#what if i just broke down the walls and screamed 'please accept me. i need to write or i will go insane.' will that be good enough.

[katierosefun]

how bizarre is it that, in a haze, i sign up for info sessions to an mfa program

[hkruu]

Yandere CEO x reader who wants to be your sugar baby?

“CHOOSE ME!”— hkr

\\ silly little yandere guy , manipulation(?) , guilt tripping , murder and violence heavily implied , kidnapping , two faced character , reader is gn as usual //

Obviously Yuri wouldn't give up just because you rejected him. A simple "no" will not be enough, he will never stop unless you finally say those words — it's the only goal he's working towards.

Aside from balancing his CEO status from the company, he thinks it's an easy life, thrilling even. But it doesn't come easily, he can't slip up one bit lest he'll fall down from the reputation he's built for the past 2 years.

It simply wasn't worth it.

But for you? Oh how he wishes he could be pampered by your soft hands, guide him, spoil him, sweet talk him — ah how he yearns to be beside your bed, stroking his hair gently as you talk about your stressful day. It's the perfect world he has envisioned for the both of you.

Yuri isn't about to give up just because you said "no".

Yuri would go to insane lengths just to make you look at him. No, he cannot have you looking at some other good-looking woman or man — you must only look at him. He'll whine about it to you and complain, guilt tripping you into apologizing and you having to sweet talk him so that we won't sulk over it.

You think it's hard work but for Yuri it's the opposite.

Never underestimate him, just because he acts like a total puppy around you does not mean that he won't resort to violent tendencies. Mind you Yuri is a CEO — he has learned all the ways the world works, you need to work hard for the thing you want.

"P-please let me go! I did nothing!" The person screamed angrily, struggling to get out of the chair they've been tied up to.

"Nothing? Why are they ignoring me then?" Yuri looked down at the unfortunate individual, if they hadn't interrupted his precious plan he would've been in their arms by now.

His gaze was piercing before continuing into the night, the ambience of agony has never sounded better in Yuri's ears. It was a pleasure to hear every time he got the chance to do it, whether by kidnapping, torturing, making them commit — it was wall fun.

But you still say no to his advantages.

Why can't you understand that he just wants to be taken care of? It's such a simple request, you don't have to have sex with him, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do.. Yuri doesn't understand.

Yuri is practically crying in front of you, confessing his undying love to you. "Here I am, putting effort into this whole thing while you just bask in my attention.. do you even appreciate things I do for you?" He'd say while sobbing.

Yuri needs you can't you understand? He'll beg you for it, he'll get on his knees. Yuri is desperate and once he gets everything he wants, it's sure that you'll never ever get away from him ever again.

He'll take everything in his hands, make you feel insecure, he needs you to be emotionally dependent on him — that way he'll be the only person you'll turn to when you need someone. You don't need your family, siblings, friends, co-workers, just Yuri.

Yuri assures you that he'll never leave your side just make him yours, take care of him, spoil him, make him happy. It's what he deserves, he went through so much yet you still don't appreciate him? What's wrong with you.

Are you that ungrateful? Be an angel and just say yes and accept his proposal.

Yuri built this dream brick by brick but you broke it down, he will keep rebuilding it for an eternity until you finally accept your role in his story.

Pamper him go ahead, he won't complain. Spoil him all you want, he'll be your doll who will sit still and look pretty for you to look at. Just make sure you don't lose interest, he'll make sure you'll only look at him.

"Have you considered it yet?" Yuri causally asks you, smiling brightly. It was hard to imagine this hard-working CEO to be someone different, he was someone you could trust.

"I'm still thinking about it.." You sheepishly say to Yuri, you don't know why you suddenly feel like a thousand daggers are piercing through you as if there will be consequences to your own actions.

"Please think about it hard. You'll never regret it." He smiles at you.

\\ ahh sorry if it's a bit short ;; I rushed this one because I was behind my writing schedules (I was supposed to post this way earlier). I think this is one of my worst writings yet but uhh I rlly like the story idea! //

[jujutsukatsuki]

11 Minutes || Katsuki x Reader || ANGST

{inspired by 11 minutes by Yungblud, Halsey and Travis Barker}

“Hey, I’m eleven minutes away.” Her voice chimed through his phone once he clicked accept.

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for you, I got 45 minutes of my break left.” He said as he checked the clock that hung on the wall of the coffee shop. They said their goodbyes and hung up. He bounced his leg nervously.

His ear piece started to ring, he pressed it and took the call.

“Dynamite.” His voice was gruff as he spoke, annoyed they bothered him during his break.

“We need you on Hiroshi street, there’s been a car accident and you’re the closest person.” One of his many assistants in his agency said.

He growled “On it.” He sent Y/n a text.

‘Got a call, only 11 minutes from here, I’ll be back asap!’

He took off out the coffee shop and used his quirk to propel himself faster. He could see the smoke from where he was.

~

Her head laid on his chest, the room smelt like sex and vanilla scented candles. Her hand was warm as it brushed over his tattoos that lay on his ribs. Y/n’s hair tickled his skin whenever her head would lightly move.

“You’re so pretty.” She whispered and kissed one of the tattoos gently.

“Oh, shut up.” His face flushed a light pink as he looked away, one hand tickled behind his head while the other laid on the small of her back. Their legs were entangled together as the quiet Saturday afternoon felt calming.

~

He arrived on the scene and as he dashed to the car that was on fire and flipped upside down, a man unconscious against the wheel, a women with her head against the dashboard and a baby in his back seat.

He got the three out just in time as the car had lightly exploded. Bakugou made his way to the second car and froze when he saw her, thrown from the windshield, laying on the ground.

“No.. no..” he whispered and rushed to her.

~

“I’m sorry Y/n.” His voice was cold, callus and calm. He packed up his duffel bag of stuff and was about to leave her for good.

“Please.” She sobbed and reached for him. He took a step back and stared off, eyes watering.

“I’m sorry. Being a pro hero is my dream and I can’t do that if I have distractions.” His heart felt like it was snapping. The sounds of her sobs got louder as she sat on the couch, hands in her hair. Katsuki took one last look at her before he left her apartment for the last time.

~

“Please.” He whispered as he held her body in his arms, her chest wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from various places.

“I’m sorry, please, wake up.” He nearly yelled as he rocked her in his arms lightly.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry, wake up!” He screamed as more tears fell.

“Please!” He sobbed and held her tight. He shielded her lifeless body as the cars exploded once again. Paramedics came over and tried to take her and he wouldn’t let them.

~

“Run the simulation again.” He barked to the tech in the room.

“Running Simulation 214.” The robotic voice spoke.

Bakugou was once again back in the coffee shop getting the call. The simulation broke when the door opened.

“Dude..” Kirishima sighed quietly

“You couldn’t have changed the outcome.” He walked over to his best friend and partner at the agency.

“Yes I could!” Bakugou barked at him. “Get out!”

Kirishima sighed and left as he shook his head.

“He’s right you know.” Bakugou froze and turned to see her. She looked as beautiful as she did the day he met her.

“There was nothing you could have done.” She walked over and put her warm hand on his cheek.

“Please Kat, don’t forget me but don’t torture yourself.” Bakugou leaned into her touch before it disappeared as quick as it came.

“No.. please..” he whimpered and dropped to his knees.

~

“Katsuki.. katsuki~” a gentle voice spike in his ear, he jolted awake with a scream.

“Y/n!” She jumped at the yell before grabbing his face in her warm hands.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay, what’s wrong? Bad dream?” She hummed softly. Bakugou panted as he looked at the girl of his dreams. He gulped air down a few times as he stared at her eyes.

“Yeah..” he nodded before pulling her into a tight hug. He felt her hands rub his back as she hugged back.

“You’re okay, I got you,” she whispered softly.

[soubi122]

His Afterthought

Nothing hurts more than being his afterthought. Characters: Ran, Izana, Sanzu, Hanma, Taiju, South + your favorite assholes lol (does Dabi fit? i just started watching My Hero Academia)

Let me know who your favorites are that fit this scenario.♥️

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, they are jerks, 'friend with benefits', one sided love, no comfort.

Seeing him always made your heart flutter. The way he'd kiss you, touch you and fucked you into the mattress - it was heaven. He'd come to your door well into the night only to get what he wants. Whether he's drunk or not, he always finds a way to destroy you inside and out. Only after he's finished with you does it leave you feeling empty inside. The numbness creeped up on you by the time he shut the door behind him. 

Though he has no romantic feelings for you, he still knocked on your door, he still made you his, he made your heart ache and flutter at the same time. Outside of these 4 walls, you were merely friends and he was free to choose any other woman - but if things didn't work out, he always back tracked. 

With your face pressed against the mattress you could barely breathe as he thrusts his hips into you. A fist full of your hair was tangled between his fingers, he pressed your head harder into the sheets. He was angry and you could feel it. Those feral grunts rumbled in his chest and almost drowned out your own muffled moans. 

“Bitch couldn't even be honest with me.” He says between thrusts. Whatever little relationships he had didn't last, they broke things up when they met the rest of the gang. It was understandable, you were either going to accept him no matter what and become a target or leave it all behind - including him. The girls would opt to leave everything behind, not even giving him a chance to get comfortable. 

“She…fuck…said she didn't care as long as I… Mmh…” He trails off as he feels himself getting closer. The way you would always clench around his length when he was angry, it drove him mad. Despite having women bow at his feet, he hasn't found anyone else to replace this feeling. No one readily opened their door for him like you did, always ready for him - he didn't even need to prep you. Your body already knows what to do when it sees him. 

Your core was burning and reaching its limit. “Ngh…too much! Slow down! Please! Please!” You squeal and try to break free from his grasp. With one hard yank of your hair, he had you up on your knees and your back arching for him. His free hand grips your waist so hard that it was leaving marks, he wasn't letting you go. Tears were now running down your face as he sent you straight to your maker. Your legs were shaking and your moans were now screams of pure pleasure. “Fuck…fuck…” He moans as his pace gets sloppy and he reaches his limit. 

You're both left panting and barely able to catch your breath. Collapsing into the mattress, you take a moment to prepare yourself for what follows next - his leave. “You're such a good little slut.” He says with a smug smirk. His words hurt yet you feel satisfaction at him praising you. By the time you look over your shoulder, he was already getting dressed. “You can stay the night you know… It’s really late.” You say and sit up, using the bed sheet to cover yourself up, the sight in front of you always makes your heart break. You knew there was no point, the man is the danger that lurks in the night.

Without even acknowledging you he begins to walk out the door. “Bye!” You say with venom on your tongue and he waves you off. You throw yourself back into the mattress and clutch your chest, you were tired of this routine yet you always gave into him. You couldn't say no, he was like a drug, a neurotoxin that just numbs your body. It was getting harder to hide your feelings for him. There have been times when you've slipped and end up reprimanded or embarrassed because you didn't know your place. Maybe it was time for you to look for someone who will actually stay the night. 

Several days passed and he hadn't called, texted or even stopped by. Did he really get upset at you for asking for him to stay the night? You checked your phone every couple hours to see if he'd planned to stop by. It was just silent. 

A few days later, you're out on an errand when you run into him, however he's not alone. A woman is draped around his shoulder and a stinging sensation begins to grow in your heart. Remembering your place, you only glance at him - making brief eye contact and don't really acknowledge him. It's a moot point to even do so, the unfazed look on your face hid the cracks that were beginning to spread from your heart. Opting to turn around and avoid getting any closer, you turned on your heels and took another route home. You knew better. It’s always like this. Sleep together, satisfy his urge and he disappears.

The moment you came home, you put everything away and did the rest of the errands so that you could keep your mind busy. However, once the sun set and the light faded - you felt yourself slowly slipping. Pacing your apartment a few times until you settled on the couch, the moment you sat down you felt it. The pain in your chest was slowly getting stronger. It was always like this, the loneliness, the sadness, the ache in your heart that couldn’t be soothed away by anything or anyone. Hot tears were now streaming down your face, you hated it. You hated the pathetic feeling of jealousy and love. As much as you wanted to deny this feeling, you knew in your heart that you loved him. There have been times when you've doubted these feelings, trying to convince yourself that it's only physical, that he doesn’t see you as anything more than just a fuck buddy. A convenient pussy to use and abuse.

[that-tmr-girl]

Kinktober (Day 6)

Breakup sex, Teresa

(Oral, strap on)

Teresa and I would be together now if it wasn't so complicated. I mean a WCKD worker and one of their subjects is not a good match. I thought she would know that and accept it just as well as I did.

When she showed up to my room asking to talk though, it was clear she didn't.

Then again, I let her in. Maybe because of the temptation. The dangerous, dangerous temptation of the girl I’m not supposed to have.

She made herself comfortable, sitting on my bed and looking up at me.

“We broke up for a reason-”

“But that reason definitely wasn't sex.”

Of all the things I expected her to say, that wasn't one of them.

“What?”I asked.

“I need you. We don't have to be anything, but I think about you all the time. I want you so badly.”

“You’ll find someone else,”I promised.

“You don't understand. Nobody could ever touch me the way you can.”

“Teresa-”

“Please, baby? I need you,”She sighed, looking me up and down in a way that sent shivers down my spine. My breath hitched in my throat as I found myself undressing, my body giving in despite by brains protests. I mean I can't say I haven't thought about her, that I haven't touched myself to her.

She pulled her clothes off, unzipping her jeans before throwing her shirt off, revealing my favorite matching black set, with the lace.

“I wore it just for you,”She drew out, unclipping her bra and showing off her perfect breasts. I barely got time to admire them though before she was taking the panties off and spreading her legs as she laid on my bed.

Biting my lip, I tore the rest of my clothes off before getting on my knees. Grabbing her legs, I hooked them around my shoulders as I buried my face inside of her pussy. She moaned as she wrapped her thighs around my head, arching her back and pushing her hips more towards me. Plunging my tongue deep inside of her, I started humming.

Moaning louder, she carelessly pulled my hair as she came. Still, she kept her grip, making me swallow her liquids as she came on my face. Keeping my mouth open, I swallowed but didn't care to get it all. I look better covered in her cum anyway.

When she finished she released my face. I pushed her legs off of me and stood up, waiting for her to tell me what to do next. After all, she came to me.

“Do you still have it?”She panted.

Nodding, I grabbed the strap on from my dresser and put it on. Getting on top of her, I held her down by her shoulders as I penetrated her with the toy, watching her tits bounce each time I fucked her. Groaning, I listened to her high pitched moans as she threw her head back, taking it.

“You wanted to be fucked? Well, this is me fucking you,”I groaned, wrapped her legs around me. She started breathing heavier as the sound of the toy against her slick walls echoed around the room.

“I’m cumming!”She cried, throwing her head back again.

“That's right. Be a good girl and cum on the toy,I ordered.

She moaned again before her lips parted. Strangled sounds left her as I increased my thrusts. Her eyes rolled to back of her head as she finished, spilling all over the toy.

“Now me,”I ordered as I pulled out. Still breathing heavily, she stood up by me as I pulled the strap on off and gave it to her.

The second she had around her she bent me over the bed and started fucking me, thrusting into me with everything she had. Because her cum was still on the toy, she did so with ease, carelessly railing me from behind. I moaned into the mattress as I took it, my eyes shut as I savored the feeling of it being used on me again. Especially mixed with her cum, leaving me so wet I was already spilling down my thighs.

“Teresa! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”I screamed into the mattress, clenching around the toy.

“Do it. Cum the way you want to,”She groaned.

As she thrust into me again, I desperately grabbed the sheets as I did what was told of me, reaching my climax. Breathing heavily, I laid there as she pulled out.

I didn't get a break though as she grabbed me and turned me around, spreading my legs before penetrating me again, causing me to cling to her shoulders, burying my face in her tits.

Breakup sex probably isn't healthy, but damn, it sure is fun.

[tamales78]

Series: Teacher!Slenderman X OC!Reader

Chapter 5

Warning: Teacher X Student relationship, College Teacher & Student, Mention & use of drugs, smut 18+, reader is 21, Semi-Public Sex,

Summary: Amelia is used to being a straight-A student since middle school. Her English teacher Professor Slender grades her an F after discovering she used AI. How will she be able to keep her good grades? And have the English teacher do her favors?

"Shut up!" Slender groaned slamming into her clenching hole as he pressed her face to the drooled pillow.

"Keep on screaming and I'll stop. Will you stop being so loud?"

Amelia nods unable to form any words due to the intense pleasure that flooded her whole body and soul. Slender chuckles pulling her by the makeshift ponytail he had been holding onto her since she sucked him dry.

"Use your words, darling."

"Y-Yes-shit." She squeaked feeling him slam harder into her.

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, P-proffesor."

Slender nods pulling her face up at his, and smirks at her cock-drunk face. Before Amelia knew it he slowly let go of his strong hold on her hair.

“Should I let you finish? I don’t think I should after the little stunt you pulled,” He growled slamming harder, nearly making Amelia cry out in both pleasure and pain.

“I’m sorry!” She cried out feeling her peak.

“Do you mean it? Or do you just want to come?”

“Please! I promise I won’t talk back to you in class!”

Slender chuckles digging his fingers into her hips, and definitely leaving bruises. His pace quickened taking Amelia to a whole another level of pleasure she didn’t even know was capable of.

Her eyes rolled back in estacy making her professor chuckle darkly as he pinched her clit, and drawing a cry.

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“Next time respect me in class and maybe I won’t go too hard as I did,” Slender lectured Amelia as he buttoned his dress shirt, meanwhile she slipped back her panties.

“I don’t know I kind of liked how hard you went.”

Amelia giggles making Slender scoff as he turned around to smirk at her comment. Maybe he should go that hard again.

“Still want me to buy you that coffee?”

“Of course! You know I will never not accept that offer!”

Slender chuckles shaking his head as he tried to tie his tie.

“Need help?”

Slender shakes his head still attempting.

“Here,” Amelia jumped off her bed walking to her professor and pulling his tie.

“There’s a certain way I like it-“

“If I untied it then I can tie it back,” she smirked successfully tying it.

“How did you?-“

“I’m a quick learner, professor.”

Slender chuckles grabbing his coat as he turned to the window and see it was still raining outside. Amelia snuggled closer to him as she also enjoyed looking at the rain.

“How about I take you out to eat?” He asks putting his coat back on.

“You sure? What happens if someone sees us? Won’t you get in trouble?”

Slender shakes his head reassuring Amelia that they wouldn’t get caught. God, he loved how she worried about him.

“You choose the place,” She smiled softly giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Steak and wine it is.”

Slender grabs Amelia kissing her and almost fucked her when he pinned her to the wall.

“W-Wait! I need to change!”

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“You sure no one will notice us?” Amelia asked as she walked to their table while holding Slender’s arm.

“A broke college student wouldn’t bring anyone to a place where they have a VIP section,” Slender chuckles as there taken to their own booth.

“Yea, I know but what if somebody you know-“

“I have my ways,” He smirks helping her sit down.

“Plus, why did you think I asked for a table far away from everyone else?” Slender chuckles caressing her inner thigh.

“I never thought you would be this freaky, Professor.”

Amelia giggles caressing his hand as it traveled between her legs. However, at the sound of their waiter approaching he quickly pulled away drawing a whine from Amelia.

“Hi, my name is Eva and I’ll be your server for today,” the young woman smiles handing the both of them the menus.

“Do you have a drink in mind? Or do you wish for me to come later?”

“Bring us the Barolo Riserva Monofortino.”

“In glasses or bottle?”

“The whole bottle,” Slender nods waiting for the waitress to leave.

When she finally leaves his hand travels back to Amelia’s inner thigh. A soft quiet moan leaves her lips the moment he begins playing with her clit.

“H-Here?” She whimpers softly biting onto her bottom lip.

Slender nods looking at the menu as his fingers began scissoring Amelia.

“Look at the menu and try to not make it too obvious.”

Amelia nods taking the menu to hide her face and expressions. Slender chuckles humoring himself as she tried to hold back and hide how he was finger fucking her.

“You close?” He whispered biting her ear softly.

Amelia nods unable to form any words.

Slender chuckles pulling away before Amelia could reach her climax. However, he looked around making sure no one was near and went under the table.

“S-Slender!” She whisper shouted at feeling him rip her panties, before feeling him eat her out.

She held onto the expensive table cloth. Amelia opened her legs further wanting him to have more access.

“You okay, miss?” The waitress asked putting down the glasses, and bottle.

“Y-Yea, why do you a-ask?”

“You seem very red.”

“O-Oh, I’m just h-hot. That’s all,” Amelia fake smiles trying to hide the fact that she was being eaten out by her teacher .

“Are you ready to order? Or do you wish to wait till your partner comes back?”

“Wait!” Amelia nods as the waitress walked away confused.

“H-Hurry up,” Amelia whispered before finally meeting her peak. Slender crawled out licking her juices up, and wiped the remaing with a napkin.

“Just had to have a taste before drinking the wine,” he chuckled serving the both of the wine.

Moments later the waitress came to ask for their order, and after they ordered Amelia expected the rest of the date to go smoothly. However, as they waited she immediately noticed how close Slender had gotten to her.

By this point she was almost sitting on his lap, and was practically fondling her ass.

“Again?” She sighed as she felt Slender slowly raise her dress enough for him to have some access to her dripping core.

“Just keep an eye out,” he said kissing her cheek and unzipping his pants before pulling his cock out.

Amelia held her breath at feeling Slender enter her, and bit her lip as he slowly bounced her on his cock. A soft moan left her lips when he began kissing her neck and even kissing her lips.

“We need to hurry…” she whines grabbing onto his arm.

“Fuck-you look so damn gorgeous with this dress on,” he smiled kissing Amelia and looking up to make sure nobody was coming.

Thank god, he choose the booth farther away from everyone else.

However, the atmosphere immediately changed when the waitress came holding their food and yelped at seeing them fucking.

[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Day 8, Day 26, alt prompt

“Don’t lie to me.” | Rage | Choke | “Don’t make me say it again.” | “This is your last chance.” | Drowning

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Contains: lady whump, slapping, choking, death wish, suicidal ideation, verbal threat alluding to noncon/SA

WC: 860

Yes, Your Highness

The soldiers threw her at the prince’s feet.

“What’s going on here?” His voice was callous, cold. Swallowing, knowing she would find no mercy here, the maidservant sat up but remained on her knees. She did not dare to stand. Or to speak.

“The little pup’s finally learned to bite,” the soldier said. When she glanced up, he pointed to his reddened, lacerated face. “She was planning to run.”

It was ludicrous, the suggestion that she would try to flee without her brother. The prince knew that, too, yet he still made a spectacle of accepting the broken bracelet and inspecting it as if he couldn’t immediately tell its magic was gone or that it was not the one that stopped her from running away.

“Tell me.” His unfeeling, frigid splinter of a voice made her shiver. “How did this happen?”

“I don’t know,” she said, choosing half-truth. How had the food taster severed the prince’s magic and ended up with the charm in his hand? It made little sense, yet she was certain it was he who’d done it. As for why and how…

Of that, she understood nothing.

His jaw tightened. “Don’t you dare lie to me. How was this damaged?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do I look like a fool to you? You do know. Do not make me ask you again.”

She shook her head.

He did exactly as she expected, driving in the jagged blade he knew would make her crumble. “This is your last chance to tell the truth before I invite your brother into this conversation. If I do, it will become decidedly less friendly—and I will become decidedly less patient. Who broke this?”

Tears slid down her cheeks. “I did.”

His rage exploded then—an eruption of fury and physical strength, a hand across her cheek, a roar of frustration that sent her reeling. “How stupid do you think I am? Who broke the curse on this?”

Choking back her sobs, she said, “Please—he’s just—he’s just no one—a farm boy—a peasant—a food taster—he didn’t even mean to, I don’t think—”

She realized then what she’d done: already capitulated.

He hadn’t even needed to involve her brother.

The prince stilled. “Ah. So that’s his little talent, is it?” When she didn’t answer, he commanded, “You will tell me exactly what happened. Now.”

Pleadingly, she stammered, “But…but why? What do you want with him? What are you going to do?”

His wrath returned, thoroughly unabated. With a snarl, he wrenched her upwards, one hand tangled in her hair. Her bones seemed to crack and crunch when he flung her against the wall, eliciting a shriek of pain, but her voice died as his fingers snaked around her throat.

“One little broken trinket,” he breathed, “and you’ve gotten it into your head that you get to question me. Disobey me. Have you forgotten? I own you. You do as I say, and you do not hesitate. It’s Yes, Your Highness, and nothing else.”

Yes, Your Highness. Three words. So simple. So tempting.

She spat, “You’re just angry that a poor nobody from the north outsmarted your magic without realizing it. Without even trying.”

The fingers around her throat squeezed, and she tried to scream. To cough, to kick, to do anything, but all she could feel was swelling panic and the burning, drowning, ballooning terror of can’t breathe—can’t breathe—can’t breathe—

The squeezing ceased.

She dropped, nearly senseless, when he let go. Towering over her, he waited with his arms crossed as she sputtered and sobbed and wheezed.

“All you know,” he said simply, watching her struggle to regain her breath.

She told him.

In a voice weak and rasping, she spilled the food taster’s secrets.

She could only assume that she sent him to his doom—and condemned herself to her own.

“Good girl,” he said when she’d finished, and she pressed a shaking hand to her lips, nauseous with shame.

She should have drowned herself in the pond or pricked her finger with those poisonous blooms when she had the chance. Why had she allowed her resolve to falter?

Even after all these years, she was still the same old coward she’d always been.

“Still,” said the prince softly, “I think you need to be taught a lesson. A reminder of your place. Don’t you?”

To the floor, she whispered, “Yes, Your Highness.”

Crouching next to her, he tutted, then slid a finger beneath her chin, grazing her smarting skin that would be bruised with handprints within the hour. Heaving an impatient sigh, he tilted her face upwards until she looked him in the eye. “Louder.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” she choked.

He smiled. Pulled his hand away. Stood.

Turned to the soldiers.

“I have more important things to attend to,” he said smoothly, “so I’ll entrust this punishment to you.”

As if jolted awake by the crash of thunder, the maidservant leapt up, a sudden and deafening refrain of run, run, run ringing in her ears.

Eager, iron-strong hands held her fast.

“Do whatever you want with her. She’s all yours.”

June of Doom Masterlist

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@juneofdoom

All my writing is original. Feel welcome to interact/comment/reblog. Pls don’t steal or repost.

[phi4mars]

complicated (part 2)

velvet x fem! reader

tw: mentions of depression, anxiety and sh.

i will put a ⚠︎︎ when the subject is mentioned

꧁………….꧂

a week has passed after the incident. y/n had blocked velvet. her heart broke. y/n always was in love with her, she fell first. life felt different, she felt empty, useless even. everyday was a repeat. wake up, and survive the day. she had relapsed.

all y/n would wonder is why did this happen? what did she do? what CAN she do now?

she hasn’t been active on any social media, ghosted veneer and basically everyone. it sounds dramatic but all it takes for someone to feel like this is one person leaving. the person who was everything to her, it’s hard loving someone who doesn’t love you back.

~~

velvets pov:

“vel come on, she hasn’t answered me in days, i’m getting worried about her!” veneer shouted at me from across the room.

“and you think i’m not worried? i feel horrible! she fucking blocked me!!” i screamed back, my eyes were puffy, i hadn’t slept since what happened.

“she hasn’t been online for a week, i think we need to check on her, do you still have that key?” veneer asked me referring to her apartment key.

“yeah i do, but we can’t just rock up to her house!” i said.

���we can and right now i think that is what we need to do” he said grabbing the key.

~~ ⚠︎︎

it was late at night, y/n sat in the bathroom, her finger tracing over her old scars. tears rolling down her face as she hyperventilated, she dropped her head in her knees and just cried. the anxiety took over her as the panic attack continued.

she cried and cried, if tears drops could be bottled there would be swimming pools filled by just her.

~~

the sound of traffic filled velvets ears as her brother drove through the streets, every turn closer to the girl she ached to see.

would y/n want to see her?

the siblings arrived at the apartment complex, sprinting up the floors reaching y/n’s door.

velvet knocked at the door, no answer. the door was unlocked. veneer opened the door and walked inside velvet followed behind him.

the faint sound of crying could be heard from y/n’s bathroom. velvet made her way through the apartment arriving at the bathroom door.

“y/n?” she asked quietly.

the sound of crying was replaced with panic.

“it’s me, please let me in” she begged.

the door opened revealing y/n, she looked horrible, not in a nasty way but in a draining way. her face was drained from colour, eye bags drooping under her eyes.

tears started spilling down her cheeks as she started to close the door. velvet stopped it quickly and took the mentally unstable girl into her arms.

they sat on the floor leaning against the wall for a few silent moments before y/n spoke up.

“what the hell did i do?” she asked referring to what happened between them.

“nothing baby, nothing, it was all me i’m so sorry i should have never said anything.” she said stroking the broken girl’s hair.

“i love you y/n, i always have, realising that has been the hardest thing i have ever been through, i hurt you and i will never forgive myself for that. i don’t expect you to answer, i know you don’t feel the same way but it’s okay, i’ve accepted that” she said looking into y/n’s eyes.

“i love you too.” y/n said faintly as she grabbed the green haired girl’s face pulling her in.

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ahh, guys i am so sorry this took so long and it’s a bit short.

i hope you liked it and i hope you enjoyed the billie eilish references 🫣

i wanted to thank you all for so much support and love!!

ily

[loslentesdepedrito]

Broken Bottle, Broken Heart

Characters: Jack Daniels ‘Agent Whiskey’ and Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales 

Word count: 3.4k+

Rating: 18+ no explicit content but I'd rather not have minors read these type of subjects. Warning contains spoilers, but please read if you'd like!!! They are below the cut

Summary: You go to Jack's house, expecting a perfect evening with him, but instead you are met with hostility when Jack accuses you of stealing his deceased wife's necklace. His words break you, and then seven years later, he’s back.  

Warnings: angst, topics of death and mourning, language used by the characters is harsh and contains strong emotions, lines can definitely be viewed as emotional abuse, pregnancy mention. Hope I didn't leave anything out!

As you entered Jack's house, the sweet aroma of his favorite dish filled the air. The table was already set for two, and you couldn't help but smile as you imagined a perfect evening with the man you loved.

"Hey, cowboy," you called out, looking around for him.

Getting no reply from him, you walked towards the hallway. He was rummaging through the closet, and it seemed like he wasn't finding what he was looking for. You asked him what he was looking for, but he snapped at you with a harsh tone that sent chills down your spine.

"Where’s her necklace?” Jack grits out and you can tell he’s panicking over this necklace.

What is he talking about? You wondered. “What necklace?” you ask 

“Why does it matter to you? I bet you stole it. It's not like you care about her, or me for that matter," he said bitterly.

You were taken aback by his words. Of course, you cared about him. You loved him with all your heart. But before you could even ask what the hell he was talking about, he continued his outburst.

"You're just a replacement for her, you know that? You're here to fill the void she left behind. But you could never measure up to her. You could never be her," he spat.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized what was happening. Jack doesn’t love you. He was using you to mourn his deceased wife. You were just a temporary fix until he could move on.

The way he said those words, with such venom and hatred, broke something inside of you. You could feel your heart splintering and your spirit breaking.

"I don't understand what you're saying, Jack," you managed to whisper, trying to hold back the sobs that were threatening to escape.

"You don't understand? You're not like her, and you never will be. You're just a pathetic imitation," he said, his voice growing louder and angrier.

You tried to speak, to defend yourself, but your words were choked with sobs. You didn't want to believe that Jack could be so cruel. He said he cared about you. You didn't want to accept that you were just a rebound. That you meant nothing to him. But his words made it clear that you were nothing to him.

His eyes are red when he screams at you “Leave! I don’t ever wanna see you again.”

“No, Jack. Let’s talk about this.” You get closer to him and the intense smell of whiskey hits your nose. 

“I fucking told you to get out! I don’t need you. I will never need anything from you.” Jack said with bloodshot eyes, and his voice slurred with the effects of the alcohol. His face contorted with anger as he shouted at you, his words laced with venom and bitterness. The tension in the room was palpable, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

As you tried to reason with him, he grabbed the whiskey bottle and held it tightly in his hand. You could see his knuckles turn white from the force of his grip, and your heart sank as you realized what was about to happen. ‘No, please don’t do it, please don’t break it.’ 

Without warning, he hurled the bottle against the wall with all his might. It shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, sending a spray of amber liquid in every direction. You jumped back, startled by the sudden explosion of glass and liquor. 

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the house, and the smell of alcohol filled the air. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and your breathing became ragged and quick. You could feel your hands trembling with fear as you gazed at the broken glass and liquor that now covered the floor. Jack stood there, breathing heavily, his chest heaving with anger and frustration. He looked at you with eyes that burned with fury, and you knew that there was no reasoning with him. At that moment, you were terrified of Jack. you had never seen him like this before, and you didn't know what he was capable of.

Every muscle in your body was tense as you tried to keep yourself together. A voice inside was telling you to run and get as far away from him as possible, but another was asking you to stay; To make sure Jack was okay. Paralyzed in fear, you felt like you were walking on eggshells, afraid that any wrong move could set him off again. You could feel your heart racing and your breath coming in short gasps as you tried to calm yourself down.

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you backed away from him. All you could think about was ‘It broke into a million pieces. It’s shattered beyond repair, and there was no going back’ 

With a heavy heart, you turned to leave, your steps were unsteady, and your feet felt heavy as if you were wading through mud. You felt like you were being watched like Jack was still hovering over you, even though he was several feet away. Every sound made you jump, every shadow made you flinch. It was like the fear had settled into your bones, and you couldn't shake it off. You kept glancing over your shoulder, half-expecting him to come running after you, and half-hoping he would. But he never did.

Finally, you made it outside, and you took in a deep breath of fresh air, your heart still racing. As you walked out into the cold night, You felt like you were leaving a part of yourself behind. You didn't know how you could ever forget this.

Seven years later

As you sat in your home office, surrounded by ancient texts and artifacts, you heard a knock at the front door. You got up to answer it, only to find Jack standing on your doorstep. Your heart raced as you felt anger bubbling up inside you. You had moved on with your life after he cruelly pushed you out of it seven years ago. You had built a family with Frankie, and you didn't need Jack to come barging in and disrupt it all.

"It's good to see you," he said softly. 

You snorted, "Is it really? After everything you did, you just expect me to help you? I’m assuming you need my help. Why else would you show up out of the blue? Didn't you say 'I don't need you. I will never need anything from you. I never want to see you again.' You may have forgotten, but I never forget things," you spat at him as you stood with your arms folded tightly across your chest. Fuck you were going to slap this man. You were going to drop-kick his ass, but before you could further imagine his demise you saw his guilt-ridden expression. 

Jack hung his head, looking ashamed. "I know I messed up baby, and I'm sorry. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jack shuffled his feet. "I should have come to you sooner, baby, I know that now. But I've thought about you every day for the past seven years. I should have run after you, I should have looked for you. But I was scared. I should have told you how I felt about you sweetheart.” 

You raised an eyebrow. "And how did you feel about me?"

He looked at you, his eyes searching yours. "I loved you, dammit. I- I love you more than anything baby."

"What the hell do you need from me?" you asked, relenting slightly.

"I um... I need some classified documents translated. I know you're the best in the field, and I need someone who will be discreet," Jack explained.

Taking your silence as too much he started to explain himself. "I thought you stole my ex-wife's necklace," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I couldn't find it anywhere, and then her sister had it. I'm sorry, I should have trusted you. I should have known you’d never steal from me."

You didn't respond, feeling the anger still simmering inside you. But when you heard the sound of the car pulling up into the driveway, you knew you had to compose yourself.

Unsure if you wanted to get involved in his mess again, you hesitated in giving him an answer. “Okay, you need to stop with the pet names. I’m mar-” Before you could tell him you’re happily married and give him an answer about the job, the sound of the car doors opening interrupted your conversation.

"¡Mami, ya llegué de la school!" (“Mom, I’m back from school!”)  your daughter called out, her voice echoing through the front of the house. You felt relief flood through you as you saw her, happy and carefree, running towards you. Frankie followed closely behind, and his face instantly contorted with anger when he saw Jack.

Frankie knew you could handle yourself, but he still worried about you. He knew you too well, he knew that seeing Jack again was hurting you. 

“Mija, entra a la casa y ve a jugar con tus muñequitas y carritos arriba,” (“Mija, go inside the house and play with your dolls and cars upstairs”) Frankie spoke to his daughter in a soft tone as he gently touched the top of her head. 

Everything was in slow motion for Jack when he saw your daughter. His heart was racing as he watched your daughter run towards you, her hair bouncing in the sunlight. She looked so much like you, but there was something about her that made Jack's heartache. He couldn't quite put his finger on it at first, but then he saw it - the shape of her eyes, the curve of her lips. They were just like his own. He couldn't help but wonder, was she his? Had he missed out years of her life, never knowing that he had a daughter? The thought made him feel sick to his stomach, and he had to take a deep breath to keep from hyperventilating.

“Hi, cowboy! Bye, cowboy!” Your daughter told Jack as she zoomed past him excited to go play.

What pulled him out of his trance was also heartbreaking. “This is my husband Frankie, Frankie you already know who he is,” You point towards Jack, watching as his eyes widened and then darted to your left hand, where your wedding ring glinted in the light... ‘Fuck’ he thought. Of course, you’re married. You were such an amazing person. He was an idiot to push you away. 

Frankie's arms wrapped around you tightly, his warm embrace a comfort against the tumultuous emotions stirring within you. His lips pressed softly against yours, and for a moment, you forgot that Jack was even there. You melted into the kiss, savoring the taste of him, the feeling of his body against yours. It was a familiar comfort, a reminder of everything you had built together.

But as quickly as it began, the kiss ended, when Frankie pulled away to face Jack "Let’s go inside. I don't want to cause a scene out here,” your husband gently led you inside, followed by Jack. 

Jack stepped into your home and paused, taking a deep breath. The scent of a home-cooked meal wafted through the air, filling his nostrils and stirring his appetite. He looked around, his eyes taking in the space, and he couldn't help but notice the bookcases lining the walls. They were filled with ancient texts, tomes, and artifacts - a reflection of your passion for history and knowledge. Jack felt a pang of regret as he remembered how he used to love listening to you talk about history and archaeology.

His eyes wandered around the room, scanning the pictures on the walls. There were several family photos - one of you, your husband, and your daughter all huddled together on the beach, another of the three of you smiling brightly at a family gathering. Jack's heart sank as he realized that he could have been in those pictures. He could have been a part of your family.

He continued to inspect the room, taking in the little details that he had missed out on. The vibrant, hand-woven rug that you picked up in Peru. The small figurines on the mantelpiece that you had collected from your travels. Every item in the room told a story, and Jack felt a sense of longing to be a part of those stories once again.

As he stood there, taking everything in, he felt a lump form in his throat. He had let you go, pushed you away, and now he was just an outsider looking in. He couldn't help but wonder how things could have been different if he had just been honest with you and if he had fought for you. He had missed out on so much - your laughter, your love, your family.

With a heavy heart, Jack turned to you, his eyes filled with regret. "You have a beautiful home," he said softly. But even as he spoke the words, he knew that he could never be a part of it again.

Jack’s restraint broke when he saw the picture of your daughter as a newborn. Jack's teary eyes searched for answers. "Is she mine?" he asked, his voice quivering with emotion.

Without hesitation, you replied, "No."

"How old is she?" Jack pressed on.

"She's six," Frankie, answered with a calm yet firm voice.

Jack's eyes widened as he calculated the dates in his head for the first time. "So, she could be mine?" he asked, his voice tinged with hope.

Frankie's eyes narrowed as he shot Jack a sharp look. "No, she's my daughter," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Jack looked ready to lash out, his fists clenching at his sides. "But biologically speaking, is she mine? She looks an awful lot like me," he insisted.

"She looks like Frankie too," you interjected, snapping at the man who hurt you so long ago.

"But biologically speaking, I don't know," you added, wanting to be honest.

"I met Frankie right after you kicked me out," you said, your voice trembling with memories you'd rather forget.

Jack's expression turned sour. "Oh, so you spread your legs for the first man you saw," he accused. He knew it was hypocritical of him as he reverted to his old ways the same night he kicked you out. 

Frankie's temper flared as he grabbed Jack by the collar and pushed him against the wall. "You don't get to judge her for seeking comfort in someone else," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Jack flinched, feeling the weight of Frankie's words. "She loved you, you know," Frankie continued. "But you never deserved her. You took advantage of her while still grieving. She was in love with you from the moment she met you, and you didn't even trust her."

"Do you even remember what you said to her? How much you hurt her?" Frankie asked, his voice rising with each word. "Because she couldn't forget. She would cry every day when she remembered how quickly you threw her away like she didn't matter. But she is not a replacement and she didn't deserve to be treated as such."

"That little girl is my daughter, got that?" Frankie said, his eyes burning with fierce protectiveness. "I don't care if she may not be biologically mine. I didn't even want a paternity test because I know she's my little girl."

"I've been there since my wife started getting pregnancy symptoms, when she took a pregnancy test, when she took 5 more, when she went to her first appointment, when she first heard my daughter's heartbeat," Frankie said, listing off each milestone with pride. "When my little girl grew every day in my wife's womb, when my princess first kicked, when my wife craved all sorts of street food at 2 am, when our daughter was born, when she first rolled over, when she first crawled, when she took her first steps, when she said her first words, when she had a fever that wouldn't break, when she broke her leg, when she was scared of her first day at school, when she graduated pre-k and kinder. I've always been that little girl's dad."

Silence hung in the air as Jack absorbed Frankie's words. He looked at you and then at Frankie, his face a mix of regret and resignation. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Frankie's grip on Jack's collar loosened, and he took a step back, and he sent you a look. You knew what he was thinking. It’s something you discussed together before- what if Jack found out about your daughter and came back for her? Although, you thought he would demand a paternity test. As the years went by, the possibility of his return diminished and you and Frankie stopped discussing the possibility. You certainly weren’t expecting him to turn up now. 

You had never expected Jack to show up at your doorstep, but here he was. "Give me your phone number," you said, your voice distant and cold. "We'll get back to you as soon as we figure out a plan." The words slammed into him like a ton of bricks, and his heart dropped into his stomach. He knew that things would never be the same again.

Jack could feel the weight of your words bearing down on him as you continued to speak. "I don't think it's a good idea to introduce you to our daughter as her father just yet," you said quietly. "However, you might only see her on special occasions, such as birthdays." Jack knew he should be thankful. It wasn't certain your daughter was his because she could have been Frankie's. Even if she was Frankie’s, it would be his only opportunity to be a father figure, and he would take it.

And then came the crushing blow. "I'm not going to let you hurt her, Daniels," You said, your voice rising with anger. "Your words... they have the power to make you feel weak, pathetic like you don't matter. I am not going to expose my daughter to that. I don't care if you didn't mean to hurt me. You said those words. I need to make sure you’re not capable of saying something like that to my daughter."

Jack felt a lump form in his throat as he remembered the fight that had led to this moment. The hurtful things he had said to you, the things he wished he could take back. He had never meant to hurt you, but he had, and now he was facing the reality of it.

"Did you know I still flinch around loud noises?" You continued, your voice shaking with emotion. "I'm sorry if you think I'm keeping her from you, but I'm doing this for her own good. She already has a dad who loves her so much. I don't want to break that bond."

Jack felt a wave of jealousy wash over him as he thought about another man raising his daughter. He wanted to be the one to hold her when she cried, to teach her how to ride a bike, to be there for all of her firsts. But he knew that it wasn't meant to be.

"When she gets older, we can tell her about you," You said, your voice softening slightly. "We always planned to be honest with her, and if she wanted to look you up, we weren't going to stop her."

As Jack walked away, he couldn't help but think of all the things he had lost. The chance to be a father, the love of a woman he had hurt, and the sense of belonging that he had always had with you. He was a man adrift, lost in a sea of his own mistakes and regrets. He could only hope you could forgive him one day. 

As soon as Jack left, you turned to Frankie, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. "Why did he have to come back now, after all these years?" you asked him, your voice choked with emotion. Frankie took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "I don't know, baby. But I won't let him hurt you again or our princess. Todo estará bien amor, ya lo veras," (Everything will be okay my love, you’ll see) he said firmly.

Note: I have been writing for plenty of fictional characters for years, including Pedro’s characters. However, this is my first time publishing anything I’ve written. This was intended to be a series, but I ended up writing one part. Apologies for any mistakes, I don’t have a second reader. It’s just me double checking within seconds! 

[quartzalynlove]

Die Trying

Pairing: Cloud x reader

Summary: it was chaos at the pillar, but why did you have to caught in it

Warnings: angst

A/n: got this prompt (and probably a lot of future ones) from a finish the story book I have

Maybe it was faith, maybe stubbornness, maybe something else. Maybe you didn't know the risks. But still, he had to admire how you wouldn't leave him behind.

The pillar was coming down, and Reno and Rude were berating what was left of Avalanche with every last shot they had. It was just you and Cloud. Biggs and Jessie didn't make it, and you were still searching for Barret. You all knew trying to stop Shinra from dropping the plate was a suicide mission, but the Avalanche motto was "save the planet or die trying". The group had taken a few hard lumps in the past, but they were all bruises compared to this.

Biggs was like a brother to you, Jessie was your best friend, and Cloud, pinned beneath a collapsed wall with dust invading his pressured lungs. He was the best thing that ever happened to you. The two of you were inseparable before he became a soldier. Once he left, you began to realize how deeply you cared for him. Tifa was a saint for staying with you all those anxious nights you stayed up worrying about what could happen on the battlefield. You even prayed on occasion, but no gods could help you now.

The battlefield was overseen but never interfered. You could feel the eyes of gods watching as your hands cut and scraped against the debris suffocating Cloud. Neither of you were sure how long you had been there, but he knew it was too long.

You strained yourself, crying in pain, but the wreckage wouldn't budge.

Cloud saw the tears streaming down your face as he struggled to breathe with broken bones and collapsing lungs. He coughed from the dust that still hadn't cleared before finding your eyes. Although they were broken, begging please with their red tint, the love still remained. He was glad he would see it one final time.

"Find Barrett." Cloud rasped from under you.

You quit struggling with the rubble and looked down at him in disbelief. You should've known Cloud would pull something like this, try to make you leave. It was a miracle you didn't lose him the first time, and by every higher power you could name you wouldn't lose him now.

"Yeah, right, you're coming with me." Your hands returned to the wall that still wouldn't move.

"Y/N," his voice was weak and it sent a chill running through your bones. "If we both die here, the mission wouldn't mean anything."

Why didn't he think that you knew that. To hell with the mission; you couldn't do anything without Cloud. You needed him. You loved him.

"Stop," your voice broke as you screamed. "Don't do this, Cloud, don't make me leave you!"

You couldn't will your arms to lift again, and you collapsed onto fallen wall, sobbing. Cloud watched you sadly from underneath.

"Save the planet or die trying"

You hadn't lived under that mantra for long, but the words had coursed through his bloodstream for a long time now, and it was time for him to see the end.

After letting out all of your tears, you sat defeated on the floor, your eyes lost and confused. You looked at Cloud.

"It's alright, Y/N," he had the audacity to sound so content, so accepting. It wasn't fair.

The limited and dust filled air was finally bringing Cloud to his end. He look at you one last time, the last image he wanted in his head before it all went black.

"I love you."

You sniffled, squeezing your eyes shut as if you'd open them again and he would be fine, but that wasn't the case.

"I love you too."

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Servitude pt2

(Yandere Jonathan X female reader)

Jonathan had looked all across the castle for you after he'd dealt with Dio. He knew you were somewhere inside. He'd searched almost everywhere. Only when he began to hear your faint sobbing did he know where you were. He followed the sobbing sound, leading him down a spiral staircase and to a wooden door. He tried to open the door but it would not budge.

"(Y/n) it's me," Jonathan called out.

"Jonathan…" your voice was only a mutter but changed instantly to one of dread.

"No, don't come in!" Your voice then yelled.

"What do you mean no? I'm here to save you" He asked.

"Please, please leave" you begged him.

A horrible feeling washed over him as he heard you.

"No I'm not going to leave you," he told you before he began to kick the wooden door.

"No! No!" You screamed as the door began to break.

Once the door broke off its hinges. Jonathan looked at you for what felt like the first time in forever. You were sitting against the back wall in a white nightgown covered in blood.

"Are you alright?!" he asked as he took a few steps towards you before stepping on something.

Jonathan looked down to see a hand attached to a corpse.

"I didn't want to hurt him" you confessed with eyes full of tears. It felt like a stab in the heart as he realized what had happened. He should not have approached you further but he did and pulled you into his embrace.

"I'm sorry, I should have gotten here sooner" he apologized profusely to you.

"If I had gotten here sooner this wouldn't have happened" he continued as you could feel his tears against your neck. It seemed like forever that he held you and cried. All you could do was cry yourself. You didn't know what Dio had done to you but it had caused you to take an innocent man's life as well and now Jonathan held you apologizing as if it were the worst outcome.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault" he continued.

"What's happened to me?" That was all you could ask in horror but Jonathan couldn't bring himself to tell you at this moment.

"Please tell me! Surely you know!" You begged him but he still refused to say. He refused to believe you were now the same monster Dio had become.

"What have I become? What were Dio and those other creatures? I need to know!" You cried, so desperate for an answer.

"You've become a vampire…" he finally spoke.

"Vampire?" You asked.

"I only just found out about them myself, after Dio used the stone mask to turn himself into one…" he explained.

"They drink blood, and can only die from the sunlight and Hamon," he continued.

You looked at him in shock. In disbelief even. How could such a being exist? You hated the thought of having to be such a monster. You couldn't bear to live if you had to take another's life.

You left Jonathan's embrace and ran out the door, sobbing. If the sun could kill you you had to do it. The thought of your loved ones made your heart ache but you couldn't risk their lives by remaining alive.

"(Y/n) wait. Where are you going?" He asked you and ran after you.

"I can't hurt anyone else, if I am a vampire then I can't live" you explained.

Your words dug into his very heart, it felt like someone had stabbed him and kept twisting the knife deeper. He loved you so dearly, if you were to die he couldn't live on. Perhaps it was selfish for him to deny you from ending your life before you suffered but he couldn't accept it. He managed to catch up to you and grabbed you.

"No you can't do that," he said as he held you tightly.

"I have to!" you screamed as you tried to escape his grasp.

"No you don't, (Y/n) I love you too much to see you suffer but death is not the answer" he proclaimed.

"It's my fault this happened to you. If I had come to save you sooner. If I hadn't had that cursed mask in the first place none of this would have happened" he said, nearly crying again.

"I'll offer you everything I can as retribution for the suffering I've caused you. I'll pay you in my blood if that eases your suffering even a little" he continued.

"If not for me then please live for those you do care about" he pleaded to you.

"But how could I hide the truth from them, eventually they'll notice that I'm different?" You asked.

"They'll probably wonder where I disappeared to" you continued.

Jonathan's idea came out of his mouth before he had even processed it properly.

"We'll tell them that I was invited to an archeology expedition and you decided to come with me" he suggested. He looked at you hoping for some sign of agreement but you didn't say anything.

"As for trying to hide this from anyone there's only one thing I can think of… we should get married"

"Married!" You exclaimed.

"I promise I'm not trying to take advantage of this situation. It doesn't matter if you don't reciprocate my feelings toward you. I just thought that if we married then we could easily hide your vampirism from everyone" he explained.

"I don't know… I never considered getting married… but it is a good cover" you replied as you shook your head.

Jonathan was a good man. Most ladies would die to have a gentleman like him. To marry a man like him was what many dreamt of. However, you couldn't see him as a romantic partner.

"All we'll need to do is keep appearances up in public but once we're alone we can be platonic with one another" he tried to reassure you.

[disticfiction]

Fig forced a smile as he sat in his chair and listened to his student speak, excitedly, about their time in Bainburgh. They were safe. He didn't break, he didn't reveal their location, and they were safe. That's all that mattered. Trying to concentrate, he shifted, desperate to take the weight off of his cunt. He considered standing, but that would've been worse, his legs sore and shaky.

"Are you alright?" the student asked, suddenly. "You seem exhausted."

Fig laughed. "Yes, well ... I've been studying the book you brought me. It's proving to be a bit more challenging than I'd expected."

Luckily, they didn't see through his obvious lie. How could he tell them his hole was throbbing, still slick and stretched from the abuse? How could he tell them he'd been raped by a plant? How could he tell them it was all in the pursuit of finding them? If they found out, it would absolutely devastate them and they'd take the blame.

No, Fig wouldn't allow it.

"Professor Ronen told me to ask if you were feeling alright, too. Did something happen while I was away?"

"Oh, that?" Damn it, Abraham, Fig thought. "Yes, I developed a bit of a cold while you were gone. I borrowed his Pepperup Potion and I'm feeling much better now. Please tell him not to worry, and also not to worry others on my behalf."

"Yes, sir," the student said, naively. "Well, I think that's everything."

And not a moment too soon. Fig's hole was beginning to soak the cushion beneath him, craving what it had yet to forget. Three days had passed since his assault, but he couldn't seem to calm his body or his mind. Every step he took, every move he made rubbed his sensitive walls together, making recovery difficult. He wanted more, but he hated himself for it.

"I'm glad you're alright," he whispered, abruptly.

"Sir?" the student asked, confused. "Of course I'm alright. Should I not be?"

He tried to pacen his breathing. "It's just ... with Ranrok's Loyalists branching out, I'm worried about you. Try to stay closer to the castle from now on, for both our sakes."

The student, though lost, nodded. "I will, sir."

"Thank you. You may go now. Don't be late for your next class."

"Of course, sir." Before turning away, they gave him a look that broke his heart. "And please get some rest. You don't look very well."

As soon as they left, he sighed and spread his legs. The rumbling in his stomach drove him wild. He hadn't even touched himself, yet his clit poked through his trousers and rubbed against the material, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure up his spine. How embarrassing. A large, wet stain darkened the center of his pants, his fluids sinking into the chair. He needed to cum. After everything he'd been through, he still needed to cum.

"Ughh..."

Closing his eyes and gripping one of the armrests, he slipped a hand between his legs and teased his slit, massaging up and down with his middle and ring finger. The slightest bit of pressure nearly caused him to scream, but he pursed his lips, muffling the sounds. He could feel the material dip into his hole, just enough to stroke his swollen edges. It was such a relief. Sweat shimmered on his forehead as he moaned with his mouth closed, the build up climbing closer to his climax.

"I wouldn't do that in your office," a deep voice warned.

Fig jumped, hitting a knee into his desk. That was a shock, and he needed a moment to collect himself. When he looked up, he saw his door open and Aesop Sharp standing across from him, holding a potion. Before either of them spoke, he turned and shut the door with his wand, then cast Colloportus.

"Aesop, I'm so sorry! I--!"

"Don't worry about it, it's not your fault." He offered his hand. "Though, perhaps you should take more time off. Clearly, you're not entirely in control of your faculties yet."

"Perhaps you're right..." he huffed, accepting the hand as he stood.

Without making eye contact, Sharp helped him round his desk, then slowly removed his pants. "Let's see."

As if a habit, Fig took a seat on the surface and spread his legs, blushing and staring at the wall. Sharp's hands were cold and he flinched when they made contact, but he didn't complain. It was already humiliating enough for both of them. As those cold fingers traced his cunt, Sharp groaned.

"Still loose," he said, directly. "Still some bruising along your crease. No pain?" Fig shook his head. "Good. Good. Still red, too. Still ... pulsing."

"Forgive me."

"As I said, think nothing of it. None of this is your fault."

He wasn't used to Sharp being so kind. "Thank you for saying that."

After Ronen brought him back to the castle and he regained some semblance of self, he begged the man not to bring him to the hospital. If he did, there would be a record. The whole staff would know. The headmaster would know. He couldn't bear it. Reluctantly, Ronen obliged, but insisted they at least tell Sharp. If anyone could fix his hole, it would be him. Ultimately, Fig agreed.

"Alright, you know what to do," Sharp said, softly.

His face glowing, Fig rolled onto his front, his legs hanging over the desk with his ass in the air. The worst part. His brow curling, he bit his thumb as Sharp stepped closer, pushing into his thighs. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but again, he didn't complain. It didn't seem polite, given the circumstances. Sharp was already going above and beyond what he had to.

"I ... I'm feeling rather ... tender today," Fig chirped, his teeth grinding into his nail. "Please be gentle."

"You don't have to ask. I'm not going to hurt you."

The sound of a cork popping made the old man's head spin. That isn't what he meant. He wasn't ready, but it happened all the same. First, a cool drizzle of balm slathered around his rim and down to his clit, making him squirm. It wasn't meant to be sexual, but he couldn't deny the genuine arousal it triggered.

"Mmhm!" Fig whined, clutching the edge of his desk with his other hand.

"I know, I'm sorry. Just bear with me."

Then, two fingers slipped in. Deep. Fig cried out, his walls scrunching down immediately, all too eager to take what they'd been given. He wanted to tell Sharp to stop, not to thrust, but he couldn't get the words out. Instead, he moaned loudly, tears welling in his squinted eyes as the memories of being fucked by the Snare came flooding back. Of when he was dangling in the air, helpless, his hole molested. The way it stretched him, the way it slammed him, the way it beat him.

He came, squirting with a powerful surge that left him limp and trembling, but those fingers continued to work, plunging in and out, making sure to find every wounded patch of nerves that might have been cursed. The dedication made Fig's heart race. He always knew Sharp was a good man, but he never thought he'd tolerate this level of depravity.

"I-I'm sorry!" he sobbed, knowing he must've wet the younger man's suit.

"Just do what you have to," he said, scooping up another glob of balm and shoving back in. "If you can't help but cum, cum."

He twisted his wrist, his thrusts becoming rougher and wider. Wait, was he doing this on purpose? Fig couldn't help but wonder as his jagged thumb suddenly pushed into his nub and caressed it with delicate semicircles.

"A-Aseop?"

"You're getting too tight," he said. "That's good, it means the balm is working." He sounded strained. "But I'm not finished yet. I need to reach your cervix." For the past few days, Sharp was able to stick four fingers in his gape and reach that area, but now he couldn't, struggling just to fit two. "Damn it. Eleazar, I'm sorry about this, but it's the only way."

Fig's eyes bulged as he felt something hard and textured slide in over his friend's fingers, hitting his end. He didn't know what it was, but it felt good, banging into his cervix and coating it with the lotion. With two fingers in his hole, a thumb on his clit, and whatever that mystery object was that plowed into him, his mind went blank.

"I'm cumming! Aaugh!"

As if he'd burned him, Sharp pulled away, avoiding another blast of liquid as it burst from the old man's core. An intense orgasm, most unexpected, though Sharp was far too good with his technique.

"That's it," Sharp whispered. "Just breathe."

Fig's hole convulsed, satisfied by the explosion of ecstasy after such a long wait, then twitched in the aftermath, alone and empty. As he caught his breath, he looked back, seeing Sharp wiping his wand with a cloth. So that's what it was.

"I ... I'm so sorry," Fig whimpered, his body too heavy to move.

"Enough with the apologies. How many times do I have to tell you this isn't your fault?"

He looked away, ashamed. "Then ... thank you, Aesop."

"Don't mention it. Ever." Reaching his limit, Sharp rolled him onto his back, then wiped his mess with the same cloth he used on his wand. "A few more sessions and you should be relatively back to normal."

"And ... what about the cravings?"

Sharp paused. "I'm sorry, Eleazar, but I don't know what to do about that. The balm is only for physical damage." As Fig laid in a state of euphoria, he reefed his trousers back over his waist. "For now, I think the only solution is to either ignore it, which I don't really recommend, or give into it."

"G-give into it?"

"I realise it's not ideal, but if you have to cum, let yourself cum. Don't make it worse by tormenting yourself."

"I see..."

"I'm sorry, old friend. I know that's not what you want to hear, but it's the best advice I have at the moment. After your hole is healed, we can look for other alternatives."

"...I understand. Thank you again, Aseop."

He nodded, then helped him back to his chair, his face lined with drool and tears. "Rest now. I'll be back to give you another treatment tomorrow."

[maccreadysbaby]

BRUH THE ANGER!!!!!! he’s pissed as fucj but honestly i don’t blame him

me either dude, me either, and me too!

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GHOSTS IN THE WALLS™︎

McKade finally decided to follow Elliot outside

Y/n, Logan, and Sadie were just silent, stunned. They’d never seen Elliot act like that before except for when he first met McKade. It was like that same angry, boiling, volcano of an eleven year old had made a center stage appearance, only brought back to light by his sister. Blood siblings really brought out the worst in each other, didn’t they?

McKade had to dart through the yard to catch Elliot before he got in his car and stormed off. He ran up behind him and grabbed his shoulders, muttering: “dude, don’t leave”

”get off of me. Why can’t you guys just leave me alone?!” He shouted, turning and shoving McKade backwards with all his might, causing him to stumble into the grass. Elliot was crying, probably a mixture of anger and the shock from his mother’s death, regret instantly taking over his features when he saw McKade hit the ground. He immediately turned back toward his car and slung the driver door open

”Eli, please don’t leave,” McKade pleaded, standing up and brushing himself off. “I know you’re mad, and I understand why, but you don’t need to leave. That’s not how this family works and you know it”

“then how does it work, McKade?!” His voice broke as he turned to face his brother with hot tears streaming down his face. “We can’t leave when we’re angry, but we’re expected to stay calm when a traitor and a bigot is accepted back into the family with open arms? After they caused pain and damage? After she hurt me and she hurt dad, she’s just allowed to stay without consequence? I cant live with her. I won’t”

McKade could feel himself growing more desperate, “so you’re just gonna leave us all, then? Shut us out and pretend we don’t exist like your mom did?!”

”my mom is dead!” Elliot shouted, probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He put a hand on his chest, tugging at his shirt as he focused on the ground, fully taking in the weight of what he just said. He started to sob, almost uncontrollably. “My mom is dead, McKade”

McKade’s first instinct was to hug him, like Elliot had done when McKade’s father died, but he was shoved away. He went in for a second time, and Elliot only shoved him again, muttering: “stop touching me”

but finally, McKade just grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him right into him, latching his arms around his shoulders so he couldn’t get away. Swaying back and forth slightly, Elliot finally gave up, sinking into him like a wounded child and crying his entire heart out on his brother’s shoulder

Y/n just watched from the window, heart breaking as she watched her son break down, but she was grateful McKade was there to hold him like Elliot was there for him when he lost his dad

two weeks later, Logan and Y/n’s guardianship of Sadie was approved

Elliot didn’t move out like he’d threatened, but when he came home on weekends, he avoided her like she was the plague

She was growing close to Diego, because she’s started her senior year at his high school, and she and Finn had a pretty good relationship seeing each other every day

Elliot had moved into Diego’s room to give Sadie her own

the only issue now was that Elliot wasn’t having any of her, and if Elliot wasn’t having it, McKade wasn’t having it

if Elliot wasn’t avoiding Sadie, they were almost always fighting, even about the stupidest stuff like expiration dates on milk jugs, vitality of video game characters, the weather

and McKade was always sucked right into it

Y/n and Logan had to break up many screaming matches between the three of them and it was getting annoying

everyone else was getting annoyed, too, Finn started having less and less tolerance for being with the boys when they were home and often just went to his room when they started arguing with Sadie, even if it was in the middle of a family meal

and Diego was just drained from the constant fighting that went on in the house

not to mention that the constant shouting made it harder for Jade to sleep, and frightened her and made her cry, which in turn made Logan and Y/n get less sleep and become more irritable

and the whole thing was a huge mess

there were more slamming doors in that house after Sadie moved in than there had ever been, and the kids were — for the first time — making little groups instead of being together. Elliot and McKade, Sadie and Diego, and Finn by himself. Their family had never been so segmented and divided and it broke y/n’s heart.

Finn stopped seeking out his siblings to hang out with. Diego stopped asking to go places with McKade and Elliot. Sadie didn’t make an effort to form a relationship with anyone else other than her parents, Jade, and Diego. Their family was being torn apart and Y/n couldn’t help but remember the same thing happening when Logan went off to war

and one day, after Finn got off of work, he came home and sat his parents down because he needed to talk to them

and what he said completely shattered Logan and Y/n at the same time

“I can’t deal with staying here anymore. I’ve thought about what I want for my life, but moving out like last time just didn’t feel right. I’m an adult now, and I’m using my adult authority to make adult decisions. I’ve talked to Merrick, and Hesh, and Keegan and Kick… and I’ve talked to people in power. I’ve worked out training and where I’m gonna stay — I’m leaving for Fort Santa Monica tomorrow. I’m gonna be a Ghost”

y/n and Logan knew there was no changing his mind, so they quietly agreed

and later Logan called Merrick, getting the load of what Finn had said. Merrick tried to talk him out of it but his mind was made up

”the Ghosts aren’t exactly an operational unit anymore, but don’t worry. We have some of the best coming to train him, and he’ll join up with them. They’re called Task Force 141”

[jedi-lothwolf]

A Month of Whump Day 6: Team Dynamic

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Summary: Obi-wan and Anakin are captured by the Separatist.

    Anakin and Obi-wan spent most of their time together. After the boy left Tatooien he was Obi-wan's responsibility. Though it was a little much sometimes, practice raising a child, he wouldn't trade it for anything. Anakin gave him a reason to get up when life tried to force him down.

    Now he sat in a Separatist cell with him. Both men were heavily injured from torture. The two did their best to help each other. Nothing seemed to help their situation. It felt like they were just barely holding on.

    Dooku's footsteps could be heard and not soon after he stood in front of their cell. "Hello" he spoke menaceingly.  Neither Jedi spoke. "I'm going to cut to the chase, one of you is dieing today. You won't betray the Republic so I need you as an example."

    Fear struck into the men's hearts. They looked at each other with consurn. When the count walked in he started to walk towards Obi-wan. Then he stopped. The man turned slightly and ended right in front of Anakin.

    Anakin turned to face him. Fear was evident on the jedi's face. "Scared?" The sith antagonized. Anakin turned back to look at his brother. Then he was unchained and pulled from the floor.

    Dooku dragged Anakin out of the room. The man couldn't fight anymore. The injuries he had sustained were too much. He wanted to. Everything he loved flooded his mind and yet he still couldn't move enough.

    The chains that hugged Obi-wan's wrist were strained as he tried to reach him. Panic set in. Tears began to well in his eyes as he tried to figure out what to do. "Wait!" He screamed.

    Dooku stopped. Anakin looked at him looked confused and tired. "What?" The sith asked.

    "Take me! Take me, not him." Obi-wan begged. His voice broke as he spoke. "Please." The last word came out as a desperate whisper.

    "My my, and here I thought you were a rule abiding jedi." Dooku's words stung but he didn't care. Right now the only thing that mattered to Obi-wan was Anakin's safety. "Fine." Anakin was thrown back into the room. He fell to the floor and didn't move.

    "Anakin?" Obi-wan's voice faultered. Darth Tyranus walked over and chained the young adult to the wall then unchained Obi-wan. Before he could do anything Kenobi was handcuffed and dragged out of the cell.

    The Jedi tried to fight back but like Anakin he was out of fight. His last stand has been saving Anakin for now.

    When taken to the room in which was set up for the message Obi-wan realized he was going to die.

    This was it. Everything he had ever done lead to this moment. He realized he would never meet Anakin's children, would never fight beside the 212th again, would never sigh or smile in the council room when they got off topic. He would never feel Cody's warm touch again. Anakin would grow up without his brother to help guide him. What if the 212th ended up with someone like Krell? Some many things flooded through Obi-wan's head all at once.

    Anakin searched for Obi-wan in the force. He regretted not arguing, not fighting. All he could sense was fear.

    Obi-wan was thrown into the center of the room. He slid and didn't bother to get up. After a moment Dooku pulled him onto his knees.

    Dooku's lightsaber never ignited. Looking at the man in front of him he couldn't kill him, he just couldn't. Obi-wan was all that was left of his son. He could see it in the way he fought and the way he cared for people.

    After a moment of silence Kenobi finally got up, deciding he couldn't just accept his fate. Pulling the red saber to him he stood. Igniting it he pushed it close to Dooku's throat.

   Slowly he walked him into a corner. "Let us out" Obi-wan hissed. Dooku tried to move and Obi-wan sharply leaned forwards.

    Blaster fire could be heard in the hall now. Someone had come for them. A purple lightsaber slid through the door. That's when Dooku decided it was time to go. He force pushed Obi-wan to the ground and grabbed his lightsaber. Destroying the window he jumped.

    When Windu entered the room he ran over to Kenobi. "Where's Anakin?" Obi-wan whispered.

    "Already being taken care of. Let's get you out of here." The medic came over and got the man on a stretcher and out of Separatist territory.

    When Anakin and Obi-wan saw each other again the first thing they did was hug. "Please don't do that again!" Anakin yelled.

    "Well what was I supposed to do? Let you die? You have a wife and a child on the way." Obi-wan smiled.

    Anakin just stared at him for a second in shock, "you knew?!"

    "Of course I did."

    The younger of the two sighed, "I love you."

    "I love you too Anakin."

[ay-hazie]

character study—ahiko senju

prompt—arranged marriage

“how could you hide this from me?”

her voice is terribly, terribly cold as she smacks her hands down on the second hokage’s desk, leaning forward until they’re eye-to-eye.

a long, drawn-out sigh from the desk’s owner has her drawing back and crossing her arms, waiting for a response with a look in her eyes that promises violence.

“haruto told you, didn’t he?” tobirama asks, steering clear of her first question entirely.

a blaze of molten anger erupts in her eyes, and the second hokage looks away, bracing himself for her anger, her hatred, the vitriol surely about to spew from her mouth for even considering—

“why haven’t you said yes yet?”

it takes a moment for the words to register in his head.

“what?” his voice comes out smaller than he would have liked.

“why—why are you even deliberating? you should have said yes the moment you received the offer from the raikage—” her words come out in a jumbled, frantic mess as she begins pacing back in forth across his office. “we could end this war now, father! why do you hesitate? don’t tell me you’ve started to actually care about me after everything that’s happened.” the last question comes with a mocking sneer as she realizes that he is, indeed, worried about her.

“ahiko…i…i cannot lose you again. they will destroy you in ways you cannot imagine—”

“oh that’s rich coming from the man who destroyed me first.”

he doesn’t flinch, but his eyes reveal the way the accusation makes his heart break. “i don’t understand. i thought you’d be happy i didn’t immediately accept—” again, he is interrupted.

“it’s not about me anymore, father! it’s about the village! the nation! you could put a stop to this war right now!”

“at the expense of my daughter.”

“which is no expense at all, when you look at the big picture.”

he hesitates.

“you’re letting your emotions cloud your judgement, father. where’s the man that slit my mother’s throat in front of me to keep the village safe? who wiped my memories and broke apart my family to protect the village? that is the man we need right now.” ahiko’s voice drops to almost a whisper at the end. “you’ve done it before.” she plants a kunai into his desk. “come on. it’s the same thing as mom. you did it so easily back then—it’s the same thing, but your hands don’t have to be dirtied with blood—only ink. just write the response and ship it off.”

“ahiko.” his voice is quiet, but she’s not having any of it.

“come on!” she roars suddenly, ripping the kunai from the wood and slamming it down in front of him. “just fucking do it! why can’t you see that this is the only way?! can’t you see we are losing this war?! you are not in a position where you can say no to an offer for peace!”

“do not tell me what i can and cannot do.” he snaps, red eyes blazing. “i am still your hokage.”

“then act like it!” she screams, her death-grip on the edge of the desk causing it to splinter. “you have put this village over everything—your family, your friends, yourself—why can’t you do it now?”

“because,” he grinds out, teeth gritting against each other as he shoots to his feet, hands curled into fists and trembling. “this is not a price i can pay! you are not a price i can pay! i care about you—” he cuts himself off, a low growl of frustration rumbling through his throat. ahiko can hear what he meant to say, though—i love you.

“father.” tobirama looks up, more weary then she’s ever seen him before. “if you truly care about me—truly love me—then please, stop this war. everyone i love—” including him, but she will never admit that. “—lives behind these walls; is being sent out to the battlefield every day. with this agreement, i can keep them all safe. keep all of you safe. please. if you won’t do it for the village, do it for me.”

“you cannot ask this of me.” his voice cracks.

“i can, and i am. please. must i get on my knees and beg?”

“they only want you for the off chance that they might gain wood style, which will never happen—it was less of a kekkei genkai and more of a freak mutation—they will never gain it, but they will never stop trying. do you know what that means? they will make you bear child after child after child, until the day you die. are you truly willing to subject yourself to that?”

“yes.” there is no hesitation in her response. “i will bear as many children for them as they want, if it means keeping my loved ones safe.”

she watches as her father buries his head in his hands, breath shaky as he inhales deeply.

she knows she’s asking the impossible of him. she can’t imagine what he must be feeling—she, for one, could never sacrifice her own child for this village.

but him. he is stronger than her. he can do this.

she knows he can.

he has to.

“alright.” he says, sitting up and looking her straight in the eye. “alright. i will send word to the raikage that i have accepted his proposal of marriage.” his voice is dead, all emotions killed to make this decision.

ahiko only bows her head, but as he sweeps past her to exit the room, she swears she catches a tear rolling down his cheek.

erm what the sigma

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 12a

*Warning Adult Content*

Prince Charming - Part 1

Knox chuckles against the wall as he watches Everett do the opposite of what he had taught him.

The boy is standing in front of the punching bag that hangs from the ceiling almost like he fears it.

He's throwing light jabs that would, at most, tickle his opponent.

The two have been working on self-defense techniques for an hour, Knox having had to demonstrate and repeat himself multiple times for Everett and his new short attention span.

Everett's endurance is shit and needs a major upgrade, among other things, considering he broke out in a sweat barely twenty minutes into today's session.

His breathing now comes in short pants, his wild curls have since lost their volume and are currently pushed back with a headband.

His white T-shirt clings to his lean body from both sides, soaked with sweat.

Admittedly, he's more cute than threatening.

"I told you to move around, not remain stationary," Knox calls out. "In the real world, your attacker won't just stand there and let you kick his ass. You have to..."

"Fuck off. I get your thick ass is built for this shit but I'm not," Everett huffs. "This is exhausting. I'm ready to be done."

Knox sighs.

"We've barely begun..."

"I think an hour is good enough to start with," Everett continues, though his punches gradually falter.

"For Christ's sake, I'm not trying out for the army. I'm just a beginner, remember?"

"A beginner who's extremely fragile and weak," Knox adds, his tone soft. "I'm trying to help you become strong. Don't you want to be able to protect yourself when danger strikes?"

"Being strong is overrated. How about that?" Everett stops and takes a minute to center himself by resting against the massive punching bag, every single muscle group screaming for him to run and never look back.

He'd try if he knew he'd be able to get past Knox and reach the door.

"Please," he whines, still struggling to catch his breath. "I think my legs are about to give out and my lungs are on fire. This is torture. When can we quit?"

"When I see you've made actual progress." Knox approaches Everett like a lion stalking its prey, his movements slow and calculated. "First problem... you've been standing too close to the damn bag, and you're hitting it like you're apologetic about it."

Everett doesn't turn around when Knox stops behind him.

But he does gasp at the feeling of warm breath hitting the back of his neck, Knox's body heat slowly tangling with his.

Large hands grip his waist as Knox helps to position him properly and it takes a fucking miracle for both to remain professional about their close proximity.

"Now, when you hit the bag and it swings back at you, it's going to force you to move out of the way or get hit."

Knox shifts Everett's body from left to right.

He doesn't miss, or comment on the flush that travels up the back of Everett's neck.

"Pretend you're dodging someone's fist. Pretend the fucker just disrespected you in front of your friends. Hell, pretend it's Finn, since you hate him so much. Show me how you're going to handle him."

"Like this."

Everett zeroes in on the bag after Knox steps away, swiftly unleashing hell while throwing kicks and punches that produce a much harder sound than the ones he did before.

Knox shouts encouraging words, adding fuel to Everett's fire until the boy eventually drops to the ground, officially tapping out.

"Well? Did I kick his ass or what?" Knox laughs, giving Everett a short round of applause.

"Yeah. That was a lot better than that other shit you were doing."

"Fuck you. I tried my best," Everett chuckles.

He accepts the cold bottle of water that Knox passes him, gulping it down quickly.

"Guns are still a no but I think I can handle a small knife or something. You got one of those lying around?"

"I have plenty. I'll get you one later."

Knox holds out a hand as if to help Everett up from the ground but instead of doing so, he takes Everett off guard by pinning him down on the mat.

"Don't panic," Knox speaks in a low tone, his face expressionless and body controlled as Everett bucks against him. "Remember what I taught you."

"I'm trying. Ugh. This would be way less difficult if..." Everett pauses, briefly glancing at Knox's mouth, then at his shirtless torso and back up to his mouth again.

"If you weren't you."

Knox rolls his eyes, smirking a little while tightening his grip on Everett's wrists.

"Get your mind out of the fucking gutter, kitten. Your life is at stake here. Act like it."

"Ahh. I'm so scared I'm shaking," Everett teases, trying not to laugh. "Someone, anyone, help me!"

"Everett," Knox deadpans. "Cut the shit and be for real."

"Okay, okay..." Everett shuts down his chaotic alter ego long enough to forcefully lift his hips off the ground and push Knox forward to fall.

He works his legs and arms exactly how Knox had taught him as he twists himself using his remaining strength until he's straddling Knox, one hand lightly gripping his throat.

"Now, see, if I had a knife on me..." Everett places a fist to the side of Knox's neck, grinning victoriously. "Your ass would be a dead panda."  

"So you were paying attention to me earlier?" Knox grins, resting his large hands on top of Everett's exposed thighs and squeezing.

"Good boy." Everett's entire body shudders, and he breaks eye contact.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not?" Knox's face no longer matches his playful tone as he arches a brow, feigning curiosity.

He looks dangerous and sexy at the same time.

"You don't want to be my good boy, Everett? My pretty boy, my special boy, my sweet little kitten..."

"You're a damn mess, you know that?" Everett interrupts, flustered, as he rests his hands on Knox's hard abs.

His skin is hot to the touch, body utterly mouthwatering.

The man is a walking temptation.

So much surrounds him that Everett is surprised he hasn't drowned in it yet.

"I'm literally covered in sweat and probably look like a wet dog. How are you like this right now?"

"Like what?" Knox questions, coyly.

"You know..." Everett whispers, blushing. "Still attracted to me."

"Kitten." Knox gives Everett's thighs another squeeze, harder this time, as he rasps...

"You severely underestimate just how badly you do it for me."

The words leave his mouth faster than a cheetah chasing after it's dinner.

Confusion twists at Knox's insides as he frantically begins questioning himself, wondering when and how he became so... sappy?

He turns into a completely different person around Everett.

There's no more denying it.

It shows in the way he carries himself, how he speaks and how his damn body reacts.

He can't remember ever feeling this way towards another human being.

Feeling such a spiritual pull that, sometimes, he swears he can sense the darkness fading from his black soul.

But Everett isn't up for grabs like that.

He's a job.

Someone to be kept alive until this shit show ends with The Jackals. Knox may have claimed him but deep down inside, he knows he can't have the boy.

Not in the ways his body desires.

They can never be more than what they are now.

Roommates.

They're just too different.

Their lives are the polar opposite of each other's.

Anything beyond a friendship could never work.

"Oh. I-I..." Everett stammers.

The blush on his face only adds to the guilt that Knox is choking on.

They shouldn't be doing this.

They shouldn't be touching like this.

It's sending the wrong message.

Or at least that's what Knox tries to convince himself to believe.