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daintykeith · 4 years ago

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RUN KID RUN

Title: Run Kid Run

Summary: Dutch and Hosea are trying to teach John how to read but he runs off after they got frustrated and Arthur goes deep into the woods looking for John.

Word count: 2298

Notes: mild cursing | brief scene despicting an almost hanging | feedback is appreciated!!!

Tags: @onlytherocksliveforever

Happy late Christmas and Happy new year! I’m sorry I’m so late, this took me forever; I’ve been giving it a long thought and decided to comply to your second item in your wish list!

2) i love DUMB ASS John Marston and his better looking brother Arthur; give me a slice of life with the two of them pre-canon, or a story about them helping the other thru a tough time.

I’ve decided to combine both ideas and so this story came to be.

When Arthur was twenty-three, he saw a boy—dirty, savage and with a look in his eyes that had given up on living. This boy was with a rope in his neck, ready to be hanged. Dark gray with no reflection but death itself; no tears, no regret. Dead Eyes that held onto dear life with a fierceness reflected in his fists.

Next to the boy, an unnamed man spoke words of dead wisdom and nonsense which to the eyes of Arthur was meaningless.

“We have come to see the of law enacted. We will not sit idly by as people take the law into their own hands!”

Heavy kind of bullshit that Arthur didn’t enjoy a bit.

The crowd of the town roared loudly in excitement and agreement. For them, it was only entertainment, a show that made Arthur’s gut churn with anger. He tilted his hat lower and turned around, ready to move on. However, Dutch’s hand landed on his shoulder and stopped him.

“He looks like you did, a while ago,” Dutch said with a smirk before the gun in his hip shot the rope on the boy’s neck.

“He doesn’t.”

The boy’s shine returned in a glimpse that Arthur caught with both his eyes and heart. A will to fight and survive, to get the hell out of the mess that was about to start.

“What the hell Dutch?!”

“He was not meant to. Not yet.”

A sense of relief in his chest appeared with a long deep breath. He was glad for the boy that had gotten a chance to live, what was Dutch and Hosea thinking when they brought him into camp?

Arthur got wounded in the dirty fight they had in town for freeing the boy and he was resting in his tent, with Susan on his side cleaning his injuries. When Dutch and Hosea walked in, he asked: “What took ya’ so long?” with a warm grin that quickly faded into disbelief.

The boy stood between the two men, pouting his lips, frowning and crossing his arms as means to make himself more intimidating. The way Dutch smiled, looked and treated him with his gentle gestures and Hosea had given his jacket to protect him from the chilling breeze of that night was so familiar to Arthur; he had been in that place after all. What was that boy doing in camp? Similar to himself in the past, why did they needed to bring someone as intense and dumb as him? Wasn’t one dumb enough? He wondered.

“What’s your name, kid?” Arthur asked after he noticed Dutch’s gaze on him.

The boy stood silent.

“Come on boy, tell him.” Dutch crouched to his side and whispered words to him that Arthur wasn’t able to hear.

He remained silent.

When Arthur was twenty-four, he met the boy. A month had passed from his rescue and Arthur’s birthday quickly arrived with the cold and mean air of winter. There was no snow landscape yet, the skies had become dark and gray like the boy’s eyes and the fallen leaves

“John Marston,” the boy said with a mean streak that left Arthur with a bad taste in his tongue.

“Arthur Morgan.” He extended his hand to greet but John had already abandoned and left him with the words unsaid in his lips.

Arthur sighed and placed his hands on his gun belt; he could see John’s silhouette far away, hiding somewhere where he thought no one could see him, and grinned. A part of him still refused to acknowledge John, prouder than a bull and wilder than a cougar in a midnight sky, and another part of him found itself in that boy who slept with a knife under his pillow.

“John, come here!” Dutch called the next morning.

Arthur was laying in comfortably in his bed, with his worn-out leather hat covering his eyes, thinking about what to draw in his journal. A bird? A flower? An herb? His imagination was as dull as dishwater and his brain couldn’t tell skunks from house cats. Boredom was partly guilty of the dullness, too.

“John, come on.” From his closed tent, Arthur saw how Hosea’s figure grabbed John’s arm and took him somewhere beyond the reach of their shadow. A loud growl, from the boy, echoed through the whole camp that Arthur scoff. The boy was that stubborn?

The blue-eyed man closed his journal, stood up from his bed and walked out of his tent to do the chores of the day. As he chopped wood, he could see Dutch and Hosea, with John between them, sitting together in one of the round tables near the food station with a book in hand. This was going to be fun to see, Arthur thought.

“Okay, let’s try this again,” Dutch said firmly. “Read this part here.”

“No,” John scowled.

“Why not? It’s not that hard if you try. Here. The king in his…” Hosea slowly talked

John went silent.

“Boy,” Dutch lowly growled.

Arthur swung his axe over the log and splat it in half. When he was putting the wood aside, he peeked at John. The boy had his arms crossed, frowning and giving the book in the table a deadly gaze. Did he hate reading that much? Arthur laughed to himself and got caught by Hosea who looked at him with disapproval. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He tried to slowly walk away, feigning ignorance, but the older man approached quicker than he predicted and grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Arthur.” Hosea squeezed hard the shoulder blade and grinned in a way that created grimace in Arthur’s expression, “wanna’ join us? I thought I could show you the new book I got!”

Arthur grunted.

Just great. He knew Hosea’s way of scolding Arthur and thinking about it annoyed him, however, he didn’t expect to see Dutch vexed, red-faced and squeezing the book with both his hands, yelling to John.

On the other hand, Hosea was perplexed. He dragged his hands over his now tired face and sighed.

“He wasn’t this troublesome!” Dutch said to Hosea, referring obviously to Arthur.

Something in that statement made Arthur chest puff in pride. Oh boy, he really liked that. Even if he refused to acknowledge this feeling to everyone else, he liked it when Dutch or Hosea praised him.

Arthur remembered the days when Dutch and Hosea were teaching him to read. Hot summer days, mosquitoes everywhere and that smell he couldn’t forget, berries and lemon, which brought his mind ten years back, when he was a thin, small and young boy. He grinned to the loveable thought and looked at Dutch fighting with John.

“Dutch, what’re ya doin’!? Don’t ya’ grab him like that and rub his head!”

“I know he can do it, but he’s not even trying!”

Something Arthur knew is that Dutch would take as “true” whatever he assumed; and hardly took back his words—standing for what he believed, a true blessing for the wise and a curse for the ignorant. Later on, Arthur didn’t know which of those Dutch was. A true mystery until the very end.

“Dutch, calm down, you’re gonna scare ‘im…”

“But I know he can—"

“Shut up, you pair of dimwits!” Susan yelled from afar as she sewed one of Arthur’s shirt.

And before any of them could say any further word, John slammed his hands against the table and ran away into the woods that surrounded the camp.

“Get back here, boy!”

What a mess. When Arthur saw no signs of Dutch calming down or Hosea backing down, he decided to look out for the now goner.

“John! Where are ya’!?” Arthur yelled as he stomped over some broken sticks. Definitively John.

“Ya’ damn bastard, dontchu’ ever get tired?” he whispered to himself, wondering as he furrowed his brows and rushed his pace.

As he walked deeper into the woods, the stars that normally would be faded under sunlight, had come out without any shame, telling Arthur to hurry. The breeze got colder and the sky darker and even if he found clues of where he could have gone to, the boy sure knew how to keep out of sight. He was going nuts; what the hell was the kid running from?! He had nothing to run from and nowhere to go, what was he thinking?

“John!” He called once more before he heard a gasp to his side.

The moment he turned his head, he saw a terrified boy who had fallen into the ground. Unlike the first time he saw him, fierceness shone in his eyes despite of the fear that his thin body could not hide—however, that didn’t mean it wasn’t agile. He quickly got up into his feet and started running towards the glowing moon.

“Oh no, you ain’t!”

He could hear John’s broken breathing and how he gasped for the air he didn’t have; it broke Arthur’s heart.

“Watchu’ running from, kid?!”

Arthur got closer with every step he took and grabbed without any restrains John’s wrist to stop him, quite brusque for his liking but there was nothing he could do. Those iron eyes gazed at him with the loathe and anger he deserved which left a sour flavor in his mouth. John struggled to free himself from Arthur’s grip but it only got stronger.

“Lemme ask you again, kid. Watchu’ running from?”

John struggled again and Arthur grabbed his other wrist. He took a deep breathe and closed his eyes for a moment. Was it this hard for everyone else to deal with him? Being a kid in the streets wasn’t easy, it roughens you up in a way that shatters what you truly are, breaking and eventually rotting every corner in your mind. But he was no kid in the streets no more, he could finally begin living and not just survive.

“He wanted to kill me,” John replied in a quick low whisper.

Arthur raised a brow. “Dutch was shootin’ his mouth off and by now Hosea and Susan must have given ‘im a black eye for that.” He tried to sound reassuring.

“Let go!” John fought with all his strengths to free himself; Arthur tightened his grip.

“Listen to me, kid. You got nothing to run from; here you got a bed, food and people who want ya’—”

“Dead…” John interrupted.

“Let me finish! Goddamit—as I was saying. None of ‘em want ya’ to be a goner.”

“How can I trust you? They all said I was an idiot, useless. They all hate me and they’ll kill me. It’s better if I’m gone.”

“We’re family.” Arthur meant it. He had found a part of himself in the little black-haired boy that wanted to keep running; running to never look back, from all the things he didn’t deserve.

“We ain’t.”

“Listen to me you little piece of…! You became part of us the very moment Dutch cut that rope on your neck and brought you into the camp.”

“Still; that doesn’t mean I can trust you guys. You’re outlaws.”

John wasn’t buying a single bit of what Arthur was saying. Shit. At this rate he was gonna run off by himself and God knows what would happen to him.

“They took me in when I was your age.” John’s eyes widened in curiosity; “I… well, my momma died when I was real young and my daddy… let’s say I wish he did too. They taught me how to read and Hosea taught me how to draw.”

Despite of the nervousness inside him, Arthur took the journal out of his satchel and gave it to John without letting go of one of his wrists. He eagerly flipped through the pages and stopped to look at some of the drawings it contained; some of the graphite stuck into his fingers, but it didn’t stop him from eyeing with detail each illustration.

“Why didn’t ya’ read? Back then, when Dutch and Hosea asked you to.”

There was a long pregnant pause. “I did—read it, I mean. I, uh, wasn’t sure to er, say it out loud.”

“Really?” Arthur smiled from ear to ear. “See? You’re smart, John! Ya’ ain’t that bad, there’s potential.”

John blushed at Arthur’s praise and kept looking at the drawings until he reached the last one, that page that had remained blank for the whole day.

“They are family to me. Family is everything; I’d die for it.” His voice didn’t shake even once.

John closed the journal and gave Arthur a gaze full of admiration that Arthur wasn’t worthy of. He could be one nasty son-of-a-bitch, rash to anger and emotions; unfamiliar to giving inspirational speeches like Dutch would do or smooth-talking like Hosea the Conman.

“And I will…” he stuttered, “I, uh…”

“You what.”

“I won’t let them kill ya’; just in case.”

A mischievous grin appeared in John’s face. “That won’t stop me tho.”

Arthur had let his guard down. John escaped from his grip and started to run the fastest he could. Where the hell was he going to and, most importantly, where the heck had he gotten all that damn energy from?

“Cuz’ I’ll kill ya’ myself, you little piece of shit!”

“Thank you, brother” John screamed in the distance.

“You ain’t got the right to be my brother!” Yet, he wanted to say but kept it to himself.

That day, when Arthur was twenty-four, his family grew by one member. Even if mocked him every now and then and behaved like assholes, it was the most important thing to Arthur. It was everything he had—not like money or gold; those two could go straight to hell unless Dutch and Hosea gave the word.

#rdr secret santa 2020 #john marston #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #pre-canon #fanfic #gift #secret santa #gifts #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #Hosea Matthews #dutch van der linde

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illfoandillfie · 5 years ago

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The Dinner Party

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader + Rami Malek, Lucy Boynton, Joe Mazzello, Gwilym Lee

Summery: Ben finds out about one of your fantasies and offers to help make it a reality.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ !!! it’s a big ol’ gang bang folks! unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, sensory deprivation (blindfolds), gags, restraints, choking, slapping, biting, spanking, oral (f and m receiving), a*al, orgasm denial, overstimulation/forced orgasm, nipple play, fingering, degradation, sexual objectification, handjobs, i think thats everything oh god i dont know theres a lot

Words: 11,538 (jesus)

A/N: I am so sorry I made you wait so long for this one - the last couple of months have been fucking whack as heck. Anyway, I hope she was worth waiting for! I’m gonna go have 12 cold showers in a row and scream for a while.

(its so fucking hard to find photos of all of them together jesus christ)

Taglist: @idontbelievethiss @somekindof-cheese @dtfrogertaylor @ezmina98 @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks

“So, uhh, that fantasy you sent me the other night,” Ben ran his fingers lightly up and down your arm, “You really got off to that?” You could feel the sweat caught between your back and his chest, skin sticking together where you leaned against him. His hand was heavy on your stomach, moving with you as you wiggled around, trying to decrease the sticky discomfort. “Well, yeah, otherwise I wouldn’t have sent it. Was it too much?” It was something you did when you were away from each other. When you’d been apart for too long and you were yearning for each other's touch. You’d message each other with what you’d thought about while masturbating. Like a lot of the little traditions and patterns you and Ben developed, it had started as a joke. But now it felt weird to not do it. Sometimes it was links to porn videos or erotic stories found online. Sometimes it was reminiscences about previous nights together. And sometimes it was just one word. You. “No, it was pretty hot actually.” This time the distance had been caused by Ben’s filming schedule taking him overseas for three whole months. It was the longest you’d been separated in a while, and your game had turned into a bit of a competition. Trying to one up each other with wilder fantasies. You’d sent the last one, drawing on something you’d thought about a lot but never really divulged to anyone before in order to claim victory. The moment you’d hit send you’d worried it was too much. Ben knew you had a thing for exhibitionism and for being treated like an object, happy to help you indulge in them from time to time, but you’d never really exposed how deep they went. His response amounted to an oh my god and a couple of flushed face emojis. No come back, no one upping. Just three words and two little symbols. You hoped it was because he had nothing hotter to counter with and not because you’d freaked him out too much.

Three days later he was back home, hurriedly removing your shirt within minutes of walking through the door. The sex was neither sweet nor soft, though the way Ben sat up and pulled you against him afterwards, kissing your temple in the process, was both. “Glad you think so. It’s one I’ve thought about a lot.” “And you’ve never mentioned it before why?” “I don’t know, not every guy would be cool hearing about how his girlfriend dreams of being used by a bunch of strangers.” “Okay, yeah, spose that’s fair.” He was quiet for a moment, absentmindedly stroking your skin with feather light touches, “But if you got the chance, you’d really want to do something like that?” “I think so, yeah. Maybe not actually with strangers. Don’t think I’d feel comfortable enough to get into it if I didn’t know and trust everyone there. But in theory, yes.” “What if... what if I could arrange for something like it to happen?” “What?” You sat up straight and turned to face him, convinced you’d misheard him. “If I found some people you were comfortable with who... wanted to help make this a reality would you want to do it?” “You’re taking the piss, right?” “I swear I’m being serious. If you wanted to actually do something like that, I’d be into it. I’d help set it up.” “Are you feeling okay?” you pressed the back of your hand to Ben’s forehead like you were checking his temperature but he just laughed, grabbing you by the wrist so he could bring your hand to his lips. “I feel fine, babe.” His smile hit you like a ton of bricks. Fuck you’d missed that smile. “Can’t blame a girl for checking,” “Look, what you described was incredibly hot and the idea of watching you be used like that...” he trailed off but you didn’t need him to say anything else, his rapidly hardening cock was proof enough. You repositioned yourself on your hands and knees, taking his cock in one hand, “You wanna watch me, blindfolded and restrained, being fucked until im crying? Wanna see me helpless and desperate and used by a whole group of people?” Your strokes along his shaft were interrupted as Ben wrapped his hand around your throat. “I really do,” he growled as he pushed you back onto your knees, “but I think I need to fuck you again, make sure you remember who really owns your cunt.”

Ben didn’t mention it again that week, though he barely let you out of his reach. He always got extra clingy and cuddly after you’d been reunited, surprising you with soft deep kisses and tight hugs at random. Always finding some reason to touch you, a hand on your back while you were standing at the stove, brushing fingers as you slipped past each other in the corridor, clutching your waist as he pulled you onto his lap while you played video games together. You figured he’d forgotten about your conversation now that the immediate heat and need for each other had been replaced with a softer desire to just be close. Not that you minded. You were happy to let that fantasy remain a fantasy, and if you were honest you hadn’t fully believed Ben when he suggested making it happen for real. Until he brought it up about a week and a half after his return.

You were watching TV, resting your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you, when he spoke. “So I got a call from Lucy today, turns out in a couple weeks time the whole band will be in London. We’re planning on meeting up for a few drinks, something like that.” “Oh that’s so great Ben,” you said, pulling your eyes from the ad for bathroom cleaner you’d been mindlessly staring at and looking up at him, “Be nice to see everyone again, all at once.” “Yeah. Actually, I thought I might suggest they all come over here for dinner one night.” “That’s a wonderful idea.” “And, uh, if you were still interested, we could maybe give them all a chance to fuck you.” You choked, an exclamation of surprise catching in your throat. “Sorry, couldn’t resist,” Ben said, almost laughing as he hurried to get you a glass of water. You glared at him through watery eyes as your coughing fit subsided, gulping down the water as soon as he’d handed it over. “What the fuck?” you rasped out once you were back in control of your voice. “I didn’t think you were going to choke. Just thought it’d surprise you. You alright?” “Yeah, fine. But what the fuck?” You grabbed the remote to mute the TV, a signal that you wanted Ben to take this conversation seriously. “It was just a suggestion,” he said with a half shrug, “You said you’d be interested in doing it.” “I am, I just.... They’re your friends Ben, wouldn’t it be kinda weird?” He shrugged again, “Maybe at first. But you said you’d be more comfortable if you knew the people involved. Well, you know them. And I trust them. It’s worth thinking about at least.” You paused, chewing your lip as you took in what he was saying properly, the original shock having passed. It did kind of make sense. “Would… would they be into it?” you said slowly. “I mean, I’d have to talk to them. But, yeah, I think so.” he shrugged slightly. “And you’d be okay with it?” “Yes,” he answered matter-of-factly. “Really? Ben it’s one thing to think about it while you get off or talk about in the abstract. It’s a whole other thing to actually watch your girlfriend having sex with other people, especially your friends.” you shifted in your seat, moving to kneel beside him and reaching out to stroke his cheek, “I don’t want you to do something you’re not fully comfortable with just to try and make me happy. It was my fantasy to begin with and I am totally okay with leaving it like that. Really think about this before you say anything else.” He reached up, taking your hand in his and tracing lines over the back of your fingers, “But I have thought about it. A lot. Kind of non-stop actually. And I want to do it, if you do.” “Really?” “Yes. Look, it’s not like there’s gonna be feelings involved. This isn’t making love on a bed of roses type stuff. I’m not gonna be watching you have a romantic night with anyone. I’m gonna watch you being treated like a living sex toy by multiple people. Probably join in a bit too. And you’re not the only one who can set boundaries. If there’s anything I don’t feel comfortable seeing happen I’ll let everyone know.” You opened your mouth to speak but Ben cut you off. “If you ask me ‘really?’ one more time,” he laughed, pulling you off your knees and onto his lap, “Y/N, I promise you I am more than okay with this. It might have been your fantasy but it was my suggestion to actually do it. If it was strangers involved it’d be different. But the guys? None of them are going to hurt you, they’ll all respect whatever rules we put in place, and they’ll make sure it’s fun.” Your eyes roamed over Ben’s face, looking for any sign of discomfort or unease but all you saw was a plea for trust. “Okay. Talk to them, see how they all feel about it. But if anyone isn’t into it, the dinner stays as just a dinner. Deal?” “Deal.” He rested his forehead against yours, “I love you.” You hummed, kissing him softly. “Love you too, Benny.”

Over the next week Ben talked to everyone individually, gauging their interest in the dinner party and any extra activities that may involve. Some were a little more hesitant than others but by the end of the week everyone was a hard yes. It made your stomach tighten every time you thought about it, anticipation and excitement and nerves building as you counted down the days. You and Ben worked out the rules, where lines would be drawn and where boundaries would lie to ensure the night was safe and fun for everyone involved. You collected supplies, discussed and re-discussed how everything would work as well as planning the actual dinner party aspect – food and drink and music. As the night got closer you found yourself more and more aroused, constantly wet, unable to think about anything else for too long. Ben for his part seemed just as affected by it as you were and you found yourselves naked together much more frequently than you’d expected to. Not once was it rough though. It was like the two of you were saving all your energy for the dinner party, spending the hours in bed having lazy, gentle sex, soft kisses and gasped names and whispered ‘I love you’s. By the time the actual night rolled around you were burning for something harder and faster, looking forward to being used and bruised.

Half an hour before everyone turned up you started to get ready. You’d been wearing your plug all day, at Ben’s suggestion, but it still made you shiver when you caught a glimpse of it as you were getting dressed, the sparkly jewel catching the light as you checked your reflection. The lingerie you’d picked out left very little to the imagination, a crotchless thong and matching sheer bra, the garter belt and stockings the most modest part of the outfit. You fixed your makeup, adding extra mascara and reapplying your lipstick knowing it would just end up smudged.

“They’ll be here in ten babe, you ready?” Ben asked as he knocked on the bedroom door. You took a deep breath, looking over yourself one last time before you left the room. The soft ‘wow’ Ben gave you made you giggle as he led you through your unit to the mixed living/dining room. You’d rearranged the furniture earlier, shifting the coffee table over to the wall which left space for you to kneel in front of anyone on the couch. The dinner table was already laid out for everyone, except you of course, a tray of champagne glasses waiting to be offered around. You headed towards the coffee table, running your hand along it as you checked all the toys were there. Some of them were things you’d used before, some were newly bought specifically for tonight. Each had been carefully considered between you and Ben, only those you were both completely comfortable with being put out.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you said as you headed to your position in the middle of the room. Ben grabbed the spreader bar off the coffee table, attaching the cuffs to your ankles, forcing you to stand with legs wide open. The butterflies in your stomach went wild, everything suddenly feeling more real. “You all good?” Ben asked as he stood back up. “I’m wonderful. You?” “Brilliant.” He flashed you a reassuring smile and pecked you on the lips before turning to pick up the ball gag and press it into your mouth. Your lips stretched around it as he adjusted the fastening at the back of your head. You nodded to show you were comfortable and he turned once more, reaching for the black bandana that was going to be your blindfold for the night. You wanted to touch yourself, relieve some of the pressure that had been building all day but Ben grabbed your hands, pulling them in front of you, palms up. You heard him walk away and then come back with the tray of drinks, placing it carefully on your upturned hands. “Okay, all set. I’m gonna go check the dinner but everyone should start arriving soon. See you afterwards.” You hummed your agreement as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His touch left you but he was still close by. You felt him lean into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he growled a final warning in the voice he reserved for dominating you. “Don’t drop the drinks, slut.”

You were left in almost silence. Your unit wasn’t huge but the kitchen was far enough away that the noise was muffled. Or maybe you were just so aware of how much being left alone in such a vulnerable position turned you on, that outside noise just wasn’t getting through as easily. It was just you and your pounding heart and your steadily growing arousal. Nothing to do but wait and hope your arms didn’t give out under the tray of glasses. You had no idea how long it had been. You’d had about ten minutes when you’d started being set up, surely that time would have passed by now. Saliva was beginning to dribble under the gag and over your lips, trickling slowly down your chin to drip onto your chest. You heard Ben come back into the room, heading towards the speakers he’d set up and beginning to play the mix he’d created, music turned down low so it filled the background without distracting. Still you waited, trying to focus on keeping the tray of drinks balanced. Then suddenly, the buzzer, shocking you slightly and making your heart race. Ben answered, giving whoever it was access to the building and moments later you heard talking at the door, listening intently for who had arrived. “Ben!” “Lucy, looking lovely as always.” A pause, “Rami, great to see you buddy. Head on in, grab a drink and have a look. No touching yet though, we’ve got some rules to go through once everyone’s here.” You heard footsteps, a pair of heels clicking over the floor and the duller noise of someone in flat shoes, getting closer. A girly giggle as two drinks were removed from your tray. You prayed it wasn’t going to change the balance and tip everything over. They were both quiet for a moment. You could feel their eyes on you, looking you up and down. “You know I half thought Ben was joking,” Rami said quietly making Lucy laugh. “Glad he wasn’t.” She said and you heard her heels again as she began walking around you slowly, taking in every inch of your helpless form, “She’s very pretty. Always thought Ben lucked out with her.” “Alright, Luce, keep it in your pants,” “Can’t help it. You know I can’t resist a helpless, restrained toy. And you have to admit she looks like she’ll be fun.” “She definitely does. Almost can’t believe it’s Y/N. She always seemed so sweet and not one for this sort of thing.” “Are you kidding? I knew she’d be into some kinky stuff the first time Ben introduced her to us.” “What? No way,” “Well okay, maybe not the instant I met her. You remember when we were at the restaurant with them, I went to the bathroom with her so I could chat to her, woman to woman, and I caught a glimpse of her wrist. There was a very clear mark that she was trying to hide, looked like it came from too tight handcuffs.” You felt your cheeks grow warm at the memory. God, if you’d known then that Lucy had worked out what you and Ben had got up to that morning, you would have died from embarrassment. But now all it did was turn you on more, heat pooling in your stomach. “God, see that?” Lucy suddenly exclaimed “See what?” “Right there, on the inside of her thigh,” “Oh my god, you’re right, she’s dripping.” The warmth of the oven spread through every room but you couldn’t suppress a shiver running down your spine as they both laughed, continuing to talk about you as if you weren’t there. You heard Ben walk back through the room as the buzzer rang a second time. The door opened and you said a silent thank you that Joe and Gwilym had arrived together, your arms already sore from holding them still for so long. Ben greeted them and told them the same thing he’d told Rami and Lucy – grab a drink, have a look, don’t touch. You were briefly forgotten as the two newcomers entered the room, everyone more focused on greeting each other until Joe asked where they’d got their champagne from. “She’s got them.” “Woah,” “Right?” “Is that really Y/N?” “Go on, have a closer look. She’s absolutely loving this.” “What d’you mean?” “She’s wearing crotchless panties and you can see she’s completely soaked.” “My god,” Your tray lightened again as another two drinks were removed from it. “Where’d Ben go?” “He said something about giving us a chance to have a look around. I assume he meant her.” “Hope he comes back soon, I’m itching to touch her.” “Jeez Luce, didn’t realise you’d be so into it.” “Well excuse me for getting into the spirit of it all.”

They kept talking, the conversation a mix of catching up and comments about you. When Ben came back, his footsteps audible beneath the chatter, he was met by dozens of questions though he wouldn’t answer anything about you straight away. Eventually he took the last glass, leaving you to hold the empty tray despite the ache in your arms, and tapped it with his fingernail to get everyone’s attention. “Sorry, don’t want to interrupt for too long” he said as everyone quieted down, “I just need your attention for a moment. There’s a few rules we need to cover before the fun can really start." He paused and you felt the energy of the room change, an electric current running through everyone as they focused on you and Ben. “Firstly, just to be clear, this has all been set up with Y/N’s consent. Everyone has agreed to participate but of course you aren’t obligated to, and if anything that happens makes you uncomfortable, please talk to me about it.” There was a brief murmur while Ben paused but once he started speaking again it stopped. “Y/N and I can stop the scene at any time. Our safe word is red but obviously it may not be possible for Y/N to speak throughout the night so she also has a safe signal, three slaps against something. It could be the floor or a wall or her own thigh or whatever, but three slaps or the word red means everything stops instantly. There shouldn’t be any need for us to use them though, if everyone follows the rules, which are, one: you can touch or fuck Y/N just about however you want, as long as there is no anal play. You may have noticed she’s wearing a plug tonight but her arse is off limits to anyone who isn’t me.” You whimpered softly behind the gag but Ben ignored you. “Two: For the boys specifically I guess, you are not allowed to finish in her cunt, but down her throat or over any other part of her is fine. Three: We expect some bruises and marks, especially if you choose to use some of the toys provided,” he gestured towards the coffee table, “but please nothing that will leave permanent scars, no burns or blood. Four: Degrading names are fine but stick with things like slut and whore and bitch, nothing too personal. And finally, on a slightly different though no less serious note, five: no forehead kisses or anything that has a romantic connotation. That one is less for her sake than mine. Everyone understand?” There was a chorus of yes’s in response before Ben spoke again. “Good. We trust you, it’s why we were comfortable setting this up and inviting all of you, but my main concern is keeping this fun and safe for everyone, especially for Y/N.” If it weren’t for the restraints and the desire to be good that had practically taken over your brain, you could have melted at the way he said your name. It carried the same weight as the words good girl or the ‘my’ in my slut. But before you had a chance to really appreciate it he’d moved on. “I promise, this is the last thing I’m gonna say. Tonight this is not the Y/N you all know. This is a toy who happens to look like her. She is an object, a breathing blow up doll, here for your entertainment, for you to talk about or talk to or to use however entertains you most. Her pleasure is not the priority. Now have fun.”

Everyone was still for a moment, not quite knowing how to start but then Lucy was coming towards you, the clacking of her heels almost ominous. “Can we get rid of the tray now? Maybe the blindfold too?” She asked. The general chatter started up again behind her but you focused on Lucy’s voice. “Sure thing,” Ben sounded more amused than anything, “You wanna leave her arms out or put them behind her back?” Ben took the tray and you let your arms drop, heavy with the strain of holding them up, a slight ache already in your shoulders. “Restrained I think” “Oi, Gwil, chuck us those handcuffs will you?” He called across the room before he turned back to Lucy, “I’ll give you the keys, Luce, let you decide how long she stays like that.” “Ben, you’ve just made my day,” They were both laughing as you felt your blindfold being tugged off and you blinked as your eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. “Much better,” Lucy teased, standing right in front of you, her voice low and pouty, “now we can see those pretty eyes.” A familiar hand gripped your wrist, pulling it behind your back, followed quickly by the other one as Gwilym joined Ben behind you and handed over the cuffs, the fluffy black cover in place to make it easier on your wrists. Lucy dragged her hand down the side of your face, distracting you from the two boys behind you. “Look at you, all dolled up for us. Don’t quite know where to start.” Her hand trailed lower, sliding along your jaw and down onto your neck. Your heart raced as the handcuffs clicked into place and Lucy opened her hand as if to choke you. Instead she lightly ran her thumb and fingers down the column of your throat, laying her hand flat once she reached your sternum. You jolted as Gwilym’s hands landed on your arse, grabbing you firmly and almost sending you toppling forward. Lucy continued to trail her hands down your body, squeezing your breasts and teasing your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. You wanted to beg for more, for them to stop teasing you, but the gag prevented you. All you managed to do was let more saliva drip onto your chest. “She’s got a nice arse, can see why you want to keep it to yourself,” Ben laughed, “Can’t expect me to share everything mate.” “Nice tits too,” Lucy said before she reared a hand back and brought it forward to slap one of them. You whined behind the gag, and Lucy’s face lit up. “Let’s hear that again.” Her hand rose up into the air as Ben grabbed your arms, holding you still as she brought it down on your other breast. You whined again, partly because of the slap and partly because of the way Gwilym’s fingers were sliding along your cunt. Every noise you made only served to cover you in more of your own spit. “You were right about how wet she is Lucy.” “Why don’t you bend her over and fuck her,” Ben said as he let go of your arms, “that’s what she’s here for and I can promise her cunt is just as good as her arse.” He gave you a final tap on the hip as he walked off, winking at you from over Lucy’s shoulder before joining Joe and Rami in their conversation.

The next thing you felt was Gwilym’s hand on your back pushing you to bend at the waist as he grabbed your bound arms where Ben had just let go. You looked up at Lucy as best you could, eyes wide at the sound of Gwilym’s zip being pulled down and the shuffle of his clothing. This was it. This was what you’d been secretly dreaming about for years, or close enough anyway. Lucy bent down slightly, bringing her face to your level as your hip was grasped hard by the man behind you. “She’s gagging for it Gwil, drooling everywhere.” That was the only encouragement Gwilym needed before he was sliding into you through the opening in your underwear, not giving you any time to adjust before he was fucking you hard and fast. The plug in your arse increased the fullness and tightness you felt and you squeezed your eyes shut as his hips snapped against you repeatedly. When you opened them Lucy was gone. Disappointment washed over you, compounded by the fact that Gwil was doing nothing to intentionally push you into an orgasm. His thrusts were forceful and made you whine around the gag but he wasn’t angled the right way to hit your g-spot and he refused to touch your clit. “Slow down for a minute would you Gwil, wanna get that gag off her.” Lucy was back, pulling Rami along by the hand. Gwilym adjusted his pace, slowing enough for Lucy to remove the ballgag from your mouth, a long string of spit dripping from your lips as it was thrown to the side. You gasped out, “thank you,” as Lucy ran her thumb over your chin, pushing the drool back up to your mouth. “Liked it better when you couldn’t talk. Rami, sweetie, why don’t you put her mouth to good use.” You whimpered as Rami released his cock and Lucy wrapped her hand around it, pumping a few times before she threaded her fingers through your hair to hold your head still. “Good girl, keep that mouth open nice and wide for us,” she cooed as Rami eased himself inside. He must have given Gwil some kind of signal that you’d missed, too focused on Lucy’s voice, because both of them began thrusting into you at the same time. This time Gwilym started slower, matching Rami’s pace as he worked himself down your throat, gradually speeding up again. Every noise you made in reaction to how Gwilym was fucking you was lost in a wet gag as your throat was used. Complete contrast to the slapping noises of Gwil’s hips against you and the grunts from both men. You knew they were both going to cum and that, at the rate you were going, you wouldn’t be just yet, and that only made you more desperate to touch yourself. It was very very rarely you’d been able to get off from penetration alone and though you tonight could potentially prove to be another of those times, it certainly wasn’t going to happen this quickly. Lucy must have sensed your need because she began to trail her fingertips down your back as she walked away from your head, eventually bringing her hand to your clit. You moaned as you finally felt some kind of relief, the sound muffled by the cock jammed down your throat. “So needy,” Lucy commented to no one in particular, laughing as she removed her fingers and heard you whine. And then she was back in front of you, sucking on the fingers she’d touched you with as she watched more saliva drip off your chin. “Oh, f-fuck,” you heard Gwilym grunt, his cock twitching as he slowed his hips and pulled out of you. You barely had time to register the sudden emptiness and increased desire before you felt him covering your lower back with his cum. He tapped your arse in appreciation and walked away. Lucy leaned in to whisper something in Rami’s ear and with another two thrust he was cumming too, making you swallow every drop before he fell from your lips and tucked himself away. “Think I need a stiff drink after that,” he said as he headed off to find something, leaving you alone with Lucy. You let out a breath as you stood up again, the ache between your legs stronger after Lucy’s much too brief touch. “Think I could use a top up too actually,” Lucy said as she looked around, “I’ll be back in a minute and then we’ll find another use for your mouth. You whimpered as Lucy walked away as well leaving you alone, unable to move properly, dripping and needy, back itchy where Gwilym’s cum had landed. You could see Lucy talking to Ben as he topped up her glass of champagne, Rami and Gwilym standing with them. Turning your head, you found Joe, standing at the table where you’d laid out the toys that you and Ben were open to people using on you. He picked up the leather paddle Ben liked to use when you needed a punishment, tapping it against his palm a few times. Your instinct was to squeeze your thighs together but the spreader bar prevented you. Instead you watched, holding your breath, as Lucy joined Joe. You could see them talking and laughing, Joe still tapping the paddle against his hand absentmindedly. And then they were both walking in your direction, still talking, Joe still holding that damn paddle. You swallowed hard.

As soon as Lucy was in front of you, she wrapped her hand around your throat again, squeezing slightly as she took a sip of her drink. “I checked with Ben, he said this was okay,” She brought her lips to yours. Your first thought was that they were softer than Ben’s. Your second was that she tasted like champagne and strawberry lip gloss. Your third was how much it hurt when she bit your lip and pulled it. “Had to know,” she shrugged, looking at Joe. “Hey, no complaints here,” “D’you want to uncuff her, or should I?” “I’ll do it, you keep making out,” Lucy giggled as she handed over the keys. “Uncuffing me?” you croaked; voice rough from a mixture of not talking and how your throat had been used. “Only because I want your fingers. Gonna use them and that pretty mouth to get me off.” You whimpered and heard a chuckle from behind you as your wrists were finally released. “She hasn’t even heard what I’m gonna do to her yet,” “I was gonna let that be a surprise Joe,” You rolled your shoulders, stretching the stiffness from them, and confessed that you’d already seen the paddle. Lucy tutted as she undid the clasp of your bra, dropping it to the floor as she turned towards the couch and fell into it gracefully, “Might have to blindfold you again after this. Can’t have you ruining any more of our surprises.” She crooked her finger at you and you awkwardly followed her, the spreader bar inhibiting your movement so that each small step drew everyone’s eye. When you were close enough to grab onto the couch for support you eased yourself to your knees and shuffled as close as you could get. Lucy raised her dress slightly, hooking her leg over your shoulder. You could feel the heel of her shoe resting on your back as you were drawn towards her still clothed pussy, a large wet patch proof of how much fun she’d had so far. You hooked your finger into her underwear, pulling it to the side, just as Joe began to speak to the room at large. Lucy’s hand in your hair kept you focused on her, kitten licking along her lips, as Joe began to take bets on how many spanks you could handle before you begged to stop. You weren't sure who said which number, everyone’s voices bleeding into each other as they argued and defended their bets. The lowest you heard was a pitiful five, the highest you were sure came from Ben who put his money on twenty. After all, he knew he’d reached that with you before. You tried to keep your tongue on Lucy as the talk died down again and the nerves rose in your chest, everyone waiting for the first strike. The was a pause, almost silent, and then the paddle came down against your arse, splitting the air with a sharp slap followed by a chorus of voices counting the first strike. You let out a small hiss as you relaxed back into Lucy, drawing a gasp from her as you circled your tongue around her clit. You were a little more prepared for the second spank now that you had an idea of how Joe moved, how forceful his first one had been. It only made you jolt forward, your hitched breath covered by everyone calling out two! The spanks with the paddle came faster and harder as they progressed, making you gasp into Lucy’s cunt as you continued to lick along her folds, gradually adding your fingers one at a time. By the time they’d reached ten spanks you were fighting back tears, three fingers pumping in and out of Lucy, trying to distract yourself from the sting in your arse by listening to the moans and sighs falling from her lips every time you curled your fingers and lapped at her wetness. You could tell she was getting close, rhythmically clenching round your fingers, her heel digging into your back as you took yet another hit. You sucked Lucy’s clit into your mouth as you pressed your fingers in deep, curling them and making her moan. It didn’t take much more than that to have her cumming, though the way you whined as Joe spanked you again probably helped push her over the edge. You let her ride the orgasm out on your fingers, licking up her release until she pushed you away and let her leg drop from your shoulder. As soon as you were free you felt another spank, this one hard enough to push a sob from your throat and tears from your eyes. Everyone yelled out the number thirteen and you braced yourself for another.

You finally broke, crying out to stop at number twenty-two. Mascara stung your eyes and left black lines down your cheeks in the wake of tears you couldn’t stop. As chatter filled the room once more, discussing your performance and claiming Ben shouldn’t win any money since he clearly knew how long you’d last, you heard footsteps approach. Ben’s hand was warm against the back of your head and for a moment you let yourself drop out of the scene, leaning your forehead against his leg and breathing deep to control your tears. “Hey, that wasn’t too much was it?” Joe asked, eyes flicking between you and Ben. “No, not at all. Y/N knew how much she could take and you stopped when she said so.” “Okay, good. Just wanted to check. You seemed a little tense towards the end there.” “Mate, you’re fine. Just not the easiest thing to watch my girlfriend in that position when I’m not the one controlling how hard or how often she gets hit.” “Yeah, Joe, that was great,” you said, looking up at him through watery eyes, “Broke my record.” “And won me fifty quid,” “Good luck getting everyone to pay up,” he chuckled. For the briefest of moments, it felt like the three of you were just hanging out, joking around over a beer down the pub, until Ben leaned down to ask if you were alright to continue. “Yeah, I am,” you nodded, sitting back on your heels and hissing slightly as they came into contact with your red, stinging arse. Even the pain wasn’t enough to dull the ache between your legs. “Then why don’t you be a good whore and give Joe a proper thank you,” he turned to leave, stopping long enough to tell Joe not to be afraid to be rough. “Well come on, thank me. Haven’t got all night,�� Joe towered over you as you hurried to unzip his pants, setting his cock free as you slid them down over his hips. You wrapped your hand around him, thankful to be able to use your hands, as you leaned in to drag your tongue over his tip, collecting the precum that had already begun to accumulate. Clearly he’d enjoyed spanking you. From the way he bucked his hips as you took him between your lips, running your tongue along the underside of his cock, you’d say he enjoyed it quite a lot. He let you set your own pace, bobbing your head as you took him deeper before pulling off him entirely, pumping your hand over his length. Your own need was too much to ignore and you trailed your free hand over your thigh, desperate for some sort of relief. You didn’t get very far though before Joe noticed. “Didn’t say you could do that,” he says as he knocks your hand away with his foot. “Please, Joe, need to cum so bad,” “Things like you don’t need anything. You just want it. Maybe you can convince me though.” He pushed on the back of your head and you took the hint, taking him back into your mouth. He left his hand resting lightly on your head but you could feel the weight of it, aware of how easy it would be for him to hold you down and make you choke. It did nothing to alleviate your desire. “That’s better,” he grunted as you hollowed your cheeks. You picked up the pace, the mere possibility of an orgasm spurring you on. He let out a string of muttered curses as you let him sink deeper, reaching up with your free hand to squeeze his balls lightly. You looked up at him when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, eyes meeting as he snapped his hips towards you, making you gag. When he brought his other hand to your hair you knew you weren’t in control anymore. All you could do was brace your hands on his thighs and try to relax your throat as he thrust into you again and again, heedless of your comfort, your breath, your choked moans. You knew he was getting close by the way he sped up, grunting as he held you down. And then he was out of your throat, covering your chest with his cum while you desperately sucked air into your lungs. You were still gasping when he pulled you back to your feet. He lazily trailed his fingers down your stomach, stopping right before he reached where you wanted him most. “Joe, please,” “No. Didn’t convince me. But maybe someone else will take pity on you.” He withdrew his hand, walking away.

Once again you were going to take matters into your own hands when you were stopped, this time by Ben who was clearly keeping a close eye on you. “Uh uh uh, that’s not allowed.” he said as he grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from your dripping cunt, “if you don’t play along properly we’ll have to stop the game, and then you definitely won’t get to cum.” You whined as he pulled the black bandana from his pocket and tied it round your eyes again. “Didn’t expect you to lose this so quickly, let’s see how long it lasts before Lucy takes it off again.” You nodded, vision removed once more. “Now, are you going to be good or should I tie your hands up again?” “I’ll be good.” “Good. Can’t have you misbehaving in front of everyone.” He gave your arse a swat, making you whimper, as he walked off, leaving you alone and unable to see. It didn’t last long, the being alone part at least. One of the guys, you couldn’t tell who, trailed his fingertips over your collarbone, raising goose bumps and making your breath quicken. He remained quiet, giving you no hint to his identity, as he moved up your neck, fingers coming to rest where it met your jaw. He tilted your head to the side as he leaned in to attach his lips to your skin. You could feel your pulse beating hard under his tongue, a moan dropping from your lips as he kissed his way down your throat. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder before he left chuckling at the way you’d cried out. About a minute passed and then another set of hands were on you, rougher than the last. He, whoever he was, grabbed your wrist pulling your hand out so he could spit into your palm before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

This was exactly how your fantasies normally went – just you and a series of anonymous people using your body however they wanted, rutting into your hand, squeezing your throat as they pinched and pulled your tits, bending you over so they could shove their cock into your mouth or examine the bruises forming on your arse. You could hear snatches of conversations as you were pulled around by numerous hands, never quite sure who was touching you at any given time. On your left you could hear Joe telling someone about the road trip he went on with some friends last month. The juxtaposition of such a casual conversation while you were being fingered to within an inch of your life made your head spin. It was the third time you’d heard the story during the night. Right before he got to the part about almost being left in a truckstop bathroom you heard the familiar click of Lucy’s heels. She was the only one you were certain of when she came close. Well, her and Ben – you had no trouble picking his footsteps or scent from everyone else’s. Perhaps you could have worked out the others except that thinking was becoming harder to do. Your body was covered in splatters of cum at various stages of drying, making you itch, your arse smarted, and you felt like if you didn’t cum soon you were going to combust. You’d been close more times than you could count but never quite got there before those who were fucking you pulled out and left you with their cum straining your underwear or dripping from your lips. You moaned as the fingers still pumping into you sped up. “C’mon Gwil, be nice and let her cum, she looks desperate,” So that was who was tormenting you at the moment, Gwilym was the reason you’d been saying nothing but the word please for the last three minutes. “Think you mean pathetic,” he made no move to alter his pattern “Well if you wont, I will,” her fingers drifted down towards your clit, circling you slowly as Gwilym continued finger fucking you. It only took a few seconds for her to have you moaning out your release, coating both their hands in your juices as you rode the orgasm for as long as they let you. “Thank you,” you said breathlessly as both of them removed their hands from you. Gwilym tapped his fingers against your lips until you let him push them into your mouth. Leaning into your ear he softly said, “I’m going to fuck you again before the night’s done. Properly.” You heard him retreat but then Lucy was grabbing your hand, placing it between her own legs. “Fair’s fair.” She was wet, her cunt welcoming you with a squeeze as you let two fingers slide into her. You began to build a steady pace, searching for that spot that would make her knees buckle. She threw her arms over your shoulders for support as you added a third finger, her nails digging into you as you let your thumb land on her clit. Her moans were muffled by your neck as you pushed her closer to her release, curling your fingers and stroking until she came on shaking legs. “I’m going to have to ask Ben if I can borrow you for a night. Chain you to my bed and play with every inch of you until I can’t cum anymore.” You lost track of how long you’d stood there, being repositioned over and over. Sometimes you had less than a second before one cock was replaced by another, sometimes you were left alone for what felt like hours, listening for any hint of someone approaching but only hearing the conversations happening around you.

When Ben announced that dinner was ready everyone moved toward the table, replacing chairs they’d moved around during the night, a couple of people giving you a last squeeze or slap as they passed. Ben knelt down to release your feet and you almost collapsed against him as he led you towards your designated seat. It was one of the chairs taken from the table everyone sat at, pulled off to the side so you were still within view without being the center of attention. He pulled your arms behind the chair, securing you in place with the handcuffs so you couldn’t move. You could smell the roast Ben had spent the afternoon preparing, along with all the accompanying sides that you’d helped him make. “Is Y/N not eating with us then?” Lucy asked. “Toys don’t need to eat,” “She’s probably full anyway,” Joe said matter-of-factly, “y’know, from how much she’s swallowed tonight.” There were snorts of laughter amongst the tinkling sounds of cutlery and glasses, followed by the melodic buzz of talking, sometimes discussions that involved the whole table, sometimes just kept between two or three people. Occasionally you heard your name mentioned making you jump and focus on the conversation. More often than not it was Ben mentioning you in passing as he talked about the day trip you’d taken to the beach last week or something else equally mundane. But the few less innocent comments you heard made you squirm. Hearing Rami describe how incredible your tits were was enough to have you whimpering, and hearing Gwil talk about how hot you sounded when you came had you clenching your thighs together in your chair. “Fuck, look at her now,” Joe said, accompanied by the sound of someone shifting their chair for a better look, followed by a louder, “you alright?” directed towards you. You whined, knowing you sounded completely desperate but beyond caring, as you tried to get some sort of relief. “Needy whore,” “Wants to be fucked some more,” said with an accompanying laugh. “Someone should do it. Dinner and a show.” “Nah, let her squirm a bit longer,” “If you boys are quite done, I think I have an idea,” “She’s all yours,” You whimpered as Lucy pushed her chair back, listening as the sound of her shoes went past you and then returned a few seconds later. You got a whiff of her perfume, floral and sweet, as she leaned down, hands resting on your thighs. You could feel something pressed between her palm and your leg but couldn’t work out what it was, not with her talking to you so softly, her breath tickling your ear and sending a shiver through you. “You wanna cum again, don’t you? Poor thing.” All you could do was nod, whimpering out a soft, “please.” You were already trembling as she knelt between your legs, caressing your thighs softly before she hooked her fingers into the band of your thong and slid it off you. She lifted one of your legs onto her shoulder so she could push the unknown object into you before she let your leg drop back down and stood up again. You were panting, unsure why she’d teased you so, as she took her seat again. “What’d you do, Luce? Nothing happened,” Rami barely finished speaking when you felt the egg vibrator come to life and a small oh slipped out of your mouth. The vibration increased sending you hurtling towards the orgasm you so badly wanted. You clenched your legs together as you moaned through your release, Lucy reducing the power of the vibrator as you came down. You had maybe five seconds to compose yourself before it was being turned back up again, pulling a string of moaned expletives from you as you fell into another orgasm much more quickly than you ever had before. “There’s your show,” Lucy laughed over your whines as your sensitivity grew. “Pass me the controller for a minute,” Joe said, “how do you use it?” “Just spin that wheel, up makes it vibrate more,” “Like this?” You jerked in your chair as it got stronger, whimpering when he turned it down again. “Oh, easy. Think I’m a little scared of you now Luce.” There was laughter as you tipped over the edge again.

They didn’t let up until they’d had their fill, finishing their dinner to the sound of your heavy panting and moaned requests to stop as you unsuccessfully tried to squirm away from the constant vibrations. The controller was passed from person to person, each one changing the settings according to their own whim. For a while you were left with a low-level buzzing as the controls sat by Gwil’s plate, untouched, giving you as much respite as you could hope for under the circumstances. But then it was back in the hands of Joe who delighted in making you scream as he turned it up high. By the time everyone had eaten their last bite and complimented the meal, the controls were in Ben’s hands. If you’d hoped for leniency, for a kind word of praise as he set you free, you’d hoped wrong. Ben did halt the vibrator, turning it off as he walked towards you and removed your blindfold again, but he also twisted his hand through your hair so he could tug your head up, forcing you to look at the table. Four pairs of eyes were fixed on you as Ben spun the controls to the highest possible setting, watching as your hips bucked and your back arched as much as your bound position would allow you. You couldn’t even scream as you came again, your voice catching in your throat as all the air was pushed from your lungs at once. When he was satisfied with your performance, Ben turned it off and reached between your legs to pull the egg from you, pocketing it as he began collecting dirty dishes with the help of an insistent Lucy, leaving you twitching in the chair. You closed your eyes for a second in an attempt to settle your pounding heart, opening them to find Rami standing in front of you. “I know you lost count of how many orgasms you just had,” he said softly as he kneeled between your legs, “but I’m going to take another one from you.” He pushed your legs wider, probing at your entrance with two fingers as he rubbed your clit with his other hand. You didn’t think you could cum again but his unhurried movements built you up despite how sensitive you felt. He watched your every reaction as he changed the angle of his fingers until he found your gspot. You shook as you tipped over the edge again, unable to resist his steady strokes. “Good girl, knew you had another one for me.” he said as he wiped his hands on his pants.

“What do you think Rami?” Joe asked as he and Gwilym approached. “What do I think about what?” “Best way to play with a girl’s nipples,” “Oh, I guess, like this,” Rami reached out with one hand, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his fingers before tugging it away from your body, making you loudly whine. “Is that really your favourite way?” “It’s a classic. Simple. Easy to control. You can add a twist,” he twisted your nipple until you tried to jerk away, “for a little extra pain if she’s into that.” Joe scoffed, “You cannot beat sucking on a nipple. It’s clearly the best way,” he lowered his head to your chest, his breath fanning out over your sensitive nipple as he moved closer. He took it into his mouth, tracing his tongue around it and sucking gently. Your eyes fluttered closed, releasing a soft moan at how good it felt until he suddenly clamped his teeth down, making you wince. “See? Nothing beats a little bit of tongue and teeth. Well okay Gwil, since you clearly disagree, you wanna demonstrate for the class?” “I don’t necessarily disagree. It just depends on what you want to achieve.” Joe raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, inviting Gwilym to go on. “Well if you want her to moan then yeah, either of your methods is great. But if you’re looking for something a little more painful, maybe more of a punishment, you can’t beat the flick.” Without any warning he dropped his hand towards your other nipple, flicking it quickly, making you jolt. “It’s especially good if you surprise them with it after you’ve been fairly gentle. And the more you do it, the more it hurts.” “Show me again?” Gwilym repeated his flicking motion on both your nipples at once, and then again, each one sending a shock of pain through your chest. You whimpered as his fingers were replaced by Rami’s on one nipple and Joe’s on the others, both testing the flick for themselves. “Okay, that’s pretty good.” “I’ll expect your cheques in the mail soon,” “Wonder what Ben thinks,” Joe said, heading off to find out, followed by Rami. Gwilym stayed behind. “What say we get you out of those cuffs now?” Gwil said as he picked up the keys from where Ben had left them near you. You nodded, expecting there to be a catch, but he leant down behind you and unlocked your restraints without another word. You brought your arms to your front, rolling your wrists, but didn’t have time for anything else before he was dragging you from the chair to the table and pushing you down over it. “Told you I was gonna fuck you again.” Your nails scratched over the smooth surface of the table, looking for something to cling on to as he bottomed out. The best you could manage was to grasp the side of the table, knuckles turning white and plea for him not to stop, as he fucked you. You clenched around him, reaching your peak and falling into an underwhelming orgasm right as he pulled out of you. Before you could stand up again he was pulling you backwards and pushing you to your knees. “Mouth,” he grunted and you had a few seconds to register the way Gwilym was pumping his fist over his cock before he was coating your lips and chin. You had just enough time to swallow what you could lick up before Rami pushed his cock between your lips. It took you by surprise, not having realised the others had returned but you tried to stay relaxed as he thrust into your mouth a couple of times before Joe replaced him. Your hands flew up to grasp their shafts as you alternated between them, sucking one as you jerked the other. Suddenly your hair was being tugged on as Lucy spun your head towards her. She used her free hand to remove her underwear and you obediently leaned in to suck her clit, still jerking Joe and Rami. Lucy pushed you closer to her, your nose nudging her clit as your tongue wandered lower, pulling a few softly spoken expletives from her. You felt like you’d just found the perfect rhythm to please the three of them when you were grabbed under your arms and pulled away. You were dropped on your feet in front of Ben, who sat on the couch. He spun you round and you squealed as he swatted your still sore arse but you bent over for him all the same, trying to relax as he carefully removed the plug he’d wiggled into you that morning. The lube was cold as he squirted a generous amount onto you, using his fingers to make sure you were ready before he pulled you backwards, spreading your cheeks as you slowly sunk down onto him. “Breath,” he said into your ear and you realised you’d been holding your breath, “You good?” “Mmhmm,” you tilted your head back, eyes closed as the stretch settled into a deep fullness. Ben leaned into the back of the couch, almost lying down, and you felt your legs being spread. You barely had time to react to Rami plowing into your cunt, the moan getting caught in your throat as Joe filled your mouth with his cock. Somewhere to your left you could hear Gwilym and Lucy laughing about you being sealed airtight but the joke barely registered in your brain, much too concerned with how incredibly full you were. Joe timed his thrusts to match Rami’s, the force making you rock on Ben’s cock even as he stayed relatively still. Your eyes fluttered shut, stray tears clinging to your eyelashes as you tried not to let the mix of sensations overwhelm you. You felt the couch dip a little as Lucy knelt beside you, grabbing your hand and placing your fingers at her entrance. She rocked against your hand, chasing the release she’d been close to getting from your tongue. Gwil grabbed your other hand, wrapping it around his cock, but you hardly noticed his rutting as Ben suddenly thrust up into you. Your whole body felt hot, a fire spreading through you as you were fucked from every angle, a fuzz settling in your brain as the pleasure took over. You shook as an orgasm rolled through you, Rami pulling out of you and jerking himself off onto your tits. As soon as Rami stepped back Joe took his place, pushing deep into you as Lucy brought your head to her chest. She arched her back into you as you sucked a nipple into your mouth. Joe and Ben were so in sync as they thrust in and out of you, filling you more completely than you’d ever felt before. “Fuck,” Joe grunted as he pulled out of you, cumming over your stomach. You whined as Lucy pushed three fingers into your overly sensitive cunt, your head being pulled away from her breasts so Gwil could fuck your throat. Your own choked moans echoed in your ears as your whole body buzzed and your vision slipped in and out of focus. You felt like you were floating between them, unable to find anything real to cling on to or ground you. You were vaguely aware of Lucy’s rapidly increasing ohs as she rubbed her clit and reached her own release on your hand. She continued to pump her fingers into you, curling them until you were seeing stars. The moan you made around Gwil’s cock had him cursing as he filled your mouth with his cum, watching it drip over your lips as he pulled out. You hastily sucked in a breath of air, it going some way to making you feel less lightheaded, but the breath was quickly pushed from your lungs again as Ben grasped your hips and began to slam you down on his cock repeatedly. It didn’t take him long to reach his own climax, pulling out as he released his load so that it dripped down between your legs.

You still felt floaty and dizzy as Ben picked you up and lay you down on the couch with a pillow under you head. “She’s done guys,” he said to the rest of the group, nodding his head to the table as an invitation to join him. Everyone stayed a little while longer, sitting around and talking over coffee and cake like it was a regular dinner party, like they hadn’t just collectively fucked you into a different realm. You stayed curled up on the couch, dozing on and off as you gradually got the buzzing in your body to stop. Your dazed state stretched on as everyone left, snatches of goodbyes floating to you from the doorway. When you thought back a week later you could distinctly remember hearing Gwilym say he’d love to do that again if you were ever going to repeat the experience. Once the door was shut and the music stopped, Ben knelt down by your head, brushing your hair away from your face. “Y/N?” He said softly. You blinked your eyes open and smiled up at him. “That was fun,” you felt groggy and tired but you laughed as Ben pulled you into a tight bear hug, “You shouldn’t hug me Ben, I’m covered in cum and smudged makeup and lube and whatever else, gonna ruin your clothes.” “Clothes shmothes. As if I’m not gonna hug you after that. You were fucking incredible.” You buried your face in his neck, breathing deeply. “How do you feel?” “Like I need a shower.” “How about a bath?” “Even better.” Ben kissed the top of your head before he let you go, wrapping his arm around your waist as he led you to the bathroom. You picked up a facecloth as Ben ran the bath, using it to clean the mascara tear tracks and smudged lipstick from your cheeks and chin. “Let me help,” Ben said softly, dropping to his knees and unhooking your stockings from the garter belt, sliding both down your legs and throwing them into the laundry hamper. You ruffled his hair in gratitude, the tiredness you felt only getting more pronounced as the seconds slipped by. The tub wasn’t full but you needed to sit down, carefully stepping over the edge and easing yourself into the hot water. Ben quickly shed his own clothes, adding them to the hamper, and climbed in behind you. You stayed sitting just long enough to turn the water off before the tub overflowed, and then leaned back against Ben. “How do you feel?” he asked again as he picked up your soap and washcloth, “now that you’re in a bath I mean.” “Tired and a little sore. And kinda feel like crying but I’m not sure why.” He ran the washcloth along your shoulder and down your arm, beginning to scrub your skin clean. “Well I’ve booked you in for a massage tomorrow afternoon, so that should help with the sore. As for the tired, I am gonna make you stay awake a little longer, but you can relax while I take care of you and you can sleep in tomorrow.” “And the random crying?” “Just your brain rebalancing. It was flooded with a bunch of endorphins and different emotions. Cry as much as you need to, it’s cathartic and it’ll make you feel better.” You nodded, tilting your head back to look at him, “did you have a good time?” “Absolutely. That was so unbelievably hot. Definitely gonna keep me going next time I’m away,” You both laughed softly as he gently pushed you forward so he could wash your back. He pushed your hair out of the way and traced his finger over a mark on your shoulder. “You got a few souvenirs from tonight,” “Is that the bitemark?” “Yeah. Do you know who left it?” “Not really. At the time I thought it might be Rami but I’m not sure. What else have I got?” “Couple red spots where people slapped you. Quite a few scratches.” “Lucy,” you both said at the same time with a chuckle. Ben kept talking to you as he shampooed and conditioned your hair and while he wrapped you in a big fluffy towel. He kissed you on the forehead again and told you to go hop into bed, that he’d be with you in a moment. “And don’t go to sleep yet either. I’ll be quick.” You did as he asked, having just enough energy to slip into one of his tee shirts and a fresh pair of undies before hopping under the covers. You snuggled down deep, closing your eyes as your head landed on the pillow, ignoring Ben’s request to stay awake. But, try as you might, sleep wouldn’t come. Your body was too amped up, still kind of horny despite everything, leaving you simultaneously dead tired and wide awake. Sitting up again you reached for your laptop, figuring you might as well watch some Netflix or something. And then the tears started, virtually out of nowhere. When Ben came back, in fresh pyjamas straight from the clean washing yet to be put away, he found you hunched over, clutching your knees to your chest and crying uncontrollably. He placed the items he was carrying down on his bedside table before he joined you in bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you leaned into his chest. He rubbed your back and mumbled soft words of praise until you managed to stop. “Sorry,” you said as you wiped at your eyes, “it just hit me,” “Nothing to apologise for babe, I told you to let it out. Do you feel better?” “A bit, yeah,” “Here, brought you something,” he handed you a glass of water and a plate of food, everything from the dinner you’d been unable to eat, put aside especially for you, “wanted to make sure you ate something and drank some water before you slept,” You nodded already biting into a warm potato. “What d’you want to watch?” “Don’t care, as long as I don’t have to think.” He picked an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine at random. You’d both seen it before so it wouldn’t matter if you fell asleep while it played but it was funny enough to keep you entertained as your brain and body relaxed. After you’d finished eating Ben offered you a row from a block of chocolate claiming it’d help your body balance itself and feel more normal. You didn’t know if that was true but you ate it regardless. Finally he was ready to let you settle down. He got up to turn the light off as you packed away the laptop and once again snuggled down under the covers. You hissed slightly as he slid in behind you, coming into contact with your bum. “Shit, I’m sorry babe, should have got a cold compress on that earlier,” “‘s alright. Do it tomorrow, it’ll be fine.” your eyes were much too heavy to be worried about how you’d bruise. Ben agreed, pulling you against his chest carefully. “I love you Y/N, so much,” he said softly as he leaned his head against your neck. You were already asleep.

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #borhap cast smut #borhap cast imagine #rami malek x reader #lucy boynton x reader #joe mazzello x reader #gwilym lee x reader #my writing #(it took a little longer than 10 mins to get up #cause i had some problems with formatting #but its here #its long (maybe too long lmao)#its filthy #god how did i get here?

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secret-engima · 5 years ago

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oh my /gosh/, your new snippet, im melting from sheer cuteness and adorableness, /thankyouthankyouthankyou/!!! also, a thought has occurred. considering the way Axis feels about being /taken/ as a Shield, and that he ends up as one later on, im wondering how he went from point A to point B. Though Nox refraining from /forcing/ a bond was likely a factor in that decision, Axis knows damn well the kid could've forged the bond right then and there, and he /didn't/. That /means/ something.

Glad you enjoyed! And yes, it very much DOES impact how Axis becomes the Shield later on. Mostly it’s just ... the process of getting to know this Disaster Human that is Nox and realizing that he’s got a massive blindspot in combat (because Nox instinctively expects Gladio to step in and protect it and probably always will) and he starts guarding that spot for him when they fight because hey, he’s not going to let a kid just- die because he’s an idiot. Then later, there’s ... there’s genuine respect between them. Friendship and trust and Axis begins to think that ... if he was this kid’s Shield, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Then one day, for reasons I have not yet written, Nox offers Axis his magic. Not a bond. Not a binding. Not a claim of King over Shield. A gift of strength and power to fight and defend and heal those he cares about, freely offered and not expecting anything in return, and that is when Axis realizes that he wants to be Nox’s Shield. He wants to swear himself to this young king-in-exile and no other because Nox- Nox deserves it. He deserves it, and he is Trusted and Family and Adopted Clan by this point. He will no more chain Axis’s soul than he would lay a hand on his beloved, quirky Uncle. Nox knows what Axis is, knows he could have Axis at any time to protect that blindspot of his and yet instead of that- instead of binding him, Nox has instead offered him the strength to go off and wage his own wars, to stand toe to toe with the vaunted Kingsglaive in terms of destructive power that he could just- run away with and never look back. Nox would let him. Nox would let Axis take this gift and then hare off into the wilderness, never to be seen again.

Nox will never bind Axis’s loyalty to him, and that is why Axis gives it freely instead. Tattoos it to his skin in a shawl of colored dragon scales so that all Galahdians who see will know that Axis has given his loyalty to this king-exile rather than have it taken as a matter of course.

#SE asks #anon asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Nox verse #Axis Arra

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lonelypond · 4 years ago

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Nico Attacks: A Campfire Story, Ch. 4

Love Live, NIcoMaki, 1.7K, 4/4

Summary: Maki is hoping Nico is out of tricks, but will there be a treat?

Trick or....?

The music was still playing. And pernicious. It had to go. Maki found the speakers, but they were secured in strong harnesses. To keep her safe as well as random animals and children who might wander by(although Nico had a twitch about chipmunks for some reason). Maki imagined Nico climbing up trees to set everything up. For better or worse, Nico was all about the personal touch. No one did anything like Nico. It had fascinated Maki from her first encounter with the charismatic, ambitious, and quicksilver charmer she’d married. The lantern caught a glint of pink. Ah, Maki had tracked the source of the evil, Nico’s back up mp3 player. Maki reached up to pull it out of its cozy case, and resisted the urge to stomp it into the ground. It wouldn’t have damaged it though, like Nico, it was made of surprisingly resilient material. When other people saw Nico and thought soft, tiny, fluttery petal, Maki just chuckled and waited for them to crawl, battered and crying, out of whatever battle arena they’d chosen to confront Nico in. Urban or wilderness environment, social media or backstage fan meet and greet, Nico thrived. Not that the Nishikino mountain camp was a particularly wild spot, still Nico was as much in her element here as performing on a stage or anonymous in downtown Tokyo, elbowing people out of the way for rare Idol collectibles.

Maki sighed, she couldn’t imagine Nico had a prank climax better than forced listening to deliberately awful versions of Maki’s original creations, but it was Nico, so there were always surprises. She had the sudden urge to just turn around and have Nico right there, ready to be pulled into her arms and distracted from further chaos. But first, some payback was required. Or at least some grumpiness. So Maki stomped her boots, set her jaw, and turned toward the cabin. Nico was going to have to earn her Halloween treat.

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Dia had always been fussy. Nico had just crawled into the tent to kiss Dia and Ruby before she headed to the cabin to complete the Halloween prankfest. Ruby was curled up against her sister, soundly asleep, red hair such a vivid reminder of Maki, their child’s rare sweetness protected fiercely by everyone around her. As Nico smiled at her daughters, Dia’s green eyes opened suddenly. The scowl was accusatory as was the whispery hiss.

“Bzzzt...you’re going to wake up, Ruby, Mom.”

“Nico is quiet.” Nico smiled, pulling Dia’s blanket up, “You take good care of her, bun.”

Dia nodded, serious and grave. Neither Maki nor Nico claimed credit for that part of Dia’s personality. Maki had always seemed more mature than her years, but had been quick to revert to the goof Nico loved to tease. Dia vibed grandfatherly accountant.

“What’re you going to do next?” Dia whispered.

NIco smiled, “Make sure your Mama gets home safe.”

Dia nodded. She could approve that. “You could help her change clothes too. The pumpkins were really messy.”

Nico swallowed a nervous giggle. They’d obviously used the “changing clothes” excuse too many times in Dia’s hearing. Nico was just glad this was the RinPana tent and not one Nozomi was anywhere near.

“I’ll do my best. If your Mama wants help.”

Nico wasn’t sure about that one. She’d probably gone a little far with the Soldier Game and Bibi remixes. But Maki shouldn’t have said that Nico was slowing down. Nico always kept two steps ahead of Dia and several jumps ahead of Maki. Nico snorted, remembering Maki’s panic when she’d seen Nico’s glare.

Dia glared and pointed at Ruby. “Shh.”

Nico nodded, kissing Dia softly on the forehead, “Don’t worry so much.”

“Don’t let Mama get too mad. Ruby gets sad.”

“Nico will do her best.” And Nico did the quietest, quickest version of her signature gesture yet, “Nico Nico Ni.”

It was as good as a lullaby, Dia yawned and flipped over. Nico waved to a Hanayo absorbed in her phone, grabbed the lantern, and went back to mischief.

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Maki was on the right path. The trees were thinning out. There was no warped music in the air, taunting and teasing her. The air had a bracing chill, light from the lantern scattered against roots, bushes, and branches in intriguing patterns. Everyone else was settled in camp, around the campfire, a comfortable picture, but Maki was enjoying this solitude, stopping to glance up at her favorite seasonal constellations, feeling her posture straighten up after weeks of being hunched over a midi keyboard scoring an animated short for an Oscar winning studio. Of course, there still might be traps. Nico was always thorough about anything she did. Maki chuckled, when had dates become this crazy? Well, kinda always, she admitted to herself with a giggle. One of their first dates had been running away from Rin pretending to be paparazzi so a booby trapped trail of minor terrors was very Nico. Maybe it was past time to leave Ruby and Dia with her parents for a couple of weeks and take her wife off somewhere romantic. To reeducate Nico on what constituted a proper date. Nico always claimed marriage precluded dating, but Maki relished Nico in courtship mode, on the rare occasion the Number One Idol in any universe decided to be the Number One Wooer. But recently, Nico had been even crazier busy working on her switch to directing and producing.

A rustle. To the right. Maki froze, listening. No followup movement so either gravity on a leaf or a nocturnal animal rushing off. But she needed to pay more attention. Nico surely had more tricks in mind as Maki approached the cabin.

Dark, silent cabin in sight and fishing wire across the path. Nico suddenly being obvious? Maki knelt and pulled the lantern through the obstacle. Rows of softly lit luminaries and golden fairy lights created a lovely path to the separate entrance they’d had installed for the master suite. Had Nico switched to treats?

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Nico lit the last candle, and the low light around the master bath set a cozy, romantic mood Nico wanted to stay and enjoy with her stubborn, gorgeous, slippery even when not wet wife. But as much as Nico claimed this was a revenge prank, Maki had also been spending too much time commuting between Tokyo and Uchiara, dealing with both the girls and Nishikino family business while Nico was working on her directorial debut. So Maki was definitely peopled out even before all of their Muse family had arrived for the Halloween camp out.

Nico smiled, remembering years of sitting together, fireside, with Maki, telling stories of when they each realized it was love, reminiscing about the Muse training camp that had proven their connection deeper than either had been ready to acknowledge.

Humming “Yume No Tobira,” Nico scattered rose petals over the scented bathwater, smiling at the ripples that would turn into waves when Maki stretched out those dreamfuel legs to dip them into the water, sink in, lean back, eyes closed, shimmering red hair wrapped in a turban, arms stretched out...Nico dipped a hand in the water, splashing her face to shake off fantasy mode. She meant to give Maki some solitude. After that, there would be time for mutual appreciation.

Nico saw the fairy lights glow on. Maki had arrived. Pulling up her dark hoodie, Nico headed to the front door. Maki would probably follow the path Nico had created so Nico could sneak back to the campsite. And then, tomorrow, Nico would show up bright and early to cook a beautiful princess a delicious brunch.

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“Nico?” Umi stepped out of her tent.

“She’s not here.” Nozomi said with a smirk, “What do you need?”

“Kotori wanted to know what the plan was for breakfast.”

“In bed, I’d guess.” Nozomi winked.

“What do you mean? Maki was quite determined…”

“How long have you known the two of them, Umi?”

Awkward silence and then Umi sighed.

“Where’s your wife?”

“Passed out from exhaustion.”

Umi paled, not quite taken sick enough to faint. Nozomi chuckled, “Why do you even ask?”

Umi rolled her eyes with a wry chuckle, “That is a very good question. I will consider it. Good night, my friend.”

Nozomi waved, continuing to sip her herbal tea. It was a beautiful night, crisp and clear. She always appreciated the chance to exist in mountain stillness, far from urban bustle.

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Ahmad Jamal. "Jeff". Just perfect. Maki swooped a hand hrough the water. The shower had gotten the pumpkin goop out of her hair. Now, warm water and flickering candles. Nico knew how to set a romantic scene. There had even been a snack, bruschetta warm from the oven, the perfect Chianti to accompany it. Maki's private chef. Smiling at so many memories and tracing a languid finger across her now tingling lip, Maki wondered where the Halloween imp was. And perfectly timed, her phone pinged.

N: The stars here are stunning, but don’t leave Nico breathless like your eyes.

M: I was wrong. You haven’t matured at all.

N: And you haven’t gotten any better at flirting.

Maki paused, wondering if she dared.

M: I’m just so...

N: ?!?!?!

M: Wet.

Maki splashed her hand across the surface, imagining Nico’s expression.

N: You’re giggling, aren’t you. That’s not flirting, that’s…

M: ?!?!?!

N: Provoking. Nico is provoked.

M: Not as provoked as I was listening to...

N: Nico is a genius (￣︶￣;)

M: Nico is a terror ƪ(`▿▿▿▿´ƪ). Trick or trap.

N: That’s not how it goes. Nico prepared a full, IMPRESSIVE, immersive Halloween experience. You shivered, don’t lie to Nico.

M: ((ﾟ□ﾟ;))

M: I might be cold. Or…

N: Or?

M: You know, wet ^.~

N: You are going to be so embarrassed when Nico asks you exactly how wet…

Maki put the phone down, her face was flaming, she could feel it. Conversations with Nico always went just too far. But the thought of Nico showing up, opening the door, knowing Maki was under the sheets, waiting...Maki stood up, legs already shaky, Nico’s voice repeating whispers in her memory. A brash knock on the door to the master suite startled her as her phone pinged. Nico always ruined fantasies. Or improved them.

N: Trick or treat?

M: Just come inside.

N: (^_<)～☆

M: I can still lock the door.

And there was Nico’s bright, knowing laugh in the bedroom, “Nico just wants a sweet.”

Maki draped a towel over her shoulder and opened the door, “All right.”

A/N: You did good, voters.

Working on my multi chapters, chunk by chunk.

Do you like Edgar Allan Poe? We did radio plays. https://anchor.fm/upstart-arts/episodes/The-Cask-Of-Amontillado-em6rq3

#NicoMaki #nico attacks #Love Live #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #sonoda umi #tojo nozomi #camping

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mothercetrion · 5 years ago

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Safety

Summary: A walk in the woods and a mild injury leads to a newfound closeness.

Characters: Erron Black, Kotal Kahn

Word Count: 2012

Request: “How about some Kotalblack where, while out in the wilderness, Erron gets a leg injury. Nothing major, just enough to make walking difficult. Basically, I just want a fic where Koyal sweetly carries Erron around the entire time.” - anonymous

this is for you anon!! im sorry its many months late. i feel bad but it’s here!!! enjoy :) warning for really mild injury [crossposted to AO3]

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“Thank you for offering to walk with me this evening, Erron.”

“Ain’t anythin’ big, Kotal. Just like the extra time with ya… I know you’re busy a lot.”

Kotal gently squeezed at Erron’s hand as they stepped over a fallen tree. “I am. That is why I am extra glad that you are here.”

Beneath Erron’s bandana, he was smiling.

The two of them had decided to embark on Kotal’s weekly walk in the Outworld jungle together one evening. It was the first time that both Kotal and Erron were free; endless new alliances between Outworld and other realms led to Kotal being a very busy man. He had little time to spend with his love.

Fortunately, their schedules had cleared up, and both of them were more than glad to walk together.

“Have you kept busy?” Kotal asked as they walked through a clearing.

“Here and there, making errands. Spending more time in Earthrealm than I would like to.” Erron sighed deeply. “Lots of Special Forces stuff. Lots of Cage and Cage Jr.”

Kotal chuckled to himself. “Those two are often a handful. A good amount of jokes between them.”

“Too many. They’re why I like it here more.” Erron looked up to Kotal. “Well, that, and… you’re here.”

Kotal smiled. He was glad that Erron was becoming more open with his compliments. It had taken a while of going out for Erron to drop his worries of it ending as quickly as it had started. It had been eons since Erron had been in a steady relationship (if he had ever been in one at all); he wasn’t used to the stability. Kotal was more than happy to hear him be more open.

They continued to walk for a while longer before stopping in a vast clearing of grass and trees. Kotal sat on the ground next to a tree and patted the ground next to him, and Erron sat down next to him, leaning back against the tree with a content sigh.

It was nice for them to be able to just take a break. Their lives had been so hectic for so long. They hadn’t even really a chance to breathe in days. It was nice to them to just sit in serenity, with one another and no one else to bother them. It was nice.

Erron leaned his head to rest on the side of Kotal’s arm. He wasn’t tall enough to reach his shoulder. “I’m glad that things are easing up.”

“As am I.” Kotal reached over a hand and placed it on Erron’s knee. “Perhaps you can finally spend more than a day in Outworld… We can just be with one another, like right now. Nothing sounds as blissful.”

Erron tugged at his bandana and pulled it off, and a small smile was on his face. “I would really like that… I really would.”

Kotal leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. Erron lifted his head to kiss along his jaw, then the two met halfway and kissed properly. They pulled away quickly and smiled at one another, then they both leaned against the tree and rested their eyes. They had no intention of sleeping, but… it was so peaceful among those trees. Closing your eyes was the greatest way to take it in.

After a while, Erron moved to stand up with a grunt. “Hope you don’t mind… Need to use the restroom real quick,” he said quietly.

Kotal nodded with a smile. “Of course not, my sun. I understand.”

Erron walked off behind some bushes a good distance away from Kotal. Kotal continued to enjoy the peacefulness of the area around him while Erron was occupied. He adored nature, if he were to be honest. If he were stressed or needed some time to himself, he could step into nature for a while and just… take it all in. Breathe in the scent of the grass and the leaves, listen to the chirp of Outworldian birds, and perhaps even swim in a creek or lake or pond if he were to travel deep enough. He always took time to dedicate himself, his mind and his body, to the natural world around him.

His dedication was interrupted when he heard the snapping of several branches, followed by a very loud, “Fuck!”

Kotal immediately rose to his feet and hurried over to where Erron was located, being careful so he didn’t disturb him if he was still using the restroom. Much to his surprise, he saw Erron laying on the ground, his left foot stuck in a deep hole. He looked vastly uncomfortable and in pain… and pissed.

“These fuckin’ animals in these woods, diggin’ damn holes,” he grumbled. He looked up at Kotal. “I’m fine, honey. Just… Just fell down.”

“Do you need help getting up?” Kotal asked, squatting down so Erron did not have to strain his neck to see him. “You appear to be in pain.”

“My ankle’s hurtin’ but I doubt it’s anything bad.” Erron lifted his torso up so he was sitting on the ground, and he went to pull his leg from the hole but grunted in pain. He pushed past it and pulled it completely out of the hole, gritting his teeth and crying out. “Fuck… That hurt.”

“Let me assist you.” Kotal rose to his feet and grabbed at Erron’s arms, pulling him to his feet and helping him stand. Putting even a little weight on his foot caused Erron to wince, and Kotal immediately lifted him up by his elbows. “You are wounded. Sit down for a moment.”

He ushered Erron back over to the tree and helped him sit down, and he knelt in front of him and gently grabbed as his left foot. He went to remove Erron’s boot and stopped when the gunslinger winced. “I apologize… I must remove it to make sure that it is not broken,” he said quietly, offering Erron an encouraging smile. “I hate that it is distressing you.”

“It’s fine… No need to make a big fuss. It’s probably just sprained,” Erron replied hurriedly. “Just pull it off. I’ll be fine.”

Without much more of a warning, Kotal pulled the boot completely off of his foot and tossed it to the side. Erron could not help but cry out loudly, and he covered his mouth with his hand to hide his anguish. Kotal quietly apologized and removed his sock, investigating his ankle with furrowed brows. It was already beginning to swell, but it wasn’t severely disfigured.

“You were right. I believe it is sprained,” Kotal said quietly, “but it is a bad sprain nonetheless. It must be immobilized for a few days. Therefore… you cannot make the walk back home.”

Erron shook his head as Kotal worked to put his sock and shoe back on. “I’m making the walk. It just needs… It needs to be worked out. A little weight won’t kill it.”

Kotal looked up at him with a faint smile. “You are not a little man, my sun,” he teased.

Erron rolled his eyes and grabbed onto Kotal’s arm, pulling himself onto his good foot. “I promise, honey, I’ll be okay walking. You can hold my hand in case I fall, if that makes you feel any better.”

That’s exactly what Kotal did. Gripping tightly onto his hand, Kotal led Erron through the woods, allowing him to walk slowly as to not injure his ankle any further. Every step for Erron was painful, as evidenced by him tightening his hold on Kotal’s hand every time his foot touched the ground, in addition to his occasional whimper.

After nearly ten minutes of struggling, Kotal finally stepped in front of Erron and held out a hand to him, stopping him in place. “My sun, please stop. I cannot stand to see you hurt yourself further.”

Erron looked up at Kotal with furrowed brows. “I’m fine, Kotal. We’re gonna go home, and I’ll elevate it and ice it and everything. Swear on it.”

“I know you will,” Kotal said, “but you have been struggling to walk since we began our trek home. I know you are in pain.”

Before Erron could protest, Kotal leaned down and lifted Erron into his arms by his legs, settling him in his arms bridal style so he was comfortable. Erron immediately began pushing against his chest, trying to fight his way down. “Kotal, put me down. I can walk on my—”

“You are not allowed to walk until you rest your ankle,” Kotal said seriously. “Until then, I will carry you. Do not fight this.”

Erron let his head fall back as he groaned. But he didn’t complain further as Kotal began to carry him through the woods, walking gently as to not hurt his ankle. Erron eventually rested his head against his shoulder, taking in the scenery around them as they went on their way.

After a while, Erron closed his eyes and yawned heavily. Kotal looked at him and chuckled. “Are you tired?”

“You’re so warm,” Erron admitted, keeping his eyes closed, “and I ain’t having to walk… I ain’t gonna fall asleep though.”

“You’ve been very busy lately. I know you are exhausted, no matter what you say.” Kotal looked back to the pathway with a smile. “If you sleep, that is fine. I will take care of you upon our return.”

“I might catch a wink or two… if you insist.”

It didn’t take long for Kotal to look down and see Erron dozed off against his arm. For once, he did not look intense or on edge or anything. He looked… peaceful. Serene. Relaxed. More handsome than ever.

Kotal walked even more slowly to be sure that Erron got his proper rest. He cared very deeply about the man he loved; every ounce of him wanted him to be safe and happy. Never in his life did he love a man so strongly. He wondered how he became so lucky as to have someone like him in his life.

Soon enough, Kotal had carried Erron completely through the woods and back to their living quarters. Upon entering their shared room, Kotal placed Erron down on their bed as gently as he could manage. He kneeled next to the bed and began removing his boot a second time, working carefully as to not disturb his ankle.

But Erron was awakened just as his sock slipped off of his foot. He grimaced slightly and looked over at Kotal, and he smiled softly. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Hello.” Kotal turned his ankle and took note of its increased swelling. “I apologize for waking you. How do you feel?”

“Sore,” Erron replied truthfully. “Maybe, just maybe, I should’ve listened to you.”

Kotal let out a deep chuckle. “If only.” He gently rolled his ankle over and inspected it fully. “I still believe it is a bad sprain. I worry that my aid will not be enough to allow it to properly heal. You may need a medic.”

Erron shook his head hurriedly. “Not necessary. A few days of rest and ice will do me fine.”

Kotal lifted a brow in concern. “If you are sure, then I will not push it. But you must rest it. Promise me.”

Erron reached forward a hand towards Kotal. “Shake on it. You have my word.”

Kotal grabbed his hand and shook it gently. “Good. If you break your promise, I will not be pleased,” Kotal warned. Anyone could hear the joke in his voice.

Erron raised his hands. “Oh no, I’ll be in trouble if I break my promise? Scary,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kotal laughed loudly then. He climbed to his feet and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing Erron’s hand. “I am glad that you are well, my sun. I must admit that I was worried.”

“No need to be.” Erron waved his free hand. “I’ve hurt myself worse. I, um… I appreciate it though. It means a lot.”

Kotal smiled at him. “Anytime, Erron.”

#kotal kahn #erron black #kotalblack #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #fic #my fic #mine

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arthurs-wife · 6 years ago

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The Stagecoach Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore

Anonymous said to arthurs-wife: Hello! I’ve just done the mission where Mary asks Arthur to run away with her and I was going to ask if you could write a story where Arthur goes behind the readers back to run away with Mary and leaves the reader worried about him for weeks aswell as the gang so she’s rides out to look for him and finds him and Mary kissing leaving her heartbroken as well as Arthur as he begins crying/ pleading for her to come back. Could you make it a happy/ fluffy ending? Thank you ✨💕

A/N: this got lonk. i hope it makes some sense, thank you so much for the prompt and your patience!

You stood to the side of Arthur’s tent, around the wagon, and tapped your foot nervously. If you went in there were you too needy? Did you maybe give him some time? It had only been one kiss, maybe just play it off, act natural.

You took a deep breath and swung yourself around the wagon and opened your mouth to… an empty bed. Deflated, you dropped your arms to your side and looked around. Strange, his bed looked neater and the pictures were gone from his bedside table and wagon. Your head whipped around to see if his horse was still hitched, she wasn’t.

“Charles!”

Within seconds he was at your side, strapped in and ready to go.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s Arthur,” you gestured to his empty cabin, “I think he’s gone.”

Charles surveyed the scene and motioned for you to follow him. You mounted your horses and rode off towards Valentine.

A train blundered past you both, blowing its horn and clacking away as you struggled to keep up with Charles. You both skidded into the train station and hitched your horses and barrelled inside.

“When did the last train leave?” you demanded of the ticket man and Charles put his hand on your shoulder.

“Why just a few minutes ago,” the ticket man said, holding his hands up a little at your tone.

“Did you see a man get on,” you asked, “tall-ish, long brown hair and a hat with a rope around it? Would have been wearing a blue shirt probably.”

“Oh! Oh yes,” the man said excitedly, happy he could provide you with at least a little information, “yes he came through with a woman early this morning.”

“What did she look like?” Charles asked because your throat had suddenly become so tight you couldn’t breathe.

“Brown hair, freckle on her right cheek,” he said.

“Where did they go?” you managed to ask.

“I’m sorry miss,” he said, “I didn’t sell them the tickets, just happened to see them get on board.”

There was nothing more to do, so you walked out of the station, barely registering your surroundings. The sun was up proper now and people in Valentine were starting to stir.

“Who is she?” you asked when Charles had appeared beside you.

“That’d be Mary,” he said, taking your hand and walking to your horses, “I’m surprised he actually did it this time.”

“Did what?”

“Start a new life with her.”

The sun was cold.

*** You spent most of your time in the wilderness, scouting out towns and huddled around your campfire, looking for Arthur. Sometimes Charles stayed with you to help look, but you felt more alone when he was there.

Dutch had been enraged when Charles informed him what Arthur had done and locked himself away in his tent. Hosea tried to talk to him but found more yield talking to a wall. The only person who didn’t seem to be affected was Micah, who strode around the camp, thumbs in his suspenders.

“Looks like pretty boy got himself a train out of here as quick as he could, huh?”

Only Charles and Jack had offered to help you look for him, as fruitless an effort it may be.

You all rode from the Mountains of West Elizabeth to Annesburg and there was no trace of the man. One night you and Charles and John sat around a campfire on an unseasonably cold night and drank from your respective flasks. John offered you a cigarette and you took one.

“I don’t know what Dutch is gonna do if we can’t find him,” he said, mumbling as he lit his cigarette, “might just implode. Been going that way for a while.”

“Dutch’ll keep on going,” Charles shook his head, “he’s dealt with this before.”

“Doesn’t mean he was the better for it,” John said.

You laid there listening to them talk and looked up at the stars and wondered why you were even looking for Arthur. You all were going through the motions now, doing your due diligence to make sure that if you did find Arthur, he’d know you all really did care about him.

Not that he cared for you.

*** “Get behind here.”

Charles grabbed your sleeve and pulled you behind a pillar. You had finally made it to Saint Denis, three full weeks after Arthur had left you. It was the industrial side of town and the buildings were crammed together like sardines, you hated it here and could tell Charles did too.

“What is it?” you whispered and Charles nodded to a stagecoach.

You turned to look and it stopped in front of a house. The driver stepped off and opened the door, holding his hand out for-

“That’s her, Mary,” Charles hissed and you felt him restless beside you.

When she was down another man stepped out and if it weren’t for that stupid smile you wouldn’t have recognized him.

Hair trimmed short and faded on one side, his beard almost non-existent, clean suit and not a speck of dirt on his shoes. Arthur stepped out of the carriage and Mary grabbed his hand, pulling him down and kissing him.

And that just made you so god damn mad.

“Arthur you son of a bitch!”

You stomped out of your precarious hiding space and barely heard Charles trying to drag you back. The breath had left your lungs to be replaced with cold fire and brimstone and you pulled back your fist and punched him dead in the jaw.

Like it mattered, your fists were fleas compared to his face but you think you got the point across. Tears filled your eyes and you didn’t even care about Mary at this point, all your rage was focused on this man who was doing just fine without the rest of you.

“Y/n, wait, I-”

“I’m done waiting!” you cried, “I waited three weeks for you to show your face, you coward! We all waited! Do you know what you did to us?”

“I know and I’m sorry-”

“I don’t care how sorry you are!”

Charles had come up behind you quietly and taken your hand and it calmed you down a little. Always a light in such trying times. Arthur turned his gaze to Charles and pleaded with him silently.

“At least we know you’re okay, Arthur,” Charles said and you could hear the venom in his voice, see the way Arthur recoiled from it. Mary walked up to Arthur and looked between the three of you.

“Arthur, who is this?” she asked, looking at you. Somehow you couldn’t be mad at her. She was beautiful and strong enough to tear Arthur away from a life that would kill him. “Mary this is y/n,” he sighed, “and Charles.”

“You two seem to have some kind of relationship,” she said, drawing herself up.

“We don’t,” you spat, “enjoy civilization.”

You turned on your heel and left, despite the fact that both of your horses were in the opposite direction. Anything to get away from them, from the stink of this city.

You felt a hand grab yours and you thought it was Charles but you turned.

“I ain’t got nothin’ to say to you,” you said, ripping your hand out of Arthur’s.

“I made a mistake,” he said.

“You sure seemed to be enjoying that mistake by kissin’ on it.”

“Now it ain’t like that-”

“Then tell me what it’s like!” you cried. You felt so small in front of this man.

“I got scared,” he said finally, “that night with you, made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. I went to town to clear my head and Mary got to me first, made her case and here I am. Not my proudest moment.”

“Dutch is furious,” you said.

“As he should be.”

“I’m furious.”

“I did you wrong,” he said, taking a step closer to you, “and I’m glad y’all found me.”

“You better,” you said through your gritted teeth, “get your ass back to Valentine before I kick it back there for you.”

In spite of the sour situation he grinned at you. And in even more spite, because that’s what you were made of, you stood on your toes and kissed him, taking his face in your hands and pressing as hard as you could, feeling him wrap his arms around you.

“And grow out your beard for Christ’s sake.”

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #my fics

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peachymhaechan · 6 years ago

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“Wait... You’re the Little Voice Inside My Head?”

Genre: fluff, soulmate! au; you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts, which isn’t always the best thing

Pairing: Lucas X gender neutral reader

Warnings: cussing, you will have a cavity by the end of this it’s too damn sWEEt

A/N: wong yukhei can stay in his mcfreakin lane:)) okay:)) this hurt me to write he truly did make his way up my bias list and I am .? okay,, I guess this is what we are doing

ever since you were little, you always heard voices inside your head

those voices being 1. you, and 2. a little boy you had never heard out loud in your life

the first time you heard him was when you were four, playing with an imaginary friend in your room

I wonder what Mommy is making for dinner, you thought and lo and behold

I want my mommy to make something without vegetables!

uhhhhhhhhh .?

that was not your voice

but you being a four year old with an imaginary friend, you were like “cool I guess, sometimes it be that way”

at dinner you brought it up to your parents, but of course they passed it off as your imaginary friends

I mean,, lets be real

you were little and ran around the house all day talking to your imaginary friends, so that was the logical explanation in that situation

that was only the first incident you had with the boy speaking in your head

and lemme just say, as y’all got older, it only got wilder

you only knew that he heard what you thought for one reason

he’d always, and I mean ALWAYS

respond

one time in elementary school, your class was taking a math test and you had no fuckin clue what was going on

uhhhhhhh what the frick is 8 times 9 divided by 2 plus 4???

don’t worry tho, your mystery boy came in clutch

40! The answer is 40! his little voice chimed, saving your ass and being the reason you scraped by with a b

as time went on, you heard him more and more, and occasionally yall would have full conversations

only when you got older did you realize

shit dawg, this is my soulmate

once you hit middle school, you finally sat your parents down and basically said

that imaginary friend that would talk in my head when I was little hasn’t gone away and im pretty sure that’s my soulmate quirk

of course your parents were like. oh ? worm ?

you explained to them the whole thing tho

“ive had legitimate conversations with him before, he hears some of my thoughts and I hear his. I can’t really control what all he hears, though, and neither can he, so it’s very weird to hear things out of context.”

the entire time your parents sat there, both confused and happy

on one hand, they didn’t fully understand how it all worked,

and on the other, they were proud because their lil baby was all grown up, talking to their soulmate!! moving towards the second part of their life !!

from that moment, your quirk progressed even more

you started to talk to him more and more, and he heard more and more of your thoughts

it was odd, really, because everybody has thoughts that make them guilty

you know, thoughts that can embarrass you for even thinking them??

not because they’re dumb (although let’s be real, everyone has their fair share of dumb thoughts),

but because you know they’re mean:/

one night you were up thinking that,

thinking: you probably hate me…. all of my thoughts are so mean and harmful, and it brings me shame to know that I can be so vile to people without even meaning to. I’m sorry…. I wouldn’t blame you for hating me.

for some reason, your mystery boy was awake (bitch go tf to sleep it’s three in the damn morning) and he responded

hey, two things…. 1. you’re such a dumbass, and 2. it’s not your thoughts that matter, but how you react to them afterward. the fact that you think your thoughts can come off as mean show that you care, and that you’re not as shitty of a person that you think you are.

listen,,, we all know lucas ain’t always that deep but we can pretend for this au ok

you sat there in complete shock and then he went, anyways you adorable idiot, go to sleep, you have finals in the morning.

from that night on, you talked to him more and more

had a bad day? lucas would know all about it as soon as you got home

lucas did something embarrassing while out in public? you’d hear about it while in public as he tried not to spontaneously combust

you will never believe what I just did…. the barista told me to have a good day and I said “you’re welcome”

of course you laughed,,, that dumbass is supposed to be your soulmate ??

how

but you told him chill dude, everyone says shit like that sometimes, it happens to the best of us

he was with you during your cringey phases (as you were with him during his)

he was there the first time you had your heart broken

your friends all told you not to date the popular basketball player, but you said yeet I guess and well

lucas consoled you as you cried, not over that boy but over yourself for thinking something like that could work

“I don’t know why I even tried. He isn’t you, and he never will be. Hell, I don’t even know your damn name but I know we fit together more than that guy and I ever could.”

that night was the first night you learned his name, wong yukhei, or lucas as his friends called him

“My name is Wong Yukhei, but my friends call me Lucas. And I’m sorry some guy treated you like shit. You don’t deserve to be treated like that, you deserve the whole world. I wish I knew who you were, where you were, so I can finally meet you and tell you everything I never told you.”

and that was the first night he learned your name

“y/n, my name is y/n, and I know we are going to meet soon. I just know it. I can feel it.”

and you were kind of right ??

it all depends on what your definition of soon is tbh

bc that whole sappy convo took place in your junior year of high school

and y’all met in college !!

it was high key odd and not at all how either of you planned to meet, tho

it was your first week at college, and you were nervous af

parents? gone. responsibilities? crippling. adulting? expected.

you finished moving in a while ago, and by then had met your not so pleasant roommate

let’s just say uhhhhhh this roommate had been a complete and utter dickhead

so you threw on some shoes, grabbed your laptop and wallet, and went to the library on campus

after all, it was only the first week, there shouldn't be too many

you walked in and the first thing you saw was someone crying and saying “FUCK SCHOOL”

naturally you were like, “bitch me too. tf?”

but decided to not say that to that kid so you quickly skrrted the fuck out there (yote, if you will)

as you dipped real quick, you went through your options in your head

coffee? target? dorms?

coffee seemed like your best bet, so you hauled your ass to the campus café

as soon as the door opened, stress melted from your mind

i’ll drink to that, bro

the place was not too busy, it was during the middle of the day so people were either asleep or busy

there wasn't a line so you walked up to the person working at the register

“shit fuck what should I order from this coffee place??”

“mountain dew with two shots of espresso” - the ever so helpful Wong Yukhei

“okay what the fuck??”

“lemme get uhhhhhhh iced coffee I guess,” you said, paying and waiting for your drink

while waiting, you went and grabbed a straw, and out of the corner of your eye you spotted a fuckin. GiAnt enter the establishment

he seemed goofy tho,,, so u were like. ok. cool. pop off, I guess.

you couldn’t hear him speak, but inside your head you heard, “Iced coffee.”

“yeah, what about it? I already ordered it, you’re a little late.”

he did not respond which had you going ?? miss keisha, miss keisha, oh my fucking god she fucking dead !

you patiently waited for your cold bean juice while the guy paid and literally stumbled right by your feet to get a straw for himself

before you could ask if the Clumsy Giant was okay, the barista called out, “ Y/N!”

you went to pick up the drink, and felt two eyes drilling holes in the back of your head

naturally, you turned around like. ? we got beef?

but found the actually kinda cute boy staring at you in shock

“What?” you sheepishly asked, not sure if you had something on your face or if something was genuinely wrong, which would explain why that weirdo stared dead at you

???

“Y/N.... y-your name is Y/N?” he asked, and his voice clicked right away

fuck, dude

you already knew the answer,

you could recognize that voice anywhere

but you still wanted to ask and make sure you are not dreaming

however, before you could ask,

the barista called out his name

“Lucas!”

f u c k, dude

“Wong Yukhei?”

“Y/N L/N?”

you two both broke out into a grin upon hearing the other say your name out loud

yall clung to each other, wrapping the other in a huge hug

meanwhile, the barista was standing behind the counter, waiting for lucas to grab his drink like :/ i’ll wait!

“this is touching, and all.... but can you please grab your coffee?”

“THAT IS MY SOULMATE!” lucas announced, obviously giddy at finding you

and tbh, you were feeling it, too

yall sat down at a little table and for a while, just stared at the person sitting across from the other

then, “I’m glad I met you.”

“Me, too,” he agreed

and thus the start of a relationship with pretty much no communication issues ever,

mostly due to the fact that there were no secrets

not that either of you minded, because lets face it

you two had souls that were reflections from one another, and you can’t hide a secret from yourself so why would you hide a secret from him?

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thekingsscribe · 6 years ago

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Gohan 1/2?

OKAY BEFORE ANYTHING I WANT TO PREFACE THAT THIS IS IN NO WAY MY IDEA ALL CREDIT FOR THE IDEA GOES TO @manialwaysfeelsoguilty AND THIS INCREDIBLE ART OF SAID IDEA !!

i just. i couldn’t stop thinking about it. IT WAS TOO CUTE especially tiny monkey otouto...

i know you havent done anything for this for quite some time bUT I JUST FOUND IT AND FELL IN LOVE IM SORRY

“Excuse me! Pardon me! I’m so sorry I’m just kinda in a hurry!”

The pedestrians walking the streets of Satan City raised an eyebrow at the young woman barreling down the streets. It wasn’t her attire that had them staring, though it certainly made her stick out with the bright red changshan she was wearing not to mention the larger set of clothes she was carrying; no what had them all staring was the fact that not only was there a young boy clinging to her waist, but there was a small monkey clinging to her head and an absolutely furious cow charging after her.

She, understandably, had a panicked expression on her face and looked up at the monkey, “Come on dad can’t do you do something?!”

The monkey chittered sheepishly and scratched the back of his head as if to say, “Sorry! No can do!”

“Hehehe come on Gohan you know dad’s useless when it comes to trying to get away from mom’s wrath!” the young boy said jovially.

Despite her dire situation Gohan couldn’t help a nervous laugh at that, “Well you do have a point there Goten…” she sighed.

Multiple eyes continued to watch the odd event happening, some questioning whether they should intervene, some attempting to follow from a safe distance and some simply looking away doing their best to ignore when they heard the girl exclaim, “Oh man a dead end?!”

The loud snort that came from behind Gohan caused her to spin around, holding her hands up in front of herself in surrender, “C-Come on now mom let’s just calm down okay?”

She’d called the monkey “dad” and now the cow was “mom”?

The cow, regardless of whether she was the girl’s mother or not, stomped a hoof and glared daggers at the monkey, who flinched and buried his face in the spiked up hair he clung to. Gohan looked up at him and reached up to pat his head, “You know hiding isn’t gonna help dad.”

She heard soft, muffled squeaks before he poked his head up again and began making louder chitters, his tail flicking nervously behind him. The cow stayed put and let the monkey finish before snorting angrily and turning her gaze to Goten, stomping a hoof twice.

“Uh I’m guessing she wants to you go over there squirt.” Gohan said.

Goten nodded, releasing his grip on Gohan and ran over to the cow, climbing up onto her back. Once he was situated, the cow huffed and glared at the two across from her before turning and walking out of the alley.

“She says she wants you to stay there!” Goten shouted back, scooting up to her head, “Hey mama where are we goin’?”

Gohan watched them go and let out a loud groan, “Man why am I in trouble too…?” she stared up at the monkey and lifted him off her head, “I hope they’re going to get hot water. I’m just glad that I managed to grab your clothes before mom chased us all the way here…” the monkey playfully stuck his tongue out as a response before instinctively jumping away when a cascade of water came down on Gohan’s head, “Kami that’s hot!”

“I should hope so considering that hot water is the only way to change us all back to normal young man!”

Loose clothing shifted to a better fit and a few inches were gained as the young woman turned into a young man, “T-Thank you mom…” he said sheepishly. He turned around to see his mother and younger brother behind him, the latter of the two holding an empty kettle in his hands, “And thanks for the help Goten.”

Goten beamed at his older brother, laughing as his hair was ruffled and nodded, “Anytime big brother!”

Their mother couldn’t help a smile at her sons and was about to lead her family out of the alley when her eldest said, “Wait mom what about dad?”

The monkey let out a few questioning chitters, squeaking in fear at the glare sent towards him and climbed up onto Gohan’s shoulders for safety.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook Goku! I may be willing to go along with this and seeing this Hercule Satan but you can change back when we get there!” she shouted, storming off.

Goku flinched but shrugged off his scolding with another scratch behind his head, the expression on his face sheepish. Goten giggled and held his hands out so Goku would jump into them, “I think you kinda deserved that dad!”

Gohan smiled, well at least the situation hadn’t ended with his dad impaled on his mom’s horns. Well he knew that she’d never go that far but still her anger was something to be feared even if his dad was one of the strongest people on earth, “Hey dad are you sure it’s worth it that we go to this Mister Satan’s house? I mean you stopped our training journey for it after we went to that place in China.”

Goku nodded, his expression determined and his little fists clenched so Gohan decided to take that as a yes. He reached down to pat Goku’s head, “Well then we better get going before—”

“Goku get your tiny monkey butt over here and lead the way! You’re the only one who knows where his house even is in this city!”

“Too late for that big brother!” Goten laughed.

Gohan’s mouth formed into a thin line as he ruffled his brother’s hair harder this time, “Oh yeah is it squirt? I couldn’t tell!”

Goten laughed harder before running over to their mother, “Mom help! Gohan’s messing up my hair!”

“Nothing can mess up your hair squirt, it’s as stubborn as dad’s!” Gohan ran after his family, slowing to fall in step behind them. He didn’t pay any attention to the confused stares, he couldn’t blame them really. After all they had just witnessed seen a girl being chased by a cow enter that alley and saw no trace of the cow or the girl.

He was used to it though, ever since his father had taken them all to that training ground in China this was the new normal for him. Sometimes it was a pain, like when they were stuck in the wilderness with no reliable way to get hot water but in the end his family ended up back together so he thought it was all worth it.

The only thing bothering him was why his father insisted on bringing them here in the first place, Oh well… guess I’ll just find out when we get to Mister Satan’s house.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #dbz #dbz au #dragon ball au #dragon ball z au #son gohan #son goten #son goku #son chichi #IT FELT WEIRD JUST PUTTING CHICHI WITH NO SON #also HAHAHAHA HOW DO YOU END A ONE SHOT #scribes #hmm maybe i will do somethin with that dbz/101 dalmatians au i came up with a lil bit ago...

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softupshur · 6 years ago

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The Lord Rejoices: Chapter 12

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Ao3 link if you’re into that kind of thing

~Updates every Sunday~ During Temple Gate’s founding years, Marta nears womanhood and wonders of God’s plan for her.

Chapter 12:

Another month passed when Marta saw Paige and Otis outside of mass.

It was not uncommon for Knoth to visit newlyweds within such time to offer counsel. Marta seldom accompanied him on these visits, but the week before, he had extended the invitation, which she gladly accepted. Together, they travelled to the lake. Marta brought a dessert along while Knoth arrived empty-handed.

Paige and Otis lived in the smallest home at the end of the docks, edging the wilderness. A rickety gate circled the yard where a few of Paige’s chickens wandered, although most of them retired to their coops as the sun set.

A mixture of Otis’s fishing supplies and Seth’s toys littered the front yard, which Marta nearly stepped on.

Otis sat on the porch, cleaning his catch of the day, while Seth rammed his wooden toys together. He mimicked crashing sounds on impact, only looking up when Knoth cast a shadow over him.

“Howdy, Papa!” Seth shot up and waved at Knoth.

Knoth chuckled. “Hello, Seth. What have you got there?”

“These are my new toys!” Seth presented the battered horses. “Their names are Jorgie and Harry! They’re fightin' over who gets the pot of gold!”

“This gold here?” Knoth asked of an ear of corn at Seth’s feet.

As Seth gasped, Otis dropped the fish bones and ran to them. “Seth,” He placed his hands on Seth’s shoulders and took a step back. “What did I tell you about pestering Kno...Papa?”

Seth kicked at the dirt. “That he’s a busy man and not to bother ‘im too much.”

“That’s right.” Keeping his hold on Seth, Otis bowed his head. “My apologies. You don’t need to worry about humoring him.”

“Nonsense, he’s not bothering me in the least,” Knoth assured.

Seth craned his neck to look up at Otis. “See, I told you!”

“Yes, but—”

Seth broke free and tugged on Knoth’s hand to lead him around the yard and point out other toys scattered on the ground. Each came with an elaborate backstory.

Otis turned to Marta. “Good to see you,” he said through a sigh.

“Thank you. I’m glad I could come. Much time has passed,” Marta said.

“Too much. I don’t remember the last time I saw someone my age. It’s either Paige and Seth or those crusty old fishermen.”

“Are the fishers really so bad?”

Otis shuddered. “They made me noodle.”

“What’s that?”

He held up a bandaged hand. “You don’t want to know.”

“Is that going to be okay?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Otis then looked at the dessert. “You wanna set that down?”

“Oh, yes, that would be nice.”

“Then you can go ahead inside. Paige is working on dinner right now. I’m sure she’d like to say hi before we all sit down.”

“Oh, okay.” Marta started for the house. She stopped, waiting for Otis to follow, but he remained on the porch, never looking away from Seth and Knoth. He didn’t hear her sigh as she opened the front door.

Thomas greeted her first. He rubbed against her legs, meowing loudly.

“Hello, Thomas,” Marta said.

He plopped in front of her and meowed louder.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have any food.”

Narrowing his eyes, Thomas got up and trotted off.

Marta followed him into the kitchen and set down the dessert. There, Paige rearranged the table settings while waiting on the stove. She only noticed Marta when Thomas meowed.

“Oh!” Paige flinched. “I didn’t know you were joining us tonight.”

“...Is that a problem?”

“Not at all.” Paige hopped on a stool to reach a spice on the top shelf. “I’m actually relieved you’re here. It means Papa can be trusted to remain decent.”

“Oh...right…” Marta’s eyes drifted to the floor.

“Could I bother you to help me finish dinner?” Paige asked. “I had hoped to be done by now, but Seth was causing a ruckus.”

“Yes, I saw him playing in the yard.” Marta joined Paige in chopping vegetables. “Are you two watching him for the day?”

Paige huffed. “He’s living with us. Otis thought it would be best. I didn’t think his parents would actually agree to it.”

“You don’t seem too happy with this arrangement.”

“That child is a menace. I don’t know how Otis could keep up with him and not lose his cool.”

“Are children really so difficult?”

“They are when they have Seth’s energy,” Paige slammed the salad bowl onto the table. Only after taking a deep breath did she settle and ask about Marta.

“No better nor worse than before. Things are the same,” Marta answered.

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

“Perhaps...I’m not so sure.”

“You should enjoy it while you can,” Paige said. “A day will come when you wish things were still simple and routine. Don’t take it for granted.”

The door opened before Marta could answer.

“We best hurry,” Paige said in a hushed tone.

They finished preparing dinner while Seth’s rambling filled the house. Occasionally Knoth or Otis would make a comment over Seth. Minutes later, the table was set and food divided.

Paige went into the living room to interrupt the conversation. “Dinner is ready!”

“Oh boy, food!” Seth shot to his feet and sprinted to the kitchen.

“C’mon!” Paige hurried past Knoth and took Otis by his arm, “I made your favorite fish fry tonight!” She dragged him along without a word to Knoth.

“Oh, thank you,” Otis muttered as he took his seat between Paige and Seth.

Trailing behind, Knoth joined Marta’s side, motioning for her to sit before taking the seat beside her.

“Otis, lead us in prayer tonight,” Knoth said.

“Oh...sure.”

Everyone joined hands and bowed their heads.

“Our Father who art in Heaven. I ask that You bless this meal set before us. I thank You for allowing us the good fortune to have food on our table and ask that You continue to bless us. Amen.”

“Amen.”

They all started their dinner, except for Otis, who worked on cutting Seth’s portion into bite-sized pieces.

“This is very good,” Knoth said. “Thank you, Paige.”

Paige forced a smile. “Thank you kindly, Papa,” she said sweetly, though she immediately turned her gaze to her plate, picking pieces of meat from her salad.

“You’re a lucky man, Otis,” Knoth commented. “Your woman makes a fine meal and keeps a good home from the looks of it.”

Though small, the space was plenty clean with the exception of Seth’s toys. Paige brought along the embroidery and afghans from the Larsen Farm to make the new home just as cozy.

“Yes, she’s really made this place feel like a home,” Otis said.

“It’s just a shame it’s so little. There will need to be more room when you start having children.”

Otis winced. “Isn’t it a bit soon to be thinking about that? We’re just settling in, and we can always add onto the house if need be.”

Knoth didn’t skip a beat. “You can never think too soon on spreading your family seed. God very well could bless your wife with a fertile womb. You must be prepared.”

“Is this really good table conversation?” Otis blurted out loud enough for the others to look up and stare. He swallowed a lump in his throat before continuing. “There are women and children here…”

“What does that matter?” Knoth asked easily. “This is all only normal now that you’re a married man.”

Seth tugged on Otis’s sleeve. “If you and Paige had a baby, that'd make me an uncle, right?”

Otis was about to respond, but cut short when Paige placed her hand atop his, her tone icy. “We have been trying for a child, but you must understand that it is still too soon to know.”

“That is true,” Knoth conceded. “I suppose it is too early to tell if you are with Otis’s child.” Though he maintained eye contact with Paige, his hand wandered to Marta’s upper leg underneath the table. “When that time comes, I trust you will bear your husband many fine children.” His expression didn’t change as his hand moved slightly higher.

Marta attempted to cross her legs to escape his hold, but Knoth applied enough pressure to keep her leg down.

“You will be the first to know,” Paige said as she returned to her meal, breaking the eye contact.

Knoth’s hand remained there the rest of dinner.

At several points, Marta attempted to meet Paige’s gaze, but Paige never looked up except to speak with Otis. It wasn’t until Paige went to clear the table that Marta was able to escape Knoth’s hold and help with the dishes.

Once they finished, Paige hurried back to Otis’s side and latched herself onto his arm while seeing Knoth and Marta out. But before they said their good nights, Paige cried out.

“Oh no, the pen!”

The rickety gate had cracked open just enough for the chickens to roam free. Most of them headed for the docks, but several sat on the porch. A few even wandered all the way to the beach.

“Seth!” Paige spun around and glared him down. “Did you leave the gate open again!? How many times have we told you to close and lock it when you’re done?!”

“It’s okay! I’ll go get’em!” Seth picked up a stick and bolted to the docks.

Sighing, Otis followed.

“Would you mind getting the ones at the beach?” Paige asked Marta.

“Sure…” Marta walked to the shoreline. The chickens pecked at the ground, clucking when they only got a beakful of sand. “Come on,” Marta grumbled.

When one went the proper direction, the other branched another way. Marta would chase the errant chicken back to the path only for the companion to wander astray. After a few minutes, she snatched one. Adjusting, Marta held onto the chicken the way she had seen Paige do it.

In Paige’s arms, the chicken would relax and coo, but with Marta it wriggled and clawed. Marta tightened her grip enough to steady it. When the chicken stilled, Marta looked up. Paige and Otis had already gathered their chickens and rejoined each other’s side. They seemed to speak almost pleasantly to one another with Knoth out of earshot.

After swallowing a lump in her throat, Marta journeyed forward, holding strong to the chicken.

Paige shrieked.

“What did you do to Georgette?!”

“Huh...what do you…?” Marta looked down and saw the chicken hung limp in her arms, its head rolled back and beak hanging open. She tossed it away and stepped back.

“What’s going on?” Otis turned and froze when he saw the dead chicken.

“What is it?” Seth trailed behind. He gasped at the scene. “Wow! Is it dead? I wanna touch it!” He toddled over, stick in hand, but Otis pulled him back.

“What did you do?” Paige asked, her fists clenched.

“I didn’t mean to,” Marta stepped back. “I...I must have held too tight. It was an accident. I swear.”

“How do you accidentally kill Georgette?!”

“Paige.” Otis gave her a serious look. “Not now.”

“Why not!? Georgette is—” She cut short when she heard Knoth’s footsteps approaching and scurried to join Otis.

Passing Paige by, Knoth stared at the dead chicken at Marta’s feet. He said nothing. Nonetheless, Marta’s eyes watered.

“I-I’m sorry,” Marta choked out. “I didn’t mean to. I swear to you that this was an accident. I would never commit such a sin on purpose. You know I wouldn’t. I—”

Still, his expression remained the same. Even as he outstretched his arms towards her. “Come, child.”

Marta stepped forward at first, but froze. She looked into Knoth’s eye for only a moment before she turned her back to him. None saw the tears that escaped.

#casually updates this on bootleg wifi on vacation #hope you enjoy a dose of foreshadowing and squick!#Marta #Sullivan Knoth #Otis #Paige #Outlast ocs #writing #fanfiction #Outlast #Outlast 2

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vamooseintospace · 7 years ago

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Aturdir (Matt Holt x Reader) Pt. 1

Who Said You’re A Hero? - 1,229 words

Not sure if I will continue this, but I’ll seeee :P

“Princess Allura!” Coran’s voice rang out, gaining everyones attention. “A distress signal!”

“From where, Coran?” She asked, stepping up to the podium.

“Aturdir!” He proclaimed. The princess pulled up a hologram and gasped. “Aturdir? I never imagined we would receive a distress from them. Can you tell what is the cause?”

Coran mumbled a little. “It appears that the wilderness of the planet has become so overgrown that the inhabitants villages are being destroyed!”

“Wait—So like a Balmera but with vegetation instead of crystals?” Pidge asked. “Exactly, Pidge.” The princess confirmed. “And we need to hurry! If we don’t retrieve the citizens they could be trapped under the vegetation forever!”

Instantly, the castle was flying towards the planet. Upon closer inspection, Matt realized it looked just like earth. Blue water, green grass… he missed it. He wished they weren’t here on a rescue mission because he’d like to take a vacation. This was one of Matt’s first missions since Pidge had found him and brought him back to the Castle of Lions, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly nervous.

“So, what are the inhabitants like?” Hunk asked, staring out towards the planet in equal awe.

“Well, I have only met with them once. Quite a paradoxical race they are!” She let out a light giggle. “Do not let their tough exterior phase you. The Aturdirie are brave, strong-willed, and fantastic fighters, but are also among the kindest and most selfless race in the universe.”

“So… we’re like… rescuing a bunch of buff pixies?” Lance furrowed his brows. Allura giggled lightly. “No, of course not. I wish we were not meeting them under such circumstances because I believe you all will get along with them quite well! Along with pick up a few new combat tactics.”

“Ah, yes!” Coran agreed sharply. “It’s where I learned to fight with a snake! With a proper whip and snap, they are as sturdy as a tree branch!”

All of the paladins winced. A snake bo-staff didn’t sound all that appealing. And to Lance, neither did the Aturdirie. Rough exterior, good fighters… yet kind. They sounded like a bunch of burly cute faced aliens. Plus, after being to so many planets and meeting so many people, his hopes were running low on finally meeting someone. The lonelier her became, the less hope he retained in finding someone. And he knew for a fact, this place wouldn’t be any better than the rest.

The lions departed from the castle and circled in the air as they scouted for a spot to land to allow passengers on board. When Coran finally landed the ship safely, Allura conducted a bio-scan and found all life sources on the planet. “Hunk, Lance, you two head to the east and tell the survivors to head this way while keeping the vegetation under control. Shiro, Keith, you two take north and east ends of the planet. Pidge and Matt, there is on individual high up on that mountain. Go get them. Everyone is within a three-kilometre radius of the ship so hurry!”

Within seconds, the Paladins were soaring towards their destinations. Pidge was kinda glad she was finally sent on her own mission to find this rogue person who was idiotic enough to climb a mountain in the middle of a crisis.

She circled mountain up and down until she found a large cliff with a landing pad of sorts. It looked like ships had landed there before. Hesitantly, she and Matt made their way outside. Pidge had her bayard at the ready, and Matt his gun. Though this place lived up to its name, overwhelming to the point of fuzzy thought, Matt tried to keep his head straight. The place looked desolate, though. As the pair of siblings explored, they found small little satellites and computers lying around, all wired up in a complex web. The distress signal.

“Hello?” Pidge called out. No response.

In Matt’s peripheral, he caught a flicker of movement and whipped his head around. To his misfortune, to only be met with a tree root careening towards him. Out of no where, an arrow ablaze with a eery purple glow stuck into the root as it hovered above him. It exploded with a loud crack and then an arm was gripping his own, standing him up.

“Shoot it, dumbass!” A voice hollered at him.

But he didn’t move. The figure which was screaming at him wasn’t very big, Y/H, maybe? Four limbs just like someone from earth. But their face was covered by cloth and a pair of large goggles. “Ugh!” They grunted, snatching his gun.

Blue light shot out as the person fired the gun, exploding the angry tree roots to pieces. “Are you gonna get us out of here or no?!” They cried. “Sure. C’mon Pidge!” He shrugged and grabbed their arm, along with his gun in the process. Allura wasn’t kidding about these people being good fighters. The arm he grabbed was small, and felt just like a persons. His hopes began to rise that these aliens were humanoid, and not some creepy looking lizards.

Once in the lion, Pidge powered the ship up and open fired at the roots trying to drag them down. “Go go go!” The new person gripping the back of her chair screamed. Off they went into the sky and went blasting back towards the castle. They were the last to arrive, and once Pidge landed the lion in the hangar, the ship rumbled off into the sky.

“Why was your planet attacking you?” Pidge questioned to the mysterious person trying to find a way out of her lion.

“It has been gaining strength for many millennia. It gains power through the energy we exert on it—like through running and training. Each foot strike is like a jolt of energy. It grew strong enough to sustain itself and well, tried to eat us? I don’t know. I never paid attention when the leaders explained it.” They continued looking around curiously.

“The princess said you guys were pretty tough, but also pretty kind. Is that true?” Matt asked.

“Depends on your definition of kind. We’re more merciful. We fight for what is right and protect life, using our forces for good, not evil.”

“Sooo…” Pidge ambled over to the person curiously, shifting her weight back and forth, hands behind her back. “What do you guys look like?”

The person crossed their arms and grunted. “A hero never reveals their true identity.”

“Well… I’m a hero. You’ve seen my face.” Matt jumped in.

“Who said you’re a hero?” They quipped.

Matt questioned his entire existence. “I freaking saved you from an evil, self-aware tree!” He cried, arms flying in the air.

“And who said I needed saving?”

Matt grumbled, throwing his head in his hands. “I thought they said you were kind?”

“You ask a lot of questions. Do you know the way to my friends?”

Matt straightened up. “Yeah, and I’ll take you there on one condition.”

“What is it?”

“Tell me your name.” He smiled mischievously. “I’m Matt.” With an outreached hand, he offered it to the stranger.

They took it immediately and shook. Good, he thought, they know what a handshake is. “Im Y/N.”

Pidge just snickered at her older brother and his antics.

Read the rest on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/143309922-aturdir-matt-holt-x-reader

#voltron #voltron x reader #voltron imagines #voltron imagine #matt holt #matt holt x reader #matt holt imagine #lance mcclain #keith kogane #pidge gunderson #vld x reader #vld lance #vld keith #vld matt

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neurodivergentchaosking · 3 years ago

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Loving someone with NPD

It fucking sucks! I have bpd and if i was completely untreated, i would have been narcissist chow...more than i already was.

I have pretty decent intuition but it took a long time for me to actually follow it. I met (lets call her Mary) before i listened to it and created a huge blindspot that took me 6 years to fix.

We both arrived on Okinawa Island 24 hours a part, we shared a name and a birthday ( naturally my dumb ass was like OMG SOULMATE- after i stopped hating her). when i first met her, i hated her. I knew she was two-faced and i said so to her face. Few drunken weekends set that unfortunate Trauma bond in place.

I felt so special. She's two-faced and cruel to everyone but ME. my BPD ate that shit up. she even told me that she thought i was the category of “bimbo friend” until she got to know me.....and i actually took that as a compliment and mentally lorded it over her bimbo friends. it was a disaster. love-bomb, cruelty, rinse, repeat.

We were just friends at first, she thought she was straight, and i thought i was a girl- neither are true. We kissed once in a drunken haze and it was absolutely terrible, so it really never happened again. you know justgirlythings.

I was quite notorious (just because im built like a coke bottle and was put into the marine barracks and you know how boot lickers be) on the island because the Navy is just high-school 2.0. Mary never had my back through it all, she stayed friends with the people who started it and she ditched me all the time at her convenience . I was only on the island for 6 months, and right when i almost cut things off with Mary, i left on an expedited transfer (another tragic story for another tragic time). We stayed in contact via snapchat but honestly we didnt talk much.

Her bf was a bit of a loser and she was planning to leave him while planning their life together...look at that, another red flag that i took as a compliment because she left him for ME. fuck im so needy #narcissistchow.

I made a joke about her living with me, and she just went full throttle with that shit. So we got an apartment together, twas the beginning of the end and i fucking KNEW IT. i felt it in my gut and i remember thinking...but she’s so mean sometimes... like whyyyyyy dont i just listen to me???? ug anyways

Right before we got the apartment she released my cat into the urban wilderness and he was GONE, presumed dead. Quinn, my beautiful fur-baby, a 13 lb maincoone, fucking HATED HER, and he only hated dicks. so yeah she got rid of him and blamed it on my husband (my life is complex okay). we were obviously not doing great and i didn't think about it too hard until later (even though he has never left the door open, like ever).

It started out so much fun! the adventures and stories that we created together were amazing. she made me feel like it would be like this forever. Bit short-lived. she would insult, demean, and play fucked up mind games. Luckily for me she didn't get to feed of my pain the way she wanted because i don't exibxit vulnerable emotions (working on that), despite them eating away at me.

Her toxicity mirrored the way i was treated as a child, so i did what i did as a child. i shut down. I stopped therapy because i was masking too hard for it be helpful. i stopped my medications because idk if they're working because I'm so disconnected. My ocd tendencies that i got rid of as a child came back. Im never not high on MJ (still am because i don't want to FEEL)

And you know why i stayed? because she made me feel special, and wanted, and even more so needed. She is so fucking insecure and i was a constant source of validation and love. we had conversations and conversations about how we were meant for one another and the future we would create together. We even talked about the children we would raise together. we talked about how it was weird that we didn't want to fuck each-other (she looks like an incest muppet lmao) but we were in a beautiful (toxic*) polyamorous asexual relationship.

i was def not perfect in the relationship. i would do so much petty shit (like i did as a child). she would make me feel shitty about something, so i would show off one of my many talents that also was one of her many insecurities. hell, i would fuck up her hair ON PURPOSE. She had this insanely long blue hair that ended in a short red Karen cut lmao i am such a fucking asshole lmao. no regerts

but like also lets not forget the times she literally threatened to murder me....just saying. i may have been a dick, but she DESERVED it.

She kept treating me like shit and i did the non-traditional BPD thing and started setting boundaries for myself. like when she starts being a jerk, just walk away. just leave. also make her jelly with something to feel better lol.obvi that made her MEANER. so i took her out to eat and told her that she was treating me like absolute shit and it needed to sop...she starts bawling...making up shit about how her anxiety this and that and she's not gonna stop being a cunt so shel just move out.

idk why i even tried after that lunch but like whatever. i even sold her my car at a discount price - but now she has the perma reminder lol. i tried. she kept changing the date of her leaving, she just got meaner, and what FINALLY made things click. was she started ditching me and lying about it ( i may have tested it out and made her confess to it without her knowing- she is incredibly stupid). that was the one thing. the one thing i told myself if someone does that to me again, im done. so heyyy at least i stuck to my boundary even though i almost talked myself out of it. so i simply stopped talking to her. for WEEKS. she tried to start conversation, i ended them. she insulted me and i would flip it on her. i was DONE and she knew it. so our 6 year relationship literally ended by me in person ghosting her.

Finally the lease was up and that kinda forced her stupid ass into moving, however. she like half left and half left her stuff. but she left ferret shit fucking everywhere. on the deck, in the closet, smooshed into carpet, random bits of poo strewn about the room. shes fucking Nasty. i cleaned up the ferret poops with her clothes that was left behing...and i rubbed it on EVERYTHING including her dishes. i broke a couple items (some on accident even). stole a bunch of stuff...even a dead mans gift...yeah im PETTY... but i stacked all of her shit at the enterence of the apartment.

Time for pickup! she allotted herself 1.5 hours to pack everything and go to her new apartment that is 45 plus mins away. she comes in- overly exaggerates on thanking me for stacking her shit by the entrance. i immediately ask for the keys ...says okay but then “got distracted”, we did that 3 times till she finally gave me the keys... then i told her about the ferret poo and she claimed that she was gonna clean it today...BITCH IT TOOK ME OVER 3 HOURS FOR THE POOP CLEANUP ALONE...so yeah fuck her.

later that day i hang out with my new friend, lets call her Anna, who is on Marys snapchat- while Mary was putting her stuff in storage (something she swore shed never do) she was saying how pissed she is and how horribly i am for stacking her shit at the entrance. glad to see she's as two-faced as ever.

POST BREAKUP DRAMA:

1) she tried to get rid of everything i gave her but she cant unbuy my car lmao.

2) she got stranded in Texas because she ran out of gas....even though the car tells you how many miles it has before it runs out...like i said, she incredibly stupid

3) she tried to slither in my life by sending a pic via snap to Anna and then said “oops my finger slipped” ummm its snapchat and thats not how it works stupid ( and this is one of her go to ploys so like lol why?) it was also a pic of a boot that she gave me but its ugly so i gave it back. idk what her whole plan was but it backfire because Anna just blocked her.

4) Quinn came back <3

5) i am obsessed and cant seem to stop stalking her so now imma try just being crazy in blog form to see if my needy bpd self can CHILL. cuz ug i just want to stab her...like 37 times...in the face (it would be an improvement)

#long reads #long story #abuse #narccisistabuse #bpd #npd #neurodivergent love #queer #lgbtqia #petty #younglove #mental illness #chaos #crazy

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Harvest of Friends (A Prairie AU)

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Within the next few weeks of both Anna and Kristoff living at the old shack, Kristoff had made some repairs to the barn and was soon preparing to build them a house big enough for their future to start in.

“Im thinking that maybe we should add some windows by the door,” Kristoff had mentioned one night while he was holding his wife dearly close to his heart, “so that maybe we could see the stars out at night.”

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna rolls her eyes, “you and I both know that the stars would only come out at night while we’re sleeping.”

“I know.”

“But I think that it would be nice to have a view of the moon in our new room, Kristoff.” Anna smirks at her husband.

“Anna,” her husband laughs, “didn’t you just say that we should be in bed, so that the moon and stars could come out?”

“Yes and,” his wife gives him a lingering kiss on the cheek, “maybe I would like to stay up and see the moon in the sky.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes,” Anna sighs as she adjusted herself in their bed, “now get some sleep. We both got a very busy day tomorrow.”

“Yes my feistypants.” her husband yawns, just before sleep had consumed the both of them. “Good night, Anna.”

“Good night, Kristoff.” Anna had shivered from the drafty walls, causing her husband to pull her instinctively close for warmth and comfort.

By the next morning, Anna had woken up to his side being completely empty and cold.

“Hmmm...” Anna yawns as she stretches her arms out in bed. “I wonder where he went.”

“Kristoff,” Anna had called out as she walked on out the door of their shack, “where are you?”

“Over here!” her husband had shouted out from the barn.

“Oh,” Anna gives him a curious glance, “what are you doing over there?”

“Well I’ve already told you that the roof was in need to be fixed.” he answers with the sweat from his brow.

“I see,” Anna nods while she walked towards the barn, “now when do you plan on getting our home started?”

“Possibly tomorrow,” her husband breathes, “or maybe even later this afternoon.”

“When do you think that you’ll be finished?” Anna asks while she placed a hand over her eyebrows.

“Well Almanzo said that he’ll help me,” Kristoff was grinning from ear to ear, “so I’m guessing by the end of next week.”

“Oh good.”

“Yes,” her husband nods in appreciation, “then I should be able to plant a crop right after.”

“Now Kristoff,” Anna gives him a warning look, “don’t you think that you may just be overworking yourself a little too soon?”

“Anna,” Kristoff gives her a long kiss, “I’m doing this for our future. I want our future to be here, that’s all.”

“I understand,” Anna looks down at the dirt, “but I’ll be worried about you.”

“Hey don’t worry about me.” Kristoff lifts her chin up. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” Anna rolls her eyes just as a young family was riding on up in their wagon. “Oh look, the Wilders are here Kristoff.”

“Well they sure are.” her husband smiles as they were waving at the young family in their wagon.

That afternoon

“Mrs. Bjorgman,” a young brunette-haired little girl had approached Anna in the little shack, “can you tell us about Mr. Bjorgman?”

“Jenny.” another woman had chastised the little girl. “We don’t ask those questions. It’s a bit rude.”

“Oh Laura,” Anna rolls her eyes while she was sewing some patterns on a quilt, “it’s alright. Now Jenny when I first met Kristoff, he was nothing but a grumpy man.”

“Really?” Jenny’s eyes went wide as saucers as she was playing with Baby Rose.

“Yes,” Anna smiles fondly, “he was so stubborn and didn’t really like me. He didn’t even like being around people; he preferred to be alone.”

“Well now he’s not alone,” Laura gives her dear friend a knowing glance, “since he’s got you as his wife.”

“True.”

“Well that sounds like a fairytale ending.” Jenny states to the older women.

“How so Jenny?” Anna quirks an eyebrow.

“Well I don’t know,” Jenny shrugs her shoulders, “it just does.”

“Pardon me ladies,” a young man had entered into the shack, “but both me and Kristoff were able to get a strong foundation down for the new house.”

“Oh that’s wonderful Manly!” Laura claps her hands with excitement. “Doesn’t that sound wonderful, Anna?”

“Of course,” Anna adds just as she was finishing up with the last patch on her quilt, “that does sound wonderful.”

“Now Kristoff told me that my family and I should get going.” Almanzo states. “C’mon Laura and Jenny let’s go. Anna, we’ll be back here bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Oh Uncle Almanzo,” Jenny calls out just before her and Baby Rose had walked on out the door, “I’ve got school in the morning.”

“How about this Jenny,” Laura begins to bargain with her niece, “instead of you going on out to the creek with your friends, you could meet us here at their place.”

“Sure.” Jenny beams with excitement, “See you tomorrow, Mrs. Bjorgman.”

“See you tomorrow, Jenny.” Anna waves at the little girl from her rocking chair.

“Well we best be going, Anna.” Laura smiles as she gives her friend a warm hug. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” Anna replies back, “oh and don’t forget about the fabric that you were going to lend to me.”

“I won’t.” Laura calls out just as her and her husband had reached their wagon. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye!” Anna waves at the young couple just before they were heading on out by wagon.

What a lovely family. Anna had thought as she walked on back into the little shack. I’m so glad that I got to see Laura and Jenny and even little Rose.

She was happy to have some friends just to keep her company, but what she’s even more excited about was her new home was being built.

“Well now I guess I should be getting a start on supper.” Anna sighs as she made her way into the small makeshift kitchen. “I wonder what we should be having for tonight?”

“Anything sounds good for now.” a voice had echoed throughout the small shack.

“Oh so how about some vegetable stew and some bread?” Anna had suggested as she began to cut up some of the vegetables on the table next to their fireplace.

“Well that sounds good to me, Anna.” her husband answers with delight while he was washing himself off outside with the barrel full of water.

“Oh it will, Kristoff.” Anna rolls her eyes as she placed the cut up vegetables in the pot over the fireplace.

“Anna,” Kristoff began as he stepped right on into their home, “as much as I would love to sit down and eat...”

“You would prefer to stand up and work on the new house.” Anna finishes for her husband.

“Ah yes.” her husband let’s out with a sigh of relief.

“Well,” Anna states as she places her hands at her hips, “I understand that you would like to work on our house.”

“Yes.”

“But you’re not going to finish that house on an empty stomach.” Anna states as a matter-of-factly to her husband.

“But Anna.”

“But nothing,” Anna folds her arms against her chest, “now I want you to sit down with me for supper and then you can resume your work on our house.”

“Alright.” her husband sighs in defeat.

“Now go on and work on our house,” Anna began shooing her husband away, “and I’ll call you when supper’s ready.”

“Yes feistypants.” Kristoff nods in agreement as he walked on out the door.

“Thank you.” Anna smiles with such accomplishment in her voice as she continued on making her rounds in the kitchen.

Later on that evening

It was almost midnight, by the time Kristoff had crawled under the covers of their bed.

“Kristoff,” his wife had whispered, “is that you?”

“Yes.” he answers as she turned around to face him in the dark.

“What time is it?”

“It’s almost midnight.” Kristoff gives her a quick kiss on the lips.

“Oh,” she mouthes as they held each other close, “but that’s really late, honey.”

“I know.”

“And eventually, you’ll wear yourself out, Kristoff.”

“I know Anna. I just want to have our house to be ready, real soon.”

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna whispers just before she had fallen back asleep, “you sound like Laura’s father, from when she was a little girl.”

“Oh?”

“Like how her father was all about getting their house doen in record time.” Anna continues. “She told me that her father wanted to have the family all moved in before winter had settled in.”

“Oh.”

“Kristoff,” Anna murmurs in her sleep, “can you promise me one thing?”

“Sure, Anna.”

“Promise me that you’ll take it easy once everything else has been taken care of.” Anna sighs.

“I promise Anna.” her husband smiles just before they both had fallen asleep.

Over the next few days, Kristoff was working really hard at building their future home. From laying down the foundation with sod and wood, to both him and Almanzo building the structure sturdy and sound. He knew that he wanted to finish the house within the next few days, yet he didn’t expect himself to be so bone-tired at night. At least I’ll be able to get the houes finished. he thought as him and Almanzo were fixing up the exterior roof. Then maybe we could start a family afterwards.

“Thinking about something, Kristoff?” Almanzo had asked as he was laying down some wooden shingles.

“Ah yeah,” he answers with a bit of embarassment, “just thinking.”

“About?”

“Raising a family.” Kristoff blushes making his close friend smile.

“Well that sounds like a good thought.” Almanzo grins at Kristoff.

“Yeah.” Kristoff coughs as they continued on working on the roof. “We better get this roof taken care of. I’ve promised Anna that we’d be done by mid-afternoon.”

“Alright sounds good.” his friend had agreed.

While the men folk were busy tending to the roof of the new home, the women folk were busy unpacking some items that were going to be in the new place.

“So Anna,” Laura gives her friend a warm smile as she pulled out an old quilt from the chest in the adjacent room, “where did you get this? It looks so beautiful.”

“My ma made it just before I was born.” Anna answers while she was polishing up some of the silverware that was in a small case.

“Oh,” Laura sighs as she places the quilt back into the chest, “well it looks very beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Laura states as she fixes up her long brown skirt a bit. “Your parents sure must be proud of you and your husband for coming out here.”

“Well I guess so.” Anna nods in agreement as she was readjusting her apron over her baby blue dress. “I know that Elsa would also be very proud of us, too.”

“I bet.” her frined was grinning from ear to ear. “Aren’t you excited to be moving into your home, hopefully by the end of the day, today?”

“Oh yes very much so.” Anna answers with such excitement in her eyes. “Both Kristoff and Almanzo have been working very hard on the house.”

“Oh yes.” Laura sighs in relief as they both saw their husbands walk on back to the little shack. “Hmm, I wonder what they’re doing right now?”

“I don’t know,” Anna shrugs her shouldrs just as her husband approached her with a smile on his face, “beats me. Oh hello, Kristoff.”

“Hello,” her husband smiles proudly at her, “how are you doing today?”

“Wonderful.” Anna beams with pride. “Now is the house ready?”

“Yes,” he answers making her pull him in for a celebratory kiss, “the house is finished.”

“Well congratulations,” Laura had stated to her close friend, “now shall we get a move on with getting into your new home?”

“Oh yes,” Anna smiles brightly at Laura while her husband was holding her close to his chest, “let’s do that. I want to be in our new home before nightfall.”

“Well that sure does sound like a plan now doesn’t it?” Almanzo had stated while he was standing right at the doorway.

“Of course.” Anna answers with such adoration in her eyes.

“Well what are we waiting for?” Laura laughs cheerfully as she walked on out the door with a basket full of fabric. “Let’s go.”

“Alright Beth,” Almanzo smirks while him and Kristoff were grabbing the chest near the doorway, “thanks Kristoff.”

“No thank you,” Anna answers for her husband just as they all had walked on out the door, “for helping us out.”

“Oh you’re welcome.” Almanzo had huffed out while him and Kristoff were carring the chest towards the new house.

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna cries out with happy tears as she took a long look at the place where they’ll be calling home, “the house, it’s so beautiful.”

And indeed the house was the most beautiful thing that Anna has ever seen. From the beautiful stone chimney rising up along the side of the house to the little patch of flowers surrounding the front entrance. She had smiled at the thought of both her and her husband spending the rest of their live there, doing what they would love to do. From raising crops in the fields to raising a family in their home filled with nothing but love and happiness. Welcom home, Anna. she thought as she followed her husband and their friends to the new home. Welcome home.

“Now what are going to do about Mr. Edwards’ place?” a sweet voice had snapped Anna back into reality.

“Well Mr. Edwards had mentioned that the shack should be torn down for once.” Kristoff states while they all were standing at the entryway. “Besides we can worry about that later, right now let’s get everything into our new house.”

“Yes,” his wife was smiling fondly, “let’s get a move on.”

“Hold on.” Kristoff had chuckled just as he picked up Anna in his arms.

“Kristoff,” Anna shrieks out in laughter as her husband was about to carry her inside, “what on Earth are you doing?”

“Well isn’t it tradition?” Kristoff quirks an eyebrow just as he was about to carry her over their new threshold.

“What for?” Anna asks with a loving look on her freckled face.

“For a man to carry his new bride into their new home?” Kristoff answers while he carried his new bride into their new home.

“Oh Kristoff,” his wife blushes while everyone else had piled on into the new house, “this place is so lovely.”

“Well this place, Anna,” Kristoff huffs as he let’s Anna on out of his arms, “is our new home.”

“Of course,” Anna smiles warmly up at her new husband, “our new home.”

“Well I don’t know about you two.” Laura had interrupted the young couple, “but I think that this house needs to be furnished if you two are planning to live in it.”

“You’re right LAura,” Kristoff smirks at his wife’s dear friend, “let’s get this house all furnished up, before we settle in.”

“Alright.” Anna beams with pride, knowing that they both were going to spend the rest of their lives in Walnut Grove.

Later on that evening aft the Wilders had left the farm, both Anna and Kristoff were sitting out on a stump admiring the sky up above.

“Kristoff,” Anna whispers in her love’s ear, “the sky’s awake!”

“So it is.” he smiles warmly at her. “So are you glad to be home?”

“Yes.” Anna answers.

And indeed they both were so glad to be home.

#frozen fandom #harvest of friends #little house on the prairie au #kristanna fandom #prairie au

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