#sir you are panicking over not being able to Lie

[peppermint-whiskers]

Also how the FUCK is the funniest, least plot relevant episode (so far) the one that gives me the most brainworms????? Now I'm gonna be thinking about Kremy and his fucking cons forever!

This is my first true foray into dnd, fuck ye-

[kpopbestie96]

Running into an Idol - Bang Chan

Hello lovelies! Bang Chan posted on his Instagram story, which means (drum roll please) 🥁I get to write a story off the pictures! If you're new here, I like to write short stories based off Chan's photos.

So this one is a bit more delusional, I hope you like it. Honestly, I think it feels rushed but hope you enjoy it. Also, did you get to stay up for his four hour birthday live?? I only saw 30 minutes of it before heading to bed. 😅 But let's jump on into the story, let's go!

Warnings: a tiny bit of cussing, attempted kidnapping (I promise it's not bad but still putting the warning as trigger for any of my readers).

Music recommendation: Beautiful Stranger by Laufey

Work let you go pretty late, having you cover for a few people who called out today. You wanted nothing more than to be home, relaxing in your bed, watching your favorite show after a hot shower.

After gathering your things and heading out the building, you entered the night fresh air, happy it finally stopped raining since it's been raining for the past three days.

Making your way over to the bus stop you felt as if someone was following you, your gut feeling was making you sick, afraid to even look. The eyes felt directly on you and it could be felt burning your body.

The second you turned your head this guy says hello right next you, making you jump in your spot.

"Go away!!" You screamed about to take off running but he grabbed your hand.

"I just want to talk." You shook free of his grip, quickly running away from this random human.

As you were trying to run to the bus stop, you saw another man with a backpack exiting a building close by. You thought he might be able to help.

"Excuse me sir," you tapped him on the shoulder, before hunching over out of breath. You tried to find air so you could explain the situation but before you could the man ran up and grabbed your arm.

"Do you know her?" The man with the backpack and black beanie said.

The man who had a grip on your arm looked at him angrily, "I do, who are you?"

"I'm her boyfriend, who the fuck are you?"

You looked at the kind stranger with large eyes, thankful for his lie, until you were able to really look at him. You couldn't believe who was in front of you. A man who's music saved your life, with the help of seven others, was standing right in front of you.

The man panicked and let go of your arm, running away from you both.

"Are you okay?" The kind stranger asked.

"I am now...thank you," you said nervously while your heart was pounding against your chest. You didn't know if it was from almost being taken away or because of THE Bang Chan standing in front of you.

"Are you just leaving work??" He sounded concerned, noticing your attire and bags in your hand."

"Yeah..."

"This late??"

"We had some people call off so I had to help do their work. But your leaving work late too?"

"I am but you shouldn't be out here on your own."

"I know but it's work.. what can you do?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Anyways, thank you for that." You were about to walk towards the bus stop when you heard his feet hitting against the concrete before he reached your side.

"Are you heading to the bus?"

"Yeah..."

"I'll come with you."

"What??" You snapped your neck, looking at him as if he grew two heads. You couldn't believe he would offer to accompany you.

He could see your wary stare, smiling to show he means no harm towards you and genuinely wants to make sure you're okay.

"If you don't want me to...."

You figured he could provide you company and safety on your bus ride home. "No no, I'd love it if you did," you said with a nervous smile because you didn't think to ever run into a member of Stray Kids, let alone them joining you on the bus.

"So where do you work at?" Chan asked, trying to make small talk before the bus arrived.

You told him of your job and how you came to South Korea for it and started talking as if you guys have been friends for years.

The conversations continued on the bus as you both couldn't help but laugh at something he said. You were having your real life Channie's room and thought you would be waking up any second from this dream.

He was wondering why you didn't recognize him. He thought maybe you were being polite but either way he was enjoying his time with you -talking about whatever random thing crosses each other's minds.

"Well this is my stop." You said after looking out the window and noticing the familiar buildings appearing in view.

Both of you wanted to ask for each other's numbers but it's as if you were the same person - being too shy to ask the other. So getting up from your seat, you bowed to the kind stranger you just met, but felt as if you've known for years, and headed off the bus. You did one quick look behind your shoulder to see him sitting there waiting for you to enter your building.

He flashed a cute dimple smile as you turned around to open the door. You bowed one more time and smiled, feeling different emotions but choosing to be excited about meeting a member of Stray Kids.

...

A couple days go by and it's finally Sunday, where you planned to lay around the house, doing nothing before work the next day.

You were watching TV when a notification popped up on your phone screen that was Bang Chan going live.

Quickly turning YouTube on your TV, up popped Chan's beautiful bare face that you saw the night he saved you. Your heart began to flutter, a smile snuck onto your face without your realizing it as you listened to him talk.

He was doing Channie's room like he usually does until he started talking about how he met an incredible person a couple nights ago. "They were really nice and the conversations we had made me feel like a real person, felt genuine. I wish to see them again."

Staring at the TV, with no movement and no breathing, you couldn't wrap your mind around what he said. What the hell??

"I hope to run into them again," he said with a huge smile. "Maybe tomorrow."

Now do I risk staying late again for him or go home without seeing him again? You rubbed your temples gingerly with your fingers, trying to come up with a solution - deciding to stay late tomorrow that way you can cross paths with him again.

[croissantlover24]

four weeks left

Your new mantra, you found, did not last long. Moon was, to put it simply, not a fan.

Oh no

Your dull answers annoyed him. He expected a talkative assistant, someone he could converse with openly. You were not open. You were not talkative. You did what he asked silently with your head down.

God forbid someone try to stay safe ig

Moon didn't like that.

then say so, Moon, dummy

Were you afraid of him? Why? Did someone tell you what he did?

afraid yes, people whispered about it also

The quieter you were, the louder his thoughts became. He couldn't help but worry you knew the truth.

I get like that sometimes

It made him irritable, and indirectly made you more uncomfortable and tense until he couldn't take it anymore.

Communicate then

One day, while you were washing the dishes, he put a hand on your shoulder. You tried not to shiver from the sensation of his clawed fingers on your clothes.

Moon...

"We need to talk," he said, his voice flat and expression plain. Your hands shook involuntarily.

okay communication time

"What about, sir?" you asked in an attempt to maintain your nonchalance. "Is something wrong?" "Everything's wrong," he vented, agitation spreading across his face. "We're supposed to talk and collaborate, work side by side. Instead, you're silent. You never talk to me."

Maybe because they're frightened of you

He released you and began to pace around the room. "Why is that?" He glared at you. "What happened for you to be so distant?"

Oh y'know

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir," you replied, your voice shaky as you attempted to deflect the question. "If you want me to talk more, I can—" He suddenly grabbed you and spun you around to face him.

AH!

"Don't lie to me," he snarled. His claws dug into your arms. "I need you to be honest. I need to be able to trust you. I can't keep you as my assistant if you're going to lie."

Oh dear...

You tensed. You needed this job. You couldn't afford to lose it. Taking a deep breath, you relented. You began, "I was buying supplies for you last week when two employees recognized your handwriting and got all skittish and worried about me suddenly. They spread the news that I was working for you."

Yeah

Moon's eyes widened. His goggles fell down to his neck. His red eyes scrutinized yours. "The people who saw me were very… vocal about how they felt about you," you continued slowly. "I heard one call you a killer."

That's because he killed people

Moon froze. His grip on your arms tightened. He looked panicked. You weren't sure why… an innocent person wouldn't look so anxious.

I like to think an innocent person would be quite anxious about being accused of killing actually, but maybe not the quite same anxiety an actual killer would feel

"You don't believe them, right?" His voice trembled. "You don't think I'm a killer, right?" "Of course not!" you swiftly responded.

Liar

He, thankfully, didn't register your lie. It was for your own personal safety, you convinced yourself. Who knew what he would do to you if he knew you thought him a murderer?

Yeah, that thought would be enough to make me shut up, and I love yapping about anything and everything

Perhaps your worries, along with the worries of the towspeople, were misplaced! You had no evidence that he had actually hurt somebody, after all.

No n in townspeople /info and yeah there isn't evidence for Reader to know that he killed before

He let out a sigh of relief and wrenched his hands off of you with the speed of a snail. "That's good," he replied, laughing lowly. "Very good." He frowned suddenly. "Don't listen to them. They're lying about me."

....uh huh

He towered over you. "And I hate liars."

I would be positively terrified

He turned around and walked away. You returned to washing the dishes in the hopes to pretend that that conversation didn't happen, but there was no hiding how your hands shook. "Just a little while longer," you whispered to yourself. Then, you could quit.

You have four weeks, reader Moon was upon you in seconds. He whispered menacingly into your ear from behind you, "A little while longer until what?"

Until......

Your hands betrayed your fear yet again, so you quickly shoved them deeper into the sink so he couldn't see them. Moon flinched when water splashed onto him. "…Until Christmas!" you forced out with a feigned smile. "I'm just very excited for the holiday, yes."

Until christmas!

Your employer's demeanor immediately brightened. "Ah, of course," he replied. "I'm excited, too. You'll love the gift I got you."

mmm

You tilted your head. "Gift? You didn't have to get me anything…" He frowned. "I wanted to." "Well—" you turned off the sink—"thank you."

.............

"You're welcome." He handed you another list. "If you're finished, could you get these for me?" You nodded in reply and walked towards town.

Back into town!

Four weeks left.

four weeks left...

Throughout the days, you've gotten better at ignoring the whispers.

oof

They were still there, of course. You knew they were still there. They were always there. But you've gotten better at handling it.

Nodding, it's good that they're ignoring it, at least their own sanity will be kept a little out of the blast radius

You held your coat closer to you as snow plummeted the streets. You were sure the outdoors were bound to be a winter wonderland tonight. You felt as if you were walking through the interior of a snow globe.

YAAAAY!

You followed a mental path to buy his supplies. He wanted the same things every time, so it was rather easy for you to memorize where to go. On your way back to the lab, however, you paused. If Moon was getting you something for the holidays, you may as well get him something, too, right?

Sure, why not!

That sounded like something a good assistant to a mad scientist would do.

Interesting attitude you got there Reader,,,

You took a quick detour into the closest mercantile in the hopes to find something he'd like. If you couldn't find anything, you reasoned, you could just make him a present instead.

That's very sweet!

You froze, ending your thoughtful ramblings at the sight: adjustable leather straps for goggles. Moon's glasses were always falling. Perhaps you could get him an adjustable strap to hold them in place?

ooh!

Pulling the straps off of their place on the shelves, you felt their quality and were immediately sold. You needed to get him these.

aw! They're so sweet!

Perhaps you could put stickers of the moon and a menagerie of stars on it as well. Or, even better, you could sew them on with yarn you had left over from your last project…

ooo!

The thought made you excited. You grabbed a yellow ribbon and a blue box with pale stripes and strutted to the counter.

Yippee!

An odd sight greeted you. An animatronic similar in stature to Moon stood across from the counter.

SUN???

His faceplate spun 360 degrees as he grinned widely at you. "Hello!" he greeted, stretching out the last vowel sound. "That'll beeeee," his blue pupils disappeared as he did the mental math, "thirty-five dollars and sixty-two cents!"

silly fellow, fun guy!

You handed him the money silently, eyeing his appearance. Nine sun rays jutted out of his head. He wore a green sweater and dark, viridescent pants. Perhaps your employer and this day-themed automaton had a same creator. Or they were related?

!!!!!!!

You narrowed your eyes to read his name tag: "Sun." He handed you a brown paper bag filled with your items. "Thank you!" he exclaimed, waving wildly at you. "Have a lovely day!"

Aw, a sweetie!

"You, too," you murmured, rushing out of the store. Who was that? Should you ask Moon? … Probably not. Was it offensive to assume every animatronic was related? Most likely.

Maybe???? I dunno

You'll keep this interaction to yourself. For now.

Hm, okay

Luckily, your home was on the way back to the lab, so you had time to leave your gift there. You made it back your place of occupation after about an hour.

Nodding, a reasonable amount of time

Moon perked up from his desk at the sight of you. "What took you so long?" he huffed, though you could sense worry in his tone.

huh

"It was… busy," you lied, smiling to make it seem more believable. He grinned back, each of his sharp, triangular fangs on display. You held back a shiver as you handed him the supplies he requested.

He JUST said like an hour ago that he hates liars

You turned to walk away and do some outdoor cleaning—the poor exterior really needed it—when Moon stopped you. "Wait," he requested, "come here. I want to show you something." You turned around and approached his desk. What could he possibly want to show you?

Uh oh!!!!

Final thoughts: four weeks.....

Four weeks :)

[newtonsheffield]

Can I maybe request some spicy Sunday for the titanic au? Maybe something with our Anthony being distracted by her hips in those trousers?

Hmmmmm

Sure

Let's welcome Titanic Kate and Anthony to their first Spicy Sunday

She was distracting. Some days Anthony was sure he hadn't stopped staring at his wife from the moment she'd called out to him as he fumbled over the railing on the ship. For just a moment, he'd thought he was already dead when he heard her voice and he turned towards her and the air in his lungs had frozen. Her hair had been whipping around her, inky spirals nearly lost to the night sky and the ship's lamps had been like a halo around her and he hadn't been able to breathe.

He'd stumbled, falling backwards in surprise and she'd moved so quickly he'd known she was an angel. Her breathing panicked as she dragged him back over the railing and it hadn't been until his back had it the deck of the ship and her legs had straddled him that he'd realised he could feel her. He could feel where his hands had landed on her hips, the rough fabric of her trousers and he could feel her chest heaving against his and her hair tickling his forehead,

"Are you alright?"

Her brow was furrowed as she'd stared down at him and her nose had nearly been brushing his and he'd sat, frozen, staring at her.

"I'm not-"

"Sir! Step away from her!"

They'd been pulled apart by guards seconds later but even so, he hadn't stopped looking at her.

She was the reason he was still alive. In more ways than one. He'd stared at her while he hung in the water and her hand had gripped his, and her words had been pressed against his skin while her family stared curiously at them.

If you die I'll be very cross with you, Anthony.

You can ask me to marry you and then die. I wouldn't make a good widow, and you know it.

Please hold on, please, They're coming for us. I can see the lights. We're going to have a whole life together I just need you to hold on for a moment longer.

He hadn't stopped staring as they'd stood in the registry office with his hand in hers, the lie coming easily to his lips.

"My Wife and I were married aboard the Titanic before it sank."

And he hadn't stopped staring at her since. Never. Huddled together in their tiny rented apartment making their plans to return to England, his family likely now in even more distress now that they thought him dead, a responsibility he would have to shoulder again soon. But for now he had Kate. This life they were building together, so much more beautiful than he'd ever imagined.

All he did was stare at her, even now, watching her across their tiny bedroom with her brow furrowed and charcoal on her fingertips.

"I can feel you staring at me."

Anthony chuckled, adjusting his arm behind his head, "what am I supposed to do."

She rolled her eyes, her wedding ring shining against her hand for a moment, his words echoing through his head for a moment I'll get you the one you deserve one day "Well, for one, you're not supposed to move while I'm drawing you."

The sunlight was streaming through the window, warming the room, making the shirt she'd plucked from his wardrobe to cover herself with a little transparent where it stretched over her stomach only just beginning to swell.

He'd seen her in a dress, twice. Once when she'd been condescendingly dragged to the dining room, and another when they'd married. Every other day she'd worn a trousers and shirt and he'd asked her about it, curiously only days after they'd married.

"You prefer trousers."

Her brow had furrowed as they'd lain together, their legs intertwined. "Yes, and I don't intend to change that."

Anthony chuckled, kissing her neck, "I don't intend to change anything about you, Love."

"Well, intend to make you keep that beard, so perhaps you're a better person than I am. It's very handsome."

The truth was, she didn't look like herself outside of her trousers, even if they distracted him to no end. Every time he looked at her, his eyes caught on the way her trousers clung to the curve of her hips and her braces hung around her waist and the undershirt she wore at home exclusively clung to her body and lately he'd been nothing but distracted by the way it clung to the swell where their child was being nurtured into life. The brightest spot in all this struggle.

"Sorry," Anthony grinned at her, rolling towards her. "Is this how I was?"

"You know it wasn't."

He shook his hair letting it fall in his eyes as he hadn't bothered to slick it back today, no intention of emerging from their bedroom until lunchtime, his embarrassment at his mother-in-law likely knowing exactly what kept them abed for so long, long since faded. He rolled again, reaching the end of the bed, "Was I here?"

"You weren't," Kate said primly though her tongue darted out to lick her lips, her eyes trailing down his bare chest.

"Oh, I'm sure I was."

"No."

Anthony stood slowly, leaning forwards until he was practically leaning over her, his voice dropping as heat settled in his stomach and their lips nearly brushed "Perhaps I was here."

He could feel her breath hitch against his lips, felt the moment her eyes drifted down to his lips, and her voice was breathless when she finally managed to speak, "I think you were."

Her hand darted out, wrapping around the back of his neck and tugging him down until his lips crashed against hers and the moan that fell from his lips ached in his chest.

It was overwhelming, it always was, had been from the very first moment their lips had touched on board and he hadn't been able to think anything but there's no one else for me. I'm yours, forever. He knew every inch of her now, knew how her lips would move against his and he knew how her tongue would tangle with his and a sense of overwhelming comfort settled in his chest along with everything else.

He swallowed her moan, reaching forward and tugging her up against his chest biting off a curse when her legs wrapped around his waist. He stepped backwards until his legs hit the mattress and they tumbled down, his heart hammering in his chest at the sound of Kate's giggle in his ear.

"I love you."

Kate was staring down at him, her fingers smudging against the white of his shirt as she unbuttoned it, his chest tight as her skin shone in the sunlight.

"I love you too."

Her lips swallowed his words as they met again and her hips started grinding against his, heat flickering in his stomach, setting him on fire for her.

His eyes rolled back in his head as they started moving together, the feel of them overwhelming as her skin slid against his in the sticky summer heat and he was lost to everything else. Nothing else mattered but the feel of her, nothing but her fingers intertwined with his and her lips clashing desperately with his.

Oh, Fuck, Kate

He bit it off, his throat raw as his hands gripped her hips tightly, her fingernails scratching against his chest leaving dark smudges against his pale skin. His chest felt tight, as tension rippled around the room and the air seemed to thicken with it. Sweat built on their skin and Anthony couldn't take his eyes off his wife.

Her cheeks were flushed, her hair hanging around them in unruly curls, even as she pushed it back to keep their eyes locked together and her shoulders heaved and her eyes rolled back. The sun was lit behind her and there was nothing in the entire world but the two of them.

A growl built in his chest and he moved without realising it, rolling them quickly until she was pinned beneath him, her eyes shining as their rhythm started again, her fingers tightening in his hair brushing it back from his forehead.

Fuck, Anthony!

It took them both by surprise, as Kate fell apart, shuddering against him and Anthony fell over the edge as well, clinging to her desperately just as he always was these days.

"We need to stop this." Kate groaned, rolling them again, taking him with her until his head was nestled against her bare chest and his hand settled on the swell of her stomach.

"We're honeymooning." Anthony sighed against her, kissing the skin under his lips quickly.

"We've been married four months, Love."

Anthony rolled his eyes, sitting up "That's newly married."

"I'm not sure it is." Kate sighed, "Especially not when you've already a baby on the way."

"Well, that happened... in anticipation of our wedding vows I think so, it doesn't count." Anthony sighed a little smugly, kissing his way down her body, nudging her legs apart, "So I should stop then?"

Kate scoffed, twisting her fingers in his hair, "Well, I never said that."

[asktheplethaura]

If Only , If Only - Unicorn Wars Fanfiction

(((Chapter Seventeen))

((I got the air Juans- but I still get dunked on))

~~

"You and I are going to have a SERIOUS talk when we get back to camp." the bigger, gruff bear announced as he glared down to Azulin. "Now is not the time for lectures. Don't think this is over."

At this point, Azulin was surprised this lecture wasn't something that had happened. Everything he was doing so was unconventional and dangerous. All of this new, profound care he had for everyone was making him drastic and irrational when it came to his yearning for accomplishment. 

The blue eyed bear could only help he wouldn't have to actually explain himself. How WOULD he? He can't just go around and explain the fact that he was from the past or future or wherever he came from. Just spit out all of this nonsense about how prophecies were untrue, and how the world seemed to have come to an end as they knew it. There was no way to put it that would make anything make sense. 

Maybe, they would even be so fed up with him they would call some psychiatric practitioner and make them cart him away to a funny room with white walls and endless misery, knowing he is the only one that will ever know what happened on that fateful day. 

He couldn't let it happen again. 

He needed to make sure that none of that awful stuff happened again. Even if he had to cut off his own arm and legs to keep fate from swinging her nasty claws at them once more. He has already broken reality. He has already altered the past and most definitely changed the future. He couldn't afford to hiccup and lose everyone and everything to some stupid little mistake. 

What could he do when he ran out of options...?

"Coco! Go and fetch the others! We need to do a death count and assist those who remain of the troupe! YOU-" Sergeant Caricias looked down to Azulin, giving the smaller bear a side eye before letting out a shaky breath and kneeling down to his soldier. "Azulin. How... did you find this place?"

The stunned eyes of Azulin locked with the golden ones of the older bear, realizing he had yet to come up with a suitable lie. 

He had become panicked, even agitated. What was he going to do if his story didn't make enough sense for the other bear to at least dismiss it as 'somewhat the truth'? Surely there was no way to do it.

"I... dreamt about it... sir." He slowly spoke out, looking away. "I ... didn't say anything. Because it sounds crazy.. don't it??" the question was anxious, causing the leader of the troupe to move his head back a little bit in skepticism. However, he only sighed with a grunt and huffed. 

"I know you're lying." he bluntly stated, before standing up. "I need to assist these troops. Stay there and heal up. You're still injured. 

That was another problem. The unicorn had went out of it's way to heal him, but if he wasn't injured... surely the other bears were going to be able to tell something wrong was going on. Something like that certainly does not happen out of the blue. Sure, they don't know that some unicorns can heal yet- but if word got out he healed from a severe stab wound in merely some hours and a day- then there would be even more explaining needed.

Azulin slumped down to the ground, bringing his knees up to his chest as he leaned his head forward. He had not processed the pain completely. All he knew is that the smell of the blood was messing with him. He wanted... to... touch it... 

To play with it and bathe his .. hands in it... to-

NO! No no no... 

Azulin was getting frantic, bringing his hand up to his had with a bit of a tightened fist- hoping to avoid scratching his own cranium again. 

He needed to get these thoughts out of his head, and he needed to do that NOW. He was not like that anymore. He would never be like that again, and he would make that a promise- even if it DID kill him. He shook his head and stood up, trying to feign and injury until no on was paying attention. 

Yet, every move he made, he was being watched. The faces of the bears hiding around the camp were all on him, inspecting him... judging him. 

They were all staring...

'They won't keep gawking if you just take their stupid eyes out of their damn h-' Azulin slapped himself, feeling a furthering sense of crisis falling over his mind. 

He couldn't do it. He can't let these intrusive thoughts poison him.

"Don't think like that you disgusting bastard..." 

Azulin shook his head and buried it further into his legs, coughing a bit as he bent forward too much for comfort. 

Just behind a bush, inspecting one of the bodies- Coco heard him. His lavender eyes narrowing a bit as he felt a little apprehensive about the others mental state again. He couldn't understand what would cause someone who feigned such annoying confidence to fall to such self-depreciating shambles and it worried him. 

Was Azulin really like that the whole time, masking it with his obtrusive awfulness? Or did something happen that suddenly turned such a severe switch in him that he had yet to let loose from his lips?

The blonde bear went back to doing the body count, his own thoughts nagging at him- telling him to at least stay near Azulin in case something else were to happen. 

Just as he jotted something else down in his small stenograph for a report to the generals of the Love Camp- he barely registered it at first- but he felt an awful pain in his right lower-leg. 

Looking down- he held back a loud shout of pain- seeing a bear-trap snagged around his now bleeding limb

((To Be Continued))

[theodorecanaryhood]

The SuperBat story

Batboy and Superboy love story!

Jonathan Kent x Y/n Wayne

‘Your left’ Superboy shouted as you back flipped over a machete, giving a swift roundhouse kick to the thugs chest.

Superboy grabbed a guys collar as he lifted off the ground, dropping him down onto a car bonnet.

You threw a Batarang as a distraction as you jump kicked then threw a hard punch, the last thug you kicked in the face then slammed his head into a window. Knocking him out.

‘Emotional damage’ Superboy exclaimed as you smiled a little.

‘Hungry?’ You asked him, to which Superboy nodded.

…

Shirt and trousers, slicked back smart hair as the two of you sat in the Iceberg lounge, Jonathan ordering your drinks.

‘So, gonna explain why this is your favourite bar considering it’s owned by your Dad’s enemy?’ Jonathan asked you, you only smiled.

‘I like the atmosphere’

Your drinks came as you clinked your glasses together, taking a swig when one of your favourite songs came on.

‘Oh, I love this song. Want to dance Kent?’ You asked, cheerful as Jonathan seemed reluctant.

Taking your hand and walking with you to the dance floor, the two of you danced together with your drinks.

It felt so satisfying to be able to be open and free without judgment. At least for now, the two of you could be each other’s and do normal couple things.

‘Feels so good not hiding’ Jonathan smiled, leaning down and kissing you.

‘I love you’ you slipped out the words as Jonathan went wide eyed.

You panicked internally as you saw the look on his face change, you couldn’t take back the words as you’d already said them out loud.

‘You don’t have to say it back, just wanted to let you know’ you saved yourself, Jonathan still stared at you.

Almost like he was trying to detect a lie in you while he listened to your heartbeat, hearing it stayed the same apart from when it jumped as Jonathan took your hands in his.

‘Y/n, I think it’s time we become official, like to the families’ he spoke clearing his throat, insinuating he and yourself finally tell everyone the truth.

Your ‘friendship’ has been going on a while and no one knows, even your Dad being the worlds greatest detective and your boyfriends Dad being Superman. They still could never see.

‘I think you’re right’ you nodded, kissing your boyfriend deeply, him smiling into it and kissing you back.

The two of you carried on drinking a bit more and dancing along to the music, an older guy kept staring at the two of you. Standing hand in hand as you both smiled.

‘Some people are gay dear’ you laughed as you walked out with Jonathan.

Arriving at Wayne Manor in your Uber it was a weird feeling, usually the two of you would arrive and get out separately. Walk up and act like you were both just friends.

The last kiss being before you left a bar or club, but this time you felt brave enough to walk up holding Jonathan’s hand.

‘Right, ready?’ He asked you as you walked in together.

You only nodded as Alfred approached the two of you, with his gentle smile he always carried.

‘Evening Sir’s, how was your night?’ Alfred asked you as you stood in the hallway.

‘Was great Pops, is everyone still here?’ You asked as you saw Alfred notice the two of you, holding hands.

‘Yes master y/n, in the dining room’ Alfred said as he pat you both on the back.

You walked in first not holding hands as to not get questions asked straight away, taking a deep breath as your heart thumped.

‘Babe, relax, my Dad will hear your heartbeat straight away’ Jonathan said, running your arm to calm you down.

‘Ok’

‘Hey you two, have a good night?’ Dick asked as he leaned back in his seat.

Everyone turned to face you both as you stood in the walkway to the dining room.

‘Come in y/n, no need to be shy’ Clarke said as the two of you walked into the room and stood in front of everyone.

‘We need to tell you all something’ Jonathan broke the silence, everyone stared intrigued.

‘Dad, I’m bisexual’ Jonathan blurted out, Clarke didn’t seem angry. He smiled and pulled his son in for a hug while Clarke stayed seated.

‘And Dad, I’m gay’ you spoke to your Dad, and your Brothers who all smiled gently to you.

‘And?’ Jason said, shrugging his shoulders as you choked up a little.

‘There’s also something else, Dad, Bruce, me and y/n we’re uh, together’ Jonathan said as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

‘And I love him, he also loves me’ Jonathan finished as he looked in your eyes.

‘You do?’ You asked, Jonathan nodded as he gave you a kiss.

‘Well, that’s a turn of events but I can’t say I’m surprised’ Bruce said as he stood up.

‘Y/n, when you were younger you used to be obsessed with boy bands and you even said you wanted to marry someone like you’re school friend Kyle. I’ve also had a theory for a while that the two of you would be a cute couple if you ever had the chance’ Bruce said, Dick smiling at you the whole time.

‘You’re still my son, and I still love you no matter what’ he continued as he pulled you in for a hug.

‘And Jonathan, you know you can talk to me about anything and I will never judge you, I’d never judge you for this, y/n is an amazing man and so are you’ Clarke said to Jonathan as he hugged him.

Jason and Dick stood up to hug the two of you as Bruce then hugged Jonathan. Following with Tim, Damian and Alfred following after.

‘Ok, so I guess there’s no need to hide anymore’ Jonathan laughed, taking your hand again.

‘But know this Kent, you hurt my little brother I will show up to your apartment with my favourite pistol’ Jason stepped in, you looked at Jonathan.

‘He means it’ Tim whispered, Jason then cracked a bright smile as he urged the two of you to sit with him.

‘So, tell us about how you guys got together’ Clarke said as the two of you spoke the rest of the time, telling everyone about how you got together.

It felt indescribable to have your family sitting with you, listening to you and your stories, still wanting you to be in the family.

Love was always around and is in many different forms, sometimes you don’t always have to travel far to find it.

[art-finds-a-way]

Rebel AU

Just as they were about to depart, they saw a squad of troopers enter the hangar. They both glanced down at the unconscious pilot again, but his body was hidden behind the crates from their sight, for now... But they had a clear view of the pair, so they couldn't possibly reach the shuttle and prepare it for their escape in time.

Jareau took a deep breath.

"Lets go." he grabbed Tora's arm and turned towards another corridor leading away from the hangar. They needed another route.

"What will we do now?" asked Tora desperately, feeling their situation hopeless.

Jareau cleared his still sore throat before he could speak.

"There will be escape pods a level above, we will use one of those."

They spent quite a few long minutes wandering on the corridors, then taking the elevator and Tora really wasn't sure how much her nerves could take of this yet.

"There." said Jareau after stepping out of the elevator. "The escape pods are behind that corner."

Tora followed where his helmet was facing and her stomach clenched painfully. A tall, young man walked towards them, wearing a dark grey uniform, on the sides of his face sporting some well groomed sideburns. He was concentrating on a datapad in his hand, an older, bulky model with a bantha sticker on it, Tora immediately recognized one of her own devices. The ISB agent noticing the people in front of him glanced up to avoid colliding into them. Tora felt cold spreading through her seeing his expression immediately turning to a scowl as he recognized her.

"Trooper, where are you taking the prisoner?" he walked up to them.

"I got orders to transport her to Corellia, sir."

Tora had no chance to warn Jareau that he can't lie his way out of this, this guy knew exactly who she was and had plans with her. She just stared at Kallus with a pale face helplessly.

The agent's eyebrows shot upwards hearing the answer before an angry scowl took it's place.

"Who gave that order?" he asked with obvious suspicion.

"It came from above, sir."

The scowl on the agent's face deepened.

"How much above? Show me that order, trooper."

Tora's heart was ready to explode as she looked between Kallus and Jareau. They were goners...

In that moment the alarms started to blare around them. They must have found the pilot.

As if the alarms gave him the sign, Jareau suddenly raised his blaster but before he could have fired it, the agent hit the weapon out of his hand with the bulky datapad he was holding, destroying the device in the process. He didn't hesitate one second as dropping the now useless datapad, he came at Jareau with his fist next.

The spy shoved Tora away to be able to fight back.

"Tora, run!" he yelled as he blocked the punch.

She fell to the wall but couldn't move, watching the hand to hand fight unfold in front of her. If she only took their size differences, it was obvious who will win...

"But..."

"Run!! Launch a pod! I will follow!"

Hearing the promise Tora forced herself to move and she ran towards the escape pods heaving in panic. Reaching the first one she hit the button to open the door and jumped in. Her eyes danced on the control panel, trying to force her panicked mind to focus and find how to launch it. There! She hit a button, then pulled a lever in front of her the same second as she saw a big shadow being casted on her from behind. A heavy hand fell on her shoulder and turned her over with a force. Tora stared up at the ISB agent with fear in her eyes, frozen in her place, when the pod suddenly jerked with the motion of being launched. She was trapped in there with him.

[ysljoon]

Personal Business|CEO!Jeon Jungkook x Assistant Reader

This fanfic is mature so please avoid if you are not 18+ this is also a yandere fic so there are sensitive topics. 

Warnings: Yandere themes, noncon sex, public sex, crying, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk (jungkook has a filthy mouth christ), creampie, assault?

Being the personal assistant to Jeon Jungkook definitely has been a rollercoaster of experiences, but after working with him for about 2 years now you’ve gotten used to his erratic behavior such as mood swings and unreasonable demands. Everyone in the workplace has admired how long you’ve stuck around, but the paycheck you receive every two weeks is too pretty to pass up. You saw the listing for the job on a job search website and the pay per hour almost had you pass out, but once you came into the office you realized you were getting paid so generously almost as a test to see if the money could keep you around and it sure has.

Today Jungkook was in an extra gruff mood for the day because he had plenty of meetings to go through and not enough time for proper breaks and that’s the least ideal day for him. He loves breaks as much as any other person, but just tenfold. Everyone in the office is allowed a 45 minute lunch break, but since Jungkook is the CEO he will disappear on 2 hour breaks and not a single person knows where he goes. Not even you and people don’t understand how since you’re practically his right hand. You pay no mind to his whereabouts since it doesn’t affect and busy yourself with whatever tasks Jungkook left for you to do. Today he left no tasks for you since he’s been cooped up in his office occupied with other business officials. You haven’t been able to meet with him to get a briefing for the day so now you’re talking with Taehyung at his cubicle while you share a small pizza he ordered for lunch.

“Taehyung, I’m telling you right now there is no way that Joon and the receptionist don’t have something going on! They’re always eyeing each other up and Namjoon is always requesting for her to come to his office. It’s highly suspect.” You explained your reasoning to Taehyung exasperated and took another bite of your crust.

“Listen Y/N, all I’m saying is that it’s way too obvious for it to actually have any worth. Anyways you know how Mr. Jeon feels about workplace romance; he absolutely abhors the thought and would probably fire people on the spot if he ever found out.”

You continued to have your disagreement with Taehyung for a little while more, but what you didn’t realize was that Jungkook was done with his meeting a while ago and was watching you on his laptop through the camera system and was frowning deeply watching you fraternize with your coworker. He was tired of watching you practically throw yourself at Taehyung when you were his and only his. Jungkook got up from his desk and strode to Taehyung’s cubicle to stop this foolishness immediately.

“Mr. Kim, is there a reason why you are holding up my assistant from her work and why the expense report I asked you to do isn’t done?” Jungkook had a look on his face that he wanted to wring Taehyung’s neck and he was very close to, but he didn’t want to scare you off. He had to have you in his possession before he got rid of anybody that even tried to look in your direction so for right now this was his version of playing it cool.

“I-I’m very sorry sir it won’t happen again and I’ll get right to it!” Taehyung quickly turned to his computer and fervently typed in his password to get to work immediately. Jungkook then turned to you and grabbed you by the arm to drag you to his office. You were shocked and stunned by this action because sure he had talked to you roughly, but had never put his hands on you. He swiftly pulled you into his office and slammed the door. He even fully shut his blinds. This started to have you scared. He had this look in his eyes that made your body start to tremble. “S-sir I’m sorry for not working! I just wasn’t able to get the daily briefing for today so I tried my best to get work done. I had a lot of free time so I thought to spend it with Taehyung. I’m sorry if that was wasting company time you can deduct it from my pay!” You were heavily breathing by the time you were done with your panicked spiel. Jungkook chuckled at your anxiety and strode towards you till you were backed up into the wall and at this point you thought he could feel how fast your heart was beating in your chest.

“Darling, if you really want to make it up to me you can kiss me.” He purred in your ear and it sent sickening shivers up your spine. Your head started to spin when you felt him plant his lips on the column of your neck and work his way up to your jaw. You tried to shove him off, but naturally he was able to overpower you and he used his leg and chest to trap you between him and the wall.

“My dear Y/N, I hope you cooperate with me if you know what’s good for you.” He slyly grinned against your skin and started to passionately kiss you. To really show he was in charge he bit down on your bottom lip with force you have never felt before. It had you cry out in pain, but you were quickly silenced when you felt your boss reach under your skirt and start to trace circles against your cunt. He placed a hand against your mouth and gave you a threatening look you have never seen. It was so sinister it had you squirming away from his touch. You thought you could have gotten away but by the time you were able to slide past his body he was grabbing your wrist and slamming you down against his desk which sent things tumbling down to the floor.

“Jungkook, please stop, I'm so sorry!” You didn’t even realize you were bawling at this point, but he ignored your pleas and sobs and continued with his sinister acts. He grasped your wrists in one hand and with his other he slid your panties off and inserted a single long finger into your cunt. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight and wet for me.” He kept pumping his finger into you until he felt like he could insert another one into you. Once the second finger was deep in your hole Jungkook started to pick up the pace and you couldn’t even cry out to what he was doing to you. You felt numb and helpless and wanted him to stop, but your efforts were useless.

“Kitten, I want to hear you. I want to hear how good I make you fucking feel. I want to see you get dumb on my fucking fingers and cock that you don’t even know what to do with yourself. I want you to beg to have your dirty cunt stretched out.” Hearing your boss talk to you like this makes you speechless, but you listen to him because you don’t know what other worse things he can do to you. You let your body succumb to what he’s doing and you let out small moans and whimpers and this makes him let out his own grunts and groans in response. Before you can assess what’s happening when you feel his fingers slip out of your soaked pussy, Jungkook is shoving his cock balls deep into you and you gasp for air feeling the heavy pressure between your legs. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust and starts to pound into you. You cry out in both pain and pleasure from hearing skin slap against skin. You feel close to an orgasm and tears are rolling down your cheeks from desperation. “Sir please let me cum! I need to cum so bad! Please let me cum all over your cock.” You can’t even process the words you’re saying, you just want to have your release so badly. Jungkook slaps your ass and groans a ‘fuck yes baby’ and just seconds after that action you’re creaming on his thick cock. You feel your walls pulse around your boss and this brings him close to the edge and he’s losing control over himself. He starts to wild slam into your cunt and after a few more pumps he’s spilling his cum into you and you feel delirious from everything that had just happened. You hear him adjusting himself behind you, but you can’t bring yourself to even move at the moment. You hear his steps come close to you and you just lie there motionless while you wait for him to speak. “I can’t wait to bring you home with me princess.” After that sentence all you can recall is a blunt object coming in contact with your skull and nothing else.

Notes: thank you so much for reading I’ve been on a pretty solid hiatus and will crosspost what I have written on AO3 on to here too because I have some fics there that I haven’t posted on to Tumblr! If you enjoyed please like and reblog it really helps and you can also give me a Kofi.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Safe

MAIN MASTERLIST

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 3,870ish

Request: Hi so this is my first time actually talking about this but I have PTSD from when I went to a party and 2 guys sexually assaulted me. I think about it a lot epically when I'm in crowds and such thinking they may be near me. I know Tony deals with PTSD but from a different situations and I was wondering how he would help his girlfriend with it? & I just really wanna feel safe when it's so hard for me to right now 

Warnings: sexual assault (not explicit), mention of rape and rape kit, PTSD

Notes: I hope that did this request justice. Please read carefully. The first “section” (divided by the ~~~) tells about the sexual assault incident. It doesn’t go too in depth. But if you don’t feel comfortable reading it, please skip that part and read the rest. (If you chose to skip that part, begin reading after the first ~~~.)

You couldn’t stop the tears from cascading down your cheeks. Even though you knew how it looked, especially as you sat in the corner of the subway car. Trying to get yourself to disappear from the world. Mascara had joined your tears cause you hadn’t thought to wear a waterproof type. Why would you? You never thought that it would happen to you. Yes, you’ve heard the stories, you’d been warned, and you even knew people who had it happen to you. But maybe you didn’t think it could ever since you became an Avenger. Ever since you’d meet Tony and he promised to protect you forever.

You went to the party knowing that you couldn’t drink, at least not very much. There was an important mission tomorrow, everyone on the team was needed. That was also the reason why you didn’t want to go to the party at first. But Tony had convinced you, saying that you needed to hang out with your old friends.

The old friends had met you in front of where the party was. Greeting you with large smiles and hugs. The first few hours were fine. But the people got drunker and the music got louder. And before you knew it you had been separated from your friends. Two guys were next to you, basically on top of you because of how crowded the space was.

They both tried to get you to go someplace else with them. You kept refusing. They kept pushing. Eventually, they didn’t care to get you into a more secluded setting. They shoved a drink down your throat, almost immediately putting you in a dazed state. One of them went behind you while the other stayed in front. They sexually assaulted you right then and there. With no one caring. One was always holding you up with a hand around your mouth, so that the other could be inside you. Then they would switch or join the other.

Slowly, they were moving you to the side of the room. You didn’t know what to do, how to react. You were in such a state of shock that all your training went out the window. Whatever they gave you wasn’t helping as well. They enjoyed you for far too long before literally tossing you in the alley outside of where you were.

There you laid, trying to get yourself to move. Eventually you did. As you got up, you noted your lack of undergarments. All you had on was your dress. Your purse was missing as well. Your whole body was shaking as you headed out of the alley to the nearest subway station.

You hadn’t even noticed the tears until you were sitting in the subway car. Getting weird looks. You didn’t care though. All you wanted to do was go home and wash this night away.

~~~

“Sir, it appears Miss L/N is back,” JARVIS informed Tony. He was up late in his lab, not being able to sleep without you safely in the Tower.

“Thanks, J,” Tony responded. “Tell her—“

“There’s something wrong.” Tony’s head snapped up. JARVIS had never spoken like that. Spoken with just concern. “I’m bringing her to you.”

Tony rushed to the elevator, already knowing not to question JARVIS. He waited anxiously for the elevator to open. And when it did, his heart completely shattered. You were hugging yourself, pushed up against the corner of the elevator. You were on the ground, your face a mess.

“Y/N!” Tony exclaimed. 

You flinched. You looked up at him, but you weren’t seeing him. Your eyes were red and glassed over, and not just because of the tears you were shedding. Tony crouched down in front of you, careful not to get into your space.

“Honey… wanna tell me what’s going on?” You shook your head, still not looking at him. “Alright, that’s okay. Can I help you up? I think you need to be checked out.”

“No!” You squeaked, pushing yourself further into the corner.

“Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you. Have I ever?”

You breathed raggedly, trying to get your brain to form coherent thoughts. “N-noo…”

“Then can I carry you out of the elevator?”

It took you a moment, but eventually you nodded. Tony let out a breath of relief before quickly getting his arms situated to pick you up. As he did, your dress moved up, revealing that you had no underwear on. Tony’s heart clenched and he had to repress a growl building in his throat. You didn’t need to tell him what happened anymore, he could easily guess. And after he was done helping you, he was going to make sure whoever did this to you paid.

You were trembling in his arms as he carried you out of the elevator and into his lab. Tony set you down on a clean work bench and watched you curl in on yourself. He turned to his monitors, taking a deep breath before he freaked out. He typed quickly on his keyboard, notifying Wanda and Natasha of the situation and to hurry on up to the lab. He then contacted the Tower’s female doctor, requesting her to the lab immediately. 

Wanda and Natasha were in the lab faster than Tony had expected. He had moved to your side, trying to figure out what to do. You were still crying and partially dazed. 

“Y/N,” Wanda called sweetly, appearing next to your head. “You’re in shock. May I help you?”

“I… I don’t know…” you mumbled.

“I won’t do anything without your permission. I just want you to feel some peace, get some rest.”

“….okay….”

“Before Wanda does anything,” Natasha cut in. She paused, briefly glancing at the other two. “We need your verbal consent to do a rape kit.”

You clenched your eyes shut as a sob tore through your whole being. Your heart was racing dangerously as you began to struggle to breath.

“Sir, it seems that Y/N is panicking,” JARVIS said.

“No, shit, J!” Tony responded. “Hey, honey, hey.” He bent down to be closer to your face. “I need you to breath or to allow Wanda to help you. It’s your choice. Nothing will be done without your consent.”

Tony gripped your hands close and ever so lovingly. You allowed yourself to look into Tony’s pleading brown eyes. You knew that he would never hurt you, he never had. Shakily, you nodded.

“Yes,” you rasped. “Help me.”

Tony pulled your hands to his lips, kissing them. “Of course, sweetheart.”

“Y/N, we need your verbal consent for the rape kit,” Natasha reminded, gently.

“Okay,” you breathed out. “You can do the rape kit.”

Wanda’s red streams of power floated around your head, putting you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. And that’s when Tony let loose. He turned around and threw the items off his desk with a shout. 

“Tony! Tony!” Natasha exclaimed, moving to stop the billionaire. She grabbed him from behind, turning him around and pulling him in for a hug.

“I failed her,” Tony cried softly. “I failed to protect her.”

“You didn’t do anything. No one could have seen this coming.”

“Excuse me,” the doctor exited the elevator. “I was called up here.”

“Yes, yes,” Tony nodded, putting his sunglasses over his eyes. “The patient, Y/N, is on the table. She’s given verbal consent for a rape kit and I would like her blood to be drawn. I want to see if she was drugged.”

“Cause there should have been more bruises and fight marks,” Natasha whispered, putting the pieces together.

She knew you. She trained with you. You were capable of taking down Steve and Bucky on your best day. How did you not fight this? Natasha and Tony both knew you would have, so there had to be something that prevented you from doing so.

“Alright, I’ll get right to work.”

~~~

When you began coming to, you noticed how badly your head was pounding. You were confused initially, at your surroundings. The white and gray walls. The twin bed and the monitors beeping. But then it all came flooding back to you. You gasped, sitting up dramatically and frantically looking around the room. The monitor beside you began beeping faster and louder.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” Tony said, rushing into the room. He sat on the edge of your bed and set his hands on your upper arms. “Breathe, honey, breathe. You’re in the med-bay, you’re safe.”

“I… they…” You stuttered as you tried to catch your breath and your racing thoughts. “I should have… I could have…”

“Whatever you’re thinking, sweetheart, I need you to stop. It was not your fault. You were drugged.”

“I-I know… they stuffed it down my throat… I… I kept saying no… But there was two of them…”

“You don’t have to talk about it right now,” Tony cupped your cheeks, brushing his calloused thumbs across your cheeks to catch the tears. “I don’t want you to get worked up when you’ve just gone through a trauma.”

“I… I… they…” You were getting worked up, which was definitely something you did not need right now.

“Sssshhhh,” Tony coed. “You’re okay, you’re safe now.”

“Good morning,” the doctor greeted, walking into the room. “How are we feeling this morning?”

“I… I don’t know how to answer that,” you responded quietly.

The doctor gave a sympathetic smile. “That’s to be expected. Are you hurting anywhere?”

You sucked in your lip and thought about it. You did hurt. Your heart, your head. Every area they touched burned, like a phantom pain. But do you tell them that? Do you freak them out and worry them more? Or do you lie?

“I… uh…” You stuttered. “It…” The doctor and Tony eyed each other, worriedly. “Um… y-yes…”

Both the doctor and Tony were surprised at how you were actually honest with them. But they weren’t going to question it.

“Okay,” the doctor jot something down on the tablet she was holding. “Do you mind sharing where exactly you’re feeling the pain?”

“I… um… no…” you said.

“That’s okay. I’ll just order you a general painkiller, hopefully that will help.”

“Is it okay if I take her to our room?” Tony wondered.

“Yes, I can check in on her there and she would be more comfortable, I’m guessing.”

“Please,” you pleaded quietly. 

You needed some place more private and where you felt safe. Tony and yours shared room had always been your safe place. Tony had even shared with you that he felt the same after you had moved in. In that room you two had shared very intimate moments. Physically, emotionally, mentally. It was a place where both of you could let your guard down and completely be yourselves.

Tony leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll go get a wheelchair, sweetheart.”

Tony quickly grabbed a wheelchair and gently placed you in the chair. He took the blanket that he had laid on you when you were on the table, and placed it on you. You curled onto the chair, pulling the blanket around you. He thanked the doctor before pushing you to the bedroom. 

Once you were there, Tony placed you onto the bed. He helped you under the covers before sitting beside you.

“What can I help you with, dear?” Tony asked softly. He took your hand, rubbing his thumb along the top of it. “Do you need anything? Food? Water?” 

“Actually… a shower…” you responded. “I need to wash all this off me.”

“Okay, okay. Let me go get it all set up and started and then I’ll help you.” 

He rushed off before you could get the courage to tell him that you didn’t want his help. Not that you didn’t appreciate it. But you couldn’t stand the thought of him, or any other man for that matter, touching your skin or see you naked. Tony was back faster than you thought he would be. He didn’t take any notice of your glossy eyes as he picked you up, took you into the bathroom, and set you on the edge of the tub.

“I’m going to help you out of your clothes, okay?” Tony was careful, making sure that he had your permission before he did anything.

“N-noo,” you squeaked. “I… sorry…”

Every time Tony thought his heart couldn’t shatter anymore, you’d do something to prove him wrong. “Okay, honey. That’s okay. I’ll just leave the door ajar and be outside if you need anything.” He placed a quick kiss on your forehead. “Right outside.”

Then he left you. You slowly removed your clothes, hating seeing the dress you used to love. And the skin you used to be so confident in and let Tony worship didn’t physical look different, but it sure felt different. 

When you stepped under the streaming, hot water, you let it pound against your back. You were unable to move for longer than you cared to admit, so stuck inside your mind. Reliving those horrific memories that were last night.

“Honey,” Tony’s voice filled the shower, with help from JARVIS, “your heart rate is escalating. Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah-h,” you replied.

“Are you sure?”

No, you thought. But you weren’t about to tell him that. “I’ll be out in a minute!”

You washed your hair before you began to scrub your body. And scrub and scrub. Until your skin was red. You turned off the water before stepping out and drying yourself. Thankfully, Tony had left clothes for you. A pair of his boxers and your favorite shirt of his.

While you had been in the shower, Tony was leaning his back against the wall next to the door. Trying to keep his tears at bay. He couldn’t let you know how this was effecting him, because he couldn’t imagine how bad this was all effecting you.

When you finally came out of the bathroom, the emptiness in your eyes scared Tony the most. He wordlessly helped you into bed before getting into the bed himself. He moved over to you and tried to bring you into him, only for you to immediately tense up.

“I’m sorry,” you rasped. You clenched your eyes shut as you tried not to release any tears. “I’m so sorry.”

Tony’s arms immediately retracted. “Please don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s going to take time and I’ll be here every step of the way.”

~~~

The nightmares that occurred made you feel so bad. You woke up Tony every night. But all he would say is that you did the same for him, so he’s just returning the favor. It was the truth. Tony’s PTSD used to keep him up at night, but with you and therapy he had been gaining positive strides. So he was determined to help you do the same. He found you a therapist, which took some time for you to open up to, but you did. He didn’t touch you without your permission, and made sure everyone else did the same. 

It took you almost six months for you to get physical with Tony again. But there was no funny business about it, you two were still taking it slow. You were slowly healing, slowly feeling safe again. Though sometimes for every step forward you took, you felt like you would then take four steps back. There was one thing you hadn’t made progress with at all yet. Crowds.

Crowds had you terrified. Always checking your surroundings for the men that had harmed you. Or for any person that might think of doing the same. That had gotten you taken off missions, for the foreseeable future. You had barely left the tower since that night. Only getting fresh air from the balconies and rooftop. Tony, because of you, had even stopped hosting parties. Team movie nights even took a while to start back up. Not wanting to rush you. But you had finally began to warm up to the team as a whole again.

You had successfully avoided crowds, parties, and galas of any sorts for months. Well, until the government had decided to honor the Avengers and it became a requirement for you to show up to the celebration gala.

“I’m going to be by your side all night,” Tony promised. 

He had a hand above your knee as you two sat close together in one of the limos taking the Avengers to the gala. You two were decked out in some of your best attire, which could usually lift your mood because of how extremely handsome Tony looked. But it was failing to tonight. Your palms were sweaty, you kept having to wipe them against your dress. Your heart was trying to not race and you were trying to keep your mind from spiraling out of control.

“Hey, look at me,” Tony gently directed. You let out a shaky breath as you did. He could see the fear in your eyes, while you could see the overwhelming love in his. “Natasha and Clint have done a sweep of the building. JARVIS, Maria, and I have checked over the guest list. Everything’s going to me alright.”

“I… I don’t know—“

“We don’t have to stay long. After they hand us that bloody paperweight, we’re out, okay? I have Happy on stand-by with the limo to take us wherever you want. Plus, I won’t leave your side.”

You swallowed. “Let’s get out of this car before I change my mind.”

Tony pecked your lips. “You got it.” 

Tony exited out the door on his side, the flashing lights of the paparazzi beginning. You took another shaky, deep breath as Tony ran around to your side to open the door. He held his hand out to you, firmly taking yours once it was placed. He pulled you from the car and guided you through the crowd of people. Yes, they were all behind barriers. But they were shouting your name, shouting questions. It wasn’t a secret that you hadn’t appeared on a mission, let alone outside the Tower, in months.

Tony paused you two a few times for pictures. Always keeping you tightly to his side. He’d press a kiss somewhere on your open skin and whisper about how good you were doing and how proud he was of you. You kept taking deep breaths and tried to focus solely on Tony. He noticed each breath, responded with a gentle squeeze or a kiss.

Finally, you arrived inside. It was a large area, very grand with a stage and set tables on the other end of it. With a dance floor in the middle and a bar on the side. You would have appreciated it all more if there weren’t so many people. The further you entered, the harder time you had not checking your surroundings. The itch to do so was driving you mad. The moment you turned your head to check over your shoulder, Tony turned it to face him.

“Your breathings picking up, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I need you to match mine.”

“I—I—I can’t… we need to go home,” you stammered, letting your fears get the best of you.

“Yes, you can. We’ve been working on this, we’ll be gone within the hour.”

“I…” Your head snapped towards the sound of a booming voice, causing you to almost jump out of your skin.

“Woah there.” Tony held onto you. “It’s just Thor telling the congress people a story. You’re okay.”

“I really don’t think I can do this, Tony.”

“What do you always say when I begin to panic?”

“That’s different. You—“

“No arguing. What do you tell me?”

“I tell you that you can get through it. That I will go through it will you.”

“And?”

“I tell you how proud I am of you and how much I love you.”

“And what do I tell you?”

“That I can do it. That you’re proud of how far I’ve come and how you’re going through it with me.”

“Exactly. The fact that you got out of the limo was a huge accomplishment. And that you’re standing in this building with people all around you is an even bigger one. Honey, you have made so much progress even just tonight. That makes me so very proud of you.”

“But I still don’t know how much longer I can do this for.”

“That’s fine. Completely fine. How about we see if a dance will help? We’ll be able to see the whole room together, keep an eye out. If that doesn’t work, then we’ll leave. Who cares about this dumb award anyway?”

“One dance… I’ll try one dance.”

Tony smiled as he pulled you onto the dance floor. He held you close as he twirled you around. The both of you checked your surroundings. You knew that nothing would happen with Tony with you, your brain just didn’t want to believe it. No matter what.

“Tony,” you rasped once the next song started. Your head was spiraling and your heart was still on the verge of racing. “I… I really think I need to go.”

“Okay, okay. We’ll send a message to the team in the car,” Tony responded. “Let’s go.”

He led you out, calling Happy on the way. You let out a breath of relief at the fact he was taking you the back way so that no one would make a fuss over it. Thankfully, Happy was already ready and waiting. He opened the door for the two of you. You sent him a grateful smile, which he reciprocated. The moment Happy shut the door, you leaned heavily into Tony. You hadn’t realized how much of your energy was being used to try and keep yourself calm.

“Just relax, baby,” Tony whispered, holding you close. “Nothing’s going to happen to you in here. I’ve got you.”

“Where to Boss?” Happy asked. 

Tony looked down at you. He smirked when he realized that you had passed out. “Home, Hap. Let’s go home.”

~~~

Tony carried you into the bedroom. Before the incident, he would have been able to change you out of your clothes without permission. But now he needed to ask you, he didn’t want to push you over the edge.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, gently shaking you. You groaned. “I need you to wake up, baby. You need to get changed so that we can go to bed.”

“M’kay,” you mumbled, eyes fluttering, failing to open.

“Just wait here, I’ll grab everything.”

All you could do was nod in response. Tony rushed around, changing himself before grabbing the things he needed for you. He told you every move he was going to make before he made it, not wanting to freak you out. Once you were all ready, he pulled you into bed with him. He pressed a kiss to your head and held you close, thinking that you were already asleep.

“Thank you, Tones,” you murmured, practically moving to lay yourself on top of him, “for always keeping me safe.”

“Of course, honey, of course.”

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[deviltoys]

i would love to fuck denki so hard he pisses himself. he would try to apologize but he wouldn't even be able to form a sentence with how much pleasure he's feeling.

— ‘𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗽𝗮𝗶!’

denki kaminari x top!male reader. (wc; 932)

#a/n: this is something i decided to wing, and write while in a super bad mood - so i apologise if it's absolute shit. i was in need of something to lighten the tension! always love a good watersports req ;)

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, senpai k., watersports, cock warming, voyeurism, hair pulling, creampie, denki being bound up, third-year denki, reader works for an agency, age gap (18-23.)

“are you sure this is actually part of my training, Y/N? this doesn't seem very necessary!”

kaminari couldn't help but squirm around while you worked your cock into his little ass inch by inch, savouring it like you had done for the tenth time that week.

you left that sly grin of yours on display for your two young kohai in the room to witness. kaminari seemed to be falling apart underneath you already, you had only just fully seated yourself inside of him, cock throbbing against those tender walls of his. he was already a panicking mess.

your sensei and U.A’s hero course teacher, shouta aizawa — had discussed a project that would involve the collaboration of you and your fellow heroes, taking and training; members of the third year class under your wing.

quickly, denki kaminari and minoru mineta had caught your eye. they weren't known for ‘slacking off’ per say, but aizawa insisted they got paired up with a more advanced senior like yourself. in response to this, you had wasted no time signing off on them in preparation for the long, grueling sessions you'd been tasked with giving.

kaminari was quite the eye candy for someone his age, though it was to be expected that a few kids in his class would be toned and handsome — denki was less muscle and more looks. it didn't help that you two had practically become attached at the hip over the past couple of days.

so when you saw the chance to corrupt that poor, innocent witt of his, you pounced at the opportunity to do so.

here was your underclassmen, wrapped around your cock like a blanket as a means of ‘training’ his mind and body connection. what a cakewalk it was to have him warm your shaft for you, so simple, so naive.

“hm? of course kami, would your senpai lie to you? i only want what's best for your future as a hero.” you breathe heavily into the shell of his ear, hooking your chin over his shoulder-- you press your fingers along his jaw, making it easy to guide his face to the mirror positioned at the foot of your bed. it was preferred by your teacher and his that, he have a more visual learning experience.

denki took a peak at your hand, which was twisting around his length — watching his tip leak hot, gooey pre-cum with just the touch of your fingers was so amusing. you were so skilled, you knew all the right ways to make his abdomen feel all warm inside whenever you two had these sessions together.

“minoru, come bind your friend's arms while i begin. just behind his back is fine, this isn't anything too serious.” you let a soft chuckle out from under your breath, beckoning the short male closer to your spot on the bed. mineta quickly obeyed, restricting kaminari’s wrists behind his backside like you had asked.

“l-like this.. sir?”

“precisely, just like that.. good boy mineta.” you could sense he was just as nervous around you as denki was, they both marvelled in the way you'd demonstrate how to be the perfect hero. that's what it appeared like to them at least, this charismatic, chiseled senior of theirs was being so eager to lend them a hand! just like a good hero would!

though the hero system was just as corrupt as you were. your hips seemed to begin rolling on their own, fucking so deep into denki that you could see his belly bulge in the mirror. mumbles of your name falling from his lips as he struggled to catch his breath with how harshly you'd plow into him.

“breathe kaminari, i know you can take this-- you've done it so well before. be good for me, will you?”

denki fumbled around your shaft so beautifully, his mind was mush in no time and his words were recited blabbering that didn't even sound human — he was struggling to let you know how badly the pressure in his blatter was becoming. his tummy bloating with how well you stuffed him mixed the his urine threatening to burst any second.

“senpai-! p-please, i need to pee!” his glossy yellow eyes screwed shut, brows furrowing in discomfort and pleasure as you alligned your palm under his cockhead just a moment too late.

he had pissed all over himself, your warm palm pumping around his quivering, wet dick.

he was beyond embaressed, his tongue tripping out the words to an apology admist all the overwhelming lust he was experiencing. but before he could even finish a sentence, his meek rambling was shut down in an instant, completely forgotten as his eyes blurred together.

your name felt like a mouthful at that point, the lewd expression plastered on those rosey lips told you everything you needed to know — swiftly you pumped your cum into the depths of his ass, not daring to stop as you watch his hole push out of mixture of semen and lube around your length.

mineta was in awe, observing his blonde haired friend convulse and tremble; trying to regain any sort of conscious thought while the waves of his high came crashing down. denki’s body goes numb as he melts into your chest, shuddering out a few incoherent sounds as you merely grin.

shifting your gaze to meet the tiny, purple male who was still holding his grip on denki’s forearms, wide eyed and all — you offered him a proposition.

“ah, minoru, it's your turn next is it not? go on, hop up onto your senpai’s lap will you?’

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

First of all, love your writing, perfect for some binge reading!

I was wondering if you could do a little fic about Harry noticing all the little anxiety tics that you have (bouncing a knee, picking at fingers, etc) and maybe one time where he like helps you stop doing them and calms you down or something? I would love anything you do with this request so go off I guess! 💕

well first of all i love YOU😚😚😚 thank you so much! hope you like it :)

restless legs

warnings: anxiety, mild panic

word count: 1.6k

Harry was very perceptive. He noticed little things about you that others didn't, like when he surprised you with a gift you had only glanced at in a store window when walking past. You had no idea how he managed to be so observant, but you definitely appreciated it. It was nice when he understood you were ready to go home before you even said anything, or how he could always tell when you had a bad day and needed comfort.

He could also tell when you were anxious, especially because you had a few tells he had noticed. Like now, when you were sitting across the table from him at his favorite restaurant. It was one of the first times the two of you had gone out in public together, since he wasn't big on the idea of everyone knowing he was dating someone and you weren't big on the idea of thousands of people knowing who you were. But tonight, Harry had asked if you would come out with him. It was your 6 month anniversary, and he said he would feel bad if he didn't do something special for you. So you agreed, not realizing how stressful it would actually be. Which led to tonight, when your leg was bouncing a hundred miles a minute and you had picked off nearly all your nail polish. You felt terrible for not being able to focus on Harry, but it was hard to pay attention to him when you could feel people looking at you. Harry knew how anxious public situations like this could make you, so he did everything he could to make it easier. He had requested to be seated in the back corner of the restaurant, and he had you sit with your back facing the room so you wouldn't have to see anyone else. He booked the reservation for a Tuesday night to avoid the weekend busyness, and he even arranged for the two of you to come in the back door so the paparazzi wouldn't spot you coming in. Despite all this, you were a nervous wreck, and he could tell.

"Are you okay, love? If it's too much we can go home," he offered, a concerned look on his face.

"No, I'm fine," you shook your head. You had made up your mind that you were not going to bail again. You had already done that in the middle of three other dates, and you felt terrible every time. He always reassured you that it was fine, but you were worried he would start to get annoyed. "I'm just... I'm hungry." Hopefully he would believe that your fidgeting was because of impatience, not anxiety.

"You don't have to lie," his face softened. "Are you sure? I promise I won't be upset if you want to go home."

By now you had picked all your nail polish off and moved on to pulling at your cuticles. Harry saw this and reached across the table to still your hands, smiling gently. "What do you think?"

"I want to stay," you said decisively. "I don't want to bail again."

"Don't just do it for me," he said, not letting go of your hands. "If you need-"

"I'm fine," you cut him off. "Thank you, but I'm okay."

"Okay," he smiled again, looking down at the menu. "So what sounds good?"

"Uh... i have no idea," you said, looking down at your own menu. "I'm just gonna order whatever you do."

"Sounds good," he laughed. "I was thinking the chicken cordon bleu crepes, they're excellent here," he said thoughtfully, scanning the paper in front of him.

"I have no idea what that is," you replied. "But I trust your taste, so I'll go with it."

Just then, the waiter came over to take your orders. Harry ordered for you, since he knew that was another thing that made you anxious. You squeezed his hand gently and thanked the waiter when he took your menus.

Once the waiter was gone, you looked up at Harry with a small smile. "Thank you for that, I know it's kind of silly that it stresses me out that much just to order food."

"It's not silly," he frowned. "If it's a big deal for you, it's a big deal for me. I want to do everything I can to make you comfortable." He trailed off at the end of his sentence, his eyes focusing on a point somewhere behind you.

You furrowed your brow in confusion. "What's-"

"Looks like they found us," he sighed. Your eyes went wide and you turned quickly to see what he was talking about. There was a huge group of people crowded outside the front door and windows, yelling and pushing each other and trying to take pictures through the glass. You turned back around quickly, heart rate spiking as you processed what you had seen.

"It's okay, honey, they can't get in," he assured you. "They probably can't even see us."

You both knew that was a lie, but you appreciated his effort to comfort you.

It wasn't enough, though.

"No, they can see us, otherwise why would they be going crazy?" you asked, your breathing becoming unsteady. "This is not good- Harry they're going to take pictures of us and-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he said, thankfully staying calm even though you were on the verge of panicking. "Why don't I go talk to the manager, they'll get everything sorted out-"

"No! Don't leave me here," you said quickly, your hand tightening around his.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "Let me just..." he waved his free hand at the waiter, gesturing him over. "Can i speak with someone about the situation outside?" He asked, politely but firmly.

"Yes, right away sir," the waiter nodded quickly.

"They'll take care of it," he soothed, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. "You're alright, it's going to be fine."

The manager walked over to your table, looking frustrated and apologetic. "I am so sorry for the mess outside, our security is working on it, and we will alert the authorities if needed," he said, wringing his hands. "Your meal is on the house tonight, of course, and please let me know if you need anything else."

"Oh, that's not necessary-" Harry started, but the other man interrupted.

"No, no, it's on us. This should not have happened, someone must have tipped them off that you were here. Again, my sincerest apologies. Is there anything you need?"

"No, we're alright, thank you," Harry smiled politely.

The man nodded before leaving the two of you alone again.

The crowd outside had finally begun to disperse, but you weren't feeling any calmer. Your heart was still racing, and it was difficult to draw a full breath. On top of that, everyone else in the room was staring at you now. Before it had just been glances here and there, but now all eyes were on you and Harry.

"I'm not feeling well," you said shakily. Your leg was bouncing enough to shake the table and he could feel your hand trembling in his. "I need-"

Harry could tell that you were staring to panic, so he took action quickly. He stood up, moving his chair around the table and setting it next to yours. He sat down and put his arm around you, breathing deeply and evenly to calm you down.

"You're alright," he said quietly, leaning in to kiss your temple. "Just breathe with me."

You tried your best to follow his instructions, your shaky breaths slowly beginning to match his measured ones.

"That's it, my good girl," he whispered against your skin. He could still feel your leg jumping up and down, so he placed his other hand over it, stilling it with a gentle pressure. "You're doing good, baby, just focus on me. Nobody else matters, we're the only ones here right now."

You nodded lightly, leaning against him for support. "Right, they don't matter," you repeated. "It's just us."

"Just us," he smiled gently. "That's right."

-----

Harry stayed next to you for the whole dinner, never moving his hand from your leg. When it was time to go he put his jacket around your shoulders and his arm around your waist, leading you out of the restaurant and into the car.

"I'm sorry for freaking out in there, i just got kind of scared and-"

"Baby, you don't ever have to feel bad about that," he said, pulling you closer to him. "I'm sorry it even happened, it shouldn't have."

"It's okay, I know i have to get used to it, it's just hard," you said quietly.

"I know it is," he sighed. "I wish you didn't have to deal with it at all. I can't have the crazies scaring you away from me," he laughed, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

"They won't scare me away, i like you way too much for that."

"That's good, because I like you even more."

You smiled, leaning your head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. "I love you," you said quietly.

"I love you too." He smoothed his hand over your hair and tightened his arm around you. He looked down, smiling when he noticed that for the first time in weeks, your legs were still.

[godwrecks]

𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗮

𝗪𝗵𝘆’𝗱 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗠𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵

tags; nsfw. f!reader. degradation. breeding. drugs. consensual manipulation. mirrors. fingering. blowjob. size difference. sir kink. manhandling.

word count: 1678

“Get out,” you spat in front of his face, hand already on the door, but the man just took another step inside.

“Don’t give me this, little girl,” he said with a sleazy smile, the white of his eyes turned red. High, of course he was.

“I don’t have the time to deal with this,” you smiled back forcibly, praying he’d give up. It was 3 in the morning and the last person you expected to ring your doorbell was Suna Rintaro. But perhaps that was a lie you had convinced yourself was true. Even if you didn’t want him this way, you couldn’t deny you had been daydreaming about him, about the last time he stopped by your house at unspeakable hours of the night.

With a careful inhale, he raised his hand to your face, his long and slender fingers dancing around your lips. He brushed your bottom lip slowly, watching your lips part instinctively. “I would’ve never guessed you didn’t have the time based on past occurrences,” he smirked, and in that moment his face looked more punchable than ever before.

His smile only widened at your hesitation to respond, and you winced at the stench of weed oozing from him. He took a look around your apartment - the dimmed blue lights, the soft alternative rock still playing from the speaker - before looking back at you, his eyebrows furrowed in amusement.

“You weren’t touching yourself, were you?” Your nostrils flared up with indignation, and before you knew it you were slapping his hand away from your mouth.

“Out, Rin. Out,” you threatened him for the last time, your cheeks reddening as anger rose through you.

His hand wrapped around your wrist before pressing your palms flat against the other, the size disparity so big that your hand almost disappeared by his. “You know I could make you feel so much better,” he leaned down to whisper, glancing at your joint hands. It was hard to make a decision with his eyes on you, his hand so cold against your skin.

You were almost sure he could hear the quickening of your heart beat, but before you were able to reply, his lips crashed against yours, taking over you just like another drug. He wasted no time in slamming the door shut, proceeding to wrap his hands beneath your thighs and picking you up. With another whine against his mouth, you sucked his tongue so sloppily that you felt spit dribbling past your lips.

You broke away in confusion when you felt him lowering you down onto the floor, back against the couch’s side. He only laughed, spreading your legs open and settling between them. “Look at yourself, baby,” he gripped your chin and gazed down at your body, commanding you to do the same. “Wearing such a slutty little night gown, even when it’s so cold in here. But you looked so disheveled when you opened up that door, were you thinking about me?” His breath was hot against your aching skin, his fingers trailing to your panties. “No wonder you were so hot and sweaty, all worked up for me. And the best of all? This wet cunt of yours,” he smiled like a madman and you shriveled up, trying to make yourself smaller under his gaze as his thumb played with your swollen clit.

“I was just…” you breathed with a tremble; scrambling for an excuse was so hard when his fingers inched closer to your clenching hole.

Eyebrows raised, he paid you another small look before unbuckling his pants. “You were?”

Your mouth fell open in need at the sight of his hardened cock, brain swarmed with nothing but the urge of taking him inside your mouth, and in that moment, you gave in to him. Crawling to the man with needy eyes, you set your hand on his thigh, looking up for permission.

“So quiet right now considering the little fight you just put up. Do better for me, angel,” his words burnt straight through you as he fisted up your hair harshly, forcing you to look up.

“I need your cock,” you whispered almost inaudibly, gawking at the precum leaking from his tip. The yank on your hair quickly returned your eyes to his unwavering ones.

“Try being nicer, slut.”

It was nearly impossible to not cry out when his hand slapped your cheek, but your nails digged into his skin in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. “Please fill my mouth with your cock, sir,” when the plea finally seemed to please him, he eased his grip on your hair, guiding you down.

Your hand wrapped around his shaft while you gathered spit on your tongue and let it drip down to his cock, mixing in with the creamy cum that had already pooled up. You looked up at Suna as you pumped your fist at a steady pace. His gray eyes were narrowed on you, mouth parted ever so slightly with small gasps. However, his face softened further when your tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, sucking eagerly on his length.

“Doing so good for me, pretty baby,” he let out with a shaky breath, his cock twitching violently in response to your heat. Without another word, you held your breath and slid down on his cock, taking him in all the way until hitting the back of your throat. You felt him throb within your mouth, trying hard to keep him there until he began thrusting even deeper, sending you into a panicked frenzy with widened eyes. He simply indulged in the sight.

“Hold there a little bit for me, baby, yeah?” Rin moaned breathlessly, tensing up above you as he felt his orgasm spread through every inch of his body. With teary eyes, you begged for a breath, choking on his cock when he began sending shots of load directly into your throat, one after another. When he finally pulled away, he only scoffed at your pathetic coughing fit. Some of the cum cascaded past your mouth without the chance to let you swallow it all, which didn’t abode very well with him.

Lowering down to your level, his eyes were steel as they locked up on yours. He pushed up each drop of cum on your face into your mouth, forcing you to suck it from his fingers until he was satisfied.

Finally building the courage to look at his face, you found him smiling sweetly at you. “So have you learned yet?” Helplessly, your head cocked to the side. “Learned what?”

He straightened up at your response, disgust masking his features. He didn’t speak when he hooked his arm behind you and laid you down on his lap, facing the large mirror sitting in your living room.

“Rin-” you swallowed, looking back at him, ready to stop him. Yet always faster and stronger than you, he held your chin in place while his other hand slipped under the silky gown.

“What do you see?” The question felt suffocating - your chest rose with heavier breaths as he cupped one of your breasts, softly playing with the aching nipple.

“I-” you looked at him through the mirror, nearly imploring for mercy as his hand broke away from your face and pushed aside your panties. Using his fingers to spread you apart, he exposed just how much of a mess you had become - a mess he was the cause of.

“When I do this,�� he clicked his tongue, pushing two digits inside you while he used his free hand to press against your bladder, “What do you think?”

Your thighs trembled, both from fear and the merciless plunging of his fingers. Each second without a reply, he seemed to increase the pace, scraping against the spot he had exploited all too well before. “You’re playing with me.”

He grinned when you whimpered in response, leaning back against the couch’s side. “When will you learn, baby?” His tongue was hot in the path it trailed on your bare shoulder, his breath even more tantalizing against the wet skin. “You’re my little fuck toy, my pretty doll to use,” Rin began flicking your swollen bud, unsurprised when your incoming high had you holding onto him for dear life. “No matter how fucking high I come here, you will always end up like this.”

“That’s not- that’s not true,” you moaned out as he pinched your clit with a bored look, bringing up his fingers to your mouth. He inspected the slick coating them before licking them, maintaining his eyes on you as he had always done.

You squealed out in surprise when his cock thrusted into you, almost coming undone from how full he always managed to stuff you. He gripped the nape of your neck and straightened your back, making it easier for you to bounce on his girth. “It is true, and you know it,” he growled by your ear, raising shivers up your spine with the simple statement.

“Only I can turn you into this stupid little doll, angel,” he smiled sickeningly as you shied away from the shaming view in the mirror. “You think I don’t know what gets you off? What spots to abuse? Don’t be so naive.” Your vision almost blacked out with the dizzying rush, and before you could warn Rin, you were cumming all over his cock, which was visibly coated with your cream each time he pulled away to ram back into you. Everything about it was obscene: the way he could belittle you with just a position; the lewdness of your face as you reached your high over and over; the way you didn’t dare stop him as he bred you full of his seed and watched it drip down your thighs as if you were nothing but an object.

Without ever pulling away from the heat of your walls, he kissed you harshly, swollen lips colliding and leaving a mess. “I could never leave you and this sweet cunt of yours, so don’t make me repeat this lesson.”

might make an angsty/fluffy pt. 2 that deals more with the actual drugs and their relationship. maybe? hope you enjoyed!

[dreamrecorder]

Three - Family in the Inn

Zhongli witnesses the love Xiao deserves.

Two

A bit heavy at the end- i teared up at some point ksks ill add the cut thingy when get my laptop

Starting from the earliest memory your mind can remember, you've already heard stories of the god that ruled over your home land. From your mother, your father, from the merchants and adventurers resting within the inn. You often heard how the Geo Archon would always fly above the lands, overseeing the safety of Liyue- in the form of a great and majestic serpentine dragon. To protect the land, the Archon will not hesitate to strike down his foes with his spears made of stone! Spears that were huge as mountains and can shake the very core of the earth! A fierce god he is, but to his people, the Archon is just and kind. For he has guided Liyue for a thousand years even before Liyue was founded.

Those stories always left you in awe, your mind conjuring up imaginations of a mighty dragon soaring up high in the sky!

~

"Bai, I can't sleep…" You whined loudly to your black cat with gold eyes and a white diamond spot on its forehead. But alas, the cat can't understand you, simply giving you a somewhat dismissive meow. You puted at its direction. It was always like this if your brother wasn't able to tuck you to bed. Without his voice lulling you to sleep, right now you're vibrating energy.

"I wanna play…" You mumbled but then an idea popped up. With some effort, you hopped off your bed and went to the door. A bit of a struggle because of your height, but you manage to reach the doorknob and get out of your bedroom to the lobby. Bai was following close by.

With quiet footsteps, you went to the balcony and called in a whisper of excited glee-

"Thousand Winds?"

Just by those two words alone, the breeze picked up and your ears were then filled by the joyful voices of the wind. To emphasize that happiness, you were carefully lifted up from the ground and twirled you a bit, leaving you in a fit of giggles.

When the wind calmed down, they asked, The Little Wind calls! What is it do you want little kin?

"I wanna play!"

And play they did without a care for the world. Usually these wind spirits were careful when their brother Demon Wind is around- but with him gone for now, these spirits have different ideas. Little Wind do you want to fly like us?

You didn't even miss a second to say yes. After all, you've always dreamed of flying! Just like the stories you heard about your Archon flying up high in the sky!

!!!

"If I can fly, I might get to see Rex Lapis! Please please pleaaaase Thousand Winds, I wanna fly!"

The wind spirits cheered in delight, their whispers growing louder by the second. The breeze grew stronger and stronger around you and soon enough you were lifted off the ground as anemogranas surrounded you. You'll get to fly! How exciting!

At that age, you were unaware of the dangers that lie ahead- all too buried in that naivety and innocence that children possess. 

Rather than flying- it was more like gliding. Of course the wind spirits had some sense not to put you in harm's way! Flying requires some force to make you go higher- as for gliding, a gentle breeze simply does the trick.

It was a slow descent and you were amazed all throughout! You could see the entire Dihua Marsh along the ruins that littered around! You were amazed how the stars and the moon seemed brighter and closer now that you're up in the sky! The feeling of the rushing wind on your skin! It was cold but you didn't care! 

Every now and then, the spirits would suddenly nudge you up higher, rewarding them with your joyous scream and laughter. 

You landed softly at the concrete ground, near a statue. Curious, you noted that the statue was of a man sitting on a throne. This was the first time you've seen this statue but you could feel something from it. Geo? And the statue's hooded eyes, you felt like you were being watched through them.

This, Little Wind, is the statue of the Geo Archon.

The wind whispered with respect but you- you were puzzled.

"I thought the Geo Archon is a dragon? Can he turn into a human, like me?"

You could hear the wind laugh gently, the breeze ruffling your hair. Suddenly, the wind sounded older, wiser. A story for another time, little one. It's about time you went back home.

Again you whined, but the spirits promised you flight and that's all what you needed to be convinced. The spirits and the anemogranas alike were about to lift you- but a voice stopped your tracks.

"Yo kid! You seem lost!" The voice was heavy and gruff.

You turned around to the voice's direction and you were greeted by a burly man who wore a staw hat and some kind of black cloth wrapped around his neck.

"I'm not lost, sir." You replied politely, slowly taking a step back. You noticed how the air stilled. Tense. But of course, the man is not convinced. Seeing how he kept walking to you, you were starting to become scared, but you remembered the words from your brother, Always keep calm-

"Are ya sure, kid? We're kinda in the middle of nowhere. No houses and all that. How 'bout I help you get home?" The man offered cheerily. The forced kind with another sure step towards you. But that was what doomed him, the winds were quick to blow him away and you were surprised!

It wasn't a big distance, and the man was quick to recover. Instead of a cheery smile on his face, it was of anger and that was when you became really scared. "You!" He barked as he walked to you again with equally angry steps. "You're coming with me brat!"

If you find yourself in danger- don't hesitate to call my na-

"That's enough." A man's voice spoke- clear and commanding. The man stood next to you as he landed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. It was brief moment, but he also made sure to give you a quick gentle smile your way. You… you trusted this man with amber eyes.

"Who the hell are you?! I've got no business with you!"

"And you also have no business with this child for I am her guardian." The man replied smoothly as he simply stood his ground with you, despite the other now seemingly ready for a fight. Feeling the anger, you tightly clung onto the newcomer's coat and hid behind him. On his back, you were met by a Geo Vision.

"Like I'd believe you! Just swooping in and play hero huh rich guy!"

The Geo user sighed, and the next thing you knew, the man summoned a spear out of thin air! "I have no intentions of fighting you. But I promise you- You will suffer the wrath of the rock should you choose to continue this behavior."

His voice was light, but you noticed the silent message under his tone. The would-be kidnapper shivered at the amber gaze and decided, that it was wise to back off- Not without leaving a few curses that is. 

"He's gone now." The man spoke gently as hebturned around to look at you. Oh how his heart softened, seeing your frightened look and teary eyes.

"You're safe, I promise you. My name is Zhongli." 

Zhongli? You heard this name somehwere, but you couldn't pin point where or when… still a bit shaken up from whay happened. Remember, Little Wind. Zhongli was mentioned in passing a few times by your brother. Perhaps this is the very same Zhongli your brother speak of…

"Umm…" Your voice squeaked, "Do you.. do you know my brother?"

At that question, Zhongli confirmed that you are the rumored little sibling of Xiao. It would have been delightful to meet you on different circumstances, but he was glad nonetheless to save you from the previous situation.

"May I know the name of your brother, little miss/sir?"

"His name is Xiao." You replied and Zhongli noticed a bit of happiness in your voice.

"I do know you brother, quite the stern one, too. And he will be stern with you if he learns what happened here and you going out during the night. Does he know that you're out right now?"

With that question, you finally realized the gravity of the situation. You left during the dead of the night- without permission whatsoever! Oh no, I'm in big trouble… What if you made them worry? You were so far away from home! All these thoughts made you start tearing up again and Zhongli was quick to notice. He was about to speak up and console the little one when a gush of air stopped him. And that very same gush of air made you tear up some more and clutched on Zhongli's coat.

"Name, where have you been?" Xiao's voice was calm- but he's not the perfect brother nor human. There was something in his tone that suggested he was clearly not pleased about the situation. You could feel his gaze boring onto your back.

With a bit of coaxing from Zhongli, you faced you brother. "I-I'm s-sorry, gēgē…" Your voice cracked as tears started to blur your eyes. But your brother was not yet done.

"Name, do you have any idea how worried our mother was when she found out you were out of bed and could not find you anywhere in the inn?"

The thought of your mother searching all over you made you tears form more. "I- I do."

"Do you really?" 

It was a sharp question without even missing a bit, and that was the starting point for you and for him. Even Xiao winced at his own words, he swore he'll have to make it up to you later- but for now you had to understand. He remembered the panicked face your mother wore with tears threatening to fall. He remembered her panicked voice when she called for him. He remembered the worry he felt and the dip in his stomach when she said you were missing.

"I-I'm so sorry, gēgē. I-I was just p-playing. I d-didn't want you and mama t-to worry…" You couldn't meet his eyes.

Worry?

"Just. Playing? Name, you left home in the middle of the night- when dangers are high- just to play! Name, you could have gotten hurt! We were not just worried, Name- we were scared that something might have happened to you!" 

Every word he spoke- his voice rose higher- not being able to contain the pits of his negative thoughts. Every word- it was like a stab to his heart. But he had to be firm.

"I will ask you again, Name. Do you really understand what you did and their consequences?"

And thay was the breaking point and the night was filled by you whimpers, your wales, and your aplogies. Your shoulders began to shake and tears flowed freely and lungs struggling for breath. "I-I'm sorry, gēgē- I-I shouldn't h-have left h-home! Pleas-se d-dont stay m-mad at me… I p-promise i-it-t won't happen aga-ain- I-I'm s-sorry p-please don't h-hat-te m-me.

You kept going with your rambles and your tears. And for every whimper you released, Xiao was close to breaking too. The brother lost count many times you've repeated your mantras- but he decided- I can't do this anymore. Not with you crying breathless. He'll talk to you about this when everything's calm- his emotions and yours.

With swift steps and sure movements, Xiao pulled you into a hug and your cries grew louder. "Just don't do that ever again, okay.." He said gently but voice cracking, leaving a kiss on your forehead as you nodded readily. Once your cries have calmed down, Xiao carried you to his arms followed hy him wiping away your tears.

"Name."

"Y-yes?"

Your eyes met, and the anger was no longer there, but instead worry and love.

"I love you."

You could feel his genuinity. The words brought a smile to your face, albeit small. "I love you, too, gēgē."

Xiao smiled and left another kiss on your nose. "Sleep now. You had a long night and way past your bed time."

You didn't even protest, you were out like a light bulb as you comfortably laid you head on his shoulder and closed your eyes- not missing the golden dragon floating behind the man who saved you.

~

The walk home was silent. A teleport would be quicker, but Xiao didn't want to disturb your sleep. It was an awkward walk to say the least. Him carrying his sibling, along with the last of his tears stinging his red eyes, all while his master accompanied them home.

But Zhongli- Zhongli was amused. Amused with the blooming dynamic siblinghood between you and Xiao. But he decided to hold his tongue. He knew Xiao was still wrapping his head around what had transpired. Still he does leave a praise to reassure Xiao that everything will be fine.

"You're the best brother your little sibling could ever ask for, Xiao. Remember that."

A/N: Welp ksks lots of loose ends if you squint ksks- like example the tone of the wind spirits, the cat and such

Taglist: @hanniejji @suckerforgenshinboys @arson-frog-art @anime-read-write-repeat @kryzi @riiasekai @sweetstrawberrybabe

[fanficshiddles]

Fantasy Is Better Than Reality, One Shot

An idea popped to mind... My fingers then slipped and ended up writing this. Ooops...

Summary: Tom is craving a little, so when he sees you, an adoring fan, he just can’t help himself and has to have you as his own. 

WARNINGS: Rape/Non-con, forced orgasms, forced DD/lg, forced shaving, kidnapping. 

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Tom had been longing for something for a long time now.

But finding it was easier said than done.

He was a natural Dom, a Daddy Dom to be precise. But there was just one little problem, he didn’t have a little to call his own. And he desperately wanted one. Someone to spoil, protect and care for. And of course, to pleasure.

Trying to push the thoughts out of his mind, he decided to go for a stroll in the local park. While he was enjoying the fresh air and sun on his face, someone caught his eye from the side.

You were stunned at seeing your favourite actor in the park, you had the biggest crush on him, and was swithering about whether to go up to him or not. But when he looked over and saw you looking at him, he saw the way you stopped dead in your tracks.

He smiled softly at you, making your eyes widen but you smiled back at him. Then you decided to be brave and you continued towards him, getting more and more nervous with every step. He waited until you were near him, he was still smiling.

‘Hi… Mr Hiddleston… Sir… I’m so sorry to be bothering you. I just, I just wanted to say hi and that I’m a big fan.’ You blurted out, unable to contain yourself from shaking in a mixture of nerves and pure excitement at being in his mere presence.

He reached out and gently rubbed your upper arm, smiling warmly. ‘You’re not bothering me at all, darling. That’s very kind of you, it’s nice to meet you, please just call me Tom. What’s your name?’

You told him your name and he then took your hand and surprised you by kissing the back of it, making you even more flustered than you had been at the start.

Tom found you absolutely adorable. He wanted to just pick you up and put you in his pocket… A thought suddenly struck him. A rather naughty and dark thought.

‘Would you like to join me on my walk?’ He offered, his eyes like puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t resist, not that you’d say no anyway to Tom Hiddleston!

The two of you walked together through the park, he was really easy to talk to. He asked about you and your life, getting information about you. Before you knew it, you were walking down a quiet residential street with some really nice houses.

Tom stopped just outside one. ‘This is my place. Would you like to come in for tea? Coffee?’ He offered.

You were really surprised at his offer. And of course you wanted to say yes, but looking at your watch you didn’t want to be late home as you had work in the morning.

‘I would love to, but I have work in the morning and need to get sorted.’ You said sadly.

‘Just a quick one? As a thanks from me, to you, for all your support.’ He smiled charmingly and put his hand to your lower back, guiding you up his path.

‘Ok, I can probably manage another ten minutes.’ You giggled.

‘Excellent.’ Tom said in delight.

He unlocked the door and ushered you inside. You were so delighted to be in his home you never noticed him locking the door and hiding the key above the door, well out of your reach. He had you sit in the living room and make yourself comfy, while he went to make you both a cuppa.

When he returned promptly with some tea for you both, he sat down next to you and made some more pleasant conversation. Whilst you wanted to spend more time with him, you had work at the back of your mind so had to finish your tea rather swiftly.

‘Do you want another cup, darling?’ He asked when he noticed you were just finished.

‘No, thank you. I really should go. As much as I’d love to stay longer… Thank you so much, this has been amazing. Maybe we could meet again sometime?’ You asked, hopeful.

A weird, dark sort of look crossed Tom’s face as he put his cup down on the coffee table. ‘No, we can’t, sweetheart. Because you see, you’re not going anywhere now.’

You laughed a little nervously. ‘Uhm, what do you mean?’

‘You’re not leaving here, baby girl. You’re going to stay right where you are and be my good little girl.’ He hummed low, making something stir within you but also terrifying you too.

Standing up, you started backing away a little. ‘Ok… I don’t know if you’re just pranking me, acting… But uhm, I really do need to go, I’m sorry.’

He just looked at you as you rushed out of the room to the front door. But your stomach dropped when you found it was locked, and there was no sign of the key. Panic started to rise within you as you tried the door frantically, even though you knew it was useless since it was locked.

Tom made his way through, slowly but deliberately. ‘I told you, you’re staying here. You’re mine now... So do as Daddy says and come sit down again, let’s talk.’

You looked at Tom like he had two heads. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in. Your fight or flight instincts kicked in and you made a run past him to head for the back door. But Tom reached out and managed to capture you easily in his long arms.

‘Easy, shhh, shhh.’ He cooed as you screamed and cried in a blind panic, while trying to get out of his hold. But he was far too strong.

‘Calm down, baby. It’s alright, Daddy’s got you. There’s no need to be scared, I’m going to look after you.’ Tom said as he put a hand to the back of your head to keep you against him.

After you stopped panicking quite so badly, Tom was able to start walking towards the stairs with you. ‘Perhaps a nice bath will be a better idea, help calm you down.’

He began running the bath once you were both in the bathroom. You tried to make a move for the door, but he grabbed your wrist and stopped you in time. Then he positioned himself between you and the door. ‘Don’t be naughty. Come now, get yourself undressed so we can get you all cleaned and relaxed.’

Tom started rolling his sleeves up his forearms as he looked at you expectantly.

You backed up, wide eyed. But Tom stood up straight and looked at you with the most terrifying look. ‘I’ll bend you over my knee right here, right now, and redden your bottom if you don’t do as you’re told. Do you want that?’ He asked firmly.

‘N… No.’ You stuttered, your mouth going dry.

‘Daddy won’t ask you again. Take off your clothes.’ He demanded.

Shaking in fear, you knew you had no option. Not knowing what he might do, you did as you were told and started removing your clothes. Your hands were shaking so badly, it took longer than it should have. But Tom was a patient man, he knew you were nervous so was lenient with how long it took.

When you removed your knickers and stepped out of them, Tom looked you up and down, eating you in with his eyes. But then a disapproving look crossed his features.

‘Hmm, no this won’t do at all.’ He tsked and shook his head.

‘What?’ You gasped out.

He went to the cupboard under the sink and pulled out some shaving foam and a razor. ‘Can’t have my baby girl being all hairy down there. You’ll need to let Daddy get you tidied up.’

You were almost physically sick. You tried to cover yourself and back away, but there was nowhere to back away to. You were trapped with him in the bathroom.

‘Come on, let’s get you bathed first.’ He swooped in on you and with a little struggle, he was able to get you into the warm bath.

The water did soothe you slightly, but you soon started struggling against him again. But with another warning of a spanking, you stopped fighting against him and just sat still in the water.

Tom was utterly delighted at having a little now. He took great pleasure in washing your hair for you, then washing your body too. He noted how your nipples hardened when he washed your breasts and down between your legs. Making you far too flustered than you wanted to be.

Then was the dreaded shaving. Letting a man you barely knew shave around your private parts with a sharp razor was the pique of trust. But you didn’t trust him, at all. And you weren’t letting him do it willingly. You were just submitting, knowing the punishment if you didn’t let him would be worse.

‘There we go, all clean and tidy. Ready for Daddy.’ He hummed and then began drying you off when he helped you out of the tub.

You were still shaking, in fear. He spoke gently to you, just speaking about random nothings to you. To soothe you with his voice. If you had been there willingly, it certainly would’ve worked. He had the loveliest voice. But you didn’t want to be there, not really. So it wasn’t helping much.

‘I’m going to take care of you, little one. You will want for nothing with me.’ He hummed and kissed your shoulder softly as he dried you from behind.

You closed your eyes and tried to imagine you were elsewhere. That this wasn’t really happening, perhaps it was a dream. Or you’d read one too many fan fictions of Tom and were lost in the idea of one. Yeah, that was it, surely.

But reality hit hard when you opened your eyes to see Tom smiling down at you. He cupped your face and brushed his thumbs up against your cheeks, wiping away the tears that spilled down your face.

‘Ohhh, little one. I promise, there’s nothing to fear. I’m not going to hurt you.’ He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Then he slid his hands down your arms and linked his hands with yours.

‘Come on, let me show you how much fun we are going to have together.’ He purred, his tone filled with promise.

But that made you more scared as he led you out of the bathroom and through to his bedroom. You swallowed hard as he took you to his bed and had you lie down. You kept your legs closed together tightly as he climbed over the top of you, smiling widely at you.

He let himself rest on top of you, gently caressing your cheek before pressing a kiss upon your lips. You lay still and let him do it, not knowing what to do for the best. You found yourself getting lost in the kiss for a moment, as his tongue slipping into your mouth started to work wonders.

But you remembered yourself again as he started kissing his way down your body. You didn’t want this, not like this. Sure, you’d dreamed and fantasised about sleeping with Tom Hiddleston. But not unwillingly, not as his prisoner.

‘Please… don’t do this.’ You squeaked out quietly as he was down giving your breasts and nipples plenty of attention.

He ignored you, just focusing on swirling one of your hardened nubs around his tongue. Gently stroking the other one with his fingers so it wasn’t neglected. Sending sparks of pleasure down your body.

‘Mmm, such a good girl for Daddy.’ Tom hummed and made his way down further. But your legs were still tightly closed and you were very reluctant to part them. ‘Come on, baby girl. Keep being my good girl, open your legs for me. Let me taste you.’ He growled deeply.

When you didn’t move, he reached as far to the inside of your inner thigh as he could and pinched you hard. You yelped and your legs flew open. Tom then quickly settled between them and he draped your legs up over his shoulders.

‘Consequences and rewards, baby girl.’ He said before turning his attention to your now bare cunt. When you felt his warm breath against you, that was enough to catch your breath. Feeling even more sensitive down there than ever before, you were anticipating him before he even touched you.

When he finally pressed a kiss just at the top of your mound, you whimpered. You closed your eyes and bit your lip, not believing you’d just made a noise like that.

Tom chuckled and kept pressing light kisses over your lips. Then he stuck his tongue out and started licking through your folds, exploring and taking his time. The feeling was incredible, you were hyper sensitive to every movement. His stubble scratched against you, a both thrilling yet weird sensation.

He made long licks right up you, running over your clit at the end of each lick. Making your body start to react as you arched upwards into him more, small whimpers kept unwillingly escaping your lips. Tom grinned as he kept licking you, focusing more and more on your clit, for longer. He swirled around it with the tip of his tongue for a while, then would lick flatly over you every now and then.

By the time he made you cum, you had completely soaked his lips and chin. Your whole body was buzzing and alive, sensitive all over. Your thighs were clamped tight around his head and you couldn’t stop trembling in pleasure.

Tom smacked his lips together and growled as he crawled back up over you. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand and kissed you passionately, making you taste yourself on him. You kept your hands firmly at your side, not wanting to do anything to coax him on more. Not that he needed more coaxing.

He was settled between your legs and you could feel his large bulge in his trousers pressing against you. He started grinding against you, then when he couldn’t wait any longer, he reached down and started to free himself.

‘You’re my good baby girl. Now it’s time for Daddy to claim you, to take what’s rightfully mine.’ He kissed and sucked along your neck, distracting you until you felt the heavy weight of his cock resting against your cunt.

You gulped and tried looking down, but he caught your chin and forced you to keep looking into his eyes.

‘Don’t look, baby girl. I know you’re nervous, but no need to be. Daddy will take good care of you, just relax and enjoy.’ He said softly and kissed you again, distracting you as he then pushed his cock into your warmth.

He growled into your mouth hotly as he felt your walls clenching around him hard. He pushed through into you, making your body mould to him and accept him. It took your breath away, being so filled. Your mind completely shut down as he bottomed out inside you, he felt so deep.

‘That’s it, good girl.’ He praised and took hold of your hands that were flailing around beside you, he pressed them down above your head and kept them there in his large hands. As a precaution too that you weren’t going anywhere. Not that you could anyway, since he was on top of you and now in you too.

Tom started moving his hips, slowly at first. But he was fucking you deep and with purpose. Making your toes curl, even though you didn’t particularly want to be there.

‘Ohhh yes. You feel so good, baby girl. So good around Daddy’s big cock.’ He moaned and nipped your shoulder.

Your walls fluttered around him as you had another orgasm, he felt so cocky that he made you cum on his cock. He grinned against your skin and rammed his hips against you, chasing his own release now.

He looked like a god as he moved above you, his face contorted in pure pleasure. You almost forgot you were there against your will… almost.

You pleaded him not to cum inside you when you felt him throbbing, his thrusts faltering.

‘Daddy always cums inside his baby girl.’ Tom groaned through gritted teeth as he exploded inside of you. You felt his warm cum spilling into you, making you cry at the realisation again of what had just happened.

Panting, Tom reluctantly pulled out of you and he smoothed your hair back from your face as he lay down on top of you, but he was careful not to crush you entirely with his weight.

‘Shh, shh. No need to cry, little one.’ He said softly and wiped your tears again.

‘Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone, just… I just want to go home.’ You pleaded, looking at him through teary eyes.

‘No, baby. No. You are home now. You’re right where you need to be, with Daddy.’ He forced another kiss on your lips and then rolled you both over onto your sides, but you were then trapped in his arms. ‘Now, what do you say for getting all those orgasms, hmm?’

You frowned, confused. ‘Wh… what? Please, just let me go.’ You tried again.

But you yelped when he suddenly spanked your ass hard with his large hand, bringing fresh tears to your eyes at the pain.

‘Try again, little one.’ He growled.

So many thoughts flitted through your mind at first. But to save your stinging ass from getting worse, you had a feeling you knew what to say.

‘Th… Thank… Thank you.’ You whispered.

‘Thank you, what?’ He asked firmly, raising an eyebrow at you.

You swallowed hard, your stomach dropping. You didn’t want to say it. But you had to.

‘Thank you… Daddy.’

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Medieval AU

Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother's council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N's heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage.

'A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know...'

Bold italics are flashbacks.

Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only

Part warnings: talk of arranged marriage

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<Part 1 <

Part 2

"The Princess is missing! The Princess is missing! Alert the King and Queen! Assemble the Knights."

The door to your chambers burst open before multiple sets of feet raced into the room.

"Princess!" Lady Wanda cried out as she and Lady Natasha ran up to your bed, "Princess!" Your ladies-in-waiting grabbed your bedcovers and drew them back off you, uncovering your head and causing you to groan from the sudden brightness, "Princess Morgana is-"

"In her bed." Lady Natasha sighed. "I'll tell the guards to stop panicking." Natasha picked up her skirts and quickly left your chambers.

You groaned again, opening one of your eyes. "What's going on?"

Wanda tutted, "The castle is in chaos thinking that Little Princess here, is missing." She smiled down at the sleeping four-year-old that was beside you. "Why is she in here again, Your Highness?"

You let out a soft sigh as you carefully slipped out of your bed, accepting your robe from Wanda. "Not sure. But it's every night this week." You looked towards her, sitting down in one of the armchairs that sit in your chambers. "Is breakfast on the way up, I am starved." You rubbed your hand over your tummy as it growled.

"Oh, His Majesty has asked for you to join him and the Queen, along with the Little Princess and Sir Peter."

You nodded, "Very well. I'll bathe first, if I may?" Wanda nodded. You smiled and stood from the chair. You glanced at Morgana. "I'll take Morgana back to her chambers."

"Your Highness, are you sure? Natasha will be back shortly."

You shook your head as you approached your bed. "I'm sure, Wanda. I wouldn't wish the wrath of the sleepy Princess on anyone." You teased before gently shaking Morgana awake. "Rise and shine, Little Princess."

After successfully taking Morgana back to her chambers and to her nanny, you returned back to your own chambers to bathe and dress for the day before joining the King and Queen for breakfast.

"Goodmorning," You greeted everyone as you walked into the great hall.

"Goodmorning, Y/N. Sleep well?" Pepper gave a pointed look towards her daughter making you chuckle.

You sat in between your brother and Peter. "I did. I hope neither of you was worried by our Little Princess' escape?"

Tony let out a heavy sigh as he placed some fruit onto his plate. "Not after the third night of her doing so." He grumbled.

Peter chuckled softly, "At least you won't have that trouble tonight."

Morgana's head shot up from her own fruit. "Why not?" She asked with a small pout. Her head barely visible over the table due to her size.

"Y/N and Peter won't be here, Sweetpea. Remember?" Pepper smiled.

Morgana frowned, "Where are they you going, mother?"

"We're going to Brook, remember? To visit King Steven." You smiled as you buttered your bread.

"Oh," Morgana's brow furrowed as she thought.

"So, dear brother, why the sudden need to have breakfast with all of us?" You asked as you looked up.

"Can I not just want to eat with my family before two of you go off for weeks?" He scoffed dramatically as he picked up a blueberry and popped it into his mouth.

You stared at him in silence, not believing a word he was saying.

Pepper rolled her eyes at her husband's poor attempt of vaguing innocence. "Anthony, you know you can not lie to her," She smirked knowingly making you grin.

Tony scoffed, "Thank you for reminding me, Pep." Tony rolled his eyes, only a little irritated by his wife.

"You are most welcome, my love." Pepper gave both you and Peter a wink as you shared a laugh.

Tony glared playfully at her before he turned his attention back to you. "The purpose of breakfast this morning was so we could discuss your upcoming birthday."

"My birthday?" Your brows knitted together in confusion. "But there is another six months before it."

Tony nodded, "Yes, there is. But, there's the matter of finding you a husband before." He frowned whilst playing with his breakfast. "I'm sorry, Y/N," He whispered.

Silence settled over the table as everyone waited for your reaction, knowing how you felt about the subject of an arranged marriage for your 21st birthday.

"Oh," Your bottom lip pouted as you sat back in your chair. "Have you already chosen? Or are the council still debating who will be the better man to 'beat the respect' into me?" Your pout suddenly turned into a glare.

"Y/N, please," Pepper scolded lightly. "I understand your feelings about this subject but do be careful with your words." She looked down to Morgana with a worried look.

"My apologies."

Tony sighed and placed his hand over the top of yours that was on top of the table. "Please believe me when I say I will not allow them to have any say in this." He reassured you with a squeeze of his hand, "And I most certainly will not allow anyone, to hurt you."

"Me neither," Peter whispered as he leaned into you. "And I'm sure you'll be able to give any bastard a run for his money." He teased making you grin.

"Peter," Pepper scolded, putting a smile on your face.

Although Pepper wasn't a mother to either of you or Peter, she was very motherly towards the two of you. She cared for and loved you as if you were her own children.

"Take a look at this," Tony handed you a piece of parchment.

You looked down at the piece of parchment with multiple names written on. "What is it?"

"A list of possible suitors and eligible men. I thought I'd give you the chance to have your input." He smiled at you.

Your eyes lit up, "You mean I get to decide?"

Tony rolled his eyes dramatically. "Didn't I just say what you get?" He smirked as he reached forwards again and tapped your hand.

You grinned whilst looking at the names. "Thank you, Tony."

He shook his head holding his hand up. "Don't thank me yet, Y/N... You get one month to make your choice."

"Then what?" You asked with a soft frown.

"I have to narrow that list down. Your marriage will help us strengthen our ties with another kingdom," He sighed deeply.

Your eyebrows furrowed deeper as you looked over the names. "King Thor... Prince Loki? King T'Challa..." Your eyes lit up curiously, "King Steven? I thought he'd vowed never to marry again?"

"Uh... that's just to, thicken out the numbers." Tony cleared his throat.

"KING BROCK!" You snapped, your eyes were wide with anger and panic.

Morgana let out a loud gasp. She quickly scuttled off her chair and ran around the table to your side. "Come with me. Please. I have to show you something. Please," She tugged on your dress before dashing off, leaving no room to argue with her.

You let out a heavy sigh pushing yourself up from the table, "He best be to 'thicken out the numbers' also." You whispered. "Peter, let the stables know we leave right after breakfast is finished, please."

Peter nodded with a soft sigh as he met Pepper's worried gaze. "Of course, Your Highness,"

You followed after Morgana quickly as you left the great hall, "Morgana, what is the matter?"

"You're not safe," She called out over her shoulder, not bothering to stop as the two of you passed guards.

You followed her all the way to her chambers where she finally stopped to take a breather before she went to her toy box. You watched her carefully as she retrieved her wooden sword.

There weren't many little princesses with a 'boys' toy, but Tony wasn't interested in stopping Morgana from learning the skills she was interested in. He always knew she'd take after you, you were her hero after all, and if you could strike a sword as good as some of his best knights and shoot arrows to hit perfectly centre of the bullseye, then so was Morgana.

"Take this. It will keep you safe." Morgana held the wooden sword for you to take.

"But I am, safe." You smiled as you took the sword from her tiny hands.

She shook her head with a solemn look in her eye. "You will be with this." She nodded.

"Very well," You sheathed the wooden sword through the golden chain that was around your waist before bowing in front of her. "It would be my greatest pleasure, Your Highness." You grinned as she started giggling.

"Your Highness," A guard stood in the doorway of Morgana's room, "Your carriage is ready."

"Thank you," You smiled politely before you turned back to Morgana, "Come now, Little Princess, I must leave."

She nodded with a sadden look as she took your hand. "I will miss you,"

"Good... I will miss you." You smiled down at her. "Come on. Shall we race?"

"DEAL!"

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Thankfully the ride to Brook was no longer than a day's riding. You were glad, you weren't sure you could handle anything longer. Being left alone with your thoughts and worries of your upcoming nuptials was like a nightmare. Although you weren't really alone, Peter was beside you shifting uncomfortably with the need to say something and Natasha and Wanda were unusually quiet.

"Oh for heaven's sake." You huffed, turning to look at Peter. "Spit it out, Peter."

"I'm afraid you've lost me, Princess." Peter shifted again, looking out the window.

"Do not treat me as an idiot, Peter. I know when you are biting your tongue, and I know when you think Anthony is right." You frowned deeply at him.

Peter groaned, "Permission to speak freely?" You nodded, "I believe you should have given His Majesty a chance to explain. You should know more than anyone that he would not do anything he did not believe was right."

You scoffed, "Always quick to defend him."

"He is our King," Peter argued.

"Not when it comes to this." You snapped. "He promised me I wouldn't be sent away." You sniffled as tears blurred your vision.

"He's not sending you away. You know this must happen, Y/N." Peter placed his hand on top of yours. "He would not let anyone hurt you... His Majesty, loves you, Princess. Why do you think he's given you the chance to have your say. Use it,"

You scoffed, "Damn you..." You wiped your nose on the back of your hand.

"Princess, please," Natasha scolded you as she handed you a handkerchief.

You accepted the handkerchief and wiped your nose. "Deep down I know Tony wouldn't do anything he didn't think was right... but, that one name..." You looked up to meet Peter's equally worried gaze.

Peter nodded, "I know."

You'd both heard the rumours over the years of the type of leader and man King Brock was. It was terrifying to listen to the tales.

You smiled softly as you placed your other hand on top of his, "I'm sorry, Peter."

"Oh my." Wanda began to fan her face as she fainted dramatically onto Natasha. "The Princess apologising. What next?"

"Hush," You giggled. You turned to look out the window at the passing scenery, letting out a breath of air. You reached up and banged the roof with your fist, "Driver?" You called out.

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"How long until we reach the castle?" You inquired.

"Less than an hour, give or take, Your Highness."

You smiled to yourself. "Would you please stop the carriage?" You asked in a polite manner.

"Yes, Your Highness." The driver answered and slowly stopped the carriag

"Princess?" Peter frowned at you confused.

You smiled over your shoulder as you opened the door, "I wish to ride horseback the rest of the way."

"I don't think that is a good idea, Princess." Wanda gave you a worried look.

You took the hand of a knight and with a thank you, you stepped out. "That is why we must do it." You giggled. "Come, Peter, we shall race."

Peter rolled his eyes with a playful grin as he followed after you. "As you wish, but do not think I will be easy on you."

Natasha scoffed playfully, "You are a fool if you think she will not beat you." She winked at you before closing the door behind her. "That boy still has much to learn,"

Wanda hummed, "All men do,"

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Choking on Your Hubris

Raz knows he's cursed. He's experienced that hand reaching up to swipe at him enough time to know he's cursed. To bad Norma doesn't believe him and his own stubbornness lands him in a familiar situation.

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Fandom: Psychonauts          Rating: General Audience           Relationships/Pairings: Nothing major       Warnings: Discussion of almost drowning, Quick rescue, Almost losing someone, First work for this Fandom, a ‘what if’ situation.

Idea comes from InkayInks Prompt List.

“How stupid do you think we are?”

 Norma’s question cut through the conversation easily. Raz, who had been talking about his family to the other interns, stopped short. Turning to face the pyrokinesis specialist. Who was looking back with a raised brow. 

 “What?” The ten-year-old asked. 

 “There are no such things as curses. Psychics have better things to do than to play ‘fortune tellers’. And you know that manipulating someone’s mind is wrong, but that doesn’t make them cursed either. I don’t know why your father poisoned your mind with-”

 “He didn’t!” Raz quickly argued back, “He wouldn’t and I’m telling the truth! If I get too close to water, this weird hand thing comes out to try to grab me and pulls me into the water.”

 “Yeah...it hurts me to say this, but I’m with Norma on this,” Lizzie said slowly, “It just sounds...weird.” 

 Adam nodded in agreement as he folded his arms. “Never in my years of research have I ever heard of anything like this. Not curses, no nothing.”

 “Are you kidding me? You all were in agreement when I was telling the story.” Raz complained. 

 “Yeah, before Norma sunk some sense into us,” Gisu replied, “Sorry Raz. It was a good story though.”

 “It’s not a story! I’m telling you, I’ll drown by a weird hand if I get anywhere near water!”

 Norma stood at that. Towering over Raz as she started him down. “Prove it.”

 “W-What?”

 “You’re really adamant about this. Show us this so-called ‘curse’.” 

 “You want me to die?”

 “No, I want to see this mysterious hand. Don’t worry your baby head. I’ll make sure you’re safe and step in if it’s too much for you.”

 Raz swallowed weakly, biting his bottom lip as he surveyed the room. None of the interns seemed to be willing to come to his rescue. Some even looked curious as well. Eyes flitted back up to Norma. Who’s all knowing smirk only seemed to grow, which only made Raz’s anger out grow his fear. 

 “Fine.” Said anger he had felt slowly disappeared as they neared the edge of the nearby lake. The murky water rippled innocently as the teens (and child) arrived. 

 “I thought,” Raz's voice cracked, “we were going to the pool?”

 “I told you, you’ll be fine. Besides, where we go shouldn’t matter. Water is water after all. Now, why don’t you go show us your ‘curse’.” Norma said coolly. 

 “But, what if-”

 “Did you lie to us Raz?” Norma’s face changed into false hurt. A hand resting on her chest for dramatic effect. “That’s rude, to lie to your fellow interns.”

 Raz felt sick with fear. He didn't want to get anywhere near the murky water. But, he also wanted to prove he wasn’t lying. He tugged at his sleeve, cautiously making his way towards the water. Heart hammering as he stood mere inches from his possibly watery death. 

 “Well, what are you waiting for?” Norma’s voice broke through the mental panic.

 “What?” Raz squeaked out. 

 “You said you have to be in the water?”

 “...Y-Yeah, or at least c-close to it.” 

 “Well, get on with it then. Unless you were lying and are afraid of being found to be a liar?” 

 “I’m not lying!”

 “You sure are taking your sweet time with this.”

 “You would too if this was a life or death situation!”

 “Please, don’t be such a drama queen. Just admit you’re lying and we’ll go back inside.”

 “Why don’t you just-”

 Raz’s reply was cut off, feeling the familiar icy chill constrict his chest. There was a second of seeing the looks of shock and fear of the other interns before his vision turned watery. Arms trapped at his sides, Raz kicked furiously trying to break away. Only for more hands to reach up to hold him further. His last breath of air escaped his lungs and bubbled up to the surface. The light soon faded as he sank lower and consciousness slipped away…

It was like the back of head had been stabbed by a knife made of ice.

 Sasha struggled to remain upright. Hand reached out frantically, knocking over some equipment, as he found a perch on the nearby table. The sudden mental shock to the system sent him reeling.

  In one second he was being bombarded with emotions of absolute fear and anger, a mental vision of water, and a small cry of ‘Help...me…’. 

 The next he was teleporting to the lakeside. Finding the group of interns standing by the water’s edge. All pale and scared. Except...one was missing.

 “Where is he.” Sasha demanded. Sam merely pointed towards the water. 

 Wasting no time, the agent dove in. The water was frigid, stinging his exposed skin. It was also difficult to see through it. Dark and filled with debris. He swam downwards as quickly as he could. Trying not to think that Raz might not have been pulled directly straight down. That the child could be anywhere down there. A few seconds in passing was all it took to lose someone. 

 It was a short moment of relief when Sasha finally spotted Raz. Only for the worry to grow once again seeing the child was passed out. No bubbles leaving him and his skin sickly pale against the dark water. What looked like hands were wrapped around Raz’s lower body, only the head and shoulders seen. 

 Sasha wasted no time in blasting those hands away. Raz’s form slowed in the descent towards the dirt bottom. The agent moved quickly, grabbing the limp form before the hands could again. With the unmoving body tucked close to his chest, Sasha launched himself upwards to the surface. He gasped for air as he broke the surface. Landing easily on the edge. Ignoring the voices of the worried interns as he laid Raz down. Who was still unmoving.

 “Sir-”

 “Get Milla and Hollis, now.”

 Norma nodded quickly and rushed off. 

 Sasha tilted Raz’s head back, mouth open, and he started CPR. He tried not to show panic as the seconds passed and Raz didn’t stir. Tried to keep his hands steady as all he could think was how cold the child was. Tried to remain calm as nothing changed and Sasha was sure he was about to lose…

 “Darling.” Milla had arrived. Kneeling on the other side of the child, looking terrified. 

 “He’s not responding.” Sasha said weakly.

 “We need to get the water out.” 

 “I know-”

 “Psychically.” Sasha couldn’t argue as his chin was tilted up. Forehead pressed against Milla’s, whose eyes were already closed in concentration. “Focus…”

 Letting his shoulders slump, Sasah gave what he could to help. It was difficult at first to find what they were looking for. Sasha was still internally panicking and had to be pulled back by Milla more than once. Only then could they find the unwanted water blocking Raz’s airway. Even so, it was difficult to move the water out. Finding the correct pathway out and not disturbing anything else. 

 It was a tense few seconds before the water was finally pushed out. Escaping from Raz’s mouth and now hovering as a ball above the violently coughing and gasping child.

 “Easy darling, easy.” Milla placed a hand on Raz’s forehead. Trying to calm the frantic child as Sasha tossed the water back into the lake. 

 “M...M-Milla?”

 “Hush Raz, just catch your breath…”

 “What is going on here!” Hollis, with Norma in tow, came storming over. Fear hidden by a look of anger. 

 Sasha replied with, “Raz was drowning. We were just now able to revive him.”

 “Take him to medbay and get him out of those wet clothes. We don’t need him getting a head cold after all of this.” 

 Milla, with Raz resting in her arms, and Sasha returned to the Motherlobe. Hollis turned to the group of interns. Who all shrunk at the hard eye they were given. “I need someone to tell me why the youngest out of all of you was just rescued from drowning.”

 Sam broke. “So Raz was telling us about his life and family and he said that they had all been cursed to drown if they were near water. We didn’t believe him, especially when Norma pointed out how strange it was. But Raz was really insistent and so Norma told him to prove it and he technically did! Just...I didn’t think it would be so scary…”

“So, what I’m hearing is that you all deliberately pushed someone, a fellow intern, into a dangerous stunt. Almost killing him?”

 “But...Norma-”

 “None of you stopped Raz or called out Norma’s behavior. You’re all training to become Psychonauts. But this behavior makes me question if you all are even ready for this level. Your job is to help people, not push them into dangerous situations! If you can’t treat those who are supposed to be your teammates with respect, what about those you’re supposed to be helping.”

 That caused all heads to drop in defeat.

 “We...should apologize…” Morris offered.

 “No, you are not, not right now. You all are going to be scrubbing the inter living quarters. Which you will be spending the next two months. Yes, away from your private quarters. Don’t give me that look, Lizzie. After that, I want a 20,000 word essay about why this was bad and why you won’t be doing this again. Then you will be baking cookies to be delivered to all in the Motherlobe. Finally, you will all have 200 extra hours of training. And then we’ll see if Raz has anything to say about this. ...If he makes it through this.”

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 It was all a blur. Raz was aware he was out of the water (he could breathe again). But he was now freezing, trying to catch his breath, and exhausted. He knew he was being carried by Milla, Sasha nearby, and both were giving off waves of fear. 

 His vision was unfocused, a ringing in his ear and his hearing muffled, limbs were heavy. Raz let out a small groan as he suddenly shifted. Shivering weakly at losing the warmth that Milla had been given. Someone lifted his helmet off, rubbing a towel over his dripping hair. Letting out a yelp when his jacket and sweater were removed.

 “It’s alright Raz, it’s just me.” Sasha’s voice sounded in the younger’s head.

 Soon enough, Raz was dressed in dry sleepwear, wrapped in a thick blanket, laying against someone. He assumed it was Sasha. But he wasn’t quite sure. 

 He winced again when another hand touched his forehead. 

 “Just the doctor, you’re safe Razputin.” 

 An overall check resulted in low body temperature, damaged throat, and no doubt on the road to getting a cold. But, at least he wasn’t dead. Hours passed, nightfall arriving before Raz felt somewhat normal. Surprised that Sasha and Milla had remained the entire time, even after Raz was able to sit up on his own. 

 “Don’t you both have work to do? What about the mission?” Raz asked, his voice quiet. His throat was killing him. 

 “We can keep an eye on you and work at the same time,” Sasha replied, “We’re quite skillful in multi-tasking.” 

 “Unless you want us to leave?” Milla asked. To which Raz shook his head. “Then we’ll stay for as long as you want.” 

 The child smiled weakly at that. Eyes slowly closing as he felt sleep pull at him. Sinking into the overly cushioned bed and pillow, warmth flowing through him and contained by the thick blanket. A kiss was gently placed on his head while a hand gently rubbed the back of his hand. 

 “Sleep well darling.”

 “Get some rest, Razputin.”

 The predicted cold arrived hard and heavy. Raz’s throat remained sore, but had a clogged nose and pounding headache added along with it. His days were filled with medicine, soup, and sleep. Lili stopped by as many times as she could.

 “First my dad’s sick. Then you’re sick after you almost died. Can things please stop falling apart around me?” She sighed softly. Holding out another spoonful of soup for Raz.

 “I didn’t mean to make you worry.” He croaked out.

 “Just keep away from the water. And stop listening to those idiot interns.” 

 “Deal.”

 A week and a half later had passed before Raz could leave the medical ward. And only after Hollis, Sasha and Milla agreed that he looked well enough to do so. He was nervous about returning to the working world, being around the interns again. Not sure if he was mentally ready to face them all again. Even if he had Sasha saying to call him if the teens tried anything again.

 Raz stopped outside the door marking the intern living quarters. Allowing himself a few seconds to collect his thoughts before pushing his way in. He froze in the doorway as five pairs of eyes snapped up to him. Raz not realizing he would be seeing the interns so quickly, believing they’d be hiding away in their personal rooms. The tense situation broke when Sam pushed away from her marked desk. 

 “Raz! We didn’t kill you!” She rushed over, instantly pulling the younger into a tight hug. 

 “C-Can’t...breath…”

 “Oh, sorry.”

 “Good to see you up and going again.” said Adam, patting Raz’s shoulder as he was released.

 “Thanks...I wasn’t expecting to see you all in here.”

 “We’re on house arrest...sort of intern arrest?” Morris hummed softly. 

 Gisu rolled her eyes. “What Morris is trying to say is that Hollis gave us a pretty heavy punishment. Not like we don’t deserve it, mind you.”

 “No kidding,” Lizzie added, “Seriously, nothing freaked me out more than seeing you...go under. Are you okay?”

 Raz shrugged. “I mean, I’m still here. But I’m still on bed duty for a while. Where’s...um, where’s Norma?”

 “Out on the balcony. Brooding.” 

 “...Is she still upset?”

 “At you? No. She’s being hard on herself, as usual.” 

 “Sorry to break this up, but we should be getting back to work. I don’t want to be under house arrest any longer than I need to.” Morris was the first one to pull away. With the rest following to get back to their desks. 

 Raz passed by them and out onto the balcony. Where he found Norma, as Lizzie said he would. The small table nearby was covered with numerous scribbled papers, a half finished cup of tea holding down a small pile of them. The intern herself was staring off into the sunset. 

 “Uh, hi Norma.” Raz said weakly. 

 She casually looked over before returning her attention towards the horizon. “Good to see you’re alive.” 

 “Uh, yeah, sure am. Just...wanted to come out and say hi.” 

 “Well, you’ve done it. So...bravo for you.”

 Raz’s shoulders fell in defeat. “Okay, sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” 

 “Raz, wait.” Norma gave a heavy sigh before facing the younger again. “Look, I’m… I am sorry. I still don’t think you’re cured.”

 “But-”

 “I know, I saw what happened. But curses don’t exist, so I’m not fully sure what happened. However, that’s not the point of this. What I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry for pushing you so far.” 

 “...You just wanted to see what would happen.”

 “That’s not an excuse. You were clearly distressed and you almost died. I don’t know what’s going on. But that shouldn’t cause you to almost lose your life. I need to think about my actions and the outcome for those.” 

 With that, Norma faced the sky once more and said nothing. Raz took that as the conversation was over and that he needed to leave. So, he did. Walking back into the living quarters and greeted more warmly by the other interns. Laying down on his marked bed, he felt a comforting pulse come from Sasha and Milla. For now, it was fine. Raz just wondered how long that would last with this group.