#the way he touches her before he starts untying the cuff

[mykashg]

MRS. COULTER and MONKEY in HIS DARK MATERIALS

Season 3, Episode 5 “No Way Out”

[bondagestoriez]

The Cage (part 1/?)

How did I end up here? Bent over the foot of a bed, legs spread and tied to opposite posts and my arms tied behind me. Naked except my cock cage and a pretty thong that Chris had pulled to the side so he could impale me with one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen while I eat out his gf. My arms were tied in such a way that I could still hold my ass open when he smacked it and demanded I do so. There was nothing that could make this situation worse... except for the fact that I was starting to love it. It wasn't always like that though.

Chrystal was your typical mean girl until she met Chris and he "put her in her place" according to him. She loved every minute of it in the beginning and couldn't wait for more but eventually she had that itch to dominate someone and I was that someone she chose. She picked me up easily at the bar as she was way out of my league. Taking me back to her place she had me submitting to her within minutes. I couldn't get enough of her and went down on her like someone who hadn't eaten in a wk. When it came time to reciprocate she wasted no time or so I thought. She demanded I hold out as long as possible but it wasn't more than 2 mins before I told her I couldn't hold back back much longer. She told me to cool down and eat her again which I did happily, I love to eat pussy. This went on for 30 mins or so when she pulled some cuffs from behind her headboard. She easily convinced me to let her bind my wrists and feet. Unable to move, I was at her mercy when she finally climbed on top of me and starting running my cock up and down her pussy teasing me more before finally sliding it in. She wasn't done teasing me though and instead started rubbing her clit. I couldn't take it anymore and tried to lift my hips to fuck her instead. A quick slap to my face stopped that as she grabbed both of my nipples and twisted. I let out a gutteral moan and she leaned down and whispered in my ear "Ah, ah, ah. If you can't control yourself play time is over." I apologized and she began to rub her clit again giving herself yet another orgasm while I just throbbed inside her. Then she leaned over to her night stand and grabbed out a device I had never seen. "Know what this is?" I admitted that I didn't and she explained that I would soon be her slave because of this "cock cage". She was meticulous and efficient. Even as hard as I still was, my confusion and angst caused me to go soft and she had me locked in secs. Again she leaned down on me and whispered in my ear, "you will not be able to remove this but when you're free from these ropes I want you to try. Breaking a new boi is so much fun and the fear and desperation is their eyes when they realize there is nothing they can do is such a turn on. Before I release you though, I have to go hide the keys." With that said she got off me, got dressed and left the house. I have no clue how long she was gone, maybe 20 mins, but I know when she returned she said the keys were safe elsewhere and she untied me. My hands went straight to the cage as I struggled to remove it, only hurting myself in the process. I thought of threatening her but if she didn't have the keys with her what was the point. She explained that the first few days would be the hardest, especially trying to sleep. She said not being able to touch my own cock would make me hornier than I had ever been. She then explained that when I was ready that I would have to do more and more degrading things to even earn a chance at an orgasm. I won't lie, I was scared, but I was also really turned on for reasons that I couldn't explain. She took down my number and said she would contact me when she though I was ready...

[thefanbasewhore]

Two idiots

Summary || Bucky is an idiot who gets captured during a mission, his girlfriend is an even bigger idiot and goes after him.

Warning/content || This is kinda goofy but kidnapping is a warning I guess? Reader gets a little roughed up.

Paring || Bucky Barnes x female reader (no use of y/n)

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"Are you kidding me?" Bucky mumbles, head thumping against the metal pole as eyes narrow, watching one of his capturers shuffled in. Which is nothing out of the ordinary, except that trashing girl in his death grip.

Bucky's lips form an unpleased line, frustration shown in the way wrinkles form on the skin of his forehead. Her arms are tied behind her back, no doubt with the same, unbreakable one that burns his skin. She's trashing, fighting to get out of the man's hold but one of the hands tighten against her upper back and force her head forward.

At the very moment she notices her dark haired lover, relief is prominent along her features, a small breath released but she doesn't get much time because the large hand tightenings around her arm, bruises already starting to form as he pushes her forward.

"Ow! Don't be so rough asshole!" Bucky grimaces at her words, watching her face contort with pain. His top lip raises in a snarl, a warning to the man but he doesn't even take the time of day to look at Bucky.

"I thought I told you not to come." She doesn't even get time to reply, instead a small gasp falls from lips as an unexpected hand grips her hair and roughly brings her to her knees. He mentions for her to move over, to be back to back with Bucky before typing them together.

"Leave her alone asshole." Buck's jaw clenches with every word, the belly of muscles popping through showing his disapprovement of the way the man his touching his girl. "Don't be so rough with her."

He expects the stupid, cruel laugh but not the rather large knee cap to the face.

Bucky groans in pain as the skin of his bottom lip rips from the impact, the bitter, metallic tastes floods his mouth as he sucks it between his teeth to nurse the pain. He peers up at the man with a devilish smirk and spits the blood-salvia mixture right on his boots.

"Keep it up Soldat and your little girlfriend will get it." The warning is enough to make his blood run cold and head drop to the floor, not wanting to take the risk.

"Soldat? Bucky, what's going on?" The question is asked as soon as the room is cleared. Bucky feels slightly smaller finger tips reach for his own. Without a second thought he holds them, warming them between his own, a silent 'everything is going to be fine.'

"I told you not to come." Bucky breaks the silence, clearly annoyed, his tone does very little to hide it. Spitting the pooling blood onto the floor once again.

As a a response she rolls her eyes, feeling his fingers intertwine with her own. "It's been three days since you checked in, I knew something was wrong and here you are."

"I specifically told you before I left -."

"I know what you told me!" She sna and pulls her fingers away as irritation wrinkles the skin between her brows.

It's not visible, but Bucky pouts to himself, blindly reaching out to grasp her hands again. "I'm sorry Hun, I just don't want you near these people."

It's not that she's not capable, any other mission she would be his first choice, lover or not. It's the reasoning why, they want the Winter Soldier who is no longer. A part of his life he has promised to get far, far away from her.

"They called you Soldat."

"Not Hydra." Bucky mumbles as large thumb rubs soft circles into the palm of her hand. The heat of his body leaning against her, the suboccipital of his head using her shoulder for some kind of support. He's exhausted from holding himself up, legs ached to stand again. "But they want the Winter Soldier. Keep asking what the words are."

"How did they get you anyways?"

"Don't want to talk about it." Irritation is written across his features, in the way his forehead creases, smile lines dropping downward to follow the line of his pursed lips.

He waits as she struggles, shifting weight from her left to her right, pulling hands apart for the low chance her kidnapper managed to not tighten the zip tie all the way but there is no use.

"Honey, what makes you think If I, a super soldier couldn't get out of here, that you can?"

"Jeeze, you're a grump today." She murmurs as Bucky huffs, baby blues rolling at the comment. Shifting back and forth, pulling as hard as she could until the makeshift cuffs pull the hair on her arms.

"Stop, you're going to hurt yourself." Bucky's tone is sharp, gruff as he leans further against the pole, completely given up.

"Don't Tell me what to do." She argues, Bucky doesn't even have to see it to know she's sticking her tongue out at him.

"Real mature."

"Well you're being mean! I came here to help you --." She begins, but the sharp breath Bucky exhales shows frustration, shifting from hip to hip to relieve the soreness of his backside.

"I told you not to come, I told you three times."

"What was I supposed to do? Leave you here, like this?" Frustration clearly shown by the way her forehead wrinkles and bitting her bottom lip.

"Yes!"

"God, you are so stubborn. What are we supposed to do now? These idiots don't know that you're not the winter soldier anymore." Despite feeling totally hopeless, her eyes run across the room, looking for something, anything to get them free.

"I tried telling them -."

"Wait, wait, they don't know you're the winter soldier anymore." The thought forms a smile on her lips, shifting a little closer to lean into Bucky.

"You just said that." Lack of sleep and food has made Bucky a little sluggish, weak but he's had worse.

"I love you to death, but when I get out of here I'm going to strangle you." Bucky snorts at her words,"I mean that I can say I know the words, given them to you and -."

"They'll untie me." A smile forms at the corner of his lips at the thought. His backside ached, body crunched over for days, he wanted nothing more then to stand.

"Bingo baby, when he comes back I'll tell him." She starts, "We should make noise and get someone's attention."

"God you are so fucking smart, why are you with me?"

"Buck, shut up." He can't help but chuckle, surprisingly clam despite the situation. With soft, circular motions finger tips touch her own, feeling every ridge that so uniquely defined. It's his own way of showing how much he's missed her; it's only been a few days but more then often thoughts of her fill his memory.

"I missed you."

"This isn't the time Buck, we need to get them in her-."

"You look beautiful."

A small smile fills the lines of her lips, bitting down of the fat of the bottom one as she looks down at the floor. "You can't even see me."

"Don't have to honey." The words are sweet and she wishes she could just turn around and kiss his dumb, stupid face with that lopsided grin until he speaks again, "you're the most beautiful girl in the world, even though you can't listen for shit -."

Before she could even comment the clicking of the door has the pair sitting straight as a smirk pulls on lips. "Show time babydoll, start crying."

"You start crying!"

"We have to make it believable! Cry and say that you know the words and the only way you'll give them up is they let you go." He's whisper yelling now as the foot steps clank the floor and every loud echo makes her visibly gringe.

"Okay, okay, shut up already, I am crying to concentrate!" Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, putting on his own little show.

A pair of black boots blur in front of her as false tears blur her vision. While he doesn't touch her, the man sinks to one knee, hovering only inches away. "Why are you crying girl?"

"I want to go home." Bucky has to hold in a laugh at the fake sob but manages to stay quiet. "Let me go, please, please."

***

The moment the words are muttered from the man's mouth, Bucky stiffens, the words effortlessly falling from his lips in German. "Ready to comply."

They don't suspect a think as one reaches over, knife in hand to cut the ropes. Bucky stands at attention, a lonely, dark void in his eyes.

One man observes him, despite how Bucky towers over him. "Soldat, kill her."

The way he stalks over, the darkness in his eyes is so believable that she even think there's a chance that the trigger words did work like intended. Bucky's fingers press against her jawline, angling her to look up. Bucky frowns suddenly, heading the voice behind him. "Kill her."

It all happens so fast, Bucky starts right into action, metal arm connecting with the man's face as blood drips onto the cement only inches away from her current position.

A roar rips from the other man's chest as he fully engages Bucky but with one swift movement Bucky's hand wraps around his throat, hearing gasping breath as Bucky slams him so hard into the ground it winds him.

One at a time they get up, time after time until they both manage to get the upper hand, pulling and pulling at both of his arms until Bucky gets so get up he lets out a grunt as he pushes both away with super human strength.

The problem is one of the men came tumbling right towards her, full body weight knocking her from her seated position into side lying but that's not what worried Bucky. The sound of her skull hitting the ground with such force, it makes him feel sick. With both men down, he hurries towards her.

"Ow." She hisses trying to pick herself up from the ground, the rough rope scratching her wrist. Hands bound behind her back aren't enough to lift her back up, no matter how hard she struggles.

"I gotcha, I gotcha." Bucky's hands find her shoulder, squeezing it affectionately once she's upright and pulling the ropes off with ease. Hands cup her cheeks with side to side motions, steel blues look over for an injury as angles her eyes to meet his own.

The light is suddenly so bright, a thick, white cast makes her wince and as a result squeezing her eyes shit. For a moment everything is gone, a sheet of black as sight disappears behind eyelids. The hand against the back of her head pulls her from a deep void, opening her eyes to a sight of a very, very worried Bucky. His hand is gently tapping against her cheek - to wake her nonetheless, concern laces his eyes, creates a wrinkle of confusion between dark brows.

His lips are moving but there's nothing to hear, he's watching her eyes fall hooded, all color draining as blood pressure starts to decline. It was too hard, she hit her head too hard.

"Honey, hey, hey look at me." It falls on deaf ears, fingers gently prod against the base of her skull, around the curve of her ears, looking for a wound, or even blood but there's nothing. A metal finger presses under her chin, begging falling eyes to give some sign of consciousness. "Does it hurt? Where does it hurt, babe?"

The groan of pain that leaves her lips is a small piece of relief, a hand reaches out to push the hair from frames the soft structure of her face. "Baby? God, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

"Mmmmm." The soft hand reaches out, up the distance of hair arm, over the muscular bulges of his arm before laying flat against the swell of his chest. The hand pushes, trying to create as much distance as possible. It was hard to breath, he was smothering her.

Bucky didn't let up, only pulled her closer until her forehead rest against his lateral clavicle, supporting all her body weight as a nose nuzzles into his chest. He lets out a breath of relief, one hand wrapped around the base of her back, rubbing soothing circles against the skin and the other curling into the base of her skull, with gentle fingers. "You scared me."

"'m fine, Buck."

"Your head sounded like a nut cracking on the pavement." He argues, still examinating for any blood or wound. "I know I call you peanut brain all the time but I was just kidding."

"You are the most annoying -." The words are cut short by a pair of dry, pink lips, lovingly pressing against her own. The full thickness of his bottom lip pressing between her own, long and sweet, filled with unspoken words; Thank goodness you're okay, I don't know what I would do without you.

Bucky pulls away, pressing her forehead against his chest, his arm wrapping around to coddle and away with her. It's mumbled under his breath, "You scared me, baby."

[mmvalentine]

Maybe Rhys drugs Feyre so she can talk and see but she can’t move and he has his fun? 👀

Pinned

Feyre and Rhys are at war.

Whoever pins their mate first wins. If Rhys wins, he gets to fuck Feyre. If Feyre wins, she gets to fuck Rhys.

It’s a good game.

It started off as a training exercise, if Feyre recalls correctly. Rhys would come up in a sneak attack and incapacitate her, and timed how long it would take her to get free, fight back, and pin him to the ground.

Of course, Rhys enjoyed this far too much.

The first time, he plunged her into utter darkness while they were walking in the forest, and Feyre was left groping around trying not trip over roots or walk into low branches. She strained her ears but her mate’s low chuckle seemed to come from directly behind her, at the nape of her neck no matter which way she turned.

Where are you going, lost little bird? he purred in her mind. Feyre spun, reaching out but touching nothing. Suddenly, rough hands shoved her and her back hit tree back. Feyre tried to open her eyes wider, but it was no use. She was blind.

“Why don’t you show yourself, coward,” Feyre lashed out. The darkness was amused.

I can see, he said. Feyre jumped when his tongue hit her neck. Licked a broad stripe all the way up the side of her throat and ended just below her ear.

Where’s your fight back? Rhys crooned. Maybe you need to learn not to rely on your eyes so much.

“Maybe,” Feyre conceded. Rhys was now moving his lips back and forth along her jaw. “Or maybe I just need to look on the bright side.”

Rhys had just lifted his hands to cradle her skull, when Feyre let a ball of light burst forth from her chest. Rhys flinched and stumbled back, while the day court glow flooded down Feyre’s limbs. She gave him a wide smile as she drew in a deep breath and looked around herself.

“Much better,” she said, and before Rhys could recover, she knocked him to the ground. He made an oof sound as he landed, and Feyre straddled his chest on the leaf covered forest floor.

“I win,” she said, and kissed his nose. Rhys laughed and pulled her down to kiss his mouth. His hands wound her hair around and around his fingers, and Feyre pulled his trousers open. The shadows melted away, but Feyre didn’t stop glowing while they made love amongst the trees.

The second time, Rhys bound Feyre in her sleep, and woke her up with his breath hot on her lips and his fingers poised at the apex of her thighs.

Feyre moaned softly, and her eyes fluttered open. Rhys smiled at her, kissed her gently, and said “Good morning, lover.” Feyre smiled back at first, but then tried to reach for him and suddenly realised what he had done. Rhys smiled wider.

“Untie me you prick,” Feyre growled.

“Untie yourself,” Rhys replied, and then started stroking his fingers gently over her pussy. Feyre groaned and squirmed against the soft cotton ropes, but they held firm.

“How am I supposed to untie myself?” Feyre snapped. But Rhys only shrugged, and moved his teeth in her shoulder.

“Doesn’t really sound like my problem, does it?” He winked at her, then reached his free arm under and around her to squeeze her breast from behind.

Anger coiled in Feyre’s gut. This arrogant, smug bastard. She clenched her fists together and pulled her wrists apart. Of course the rope didn’t budge.

And yet Rhys let go of her suddenly, as if burned.

Burned.

That was the answer. Feyre fanned her anger into flame, and with a white hot flourish the rope against her skin burned away. Feyre turned to Rhys in triumph, and found him sitting up against the headboard. Watching her with light dancing in his eyes, even as he blew on his singed fingertips. Feyre laughed, and sat herself over his lap.

“I win again,” she said, and Rhys leaned his head back and pushed her hair behind her ear.

“Clever girl,” he whispered. Then he gripped her hips and ground her down over his lap, right onto his hard cock. Feyre’s hands found the top of the headboard as she rocked against him, until she was soaking through her panties.

She kneeled up off Rhys’s lap, and he met her eyes only briefly before he was sliding down the bed so that his face was level with her hips. He pulled her underwear down, tugged her forward and sucked her clit into his mouth. Feyre moaned and let her head fall back, hands still gripping the headboard, as Rhys ate her out while his fingers softly stroked the backs of her thighs where he held her.

After that, Feyre started getting revenge.

One time Rhys stepped into the bath, and the water rose suddenly into great spikes of ice that imprisoned him in the tub. His naked flesh broke out in goosebumps and he shivered so hard his teeth clacked together, while Feyre stood before him and ran her hot tongue over his chest.

One time Feyre soaked a pair of leather cuffs in faebane, and when he closed his eyes to kiss her she shackled him to the bed frame. He strength was sapped in an instant, and the shadows thrashed helplessly while Feyre dripped candle wax onto his wings.

One time Feyre painted herself to camouflage in with the mountain side, and lay in wait until Rhys walked by and then abducted him into a small cave. Rhys had yelped in surprise, then pushed her up against the wall and began to muddy the paint on her skin.

So now, Rhys has a plan.

He makes her breakfast in bed one morning, and laces her orange juice with a paralytic potion he pinched from Magda’s stores. He knows that if Feyre tries very hard, her healing powers can rid her body of the stuff in minutes. But only if she tries very hard.

It's a good thing Feyre is training.

Rhys lies across the bed propped up on an elbow, still in his undershorts and mussed hair. He watches Feyre smile as she bites into her toast, and then raises her glass to wash it all down. So innocent. So adoring. So full of trust.

As if he didn’t still have her nail marks in his back.

The potion works quickly, and Rhys’s grin spreads wider as Feyre looks down first in confusion, and then in rage as her limbs slow and stiffen.

Rhys tsks as he swiftly removes the tray of food before it spills.

“Never accept food or drink unless you're certain of your trust, dearest,” he lectures. “I shouldn’t have to explain that to you.”

Feyre raises an eyebrow, finding her face still able to move although her legs are now lead. “And am I not to trust you, mate?” she throws back at him. Rhys looks affronted.

“Of course not darling, we’re at war.” He shakes his head, and arranges her arms above her head. Feyre tries to push back against him, but cannot.

Rhys drapes himself languidly over her body, tracing his finger from her brow to her lips and around the edge of her breast.

"I think I like you like this," he says, and the weight of him presses the air from Feyre's lungs. "Laid out on my bed and unable to lift a finger."

"This is cheating," Feyre protests. "How is it training if you've poisoned me?"

"How indeed?" Rhys echoes. "If only there was some way you could rid your body of toxins and ailments. Pity."

Feyre glares at him, and he starts to slide her night dress up her body like he has all the time in the world. "Well," he muses. "I guess you'll just be my plaything until you figure it out." And with that he closes his mouth over her breast and pulls her nipple between his teeth.

Feyre gasps and instinctively arches her back, but her spine does not obey. Rhys chuckles, and flicks his tongue over the tip of her. His hands continue undressing her, fluttering over her skin as it is increasingly exposed.

"Did I ever tell you you have the most divine skin?" Rhys says, as he begins to press kisses all over her abdomen. Across her ribcage, down her stomach. His fingertips smooth over the length of her legs, and then his warm hands glide up the inside of her thighs. "No one makes silk like your skin, not even in the faerie realm." Rhys's nose skims across her hips, and goosebumps rise up her useless arms. "Just want to spend all day touching you."

Rhys keeps moving his lips, lower and lower. She can feel him smile when she tries to lift her hips to him. His thumbs circle against her so that they just barely brush the cotton of her underwear, and his tongue starts to play everywhere but where she wants it most.

"Rhys," she whispers, straining against the drug. But her mate frowns.

"Now now," he says, "playthings don't talk."

Finally, finally he licks a stripe up her pussy and it ends in a suckling kiss against her clit. Feyre sighs in relief, but then he's teasing again. He's flicking feather light touches against her clit, and if she could just get closer-

"You're thinking far too loudly pet," Rhys says mildly, lifting his face to look at her. "Be a good girl and lie still now."

"Prick," Feyre spits back at him, and without batting an eye Rhys slides two fingers inside her.

Feyre's eyes roll and her fingers twitch as she's stroked, in and out with his expert touch. For a minute, she forgets to struggle and just lets herself relax while he slowly builds her up. Rhys smiles as Feyre begins to moan.

"More," she breathes. "Faster."

But Rhys does the opposite. Adds a thumb over her clit but slows his movements down and grins feline when Feyre's eyes snap open.

"What's wrong, Feyre darling?" he coos. Feyre cries out in frustration, and tries to rock herself on his hand. Of course, she can't. Rhys's grin spreads, and she wants to smack him.

Feyre closes her eyes, and tries to take a deep breath. She knows she can access her healing powers if she can just calm down.

At that moment, Rhys starts rubbing the flat of his tongue up and down her clit while his fingers continue their torturous motion. Feyre's mind slides out of clarity, and she can feel herself soak his hand.

She sucks a breath in through her teeth, and tries to focus again. Rhys is now taking bites over her hips, hurting her just enough to pull her attention. Feyre ignores him as best she can, and imagines the potion being drained from her veins.

In a strange mix of sensations, Feyre starts to feel her energy draining into the effort of healing herself, but also begins to feel lighter. The heaviness lifts, just a little, from her limbs.

When Rhys slides up her body and licks his tongue up her throat, Feyre's head tilts back and her hips find his. She still can't get her arms to move, but her back arches up slightly, and her breasts press up against Rhys's bare chest.

"Good girl," Rhys whispers. He is rock hard between her legs, and grinds into her with rolling hips. He pulls her underwear the rest of the way off. Then his. His cock glides against the wetness of her, and his lips find the line of her jaw.

Feyre's toes curl, and her knees start to bend. She wants so badly to get her legs around his hips, but she can't quite do it.

"Is that the best you can do?" Rhys taunts, words vibrating in the hollow of her throat. Her fingers twitch toward her palm, and Rhys spots the motion. He smiles, bites down on her lip and lifts her wrists above her head. His knees cage her hips. "I think this is you pinned," he says in her ear, and then kisses her mouth.

Feyre throws everything she has into pushing the poison out, and just as Rhys's lips leave hers, she pulls out of his grip like Cassian taught her, flips their position and straddles Rhys's hips victoriously.

Rhys laughs and laughs.

"I almost had you there, dearest," he says. But Feyre is in no mood.

"Shut up," she tells him, and then takes his cock in her hand and sits down on it.

Rhys groans as she comes down tight around him. His hands grip her hips, but at this stage Feyre doesn't care what he does. She puts her hands on his thighs behind her and bounces on his lap, getting him exactly where she needs him. Rhys holds his thumb over her clit while she moves, and lets her take over.

Feyre's head drops back and release drips down her spine. She's so wound up she knows it won't take much to push her over the edge. Rhys leans forward to get his mouth on her breasts, and when his tongue flicks at her nipple she start to come. Rhys grabs her hips when her movements get erratic and keeps fucking her through her climax, so that she keeps screaming as he finds his own release and by the time he lets her go she is limp in his arms.

Feyre rests against Rhys's chest, as they breathe hard together.

"I win," Feyre mumbles. Rhys chuckles softly.

"When this is losing," he says, "somehow I don't mind at all."

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[ikeromantic]

Warlord Reactions to MC Dominatrix

This is just some random thoughts on the romanceable warlords and how they might react to a dominatrix MC. All in fun, and probably not the first to think about this. I blame @scruffymctee for putting this in my head.

Approx. 900 words

Nobunaga

“What are you wearing, fireball?” He looks excited and curious, completely down with it as MC ties him up and takes out a riding crop. He enjoys the feisty, assertive side of her, and likes watching her move in that tight, tight leather. He’s not terribly fond of pain, but I think he’d like getting spanked so long as MC kisses and makes it better later.

Hideyoshi

“You - what are you doing? Those clothes don’t look very comfortable. And what is that in your hand? Do you need me to carry - mmmfff?!” (ball gag is necessary for Hidemama) He is horrified that MC is wearing such revealing clothes, and confused by the props. Handcuffs, ball-gags, whips, and nipple clamps . . . but secretly, excited too. It’s not often he can give up control to someone else.

Mitsuhide

“Little mouse, you look . . . delicious. What are you planning to do with that whip? Shall I show you some techniques?” Mitsuhide would be completely amused by a dominatrix MC. He’d follow along with whatever she told him just to see what she would do next. It would be hard to surprise him, but some modern day toys would do the trick. Beware though, as any technique used on him would definitely be used on MC later!

Masamune

“If you’re going to play rough, you better slap me like you mean it.” Masamune would enjoy the game, playing sub to MC’s dom. Given his guilt complex and PTSD over events in his past, he will need a lot of aftercare no matter how much he enjoys being dommed. I can see him asking for dominatrix MC when he needs to give up control, something that’s hard for our one-eyed dragon to do.

Ieyasu

“Hey! Be careful! That actually hurt!” Ieyasu will be a complete grump about it, complaining over every pinch, slap, and restraint, but secretly he will enjoy the attention. Especially once he figures out he gets extra-special aftercare treatment. Beware though, because he may turn the tables on MC and play a dom-doctor to sub-patient game.

Mitsunari

“Are you going to tie me up? What is that for? You want me to call you Mistress?” Wide purple eyes follow every move and ask questions at every turn, with the potential to kill the mood. BUT if you let our innocent angel read up on modern BDSM how could you! , he’ll return to the dungeon ready and willing to play his part. I think exploring new sensations would be fun for him, but be prepared for awkward questions in inappropriate places.

Sasuke

“Nice cosplay! You even got real handcuffs! Is that from Akame ga Kill? Or Sorcerer Hunter?” Sasuke takes some convincing that dominatrix MC actually plans to dom him. He doesn’t mind being a sub, in fact, he enjoys it. The positions are clearly defined and he likes being surprised. The hardest part for Sasuke is being immobilized. He can handle all the hot wax MC wants to drip, but slap that boy in cuffs and blindfold him and he will start to sweat.

Kenshin

“Untie me this instant! I need to touch you . . . please?” Kenshin goes along with dominatrix MC, curious at first and always willing to do what makes her happy. But the teasing and the torture get to him fast - he is used to being in control, and not being able to touch MC when and how he wants to is the real dom with him. Despite his frustration at being powerless when in bondage, Kenshin would definitely come back for more. He secretly enjoys yielding to MC and letting her decide how far things will go.

Shingen

“Goddess, I worship at your feet. If you wish to walk me with a leash, then lead on. I am your toy.” Shingen does NOT take much convincing. He isn’t much for real pain, but being forced to obey MC’s every whim is fun for him. He loves being teased, especially games of self-restraint where his own pleasure is denied until he has MC’s permission. Expect Shingen to be a dungeon regular.

Yukimura

“What? No! No no no, I haven’t been a naughty boy! You - you weirdo boar woman!” Yuki is scared of dominatrix MC. Scared because seeing her in those clothes excites him. He hasn’t had to obey a woman and it doesn’t come naturally. That said, I think he’d end up enjoying it once he relaxes. Just don’t expect him to ever admit it.

Kennyo

“Wh-why are you dressed that way? Is this some Oda devilry?” Kennyo would be completely turned on by sexy dominatrix clothes, but really not into the idea of being dominated. He’s been through too much to be into masochism, and he’s already disciplined. Self denial is his second nature. I guess what I'm saying is that Kennyo’s done all this before. But I think the abbot could be persuaded to have some kinky fun with toys. Think pegs, vibes, and other battery operated devices.

Motonari

“What’s that yer wearing? And why do ya have gloves on too?” Motonari would be nervous going in, partly because of his personal trauma and partly because he’s a cautious guy. It requires a lot for Motonari to trust anyone, and the level of trust he’d need to allow for bondage is huge - I don’t think he’d let himself be tied down or blindfolded. BUT dominatrix MC could have a lot of fun with our pirate and a bucket of latex. I think he’d be excited by the prospect of being coated in latex, able to touch but not touch MC in a thousand naughty, inventive ways. MC spankings and other torments would require a lot of aftercare, but the pirate would be amused by her taking the initiative and demanding what she wants.

[putseraphinaonthaphone]

I like 'em nasty | Dark!Rimming HCs

cw// dubcon, manipulation, queer ftm reader, rimming (male & female receiving), creampies, size kink, authority kink, d/s dynamics

Momo

She was the second highest authority in the class, so when she told you she would be coming to your room later to 'tutor' you- the nerdy kid who was even less noticeable than Midoriya- you didn't question it in the slightest

And now, after a few pointed words about her family's influence and how no one would ever believe you anyway, your wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts with cuffs she created with her quirk and slapped on you before you could even think of escaping

The last thing you saw before her ass was smothering your face was her glistening pussy

She pinched your nipples, placed a vibrator against your clit to force you to moan and struggle beneath her

"This feels good already, darling, I don't care if your clit goes numb- either you eat my ass with your tongue as deep inside me as you can reach or we continue as we are."

So you licked her hole, slowly at first, and after a while you remembered how much you crushed on Momo before this whole thing started, how you always dreamed of her sitting on your face

You could find the silver lining in this without being a slut like she called you right?

"That's it, ah, ngh- deeper, deeper!" Momo reached behind her and spread her cheeks for you wider, grinding down onto your tongue with shaking legs

Was Momo really that into having her asshole fucked with your tongue?

The thought made your pussy burn with need, and you were squeezing your thighs together shamelessly

Momo noticed, of course she did, and her laugh was mixed with the moans you drew out of her

"You like this don't you? Fuck yeah you do, mm, little slut. Don't worry- I'll force you to stick your tongue up my ass every night. You'll be worshiping my shithole for the rest of your life."

She rode your tongue until she came so hard she collapsed on top of you, her cheek resting against your thigh and her pussy and ass (slick and glistening with your spit) exposed to you as she twitched.

And you could resist going in to lick her pussy next, wanting her to blackmail you as much as she wanted as long as you could continue to drink from her pussy

Bakugou

"You fucking slut, you should be grateful"

He didn't need to force you, you were desperate for him, to touch him, taste him please him worship him

Because he was your step Dad, the pro-hero Dynamight, and he knew how irresistible he was

So when he ordered you to "worship my asshole like it's your god"

You obeyed

Licking and kissing and sucking at his beautiful twitching hole that you wished you had a real cock to stuff into

"That's it kiddo, make love to my sweaty hole, I should've known your slut mother would have a nasty little perv for a son"

"You love being used by your own step dad don't you? Ngh- little whore, fucking begging for it as soon as your mom's out the door"

"If you're good I'll give you my load instead of giving you a step sibling" your hips jerked, searching for the cock that you heard fucking his own slick fist while you happily suffocated between his cheeks.

Your whines and whimpers against his asshole only made him hotter, and he was so hard he thought he would break his dick with the intensity of the orgasm he felt coming on

"I'll let you get me nice and hard with your tongue up my ass because fuck- you're a prime ass eater," He chuckled then and ground his muscular yet still fat ass into your mouth, cupping his heavy cum filled balls, "and then I'll fuck a baby into your womb. I gotta lotta cum for your hungry boypussy now. Deal?"

Shoto

Your best friend wasn't one to talk, and since you were extremely introverted and more inclined to read or write in peaceful quiet it only added to the compatibility you two shared as friends since childhood

But there was one time when he actually started talking so much it seemed like he couldn't stop

It started when he let his curiosity get the best of him one day, and picked up the notebook you were writing in while you went to the bathroom

Reading the filthy fantasies you wrote about him made him hard even as it made him think...

When you came back into the room Shoto was only wearing his boxers and flipping through your journal with that ever impassive face of his

"You really are a filthy little slut aren't you? How long have you wanted to 'run out of air' with my ass on your face?" His words made your cheeks burn and you stuttered, stammered, tried to explain-

"I'll let you. If you make me cum I'll consider letting this become a regular thing, if you don't-- I'll be giving this notebook to Mr. Aizawa and you'll most likely be expelled." The calm delivery of the threat sent a shiver of fear down your spine, but it crossed wires with your desire for your two toned friend and enhanced it somehow.

You kneaded the fat of his ass when he lowered his boxers far enough down his thighs you could access his hole and he could reach his own shaft to stroke himself occasionally

You spit on his hole, kissed it, fucked it by stiffening the wet muscle of your tongue, and you sucked just to make Shoto shiver when you pulled away with a vulgar 'pop'

But it was when you moaned into his asshole that Shoto came all over your tits and stomach

Izuku

He's way too into this

The whimpers and whines as he settles his ass over your face, the innocent, shy licks of your tongue against his taint before you figure out what your doing with your vision obstructed

You trusted your big brother when he said this is how grown ups show appreciation for their man's hard work, and you wanted to be a big boy for him

But your big brother was taking longer and longer to respond to your taps against his thigh when you needed to breath

He would start muttering while he smothered your mouth with his musky hole

"That's it baby bro, just use your tongue, deeper, reach bro- ah! Just like ngh- just like that. You love eating my sweaty ass?

"You're so good to me bro, I bet your pussy wants some dick while you're tongue deep in my ass huh?"

"Maybe I'll bring Kacchan over, and he can -fuck!- fill your pretty little pussy while I get spoiled by your tongue, huh?"

The praise and the slick sounds of his hand on his cock made your head fuzzy, and you found yourself following his commands on how to get your tongue deeper inside him and nodding along with his plans to share you

Just like the obedient brother Izuku had molded you into

Kirishima

size kinkkkkk

he likes that you're so small

he likes that he towers over you, and that he's going to have to work so hard not to crush you if he sits on your face

"it's okay baby, just let me ride your tongue for a bit and then I'll untie you"

you had struggled a bit, but Eijiro's dick was achingly hard, so in quick order there was a spider gag forcing your tongue out for him to use as he wished and your hands and legs bound to the bed posts

you were quickly light headed because no matter how much he thought he was being gentle- Kirishima was suffocating you with his ass

your tongue's flat drag over his asshole was driving him crazy with want for more, more more, so he just kept gripping your hair and forcing your tongue more firmly into his hole

your tiny struggled beneath his, and he knew his ass must be swallowing you up, but he didn't care

it felt too good to stop

[bruhstories]

Baby, I’ve Already got Your Heart

Summary: An accidental meeting between Armin and Y/N leads to an unhealthy obsession. Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings: stalking, language, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), switch!Reader, switch!Armin, rope is involved. Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: This fic is heavily inspired by this song. It is surprisingly wholesome, considering the tags xD

Armin Arlert. The purest man in the world. You accidentally met him one cold, rainy day when he entered your coffee shop for shelter and warmth. He naively talked to you, grateful for how nice you were with him, grateful for the cappuccino on the house, grateful for the towel you offered him to dry himself off. Little did Armin know, a fixation sprouted in your mind and heart, developing into the unhealthiest obsession. He was just so cute — and you just had to have him. It helped to know that you were both going to the same university, and after that, you knew everything about him: his Facebook, Instagram, email address, hell, you even knew his real address. To be fair, it was a piece of cake, the boy was absolutely clueless and whenever he 'accidentally' met you, he thought it was by pure chance. The next and most obvious step was to befriend people in his social circle, one Jean Kirstein, one Sasha Braus and one Connie Springer. Naturally, you did your homework, and you knew his best friends were Eren Jaeger and Mikasa Ackerman, but they weren't easy targets. Besides, it would jeopardise your entire plan, as you found Armin was considered a genius. An oblivious genius. He didn't know it yet, but you loved him and he loved you too, right?

A text from Sasha, months after you first met the angelic man, set your plan in motion. A casual gaming night at Armin's place, and you were invited. How perfect. Poor glutton Sasha had no fucking clue how much you were using her, how you told her you want to meet a cute guy, someone nice and caring, someone smart and attentive. The girl put two and two together and decided she just had to introduce you to one of her friends, especially that he was also interested in meeting a girl like you. Unbelievable — you acted surprised, met up with Sasha and left for Armin's little gaming night. You wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Starting from tonight, he'd be yours. Forever.

"Armiiiiiiiiin, I brought a plus one!" Sasha barged into his house. "This is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, Armin! Oh shit, pretzels!" The brown-haired woman left the two of you in the hallway and the blond flashed you a smile.

"I feel like I've seen you before." He mused as he closed the door behind you.

"If you ever drink coffee at Rose's you might've seen me there." You smiled and removed your leather jacket, revealing a Pearl Jam t-shirt.

"No way you listen to them!" Armin blurted.

"Are you kidding me? They're my favourite!" You lied through your teeth with a sickly-sweet smile.

"Mine too! Oh, I know, you're the girl who gave me a free cappuccino months ago!"

"I remember! You were drenched in rainwater." You laughed as the two of you entered the living room. "I had to mop up the puddles you left behind."

"I'm so sorry about that..." He blushed. Your heart fluttered and you couldn't wait to get your hands on him, but for the time being, you needed to behave.

"No worries, I just hope you didn't catch a cold." You assured Armin and sympathetically placed a hand on his shoulder. There he goes, blushing again. It couldn't be... was he a virgin? Fuck. This was better than you could've imagined.

"Who's this?"

"Oh, Mikasa, Eren, this is Y/N. She's friends with Sasha."

"Nice to meet you!" Eren shook your hand. "Oh, God, you listen to Pearl Jam, too? You nerds are going to get along just fine." He joked.

The night went great, and you actually had fun with Armin and his friends, despite not intending to mingle with them too much. People started leaving around 2 am, but Eren and Mikasa stayed longer. Too fucking long — and things were boring now anyway. You and Armin kept talking about video games and books, Mikasa fell asleep on Eren who was playing fucking Farmville on his phone. They had to leave as soon as possible.

"Hey, Y/N, we can take you home." Eren suggested and you froze. Shit.

"Didn't you say you're almost out of gas?" Armin questioned his friend.

"Ah, fuck, you're right. I still don't know how that happened — I fuelled the tank yesterday!" The brunette scoffed. "Guess you're on your own, Y/N."

"It's alright, I'll take an uber." You politely smiled.

"Alright, we'll wait for you."

Oh, for fuck's sake. Truth be told, you appreciated how nice and caring Armin's friends were, but you had a different goal to accomplish.

"You really don't have to, plus I have to use the bathroom." You excused yourself. "Um, where is the bathroom exactly?"

"Upstairs, first door on the right." Armin told you while gathering plates and cups from the table. You nodded and climbed up the stairs. Your hand hovered over the bathroom doorknob for a good minute, eyes drifting to the door next to it. Armin's bedroom, by the looks of it. Surely, you could take a look, right? Fuck it. You opened the second door and at first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. LED and fairy lights encircled a corner of his room and, curiously, you walked closer to see what that was, because it didn't look like a desk. Your Y/E/C widened when you saw tens of framed photographs of yourself on the square table, objects you thought you lost and — Jesus, was that your bra? A rush of anxiety hit you, but before you could do anything, a blow to your head blurred your vision.

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Dark lashes fluttered as you opened your eyes. The sudden realisation that you were naked and restrained to a bed made you jolt. What just happened?

"Fucking finally, I thought you'd never wake up." Armin greeted you, but his voice was different, deeper and darker.

"Ar-ugh, Armin?" You groaned at the stinging sensation at the back of your head.

"You know, I was relieved you didn't leave with Sasha, otherwise you would've slipped between my fingers again."

Again?

"Ugh, and Eren and his stupid idea. 'We'll take you home.'" He mocked his best friend with a high pitch. "I've been dreaming for this moment since I walked into that shitty coffee shop."

You were at a loss for words. This was not the Armin you fantasised about, not the Armin you wanted. He was much more and much worse. And. So. Much. Better.

Alright then, you'd put up a show for him.

"P-please, Armin, please untie m-me! I'll be good, I p-promise!" You stuttered and whimpered, trying your best to sound genuine.

"Why, so you can run away?" The blond scoffed. So, he didn't know you stalked him. What a twist.

"I won't r-run, I swear!"

"Bullshit." Armin bent over your body, hands around your neck. You gasped and pretended to be startled by his touch, but in reality, your core was already burning with lust. You knew you couldn't keep up with this charade. "No, Y/N, I won't untie you. But we'll have so much fun." He sneered.

"You promise?"

"Yes. Wait—"

Your laughter filled the bedroom, genuine laughter that baffled Armin. Was this some sort of reverse psychology trick?

"Oh, Armin, even when you reveal your true colours, you're still oblivious to the reality of what's in front of you."

"Then enlighten me, what am I so oblivious to?" He folded his arms across his chest and waited.

"The fact that this was my fucking plan, too." You stretched as much as your restraints allowed you to and licked your lips. "I guess we both stalked each other without even knowing. How ridiculous."

"I think I would've known if you stalked me, Y/N."

"Really? Let me prove it, then. Your favourite food's Carbonara pasta, your favourite drink is peach and lychee iced tea, favourite movie is Interstellar, you lived on Sheena street until you were 12–"

"That's common knowledge, Sasha could've told you any of that." Armin blurted, growing impatient.

"You watch BDSM and asphyxiation porn between 10 pm and 11 pm every Tuesday, you're a virgin, you own a fleshlight–"

"Fuck, alright!" He threw his hands in the air, defeated. "So, what next?"

"You untie me and you tear me apart, Armin, that's what's next."

The blond hesitated before removing the cuffs on your ankles, still unsure about the ropes around your wrists. Clearly, you weren't making things up, but what were the chances of both of you stalking each other? For a brief moment, Armin felt guilty for hitting you and practically holding you captive, and you could see that on his face, but obsession and desire soon took over, and he reverted back to his darker self. His soft hands moved from your ankles to your knees, up your thighs and stomach, stopping above your chest, deciding it's best if you're not fully free. Armin licked his lips and climbed on top of you, unbuttoning his flannel shirt. You thought was surprisingly strong for such a thin man, but when the unbuttoned shirt revealed his chiselled abdomen, it made sense why he was strong.

"The wrists, Armin." You insisted but the blond clicked his tongue.

"I like you better when you're helpless." He pressed his lips onto yours in a hot kiss. A great kiss, you thought, your tongues wrestling for supremacy.

"Please, I want to touch you! I need to..." You trailed off, intoxicated by his smell, notes of saffron and cardamom. His hands roamed your shoulders, tickling your axilla and groping your breasts. "Please let me touch you, Armin!" You begged again, but he didn't say a word, his hot breath fanning over your oversensitive nipples, goosebumps all over your skin. His pink tongue poked out of his mouth and you watched him painstakingly slowly lick one of your nipples. It literally pained you to be unable to touch him, pull him closer to you. Alas, you had no choice, and despite yearning to be in control, it aroused you to have him control you.

"You smell so sweet." He abruptly stopped. "I bet you taste sweet, too."

"Armin..." His words made you brace yourself. While you weren't a virgin, you've never had anyone eat you out. The blond was already in between your legs, one hand resting under your thigh, the other gently touching your slick folds. Armin was so careful, like you were made of glass, and the ticklish sensation didn't help you at all. You wanted him to ram his cock inside of you and rearrange your guts, but he wanted to take his sweet time. The teasing only made you dizzy with pleasure, and you bucked your hips, trying to get him to move faster.

"You really need to learn to be patient, Y/N." Armin purred, pressing gentle kisses on your thighs. He lazily dragged his tongue across your slit, electricity shooting through your body. God, how you wanted to rip those ropes apart. Two fingers entered you and the blond gingerly licked your clit.  

"Fuck– so... so good ah–" You couldn't form a sentence even if your life counted on it. Gradually, you could feel your orgasm building up and Armin sensed it, picking up the pace. His fingers thrusted harder and you arched your back, the intensity too much for you. "Armin, please! I wanna come with your cock in me!" The begging didn't stop him, he was determined to make you finish then and there. And he did — within seconds you melted under his touch, legs trembling with pleasure. Armin pulled back, his mouth messy with saliva mixed with your juices.

"You come when I want you to come." His voice was low, almost like a growl. He unbuttoned his jeans, and you watched him like a hawk, waiting to see just how big his was, and you were not disappointed.

"Please please please let me suck it, please!" You begged him, eager to taste him. He smirked and kissed you, all the while rubbing his cock.

"You want this?" Armin quirked a brow at you. The little shit, jacking off in front of you and you couldn't even do anything about it.

"Armin..."

"Say it. Say you want it."

"Armin!"

"Say it, Y/N." He groaned, precum leaking from his member. Fuck.

"I... I want it..." You eventually gave up.

"Good girl." The blond climbed back on top of you. He raised your hips and you placed your legs on his shoulder, his first thrust slow and deep. Armin couldn't help the moan escaping his lips — this was so much better than that shitty fleshlight and countless porn videos. You couldn't deny the fact that it hurt, despite your soaking cunt, but you quickly adjusted to his size. As Armin pounded you, the bed underneath the two of you started moving and screeching, and the ropes tied to the metal bedframe loosened and you felt your arms fall onto the pillows. In his frenzy, the blond didn't notice, so you took this opportunity to lower your legs and wrap them around his waist, one hand grabbing his soft locks, the other wrapping around his neck. You used his weight against him and turned him over. You were in control.

Armin was taken aback by this, but the feeling of your fingers squeezing his throat only turned him on more. You bounced up and down, throwing your head back and groaning. He gripped your hips tightly, thrusting his own hips against yours.

"F-fuck me harder, Y/N!" He begged and you sped up. You felt like a queen — no, a goddess — when he asked you to fuck him, the feeling of him inside of you so addictive. He was your drug, and your rehab, your poison, and your antidote. And you were his and his only. His cock was twitching in your cunt and knew he was close but you didn't want to risk it. Swiftly, you got off of him and wrapped your lips around his dick, bobbing your head up and down. It didn't take long for him to finish, hot liquid shooting down your throat with one final grunt. You swallowed it all and threw yourself next to him. It was breaking dawn already, but you weren't tired. Physically, yes, both of you were exhausted, but mentally it felt like you discovered a hidden gem.

"What the fuck did we just do?" Armin calmly caressed your hair as you nuzzled his neck.

"Are we talking about the obsessively stalking each other part or the part where you hit me in the head? Or the fucking?"

"The everything." He explained. "This is wrong."

"Did it feel wrong?" You asked him, your fingers idly tracing circles over his chest.

"Well, no..."

"Then it's not wrong." You shrugged. "Am... am I yours?"

"Yes." The blond instantly replied without a trace of hesitation in his voice. "Am I?"

"You've been mine the moment you set foot in that shitty coffee shop." You laughed.

"And what are we going to tell the others?"

"That we ended up talking all night and I stayed over?"

"Sounds like a plan." Armin kissed your forehead.

"By the way, I really don't like Pearl Jam." You admitted.

He laughed and it filled your heart with warmth. You have no idea why you and Armin were like that, or how things would be from now on, but you had a good feeling about it. Things were okay. You two were okay.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Touch Me, Tease Me | Part 2

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Yangyang decides to take matters into his own hands and punishes you for what you’ve done and he convinces Hendery to join in. 

Warnings: slight somnophilia, bondage, anal, face-fucking, sloppy sex, spanking, threesome, squirting, slight mommy kink, yangyang is a huge brat and Hendery is wants attention, no xiaojun action in this part but he appears in it. unedited because whoops

You stir awake, feeling feverish and unsure why you even woke up in the first place, only vaguely registering that burning in your body seemed to originate from your lower half. Lying on your side, you groggily look down your body and immediately freak out as you realize that your shorts and panties are gone. You try to push yourself to get up but you can’t move your hands from behind your back.

You feel someone breathe down your neck before a voice croons in your ear, “You’re finally up.”

“Yangyang?” You mumble in confusion, your head swimming as you feel something sliding in and out of you, accompanied by slick sounds filling the room, and you realize in horror that it’s his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy.

“This is payback, mommy.” He says sinisterly, raising your thigh up so he can allow himself more room to finger you.

You swallow back the moan shooting up your throat as his fingers glide fast, aided by your arousal. “You better let me go right this instant.”

“Oh, but we’re only getting started.” Yangyang says, pressing a kiss to your neck. “But hey, If you really want me to stop, say red. Otherwise I’m going to assume you want this.”

“You little shit.”  

He lets go of your leg and flips you onto your stomach, landing a harsh slap on your ass. “That’s not the word.”

“I’m not kidding Yangyang–” Slap. Slap. “For fuck’s sake stop hitting me!”

But he just continues smacking you, not holding back in the slightest, either because he didn’t know his strength or he just didn’t care. All that matters is that your ass was getting red fast.

“Still not the safe word. I guess you actually like it, huh?” He stops spanking you in favor of sliding his hand between your legs, rubbing your pussy lightly, because of course he would. He abuses your ass like he’s paid to do it but touches you like he’s afraid you’d break.

“Untie me now and I might take it easy on you.”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Fuck!” You scream out from the hits on your already sore ass.

“Stop boring me with your threats. Why don’t you moan prettily for me instead? You sounded good when you were asleep and couldn’t hide it.” His fingers tease around your hole and you feel yourself quivering, silently needing him to fill you up again.

This is so unfair. He got you when you were most helpless and now you’re too horny to think straight.  

“Would you like to feel my tongue on your pussy, baby?” He pushes your thighs apart with his hands and pulls your hips up. Leaning down, his breath feels cool on your heated core and your legs shake, wanting to close up. “Yeah, you want it, don’t you?”

You can’t hold back this time as his mouth touches you, his lips sucking on your lips as his tongue prods at your entrance, making your moans fill the room.

Suddenly, the door bursts open.

“What the fuck is going on?” You hear Hendery’s shocked voice.

Yangyang pulls back from your pussy with a vulgar slurp, and replies nonchalantly, “I’m punishing her for what she did to us. ”

You crane your head back to see Yangyang with his mouth glistening with your juices. He smirks as your eyes meet his and he grabs you and turns you to face the door so Hendery can see you clearly.

“You could join in if you want.” You feel his dick pressing against your pussy as he moves his hips forward and backward, rubbing his dick against your folds and slicking it up with your juices.

Hendery hesitates, eyeing the scene warily.

“Don’t worry. She hasn’t used the safe word. She’s just pretending she doesn’t like this but the way her pussy is dripping over me says otherwise. Come take a look, she’s fucking leaking.”

Hendery to the side of the bed, a small curse falling from his lips as Yangyang pulls back so he could see your arousal absolutely coating his dick. Yangyang spreads your cheeks apart so Hendery can see your glistening pussy, his thumb lightly circling over it, teasing you. It gradually moves up and you gasp as you feel it brushing over your asshole.

“Don’t you dare.” You see the spank coming but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Shit!” You and Hendery say in one breath.

“She’ll fuck you up when she gets out of these cuffs, you know that, right?” You hear Hendery’s wary voice.

“Yes, but right now I can do whatever I want to her.” Yangyang replies confidently, and uses your juices to slick up his fingers so he can push one of them in your ass. You try to slip away from him but he holds you in place, making you take his finger to the hilt. “See?”

Hendery watches mesmerized as Yangyang pushes another finger into you and pumps them in and out, building up speed. It doesn’t feel as pleasurable as his fingers in your pussy but the way he was pushing down made you almost feel like he was touching your pussy and it drove you crazy. Before you can realize it, you’re rocking back against his fingers, needing to get just a little bit more, his roughness unable to make up for the difference in sensitivity. Heat rises to your face when Yangyang laughs at your struggle, and you reprimand yourself for showing weakness.

He slides his fingers out of you and pushes the blunt head of his dick inside you instead. “I’m gonna fuck you now, mommy. Push me away if you don’t want me too.” He chuckles, amused by his own joke. He slides in slowly, groaning with each inch of him that gets sucked into your ass.

“Shit, this feels amazing. Are you sure you don’t wanna get in on this, Hendery?” Yangyang pulls your face up by the hair. “Didn’t she promise you a blowjob that she never gave you?”

Nervousness brews at the pit of your stomach as Hendery frowns at the reminder. Getting on the bed in front of you, he cups your face in his hand, his thumb brushing across your lips. “You said you liked me but you treat me the worst out of all three of us. Why shouldn’t I just take what I want?”

“You said it yourself; I’ll punish you if you do it.“

He scoffs, dismissing your threat. “You’re already ignoring me. How much worse can it get?”

“Oh, you don’t even wanna know, baby.”

“I think you’re all talk, and I’m getting tired of it.” He pushes his fingers inside your mouth, shutting you up.

Being the little shit he is, Yangyang fucks you harder, making your body jolt forward so that Hendery’s fingers hit the back of your throat, making you gag around them.

“Shit.” Hendery mutters, watching you choke around his fingers as Yangyang continues fucking you, his other hand pulling out his hard cock. “If you’re choking on my fingers, I don’t know how you’re gonna handle my cock.”

You glare up at him, but the sight of his long dick so hard and tall makes you nervous. He really was big and you don’t know if you can take him.

Taking his fingers out of your mouth, little strings of saliva break off and fall on your lips. He gathers them up with the tip of his cock then he taps it against your lips.  “Open up.”

“You’ll fucking regret this–” You threaten hoarsly, getting cut off with a harsh slap on your sore ass. You moan out in pain and Hendery takes advantage of your open mouth, pushing his length inside.

“Yeah, yeah, but for now shut up and suck his dick.” You hear Yangyang behind you, and he adds another slap for good measure.

God, with the amount of pure fury inside of you, you’re worried you might actually kill that boy once this is all over. You don’t have time to dwell too much on it though as you once again start gagging on Hendery as he pushes his length further down your throat. “Take it, baby. Take all of me.”

Your eyes meet his, yours wide and wet and his heavy and hazy, and you feel him twitch in your throat. “Fuck… you look so good right now. Want you always wrapped around my cock.” He groans, thrusting his hips forward so he’s all the way inside of you, his cock buried deep inside your throat and his balls touching your lips.

He stays sheathed inside you for a few seconds, holding you in place by the hair while Yangyang fucks your ass, your throat spasming around his length as it tries to swallow him down.

Finally pulling back, he slides his length out of your throat slowly, his head thrown back as your mouth moves over his dick. He barely leaves your throat, dick heavy on your tongue, before he’s pushing back inside, bottoming out once again, rapidly this time. He keeps repeating this same movement, properly fucking your face. You gag and choke around him, barely able to breathe as he abuses your throat and your saliva drips down on the bed below you. It doesn’t help that Yangyang never once slows down, his own dick filling up your ass as he fucks you.

“I’ve always wanted to try anal. Thank you for letting me, mommy.” Yangyang’s teasing voice is dull to your ears.

Red-faced and head swimming, you struggle against your restraints, wanting to shove Hendery away so you can breathe. But there was no hope of escaping neither the cuffs nor Hendery’s tight grip on your hair. Through watery eyes, you look up to see him smiling smugly down at you.

“You wanted me to last right?“ He taunts you. You want to bite his dick off. You could. But you hold yourself back, knowing it will be all the sweeter when you get your revenge on him. You’ll make them both pay until they’re crying for your forgiveness.

Short on air, you barely register that someone else is in the room until you hear his panicked shrieks. “What are you doing?!”

It was Xiaojun. Your angel has come finally.

“Punishing mommy.” Yangyang answers cheerfully.

Suddenly, Hendery’s dick is out of your mouth as Xiaojun pushes him away, and you can breathe again. You take in gasping breaths that still make you choke as the built up saliva in your mouth gets sucked into your windpipe.

“Shh, take it slow.” Xiaojun’s beautiful face comes into view as he kneels down in front of you and wipes the saliva from your mouth, “Swallow and then take deep breaths in and out, okay? Good. In and out. In and out.”

Following his instructions, you’re able to regain your breath again, and Xiaojun calms down a bit as he sees you breathing properly.  “Are you okay?”

“Yes, angel.” You smile affectionately at him. He really was your best boy.

“Do you want me to untie you?” He gets up, reaching for your bound wrists but then he’s pushed away.

“Stay out of it, Xiaojun.” Hendery bites at him, moving in front of you once again.

But Xiaojun doesn’t back down. He comes back, ready to fight. “I won’t–”

“It’s okay, angel.” Your hoarse voice stops him in his tracks and he stares at you in shock, not believing his ears. “Let them have their fun. They’re only making their punishment worse.”

“But–”

“She said fuck off.” Yangyang sneers, “She likes this. She must’ve been needing a real man to fuck her good.”

His words are a clear dig at Xiaojun, but he stays back like you told him, forever your good boy.

“What, you’re gonna hang around? You want to see how mommy actually likes it?” Yangyang provokes the older boy, deliberately fucking you harder.

Xiaojun can’t help himself. He hated how the other two boys were being so bad and rough with you, but you looked really good getting fucked on Yangyang’s cock, and he feels himself getting hard despite himself.

Yangyang is ruthless, fucking you like you were just a toy. His pace is hard and fast, showing off for Xiaojun, and it doesn’t take long before he’s close.

Taking his cock out, he gives himself a couple of last strokes before he’s cumming on your red-stricken ass, the warmth of his cum barely registering against your heated skin.

Xiaojun whimpers at the sight and his hips grind down against the mattress involuntarily, making you wish you could throw his pants off right now and sit on his dick. You know your good boy will give you all that you need and more.

You suddenly see your world turning upside down as someone flips you on your back. You look up to see Hendery’s narrowed eyes. “You’re such a fucking slut. Are two dicks not enough for you that you’re salivating over Xiaojun’s dick too?”

You feel his hand slip his between your legs and his finger getting pushed inside your pussy.. It goes in easily with how wet you were, your walls trying to clench around his finger, greedy for some stimulation but it’s not enough. You needed more. You needed his dick.

As if he could hear you, he pulls his finger out and spreads your legs far apart, and just stares at your exposed pussy, torturing you.

“Your pussy looks perfect baby.” He sighs, moving to rub his dick against it, coating it with your wetness, and even this light stimulation drives you crazy. You needed him to stuff you full right this second.

So when he asks, “You’re going to be good for me for once and only look at me while I’m fucking you, right?” you easily accept, giving him all your attention.

“Good girl.” He groans, sliding his length inside you, the contrast between the girth and length of his finger and his dick leaving you momentarily overwhelmed. You’d been waiting to be filled like this for so long–that brat Yangyang having left you hanging for too long–that when you finally feel Hendery’s dick filling you to the brim, you almost can’t handle it, your starved nerves firing all at once.

“You look so good on my dick, baby. You were made for me.” His hips thrust forward, pushing his dick so deep into you, you could almost feel him at your cervix. It was a little but you were so horny that even the pain was pleasurable for you.

Hendery fucks you in a steady deep rhythm, keeping eye contact the entire time, the fiery passion in his eyes daring you to look away. You can’t, of course, getting lost in them as your walls quiver around his length and you feel you’re going to cum just from his cock. He can feel it too, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs as he holds your legs up and keeps you from wrapping them around his waist to pull him closer.

“Are you gonna cum on my cock, baby?” He entices you, voice gruff as he looks down to watch his dick sliding in and out of your pussy. “Come on, I know you can do it.”

He looks you in the eyes again, speeding up his thrusts, willing you to listen to him. “Come for me, baby.”

Your body listens to him, unable to deny him when he looks like that, jaw set in determination and eyes hungry like he could just eat you up. You clench down on him so hard as you cum, your pussy holding onto his dick, milking him.

You feel wetness spilling on your thighs, and you can’t figure out in your orgasmic haze how his dick could be inside of you while he’s cumming on you at the same time. It’s only when you hear him curse and spill his seed inside of you, that you look down and realize what happened. Hendery made you squirt.

“Holy shit,” Hendery groans, staring at the clear liquid on your thighs as his hips continue fucking his cum inside you sloppily.

“I wanna make her do that.” Yangyang whines, moving closer to run his finger in your cum.

“You did so good for me, baby.” Hendery praises fervently leaning down to capture your lips in a hot kiss.

You feel someone’s fingers on your sore pussy and you groan in pain against Hendery’s mouth. He pulls back and pushes Yangyang, whose hand was rubbing your pussy, away. “Not now, Yangyang.”

“That’s so unfair. I wanna make her squirt too.” The youngest whines, reaching his hand out again only for Hendery to smack it away. “I said not now, brat.”

Out of the corner of your eyes you see someone else approach and you look to the side to see Xiaojun next to you. He is holding a key in his hand and he gently turns you on your side so he can unlock your cuffs. But before he could, Hendery snatches the key from him and pushes him away. “I can do it myself.”

He unlocks the cuff and pulls you up, wrapping his hands over the red rings left over on your wrists and massaging them softly. “Are you okay?”

You pull your hands from his grip and grab his hands insteads holding them up between you. “Don’t try to suck up to me now. You’re not getting out of your punishment.”

He sighs, “I’m not trying to. I just wanna take care of you.”

“And what makes you think you deserve that privilege?“

He looks down, his head hanging heavy. “I don’t.”

“That’s right.” You affirm, seeing him wince at your harsh tone. You hook your finger under his chin and make him look up at you. “But you need to make it up to me. You can start now.”

His eyes widen and you hear Xiaojun splutter next to you, “What?”

“Do you have a problem with that, angel?” You turn to him.

“How could you let him touch you after what he’s done?” Xiaojun asks incredulously.

“He hurt me and now he needs to make it better.” You stare him down.

“But I should be the one taking care of you!”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Are you telling me what to do, Xiaojun?”

He winces when you call him by his name, faltering. “No, but–”

“No buts. I’m the one who calls the shots here. Or are you planning on disobeying me too?”

His jaw clenches, “No.”

“Guys, I’m here too, you know?” Yangyang complains from behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “Let’s just sleep. We can clean up later.”

“Shut up, Yangyang.” Hendery hisses and pushes him off.

“Yeah, stay out of it, brat.” Xiaojun agrees, glaring Hendery down.  

“I think the brat is right for once. Let’s sleep it off.”

Yangyang smiles brightly at your unexpected agreement and hurries to pull you down to the bed with him. The other two boys join you reluctantly, grumbling the whole time. As you all settle down to sleep, your eyes meet Xiaojun’s sad ones and you reach out to caress his cheek softly, whispering to him, “I’ll make it up to you, angel. I promise.”

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A/N: So here’s how this is (supposedly) gonna go: chapter 3 will be dedicated to Xiaojun, chapter 4 will be dedicated to Hendery, and chapter 5 will be dedicated to Yangyang. Then you guys can vote on who you want the reader to end up with based on that. But you can let me know who you prefer for now!

[theodora3022]

Companion Headcanons for Fairy

The original fic can be found here

The sequal hcs can be found here

Summary: You are now Overhaul’s posession. Just like Eri, he have big plans for you. 

Warning: Yandere, implied NSFW, forced aphrodisiac use, non con(not graphic), mentions of forced pregancy, loss of virginity

Kai feeds you healthy food and perform weekly checkups. No way you are getting sick under his watch.

He never refers you by your real name, always calling you “my fairy”.

Gives you a large room to live in, he knows you have claustrophobia, he doesn’t want cabin fever to get to you.

He would fill your cell room with books, to occupy your time while he is gone.

With the quirk cancelling handcuffs on, you cannot escape the heavily guarded Yakuza base.

However it also frustrates Kai because he wants to see you flying around like the fairy you are

So he lets you use your quirk under his supervision. He would take you for flights in the backyards wearing those acrylic wings, you comply to his wishes, terrified of the alternative: He took so much already, not your quirk too. After two or three laps he would take you back to your room and disappear behind the door.

You soon find out he just wants to admire you from a distance. He never touched you unless necessary. When you ask him why, he says he get rashes. Which is such a relief.

Quirk-cancelling cuffs is quickly replaced with a pair of thin silver bracelets. While they have the same effects, you are able to move around more freely. It is a reward of being docile towards Kai. He is happy that his threats work, as you seldom scream.

You learn about Eri when you overheard one of his subordinates come to inform him about her situation.

“Eri? Who is that?” When he sees those sparkles in your eyes once more, Kai felt so weak.

“The granddaughter of my mentor.” “Can I see her?”

He told you tomorrow you will. It is probably good for both of you and Eri. It can lift your spirits, and maybe you can calm down the little girl. You are trapped here, there is no need to worry about leaking info.

When Eri saw you the next day, she was not sure what to do. So you crotched down and smiled at her. It has probably been a long time since the little girl received any genuine affections, so it will not take long for her to warm up to you, the only kind person here.

Soon you began to look forwards to these little playdates. Kai would allow you an hour with her everyday after your daily flight, while he sits on sofa in the corner, watching the two of you. At first Eri seems to be intimidated by his presence, but she soon understands Kai won’t hurt her as long you’re in the same room.

Seeing you attending Eri’s tea party with her stuffed animals, brushing her pale hair, how Eri is able to make you laugh like you used to, gives him a strange sensation. Eri likes to call you “Sister”, which you would respond with a warm “Yes, Eri~” every time. Is that...jealousy? You never spoke his name with such warmth before. You were not even referring him by his first name. Just a cold, business-like “Chisaki”.

When you are back to your cell you expect him to leave, but this time he did not.

“Call me Kai, with that sweet tone.”

You are confused…Which tone?

“Do it now.”

“Kai.” You tried your best to apply honey onyour shaky voice, and it seems to work.

Then you felt a pat on your head. “Good girl.” He is talking to you like you are some domestic pet.

You sighed with relief once the door shuts him out.

Thanks you Eri, Kai now can hear your gleeful laughter again. He shows his gratitude by taking shallow, less hurtful cuts.

You are surprised to find Eri calling you “Mommy” two weeks after your initial encounter. “What happened to sister?” When you start to question why, she just buried her head between her knees, whispers: “Sir Overhaul.”

You are confused. What is the meaning of this? Being a woman in her twenties, you guess it is normal for a toddler like Eri to call you mother. So you pay that no more attention.

Until Kai starts to touch you whenever he can. It started with the lingering finger when he took your blood sample, to brushing his knuckles against your cheek. From gloved hands to bare. It is not hard to see he is trying to get more comfortable with touching you, it terrified you immensely. You don’t even give him rashes like he once said. That is when you planned your escape. You are going to break these bracelets, grab Eri, and get the hell out of this damp basement before the Yakuza boss violates your flesh.

Kai needs a successor to his grand plan, since he knows he is not going to accomplish it during his limited time. And you are going to provide him a healthy son. A child can also bond you to him forever and give you something to do during the day. He aleady knows how a caring mother you can be by watching you play with Eri.

You do not have much information about the base structure, but you need to try. The only route you remember is how to get to Eri’s room from your cell. You could have a better understanding if Kai has not blindfolded you every time you have to take your daily flight.

When Kai “accidentally” left your door unlocked, you took the chance without hesitation.

You do not know he needs an excuse to punish you. Escaping sounds legitimate.

You decided to worry about those bracelets later, when you are back into the sunlight, far from Overhaul.

Your heart sank when you see Chrono’s white figure in front of Eri’s door. You cannot see his face with that mask, but you swear he is smiling when he injected you something from his pocketed syringe.

You woke up in a room that greatly resembles an operation room, tied to a chair beside the operating table. Kai stood silently in the doorway.

This is your first time seeing his face without masks, although you had been here nearly a month. If he were not your captor, you would call him handsome.

“Do you know why you’re here, fairy?” Putting both of his hands on your shoulders from behind, Kai said in an awfully calm tone. You expected him to mad; this coolness is much more unsettling.

“Because you tried to leave me.” Without waiting for your answer, he untied your ropes. “Go lie down on the operating table.”

You comply, shivering.

Suddenly you feel you are burning, and there is this itch in your heart. You would start to pant, while Kai look down you with amuse in his gold eyes.

You might be a virgin, but you are no saint. You recognized this sensation well, and you immediately figured what was in Chrono’s syringe.

“You bastard! You gave me aphrodisiac?”

This is the first time you act like your former bold self. Usually you are too scared to even maintain eye contact with Kai.

You kept on telling yourself that you need to maintain composure, as you turned to the other side to ignore him.

It has been thirty minutes and Kai is impressed by your resilience. So those hero training did do some good after all. Chrono had injected you a large dose, enough for creatures twice your size, yet all you is clenching your teeth. So strong willed. He expects you to be begging for him now.

Too bad you will not remember how you lost your virginity, he thought as he put you out with chloroform.  

You woke up alone in your bed the next morning, in pyjamas. Your back feels sour, like you just did three hundred sit-ups. You are also littered with bruises. Great, just great. Kai took just about everything you had. You were not sure if he used a condom or not, you prayed the germaphobe had. The last thing you want is carrying that jerk’s child.

Kai took your hand in his when he come to collect you for your daily flights. His expression is still stoic, as if nothing had happened the previous day.

At your playdate with Eri after, instead of sitting in the corner couch as usual, he decides to sit on the ground, just inches away from Eri and you. She screams and run into your arms, trembling. You never know why Eri is so afraid of Kai (the bandages on her limbs let you know it’s nothing good) , so you pat her back gently. “It’s okay, dear Eri.”

“Eri, would you like a little sibling? Would you like to be a big sister?”

The trembling seized; those watery eyes looks up to yours. Now you understand why he made Eri call you “Mommy”: to prep you for the real deal. Recalling the incidents yesterday, you feel violated and used.

“Yes! Sir Overhaul!” Eri squeals. The trembling resumed. All you can do is glare at him with anger as you soothe the shacking girl in your embrace. You read Eri a story to distract her. Kai’s lips curl upwards under his mask: Look at you, you already know how to be a good mother! As you hugged Eri goodbye, he pulled you out of the room rather roughly.

You expect him to lock you back to your room, but he took you to his office instead.

“Sit.” Taking off his gloves, he pats his thighs lightly after taking a seat behind the desk.

Once you are secured on his lap, he pulled you close to his chest and starts doing paperwork.

This situation lasted for hours. Your legs are turning numb.

“Chisaki?” “You know what to call me.” “K-kai. Did you wear a condom...yesterday?” Although you are already aware of the terrifying answer, you need to be absolutely sure.

“How can you give me an heir if I do? I thought you are wiser than this, my fairy.” Playing with your hair, Kai enjoys your horrid expression. Putting the pen down, he strokes your abdomen with the free hand. “If we’re lucky, I can meet the little one in nine months.”

You feel like his personal incubator, but there’s nothing you can do about it.

[snowdragon4]

Cops and Robbers. A Bbrae AU

As much as Rachel enjoyed her job, she couldn’t help, but feel exhausted coming home at the end of a long day. Maybe it was the fact that she was on her feet all day, thank goodness for whoever invented flats. Still it was stable and fine work, a solid nine to five, giving her enough time to get home to work on her novel. The monotony of her daily routine was broken up when on her way home she noted a healthy handful of police cars driving around her neighborhood.

“Huh? I wonder if Dick could let me know what’s going on?” She of course was referring to her cop neighbor, Dick Grayson, but driving by his house, all the lights were shut off. “Maybe he and Kory are out.” She shrugged it off and parked her car before entering her home.

She moved through the doors of her modest three bedroom home as she usually did. Keys and mail on the table by her door, purse and jacket on a hook, turned on the TV for a bit of background noise and a nice cold beer in the fridge calling her name. She figured she’d make herself dinner, take a hot bath, and settle in for a night of writing.

With the news in the background she went about her nightly routine.

“—citizens of Jump city should be advised that the suspect could be armed and dangerous. For those who are just joining, please be on the lookout for Garfield Mark Logan, who escaped police custody earlier this evening—“

She took a beer from the fridge and removed the cap. “If his parents named him ‘Garfield’ they belong in prison too.” She commented dryly.

“—Garfield is wanted for the murder—“

She had gone to the counter when something had occurred to her. Going back she opened the door to the fridge and noticed something.

She was a creature of habit and structure, bordering on obsessive compulsiveness, but it made sense to keep her world in order at least. She had so much practice in fact that she noticed things out of place, even if it was just a fleeting glance. In this case there was something wrong with her beer. Was she missing one? She went shopping the other day, and only allowed herself and one a day or less, so surely she couldn’t have had more than one.

She counted a few more times, but came to the conclusion that she was, somehow, short one beer.

She took a step back when she felt something crunch beneath her heel. Lifting her foot she saw a pebble and some dirt, something she hadn’t noticed before. Didn’t she just clean the other day? Looking around she noticed more and more dirt leading from her kitchen and to the back door.

A back door that wasn’t locked.

If there was one thing she was absolutely sure about, it was that she ALWAYS locked her doors.

Her blue eyes flitted to the TV, noting the news report about an escaped convict, but surely he wouldn’t have run into a suburban neighborhood. That kind of stuff only happened in movies. Right?

She broke into a run, heading for her front door, but her hand had barely touched the knob when she felt someone wrap their arm around her waist and a hand clap over her mouth. Reacting purely on instinct, she stumped on their foot, eliciting a manly grunt of pain, and elbowed them in the ribs causing them to release her.

Momentarily free, she ran for the back door, telling herself she just had to get next door to Dick and Korys house. Nobody may have been home, but she would have felt safer in a cops home.

She weaved through the kitchen, aware that he was right behind her, but she kept her eyes on the door. She put her hands around the knob, but felt a pair of hands grab her arms and pull her back. She stumbled over something, him possibly, and fell backwards, hitting her head on the counter and collapsing onto the floor unconscious.

—:0:—

Her head was pounding as she slowly came back to consciousness, but when she tried to move her hands, they were stuck, in fact she couldn’t move any part of her body. Regardless of how much pain she was in, her eyes snapped open, finding that she was tied to a chair. Her hands had been pulled behind the chair, rope wrapping around her wrists and to the bars of the chair. Her ankles had been tied to the bottom rung of the chair and rope had been thrown over her lap, waist, and shoulders to keep her tied firmly to the chair back. Moving her head she felt one of her scarves had been stuffed in between her teeth and tied behind her head.

Saying she was in trouble was an understatement.

She wanted to panic, but she forced her rational, obsessive mind to take control. She took a few breaths through her nose to assess her situation. Looking around she was in her bedroom, the curtains drawn and the door closed. She had been tied to one of her kitchen chairs with rope that she kept in her garage that she used when she went camping to enjoy nature and solitude.

Her panic returned.

She had been unconscious, did he…?

She looked at herself, and aside from the rope she was still in the clothes she was in when she got home, white button up shirt and black skirt with flats, and nothing had been removed. Aside from the pain in her head, and the discomfort of the rope, she didn’t feel pain anywhere else.

Her rational mind returned.

So he knocked me out? Tied me up, but didn’t take advantage of me? He’s probably looting my home. But all of her valuables were in her room, were she was alone.

Still, a strange man was in her home, she was tied up and helpless. This wasn’t good.

Red and blue lights flashed outside her window, and a spark of hope lit inside her. Using her whole body, she began pushing the chair towards the window. If she could somehow get the curtain open, maybe someone could see her and possibly rescue her.

It was worth a shot, but not to be.

The door to her room opened and her chair was quickly grabbed and pulled away from the window. She grunted and growled behind her gag, struggling against the tight ropes. Whatever he was going to do, she was going to make it as hard for him as possible.

But she wasn’t expecting this.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! Please calm down! please!”

She paused. Sorry? Please? She focused on the man, seeing that it wasn’t quite a “man” at all. He was young, twenties maybe, with disheveled blonde hair and a dirty complexion and clothing. His eyes were a piercing green that were pleading, fearful, and remorseful. Her brows narrowed, angry, but curious. What kind of home intruder was this?

He sighed in relief when she settled down. “Thank you.” He stood up and started pacing, his hands running through his blonde locks. “I am so, so, so, so, sorry about this. I didn’t mean for this to happen. Any of this. It's just—ugh!” She involuntarily flinched at his outburst. “Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry I didn’t mean…” He continued babbling incoherently, that was beginning to grate on her nerves, but looking past him, saw that he had brought in a water bottle. For her maybe?

“Uughmph!” She grunted to get his attention, then motioned her head towards the water bottle.

“Oh! Yeah!” He grabbed it and brought it towards her. “Sorry, I’m just,” he paused, “wait, you're not gonna scream are you?”

She watched him closely, he broke into her home, attacked her, tied her up, and was now helpless and at his mercy.

Yet she wasn’t afraid.

Slowly, she shook her head no. He eyed her for a moment, but slowly came up to slip the gag from her mouth.

She moved her jaw around, sighing with relief, but didn’t scream. “Thank you.” She could see weight being lifted from his shoulders and a small, attractive smile on his lips. “Um, water?”

“Oh yes!” He brought it to her lips and allowed her a small drink. Her eyes closed at the liquid cooling her insides, helping to soothe and calm her down. She finished and he took the bottle away.

“Thank you.” She flexed against the rope. “Now can you untie me?”

The weight returned, and his smile faded into a worried stare. “Um… not yet, but if you don’t scream I’ll keep the gag out.”

Their eyes met, and still she couldn’t find any malice or maliciousness. She didn’t feel threatened, rather this felt like a necessity for him, self preservation, like a cornered animal.

Still she had to keep her guard up.

“Fair enough.”

He sighed again, becoming more relaxed, and he sat on top of her bed, a heavy silence settling between them. “So, um, you’re probably wondering what’s going on?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m mildly curious.”

He laughed nervously. “Right. Well, um, I’m Gar, and I’m…”

“—on the run from the police?” He looked surprised, “you’re on the news. Everyone is looking for you.”

His eyes dipped with what looked like hurt. “Oh.” Her head tilted in curiosity as he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry…”

Now getting annoyed, “You’ve said that already.” She struggled against the ropes again. “Do you mind telling me what you're doing here?”

He lifted his head, wiping away a few tears. “Sor—erm, yes. Well,” he stood up, “I should start from the beginning I guess. So I was dating this girl, Terra, and I was crazy about her, but what she didn’t tell me was that another guy was obsessed with her. Some guy named Slade, I don’t know, but anyways he was stalking her, calling her, following her, all kinds of stuff.”

He slowed down, his voice tightening up. “I, uh, was at work, and when I got home…” his hands came up to his mouth, “she was…”

She couldn’t help but feel pity for him. “I’m sorry.”

He nodded, wiping his tears again. “Thanks. Anyways I called the cops and when they showed up, they arrested ME?”

Her head lifted. “What? Why?”

He shrugged. “I have no idea. They just showed up and slapped the cuffs on me! Do you have any idea what that’s like?”

She waited a beat, wondering if he was serious or just stupid. “No. I have no idea what it’s like for someone to come uninvited to my home and restrain me against my will.”

He chuckled nervously. “Heh. Sorry—I mean. Um… anyways…”

There was silence for a moment or two. “Why did you escape? Why not just go to the station and plead your case?” She asked.

“I did! I mean, I wanted to…but I don’t know.” His hands ran through his hair again. “The cop car they took me in was T-boned, and the next thing I knew I was running for my life.”

She quirked a brow as she came to the conclusion on her own. “You mean you broke into my home by chance?”

He nodded. “It was the only home I saw with the lights off at the time, I picked the lock, and snuck inside. I grabbed a beer and was gonna leave when the heat died down, but then, I heard your neighbors leave so I hid.”

“Then I got home, and the rest is history.” She finished.

“Yeah. I hid as best I could, but when I saw you see the dirt on the ground, I knew I was done.” He motioned to the ropes. “I didn’t mean to do that to you, but I didn’t know what else to do. I just panicked.”

She relaxed a bit. “I see.”

Silence again, this time a bit more uncomfortable. “So, um, what’s your name?”

He shrunk beneath her glare. “You broke into my home, knocked me out, drank my beer, and tied me up. We are not going to have small talk.”

He gulped with another nervous smile. “Cool.”

He clapped his hands on his knees. “So what now?” She asked.

He shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

She pulled against the rope again. “Well if you're open to suggestions.”

“I know, I know, I can untie you and I will, I promise. I just need to think.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well take your time, it’s not like my hands need steady blood flow or anything.” She softened her tone. “But seriously. You need to turn yourself in, if you’re innocent then an investigation will show that.”

He nodded. “I know, I know. I guess I’m just not a fan of being caged or anything.” He stood up. “Just, give me a minute.” He left her alone, giving her a chance to test the ropes again, but they were unyielding. She couldn’t help but feel impressed by his knot work.

After a few minutes of struggling she sat back and relaxed, unable to free herself she had nothing left to do but wait for him to let her go. Hopefully soon since she had lost the feeling in her hands a while ago.

Finally after what felt like ages he returned. “Okay, here’s the plan.” He untied the scarf from her neck. “I’m going to turn myself in, but there’s some things I need to do first, but here’s the bad part. I’m gonna to leave you here.”

She was actually relieved to hear this. He wasn’t dangerous, sure, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be a hostage. “But I’m not gonna untie you either. I’m gonna make a 911 call and tell them about a pretty dark haired woman tied up and get the cops to come and untie you. Sound good?”

Her face was placid as she responded, but ultimately relieved. “Do I have a choice?”

He chuckled. “I guess not. Again, I’m sorry about all this.”

He brought the scarf to her mouth to regag her. “Rachel.”

“Huh?”

“My name. It’s Rachel.”

He smiled. A wide smile that made her stomach flutter. “Rachel. Nice to meet you.”

—:0:—

The door burst open. “Police! Show me your hands!” Rachel flinched at the light shining in her eyes. “Is there anyone else in the house?” She shook her head as the officer came closer once the light was out of her eyes, she saw her neighbor, Dick Grayson remove the gag from her mouth.

“Took you long enough,” she droned, “did you stop for drive through?”

He let out a relieved chuckle, “Don’t you mean, ‘thank you for saving me’?”

“You’re right Dick, how about I give you a big hug… Oh wait.”

He moved behind her and began to undo the ropes. “Did you see who did this to you?”

“Nope.” She stated matter of factly. “They knocked me out and I woke up like this.”

[torikengel]

Thomas Hewitt x Reader (Part 8)

Thomas quickly took out his mask and put it back in its place. He couldn’t face Hoyt without it as he would probably mock and tease him. You held your breath, as you didn’t want to panic. It would be okay, right? Thomas was right next to you, there’s no way you would die now.

“Thomas Brown Hewitt.” Hoyt hissed. “What do you think you are doing with it?” he pointed the gun at you.

It. IT? Seriously, you were just a thing for this guy. You trembled, fearing for your life. You didn’t dare to make a sound, but you instinctively hid behind Thomas. Hoyt smirked at your reaction, he was having fun making you feel uncomfortable and threatened.

“So, now that she got her last wish, it’s time to butcher ‘er. We’re short on meat anyway.” He cocked his head back and laughed. He sent shivers down your spine; you could feel the cold sweat trailing down your skin. Thomas growled at Hoyt and protectively covered your body with his.

“Now, now, Tommy boy, don’t even try to act up again. I am the head of this family, and you will listen to everythin’, I say!” he sneered.

“Either take her to the basement, or I am taking her to my room to get some use of her.” Hoyt stepped towards you and Thomas to take you away.

Your heart was racing like never before. Now you were extremely mad at yourself for not trying to escape. Your attempts to stay alive were all futile, you thought. Thomas, however, had different plans. He didn’t back off but stepped up to Hoyt, letting him put the gun at him. He knew that Hoyt was bluffing; he would never shoot Thomas as he wouldn’t have anyone to do the dirty work for him.

“Step aside, Tommy boy.” Hoyt snickered and put the gun down. “Come one, it’s just a piece of meat, it’s like all the other girls before. Ya can’t believe that she would like ya. Look at ‘er pretty face and then look in the mirror.” He mocked Thomas. Thomas’s confidence crumbled. He was big and strong, yes, but he was still very self-conscious about his appearance, and it didn’t help that his family except Luda made fun of him like this. This put Hoyt on a pedestal.

“See, now that’s a good boy. Uncuff that bitch and lemme have her for a while before butcherin’ her.” Hoyt scoffed.

“Thomas isn’t ugly… don’t talk to him like this…” you said with a trembling voice. It pained you to hear how Hoyt talked to Thomas. Like he was worse than a dog. Hoyt’s eyes widened. He was shocked by your exclamation but quickly responded. “My my did no one ever taught you manners, missy? Don’t meddle in other family’s business.”

“I’ve heard enough.” A female voice interrupted your conversation with Hoyt. “I told you that you wouldn’t speak like this about Thomas.” Luda Mae ranted. “Plus, it’s not appropriate in front of our guest.” She scolded Hoyt. Hoyt was furious. “Guest?” he hissed as he looked at your face.

“Yes, y/n is our guest right now. I won’t let you hurt her unless she does something Tommy doesn’t like.” She exclaimed calmly. She could let Hoyt treat everyone like garbage, even herself, but definitely not her son.

“Now, dinner is ready, please come in,” she said and disappeared into the kitchen again. Hoyt followed her back inside without a word. Thomas led you to the table and uncuffed you, so you both could sit down. You could hear the voices from the kitchen.

“What do you think you are doin’ woman?” Hoyt angrily asked Luda. “I am doin’ what’s best for ma son.” She replied. You looked at Thomas, who had that pained expression again. You grabbed his hand under the table. Despite fearing for your life, your heart ached when you saw him in this state. You remembered his sweet smile when he looked at you, and he seemed happy… now he had sorrow in his eyes. “Thank you, Tommy.” You tried to console him. You tightened the grip on his hand… your hand was so much smaller than his that his palm completely enveloped yours.

*

*

The dinner was quiet and awkward. You finished your plate as you didn’t want to stir the pot more by refusing the meat, even if it made you a cannibal too. After eating, Thomas led you into your room, lost in his thoughts. He didn’t make a sound, and after you sat on the bed, he bolted out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Hoyt’s words marked him… such a cruel man, you thought. You deeply exhaled and lied down on the bed. It was a long day, and you were tired from all the walking and the ever-present danger. You were so startled and confused by everything that you didn’t even realize that you were uncuffed and fell asleep in no time.

*

You woke up in the middle of the night… “What a terrible nightmare.” You murmured and rubbed your tired eyes. You looked around to find yourself in the room, that was your personal prison. After contemplating it for a while, you decided to stand up, only to find out that you are basically free. You carefully inspected your wrists and ankles, not being able to grasp the reality of being unshackled. “I bet it’s just a dream.” You said as you decided to pinch yourself, but then you realized that this indeed is happening. You tiptoed to the door and placed your ear onto the door to check if someone is awake. After being unable to hear a thing, you gained the confidence to open the door. The hallway was so dark; you could barely see anything. You crept down the stairs, trying not to make any sound. After you finally managed to go down the stairs, you darted to the main door. Your freedom was right before you. Just turn the doorknob and run was all you had to do. One door separating you from getting your life back. You hesitantly placed your hand on the doorknob… your heart was beating so fast, adrenaline rushing through your veins. It was here again, exactly what happened when you could’ve escaped earlier the previous day. But now Thomas wasn’t here to stop you… Thomas. His name echoed in the back of your mind as you remembered his expression when he glanced at you during the dinner. “Thomas…” you whispered for yourself. You couldn’t understand your fixation on this man, your captor—dangerous murderer. You touched your lips as you remembered the kiss and then the familiar tingling in your stomach. “I am foolish.” You facepalmed and giggled at your incompetence.

“Unbelievable…” you gasped. The hand that was on the doorknob fell down, and you walked away from the door, defeated by your own feelings. You wondered around the house only to find the door to the basement. You didn’t think twice before sneaking inside as quietly as possible.

*

You found Thomas leaning on one of the tables. He was so busy rethinking everything that he didn’t pay attention to any noises you might��ve made. Plus, he was tired as well. He just couldn’t sleep. “Tommy.” You whispered, trying not to make him panic. Well, he did anyway. He immediately snapped back into reality and ran straight at you. “Shhhh.” You placed a finger on your lips. “Your footsteps might wake someone up.” You exclaimed calmly, despite Thomas looking scary. He was used to chasing people who suddenly appeared in the house. He was confused… did he forget to cuff you? If so, what were you doing in the basement? Why didn’t you escape?

“I couldn’t sleep…” you said sheepishly and looked at him.

Thomas nodded in agreement.

You looked around before your gaze shifted back to Thomas again. This basement… here you met Thomas for the first time, here you were on the brink of death. The horrible smell of death wasn’t as noticeable, and the blood was nowhere to be found. You could see Thomas’s confusion in his radiant blue eyes. It was dark in the basement, except for one ray of moonlight shining through a small window that you didn’t notice was here before.

“You look great in the moonlight.” You blushed as you saw Thomas’s features without the mask highlighted.

Thomas was mesmerized by your gorgeous face in this atmosphere too. You had sparkles in your big e/c eyes too, so beautiful. You gently smiled at him and stepped towards him. He didn’t wear the bloody apron now, and you really thought he looked… attractive? He wasn’t handsome in any conventional way, but something about him just dragged you towards this man. As you were close enough that you could hear your nervous breaths, you cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips on his. Thomas, still a bit inexperienced, just leaned towards you and held you around your waist. You gained a bit of confidence and made way into his mouth with your tongue to kiss him more passionately. Thomas was surprised, but he let you as he loved everything you did to him. He just melted into the kiss and tried to copy your moves. After your lips parted, you were both panting. You looked at him with lust in your eyes. He made you so crazy about him. You wanted him so much that you were willing to sacrifice your freedom and your whole life with him. You could’ve escaped, but here you were kissing a killer… but you really thought that he had pure heart, he was misunderstood, society turned him into a monster. But with you, he was protective and caring… he spared your life. Your needs and emotions clouded your judgment. You wrapped your arms around his neck and desperately kissed him again while running your fingers through his hair. It was hard for Thomas to keep up as he never experienced anything like this, but he let you lead it. For him, it was the most beautiful moment of his life. It was so perfect that he thought he fell asleep after all, and this was just a dream.

“Tommy… I-“ you whimpered after you pulled back, gasping for air. You wanted him but couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. It was embarrassing… You were ashamed of your behavior and ruining your chance to run away, but you couldn’t deny your feelings. You grabbed him by the tie and then untied it. Then your fingers slipped to the buttons of his shirt as you started unbuttoning it. Thomas never felt more anxious. He knew what the outcome of this could be, but he was still new to all this. His heart was pounding so fast he thought that it might explode, and heat rushed to his cheeks, making him blush.

“It’s okay, Tommy… tell me if you want me to stop.” You whispered and looked at him. Thomas shook his head. He wanted you too. Even if he was scared, he was also completely infatuated by you.

After you were done with his shirt, you could see his bare upper body for the first time. He really was so big and ripped… your heart skipped as you gazed at him. You passionately kissed him again and then made a trail of kisses down his neck to collar bone. Thomas quietly moaned when he felt your warm lips against his skin. Then you stepped back and looked at him. “Are you sure you want this?” you weren’t sure if this question was really directed at Thomas or yourself.

Thomas nodded and smiled at you.

an: I am sorry for not posting a new chapter earlier, but I will redeem myself and post some NSWF tomorrow in the next one <3 

[gothighunicorntolerance]

Baited

Logan is kidnapped by the Dragon Witch, a notorious super villain.

AO3

Putting his laptop in his bag, Logan stood from behind the librarian’s desk. 

“Bye, Logan!” His coworker Patton said. “Have a nice day!”     “Goodbye, Patton. You as well,” Logan slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking to where his car was parked, behind the public library where he worked. Stopping to fish his car keys out of his pocket, his thoughts briefly wandered to his boyfriend, Roman, who would probably be finishing up his shift at the restaurant he worked at.  When Logan got home to their apartment, they would change and then go out to dinner- they had been planning tonight for a few weeks now, and though Logan wouldn't admit it to anyone except Roman, he was quite honestly very excited. 

Right as Logan found his keys after checking all his pockets, he heard footsteps behind him. It was likely Patton, though he new Patton didn’t normally leave until later-

Before he could turn around, a pair of hands clapped over Logan’s mouth, muffling the shriek that escaped his lips.

He struggled, trying to shake off his attacker, but they were too strong. Logan was kicked to the ground from behind, someone still holding him. His head hit the asphalt and his vision became blurry- he was now just dimly aware of his hands being bound together.

He now lay helpless on the ground, his cheek and glasses pressing into the concrete, a knee on his back. 

“Get him to the boss,” someone said before a cloth was pressed over his mouth and nose. His vision blackened as hands grabbed him around the waist and started dragging him away from his car, away from tonight’s dinner plans. 

Roman sat on the couch, looking at his phone and waiting for Logan’s text that he was heading home. As the hours ticked by, Roman became increasingly worried. If Logan was staying late, wouldn’t he text? It wasn’t like Logan to miss or forget plans, so what was the hold up? He and Logan had been planning this dinner for weeks, and their reservation was in half an hour! 

Roman bit his thumb, a nervous habit that Logan was trying to get him to stop, and decided to call his boyfriend. Even though Logan was very strict about his rule that he had his phone on silent while working, surely he would pick up, right? 

    Roman took a deep breath and pressed the call button. It rang once, twice, and Roman mouthed “please answer, please answer, please answer…”

    He answered! 

“Logan! Hey, I was getting worried! Are you staying late?”

“If you want to see him again, you’ll come to number 7 Sanders Street. Be there in an hour or he goes. You will not tell anyone you have received this message, and you will come alone.” 

    The voice that replied wasn’t Logan’s, but it was a familiar one nonetheless. 

“You! Dragon Witch! What did you do with him!?” Roman shouted into the phone, already jumping off the couch.

“You’ll have to find out,” she crooned. “Be there. I’m waiting.” 

She hung up the phone and Roman let out a grunt of anger. How could he have been so stupid? He should have protected Logan better, he should have never made so many enemies! 

Logan blinked his eyes, and for a moment thought he was still asleep. He sat alone in a pitch black room. He tried to stand, but found himself tied to a chair, handcuffs on his ankles and hands, the other end attached to the metal chair. He tried to shout for help, but all that came out was a pathetic “mhph!”, the duct tape digging into his lips. 

And to make it truly impossible for him to escape, a rope was wrapped around his torso, tying him to the back of the chair. 

Suddenly a ray of light fell on his face as a door opened and someone walked in. 

Though he had never seen them in person, he knew exactly who just walked in. 

She stepped closer to Logan, dragging a talon across his forehead. When she pulled away, something dripped down the claw- blood. 

She smirked and, without warning, ripped off the tape that served as Logan’s gag. 

“Dragon Witch,” Logan spat through his stinging, swollen lips. 

A grin spread across her face. “Oh, you recognize me! I was sure I had to do some introduction!”     “Why am I here?” Logan snarled. “Let me go.” 

“Let you go? No, I don’t think I can do that. And as for why you’re here? Well, from what I hear, you’re very smart. So you should be able to figure it out.”

“Wha-” Logan was cut off by her hand covering his mouth- something he was getting very tired of people doing to him. 

Another piece of tape covered his mouth, this one much larger than the last, almost covering his ears that he now realized were not supporting his glasses. 

The Dragon Witch turned around, her cape flourishing behind her. Before she closed the door and left Logan in the dark, she looked over her shoulder and looked at him.     “Oh, and for your sake, I hope you boytoy comes for you.” 

As the door locked with a click, suddenly everything came into place. 

The odd bruises Roman came back home with. The odd scars Logan saw on Roman’s back. And Logan knew who he was here. 

He was bait for The Prince, the superhero who was also his boyfriend. 

    Roman drove, his heart pounding. The only thing he could think of was Logan- how afraid he must be, how angry Logan would be if he found out that Roman, of all people, was a superhero! Roman had planned on telling Logan, honestly! He just… was afraid of what Logan would say! But now Roman drove to 7 Sanders Street with his only fear being that Logan would be hurt. 

    He parked the car a block away and climbed up a fire escape. He would enter the building from above, find Logan, and get out, hopefully without confronting her. His cape dragged behind him and his mask was already sweaty from his anxiety for his boyfriend- oh, if he ever saw that damn Dragon Witch, he wouldn’t go easy on her! 

    Sparks flew out of Roman’s clenched fist, and he took a deep breath. What was Logan always saying? 

Be calm, or else things can go wrong. Anger can figuratively cloud your judgement.

Right, Roman had to be calm. “Logan, I’m coming,” he whispered. “Just hang on, my love.” 

Roman leapt across buildings, illuminated only by the moonlight, until he was on the roof of number seven. He opened the door that led to the rooftop and began his descent, his only light source a spark of electricity held between his fingers. 

He silently trod through the warehouse, looking for any sign that Logan was here. 

If he was the Dragon Witch, where would he keep his prisoners? He shuddered to think that Logan was a prisoner, but thought where he would be anyways. 

Of course! The most central room at the top story- it would be the most secure room, and surely she would be expecting him to charge in from the front door! 

Roman made his way toward the middle, and listened for any signs of struggle. 

There- a faint noise behind one of the doors! 

Roman closed his hand around the door handle and searched for a sign of life- he was able to find heartbeats after he learned from Logan that every human being gives off a small amount of electricity! 

And there it was! A heartbeat! 

Roman slowly opened the door, his other hand ready to blast electricity at anyone who wasn’t Logan. 

But there, in the center of the room, tied to a metal chair, was Logan, his head slumped to his chest. 

Roman rushed in and knelt beside him. 

“Lo?” He whispered, touching Logan’s cheek. “Lo, it’s me, please look at me!” Roman said tearfully. 

Logan’s eyes fluttered open and then widened in surprise. 

“Lo, I’m going to get you out of here. Nod if you understand. Logan nodded. 

“Okay. Okay, this is going to hurt a bit. I love you so much,” Roman said, peeling the tape off Logan’s mouth and cringing as he saw the extent of Logan’s injuries: a bloody lip, a black eye, and a cut on his forehead as well as a multitude of bruises on his arms and neck. 

“R-Roman, I-”

“Logan, I’m so, so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner-”     “It's okay, love. We’re going to talk later,” Logan said hoarsely. 

Roman nodded and began untying the rope around Logan’s torso. With the rope gone, Roman saw the next problem. Everything else was metal- the chair, the handcuffs that held Logan down still, and even the floor. 

It was as if the room had been designed to keep Roman from using his powers. And, knowing the Dragon Witch, it probably had. 

Logan noticed his hesitation, because he said, “Roman, what’s wrong?” Roman could hear the twinge of fear in his voice. 

“I- I don’t want to hurt you,” Roman hesitated. 

“What can you do?”     Roman looked away. “I’ve said too much already, and you probably figured out the rest… but I generate electricity, and- and everything here is metal.” 

“Oh.” Was all Logan said. “Well, that explains the static.” 

“Logan! I’m going to hurt you if I use my power, and you’re going to get even more hurt if I leave you here!” Roman was close to full tears now- he couldn’t see a good solution! 

Logan thought for a minute. “Take my shoes off.”     “W-what?” That was not what Roman was expecting to hear. 

“Take my shoes off,” Logan repeated. “My socks, too. Then I need to put my feet on the floor, and then any electricity you use will be conducted by the metal and away from me.”

“Okay. Okay, Lo, I swear I am going to get you out of here. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too, Roman. Now stop wasting time and do it.”

Roman did as instructed and looked to Logan. 

“Don’t tell me when you do it, I need to be relaxed. Now come on, Ro,” Logan closed his eyes as Roman put his hands on the cuffs, ready to spark. 

Concentrating on the cuffs, Roman pictured electricity running through the chains to the locking mechanism, forcing the pins to open. And with a click, the locks around Logan’s wrists sprung open. 

Logan stood from the chair, though his ankles were still bound. 

“One more, Lo,” Roman crouched, putting his hands on the other set of cuffs, and with another click, the cuffs fell off. 

“Can you stand?” Roman asked, holding out a hand.

“I think so-“ Logan got to his feet but collapsed with a quiet shriek.

“What’s wrong?”

“My- my knee-“

“That’s okay, I’ll carry you out of here if I have to,” Roman said. 

“Ro-” Logan was cut off by a shriek. 

“You!” Roman turned around to face the Dragon Witch. “You did this to him!” 

Logan, his knee still injured, stumbled back into the chair as he watched the confrontation with a mixture of fear and awe. How could he be so lucky to be in love with someone who was so fearless? Who would face injury or death to protect him? 

The Dragon Witch unfurled her leathery black wings as Roman’s hands crackled with electricity. 

Roman took a step backwards and put himself in front of Logan, ready to Leo in front of anything aimed at his boyfriend, his love, at the nerdy librarian he was so lucky to have seen that night….

Her wings flapped, a gust of wind blowing Logan’s hair in his eyes. Her taloned fingers began to move in a circle, black mist sprouting from around her. 

Then, before Logan could react to the burst of light shooting from the Dragon Witch, he was being thrown over Roman’s shoulder. 

Roman sprinted out of the small room, the Dragon Witch right behind them. Roman ran up the stairs the way he had come, but all too late he realized the flaw in his plan.

He wouldn’t be able to jump around the rooftops and carry Logan at the same time. 

Logan saw his hesitation, and, as Logan was prone to do, came up with a plan. “Roman. The authorities, while utterly useless, always come to the fights they think are going to cause collateral or infrastructural damage, right?”     “Yeah, but I don’t see what that has to do with getting you out of here!” Roman shouted back, still running. 

“It means you need to put me down and fight her! Then the police will come and take me to the hospital or something! I’ll say I got in the way of her plan or something, so she took me to this warehouse and then you saved me!”

Roman realized that Logan was right, as he usually was. 

“You might get hurt!” Roman had reached the rooftop, the Dragon Witch still thundering after them. 

“I know. But that’s a risk we have to take if we want to get out of here,” Logan explained, cupping Roman’s cheek as he was set down by some discarded wooden pallets. 

Roman turned to face the witch as she climbed up to meet them. 

“Dragon Witch,” Roman said with more anger than Logan had ever heard. “You hurt him. You will pay for this!”

“Will I, now?”     She lunged at Roman, the black mist gathering again. A bolt of electricity shot out of Roman’s palm, striking her in the wing. She howled in pain, forcing Logan to clamp his hands over his ears. He watched with a morbid fascination as flurries of blows were exchanged, each landing hits on the other. 

Roman’s fist connected with her shoulder while her talons scratched his arm, blood dripping onto the concrete roof. Angling himself into a sitting position behind the pallets, he clenched his jaw as he heard sirens approaching from below. 

“Hey! Up here! Help!” Logan shouted, peering over the edge and waving his hands. A firefighter looked up in horror and began to run inside while another started to set up a ladder. The Dragon Witch looked over and let out a yell of fury. As Roman, unaware, readied another bolt, the witch dove in front of Logan just as Roman let the bolt go. 

Logan couldn’t move, only seeing it come towards him. The white hot energy crackled through the air as it pummeled toward Logan. 

It hit him square in the chest, the electricity spreading out through his arms and legs. The tingling sensation spread until he was numb all over and his eyes closed, but not before seeing Roman’s screaming face. 

***

Logan woke in a hospital bed, IV tubes and heart monitors and other medical equipment in and on him. 

The first thing he registered was the beeping, and not a moment later a group of nurses came in. The next hour was a blur of activity, of being asked questions like what did he remember (he was on the rooftop, watching the fight), who’s the president (that orange asshole, but not for long!), and who he wanted to see. 

The last question was the only one he truly paid attention to. 

“Roman,” he said. “I want to see Roman.” 

A minute- or perhaps an hour- later, a nurse came in, followed by Roman, red eyed and disheveled looking. 

Roman gasped and ran to his side. 

“Logan, I-”

“Ro. Roman, I love you so much. C’mere,” Logan put his hand over Roman’s.

“Logan, Logan! I thought I lost you, and I couldn’t live with myself if I had. It would have been my fault, and I love you too much to ever be able to let go. Starshine, I love you so, so much. I love you more than there are stars in the sky.”     Roman began crying again, and Logan put a hand on his face to wipe away the tears. 

“It’s not your fault, Love. Please don’t blame yourself.”

“But Logan, I hurt you!” 

“No, no you didn’t. You saved me, Roman. If you hadn’t come, I would still be tied up in that dark room, and I wouldn’t know where you are. But I’m here with you, and that’s what matters to me. Now stand up and kiss me, you sap.”

Roman knelt over the hospital bed and met Logan’s chapped lips. Never had he been so glad that he was kissing his boyfriend, his Starshine, the love of his life. 

And in that moment, Roman resolved that nothing, nothing would ever lay a hand to hurt Logan ever again. 

And in that moment, Logan knew that Roman would do anything for him, and he would do anything for Roman. 

“I love you so much,” they murmured against each others’ lips.

[myhusbandsasemni]

The Battery

“Well, well, well,” Anisha said with a smile. “Here we are, on a date, by the seashore. That’s pretty romantic, Laur. What’s the plan for this date?”

Laurance smiled at her and put an arm around her shoulders. “Well, I was thinking we could dip our feet in the ocean, get something to eat at those tourist traps over there, and then go hunt down some pirates.”

Anisha laughed. They actually were out and about to trap pirates. There had been a call for the adventurer’s help with that. Rin and Kiera were out with Souka staking out another possible beach that the pirates could be hiding at. 

Anisha nudged Laurance and pointed at a suspicious boat on the docks. He nodded and the two casually walked acting just like a young couple only interested in seeing the ocean. It was easy to tell the boat they were headed for was the one they’d been looking for. Laurance smiled at Anisha and started to communicate with her through the link they shared between their minds. 

‘Game plan?’

‘You go up the gangplank as a distraction and I’ll fly up the other side of the boat and start kicking butt.’

Laurance gave her a puppy dog look. ‘I’m always the distraction, tho.’

‘Do you think you can make it up the other side?’

Laurance paused and looked at the ship. ‘… not quickly, but I could shadow jump to the deck.’

‘We could do that. You do end up as the distraction most of the time,’ Anisha relented as they came near the ship. 

A smile formed on Laurance’s face and he held Anisha closer lovingly. ‘Thank you, love.’

Anisha gave a small nod, excitement lighting up in her eyes. 

They split up and Anisha trotted up the gangplank while Laurance went off to find a shadow to jump through. Anisha came up to the top and looked around with a childish grin. “Wow!” She declared as if she’d never been on a boat before. “These are so big! It’s hard to think they float on top of the water!”

The pirates looked over at her, confused. She smiled, looking around at all of them. 

Two of them immediately rushed for her and she dodged out of the way, a bit surprised by how fast they were going after her when she was just acting like a lost tourist. 

It only took a moment of studying the faces of the pirates and the set up of the deck before she realized it was a trap. 

‘Stay down there, Laurance!’ she mind spoke just as her husband shadow jumped onto the ship. He looked at her startled for a moment before jumping into the fight. It was obvious they had tripped into a trap. The pirates all had weapons that jolted Anisha when they touched and they were starting to get overwhelmed by the pirates coming up from the bowels of the ship. Laurance shoved through a knot of the pirates to Anisha, who was practically buried in the men. 

He pulled Anisha up and rushed her to the side of the ship. He leapt over with her, not noticing her tripping on the net caught around her body. He felt her ripped from his grasp as the pirates grabbed the net and jerked her so she didn’t fall into the water with him. He crashed through the salty water and broke back up through the surface, reaching for Anisha when something grabbed his legs. 

“You have your prize,” the captain called to the water as a net of wet weeds was thrown over Laurance and his arms were jerked down behind him, slimy weeds wrapped tightly around his wrists as he struggled to keep his head above the water. He called to Anisha, who had pushed her arm through the net and was yelling for him to grab her hand. 

A merman broke the surface by Laurance and Laurance struggled harder to escape. Merfolk were always looking for Semni like Laurance to use in hundreds of magical ways and semni often died in watery graves when taken. 

“Thank you,” the merman nodded before putting his hand on Laurance’s head and shoving him under the water. Laurance was quickly dragged down and something was shoved in his mouth. He could hear Anisha yelling, even through the water.

“Swallow,” one of the merfolk growled. 

Laurance gritted his teeth and did so, the slimy mass sliding down his throat. He shuddered as a change took hold in his body. Gills frilled out on his neck and arms and in his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw he was being dragged down to the bottom of the ocean. It took a few minutes to regulate his breathing and by that time, he was thoroughly bound and helpless. He saw a vague city in the distance and he finally had enough oxygen in his blood to fight back against the merfolk, struggling and shedding the looser ropes. 

He received a blow to the head for his efforts and he floated between too hefty merfolk as they dragged him to the city. He didn’t remember much of the trip, but he knew that there were stares and whispers that had followed them through the city. Laurance was thrown in front of a leader figure and there was some quick talk that Laurance barely caught as he tried to drag himself back together. Something about a weapon and needing a battery. 

Laurance lifted his head and finally caught some of the conversation. 

“You’ve done well, Adant,” the leader said with a nod to the head of the hunting party. “You shall be rewarded.”

Adant nodded, a smile on his face.

“Please take him to his cell. We’ll perform the ceremony in an hour.”

Laurance growled and spoke in Mereian, their language. He even gave the pops and whistles that belonged with this accent. “What’s going on here?”

The leader looked down, surprised. “How do you know this language?”

“I’m Teliar. What do you expect?”

The leader narrowed his eyes at him and said, “I am Galgar. Leader of the providence of Tecaa. You are Laurance Zvehlin and you will assist us in ending the war we have found ourselves in.”

“Alright, fine,” Laurance said. “You could have just asked and my team would have come to help.”

“No, you do not understand. You will help us utterly destroy our enemies.”

Laurance sighed, feeling a bit strange with the way the water and air interacted in his systems now. “I can’t. It’s against my code. I can help end the war but not-”

“Oh, you won’t do it willingly.”

“I was afraid so.”

Galgar waved to Adant. “Take him away. I must prepare.”

Laurance was heaved up and pulled through the water to an empty cell. He was untied only for cuffs to be locked around his wrists. The water in the room was slightly bloody by this point. Laurance had tried to escape and managed to injure two of the guards before he was pinned, unused to moving in water. It was hard to get leverage and momentum against the merfolk. 

The merfolk held him down and someone dragged his jacket off his arms and cut his shirt off. Laurance growled and struggled, but couldn’t get free as they finished by pulling off his undershirt. 

They let him go and he got up as quickly as he could but the metfolk were already gone, having uncovered his torso and taking his shirt and jacket with them. He glared after them and grumbled to himself before testing out the strength of the cuffs and the chains that attached to a metal loop in the floor. 

They were definitely made to hold a Semni captive. He jerked then and all he got for his troubles was a water muffled clicking noise. He growled and looked around to see what the room had to offer. It was bare except for the small piles of mud buildup in the corners. He wasn’t able to touch any of the walls and could only just see out of the barred window. He sighed. This wasn’t even his first time being kidnapped by metfolk. The Mer always seemed to be a lot more invested in getting their fins on Semni than most. 

Laurance wondered what they were planning on doing with Anisha. It seemed the pirates had some plans for her, but Laurance doubted they would hold her for long. Nothing on their ship seemed like it would be able to hold a fully grown scaleon, never mind a trained Teliar. He’d be out soon enough. 

Laurance was busy examining his situation for the next half hour. He wasn’t able to find a way out as he was being kept in a room meant to hold a Semni Teliar, at least for an hour. If he’d had longer he could have figured something out. But he didn’t as guards swam into the room and grabbed him by the arms, restraining him as they undid the chains and placed him in a strange pair of manacles that looked like pieces in a larger machination. 

They dragged Laurance out through the halls despite his struggling and into the city where they swam him off the ground so there was practically nothing he could do to fight against them. They swam over a huge crowd of Mer and brought him to a platform. It wasn’t the platform that worried Laurance. It was the machine on top that was the problem. It was big and bulky, with a pointed top and weird designs hidden by age and algae. There was a human shaped space on one side and Laurance realized what this was. He struggled harder but more guards grabbed a hold of him and lifted his arms above his head, forcing him into the space and clicking the manacles into their place. Bands of metal were closed across Laurance’s chest and legs to keep him in contact with the metal. The guards stepped back as the speech started. 

Galgar stood dnd waved his hands. “My siblings. Today is a marvelous day!”

Laurance opened his mouth to yell, but was swiftly gagged with a thick cloth and then another one tied around his head to keep it in place. He glared at the leader as the speech continued. 

“Our pact with the land dwellers has come to fruition! They have brought us a powerful Semni to finally end the cruel reign of Hethspit. This weapon, powered by our prize, will boil them off the face of our maps!”

There was a yell of excitement through the crowd as Laurance struggled harder. If that was the case, he didn’t want to be the cause of so many deaths. He’d already cause so much destruction, he couldn’t handle it if he became the creator of more pain and sadness. 

Not to mention the strain of the weapon might kill him. 

“Now!” Galgar grinned. “To destroy our enemies!”

Laurance struggled and cried out through his gag as Galgar stepped up to the weapon. It hummed and turned a little to calibrate. Galgar shot a look of satisfaction at Laurance before he made a show of slamming the button. 

Laurance screamed. 

The world went black, water seemed to boil around him as Laurance was used as an adapter to change planet energy into destructive force. Laurance screamed, a harsh demonic shriek in his tone. 

There was a blast and no one could see through the blinding light. 

A bolt of boiling energy blasted out to the other providence, striking it in the middle of its government halls. The blast was horrendous. Hot water washed over the sea scape for miles. The beam shut off after a few moments and Laurance fell forward against the restraints. He was unconscious and steaming a little from acting as an adapter between world energy and death ray.

His hair slowly settled back down through the water as he fell still. The strands had all gone from brown to white. Galgar’s cackle and the cheers from his people filled the water as they ignored the drained Semni.

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

AM I BEING PUNISHED?

Pairing | Kai Parker x Reader

Warnings | smut, oral (female and male receiving), male Dom, female Dom, male and female submissive, fingering, handjob, sex

Word count | 2154

Summary | punishing Kai and after he gets his.. revenge

"I'm home!" Kai called as he walked through the door, chucking his keys on the table and hanging his coat on a hook. "Babe?" He questioned when he didn't get a response. As he was about to call again he saw the back of her head peaking over the top on the sofa. "Y/n! There you are!" When she didn't turn around Kai put a hand on y/n's shoulder but she still still didn't move. He opened his mouth to say something but she stood up and walked off.

Kai huffed and chased after her, but before he could say anything y/n spun around and smashed her lips to his. He was taken back for a moment before he sunk into the kiss, which was deepening by the minute. She backed him towards their bedroom and Kai kicked the door shut with his foot, before being roughly shoved to the bed by y/n. He smirked up at her and she moved to straddle him, quickly recapturing his lips with hers.

"Kinky." Kai winked as y/n cuffed his wrist to the bed post.

"Shut up." She moaned and pushed him flat onto the bed, grinding her hips into his with force. Her kisses trailed down his jaw and to his neck, where she sucked harshly at the skin so she would leave bruises.

"Babe, are you forgetting who the handcuffs are for?" Kai said with a smirk still evident in his tone. Y/n looked up at him as her kisses reached his chest and gave him a fake smile.

"No, I just think you look better in them." She said through gritted teeth. Kai soon caught on.

"Awwh, am I being punished? 'Caus that's kinda hot." Y/n's gaze was still cold.

"You didn't think you'd get away with it did you? I don't care that I forgave you, you still killed someone, Kai." Y/n scolded, straddling Kai's waist with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Okay, okay. You've proved your point. Now take these off before I rip them in two and tie you up so I can ruin you." Kai shot back, but y/n shook her head.

"Oh baby, I'm just getting started." She fake pouted, kissing his chest again. She sat up and pulled her - well Kai's - shirt over her head, freeing her breasts. She played with them for a moment - flicking her nipples until they were hard and massaging the flesh in her hands before continuing down his body.

"Then I hope you know what's coming. Oh I can't wait to tie you to the bed and eat you out until your whole body is trembling and there's a big wet patch on the sheets. Then I'm going to fuck your face like the little slut you are and you're going to take it. And I'll top it all off by fucking you senseless on ever surface in the house - all the horizontal ones with break in two and all the vertical ones with have cracks." Kai planned as y/n kept teasing him, still grinding against his hard length. Just as she hooked her fingers into the waist band of his sweats, Kai yanked the metal and broke it from the headboard, discarding the cuff and pinning y/n to the bed with his vampire speed.

Y/n's eyes were wide and Kai was grinning evilly down at her, his knee between her legs and her wrists pinned over her head with his hand. She swallowed thickly as he agonisingly slowly trailed a finger over her features, down the side of her face, her neck, her breasts - stoping to pinch her nipple and roll it between his thumb and fore finger.

"Oh baby, when I'm done with you you're gonna feel like you've been thrown straight into hell." Her eyes widened and Kai's finger continued its way over her stomach and to the waistband of her shorts. He hooked his fingers into the fabric and ripped it off y/n, leaving the scraps of material on the floor.

Kai licked his lips, his eyes raking over y/n's naked figure. Kai tied y/n's wrists to the bed using a piece of rope he produced from under the bed before kissing his way down her body, swirling his tongue around her nipple and nipping it gently, drawing sighs and moans from y/n's lips and moving onto the other one. He moved down to her thighs, positioning himself between her legs and spreading them with a grip tight enough to leave bruises. Kai started leaving kisses and hickeys all over her inner thighs, getting close to where she needed him but not touching her there. Y/n groaned in frustration and Kai chuckled, kissing his way towards her heat.

Her looked up at her through his lashes as he blew a stream of air onto y/n's clit, making her hips jump up at the sensation. Kai pinned her hips down with his arm, keeping her from bucking her hips up again. He licked a stripe up from her slit to her clit and back again, doing this a few times and making y/n try to thrash her hips. Kai stopped at her entrance and pushed his tongue into, pumping the warm muscle in-and-out, tearing pornographic moans from the girl. Y/n tugged at the rope but it didn't budge, Kai's tongue now curling around and stroking her walls. She clenched around him and Kai moaned into her in response, sending vibrations throughout her core. Y/n shuddered as Kai started to rub circles on her clit, adding too much to the sensation and she came screaming Kai's name.

He pulled away but didn't stop, moving his fingers from her clit to her entrance and pushing them in to the knuckle, pulling out to the tips and pushing back in. He lowered his mouth to her clit and lapped around it, flicking it with his tongue. Y/n's eyes rolled as Kai sucked her clit into his mouth, nipping it and dragging it out with his teeth. She soon came again, biting her bottom lips almost hard enough to draw blood.

He kept going, curling his fingers upwards and trying to finger her spot.

"Kai!" Y/n moaned as he found it, making him reangle his fingers to hit it with every thrust. His mouthy worked at her clot still, bringer her to a third orgasm and making her whole body shake. Kai pulled away and smirked at her, climbing over y/n and kissing her. Y/n could taste her sweetness in the kiss and moaned into his mouth.

"I love it when you scream my name." He mumbled against her lips and they both smiled into the kiss. Kai untied his girl's wrists and she pulled them free, rubbing the sore spots before her lips were caught in a lustful kiss and Kai was wrapping her legs around his waist. He picked her up and carried her across the room, slamming her back into a wall and kissing down her neck, hickeys blossoming in his wake. Y/n reached down and quickly undid his belt buckle, pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs. Kai kicked the unwanted cloths away and lined himself up with her entrance.

His first thrust was hard and rough to start their session, knocking the wind out of y/n's lungs. Her head lolled back against the wall and her eyes clenched closed with pleasure, her bottom lips between her teeth. Kai's lips continued their assault on her neck and chest, before he enveloped her nipple into his mouth and sucked on the sensitive bud. He delivered several heavy thrusts to her hips which made y/n cry out his name, making Kai smirk grow against her soft skin. He fucked into her roughly and at a fast pace, causing her eyes to cross.

"Always do fucking right for me." He groaned in her ear, braving his hand on the wall beside her head. Just as she felt herself reaching her release, Kai slowed and walked y/n over the the desk that sat opposite their bed, lowering her to the cool surface. Her back arched away from the cold wood and Kai placed his hand on her torso to push her back down. He started moving again, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper inside her. Kai's bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he stared down at his girlfriend, who's head was thrown back and mouth was open in a non-stop moan and eyes were clenched shut with pleasure. Kai reaches his hand out and started to rub circles on her clit, bringing his girl close and closer to her release. But as before, just as she was about to reach her high he stopped inside her and scooped her up, taking her to the bed and dropping her into the soft sheets.

He carefully pulled out, knowing y/n would be sensitive and flipped her over onto her stomach, propping the shaking girl's ass in the air and giving it a harsh - but meaningful - spank. Y/n jumped forward at the contact yet felt herself drip down her thighs.

"Fuck, look at you," Kai praised, "so wet your dripping." He groaned out before slamming back into her, moaning as he did so. His hands gripped her hips and helped in guiding her ass back to him, meeting his thrusts half way and creating a fast and strong rhythm. "You look so sexy backing yourself against me, sweetheart." He whispered in her ear, leaning over y/n so his chest pressed to her back and his breath tickled under her ear. Y/n bit down on the back of her hand, trying to stop the loud moans from escaping her but failing, the pleasure she felt too strong to deny.

"K-Kai, I'm clo-se." She all but screamed when his fingers reconnected with her clit, drawing rough and fast figure of eights. Kai's other hand snaked its way around her throat, pulling y/n's back flush against him as he continued to pound into her. He nibbled on her ear lobe.

"C'mon, babe. Give it to me, make a mess of my cock." Kai whispered through gritted teeth, his hot breath hitting the side of y/n's face intoxicating. Her boyfriend's pace sped up, trying to push her over the edge finally.

"I'm- I-" His girl couldn't even form the words as she came, screaming Kai's name and collapsing forward when he let go of her. He let her ride out her orgasm, continuing thrusting until it was finished. He pulled out and climbed off the bed.

"Knees, now." He demanded after giving the girl a few minutes to calm down and she instantly complied, slipping off the bed and onto her knees in front of Kai. She looked up at him with innocent eyes as she wrapped her lips around his thick shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Kai threw his head back with a groan of her name and directed her hair, pushing y/n down around him and making her take him all the way. His girlfriend gagged as he hit the back of her throat, reflex tears leaking down her cheeks slowly. He pulled her back off him and looked down at his girl - mascara running down her cheeks and mixture of saliva and precum leaking down her chin. "God you're hot." Kai moaned before shoving his dick back in her mouth, holding y/n's head still and fucking into her. She hollowed her cheeks as he fucked her mouth - trying to bring himself to a release.

"Fuck, shit y/n." Kai moaned out as he came, pulling out of her mouth and cumming over   y/n's face and chest. He groaned at the site of her and wiped his thumb over her face, collecting some of his seed and pushing his thumb into her mouth. He mentally groaned as she cleaned his thumb off and swallowed his cum. Kai repeated the action until his girl was practically clean before pulling her to her feat and smashing his lips to hers. Y/n moaned into the kiss and her hand rested on Kai's shoulders for support whilst his wrapped around her back and one tangled in her hair. They pulled away breathless and shared a smile, standing grinning at each other.

"Looks like you could use a shower." Kai commented with a smirk, winking at y/n before walking towards the bathroom. He turned around to face her as he reached the door. "You coming?"

[ssa-daddyhotchner]

Undercover - Chapter 5

Chapter Selection

It was so hot, I was begging for it. His lips grazing mine I lunged forward and captured his lips. 

My tongue sliding into his mouth. He kissed back only to pull away when I was about to get out from his grasp. 

He brought me up making me straddle his lap. His budge wanting to be released. My core was directly over him; I was practically dripping. I made slow movements not wanting him to notice. 

I slowly grinded onto him making him groan; he opened his eyes and flipped me over. He was hovering over me while holding my hands above my head. 

"Stay here", he got up walked over to his bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. 

Latching my hands onto the headboard. His fingers went into the waistband on my underwear and he pulled them down with his teeth, taking his time. 

He came back up and peppered kisses along my jaw an down my neck to my breasts. He put his mouth around my nipple, flicking his tongue over it. 

I arched my back and hissed through my teeth, "Fuck." His hand making its way down to my pussy. 

Teasing me his finger ghosted over my center; He run his finger up my slit. I moaned his name loudly, his hand going straight over my mouth. 

"Baby if you want me to keep going you need to be quiet, can you do that for me."

"Yes, sir." Returning to his movements, slipping on finger into me. "Baby you're so wet." 

I buck my hips and pleaded for him to keep going. He massaged my walls finding my g-spot and going continuously over it. 

His kisses moving down my stomach till I felt his breath directly over my core. I hummed, "Baby please." 

His tongue was on my clit but he didn't move it. I bucked my hips to urge him and he took it. Crying out, "Aaron please take the cuffs off, I wanna touch you."

Aaron looked up at me and agreed taking off the cuffs, "You have to ask permission to touch me." With that he returned to what he was doing.

His fingers pumping in and out when my stomach started to tighten. 

My orgasm coming closer and closer as went down on me. "Aaron I-", I couldn't speak but he knew I was close. Just as I was about to cum his stopped. 

"Why'd you stop", I wined. He looked up at me; his eyes were dark with lust and something else. 

"I'm not done with you yet." He mumbled 

"Get on your knees." He ordered and I was quick to obey. Getting on my knees I untied his pajamas pulling them down and throwing them across the room; then I removed his boxers.

His cock was twitching with just my breath on it. "Open", he ordered again. He shoved his cock in my mouth. Grabbing my hair to make the movements himself. 

I was just something to get him off but I wasn't mad at it. The taste of his pre cum spread throughout my mouth urging me to do the work myself. 

I grabbed his dick and pumped what I couldn't fit. He looked down at me and I met his gaze as I took all of him. 

I relaxed my throat taking it; I gaged around him making him pulse in my mouth. He was close and right when he was about to cum I stopped and got up and faced him. 

"If I can't cum then you can't either." He didn't like that answer. Leaning in closer, "You want me fuck you already." 

I didn't answer I jumped onto him. My legs wrapping around him; my hand guiding his cock into my pussy with ease. 

His hands ran up and down my back making small stratches as he slammed into me, but he stopped. 

"I want you to see yourself." He walked us over to the mirror and I saw how flushed I looked. I got off of him and he pinned me to the desk in front of the mirror, "I want you to watch." 

He slammed back into me, my hands not supporting my weight; I hit the cold desk sending a shock through my body. His dick hitting all the right places at a new angle. 

I watched when he threw his head back, hands gripping my hips leaving bruises behind. He mumbled a number of curses and moans. I watched as my eyes dilated and sweat started to form on my face. 

I rested my head on the desk trying to bring myself back up; when wrapped his hand in my hair making me look up. His rugged breath felt like fire on my skin when he knelt down lining kisses on my back; still thrusting into me

My edge started to build again when I clenched around him; letting out a loud moan. His hand went underneath me rubbing circles on my swollen clit. 

"Cum for me little girl", his words pushing me further; my orgasm coursing through my body, feeling it from top to bottom. 

He didn't stop and I went limp. The overstimulation becoming too much. "Please I can-", he slowed down. "Come on little girl one more, you can do it", he used a soft but aggressive voice. He sped up return to his pace. 

My legs were shaking while the rest of my body was twitching. I clenched around him to make him finish faster. 

The thrusts becoming sloppy when I felt him pulse inside me and release. A second wave running through. 

Aaron rested his head on my back as he praised me. "Good girl", he pulled out and we both winced. "Baby...can you help me", I asked Aaron and he laughed. "Are you okay", he asked as we walked to the bathroom. He put me on the toilet and I peed. 

I hummed while he cleaned me up; grabbing a rag and wiping between my legs. He helped me to the bed, "You still need my help?" I said no even though I didn't mean it. 

I had what felt like jolts of electricity moving through my legs every step I took. 

I just laid down; he was next to me, his head on mine whispering sweet nothings into my ear. His breath on my neck was relaxing. 

I could've stayed there forever. 

I was Curled up in his arms. His fingers running up and down my arm writing his name. Closing my eyes I smiled at his words. I nipped at his chest, "Goodnight." 

"Goodnight princess." 

Team POV

Morgan- Morgan was awoken by the sounds of screaming. He jolted up and looked around, the sound coming from the room down the halls. "Aa-", was yelled from the room. He laughed to himself knowing that it wasn't anything serious just a couple being a little too loud. 

What he didn't know was that his boss was fucking his coworker into oblivion. He went back to sleep trying to block out the sound of the happy couple. 

JJ and Emily- They were interrupted with the same yelling. They were doing there own thing; trying to block out the sounds they continued but it wasn't a use. JJ sighed and moved off of Emily. "Em let's just go to bed." 

Emily wasn't excited about it but agreed, "Fine but if I find out who those people are i's fucking punching them.

JJ giggled and laid down with Emily by her side an dithery went to sleep.

Rossi- Dave was woken up with he phone ringing. He rolled over and answered, "Rossi."

The person on the other line had tears running down their face, they sounded like they'd been crying for hours. "Ros- Rossi." 

Rossi sat up, "Reid what is it." Reid couldn't form words, his voice kept breaking up. "I was seeing my mom an- she uh she passed before I got to say goodbye." 

Rossi didn't know what to say to comfort him, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry." 

"I tried to call Hotch to tell him I was gonna take a longer leave but he didn't answer. Can you tell him for me." Spencer ended the call leaving Rossi in a state of shock and sadness. 

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Y/n POV

I was woken when the smell of pancakes filled my nose. I opened my eyes and Aaron was sitting at the table.

Trying to make my way over to him, I take one step and I stumble. He heard and he turned around jogging over to me. 

"Baby are you okay." He kneeled down holding onto my upper arm helping me stand. 

"Yeah, lets just say you defiantly did some damage last night." We both laughed at the comment and he helped me to the table. He gave me a box, when I opened it there were peanut butter pancakes; my favorite. 

"Thank you." He gave me a smile an we ate. 

When we were done we started taking a shower getting ready for work.

One of our phones were going off; it was Aarons. After finishing he called the number back. 

"Aaron, Spencer called me last night. He told me he was gonna be gone longer than expected, his mom passed away last night." 

I watched as Aarons face dropped I mouthed, "What is it." He held up his finger telling me to wait a sec. 

He hung up the phone then spoke. "Reids mom passed, he's gonna be gone longer then we thought." I felt my heart ache for him. 

He defiantly didn't need the added stress. Especially with his relapse. "We can't do anything for him until we get back." 

I walked into my room closing the door behind me; when I was about to leave the hotel room. I met with Morgan about to knock. "Hey"

"Hey yourself mama, do you know if Hotch is still in his room." I walked down the hallway. 

"Yeah his is. I think he's almost done. I'll meet you guys at the station." With that I left Morgan, he was knocking on Hotchs door. 

I decided to get everyone some coffee. when I got to the station everyone was already there. I handed the drinks out. 

"Okay so lets say this unsub is protecting the child. He has to know what goes on at home and if they are even being abused", JJ says. 

I continue, "So it they have to work at a school or hospital." Everyone agreed with me and Aaron gave me a quick glace and smile. 

Emily starts, "A school consoler, but wouldn't they be required by the school to report abuse or suspected abuse." Emily was right the only thing that made sense was a doctor a nurse. 

Someone that didn't need to report anything because all they saw were broken bone and they don't ask many questions. 

Morgan calls Garcia, "Hey sweetness, did any of the victims go to the same hospital?" 

She speed types, "Hey back at you and two went to the same one but the other 3 went to separate hospitals." Hotch picks it up, "Were there any doctors or nurses that did multiple rotations at different hospitals." 

"Yes sir there are 10 names all working at the hospitals were the victims were treated."

"Remove the names that aren't parents." Hotch gets up from his seat. "There are.....three." 

"Did they treat the victims children?", I ask. "No but they were all working around the same time they arrived there. You don't have to ask I already sent the names and addresses to your phones." 

"Thanks baby girl." Morgan hangs up the phone. "Ok Emily and Rossi you take Jason. Morgan and JJ you go to Smiths. Y/n and I will to go Graces, let's go." Hotch nods and we all head out for the SUVs going to the addresses. 

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Hotch and I are in the SUV driving over to Graces. When we arrive, there are cops waiting for us. We don't know if she was in there or not, the cops haven't reported any movement. 

Hotch stops the car stepping out with his vest on. I put mine on in the car before we approach the door.

With the police behind us, Hotch is in front, "FBI". He kicks the door in, holy shit that was hot; I think to myself. I go in after he does. 

I got my gun out and aim it up right; I snap around the corner to see and empty living room. "Clear!", I yell and I hear Hotch and the other cops saying the same thing. 

I pulled out my phone and called Morgan, "You guys have anything?" I wasn't even sure if it was any of these people. I had my doubts; I figured another body would drop before we could get close to catching them. 

Its cases like these that make me feel like it's too easy, that something bad was going to happen. 

Morgan responded, "I patched Rossi and Emily, she's here; in the house. Hotch she has a hostage."

"We're on our way." I looked at him as we walk back to the car. "Hotch I didn't think this unsub was even willing to take a hostage." 

He got into the drivers seat. "Maybe she feels that she's still doing the child a favor, in the end she 'saved' the kid from their mom." 

I nodded and looked at the road ahead of us. 

It took about 10mins to get to the Smith house. Cop cars and officers were surrounding the area. Morgan standing outside making some communication on a phone. 

The snipers didn't have a clear shot. Someone was going to have to go in. 

I turned to Hotch. "I'm going in." He didn't even look at me. I pulled him aside. "Hotch I can do this. You go in through the front and face her establish a trust. I can enter through the back door....and If I have a shot and there doesn't seem to be a way out...then I'll take it." 

I could practically see the gears turning in his head. He didn't wanna put me in harms way but at the end of the day I was able to take care of myself, and he knew that. 

"Okay." He took off his gun and holster handing it to Morgan as he walked to the front door. 

Morgan calling the unsub before hand to let her know we were coming inside to 'help'.

I hear Hotch enter opening and closing the door behind him. I sneak in through an open window in the bathroom slowly making my way down the hallway. I hear Hotch talking to the unsub. 

"Smith we can help the child ok", he has his hands by his sides. The unsub pointing the gun to him with the Mom his her arms holding her by her neck in a choke hold. 

"Mothers aren't supposed to hurt their babies....she needs to pay." The unsub says in anger and sadness. she clearly had been a victim of abuse herself. 

Hotch reassures her, "She will pay...ok, we'll take her she'll go to prison and loose custody." His voice becoming uneasy. 

She raises the gun to the hostages head. "That's not good enough." There were tears steaming down her face.

I come put from behind the corner; turning into the room. My voice is calm, "Put it down, we'll take her you can watch her go to prison. Why kill her? Then she wouldn't be a to live with knowing she hurt her child. If you kill her, her suffering will end and she doesn't live with the consequences." 

The unsub moves the gun pointing it down, I withdraw my weapon putting it into my holster. "You promise she will" I reassure her. 

"I promise", I look her in her eye and she pushes the Mom towards Hotch. He grabs her and runs out the house send in the cops while I unarm her.

On the jet Rossi and Hotch told Morgan, JJ, and Emily about Reid and his situation; that they need to be careful around him, he was fragile. 

When they ended the conversation we still and a good five hours till we got home. Everyone was asleep except me. 

I look around and see Hotch in the corner of the jet on the couch. The team was huddled up in front. 

I walked over to him; his head was leaning up against the wall. He was in an upright position so I shook him awake. 

He opened his eyes a bit and he said in a soft voice, "What is it baby."

"I'm tired, their sleeping so I figured." He smirked and moved his leg so I could lay in between. My head against his chest, his head on mine. 

My arms curled up against his body. His hands wrapping around me holding me close to him.

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I Put A Spell On You

Summary: Nesta and Cassian hated each other. Ever since freshman year of college, he'd been nothing but a pain in her ass. Their conversations always ended in screaming matches, and they couldn't agree on a single thing. So why was Nesta so angry to see him with another girl at a Halloween party one night? Cassian quickly picks up on her jealousy and teases her about it, only further infuriating Nesta. Sexual tension, unresolved feelings, and an intense game of truth or dare ensue. Warnings: explicit language, NSFW Read it here on AO3

Lana Del Ray’s “Season of the Witch” was playing quietly in the background as Nesta put on the finishing touches of her makeup. Tossing the mascara on the counter, she took a step back to assess herself in the mirror.

Her lips were a deep red, so dark it was almost black. A golden crescent moon was painted on her forehead, her daring brows arched on each side. Stormy grey eyes were heavily lined with midnight kohl, streaks of black running down her cheeks as if she’d just dragged her acrylic nails down her face. It looked like dripping blood. A golden arm cuff in the figure of a snake curved its way around her bicep, and it was quite possibly Nesta’s favorite part of the entire costume.

And her dress? Her dress was the most elegant thing she’d ever worn. Nesta didn’t even know how to describe it, the layered fabric falling down to the floor, the sleeves black and sheer. All she knew was she felt fucking powerful.

She smirked devilishly at the reflection staring back at her. It was like looking at Hecate herself.

To put it blatantly, Nesta was a whore for Halloween. She loved everything about spooky season: witches, full moons, candy, costumes, horror movies. The frightening, dark atmosphere that ensconced her throughout the entire month of October. Not to mention it was the one of the few holidays that didn’t revolve around family-oriented activities. Needless to say, Nesta was in her element.

Emerie peered her head into the bathroom where Nesta was getting ready. Her smile was wicked as she took in Nesta. “You just took fashionably late to the next level.”

Nesta laughed at her friend’s reaction. “You’re one to talk.”

Emerie was wearing a silky, burgundy robe. It was untied, leaving her tiny black slip in full view. The delicate fabric fell just inches below her waist, and she stood impossibly straight in glittery stilettos. To top it all off, bunny ears protruded from her waves of dark hair. She was a Playboy Bunny, and she looked fucking fantastic.

“How late are we?”

Emerie checked her phone. “About an hour.”

Nesta shrugged and shot her a wink. “It’s always fun to make a bit of an entrance.”

Nesta and Emerie had been close friends since freshman year. Nesta’s roommate was seldom in their room, and Emerie’s roommate was always bringing hookups to her respective room. So, when the two became aware of each other’s unfortunate (albeit convenient) situations, Emerie began staying over at Nesta’s. She would sleep over several nights a week, and it eventually became her room too. It worked perfectly.

Now, as upperclassmen, the duo lived in on-campus apartments. Just them and Minx. AKA the tiny but fierce black cat they rescued just a year prior.

“Guess who I heard is coming?”

Nesta dropped what she was doing to look at her friend. She knew that tone. That tone was always followed by a sinking feeling of dread in her stomach.

She threw Emerie a look. “I swear to the gods if you say Cass –”

“It’s Cassian!” Emerie sang smugly, jazz hands and all.

Nesta groaned. Cassian Bechalot was the bane of her existence. He was a senior, Nesta a junior, and he’d been a pain in her ass from day one. The first day of classes in her freshman year, Nesta had been sitting in her biology lab waiting for the class to begin. Ten minutes after class started, Cassian rushed through the doors in a dramatic entrance. To Nesta’s dismay, he sat next to her. The professor then proceeded to review the syllabus, mentioning the fact that they will be assigned semester-long lab partners. By “assigned,” she meant the person sitting next to you. Nesta had barely held back her groan when Casssian smirked at her and said, “I have a feeling this is going to be my favorite class.” For the next four months, he made Nesta hate biology. Purely because she now associated it with him. Cassian made it his personal mission to annoy the living hell out of her.

Skip to sophomore year. Cassian was adamant on sitting next to her in a lecture they were both enrolled in. Nesta was minding her damn business when he’d looked over her shoulder to catch her reading fanfiction on her laptop. And of course, it wasn’t some innocent story. No, with Nesta’s luck, it had been a smutty-ass fic that was basically porn without a plot. Cassian was unable to contain his laughter, the immature child he was. The professor stopped midsentence to narrow her eyes at his disruption. Nesta remembered it clear as day.

“Is there something you’d like to say, Mr. Bechalot? Since it’s clearly a matter important enough to interrupt my class.”

“Oh, I’d love to,” Cassian had grinned. He nodded his head at Nesta, the latter of whom was red in the face from both embarrassment and anger. “But I don’t think the Mrs. would be very happy with me.”

The class had whopped, some applauding Cassian’s antics.

“Enlighten me.”

He’d shrugged given Nesta a look that said, There’s nothing I can do to stop what’s about to happen.

What a fucking liar.

“Nesta was just getting in her daily dose of fanfiction. It happened to be a particularly…” Cassian paused. The bastard paused for dramatic effect. “… risqué.”

And queue the laughter.

So that was one of many reasons Nesta couldn’t stand him. After that fiasco, countless others followed. Some fiascos were of Nesta’s doing.

What? Nesta couldn’t let him win every time. She had a couple tricks up her sleeve, too. And it’s not like she was going to let him off the hook without facing the consequences.

Emerie was convinced it was some sort of star-crossed lovers shit. She dubbed them an “enemies-to-lovers” slow burn. She was the biggest (and only) advocate for a romantic relationship to blossom between them.

But Nesta? Nesta saw it for what it was.

Pure, unadulterated hatred.

And now he was crashing the party Nesta had been looking forward to all week.

The party was at their friend’s off-campus apartment. There were going to be a lot of people there, but Nesta had seriously doubted he would be invited. At Pryth U, there was an obnoxious division between athletes and the rest of the undergraduates. Nesta loathed the cliquey dynamic. But while the athletes certainly had a reputation, she had many friends who were on the college teams. It was really only the men’s lacrosse team that lived up to their reputation, and Cassian just so happened to be the captain. Who’s surprised?

Cassian had a way of getting in her head, of fueling her already hotheaded temper. Their interactions typically ended in a screaming match. He would tell her to loosen up, and Nesta would tell him to fuck off. He’d make some raunchy joke of it, and she would go off on him. They’d have a staring contest for a couple minutes before continuing to yell obscenities at each other.

Yeah… it wasn’t pretty.

But Nesta was determined to not let it bother her. Tonight was going to be great, Cassian or not.

“Is you-know-who going to be there?” Nesta turned the conversation around, stealing a glance at her roommate.

She scowled. “I don’t know. Even if she was, she doesn’t know my fucking name.”

“You don’t know that,” Nesta countered.

Emerie gave her a pointed look.

Nesta sighed. “Okay, so she doesn’t know your name. Doesn’t mean you can’t introduce yourself tonight.”

Emerie mumbled an incoherent response.

She’d had a crush on a girl named Mor for several months now. Mor had recently transferred from a different university, and she was a fellow junior. Emerie first saw her when she was working one day at the on-campus Starbucks. Whenever Mor came in for a drink, Emerie was sure to be the one to get her order. And she always made Mor’s drink (a medium mocha latte). It was quite adorable when Emerie came home from work to gush about how Mor’s hair was particularly beautiful that day. Adorable and obnoxiously frustrating.

Nesta wasn’t big on love. Sure, her guilty pleasure included romance novels and smutty fanfiction, but that was fiction. In her own life, she hated romantic gestures, declarations of love, and physical affection. She’d never been the type to have crushes or pursue a potential suitor. After watching her parent’s marriage crumble right before her eyes, Nesta didn’t put much thought into romantic relationships. To her, it was work. It took too much effort and from what she’d seen, the outcome was never worth it.

Sometimes, Nesta wasn’t sure if she knew how to love. Sure, she loved her sisters, but that was the extent of it (with the exception of Amren and Emerie). The thought terrified her just as much as it empowered her.

There were rare moments when Nesta would see Amren and Varian laughing together and something in her would ache. For what, she wasn’t sure. Affection, love, trust, acceptance, peace, comfort. All of the above.

“Okay, are we ready to go?” Emerie called to back to Nesta, shaking her from her thoughts. She took one last glance in the mirror before turning the light off.

“Let’s do it.”

The apartment was decorated perfectly. The lights were dim, the atmosphere enticing. Nesta was impressed but not at all surprised at Amren’s immaculate skills as an interior design major. They were friends from high school, and they’d remained thick as thieves since.

The place wasn’t huge, but it had enough space for dancing and drinking and that’s all that mattered. There were probably twenty people in there. The music was dark and thrilling, the bass reverberating in Nesta’s chest as she maneuvered her way through the bodies in the basement.

She recognized most of the people here, only a few unfamiliar faces in the crowd. Amren’s boyfriend, Varian, was in a mermaid costume as he walked around offering people drinks. He caught Nesta’s eye and shot her a grin, his hands gesturing to the coconut shell bra on his chest. She shook her head and chuckled before swiping… candy corn Jell-O shots?

With a grimace, Nesta tilted her head back and swallowed the damn thing.

It was disgusting.

“Nesta!” a familiar voice yelled from behind her. She didn’t even need to look to know who it was.

Rhysand approached her, his strut a little less smooth than normal thanks to the many drinks he must’ve had. But when she saw him, she could barely stop herself from laughing out loud.

He was dressed as an angel. Rhysand fucking Elvert was an angel.

 I’m not drunk enough for this.

He wore a white toga, his tanned chest bare for all the women and men to drool over. Cheap translucent wings protruded from his back, and a golden halo in the form of a headband hung over his head. He was giving her a cheeky smile as he stopped in front of her.

“Nesta, my best friend!” Well, that confirmed his inebriated state. “How are you? More importantly, where’s that sister of yours?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. She should have known he was going to ask about Feyre.

Her younger sister had visited Nesta several times since she started Pryth U a couple years back. They had the unfortunate luck of encountering Rhysand while Nesta was showing Feyre around campus. And of course, as Rhysand does with every living, breathing woman, he tried to woo her with his fuckboy ways. Feyre held her own, but that changed when Nesta brought her to a small dorm party later that night. When Nesta was returning from the bathroom, she found them dancing. Well, dancing was putting it nicely. There was a lot of hip movement to say the least.

After ripping them apart, Nesta threatened Rhys that if he got near her sister again, he was a dead man. Feyre, thoroughly embarrassed, had no other choice but to follow Nesta back to her dormitory. Once in her room, Nesta chastised Feyre for “fraternizing with the enemy.” Nesta had told Feyre stories about Cassian before, so she was up to date on that situation. Feyre didn’t seem to care, claiming that she didn’t even think Rhysand was that attractive.

And though Nesta knew that was a flat-out lie, she let it go.

So, when Feyre visited a semester later, Nesta was careful not to mention her visit to anyone, especially not Rhys. They weren’t friends per se, but her rivalry with Cassian made Rhysand a fixture in her life (one that she never asked for). They would chat during class or in passing, and their relationship was lighthearted. Nothing like the tension between her and Cassian. After the first time Feyre had visited, Rhysand always managed to find a way to bring her up in conversation.

But to Nesta’s dismay, Rhysand had miraculously found out about her visit. Ignoring Nesta’s threat, Rhys shamelessly tried to pursue Feyre for the second time. Even though Nesta was careful not to mention her visit, Rhysand had miraculously found out and pursued her. That time, he blatantly flirted with her right in front of Nesta. But it was more than flirting. Nesta could tell that Rhysand was acting differently than when he flirted with other girls. Nesta had been around him long enough to watch him flirt and seduce many women, and it was different with Feyre. This behavior continued every time Feyre visited, which was just five instances. Yet Rhysand seemed strangely attached to Feyre. Nesta never asked him about it… Gods forbid Rhysand Elvert becomes her brother-in-law.

“She’s great,” Nesta said truthfully. “Just started dating a new guy.”

His face fell for a fraction of a second, so quickly that Nesta could have imagined it. “Does he treat her well?”

“I’ve never met him, but from what she’s told me, yes.”

He seemed to consider this before merely nodding in response.

“Where’s that annoying friend of yours?” Nesta changed the subject.

Why do you care? Nesta could practically hear Emerie’s voice in her head. She ignored it.

“Cassian? That bastard’s somewhere in here.” Rhysand chuckled before he suddenly got excited. “Oh! You’ll never guess what he dressed as.”

Nesta gave him an unamused look. “Let me take a wild guess: the devil.”

Rhysand’s shoulders dropped and he pouted. “You take the fun out of everything.”

“Or perhaps you’re more predictable than you think.”

“Bet you can’t guess what Azriel is.”

Nesta didn’t even have to think twice. “Azriel dressed as Sherlock Holmes because he has a shred of self-respect. As opposed to you two buffoons.”

And because he told me a week ago, Nesta thought to herself.

Rhysand opened his mouth to retort, but he was quickly interrupted.

“Did someone say Cassian Bechalot?”

Nesta’s fists balled tightly at the mere sound of his voice. She plastered on a sickly-sweet smile and turned to face Cassian.

She did her best not waver at the sight of him. Even Nesta couldn't deny that Cassian was an objectively attractive man. She would never admit it, though.

His long hair was disheveled as always, a couple loose strands framing his annoyingly sharp jaw. He wore a deep red dress shirt, and the fabric looked soft as satin. Several buttons were popped to show off a broad chest and his signature golden chain. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal his inked forearms, the collar popped to show off the thick columns of his neck. And of course, red horns stuck out from the obnoxiously inflated head of his.

But what Nesta wasn’t expecting was the woman on his arm. She looked to be about their age, maybe a year younger. She too wore a devil costume but this time it was a small red dress and a face full of beautiful makeup.

Nesta’s fists tightened even more.

Cassian stopped a couple feet in front of her, his eyes slowly dragging up and down her body. Nesta crossed her arms impatiently until his piercing gaze finally met hers.

“So glad I ran into you, sweetheart," he purred at her. Gods, him and that insufferable nickname. She could choke him. "What do you think of my costume?"

“It suits you,” Nesta replied sarcastically. Then she added, “You guys make quite the couple.”

Cassian frowned, but Nesta paid no mind to him.

“Oh, we didn’t even come here together!” piped in the woman. She gave Cassian a seductive look. “But I certainly hope we’ll be going home together.”

Nesta didn’t bother to hide her distaste. It wasn’t directed toward the friendly woman, rather at the bastard at her side. The obnoxiously sexy bastard.

“Let me guess…” Cassian tapped a finger on his chin thoughtfully. Nesta made a show of rolling her eyes. “Hecate?”

 What?

She hadn't expected that.

Nesta did her best to contain her surprise. “You know who Hecate is?”

“Ouch, you didn’t have to say it like that. You wound me, sweetheart.”

She raised a threatening brow. He chuckled deeply and raised his hands in surrender.

"Maybe I'm not as stupid as you think I am."

Nesta snorted. “That’s highly unlikely."

He tilted his head to the side, peering closer at her. “You’re particularly feisty today, aren’t you?”

“I swear to the gods, Cassian, I will rip your head off.”

All he did was laugh her off. If he only knew how serious she was...

Nesta was just about to walk away when Cassian turned to the woman at his side. “Arlia, can you leave us alone for a second?” he grinned mischievously. “I’ll find you after.”

Arlia giggled and nodded, dragging a finger down his arm as she walked away. Leaving Cassian and Nesta alone.

 Great.

Cassian didn't waste a second, closing the distance between them. He loomed several inches above her, something Nesta detested about him. He was large, tall, purely male. Nesta got a whiff of his scent, and she hated how much she loved the smell of him. He always wore the same cologne, not enough to overwhelm but enough to leave Nesta wanting more.

Ugh. He truly was the devil incarnate.

“Is that jealousy I sense?” Cassian clicked his tongue, humor flashing in his hazel eyes.

Nesta choked at his words. "As if."

It was a weak comeback, and she knew it.

He got even closer, their bodies just inches apart now. “Why do you even care who I spend my time with, Nesta? You hate me on a good day.”

“Maybe,” Nesta countered, “that’s because you do nothing but make my life as miserable as possible.”

The temperature in the room seemed to increase several degrees as Nesta stared up at him in contempt. Something unreadable crossed his face as he raised a hand and caressed her cheek, the warmth of his fingers sending tingles to her feet.

“Why do you insist on pushing me away?" Cassian asked, searching her eyes. She was frozen, her throat constricted.

 Because you terrify me.

Nesta shoved that thought deep down before she could even comprehend it, as far as it could possibly go.

"Tell me," Cassian breathed, pushing for an answer. "Is it so hard to admit that maybe I'm not as bad as you want me to be?"

 Yes.

Nesta was nearly trembling, her mouth unable to form a single word. She could only stare up at him with wide eyes and parted lips as he pushed her limits.

"Is it so hard to admit that maybe, just maybe, you actually like me?"

 Enough.

Nesta snapped.

“Like you? Fuck that, Cassian! You walk around campus like you’re the most desirable man on earth,” Nesta fumed, just the sight of him enough to boil her blood. “You treat women like shit, you humiliate me at least once a month, and you’re only at Pryth U thanks to some athletic scholarship.”

Her voice had gotten louder and people were definitely watching them, but she didn’t give a shit.

Cassian’s eyes darkened at her words, and he got another step closer, forcing Nesta’s back against the cool edge of the table behind her. He rested both hands on each side of her body and caged her in. She didn’t dare back down, levelling his hard glare.

“Do you think I’m desirable, Nesta?” he asked menacingly, his voice low. Quiet enough for only her to hear and demanding enough to get an answer.

Nesta suddenly became hyperaware of Cassian’s body so close to hers. She could see his chest moving up and down, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His bicep brushed against her arm sending a shot of electricity through her body.

Nesta didn’t know what to say. She could only stand there and watch as Cassian huffed out a humorless laugh after a couple moments passed.

“Do you know how hypocritical you are?” Cassian asked, pulling his body away from hers and leaving Nesta with a cold feeling. He raised his voice with frustration. “No one knows who Nesta Archeron is. No, they only know you by the ‘Ice Queen.’ You sit on your damn throne and look at everyone like they’re below you. What’s so great about you, Nesta, huh? Because I’ve known you for years and still haven’t been able to find a single redeeming quality.”

He practically yelled the last sentence. She wanted to cry, throw something at him, walk away, scream until she lost her voice. But she didn't do anything. Nesta just stared at him as everything in her shut down until she just... stopped. Numbness overtook her.

Cassian was watching her, his chest heaving. Something like regret flashed over his face.

Nesta blinked, shattering the little world her and Cassian were in, looking past him and into the adjoining room.

Everyone was staring at them with wide eyes and open mouths. The entire apartment was silent, and it was painfully clear that every single person had just heard them fight.

 Just my fucking luck.

Nesta didn’t pay attention to anyone as she stormed off. As far away from him as possible.

She heard Varian tell everyone to mind their own business before blasting the music. The onlookers were happy to oblige and just like that, they were dancing without a care in the world.

Amren was leaning against the glass door that led to the outdoor patio when Nesta rushed outside for air. She heard her friend follow her from behind.

It was calmer out here, the loud bass of the music fading into the background. The moon was full, and that gave Nesta a small piece of solace.

She collapsed onto a plastic chair, her body sinking down. She didn't have to say a word as Amren held out a bottle of Tito's.

Nesta took it from her and didn’t even think as she took several gulps of the vodka. Her throat burned with every swallow, eyes watering. She took a final swig and gave it back to Amren, wiping her mouth and grimacing.

“So…” Amren started, glancing over at Nesta who was looking down at the ground. “Should we talk about what just happened in there?"

"No."

Amren got quiet and the two simply sat in silence. Nesta closed her eyes, relishing the cold breeze that washed over her face. She could smell the remnants of a bonfire from Amren's neighbors next door. After a few minutes, Amren straightened and held her hand out to Nesta.

“C’mon. We’re gonna dance.”

It wasn't a question. And Nesta wasn't about to say no and risk getting into an argument with Amren. Gods knew how taxing that would be. Anyway, the alcohol was already beginning to course through her blood. She would be on the dance floor in the next twenty minutes either way.

As Nesta took Amren's hand and retreated back inside, a feeling of euphoria began to enter her body. She happily invited it.

Nesta didn’t know how long they danced for. Long enough for her hair to stick to the back of her neck and her throat to be parched. Long enough for "Toxic" by Britney Spears to have played enough times and gotten stuck in her head.

But not long enough for her to forget about the events that took place just minutes prior to downing that vodka.

She signaled to Amren that she was going to get some water. Her friend only nodded her head and continued rolling her hips to the beat.

As Nesta poured herself a cup of water, she scanned the room. She scanned it until she found who she was looking for.

Nesta locked eyes with Cassian from across the room. She hadn't been thinking of him much as she and Amren danced to every song that played. He was on the outskirts of the dancing crowd. Him and Arlia. The song was loud, fast. And yet his hands were snug around Arlia’s waist, hers stroking his chest as they swayed slowly. Not an inch separated their bodies.

She couldn’t read the emotion in his eyes. His face was blank.

Nesta held his stare until he broke away.

To kiss Arlia.

And he didn’t just kiss her. It wasn’t an innocent peck. He pulled her into him, capturing her lips with his own. Nesta watched as Arlia gripped the collar of his shirt and molded her body into his, their hips grinding together.

Cassian opened his eyes even as he continued to kiss Arlia. He looked directly at Nesta as his mouth moved against another woman’s. Nesta fought the urge to go up to him and smack him across the gods-damn face.

She failed.

But before she could even take a step, someone grabbed her arm from behind. She looked behind her shoulder.

Amren.

“You don’t want to do that, Ness,” Amren told her with a hard tone.

“But – ”

“But nothing,” Amren interrupted Nesta, her words final. “How about we do something to take your mind off it?” She didn’t even wait for her answer before calling over her boyfriend. “Varian!”

Just like a loyal puppy, Varian appeared at her side in a second, the end of his mermaid tale dragging on the floor. “What’s up, love?”

“Nesta needs a good distraction,” she explained, gesturing not-so-subtly to where Cassian stood. “Thoughts?”

Varian’s eyes brightened and he didn’t even hesitate before miraculously yelling over the deafening music, “Truth or dare!”

Amren threw her hands up with a groan and gave him an exasperated look as if to say, Are we thirteen years old?

But it was too late. Everyone around them was already cheering and chanting Varian's name.

Nesta levelled a look at her best friend.

Amren raised her palms up. “Hey, it’ll keep you from strangling Cassian to death,” she pointed out the silver lining.

Nesta couldn’t argue with that, so she begrudgingly followed her friend to the couch. A big group of people followed them from behind.

Five minutes later, everyone was situated into a large circle. Some were sprawled on the furniture while others sat on the floor. All of them were happily drunk and way too enthusiastic to be playing truth or dare.

“Truth or dare?” Amren started, her question directed at Azriel who was sitting a couple people away from Nesta. He was dressed as Sherlock, just as he’d told her he would.

“Dare.”

Thus began an entertaining game of truth or dare. Azriel had to do a body shot off of Rhys. Rhys had to give Helion a lap dance. Helion was forced to let Lucien do his face makeup. Lucien had to take off Mor’s socks with his teeth. Mor had to make an obscene call to a random phone number. Emerie chose truth and was forced to reveal her wildest sex fantasy (a drunken Mor offered to make that dream a reality).

Halfway into the game, Nesta had shed herself of her gown, leaving her in only a small black dress she'd put on underneath in case she got warm. It was a combination of the body heat, alcohol, and tension between her and Cassian.

The entire game, Nesta did her best to avoid eye contact with Cassian. He was sitting directly across from her in the circle, Arlia at his side. Nesta was doing fine, enjoying their childish antics until it was Emerie’s turn to ask someone.

Nesta wasn’t completely surprised when her friend turned to her and asked, “Truth or dare?”

Nesta saw the mischievous look on Emerie’s face as she proposed the question. She had no fucking idea what she had planned, but there was no way Nesta was falling into her trap.

“Truth,” Nesta decided to play it safe.

But then Cassian had to open his fucking mouth.

“Boring,” he said loudly, faking a yawn.

Nesta turned her head to face him for the first time during the game. Her heart pounded at the sight of him. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, holding his chin in his hands as he scrutinized her. His eyes were glossy, and he was clearly drunk like the rest of them.

“It’s in the name of the game.”

“Or maybe you’re just scared,” Cassian countered.

“I’m not,” Nesta gritted her teeth, staring him down.

Cassian merely raised a brow as if to say, Sure, you aren’t.

No one said anything.

“Fine,” Nesta snapped just to spite him. “Dare.”

Cassian smiled triumphantly and sat back as Emerie clapped with excitement.

"Give her a good one!" someone called out.

Emerie turned back to Nesta with a troubled look and mouthed, Forgive me.

Forgive her? What the fuck was she talking about –

“I dare you to kiss Cassian.”

Nesta stopped breathing.

The entire room was silent as everyone stared at Nesta, gauging her reaction. She felt Cassian's eyes on her.

Nesta broke the silence and burst out laughing, a snort leaving her nose. A very unattractive snort. “You think I’m going to kiss him?”

Others around the circle laughed nervously, unsure where this was going to go.

She looked across the circle to see Cassian staring at her. But where she was expecting a smug smile was a clenched jaw and burning eyes.

You’re not scared, huh? he mouthed at her silently. He was mocking her.

In your dreams, she snapped back.

Cassian crooked his finger to draw Nesta closer. "C'mere."

She snorted. Again. “If you want to do this dare, you’re the one coming to me.”

Only a couple feet separated them from opposite sides of the circle. It was petty, but she didn't care.

He looked at her incredulously. “Really, sweetheart?”

Nesta shrugged. Cassian narrowed his eyes in response.

“No.”

He was just as stubborn as her. A couple people around the circled groaned – they knew the beginning of a Nesta-Cassian stand-off when they saw one.

“Are you guys really fighting about who has to walk the five steps it takes to get to each other?” Emerie asked, astounded. Neither of them answered.

“Why don’t you meet in the middle of the circle?” Varian suggested meekly.

“No,” they both snapped at the same time, glaring at one another when they realized they said the same thing.

Another minute passed of them staring each other down.

Cassian was the first to speak again. “If you don’t come over here, you won’t finish the dare.”

Nesta gritted her teeth. He was right. She fucking hated when he was right.

 Just get it over with.

“Fine,” she seethed, standing up from the floor. She turned to Amren. “Give me another shot. I’m not drunk enough for this.”

The last thing Nesta wanted was the memory of kissing Cassian tomorrow morning. She shuddered at the thought.

“Make that two,” Cassian added.

Amren returned just a second later with a full shot glass in each hand. Neither Cassian nor Nesta hesitated as they downed the drink.

Nesta willed her legs to move, her stride confident despite the overwhelming feeling that she was going to fall thanks to her wobbly knees. Cassian’s feet were flat on the floor as he sat on the edge of the sofa. Nesta didn’t allow herself to falter for a second as she straddled Cassian and sat on his lap, their faces just inches away.

The crowd whooped and whistled. Nesta ignored it.

Nesta was already intoxicated by his scent, but she did her best to ignore it. Cassian gripped her hips to keep her balanced on him, his touch burning into her skin. She was eye-level with him, their faces inches away. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek, and chills went down her arms.

Something in Nesta ignited when Cassian subtly rubbed his thumb over her hip under the fabric of her dress. He seemed to sense the change in her, his nostrils flaring as he moved his thumb over her skin again, leaving a burning trail in its wake.

The world fell away. It was just them. Nesta’s lips involuntarily parted when Cassian’s other hand rested on her bare thigh. His fingers inched higher and higher, and Nesta opened her legs slightly wider. Cassian exhaled a harsh breath.

The spot between her legs was molten hot, her legs numb with pleasure. She slid her hand over his shoulder, and she traced the thick columns of his neck with her manicured nails. He tilted his head for her, and Nesta wanted nothing more than to lick and bite and suck his bare neck.

 What the fuck is he doing to me?

All of Nesta’s reservations fell away as she grinded her ass in his lap, unnoticeable to anyone watching, but enough to feel Cassian’s hardness slide under her core. His eyes flashed to hers. Nesta had never seen a man look at her the way he was.

Then, so fast that he didn’t even know what was happening, Nesta leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Cassian tried to deepen the kiss, but Nesta pulled away and was out of his lap before he could do anything to stop it.

She threw her hands up and threw a smirk over her shoulder at Cassian. “I did it!”

Everyone cheered, laughter filling the room as Nesta started walking back to her respective seat.

But she didn’t get far.

“Are fucking with me?” Cassian seethed from behind her. She turned around to face him.

His jaw was clenched with anger. His whole demeanor had changed, his presence threatening. Nesta watched as his fists clenched and unclenched, Cassian's telltale sign that he was not happy.

“Aw, were you expecting a date too?” Nesta cooed at him sarcastically.

 Point for Nesta.

People laughed, but Cassian boomed, "That's it," silencing everyone else. Including Nesta.

He walked straight toward her with purpose. Nesta gasped as he carefully but firmly grabbed her by the nape of the neck, his other hand splaying across the small of her back to bring their bodies together. Their lips brushed together, and Nesta's long golden hair provided a small curtain of privacy from the onlookers.

Cassian's breath smelled of whiskey, and it nearly consumed her. She looked up into his eyes and let out a breath of air. A growl released from his throat.

"Fuck it," he murmured before crushing his lips to hers.

Nesta's hand instinctively reached for him, her fingers curling in the soft tufts of his dark hair. Cassian moaned into her mouth, opening his lips and deepening the kiss. Nesta could barely stand, her tongue moving against his in a seductive, wet dance. She tasted the alcohol on him, and she became further drunk on him. Cassian curled his arm around her waist to hold her up, consequently pressing their bodies harder together. Nesta's nipples pebbled through the thin fabric of her dress as her breasts ground against his broad chest. He nibbled on her bottom lip, teasing her, driving her mad with need. She let out a whimper, and she felt Cassian's lips turn up in a satisfied smile as they continued to kiss roughly.

A loud cough had them pulling away from each other.

Nesta's cheeks turned bright red when she realized they were still standing in the middle of the circle, their friends looking up at them with horror and confusion and excitement and disbelief. She looked back at Cassian whose lips were swollen from their kisses. He didn't seem to care that there were people around them, his eyes locked solely on her.

"So... uh, I think it's Nesta's turn to ask," Rhysand said dumbly, staring up at her like she had two heads.

The last thing Nesta wanted to do was sit back down and play truth or dare. No, she wanted to drag Cassian upstairs and finish what they -

"No can do," Cassian said plainly, grabbing Nesta's hand and pulling her with him as he made his way to the stairs. "We have some unfinished business."

Well, at least Cassian was on the same page as her for the first time.

Nesta didn't even look behind her as she willingly followed Cassian up the stairs and into a more private room.

He opened the first door they passed by, revealing the guest bedroom. Nesta walked inside, and he closed and locked the door behind them.

Nesta's mind was racing. What did they just do? Why did she let him kiss her like that?

"Stop."

Nesta looked up from her hands to where Cassian stood. He had a determined look on his face.

"Stop what?"

"Overthinking this."

Gods, he saw right through her.

"We shouldn't have done that," Nesta said quietly.

"Why?" Cassian pushed.

"We hate each other." Why did it sound like she was trying to convince herself of that?

"Do we?"

The question hung in the air as neither one of them said anything. Nesta sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her arms.

"Maybe not hate, but... we can't even stand each other," Nesta let out. She glanced over at him. "It's not like we have feelings for each other."

Cassian didn't say anything. She scoffed.

"You're telling me that you can honestly say you've thought of me in that sort of way?"

"Every fucking day, sweetheart."

Nesta's heart stopped. "I'm serious."

"Me too," he told her. His lips were set in a straight line, his eyes piercing into hers.

"Please, Cass," she said, using the nickname she so rarely used for him. "You fuck other women every week. You've despised me since day one. There's no way in hell."

"I don't hate you, Nesta," he said quietly. She watched as he walked over and took a seat in the rocking chair that faced her. He hesitated before continuing. "I hate how much I fucking think about you. I wake up and my first thought is, 'I wonder what Nesta's doing right now.' I go through my days hoping to run into you." He dragged his hands down his face and laughed at himself. "But you fucking infuriate me, woman. Our conversations are never pleasant. You're the most difficult person I've ever met."

 Oh Gods.

"And as for the women..." he sighed, shaking his head. "I can't believe I'm telling you this."

Nesta waited for him to continue.

Cassian raised his head from his hands and looked her straight in the eye. "I only fuck other women because I can't get you out of my damn head. Because I've never felt this passionate about anyone. Because you confuse the living hell out of me."

He had to be lying. It was Cassian. There was no way he cared for her. She'd seen him look at her all these years, and there had never once been an indicator of such feelings. And of course he was passionate about her: he hated her! Passion wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"What do you possibly think could happen between us?" she asked with an exasperated look. She didn't wait for him to answer. "The only time this," Nesta gestured between them, "could ever happen again is a year from now."

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "This," she moved her hand around. "Halloween. The one day you can pretend to be someone you're not."

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"You and I would never work, Cassian." The words cut through her as she choked them out.

"Why do you keep lying to yourself?" Cassian asked.

"I'm not! We know nothing about each other. We treat each other like shit. It would explode in our faces."

“We don't know anything about each other?" he echoed quietly, a small laugh leaving his lips. "How do you think I knew you were Hecate?"

Nesta didn't say anything. Where was he going with this?

"Maybe,” he started, “it’s because I’ve heard you mention her more times than I can count. Maybe I looked her up one day and read all about her. Maybe I think she's a fucking badass.

"You think we don't know anything about each other? Here are some things you don't know about me: I started that web comic you never shut up about. I finished it in a week, and I wrote down all my favorite parts in case we ever talk about it one day. You have a black cat named Minx, and you even have custom made socks with his picture on it. You want to study creative writing, but you're scared you won't make it as an author." He paused. "You try to hide everything inside, but I can tell how much you feel, Nesta. You aren't heartless, you aren't insensitive. You're just... scared. To trust."

Nesta hadn't told him any of that. Not directly, at least. But he listened. He'd always been listening. Her heart was pounding in her ears as Cassian finally met her gaze with soft eyes. She was terrified, but she held eye contact with him, refusing to look away. This man... he didn't hate her. He never had.

Nesta didn't realize tears were running down her face until her vision blurred and Cassian's face was out of focus.

Fuck. She hated crying, especially in front of people. Especially in front of him.

She dropped her face in her hands to hide her tears. She couldn't see what was happening but just a second later, she felt the bed sink down with another weight. Warm hands grasped her body, pulling her into a hard body. Cassian leaned down to brush his lips against her ear.

"Sweetheart," he whispered. Nesta didn't say anything. "Look at me."

His gentle voice melted something within her. She tried to inconspicuously wipe her tears before lifting her head up and meeting his gaze.

His lips turned up in a small smile, and he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Cassian put two fingers under her chin and lifted her face up until their lips touched in the gentlest kiss she'd ever had.

This time, Nesta didn't hesitate as she kissed Cassian back.

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