#how much gold is out there just waiting to be dug up?

[silvermoon424]

Dude I just found this video that's an iceberg of public access tv. In the first THREE MINUTES there's been:

A rude psychic who doesn't actually tell people's fortunes, instead hanging up on them if "their vibes are bad" (which applies to everyone)

A wholesome drag queen cooking show where all she cooks are bananas and she has paper mache tits

An anarchist punk who said "oops, my anarchy symbol!" when his desk-pounding led to his hand-drawn sign falling down

This is all in tier 1 btw, out of 6 tiers total. I think I just found my new favorite video lol

[zephyrchama]

You ran a hand through Lucifer’s hair. It was glossy like his feathers, and just a little oily.

“I think your hair is thinning. Must be from all the stress.”

Lucifer grumbled something in response. You couldn’t make it out on account of his face being buried in your chest. You couldn’t see much of him at all, aside from the top of his head. You used your fingers to brush his hair to the right, then to the left, then back again. If you lifted his bangs, he would nuzzle in closer until the light couldn’t reach his eyes anymore.

It wasn’t often that Lucifer pulled you into his lap like this. It caught you off guard, how he’d suddenly tug your arm and lift your legs off to the side of his chair. By then there was no escape. He would lock his arms around your back and find solace in resting his head on your front.

Lucifer didn’t speak much during these breaks, but you were free to talk about whatever was on your mind. He would listen. It was soothing. Sometimes you felt his lips turn up or his eyelids flutter. He would regain his composure after a few minutes and then you would be free to go, like nothing ever happened.

You were busy picking dust off Lucifer’s shoulder when Asmodeus walked into the room. He did knock, but didn’t wait for an answer before whining, “Luciferrr! Hey! Have you seen my bag? The blue one with a long gold chain? It’s brand new and I can’t find it.”

You craned your neck to greet the visitor. A deep sigh sent shivers up your spine. Lucifer begrudgingly lifted his face just enough to peer over your shoulder. Asmodeus was met with the glaring sight of narrowed red eyes silently cursing him. If looks could kill, this would. The arms around you coiled tighter.

“I’m busy.” Lucifer’s voice was cold and filled with contempt.

“I can see that! Make sure you save some for me.” Asmodeus thought you two sure looked cozy. He looked over the room with a big sigh. “Well, my bag’s not in here anyway. I’ll see you later!” He winked and then he was gone.

It was quiet. Lucifer returned to his original position with a growl. His cheeks squished into your skin as he dug his forehead back under your neck. A finger traced small circles into your back.

“Keep acting like that and you’ll go bald,” you told him.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC xDP idea: Misplace Baby

Danny makes a mistake.

He was messing around in Clockwork's lair-specifically the one with all the various clocks- when he accidentally broke a glowing gold hourglass on himself. It was the size of a house, so as the sand practically drowned him, he didn't notice his body shrinking until he dug out of the shimmering sand.

Danny stumbles on chubby little legs, panicking when he notices his clothes are suddenly too big and his hands are tinny. He fumbles to one of the old grandfather clocks to check his reflection in the glass. A small three-year-old stares back at him.

Danny screams, pushing away from the old clock. His actions cause him to trip over the leg of his pants, and he falls. Just as he tries to catch himself, the clock starts to ding.

Danny briefly recognizes the old melody of a Westminster before the clock's glass case swings open, revealing a portal, and he falls through. He catches a glimpse of Clockwork with a hand on his forehead, shaking his head in the doorway as he falls.

His face is dragged against the carpet as the Westminster chime rings behind him in the otherwise silent room. Groaning at the burn on his nose and cheeks, Danny sits up.

He turns around, watching in horror as the portal closes.

"No! No, no, no!" He opens and closes the glass door, but all he sees is the slightly swinging pendulum. Repeats his actions again and again. "Clockwork! Help! Clockwork!"

His mentor does not answer, and Danny can't feel him in the air. Can't sense his new father figure's gentle control over the flow of time. If he's learned anything in the last year he's been working as his appearance, this means Clockwork isn't in charge of this timeline.

He's in a universe so far from his original that not even the god of Time is the same. Moby Dick, he's gone and goofed now.

"Who's there?" A voice demands, and Danny whips around to see a startled man in a suit. A fine black two-piece suit that looks more expensive than Danny's house and car. Oh no, a rich man.

The man's blue eyes soften when he sees Danny. "Hey there, chum. What are you doing in my study?"

Danny blinks up at him as the man walks closer. At the closeness, the halfa's body betrays him. He starts to sob. Strong, painful sobs that wreck his whole body, and he can't breathe from how much he's crying.

The man's arms are around him in seconds. "Oh, Chum, it's okay. You're okay."

He lifts him up, pressing his wet face against his neck as he pats Danny's little back. It is humiliating, but Danny can't help but cling to the strong shoulders and curl against the warm chest as he cries. His tears and snot are all over the man's suit, but he doesn't seem to care as he comforts Danny.

Eventually, he cries to sleep, tear-stained face still pressed against the stranger's neck and his little head leaning against a strong shoulder. The rich man carefully tilts his head to ensure the toddler is fast asleep.

Once confirmed, he takes the small boy to the guest rooms. He needs answers- who is the boy? Where did he come from? Is he the son of one of the Gala attendees? What had the boy been doing at the clock guarding the Batcave?- but he will find those later. Right now, he needs to tuck this small child into bed.

"Master Bruce, your guests are waiting for you to give the speech," Alfred says, catching him at the stairway. The butler's eyes zone in on the small child in Bruce's arms before nodding. "I shall inform Marster Dick to speak for you. Who may this young lad be?"

"I'm not sure. I just found him crying in the main study." Bruce tilts his head to the upper floors. "I'm going to tuck him in."

"I'm afraid I only prepared the room next to Master Damian in preparation for Master Jon's visit. Thankfully the lads would not be opposed to sharing a room for the night if I request it of them."

"Thank you, Alfred. I'll be down as soon as I-"

"Who's child is that!?" Jason demands, stomping his way up the stairs. He's missing his suit jacket, and there is a nasty red stain on the front of his white shirt. Likely he's come for a change after "accidentally" dumping it on himself to get away from the Gala.

The toddler's nose wrinkles, indicating his sleep may be interrupted. Quickly, Bruce pats his back, humming a lullaby before the child can wake. The boy settles after a small sigh. He gives Jason a warning glare that the young man has the decency to look remorseful.

"Jason," Bruce starts, voice hushed. "I found him in the main study. He looks distressed, but a few minutes ago, I got an alert that someone had gotten into the manor. When I followed the motion detectors, it led me to this little guy."

"A baby broke into the manner? That's hardcore." Jason replied, peering at the sleeping child only to gasp. "It's another mini-you!"

"No," Bruce tells him, but secretly he thinks the same when he first finds the little boy in the main study. He had already taken a lock of the boy's hair. Just, you know, in case.

"Nice try, old man." Jason pulls out his phone, his thumb flying over his screen. A soft ding comes from the pockets of Bruce and Alfred. He doesn't have to look to know his son has just told all his siblings about the child.

A series of dings follow shortly after.

Bruce sighs, choosing not to answer, nodding to Jason and Aldfed as he quickly goes up the stairs. At least Alfred delays Jason from following by scolding him over the red stain.

Once the boy is safely placed into the bed, he carefully changes him into a pair of Damian's smallest pjs. They are still far too big for the boy but better than the jeans and white shirt he wore. He's happy to find that besides the red on his face- it looks like carpet burn- and a small bruise on his knee, the boy is unharmed. He places a stuffed octopus in the toddler's arms- smiling as the little one automatically clings it to it - before rushing down to the Batcave.

There he runs the DNA tests just as he reviews the camera footage. There he catches the toddler walking out of the woods, pushing himself through a small gap in the metal fence and wandering around the manor until he finds an open window and crawls in.

The window was opened by one of his Gala guests taking a smoke break. Bruce felt a small annoyance that they didn't follow his "no-smoking" rule even when he had explained on multiple occasions it was due to Tim not having a spleen and being worried about his health. He'll have to blacklist that man.

The child had not gracefully fallen into the manor, and Bruce winced as the boy slammed against the carpet floor as tripped. It explains the marks on his face. The boy had then cried for a few minutes- his cries must have been drowned out by the music of the Gala- but then he must have realized that no one was coming for him, so the baby had gotten up and wandered through the house crying.

He had found himself in the main study, where a few minutes later, Bruce had seen him.

Rewinding the camera, Bruce's eyes narrowed at seeing a piece of paper pinned to the boy's clothes. It looked like it fell off when he crawled through the window. Checking on the DNA test, Bruce left the cave to look for the paper.

He found in the hands of Cass, whose eyes were going over the words with fascination. She looks up at him, unsurprised by his approach- no one could sneak up on Cass- and smiles widely. "Baby brother?"

"What?"

She hands him a letter. It's short and to the point; it claims to be an old fling that gave birth three years ago, but she doesn't want anything to do with the child. She's sending the boy to the manor and is out of the country by the time he arrives.

She leaves no name.

Bruce can't remember anyone with whom he had a fling three years ago, so he knows it's a lie. Still, he would rather not find her if the child was abandoned like this. He's not sure he wouldn't break all her bones.

"I don't think he's mine," Bruce tells Cass. She tilts her head with a frown, staring at him with a soft glare until he sighs. "But I won't mind keeping him."

She beams.

The two make their way to the Batcave and find Dick already there. He's staring at the screen displaying the DNA results with a stupefied expression.

"Chum?" Bruce asks, but Dick doesn't respond. He only gapes at the screen. Cass skips next to him before she, too, freezes, and Bruce is slightly worried about what he will find.

There is a match between the boy and someone in the manner alright. But it's not with Bruce.

It's a match with Dick.

"Holy rapid-ranging ravens, I'm a father." Dick gasps.

Clockwork runs his fingers through his idiotic son's hair three floors above them. Kronos stands guard at the door, arms cross as he watches the visiting time god carefully whip the dimension travelers' memories.

Kronos is in charge of this universe timeline, but when he was approached by Clockwork asking for a favor, well, it was not hard to shift some events and make Danny a legit background.

He was now the son of Dick Grayson and Stacy Quinell. One was a boy who had been born in a circus but was forced to leave it after the death of his parents. When life got too rough, the boy would join the circus for short trips under the name Dan Danger.

The other was a girl whose parents were so determined to control every aspect of her life and were going to force her to marry a man twice her age she left home at sixteen.

She joined a traveling circus-Haley Circus- where she had a fling with Dan Danger. The night Dan was meant to go, she had seen him without his mask and learned it to be Dick Grayson.

Upon discovering her pregnancy, Stacy feared being kicked out of the circus, so she took a short break, gave birth to the boy, and kept him until he was three, thus demeaning him old enough to be without his mother.

She took him as close as she could to Wayne Manor and left. She intended to return to Haly's Circus, unaware of the fate that waited for her. Unaware of the Cout that needed new talons.

"Are you sure about this?" Kronos asks, "I'm all for discipline, but having the boy forget everything about himself for going into the timeline room?"

"It's not a punishment," Clockwork says. "It's a gift. Danny had lost so much when his parents learned the truth. His sister died trying to get him out of the house. His best friends were crippled when trying to hide him. His town was blown to pieces when his parents decided that no one in Amity Park could have a family if they could not have their children. Danny had spent years wishing to forget but mostly wishing to be a normal child. I will forever be grateful if a lifetime here grants him that."

Kronos frowns. "You have no power here. You do not know what awaits him."

"True, I know not of the trials and tribulations Danny will face, but I know you do. And you would not let anything happen to him, won't you." Clockwork looks at Kronos through his lashes and the other god of time swallows.

"Of course, my love. I will protect him. But unlike you, I can not get involved with mortals as easily. I will not be able to shield him."

"His new family will," Clockwork says, pressing his face against Danny's hair one last time to breathe him in. It will be a lifetime before he can hold his son. "The bats have faced worst odds."

Kronos tilts his head in agreement. "They have rewritten fate on numerous occasions. Even the Flashes have only been able to overturn fate but never truly go against it."

"The Court of Owls?"

"Danny will deal with them in time. His new mother is on her way to becoming a Telon. He will erase them from the timeline once he learns what they have done to her." Krono answers, eyes glowing as events of the future play before him. He watches a glowing figure battle against the king of the dead, his white hair shining brightly. "He seems to take the throne from the king of dead even here. Remarkable."

"My son is the most remarkable being around," Clockwork says proudly. He flouts from the bed, leaving behind a child with only memories of three years and a few false imprinted glimpses of the circus trailer his mother hid him in. He presses a kiss against Krono's lips. "I find myself wishing for another child. Will you assist me with that love?"

Kronos snaps them out of existence just as Danny opens his eyes and feels a small loss. It's quickly forgotten as his new father runs into the room to gasp. "Hey there, buddy, do you know who I am?"

Danny Grayson is introduced to his uncles and aunts later that night. He also meets John Jones and his niece Megan Morse who ask him a few questions about his past. Danny gets a funny feeling around them, as if someone was running their fingers through his hair but inside his head.

Thankfully they find everything to be alright.

And a new generation is born.

[roosterforme]

Deployment Sucks but I Swallow | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley was used to having your undivided attention when he was about to leave for a long deployment, because you'd been spoiling him that way for years. When you spent the day with your friends and got home late instead, he wanted to be annoyed, but everything you do is just too sweet. 

Warnings: Fluff, language, oral, Rooster loves getting blowjobs from his wife, 18+

Length: 3200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"Seriously?" Bradley muttered as he sat on his living room couch all alone with a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. This was his last night at home for the next four months, and you should have been here with him. You said you were having a late Sunday brunch with some friends and then coming home, but now it was dinnertime. He would be boarding an aircraft carrier tomorrow, Valentine's Day, at five in the morning, and he wouldn't be home until June. And yet you were still out with your friends while he stared at the enormous bouquet of roses on the coffee table that he got for you.

Every time he took a sip of his beer, the flash of his gold wedding band made him even more irritated. You'd never been like this in the past. Even before you and he got married, you would make a big fuss over him for several days leading up to his departure. He'd gotten used to that special treatment. He literally thrived when you used to run your fingers through his hair and tell him over and over again how much you were going to miss him the night before he left. And now that you weren't here in his lap, loving all over him, he was actually kind of pissed off about it.

He dug his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and tried his best not to be too snarky when he texted you again. 

Do you think you'll be home soon?

He waited twenty-one minutes for a response as the sky outside darkened even more and his patience waned further. "You're spoiled," he admitted out loud. But it was completely all your fault, because you'd overindulged him with your love for so long that now he was pouting when you finally wrote back.

On my way! I'll pick up dinner!

He groaned. If you were going to stop for food, it would take you even longer to get here, but he hadn't made anything, because he thought you'd have been home hours ago. So he texted you back the one thing that he knew would get his irritation across.

Fine.

But even that didn't seem to do anything, because you were all smiles when you floated through the front door thirty-four minutes later with a cardboard box in one hand and a bag from his favorite takeout place in the other. And you looked to damn gorgeous, he felt his resolve slipping. 

"Sorry I'm so late!" you said with a laugh. "I had such a long day."

Bradley tracked your movements from the couch with narrowed eyes. "Yeah. Me too. I thought you'd be home five hours ago."

"I completely lost track of time," you told him as your eyes settled on the roses. "Are those for me?"

"Happy Valentine's Day," he mumbled with a shrug, annoyed by the way his heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him like he was your only source of happiness in the world. But he couldn't bite his tongue as you set the box down and brought the food over to him with a smile. "What did you do after brunch? You were gone forever."

You nibbled on your lip as you ran your finger along one of the rose petals. "I was hanging out with Erika Fitch and Morgan Floyd for a little bit. We went to Erika and Reuben's house. I'm really sorry it took so long."

Bradley wanted to keep pouting and being cranky, especially since it sounded like Payback got to see more of you on Bradley's last day before deployment than he did. But when you bent to smell the flowers before dropping the takeout bag onto the table, you moaned his name softly before easing yourself down onto his lap. 

"Baby," he whispered, melting into your touch as soon as your fingers were in his hair. And then your lips found his, and he wasn't sure why he'd been so upset with you. You felt perfect in his arms, and you smelled sweet.

"I love you, Bradley," you whispered, and he buried his nose against your neck and inhaled. 

"You smell so fucking good," he moaned. "So sweet. Like candy. Delicious."

"Do I?" you asked coyly, raking your fingers back through his hair. "Or did you just miss me all day?"

"Baby, you know I'm spoiled," he groaned as you reached for his jeans zipper. "I wanted to spend the afternoon with you. I'm leaving tomorrow. For four months this time." 

"I know. I didn't give you enough attention today, did I?" you whispered as you eased the zipper down. "I'm really, really sorry. I wanted to, but I got sidetracked making you something sweet. I always want to be with you on your last day at home."

He kissed along your neck and breathed in the incredible scent again. "You made me something sweet? You smell like something sweet. Makes me want to taste you everywhere."

Bradley could hear the smile in your voice as he licked your collarbone while you eased your hand inside his underwear and wrapped your hand around his cock. "Your dinner will get cold if you don't eat it now," you whispered. 

"I don't care. I want my wife."

You moaned his name again, and that sweet scent was everywhere. "Then take me to bed, Lieutenant Bradshaw." Bradley's senses were filled with you as he carried you into the bedroom, and he swore he could smell chocolate as he undressed you. Your skin was extra sweet, and the scent clung to your hair.

"I don't know how you've made me this crazy for you," he whispered as he yanked his shirt off, "but I swear you smell like chocolate. Everywhere."

You giggled as you started to pull his jeans down, kneeling in front of him. "I know it's your favorite kind of snack."

"Incorrect," he grunted as you licked his cock before he stepped out of his pants and underwear. "My wife is my favorite kind of snack."

You took him between your parted lips and sucked on him like a lollipop before you whispered, "You're allowed dessert before dinner tonight."

Then Bradley had you underneath him in bed, your hands pinned to the pillow above your head as he licked your neck. "Next time I'm leaving, I want you with me all damn day. No brunch. No hanging with the girls."

You moaned his name as he slipped himself inside your wetness. "Anything you want. Anything."

He pressed his lips to yours as he filled you completely. "I want you."

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Leaving the house with you at four in the morning on Monday was hard enough for Bradley, but the way you clung to him in the Bronco while he drove was making it so much worse. You had that box you brought home with you yesterday at your feet while he steered through the silent darkness. 

"I'm going to miss you so much," you whispered as the aircraft carrier came into view. "Four months is such a long time."

He was just happy you got home at dinnertime last night and let him love you nonstop. He hadn't stopped touching you long enough to reheat his dinner until almost midnight, and even then, you were nearby. Right now he was exhausted, but he'd have ample time to catch up on sleep when he didn't have his perfect wife with him.

"These four months are going to suck," he whispered as he parked near the docks, happy he'd given himself extra time to hold you before he had to board the carrier. "Happy Valentine's Day, Baby." When you unbuckled your seatbelt and crawled toward his lap, he groaned. "You still smell like chocolate."

"Do I?" you whispered with a smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

With his nose buried in your hair, he asked, "Is it a new perfume or something? Because I definitely don't hate it."

Your soft laughter filled the interior of the Bronco as you shook your head. "No, it's not perfume. It's actually chocolate. I told you I made you something sweet."

Bradley was nibbling on your ear, his cock twitching in his khakis as your thigh pressed against his length. "What did you make?" he mumbled mindlessly, but then you were pulling away from him. He was scrambling to keep you in his lap where he wanted you, but you were leaning down to grab the box from the floor. You set it on the passenger seat and smiled at him as you reached inside. 

"I made you candy bars," you said, handing him a thick piece of sweet smelling chocolate that was wrapped up in clear plastic. "Sixteen of them. One for each week that you'll be gone."

Bradley examined the candy in his hand and smiled as he looked up at you. "It says World's Best Husband on it."

"That's because you are," you told him, kissing his cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day. I'm going to miss you so much."

He was sure he was starting to blush in the predawn darkness as you handed him another one that said I'm So Sweet On You. "Oh," he whispered. "Erika and Morgan helped you make these yesterday, didn't they?"

"Yes," you told him as he tipped the box to look inside at the rest. They were all unique with white candies used for the lettering. He picked up one that said I Love Rooster and another that said Thinking About You. 

"I love these, Baby. Thank you," he muttered as he kissed your chin. "I'm sorry I got snippy with you last night."

You ran your fingers through his hair just the way he liked and said, "The girls and I didn't think it would take so long to make them. I wanted to be home with you all day yesterday. I promise."

He wrapped his left arm around you and pulled you snug against him as he pulled one more candy bar out of the box. When he read it, he smirked and held it up for you to read, too. His voice was deep as he asked, "Did you really make me a candy bar that says Deployment Sucks but I Swallow? In front of the girls?"

You bit your lip and wiggled yourself around on his lap, clearly knowing what that would do to him. "Reuben and Bob saw it too. I've never seen Bob blush so much in my life."

Bradley's cock throbbed against you, somehow even more turned on by the fact that his friends knew you were thinking about sucking him dry. "Fuck," he grunted, running his thumb over the letters that spelled out his dirty Valentine's Day message. He glanced around and found that while other cars had started to arrive, it was still pretty dark outside. So he looked you in the eye with one eyebrow raised and rasped, "Why don't you prove it?"

You took the bar from him and set it back in the box with the others. "Right here?" you asked, running your hands down his khaki shirt and over his pins as you leaned in closer to him. Your lips were skimming the scars on his neck as you added, "Right now?" But he could tell you were absolutely into the idea as your fingers found his belt while you kissed your way up to his ear. "I would love to."

You were moaning softly as you opened the fly of his uniform pants and carefully pulled his hardening length free. Bradley eased the seat back as you worked your familiar hand slowly up and down his length, making him jump in anticipation as he kissed your lips. Another car parked directly across from him, and you were illuminated by headlights as you moved the box from the seat back to the floor and ducked down. 

"Fuck," he grunted, tucking his hands behind his head as the headlights went out and your lips met his cock. "God, you're such a good girl." You were stretched across the seat on your belly, and he could already tell you were going to take your time, just like he wanted. There was a full thirty minutes left with you after all. The Bronco smelled like chocolate, and your mouth was warm around him as he whispered, "Nice and slow."

You moaned in agreement, nodding your head as you took him deeper and deeper. Bradley's head tipped back as he inhaled and exhaled slowly. You dragged your thumb down gently between his balls as he tapped the back of your throat, and you held him in place for a few beats. Now he was starting to doubt that he could last as long as he wanted to when you felt this incredible. He felt you gag softly as you started to ease back, and he could see stars at the edges of his vision. 

"Holy shit."

When you withdrew him, he could feel your saliva dripping down his length onto his pants. You licked at his tip and rubbed soft circles along his balls with your fingertips. You knew just how he wanted it, and he was like melted chocolate in your capable hands and mouth.

When you popped him free, your voice was soft and needy. "You better think of this when you eat that candy bar," you whispered, glancing up at him as his length rubbed your cheek.

Bradley let one hand drift down to the back of your neck. "I always think about you, but I'll be thinking about this on replay, Baby. Sweet chocolate and blowjobs from my wife."

You giggled as you took him between your lips again, and the soft vibrations had him thrusting up for more. His fingers were digging into your neck a little bit as he tried to get control of himself while you bobbed. Someone walked past the Bronco as he moaned, but he literally couldn't care less. The back of your head had never looked so appealing before as you got sloppier, every thrust met with wet sounds that only made him throb. 

He was gripping his own hair now as well while you pushed his hips back against the seat. "Baby," he whined as you treated him to the swirl of your tongue at the base of his cock. "I'm gonna miss you."

You nodded and moaned again, and Bradley reached out to grip the steering wheel in an effort to keep himself still while you worked your magic. With every tap of his cock against the back of your throat, his balls tightened until it was almost painful. "No, no, no," he whispered. "Not yet." 

You responded by slowing your pace incrementally, dragging your lips along his full length and sucking until he popped free. "But you taste so good," you whispered up at him with a grin. "I want you to come in my mouth."

He shook his head, mesmerized by you as you nuzzled your face against his cock and balls. "Jesus," he groaned, reaching for the back of your head and stroking your hair. "You wanna taste me?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed loudly in the small space as he shoved his cock between your lips. 

"You better swallow it all down," he grunted. "Just like you promised."

With your hands wrapped around his base, you squeezed him gently, sucking just right as you ran your tongue back and forth. He was grunting unintelligibly, hips jerking off the seat slightly as his head fell back against the headrest. 

"That's my girl. That's my girl," he whined, doing his best to keep his hand gentle against your head as you took him right up to his orgasm. Then you removed your hands, and as soon as you took him deep, your lips brushing his pubic hair and his balls, he came. "Baby!" he moaned, thrusting gently as you sputtered. He didn't want you to waste it. He wanted you to get every single drop. 

Bradley tipped his head forward and watched you swallow him down as you made sweet little sounds, the smell of the chocolate bars still in the air. You licked around his tip and cleaned him up as your gaze met his, and Bradley whispered, "I love you so much," as he caught his breath.

"I love you, too," you promised him as he pulled you back up to sit on his lap. Bradley tasted his cum in your mouth when he kissed you and cradled you against his body. "I'll miss you like crazy, and I'll be living for your calls. And I can't wait to spoil you when you get home again."

You kissed him all over his face as he whispered, "I love how much you've spoiled me. I'll be thinking about you nonstop, Baby."

A few minutes later, Bradley wiped away your tears and kissed your cheeks one last time before he boarded the aircraft carrier, and he watched you disappear into the distance with the dock as the sun rose behind you. He had one candy bar for every week he'd be away from you, and he couldn't wait to read the rest of them once he got to his bunk.

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You were waiting very impatiently on the dock for your husband to join you on dry land once again. Your palms were sweating as you held onto two candy bars all wrapped up in plastic, hoping they wouldn't melt too badly. You texted him to let him know where you were standing, and now you just had to wait. And wait. You'd already gone four months without him, so this was just cruel. 

Every facetime call had been the highlight of your week while he was away. Bradley had been sure to tell you which candy bar he'd enjoyed that week, laughing about what you'd written on all of them. One time, he even ate the bar that said Hottest Guy in the Navy on it while he talked to you. 

You couldn't wait to take him home and spend days catching up with everything you and he had missed while you were apart. But first you needed to be in his arms. Then you heard him calling your name, and you almost dropped the candy bars as your husband made his way toward you. 

"Bradley!" you shouted, and then you were in his arms, and his lips were on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, careful not to drop his treats. "I missed you!" 

"I love you, Baby," he rasped, kissing his way back to your ear. "How the hell do you still smell like chocolate?" he asked, and you erupted into giggles. 

"Because I made you more candy bars," you told him as you found his lips with yours again. 

He kissed you until you were breathless, and then he pressed his nose to your cheek as he said, "I'm so damn spoiled. What did you make for me this time?" You smiled and held up the two candy bars, and he read them out loud. "I still suck.... Want me to prove it?"

Bradley's brown eyes went wide, and his crooked grin left you giddy. "Well?" you asked. "Should we go home so you can find out for sure?"

"Hell yes," he whined, hauling you and his bag and the candy toward the parking lot. "My deployment sucked, but you suck so much better, Baby."

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Happy Valentine's Day! It's not my favorite holiday personally, so I thought I'd make Bradley stress a little bit. Make sure you hug an aviator today! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[procyonloser]

Adam was waiting for Lucifer to show up to their meeting, which was always an exercise in frustration. Lucifer always fucking cancelled, with some bullshit made up reason, and he'd send someone else in his stead. Lilith, one of the sins, he once had Charlie do it when she was like 4, which Adam wagered she didn't remember.

He spun his pen around between his fingers, then tried balancing it on his nose, before it fell and rolled under the table. Adam huffed and leaned down, realizing how far the fucker had actually gone. He grumbled, getting on his hands and knees to reach out and grab the pen, but when he tried to get back up, the horns of his mask caught on the curved gold supports under the table. Adam cursed, trying to wiggle free, but it just wouldn't go. Why the fuck was Lute on leave today, her ass should have been the one getting his pen-

"........Adam? I uh can't tell if that's you from...behind."

Motherfucker! Of all times Lucifer actually decides to show up, after ten thousand fucking years out trying to get him in a meeting, this was the only time he actually turned up?!

"I actually fucking hate you! Go die!" Adam yelled, trying to push against the table, but his head was good and stuck. He tried taking off his mask, but it was such an enclosed space he couldn't get it off. He struggled and struggled, but nothing was happening.

"Fucking help me or I'll burn down your awful fuckin' theme park!" Adam barked out, using anger to hide the fact this was actually the most embarrassing thing to have happened to him, and he was including eating the apple and realizing he was fully wang out his entire life.

"Okay, okay, goodness you really need to work on that temper..." Lucifer said, before hands landed on Adam's hips. He pulled, and Adam only went back a bit, but it didn't free him. He tried again, and again, until he was just rocking them back and forth. Lucifer's grip dug into his flesh as they rocked, but it didn't seem to be doing much.

"Fuck, Lucifer." Adam whined, starting to feel claustrophobic. "It's too much! You've got to do it harder!"

"I...um," Lucifer started, sounding a bit off. "I need to... go. Right now, right away. Good luck, Adam! I'll see you next time! Maybe!"

"Wait- what?! Don't leave me here, asshole!" Adam panicked, but suddenly the room was quiet. Then it went dark as the lights went out.

"... Fuck."

[gabessquishytum]

Hob is happy serving up good food and feeding people comfort food from his truck -- he's not looking to be famous; Dream is a Michelin star judge who stumbles upon his truck and loves his food.

Dream is used to liking small portion tasting menus with ingredients sourced from yurts or dug up during an irregular moon cycle. Comfort food that "sticks to your bones" is not what Dream eats, even when he needs comfort!

Dream stumbles on this food truck when he gets lost looking for his car after having a forgettable meal at the hot new speakeasy concept that recently opened.

Eating/tasting is a job and Dream is so tired of his function. So when he hears music and people having fun, Dream figures he can at least ask someone where he is and/or get his bearings. What he see when he rounds the corner are people queued up at a funky painted food truck -- laughing, joking?! with someone who is making his food safety hair net look good, and happily eating. The smell hits Dream in the face -- it's so good.

When Dream makes it to the counter, he forgets that he needs directions, hot chef hairnet, is so pretty - engaging smile, the stereotypical tattoos on his forearms, soft doe eyes -- Dream is momentarily speechless. When the chef ask him what he wants, Dream says surprise me (the same Dream who always has a plan when he's eating for his job); he gets a roguish smile and a wink,,,,, and falls a little in love.

Then he tries the food he's handed falls all the way in love.

Oh, this hit me right in the soft spot!! Absolutely love it.

I can so imagine Dream being used to those nouveau cuisine dishes where you get like, a sliver of horseradish, one grain of rice and a sauce made from gold leaf. He thinks that he likes it, that he's reasonably content. But he's never looked at one of those kind of plates and smiled. Not the way he's smiling at the loaded paper plate Hot Hair Net chef just gave him.

He sits a little way from the truck and eats, slowly, carefully. There's pilau rice, delicious curry, veggies that are clearly fresh. Its warm and filling, and Dream can't quite finish it all. But he's still smiling.

And he still doesn't know where his car is. So he goes to the counter again. The gorgeous chef seems to be packing up for the day and he positively beams at Dream. "Back already? I was hoping I'd get a chance to feed you up, but I didn't think it'd be so soon."

Dream blushes and asks for directions, and Hob says that if Dream can wait a minute, he'll walk there with him. His car is over that way too. While Hob packs up, Dream dares to ask about his ingredients, and Hob absolutely lights up while he talks about where he sources his fresh stuff, how much he values his suppliers, and how excited he is to keep building his business. He's got dreams of a restaurant someday, although he dearly loves his truck - maybe he'll do both!

By the time Hob helps him find his car, Dream is absolutely ready to give his heart and soul over on a paper plate. There are spices zinging on his tongue, and Hob has taken off his hair net to reveal an adorable, sexy little man-bun. He's got measuring spoon tattoos on his hands. Dream wants him.

He's back the next day. And the next. He's driving out of his way to get to Hob. Nothing else tastes good. And when he finally, shyly asks if Hob would like to come over for dinner sometime, Hob lights up. "It's about time you cooked for me! I'd love it. And... I'll bring dessert."

When Hob winks at Dream this time, he follows it up with a kiss on the cheek. And Dream’s not hungry anymore. He's just thirsty 😉

[maybankswhore]

rafe giving you a promise ring:

the noise of your birthday party could be heard down the stairs of your room where you sat patiently. you were specifically instructed by your boyfriend to be upstairs waiting for him to show you your present , which he pressed you to be alone for.

you didn’t mind though , bouncing excitedly. rafe had always given you the best gifts. one year was a necklace with his name on it , that you had wore everyday since then. the next was a build a bear with his voice inside of it saying: “i love you , baby.”

his gifts were always important to you because you appreciated him taking the time to get gifts that meant something. if it was up to rafe , you wouldn’t even be able to close the door of your room closed because of the stacks and stacks of presents he’d always beg you to leave him shower you with.

you smiled big as he opened the door , immediately going soft at the sight of him. his eyes fell onto you as soon as he did , grinning. “hey , birthday baby.”

“hey rafey.” you responded , opening your arms , wanting to be as close as possible to him already— even though you had been wrapped up in his arms all night , you never had enough.

“how’s the party?” he hummed , kneeling down in front of where you sat on the edge of your bed , boyishly grinning as you cupped his cheek , rubbing the supple skin with the pads of your finger.

you shrugged. “it’s nice seeing everyone. i’ve missed you , though.”

rafe chuckled. “you’ve been with me all night.”

“you know what i mean.” you sent him a mischievous smile , wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

the sound of rafe’s laughter made your heart swell. “just you wait until tonight , you little minx.” he said before placing a kiss to your knee gently. “well– are you ready for your present.”

teasingly you laid back , looking up at the ceiling and spreading your legs. “ready.”

rafe rolled his eyes amused , tapping your leg. “greedy little girl. that present’s for later.”

you giggled and sat back up , resting your arms on both of his shoulders and kissed him gently. “i’m just playing— i’m ready for my present , baby.”

swallowing , rafe dug around in his pocket. “i hate just about everyone except for you. i hate everything that isn’t you. my life has been. . . meaningful with you. you’ve given me all that i wanted in every way possible and i don’t think i’d ever be able to say how much i appreciate and love you.” rafe breathed , grabbing your hand as his throat choked up.

your own eyes swelling at his sweet sentiment , wanting nothing more than to tackle him to the ground and cover him with kisses top to bottom.

“there will never be a day where i don’t love you , i’m sure of it.” rafe nodded , picturing the future of his life , your face burning into the memories. “and i promise you , i’m gonna fuckin’ marry you one day.”

he reached out of his pocket and opened a small square box , a dainty gold ring with a small heart diamond in the middle– the band just big enough to be engraved with his and yours initial. “i promise to love you every day for the rest of my life. and i swear to everything good in this world that you’ll always be my girl. always.”

tears shamelessly ran down your face as he took the ring out and slid it on your finger , kissing the tip of it softly. “i love you , baby. happy birthday.”

you stared at it for a moment and soaked in rafe’s sweet words , before tackling him to the ground just like you had imagined doing earlier , grabbing his face with both hands and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. his laugh was contagious , catching you with open arms and holding your waist firmly– a warning to behave whilst being on top of him.

“i love you rafe , with all of my soul.”

“i’d say i love you with all of mine–” he paused and took a moment to look at you , his eyes sparkling.

“but you’ve stolen it the moment i’ve met you.”

[myrquez]

In Motogp there’s so much money involved, performance anxiety dominates and builds up barriers. Everyone retreats into their own pack, nothing is done together anymore. And I just adapt to it, according to the theory that it’s better to be alone than to be in a group full of fake smiles. But relationships among athletes aren’t only the ones made via some direct, classic form of communication. In sport you can actually enter into communication with someone through other ways that are more mediated but, in some cases, even more profound. With Márquez, for example, we aren’t technically friends. We think highly of each other, we respect each other, we smile to each other when one sees the other one, over the past year he’s been very fair to me, often defining me as an ideal opponent. I think it’s because he knows that I can race him very hard, but always within the rules. Which is, even if for many may not seem like it, exactly the same thing he always did while racing against me. Marc may look crazy, but he actually stands out from clichés and defies physics laws in good conscience. Unlike other riders — those reckless ones with no sense of limit, who after a crash often say “I don’t know why I crashed” — Márquez knows very well why he crashes. He often precisely crashes on purpose, just to explore that limit. He does some experiments first, then goes on to elaborate his theory. In a way, he’s an empiricist exactly like my dad was, when he purposely kept taking more and more steps forward on the track to teach me how and where to brake. It’s just that in this case, it’s the rider that does it. I like Marc. And I interpreted our famous duels in 2017 as a means to get to know each other better. In Austria and Japan we indeed were extreme, but not crazy. Adventures-seekers who like to push themselves to the limit, but not insane and neither unfair to each other […] Deep down, he isn’t irresponsible, even if he often looks for some maneuvers that have no rhyme or reason. Theoretically, and practically, they don’t make any sense. Yet I never get angry about it, not even that time in Zeltweg when it looked like I told him to fuck off. It surprises me, instead, to see what he tried to do to get a win, something like “I can’t believe it”, an amazed curiosity to see how he tried to move into this uncharted territory, the same one where, thanks to him, I consequently went into as the well. And it’s so cool. As if we both dug together a whole new vein of gold: we won’t share the prize, of course, because to keep the gold is my goal, but we still dug through it together as if we were pioneers. And this indeed does create a bond, whatever is it.

And it’s even more incredible because I exactly know what Marc is going to do in that last turn in Zeltweg. Theoretically, he doesn’t have any more weapons to attack me: at this point his Honda has less traction, worn-out tyres, less power; generally speaking, Honda is less suited to this track than Ducati. And yet he got this far, in the end […] I well know that to have Marc right behind you while going through the last corner is way too much of a problem, the worst thing it could happen to you: he’s going to try it anyway anywhere. So I’ll be there, waiting for him […] Even if we’re going at 200 km/h, I can feel upon my skin how meters get marked bit by bit. One after another. I force myself to focus on his engine’s sound to understand when and where he will attack. And when the noise is there, almost unbearable, I brake hard and leave him a bit of space on the inside line, to force him to exaggerate a bit and then overtake him in acceleration. It’s almost as if I just accepted his invite, just to deceive him later. It might look like it’s just a technical challenge, or a stunt one, but it’s actually about mind games, an hand in glove tied relationship in which our minds get connected. As in bull and bullfighter kind of way. Or, in a I know that you know that I know kind of way. To get a win in this way is a much more difficult thing to achieve, but it is much more cooler as well. When Marc gets on the inside Iine I just know that I made it, because he’s a champion, but he cannot overcome the laws of psychic. My plan gets fulfilled and the dissolving noise of his bike as he goes wide resonates with liberation. That’s when I make that gesture, automatically. Fuck off, you just got played! Real subtitle is: what did you make me do, you bastard? It’s my third win this year. It’s now clear that I am the one challenging Márquez for the title. But to me this doesn’t matter. Like it doesn’t matter that much how I just won against the one who is recognized as the hand-to-hand duels master […] What matters most is that this race has been a way to get to know each other better. Márquez, with his usual Joker smile, confesses that if he hadn’t tried to surpass me he wouldn’t have slept at all that night. That’s what perfectly defines what he is: as long as he is breathing, he will try to pass you even if he had to go through a wall.

In Motegi it isn’t that different. Here, as well, Márquez is struggling a bit more than me, but I am sure he is going to try it in the last corner. Why shouldn’t he? We’ve been “beating” each other as if there was no tomorrow for the last six laps, in some apocalyptic conditions: heavy rain, curling-like grip, no visibility at all […] Ten minutes ago I wouldn’t have thought we’d get to this point, but as soon as Márquez did a little mistake I got back on track and now we’re here, us again. Ehi, Marc, how are you doing? Our connection in Zeltweg has been restored on the other side of the world. It’s now clear that everything that is going to happen now would not be possible without the other’s collaboration. Like two alpinists in a rope team, we will get ‘till the last meter together. We overtake and we get overtaken. We give and we take. We sting like bees, fly like butterflies, and more than anything we hit like blacksmiths. At Turn 10, I change my trajectory: I’ve been studying Marc for quite a lot from behind and now I imitate him, going a bit wider. This allows me to get into Turn 11 very fast, ready for my strong suit: braking. That’s how I easily overtake him. The Ducati is very stable, everything is under control. I’d be sure to get a win at that point but an alarm goes off in my mind: I won’t give it to you this easily. Exactly. Last corner is on the right. Giving my position it’s obvious that there isn’t any physical space to get on the inside, but imagine if he does really give a damn. When I’m about to lean into the Turn, Marc abruptly arrives out of nowhere as gracefully as Hulk in a china shop. It’s not even a dirty try, more like a circus number: his engine’s noise getting closer echoes into my helmet like the drum rolls that comes just before a trapeze artist jumps. Ladies and gentlemen, Marc Márquez! Where the fuck do you want to go? You’re still sitting straight, I’m already leaning: don’t you see that we’re touching? I don’t know how, but I keep the bike in control. I suspend my maneuver for a millisecond, just enough to let him slide on the outside as I go on riding through the apex. At that point he’s way too wide, he pulls half of a miracle by leaning all on the right to keep his bike on track but has no margin for anything else. Farewell, bye, goodbye. I win today. Again. After the finish line, we stop near the track side by side. Our gloves touch. Contact. Knowledge of the other has deepened. Relationship was preserved. Despite everything, no one cut the rope and we got to the mountaintop together. It’s an awesome feeling. That’s exactly the sport that I would always like. Especially because I won. On TV I eventually admit that to win against Márquez in what he does best really excites me: this is the boost that I need for the climb to the championship, at only 11 points from the lead. Marc showers me with compliments and says that it’s awesome to battle with me for the title, the living proof that professionalism and hard work pay off. He calls me a good guy as well, and I forgive him. Actually, no. Why should I be ashamed [of being a good guy]? To pretend to be a bad guy is something that everybody can do. To actually be one when it’s needed, and to do it with a certain style, it’s something for the few.

— andrea dovizioso talking about his relationship and his duels with marc márquez in asfalto (2018)

[panboiiibish]

This ones gonna be a bit diffrent from the Thinking about series. Imma try and make it longer, it's going to be a full on fem reader, and of course NSFW under the line.

Warnings! Nsfw, predator/prey kink, chasing, semi-public nudity, CNC, really good acting, slight blood, biting, after care, and Werewolf.

Short puffed out breaths come from you, the rattling in your lungs telling how long you've been running through the dark forest. It has to be at least an hour since you've started. Having to run from the beast stalking your camp sight.

Now your believing it would have been better to just wait it out in your tent. But those glowing yellow eyes still haunt your memory. Its deep guttural huffs making your skin cover in goosebumps and fill your mind with the need to flee. And you did, not even grabbing a flashlight before dashing away from the relative safety of your camp fire.

Now lost in the woods, legs burning, you start to slow attempting to catch your breath. Though the subtle sounds of the forest only serve to scare you more. Overhead an owl flutters off from its perch. Scared by something in the distance while also scaring a yelp out of you as the crickets chime out their songs.

You tried laughing it off, but quickly bolted again as a deep growl had come from the brush besides you. Mind racing you tried to think of a way to escape it but those yellow eyes are back. Followed by the slight outline of a creature on all fours running alongside you.

Now in a better range to see your heart almost stills in your chest at the sight of it. Bark brown fur that blends in perfectly with it's surroundings, a lanky but tall form running on all fours. Though with its humanoid shape it seemed janky and far too practiced. And those eyes... The bright almost gold color tempts to real you in but its wide grinning teeth reminds you of why your running.

It doesn't let you go further along, becoming too.. exited. To catch it's prey, the creature quickly turns and barrels right for your smaller form. Its weight knocking you off the ground for a moment before you, thankfully, land into a slightly soft pile of leaves. Making you a breathless gasping heap on the forest floor as he circles.

It takes a moment to look you over almost making sure you are ok before crawling up from between your legs. Out of reflex your thighs clamp shut, stopped as they get blocked by the creatures waist. It makes a rumbling sound akin to a laugh as its eyes narrowed in onto your warm face. Then shifting to your heaving chest.

Your quick run through the woods had left you covered in dirt and leaves as the branches just made sure to snag onto your cloths and tear at them. Making you slightly regret wearing just a button up shirt to bed as now your stuck half nude under this creature.

Using your elbows to dig into the ground you tried to crawl away but that was stopped quickly. A clawed hand rested on top your torso as it effortlessly pinned your back down. Pressing just right to keep you breathing but not fleeing.

it made another sound, happy at your helpless expretion and trembling limbs. It made sure to flash you those pearly white canines before shoving his face into the crook of your neck.

Fear and adrenaline was pumping through your veins, alighting your burning joints as you whimpered out "please dont kill me!" You say, trying not to stammer as a slimy wet tongue rolls up your shoulder to your ear. He only responded with a chuckle before shifting his hands to your waist.

He moved you so easy almost like a little doll as his claws dug into the plush of your belly to yank you down into the lap of his legs. This allowed his aching cock to press right against your soaked panties. You hadn't even noticed the drooling of your cunt till he started rubbing against you. Sending a mix of emotions through your mind as your back arched from the stimulation.

It felt like too much, still panting, though now not because you were out of breath, while your hands gripped at his biceps. A weak attempt at pushing him away as his tongue worked against your skin. Licking over the chilled area before nipping at it with his terrifyingly sharp teeth.

You felt like he could just rip through your skin if not careful, and he could but what's the fun in ripping apart your favorite toy. No he wants to savor your sweet scent and salty skin for longer. He wants to make sure your covered in only his scent before taking you back to be his little stress ball.

And look at you, already being so perfect as you whine out and squirm against his aching cock. Bringing a good burn against his weeping tip from the friction of your panties. Though he was becoming inpatient, slowly loosing control of how hard his nips became as he started to rut against your puffy lips.

A yelp rang from you as a sharp sting followed his last nip, though it was more like a bite to your collarbone as it left a dribble of red blood leading down your chest to your still shirt covered brests. His actions stopped suddenly, those yellow eyes looking up into yours filled with worry till you gave him a slight nod and they went back to being lust filled.

Ducking his head down he savored the coppery tang of your blood. Lapping at it like a dog till your shirt stopped his trail. With a low growl he ripped at the material with his teeth. Shredding the white blood stained fabric as to unwrap his pretty little prey. And what a sight to see after he was done, your shivering little body just trembling as the cold air nips at your skin.

Your peeked nipples begging him to suck on them as the blood trail ended right at the dent of your breast. He dosnt wait to dig in. Quickly ducking his head down he laps at your feverish skin. Collecting all the blood and sweat in a single sweep before littering your areolas with teasing kisses.

He wanted to play with his prey. Really make you squirm to try and run from him as his cock dug into the only thing keeping him from knotting your pussy. It was exhilarating for the both of you as his hands moved. Slightly tugging on the flimsy cotton of your underwear before digging his claw into the side of the fabric.

All the while your whining out, trying to kick at him if it wasnt for his body being pressed so close to yours. And you both know there was nothing you could do with your hands to make him stop. Tugging at the length of fur on top his head only pulled out a deep growl.

So you resorted to clutching at the leaf littered floor. Praying to something that he would stop this suffering as you once again jolted from a rough thrust across your cunt. His tugging at your panties only made them dig into your soaked self, uncomfortable with how they started to rub at sensitive spots.

Finally the fabric ripped against his claw. Slow and tedious but it did leaving yourself fully open for his attacks now. And he did just that, teasing the tip against your hole before thrusting in. Gods was he big. Stretching your walls out so much your legs stopped squirming and just trembled around his waist.

The tapered tip was already pressed snug against your cervix but that didnt stop him from leaning in and pressing fully against you. Sending sparks of pleasure up your spine as your teeth bit down onto your lip. A tiny attempt to keep down the lewd sounds coming from your throat. He likes the challenge though, rolling his hips right before pulling back to start his thrusts.

His pace is deep and fast, making sure to rub right into that spot you like as your little body writhes under his with you quickly becomeing overwhelmed by the friction. In your little fight you had given up holding everything back. Letting your lips fall apart as strings of moans and whines left your lips.

It was hard not to make a sound with his cock kissing right against your spongey wall. And with his tongue working on your neck forcing your body to ragdoll. Perfectly limp in his arms except for the arching of your back and clenching hands around his shoulders.

The rough pinch of his claws against your thin skin and brushing of his fangs against your jugular sent all kinds of pleasure and pain signals through your brain. Instincts screaming to pull away from him and run again but the clamping of your cunt kept your mind a hazed mess barely remembering to breath.

It didnt take him long to get frustrated with this position having the ground not give him enough leverage to properly rut into your hole. He flipped you over making sure to press your face into the dirt with your ass high in the air. A whine of pain came from your lips as your knees dug into the leaf litter.

He turned that whine into a moan as he thrust back into your gummy walls. Really putting his weight into his thrusts while keeping you pinned to the floor. This new position gave you no wiggle room. Only enough space to press your back into his chest as claws pinched at your sensitive nubs.

Your cunt fluttered, the familiar feeling of an orgasm beging to knot up in your belly. It made your moans grumble out in mumbled please as his thrusts became more wild and stuttered. For once he even started to make soft sounds other then the growls. With every clench he whined out, feeling his knot starting to snag on the ring of your cunt making it just so much harder to move.

With one hard push he sheathed his full knot into you, dragging a keen out of your lips as the stretch was almost unbearable. Helping sooth the pain his hands moved, one going to kneed at your tit while the other brushed a knuckle against your swollen clit. His claws could truly hurt the sensitive nub so he rubbed at it gently with his knuckle. Moving in circles trying to draw more tight fluttering from your cunt and pretty little moans from your lips.

With a sharp whine that knot in your belly snapped, causing your body to spasm as a blinding orgasm rolled through. In conjunction he whimpered out too. Your clenching too much for his overstimulated cock causing him to cum, only beginning the prosses of filling your womb with this thick seed. Making sure to properly claim his prey with a deep bite to your shoulder mid spasm.

"you ok, love?" He finally spoke after carefully removing his maw from your skin. His his voice rough from all that growling and holding back. Your equally rough voice mutters out "perfect..." as it was all you could say between panting breaths.

He responded back with a soft chuckle cleaning off the claim bite and making sure to roll the two of you over onto your sides, getting comfortable in the leaves as he blanketed your waist with his arms. "Such a good prey... my pretty little prize..." he praised while pawing at your tummy. Soothing the ache his knot and cum was causing while cleaning up the leftover blood coating your skin.

"My perfect hunter" you muttered back before knocking out from exhaustion.

(Hi! This is Pan! I hope you like my smut XD this is the first fully dont nsfw iv done so ples leave comments and tell me if something sounded off. Anyways have a nice night!)

[lookforsomeoneelse]

New Simulated Universe Update (SAHSRAU btw)

Can you tell i made a d in english? because I didn’t. Sorry about that. Anyway, I had some brainrot about how busted our blessings would be in sahsrau SU, because, like, everybody and their mother in that au would basically throw everything they love out of the window for us to throw a single glance at them. Also, this takes inspo from other works. Yeah, yeah, I’m a plagiarist, I know.

Let’s say you play Honkai: Star Rail. You’re a big fan- you’ve been playing since launch, have an excellent team comp, and have cleared all of the story and side content.

However, the game’s been… in a content drought for a while, roughly about 3 months without a single update- not even a patch or bug fix! That’s odd. Hoyo would have normally announced at least a single character by now, wouldn’t they?

And, getting extremely bored, and with nothing else to do, you seriously consider taking a break from the game. After all, there’s nothing to do.

Except farm. And you’re getting tired of even that.

But just then, a miracle happens- or at least it’s a miracle to you. The game finally gets an update. You’re confused- they should have announced that in some shape or form, but you also get excited. What have they added this time?

And then you find out, much to your dissatisfaction and/or disappointment, that they just doubled down and just added in a new version of the Simulated Universe, called “Simulated Universe: New Game +” to “fix” the lack of content- they’re just making you do SU again- but hey, they also added another Aeon along with it, so that should count for lore!

So you go and wait for it to download and open it up.

When you do, you’re notified in game of a text message from Herta. Uncharacteristically, its tone is noticeably off from how she normally acts- practically begging you to please please please come to her office- because apparently, she’s dug up some info on this new Aeon that’s apparently been around for the longest time, and she’s finally managed to obtain enough data to create a simulated version of THEM- thirsty for something to do, you oblige, using a space anchor to reach her. Surprisingly, there’s only one available for your use.

Once you actually arrive, a cutscene plays, depicting Herta, once again very much out of character, grabbing on to the trailblazer’s arm and practically dragging them across the space station to her office, the widest grin on the puppet’s face. “Huh,” you think to yourself, “She must have struck gold if she’s acting all crazy like this.”

Once you actually make it inside- Herta finally gives you a complete explanation of what’s happening- she’s “finally” dug up enough information about this Aeon that you “should already know” and that you should also “start immediately.”

You do, and you’re met with a new path for blessings- Guidance, and holy cow, is-is that 300% break effect and 180% damage and 50% crit rate boost? What? That’s insane- what is the dev team doing with their game???

Obviously, you pick it- it’s the only option available, and even if there were other options, this one would likely be the best.

As you and your party traverse through the station, and obtain absolutely absurd blessings- all damage dealt will have the character gain a shield equal to half of that permanently, follow up attacks trigger twice, all characters gain a self-revive- it’s really bad balancing on Hoyoverse’s part, and it’s the greatest power trip you’ve had while playing this game so far. But it’s also getting boring. One shotting everything isn’t exactly the best thing to do on loop, and the game throws you a bone in the form of finally meeting the Aeon that Herta was talking about.

However, before that happens, Herta pulls you aside- and you can’t believe it, but she’s even more out of character now- hell, she’s fangirling, saying stuff like “I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I was a baby” and urging you to give the Aeon the absolute utmost respect- and to never forget to do it.

As it turns out, the so-called “interaction” between you and THEM is just dialogue describing how you will always serve and praise them for all eternity- and you seriously take into consideration getting whatever the hell the writers have been smoking over the past couple months to put this down on paper and call it a good idea.

Weirded out by very strange design choices, you decide that it’s time for a break after all is said and done, and close the app.

If this is the legitimate road that Hoyoverse is going down, you’re worried about the future of the game.

You should really be more worried about your future, sweetie. After all, they’re all working so hard to bring you to them through that screen.

They love you. So so much.

[phoenixkaptain]

Will not ever be getting over Quan Yizhen.

He is the puppy-doggiest boy of all time. He is the sweetest baby in the world. He is the cutest bean ever born.

My favourite scenes are ones where he tries to thank Xie Lian!! Because all Xie Lian did was throw chopsticks to make the curtain fall!! He barely did anything!! Most of the other gods don’t even realize he’s the one who did it!!

But Quan Yizhen not only noticed it was him, he also felt grateful!!! He tried to stuff his donation box with gold bars!!! And, my absolute favourite example, when he woke up to find Xie Lian and Pei Ming in his room (while Pei Ming is trying to catch Shi Qingxuan), Pei Ming asks him to help out and Yizhen just. Throws his bed. At Pei Ming. Because even though he has not a single clue what the fuck is going on, he wants to thank Xie Lian.

I could ramble about my love for Yizhen for all of eternity. I love him so so so so so much.

The scene where Yin Yu “knocks him out” with the shovel, only for Quan Yizhen to wait to be dug out and then reveal that he wasn’t actually knocked unconscious??? (Beautiful, amazing, 10/10, implies that even after everything, Yin Yu still can’t bring himself to hurt Yizhen, and I just abdjdjfbdjdn) Everyone is so completely shocked, because “Qi Ying just tricked us????” Quan Yizhen is so straightfoward and blunt that him pulled a trick like this is something literally nobody saw coming, he’s a strategic genius-

Xie Lian says that Yizhen probably recognized Yin Yu because he remembers his habits, like pacing when he’s uncertain. Which is just- Quan Yizhen hasn’t seen Yin Yu in centuries, but still remembers his ticks…

I love how literally everyone thinks that Yizhen is mad at Yin Yu, but all Quan Yizhen wants is to hug him and get head pats and he doesn’t blame Yin Yu for snapping at him and he still gets angry when people badmouth Yin Yu and and and and-

Yizhen just loves hims Shixiong. He joined the sect because Yin Yu was there. He became a god because Yin Yu suggested he should. He never stops caring for Yin Yu, even when Yin Yu tries to murder him. I love them so much.

But also, I love Quan Yizhen with Xie Lian. Not as a romantic ship, I just like that they’re two peas in a pod. They both see amazing martial ability and automatically praise it. They are the most neurodivergent characters. They both think Yin Yu is pretty cool. They are buddies, and it’s like two puppies play wrestling, I can’t get over it.

[bad268]

Omg I just read your new kimi fic (with the chronically ill reader) and I love it so much! Soo literally anything else for kimi would be amazing (there's so little fics for him istg) but if its okay I'd love a figure skater reader (but like professional, world champion kind of skater) who's currently not competing cos she injured herself kinda badly (preferably smth to do with her acl but anything is fine) so she can't skate atm (like kinda Angsty but also fluffy, maybe kimi comforting reader or smth?)

Otherwise I'd also love same concept with figure skater reader and her and kimi going skating and like her teaching him or smth haha

Thanks so much in advance already <3

Go for the Gold (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Figure Skater! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (Thank you love! I'm glad you liked it <3 I may or may not have semi-based this on Sasha...)

Warnings: Drugs (pain meds)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1040

Summary: Silver will have to do until you can get back on the ice.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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As if finishing second in the Olympics wasn’t a hard enough blow, you landed wrong during a practice jump and made a worse injury for yourself when you proceeded to compete on it. Yes, it wasn’t your main jumping leg, but that did not mean you didn’t stand on it during certain moves. And yes, silver was good, but when you set a world record in your program, maybe you set the expectations too high when you expected gold. Your teammate ended up getting gold. 

You just got back to your apartment in Italy after a medical appointment. Of course, you tore your ACL. And to make matters, worse, your boyfriend was out for testing all week. That just added salt to the wound.

Your parent dropped you off after you assured them you would be fine as you hopped up the stairs with your crutches in hand. You would not be able to get in for surgery for at least a week, so you had to suffer in pain for the next few days until the doctor scheduled you. 

You hobbled up to your door, trying to fish out your keys one-handed while simultaneously balancing on one leg. Usually, it would not be difficult, but you were still in pain and still felt the effects of the pain meds. It was a little harder than you remembered. You finally got your keys out, and of course, you dropped them.

“Can anything go my way for once?” You groaned to yourself as you tried to grab them. Just when you touched them, a hand came out to swipe them off the ground as another hand wrapped itself around your torso and pulled you toward the door that you just now noticed was open. You looked up at the person, dazed, to see Kimi holding you up. “When did youtube here?”

“Testing ended yesterday, I thought I texted you?” Kimi replied as he lifted you, grabbed your crutches, and carried you into the apartment. He carried you all the way to the common room where he set you on the sofa and handed you the remote. You took it from him with a glare as you pulled out your phone to show him no messages.

“Does it look like you texted me? No. You didn’t,” You snapped as you threw the remote to the side as you opted to stay on your phone. “Would’ve been nice to have you with me, but no, You were here chilling while I was getting drugged and x-rayed.”

“I must’ve forgotten to send it,” He muttered as he pulled out his own phone. Indeed, he did forget to hit send. He wanted to be upset at the attitude from you, but he’s been with you long enough to know that when you get hurt, you get mad. It’s never directly at him, moreso at yourself, but that did not mean it hurt any less. He knew the best way to go about this is to give you space for a while.

So he left you alone. As soon as you snapped at him, you felt bad, but you couldn’t follow him because he left your crutches against the far wall. You had to just sit there in the hole you dug and wait for him to come back. 

What felt like forever to you was more like an hour for Kimi. How did he know? Because he cooked you your favorite food (that he knew how to cook) as an apology. He went to hide away in the kitchen, so he could still keep an eye on you while also focusing on food. If you were still on the meds, you would be hungry after they wore off, he thought.

He was right because he peaked over to the common room when he heard rustling, and he saw you trying to stand up using the table. It was not nearly tall enough to provide adequate support, so you kept falling. He ran over to help support you, and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes when you noticed he was the one helping you.

“I’m sorry I’m being difficult, Kimi,” You whispered as you leaned into his shoulder and cried. ”It’s just a lot, and I didn’t plan on being injured, and I know I’m not the nicest when I’m injured, and I know I snapped at you-”

“And I know you’re sorry, and you don’t have to apologize,” Kimi chuckled as he cut off your rambling. Every time you got hurt, you would apologize profusely every time you snapped, but it became something he would look forward to. It usually means the initial pissy mood was gone until the (inevitable) next injury. “I made your favorite to cheer you up a bit? Are you hungry?”

“Are you a mind reader?” You gasped as you snapped your head up to meet his eyes. “Did you know I was craving it?”

“I just know you like to eat it when you’re feeling down,” Kimi consoled as he helped you toward the kitchen island to sit. Then, he went around to plate up your food. “It’s known to give you strength. Maybe enough to get you back on your feet sooner.”

“Oh, I wish,” You sighed as you began to eat the food. “This is amazing, Kimi! Who knew you could cook?”

“You’ve known I could cook for years since you taught me how to make it!” Kimi defended himself. “And what’s with the ‘I wish’? Something happened at the appointment?”

“Just that they can’t get me in until next week at the earliest,” You groaned as Kimi took his seat next to you. “Looks like you and I are gonna be attached, more than usual, for the foreseeable future. At least a week wait for the surgery, then a 9-month recovery period. Therapy won't start until at least a month post-op.”

“And I’ll be here the entire time,” Kimi comforted as you leaned into his side. He left a kiss on the crown of your head before whispering, “Who knows? Maybe you’ll get the gold next time. You’ll come back stronger than ever. I think this is the start of your comeback story.”

~~~ Part 2 ->

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[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Sixteen♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Sixteen Warnings: profanity Visit the first tag on this post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Sixteen]

Lute’s heel dug sharply into your back. Another surge of hot blood bubbled up in your throat. Lute wrenched her spear from your wing, a trickle of gold tracing the air as she pulled it up. Your wing twitched in agony. 

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up. “I should just kill you right now,” she spat. “Save Hell-“ a jerk of the spear towards the glowing rift- “From being graced with your presence.” She released you roughly and you stumbled forwards. 

You whirled around, eyes shakily fixed on the glint of her blade as she brought it up in the air, aiming for where your wings met your back. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the searing blow.

Something clattered onto the floor.

You opened your eyes a crack. The spear lay on the floor at Lute’s feet. Her hands were curled into fists, back rigid.

With tears streaming down her face.

“Lute?” You choked out. She flinched back, then grabbed you by the collar, heaving you close.

“You fucking bitch,” she spat. “I loved him.” She was crying like she’d never cried before. Worse than when she was sitting on your couch. Her shoulders racked with sobs, face red. “He was the closest, the truest friend I’d ever had.” 

Adam.

Your gut wrenched with pain and misery. 

She shook you a little. “And you. You and I.” Her eyes clouded even further. “I love you too, [name]. I loved you. I was going to love you.” She loosened her hold, fingers going slack. “Do you realize how much I liked you? Everything you did for me…” more tears bubbled up and over, streaking down her cheeks. “But you just had to fuck it up.” 

You grabbed her wrist, fingernails digging into her pale skin as your heart pounded against your ribcage, as if it was begging to be let out. “You don’t have to do this,” you said shakily. Her fingers unfurled, letting go of you. You stumbled back. The portal whirled and shook behind you like an awakened beast. 

“You didn’t have to fuck Lucifer either, did you?” She seethed. “Don’t you see, [name]? It’s not my fault, it’s yours. You’ve brought this on all of us. Me.” Another tear slipped down her face. 

“Adam.”

You were curling over the toilet bowl, nausea swirling on your gut. Adam was dead. He was never coming back. 

“Sera.” 

Sera smiled at you approvingly, believing you unconditionally and all the lies that spilled from your lips. She’d thought she was looking at the purest soul in all of Creation. Her smile morphed into a disappointed, patronizing scowl as you fell to the ground. 

“Emily.”

Emily tackled you to the ground in a hug, worried to death. “Adam said you went missing.” She screamed at you, voice burning with betrayal. “Tell me you didn’t know.” She then screamed at Sera, begging her to spare you. “It’s just love. Why are you punishing her for being in love?”

Why are they punishing me for being in love?  

Lute’s head whipped back.

Your hand smarted with pain. A trickle of blood dripped over her lips, down her chin.

“You need to stop fucking blaming me for this, Lute,” you seethed, the venom in your voice dripping onto her, burning her. She recoiled. “Me and Lucifer weren’t some fling, some random fuck. I love him.”

She slowly licked the blood from her lips. “Does he love you?”

A seed of doubt made your body stutter to a standstill. “Of course he does.” 

Lute wiped her mouth, and the blood smeared. “Fuck you, [name]. I hope he doesn’t. I hope you realize what a fucking mistake you’ve made.”

Another blow of pain landed in your chest, where her foot planted and knocked you back. She grabbed you by the collar. The edges of the portal swirled even closer now, burning you with the promise of a fall from grace as you teetered back, the only thing holding you being Lute.

“I ought to cut off your wings and leave you for the hellspawn, for them to rip you apart.” She snarled. But then her face softened. “But I won’t.”

Your eyes shot open in surprise. “Wha-“

She let go.

The last thing you saw was Lute’s miserable face glaring at you through the portal, and the red sky as you fell.  

♱♱♱

You twitched. 

Every part of you was aching. Your ribs, your head. You groaned, stirring. A stab of pain jabbed at your shoulder blades. White feathers lay scattered around you. You picked yourself up, trying to ignore the agony and blood dried and dark, crusting the tip of your wing. 

The hell-baked pavement seared underfoot. It burnt your palms as you pushed yourself up. You looked up.  

Everything was red. 

The buildings, the sky. The people. Sinners roamed the streets, their demonic forms unfamiliar to what you were used to, that being soft white feathers and shiny new buildings. Not this crumbling hellscape.

You clutched your arms, looking around frantically as sinners stopped to look at your curiously. They advanced.

“An angel?”

“It’s a fallen angel.”

Hungry eyes glowed at you from the crowd.

“You think I can-“

You tuned the voice out before it could list the atrocities its owner would have liked to commit to you, focusing on another.

“Poor thing.”

Could sinners have a heart?

Your mind rushed and swirled like a raging river of panic as you looked up. A huge tower loomed above you, encasing you in its shadow. The large doors at the bottom, in front of you, clanged open.

What you could only describe as a tall, hideous, bald creature slunk out, smoke curling between it’s lips, a large gun in it’s hands.

“The fuck’s all this?” It grumbled. Then it’s red hot eyes settled on you, and it’s eyebrows shot up as it’s gaze roved down your body. 

That thing has definitely molested something in it’s lifetime. It’s state was violating, penetrating. You wrapped your wings around you like a shield. 

Your wings.

Lute hadn’t cut of your wings.

The shock had barely registered by the time before the ugly creature flicked its head, and two sinners came and gripped your arms. Your mind flashed back to the exorcists as they dropped you on the cold floor of the Seraphim’s office. 

You struck out. “Let go of me,” you hissed, clawing at their wrists. But you were too weak. The crowd burst into commotion. 

“Why the fuck do you get her?” A harsh voice shouted from the crowd. 

A shot rang out. The sinner who had spoken out crumpled to the ground. 

The creature pushed it’s gun back under it’s arm. Another demon stepped out through the doors, and you were so dazed that you didn’t even care that he had a TV for a head. He reached up with a clawed hand for the creature’s shoulder.

“Val,” he said, smile and voice strained, “What the fuck is going on.”

And then his eyes landed on you. 

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but suddenly a hand with a cloth closed over your mouth. You inhaled, and your brain grew fuzzy. You tried to pull away but your limbs wouldn’t move.

You crumpled to your knees, as the world faded to black. And the last thing you saw was the creature, grinning with malice, and the TV, errors flashing on his face from shock.

The darkness closed in. 

[multific]

King’s Landing Market

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: You just wanted to go to the market, you never expected to get hurt.

When Aemond kicked the door open, everyone inside jumped, including you.

The healer just finished putting a bandage onto your finger.

"Leave us!" Aemond barked as everyone quickly left. 

He was quiet, the room felt extremely cold, but it could be just his stare.

You knew he was waiting for an explanation. 

"I went to the market. I had guards with me, they wanted to take my jewelry when the guards were distracted. When the guards realized what was happening, they panicked. They snatched my ring, but by doing so they broke my finger." you showed Aemond your wrapped up pinky.

"You shouldn't have been there in the first place."

"I told you I wished to go and see the merchants. I told you I would go even if you disagree."

"And you got hurt as a result."

"It is only a finger."

"You should have disguised yourself better. Or you should have listened and didn't go in the first place."

"I heard the market holds a special event. People from all over the world would come to sell. I wished to see it. But I got robbed even before I could get to the first one." you pouted as you looked at your hands.

"I hope you learned from it." Aemond said before he turned and left the room.

---

The next day, once again, you were getting ready. 

"And where are you going?" Aemond's voice startled you.

"To the market."

"Did you learn nothing?!"

"Two thieves are not going to derail me from my goal. I wish to purchase goods! I wish to see what they have to offer. I heard they have special silks and treats."

"You cannot go."

"I will go Aemond, you could either come with me or stay here. But I am going."

You said as you quickly put your bag around you. You looked at him, not moving.

"I know you are worried. Come with me then, it would be a good time." you offered a small smile to him, hoping it would help him.

And it did. 

"I shall go with you then."

---

Walking around with Aemond wasn't exactly how you imagined it when yesterday you suggested the idea to him.

You hoped it would be a romantic day, but it turned into Aemond looming over you like a guard dog, scaring people with his hood up and eyepatch.

You tried to ignore him and walked in between the merchants.

Something caught your eye.

A lovely pair of earrings.

"My Lady! Your taste is amazing, those are made out of real sapphire." you held the earrings in your hands, you really did like them.

"How much for them?"

"They are only two golds, My Lady." you dug into your pocket and fished out two golds and handed them to the merchant who smiled at you.

You put the earrings away before moving to a new shop.

You noticed glass jars with what looked like candles in them.

"My Lady, good day. Would you be interested? These are candles."

"Never seen something like this."

"They are scented."

"Oh? How so?"

"My lovely wife's idea. You light it and it gives the room a lovely smell. Here, try it, this one smells of lavender." Aemond observing everyone around you.

"I am not too fond of lavenders I'm afraid."

"No problem, how about a more fruity scent? Perhaps strawberry?" you nodded and the merchant handed you a jar.

"This smells really lovely. So sweet. Your wife is wonderful."

"Thank you, My Lady." the man now looked at Aemond. "Would your husband like to smell?" he tried to hand Aemond a jar but Aemond only turned. 

"I'm afraid as long as you don't sell weapon-scented ones, he wouldn't be so interested." you giggled it made the merchant laugh as Aemond just rolled his eyes. "I would like to buy one of the strawberry, the vanilla and what is this?"

"It is mint."

"One of that as well please." 

"Of course, just do not put them next to curtains, please blow them out if you head to bed. Wouldn't want your house to be burnt down."

"Of course." you handed him the money before taking the items. "I should have bought a basket." you smiled at Aemond before heading towards the food items.

"Do you plan on buying everything?" his voice came out harsher than he intended.

"Possibly. It is your money after all." you looked serious. Perhaps way too serious for Aemond to say if you were joking or not. But of course you were. "No need to be so harsh Aemond." you smiled at him as he watched you walk to yet another merchant.

Aemond would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't happy to spend the day with you. 

He loved it very much, that whenever you found something, let that be a dress or fabric or jewellery, your eyes started to shine so beautifully. 

But he knew he had to be vigilant. He would not let anything like yesterday happen again. Every time he caught a glimpse of the wrap on your finger, he was reminded of that. 

But he also noticed just how kind and sweet you were when you talked with the people.

A lady just sold you some chocolate-covered nuts. 

"Try one." you said offering one to Aemond, he thought you would hand it to him, but no, you raised your fingers to his lips and he would take it like that. Aemond wasn't one for sweets, but this, he truly did enjoy. Maybe it was because they came from you. He wasn't sure. "Do you like it?" you asked so sweetly.

"Hm." his reply was simple, but you were used to it. You grabbed his hand, feeling bolder as you pulled him with you.

---

After dinner, you were back in your chamber, getting ready for bed, you brushed your hair.

You smiled as you softly hummed a tune.

What an amazing day you had.

Even if you and Aemond didn't marry out of love, you two still found companionship within each other.

You smiled as Aemond entered the room.

The soft scent of vanilla hit his nose as he noticed the candle lit by your side.

You soon finished with your hair as you blew out the candle and headed to bed.

Aemond was already in bed by the time you joined him.

You laid on your side, extending your hand and placed it on his chest.

"I had fun today." you whispered to him. "Wish we could do it more often. I really enjoyed my time with you, Husband."

Aemond's fingers soon found your wraps as he let out a sigh as he felt you flinch a little when he touched your hurt pinky.

"I should have been there. This wouldn't have happened."

"I'm just said I lost the ring. I quite liked that one you know."

"I will have hundreds more made."

"No need. At least the necklace you gave me is not gone. I like that one much more." you closed your eyes, ready to sleep when you heard him speak up.

"I enjoyed today quite as well, Wife." you hummed as he pulled your hand to his lips. He turned to face you, watching you as you drifted off to sleep.

"I can't sleep if you stare at me." you whispered, giggling a little before opening your eyes and meeting his. You moved close to him, placing your head under his chin, and wrapping your arms around him.

You let out one last sigh before falling off to sleep.

Aemond soon followed.

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Breaking The Illusion: Yandere Ex-Boyfriend [Female Girlfriend Reader]

Summary: "You can't do anything with me!", that was the last thing he said to you when you left the apartment you shared together, tired of his abusive language and neglectful language. He has all the power, was the one who was keeping everything together, and was needed! Or, so he thought. Watch as his illusion of a perfect life cracks & shatters around him.

Broken: The Great @bweoo made a decent point in this post that we don't have enough of these trope stories, so I'm writing this. Thanks, Bweoo, and let the words weave together!

[Flashback]

"I'm breaking up with you. I cannot stand your language and attitude against me any longer." She said as she walked to their shared room with her suitcase that she dug out of the organized but overcrowded hall closet while her boyfriend was working. She had been sitting on the couch after cleaning everything, thinking about her future and what she really wanted in life; then, her thoughts trailed to her relationship with [Ex-Boyfriend], they had been dating for about 4 years, living together for 3; it was like a dream, but just like old gold, that dream was fading because it had been neglected for so long.

[Ex-Boyfriend] was always full of himself but he was still gentle and sweet to [Name] during the first year of their relationship, they had their rough patches; however, that was the same for every relationship, right?

Then again, pressure can also bust a pipe and her pipe had finally burst.

He was getting worse, expecting too much out of her and meeting her hard work & dedication to everything she was doing for him out of love with disdain and demeaning remarks; he even started comparing her to his ex-girlfriend, who was no more than a gold digger who dumped him the moment he lost his job due to cutbacks.

[Name] was tired of it all. She needed to leave him if she wanted to find her own happiness in life. As much as she loved him and all the time she spent with him, all that she sacrificed to make him happy...She didn't care anymore.

"You wanna leave me?! Ha! You're just as stupid as you appear to be! What are you going to do without me?! Where are you going to go?! Who is going to want you if you leave me?! You'll grow old and alone if you leave me! Stop talking nonsense and fall back in line, woman!" [Ex-Boyfriend] declared with a smirk on his face, expecting [Name] to stop packing and obey him as she always has.

He looked slightly shocked when she packed her last item, zipped her suitcase before reaching into her pocket, and placed her house key on the nightstand on her side of the bed before turning to face him with a scowl on her face and unshed tears shining in her [E/C] eyes.

"Lose my number." With that, [Name] pulled her suitcase out of the room, down the hall, into the living room, and to the front door; she reached out for it when [Ex-Boyfriend] called out behind her, arrogance soaked in his voice.

"You wanna leave?! Fine, go! You'll be back! I know it! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING WITHOUT ME!" He laughed at her as she opened the door and slammed it behind her, making the pictures on the wall shake from the force before the living room was silent once again. He stared at the door for a while before scoffing with a smirk on his face.

"She'll be back in 3 days. She won't last without me; she's too pathetic." He said before walking to the kitchen to find his dinner, but he came up empty, "Damn. She didn't even make me dinner."

[The Next Morning]

[Ex-Boyfriend woke up to a cold bed, groaning as the sunlight hit him in the face from the window in front of him.

Wait.

Sunlight?

He was supposed to be a work before the sun rose!

He shot up, threw his blanket off himself, and grabbed his phone to check the time; only to find the cell device was dead.

"What the hell?! How could my phone be dead?! It's never been dead before, I always put it on the charger at night!" [Ex-Boyfriend] yelled to himself when a thought crossed his mind, or rather, the lack of a thought. He couldn't remember when or if he placed the phone on the charger that night...or any prior night.

That's when the realization hit him: [Name] was the one putting his phone on the charger at night to make sure it was fully changed for his next day at work.

"She's been making sure my phone was charged? I just thought I forgot when I charged it." [Ex-Boyfriend] thought when he stood up and got dressed for work and dragged the power bank out of his dresser drawer; [Name] would always put it there in case he needed extra juice.

He used his power bank, called his boss, and notified her that he would be to work soon enough, before hopping in his car and leaving the apartment.

'I am gonna have a serious talk with her about not reminding me to charge my damn phone. Useless woman.' He growled in his mind as he drove to his office.

[Throughout The Month]

This month was the most stressful [Ex-Boyfriend] had gone through.

He kept forgetting to charge his phone at night, causing him to charge his phone in the car because he forgot to recharge the power banks. He would have to work with 30% of battery for the entire day.

He was out of fresh work clothes and he lacked the knowledge of washing them himself, so he had to take his suits to the Dry Cleaners so they could do it for him, but since the suits were designer, they were charging him more to make sure the suits were properly cleaned; it wasn't like he couldn't afford it but it was taking too much of his important time.

Without [Name] there to do the cooking and cleaning, [Ex-Boyfriend] hadn't had a homemade meal in a week and had been spending his money on fast food or eating out a high-class restaurants. Moreover, the apartment was getting more disgusting by the day, the trash was overflowing, dirty clothes, shoes and dishes were all over the place and he didn't know how the clean; she always did that for him.

He also found himself rather lonely on his time off. [Name] would welcome him home with a smile, a kiss on the cheek, and a warm meal, ready to listen to the stresses of his day; lending him her ear without a single word of personal input, just listening to him. He also thought about who she would run his baths for him and hold him when he found himself having a hard time sleeping at night; she felt so perfect in his arms.

Then, there was the matter of the Household Expenses. [Ex-Boyfriend] started receiving calls and notices in the mail about the payment for the bills and rent for the apartment; turned out, [Name] was doing an At-Home Job and using her salary to pay the expenses herself, but after the break-up, [Name] called the Landlord and Bill Companies, telling them that they would have to call [Ex-Boyfriend] for the future payments for any other bills; he didn't even know she had a At-Home Job, but [Name] told his elder sister about her job and how she got it to help around the house. He didn't know she was paying his bills, rent, and the groceries for the house with her OWN money... No wonder she never asked for anything other than his attention and love... She was handling everything on her own.

He groaned, holding his head in his hands as he attempted to hold back the tears building in his eyes.

"Why won't you come home already, [Name]? Why won't you answer my calls? Having me blocked is so childish. It's been a month already, so being so damn stubborn already. You still love me... Right?" He questioned himself.

His mind was filled with thoughts of his time with [Name] but all he could hear were his words of abuse and his neglectful nature; it was no wonder she was so sick of him. Then, he remembered the words his elder sister said when he was on the phone earlier in the day:

"If I were her, I would have left your narcissistic ass, too. She did all that stuff for you because she loved you, but you took her for granted. She had enough and she left. You had a good thing and now it's gone, don't cry over spilled milk now."

That's when his illusion shattered and the tears finally fell when the realization hit him hard.

"She never needed me... She wanted me... She stayed because she loved me. She never needed me. I needed her. I needed her. I need her. I NEED her." He lifted his head and looked at the picture of him and [Name] that was taken on their first day, "I need her... and I am GOING to get her back. I'm coming for you, My Love. We are going to be together again and I shall treat you like the queen you are."

[END]

@bweoo - Thoughts?

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Pomegranate | Nikolai x F!Reader

Chapter 2

Your second meeting with Nikolai

cw: cw: dark fic, dubcon/noncon, reader is being trafficked, human trafficking, blow jobs, piv, abusive relationships, shower sex, he gives her alcohol to calm her down

Masterpost

You knew the drill this time. All your clothes taken off, this time folded, and left in a stack on the floor. The panties and bra he left you were still too small and were a light pink this time. He must have a collection somewhere, hopefully one he bought rather than gathered. The door beeped and unlocked. 

“Kotenok, come here,” He called down the hall from the living room. You hurried over, footsteps softened by the rugs he had laid everywhere. “Ahh, there you are. Prekrasnyy”

He was standing by the bar, shaking a cocktail, shirtless with his various tattoos on display. “Do you drink?”

“Not normally, Sir.” You stood next to the bar, hands at your side. He poured out the shaker into a glass and slid it over to you. 

“I don’t want you shaking as much tonight.” He gave you a pointed look till you picked up the glass and took a sip. It was fruity and strong, burning a bit as you swallowed.

“Thank you, Sir.” 

“Go wait for me on the couch.” He turned his back to grab another bottle off the shelf for his own drink. 

His house was always a bit cold, making your nipples hard and your skin pimple. Your feet were always cold since he never gave you shoes. A double edged sword considering how others had made you pace for hours wearing six inch and higher heels. 

You sat on the couch trying to seem sexy, back straight with your chest jutting out and a leg extended across the cushions. Just be an object, a pretty object for him to stick his fingers into. 

A hand gripped the back of your neck, not painfully but forcibly. He held you still as you gasped.

“Finish your drink, Kotenok.” He tilted your head back so your eyes were on him. You drank it down in three quick gulps, maintaining eye contact with him. You watched carefully for any sign of pleasure or approval but nothing came. “No more shaking, yes?”

You nodded and he let go of your neck. The liquor sloshed around in your stomach. He had a heavy pour that was clear. 

He sat down and motioned for you to come over. He guided you till your head was laying on his lap, face up towards the ceiling. He held your neck again, massaging the sides of it. He smelled like oud and musk and tobacco and gunpowder.

“You fuck anyone else today?” He asked, taking a sip from his own drink glass. 

“Yes, Sir.” Don’t shake, you screamed at yourself. “I cleaned myself before coming. I remembered how you like it.”

He gave you a pleased sigh,  “Good girl.”

You tensed up as he sat his drink down on your forehead. “Don’t spill.”

One of his thumbs forced its way into your mouth, his ring catching on your teeth. You dug your nails into your legs, transferring all your anxious energy to other parts of your body. Both your hands fit around his one, holding it gently while you sucked on his finger. Condensation from his glass dripped down onto your forehead. 

“Are you afraid of me, Kotenok?” He asked, pulling his finger from your mouth only to flick it against one of your nipples. You bit down on your tongue to stop yourself from flinching. 

“No, Sir.” His hand trailed down to rest on your stomach. You avoided looking at him, not wanting to see if he caught your lie. You were in his den, laying between his teeth, praying he wouldn’t clamp down. You knew enough about the men who paid Arno to know he was dangerous. Outside of these meetings he exchanged blood for gold. The security, the art, the liquor, the sheets all cost money. A lot of money. The tattoos were the same you saw on Russian mobsters. 

“Are you afraid of Arno?”

Yes. Arno was in charge of the club, of you, and the rest of the girls. He was the one who trapped you into debt, threatened your safety if you tried to flee. His threats weren’t empty. A couple months ago a girl got as far as Glasgow before being dragged back here. He gathered everyone into the main club room and broke her legs. You never saw her again. You imagine she went to one of the clients that paid extra to break their toys. 

Arno slapped you across the face once because he thought you gave him a dirty look. He rarely fucked any of his girls. His drug habit prevented him from getting hard so it was more to save himself embarrassment than a lack of desire. On good days he kept to himself in his office.

“Kotenok, answer my question.” His fingers flexed against your stomach, claws ready to come out and gut you. 

“Yes,” you said meekly. 

“He take the money I gave you?”

“No.” It was tucked away safely in the lining of your coat. You told no one about it. A hundred years ago the Romanov girls sewed jewels into their petticoats. It caused the bullets to ricochet around the room when they were killed. Pound notes wouldn’t protect you the same but the coat was yours. You slept in it most nights, a better blanket than you’d ever been given. 

“Good.” He patted your stomach. “He’s a fucking siklo.”

“What does that mean?” The question slipped out before you could stop yourself.

“He’s a pussy,” he chuckled. “You can tell him I said that. Might not work well for you if you do though.”

He took the glass off your head and downed it one gulp. He took your chin between two fingers and turned your head to his crotch. He stopped you from sliding off the couch to get between his legs. “Want you up here with me.”

It was an awkward angle as you rolled over onto your stomach. His hand rubbed circles on your ass as you undid his trousers. You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you rubbed his cock through his boxers. His head was already tilted back, eyes closed. 

You wondered if you could bite his throat hard enough to kill before he could stop you. You took an anatomy class once, the vein was right up front, right? That’s where they always cut in movies. He’d kill you before he died or someone else would kill you afterwards. You could get a lick in before that. Get an ounce of flesh for revenge before he cracks your skull under his foot. 

He pinched your ass. You’d stopped moving.

“Sorry, Kolya.” You kissed his cock through the fabric. 

He hummed pleasantly, eyes still closed. You stroked him to half hardness before taking his tip into your mouth. You bobbed your head, sucking on his tip when you went up. He groaned softly, bucking his hips up as you took him deeper and deeper. His breath hitched when you licked his slit. He pinched your ass again when you took him out of your mouth completely, only to rub the spot apologetically when you took his balls into your mouth, stroking his length with your free hand. 

“Want to come in your mouth, Kotenok.” A hand tangled in your hair and pulled you upwards. You took him back into your mouth, lavishing your tongue around the head of his cock. His groaning turned to growls. He flooded your mouth with hot salt. He held your head still, lazily thrusting his twitching cock down your throat. 

When he moved his hand you finally pulled yourself off him and laid your head sideways on his thigh. 

His thumb tugged your lower lip down, opening your mouth for him to look inside. You stuck your tongue out, showing you swallowed him. 

“Did they feed you tonight?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

“No, sir. They didn’t.” 

He sighed, “Arno never takes care of his girls.”

He moved you off his lap and left. Your head was busy. You didn’t know what to think of him. He had been kind but you weren’t here because you wanted to be and he knew that. He knew Arno made money off your rape. He paid for it and presumably for the pleasure to do the same to other girls before you. You told yourself to remember that. No matter how nice he was to you, he was not a good man. He’d just as soon kill you as fuck you.

You sat up when he reentered the room, a plate in hand. A chicken breast and some roasted vegetables. Your mouth watered. Food at the club was protein bars and whatever snacks you could get your hands on. You didn’t remember the last time you ate meat. 

“Eat. You’ll need the energy.”

“Thank you.” You said, taking the plate as carefully as you could. Part of you was afraid he’d snatch it back before you could get one bite in. You ate slowly or so you thought.

“Hungry, Kotenok?” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry.” You rested your fork on the plate, face turning hot.

“Don’t be. You need to eat. Finish your meal.” He nodded at you.

You sat cross legged beside him, moaning as the juice from the chicken hit your tongue. He rubbed the back of your neck. There was a fascination in his eyes like he’d never seen someone eat before. 

“You don’t go hungry when you’re here, understood? I don’t want to hear your stomach growling when I’m trying to sleep.”

You nodded as you swallowed a mouth full of veggies. He wiped the corner of your mouth, “Good girl.”

When you finished eating he tucked you under his arm and turned on the news. His fingers played with the elastic of your panties. He leaned in to press his lips to your hairline, “Touch yourself. I want you wet for me.” 

You might have played it up, breathing heavy against his side as you played with your clit. Two fat, ringed fingers pushed their way into your mouth. You remembered his words from last week, “I don’t like liars.” You quieted down, sucking on his fingers obediently. His arm kept you pinned to him in a pseudo headlock. The hair of his arm tickled your face. You felt a pulse in your cunt, liquid heat pooling inside you. Last week’s lube was a courtesy, you understood that now. You rolled your hips a little, grinding against your hand. 

His cock was still out. You watched him grow larger and perk up under the curve of his stomach. Drool was seeping out around his fingers and dripping down your chin onto his leg. He hooked one of his fingers against the corner of your lips and pulled, letting a cascade of drool pour out with a chuckle.

“Want you to ride me, Kotenok.” He wiped his wet fingers on your stomach.

Straddling him on the couch was when you first became aware of how small you were to him. There was a burn in the muscles of your thighs. Your hips fit perfectly into his hands as he lowered you down on his cock. You held his shoulders tight, gasping and whining as each inch disappeared inside you. His eyes were dark, pupils blown out. It was a hungry look. Men often looked like they wanted to devour you, he was the first who might actually be able to do so. 

He let you take a moment as you sat flush with his hips. He rubbed your spine, murmuring in Russian against your cheek as he laid small kisses. He’d never kissed you before. You hadn’t moved yet and your thighs were shaking. You felt overstuffed, your pussy clenching around him as it adjusted. You let out a shuddered breath. 

He leaned back, arms stretched out across the back of the couch as you started to roll your hips. You tucked your head under his chin, riding his cock. Your ass smacking against his thighs. The head of his cock dragged against your walls and you couldn’t help but keen when his cock bumped against that spot inside you. 

“Yebat,” he groaned, a hand slapping against your ass. He suddenly gripped your hips and started thrusting up into you. “Pussy fucking made for me.”

You dug your nails into his shoulders, “Kolya…fuck…Kolya.”

Part of you hated how good his cock felt inside you. Hated that this is what you had to do to survive now. Hated how you shivered when his stubble rubbed against your cheek when he nipped at your earlobe. Hated how vulnerable you were yet you were moaning wantonly on his cock.

You slipped a hand between your legs to rub your clit, scissoring it between two fingers. His hot breath skated across your face,“Going to come on my cock again?”

“Yes, Kolya,” You cried. You hardly knew how to discern between pretend and actual pleasure anymore. What want really was. You did want to come but you’d rather be alone with a toy between your legs rather than riding the cock of a large Russian man. A large calloused hand gently pushed yours away and began to rub your clit with fervor. 

“Come.” He ordered. You melted in his hold, your teeth dragging against his chest. Your thighs gave out, collapsing you fully on his cock. He fucked you through your orgasm, muttering about how tight you were. “Going to fill you up, Kotenok.”

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head backwards, your chins touching. “Open your mouth,” he breathed. You did and he spit into it. You kept your eyes on him as you swallowed. He grunted loudly, cum filling any space left in your cunt. 

He slumped against the couch while you did the same against his chest. His heart was beating wildly under the hair and tattoos. 

He kept you on his cock, lighting his cigar as he went soft inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and laid your head under his chin. He smelled good. You tried to let yourself relax. He’d turned the news off at some point, letting the two of you sit in silence. He laughed softly. You glanced up and he was staring down at you.

“You’ve made a mistake.” You opened your mouth to apologize, confused as to what you could have done in this moment. “You’ve made me like you too much. Going to call you back every Tuesday. You’re a good cocksleeve.” 

He made you another drink and then another. Then fucked you on the floor doggy style. He fucked your throat again after turning on a football match. You started to lose track of what was happening when he pushed you down onto the floor again. Several hours later you were splayed out on the rug, cum dripping out of you and “Kolya” coming out like a mantra. He heaved you up and over his shoulder.

“Did I tire you?” He chuckled, smacking your ass. Your head rolled listlessly as he carried you upstairs. 

He wiped you clean with a warm wet rag before pulling the comforter over you. You drifted off quickly. His bed was soft and warm, much more comfortable than the cot you slept on in the club’s basement. A lot of men didn’t let you sleep in their bed. One even handcuffed you to the couch for the night so he could sleep without worry. You woke up an hour later with Kolya’s arm around your middle, his nose buried in your hair. He didn’t grumble when you got up to drink water or use the bathroom. Only beckoned you back to him, pulling the covers back over the two of you. 

At one point woke up to him pulling one of your legs over his hips, cock sliding between your folds. 

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered. “Want you like this.”

Exhaustion pulled you back under easily even with his hips hitting your ass and his hand groping your breast.  

You woke up alone in bed. No tea left for you on the side table. Through the bathroom door you heard the shower running. You dragged yourself out of bed and to the bathroom, knocking on the door.

“Come in!” He called. 

The bathroom was so full of steam you could barely make sense of where anything was. A wet hand reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the shower. He pinned you to the wall of the shower while kissing you sloppily. It felt intimate in a way you weren’t familiar with. He cradled your face while stealing the air from your lungs. His knee slid between your legs and you felt his cock on your thigh.

“Dobroye utro,” he purred.

“Good morning…?” You guessed his words. 

“You learn quickly,” He grinned. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, opening your mouth for his tongue to slide in. Kissing clients was not a regular occurrence, wanting to kiss them back never happened. Yet here you were, moaning softly as his tongue tangled with yours. He rolled one of your nipples between his fingers. “Want you again.”

He fucked you against the shower wall, your legs wrapped around his middle as he bucked into you. You were sure you’d cut open his back with your nails. He sucked a mark against the crook of your neck. He moaned when you tugged on his hair. He came on the tiles only to pin you to them again and rub your clit till you were jelly. 

“You’re shaking again.” He said, holding you by an arm around your waist as he cleaned you both up with a washcloth. 

“I’m hungry,” you answered, honestly.

“Let’s get breakfast, then, yes?”

He got you a plush robe to wear.. He padded around the kitchen in his boxers. From your place atop the counter you watched him make batter and pour a small amount into a pan. He was making you crepes. 

His phone started ringing and he sighed as he looked at the screen. 

“Go wait in the dining room for me, okay, Kotenok.” You nodded and left quickly, hearing him switch to Russian on the phone. He sounded upset and you wondered if you were going to actually get food before leaving. 

You sat to the right of the head chair, resting your chin on the table as you waited. You could hear him get loud every so often. 

“Eat up and I’ll call your car.” He laid a plate in front of you. Two crepes layered with strawberry jam and whipped cream. He was tense, you could tell by the way his hand held the plate. 

“Everything okay?” A dangerous question. It was none of your business. Nothing to concern yourself with. You added quickly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” 

“No, you shouldn’t have.” He rested a hand between your shoulder blades, at the base of your neck. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. My Kotenok’s just worried about me, yes?”

You nodded, looking up through your lashes. Sweet as a lamb you could be. Don’t shake. Don’t shake.  You took his hand and kissed his rings, “Yes, Kolya.”

“Eat your food.”He ordered, sitting down beside you with a cup of espresso in hand. 

“Thank you, Kolya.”

The bottom of one crepe was burnt. You ate it without a word.

He walked you to the front door this time. Kissed your shoulder as he took the robe off. 

“For you,” he handed you another stack of hundred pound notes. Six this time. You held it close to your chest. 

He pushed your hair from your face and kissed your cheek. “See you next week.”

He shut the door behind you, locking you out. You put your clothes on as quickly as you could before shoving the notes into the lining of your coat with the rest. 

The car was idling outside. 

“Hurry up,” Abel snapped. He was one of several drivers Arno had on hand. He was also the meanest. Acted like he was dropping off and picking up girls from the lap of luxury instead of the equivalent of a haunted house.

You stayed quiet in the backseat. You’d forgotten one of your socks.

You were hurried into the back door. Men and other girls moving around chaotically..

Someone grabbed your upper arm and yanked you roughly into a side room.

“At least he hasn’t fucked up your face,” Marcus said, holding your chin and moving your head around roughly. Despite being the reason you were in this situation he was still aggressively possessive of you. Hands clenched in fists whenever he saw you head to a client’s. “Whatever you did, Arno’s pissed. Expected to see you with broken teeth when you got back. ” 

“I…I didn’t do anything. He said he wanted to see me again.” You didn’t know his actual name. Kolya had to have been a diminutive of something but you didn’t know enough Russian to guess. He ripped the letter from your hands. He had sealed it with wax. Funny honestly. Probably knew that every man in this building was itching to climb over another for an extra dollar. 

“Let’s find out for sure, then.”

He dragged you down the hall in a bruising grip. 

“Arno! The Fixer’s bitch is back!” He knocked on the office door.

“Marcus, stop!” You hissed. You didn’t want to be in a room with Arno during one of his bad moods especially not if Marcus was intent on making it worse. 

The door opened. Arno barely scraped six feet tall but he was thin with a square jaw and blue eyes that always seemed blown out. It was no secret he had a nasty coke habit. He always looked a little strung out, a little manic. 

“There she is. ” He hung onto the frame of the door, looking over you and Marcus. He always seemed surprised to see you, like he forgot he’d imprisoned you. He grabbed the front of your coat and pulled you into the office with Marcus at your heels. 

You were shoved onto the couch in the office. Marcus sitting next to you with an arm around your shoulders, holding you against him.

Arno sat on his desk, seething.

“You know what Nikolai said to me today?”

“I don’t know.” You answered meekly, wringing your hands in your lap.

“He’s fucking giving me orders now. Said you weren’t allowed to fuck anyone twenty four hours before going to visit him.” Arno let out an incredulous laugh and threw his hands into the air. 

“He didn’t say anything to me.” You tried to assure. You never rocked the boat, just held onto your oar and hoped your life preserver worked. Marcus grabbed your arm roughly, almost pulling you into his lap. 

“I don’t believe you. I think you’re trying to milk him for everything. You suck his cock extra good? He’s sweet on you now?” Marcus laughed and pulled on your cheek. “Maybe I’ll send you back to him with my cum dripping out of you. How do you like that?”

“I didn’t ask for that.” You pleaded, looking at Arno desperately for some relief from Marcus’s taunts.

“He’s fucking with me,” Arno sighed, rubbing his face harshly. “He’s fucking fucking with me!”

He angrily slapped the lamp off his desk, sending it shattering against the wall. You leaned back against the couch. You had to get out of this room. 

Marcus released you and leaned back on the couch. “Just don’t send her back. What’s the old cunt going to do?”

“You’re a fucking idiot, Marcus.” Arno glared. You bit your tongue to hold back a laugh. “You know I can’t do that. We need his money. That’s why he’s fucking with us. Probably doesn’t even like her that much.”

“Hear that? Don’t get attached.” Marcus pulled on your cheek again. “Nikolai will dump you in a ditch soon enough. Right, Arno?”

He stared at you, blinking slowly, his brow furrowing in anger. He must have forgotten you were there. His brain barely making connections with his own eyes. 

“Get her out of here, Marcus! What the fuck is she even doing here!” Marcus jumped up and pulled you with him. “She shouldn’t be hearing any of this!”

“Sorry. You know how these sluts are. Nosey cunts” He shoved you out of the office, growling close to your face, “Wait for me in my office.”

His ‘office’ was a storage closet with an old desk in it. The door was slammed in your face. He was going to punish you for his own humiliation.  

Through your coat you felt the notes. You would get out of here. You would be your best for Nikolai. He would keep paying you and you’d get out of here. Get on a plane and never be seen again. You were getting out.