#im either too much or never enough. like woman PICK ONE

[butchkaramazov]

hate how i constantly have to prove my love towards my family. always gotta prove my reciprocation. new motivation to get out of here asap & get into college <3

[draconic-desire]

Gosh i just loved your Sunday fic.. 😫

Im wondering what about a naive type darling? With so much isolation, it has made darling insecure. Darling thinks Sunday deserves a better woman and just ups and leaves Sunday when he isnt home. But ofc is soon found not long after 😋

ohhhh so personally i imagine this happening after sunday uses the harmony one too many times on poor reader…you never saw it coming, never would have thought sunday would hurt you despite being isolated for so long. any thoughts you had about escaping, even going outside to see friends, are obliterated. sunday becomes your whole world.

Yan!Sunday x Naive!Gn!Reader

You’ve been standing in front of Sunday’s door, fist raised and poised to knock, for twenty minutes now.

For what feels like the millionth time, you lower your hand, worrying your lip.

He’s been in there all day. Sunday is a busy man, his schedule constantly filled with meetings and Family affairs, but never too occupied that he would ignore you for an entire day.

Your mind fears the worst; even those initial days of being drowned in the Harmony, before you realized Sunday was trying to help you adjust to your life with him, is preferable to this. Did you do something wrong? Who is he in there with? Is he ignoring you?

Has he…grown tired of you?

The mere thought chills your heart and fills your veins with ice as you take a step back, inhaling sharply.

The wooden door before you is polished to a fault, bright enough that you can see your faint outline. It bitterly reminds you of how inferior you are compared to him, a mere speck of dust, a fleeting shadow on the wall.

You start to spiral. Surely Sunday, the most handsome and sought after man in Penacony, could have his pick of anyone—so why would he settle on you? Why did he bring you here, trap you in this mansion, keep you by his side, if only to throw you away in the end?

Did he never love you?

Why does that thought hurt you so much?

Heart pounding and tears blurring your vision, you quickly turn and flee, your knock forgotten.

~*~

It has long grown dark on the streets of the Golden Hour.

The normally bustling city is slumbering, the only light provided by the plethora of flashing billboards that never sleep. The few individuals you have passed are either drunks stumbling home or the stray Intellitron. You’ve been walking aimlessly for hours, wiping away tears and fruitlessly searching for a way to escape to reality.

After all your time mulling in your sadness and insecurities, you have come to the conclusion that you should relieve Sunday of his care of you. He’s much better off without you, or rather with a better individual than you. He should be dating royalty, a celebrity, an angel. The type of person who would have knocked on that door, would have strutted confidently into his office and sat directly into his lap to—

Another pair of footsteps echo behind you.

You almost don’t hear them at first, but you most definitely see the haloed shadow on the wall in front of you.

“And where do you think you’re going, (Y/n)?”

You immediately freeze, your breathing becoming erratic and shallow. His voice sends little butterflies pounding against your chest, begging to fly to him.

“Do you really think this pathetic attempt to escape would succeed?” A hand wraps around your waist, spinning you around to meet golden eyes rimmed in violet. You expect them to be filled with anger, perhaps even loathing, but you’re shocked to discover they are brimming with nothing but thinly veiled panic.

His grip tightens when you don’t respond immediately. “Answer me, (Y/n).” His voice cracks as he says your name again. “Where have you been?”

Words clog in your throat. “I—I thought—you were—you didn’t want—”

“I’ve been searching everywhere for you. You weren’t thinking. I believed we had moved beyond your futile attempts to leave, that you understood that you are mine—”

“But what if I don’t deserve to be yours!”

The two of you freeze in the wake of your outburst. His breath hitches as you lower your head and whisper softly, “I thought you stopped loving me the same as I love you.”

For once, you’ve caught Sunday off guard. His beautiful gaze widens in shock as he truly takes in your form—shivering, tears rolling down your cheeks, nails digging into your palms—and realizes his mistake.

You left because you thought he didn’t want you.

The mere idea baffles him. Standing before him is the most beautiful individual he has ever seen. Every fiber of his being screams for him to lock you in a birdcage and throw away the key—you are a precious treasure, meant to sing only for him. He has created you to be the perfect devotee in his very image.

And all of his efforts have succeeded, because you said you loved him.

His anger and fear immediately melt into softness as he holds your face between both hands, his forehead lowered to press against yours. “Oh, darling, no. You cannot fathom the adoration I harbor for you, the multitude of praises I wish to preach each day in your name.”

His voice takes on a nearly holy reverence, but his eyes shine with an untamed desire. “There is nowhere you belong except for by my side. Finding you missing this evening nearly tore my heart out. You must never venture out again, do you understand, my precious dove?”

You sniff and lean into his touch, a smile parting the river of your tears. Yes, that’s right. That’s what the Harmony said before, too: your purpose is to please Sunday, to serve Sunday, to live for Sunday.

Why would you ever doubt his love?

Why would you ever want to leave him? What a silly idea.

You think you feel a tiny pull at the back of your mind, a hook that wants to tether you to reality. But a quick slash of a knife severs the line, leaving you floating in a sea of multicolored bliss.

“I’ll never doubt you again, Sunday. I love you.”

Sunday’s lips curl into a smirk as he lifts your chin and examines the rainbows dancing in your eyes. “I love you, too, (Y/n).”

[ch-4-eri]

Hi, I hope you had a good day

Can you write DI Jill x reader smut (age gap plz) that would contain SCISSORING (I'm tired of strapons I love pussies)

(Death island Jill is my favorite if she wont be in my bed on 14th February im gonna quit it)

Love your work!

I LOVE THIS REQUEST THANK YOU SOO MUCH!!

Jill X fem! Reader.

Warnings: mentions of trauma, slight angst, sad Jill, post death island Jill, scissoring, cursing. Smut, porn with plot, vanilla sex lowkey, Jill is much much older and reader is of legal age.

Word count: 1.7k

Guys I can fix her, I swear.

Your mom’s best friend had an almost near death experience at her job, which is almost every mission.

Jill Valentine has been your mom’s best friend for at least a good decade now, they both met at a support group and the friendship took off, surely a trauma bond lasts a lifetime.

As you both picked up the woman from the airport as she decided to unwind and forget about the horrible island she was talking about, in so little detail— knowing Jill for that long, she’s a woman of mystery, doesn’t say much but does say enough for you to grasp the full picture that lacks detail.

You were in the backseat as your mom drove— Jill staring outside the window with her beat up clothes, you’ve no idea if she liked ripped clothes or she’s just too busy to buy new clothes— either way, she was perfect, she smells nice and takes good care of herself, her almost greying hair perfectly trimmed and tucked behind her ear, she cuts her hair like a mother— not that she has kids, or even wants any.. which is fair.

Your eyes were taking in every detail about her, the way she was sitting, her hands calloused and placed atop her thighs as your mother was making conversation, dragging words out of her… barely so.

She turned to look at your mother which caused you to catch a glimpse at her nose, her blue eyes shining as the aging lines around her eyes were more prominent than last time you’ve seen, and before her visit to that island.

Jill felt eyes on her as she caught you staring, turning those to the backseat, giving you a half assed smile adults give to children and looking away, surely you’re no kid— but to Jill? It kind of doesn’t matter.

Deep down you’d take any kind of attention from her.

You always kicked yourself for thinking of that woman that way, Jill seems like the untouchable kind of woman— anyone’s lucky to even talk to her. you’ve no idea why she gives off that sort of energy… maybe because your mother is her only persistent friend outside of her job ones, and even so she barely talks, you’re curious, you wanna know more, and it grows to an attraction or even an obsession on your behalf.

Each time your mother brings her up, you’re tense, the hair on the back of your neck stands and your heart races, not even in fear, Jill was never threatening around you or your mother despite the training and whatever she’s capable of, and you know exactly what she can get away with.

But she’s a good person, and a good friend, and your mother loves her… so do you, except it’s a different kind of love, or maybe lust, a mere curiosity about the woman with decent intentions and morals, seeing it in her eyes as your mother insults a bad driver on the road and Jill just shushes her, she’s perfect, looks innocent even.

And you know she’s not, not even close.

You tossed and turned next to your mother in bed that night as you gave your room to Jill so she can rest on a bed instead of sleeping on the floor or the couch like she usually argues to do so.

And the thought of her sleeping on your bed is driving you crazy, your bed will smell like her, have her fucking perfect face on your pillows.

The overwhelming feeling made you sit up, not even in the mood to sleep at this point as your mind circled around the same thing, you wanted her.

To talk? Let her open up to you? Oh god she’s asleep on your bed.

And it’s like your legs had a mind of their own, you slowly got out of your mom’s bedroom, and closed the door— letting out a breath so heavy you felt your lungs shake.

Your room was right there, the door closed as Jill was right behind it, on your damned bed.

Your shaky hand was placed on the doorknob as you twisted the handle, allowing yourself to be creepy just this once as the desperation was eating you alive, making you feel smaller.

What if she gets mad? You never saw Jill angry, she’s incapable of being disrespectful like that, she’s too perfect, no matter how much she argues she isn’t.

You saw her awake and staring up at the ceiling, her gaze falling on you, and again; Jill would never be angry with you.

“Hi, sorry.. I just wanted something.” You lied, closing the door behind you.

“No worries.” Jill spoke up, the sound of her voice sending chills down your spine, you needed a fucking grip. “You alright?” You ask, not caring about the act of needing something from your bedroom at this point, what you wanted was her, to talk— to fuck— god anything.

“Just thinking.” Jill responds after a moment of silence, knowing she’s trying not to open up like usual, maintaining her secrets but still keeping a firm honesty— no matter how much it lacked, but you were so done with that, you wanted her to talk, say more, cry it out, anything.

You sat on the edge of the bed and faced her and she looked even more beautiful like this, wearing a gray tank top that barely covers anything, your eyes trying their hardest not to slip up, keeping them on hers instead.

“You can talk to me, you know?” You start, maybe just maybe this would get her to talk, it’s late and Jill looked vulnerable, worn out even. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Goddamn it, it was too close.

“Why not?” You found yourself arguing, were you that desperate? Perhaps, you absolutely were. Jill raised an eyebrow at your persistence, straightening back as she tilted her head. “Because, I don’t want to.” Jill replied, her tone firm like she needs you to stop arguing back if that’s what you were trying to do.

You gulped, you wanted to argue, wanted to tell her off, wanted to let her know she’s got you, that you were right here; anything.

“You should go to bed.” Jill ordered, her tone as firm as a moment ago, making you narrow your eyes in challenge.

“I don’t wanna go to bed, I know you wanna talk and I’m not leaving until you do.” You said, not sure what the hell’s gotten into you, and now Jill was starting to look pissed, a sight you haven’t seen before, maybe part of you was relieved you provoked her, maybe she’d say something, do anything.

She doesn’t say anything for now, you know she’s thinking something over in that head of hers, wishing you had a clue what the fuck it was. “Come here.” Jill gestured at you to come closer. Her fingers pointing at the bed, opening the blanket, her long legs exposed to your hungry eyes as you gulped.

“I said come here.” Jill repeats, her voice louder now, like she’s holding back yelling at you in the middle of the night. You obliged, unsure how you did so— all you could think about were her legs.

You came closer to her, crawling on the bed in front of her, watching the way her eyes studied you, her lips parted with anticipation as she grabbed your waist and brought you closer forcefully, feeling how strong her grip was, making you bite on your lip.

“Why are you suddenly so curious about it?” Jill asked, her fingers splaying themselves on your hip, keeping you close in such a strong grip and that’s just one hand.

“What do you want me to tell you?” Jill whispered, her other hand coming up to part your knees for her, gripping your thigh as she picked you up and brought you into her lap, like you weigh nothing. “That I’m so fucking tired; I’m so fucking sick of everything?” She whispered into your ear, her tone strained like she’s holding back the tears and the despair she’s felt for so so long.

“What do you want to hear?” Jill asked, her voice choked with tears. She wanted to cry but she refused to, her leg moving around your hip. Bringing you closer, her mouth placed near your neck. “I want you talk to me about it, maybe I could help—“

“You can’t help me doll.” Jill whispered, her breathing fanning your neck, her hands placed on your waist. “Nobody could.” She adds, positioning your middle on top of hers. Her hips slowly moving against yours, desperate for any kind of friction. “Jill—“ you gasped, catching a hold of her shoulders as you were both bumping against each other.

“Please doll just let me do this.” Jill begged, her hands gripping your hips hard as her clothed pussy was sliding up into yours, the fabric so wet as it bumped against her clit and made her bite into her lip, trying not to scream at the pent up feelings and frustrations, your eyes were glued to pussy, you wanted a taste, to feel her throb in your mouth, your pussy cumming at the friction as Jill moaned, her hands moving your hips with her full strength with both your panties soaked, Jill’s fingers moved in between you two and rubbed at both your clits, her breathing strained as she lifts her fingers up and shoves them into your mouth.

Seeking pleasure from the way you suck on her fingers, her other hand bringing your lower back closer as she chased her high, you had no idea your legs could do that, it was not a common position but it felt fucking amazing with your mouth full of Jill’s fingers and her pretty pussy fucking into your own, “come on— cum inside of me baby.” She urged, bringing your hip closer, pushing your pussy into hers. “Need you to cum inside of me.” Jill pants, too focused on her pretty eyes, mesmerised by her entire being, your noises were soft whimpers and whines as she got wetter at the sound of them.

“Jill—“ you called her name, your muscles spasming as you let out a choked gasp, your cum mixing with Jill’s as you both orgasmed at the same time, your foreheads pressed together and you both panted at the feeling, holding Jill’s shoulders while hers held your hips.

“I better not hear you ask anything else about me,” Jill requests, lifting your hips to get you off of her.

“You know enough doll, now trust me and get some sleep.” She says, slipping out of bed to get you cleaned up before you’d sleep. Leaving you dumbfounded and flustered.

[hoonvrs]

HOLD ME TIGHT — S. JAEYUN

req for 1k event!

PROMPT [ one, 19 ] picking up your partner and spinning them around in a hug to show them how much you missed them [ one, 20 ] aggressively cuddling your partner so they can't get out of bed

PAIRING jake x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS swearing

W. COUNT 0.6k

S. NOTE writing these aren’t helping my delusions

you hadn’t seen jake for almost two weeks now. your schedules just didn’t seem to make enough time for either of you recently, him with his idol duties and you with your university obligations.

its simple to say you both missed each other. a lot.

once the stars aligned perfectly, the second you both found a break in-between your hectic lives you both made plans.

what better is there to do with the man you love that you hadn’t seen for too long than a date at home where you can both be openly clingy, or more you. jake has never been shy to show affection towards you no matter where or who he is with. 

it was easy to decide to have the date at your apartment, you didn’t want to share your boyfriend with six other men for a single second, they’ve already seen him enough. 

when you heard the doorbell ring, you sped to the door opening to find the blonde puppy you’d been missing dearly. you ran into his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck before feeling your feet lifted off the ground, “jake!”

the giggly boy continued to spin you both in circles, “i missed you so, so much baby!” 

“i missed you too!” you finally feel him put you back down, quickly pulling on his collar to give him a peck, quietly laughing as he tried to chase after your lips. “come in, we have the whole day.”

“if im being honest, i don’t want to do anything today except cuddle.” he smiled, grabbing your waist to sway you two together.

“you read my mind,” you grabbed his arm, pushing him onto the couch where you had already prepared snacks and blankets with a list of movies you were planning to ‘watch’ ( or where you and jake talk using the tv as background noise. )

being able to finally talk to each other face to face and be able to feel each other was different to the phone calls you squeezed in every now and then.

this felt better, closer. 

catching each other up on new things in your respective lives, telling him about the new gossip from your uni group even though jake has never met them a day in his life without caring for the time.

“oh shit, it's almost midnight.” he whispered under his breath, looking at the missed calls and messages on his phone, “i need to go, love.”

you tightened your hold around him rendering him unable to get up, “no, stay here with me,” you whined, you weren’t ready to be away from him again for a long time, “and you said you don’t have anything important tomorrow either.”

huffing, he still tried to pry your arms from around him, “babe come on, i promise i'll come see you when i have another free day.”

not feeling your hold loosen any time soon, jake slowly stopped trying to fight against it even though he was barely putting in any effort before. “if you really loved me you’d stay here.”

“you’re manipulating me!” he exclaimed, pointing a finger at your face whilst you tried to hide in the nook of his neck.

“be a man and make a decision!”

you could see him from the little slip past his collarbone opening his phone and sending a message to a contact that looked awfully a lot like a cat. “you’re a horrible woman.”

“and you’re a horrible man, that’s why were perfect for each other,” you laughed, pulling him in for a kiss knowing you won, “so what’s you’re decision?”

“don’t act like you don’t already know!” he grabbed you, surprisingly pulling you closer than you were before. “now get back to cuddling me or watch me leave right now.”

“okay, you big baby.”

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[honeybeefae]

Valentine's Mini Fic // Rhysand

Please idk why these fics have started off with angst but I guess im just a sucker for a little hurt and comfort. Either that or I enjoy the drama lol! Enjoy the second mini-fic featuring our favorite High Lord! < 3 

WARNINGS: None

Trope: Fling Turns Into Something More

Sneaking around with a High Lord’s son was thrilling and dangerous, never knowing what exactly you would get led into but always willing to jump head first. Rhysand and you had met during a night out in Velaris, with both of you being almost too drunk to remember going home with each other. 

However that next weekend you both ended up in the same bar, with the same people, and for the last two months you’ve been seeing each other almost every other day. He had made it clear that it was a fling, never staying the night and never crossing the line from casual to something more.

And you couldn’t lie…the longer you saw him, the harder it got. You knew, you knew, you couldn’t have him. He was the next ruler of the Night Court, destined for greatness, and you were just one of his subjects. Your family wasn’t affluent in the political world, you held no real power.

It was doomed from the start but you couldn’t resist him. He had you from the moment he called you “Darling” in that deep, smooth tone. You were head over heels for a man who would forget you as soon as he ascended to his full potential. Reality was a hard pill to swallow but you’d rather have small moments than nothing.

Tonight was no different as you waited at the bar, swirling a cocktail around and around as your eyes kept glancing to the entrance. He was late but you didn’t stress, finishing the rest of your glass while making small conversation with the bartender.

But after your third drink and still no signs of him, you got worried. Had something happened? Was he in trouble? The questions were swirling around in your tipsy mind as you slid out of the barstool and manuevered through the crowd to get outside.

The cold air wrapped around you like a caress, sobering you up some as you started to look around for Rhys. There were small groups scattered across the road and alleyway but none of them had him lurking within them. You frowned and continued down the street, trying to convince yourself that everything was okay.

“Oh come on Rhys, you wouldn’t have entertained me this long if you weren’t interested.”

You stopped in your tracks when you heard the sultry voice say his name, a terrible feeling growing in your stomach as you continued to listen.

“Sarra, darling-” Rhysand grunted, trying to get around her as you got closer. You could make out two figures, one much smaller than the other, pressed against a brick wall. The lamplight above your head provided just enough light to watch as her long, red nails ran down his chest.

“Don’t give me that look, darling. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you…I know you’ve missed me.” Sarra purred, molding her body against his. It made you physically sick.

Rhysand wasn’t yours, he never was, you told yourself that every single night…so why did it feel like your heart was bleeding out onto the wet cobblestone? 

A sob was trying to work its way out of your throat as you stepped back, scuffing your shoe and drawing the attention of the male who, for the first time since meeting, you did not want to see.

“Y/N?” Rhys called, furrowing his brows. You drew in a shaky breath and shook your head, cursing as a tear fell while you started making your way back home. 

“Damn it, Y/N! Y/N!” He shouted, pushing off the woman without a care and following after you. The people in the streets were watching, whispering to each other, but he didn’t care. “Y/N, stop!”

You ignored him, the image of the two of them burned into your eyes as you picked up the pace. It was only a few more steps to your door and luckily the streets were becoming more crowded, making losing him easier. 

But just as you unlocked your door and slipped inside, you felt a cool breeze wisp past you at the same time the smell of citrus hit your nose. A loud sigh blew past your lips as you shut the door, turning to glare at the next High Lord with all the contempt you could muster. 

However, when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on the back wall, you looked pitiful instead. 

“What you saw out there-” Rhysand began but you held up your hand, closing your eyes briefly to take a deep breath.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Rhys.” You whispered, removing your shoes and coat. “I mean, you said from the start that this was casual. It’s silly of me to expect loyalty for a casual fling, right? We were always both free to do, to see whoever we wanted.”

His jaw was clenched as you brushed past him to your kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to calm down your racing heart. This was probably the last time you were going to see him and despite your true feelings, you didn’t want to end this on a bad note.

“Y/N…” He tried again, frowning as your hand shakily brought the glass of water to your lips. “That woman was someone I used to see, I was on my way to you when she stopped me.”

“Rhys, please,” You asserted, staring down at the counter. “I told you I understood. You can go back to her, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Are you?” 

The question, the sincerity in his voice, it broke what little resolve you had left. Why did he care? What did it matter anymore? You should’ve told him to leave, should’ve never gotten so involved with him.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as wave after wave of emotions washed over you. Rhys knew, his concern growing as the silence stretched and you didn’t so much as blink. He cautiously walked over to you and gently grazed your shoulder, calling out to you, and the dam holding everything back cracked.

“Why do you care?” You snapped, whirling around with hot tears stinging your eyes.  “This entire relationship you made it clear it was never more, that it could never be more. What do my feelings matter to you?”

“They have always mattered to me. How could you think they didn’t?” He insisted, pinning you between the counter and his body so that you couldn’t escape. “Do you think me that cruel?”

“I think of you as a High Lords' son, the future ruler of the Night Court. I think of us, of all the nights where you’ve left me alone after we’ve had our fun, and I think of how naive I am to wish for more.” You replied, the truth heavy on your tongue as you made eye contact with him for the first time that night. “My feelings shouldn’t matter to you. I knew what this was when I got into it. I knew one day it would come crashing down, that it might destroy me, and I thought I could handle it.”

Rhysand’s eyes filled with pain, his thumb brushing away a tear that was rolling down your cheek. You wanted to push him away, not wanting to fall any deeper in love but your heart knew you were already at rock bottom. 

“I wish I could say this was a mistake but despite how much I’m hurting…I know I will never regret knowing you, Rhysand. If this is how our story ends, if this is goodbye, please end it happily.”

You steeled yourself for the goodbye, biting down on the inside of your lip to try to keep yourself from breaking until he was gone, but were taken off guard when he bent down and claimed your lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

His hands landed on your waist, his chest warm against yours as your lips molded perfectly against his own. You couldn’t stop your arms from wrapping around his neck, savoring his unique taste and the comfort his embrace brought you.

The two of you stayed locked together for several moments, time seeming to stop around you until he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. 

“Do you think I could kiss someone like that if I didn’t harbor feelings for them as well, Y/N Darling?” Rhys breathed into your ear, drawing small circles into your hips. “What we have between us��it has grown into something that has consumed my every waking moment. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you but I was afraid…”

“Afraid?” You questioned, your heart soaring at his words. It felt like this was all a dream but if it was, you didn’t want to wake up. You would gladly stay in this dream world with him forever. “Afraid of what?”

“What being mine would entail, the danger of my world.” His breath was warm against your cheek, those violet eyes staring into your soul. “I had half convinced myself you were better off without me…until I realized that I have been falling for you since the night we first met.”

Your hand came up and cupped his cheek, a small laugh bubbling out of your chest at the absurdity of his statement. Rhysand, the next ruler of the Night Court, was in love with you? You were truly going to have to pinch yourself all over.

“You cruel thing, do not laugh at me.” He smirked, tilting your chin up so he could look at you. 

“I’m not laughing at you, my lord.” You teased, gazing up at him through your lashes. “I’m laughing at this situation, I feel like I’m in a dream.”

“Well, I can promise you that you are not. Perhaps we can go upstairs and I can show you just how awake you are?” 

You grinned, rolling your eyes at his antics. The rollercoaster of emotions you had just been on had you feeling fatigued but you couldn’t resist his offer. There was just one thing you needed to hear again.

“Perhaps…but I want to hear you say it again.” You asked softly, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. 

Rhysand smiled lovingly, lifting you onto the counter so you were eye to eye. “Y/N Darling…I love you.”

Your heart was on its way to bursting out of your chest as you captured this memory in your brain, knowing you would replay it for the rest of your life. You kissed him fiercely, mumbling the same words back to him between kisses, as he carried you up the stairs and into bed.

[jqmalikhsgib]

sea view

three

tigger warning: mention of suicide. please do not read if it will trigger you. i want you all to be aware and safe. this is just a filler chapter. just know if you’re ever struggling im here to listen! love each and everyone of you <3

harry would never understand how some men can’t comprehend how women’s bodies are the most magical and beautiful thing in the entire world. the masculine, macho men who think all women should do is cook and clean, it’s insane!

women give so much to men. they literally carry their babies for them for months, nearly an entire year before officially giving birth to them. it’s the most beautiful and selfless thing they could do.

harry’s grateful for his wife! you’ve given birth to three—maybe more in the future—of his babies. he couldn’t ask for a better woman to be by his side.

after giving birth to hayden, harry picked up the slack around the house. he made sure the kids got up for school, made them breakfast, cleaned around the house, even made sure you got as much rest as you needed!

you didn’t understand how lucky you’ve become with a husband like harry. sure, the two of you had shit in the past, but you worked it out and now you’re both doing so well. you’ve heard and read plenty of stories about someone else’s partner not being their for them or helping out when it came to their kids and household duties. you would never understand how one could treat their girlfriend, boyfriend, husband, or wife like that!

sure, harry wasn’t perfect. he’d done some pretty shitty things in his earlier career, but he’s never neglected your children. he’s always been an amazing father. you knew no matter what had happened to you and harry, if you would have gotten a divorce years ago, he’d be there for his babies. for that you loved him!

sure, he’s doing the bare minimum. but you give credit where it’s due because some men don’t do shit!

“hi, hayden! can’t believe you’re already two weeks old. you’re gonna be daddy’s best friend, huh?” harry coos at his son.

he couldn’t get enough of his son being in the world. he loved all his children so much! harry didn’t know what he’d do if he wasn’t a dad.

“daddy, we’re home!”

“who’s that, baby? is that your big brother and sister? yeah! they’re back from school. let’s go say hi, huh?”

harry heads downstairs. he spots his daughter heading for the cabinet for a small snack while his son sat at the table and started his homework.

“how was school, pay-pay?”

“it was so cool, daddy! misses lane made us draw our favorite things! i drew you on stage.” payton hands her father the drawing.

harry smiles happily. payton was definitely artistic. she could already draw really well for a seven year old.

“this is good, baby! im gonna hang it on the fridge.”

“where’s mamma, daddy?”

“she’s resting, baby. remember what i told you? mamma needs all the rest she can get. she just had your baby brother so she’s gonna be extra tired. did you need something from her?”

payton hums.

“maybe i can help?”

“well, all the kids at my school talk about having two grandmas. mama said grandma rose died when she was young. how’d she die, daddy? mamma never told me.”

harry eyes widened. he didn’t expect her to ask that. he honestly didn’t know if he should answer or wait for you to wake up and tell her. corbin looks at his father with a bit of a sad smile. he knew how difficult it was for you to talk about. it’s one of the reasons why corbin never asked either. he didn’t want to upset you.

payton was still young. she didn’t understand too much. she was getting older nonetheless, it made sense as to why she was curious.

“oh, baby. nana rose, she was an amazing woman to your mama. she just—she was really sick,”

“like the sniffles?”

harry shakes his head. “it was a different kind of sick. you know when you’re sad sometimes?”

“mhm!”

“well, nana rose was sad all the time. it made her really really sick and she—well the bad thoughts she had ended up killing her, baby.”

payton didn’t understand too much. corbin got it right away. he felt really bad for his mom. you were barely six years old when she apparently ended her life. he could only picture a six year old you crying in his grandfathers arms, confused to what happened to your mom. his heart broke for you. corbin wouldn’t know what to do if you ended your life. he’d probably blame himself for a long time. thinking he wasn’t a good son.

“does mamma have photos of grandma?”

“she does! im sure if you ask really really nice she’ll show you, yeah?”

payton hums before pulling out her own homework. harry walked back upstairs to put his son down. he sighs as he thinks about the conversation he’d just had with your seven year old.

“dad?”

harry turns around. he sees corbin give him a sad look.

“why didn’t mom tell me?”

harry grabs his son hand. “she likes to talk about the good memories she had with her mother. talking about how sick she was makes her sad.”

“what—what happened?”

“your nana loved her babies, don’t get confused! your mom talks about how much she adored her six beautiful kids, how she’d read to them at night, make their sandwiches into different kind of shapes, sing to them, dance with them, make them laugh. but she was broken inside. she was diagnosed with schizophrenia when she was thirteen. ever since she was in and out the hospital. when she was sixteen she met your grandpa. it was love at first sight! in a way, he helped her a lot, just by being there. her medication was working better, she opened up a lot more to her therapist, she laughed more. she was starting to become herself again. but when she had your uncle ryan, that’s when things turned bad again. she’d now been a mom of four and your grandfather, though a great man, worked pretty much all day and night. this led her to a dark path once more. by the time she had your mom, she’d been in and out of the hospital more times than you could count. she ended up having an accident, she hurt your mom. it was accidental, but this sent her over the edge. your grandmother thought it was best and safer for her and her family to end her life.”

“how’d she hurt mom?”

harry bites his bottom lip.

“you notice that scar on your moms back?”

“the big gash?”

“yeah, your grandma had an episode and cut her pretty deeply. your mom had to undergo surgery and everything. she lost a lot of blood but obviously she survived. it broke your grandmas heart.”

corbin heart breaks even more.

“can i—can i go and hug mom? i know she’s sleep, but—”

“sure kid! go!”

corbin nods before heading to your bedroom. he sees you sitting up with a book in your hand. he goes to hug you tightly.

you were surprised but hugged him back. “what was that for?”

“just love you, mom!”

you smile hugely.

“love you too, kid!

[luffysprincess]

AMIRAAA i am here for your game if it’s still open hehe ‎⭐️

im sending in for Wriothesley and i ‎( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

- i didn’t really like him at first, he was a little too brutish and rough for me

- before we got together he would make a little bit of frost with his vision and make snowflakes fall into my hair so he had an excuse to touch me and brush them away with his fingers…and he still does this tbh :’)

- he is surprisingly good and gentle with kids and that’s something that started to sway my heart towards him before we started dating

- he likes to pick me up…whether it’s throwing me over his shoulder, or bridal style, or hugging me and spinning me around in the air !

- we love to go on picnics together, go to the beach, and shop a little when he’s on the surface

- we are actually a pretty affectionate couple >////< very handsy and he doesn’t really mind pda (i however get shy haha)

i hope this is okay and enough ♡ tysm love !!

⌱ TITLE: A Cursed Love

⌱ GENRE: Romance, Fantasy, Historical Fiction

⌱ PREDOMINANT TROPE(S): cursed fate, one sided enemies to lovers

⌱ SYNOPSIS:

Princess Gray has been cursed since birth to freeze anyone she touches but all she’s wanted her whole life was to find true love, which becomes an issue when she becomes of age. Despite being widely loved and sought out for her beauty, she struggles to find her one true love when her suitors either run away, confess to wanting to use her power, or fall victim to the effects of her curse.

In comes the Duke of the North, Duke Wriothesely, who aggravates the princess. Due to certain circumstances, Gray learns he may be the only man alive immune to her curse. But the very next morning she learns he remembers not a thing of the night before. So how will she get the Duke to trust her enough so that she may touch him again? More importantly, will she be able to find true love with the what she deems the bane of her existence?

⌱ ADDITIONAL PLOT POINTS:

As a result of sabotage, Duke Wriothesely is drugged so he ends up getting a little too flirty with the princess when he sees her walking out the lavatory, saying things an honorable man would never speak to a woman. In turn, Gray quite literally slaps him, but she notices too late that she’s gloveless (they’d been forgotten in the lavatory). However, Wriothesely never freezes to ice, just laughs and walks off in his drugged state.

Gray goes to sleep confused that night bc he’s the first person immune to her curse but he’s such an asshole. However when she meets him the next morning in the hospital wing, she learns from the nurse that he was not at fault for last nights behavior.

Still, after talking to him, she learns that (1) he’s still a little bit of an asshole (with how much of a flirt he is) and (2) that Wriothesly remembers nothing from that night.

Wriothesely was drugged with a new substance that makes people say what they never would. My point here is that wrio would never ever have any subconscious thoughts that were rude and disrespectful to women. But the drug made him do it.

He fell first and harder.

The moment Gray fell for him was when the Duke confessed his love and while confessing removed her gloves and maneuvered her hands to cup his face be he no longer cared if he’d freeze. He’d take dying over never knowing what Gray’s embrace feels like.

First kiss happens when Wriothesely learns he isn’t an ice block despite Gray touching him. Happens on page 458.

⌱ AESTHETIC:

[r1caner]

is this a safe space to admit that I hate Henry Cheng.

like probably more than I've hated any other fictional character that isn't intentionally an antagonist.

FIRST OF ALL. lets just get it out of the way. ill acknowledge im a freak about bluesey so bluechengsey and it's rampantness makes me want to kill myself.

BUT. I just hate that bitch I don't know he feels like a watered down more dickish version of gansey.

Plus the way he was written im not the biggest fan of but its not his fault. I won't hold it against him but it doesn't mean I love him for it either.

idk I feel like he was introduced sort of late and he was so unnecessary.

Plus I just have such a bone to pick that blue actually likes him. her ass isn't going to the next town over with that bitch much less Venezuela. I feel like she was just written to like him because what? he helped her and the group? because hes sort of like gansey?

the thing about gansey and blue is that gansey is the OPPOSITE of what blue would like, and what she THINKS she would like. that's why the transition from her liking Adam to gansey is so significant. Adam is who she's expected to like because hes like her. because its what she thought, too. but gansey has a way of surprising people, sneaking up on them with his goodness.

actually, genuinely liking gansey happens because of the small things that make him him. and it happens pretty slow. she only really finds things she's fond of or interested in about him most of the way through the first book. halfway through the second she's only acknowledging he has a nice mouth and he's one of her raven boys. in the same way that RONAN is (who she is never romantically involved with and only [at least at that point] barely friends with [which makes me upset more Ronan blue scenes!!!!!]) and of course she's starting to harbor romantic feelings for gansey but like. of Course she is. curse and their mutual understanding of wanting to see more and be more and their connections with magic and each other that they're building.

and you expect me to believe Blue starts liking Henry (now I mean this in the way of liking him enough to be friends with him but it can also be interpreted romantically because its even MORE crazy and extreme [IN A BAD WAY] in that sense) after like two times of meeting him and one of those being at a stupid fucking toga party with a bunch of dickheads? Nah. she only went to that and imo only enjoyed herself because of gansey. because that's his effect.

its the things that make gansey gansey that draws blue to him. its his passion about glendower and doing what's right - his whole fucking quest for glendower came to him because he was told it as he was dead/dying/coming back to life, because he felt there was an injustice that his life was given to him while another was unfairly taken. he has this passion that makes him who he is, which is so probably what sets him apart from the freaks at aglionby.

(sidenote - everything about what gansey has experienced makes him the version of himself that he is which is why it's hard to believe he would be the way he is in any other scenario or universe. the things we go through change us, especially when those things include dying and being met with terrifying forces of energy and magic. Helen turned out okay but also she is older than he is and I hate to say it a woman. Not to be a crazy man hater but lets be real I feel like we would all be worse people had we been obscenely rich teenage boys surrounded by the likes of kavinsky and those people. could easily be terrible.)

gansey is imperfect and he fucks up a lot but it's not out of some insistence to be like the other boys he's around. hes just kind of dumb. so intelligent but so dumb. he's rich and he's 70 in a 17 year old body and he's overly friendly and polite and sounds like old money and doesn't really understand anything else. its the way he is and its so GANSEY like there's no other way to describe it. he is gansey and he is so interesting. because of how he hides himself because of how he is a million things at once at how he can not grasp what exactly to do or say but be so understanding because of his kindness because of his passion. that's why blue likes him, that's why basically everybody likes him. and gansey likes everybody, talks to everybody, so he likes and talks to Henry.

but why would the rest of them, ESPECIALLY blue?

Henry is just that watered down, less interesting version of gansey - intelligent but dumb, rich and overly friendly - but without all of the things that make him interesting or good. hes loud and not in a fun way. hes in your face and hes helpful but it doesn't suddenly make him less annoying or more enjoyable to be around. and especially consider the people he surrounds himself with lol. he didn't have a great upbringing (as far as I remember) BUT REMEMBER WHO RAISED ADAM FUCKING PARRISH LIKE BE FOR REAL.

it makes no sense that blue would like him. Like sure hes not a dirtbag like some other raven boys, like kavinsky or anybody. but hes not one of blue's boys.

idk it really irks me when people include him in gangsey OR WORSE replace Noah with him. Grinds my freaking gears. Noah's my guy my boy

but I don't know im in the process of rereading so maybe ill miraculously like him when im reintroduced ( ijbol🤣!).

[femmesandhoney]

I'm jealous of how many of you on radblr have like good enough moms. Mine was like beyond fucking abusive and I definitely got some internalized misogyny as a result.

And I'm not like trying to play trauma olympics or whatever, like I'm really not. I just see how a lot of you get this female solidarity thingy from your moms, and how much you love her and how much she scarcified for you and all that.

I can't relate to any of these things, the only person that tried and like fought for me was my dad so when you go on about your misandry I just feel so?? Idk i just dont have that anger in common with you.

And no this is not me saying that my dad is "one of the good ones", or that misandry is an overreaction to male oppression. I really need you to know that I don't have any bad intentions w this message.

This is kinda rambly. My US visa got approved today like 1 hour ago, and I only got 30 mins of happiness before she ruined everything.

I'm honestly glad it's at least over it was such a hassle. So yay I guess

Oh anon :( i don't think many people here have good relationships w their moms in a fantastic peas in a pod way. I love my mom, but she also fucked me up in many ways too. Everyone has various relationships w their mothers and the good parts people share here are likely not at all a good picture to compare yourself to either.

And there are definitely plenty of women here or whom we all know with terrible mothers. Women aren't immune to being bad parents and bad people just bc theyre women, obviously. One of my best friends growing up was raised by her dad and her mother was horrible. She was an alcoholic and never sent them to school. Her dad fought for custody of her and her brother, and he raised and loved them well. I would never try to defend her mother just bc shes a woman, she was an insanely horrible person and mother. Thats just an example of, like duh, there are fine fathers out there. Not every woman grows up w perfect moms. I think the idea that there's a way to be a perfect mother is also stupid, theyre people just like us. So i wouldn't necessarily be jealous of anyone. Even the "best" mom or dad will fuck up their kid in some way, thats just how being a parent works i think.

Im not sure what u mean about the misandry thing tho. We don't necessarily bond over our hatred of our fathers or our commonality of good mothers. Often we talk about how shitty men around us are yeah, which often will be immediate figures like fathers or male family, but misandry is about like all men being quite shitty a lot of the time in various ways lol? You don't gotta like start hating ur dad specifically when u start recognizing the patterns of male depravity and shittiness in the world 💀 i mean u could, but like no one is saying plz start hating ur dad if u have no real reason to. theres plenty of other shitty men to hate take ur pick lmao

[thikutube]

log — [12]

js yapping, really

This is either gon be really long or really short!!

First of all!!

NEW WIP PICTURE!! — what r they listening to you ask?

...

This.

Yes this was unnecessary. Anyway, here's explanation why I like those songs because I wanna yab.

— My kind of Woman ～ is there any person who actually dislikes this song atp? — Sweater Weather - Instrumental ～ no the instrumental is so much better, change my mind (you can't) — this feeling ～ hella relaxing wdym — Cry ～ so you're telling me you haven't listened to this once? Liar. (/nm) — Goth ～ the gacha edits... — Main Title ～ GAME OF THRONES. GAME OF THRONES. GAME OF THRONES — yes to heaven ～ "I've got my eye on you. I've got my eye on you. Say yes to heaven.. say yes to me..?" I love this bit and it reminds me of something I can't quite put my finger on — Where's my love ～ often use this when writing angst:P listened to this song on a daily basis when I broke up with my first love — Meet you at the Graveyard ～ "You lost your battle, life was hell. But I was always beside.. how can't you tell?.." ... — Need 2 ～ idk this just reminds me it's okay to leave toxic people I guess (even tho I can't lul) — Killswitch Lullaby ～ just relaxes me, no other reason. — Answering machine ～ js does something to me that.. idk. It's not relaxing but it's.. comforting — Mr. Rager ～ "You never see them too long on the ground – You wanna be one of them? Yeah. You wanna be one of them? Yeah." & "Hey, Mr. Rager! Mr. Rager? Tell me where you're going! Tell us where you're headed! I'm off on the adventure. Mr. Rager! Tell me some of your stories, tell us of your travels!!" This doesn't need a explanation, does it? — milk cassette ～ comfort song — I'm a Mess ～ weird but...:P lol this is literally a comfort song that makes me hate myself 😭 I still love it, soooo 👉👈 — Angels ～ "Oh God I'm going insane! Chasing after you- please don't leave me..!!" Toxic relationship vibes. — Digital hallucination ～ I may be weird but anyone else loving this song with their life? — Doktorspiele ～ Yes I know the meaning of this song, so what? — Stress Relief ～ Shush, but this reminds me of Star, in a good way — And I'd go a thousand miles ～ just because some friend told me this once:] — Superhelden ～ It's a German song. My dad enjoys German music. I guess. That's.. I... Uh...:3 — Nakakapagpabagabag ～ Star loves vocaloid, I gotta pick up smth from talking to them everyday — THE MEAT GRINDER ～ The animation memes. I still loves this so much — Action Winter Journey ～ that one weird FNaF phase — 4ÆM ～ songs with this vibe are amazing. — Dying ～ Something stays from every phase I had. Gacha. I'm still in that. — Chemical Burn ～ Ngl I got this recommended in my priv playlist and now I'm just vibing with it — 888 ～ "HAHAHAHHA XD boing!! ^.^" — Antarctica ～ "Get the f-ck away from me! I hate all of you faithfully!! This world was never made for me." no explanation needed — Friends ～ nostalgic. Actually, the first actual gacha vent I made was to this "what the hell are we?" — Halls Of Illusions ～ AND YOUR DEATH COMES WICKED, PAINFUL AND SLOW- Literally the best song for one of my OCs^^ — Closer ～ now come on. — Судно (Борис Рижий) ～ worst part about this is, that's a comfort song of mine..:3 — ラビットホール ～ unsure why I even like this ngl — On My Way ～ I sung this with my first ever partner alot:( — im so delusional ～ yes. — knife play ～ >////< — LET THE WORLD BURN - Sped up ～ "I shouldn't have fallen in love, look what it made me become" I relate — Orquestra Maldita ～ I just like:> — Hey Baby ～ HEY BABY GIRL WHAT YOU DOING TONIGHT?! I WANNA SEE WHAT YOU GOT IN STORE!! YOU'RE GIVIN IT YOUR ALL WHEN YOU'RE DANCIN ON ME!! I WANNA SEE IF YOU CAN GIMME SO MORE!! YOU CAN BE MY GIRL I CAN BE YOUR MANNN- okay. Enough. — Back in school ～ I love Mother Mother. This song especially is great. Should be more known ngl — bad idea! ～ it was a bad idea>p<

Yeah I hope you enjoyed reading all that guys:3

Now!!

WOULD ANY IF Y'ALL BE INTERESTED IF I'D PUBLISH MY OTHER WRITING... NOT JUST BOT OPENINGS BUT ALSO OTHER SHI I WRITE??!!😭😭

[specialgrades]

OKAY SO UH... IVE HAD THIS IDEA FOR A WHILE BUT IM NOT A WRITER SO-

okay so like bottom male reader, who is dating sukuna, but sukuna has been a bad boyfriend so you and gojo want to mess around with him a bit.. you both restrain him in his sleep and gojo and fucks you while all sukuna can do is sit there and watch.

nonnie ur brain, massive

sukuna x bottom!male reader x gojo

warnings: non-consensual cucking, nipple play, breeding, pet play if you squint

monogamy was not in sukuna’s vocabulary. he had no concept of sharing and yet, had a different woman or man on his arm at any given moment. it was fine for him to whore around, but none of his pets.

he'd consider you one of his favourites- not that he'd ever say it to your face. a small curse user who worked with the jujutsu sorcerers in tokyo. he found you absolutely divine (once again, something he would be caught dead saying out loud). then why in the world did he treat you the way he did?

sukuna put the possess in possessive. you were his, nothing more. he didn’t pamper you or shower you in love. his form of showing his appreciation was fucking you unconsious. lately, that stopped being enough. don’t get it twisted, the dick game was amazing. but was it worth the harshness he treated you with?

gojo, your friend since you started at the school years ago, had just about enough. he cared about you so much, and watching sukuna treat you that way and then hear your whorish moans at night was getting to him. maybe if sukuna got it through his thick skull what a treasure he had under his thumb, he’d treat you better.

it started out with flirting. you always blushed and stuttered whenever someone complimented you, gojo was no exception. he lived for the cute way you’d hide your face when he complimented you on the smallest things.

he started hanging out with you more, alone. sukuna barely noticing you’re gone for a while there. it wasn’t until gojo literally shoved it in his face how happy he made you. the worst part was sukuna knew he couldn’t do shit about it, in his current state he lacked the power needed to wipe gojo satoru off the face of this earth. he couldn’t kill you either, that’d hurt him in more ways than he’d like to admit. what was he going to do, order you to stop working at the one place that guaranteed he’d see you every day?

sukuna responded to this by making it even more obvious you were his cocksleeve. your limp and bruises didn’t go unnoticed. not at all the reaction gojo was looking for.

finally, he stepped it up. a romantic (if you could call it that) walk around the campus and doing a bit more than just friends do before stumbling into his room. it was perfect, and he got to indulge. your moans as he forced his tongue in your mouth made his pants significantly tighter than they were before. you didn’t even notice the quiet man in the corner of the room when gojo tossed you on the bed.

“you're all flushed, (Y/N).” he stated, grazing his lips over your red cheeks. “yeah i-i wonder why.” you stuttered, gripping his button down as his lips trailed to your neck.

sukuna never treated you with this much love and care. it was a breath of fresh air, and you were getting high off of it.

sukuna watched you arch into gojo when he bit your neck, his hand pushing your shirt up- no. that's sukuna’s shirt. if it weren't for the gag he'd scream at the two of you, only garbled sounds muffled by your pants and soft moans as gojo practically worshipped your body. not a single place didn't feel his lips or his fingers.

you were hot. suddenly the clothes you we're wearing were too much. gojo sensed this and helped you tug off your shirt. he waited on the pants until his mouth got down to tug the zipper with his teeth. the lewd display made you ache for him, for gojo.

“what's got you so worked up, puppy?” you whimpered, bucking against gojos newfound hold on your hips. “please, toru i- ah~ need…” your words became more breathy as the sorcerer mouthed over your cock. he had removed the blindfold in exchange to look up at you through his white lashes. “you want more, puppy? you gotta ask nicely.” you started begging him please, please touch your body. he complied with a smirk, tugging down your underwear (a pale baby blue lace sukuna picked out for you). his lips met your tip as his fingers prodded at your hole.

he wasn't surprised at the lack of resistance, he was shocked by how tight you still were despite it. you sucked in his fingers for all their worth.

it didn't take you long to cum for the first time. sukuna watched in anger, hoping you'd notice the cursed energy in the room and glace at your lover. he watched you jump at the chance to shove another cock down your throat. gojo told you to get it nice and wet, completely underestimating your need to have any hole stuffed.

you so easily took all of him, a surprise to the white haired man. you still gagged with his tip poking your throat, and by god did it feel amazing.

he pulled you off before he could cum, determined to make sure that the next time sukuna prepped you (if he did) he'd taste gojo’s cum.

like his fingers, you sucked him in the minute he pushed in. your moans were pornographic, bouncing off the walls.

“tell me whats making you feel so good, baby.” gojo urged. you muttered something until he stilled.

“words.”

you started word vomiting. how daddy filled you up so well (a nickname that was new to gojo), how thankful you were that he gave you his cock and begging him to fill you up with his cum.

“you make me feel so good daddy~! please, mmm~ please breed me daddy, gimmie your cum!”

finally sukuna had enough. only he was allowed to fuck you full of cum. his name carved into your thigh said that, right?

his garbled noises got louder, now no longer drowned out by your screams and moans. you were so fucked out by now- gojo had gotten you to cum three times by now- you barely even noticed. until gojo leaned down and told you.

“look baby, we've got an audience.” he guided your gaze to the dark corner where sukuna was tied up in a similar fashion as his fingers were. he was growling and cursing through the gag, threatening gojo.

you whimpered, realizing what was happening. you were gonna say something before gojo started teasing your nipples (again); something sukuna tended to forget about. you cried out as you came again, whimpering more when you felt gojo finally cum and fill you up.

you passed out right after. gojo cleaned up and smirked at sukuna.

“maybe now you'll think twice about mistreating a gift like him.”

[halloweenbitch2764]

Hear me out, max has been locked in that room for so long and we see him escape in his time trailer but is caught. What if young reader - same age as him - helped him escape and been the only source of kindness in his pre entity life showed up years later as a survivor against him ? What’s his reaction ?

Im a hopeless romantic sorry

This is actually such a cute ask. I guess I haven't been seeing my asks recently or I would have done this sooner-

TW: Abuse

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You had stumbled upon the child on accident. He was a boy your age. You lived on a farm of your own nearby but had gotten lost and ended up on their property. You knew next to nothing about your neighbors, being so young. You only knew of a man and a woman. So hearing crying and wailing coming from a wooden shed like structure that was built into the barn freaked you out.

Running over you tried the door and it was locked. Your eyes scanned around, finding a rock and smashing it against the handle. It was all you could think to do as the wailing became louder and more fearful. It took multiple attempts but the knob broke and you were able to push the door open.

A boy sat in the room, a chain wrapped around his leg and kept him chained to the wall. His face was disfigured but he was your age, you could tell. He whimpered and you quickly shushed him, fearing someone would hear.

"I'm not here to hurt you. I'm gonna take you with me so you wont be kept like this." He was obviously malnourished and had scars on him from what could only be assumed to be beatings. You used the rock and slammed it against the chain connected to the wall. It took a few hits before the boy took the rock, beating his chain off the wall in only a few hits.

You couldn't get the chain off his leg so you gathered it and ushered the boy back towards your house. Surely your parents would understand and help.

"Come on let's go back to my house." A worried expression etched onto your face as the boy reluctantly nodded. You two began to run towards your property. As you entered the tree line that separated your properties you heard a loud "Hey!" but you two didn't dare look back. You collapsed once you got far enough onto your property, him doing the same beside you.

"What's your name?" You asked between pants. "M-Max." His voice was gravelly and sounded as if he barely understood how to speak. His mouth seemed unsure of the movements to make. "I'm Y/N."

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You sighed softly as you sat at the God forsaken campsite. The good memories were the only thing keeping you grounded. You can only go against someone trying to kill you, and succeeding more times than you'd like to admit, before your sanity starts wearing. You missed Max. He was your best friend growing up. You understood what he tried to say despite him not speaking clearly.

Your parents had taken him in and given him a better life than his parents had. His parents never called the cops about it either. You and Max grew up together before one day he vanished. It broke your heart. Nothing left. Not a trace or clue as to what happened. It wasn't long after that you had awoke in the Entities realm.

A couple of other survivors sat nearby, anxiously awaiting a call to another trial. "I heard there's a new killer." Meg spoke. "W-What?!" Dwight seemed terrified at the prospect. You could agree you weren't too enthused at the idea of someone else trying to kill you. "I don't know much besides that he's called "The Hillbilly"." That didn't sound promising.

Before the conversation could continue an internal tug signaled a new trial for you. You sighed as the world went black before you saw a new place come into view. It felt...familiar. Déjà vu was working overtime. You started walking into the land. Tall corn rows, a farm house, and a barn.

You seemed to be alone and away from everyone else so you started working on a generator as you always did. Soon your heartbeat picked up and became almost unbearable. You instantly took off and ran in the opposite direction. You got enough room to look back and at least decipher who you were going against. Obviously not Huntress since there was no humming. And not the Wraith since there was no bell. That still left a lot of options.

You were met with a familiar face. You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. It was undoubtedly Max. His disfigured, yet handsome face. White tank top and jeans. A chainsaw by his side. He seemed to nearly trip as he realized the same thing at almost the same time. You two stood silently as you cautiously eyed each other.

"M...Max?" Your voice came out uneven as the shock started to wear off. He let out a whimper and tossed the chainsaw to the side. You ran over to him and jumped up, hugging him tightly as tears rolled down your face. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, his face burying in your neck as he let out sobs.

You wiped your eyes and pulled away, wiping his tears and kissing his forehead. "Are you okay Max? Oh I've missed you so much, I was so worried! You just vanished and- and I was so scared-" You felt yourself getting choked up as he made an unintelligible noise. It was one you recognized as him trying to comfort you. He ran his fingers through your hair as he had always done when you were upset.

You jumped as a couple generators popped at once. You looked up at him and he smiled. "Promise I'll come see you when the trials over but go do what you need to. I don't want you to get in trouble or anything." You didn't know specifically how the Entity worked. You had only ever heard rumors of punishments when killers would fail. He gave a hesitant nod before kissing your forehead and setting you down. He picked his chainsaw up and after one more look he headed off. You lazily did generators to try and buy him more time but to not be seen as blantantly interfering with the trial.

You may hate being here but this made it a lot easier.

[laufire]

In response to the tags so far, because why not:

-I like Lisa Cuddy and she's better than other examples but let's not pretend the show didn't portray her romantic/motherhood storylines didn't get in the way of her career. Or that she wasn't par of the "career woman that knows she is past her ~prime has gotten baby fever" trope, to House's constant amusement... And no, none of the other female characters in House could remotely qualify. Amber was definitely made "softer" by love. And I don't dislike these parts of either of their journeys! But it's clearly not what I was talking about here.

-I ADORE Buffy Summers, she's one of my favourite characters period, and I think she has a magnificent arc that modern female leads WISH they could have. Calling her a #girlboss or saying her storyline "rejects" romance (or motherhood) is a bit of a stretch though. Also, I'm never going to touch the comics for several reasons, but while ig I'm pleased she decided to get an abortion in one, I had to roll my eyes at the fact that her pregnancy turned out to be a false alarm. You know censorship from up high had to come at play here because we can't have actual abortion storylines apparently LOL.

-Cristina Yang is who I would pick as the closest to my defition, and I love her and her arc to pieces. But. Even then. Her storyline was way too focused on her romances. It's GA and it loves its failed couples and I like that about it!! But it soured my enjoyment of her journey, yup. I mean, I'm still afraid they're gonna pull a Cristina/Owen endgame out of their asses at some point LOL, it wouldn't be the first time. And I'd hate that because Owen is the fucking worse. I would like a #girlboss story where I don't have to put up with shit like this xD

-Nadja is the highlight of that show but she's a #girlfailure. She's achieved nothing xD. I require success from my girlbosses!

-Katniss Everdeen? Seriously? I know everyone praises the end (and acts like it's not 100% due to what they ship) but are we pretending we don't hear she had to be "convinced" to be a mother and how that stinks... I know you guys have a thousand ways to explain it away but how is this not pure horror to you:

It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier, but not much.

Also she definitely never had ~goals or a focus on power that would make her qualify for this lbr.

-RIP Robin from HIMYM, you could have been something. Although imo both her romances were shit on this front and Barney gets too much praise for his pre-marriage attitude (which also included appalling, constant misogyny towards other women, but as long as Robin was portrayed as "different enough" the audience had no issue with it). RL men will praise a woman's independence only to resent it once she's "tied down" to them all the time ime.

name ONE #girlboss that isn't ~~made softer~~ by romance or motherhood and in fact rejects them, that actually prioritises her power and career and is happy about it, and that is portrayed positively for this.

no, seriously, name one. point me towards the direction of this #girlboss epidemic you guys keep mentioning.

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 10: where you've gone

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

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with a sigh, y/n stood. five was still writing away behind her on the walls non-stop. she didn't dare interrupt him, simply leaving. she would be back anyways. all she needed was a nice walk. 

as she wandered down the street with no destination in mind she spaced out, eyes trained on her feet. suddenly someone knocked her shoulder and brought her back to reality. she raised her head, hoping they weren't someone looking to start a fight or argue with her.

"y/n?" instead she was met with allison. her technically older sister seemed frustrated.

"allison? are you okay?" y/n's eyebrows furrowed, looking up at the curly haired woman. 

"yeah.. i think so" she frowned, "i'm worried about vanya. she won't listen to me but her boyfriend, whoever he is.. i think he's dangerous. i couldn't find anything about him-"

"you went searching for his records?" y/n pulled back in disbelief, "allison! you know vanya doesn't like-"

"i know, she already got angry with me" allison sighed, shaking her head.

"why would you do that?" y/n tilted her head up at her, eyes narrowing incredulously. "where are you even going?"

"well, i found his address. i was going to see if anything's weird.." she earned a disapproving look, "i can't just sit around and do nothing y/n! please, help me, for vanya?"

y/n's expression only darkened, "why are you trying to ruin one of the only good things in her life?! she deserves to be happy for once and im not going to help you take that away from her!" she begun to shout, freezing as she realised her powers were getting out of control in the middle of the street. "just.. leave them alone!" 

she took off, hoping to get away, she needed to get away.

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as the sweet melody came to soft halt y/n smiled up at her sister. vanya donned a similar grin, placing her violin down and joining y/n on the floor, cross legged and leaning back against her bed.

"one day, you're going to be amazing, v" y/n mumbled quietly, looking like she was in a slight daze, "more amazing than you are now.. you're going to be a famous violinist, i can see it now. 'vanya hargreeves, the world's best violinist'" 

vanya softly nudged her shoulder, shaking her head. "no way, the world? c'mon" 

"i'm serious!" y/n was adamant, sitting up straighter to see her better, "you're gonna be so cool! and everyone here is going to see you and say 'damn, wish i had seen how awesome our sister was back then' and you're going to have lots of fans!"

vanya snorted, shyly brushing her long hair to the side, "yeah, right"

".. you won't forget me when you're famous, right?" y/n leaned back against the bed to avoid direct eye contact, her voice was much softer now. "don't forget me.. okay?" she nervously side eyed her sister, trying to gauge her reaction.

"i could never" vanya shook her head, leaning into the h/c haired girl. both of them shared small content grins.

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as she walked upstairs to five's room she heard a commotion, hopefully he hadn't gotten into a fight with one of their siblings again, right?

wrong.

"put her down" five snarled, holding a gun up to luther who held dolores' body out the window. y/n grinned at the sight, highly amused. who would have thought luther would ever threaten someone? well, y'know excluding their missions.. but five nonetheless? she leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossing and waiting for them to sort out whatever issue she walked in on.

"put the gun down, you're not killing anyone today. i know she's important to you so don't make me do this" luther paused, waiting to see what five would do. "it's either her or the gun.. you decide"

eventually five did decide that dolores was more important and dropped the gun before spacial jumping to catch dolores before she could fall. not that much damage would have occurred to the mannequin anyways, maybe a few scratches.

"i can keep doing this all day" luther spoke triumphantly, now holding the gun at his side. y/n snorted, catching their attention.

"you're such children" both glared at her in response, "c'mon, surely you have a better plan than whatever ended up in this-" she gestured vaguely between them, "squabble"

"we did not squabble" five hissed, placing dolores down and straightening his jacket. "but yes, i do have a one other plan" 

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the three of them, five, luther and y/n, drove down an empty road before slowing to a stop. five unbuckled his seatbelt and sighed, looking around.

"you know, i never enjoyed it" he started and luther turned to him in confusion.

"what?"

"the killing. i mean i was- i was good at my work and i took pride in it but it never gave me pleasure" he took a deep breath, "i think it was all those years alone. solitude can do funny things to the mind"

"yeah well, you were gone for such a long time.. i only spent four years on the moon but that was more than enough. it's the being alone that breaks you" luther placed a hand on the briefcase, "you think they'll buy it?"

"well, what i do know is that they're desperate. it's like a cop losing his gun" he alluded, "if the commission finds out they'll be in deep shit, well not to mention that they'll be stuck here until they get it back"

"i should hold onto it" luther suggested, patting it with one hand.

"hm?" five's eyebrows furrowed,

"incase they make a move on you" he added to explain his point.

"okay, luther.. but be careful. i've lived a long life but.. you're still a young man, you've got your whole life ahead of you. don't waste it" y/n snorted and five turned to her, unamused.

"what?" they stared at each other for a moment before five shook his head, looking away with a small smile.

suddenly a car began to drive towards them and they all made to get out of the car. "here we go" five sighed again, he was doing that a lot, y/n realised.

the car continued to drive past them, stopping a few metres away.

"if this all goes sideways.. do me a favour and tell dolores i'm sorry" five turned to luther who nodded slowly.

as five walked away from them y/n leaned back against the car.

"i have a bad feeling about this" she nervously picked at her nails and luther frowned, looking over at her.

"why? what's wrong?"

"that.. i don't know yet" she looked down the road, "i just.. feel like something's off" she shook her head as five walked back, leaning next to her.

luther stepped forwards a bit, "what happens now?"

"now we wait" 

barely a moment later they heard the music of an ice cream truck. y/n squinted against the sun and wind, trying to work out who it was. she took a moment to focus, sensing klaus, diego and ben. uh oh.

as the car got closer luther turned to five, "is that her?"

"luther, you idiot" y/n shook her head, "it's klaus and diego" right on time klaus waved to them as they passed.

the two assassins begun shooting, thinking it was a set up and y/n raised her arms to cover her head as luther stepped in front of her and five to block any shots.

suddenly time stopped.. well, only for five.

he frowned down at y/n next to him, the girl cowering in on herself. he felt bad for bringing her into something like this but she was very persistent.

he slowly stepped under luther's arm, looking at everyone frozen in slight confusion.

"neat trick, isn't it?" a feminine voice called out behind him and he turned to face the woman he had asked to see. the handler. she stared at him, pulling the veil over her face up and onto her hat instead before pulling her sunglasses off.

"hello, five" she smiled, "you look good.. all things considered" she softly gestured to all of him.

"it's good to see you again" he nodded back,

"feels like we met just yesterday, 'course you were a little bit older then" she teased, "congratulations on the age regression, by the way. very clever, threw us all off the scent"

"ah, well, i wish i could take credit" five shrugged, looking away. "i just miscalculated the time dilation of projections and.. well, you know, here i am" his gaze met hers once again, throwing his hands up before putting them back in his pockets, casually.

"you realise your efforts are futile" the handler shifted so that her briefcase was behind her, "so, why don't you tell me what you really want?"

"i want you to put a stop to it" five moved his own hands behind his back. 

"you realise what you're asking for is next to impossible even for me" she shook her head, "what's meant to be is meant to be. that's our raison d'etre" 

"yeah?" five smiled sarcastically, pulling a gun from his shorts "well how about survival as a raison?" 

"i'll just be replaced, i am but a small cog in a machine" the handler waved it off, ignoring the gun pointing straight at her heart. "this fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that.. a fantasy. i must say though, we'll quite impressed with your initiative, your stick-to-it-tiveness, really quite- quite something. which is why we want to offer you, a new position back at the commission, in management" the handler held a hand up, smiling like her offer was an obvious choice.

"sorry what's that now?" five scoffed as she stepped closer, hand tightening on the gun.

"come back to work for us again, you know it's where you belong" 

"well, it didn't work out too well the last time" he glared up at her, not liking the persistence.

"oh but you wouldn't be in the correction department any longer, i'm talking about the home office, you'd have the best health and pension and an end to this ceaseless travel" she laughed freely, "you're a distinguished professional in.. school boy shorts. we have the technology to reverse the process. i mean you- you can't be happy like this" she slowly pushed his gun down, stepping ever closer.

"i'm not looking for happy" he spat through gritted teeth.

the handler only tilted her head, eyeing him carefully before raising a hand to stroke his cheek, "we're all looking for happy. we can make that happen, we can make you.. yourself again"

five huffed a laugh, gesturing to his siblings. "what about my family?"

"what about them?" the handler raised an eyebrow, acting like she didn't already know he intended to save them.

"i want them to survive" 

the handler took in a deep breath, taking in the sight of luther protecting y/n who was still crouching against the car as well as diego and klaus who were in the middle of crashing the ice cream truck.

"all of them?" 

"yes, all of them" he narrowed his eyes at her,

the handler gave him a small smirk, moving towards the recoiled girl. five watched carefully, waiting to see what she would do.

"it's such a shame.. she would have done well with us. if only we could take her too" she reached a hand out, about to touch her but five moved first, spacial jumping in front of her and grabbing her hand. he held her away from y/n.

"don't touch her" he snarled, unmoving from his protective stance. 

"my my, five, i didn't expect such protectiveness from you" the handler merely smirked, stepping away. as they walked back she once again proposed her deal.

"well" the handler begun, reaching a hand into her pocket and pulling out her sunglasses before putting them back on her face. "i'll see what i can do from them.. do we have a deal?" she reached a hand out to him, awaiting his acceptance. he merely stared at her hand before sighing,

"one thing" five stepped back, putting his gun in his shorts again. he walked over to hazel's gun on the floor, taking out the ammunition and chucking it on one side of the road before chucking the rest of the gun to the other. he turned and walked back, noticing the bullet headed towards luther and y/n. he frowned, using his pointer finger and thumb to move it over so that it would hit the car instead of them.

as soon as he shook her outstretched hand they disappeared and time was restored.

y/n shivered, ignoring the bullet hitting the car next to her and the way her siblings scrambled around to get away quick. she allowed herself to be shoved into the car with klaus and diego, spaced out.

"you alright?" diego turned to her while klaus stuck the middle finger up at hazel and cha cha. 

"i felt someone else.. it was only for a moment but i felt someone.." she spoke solemnly, staring at her shaking hands. "and then five just.. disappeared"

tag list: (if your name is crossed i couldnt tag you) @rxses-and-reverie @lostgreekgod @on-yourmark-99 @bicyhot1 @navs-bhat @midnightmystic @shawkneecaps @baby-bi-bi-bi-yeah @velveticxyyy

[dawn-moths]

“In the Spider’s Web”

Lau x Female Reader

word count: 8,300+

(In desperate need of work, you end up at one of Lau’s whorehouses where he puts you through a test to make sure you’re “up for the job”. He considers it quality assurance, since the women he picks to represent his business aren’t just any ordinary prostitutes who roam the streets. But, who knows… You might consider yourself lucky to become one of his favorites.)

content warning: 18+ sexual content! minors DNI! reader is an orphan and a virgin, noncon/dubcon, degradation, drugs, mentions of underaged girls doing sexwork, mention of abortion, force/violence, we out here in 1889 london like it’s not exactly a good situation to be in as a woman yknow what im sayin, lau’s kinda dark and scary like definitely tapping more into that side of him.

***

In 1889, being a woman in London wasn’t easy. The corsets were suffocating, marriage was the highest standard you could aim to achieve, and you weren’t expected to speak unless spoken to.

And that was if you were rich.

If you were among the many who were unfortunate enough to be living in the danger and filth of the downtown slums, things were much, much worse.

And you, fresh out of the orphanage you’d grown up in and only a few hours past turning eighteen, were anxiously pacing the streets in old, tattered skirts that had been handed down for who knows how many generations in that horrid place.

Actually “orphanage” was a nice way to put it. What it had really been was a workhouse, all of the girls who’d ended up there forced to slave away spinning threads and sewing fabrics into dresses that none of you would ever be able to wear, let alone afford even when you finally were set free of the place, the housemother— again, a generous title given that she had never once shown any of you a single ounce of care other than the bare minimum of keeping a drafty roof over your heads and tossing you stale scraps— selling all your blood, sweat, and tears to the middle class.

But, as of today, you were free, even if it had been against your own will, and you could now make your own decisions, your own choices. Though, with only a couple coins to your name, your options weren’t very abundant at the moment.

No, before you could really get your life started, you’d have to find work.

You dreamed of finding some quaint little cottage out in the countryside, far from all the smoke and ash of the factories and mills that filled the city, and working as a maid for a nice family or a rich old widow.

You dreamed of laying in a bed that was more likely to be filled with goose down than lice, maybe being allowed to bathe more than once every two weeks— and warm water, god how you dreamed of warm water— and fresh bread and fruit to fill your ever shrinking belly, starvation always seeming to be right around the corner.

And there was no reason why you couldn’t end up somewhere nice, or decent, at the very least.

Because you were a pretty, hardworking, well-mannered girl. So long as no one noticed how calloused and chapped your hands had become over the years, you might even have presented as a daughter of the middle-class, given the right dress and a combing of your hair.

All you needed was a chance— an opportunity— to prove yourself to the right person.

But, again, you knew better than most that beggars couldn’t be choosers.

For now, with night approaching fast along with the winter chill that the early darkness brought along with it, you’d need to find a place to sleep, at least shelter from the cover of clouds that threatened snow if you ever wanted a chance at your fantasy of fresh air and open country living.

The pubs would want you to pay, and you barely had enough for one drink. Forget an entire night. The inns were far outside your pathetic budget and any community living was either full or, again, too expensive.

She could’ve at least given me more than a couple pence and a single shilling, you thought bitterly about your former housemother. But you ceased your mental complaining when you noticed a shady and most likely disease ridden man who was crouched down by the street corner giving you a malicious look, eyes narrowing as he sized you up— or rather, took particular interest in your coins— and appeared to be plotting something rather unpleasant if you didn’t pocket your money and move along.

You continued further down the long stretch of road until you turned the corner of an alley and found yourself in a busier area on the other side, slightly closer to the city but still in a less favorable section of the east end.

The cold was biting at you now, your arms wrapping themselves around your body to shield you from the chill of the country’s most brutal season the best that they could. But still you shivered, thin and hole spotted shawl draped over your shoulders doing absolutely nothing to help you stay warm. You wouldn’t even be mad if it was stolen. Perhaps you could sell it, you thought.

But then, the soft glow of a paper lantern caught your eye, the dim red light drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

There was a string of them leading down the next alley, guiding you closer to the front of the building they were attached to and soon you began to hear the cooing of women’s voices drawing near.

Maybe they can help me, you thought naively. Maybe they know a safe place I can—

But as you rounded the corner, the hopeful smile that had begun growing on your face dropped at the sight of them.

There was a trio of women displaying themselves in front of the shop, skirts shorter than any you’d ever seen, if they could even be called skirts with how indecent they were, and chests nearly entirely exposed from a cut out in the silky fabrics, the collars of the garments drawn high as if in illusion to modesty.

Even as a fellow woman, your cheeks reddened.

Because you knew exactly just what kind of work these women— most of which looked only a couple years older than yourself— did to keep a roof over their heads and food in their bellies.

And that was an option you hadn’t even been willing to consider.

“Ooooh!” one called as she spotted you staring from the corner, waving you over with a catlike pawing gesture and giving a sweet smile. “Helloooo~! What do we have here?”

The other two turned their view from the men passing by on the street to survey you as well, the same predatory yet alluring expressions spreading across their faces.

You felt even more vulnerable now than you had moments ago when you’d thought that homeless man was going to try and rob you, like there was suddenly a spotlight casting on you and claiming you as the star in their show of seduction.

But this wasn’t an opera or an orchestra or a play.

You weren’t used to having any attention drawn to you. You’d learned that early on in the orphanage— workhouse, child labor factory, hell, whatever other terms you and the girls used to call it behind the housemother’s back.

Keep your eyes down. Stay quiet. Act like you don’t exist.

This single interaction was going against everything you’d been brought up on and you didn’t know what to say, how to act as the three flaunting women sauntered over to you and surrounded you with both intrigue and scrutiny.

“Haven’t seen you around here before,” the one who’d beckoned you commented with an accent you weren’t accustomed to.

“Does she work for one of the other houses?” another asked.

“With those clothes? Definitely not,” the third chimed in with minor disgust, plucking lightly at the paperthin shawl before you shrugged away from her, causing the three of them to giggle at your shyness.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” the kindest of the three asked you then, bending down a little bit to try and meet your eyes which were glued to the ground. “It’s ok, don’t mind them. Just look at me, ok?”

Your nervous gaze flicked up to meet hers, her dark eyes surprisingly inviting, caring, almost. It wasn’t a look you were used to having directed at you, but it brought you comfort in your current situation so you decided to trust her for the moment.

After you told the friendly young woman your name, she cooed at you and placed a hand on your shoulder, slowly migrating closer to the entrance of the building with the red lanterns as you hesitantly trailed along beside her.

“Where do you live?” she asked you next, the other two girls returning to trying to gather patrons with their playful, lilting tones and exposed skin. They made it look so easy, how often that they drew a new man passing by towards them and then ushering them inside where you could already feel the warmth of the interior everytime the door swung open.

“I…” you began, words getting caught in your throat as you tried to swallow down your shame. “I don’t have a home,” you finally admitted, and the woman pulled you close to her, practically burying your face in her cleavage as she gently stroked your hair with her long but clean nails. Your nails were short and caked with dirt and soot. Upon noticing that, you began to consider that maybe this place, whatever it was, wasn’t entirely bad. And when you felt how warm and soft her skin was, you didn’t pull away.

Plus, it felt good to be held in such a tender manner. Like how a mother would soothe her child, you imagined. And for the first time in, well, maybe in forever, you felt safe.

“You poor thing…” she went on with that whining, sing-songy tone. “How about you come inside, I’ll get you some tea.”

You looked back up at her then, your eyes so innocent that it almost made her feel bad when you asked next, “But I don’t have any money. How will I pay you?” and she would have to give the inevitable answer of “With your body,” unless her boss said it first.

But that could wait, she figured. You could retain your innocence for just a little longer, even if it was a mere hour or two.

Because she would have to tell her boss. Tell him that a homeless girl— and a rather adorable one at that— had entered the establishment and needed a place to stay. And he’d come meet you, give you a chance to make your choice. And you’d be met with the opportunity to make enough money to pay for a roof over your head and some food to fill your belly. But it wouldn’t be in the countryside and the currency certainly wouldn’t be one of coin.

“So you came from the workhouse…” the young woman, whose name you’d learned was Xiu, said after you’d explained your current situation over a cup of hot tea. You and her were in the far corner of the main room where you tried not to cough as a thick smoke swirled around the atmosphere, the unfamiliar scent making your head go a little fuzzy. “I used to belong to one of those, when I was younger…” she admitted with a lingering sorrow, sipping at her own tea. “I got out when I was fifteen though.”

“How?” you asked, leaning in with curiosity and stifling another cough behind the china teacup.

Xiu explained that her parents had sent her over to England with a distant aunt of hers who already had five children of her own and had been recently widowed. When funds ran low, as they often did for immigrants with several mouths to feed, she had no choice but to sell the only child who wasn’t really her own to a workhouse, collecting the little girl's wages for her own family.

“But then one day, Mr. Lau showed up and offered to buy me out from the workhouse,” she continued, only the utmost respect in both her expression and voice as she lightly rested a manicured hand gracefully over her chest. “He could speak my language, told me I could leave with him so I said I would and came here. He taught me how to speak English, how to please the customers, and I’ve been working for him ever since.”

You asked who this magical savior Mr. Lau was and Xiu promised with a convincing smile that you’d be meeting him shortly.

But before you could ask any more questions or say another word, you noticed the entire atmosphere of the room change, even the cheerful Xiu straightening at attention when a certain individual entered the domain.

And you knew that must be him— this generous Mr. Lau that you’d just heard so much about— along with a woman of his own draped over his arm, her dress the shortest of all and a lovely lilac purple, the dim lights giving her a somewhat eerie appearance, like a feline on the prowl. She was an attractive girl, young like the rest of them seemed to be, though as she passed the opium smoking patrons she didn’t say a single word, didn’t try to entice them.

Because she was devoted solely to the man whose arm she was clinging to, almost as if she awaited his order to so much as sigh. She did make a point to scan her eyes around the entire premises though, bold when it came to boring her stare into anyone who dared track his gaze on her for too long.

“Who is that…?” you couldn’t help but ask, voice nearly a whisper.

But before Xiu could answer, the tall Chinese man beckoned her over with a playful wave and an otherwise unassuming grin.

Your new friend was up and standing in front of him within seconds. They were speaking then, though you couldn’t hear what they were saying. Based on the form of their lips it wasn’t in English, so it wouldn’t even have mattered if you were within earshot or not. Though, when the mysterious looking man turned his face towards you, seeming to be looking through you, you froze, an intense feeling of unease settling over you with a quick shiver.

When he motioned you over in the same way he had to Xiu, you nearly jolted, now wishing that you hadn’t let a stranger, despite her kindness, lure you in here.

But he’d saved Xiu, you reminded yourself. Maybe he could save me too.

Though, again, you were far too accustomed to using other words to replace the true intentions of a person or situation.

What one considered saving another could clearly recognize as using.

So now you had to wonder…

Were you going to allow this man to use you too?

“My, my…” he began once you were standing before him. You gave a small curtsy and looked up at him through your lashes for only a split second. His face was handsome, carried a certain breed of benevolence that would’ve put you at ease, if not for the heavy mystery laced into his aura. “Aren’t you a rare sight for this part of town.”

You didn’t know what to say, unsure if he was complimenting you or testing you in some way, so you just gave a shy and nervous smile, thanking him for allowing you a moment to rest in the warmth of the building and enjoy a cup of tea.

“Let me ask you…” he began then, that horrible feeling in your chest only tightening the more lenience he showed you. “Have you ever been in a place like this?”

You glanced around the room, as if you hadn’t scanned every corner visible to you the entire time you’d been sipping tea with Xiu, who now was being pulled away by a man and past some curtains that led to a backroom of some sort. You felt even more vulnerable than before, if that were possible.

Because now the only thing even vaguely familiar to you was gone.

There were other women scattered all about the room, sure, but none of them looked at you with the care and compassion that Xiu had. All the others seemed too out of it to even open their eyes all the way, taking long drags of the smoke that filled the lungs of the patrons who sprawled out on the plush couches and cushion covered beds.

“N-no…” you replied nervously, as if you were afraid you might offend him. Then you looked up at him and remembered to add on a formal, “Sir.”

Lau’s smirk widened, seeming pleased with something, though it was unclear to you exactly what.

“Ran-Mao…” he then addressed the quiet yet vicious-gazed girl at his arm. “Why don’t you show this young lady to a vacant room and get her a change of clothes.” He narrowed his eyes at you then, sending another tremor up your spine. “I believe we have some important matters to discuss. I’d hate for her to feel underdressed for the occasion.” There wasn’t even a speck of light to be found in his leer, dark irises swimming with ill-intent.

So Ran-Mao guided you back past the curtains where you learned there wasn’t just one, but several backrooms, most of which appeared to be currently occupied by the closed doors and some obscene sounds escaping from under the cracks that made heat rise in your cheeks.

And then, as if this place had given you a chance to forget, you suddenly remembered where you were.

Because this wasn’t just an opium den, was it?

This was a whorehouse, if the patrons wanted it to be. And you, a virgin, really ought to have kept walking and resisted the lure of the red lanterns.

“Here,” the stone-faced girl said as she opened a door to a vacant room and stepped aside, allowing you to enter hesitantly. “He’ll be by soon. Your clothes are on the bed.”

Before you could ask her anything— if you could leave, if you had to change, if you could just pay with what little money you had and be off the hook— she was gone, slipping away the moment you peered over your shoulder at the neatly folded garment on the end of the rather sizable bed.

You shut the door, noticing there was no lock on it, but still feeling some sense of security, no matter how false, now that you were alone in the room.

What am I doing here? You asked yourself as you nervously picked up the small dress that was supposed to be your change of clothes. It was just like the others— the skirt far too short and the cut out in the chest area far too big. Am I really going to stay here?

You slowly lowered yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, finding the mattress rather comfortable and actually allowing yourself to flop back on it, arms spread out to your sides to cover as much of its space as possible.

You let out a long, deep sigh.

You were exhausted.

Not just from this night but from the last eighteen years as a whole, it seemed.

If you closed your eyes, you thought you could fall asleep.

An actual mattress… 

You’d never slept on one before, let alone felt one.

All you’d had at the orphanage was a limp, flattened pile of thin, itchy, hay-stuffed pillows.

First day out on my own and I’m already sleeping on a real bed…

Your body began to sink with the heaviness of oncoming slumber.

Maybe this isn’t so bad after all… 

It wasn’t a place with fresh air, and it sure as hell wasn’t the countryside, but things could be much worse, you thought as you drifted unconscious.

Things could be much worse.

***

“You certainly are something else…” the newly familiar voice cooed from the doorway, causing you to jolt awake as he slammed it shut to deliberately startle you. “To think you’d fall asleep so quickly, you must be exhausted.”

Lau hid his hands under his capacious sleeves and just watched you calmly as you sat up and tried to recover from the scare of being woken so suddenly.

How long was I out?

What time is it?

What’s he doing here?

Is he going to—

“And you haven’t even gotten changed,” he went on, nodding to where the dress was laid out on the bed, showing you’d clearly considered it and then chosen to forgo his request.

“I—” you began to explain, but he cut you off.

“I do believe that Xiu explained to you how she came to be employed here…” he began, his malicious smile never fading as he slightly cocked his head to one side, only then taking a few steps closer to you. Your posture turned rigid and your blood went cold. “I came here to propose the same opportunity to you, if you’d be interested.” He was glaring at you through that pitch-black stare again.

You tried to gulp down your fear but found that hard to do now that your mouth felt so dry, the lump of dread sticking uncomfortably in your throat.

“So…” Lau was standing over you, looking down at you as he took your chin between his long, lithe fingers and turned your face up to get a better view, seeing dollar signs behind those big, innocent eyes of yours, imagining the profit your purity would attract. “What do you say?”

Your whole body was a tremor as you sat there, paralyzed with fear.

But he was giving you a choice, wasn’t he?

You could leave, if you really wanted to, couldn’t you?

“I…” you began, clearing the hoarseness from your shaking voice. “I think…” His eyes were dark. So, so dark. Like the deepest trenches of a treacherous sea. The eyes of a devil, or of someone who was sure to meet him someday. “I think I should probably go.”

Lau’s amusement with you dropped from his expression, his hand falling from your face and rejoining his other one back inside his sleeves. His disappointment didn’t seem to last, however, as he smirked again and said through a bit of a sigh, “Well, I’m very sorry to see you go. But, alas, I do not believe in keeping people here who don’t want to be here.” He swung open the door and stood beside it, gesturing with one silk draped arm out towards the hall. “Farewell. Enjoy the rest of your night. Though, it sure is a chilly one, isn’t it?”

You gulped again, slowly stood from the plush bed, and then hurried past him down the hall and back out through the curtains into the main den. Xiu was entertaining a man on one of the couches now, and she noticed you as you rushed past, calling your name to try and get your attention, but you ignored her, bursting back out into the cold and darkness of a winter night in London.

Still shaken though slightly relieved to have escaped unscathed, you pulled your paper thin shawl as tight around your shoulders as the fabric would allow and ventured further into the danger of the downtown streets, trading one fear for another much more unknown one.

***

Almost exactly twenty-four hours on the dot from when you’d first followed the trail of paper lanterns and found the sultry opium den, you were back on its doorstep.

Bitter winds had started to sweep through every corner and crevice of the alleys that afternoon and flurries had begun to drift down, soon morphing into what you could only guess were the beginnings of a blizzard.

You had no choice.

It was either stay stubborn and freeze to death or take a chance and accept work from the man known as Lau, owner of the most successful opium den in the east end and manager of the whorehouse that shared the same building, both of his businesses intertwining more often than not.

“Ah, you’re back!” Xiu greeted you with a smile as she bounded over, her short silky dress a different color today. “Did you change your mind?”

You wanted to ask her if there were any job positions that didn’t require you to sell your body, but knew that here, for a woman, as every employee seemed to be female, that didn’t seem likely.

So instead you just nodded solemnly with your eyes to the floor.

“I’ll go get Mr. Lau! Wait here!” And with that, Xiu cheerily went off to fetch her boss— your boss— and returned with the tall and eerily pleasant looking Chinese man within a few minutes.

“Nice to see you again,” Lau nodded. You couldn’t meet his eyes, just kept your gaze glued to where your hands were wringing themselves in front of you, nervous beyond belief. “So I take it you’d like to accept my offer. Shall we?”

You followed Lau back through the curtain separating the drug den from the individual pleasure rooms you’d visited yesterday all the way down the hall to the door at the very end. He opened it for you, allowing you to enter into his office first and then offering you a seat in the ornate chair before his desk where he took his own seat, shuffling through one of the drawers until he produced a fountain pen and a piece of paper.

Lau slid the pen and paper towards you and began to summarize the contents of the form, as it was written in Chinese— not that you’d have been able to read it even if it was in your language since you’d never been given a formal education in the workhouse— as you just stared down at all the foreign shapes and symbols neatly scrawled across the piece of parchment.

“You will receive room and board here while you work, clothes, meals, allotted time to sleep and bathe…” he explained. “If you’re not servicing a customer during our hours of operation then you’ll be tending to the patrons on the opium floors. I see you’ve met Xiu. I’ll have her show you how we do things around here. Your living expenses will be taken out of your paycheck and at the end of every month you’ll be given what's left over. Though, keep in mind...” You looked up at him when he momentarily paused. “If you don’t receive enough requests, then your total is likely to be low. You’re free to leave at any time, though I can’t refer you to any of the other competing businesses...”

He reached out and tapped a long, thin finger on the dotted line. “Sign here, if you still wish to proceed.”

“Um…” you hesitated, scanning the mostly empty desk with confusion as you searched for something. “Wh-where’s the ink?” Not that it mattered. You didn’t know how to write either. Not even your own name.

Lau’s smirk widened and you felt that familiar yet unpleasant chill shudder up your spine.

“Most of the girls who come through here don’t know how to read or write, so instead of a name we have them leave a different kind of signature.” You felt your heartbeat crawling up your throat as he continued to stare at you with the aura of a demon surrounding him. “The tip of the pen should be sharp enough to draw blood. So go on,” he nodded. “A simple finger prick should suffice.”

You were horrified, and the way he seemed to be confidently treading in the choppy waters of the anticipation was only adding to your fear. But if this was how it was done, then all you could do was play along.

You winced as the sharp pen tip pricked the end of your thumb, stamping it down on the line at the bottom of the page and pulling it away after a second of applying pressure to reveal your red fingerprint smeared on the parchment.

“Very good…” Lau commended with a condescending coo as he pulled the paper back towards him, rolled it up into a tight tube, and then stored it away in a locked drawer where all the other contracts he’d collected over the years were kept.

“Now…” he said as he looked back at you, your thumb sucked into your mouth as your tongue gently lapped over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He ran his own tongue over his smirking lips, momentarily mesmerized by the sight of you. Then he concluded with a sly, “I do believe that the dress that Ran-Mao left for you yesterday is still on the bed.”

***

There was a full-length mirror in the room, and as you looked over your reflection in the revealing attire, you realized that this was perhaps the first time that you’d seen your entire body this clearly before.

At the workhouse, all you’d had available to see more of yourself than just from the shoulders or waist up were passing by the windows at night, catching a glimpse of your figure in a transparent, ghost-like reflection, maybe a shiny surface of a new machine in the factory to sneak glances at your ink and soot covered face in.

But even then, you still hadn’t really been seeing you. You’d merely been shown the silhouette that a tattered old dress that was always either too big or too small gave your form. You’d studied your limbs during the rare occasion of bathing back in that horrible place. But here, now, like this, you were seeing yourself in full and with more skin exposed than you’d ever let any other eyes view before.

You felt vulnerable, like all you wanted to do was curl up and hide.

How were you going to do this? You had no idea what you were in for, what or who to expect to come through that door.

But after you’d gotten dressed, just a mere second after pulling the thin material over your head and down your body as far as it would go— which wasn’t very far at all— Ran-Mao had startled you as she burst into the room, informing you that, lucky you, there was already a customer who had requested you, the word of the new arrival having drifted through the den on the thick smoke and reached the ear of almost every patron who wasn’t yet too high to comprehend the chatter.

After delivering the unsettling message, the aggressive yet mysterious young woman had left, going off to resume whatever it was that she did and leaving you alone to tremble on the end of the bed until this man, this stranger who was about to claim you for as long as he’d paid for, entered the room.

You tried not to cry, wrapping your arms around yourself and rocking back and forth while the anticipation slowly and silently tortured you.

You have to do this, you reminded yourself. It’s either this or starve and freeze on the street.

You were startled again as the door swung open, this man not bothering to knock either, and he approached you with a staggering step, pushing the door closed behind him.

“Well, I guess the rumors were right…” he began in a rough tone, coughing and clearing some of the drugs from his lungs as he nearly collapsed on top of you on the bed, catching himself at the last minute but still too close for comfort. He looked down at your wide-eyed, terrified expression. “You really are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he remarked with a smirk.

You gulped, trying to swallow the new lump that was forming in your throat, already shaking.

I can’t do this… 

The middle-aged man came closer, putting his calloused, meaty hands on you and beginning to push you onto your back, ignoring the gasp that escaped your lips as you tripped over your own feet, soon pinned to the mattress and trying to fight as his massive fists wrapped tightly around your wrists.

“We’ll see how pretty you look when I’m done with you though,” the man then threatened, cutting off your next yelp with his own mouth pressed aggressively against yours, his tongue worming its way in as you tensed up and tried hard to keep your lips sealed shut.

You wanted to call out, beg him to stop, plea with him to go easy on you as this was your first time. But you couldn’t.

One of his hands found your throat and squeezed, allowing his tongue access to your mouth as you attempted to suck in a breath of air.

“Stop struggling,” he ordered darkly when he broke the sloppy gesture that you supposed he was considering a kiss, grip around your neck tightening in warning. “I don’t like it when you whores fight back. So lay still and do your job.”

You were crying now, following his demands even after his hands lifted from you to undo his belt and toss it to the floor, hiking up your dress, which you had nothing under to protect his prying eyes from viewing the part of you that you never thought anyone besides a hypothetical husband would ever see. You know, the one that you’d fantasized about meeting in that daydream of working for a nice family in the countryside.

When he seemed satisfied that you weren’t disease ridden, he unbuttoned his trousers and you had to force yourself to look away then, knowing that seeing it would just make it worse, terrify you even more.

“Please…” you then begged through a croaking sob, throat already sore from his ruthless grip. “Please don’t…”

If the man heard you, he ignored you, lining up his cock with your tight entrance, just about to thrust into you when all of a sudden something possessed you and you kicked him, sending him toppling back off the bed and onto the floor, the drugs in his system making his reactions times and movements sluggish and clumsy.

“The fuck…” he grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head where it had slammed against the floor, letting out another groan when the pain caught up with him. You were breathing heavy as you stared down at him from your place on the bed, chest heaving as more sobs hitched in between your panicked breaths.

The man got to his feet and swayed a bit before steadying himself, and when he looked back up at you again, there was rage in his eyes, pure violence.

“You fucking bitch!” he hollered, coming at you. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

As he reached for you you dove sideways, dodging as he flopped back onto the bed and then rushing for the door, swinging it open and sprinting down the hallway.

You couldn’t do this.

You didn’t know what you’d do or where you’d go but you just couldn’t be here.

You peered over your shoulder to see if he was coming after you, only then to run into something, causing your weak and malnourished body to ricochet and fall back to the floor.

You looked up and found yourself faced with a new horror.

Because you hadn’t run into something, but someone.

And Lau was not happy with you, his ever-present grin wiped clean off his face, only malice left in its wake, his true colors burning bright through the dimness of the long hallway.

“I—” But before you could get another syllable out, the man reached down and pulled you up by your hair, causing you to hiss at the pain and claw for his wrist.

“Perhaps I forgot to inform you…” he began sinisterly, fist tightening in your hair. “While you’re here, you are expected not only to work, but to do so without incident.”

“I’m—” He gave your hair another jolting yank and silenced you with a yelp, more tears streaming down your cheeks and spotting the collar of the silk dress.

“You’re losing me money,” he growled, letting you go then and watching with disgust as you collapsed back to the floor on your hands and knees. “Just because I told you that you were free to leave at any time doesn’t mean I can’t kick you out first.”

“I—” you sobbed. “I’m sorry, please!” You clasped your hands in front of you as if praying, begging for Lau to be a merciful god and spare you at the very least if not forgive you. Then, in a pathetic mumble, you said aloud, as if only for yourself to hear, “I can’t do this…”

Lau yanked you to your feet by your arm then, dragging you behind him back towards the room where the man had since fallen asleep on the bed, his trousers still pulled halfway down. Lau seemed to calm down a little after looking inside, closing the door before turning back to you and looming over, still talking in a terrifyingly hushed tone, his silence speaking more to rage than any shout or scolding yell ever could.

“When he wakes up, if he remembers anything, he won’t be happy,” he told you. You once again were unable to meet his cold, dark eyes. “If that happens, I’ll have to give him his money back and that deduction will be coming straight out of your monthly total. Do you understand?”

You nodded meekly.

“But regardless of if he remembers or not…” Lau said then, his horrible, sinister smile making its return. “I still have to teach you a lesson.”

You gasped as he yanked your arm again and pulled you into the vacant room across the hall, throwing you to the bed and straddling your hips before you even had time to register what was happening.

You began to struggle again when he yanked your skirt up, but all your movement ceased as soon as you felt a slight sting just barely digging into the side of your neck, right against your carotid artery.

“Do you know what acupuncture is?” Lau asked, that sickeningly playful lilt reinjected back into his voice.

You felt your blood run cold.

“Well, even if you do, allow me to explain why I ask in the first place…” He drove the needle slightly further into your pulse and you tried to stay as still as possible while your entire body tensed, a little whimper hummed through closed lips as you squeezed your eyes shut. “The human body contains several pressure points. If you know where to find them, you can paralyze even the biggest or strongest of opponents.”

His other hand came to rest gently on the other side of your neck, thumb grazing the slight raise in your throat as he rubbed your clammy skin, a puff of a chuckle escaping his nose as he took in your pathetic, helpless state.

Perhaps he wouldn’t even need the needle to keep you still. Maybe his words would be enough.

“So, if you’re going to insist on making things harder for yourself…” Lau continued, raising the long, thin needle from your skin and holding it before you to prove he wasn’t bluffing. “Then I’ll have no choice but to make them easy.”

He was just about to drive the needle into one of your pressure points when you finally found it in yourself to call out a desperate, “Wait!”

The needle in Lau’s hand stilled just an inch from your body.

“Please…” you tried begging one last time, two more tears slipping from your eyes in a pair. “I’m a virgin… Please…”

At this, it was Lau’s turn to freeze, though his inaction was momentary. His serpentine smirk widened as he chuckled to himself again, covering his mouth with one of his capacious sleeves and slipping the needle back into the other where he kept it concealed before saying to you, “Why didn’t you tell me that before? I don’t just throw girls like you to the wolves, let any man who wanders in lay claim to them, you know.”

Then, still too naive for your own good, a small spark of hope ignited in you.

Maybe he was going to spare you after all.

Maybe he was going to find you another job, one that didn’t involve allowing the highest bidder to borrow your body for the hour.

But then all the hopefulness drained from your face as Lau looked directly into your eyes, dark gaze piercing your soul, and said, “I’m the only one here who can test for that kind of quality assurance.”

He positioned himself over you again, moving slower now, like a tiger getting ready to pounce, though you didn’t try and fight this time. You knew there was no point. Because if you did he would hurt you or kill you or throw you back to the streets where a different beast would tear you apart.

Lau’s hands were surprisingly warm, given his icy temperament towards you mere moments ago, probably kept so by staying cozy inside his sleeves while the rest of his girls worked tirelessly away on the main floor.

Though their work kept them warm too. You were learning that first hand as his touch traveled across your body, first trailing up your thighs and lingering at your hips as he bunched the silky fabrics further up your waist, seeming to savor the moment rather than rush through it now.

Because Lau wasn’t on a mission to punish you anymore.

No. Now his only goal was to teach you. More than just a lesson, but a skill.

“Sometimes customers will seek you out because they want someone to hold, or someone to impress…” he explained, voice much softer than before, soothing, however false. You sucked in an involuntary gasp as his fingers brushed lightly against your ribs, hands settling on you there as a quick shiver skittered up you and a knot that wasn’t entirely unpleasant twisted in your core.

He leaned in closer, his face nearly touching yours as his lips whispered right above your own, “Sometimes they want a girl who will just lay there and take it, but sometimes…” He paused, a quiet chuckle vibrating in his chest. “Sometimes they want a girl who will fight back a little.”

He met you for a kiss now— your first kiss, if you didn’t count the aggressive and slobbery one that old man had forced upon you earlier. And still, he was being surprisingly gentle with you. When one of his hands tugged down at the opening in the front of your dress and lightly groped at one of your soft breasts, your lips parted in a surprised gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

But still you didn’t fight it.

Instead, you tried to go along with it, to pay attention to what he was doing and match his movements.

He pulled some more gasps and sighs from you as he explored your chest, pinching sensitive nipples between his fingers and sliding his other hand back down towards your thighs while he had you distracted with that sensation.

You didn’t even realize what he was doing until one of his fingers slipped between your already wet folds and began to rub circles against your tender clit, causing your hips to buck upward at the sudden pleasure, a sensation that you hadn’t ever experienced before now.

And you’d think growing up in a workhouse with only women would’ve taught you something about your own body, but all any of the older girls had ever been willing to share with you was how to perform a makeshift abortion if you ever found yourself with child, knowing full well what would happen to any girl employed within that place who had either messed around or been taken advantage of and gotten herself pregnant.

You tried not to think about that. But maybe you should.

Such a procedure seemed more likely than ever now.

“What’s… happening…?” you tried to ask in between panting breaths, losing control of your body with every new touch that Lau placed upon you.

“What’s meant to happen,” he gave in vague reply, now having gotten you wet enough to move onto the next step.

You winced when he slipped two of his long, lithe fingers into you, your tight little pussy already pulsing around them.

“Very good,” Lau hummed with a condescending coo, beginning to pump his fingers in and out of you, sending another shudder through your body as a strangled cry got caught in your throat. “Now tell me… did that hurt?”

“A… a little…” you answered timidly, the pleasure beginning to overpower the pain.

“And how about this?” he asked next, scissoring his fingers inside of you and making you hiss a bit as he stretched you for the first time.

“Yes…” you huffed, still trying to stay still but finding it harder with every new sensation Lau introduced to you.

Lau let out a low chuckle. “Well, it always does for you the first time, so just try to bear it,” he said, stretching you a little further until you had the sheets balled up in your fists and your jaw clenched with discomfort, little whines slipping from between your gritted teeth.

Then, after what felt simultaneously like too long and no time at all, his fingers retracted, leaving you empty with your walls clenching around nothing.

But not for long. No, not for long.

“You can close your eyes, if you want,” Lau informed you, shifting his position slightly as he dropped his trousers to the floor from under his expensive, silky robe. “But whatever you do…” he lined himself up with you, wiping the slick he’d collected from you onto his cock before nudging the tip into your entrance. “Don’t scream.”

You covered your mouth with a startled gasp as he began to enter you, slow and steady and not with intent to hurt you per se, but also not with intent to keep with your hesitant pace.

A few squeaks of pain escaped you as you squirmed from under him, the fearful image of that needle stabbing into you and rendering your body motionless ever present with the threat that had been echoing in your head since it was promised.

But you’d just have to get used to this, you supposed, since it was all a part of the job you’d signed up for. You hoped each time it would get easier, become less painful than it was now. You could always ask Xiu, you figured. She seemed like she would look out for you when she could, answer your many questions as to what all this entailed since you’d never had a mother or a real older sister to tell you about these kinds of things.

But the words that formed your worries began to fade away into a blurry haze as Lau began to pick up speed, at first rolling his hips into yours and then quickly and harshly burying himself deeper inside you, each motion pulling a whine or a moan from you involuntarily.

“Pretty sounds from a pretty girl…” Lau commented in between his grunts, which were becoming more frequent as your insides squeezed tighter around his twitching cock. “The customers will surely be pleased with that.”

It was becoming too much, this feeling that had been building inside of you, your stomach winding into a tight coil. Tears welled in your eyes again and you tried to blink them away, but you were relieved of all your fear and worry the moment you felt that coil snap, an overwhelming pleasure causing you to cry out and tense up, eyes rolling behind fluttering lids as your back arched and your mouth hung open with the ghost of your moan.

Seconds later, while you lay stiffly on the bed, you felt another new sensation as Lau filled you with his hot, sticky cum, groaning out a long note as his body hunched over yours and his head rested in the crook of your neck, both of your chests heaving as your breathing tried to recover from the shallow panting.

As time went on, your muscles began to relax and you felt the euphoric haze that had temporarily clouded your mind begin to drift away with some of the adrenaline, causing the pain to nudge its way to the forefront.

After Lau pulled out of you, he quickly redressed himself and caught his breath, turning back to you, who was still laying on the bed with a glistening mess between your trembling thighs, and giving that sly fox grin as he simply stated, “Well congratulations, my dear. I’d say that you passed the test.”

He pulled out an intricately printed silk handkerchief from his pocket, whipping it out of its neatly folded state with a single flick of his wrist, and approached you to wipe away as much of the bodily fluids as possible. Then he helped you sit upright, placing a hand at your back for support, and took your chin in his palm again as he directed your half-lidded, fucked out stare towards his narrowing leer and muttered, “Just remember… The next time a customer comes to call, you be as good for him as you were for me. Understand?”

Not even fully comprehending what he’d said, you just nodded your head lethargically through your daze.

He let go of you then and prepared to make his exit, being kind enough to give you the rest of the night off, suggesting that when you were ready you headed to the bathing quarters to finish cleaning yourself up. He said he’d send Xiu over shortly, that she’d help take care of you, and then he was gone, vanishing like smoke from your forever changed world.

And maybe, you thought, if you pretended that every man who found himself on top of you was him, things wouldn’t seem so bad.

Maybe, somehow, you’d figure out a scenario that would cause your boss to have to reprimand you again.

Because, for as much discomfort that having Lau inside you had caused initially, there was even more pleasure in the aftermath, and that night as you were drifting off to sleep inside your new home you found yourself reliving his touch, craving the graze of his fingers over your sensitive skin and the way he’d hit that spot deep inside of you just right.

And just like that, you were entrapped in the spider’s web. A beautiful butterfly to be spun in the shimmering silks of the venomous predator who’d crafted the perfect trap.

***

(I feel like this is so far out from the type of stuff I usually write but hey. sometimes you just gotta mix it up a little.

Anyway, i’ve never actually read or even looked for a Lau fic before, so i have no idea how niche or saturated the market is, so to speak. But something just made me think about him and how, even in the manga, he’s not really around a ton.

Surely he must be getting up to something with his own business when he’s not on the page haha

Anyway, like always, thanks for reading!

See you next time, byyye~!)

[tojibimbo]

im not crying you are.

tw : cheating , toji being detached , when isnt he ? i got lazy again & didnt proofread, forgive me :c

you offered him a choice, his honesty or divorce papers.

he called you childish for suggesting either, the latter more so. tojis hands, scarred and rough from labour, they gripped at your wrist. refusing to let you walk away from what he has provoked.

it was only one night. he mused. one night you spent alone, while he spent between some woman's thighs. one night you wondered endlessly, and lamented over a criminal of infidelity.

you were beyond betrayed, past wondering why you weren't enough for him. or maybe you hadn't reached that point at all.

his argument felt empty as you stared at smeared stains of lipstick across his neck. like he barely cared to cover up, hide his disgusting behaviors from his damn wife.

he tried his way at coaxing you, hands pulling and massaging your hips, telling you to forget the whole thing and come back to your shared bed. sheets stained with the memory of some foreign women. damn her.

damn it all that you had to come home to this, to a positive pregnancy test ... to an ungrateful husband.

again you offered him a choice, of course, he put it off.

this house was silent for days on end, every corner you turned unloaded the distant memories of when your days were much happier. toji would pick you up and blow raspberries into your stomach until you were teary eyed and begging for him to put you down.

toji had them too, he had his own little regrets. he noticed yours too. but he didn't dare lift a finger to ease you. if he was going to drown, he's taking you with him.

for once, the load became too much, your shoulders ached. so you put it all down. you left toji with the excuse that finally your burden would be lighter. you'd stand tall and proud once more.

for a time, you did. your life resumed in a small apartment, busy with job searching and unpacking. you had no time to think toji this or toji that.

but when the dust settled, so did the weights. you were back in this loop of leaving his messages on read. considering a reply, considering his reply. spiraling back into if you could stay in his bed one more time : would that be enough?

it could never change what happened that night, hell, it might make you hate yourself more than anything when morn come. but for now, you'll shoulder this burden. you'll carry this atlas everyday, because you know toji will do the same.

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