#I actually hadn't counted how many I had filled (in my head it was roughly 1 new page a week) so this was a cool prompt to do so!

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i'm desperate to know how many notebooks you have filled with these drawings. i must know, please, i'm on my hands and knees

Most of my comics are drawn on standard letter paper (8.5"x11"), and to date I have filled 23 pages! I usually manage to fit roughly 6-8 comics per page.

Mspaint recreation of the first page!

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Prompt: Riches To Rags| Word Count: 2987 | Rating: G | POV: Eddie, OC (dog) | Relationships: Steve / Eddie | CW: Neglected dog | Tags: dog fic, corroded coffin boys trying to make it, dognapping

this is a prompt fill for @corrodedcoffinfest

Thank you @fkinkindagauche for the beta <3 and also my partner (who is not on Tumblr) for telling me with great courage to rewrite my first draft of this fic :'D Go check out their fic Queerest of the Queer! For reasons! Many of them! +_+ @talanashta once told me that the first impressions they had of me were: 1. I love my dog 2. I hate golf and I think that's like top ten in the nicest thing anyone's said to me <3 I hope that comes through in this fic.

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Not A Dog Person

There is a creature.

The creature looks vaguely like human, like JON, like WALKER, like TRAINER, but its walk is too fluid, and its skin is too fuzzy, and its head hair is the wrong shape, and it smells wrong. There's an underlayer of wrongness that's almost decay but not quite that NOTNOWBELLA can't figure out and if there's anything NOTNOWBELLA hates, it's mysterious creatures threatening her JON (and the mailmen and the VET and WAIT and LEEVIT).

NOTNOWBELLA growls and moves to get in front of JON and new human friends so she can protect them from the creature.

"sta;lkwejraoijsadlkjwoeirjaowiejrlsdjrlwker NOTNOWBELLA welrkjaoiejrowie," JON says as he roughly pushes her away. NOTNOWBELLA yelps, more out of hurt feelings (though the foot on her hip really does actually hurt).

The creature just stands there too still. Too calm. They stare at one another, predator to predator, though it won't even do NOTNOWBELLA the courtesy of snarling back. Then there's a rope getting wrapped around NOTNOWBELLA's throat and she howls the entire time JON drags her outside.

-----

"You sure that dog's not about to jump you?" Doug asks, frowning. "We should go back inside."

"I can throw her off," Eddie says. Gareth gasps and glares at him, scandalized. "Gently!" Eddie adds with a huff, "I can throw her off gently. You've seen my reflexes."

Gareth rolls his eyes. "You managed to do that tablecloth trick one time and now you think—"

"You know what? One of these days I'm going to bring the whole Upside Down monster stuff back so you can see me in action," Eddie says, cutting him off. "Steve told you."

"Steve is so whipped, he'd say you built an entire house if you fix a window once," Jeff points out, "but ok, thanks for braving a dogfight so we can take breaks outside I guess. That house wigs me out."

"Right? I'd rather get mauled by the dog then have to spend even one more minute than necessary in that McMansion," Eddie declares, "besides, she's just… being menacing."

The dog in question, Bella, is circling slowly, head lowered, teeth bared. Eddie's not a dog person, but even he can see that she's beautiful. She looks unreal, like the idea of the perfect husky. Her pointed ears stand tall and fluffy and proud. She has a slick body with silvery fur that shimmers under the hot Chicago sunlight. Her eyes are bright blue and lined with slightly darker silvery fur that makes it look like she's wearing eyeliner. She moves fluidly, graceful and prepared even under the brutal summer heat. Even if John hadn't lectured them at length about how expensive she was, how she descended from a champion bloodline, anyone would have been able to see at a glance that this dog is something special.

And that really sucks for Eddie, who died then came back as some sort of cat-seal-demo-creature-hybrid. The many NDAs he was forced to sign included not letting the public find out that he came back as a monster after getting killed by hell beasts the US government unleashed upon Hawkins.

Most normal dogs take one sniff at Eddie and bolt, not fooled by the gloves he wears to hide his claws and the cover story he uses to explain the skin colored fuzz that grows all over his body. But this is no normal dog. This dog is ready to throw down. Eddie's reasonably sure that he could take a single husky (he's taken on dozens of demo dogs. A husky has got to be weaker) but he doesn't want to actually drop-kick a dog, especially when said dog belongs to an obnoxiously wealthy fan that's letting the band use his private recording studio in his fuck-off huge McMansion.

"Maybe we should offer her some treats?" Doug offers.

"The lady warrior would not betray her station for bribes Doug," Eddie says, crossing his hand over his chest in mock affront.

"We could try it," Jeff offers after he's done laughing. "My sister's dog loves this freeze-dried chicken stuff. Maybe she'd like that?"

"Have you seen the shit John puts out for her?" Gareth says. "She'd turn her nose up at just normal chicken. She gets that fancy… raw wet food shit."

"I mean, it's not like you've eaten dog food. Maybe the expensive shit sucks ass and she's secretly yearning for street urchin garbage…"

---

"Eddie. Stop monopolizing the fucking oven," Steve grumbles.

"Yeah! And why are you fucking… putting fish in the oven? It's going to reek!" Robin squawks.

Steve gestures wildly in Robin's direction in agreement, eyes wide. Eddie loves them both. But he wonders, for the dozenth time, if he should have gone with the boys instead of these two idiots that gang up on him all the time (except when he and Robin gang up on Steve or when he and Steve gang up on Robin, but anyway).

"I'm trying to win a noble lady's heart," Eddie says loftily.

"Are you still harping on that dog?" Robin says, cackling. "Didn't you say just last week that it's a terrible monster dog and you're done with her?"

"Well yes," Eddie admits, "but Doug heard from his cousin who has a friend whose friend is a dog trainer and apparently some dogs will go fucking nuts over dried fish so," he gestures at the oven, "here we are."

"I think that dog just hates you because you're different," Steve says wisely, "and you said yourself. You can't win 'em all."

"But I have to work in the same house as this dog and I'd like to at least be civil," Eddie whines.

Steve shrugs. "Have you tried playing with it?"

"What part of 'this dog won't stop circling and glaring at me like I flayed its entire family' made you think this dog is going to play with me big boy?" Eddie scoffs.

"I mean, it's hating on you because it thinks you're dangerous right?" Steve muses, "and it's a working dog. So it's probably more play motivated than food motivated. If you show that you can play with other people, that's going to go over better than you trying to bribe it with food."

Eddie stares, eyes wide. "Since when do you know about dogs?"

"I, uh," Steve turns his gaze down to the floor. "You seemed really sad about that dog so I got Dustin to help me do some research."

"You read stuff for me?" Eddie whispers, staggering over to his beloved. "But you said reading makes your migraines worse."

"I mean it wasn't that bad, and Dustin helped me with some—" Steve trails off in a moan as Eddie clamps his lips around his gorgeous, helpful, genius boyfriend's neck.

"Ok, I am outta here. Good bye dingus and dongus. Clean the fucking couch this time!" Robin exits before Eddie has time to give her the finger.

----

"Is she looking?" Eddie yells out.

"Yeah! She's looking!" Gareth yells back as he makes another terrible toss. Eddie has to dart about fifty feet or so to catch it. This is torture. He can't believe he's playing fetch in this heat with these losers who can't aim for shit for a dog he doesn't even like. He can't even look at the dog, since, according to Steve, eye contact implies aggression and dominance. Doug whoops as Eddie makes another impossible catch. Honestly, Eddie's starting to think that maybe Gareth is throwing badly on purpose.

Gareth winds up and makes another throw.

"Shit!" Jeff screams.

"Wha—" Eddie doesn't have time to ask before he has to duck. The dog, Bella, passes over him. Eddie hears a loud snap as her jaw closes over the ball she intercepted. She lands gracefully and looks at him, mouth open in a cheeky grin.

Oh shit. Here it is. A window. A moment. Eddie turns completely around so he's not facing the dog and slowly sits down, hands outstretched. "Can I have the ball?" he asks.

Behind him, he hears panting, but not the sound of a dog getting closer.

"She spit it out!" Gareth yells.

"What?"

"She spit it out on the ground," Jeff says more helpfully, "you're gonna have to go get it!"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Eddie grumbles as he turns around. Bella sits next to the ball, tongue lolling out, eyes crazed. She tracks his movement as he crawls gingerly towards the ball, careful not to make any sudden movement. She lets him grab the ball then wind up to throw…

Then she's off, chasing, barking joyfully as Eddie sends the ball flying. She leaps, flies even, about four to five feet to snatch the ball out of midair. Then she stands in place, ears up, eyes proud, tail wagging, before she yips and takes off with the toy. Eddie chases, and the boys whoop and holler as they sit back to watch Bella play keep away with Eddie.

------

Eddie didn't expect to keep playing with this dog after he got her to stop treating him like a bomb about to go off. But she's persistent. There's only so much hopeful nudging he can ignore before he has to give in and play chase with her. And it's been strangely helpful for their music too. Eddie actually focuses better after a long run around this mansion's unreasonably large and unused grounds with Bella. The lyrics are coming along. The beats are beating. Having an entire recording studio to themselves helps quite a bit too, and the album is really starting to come together.

The album coming together this smoothly, this well, should be a good thing. He should be ecstatic. All of them should be. But the album nearly coming to a close also means…

"I'm gonna miss that dog," Gareth says sadly, as they scroll through the gigabytes of photos he'd amassed of Bella's highlights (and Eddie's lowlights as he likes to call them).

"You think John might let us borrow the studio again?" Jeff asks.

"He would, but he's going to charge a percentage of royalties again," Doug says darkly, "probably more this time, if the album does well."

"He's charging us?" Eddie sputters. "He said he's a fan!"

"Well yeah, that's why he didn't charge us upfront," Jeff points out.

"He wasn't even using it!"

"That's rich people for you," Gareth sighs out, "and I'm pretty sure we got a shit deal too. I told Nancy about the royalties and she nearly had an aneurysm."

"Shit," Eddie sighs, "does that mean we're not gonna use his studio for the next album?"

"Not if you want to make money, no," Gareth says with a grimace. He clicks his tongue the way he does when he has a terrible idea. "What if we buy her?"

"She cost five gazillion dollars," Eddie says miserably.

"You already checked?" Jeff asks, surprised, "I thought you don't like dogs."

"Well no, I don't," Eddie says feebly, "and I wasn't going to buy her, but I was kinda curious since John's never around." He kicks out his feet, overcome with anger and resentment that he can't quite figure out the source of. "But apparently she has like a modeling deal or something and she cost a fuck ton of money to buy in the first place, so John's planning to keep her around."

"Besides," Eddie continues as he gestures around the tiny apartment he shares with Robin and Steve, "your place is even smaller than this. Where would we put her?"

"She's not that big—" Doug objects.

"She's got a whole air conditioned dog house with orthopedic beds that's the size of two of our living rooms put together," Eddie says darkly. "She's better off where she is."

"But you—"

"Do not have time for a fucking monster diva dog and that's final," Eddie snaps, cutting Gareth off.

------

"What's your problem?" Chrissy comments as she takes a delicate sip of her chamomile tea.

"Excuse you?" Eddie asks.

"You've let me drink my calming tea in silence for the past fifteen minutes without annoying me once," Chrissy points out. "Normally, I'd worry that maybe I've upset you. But Robin's finally convinced me that I'm a delight. So," she sets her cup down. "What's your problem?"

Eddie scoffs and sinks down lower in his seat, feeling like a teenager again.

"Let me guess," Chrissy says with a quirked brow, "it's about that dog isn't it?"

"Why is everyone so obsessed with this fucking dog?" Eddie grumbles. "She nearly shattered my ear drums just the other week."

Chrissy rolls her eyes and takes another sip of her tea. Despite his dark mood, Eddie feels that familiar jolt of joy and relief that Chrissy is here. Sure, she came back wrong, just like him. Deep grooves (that people somehow believe are scars) run down her face and body because she's really more a collection of vines holding a humanoid shape than she is a person. But she's here, back from the dead, casually sipping down some calming tea while giving him a hard time.

Chrissy leans forward and reaches a hand out to rub a thumb over the top of Eddie's hand. Eddie watches as she slowly unfurls her fingers, as she allows the vines of her body to flow free, to spread over the table and sway. Freakish. Strange. Beautiful.

"You know I'm training to be a marine biologist right?" Chrissy says as she continues her display.

"Yes?" Eddie asks, confused. "Where is this going?"

"John doesn't deserve her," Chrissy says, "we should steal her."

"Are you hearing yourself?" Eddie sputters. "That asshole is a fucking millionaire! He'll dice us!"

"If he finds out," Chrissy says. "I can remove the microchip once we get her."

It's a terrible, stupid idea. He's already asked John about buying Bella. He'd be the first person John suspects. But, but, Eddie's pretty sure John hadn't been listening to a word of what he'd said. It really felt like John was just looking for an excuse to launch into a long monologue about how much he'd spent on Bella and all the tangential dog stuff. So assuming that John doesn't remember their conversation, which does seem pretty likely, and considering Eddie's own monster powers…

"I can scale that fence, easy," Eddie muses, "not that I'm saying we should. But I… could scale the walls. Leave big claw marks. Make it look like some sort of cryptid ran off with the dog…"

"Ooh! You could carry me on your back and I can wrap my vines around you! Really sell the cryptid angle!" Chrissy squeals.

Eddie looks at her in disbelief and admiration. "What have we done to you?"

"Only good things apparently," Chrissy says with a wink. "Now, are we getting this dog or not?"

"You know what?" Eddie throws his hands up. "Still not a dog person. But Steve's been pining up a storm, so I'll do it just for him."

-----

There is a creature.

NOTNOWBELLA jolts awake. A thing, a giant thing, with too many limbs and too much fur, a thing with two hearts and two noses and two different scents, stands in front of her. NOTNOWBELLA squints, trying to figure out where this thing begins and ends. She should bark. She needs to tell JON there are monsters. But if she howls now, he might come and check, she'd draw him into danger instead of slaying the danger where it is. No, she should bite. She should rip. She should tear this unknowable thing of infinite size into tiny little pieces then bark then JON would see that she is a good dog and give her a pat on the head.

NOTNOWBELLA crouches low, ready to attack, hoping that the creature isn't looking at her. It's impossible to tell where the head is or where the eyes are. But then the thing opens up, into EDEE.

NOTNOWBELLA whines and cocks her head.

"l;awejroaiwejrlskdjroweij COME ;aoweirjwaer?" EDEE murmurs.

NOTNOWBELLA takes a tentative step forward. The thing around Eddie warps then winds around her. NOTNOWBELLA startles and snaps at the thing attempting to hold her down, to trap her, to maker her do a BATH or maybe SHOT or maybe even go VET. She opens her mouth and prepares to bite off the hated thing coiled around her haunches but then—

"a;woejraoier IT'S OK woeirjoawe awea oiwjeri STAY" EDEE says as he wraps his hands around her face and scritches the right spot behind her ears.

NOTNOWBELLA huffs to show her displeasure. She better get a good chase out of this. She lets herself go limp and lets the thing wrap more around her. She sniffs at EDEE's offered hand as the thing wraps her and itself around EDEE's back. Then EDEE goes off running, like a CAR. NOTNOWBELLA lets her head flop and mouth open and tongue out to lets the wind and scents flow around her jaws and watches her territory get smaller and smaller in the background.

----

Eddie and Steve stand nervously as the dog formerly named Bella sniffs around their apartment. The window AC they managed to scrounge up from goodwill is rattling. The big bag of the best dog food they could afford (so not very good probably) is sagging sadly in the corner. The dog bed they got was so expensive, but Eddie has a terrible feeling that it's still going to be too small. The dog looks huge in their apartment. This feels like a mistake.

The dog trots over to them and sits. It looks at Eddie and Steve, big blue eyes unreadable.

Then she flops down on the floor, belly up, wagging her whole body starting from the tail. Steve is already laughing and petting the big ball of fluff. Eddie gets down on his knees and starts a cuddle pile.

"Welcome home Eowyn," he manages to sputter out while dodging Eowyn's wet tongue on his face.

[slytherbun]

confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

[diaco1968]

Payback is as cold as steel

Mini nsfw stories where you take your revenge on the boys (Bakugou, Izuku, Todoroki and Shinsou), for this

WARNING! nsfw, smut, a bunch of kinks like biting, orgasm denial, overstimulation.

Everyone is aged up and are adults.

Bakugou Katsuki

How did he manage to land in this mess? Agreeing to wear this stupid quirk nullifying collar to be on fair grounds with you for physical training, like a total idiot. You had fooled him.

His arms ached from being stretched over the chair and tied up behind his back by nothing other than his own belt. His neck and shoulders were wet and stinging, littered by your little bitemarks, red and purple.

Panting and sweaty as a string of muffled swears and threats left his lips, from his 5th denied orgasm when your hips stopped moving over the bulge in his undone jeans once again.

"Looks like the biting and barking roles are reversed, Katsu. Are you ready to say it now?"

He glared up at you as you looked down on him affectionately with your smug smile, running your fingers through his hair, almost soothingly. As if he'd believe your false sweet demeanor. Mean little demon, you.

Your fingers undid the muzzle behind his head and let it fall off his mouth and chin, around his neck and onto his chest, him taking in a deep unfiltered gulp of fresh air.

"Well?"

He bucked his hips up into yours but you didn't budge at all, moaning playfully and rolling your hips onto his teasingly, knowing his latest orgasm was too far gone already for him to be able to chase it like that. That only added fuel to his fiery rage, even if there was a chance he was going to open his mouth to beg, it was gone now.

"I'm gonna get my hands on you eventually, (y/n), and when I do, I'll make sure that by the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a month."

The somehow none yelling calm way in which he said it actually shook you to your already dripping core. But it was too late to back down now anyway.

"Wrong answer." You rolled your eyes and put the muzzle back over his mouth, strapping it tightly behind his head. He hissed and growled as you leaned in scraping your teeth over his neck, hips beginning to move, grinding over him roughly, before suddenly sinking your teeth into his shoulder, hearing the sound of his sharp inhale from between the little gaps of the muzzle.

Shoto Todoroki

At that moment, he should've known. The look of utter betrayal was what was written all over his mostly expressionless face as he watched the plot unfold in front of his eyes, the moment your fingers wrapped around his tie delicately, undoing it, very slowly pulling it off of him, letting it slide around his neck softly.

Then you didn't discard it like you usually would. Pure mischief flashing behind shiny (e/c) eyes as you straddled his kness tightly smirking down at him, while he was absolutely helpless in his position on the bed, half sitting, back leaning on the headboard, his hands cuffed up aboved his head keeping him up right.

How many times has it been already? You edging him on till he was more than ready to cum, but couldn't and then you stopping to let him cool off a bit. He hadn't bothered to keep count, hoping his negotiation with you would work each and every time, but as he glared at you panting and sweating and gritting his teeth it was obvious you had other plans.

"What is it Shoto? You want something?"

You hummed dragging your thumb over his slit, smearing the precum around, his shaft throbbing under your touch, an angry red and ready to explode at any time. Only if the tie wasn't wrapped around the base so tightly as a makeshift cock ring.

In yet another futile attempt to reach you, he jerked his arms forward, the metal of the cuffs clinking and the headboard creaked before hitting back on the wall with a loud bang. "Fucking hell..." he hissed as you laughed and grabbed his cock again and started stroking it "these quirk cancelling cuffs are pretty amazing, huh?" His negotiation patience flew out the window as he resorted to threats "when I get out of these cuffs, I'm going to hold you down and fuck the shit out of you, till you can't form a single coherent thought, (y/n)." He growled out and you only grinned at him, a shiver running down your spine knowing he would hold true to his words, you leaned in whispering right into his ear in a breathy voice "If you get out of them Sho~" you tightened the tie around your wrist and pulled it a little tighter.

He let his head drop back in between his stretched up arms on the headboard, glaring at the ceiling before shutting his eyes tight and moaning when you resumed your onslaught on his poor overstimulated cock, bucking his hips involuntarily into your touch.

Izuku Midoriya

The moment he stepped in through the doors, you had pulled him inside by his collar and shut the door, slamming him back into the wall.

The way his green eyes turned wide with worry before he realised what was going on when you crashed your lips onto his, added to your desire to mess him up even more.

He looked relieved only for a second, before his expression twisted into a knowing one as you slapped his hand away harshly when he reached out to hold your hips. He whimpered at the sting of your teeth on his lower lip as you bit and tugged on it when you pulled back from the kiss, your hand reaching down and cupping his dick through his pants roughly, him letting out a surprised mewl.

"You will be touching what I tell you, when I tell you  to. Got it, hero?"

He looked at you through half lidded eyes, pupils dilated, already breathless and panting for air "But!-" you gripped his jaw with your free hand forcing him to be quiet "you're going to be a good boy for me, Deku, right?"

He watched you and your eyes intently for a few seconds before nodding his head. That was a couple of hours ago. Now he was leaning back full weight on the wall behind him, dishelved and a hot mess, with your lips wrapped around his cock, sucking his soul out, again and again with no break.

His thighs quivering and legs were shaking, barely able to hold himself up, his head dropping back and hitting the wall with a soft thud as he let out a high pitched exhale that turned into a long loud moan, his hands turning into fists on the wall behind him , knuckles turning white as he came again with nothing coming out, dry as they come.

"Shit! P-please (y/n)! I c-can't anymore... please!" He begged once again almost sobbing from the intense pleasure as he looked down at you for mercy, with you enjoying the number 1 hero, Deku, turning into a loud begging moaning mess under your touch.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Your silence was killing him, crushing his hopes with every passing moment and every time your evil grin faded from his watery vision due to the intense pleasure. Before it all got ripped away from him before he could grasp his now much desired release. "Ah! Fuck! Come on!" He whined and groaned as he tried catching his breath, defeatedly looking at the ceiling before his eyes snapped back on your grin and your unusually quiet chuckle.

Why would you not slip and make a sound in his reply!

It had been a simple request he would have never thought to result in this outcome of all things;

"Hitoshi? Can you do me a favour?" You had kindly hugged him from behind and was now playfully tugging on his arms, to make him turn around, he assumed.

Oh how wrong he was.

"Keep your eyes on mine to the end and it will all be over."

You had said just as you pulled both his arms behind his back, tying them tight and pushing him back on the bed.

That was the last thing he heard you say.

No matter how he prodded at your pride, your conscience, your logic. You wouldn't budge to reply to him, as you gave him a sweet smile while placing the little vibrating buds on his cock securely before walking away, swaying your hips as you showed him the controller between your thumb and forefinger.

"That's a coward move you're pulling, kitten. Never took you for a- Gah!"

You turned the vibrator on, straight on it's highest setting, shrughing your shoulders and smiling at him innocently when he glared at you.

That was an hour and quite a few denied orgasms ago. The thought made him huff out loud.

"You will regret-Ngh! I'm sorry!"

He whimpered as the buzzing sound filled his ears again. He had forgotten threatening was no way to go. It was a simple request; He would have to keep his eyes open and keep them on yours the whole time. He had never thought eye contact with you would be such a hard task to complete.

[fangirlings-things]

Tell him...

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Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Aethelwulf x female reader

Summary: Ragnar's sister catches the Prince's attention when the northern men arrive at Wessex and go to the castle to make a deal with the king

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: curse words, mentions of sex and violence

Based on this imagine

Gif credit: @philomaela

• Requested by anon: hey could you do a one shot about your Aethelwulf imagine? Thank youu

Hope you like it anon, it was fun to write this, so it turned out to be longer than I expected!!

“So if we fight for princess Kwenthrith, you will give us a piece of land?” Ragnar's tone was questioning, precise as usual. Leaned back on the chair he had occupied in a almost relaxed position, he appeared to have no worries at all in life. But it was far from the truth. One of the most things Ragnar Lothbrok had in those times, were worries. 

“Yes, yes” King Ecbert agreed excitedly, his curious eyes averting themselves between all the northern that were currently sitting at his table, feasting like old friends. His tone was tender and his smile was sympathetic. Too good to be true. “If you agree to help giving Mercia's throne back to it's rightful owner, that being princess Kwenthrith, I will give you a good part of land where you will be able to farm and live in peace”

“He has his own ambitions over Mercia, doesn't he, brother?” you spoke in the northern native language, making all the english present frown in confusion and curiosity. It amused you, no doubt, as you raised your eyebrows in Ragnar's direction. You might not understand what the King was saying directly but just from Athelstan's translation and the look in that man's eyes, you knew he was hiding something. Had to be. 

“Of course he does” Ragnar fixed his bright blue eyes on you, his younger sister, that impertinent smile that curved the corner of his lips a lot appearing on his face and enlightening his features. He wasn't surprised at all about your good observation. “But that is not our bussiness or responsibility”

“What are they saying?” King Ecbert directed his question to Athelstan, who was sitting by your right side in his monk clothes, the ones you had gotten unused to see him wearing in the last few years. See your friend back at his own faith, hurt you a little. You hoped he could after, all find, comfort in your people’s Gods. But the fact that he didn't, didn't changed at all your care for him. Honestly, you had been devastated when you thought he had died. It was soo good to see him again. 

“They are discussing the proposition, my Lord” Athelstan quickly lied, the serious expression he held in his face leaving no questions to be made about it, convincing everyone. 

You had a little amused smile on your face after hearing Athelstan's words and when you took her eyes out of her brother's face and passed them through the english folk, you met the prince's. He was staring at you deeply, it seemed that for a while now, since he didn't turn away when you returned his intense gaze. That only made your amused smile grow wider, to see the various shades of interest his brown eyes were assuming while fixed on you. 

“Athelstan?” you called the priest and that made him turn his attention to you, as well as everybody else. Just like you wanted to. “Ask prince Aethelwulf why he is staring at me like that” 

By hearing his name, even though he didn't understand what had been said, the prince semeed to be finnaly gotten out of guard and clearing his throat, turned his eyes to the food he hadn't touched since it had been served almost an hour before. 

“Prince Aethelwulf, King Ragnar's sister, (Y/N), wants to know why you are staring at her like that” Athelstan made the question in a neutral tone, although in the silent great hall it sounded like teasing. 

“Tell her I am thinking whether she is or not a threat” the prince ended up saying after giving it some thought, his hands joined over the table and the metal ring on his finger seeming suddenly colder. Or was it his body that was getting hotter? 

Athelstan translated what he had just said to you and Aethelwulf just watched as you listened to the words the monk said and continued to show that smile of yours.

“Tell him, that he shouldn't be thinking about it. He should instantly consider me a threat” you played with the metal knife that had been placed by your plate for the feast, rolling it between your fingers with an undeniable ability. It made the prince ask himself how many men you had already killed. Plenty, probably. “I can be dangerous. If I want to” 

“(Y/N)...” Ragnar said at the exact same time as Lagertha let out a laugh, shaking her head from one side to another, clearly entertained by your statement. And although Ragnar had interfered over your provocative words, he made no sign to stop Athelstan from translating them. And so the monk did. 

I can be dangerous if I want to. Aethelwulf chuckled at that, shaking his head just like Lagertha but for a different reason. It was unbelievable, the boldness in yourvoice and the smile that seemed to have been carved up on your pretty face. You intrigued and fascinated him, for some misterious reason. Maybe, it was due to the fact that you were entirely different from any other woman he had ever met. 

“Tell her, Athelstan, that I will keep that in mind” now that he could feel all the eyes on him, the hall seemed smaller than it was. As much as he woud never admit it out loud, being under the northern's stare made him nervous. Although maybe, a little less than it really should. Being such a successful commander in battle, Aethewulf had over time, lost real fear over his opponents, whomever they were. The tension, though, never went away. 

Athelstan translated the short phrase and for the moment, that little interaction was ended. 

“Very well, I accept your offer. I will fight for princess Kwenthrith and give the throne back to her and you, will give us land to farm” Ragnar's voice filled the air, breaking the silence and sounding like a drum even though his tone was stern, not even loud. Perhaps it was the weight of those words, that made them sound so remarkable. 

“Excellent!” it was impossible, not to see how King Ecbert seemed to be in a state of bliss because of the answer he had just been given. You couldn't help but think that he apparently needed your people’s warriors, their fighting skills. A lot. “You will leave to Mercia in the morning then, so we can settle this as quick as possible” 

“Agreed. As long,” as your brother continued to speak when he wasn't expected to, you laughed discretely. The sudden irritation on Aethelwulf's face was hilarious. “as you take some of my men to the land you will give us, so they can see it and begin to establish themselves”

“That is unacceptable! Only after you actually win the battle...” the prince spilled out the words in quickly, seeming to be just one step away from getting up and taking his sword on hand. You would like to see him try. 

“Son” Ecbert gave the prince a warning, reprimanding look before taking a deep breath and clapping his palms together, turning the corners of his lips upwards while fixing his gaze on the King of the northern people. “I agree with your terms. I will take the men you leave behind to the settlement myself, in a gesture of good faith and friendship”

Athelstan translated what the royal men were saying so that Lagertha and you could understand it, word by word. 

“He is a prince or a dog, that has to be held back when barking without permission?” your tone was fierce, as well as the gaze you set upon him. The hatred he showed for your brother got to your nerves. 

“Athelstan, what did she say?” Aethelwulf immediately asked, when taking notice of Ragnar and Lagertha's careful expressions and the poison on your voice. It couldn't have been nothing good. When Athelstan didn't respond the prince looked at the munk with questioning eyes, just to see a spark of fear in him. That confirmed his previous thought. It couldn't have been nothing good. “Athelstan, what did she say?” 

The priest did not answer him straight away. First, he turned to you for approval. Even though he was on King Ecbert's realm and had lived for years under King Ragnar's ruling, he still turned to you first, seeking permission. 

“The lady asks if you are a prince or a dog, my Lord” Athelstan had his eyes fixed on his own plate as he spoke, clearly not expecting a good reaction from the prince. “She noticed how you were... reprimanded by your father”

Aethelwulf bit hardly at his lower lip at that, his eyes fixed so hardly upon you that they would have made holes in your head if intensity and anger could kill. The rage consumed his body and only after a moment he got roughly out of his chair and made his way towards you.

You only stood there, watching him with piercing eyes and that disturbingly beautiful smile still carved on your plump lips. You seemed delightful, to have pushed him to such an edge. You didn't even flinch when he grabbed the back of your chair and turned it around so that it was now in his direction, like the weight of you upon the furniture was nothing. He was, indeed, a very strong man. 

From the corner of his eye he could see how his father had straightened his posture on the King's chair at the head of the table, his breathing erratic because he very well knew what his son was capable of when angered. Athelstan seemed shocked, frozen in place. Lagertha started to make a move in your defense, but Ragnar stopped her with only a look and a smile. He better than anyone else, knew that his sister could take care of herself. 

“Listen to me very carefully” Aethelwulf placed each of his hands on the arms of your chair and leaned down so that your faces were on the same level and really, really close to one another. You were even more beautiful from this close distance. “I am not a dog. And if you ever call me that again...”

And then, you moved. You turned the knife you had been playing with between your fingers once more and in a fraction of a second, placed the blade against the soft skin under his chin. Like you, he didn't even flinch when threatened, although the other's breath hissed.  

“What would you do then, huh?” you pressed the blade harder, tilting his head up just a bit. For a brief second, you moved her gaze to his lips and then back at his eyes. Your eyes were filled with such ferocity and wildness. You were a natural viking. He could feel your hot breath on his face, so intoxicating that if it wasn't for the blade on his skin he could have forgotten for a moment about the rage he was feeling for you. “Would you kill me, prince Aethelwulf?” 

You looked at Athelstan, and he understood it as a sign to translate what you had just said. He did, and Aethelwulf sucked in a long breath because of how mad you were driving him. 

“I think he understood your point now, sister” Ragnar spoke breaking the silence again, not even a little disturbed about the scene rolling in front of his face. 

“Right” you said in agreement and then took the blade out of the prince's skin, not before giving his parted lips another glance though. As he returned to his father's side, both the english men exchanging a long meaningful look and while they did so, you turned to Ragnar. “I was just having a little fun”

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God curse these northern men. Aethelwulf had that same thought playing inside his head over and over again unstoppably, ever since the feast in which the fate of Mercia had been decided was ended. As he prepared the army, it's weapons and organized strategies with his Captains, that thought was always there, hunting him like a persistent ghost. 

He couldn't put aside the boldness in Ragnar Lothbrok's voice as he spoke about a deal, like he was certain the King would have no choice but to accept it. Like he was the ruler of the whole world. There was also Lagertha's confidence and how she held her chin high always, even if she spoke little. She seemed prepared for anything, since that in the moment Ecbert spoke about someone staying to lead the northern to their new lands, she agreed. And then, there was you. 

You had kept on looking at Aethelwulf during the feast from time to time, and so he did his best to ignore you. Tried, anyway. His eyes always ended up going back to you eventually. You had seemed eager to go to battle for Mercia, but Ragnar told you that you should stay with Lagertha and go to the settlement. And Aethelwulf was surprised to see as you agreed, that your beautiful smile wasn't the same anymore. There was a shadow behind it. Disappointment. You intrigued him, he couldn't deny that. Did he hate the northern? Yes. Did he want to get rid of them? Yes, of course. Would he get rid of you so easily if given the opportunity? Probably not. 

His own response to that mental question angered him, like most things did lately, and he slammed his fist on the wooden table he had on his chambers, sighting heavily before placing his elbows on it and covering his face with his hands. 

Then, a sudden knock on the door startled him. Uncovering his face and frowning at the sudden visitor, whomever it was, Aethewulf directed his gaze to the open door of his room and was even more than surprised to see Athelstan standing there. What was he doing there in the middle of the night?

“Can I come in, my Lord?” the priest asked after a moment, noticing that the prince was too surprised and confused to say anything. 

“Yes, do come in” Aethelwulf cleared his throat and mentioned with one of his hands for the munk to move forward. He did never like or trust Athelstan completely because of his previous connections with the northern men but still, he was a man of God. And a man of God, always deserved to be at least listened. 

Athelstan smiled minimally in gratitude and then entered the chamber. As he did so, a second someone was revealed from behind him. Just when this person also entered the room, the prince recognized that to be you, Ragnar Lothbrok's sister, your features illuminated beautifully by the candle lights.

“What is going on here, Athelstan?” Aethelwulf quickly asked, joining his hands over the table and averting his eyes from you to the munk. All kinds of thoughts ran through his mind. Perhaps you wanted to kill him. But what good to the alliance would that bring? 

“(Y/N) wanted to see you, my Lord” Athelstan answered his question with honesty and a calm expression on his face. He didn't seem tense like he had been at the feast. It was almost like he already knew the outcome of that meeting. What did he know? “She needed a translator, so I came along”

“What bussiness does she have to discuss with me?” the prince slowly got up from his chair and made his way around the table, stopping in front of it with his arms crossed over his chest in a questioning position. He was someone who took pride in being good at planning and reading others. In that moment, although, he had no clue at all about what was happening and that bothered him deeply. 

“It has nothing to do with business, my Lord” Athelstan said those words in a rush, a blush getting a hold of his pale cheeks before he mumbled out his next phrase, without looking the prince in the eye. “She wanted me to ask you if you would like to... fuck her” 

Aethelwulf was too astonished to say something. At first, he thought he hard heard it wrong. No, that could not be. But then, he moved his brown eyes from the munk to the you and saw that confident, impertinent expression on your face that made him realize that Athelstan was telling the truth. He had only said in english what you told him to say in norse. 

“Ask him if he is always this shy with women” you said in norse, not even trying to hide the fact that your eyes ran up and down the prince's body. Oh, you did like what you saw there. 

Aethelwulf took a deep breath after hearing Athelstan's translation of what you had just said. How could you affect him so much? You were right, he not usually froze like that. When it came to sex, he had always been very quick in acting. But hearing such an open invitation from you, hit him a way that the english man could not describe. 

“You took me by surprise” he said, passing one of his hands through his beard, thinking very seriously about what he should do. Did he want you? Yes, since the very moment he set eyes on you. Would it affect the alliance? Perhaps. Was a fuck worth that risk? That, was the question he did not have yet an answer to. “Why do you think that I want to lay with you?” Aethelwulf decided to follow this path, narrowing his eyes and trying to figure out your true intentions. 

You chuckled as Athelstan translated those words, seeming entertained by what was going on. The unexpected question amused you, that was a sure thing. 

“Oh, I am sorry, prince. If I was wrong to assume such thing, I will find someone else to fulfill my desires. Perhaps one of your men will like to take me” you turned around and as Athelstan translated your words almost simultaneously with your talking, when you started to walk away Aethelwulf had already understood all you had just said. 

“Wait” he said quickly, and that made you turn around even though you did not know what it meant. It might have been the urgent tone of his voice, that made you stop on your tracks. With their eyes meeting again, he bit his lower lip for a second because of what he was about to do. He had found out the answer to the previous unanswered question. Yes, a fuck with you was worth the risk of dooming that alliance. “I do desire to lay with you. But I have a wife. Adultery is a sin”

Athelstan's voice rolled out of his tongue in norse again and as soon as he fell silent again, you took steps forward until your body was almost touching the prince's. From that close distance, you raised one of your hands and runned your fingers through the fabric of his shirt. 

“You, Christians, always denying yourselves pleasure for the sake of boundaries” your hand went up and you softly touched his lips with your fingertips. Your eyes were darker with desire. “Your wife is not here, prince Aethelwulf. I am. As in the morning our paths will be split, I am sure your God could look away for just one night”

Aethelwulf breathed heavily against the fingers touching his mouth, the words Athelstan just said in english making him feel a shiver run down his spine. Could that be true? Could God really look away for one night? Well, he would probably find out soon. 

“Athelstan, leave us” the prince said, getting your hand away from his mouth as he occupied himself with feeling the softness of your skin with his own fingertips. 

“Yes, my Lord” the munk seemed more than happy to obey and turned around to do as he was told. 

“First, please Athelstan, ask him if he needs his father's permission to fuck me” you said every word slowly, with small pauses. Through the whole process, you could feel the fierceness of the prince's eyes locked on your own lips. 

“Leave us” Aethelwulf repeated in a growl after the words were translated. As soon as the priest got out and closed the door behind him, one of his hands grabbed your hair and he smashed your lips together, too hungry to wait. 

You whimpered against his mouth, your own hands pulling at his short hair, even more firmly when his other hand circled your waist, clearly desperate to get rid of your clothes. You stumbled together to the bed, lips never stopped touching until he was on top of you above the matress and the sheets. 

 There, you did not need words to communicate. Your eyes, said everything that needed to be said. When later your bare skins touched and he entered your body, words were also not needed. 

 Moans, did not need translation. 

[prettypinky]

𝔸 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤.

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It was 1 am.

I couldn't sleep.

I never could when I was worried. Worried about my brother no less.

The night was peaceful but my eyes and brain failed to shut down for the night so I did the same thing I always did when I couldn't sleep, I headed to the kitchen and poured myself a nice, tall glass of chocolate milk. It always helped calm my nerves down when I was feeling antsy. And boy did I need one now.

My older brother, Darry, was quiet and sound asleep, much like the house. Not even his usual snores could be heard. And my kid brother, Sodapop, was probably off on some rodeo or drag race of some sort with his best buddy Steve. It was a Friday night and those two always seem to go somewhere on Friday nights so who knew where those boys were off to right now. Their absences only made the house seem quieter. And lastly, my youngest kid brother, Ponyboy was asleep in his room, quiet like the night. Well, I say quiet but if I'm being honest the night itself is actually pretty loud tonight. A thunderstorm was passing by, loud as ever, so the only audible sounds came from outside, the booming thunder and rain showers.

Personally, I liked the weather but most importantly, I liked listening to the weather.

Many would find this type of weather frightening or unpleasant but not me. I loved it.

So I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my ears take in the rough sound of the pitter-patter of the heavy rain, as well as the roaring thunder that accompanied the precipitation as a light smile spread across my face.

I truly cherished moments like this and they were quite rare considering I lived in a household mostly filled with boys with a rowdy demeanor that tuned out the soothing dripping rain and roaring thunder.

I sighed, washing my glass in the kitchen sink and making my way to the corridor my room was in. As I headed there I heard the faint sound of muffled whispers and bedsheets shuffling coming from my right. Turning, I came face-to-face with the wooden door and thin walls of Sodapop's and Ponyboy's shared bedroom. Curious, I set my hand on the doorknob and gently creaked the door open. As I did, light from the thunder came in the room through the window and shone across Ponyboy's face. That's when my heart stopped.

Ponyboy was kicking madly, his eyebrows furrowed, there were tears streaming down his face too. Not only that but he was muttering words I didn't quite catch. But for those short seconds I stood there, his mutterings grew progressively loud,

"Darry?! Soda?! Y/n! No! Please don't leave me!" He was practically yelling at this point. It was a mystery why Darry wasn't up by now.

I quickly rushed to his side, gently shaking him as I tried to hush his pleas, "Shhh, honey, wake up, I'm here, it's okay,"

Just then, a huge clap of thunder erupted. Ponyboy's eyes shot open and quickly sat up as he began to desperately gasp for air. His eyes were darting around the room like crazy, disoriented.

"Y/n!" He managed to choke out, immediately attaching himself on to me.

Another nightmare.

“I’m right here Pony.” I hushed him, wrapping his body in my arms as it began to shake with sobs. I sat there with him patting his back as he bawled his eyes out. I pressed a kiss to his head and held him tighter to my body.

He'd never admit it due to the fact he turned 14 about a month ago but he will forever be our worrier and as he is the baby of the family the important thing was for us; Darry, Soda and I, to protect him.

He doesn't deserve to go through something like this, he's just a kid, I thought.

But we couldn't always protect him from the nightmares. And it killed me.

They began not too long after Mom and Dad died in the car crash last year. We were all crushed by the news and it changed us a lot but we all knew it affected Ponyboy the most.

You see, Ponyboy is different than most kids his age, he's like a small innocent puppy. A huge dreamer. He digs movies and books in a special way, a way that only a few of us understand. He sees the beauty in everything he looks at and knows there's good in this world. Sometimes that gets him in trouble, he's too sweet for his own good.

Don't get me wrong though, he can be pretty mean in a rumble, but that never stopped him from being soft. Even if he refused to believe it.

Eventually, his sobs died down. He hadn't stopped crying but he was quiet so I took that as a signal to continue, “Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked hesitantly, not wanting to upset him furthermore.

He nodded slowly as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I-I-I dreamt that you..." He pulled away from my embrace, now facing me with blood shot eyes. "You died."

"Pones..."

"Not just you but Darry and Soda too." I could tell that he was starting to choke up with emotion, "A-and you all left me..." By the end of this, his face was almost entirely covered in red and pink splotches and his eyes began to water again with unshed tears, I wrapped him in my arms and began to rock on my sides as I stroked his reddish-brown hair out of his face.

“Oh my sweet boy," I sighed, tucking him tighter against my body protectively. “I’m so so sorry baby that you have to go through this but you have to know that that was all a dream. Okay?”

"I'm scared though..." He trailed off, hiccuping before his eyes darted downward, expression doubtful and I could tell he was about to burst out in tears again. "I'm scared you'll leave me like Mom and Dad left us,"

I froze at that. How could Ponyboy even think of something like that?

"Hey, hey, hey," I began, swiping at a tear that had made it's way down to his cheek, "No one's leaving no one."

I opened my arms to him once more as an invitation which Pony accepted in a heartbeat and rested against my chest once more, arms encircling me tightly and head resting under the tip of my chin.

"I know..." he let out a tired sigh, and I began to rub his back slowly as I felt his tears begin to soak through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. "It just..." He trailed off, unable to find the word that best fit the ending to his sentence,

"Hurts," I supplied quietly. Pony nodded against my chest and sniffled. I pressed my cheek to the crown of his head, leaving a soft kiss in my wake before pulling back from his embrace and taking his face in my hands. I bored my own gaze into his puffy, reddened eyes and rubbed small circles over his still tense jawline.

"Pone, there is nothing that I can say or do that'll make the pain go away, not completely anyways, and for that I'm so sorry. But what I can tell you is how incredibly proud I am of you, Ponyboy Michael Curtis, because you are the sweetest, kindest, smartest, and most selfless person I have or will ever have met. You take so much on your shoulders everyday that I can't even begin to imagine what you go through everyday and you're right. It does suck sometimes, but everything will be alright because you'll always have me, Darry and Soda to count on."

Ponyboy's eyes never left mine as I spoke, and though he had stopped crying now, there were still visible tear tracks marring the soft skin of his cheeks. He didn't hesitate long after I finished speaking, placing his arms roughly around me and closing the small gap between our bodies in a warm hug. He nuzzled his face immediately against my chest, moving with an urgency that took me by surprise but I returned the gesture nevertheless.

"Thank you y/n."

"Anytime, Pones." I offered a smile, "Alright but we really should be sleeping now, it's almost 2 a.m. kiddo."

He smiled as we both lay back down on the bed, his body close to mine as we shut our eyes and finally fell asleep.

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