#hes also tied to a rack to stay standing

[n4rval]

you guys will not fucking believe this

[deaf-solitude]

can i request platonic frenchie&reader where they run scams or heists together? reader can be g/n!

(A/N: Of course! :D So sorry for the delay, I’ve been dealing with a lot these past months and trying to get out of writer's block. I may have gotten… a little off topic and carried away but I meannnn… I had a vision and I ran with it. I hope it didn't come off as romantic due to some dance scenes. Hope you enjoy! <3 (also season 2 RAHHHHHH!!! I’m staying up to date with the episodes as soon as they come out, so feel free to submit requests for season 2 stuff as well!) also this starts in third person, but is written in 2nd person afterwards!)

Pairing: Platonic Frenchie x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: None (aside from rich people ugh). Very fluffy :]

Summary: You and Frenchie snuck into a fancy party to rob some rich people, as one does. The night was going so very smoothly, and you both racked up quite the haul for the night. A bit of trouble arose as you were trying to leave, but there's nothing you can't... dance your way out of?

“Hey, get back here!” A voice shouted from somewhere in the crowded ballroom, but it was only met with giggles and hushed exclamations as two figures rushed away from the fancy Englishman. A few other posh citizens were shoved to the side as they ran, causing them to let out offended gasps and surprised shouts, but that didn’t deter the pair from making their getaway.

“Go, go, go!” One of the two encouraged, pushing the man in front of them around a corner to get away from any pursuers they may have picked up. The two yelped as they turned the corner, coming face to face with a taller, burlier man. He… did not look pleased. The thief behind their male counterpart suddenly launched forward, grabbing his hand and dragging him down another hallway. He stumbled slightly from the abrupt movement, but quickly regained his footing and kept pace with them.

They could hear the larger man giving chase behind them, spurring them to run faster. Through many narrow hallways and past many closed doors (which they didn’t dare test to see if any of them were locked or not), the two finally saw a break as they turned a corner: an ajar door. They charged through the doorway and nearly crashed into the wall opposing it, but scrambled to quietly shut the door behind them anyway. The space was small, almost too small for the both of them, and they were forced to painfully squish together.

They covered each other’s mouths with their hands as they heard the hurried footsteps of their pursuer, lying in wait as they approached and then passed their hiding place. They could hear each other's racing heartbeats in their ears from the close proximity, waiting at least a minute more before even considering moving. Slowly, they exchanged wide-eyed glances before breaking down into quiet laughter.

“Up top!” You exclaimed through laboured breaths, struggling to free your arm before holding one of your hands up toward Frenchie. He grinned and enthusiastically gave you a high five, doing a little fist pump right after. You giggled quietly at his action, covering your mouth with your hand. 

“You got the goods?” Frenchie questioned eagerly, to which you procured a decent sized pouch from behind your back, its contents jingling around as it moved. 

“I sure do,” you responded with a mischievous grin, shaking the pouch slightly before tucking it back behind your back, straightening up a bit–or, as much as you could in the small space. “Now let’s get the fuck outta here, yeah?” You proposed, gesturing the best you could to the small closet the two of you were still standing in.

Frenchie nodded, “right, right.” He leaned forwards to slowly open the closet door, carefully peeking his head out to scan the hallway. Empty. He withdrew his head and gave you a thumbs up, indicating the coast was clear, before shoving his hands in the small, intricate satchel tied around his waist, trying to look for something. He fished out two masquerade-esque masks with a flourish a few moments later, the masks similar to the ones some of the other guests were wearing, but a little more crude due to the materials Frenchie had on hand when making them. “Our disguises,” he announced, handing the one over to you that matched your outfit’s theme and colours.

“Oooo, very nice,” you complimented, taking the mask offered to you gently. It covered a little more of your face than a normal mask would, and yours had some beautiful feathers fanning out from one side, no doubt stolen from that rich man’s ship that Blackbeard’s crew had raided earlier. “You sure these masks will be enough to stop people from recognizing us? Or rather, the blokes that were chasing us earlier?” You questioned as you fastened the mask to your face, adjusting the string holding it in place so it wouldn’t slip.

“Oh yeah, a hundred percent. We’ll be out of here in no time.” Frenchie reassured, waving a dismissing hand at you as he fumbled to put his own mask on. You nodded at Frenchie’s words, choosing to believe him rather than fret over the fact that the masks would definitely not conceal your identities well enough, but you supposed you would cross that bridge when you got to it.

Within a few more moments, you were both ready to go, checking that the hallway was clear once more before exiting the cramped closet. You made quick work of navigating the halls the two of you had just been running down, making your way back to the main area. There was only one problem that stood between you and your escape: you had to make your way back through the crowded ballroom, where you had both stolen several valuables from several different people. You found yourself standing in front of that very room before long, pausing in one of the extravagant arches that led into it. It was still as packed as ever, and the band set up in the corner of the room were still playing their baroque music.

“Ugh, this is going to be terrible,” Frenchie groaned, already shivering in discomfort from the thought of having to get through this room in a non suspicious manner, which most likely called for some interaction with these upper class snobs. You also found yourself shuffling your feet anxiously, your mind already jumping to find other solutions. 

“Uh, maybe there’s a way around…?” You had begun to move away from the busy room when suddenly you were taken by the arm and pulled in another direction. Your head snapped to the side to see a posh Englishwoman had hooked her arm with yours, a tight smile on her face. “Oh, darling, I love the embroidery on your outfit! Wherever did you get it?” She gawked, eyeing you –an unsuspected thief– up and down.

You were quick to put up a bashful facade, giving the woman a coy smile in return, but you couldn’t shake the nervous twinge in your body language. “Ah, this old thing?” You waved a hand at her, straightening up a bit, “I’m afraid it’s handmade by a friend of mine, a gift to me. They don’t take clients, unfortunately.” Of course, you were lying through your teeth: this ‘friend’ of yours was actually that wealthy man that had been robbed earlier that day, who had an odd amount of fancy outfits aboard his ship. He was dead now, courtesy of Izzy. You supposed the outfit counted as a gift, along with the feathers adorning your mask.

“Oh, please, you must put in a good word for me! Their work is simply exquisite!” The woman pleaded, holding both of your arms now. You chuckled nervously, trying to wrench yourself from the woman’s uncomfortably tight hold.

“Of course, of course! I’ll be, uh, sure to do that!” You responded hastily, your gaze flicking to the side to meet Frenchie’s, but instead found that he was missing from where you were just standing next to him. Your eyes widened in panic, beginning to search the rest of the room for your companion. Luckily, it didn’t take long for you to catch a glimpse of him again, the poor man also being dragged away and crowded around by some posh couple. 

Shit, you cursed inwardly, excusing yourself from the Englishwoman as you began to make your way over to Frenchie again. You nearly groaned as yet another person intercepted your path, talking your ear off about some party gossip you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to at the moment, only responding in hums and nods as you kept your eye on Frenchie. Eventually, he turned and met your gaze with a distraught expression, a frown tugging at his lips.

At that moment, a new song started up, and all of the partygoers suddenly perked up and started to cheer, seemingly getting into… pairs? Oh. OH. Your heart dropped into your stomach, realizing that people were starting to dance. Unfortunately for you, it seemed as though the crowd was pulling in any dance partner they could find, which included onlookers. You looked back to Frenchie with a panicked look–you were never confident in your ability to dance. He gave you an empathetic look, shrugging before being pulled away by a tipsy woman who was far too giggly for his liking.

“Out of all the fucking times,” You grumbled to yourself, your fists clenching at your sides in annoyance and slight nervousness. A tap on your shoulder had you whirling around, your posture stiff as you stared at the masked woman who had wanted your attention.

“Oh hun, you seem awfully lonely. It’d be a shame if you missed out on all the fun,” she purred, holding out a hand. You hesitated, trying to ease the tension in your voice and body by clearing your throat as you scratched the back of your neck.

“Oh, I don’t know… I’m not the best dancer,” you explained, but your hand was grabbed by the woman anyway. You were startled at first, every muscle in your body screaming to pull away from the unfamiliar woman, but fuck it, causing a scene was the last thing you needed right now.

“That’s quite alright, just follow my lead,” the woman responded quietly, unnaturally kind for someone of her stature. You nodded without a word, letting the woman take the lead in a more relaxed step pattern. It was easier to get into the flow than you thought, and after a bit of stumbling, you were following the woman’s movements effortlessly. She smiled up at you, pulling you a bit closer. “See? You’re a natural.”

You barked a laugh and dare you say, although the woman’s proximity was a bit worrisome, you found yourself having a bit of fun. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually enjoyed dancing without making yourself look like a fool. “I wouldn’t say a natural,” you responded casually, your gaze wandering to inspect the rest of the ballroom, looking for a way out despite the fun of it. That’s when you spotted your counterpart a few feet away, trying his damndest to keep up with an overly eager damsel. You suppressed a laugh, lest you make your own dance partner suspicious, and took the lead to slowly make your way over to him.

“Fancy seeing you here,” You smirked as you passed Frenchie on the dance floor, bumping your hip into his as you spun your dance partner away from yourself for a moment. Frenchie, taken off guard for a second, chuckled at the action and was grinning at your unusual confidence, but was pulled away by his own dance partner before he could get a word in. The interaction left a giddy smile on your face, even as your dance partner came spinning back into your arms.

After another minute or so, the song picked up the pace and suddenly everyone was switching dance partners. Despite her friendly attitude, you still couldn’t help slipping off the gold rings around the woman’s fingers as the two of you parted, discreetly pocketing them with a smug smile. You half-bowed to her as you scurried off, hoping she wouldn’t notice the small accessories missing anytime soon.

You tried picking out Frenchie in the crowd as everyone mingled again, but were unable to before a man approached you with unmistakable, arrogant confidence. “Why, hello there,” he greeted, his voice nasally and annoying as he grabbed your arm and pulled you much too close to him, “may I have this dance with you?”

You exhaled sharply through your nose, trying your best to keep your smile from slipping as you eyed the exit, still having half the room to traverse. You turn your attention back to the man in front of you, eying him up and down with a feigned look of coyness. “I suppose,” you trailed off, fighting hard to bite back any snarky remarks or pointed looks. As he took your hand and started to lead you in dance, however, you couldn’t stop yourself from stepping on his shiny shoes a few times… accidentally, of course.

You found yourself smiling, not because of the dancing, but from the pure enjoyment of toying with the man in front of you as he tried to remain polite, despite his lips twitching in annoyance. Another step on his foot nearly had him pushing you away from him, and you tried hard not to laugh. It came out as a stifled inhale, easily mistaken for a gasp. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight,” you pouted up at the man, rolling your head to the side to rest it on your shoulder.

The man sighed heavily, but still managed to give you a strained smile as he pulled you close again. “Ah, it seems dancing just isn’t your forte,” he rudely commented, his hand trailing up to your face and towards your mask, “maybe we should just cut to the chase, hm? See that pretty face of yours?” 

Your facade broke instantly, reflexes almost lightning-quick as you seized the man’s wrist in your hand, your breathing suddenly uneven with anger and surprise. You glared up at him as your lip pulled back into a scowl, but before you had the chance to spit any insults at him, everyone was changing partners again.

You swiped the jeweled bangle from his wrist in all the commotion before eagerly shoving the man away, who stumbled from the force. He was taken aback to see you flipping him off as you backed away from him, giving him a disgusted look. He didn’t have any time to take action against your sudden impertinence as another woman swooped in and begged for him to dance with her, but you still refused to turn your back on him as you continued walking backwards.

That is, until you inevitably backed into someone. 

You whipped around, agitated and ready to snap at whoever had gotten in your way, but your expression and posture immediately softened when you saw who it was. “Hey! Thought I lost you for good for a second there!” Frenchie exclaimed, smiling brightly at you. It was contagious, really, and you found yourself smiling along with him.

“Yeah, it’s easy to get caught up with the crowd in here,” you chuckled, tension leaving your body with every second spent being in Frenchie’s presence. You don’t know what you would’ve done if you had to spend one more second mingling with these upper class gits.

“Tell me about it! I never knew these snobs could be so energetic,” he admitted with a sigh, and now you could see the exhaustion that had begun to slow his movements down. You hummed in response, your eyes flicking to the side as you caught an Englishwoman approaching the two of you in your peripheral vision. You were quick to grab Frenchie’s hands in response, pulling him in the opposite direction and easily transitioning into a slower dance in order to prevent the two of you from getting dragged apart again. He let out a small yelp of surprise from the action, but didn’t pull away or protest as you guided him away from any prying hands. 

You were both silent for a moment while you focused on getting into the rhythm, but before long, you had looked up and made eye contact with him, causing the two of you to burst out into stifled laughter; laughter from the absolute insanity of your situation. “You’re not a bad dancer, if I do say so myself,” Frenchie grinned, promptly stepping on your foot and immediately gasping out an apology as he did. You winced a bit, but laughed it off when you caught sight of his guilty expression, his lip pouted as it usually was.

“Thank you! It doesn’t seem you’ve gotten the hang of it though, eh?” You joked, continuing to lead him in the half-ballroom style the majority of the partygoers had adopted. It was so easy with Frenchie, despite his slightly messy footwork: easier than it had been with the first woman you danced with.

“Oh, fuck off, will you?” Frenchie retorted, smacking your arm lightly. A warm laugh bubbled up from your chest again, and you were unable to fight the bright smile that stretched across your face. You debated spinning Frenchie away from you for his little comment, but when you went to see if there was room behind him for the maneuver, you paused very suddenly and caused Frenchie to stumble.

“Wh-? What’d you do that for?” He whined, following your gaze as he looked over his shoulder. You were both suddenly frozen in place, realizing you had made it to the other side of the room with your antics. The two of you stared in disbelief for a moment, trying to figure out how you had even ended up here–if you even wanted to leave–before a loud shout resounded behind you: “There they are! Get them!” 

Dread filled both of you, slowly turning around to see the two men that were chasing you earlier, and then slowly turning to look at each other. The moment you made eye contact, you bolted forwards and out of the ballroom with the two men in tow again.

Through the marbled front foyer and out the grand double doors, you two left the beach-side building sprinting, laughing and shouting as the men tried to give chase behind you. You both stumbled onto the beach, Frenchie momentarily losing his footing in the soft sand before you pulled him back up to his feet and continued running. The cool ocean breeze was like heaven on your skin, cooling you down from the stuffy interior of that stupid ballroom.

When you reached the rocky shoreline, Frenchie almost leapt into the rowboat hidden behind a larger formation of rocks, despite the men having stopped chasing as you ran onto the beach. You were both still giggling at the whole interaction, not even noticing that the bottom of your outfit was getting wet as you clumsily pushed the rowboat out and hopped in yourself.

You both lay in the small dinghy for a moment, exhausted but entertained, as you attempted to catch your breath. “Fuckin’ mental,” you mumbled, leaning your head back and over the side of the rowboat. Frenchie hummed quietly in response, and when you sat up to look at him, he looked like he was on the verge of passing out; his eyes were firmly shut and his limbs splayed out across some of the benches, but his lips were still slanted upwards in a small, soft smile.

You shook your head with a light chuckle, taking off your mask and fully sitting up, adjusting your position so you could start paddling back to the Revenge, which was anchored a little ways off the coast. It was late now: the sun had begun to dip below the horizon line and painted everything in a brilliant orange light. Backdropped against the fading sun, the Revenge looked even more magnificent than usual.

Frenchie called your name quietly, and your eyes moved back to him to see that he had straightened up a bit and his mask had been removed as well. “Pass the bag here, yeah?” He mumbled, his movements sluggish as he extended a hand out with a grabbing motion. You snickered and stopped rowing for a moment, reaching your hand behind your back to untie the bag from your belt. In a few moments, the small bag was in Frenchie’s hands, and he was eagerly digging through it like a kid on Christmas.

He went through the pouch of assorted jewelry, pulling out a few different accessories to examine before dumping them back in. There was a surplus of pearl necklaces, of which he promptly ignored. Finally, he caught a glimpse of a bejeweled necklace and pulled it from the bag, studying it carefully in his hands. The gems that adorned the necklace were bright and beautifully cut, reflecting the orange light of the sunset in every which way.

It wasn’t long before he lifted the necklace up to his neck and made some smug expression, turning his nose up in an exaggerated manner. “Why, I can’t believe you’d disrespect me so!” Frenchie croaked, his voice a bit hoarse as he strained to talk in an octave above his usual tone. “Do you not know who I am? I am Zippery Von Sweets the sixth! I-”

You had already been fighting laughter for the entirety of his impression, but as soon as he had uttered that ridiculous name, you cut the rest of his impression off and started cackling. Watching you doubling over, Frenchie joined in soon thereafter and threw his head back as you both laughed, the action rocking the boat slightly.

To say tonight was a success would be an understatement.

End. <3

[karniss-bg3]

Where do you think Kar’niss got his sword? It’s a very nice sword. Not just some off the rack gear. And named as well—-

*drags palms over face* This effin’ SWOOOORD! It has haunted my nightmares since Kar’niss’ corpse first dumped it into my Tav’s lap. I’ve dug and dug and dug and I’m left with more questions than answers. Knowing my luck there is some obscure text or throwaway dialogue somewhere I’ve missed that might lend me a better clue. Damn you Baldur’s Gate 3, you’re too bloody big.

So, I began to write out this big blob of text going into the history of drow weaponry, hues of metals, in-game model comparisons, the stats on the damn thing, and so forth. I was out here looking like this guy for two hours.

Truth is, it’s really difficult to pinpoint the source of Kar’niss’ weapon. Not because there aren’t clues, but because Larian reuses longsword models so much that looking at the weapon alone isn’t solid enough. I almost came to the conclusion that it was an original drowcraft sword pre-1370’s DR until I discovered another sword model that was identical and not tied to drow at all. That and if it was truly a drowcraft weapon forged via faerzress methods then Larian would’ve changed the rules on how they worked. Which makes sense. It’s a fun bit of lore, but it would be a pain in the ass for a game mechanic. Who wants their badass weapons destroyed or losing all magical abilities when you leave the Underdark?

“ME ME ME,” said no one.

The only thing I can say for certain is that it is a drow forged weapon because it carries a buff that only activates if a drow elf is wielding it. It also seems to be perfect for a drider since it also has ensnaring strands, an attack that does 1d10 slashing damage and possibly enwebs the target. This works in conjunction with the added 1d4 poison damage to restrained targets. The swords description may hold the best clue of its origin:

“The trauma of becoming a drider is quickly set aside with a cold arachnid dispassion. This sword follows that disturbing trend - a replenishing poison gland is built within, deployed only against trapped opponents.”

This description and the name, Cruel Sting, lead me to believe the weapon...was a gift.

Imagine Kar’niss fresh from his transformation. He’s dazed, in pain, lost and alone. He’s been exiled from the only home he’s ever known and has lost favor with the Goddess he’s worshiped from birth. His future is uncertain and how long he has left to live is even less so. His mind is shattered, the incoherent thoughts his only remaining company. He hears frantic footsteps approaching from behind him and his already broken heart shrivels more. His kin have come to finish the job, to put him down, so enraged by the offense he caused Lolth. Weak and struggling to keep himself upright he turns to make a last stand, to show strength in his final moments, to die with some level of honor.

His resolve melts into confusion when he sees who is sprinting toward him. The individual would be unknown to us, but well known to him. A childhood friend? A lover? A confidant? Or perhaps someone he fought alongside faithfully for many years. Regardless of whom has arrived a strong bond is present between them. They approach and peer at what Kar’niss has become. Their face twists, a brief flash of sorrow betraying their features. Yet they cannot let it remain, nor are they able to stay with him for too long. Instead, they unsheathe a sword they brought with them, hurriedly holding it up to Kar’niss. Naturally he flinches at first, expecting the blade to pierce his flesh. The strike never comes, rather the new comer pushes it toward him with urgency, expecting him to take it.

Hesitantly Kar’niss complies, taking the hilt in hand and admiring the beautiful drow craftsmanship. He frowns, his eyes lingering on the one who brought it to him, too stunned to speak.

“It will protect you, Kar’niss,” they said in a hushed tone. “...Goodbye, and good luck.”

Kar’niss could do no more than stand there as their former companion darted off quick as a shot, not willing to run further risk of being seen with the newly transformed abomination. He clutched the sword close to him, the last connection he had to the life he lived before. It would forever act as a reminder of everything he has lost, the cruelest sting of them all.

[writeroutoftime]

hey! can I request sam winchester x demon!reader where their love is forbidden, but he just can stay away from her and realizes he's fallen and hard for her 🥺

pairing: sam winchester x demon/morally gray!reader

warnings: mentions of torture/going to hell, you are a morally gray individual (read: demon)

words: 1.3k

a/n: okay I am in love with this request, and this is what came out. there WILL be a part 2 where it actually gets more into the relationship between you and sam, but I wanted to set up the backstory to start off. please let me know what you think, and I really hope you enjoy! (also, I am SO sorry it's taken me so long to post this story)

oOoOo

Our story starts, as so many do, with once upon a time. Though, as a warning, there is no princess in this story who gets rescued by a knight in shining armor from the evil dragon that locked her away in the highest tower. There is no happily ever after as the two ride off together into the sunset.

No, this story starts with you - just a normal girl who took a wrong turn and fell in love with the wrong man. What felt like love at first sight to you was lust at first sight for him. But despite the warnings and the whispers around town, you ignored the naysayers and dedicated your life to this one man.

So much so that you would have done anything to keep him from harm's way. (Though the same could not be said about his loyalties.) And when danger came knocking on your door in the middle of the night, looking to collect their dues, you knew you had to step in.

It took endless nights of searching, but you finally found an answer that would solve all your problems. When you told him what you found, he didn't plead for you to keep yourself safe, instead he scoffed in your face and went out to lose himself in the drink - again.

More determined than ever, you found your crossroads and nearly screamed when you saw the flash of red eyes standing before you.

"Well, well. What is a pretty thing like you doing out here? It seems you may be out of your element." the demon taunted as he looked you up and down.

"I-I want to make a deal." you stuttered out. "My boyfriend, he needs help. His debts need to be repaid."

The demon merely smirked. "And why isn't he the one here begging for my help?"

"This is what you do for the people you love. Now, can you help me or not?"

"I can." he smirked. "But it's going to cost something pretty big - your soul. And in ten years I'll come to collect." he explained, no trace of humor on his features.

"Deal."

Stepping closer towards you, the demon chuckled. "Well then, let's seal this deal, sweetheart." he said and suddenly pressed his lips against yours. You could feel heat inside your chest, like your soul had been branded. "See you soon." he spoke, disappearing and leaving you alone.

The next day, everything the demon promised came to fruition. Your boyfriend's debts had been paid, and you felt it was going to be a new leaf for the two of you. But instead of eternal love and gratitude, he repaid you with sleeping through half the town and leaving you high and dry only three weeks later.

When ten years passed and you started hallucinating, you wished you could give anything to go back in time and change your fate. However, fate was not that kind, and so, you were dragged down to hell in shreds, kicking, screaming, and cursing his name the whole way down.

The decades you spent on the rack were literal torture. Just when you thought there was no other ways you could be taken apart and put back together, they managed to find a new one. Every day you were told the hell could end if you just gave in. At first, you tried to hold onto the tiny shred of humanity you had left.

But after so many decades, it just was so much easier to give in.

And, so, when you whispered a timid "yes" when asked for the nth time, it all changed for you. Whereas you used to be the one tied up and torn apart, now you got to be on the other end. Each cut and slice into a soul was like a weight off your shoulders.

You thought of the man you had given it all up for. The man who abandoned you after you sold your soul for him. The man who you were going to pay a visit to as soon as you got strong enough to get topside. After a few more decades you finally broke the surface, cracking your neck, smiling devilishly.

It didn't take long for you to find him, drunk and stumbling out of the local bar. Hiding in the shadows, you leant against the cool, rough bricks of the building, biding your time. While he fumbled with the keys to his car, you slowly stalked behind him, hovering over his shoulder until he noticed your reflection in the window.

"What the fuck?" he shouted, dropping his keys and furiously scrubbing at his face. "How much did I drink to start seeing fucking ghosts?"

"Not quite a ghost, but also not quite human." you said, flashing him your deep, black eyes.

He let out another scream and dropped to the ground, pieces of gravel sticking into his skin. As he tried to scramble away, you rolled your eyes and hauled him up by his jacket, scoffing at this pitiful excuse for a man.

"What? Didn't think you'd have to come face to face with the woman you cheated on and left high and dry after I sold my soul for you?"

"No, no. You died, got mauled by an animal or some shit."

A humorless laugh left your lips. "Is that what they called it? That's putting being dragged to hell and tortured for decades mildly." you growled. "But don't worry I pulled myself out just to see you and thank you after all this time."

Your words were punctuated with a fist to his jaw, relishing the resounding crunch that echoed into the night air. Fist after fist was thrown in his direction using every ounce of anger you ever felt towards him boiled over the surface. When you grew weary of throwing punches, you flicked your knife out, cutting into his skin regardless of his please to stop.

It wasn't long before you knelt over his crumpled body, a satisfied smirk curled on your lips. This was the moment you had long since pined over, waiting to end his miserable life, hoping his time in hell would be even worse than yours.

But something in the back of your mind wouldn't let you finish the deed. The knife in your hand clattered to the ground, unable to plunge itself deep into his chest. He laid there, a whimpering mess, as you pushed yourself out of the gravel, and smeared the blood that coated your hands across your clothing.

You thought of this moment for so long. Assumed it would bring you a sense of closure. Of vengeance. Instead, you only felt empty, confused, purposeless. Without looking back, you left him there to pull himself together - a small act of mercy.

As you roamed the empty streets, you kept thinking of what brought you to this moment in the first place. Why didn't it feel right? You knew there was no going back, this is what you were now. But maybe, just maybe you could stop what happened to you from happening to anyone else. A way to use this curse for good.

And from that moment on, you roamed the state, looking for players, cheaters, and guys who liked to manipulate those around them. You'd get wind of their deeds, pretend to fall for their charms, and then go in for the kill, offering them the same pain they caused others. You knew most people probably saw you as a criminal, but you saw yourself as a vigilante.

In fact, your little routine worked quite well for the next few months. It seemed to bring you the senses of purpose and justice you were looking for. That was, at least, until you heard through the pipeline that the Winchesters were on your trail. Shit!

oOoOo

Dun, dun duhh!! To be continued in part two, I hope you enjoyed!

[mermaidsirennikita]

best kisses of all time iydm?? I think about the midnight library kiss in what I did for a duke at least once a week<3333

they are sensual enough i guess but nowadays I just don't see some good old, toe curling, actually romantic, a kiss for the sake of the kiss-kiss you know? the kind that racks a havoc in the very being of the mcs?? ahhh the good old days

Anyway thats the ask, thank you❤❤❤❤

For sure, yes! I will say, because I often say it... Lady Chatterley's Lover has one of the best onscreen kisses of all time.

Anyway:

Mafia Madman by Mila Finelli. I think of a kiss in this book a lot, because while these two have a lot of SEX, they don't have a lot of tender kissing or like, loooovemaking type sex. There's a scene where the hero has a panic attack, and the heroine helps him breathe through it, and they start having sex, and I think she calls him baby during or something (and it's also the first time they've had sex with her on top) and he like, grabs her and kisses her... it's so good.

Regarding the Duke by Grace Callaway. This is recent, but it's their first kiss in flashbacks, and he's all cold and calculating and trying to seduce her into marrying him for her connections, and she's sweet and gentle, and it's like... so good... When they kiss for the first time and it kinda goes out of control and he's like "SHIT".

Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas. There's a really passionate kiss around the line where Derek tells Sara that sometimes, he wants to punish her a little... And he's basically like "you need to stay the fuck away from me" but we all know he's falling in love with her, and he can't resist kissing her.

Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid. The kiss during the scene where Ilya is like "oh let's like chill and have an snack after sex", which turns into a handjob lol, but it's like the first time they really start getting EMOTIONALLY intimate (and the first time they switch out of using last names only), and you see the horror of FEELINGS happen.

American Queen by Sierra Simone. I really love the angsty ferris wheel first kiss between Embry and Greer because it does feel kind of doomed? Like, you're very "oh nooooo this is baaaad" because of the setup you've already seen and what you as the reader know that they don't know, but you're also reading so fast because the tension has been building and it all feels so fated.

And though it's not from their perspective, in the same book the mistletoe kiss between Ash and Embry is. SO. GOOD.

Lothaire by Kresley Cole. The kiss when Ellie is all "fuck you dude I'll make you yell to the rafters" (she does) and during they get really out of hand and start making out and he bites her lower lip and it starts bleeding... and as she withdraws he's like "she is going to lose her shit and run away", kind of WANTING that to happen because he's an asshole and is losing the upper hand... But she basically smiles at him through the blood and kisses him HARD. It's the entire relationship in a kiss.

When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath. The first kiss in this book is one of those "he has many emotions including jealousy and can't stand it so he grabs her and kisses her" moments... and he feels so bad about it... and she's so pissed at him... and it's incredible. Waking Up with the Duke also has an amazing first kiss, especially because after that Jayne demands that, though they'll be having sex, there CANNOT be any more kissing. Because the kissing is Too Much.

Thief of Shadows by Elizabeth Hoyt. The masked kiss, which very much gives HARD Sam Raimi Spider-Man vibes.

Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas. The kiss while their hands are still tied, obvi obvi lol. I also love the first kiss in Seduce Me at Sunrise so great, because Kev can't stop himself (common Kev skill issue) and it's so angsty and so passionate and Win just leaves the country right after because he won't just put it in her, basically.

Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath. Olivia goading Jack into kissing her by being like "and that's what I DON'T want you to do" because she knows he does the opposite of what she tells him to lol.

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe. The first kiss in the ocean when they're strangers and he tells her to pull his hair harder. It sets the tone in every way for the rest of the book.

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FFF~ Day 10

♡Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) x Jeong Yunho ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: mermaid, pirate  ♡Word Count: 3,468 ♡Warnings: threesome, mxm, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex (no barrier), lots of messy kissing, cum eating, m/m/f orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Oral Fixation, SMG | Next Day~ Impregnation, KYS ♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland & @mejuii the unholy trinity beta team

“Wait!” You threw yourself in front of the siren, barring Yunho from heaving the whaler spear at Wooyoung.

“Get out of the way,” Yunho growled at you.

“What’s wrong, Mister Big, Bad Pirate?” Wooyoung provoked Yunho, “You’re as threatening as a fish with no teeth.”

Yunho didn’t put down the spear. His nose touched yours, looking to intimidate you out of the way. “I’m going to kill him, now get out of my way.”

You pulled a sword from the sheath at your waist. It was curved and wicked, just like you. “No you’re not. This siren has made an oath to Poseidon himself that he will show us where the treasure is. You cannot kill him. We need him.”

Yunho’s lips tightened into a thin line. “We can find another treasure map to follow, this one’s life is forfeit.

“Oh, how I long to feel his pretty fingers around my neck,” Wooyoung continued to throw barbed comments and make your job harder.

“Stand down, Yunho. Or I’ll have you keel-hauled,” You said sugar-sweetly.

Yunho paled and swallowed hard. “But Captain--” 

“Either you start taking a few steps back Yunho or I’ll really give you a scar that all the whores can squeal about,” You threatened.

“Aye, Captain,” Yunho said with an air of defeat. He put the whaling spear back on its rack but was still glaring daggers at Wooyoung.

You crouched down in front of Wooyoung. The shirt he had been given to hide his nakedness pooled around him like a dress almost. His chest peeked through the v-neck and his bronze thighs were on view. But you ignored all that to grasp his face harshly. “You are going to keep your mouth shut or I will gag you, do you hear me, Siren?” 

Wooyoung smiled smugly, even with his cheeks smushed together. “If you knew anything about me--”

You ripped a piece of fabric from your long jacket and immediately tied it tightly, cutting into Wooyoung’s mouth and cheeks. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You grabbed him by the upper arm and dragged him towards your cabin. You didn’t trust the look in Yunho’s eyes. He might kill Wooyoung and ask for forgiveness later. So the siren would stay in your cabin, locked with the key you kept around your neck. Wooyoung stumbled a bit, his legs a new thing to him still. 

The burning hatred that Yunho felt for the siren never faded. And Wooyoung never truly stopped trying to get Yunho to rise to his bait. It was a pain in your behind, if you were being honest with yourself. 

It didn't come to a head until you caught Yunho in your cabin, nose to nose with Wooyoung, who still roomed in your cabin for safety reasons. 

"Jeong Yunho," You said his name, low and dangerous like.

"Captain!" Yunho yelped.

"How in the world did you get in here? I locked the door myself!"

Wooyoung had a look on his face like he had caused mischief. "I let him in," he chirped, no shame at all.

"How?!"

Wooyoung looked smug and satisfied with himself. "I learned how to sing at a frequency that unlocks your door."

You rubbed your eyebrow, a new tick you seemed to have acquired since you had captured the siren. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Captain, he's leading us on a wild goose chase! He's never going to bring us to the treasure." You could have sworn there was a pout on your crew's lips. 

"Yunho, I have told you. When one looks for the famous Cromer, you do not simply walk up to it. There are dead ends, countless trials to rise above--it's an adventure!"

"I want to find the Cromer," Wooyoung gave you honest eyes, "I want my tail back."

Along the string where the key to your cabin hung, also hung a blue shell. You had learned from a seawitch how to steal the tail from a siren and trap them. Wooyoung had no chance when you happened upon him in a small inlet. 

"See, Yunho? I have everything under control," You purred.

You moved across the room and sat behind your desk. Yunho and Wooyoung, however, were still close enough to kiss. And then you had a brilliant idea.

 “You two owe me a boon,” You announced suddenly.

Both men sent you a quizzical look. You placed your feet on your desk, boot by boot, crossing your arms behind your neck. “Wooyoung, I told you that if you used your siren tricks on my ship, I’d crush this shell and you would lose your tail forever. And the last time you were in my cabin without an invitation, I swore to you that I would cut your throat myself, Jeong Yunho.”

Yunho winced and Wooyoung looked positively terrified. You had them exactly where you wanted them. “I will let this go on one condition.” You had the complete attention of both of the men in your room. “A kiss.”

A slow smile spread across Wooyoung’s face. “If you wanted a kiss from me, all you had to do was ask.”

“Captain,” Yunho’s ears were red. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You smiled devilishly. “Oh, I didn’t say you were kissing me.”

Yunho picked up what you were putting down first. “You want us to kiss each other?!”

“I have had it with the tension between the two of you. I could cut it with my scimitar and it would still engulf us all. Simply kiss each other and we will put all of this behind us. I will not ruin both your lives and you will no longer bother me with your dispute.”

Wooyoung and Yunho eyed each other like they were viewing each other for the first time. Wooyoung appeared as if the gears in his head were turning and Yunho was desperately trying to find a way out of this.

“You swear you’ll never bring this up again?” Yunho asked for clarification. 

“I swear by Scylla herself. And if I do so break said oath, may she find me and drag me to the depths of Mariana’s Trench,” You promised. 

Then, to your complete and utter surprise, Yunho grabbed Wooyoung by the back of his neck and slanted his mouth over the siren’s. Wooyoung’s eyes were wide with shock before his hands tightened into fists on Yunho’s shirt and he kissed him back. Yunho seemed to melt into the kiss, forgetting all his anger for Wooyoung. Yunho’s free hand moved up Wooyoung’s thigh and settled on his hip. 

Your lips parted slightly, in awe of the sight you beheld. Wooyoung was eagerly returning Yunho’s kiss, a flash of a short tongue from Wooyoung’s end, startling both you and Yunho. Yunho broke the kiss, practically jumping backwards away from Wooyoung.

Wooyoung whined, “Why did you stop? I was enjoying that!”

“That--no! That was not--!!” Yunho couldn't seem to gather his words to express what he was feeling. If he even knew what he was feeling. Instead he turned his focus on you. “Captain!”

“Yes, Yunho?”

Yunho put his hands in front of his crotch. To anyone, it would look like he was standing in front of you humbly. You knew better. “May I be dismissed?”

You nodded and Yunho practically flew from the room. You watched him with a smirk, laughing quietly under your breath.

“Captain,” Wooyoung drew your attention to himself, “Do you dangle gifts from the overworld to urge me to stay?”

You shrugged your shoulders, getting up from your desk to go sit on your bed. “I did nothing of the sort.”

A few nights later, Wooyoung was sitting on the bench of the window, gazing at the full moon. A smart rap on your door startled him, but you got up to answer it. You had been detailing the maps and your diary of where your adventure had taken you thus far. You knew there was still more to this adventure to yet traverse, and you were just as excited as the day you had made the deal with Wooyoung about finding the Cromer.

There you found Yunho, wringing his hands in anxiety. “Captain, may I come in?”

You nodded curtly. “Wooyoung, take a walk,” You ordered.

“Actually,” Yunho’s eyes danced between Wooyoung and you. “Can he stay?”

Wooyoung looked like a gaping fish and you felt his sentiments exactly. “Wooyoung, remain where you are. It seems like our Big, Bad Pirate has something to say.”

You let Yunho into your cabin and closed the door quietly. Yunho moved to stand in front of your desk. His hands reached out for the Hippocampus carving you had on your desk. It seemed like he needed a distraction for what he was about to say.

“Captain, I--” Yunho turned around abruptly, “I have caused nothing but trouble since I boarded this ship.”

“Aye, you have,” You agreed with that statement.

“I have questioned you on several occasions when I should have followed you loyally as your crew. I have made untoward advances to you when I should have respected you as my captain. I even let my anger get the best of me and attempted to kill the siren who was going to make a myth among legends. I have come to make amends.” Yunho’s eyes were pleading with you, big and brown and liquid, almost like a seal’s.

You began to walk towards Yunho, heels clicking against the worn floor. “How do you plan on repaying me, crew member Yunho?” You purred. You had been praying to Aphrodite herself for this night to happen.

Yunho looked down at his boots. “I am at your mercy, Captain. Whatever you wish of me, I will do.”

Wooyoung poked his head around Yunho’s body, leaning far to the side to make eye contact with you. “What does this have to do with me?”

Yunho’s ears got red and he began to stutter again. “I--I als-so have c-come to m-make amends with you to-too.”

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes. “Is he being cute on purpose?”

You laughed a belly laugh at Yunho’s reaction, throwing his hands up and shaking them as if to fend off any bad thoughts. “No, no, I--!” Yunho’s eyebrows furrowed. You could tell he really didn’t know how to handle this situation, but he did know, if you ordered him like last time…

You tapped a finger to your lips, “Hmmmm…”

“Puh-please, Captain,” Yunho begged.

You walked around your desk and came toe to toe with Wooyoung. The siren couldn't stand boots but accepted sandals. He refused to wear any hose, so his pants stopped at his calves to show off his tan skin. He had taken a liking to the airy, billowy shirts, much like the first one he had donned that first day without his tail. All he needed was a tiny braid coming from the nape of his neck and soon he would appear like any pirate. He was just a beautiful as the day you had fished him from the water.

“Siren,” You greeted him.

Wooyoung pouted, “I like it better when you call me Wooyoung.”

You ignored his play at being adorable. “How many nights have you been trapped in this room?”

Wooyoung pursed his lips to the side in thought. “Many moon cycles.”

“And out of how many of those nights have you attempted to seduce me?”

Wooyoung smiled, closed-lipped and proud. “Majority of those.”

“What if I were to offer you a night with my crew?” You tilted your head when you asked the question.

Wooyoung’s eyes widened in excitement. “Truly?”

“Captain,” Yunho whined.

“I’m getting there, Yunho,” You growled.

“Yunho is looking to balance the scales. He will do whatever I ask. You seem eager to bed anything with legs. What is your will, siren? Would you spend a night between two pirates?”

Wooyoung nodded his head eagerly. “Please!”

You tapped his nose smartly. “Then listen to me. I am in charge of Yunho. Yunho is in charge of you. You are at the bottom of this pyramid. My word is final. Do you agree to those terms?”

Wooyoung grinned, as game as ever. “Aye, Captain,” He replied jauntily. 

“Yunho?” 

Yunho stiffened at the sound of his name. “Captain?”

“This is your last chance to walk out of this cabin. I am more than happy to entertain Wooyoung in order to deter his more wily side,” You offered.

Yunho didn’t answer. He simply walked to your bed and sat down on it. He looked determined. He looked nervous. But more importantly… he looked excited. “Nay, Captain, I’ll not back down.”

“Then so be it,” You announced. You leaned down and kissed Wooyoung, a chaste thing compared to the kiss that Yunho and Wooyoung had exchanged. “The deal is sealed.”

You left Wooyoung and strode purposefully to your bed. “Now to deliver it.” 

Yunho tipped his head back. You knocked Yunho’s booted feet to the side, to spread his legs so that you could stand between them. You ran your hand through his hair and cupped the back of his head. “You are to do everything I order you to do Yunho.”

Yunho nodded. “Aye, Captain.”

You licked Yunho’s bottom lip and he opened them for you. You kissed him slowly but long enough that when you broke the kiss, he looked dreamy and dazed. “Yunho, darling, are you sure you’re going to be able to handle this?” You whispered.

Yunho shook his head, “I know I won’t be able to. That’s why I want it.”

“Come, Wooyoung,” You beckoned the siren over with a crooked finger, “Our Yunho is ready for us.”

Wooyoung jogged over but stopped behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and perched his chin on your shoulder. “I don’t think he’s ready,” Wooyoung teased.

Yunho’s eyes shot down to his lap. You tapped his head to tip upwards with a finger. “Yunho, you can’t very well command Wooyoung like that. Where is all your pent-up anger for our pet siren?” Yunho’s eyes sharpened at that comment. 

Like a flip of a coin, Yunho went from a stuttering mess to a man in charge. Wooyoung’s back was against your bed as Yunho braced himself above the siren. They made out messily, grinding their pelvises together, still all their clothing on. You weren’t a part of the equation, not yet at least, because you needed Yunho to establish his superiority over Wooyoung before you took both their reigns, so to speak. So you had ordered the two of them in this position. Not to mention, they were both hard and ready, and that was exactly how you wanted them.

“I think that’s plenty to start,” You instructed.

When their lips parted, Wooyoung’s lips chased after Yunho’s. As a Captain, you were privileged to view many amazing phenomena but you decided this might be your favourite, right now.

“Gentlemen,” You cleared your throat, “I have been satisfied with my eyes but I believe my body has been neglected.”

The two moved apart, but their eyes were on you now. “Captain, I think you have too many clothes on,” Wooyoung suggested naughtily. 

You discarded your long  jacket and pointed boots, leaving you in your tight pants and blouse held to you with a corset. You were captain but you were still a woman. Your appearance meant something to you. “Better?” You asked with an arched eyebrow.

Yunho shook his head. “No, Captain, it’s not enough.”

You let the two of them draw you into your bed. Yunho reached for your bottoms and Wooyoung went for your top. Wooyoung pulled the laces to your blouse with his teeth, watching as it opened up to lay bare your breasts. He kissed your chest, along your sternum and the swell of your breasts, tongue leaving a path of cooling spit. Yunho groaned at the sight that you had nothing under your pants and when you allowed him to pull them off of you, a string of your arousal connected from your cunt to the inside of your pants. Once all your clothes were discarded, they both sucked on your nipples. You buried your fingers into both of their scalps, moaning at the pleasure of two mouths on you at the same time. Wooyoung tugged with his teeth, pulling and biting one nipple, while Yunho licked and sucked your other nipple with enthusiasm.

Soon enough, you were greedy for something between your legs. You commanded Wooyoung to fulfill your desires and he ardently pulled his pants down to sheath himself between your legs. Yunho whined at not being allowed the first dip, but you made sure to reassure him of his place in this bed. He knelt at your head and you compelled him to reveal to Wooyoung why all the whores scrambled to be his choice.

Wooyoung’s mouth dropped at the sight of Yunho. Yunho’s cheeks became pretty and pink and his eyes hit the ceiling in slight embarrassment to be stared at in such a way. His cock twitched though and you knew he loved it. “See, Wooyoung, see the treasure I bestow upon you? You aren’t the only one with such powers.”

“I want it,” Wooyoung said immediately.

“Patience, siren of mine,” You cooed. 

You guided Wooyoung’s face to yours, kissing him with lazy intent. You enjoyed the way his tongue danced with yours while his cock was buried in your cunt. Yunho whined again and you decided it was time. 

You reached out for Yunho’s long appendage and brought it vertically to your mouth. You sucked on the head of Yunho’s cock, eyes rolling upwards to gauge his reaction. Yunho grunted at the contact of your wet mouth on his. 

“Please, please, please,” He murmured, eyes screwed shut at the sensation of your lips around his cock. 

Your hand began to move up and down his shaft and he cried out in pleasure. “Captain, please, I can’t hold on, I want to--”

You let him leave your mouth with a wet pop. “Now now Yunho, I know you have better stamina than that,” You clucked your tongue at him in disappointment. 

“What about me?” Wooyoung joined in on the whining.

“Will you two cease to give me a headache ever?” You half-heartedly complained.

“Fine. Yunho, I want you to fuck Wooyoung’s mouth with your monstrous cock. Wooyoung, I want you to take everything Yunho gives you. And if Yunho spurts his seed in your mouth before I come…” You let the threat hang in the air. 

Wooyoung was eyeing Yunho’s cock greedily. "My mouth is quite sweet, I'm told. Might not be my fault."

Yunho gripped Wooyoung’s chin tightly. "You fuck the Captain well, otherwise you might find yourself tied to the window bench while I fuck her myself."

Wooyoung shivered at Yunho's commanding tone. "Yes, Sir," he replied subserviently.

Wooyoung pistoned his hips, searching to give you the high that had slowly been growing between your legs. Yunho fucked Wooyoung’s sweet mouth mercilessly and it was a race to see who would come first. Your nails dug into Wooyoung’s back when you climax came, Wooyoung unendingly hitting that soft spot inside of you that made you see stars. The pain/pleasure of it brought Wooyoung as well, mouth still firmly around Yunho’s length but he cried out as he painted your insides with his seed. Yunho, at long last, came in Wooyoung's mouth, with a gruff instruction to the siren to swallow it all. You watched in fascination as Wooyoung’s adam's apple bobbed and bobbed, indicating that he was doing his best. But when Yunho pulled out abruptly, he spurted some of his cum on Wooyoung’s face and some hit your chest as well.

"Ca-captain!" Yunho stuttered, "I did not mean--!"

You wiped Wooyoung’s face clean of Yunho’s cum and scooped the puddle that was on your chest and ate it all. Wooyoung and Yunho watched with both astonishment and hunger. "No harm, Yunho."

Yunho bit down on his lip, ears red again. "Captain," he said, ducking his head.

You tapped Wooyoung’s nose again, making him laugh happily. "You, my pet, did not ask permission to come. Nor if it was permissible to come inside of me."

Wooyoung grinned, mischievous down to the very marrow of his bones. "Does this mean I get to be punished?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "You are incorrigible."

"Do I finally get Yunho’s pretty fingers wrapped around my neck now?" Wooyoung continued to pursue the subject.

You exchanged a long look with Yunho. From that look alone you knew Yunho wanted nothing more, if more so for his own enjoyment than to punish Wooyoung for his insolence towards you.

Still, it wouldn't harm anyone to make Wooyoung work for it. 

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Chapter Summary: First day on the job! Time to get settled in and start the descent into insanity.

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The Blood On Our Hands

Chapter One: The New Arrival

Your eyes go wide when the chauffeur pulls up to the front gates of the Hellsing Estate. Watching in disbelief as they open up and your driver pulls in. You were already made aware of your job benefits- living in the mansion being one of them- but you still can’t believe it.

First they paid for first class tickets to London, then had a driver pick you up from the airport. Now this? It all feels so surreal, and nerve racking. This is sketchy and you know it, but there is no turning back now.

There are two people waiting at the bottom of the steps and two more people are waiting at the top of the steps by the doors. You can’t see the ones at the top very well because it’s starting to get dark outside. But the ones waiting at the bottom of the steps are dressed in suits.

One of the men in suits goes to the trunk to grab your luggage, and the other man opens the door for you. Holding out his hand to help you out of the car with a smile he says, “good evening madam.”

“G’evenin, sir!” You say with a smile as you take his hand. You have an American’s southern accent that’s a stark contrast to their British ones, which Sir Integra forgot to mention. So he’s caught off guard and you can tell by the way his eyes widen for a moment.

But he quickly goes back to normal, and helps you make your way up the steps. Now that you’re at the top you can get a clear image of the men who you couldn’t see before. And you wish that you still couldn’t see them, because they’re terrifying. Both are armed with machine guns and covered head to toe in full tactical gear.

Your stomach twists in knots, and a feeling of dread washes over as you think about what kind of things await behind the large doors in front of you.

When they open the doors you see Sir Integra standing there with an unlit cigar. But it isn’t like that for long because a man standing next to her lights it.

He’s tall and skinny, with black hair that’s tied up in a ponytail. You can tell he’s an older man by his face and his gray eyes, but he stands like his body hasn’t been affected by aging. He’s wearing black dress pants with a white dress shirt, and a purple tie that is tucked under his purple vest. He also has black gloves and a monoclonal.

���Nice to see that you finally arrived,” Integra says with a slight smirk and the hint of a playful tone.

You nod and try to make your sentences proper since Intergra was your boss, “jus’ in time too! Not wanting to be out afta sundown.”

“That’s a wise decision,” Integra agrees. You don’t know of the dangers lurking in the streets of London at night, and it’s better for it to stay that way for the time being. “How about we get you settled?”

“That be lovely Sir,” you nod. You’re tired and have jet lag, so you are happy to be led to a giant bedroom that made your jaw drop.You look around in pure astonishment “woah-“

“There are only a few rules,” when Integra spoke you snapped your attention back to her. “You don’t come out of your room at night unless told. You have a bathroom connected to your room, so there is no need for you to leave. You also aren’t to open your windows or curtains at night.”

You don’t like those rules, but you won’t protest because you’re living in her mansion rent free. “Yes Sir, understood.”

Integra smiles, “good. We’ll go over the rest of the house rules tomorrow, sleep well.”

“You too Sir!” You smile back and close the door behind them as they leave, locking it after. Then you walk over to the California king bed and flop down on it with a long sigh. You want to sleep but your thoughts keep you awake, everything circles back to only one question; “What did I get myself into?”

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You only got a few hours of sleep, but you’re up by 5 AM in London without any alarms. It’d be 12 AM in your home state of South Carolina. Somehow even when you’re in a different timezone your body manages to wake you up at 5 AM. It’s still dark out, and you can’t do anything but lay awake in your bed.

Which you do for a few hours, even when you hear three gunshots. Growing up on a farm you get used to it because of hunting season. Then you remember you’re no longer on the farm, but you are living in a mansion as a personal nurse.

“SIR INTEGRA!” You shout after the realization hits you. You jolt out of bed and slip a shirt over your head as you rush towards the door. But even after you unlock it you can’t open it. “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”

You look at the door, you know you can’t break it down. When you look at the clock you see it’s 7 AM, so you have to wait a half an hour just for the sun to start coming up.

You frantically get a med kit ready and spend the rest of your time panicking. Three gunshots, that’s three possible casualties that you know of. But how many did you sleep through?

You watch the clock, and look out the window. When the sun peeks over the horizon you rush to the door and try to open it. “Suns up! *Whyn’t you openin’?!” You shout at the door as you keep jiggling the handle. “DAMMIT! OPEN!”

You fight with the door until it finally unlocks, and when it does you fling it open. Your mind is running so fast that you don’t realize someone is standing in front of you until you crash into them. It’s the man Integra was with yesterday, running into him was like hitting a wall but you don’t process that. “Where Integra?! How many people hurt?!” You ask him but don’t give him a chance to answer before running through the halls and rushing down the steps. When you don’t see her in the living room, you rush down another hall and find the dining room.

There you see Integra at the head of the table, casually eating her breakfast. When frantically looking around the room, you see nothing that indicates there was a shooting. There was no blood, nothing was broken, and Integra was perfectly fine. Integra looks at you with a face of indifference and plainly says, “most people would be out of breath after running around like that.”

“I heard shots, where ev’body?” You didn’t mean to ignore Integra but your mind is still racing, and now you’re confused.

“Gunshots?” Integra looks past you and when you turn around you see the man in purple. “Walter, did you hear any gunshots?”

“No Sir,” Walter says and walks over to Integra’s side. When she holds up a cigar he lights it for her.

“I thought so,” Integra takes a quick inhale of her cigar. When she exhales she looks at you and gets a stern tone, “but what I did hear was you attempting to break a stupidly simple thing that even a dog could understand.”

“I’m so sorry Sir! I was thinkin’-“ you start to explain yourself but are cut off by Integra’s fist slamming down on the table.

“I couldn’t care less what you were thinking! I gave you a specific order that you failed to follow!” The anger in Integra’s voice rocks you to your core, and reminds you of the drunkard that was your father. You will resent that wannabe of a man to your very last breath.

You quickly remind yourself that Integra isn’t your father, she’s your boss, and even if she wasn’t, you won’t let yourself make that comparison again. You know nothing about her, what she’s been through, or her hardships.

And Integra has given more in the past 24 hours than that asshole did in 22 years you’ve been alive.

Maybe she’s doing it because she can afford it, but either way you fucked you and you need to own up to it. “My apologies Sir, I won’t let it happen again!”

”It better not,” Integra says harshly and takes another puff of her cigar, then waves you off. “Go make yourself presentable, and be back here in an hour.”

“Yes Sir!” You nod and leave for your room. Once you’re out of earshot Walter and Integra have a conversation.

“Sir, don’t you think you’re being too harsh on her?” Walter asks Integra.

“I can’t have people that are unable to take simple orders in my facility Walter,” Integra says plainly and takes another inhale of her cigar. But when she exhales a small smirk crosses her face.

When Walter sees the smirk he understands, “but you also don’t want someone who will be walked all over.”

“Precisely Walter,” Integra nods and checks her watch. A devious smile plasters itself onto her face, “she has fifty minutes left. Make it a challenge for her.”

Walter nods, “as you wish Sir.”

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You were in the middle of a shower when the hot water stopped. You tried the knobs, and came to the conclusion that you only have cold water to shower with. “Ga’ dammit! If I wanted col’ water I woulda shower at Memaws!” You shout but finish up your shower.

45 Minutes Left

When you walk out of the bathroom you see your luggage that was in your room before you took a shower is not there after your shower. “You gotta be kiddin’ me!”

After digging through the dressers and the linen closet you manage to find a shirt and pants that are way too big. Luckily you still have hair ties, you make a chain and pull them three pants loops to tighten them enough to stay up on your hips.

25 Minutes Left

When you open the door to your room you see your luggage, waiting right outside your room. With an annoyed sigh you pull the suitcase back into your room, and go to change. But the zipper is broken, you growl, “you’re really pulling my leg today!”

15 Minutes Left

You get the suitcase open and quickly change into the first thing you see. You also do a simple makeup look, and go to do your hair. But your brush is missing so you fight with your tangled hair to make it look decent.

3 Minutes Left

You run out of your room at full speed, and basically slide into the kitchen, looking up at Integra as you do. You were counting the minutes in your head and knew you had a minute left.

But when Integra checks her watch she blatantly lies to you, “you’re 2 minutes late.”

You blink, you know you counted right. You had arrived with a minute to spare. Her watch has to be wrong.

“Is this job not important to you?” Integra asks you, and laces her fingers together. With her elbows on the table she rests her hands inches away from her face.

“It is, Sir!” You reply immediately, though you already know that answering back is futile. You prepare yourself for a series of malicious insults.

“It doesn’t seem like it,” Integra says coldly and watches your reactions. Depending on what you say and do will make up her decision of how Alucard is allowed to interact with you. Because if Integra were to let Alucard around you without any restrictions he’d have a hayday.

“Sorry Sir, shoulda had al’ my things ‘gether bafore showering!” You say and lick your lips. You did have all your things ready. You would have been out of your room in 25 minutes if it wasn’t for whatever outside force that messed with you this morning.

“Why didn’t you?” Integra asks you, she picked up on your lip licking being the sign that you’re lying.

You know you’ll sound crazy if you say what actually happened, but you aren’t going to lie. So you quickly spit out your answer, “’cause outta nowhere the wooter* ran as cool as it do in apalacthit*! Den I went for ma clothes and dey weren’t dere! I look for some spares ‘roun the room ‘n’ thought I got lucky but dey didn’t fit either! I manage to get ‘dem to work ‘n’ open ma door ‘n’ see my bag! Go to ’pen the darn thing, zipper’s broke, but I got it ‘pen. Grab the first thin’ I see ‘n’ go to do my hair ’n’ ma brush missin’! But got ma stuff done ‘n’ dashed here!”

Integra blinks, she understands absolutely nothing of what you just said, but assumes that you told the truth. Which she didn’t expect.

When Integra is silent you sigh and say, “I’m havin’ a rough mornin’ Sir, but I take the ‘sponsibilities for my actions.”

Integra lets out an exhausting sigh, “though that story sounds extremely unlikely, you’re taking responsibility for it?”

You nod and plainly say, “yes Sir.”

“Are you just saying that, or do you actually know the error you made? In the instance that all of what you said is true, of course.” Integra asks you to see if you actually know what you did wrong

“I’s late ‘cause I shoulda skip makeup, I had saved time if I did.” You admit, because you know that with all the stuff that had already happened you should have just gotten dressed and come back. But you did your makeup, which ate up time.

“So let me ask you this; how do you expect anyone to trust you with their life if you can’t even tell time?” Integra is getting down to the nitty gritty, but she does have a point. Well she would have a point if she wasn’t currently gaslighting you into thinking you were late by two minutes.

“They can't, Sir,” you tell her.

Integra looks you up and down to see you dressed in a matching pair of red scrubs. She fakes a look of disgust, “what are you wearing?”

“Scrubs Sir,” you answer, not entirely sure why she’s asking.

Integra pulls the richest and most snobby attitude she can, “I told you to make yourself presentable, not show up in pajamas.”

“They ain’t pjs Sir, docs ‘n’ nurses in *‘Mareca wear ‘em round patients.” You explain, but when you think about what everyone else is wearing around the mansion, you do look underdressed compared to them.

“Americans have no sense of decency,” Integra says, faking her condescending tone.

You clench your teeth so hard that you can feel it in your ears. But you keep a soft smile and kind eyes. “‘m sorry Sir, but I ain’t have nuthin’ fancy to pack!”

Integra sighs, “we’re going to have to get you some clothes then.” She looks at Walter, “go get her something to wear so she doesn’t make a fool of us.”

“As you wish Sir,” Walter nods and leaves the room. You can feel Integra’s cold eyes glaring daggers at you. Even though it’s only a few minutes, Walter’s absence feels like hours. When he comes back he hands you something that’s folded up, so you can’t tell what it is yet.

“Follow me,” he says and leads you to a bathroom.

When you walk in you’re filled with awe, everything in this mansion is so elegant. But you don’t admire the scenery for long because you need to change.

After unfolding the clothes you realize it's a skirt and button up shirt. The outfit style itself isn’t horrible, but it’s too small and itchy. “Thing feels like Skiter* season.”

You walk to the door carefully because it feels like if you move the wrong way everything’s going to tear. Also when growing up on a farm you don’t wear skirts on the regular. Skirts also aren’t practical in nursing, but you remind yourself that- luckily- this outfit is just temporary.

When you open the door you’re met with a smiling Walter who leads you back to Integra. When she sees you she smirks and asks, “how’s the outfit?”

You lick your lips and lie, “it’s nice, thank you Sir.”

“Glad you like it-“ Integra gets up, “-are you ready to go?”

“Yes sir,” you lie again. You do not want to go out in this outfit, but it doesn’t matter. You just have to suck it up and go with it.

Which is exactly what you do.

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You follow Integra and Walter around as they lead you through stores that you don’t realize are more high end than you thought.

That’s until you hear the tailor tell Integra how much a custom suit would be for you. “3500€” the tailor told her.

Your eyes go wide when you hear this. 3500 USD is expensive in itself, and you know Euros are more than USD. You’re not sure by how much, but you know it’s a pretty penny nonetheless.

“That’s all? I expected it to be more,” Integra says plainly and you feel your jaw drop. Integra looks over to you and chuckles, “what’s the matter?”

“I cain’t* let ya pay that typa money on me!” You exclaim, all the money she’s already spent on you is weighing on you. But you already have clothes, so you don’t feel right with her buying more for you. “I know this chump change for ya, but you already done ‘nuff for me!”

Integra gives you a grin, “you are a part of the Hellsing Organizing, I have to make sure you represent us well.”

“That’s mighty sweet of you ma’am,” you smile. “And I promise that I’ll make y’all proud!”

“I’m sure you will,” Integra nods and pays the tailor. “Now, how about we get some lunch. I can’t believe it’s noon already.”

You step off of the platform you had to stand on when you got your measurements and walk towards Integra. “Ready to go when you are!”

The three of you leave the tailors and get some lunch.

The rest of the day was pretty quiet after that. Maybe life at the Hellsing Estate won’t be so bad.

{Words explained}

*Whyn’t: Why isn’t in one word

*Apalacthit; southern pronunciation of Appalachian

*Den: Then

*Dere: There

*Dey: They

*Dem: Them

*Wooter: Water

*Mareca: America

*Cain’t: Can’t and Ain’t put into one word

*Skiter: Another word for mosquito

[trash-monkey]

Dog House

Chapter 6

With a smile I drop the trucks tail gate down for Dragen and Osiris to hop in the back before taking off their leashes and put the newly bought things into the back seat, once that's done I hop into the driver seat and pull the truck onto the road to head to the grocery store where I walk through the sliding doors with both dogs on their leash by my side after parking once again. Tying the leashes to the shopping cart I head down a random aisle putting the necessities in before anything else, immediately dropped some hair ties into the cart when seeing them as I forgot to get some at the pet store. Wanting my dogs to be as healthy as they can be I look through the book I have gotten earlier for treats and kibble toppers/boosters of what they can or can't eat.

"Which ones do you like?" I gestured to the many ice trays on the shelf but they don't move to choose so I just shrub my shoulders and put random ones into the cart, I move onto the market side of the grocery store.

"What do you think the others would like?" I look over many to choose the best which I put into clear plastic bags and into the cart before noticing that Osiris had moved to lay on the bottom rack of the cart and Dragen strolls around as far as the leash will let him, smelling at different things in the store.

"Come on" Dragen stroll back to my side letting me move onto the meat aisle.

"Pick whatever you want." At this Osiris gets up from his spot to look and smell with Draken at the many meats in the freezer, the two dogs barks at the meats they want which I get three packs of hoping the others also likes them.

"Mommy look doggies" I hear a child voice from an aisle I passed by as I shop a little more before heading to the self-check out and pay for everything, soon I'm wheeling the cart to the truck.

"Some have to in the back with you two." I mumbled to myself as I put things into the back seat again until I can't no more before dropping the tail gate which Osiris and Dragen suddenly grab a bag each from the cart, the two hop into the back of the truck where they drop the bags showing me they're trying to help me put the bags into the truck which I smiled at as we continue until done. The two settle in the back as I put the tail gate back up and take the driver seat, I pull the truck onto the road once again and head back home.

After pulling up at the house and parking, I got out as the two in the back jumped out with a bag in each mouth which made me smile as I grab a couple bags in both hands before walking up to the front door, sitting everything I had in one hand on the porch to unlock the door only to pause after when hearing loud sounds of a fight coming from inside the house. Immediately I drop everything else I'm holding onto the dinning to run towards the source of the fighting with the two others following only to see Bane and Knight fighting, a serious one. Without a care for my well being I quickly jump into the middle of the fight, trying to get the two apart which is difficult until Dragen pulls Knight away by the ruff of his neck and to the other side of the room where Dragen growls at him. I give a sigh of relief once they settle after a minute

"You two, come." I stand from my knees by Bane before grabbing the two fighters by their collars but Knight snapped at me and was close to nicking my hand, immediately Dragen bolt into action to stand over him as he gets onto him with some loud growling causing him to back down and allow me to take ahold of his collar.

"You two are staying here until I figure what happened." I said after leading the two onto the back porch where I tie the two at different ends.

"Knight, we're having a talk later." I said once I returned to the back porch after putting the groceries and other things away before they ruin, I also figured out that Knight had tear up something while I was gone and Bane got onto him causing them to fight so I untie Bane and let him into the house.

"Come here Bane, I need to see if your wounds need any medical care." I softly called him over to me after sitting on the floor and gestures for him to sit in front of me which he does, I gently and carefully move away his fur from the wound Knight had given him.

"Wait? What's this?"I paused after seeing that some of Banes fur has black root which I continue moving the fur around to figure out what it is, the rest of the roots is a dark lavender which he's two tone like Chiefs.

"Wow! You have the same mark as Dragen but it's covered with your fur, shame we'll have to trimmed you for it to show but I think you won't like that. Anyway your wounds looks good as long as you don't scratch and rub them against things they should heal nicely." I talked to myself unknown that Bane is listening as I scratch behind his ears which makes me laugh when seeing him loving it as his tongue hangs out and one of his legs thump against the floor before frowning when Dragen strolls up to us with a whine from where the rest of the pack is sitting in the living room and gives me a kiss on the cheek which I returned with a small smile.

"Just worried about Knight, it'll take time for him to come around I guess." I scratched behind Dragen's ear before standing up and getting my small sewing box out of the closet before getting the things that Knight ripped up to sit at the dining table to sew them up.

"As part of his punishment these things belong to him now, I'll get more beds and toys when we go back out but for now you'll just sleep in the bed with me." I talked to Bane and Takemitchy as it was their beds that Knight ripped up, once I got everything sewed back up I grip everything and went out to the back porch again.

"Knight, I don't know why you did it but it wasn't nice so I'll have to punish you for it. You'll sleep out here for a week, I fixed up the things you ripped and now these are yours." I spoke as I place the bed down in a corner of the porch with the toys.

"I know you don't like me right now but I hope in the future we can be friends." I set down next to Knight not knowing if he understands what I'm saying before carefully reaching out to him.

"Let see the wounds that Bane left behind." I spoke softly as he lets me touch him and gentle move his fur around to get a look at his wounds.

"Just like Bane it's not too bad, no scratching or rubbing them against things and it'll heal fine." I give Knight some pat on the head before walking inside letting him back into the house.

"Please no more fighting in this house hold or tearing anything up." I said to the pack before remembering the speaking buttons, trackers, and doggy door bells so I quickly grabbed the bag and box they're all in that I had sit on the kitchen counter.

"Everyone line up! I got trackers to go on the collars!" I sit down on the floor of the living room as the pack takes seats around, Lady comes up first to me which I quickly clip on a small black tracker onto her collar after activating it and it shows up on the tracking app I had download on my phone. The process goes by quickly until all dogs had trackers on them

"Door bells!" I yelled to the others dogs as only Hero followed me and watched as I put doggy door bells on both sides of the front and back door of the house where both large and small dogs can press them which Hero pressed a few times getting the others attention, they watched I piece together the large buttons pad and place it onto the floor.

"Look! You can talk to me now!" I said as I press a button in the pad which immediately let out the word Hero as I press his button, Hero's head turned in curiosity and confusion at hearing the button.

"I. Love. You. Hero" I press each button causing Hero to bark in surprise, immediately Eclipse and Luna runs over to mess with the buttons with Raven following behind slowly.

"No you three it's only for talking and not for playing." I gently remove the three from the pad and place them in my lap to pet on them, Crash press the treat button multiple times.

"Treat? What kind of treat? What. Treat." I asked as I press the what and treat button but he continues to press the treat button which I figured there isn't any button for what he wants to tell me.

"I have no treats right now, Crash." I pet him as I made a note to make the frozen dog treats after letting them out.

"Now, I believe you all have stayed in the house enough for today! Outside. Time." I said before pressing the two buttons on the pad and open the back door which some immediately bolted out.

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[submissivejberry]

Swipe Right Event || Harrison & Joe

TAGGING: @sirharrisonschuesterf  & @submissivejberry, with mention of @javierfogarty at the end.

LOCATION: The main courtyard at campus

TIMING: Thursday February 16th, afternoon hours

KINK EXPLORED: Temperature play, public sex, bondage, sex machine, oral sex, breathplay, fingering, orgasm denial. 

To say Joe was nervous for what was about to happen that day would be an understatement. But any sense of nerves was also trumped by how good excited he feel about the fact that not only would making that scene would get a good chunk of points that he needed to get closer to his claim with Javi, but also because he knew he was in good hands, experienced hands with Harrison Schuester, someone he hadn't even met before, and who now had the whole event in his control; but Joe knew everything would be fine.

At the agreed hour, he walked out of his room, and also the dorms building, heading straight to where the main courtyard was, where things were already in place for their scene together, no doubt, by Harrison's own, and previous request. And also, as requested, Joe was completely naked, already fighting the cold sensation outside as he stood there, in plain sight, for everyone to see. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Harrison coming towards him, and at that moment he got on his knees and looked down, his heart banging inside his chest, as he could only see his feet getting closer, until he was standing next to him. "Hello, sir" he said with a firm, but polite voice, chancing a glance up from under his eyelashes.

Even though it could by nerve-racking to scene with someone you never had actually met, especially when points were on the line, Harrison had enough experience by now to not feel nervous at all. Instead he was left with just the excitement he always felt when he was getting ready to scene with someone. He had worked with the school to make sure everything was prepared for the scene, so all Harrison do worry about was showing up on time, bringing the thermos of hot chocolate,  and making sure he was hard.

As he approached the courtyard, he was quite pleased to see Joe, naked as requested, and already kneeling with his eyes lowered respectfully. He finished his approached and when Harrison was standing right in front of him, he reached out, grabbed his chin, and tilted Joe's head back. "Good evening, Joe. I like my partners to keep eye contact unless I specifically tell them not to."  Before they began, Harrison took stock of everything around them, and even though he expected the school to be thorough, it was still a relief to see everything was how he requested.

"I know we discussed this all beforehand, but I'd like to go over everything again. You'll be on your knees and bound with one hand tied in front of you and one hand tied behind your back.  In each of your hands, you'll be holding a glass of hot chocolate. You'll be strapped to a sex machine while I'm using your mouth. There are lines on each cup, and if you can make sure that you don't spill enough hot chocolate to drop below that line, then you'll be rewarded by getting to cum. If you spill too much, then you won't be allowed to orgasm. However, if you cum before I tell you to, then I'll pour the whole thermos of hot chocolate over your body. If you understand and consent to all that, then we'll begin."

Joe lifted his chin up with the man's gentle grip on it, his eyes, blue colored with a hint of green, looking right into the older male's. "I like that too, sir. I like seeing people in the eye" he responded, then stayed on the same spot on his knees, while the Dom did a check, or so he believed he was doing, of everything there was placed there for them to use, no doubt having been asked for Harrison for them to have. Even if they had discussed in a previous conversation what they would be doing, so he already had the general idea of it, to hear all of it again, in Harrison's presence, and while looking from the corner of his eye at all the instruments, props, and especially the sex machine, it made everything that more factual and real, and it also made a shiver run through his spine. From the cold, perhaps, but also from his brain turning into images what the other was describing.

"I understand everything, sir. And I consent. I've already told you my limits, but I would gladly say it for you again, if you allow me. No watersports or scat, vore, child or pet play, no armpit of feet worshiping. I use the traffic light system as a safe word, and- Well, I guess that's everything, sir." He pulled his hands up, as if he was presenting them to him, and for him to tie them up. "I'm ready."

As Joe agreed with him that eye contact was important, Harrison nodded along, and he continued to nod along as Joe went over his limits again. Even though he already knew all of his limits and wasn't going to even come close to them, it was comforting to see Joe caring enough about his own safety and security. At the mention of the traffic light system, Harrison remembered that there would be times that Joe wouldn't be able to use it. "Since your arms will be bound and your mouth will be preoccupied, you'll need another method to let me know if you need me to stop, so if you're unable to speak but feel the need to pause, I want you to go ahead and just let go of the cup. Of course, if you do that, then it won't go against you're punishment or reward. It will be a complete reset should you be able to continue."

While Harrison was pleased to see that Joe was eager to begin, there was still one thing that he needed to do before they officially got started. "Before I tie you up, I'd like to make sure you're prepared enough since I don't want you to hurt yourself on the machine, so go ahead and get on your hands and knees for me." As he waited for Joe to comply, Harrison grabbed the bottle of lube and then walked behind Joe.

Joe grunted and rubbed his forehead. "I didn't think of that- Obviously, I wouldn't able to tell you anything, so that's a good way to work that one out, sir" he said, then nodded when the other man spoke about prepare him for the machine so that he wouldn't get hurt, and he felt relief and also thankful the Dominant was taking so much care of his well being for their scene. Right off the bat, Joe could tell he was a good Dom in all aspects of his personal life. "Yes, sir- Thank you" he said when he was given the order, and he leaned forward and placed his hands on the ground, his knees being already on the floor, leaving him on all fours and with his bare ass hanging in the cold air.

As Joe got into the requested position, Harrison popped open the bottle of lube and smeared a generous amount on his fingers. After he slid his digits into the younger man, he was pleased to see that Joe followed his advice and prepared himself beforehand, but Harrison wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to tease the submissive with his own fingers while he had the chance. Since Joe was already so loose and relaxed, Harrison easily was able to work three fingers into him as he immediately began to seek out the other man's prostrate.

While Harrison knew that he could Joe for hours, he also knew that they had quite the scene planned for them, so he finally pulled his fingers out of the younger man so that they could begin. "Go back to kneeling and sit back all the way so that your butt is resting on your heels." Again, as he waited for Joe to get into position, Harrison grabbed the rope and then began to move Joe's body exactly how he wanted it, with one arm in front of his body with his hand right above his belly button and the other arm behind him with his hand right above his butt. With his arms tied close to his body in that position, any liquid that would be spilt would land either on his cock or his ass. Once Harrison was satisfied with the positioning, he began to tie Joe up with the rope.

Joe bit his lip down in anticipation, not really being able to see what Harrison was doing, although he had a very good idea, and that was making a shiver run down his spine, both from the cold and the excitement. Knowing what they would be doing, Joe had previously worked himself open before going out into the courtyard, but he was more than happy to have the Dominant to finish, and even do a better job that what he had done. The thick and long fingers slid into him with ease, and he moaned and threw his head down between his shoulders, while Harrison fondled his soft spot with so much expertise. He had to focus real hard not to push his ass back on his hand, because he knew he had to be good and obedient, and doing only what Harrison would order him to do.

He downright whimpered when he could no longer feel his fingers inside of him, the tight muscle almost clamping around the digits as they slipped out of him, but that only meant so much more was coming, and that put him at mild ease. "Yes, sir" he said quietly, then pulled himself up and back on his knees, his hands now resting on his thighs, until Harrison took both of them and placed them on position, like he wanted it. As he fully came to realize the position of his arms and hands, and knowing what he had to do to do it right, he felt concerned, but also excited. Once his arms and hands were tied hard against his naked body, he looked up at him and nodded. "Thank you, sir..."

Just seeing how responsive Joe was to him so far made Harrison even more confident on how well the rest of the scene would go, and now that Harrison had completed all the  more tedious prep work of the scene, the true fun could now begin.  With Joe now being unable to move, it was time to put him on the machine, so Harrison went left to go pull it over to Joe and to also grab the bottle of lube again. After he lined the dildo that was attached to the machine up with Joe's hole, he popped open the bottle of lube and practically drench the shaft in slick since the last thing he wanted was for it to dry out inside of Joe mid scene. After that was done, Harrison eased the machine inside of Joe but didn't turn it on yet.

The next step was pouring the hot chocolate into the glasses but before he pour the hot liquid into the cups, he made sure to show Joe where the line in each cup was marked. There were two lines marked on each cup, the one close to the top of the cup was how full Harrison would fill the cup, and then an inch down below the fill line was the reward line. After showing Joe the lines and explaining them clearly to him, Harrison poured the hot chocolate in the cups and then set them in Joe's hands.  With it being so cold outside, Harrison had no desire to freeze his ass off, so he made sure to not wear any underwear so that he could just unzip his pants and pull his cock through it.  As he approached Joe's face, Harrison continued to stroke his length so that he could get hard, although he'd have to use Joe's mouth to get him all the way there. "Open up..." Once Joe complied, Harrison began to feed him his cock and then flipped on the machine with the the remote that he held in his hand. 

Everything that was happening seemed like a blur to him, and he was now more thankful than ever to have learned to be patient and obedient, even more so ever since he and Javi got together, and he had learned a lot more from him also; but seeing the machine being placed in position, even more so when he felt the prop sinking slowly inside of him, the cups being showed to him so he would be clear of the lines and what he was supposed to, which he had to make a double effort to get it right in his head, with how the dildo was starting to feel inside of him without moving, but even more when he saw Harrison pulling his zipper down and showing his impressive member off... Yes. A blur it's what it was. And the full idea of what was happening soon was making his own cock stir alive with interest.

He kept as still as he could while the hot chocolate was poured into the cups, and with the way his arms and hands were kept still and tied against his body, it would be difficult for it to spill that easy, but he knew it wouldn't be always like that. He licked his lips when he saw Harrison stroking his cock and walking up to him until it was on his face, and he looked up at him and smiled softly. "Oh, thank you so much, sir..." he nearly whispered, then gave the head a slow, long lick, before he wrapped his lips around it and begun to slowly bob his head on it.

As Joe thanked him for giving the younger man have his cock, Harrison couldn't help but to smile down at the submissive. "Good boy..." With his free hand, he reached down and lightly threaded his fingers through Joe's hair as a small reward for being so good for him so far. The trickiest part about being a Dominant, in Harrison's mind, was always finding the difficult balance of challenging a submissive in a scene but not setting them up for failure for making it too difficult. This was made even harder due to the fact that Harrison didn't know Joe very well at all, so he wasn't sure how well the other man handled scenes.

To find a good middle ground, Harrison let Joe continue to set the pace with his mouth while Harrison concentrated on the dildo that was buried deep in Joe's ass. With the way his thighs were bound together and the angle that the machine was inserted, there was a good chance that it would brush against his most sensitive area with each thrust. Once again, Harrison was faced with the choice of how easy to go on Joe. He wasn't sure if the submissive had any experience with a sex machine, but he still decided to push Joe a bit and not start it out on the slowest setting to allow him some time to get used to it. Instead, he set it to one of the more medium settings so that the dildo began to thrust into Joe at a good steady pace with a fair amount of force behind each thrust.

Joe hummed with content when he could feel the man's touch on his head, always loving whenever his hair, or his head was something that get some gentle focus in a way, a fact made even greater for how much of a gentle giant his boyfriend was, so he was a bit spoiled in that way. He knew the sounds he was making covered the man's member like a warm blanket, and what begun as contentment, soon turned into appreciation, for how it felt on his tongue, heavy and thick, while he tried to drag his tongue underneath it to create a joint friction with his lips to get him harder in his mouth. He kept on bobbing his head slowly, but firmly enough to get almost every inch of him down his throat. He used the slow motion of his head as a way to stretch his lips enough, so that when the moment came when he started to bob his head faster, the stretching wouldn't hurt his lips as much.

"Oh-hh... god, fuck! ahh..." he grunted when he felt the dildo going at a much faster pace into him, each blow it gave forward reaching deep inside of him, and also hitting his prostate head on. He had to take a short breather to put himself together, his body jerking every time the machine pushed the dildo inside of him, but the chocolate still remained under the lines in the cup. He looked up at him and licked his lips, his lips curling in a small grin, before he put his lips on him again and took him down with all that he could. Even if he couldn't move as much, with how he was tied up, he did his best to make the most of it with his head, and of course, his mouth. 

It became immediately obvious that Joe was quite skilled with his mouth as he began to work Harrison's cock with his tongue. His actions pulled a low moan from his lips as his length quickly became fully under under Joe's efforts. He was also pleased to see the immediate reaction to when the machine started to pump into his body. "Feels good, doesn't it? Almost as good as my own cock would." It helped confirmed his choice to skip the lowest settings while knowing that he didn't push the younger man too much do the fact that he was able to not spill any of the hot chocolate. It also told Harrison that Joe could obviously handle more, so he was excited to see just how much he could handle.

Now that the machine was steadily fucking Joe, Harrison decided to take more control over the blow job. While he kept the remote for the machine in one hand, Harrison once again threaded the fingers of his other hand through Joe's hair. However, unlike last time, he was not near as gentle and gripped Joe's strands of hair. With the added leverage, Harrison began to hold Joe's head in place as he started to thrust his hips into Joe's eager mouth. "Now be good and take everything that I give you."

Joe groaned around Harrison's cock, his body shaking harder each time the dildo was shoved deep into him by the machine, his lips already swollen from how hard he was going down on the man, which as a result got him thicker in between his lips. It was, in his head, the most divine form of being used, and his body was reacting accordingly to everything that was been done to him. He was thankful of being tied up the way he was, his legs also pressed together tight, which allowed his own cock, also already hard and leaking, a mild form of relief each time he clamped his thighs hard.

He mewled softly when he once again felt his fingers threading through his hair, then a muffled moan could be heard coming from him, his eyes wide as he looked up at him, lust running through him at being grabbed by the hair like that, then his eyes rolled to white when Harrison begun to fully fuck his mouth, and he opened his mouth as much as he could to allow him to do as he wished. He squeezed his eyes shut, the force both his mouth and his ass were being fucked at the same time making it difficult for him to keep his body as still as he had so far, and with how his body was been practically being tossed back and forth, the hot liquid waved inside the cups, and reached the rim on them, but not spilling anything out just yet. He looked up at him, eyes blown and mouth fully open and willing, as his own silent way of thanking him for such a fine treat.

While breathplay wasn't specifically something that Harrison had planned for this scene, he easily recalled it being on both their lists of kinks they wanted to explore for the event.  Even if it wasn't planned, luckily for the both of them, that was one kink that didn't need special toys or a lot of preparation. In fact, Harrison's favorite way to incorporate that specific kink was to use his own cock. With that in mind, Harrison pushed his hips forward and used his grip in the younger man's hair to force his head forward until he felt his cock breach the back of Joe's throat and then held it there.  "Remember to just drop one of the cups if you need to pause."

With that reminder and his length still buried in Joe's throat, cutting off the submissive's oxygen, Harrison took the opportunity to nudge the machine up one more notch on the remote which increased the speed and force that it moved inside of Joe. After he turned the machine up, Harrison began to slowly count in his head until he reached five very long seconds. When that time was reached, he finally pulled his shaft from the younger's man throat to let him catch his breath.

Joe grunted when he felt the stretching of the muscles of the top of his throat clamping at first, then slowly giving way for the man's cock to slide as low as possible, but he could had sworn he felt the tip of it pressing the side of his throat. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils, and even if he did cough a bit, it wasn't because he couldn't breathe just yet. When the Dominant reminded him of the way in which he could tell him if it was being too much, he looked up at him and squeezed his eyes shut once, which he felt it was a good way of saying 'yes', which he would later think it would had probably been a good idea to tell Harrison that before they started; but somehow, he knew the older man got the gist of it.

He moaned hard around the man's cock when he felt the machine fully pounding his ass with the dildo, this time each hit it gave making his body to jolt forward, which also pushed him further against the man's cock, who at the same time was literally choking him with it. It was the most blissful delight ever, and both the lack of oxygen, and the merciless pounding from the machine, it was all starting to make him dizzy. His hands started to shake at the exact same moment when Harrison pulled his cock out, and the coughing fit that came from it made a couple of drops of chocolate to fall down on the ground.

One reason why Harrison almost insisted that anyone he scened with kept eye contact with him was because it was an easy way to really read how someone was handling the scene. While someone could control how their body and voice reacted to something, it was almost impossible to control how someone's eyes reacted. If someone was on the edge of panic, the first sign showed up usually in their eyes, so it was a good way to slow things down immediately before things got too bad. Even though he couldn't be one hundred percent sure, it looked like Joe was trying to communicate to Harrison with his eyes after he reminded him of the non-verbal safe word, and since Harrison couldn't detect an ounce of panic in Joe's eyes, he took it as a sign that the younger man understood.

As he pulled his cock from Joe's mouth to allow himself to catch this breath, he couldn't help but to notice the few drops that split out of the cups. However, he was still thoroughly impressed that the spills were mainly due to the coughing fit. This fact also let Harrison know that Joe could handle even more, so the second that the younger man had finished coughing, Harrison pulled his hair one more time and forced his cock back between his lips. His hips began to rock forward and he used his fingers wrapped in Joe's hair to pull his head forward so that each thrust buried his dick deep into Joe's throat. Ever so often, Harrison would pause his hips when they were flush against Joe's mouth to once again count slowly as Joe's oxygen was cut off before finally allowing the submissive to breathe once again. As he continued to fuck Joe's face, there were still two more settings that the machine could go up to, so he decided to skip one and move it to the highest setting since Joe hadn't had any issues with not spilling the drinks.

Whereas Harrison pulled his cock out of his mouth, for which he was grateful because he needed to catch his breath back, the machine hadn't stopped at all, and his body was already staring to hurt from being tied up the way it was, the strain in his arms, his muscles, with both having to hold the cups as straight as possible, and also with having his ass being fucked the way it was making it happen, and yet he wouldn't have wanted it to stop for anything in the world. If anything, the pain and the pleasure of being under Harrison's control in that way was making him even harder and even hungry for more.

He had barely gotten his breath back, slick already dripping from the corner of his lips, when Harrison grabbed him by the hair and rammed his cock down his throat again, his mind obviously set on seeing just where the limits stood in the submissive. Luckily, Joe was glad to give his very all and best, until it was humanly possible for him, which in the end would work perfectly for both of the men's pleasure. He groaned when his nose was again brushing the man's stomach, then moaned when he let go of him and thrust back and forth again, his lips already swollen from the delicious abuse they were going through. All the sudden, he felt the dildo being pushed at a velocity he didn't even think was possible, his prostate now being pounded mercilessly, and that, along with having his mouth full and fucked with the man's cock, begun to push him faster than he could control to his climax. He whimpered around his cock when he felt his whole starting to shake, and the second that happened, the cups begun to shake hard in hand, especially the one behind his back, which was the first he lost control of, and the liquid in it soon spilled over the rim of the cup and fell, still hot as it was, directly on his back.

Taking over full control of Joe's heavenly mouth was bringing Harrison closer and closer to the edge each time his cock hit the back of the younger man's throat. Harrison was mainly focused on his how pleasure, but he still continued to keep a close eye on Joe to see how he was handling everything. While he had never personally experienced being on a sex machine, he could imagine that the hard, constant pounding it provided would be relentless.  With Joe bound the way he was, there was absolutely no escape for him, so it didn't surprise Harrison when he could feel the younger man begin to shake. However, since he was too busy fucking Joe's mouth, he wasn't able to see that the submissive spilt any hot chocolate on his back.

With Joe tensing due to due the stimulation of the machine and whimpering around Harrison's cock that was still buried deep in his mouth, it was just what he needed to finally find his release. With a few more pumps of his hip, Harrison pushed his whole length in one more time before he finally started to cum as a deep moan was pulled from his mouth. "Oh fuck..." Most of his cum shot straight down Joe's throat, since that's where his cock was, but he wanted to give Joe the pleasure of actually tasting him, so started to pull out so that some of his release on the younger man's tongue. After Harrison felt his orgasm subside, he pulled his softening cock from Joe's mouth and quickly tucked himself back into his pants and out of the cold air.  Now that he was taken care of, Harrison grabbed the remote and started to ease the machine that was still fucking Joe back down until it was completely off. "You did a wonderful job, so I'm very proud of you." Harrison went back to lightly running his fingers through Joe's hair to show his appreciation. "But now let's see if you've earned yourself a reward."

Joe tried his best not to move too much, his mind trying to focus as much as he could, with what few working cells it still had in controlling his body not to shake so much, but his climax was spreading through him like flashfire, every muscle, every nerve, every bone getting ready for the big implosion that was soon to come. And if having his mouth and ass abused in the most delicious way wasn't enough,  a lust induced fog covered his eyes when he felt the warmth of Harrison's cum pouring down his throat, string after string of his hot seed, feeding him, and he swallowed every single drop of it with content. He opened his mouth wider when the other started to pull back and stick his tongue out, moaning as it was perfectly coated with what remained of his release.

"Oh fuck.. mm... Thank you, sir... Thank you- ahh- ngg... fuck--" His few seconds of perfect bliss were cut short from the reminder of still having his ass being rammed by the machine. He nearly whimpered when he saw Harrison tucking himself inside his pants, but he couldn't blame him, because even if his own skin was now blazing hot, he still remembered it was quite cold outside. He was still shaking when the machine was completely turned off, his own orgasm lurking under his skin, but he kept it down as best as he could by pressing his thighs together tight. He looked at him and smiled, the praise sounding like the sweetest melody to him, and he leaned his head against the strong, but gentle touch of his hand. "Thank you, sir... mm... I hope- I really hope I did good by you. I hope not to let you down now..." He was still unsure of how much chocolate he had spilled, and he was hoping that it hadn't been that much.

When Joe mentioned that he hoped he hadn't let him down, Harrison looked down softly at the kneeling submissive and once again stroked his hand through the younger man's hair. "You were exceptionally good for me for me, so I'm very proud and I know that Javi would be proud of you as well. No matter how much hot chocolate got spilt, you haven't and won't let me down. And we already know that you didn't cum during the scene, so you've already avoided the harshest punishment." Harrison reached down to take the cup that Joe was holding in his front hand before moving around and picking up the one that he held by his back. After he had both cups, Harrison walked over to the table that he had them place in the courtyard and set them on the table since he wanted them on a level surface to fairly judge the levels in each cup. Once he had the results, he turned around and approached Joe once again.

"Just as I expected, you passed with flying colors." Harrison grinned down at Joe as he walked around behind the other man and bent down to slowly pull the dildo from his hole. While he was down there, he also undid the ropes that were bound around Joe's legs, but didn't remove any from his upper body. Now that Joe's legs were free, Harrison helped him to stand up, making sure to go slowly to get all the blood properly flowing to his extremities again. Once they were both standing up, Harrison then slowly lead Joe over to the table before laying him down on it on his back with his feet up on the edge of the table since Harrison wanted easy access to Joe's cock and ass. With the submissive in position on the table, Harrison walked over to grab the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount of it into his hand. Now with his hand slicked up, Harrison reached out and slowly wrapped it around Joe's cock and began to stroke him slowly. Since orgasm denial was also on Joe's list, Harrison figured he'd bring the younger man to the edge several times before he got his final reward.

Joe breathed with relief when Harrison said he had done good, at least so far, then chuckled and his head, not shaking so much now that the machine had been turned off. "I think that was even more difficult that me not spilling the chocolate, sir..." he said with a soft giggle, then watched ins silence while he took the cups from him and placed them on the counter to examine if he had indeed past the given order of not spilling it. He swallowed hard while waiting for the results, and he looked up at the Dominant with big, puppy eyes, then his face broke into a bright smile when he told him that he had indeed done everything good.  "Thank you, sir!" he said, honestly happy about it, then hissed a little when the dildo was finally pulled out of him. He was a bit confused as to why his arms were still tied to his body after he undid the ropes of his legs, but he wasn't about to bring that up just now.

"God... Thank you, sir" he said yet again when he helped him on his feet, even holding him up for a moment while his legs regained some feeling back, and at first he didn't even saw, or realized where he was been led to, his mind still dazed with everything that had just happened. But the moment he was made to lay down on the table, with his feet resting on the edge of it, it hit him. It was his reward. "Sir.... fuck... ah... ohmyg- mm..." he moaned, his head falling back when his hand moved with so much ease on his cock, already painfully hard and oozing; but he had experience with being impatient and coming without permission, and as sure as he hell, he wasn't going to let that to the case that day. With his arms tied the way they were, there wasn't much movement he could do, so instead he simply did a slow, small roll of his hips, so his cock felt more thoroughly stroked inside Harrison's skillful hand. "Oh.. mm... so good, sir... oh.. thank you, thank you... mmm..."

Harrison kept his initial strokes slow and steady along Joe's hard length as he watched the submissive closely for any signs that he was getting close to his release. His hand steadily sped up as his eyes greedily took in the sight below him. Joe was undeniably an  attractive person, and Harrison always loved watching a needy submissive receiving both pain and pleasure by his own hands. The speed of his hand continued to increase until he felt Joe tense up, and he quickly wrapped his fingers around the base of Joe's cock and squeezed, cutting off any potential orgasm. "I'm sure you already realize this, but you're not allowed to cum until I tell you to."

He allowed Joe a few moments to calm down before his hand started to glide over Joe's shaft once more. Harrison briefly changed the hand that he was using to work Joe's cock, but that was only to transfer some of the lube to it. Once the fingers of his other hand were nice and slick, Harrison wrapped his other hand back around Joe's cock while he reached down to ease his fingers inside of the younger man's hole. It didn't take Harrison long to find Joe's most sensitive spot, so he began to massage the already abused area. Once again, Harrison watched Joe closely and once again, when he saw and felt the other man's body start to tense up too much, Harrison wrapped his tightly around the base of Joe's cock. "I don't think I'm done with you just quite yet..."

The faster the Dominant's hand moved on his cock, the more could Joe feel like needles inside his groin, pinching their way to the surface, battling to break free, and the more he felt that, the more his back arched from the table, his feet the only thing keeping his steady on the flat surface, since both his arms were still tied up; his feet, and also the strong hold the man had on his cock, which was basically keeping him down, like an anchor. But there was a moment when he could feel the sting, the heat was becoming too much, and he grunted, trying his best to push it down himself; that was until Harrison squeezed the light out of his peeking orgasm with his strong fist. "Oh... god, fuck.. ahh... mm..." he cursed out loud, the burn from that sudden retraction even more hurtful than the previous stings. He groaned and moaned, then he fixed his eyes on Harrison's, his pain soon giving way to the ecstasy that was being completely under the other man's control.

It didn't take Joe much to know that he had no control on when he could come, so with that in mind, he took a deep breath and calm himself enough, even if he was still a bit shaky, to allow the other man to continue. Barely being able to speak properly, he closed his eyes and surrendered once again under his ministrations, this time with the added thrill of his thick fingers inside his ass. That made a choked cry to came out of him, not so much for hurt, but because of how much the whole pent up heat was making his body extra sensitive, specially once he found his prostate and fondled it will. That pushed him near the edge even quicker than before, but with his firm squeeze, Harrison once again put him straight. "Sir... mmm... please... god... I beg you... fuck, I wanna cum so bad... please..." He bit his lip down and looked at him with dark, lustful eyes. "Fuck me... please, sir... fuck me..."

While having a needy submissive under his command was always a joy, having a needy and begging one just made it so much more better, and Joe was quite the beautiful beggar. However, just because the younger man was pleading to Harrison, didn't mean he'd give into his request just quite yet. Harrison had already seen just how much the submissive could endure, so he wanted to push him a bit further. He tighten his grip on Joe's cock as he continued work his hand over it, and eased a third finger into Joe to give him the fullness that the younger man seemed to need so badly. For the third time in a row, Harrison observed Joe's body closely and once again, Harrison wrapped his fingers around the base of Joe's cock and squeezed right when he felt the other man was close to his release. While he stopped pumping his fingers into Joe's hole, he still kept them buried deep and right against his prostrate. "Not yet... I still think you can hold out a little bit longer."

After allowing Joe a few more minutes to calm down, Harrison started to thrust his fingers back into the younger man's body and resumed working his other hand along Joe's length. Since he already knew that he was going to allow Joe finished this time around, Harrison made his strokes hard and fast with a small twist at the end around the head of Joe's cock. Finally, when he felt Joe's body tense up one more time, Harrison buried his fingers deep inside of Joe and began to directly massage his prostrate. "Go ahead and be a good boy and cum for me."

Joe downright screamed when Harrison added a third finger into the mix, his body now so overwhelmed with all different kinds of sensations, especially with the Dominant not even moving hos fingers inside of him, but touching his prostate just right, that was what simply came out of him, a cry, so guttural and almost wild, that he didn't remember having made ever before. And as soon as the Dominant knew he was about to fall apart again, with a firm squeeze of his hand he pulled him right back. It was the most cruel, and the hottest game and cat and mouse you could ever think of.

This time, while the other man gave him his time to calm down, a couple of tears fell from the corner of his eyes, not from pain or sadness, but it was simply the way his now trembling body was reacting, and he had now control to stop any of it. "Oh.. my- fuckkk!!" he screamed again when Harrison's hand moved fast, and his fingers fondled his prostate like that. His eyes rolled to white, his back arching up from the table, and the moment he heard those words spoken by the other, not two seconds passed before he was coming hard in his hand, a choked cry coming from his lips, his body jerking while rope after rope of hot slick coated the man's hand, and also his own stomach.

Watching Joe writhe in a mixture of pleasure and pain was exhilarating, and he could only imagine what Joe was feeling when he was finally able to climax after having it built up so much. Harrison continued to stroke Joe through his orgasm, milking everything last drop out of him, before he finally pulled his fingers from inside of Joe and released the grip he had on his cock. "Once again you did wonderful job, so I'm very proud of you." He reached over on the table to pick up one of the towels that he requested and cleaned the mess from off his hand and Joe's stomach. When the were both cleaned, Harrison carefully helped Joe sit up on the table so that he could remove the remaining rope around the top half of the younger man's body.  Once all the rope was finally off, Harrison gently massaged Joe's arms and shoulders so that the blood could start flowing freely once again.

"Let's get you on your feet." Harrison helped Joe stand and didn't remove his hands from Joe's body until he felt that the other man was somewhat steady.  Only then did he leave the submissive's side to go grab the robe that he had the school provide for them. He wrapped Joe in the soft fabric and then grabbed two new cups and poured them both a glass of hot chocolate before handing one of the cups to the other man. Harrison knew that Javi was close, but out of Joe's eyesight, so he motioned for the other Dominant to come over to pick up Joe. As they waited for Joe's escort to arrive, Harrison turned back to the submissive. "I want to thank you for trusting me with this scene even though we don't know each other. You did a great job throughout all of it, and once again, I'm very proud of you. When you and Javi's claim is official, make sure you come by the restaurant and celebrate with dinner on the house. " 

Joe squeezed his eyes shut, willing his body to come down from that seeming never ending rush that he seemed to be trapped in. Both that, and Harrison's perfect and knowingly way to working him through his high, then slowing his pace until he stopped, it all worked well into calming him enough to open his eyes and take a deep breath. "God... mm... Thank you, sir... Thank you..." He hummed happily while he was cleaned up, then grunted just a little when he was made to sit up, but it felt good to be on a horizontal position, especially after having the ropes removed off him completely. He couldn't help the way his head rested on the man's shoulder while he was rubbing his arms and shoulders to get the muscles to work properly again.

Standing on his feet proved to be more challenging, with his legs feeling like jelly, but with the help of the man's strong hold, he knew he was safe from falling down. He was thankful for the robe, and even more for the hot chocolate that was given to him, since the cold was also keeping his muscles rather numb, and he wasted no time before he was taking a good sip of it. "And I thank you too, sir... For being cool enough to offer your experience to the school for this, and I'm glad I got to be the one who experienced it." He chuckled softly. "Sir, trust me- You'll be out guest of honor at our party when we get our claim accepted" he said with a fond smile. He didn't notice the moment when Harrison motion Javi to come over, but he did notice the moment his boyfriend got there, and a bright, big smile came to his face, just as Javi picked him in his arms with ease, holding him close and warm against his chest and inside the robe. He didn't even hear what the two Doms talked about briefly, being busy with burying his face on his lover's neck; but the moment Javi started to walk towards the dorms building, Joe waved at Harrison, the fond smile never leaving his face.

END SCENE.

[kazxraval]

The beating was enough to knock him loopy. Restrained, nothing to see with the bag over his head, and no way to fight back. Fitting, he supposed, that his past returned to do the damage.

The present stood in the room too. A wild and beautiful wilderness named Emre. Worth the try to get out of there. To get Emre out of there, regardless if Emre would always be able to handle himself. Superior to Kaz, who had been conditioned to throw a punch but also to take one. Which he did (or more precisely, a kick to the head). He lost consciousness.

--

Georgie's march ground to a halt. Her hand lifted to near her head, but stayed far from the wet hock that began to dribble from the start of her braid to the skin of her neck. Feroze, as if waiting for the chance, swept in to slam a fist into Emre's stomach.

Fucking organ shifter! A tart smile twisted to face Emre. She sing-songed. 'Wishing you'd gone to dinner now, don't you.'

--

Kaz woke onboard another ship, this one lean and large. Designed for fancy floating parties and overnights around the San Juan islands. His pulse pounded in his temples and he uttered a disappointed fuck. Hands lifted to cradle the ache in his head, but the wrists were zip tied together.

Though not his feet, and he stood with a groan. Kaz found himself in a small room somewhere mid-deck, perhaps once a bedroom. A few slams of the shoulder into the locked door racked his bones with additional pain.

Vision was watery, blurry from pain in his head. He squinted to look out one of the windows. The boat swayed but had not pulled away from the island yet. As Kaz studied the dark scene outside, something dropped in front of the window and made a big splash into the water. He smiled.

The window was examined for escape. Same with the zip tie, as Kaz worked to yank his wrists apart hard enough to snap the binding.

Footsteps were heard on deck. Heavy and directionless, quick and frantic. Feroze's walkie-talkie fired off outside the door, muffled by distance and walls (warnings of missing crew members, an urgency to set sail). The engine engaged, and the ship began its calm slide away from the dock and towards the horizon.

Georgie knocked on the door anxiously. 'Kaz, Kaz, there's something I need to--' "Where is he?" He rammed his body at the door, and the hinges yelped under the impact. A deep bellow, after he'd thrown himself once more at the door. "WHERE. IS. HE! Where is he!"

She jumped away from the violent smack on the door and subsequent twisting of the door handle from the inside, her mouth open soundlessly. Stunned for a few seconds. Georgie shouted back to be heard. 'Stop it. STOP IT! Kaz! Feroze talked to your mother. She said you're dead. You're supposed to be dead!'

He paused with a panted breath. "I am dead, Georgina. She's right. Now fucking let me out of here."

Georgie stepped cautiously closer. 'You're so angry. You'll hurt me.' She shook her head, voice residing in the higher, most innocent register. 'When all I want to do is help. I said it back there, in the restaurant. I was trying to help, Kaz. I really was.'

Kaz's voice fell lower into his chest, silk-smooth and with a subtle smile. "I only ever hurt you when you begged me to. When it felt good, for both of us." A quick glance at the window, where the island retreated rapidly. Shit. Further away from Emre, he thought.

Or was he, how the hell could he know where Emre was? One of Georgie's skills was to lie. With compulsion, to stand by the highest and most unbelievable piles of bullshit and swear how sweetly it smelled. "Georgie. Open the door." Sudden calm carried through his words. "Because you know I'll break it down if I have to. And if he's hurt at all, I will come for you."

There was a shout down to Georgie, which Kaz couldn't hear too clear (Georgina! Captain's cabin please, we've got a problem!). Anger flooded her expression-- for Kaz's warning or the unexpected interruption, or both. Georgie stalked off with only a glare Kaz couldn't see. Once her footsteps faded, he set about using himself again to knock the door lock out of the frame.

Kaz creeped as fast and as stealthy as possible down the cramped corridors of the boat. While internally, all he wanted to do was scream: EMRE! Weirdly, he also began to notice that the cautious sneaking around wasn't entirely necessary. Few voices were now heard, and he began to wonder if he was on a ghost ship.

On deck, he crouched along a railing, out of sight. Whidbey behind them, course set for the north. A small life raft was attached to the side, but useless compared to the large vessel and crew aboard. Kaz imagined a plummet off the side and into the water, but he'd freeze before making it to land. And then what?

He thought of something black and wide that fell into the water from above. Emre. His heart registered before his brain. Emre was onboard, he had to be. As he heard someone approach, Kaz dove into a supply closet to find a weapon.

Ah. So Georgina did feel some type of possessiveness about Kaz, it seemed. Even after more than a decade - after what, 15, 16 years now? She wanted to be in charge of Kaz. She even acquired a lookalike in that Feroze bloke - young and strong and a proper prick.

Priti still didn't like her? Why did that matter? Emre couldn't imagine Kaz bringing this Georgina woman home to meet the parents. And sadly, Emre couldn't imagine Kaz's parents giving a fuck one way or another, about who did what to Kaz outside their so-called home. But was there some long-standing beef there, and Kaz was some kind of odd lynchpin holding this rivalry together? Estranged mum vs crazy girlfriend?

Good for her. Kaz's comment couldn't be more dry and lacking in feeling than a hot desert sun.

In their brief, perhaps foolish moment of respite, Kaz took time to explain geography to Emre - who knew the locations but couldn't mentally place them on any American map. Emre smiled, unable to help himself as Kaz slid easily from education to tease. Maybe Emre was also thinking about Iyaz at the moment, maybe not. Because he murmured without thinking, "I love you, so much."

Kaz insisted that Georgie wasn't the mastermind behind all of this, and another theory sprouted in Emre's mind - not about versus and more about necessity. That same connection through a missing son, a disappeared (ex?)boyfriend. Emre nodded about the health thing, taking note. "We'll sort it after we escape. Maybe I should wash the bloody thing off, yeah."

Escape turned out unfeasible. And then Kaz got punished for it, it sent Emre into a panicked if somewhat impotent rage. All he cared about was seeing Kaz alive. He knew Kaz likely took beatings, many beatings, especially after learning there was no safe place, not even a home. He knew Kaz had the survival capabilities that could probably evade a nuclear bomb. But Emre needed to see and make sure.

Georgina promising she did care about him. She cared so much, she hurt him. The thought stuck in Emre's throat like a razor, watching Kaz getting hauled up, barely conscious. A bloody hood on his head. Emre's attention sharp as he fell silent, let himself be pinned, and watched only Kaz. Georgie helpfully pointed to Kaz's destination. They were to be separated; despite Georgina's complaints about them wasting time, this was her plan all along. Fuck her, then.

Kaz so barely conscious, he had to be carried out - but he was carried, like precious cargo destined to a boat. Emre bobbed along between the guards, ignoring Georgina's questions but suddenly realizing where this was all headed. He gobbed blood and saliva at the back of Georgina's head. "If you're gonna do it, then do it. I don't have to tell you fuck all, slag."

And there it was: what Emre belatedly realized, seconds before they got to the kitchen. "Fucking organ shifter!" Emre could see the doctor - a dead-eyed balding man preparing a needle - and Georgie making her grand exit. The medical tools prepared, restraining straps on the exam table and dental chair.

And Emre realized something else, too: in his 4, 5 years on the island, he'd gone soft. Relaxed and reshaped his mind and muscles towards farming, not hunting. Adjusted his scruples to fit a society that cared about him - as a human being, if not a friend. A wild animal domesticated, gone docile. A part of his brain he'd put to a gentle sleep suddenly woke up, acrid and sour. And it blanketed the rest of his conscience with a floury white blanket.

The guards only needed two seconds to let go of one arm to strap him in. That was all Emre needed when he slammed his forehead into one guard's nose, and snatched a scalpel off the table. A smooth arc to slice the other guard - right across his eyes. Emre slid off the table, snatching a screaming guard's knife from his utility belt (similar to the one Parker apparently had and wore everywhere??? how????) and booted the eyeless man to one side for now, twisting to stab the broken-nose one in the neck, jerking it back out in a spray of blood. Helping himself to that guard's knife, he turned to the doctor.

"I'm just a doctor!" the man pleaded, his trembling hands up; and those were his last words.

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It was late evening when Emre reached the boat, thankfully still there. Emre knew he only had minutes, but he hadn't seen anyone on his path from the kitchen to the dock. Good - no alarms raised. They'd all assumed Emre was a done deal, death under a scalpel with barely a whimper. He wasn't even sure if they'd loaded Kaz onto the boat yet...and maybe Georgina was fibbing about that anyway? Emre made his way up a gangplank, slicing the throat of another guard and lobbing the body into the water. The bodyarmour made it sink.

No firearms on anyone, which was interesting. Maybe they'd run out of bullets. He crouched on the deck and waited, watching the dock and banking on two options. Either Kaz would be carried by on land to some other destination - but Emre didn't think Georgina would bother trying to trick Emre. She didn't think much of him, beyond potential for organ farming. She just wanted Emre to see Kaz leaving.

Other option, was that Kaz was already on the boat, and it was just a matter of time before they set sail. On the open water, navigating between these tall-treed, misty, dark islands, then Emre would strike. If they were transporting Kaz somewhere, Emre did want to know where; but he wanted Kaz more.

And given everything she said and Kaz's obstinate impression of her, Emre felt sure: where ever Kaz was, Georgie would be with him. And Emre would save her for last.

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༻ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝟏/𝟑)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | 6’6” Steve, feral behaviour/feral!steve, nomad!steve, fluff, scientist!reader, size difference, manhandling, soft!steve but also possessive!steve, gentle giant!steve, he doesn’t have the best grammar but he’s trying, disney vibes but no talking animals or musical numbers.

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𝗔/𝗡 | and I present to you, soft!tarzan!Steve. not fully proofread, all mistakes are my own.

˗ˏˋ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Checking under your bed once more, you hope for a miracle, but it looks the same, clean and tidy. Standing up on your feet, you prop your hands on your hips, observing the tent again.

You were one of the lucky ones who didn’t have to share a pod, but your ‘room’ was on the smaller side. Only enough space for a small foldable rack for your clothes, a single cot and a desk with a chair.

Over your stay, you tried to make it homier. Hanging small dried flowers from the jungle, and polaroids of you and your team, but it still felt so temporary. You suppose that’s the point. This expedition was only for four weeks.

It was an honour to be offered a spot on the first research mission, you rushed to pack since you only had two days to gather your belongings for the one month on a freshly discovered island that was untouched by civilization, science, everything. Covered with trees as tall as skyscrapers, thick vines hanging from the branches and the ground sprouting plants you’ve never seen before. New species of flora and fauna and other organisms.

You wonder who would even think to steal your little scarf. The fabric was probably reeking of your smell, after all, you’ve tied it around your head to keep your sweat from dripping down your face and, to be honest, the pattern wasn’t the prettiest. Mixed with stubborn dirt and grime from your stay on the island, it was more of a rag than a scarf.

But you loved it dearly, and now it was missing.

Perhaps Tony or Dr. Banner would know where to look, they stayed in camp yesterday while you went into the jungle with a team. Walking to the canopy, you try to block the late afternoon sun. It was brutal, the hot temperature and humid air, there was never a time you weren’t sweating. And you enjoyed it.

For science and your career, it was worth it. The cherry on top is able to experience nature at its purest form, unscathed by humanity.

The noises of the surrounding tropical forest welcome you. The leaves brushing against each other, the faraway wildlife, the distant sound of the ocean, all of which you bask in. It was a fresh change from the bustling city of Manhattan.

“Where’s Dr. Banner?”

Tony’s eyes are locked on the projector screen, his fingers swiping as he sips from a smoothie. “Hm?”

“Have you seen Dr. Banner?” You question.

His desk, similar to the one back in the tower, is littered with documents and various Stark technology. Tony couldn’t focus on one thing at once. He claimed he had a system, no one else knew it, but he did and that was all that mattered. So you let him be.

“No. He’s probably still sleeping, he didn’t get back until two in the morning.” He answers absentmindedly.

That was unlike Dr. Banner. “Why was he out so late?”

Tony’s eyes bulge, fingers faltering before he clears his throat. He closes the projection, spinning around to face you. “You know, doc, I think Peter needs your help with the new results from the river sample. Something about the PH levels being all over the place—he’s on the south side of camp. Just take one of those jeeps and you’ll be there in a jiffy.”

Did he think you were stupid? By the way that he was studying you, he must’ve thought you were dim.

You slowly nod, stepping backward. “Uh, sure, I’ll go meet him now.”

“Great! Tell the kid he deserves a break afterward too. At this rate, his brain will be fried by the time we go back home.”

As you walk toward the jeeps, you take one of the keys. Glancing over your shoulder, Tony is still staring at you. He waves with an exaggerated smile, one that you return. You can’t help but suspect the worst as you drive to the south end.

What was he hiding so terribly? Were you even doing research here? You must be, there were a lot of you and everyone was divided into teams to ensure efficient work during the stay. Tony hasn’t hid things from you before. Over the endless nights spent in labs together, running over theories and experimenting, the two of you were quite close.

Well, maybe he did hide things from you, but he didn’t hide them well. And you were going to find out why.

You take a turn and go down one of the dirt roads, waving to security as you pass by. The camp gets further away as you drive down the narrow and the ride is bumpy as you traverse the uneven terrain.

The longer you drive, the more you feel guilty. Maybe there was nothing and you were overthinking. It wouldn’t be the first time Tony has acted strangely since you got here, maybe it was the isolation, he didn’t have all of his gadgets here, in particular, his drone that delivered his lattes or maybe he missed Pepper. You missed your home, hell, you missed your neighbour who played the electric guitar until the early morning hours.

It was all a hunch. Simple as that.

Fine, I’ll go back, you decide. As you drive over a rough bump, you spot the faint beige of another jeep through the trees. There wasn’t anyone in or near it, nor could you hear anything. You park your jeep to the side and approach the vehicle.

Hanging from the rearview mirror is Dr. Banner’s laminated badge, his ID attached to the lanyard.

A sinking feeling appears in your stomach, there’s no doubt in your mind that Tony was hiding something now.

Curiosity tends to get the better of everyone, including you.

The sounds of nature offer comfort, as does the shade of the tall trees from the burning rays, but it’s futile against your wandering thoughts. Instead of calling out for him, you set off to track him down. If there was something you weren’t supposed to know about, you’d rather sneakily find out than give him a chance to hide or run away.

Following the footprints in the moist dirt, you maneuver through the overgrown roots and vines. Bugs fly into your face, birds sing and little frogs hop about. On the tall branches above your head, there are a few cute chimpanzees, they make soft hoot noises as you pass.

As the minutes draw out, you don’t even know how long you’ve been walking. The boot prints were becoming tougher to track and the sun was getting lower, taking the warmth and light with it.

At least you could get back easily, just follow your footsteps the other way, but you couldn’t see anything without a light. And, you’d hate to be lost in the jungle at night. Who knows what predators lurk in the darkness.

As you come up to a clearing, a shiver ghosts over your heated skin and you freeze. Heart hammering in your chest, beating against your ribs, sending the vibrations straight to your head. You’re crossed between feeling confusion or alarm.

Dr. Banner is sitting on a log, glasses perched on the tip of his nose and intently watching something. His notepad and pen are abandoned next to him as he speaks so quietly you can’t hear him.

There is another man with him. A head full of blond hair, long enough that it curls at the base of his neck and blocks his face from your view. He’s fumbling with something in his hands, crotched to the ground with his neck craned low.

A moment later, the beast of a man stands to his full height and your jaw drops. His Herculean physique yanks the oxygen from your throat as the powerful muscles shift under the smooth skin of his back, rippling with every move. Oh, his body, buff arms that could probably punch straight through a tree trunk, broad and vast shoulders that tapered into his narrow waist, leading down to his thick thighs. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, the old, tattered brown loincloth shielding his groin—it was hanging by a thread.

In his big hands, he holds the object to the light. A colourful cube of six solid colours, it’s dwarfed by his huge palms, but more importantly, it’s solved.

Dr. Banner smiles the widest you’ve ever seen, the laugh that escapes him is full of wonder and disbelief. He holds up his hand, and the blond man looks at it, then tilts his head. Dr. Banner says something, then takes the other man’s free hand and slaps their palms together in a high-five.

Then, the unknown man does the most adorable thing, he drops the Rubix cube, smiles and claps.

In an instant, you’re as captivated as Dr. Banner. Eyes wide in fascination, interest blooming deep within you, but it quickly transforms into fear.

The giant goes rigid, his nose pointing high in the air before his head snaps directly to you.

His features are just as chiselled as his body, although he’s sporting a thick beard and moustache, you can see his prominent cheekbones and his strong clenched jaw. His eye colour is unknown, but his glare is dark and threatening. Eyebrows furrowed aggressively as he scowls, shiny teeth showing between his pink lips.

Dr. Banner’s face goes pale, eyes as wide as the moon. He calls out to you and reaches out, taking one step.

But the blond stranger stands in front of him, veiny arm pushing the doctor behind him protectively. His face screwed menacingly as he growls loudly. Either it rumbled the ground or your legs were trembling.

You spin around and break into a full-blown sprint, arms pumping by your sides as leaves and branches scratch you, undoubtedly tearing your skin. You can hear the blood rushing through your ears, muffing the heavy footsteps that are right on your tail.

An ear-splitting scream escapes you when you’re tackled to the ground, crashing with a thump and whacking your wrist on a rock. Immediately, you start screeching, desperately crawling away but you’re abruptly flipped over and pinned, a warm hand over your mouth. You feebly shove at the man’s chest as he straddles you. His weight flattens you to the ground until your legs are as useless as your arms that he restrains above your head.

Thoughts running a mile a minute, you forget about Dr. Banner. You’re not only physically immobilized by the giant man, but his sparkling blue eyes imprison you. The rich cerulean framed by thick eyelashes, surveying raptly.

Then, he draws closer and his breath fans over your face. You can count every freckle on his face, the faded scars too. He licks his lips, breathing in sharply.

Your emotions are all over the place, traces of terror and awe mixed with that familiar tingle you haven’t felt in a long time. A heat blossoms between your thighs and it’s all because of this giant above you.

The man drops completely on you, your squeal silenced by his hand. His face nuzzles yours, nose burying into your hair as he smells you. His hips press down harder, oh, and you can feel that he has absolutely nothing under that loincloth. Grunting, he softly rubs his skin on yours, appreciative rumbles vibrating his naked chest as he switches to the other side of your head and repeats the action.

That tingle flourishes into dampness in your panties. Squeezing your eyes shut tightly in shame, you half pray someone comes to save you or just leave you here to be affectionately smothered to death by this god.

A shout of your name has you flung back to reality, you wildly buck your hips and scream again. The giant is still unmoving above you, nothing but a grunt and his hands tighten, his hips forcing yours to the ground.

“Steven! Get off her!”

The man-beast stiffens and growls, this time it was more intense than his previous. His head lifts from your neck, and he blinks at you like a puppy, before licking from your jaw to your cheek.

Your squeaks are muffled as his tongue trails down your neck and he begins nuzzling there, pressing open-mouthed kisses. You squirm, managing to free one of your wrists before pushing his chest with all your might. Okay, maybe you should hit the gym because the stranger only moves one inch, but even that was stretching it.

“Steven, let her go. She’s friendly,” Dr. Banner’s voice is clearer now, calm but cautious. “Friend.” He emphasizes.

Steven was his name. Steven was the mostly naked man mounted above you, assaulting your neck like an animal.

“Smells good.” Steven’s voice sends heat shooting through your body. A deep rasp and a heavy, almost commanding tone. “So good.”

He takes his hand from your mouth, only to rub your noses together softly. An enthusiastic hum comes from his throat, he pulls away and actually smiles. The setting sunshine framing his head like a halo, oh, this man is an angel.

The night sky must be empty because the stars were twinkling in his eyes.

“Steven, off. Now.”

Slowly, Steven releases you. His hands brush over your clothes curiously as he stands to his full height. When Dr. Banner steps closer with his arm outstretched, Steven grunts. His fists clenched as his arms flex and this time, his terrifying glare isn’t set on you, it’s set on Dr. Banner.

“No.” The giant snaps, shoving the other man back. Firm enough that Dr. Banner staggers into a vine, he holds onto it for support. “Don’t touch.”

Dr. Banner gulps, reaching for the walkie-talkie on his belt. His wary eyes land on you before he coaxes the giant. “She’s hurt, look at her arm.”

Steven’s frown deepens when he sees your swollen wrist cradled to your chest. Your startled eyes meet his, and he crouches next to you. He’s still so big like this but the softness in his eyes wraps around you like a heavy weighted blanket.

“Hurt?”

“Oh… uh, sprained, I think.” He doesn’t reply, only gives you another clueless quirk of his eyebrows. You rush to correct yourself in simpler terms. “Yes, yes. I’m hurt… Ouch.” You add but regret it instantly.

“Help?” Steven questions.

Dr. Banner sighs in relief, smiling at you. “Yes, I’ll call some help right now.” He speaks into the walkie quietly, looking away.

“I will help. No other help.” Steven declares, rough hands quickly lifting you from the ground with ease.

“Oh!” You sway from the abruptness, thankful to be back on your feet. But that’s snatched away when you’re swept off the ground and hauled into his muscular arms.

“Only my help,” Steven vows, adjusting his grip on you. He looks down at you and tilts his head, “Good?”

Your arms wrap around his neck, his intoxicating musk filling your lungs and you press your lips together tightly, just barely stopping the whimper that escapes you. It felt like a dream, being mauled by a handsome rugged man, who rubbed, licked and kissed all over your face and neck.

If it was a dream, you hoped you didn’t wake up anytime soon.

“You good?” He repeats. “Ready?”

“Yes, I’m good. But ready for—” You yelp as Steven takes off running.

You’re like a ragdoll in his arms, limbs flailing and head bobbing harshly. His speed leaves Dr. Banner in the dust, the man freaking out as Steven carries you deeper into the jungle.

“Steven!” You exclaim, trying to see over his shoulder, only catching a glimpse of Dr. Banner’s distressed face before it disappears behind a thick bush. “Stop!”

“I will help.” The giant shushes, and weaves through trees and vines, jumping over rocks effortlessly. His breathing remains controlled, fingers digging into your flesh.

The wind wisps against your cheeks as you bury your face in Steven’s chest, clinging to him, dearly hoping he won’t trip and tumble with you in his arms. Your nails are probably piercing into his skin, but he doesn’t say anything, only slowing to a light jog.

You feel fingers prodding at your face, “Open.”

With uncertainty, you slowly unburrow yourself from his hard chest, peeking one eye open.

For the third time today, you almost get a heart attack. A huge trunk is before your face, it curls up and touches Steven’s head before moving away. The owner of the trunk is a graceful creature, quiet and its big eyes meet yours.

An elephant, an adult elephant—it was so quiet. Such a huge animal exists in utter silence.

As the animal starts walking away, Steven sets you down and follows.

You stand there dumbly for a moment, watching them step into the wide-open clearing, into the sunshine. Tentatively, you trail after them, pushing aside vines and branches, the dirt squishing beneath your boots.

The clearing is picturesque. Shades of green and beige grass over gentle hills, a few trees of different sizes scattered around, their shadows dancing on the earth.

“Come, she is friendly.” Steven beckons, his hand petting the massive elephant with gentle strokes. “Friend.”

Timidly, you obey, fingertips barely brushing the rough skin. An audible gasp escapes you as the animal nudges your hand, leaning into it. You can’t help but laugh, the bubbly feeling stripping away your hesitation, replacing it with that familiar childlike amazement.

“She has a baby. Over there.” Steven beams, pointing to the rest of the herd. Amongst the elephants were a few calves, playing and tumbling over their trunks.

You giggle. “They’re so cute.”

Steven blinks, “Cute?”

Right. He wouldn’t know that word, he probably doesn’t know a lot of words. It’s obvious he’s spent a great amount of time in the jungle, judging by his stature, clothing and behaviour, he’s been here most, if not all of his life.

“It’s when something is endearing, pretty, or delightful,” You try to put it in simple terms, “It makes you feel pleased, good… in a soft way.”

“Cute.” He tests.

“Yes, cute.”

Steven points to your chest, licking his lips. “You, cute.”

You’re about to thank him, but you look down. The buttons of your shirt have popped off, undoubtedly from being attacked to the ground. Since you didn’t wear a bra because laundry day wasn’t until tomorrow, your breasts were completely exposed. Jesus, they’re in his face! Embarrassment floods as you think how long you’ve been like this. Oh no, did Dr. Banner see?

You quickly cover yourself, humiliated, holding your shirt closed to the collar. “Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

“No, don’t—” You quickly cut yourself off. Steven was old enough to swear, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, but should he curse if he doesn’t know what the words mean?

“What is fuck?”

You take a slow breath, desperately wishing the world would offer a break. You’d take anything to get out of this situation. “It’s a curse word. People say it when they’re angry, frustrated or upset, or when something goes wrong.”

“You’re angry.”

“I’m frustrated. Do you have clothes?” Your mouth snaps shut as you scan over his very lovely body, almost getting distracted again. It’s unlikely he has much more than what he’s wearing. “Nevermind.”

“Clothes are at home.”

You almost jump up in victory, “Oh, thank goodness! Where’s home?”

Steven points behind him into the vast jungle, the tall trees and dangling vines blurring in the distance. The faint roar of a creature causes that familiar fear to arise again. Just beyond that treeline were animals who could hurt you, or even worse, kill you and haul your corpse somewhere to never be seen again.

This was a deep wilderness, further than your team ever explored. These animals have never seen another human other than Steven, who knows what they’d do to you. You didn’t even have anything to defend yourself.

Like nature had eyes of its own, it felt like it was judging you. Plotting your demise, or maybe the sun was making you lose your mind.

Steven steps in front of you, blocking you from the mass of trees and faceless predators. “I’ll protect you. Keep cute lady safe.” The determination in his face almost makes your legs weak. Command in his commitment as he stands with squared shoulders, eyebrows knitted tight. “Okay?”

With a single nod, Steven hauls you into his arms again. Again, your protests fall on deaf ears as he carries you across the clearing.

“I can walk, Steven.”

His steps halt as he glances down at you and his hair falls over his eyes. “I know…”

“So, let me walk.” Wiggling until he sets you on the ground, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “I appreciate the chivalry but you don’t need to treat me like a damsel in distress.” He definitely has no clue what that phrase means.

Steven proves you right and makes a confused noise.

You sigh, cradling your sprained wrist. “Which way?”

The giant points forward and you tell him to lead the way—at least he understands that phrase.

You walk closely behind him. It comforted you that if anything were to happen, he was in arms reach.

You cave and ogle at his body. The muscles of his defined back, narrow waist and plump backside. This man had the build of a superhero and the face of an angel. How could he be real? Ugh, even his walk was attractive. And he had no shoes.

You want him to maul you all over again. Nearly starving for it. Also, you were actually starving, given that you missed breakfast too.

Spotting a vibrant fruit hanging from a low branch, as if it was waiting for you, you walk towards it and pluck it off. After giving the orange a quick once over, you start to peel it.

That was until Steven smacked your hand, the fruit falling to the ground.

“Hey!” You snap. He’s lucky it was your good hand.

“Not good.” He cringes.

Then, Steven jumps up and grips a thick branch, lifting himself up. His arms flex as he easily climbs higher on the tree. The wind flutters his loincloth and you quickly look away, but it’s too late, you’ve already seen the generous gift between his thighs. With a warmth blooming from your chest, you berate yourself for accidentally upskirting the poor man. How could you sleep knowing that Steven, the rugged, feral fella of anyone’s dream was so very blessed?

There’s a loud crack, then a branch of oranges lands on the ground a few feet from you. Following right after is Steven’s feet, his knees bent to secure his landing. He picks up the branch and begins picking the bright fruits, examining them closely and smelling them. He separates them into two different piles, each of them placed gently on the dirt.

Once the branch only has leaves, he grins up at you. “These are good, safe. Will not make you sick.” He pats a spot next to him.

You sit slowly. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” Do you, really? A little voice asks. “But, we should go back to Dr. Banner.” Helplessly looking in the direction you last saw the man, or at least where you think. The thing about the jungle, everything looked the same.

“You are hurt.”

“Yes, and Dr. Banner was going to call help.”

“Only my help.” Steven frowns and taps your head. “Do you remember? You will get my help.”

The gesture catches you off guard, how would this man know anything about the human brain?

Your theories stump when Steven holds a freshly peeled orange to your mouth, pushing it against your lips. “Open.”

He stuffs it into your mouth, chirping in victory. “I feed you?”

You swallow before speaking, giving him a gentle smile. “I’ll feed myself.”

Grabbing the fruit, you wipe the juices from your chin. It was perfectly ripe and looked delicious. Eagerly, you separate the slices and eat them one by one, a bright contrast to Steven who bit into the peeled fruit like an apple.

In seconds, his orange is gone and he reaches for another. You reach for your second when he’s on his third or fourth, and as you grab the fruit, Steven snatches it from your hand.

“Will make you sick.”

You frown, “You said it wouldn’t.”

“This,” He points to the right pile, then the left. “Not this.”

“You’re eating those ones though.” You counter and attempt to peel an orange from the safe stack, it was hard with your wrist injured.

“Don’t get sick,” Steven replies, voice gruff as he takes the fruit and peels it for you. Handing it back with a jut of his chin, “Never get sick.”

“How do you know that?”

Steven thinks for a moment, eyes darting around the surroundings. “Uh—Oh, Experience! That’s the word. Know from experience. And, Bruce too, says I will never get sick.”

“How long have you known Dr. Banner?”

The blond eats another orange messily, pieces of fruit and the juices dripping down his beard. “Metal Bruce or soft Bruce?”

Metal?

“Metal Bruce, known for long while. Met soft Bruce when bunch of people came. Huge flying things, so many people inside…”

“Did metal Bruce have this?” You point to the Stark Industries patch on your shoulder, right under your name.

“On the chest.” Steven nods, unaware of the absolute confusion clouding your head.

It, being ‘metal Bruce,’ was a bot, or whatever Tony created in that technology lab of his. Whatever it was, it met Steven long before your team arrived.

Although you were bitter and utterly bewildered by everything that’s happened from the moment you stepped out of that jeep, you weren’t angry. In this case with Steven, a man who at first glance, looks intimidatingly feral but clearly shows some signs of correct development, curiosity weighed heavy on the scale. Steven was giant in size, wild yet tamed, a mystery before you.

You almost forgot he called your boobs cute.

Once the both of you have had your fill of fresh fruit, Steven avidly eating from both piles, you set off to his home. Thankfully, you don’t come across anything too frightening. Only a few frogs you hop over and snakes dangling from branches.

When Steven comes to a stop, he unties a bunch of weaved vines from a branch. Following the vines up, there’s a structure sitting high in the tree, shrouded by thick leaves. Handmade from what you could tell, scraps and logs secured together with vines.

“Carry?”

“Up there?” You squeak.

The blond laughs. “How else do we get up?”

As his hands grip your waist, you gently push him away. “I’ll climb, it’s safer that way.”

“But, you’re still hurt.” Steven makes a face, “I don’t want cute lady to get hurt more.”

Could he get any more adorable?

“Get on. Seen mothers do this with babies.”

He spins around and kneels as you stand there. An inner debate going on in your mind, on one side he was right, climbing by yourself would be complicated with your wrist but was this any safer. Eyes bouncing between the structure and Steven, you can’t decide.

He waves, “Hurry, before tiger comes, she won’t be happy with visitor…”

In a flash, you’re wrapped around the man like a koala, Steven letting out a grunt of surprise. Hanging off him like a backpack, legs and arms firm around his neck, cautious of your wrist. Your face tucked in his neck, hiding from the ground as it gets further away, you breathe in his scent. It’s not terrible, far from it. Half expecting him to reek, he actually smells clean and natural, thickly musky.

As Steven reaches the top, he yanks the rest of the vine and sets it aside. Patting your head, “Here.”

Untangling yourself from the man, you’re immediately picked up and plopped on a plush surface. It’s a mattress, just flat on the floor and definitely not from the jungle if the pillow and bedsheets had anything to do with it.

Steven simpers, “Soft? Metal bruce gifted it long ago, along with—where is it?” He fumbles around the room, searching in makeshift cabinets and shelves.

The treehouse is quite impressive. Made of wooden slabs and logs, it was sturdy and clean. Of the four walls, one was a doorway into another room and three had windows that were draped with a fabric similar to Steven’s loincloth. The entrance was an actual door, hinges and all, that was wide open with a small landing like a porch.

What was the most surprising was the full bookshelf by the bed. Stacked with books, ranging from dictionaries to colouring books and beginner novels, even math and science. A cup of pencils and pencil crayons, a modern CD player next to a much older rusted radio.

You stand, reaching for the player but Steven pops out from a corner.

“Found! Clean.” Steven holds up a big t-shirt, “Not dirty. It’s okay?”

Relieved, you nod, “It’s perfect.”

Steven’s eyes brighten, “Perfect is… better than okay.” Then his eyes land on your hand still cradled to your chest. “First, I need a bandage for cute lady.” Then he disappears out the doorway again. But just as fast as he went, he appeared again, holding a white kit.

He sits next to you and takes your arm, delicately running his fingers over your skin, careful of your swollen wrist. Eyebrows knitted tight, he looks down at you. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you. Was—I couldn't control myself.” Blue eyes swimming with remorse, he leans closer and nuzzles your head, “Was caught off guard, and have never seen you before.”

Butterflies flutter in your stomach and your heart gushes about the man next to you. The man was straight from a steamy fictional romance novel, except he was real, as real as the clouds in the sky and the grass on the ground.

Steven makes a small grunt, nose trailing down to your face. His breath fans across your skin, “I’m sorry, please speak?”

The rumble of his words have the butterflies in your stomach transforming into hummingbirds, gentle flutters growing in speed and rattling against your ribs. “I—It’s okay.” Your heart thumps heavily, “I forgive you.”

“You do?” He pulls back, gleefully stunned. “Thank you, cute lady. Don’t want to lose a new friend so soon.”

This time, you lean into him. Pressing your cheek to his arm, his hot temperature is enough to rival that of the jungle. You blink up at him, “Will you help me now, Steven?”

It’s adorable how the giant nods enthusiastically, quickly unclasping the box and fishing out a wad of bandage. Under his breath, you hear him mutter “I have a new friend.”

“Your name is Steven,” You hesitate, tasting it on your tongue, “Do you want to be called Steven?”

He’s quiet for a moment, “Don’t know.”

“What do you want to be called? Some friends have nicknames for each other.” You inquire, earning a shrug in reply. Pondering, you watch as he carefully but efficiently wraps your wrist in the fabric. Finishing off with a knot. “Do you have a nickname or something?”

The man perks up, face lighting up like a diamond in the sky. Lunging forward, he grips your shoulders, “Yes! Steve!”

You squeak, head bouncing as he shakes you. This man was truly oblivious to his strength, you were certain he could rip you in little pieces if he desired. “Ah! O-Okay, I’ll c-call you Steve.”

“Steve!” He bubbles, lifting you off the ground and into his arms. Holding you like before with his arms hooked under your knees and around your back. He beams down at you, jerking you up to rub his cheek on yours. “I’m Steve. Who are you?”

You tell him your name, unable to contain your giggles as he scrapes his beard on your face. It was so strange, Steve was so strange and you’ve never been caught off guard so charmingly.

He pulls away and whispers your name, then repeats it louder with confidence. “That’s you?”

“Yes.” You chirp, a little breathy from being snuggled by the man-beast.

“I’m Steve, you’re Y/N.” His gruff voice lifted by the innocence on his face, amazement twinkling in his eyes. “Y/N is cute.”

Oh, was this man trying to claim your heart? Because he was doing a flawless job at it, and you were utterly powerless.

“You’re telling me, you lost a woman on an island? In a jungle that’s still widely uncharted and potentially full of species we’ve never seen or heard of.”

“First of all, we highly doubt there are undiscovered animals here, maybe a man-eating plant, but that’s it.” Tony crosses his arms, stating matter of factly. “In Bruce’s defence, she was snatched away by the six-foot-six enhanced beast. You think he could fight a man who’s spent his entire life in the wilderness?”

Director Fury’s glare, although from one eye, was still menacing, even through a projection. “His green friend could.”

“Yes, but as stated in the contract, Dr. Banner is to be excluded from all stressful situations, or instances he could be agitated.” Tony defends, “And, would you want the Hulk to destroy this island, this beautiful piece of mystery?”

A long sigh follows, Fury pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just rescue Dr. L/N and secure Rogers. And, I’ve decided to cut your mission short. Rendezvous time has been changed to tomorrow at noon.”

“But we haven’t even tracked them down.”

“Why is that?”

Bruce scratches his head nervously, “well, Steven hasn’t let me near his home, not even before. And he’s broken every drone that gets a certain distance away from camp.”

“He breaks drones like balloons at a carnival.”

“Dr. Banner, what have you been doing all this time? You confirmed Rogers wasn’t a threat months ago, and now you’re telling me this superhuman has tantrums?”

“It isn’t his anger—he is actually a very gentle giant. He’s protective and that includes his privacy or the invasion of that.”

“Well, Dr. L/N must be distracting him somehow. He won’t notice if you send out a few more to track him down.” Fury argued, “Seriously, he’s a man who’s never touched a woman—do you think he’d be staring up at the sky for a flying robot?”

The projection closes swiftly and takes the bright blue light with it. The two scientists stand opposite of each other, Bruce hunched over and examining the incomplete map of the island.

Tony clears his throat, quirking a brow. “You said he was rubbing all up on the poor girl?”

“This is from Bruce but I have never worn. Clothes… I don’t like it.”

You wait for him to look away, but the man’s eyes are fixated on your body. “Uh, Steve?”

The giant inhales deeply. “Yes?”

“Can you close your eyes, please?” Tightening your grip on your shirt, you feel naked but, you’d be lying if you said you hated his heated gaze.

His hand trails under the loincloth around his waist, he groans deeply. “Why?”

“I need to change and I can’t if you’re looking.”

“I scare you?” His wide puppy eyes are wildly different from his looming height and mass shadow.

“No, no. Just—please, I need privacy. Which means you have to look away or close your eyes.”

Begrudgingly, Steve turns away and faces the open entrance of the treehouse. With a wide stance and his hands on his hips, his posture is alert, watchful eyes lasered on the entryway. Like he’s on guard.

You hurriedly take the shirt and slip it on with caution of your sprained wrist. Neatly folding the torn button-up, you set it on a branch that doubled as a shelf, just in time for a small hand to snatch it through the window.

A shriek erupts from your throat as you stagger backwards, crashing into the mattress, or you would have if large hands hadn’t caught you at the last second. Steve spins you around and almost lifts you off the ground, frantically checking you for any injuries.

He’s about to speak, but something catches his eye over your shoulder. He visibly relaxes, shaking his head. “Wendy, have told you to knock, remember?”

Whipping around, you watch a monkey, Wendy, do a series of actions with its hands, making short squeaks between each. Steve responds with skilled gestures. As if the world was determined to add to the long list of unexpected instances that occurred today, you watch Steve and the monkey communicate through sign language.

The blond let out a chuckle. “Okay, okay. Wendy is sorry, didn’t mean to scare.”

The animal tilts its head, big brown eyes doleful. She comes closer and holds out her small hand. When you place yours in hers, she squeezes your fingers, making a chattering noise.

“She thinks you smell good. That’s why she steal your clothes.”

That was endearingly peculiar. “Oh?”

“Wendy, where’s Peter?” The man asks and signs.

The next minute, you’re standing on the landing of the treehouse. You try not to look at the ground that was a distance away, and instead gape at the other monkey sitting on the branch, chewing on a flower. The fabric wrapped around its neck is vaguely familiar.

Then, it hits you.

“That’s yours, yes?” Steve quizzed sheepishly. “Saw him with it yesterday… had no clue where it came from.”

You laugh in disbelief. “I thought I lost it.” Who knew wildlife was little noisy thieves.

“They’re not wrong, you do smell good. Very good—better than flowers. Look nicer than flowers too, uh, cute. Super, very, so cute.”

You thank him, a shyness taking over as those hummingbirds return tenfold. Every moment you spent with Steve was a dream, he was divine. How you dreaded being found and disrupting this taste of strange heaven.

“So, Peter and Wendy?” You whisper, not to disturb the two monkeys closely inspecting and sniffing your shirt. Little hoots and squeaks exchanged between them.

“From a book I read. A boy, Peter, comes to Wendy’s home and takes her and her… siblings to an island. And there’s a fairy—uh, very small person, has wings? Also, young boys who live on the magical island… Not like here, there’s no magic here.” Steve blinks slowly, “… actually, I haven’t found magic here. Wouldn’t know if was.”

You were sure your heart was going to explode out of your chest. There was something about a giant man, rugged and gruff, being so innocently clueless that made you melt. He was a fresh gasp of air, bare of even the slightest wickedness, eyes as golden as the hair on his head.

“Is there magic where you’re from?”

To put it simply, yes but not in the sense he would understand. Your world has come across super robots, alien invasions, people with enhanced abilities, and gods from faraway galaxies, you shrug instead. “It’s nothing compared to Neverland.”

Steve’s mouth drops open and he beams, “Neverland! You read the book too?” When you nod, he grabs your shoulders, shaking you again. “So much in common!”

It’s true what they say about time. It flies when you’re having fun, no matter what it is.

And lying here, on another landing of Steve’s treehouse, it was the most fun you’ve had in a while. A small solar-powered lamp flickers as the giant talks about the constellations, from another book he read. Sputtering and pausing between words, you let him take his time. Honestly, you could listen to him speak for hours.

You get distracted every time you look at him. The moonlight cast upon his pale skin and freckles, accentuating his cheekbones, shadows enhancing his deeper features and the stars reflecting in his eyes. You blink at him slowly, tired like a child as your eyes get heavy.

“Sleepy?”

“A little.” You say after sipping from the water Steve gave you. A bottle from Bruce, he said, that he filled from the watering hole.

Steve switches off the lamp and reclines on the mound of cushions and blankets that he set up. After you mentioned what the stars looked like in the jungle, how much brighter they were without light pollution, he dragged out the mattress and every soft or plush thing he could get his hands on.

“You sleep. I will stay up.”

You yawn, stretching and inhaling deeply. “You should sleep too, aren’t you tired?”

“Don’t get tired often. Don’t sleep most nights, too.” The rasp in his voice flows over the open air. He inches closer to you until your shoulders touch. “It’s okay, I will protect you. Remember?”

You laugh breathily when his fingers tap on your head again. “I remember.”

The quiet drags on, nothing but the song of the crickets and the wisping wind among the leaves of the trees brushing against each other. Your eyes eventually fall shut, sleep taking over you.

As you drift into unconsciousness, Steve pulls you close. His arms envelop you tightly against his chest, his body heat instantly stops the chill crawling up your spine. His chest is hard under you, although firm, his muscles are comfortable. His chest hair tickles your cheek as he pulls a blanket over you.

Steve freezes when you shift. That strange feeling returned to his chest again, that same one he felt when he saw you the first time. Of course, he feels guilty about hurting you, but he doesn’t regret sweeping you away.

You were his new friend, his new cute friend. You weren’t the first woman he’s seen, but you were the first to ever make him feel this way. Steve has wracked his brain relentlessly, trying to find words to describe how he feels—maybe you would know what he’s feeling.

Judging from your badge, you were like Bruce, so you must be knowledgeable. Maybe you can help him with other things, like the funny heat that he felt when he saw your chest. He’s tried to understand the book that Bruce gave him, but things were still fuzzy.

He also wants to show you the waterfalls. Hopefully, the clear blue water could compete with the stars that you seemed so interested in. He’d hate to disappoint you.

“Goodnight,” He utters, nestling your head as his fingers dig into your hips. How did you smell so good? He couldn’t get enough. “Can’t wait for you to wake up.”

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[sukirichi]

[ DUSK ‘TILL DAWN : 004 ]

“we who bear the burden of the crown do not need to love. you only need to stay here, with me, in power, in greed, in lust – in victory.”

c/w. explicit smut, MINORS DNI. creampie. fem! reader. modern royal au. infidelity. angst. romance. minimal fluff for this chapter. toxic characters. implications of gaslighting. unedited bcos we go down like brave souls. 

notes. reblogs / feedbacks / comments are appreciated. late update cuz i got sick ooft ALSO. to all the anons who got my girl crystals...you guys...SHE’S REALLY TRYING TO CONVINCE ME HELP

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[ FOUR ] so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? she thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused.

Rintaro could not believe it himself. How long had he been waiting for this day, this moment? It was as if the two years and more he’d spent planning everything from the beginning disappeared in a flash. Catapulted to the end game, Rintaro stared at the throng of servants flocking in and out of the castle, their superiors ushering them to move quickly and an array of blooming flowers carried in their arms.

Today was his wedding day.

Smirking, he retreated away from his window and stood in front of his mirror.

He could still feel traces of both Iris’ and your touch lingering on his skin, the former like a soothing kiss to his nerves, while yours pulsed warmly. Angrily. Rather loudly, he would say, as if you had left your heartbeat against his skin. He scratched at his pulse point hesitantly, eyes narrowed as he recalled your lips leaving a trail of butterfly kisses there the night before when he found himself tangled in your sheets. One moment, he was professing his love to you, and the next, his assistant had received calls that Rintaro was to cancel his entire day.

When asked why, his poor assistant heard nothing but your soft moans and Rintaro’s mumbled words lost in the crevice of your thighs.

He never meant to leave. Rintaro promised himself that he would take care of you so well and never depart from your side each time you made love, yet he drove back to the Palace anyway – all over the selfish desire of seeing his beloved before he tied himself to you forever.

However, Rintaro could never expect the figure standing behind him, her doe eyes glimmering with tears from her reflection in the mirror.

“Iris,” Rintaro spun around. Walking towards Iris, he noted the restlessness clear on her face. The dark circles under her eyes told him she probably had not slept well or slept at all, and her usually painted lips were left pale and somewhat cracked. Clad in nothing but flimsy sleepwear with her nipples peeking through, Rintaro had to avert his gaze respectfully. “Angel, what are you doing here?”

Iris laughed sardonically at his question.

“I cannot visit my lover before he is wed to another?”

“You can always visit me, angel. My place is yours,” he reminded her, grabbing his coat from a nearby rack and placing it over her shoulders. The last thing he wanted was for her to catch a cold on the most important day of his life. “But this is quite risky. Did anyone see you coming here?”

“I did not see anyone. I made sure it would just be me,” Iris shook her head, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. “Rintaro...it is not too late for you to back out on this wedding. You can make an excuse of falling ill. The public would not mind, and the Queen would have no choice—”

Rintaro chuckled, the sound falling in confusion as his hands slid down to her arms. “Were you not the one telling me to go ahead with this? What is troubling you now, Iris? Tell me.”

A myriad of emotions crossed her features. Iris took a step back, her gaze dropping to her shoes as her voice dropped a few pitches. When she spoke, Rintaro could hear how her heartbeat was louder than her words.

“Your Highness...you are to marry another woman. I will watch from the sidelines and act as if I am happy for you when I am not. What shall I do when you kiss her? What shall I do when you recite your vows to her, to love her and hold her forever? Am I to look away? Am I to pretend it does not break me on the inside?” she finally snapped her gaze back to him, “I know I do not make sense, Your Highness. I say one thing and mean another, but it kills me on the inside – the thought you might truly fall for your soon-to-be wife.”

Fall for you? Rintaro would have laughed if that was impossible. But he knew it too. He knew he could fall in love with you, he wanted to fall in love with you. Why would he not? Not only were you perfect, but you were available. He could be with you in ways he could not be with Iris. But be that as it may be, it did not change a thing that you would never be Iris.

You would never be his first love.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, Rintaro arched lower to raise a brow at his worried lover. “Iris. Look at me.” She did, hesitantly so, slim fingers playing with the ends of her dress. “Do you doubt my devotion for you?”

“I am anxious she might not allow me to be your concubine.”

“She is not the future King, that is not for her to decide,” he reminded her, gesturing to the expanse of the room decorated in gold and hanging chandeliers. “Everything I am doing, it is all for you, Iris. For us. Do not doubt me when I am so close to being yours. I will finally free you from my brother, and we will no longer have to hide in the shadows. So fret no more, alright? The future Queen shan’t threaten you.”

Sighing, Iris’ shoulders relaxed.

“Forgive me, Your Highness. My worries got the best of me.”

“And I shall alleviate them afterward,” he reassured with a lingering kiss on her forehead, both of their eyes fluttering shut as they were once again enveloped in each other’s presence. Until all too soon, a knock from outside his door made him freeze. Pulling away, Rintaro watched his lover with hope shining in his eyes. “We must go. We cannot stay here any longer; the Lady might arrive to greet me a good morning. Just wait for me for a bit longer, Iris. I will be with you momentarily.”

Iris, such the sweet woman she was, turned to leave.

Rintaro hated that sight the most – of having to witness the one he loved walk away from him, even if she was not truly leaving. Every day he woke up, he had the same fears. He could not shake away the feeling that Iris might not want him someday, that time would come she would grow tired of them fighting for their love and she would choose to let go.

Seeing her turn her back to him, to watch as her figure disappeared in one of the hidden doors in his room that led to the underground escape lobby, with barely a glance spared his way, Rintaro felt his chest tighten.

He loved her. He loved her way too much it weighed heavily on his bones, and he grew restless in fear he could try his best, he could fight with all his might, but the true enemy here was not the law nor the customs he had to go against. No, Rintaro’s greatest enemy was Iris herself. For if she ever did come to choose to work out her marriage with Kiyoomi, or if she lost trust in the promises and the future Rintaro had laid out for her, then what was to become of him? What would he do...should she ever leave him? What would his future look like when he only saw one that had Iris in it?

Whatever the answer may be, Rintaro never quite figured out.

Soon, his servants were piling in the room with his clothes laid out for him, a pair of arms leading him into the bath before Iris’ scent completely disappeared in the vicinity.

He just hoped that all of this would be worth it. He prayed that Iris would still want him, no matter what came their way. Because Rintaro was willing to fight, to hurt, to pretend to love another, to spew lies, and to create his laws for his selfish gain – the only thing he asked for in return was to have his love and devotion be reciprocated the way he desperately needed it.

Rintaro wishes he had not been nosy.

After he’d been dressed to the nines, dark hair gelled back perfectly to reveal his handsome features and forehead, he had unknowingly walked to where he knew you would be getting ready. He blamed it on the anxiety that ate away at him. Too used to the comfort you provided each time he felt troubled, his feet naturally drifted to outside your room, hands lingering on the doorknob until he heard you laughing with your mother.

It snapped him back to reality.

Your laugh...he would be lying if he said he did not find it beautiful. Everything about you was mesmerizing. Is that not why he enjoyed your presence all this time? The fraction of affection he held for you, was that not why he opened up and entrusted his heart into your palms?

Yet, hearing it now, it just dawned on him how unfair he had been. To drag you into marriage when he had been keeping secrets from you, to lie straight to your face while you told him nothing but the truth and revealed even the parts of you that you hated most. But he was desperate to be perfect in your eyes that he slowly backed away, jaw tightening at the mess his mind was in.

He no longer had a proper sense of where he was going before he ended up in Belleview Manor.

Pushing the doors open, he glared at the servants who jumped in surprise at his arrival. One glance at him and they all scurried out.

The occurrence of Rintaro dropping by Belleview Manor to be with Iris was no longer new to them, and the servants gave them privacy as Rintaro took two steps at a time until he reached their room. The room in which a queen-sized bed lay in the middle, under a large portrait of Iris and Kiyoomi smiling stiffly at the artist, their golden wedding bands glimmering even with the flat colors.

He wondered if this was how Iris felt. Jealousy, possessiveness, greed.

He should have been the one in that painting when Iris wore white.

Gasping at the figure looming at the edge of her bed, Iris quickly swatted away the hands of her lady servant helping her fix her dress. The servant squeaked at the sight of Rintaro before she bowed past him, scuffling out the door and leaving Rintaro to stalk over Iris with trembling hands and an uncomfortable tent in his pants.

“Your Highness! You should be at the waiting room – what if Her Lady comes looking for you? It is barely half an hour before your wedding, my Prince.”

“She is swarmed by the servants. They are making sure she looks perfect for today; she won’t be leaving her room any sooner.”

“They dote on her that much?”

He didn’t respond right away. Rintaro only stopped in his tracks the moment Iris was a breath away from him, hands coming up to rest at her neck and the other pulling her in close by the waist. His lips lost in hers, her soft breaths in his ears. He could stay here forever.

“She is the future Queen and today’s bride. If there is anyone who must be the most beautiful today, it is her. Not a single flaw in sight – not that I could care,” he laughed on the column of Iris’ neck, guiding her to their bed until the back of her knees hit the edge. Rintaro effortlessly caught her. “I chose her knowing she has always been the most perfect candidate. She need not any more work done on her.”

Before Iris could say anything else, Rintaro began kissing her feverishly. Iris gasped upon the unusual hurriedness of his touch, too used to him taking his time worshipping her body instead of impatiently pawing at her breasts. Not that any of them minded, and Rintaro sure as hell knew Iris was not complaining. For when he ghosted his hands under her dress, his palm met nothing but the wetness of her arousal pressing into his skin, cunt sopping with just a few kisses in its way.

“Y-Your Highness! Right now?”

“Right fucking now, my angel. ‘Need to feel you one last time before I am promised to her.”

“But my dress—”

“Just lift them for me. I won’t ruin it.”

Albeit hesitant, Iris lifted her dress, her moves practiced as she bent over the bed with only her stilettos left dangling at the edge.

Unbuckling his belt, Rintaro freed his cock from its confines and groaned. The relief he felt from finally fucking his fist barely felt like a reward when his hands were met with Iris’ pantyhose, eliciting an annoyed grunt from him. His hands itched to just tear it apart. But he did make a promise, and he had to make this quick, so he yanked the material down as gently as he could before rubbing his tip along her lips. The action caused both of them to moan, Iris’ sounds turning choked when he pushed his way in.

Rintaro held her firmly by the waist. Bullying his way into her core, he lifted one of her legs to make her feet plant on the mattress, giving him more access to the heat that sucked him in. He threw his head back as he was lost in the pleasure. Nearly losing all thoughts of you, and he was so close to forgetting you when he remembered his wedding was nearly minutes away.

You were probably looking for him right now, yet here he was, inches deep inside his girlfriend.

Unaware that he was fucking his frustrations into Iris, Rintaro’s eyes widened at the sound of her echoing moans. He did not care if Kiyoomi could hear, seeing as Iris’ husband was seldom by her side. But Rintaro still leaned forward to slap a palm on Iris’ mouth to muffle her screams and whimpers, trying her best to be quiet as if the loud slapping of his balls on her cunt and the squelching of her pussy was not resonating all over the place.

“Hush, angel. Hush. There are new servants outside.”

“C-Close!” her words were garbled behind his hand as were Rintaro’s final grunts. Falling on her elbows from the exhaustion, her back arched perfectly for Suna, the lewdness of her figure and her unbridled mewls driving him to the edge.

The sex was so intense, rushed, and frantic he felt like his cock would go limp as he shot his load. Scowling, Rintaro slapped her bum just to relish in the harsh redness appearing on the supple skin, the impact as the last force that pushed Iris to cum all around his cock until a cream was formed at the base.

Rintaro felt so filthy. He wanted to both wash himself of his sins and to fuck her harder.

And with conflict on his mind, he followed the primal voice in him that always triumphed over logic, pulling out his spent cock just to shove two fingers inside her. Iris groaned before she spun around to face him, to which Suna responded by making sure his cum would stain her black, lacy underwear until the end of this day. 

“This should remind me of you when I am walking down the aisle,” he gritted his teeth, leaning over to capture her lips one last time. 

There, Rintaro broke his promise as he intentionally smudged her lipstick, retracing his fingers before snapping her panties back to her swollen cunt. “Soon, you will be mine.”

How you woke up alone with Rintaro’s side of the bed empty, you no longer questioned. You were slowly beginning to accept that it would probably always be like this – where Rintaro seduces you and blinds you with sweet nothing’s the moment you show signs of discovering the ugly truth masked behind that beautiful face, only to wake up with nothing but the harsh reminder he was never yours, to begin with. It was not easy to accept he did not love you. Not when being with him was the happiest you ever felt, or how you still believed maybe he was honest when he called you his lover with those sleepy eyes and hoarse voice at three in the morning when it seemed like it was just you and him.

But looking at you now, with lips painted a grand shade of red with a tiara worn only by those honored enough to be a royal, wearing the uncomfortably revealing wedding dress he chose for you, it all came to one conclusion: this was now your time to leave.

You were not married to him yet. You still had time to walk away, to remove this ring he placed on your finger that choked you up, to forget everything and start anew.

It was not too late, but if you walked away now, it would be too late to be with him again. If you walked away now, there was a chance Rintaro might not run after you, and you would lose him permanently. You would no longer have someone to be with in the quietest hours of the morning when you felt loneliest. He would not kiss your hand anymore while calling you beautiful and looking at you deep in the eyes. To forget him, you would have to burn all the photographs you’d taken with him, all framed in the corner of your room that you dedicated just for the Prince.

It hurt to hold on, but it hurt more to let go of the one you loved most.

Even if you did leave him for your good, what would happen next? You could not love anybody else. You wanted no one else but him, and in a way, he wanted you too. It could not have been that bad even if you knew it was. Maybe...just maybe, if you tried working out with him, there would be no need to let him go.

Maybe he could still fall in love with you genuinely this time.

You convinced yourself endlessly that you were doing the right thing by fighting for your love, for following your heart, and in the blink of an eye, the doors had opened.

You were walking down the aisle.

At the end of it was the man you loved most, Suna Rintaro, who looked painfully dashing in his tailored suit and brushed back hair. He laughed with his brothers standing behind him, fixing his cuffs and smiling until his gaze landed on you. Just like that, the entire cathedral fell silent. You could focus on nothing else but him, unaware that you had at least a thousand pairs of eyes admiring the way you took your first step towards him as if pulled by a magnetic force. You were always drawn to him, always pulled by his presence and his soft smile that melted you on the insides.

You loved him. You loved him so much you could not love anybody else.

And with each step you take, the tears just flowed down your cheeks. You cried your heart out because how long had you fantasized this day in your head, to experience a time where you promise yourself to another? Only to fall for the wrong person. Only for the man you were about to marry to be someone else who loved another, yet you could not bring it in yourself to turn away and leave.

Because if you looked from the sides, if you listened hard enough, you could hear the people rejoicing. You could see your parents crying from their seats at how proud they were of you. Princess Maiko gazed up at you with admiration and the hope you experienced the happy marriage she had always wanted but never got.

The citizens of Inarizaki called out your name as  Princess. The entire country could not wait for you to be their Queen, and you did not want to disappoint despite the heartbreak you were causing upon yourself.

For the sake of the country, you had to be brave. Duty before love. People before heart.

Or were you still just trying to give yourself more reasons to stay? But then again, why would you want to leave? Now that you stood in front of the Prince, you could see nothing but genuine awe written on his face. He was stunned speechless as his dark gaze studied you from head to toe, his lips curling at the sides and beaming so wide you wondered if he listened to the priest at all.

“Today, we gather to witness the union of Lady Y/N Yuzuru and His Highness, the Sixth Prince, Suna Rintaro, on this blessed day. From this day forth, the Kingdom will see our people prosper. Our Prince and his wife, to grant us future heirs, all for the future of Inarizaki.”

“To the Prince! To the Princess!” the crowd cheered loud and clear, so much so that it boomed even outside the walls of the cathedral where thousands of the people gathered on this day to be marked in history.

“You may now recite your vows.”

It was now or never. Now was the best time to refuse, to say no into Rintaro’s awaiting face and tell him you deserved better. If you lost this chance, you might never be able to find your freedom ever again.

With shaky hands, you allowed him to hold your hands between your bodies, about to pull away from him the second it dawned on you he never loved you.

He never loved you, he never will, and he was only using you for his benefit. He was going to hurt you, and you would never be the one he truly wanted – “I, Y/N Yuzuru, hereby vow to be your loyal wife – to have, to hold, to be your shoulder to lean on when you feel weak. I will hold you in my arms when you crumble and build a pillar so strong we will never fall again. I vow to be yours, now and forever, with undying loyalty. Obedience. Submission. Love. I vow that my next breath will be spent loving you until my last,” – but you wanted him. You wanted him so bad your mind slowly spiraled into insanity as you recited your vows, breathing heavily at the shock it was over.

It was done. You could never leave him now.

The thought was both terrifying and calming because there was no hint of regret in Rintaro’s face. His expression warmed upon your declaration of love for the entire world to witness. The tables had been turned and soon you were the one turning deaf at the voices of others, focused only on him and the tantalizing movement of his lips that would kiss you every time you felt lost.

You couldn’t tell whether you wanted him to kiss you at that moment or not. Not when he was looking at you like you were his everything, looking at you like you were the only person in the room and his vows were tender in comparison to your strong, devout ones.

Whence you promised yourself to him like it was a promise you would hold onto with all your might, he recited his vow like loving you was a secret he needed to keep.

“I, the Sixth Prince of Inarizaki, Suna Rintaro, hereby vow to be your loving husband – to have, to hold, to be the hand you hold when you tread into uncharted territory. I will be the light to guide you in your darkest days. I will be your friend when you need it most – to share laughter with, to make memories with, and to be forever devoted with. Today, I vow to take you as my wife with undying care. Affection. Support. Love. I wow that my next breath—” 

And there it was. 

His eyes that only had you in its center eventually drifted to another woman from the background, gaze locking with a smiling Iris, the two of them so lost in their love for one another they never noticed the way your face fell. 

“—will be spent loving you, and only you, until my last. I am yours forever and always, no matter who gets in our way.”

By the time the priest had announced for Rintaro to kiss his bride, you stood numbly. Letting him unfold your veil and cup your cheeks as he slowly leaned forward. The kiss felt empty, and you did not kiss him back, unable to when his eyes were still peeled open to someone else that was not you.

As soon as your lips locked and he pulled away, the crowd celebrated in glee. Rintaro twisted his torso to face them while holding your hand, his smile turning confused when you forced a smile and echoed his words. Only this time, your vow held nothing but pain.

“I am yours forever and always, no matter who gets in our way.”

The hours passed by into the night without your recognition.

Too much happened all at once you barely noticed the clock ticking near midnight. You have drifted from the cathedral to the public eye right after, swarmed by citizens congratulating you on your wedding and welcoming you as their Princess. Now, you found yourself pressed next to Rintaro as you greeted all the guests who came forward with well-wishes and gifts. You remembered all those nights you had to stay awake to memorize all of their names and duties to the country, considering it as a part of your preparation into becoming Queen someday, and you surprised both yourself and Rintaro from how natural you conversed with them.

In front of you stood Lady Lev, a part of the Cabinet who had been loyal to the royal family for generations now, her children soon to follow in her steps. Kind, blue eyes smiled at you both. “You two are so beautiful, Your Highnesses. By far the most charming couple Inarizaki has seen.”

Shaking his head with a blush tinting his cheeks, Rintaro chuckled. “Oh, Lady Lev, that is too kind of you.”

“It is the truth! I can already tell we have a bright future ahead of us with you both as our leaders.”

The three of you fall into mindless chatter about politics, rotating between generals and other royals who had been invited until you realized you had finished your fourth drink of the night. To say you were tired was an understatement, but you did not expect to stumble a little on your heels as your vision began to spin. Whimpering, you braced yourself from the fall when a strong arm wrapped itself around your waist. Warm, brown eyes stared down at you humorously with a laugh playing along his lips.

“Whoa there, love,” Rintaro teased, nudging his brow in the direction of your empty glass. “Had too much to drink already? You ought to stop unless you want to pass out, but we can also leave if you are exhausted. It must have been a long day for you.”

You cursed your heart for swaying at his concern.

Brushing his hold off of you and ignoring the way your skin tingled upon coming to contact with his, you steadied yourself upright. “My feet hurt, Your Highness. I think it could be the shoes. Aside from that, the exhaustion means nothing to me. We are supposed to entertain the guests.”

Rintaro hummed and narrowed his eyes on your feet. “Did they not give you a comfortable pair?”

“Nothing about what I am wearing is comfortable for me,” you mindlessly muttered before realizing the offense of your words. Head snapping up, you waved your hand defensively, heart-pounding as the Crown Prince raised a brow. “I-I do not mean the dress, my Prince! You chose this for me, so I love it.”

“But it is not comfortable.”

“I am fine, really—”

Rintaro dragged you closer by the waist. Sweeping his eyes across the room, he suddenly leaned down to whisper in the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning over your exposed jaw. “If it is so uncomfortable, I am not opposed to the idea of removing the dress for you. Anything to help my wife...” he purred seductively with a finger running down the zipper behind your dress, his teeth gently nipping at your earlobe. It felt like you had lost all ability to breathe when you were clouded by his intoxicating scent. “...and I would do it. What do you say we take a quick break from the reception and disappear, hm? There is a spare room near here. The guests would not mind.”

Your skin warmed at his implications.

“But, Your Highness—”

“They have food and drinks to keep them occupied for days. Trust me when I say no one would notice.” Rintaro leaned down to kiss you, but you grew shy and hesitant at the last minute, turning your head to the side until his lips landed on your cheeks instead.

Rintaro raised a brow in question. You had never refused a kiss from him before.

“M-Maybe later, Your Highness...”

The Crown Prince scrutinized you carefully. A beat passed, then two, before he queried: “Are you shy with me, love? You did not kiss me back when we recited our vows too,” he prompted, then fought against the amused quivering of his lips building into a teasing smirk. “Or perhaps, you do not enjoy being seen by a crowd?”

As if on cue, a round of ‘aww’s coming from the crowd had you and the Prince turning your attention away from each other. There, on the dance floor, swayed a giggling, red-faced Maiko basking in the rare attention given to her by a tipsy Prince Tooru. His smile was as rare as her gleeful, lovesick smiles. However, Rintaro was not looking at them. Rather, his eyes were on Prince Kiyoomi and Princess Iris stiffly dancing with one another – him looking handsome yet terribly uncomfortable, and her gaze focused on no one else but him. Her expression was unreadable.

Glancing back at your husband, your heart fell upon seeing the smile fade from his face.

As peculiar as it sounded, you did not want Rintaro to feel the same pain of jealousy as you did. You both were two sides of the same coin. He felt the same heartbreak as you did despite him having promised he would do anything for her, and you were in the same position.

You understood him the best.

Maybe that was why you slowly snaked your lace gloved arm up to his shoulders and rested it there, tapping his cheek to turn his attention away from her. It would probably be a futile attempt of distraction.

“My love, would you dance with me? We have not had our first dance yet.”

Nodding, you and Rintaro slowly trailed to the dance floor. The spotlight followed you like moths drawn to the flame, the other royal pairs disappearing in the darkness as only you and Rintaro were in the middle of the room and danced in each other’s arms. You swayed to the beat as he twirled you in sync. Slowly, he began to smile again, pearly-white teeth showing when you playfully wiggled your brows at him in hopes he would no longer feel sad.

“You’ve gotten better at dancing,” he praised as he twirled you with one arm, effortlessly catching you in his arms with your legs bent in a curve.

“Anything to impress you.”

Rintaro threw his head back in laughter. “You do not need to do anything to impress me, darling. I am smitten by you no matter what you do,” he remarked, slowing down when the song changed into a more mellow tune. Drawing closer to you, Rintaro rested his hands on your hips, his forehead pressed to yours whilst closing his eyes. “Thank you for marrying me, Y/N. You have made me the happiest man in the world.”

“How so?”

“Because from now on, I shall have everything I ever wanted.”

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[saltyhyunjae]

THE STEALER CHAPTER ONE: PULL THE TRIGGER

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers (?), kidnapping, criminal!tbz, mentions of guns & knives, quick mention of suicide

word count: 2,5k

summary: As y/n is leaved to close the store on her own, the last thing that she expects, happens to her

pairing: tbz x fem reader

“Y/n! You’re closing the store tonight, I have an emergency at home and I need to get going.” You hear your boss, Jiyoo yell from the back of the store as you put some new clothing items up on the racks. You sigh. “Okay!” You yell back at her and look at the time. 8:30PM. The store closes at 9 so you won’t be alone for a long time.

“The store is super quiet right now so I'm sure you can handle the last 30 minutes on your own.” Jiyoo smiles as she walks towards the entrance of the store. ‘I hope so.” You smile back.

She tells you to put the money in the safe and clean the store a bit and then quickly leaves the store, leaving you alone with 2 customers and the loud music of the speakers playing Bad Guy by Billie Eilish.

After the last customers leave, you look at the time again, 9:58. You make your way to the entrance to close the door and turn off the lights so nobody starts knocking, begging you to let them in, then you tidy some stuff up as you make your way back to the counter. As you reach the counter the radio switches to the news.

“The infamous criminal group ‘The Boyz’ have gotten away with yet another robbery just yesterday making it their 12th theft of the month. The police still have not been able to catch them due to the group's large number of members.”

You sigh. Instead of partying with your friends on this friday night you have been put in charge to close the store. “I don’t get paid enough for this.’ you murmur as you grab the money they earned today and start counting them. The sound of something falling shakes you out of your thoughts.

“What the- oh it’s just the broom that fell.” Just as you are about to go back to counting you hear a faint thud in the storage room. “Ok, I'm getting really scared now.” You whisper to yourself.

You decide to shake it off and go back to counting when you suddenly feel cold metal against the back of your head.

Oh fuck.

“Put the money down,''

You hear a male voice say. You do what he says as you start praying internally. You then feel a sharp object pressed against your lower back.

“Listen up, as long you’re doing as we say, you’re not gonna get hurt.”

‘That’s what they always say.’ You think but would never dare to say out loud. You’re on the verge of tears thinking this is your last day when you hear another thud.

“OW!” You hear another voice yell.

“Dumbass.” You hear another voice say.

‘How many of these motherfuckers are there.’ You think

“Grab some stuff over there.” You hear the one holding a gun against your head say as you see another figure grabbing the money you just dropped on the counter.

“I can’t see shit in here.” One of the voices further away from you says.

“Turn the lights on hyung!” The other one says.

You flinch as the lights turn on. Not daring to look at thieves. No Y/n u need to remember their faces just in case they actually don’t kill you. As you look up you make eye contact with the one that took the money. Your eyes widen at how handsome he is. “Bring us to the safe.” The one holding the knife against your lower back says. You slowly turn around making eye contact with the one holding the gun.

Shit, he’s handsome too.

You slowly start walking to the storage room.

“Changmin! Eric! We’ll be right back, grab everything you can!” Gun guy says.

When you arrive at the storage room, you walk to the safe and kneel in front of it, the three guys still behind. As you type in the code you hear a walkie talkie go off followed by another voice.

“What is taking so long.”

“Shut up, we just got to the safe. Anybody nearby?” The one without a weapon, as far as you know then, asks.

“No, it’s dead, everyone is going out a few blocks away.”

“Give us 10 minutes.”

“Fine.”

You take the money out and hand it to knife guy, who puts it in a bag.

“Please don’t kill me.” You plead.

“We won’t.” Gun guy says.

“Hyunjae, come with me. Juyeon, keep an eye on her.” Gun guy commands as he walks away with Hyunjae.

You took the opportunity to look at knife guy, Juyeon.

Fuck, he’s beautiful too.

You guys just stay there in silence till the two guys come back into the storage room. But this time they came back with the two other guys.

“Plan changed, we’re taking you with us.” Hyunjae says. Your eyes widen and you try to get up and escape. Just as you get up, Juyeon grabs your left arm, pulls you back and holds the knife against your neck.

“Do as we say and you will not get hurt.” Gun guy says. Your hands get tied behind your back and you decide to give in and follow the guys outside.

“Took you long enough.” You see three other guys waiting outside. One shows a bored expression, the other is very tall and the last is...very cute? They’re all handsome too. You mentally cry.

“Who’s that?” The ‘cute’ one says with a softer voice. “Our new friend.” Hyunjae smirks. You internally scoff as they walk you to the bus. When they open the bus you see three more guys.

How many of them can there be?!

“Hi, ooohh who’s that.” One of them behind a huge computer screen says.

“They brought a souvenir.” The tall guy that was waiting outside laughs.

They put you in the car and start driving. Tears are threatening to leave your eyes as you think about your friends and family. What if you get killed? Or they never let you go? or even worse… you get Stockholm syndrome?!?!

“What’s your name?” The ‘cute’ one with a soft voice asks you. You still look down refusing to talk.

“Cat caught your tongue.” Hyunjae scoffs.

“I’m jacob.” The one with a soft voice says, you look up to see him give you a soft smile.

“Y/n.” You murmur and the boys start introducing themselves to you. You nod at them and for the rest of the car ride you stay quiet.

After maybe 45 minutes the car stops and they open the door and help you get out. You look up to see a huge villa remote from the city. You guys make your way to the villa and once you're inside they guide you to the couch. They all sit across from you while Sangyeon stands.

“Y/n, do you happen to know who we are?” He asks

You slowly shake your head looking at the 11 boys. Wait. 11 boys? NO WAY! You suddenly remember the new reports for the last two months. You've been kidnapped by…

The Boyz.

You hear the boys laugh at your shocked expression.

“Listen up.” Sangyeon speaks up “It wasn’t in our plan to keep you hostage, but now that you’re here we’ve got to make the best of it haha. As you can see our house is very messy and we’re desperately in need of a cleaner. So we’ll point out your room for you to get some rest, you start tomorrow. Any questions.”

“I don't have any clothes to wear besides these.”

“Well thank God we robbed a clothing store.” Kevin laughs.

“We’ll make sure to buy all the necessities you need.”Sangyeon assures you. He tells you what time they’ll come and wake you up and commands Jacob and Kevin to bring you to your room while Changmin grabs some bed sheets and pillows.

As they open the door to your new room, you see that it’s huge and empty with only curtains and an empty bed in the middle of it.

“You can decorate as time goes by.” Kevin tells you and you nod. Changmin comes in with the pillows and bed sheet and the 3 boys help u set up the bed.

Once your bed is all made up, Younghoon comes in with two pairs of pajamas and some normal clothes for you to wear. All hail one size fits all clothes. Once you put on your pajamas, you lie in bed and think about everything that has just happened until you fall asleep.

—————————————————

The sun shining through your curtains wakes you up. You groan in annoyance, put a pillow over your head and close your eyes again. Right as you begin to doze off again, your door opens. “It’s time to get up.” You hear someone say. You turn around to see Chanhee standing at your door. “Be downstairs in 30 minutes” He says, closing the door again. As you get up, you get a moment of realization.

You’ve been kidnapped…… YOU’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! YOU NEED GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

But how.

While you get dressed you think of all the ways you could escape. Jump out of the window? Suicide. Grab a knife and kill them? You would already have been killed before you stabbed one of them. Sneak out of the house while they’re sleeping? PERFECT. But you needed to stay a bit to figure out the plan in detail. You need to know your way out and their sleeping schedule, you also need to gain their trust. You needed to be super nice to them for them to trust you.

You take a deep breath and step out of your room. When you arrive downstairs you see that all of the boys are awake. “Good Morning!” Haknyeon jumps up from the couch. “Good morning.” You respond back.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Sangyeon walks into the living room. “Sit down, I'll explain what you need to do.” He starts talking about you making their meals and doing their laundry followed by cleaning the whole house. You mentally sigh. This isn’t going to be easy.

Kevin introduces you to the kitchen and offers to help with making breakfast.

“Haknyeon, stop it!” Kevin grabs the spoon that Haknyeon is about to dip in the soup.

For the third time.

“I’m just tasting it for you guys.”

“You’ve tasted enough, get out!” Haknyeon pouts as he walks out of the kitchen, making you giggle.

“So, Kevin, how many times a week do you guys go out to steal?” “Hmm, maybe five to six times a week. Why?” He looks up at you. “Oh just wondering.” You lie. “Must be tiring.”

You continue to make the soup while wondering if it was possible to escape while they’re out stealing. You decide to ask Kevin for more information and he tells you that it usually takes 30 minutes to an hour for them to finish a small mission and that bigger missions sometimes take up to three hours.

He also tells you that he, Haknyeon and sunwoo are in charge of hacking, Younghoon, Jacob and Chanhee are always on the watch and Sangyeon, Hyunjae, Juyeon, Eric, and Changmin are the ones in action.

—————————————————

“Wow this is good!” Eric says, stuffing his mouth with the soup you and Kevin made.

I should’ve put poison in it, you think to yourself.

“So Y/n, tonight we have another mission and since we can’t trust you alone in this house we have to take you with us from now on.” Sangyeon speaks up.

Fuck.

“Sure” You simply say. “So what’s tonight’s mission about, hyung?” Changmin asks. “Tonight we’re robbing the new shoe store in town.”

And they all go crazy

“Finally! I needed new Jordan's.” Eric jumps up from his seat. “We should rob a Balenciaga store next.” Sunwoo sighs. After the boys finally calm down and finish their breakfast, you go wash the dishes while they prepare for tonight’s robbery.

Finally the time has broken for tonight’s mission. While in the car, Sangyeon instructs you to stay in the car with the hackers while the rest of them go to their usual position. When it’s time for the rest to leave the car, you lean back and sigh.

You have no phone, no nothing, all you can do is pray you get out of this situation soon.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself.” Sunwoo chuckles. “Leave her alone Sunwoo. Why don’t you come and look at how we work?” Kevin motions for you to sit next to him.

You sit in between him and Haknyeon and look up at the huge screen. Kevin clicks on a couple of things and all of a sudden a bunch of security camera screens pop up. In one of them you see Jacob, Younghoon and Chanhee on the lookout while the rest make their way around the back of the building.

“If I click on this, all the footage of tonight will be deleted, but I'll do that after the guys come back.” He points at a key on his keyboard. “Now we have to crack the password. Haknyeon?”

You look at your right to see Haknyeon click on a bunch of keys to reveal the password.

“1206” He says, and Sunwoo repeats it into the walkie talkie.

After 30 minutes the rest rushes back in the car with a bunch of bags full of shoes and money.

“We almost got caught.” Eric pants out of breath.

“I saw no one in the store though?” Kevin asks, while deleting the camera footage.

“There was this old lady walking in the alley and Eric started freaking out” Hyunjae huffs.

“So an old lady walking in a dark alley in the middle of the night isn’t sus?!” Eric yells, making the others laugh.

When you guys arrive ‘home’, you decide to go to sleep first because you're exhausted. When you lie in your bed, you fall asleep almost immediately.

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“I’m kinda getting bored of robbing, I need more thrill.” Changmin lay’s down on the couch.

“Yeah me too, I want some adrenaline.” Eric plops down next to him. “Try jumping off a cliff.” “Not funny, Sunwoo.”

“Oh! I have an idea!” Haknyeon jumps up. “Y/n is our maid now, right?” “Maid.” Younghoon snorts. “She’s cute, right? And we steal stuff, right?”

“Get to the point.” Sangyeon sighs.

“Let’s steal her heart.”

Hyunjae burst out laughing. “Are you insane? Why would we do that? That sounds so dumb.”

“You guys said you were bored and this sounds like a fun mission to me.”

“I agree, this could be fun.” Eric jumps up from the couch.

“So you wanna make her fall in love with one of us?” Jacob sits up. “Why would she do that, we’re holding her hostage.” Sunwoo laughs.

“That’s what makes it hard and more of a fun mission!”

“And when does the winner get?” Sangyeon speaks up.

“We have to do anything for that person for two whole years.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Hyunjae scoffs.

“I like the idea, I'm with Haknyeon.” Juyeon sides with the younger one.

“Fine it’s a good distraction, we need to get off the radar for a week, the police are still on our heels.” Sangyeon gives in while Haknyeon and Eric cheer.

[thepremedthatwrites]

Insufferable

request: Hi lovely, can you do Peter pevensie x reader imagine, please? The reader meets Pevensies in Narnia, but from the beginning she and Peter can't get along together, lots of arguments, while secretly and slowly developing feelings towards each other they don't want to admit, lot of sexual tension before smth happens but eventually they'll end up together. you can include some smut stuff. Thanks xx

hi, so i was gone for a while sorry about that haha but now school is done for the year so i can focus on writing more also this is going to be a multi part story cause it’s enemies to lovers

part 2 | part 3

A soft breeze brushed my face as my eyes fluttered open. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I turned to where my bedroom window should have been. Instead, a large bookshelf filled with a myriad of leather bound books was there.  The confusion grew as I took in my surroundings.  Where my nightstand should have stood was a trunk.  My dark blue comforter was now a deep maroon.  My sheets felt softer than they ever were.  As I ran a hand over them, I realized they were silk.  

“You’re up,” a voice said.  I jumped, my head snapping in the direction where the voice came from.  A tall, blond man sat in an armchair across the room.  “Lucy found you laying in the meadows.  I carried you here.  I should fetch you a maid.  You look like a mess.”  He spoke quickly, not giving me any time to interject until he was finished.  

“Where am I?” I asked, choosing to ignore the man’s last comments about me.

“Narnia,” the man said.  He stepped closer to me and as he approached, the light from the lantern on the nightstand illuminated him.  On top of his head sat a golden crown decorated with jewels.  He had good bone structure, his jawline strong and sharp.  His sparkling blue eyes studied me.

“I’m being serious,” I said, crossing my arms.  I wasn’t wearing a bra and the shirt I was wearing did not offer much coverage concerning my breasts.  The man pulled his full lips into a smirk.

“And so am I.”  I took a deep breath, not wanting to start a fight with the man who seemed to have some power if his crown was any indication.

“Please just tell me where I am.  I have a very important presentation for school tomorrow and I cannot be wasting time sitting here.”

“You’re from Earth, aren’t you,” he said, the smirk still on his face as he sat down on the bed.  

“What kind of question is that?  Of course I am.”

“I hate to break it to you, darling, but you aren’t on Earth anymore.”

“I seriously don’t have time for this.  If you don’t tell me where I am, I’ll have to call the police.”  I started searching for my cell phone which had been tossed somewhere onto my bed before I fell asleep.  My hands moved the sheets around, my eyes frantically looking for the familiar rectangular shape of my phone.

“I already told you where you are,” the man said, laughing at me.  “You are in Narnia.”

I let out a huff as I gave up my fruitless search.  “Alright fine, whatever.  I’m in Narnia.  How do I get back to Earth?”

“How would I know?”  I wanted to bury my face into the pillow and scream.  Was he being serious?

“If you won’t be of any help, you can leave.”

“I’m afraid not, darling.  You see, I’m the high king here which means I have to make sure you aren’t a threat to my nation.”  I let out an incredulous laugh.

“Who let you be king?”

“High king, actually.”

“King, high king, whatever.  You most certainly aren’t acting like any sound ruler right now.”

“Would you prefer I tied you up and interrogated you?”  I bit back my response.  I wasn’t sure if he would actually do that if I weren’t careful enough.

“Okay fine.  What must you know in order to determine that I am not a threat to your precious nation?”

“Well first, you could be a bit more respectful.  You are talking to the high king after all.  Second, tell me your name.”

“I was told not to tell my name to strangers.”

“I’m hurt, don’t you trust me?”  The man feigned a look of betrayal as I stayed silent, narrowing my (e/c) eyes at him.  “Okay fine, I’ll go first.  My name is High King Peter the Magnificent, Lord of Cair Paravel and Emperor of the Lone Islands.”

“That’s a mouthful.”

“Now that you know my name, will you tell me yours?”  

“Okay, fine,” I sighed.  “My name is (y/n).  Happy now?”  King Peter smiled, nodding his head slowly.

“Very good, (y/n).  My second question is how did you find your way to Narnia?”

“I’m not sure,” I said, my voice softer as I tried to rack my brain for any memory of how I could’ve ended up here.  “All I remember is falling asleep in my bed and then waking up here.”

“Interesting,” the king said, almost more to himself than to me.  “Well, I’m not sure how you got here or how we can get you back but I’m sure Aslan would know.”

“Who’s Aslan?” I questioned.  King Peter looked at me, the ghost of a smile on his face.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.  Perhaps I’ll have Lucy explain that to you.”

“Who is Lucy?”

“My sister.  You’ll meet her tomorrow along with all the others.  But now, you should sleep.  It’s late.  I’ll see you tomorrow (y/n).”  He walked over to the large mahogany doors.

“Good night, Your Majesty.  It was a pleasure talking with you.”

“You should drop that sarcastic tone if you want to survive here,” King Peter said as he started to open the door.

“Is that a threat?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

“Only if you want it to be.”  And with that, he left the room, closing the door behind him.  I buried myself deep into the covers, squeezing my eyes closed.  Maybe when I woke up, I’d be back in my bedroom.  That’s what I hoped.  Instead, I tossed and turned in the sheets.  Although they were of the softest material imaginable, I couldn’t fall asleep.  I let out a sigh, admitting defeat before getting out of the bed.  I looked around the room, spotting a wardrobe in the corner.  I pulled open the door to see a white robe, along with a few other articles of clothing.  I grabbed the robe, wrapping it around my body before opening the door.  

The door opened to a hallway, torches lighting the way.  The cool stone pressing against my feet as I walked along the corridor.  Every now and then I would pass a few doors.  All of them were always tightly shut.  I wasn’t sure where I was going and I was definitely not sure of how to get back to the room I had been in before.  That didn’t matter to me.  I just needed to clear my head.  The hallways I was walking in seemed to be reaching an end, two large wooden doors waiting for me.  The right one was slightly ajar, candlelight spilling from behind it.

I crept towards the doors.  I peeped in to see shelves upon shelves of books.  I felt my mouth fall slightly open as I cautiously walked into the room.  The shelves reached up to the tall ceiling.  In the middle of the ceiling was a large glass dome where the full moon was visible.  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” a voice said.  I tore my eyes from the moon to see a man sitting in an armchair near a fireplace, a brown book in his hand.  

“I’m sorry for disturbing you,” I said quickly.  An amused smile formed on his face.

“Don’t be.  You must be the girl Lucy found in the meadows.”

“Apparently I am,” I said while slowly walking towards the man.  “May I?” I asked, motioning to the empty seat across from him.

“Of course.”  I quickly sat down, fidgeting with my hands.

“Am I truly in Narnia?” I asked.

“Trust me, if Peter was lying you would know.  He is a horrible liar.”  I couldn’t help but smile.  

“I just never heard of Narnia before.”

“Most people from Earth haven’t.”

“I feel like I should do my research on the place.  I don’t want to offend anyone.”  As soon as the words left my mouth, my mind immediately flashed to my interaction with Peter.  “Well, not offend anyone else, I mean.”

“I’m guessing Peter wasn’t the most welcoming.”

“I don’t know.  There was just something about the way he talked to me that was infuriating.  It was like he was amused by me.  I couldn’t stand it.”

“Well, I apologize for my brother’s actions.”

“You’re his brother?”  The man nodded.  “Does that mean you’re a king too?”  He nodded again.  Great, I’ve met two royals and both meetings had been in my pajamas.  

“King Edmund, that’s me.”  

“Why isn’t your title long like your brothers?”

“Oh it is, I just don’t like stroking myself.”  I let out a chuckle, King Edmund joining in.  “You’ll get to meet Susan and Lucy tomorrow morning at breakfast.”

“Oh, I’m invited to dine with the royals?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Only if you choose to grace us with your presence.”  I felt my lips tug into a smile.

“Of course, I couldn’t disappoint the kings and queens of Narnia.”

“How generous,” King Edmund replied, a matching smile on his face.  “We should head to bed now.  You don’t want to be sleeping at the dining table tomorrow.”

“Yes, we should,” I said, exhaustion finally hitting me as I got up.

“Do you know where you’re going?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“I can show you, I have a feeling I know which room Peter put you in.”  He got up from his seat, walking towards the doors with his book still in his hands.  I quickly followed as he opened the door, holding it open for me.  We walked down hallways that seemed somewhat familiar to me.

“How do you remember where to go?” I asked as we walked.

“I don’t.  I just walk and hope I go to the right place.”  I let out a soft laugh as we passed a door where guards stood.  “I would use the guards as reference,” he continued, motioning towards the standing guards, “but they all look the same with that ridiculous face.”  He mimicked the face of the guards, eyebrows furrowed, nose flared, and mouth twisted into a frown as they stayed focused on protecting whatever was in their room.  “They look constipated all the time.”  I let out another laugh, louder than the other.  I immediately covered my mouth, hoping the noise didn’t disturb anyone.  Edmund laughed at this, the sound of the door opening cutting him off.

King Peter stood in the doorway, sleep still clouding his eyes.  “What are you doing, Ed?” he asked, before his eyes landed on me.  “You both should be asleep.”  His voice was sterner than before as his cold blue eyes focused on me.  

“Don’t worry Pete.  I was showing her back to her room, that’s all.”

“You two shouldn’t be alone together, lest someone believes you two to be partaking in a scandal.”  My face warmed at his accusation.

“I’m sure my reputation isn’t going to be ruined by being seen with King Edmund,” I said.

“I wasn’t talking about you.  Ed, you are a king.  You shouldn’t be seen with any girl, especially a peasant.”  

“I’m not a peasant.”

“Well, you certainly aren’t royalty.”

“So that makes me less than?’

“Technically, yes.”

“Well being royal doesn’t make you any more pleasant!”

“You should be thankful I’m letting you stay here.  Unless you want to live on the streets.”

“At least the streets don’t have you.”  I made my eyes meet his.  My face felt like it was on fire as I narrowed my eyes.  His jaw was clenched as his eyes stared down at me.  

“Let’s get you to bed,” Edmund softly said, his hand wrapped around my arm.  “And you, go to bed,” he added, looking at King Peter.

“Good night,” King Peter said roughly.

“Good night, your majesty,” I replied before mockingly curtseying.  He turned around, slamming the door behind him.

Edmund and I walked on in silence for a moment.  “Well that went nicely,” Edmund finally said as we neared a door.

“He truly is insufferable.  Did you hear what he said?  Calling me a peasant like I was worth nothing.  The audacity!”

Edmund only nodded, a small smile on his face.  “You should go to sleep before you get yourself kicked out by Pete.”

I let out a huff.  “I’ll try to be on my best behavior tomorrow,” I promised as I opened the door.  I was surprised to see it was the same room I had woken up in.  “How did you know which room to take me to?”

“This is the room Peter has his most important guest stay in,” Edmund said, the smile still on his face.

[elysiadjarin]

Day 3: Dacryphilia

Jesse Cromeans may be a ruthless killer, but at home with you? You’re the one in charge. And especially those days when you’re annoyed at how long he’s been gone and he comes back so desperate for your attention… well. You did so like to see him cry.

Day 3 of Kinktober has arrived! I actually think I discovered some things about myself writing this one, so y’all enjoy. 😂 Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content only. This one is a slasher x reader fic, so please beware of mentions of murder and assault as part of the territory, though nothing is explicitly mentioned. PinV unprotected sex, dacryphilia, desperation, cumplay.

Tags: Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) x reader, slasher x reader, yandere!reader, soft femdom, sub/dom themes

Paint Splatters over Canvas

It was rather funny, really.

You scrolled through your phone, ignoring the giant man standing in the doorway of the room staring at you. Jesse had always made a point of never touching you without your permission. A way for him to separate the meaningless victims of his murderous hobby with you, his wife, his everything. And while of course your relationship stayed perfectly strong, you well aware of his hobby and he well aware of your own tendencies… it did sometimes backfire on him in the best worst ways.

Like now. When you were annoyed with him because he’d been gone an entire day later than he’d promised, extra dark web cash be damned. A promise was a promise, and it wasn’t as though he’d needed the money. He did have a perfectly legal and highly successful business, after all. So shouldn’t you have come first?

You liked revenge cold, playing the long game; something you had in common with Jesse. And today, you certainly had plans put in place for said revenge. Which, for the time being, meant ignoring Jesse. You had plenty to occupy you, from communications for the business to just working on your own projects. Still, you’d made sure to be just nonchalant enough to let him know that it was all so… deliberate.

Jesse shuffled in the doorway, clearly wanting your attention but knowing better than to think any sort of demanding would get him anywhere. He’d learned the hard way that at home, his power over subordinates decidedly did not apply to you. When you didn’t give him any response, he hovered for a moment, clearly trying to decide on what to do next.

You knew how he would get after a mission. Needy. Wanting. Starved for attention and affection from you. Pent up for days, probably thinking about you every spare moment between takes.

With a hum, you typed out a message on your phone before standing and heading for the doorway. You briefly looked up to see him as you brushed past in the doorway. “Oh, hi, Jesse,” you said, giving him a brief, distracted smile. “I’m off to get ready for a meeting with a client.” You headed for the bedroom, already thinking about your next steps.

You could hear him following behind you, could almost feel the mounting despair as he started to realized what was happening. Why you had used his name instead of the usual love, darling. His shoulders hunched, and you could see his face twist as he clearly tried to think of what to do. He already knew that you’d have your revenge however you wanted: apologies would be expected but certainly wouldn’t get him any closer to mercy.

Walking into the bedroom, you headed straight for the bathroom to start preparing. Jesse still trailed along behind you like a forlorn, helpless puppy, and you swore you could almost hear him let out a small whine. Pausing for a moment in front of your vanity, you dialed your friend’s number and set it to speaker, putting it down on the countertop and sitting in front of the mirror.

You tied your hair up and reached for your cosmetics, beginning the process as the phone dialed. Your friend picked up quickly, already in on your plan thanks to your texting. She always approved of your payback plans.

Bestie! I thought you said you had to prepare for the meeting? I mean, yknow, not that I don’t like hearing from you. She cheerfully teased over the phone.

You smiled. “Well yeah, I just sat down to do my makeup. But I mean, we did say we were going to talk about the party for little Jacen this weekend, and what better time than now? You can help me pick out an outfit once I’m done,” you cajoled, noticing how Jesse sat on the edge of the jacuzzi bathtub, unabashedly staring at you. He always had loved watching you get ready for an event. Not that you minded.

Fair enough. Your best friend admitted readily. But seriously, you didn’t have to go all out for Jacen like this. She half scolded. It’s so much!

You laughed lightly, the creamy foundation smoothing across your skin. “Oh c’mon, he’s my adorable little nephew in all but name. He deserves to get spoiled by his doting Aunt, let me have my fun,” you wheedled, knowing she would cave.

She sighed over the receiver. I swear, girl, you could convince anyone into anything.

“Or maybe I’m just your weakness, Miss Mara,” you teased back. The soft brush in your fingers blended the contour onto your face, and you smiled as you glanced at the phone. “But anyway, did you manage to figure out what he might want for a birthday present? Or are we going with my original idea to let him loose in a mall?”

Oh, no, you are so not buying him everything he points at. I’d never get him to not be a spoiled brat if I let you.Mara snorted. I’ll text you what I figured out, he seems to be pretty fixated on it right now.

“Ugh, fineeee,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “But I’m going to at least get him that adorable motorized scooter I showed you before. He’s going to look so cute riding around in it.”

Fair enough I suppose. Better than the mall idea— wait, did you just get me to agree to something extravagant by threatening something so ridiculous—

“Anyway,” you interrupted blithely, “did you send out invitations to everyone?”

Yep, and I got back all the RSVPs. Speaking of which, I thought you said that you were meeting with the CEO of some business tonight? What’s that all about? I know you, you normally don’t like dealing with people.

You sighed. “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag a little.” You pouted, reaching for the eyeshadow and liner. “Jesse was supposed to be back yesterday, but since he wasn’t I had to reschedule, and I promised to personally meet with the CEO in order to smooth over ruffled feathers. But besides that… I wanted to be there personally to see my best friend and her husband’s house finally paid off for their fifth anniversary.”

A pause. Then a screech that made you grin. You’re not serious! Babes, no, wait—

“No use protesting!” You said cheerfully, waving your brush. “It’s already been practically settled. Besides, you both need to start saving up for Jacen’s college funds. We did have the agreement that I’d open the doors to whatever college he wanted instead of just paying for it,” you reminded.

Ugh, I don’t know if I want to smack you or hug you, you sly little— Mara groaned. Wait till I tell Damien, he won’t know what hit him. She laughed. Thank you. You know how much it means to us. I won’t scold.

“Good.” You nodded. “And you know I’ll take care of you.”

She sighed. Never doubted it. So, how’s the process?

You hummed, pursing your lips as you finished the eyeshadow and grabbed the mascara. “About to do mascara, then all I have left is the lipstick. But shouldn’t I wait till we pick a dress before I actually pick a color?”

Probably. What’s the mood? You going for boss ass bitch, sultry Queen, or mysterious vampire lady? Amusement laced Mara’s voice.

“You’re not even in my house and yet you walked in and called me out to my face,” you said dryly, earning laughter. Jesse, you saw in the mirror, tilted his head with a small smile playing over his lips. He’d quietly observed the whole processes, eyes fixed on your face.

Only cause I love you. So, show me the closet, girl! Oh, show me your makeup first tho so we got reference.

You picked up the phone as you finished, turning on the camera so she could see your makeup sans the lipstick. She whistled, eyebrows wriggling teasingly as she grinned.

Oh, so mysterious vampire queen it is. She smirked. Closet. Though I do have the feeling that we’re going to be choosing a gorgeous red lipstick.

“Yes ma’am,” you answered, standing and heading for your closet. You heard Jesse stand and follow behind you, and stifled a smile. Flipping the camera, you started to flip through the racks of dresses. “Does that mean we’re leaning towards a black dress?”

Hmm, probably. Actually, how about one of your sleek black ones? The one with like, barely any frills and only a tiny bit of lace at the top. Off the shoulder. If you’re gonna try to assert dominance, probably drawing attention to your mouth and hands is the best way to go.

You tilted your head at the hangers, then nodded. “You’re right. Especially if I go for the red lipstick. I could also honestly use a glass of wine during that meeting,” you sighed.

Mara snickered. Blood in a wine glass? How stereotypical of you, madame.

“You hush, drama queen,” you said dryly, finding the dress she’d described and pulling it out.

Ooh, that’s the one! And I know you have that one crimson shade of lipstick that I always say looks vampiric.

You went back to the vanity and set the phone down, pretending to not notice that it showed Jesse standing in the doorway, clearly staring at you. You slid your shirt off, careful not to smudge any makeup, then slipped out of your pants and reached for the dress. Smoothing it over your front to get rid of any wrinkles, you sat back down and tilted the camera back to yourself, reaching for the lipstick.

“This one, right?” You waved it in front of your face.

Yep! That dress is stunning, by the way. Oh, and what are you doing with your hair?

“Ugh, I don’t really wanna bother too much with it, so I figured I’d go with the… messy, loose waves.” You shrugged, applying the lipstick.

Mara snorted. I think you mean, ‘sorry I’m late I was doing things’ while ignoring Jesse staggering behind you clearly radiating ‘I’m things’ energy.

You half-choked, laughing despite yourself. “Mara-! Seriously!”

She rolled her eyes at you. I’m just saying it like it is. But you go girlie, you look bomb. She laughed. Blow them all away. Be the boss bitch you are. A noise in the background interrupted her. Oop, that’s my cue. I gotta go, text me though okay?

“Will do, tell Damien and Jacen hi for me.” You smiled and hung up, finishing fluffing your hair. Standing, you grabbed the phone and headed for the door. “The meeting is in five minutes,” you remarked to Jesse as you passed him in the doorway. “If you want to join.”

You saw him type on his phone, the text to speech translator sounding a moment later. May I be there with you?

You flashed him a warm smile, as though you weren’t at all deliberately enacting revenge. “Of course! I’d love to have you there. Let’s go.” With a little hum, you headed towards the stairs.

Your phone pinged with a message. Girl, I swear he was drooling. You’re so mean sometimes. Not that he didn’t deserve it.

You suppressed a laugh, replying with one hand as your other slid down the bannister to guide you down the staircase. You know it. Mission so far successful. Wish me luck, I’m about to go into this meeting.

You looked up as you got to the bottom of the stairs, seeing an assistant waiting with the guest. The assistant bowed politely. “May I introduce Mr. Trace, CEO of Finley Bank.”

Giving the assistant a nod, you turned to Mr. Trace. “Greetings, Mr. Trace. Welcome! Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I do apologize for the delay,” you said, taking charge and sweeping towards the parlor.

He followed after automatically. “Of course, Mrs. Cromeans,” he answered, quickly recovering from his moment of bewilderment.

You motioned to a chair, sitting on the velvet couch across the coffee table. “Please, please, have a seat,” you said, keeping the easy smile on your face. “Can I get you a drink? Anything at all?”

He blinked, sitting down and setting his briefcase next to him. “Ah— thank you. I’d appreciate a scotch on the rocks if it’s available.”

“Of course,” you said easily, nodding to the maid standing nearby. “A red wine for me, please.” You smiled at Jesse as he sat next to you. “Your regular?” you asked sweetly. At his nod, you turned back to the maid. “And a glass of dry white.”

She bowed and went to go fetch the drinks.

“I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do, Mr. Trace,” you said smoothly, “so I’ll not take any more of your time than necessary. Of course, as I said, I’d like to discuss several things with you…”

Twenty minutes later found you leaning against the arm of the couch, feet propped up beside you as you swirled the last dregs of the red wine, tapping the glass with your fingernails. The CEO had long since emptied his scotch, and Jesse was on his second glass. His fingers kept clenching around the flute of his glass every time your feet brushed against his thigh.

“Of course,” Trace said with a nod, jotting down the final notes on the paperwork. “Easily managed. Are there any other details you would like to add or anything else to discuss?” He looked up at you.

Your tactics of firm politeness and the scotch seemed to have worked their charm, and you’d been able to rather easily dominate the flow of the interaction. Not to mention, Mara had been right about appearances clearly setting a tone. Trace seemed to be studiously avoiding eye contact with either you or Jesse.

“Not at all, Mr. Trace,” you said, a pleased note in your voice. “I’m rather pleased at how everything has turned out. We do so value your business, you know.” You tilted the glass in your fingers. “Shall I sign the papers?”

“At your leisure.” He slid them across the table toward you.

You slowly uncurled yourself like a lazy feline, straightening yourself and leaning over to set the glass down on the table. Grasping the pen, you slowly signed your name on the papers, eyes glancing over the print to ascertain that everything was in order. Shuffling through the papers, you finally set the pen down.

Trace took them back, glancing through them before nodding. “Everything seems to be in order.” He slid them back into his briefcase. “Thank you as always for your business, Mrs. Cromeans, Mr. Cromeans.”

You nodded, and Jesse stood, setting his glass down. You rose as well, sliding your arm into the crook of his elbow as he automatically adjusted for you. “And thank you for your help, Mr. Trace,” you answered easily. “I do hope you have a productive rest of the day. Do be safe out there.”

He nodded as the assistant returned to escort him out. “Same to you.”

With a hum, you absently patted Jesse’s arm and let yours slide out of his grasp, drifting towards the stairs again. “Oh, I need to go tell Mara it’s all confirmed. Besides, this dress is only comfortable for so long,” you remarked, pulling out your phone again.

Guess who completely owns their house now? You texted Mara, smiling. And your tactics worked, I think dominance was asserted.

You waltzed into the bedroom, headed straight for the closet. “Jesse, are you hungry? I think the food I ordered should have arrived by now, it should be in front of the TV. Maybe pick a movie? I still have a few messages to send.”

You changed into a comfortable black babydoll nightdress, sighing in relief as the silk slid over your skin. It was far more comfortable, and you could feel yourself finally starting to relax after the pent-up tension of the meeting. You really did hate dealing with people, especially ones like the CEO.

Your phone buzzed as you went to go pick it back up. You are literally the best. Now go finish seducing Jesse while I go figure out how to make this news sexy.

Stifling a snort, you went to go wipe your makeup off and wash your face. You could hear the sounds of the TV starting in the bedroom, so you took one more glance in the mirror before heading out into the room, still tapping at your phone. You still had to finish some arrangements for Jacen’s birthday, after all, and your revenge was still percolating.

Jesse’s head turned as soon as you approached the couch in front of the TV. You ignored the way he froze, sliding onto the couch and tucking your feet under a soft blanket. Sending off another message, you set it beside you and reached forward to grab a tray, pulling it into your lap.

“I figured you might not want anything too heavy since you just got back, so I kinda just made a guess and ended up ordering too much…” You frowned at the myriad of food laid out over the table. “Sorry, Jesse… I don’t even know if this is what you want—“

The text to speech cut you off. The food is fine, thank you. I’m sorry for being late. I know I can only make excuses, but I am sorry. Can I make it up to you?

A frown touched your lips as you picked up your spoon, still not looking at him. Your fingernails tapped against the screen of your phone. “Jacen asked the other day if Uncle Jesse would be at his party. I told him I didn’t know, but I’d ask.”

He quickly typed. Of course, if he asked for me, I’ll be sure to be there. His fingers paused, then he slowly typed again, as though hesitating. I got you a present while I was gone.

You hummed, swallowing your food and picking your phone back up. “He’ll be happy to hear it. And thank you for the present.” You sent a message to tell Mara that Jacen’s wish had been granted.

Jesse practically fidgeted as he ate, the movie playing in the background. You could feel his eyes slide from the screen to you, could almost hear the wheels in his head frantically turning. The tension in every line of his body was obvious, his movements stilted and jerky. He practically twitched every time you so much as moved.

Finally, you set down the tray, grabbing a mint to refresh your mouth. Shifting to get more comfortable, you angled yourself towards him a little more. You snitched a piece of food from his plate, letting out a hum as you smiled down at Mara’s message. If possible, Jesse stiffened even more, his fingers clenching so hard around his spoon that it even bent a little in his grasp.

A crumb fell from your fingers onto the lace edge of your nightgown, and you let out a quiet noise of protest as you looked down. Your fingers brushed against the top of your breast, brushing off the crumb. Sticking your finger in your mouth, you typed out a message in response to another conversation. With a sigh, you looked up and glanced over Jesse’s shoulder to see the lamp on the table next to him. Night had fallen, and shadows fell over the room.

Stirring yourself, you sat up, setting your phone down for a moment. “Can I turn on the lamp? I don’t wanna get up for the lights,” you said, starting to lean across him. Almost thoughtlessly, you placed your hand on his thigh and put your weight on it, reaching over his body on your hands and knees to pull at the cord on the lamp. The light clicked on, just as a low keening sound came from Jesse.

Your head tilted at the sound, and you turned to look up at his face. It was your turn to freeze.

Jesse’s face had crumpled, his soft green eyes literally awash with tears. His hands were clenched at his sides, his chest heaving with hitching breaths as he struggled to control his expression. The tears welled in his eyes, and faint color had splashed across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Slowly, a smile crossed your lips as you stared up at his face. Leaning back, you tilted your head, licking your lips. “Oh, look at you,” you breathed. “You made all the little piggies cry, Jesse. But maybe it’s your turn, hmm?” Your eyes flickered down to the way his entire body trembled, every muscle taut and strained.

You moved, sliding your entire body into his lap to straddle his waist and face him. Crossing your arms under your chest, you stared into his face. “I don’t know… you broke your promise, though.” Your eyebrow raised at him, and he let out another hoarse whimper. Tears slid down his cheeks, his mouth opening for shuddering breaths.

He shook his head, lips trembling as he lifted one hand and signed. Sorry. Please. Sorry. His fingers spelled out your name.

Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands. You leaned up, face drawing closer to his. “But I already accepted your apology, love,” you cooed, smiling. “You know what I think?” You slowly dragged your tongue across his tear tracks, your body flushing with heat at the taste of the bitter salt. “I think,” you murmured against his jaw, “that I like seeing you cry.”

Jesse’s breath hitched on a sob, more tears spilling down his cheeks. It was fairly intoxicating, seeing the giant man completely fall apart under you, trapped between his desperation and his personal standards. When you slid forward, your body pressing flush against him, another sob wrenched from his gritted teeth.

You decided for the moment to have a bit of mercy. Reaching down, you grasped his wrists and lifted his hands to your waist. His fingers instantly clenched in the silk babydoll dress, shaking as he grabbed at your waist. His entire body lurched forwards towards you, eyes fixed on your face.

You hummed softly, brushing a kiss to his jaw. “Your eyes are so pretty when they’re filled with tears, Jesse,” you purred, drawing his face closer to you. Still, you refused to kiss him, instead trailing your lips down his jaw, down to his throat. You opened your mouth against his neck, savoring the taste of his skin and the soft scent of his cologne.

Jesse’s trembling fingers jerked against your waist, and he slumped into you. His hands slid over your waist to your lower back, his touch practically reverent as he squeezed. His breaths came quick and fast, breaking occasionally on a sob. Every time you suckled or moved your lips, every time your hands slid down his shoulders, he gasped and shuddered, more tears dripping down his cheeks.

You slid your hands down, starting to unbutton his shirt. Your tongue dragged across his neck, and you felt the bulge in his pants throb against your thigh. “Isn’t this punishment fair, darling?” you cooed. “I only ask for a few tears, hmm? A front row seat to your pretty eyes?”

His head jerked, even though it wrenched another tortured sob from him. Despite the contact, you could feel his frustration mounting.

You pulled back, looking up at him as you finished unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh, you don’t think so?” Your fingers slid across his bared chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. “But isn’t this what you wanted? Me, paying attention to you?”

His gasps had turned ragged. His hips jerked, rutting up against your thigh. A strangled noise left his throat, his eyes squeezing shut. His grip on your waist threatened to leave fingerprints against your skin.

“No?” You bit your lip, raking your nails lightly against his chest. “Then what is it you want, hmm?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips, unconsciously licking his own. His fingers clenching, he pulled you down to grind against his cock, straining in his trousers. Pants fell from his mouth, and he kept glancing from your eyes to your lips.

You reached down, teasingly trailing your fingers down his chest and stomach. Unzipping his trousers, you looked up at his face and smiled as you traced one fingertip down the bulge in his underwear. His eyes fairly rolled back in his head, more tears streaming down his face afresh.

“Look at you, already such a mess,” you murmured, sliding your fingers into his underwear. The moment you wrapped a hand around his cock and slid up, you were rewarded with a guttural groan. He gritted his teeth, clearly struggling to stay still. With a soft laugh, you leaned up and brushed a kiss to his ear.

You tugged at his collar. “Why don’t you lie down for me?” you murmured.

He immediately complied, his hands still clamped around your waist as he turned and shifted up, lying down on the couch. He stared up at you, face still twisted in agony and desperation.

Lifting yourself a little, you tilted your head at him. “Take your pants off for me?”

He practically kicked his pants and underwear off in his haste. You guided one of his hands to the latch on the side of your own panties, giving him an amused smile and nod. His trembling fingers unlatched them, his chest heaving as he watched the black silk slide away from your skin. The moment you lowered back down onto him, his cock throbbed against you and his back arched.

Leaning forward, you hummed a pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Jesse, love,” you murmured. “Cry for me a little more?” You cupped his face in your hands, feeling your wetness coat his own length as you ground against his tip. But you deliberately kept shifting, not giving him any steady pressure.

Another broken whine came from him, and a few more tears slipped down his cheeks. Frustration scrunched his face, his neck mottled with red and flushing down to his shoulders and chest, making your white nail marks stand out. His hips jerked, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

“Is this what you want?” You pressed down against him again, feeling his cock slip against your wet folds teasingly.

His head jerked in a nod, almost violently. Tremors kept running through his arms, his body occasionally shuddering under you.

You leaned down and sucked his lower lip between yours. Your teeth nipped at his lip, and you finally slanted your mouth over his. Tears poured afresh down his cheeks as he desperately pulled at you, trying to get closer, kiss you more. You relented and let him, thumbs brushing against his jaw as you hummed softly into his frantic, pleading kisses. Without warning, you slipped your tongue between his lips, feeling his mouth part with alacrity. When you finally parted, his green eyes were glazed over with tears, hazily staring at you.

Then you smiled at him slyly. “I think you’ve deserved a little bit more,” you decided.

The moment you slid his tip into you, he choked. Saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut, struggling for breath. His entire body froze, humming taut under you and his eyes sightlessly staring up at the ceiling.

You observed his wrecked expression, licking your lips with satisfaction. Rarely did Jesse ever fully submit to you like this, usually a brat. But tonight, you had absolute and utter control, and you intended to milk every last ounce of satisfaction out of it. The memories would fuel you for years of his utterly ruined expression, tears slipping down his cheeks as he drooled uncontrollably.

“So pretty, darling,” you purred, licking the tears from his cheek. You gave him another kiss, letting his hands wander over your waist and up your front. “So good for me. Do you think you can handle more?”

His eyes widened, breath quickening. He glanced down, then shook his head jerkily. Then nodded. Then shook his head.

You tilted your head. “Hmmm.” A wicked grin crossed your lips. “No? Oh, but I think you can,” your said, just as you lifted yourself and fully sheathed him inside you.

Jesse sobbed. His mouth opened, tongue lolling as he gasped. Tears poured down his cheeks from the mingled pleasurable pain and relief. His cock throbbed inside you, and his hands grasped desperately at your thighs. His entire body started to shake, arching.

You barely gave him time to adjust before you were already bouncing on him, hands braced against the back of the couch. Laughter spilled from your lips, delighted and cruel, as his hands scrabbled against your thighs, raking across your skin. Moans kept being torn from his throat, your name framed on his lips.

As soon as you angled your hips and brought your fingers down to ring tight circles on your clit, you hissed in pleasure. You pulsed around his cock, earning another helpless sob and wave of tears. He just hit that one spot inside you perfectly, again and again, until you bit your lip and moaned his name as you came around him. Your body clenched down on him, even as you kept fucking yourself through your orgasm.

More laughter spilled from your lips. “Are you gonna cum for me, Jesse, my pretty darling?” you asked breathlessly, purposely moaning his name. “Gonna cum inside me?”

The only warning you got from Jesse was another sob and the gritting of his teeth. His hands flew to your hips, slamming you down on him one more time before holding you there with an iron grip. Gasps tore from his mouth, his eyes trying to blink away tears as he stared up at you.

You hummed, caressing his hands and arms as you bit your lip in satisfaction. He kept pouring into you, his hips jerking once in a while and wringing a whimper from him. Finally, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His lips parted under yours weakly, chest heaving under your hands.

“Thank you, Jesse,” you cooed sweetly between kisses. “You’re so good to me, make me feel so good.” Your mind fuzzed with the pleasure of both your high and the sight of his tears.

He pushed up against you, kissing you fervently. Though he didn’t say a word, you could feel his thoughts through his drugged, sloppy kiss.

You giggled, teasingly clenching down on him one more time and earning a jerk and grunt. “And I forgive you. But don’t do it again, okay?”

Jesse’s calculating look as he clearly weighed the consequences made you roll your eyes but laugh. Maybe this one would turn out to backfire against you, next time.

You decided it was worth it.

[marauderundercover]

The Strings that Bind Us: Chapter One

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Marinette Dupain Cheng was tired. She’d fought the same villain for fifteen years. She’d been a hero longer than she’d been just Marinette. It was exhausting. And she was ready for a break. Two years after unmasking Hawkmoth, Paris was finally healed enough for her to move on. To leave.

Which was why she was currently putting fairy lights and pumpkins on the balcony of her new apartment in Gotham. It was quiet, and lonely, but at least she didn’t have the weight of a city on her back anymore. She hums as she places the last pumpkin. Perfect. Glancing across the city, she lets out a sigh. Here she was, in an entirely new city, no connections and no one to talk to when she needed to just talk. But it was worth it, the memories of everything in Paris still too fresh. It still hurt too much. Deciding it’s not too early to go to sleep, she walks back inside. She’s just closed the door when a loud crash from outside has her tensing. She peeks behind the curtain, frowning at the figure on her balcony. She opens the door.

“Uh, hello.” She greets the strangely dressed man. If what she’d read had been correct, this was Batman. Gotham’s resident hero, or vigilante as the papers called him. He probably wasn’t here to fight her, but you can never be too careful.

“My apologies.” He says, his voice gruff. Her eyes narrow at the way he favors his left side.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” She asks suddenly, her face instantly heating up as the words tumble out without her permission.

“I’m not-” He starts, but she shakes her head.

“I insist. You are out trying to protect citizens, are you not? The least I can do is offer you a coffee.” She says, turning and walking back inside. She doesn’t turn to see if he follows, but she does hear footsteps behind her. She figures he could walk silently, if he really wanted to. After all, even though he’d been around for eight or so years, few had ever seen Batman. She hums, moving around the kitchen and starting up her small coffee pot and grabbing a few of the leftover pastries from earlier. Placing the pastries on a plate, she pulls down two cups before turning to the vigilante in her kitchen.

“How do you take your coffee?” She asks, and she swears his lips twitch slightly.

“Just black.” He says, and she grins.

“Thank goodness. One of my friends in Paris refuses to drink coffee unless it’s half cream and sugar.” She says, trying to keep the conversation light. After all, what do you say to a random vigilante? It was different when Chat Noir, or Adrien, visited her back in collège. He didn’t start doing that until after she’d helped with Evillustrator, which helped it to not be awkward. Like it currently was with her and Batman. God, why did she even invite him in? She turns and almost sighs in relief when she sees the coffee is done. Quickly filling up both cups, she passes one to Batman and then pushes the plate of pastries towards him.

“I own the cafe downstairs.” She says as an explanation when she sees his lips purse. He nods and grabs a croissant, taking a hesitant bite out of it.

“Thank you.” He says, and she just smiles. She may not want to be a hero again, but maybe it would be okay to be friends with a hero again.

---

The bell over the door notifying her of another customer makes Marinette stick her head out from the back.

“Hello! Welcome to La Petite Tasse, I’ll be with you in just a minute.” She calls, not catching the response before she’s back in the kitchen, pulling a fresh batch of croissants out of the oven. She slides the tray onto the cooling rack before tugging off the oven mitts and rushing out to the front.

“I am so sorry about that, most of my workers are also students so they have class right now. What can I get you?” She rambles, freezing when she looks up into the most attractive blue eyes she’s ever seen. The man just smiles at her, and she swears her knees go weak.

“That’s fine. Could I have... a large black coffee and a croissant?” The man asks, glancing up at the menu before looking back at her. She nods and smiles, cursing the way her cheeks heat up. Sure, this was quite literally the most attractive man she’d ever seen in person, but she was not going to fall for a pretty face. Nope. Totally not. She turns and grabs a cup, filling it up before rushing to the back to grab one of the fresh croissants. After all, they were better warm.

“That’ll be three dollars and twenty seven cents.” She says, passing the man his order. He grins and passes her a twenty.

“Keep the change.” He says with a grin before he turns and walks out. She blinks, slightly confused, but takes the change and puts it into the tip jar. That was weird, she thinks, but she doesn’t think too much into it. It’s not like she’d ever see him again.

---

She had been wrong, and she was completely okay with it. The man came in almost every day for two weeks before she worked up the courage to introduce herself and ask his name. He’d seemed shocked, but had introduced himself as Bruce. And after two weeks, she was happy to say that Gotham had started to feel a little lighter, that she was a little happier in this dark city. The bell above the door chimes, but she keeps working on filling the macarons since Mack was manning the counter.

“Listen kid, open the register and I won’t shoot your fucking brains out.” A voice says. Oh hell no. She drops the piping back and picks up her rolling pin. Peeking out, she breathes a sigh of relief when she sees it’s only one guy, not an entire group. She tosses her rolling pin lightly before catching it, familiarizing herself with it as a projectile before she actually uses it. She watches as Mack’s hands shake, obviously panicked. Letting out a steadying breath, Marinette aims and manages to hit the man in the head with the rolling pin. He drops instantly, the gun clattering to the floor. She rushes out and grabs a couple zip ties from under the counter, walking over and cuffing the man’s hands behind his back before dragging him towards the handrail and attaching him to it. She glares at the man before she remembers Mack and gasps. She rushes over, frantically checking over the girl to make sure she’s okay.

“Mama M, I’m fine. I promise.” She says, though her voice shakes. Marinette breathes a sigh of relief before crushing the girl in a hug.

“I am so sorry, Mack, so, so sorry.” She apologizes, holding the girl close. She can feel the girl shake slightly, her shirt getting wet as the girl cries. Marinette just coos softly, whispering reassuring words to her. She barely hears the bell signaling a customer ring.

“What the hell happened?” A familiar voice asks. She glances over at Bruce and grimaces.

“Attempted robbery. Would you mind calling the police?” She asks, nodding towards the landline. He blinks, standing frozen as he stares at the tied up man in the corner. “Bruce!” She calls, his attention snapping to her. She nods towards the phone again and he nods, walking over to make the call.

---

After the police take their statements, Marinette sends Mack home with the tips from the day, despite the girl’s protests.

“Sweetheart, you were just held at gunpoint. I’m not gonna let you stay here. Go home, eat some junk food and watch something funny. I’ll see you on Monday.” Marinette says, giving the girl another quick hug before watching her leave. She turns to Bruce, who had been kind enough to stay, and winces. “You’re not gonna get in trouble with your boss, are you?” She asks. He just grins.

“I was actually off today, don’t worry about me.” He says, his smile falling as he looks her over. “Are you okay?” He asks. She lets out a shaky breath before nodding.

“Yeah, yeah. I was more worried about Mack, honestly. I was in the back, but I couldn’t just stay there. Not knowing she was in danger.” She says, her arms wrapped around herself as she tries to stay calm. It was the first time she’d had an actual gun aimed at someone she cares about.

“You were quite the hero today.” He says softly, and she snorts, shaking her head.

“No, Bruce, I wasn’t. I did what anyone else would’ve done.” She says, waving him off dismissively.

“Only you would actually believe that there are still people good enough to act like that.” He says softly. She blushes and clears her throat.

“Well, did you want your regular?” She asks, moving to go back behind the counter. He frowns.

“Mari, you aren’t seriously going to open the cafe back up today, are you?” He asks and she frowns.

“Why wouldn’t I?” She asks.

“Because your store was just attacked!” He exclaims, and she snorts.

“If my parent’s bakery in Paris closed every time there was an attack, they would’ve gone out of business.” She says flippantly. He frowns, and she worries she’s said something wrong, when his face suddenly twists back up into a smile.

“Spend the day with me.” He says and she blinks in surprise.

“What?”

“I had set out to ask you on a date when I came in today, but the whole attempted robbery stopped me. I know you want to just get back to work, but what if you spent the day with me instead?” He offers. She stares at him, wide eyed, before a wide smile forms on her face.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She says. It’d be fine to have the cafe closed for a day.

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