#kept it short cause im sick again

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: romantic

[raspberry-vinaigrette]

thought of how software by nick lutsco is soooo abel coded

I saw how you suffered

And I was covered in shame

I take offense at my comfort

And never remember your names

"you" in the first line is scott -- abel is ashamed of how 01_01 suffered due to abel trying to bring scott back, but ultimately in the next lyrics he refuses to let himself be comfortable in life without either the grief of losing scott or the joy of having scott back. he doesn't try to remember the names of the other managers after scott dies because hes practically just waiting until the day one of them can be scott.

I am blaming the software

There’s something wrong with the code

Then we fight for solutions

As if we’re screaming at ghosts

It’s all a part of the display

It only adds to the pain

I left my car on the freeway

And I'm never going back again

the first two lyrics is ... literally him trying to figure out how to bring scott back. he figures if he just reoptimizes the code a bit more, itll be like scott never left and everything will be worth it. he'll be a person again. "then we fight for solutions / as if we're screaming at ghosts" is abel trying to find a solution to his grief over scott, but it's a losing cause. he is both literally arguing with ghosts (the people who have died in the name of becoming scott) and metaphorically doing so (trying to argue for something that is intangible). "it's all a part of the display / it only adds to the pain" because 01_01 was marketed but that only made abel feel worse when 01_01 kept failing to be scott, along with the subsequent five managers and every phone guy after that abel got to witness... "i left my car on the freeway / and i'm never going back again" is a bit more of a stretch but like. cars are vehicles typically used to get somewhere or get away from somewhere, a means of transport. in this sense, abel has stagnated. hes still trying to get to the same goal by some means but hes rejecting the one way that will get him there reliably. he is going towards a cause he keeps sabotaging himself on and the cause (bringing back scott) was doomed from the start !!! my brains kinda short circuiting cuz im tired rn but i have THOUGHTS on this.

I keep surmising you’re next And my indifference withdraws I begin pulling you closer And mourn each passing day lost It’s like I’m fighting a sickness Convincing me we’re already gone Sometimes it feels like God is a DJ And “Tribulation” is His favorite song

first two lines are about abel w/ the five managers after scott passes... he keeps sending the five managers to their deaths and while hes a dick in the name of having scott back, each time he might be able to have scott back he softens a bit in the face of it. he keeps pulling the memory of scott closer and mourning him just as badly, and itd likely be hard for that not to leech into when the five managers get closer to being "scott". but then his hopes are shattered again, of course. also on the "tribulation is His favorite song" line -- tribulation can literally mean "an experience that tests one's endurance, patience, or faith" and especially with scott being treated like almost a deity in how highly hes spoken of ... abel believing that all the pain hes going through is a test of faith in scott... aauagh.

this is part headcanon and all but its still interesting to think about in terms of application and interpretation of canon events methinks ↕️🙂

[btw... @rratskill @antiquecandlekitty sorry for pings but i think yall would like this... feel free to tell me not to mention yall in the future if that bugs you :)]

[strellzzz]

! STOP PLAYIN WIH ME part 2 nsfw

he leans down and starts hovering over you

"i get that your mad at me , but your not going to sit here and ignore me." (him)

you rolled your eyes and looked away from him.

"look at me when i'm fuckin talking to you"

he grabs your face and made you look at him.

"you gonna say sum or what." (him)

you looked at him with a blank stare not saying anything.

"you don't wanna talk huh. ight bet." he lets go of your face.

"i'm gonna give you sum to talk abt then." he pulls down his pants and boxers showing you his dick.

"wait.." (you)

"nah stfu. you didn't want to talk a min ago. why tf you wanna talk now." he said while holding it in front of your face.

"open." (him)

you opened your mouth doing what he told you to do. He grabs your head shoving it in your mouth. he places his left hand on top of your head and the right on the bottom of your head. he starts face fucking you to a point you start gagging for air.

"breathe..." (him)

you start breathing out your nose catching your breath and not gagging anymore like you were before.

he starts face fucking you kinda fast to a point you were drooling and getting saliva all over your shirt and legs. he eventually stops and takes his dick out your mouth. he pushes you back and grabs your legs pulling you close to him , he pulls your shorts off your body where it's nothing but your lace panties. he pulls your panties off you exposing your wet pussy.

"you knew i was gonna do this shit. you knew ignoring my calls was gonna piss me off .... you wanted this. huh." (him)

he gets on his knees becoming face to face with your pussy. he starts moving his head closer eating you out. you started slightly moaning while he uses his fingers moving in n out your pussy while sucking n licking ur pussy.

"i want you to cum. now." as he mumbles with ur pussy in his mouth

he starts fingering your pussy faster n faster erasing the thoughts in your head. eventually, u cummed which was in his mouth and on his chin.

he lifts his face up while swallowing and wiping his chin.

"i'm sorry ..." you said while catching your breath

he flips you over on your stomach.

"arch that ass up." (him)

you did as he said with no hesitation.

he begins rubbing your pussy while shoving his dick inside you. as you started squirming because you knew it was really big for you to take.

"stop fuckin squirming." he said in a sorta loud tone

he started going slow while making his hand reach your neck pulling you back.

"i'm so sick and tired of you bein mad at me for stupid shi... im gonna teach you a lesson." (him)

he lets go of your neck and you laid your head back to where it was. he started thrusting hisself inside you.

you started moaning a little loud because he was going to hard for you.

"i'm sorry..~"

as you was telling him you was sorry it was like he doesn't care cause he kept going faster

"you sorry huh.." (him)

"yess..~" (you)

"no you not. your gonna do the same shi over again." (him)

as he said this he started going rough n faster. you started moaning loud.

"your gonna take all of this dick bitch." (him)

as he kept going you felt a need to cum , he knew you were going to cum so he stopped all of sudden.

"what.." (you)

"i'm not gonna finish until you say your never gonna get mad at no stupid shi ever again." (him)

you went quiet cause you knew if you said that yo ass would b lyin.

"say it." (him)

"i won't get mad over stupid stuff again.." (you)

"uh huh." (him)

he started back thrusting inside you harder and faster.

"take all of it mama." (him)

as he was saying this you started cumming all over his dick. he took his dick out of you

"get up." (him)

you struggled sitting up and you looked at him.

"tongue out." (him)

you opened your mouth and he started stroking his dick to a point he started cumming inside your mouth. when he got done you closed your mouth and swallowed it.

"you done bein mad at me?" (him)

"i guess.." you rolled your eyes and smiled

"stop playin." he pulled up his pants and boxers and grabbed your panties and put it on for you while putting your shorts on you as well.

he grabs the remote and sat with you and turned your favorite show back on.

"how tf do you evn watch this." (him)

"ummm not to much on my show." (you)

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LISTEN YALL I TRIED , THIS IS MY FIRST NSFW STORY ON HERE SO LAY OFF ON ME PLEASE

😭😭😭.

maybe if i could do mind control and make y'all heart it you would do it.

[starythewriter]

KINKMAS 10 thor odison x male reader. a heated winter.

it was beyond, cold, all you had on were a couple shorts on, you love winter, the ginger beard, the amazing smell of pine and eggnog. but, also the snow and the ice, it was your favorite. you loved your blue eyed, handsome boyfriend, with a wonderful bread and thick long blond hair, he had the best biceps and amazing abs.

not only was thor, very hot, but he is super talented. you loved him all around, from his body to personality to his talents to his powers. you however with a very powerful wizard, with many tricks, spells and rituals. according to thor, you were pretty,sexy and hot. thor loved you and he would always take care of you during time of sickness.

  you saw thor, rubbing oil onto his biceps, you blushed. "like what you see" he said looking at you from a mirror near the bed, you blushed even harder. "flex" you whispered to thor, you got and hugged him, his body was so big almost like a tree. you gave him a kiss on his abs. he flexed you slowly licked his right bicep "tastes as good as ever" you said chuckling.

"come here thor" you said with a smile, "put on this blindfold" "Y/N what is this for? I feel like your planning something naughty." you chuckled you gave him a kiss. you snapped your fingers liting 4 candles around you, "walk with me thor, would you rather be on the bed or floor" he said: "depends on what we are gonna do" "thats a surpise handsome"

"on the floor" you lead him to the floor, he sat criss cross "relax" it was still very very cold, but you removed your shorts, along with your boxers. you slowly got ontop of beard slowly grinding aganist it. "fuck" you heard him groan. he tried taking off the blind but you did not let him, "untill you make me feel good enough you cannot remove the blindfold"

you felt him smile against your hole, "you taste amazing" you kept grinding harder, releasing louder moans, you could not explain how you felt with thor but you felt bliss and so much love. the candles were shining brighter. thor grabbed you tighter, planting kisses all over your insides.

you were close to your release, so you grinded, thor felt you shiver and decided to lick you clean, finally you moaned and came undone right on his tongune. "love you so much baby" you took off his blindfold you were too overwhelmed to do anything else, he set you onto the bed, slowly entering you again, he kissed your chest, slowly mouthing off with your nipples.

causing you to moan even louder. "fuck thor… your so warm" you say closing your eyes, thor loved having you so lewd, clearly he was yearning for this as you heard him whisper compliments. you picked up his pace. he was close, you moaned, the candles got even brighter, a peak was coming. thor moaned giving your arms a kiss, he loved everything about you, he had a special kink regarding witches. "think about all the spells youll conjure up with my cum ill give it to you" he smirked, "lets see if you produce enough" you said smirking.

his pace quickened almost as if he accepted a challenge, you slowly started to whisper a spell tying the both of you together, "hold this red rope thor" he smiled, you saw a glisten of lust in his eyes, he went faster. he tied the rope around his wrist and you did the same. you both moaned loudly he whispered "I… fucking love….. you" the rope glowed as you both came and it felt almost as if you had experienced 4 orgasms at once.

"that was so fucking sexy" thor said. you kissed him again, "once im doing spreading this around you, can use it for whatever you wish" you smirked. thor slowly thrusted into you. after a couple of minutes. he pulled out "thor… dont… stay inside" "alright handsome, what about your dick" he said as he slowly pumped you. you were too flustered to speak.

THE end!

[nightwanderers12081]

hiii im back again with an old au that i never talked about yes i have an au problem no i will not do anything to solve said problem

This is all copy-pasted from discord, so it is slightly a mess in terms of order of events

this is a adjl/dp crossover au-

Its an idea based on the fic mirrored by Lynse(ITS SO FUCKIN GOOD HIGHLY RECOMMENDED)

HERE IS MIRRORED BY LYNSE, ONCE AGAIN HIGHLY RECOMMENDED ITS A GOOD READ

ALSO! This au is implied for goin/going dragon, although it can be seen as platonic /gen

If you dont like that this isn't the au/post for you

//spoilers for DP and ADJL, implied experimentation and torture( fuck the giw <//3), shock collar(/nsx, again gonna fight the giw), injuries mention

This whole au kinda focuses on Danny healing and Jake and Danny becoming friends and seeing them grow

So this takes place after both their shows and AGIT (a glitch in time), The short description is that Danny is captured by the GIW and goes through alot of shit (they fuckin suck i hate them), one thing including a collar that would shock phantom upon speaking (FUCK THEM WHOLEHEARTEDLY), His phone(for phantom, not fenton, he has seperate phones so people dont figure out his identity), is shattered, and the SIM card is broken(not unfixable, this is important i swear)

The GIW eventually attempt to move Danny from their base near Amity park to new york,

The dragon council catches wind of this(More specifically that they're transporting ghosts), and since ghosts are magical creatures, Jake's given a mission to intercept and free the ghosts being transferred

So he does his job the night of the move, He absolutely wrecks the GIW's vehicle and frees the other ghosts, he also finds the broken remains of phantom's phone(GIW are trying to fix it to access his info smh)

He notices phantom who doesn't seem able to move(injuries + shock), so he yoinks danny and takes em back to his grandpa's work shop

Phantom is fuckin terrified and relieved, hes been kept for weeks bh the GIW and kinda lost his fight(poor bean, he acted really submissive after a lil while being with them, This au genuinely hurts me why do I do this BABNDBS), He doesn't trust jake(which, fair, bro did kinda kidnap him in a way ABBS)

At the shop, They(Jake Fu and Grandpa) Check over injuries(that phantom allows em to see, again not vv trusting of em), and do the best of their ability to clean em up, They deduct that they need to bring Spud the following day to get off the collar

Phantom ends up staying with jake and his family, who were briefed about the situation and were very friendly, He stays with jake in his room because he doesn't want to be alone

The next day Jake has to unfortunately go to school bc that exists, and Phantom's left at their home with jake's parents

Phantom has a breakdown, and Jake's dad hears and comforts him(Literally Jake's dad is the fucking sweetest dad in the show abdbbw)

The break down was about everything that happened, and extreme home sickness

Jake's dad tells Jake about this immediately when he gets home, Jake remembers the phone(it has danny's logo on it, its vv clear whos phone it is BABDB), and asks Fu and his grandpa to repair the SIM card(their shop is an electronic's shop for those who hasn't seen the show)

After, he goes back and gets Phantom and Spud, who quickly disables the collar

The damage is already done though, despite being free of the collar Phantom stays quiet (im gonna cry why dO I DO THIS-)

A few other things planned-

The long family notices that Phantom despite eating a little bit(he cant eat much at a time cause starved n stuff), doesn't seem to be replenished at all, When asked, Phantom tries to avoid the question, but quietly mumbles about how he needs ectoplasm to consume

waaaay later(like a week and a half?), the SIM is fixed, and inserted into a new phone that Jake gifts to Danny, and hes over the moon about it, hes not vocal but hes very expressive

Before danny gets a new phone Spud and Trixie both do a little research into danny phantom and find amity park, alot of the information is blocked until they use a VPN to switch their location to amity park and learn alot, They share this to Jake

They learn about how he's supposedly is the town hero, the times he was public enemy #1 (including an interview danny did with lance thunder explaining every bad circumstance with him, literally none of them were in his control BANND)

They dont do much with the information but I thought it would be nice to include

The next day everyone's out of the house, leaving Phantom home alone, He goes on the couch and with a bated breath, calls Jazz(HO BOY THIS IS A WHOLE OTHER THING I NEED TO TALK ABOUT), Jazz is fuckin worried but Danny fills her in very vaguely on what happened(he mentions he was taken by the giw, no other detail on that part), He tells tucker to track the call so they all can know where the fuck hes at (also fun tid bit, his voice was hoarse and jazz comments on it)

Jake gets back from school and walks in, Hes shocked cause this is the first hes heard phantom actually speak, He overhears Phantom telling jazz that he was taken in and how he thinks their family is really kind and how hes confused on why they're so nice for him, Phantom's really appreciative

The call ends on Phantom promising to call again soon, and that they'd discuss a place to meet once they know exactly where in new york he is

I feel like smth worth mentioning is that Danny has been hiding his secret from the longs as much as possible

Phantom notices Jake after the call ends and very nervously greets em, they probably have a smol chat

So you may be wondering, whats going on in amity park?

Well, after Danny's disappearence, Team phantom are the first to notice and are very worried and concerned, They look around for him

The ghosts soon catch wind after showing up and being informed Danny Phantom has gone missing, His regulars like Skulker, Kitty, Johnny, Ember, etc are very worried, along with his allies, and try to find him through the ghost zone

Other ghosts use this to cause havoc, But Team Phantom and the Red huntress are holding ground and taking care of them in Danny's absence

SPEAKING OF THE RED HUNTRESS, Valarie is a little concerned upon hearing about Phantom's disappearance, Jazz tells her whats happening(shes worried for her brother, shes not really thinking about keeping team phantom's involvement a secret), she also lets it slip that she thinks the GIW has something to do with it

Eventually Team Phantom let her in on the whole secret identity bc they're fucking worried that their friend hasn't been seen in weeks

Eventually they do get that call and its a huge relief

I plan for Danny and them to meet at a park in new york(near where hes at), Jake probably tagging along bc he doesn't want Danny to get lost or anything, Also valarie tells him she wants to talk about everything after hes doing okay and everything is back to normal at the meet up

At some point I also want Danny's secret to be revealed to the long family, they'd 100% take it well

One night (post phone call woth jazz), Jake's dad comes into jake's room to wish Phantom and Jake a good night, But Phantom isnt there

Jake had noticed his window was open earlier but didn't think anything of it until they realize phantom's missing

He opens the window and climbs onto the roof, and finds phantom laying on the roof stargazing, He lays down with em

They're chillin, Jake asked if phantom likes stargazing and he nods

Out of no where Phantom talks about how he wanted to be an astronaut, and they have a soft moment on the roof

Thats everything i have for this au so far ~ Ender/Whisper

[kusundei]

i cant i feel sick. sick sick sick im fucking sick and idk what to do i feel sooo sosoo dramatic. plus im not even like ALONE i cant do anything his mom is right in front of me this is mortifying??? i just like cant stop shaking and i feel heavy. like i feel the weight of my body and its making me evil. i just cant stop thinking about it and in trying to rationalize. im okay its okay he’ll come back??? i left too. i knew he was going to go. i knew staying wt his house for as long as i did was goinf to kill me once i went back. i knew i knew i knew. i know and yet its still as bad as it is despite how much ive thought about it. i thought ifnoring it would save me or acknowledging it and prepping dor it would but nope. not saving me. making it worse.

Its just everythint thats happened these past few weeks keep replaying in my head and its like jesus chrisr. what the fuck im never getting this back? the time i spejt wirh him these past few weeks r probabky somethijg i will not experience again. at least not for a long time and not to this extent. being with him for that long keeps reminding me of how much i cant like? function? without him? its weird like of course i can function. but i shut down as a person. im not. happy. i dont think. its just it really occurred to me last night and i still feel awful i didnt finish his hw. if i have time i’ll do it and ask him dor his like login and turn it in for him but no i sat there for a while and just. it was tfb. i know it was they make ne EVIL i just kept remembering oh hes leaving. in a few hours. i did not want to sleep. couldnt. but i couldnt be evil either because i cant do that to him??? its so hypocriticalcbut its just like no he was already crying earlier i cant worry him like that. im nonchalant…… though i know he knew its just like. im okay enough. i know i couldve cried last night. not saying i didnt i did jusr a little. held myself in front of the fan cause i was forcing myself to be cold to stay awake and then just. idk. prevented me from crying i think? its just i laid with him and i kept thinking. oh this is the last time ill lay with him like rhis for q while. to sleep here w him. kiss him and just be in the same space and be simple and go out late at night and talk about random shit and not get wnything done and just be. to exist. it makes me sick. why cant i keep playing house forever? but no fuck that i dojt want to PLAY house i want to live it. i think truly these past few weeks may have made me selfish. at my core i know how i am and he says it all the time but you give me an inch ill take a mile ? or something along those lines its nust like . i cant? ive been shown something. given an opportunity. a life for a short amt of time incwhich i finally felt okay consistently? without feeling condemned? sick? evil? not saying it wouldnt happen every once in a while. of course it did i just sorta pushed it away because im taking in all the time i spent w gim and basking in that instead. i just keep thinkijg of how i mustve taken it for granted and not appreciated it enough maybe.

i know ill get back home and feel it again. it’ll hit me in full swing because ik myself. ill sit in my room and reqlise just where i am. how my life is and i cant escape the life ive been given. my circumstances and my life and everything i know i cant escape that. i cant escape my mom at least not for a long time and rhats the thing that weighs me down the most. im just tryijg to truly fight the feeling till i get home ? i wont tweak fully till i do. i know i will though. ive been fighting the same (ish) tweak for the past few weeks. i knew and i know. where i want to be still seems a thousand miles away ^_^ and pretendijg we feel safe right here gets harder everyday …. Heh. heheh. heh. i cant

[the-whispers-of-death]

i could see actor!stone and actor!kali doing one of the podcast episodes just very very quietly and very softly while speaking into the mics cuz host!reader wasnt feeling well that day and was asleep in the other room, but the episode still needed to come out.

maybe the footage is just both of them still in pajamas as well, sitting on the couch with blankets and whatnot cause theyre also still half-asleep (reader kept them in bed due to the power of being cute and whining about it being cold w/o them both)

idk just a very cozy, bordering asmr-y episode. maybe theres a few interruptions when host!reader has a coughing fit or something in the other room and one of them just reads out short-stories or does a rapid-fire QnA based on questions submitted to twitter or smth for a few minutes while the other runs to check up if everything is alright cuz of how hoarse it sounded

kali, reading the questions: hm.. question coming in from from [x]- stone, coming back and sitting down again: i swear its like taking care of a sick dog, had to wrestle him into taking cough syrup. unbelievable. kali: hah, a sick dog youre head over heels for? stone: unfortunately

its probably a lot shorter than the other episodes they post, maybe like instead of 1-2 hours, its a 30 minute sick-day special

idk im in the mood for cozy fluffy sickfic stuff rn, and this is reminding me a lot of the jenna&julien podcast. just them chilling together lol. i bet the fans would also love the blatant domesticity of it all, that they dont care that its half as long as usual

~ rusty

Oh definitely. Actor!Stone gets up every now and then to check on you while Actor!Kali mans the mics and just talks. And then afterwards when Stone is back, they talk about their comfort food and drinks.

I feel like since he has to talk so softly, Kali's southern accent comes out stronger than usual. And it just adds to the soothing atmosphere.

There's shuffling on Kali's end and the fans think Kali's going to check on you, despite them not being able to hear you coughing in the other room, but instead he's just reaching over to Stone and they can hear the crisp sound of Kali pressing a kiss to Stone's hand.

And the best part of it all, which makes the fans go rabid? They can faintly hear a soft giggle from Stone at the kiss on his hand.

[aroace-poly-show]

follow up to my last oc rant: im gonna cover weiss and jex here since im brain rotting about them again sigh

also i tried my best with the sort of worldbuilding dont come for me if its not great this was for fun

jex’s illness specifically was inspired by this fictional disease thing i saw on pinterest and im so sad bc i didnt save it so i cant link it FUCK anyway specifically it was heavily inspired by the ink cough one. essentially jex’s body pretty much starts to slowly fail on them. throughout the life of one affected by this, they’ll slowly become weaker and weaker, getting sick much more easily (and those sicknesses tend to affect them much worse), having more and more violent coughing fits, being unable to heal very quickly/properly/more prone to infections, and blood from any injuries gets darker overtime, eventually becoming black. a lot of people often become eventually paralyzed. nearly everyone who has it has their expected lifespan cut incredibly short. those rare people that live longer spend their last days pretty much suffering. (no one really knows what causes it, theres rumors that it was a curse from an old dead god, placed upon the world in their final breath.. 👀 hehe)

stress tends to trigger jex’s cough but its not ink its like blackened blood. while they do tend to cough occasionally just in general, stressful situations will trigger a really really bad coughing fit, its worse depending how distressing it is to jex.

oh, and i forgot to mention!! weiss also has a sort of condition!! basically whenever they have an injury that draws blood, flowers will bloom from them. these flowers often help the wound to heal faster than if they weren’t there!! weiss was always fascinated by this, and (!!!possible tw: sh!!!) !!!sometimes would get hurt on purpose to draw blood and see the flowers bloom. its pretty cool having basically blood flowers that help you heal faster...until its like an internal injury then theyre an absolutely fucking pain in the ass to deal with.

so, weiss and jex were childhood best friends. they’ve been best friends foreverrr (and now romantic partners <3) since the one time jex fell out of a tree like a foot away from where weiss was messing with mechanical stuff. how fun!! jex had pretty much hopped out the window of their house after their caretaker left their room for like 2 seconds to grab their tea (which they absolutely fucking despise). before weiss can even say anything jex is just like “OOOOO WHATS THAT OMG” and just. fucking grabs the lil mechanical thing weiss was messing with.

weiss got pissed off at first bc “hey who are you why are you touching my stuff??” but then was overjoyed at the opportunity to infodump about her machines and stuff. boom now theyre besties. weiss used to help jex sneak out all the time. jex absolutely loved weiss for this, she was helping them live their childhood and god they’d do anything for her already.

weiss learned why jex had to stay inside all the time but it never really hit her until she actually witnessed one of their coughing fits. jex’s parents flipped the fuck out and weiss saw the amount of panic from them. jex had always played it off as it not being a big deal but seeing them struggle to just fucking breathe really shook weiss. the next time weiss saw them she made a promise that she’d find a way to help her, no matter what.

jex just kind of went along with that promise not thinking it was gonna be a serious thing, but weiss took that promise very seriously. she started focusing less on her interest in mechanical things and focused entirely on studying to help jex out. unfortunately…it resulted in them starting to drifting apart. jex was kept at home more especially since there wasn’t anyone to help them sneak out. eventually weiss hears about this group working towards learning more about their world, pretty much just scientists. she hears about one of their goals to help heal those illness that keep taking lives and she immediately fucking joins. goddamn shes excited!!! she can finally help her best friends!!! if only she read the fine print…sigh

so the group she joins, fucking sucks. very unethical experiments and projects but uh oh!! it seems theyre working with the shitty corrupt people that have wayyy too much power for anyone to do anything major about. so uh oh!!! no one’s coming to sue their asses!!! how sad for these (non)human lab rats :(

weiss had no idea about it at the beginning until shes offered a higher position in an important project, and she takes it bc she was told theyre working on the exact illness that jex has!! so of course shes gonna take that opportunity!! but unfortunately shes gonna be even busier, and jex wasnt happy about it. they already barely get to se weiss, and now they might not see them at all? theyre kind of hurt, and feel like shes treating them the same as their parents did. not letting them live the life they do have, just focusing on trying to extend it. it results in an argument between them, with weiss storming out. weiss didnt really get it, why would jex be upset??? shes trying to save them??? the fuck is their problem??? but she brushes it off and goes to start her new project, yay...

shes totally having a great time until she finds out just how far theyre willing to go “for research” (theyre really just pretentious fucking assholes who are basically torturing people and using “but science!!!” as an excuse). girl witnesses them recruiting fucking CHILDREN for these experiments and nopes the fuck out. and steals a child in the process. oopsies!! (she returned that kid to their parents and told them to get the fuck outta here) unfortunately!! they dont take kindly to people who know too much leaving their little group!! especially ones that also steal their lab rats!! uh oh!!

so weiss goes to see jex in the middle of the night, scares the everloving shit out of them, scares them EVEN MORE after she explains her situation, and they make up really quick and go on the run together!! how sweet!! (they make up properly later, weiss said sorry like a million times <3)

nowadays they travel around under new identities (their current names are the new identities btw i just refer to them in the past with the same name for simplicity [*cough* i didnt come up with previous names.. *cough*]). they visit bars and jex often does little perfomances and magic tricks there! if anyone's up to it, jex'll have a little spar with someone as well. they get by asking for tips for their performances. they often move from town to town, but they're fairly happy together <3 weiss is still looking around for any leads on possible solutions to jex's condition though, its how she got to know dorian. they crossed paths once and dorian was more than happy to help with her goal!! jex is here mostly to just enjoy themselves with their beloved. <3

notes:

jex fucking LOVES spicy food. doesn't matter how spicy it is, doesn't care how much they always end up coughing afterward, they will eat any kind of spicy food they'll see at any restaurant. (weiss has to beg them not to eat too much otherwise they'll be coughing for hours)

i think about them alot to "if i could ride a bike" - park bird/chevy , specifically in a modern setting. i love them dearly

i ended up writing...way more.. than i thought i had oh my god?? pls i originally did them first bc i thought they had a lot less but..jesus fucking christ man;;

[pattwtf]

After these weeks, even if I didn't log in so often as I used to due to work and family stuff so I really don't know exactly who has been harassed and how, I've kept reading how many people feel so disconnected and distant from this site that used to be a refuge and a place where we all agreed on the love for Pedro/Pedro boys and other fandoms... I always felt safe, I saw the love we all had for each other through comments, supporting the work of artists that have been around for more than a year in general (some more, some less), friendly asks, etc. Love was in the air... And suddenly (although there are always a bunch of stupid people everywhere, not just here, like that's nothing new), something has happened and everything has become uncomfortable for many people, who feel singled out and judged for different reasons by a group of some jerks with bad intentions, prejudices and lots of free time.

... I understand (for what I could find randomly) that they have destructively criticized authors and their writings for random reasons, like age gap and other things ... Others were directly plagiarized, others left months ago after suffering bullying because people hiding behind fake accounts made up that they were mean behind the backs of people who appreciated them... Yeah, well, many many creepy things.

In short, what used to be, at least for me, a place to enjoy the work of other users and support everyone I could so they could continue doing what they are passionate about... Now feels like a place where those artists want to run away from and even stop creating for a while...

It breaks my heart and since I don't know exactly who this has happened to, I send all my support and love to everyone who has been affected. And I encourage them to always go ahead with what makes them happy. Take the time you need, post wherever you feel safe, but never stop creating cause of some rude, cowardly, unempathetic cowards. Most of us, 99% of your audience love you, enjoy your work and, if they don't, they understand that not everything is made for everybody, and that's perfect.

The other 1%... Please, PLEASE, quit. It's not just about this site, it's a about how you make other people feel, about how you can be so evil you do this shit and don't even think twice before. Everyone here is a human being behind a screen. With their lifes, jobs, families, studies and everything in between... You don't know who's struggling and enters here to feel a bit better doing whatever they love, creating or enjoying other's creations. Maybe someone isnt having the best time of their lifes... Maybe they are having the worst ever, and you guys go and give hell to them... Before you reach to anyone here, think if what you're gonna say will help them grow, improve, feel good...

Or if, on the contrary, whatever happens to you has only to do with you, with whether you like or dislike something that you could have stopped reading... With your preferences, which you should not impose on others, with your prejudices or with your vital dissatisfaction, in need of confrontation and people having a hard time to improve your mood.

IN THAT CASE, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Please and thank you. LET PEOPLE BE. You win NOTHING AT ALL doing those things and the one you annoy with all that crap can lose motivation, inspiration, you can hurt their feelings... Is it necessary to write 828119k words to tell you this as if you were toddlers? REALLY?

Sorry for writing such a superlong post, and im sure i might've maaany mistakes there. But im sure all of you understand what I mean and feel as sick of this as I do, with all these great people dealing with this who knows why...😒

Once again, we all appreciate your efforts, hard work and creativity. Y'all are so incredibly talented... It'd be a shame to lose any of you cause of these assholes.

LOVE YOU

Promise I won't be this intense in a while but... Yeah.

[espytalks]

Im ready to talk about what happened on sunday. Long post under cut, and to save time, its mostly copy pasted from a convo with a friend, so the tone is a lot more upset than i am now. i added extra thoughts in italics, and fixed typos.

Tldr, i fell into a boat, sustaining minor (but worrying) injuries, and had a big argument with my brother. Everything's fine now.

My brother has a boat, we know friends of the family who has access to a river we can boat on. Hes my brother, i like spending time with him, and he enjoys fishing. Hes super excited about this boat, man. He doesn't have anyone else to hang out with but me, so regardless im kinda pressured to go with him. I want him to be happy, ya know?

And today, we went out, second time ive ever been in a boat, and the truck gets stuck getting the boat in. Not a big deal, we can call my dad later. I have a hard time getting in, but i get in and we have a fun time.

I have severe psoriasis, and the patches on my arms started getting sunburned, so i say we should head back.

Tides low. Man.

He wanted me to get out of the boat. Im fat, man, im short, im not strong. He kept saying i can do it, that i can get out of the boat myself, and that there wasn't any other way, but when i tried, i fell back into the boat, scratching my back and leg enough to draw blood. I landed on my brother, i feel guilty about that cause we were both pinned and i hurt him because of the fall. I barely manage to roll around and get up.

Editing me coming in: i only had his foot pinned. He made it clear when we talked about it that night i didn't hurt him. He was tense at that moment cause we almost capsized, and he was focused on holding the paddle in the water to keep the boat in place, and because of me he couldn't move.

We loose the paddles we needed to push the boat to shore, he uses a fishing rod to reel us towards the paddle, we make it back to a place we could get out, but he still insists i get out first.

I cant, man. Im tired, im still not strong enough, and im scared now, and pissed, and sad, cause falling is one of my biggest fears and it already happened once.

We were actually close to the ramp with the trailer for the boat, so since i couldn't climp up and balance to get on land the hard way, i decided to wade through near waist high water to get to the slope, cause it was easier for me to get out.

Hes pissed. I learned later he heard a gater was in the area, he didn't tell me this info before i jumped in, cause he didn't want me to panic (it would have liked to know that, bro)

Editing again: unrelated but apparently discord has a word limit. Ive never reached it before this point.

I get out, im tired, were both pissed at each other. He wont let me get in the truck to sit down ( i decided to respect this, actually. I coulda said screw you and got in anyways, but i know that woulda been too far)

I sit on the bench, he calls dad to come get me (dad later called me, i gave him more info, and told him the truck was stuck and we needed help) im cold, wet, lost one of my crocs (i have both back, they're fine. Crocs can float, apparently)

We wait for about half an hour or so getting eat up by bugs in the sun and Florida heat.

Dad comes, i get in his truck, dad pulls the truck (and boat, by this point my brother got the boat onto the trailer) out of the water. My brother hands me my stuff, and dad and i leave.

I feel guilty leaving my brother to himself to wrap all that up, but he wasn't too far behind us, i guess, cause he was home by the time i had finished a shower.

Edit: he told me later he needed the time alone, and i shouldn't feel bad.

I washed the scratches as best i could, and put antiseptic on them, but im still worried about whether its gonna be ok. I don't have insurance, actually, and us healthcare is notoriously expensive, so if i get sick from this, i might be screwed. Dad seems to think its fine, i wanna trust him, but i was sitting in wet pants filled with who knows what kinda river germs for almost an hour so. Ya know.

Edit: im probably fine. Nothing looks infected, its been a couple days and i feel alright, and im being careful to make sure i know if anything develops. I have anxiety, so im always gonna worry about it, but i think ill be fine. Also, my favorite pair of pants is kinda ruined. Bummer.

Its been hours since we've all been home, we've ate dinner, ive calmed down, aside from worries about my health, and i know my brothers tired and still a bit upset about it. I think hes calmed down enough that it'll be ok, but im still anxious to really address it. He doesn't like talking about arguments and stuff after they happen, so its hard for me to get closure from events, and it leaves me feeling guilty for a long time. I have issues letting go.

Im tired, im anxious, im sad, im worried about my brother, and i think i don't ever wanna get on a boat again, but im gonna have to, i just know it, if i want him to be happy.

At this point i had a message from my brother, asking me to get him something. Didn't make a bit deal about it, (didn't even mention to my friend what the message was about) but man, im actually a bit miffed, even now. Like,??? He knew what i went through, i was tired sore, and hashtag done?? We talked about everything later, and we're ok now, i vented and we're putting this behind us, but man, he can be annoying. My friend said some reassuring stuff, mentioned it sounded like my brother was pretty rude, and i added this next part on.

Ya know, the worst part?

My brother mainly kept insisting i get out cause he thought i was only holding back because of fear. I kept telling him i couldn't, i physically cant, cause im weak and i have bad balance. He kept giving me the "believe in yourself, you can do it" advice. He didn't believe me when i said it wasn't psychological.

He was rude, but its cause he really loves me, ya know? He cares about me a lot, and he had a lot of faith in me. He's there for me when it counts. He's also just. A bit bossy, and doesn't explain things well, and he thinks he knows best all the time, and gets mad when people don't listen to him.

Im not much better, im kinda a bit of a bitch when im angry, too, but he was clearly a lot more stressed than i was, but he absolutely thought i was panicking when i wasn't.

My brother can be a bit hard to reason with, especially in stressful moments. He kinda gets locked in a mindset, and its usually easier to just let him go through his own motions and let him make mistakes. It usually means i get bossed around. Ive been trying to make it clear to everyone i don't like being treated like a child, but its still something i keep experiencing. When it bothers me a lot, i go and talk about it when everything settles.

He tries to be respectful of me and listen, which is why i tolerate it. We have a good relationship, i swear, its just. Difficult. When hes good, hes great, hes a good person, but hes also got some genuine problems, and so do i, and we need to communicate.

I was really rattled yesterday, basic stuff was thrown off, and i had minor difficulty focusing, and i was really sore. I found a bruise i didn't know i had, and i don't bruise easily. Ive been keeping the antiseptic on everything that needs it, and they're healing well.

He says it'll be a while before we go in that boat again. He does still want to go fishing, but hes gonna take me to various ponds and stuff instead. I just wanna go to the beach. He joked about how we can fish on the beach too. He laughed at the dirty look i gave him. I know hes not that serious.

Also, we saw manatees! I have some video, but it doesn't show em well. Its sad how that was by far not the highlight of the day.

[ryuuseini]

I really need to get this off my chest I'm just... I keep being told "learn to love yourself!! You cant expect people to love you if you dont love yourself first!" And "what do you mean everyone leaves you like youre purposely ignoring all the stable relationships you've had just to play the victim" by my family and im fucking sick of it.

To the first point - there are times where people are so deep in their self loathing and hatred, been told again and again they are unworthy of love, that they need someone to lend a hand in teaching how to self love. Because not everyone can do so when the world around them is constantly saying otherwise.

And to their second point - fuck off. Yeah, maybe its not good that I'm grouping people who do care in the same category as the people who don't... but have you considered that like, shit like this is triggering? Having a friend who promised to be there for you legitimately ruining your life; having a friend who said she was your friend and wanted to hang out with you, but each time you made plans she canceled last minute because it was her sister's birthday that day or some shit (only to see she hangs out with everyone else just fine); a person who said that they'll be friends with you and when you're floored by the fact that they waited for you instead of heading straight to class after gym, said "of course, I said I was your friend and I meant it," only for them to randomly ghost you like barely a month after this interaction and just decide to act like you exist simply when they want to, which is never, and you're just wondering what the hell you did to cause that; to the nicest girl in your class telling you, straight up, "of course you don't deserve friends! You just transferred here senior year, we already have cliques and friends we trust, how do you expect to break that?"; to the person who told you that he'll show you you're worthy of being loved, only to proceed to blame you for all of his unexplainable anger; to the friends who you thought had your best interest but talked about you behind your back about how much they hated you, to the point they willingly harassed you because you decided to leave; to the friends that said they'll try to be your friend but got mad when you pointed out that they rejected every single attempt for you to get closer but kept saying "you can join this one server we have" despite me explicitly stating that I Did Not Feel Safe There because someone who had harassed and stalked me was still in that server and there were zero protections offered for me to even feel safe in such an environment, only for them to decide a person who was suffering from such pain deserved no friends and got all of our shared friends to leave me, despite this being a private personal issue between me and them that I handled privately; to being blamed for a grown man's potential heart attack and that being JUSTIFIED by others while you're still a minor; to just... so many other bullshits I genuinely cannot describe, each happening within the relatively short time span of 5 years. Don't you think??? Don't you just think for a second??? That my brain is conditioned to think this way??? And being told "stop trying to play the fucking victim and realize the friends you DO have" is just ignoring the fact that I literally cannot because the pain is far stronger in my mind than the opposite? But you do nothing but help, so whatever.

And then I remember my first high-school. How I was gaslit, not only by my bully... But by the adults who were supposed to help me as well. I didn't feel safe attending any clubs, and the one club I did attend because he wasn't there... most of the people made fun of me anyway, there was no point. He was in every club with me, and instead of working out a thing so I - the kid who frequently felt isolated - could have a chance to socialize, I simply was expected to just not participate. I was suicide baited the day before a huge school trip by a friend of my bully under my bully's name, and when I went to tell the teacher hey, this happened, can you make sure I'm not paired up with this student who was also going to the trip, my bully stuck around to hear that, only to corner me at my locker to lie to me that he did care I got suicide baited (despite the fact I had texts stating that he only cared if the girl who had sent the texts under his name was going to get in trouble, and not the fact that I had been told my life was essentially meaningless) and had a girl who wasn't involved in the situation, who I thought was my friend, back him up and agree with all his points until I cried that I wanted to die and he should just kill me. The trip got canceled for me, but he was still allowed to go on it. We shared classes together and they were working to take me out of my classes to make my health better. One of these classes was my favorite class - the class where the teacher treated me like an actual fucking human being, the class I felt the safest in, the class I would hide in even when the teacher was teaching a different class because I felt fucking safe, the class that I wasn't put in initially for some reason but fought to be in - and they simply chose to take me out of the class instead of punishing him. How the head guidance counselor, to my face, told me "how can you say your bully isn't a friend of yours? He took the time to skip a class because he was concerned about you, how is that NOT something a friend would do?" And how, when I simply couldn't take the abuse anymore, they kicked me out of the school, forcing me to go elsewhere, where I did. And I didn't make any lasting friends and people ignored me 90% of the time, and at that 10% they cared I felt like... I had to pretend that they didn't fucking ghost me 9/10 times... Only for that school to fucking shut down at the end of my junior year, forcing me to go to another high-school my senior year, where I really had no one... Because that girl was right. Everyone already had their friend groups... I couldn't be expected to break that.

I'm just... I'm just not okay.

[bronzebtch]

nervous energy ft. personal issues (warning: long af) under read. but really im fine! just nervous <3333

so actually. for those who dont know, i'm 25 right? and im asian. there is some cultural context in there but im not gonna elaborate. but like, in december 2022, i was on this job — i was an assistant producer for a documentary company — and i... long story short: i really did love the people we interviewed, the places we've been, and the crew i was working with. but at the same time, the very person who was from my company (cause we outsourced most of our crew) really.... sorta really did me wrong. and ah!! im crying again writing this a little haha. but like, what i got away after quitting the job was that i was .... just this horrible fucking co-worker.

and the thing is, i know i did good. i know i did the best i could with what's given. like i was on my ass everyday arranging the people / the places we're meeting (bc we're dealing with a lot of academics and historians and museum curators etc), making sure the documents are settled and prepared, and having to be on top of the crews' general health whilst making sure we were wrapping on time so we can get to our next location. like!!! i really wanna believe i did well. but i also know i made some mistakes bc the miscommunication between me and my co-worker was so, so bad. and it just.... it left me so scarred.

and i kept thinking, you know. it's me. if i wasn't such a bitch, maybe this wouldn't have happened. but i also know logically its just honestly horrible miscommunication, and it was both our first experience on a back-to-back travelling documentary (hes like,,, 35+ male btw). and my co-worker and i did sit down and talked it through, but i still.... i left that meeting for some reason, like. not the same. like idk how to say it. i got home, and i had one of the most awful breakdown i've ever had. (like, to the point i got nervous trying to pick out a shirt to wear bc i didnt know how to dress myself.)

long story short, ever since i quit my job (ive been unemployed since jan 2023), i have not touched my computer for almost two months. i was so genuinely scared of it. making rhea in late february i think was like, the first courage i had to open up my laptop, and i'm so happy i did, and i'm so happy the friends i did gather here were welcoming as hell. you guys will have no idea how much everyday you guys encouraged me to do something else besides just.. mourning for my fate. i got motivation again to create because i'm writing with many of you. but the thing is... i've been trying to apply for jobs but i cannot do it. i can't. i can't open my email. i can't open my whatsapp. it terrifies me!!! and i don't know what to do, because i want to have a job, i want to keep moving forward, i don't want to always be afraid, but i am!!!!! i am!!! and im so sick of it!!!!

i want my parents to be proud of me again!!!! i had so much potential and i was so smart and i was so bright, i graduated with honours and 3.8 CGPA, and now what am i!!!! im none of those things!!!!! i feel like all i am are my mistakes!!!! and im so frustrated!!!!! and i want to get my shit together so i can provide for my sister and i can go out and eat with my friends!!!! but my god, even waking up sometimes is so, so hard. anyways .... i know this is long, but - if you're wondering why i'm slow atm, this is why! bc im rlly hoping i'll get a job by april :(( i'm okay though. i just. i need to let this out somewhere.

thank u for reading. rant is over :')

[fuckingthefictional]

Runaway Lovers- Part 3

A/N- I’m slowly back on my bs after a loooong hiatus! Enjoy everyone!!

Runaway lovers Masterlist

The clock has barely struck half past seven in the morning, when Polly arrived at her nieces London home.

It was a shame that Polly didn’t visit Ada more often, she most certainly missed seeing Karl grow up before her eyes and not to mention the home in question was beautiful.

While the older lady lingered on her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed the front door open.

“Pol?”

Ada’s voice interrupted the steady stream of thoughts flowing through Polly’s conscience.

“Morning love.” Polly stepped inside the building, a thoroughly confused Ada on her tail.

“Not to sound rude,” The young mother paused, “But what are you doing here?”

The older woman paused, stopping in her tracks, “Ada,” She sighed, “You know the whole Finn situation?”

The brunette nodded.

“Well,” Polly continued, “He wrote to me, saying he wants to see me- he said to meet here.”

“And you’re not telling Tommy?” Ada’s hands were perched on her hips defensively.

“No.” Polly’s short answer, suggested to the room how serious she was about this whole situation, “Finn was trying to get away from the whole Blinder business, and honestly I don’t blame ‘im- the boy was always destined to break away from that side of the business, I knew it from the day he was born.”

“He’s staying here in London Y’know,” Ada smiled softly, “Got a job and everything, him and his girl visit me every other Saturday- he seems really happy Pol.”

“And that’s all I could ask for love.”

//

Finn watched as the clock ticked, he knew he was being hyper aware. That he was planning everything down to second.

It was a habit of his. Apparently something his mother used to do too according to Ada.

Finn’s eyes were torn away from the small clock on the mantelpiece when he felt your hands place themselves on his shoulders.

“You’ll be okay love,” He felt a kiss on his cheek and the familiar scent of your perfume rush up his nostrils, as you nuzzled into his neck.

It was almost as if all of Finn’s worries melted away, it never ceases to amaze him- how one touch from you, caused an abundance of relaxation to flow into his veins.

“I’m worried.” He admitted, “What if Tommy finds out?” Finn uttered the one thing that had been playing on both of their minds.

“Then we get Alfie to sort it- We carry on as we have been.” You state, clearly attempting to navigate your way around the topic of Finn’s brothers.

“But what if-“

You took his face into your cupped hands and pulled him so that he was facing towards you.

“Sweetheart- listen to me.” You took a deep breath in and tried to calm your own doubt and nerves, “Everything will work out, I promise. It may not look good now- but I’m positive that in the end we’re going to be happy and in love whatever the outcome is.”

Finn nodded slightly, leaning in again to press a soft peck onto your lips.

“Now if you’re wanting to be on time, then you should probably start making your way over to Ada’s house.

“Y’sure that you’re not going to come with me?” He sighed dejectedly, his lips pursed.

“Look sweetheart,” you smoothed his collar for him, brushing away imaginary dust from his shoulders, “You know that I’ll always be here to support you- but this is something you should do alone.”

Finn nodded- silently, agreeing with you words. He placed one more kiss on your lips, before exiting the room.

“Fuckin’ hell you got it bad Y/N/N.” Alfie’s gruff voice appeared from behind you.

“I know,” You smiled as you looked through the glass panes window, watching as Finn walked further and further down the street. Before turning a corner and disappearing, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

//

Finn felt sick to his stomach, he could just feel the anxiety bubbling in his belly with every step he took closer to Ada’s home.

He kept chanting your words in his mind like an encantation

It will all work out love

He arrived at Ada’s street

It will all work out love

Finn walked up to path leading to the door

It will all work out love

His fist hit the hardwood.

It will all work out love

“Finnigan Shelby!”

Shit.

Finn had been expecting a snack or a proper shouting to. he braced himself for the impact of Polly’s anger- but it never came.

Instead he felt his body be enveloped in a tight hug.

It took him a moment to adjust, but soon he was hugging back. He took a deep breath, allowing the comforting scent of his aunts perfume to flow up his nostrils.

“You silly bloody boy.” She murmured in his ear, “You didn’t half give me a fright.”

“M’Sorry Aunt Pol- I just, I needed to get away.” Finn whispered, guilt beginning to creep in his chest at the worry he caused his dear Aunt to have.

“No matter now Finn, you’re safe and happy.” The older woman took his face into her hands, “That’s all I could ask for.”

A pause or silence dawned on the pair, before the red headed boy spoke what was on both of their minds.

“Tommy doesn’t know about this right, nor Arthur or John.” The mere thought of his older brothers caused Finn’s heart to start hammering relentlessly.

“They know nothing.” Polly’s reassured him, “I do not intend to say anything either.”

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders and chest- like he could finally breathe.

He was safe

“So who is this girl that Ada speaks of?”

Maybe not

A round of coughs and splutters erupted from the off guard redhead, before he turned to glare at his older sister.

“You weren’t supposed to say anything Ada!” Finn grumbled under his breath. Ada just giggled guiltily into her tea cup.

“So you admit there is a young lady who has captured your eye.”

“Well I mean- I- Ada!”

Peels of laughter erupted from both women at the sight of the youngest Shelby getting flustered over Polly’s question.

Taking a deep breath, Finn relished the feeling of air in his lungs before he blurted out a loud “Y/N!”

Both women once again looked at Finn amused

“Her names Y/N, the same girl ‘I was seeing back in Small Heath.”

“The one Tommy told you to break off ties with?” Polly’s asked incredulously, “You’re still with the lass?”

The redhead frowned in disappointment at the words that escaped from his aunt’s lips.

“Does she make you happy?”

He nodded.

“Does she make life worth living?”

Finn nodded once more.

“Do you see a future with this girl?”

He nodded fervently in response.

“Do you love her?”

Finn smiled sweetly, relishing the memory of the first time you both said those special words to eachother.

“I do, and she loves me Pol.”

Polly’s sank down from her chair to Finn’s eye line, “then I give you my blessing,” she kissed her nephews knuckles, “I can’t wait to meet her.”

-

The journey back from London was an easy one, Polly made sure to keep herself bundled up and out of the view of prying eyes.

By the time she arrived back at the betting shop, it was far past nightfall. And the streets were empty apart from the occasional drunk stumbling home.

“Where the hell have you been Pol?”

The older woman clutched her chest in surprise, flicking the lamp switch on she was met with the sight of Tommy sat in an armchair by the slowly dwindling fire.

“Thomas what have I told you about always lingering in the shadows of my home.”

“We’re have you been Polly.” The iciness in his eyes was enough to make Polly feel dread.

“If you must know Tommy, I was out on ladies business.”

“Ladies business hm?”, he fiddled with the pocket watch that hung on his waist, “I wasn’t aware that ‘ladies business’ was an affair that lasted all day.”

“What are you implying a Thomas?” Polly could hear her own voice harden, her whole stature becoming like a block of ice.

“I’m not accusing anything Pol, I’m intrigued is all.” His words held an air of arrogance, one that demanded to know all that had occurred.

“If you must bloody know Tommy, I’ve been with your sister. Ada called me a few days ago and requested a ladies day.” Polly spoke sharply, putting her nephew back in his place, “And next time you attempt to pry into ladies business Thomas, be a bit more polite, you’ll get nowhere with a rod up your arse.”

—

The walk back to the Solomon’s residence was a lot less stressful than the departure all those hours earlier. As Finn walked he felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.

It will all work out love

And it did, it had miraculously worked out- Polly was supportive of him and his decisions, his brothers were still in the dark to his whereabouts, and at the end of all of this he was coming home to a beautiful girl who loved him more than anything in the world.

As he entered through the front door, he was confronted by Cyril. “Hello matey.” He spoke lowly, “Have you been a good boy today?” Cyril cocked his head to the side, Finn rolled his eyes “who am I kidding you’re always a good boy.”

Taking off his cap, Finn wandered towards the living room- the fire was burning away and there was nothing he wanted more than to park himself in front of the orange flames.

What Finn was confronted with was a much more wanted sight, his girlfriend lying flat out on her back, fast asleep on one of the lounge chairs.

The redhead smiled, at the sight of the Y/H/C haired girl curled up in front of the fire.

“Y/N/N” Finn whispered softly, tucking a few strands of hair away from her face, “Y/N/N, love- I’m back home.”

There was a small groan in response, as Y/N rolled over onto her side still half asleep, “Finn?”

“Yes love?”

“Are you okay? You look close to tears”

Finn brought a calloused hand to his own face, sure enough there were tears collecting in the corner of his eyes, “Yeah Sweetheart, I’m okay- I’m just happy.”

“Finn”

“Yes?”

A small smile graced Y/N’s lips as she pulled Finn’s freckled face towards her own, “I told you everything would work out.”

Runaway lovers Taglist: @simonsbluee @wonderlandlovelove @blindedbypeaky @severewobblerlightdragon @ageofgreta

[otptings]

Oops

Idol; Mark

Genre; Smut

Warnings; slight exhibitionism, raw sex, nipple sucking, blow jobs, head (f receiving), choking, daddy kink (mentioned once), praise kink (implied)

Synopsis; You spill water down your shirt, accidentally making it see through and flustering your poor fwb, Mark

requested by anon I hope it is too your liking, thank you for requesting it means a lot to meet is 3 am where I am so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes ill edit it in the morning

Fuck. Looking down at my top I saw that it was absolutely soaked in water. Playfully glaring at Jisung I saw him look at me with an apologetic smile, the least he can do considering he made me spill most of my water bottle all over myself. Standing up I walked to Mark's dorm room. Looking around for a hoodie to through on over it I was interrupted by the door shutting. Glancing over my shoulder I saw Mark standing in front of it, his face a pale red.

"Are you okay?" Sighing I nodded my head before turning around to show him the full damage.

"Yea, my shirt is just absolutely soaked though. I'm borrowing a hoodie."

"Shouldn't you take the shirt off?" Raising my eyebrow I watched as Mark started to stumble over his words. Giving him a once over I realized that his eyes kept getting drawn to my chest. Looking down I saw that my lacy pink bra was completely on display.

"I mean it like you might get sick dude. Not that I want you to take your shirt off, not that that's a bad thing dude I just want you to be comfortable." Walking over to Mark I pressed myself fully against his chest, forcing him to lean back into the door.

"Do you like what you see?" At my words, Mark swallowed hard not knowing what to say. Smirking I leaned off of him and quickly pulled my shirt off of my head, throwing it behind me.

"If you wanted to see me without my shirt you only had to ask." Mark's mouth dropped open upon seeing me, we've been dating for a couple months but we haven't done anything more than make out due to the boys always being around.

Putting my hand under his shirt I rubbed down his chest, feeling his abs. Mark's breathing slowly started getting faster the lower I went. By the time I got to his belt I thought that he would pass out, his face almost completely red and him letting his awkward laugh. Undoing his belt, I quickly pulled his pants down, leaving his boxers in the way.

Rubbing along his cock I could feel that we was already fully hard just by my little bit of teasing. Looking up at him I rubbed my face against his cock, hearing his breath catch, whether at the sensation or the visual. Mouthing over his cock through his boxers, causing him to let out breathy moans, quiet enough so that the boys wouldn't hear us.

Pulling away I saw the wet spot at the tip, that I had purposefully avoided, was bigger. Playing with the elastic of his boxers I looked up at him again, seeing his head through back against the door. Tugging his boxer's down I felt myself get wetter at the sight of his cock.

He wasn't too big, but he was a perfect size with a curve to is. The tip was a light pink due to all of the teasing, and a precum was leaking from the tip. Not taking any more time to tease I wrapped my mouth around the tip, causing his first moan of the night.

Slowly going down I looked up at him through my eyelashes, surprised to see him looking back at me. I felt his dick twitch in my mouth, before I pulled back off. Licking all around the tip I flicked my tongue over the bundle of nerves under the head, causing him to let out a louder moan than the first.

"Sh you don't want the boys to hear us do you?" Quickly shaking his head Mark bit his lip. Turning my attention back to putting it down my throat, making my nose touch the little bit of stubble at the base of his cock. Moving my hand down I softly grabbed his balls, rolling them and lightly squeezing them as I sucked him off. His moans got increasingly louder the more I did.

Taking turns from sucking on the tip, to licking over his ball sack making him into a moaning mess. I felt his dick twitch again, along with a particularly loud moan and pulled off causing him to let out a little cry.

"I don't want you to come until youre in me? Okay?" Standing up I pulled Mark towards his heads, telling him to sit on it. Quickly taking off my shorts I straddled his thighs, leaning in to kiss him.

Our make out sessions normally were calm. Our lips move smoothly against each other, sometimes when it got more intense they would move faster. They were nothing like this kiss.

This kiss was full of list, him sucking my lower lip into his mouth causing me to moan. Licking into each other's mouth, feeling our tongues glide over each other, constantly fighting for dominance.

Suddenly Mark flipped our position so that I was on my back and he was in between my legs. Pulling away from the kiss, Mark pulled my bra. Placing both of his hands on my breasts, he slowly started to play with them, rolling his thumbs over my nipples until they were hard. Leaning down he placed my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hard causing me to let a moan at the sensation. His warm tongue swirled around my nipple, while his other hand continued to play with the other one, pinching and twisting it. Switching his attention to the other one I whined at my pussy getting neglected, I could feel the way my underwear was sticking to my soaked cunt.

"Ma-Mark please." I tried to speak but it ended up being a high pitched whine. Looking up at me I swear if I wasn't already horny I would've been soaked.

Mark looked at me with almost pitch black eyes, blown out pupils. He looked as if he wanted to eat alive, and I wouldn't put it past him. I felt a little like prey just waiting to be devoured.

"You were so vocal before what happened?" He sucked a bruise on both of my breasts before moving his kisses down my body. Stopping when he reached my underwear, glancing up at me again before he took them off and tossed them. I felt exposed by the way that he was looking pussy that I knew was dripping at all of the foreplay he had already done. "You look so pretty. Why haven't we done this before?"

Before I could answer Mark licked a wide strip up my pussy, before flicking my clit with his tongue. I felt my mind going fuzzy at the intense pressure in my stomach. Reaching my hand down I ran my finger's through Mark's hair, trying to catch my breath from the intense way he was eating me. I felt him slip in two fingers, and my mind truly went blank. I tried to warn him before I came but the way that his fingers were massaging my g spot, and rubbing against my walls all I could do was release a moan before cumming.

Pulling Mark licked his lips, before letting a growl leave his mouth. I've never seen Mark look more feral than he did in that moment. Coming back up he smashed our lips together, shoving his tongue back into my mouth. I could taste my essence, and moaned into his. I hadn't even realized that he had taken his boxers off until I felt his cock pushing into my entrance.

Separating our lips I watched as he pushed into me, bottoming out in one fast thrust. Biting my lip I felt a little bit of discomfort because of the stretch but the pleasure from the foreplay helped.

"You can move." Mark lifted my chin up forcing me to look in his eyes as he slowly thrust out of me. Biting my lip I tried to hold back my moans, finally remembering that the boys were in the other room. But Mark had different plans.

Without warning Mark started thrusting into me quickly, his hips meeting mine causing the sound of my wetness, and skin on skin to echo throughout the room. His thrusts were powerful that if it weren't for him holding me in place I would've been up by the head board.

"You don't know how I long I've been waiting for this baby." His hand went from my chin, to holding my cheek rubbing his thumb across it. The moment becoming more intimate.

"You're so gorgeous, I wish you could see how you look right now. So needy. Your pussy is sucking me in, you're so tight." Leaning down so he was beside my ear, I could feel his breath hitting my neck. Felt myself squeeze around him when he let out a groan directly beside my ear.

"You're doing so good for me. So pretty, my pretty girl. All mine." His thrusts slowed but never lost any of their power.

"All mine, your pussy is mine. Your heart is mine, all of you." His words combined with how he was thrusting into me, caused my eyes to roll back. I felt a shiver through my body, I never thought sex with Mark would be this good.

Sitting up Mark grabbed my thighs, pushing them further back. Leaning forward he started his fast thrusts again, grinding against me when his dick was bottomed out. I felt my orgasm coming again faster than before. The way his dick was massaging my walls, and the sensitivity from the previous orgasm. Sliding my hand down I rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts.

"Daddy I-im cumming." I didn't even realize what I let slip, until Mark's thrust got impossibly faster. He pushed my legs farther back, causing his dick to hit deeper.

"Cum for me." After two more thrusts I felt my thighs start to shake, as my orgasm hit. A couple more thrusts, and then Mark pulled out, jerking himself quickly before cumming on my stomach.

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath, opening them when I felt something warm and wet against my stomach. Opening them I saw that Mark was cleaning me up with a wash rag. Tossing the wash rag on the floor Mark slid into bed with me, tugging a clean blanket over us. Pulling me into his chest, I felt myself instantly pass out.

-

Little did I know the Dreamies had left for their dorm, after hearing the first moan. Jaehyun, Johnny, Taeyong, and Yuta had come back to the 10th floor, and had actually heard the whole thing.

Johnny and Jaehyun were proud of him.

Yuta was turned on.

Taeyong was disappointed in everybody, and questions his life.

[queenshelby]

A New Life

Part Eleven: Wrestling

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,486

Warning: Smut

Two weeks had passed since your trip to Kerry and you believed that Laura had finally realised that Cillian was not interested in her.

But, even if she was, this didn’t change anything between you and Cillian as you continued to hide your little affair with each other. One could hardly call it an affair though. You were friends. Friends with some benefits and tonight was one of those nights he visited you after Max had gone to bed.

You only had four weeks left with each other before you would return back home to Australia and you most certainly wanted to make the most of the time you had left.

Unfortunately, Cillian could never stay over which was something that bothered you and you always wondered whether it bothered him too. But if Max knew, everyone else would know too, so, after you had slept with each other, he would normally leave and then pretend the next day that nothing had happened.

Whilst, as an actor, this was easy for him, you struggled with it, wanting to kiss him and touch him when you were amongst friends. But that clearly wasn’t part of the deal and all intimacy was reserved for when you were alone with each other.  

Because of this, you couldn’t keep your hands of each other when he finally did come and visit you and tonight was no different.

Within ten minutes of Cillian’s arrival, you were both completely naked on your bed and Cillian’s hands were on your thighs, spreading your legs further as he went straight to work with his tongue.

You moaned as the heat of his tongue mixed with the cool night breeze and Cillian moaned as he plunged his tongue inside you, tasting you. He made short work of bringing you to an orgasm leaving you breathless and needy for more.

‘Fuck you are so good at this’ you huffed out as you slowly came down from your high but Cillian didn’t give you any time to relax.  

‘Turn over’ Cillian growled and you complied with his request and went onto all fours, wiggling your ass suggestively.

‘Take me Cillian’ you groaned as Cillian ran his hand over your bare back and down over your ass. ‘Cillian, please... I need you inside me’ you demanded.

You had spent all day together and couldn’t touch or kiss, but now you were desperate and needed to have him.

‘As you wish’ he smirked as he pressed the firm head of his cock against your opening.

‘Oh god yes’ you moaned as he held your bare hips and pushed his length inside you from behind.

Being pressed against the pile of pillows in front of you made you feel fuller somehow and you pushed back against him with his thrusts, hungrily taking every inch of him. He moved his hands up to hold your shoulders as he pumped his cock into you, causing you to moan loudly.

‘Ssh Love, you have to be quiet’ he reminded you while covering your mouth with his hand despite the fact that the noises you made spurred him on.

‘Fuck me harder’ you demanded, moaning into his hand, and it wasn’t long until he was pounding you roughly from behind.

While Cillian kept one hand on your mouth, he reached under you with the other to pinch your nipples, sending you over the edge again.

‘Oh god yes yes yes’ you groaned into the palm of his hand as your orgasm washed over you and, within moments, Cillian cried out as well as he came and filled you with his warm cum from behind.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he groaned as his cock was pulsating inside you and his cum mixed with your own liquids before running down the inside of your thighs.

But, just because he came, didn’t mean that he was done. He had great stamina and, shortly after he pulled out of you, you found yourself beneath him.

‘Eager are we, Mr Murphy?’ you asked, causing Cillian to smirk.

‘Always Y/N…I just love being inside of you’ he said and, just as he did, you whimpered as he drove into you again as deep as he could. You couldn't think straight enough to say anything by this point, but he didn't seem to be waiting for a response.

‘Fuck Cillian, I'm going to cum...’ you gasped after another fifteen minutes of passionate love making and, just as you did, he adjusted his position which allowed the area above his cock to rub against your clit as he thrusted into you with circular motions.

‘Yes, fuck…yes’ you moaned loudly as you came again, hard and fast, forgetting all about Max sleeping in the room next to yours.

Ignoring how loud you were, Cillian continued to pound into you and you cried out again while running your tongue across his neck and throat.

Cillian growled and increased the speed and force of his thrusting, making you cry out even louder as he dragged out your orgasm.

When you finally came down from your high, but Cillian hadn’t reached his just yet, you thought about something different, something you had read about in a magazine the other day.

You wrapped your legs around Cillian’s waist as he continued to fuck you, indicating to him that you didn’t want him to change positions which was what he would usually do after you came.

Then, you pulled him close for a passionate kiss while you reached between the two of you to collect some of the slick juices from your extremely wet core while feeling his cock thrusting in and out of you with your fingertips before playing with his tight balls.

The sensation of your fingers running over his balls made him groan into your mouth but, little did he know that you hadn’t reached your destination yet.

After teasing him a little, you moved your hand away from in between you and ran your wet finger through the crack of his ass while he continued to make love to you.

Then, slowly and carefully, you slid your finger into his tight hole. Just a little bit at first and, after he groaned again loudly into your mouth in between passionate kisses, you added a bit more.

The sensation overwhelmed Cillian completely and he broke the kiss to let out a loud groan while his chin dropped open.

‘Does that feel good?’ you asked as Cillian’s movements became more erratic and his moans became louder and louder by the second.

‘So good...’ he murmured, closing his eyes and losing himself in the moment. ‘I'm going to cum inside you so hard...’ he then huffed out and you were incredibly turned on simply by the thought of it.

‘Oh god yes…fill me up... Cillian I want you to fill me with your cum’ you moaned, racing closer towards another orgasm yourself.

Cillian grunted, fucking you hard, his cock wrapped in your snug pussy while your index finger was buried in his ass, teasing him.

You could feel the layer of sweat between you, making everything feel dirty as your slick skin rubbed together. You gasped again and shouted out his name as, suddenly, you came again and Cillian grunted several times, as thick bursts of cum filled your tight pussy once more. You could feel his legs trembling as he rode out his orgasm and you kissed him and pulled him close, too exhausted to move.

Eventually, when you both came down from your high, you removed your finger and Cillian pulled out of you which is when, suddenly, you heard a noise coming from near the bedroom door.

Quickly, you pulled the doona over you both which is when you noticed Max opening the door.

‘What are you guys doing?’ he asked, rubbing his eyes before telling you that he had been hearing some weird noises coming from your bedroom.

‘Uhm…Max…uhm’ you stammered, cheeks flushing red, unsure what to say.

‘You guys look funny and all sweaty. Are you sick?’ he then asked and you continued to stammer something of no substance ‘And why is Cillian in your bed? Is he sleeping here tonight? Why didn’t you tell me?’ Max then asked which is when, finally, Cillian responded to his many queries.

‘We were wrestling’ Cillian said with an awkwardly serious facial expression, causing you to swallow your giggle.

‘Why?’ Max then asked.

‘Because it’s a sport I’ve taken up and your mum is helping me train’ Cillian explained, causing Max to nod.

‘Why do you wrestle in mummy’s bed without wearing any clothes though?’ he then asked and Cillian took a minute or two to find an explanation.

‘You guys are weird’ Max finally observed before asking for a glass of water.

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#5

*sigh* so it’s that time again…could really use your fluff superpower 💞 no pressure though, I could always go back and re-read your masterlist

NEVER!! If my baby needs fluff, then fluff my baby shall have! This might be a bit bad cause I'm running a fever right now so... Bear with me😂

Anyway, here, have a little fluffy blurb that can be read as Alina x Darkling or Reader x Darkling depending on your mood.

"Grisha don't get sick"

He was a pitiful sight. He truly was: chest heaving, cheeks rosy with the unhealthy crimson of fever, alabaster skin paler than usual, on his hands and knees on the palace floor, no doubt after having lost his balance, but, somehow, I couldn't bring myself to pity him.

"I hope now you listen to me, and finally go to bed" I scolded, stopping right on front of him, hands on my hips. He looked up at me with glossy unfocused eyes,

"You sound like Baghra" He accused, making me roll my eyes.

"Well, if you were half a stubborn as a child as you are when you're sick, I think I can empathize with her"

"I'm not sick" He insisted, petulantly, even tho he was letting me support most of his weight as I helped him get up, "Grisha don't get sick"

"Fine. Poisoned, then. Obviously, someone slipped you something, a mysterious new chemical that makes you manifest every single symptom of the Flu, designed solely for you, since none of our tasters seems affect by this poison" I snorted, bending under his weight. It was obvious we weren't going to make it into his bedchambers, so I changed course, setting on the nearest guest room, that luckily was only a few feet away.

He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "damn right" into my hair, his -way too hot- breath sending shivers down my traitorous body, that forgot to be annoyed at him.

Finally reaching the bed, I tried to untangle from him and drop him on it, but he held onto me, making us both fall on the mattress.

"Well, well, well... If this was the reason you wanted so bad to get me into a bed, my darling wife, you needed only ask" The seductive effect of his smirk was completely ruined by the coughing fit that started shaking his body even before the last word was able to leave his mouth. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes yet again, instead getting up and away from him, despite his whining. He called my name, the genuine panic in his voice making me turn before reaching the door.

"Wait! Don't... Don't leave me, please!" He sounded so small, so vulnerable and unsure, I couldn't help but melt a little: There he was, the second most powerful Grisha in the whole world (the first being myself), the stoic, powerful Starless Saint who instilled fear in the hearts of our enemies and allies alike, reduced to a frightened, needy mess by a simple illness that hadn't been lethal in well over a century. Not to mention, he was actually immortal.

I shook my head. Men, they were all the same.

He pouted, misunderstanding my gesture.

"I'm not leaving, I'm just calling for a maid to bring us the tea the healers made"

"The healers already made the tea?"

"Yes, you might be in denial but luckily for you, your wife wasn't. The kitchens are already fully stocked with herbal tea, and chicken soup"

"And ice cream? For my sore throat?" He ventured, hopefully. By now, Ravka's eternal tsar's sweet tooth was the kingdom's worst kept secret.

"Yes, and Ice cream"

His replying smile was nothing short of beatific.

"Now, be a good boy, and stay there until I come back. Choose a movie for us to watch together, just-"

"No dramas" He smiled, trying to nod, but aborting the mission when the room started spinning around.

"No tragedies" I confirmed, practically sprinting out of the room, already in a hurry to get back to him as soon as possible. No, no tragedies, I thought. Only fluff, and happy endings for us. Forever.

565 notes • Posted 2021-05-16 22:39:40 GMT

#4

What do you think of a married darkling one shot where his wife is completely indifferent to his feelings/affair with Alina? Like she’s a Second army soldier first and is willing to put the grisha ahead of her feelings and marriage.

I'm thinking I could give it a (one) shot *ba dum tsk* I'm sorry please don't hate me

"Plan B"

Aleksander Morozova x Reader

General audiences

Warnings: Angst but like, not really

Alina was on fire. Her lungs were aflamed, her legs burning with strain, but she kept on running, she had to: she wasn't safe, wasn't going to be safe until she was outside of the palace grounds, outside of the city. Hell, probably outside of Ravka.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized her eyes where burning too.

He had lied to her. He had lied to her since the very beginning, and she had believed him, had let herself be swept away by gifts, and romantic ride dates and pretty words and soulful looks. Baghra's words resonated in her head "He's had centuries to master lying to naive girls"

A sob broke through her chest, the tears finally flowing free, obscuring her vision. She was almost blind in the darkness of the forest, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when she slammed into something hard and huge and was sent careening to the ground.

"Alina?"

"Mal!"

"Alina?" The second voice was a little harder to place, her eyes straining a little to see the features of the person it belonged to, until she finally recognized you.

"Y/N?" Alina took in your plain clothes, your winter boots, your traveling cape. Her mouth fell open in shock, was this why you had missed the fete? People had notice your absence, of course, and most were saying the reason for it was jealousy, that you were too bitter to stand there while the world watched Alina perform. Now she was starting to suspect different. "You're not wearing your keftka"

"Neither are you" You noted, stepping closer, and even in the dark Alina could see your gaunt, hollowed face, the bags under your eyes that looked too heavy to be just a day old. Genya must have helped you hide them, back at the little palace, but now you didn't need to keep your strong facade anymore.

Alina didn't know what to say. How many times had your suffering brought a smile to her face? She felt sick to her stomach remembering the dark satisfaction she had found in every new bit of gossip. The pleasure she had felt the morning Genya had presented her with a black keftka, the very next day after you had stopped wearing yours. The twisted joy when she woke up to a palace buzzing with rumours about you having moved out of the chambers next to the general's, the ones that had always been reserved for his personal heartrender but everyone knew what they really were for...

She felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she confessed,

"He-... He lied to me" There was no need to clarify, there was only one man in the world she could be talking about.

"Yeah, he has a habit of doing that" Your voice was a weak murmur breaking a little at the end, and Alina felt a new pang of guilt hit her chest. She had hated you so much, when you had never been anything but polite to her, despite everything. Because you had never, ever done anything at all to deserve her animosity, other than being the lover of the man she had a stupid schoolgirl crush on.

Now she realized you both had been his victims.

"Not that I'm not all for reunions," Mal's voice made the both of you jump slightly. Had she really forgotten he was there? "But we'd do best to keep moving"

Mal, loyal Mal, pragmatic Mal, pushing all of his questions and feelings and thoughts aside until the task was done, until the three of you could find some shelter or some safe hideout... He didn't wait for your reply before starting to walk again, and you both followed him in silence for a couple of minutes, until Alina's brain decided to catch up with the bizarreness of the situation of having her childhood friend from Keramzin and her not-really-nemesis from the little palace and the darkling's second in command running away together.

But Alina wasn't as stoic as Mal. She voiced her thoughts,

"What are you doing together?"

You opened your mouth to reply but Mal beated you to it.

"She saved my life," He surprised her saying, "back at that old hag's hut"

"Baghra?"

You nodded.

"... How?"

"I never trusted the woman," You admitted without a trace of shame, "but lately, she has been behaving even weirder than usual, so I kept an eye on her cause I was convinced she was going to try something at the winter fete, while everyone was distracted. I mean," You gestured a little awkwardly to your peasant clothes, "It's what I would do, ehrm, did... Anyway, I saw Olga guiding him and another first army soldier to her hut, and then I saw Baghra attack them"

It still didn't answer why you had saved him, an otkazat'sya, when you were the general's second in command...

Alina only realized she had spoken out loud when Mal stopped dead in front of you and Alina almost crashed into his back.

"Wait, you are The Heartrender? The Darkling's Heartrender? The Serdtseyedka?"

Alina understood Mal's astonishment, you had a fearsome reputation: The stone-cold beauty that rode in the night alongside the Black General, glowing in the moonlight, stopping the hearts of entire garrisons with the flick of a wrist. But in front of them, there was just a girl, an ordinary looking girl with a tired demeanor and slightly slouched shoulders and the sallow complexion of someone who had spent days crying, that not even the glow the use of grisha powers could totally erase.

"I'm not the general's anything" You snapped, "Not anymore"

Alina nodded her confirmation at Mal. If he saw, he ignored her,

"Why did you save me?"

"When Olga announced you, I recognized your named" You sighed, "from the letters the general keeps at his desk in a locked drawer"

Alina gasped, a new dagger of pain finding its way into her chest. Her letters, of course he had intercepted them. Just when she didn't think he could be any worse, a new betrayal proved exactly how evil Aleksander really was.

"I don't know why Baghra wants you dead, though"

Mal rubbed his face with his hands, cursing the moment he had decided to take on the assignment,

"The stag. It has to be about the stag..."

You blanched,

"Wait, you found the stag? Morozova's stag?"

"Wait, what do you know about the stag?" Alina demanded.

"I-... I thought he had lost his mind" You explained, almost sheepishly, "That stag is a myth, a fairy tale!" You shook your head, regretful, "I should have known better, now all of us are in danger. Hell, the whole world is in danger! Alina, he wants your power! He plans to use the stag to control you!"

"I know, Baghra told me"

"Baghra? But then why would she-" Understanding dawned in your face, "Oh, saints! I saved the only chance Aleksander has at finding the stag..." You swore colourfully, very very colourfully. Enough for Mal's face to illuminate with amusement. Alina felt a faint stab of familiar jealousy at having the object of her affections show you attention, but she pushed it away. Now it was not the time, and you were too much of a powerful ally to reject. With you and Mal an an amplifier, she might actually stand a chance against the darkling...

For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt a glimmer of hope, and it felt as warm as her light.

She straightened, squaring her shoulders with resolve,

"Not if we find it first..."

***

The general was pacing his war room, shadows licking at his hills, eyes shinning with murderous intent. Ivan did not want to be the one to deliver these new set of news to him, not when he was already so... Upset. But the thought of leaving Fedyor do it was unacceptable, even if he was your personal heartrender/bodyguard. In the state he was in, Ivan knew being met with the cut after informing his boss of the new development was entirely within the realm of possibility, and leaving his husband be the one to face that was simply unthinkable.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, before clearing his throat,

"Moy sovereingy?"

General Kirigan stopped in his tracks, turning to face him.

"Yes, Ivan? Do you have any news for me?" His tone was deceivingly calm, but Ivan knew better. He could hear his galloping heart after all.

Ivan gulped. He couldn't do this, oh saints help him, he couldn't!

"Well??" The general promoted, impatient.

Ivan opened his mouth, trying to get his tongue to work, the words to come out.

They wouldn't.

Kirigan huffed,

"If you're just going to stand there, gaping like a fish-"

"She's gone" He blurted out.

The general closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in a clear effort not to kill his second best heartrender,

"Yes, I know miss Starkov-"

"Not her, sir. Y/N- lady Kirigan, your wife" Oh, great, now his mouth refused to stop, "She's not in her chambers"

The general froze.

"Ivan..." He started, slowly, as if he already knew the answer but refused to believe it, "If you mean the ones outside that door" He pointed at his left, to the double doors that led to the suite you had occupied for decades, "she vacated them last month..."

Please, say you mean those chambers, the plea hanged in the air between them. Ivan shook his head, mournfully.

"No, sir. Her chambers in the corporalki pavillion"

Aleksander felt his heart stop inside his chest, and he had to look at Ivan's hands to confirm that no, it wasn't the sullen heartrender's doing.

No. It couldn't be. You weren't gone. You couldn't be gone.

"Was she-"

Ivan shook his head again, interrupting him,

"No, sir. Some of her things are gone. She seems to have left by her own means"

In a blink, Aleksander was already halfway across the palace, marching into the corporalki wing, ignoring the curious looks of his grisha as he bursted through the doors of your new bedroom.

He was almost knocked back by your familiar scent, raspberry and peppercorn and something else, something peculiar and coppery and alive all corporalki seemed to have. The smell of the life force at the heart of the making of the world.

He almost wept at the sight of the magnificent kefta he had had made just for you, decadent velvet in blood red at the shoulders that gradually darkened until it finally pooled into the richest black at your feet, because if you refused to wear his colour, he would find a way to compromise, laying unused on your bed. You hadn't even made an appearance at the fete, he already knew that, his eyes had searched for you the entire night.

He had been so in edge, impatiently waiting for you to show up, he had almost snapped at Alina, having confused the room's sudden silence as a sign of your entrance. It had been almost impossible to push down his disappointment, he hadn't even been able to look at Alina as he said to her the compliment he had practiced all day to make to you.

Meanwhile, you had been making your escape.

He cursed the saints and himself, he should have seen it coming, the signs had all been there, you had been pulling away from him for months. You had abandoned his quarters, stopped wearing his colours, stopped going riding with him, avoided him at the halls of the palace, regarded him coldly at the dinning room, even when he started making an effort to show up to dinner almost every night, just to spend a few minutes with you.

And like a fool, he had believe you, time and time again, when you had reassured him after every new public rejection of your relationship that it meant nothing, that you loved him, that it was all to help him in his plan to woo the sun summoner and get her to fall for him.

Yet now you were gone, and he couldn't understand-

You couldn't have believed he actually loved Alina, could you? How, when you could hear his breath hitch every time he laid eyes on you, when you could feel his heart making summersaults inside his chest every time you touched him? And he wasn't quite sure how, but he knew you had to be able to see the sparks flying behind his eyelids every time he kissed you, the fireworks every time he made love to you, coming undone for you every time you called him yours, every time you repeated the single word vow that had tied your fates together almost a century ago: Forever.

No, you couldn't have left him.

He went through your closet, your vanity, your desk... He was right, something wasn't adding up: You had taken your jewels, but had left a whole bag of gold coins right there, had left your keftka but taken your equally easily identifiable cape, had left your signet ring but taken your silver and iridium wedding armband.

He could have hit his forehead with his palm, if the gesture hadn't been so completely undignified: Of course! It was so simple! The coins would have been untraceable, but the jewels would leave a trace, a very expensive trail of breadcrumbs for him to follow. And you might not be wearing your keftka, but your midnight coloured cape was still so eye catching, so conspicuous, so obviously grisha. And there were only two grishas in the whole of Ravka allowed to wear that colour.

You may had run, but you wanted him to follow, you wanted him to find you-

His epiphany was rudely interrupted by Ivan and Fedyor, dragging a bruised Oprichnik into the room and throwing her unceremoniously at his feet.

"What is the meaning of this?" He demanded. It was Fedyor the one to step up this time.

"Sir, she was found unconscious in the palace grounds, claims to have had a confrontation with Commander Y/L/N. Apparently, she was the last to see her"

It was as if a switch had been turn, and suddenly Aleksander was all general again, glaring at the blonde soldier on the floor down his nose.

"I find this hard to believe" He said, "if you had truly faced the commander, you wouldn't be alive"

"I know, moi sovereiny" She muttered, not daring to meet his eyes, "She said she only let me live because she had a message she needed me to deliver to you"

"Did she, now?" He quirked an eyebrow, suddenly feeling much more relaxed than he had been only two minutes ago. It was much more easier to find your dramatic antics amusing, now that understanding had replaced fear and desperation "And what message do you have for me, corporal?"

Olga fidgeted on the floor, unable to meet his gaze, muttering some incomprehensible gibberish under her breath.

"I'm sorry" The general's voice was dangerously soft, "I didn't quite catch that..."

"She said to tell you "I told you so"" Olga repeated more firmly, clearly wishing to have any other words to say to him than those, undoubtedly afraid she was going to be the one punished for your insolence.

But Aleksander only rolled his eyes in exasperation. He didn't need any further explanation, he had had the very same argument with you for months, with you taking every chance you got to tell him how idiotic his masterplan was, and how it would spectacularly blow up in his face sooner rather than later.

He internally counted to ten, mustering all of his patience I order not to kill the messenger, before exhaling,

"Anything else?"

Olga hesitated. Ivan pushed her with his foot, Aleksander making a mental note to have a talk about encouraging methods with him later.

"She also said to tell you that, luckily for all of us, she always has a plan B..."

Aleksander had to smile at that. Of course, that was what you were doing, he didn't know why he was even surprised. There was a reason you were his second in command, after all, you weren't only a beautiful face or one of the most powerful grisha he had ever met: you were also a formidable strategist, often a step ahead even of him.

All of at once, it was made clear to him exactly what you had been doing all these months of putting distance between them in public, and now running away on the very same night the sun summoner had disappeared, which coincidentally happened to be the same night the tracker had showed up with information about Morozova's stag...

He realized with a start that he knew exactly where you and Alina were heading.

"Ivan," He ordered the faithful heartrender, "Select a handful of our best grisha for a secret mission and prepare my carriage, we are leaving at dawn. Oh! And get David, he's coming with us"

"Kostyk, sir?" Ivan frowned in confusion, what could the shy durast possibly be doing in a mission?

"Yes, we will be needing a fabrikator" Aleksander declared for all explanation, "and make sure he wears his winter keftka. We are going to Tsibeya"

567 notes • Posted 2021-08-07 03:16:07 GMT

#3

"On the balcony"

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex.

"You're perfect, and everything in between

Keep moaning, 'cause we're making a scene

Keep going, until they tell us to leave"

Notice me - Role Model

"Oh, god…"

"Shhh" His hot breath on the back of your thighs sent shivers down your spine, "You have to be very quiet, princess. Can you do that for daddy?" 

You nodded your head, not realizing he wouldn't be able to see it. You were too far gone to use words anyway, too drunk on the heady cocktail of adrenaline and desire, too drunk on him.

On his big, calloused hands trailing caresses up and down your naked legs, slipping under your dress, pushing it up and up, over your ass, bunching it at your waist. On his lips, his teeth, kissing, sucking, and nibbling at the pliant flesh of your cheeks. 

On his wicked tongue, wet and hot even through the lace of your gossamer-thin underwear, that you had picked out just for him, and now he was taking great pleasure in ruining.

"Tom…"

Your soft sigh was almost imperceptible, you couldn't even hear it over the pounding of your own heart inside your chest. But of course he heard it. His tongue left you, but you didn't have time to complain before one of his long, dexterous fingers tugged your underwear to the side, toying briefly with your clit only to ghost over your entrance a second later, teasing you but never penetrating you. 

He felt your sharp inhale, no doubt about to whine or complain, but you caught yourself in time. It was worth it, if only to feel his lips trail kisses up your naked back as he stood up to tower over you. 

"Very good, baby" He breathed, husky, against your ear as you managed to keep perfectly still while he buried two fingers as far as they would go into your soft, velvety heat. "Just like that… nice and quiet. Prove to me that you can be a good girl taking my fingers in silent, and maybe… maybe I'll let you have my cock" 

It was an empty threat, you knew that by now. If you were to break and moan, whine, or even cry out, he would just slap his hand over your lips, muffling the sounds as he bent you over the railing, fucking you hard and fast in punishment. Good girl or not, there was no way you were leaving that balcony without christening it the same way you had done every other room, piece of furniture or surface, horizontal or otherwise, in that, your new house. Your safe haven. Your sanctuary. The little piece of paradise he had built just for the two of you. 

No, you knew he would never follow through, but that wasn't the point. The point was that you liked the praise. You liked being his princess, his angel, his good girl, as he did bad bad things to you. And Tom was quite aware of that. He loved seeing you bending over backwards to please him, to cater to his every whim, to obey his every arbitrary rule as he made it increasingly impossible for you. 

It was absolutely perfect, you were absolutely perfect. 

"Yeah… Just like that… such an obedient little thing…" Tom savored the effect his words had on you, your walls delicate squeezing his big fingers, the new wave of wetness falling on his palm like sweet ambrosia, like candy; you tasted just as sweet. A part of him wanted to keep playing with you, to drive you crazy, torture you until you begged for him to take you, debase you in the filthiest, lowest of ways you could think of.

But another, more powerful part, hungered for you, needed you even more than you wanted him. It had for the whole night, ever since you stepped into the garden in that shimmery, backless blue dress, designed with the sole purpose of testing his sanity. 

So far, it was a losing battle. 

The cacophony of music and party sounds downstairs drowned the sound of his zipper and belt buckle being undone, so you didn't realize what was happening until he was sliding his thick cock inside you in one long, slow and controlled stroke. 

"Fuck," your boyfriend broke his own rule, cursing out loud as he bottomed out, "you feel so good… being inside you is pure heaven" 

Understatement of the decade. There was a hunger, an ache in him whenever he was as much as six feet away from him. A heartbreaking longing that could only be fixed by having you like that, in his arms and all around him.

"You feel-ah… You feel amazing too" 

You could practically hear the smile in his voice as he started moving, unhurriedly but harsh. Deep and measured.

"Really now?" 

A sigh was the only reply you could munster, eyelids falling shut by their own accord, head falling back in pleasure.

"No no." He tsked, "Don't close your eyes… look at them" 

You did as he said, trying your best to focus on the housewarming party still going strong in the garden. On your family and friends, blissfully ignorant of what was going on above their heads. 

"All it would take is for just one of them to look up…"

There was no disguising the shiver that shook your body from head to toe at his words. You felt his dark chuckle against your back,

"Oh, but you would like that, wouldn't you? Them seeing us… I would like too," he confessed, "you look positively stunning when I fuck you"

He licked your ear, from lobe to top, and you swore you tasted blood, from how hard you were biting your lip.

"And no one… absolutely not anyone, can fuck you like I do, can they?" 

You shook your head. But he wanted more.

"Use your words, angel"

It was a trap. Of course it was, cause as soon as you opened your mouth, you felt his fingers dig into your hips for leverage, as he started thrusting brutally, his cock splitting you open in the best of ways. Your lips parted in a silent scream.

"I asked you… a question… princess" Tom demanded, punctuating every word with a hard, almost cruel stroke.

"Ah… yes…" you gasped, "yes, daddy. No one… never…" 

"Look at you, so obedient" He praised, "I think you deserve a reward… you deserve daddy's come"

"Oh god, yes" You almost came right there and then, your walls fluttering uncontrollably around his thick shaft, almost driving him to a climax of his own. 

"Ask me nicely, then" he commanded, his movements becoming erratic, "ask daddy nicely to fill you with his come…"

"Please, daddy, fill me with your come" You half murmured, half whined, not even concerned about the volume of your voice anymore. You needed it, you were so close, you could almost taste your release. And you wanted him to come undone with you.

"Take my come, princess… and come with me" 

You did, burying your screams against his palm, just as he buried his against your shoulder, no doubt leaving a mark. 

Tom pulled out of you, fixing your dress before taking into his arms, stepping inside the room, so you both could collapse on the king size bed.

"That was…"

"Absolutely amazing" he finished, once he could catch enough breath to talk again, "just like you, my angel" he brought your hand to his lips, placing sweet, reverent kisses on each of your knuckles.

"No. Just like you… Tom, you're a dream come true"

His replying simile was nothing short of breathtaking. It never failed to marvel him, the fact that you loved him back. The fact that you were his, such a wild and free creature surely ought to be elusive. But you had willingly let yourself be caught by him, and far from feeling trapped, you had actually liberated him. It wasn't the first time you had done something like that: You had let him fuck you on the back of a limousine, finger you under the table at the Met gala, sneaked your hand down his pants on the dancefloor… The list went on and on. 

He felt even more free with you than when he was a bachelor. 

For so long he had run away from commitment, from love. Now all he wanted was everybody to know he was yours and yours alone. 

Just like you were his.

"We should probably get back to the party before they start wondering where we disappeared to…" 

This time, he was the one letting out a bratty whine,

"I know… I don't want to, but I know"

"Do you think anyone saw us?"

Your boyfriend shook his head,

"The balcony is too dark, and the music is too loud, so I honestly doubt it" 

You breathed out in relief.

"Ok. Let me just grab a jacket and we'll go downstairs"

Tom frowned,

"Why? It's a very hot night… are you feeling alright?"

"I am, don't worry" his concern made you smile, "It's just someone left a hickey on my shoulder…" 

Far from looking guilty, a mischievous glint illuminated Tom's icy blues.

"Don't cover it" It wasn't a request. You were ashamed at the weakness of your knees in response to his dominant tone: he had just fucked you, you couldn't possibly be horny again. He was turning you into a nymphomaniac.

"No?"

"No" He confirmed. They might not have seen him taking you, right there under (or above) their very noses…

But they sure as hell would know what you just did. 

891 notes • Posted 2021-02-17 20:46:52 GMT

#2

Am I too late for the birthday blurbs? I just wanted to ask for something angsty or maybe smuty or both with season 2 Billy and Reader, where she knows he is evil but can't help to still feel attracted to him? Thank you so much in advance

This got completely out of control, and I'm sorry it took this long but I just couldn't make this story shorter or let it go.

The author regrets NOTHING.

"Hopeless romantic"

Billy Russo x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, knife play, gun play (mention), bondage, dub-con, creampie, kidnapping.

MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

"Cause I'm a hopeless romantic

When I should run for my life

Honey, I don't understand it

'Cause it's magic, but it's tragic

I know you're gonna eat me alive"

"Hopeless romantic" - Michelle Branch

The scream died in your throat even before his hand came up against your mouth to drown it, the crisp, expensive smell of his cologne giving away the identity of the intruder inside your darkened apartment even before he spoke.

"Shhh baby girl" Billy Russo breathed hot against your ear, "it's just me…"

"Yeah, that is exactly why I should scream" you countered, yet your voice was barely above a whisper. Yet you did nothing to step away from his embrace, even as his knife left your neck to toy with the straps of your flowery dress, the same one Maria had gifted you, all those years ago. 

The arm around your waist tightened, pressing you against Billy's front, so you could clearly feel his need, hard as nails, against your lower back. You bit your lip to keep the moan inside.

"Aw, I promise you baby," he cooed, puncturing his words with a long, filthy lick along the side of your neck, "before this is over, I will make you scream"

This time, there was no disguising the wanton sound that escaped your throat, right before Billy dug his fingertips on your jaw, forcing your head back to crush his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue and hunger. He bit down hard on your lip when you failed to kiss back fast enough.

"Don't be a brat" He warned you as you shook your head, trying to clear it, to break out of his spell.

"You shouldn't be here, Billy" You breathed out, praying your words would come out steadier than you felt, "The police sent another alert for you. They think you killed that doctor, the pretty one…" 

You felt him stiffen at your back, felt the tip of his knife poke at your soft flesh where the shoulder meets the neck. 

"And you want to know if it's true?" He spat, "Is that what you're asking?" 

"Billy…"

His blade snapped the strap of your dress, the hand around your waist travelling up to cop your newly exposed breast. 

"They're right. I did it." He rasped, flickering your nipple, sending sparks of electricity straight down your spine, "She told me I had to let you go, so I pushed her out the window"

His tone was laconic, and you couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or telling the truth. What was worse, you didn't care. He was a murderer, and a traitor. He was a sociopath without even a recollection of his own crimes. He was a ticking time bomb. You should have been fighting him, should be pushing him away, should be running for your life.

You should be calling Frank.

Instead, you leaned back into him, let him rut against you, let him bury his nose in your hair, relished in the erratic little puffs of air caressing your nape. 

"I can't do that" he confessed, brokenly, between pants, "Can't stay away from you, can't let you go…"

His words rang true. It was something you had wondered about, what with Madani and Frank and the fucking FBI hot in his heels, why he kept coming back to you. Well, now you knew: he was just as doomed as you, had sealed both your fates the night he had chosen to fuck you instead of killing you. 

"I was always crazy about you, did you know that?" He had told you, pacing back and forth, eyes frantic, bright with unshed tears, and you had suspected he wasn't seeing you, that his mind was conjuring up some scene from the past inside his head, bringing it back to life as he spoke, "You would hug me goodbye, and all I could think about was your hot body against me. Wanted to push you up against the nearest wall and kiss you, touch you, bury myself between your pretty legs… All you had to do was walk into the room and I was hard for you. At the bar with Curtis, at the park with the Castles. Even once at the Zoo!" He had barked a dark, humorless laugh.

"I always held back, though. Do you know why?"

You had shaken your head no, not trusting your voice, embarrassed at yourself, at the effect his words were having on you while he was pointing a gun at your face.

"Because Frank and Curtis always told me you were off limits. But now, after this?" He had gestured at the constellation of scars marring his still painfully handsome face, "I don't think I owe them my loyalty anymore… do you?"

That night, he had rubbed the cold barrel of his loaded Beretta against your slit until you came, twice. 

The scrap of teeth against your skin brought you back to the present, to Billy's calloused fingers trailing up your leg, slipping under your skirt. You pressed your knees together, closing your thighs in a feeble attempt to halt his hand that even to you felt half hearted. He simply kicked your knees open, his leg between yours stopping you from closing them again, then he took his time savouring his victory, blunt nails softly scraping at the delicate skin of your inner thigh, up and up, until he reached his goal.

"Is this the secret you were trying to keep from me?" You could practically hear Billy's smirk in his voice, as a single digit skimmed the damp patch on your underwear, "how wet I make you?"

"Bill-"

The flat of his knife pressed against your nipple, a warning, making you gasp.

"Don't ever try to hide from me again" You felt his finger slide under your simple cotton panties, "understood?"

You nodded, submissively, as he teased you, fingertip circling your clit, tracing your slit, but never going in, never remaining in the same place to bring you anything else than the most transpicuous shadow of pleasure. 

"Good girl" Billy rewarded you by sinking one of his fingers inside you, massaging your sensitive walls on his way in and out, until you sagged boneless into his arms. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look when you surrender to me?" 

He chuckled at your whine, perfectly aware that, as talented as his fingers were, one alone was not enough to bring you the satisfaction you craved. But that was not his goal tonight. No, tonight, Billy was out for blood. 

"What is it, baby?" He purred, "Do you need something?" 

"More" You breathed out, "need more" 

His blade was under your other strap now, his forearm a vice across your chest, keeping you trapped as the heel of his hand crushed your clit with enough force to make you cry out. You felt the strap snap, cool night air kissing your nipple.

"Ride my hand" Billy commanded, finally, finally slipping a second finger inside you, "and beg"

Bastard. 

He loved pushing your buttons, obliterating your patience, your pride and your dignity. 

It was liberating. 

You started moving your hips, almost losing your balance as the arm supporting you abandoned your chest and Billy tilted forward to bunch your skirt at your waist with the hand still holding the damned knife, to get a clear view of your pelvis, of your small thrusts, of his fingers disappearing time and time again inside your delicious little pussy. 

It was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed, and he had seen plenty of obscene things in his life. 

Billy's chin was poking almost painfully at your shoulder, and you didn't need to open your eyes to know he was watching attentively. He always watched, with such a wonder in his eyes, a hunger in those beautiful onix eyes, that made it hard to feel self-conscious, the ever present voice of insecurity at the back of your head instantly silenced by the naked desire in his gaze. You had never felt more wanted in your life, than when you were with Billy. 

And his praises certainly didn't hurt.

"Fuck, so fucking gorgeous, riding my hand…"

"Billy… please…"

"There she is" He muttered, almost to himself, "you beg so pretty, my obedient girl…" 

Oh, it was bad, the way you shivered whenever he called you his. It shouldn't affect you the way it did, you shouldn't want it… but you did. And you couldn't hide it from him, your body was a traitor, your reactions impossible to contain.

If you only knew the trouble that would get you, you would have tried harder to conceal them. 

But he could read your body like a magazine, knew the exact moment when to withdraw his fingers, just a second before you started clenching on them, the precise instant before you came, too early for you to tumble over the edge but too late for you to be able to come down. 

He knew just how to leave you aching for it.

"I love seeing you like this, my little bird, completely at my mercy. You'd take anything I'd give you, do anything I'd say right now, wouldn't you?" 

You gulped. You shouldn't. You shouldn't.

You felt his quiet laugh against your nape.

"Oh yeah," he decided, "you would…"

The room spun and the floor was swept from under your feet, in two movements, Billy had you sprawled on your couch, head on the pillows, legs dangling from the arm rest. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions but you had no time to complain as Billy made quick work of your dress, his sharp blade ripping easily through the light fabric.

"I always dreamed about ripping this dress off you" He mustered, soft voice at odds with the almost feral look in his eyes. The sane part of your brain screamed danger. And it had little to do with the fact that the man hovering above you, caressing your skin with a hunting knife, was a killer. It went well beyond that. This was a different kind of danger, the slope of his cheekbones a different type of treacherous, the taste of his kiss a hazard to your heart, the weight of his body on yours a threat to your sanity. 

Billy was wild and unpredictable and entirely too beautiful, the perfect predator, one you didn't even want to escape. You were powerless, the mesmerized hare in the maw of the wolfhound. 

He was going to eat you alive.

"I wanna do something now, princess, something you will like" He hurried to add at your alarmed expression: It wasn't like Billy to give you a warning, "but I need you to stay very very still, can you do that for me?" 

"I… Billy, what-"

"Wrong answer, baby" He produced something from his back pocket, your pleasure ridden mind too slow to process what he was doing until the plastic zip tie was securing your wrists together. 

"No rope today?" You raised an eyebrow. Billy smiled,

"No, not today. Not for this" His kissed you then, stealing your breath and your thought process, not letting you go until he felt you melt into him again, pliant and docile just like he liked you. 

"Now baby, if you bring your hands down" He warned, pointing at where your hands were laying on the pillow above your head, "if you buck your hips, or try to close your legs, I will tie your ankles too, understood?" He waited until you nodded your understanding, blandishing his knife in front of your face, before dealing with your underwear in a single, quick slice, throwing the scraps away from your body. His blade glimed as he parted your knees, settling between your legs, raining chaste, butterfly kisses into your inner thigh, fingertips opening you up to him. You felt your own moisture seeping out, staining his fingers, and he groaned at the sight. 

"Fuck, look at you princess, you're dripping" He nuzzled at your clit, placing a teasing kitten lick on it, and then blowing cool air on it. You had to fight the urge to tilt your hips up in demand. Billy was a cruel man, establishing ridiculous rules and then pushing you anyway he could into breaking them. 

One of his long, dexterous digits massaged your entrance, still not going in.

"Please…" 

"Feeling empty, princess?" He mocked, "This pretty pussy needs to be filled?" 

"Yes, please" You begged.

"Well, you only needed to ask…" 

You startled at the unfamiliar feeling of something cold and hard against your entrance. 

"Shhhhh, baby girl" Billy soothed, eyes never leaving the place where he was sinking the handle of his knife inside your tight heat, "stay very still…" 

You bit your lip, trying to relax your muscles, opening your legs a little wider for him. 

"That's it… good girl…" He pushed the handle an inch deeper, a moan escaping your throat. It felt… soft. Harder and coarser than your silicone vibrator, but not unpleasantly so. 

Oh, no, it was very much pleasant, you decided, as Billy started rocking it in and out, burying it a little deeper with every movement, the ridges in the handle stroking your insides just right. 

"Should I make you come like this?" He inquired, never stopping the careful, deliberate strokes, "Think you can hold still as I make you come on my knife?" 

You shook your head no, you were having trouble remaining immobile as it was, desperate with the need to move and twist and convulse as he angled the handle to grace the perfect, sweet spot no one else had ever been able to find, yet Billy had seemed to master from the very beginning. 

"No? Need a little help for that?" He splayed one of his hands against your abdomen, huge palm pushing down almost painfully, easily keeping your hips pinned down. "Open wider, baby" 

You did as you were told, spreading your legs for him as far as they would go, as he picked up the pace, a hungry, almost angry look in his face as he brought you closer and closer to your peak. 

"That's it… fucking come for me, princess"

Your orgasm was still crashing over you when you heard the metallic clank of the Ka-Bar being tossed away from you, and felt Billy sink into you to the hilt in one hard, unforgiving movement. He didn't give you time to adjust or come down from your high before he started thrusting hard and fast, loving the resistance he felt from your body. 

"Fuck! So tight, clenching around my cock…"

"B-Billy…" You cried, but he didn't relent, instead covering you with his body, trapping you under him as his hips kept snapping against yours punishingly, bare skin against bare skin, and when had he taken out his t-shirt?

"No, baby, there's no escape" He spoke against your throat, punctuating his words with a harsh bite, "You're gonna take it… you're gonna take it all" 

You nodded, even as tears started to leak from your eyes, even as you struggled feebly against him, because the truth was you loved it. You love the pressure against your wrists, holding you in place, the bruise of his sharp hipbones hitting your inner thighs, you loved the overstimulation as Billy extracted every last drop of pleasured pain from your body.  

He sneaked a hand between your bodies, right under your navel.

"Fuck, baby" He moaned, "I can feel my cock moving inside you…" 

Somewhere in the part of your brain that was still somewhat capable of thought, you were not shocked. You could feel it too, overstretched, like he was breaking you in half. 

"Taking me so good… best pussy I ever felt… you were born for this, born to take my cock so deep" 

You trashed at his words, feeling another peak starting to build, high, so high you were terrified of the fall. 

Because you knew it would shatter you. 

His hand creeped lower, wicked thumb rubbing, unmerciful, at your oversensitive clit. 

Your hips bucked of their own accord, trying to dislodge him, leg instinctively trying to kick him off. Billy's other hand left your tied hands to press against your throat, warningly. 

"You're gonna come for me again, princess. Whether you like it or not." 

You liked it. Heavens help you, how you liked it. 

"And then, when your shaking and screaming my name, screaming for mercy…" His thrust were speeding up, becoming erratic, his ferric control finally breaking, "I'm going to come inside you… fill you up with my come… until you're dripping with it. Do you know why, princess?"

You really hoped it was a retorical question, you were far too delirious, too cock drunk too form words. 

He licked into your open mouth,

"Because you're mine" 

Something inside you cracked, the pressure too much for the fault line as you felt it snap, the earthquake shaking you to the very bones. Billy cursed, hips raming into you once, twice, three times before he buried his cock into your cunt as far as it would go, grunting as he spent himself inside you just as he had promised. 

You must have blacked out for a minute, because when you came back into, Billy was onto you again, holding your trembling legs over his shoulders, licking you clean, each swipe if his tongue sending aftershocks through your ravaged, aching body. 

"Billy, please," Your voice was wrecked, you probably had been screaming without noticing, "no more" 

For a second, you were afraid he wasn't going to listen, but then he showed you mercy, crawling up your body, even as two of his fingers sunk into you, collecting your juices, making you whimper. 

"Open up, baby" He commanded, tracing your bottom lip with his fingertips. You obeyed, letting him sink his digits inside your mouth, wiping them clean on your tongue, "See how delicious we taste together?" 

You hummed your reply, unable to do much more. He seemed pleased enough with it anyway, if the way he gathered you in his arms, cradling you into his chest was anything to go by. You remained like that for a bit, catching your breaths, letting heartbeats return to normal, until Billy sighed, depositing you back on the pillows of your couch as he disappeared inside your apartment, your eyes gazing appreciatively the way his back muscles shifted and rippled as he walked. 

Sitting up, you rolled your shoulders, trying to get rid of the stiffness of having your hands above your head for so long. There was a forgotten water bottle on your coffee table that you managed to uncap with some effort to take a few gulps as Billy returned holding a wet towel and what you expected to be your nightgown, but frowned as you realized it was a sundress. 

You offered your tied hands to Billy so he could cut the zip, but he ignored you, focusing instead on cleaning you up with soft, careful touches. 

"What's that for?" You asked, gesturing at the dress, breaking the silence and the tension that seemed to had fallen between you. There was a shift in Billy, a squaring of his shoulders, a change in demeanor.

Some door shut behind his eyes.

"You were right" He declared, kneeling in front of you, eyes capturing yours, "I can't keep doing this, sooner or later someone, probably Frank, is going to notice…"

And unleash hell on both your heads. You knew this, knew whatever… this was with Billy had to come to an end at some point. 

That didn't mean it didn't hurt to hear it.

"I have a way out of the country, had for a while" He went on, "have a fat bank account offshore, a nice beach house, the works. Everything has been ready for months…" 

"Then why didn't you?" You prodded, "leave, I mean"

It was reaching, pathetically grasping at straws, you realized. But you had to know, if he felt anything about you, whatever that might be, you needed to hear him say it. You had ruined yourself, time and time again, slept with a traitor, with the man that had torn your makeshift family apart. If this was the last time you saw him, you needed him to say it. 

"Because I wanted to win" He replied, simply, "I want it all. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I want it all: I want the money and I want the girl" 

You stared, taken aback. That certainly wasn't the answer you were expecting.

"What do you mean, Billy?" You held your breath, having a feeling you already knew.

"I want you to come with me, Y/N" 

You wanted to.

You wanted to laugh in relief, you wanted to cry, you wanted to crush your lips to his, cause this was so much more than you had ever dared to hope, you wanted to say yes, let him sweep you off your feet and run away with him into the sunset. You wanted to.

You couldn't.

You thought of Frank, holed up in that trailer, trying so hard to protect that girl he had found, even though looking at her pained him everytime, because he couldn't help but see Lisa in her. Trying so hard to protect this kid cause he had failed to protect his own… You thought of Curt, sleeping with a gun under his pillow, letting the woman he was in love with slip through his fingers cause he wasn't willing to endanger her, to bring her into this war, the war they were fighting against the man currently kneeling in front of you.

You started shaking your head,

"Bill, I can't. Frank and Curtis… they're my brothers, the only family I have left, the only family we have left. I can't do that to them" Every word out of your mouth broke your own heart a little bit more, but you refused to yield, "I won't do that to them"

Billy's hand came up to cup your face, fingertips brushing your jaw. Foolishly, you leaned into his touch.

"Y/N, my love…" His grip turned iron like, forcing your head in place, "I wasn't asking" He sneered, his other hand, the one he had kept carefully out of sight without you even noticing, coming up, striking your neck, quick as a rattlesnake. You felt the sting of the needle, understanding dawning on you way too late.

Bastard.

Billy's cold-eyed grin was the last thing you saw before the world faded to black...

To be continued...

909 notes • Posted 2021-07-26 22:20:21 GMT

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Aleksander was afraid you were killed in combat but finds out you are fine and storms the tent where they have you recovering ✋🏼🥺

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"WHERE IS SHE?"

"Moi soverennyi! You can't walk in her-" A single stormy stare stopped the young healer in her tracks, shadows swimming inside the obsidian orbs of the black general, threatening her to dare telling him what he could and couldn't do again.

She didn't dare.

"I saw her fall, I know she was brought here" She didn't need to ask who he was referring to, she knew. They all knew. "So don't make me ask again"

Despite his composed tone, she could feel the undercurrent of desperation in his voice, feel his barely restrained fear, his pain, and something else, something deep and unfathomable, something not unlike devotion, greater than any flimsy imitation of love she could ever have felt of her own. Every grisha was connected and drawn to the Darkling, that was something the destruction of the fold, the rise of the soldat sol and the disappearance of the man himself could not change. She was loyal to the dragon queen, had been trained by her under the triumvirate, too young to remember the times the Black General had been a mentor to all grisha at the little palace, but in that moment, she knew she would have done anything he asked of her, and she would have done so gladly.

But stronger than his compulsion power, was the power of friendship, of family. Because that's what you were to her. Padruga. Sestra. A fellow Corporalki, even if you were the strongest of them all, the only one powerful enough to put the starless sain back together after decades (or centuries if she was to believe the rumors saying time passed differently in the void) of torture inside the thorn wood tree. And not only his body, but also the jagged fragments of his shattered mind.

Even his very soul.

Koroleva serdets, they called you, in whispers. The Queen of Hearts, the only one capable to soothe the Shadow King's pain.

Either way, there was no choice to be made. She balled inside her fist the note she had intended to send to the queen back in Os Alta. That night, it would feed the fire outside the grisha pavilion.

Zoya of the lost city might be the queen of Ravka, but out there, in the battle front, the second army had one king and one king only.

The girl bowed her head, and with a simple wave of her hand, the sea of red keftkas inside the medical tent parted in two.

That's when he saw you, pale and fragile looking on the cot they had placed you in, your own keftka draped over you like a blanket. Two, three long strides later and he was on you, grasping at your cold hand, the familiar surge of power blossoming at the contact, waking you up.

All the air inside his lungs left him in a relieved sigh as your pretty eyes fluttered open, brow furrowed in confusion for a few seconds until you seemed to get your bearings.

"Aleksander" You breathed out his name, and he almost broke right then and there, audience be damned.

You tried to sit up, but were still too weak to manage it by yourself, so he helped you.

"I'm sorry" He apologized hurriedly, "I should've bee here sooner, but I saw you go down and..." He didn't need to finish that sentence, you knew. Could picture it as if you were there: Whole battalions of enemy armies leveled, as far as the eye could reach, maybe even further, sliced cleanly in half by his cut.

A shiver ran down your spine and even if it wasn't because of the cold, you graciously accepted the wool shawl that Mila, the head healer, wrapped around your shoulders.

"Oh, Aleksander..." Your hand reached out for his face of it's own accord, cupping his cheek. He covered it completely with his much bigger one, keeping it there. Mila was polite enough to advert her eyes at the intimate display of affection, trying her best to give them some semblance of privacy.

"I will kill them all" He was all Darkling as he vowed, "I will annihilate every last one of them. No one shall dare to hurt you again."

"Sasha, I'm not hurt"

"Don't lie to me," He growled, "Not to protect them. They don't deserve your mercy, milaya. I saw you fall off your horse, under a hail of bullets"

"Sebastian was already slowing them down" You explained, referring to that squaller friend of yours, the one that always ran into battle (and into every little scheme your mischievous little brain seemed to concoct with the sole purpose of driving him crazy) by your side, "they never hit us harder than pebbles"

"Then why did you fall?" He inquired, sceptical, "And furthermore, why are you still here, surrounded by every healer and heartrender in your garrison?"

This time, it was Mila the one to reply,

"We are here for their protection. Healers to take care of them, and I must admit, a little bit out of medical curiosity. And the heartrenders seemed to have appointed themselves as their personal guard..."

Aleksander frowned in confusion,

"Their?"

"There are two heartbeats, sir"

You watched in amusement as the terrible, intimidating black general's jaw fell slack, midnight eyes big as platoons.

"I fell because I fainted. I didn't know, I swear, otherwise I wouldn't have fought today. I would nev-"

He cut you off with his lips on yours in a kiss far more passionate than was tasteful for a public display of affection, but neither of you cared. Someone in the background cleared their throat, but it only succeed in making Aleksander deepen the kiss even more, enveloping you in his arms and under his cape, as if wanting to hide you from the rest of the world, keep you only to himself.

And that was exactly what he wanted, even though he knew in practical terms it was impossible. But that word was losing his meaning more and more every minute he spent with you, wasn't it? He had thought impossible for him to survive the thorn wood tree, impossible to love again after the sunlight was stolen from him, had thought Alina was his only equal. But here you were, the mender of every fibre of his heart, literally and figuratively, a star of hope sparking up the long dark night of his existence. Hope because the mere fact that you had been able to conceive his child after over half a century of loneliness was a testament of you at least having the potential to be like him. And unlike Lizabeta, he actually loved you. And unlike Alina, you actually loved him back. And maybe he hadn't been wrong, maybe fate was real, cause he could feel you holding his in your dainty mortal hands.

What a capricious creature, fate was. Another healer, just mortal, just like Luda. Just like the cause of his greatest sin... And now, another healer was the bringer of his absolution.

Just mortal... He would fix that.

"I'll get you an amplifier. The most powerful of them all" He promised, when he finally released your lips, forehead resting against yours, "A Firebird, or a dragon-"

"You are not killing our queen just to get me an amplifier" You chuckled. But despite the joking tone of your words, Mila could see the speculative looks amongst the heartrenders. They had always been the most loyal to the Darkling.

But Aleksander chuckled too,

"Wouldn't dream of it. I make saints, milaya, I don't murder them" He was surprised by how true the words ringed in his ears. No, Sankta Soya could keep her throne, he was going to be too busy with his new family to run a kingdom anyway.

No, he had something far stronger in mind...

But, in the meantime,

"How many people know of this?" His voiced resonated through the tent with authority, and even though his eyes never left you, Mila knew he was talking to her.

"Only the people in this tent" They could keep the pregnancy hidden from the etheralki and the soldiers, but an extra heartbeat was a little hard to keep from a corporalki.

"Good, I want you and a female heartrender by her side at all times" That should help conceal the baby's heartbeat for a while, at least until you started to show, buy he hoped to have found the amplifier by then, "Spread word of her injury throughout the camp, and get my carriage ready, we'll head back to Os Alta for her recovery first thing in the morning."

In reality, he would procure an unremarkable, if fast, civilian carriage along with a handful of his most talented grisha and himself and you would be leaving for the palace before the night was over.

"Now, everybody out, I need a word alone with my fiancee"

That got you arching an eyebrow,

"Fiancee?"

Aleksander shrugged, affecting nonchalance,

"Marrying you was always the goal, I see no reason not to speed the plans now"

You rolled your eyes,

"Ever the romantic..."

Aleksander waited until he heard the last healer, Mila, leave the tent before softly pushing you back until you hit the thin mattress, immediately covering you with his body.

"I can be romantic for you, milaya. I can be anything for you" He proved it, placing delicate pecks on your forehead, your closed eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks. They graduated to wet, open mouthed kisses as he rained them on your jawline, down your neck, your throat, right up to that spot above your pulse point that had you sighing, melting into him. "I can be your lover, your protector, your husband..."

"What about the king of my heart?" You breathed out, fingers tangling on his soft locks as his short beard scratched your collarbones, setting your skin on fire.

You felt his smile against your chest, hands on the sash that kept your chemise closed When had he gotten rid of your keftka?

"Yes," He promised, lips trailing down until they were set over your, still flat, stomach, "I can be that"

1159 notes • Posted 2021-06-22 16:56:03 GMT

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