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BDSMaid - Chapter 5 Part Two

Series Summary: After recently graduating you take what is supposed to be a job to save money before you go back to university to get your law degree. Your best friend offers you a job cleaning luxury homes for clients you’ll never know. Easy. Simple. Mundane. Until one of your clients is home and everything you felt was missing in your life starts to fall into place. This goes against the NDA you signed and you could get fired. Or worse, you could fall in love.

Chapter Summary: You and Joel go to a Shibari class together; an innocent date, or is it?

TW: age gap (Joel 45/reader 22), reader does have some descriptors so more of an OC. Reader has longer hair and Joel can lift her. Mutual pining, kissing. Spoiler triggers below the cut in red.

WC: 8.2k

AN: Ok fiiiiiinnnneeeeee I couldn't wait any longer and I left you all on kind of a cliffhanger. As always, thank you to my lovely @lotusbxtch for reading and encouraging and helping me grow. Thanks @mermaidgirl30 , @littlevenicebitch69 and @joelmillerisapunk for being my lil cheerleaders. @for-a-longlongtime thanks for stoping me from working on that bull rider series LOL. Ok, enjoy this slowly because I haven't even STARTED chapter 6 yet, so I doubt it will be out until late October. Dividers and banners by the oh so talented @saradika-graphics

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TW: complete sensory deprivation (tied down, blind folded and has hearing blocked), multiple orgasms, denial

Joel

Joel has tried to keep his distance since referring to tonight as a date. He left another large tip for your clean this week and then made sure he was as busy as possible to stop himself from going home to see you. As he coaxed you into drinking the orange juice and the water he kept hearing “it’s a date” over and over again in his mind, and he’d cringe internally. He wouldn’t have blamed you if you had leaped out of that bed and ran home. The thought of you wanting him in that way is ridiculous. Not only because he’s over twice your age, but you came to him for help with building self confidence and for an escape, and then he went and said something so fucking stupid.

He shakes his head and pulls up his emails, trying to distract himself for what feels like the one hundredth time. Of course he wants to date you, he’d be crazy not to, but he can’t blur those lines. Furthermore, even if there was the slightest chance that you felt the same way he can’t risk breaking your heart the way he’s broken so many others.

She’s going to break yours, old man. Not the other way around.

Wednesday has been absolutely crawling. Time almost mocking him with how slow it’s ticking by. As he goes over the list of tonight's guests, Tess knocks on his small office door at the club.

“Hey,” she says, plopping down in the arm chair across from the desk. “You coming tonight?”

“Of course. Looks like a good turn out. Did the instructor make it in ok?”

“Cap picked her up from the airport yesterday and got her all settled at the hotel. Do you think you’re going to need me tonight?”

Joel cocks an eyebrow at her. He’s known Tess since she was ten. Her and Tommy are the same age, Joel being two years their senior. Aside from a few months when Tess and Tommy were sixteen, the three of them have been inseparable ever since. Tess was usually the undeclared leader of the group due to her bossy nature, but she kept the Miller brothers out of trouble most of the time.

“What’s wrong, Tess?”

“Nothin’,” she crosses her arms across her chest. “I am the planner, you and Tommy are the personality. I’m fine to stay behind the scenes for this one.”

“You’ve been acting strange since the poker night.”

She rolls her eyes at him. She’s probably the only person ballsy enough to do that to Joel besides Tommy, but Joel’s almost convinced his little brother is more dumb than ballsy. “I’m fine, Joel. The staff is all in good morale, and that’s my department. Remember?”

Joel just stares as she continues, lowering her voice to mock his. “I need you to be the people person. Hire them, train them. I’m not patient enough because I’m a big scary dom who will just want to spank them for not listening. I also can’t plan anything because I have a man brain.”

“Hilarious,” Joel deadpans as Tess laughs at her own jokes. “I’m being serious though, are you sure you're ok?”

“Yes, you don’t need to be concerned about me. I’m actually a little gutted I’m gonna miss it. Tommy told me there’s been a very pretty young lady hanging around you lately.”

Joel puts his reading glasses on with one hand and pointing to his door with the other. “Out.”

You

Joel referring to tonight as a date has been on loop for the last few days. He has this amazing way of shutting off your brain and then leaving you with so many new questions. Either way, when a few more college letters came over the last few days you convinced yourself that right before leaving for the shibari-demonstration-slash-date was the best time to open them.

Odette and Jamie sit on the couch across from you as you slide open the first letter. The thick eggshell parchment stamped with the Yale logo pops open easily. You close your eyes as you open the paper, the only sound in the room is the thundering of your heart behind your ribs.

You peel your eyes open and read out loud. “We regret to inform you that you have not…” your voice falls off, fingers shaking as you put it back in the envelope.

“Hey, we expected a few no’s,” Jamie says gently, always the optimist.

Odette takes the other approach, “Their fucking loss, bunch of stuffy old cunts! Next!”

You laugh at the juxtaposition of your friends' responses and reach for the Harvard letter. “We regret to inform you…”

“Keep going babe,” Jamie says softly.

You pick up the bright white Columbia letter. “We regret to inform you…fuck.” You feel the defeat start to creep in, like thick morning fog. It’s suffocating, choking all the happiness and excitement you had for tonight.

“What the fuck is wrong with these schools!” Odette says, snatching the letters up so she can check for herself. “Do the Toronto one, Canadians are supposed to be nice.”

“I can’t open anymore,” you say as your head falls back into the sofa. The fog starts to spread through your body, shutting you down inch by inch. You know you have to open the rest. You’ll spend the rest of the night wondering what they say if you don’t finish them. “You do it, Jamie.”

She shuffles in her seat uncomfortably. She’s not the kind of girl who likes to disappoint others; she's bright and happy but at this moment she’s the only person that you can take bad news from. As if she can read your thoughts, she grabs the University of Toronto letter. The sound of the envelope popping open slices through you. She clears her throat as she opens the paper and then reads aloud the same sentence you did. The letters from Duke and Notre Dame follow the same painful routine. With each rejection your stomach swirls, nausea building on top of self doubt and anxiety.

Six out of the eight universities you applied to have turned you down; Berkeley and the University of Austin are your only chances left at reaching your dreams. The silence in the small rental unit has you on edge, so much so that when your phone vibrates beside you you jump. A sunset beach photo from your last trip to California is the background from a text from Cap telling you he’ll be at your doorstep in about twenty minutes.

“I gotta finish getting ready,” you say, dragging yourself to the bathroom to touch up any makeup and brush your teeth.

“Babe?” Jamie says, following you down the hall. “You wanna stay here instead of going to that mixer?”

The reminder of the lie sends a new wave of nausea through you. Tonight you became a law school reject and an even bigger liar. Don’t forget that you’re also falling in love with an unattainable man, says the glittery pink box. You mentally lift a single finger in its direction, it usually doesn’t turn on you like that.

“I need the distraction.” You say, deciding that that’s not really a lie.

Your friends look at you with sadness in their eyes and even though you’re sad too, you wish you could tell them about Mister Miller and the club. You know they’d be excited about whatever this thing is and it would really help to have someone to decipher all the moments that live in your mind.

“It’s a date”.

When you walk through the large door from the lobby and into the club, you’re welcomed by a completely different atmosphere. It’s not all dim lights and sexy music like it normally is; instead the overhead lights are on and all the people are dressed in regular clothing or athletic wear and not the sexy outfits they’d normally pick to come here. Joel is no exception, dressed in dark wash jeans and a fitted black t-shirt. You catch the glint of his gold ring while he’s engrossed in deep conversation with a blue and purple haired woman along the edge of the dance floor. As if you’re his due north or the other side of his magnet, after just seconds of being in the same room as him, his eyes collide with yours. He mouths an ‘excuse me’ at the woman without looking away from and his long legs eat up the distance between the two of you. He meets you just before the bar and immediately wraps his arms around you, one hand coming to the nape of your neck, silently guiding your forehead to his strong chest.

“What’s wrong, sweet girl?” You love how easily he can read you, but you hate that this is the second time this week that he’s seeing you like this. You know you have moments of weakness, but you don’t let anyone see that and you DEFINITELY don’t inconvenience others with your weakness.

“Hasn’t been my best day, but I really don’t want to talk about it.” You don’t want to dump all of this on him now, not when he looked so excited when you said you’d attend tonight.

“Ok, I’m here for you if you want to talk about it though. You don’t have to deal with this on your own.” His lips come to the crown of your head and you breathe him in letting his ash and leather scent break down your walls.

“I didn’t get in,” you mumble and he holds you tighter for a brief second before his hand moves to your chin and tilts up to meet your gaze.

“All of them?” he asks gently but something akin to anger flares in eyes for just a second.

“Six of them. I haven’t heard from two.” His thumb feels like heaven as it runs along your jaw.

From across the club the blue and purple haired woman, who is now on the stage, claps her hands. “Good evening, everyone! I’m Starr. If you and your brave partners could start making your way to the floor, we can get started right away!”

“Do you want to leave?” Joel says, his warm coffee and chocolate eyes dancing around yours. No one looks at you like that; no one ever asks what you want. This is one of those looks that you wish you could talk to your friends about.

“No,” you say truthfully. “I want to be here with you.”

“I wasn’t going to let you leave without me. Do you want to go somewhere else together?”

You step back and grab his hand, his fingers thread through yours as if you do this everyday, as if this is normal, and you pull him towards the floor. He stands behind you, an arm wrapped protectively around your middle, similar to how he did the first time you went through the voyeur room. Starr introduces herself and her wife and then begins explaining rope safety and terminology like rigger and rope bunny, before launching into a step by step on tying a beautiful star harness across her wifes clothed chest. The two women hand ropes to the person who will be doing the rigging and as the rope lands in Joel’s hand your pussy flutters at the realization that you’re about to become Mister Miller’s rope bunny. You knew that coming here tonight, even if it did include lying to your friends, would help you feel better. The disappointment of being rejected is slowly replaced with an excited anticipation of learning something new with a man who has done nothing but choose you since laid your eyes on each other.

Starr projects step by step instructions up on the back wall of the stage and Joel clears his throat behind you as he begins. The sound of the rope running through his hands as he folds it in half sends a shiver up your spine. You try to distract yourself by clipping your hair up and out of the way.

“Arms up,” he rasps, and places a light kiss on the soft curve of your neck as he wraps the rope around your ribcage, just below your breasts. You purposely wore a tight t-shirt and leggings tonight. If anyone asks, you’ll say you just assumed it would be easier to be in something form fitting rather than loose, but the truth is that you did some research on Shibari classes and it was recommended to wear clothing that was tight to the body. As he walks around you to make the first diagonal cross of your chest he says, “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

You lock your eyes with his as he loops back up, crossing the rope over your other shoulder and walks behind you. “Yes, at least not yet.”

“Alright,” he says softly, pulling the rope back through the first band he made. “What do you want to talk about then?”

Your daughter. Your wife. The guitars and books of lyrics. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Do you like me or do you like like me? How do you feel about an age gap romance? Your brain races with a million things you could ask, and maybe would ask on a date. However, this is anything but a date, right? A dom and sub don’t date, there are strict rules. He tells you what to do, you do it. You don’t date.

The silence between you two feels like it’s lasted forever, you flinch as you ask the first thing you can think of. “How old are you?”

“Almost forty five. It says that on my profile, sweet girl. For someone who likes research…” His voice trails off. Is he flirting?

“I refuse to look at it in case you try to pawn me off to Tommy again,” you tease. You bite your cheek to hold in all the questions you want to ask as he chuckles behind you. You lift your arms as per the next slide and he brings the rope up towards your armpit as you settle on a neutral topic. “Baseball,” you say flatly.

Joel laughs silently as he walks around your body, the rope coming across to your other armpit and he’s behind you again. “Baseball?”

“Ya, it’s America’s favourite pastime.” Joel's fingers feel warm through the fabric of your shirt as he continues to work the ropes.

“Ok, so what do you want to discuss about baseball?” He wanders in front of you again, following the instructions perfectly.

You shrug a little, lifting your arms again as you follow along with the slides. “Did you ever play?”

Starr circles around the two of you, “Great job, Joel. You ok, honey? Not too tight anywhere?”

You shake your head no and then you and Joel get lost in each other again. “Yes, I played for most of my childhood. I was pretty good too.”

You chuckle, “Why am I not surprised.”

“What?” he says, half laughing.

“Seems like Joel Miller is good at everything,” you say lightly, almost in admiration. He’s behind you again, feeding the ropes through themselves. The back looks beautifully intricate, and you can see other couples getting frustrated before either Starr or her wife comes and helps them. You continue, “Let me guess, you were like a big all-star pitcher or something?”

“No,” he answers.

“What position did you play then?” You glance down at your chest at the star shape across your chest, the rope scrapes gently on the exposed skin of your neck with the movement. It’s stunning, exactly as the demonstration and the picture. Yep, Joel Miller is good at everything.

A new voice joins your conversation, “Best first baseman the school has ever seen.”

You crane your neck over your right shoulder towards the source; Tommy. You clench your molars when you see him with Jade; the beautiful icy blonde woman that Joel had tied to his desk the first time you met him. Joel shifts uncomfortably as she flutters her lashes at him. “As I was saying,” Joel huffs in his brother's direction before turning his attention back to you. “I played first base and Tommy was the back catcher. Our mom pretty much put us in any sport she could afford to keep us out of trouble.”

“That’s kind of fascinating,” you say, looking back towards the stage and trying to get back into the safe little bubble you and Joel have created.

“I dunno about that, sweet girl.”

The combination of him using that nickname and the feeling of his fingers on your body cause another shiver to roll up your spine, and suddenly it’s just the two of you again. It’s so easy to get lost with Joel, every ounce of that fog from earlier has dissipated. He’s like the warm morning sun, chasing away all the thick haze that coated you in the darkness. “I think this is a safe nickname space only, Sweet Cheeks.”

He swats your bum gently eliciting a giggle to pass your lips before getting back to weaving the rope in and out along your spine. “Careful. Now why is it kind of fascinating?”

“I mean, Tommy played at home plate, you played at first base.”

“I don’t know where you’re going here, Freckles.”

You smile over your shoulder at Joel. “Well, don’t you see the connection? You don’t have sex with your subs, Tommy does. He goes to home plate, you stay at first base.”

Joel arches an eyebrow at you as you flash him a cheeky smile and then he lets out a laugh. A real laugh that sounds like it’s coming straight from his stomach. His big beautiful smile draws up his cheeks causing the skin around his eyes to crinkle. The sound is almost enough to make you weak at the knees. “I swear to god, Freckles, I love the way your brain works.”

The rest of the group finishes off their harnesses and Starr begins the next part, explaining now how to tie the arms around the biceps and secure them to the harness. They hand out the ropes again and you reach behind yourself to criss cross your arms and grasp your opposite elbows. Just as Joel begins folding the rope over in his hands, Jade speaks.

“She sort of hit the nail on the head with that one, Mister Miller.” Envy flares in your eyes as she steps towards Joel, leaning into him. “I can’t wait for tomorrow. I’ve missed you.”

You glance towards Joel, expecting to see him looking angry but his soft eyes meet you with guilt written all over his face. You watch his throat as he swallows hard and the happy, sparkly bubble you built bursts and the fog returns. Your heart drops to your feet, it was too good to be true, you knew it was too good to be true and he almost had you fooled. You don’t think, you just act, you need to get away from this space and all these people as bile rises in your throat.

Your feet feel heavy as you walk quickly toward the voyeur room, slipping past the closed sign that's propped up outside the curtain that conceals it. Darkness surrounds you, the rope harness feels like it’s smothering you as you try to take deep calming breaths. A flash of light from the otherside of the curtain fills the room as someone follows.

“Go away, Joel.” You say quietly, trying to force air past the lump growing in your throat.

“It’s Tommy.” He says, flicking on a dim light and noting the way you’re pulling at the rope closest to your throat. “Let me untie you so you don’t hurt yourself.”

You step back, a wall slamming down around you. Tommy raises his hands, “Please, just let me untie you so you can breathe.”

You spin slowly, giving your back to him and he approaches. His fingers pulling and working the ropes and the irony of him removing knots as you start to mentally tie yourself up in them is enough to make you nauseous. You retreat into your mind, looking for that stupid box. I fucking told you! You practically scream at the shadow you know it’s hiding in.

“Try to slow your breathing for me,” Tommy says softly as the rope begins to loosen and fall away from your body. Tonight felt too normal, too comfortable. You started to feel like maybe Joel was feeling the same way you do, but now you feel like you’ve been slapped across the face with yet another reminder that you are not enough. Six out eight universities and the man you completely misread.

“I’m so fucking stupid.” It doesn’t come out self deprecating or angrily. Just as if you’re stating a fact, similar to how you’d say you like the colour green.

“No, this is on me.” The rope falls away from your body and you step away, spinning to face Tommy. “I shouldn’t have said yes when she asked me to bring her here tonight. I assumed Joel had ended it before they were in Europe.”

“What?” You breathe out in disbelief. Even though you can see the rope in Tommy’s hands, it still feels like it’s around your throat.

You wander towards the nearest couch. All those pictures, all those flirty texts and she was there the entire time? You hear your mothers voice again, ‘You might be the smartest one in this town but the real world is going to eat you up and spit you out.’ Nothing has felt more true, especially today. Six schools rejected you, selecting smarter shinier applicants and now the same thing is happening with Joel. You knew you didn’t hold a candle to her, he wanted you to go with Tommy so he could keep her, didn’t he?

‘It’s only you.’ His desperate voice from the day in his office comes out of the shadows of your mind. But it’s not only you. If he didn’t end it with her then it’s her too. You’re constantly in competitions that you have no business being in.

“No, not ‘they’. Not like that. They were there for different things, not together,” Tommy’s voice has a hint of panic. “...I’m really fucking this night up, aren’t I?”

Just then, Joel and Jade come through the curtain. “Sweet girl….”

“No,” you say, cutting him off with a wave of your hand. You want to yell and scream and ask him what was with all that “it’s only you” bullshit.

“Baby, please, just listen to me.” Joel kneels in front of you and you stand up. His hands come to either side of the couch, keeping you there. “Please?”

You can feel his eyes on you but you keep staring straight ahead, the curtains of all the rental rooms are drawn shut. “Please just go, Joel.”

Jade steps into your line of vision and you can feel the jealousy twisting at your stomach. She’s fucking beautiful. Long icy blonde hair that looks silky to touch, slender limbs and a perfectly symmetrical face. Her make up is done to perfection, and to top it all off she was kissed by an angel in the breast department.

“I’m sorry. I left the country a few days after I saw you for your birthday celebration. I went to Germany to get married and I wasn’t coming back.” Her eyes go soft for a second as she looks down at her bare left ring finger and then back to you. “Clearly I didn’t do either of those things. I haven’t spoken to Joel and I just assumed our regular time slots still stood.”

Even without looking down, you know Joel hasn’t looked away. From the moment you met him, you’ve been able to feel his gaze on you. It’s one of the things you like so much about him, the way he looks at you. You feel warm and seen, and most importantly, safe in his gaze.

Tommy clears his throat gently and you glance his way. “Ending things with a sub is tricky. It has to be done in person. I know Joel better than anyone else, he ended things with everyone else. He’s gonna beat the shit out of me for this, but he’s crazy about you and he’s only ever looked at one other person the way he looks at you.”

“Tommy,” Jade's voice cracks as she says his name. “I think you should untie me so I can leave. I really am sorry, to all of you.”

You watch the two of them disappear back into the main area of the club before you finally allow yourself to look down at Joel. His eyes are big and soft, he looks so vulnerable. Is this real though? When you think about how easily he can slide on his dominant mask you aren’t sure what you can and can’t trust, and that’s really fucking horrible considering trust is the most important thing between a sub and dom. He could be lying, he gains blow jobs and doing whatever else he wants to your body by keeping this up.

But what does Tommy gain from telling you what he just did? Tommy has no skin in the game here.

Joel

His heart is flying wildly behind his chest, blood coursing through his ears. He never thought he was going to see Jade again. Neither of them talked about it really, but after that session that you walked in on she canceled the next one and told him she was moving to be with her fiance in Germany and was getting married. He continues to look up at you; the ever growing pinch in his neck be damned, he’s not looking away. Even at this angle you manage to take his breath away. It feels like hours have gone by when you finally speak.

“I thought it was only me,” it comes out as a whisper and immediately shatters the little bits that were left of his composure.

“It is, sweet girl. I promise you it is.”

“I want to believe you,” your voice is so calm. He doesn’t deserve you being calm right now. Or does he? You came into this very methodical. Maybe these are just sub-dom transactions to you.

“What can I do?” He says hopefully. “I’ll do anything you need, sweet girl.”

You let out a shaky breath and he can see the wall building behind your eyes, that fun goofy girl who isn’t afraid to crack a joke is slowly locking herself away. He prepares himself for you to tell him this is over, or that you need time. He reminds himself that this was always going to end in heartbreak for him, so may as well get it over with now instead of when he’s fully in love with you, before he’s learned how those warm walls of your pussy feel against his cock. Because there really will be no coming back from that if that happens.

As he tightens the muscles in his core, physically preparing for the metaphorical blow to the gut he watches your long lashes flutter shut and when you open your eyes again the wall is gone. The shimmering pools of the eyes he’s enamored by are back and relief washes over him.

“Nothing, Mister Miller,” your voice is saccharine sweet. “Trust is the most important thing between a sub and their dom. I can’t let my own anxiety ruin this, but I might just be a bit guarded until I’ve calmed all those thoughts.”

He whispers your name, biting back a groan as your hands meet his hair. “I’m so sorry that happened, baby girl.”

“I know. So am I. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous. It’s just…”

“No, you can be jealous. I told you one thing and -.”

You tug at the strands of his hair and shush him. “I’m not done,” your voice is stern. Joel isn’t used to hearing your tone like that and he suddenly feels his chest swelling with pride. This sweet bubbly person in front of him is morphing into a confident badass. That’s probably the exact tone you’ll use in boardrooms or courtrooms when other lawyers try to talk over you and he can only hope that one day he’ll get to witness that. “I shouldn’t have gotten jealous, but I really like the way I feel around you. It’s selfish of me, but I’d like to keep feeling like this for the few months I have left here before I leave for law school.”

Selfish. He lets that word wash over him. The most selfless person he’s ever known is worried about being selfish? No, he thinks, she deserves this. Hearing you say that you’re leaving makes him feel like his chest is caving in on itself. He’ll deal with the inevitable heartbreak when you leave him. He knows those rejection letters were hard on you, but he helped you to feel better and he’s going to hold on to that and give you that for as long as he possibly can.

Your fingers release his hair and he watches you walk the few steps to where the rope Tommy untied for you lays on the floor. He licks his lips as you bend to pick it up, eyes trailing over the delicious curves of your ass. “It would be my pleasure, sweetheart.”

You turn, walking back towards where he’s kneeling and holding the ropes out to him you say, “Is the workshop over?”

He stands up, his fingers grazing yours as he takes the rope. Electricity tingles up his forearms at the feel of your soft skin. Your body is so close to his that he can feel your soft warmth radiating against him. You being at this proximity immediately put him at ease.

“No, there’s a bodysuit tutorial right now,” he says. You nod, stepping around him. Suddenly, Joel grabs your elbow to stop you, lowering his lips to your ear, and lowering his voice to that gravelly tone he knows you love, he rasps, “I should punish you for letting another dom untie what’s mine.”

You smirk up at him, “I’d like to see you try, Sweet Cheeks.”

You

Joel works silently around you and you lose yourself for a bit in the events that unfolded tonight. Joel has knelt in front of you before, but never like that. The sad, helpless look in his eyes, the slight slump of the shoulders. He was submitting to you, and when your fingers met his scalp, he leaned into your touch. The way his body melted at your touch was intoxicating. He wasn’t Mister Miller in that room tonight, he was Joel, and the dichotomy of this man is astounding.

After about thirty minutes of Joel twisting, turning and pulling he has your upper half tied into a zigzagged bodysuit of rope. Joel steps in front of you and bends slightly to reach between your legs. When he brings the rope between your thighs and as he feeds it through the bottom of the chest piece, the seam of your leggings brushes against your clit. You jolt at the contact, your cheeks flushing crimson as Joel's eyes meet yours in a flash of onyx and honey. He begins shaping the bottom part of the bodysuit, bent in front of you the entire time and locking eyes with yours every time he tugs the ropes into place.

You glance nervously around the room to see if anyone else is having the same reaction. You expected this night to be fun and silly, the way a date should be. And it was for a while, but now it’s taken a very erotic turn. The blush of your cheeks warms down your chest and neck as you hold off on what could be a very vocal orgasm in front of a room of people who you don’t necessarily want to witness it.

Joel finally finishes the body suit and moves to stand behind you, his patchy facial hair brushes the shell of your ear as he whispers, his voice full of gravel, “Hands behind your back, my sweet girl. We aren’t done.”

A shiver races up your spine and your arms fly back. “So eager,” Joel says softly, grazing his teeth along the lobe of your ear, adding gasoline to the small fire that’s been building between your thighs.

You’re sure the arm restraints only take about three minutes to complete, but it feels like hours. The three knots that lay around your wrists, forearms, and biceps keep your posture nice and tall, and your breasts pushed up through the body suit. Once he’s finished, Joel spins you to face him, and that rope works its way in between the lips of your now absolutely soaked pussy. You squeeze your thighs together, the soft expression on his face only intensifying the growing ache. He’s such a fucking tease, you think, and now he’s looking at you as if you put the stars in the sky. Finally, his dark brown eyes settle on yours and he gives you a closed lip smile.

“What?” You ask breathlessly.

“I jus’ thought that I’d go all caveman seein’ you like this,” he steps into you, one hand cupping your cheek, the other tugging on the rope near your waist, which jiggles the rope that has you on edge. Joel’s voice lowers, this next part just for you to hear. “But you just look so beautiful.”

He tugs up on the rope and pleasure courses through you as you gasp quietly. He gives you that sexy smirk that makes that dimple carve into his cheek.

Yep, he’s a fucking tease. The little box says, confirming your thoughts.

“You like that, sweet girl?”

He tugs again and your forehead falls to his chest. “Please, Mister Miller,” you whisper into his expensive cotton t-shirt.

Starr interrupts the two of you, but you can’t peel yourself away from Joel right now. The slightest move of that rope might make you explode. “Well, based on that reaction I’d say you tied it just right, Joel.”

“Thank you for coming, Starr. I’m sure we’ll host one of these again soon. Tommy is by the bar, he can help you kick everyone out.”

“Joel,” she says, a slight hint of amusement in her now hushed voice. “Your rope bunny is on the verge of having an orgasm, go.”

With that he hoists you over his shoulder and walks towards the door that leads to the private rooms. “Fuckfuck, I’m gonna -” you whisper into his broad back and squeeze your thighs tighter as Joel walks.

The second the door shuts, separating you from the others Joel puts you on your feet and jiggles the rope around your waist. “Come, baby.”

You fall into him for support, his other arm wrapping around you to hold you up as stars blur your vision. “That feel good, my little rope bunny?”

“Yes - oh god, yes.” Your arms pull at the ropes restraining them behind your back and you can’t hold it anymore. Your orgasm practically slams through you as you gasp and moan into Joel's broad chest. “Fuck, Mister Miller.”

“You’re so beautiful when you let go for me. I’ll never get sick of watching you like this.” He continues to work the rope as your high crests and your legs start to go weak and boneless below you.

“I can’t…p-please Mis - Fuck.” Joel lifts your lax and quivering body over his shoulder again and makes his way to his room, placing you at the foot of the bed, spinning you and pushing between your shoulder blades until your chest meets the mattress.

“Spread your legs,” he commands and you listen, moving your feet to be shoulder width apart. He wraps two cuffs around your ankles, and attaches them to the bottom of the bed posts before doing the same to the ropes around your arms. You’re trapped, stuck bent over the end of the bed and even though you’re fully clothed under all of these ropes, this is easily the hottest thing you’ve ever done. “Fuck me. How are you so goddamn sexy even when you’re fully clothed.”

You hear Joel’s footsteps around the room, gathering whatever he has decided to use on you tonight before you can feel him behind you. “Sweet girl, I do believe I read that you would be interested in sensory deprivation. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Mister Miller,” you hum.

“Do I have your consent to blindfold you and then have you listen to music in noise canceling headphones?”

Fire erupts in your stomach, your core pulsing at the thought of him doing whatever he wants to you. “Yes, Mister Miller.”

A silky black blind fold slips over your head, Joel's large body covering your back. “What’s your safeword?” he growls, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Stegosaurus.” Just once you’d like that to not leave your lips in the whiny, desperate tone it does when he asks you that question.

“Good girl,” he praises before the plush headphones cover your ears. All you see is black, all you hear is soft decorative piano music, and all you feel is the warmth of Joel over your buzzing skin. There’s not a single thought in your mind, everything is silent. This is what you need and you start to worry that you’ll become addicted to the way Joel makes you feel everything while thinking nothing.

The warmth of his body disappears from you and you whimper at the loss. Your eyes clench closed as if that will help you be able to find him. A thin, pulsing vibrator hits the back of your thigh and you jump. Joel's large hands rubs your opposite hip and every muscle relaxes under his touch. The vibrator pulses softly as he moves it up your thigh, tickling along your hip, and then down the other leg. You can’t hear the sounds that you’re making but you’re sure they’re desperate, needy gasps.

After teasing your arms Joel slips something small and hard between your body and the rope that’s been torturously teasing at your clit before you feel him pull away. You adjust so your forehead is resting on the mattress before it dips with the weight of him sitting beside your head. His warm fingers wrap around your neck and he kneads the muscles.

“Mmmm, thank you Mister Miller,” you hum.

Whatever Joel slipped against your clit comes to life, a dull vibration that is sure to be your undoing has you attempting to arch your back, but you can’t move. Your breathing quickens, short little puffs of air passing your lips.

“I’m gonna come,” you murmur quietly, or at least you think it’s quiet since you can’t hear yourself or anything else. Joel’s strong fingers continue the delicious swirling patterns up and down the sides of your neck as you begin to shake. “Oh god - I’m so close!”

Just as you’re about to slam head first into another orgasm the vibrating stops and Joel’s fingers disappear from your skin. “No,” and this time you know it wasn’t a whisper or a whimper.

The mattress jostles and then you feel Joel behind you again. A hand comes to one of yours, coaxing it out of the fist you’ve apparently clenched before doing the same to the other. The vibrating starts stronger this time and both his hands come to yours, his thumbs massaging at your palms. It doesn’t take long this time before you’re right on that edge again.

“Fuck, Mister Miller. Puh-please don’t stop!” Your legs start the familiar shake that happens right when you’re about to tip over the edge and he doesn’t follow your wishes. The hand massage stops, quickly followed by the vibrator being switched off. You groan in frustration and he lays a quick, sharp spank over your legging clad right ass cheek. “Hnnng - sorry.”

You can’t be certain, but based on the warm puffs hitting your core you’re pretty sure he’s knelt down behind you. The vibrator comes to life again, stronger than the last two times and his hands work at massaging the muscles along the back of your thighs. This is torture; wonderful euphoric torture and as much as you want it end, you also don’t ever want him to stop making you feel this way.

You let your eyes flutter open behind the blindfold, it’s still just as dark but you see that little pink sparkly box. The one that’s overflowing with emotion for Joel. You should push it back into the shadows or light it on fire, but instead you let it come out of the shadows completely. You see your hands reaching for the lid just as the white hot pleasure in your core gets close to the breaking point.

“Please please…Mister Miller - fuck!” You whimper and whine as it begins to burn hotter and then it’s gone and it feels like the air is being sucked forcefully out of your lungs.

“Nonono, I can’t. Please, I need you..” Joel's large body is across your back in a second. The hard bulge in pants pressing against your ass and the memory of how good he felt and tasted in your mouth the last time has saliva pooling under your tongue. You swallow hard as one of the padded ear pieces is lifted from your ear.

Joel’s voice is deep and gruff as he says, “What do you need, my sweet girl?”

The little box of feelings vibrates at him calling you his and you kick it back into the shadows. “I need to come, Mister Miller.”

“That right? How bad?” He says teasingly before placing a feather light kiss on that sensitive spot right below your ear.

“So bad. Please, it hurts, Mister Miller.” You are pouting into the fluffy sheets, a completely whiny mess, and you realize that you’re always a mess for him. Be it a horny or depraved one, a whiny or a pouty one, he doesn’t care and if anything you think he likes it that way, likes you that way. “I want to hear you. I miss your dirty talk, please, baby!”

“Fuck,” he breathes. “I should spank you until you can’t sit tomorrow for calling me anything but Mister Miller. You know that, right?”

“I can’t think straight. I’m sorry, just please. Please!”

He whips the headphones off of you and the vibrator hits at an intensity you have never felt before. Your pornographic scream fills the room. His large body above yours intensifies everything that was already killing you.

“That what you need, huh?”

You cry out and try to say yes but you’re sure it’s all just an incoherent mix of sounds at this point.

“God damn, baby girl. You should see yourself right now. All tied up in knots that I made. The way your leggings hug the curves of your hips and soft, creamy thighs. You’re going to be the death of me one day.”

Tears start to flow behind your blindfold as the pleasure almost becomes too much, you haven’t come yet, and at this point you aren’t sure if you’ll survive it if you do. You have half a mind to ask Joel if an orgasm can physically split you in two because that is how you feel right now.

“I’m - oh god - I’m…” You try to form the words but you can’t.

One of Joel’s hands slips between his front and your tied up arms, his hand wrapping tightly around yours. His lips come to your ear as whispers. “I got you, sweet girl, just let go for me.”

“Need to see you,” you say between gasps of air and the pleasure begins to burn in your.

Joel peels the blind fold off. You blink him into focus, his warm eyes searching your face. “Let go, you’re ok.”

As per usual, it’s his words that seem to be that final push and you let your orgasm consume you. It starts as a cold spark, a shiver up your spine and then heat flushes through every since cell in your body. You moan and writhe beneath Joel who whispers your praises like a prayer. Talking you through the intensity of the feeling. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you’re sure your panties, leggings and the rope are ruined.

“I can’t!” You gasp and Joel slows the vibration to help you ride out the decresendo of your orgasm. As the jolts of your body slow, he follows suit; the vibrator going to a dull blip and eventually nothing. Joel's thumb traces soothing patterns on the hand he’s still holding between your bodies. You take a deep and shaky breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Are you ok, angel?” he asks quietly and goosebumps somehow spread along your too hot body.

“Better than ok,” you say with a small smile.

Joel’s lips meet yours, soft and pliant and so full of passion. Your eyes shut as you part your lips for him and when your tongue strokes gently against his he lets out a small whimper that causes your pulse to leap. Mentally, you grab a bigger box, stuffing it with the realization that you’re falling for this man. But you will deal with that later, right now you just need to let yourself have something that is for, well… yourself.

Joel

He breaks the kiss, even though he doesn’t want to. Even though he knows that by breaking this kiss it’s only going to mean you going home sooner. “I need to get you out of these ropes and get some sugar into you.”

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence as his nimble fingers work to undo your restraints, then the intricate knots that bind your arms, and lastly the bodysuit. He really did think you looked stunning all tied up. He didn’t plan for this night to go the way it did, but when he saw the slight flush of your cheeks and the way your eyes glazed over he couldn’t resist giving you what he knew you needed. He stays close, one hand protectively on your hip as you crawl onto the bed. Once he has you seated, he pulls a fuzzy grey blanket out from a basket beside the night stand and then opens the small fridge to grab you an orange juice and water.

He cracks the top of the orange juice. “Drink this for me, please.”

He watches your eyes do a quick half roll but you don’t fight him, fingers just barely grazing his as you take the juice from him. “I had fun tonight,” you say between sips as he walks to grab the coconut oil.

Joel stands beside you. “So did I, sweetheart. Arm, please.”

You take the orange juice in your left hand and give him your right. Both of you watch as he puts oil on the few pink marks the ropes left behind. “Do you think I should change my safeword?”

He lifts one eyebrow at you and as he tends to your other arm says, “Why do you ask that.”

“I don’t know. It’s just…well, originally that little dinosaur on your coffee maker seemed so out of place. It intrigued me. Your home is beautiful, but the parts you let people see don’t give away any hints about you, except for that little dinosaur. But now that I know the whole story, it just seems too special of an item to be tied to what we do.”

“I don’t think we need to change it. You’re right, that little stegosaurus is special to me.” He sits sideways on the bed, grabbing the empty orange juice container and handing you the water. His jaw flexes once before he continues, “But so are you. I love that you felt a connection to that part of me. Ultimately, it’s your safe word, sweet girl, so you can make it anything you want, but I think it’s perfect for us.”

The soft look in your eyes as he speaks is almost enough to kill him, and when your lips twitch up ever so slightly at his words he knows he’s done for. He shouldn’t fall for you, especially since he’s sure there’s no way you’d ever feel the same way, but he can’t not fall for you.

Your name passes his lips with a nervous tremble, because he knows that what he’s about to say next is going to be his undoing. If you say yes to this next thing, if he continues spending actual time with you, he’s done.

“Ya?” you say before sucking your bottom lip through your teeth.

“Friday night is the five year anniversary party for the club. It’s a black tie event for all the VIP guests. Would you like to accompany me?”

He watches as your eyes land on your lap, your lips pressing together as if to suppress a smile. When your gaze floats back up to his, your eyes give you away. Try as you might to hide your expressions with him; he'll always know when you’re happy based on the glitter of your eyes.

“I’d really like that, Mister Miller.”

His forehead meets yours. “This might be a Sweet Cheeks moment.”

Thank you soooo much for reading! Remember to follow @mountainsandmayhem-updates for future chapters xo.

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sweetadonisbutbetter · 8 months ago

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Good day to you, I adore your stories and it would be interesting to read fan fiction about the Hotel Hazbin Adam×Reader | woman| as Adam's third wife who is pregnant with his child, what will be his actions before birth and after, if it seems strange to you, then you can not write or not respond to my request, I will not be offended💗) Have a nice day/evening Sorry for my bad English, I'm Spanish;^

RAHHH THANK UOU SMM ☹️☹️ it’s not strange to me i would love to write this 😁😁 also yr english is perfect!!! i will write this as if they were in heaven, so it’s a little more shocking, and it will be a mix of a fic and headcanons

New Life, even after Death | Adam x AFAB!Pregnant!Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: MENTIONS OF (PAST) ABUSE!! it is a brief mention and doesn't carry much weight but it is there regardless. Mentions of pregancy and birth, light NSFW, Adam being Adam

You needed to check if your eyes were seeing things correctly, or if you needed glasses. After all, there wasn’t any way that you were seeing two lines. You stared at it for a moment, unsure of what to do. After a moment, you snapped out of it before hurriedly grabbing the other test that sat on the counter and using it.

Now you had 7 tests in front of you, all with two pink lines on the little screen. You were holding the last one, waiting with anticipation to see what it would say. However, you knew what it was going to say, the previous ones had the same response. You had to face the reality that you were pregnant.

You are pregnant.

You were wracking your brain as to how this could be possible. You were in the afterlife, there was no way you could be pregnant. Not that you weren't overjoyed, you were elated. In life, you had trouble conceiving, much to your disappointment. It seemed that your husband at the time was also disappointed, killing you after your nth attempt and nothing to show for it. In your final moment, you couldn't help but feel a bit relieved, thankful that you had never had children with that man, in fear that he would do the same to them. After passing with no biological children of your own, you had grown to accept that you wouldn't ever have any.

When you first entered heaven, you were uneasy with how many children's souls there were. However, with time, you grew to enjoy the company of them. Playing with them while on your way to places or when you had the time, before either you had to leave or they were called out too. It warmed your heart and helped heal that small part of you that mourned never having kids. It helped you strive to be better and to experience the joys of being a mother. It was also how you had met your current husband, Adam.

You have no idea how it happened; one moment one of the children was introducing you to the first man, next thing you know, you were walking down the aisle with him standing at the end. You weren't one to complain, he was so sweet and patient with you. He was the first one you told your past to, from your childhood to your trouble conceiving, to even your terrible first husband. He held you tight as you cried and recounted the last half of your life. In turn, he told you of his life on earth. His life was like being married twice, and raising his kids and ancestors. His favorite pastime was watching humanity, the small acts of kindness from one person to another.

Of course, he had his faults, he was human. He would mock and laugh when people did stupid things. When someone he saw as not worth his time, he was known to wave them off without much thought. He would get angry over the smallest of things, and throw small tantrums when he didn't go away. Ever clingy when there was another male, in fear of losing you much like he did both of Lilith and Eve. You could list all his faults and flaws, yes, however, you could also list his virtues.

All in all, you loved your husband and knew that he loved you in return. It seemed that now, you both would have something to love just as much. You dragged yourself out of your thoughts as you looked down at the test, seeing that it had the results.

You stood in the bathroom that you shared with Adam, holding the final pregnancy test as it showed the same results; the same two pink lines that repeated over each test. Overwhelmed at the prospect of having a child now, you fell to your knees as tears began to build up in your eyes. You were going to have a baby.

A baby.

The thought became overwhelming and you sank into a full-on sob. There you were on your shared bathroom floor, crying like a baby as your wings were wrapped around you, doing your best to soothe yourself. Clutching the pregnancy test to your chest, you hunched over so that your stomach was touching your knees. You were so happy, so sad, so confused at the whole thing that once you finished crying, you just sat there for a while, staring at the wall. You were so out of it that you didn’t hear the knocking at the door or someone walking in.

“Hey sorry to barge in but Adam is looking for yo-oh.” A voice snapped you out. You turn to the voice and see Lute, still fresh in her exterminator outfit. Once she gets a good look at your face, she tenses for a moment, before dropping her weapon and rushing to your side. “Hey- is..is everything alright? What happened?”

Unable to say anything, you pull the test away from your chest, showing Lute. She took a moment, looking at you weirdly before taking it. After a while, her eyes widened as she turned to you.

“How?” She questioned, to which you could only sob-laugh in response. She didn’t say anything, just looking at the test that was still in her hands. You both sat there on the floor for a while, before another voice rang out in the house.

“Hey, sugar tits. I’m home.” Shuffling came from the front of the house as you and Lute shot up, looking at one another. Both of you scramble to your feet and leave the bathroom, grabbing all the numerous tests and taking the one from Lute. “Damn. Where the fuck is she? She normally runs to greet me.”

Lute picks up her weapon and leaves the bathroom first. She hesitates for a moment, looking back at you with a twinge of concern, to which you nod, assuring her to go ahead.

“Go ahead. I just…need to gather my bearings first.” She nods and leaves. As she leaves, you hear Adam begin to question her. Now alone in the bathroom once more for a few moments, you do your best to make it look like you weren’t sobbing your eyes out and figure out how to tell him.

You can’t help but think of his reaction. Would he be happy? Upset? You couldn’t fathom the idea of him getting upset, recounting his stories of when he took care of his firstborn. The fondness that was not only in his tone but also in his face showed that he did enjoy being a father. However, it had been over a millennia since he took care of a baby. Would he even want kids? You shake the thought and take in a deep, albeit shaky, breath. Leaving the bathroom and going to the front of your home, there you saw Adam. He stood by the front door, his mask removed and looking entirely bored of the conversation he was currently having with Lute. His eyes lazily move across the room before they land on you, he seemingly brightens before ignoring Lute and running to you. He grabs you by your side, spinning you before pulling you into a kiss.

Startled by his reaction at first, it took you a moment before you returned the kiss. Placing one arm is thrown over his shoulder while the other flies to his hair, gripping it. You make sure to keep the test firm in your grasp and not drop any. Feeling him smirk into the kiss, he begins to nip at your lip, attempting to deepen the kiss. You hear Lute clear her throat, stopping both you and Adam from furthering the kiss. Adam smacks his teeth in annoyance, looking at Lute.

“What? Can’t you see I am greeting my beautiful wife?” He says, squeezing you a little closer to him. Lute rolls her eyes before looking at you at the hand that had 7 tests back to you. You don’t say anything but instead smile softly at her, assuring her she can leave. She nods to you, taking her leave. With Lute gone, Adam smirks, before looking at you and snuggling his face into your neck. Giggling at the feeling of his stubble tickling your cheek, you pull him away by his hair. He grunts softly, the tug not too painful for him. You spend a moment looking at him, smiling at the look of your husband as you swear he has hearts in his eyes. You opened your mouth with the intent to greet him, however it seemed that your voice didn’t agree with what you wanted.

“I’m pregnant.”

Once again, it takes a moment before Adam responded.

“What?”

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He passes out lol

He was not expecting that information after coming back from an extermination

Once he wakes up, you hand him the various tests, all showing that you are indeed pregnant

Very confused as to how you are pregnant like you both are dead? nothing should be working as it would

You both go to the seraphim and ask if they know what is going on

They don't lol

If anything, they are the MOST confused as to how this is happening

After the initial confusion, Adam is overjoyed to be a father again!

Literally tells everyone he talks to in any manner

"HEY FUCKFACE I GOT MY WIFE PREGNANT!" "Adam. That's the mailman." "HE NEEDS TO KNOW-" "Sweetie, no-"

In other words, word spreads fast.

Before you know it, all of heaven is literally congratulating you when you step out of your house

A lot of glaring at Adam, who just smiles and acts all innocent

Now that he knows, say bye-bye to independence.

Of course, he will give you space when you need it, but if you don't say anything he is most definitely hovering over you.

In your first trimester, he isn't as clingy, actually the most laid back throughout the entirety of your pregnancy.

Second and Third are his worst phases, never leaving your side at ALL- literally walked into the women's restroom after you (you promptly kicked him out, stating you just needed to piss)

When you start to show, he coos at your stomach, touches it, and sings rock songs to it.

Also will get you clothing that pronounces your pregnant belly

sure he would get you loose, more comfortable clothing too, but literally is so obsessed with your belly

Compliments you all the time, rubs you from head to toe when you ask

Coaxes and reassures you that he loves you, even as your body changes

Speaking of body changing: boobs

He will grow more obsessed with your boobs as they grow bigger from the milk

Will ask you numerous times throughout and post-pregnancy if he can drink from them

Kinda won’t stop until you cave, he just wants to try it so bad. The last time he dealt with a pregnant woman, was Eve and at that time he didn’t even know it was an OPTION. so seriously heaven-bent on trying it

His other kids, the ones he had with Eve, are elated to have a new half-sibling.

Because of this, when you throw a parent shower (You and Adam elected to be surprised for the gender), you gain a ton of stuff. Somehow got 3 strollers, a huge chunk of clothing for about the first 1.5 years of the baby's life, and a lot of toys.

The seraphims even went and gave you a personal gift for you and you alone.

Even with all the preparation, when your water broke, Adam was NOT prepared in the slightest.

Panicked and forgot all the important stuff while you were hunched over, holding your tummy as you waited to be fully dilated.

You had a private room to yourself to give birth, Adam by your side the whole time, a worried look on his face. He remembered when Eve gave birth, the pain and fear on her face mirrored that of yours.

However, in the end, everything was alright.

After squeezing the life out of Adam’s hand, most likely cutting off all circulation in it, you gave birth to a little girl.

Adam was beyond elated, loving his little girl so much even though she was covered in vernix, blood, and mucus.

Having mainly sons, anytime his daughters just existed in front of him, he couldn’t help but be elated at their existence.

Couldn’t wait to hold his daughter and feel her tiny hand wrapped around his finger

Not that he wasn’t checking up on you the whole time, he was.

When the doctor and nurses who helped deliver his daughter whisked her away to clean her, his attention was solely on you

Murmuring against your skin, telling you how great you did, how lovely of a job you did, and overall praising you and making sure you were okay.

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“She’s okay?” You say, panting and entirely exhausted. He nodded and kissed your forehead.

“She is perfectly fine. What about you mamas? How are you?” He asked, wiping the hair that clung to your sweaty forehead. You could only nod as you tried to catch your breath. He smiles, relieved that you are okay.

You both stay there for a while while waiting for the doctor to come back. While waiting, you can’t help but think of how surreal this all was. You were finally having your baby, after your whole living life of wanting one, praying, and getting nothing in return. But now? You were watching the door for the doctor or nurse to walk in at any moment with your little girl, as your husband held your hand and stroked your hair.

Eventually, a nurse entered the room, with a small bundle of pink and purple. Adam stayed by your side as the nurse made his way to your side, handing your baby to you.

“She is perfectly healthy. Just wanting mom at the moment.” He says before leaving you, your daughter, and Adam. Holding her in your arms was a type of bliss you couldn’t help but tear up over. Here she was, your joy, the love of your life, your world, planet, and stars. Tears slip out as you kiss her forehead, the feeling of her wispy hair tickling your lips.

“She looks like you.” Adam softly says after a moment. You look at him and see he has the look of utter softness and love on his face. You smile in return, tears still running down your cheek.

“What? She just came out? I don’t think she looks like anyone just yet.” You say as Adam presses his hand against your cheek, wiping away some of your tears with his thumb.

“I know. But if she is anything like you, I just know she is going to light up the whole afterlife.”

You sob a little more, putting your hand over his and close your eyes.

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I think I am the one that got lucky,” Adam says, causing you to open your eyes. He leans in to peck you on the lips, you lean in turn. After the kiss, you rest your foreheads against one another, relishing in the bliss of the moment. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

RAHH AND THATS IT!!! I HOPE U ENJOYED IT ANON AND ANYONE WHO READ THIS FAR-

i went into this not an adam lover, and i came out one as his no. 1 fan. i love writing characters i wouldn't normally. lets me think about them more than i normally do LOLL I wanted it end it off on the sweet note, so if there is more that was wanted i apologize but regardless, i loved loved lovedd writing this super soft and fluffy

i just checked my word count how is this almost 3k words what the hell

#hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #adam x pregnant reader #☾adoniswrites #anon ask #anon request

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glittervame · 5 months ago

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Lets go make a slpash

Pool party/ water balloon

This post is going to be part of the Jinxed July by @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx check it out if you want to know more!

Sorry its short, I didn't really have a plan for this because I found out about the challenge out late. I don't think I have a tag list for Mattheo but tell me if you want one.

Mattheo Riddle x FEM! Reader 18+ Basically just smut, Unprotected P in V (Wrap it before you tap it), degradation, hinted overstimulation

Mattheo's eyes widened as Y/n emerged from the bathroom in their shared room in Malfoy manor. He'd seen her in swimsuits before, of course, but there was something about this particular one that seemed to highlight every curve and angle of her body in the most flattering way possible. It was a two-piece number with a plunging neckline and high-cut bottoms that had been a gift from her friend Pansy, and it was clear that Pansy had excellent taste.

Y/n noticed his stare and smirked, twirling around to show off the full effect of the ensemble. "Like what you see?" she asked, her voice teasing.

Mattheo coughed, trying to clear his throat and regain his composure. "I-I mean, yeah, you look... you look good."

"Just good?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to look away, focusing on the book he'd been reading. "You look great, Y/n. Really."

Y/n grinned and winked at him before sauntering over to the mirror to check her hair and makeup. She knew she had him flustered, and she enjoyed it a little too much. It had been a while since she'd seen him like this, and it was a nice change of pace from their usual bickering and banter.

They had just been so buys hanging out with their friends that they hadn't got time to be by themselves in a while. It was summer break, and they were all staying at the Malfoy manor for a month-long vacation. It was the perfect time to strengthen their friendship and maybe explore something more, or so Y/n hoped.

Y/n had had a crush on Mattheo for what felt like forever, but she was never sure if he felt the same way. They had always been close, almost like siblings, but lately she had been noticing that their friendship had been taking a different turn.

There was a spark between them, something that made her heart race every time their eyes met or their fingers brushed against each other's. But she knew that Malfoy manor was not the place to be making any big romantic moves. There were too many people around, too many eyes watching. Plus, she didn't want to ruin their friendship if he didn't feel the same way.

"Alright, I'm ready," she announced, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her waist. "Let's go make a splash."

Mattheo nodded, still trying to get his thoughts in order. He had noticed the change in their dynamic too, but he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination or if there was something more there. He didn't want to jump to conclusions and risk losing her friendship.

They headed outside to the pool area, where their friends were already gathered. Pansy, Blaise, and Draco lounged by the pool, sipping on butterbeers and chuckling at some inside joke. Ginny and Hermione were splashing around in the water, while Ron and Harry were engaged in a heated debate about Quidditch strategies.

The group greeted them with cheerful hellos, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she approached the pool. She had never felt this self-conscious before, but she was determined to enjoy herself. She took a deep breath and dove into the water, the cool liquid enveloping her and washing away her nerves.

The day passed by in a blur of laughter, games, and good-natured rivalry. The sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the manor grounds. The group decided to end the day with a game of hide and seek adding their own twist to the game, the loser got pelted by water balloons by the rest of them. As they counted down, Y/n took the opportunity to sneak away to a secluded spot she had discovered earlier in the week.

It was a small grove of trees, hidden from view of the pool area, and she hoped it would be the perfect place to catch her breath and gather her thoughts. She had just found a comfortable spot when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she realized it was Mattheo. He looked around, spotting her tucked away in the shadows. "Found you," he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"find your own hiding spot," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

He stepped closer, his eyes dark and unreadable. "I think I like this one just fine."

The air between them grew thick with tension, and Y/n's heart raced as she took in his wet hair and the droplets of water that clung to his skin. "What do you want, Mattheo?"

He took another step closer, so that they were only a breath apart. "I want to know if this is just me," he whispered, his hand reaching out to lightly brush her cheek. "Or if there's something here."

Y/n's eyes searched his, looking for any sign that he was joking or teasing. But all she saw was earnestness and vulnerability.

"There's something here," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've felt it for a while."

Mattheo's hand moved to cradle her face, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in the softest of kisses. It was a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, filled with promise and potential.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/n felt like she was floating. "Is this...are we..." she stumbled over her words.

Mattheo grinned, his eyes shining with excitement. "Let's not overthink it, Y/n. Let's just enjoy this summer, and see where it takes us."

Well where the summer took them was you getting pounded into.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer still. You feel the heat between your legs, the ache that only he can soothe. You moan into the kiss, arching your back as you press yourself against him, needing him to touch you.

His hands slide down your back, gripping your hips before moving up to cup your bottom, squeezing gently. You feel his fingers dig into your skin, leaving a trail of desire down your spine. You whimper into his mouth, wanting more. You need more.

He picks you up, carrying you over to the bed. You watch as he kicks the door shut before lowering you down onto the mattress. His lips trail a line down your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. You tilt your head back, arching into the sensation. You can feel his erection pressing against your core, begging to be let in.

He slides his hand between your legs, parting your folds. His fingers are rough against your skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You gasp as he circles your clit, teasing it expertly. You buck your hips against his hand, needing more. You need him inside you.

"Please, Mattheo," you whisper, your voice hoarse with desire. "I need you."

He groans, his fingers leaving your aching folds to unbuckle his belt. You watch in anticipation as he pulls his pants down, revealing his hardness. He straddles you, positioning himself at your entrance. With a deep breath, he pushes inside you, filling you completely. You cry out at the feeling of being so completely claimed, your body clenching around him in welcome.

He begins to move, his hips rocking against yours. The friction between you is exquisite, sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body. You arch your back, meeting his rhythm as he thrusts deeper and deeper. You can feel him getting closer, can feel the tension building inside him.

"I'm close, cara mia," he breathes, his voice rough with need. "Come for me."

You moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation of being so close, of feeling him inside you as he reaches his climax, is almost too much to bear. You feel the wave of pleasure building within you, threatening to overwhelm you.

"Mattheo," you whimper, your body tensing as the sensation crashes over you. You cry out his name, your body pulsing around him in a release of pure ecstasy. You feel him follow you over the edge, his hips stuttering as he comes deep inside you.

He collapses on top of you, their sweat-slick bodies sticking together. You breathe in the scent of him, the heady mix of sweat and arousal. Mattheo kisses your neck before brushing off the tears on your cheek, "You can go again yeah?"

You nod, a sly smile playing on your lips. "As many times as you want."

"Good" He thrusts back in harshly, his hand finding its way to your neck. He squeezes gently, a hint of dominance in his eyes as he sets a punishing pace. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

You moan, your body responding to his touch, his claim on you. This is what you've been waiting for, what you've been dreaming of. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on, eager for more of him.

Your hands claw at his back as he pounds into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep within you. You feel yourself building towards another climax, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

But he never lets her cum after that first one, he keeps her on the edge, her eyes glazed with lust and desperation. His grip on her neck tightens, and his teeth graze her earlobe. "You're mine," he whispers, his voice a dark growl. "Say it."

"Yours," you gasp, your voice barely audible. "I'm yours."

He smiles a cruel twist of his lips, and slams into you one final time before pulling out, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. You look up at him, confusion and need written all over your face.

"Not yet," he says, his eyes gleaming. "We're just getting started."

And so as the night goes on, he continues to tease you until you become a sobbing mess of pleasure, begging for release that he never fully gives.

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heartysworld · 5 months ago

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The Red Race Suit || Sebastian Vettel x Reader

Request: Let's say Mick actually managed to stay in F1 and is actually winning GPs (in a perfect universe) and this time he got P1 and Seb is P2 and during the press conference after the race a reporter asks Seb how he feels about someone else "stealing" P1 from him and instead of talking about that Seb says how he's proud of Mick for achieving such success and stuff like that! I'll leave the rest to you!

A/N: To whoever requested this, I hope your pillow is cold on both sides as that's the cutest thing I've ever written! The feelings were all over the place! I hope you enjoy this one and if you guys have any more requests feel free to send them in💝

You watched from the Ferrari garage as the post race conference was about to begin, your husband being there as well as he got P2 at his home race. On your lap sat your 3 year old son who excitedly bounced his arms as his big blue eyes registered his father's Ferrari red race suit.

"Dada!"

"Yes, my little love that's daddy there on the big screen." You said as you kissed his chubby rosy cheeks while the little boy in your arms let out an excited squeal.

"Following a spectacular FIA Formula 1 German Grand Prix we are joined by Max Verstappen in third place , Sebastian Vettel in second and our winner Mick Schumacher. Good job Mick, another spectacular race added to the long list of wins. How does it feel to get P1 once again, following your father's footsteps?" One of the many interviewers behind the camera asked.

"Yes, thank you. Of course it's very rewarding to see all of you hard work pay off. This was a hard race, the weather conditions were quite concerning at some point. To be able to go through with the whole race and get P1 is always an amazing feeling. I can only hope my family is proud and watching, I know my sister is somewhere here today." Mick said, a small smile gracing his lips as he thought about his big sister witnessing yet another of his wins.

"And Sebastian, what's the feeling of losing grasp of P1 during the last two laps? Surely that's something to talk about. Nobody expected such turn of events during the last few minutes of your home race!" The next question was addressed to Seb. Your husband smiled before answering.

" If it was any other situation I wouldn't be the happiest man out there. However, I couldn't be more proud of Mick here, seeing him achieve something he's worked so hard for. He's the godfather of my son, he's family at this point, probably the only one whom I don't mind being P1 instead of me." Sebastian asked, his answer making everyone in the room laugh.

There is not a person out there who's not aware of the bond between the two. Seb was to Mick was his father was for the once young an energetic Toro Rosso rookie in 2007.

When you found out you were pregnant with your first child three years ago, one of the first things your husband asked of you was to allow him to make Mick the godfather of your baby. Even though the Schumacher boy was just seventeen years old back then you didn't need to be asked twice if you agreed with your husband. You loved both Seb and Mick,and seeing them happy could only make your life better.

Your husband wasted no time finding you after all the interviews were over. By that time you and your son had moved to his motorhome as the little one had started to get cranky, demanding his naptime. The moment Seb saw his son's squished cheeks against the soft pillows a bright smile graced his face.

"Hey there, champion" you stood up from your spot on the bed beside your son, wasting no time in finding the comfort of your husband's embrace, nuzzling your face in his chest. "you need a shower, schatz, as soon as possible." You murmured against his chest. Your words were followed by a low laugh from your husband, careful not to wake up the sleeping toddler.

"Let me enjoy this moment a few more seconds, liebling. I don't get to have my wife and son at a race every other week." Sebastian said before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Hmm, that is correct. Our little man was so excited to see his papa in the red racing suit. The moment he recognized you he got so excited. I wouldn't change this for world of me." You said as your mind went back to an hour ago.

"Neither could I, liebling. Having you here makes me even more agitated to win." You husband answered, one of his hands coming up to your face and making you look up at him before kissing your lips softly.

" The second place today says otherwise." You laugh as you watch his eyes crinkle as he laughs at your sarcasm while his hands come to press you even tighter to his body.

" Don't be mean, my love. As long as it's Mick or our son in 1st place one day I don't mind." Seb said smiling at the thought of his son following his footsteps one day.

"You're going to make go through the same stress levels with our son as the ones I'm dealing with right now as I watch you race? How thoughtful of you, Seb." You exclaimed whole your husband laughed at you.

"Don't worry, liebling. I'm going to give you more children who will take your mind off such things." You husband leaned closed, mumbling against your lips as he smiled before giving you a deeper kiss.

"Hmm, I'll have to think about this. Win me another world champion title and we might get to work on your request."

"You know better than to test what I'm capable of, darling. When I want something I achieve it. And when I do, I don't apologize for winning. So he careful what you wish for."

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mytheoristavenue · 1 month ago

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okay okay, but pro-hero shoji who's also the best dad in the world. i can just imagine him carrying his kid(s) around and he can have as many as possible CUS OF HIS QUIRK. AHHHH octodad core

Gosh, this is too cute, I couldn't resist answering it right away! Hopefully, this is of okay quality!

Imagine Shoji taking the kids out to the store to buy groceries while you sit at home, enjoying some peace and quiet.

One can imagine what a sight it is, turning onto the cereal aisle of their local grocery store, only to come face to face with an easily recognizable pro hero his in street clothes. He's rocking the classic cargo shorts, white tanktop and outdated tennis shoes, his face obscured by a camo mask.

"Hey, cool it, Shoyo," He warns a rambunctious silver-haired boy to stop chasing a similar-looking girl, who seems to be entirely fed up with the game. "Be nice to your sister." Shoji sighs, adjusting a bundle in his arms. "Guys, can you pick some cereal please?"

The pair of kids, as well as two other girls who peek out from behind his legs, survey the selection, each picking their favorite and tossing them into the basket. Their father grimaces at their picks. "These are just sugar and grain..." He sighs, grabs a box of Cheerios, and hoists the baby in his arms to his face. Pulling his mask down, he kisses her forehead. "Well, you and me'll eat the healthier stuff, won't we? Before you get a taste for sweets."

The unit makes its way through the store and the basket piles high with wants and needs alike. "Dad," Shoyo, the eldest and only boy begs as they pass a giftcard kiosk. "Can we get Vbucks?"

"Absolutely not," Shoji replies, wiping his face exhaustedly. "You're already on that game more than you should be, besides, your mother would kill me."

The boy groans and the second eldest, Rui sticks her tongue out at him, as payback for chasing her earlier. "Told you he'd say no." Before he can intervene, sensing a conflict on the horizon, Shoji feels a tug on his shorts. Glancing behind him, he finds his twin daughters, Umi and Mio, shy as ever behind him. The former rubs her eyes with a yawn.

The pro hero softens, reduced to jelly at the sight. "Awe, are we tired already?" He soothes, pulling her against his leg, his hand cradling the back of her small head. Mio nods with a sleepy frown. Sighing, Shoji glances back at the shopping list, then at his energetic older kids, and finally back to his drowsy youngest three. "Alright, c'mere," He relents, shifting the back to another arm before carefully lifting the twins up, securing them in his embrace.

Shoyo and Rui, noticing their sisters' special treatment rush over, claiming they've been overcome by a sudden bout of exhaustion, and that they need to be carried as well. "Are you serious?" Their father scoffs, cocking a brow at them. "You're nine and ten, I don't need to carry you."

"But dad, we're so tired!" The boy complains, doubling over dramatically.

"Yeah, daddy, my feet hurt!" The girl adds, grasping her knees. Never able to tell any of his kids 'no', he relents, scooping them up into a calm shell of flesh on his back. After all his babies are secure, he decides to change course, heading for the produce section for a gift for his biggest baby: you.

"C'mon, let's go pick out your mama some flowers."

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attic-club-sandwich · 25 days ago

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Heya, 🌹 anon again :)

I'm just popping in to ask for some more comfort stuff if possible. Life's been hectic lately and I kind of fell back into a depressive state. It's one that'll pass, but sucks in the meantime.

Anyway, I was wondering if I could request a lil something something about the obey me cast finding an mc who was crying late at night? (Like 3am late). Maybe they wandered into a different room to look out at the stars/nature or went to the room/house of being in question for a hug? Idk, up to you

Thank you!

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Hello my dear 🌹 anon, it's so nice to hear from you again! I am so sorry you've been feeling down lately. I really hope that this helps and i'm sending you good vibes and lots of hugs! Thank you for being patient as I worked on this too. I hope that you enjoy! Please feel free to send in a request anytime.

I am sticking with the main brothers for now, but if you (or anyone else) has any requests for the other characters i'd be glad to write for them as well ��

Meetings in the Moonlight

Content Warnings: Just mild themes of anxiety and a mention of body image.

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Lucifer:

You lay in bed one night after a particularly rough day at RAD.

Your dreams are full of failing grades painted in angry red, dancing across the yellowing pages of your most recent exam.

Tossing in turning eventually turns into frustrated signs.

Grabbing your blanket, you quietly tip toe down the hallway and find yourself in the music room of the House of Lamentation.

You flip through the many records Lucifer has collected over his time in the Devildom

Being very careful to avoid the cursed ones of course.

You settle on a classic, one of Lucifer's favorite non-cursed records friendly enough for human ears.

He always plays it for you when you are feeling down.

As you curl up on the chaise lounge, you find your eyes welling up with tears, and you try to blink them away.

Suddenly, you hear a voice.

"MC?"

You jump slightly. "L-Lucifer? What are you doing here?"

His brow furrows as he notices the tears that roll down your cheeks.

"I heard music playing, and I thought it might be you in here."

He glances at the record, smiling slightly.

"I must say, you have excellent taste. However, it's 3:00 a.m. Care to tell me why you are in here all alone?"

He pauses, waiting for your answer as he reaches out to wipe away a tear.

"...And in tears, no less?"

You glance down, swiftly wiping away the tears as if he hasn't already noticed.

"Its nothing, Luci. I just couldn't sleep."

Lucifer sighs, sitting down beside you and pulling you close to him.

His warmth is comforting, and you nuzzle your face into his chest.

His grip on you tightens, and you find yourself being gently laid down so your head positions itself comfortably in his lap.

"Then sleep, my darling. You can tell me all about it in the morning."

You sigh as your eyelids grow heavy. The feeling of Lucifer's gentle hands running through your hair allowing you to finally relax into a deep sleep.

Mammon

You find yourself awake in the middle of the night. Again.

It always seems to be something.

This time it's the dull throb of your head that has you awake.

You've been very stressed out lately balancing the chaos of the demon brothers as well as RAD.

You groan, rubbing your temples. You need some air.

You crawl out of bed, grabbing one of his hoodies and pulling it on.

It smells like him.

It brings comfort to you. But it's nothing like the real thing.

You crack open your door, squinting your eyes in the dim light of the hallway.

Making your way up the stairs, you begin to wonder if he'd be awake at this hour.

Finally, you find yourself standing outside his door. You can hear the faint sound of music playing.

He must be awake.

You knock, hoping he'll hear it over the music.

To your surprise, the door opens rather quickly.

"Oi, MC? Whaddya doin' up this late?"

At the sight of your silver haired demon, you begin to tear up, and you begin to tremble as the tears roll down your cheeks.

"M-Mams... i'm sorry to bother you... i just.."

Mammon's eyes widen, surprised by your sudden outburst.

"H-Hey now, don't go cryin' on me! Come here."

You feel yourself being pulled into the room and into the warm embrace of the Avatar of Greed.

You inhale a shuddering breath.

"S-Sorry... I just..needed this." you murmur, burying your face into his chest.

Mammon hums, rubbing circles on your back.

"s'okay. You can always come to your favorite demon any time ya need to."

You can't help but giggle through the tears.

"Let's go get ya comfy in bed. I'm gettin' kinda sleepy too now that you're here."

Leviathan

Your eyes are puffy as you wipe away what seems like an infinite amount of tears.

You've been up most of the night crying in your room.

The anxiety that plagues your mind on the daily has finally gotten the best of you.

Worries of if you're good enough, if you truly belong here in the Devildom.

Every little mistake you made that day coming back to haunt you.

It eats away at you, causing your stomach to hurt and a dull ache in your chest

You were just about to lay back down and try to sleep when you hear a soft knock on your door.

"MC? Are you awake? Do you want to come to my room and watch a movie with me? I can't sleep."

It's Levi's voice.

The anxiety in your stomach transforms into butterflies.

"Y-Yeah sure, be out in a second!" you call, your voice trembling.

Before you can make a move, you hear the click of your door opening.

"MC, are you okay? You sound..."

Levi peeks his head in, spotting you sitting in bed with puffy eyes and a runny nose.

"H-Hey, what's wrong?!"

He's at your side in a second, unsure if it's okay to touch you.

"I-I'm fine Levi..." you sniff, wiping away more tears.

Levi's amber eyes glow in the low light of your room.

"B-But you're crying?? It doesn't seem fine..."

You shake your head, reaching out to gently grasp his hand.

"It's better now that you're here."

Levi blushes, "N-No way, all I did was creepily show up here at your door in the middle of the night!"

Suddely you feel yourself being pulled off the bed.

Levi is gripping your hand now, pulling you out the door and down the hallway.

You find yourself in his bathtub, nestled between his legs with your back resting against his torso.

"Now let's watch a movie until we're too tired, okay?"

Satan

It's 1:00 am and you somehow managed to end up in the House of Lamentation library again.

You've been having trouble sleeping again.

Your classes at RAD are difficult this semester, and you haven't found the best study method yet.

You sit at the desk, flipping through the pages of your text book,.

Frustration begins to build in your chest.

You have absolutely no idea how you are going to retain any of this.

The all too familiar lump forms in your throat.

The tell tale sign that you're about to cry.

You slam the book shut and rub your eyes with your palms.

They come back wet with tears.

You can't stop the tears from coming now that they've started.

As you cry, you think you hear the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway.

But maybe it was just your imagination.

You rest your head in your arms, your shoulders trembling.

You jump slightly as you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"MC. Shh, now. It's just me."

You lift your head to see the Avatar of Wrath standing over you, his emerald eyes filled with concern.

"S-Satan... I-I'm sorry..."

He pulls a chair over next to you, shaking his head.

"What ever do you have to be sorry about?"

You glance down at your lap, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

"B-Because I promised I would do better on my next exam. But i can't understand any of this..."

Satan rests his chin in his hand, reaching out with the other to wipe your tears away.

"You're doing way better than you give yourself credit for. And 1:00 in the morning isn't the best time to be trying to study."

You sniff, glancing up at him. He's right.

He stands up, the sound of the wooden chair sliding across the floor disturbing the silence of the library.

"Come now, it's past your bedtime. Tomorrow I'll show you my secret to acing all of these damned exams."

You give him a small smile as you wipe away the remaining tears.

He grabs your hand, squeezing it as he leads you out of the room.

"Are you in the mood for a bedtime story? I've got the perfect one picked out."

Asmodeus

You rub your eyes, hoping to rid yourself of the overwhelming fatigue

Sleep refuses to come, and it's getting frustrating.

You were supposed to go out with Asmo to a club tonight, but you told him you weren't feeling well.

Which wasn't entirely a lie.

He had insisted to stay and take care of you, but you had also insisted that he go and have fun.

If you were being honest, you weren't in the mood to be perceived by anyone tonight.

You hated how you looked in any outfit you put on.

And you couldn't seem to fix that one hair that refuses to stay in place

Instead, you were now curled up in Asmo's bed, tears threatening to spill over.

As you inhale his scent on the blankets, you hit the wall.

Tears begin to leak down your cheeks, staining his satin pillow.

Your shoulders tremble, and your eyes squeeze shut.

You aren't sure how long you've been laying like this, but you hear footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

Oh no, did one of the brothers hear me?

You quickly sit up, trying to wipe away all evidence of you crying.

To your suprise, The Avatar of Lust himself is back early.

"A-Asmo!" you squeak, pulling the blankets up to your chin.

"MC, darling, are you okay?" he is by your side now, pulling you into him.

You sniff, shaking your head.

He frowns, stroking your hair. "I knew I made the right choice by coming home early."

You blink at him. "What do you mean?"

He gives you a small smile and winks. "I just had a feeling. I couldn't stand the idea of you here all by yourself feeling sick."

You begin to cry again, wrapping your arms around him. "T-Thank you..."

He hums, rubbing your back as you cry.

"There, there my sweet little MC. I'm here. Shall we go get a bath? I have the perfect scent of bubble bath that will relax you and put us both right to sleep."

You calm down a little at the suggestion, and he helps you up out of bed. He grabs a silky robe from his closet on the way.

Before heading into the bathroom, he pulls you in, planting a soft kiss to your lips.

"Ready, darling? I'll be sure you're feeling better by the end of our time together this evening ♡"

Beelzebub

At some point, you had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room of the House of Lamentation.

As you blink awake, you notice the fire has gone out in the fireplace.

You shiver, the heat now gone and the room darker than you'd like it to be.

You start to remember how you ended up here.

The brothers had called you down for dinner, but you weren't hungry.

The day you had at RAD kept your mind reeling with anxiety.

After everyone had went to bed, you wandered downstairs, needing a change of scenery since sleep didn't seem to be happening.

You had curled up on the couch... and that's the last thing you remember.

Now you sit, alone in the dark. Your eyes sting with tears.

You really didn't want to be alone right now.

Bringing your knees to your chest, you begin to weep.

I should just get up and go back to bed, you think.

But you can't bring yourself to move.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps.

You lift your head, trying to glance around in the darkness.

"MC? Are you in here?"

A voice.

"B-Beel?" you squeak.

He comes around the side of the couch, spotting you sitting all alone.

"Hey. Are you ok?"

You shiver again, nodding.

He frowns, walking over to the fireplace and muttering an incantation under his breath.

His hand holds out over the fireplace, and suddenly it sparks to life again, lighting up the room.

"There, that's better." he sits down beside you. "What's wrong MC? Are you hungry? You missed dinner..."

His own stomach growls, causing a laugh to bubble up in your chest.

"N-No... well maybe a little. But i'm glad you're here."

He smiles, reaching out to grab your hand.

"Are you up for a snack? I can go get something and bring it to you."

You give him small smile. "Y-Yeah. That sounds good."

When he comes back, he has snacks in hand, and hands you a warm cup of tea.

He curls up next to you on the couch, and you lean into him.

"Thank you, Beel."

He smiles, leaning in to give you a small peck to the forehead.

"You're welcome. I can't have you going hungry and sitting all alone in the dark."

After your snacks, your eyelids are feeling heavy again.

It's almost as if Beel can read your mind.

"Come on MC, let's go to my room and get some sleep. Maybe Belphie will join us too."

He gently scoops you into his arms and you close your eyes, allowing the gentle swaying lull you to sleep.

Belphegor

You wake from a particularly awful nightmare.

Sweat coats your skin, leaving you feeling damp while the fear still lingers in your chest.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes.

You need some air.

Trying to be quiet, you sneak out the door and find yourself in the courtyard.

The cool air hits your hot skin, and you breath out a sigh of relief.

You've always found it peaceful out here, especially at night.

Usually you find solace in the stars, they bring you comfort.

However, images of the nightmare still haunt you.

You sit, wrapping the blanket you had brought with you around your shoulders.

You stare off into the night, memories of your nightmare taking over your vision.

You begin to cry, fighting to will yourself to think of something else.

Fresh, hot tears roll down your cheeks, not doing anything to help your already burning skin.

You don't notice that somebody else has also joined you outside.

"MC, are you okay?"

Startled by the sudden voice, you turn around to see Belphegor.

He must have sensed you had a nightmare again.

"B-Belphie, you s-scared me." you stutter, trying to wipe away your tears.

"You had a nightmare again." he states, sitting down next to you in the grass.

You nod, turning your gaze from him.

"I was trying to find you, but you were already gone from your room. ButI 'm here now, it's okay." He soothes, bringing you into a tight hug.

You let out another sob as you wrap your arms around him.

He rubs circles on your back, allowing you to cry into his shoulder.

"Did you see the stars tonight? They are extra bright. I think they knew that you needed comfort."

You glance up at the sky, noticing that they do appear to be brighter than usual.

You smile, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"You and the stars are always here for me."

He chuckles, bringing your hand up to place a delicate kiss on the back.

"Of course. And my love for you is infinite, just like the stars."

After awhile, you begin to yawn.

Which causes Belphie to yawn too.

"I think that's our sign to go back to bed." you giggle.

Belphie smiles, helping you up off of the ground.

"Let's go cuddle and fall asleep together. It's way past my bedtime."

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magnifythesun · 7 months ago

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ianthony prompt: Anthony competing for attention for an oblivious Ian vs a protective cast over their papa ian hehe

heehee this one is cute, thanks for the prompt!!

(post writing note: trying to tread these character dynamics yet keep it feeling realistic is such a fun challenge! I hope I succeeded! this ended up being way more about the aftermath of a situation like this than examples of it happening lol but i hope you enjoy anyway)

When Anthony returned to Smosh, his first goal was to speedrun as many types of new videos on Smosh Pit and Games as possible. Try Not to Laugh, 2 Truths 1 Lie, Reading Reddit Stories, on and on the list went. His schedule was packed. Yet even during the chaos, Anthony started to notice a pattern.

When it was just him and the cast without Ian during a shoot, everything felt surprisingly comfortable. The big ensemble cast ones too, like the slapping video, great vibes all around (bit of a painful cheek though). They were all meshing so well, so quickly, and Anthony was eternally grateful that they were welcoming him with open arms. There was just one thing.

When a video was just him, Ian, and a couple other cast members, he was getting the strangest feeling. Not that they didn't want him there, he was pretty sure. That was the feeling he'd been afraid he'd get when he first came back. Rather, he got the feeling that they were constantly trying to pull attention away from him. Well, not the attention of the viewers. Just Ian's attention.

Anthony knew that he and Ian could get a little wrapped up in themselves sometimes. He couldn't really help it; with their long history together, they had a lot of inside jokes and an acute sense of what joke would break the other immediately. So they would share a glance and suddenly be laughing, giggling over some stupid joke like a couple of teenagers again, and it would be as if there were no other people in the room.

And each time, promptly, one of the other people there would interrupt, saying Ian's name, asking him a sudden question or pointing out something else so that Ian would look over there. Sometimes they'd even physically move Ian away, subtly of course. At first Anthony hardly noticed, but then it kept happening. And then he realized that often, it was accompanied by an almost pointed look at him by whoever was doing it.

Sometimes, they would get tag-teamed. For example, during a video of a light-hearted Mario Party competition, he and Ian were starting to 'yes, and' each other into oblivion, grinning and carrying on over some joke from a ten-year-old video, when suddenly Angela was pulling Ian's arm and getting him to react to something on the screen while Chanse tapped on Anthony's shoulder to show him a trick on the controller. Before Anthony knew it, somehow Angela had swapped spots with Ian on the couch. A little off-kilter, Anthony just bantered with Chanse for the rest of the video instead. To be fair, Chanse had a very similar sense of humor to Ian, so it actually went very well. Still, Anthony just couldn't tell why stuff like this kept happening.

He felt a little confused, and from that was a vague sense of hurt. Had he done something wrong? Ian never seemed to notice, so Anthony tried to push the whole thing to the back of his mind. Surely he was just reading too much into it.

On another video, Anthony, Ian, Arasha, and Courtney were facing off in Everybody 1, 2, Switch. When they went to pick teams, Anthony reached out a hand, ready to pull Ian to his side of the room, when Courtney suddenly popped up beside him, snagging his arm and raising it to the sky in victory.

"Anthony's my partner," They said gleefully, shooting a glance at Arasha, who was herding Ian to her side of the room.

"Heck yeah, dad and son team," Ian said, a little grin on his face as they high-fived. He shot a playful glare at Courtney and Anthony. "You're going down!"

"Dickbiscuit!" Arasha chimed in, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

"Gotta give them their father-son time, Anthony!" Courtney said, rather pointedly, and Anthony got that feeling again. Like there was a plot against him, but he wasn't sure why. It left a sour feeling in his stomach, and he felt bad about it. Anthony definitely didn't mind being on a team with Courtney instead of Ian, but why did it feel like she and Arasha didn't want him to be on a team with Ian?

It was time. He was at a point in his life where he'd rather just talk about something instead of letting the poisonous thoughts rot inside him. Right after they wrapped the video, he walked over to Courtney.

"Hey, could I talk to you over there?" Anthony asked quietly, trying to make sure Ian couldn't hear.

Courtney gave him an inquisitive look. "Yeah sure!" They headed to the little hallway behind the set walls. "What's up?"

Anthony shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. "Well, uh. Well, first of all, I may be totally misreading this."

Even as he spoke, he could tell he probably wasn't. Courtney's eyes had sharpened with understanding, and a slightly guilty yet defiant look was coming over her face.

"I've just been noticing—" He paused, thinking how best to say it. "Well, nothing specific, I don't think, but I can't help but feel like..." He took a quick breath and just got it over with. "Sometimes in these smaller videos with Ian, it feels like you guys don't really want Ian to talk to me?" He glanced at Courtney, stomach sinking as he continued, the worst fear coming to his tongue. "Or maybe you guys don't want me there?"

Courtney didn't look defiant at all anymore, now more gut-punched in a way that made Anthony feel terrible. Could he really have been misreading it all so badly?

"Or, maybe not!" He put his hands out placatingly. "I'm so sorry, I think I was maybe reading too much into things?"

"Oh god, well, no, um," Courtney stammered. "Look, I'm sorry too. You haven't been misreading."

Anthony's stomach dropped. They didn't want him here?

Courtney must have seen his expression and she reached out to grab his arm reassuringly. "Oh my god, not about not wanting you here. We're all really happy you're back, Anthony. This has been amazing."

The emotional whiplash was really starting to get to him. "Oh. Well, that's good!" He smiled weakly.

"We've just been," She paused thoughtfully, "A little protective over Ian, I think. There's an element of, you know, what if you decide this isn't for you after all, and leave again." She looked down, and continued quietly. "I think it'd wreck him, honestly."

Anthony's heart seized and he took in a shaky breath. "I can promise you," He said firmly. "That won't happen. He put a hand on their arm too, squeezing lightly to try and emphasize how serious he was. "This is what I want to be doing, full-stop. And running this whole thing with Ian means more to me than, than anything in the world."

Courtney smiled at him, a shaky, slightly teary thing. "I think, deep-down, despite our fears, we could see that. It's obvious every time you look at him."

Anthony dropped his arm and dipped his head, a little embarrassed. "Well, I can't help but be excited about it, you know?"

Courtney laughed, "I'm sure. There is one other aspect to the whole thing you've been sensing though."

Anthony looked back up apprehensively.

"With you around, he doesn't do the bits he's built up with everyone else as much!" She laughed again, clearly more at herself this time. "It's silly, but we're all a bit jealous!"

"Oh. Oh!" Anthony didn't really know what to say. He raised his hands up guiltily and said, "Whoops."

Courtney covered her mouth to try to laugh more quietly. They were still only separated by the wall of the set from the crew, and presumably, Ian.

Anthony started laughing too, rather relieved about the whole thing. He'd been so worried that there was some really big grievance the whole cast been hiding, an anvil dangling, ready to drop on his head. "It's just like you said, right?" Anthony said as he caught his breath. "Gotta give them their father-son time!"

"Exactly!" Courtney beamed at him.

Anthony smiled, but he felt compelled to continue. "Look, I just want to reiterate. About the leaving thing."

"Yeah?" Courtney said.

"I just," There was a dragging pain in his chest like the words were being pulled out of him. "I love him, you know?"

He'd said it before to Ian, that he loved him, best friend to best friend. But there was something about saying it now, to Courtney, secretly behind this set wall like this. It was haunting almost, like a specter sneaking up behind him to tilt his world permanently on its axis. He wasn't unfamiliar with the feeling. It was often associated with something he needed to work out in therapy.

He shook it off, took a breath. "I never want to hurt him like that again. He means so much to me. I won't let us fall apart like that again."

Courtney tilted her head slightly, narrowed eyes studying his. His breath felt caught in his chest. A moment, then, "Woah." Her expression brightened, suddenly mischievous.

Anthony blinked at her. "What?"

They grinned, "No, no, nothing, haha!" They had that funny wild look in their eyes that usually only came out for the cameras.

"What?" Anthony asked again, a slightly unnerved smile taking over his face.

Courtney shook her head. "No, um, you know? I think this changes things! Sorry about everyone, haha, we're just— well, you know, he's our guy, our 'Smosh single dad,' 'the dad who stepped up,' our 'single working mother,' whatever! We were all just a bit protective of him, but hey look!" She threw her hands out like she was pitching a deal. "I'll pass the message along, that you're, well, uh. That you, um. That there's nothing to worry about here! Just leave some Ian for the rest of us, yeah?"

Courtney started to back away, looking like they were going to bolt and Anthony was so confused. "Sorry about that by the way? I didn't realize I was stealing him," Anthony said.

"No you, well—" Courtney stopped. "Anthony, you do know that whenever you're there, Ian's like, fixated on you, yeah?"

Anthony had not realized that and he was not quite sure why his chest felt all at once like he had just performed a long, far too strenuous yoga session. He kept looking at her as if an explanation would be forthcoming, but Courtney was just looking back at him with wide eyes.

In this moment that felt like it resided somewhere on the spectrum of Wild West duels, Ian came around the corner.

"Oh hey," He said, and then frowned at them when they both jumped. "What are you two doing behind the set?"

"Hey Ian!" Courtney said brightly, and Anthony could hear that hidden relief underneath. "Great to talk with you, Anthony! See you later!"

Ian watched them leave and then turned back to him, suspiciously.

"Are you two plotting some kind of video?" Ian raised his hand to his chin, thinking. "Like, a prank video on me I'm not supposed to know about or something?"

That would be a great idea, Anthony thought a little deliriously. "I don't know, Ian, I guess you'll have to find out."

Ian narrowed his eyes. "I'll have you know I'm great at getting revenge."

"Oh, should I beware?" Anthony teased, the tight feeling in his chest easing up.

Ian scoffed. "Beware all right. I'll get Arasha on my side and then it'll be all over for you and Courtney."

Anthony grinned and walked over to him, slinging an arm over Ian's shoulders to guide them both out from behind the set. "You know, I keep hearing about Arasha's scheme prowess. Wanna show me whatever video that comes from?"

"Oh god, it's a whole series of videos," Ian said, already pulling out his phone. "Brace yourself, it's a wild ride."

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middleearthpixie · 18 days ago

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The Ties That Bind ~ Chapter Ten

A/N: I only realized with this installment that I've been working from a tag list that was missing quite a few names. I apologize for the mistake. 💜

Summary: Although Erebor is his once more, Thorin knows there is still a great threat to the peace of Middle Earth. Azog is gone, but another has taken his place and has sworn to finish what Azog began. Erebor is back, but it’s sadly lacking in protection and as much as he hates the thought of it, Thorin knows there is one thing that will guarantee the safety and continuation of his line.

War is coming and all Eirlys of Mirkwood wishes to do is fight alongside her brother Legolas and the other elves, united with Men and Dwarves in their attempt to quell the renewed tensions between them and the orc army of the north. But, her father, Thranduíl has other plans. Unite his kingdom with the newly reestablished kingdom of Erebor and use the power of both to defeat the orcs.

An arranged marriage that neither side wants, but both sides need. But what happens when the two sides realize that maybe—just maybe—being together isn't quite as bad as they'd thought...

Pairing: Thorin x ofc Eirlys of Mirkwood

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.2k

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The doors to Mirkwood’s Throne Room were closed as Eirlys and Madris approached them and Eirlys was fairly certain she’d never heard the kind of silence that infiltrated the palace corridors. It was an odd silence, for she heard the click of her heels on the stone and wood floor, the soft swish of her skirts, and she even heard a softer-still swish of her tulle veil against her shoulders.

What she didn't hear, though, was the sounds of her fellow elves, of the too-numerous-to-count guests—both important and ordinary—who were no doubt seated just beyond those closed doors, awaiting her arrival. She knew there were too many to count, as she’d seen the literal stacks of heavy, creamy envelopes to be sent out several weeks earlier. She wasn't certain, but thought it quite possible everyone in all of Middle Earth had been invited to see the wedding of Princess Eirlys of Mirkwood and King Thorin II of Erebor.

Her stomach hurt.

Who knew butterflies could have such powerful wings?

Her blood roared through her temples, her mouth drier with each step. Her heart sped up, and beat with such force, she glanced sideways at Madris to see if she heard it as well. If she did, however, Madris gave no indication. Instead, she smiled as they reached the doors.

“Are you ready, Your Highness?”

“I’m not so certain I’ll ever be ready,” Eirlys managed to whisper, her throat so dry, it hurt when she swallowed.

“Your Highness, may I be frank with you?”

That made Eirlys smile. “If I say no, will it stop you?”

Her maid smiled back, shaking her head. “No.”

“Go on.”

“You’ve no need to be nervous. He seems a good and decent man, even if he is a dwarf, and I think you should focus instead on how you will be permitted to kiss him as often as you wish and whenever you wish. And you will even be allowed to enjoy doing so.”

“Madris!” Eirlys couldn't hold back her laughter, the flowers in her bouquet rustling as she gave into it. “That’s terrible.”

“It is not at all terrible.” Madris’ expression grew serious and she reached out to curve her hands against Eirlys’ bare shoulders, her palms warm and comforting. “And you need not be afraid, either. In time, I think you will both be very happy.”

“I hope so.”

“You will be.”

“Madris, you don’t know that.”

“No,” she stepped back, shaking her head, “I don't know that for certain. But I feel it. Now, go. I will see you later, to ready you for bed.”

Eirlys swallowed hard, but nodded just the same. “Of course.”

“You will be fine.”

“I have no choice.”

Madris leaned in and lightly kissed her on the cheek. “He’s waiting for you.”

Drawing in a deep breath, Eirlys nodded and stepped back. “I know.”

Madris offered up a maternal smile and a wink and then she was gone, leaving Eirlys there alone, staring at the closed doors.

“Ahh… there you are.” Thranduíl swept toward them, regal and elegant in his finery of gold and green, his usual crown of branches replaced by one of gold and adorned with topaz and emerald and garnets that all sparkled in the brilliant sunlight that spilled down through the canopy high over their heads.

“You say that as if you thought I wouldn’t be,”she replied with a smile.

“You are quite resourceful when faced with something you might not want to do.”

“Papa, when did I say I did not wish to do this?”

He offered her a long look. “Eirlys.”

“Very well, at first, perhaps I wasn't mad about the idea,” she told him, “but, I don't feel that way any longer. I find I rather like His Highness.”

“Good. I feel better about sending you away then.”

He joked, of course, but she gasped as if his words horrified her. “Papa!”

“I tease you, selyë.” He smiled as he bent to brush her cheek with his fingertips. “You remind me so very much of your mother, you know. She would be quite proud of you.”

Eirlys swallowed hard at his soft words. It wasn’t often she dwelled on their loss, but today was the one day she wished more than ever that her mother walked amongst them still. “I hope so.”

“She would. And I think she would approve of this match as well. She was rather fond of dwarves. Thought them loud and uncouth at times, but also loyal to a fault and protective of their women. And Thorin had best be protective of you.”

She had no way of knowing whether or not he would be, but she still nodded. “I think he will be, Papa. He seems a good man.”

“I would accept no less for you.” He offered his arm. “Now, if you are ready?”

She pressed her lips together and nodded, but when strains of music wafted from the Throne Room, which sent a sense of urgency through her. She could still run. Could turn and dash back to her chambers, run out to the stables, steal one of her father’s horses, and take off. Her father would be hot on her heels of course, but she but she might have just enough time to lose herself somewhere in the forest around her.

But then what? What purpose would that serve?

Besides, she did want to kiss Thorin again.

So, with that in mind, she drew in a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and said, “I am, Papa.”

“Very well.” Thranduíl covered her hand with his, then bobbed his head at the two stoic pages on either side of the doorway. With that bob, they moved, their expressions solemn as they each grasped a door handle and tugged, allowing the doors to swing open without a sound.

Eirlys was a vision in gold as she swept down a long, wide aisle toward him on her father’s arm. As he stood there, Thorin could not take his eyes from her, nor could he decide if she was real or if she was some ethereal figment of his imagination, for not in his wildest dreams did he ever think his bride would leave him struck dumb at the sight of her.

He swallowed hard when Thranduíl lifted Eirlys’ hand from his arm to set it in Thorin’s open hand and murmured, “You’d best keep your word, Thorin, and take the best of care with my daughter.”

Thorin nodded slowly. “I fully intend to do just that. You need not worry about her in the slightest.”

“Good. Then I entrust her to you. Do not make me regret doing so.”

With that, Thranduíl stepped back and the world consisted of only Thorin and Eirlys and he couldn’t help how he stared at her, for she stole the breath from his lungs.

The ceremony itself was a mere blur to him as she reached him, slipped her arm through his, and it seemed only moments later, he leaned in to kiss his new wife.

Her lips pursed in anticipation of his kiss and as his met them, his toes actually curled in his heavy boots. Her lips were so very soft—softer than anything he’d ever felt before—and warm and her kiss filled him at once with a sweet fire that had him wanting to part his lips and give into the urge to gently explore the silky heat of her mouth.

She drew back slowly, before he could do just that, and as he met her gaze, he smiled and to his surprise, she smiled back. Her eyes, a lighter shade of blue than his own, sparkled as she murmured, “They’re all watching us, aren’t they?”

He couldn't help his chuckle as he glanced sidelong at the multitude of wedding guests all staring at them as if waiting for something else to happen. “I do believe so, yes.”

“Kiss me again and see what they do.”

He met her gaze. “Are you serious?”

She didn't reply, but shifted her bouquet to one hand, leaned into him, and slid her free hand about his neck. Her fingers tightened against him, pulled him to meet her kiss and as he did, the crowd gathered simply disappeared, for when their lips met, he lost himself in her kiss. Sweet and innocent at first, it quickly deepened, her lips parting, her tongue delving between his lips to caress his, just as he’d imagined doing only moments ago. He’d let his hands rest on her hips, but as her kiss deepened, he eased his arms about her waist, drew her up against him.

As he reluctantly drew back and broke the kiss, he became aware of the laughter rippling through the guests. Eirlys’ cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with hints of mischief as she said, “That’s what they waited for.”

“I’m glad we didn't disappoint them.”

“We should acknowledge them.”

“Or we could just kiss again.”

The flush in her cheeks deepened, but her smile widened. “There will be time for that later.”

He knew she only teased, but that didn't stop a flash of heat from shooting through him. Still, they had a long day before them and it would be some time before they would be alone. From the ceremony, they would make their way into the Great Hall for the celebration that was to follow.

Eirlys tucked her arm through his, her smile never wavering as she did, and he found that smile sent a warm flutter through him. Covering her hand with his, he said, “We probably should acknowledge them.”

She nodded, her eyes dancing further as she replied, “Although, I would much rather kiss again.”

“As would I. But, I’m glad you think so as well.”

Her hand tightened on his arm as they both turned toward their guests, who erupted into cheers and applause. Eirlys’ hand was warm beneath his, and when he squeezed her hand, she squeezed his arm in return, which sent more heat swirling through him.

They made their way up along the white runner that led back to the Throne Room doors, where they were ushered by the pages to the Great Hall, where the grand reception was to take place.

Although dwarves were fond of their celebrations and certainly knew how to host a party, the woodland elves put them all to shame. Ale and sparkling wine flowed, the music was lively, the food sumptuous and rich, and the company some of the best he’d ever kept.

A million tiny fairy lights bathed the Great Hall in soft, white light and the tables were draped with creamy ivory linens embroidered with green and gold thread, and set with the finest of elven silver and crystal. The scent of wildflowers perfumes the air and the gentle, silvery whisper of harps reached their ears.

The evening was a whirlwind of dancing and music, of wine and laughter, and Thorin couldn’t seem to let Eirlys wander far from his reach. In fact, he spent most of the reception with her in his arms on the dance floor or with her hand resting in his as they greeted and chatted with guests from near and far.

It was far into the night, very nearly morning, before the party broke up and Eirlys’ maid came up to catch her by the hand. “I beg your pardon, Your Majesty,” she said to him with a hint of a smile, “but I’ve come to help ready Her Majesty for bed. Also, His Majesty has already taken the liberty of moving your belongings into her chambers.”

He smiled. “Of course. I expected as much.”

Eirlys turned to him. “I didn't think you would mind. I imagine my chambers are larger than the ones you’ve been given.”

He bobbed his head. “I’ll wager you are correct. I mean, mine suffice, of course—”

She burst out laughing. “I’ll not tell my father you found your chambers lacking.”

“I did not say—”

“I am but teasing you,” she interrupted softly before leaning in to brush her lips across his cheek. “Go and enjoy yourself.”

“I won’t be long,” he replied.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere, you know.”

She didn't give him a chance to answer, before her maid tugged on her arm and drew her down the corridor, while Thranduíl came up behind him and said, “Thorin, come and take a drink with me. There is a matter I wish to speak with you about.”

He turned toward his new father-in-law, who seemed no worse for the wear despite how easily the sparkling wine flowed. In fact, Thranduíl even smiled as he added, “It’s nothing terrible. I promise you this.”

Although he’d much rather have followed his new bride, Thorin managed to smile back. “Of course.”

“Good.” Thranduíl gestured to a table nearest the bar. “Join me, then. It won’t take long.”

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thisismeracing · 2 years ago

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Hello! I think #3 is available? Can I request that one for micky? 😊

Of course! 🥰 here you go, sorry for taking forever to finish it

From the Quick Prompt List: 3. “Some lies are made to be told”

word count: 0.8k

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x mick schumacher

warnings: angstyyyy, not proofread, mentions of a wedding (idk if this could be a tw, but better be safe than sorry). open ending (more like no happy endings, but whatever).

There are many types of lies. There are the small ones such as when you go visit a friend and they ask if you're hungry, and you tell them no when, in reality, you are starving. There are also the medium ones, such as when someone asks if you're jealous of a person and you say no but you are biting your nails and digging into your skin. And then, there are the bigger ones, such as the one Mick Schumacher told Yn.

Those more significant lies tend to blow everything up when their truth comes to light, yet, for some reason, Mick did not consider that possibility and went on to deny his feelings until he couldn't anymore.

And the day he couldn't anymore, just happened to be the day of Yn's and Jack's wedding. He knew that to outsiders he may seem like an asshole, but nevertheless, he reached his breaking point. He thought he could keep up with the charade, but it turns out lying to yourself is even worse and makes the biggest of a lie unbearable.

"What did you just say?" Yn asked with her voice strained, eyes wide, lips slightly parted.

Mick gulped, and took a deep breath, but did not look away from her eyes when he repeated, "I am in love with you, and have been since the beginning. I am so sorry, Yn, I'm just so miserable keeping it-"

"Why didn't you tell me before??" she almost screamed, she wanted to scream, to slap him. Yn wanted many things but the biggest was to cry. She felt like lying on the cold hard ground and crying herself to sleep because that could not be true, Mick was her now husband's best friend. The blonde finally dropped his eyes to the ground, his tipsy state made him stumble, but he held on to the chair. "We talked about feelings years ago, Mick, and you told me it was all in my head. You told me you did not feel anything, you told me to stay with Jack." She was furious because from the moment Jack introduced them Yn knew that the way she looked at Schumacher was not the way you were supposed to when in a relationship. And to make matters worse, she felt like he reciprocated everything, there was some kind of tension, and they set an unspoken rule about not acting on it, however, one wine-induced night they talked about it, and she confessed her feelings, but he denied his. He was hell-bent on the bro code, or whatever people would call it. Mick would never steal his best friend's girl, especially because he knew how crazy Jack was about Yn.

Mick did not answer her question, he just looked outside through the big window watching their friends and families drink and eat and happily enjoy the wedding reception.

Yn and Jack decided to marry at the beach, and it was only fair in their minds for the reception to happen there. They had the easiness of getting ready and being close to the beach house, but still thoroughly enjoy a wedding and reception at the same place since the beach was secluded and big enough to comport their families and closest friends.

Right now, Yn was hating the idea because it meant that she and Mick had all the privacy the house could give and he could do what he just did: confess his feelings.

"Answer me, dammit!" Now the tears in her eyes finally spilled. Mick's face crumbled, it pained him so much to see her cry and to be the reason for it? It was like getting hit by a truck. A truck full of all the moments he lied to her and to himself. A truck full of all his untold feelings and unacted moments. A truck full of regrets.

He understands now when his friend Daniel would say "No regrets, just memories" and encourage people to act on their shit instead of regretting not doing so in the future.

"Some lies are made to be told, or so I thought" he whispers. It's a ghost of his voice because now he's crying too.

"You're a coward, Mick Schumacher," she seethes.

The German takes another step back. Yn's the one driving the truck now, and she decided to go full force on him. But it was ok, or so he thought, because maybe he deserved it, maybe he was being an asshole.

"How do you expect me to go around now knowing you loved me back all this time?" Yn's crying is getting harder, her makeup running down her face.

"I- Wait- You love me?"

"I did, but it's too late now," she murmurs before turning her back to him and leaving a tipsy Mick to fall to the ground. The truth may set people free, but he thinks this time it just chained both of them.

I did not like this piece that much because for some reason dumb-ol-me could not remember what was my initial idea when I wrote this prompt. I'm really sorry, guys, but I hope this was something at least bearable lol *mwah*

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unicorncornflakes · 1 year ago

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Family Sins - Part 3 || Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Gif de merlinaddams

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Paring: Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: Every Thursday afternoon you and Aemond meet, even if you have to pay for his family's sins.

Tags: Alternate Universe/ Emotional Hurt/Angst/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: As I promised, I turn this into a series. Hope you like it!

This chapter is a huge flashback! So... yeah, we have to wait to read what happens with Gregory, but I will update as soons as possible.

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Word Count: 4.7 K

4 years before…

“You don't go to the movies around here,” you pointed out to your siblings. Gregory was driving his truck while Bella applied mascara, looking at herself in the passenger mirror with great skill. You were sitting between the two. Your older sibilings had told your parents that the three of you were going to the movies together to see the latest Zombies movie that had been released that summer. It was a huge success and you couldn't be more than happy to go with your two older sibilings to see it. You knew that there was no one more popular in town than them, apart from the Targaryen sibilings of course. At that age, you didn't think there was a better prospect than going to the movies with the people you loved most. They were… the best…

“Asshole,” your older sister growled at Gregory as he took an exit off the highway that you didn't know where it led, but it wasn't to the movies. “Couldn't you take the exit in a smoother way?” At least, that liquid lipstick had not yet touched her lips. They were safe from being ruined by the sudden move your brother had just made.

"What difference does it make?" Gregory shrugged. “You're going to ruin it as soon as you give a blowjob to the first boy who walks in front of you,” your brother answered that to your sister and you remained cold, perplexed by what he had just said to Bella without any consideration. And from that amazement you went to shame. Your cheeks blushed. Bella was 19 at the time and Gregory was 22. They were a little older than you, but at that moment you felt like a little girl.

“Guys, we made the wrong exit,” you emphasized again and Gregory laughed while Bella narrowed her eyes tired of your obvious instructions. Your brother winked at you while Bella finished putting on her lipstick.

“We're not going to the movies, (Y/N),” your sister snorted at you as she searched for something in her bag and you looked at your brother for some sympathy. “I'm not crazy about going to watch that zombie shit you wanted to see.”

“If you want, we can go another day, you and I, (Y/N),” Gregory suggested to you as he continued driving, taking a curve again that made your sister click her tongue. “I really want to see Cannibals,” your brother added, but it was too late. You couldn't be more confused.

You didn't dare look at either of them because you basically didn't know what to think of them. "So where are we going?" you asked timidly. Your sister left you one of the many lipsticks she had in her purse. You had never worn lipstick before and you just looked at her in confusion as she let her hair down and tried to style it in a much wilder way than you normally would wear it.

“To the party that the Targaryens organize on the beach of King's Landing,” your brother informed you, while driving happily.

“But, mom and dad told you that you couldn't go,” you moaned, scared, if your parents found out…

“I'm sure Aegon will be there,” your sister squealed excitedly, ignoring you. And you couldn't look at her more bewildered. Sometimes you couldn't understand Bella. What was cool about something like that? Disobeying your parents was not right. You didn't even want to think about the punishment your mother would surely give you if she found out.

“That's where you come into the plan,” Gregory smiled at you as you arrived at the King's Landing beach parking lot. You had only been there a couple of occasional times. Almost all on excursions with the school. Your father didn't have time to even rest for a single day “You're going to cover us, (Y/N). Tonight, when mom and dad ask you how you are, you're going to tell them that the movie was great and that we also took you to dinner later, that you had a great time..." your brother began explaining to you and you looked at him with a look of confusion on your face. Suffering. You hated lying. You always had.

“Please, (Y/N). Don't be a kid. You're going to have a good time at this party,” your sister explained as she grabbed your face and opened the lipstick she had given you earlier.

"What are you going to do?" You screamed at her while the lipstick touched your lips and you turned your face away in a bad way. She laughed, narrowing her eyes. Your sister was one of the most beautiful girls in town. She was cute and attractive... but, you weren't like her. In those days you didn't wear makeup or waste time going to parties. You weren't like her. You had never envied her, but a small part of you wished you were as extremely popular among the male gender as Bella was.

“Come on, (Y/N). You can't attend a party like this looking like this” she laughed and you blushed. What was wrong with that black Watchmen sweatshirt? If it was comfortable and warm to combat the night cold... But, you still let her paint your lips and draw your eye line. That would be the first big party you would attend and you would trust her. Bella seemed superficial, but you knew it was her way of expressing her affection for you. One of many subtle ways to do it.

Silently and with a mischievous smile, she painted the line under your eye and put mascara on your eyelashes. “It's not my style, but it's yours,” she laughed with amusement while Gregory smiled. You looked in the mirror and it didn't look like you. Those feline eyes and those seductive lips... you didn't know where they had come from, but they were yours.

“My little sister is so pretty,” Gregory laughed as he got out of the car just like Bella. You stared into those eyes for a long moment and Gregory knocked on the glass of the pilot's seat to bring you back to reality. You jumped a little scared and got out of the car.

The parking lot was already full of people like you who were going to the same party. You looked for Bella, but she was gone and you sighed. “Bella always does this. Don't worry. She’ll be fine and she’ll have an even better time,” he said, approaching the back of his truck, and you followed him. “You stay with me. Plus, I'm sure you'll find a friend from high school and you'll end up having a good time." You didn't know how to tell him that it was full of people and that most of them were as old as him and Bella, but something inside you told you that Your siblings were expecting different behavior from your usual behavior. You knew that they would have loved to have gone to a party like that at your age. “Come help me with this,” he told you with force and you saw a keg of beer loaded into the truck. How had that gotten there?

"Where did you get it?" You moaned almost in distress. You saw the beer brand. You knew where it was coming from and you couldn't stop thinking about all the consequences in a single instant.

“Oh, please, dad has a bar,” Gregory responded angrily as he tried to carry that keg of beer alone. “Fuck, (Y/N)…” he whispered under his breath as he continued trying to lift the barrel by himself.

“Don't tell me you're trying to get your little sister to help you with that?” Behind you, you finally heard a familiar voice. You turned around and your eyes brightened when you saw a familiar face. Cregan Stark had just appeared in the crowd. He was one of your brother's best friends and he approached him without hesitation to help him. “How pretty, (Y/N),” he smiled as he exerted strength to lift that barrel between the two of them, and you felt your cheeks blush. You never thought before that a guy like Cregan could say something like that to you. He was one of the most attractive men you knew. With that smile and those blue eyes... between them they carried the barrel while you followed them. The compliment that Cregan had just given you had almost left you bewildered... it was almost as if you were starting to play in another league, very different from the one you were used to...

“I thought the Targaryens made the drinking stuff, that's what their party is for.” Cregan smiled as he made an effort just like your brother. They both continued talking about that night that promised to be very different from any other.

That place was packed with people coming and going in the direction of their cars and the beach. It was so different from the parties you were used to that everything caught your attention... but then, as you followed your brother and Cregan, one conversation caught your attention above the others in that parking lot.

“We could have gone to see Cannibals before coming” there you heard for the first time that voice that would drive you crazy for the rest of your life. A boy much taller than you opened the passenger seat for a stunning woman, even older than him. But, you couldn't help but notice the beauty of both of them. They were a handsome couple. He was tall and thin, but you could tell he had a built body under that sweater. He had violet eyes and long hair, a sharp jaw... Valyrian features, features that are very difficult to find in the modern world... that woman who got out of the car did not leave him behind. Attractive and wild, long and abundant hair, full red lips... you could understand what a boy as attractive as him was doing with a woman like her... well, your jealousy was assuming that they were together. Because a small jealous pang appeared in your heart. You could never aspire to a boy like that, right? “Apparently you can find an allegory to Kafka's Metamorphosis in Cannibals, it is very subtle but the expert eye can locate it…” that boy continued commenting while the stunning woman devoured him with her gaze between those two cars. You noticed that that boy was wearing an eyepatch... so he must be Aemond Targaryen. Your brother had belonged to the same group of friends for many years. You had never met him in person, but Gregory had told you that he was an asshole. The only asshole of the Targaryen brothers at the time for your older brother. He was a handsome asshole, though. Very attractive. You felt an indescribable warmth as you looked at him, you had never felt like this before.

“Oh, I can show you something more entertaining,” that woman purred and they both leaned on the car that was parked right next to the one they had gotten out of. They started kissing and laughing and you couldn't feel more jealous and excited in your entire life. You watched as her arms wrapped around Aemond's body as he held her tightly, coveting her hips... you bit your lower lip, still standing there like a statue.

That perfect boy, who knew how to see the very message behind Canibals, was kissing a girl who was far from being like you. You saw how her red lips sucked on his lower lip and he closed his only eye while he grunted... one of her hands entered his pants and Aemond opened his mouth in a lewd moan while she knew well where to touch. She wasn't like you, that girl wasn't like you and that's why you could never aspire to a boy like that... it was the law of life and you hated it. You hated her with all your might. Why not you…?

What happened to you? You had always thought that things like that were none of your business, not boys, not makeup, not parties... not kisses... and yet, here you were jealous of a girl you didn't know because she was kissing a boy next door. Your mind was screaming at you that you couldn't aspire to get that.

You continued there, as if you had never seen anything like it when that woman knelt down. But was she going to…? Oh, really? In that parking lot? Anyone could see them... Aemond's hands caressed her head while his lips stretched into a smile. There it was, the reason why you would never date a guy like that. Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy.

“(Y/N), I was looking for you” Cregan appeared there and you looked at him with wide eyes, as if you yourself had been the one who had been caught red-handed with Aemond. You swallowed and Cregan looked straight ahead, as if he hadn't realized what you were looking at. He only looked ahead because you had shown that grimace of disbelief and surprise and he held your hand tightly. Dragging you away from that scene that would now only belong to the two of them... however, in that moment, just before Cregan pulled you with him, Aemond's single eye met yours. With those eyes of that young girl who even wondered why you were looking at him like that, but he felt ashamed. He hadn't expected any spectators at that particular show that Alys had prepared for him and although you couldn't see it, he stopped his girlfriend and simply rebuttoned his pants. He never talked about it to anyone and just seemed grumpy, making Alys angry with him, as if she didn't understand anything. Well, it was good that Alys was angry with him, because he didn't understand what had happened to him either. What the hell was wrong with him?

“Fuck, Fucking Aemond” was all Cregan commented as he dragged you away, your cheeks flushing. You were hot. At that moment, you didn't think that sweatshirt was a good idea. It wasn't at all. “I would like to tell you that it wasn't what it seemed, but… it was…” Cregan tried to smile at you, dying of embarrassment. He thought you were still a kid, but... well, you weren't so much anymore. He had never paid so much attention to the beautiful lips you had and that that lipstick had enhanced, nor to how sensual your eyes could be. He hated himself. You were his best friend's little sister. However, you were starting to be a woman, a pretty girl. He even noticed, for the first time, that your chest had developed quite a bit in the last year... you were going to be as pretty as Bella, although he didn't think you'd know it from the sweatshirt you were wearing that covered that whole outfit... "This... Don't tell your brother anything about what you've seen, because he'll kill Aemond if he finds out what you've seen." Cregan scratched his head nervously, as if trying to get out of his mind what he had just thought about you.

“But, they didn't know I was there…” you told him, your voice nervous. That night was going to end up killing you if everything was like this. “I don't understand…” you shook your head, because you didn't understand anything.

“Your brother simply hates Aemond and will think he did it to provoke him” Cregan gave you the key to just what was happening between your brother and Aemond. It was bullshit, but those two temperamental boys could be a pain if they wanted to. They were too young. “Don't tell him, okay? Not a single word” he made you promise and you offered him your pinkie finger, a sign of Pinkie Promise, an eternal promise, and Cregan took your finger with his, laughing. It was clear that you were still you despite the beautiful eyes that Bella had made up for you. Besides, you didn't want to tell anyone what you had just seen. It was the intimacy of two adults and you wanted to keep Aemond's pleased face in your memory. He was so handsome.

Cregan took your hand and you felt a strange shiver. Your brother's best friend had never taken such liberties with you. What's more, he had always treated you like a child, but in the grip he exerted at that moment while you were walking the beach together there was something different from other times. You were kicking up the sand on the beach with your boots, trying to keep up with Cregan, much taller than you, almost as tall as Aemond. The northerner ended up taking you to an area a little further away from the party where your older brother's best friends were. They attended the party like the others, but as always they had ended up isolated from the rest. Everyone greeted you quite cheerfully and your brother raised an eyebrow questioningly as he saw how Cregan held your hand. He let go when he saw how Gregory was looking at him and went to pour himself a beer from the barrel that your brother had brought. You still hadn't seen Bella and you approached Gregory who kept looking at Cregan as if he didn't know what his best friend was about. Of course he knew it, he knew it better than you, but it seemed amazing to him that Cregan could do that. And much more with you. He was drinking from his glass when you brought him back to reality.

“Where is Bella?” you asked him with the revelry in the background and the roar of the waves. He looked at you and lifted one corner of his lips in an amused grimace.

“Surely with Aegon” he shrugged and you began to look for her all over the beach. It wasn't that you thought your sister couldn't take care of herself. She could, but you had heard enough from Aegon to fear that something bad might happen to her. “(Y/N), it's okay. She knows how to take care of herself” You just thought that of course you knew. The problem was who she was with. You listened to your parents talk. All the Targaryens were not good people, none of them, even Aemond, being so handsome, was…

So handsome? What was happening to you? That feeling was terrible. You have never expressed anything like this. You continued at the party, but you quickly realized that this was not for you, at least not at that moment. The atmosphere was charged with heat. People were starting to get more and more baroque as the night went on and you couldn't feel more out of place. You would have preferred to go see Cannibals. That of course... was not your place...

The worst was when you had to go pee. The line for the public bathrooms on the beach was almost eternal and you waited patiently for it. Completely alone and embraced by yourself. You saw that all the girls there were gorgeous, and you were still hugging that huge sweatshirt... perhaps, if your brothers had warned you, you would have worn something more appropriate for the occasion, but that would have also raised your parents' suspicions, You never abandoned your bun or your gigantic sweatshirt. Finally your turn came, but you lost your desire when you saw how dirty it was and you went out there, mentally telling yourself that you could last until you got home. You returned to your brother's group of friends, but Gregory wasn't there, it almost seemed like he had been swallowed by the earth. You waited for him among his friends only to realize that without him you existed for none of them. You were just Bella and Gregory's little sister and without them present you were nobody.

You looked for him throughout the party, going to each and every one of the small groups that had formed as he spent the night on the sand of the beach. Even at that moment when you had already given up and were going to wait for your siblings sitting next to the truck, you ran into Bella. She was sitting around one of the main bonfires of the party, one of the largest, and next to her was the one you recognized as Aegon Targaryen. You had seen the largest of the green dragons a couple of times around town, riding around on his motorcycle or going to pick up your sister sporadically. You knew it wasn't a relationship your parents approved of. That boy just seemed to be lost in life and the relationship that you knew he half had with your sister didn't help him get the best out of himself either.

Although it was obvious that they were in a very affectionate attitude, you approached them. “Have you seen Gregory?” you asked your sister. She looked at you quite happy and hugged you. It smelled like alcohol. You couldn't identify which one and he just laughed while hugging you. Aegon stood behind her and smiled at you as well.

“Hey, guys, this is my little sister!” Bella introduced you, raising her voice and ignoring your question. Everyone looked at you and you understood that Bella's status in Aegon's group of friends was quite high. You didn't know it, but she was the official girlfriend of the new addition of the dragons. Aegon even walked up to you and gave you two kisses as an introduction. Almost automatically after that gesture on the part of the eldest of the Targaryen brothers, many of that group came forward to introduce themselves. You didn't remember any of the names and almost none of the faces, but you were amazed at the majority of tattoos that were engraved on their skin. They were impressive. It's a shame you didn't know what they meant because otherwise a girl like you would have run out of there, but, on the contrary, you spent the night surrounded by dragons.

They jokingly introduced you to those who told you that they would be your in-laws one day and Aegon narrowed his eyes in amusement and ended up giving Bella a kiss. You met Helaena, who you almost stuck to like glue during those introductions, Daeron, who was only a year older than you and smiled rather pleasantly at you, and Aemond...

“And that asshole arguing with his girlfriend is my dear little brother, Aemond,” Aegon joked, pointing a little further away from the group to Aemond and the one who had already confirmed that she was his girlfriend. They both seemed to be arguing quite heatedly. That pretty girl and the one who seemed most attractive to you of all those present were making a fuss at each other in the middle of that beach. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but you knew it wasn't pleasant. Separated from the others, it seemed as if they were blaming each other for everything. “They are always like this. They will end up fucking and it will pass. That's how their relationship works” Aegon explained to you as he returned you to his group of friends, but you kept looking back and Bella knew that something was wrong inside that little head of yours and she could sense what it was about.

In the end, Aemond ended up completely alone, away from everyone and smoking. You couldn't stop looking at him and Bella pushed you towards him. She insisted that you say something, but you could only think that she was crazy. First, you were much younger than him, and second… he was much more attractive than you. However, you did it. After staring at him for much of the night, you just stood frozen staring at him again. He still had his back to you, smoking in silence, sitting on a beach towel while looking at the sea. He had spent the entire night alone there, along with his girlfriend. He had hardly interacted with the others...

“Hello” that was the best thing you had come up with, completely the best. What were you doing? Aemond turned around with a grim expression, however, his face softened when he saw you. He didn't seem to show any emotion and he just looked ahead at the beach and you wanted to die. You simply turned around to run out of there. You would never listen to your sister again because you were only embarrassing yourself.

“I like your sweatshirt” Aemond responded, without looking at you and you froze, straightening your Watchmen sweatshirt before turning around again and getting a little closer to him. You watched him take a drag and blow out the smoke in silence. “I'm Aemond” he looked at you out of the corner of his eye with his good eye and you felt like your heart was going a thousand miles per hour. You didn't see him, but he smiled superiorly as he looked back ahead. He knew the effect it had on girls like you.

“I am… (Y/N)” You almost got nervous while you sat next to him on that beach towel. And he liked your boldness. You had sat down even though he hadn't invited you. At that moment, he realized how young you were... so the shag he had thought about giving you to make Alys jealous disappeared from his mind. You were a very pretty girl, but a high school kid at the end of the day. He took another drag on his cigarette. He had suddenly lost interest in you. You had seemed a little older to him before... "I'm... I'm sorry you argued with your girlfriend..." you whispered to him and that made Aemond realize your innocence. You were definitely in very different leagues and times.

“Well, I wouldn't be talking to you if I hadn't argued with her…” he replied, releasing the smoke from his last puff and there was the reaction he knew would happen: your eyes had lit up. It was a subtle glow, but it was there. All girls like you had the same weakness for boys like him: tall, mysterious and dark. He knew well how to maintain that presence. He saw you pursing your lips, suppressing a silly smile. He saw the resemblance you had to Bella and assumed that you were his little sister, after all he had seen out of the corner of his eye how she was the one who had pushed you to talk to him.

“If it's any consolation, I'd rather be watching Cannibals than be here,” you smiled shyly at him, actually with the best and prettiest smile you had as you looked straight ahead, with those feline eyes, and he only opened his lips as he greeted you. He watched in silence, amused by your reaction and your phrases. You were going to be a pretty interesting girl when you grew up. “And yes, I also believe that the director of the movie used Kafka's metamorphosis to transform the main character into a Zombie” you looked at him out of the corner of your eye and he just laughed. A subtle laugh, as he looked back ahead. “What are you laughing at?”

“For a high school girl to tell me that she has read Kafka's Metamorphosis, or that at least understands it” he took another drag and blew out the smoke in silence while he knew that your eyes did not lose sight of him. “You're an interesting girl, (Y/N),” he smiled at you. He smiled at you and you broke down, and the worst thing is that with that cocky smile he showed that he knew how you felt when he looked at you.

You spent the rest of the night talking to him. He told you that he loved flying in his small plane and that he studied philosophy, history and law at the university... you told him about the daily life of the High School, that you liked to read and that you wanted to be a teacher... And Aemond smiled. You were a very cute kid, but he really thought you were too young for him, and yet he spent the whole night with you...

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kwillow · 2 years ago

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Ambroys basking in his cache of gifts and sweet words from secret admirers. Gotta be careful, though. If his ego is inflated any more, he'll pop.

(I wanted to doodle something to accompany a post answering some messages regarding this candy-colored cad but got a bit carried away. :P Well regardless, asks under the cut!)

Why thank you! He would drunkenly insult people, though he tends to be more passive-aggressive and backhanded rather than outright insulting - well, most of the time, anyway. He thinks he's a lot more subtle in his derogatory comments than he actually is.

Aaaw, this is too sweet!

Older Ambroys is much more reserved about seeking and accepting physical affection than his younger self, for myriad reasons (that one day I will expound upon in more detail, fate willing). He still enjoys it, though.

He's still proud of the stars on his cheeks and the gold in his hair and all that, but the signs of age are something he is not at peace with. For some, like the wrinkles, they're a sign that his time on this earth is finite - and death terrifies him. For others, like his paunch, it's more just embarrassing to him in a more mundane and vain "I was voted Prom King in high school and I was on the Varsity track team now look at me I'm an old man boo hoo hoo" type of way (though he's actually more physically adept in his older age than he was when he was younger for Magical Heritage Bullshit reasons, the sentiment remains).

As for your question, it's totally fine with me for Ambroys to be portrayed as non-heterosexual in fanfic or fanart or one's secret imaginings. Even though all of his "canon" love interests are women, I wouldn't rule out of the possibility of him developing affections for someone who isn't a woman. Chase your bliss!

Haha well both furry and aasimar Ambroys would bask in the attention, though poor aasimar Ambroys' jealousy is not going to be helped!

No shame on being a furry though. I didn't consider myself one either but I feel like it's harder to make the argument that I'm not given the sheer number of ponies I've drawn by now...

He would accept this, so long as you don't mess up his hair.

He would say: "good!" I would say "don't waste your life on him!"

Oh he would be pleased to be so distracting, I'm sure.

And sometimes we can't help but to have a type... I know I seem to have a thing for rich effete douchebags with buck teeth and big pointy noses... not quite sure what's up with that.

Yessss... yesssssssss... or perhaps I should say "I'm sorry."

I didn't mean to make him this way... I guess I underestimated the power of a brushable mane.

Ambroys DOES like being worshipped (way too much and way too literally, as you might be able to tell) but he wants to have his imperfections hidden if he can!

He's just horribly, horribly vain and unwilling to let go of his youth... even though he got to enjoy being youthful for three times as long as a mortal would.

YES that song is on his playlist (which I have for all my main characters because I'm a dork). It's just too perfect. One of the many ideas on my miles-long to do list has to do with depicting a scene from that song. The trouble is that it has to do with dancing, and boy am I not very good at drawing dancing poses. xD Oh well, gotta try for the boy!

Heh well I think we could agree that a normal horse probably couldn't pull off the breeches he wears quite so well... I'm flattered that you think of him when you see horsies in the flesh! Huzzah, I've ruined one of the Earth's beautiful creatures for you! >:)

Oh wow, my guy is stepping out of my brain and into other people's subconsciouses... I need to put a leash on him. :P But this was a fun read!

It's very in character Ambroys to try to undercut a rival's self-esteem by framing it as something OTHER people say, but oh no, he'd NEVER say something like that, of course. Mean girl behavior. He does have friends that don't actually like him - and he doesn't like them either. But one needs to have friends for appearance's sake - just one more accessory, really!

OKAY, I think that's everything! Or at least enough for this post, ahah.

Thanks to everyone for your kind words on my not-so-kind character.

Unlike him, I'm really humbled and grateful by the positive reception he's received. I deeply appreciate your kind messages... even when it takes me eons to reply to them, gah.

#my draws #ambroys #amaranthine #asks #technically?#furry #unicorn #some of these are months old i'm so sorry Dx #my excuse this time is that I have what I fear is an RSI developing in my wrist/arm #so I'm trying to limit drawing/typing #alas... just can't catch a break between work and the limits of my weak human form

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sun-flower-children · 6 months ago

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hey! first off, i love your blog aesthetic, so cute! 🥺💜 i’m in a big mood for some iida content so is it okay if i can have some headcanons of iida with a fem! s/o who tends to puff out her cheeks (idk how to describe whay that would look like lol) when she’s extremely concentrated on something. one day, they’re having a study session and iida looks up after a few moments to see his s/o’s cheeks puffed up as she’s studying and that’s all he could look at. and he’s just like ‘so cute. why must you be so cute?! 🥺’

hiya! sorry this took so long, life got away from me, but i'd be happy to write out a lil something something for you :) plus this idea is just so sweet i gotta :P I did end up making it pre-relationship bc I love a little pining Iida <3

IIDA x Fem!Reader Study Session

fluff w use of she/her pronouns :))))))))))

It would be the middle of the week after everyone has settled back into a more regular school routine. The monotony was easily invited back by everyone after the busy summer filled with internships drained people in a way they didn't think they could be drained. Everyone had been missing the comradery that Class 1A had even if nobody other than Kirishima had the gall to say it out loud.

The math lessons had begun progressing at an impossible rate and Iida found himself more often than not in the common area of the dorms helping people will various subjects. This became so common in fact that people will bring peace offerings or promises of future favors to gain any sort of aid in their course work. Luckily a few others in the class also pitched in with the tutoring even if it was only for a handful of specific topics or types of assignments.

Iida found himself enjoying the shared space and time with his fellow classmates but still missed what the study sessions used to be. It used to be secret and valuable time with his crush, (Y/N). With this newer update in the class gatherings he found her more and more distant. There would be many a night he would wistfully long for the nights only a semester and summer break ago that would be spent on the floor of his dorm room.

He missed the way she would spend forever setting up the study space; the lighting, the background music, the excessive collection of stationary with the cute mascots that he came quickly to recognize. The little stamps that she would use for both her to do list and stamp his hand whenever he did anything that was particularly pleasing to her ( he wouldn't wash his hands for a possible as he could afterwards)

So imagine his delight when one afternoon (Y/N) walks up to him and mentions in passing how much she missing their one on one study nights. Iida startled himself with how quickly he interrupted her sentence with a neat invitation to study together once more.

" I'd really like that" she smiled " I'll bring snacks"

Iida's heart hummed for the rest of the day. Through the rest of the lessons. Through the rest of the exercises. Through his evening workout. Through dinner. Even Todoroki mentions how much more invigorated he seemed today ( he couldn't help it after all he has finally had a chance to hangout with you.... )

That evening Iida walks back to his room thinking about how he's going to set up his room for your arrival when he hears the sound of speeding foot steps. Before he had a chance to turn around he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you ready to tutor the worst math student you've ever seen?"

Iida never though someone giggling could be so cute. He loved the way that she smiled and looked at him. So normal but also caring and with intention. He leads them to his room and helps (Y/N) with their armful of study materials.

They agree to being on reviewing the latest homework assignment to get an idea of where she was. Iida never minded helping out his peers and never liked how self deprecating they were but especially hearing the way that (Y/N) would talk to herself. Just because you aren't naturally talented at one subject doesn't mean that you are automatically garbage at everything. It means that you have to apply yourself and Iida has seen how hard (Y/N) works in other subjects.

After some formal instruction they had split into more individual work of the homework assignment. While (Y/N) is working on their math Iida had pulled out his laptop to work on the floor in tandem with her. Not to mention that he could keep a sneaky eye on her over the top of his screen.

He admired the way her face twisted with confusion when reading a question for the first time before resigning to re-read it out loud. Their intense focus of their proof work had them making some interesting faces. IIda couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle when he saw how much (Y/N) puffed out her cheeks.

She looked up, unconsciously bringing her face back to regular confused expression, and awaited an explanation for the noise.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have laughed"

"Laughed at what?"

"The face you make when you're concentrated. It's so cute"

(Y/N) paused. Looking away from Iida and looking all over the wall behind him for answers they didn't have.

" I don't make any faces when I'm focused, what do you mean?"

"Nothing, really, it's nothing" Iida insisted.

Going back to their work it was not even ten minutes that passed when (Y/N) was making the same endearing face again. Again, Iida couldn't let the momment pass without another comment. Somethign about the casual nature of the situation, the way that (Y/N) put him at ease, or maybe it's the eucalyptus humidifier in the corner that got him in another state of relaxation.

"So cute"

Without moving her head she sends Iida a puzzled look with her eyes. Iida gently shakes his head and goes back to typing his essay. He knew he was in the deep end for (Y/N). There is no recovery from this without heavy emotional help. He would have to talk to his friends about the best way to approach this subject and how to (finally) confess to (Y/N).

He wanted to spend forever staring at that face after all.

#bnha #iida x fem!reader #iida tenya #iida tenya one shot #bnha x fem!reader #iida tenya fluff #iida tenya x reader

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loveephia · 2 years ago

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hey lovely! I saw ur fluff prompts + HQ boys post so I wanted to request a few:

"Don't be stubborn, try it!" + Osamu Miya

"I can't get over how many months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater"+ Osamu Miya

"No it's just like I can't believe your actually wearing my clothes" + Iwaizumi Hajime or Kuroo Tetsurou

"Your bed head is really cute" + Oikawa Tooru

"My friends/teammates get so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes" + Oikawa Tooru

"Shh stop fussing , I'm trying to braid your hair" + Sugawara Koshi

These are just some ideas if you wanted too write them ! Loving your writing btw <333

SWEET PIE | osamu miya

prompt: "don't be stubborn, try it!"

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, reader is a baker but she tries to actually cook for once, osamu is skeptical (of course), you're both married here timeskip.

⚠ warning/s: it's mentioned that reader hurts herself while cooking, but no in-depth detail of it actually happening. + manga spoilers.

note: ngl, it was hard to pick which prompt to do from the list you gave me, so i'll also do: "shhh.. stop fussing, i'm trying to braid your hair." with koushi sugawara in a separate post! ENJOY READING!!! :D

osamu miya came home to the aroma of food. not of your delightful pastries, but of curry. chicken katsu, to be exact. now, that doesn't happen very often (ever) because osamu was always the one who cooked dinner.

there's nothing wrong with you making dinner, of course, osamu just.. happened to remember that one time you brought him a seemingly innocent bento back in high school. one bite in, and he physically couldn't bring himself to take another!

osamu can still taste the clashing flavors of sweet, sour, spicy, bitter, and salty on the tip of his tongue. it came all at once, ever so brutally. he didn't even know that was possible..

ever since that incident, you focused on baking instead.

"oh! hi, 'samu. welcome home." you greeted him warmly from the kitchen. osamu's worries are immediately wiped away just from your little smile and apron that he simply can't get enough of.

"hey, hun." osamu replies, taking his shoes off and switches to the ones that are fit for his own home. he walked over to you and the.. mini mess you made on the kitchen counter. "what are ya cookin'?"

"don't be mad, but i made chicken katsu curry for dinner tonight! a- and i know you usually do the cooking, but i noticed how tired you've been from work lately, so i wanted to try and give you some rest.." you rambled. osamu found you so cute right now.

and.. you weren't wrong. far from it. the more people knew about osamu's restaurant, the busier he'd get. finding employees who could master the recipes right was difficult. finding employees who could treat the customers nicely was difficult. man, just keeping both eyes open at work was difficult!

"..you didn't haf'ta do all this." osamu mumbles.

"but i wanted to! it was the least i could do." you remarked, scooping some of the curry up in a tablespoon. "open up, 'samu."

osamu sweatdropped. "h- hold on—!"

"don't be stubborn, try it!" you said.

osamu looks at your determined face, then.. your fingers that held up the tablespoon. there were small cuts, probably from you trying to carefully slice the ingredients. you worked really hard for this, osamu can tell.

osamu mentally prepares himself before eating from the spoon. his eyes lit up. the flavor wasn't like last time. it wasn't suffocating, and there wasn't a clash.

"this.. is actually really good." osamu stated.

"were you expecting a repeat of history?" you asked, suspiciously squinting your eyes at your husband who whistled innocently to the side, avoiding any eye contact with you.

"come on, have some more faith in me..!" you whined at his reaction. osamu chuckles, pulling you close by the waist, "will do, hun."

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tricogarfield · 3 months ago

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Rhun/Zahnfee Headcanon post part 2!

I linked the first Headcanon post in case you wanna check that out!:D Now, in the previous one I explained my general thoughts and how I think the Dark/White thing works! Here, I'll list off some Headcanons regarding this post, pluuus some extra headcanons!

I think Oskar would occasionally visit Rhun, who is chained to these stone pillars. There are a few reasons for that! 1. He likely has a deep fascination for Rhun, if what he said upon meeting xies in canon can be believed. Rhun is the guardian that inspired him to actually learn alchemy, so I think Rhun is the one he "looks up to", aside from Eos obviously. 2. There are a some things that he could find out through Rhun, which could help in the long run. Sure, in the first place Eos will tell them everything they need to know, but it couldn't hurt to try and get some newer information from a guardian. 3. He just feels so smug to have tricked one of the most powerful beings on earth and wants to enjoy it. While he would try to get to know more about the guardians and what exactly it is they have been doing for so many years, his main goal is to just taunt Rhun and rub the fact that xier was tricked by a "mere mortal" in. He wouldn't visit xies regurarily tho. Perhaps he'll visit Rhun 2 days in a row, just to leave xies completely by xierself for 2 weeks, visit again and dip for a month again. Irregular visits, all with different lengths. That would all happen to throw Rhun off as much as possible! Leave xies alone with nothing but xies contradicting thoughts and the pain the chains bring, as we saw in the Spin-Off. It would also make it so that Rhun would actually start looking forward to Oskar's visits, making xies more likely to actually answer to his questions. Now, I dont exactly have a lot of scenarios or possible convo's in my head, but I'm sure, depending on how long Rhun was actually chained there and when exactly Oskar died, there's a lot of stuff you could write for that! Perhaps I will try to bring all this down in a one shot! If not, anyone reading this is welcome to! Long as you give credit ofc :D Now, other headcanons! There is a lot of speculation regarding wether or not Rhun actually has a daughter now and who she is, if maybe Julia is xies daughter and what exactly happened to her, etc., etc. Well, here is what I like to believe! Julia is Rhun's daughter that xier adopted when she was a new-born, however, lost her when she was 4. I imagine that Rhun would perhaps one day hear screaming in the area near the hotel and would check that out, just to find little Julia in a basket with just a thin blanket around her and a frog stuffed animal. And, as heartless as Rhun may seem to be, xier really couldn't just leave a new-born out in the woods, could xier? And just like that, xier took the basket back to the hotel and got little Julia fed and some warmer clothes. After asking Minty for advice on what the hell xier should do with the baby now, she suggested to take her with xies on one of xies nightly trips to collect teeth and leave her at an orphanage. However, xier did not like the sound of that idea, given xies past in the monestary and was afraid that, by doing so, xier would be giving an innocent baby a childhood as bas as xies. Of course the times changed and the odds of her living a good life in an orphanage were much bigger than they were when Rhun was still a child, but xier didn't want to risk it. And like that, Rhun gave her the name Eirlys (a welsh name meaning snowdrop. The reason is because the name Rhun is also of Welsh origin, so I figured it'd only make sense) to commemorate finding her during winter on a little snow hill and started to raise her. Xier was...well, overwhelmed with doing xies job AND taking care of a newborn, but luckily had the help of Minty and Hairy (who xier didn't exactly trust with Eirlys...) to manage.

The first 4 years passed and Rhun has grown extremely fond of xies daughter, however, dreading the day that she as a mortal will unfortunately die. So xier was looking for any way possible to eventually, when she became a grown-adult, turn her immortal as well. And maybe even teach her xies ways and turn her into a Toothfairy.

Unfortunately, when Rhun was busy doing xies job and left the hotel unattended aside from Minty and Hairy, Eirlys snuck out and got lost in the woods surrounding it. In the woods, she met a few kids her age and got invited to play hide and seeks with them. However, while she was looking for a hiding spot, she fell into a well and obviously, couldn't get out anymore.

The new friends she made while playing also didn't find her, as they didn't think of checking the well and were busy looking for her until eventually deciding to go get one of their parents for help. At the same time that was happening, the stranger (Hope y'all know who I mean ;D) found her and luckily, helped her out. The thing is, when Eirlys fell into the well, she hit her head a bit too hard and as a result, barely had any memories from before that. After talking with the stranger a bit, who also guided her more to the edge of the forest, she was eventually found by one of the parents of the kids she was playing with.

The stranger mysteriously disappeared without telling her their name. And, since she did not have any recollection of what happened before she fell into the well, there wasn't any place she could be brought back to. So instead, she was then put into an orphanage but soon got adopted by her canon parents!:D

The thing is, the stranger removed any and all traces of magic that she had on her that she could have gotten from her stay at the hotel. And also kind of made her "invisible" to the guardians, so that finding her, would be near impossible. It would wear off the older so got, but even as an adult, it's difficult for the guardians to fully register she's there.

And just like that, Rhun lost xies daughter. When xier came back that night to find Minty and Hairy both panicking about where she is, xier was devastated AND outraged. Instead of wasting much time being angry at them tho, xier immediately went looking for her. Almost every waking moment of xies is spent looking for Eirlys, aside from doing xies regular job and using the teeth to renew the barrier keeping Eos on the moon and the hotel save.

This is very sad indeed D: not to worry though, I do have a little AU in my head on what would have happened if Eirlys/Julia didn't sneak out that day and would have fully grown up with Rhun :DD I'll make a little post about that one day too! For today tho, that was enough headcanons in one post xDD Or maybe I'll write some more headcanons down later, who knows! Anyway, see y'all!:D

#julien bam #songs aus der bohne #zahnfee #mann im mond #julia beautx #julia #headcanons #oskar #minty #hairy

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peachymilkandcream · 13 days ago

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The Captain Pt. 2 | Levi x Evelyn x Female Reader

(A/N: Someone on AO3 asked for a part two, but to be honest I was going to write it anyway. As many of you saw I opened back up requests, however I'm going to be pacing myself a bit more and not pushing myself to write when I don't want to. Meaning, if you submit a request and it takes a while I'll probably get to it eventually, I'm just taking a breather IRL. I might have to stretch this into another part, I got way more into writing this than I thought. Hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: implied/referenced noncon/dubcon, graphic descriptions of violence, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere behaviour/themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, wishing rape upon someone, misogyny, mentions of child abuse, blackmail, murder, stalking, using you this time instead of third person let's try it out, etc.

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You swept out the stables, your mind far away from the task at hand. There was something off about the way Captain and wife had acted when you received your formal reprimand. The spark of anger and defiance that you had seen in Evelyn was all but vanished, all that remained a hollow shell of a person. And those marks...it's possible she had them before, but thinking back to what you overheard from the other side of the door made you think otherwise.

Was the Captain more of a tyrant than you thought initially? You thought it was a stupid idea for Evelyn to marry him in the first place considering his less than stellar personality and social skills, but they claimed to be in love, so of course they should be together. The idea of Levi Ackerman loving anyone but himself seemed far fetched, but who were you to question your superior's love life?

Which is why you shouldn't question it now. That's what you keep telling yourself. Who cares what goes on behind closed doors? It's none of your business, and you could find yourself even deeper on Levi's shit list. Already your muscles ached from all the manual labor he had you do, why push your luck on something that might not even be true? Accusing a superior officer of domestic abuse was no small allegation, Levi could lose his position and reputation by the mere accusation alone if Erwin took it seriously enough. You didn't particularly care for the midget, but you couldn't help but feel guilty if you ruined his life on speculation. You would need definitive proof of his guilt, present it to Commander Erwin and let everything fall where it will.

But why? Why go to all of that? What would you get out of it?

You would help someone in need. Someone who might not have the strength to do it on their own. You had sworn to have your comrades backs in whatever peril may befall them, that they could feel safe and lean on you in a time of need. That's what you were doing now, supporting a comrade who might be in need of rescuing. That aggression Evelyn had shown the day before, was it really anger or a cry for help? She was strong, but you doubted even she could defeat Humanity's Strongest Soldier.

She needed your help.

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"Mrs. Ackerman!"

She stopped as you approached her, an unamused look in her eye. It almost startled you how much she seemed to take after Levi and his expressions. "What is it."

"I just wanted to apologize for my behavior and words yesterday. It was inexcusable to say such things about you as a superior officer or even just as a person. Please forgive me, I let my emotions get the best of me."

Evelyn seemed surprised by your sudden show of remorse for your outburst, but her expression softened ever so slightly, and she nodded in acknowledgement. "You're forgiven, I should apologize for my words as well."

"Please, don't feel the need ma'am, it seemed like you were going through something." That was it, your bait, you hopefully waited to see if she would take it.

She hesitates to answer for only a moment. "I suppose so. Thank you for the apology." She turns and walks away, leaving you feeling slightly disappointed. But you couldn't blame her, what kind of person would open up about marriage troubles, especially possible abuse to a perfect stranger? No, Evelyn seemed like the type who would keep that guarded until she knew she could trust someone. There had to be another way to get her to trust and confide in you.

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It made you ashamed the way you were following her. But how else could you gather evidence if not by observing? If Evelyn wouldn't open up, then what could you do? Going to Levi and asking about it was out of the question, if you were wrong Levi and Evelyn could have serious marriage problems, and if you were right...you didn't want to think about what the aftermath of that could be.

So far nothing too unusual had happened. On the outside they seemed like a normal married couple, although neither showed particular happiness at being with the other. At least on the outside. You almost gave up while following them home, what were you doing? Stalking your superior officers? You were a despicable human being, just because you thought he wouldn't show his true colors at work didn't give you the liberty to harass Captain Levi like this. You were probably just exaggerating what you think you saw in that office, he's probably a really nice man who just happens to be a asshole most of the time.

You didn't notice the strange man who had made a passing remark to the couple until you caught a glimpse at the Captain's glare of fury. You'd seen him angry, but there was a cold and silent rage just simmering below the surface in this expression. The stranger hurried on his way, casting a slightly worried backwards glance at the two.

Odd, but nothing out of the ordinary. Or so you thought until Captain Levi pulled Evelyn rather aggressively into the adjoining alleyway. You hurried your steps but still kept a slight distance to avoid being seen. Once you were close enough you calmed your breathing to overhear. Perhaps they were just going a different way to avoid any unsavory characters, you were being ridiculous.

A half choked cry barely reached your ears before it gave way to angry grunting and dull slaps. You knew what that sound was, and it shook you to your core. What you should have done was rush in there and pull that monster away from her, but like the coward you were you ran away. You ran all the way back to the barracks where you cried into your pillow over what a horrible wretch and coward you were for running away from someone in need. You wanted to block out those sounds forever, but no matter how many times you put your hands over your ears you still couldn't get those sounds out of your head.

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You hadn't slept, plagued by what you hadn't done. During morning inspection you couldn't look Levi in the eye, disgusted with what a brute was in charge of your life. It took everything within you not to scream and rage at him, demanding to know what kind of thoughtless bastard he was. He noticed your change in behavior, but made no comment, acknowledging it with a huff and nothing more as he continued on.

You wanted so badly to march into Commander Erwin's office right now and confess all you had seen and heard, but hearing something alone wasn't enough proof. Levi could find a way to wriggle off the hook with only that as proof of guilt. You would need more evidence, but even now, you couldn't keep this inside much longer. Everything within you was screaming to get this out, but who could you confide in? Everyone admired and adored Captain Levi even if those directly under him cursed his name. Who would believe her if she confessed this? There was only one person.

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As part of your punishment you were given the impossible task of cleaning the Captain's office. Impossible only because he demanded perfection and nothing more, anything less was met with laps and going to bed hungry. That wasn't what terrified you to enter that room, it was the idea of being in such close quarters with that man and holding your tongue.

When you saw it was just Evelyn sitting alone reading relief washed over you. Levi was no where in sight, not only would you not have to see him, but you now you could tell her she wasn't alone, that there was someone who knew her struggle. Maybe you could convince her to go together to Commander Erwin and get him thrown in prison for his crimes.

"Mrs. Ackerman. Is Captain Levi not here?" You asked hesitantly.

"No he is not. He's at a meeting with the Commander, I suggest you get a head start now before he comes back to nitpick you."

You nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Silence reigned for a few more minutes before you pushed your luck.

"If I may ma'am, could I ask you something?"

She seems surprised, raising a brow and lowering her book. "It depends on the question."

"Are you...happy?"

Whether she's simply taken aback or downright angry, you can't tell. This is the second time you've baited her, maybe this time she'll realize it's not just a coincidence.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering ma'am." Better not to reveal your cards all at once, don't force the conversation if you don't have to.

"I suppose as much as a person in my situation could be."

It was another one of her half answers, one that suggested there was more to the story than she was letting on. In her position? What position would that be? It seemed she wasn't going to give you what you wanted, and who knew when Levi would return. You had to lay it all on the table now, before it was too late.

"Forgive me ma'am, but I don't believe you."

"Excuse me?" She seems slightly annoyed now.

"I don't believe you." You took a deep breath, you could get dishonorably discharged for this, but it was worth it. "I heard. Last night in the alley. I heard everything Evelyn." It was your first time using her name, you hoped it would assure her you're a friend, not someone out to get her like Levi.

"What did you hear-" She demands, anger masking what looks like underlying worry.

When you don't speak, giving her the same pitying look she goes pale, your silence confirming what she already knew.

"If you've come to mock me, then I suggest you leave now before I tell Levi of your spying."

"If you told Levi of that, what would he do to you?" You didn't mean for the question to come out, you had just wondered aloud.

"You shut up, I don't need your condescension. I can handle myself, I don't need nosy brats interfering where they don't belong."

She had turned away from you, facing the window, but you could tell why she was behaving like this.

"If I dig too deep, he'll push me until I turn against you. Won't he?"

She stays silent, unmoving. This was no longer the woman you admired, this was an equal who was hurting and had no one on her side.

"What has he done to you?"

Another moment of silence, you were about to give up on her saying anything.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Then help me understand."

She turns to you, a grief-stricken expression on her face.

"Understand what?" The voice comes from behind them, Evelyn quickly turns to school her expression.

You quickly compose yourself and think of a lie. "Help me to understand how to clean these windows without leaving any streaks Captain." You smile wide, willing Levi's suspicious look off his face.

"I see, then why ask her when I can show you how to do it properly." He was eyeing them both, looking for any break in character.

"I suppose you're right Captain. Please, show me how."

"Some other time, you can come back to clean. Dismissed."

"But sir I-"

"I said dismissed."

You gave Evelyn one last look before closing the doors behind you.

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Not long after this encounter a messenger handed you a letter. Staring at it you noted the writing on the envelope: "From the direct office of Captain Levi Ackerman."

This couldn't be good. You opened the letter hesitantly, reading the hastily written scrawl on the paper.

"Attention Cadet."

"It has come to my knowledge that you have taken a special interest in my wife, Mrs. Evelyn Ackerman. While I appreciate any and all attempts at my squad to make her feel welcome and still a part of this regiment despite her absence I am now ordering you to cease communication with her. Such familiarity with one's superior is inappropriate at best and a direct sign of insubordination to me. You report to me, not my wife. If that was not made clear in your interview then I am making it clear now. Harassment of a superior with friendship furthermore is a punishable offence. Consider this your written warning. Further violation will lead to a verbal warning followed by military discipline."

"As for the other matter." There was a black ink stain from where his pen rested too long on the page, as if the idea of what the "other matter" was, gave him pause.

"As for the other matter. I suggest all attempts to investigate where you aren't welcome to cease immediately. Such thoughts and accusations against your superior are of the grossest kind and will not be tolerated. Whatever you think you know, bury it. Or I can promise you that you will not like the consequences."

"Give up. Stop digging or you will regret it."

"Captain Levi Ackerman."

#shingeki no kyojin #levi x oc #levi aot #levi x reader #yandere levi #levi ackerman #attack on titan #break me slowly #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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