]

Not me thinking about teacher Raven and reader getting caught.

Particularly imagining Raven being half way through whipping her poor little art teacher's butt nice and read, when Principal Chief and secretary Nightingale walk in on them. The pair both being stunned to silence for a moment before the door slams behind them, the sound of the lock that Raven forgot to latch closing as well.

Suddenly you're being held down more harshly, as they make Raven start over from the beginning and tell them ALL about how you've been coming to her between classes to have your overactive brain wiped clean by her whip. The two women watching with masked interest when Raven grabs your hair and makes you describe how you want to be treated like this, and all the ways it makes you feel good.

After the spanking is over, Nightingale "confiscates" your panties before they both leave and you have to spend the rest of the day commando. And then... nothing? Days, weeks, over a month goes by.

Then suddenly you're being called to the Principal's office. You're not sure whats happening, you haven't done anything wrong, that they aren't alrsady aware of. But you go, cause obviously you can't refuse.

Imagine you're surprise when you walk in to see Chief and Nightingale standing on either side of Superintendent Langley as she lounges back in the Chief's chair. Her desk covered in various shapes and sizes of paddles, floggers, restraints, vibrators, straps, and over course a lovely leather collar and matching leash that suspiciously looks like the thin delicate chokers both Chief and Nightingale wear as well.

~🐁

CW: Workplace sex and relations, spanking, orgy, exhibition, Reader is a bit of a masochist

My exhibitionist side is screaming at the idea of getting caught by Chief and Nightingale 😵‍💫

Just imagining Raven jolting in horror when her boss and assistant catch her in the act of spanking you. The sight is unmistakable as you’re bent over her desk with your skirt pulled down, your ass all exposed and tender while Raven is standing over you with a whip. Before Raven could even sputter an explanation, Nightingale locks the classroom door and Chief holds you down. Somehow, the situation de-escalated and escalated at the same time, because Chief and Nightingale weren’t just mad, they were mad you were doing this without them.

Cue Chief telling Raven to spank you again. Harder. Faster. Nightingale tilts your head up to look at Chief in the eye while thick, fat tears roll down your face. Your eyes look so pretty curtained by wet lashes, and the more you sniffle, the more turned on Raven, Chief and Nightingale get. After that little encounter however, nothing really happens between you and your boss. Raven hasn’t been punished either, so you wondered if they were gonna let your little escapade slide…

Nope. About a week later you are called into the Principal’s office and see Chief, Nightingale, and superintendent Langley standing around Chief’s desk. Raven is nowhere to be seen, so this appears to be a punishment only reserved for you, with various paddles, whips, flogs, and even gags scattered among the desk that seemed perfectly tailored for your little masochistic tendencies.

“So you’re the little one getting spanked and toyed with by the other teachers,” Langley hums, picking up a paddle and running her hand over the surface. She gives the paddle a rough smack against her palm, the sound echoing across Chief’s office and making both her and Nightingale flinch. “Such behavior is unacceptable. You should know better that you must submit yourself to your superiors first before engaging with your fellow teachers. Such behavior calls for appropriate punishment.”

Langley smirks while Chief and Nightingale beckon for you to come closer, the blonde woman making it clear that her version of punishment would be a lot rougher than Raven or Chameleon’s.

“Now bend over.”

[holybibly]

Hi! This is my first time ever sending an ask to one of the many writers I follow here on tumblr, and honestly you're my favorite because you write so so well. Like oh my god, everything you write kills me in the best way possible. I really really enjoy reading anything you put out, and I can't wait to read more from you! I hope that you're doing well and that life is treating you well too! <3

Also I'd like to say I enjoy being your bunny, and honestly your wolf Matz is my favorite out of everything I've read on your blog so far.

Honestly just the idea of bunny reader getting fucked by them makes my brain melt. But also them getting a pretty collar for their bunny and using that to pull her closer or attaching a leash to it so that either of them could tug her whichever way they wanted, like ugh yes please.

Hi, my cute little bunny, what an honour it is for me to be the first writer to respond to your request.

I guess we're thinking the same thing, because I can definitely see Seonghwa putting a collar on you and puts a leash on you. God, he could make bunny crawl on all fours and wave that cute cotton tail from side to side like a snack to eager, hungry puppies.

I can also see him pulling on the leash as you ride him to give you a dirty kiss and stick his long tongue down your throat.

Seonghwa is a bit sadistic and vicious with puppies; he knows very well that wolf pups literally cum untouched and swell up their knots every time they see your tight pink pussy, and when those glossy, wet folds are stretched by a thick dick, it brings them to despair. So sometimes there are nights when Seonghwa wants to play, more with them than with you, and it's always so fucking dirty, wet, and slutty that you need to bathe in holy water afterwards.

"Aren't you the sweetest bunny in the world?" Seonghwa's velvety voice, full of evil, seductive darkness, purred from behind your shoulder. Wrapped in furs and luxury, like the most precious item in Seonghwa's vast collection of jewelry, you were in his, now your, bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of his king-size bed while you were sitting on his lap. Your pink, dripping pussy stretched out beautifully around his massive cock, and with every lazy squirm, his swollen, thick knot rubbed against your clit in the most delicious way. "Look at the way this tiny little pussy is sitting on my dick, like on a real throne. Tell your mommy, princess, do you love your throne?"

"Yes, мommy, I love my throne so much. It makes me sweet and full; I can feel you in my belly." Your small hand pressed weakly against the obvious bulge in the middle of your stomach. Seonghwa's dick really made you feel so full.

The sound of growling, moaning, and gasping filled the room at your words. It only got louder as your viscous mucus poured out of your hole, running down Seonghwa's cock, his heavy cum-filled balls, and dripping onto the floor, pooling on the black marble.

"What naughty puppies you are, behaving like bitches in the heat—impatient and moaning. Didn't I teach you to behave well when we are playing with the bunny?" Seonghwa's words were so humiliatingly condescending that even you became irritated and hot, even though they weren't directed at you but at the restless puppies that were kneeling in front of you.

They sat on their knees in a semi-circle in front of the bed, a little too close for your comfort, arranged in the order Seonghwa wanted them to be—naked and with hard, reddened cocks, the heads of their dicks proudly dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Around each of their necks was a thick collar connected to a chain, which Hongjoong held in his hand as he reclined lazily in a large leather chair by the fireplace with a glass of whisky in his hand. It was a kind of punishment for them. They behaved horribly and even dared to bite their little pet - Wooyoung's angry, swollen teeth marks are still visible on your thigh. Sometimes they forgot that you belonged to Seonghwa and were desperate to mate with you without him knowing or controlling them.

"They are Hwa's real bitches; they covered our floor with their semen; maybe they should clean it with their tongues? And no more games with my angel; you're going to fuck each other if you can't behave properly. No more of that sweet pussy". There is nothing but pure evil pleasure in Hongjoong's voice. God, this is going to make you leak even more. You begin to wriggle restlessly, your silken walls fluttering around the thick, hot girth of the alpha's cock.

"I-I didn't want to bite her, Alpha; she just smells so sweet, so delicious, and so fertile. I just wanted to fill her with my sperm." Wooyoung moans loudly, arching his back a little and sticking out his chubby butt, as if the very thought of it is getting his whole body ready for some hot and animal sex. His beautiful, bushy tail swishes behind him, and his crystal blue eyes darken with lust from underneath his messy, two-toned bangs. Wooyoung may be one of the most seductive wolves you've ever seen, but you belonged to Seonghwa, and Seonghwa was a god himself.

"Oh, really? Just fill the bunny with sperm, right, honey?" Seonghwa's plump lips pressed against the nape of your neck, just above the luxurious diamond collar that he had placed on you earlier. It was not enough for him to have the dark maroon bite stuck in your neck forever; he had to show it off in some way to all to whom you belonged. "Then I'll do it the right way, and maybe next time you'll have your teeth under control. In the meantime, all of you just sit there and watch me breed my princess, and don't you dare cum, needy sluts, or you won't be getting that pretty bunny cunt for a very long time."

"No, no, no, we'll be good." Mingi whined and scratched at the marble on the floor with his claws. His black, fluffy ears were flattened against his head in a pitiful way, and his beautiful, dark eyes were watering.

"Please, Alpha, we'll be good." Another sweet voice whimpered, and you glanced down through your lashes at the shiny, seductively muscular body of San.

Who the hell made a wolf look so good?

"I will think." And with those words, Seonghwa's hands grabbed your hips and literally threw you up and down on his dick. The room was filled with moans, growls, and piercing squeals from you and the wolf pups, interspersed with Hongjoong's enthusiastic, dark laughter and Seonghwa's velvety, deep moans.

[dckweed]

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND ➺ bob floyd

summary: In which bob floyd gets himself into a bit of a pickle and calls on his hot, recently single neighbor to help him out, the situation is mutually beneficial..in more ways than one.

warnings: fake dating, violence, domestic violence mentioned, nicknames, slowburn, eventual smut.

this is an x reader fic where reader is referred to as sunshine or sunny as a nickname, also i know the moodboard is a lil wonky no one say anything im gonna fix it! i made it on my phone half asleep lmao.

part one: here

PART TWO - THE FAKE INSTAGRAM

After the whole fiasco of snorting water out of your nose and scaring the poor man half to death, Bob insists on taking you to the quaint coffee shop on the corner of the street you guys lived on, just a few steps away from the front doors of the apartment building. Reluctantly, you agree, curious to know more about the predicament your neighbor had gotten himself into. He lets you have a few minutes to throw a cropped zip up hoodie over yourself, and a baseball cap to help shade the still slightly visible bruise on your face before you meet him in the hallway. He had clipped Cosie to her leash and the excited little furball was yipping excitedly when you stepped out of your home, closing the door behind you. 

“Hi Cosie baby!” You say excitedly, your voice sweeter than honey as you crouched down to her level to excitedly scratch her behind the ears like she loved. “You being a good girl for your dad?” You ask teasingly, you knew she could never be bad, and Bob practically treated her like a princess anyway. 

“Always is..” Bob says, his accent drawling out a few of the syllables in a way that you just loved to hear. God, you thought to yourself, this man could record an audio book and have everyone swooning.  “You ready?” 

You smile, straightening up. “Yeah, lets go..” 

He was truly a gentleman you noted, he held the door to the apartment building, and the coffee shop for you as if it was second nature, only humming in response to your simple thank you, and when he pulled the chair out for you at the small table on their outdoor patio, you hoped that he didn’t notice the blush on your neck and face. Were you really so used to guys that were such brutes that you got flustered by basic acts of kindness? He hadn’t argued with you too much on paying for your own drink, letting you do it after a small squabble..or maybe you really didn’t give him a choice..you had already payed with your phone while you were arguing before he had even gotten his wallet out of his back pocket. 

“So,” You say as he sits across from you, looping Cosie’s leash to the more shaded side of the table. “Can you elaborate on the whole girlfriend thing for me?” Now it was him who was turning red. 

He fidgets awkwardly with his hot, black coffee for a moment, those eyebrows knit tightly together again. He clears his throat before he speaks. “I kind of..already told all of my friends that we’re dating.” He says, you lean back in the chair, your head tilted slightly towards the sun as you listen to him. You enjoyed the warmth on your face.“I..i don’t know what came over me..we were all drinking, and they said something about dating it somehow turned to me..and i just..i’m so tired of Hangman and his fucking manwhore whorier than thou attitude and always teasing me for not going on dates all  the time..” 

“So you told them you were dating someone?” You ask, seeing where the story was going. You could tell that the story alone was irritating him by the was his hand clenched around his coffee cup and the tightness around his mouth, the tick in his jaw. You wondered how long he had been putting up with this ‘Hangman’ guy. 

Bob nods. “And then they asked her name, and at the time the only thing i could come up with quickly enough to not seem suspicious was Sunny..so..” You laugh a little bit, this man was adorable, and obviously gentle even though he was clearly upset by what he was talking about. You liked that about him, you decided. 

How could you not help him? And really, what could it hurt? “How long would you need me to be your girlfriend for?” You ask, bringing the straw of your iced latte to your lips, moaning softly as the heavy caramel flavor hit your tongue. You could drink it forever. You see his body sag a little at your words, a little more relaxed. 

“Just long enough to make it believable.” He states, eyeing you from across the table. Cosie’s cold nose pokes your leg and you happily reach down and scratch her head, giving the little baby all the attention she wanted. “A couple of nights out with my friends, obviously, and im sure Nat will want to hang out with you one on one..” He says, actually thinking of the scenarios that would most likely take place. “A couple of official work events, probably, I would say, a few months..” 

You turn your attention back to him, lips pursed. A few months? That would land you around the beginning of the year..through Christmas..you had agreed to go home for the holiday’s this year. You arched a brow as you thought. It would look good if you brought a man home to your family, especially a man like Bob, they would swoon all over him..you wouldn’t have to spend the whole week hearing your grandmother tell you that you should be married already, or have a family like your brother and sister.. “Okay, i’ll help you out, but only if the fake boyfriend thing can be used in my favor too..” You say. He nods immediately. “So..rules?” 

The two of you talk for a couple of hours at the coffee shop, the little table filled with the occasional laughter as you talked about rules of the arrangement, and what would need to be done. Later on you found yourself on one side of your couch, Bob on the other as the two of you tried to work out a schedule. 

“Can you meet with me and the crew at our usual bar tomorrow night?” He asks, looking up from his phone at you. Natasha and Jake were blowing up the group chat about meeting you and it was slowly driving him insane. He had about forty text messages from this morning until right that moment. 

You shake your head. :”I have work tomorrow night, but i’m off Monday.” You say, looking up from your own phone. You had been texting your sister about your plans for the Holidays. “My sister wants to know where you’re from, and what you do and i dont think she’ll take ‘navy dude’ as an answer” Bob looks at you, slightly offended. 

“Navy dude?” He asks, setting his phone down for just a moment. “Sunny, i’m not just a ‘navy dude’, i’m a weapons system officer. I control the weapons and radar in multi million dollar government aircraft.” He looked completely offended by your terminology and you struggled to hold in a giggle at the way he was explaining his official job title to you. “..and I’m from Montana.” 

“That explains the accent.” You say, texting your sister back.

Bob scoffs. “Accent?” He’d never been told he had an accent before. “Where are you from? This is basic stuff we should probably know about each other if we want people to believe this, you know?” You hummed in response, he was definitely right. “Also, Phoenix wants to know what your instagram is..” 

“Well, that depends on how much you want your friends to know about me.” You say, setting your phone down to look at him. He looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed again. You have the sudden urge to reach across the damn couch and smooth the area with your thumb, but you resist. “Don’t look at me like that, you know what i mean. Are they the judgemental type?” He opens his mouth, as if to protest and say no, but then closes it and gives a slight nod. “Okay, so fake insta it is.” 

It was a good thing you already had a fake instagram account for your grandmother and other family members because it made it a hell of alot easier for you. “A fake instagram? Won’t they think something is weird if it doesn’t have any pictures of us together on it?” He asks, not fully sure of your plan. You roll your eyes and maneuver yourself so you’re laying in Bob’s lap, looking directly up at him. 

His entire body goes stiff and you can’t tell if its from surprise or from being uncomfortable with your proximity, but you don’t move and after a few moments his thigh muscles untense. He smells good, you realize as you breathe in slightly. “My fake account isn’t exactly fake, okay?” You say, opening the instagram app on your phone and switching it to your second profile. “It’s just not the one I use mainly that i post on for my friends or well, if you were actually my boyfriend, you, to see..” 

“Then what is the point of it?” He asks looking down at you, his accent flowing smoothly through you. His voice was a little quieter now that you were so close to him, and in all honesty you didn’t mind it one bit. 

You chuckle, giving him your phone so he can scroll through it. “I normally use it for my grandma and other family members, so they won’t have a damn heart attack..they already don’t like my line of work, there’s no need to go killing them with some pictures.” Bob hums in response, scrolling through a few of the posts. “It’s the extremely tame version of my main account.”

His phone pings again and he grunts, rolling his eyes. Before he can even try to hand you your own back, you grab his off the arm of the couch above you and thank god that it was already unlocked. You gasp at the text. “Hangman wants proof that im a real girl and not just a figment of your imagination.” You say, an idea coming to mind. You roll off of his lap and quickly stand, pulling him by the forearm to his feet as he makes a disgruntled noise. 

You lead him down the small hallway, past your bedroom and into your bathroom (which was thankfully not its usual disastrous mess of makeup and lingerie scattered everywhere). “Okay, stand there..” You grab him by the biceps, shocked at how solid they are because he honestly didn’t seem to be overly buff to you, and position him exactly where you want him. 

“Sunny, what’re we doin’?” He sighs, letting you move him around every which way. He had to admit, he liked the way you grabbed his arms, the way you squeezed at his biceps. He tried not to let his mind linger too much on it though, tried not to notice the way that your fingertips left a trail of goosebumps in their wake every time they lingered anywhere on his bare skin. 

“Taking pictures, duh.” You say as if it should have been obvious. You turn around, satisfied with his position, and face the mirror yourself, positioning his arm around your shoulders and over your chest as you press back against his surprisingly solid body. You weren’t exactly a short person by any means, but there was definitely a noticeable height difference between you and him. Your head just barely cleared his shoulders, his chin able to rest perfectly onto of your head. It made for a cute photo, you thought and you pretended not to notice the goofy smirk on his face as you captured the photo as stealthily as you could, leaning back into his chest as his chin rested on top of your head, his arm over your chest and your hand wrapped around his forearm as you took the picture, acutely aware of his hand just over the waistband of your lululemon pants. 

You hum, thinking about what other positions would be cute enough to send to his friends and post to your fake insta account, you wanted to hard launch him to your family too if you were hard launching to his friends. You turn the camera of his phone front facing, and set it up to take rapid photos on a timer before you abruptly turn around and jump up, locking your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

“Smile at me.” You say, as your hand snakes up into his hair. You didn’t really have to though because he was already smiling at you in surprise as you leaned your forehead against his. “I didn’t think you’d be able to hold me.” You giggle suddenly, and the sound makes his smile grow wider as he adjusts his hands so they’re fulling on your ass, supporting you as he drops his head to your shoulder. 

The whole ordeal of the photo session takes about fifteen minutes or so, and when you’re finished you lead him back out into the living room. “Sorry to jump on you like that, but i had to catch you off guard, i wanted it to look believable.” You say, sitting back down on the couch. He only hums in response, taking a spot next to you as he watches you pick through your favorite photos in his camera roll to text to yourself. 

“You’re awfully good at that,” He ques, watching you edit some of the photos you had sent to your own phone, before you compose an instagram post of the best ones. “I always just take them and post them, i never thought that filters really mattered..” 

You chuckle at the man, shaking your head. “What’s your instagram, bobby?” You ask, using your nickname for him as you type out a caption for the post. 

“Oh, uh,” a slight blush heats up his neck and face and he clears his throat before responding. “It’s @thewizzo ..natasha actually came up with the handle.” You type it into your caption, eyebrows furrowed. You’re about to ask him what the hell a wizzo is when he answers it for you. “It’s uh, well, sometimes its a nickname, or another acronym for WSO..” 

“Oh, snazzy..” You say showing him the post. It was a series of four photos and a small, but cute caption.

“Is it Bobby approved?” You ask. He gives you an affirmative nod and you hit the post button, knowing it would only be a matter of minutes before your sister and brother blow up your phone. “Okay, well, here’s to our fake relationship!” You say, attaching the photo of Bob holding you with his hands on your ass to a text with your instagram handle and sending it to his friends group chat. 

The phone pings before you’ve even handed it back to him. 

Hangman: holy fuck she’s real.  Phee: shut up you moron, im following her rn!!  Rooster: …wait i thought i was imagining this conversation last night Payback: oh, shit..way to go Bob!!

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@dory-98 @justherebecausesafarisucks

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Bondage. Blindfolding. Manhandling. Degradation. Rough sex. Mean Scara with a dash of Soft Scara at the end.

a/n: I took a little more time on this than I expected.

Scaramouche's smirk widened when he saw you shiver, rubbing your thighs together as he tightly blind your wrists together. Giving the knot a good yank, his fingers brushed down between your eyes and over the blind fold darkening your sight.

His cock was hardening at the sight of you bound and blind folded. This was a new way for him dominant you. "Now I am in complete and utter control," He said huskily, glaring down you with lust filled eyes that you couldn't see.

"I can yank you around as I please," Scaramouche taunted, sitting on the edge of the bed. Giving the slack a good yank (he preferred to think of a leash of sorts), he drug you into the floor, pulling you up onto your knees.

"You like being tied up and used like this, don't you, slut?" He brought your arms to drape over his lap, pushing your head down. "Open up and start sucking," He pushed his cock into your waiting mouth.

Your tongue lapped and curled around his cock, moaning happily as you began to suck. Scaramouche twirled the end of the leash between his fingers, his free hand gripping your hair, holding your head in place, ruthlessly pushing his cock deep into your throat.

You gagged, coughing as you choked. Scaramouche laughed. He dearly wished he could see the tears burning in your eyes. He gave you a few moments to adjust to breathing through your nose, the impatient scoff that you heard him emit while he waited soon melt into in a husky groan of pleasure when you started sucking.

"That's my good girl," His grip on your hair loosened for a few moments, his fingers stroking lovingly through your hair. You nuzzled your cheek against his pelvis, returning his affection.

The way it looked worshipping to him made him melt.

Pulling your hair, he guided his cock out of your mouth, relishing in the sight of your drool running down his cock. "Ha, what a slut you are, drooling happily all over my cock like that," Scaramouche held your head in place, pushing his cock halfway into your mouth before pushing down on your head, forcing it all the way inside your mouth.

Your mouth became nothing but a tool for him to get off on. You sucked as best you could, letting him guide the pace of your head, lapping and flattening your tongue, sucking obediently.

"What a good fuck toy I have, sucking me off like a total whore," He moaned, fucking himself into your throat as he pleased, his cock squelching in and out of your mouth. "Fuck, I am close to coming down your stupid, slut throat." He babbled, panting moans of pleasure poured unabashed from him, making him glare down at you a little for making him sound so vulnerable.

You swallowed, feeling cum ribbon into your throat. You sucked until Scaramouche felt he was satisfied.

"Okay, kitten, let's take a feel at how wet you are for me, hm?" He said, pulling on the "leash", he pushed you onto the bed, batting your legs apart impatiently.

You gasped in pleasure, bucking your hips needily into his fingers as they searched and rubbed between your dripping folds, your clit throbbing with need. Your feeling of sensation was heightened from your vision being obscured.

Scaramouche plunged three fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of you a few times before pulling them out. "It astounds me how wet you get from me degrading you. Your greedy cunt was already clenching around my fingers, begging me to fuck you raw. What a shameless slut you are."

Holding both of your bound wrists above your head, Scaramouche was inside of you with a harsh snap of his hips, not even giving you time to adjust to his sudden penetration.

Putting a hand on your throat, his fingers prodding at your windpipe as he slammed his cock in and out of you. His teeth bit harsh and indiscriminate, determined to leave deep imprints in your skin.

You screamed in pleasure, writhing down against the bed. Your fingernails dug into your palms, your legs wrapping around him, pushing his cock deeper inside of you.

"That's my good girl, my precious kitten, letting me use her as I please. Complete and utter subservience. Archons, I fucking treasure you so much," Scaramouche groaned, tearing his teeth from your flesh to nuzzle into your neck.

It only took a few more harsh snaps of his hips before he came, his pace never relenting until your orgasm washed over you, only pulling out of you when your pleasured whimpers sounded the sweetest in his ears.

[peydawgz]

Helloooooo.... May I request a puppy Venture on a collar/chain, being bitten, orgasm denied, and being labelled a Good (Boy? Unsure if that's too gendered for Venture's tastes) after the climax. Reader teases and mocks them throughout the affair, Venture bites back. If ur up for it thanks lmao

Good Doggy || Venture x Reader (NSFW)

(Kept as gender neutral as possible)

You sit on the bed in silence with Sloan, in the nude with some very suggestive leather straps covering the both of your naked bodies. Doggy ears were clipped into Venture’s hair and they wore a pretty little collar around their neck.

“Dogs aren’t allowed on the bed, get on the floor.” You say with a smirk. They move slowly, unsure but you quicken their pace, raising your voice a bit more, “On the floor I said!” You shout as you slap their leather clad booty.

They yelped just like a helpless puppy and sit on their knees in front of you with big eyes, waiting to give you pleasure. You pet their head, making eye contact as you lean on the bed before them with legs spread. You lower your hand and attached the leash to their collar, giving a soft tug to pull them up closer.

“Come get your treat.” You say, tugging their face against your flesh using the leash. Their mouth consumes you, giving you pleasure with their tongue. Your hand grips Sloan’s head as you moan and grunt out loud so they understand just how good it feels for you.

Their hands move down to touch themselves, but you smack it away and tug on the leash making their head face upwards. You glare at them, “Bad Sloan! Come here.” You move around, forcing them on the bed ass up to give them another spank. A whimper comes out from their lips and they coyly turn and say, “No dogs on the bed?”

“Shut up and bark.” You respond, ripping the leather straight off their body, your fingers moving to touch and fondle them. They cried out and moaned, back arching against your hand to ensure more attention.

“Bark, you bitch!” You said, moving over to bite their neck, rubbing your strap/dick up against them before entering abruptly. “Awooo! Woof!! Ughhh woof!” They howl and bark for you in between lustful noises, their ass bouncing up against your meat getting you to groan as well. You pull on the leash, one hand holding their waist and continuing the flow of thrusts. Your hand moved up, fingers entering Sloan’s mouth as they barked for you, doggy slobber covering your fingers.

Venture was getting close, so you decided to pull out and move so you were sitting on their face, leash tugging them up and down to lick you.

“Mm, good puppy.” You bit your lip, seeing their hot red face, covered in your juices and slobber. They barked again in response, giving you the most heavenly head and impressing you.

You caress them with your hands as you finish again and again, before deciding they could have a little fun.

You roll over and allow Sloan to top while you continue to hold the leash, controlling their pace and frustrating them even more at your slow movements.

“Good doggy” you moan as they start to take a bit more control, hovering over you and holding your body close as they thrust. You bite their neck again in a different spot, definitely leaving a mark. They kiss all over your face, licking you once on the cheek as they were really in their role, and even bit you back on your shoulder.

You hold their hips straight as they start to move harder, smiling up at them as you held them back again. They whine like a sad little dog, and you let go, having all the fun as they rampaged your body with pleasure.

You let them finish finally, their legs twitching and their eyes already starting to close. They looked so used and cute and adorable, you continued to keep petting their hair and kissing their head, stroking their body hair.

“Who’s my good doggy? I love you! Yes I do! Yes I do!” You laugh playfully, ruffling up their hair.

“Now who needs a bath?”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Oh! I read about child reader dressing up as one of the RoR characters and saying they did so because the characters are their heroes! Can you do a continuation, please?? Imagine child reader running around dressed like the characters, it so cute!!

-Odin- He couldn’t help but beam, on the inside, watching you march around dressed up like him, a bright smile on your face as you held your candy bucket, half full already with treats. When other gods would see you, seeing you dressed up as Odin and walking around with them, many couldn’t help but melt, cooing on how cute you looked. However, if anyone said anything to him being cute for matching with you, they were cruising for a bruising! When Odin spotted Loki, he groaned softly, knowing that Loki was going to tease, but he was surprised when Loki did the opposite, hugging you while bawling comically, “You’re so cute Y/N!!” you just beamed, thanking him as he piled the candy he had gotten into you own bucket, telling you that you deserved all of it. By the time you arrived back home, you were in Odin’s arms, fast asleep and head resting on his shoulder, while his other hand was holding your stuffed crows and your candy bucket. He didn’t bother changing you out of your costume, just putting you to bed, pecking your forehead softly, giving you a smile that nobody else would ever see, softly thanking you.

-Buddha- The number of pictures that Buddha took of you, gushing the whole time over how adorable and perfect you looked! You had even managed, with Brunnhilde’s help, in getting the hair style just right and you even posed like him, hands on your hips with a lollipop in your mouth. Many others couldn’t stand the cuteness as well, thinking you were so adorable, praising your idea in being Buddha for Halloween. If anyone asked you why you wanted to be Buddha and you told them, Buddha would collapse, holding his chest every time. One who especially loved your costume was Zerofuku, who thought initially that Buddha had shrunk, picking you up, “Why are you so small now Buddha?” you just giggled warmly, telling him that it was you and he stared before seeing the real Buddha who was laughing nearby. Zerofuku melted when you hugged him, “I love you big brother Zerofuku!” With your cuteness, you had so much candy by the end of the night, it was impressive.

-Qin Shi Huang- Heads turned wherever you went, mainly because you looked adorable, but also because QSH was telling everyone to stand aside for the ruler of China. Many thought he was talking about himself, until they saw you and immediately you were the center of attention, taking pictures, posing with him, and getting lots of candy! He adored that you wanted to dress up as him for this weird holiday, which he enjoyed thoroughly because he was getting candy alongside you and seeing your smiling face. Brunnhilde knew that with you dressing up as QSH, it was going to inflate his ego, and indeed it did, but at least while he was with you, he did nothing but shower you in praise and treat you like you were the emperor/empress. You had a lot of fun, seeing people bowing to you and calling you Emperor/Empress Y/N, while QSH held you up like Simba, telling everyone to bow down to you. You were passed out in his arms later on that night, completely exhausted, but overflowing with happiness, and he was too, holding you close, determined to make you proud.

-Simo Hayha- Was constantly pulling his hat down or his scarf up over his bright red face, unable to stand how adorable you were, holding your toy gun and taking turns holding onto Cerberus’ leash with Hades, and Simo’s own dog, Snowy, walking each of your doggy friends, as you got candy throughout the night. It wasn’t because you were just walking around dressed up like him, but what was embarrassing was that when people would ask you what you were dressed up as, you just beamed, “I’m dressed as my hero, Simo!” Gods you were going to kill him with how cute you were!! He wasn’t the only one however, seeing your bright smile and pure happiness was heartwarming for Hades and anyone who came across you, thinking you were so sweet for dressing up like your hero. Simo held your hand as you beamed up at him as you headed back home, your haul in Hades’ arms, “I had so much fun- thank you for coming with us tonight!” he smiled down at you, even if you couldn’t see it due to his scarf, but you see that his eyes were smiling, “I had fun tonight too, Y/N. Thank you for a fun night.” You beamed up at him before continuing your journey home.

[moist-for-xavier]

Travelling is truly life changing

♡ summary: you travel around with Till and the band while he makes you wear a full latex suit

♡ genre: smut

♡ word count: 950

♡ a/n: this is my first fanfic in a long time so I’m a little rusty. But I’ll get there. I promise

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Being Till’s girlfriend had a few benefits. One of which was traveling with him for all his personal as well as Rammstein tours.

The only unfortunate part was what he made you wear. Anything from short frilly skirts to tight latex pants with no underwear (because he didn’t like to see the panty lines beneath the thin latex). But so far his favourite was the full latex bodysuit along with a mask. For that exact reason, he made the band stop taking flights and instead move in trucks. So he could watch you scurry behind his long strides in your 7-inch heels.

That’s how you got into this position right now. “You’ve been bad. I told you I’d do something to you, Schatzi” His deep voice rumbled as he helped you out of the tall truck cabin. You moved to stand next to him only for him to push you on your knees. Despite the full mask over your face, your confusion was visible.

“Get down, Hure. Let’s take you for a walk” He grinned as he reached down to wrap a pink collar around your neck, holding the leash with a gentle smile.

“Come on you little bitch. I might let you eat something as well”He said and it sent a strong pulse down to your core. He took a few long strides after his friends who chatted happily in front of the small restaurant you stopped at. You crawled behind him on your hands and knees, careful not to scrape your long red nails on the harsh concrete. You looked through the small eye holes in the mask, watching as his bandmates eyed you carefully, grinning to themselves before they averted their eyes like they always did.

The group walked in, Till dragging you harshly behind up to the table they had selected. The six sat down, smiling warmly at the tired waitress who handed them the dingy, worn-down menus. She eyed you judgementally until a harsh tug on the leash pulled your attention back to Till. He gave you a disapproving scowl before returning his attention back to his mates. They ordered their subpar food, complaining but still eagerly wolfing it down after a long day of traveling.

It was a few minutes later that Till got up to use the bathroom, dragging you on all fours behind him. In the bathroom he pulled you into the stall, closing and locking the door.

“You did so well tonight, Schatzi. Come here, you deserve your dinner as well” He grinned darkly as he undid his black pants. It wasn’t as if you’d never seen his cock, but it always sent a shiver down your spine and a tingle in your pussy.

He undid the zipper you had over your mouth and shoved you down on his cock. He groaned in delight, his voice rumbling beautifully in the back of his throat. He held onto your hair which was pulled in a ponytail that stuck out of the full-head latex mask. You licked pathetically on the thick vein on the underside of his dick, trying hard to breathe through your nose.

“Gut. Sehr gut. Ah…” He always forgot to speak in English to you in the heat of the moment. That’s when he set a brutal pace. Holding your head still by your ponytail as he rammed his hips against your face. It was sloppy and hot, spit running down the smooth latex on the floor in thick strings as he cussed under his breath. You reached up to touch his clothed thighs only for him to yank your wrists away and shove you down further on his cock until you gagged.

“I never allowed you to touch, you stupid bitch! Did my cock fuck your little brains out too much? You’re actually that stupid now?” He cooed as he reached down to slap your cheek. You shook your head, nose hidden under the latex nuzzled into his dark pubes in denial.

“Then don’t fucking touch me and take what I give you!” He demanded authoritatively, making you whine in submission. With that, the pace began again. His balls slapped against your chin, his thick swollen head pressing at your uvula making you gurgle and gag pathetically. He cussed silently, huffing like a dog. It would usually turn you off, but this was Till we’re talking about. He could and does the most disgusting things and you’re ready to take him whenever.

His hips stuttered after a few thrusts, pressing your head tightly against his pubic bone as he released with a heavy sigh. His head fell back, knocking against the wimpy door of the cubicle. You swallowed his bitter cum, feeling as the gluey slime slid down your throat, some into your nose and windpipe. But you didn’t mind. You sighed dreamily when he pulled his limp dick out of your mouth wiping it into your hair like a tissue before tucking himself in.

“Let’s go. We need to keep moving to reach the hotel in time” He said as he made you stand up, your legs wobbly from kneeling down for so long as he tugged you out. His friends were unbothered when you finally appeared, they paid already and took a quick smoke before jumping back into the trucks. You climbed carefully into the cabin with Till, laying your head against his thick muscular thigh. He pet your head and cooed praises as the convoy set off again.

You honestly didn’t mind Till belittling you and using you whenever he pleased. It’s what you signed up for when you started dating. What you didn’t expect is to enjoy being treated like this so much.

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♡ a/n: if you catch any mistakes I’m sorry. Any ideas are appreciated <3

[hazbincalifornia]

Key To The Cage

Summary: Loona, an omega a mere month shy of eighteen, is going to be adopted by an imp who stinks like an alpha. He isn't what she expects.

I was musing on my A/B/O au yesterday, specifically the family relationship between omega Blitz and omega Loona when she was first adopted.

Warnings: Implied past child abuse and sexual assault, although nothing is done or explicit within the text.

Rating: T

Wordcount: 1960

Ao3 link

Loona was being adopted.

She was a little over a month from eighteen, and she was an omega with a pretty pattern to her fur that the hounds in the next cell over leered at. (In response, she bared her teeth and swiped at them until hot inky blood dripped between her claws. She wasn’t just meat. She wasn’t. She repeated it to herself even as the staff clucked their tongues and threw all the troublemakers in the same cell and let the stench of heat stick to her fur like mold until it was all she could smell other than the metal of the cage bars.)

She was being adopted by an imp half her size who stank of alpha. He had a dangerous-looking scar covering half of his face like a mask, and enough muscle to be a problem.

He was also jittery, with his tail snapping like a whip as the paperwork was drawn up while the guards stood on either side of her. One was holding the leash, and one was holding a chain that was snapped on to the muzzle. The imp kept glancing back at her, then the four walls around them, then the desk, then her again. His eyes were narrowed. Determined.

Determined about what, she couldn’t say for sure, but she could certainly make a guess, what with his smell and his choice in picking her. Her tail lashed from side to side- a distorted echo of his. She gagged as the leash was yanked to cut off her breath, keep her from lunging.

“Oh, just be glad someone wants you before you get chucked to the curb,” the guard grumbled, and the imp turned and flipped him off.

“Lay the fuck off- nobody’s a bitch to my kid, got that?”

His.

He was already thinking of her as his, as something that belonged to him.

Loona snarled from deep in her chest, hands curling into fists and ears pinned low as her body vibrated with every muscle tensed. (She was going to be sick, but swallowed it down to avoid suffocation inside the metal clamped around her jaw.)

He finished signing the papers before turning to show her the certificate, a grin having spread across his face the second the pen lifted and the ink began to dry. “And here we go! All there in- er, not black and white. Black and gold. Gold’s cool too, all fancy and shit. Anyway!” He glared at the guards. “Let her go.”

The one holding the leash offered it to him, but he shook his head. “Unhook it, I’m not taking her home in that.” He paused. “The muzzle too.”

…Huh?

“Are you sure about-”

The imp just held up the certificate again. “Read it and weep. Take that shit off and then take your hands off her, capish?”

The guards looked at him before shrugging and unhooking the leash. The muzzle had to wait until she was steered out the door, but the imp watched them closely until they removed that as well before giving a nod.

“Sorry about all that, sweetie, they-”

“Don’t.”

“Hmm?” He tilted his head, and the growl built low in her throat as she glared down at him. Who the fuck did he think he was? (Besides her owner now.)

“Don’t- I’m not your sweetie. If you- I- you…” She bit back tears. (The streets wouldn’t have been kind, but at least she might have found some way to claw herself to freedom.)

He chewed on his lip. “Get in the car, and then I can explain everything, okay?”

They were probably still watching her from the window. She’d seen them shoot runners with tranquilizers that made you slow and stupid for a week afterward.

She got into the car, ants scurrying underneath her skin as he slid into the driver’s seat, the toe of his boot tapping on the mat.

“Look, I know what you’re thinking-”

“You don’t.”

“More than you think.” The imp pulled in a deep breath that went down to his chest and puffed it up slightly before letting it out and rolling up his sleeve. He slid off one of his wrist-guard gloves, exposing a thick splash of scarring that matched his face. “Go on, smell.”

She recoiled. He was already trying to force some kind of- some kind of-

“I’m not an alpha.” It was half-whispered with a tension underpinning it, as if he was forcing each word out of his mouth. “I’ve- look, I was in the same position as you were a little over a decade ago. Nobody fucking deserves that.” He paused. “Nobody’s gonna touch you on my watch unless you want them to.”

Loona leaned forward almost on instinct, nose twitching as she searched for the scent glands. They were faint, likely damaged by the burns, and she doubted that a non-hound would be able to pick it up, but…

He was telling the truth. Omega, and an unmated one at that- or at least one without a permanent alpha.

It could be a trap. He could be in it for the cash, bringing her back to some compound where she’d be taken and used. She knew the stories, and that at least some of them were true.

(Why would he have them take off the muzzle and leash, then? She had teeth, he knew it, but had wanted her freed, had wanted her to be more of a liability.)

“How about I show you the apartment, then we can go from there? You’ve got a room.”

“Just mine?” The words came out higher than she’d have liked, but he perked up as he slid the glove back on.

“Yep! Just yours. It’s lucky I got a big enough bed, it should fit you just fine. We can go get shit to fancy it up tomorrow once you’re settled in, but it’s got pillows and a blanket and you can borrow Spirit for the first night if you want.”

Her ears twitched up slightly.

“Spirit?”

“Oh, it’s just a plush that looks like a horse from the greatest movie of all time. A human one, if you can believe it.” His chatter flowed easily once there was a topic he was more comfortable with and he turned the key as she clicked on her seatbelt. Gold and red eyes were bright as he spoke, gesturing occasionally with his hands as he kept catching himself by saying they’d have to watch it together but then proceeding to spoil portions out of excitement anyway. He told her his name as well- Blitz. Blitz Buckzo.

Loona was quiet as they drive. The miasma of Alpha permeated the van, but if Blitz was pretending to be one, that made sense- sprays and lotions would rub off, even if suppressant pills wouldn’t. Still. Still, her heart beat double in her chest and her hips squirmed in the seat, remembering past heats and wishing she didn’t.

They arrived at the apartment in Imp City, although thankfully one that looked like the building rented to non-imps as well based on the height of the doorway so she wouldn’t have to crouch. He hopped out and opened the van door for her with a smile that didn’t quite make it all the way up on the scarred side, then spun around and headed for the front of the building, trusting that she’d follow.

She climbed the stairs behind him, and when he presented her a room with chunky landlord-white paint and a cockroach squashed next to the closet, she hugged herself.

“I’ll go get some dinner ready, you can settle in. The bed creaks a little but it’s really not half-bad.” He patted her arm, but when she automatically whipped around with her teeth bared, he stepped back with his hands up, eyes softening in something she could almost imagine was recognition. “I’m making spaghetti, you’re good with that, right? Not allergic to tomatoes or some shit?”

“...That’s fine,” she muttered, and he nodded.

“Great!” He nodded over to the bed, and she tentatively walked toward it, easing her weight down. No restraints sprung up. The sheets had cartoon horses on them, but were clearly ragged and well-loved. They smelled like the alpha stink from the van mixed in with Blitz’s more natural omega scent buried underneath, fainter but undeniable once she knew to look.

When he called her out for dinner, he let her eat as much as she wanted, and didn’t complain that she used up the hot water when scrubbing the grime of the pound out of her fur.

The next morning, he made pancakes, and they got her new clothes and a phone, as well as decorations for her room. After ordering out some pizza, they had ice cream on the couch while watching his horse movie. He helped untangle the knots in her hair, and she could feel and smell him relax at the casual contact, even though he didn't touch anything except for her hair and a gentle ruffle on her ears.

It was… new. She curled herself up into a ball and locked the door at night, but he didn’t try to jostle the knob even once, and the comfortable, already-familiar faint scent after he showered to wash off the disguise… it began to ease a spring in her that she’d never realized had been wound as tightly as it was.

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She could feel her heat creeping up as the days ticked by. There was a prickle in her blood, drops of boiling honey that stirred lower in her guts every time she focused on it.

(Blitz didn’t let himself have heats anymore, he told her. Too much of a pain to clean up, and not as much fun without somebody to play with. He offered her suppressants by swiping them from the drug store, but she didn’t want to deal with the lethargy and reduced reaction time that came with the hellhound versions.)

Surely, if he was going to do anything, if there was any chance he was going to call someone in to steal her away, it would be now, when her legs were growing wobbly and her brain swirled in a fog.

Surely, he would give in to inevitability that said she was to be used- or get into her personal space if nothing else, to try and take advantage of her while he was on the suppressants that let him retain himself while she spiraled. There were omegas who got off on being the top of the bottom of the pile, on having someone to conquer, and he spat out filthy jokes as easy as breathing.

She woke on the first day of the true heat to a note on the counter, scrawled in his handwriting that took some deciphering, but, translated out, it simply said:

Apartment’s yours. Try not to break anything if you bring someone home. I’ll be back on Tuesday.

The couch had blankets and pillows piled up on it, a pair of toys with the stickers still on them that were roughly her size, and a box of pills that, while not suppressants, did promise to help ease heat for those without mates.

She bundled it up in her arms before dumping it on the floor in her room, and then locked the door from the inside anyway before she buried her face in one of the pillows.

It smelled like both of them, like popcorn and cheese and her shampoo.

It smelled like a pack of two, like second chances she’d never expected.

It smelled like a home she could get used to, like safety, and she could feel her cheek fur dampening as she sobbed into the fabric and hugged it close to her chest.

[vulpisnocturna]

Warnings: afab reader, switch reader, switch Itachi, leash kink, handjob, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), praise kink

9) Reader trying to convince character (Itachi) to try a kink they’re into (leash kink)

Link to NSFW prompt list

NSFW - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

His cheeks were red as he held the leash in his hand, the leather wrapped around his skin. You swallowed, looking at the collar dangling in the air.

‘What is this?’ he asked, though you could tell he had a pretty good idea. You had thought you’d hidden it well enough. But Itachi must have snooped around as he always did and never admitted. The truth was that you’d bought it as a dare. And you’d hidden it, occasionally thinking about it. Thinking about wrapping the collar around Itachi’s pale throat and pull on the leash just before he could cum, cutting him off, edging him. Itachi was not a submissive man in bed, though. He occasionally let you go on top, but he always retained some form of control. And you wanted him to let go, to trust you completely. You wanted to feel in control of his pleasure like he oftentimes did with you.

‘It’s- a collar’ you muttered, buying yourself some time. He scoffed, looking at it, turning it in his slender hands, making your lower stomach tighten.

‘I can see that. We do not have dogs. Is this meant to go on a human being, y/n?’ he asked, his mouth contorting slightly. You flushed, getting up.

‘It’s… supposed to be good’ you said, chewing the corner of your lower lip. Itachi’s pale skin tinged of red.

‘I’m not inclined to putting a collar on you’ he said, his brow furrowing. Your lips parted, and your face felt hot as you glanced at him.

‘I- wanted to put it on you- to try…’ you whispered, looking anywhere but in his eyes.

‘You want to put a leash on me? I’m not going anywhere. I have no need to be chained to you in order to stay’ he retorted, ever the logical mind. You scratched your nose.

‘It’s about trust- letting go. I want you to give yourself to me and let me have control this time. Fully’ you said, taking the leash from him.

‘You know I could break that in an instant if I so wished’ he said, lifting a dark eyebrow.

‘It’s about trust, I said, remember? You have to keep it on. Unless you’re not comfortable with it’ you said, looking at him. He seemed to consider it, then let out a soft sigh.

‘And this would make you happy?’ he asked. You nodded.

‘Very well then. But next time, I will be the one to use it. That is my proposition’ he said, his eyes gleaming. You swallowed, nodding slightly.

You lightly pulled his shirt off of him, and he glanced at the leash once again, sighing. He did not seem too happy to be doing this, but you were sure you could get him very enthusiastic about it.

‘Alright. If you’re uncomfortable at any point-‘ you started, but he cut you off with a smirk.

‘I will break it to pieces’ he said. You scoffed.

‘That works too, I suppose’ you said, leaning over to kiss him. He went to grab your waist and pull you on his lap, but you swatted his hands away.

‘Keep your hands to yourself. This is my time to have you’ you said, and he groaned, but his hands fell at his sides as you straddled him and kissed him more harshly, biting his lower lip and sucking it until he let out a soft moan. You could feel he was already hard, and you smirked, grinding on him.

You pulled his hair to the side, wrapping the collar around his throat and closing it. You tugged on it a little, and his head bobbed forward as you wrapped the leather around your hand and pulled him in to kiss him passionately, your tongue slipping past his lips. His hands rested on your thighs, inching towards your ass, and you let him touch you, though you pushed him away lightly after a little while, telling him to sit down against the headboard. He did so, looking at you, his eyes burning. You started caressing his strong arms and curved biceps, his jutting collarbones, his flat stomach. Whenever you inched towards the elastic of his trousers, Itachi would inhale sharply, but he was otherwise patient as you explored his beautiful body.

You licked his jawline, and he groaned, his hand slithering under your skirt.

‘Ah ah ah’ you tutted, and he glanced at you, looking as though he was ready to pin you down and have his way with you. You tugged on the collar, pulling his face to you.

‘Behave. You can touch me, but tonight is all about you. Think you can do that for me, ‘tachi?’ you crooned. Itachi nodded, brushing his lips against yours.

‘Yes’ he whispered, and his fingers tugged the fabric of your underwear to the side, stroking your labia and rubbing your clit gently. You let out a soft moan, licking his collarbone and leaving a purple mark on his skin.

‘Good. Do you want me to touch you, Itachi?’ you asked quietly, fingers skimming underneath the elastic of his trousers, feeling him tense up.

‘Yes’

‘Ask me nicely’ you said, tugging on the leash. He groaned.

‘Please touch me’ he breathed, and you hummed, planting a sweet, gentle kiss on his lips and inhaling sharply as his fingers found their way inside you, curling gently.

You pulled his trousers down and freed his cock from his boxers, your mouth watering at the sight of him. You swiped at the tip, and it twitched, making you smirk into his skin as you wrapped a hand around him, squeezing gently.

‘Can you take it rougher, Itachi?’

‘Yes. Squeeze harder. Please’ he added at the end, as an afterthought to get you more willing to comply. You complied, squeezing more but not too much as you twisted your hand, stroking him up and down, your fingers struggling to join between thumb and the rest.

He moaned, his eyes fluttering, his head lolling backwards as his fingers inside you curled and followed your rhythm.

‘That’s it. You’re doing so well. Being so good for me’ you crooned, stroking his hair, brushing his parted lips with your thumb, your own hips rolling into his hand as it moved according to yours. He started panting more, a small crease between his eyebrows beautifully painting his face with pleasure.

‘I’m close-‘ he breathed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, staring up at the ceiling, his fingers working wonders on you.

‘You look so beautiful, Itachi…’ you murmured, kissing him, working his cock with your hand, changing the pace ever so often to keep him on the edge.

You removed his fingers from you, wanting to concentrate on him despite of good he felt, but he was too close to his own orgasm to notice.

‘Please- I need to fuck you’ he breathed, his hips thrusting into your hand. You pushed your hand on them to keep him still.

‘I will ride your cock in a little while. Don’t be greedy’ you murmured, looking at his weeping cock and the reddened tip, your own stomach in a knot.

When his eyes scrunched up and his breaths got ragged, you stopped, tugging harshly at the leash.

‘Not yet. I want you to hold it back’ you said, and a pained, strained sound escaped his beautiful lips.

‘You are going to pay for this in kind, my love’ he grunted, though he shut up once you dipped your head to lick at the V under his navel.

‘Fuck-‘ was his first moan when you licked the tip of his cock, your tongue flattening to lick at the underside as you engulfed the head in your mouth. His fingers clutched the sheets, knuckles white as he opened his eyes, red irises staring down at you, cheeks pink as he watched you lick him leisurely.

‘You’re going to cum on my tongue, Itachi. Understood?’

He nodded almost eagerly, a hand gathering your hair behind your head, but not pushing you to do anything.

‘You are doing great, my love. Cum for me’ you said, bobbing your head on his cock, stroking what you couldn’t take in your mouth, moaning as you heard him whimper with his impending orgasm. He came down your throat, and you swallowed, licking your lips as you lifted your head to look at him, his eyes glazed, neck flushed around the collar.

‘I’m going to sit on your face now, and I want you to lick me as your cock gets hard again, so I can fuck myself on it’ you said, taking off your shirt and bra but leaving your skirt on. He nodded, welcoming you on his face with a long, wet lick that made you moan as you started to grind on him.

‘That’s it. You are so good, ‘tachi. Keep going. Show me how much you want me’ you moaned, getting lost in his touch, knowing much more was still to come.

[ghuleh-recs]

This week's recs revolve around our most favorite tall earthy guy!

also did you see he got braces? (I think it was very precious of him to do that.)

fics under the cut!

this stunning ficlet by @crimsonclergy - mountain x phantom

he definitely had a “wait- who is she?” moment about 1.3k words of phantom falling head over heels with transfem mountain no smut only crushes and pining <3

First and Fierce Affirming Sight - @forlorn-crows - copia x mountain

Once in a blue moon he’ll retreat deep into the forest beyond the abbey to give himself a break from his mortal-like form, let that great maw of elemental power unleash and drain itself into the ether. Just once in a great while, to be fully released. Other times, it sneaks up on him like a cloud of darkness, pulling him under slowly. It gives him enough time to stifle it or manage it. If there’s warning signs, there’s time to keep it at bay. But times like these, it comes in the blink of an eye—like a flash of lightning in the middle of the inky-black sky.

Watching Grass Grow - @belle--ofthebrawl - mountain (solo) aurora x swiss

"What's happening in there, today, that I need to see?" Swiss leans in close to answer in a mock-whisper, "Mountain's helping with the harvest blessing this year."

untitled ficlet - @littlemoon-beam - dew x mountain

It had been a one off comment. Dew was scrolling through his phone on Mountain's lap, head tipped back on his shoulder. He paused on a picture of a pretty redhead modeling a sheer bodysuit. "Pretty." Mountain commented under his breath, kissing the top of Dew's head. "She is." He feels the giant shift, feels him hide his face in Dews hair. "Oh...you meant the outfit?" He shrugs. "I don't know...it's just...pretty."

bend - @riconas - mountain x rain

Mountain gathers his face into his big hands, scooping him up like sand, tilting his chin to look at him better. “Nervous?” Rain huffs out a breath, a shy smile ghosting across his lips. There’s a piece of hair hanging in his face, and Mountain can tell it’s bothering him from the way he keeps shaking his head around. “Can you brush my hair out of the way, please? My hands are sticky.” or Mountain’s only ever known how to be gentle with Rain.

The Forest for the Trees - @miasmaghoul - aeon x mountain

"He's not always like that, y'know." Swiss had volunteered the words between puffs of his vape, passing it to Dew on his next exhale. They had been chilling in the common room after dinner, one that had been prepared by Mountain and Cumulus. She had held his leash the whole time. "Who? Like what?" Aeon had asked, feigning ignorance. "Mount," Dew had provided. "You seen his hard side yet?" "Mountain has a hard side?" He'd said it with genuine disbelief, it was simply too foreign an idea to fathom. Swiss had snorted, stroking Dew's shin. "Oh yeah," he'd chuckled. "You get him worked up enough and he'll prove it." -or- Aeon learns the hard way that you should never listen to Swiss.

the fiction of speed - @p1nkcanoe - aurora x mountain

every year mountain raises a different species of butterfly to liven up his greenhouse. this year, he decides to raise ulysses swallowtails, vibrant blue and black butterflies, and becomes perplexed when one of his pupae fails to emerge with the rest of the flutter. as it turns out, it wasn't just any ordinary butterfly, but a friend.

Hiding From the Light - @feralghxuls - dew x mountain

Dew was Mountain's first kiss topside, and also ever. “I’m going to kiss you,” Dew said, raising himself up on his toes and pulling Mountain down at the same time. “I don’t know what that is,” Mountain said, but whatever it was, he knew he wanted it, and he wanted it from Dew. He didn’t laugh. His thumb brushed slowly over Mountain’s cheekbone, and Dew said, “I’ll show you. Stop me if you don’t like it.” Mountain nodded, and let Dew pull him down further. Their faces were very close together, close enough that Mountain could count Dew’s eyelashes, and see the patterns in his irises, and the faint white freckles across his cheeks he’d never noticed before, and still Dew was moving closer.

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[savage-rhi]

Mending Shadows // Chapter 31

Summary:

Y/N was a simple Scavenger of Lucis, until meeting a deadly blow at the hands of an infected creature. At the crossroads of death, they are found by Niflheim’s cryptic Chancellor with his own agenda. Now bonded to Ardyn Izunia, and tossed into the world of Niflheim, Y/N struggles to cope with their new life as an Imperial Icon all the while battling their feelings toward their fate and that of Ardyn’s.

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Crouched upon the edge of a clocktower, Ardyn's eyes followed countless men and women running out from the main chambers of The House of the Courts. As he crept in the shadows--taking in the outbreak of screams and gunfire--he was able to piece together the chain of events via babble from the masses. This dangerous affair had been concocted by the anti-imperialist group who attacked a week prior. He had come to learn that the wedding only infuriated the tensions within the faction, and the leaders decided unanimously to attempt a coup against Madam Secretary and her council. 

Ardyn hadn’t seen such chaos in a long time, and found himself enthralled with what lurked beneath. He considered it somewhat of a travesty none of this was his doing. What he wouldn’t give to knock Camelia down a few pegs via terror and confusion! Alas, he humbled himself. Ardyn had many grievances with her over the years, but Camelia was useful. At the very least compliant with his and the empires overarching goals. She knew better. Ardyn couldn’t say the same for the anti-imperialists who yearned to take her place. Their anger held no bounds from what he gathered after spying about on his lonesome. 

“My, my…choices, choices,” Ardyn sang to himself and frowned. He knew this skirmish wasn’t his circus, and therefore, not his problem. However, he did the math. With how intertwined Accordo and Niflheim’s economies had become, a coup succession would hurt the empires bottom line. An unprecedented event of this making could spur Lucis to take back their lands, and inspire Tenebrae to pull a similar feat. Therefore, Ardyn knew he couldn’t stand back and risk the coups success with overthrowing Camelia. This rival faction didn’t seem the type who could be reasoned with, much less manipulated. 

“Better to keep a tight leash around an old obedient hound than deal with a younger pup who is nothing but bite.” Ardyn bitterly mused. He wanted nothing more than to flee. To be on an airship heading back home with Y/N. The sooner he could nip this fiasco in a bud, the sooner he could do just that. 

Ardyn’s thoughts were interrupted by a commotion coming from the South. He watched with piqued curiosity as a group of Imperial ambassadors fled with some of Madam Secretary's council toward the main entry point. There were two Accordian troopers frantically attempting to seal it shut so neither foe or friend could get inside for shelter. 

“Don’t close the doors! Please, don’t close the doors! Let us in!” One of the women screeched. 

“Then hurry! We can’t afford to let anymore of those bastards get inside!” A trooper screamed back. 

Not far behind, Ardyn witnessed a fleet of fifteen rebels with guns shooting recklessly toward the direction of his fellow Imperials. They were about a hundred feet away, and gaining traction on their targets. If he could get to the ambassadors, and find out where Camelia was, his mission would be halfway done. 

“No better place to start,” Ardyn purred with a dark chuckle. He stood up, concentrating his powers on movement and in a shadowy mist he disappeared and made his descent. 

Reappearing behind a large column, Ardyn turned the corner to observe his surroundings. He didn’t account for there being so many Accordo troopers and anti-imperialists fighting left and right on ground. While he could take advantage of the disarray, and rush to meet with his fellow countrymen, it was too risky of a feat to pull at this point. If he wasn’t so concerned with concealing his true self, Ardyn saw plenty of opportunity where he could’ve used the royal arms to his advantage. 

“Damn it,” Ardyn muttered. He watched the large doors close from afar as the last ambassador managed to jump inside. He began to look around for another point of entry, and zeroed in on a hole in the wall that had been created via an explosive. He made a run for it, using shadow step minimally so he couldn’t be perceived by ally and foe alike. Luckily everyone was so caught up with killing one another, that he made it without surprise. 

Ducking in, Ardyn crawled a little ways before he was on the other side. He motioned with his right hand, summoning his sword Rakshasa, and swiped at the crevice he exited from. Rubble came tumbling down, and covered the spot. Thus ensuring no one else could use the hole to their advantage. 

Gripping the hilt of the sword, Ardyn brought Rakshasa close to his face and began to murmur in an ancient tongue. The blade hummed in return as he felt its energy pulse according to instruction. In a matter of moments, Rakshasa had taken the form of a regular Imperial sword; losing its Lucian touch and signature color. 

“Apologies old friend,” Ardyn frowned. “We can’t afford to make a grand entrance here. I’m afraid you’d tell Madam Secretary far too much.”  

Although the crimson blade by no means had a conscience, there was a life force within that responded to Ardyn’s words. He could practically feel the residue of resentment coming off the weapon as he bounded for the west hall upon following the sound of gunfire. Whether it was his own projection or not didn’t matter. Sword and master would have their pound of flesh. 

The havoc within the central chamber of the House of the Courts had knotted into an onslaught of bullets meeting shield, and skin meeting daggers. Men and women bravely screamed out the names of gods and curses before plunging into a pit of bodies vying for power. Souls soon met their ancestors as gurgled screams and death rattles danced into oblivion. The Imperial soldiers who had come to rescue their representatives were losing ground, and fast. The anti-imperialists were not like Niflheim’s Lucian foes. No. These folks were a different breed, and the way they carved out man after man downright terrified everyone who remained. Across all faces, hope was losing the edge of its flame.

Suddenly--as if the gods themselves had called for a ceasefire--everyone stopped mid attack. The air became dense with a foreboding on par to the crunch before lightning would strike. An Imperial soldier and anti-imperialist who had either blade to throat stared into each others eyes. Both shared the same confusion as they communicated without words their mutual fear. This energy wasn’t a friend to anyone, and both parties found themselves fixating on the west hall as the rhythmic sound of heavy boots drew close.

All eyes fell upon Ardyn as he sauntered out from the shadows of the west hall. He carried himself with a prestigious air that was unbefitting of someone rushing to battle. In his right hand was an imperial sword, already bathed in the warmth of blood. His left hand was illuminated by a dark sphere with bright blue static pulsating within the center. The playful poise of his movement matched the aura that a higher Imperial would ooze at the climax of an extravagant event. 

“I must say that I’m quite dispirited,” Ardyn tutted. The dark sphere in his left hand became more erratic as bolts of electricity zipped between his fingertips. “To think no one invited me to participate in this riveting performance! I just love coups and conspiracies!” 

“The Chancellor?!” One of the rebels exclaimed. 

“Ah, yours truly in the flesh!” Ardyn replied with bravado as he gave a performative bow, never losing balance with weapon nor the ticking time bomb in his left hand. His smile sent shivers down both friend and enemy alike, for it was just as sinister as it was charming. “I so hate to interrupt this little quarrel, but I too would like to dance!” 

As Ardyn hissed, he unleashed the sphere upon the center of the room. Within seconds, the sphere ignited into an explosive black hole. Amidst an outburst of screams, Ardyn used an ability akin to warp strike to quickly usher his fellow Imperials out of the danger zone, and to the next room. In a blink of an eye, every Imperial was teleported and tossed. The anti-imperialists left behind met a fate worse than death. Out from the sphere, electric tendrils manifested and forcibly grabbed everyone it could. Bodies were slurped into a dark void that proceeded to batter and tear limb from limb. Wails hauntingly bounced all throughout the room as some begged the gods to make their suffering cease. It went on for ages it seemed, until a crude silence slipped through the cracks. 

The Imperial soldiers whom Ardyn rescued stared with utter shock at the door as the screams dwindled. Dread didn't hold a torch to the visuals that plagued everyone despite not seeing the conclusion play out. 

“What the hell was that?” One of the men gulped. He was quite startled when Ardyn suddenly patted his shoulder. 

“A daemonic application prototype, courtesy of our esteemed Chief Besithia! I reckon that needs to be tinkered with. I myself felt nauseous watching everything unfold." Ardyn feigned a grimace then smiled. "Nevertheless, it did its job keeping us safe! Wouldn't you agree?" 

The soldier nodded rapidly. “T-thank you for saving us!” 

“Think nothing of it! A pleasure to be of assistance to my fellow man!” Ardyn replied in a jovial fashion. He gave one last pat to the soldier, nearly knocking the man forward unintentionally and cleared his throat, earning the attention of twelve men and women who stood in awe.  

“I know you all must be exhausted, but would one of you happen to know the whereabouts of dear Madam Secretary and our fellow associates?” 

“Last we heard, Madam Secretary was barricaded in her office. The rest are hiding in the lower basements." 

That was quick… Ardyn thought as his eyes narrowed to the woman who responded. “Do you have a body count of how many anti-imperialists remain in the House of the Courts?” 

“Fiffty-two sir,” She nodded. “That’s not counting the sixty-five that were allegedly on Madam Secretary’s tail before we showed up.”

“We can work with that,” Ardyn hummed as he contemplated. 

“Sir?” 

“I’d greatly appreciate it if you distinguished braves would follow my lead from this point forward,” Ardyn smiled big as he began to dictate his commands. “I have a plan to fetch us out of this terrible ordeal!” 

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“Madam Secretary, I don’t think we can hold them back for much longer!” 

“If the doors fail, we all die! Keep trying!” Camelia bellowed. She and several Accordo and Imperial councilmen were aiding soldiers in a desperate tug of war. Everyone pressed their bodies into furniture and whatever else was heavy in front of her office doors. The high pitched taunts of the anti-imperialists from the other side was deafening. The noise crushing morale and hope. 

While Camelia hadn't the unfortunate pleasure of encountering a daemon in her long life, she imagined her adversaries awaiting her on the other side had the same bloodthirsty nature. She lost count how many times she tried to reason with them. To try and be civil, but nothing had been gained. Camelia's heart ached for her country, for she sympathized with each and every man who was gunning for her execution. The people were tired of Niflheim. Tired of being under the boots of tyrannical men while watching their government grow more subservient. Tired of playing the middle ground between Lucis and the empire. Tired of it all. 

"A hundred years of war is long enough!" many had shouted, and Camelia knew the people were right. Alas there wasn’t a damned thing she could do. Not when at the end of the day, Niflheim had enough weaponry to destroy Eos a hundred times over. How could these rebels see that their actions were futile? Even if they killed her out of retribution, and taken over the country, did they truly expect Niflheim would turn the other cheek toward their transgression? Camelia’s eyes began to water as she visualized it. Her country which she loved with all her might, being swallowed by whatever horrors that hid in the lands of the empire. She couldn’t believe it was going to end like this. 

The horde continued to strike with one blow after another. Camelia could only guess they were using a battering ram at this point given the sudden power behind the hits. The soldiers who were manning the barricade wouldn’t be able to keep up. Another six strikes and everyone in the office was fair game. Camelia began to sweat as she felt her body lurch forward from another impact. 

“Keep holding!” Camelia commanded with utter ferocity. 

As soon as the words were shouted, suddenly--like ghosts returning to the land of the dead--all became silent on the other side of the door. Not one war cry nor the mighty echo of of a gun going off could be heard. It was an eerie silence. Like one that would arrive after somebody took their last breath. Camelia’s mind was rushing fast. She didn’t know if she should’ve been terrified, relieved, or both. 

Slowly one by one, Camelia, the soldiers, councilmen, and ambassadors moved away from the barricade. Each cautiously eyed the tables, shelves, and other items they had used at the last second. Nothing moved, nor gave indication that pressure was coming from the opposing faction. 

“Madam Secretary,” One of the councilmen spoke up. “What should we do now--” 

Boom. 

An explosive barge swung the doors wide open. Pieces of wood and debris splintered off as the barricade had become a chaotic mess. Camelia threw up her arms to shield her face. There was a split second during the commotion where she had the epiphany perhaps this wasn’t the wisest choice. Gods, she envisioned how it would go down: the rebels would crawl through, and she’d meet her end by a sword to the stomach or to the throat. The rebels weren't feeling mercy's justice to put a bullet through her skull, that was certain.

A minute later, when neither came, Camelia cautiously lowered her arms. To her bewilderment, she saw Imperial soldiers running through and securing the area. To her left she watched as the wounded were tended to. To the right, the Imperial ambassadors were preparing for escort. 

“What in the six hells…?” 

“Your valiant heroes have arrived to your aid!” Ardyn exclaimed with his arms gestured out in a grandiose display of dominance. He smirked knowingly at the fact he interrupted Camelia mid thought while he stood where the doors once were. 

“Chancellor!” Camelia exclaimed. 

“At your service as always, Madam Secretary!” He lowered his arms and grimaced while side stepping out of the way of a corpse that was near his feet. “A word of caution, you may want to tip your servicemen handsomely for the clean up later. There's quite a bloodbath to be reckoned with!” 

Camelia glared. “Is this really the time to be meandering, Chancellor?” 

Ardyn looked up and smiled as he made himself at home. “My sincerest apologies! It’s not everyday people in power like ourselves are handling the strife of the common people taking up arms. By the way, you’re quite welcome for the impeccable timing on my part. Your humble adversaries were inches away from tumbling through your little fortress.” 

“You have the gratitude of everyone in this room I’m sure, Chancellor,” Camelia sighed as she began to compose herself. While the immediate danger was more or less purged, she still had her guard up around Ardyn naturally so. For all she knew, he could take advantage of this calamity for his own gains. “After the last attack it was discussed all Imperials and associates were to evacuate Altissa. How did you end up getting caught in the quarrel?” 

“As wise folk once said, plans change.” Ardyn sighed. He glanced around the chambers, making note of the damages and wounded every so often. After accounting for the necessaries he hummed before responding further. “I couldn’t very well leave my fellow countrymen behind to a gruesome fate! That wouldn’t bear well on my conscience, and I strongly felt running off would’ve soiled the relations we painstakingly built with the marriage ceremony.” 

“I’d argue your reasoning was beyond reckless,” Camelia was about to issue a counter response, but alas relented. Accusing Ardyn of only serving his best interests wouldn’t help the current situation. Especially not when he validated it himself. 

“In any case,” Camelia began. “It’s good you’re alive and well.” 

Ardyn grinned momentarily, basking at hearing Camelia confess such a beautiful lie. “And likewise to you! Would it be too much trouble to ask at this moment, how history repeated itself today?”

Camelia furrowed her brows. “Beg pardon?” 

“Allow me to rephrase, how did this all come to pass with the same group that attacked earlier this week?" 

“Well,” Camelia rubbed her head while she ruminated. She was finding it difficult to retrace her steps. Her mind still disturbed at how it all transpired so quick that not even her personal attendants could react fast enough. “I was in chamber two officiating the documents you had sent over by phone, and shortly received word there was a brawl happening in the main courtyard. Next thing I knew, my men were commanding a lockdown, and here we are."

Ardyn frowned while he tutted. The disdain on Camelia’s face from his action didn’t go unnoticed as he let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair, flicking out pieces of debris and gods knew what else he collected during battle. 

“It seems I have more cards in my hand,” Ardyn mused to himself. He gestured before Camelia could interject. “This little stunt by the anti-imperialists was a staged coup to usurp your powers and that of the councils.”

Camelia’s eyes widened as she felt her blood run cold. She knew he was telling the truth. Even if the rebels hadn't outright stated their intentions, Camelia and everyone in this room felt it. “Are you absolutely certain?" 

“I’d hold my tongue if I were not.” Ardyn admitted. 

“Where did you gather this information?” 

“I eavesdropped of course, while finding a way to reach you!” Ardyn said as if it were painfully obvious, but with a charismatic jive that lessened the blow. “Angered men surprisingly love the art of conversation. I’m sure you can validate my claim after interrogating the survivors who are left. I’d stake my life on it, Madam Secretary.” 

“That explains it then…”

“Hmm?” Ardyn studied Camelia for a time, noting how unsettled she was growing by the second. Whatever clicked into place unnerved her a great deal. Daresay she seemed reluctant to share the revelation that arrived. However, Ardyn knew she wouldn’t be so bold to deny sensitive information that could compromise both parties. Not even if she loathed him. It was a matter of when not if she would say something. 

“There was a group of people who allegedly stormed into the House of the Courts while the brawl was being tended to.” Camelia clarified. 

“A small group?” Ardyn asked. He was quite surprised at how forthcoming she was.

Camelia nodded. “I was reported a headcount between five and eleven unknown bodies before our communication systems were destroyed. They bore red emblems on their shoulders, black uniforms. I don’t think they were part of main show. That's my guess anyhow.”

“Madam Secretary, a word if you’d please!” One of the councilmen called out, garnering Camelia’s attention.

“Excuse me for one moment, Chancellor.” 

Ardyn couldn’t have been more relieved than now to see Camelia venture off, for he felt dread tip toe down his spine. Of course it had to be MedZin. Of course their presence was no mere coincidence the first time nor second, and of course he should’ve been more attentive to the threat.

Ardyn made a fist while mentally begrudging himself. By being so caught up in personal affairs, and considering the anti-imperialist fiasco more or less Camelia’s problem, he neglected to truly consider how dangerous even a small handful of these people were. As Adagium, he had to give credit where it was due: the folk who worked for MedZin were cunning like the very daemons that ran amok in his head, but as a man, his pride was beyond wounded. For a moment, Ardyn felt like he was losing his touch. 

“Chancellor,” Camelia spoke out, snapping Ardyn out of his thoughts. 

“Yes?”

“The bride from our arrangement has been transported to the hospital with her husband, our good Senator Rodrick. They were caught in the crossfire while on their way to their honeymoon.” 

“What’s their respective statuses?” 

“Critical condition for the bride, and minor injuries for the senator.” 

Ardyn briefly recalled spying in on the conversation Y/N had with the bride last night. Mixed feelings churned while the gentle exchange between the two ran through his mind. For the moment, he was at odds with himself before arriving at a decision. 

“I’ll personally see to it that their medical expenses are paid for. You have my word.”

Camelia huffed. “And I assume you wish for something in turn?” 

Ardyn shrugged. “Consider it an act of goodwill, courtesy of the empire.”

“Charity then?” 

“The bride was one of our own,” Ardyn countered. He made a face and muttered. “And to have such tragedy befall on what was supposed to be an enchanting day perhaps tugged at a heartstring.”

“Whatever your reasons, I’m sure the Senator will be most grateful.” Camelia assured. She was about to ask Ardyn how he managed to storm the House of the Courts with so few men, until an Accordo trooper beckoned interruption. 

“A pardon Madam Secretary, Chancellor Izunia--” He was near out of breath and swallowed when Camelia gestured to compose himself. “We just received a piece of vital information concerning how the anti-imperialists bypassed security. The group of men in black who were aiding them have been caught on camera exploiting the clearances.”

Camelia let out a breath, feeling her nerves quake. “They could’ve easily killed us then in one go had they proceeded further.” 

“But they didn’t,” The trooper reassured. “Sources are reporting they made retreat soon as they cracked our defenses, and let the anti-imperialists through. Apparently, we weren’t their target.”

Ardyn remained composed, however, inside he was falling apart at the seams. The word target repeated over and over until the very shell of his right ear twitched from aggravation. Like a bell going off, he realized the target had been either Y/N or himself. Before his concern for Y/N grew any further, a dull ache started to coil in his chest. It slithered like a serpent, and with each touch of its scales, burned all that lay upon its path. His right hand trembled as he brought it to his chest, all the while attempting to keep up appearances. 

“Chancellor Izunia?” 

“I’m alright,” Ardyn lied. He turned his back to Camelia and the trooper. “It must be a minor wound I sustained.” 

While he tried to soothe himself, Ardyn looked up. From afar outside the doors, he saw Loqui accompanying one of the battalion captains. He excused himself rather quick, and approached the men. Before the captain or Loqui could conduct pleasantry, Ardyn gestured for them to withhold as his eyes bore into the younger man. 

“Did you to tend to Y/N? Did you see them?”

“Yeah, I did.” Loqui nodded. He worriedly glanced over Ardyn, noticing his brow was sweating. “Chancellor, are you okay?”

“Never mind that,” Ardyn replied firmly. “Is Y/N on an airship as we speak?" 

“Y/N and Tuti went to the ports together,” Loqui began. He felt so nervous suddenly that he almost stumbled on his words. “The hotel, everything was on fire. We had been attacked. We evacuated everybody that we could to--”

“Attacked?” Ardyn interrupted. “What do you mean the hotel was attacked?” 

“This morning,” Loqui stated. “It was attacked shortly after word spread about what was happening at the House of the Courts. As soon as Tuti and I found Y/N, I had them follow the evacuation caravan to the ports.” 

“And knowing all this, you saw fit to leave them both to fate?!” Ardyn yelled. 

“They were in no danger!”  

“How would you know that, you aren’t with them?!” 

“Sir, Tummelt was summoned to join the battalion as soon as everybody had been evacuated from the lodging--”

Ardyn held up a finger to the captain. “Not another word!” 

“Yes sir, er--sorry sir!” 

Ardyn felt his patience running thin, as a deep rage that didn’t belong to himself began to manifest more as the pain increased. The scourge itself was screeching with potent fear. Y/N was in a losing battle with their body, and Ardyn felt each and every stab that came with it. He quickly brushed aside Loqui and the captain, walking fast through one of the main corridors and ignored the sudden pleads of Camelia and the others for him to remain. 

"Chancellor!" Loqui shouted as he sprinted after after him. "If I didn't think for one moment Y/N was capable of making it to the airships, I would've gladly abandoned my post and--!"

“Shut up!” Ardyn yelled as he turned his head to the side. He didn't bother to address the shocked faces left behind from his outburst. All he could focus on was this profound sense of anguish that called out to him like a siren luring a man to his fate at the bottom of the sea. He couldn't resist the melancholic sound even if he tried. Not when he knew, no--not when he felt that Y/N was slipping away. Little by little, he could feel it. Their consciousness being consumed by the miasma that highjacked their body for it's own devices; a fate worse than death. He felt the grips of a panic attack breach his defenses as he sprinted without pause. 

Y/N was becoming one with the daemonic hivemind, and he was running out of time. 

[yourimagines]

Nick x blind reader dating

Fluff

Hope you like it, I’m not an expert in this sorry

Blinded

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, angst and fluff

Nick POV

“Nick?” She asked while staring in front of her. “Yes?” I grabbed her hands as she reached out to me, she smiles and crawls over. “Tell me about your fight from last weekend.” She sat down on my lap and slowly traced with her fingers over my face. “I won.” Her face lits up. “I know but tell me how.” The carefully traced my swollen bruised right eye. “I tackled him down and won by a submission.” “You’re eye is swollen.” I was admiring her, her beauty. “So is your nose.” “Yeah, got a few good hits on my face.” Her fingers went down to my lips. “Can I kiss you?” “Of course.” She smiles and carefully leans forward. I helped her by kissing her first. She smiles against my lips. “I wish I could see you fight.” “I can bring you along, you will experience it.” “For real?” I nodded but quickly hummed as I forget she couldn’t see me. “Can’t wait for it.” ‘Well I already hate it because I can’t protect you baby.’ “Me neither.”

—— next fight——

I was nervous, nervous for her. What if something happens in the crowd, she can’t see. “Nick baby, are you in here.” ‘See that’s what I mean.’ “Yes I’m here.” She walked in with Rino her blind guide dog. “Hello Rino.” His tail waggled as he saw me. “You’re ready?” “Yes me and Rino are ready.” “Cool, let’s go than.” I carefully grabbed her arm and she smiles. ‘Everything is going to be okay’

She was sitting in my locker room, Rino sat down in front of her. She was trying to focus on the conversation around her but it was difficult for her. “Okay I’m next, can someone get her to her seat please.” She stands up. “It’s fine, I can do it myself.” She grabbed the leash from Rino. “Y/n please let someone walk with you.” She turned around were my voice was coming from. “Nick I already have that guidance.” ‘Rino.’ “I’m fine, I hear you up there.” “Okay be safe.” She laughs. “Don’t worry about me I’m safe, be safe yourself out there.” Nate laughs and opens the door for her. “Thank you, Nate make sure he’s ready to fight.” “I will.” ‘How did she know it was him?’ He closed the door and walked over to me. “I like her, she funny.” “I know.”

I was walking down to the octagon, feeling confident and ready to fight. Before I stepped into the octagon I looked at her, she was sitting with Rino, holding a drink in her hands. ‘She safe.’ I got in and blocked out everything except the fight.

Y/N POV

I was listening to the commentators about the fight. Nick was doing okay. “Okay next round for both fighter.” ‘Come on Nick.’ “Here we go again, both are looking good.” People were yelling and clapping. “Nick holds a defence against him… is he going for a submission here tonight…” ‘come on.’ I held my hands together. “Nick has him in a guillotine…” I stood up, feeling the whole arenas energy. The vibrations from people screaming, cheering… “come on!” I yelled, Rino jumped up. “He’s tapped, Nick Diaz won the fight!” I cheered on him as I saw the vague lights shining on the cage. “It’s okay Rino, he won.” I patted his head and sat back down, smiling brightly.

Nick POV

I was waiting in my locker room for her. “You sure she knows?” I asked Nate “Yes, be patient is very crowded out there.” I sighed and paced a bit around. “Hello.” Her beautiful voice brought me back to reality. “Hey baby.” I walked over and she immediately hugged me. “Congratulations.” “Thank you.” I looked at her, she was smiling, looking happy. “Did you liked it.” She nods. “Yes absolutely, it was so intense and…..” she was rattling about the whole night. ‘I love her.’ “I love you.” She stopped and smiled shyly. “I love you too.” I cupped her face and kissed her, she happily kissed me back. “Okay love birds, we are still here as well.” She giggles and pulls away from me. “Sorry Nate, I didn’t know you were here.” She walks over to him, giving him a hug. “Congratulations.” He looked confused at me. “Thanks…” “wait you don’t know, never mind.” She pulls back. “About what?” “I didn’t say anything, just…forget about this.” She walks back to me. “Misty is pregnant but I don’t think they know it yet.” She whispered at me. With that Misty walks in. “Hey guys.” She walks over to Nate, my eyes fell to her stomach. ‘It does look like she’s pregnant.’ “I know you staring at her stomach.” I quickly looked back at her. “How do you know that.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not completely blind, I see everything blurry and the lights are vague. I see figures but nothing is in detail.” “You don’t see me?” She shook her head. “No not really but I see colour differences so I know your standing close.” She closes our distance. “But I see you in my mind, it’s weird to explain but I saw the fight, I felt it like I was there in the cage.” I smiled at her. “I don’t think it’s weird at all.” I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and kissed her head. “But how do you know about them.” “Rino, he’s a multi trained dog.” I chuckled and patted Rino’s head. “Of course..” we both laughed and where waiting to go home, ready to celebrate my win.

[colorsunimaginable]

the spare // chapter fifty-three // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: 

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 3.4k warnings for this chapter: none

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Fifty-Three:

Thomus continues to press sweet kisses to my cheek, down my neck to my shoulder. My eyes are open and I look around for a certain scary someone. Just because he’s not watching us, doesn’t mean he’s not here.

As he kisses me, my fingers come up to the buttons on my dress, nervously trying to redo them. There’s too much strain on the fabric so I reach into my bra and shove each tit further into the cup. The buttons are easier now.

“Did you know Rodolphus was watching us?” I whisper. His hand had gone down to my hip and thigh as he kissed me, their grip tightening and pulling at me. His head pops up, cheek briefly pressing against my temple before he pulls back.

“Yes,” he answers, eyes scanning the room. “That was by design.”

My eyes widen. “What?” I hiss.

He looks at me, expression hardened. “Who do you think broke into our home?”

I’m not sure if I’m startled by the realization or the fact he just called the cottage our home. “How do you know?”

He breathes heavily through his nose. “It’s just a hunch.”

“You did this based on a hunch?”

“I don’t need to explain myself to you,” he growls and stands. He grabs me by the leash and tugs, so I get to my feet.

“Fine,” I shrug, straightening out my dress. “I’ll just wait until I’m on top of you again.”

Thomus gives me an irritated look, putting his lips to my ear has he shuffles past me towards the way out. “Only reason you’ll be on top of me again is to get your arse spanked.”

Considering I’d just had two orgasms, a shiver should not have just run down my spine at his words, but of course it did.

I bite my lip to barely smother my smile. “As long as it’s not in front of anyone, you can spank me all you want.”

My eyes are on his face to see his reaction, and I catch his lips curving up into a half-smile before he’s tugging me along by the leash. As is habit, I grab his arm with both hands so I can stay close to him.

Astor and Will are either busy or gone, so we don’t try to find them as we leave. Thomus is surprised and irritated that the rooms with the Floo are closed and occupied. He tells me we’ll have to Apparate at the bottom of the hill again. I’m fine with that because the air outside is borderline too cold and I’m still trying to cool off from our public fuck session.

We hardly meet anyone on our path down the hill. It’s too cold and too late for anyone else to be out here either. Once we’re past the main archways of the castle complex, I give us more room to walk by releasing the grip my hands had on his arm. One of my hands remain, though, sliding down to cover his that grips the end of the leash, because I wanna keep some kind of contact with him.

Warmth blooms in my chest when his long fingers latch and twist into mine, keeping the leash pressed between our palms.

Wow… we’re… we’re holding hands.

Okay, I know my reaction is silly and unjustified, but I’ve never had my hand held. His hand is so warm and his grip so strong and my heart is fluttering like I’m about to fucking swoon.

And Thomus? He’s cool, he’s calm, he’s fine. He’s just strolling casually through the woods like it’s his fucking day off.

It probably doesn’t mean anything to him. I’d only just gotten him to verbally admit he’s attracted to me. Yeah, his body has always implied that he was, and he’d talked about it that one time, but this is different, right? This is a whole separate category. He either ignored or missed my question of whether… well, why he hates me.

We’re walking close enough that he feels when I shiver, the cold finally getting to me. He pauses to pull out his wand, summoning his cloak. Reluctantly I let go of his hand as he turns me towards him so he can wrap the cloak over my shoulders and fasten the clip at my throat. He pulls at the collar of it, keeping me close as his head dips to kiss me. My lips immediately part to greet his and I don’t care if I seem too eager for it. I could kiss him forever.

He's slow to pull away, turning back to the path before us. If I had any qualms that he’d hold my hand again, he vanishes them when his hand swallows mine. The end of the leash noticeably absent.

We walk on, and because I think we’re far enough away from any prying ears, I speak to break the silence.

“So… “ I start, my tone light. “Azkaban, huh?” He hums in acknowledgment, keeping his eyes on the path ahead. I peek up at him. “Is that really true?”

He nods, but he’s solemn. “It is.”

“Were you… a prisoner there?”

“No, I was just visiting.” I can tell he hesitates and debates his next sentence, but I’m pleased when he continues. “I’m sure you can imagine whom.”

“Bellatrix?”

“Yes.”

“Doesn’t sound like it’s a fond memory,” I reply.

He shrugs. “I felt differently at the time.”

“Sounds like it.” I quickly try to think of something else to talk about. “Do you miss working at The Daily Prophet?”

“Sometimes,” he answers, his tone thoughtful, thankfully not as somber as before. “My brief time at La Penna de Venezia reminded me I certainly didn’t miss the stress that came with it.”

“Yeah, but weren’t you basically in charge there? I didn’t think you ran things at The Daily Prophet.”

“I was on track to if I hadn’t left,” he says. “Once Godfrey retired, I’d have been his pick for Editor-in-Chief.” He chuckles dryly. “Certainly worked hard enough.”

I raise an eyebrow. “And now you’ve traded one stress for another – from journalist to Death Eater. Must have been a rough adjustment for a career change.”

He shakes his head. “Couldn’t have been easier. It doesn’t take a brain to follow orders.”

“Implying you don’t have one because you joined the gang?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he grumbles.

I shrug. “Maybe not. I wasn’t there.”

“No, you weren’t – and it’s not a gang.”

“Well, did you have to do a task to get initiated?”

“Initiated? N –“

“And don’t you have a tattoo that shows you’ve been initiated?”

He’s angry now, his footsteps sounding a little more like stomps. I panic a little because I’ve just disrupted the slight miniscule peace we’ve had. I shouldn’t have pushed.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. In fact, I don’t really want to talk at all,” he snaps. His fingers untangle from mine to pull his hand away, but I tighten my grip.

“I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “It’s a sensitive topic. I’m sorry.”

 Thomus’ pace slows, and his fingers caress the back of my hand once again.

“I can’t change the past,” he says definitively. “And I wouldn’t want to. I don’t spend my life wondering how things would be different. I know you ask these questions to meddle and sew doubt into the ideologies of my upbringing, but I am who I am. I am how I was raised. Invasive questions aren’t going to change anything.”

I suppose I should’ve predicted he’d get defensive. My chest is tight and it’s hard to breathe, to even open my mouth to reply. I don’t even have a good response because he’s right. That’s exactly what I’ve been doing with all of my questions and he’s seen right through that. It’s not like he’s an idiot.

Unlike me. Who’d maybe had a smidgen of hope that asking the right questions would lead to some kind of change in him. That maybe his… interest in me might’ve meant there’d already been some kind of change. That there might be in the future with the right amount of persistence.

This just proves that I’ve been a fool once again. Yeah, he’s holding my hand, and yeah, he kisses me and I might’ve made him go feral with lust tonight, but none of that means anything. I shouldn’t try to convince myself otherwise just because it makes me feel good inside. These things don’t make me important or special to him, even if I wish it did.

My chest continues to ache as we walk. I’m silent because I don’t want to say anything else that would be a mistake. I’m reeling with embarrassment. My tight grip on his hand eventually loosens to the point his grip is the only thing keeping them together. My steps are sluggish, too, until he’s just pulling me along.

The lamp post in the vacant square is a welcome beacon in the darkness. It means we’ll be home soon and I can retreat to my room, wallowing under several layers of blankets.

His grip on my hand tightens and we step into the Apparition. The familiar terrible pressure is brief, lightening as we reach our destination.

But we don’t.

Instead we bounce off of something like a ball against the ground and we launch back into Apparition. Panic doesn’t even have time to register before we land, our bodies flown away from each other, my hand ripped from his. The pressure is gone and I’m on rocky ground, splayed out on my back.

I open my eyes, but it’s too dark to see anything, so I close them again. My body aches from the harsh landing, but I think I’m okay. I groan as I roll to my side to push myself up.

“Melisa!?” Thomus’ panicked voice comes from the darkness.

“I’m here.”

I squint against the sudden light coming from the end of his wand. He’s landed a few feet away, but he’s already rolling to his feet. “Are you alright?”

“A little dizzy, but yeah.”

He comes over to me, shining his light down my body, assessing the damage for himself. With my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I see we’ve landed on a gravel road and I’m nestled in one of the two divots for tires. It looks like we’re in woods similar to what the cottage is surrounded by.

“Where are we?” I ask as he grips my arm and helps me to my feet.

“I’m not sure,” he says slowly. Thomus turns with the light, searching the area. A few yards down the lane, there’s an intersection. He walks closer to it, examining the signage posted on the corner. I follow a few steps behind him to read the sign too. Elmwood Cottage.

Thomus sighs and turns towards the opposite direction, which I assume is actually towards Elmwood Cottage.

“Is that what our place is called?” I ask.

“When the Muggle lived there, yes,” he replies, setting a brisk pace. “Now it’s Malfoy Cottage.”

“Is it a long walk?”

“No – maybe ten minutes.” He holds his free hand out to me. “Stay close. I don’t know what rejected the Apparition like that.”

I take his offered hand. “The Anti-Apparition Jinx on the property?”

“Not just beyond the fence, where we always Apparate from.”

“Maybe the new defense spell you added today enhances its effects?”

“Maybe,” he says after a moment. “We’re lucky we didn’t get splinched.”

“I know.”

Soon the lane curves and leads to where I know the green Golf is still parked, but we don’t go that way. We step off the road, following a walking path marked with familiar stones. I’ve been watching my step in the darkness, not wanting to fall, but I briefly glance up at Thomus and wonder how long I’ve been able to see his breath puffing out in the light. It feels so much colder here.

I grip his hand tighter and keep my eyes on him, a sudden worry that I’ll never be able to again. This can’t last forever. Someday he’s going to get rid of me once his new found fascination fades and I can’t do anything to stop it. My thoughts continue to swim with dismay when the stone wall finally appears out of the darkness. We can’t see the cottage, but it’s definitely there.

Mere feet from it, there’s a swooshing sound, and if it hadn’t been so quiet, I wouldn’t have heard it. I look up just in time to see a Dementor barreling towards us. I manage to yank Thomus back just as a long scabby hand swipes where his head had been. Thomus shoves me behind him and frantically looks around. Two more Dementors are circling, coming up behind us.

My first instinct is to cast my Patronus, but if I do, Thomus will know I have my magic. He just gave me the suppression potion, so he’ll know it’s starting to wear off sooner. I expect Thomus to cast his, but instead he turns us around, back us up towards the fence.

“Protego!” he shouts before turning and casting the spell to open the new protection barrier. He backs us up to the wooden gate, his hand slipping up to my forearm to touch the tattoo.

My hand fumbles behind me, trying undo the latch to push the gate open. By the time I do, another Dementor swoops in, sucking and pulling so hard it makes me dizzy. With his wand clenched in his fist on my shoulder and the other over the tattoo, Thomus forcefully shoves me backwards and I fall on my ass inside the barrier. The barrier releases me of the Dementor’s kiss.

Thomus falls the other way and catches himself on his hands. He crawls away from the Dementor that has slithered its way between us, hovering a few feet above the ground. It’s hunched over him, the distance between their faces closing as the creature attacks. His face blurs and warps as the kiss begins.

“Thomus!” I yell and his body jerks as he falls onto his back from the kiss. He raises his wand at the Dementor and a defensive spell blasts it away from him. It glides and bounces off the barrier of the property, spinning into the night sky.

The other two are close, blindly feeling along the barrier, looking for a way in. One gets a mere foot from the entrance before Thomus closes it – with him on the other side. The wrong side.

“What’re you doing?” I hiss as we both get to our feet. “Just use the Patronus – behind you!”

The first Dementor rushes out of the darkness at him, and Thomus turns just in time to send it flying back again. The purple light from the spell follows the creature as it bounces off the ground beyond the trees.

Thomus whirls around. “Wingardium Leviosa!”

Caught in the spell, the Dementor barrels toward the ground repeatedly before Thomus launches it at the other one creeping up behind him. They both go flying, violently bouncing off the barrier.

“They’re not going to stop!” I shriek. “Why aren’t you using the Patronus charm?”

“I can’t, don’t you understand?!” he bellows as he backs away. “Get in the house! I don’t know if the wards will work indefinitely.”

I can’t even think of a sufficient response before all three Dementors reappear, circling in on him. With one last look at me, he turns and sprints for the woods. But he doesn’t even get there because a fourth fucking Dementor shoots out of the darkness. He tries to duck, but he trips on something and the Dementor’s kiss lands. Thomus stumbles, giving opportunity for two of the others to take their share of him. The last turns its attentions back towards me, ominously floating near the wall.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

This is the doxy bite all over again. I either get to watch him die right before my eyes or reveal that I have my magic. Either way I’m royally fucked.

But I refuse to hesitate again.

“Aperio Saltus!” I call and the cloudy iridescent shimmer opens at the gate.

The waiting Dementor sees its opportunity but doesn’t get very far before I release my Patronus. A massive hulking black bear barrels through the barrier opening, practically mowing down the Dementor. It’s misty blue glow trails and swirls around it as it darts across the air towards Thomus.

If the situation weren’t so serious I’d find the sight of my Patronus knocking into the Dementors as if they were bowling pins hilarious. They scatter in all directions, fleeing the scene of the crime.

Finally I can catch my breath knowing that Thomus is safe, my Patronus circling him where he lies. I wait a moment or two to see if he’ll stir, but when he doesn’t, I levitate him off the ground and slowly let him glide back through the barrier opening. His arms hang limp at his sides and I notice he doesn’t have his wand.

“Accio!” I say and the wand snaps into my hand.

I wait for my Patronus to shove themselves back through the barrier opening before closing it. I’m not ready to release the spell quite yet, so I post the bear in the front yard while I bring Thomus inside.

Since I have his wand, I use it. Flicking on lamps, setting the fireplace alight, and lowering him onto the couch. Once he’s settled, I rush into the kitchen in search of chocolate. All I have are semi-sweet baking chips, so I pour some into a small bowl and bring them to the living room.

He’s already stirring, his blue eyes fluttering open. I kneel beside him, brushing the back of my hand across his temple dampened with cold sweat.

“Hey,” I murmur.

Thomus swallows, the sound audible and dry. “You have your magic.”

“Not beating around the bush, huh?” I tease. He frowns and tries to sit up, but I put a hand on his shoulder and push him back down. “Just chill out, okay? Have some chocolate.”

He grunts, but takes a couple chocolate chips from the bowl I offer. “How long have you had it?”

“The chocolate? I just opened the bag,” I say. “Come on, dig in.”

“You know very well I meant your magic,” he grumbles, but does as I say and drops a few into his mouth.

“I feel like the more important question is why the fuck did we just get attacked by Dementors?”

Thomus sighs and tries adjusting again and this time I let him. He props himself up on the armrest with a throw pillow behind his back. “I… wish I knew.”

I scoff and raise my eyebrows. “Really? No ideas?”

He takes the bowl of chocolate chips and places it on his stomach. He takes a couple more and drops them into his mouth, speaking between chews. “I’ll be honest with you, if you’ll be honest with me.”

I put his wand on the floor by my knees and lean crossed arms on the seat cushions. “Shoot.”

His eyes are on me as he speaks, burning holes into my skin if they could. “How long after you took the potion did you get your magic back?”

“Couple days,” I shrug, then raise my chin. “Who sent the attack?”

“Could’ve been Rodolphus,” he answers quietly.

“Not Bellatrix?”

He shakes his head. “Not her style.”

“But it’s his?” I ask. “We just saw him tonight. Why would he even bother sending an attack? If he wanted to hurt you he had plenty of opportunity.”

“It’s more than that I think,” he says. His expression says there’s more he’s not telling me. His eyes are downcast, withdrawn.

Then his eyebrows pinch together and he lifts his torso, digging for something underneath him. When he pulls out the undies I’d casted aside earlier tonight my eyes widen and my face heats. His gaze shifts to me and the corner of his mouth tilts up.

“You know what works better than chocolate?” he asks as his fingers toy with the grey cotton fabric. I don’t answer and just give him a wary look.

He drops the fabric, one hand grabbing the leash where it meets the collar and the other threads through my hair as he pulls me towards him. My eyes close as his lips meet mine.

Yeah, so much better than chocolate.

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