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lea-andres · 3 years ago

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I need to make up for some lost time, have a speed round of some Tangle/Whisper/Jewel headcanons.

(Mostly Jewel, because she's me and I'm going to project on her way too hard.)

Before we begin, allow me to propose a team name for these three: Team Sapphire. Get it? Because Sapphire is almost Sapphic, and it's a gem, so Jewel... I think I'm funny.

Tangle and Whisper are lesbians (and girlfriends) and Jewel is their disaster bi third wheel. I don't think that NEEDS to be said, but just in case it does... There it is. 😂

There isn't exactly a specific leader, they all will take charge depending on the situation.

If we were to apply the Sonic Heroes/Team Sonic Racing categories to them, I'm going to go a little out of the box and say Whisper's Speed, Jewel is Flight, and Tangle is Power. Whisper and Tangle both make sense for Speed AND Power, but Tangle makes more sense in the close combat situations that Power is specifically built for.

Plus, in a TSR standpoint, Tangle would slam her car full force into stuff, let's be realistic. Whisper would drive quickly and avoid obstacles, Tangle would try to mow everything and everyone down. So, she's Power. 😂 (Oops, I'm projecting onto Tangle too.)

I'm pretty certain this is canon (or at least heavily implied in IDW to the point I'm assuming it's canon 😂), but Tangle and Jewel have known each other FOREVER. Like, they've been best friends for as long as either one can remember.

Whisper was able to seamlessly slide into the group like she'd always been there. Tangle obviously welcomed her with high enthusiasm, and Jewel had no issues with Whisper joining their status quo.

Jewel knew immediately that Tangle had a massive crush on Whisper from day one, and teased her relentlessly for it. Not in a mean way, of course, but in a "hurry up and get together with her already!" way. Tangle has vowed she'll get Jewel back when she gets a crush on someone. (*cough* No, we won't see this happen in my Jerk fic I'm working on I have no clue what you're talking about... 👀)

Whisper's Wisps gave Whisper a lot of grief for her feelings for Tangle, but she was in denial for a long time.

Whisper took longer than Tangle to sort out her feelings. She was in massive denial about crushing on Tangle until she lost Tangle to the Metal Virus. 😭

They got together in-between the Metal Virus being thrown into the sun and the celebratory party at the Mineral Museum.

(I'm pretending the Mimic thing is resolved so the lesbians can be happy shhhh let me have this. 😂)

Normally the trio's dynamic is Tangle has a disastrous idea, and Jewel and Whisper have to stop her/bail her out, but this goes mostly out the window when they party.

Tangle and Jewel are partiers, 100%. Jewel's a lot more toned down than Tangle (you know all those videos of people body slamming onto beer pong tables or climbing up onto grocery store shelves and jumping into those big ball holder things? THAT'S Tangle. 😂), but she's easily talked into doing shots and going on adventures by the lemur. Whisper doesn't drink, but she sticks with them to keep an eye on them and intervene if things go too far.

Jewel's getting my addiction to tea (her favorite is a hot chai tea latte) and my inability to drink anything heavily caffeinated (it will put her to sleep), because I can.

Jewel also likes to spike her teas with cream liqueurs. Not all the time, maybe like 25% of the time she has a hot tea it's been doctored. 😂

Tangle practically lives in athletic clothes/athleisure, but on the rare occasion she dresses up she much prefers menswear to dresses. She knows she rocks a suit/a tux, and has to be FORCED to wear a dress.

Whisper does dress up on occasion. She prefers long dresses, so she can hide her scout gear under it, just in case. (Remember the whole 'carrying a sword in the back of your dress' trend a while back? That would be Whisper if she did swords instead of guns. 😂) She refuses to wear heels or dress shoes though, it's her combat boots or she's not going (another reason she does long dresses, the boots are easier to hide)

Jewel likes vintage style (30s-40s mostly, but she'll dabble in the 50s). She also wears corsets (CORRECTLY, she wears a chemise or a tank top underneath it BECAUSE YOU DON'T WEAR CORSETS AGAINST BARE SKIN YOU HEATHENS) because she likes the posture support they give. She's got a couple really attractive special occasion dresses floating around her closet she's too intimidated by to ever wear. (We totally won't see one of them in the Jerk fic either... And it's totally not a real dress in my actual closet... 👀)

Whisper's Wisps are usually with her 24/7, but on the rare occasion they're not (usually when her and Tangle go on dates) Jewel looks after them.

#cw: alcohol #tangle the lemur #jewel the beetle #whisper the wolf #whispangle #team sapphire #sonic headcanons #guess which jewel headcanons are things i do i'll give you a hint it's all of them

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limitlessgojo · 4 years ago

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 3)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: The Rebirth

Next Chapter: Cherry Blossom Storm

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

Taglist: @lessie-oxj, @rizzo-nero, @whoreuc

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Chapter 3: What's Your Ideal Type?

Todo senpai looked you over and was seemingly checking you out thoroughly. ‘Are all the seniors like this here?!’ You wondered.

You tried to hide behind Noritoshi senpai who put a hand over you protectively. His sleeve was wide enough to block out your entire body from view. At this, Todo’s eyebrow raised. Oh? Noritoshi's interested in a cute girl?

��I’m sorry senpai, what do you mean by that question?” you asked, thinking that you just misheard him. "Exactly what I meant. Who is your type?"

"Todo" Noritoshi said in warning. There was a dark edge to his voice and his entire body tensed as he prepared to fight.

"Answer me. Or else I'll beat you." He smirked and ripped off his jacket.

You stared agape and clung onto Noritoshi's spread arm sleeves. "Eh? EHHH?! I don't want anyone to get hurt. But I don't want to say something so personal to a stranger."

"Todo Aoi. 16 years old. I like tall girls with big cute butts. My favorite idol is Takada-chan. Call me Todo Senpai. Pleasure to meet you. Now we are friends." He grinned maniacally.

You shook your head in a daze. This man is insane. "I guess I can tell you… but only when the both of us are alone."

Noritoshi looked at you affronted and slightly offended. Why would you leave him out of it?! "Ah as much as possible I don't like telling people such things, because I'm a bit of a private person. But since Todou senpai also shared his type of girl, I feel like I can share my ideal man." You reasoned, seeing how Noritoshi senpai felt left out.

"Fine with me. Let's go outside the building then." Todou smirked.

Alarm bells were ringing in Noritoshi's head. Last year, back when he first met Todo, he got beat into a pulp for not answering said question.

He stood protectively over you, blocking you from Todo's view and said, "No. You'll just end up hurting her."

"Tch, don't get in my way Kamo. You're always such a huge pain in the ass. You never even answered my question and it's been a year. I'm pretty sure you have a boring ideal type." Todo huffed out.

"I'll beat you up then." Todo grinned as Noritoshi made no moves to leave your side.

Todo rushed forward, ready to hit Noritoshi, while Noritoshi held onto a blood bag to defend himself. But you moved the fastest. You quickly stood in front of Noritoshi, moving past him silently, and held out a single hand.

Todo froze. Literally. He couldn't move his hands, arms, legs. He can't activate his cursed technique like this, and you knew it. The use of hand movement is a very significant part of Jujutsu Techniques.

Your technique gave you an edge above the rest, making you very effective at combat against other Jujutsu sorcerers. Which is why an esper as capable as you only appears once in every 200 years in your family.

Noritoshi stood impressed. Your cursed energy output was very steady. "Todo senpai. I'm so sorry and pardon me for immobilising you, but let's take this outside and leave Noritoshi senpai out of it."

With a snap of your fingers, you released him from your technique and he staggered to the ground. His muscles felt all tight and painful.

You turned to Noritoshi. "Noritoshi senpai, it's okay. I'm quite capable at defense. He won't be able to reach me." You confidently stated with a smile. "Are you okay?" You checked on him.

He gave a slight scoff, "I should be the one asking you that! This man here is dangerous…. And he also happens to be a classmate of mine." Noritoshi sighed out.

Todo grunted. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here. Cmon lets go outside and just answer my question already."

"After you Todo senpai." You motioned, then followed him outside. As soon as you were a certain distance from Noritoshi, you activated a cubical barrier which blocked off sound.

Todo looked impressed. "You're a first year?! At this level? Color me amazed little girl."

You were unamused. "I'm not a little girl. I'm currently 15 years old and my ideal type is a guy who is at least a head taller than me. Black hair. Cute sleepy eyes. Nice big hands. Someone who may come off as cool or detached to others but is warm with me. The gap Moe is the most important part." By the end of it you were rambling.

Todo looked at you with a knowing glint. "Big hands? That's all?" You flushed thinking about abs and pecs. "Ahh uhmm, the other things aren't really ….. appropriate for me to say??"

"Don't hold back. I won't tell anyone else and I don’t judge. I just want to size you up. You can know a person just based on their fetishes."

Fetishes?! "Uhhh… a nice set of abs… and pecs…. But he doesn't have to be too muscular, I like a fit guy who is on the slender and graceful side…."

"Do you realize that Kamo fits your ideal type?!" He howled out with laughter. "SHHHH TODO SENPAI SHUSHH". You screeched, momentarily forgetting that you had a barrier up.

"Wait … Does he have nice abs?! Oh man I'm not gonna be able to get that image out of my mind now…" You groaned.

"You have good taste. Finally, someone who has a decent fetish, Tsuchi Chan." Todo grinned down at you. He patted you on the shoulder. "Good luck with him. He's as dense as they come. I'm also still looking forward to sparring with you."

"I-im not interested in Noritoshi Senpai!" You huffed out with red cheeks. "Please don't assume things." You were in denial. And Todo senpai knew it.

"I don't think that's how it works, Tsuchi Chan." He was still laughing at you.

You harrumphed. "Also why are you so interested in sparring with me anyways?"

"You have a lot of cursed energy. Way more than anyone else here in Kyoto Jujutsu High. I sensed that and with my brilliant IQ of 135000, I am assuming you would be a powerful opponent. Which was why I felt like I wanted to battle you." Todo said truthfully.

Oh. That's nice. "Well I hope to do so also when we have training together." You clapped your hands and the barrier fell apart.

Noritoshi rushed over to you and hovered his hands over you. You turned to him with one hand up, "I'm all good. It's all good Noritoshi senpai." You smiled up at him.

He scanned your eyes before nodding and face darkening when he turned back to Todo, who was staring at him intently. "Are you done interrogating her Todo?"

"It wasn't so much interrogation as it was a good chat hey?" He smiled at you. You tilted your head in a meh kind of way and stood to hold onto Noritoshi's sleeve. "It was okay, but it's still weird to ask people about their fetishes after meeting them for the first time."

Noritoshi's heart fluttered when you took hold of the edges of his sleeve.

"So, are you going to tell us who's your type Kamo?" Todo asked.

Your heart skipped a beat as you let go of the sleeve as you took a step backwards. "Uhhh I'm not sure if I'm supposed to intrude on this convo..."

"Someone who I can trust. Someone honest and who will stay by my side for a long time." He said coolly. You drank in his words, forever etching them into your memory.

Trustworthy. Honest. Loyal.

"Boooooring. You’re a boring person Kamo." Todo yawned and stretched. "Only Tsuchi Chan is interesting so far. Everyone else has shitty taste."

Noritoshi looked over at you curiously, but you pointedly avoided his gaze. "Todo senpai it's a secret between us you promised." You pouted.

But he only waved his hand, "I'm not that much of a bad sport. A secret will stay a secret, and it's safe with me."

You nodded and sighed in relief.

"So are you both out on a date right now? I've been meaning to ask." Todo senpai smiled.

Evil. He is evil. You and Noritoshi both flushed bright red and stammered out, "No no no."

"I was showing her around the campus."

"Noritoshi senpai is kind enough to bring me around campus."

"Hmmmm… then would you mind if I join the two of you?" Todo asked.

"Yes we do mind. I'd prefer it if it was only the two of us." Noritoshi irritably spoke. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with Todo right now.

You quickly whipped your head to face him in surprise. He jolted at your movement, and his face softened when your eyes met. "Of course if you don't mind or want him to tag along he can. I just want to help you familiarise yourself with the campus.”

You stammered out something ineligible but you were saved by Todo senpai.

“I was only kidding. Takada chan has a live stream in 10 minutes and that is way more important. Enjoy your not-date around campus.” Todo called out with a wave of his hand as he turned back to the dorms.

“What on earth just happened?” you laughed out loud as you and Noritoshi made your way to the classrooms. He shook his head. “I don’t even want to think about it anymore.”

Feel free to ask me anything if you have any questions about the fic and the characters. I will answer as long as it won't be a major spoiler^^/ 💜Mon

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

#kamo noritoshi #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #kamo noritoshi x reader #jjk x oc #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #noritoshi fluff #jujutsu kaisen kyoto school #todo aoi #blood bound #red strings of fate

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hyrule-kingdom-updates · 4 years ago

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Zavis was clicking his tongue as he walked through the trees.

“Tk, tk, tk, BCC?? Little chugger buddy?? Tk, tk, tk, tk, tk.” He weaved through the trees, sunlight casting tinted green light on his head through the canopy. He was half limping on his left leg, as the nearly-breaking-his-neck-on-a-staircase-and-experiencing-whiplash-as-two-members-of-his-family-threatened-his-well-being event had made his muscles sore.

With no giant horse in sight, he changed tactics. Zavis took out a banana and started to unpeel it, offering it up to the wilds.

“Pspspsp! Big Chungeroni?? I got your favourite snack! Pspspsp...”

His feet crumpled loose leaves and twigs and he maneuvered through the woods. Finally he came upon a clearing, bathed in open golden sunlight.

Or at least it would have been, were it not for the giant horse blocking out the sun.

Big Chugging Chungus was rearing on his hind legs, snorting and clopping its hooves at a pair of red Bokoblins, who were squealing with fear as they ran off in the direction of the village. Zavis immediately ran up in front of the horse and held out his hands.

“Heyheyhey! Shshsh, it’s me, BCC! It’s your pal, Zavis! Shhh...Shhhh...” He held out the banana and continued shushing the horse like he had always seen his Master Kohga do. Although he wasn’t exactly sure why it was practical. To his knowledge, Big Chugging Chungus had never spoken. Perhaps it was a Yiga Chief thing.

The horse shook its mane, and leaned down to munch the banana out of his hand. Zavis stroked his snout.

“Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy!”

The horse’s tail swooped left and right.

“Yes, yes you are! You did such a good job! Helping to cause terror and feed chaos onto Kakariko!! Who’s a good troublemaker??”

Again, he wasn’t entirely sure the point of asking questions when he was fairly certain that the horse could not answer for himself. Nonetheless, he continued imitating what he usually saw his dads do.

“That’s right, you’re a good troublemaker!” Zavis then scratched the back of his head. “You’re such a good troublemaker that now we’re just going to help undone all of the work you did for me cause there’s a change in plans, haha...”

He didn’t know how, but he could sense the horse was looking at him with exasperation and disappointment.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Zavis tossed the banana peel back as he threw his arms up. “I got a job to do! OK?”

The horse stayed silent, only flopping one ear around as a bug flew by. Zavis wasn’t really fond of the one-sided conversation.

“What job you ask? Well my job to help the princess, that’s what.” He put his hands on his hips. “That’s right! Helping her find the best way to save the kingdom has been my sole drive since the beginning.”

The horse, once more, replied with the quiet munching of a banana.

“‘Are there any other reasons?” you ask? Well...no! There isn’t!” He crossed his arms and turned away from the horse like he was mad at him. “Did I ruin my family’s hard redeemed reputation by revealing myself as a Yiga? Maaaybe. Did I possibly instigate Mr. Hartell’s complete moral collapse by revealing that the origin of our relationship was based on more selfish desires? Maaaaybe. Did I join the Yiga Clan in an attempt to get closer to my dad, only to discover that his loyalty to the Yiga is like, super-duper strong and possibly stronger than his bond to me, which means that I also have to deceive him in the same ways that I’ve lied and taken advantage of all my other weird parental relationships in my life that have been recently ending in disaster?” Zavis waved his hand in a circle. “...Maybe.”

He suddenly pointed a finger at the horse. “BUT! Do I have any regrets about it as I pursue the path to victory? Do I need tp apologize for the hypothetical damage I may or may not have done to the other people in my life even though it would be entirely useless in achieving the greater end result?” He looked at the horse expectantly, as if begging him for the answer.

Big Chugging Chungus did not.

“...NO COMMENT!” Zavis whirled around once more. “DOESN’T MATTER. I DON’T HAVE TO ANSWER YOU. STOP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS.”

Zavis started marching off back towards the village, expecting the horse to follow.

He did not.

The boy turned his head back and sighed. “Ugh are you STILL mad at me? Look, you did a good job, the chaos is gonna make the Champions look good. But now we’re just helping out cousin Impa by reversing it just a little bit. You did such a good job, that now we’re undoing the impact of your job! So it’s all good, let’s go!” He pointed forward and took a step, but still the horse was unmoving.

BCC snorted at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” He stomped his foot. “BCC? Come.”

The horse spit at the ground.

Zavis gasped so loud and dramatically it could have been mistaken for Kohga himself. “How DARE you! Don’t you know what’s at stake here?? The whole village! The whole world!! And before you try and tell me about being a traitor, this helps the Yiga Clan, too, you know!”

The horse leaned down to chew some grass.

“It does!” Zavis yelled again. “Everyone in the clan is too stupid to realize that the Calamity is probably just gonna stab us in the back down the line. So us helping the princess saves lives,” he stated, matter-a-fact-ly.

The horse considered chewing the grass.

“Don’t ignore me!” Zavis ran up behind the horse and tried pushing him to get him to move. His head barely was taller than the giant horse’s leg. His name didn’t begin with “big” for no reason...

“Is this about losing you at the castle? I left you under a secluded bridge! I thought for sure no one would steal you, cause who goes out wandering for large horses under bridges in the middle of the night.” He tapped his foot impatiently as he gave up on pushing the giant beast. “A-And besides. It’s YOUR fault for letting some rando ride you. So I can’t be blamed here.”

The horse suddenly stopped eating, and perked their head up. He turned and looked Zavis directly in the eye. His gaze was calm and collected, but the sheer power of the horse’s deep dark eyes bore into him, like he was being boiled from the inside out.

Zavis was left sputtering as he walked away from Big Chugging Chungus. “Stop doing that! Stop being so weird! If you don’t like my methods, that’s a you problem.” He let out a “hmph” as he plopped himself on the ground, criss-cross-applesauce.

He pointed at the horse. “I’M not a manipulator who can’t accept the fact that he’s taken advantage of everyone around him, YOU’RE a manipulator who can’t accept the fact that he’s taken advantage of everyone around him!”

After Zavis’ scolding insult towards the horse in question, he scooted his butt back and leaned against a tree. He angrily took off his cracked glasses and shook them in the direction of BCC. “Look at these circular glasses! Would a person in denial be this cute?!” He shoved them back on and continued to pout. The horse did nothing.

Zavis tried again. “BCC? Come.”

BCC flopped onto the ground where is stood.

Zavis palmed a hand to his forehead. “UGHH......” He took off his glasses once more, and wiped the non-existent dirt from his eyes that was causing them to water. “You’re useless! Y-You’ve got no right to treat me like this!”

He used his sleeve to clean up the fog on his glasses. “I’ve been trying to help everyone since the day I was f-fucking born! I’ve been on this journey since I was twelve. TWELVE! So if you wanted to stop me from doing all this other shit, maybe someone should have given a damn and stopped me then!” He was now rubbing his glasses with such frustration, he nearly popped the lens out. He tossed it into the dirt.

“You’ve got no right to judge me! I didn’t have to do this! This isn’t my problem!” He gestured around him, towards the forest, the earth, the mountains, and the sky. “Did I cause the Calamity? Did I fail my job as a king, or leader, or parent? NO! So take up your complaints with them. I inherited their mess and now I want to clean it up, that’s the opposite of selfish!”

The horse’s ear’s stood attentively in the air, and BCC’s gaze once again bore into Zavis. He clenched his jaw in anger.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I-I haven’t done anything wrong...I’m...” He scoffed to himself. “Maybe some other people should have done their jobs better! If you wanted a perfect fucking job done from a fucking kid, then maybe some experience adult should have done it! But no, I’m taking the helm cause everyone else is fucking self-absorbed and too fucking busy to pay attention!

“Now that I’m fucking doing the jobs that they should have done, all of the sudden NOW you’re gonna pay attention to my every action, huh!? Bunch of hypocrites!” He stood up and stomped over. “I thought I was just a kid! I thought I was allowed to make mistakes! Why did no one fucking tell me that the entire well being of the kingdom now hinges on my every fucking choice!” His eyes were tearing up now, be he stared at the horse’s abyssal gaze with fury.

“All I wanted was for someone to look at me and make things ok! Didn’t I have to fix everything so someone could notice me? Or are you saying that I was too impatient and should have waited a little longer?! Was he right?? Was I too ungrateful?? Was I too stuck-up to appreciate everything I was given? Should I have been satisfied with my loneliness? Should I have been satisfied having no one around me to hurt!?”

The dark horse stared at him, unblinking. His red mane moved up and down in the pleasant breeze like soft fire.

“...It’s not my fault.” Zavis whispered. He returned to his tree, and sat in the dirt, picking up his glasses. “It’s not my fault,” he said again.

The two creatures stared at each other for a minute longer. In the distance, someone screamed, but it harmonized with the whistle of the wind.

Zavis sighed. He suddenly opened his palm, and a sudden poof of smoke and talismans appeared, along with his old lute.

He tried once more. “BCC? Come.”

The horse stared at him, expectantly.

Zavis huffed to himself, then started playing a verse, arranging his fingers on some random chords.

Storms are ever winding Storms are ever binding to the ground

The clouds above, her modesty The earth bears her atrocities, profound All her beauty’s on the ground

They say that air is freedom Stone lets the tempest lead ‘em homeward bound

Servant to her royal pleas Bowed down toward the heir’s new breeze and sound Commands her beauty to the ground

I hate it now.

The sky hails down remembrance The sky then fades away Yet here I am, the trodden soil I bear her newest day But she’s away

All of her rain, then she’s away. I never thirst, but she gave, anyway

Zavis withheld himself from playing another chord. He observed the horse once more, to see that he hand been attentively listening the whole time.

The horse looked at Zavis Asu.

“...I’m sorry. Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry.” He tiled his head towards him. “I’m sorry I forced you to do a bunch of work for me only to kinda make it seem useless. I’m sorry I left you under a bridge. I’m sorry for...”

The mountains greeted his gaze.

“...a lot of things.”

Zavis lifted his lute, and it disappeared in a puff of smoke and talismans once more. He cocked his head again. “Can you help me now? Do you accept my apology?”

The horse drooled into the grass.

Zavis sighed with acceptance. “Fine, I guess you don’t have to. But at the very least can you move somewhere else so that you don’t scare monsters towards the village anymore?”

BCC immediately sprung up and moved toward Zavis, resting his chin on his head for a moment. His hair was now slightly slobbered with horse drool. Gross. Finally, the horse move back and started trotting down the northern path towards the Lanayru Promenade.

Zavis wiped his hair, and fluffed it back up. He stood, and noticed some more bokoblins moving down towards the village. He mentally went over Impa’s suggestions-that-involved-murder-if-not-followed-to-the-T, again.

“Ok then.” Zavis clenched and unclenched his fist. “Time to solve this mess definitely I didn’t make.”

#???#Assivus Hartell #The life of the party and then death #hku spoilers

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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A Place Like This 3

Warnings: this short series includes dark elements including noncon, violence, mentions of mental illness, mentions of contraception, and other explicit content. I’m not your mother, curate your own consumption.

This is dark!Lumberjack!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve gone too far to back out now.

Note: Okay, writing this, I thought hey, I can keep it to three parts... and this could be an ending but if you guys want one more part, I’ll do an official finale.

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

You finally broke the surface, floating and bobbing on your back. You were dizzy, your head pounded and your lungs burned. Your body felt heavy and you couldn’t help but shiver as a fire crackled nearby.

You opened your eyes. Your mother sat with your head in her lap, you were wrapped in a thick duvet before the fireplace, and she pressed her warm palms to your cheeks.

“She’s awake,” She said. “Girl, you really scared us.”

A shadow neared and you flinched as Andy knelt beside you. You let out a weak moan but could only wriggle in the duvet. You coughed and shook your head.

“Get him away!” You rasped. “Ma!”

“Shhhh,” She traced along your cheekbone. “It’s okay. It’s just Andy.” She looked up. “She must be delirious.”

“She’s lucky I got to her when I did.” He replied and reached to touch your forehead. Your teeth chattered. You felt the cold deep in your bones. “But she’s still cold. If it’s hypothermia, we gotta keep her warm, at least until morning.”

“Yes, of course,” Your mother rocked your shoulders. “Oh, thank you, Andy. You saved her. I can’t-- If you hadn’t been there.”

Andy sighed and waved away her words. He stood and crossed to the fire. He fed it another long and looked to the old grandfather clock in the corner.

“It’s past midnight. You should sleep. She’ll be fine.” Andy said. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Nonsense, I’m her mother. I should be here--”

“You been trying not to drift off for the last hour. You’ll do her no good if you’re exhausted,” He said. “I’ll take over. Don’t worry.”

“You’re too good a man, Andy Barber.” Your mother smiled and tutted. She caressed your cheek again and Andy handed her a cushion to place under your head as she moved from beneath you. “Well, I suppose there had to be at least one in this godforsaken world.”

He took your mother’s hand and helped her stand as she groaned at her aching knees.

“Go. Sleep. When you wake up, she’ll be better.” He assured her. “Alright?”

“Okay,” She nodded and squeezed his hand. “Thank you… have a good night.”

“You too,” He bid. “Go on.”

“Night, dear,” Your mother called to you. She hadn’t called you anything but ‘girl’ since you were a child. You clung to the duvet and your arms brushed against your bare torso.

“Good night,” You croaked as you remained paralysed before the dancing flames.

You wanted to beg her to stay but Andy turned and glared. A silent warning. Your mother turned and went up the stairs. You watched her helplessly and sucked in a breath as you listened to her footsteps and then she open and shut of her bedroom door above.

You sat up. The effort made you light headed and you hunched over as you moaned. Andy was beside you in a moment. He urged you back down with a hand on your shoulder. His hair was messy around his head and he wore a different shirt than earlier that day.

He must have dived in after you, but why?

You hugged yourself and shivered again. “I’m naked.” You said.

“We had to get your clothes off so you didn’t freeze,” He sat back as his eyes searched your face. “You almost drowned. I barely got you back before the storm began.”

“You tried to kill me.”

“You wandered onto a frozen river. That’s hardly my fault.” He said tersely. “And I was nice enough to drag you out.”

“All I did was follow you,” You grumbled. “Then you… you attacked me.”

He scoffed and his jaw squared beneath his thick beard. His eyes glowed in the fire light and he reached into his shirt pocket. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes and opened it up. He slid one out and placed it between his lips.

He fished around for a sleeve of matches hidden in his pocket and sparked one off the strip. He lit the smoke, the wisps blowing out from the corners of his mouth as he dug deeper in the pack. He pulled out the photo. He unfolded it and looked at it, holding it against the carton with his thumb as he pulled the cigarette away from his lips with his other hand.

“Two smokes to the left, five to the right, the corner of the photo bent just enough to keep it in place.” He mulled. “You’re a shit detective. I know, I used to work with them.”

You looked down guiltily. He took another puff and grimaced.

“Not much of a smoker but sometimes when I’m thinking too much I have one.” He blew away the smoke and stretched his arm over you to flick the cigarette into the fireplace. “My wife and son. They’re dead now. Whether I talk about it or not, but I prefer the latter.”

He put the photo back in the pack and reached behind him to place it on the low coffee table. He turned back to you and poked his tongue out between his lips.

“So, what is it you thought? That I killed them?” He scowled. “I didn’t, not in reality, but maybe it was my neglect, my denial that killed them. But it wasn’t me.”

You stared at him. You tried to sit up again but he quickly caught your shoulder and held you down.

“I came here so I didn’t have to talk about it or think about it. I came here to get away because everywhere I went I saw husbands, wives, children; families, all happy, all alive. And it made me so… angry.” His nostrils flared as his grip tightened on your shoulder. “Then I meet you. Your mother. You two can barely stand each other. Perfect. Nothing to envy, just as miserable as me.”

You pushed your arm above the blanket and grasped his wrist. You tried once more to sit up and shove away his hand. He quickly twisted his arm away and his fingers stretched across your throat.

“Doesn’t kill the loneliness. In fact, it makes it worse.” He sneered. “Doesn’t it?”

You squinted at him as you latched onto his wrist. He didn’t squeeze but held you firm enough to keep you down.

“I heard you. In the shower. I was curious how you coped with being alone all the way up here.” He smirked. “I can’t say it didn’t inspire me.”

“Let go--”

His fingers tightened and strangled your voice from you. He got to his knees and his other hand gripped the top of the duvet. He tore it away and bared your naked body. The heat of the fire washed over your skin as you tried to hide yourself. He was quick to straddle you as he kept his hand on your neck.

“Get off--” You dug your nails into his cuff.

“Shhh,” He bent until his nose was almost touching yours. “You don’t wanna wake your mom. Trust me. She’s sick already.” His lips curled. “You wouldn’t want her to get hurt because of you.”

“You wouldn--”

“She’s a cranky old wart.” He snapped. “But you…” His other hand tickled your side. “You’re her daughter, you love her, you want to keep her safe.” He backed up and his thumb ran along your hip and his fingers curled around your flesh. “You would do anything for her, wouldn’t you?”

You gaped at him and your lip quivered. You swallowed and nodded as he loosened his hold on your neck. He let out a small chuckle and slid his hand down to cup your chest. His eyes followed as he played with your nipple.

“You know, I heard the best way to warm someone up is skin to skin contact.” He moved further back and dragged his nose along your throat and chest. He nuzzled your nipple and flicked it with his thumb. “And no doubt that adrenaline I feel pumping through you will help.”

“Please…” You whispered. “I won’t tell--I won’t say anything.”

“Shut up,” He lifted his head and grabbed your chin. He squeezed so hard your jaw felt as if it would break. “I don’t want to hear you.”

You shuddered as he looked up at you. His other hand moved below him as he drew his knee back and forced it between your legs. He pushed his fingers against your cunt and you kicked your legs around him. He caught your thigh and pinched.

“You’re a stubborn bitch.” He growled and fell onto you. He rolled over and took you with him. Your teeth chatter as you were exposed entirely to the room. “Stop thinking about yourself and start thinking about her.”

You pushed yourself up and stared him in the face. You blinked in horror.

“You do what I say and she’s safe. That’s it.” He shoved you up so you straddled him. “This little living arrangement won’t be so bad with some compromise.” You nodded as he grabbed your wrists and held your hands to his chest. “Listen. Carefully. Think about that river and how much worse I could do to an old lady.”

You winced and he slowly slid your hands over his shirt.

“I want your mouth.” He sneered. “I’m sure you can figure out what I want you to do with it.”

“Andy--”

“Not another word,” He shoved your hand lower so it was nearly between your legs. “These things happen. The fire gets out of control, help is too far away; a pity you were both trapped inside.”

You recoiled and tore your wrist from his grasp. Panicked your hands shook as you fell back and barely caught yourself. Slowly, reluctantly, you righted yourself as he watched you. He folded one arm behind his head and then the other and smirked.

You closed your eyes and shuttered as you rested your palms against the front of his jeans; the twitch there added to his words. He sighed as you flicked the button of his fly loose and opened your eyes. Your hands shook as you pushed the zipper down and your hot breath puffed from your nose in frantic gasps.

Your eyes were glossy. Don’t cry, you told yourself as you gripped his jeans and he lifted his hips with a low chuckle. He was amused. His briefs were slid down next and the elastic caught on his arousal. Your fingers brushed his tip as you unhooked them and rolled them down.

Your fingers twiddled in the air as you looked down as his cock. Then you glanced at yourself, your nakedness, and quaked. You couldn’t decide if you were more cold or afraid. Both, you thought.

“Do you need detailed instructions?” He taunted.

Your eyes snapped up and you scowled at him. You gripped his cock without look and moved back on your knees as you bent. You opened your mouth and he reached down to grasp your chin again.

“Keep those teeth to yourself.” He warned and let you go.

You lowered your gaze, your tongue was sour and your stomach churned. You poked your tongue out and swirled it lightly around the head of his cock. He groaned and you pressed your lips to his tip. You felt as if it was all happening in half-speed but you had to go on.

You slid your mouth around him and his hand stretched across the back of your head before you could pull away. He pushed you down until he was at your throat. You grunted and he forced himself deeper. You extended your neck and choked as you took all of him, unable to breathe as your head pulsed even harder.

“Like that,” He let up and you slid back only to have him force you back down again. “Yeah that’s it.” He carried the motion, the sloppy noises of your mouth and throat filled your ears. “Take it. All of it.”

He was urgent, relentless as he bobbed your mouth down his length. His hand slipped as his other pressed to your head and he clutched you tightly. He moved his hips from below as your fingers curled into his hips. You were dizzy and dazed as you eyes rolled back and your chest felt as if it would burst.

He shoved you away all at once and you crumpled onto the floor beside him. You touched your throat and coughed, your entire body shook as Andy sat up, his hand at his cock.

“Fuck, you almost did it,” He snarled. “Fuck…” He hissed and took deeper breaths. “Fucking bitch.”

He slapped your thigh and you winced. He stood and pushed his pants all the way down. You sat up and touched your forehead as the room spun. He kicked the denim away from him, his socks and underwear caught in the folds. Another flutter of fabric and his hand was on your shoulder.

He shoved you onto your back and bent over you. Your eyes struggled to focus on his as he glared down at you.

“I can’t decide…” He held your chin and pushed his thumb between your lips. “I like your tits… but the ass is nice too.”

You hit his wrist weakly and groaned. He snickered and pushed down on your tongue before he drew his hand away. He moved between your legs and bent them carefully.

Your vision cleared, he was naked, his broad shoulders were limned in the fire light and you watched the thick muscles of his arms as they tensed beneath his skin. His chest was thick with the same colour hair as his beard and his raw power was corded in the muscles of his stomach.

He hugged your thighs and dragged you closer. His cock rested against your cunt and he slipped a hand between your bodies to guide it to your entrance. He poked you and slid it back up, he teased your fold as a low rumble rose from him. He stopped, once more as your entrance, and tilted his hips.

You gasped as he pushed into you and slapped his hand on your thigh. He ignored you and got even deeper. He grabbed your other thigh and lifted your pelvis as he impaled you entirely.

You let out a wispy cry as he hung his head back and let out a long breath. He jerked his hips and you clawed at the rumpled duvet below. He moved your entire body as he began to thrust; short, sharp, mean jolts. The crackle of the fire was punctuated by the even, measured clap of flesh.

“That’s it,” He growled as he rutted into you. “You little bitch. Look at you. I can feel you, feel how much you need this; you want this.”

He bent over you and you tried to turn your face away from him. His hand framed your jaw and he held your head still. He kissed you roughly as he buried himself to his limit and drew away with a vicious nibble of your lip. He sat back on his knees and lifted you with him.

His hand spread over one side of your ass and he began to rock you against him. His other arm hooked around your back and his fingers clung to your shoulder. He grunted as he slid you up and down his cock, your pelvis snug against him as the friction sent a wave of heat through you.

“You don’t get it. You don’t get-- how long-- I’ve waited-- I’ve been alone,” His bestial panting stuttered his words. “You don’t realise-- how much you hunger-- for human touch-- for anything-- until you’ve waited so long.”

Your arms were folded against his chest as your fingers curled into the muscles beside his neck. You whined as your core began to swell. You shook your head, ashamed of your building arousal. This man… you didn’t know this man or what he’d done. All you knew was that he could kill you and your mother. That he would if you made him.

“Fuck. Or maybe-- you were-- waiting for me,” He bent his head and nuzzled the crook of your neck as he continued to move you, his fingertips pressed deep in the flesh of your ass. “Huh? Did you think about it? Like I did? Waking up? Opening my door?”

He snarled and sank his teeth into your throat, he bounced you faster against him. He left your flesh raw and sore as he removed his mouth and replaced it with his hand. He lifted his hand as he gripped your throat and lowered himself carefully onto his ass. He took you with him as he laid flat, still grasping your neck as he had you sitting atop him.

“Keep going.” He snapped. You kept your hips going as he squeezed and your head swam. “Did you? Think about crawling into my bed? Huh? Keep it quiet? Just a little human warmth for that frigid heart?”

“Andy--” You mewled as his other hand guided your hip. Your clit brushed his pelvis and you felt your surging orgasm. “And---”

“Shhh,” He dropped his hand from your neck and grabbed your other hip. He rocked you faster, holding you down so that the friction grew unbreakable. “That’s it. Give in.”

You covered your face as you came. Your thighs tensed around him as you let him move you and moaned into your hands. He chuckled and changed your motion. He bounced you atop him. You dropped arms and clung to his wrists. His eyes focused between your legs as he watched himself inside of you. He stuck his tongue out and snarled.

“Shit,” He swore and slammed you down over and over. “Get ready.”

He pushed his head back into the floor and every muscle in his body contracted. He groaned as he spilled into you and you quaked atop him. His warmth filled you and turned your stomach as he slowed you. He held you down, every inch of him inside of you, and panted as his nails dug into your hips.

He drew his hands back and rubbed his chest. His lips curved slightly and he patted his shoulder.

“Here,” He said. “We need to keep you warm still.”

You raised yourself on your knees weakly. You swayed as you climbed off of him and fell down beside him. Your vision swirled and every ounce of strength drained from you. He rested your head on his arm and his hand lingered on you, threatening to crush your jaw. Then the tension left his grip and he stroked your cheek. You were startled by his gentleness.

“That’s what I want you to do.” He whispered as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb and his arm hugged you closed. “When it’s late, when you’re mother’s asleep, I want you to come to me. Keep me happy and I’ll keep you safe. Both of you.”

You gulped and blinked away your fearful tears. You shivered as another wave of cold crawled over you. He reached and bent your leg over him and he inhaled the scent of your scalp.

“Understood?” He said.

“Yes,” You breathed as you trembled against him. “I got it.”

Your hand slipped down as his cum leaked from you and cooled on your thighs. You sniffed as you rubbed your fingers through the mess. Your mind was hazy but you knew that wasn’t good. He sensed the movement and his hand found yours and he dragged his fingers through the slickness of your cunt.

“I came inside you,” He said as if only realising it. “Are you--”

“I’m not...” You murmured as you tore your hand away. “But I’ll go to--” You were blurry, you couldn’t focus. “I’ll go to town… tomorrow.”

“No, you’ll stay here,” He poked his fingers inside you and played with his cum. He hummed as if pleased with himself. “I’ll get it. I’ll take care of it.”

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Ticker Than Water - Bloodbound AU (Chapter 4)

Summary: When Amy changes the course of the events at the Opera House, she could never imagine the consequences she would have to face. After being by Rheya’s side for five years, she’s finally ready to be reunited with her friends and find a manner to defeat her. But when the time comes, what will prevail? Her love for Kamilah Sayeed and her friends or her family ties with the First Vampire?

Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance

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4 years ago - Japan

The first signs of Winter started showing on the city outside. Kamilah wondered what she'd be doing if she was still living in New York. Working, perhaps. And also planning the next Dark Solstice.

The necklace. She didn't have time to retrieve it from the secret drawer in her office when they ran away. It would be her only memory from something that didn't exist anymore - her relationship with Amy.

"I did it," the penthouse door opened in a slam, making Lily completely lose focus on her video game or Jax stop sharpening his katana. Adrian seemed to be in ecstasy. "I... I managed to grow a seedling from the sample we obtained from the Tree Of Death. This could stop Rheya for good."

"How great," Jax replied with some sarcasm. The last few months turned him into a version of his late master, Takeshi. "And what about the others? Also, how long is it going to take?"

The others. Kamilah's stomach flipped. Amy was one of them, along with Rheya's husband and daughter. And she was so strong as the First Vampire herself.

"It's a start, Jax," Lily added. "It'll be easier to take her down once she becomes a Feral."

"Fine, but I'd like to do the honors."

"Kamilah?" Adrian approached, touching her shoulder briefly. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yes," Kamilah told. She was too invested in her own thoughts, reflecting about the part where she'd have to face Amy again. What if they had to kill her? Would she be able to do that? "We will wait. When the time comes, we'll fight again."

Lily suggested a celebration, Jax agreed and so did Adrian. Since their arrival, they barely left that penthouse. Except for the occasions where they attended Kano's training sessions. The psychic vampire taught them how to guard their minds from Rheya. And also Amy.

"You can go. I'll stay here."

"Come on, Kamilah," Lily started dragging her to the door. "You never say no to booze."

"I'm saying this time."

"Lily is right," Adrian said. "You are coming with us. It'll be a good distraction."

"Yeah," Jax agreed. "We must stick together. Remember?"

This manner, the three younger vampires managed to make Kamilah to go out for the first time in months. Still a little insecure about their safety, they decided to visit The Five's nightclub. In the end, it was not terrible. Jax and Akeyo engaged in a singing competition, while Lily attempted to copy The Evolved's robotic dance moves. The female vampire let out a small laugh.

"Finally," Aiko slowly approached her. "Acceptance is the last stage of grief."

"I guess so," Kamilah replied in a dry tone.

"She's not coming back. She made a choice."

"I know."

The reminder of that fact hit Kamilah's heart like applying salt in an open wound. One year had passed. Amy was still doing atrocities together with Rheya. She showed no signs of regret or mercy. Not even a trace of the old Amy still existed in her eyes. The powers had changed her completely.

"I need another shot," she ordered to the bartender. Then she looked at Aiko, who observed her with the same old and seductive smirk. "Two shots actually."

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A blow from one of the mythological creatures that surrounded Amy in the mindscape forest threw her hard against a tree. Though the fight was happening inside her mind, the pain felt extremely real, as if her skull had been fractured.

"Ouch..." she moaned in pain. "Can't... back... down..."

A fire blast started to form in the center of her palm. If she could maintain the focus, it should be enough to stop the creature that was about to strike again.

"Ha!" Amy released the fire ball, that disappeared mid-air. "Fuck!" She screamed, punching the floor repeatedly. Noticing her frustration, Kano pulled her back to reality.

"There's something wrong," he spoke in all his wisdom of a 500 years old man, in a 5 years old body.

"Not even when I'm mad - and trust me, I'm really mad - I can make this work."

"You won't be able to do this moved only by anger. You need focus and discipline."

"Kano," Amy squeezed the water bottle she held, "we've been training for hours. I can't conjure one decent blast. I'm focused, I'm doing all the meditation exercises you taught me... I just can't. Maybe she drained my powers while I slept."

"It's not that," Kano handed her another water bottle, that she drank all in one sip. "There's something blocking you from reaching your potential."

"What could it be?"

He forced her to face all the nastiest skeletons in her closet for a second time that day. Starting by the childhood trauma caused by her mother's behavior. Though Amy knew the reason behind her rage outbursts, the marks would always be there.

The child version of herself was drawing in the kitchen when her mother entered, completely disturbed.

"Mommy!" She called. "Look what I've made for you."

"Nice," the woman barely looked. She was too busy inspecting the cabinets for her painkillers. "Where are them?"

She swallowed a couple of pills and little Amy's heart filled with hope that her mother would finally be able to give her some attention and love.

"Can we play teacups now? I missed you. You spend the whole day in the bedroom."

"Can't you see it, Amy?" The woman yelled at the child. "I am sick! Why can you just respect me? Why can you just be quiet, huh?!"

As she slammed the bedroom door, the little sat down on the floor breaking into tears.

"What did I do wrong?" She asked herself.

"Nothing," adult Amy sighed at the scene. "You did nothing wrong."

Then they moved to the Opera House. What else could be there to be seen? Amy did both of her crucial decisions - the one where she decided to tempt the fate and avoid the death of one of her friends, becoming a monster in consequence. And the one where she took the dagger. That was the most painful to watch. She had already seen Lily dying in her arms, as Kamilah plunged a stake in her heart to prevent her from becoming a Feral. She also saw Jax, sacrificing himself to die as the warrior he was, not as a disgusting rotting creature.

This time though, it was Adrian who took the fall to save her life...

"Not her! Never her!"

"Adrian!" The past version of herself screamed, kneeling down on the floor near the male vampire. "W-Why did you do this? Y-You didn't have to..."

"Amy..." he clutched the injury in his abdomen. His skin was already acquiring a grey coloration. "I had to. I was the one to bring you to this world in first place. I swore to protect you."

"But..."

"Shhhh, it's okay. I've had a long and accomplished life. I made a lot of mistakes too and somehow I think this how I must pay for them. I... I'm ready to be reunited with Eleanor and Charles."

She glanced at the rest of the group. Lily was sobbing uncontrollably. Jax punched the wall in anger and denial. Kamilah was also kneeled by Adrian's side. She was trying hard to prevent the tears from falling.

"And Amy?" Adrian said, before handing her a stake. "Take care of Kamilah. She needs you."

"No!" Both versions of herself screamed at the same time, as Adrian forced her hand to stake his heart. She collapsed to the floor before they moved to the next memory.

She and Rheya were terrorizing some citizens in New York City. Those who still refused to bend to their orders and obey their every command.

"I condemn you to be my prisoners," Rheya smiled deviously, staring at the small group of people restrained inside a TV station. They secretly planned to leak information about the Apostolous family to other states, including their ability of controlling and manipulating minds. "You can be my servants after all. You could entertain me, feed me... or even fight for me."

Amy emerged from a door in the back. Her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes. She was in a terrible mood, what lead her to slowly approach and start to snap the neck of each one of the victims. One by one.

"Foolish creature! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rheya asked, visibly annoyed. "I wasn't going to kill them yet, they could be useful to my purposes."

"Getting things done faster," Amy told. "I'm starving, I'm tired. I can't wait to get home and feed."

"Of course, you spent the whole night out with Serafine, going to clubs and using your psychic powers for recreational purposes. I told you I needed you in shape this morning. You disappoint me."

"I'm sorry, Rheya. You were going to kill them anyways. They're all useless insects, isn't it what you always say?"

"You're right," the First Vampire approached and touched her chest using her indicator finger. "But I give the orders here. We may have the same blood, the same powers powers but I'm in charge. Do you understand?"

Amy was back to the same mindscape as earlier, surrounded by creatures in a forest. She felt angry at herself, yet she accepted it. She embraced the fact she was weak to resist the darkness inside her. It was part of who she had became. And now she wanted to change and make things right.

"I can do this," she closed her eyes, focusing on conjuring a psychic wave strong enough to push the horde of monsters away from her. When she opened them, ready to hit them... nothing happened.

"What?!" She yelled, back at Kano's office. "This time I did it. I faced the Opera memory and how things should have went. I embraced the fact I did horrible things too."

"There must be something else. Something you're refusing to face and let go."

Amy had no idea what it could be. At Kano's suggestion, they ended the training session for the day and she went back to the hotel to rest and reflect on what could be blocking her powers. After a long bath, she stared at the bed. The same bed she and Kamilah shared an intimate moment in the previous night, before she told her about her engagement with Aiko.

She finally turned on her phone. Iola had been trying to reach her all day.

"You need to return home, immediately. She has lost her mind."

"What is it this time?" Amy asked, getting dressed to meet Lily at the penthouse she lived with the rest of the group.

"She wants to-"

"Amy?!" Rheya seemed to have taken the phone from her daughter's hands. "I wanted to speak to you, darling. Are you finished with The Five yet? I need you to come home."

"Why?"

"I've signed a contract with a TV channel. Next week they'll begin to film our own reality show: 'The Apostolous'. Isn't it wonderful?"

No. It wasn't. Together with her insane ancestor and her family, Amy would be locked in the mansion with Priya, Serafine and Dracula, while every detail their daily routine was registered by the cameras and shown on television to the whole world.

"Rheya..." Amy sighed, thinking of some excuse. "Why don't you wait a few more days? I mean, a party with your new allies would be a great start for the reality show. Wouldn't it?"

"You're right," the First Vampire answered after a pause. "I don't know when you've gotten so smart, but you're having some good ideas lately. Anyways, I must start planning our party then. Talk to you later, darling."

Only a lot of alcohol could make Amy relax with all the latest news. When she arrived, Lily was still the only one in the penthouse. Jax, Adrian and Kamilah were doing some personal businesses.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Amy asked, taking a sip directly from the bottle of sake before aiming her next shot at the pool game.

"I was going to," Lily told, observing as she sank three balls in a row. "I couldn't imagine Kamilah would go straight to your bed in the very first night."

As Lily finished her own turn, Amy noticed she was about to win the game. However, she would never be able to make the right move with that one question bothering her mind.

"Does she love her? Aiko?"

"Do you want the honest truth? No, she doesn't. She only got in that sudden relationship with her to forget you. And if you ask me, I bet Aiko is forcing her to get married."

A hint of a smile appeared on the corners of Amy's mouth. She still had a chance. With the right shot, she could win Kamilah's heart back.

"I win," she grinned as she cued the last ball into the pocket.

"Best of three?" Lily asked, after taking a sip of the sake. "So, now tell me about Rheya going all Kardashian."

Amy rolled her eyes in annoyance. She was about to start talking about Rheya's reality show when the penthouse's door opened, making her heart speed up inside her chest.

"Oh," for her disappointment, it wasn't Kamilah. "Hey, Jax."

"Hello, Lily and..." he glared in her direction, clearly uncomfortable with her presence. "You."

"Jax, come here," Lily called, assuming some alcohol and games would be able to seal the peace between them. "Amy was about to tell me about Rheya's latest bullshit."

"Later, Lil. I gotta... I gotta take a shower. I was training with Akeyo all day."

As soon as he left to the bedroom, Amy sighed:

"He'll never forgive me."

Kamilah arrived right after she finished her sentence. She didn't say a word, she walked directly to the bar, serving herself some expensive whiskey.

"We're not allowed to bring visitors," she scolded Lily. "After five years you should know that."

"I asked Adrian first," Amy told in her defense. "He said I could..."

"Oh, Amy. Congratulations on your new show. It's all over the internet. You must be loving the attention, aren't you?"

"Thank you. By the way, for someone who doesn't care care you're way too updated about my life."

There was a heavy tension between them. Years of unresolved feelings and unsaid words were affecting the whole environment surrounding them, like an earthquake.

"I-I..." Noticing that, Lily started walking away too. "You two must have a lot to talk about. I'll be in my bedroom."

Amy still tried to prevent Lily from leaving, but it was useless. She was alone and under Kamilah's hard cold gaze.

"You shouldn't be here," the female vampire said once again.

"Why?" Amy decided to confront her. "My presence is bothering you?"

"Not really, but it put us at risk. She could come here any second searching for her spawn."

"She won't. Besides, I can fight her."

"Oh really? How's the training going by the way?"

"Good," Amy lied. "I'm... I'm finding myself. Finding a balance between my powers and the darkness they can bring."

As if she still could read her, Kamilah raised an eyebrow and opened a small sadistic smile. Was it so obvious she was failing miserably? Did Kano tell the others how poorly the training session had gone? She swallowed dry.

"About yesterday..." Amy opened her mouth to speak, changing the subject. She had to know how Kamilah felt about the other night.

"Nothing happened yesterday," Kamilah nodded.

Before she could speak again, Adrian emerged from the elevator.

"Amy, good to see you here," he wanted to show her something in a secret Raines Corporation HQ he had built. "Come with me."

She gave Kamilah one last look. It wasn't over. She wasn't going to give up and pretend nothing happened between them. She wasn't going to act like the feelings weren't still there, alive and strong as ever.

"What?" Adrian asked with a smile during their way to the building.

"Nothing," Amy smiled back. She had never been so happy to see him. That vision had struck her really hard. "I'm just glad you still trust me."

The building was highly secured. Adrian guided her to the laboratory in the basement. Some scientists were still working late night, on many different projects.

"Only a few people know about our secret weapon," Adrian told while he typed a password on a keypad, opening a heavy metal door. "Only us and The Five. After all, anyone else could have their minds accessed by Rheya."

After walking through a long corridor, they stopped in front of a glass. Behind it, Amy spotted a small growing tree.

"Is it..."

"The Tree Of Death. I managed to obtain a sample and grow a seedling from it. It's still small and young, its sap is not so poisonous. It won't cause much harm yet."

After Demetrius was brought back to life, the Tree Of Death and the island ceased to exist. With that, there was nothing that could stop Rheya. Until now.

"Adrian..." Amy remembered testing her powers, or when Rheya used to grow different plants and flowers in the backyard, according to the occasions. "I can make it grow faster with my powers."

#bloodbound #kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #rheya apostolous #bloodbound fanfiction #playchoices #choices stories you play #thicker than water

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thebadgerclan · 5 years ago

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The Python’s Failure

~~Another one shot brought over from AO3~~

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Summary: After Nagini strikes, Snape manages to make it to Madame Pomfrey, much to the relief of Y/N

Y/H is your house

“Nagini, kill,” The Dark Lord spoke. Snape couldn’t react, he had no time. The massive snake had latched her jaw onto his neck. Voldemort laughed. “And now it is mine.” He plucked the Elder Wand from Severus’ hand and walked away.

But Severus was not dead. He was weak, yes, very weak, but alive. He so desperately wanted to sleep, but he knew he could not. He had to get back to Y/N. His eyes slipped closed for a moment before someone touched his arm. “It’s alright,” they said. “We’re getting you to Madame Pomfrey. Stay awake Professor, stay awake.” But he could not. No, sleep was too inviting. He gave in.

*****

You were in the Great Hall, dueling 2 Death Eaters at once. “Y/N!” Someone shouted your name, but you had to focus. You couldn’t let them kill you, you needed to see Severus again. You knew what you had to do, you knew that it was an Unforgivable, but at the moment, you didn’t really care. “~Avada Kedavra!~” Both Death Eaters had fallen. You had only a moment to look around, at the people fighting and dying around you. You couldn’t help but remember all the memories this place held.

*****

~You stepped into the Great Hall, candles floating above your head. Your fellow First Years were lined up around you. You were about to be sorted. “L/N, Y/N” Professor McGonagall called your name. The hat was barely on your head before it shouted, “Y/H!”

*****

Your O.W.L letter had just arrived. You were pacing the floor. “Oh for Merlin’s sake Y/N,” your mother said. “Open it!” You broke the seal, unfolding the parchment. You whispered something. “What was that dear?” “All O’s, Mom, I got all O’s!” Your mother stood to embrace you. “Oh sweetheart that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!’

*****

Katherine, your barn owl, fluttered around you. Today, your letter would come. The letter that tells you of your acceptance or denial of your career. Katherine perched on your shoulder. “I’m alright girl,” you stroke her feathers. Just then, there was pecking on your window. It was an owl, a Hogwarts owl. You took the letter. “Y/N, we are pleased to inform you that you have been appointed as the new Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts,” you read, not bothering to finish it. “Katherine! We did it!”~

*****

“Y/N!” It was Minerva, who had since taken up the position of Charms teacher. “Y/N, it’s Severus.” Your heart sank. It wasn’t a secret that you two were together, what was a secret is that you’d been together since 6th year. “Nagini got him, he’s been bitten.” “What? Is he alive?” “Yes, he’s with Madame Pomfrey, come quickly,” she ran from the room. After making sure nobody needed your help, you sprinted to the hospital wing.

When you arrived, Severus was the first thing you saw, pale as The Bloody Baron. You ran to his side. “Sev,” you whispered. “I’m here love, you’re alright, I’m here.” His neck was wrapped in bandages and his hands were cold. “Professor L/N,” Madame Pomfrey said. “He will live. The fangs barely missed his aorta, and there was minimal poison. He should wake soon.” She patted your shoulder affectionately before moving to tend to her other patients.

*****

He was sitting in a meadow. A herd of doe grazed nearby. Lily was there. “Severus,” she said. “It’s time to let me go.” He shook his head, but Lily continued. “Severus, Y/N loves you, and you love her. I can see that. Feel no guilt, Severus. I know you loved me. But I made my choice.” Severus held back tears. “Lily, I love Y/N, more than I know how to express, but-” “But nothing. What you can do for me is this. Be kind to Harry, he’s never known his family. He saved your life today Severus, did you know that? My son took you to get help.” Lily rested her hand on his shoulder. “Go back Severus, go back to her. Leave me behind. She needs you, she loves you.” With one last glance, Severus opened his eyes..

*****

“Severus? Can you hear me?” His mouth was dry and he was aching everywhere. But Y/N was here. His love was here. “Sev,” she began to cry. “Oh Merlin, Sev.” He grasped her hand. “Shhhh, love, I’m here, I’m alright.” Y/N smiled. “M-Madame Pomfrey said y-you’re lucky to be alive.” “Potter saved me.” “What?” “Harry brought me here tonight.” “How do you know?” Severus didn’t know how to tell her. Should he say that he’d seen Lily. Y/N knew that he’d had feelings for her, but that those feelings lingered? “I just do,” he said.

Y/N kissed his hand. “Darling,” Severus said. “I’m not ill, you can kiss me properly.” She laughed, and he thought how lucky he was to see her smile. She pressed her lips to his. “Ah good, Professor Snape, you’re awake.” Madame Pomfrey appeared with a potion. “This should help with the pain. I don’t think I have to tell you how lucky you are to be here. Or that you’ll be staying here for a few nights.” Severus drank the potion before smiling. “Thank you for everything.” Madame Pomfrey shook her head, “It’s no problem at all.”

You’d decided that you weren’t leaving Severus’ side. “No, no, no Y/N, you will not sleep in a chair,” Severus had said when you mentioned the idea. “Come here.” Slowly, he moved over in the bed to make room for you. You quickly laid by his side as he brought the blankets over you and held you close. “Is this ok?” He smiled, kissing your head. “Watch the neck,” he laughed. “Sev,” you said. “It’s not funny. You almost died tonight. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” You began to sob. ‘Y/N,” he pulled your head up to look at him. “I am alive. I’m alive and I’m safe. We’re safe. I’ll recover, you heard Madame Pomfrey.” You leaned your head on his chest. “I love you Y/N.” “I love you Severus. Promise you’ll stay with me?” He kissed your head again. “Always.”

#severus snape x reader #snape x reader #fluff #fix it #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter reader insert #send me requests!

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krzyktty101 · 5 years ago

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I would die for you

This is a Stony ficlet from the following prompt. It is for #’s 26,33,74 and 100. #100 was the entire inspiration. This is my first time doing this sort of thing for a prompt, so please be nice.

https://vjllanelle.tumblr.com/post/172566962555/prompt-list

Steve really hated the color white; he detested it with a passion that he wasn’t sure he was quite comfortable with. In fact, until today, he wouldn’t have believed it possible to loathe a single color to this level. Yet, here he sat, wishing he could eradicate every trace of white out of this sterile hell hole. The cloying scent of disinfectant, mixed with illness and despair, robbed the air straight from his lungs. The strange aroma wrapped itself around his chest like thick bands, trapping the air in his lungs much like the asthma of his youth. The steady cacophony of the machines was his only source of solace; they were the orchestra that fashioned a meditative melody that was the balm to his frayed psyche. Although harsh and jarring to others, to him they sung, “He’s here. He’s alive. He’s here. He’s alive,” over and over again. Right now, with so much uncertainty laid bare at his feet, that was all he could really concentrate on. To think of anything else was tantamount to a swift decent into madness, because lying comatose before him in the sterile white hospital bed was more than his heart, it was his very soul.

He cradled the precious hand in his like glass, slowly stroking his thumb back and forth, almost absently. “You’re an idiot.” His whispered words reverberated around the room like a cannon; the hospital machines the only other source of sound in the small white prison. “You’re a goddamned idiot,” he choked out, blinking back hot tears. A single one escaped, sliding gently down his cheek. “How could you do this to me Tony?”

Steve bent over, softly placing a single kiss on the hand he refused to release. He knew it was childish, a silly superstition, but to him if felt as though Tony’s life was linked to his. As long as Steve held on, Tony couldn’t leave him behind. He feared that as soon as he let go, he would lose him forever; that Tony would be lost to the darkness that stalked his nightmares forever. “I love you so much, and I can’t bear to think about what life would be like without you.” He reverently laid his head against the hand, resting both on the edge of the bed. “Come back to me Tony. Come back home.”

“How did this happen babe? What were you thinking, pushing me out of the way like that? Why didn’t you just get out? I have the serum you idiot.” Closing his eyes, head still resting on Tony and his combined hands, Steve was pulled back into the nightmare.

The day was nothing special; it was like every other that had come before it. The battle against the new villain of the week seemed as though it was “in the bag.” The fight was almost, dare he say it, easy. There were no serious injuries; hell, Thor barely broke a sweat. God, he was so stupid. He should have known something was wrong; nothing is ever that easy. No, instead he dropped his guard; he got wrapped up in the rush of the win and stopped paying attention to the details. The details that Tony saw, the details that pushed Tony into action, the details that put Tony in a coma.

The others had already scattered; dispersing to help with clean up, law enforcement, and shield. Steve had hung back; guarding Tony’s six as they helped secure the villain for transport. Steve was caught up in something Tony had said, a funny, sarcastic comment at the guy’s expense. He couldn’t even remember what it was anymore. However, he was paying attention to Tony and not the villain, so Steve missed the response. He missed the smirk that slowly played across the guys face; the smirk that often spelled that things were not in fact as “over” as one thought. Tony though, Tony saw it all. Tony, whose brilliant, beautiful mind could solve almost any problem in 3 seconds flat. Tony, who had Jarvis in the suit with him, and when combined, they could solve any problem in the time it took someone like Steve to blink. In the time it took Steve to take a single breath, Tony had forcefully thrown the scoundrel through the front door into the street like a quarterback chucking a football. Then turning on his heal with a speed and grace that Steve didn’t know a large suit of metal could possess, Tony flew into him at a speed that could only be described as impossible. He was a man possessed. Steve never saw the impact; however, he felt Tony smash into him with the force of a freight train, seizing the breath in his lungs. One-minute Steve was standing, and in the next, he was flying through window and into the street.

The force wasn’t merciful enough to knock him out though, because in the seconds of weightlessness, as Steve flew through the air before crashing onto the hot abrasive asphalt like a bowling ball, he witnessed his world collapse into a fiery inferno. Steve crashed into the ground as the concussive force of the explosion slammed into him, the force continuing his rolling momentum until he slammed into a building with enough force to jar his vision. Next, a scorching wave of heat washed over him; sizzling the few hairs exposed.

Dazed, Steve struggled back to coherency. His senses seemed dulled; his ears were ringing and his hearing was muted. His head felt as though it was drugged; he was floating on the clouds. The air was thick with dust and ash, clouding his vision. Steve choked on the hot ash as his lungs struggled to recapture the oxygen stollen from them after the repeated impacts. And then, like flipping a light switch, awareness slammed back into him like a rubber band stretched to far.

“Oh God,” he choked out. “Oh God. Tony.”

Steve fought to stand, limbs wobbling like a new foal and ribs protesting; he ignored it all. The sight before him dropped his stomach to his feet; he struggled to not be sick all over the pavement. Fires were erupting out of the windows; glass was scattered all over the street. Parts of the upper floors had collapsed in on the building, crushing the floors below them all the way to the ground level. It was a scene that belonged in a war; not on the streets of New York City.

“Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God. TONY! TONYYYY!!!”

Steve took a deep breath, jerking himself forcefully out of the memory. He did not want to relive the excruciating hours trying to dig, what he was sure was going to be Tony’s body, out of the rubble. He didn’t want to relive the pain of screaming his voice raw for hours, hoping for a response against all the logic that told him otherwise. He didn’t want to remember almost decking Thor when he pulled Steve away from the burning building, claiming that Tony wouldn’t want him to burn to death trying to save him. He didn’t want to remember pulling the shattered armor, seeping blood like something out of a horror movie, out from the rubble. Even then, the armor was still hot enough to almost burn the skin. He certainly didn’t want to remember the feeling of his heart shattering in his chest and the ice slowly seep back into his bones as he watched the paramedics intubate the love of his life; watching them performing chest compressions as they raced him into the ambulance.

“You’re going to be ok. I promise.” Gently standing, hand still embracing Tony’s in his, Steve leaned over Tony, placing a heartfelt kiss on his forehead, tears dropping into his hair. He almost thought the gentle squeeze he felt on his hand in response was his imagination. Steve took his free hand, and cradled Tony’s face in his large, strong hand. “Tony? Tony are you with me?”

His heart tried to leap out of his chest with joy as he felt the reassuring squeeze for the second time. Steve’s whole face radiated joy as he blinked back what had quickly turned into tears of joy when Tony slowly opened his eyes.

“Oh thank God. Oh thank you God. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Steve peppered Tony’s face in kisses, relief overwhelming. “I love you so much you idiot. Never do that again. Never, never, never. God Tony. I thought…I thought…,” he found himself unable to complete the sentence, his entire body shuddering at the thought of what he had almost lost.

“Had,” Tony’s voice broke, the gravely sound painful to Steve’s ears.

“Shhhh. Wait. Don’t talk.” Tony then greedily sipped the water Steve offered him, trying soothe his dry rough throat.

“Had to protect what was most important to me Steve.”

Steve shook his head back and forth violently, denial instant. “No. You can’t do that to me ever again Tony. I can’t survive it. You didn’t see…It was…No. Please Tony. Please.” His voice broke as he begged. “Please don’t ever do that again. I have the serum you idiot; I would have been fine.”

Tony weekly tugged on Steve’s arm until he came closer. Reaching up his hand gingerly, he wiped the tears from Steve’s face. Compassion and love shone openly from his eyes. “No, you wouldn’t Steve. The serum doesn’t make you a God. I had the armor. I was better protected.”

Anger, hot and violent simmered deep in Steve’s gut. “Obviously not,” he bit out. “You died Tony. You died, and I had to watch. I had to sit here, praying every day, that you would wake up from a goddamned coma. Nothing is worth that.”

Pity flashed across Tony’s face so quickly, Steve wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined it. “I would do anything for you, don’t you see that? I love you Steve. Nothing is more important to me than you. If it meant keeping you safe, there is nothing in this universe that I would not do. I would die for you.”

Steve took Tony’s face in his hands, touching his forehead to Tony’s. Closing his eyes, he reveled in the simple joy and intimacy of sharing the same breath with the man he came so close to losing. “I don’t need you to die for me to keep me safe Tony. I need you to live for me. The only thing that can keep me safe is having you by my side. Don’t die for me Tony. Live. Please. Live for me.”

Closing his eyes, Tony wrapped his hands around Steve’s. “Always. I am yours, now and forever.”

Source: vjllanelle

Originally found reblog from https://iam93percentstardust.tumblr.com/

Now posted on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/57234454?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_298749421

#stony #stevetony #steve rodgers #tony stark #prompt list #iam93percentstardust #vjllanelle #superhusbands

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sherrybaby14 · 5 years ago

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Look No Hands!

Request:

Please write something where reader purposely makes Steve mad and is punished for it! Love all your writing! ❤️❤️❤️ Oh sorry I didn’t know it was ok to get specific in the punishment prompt! All of what you listed sounds amazing but especially spanking, edging, and not being able to use your hands. Maybe orgasam denial until you’ve shown you’re really sorry? But really anything on that list would be perfect! ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: After intentionally angering Steve because you wanted a punishment you come to regret your decision.

Warnings: edging, no hands, D/S, maybe a tinge on the dub-con side

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

A/N: I got an inbox full of punishment requests! You guys are awesome. I went with this one because I was intrigued by the combo of no hands and edging (and it was from the OA).

“You shouldn’t have done that Doll.” Steve folded his arms across his chest and clenched his jaw.

“I know. I’m sorry.” You bit back the smirk that wanted to come forward, knowing full well that you did know, but that you were not sorry.

It had been too long since Steve punished you and you were in the mood. You wiggled your hips in anticipation, eager for him to slip you over his knee and deliver the spanking.

“Those don’t appear that effective lately.” Steve shook his head. “And since you were getting handsy. I don’t think you have the right to use them today.”

Your excitement started to fade. You knew grabbing Bucky’s shoulder before he left was a no-no. But you assumed the quick squeeze would only result in your rear stinging.

“No hands? All day?” You glanced at the clock. It was ten in the morning.

“If it makes it easier on you, I can always bind them.” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“No.” You looked at your hands, imagining what an ache that would cause. “I’ll be good.”

How were you going to eat or drink? Was Steve going to feed you? That would be pretty hot. Maybe you would enjoy this punishment.

“I want to watch you make yourself cum.” He sat down on the couch.

You lit up like a Christmas tree. You were really going to enjoy this, the tingle in your pussy already growing. You moved your hand to touch yourself.

“You do that and I’ll tie your hands behind your back.” Steve laughed. “You want to add another punishment?”

“Well, how?” You didn’t understand. “Will you help me?”

You looked down at his crotch.

“No. You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you will figure it out. But you’ve got a minute to get started.” Steve licked his lips. “Or you really won’t like what’s going to happen next.”

Make yourself cum without hands. Shit. He wanted you to rub yourself on something. You eyed the arm of the couch and walked over, bending one knee on the cushion and standing on the other until you were pressed against it.

“Very good girl.” Steve winked. “Come on. Get started.”

You wanted to put your hands on the couch to leverage yourself, but knew that would be a test, so you moved them behind your back and grabbed your wrists. You were wearing a pair of shorts, but the fabric was thin enough and would add to the sensation.

So you started. Steve watching as you rubbed yourself on the couch. Humping the thing by throwing your hips.

“Tell me your thoughts princess.” Steve’s voice left no room for hesitation.

“This is humiliating. I wish you were touching me, or that I could use my hands.” Balancing was hard and you found yourself leaning all the way forward as you ground your clit against the arm.

“But not so humiliating you’re not going to cum right?” Steve tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Imagine it’s me. That my cock is ramming into you, telling you what a good girl you are as I pinch and stroke your clit.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you shut them, the vision coming to life.

“Fucking you as hard as you can handle. Grabbing your tit with my other hand and squeezing your nipple. You would like that wouldn’t you Doll?” Steve’s voice was helping you along. “Pounding that pretty pussy, rubbing and teasing you. Pushing you to that release.”

You’d lost any sense of humiliation and started bucking wildly against the couch. Your desperation getting higher and higher.

“I’m going to cum.” You bit your lip, ready for the release to take you over when hands were on your hips.

You squealed as you were lifted in the air and placed on the floor, your legs spread apart by Steve’s knee.

“What???” Your clit pulsed with the loss of friction and your head swam with need.

You realized no hands was not going to be the only punishment. He was edging you. Then you looked down and saw that you were holding on to his arm.

“I’m going to get the ribbon.” Steve kissed the top of your head. “Hands behind your back the rest of the day. Pout and I’ll make it the rope.”

With that he left you. Standing there, trying to catch your breath. When he returned you half expected him to start again. But to your surprise, he just tied your hands behind your back.

“Whatever you need help with, you let me know sweetheart.” Once he secured them he went back to the couch and turned on the television.

You were confused. What was happening? Was it just once? You had planned on doing some laundry, but that was out of the question with no hands. So you sat on the couch.

“Um, could you give me my earbuds? Play that book I was listening to?” It felt weird asking him to do such an easy task, but Steve grinned and did as you asked.

So you sat, him watching whatever and you listening. You were lost in the audiobook when Steve tapped your knee and pulled out the headphones.

“I want another show Doll.” He dipped his chin.

You looked at the clock. It was 11. The last one was an hour ago. You could handle another. You stood up and went to straddle the arm of the couch.

“No.” Steve shook his head. “Find something else.”

You glanced around the living room. What was there?

“One minute.” He clapped his hands together.

There was the footrest. You ran over to it and sat awkwardly on the edge. Then started rocking and rubbing yourself against it. You actually found it easier with your hands behind your back. Knowing that you wouldn’t be cumming made you hesitant to speed up.

“Don’t disappoint me Doll.” Steve walked over to you. Then he lifted one leg and set his foot right next to you. “I want a performance.”

You whimpered and started to hump faster. Grinding and dragging your clit against the leather.

“If you had been my good girl I had planned on spending the day eating your pussy.” He tapped his foot. “I was going to spoil you rotten. Go down on you for at least an hour at a time. I wanted to feel your hands in my hair as I lapped you up. Would you have liked that?”

“Yes.” You whined at the image.

“But you wanted a punishment.” Steve leaned down and you looked up at him. “Didn’t you? You thought you were in control. That you should decide when you get some discipline?”

“Yes.” You started moving your hips faster, almost forgetting that the end was never coming. “I’m going to cum.”

In a split second you were standing again. Steve knocking your legs apart and squeezing your hair. Your clit throbbed and ached while your thighs shook. You could smell your arousal, making you even more desperate.

“Alright. You want your book back in?” Steve playfully slapped your ass as he walked back to the couch.

Your mouth hung open as you nodded your head. Unsure that the spread out edging was going to be better than the constant sessions you were used to.

The ear buds were back in and you were on the couch, but you weren’t paying any attention. All you were doing was scanning the room for different items you could rub yourself against. There was the edge of the table. The chair. The floor lamp? Could that work? You squeezed your thighs together as you got hot again thinking about it. This was going to be a long day.

By four o’clock everything burned when he lifted you off of the planter. Desperate for the release.

“I’m sorry.” You buried your head in his chest as he held you. “I won’t do that again. Please let me cum?”

“I’m sorry, too Doll.” Steve rubbed your back. “But you did this to yourself. Come on let's get you some dinner.”

By the time seven o’clock rolled around all you were doing was watching the clock. Crying and cringing at the thought of the hour hitting.

“Please Steve. I am so sorry. Please. Let me cum this time. I’ll never touch Bucky again. I’ll never touch anything again. You can cut off my hands, just please let me cum?” You turned to look at him.

“I guess that means it’s time for my favorite show today.” He smiled at you and gave a wink. “Thanks for reminding me. I wasn’t even paying attention to the clock.”

You bit back the sob and nodded your head, your legs shaking. This time you went over to the kitchen chair. Positioning yourself so you could rub against the seat, head on the back. Your clit was so sensitive and needy for the pressure you no longer cared what item you were going to be rubbing against.

“You’re a mess Doll.” Steve put his hands on the back of the chair. “I don’t even need to coax you into this anymore. Look at you, humping the furniture. I think you’ve fucked our entire apartment today.”

It was true. And you didn’t care. You were grinding yourself against the edge, needing to cum. Hoping to cum.

“Please Steve. Please. I’m so close.” You were.

You’d been so wound up all day that you only needed about two more thrusts. But hands were on your hips again.

“Nooo!” You cried out, falling forward, Steve supporting you around the waist as you started to cry. “No more. Please! Please!”

“Shhhh.” Steve held you close. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet Doll. Besides, this is what you wanted right? To be punished?”

You reluctantly nodded your head, unable to believe how stupid that had been.

“Well then you should thank me.” Steve stroked your back. “For giving you what you wanted?”

“Thank you.” Your head was swimming, the entire apartment smelled like your juices and all you could think about was cumming.

“You’re welcome.” Steve walked you back over to the couch. “I think some new show came out on Netflix. Let’s stay up all night and binge watch it. Huh?”

You nodded your head as your legs started to shake. There was a chance this was far from over.

#Steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel #steve rogers #captain america fanfic

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