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ezziefae · 8 months

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Thoughts on Chap. 3 of The Prisoner's Throne (SPOILERS)

hello readers, forgive me for the typos, there are so many things about this chapter that had me screaming. Enjoy my thoughts!!!

“I want—” he begins.

“No,” she tells him. “By the power of Grimsen’s bridle, get on your knees and be silent.”

Wren has to be one of the scariest characters ever written by holly black.

Her mouth curves into a smile, but it isn’t a nice one. “By Grimsen, I command you to do exactly as I say from here forward. You will stay on your knees until I say otherwise.”

Oak should have left when he had the chance.

Nahhh! I knew since TSH that we were gonna see Wren use the bridle on Oak, but now that i'm READING THIS it's still INSANE that she's willingly using it to CONTROLL him fully, it makes me think of Jude and Cardan, and how Jude kind of sorta had control of Cardan, but only by Pledge. Jude also had a power to command Cardan whatever she wished him to do, but she never ordered him to do something like THIS. Wren seems to have no mercy on Oak. She could legit make him kill or hurt anyone, she could make him jump off a bridge or say anything. Kind of also reminds me of when Locke ordered the ghost to betray Jude and the court of shadows, and how the Ghost had no control over his actions, and how in TQON he asked Jude to kill him because he'd rather die than be controlled by anyone. Wren did not come to play. This is so scary!!!

He finds her fascinating. He’s always found her fascinating, but he is not foolish enough to tell her that. Especially not in this moment, when he is afraid of her.

Oak is literally being controlled and is bridled and these are his thoughts…he's so downbad that it could actually get him killed.

“I am already bridled,” he says, feeling a little frantic. “You don’t need to lock me away. I can’t harm you unless you let me. I am entirely in your power. And when I did escape, I came directly to your side. Let me kneel at your feet in the throne room and gaze up adoringly at you.”

THE LAST LINE!! IM DYINGGG!! THIS MAN NEEDS TO STOPPPPPP, OH OAKKKKK YOURE SOOOOO DOWNN BADDDDD FOR WREN

“I have to occupy myself somehow,” he says. “When I am between moments of gazing adoringly, of course.”

I have no words…Not Oak trying to use his charm on her, like dude, i dont think thats gonna work.

The door opens, and Fernwaif comes in, a single guard behind her. Oak recognizes him as Bran, who occasionally sat at Madoc’s dinner table when Oak was a child. He looks horrified at the sight of the prince on his knees, wearing the livery of a guard beneath a stolen cloak.

I absolutely LOVE that we’re getting past memories of Oak when he was a child. It also helps the readers feel nostalgic from reading the folk of the air series. When Jude, Taryn, Vivi, Oak, Madoc, and Oriana lived in peace.I hope we get so many of these moments…even though i have to say this paragraph is a little sad, how Oak recognized the guard as one of his fathers friends..

“You don’t know me as well as you think, Greenbriar heir,” she says. “I remember your stories, like the one about how you used a glamour against your mortal sister and made her strike herself. How would you like to feel as she felt?”

NOT HER USING THIS AGAINST HIM!!! Love how that moment keeps being brought up. (And i predict that Oak will apologize to Jude about it in this book)

“I’ll slap myself silly willingly, if you like,” he offers. “No need for a command.”

OAK STOPPP IM DEAD

“What if, instead, I force you onto your hands and knees to make a bench for me to sit upon?” Wren inquires lightly, but her eyes are alight with fury and something else, something darker.

Wren.... I don't think that sounds like a punishment to him sweetie…

“Crawl to me.” Her eyes shine, fever bright.

GUYS ITS THE LINE!! THE LINEEE!! SHE SAYS THE LINEEE HOLY SHI-

Again, Oak’s body moves without his permission. He finds himself writhing across the floor, his stomach against the carpet. He flushes with shame.

SHES SO WRONG FOR THAT. SHE'S HUMILIATING HIMM! Not even Jude did these thing to Cardan *sobs*

When he reaches her, he stares upward, rage in his eyes. He’s humiliated, and she’s barely begun. She was right when she said he didn’t understand what it would feel like. He hadn’t counted on the embarrassment, the fury at himself for not being able to resist the magic. He hadn’t counted on the fear of what she would do next.

This is actually very sad. Wren is treating him somewhat in a way that she had been treated. She's hurt, and I guess it's very understandable, I just wish she didn't have to inflict that pain on Oak.

Oak cuts his gaze toward Bran, who has remained stiff and still, as though afraid to draw Wren’s attention. The prince wonders how far she would go if he were not present.

Two things!! Number one I literally FORGOT the guard was still in the room and he had to WATCH oak crawl to her. Number two, That last line…..what kind of things would she has ordered Oak to do if the guard had not been in the room……(side eye)

Wren turns to him. “Perhaps I ought to have you sent to the Great Hall tomorrow and command that you endure ten strikes of an ice whip. Most barely get through five.”

Oh my god, she really is EVIL DUDE. I've never seen this kind of evil in a holly black book. Now I'm scared.

Oak looks directly into her eyes. “Why are you keeping me at all, Wren? Am I a hostage to be ransomed? A lover to be punished? A possession to be locked away?”

“That,” she says, bitterness in her voice, “is what I am trying to figure out myself.” She turns to the guards. “Take him back to his cell.”

OH IM VERY EXCITED TO SEE WHAT SHE'S PLANNING. Remember that Jude and Cardan are on their way to save Oak, if anything I believe Wren is somehow going to use Oak against elfhame. Maybe she’ll order him to hurt jude or cardan. THIS BOOK IS GOING TO END ME AGH I NEED IT NOWWW.

“Good night, Prince of Elfhame,” Wren says as he is led from the room. He manages a single glance back. Her gaze locks with his, and he can feel the frisson of something between them. Something that might well be terrible, but that he wants more of all the same.

I'm very curious to know how Oak is going to handle this mess. Like he's absolutely F*CKED. He's so down bad for Wren that he would do anything to stay by her side and protect her, YET he also wants to protect his family members who are on their way to save him and to kill wren. He cannot save BOTHHHH, meaning he will probably have to choose sides. Holly Black why are you torturing us!!!

MARCH 5TH HURYYY UPPP!

49 more days till this book comes out. stay strong.

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cantstoplovingjude · 3 months

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Underneath the Black Veil: Jude Jazza Ch.2

This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.

The followers escorted us to the room where we would stay.

Kate: "What in the world was that all about?!"

I hissed quietly to Jude so the others couldn't hear me.

Jude: "What? Dontcha think this is the best way?"

Jude: "Ya should be down on your knees thankin' me that we don't gotta do more!"

Kate: "Well, that is true... All right, thank you."

Jude: "Welcome. Now do your best to be a masochistic lil pervert. I know ya got it in ya."

(Well, I'm glad ONE of us seems to be enjoying this.)

Jude laughed when I reluctantly thanked him, then turned his cold gaze out the window.

Jude: "All this hogwash 'bout love 'n vows is creepin' me out. Just wanna get this damn mission over 'n done with."

I followed his gaze and saw a sunny courtyard out the window.

There were several couples out there, smiling adoringly at each other.

(They look so happy...)

Kate: "They've all come here because they want to find a love that can last forever."

Kate: "If he really did kill innocent people like that, I can't forgive him."

Jude: "Hah. Listen to that sense of integrity."

Jude: "Can't believe ya actually feel sorry for people who think someone else has the power to make their love eternal."

Kate: "I'm sure lots of people don't actually believe that their love will last forever just because they exchange vows and have a ceremony in a church."

Kate: "But what's important is that they tell each other they intend to keep those vows."

Kate: "And when they think they might break their vows, they'll remember that day when they swore to each other."

Kate: "And maybe that'll keep them going to try to find a solution."

Jude: "Tch. What a load of naive rubbish."

Jude: "People who break vows'll break 'em, and those who can keep 'em will keep 'em till the day they die."

Jude: "That's just how it is."

Just then, someone knocked on our door and two followers appeared.

Follower: "We're going to show you around the facility. Come on."

I followed Jude out into the hallway, when suddenly-

Kate: "Whoa!"

My foot caught on something, and I took a nasty fall.

Kate: "Oww..."

(It almost felt like something tripped me...)

I turned around and saw all the followers looking on in surprise.

Jude: "Damn, ya even like lickin' the ground? Nasty lil bird."

Kate: "That's..."

Follower: "Your fiancée tripped and you didn't even attempt to catch her, nor do you seem worried about her injury?"

Follower: "You must not love her at all."

Jude: "Like I said, she gets off on pain. Right?"

(He is a real piece of work...)

Jude: "Aw, look at that grumpy face. Lemme get a better look at it."

(Isn't it a bit unfair that he's the only one who doesn't have to act?)

I shot him a glare, which only made him grin more, so I just gave up and stood up.

(I wonder what my foot caught on, anyway? Wait a minute...)

(Did one of the followers trip me to make me fall on purpose?)

I slowly looked over at Jude.

Jude: "...Hm."

His amethyst eyes were coldly staring at a follower behind me.

And I just knew he was thinking the same thing.

(If they'll do something like this to test our love...)

(I'm sure they won't stop.)

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Kate: "Eeeek!"

And my prediction was correct.

The followers left and the two of us were eating alone.

However, the waiter's hands "slipped" and he ended up pouring water all over my head.

Waiter: "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Kate. Here's a towel."

Kate: "...Thank you."

(Ugh, my blouse is sticking to me. What a gross feeling.)

Jude: "Lookin' good over there."

Jude, who loved to "exploit me", was in high spirits.

(This cult and Jude are both the worst...)

I glared at him with pointed malice. But then-

Jude: "..."

Another waiter who was serving Jude stumbled.

And this time, he spilled the water on Jude.

(Uh-oh...)

Jude: "Hah..."

We both fell completely silent. The only sounds were that of the glass rolling on the floor and the water dripping from Jude's hair.

(That guy's got a lot of guts, spilling water on someone like Jude...)

Waiter: "O-oh, no! I'm terribly sorry!"

I held my breath to see if Jude was going to get angry from this forced apology.

However, he surprised me when he just smiled arrogantly.

Jude: "Not a problem. Ya didn't do it on purpose, didja?"

Jude: "Everyone makes mistakes."

Waiter: "Th-thank you...?"

The waiter was taken aback by Jude's eerie calmness and took a step backwards.

Jude: "What's your name?"

Waiter: "Pardon?"

Jude: "Your name. Don't wanna tell me? Eh, guess that's fine."

Jude:" Next time we meet, my hands might slip too. So you'll hafta forgive me then."

Waiter: "Eeeek! I'm so s-sorry!"

The waiter shrieked and apology and rushed out of the room.

(Poor thing.)

I clasped my hands in front of me and said a silent prayer for him.

(Anyway...)

Kate: "How are we supposed to prove our love like this?"

Both of us were soaking wet now. Jude looked at me and snorted.

Jude: "They're probably hopin' somethin' sexy happens."

Kate: "What?!"

I stared at him in disbelief.

Jude: "They wanna talk 'bout true love 'n all that rubbish, but in the end they got no choice but to see physical proof. Nasty lot."

The sight of Jude raking a hand through his dripping wet hair made my heart skip a beat for a moment.

(Wow, he looks... Wait-- what am I even thinking??)

Jude: "Hah. Damn, doesn't take much to get ya in the mood, does it?"

Kate: "N-no! It's because you brought it up...!"

My eyes darted around, because it was true that my heart was racing.

I quickly turned away, but he leaned in closer.

Jude: "I need ya to throw a fit 'cuz you're just so... damn...frustrated. Ya get what I mean, yeah?"

His breath tickled my ear, making my shoulders tremble.

He was so close that droplets dripped off his hair and soaked further into my wet shirt.

Jude: "...Ya really are the type who gets turned on by bein' bullied, aren't ya?"

Kate: "I am not!"

Jude: "Oh yeah? Then why're ya blushin' so much?"

He blew teasingly into my ear.

Shame, confusion, and some other hot feeling ran through me, sending shivers down my spine.

Jude: "Heh. Seems like ya got potential, princess."

Follower: "...Ahem!"

Kate: "O-ohh!"

I heard someone deliberately clearing their throat, and I realized some followers were standing in the doorway.

Follower: "Excuse me, but we'll be moving onto the final test now."

Kate: "Huh?"

Jude: "It's 'bout time."

(Does that mean we passed the preliminary test...?)

(... Is this what Jude was aiming tor the whole time?)

I glanced over at him and saw a cocky grin on his face.

Jude: "Now that was worth it, since I got to see that nasty lil look on your face."

Kate: "I-It was nothing of the sort!"

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Follower: "The final test is choosing the wedding dress."

(Wow...)

There were wedding dresses of all types and colors hanging up.

(They're all gorgeous...)

But what particularly caught my eye was a jet-black wedding dress.

It really stood out compared to the pure white dresses.

(And if Jude is the groom, I think black is the most fitting color.)

I imagined wearing that dress standing next to Jude at the altar, and once again felt my heart pounding.

(Wh-what, why...?)

My heart was racing so wildly it surprised me.

(Maybe I'm just getting nervous. After all, the wedding ceremony will be dangerous. That's it, I'm sure.)

Even though it wasn't a real wedding, I could vividly imagine getting married to Jude.

Just thinking about it, my pulse raced and another flush spread through my body.

Follower: "The bride should take the number of the dress she likes. Do not show it to anyone."

Kate: "All right."

I took the number thirteen from the basket.

Follower: "Now, it's the groom's turn to guess which dress the bride chose."

(Oh, now I see how this is a test.)

Follower: "You may not look at the card or send any signals to each other."

Follower: "If you truly are in love, the groom should know what his bride wants."

(Oh, no...)

A cold sweat ran down my spine.

(There's no way Jude will be able to know this!)

Jude: "This one."

(...Wow.)

He pointed to the jet-black dress without hesitation.

Follower: "Bride, please reveal your card."

I turned over the card that had the number thirteen written on it.

Kate: "How did you know..."

Jude :"Ya know, power of love 'n all that."

His smile was dripping with sarcasm.

(He must've seen me staring at it or read my facial expressions or something.)

I tried to reason with myself before I got any strange ideas in my head.

Jude: "So? Did we pass or what?"

Follower: "You have passed. You will take a vow of eternal love in front of the leader."

Follower: "Would you like to have the ceremony tomorrow, or..."

Jude: "Tonight."

Jude: "That's fine, right? Tonight."

Jude: "She won't be able to hold out till the morning."

End ch.2

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1d1195 · 1 year

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Therapy Extra VI

You can read the rest here: Therapy

I hope you enjoy :) ~2.2k words

Warnings: smut 18+ only please. Angst if you read it the right way.

There were so many things on her mind that she was truly struggling to pay attention to the most important thing in the world at that moment. It wasn’t fair. Not one bit. It was Harry for God’s sake. How could she even think about being distracted?

Harry was perfectly melting into her with every gentle thrust. She could feel every perfect inch of him; even where he wasn’t. Everywhere he touched her felt like it was a caress to every cell of her body. It felt so utterly good as it always did.

Sadly, it was just not what she wanted right then.

For a few moments she tried to realign her mind with what her body wanted—with what Harry’s body wanted.

Harry’s frame covered her as his lips attached to the soft skin below her ear.

“Harry?” She whispered quietly. It came out breathy. Like it sometimes did when they had sex or when she was close to falling apart around him that he didn’t sense the difference in her tone. The shyness that she felt.

“Yeah, kitten,” he moaned answering just as breathily. “S’good. Yeah?” He choked out trying to keep himself from finishing for longer. The most challenging part of having sex with her was making himself last longer than he thought he could go. He spent a lot of time on foreplay to make sure she was ready and in doing so, he got all worked up to the point that he thought he would explode the second the tip of his cock entered her pretty, tight pussy. “So good,” his voice ached with longing even though he was literally inside of her. It made her feel worse and she buried her face in his neck kissing his damp skin from the exertion of fucking into her the way he was.

Nothing hurt, she wasn’t uncomfortable. She could have...

But Harry would have been so upset if she continued when she didn’t want to.

Harry sounded so fucked out, grunting hotly into her skin as he slid himself in and out of her at his delicious pace. She had already finished around his fingers (his new favorite way) and so it made her feel even more guilty that he wouldn’t finish.

“Can we…stop for a few minutes, baby?” She mumbled.

Instantly, Harry paused his movements. He grabbed the base of his cock holding the condom in place as he slid out from her. He dropped to the side of her, allowing her hips to get the reprieve she needed, pressing her thighs together. Harry then turned, hovered his upper half back over her, and gazed so adoringly into her eyes she felt herself melting. She tucked her lip between her teeth and tried to look away from him. Instead, he pressed one finger to her opposite cheek and brought her gaze back to his. “S’matter, kitten? Everything feel okay?” He asked.

She nodded then shook her head. Unsure how to answer what she was feeling because she didn’t fully know how she was feeling. “Yeah, no... I’m fine,” she nodded quickly.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly.

God. Harry was going to be the death of her, surely. She was going to lose her mind. Harry was so perfect in every way it was...so much. Her heart felt so heavy in her chest. She shook her head. “No, of course not,” she whispered.

Harry breathed out in relief. “I know you’re nervous, kitten. But... I really need you t’try and tell me what’s wrong. If something happened or if I didn’t—”

She felt so bad. Add in that Harry hadn’t finished either was...utterly unfair. “No...I just,” she pressed the heel of her palms to her eyes. “M’just a little overwhelmed right now. I just need a minute and then we can keep going,” she promised. Harry pulled her hands away and kissed her knuckles.

“Love,” he cooed. “We’re not going to—”

“But you have to come, Harry. S’not fair if I did and you—”

“Kitten,” he said firmly. “S’not ‘bout being fair; if y’want t’stop, then we’ll stop.”

But she didn’t want to stop. She wanted Harry to come and fuck her brains out until she stopped being overwhelmed. “But you didn’t—”

“Angel,” he said kissing her forehead. “Stop,” he whispered softly looking deep into her eyes it overwhelmed her in a new way. She sighed feeling utterly miserable for ruining such a nice time. Because really it was. It had nothing to do with Harry.

“I just need a few minute—”

“Kitten, I want t’stop,” he looked at her with a small smile. She felt the words die on her lips and Harry kissed her forehead again. “S’that okay? If I want t’stop?”

She knew Harry was modeling some technique that he learned at sex therapy school. She knew full well that it wasn’t called that either, but she was immediately grumpy that he was better at everything about this—communication, knowing what her body needed, and just not caring at all about how little she really knew by comparison. A way to demonstrate what she needed to do if she felt like this. It was so stupid he had to do it.

Of course, it worked too. She thought Harry probably knew that if he suggested stopping, she would have no choice but to eagerly agree. “Yeah,” she murmured. He nodded, pulling the condom off and throwing it into the little waste basket she had by her nightstand. He grabbed the corner of the duvet and pulled it toward them to cocoon themselves for a bit more warmth than their naked bodies allowed.

“S’it okay if I hold you, m’love?” He asked.

“Of course, it is, you don’t have to ask me, Har—”

“D’you want t’be held right now, kitten?” He interrupted gently. “Y’said you were overwhelmed. I don’t want t’overwhelm you more.”

Her heart hurt to think he was nervous about asking to hold her. “Yes, I want to be held,” she said firmly.

Harry was quick to snuggle her up in his embrace. He turned on his side, spooning her naked body. She could feel he was still hard, pressed against her. “You’re still hard, Harry,” she whispered.

“Kitten, stop,” he murmured kissing the back of her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“But I finished and—”

“Good, kitten,” he interrupted. “S’okay,” he shook his head. “I don’t need to.”

She felt her eyes well with tears. “Harry,” her voice cracked with emotion.

“God, kitten,” he whispered softly. “Tell me what’s s’matter. You’re killing me,” he frowned squeezing her tightly, tucking her below his chin and rubbing his thumb against her hip as he clutched her to him. “S’okay, love,” he hummed soothingly. “We’re okay,” he promised.

“M’really overwhelmed,” she whispered.

“Y’mentioned that, m’love.”

Harry waited patiently while she gathered her thoughts. She knew this was killing him. “I just didn’t feel like it anymore,” she admitted. She sounded so broken.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Is it something I did?” He wondered.

She shook her head. “No... honestly it felt so good. But I couldn’t...turn my mind off. My body wasn’t listening to the part of my brain that wanted to keep going.”

“Kitten,” he tisked. “Y’don’t want t’force it.”

“But—”

“Love, absolutely not,” he said firmly, shaking his head and kissing the back of her head. “Jus’ relax, kitten. S’perfectly normal.”

She hated that he knew way more about how she was feeling than he did. “It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to—we could keep going—”

“Love, I told you: I want t’stop for now, alright?”

She nodded silently; it was obvious she felt guilty that she made Harry stop. Especially when he was still hard and when he was moaning about how good it felt right before she wanted to break. “You don’t even want me to suck you off?” She pouted.

He chuckled. “Not now, m’love.”

So, they laid silently for a few moments while Harry rubbed her arm and pressed gentle kisses to the back of her head. He hummed soothingly every so often like he was trying to ease her mind with just his lips against her scalp.

She believed he could do it.

After some deep breathing and silent reflection, she did her best to rotate so she was facing Harry. “I have a lot on my plate right now,” she looked at his collarbones as she spoke. “I feel like my mind wasn’t present,” she explained.

He nodded encouragingly. “Sure, kitten,” he murmured. “S’okay,” he assured her. She frowned.

“I didn’t want to stop,” she told him. “Not because of you. I wanted you to finish. It felt really good. It was nothing you did.”

“That’s fine, m’love,” he kissed her forehead and then curled her toward him, fitting her below his chin once more. He closed his eyes.

“But you’re—”

“Kitten. You’re naked and warm next t’me. M’only mortal. Jus’...don’t worry ‘bout me. M’fine,” he promised. She was quiet again and snuggled against his chest. She loved him so much. Sighing deeply, she nodded.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Harry brought a hand to her face and brought his hand to the side of her face. His thumb skimmed along her cheek. It felt like heaven. “I love you,” he murmured to the top of her head and pressed a kiss at her hairline.

“I love you,” she whispered back. “Thank you.”

He tisked again. “S’no reason t’thank me, m’love. Y’can always tell me t’stop,” he promised.

It wasn’t the time, but it was probably the basis for a lot of her anxiety. She didn’t speak but the silence spoke volumes to Harry who was so attuned to her every thought he knew before she needed to tell him. “Kitten, y’know that right?” He murmured. She stayed silent but her toes wiggled uncomfortably against the blanket. “Angel, did you...continue t’have sex when y’didn’t want to in your old relationships?” He wondered.

She nodded. “But it wasn’t a bad thing—just...sometimes I wanted to be done because I was tired and had other things to do and I knew I wasn’t going to finish so it just seemed like...”

“Kitten,” he ignored all her words, and he cupped her cheeks in both hands. “If y’ever want t’stop, you have t’ say stop,” his green eyes looked through her as he spoke. “Always,” he whispered. “Promise me,” his tone was so serious and so deep.

She nodded. “Okay.”

“No, m’love. Promise me.”

She felt like her tongue didn’t fit in her mouth. “I promise,” she murmured to him.

He pulled her closer and rubbed her back. “M’sorry, angel,” he whispered. “So sorry.”

It was more silence as she thought over past relationships of having sex even when she didn’t really want to. She couldn’t imagine Harry ever letting her do that and now she has promised she wouldn’t. Harry pressed his lips to her temple. It didn’t feel like a bad thing at the time. She wasn’t explaining it right. “I don’t think I said it right, Harry. It wasn’t anything bad, it just…felt like a chore.”

He shook his head. “Kitten, it is not a chore so it shouldn’t feel like one. Ever.”

The finality in his tone weakened her. “Okay.” Harry was clearly battling something in his head while he held her. She could practically hear the way his neurons were firing. “Are you mad at me?” She whispered to his throat.

He sighed and shook his head. “No, of course not, kitten.”

“You sound mad,” she mumbled.

“Love,” he pushed her away so he could gaze into her eyes fully. “This is very serious; I’m very upset with your past relationships. They should have known. I should have known you weren’t feeling it right now.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. It was exactly why she was afraid to tell Harry. “It’s not your—“

“Have y’ever felt like it was a chore for me?” He asked quickly.

“No! Of course not, Harry.”

“Kitten. M’serious.”

Her heart felt so heavy. “No,” she shook her head. “I love having sex with you. It feels so good. It’s not a chore. My mind just wasn’t…into it. I’m sorry.”

“Kitten, I swear t’God. Stop apologizing for how y’feel.”

She stayed quiet. Eventually, he sighed. Like this was the hardest thing he had ever done. Maybe it was. She was sure that he probably never had to use his professional skills on a past relationship. “I’m sorry, kitten. I jus’ hate the idea that I... hurt you or made y’uncomfortable,” his voice was softer, gentler.

“I know, and that’s what I didn’t want. I promise you never make me feel uncomfortable. I always feel so safe and... loved with you.”

He kissed the side of her head. “Good,” he murmured. “I love you, so much, kitten.”

“I love you, too,” he could hear the promise in her voice, and he was grateful.

“Scared me half t’death,” he mumbled into her skin. “Thought I hurt you.”

“If I’m gonna be the death of you, I better live up to it, yeah?” She smirked into his skin. He chuckled, she felt it vibrate in his chest and she sighed into his embrace. Between never having a proper orgasm and just Harry’s overall ability to make her feel safe in any situation...sometimes she believed Harry wasn’t really there beside her. That he was a really good dream of all the things that she wished for in a man. But when he laughed, that’s when she felt whole. When everything made sense and she knew Harry was one hundred percent real.

“You’ll definitely be the death of me, kitten.”

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whydidtheyhavetogo · 10 months

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Rengoku x GN Reader

First time posting on Tumblr, I have not written a fanfic in a hot minute, so I hope this suffices! Thank you for reading, now enjoy healing while Rengoku gets taken care of!

Warnings: Mentions of cuts, bruises, and general pain. A bit of Angst and fluff

Rengoku is recovering from his wounds and his friend is stern in making sure that he lays still and rests in bed. Rengoku can’t help but feel a warmth in him as they takes care of him. In the end the two show their feelings to one another.

Kyojuro flinched at the sting of cuts along his arms and face, he wasn’t sure how he got here. The last thing he remembered was the Upper Three Demon almost annihilating him and his newly made friends. He was lucky that Tanjiro had thrown the demon off with his sword, otherwise his fist would have gone through his stomach. He remembers the fear the demon’s eyes filled with as Tanjiro screamed at him, chasing him off. He wasn’t sure how the young Demon Slayer did it, but he did nonetheless, and he couldn’t thank him enough.

Now he had another problem, the person that he had grown to love and appreciate now standing at his side practically fuming from his “stupidity” as they so adoringly put it. They pat his cuts with medicine as they mutter profuse words under their breath. He groans as they gently touch the cut on his eyelid. They stop in their movements, “Kyo…” They mutter, a sad look overtaking their features, their eyes glossing over. Kyojuro hated seeing them so sad, it damn near broke his heart. He smiled softly and cupped their hand that hovered over his eye, “It is alright Y/n, you did not hurt me!”

Doubt swirled in his friend’s eyes, he didn’t need to be too perceptive with that, they were already an open book to him, even when others couldn’t see it, he did. He remembers when they had come to the Master, bleeding and broken. He remembered every cut and bruise and in that moment when he first gazed upon them, he felt a new flame spark within. One that when sparked, burned brightly.

He remembered watching Shinobu and the Kakushi taking the battered individual to the Butterfly Mansion after the Master deemed it necessary, their wounds deep and extensive. He would sneak over to the Butterfly Mansion, and watch whenever he could. He was curious about the newcomer, and would keep company with the stranger who slept long in bed and to Aoi while she patched them up. Days passed into weeks, and the other Hashira started to notice his interest, of course none of them saying a word. Tengen was the only one who had actually brought it up to him.

Tengen would come by every so often, catching Rengoku sitting by the stranger. He would smirk and make teasing comments like, “Ah, looks like someone’s caught your eye, huh?” or "You know it's bad to stare at strangers..."

Finally one afternoon, Tengen dropped by and leaned against the door, “Damn, you’re still here? I thought this was a joke at first…”

To which he finally replied, “I am still here because I want them to feel safe when they awaken.”

“I mean, I get why, but… why?” Tengen asked, clearly confused about his intentions with someone they didn't know.

“Miss Amane had found them bloodied on their doorstep, they had passed out before they could tell her what had happened. Maybe… If they feel safe when they awaken, then we can find out what happened to them. It is our duty to protect the innocent. If there is a way I can protect them, I will make sure of it.”

Tengen nodded slowly, “You know, you’re an admirable man, Kyojuro…” He gave Kyojuro a hearty pat on the back before leaving him to watch over the injured stranger.

He recalled the day that they had awoken from their deep sleep. The way their eyes fluttered open and looked around curiously. The sun beaming down on them. They looked so warm. He smiled as their eyes landed on him, widening just slightly. He could hear their breath catch in their throat for a moment.

“Do not be afraid! You are safe within the walls of the Butterfly Mansion!” He spoke softly as to not startle them too much, “My name is Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira and member of the Demon Slayer Core!”

There was a silence that wafted over them, the stranger continuing to stare at him, not that he minded. Or course they would watch him closely, who wouldn't be weary of some random man watching over you after being beaten within an inch of your life!

“Y/n…L/n Y/n….” They croaked smacking their dry lips.

“Kyo?” He heard their voice call out sweetly, bringing him back to reality, where now he sat in the bed while Y/n watched over them. Kyojuro’s gaze drifted up to meet theirs. He smiled, their look of concern melting his heart, “Ah, I’m so sorry Y/n! Were you saying something?”

They sighed, their brows furrowing, “I worry about you sometimes…”

Kyojuro smiled brightly, “I appreciate your concern for me little flame, you’re as sweet as ever!”

He watched as their cheeks flushed, what a beautiful sight it was to see, “Well, duh! Now, as I was saying, I want you staying here-”

“Y/n…” He groaned.

“In bed-”

“But-”

Y/n rested their finger on his lips, shushing him.

“No, none of that! You need your rest, or you’ll never get better!” Y/n sternly spoke, frowning gently at Rengoku. He didn’t bother arguing further, he had learned better than to do that with them. Instead, he sighed, giving in to them. They smiled, satisfied, “Thank you…” They took their finger away and turned to the table next to him, grabbing what he would assume is medicine or bandages.

His mind traveled back to after they had woken up, he remembers staying by their side as much as possible, talking with them about anything and everything. He helped with what knowledge he had to take care of them alongside the vast knowledge Aoi had. She never made him leave, and in fact she encouraged him being there when he was able to, saying that whenever he would leave their eyes would become dull and distant, and the moment he would walk through the doors they would light up like a firework, practically jumping out of bed to rush to his side.

“Rengoku!” He gasped looking up at Y/n, “Ah! Are you okay?!”

They shook their head, “I’m more concerned if you’re okay! You keep spacing out…”

He gave them another gentle smile, “Dear Y/n, you need not worry for me-”

“Yes I do, Kyo! You’re my best friend… If… If Kamado and the others weren’t there… If… If you had died…” He watched as they sobbed quietly, neither of them saying a word. He knew quite well that he could have died that day, he could have never seen his family again, he might have never had the chance to tell Y/n how he feels. He raised his hand, grasping Y/n’s soft one’s with his calloused fingers, “I don’t mean to worry you…” He muttered.

“Kyo, I’m always worried about you. Every time you leave for a mission, anytime that I know you’ll be in danger, I worry for you…” They murmur, wiping their tears.

After they had gotten better, they had asked Aoi to teach them the way of healing. Aoi had told Rengoku that when asked why, they said he inspired them to want to take care of others, the way Rengoku and Aoi did. Since then, they learned pretty quickly. Now here they were, tending to Rengoku, and while it wasn’t the first time, he could tell they were scared that it could be the last.

“Y/n…” He whispered, “I cannot bear to see you so distraught…” His eyes traveled to the empty beds that the three boys had laid in the night before, things were starting to change, he felt it on the train, he felt it with the Upper Moon Demon. It was time for something different.

“Y/n, I have decided on something,” He looked back up at Y/n, “I am going to continue to help the demon slayer core, while I have enjoyed my work, helping others, I have decided I will retire!” He heard them gasp, shock overtaking them, “Don’t worry! This is purely for my safety and for your sanity as well. In turn I have a perfect candidate in mind for the next flame Hashira! I will teach and train the next generation, that way I can still help others!"

“You…. don’t have to do this Kyo… This has always been your dream!”

“But I have a new dream now!” He watched as they looked at him confused. He pulled them closer, wrapping an arm around them as they jolted forward, falling onto him. They yelped out, “Rengoku! Your wounds!” He caressed their cheek, not caring of the pain. With them he felt no pain, there was no such thing. Only bliss.

“You’re my new dream, Y/n… I have grown to care immensely for you. I want a life with you, safe and sound. I want you to be happy, I want you to feel good for the rest of our lives... I want to live on with you..." He gazed down at them softly, “If you’ll have me…”

Moments pass by, time seems to slow. Their face becomes more and more red, a painting in his eyes. He could watch that happen over and over again, forever. Finally they whisper a faint, “Yes…”

For the first time in a very long time, he felt the missing pieces within himself melding together, pieces he neglected since his mother's passing, healing between the cracks. He felt the flame within him burn brightly, and he couldn’t help but let out a relieved chuckle, “May I kiss you?” He breathed out. With a small nod, he did as he intended and gave them a warm kiss, as a promise to them and himself, that he won't let anything stand in the way of the two of them ever again.

#rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #kny rengoku #he lives in my brain #no death #because dammit he deserves better #demon slayer #fanfic #gender neutral reader #fluff #light angst #rengoku x gn reade

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airyairyaucontraire · 2 years

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Thoughts on The Mandalorian S303, "The Convert"

I forgot this was on last night and I hear it kind of sucks but I'm hoping it will at least not suck quite as bad as episode 3 of The Book of Boba Fett, which made me spit fire. (Am I still angry about it? Yes! At least, I am angry in a banked-fire way, ready to flare up again when given oxygen. It just made me furious that they would make such a wonderful episode depicting the Tuskens as fully-rounded people with a worthwhile, interesting culture and making a statement against colonialism, and then fridge them all. As if Boba didn't have a tragic fucking backstory already, HAVE YOU SEEN IT, IT'S CALLED ATTACK OF THE CLONES)

Anyway I gather it's time for the adventures of Din and Bo-Katan (hereinafter BK [Burger King Kryze]), but mostly not, as for some godforsaken reason a big part of this episode is given over to Dr Pershing, that wormy-looking guy with the big glasses (when have you ever seen someone in Star Wars who wears glasses? he's such an anomaly) who wanted to do mad science with Grogu's blood. Like he wasn't even a mad scientist with flair. Give me the fucking Herbert West of the Star Wars universe or stop wasting my time. I can't really imagine that this is going to feel like it was worth the budget. On we go, though.

Previously on The Mandalorian, there was Werner Herzog. There were mines. BK read a plaque and Din got dunked. BK had to haul his soggy ass out because he can't do anything without getting drowned or maimed.

I like how BK is just sitting there like "much to ponder" while Din gradually revives from DROWNING

how is that little stoup of water going to prove anything? Does it have a special flavour the Armourer is supposed to recognise, like Paeroa water? Mmm. Lemon and Paeroa.

okay, so he didn't see shit, only she knows there's a Mythosaur

Grogu trying to say "This is the Way" like the grown-ups is precious and I want him to do it again.

see the people making this show don't understand that we're in it for the infant developmental milestones

we don't give a shit about TIE interceptors

I am happy to see Din continuing his trandition of never sticking a landing unless Timothy Olyphant is there to see it and gaze at him adoringly

So Kalevala is another of those planets that basically looks like Craggy Island

R5 would like to go back to Tatooine please

I did enjoy the way Din swipped his head over to one side when BK told him "Go right," it reminded me of how I move my head in the car when a part of a song that I like is going to go off.

No! They're blowing up... BK's moping castle.

oh he's started calling her Bo now? seems a bit familiar but w/e

okay it's a big fancy city, I suppose Coruscant or some shit, and now it's the Dr Pershing show, giving a "I was just following orders" speech.

I still can't get over him wearing glasses.

what a wormy-looking little guy.

c'mon I don't want to talk about cloning if I don't get to see clones. Where is Rex? Give us Rex! Give us Temuera Morrison as multiple old-fart clones Tatiana Maslany-style!

Why are people still wearing the fascist-style uniforms, by the way?

and why are people being given serial numbers in place of their names? Are we being told the New Republic is dehumanising?

a mind flayer?

is it just a deep cynicism thing that they are making the New Republic look so awful and hollow and oppressive? As if leaders like Leia Organa and Mon Mothma really didn't have anything better to offer? Because if so I am fucking offended on their behalf

okay, so someone gave you Imperial cookies, again, why do we care? What reason do we really have to be interested in what happens to Dr Pershing? Is this supposed to connect up to something? But you know what? This The Mandalorian. It's not supposed to connect up. It's supposed to be about the leftover, out-of-the-way places and people to whom the changes of regime really didn't mean much - not because they didn't matter at all but because of the sheer distances involved. And Dr Pershing isn't someone who we genuinely know to have been morally conflicted about working for the Empire, like Galen Erso. He's just a wormy guy who tried to hurt Grogu!

"The ethics of cloning are complicated" - I was draining blood out of magic babies

I can't believe they are wasting an entire episode of precious time during which we could be having infant developmental milestones on this drip

I mean the actor is doing his best, but he doesn't have any special charisma. He was convincingly cast in the first place as a wormy little dweeb.

If his research is as important as he says for what? For cloning organs for life-saving transplants, the way he talked about with his mother? Or for draining magic babies' blood to try to make clone soldiers with Force talent?

WHY DO WE HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME ON THIS GUY

I CAME TO SEE A SHOW CALLED THE MANDALORIAN

ABOUT A MANDALORIAN

this is not a bold story-telling experiment this is boring

ugggghhhhhhhhhhhh

boooooooooooooooooooooo

if anyone had a right to hijack an episode of this show for himself it was Boba Fett, not this loser

I would rather just see 57 minutes or whatever of Boba Fett pottering around, doing maintenance on his armour and weapons, training his baby rancor, having a bit of lunch with Fennec and Cobb, taking an after-lunch nap, sitting down to try and bash out another chapter of that book he's been meaning to write...

this episode is so fucking long! It's not over yet and I think it's already longer than the season premiere!

hey so I'm not sure I've conveyed how little of a crap I give about Dr Pershing and this not-really-reformed space fascist gal

yeah you geniuses, trains do generally have an end

is all this fucking worth it to steal lab equipment

see this episode hasn't convinced me at all that what these two are trying to do is worthwile, or that they have a compelling reason (like fanaticism, even) for believing that it is. They keep saying it'll help the New Republic. How? With what?

oh GOD I don't CARE

you lost me, congratulations, you lost me

I have bought Lego sets of this show and you have lost me

there still isn't an official Cobb Vanth minifig, by the way, I've got a Peli Motto but no Cobb Vanth!

this is so bad

this is so weak

this is so boring

Anakin Skywalker didn't ruin his life and kill his wife and massacre Jedi kindergarteners so you could droop around being this fucking boring!

OH BIG FUCKING DEAL YOU BOTH HAVE NAMES

WE'VE ALL GOT NAMES

SOME OF US HAVE GOT CRAPPY NAMES LIKE GROGU

OR ELAN SLEAZEBAGGANO

OR SIO BIBBLE

I wonder how Elan Sleazebaggano's doing after going home and rethinking his life

GIVE US A WHOLE FUCKING EPISODE ABOUT ELAN SLEAZEBAGGANO WHY DON'T YOU

about his struggle to reform from dealing death sticks and make something of himself, trying to turn his life around right on the eve of a war that would change everything

so... she was playing him all the time? for what? what was the point of all the resources deployed here? just to test the loyalty of a totally unimportant cog in the machine?

I mean, why are they doing this whole fucking 1984/One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest shit? Do they think it's deep to be like "What if the New Republic... was actually Bad???"

he keeps saying he was just trying to help but help with what? What specific problem does the New Republic have that he hoped to be able to solve? No one ever articulated with what!!! it's all meaningless!!!

oh the callously bitten biscuit of villainy

what the FUCK did all of that MATTER

FUCKING FINALLY A MANDALORIAN

hi Paz you big fucking side of beef boy am I glad to see you and I don't even particularly like ya

get over here let us smack that ass

I'm sorry

"I have been to the Mines of Mandalore. We all thought it was going to be an arduous season-long quest but it was actually simple pimple. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Really very anticlimactic."

remember when we thought IG-11 was coming back

I have a tube of WATER that could presumably have come from ANY PLANET WITH WATER but okay I guess it's proof

does it have some unique mineral profile? NOT THAT THEY WOULD EXPLAIN SOMETHING I'M INTERESTED IN

well BK you never actually wanted to be part of this and I don't think it matters at all to you but now you are I guess?

WOW THAT WAS A BAD EPISODE

THAT WAS VERY BAD

UTTERLY POINTLESS

NOT ACTIVELY GENOCIDAL LIKE EPISODE 3 OF TBOBF BUT STILL PRETTY FUCKING IRKSOME

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian s3 #the mandalorian spoilers

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erabundus · 1 year

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@momijiba &&. said... he kisses the promise ring on ren's hand.. showing dedication and that kazuha is forever to be his.

kazuha may be preoccupied with the ring, but ren's attention lies elsewhere. never once does his gaze drift from the human's face — though in contrast to his usual propensity to STARE, the way he looks at him is with undisguised fondness. a confession of adoration, conveyed without the need of ( clumsy ) words. he could speak it a thousand times and still fall short of expressing his gratitude; the ronin's mere presence in his life alone is a gift beyond compare. a smile plays upon his lips — one that only seems to grow when kazuha kisses his hand. ❝ how formal of you. ❞ the wanderer jokes. ❝ careful now. people might start to think you're trying to COURT me. ❞ his choice of wording is specific; court — an archaic, almost frumpy term. perhaps the sort of thing one would expect from a being that's existed in this world for over four centuries — but he's always found such rigid terminology a bit LAUGHABLE.

his hand twists, seeking to intertwine their fingers. at the same time, the wanderer's other arm moves to curl around his waist. like this, they look almost to be entangled in a WALTZ of some sort. perhaps one day he'll be able to drag the human into a dance in earnest — beyond these brief bouts of toying lazily at it. it's been lifetimes since he last dabbled in anything of the sort; losing himself in something so innocent as the sway of one's own body. he's thought about it more and more recently and he suspects kazuha is entirely to blame.

a little spin, and then he's dipping him — bodies pressed tight in an elegant curve. holding such a position for an extended length of time, partner cradled so precariously in one arm, would no doubt be quite tiring for most humans — yet ren has the benefit of being nothing of the sort. kazuha barely feels like anything. ❝ you're thinking about the ring again ... did you know i haven't taken it off once? ❞ he presses lips to the ronin's neck. again. again. again. there's no real lustful intent behind it. no sense of urgency. it's just affection, lazy and simple — and there's something a bit captivating about that. something addicting. he thoroughly enjoys the idea of being able to do this whenever he likes, and though it isn't a NEW THING by any means, that doesn't make it any less enthralling. he suddenly understands why cats are wont to rub their faces against their favorite humans as a display of implicit love. ❝ i'm yours. ❞ the wanderer murmurs against his pulse. ❝ until the end of eternity itself ... i'm yours. ❞

and what an exciting thing it is, to be wanted. not as a weapon, not as an object to be used ... but for himself. flawed, oftentimes unpalatable creature that he is.

he pulls the ronin up — if only because he can imagine such a position might become uncomfortable for him, as well. fingers brush against one cheek — slowly, gently as if he's appreciating a fine work of art. kazuha may as well be, for as adoringly as he looks at him. ❝ would you like me to refresh the marks on your shoulder? ❞ the wanderer asks INNOCENTLY. ( even as his eyes seem to glimmer faintly with so much unspoken mischief. ) ❝ i'd hate to see them fade ... unless you'd prefer i do something to the OTHER side, instead ... ❞ he carefully tucks a lock of pale hair behind the human's ear and smiles.

#momijiba #( here is your kazuren serotonin delivery 😇)#( he loves him so much.... 🥺)

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queenclaudiabrown · 2 years

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The Scarecrow | Chapter Three: Vanishing Acts

Dawn painted the sky and the fields and the house in a plethora of warm and vibrant colors and tones, washing over those that slept on the east side of the house through their windows and the worn-thin curtains.

Natalie slept in the fetal position on her left side, both arms wrapped around her legs with her knees almost touching her chin. Marty tended to fall asleep spooning Grace, but in the night she usually rolled over onto her stomach and he'd roll onto his back. Melody favored 'the yearner' and generally slept on her right side. Eric slept in the freefall position, which he always wound up in no matter how he fell asleep to alleviate the neck pain. Dave slept like a starfish, which surprised absolutely no one, and Zak was some unholy combination of fetal, log, and starfish. Beth, ironically, slept like a soldier.

Beth was the first one to wake, with Eric soon after and Melody ten minutes later. Zak and Marty woke about the same time twenty minutes after that, and Grace was the last to come to.

She rolled over and smiled up at her boyfriend, who was watching her adoringly. "Morning honey." He greeted.

"G'morning." She murmured back, bringing up one toned arm to place its hand on the back of his head to draw him down for a kiss. "What time is it?"

"Almost eight." He replied. "I think you're the last to wake up. I'm gonna take a quick shower, if you don't mind."

"No, go ahead. I'll go start breakfast."

In her room, Beth went to the window after getting dressed to gaze upon the new day and bask in the early morning light. But as her eyes traveled over the landscape down below, her blood ran cold. She bolted down the stairs and burst into the kitchen. "Grace! Grace!"

The other blonde jumped, accidentally spattering some pancake batter on herself. "Sheesh, Beth, what the h3ll?"

"The scarecrow's gone!" She cried, eyes wide with panic.

"Beth, what's wrong?" Melody queried, appearing from the living room with a concerned face. Natalie followed a few feet behind, frowning.

"I looked out the window, and the scarecrow is missing." Beth explained panickily.

"Yeah, I saw it too." Eric joined in, bumping past them all to refill his coffee. "Looked pretty raggedy- maybe the wind did it. Or somebody-" he gave a pointed look at Grace "-decided it'd be a funny prank after that story last night."

Startling them all, Dave careened through the dining room doorway and narrowly avoided smacking into the stove. "The scarecrow, it's gone! Héctor's back!"

"Oh God, not you too." Melody groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Marty sauntered in the kitchen, freshly dressed with still-wet hair. "What's all the hullaballoo?"

"Scarecrow's gone; Beth and Dave think Héctor Gilabert is wandering around." Natalie reported.

"Seriously?" He raised his eyebrows in a blend of curiosity and skepticism.

"Look, like Eric said, it's probably just a prank." Grace broke in. "And dдɱи, it was funny, I'm not gonna lie. But not all of us feel that way, so... c'mon, fess up." She prompted.

The group shifted awkwardly in place, looking amongst each other.

Grace frowned. "You're not gonna get in trouble." She coaxed.

Yet still, no one confessed. After a long moment, she shrugged. "Alright, alright, don't tell us. As long as you tell me where you hid him before vacation's over so I can put him back for when my parents get home, I really don't care."

Breakfast consisted of eggs, pancakes, bacon, and canned peaches, another hearty and delicious meal that they all thoroughly enjoyed. After that, most of them chose to lounge around and read, although Natalie and Dave discovered a chess set and started playing in the dining room.

"I'm going out for a bit!" Grace announced a few hours later.

"Want me to come with you?" Marty asked, half-rising from his chair, a book in his hand.

Grace popped her head into view. "Nah, it's all boring errands. I'm gonna go check on everything, just in case the scarecrow thing is real- which I'm sure it's not-, try to find that stupid straw doll, make sure there's no birds' nests in the well bucket, that sort of thing. I should be back in less than an hour."

"Okay." Marty replied. "I'll see you when you get back then, honey."

It was only when Marty realized how much of the book he had read that he finally looked up at the clock and realized something wasn't right. Concerned, he closed the book and got up, seeking out the nearest person, who happened to be Zak. "Hey, I'm worried."

His friend frowned. "What is it?"

"Well, it's Grace. She said she'd be gone less than an hour, and it's been over an hour and a half." He explained. "I mean, it's probably nothing, but she's a very timely person."

"What if Héctor got her?" Dave suggested seriously, coming down the stairs. "He's gone from his post, and she's out there all alone."

Natalie came out of the kitchen. "I doubt that's the case." Seeing the deeply concerned looks on his and Marty's faces, however, she sighed. "Alright, why don't we all go out together and check where she said she'd be? That way, we can all rest assured everything's fine?"

It only took a few minutes to round up the others, and then the seven set off through the cornfield in the direction of the well.

They had never seen the well before, but the scene before them was definitely not right. Crimson painted the ashy grey of the well and much of the trampled grass around it. Crisscrossing gouges filled with red fluid in the mud gave the impression that someone had clawed at the earth frantically. Beside them was the imprint of about half of a face, as if someone- likely Grace herself- had been slammed headfirst into the ground. A few feet away, closer to the cornfield between the well and house, was one of Grace's white sneakers- now stained red in places- and not far from it lay a broken silver chain.

Marty crouched and picked up the chain. "It's her anklet." He said. "I bought it for her on our first mall date. She never takes it off."

"There's no one here but us, so who could've done this?" Eric reasoned. "Maybe- Maybe she's just playing a prank on us."

Marty shook his head grimly. "She's not like that. She dropped ice down the back of my shirt once and apologized for hours. She wouldn't go this far for a prank. Something's happened to her. Maybe someone from college followed us up, someone who wanted to hurt her or one of us. Or somebody from town. But this isn't her."

"Maybe we missed something." Natalie suggested.

They stood in silence for a moment. Then, Melody reluctantly squatted down and pinched one of the red-soaked blades of grass between her fingers pulling them up the length of it to collect the sticky substance. Already grimacing, she popped them into her mouth, only to make an even sourer face. "Blood." She confirmed their ominous assumption before spitting on the ground to get it out of her mouth. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, then took a breath and bit the bullet. "Marty...if a human Grace's size lost this much blood, could they survive?"

Marty's head jerked and he swallowed. "Uh... uh, let me think." After a few moments of mental calculation, his face grew grim, giving them their answer. "If she did, she'd probably be unconscious, and she still might not make it."

Natalie walked back a few steps, rocking back and forth between her heels and the balls of her feet, surveying the scene with a wider perspective and a frown-furrowed brow. After a moment, she spoke up. "There's no body. So... either she's still alive, or whoever did this took her somewhere else to finish the job."

"And if she's alive and not their prisoner, but also not at the house, where could she be?" Dave questioned logically.

"She might've tried to make it back, but passed out on the way." Melody reasoned. She turned around and stared at the cornfield. "Maybe she's somewhere in there. Or, we don't know where the caves are, maybe she ran off to one of them."

Eric leaned against the well, curiously glancing down at it. He did a double-take and reached into the well, plucking something out of the water. "Hey, look at this." He said, staring down at what was in his palm. The others gathered around to see it as well, and their blood collectively ran cold.

Burnt straw.

"My God." Beth breathed in horror. She reached out and touched one piece with a pink-nailed fingertip, then immediately retracted it. "Héctor."

"That's ridiculous." Scoffed Natalie. "It was just a silly story."

"Then where's the scarecrow and why is there burnt straw?" The blonde challenged.

"A prank, maybe, at least on the scarecrow bit." She suggested. "Or maybe it's somebody else using the legend of the scarecrow to freak us all out and kill her."

"Don't say that!" Marty snapped. "Don't say that. We don't know anything for sure yet. She could still be alive."

"Then why don't we all split up and comb the field for her, yeah?" Dave suggested, stepping in to calm down his suddenly confrontational friend. "If she's anywhere nearby, dead or alive, she's probably somewhere in there."

The group nodded and spoke in agreement, and so they split up, each taking a separate row with a few more between them and the next person. They walked the entirety of the field, calling out for Grace, searching high and low for any sign of her or anyone else.

And yet there was nothing.

Eventually, the sun dropped so low that none of them could well justify staying outside, and they retreated to the house. Natalie, Zak, and Melody agreed with each other to lock the door.

Yet as Melody was fastening the deadbolt, Marty rushed toward her. "What do you think you're doing?" He demanded.

Melody sighed. "Look, if Grace is still alive, she has the keys, and she can get back in. But if she's not, then we need to protect ourselves from anyone and anything out there. Hopefully, she'll be back, in which case this was all a big misunderstanding and we'll laugh it off tomorrow."

Marty sighed. "Fine. I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight." The others chorused.

Grace did not return.

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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How about prompt 2 with Steven 👀

A lil brain rot imagine it's a plushie or something of an Egyptian god that reminds him of you ajgjsjgj

ˣ pairing: steven grant x reader

ˣ prompt: “i bought this because i thought you’d like it”

ˣ warnings: 1.2k wc, fluff galoreee

ˣ a/n: sorry for the delay in posting these! technical problems suck lol. i really love this prompt though and i think it’s one of my favorites to write! hope you enjoy it :)

Every day, you wonder if it's possible to fall in love with Steven more than you already have.

It brims ceaselessly inside you, this fondness and warmth that only he could give you—that only he could ever make you feel. Your heart utterly swells with overwhelming adoration for him; it's nearly an inconceivable notion that there could be room for so much more.

But when it comes to Steven, he's always full of surprises. Always keeping you on your toes, always leaving you in wondrous amazement.

A tender glance your way, and your insides flutter with tremendous glee. It's as if there are millions of butterflies fluttering in your stomach, tickling your skin, making you smile and smile and smile…

And it's quite a bright smile that paints your delicate lips following the hearty chuckle Steven releases into the cool summer air.

You catch yourself staring at him helplessly, seeing how his chocolate irises light up like the starry night sky as the gentle cast of the moonlight dances over his features.

It's all too beautiful— he is too beautiful. Too perfect and breathtaking. All yours to hold onto dearly.

There's something about him that never fails to charm you. Whether it be his wit, his sense of humor, or his sass. The way he's sweet and kind to you, regards you as the sun of his universe. The list of endearing traits you've gathered throughout the three years is almost endless.

You find him fascinating, a work of art to admire in silent awe. Every part of him delights you, from the dazzling sparkle in his brown eyes to the delicate curve of his upper lip. Then there's the melodious tune to his laugh that allows a lightness to bloom in your chest.

You drown in his loving gaze as it melts into you. Its pure softness has you thanking the billions and trillions of heavenly stars above and the vast cosmos beyond for bringing Steven to you.

"Love, do I have something on my face?" He asks you, reeling you back to the dreamy reality that is yours.

The park around you is simply animated this evening. Full of energy and life, with live musicians busking to earn a coin or two, children skipping happily on the grassy knolls. You and Steven settle on your favorite spot— the flowing water fountain at the very center of it all.

A light giggle, then a quiet hum. You shake your head at Steven as he blindly wipes his undirtied chin with one hand, the other holding firm onto a half-eaten burrito. "No, you're alright, Steven. I was just stuck in my head, lost in my thoughts. But, uhh… what were we talking about again?"

He smiles adoringly at you, those darling doe eyes drinking in each and every detail of you. He looks at you as if you're the only one worth his glance— the only one worthy of his full attention. "We were talking about our day, dearie, and you left off at the part where you're telling me the most amazing lunch you've ever had."

"Oh, right, yes! We should really try that restaurant one of these days, babe. They have tons of yummy vegan options. Plus, word on the street is that this place has the best stuffed mushrooms in London. I already know that you're going to love it!"

"Aw, we should have ditched the burritos and gone there tonight instead," Steven pouts, taking another bite out of his food while you scarf down the last bit of yours.

"It's okay; there's always next time. Besides, Monday is burrito night anyway. Wouldn't miss this for the world," you reply with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

It's the truth. Burrito Monday is something you and Steven came up with one day and started doing every week. Once his shift at the gift shop ended, he'd go to the deli a few blocks away and pick up two delicious burritos before heading to your office. From there, the two of you would walk to the park, where you'd sit and enjoy your meal in each other's company.

A silly little tradition, but it is yours and Steven's. A memory to share, remembrance to look back on— one of many that you would forever cherish with him.

"Alright, enough about me. How was your day?" you query, waiting with a gentle smile as Steven finishes his meal.

"It was actually great! I caught the bus on time, which meant one less thing for Donna to chew me out for. Sold a bunch of candies and souvenirs. I even got to explain the Ennead to a curious kid, and I'm pretty sure he liked hearing what I had to say."

"Of course, he liked it! You're always so passionate about these things, and it's just wonderful getting to hear you talk about them, truly."

A slight flush creeps across Steven's face, and he clears his throat. "Thank you, darling. That honestly means a lot to me. Oh, I absolutely love you, you know that?. I love you, and— shoot! Speaking of gods, before I forget, I've got you a gift."

Steven takes a second to open up his messenger bag, his body teeming with excitement as he fishes out a small plush toy. He holds it out to you, his cheery smile reaching his wide, beaming eyes that grow even brighter when you realize what it was.

"Is this Tawaret?" you speak, enthused as he gives you the stuffed gray hippo with an eager nod. "She's so adorable, Steven!"

"I was doing inventory when I came across our new shipment of Tawaret plushies. It reminded me of when I told you of her story the day we first met," he reveals, still grinning. "I bought this because I thought you'd like it."

It seems absurd to others passing by, but you feel the tears beginning to well up in your eyes. "Gosh, Steven. This is lovely of you to get me. I-I know it's a toy, but if it weren't for you talking about Tawaret, we wouldn't even be here right now. Wow, I sound so cheesy, huh?"

Steven's smile softens, his fingertips rising to caress your cheek. His hand remains stroking at your skin as you lean into his tender touch. "It's not cheesy at all, darling. It's our story."

"Now you sound cheesy yourself," you jokingly return, shifting your head to press your lips to the palm of Steven's hand. "But, thank you, Steven. I love my new Tawaret stuffie, though I think I may love you a teeny bit more."

"A teeny bit more? That's all?" he says, laughing.

"Well, you can kiss me, and maybe I can reconsider—"

Steven doesn't give you the chance to finish that sentence. He'd swoop in, his hand tilting your chin to meet his gaze before claiming your lips in a sweet, honeyed kiss.

It leaves you breathless, dizzy, and high— makes your heart skip a beat, or two, perhaps even three.

You kiss him deeply, and he kisses you back deeper, seemingly forgetting where you are though it doesn’t matter.

All you know is that there's no better feeling than this— being here.

Being with him.

Every day, you wonder if it's possible to fall in love with Steven more than you already have.

Tonight proved to you that it most certainly was.

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fkinavocado · 3 years

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In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 14 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 15 (Word count: 3.6k)

You woke up surrounded by darkness, and for a brief second you had no clue where you were, but the feel and smell of Harry in your proximity anchored you. Your mind didn’t even try and make sense of where you were once it figured out he was right there next to you. You were safe, and that was all that mattered. You blinked a few times to adjust to the darkness and soon you could make out Harry’s sparkly eyes looking at you, the back of his fingers gently caressing the side of your face that wasn’t buried into the pillow.

“Hello there, sleeping beauty”

You chortled mid-yawn “Ugh. Why didn’t you wake me up? How late is it? I must’ve slept the whole day away”

“You were sleeping so soundly, I couldn’t find it in me to wake you up. I even got up a couple times and you didn’t wake up, which is unlike you”

You rested your head back on the pillow looking at how he was looking at you adoringly, his head propped up on his hand, his other hand still caressing every inch of skin he could reach. You loved that he already knew you were a light sleeper and kept note of that. Why did that mean so much to you? It must’ve been the novelty of it “Still… you should’ve woken me up. Now I’m gonna fuck up my sleep schedule”

“I’d say it was already fucked up since the past few days” he hummed and you playfully pushed his hand away

“And whose fault is that?”

“Oh I take full responsibility. Don’t worry, we’ll figure out a way to fix your sleep schedule. Just gotta get you tired enough, and I can think of a few ways to arrange that”

“Oh God, Harry. You’re going to burn me out. I swear I can’t keep up with you. Are you sure you’re not actually a teenage boy?” he laughed at that but you caught yourself before you could join him in “Hey,” you cleared your throat “Uhm. About that. Do you think maybe we should… talk about what happened? Is now a good time? Or are you still brooding over it?”

“I thought we… hashed that out earlier, in the shower” he raised an eyebrow and you mirrored his expression, only yours was more the “cut the bullshit” kind

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. But I just… I do. I wanna have this conversation so that we can move on from it and not have it be an issue again”

Harry turned serious, furrowing his brows and he kissed your hand before retracting his, giving you his full attention “Ok. Let’s”

“Ok” you sat up against the headboard and he rested on his elbows looking at you “I just… I wanna know what set you off like that. A lot of things were happening, and I just wanna understand, wanna know what it was that upset you so much”

Harry sighed, shaking his head and lowering his gaze to the pillow he was hugging to his bare chest “All this could’ve been avoided if we’d just driven up here”

You furrowed your brows “Huh? Drive all the way to California? That would’ve taken us… I’m not even sure. That’s almost across country, Harry”

“I know, but it would’ve been better than to send you off to first class on your own. Since I asked you to join me here last minute, that was the only available ticket option, and I was sure you’d enjoy it, it made perfect sense at the time when I booked it. But I had no clue you’d never flown before, never even thought to ask. That was inconsiderate of me, and I’m sorry I put you through that” he looked up at you then and you leaned over so that you could tilt his chin up towards you even further

“You did ask me right before we boarded if I was scared of flying. I could’ve told you then that I had no clue whether I was or wasn’t since I’d never done it before, but I didn’t want you to think that was weird… I dunno what I was thinking, honestly. So it’s my fault as much as yours. You’d meant it as a surprise, and by the way. I’m paying you back for the ticket”

He pulled back, his expression morphing to a stern one “No, you are not. I don’t want to have this discussion again, Y/N. Please. You came here as my guest, you’re not paying for anything. End of story”

You sighed exasperatedly through your nose “I’ll drop it just because I don’t want to get into another argument with you. For now…” he raised his eyebrow and you once again mirrored his expression “Ok. So aside from you kicking yourself over surprising me with a first class ticket” you rolled your eyes exasperatedly for effect “… what else?”

“I wasn’t there for you. You were scared. You had to hold that prick’s hand…”

You searched his eyes “Are you mad at me about that?” you asked in a small voice

“Of course not”

“Are you mad at him?”

“I wanna say no, but… yes? Mad ‘cause he was there to do it, and I wasn’t. Mad that he assumed you were alone, because why wouldn’t he. What man would just leave his girlfriend alone on her first flight, all by herself? I’m mad at myself. Mad that I hadn’t even thought about this”

“Harry, it’s alright. Yeah, I was a bit pissed off, you could’ve told me we wouldn’t be seated together, but I get that you wanted it to be a surprise. I was fucking terrified, not gonna lie to you. I hadn’t realized it would be like that. Never really gave it much thought before. And I squeezed the crap out his hand in pure terror. So, aside from his dislocated jaw, he wasn’t joking about those fingers I’d crushed”

After a long pause in which he just stared at you and kept clenching and unclenching his jaw, he muttered “I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that. I hate that you saw me like that”

You sighed deeply. What could you say to that? He was right, he shouldn’t have “I just… I mean. Was it the fact that…” you winced “That he assumed you were my father, do you think?”

“That was just the icing on the cake” he scoffed “That’s a different matter altogether… I’m not even sure at this point what set me off. A mix of both that and him just asking you out right under my nose like that” he clicked his tongue and looked at you intently and finally said, gravely “There’s… there’s something you should know. If we’re going to do this right, you have the right to know. I don’t want any secrets between us”

You nodded, bracing yourself for what he was about to say. He looked dead serious and you had a feeling this was something he’d thought about while you’d been sleeping. He looked tired, he looked like he’d gone over this in his mind time and time again before you woke up, and he was reluctant to talk to you about it. But you knew that he was right. Whatever he had to tell you, you too wanted no secrets between the two of you, and if you were being honest with yourself, you had a thing or two to tell him, yourself…

“I was hoping this wasn’t going to be an issue, I thought I was past this. I genuinely thought I was doing so much better. But truthfully, I had no real way of knowing. Because I haven’t really been in a serious relationship since my ex wife”

You gulped “That’s… wow. That’s a long time”

“Yeah. 12 years” he grabbed your hand, squeezing it intently “This is why… I need you to know that I mean it when I say this is special to me. You’re special. I’ve not felt like this about anyone in a… really long time. And I’m already fucking it up” he squeezed a little bit harder at the end and you tried not to wince but the way he was gritting his teeth and staring into space told you he was having a moment and you just tried not to interrupt whatever he was processing. He eventually loosened his grip, and began caressing your knuckles “My ex… she cheated. That’s why it ended. With Emily’s step father. It’d been ongoing… for a while, until I found out. I didn’t see it coming. I honestly didn’t. I thought we were doing great. She was happy. I was happy. Emily was a happy little kid. I hadn’t realized someone else was making her happy. I think that’s something I could never wrap my head around. How did I not see it? How did I not… fuck, I don’t know, how did I not smell it on her, you know? Some other man was fucking her and then she came into our bed and acted like I was the one she wanted. How could she do that?”

To say that you were taken aback would be a major understatement. You weren’t expecting for Harry to unload all of that. You already knew, from Emily, that her mom had cheated and that was wad had led to the divorce when she was only 6 years old. But you never stopped to think about how that must’ve affected Harry.

“When I found out… I hit the roof. I was so hurt. I felt betrayed, in every way imaginable. It felt like the harshest slap life could’ve given me. I was riding on cloud nine and then I was dropped directly into the deepest pits of hell. It all felt so sudden. It wasn’t at all like how you hear people going through this… normally when someone cheats, they distance themselves gradually, and their marriages are falling apart, but I thought ours was as good as it gets, you know? Of course, looking back now, I can see things that I was oblivious to back then. I can see how she’d leave me with Emily and just go off on work trips or even weekend getaways with her girlfriends, and I know motherhood wasn’t easy on her… she’d suffered from postpartum, and I knew she needed time off from all the responsibility every now and then. And frankly I was over the moon, I loved spending time with Emily just the two of us, I got to spoil her rotten and we would just bend all the rules when she was away, she loved it. We would… eat in bed, watch cartoons till late at night, way past her bedtime, I even let her draw on the walls once and had to repaint the whole hallway before Felicia came back so she wouldn’t suspect anything”

You made a mental note of his ex’s name. Sounded pretty fitting for a heartless bitch. You stretched your legs out and gestured for Harry to place his head in your lap and he did so without missing a beat. You caressed his hair as he looked at your other hand he was holding, intertwining your fingers and running his thumb over your knuckles over and over

“I should’ve seen it coming”

“No, Harry. You couldn’t have. No one should have to second guess their marriage like that. You were happy. It isn’t your fault that she betrayed your trust”

He furrowed his brows “I guess… what I’m getting at with this… The reason why I barely got to see Emily growing up, the reason why she made sure I barely had any time with her at all… the reason why she got almost full custody isn’t because she just wanted me out of the picture so that she could have her new family and close the chapter on her past and be done with it. She took Emily away from me, and I hate her for it, it makes my blood boil. But at the same time, I know I would’ve done the same, and I don’t blame her. She did what she felt was right to protect Emily, because… she was scared”

“What do you mean?”

“Emily doesn’t know this… I know you would never, but please don’t tell her, ever. She thinks it’s her stepdad’s fault that she only got to see me so little growing up. And it is, in a way, but not the way she thinks. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but this is the one thing I’m grateful for. Julian… her stepdad, that is, he felt that she had a right to spend time with her real father. As much as I hate to say it, he was the bigger man at the end of the day.”

“Harry. What are you getting at?” your fingers stilled, buried in his curls and he glanced at you briefly before lowering his gaze back to your cojoined hands

“I… I almost killed him” after a long pause in which you held your breath waiting for him to go on, he continued “I beat him to a pulp when I found out. I tracked him down, and when I found him, I just… lost it. I wasn’t thinking straight… hell, I wasn’t thinking at all. I was like a raging bull, all I could see was red before my eyes. He was the reason my life was falling apart. I took it all out on him, and I almost fucking killed him. He had to be hospitalized”

Your mouth went dry, you just stared at him in disbelief. How was it possible that this sweet, gentle man you’ve grown to know so intimately was someone capable of such a thing?

“I was lucky someone stepped in last minute otherwise I’m sure I would’ve gone through with it. I was so out of my mind with rage. And it was all so… unexpected, even to me. I’d never done anything like that, ever. I was never violent in my whole life uptil then. Not ever. But I was… and am… extremely jealous. Possessive. Territorial. That I knew… I just never knew I could act on it in such a violent manner.”

He slowly sat up, avoiding looking at you, putting some distance between the two of you and sitting on the edge of the bed, resting his face in his palms, his elbows on his knees- which you were grateful for, because that was… a lot to take in. You just stared into space, trying to make sense of what he just told you, yet somehow, it felt unreal. It felt as though you were in a dream, a nightmare you were going to wake up from. Surely this couldn’t be real. Not him. Not Harry. He couldn’t… he wouldn’t…

“So today… what happened… really fucking terrified me. I thought I was long past that. I thought all the therapy and shit had… fixed this violent streak, but apparently… it’s there, it’s always been there. Dormant.”

There was a long pause when neither of you spoke, each avoiding looking at the other. You knew you had to speak up, sooner or later, but… say what?

“My father beat me” you blurted out before you could even realize what you were doing

Harry immediately stiffened and turned to look at you “What did you say?”

You gulped, immediately regretting bringing it up, now, of all times, but it was too late to go back now “He used to beat me growing up. Regularly. He would beat me black and blue. I had to skip school so many times, just so that people wouldn’t catch on. Not just me, he beat my mother too. Not my brother though. Obviously he went harder on my mother, but still he was pretty harsh with me, he wasn’t holding back… he took it out on me. Everything, all his frustrations, for no reason. I used to hide from him and still he’d find me and think of a reason to punish me. It was always something I’d said or done that’d set him off, always my fault…”

Your voice was small saying all of that, and the words sounded so foreign to your own ears. You’d discussed this at length with your therapist, but somehow, telling this to Harry seemed entirely different. It sounded as though you were admitting to the reality of it to yourself. When you were telling your therapist about it, it had been almost as if talking about it happening to someone else. Your past self, the child you, which you dissociated from. But this was you admitting that it had happened to you. You had been beaten, you had been abused growing up.

You flinched when you felt Harry’s hand gently touching yours and pulled back, he’d been trying to talk to you but you must’ve zoned out. You both looked at eachother then, and the pain you saw in his eyes was physically hurting you, yet, you couldn’t find the strength to say or do anything.

“Please… please don’t pull away from me like that” his voice came out in a strangled whisper and you could see his eyes glazed over in unshed tears and before you realized it, tears of your own made their way down your cheeks, blurring your vision. Just as well, you thought, because you couldn’t bare looking at him like that. He was hurt. But you were hurt, too.

The man you were in love with was physically aggressive.

You gasped audibly at your own realization. In love. You were in love with him. You suddenly couldn’t breathe. You felt as though all the air had been squeezed out of your lungs. Your hands instinctively went to your throat as you gasped again, trying to breathe.

“Y/N!” Harry scurried to your side, wary still not to touch you since you’d pulled away “Breathe, come on. Breathe. You can do it. Calm down, now. Come on. Deep breaths, through your nose, come on.” You tried focusing on him but it was hard to let go of the terror that had took over your whole being. You closed your eyes shut, trying to calm down, but all you could see was Harry beating some guy unconscious and you jumped off the bed, away from him, trying to find a window.

You were wheezing audibly, panting uncontrollably, and you knew you had to get it together otherwise you’d collapse.

“Please, Y/N, please” you could hear Harry behind you, he was trying to sound calm but you could hear the desperation in his voice “It’s alright, you’re alright. I promise. Please, I’m going to fix it, I swear to God, just please, please, breathe. Focus, baby, come on. Deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth, come on”

You stuck your head out the window finally and tried to focus on what he was telling you, tried to focus on his words and nothing else.

You still felt tears rolling down your face with each shuddered breath, but slowly you found a rhythm, and managed to catch your breath.

“Harry?” you finally managed

“Yes, I’m here. I’m here, baby. You’re alright. God, you’re alright” you could sense that he was aching to touch you, comfort you somehow, but he was keeping his distance lest he startled you again

“I’m not alright” you echoed the very words he used to say to you “I can’t be here right now” you wiped at your eyes, trying to compose yourself “I can’t… I’m sorry. I have to be alone”

“Y/N…”

“You asked this of me earlier today, and now I know. I shouldn’t have pushed you. I didn’t know any better, but now I do. And trust me, I can’t be near you right now”

After a long pause he pleaded “Please don’t do this. Don’t close off. Please, let’s talk about it. Baby, I would never—”

“Harry, don’t. Please, just please. I beg of you. I need to process this in my own way. I can’t if you’re here. I’ll leave in the morning, find a hotel, if you need me to go, but please for tonight… I need to be by myself”

“What are you saying?” his voice was impossibly small “Please, Y/N. This is a mistake, don’t do this. I can fix this, I swear…”

“No, you can’t, Harry. You can’t fix this, and you can’t fix me. Please… I need to be alone”

“How can I leave you alone like this? You’re hurt. It’s killing me to see you like this. Please, I’ll sleep on the floor, ok? You won’t even know I’m here”

“Stop! Stop, ok?” you turned to face him, and he looked absolutely devastated. You’d never seen a grown man look so disheveled in your whole life “Are you leaving, or am I? I’ll go, Harry, I swear to God!”

He pressed his lips into a thin line and hung his head in defeat. He reluctantly made his way over to the door “I’ll be downstairs” he stopped right before he was about to close the door behind him “I can’t undo my past, Y/N. And I can’t fix what happened to you, you’re right. I’m not a monster, and I’m not your father. I’m just a man with his own demons. But I’ll be damned if I don’t make sure you never look at me again the way you did tonight”

You waited until you heard him reach the bottom of the staircase before you allowed yourself to fall apart, keeping as quiet as possible, but the sound of your heart breaking was deafening.

Chapter 16

A/N: this was a hard chapter to write. i kept warning you that Harry's got his own issues, and that there's a reason why the two of them click beyond just her own "daddy issues". there's more to explore on why she is also helping him face his own demons. but this scratches the surface of it. he's not perfect, no one ever claimed he was. he's human, i'm not portraying this perfect knight in shining armor coming in to save Y/N from her anguish. i'm really curious to see how you guys deal with his own trauma.

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pankowperfection · 2 years

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How about a soft smut with Drew👀

Tender Love

Summary: You and Drew spend a lazy day together tangled between the sheets

Warnings: smut, super sweet sex, 18+

Another lazy Saturday, rain softly rolling down the windows of your shared apartment as you lay in bed, wrapped in a thick blanket and Drew's arms. Neither of you wanted to get up, perfectly content to enjoy the quiet comfort together. Drew inhales the scent of your shampoo, gently kissing the top of your head as his hands lightly trace over your back. "Mmm, I love you Drew." You feel rather than see him smile, "I love you too y/n. Let me show you how much."

He scoots himself to hover over you, brushing hair back out of your face as he gazes down at you adoringly. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, making you blush as he leans in to kiss you. His lips move slowly against yours, in no rush and just basking in the moment. You match his pace, hands trailing over his muscular back as your tongue traces the outline of his lips. He deepens the kiss, tongue slowly finding a home behind your teeth as it winds with yours. The contact sends electricity straight to your core, moaning out into his mouth.

He breaks away first, smiling at you again before pressing open mouthed kisses down your neck. He helps you sit up briefly, pulling off his t-shirt that you had been wearing before following you back down onto the mattress. His thick fingers trail across your breasts, making your nipples stand at attention before ghosting over your stomach. When he touches your core you can't help but moan, already so wet for him and desperate for his touch. "Always so ready for me," he groans, pushing through your folds to circle your clit. Your nails bite into his biceps, struggling to restrain yourself from bucking up into his hand.

"Drew please, make love to me." With one last kiss to your throat he positions himself above you, kicking off his boxers and lining up. He presses in slowly, eyes falling shut at the feeling of you wrapped around him. "God, you're so amazing." He stops when he's fully buried inside you, looking down to where your bodies are joined together before his eyes land back on your face. You maintain eye contact as he starts to thrust, loving the way his face contorts with the pleasure he's feeling. The steady push and pull of his body sends you soaring higher and higher, coil tightening with each gentle thrust. You wrap your legs around his waist, hand on the back of his neck to pull him down to you.

"Mmm Drew, so good. Love when you take me like this." Your hands wind in his hair, pulling lightly as you kiss his neck making him shudder. "You're so beautiful princess. Taking me so well." When his tongue slides into your mouth again you cry out, orgasm washing over seemingly out of no where. His hips don't falter, working you through it until you come back down to earth. "So pretty when you fall apart for me baby. Gonna fill you up." Your nails dig into his back, leaving red marks in their wake as you feel him twitch deep inside you, warmth spreading in your core. He stays inside you until he softens, not wanting to ruin the intimacy. "How about a nice bath together?" he asks, nuzzling against your breasts softly. "Sounds perfect baby."

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paperpeacock · 2 years

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notice me was so good!! will there be a part 2? :)

Hi! I'm sorry this took so long, but I'm so glad you wanted another part of this because I really enjoyed writing it! like that last piece hope you enjoy this one, the final part to notice me.

Keith x reader - Notice me Part Two

Being born into perpetual darkness means you’ve never been exposed to the light of day, the sun’s rays can only flash in the dark of your dreams. Many have been shrouded into said darkness, bound to roam their midnight world. But let this be known, it only takes a spark to light a flame, and once lit, it's only a matter of determination to keep it alive.

“What were you thinking? The paladins can't afford to lose focus!” she shrieked; wide eyes boring into your own. You had been arguing for the past hour, as you sat upon the bed and watched your sister paced about the room. “Do you want to jeopardize this mission?”

“No, I just- it just happened...” You reasoned. You watched as Allura tucked a strand of hair back into her lavender mane, sucking in a deep breath.

“Well don’t let it happen again” Her words sliced upon your fluttering heart, sinking deep into your once excited feelings. “I expect better of you Y/N” and with that she left, airy gown wafting pass, leaving misery in her wake.

The following days, you decided it was best to avoid Keith, after all, he saw how enraged Allura had gotten. But never the less your mind was still plagued with thoughts of the ravenette, a moment so electrifying cannot simply be forgotten. And it wasn't, for the Red Paladin wanted nothing more than to see you.

You sat cozied upon your bed, haloed in the fluorescent light of your room. You had yet to fall asleep, head swarming with too many thoughts. You recalled the argument you had with Allura, your spirits sunk as you could only be a mere distraction to the Paladins, never could you aid them but instead just had to get out of their way. It wasn't fair, you too were a Princess to, but treated like the ghost of the castle.

Knock, Knock, Knock

It was late, you suspected everyone to be asleep. Who could come knocking on your door? And better yet why? Well to cease such questions you approached the metallic door, allowing it to slide open. Standing behind, painted in the stygian darkness of the empty hall, stood Keith.

“Keith?” You quietly called. You wore your pajamas and socks, appearing mellow and soft compared to the shadowy figure who stood in front of you.

“Hey” he drew closer, pushing his head in towards the light.

“Why...Why are you here?” You murmured.

“Uh, could you put your shoes on? I'd like to show you something” You quirked a brow, but then let out a laugh.

“...Okay?” You giggled reaching out for the polar boots. Unlike your unbending, unyielding and uncompromising sister, you were quite lenient and open. Something that pleasantly surprised Keith. “But wait” You paused. “What about Allura?”

“What about Allura?” he repeated back, stepping further into your room.

“We shouldn't be doing this” Your eyes sunk to the floor, gazing upon your shoes. Once again you let yourself get carried away, too starstruck to pay attention.

“You're acting like we’re about to rob someone” he laughed, mischief coloring his eyes. “Y/N, what you decide to do isn't up to Allura” Your gaze travelled up towards his own, eyes dripping in starlight, gazing in a newfound wonder. Your head kept hammering down the same grating concerns, but you had long left it in the safety of your room as your heart joined the midnight prince and his plans.

The two of quietly crept through the darkened castle, making your way to a discreet exit point. Huddling close to one another, making out smiles through the stygian night. You tried to quite your excited giggles, but your heart drummed beneath your chest, your eyes looked adoringly upon the locks of stygian hair in front of you, as if this all was just a dream. Finally, an exit point had been reached and you both stepped into the world outside.

It was a violet wasteland, filled with rolling winds that gathered glittering dust from the ground, it stretched out for infinity, an ocean of lavender plains. Unlike the ill-lit castle, this place was illuminated by millions of stars and two big, pearly moons. However, these stars were quite unique, they appeared in all the colors, as if millions of dreams were cast in the far reaches of space, filling this hollowed relm with color and light, much like sprinkles on a cake.

“Wow...” you whispered, wide eyes reflecting splashes of color and glitter.

“Pidge said that the stars look this way because of something in the planet's atmosphere, changing them to look all colorful” he too gazed upon it. You stayed in a tender silence, eyes roaming about the sky. The wind raked past, tugging gently upon the fabric of your clothes and strands of your hair, you turned to face the paladin.

“Keith?...”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you take me out here?” you shyly called.

He drew close, standing before your smaller stature. He brought his hand towards your face, palm cold against your cheek as he glided it towards your head, pushing away your hair.

“You can be really dense sometimes”

He planted a kiss on your forehead. Causing your chest to erupt in a swarm of butterflies and your face to glow in a fiery scarlet. The paladin lent you a cocked smile. If Allura didn't want him to lose focus, he definitely lost it now, gazing upon your adorable fluster. It was never imagined that the hothead of the team and the quiet ghost of the castle would be together under a starry sky, despite this it was a good pairing and not even Allura could deny that.

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romanarose · 2 years

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Iris

Steven Grant X Reader

Summary: You and Steven go on a date and dance to a favorite song on yours.

Thank you to @ahookedheroespureheart for the idea!

This is kinda a song fic, it goes through the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, but if you are familiar with my other song fics like Some Nights or And so it Goes this one isn't STRICTED tied to the song. The song exists in the fic, it's not a vessel for which the fic exists in.

Anyway, here's Wonderwa- I mean Iris

How did you get here?

When Steven asked you out, you were nervous as hell. He was cute, of course, he was hot, actually. But he was a bit… odd. Not that you minded odd, necessarily. Hell, you were odd. But a girl’s gotta be careful. Steven was often late, looking disheveled and muttering, he could be seen talking to himself and would stare off into space. But the thing is… he was always kind. No matter how he looked like he might shatter if you touched him and no matter how it seemed he hadn’t slept in days, he greeted you with a smile and a hello. He greeted everyone like that. That’s what really endeared him to you and made you say yes to the date. Anyone can be nice to the person they have a crush on or are trying to fuck. Steven was just… kind. If he talked to himself a bit? Well, maybe you could live with that.

One dinner, one shared dessert and 2 drinks later, you found yourself walking alone in a park in the dark with a man you barely knew. It was your idea, of course. Steven would never dare to suggest such a thing, he was far too aware of people's comfort levels for this. No, this was your idea. The night was warm and clear and perfect. Steven was perfect. You were doing laps around the park together and before you knew it, you felt like you had known him your whole life.

“Man, it’s been forever since I went to a concert. I always meant to but between the blip and covid and it seems nowhere is safe anymore, it’s probably been years.” You had talked about everything and anything, and now you were discussing your favorite music.

Steven was holding your hand “That’s too bad, you said you enjoy them so much… Maybe we could go sometime? I mean- uh-” He stopped the walk briefly “Well, I don’t want to assume there will be a second date… but…” he nodded down to the hand holding and raised his eyebrows.

You giggled and turned away “Yeah, I’d like another date, if you do.” You looked up at him hopefully.

Steven looked borderline bewildered, but he was smiling. “If I do? I would like nothing more in the world, darling.”

You blushed and grinned, wanting to turn away but his gaze was captivating. He looked at you so adoringly. “Another date it is. And yes, I’d love to go to a concert with you.”

He looked relieved, and continued walking. “Do you remember what the last show you went to was?”

You thought for a moment. “I think it was The Goo Goo Dolls. Yeah, definitely the Goo Goo Dolls. It was great, their music is just beautiful, romantic and gutting.”

“I can’t say I know much about music. I don’t know if I know them”

You squeezed his hand reassuringly. Steven knew a lot about a lot of things, but pop culture was not one of them. You knew he felt awkward when he was missing gaps of information. “I think you’d know their music if you heard one of their bigger songs, they were on the radio a lot 10-20 years ago.”

Steven stopped “Can you… can you maybe show me one?”

You smiled broadly. He was always so interested in your interests. “Yeah, I’ll show you the one that’s probably the most famous, Iris. This song live was incredible. They did that thing in the second verse where they cut the music and stop singing” You were fishing through your purse to find your phone “and it’s just the crowd carrying the line… they did that with the part ‘And you bleed just know you’re alive’ and you just feel like you just feel like you’re a part of something, you know?” You found it, pulling up the youtube app.

“I don’t, actually… but I look forward to you showing me” He smiled hopefully, as if you would reject him at any moment.

“I can’t wait. Here it is.” You start the song, and the familiar guitar already warms your heart.

Steven held his hand out for your phone. You didn’t know why he wanted it, but you gave it to him; he turned it all the way up and put it inside his pocket.

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

“May I have this dance?” He bowed and held out his hand.

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

You curtsied, awestruck at the perfect moment he had curated for you. “Always” you took his hand and he pulled you close into his arms.

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

And sooner or later, it's over

I just don't wanna miss you tonight

You hadn’t noticed the clouds rolling in, you had been too distracted by the perfect evening. You never wanted this to end. Your hands rested on his chest, while one of his wrapped your shoulder and the other was chastely on your hip.

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

How did Steven get here?

Marc thought he was crazy to ask you out when he only found out about Marc so recently, but he just couldn’t take the wait anymore. He had wanted you for so long, and here you were in his arms, as beautiful as he could imagine a person being. Something about you said that you could take him for all he was.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive

How was everything going so perfectly? He couldn’t believe that you were here, in a park, dancing to a beautiful song beneath the stars. Oh. No more stars. Well that was alright. Everything was still perfect. He prayed to whatever god was out there that everything would work out.

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

You tried your best to imprint everything into your memory. How firm his chest was, the smell of his skin, his chin resting on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him, hoping he wouldn’t slip away. You wouldn’t let it happen. You couldn’t.

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

Steven heard the rumble of thunder. He looked for a shelter, but it was already too late. The rain started. You held tightly onto him, dancing as the rain covered the two of you

When the guitar solo started, Steven took your hand “Over here, love” He took off running, pulling you behind him as you both grinned and giggled like lovestruck teenager as the instrumental picked up. You entered the gazebo as the song’s climax slowed. He took your face in his. “You are so beautiful, so, so beautiful.”

You looked into his large brown eyes, was it possible to be in love so fast?

When the chorus picked up again, for the final time, his mouth practically crashed into yours.

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

He kissed with a passion, like it was a hello and a goodbye all at once. It was like he was attempting to memorize every inch of you; his tongue exoploring your willing mouth, his hands roaming your body. You returned the favor, pushing him up against the wall of the gazebo and rediscovered his chest for the second time tonight. In an uncharacteristic move, he grabbed your hips and turned you so that you were against the wall, asserting his dominance. You moaned, your chest rising against his as he pressed into you. He took your hands in his and pinned them above your head with one hand, his free hand still holding you, pressed flush against him.

When the kiss finally broke, your hands were still above your head, practically holding you up. Your body felt like jelly, you had never been this flushed, this turned on, from a kiss. He had never even touched anywhere private, and already you felt wet enough for him. Christ, the things he could do with his mouth. You couldn’t help but wonder… But when you opened your eyes, Steven was looking at you like you had hung the stars in the sky.

He gently let your hands drop, sprinkling little kisses along your face and neck. “I guess we know what our song is.”

You took his hair in your fingers, pulling him towards you. “Kiss me like that again, pretty boy.”

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quindolyn · 4 years

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Can I request a Sub! James Potter? Where he did something bad, and reader had to punish him, with some amazing aftercare afterwards?

Permission || James Potter

Word Count: 3016

A/N: This was also requested by @triciam06 and I hope you all enjoy it! I’m the biggest sucker for sub!James. His punishment isn’t anything too severe because I a) don’t think that James would ever break a rule more severe than the one he breaks in this piece and that’s because he’s the most obedient sub and b) I love him but he couldn’t take a hardcore punishment.

Warnings: Mommy kink, sub!James, overstim, light punishment, aftercare

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It was funny really, how easily you could get him off on your hand alone. Desperate to be your good boy James was trying his very best not to buck up into your hand as you lazily flicked your wrist up and down his shaft, your thumb occasionally brushing over the blushing tip of his weeping cock.

You dragged your eyes over his perspiring form, his strong hands balled into fists, clenching the soft material of the sheets in between his fingers. He had his back arched against the bed, messy black hair fanning out around his face which was flushed, painting his cheeks a pretty rosy pink. With tears swimming in his eyes, which were there from the tremendous effort he was putting into delaying his orgasm until you said he could cum, your Jamsie was the picture of obedience.

Continuing your hand’s movements on his throbbing cock, a lopsided smirk caressed your face as you moved the hand not on his member to grope at your breast, it only seemed fair that you got to touch yourself as you watched this.

“M-Mommy,” He stuttered out, blinking up at you owlishly, his glasses were still perched atop his nose, but now resting crooked on his face.

Your hand abandoned your breast, instead moving to correct his glasses, “On or off baby?” You cooed gently, gazing down at him adoringly, he was being such a good boy for you, not cumming until he was told he could. He always followed instruction so well.

“Off please,” James whimpered, turning his face so that you could more easily access his eyewear.

“Such good manners,” You praised, folding the legs of the glasses in towards the lenses before you set them down on the nightstand table. In your efforts to discard his glasses you had to lean a bit meaning that James’ painfully hard prick slipped from the palm of your hand, slapping against the hard muscles of his lower abdomen.

You grinned wickedly at the small whimper that left his mouth, watching as he flexed his fingers you knew he was just desperate to get one of his hands on his cock, he was so close to cumming and the both of you knew it.

“Aww baby,” You crooned, eyes never leaving his member, “It looks so pretty right there, lying on your tummy,” You extended a single finger, running it up the length of his prick, following a particularly pronounced vein, “Thinking that I might just let it sit there, be a shame to mess up something so pretty.”

“Mommy,” James sniffled, “Mommy please, I need your hand, I need to cum pretty please, I’ve been your good boy, I deserve to cum.”

You let out a dry chuckle, expertly recapturing his cock in your hand you resumed your hand’s motions on his length. Your movements were considerably quicker than they had been, as you tugged on his prick you tugged him closer and closer to his orgasm until the tears pooling in his eyes leaked out of the corners. Leaving twin trails down his temples as his pleading eyes stared into yours.

“You think you deserve to cum baby? You think you deserve for Mommy to let you make a mess all over her hand?”

“Uh huh,” He whined, squeezing his eyes closed as he nodded his head vigorously, James pulled the soft cushion of his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting harshly before releasing it in all of its swollen glory.

“I don’t know pretty boy, I think you can wait a bit longer, yeah? Be mommy’s good boy and wait till she tells you you’ve deserved it.” You countered.

Not satisfied with your answer James protested, “But Mommy-” But you quickly shut him up with a quick slap to the inside of his thigh. Not hard enough to actually hurt, just leave a pleasant stinging sensation as you rubbed your hand over the offending skin.

“Be quiet Jamie, you’ll cum when mommy says you can cum and not a fucking moment sooner,” A scowl formed on your face, evidence that you were not pleased with his contesting your ruling. Wanting to punish him for his not listening to you, you pulled even more harshly at his cock, wanting to get him so close to orgasm that he was but a subby puddle, ready to do your bidding.

“Look at you,” You cooed, your voice now carrying slight mocking as traced a delicate finger along the planes of his toned abs, following the dips and ridges, watching as he shuddered under your touch. “So pretty like this, all splayed out for me, you look so beautiful baby, so beautiful.”

“Thank you Mommy,” James groaned, “Mommy’s pretty too.”

“Good boy,” You smiled, leaning over to smear a gentle kiss along his brow, never once releasing his cock from the confines of your hand. “But if you think flattery’s gonna make Mommy let you cum, you’ve got another thing coming.”

You took a sick delight in watching him writhe and whimper beneath you as you torturously denied him his orgasm until it was too much for him to take.

His movements had him flailing around the bed as he tried so hard to listen to you, but he could feel the fire burning in his belly and it was becoming harder and harder to ignore, no matter how desperately wanted to.

“Mommy I’m gonna cum,” He screamed, bucking his hips into your hand, “I need to cum Mommy please, pretty please.”

“No,” You snipped, “Mommy’s already let you cum tonight baby, twice, no cumming until she says you can, you know the rules.” And you were right, you’d already allowed him to cum down your throat twice as you took him all the way to his pubic bone.

Your words didn’t seem to completely register with him as he continued to buck into your hand before eventually releasing his load, “Mommy I’m so sorry,” He screamed as he came on your hand, coating it in his sticky release.

“I’m cumming, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He cried as his orgasm washed over him, completely overwhelming him in pleasure until he could barely even mumble out apologies.

Watching as he trembled beneath you you continued jacking him off, using his cum as a lubricant, making it easier to move your hand along his shaft.

“Baby,” You crooned, wiping the tears off of his face with the pads of your fingers.

“S’too much Mommy, too much.” His whines were positively pathetic as he pushed his hips into the mattress, trying to put distance between his cock and your hand.

A frown found its way to your lips, “But you came without permission love, can’t just let that go unpunished, what kinda Mommy would I be if I did?”

“I know,” He whined, shamelessly squirming, trying to get out of your hold, “I’m sorry Mommy, I didn’t mean to, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

You understood that, you had edged him for the past hour or so and you weren’t sure if even you could’ve lasted that long but he didn’t get to cum without permission, he knew that.

“Don’t wanna hear your excuses Jamie,” You were increasingly aware of how his oversensitive prick twitched in your hand, “I know it was hard baby but you know you’re not allowed to cum without permission don’t you?”

“Yes Mommy, I know.”

“You gotta take your punishment for me then baby,” You explained, moving your hand to tweak one of his nipples before pulling the sensitive bud between your fingers, where you then pinched them.

“P-punishment?” He stuttered out, his wide eyes, drowned in guilt, staring back up at yours.

“Yes baby, punishment, you broke one of my rules didn’t you?” If only the boy lying in front of you knew just how much power he had over you. He wasn’t even trying, but just watching him get off was enough to flood your panties.

“I’m sorry Mommy, I didn’t mean to be a bad boy,” He sobbed and the frankly pathetic tone of his voice as he apologized to you for the umpteenth time in the last couple of minutes was almost enough to make you relent, but not quite.

“I know my love, and you weren’t a bad boy, just a naughty boy,” What you did next counteracted the sweetness of your words as you poked your tongue out just enough to kitten lick the sensitive tip of his cock, taking immense delight as more cum leaked out of his prick. The taste of his seed was the usual perfect salty sweet blend it always was but something about that cum being, for lack of a better word, forbidden, made it taste all that much better.

“J-just naughty? Not bad?” He pleaded with both his eyes and his words, needing the praise he was so used to.

“Just naughty.” You confirmed, releasing his prick for a moment before lightly slapping your open palm against it, reveling in the way his entire body jumped at the sensation. “Now Jamsie, you gonna take your punishment like a good boy, yeah?”

“Yes,” He forced out through gritted teeth.

“Yes who?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“That’s better,” You praised, continuing to overstimulate him, relishing the noises he made until whimpers turned into him bawling as fat teardrops raced down his face and down his neck.

“M’so sorry mommy, m’so sorry,” James cried shamelessly trying his best not to move.

“You were so eager to cum baby, just giving you what you wanted,” You condescended running your fingers through his locks once again to get a solid grip on them before yanking pulling a strangled moan from his lips. “Is this not what you wanted baby? Thought this was what you wanted when you came without my permission? Just giving you what you clearly want, now are you gonna be good? You said you would.”

In response you recieved a gasp as he released onto your hand again, somehow even more than last time. Feeling both selfish and wicked you bent forward, trading your earlier kitten licks for engulfing the entirety of the head of his cock, slurping on it as one would a lollipop.

The moan that ripped it’s way out of his throat was pornographic as his sensitive cock was overstimulated by the feeling of your warm, velvety mouth wrapped around it. As you allowed his cock to rest against the flat of your tongue you noticed that his cries for you to stop, that he was sorry had quieted to muffled whimpers explained by the hand clamped over his mouth.

The sight sent a surge of pride through you, here Jamie was being as obedient for you as ever because he knew what he had done was not okay. That he had broken Mommy’s rules, it was why he was so rarely punished.

Inhaling deeply through your nose you took him all the way down your throat so that the tip of his dick rested deep inside of your throat. You could feel him twitch inside of your throat and if it wasn’t the most amazing thing to feel that you didn’t know what was. Smiling around his length you decided that if his silence was anything to go by James had learned his lesson. Feeling merciful for the first time that night you swallowed around his cock, feeling him shoot what would be his last load of cum for the night down your throat.

Once he was done you eased him from your mouth, careful to keep your teeth away from his softening length.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson baby?” You asked the ruined boy beneath you as you rose to your full height before bending at the waist to smear a kiss along his cupid’s bow.

Too fucked out to use his words James gave you a small nod, his eyes lids resting closed with his lips parted, taking deep inhales of breath as he recovered from his orgasms.

“Can you use your words for me?” You lilted brushing away the hair that couldn’t seem to stay out of his face.

After a deep inhale he did, “Yes Mommy, I’ve learned my lesson,” His voice was hoarse, he sounded parched and he probably was.

Easing him up so that he was leaning up against the headboard you plucked his glasses from the bedside table, beginning to ease them onto his face before you noticed how sweaty he was. Letting the glasses rest in your lap you pulled your wand from the drawer of the nightstand using it to summon a glass of water and a damp washcloth from the bathroom.

Beginning with the cloth you wiped the sweat from his brow before tracing the damp fabric down the sides of his face, calming the heated skin as praise after praise tumbled from your lips.

“Such a good boy for me Jamie, took your punishment so well my love.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” He was still breathless.

“Don’t need to thank me anymore my love, s’time for Mommy to clean you up, yeah? Gonna help you get cleaned up for bed.”

“M’not tired,” He insisted, though if his closing eyes were any indication, he most definitely was.

Suppressing a chuckle you laid the washcloth on his thigh to soothe the warm flesh there as you brought the perspiring glass up to his lips, easing them apart to allow the cool, sweet liquid to drizzle down his throat.

“There you go darling,” You eased the glass apart from his lips to set it down and replaced it with the cloth that you continued to trace his skin with, brushing it up and down his chest and stomach, careful to avoid his sensitive nipples.

“Glasses please,” He mumbled, his hand groping at your leg, “Wanna be able to see you.”

“Of course,” You smiled, balancing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose allowing the world to come back into focus for him as he smiled at you. “Can you take another sip of water for me, pretty boy?” You asked, slipping the glass into his hands, allowing them to bring it to his lips.

He did as you asked before holding the glass in between his legs, “Did I do a good job for you, Mommy?” He looked at you with wide eyes, “I’m sorry I came without permission I just-”

“I know baby,” You cut him off gently, “You didn’t do it on purpose but Mommy still had to punish you, you understand right darling?”

He gave you a bashful nod.

“Good my love, it doesn’t make you any less of my good boy,” You gently reached for his member, handling it with the utmost care as you brought the wet cloth to it, knowing that it wouldn’t be a pleasurable experience for him you were efficient in cleaning the cum off.

James hissed at the sensation, once again squirming to escape your grasp. “Gotta clean you up baby, be quick I promise,” And you were, not wanting to prolong his discomfort any further.

As James took yet another sip from the glass, one he very much needed, you pushed yourself up from the bed, traipsing over to the dresser where you removed a pair of sweatpants for him and a pair of panties to wear with one of his t-shirts for you.

You offered to help him put on his pants but James insisted that he was fine, standing up to slip the pants over his feet before pulling the waistband up where your fingers found the cord, tying it in a loose bow.

James’ body was malleable as the two of you settled into bed, with you curled into his chest you faced each other, drawing a single finger up and down his sternum.

“I really am proud of you baby,” You whispered, feeling as though if you spoke too loudly then it would disrupt the peace that had settled over the room.

“Just wanted to make you happy (Y/N),” He admitted quietly, his lips pressed into your scalp muffling his words slightly.

Throwing an arm around his waist you pulled your body even closer to his allowing you to rest your head up against his chest so that you could listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart inside of his rib cage.

The two of you laid there for so long, just absorbing the presence of the other person that you thought he must’ve fallen asleep for it was often difficult for the dark haired boy to stay silent for all that long. But as you pulled away slightly so that you could slip his glasses back off of his face so that he wouldn’t break them in his sleep you found hazel eyes staring back down at you.

“You’re not asleep,” Though your words were accusatory, your tone was not, more observational than anything.

“Neither are you,” Your boyfriend countered.

You giggled gently, “Touche.”

It was so easy to get lost in James’ eyes, that maybe you held eye contact for a few seconds, maybe for a few minutes, maybe for half an hour. But it broke as you let out a yawn, a give away to your state of exhaustion.

“M’tired too,” James said, smiling at how beautiful you looked, even mid yawn.

“We should go to bed,” You reasoned, though your eyes locked back onto his.

“Uh huh, probably,” He agreed, he too not breaking eye contact.

And though you were both exhausted you laid there, in each other’s arms, gazing into each other’s eyes, both of you refusing to be the one to shatter the intimacy of the eye contact and close your eyes first.

That was until James eyelids became too heavy with sleep for him to fight and they gently fluttered closed. Not a minute later he started emitting, soft snores and you knew he was asleep.

Craning your neck you pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose whispering to him softly, “I won.”

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Sweet Little Love.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Lil Angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence

Requested: nope

Summary: The Y/L/Ns are a well-off family in New York, and are good friends with Sam Wilson. One day Y/N is threatened by a stalker and needs a bodyguard, so Sam suggests Bucky. Bucky doesn't want to do it; the last thing he wants is to deal with a spoiled, bratty rich girl for a whole month. The only thing is, Bucky has terribly misjudged her and now he can't help falling in love with her.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! the last scene is just a small bonus crack!scene sjsjsjs lmao, enjoy!

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If there was one type of person Bucky liked, it was someone who was kind, polite, helpful and caring… and Bucky knew the person he was going to work for was going to be none of those things. "Sam, come on, man, I don't want to do this," Bucky groaned as he followed his best friend down the street. "I already promised, Bucky."

"Why did you?! I don't want to spend my whole day around spoiled little brats, they're the worst!" Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, number one: You have to look after only one person and number two: Why don't you just meet her once? Then you can decide for yourself, how about that?"

Bucky had been hired by one of Sam's friends, Mr Y/L/N, as a bodyguard for his daughter. He didn't know the daughter at all; but the one thing he was sure about was that she was going to be a pain in the ass for him, like in every single movie about rich girls and bodyguards. Mouthy, petty, sassy, rude…

He was in no mood to deal with someone like that.

Ms Y/L/N, he assumed, had been sent some threats over a week ago by a stalker and so the poor father was worried sick as he frantically searched for bodyguards. Sam was also informed and before he knew it, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was hired. To be honest, the Y/L/Ns were paying a lot so… since he had given up Avenging, the income would be great.

Plus, she only needed protection for around a month or so. Speaking of the daughter, how old was she even going to be? Maybe a child below 10? A rebellious teenager? Who knows? "Alright, stop here. She's supposed to be here somewhere, let me call Y/L/N." Bucky huffed and looked around the crowded streets as Sam contacted the father.

That's when his eyes landed on a lady. She was beautiful; wearing what looked like a tennis skirt and a university hoodie, along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a braid and she had a bright smile on her face. Bucky blinked twice and watched. Her body or clothes didn't catch his attention, but her actions sure did.

She was chatting with another, older woman who had coffee spilled all over her white tee. The young lady was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing the sweet child as the older woman hurriedly tried to clean her clothes. Through his super-soldier hearing, he caught their conversation. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this," the woman sighed.

"It's okay, ma'am, you are not a bother. You were clearly in need of help and you know how New York is…" Both women giggled. The older woman soon left with her child but the young lady continued standing there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Probably a boyfriend, Bucky thought.

"Why is he not picking up?!"

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam before looking over at the pretty lady again, who had started bouncing back and forth on her heels, glancing everywhere. That's when a loud wail echoed above the already busy street. The lady's eyes snapped towards the voice before she took off running towards a little boy who had tripped over.

The little kid was blond and scrawny, reminding Bucky of a little Steve. He smiled fondly at the memory. "Are you hurt, bubba?" Y/N asked the kid adoringly as she helped him stand. The boy's lower lip wobbled as he tried to hold his tears in but was unsuccessful. "Aw, come here…" Bucky gulped when the lady got on her knees and hugged the child.

She's so kind.

The kid hugged back just as eagerly, sobbing into her shoulder. Soon, two adults approached her; a gay couple, the parents of the kid. They, too, watched with appreciation as the lady easily calmed the kid down with her soothing presence. An involuntary smile bloomed on Bucky's face; if he was in that kid's position, he'd have stopped crying too. The lady was wonderful.

"Thank you so much, honey," one of the men grinned when the lady stood up, dusting her knees and giving the kid a smile. "Oh, it's not a problem! You know what?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "I always have some on me. I'm a big fan. You?" The boy giggled and eagerly accepted the candy.

"Steve, what do you say?"

Bucky almost laughed. The kid's name was also Steve? Amazing! "Thank you!" Steve exclaimed with a bright smile, making the lady laugh. "No problem! Have a good day!" She waved at the family of three before returning to her original place, standing outside a café. Bucky was enamored at this point.

"Any luck?" he drawled, glancing at Sam who shook his head. "That dick," he grumbled under his breath and Bucky grinned, getting back to watching the pretty lady but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around until he saw her crossing the road, an old man holding her arm with one hand as the other held his walking cane.

She was on his side of the street now, just a few feet away from him. "You are an angel, darling," the old man crooned as he patted her cheek, letting go of her arm once he was safely on the other side. An angel indeed, Bucky smiled to himself. "Oh, sir, I try…" she spoke bashfully, turning in his direction as the man left.

Bucky quickly averted his gaze, he didn't want to look like a creep. "Sam? Sam, is that you? Wilson!" Bucky froze at the lady's voice, her footsteps nearing the place where he and Sam were standing. Wait, is that...? Sam looked away from his phone, eyes lighting up as they landed on the lady. "Y/N? When did you arrive?" Bucky watched as they hugged.

"Been here for a long time, dad said you were going to introduce me to my bodyguard today. He's a good friend of yours, right?" Sam turned and motioned towards Bucky. He stepped forward. "Hi, I'm James Barnes," he introduced himself, holding his hand out. He couldn't believe he had called this angel a spoiled, rich brat.

I'm never gonna forgive myself.

"James, nice to meet you! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for doing this, I'm probably going to be a burden—" He immediately shook his head. "Oh, no no no, don't say that! I can tell we're going to be good friends." He winked and she couldn't help but giggle. Bucky didn't even correct her on the name, something about the way she said it made a shiver run down his spine.

"Well, um, do we start now, or…?"

"Your choice," he interrupted, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he stared at her, heart swelling with affection. "I already feel safe," she half-joked, "Start now. I have a few places to go to…" He was ready to follow her to Hell and back. "Of course." Both of them turned to Sam, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

If it were anyone else Bucky would've given him his infamous glare but Y/N? He was hoping for a connection. "You two enjoy your date— I mean, day. Anyway, what's up with your dad, girl, he's not picking up my calls." Bucky rolled his eyes at the slip up. "He's not? Maybe he's in a meeting. If you want you can go visit."

"Gonna do just that, tell him that his precious little daughter is in safe hands." Y/N looked at Bucky with a huge smile. "No doubt about that! It's getting late, I'll see you later!" Y/N started walking away and Bucky immediately followed with a nod towards Sam. "Hey, um, I saw you, you know?" he blurted out.

"Saw me? Doing what?" Y/N blinked. "You helping the lady with the child, the kid who tripped over— Steve, his name was? And the old man you helped cross the street. I just wanna say that was amazing. You're a great person, Y/N, I'm honored to be your bodyguard." She gasped softly and looked away, chewing her bottom lip as she grinned, cheeks heating up.

"Oh, um, it's just— I like to help people. It's how my parents raised me. Yeah, we might be rich but I'm not spoiled. Lots of people think that when I tell them I'm Mr Y/L/N's daughter. It hurts sometimes, you know? People just assume anything about you without even knowing you. That's why I try to be good. I don't want to be a bad person," she rushed out, unconsciously voicing all her insecurities.

Bucky's heart sank in his chest as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ugh, just saying this is gonna make me throw up but I assumed that too. I thought I was gonna work with a spoiled, rich brat. I was horribly, horribly wrong, I hope you can forgive me, doll." She turned to him, but she wasn't mad in the slightest. She even started getting a tiny crush on him, I mean, hey, the man is eye-candy. "It's fine! I forgive you, you didn't know."

"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have made assumptions, I feel like the biggest ass in the world," he scoffed, looking away from her. "James, please, it's okay. You know now, right? Don't feel bad! Why don't we stop for a coffee on the way?" How could he say no to that?

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2 weeks passed. Y/N and Bucky became incredibly close friends; Bucky went as far as revealing the truth about himself, how he used to be an Avenger, how he lost his arm, everything. What he didn't expect was her to cry at his story. "You did not deserve to go through that, they did you so dirty…" she sniffled and he hugged her like his life depended on it. It kinda did.

God, if he didn't fall in love the first time they met, he was definitely in love now. "Doll, I'm here now, aren't I? All good— well, maybe not all good." And his face broke into the biggest grin ever when he heard a chuckle from her. "I'm glad you're here." Just those 4 words and Bucky vowed that he was never gonna let her go.

"I'm getting coffee, you wait here. Don't go anywhere else."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Y/N laughed and he smiled back as he entered the café. Y/N stood outside, typing away on her phone when someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into the alley next to the café. She couldn't even scream, breathing was difficult with his hand around her neck.

"We finally meet, sweetheart." Oh, God, it was him. The stalker. Y/N whimpered, struggling to get out of his arms but he only tightened his hold on her. Bucky, Bucky please— Over time, Y/N had grown fond of Bucky. He still asked her to call him James, he said it felt good when she called him that. So she did.

He was so protective of her, almost like she was his girlfriend. He was also handsome; incredibly so, with his stormy blue eyes, his tall and broad figure and razor sharp jaw. His first priority was always her and it made her warm inside. She'd decided to ask him out at the end of the month, but it was looking a bit difficult now.

"Your bodyguard not with you today? What happened, lover's quarrel?" the man smirked tauntingly as Y/N's vision blurred due to lack of oxygen. She blinked back tears, crying again when he tightened his hold on her neck. "Scream all you want, sweetheart, no one's gonna hear it," he laughed.

"Try me."

The man's head whipped to the side only for Bucky's metal fist to connect with his jaw. He fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious at the first punch. Y/N slid down to her knees. Her hands went to her neck, coughing and dry heaving. "Doll? Doll, come here." Bucky felt immense guilt as he gathered her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his car.

He left her alone. That was the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. "James…" Y/N wheezed, curling closer to him when he tried to put her in the backseat. "Doll, you have to get in," he insisted but she shook her head. "Not without you. Please." Bucky sighed and got into the backseat, holding Y/N against his chest.

She was pretty shaken up. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He felt himself tearing up. "No… not your fault… you… coffee… I wasn't… phone…" Bucky handed her a bottle of water when she wheezed again. "Drink up, baby," he whispered as he held the bottle to her lips because she refused to let go of his sweater. After drinking some water her throat felt better.

"Don't go, please, I need you," she sobbed as she completely curled against him, wetting his sweater as she cried in his arms. "You will always have me, doll. I'm not going anywhere. Not again," he assured her as he rubbed her back, wiping his own tears away. All of a sudden, she pulled away and pressed her lips to his. "I love you."

He pulled her in for another kiss, fireworks exploding in his head at the confession. Only two weeks had passed but they were both sure about their feelings. "I love you too, doll. You're mine now, only mine," he groaned against her lips. "Only yours," she agreed, burying her face back in his shoulder as he pulled her impossibly close.

"You're not getting out of my sight ever again."

And he kept his promise.

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"And then I— where do you think you're going?" Sam blinked as Bucky abruptly stood up, eyes trained on his wife. She gave him a smile and walked out of the room, Bucky following her out like a puppy. "To the bathroom, Sam!" Y/N called out behind her and Sam turned to the parents, blinking in confusion as they roared with laughter.

"Why does she need him there?" Sam asked "Oh, haven't you heard? Bucky hasn't broken the promise he gave Y/N 6 years ago," Mrs Y/L/N explained vaguely. "What promise?" Mr Y/L/N laughed once more. "He told her she was never getting out of sight after the incident. And well…" Y/N and Bucky returned at the exact time as Sam made a face.

"Don't you get tired of him?" Sam groaned as Bucky sat down, pulling his wife on his lap. "Oh no no, it helps that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. They do not get tired of each other," Mrs Y/L/N shook her head with a fond smile. "It helps that he's handsome and aesthetically pleasing to look at," Y/N crooned, squishing her husband's cheeks as he laughed and swatted her hands away.

"Even in the bathroom?!"

"He stands outside as a guard," she shrugged. "Damn. Y'all are weird," Sam muttered, barely catching the book Bucky threw towards him. "Not weird. Just looking out for her, like I promised," he muttered, cheeks flushing. "You do know that the threat was 6 years ago, right? Six!" Sam threw his hands up.

"What if there's a new one?" Bucky countered exasperatedly. Sam only shook his head at the couple before a smile broke out on his face. "I've never seen a couple so in love. You two are cute," he commented as laughter filled the room. No more threats, no more danger.

Just a sweet little family and their sweet little love.

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