#DON'T WASH YOUR ASS BEHAVIOUR

[yellowjellobean]

my heart is beating so fast istg i just got a notification from my 2fa app asking for a login confirmation and it was definitely not me... why are there fuckers trying to log into my accounts??? MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS LOSERS, GO FIND A FUCKING REAL JOB.

[yeokii]

# arguments w enha hyung line !! — part two (maknae line ver)

₊﹒ wc! 0.9k

₊﹒warnings! fighting, angst

₊﹒note! ty to my dookie @redm4ri for helping me with the members (im crying) luv ya my dooks

# lee heeseung

"It's not what you think," Heeseung pleaded, irritation visible on his face.

In his head, he thought he was right. But, boy, was he off. Both you and he went to a gathering, but he had ignored you the entire day and spent time with his best friend. You trusted Heeseung with your entire heart, and seeing him do this broke your heart into little pieces.

"She came back from the states two days ago, yn," He tried to reason, "I haven't seen her in four years, for fuck's sake."

"That is no excuse for you to ignore me, Hee," you sternly said.

"God, yn! Why can't you get it in your fucking brain? She and I are fucking friends!" He scoffed, frustrated as he brushed his hair back with his hands.

"Do you think I'm stupid? She looked like she wanted to kiss you! Are you kidding me?" It was your turn to scoff.

The tension thickened as hateful words spewed from each side.

"God, yn, why are you overreacting?" He asked, annoyed. "Stop being a fucking child; she's like a sister to me."

"Do you realize she spent more time with me? Of course, I'd miss her."

"Alright, if you miss her that much, feel free to go to her. I don't give two fucks anymore." And with that, you took your jacket once again and left the apartment.

₊﹒other members under the cut !!

# park jongseong

11:34.

The clock read.

He wasn't home yet.

Your worry grew more with every minute passing. The fact that Jay wouldn't pick up the thousands of your calls. You were a nervous wreck. You couldn't sleep at all. He was never late.

The door opened, finally.

In came a tired jay, his eyes worn out and his hair all ruffled up, his tie loose.

He took one look at you and his eyes automatically rolled.

"What the fuck Jay?" You spoke.

"God, please." He said. "Not now, yn. Im too fucking tired to hear your lectures."

"Jay?" You were astonished by his behaviour. He never spoke like this which took you off guard.

"Why are you speaking like that to me?" You asked, your heart heavy. "I was so worried about you, I called you a hundred times."

"God, I just don't wanna deal with this right now. I had a long day at work. " He massaged his temples as he started to head for the bedroom.

"You could've told me you were coming late."

"Stop being a fucking baby and stop being clingy. I'm a grown ass man. Your not my fucking mother."

You had nothing left to say. You gave him a stern look as your worried expression vanished. You headed to the bedroom and slammed the door not wanting to hear anymore out of your so called boyfriend's mouth.

# sim jaeyun

"Baby, can you please tell me what's wrong?" Your boyfriend pleaded due to the silent treatment you were giving.

You ignored him as usual, continuing to do the dishes.

"I would know whats wrong if you would tell me about it." His eyes holding a desperate plea.

You looked at him with disbelief written all over your face.

"How could you forget Jake?" You asked him, your voice sounding like a slight whisper.

"What?" He uttered with confusion.

"I waited for you all day last night. How could you forget?" You held back tears that threatened to spill out of your eyes.

"Forget what baby?" His eyes searched for some sort of answer from your face.

"Our anniversary Jake."

His eyes widened, as a wave of shock washed over him.

"I'm so sorry baby, It must've slipped out of my mind I-"

"It was raining Jake. I couldn't go outside because it was raining. I had to sit there at our date waiting for you to come. I had to go back home in the rain, Jake." You let out a sob. The familiar emotion of humility emerging over you.

"Yn, I'll make it up to you. It's not a big deal."

"It is, you asshole." You looked at him, tears leaving your eyes nonstop and you left the kitchen.

# park sunghoon

"Hoon please stop." You let out a mutter to your boyfriend, slightly tugging onto his hoodie.

You both were out with your friends and you and Sunghoon were having a good time until him and your friends started joking a little too much about you that made you uncomfortable.

"What? We're just having fun." He shrugged it off, laughing.

"No Hoon. I don't feel comfortable." A rush of insecurity roamed through you.

You tugged onto Sunghoon more which showed a bit of irritation on his face.

"God yn, learn how to take a joke." He said, a frown showing on his face.

"Please, I don't like when you talk about me like that infront of my friends."

"It's just a joke, babe."

"It's not Hoon." You sternly said.

"God! Stop being a fucking baby!" He yelled at you infront of your friends.

"Oh my god! Did yn's boyfriend just yell at her? Yikes.." One of your friends told the girl next to her.

You looked around and then back at Sunghoon. Shame washed all over you. You felt so humiliated, tears started to fall out of your eyes. Everyone's eyes were on you. You felt so isolated and outnumbered.

"I'm leaving." You told Sunghoon and with that you left.

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[tosuckmyweenis]

Just wanted to share a thought but infinite darkness older Leon is 100% the kind of man to buy his girl those vibrating panties as a “romantic” gift and also take full advantage of the fact that he has the remote for it and abuse his power

That is all

Anytime!! Anywhere!!! Absolutely!!

I tried to write a full fic, but I had a few ideas and couldn't decide; the worms aren't worming yet, so enjoy these bits and bobs for now Anon 💕

It's in a slightly weird formatting, but I hope it doesn't bother too much. I'm kind of on the fence about these because i read them over too much but fuck it we ball.

In public while doing mundane tasks?!

The only day Leon is home is, of course, the day you chose to get all your errands done; he only tags along once he convinces you that today would be the perfect day to test out that little gift he got you, wagging the remote in one hand and the black lace in the other. After all, he sounded so convincing, and with that smirk plastered on his perfect face, you weren't going to say no.

Starting off with just the lowest setting on the way to the first store with the reassurance that he'd be on his best behaviour.

Staying close behind you, staring shamelessly at your ass while you're pushing the cart in some grocery store, making your way through the isles trying to grab the box of cereal you needed off the top shelf, he refuses to help.

Waiting until you're on your tippy toes before cranking the power up to max. He loves how your body jerks in shock at the sudden intensity and clamping your hand over your mouth and the inside of your cheek to stop a moan from slipping out. Then, he takes the opportunity to press himself against you to grab the item before leaning down and whispering into your ear. 

"Careful, Sweetheart, You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?" Finally lowering it once he tosses the box in the cart, continuing to do the same thing for every item you reach for over and over, never letting you cum though

"Why should I risk letting other people see your pretty face? It's meant for my eyes alone. Although, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?"

Finally, getting everything you need and checking out, loading everything into the back of the jeep. 

He'd just hand you a bag, and when you bend over to put it away, smack your ass, and when you turn to yell at him, he's just leaning on the side, holding the remote and turning it up with a shit-eating grin. 

"Leon, please," shamelessly begging him at this point, your legs finally giving out.

"Sorry, what was that? Please, what?" 

"Please let me cum, s'too much; I need to" 

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll give you what you want." 

Deciding to go early in the morning before rush hour was the smartest decision you made that day.

At home while you do chores?!

Doing chores was at the bottom of your list of things you wanted to do today, but things needed to get done, and you refused to ask Leon for help; the poor man works enough as it is and deserves to relax a little.

You were grumbling about it until he brought up a little positive reinforcement, which is how you ended up with a death grip on the edge of the kitchen sink.

You lost count of just how many times you came so far, panting like you just ran a mile, legs trembling, barely able to hold weight anymore.

Staring at the back of his head while watching a movie, his arm lazily tossed over the back of the couch, his thumb mindlessly moving the controls around in no particular rhythm, periodically stopping to give you a break before resuming.

"I don't hear any dishes being washed."

Rinse and repeat until you're just a crying, overstimulated mess.

[avengersassemble123]

Gift of remembrance

Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x reader (Bonten arc - slight spoilers ahead)

Genre: Fluff, Heartwarming, (Bonten Sanzu behaviour ig)

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"Im also planning to gift him the video game he had always wanted and maybe hold a surprise date night for him." Your best friend explained, as she talked about surprising her husband on their anniversary. "Aww (y/bf), thats so sweet. I'm sure your husband would love it." you complimented as we chatted and hung out for a while.

By evening you had returned home as you made way into the bathroom to get freshened up. You then changed into a new pair of clothes, as you went into the kitchen to reheat the food, when you heard your house's door open, signalling your significant other's arrival.

"I'm home." You heard your boyfriend speak, before some amount of shuffling and some moments of silence, before you felt arms wrap around your waist, "Hey baby." you acknowledged as Sanzu buried his face into your neck, as his muffled voice spoke, "Hey babe, missed you" You chuckled, as you tried to wriggle yourself out of his grip, "Had a long day? Go take a shower and tell me about it because you stink of sweat and i just freshened up."

"What if i don't want to?"

"Ill drag you there myself."

"Aww you're no fun, you wound me baby"

You rolled your eyes before pushing him towards you two's room, as he cackled on his way. After he freshened up, you both sat on the living room couch with your dinner, talking about each other's day and today's gossips from both of yours' workplaces, before the topic of your best friend came up.

"-and that's how she plans to surprise him."You finished explaining, as you finish off your food with the last bite, while your boyfriend listened patiently, before a sly grin appeared on his face,

"Well I've done a lot of romantic things for you. How come you've never done anything romantic for me?" Sanzu asked teasingly, poking your waist.

"'i do." You defended, as you whined dramatically.

"Oh yea? Name one."

" I can name a few-"

"Sex doesn't count."

"Oh"

You visible deflated, as you squinted your eyes, thinking what romantic thing have you done for him.

"Well what about the bed and breakfast you had in the beach house you rented from Rindou?"

"Well, technically i took you there, all you did-"

"Yea i know what i did." I stopped him mid sentence, as i slightly felt my face warm, but realising it was not exactly a romantic gesture without 'engagement of bodies'.

"I bet Rindou had to throw out that rocking chair." Sanzu snorted, giggling shamelessly, while you kicked him slightly, embarrassed.

"Hey I can be romantic when i want to." You defended.

"Fine." Sanzu shrugged, "But also not true" Sanzu retorted, teasing you slightly, making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, just you wait and see. I will romance your freaking ass off." you challenged, while Sanzu snorted.

"Hmm, i wonder how a baby like you would actually manage to romance a high profile yakuza member like your sexy partner." Sanzu bullied you, as he got up the couch to wash his plate in the sink, while you gave him the middle finger.

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"Well i know its unlikely for me to call you, but thank you so much for taking some time off from your schedule and coming over." You said, as you invited your guest over into the house.

"Well you called the right person fortunately, plus its a real surprise when a person like you is trying to 'seduce' a freak of a being like Sanzu." Kokonoi explained, as he walked in and invited himself over your couch.

"Ok so I've been really struggling with this, and you are the only closest person i know who knows Sanzu well, and has somewhat of an idea on the choices of gifts, than the rest of my options. You know what i mean." I said, as Kokonoi stoically nodded, as he seated himself on the couch, crossing his legs, his arms over it, holding one phone. He brushed his white hair back before continuing,

"Well the quickest way to a man's heart like Sanzu's is thr-"

"Pants. But Sanzu said sex doesn't count." I answered, as i got glasses of wine for both of us.

Kokonoi, looked at you blinking, his lips pursed, before taking a glass from your hand, "Aww you poor thing. You had one arrow in your quiver and you just can't use it." He nodded his head in understanding, while you replied back with a deflated nod.

"Well how about trying to cook something for him?" Well, its kind of hard for both of us to be present at home itself most of the time due to our works, and i wanted to do something different."

Kokonoi breathed out a deep sigh, "If this was some ordinary person, either this would've been easy to give advises, or i wouldn't have bothered showing up in the first place. But this is Sanzu, we are talking about. Nothing is normal with him, making me still hard to imagine that you managed to end up with him of all the people available in the whole of Japan, let alone the world. " Kokonoi sipped the wine, before continuing, "And i also want to see how this surprise and Sanzu's reaction turns out, and if the 'rapid dog' himself is capable of expressing emotions other than for our boss"

"Kokonoi.." i spoke out his name, making him raise his hands in surrender, "No offense sweetie. Anyways back to the topic."

"(NAME), if you truly want to be romantic, then this stuff need to come from withing you."

"I know, but its just so hard, I don't know why."

"I guess its probably because you never had to do this stuff because you're young and beautiful, and men, including Sanzu, must've thrown themselves at you." Kokonoi replied.

You pursed my lips, nodding in understanding before speaking up, "Yea I'm trying to feel sad about it, but i just can't."

"Thought so." Kokonoi rubbed his fingers at the bridge of his nose, "I can see why you two go well together."

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You and Sanzu were having a candle light dinner at your place itself, as you both chatted. "Have to say, i didn't expect you to manage this surprise without me knowing. And its coming from you of all people" Sanzu teased.

"Well, only learned from the best, and of course, i didn't forget my promise." You replied back.

As you both finished your dinner, you pointed your fork at him, "Alright Mr. Haruchiyo. Get ready because a crap storm of romance is coming your way."

Haruchiyo dramatically gasped, as he held his chest by one hand, "More romance? Stop it, you're gonna make me cry, sweet cheeks."

You stood up, as you smiled slyly, before walking towards the counter, picking up a small weaved basked.

"Sanzu smirked, as laid back on the chair, man spreading, his one hand on the table, while the other holding his face, rubbing his chin, squinting his eyes at you amused. "You seem pretty confident."

"Oh I am."

You then started dropping rose petals from the basket to the floor, making a path, "Maybe if you'll follow this trail, you'll know why."

"Ohh rose petals. Well now I'm just more excited for my girl's surprise." Sanzu said, whistling, slightly impressed, as he stood up and started following you.

As you led him towards both yours bedroom, he was met with a candle lit decorated room, "Wow baby, you really are pulling all the strings today."

You then set down the basket before picking up the wrapped gift placed on the bed, before gesturing it towards him, "Ok so i gave this a lot of thought, and i found something that might show you how much I love you."

Sanzu took the gift from your hands, before tearing the wrapper off and seeing the content inside it. His eyebrows slightly furrowed for a second before returning back normal, "Oh wow.."

"Its the ring which you had been eyeing for a while when you had spotted it randomly while you were out on a mission, and had told me about it that day, and i know how you like these kind of stuff, so i just thought maybe i could gift you something like this." You said with a smile, while you waited excitedly for his reaction.

Sanzu raised his eyebrows as he nodded and opened his mouth for a few seconds, before looking at you and giving you a smile, "I-its great. Thank you baby." He said, as kept on smiling, and looking at his gift.

You looked at him with confusion, as you had known him long enough to know something was wrong with his reaction. Even if Sanzu was Bonten's No.2, only few people could figure him out enough, if not all, and that included his boss Mikey, his brother Takeomi, and now you. His reaction could fool anyone, but you had dated and known him long enough to know.

Your smile deflated, before your hands fell to your side, as your tone changed, "What?"

"Nothing. I love it sweet cheeks." Sanzu said, as he held the gift in his one hand, while he wrapped his other hand around your waist, his face nearing yours, as he gave you a seductive smile. But you knew him better.

"No. Something's going on." You said, as you looked towards the gift, "Whats wrong with it. I remember you saying how you liked the ring when you had spotted your target wearing it, and that it would look better on you."

"You're right. I did say that. And here I am loving it. Especially since its a gift from you." Sanzu replied, not wavering from his stance and his usual demeanor, but then you felt him slightly furrow his eyebrows, pursing his lips, "...And that when i was returning to the headquarters a few weeks later, i spotted the same exact model in a jewellery shop...and i bought it."

You closed your eyes and faced the ceiling, groaning in frustration, as you let yourself out of his grasp and sitting on the bed dejectedly, "Oh my god...I'm the worst."

"Hey no baby, its really thoughtful." Sanzu said as he quickly set the gift beside and and reached towards you.

"No its not." You said, as you felt guilt fill you inside, "I mean, whats thoughtful is that everything you do for me." I said, my voice slightly quivering, as Sanzu sighed, as he knelt down on his knees, facing you, as he cupped your face with his one hand, while the other held your hand. "Its true baby, i did like your gift, and I'm glad that there is actually a person who cares for me like this in the whole world."

"No, its not better. Even if you work for such a dangerous organization, you still do things for me, while here I am, not even worth it, You know what, here-" You say as you stood up and went towards the closet, as Sanzu stood up.

You removed a box from your closet as you set it down on the bed, as you picked up one thing after the other. "Look here it is, here's the plane tickets you bought me when i was too poor to fly back home to visit my family, here's a necklace you got me before we were dating, and the rose you left in my windshield..just because-"

Sanzu looked at you, as you kept on ranting, as he stared between you and the box which contained all the gifts he had given you, even before and after dating.

"A-and here's the letter which you wrote me to confess your feelings after visiting me numerous times in the coffee shop i frequented regularly, all the pages of it."

Sanzu silently looked at you, too serious for his usual demeanor, matching the attitude he would have when he would be sober and in meetings with the bonten executives.

As you held and looked through the pages, Sanzu silently spoke up lowly, "I can't believe you saved all of this stuff.."

You looked up, as you looked at him in slight surprise, "Of course i did...Its you."

Sanzu stared at you for a few seconds, before reaching towards you and hugging you tightly, before kissing you lovingly, which you reciprocated with the same intensity, before breaking the kiss and hugging tightly.

"That is the most beautiful and thoughtful thing anyone has done for me, and it means a lot for me." Sanzu said, as he kissed your shoulders, still hugging you tightly while you chuckled.

You both stayed like this for a while, basking in each other's presence and warmth, before separating a while later.

Sanzu's eyes gazed at the box, a tint of smile on his scarred lips, before looking at an object in confusion, "Is that a pregnancy test?"

"Oh yea, just the first one. I didn't save them all." I shrugged, making Sanzu shrug in agreement, before diving for a kiss again, making you both fall onto the bed backwards.

[konigsblog]

Whatcha think of poor, innocent reader being stuck around perv!König and perv!Ghost. A virgin and oblivious to any sexual advances or perverted intentions, you're just stuck wondering why your Lieutenant and the temporary ally from KorTac - König - are so handsy, grunting out confusing mixtures of praises and demeaning words with their deep and sinful voice. And when you lose a few pairs of panties? You ask around but Ghost and König are adamant that they were probably mixed up with someone else's laundry or simply lost, but you were sure you saw a blue lace peek out of their pockets.

If you've already written this then you can ignore this! And as always, take care of yourself!

i love this idea !! corruption kink always gets me.. mfmfmfmdnagahafag :( 🫨 .. this is such a good idea, i can't ignore it !!

// warnings for slight somnophillia, and perverted behaviour ... 🐙

perv!könig and perv!ghost with their innocent!reader..

141 and kortac had been working together, and during that time, you'd gotten to know ‘könig’; the six-foot ten, huge man. it's no surprise simon and könig got along, both preferring silence, and both having their eyes on you :( only if you knew the reason they wouldn't let you come into their rooms when they were together wasn't because they didn't like you, but because they were showing eachother photos they'd take of you whilst asleep.

your beautiful, soft tits and your glistening cunt, swollen and dripping, a video of simon fingering you. you'd be so pissed — or maybe confused and humilated, not understanding, being nïave and too innocent to understand their perverted advances... your sloppy cunt after taking a shower, könig walking by with his phone recording, getting a good clip of your precious cunny!!!

and you, not understanding why your lace panties had went missing, asked about it. you're too stupid to realise that someone might've stolen it for their own pleasure, believing könig when he said that it probably got lost in the washing and to forget about it. but, you didn't understand why a pretty light blue material was tucked further into his pocket when you asked about it, walking away with a gleeful, pretty smile, having no idea of what they were doing to you.

you're too dumb to realise their perverted intentions, and they love that about you. whenever you're showering, they always take the two showers beside you. coincidence? perhaps, but when a hand gropes your ass from behind, and it's simon, you're confused and thinking you're imagining it. he wouldn't do that, would he? you're just a private, he's a lieutenant, surely not... right?

simon always seems to be there when you're getting slapped and groped, feeling him grind against you while reaching for something else. not aware of the grin behind his mask when you apologise for being in his way. you're too nïave, they all say it, yet you don't believe you are.. taking a look at you panty draw to find nothing but an expensive pair of lingerie you accidentally packed in a rush, a substance crusted on it and simon's eyes all over you when he peaked into your trousers while you were bent over...

maybe they'll have to ruin you, make you a stupid, babbling thing for them. shared by two burly men who always chuckle when you talk about your panties going missing, desperate to corrupt your mind and have you rubbing your swollen pussy on their thighs, face and big cocks!!!

...

[cressidagrey]

Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours- Chapter 2: Gwyneth Bedara, Valkyrie

Summary:

5 Times Cassian thought that Azriel had feelings for somebody and then 1 time he finally met the girl his brother was in love with.

Warnings:

Rhys Bashing

Notes:

I put a lot of world building into this. If you don't recognise it from canon, I probably invented. Or I forgot that canon existed.

(thanks to @firefly-graphics for the super pretty dividers!)

Cassian thought he was going crazy. 

Ever since he had talked to Azriel about Mor…there seemed to be a minute shift in his behaviour. It had taken a while until Cassian could put his finger on it though. 

Azriel seemed much more…content. Quicker to smile, quicksilver things that disappeared quickly. Even his shadows seemed happier. Calmer.

No longer nearly strangling him, like they had done after Elain and Lucien got engaged and then married… Then, Cassian had often caught a peek at how the shadows clung to Azriel’s bare skin like they were part of him. Like they didn’t dare to leave him alone in fear of…something. 

Cassian had never allowed himself to think about what that could be. But now…now they were back to swirling behind him, sometimes darting out to investigate something and Azriel seemed…calmer. 

Calmer and intense . 

Cassian was waiting for something to happen, something to tell him who it was that Azriel had given the flowers to. He clearly had bought them with an intended recipient and Cassian just knew that it wasn’t him. 

The flowers had been too beautiful for a joke. Azriel had given them to somebody he liked. 

And Cassian was going to find out who it was. 

And then he did. They were at another training session at the House of Wind, when Azriel’s voice reached his ears, talking to Gwyn, one of the Valkyries, One of Nesta’s best friends. 

“Is the teapot working?” Azriel asked, his voice sounding hesitant and pleased and Cassian couldn’t help but watch that whole interaction because for cauldron’s sake what were they talking about?

Gwyn smiled at Azriel, twirling a strand of hair around a finger. It was…

Huh.

Now he was curious. 

“Oh yes, it’s great!” Gwyn responded, her smile blinding. “Though you really didn’t need to do that…” That was all Cassian needed to hear. 

Gwyneth Bedara. 

Azriel had found himself a pretty, red-haired priestess to love, hadn’t he? A priestess and a warrior. Somehow that seemingly fitted him just perfectly.

And if Azriel had bought Gwyn a teapot of all things…maybe all the other gifts had just been used to wash away any evidence of him doting on her? Maybe Azriel was courting her?

Maybe he was keeping it quiet for some reason, both of them unsure and not wanting to share with their family yet. That would make sense. 

Oh, he was so happy for Az!

Nearly giddy with excitement he went to meet his brother in the training ring. 

He kept his mouth shut, not without difficulty, though that was because Azriel was trying to put him on his ass that day, Even managing to burn out one of his siphons. 

Replacing them usually sucked because they were worked into the leather that held them into place. If one needed to replace them…well, then the only way to do that was to open up a seam at the edge, carefully work out the old one, slide a new one in place and sew it back up. Not exactly user-friendly. Better than them flying all over the place though. 

Trying to get them to stick any other way hadn’t really been a futile attempt. 

And then Azriel’s siphons burned out, and instead of opening up the whole thing, Azriel used a screwdriver, removed the old and slid a new one in place, tightening it back down. It didn’t even take a minute. 

“How?” Cassian demanded suddenly, staring at him like he had grown a second head. “What did you do with them?” Cassian asked him. “Why is that so much easier for you?” 

“I am trying something out,” Azriel said, holding out the old siphon so that Cassian could see the mechanism on the backside of it. 

“How?” Cassian asked him again, unable to keep the wonder out of his voice. This…This was genius. “I want this.” No more spending 20 minutes each time trying to fit them into place? Sign him up. What did he need to do?

“I am just testing it out,” Azriel warned him. Cassian just glared at him. Cassian was so bad at leather work, the stitches on his own leather always uneven that he didn’t even care what he needed to do to get his hands on that kind of mechanism. “Give me a few weeks to figure out if there is anything that needs to be changed,” Azriel finally said with a sigh. 

“Fine,” Cassian agreed long sufferingly. “But then you are going to share that because I have no patience for leatherwork. By the way, that would have made a much better gift than the bunch of stupid flowers,” he said pointedly. 

A much better gift. 

In revenge, Cassian used that evening’s family dinner, which Azriel finally attended for once, to get on his brother’s nerves about his crush on a certain red-headed priestess. 

“Az, did you really buy Gwyn a tea set?” he asked with a shit-eating grin. A tea set. Who knew that that was going to be the thing that Azriel bought a long-suffering female? It wasn’t what Cassian would have gone for. But then, it was Azriel and Gwyn and not Cassian and Nesta. So really…

Azriel just stared at him, hazel eyes wide. 

“No,” he responded. Too quickly. 

“I literally heard you ask her about it today ,” Cassian pointed out, more amused about that lie than anything. 

 “A teapot? Really? Of all the things you could buy a female, that’s what you are going with?” Mor asked, laughing. “You are 540 years old, Az.”

Cassian could literally see how Azriel pulled back into himself at these words. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked him after all. Maybe it was none of his business. Maybe…

“Gwyn helped me pull some books as research for a friend of mine. My friend gave her the tea set as a thank-you gift. I was just the one who delivered it,” Azriel finally answered. 

“You have friends that aren’t us? I am proud of you,” Cassian said. 

The near-imperceptible flinch from Az was enough to make him feel like a piece of shit. He shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t fair. Everybody would be lucky to have a friend like Azriel. 

“What kind of research?” he asked quickly, hoping to soothe any ruffled feathers. 

“Armour.” Azriel nearly bit out that word, clearly upset with him and Cassian couldn’t even fault him for that. 

“Armour?” Mor asked curiously. 

Oh, Armour! “Was your friend the one that fixed the Siphon problem?” he asked quickly. Maybe Azriel and Gwyn had gotten together while researching stuff. That would make sense!

Azriel just inclined his head. 

“The Siphon problem?” Rhys asked at that moment. “What kind of problem?” And there came Rhysie, as always ready to make every problem his own. 

“You know how annoying it is that they are worked into the leather? Azriel had it fixed that they clipped onto it instead. Makes it way easier to change them out when needed,” Cassian explained with a wave of his hands. If it actually worked, he was going to buy that friend of Az whatever amount of alcoholic beverages he wanted. As long as Cassian never needed to pick up a needle and thread again.

“Quite inventive,” Amren piped up. 

“Yes, but Az is being stingy and not sharing,” Cassian said with a long-suffering sigh. 

“I am not being stingy,” Azriel said, rolling his eyes. eyes. “I just want to test it first. Do you want your Siphon to fall off during a fight? Probably not.” Since when was Azriel being reasonable? 

“That would be impractical,” Cassian needed to agree, even when he didn’t want to. “But I still expect you to share the spoils. When you have done all your experiments .”

Azriel went back to being quiet, pushing around the food on his plate. 

Ugh, fine. Time to bring out the big guns. 

Hey, Rhys! RHYSIE ! Cassian sing songed in his mind, pretty much doing the equivalent of screaming into Rhys’ ear to get his brother’s attention. 

Yes , Cassian? Rhys gave back long-sufferingly. 

I think Azriel is seeing Gwyn! I wanna know if I am right, he told Rhys quickly.

And, pray, tell, what exactly do you want me to do?

Your mind-talking thing. Can you mention Gwyn to him and then we’ll see how he reacts to it? Maybe Rhys was going to have more luck than Cassian himself. Somehow he doubted it though. Still. Worth a try. Please, Rhysie, he wheedled. I just want Az to be happy.  

He could feel his brother’s amusement at his words, though he knew that Rhys would agree. Gwyn, you said? Rhys said, thoughtfully. I could see that. She has been having a crush on him for a long time. 

See, Cassian was clearly on the right track!

He bought her a teapot, Cassian said with some amusement.  

Clearly, he must want to marry her. If he already bought a teapot, Rhys responded sagely, pulling back from his mind and Cassian trained his eyes on their other brother. 

Azriel’s face stayed carefully blank, but Cassian could still…see something on his face. 

It wasn’t what he had thought he would see though. Maybe a dusting of red over his ears. Maybe a shy smile. Not the near anger that overcame Azriel’s face. The near anger and something like bitterness. Azriel’s hands tightened around his cutlery so tightly that for a moment Cassian wondered if he was going to stab Rhys with it. 

He didn’t. 

Cassian caught the moment Rhys pulled out of Azriel’s mind because the High Lord nearly shuddered with something. 

I don’t think so, Cassian, Rhys said, his voice quiet.  

Are you sure?

If there is something, he wants us to leave it alone. He nearly threw me out of his mind, Rhys said pointedly. 

Huh. Maybe he just feels protective. 

Or maybe Rhys was wrong about Gwyn having a crush on him. Though he didn’t believe that. 

Maybe…

Instead, Cassian went to the one person that needed to listen to him wax dramatically about Azriel’s love life, because he was mated to her. No Take-Backs! She was stuck with him. 

Nesta seemed less than amused about it though. 

“Cassian, leave it alone,” she told him harshly and he pouted. 

“I just want them to be happy! And I think they could really fit together, Gwyn and Az…” That’s how far he came. 

“Oh for Cauldron’s sake, Cassian,” she snapped. “Gwyn asked Azriel out and he brushed her off weeks ago!” Wait, what? 

“And she’s still hung up about it, so don’t you dare hound her!” Nesta continued. “She was so proud for finally taking all her courage to ask him and then he turned her down. Granted, apparently, he was lovely about it, but it still broke her heart,” Nesta sighed. 

“What? Really?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes,” Nesta said with a roll of her eyes. 

“Well, why didn’t you say something?” he complained. “I had Rhys pester Az for nothing.”

“Because it’s none of our business?” his mate asked him drily. 

It was. 

“I just want Azriel to be happy,” Cassian said softly, sitting down at the edge of their bed to kick off his shoes. 

Nesta seemed to soften at his words, nearly imperceptible, sitting down next to him, carefully laying out the folds of her dress across her lap. 

“He is, Cassian,” she told him, calmly. 

“You don’t know that,” he disagreed. “I don’t know it either, because it’s not like the idiot actually talks about the things that bother him. Sometimes I think he feels like every painful moment in his life was clearly designed to be totally justified and punish him for something that he thinks he has done.”

“Gwyn said that Az said that he was spoken for,” Nesta cut him off. “That’s what he used to turn her down. He said he was spoken for. That it was new. But he seemed really happy about it.��

Oh. 

Of course, it could be that Azriel had outright lied because he simply wasn’t interested in Gwyneth for whatever reason, but Cassian didn’t think so. Maybe it was something different…maybe it was…

“So he has a secret lover.” A smile bloomed on Cassian’s face at that. “I am going to find out who it is.”

“Please don’t,” Nesta muttered.

[mysticmellowlove]

fuck that yandere so good he ends up in a wheel chair, meaning he cant chase you down the stairs if you escape.or something

warnings; drugging, nasty reader, yandere behaviour, the smallest hint of plot, gn reader, reader has a cock/strap

there was no mercy in your thrusts as you gripped the man's shoulders. his head was pressed into the pillow in front of him, his cries muffled. as you were fucking him your mind kept returning to the photos you found in his desk, ones of you.

in the shower, getting changed, and having one night stands. there was a picture of every possible scandalous situation you had been in. it was clear that he had been following you, watching you. you could see how he's eyes would go hazy when he was watching you. drool escaping from his mouth as you walked across the office.

and yet this wasn't enough for him apparently as he drugged your drink at the monthly work party tonight. if you hadn't been morbidly interested in illicit drugs you would've been on your ass right now.

the only thing you had above him was your tolerance for the date rape drug... and the fact that he was a desperate slut that wanted you to ruin him. he had guided you home, his hands wandering wantonly down your body as soon as he had pulled you from the cab.

fingers in your hair as he dug in his pants for his keys. mouth on your skin as he stripped the both of you down. it was only after he had you naked that you pushed him to the bed and punished him with a hard hand.

sure he had been surprised but now there was nothing he could do. he was gone, too gone to care what was going on around him. too gone to care about the red marks on his ass, the bloodied lines marking his back.

his voice was raw as he screamed out for you, a chorus of how good you were driving into him, how he knew you'd make him feel good, how he wanted to be a perfect little toy for you.

you couldn't help the smirk that rose to your face as you grabbed his hair and tugged his head off the pillow. taking control back felt intoxicating, especially after he'd been stalking you for ages. the balls he must've had to finally make a move...

his ass was going to jail, right after you thoroughly destroyed him.

"look at how pathetic you are. trying to one up me and then fucking it up." your voice was harsh as you snapped your hips forwards. a breathy sigh left his mouth as he nodded his head dumbly. his limbs were shaking from overexertion and overstimulation.

your laugh echoed through the room as you let his head drop down again. it landed in such a position that you were able to see his blissed out face, his blown out pupils.

a flush had overtaken his skin as his mouth hung open, drool dripping down to his chin. the area around his eyes were slick as well with his tears. while his mouth was moving there were no words coming out, his mind was too gone to actually make anything other than keening sounds.

your free hand returned to his hip, using the new leverage to pick him up. with the new angle you were able to fuck into him deeper. you sighed in relief at the feeling, the force of your thrusts bringing you closer to climax.

with a particularly harsh thrust you felt yourself release, a wave of clarity washing through you. he came as well, a silent scream as his eyes slid shut. his body jolted as a weak sigh left him. you felt how heavy he was when you let his hips drop.

at the contact his cock made with his sheets he shuddered, a weak cry leaving his mouth. you could see how he was struggling to move his head in your direction, a clear confusion in his eyes.

you only grinned as you pulled yourself from the bed. you felt the exhaustion as well but you were far from incapacitated, not like he was.

"and here you were thinking your plan to drug me worked. poor baby, did I fuck you too good? can't walk huh? shame..." you had to hold your laughter in as he tried to peel himself from the bed only for his muscles to give out.

"don't leave..." he managed to slur out, his words drawn long and hardly legible. a scoff left you as you turned on your feet.

"no chance in hell, i may not be drugged but I'm sure under the influence. maybe I'll decide to keep you by morning but for now?" you turned your head just enough to make eye contact with him.

"i hope you burn in hell." his mouth dropped open as his eyes shined with new tears, this time for a completely different reason. you mocked him by cooing before you let his bedroom door slam shut.

the next morning your boss didn't show up for the meeting, apparently he had called in sick but you knew he was perfectly fine. though you doubted that he'd been able to make it out the door with the force you had used to put him in his place.

"hey? didn't you leave with him last night?" one of your coworkers asked. you only shook your head.

"nah, i was sloshed remember." no one saw the knowing look on your face as everyone settled in for the meeting. a hum left your mouth as you pulled out your computer, putting your password in before opening the finances for the past month.

[toms-cherry-trees]

Don't Hold My Hand (I'll Break Your Heart) || Tommy Shelby x Fem OC ~ Ch. 1

Summary: Charlotte begins her new life at Arrow House, where things prove to be more daunting than she thought. The first bits of Tommy's past are uncovered

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Tommy being a violent insolent ass. Usage of period accurate ableist terms for a disabled person

Author's note: SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY! Life and health got in the way and I had a massive writer's block for this story. This one is more to law background for what is to come but I promise it will be worth! Next chapter is already on the works and I have it mostly laid out

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The clattering of broken porcelain disrupted the peacefulness of the Friday morning, the shards of white and the remnants of breakfast spread over the hand woven carpets. Thomas had launched the plate with masterful precision in what Charlotte could only describe as an adult sized temper tantrum akin to a spoiled toddler. The teacup had followed a similar fate, ruining the expensive fabrics furthermore. 

Charlotte had been working for a little over three weeks in Arrow House, and so far, things had progressed worse than she had originally anticipated. Enough to make her reconsider her vocation.

Thomas Shelby proved himself to be an almost unconquerable adversary, resisting tooth and nail every effort she made to help him in any way, shape or form. He refused aid in leaving the bed and dressing in the mornings, choosing instead to spend the best part of an hour struggling and cursing while Charlotte watched from the side, exasperated at his bullheadedness, but always within reach and ready to jump to his aid. He preferred his hair and beard to grow long and scruffy rather than allow her to give him a trim and shave; when Charlotte told him the castaway look didn’t suit him, he didn’t even cast a shadow of a smile. Any medicine served by her hand would be unjustly spilled or discarded, and even something as innocuous as a glass of water would be treated as if Thomas had been served poison straight from the bottle. She often had to sip or taste foods in front of him to prove she meant no harm.

That morning, he had refused to eat for the second day in a row, demanding to be served only whiskey or gin and his pack of cigarettes. He had been cross from the moment he woke up, all because Charlotte had laid his clothes on his bed within his reach to make it easier for him to dress unaided and grant him a piece of the independence he craved. She had even set a basin and cloth in a stool by the bed so he could have a morning wash to the best of his abilities.

Exhausted already with his mulish behaviour, she sat in front of him, ready to convince him by all means necessary, including force, to get him to have a bite. But no sooner had she sat next to him, he had flipped over the carefully arranged breakfast table, sending scrambled eggs and tea in every direction and destroying a most lovely set of blue crockery. Splatters of food stained the white apron and foresleeves of her uniform. A muscle ticked in her jaw, but she refrained herself from throttling Thomas and instead stood up slowly, hands laced and an amiable smile tugging at her lips, showcasing a patience that had begun to wear thin.

“You have to eat, Thomas” Charlotte spoke slowly, as if that way that man would somehow understand and change his attitude; but sooner would pigs fly than Thomas Shelby agreeing with anyone other than himself. He ought to be commanded on his determination to be obtuse. 

“And I said I don’t want to” He quipped, watching in near amusement as Charlotte dropped on hands and knees to gather the broken porcelain inside the empty water basin, using the cloth to protect her hands and wipe the food. She knew she could just call a maid in to do the dirty job, but back in the old days, nurses acted as caretakers, maids, cooks and everything in between. She didn’t see the point of calling a girl all the way from downstairs for so little; and besides, she didn’t want witnesses on her failure to control her patient, nor subject another innocent soul to undeserved wrath. 

“You need to eat to take your medicines, Thomas. Or you will ruin your stomach” The first couple of days he tried to force her to call him Mr. Shelby, but she quickly shot it down. Long gone were the days when she would have called him Sergeant Major Shelby and she would have been Nurse Tindall. They were Thomas and Charlotte, whether he approved or not. She would not give him even the slightless space to think himself superior to her in any way.

He waved his hand, dismissing her concerns as mere nuisances, as he did with every other thing she did for him. Thomas rejected the medicines daily, especially the pain medicines, but Charlotte knew better. Her sharp eye soon noticed how the liquid inside the bottles would remain the same and then suddenly drop a considerable amount overnight; Thomas didn’t retain enough usage of his legs to walk long distances unaided, but he surely had enough strength of body and mind to stagger towards the cabinet where she kept the vials and bottles. He drank his fill, even if he denied it, and surely more than he should.

“I’m not taking those fucking things” He snapped “Now get out of my room” He maneuvered the chair towards the doors leading to the veranda. If allowed to, any day he would move his bed and desk out there and just spend the rest of his days staring at the trees and the horses trotting in the paddocks, feeling the kiss of the sun in his skin and enjoying the breeze carrying scents of earth and trees. The first days, she offered Thomas many times to take him out for a walk in the gardens, or even take him to the paddocks; but he shot down every attempt with a ridiculing sneer and some less than kind words

Frustrated but not yet defeated, Charlotte tossed the last of the broken porcelain into the basin, perhaps with more strength than she should, and carried it downstairs towards the kitchens. As she descended the grand staircase, she made a conscious effort not to look at the paintings. For whenever she walked past them, she felt Mrs. Shelby’s penetrating gaze following her steps.

Her portrait outshone all the others, hanging front and centre overseeing the foyer. Blonde hair curled fashionably, clad in an emerald green frock with golden trimming and covered in jewels, from the impressive necklace to the heavy earrings hung with pearls. The frame stood as tall as two people, engraved mahogany wrapped in gold leaf. Her icon dominated the house, seen in multiple photographs and smaller paintings in every room. But none matched the opulence of that one, and none unnerved Charlotte as much. 

She had the portrait, but she didn’t have the person. In three weeks, not once had she come face to face with Mrs. Shelby. True, her duties limited her only to the second floor and occasionally the kitchen, but surely a wife would come to visit her husband every now and then? Charlotte never asked, as she had no reason nor true desire to know of her whereabouts, and simply assumed she was away, perhaps visiting family or on a trip to the new world.

But even then, it puzzled her to think she would leave behind her young son. Little Charlie, who lived his days surrounded by nannies since no one seemed to have time for him. Thomas seldom saw him; only when someone brought the toddler directly to him did he gift the boy some insipid paternal love in the form of a ruffle of the hair and a pinch of the cheek. These encounters distressed the boy, who pouted and whined most of the time, as if feeling himself endangered by Thomas’ presence. A child so isolated from his father he no longer recognised him as a source of safety. 

As Charlotte entered the kitchens, she came face to face with Mrs. Gray. The woman seldom left the house either, but unlike Thomas, for vastly different reasons. She spent her day, morning to bedtime, divided between meetings, phone calls, paperwork and more meetings. Arrow House housed the family’s race horses 

and she spoke daily with the trainers and the vet, as well as with a pudgy, bald man who came exclusively to deliver a foal. Men also came to the house, seeking to see Thomas but never making it pass the impenetrable barrier of his formidable aunt. They always spoke outside, as far as possible from prying ears, and left as swiftly and quietly as they came, more often than not pocketing paper envelopes or packing suitcases in the trunks of their cars. Charlotte never asked, having taught herself quickly to turn a blind eye to whatever happened under the roof that wasn’t supposed to. She had been hired to care for a man, not to keep tabs on the family affairs. 

But Charlotte suspected she also wanted to keep an eye on things, mostly on how Lottie and Thomas got along. It did not go unnoticed, how often Charlotte found her lingering outside the double doors or standing halfway through the grand staircase, always within earshot, but always with an excuse perched upon her lips should she be caught. Perhaps she just wanted to ensure Thomas behaved; or maybe stood at guard ready to catch Charlotte before she could flee the job in panic.

Now, she sat at the large wooden table sipping tea and nibbling biscuits, the newspaper spread in front of her. Despite her high status within the house, she could often be found having her meals downstairs alone, eating roasted goose and lamb chops and drinking oak aged whiskey while sitting on benches of coarse wood and warmed up by the cooking stove, her finely made clothes impregnating in the smell of smoke and onions. Charlotte knew the Shelbys had come bottom to top, but sometimes it appeared they hadn’t quite settled there comfortably. At least Mrs. Gray seemed to enjoy climbing down a few rungs in the ladder every now and then. 

Charlotte avoided eye contact with her at all costs as she fetched the garbage bin, her back turned to hide the basin from view as she tipped the food and shards inside. She tried to do it silently, but nothing could mask the unmistakable sound of broken porcelain and guilt. 

“He did it again?” Her voice broke through the silence, making Charlotte flinch instinctively, although the words only carried shame and tired exasperation, feelings shared by both women. Still she felt like a child, caught by her mother failing miserably at a task she promised she would accomplish easily.

She straightened her back and turned around oozing improvised confidence, smile never faltering as she faced her employer, the basin perched in her hands in a way that hid the porridge stains inside. No one would dare look at her and think that Thomas had slowly but steadily driven her to her wits’ end. No, they had to just take one look at her and immediately be assured that everything was perfect. She had to be the image of calm and composed, even when she just wanted to rip out her hair.

“Just a mishap, Mrs. Gray, nothing to be concerned with. I misplaced the tray and knocked it over when I stood. I promise it won’t happen again” The smile widened just enough to appear reassuring, perfectly matched with her soothing voice. She would sooner concoct a dozen lies than admit she might have found her match in the likes of Thomas Shelby. Charlotte was not foreign to difficult patients; men too prideful or obstinate to welcome help even at their lowest point. But they all bent the knee sooner or later. Everyone had a limit, a line that once crossed forced them to admit defeat. She just had to find Thomas’ line, wherever it drew. Surely no mortal man could be so obdurate.

The corner of Mrs. Gray’s lips rose in a half smirk, a glint of bemusement in her features; she knew liars and tricksters when she saw them, even if they only carried good intentions on their false words. She could smell them from fifty paces.

“You must have launched yourself from the seat then, since I could hear the plates crashing from down here. As if it flew across the room purposefully” Heat rose to Charlotte’s cheeks but she did not waver in her stance. Her lips parted to speak, but Mrs. Gray beat her to it, standing up and rummaging through the cupboards.

“Sit.” The order was spoken softly, but an order nonetheless. 

Lottie swallowed “There’s no need. I left Thomas alone and-”

“He can survive for fifteen minutes, and you look like you need a cup”

Defeated, and secretly glad to have a break, Charlotte abided, taking a seat and leaving the basin carefully hidden under the table. Soon a cup of tea steamed before her, Earl Grey with no milk and three sugars. She stirred it with the spoon tiredly, letting the metal heat up in her hand, but she couldn’t find it in her to bring it up to her lips as a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her.

A comfortable silence lingered, broken only by the occasional servant who headed to the kitchen, but turned and left the second they saw the two women sitting there. Peering through her eyelashes, Charlotte noticed Mrs Gray didn’t even look in her direction, more focused on her breakfast and her newspaper, waiting for the younger woman to speak first. Lottie sipped her tea, hoping the soothing liquid would undo the knot she felt in her stomach every time she found herself in Mrs. Gray’s presence.

“He is difficult” She admitted, feeling like an officer admitting to the general that they had lost a battle. The battle, but not the war; she hadn’t sunk so low yet “And you warned me so, and I believed you because I saw it myself when I met him. But I thought he was just another veteran embittered with life that just needed the nudge in the right direction. I thought- “

“That you could help him” She completed the sentence with an understanding nod, as if she had seen the words written across Charlotte’s forehead. As if those piercing, dark eyes granted her the power to read others’ minds. And more than once, Lottie believed the Shelby matriarch possessed some skills that could only be described as magic or a sixth sense. She saw beyond the range of the normal eye, that much she could tell. And now the woman saw through Charlotte as easily as if she had been made of glass.

“But now he has proved to be more than you can chew'' The words didn’t come off as reproachful or taunting. Mrs. Gray didn’t seem to find joy in the admission of her defeat; rather she sounded empathic, as she could easily understand her plight. And she did, considering that she had been the one burdening the weight of her nephew’s care in between the cracks. Only she knew to a personal level the difficulties that came with caring for the ailing; worse even when they are your family.

Charlotte took a long sip, letting it soothe her nerves. Because if she freed her mouth to speak, she might say something she would regret; such as that maybe she overestimated her abilities for the job. Common sense told her that no amount of money could be worth being subjected to such treatment, but the sense of duty that pulled at her whenever she stared into Thomas’ eyes overpowered said logic. He had given all he had for the sake of duty, and Charlotte could not deprive him of the care she could provide him just because he behaved like an insufferable prick. 

“Has he always been like this?” The question left her mouth without permission. A question that had been circling in her head since the first day. War had changed them all, but such an attitude had to have a foundation. She had managed to rip out smiles from men who had been maimed, disfigured and ruined beyond help. Thomas only reciprocated her efforts by giving her the overwhelming desire to smack him around “I know he is angry, and he is entitled to it. But…” She shook her head “He is unlike anything I have met before”

“Tommy has that effect on people” Mrs Gray replied “He always had a special talent to be unsettling to others for various reasons. Even as a teenager. And he never withstood being seen as weak or defenceless.” She pushed aside the breakfast and newspaper to lean in closer to Charlotte, those deep eyes of hers fixed upon the young nurse.

“Before all of this happened, back when he was…normal” She grimaced at that word, and so did Charlotte. He was not abnormal, just different “He prided himself in dominating every room he stepped in. In the fear and respect he inspired on others. People looked at him and they lowered their eyes and shut their mouths. They moved out of his way when he walked and tipped their hats in his direction. No one spoke before he did. If he told a man to act like a dog, you can be damn sure that man would bark and wiggle his tail. No one went against him”

Mrs. Gray leaned back again, hands laced before her, her multiple rings making quiet sounds as she wrung her hands tightly “Having people looking down at him, seeing him as a broken and useless thing, it is something he cannot handle. As if all the power he once held slipped between his fingers like sand. So he overcompensates with his temper.If he cannot make you look up at him, he will make sure you feel inferior to him” The words resonated with Charlotte, and they made sense, in a sick way. If he could not tower over others, he could only diminish them to keep them under his foot. And he redoubled those efforts with Charlotte, who acted unwilling to bow her head.

“Is he the same with all his family? I mean, how does his wife stand him?” Another embarrassingly indiscreet question she didn’t mean to pronounce but could not be taken back now. Besides, the opportunity to sate her curiosity had presented itself so easily she could not let it go to waste. Whoever he had married, the poor woman had earned the key to the pearly gates for putting up with him. 

Mrs. Gray’s expression darkened, her lips downturning into a scowl and her shoulders tensing noticeably “She doesn’t. She didn’t” She sighed slowly, taking her sweet time to pick out a cigarette from the golden case “When his problems began, Tommy distanced himself from her. He refused to share her bed. You can imagine why” She took a long drag, exhaling the smoke through her nose as she stared at the wall behind Lottie “She didn’t try to bridge the gap; if anything, she made it bigger. I suppose when she said in sickness and in health before the altar, she hadn’t expected sickness to be like this. No respectable woman wants to be married to a cripple” Contempt and bitterness laced the words, her lips scrunched like she had tasted bile. 

“One day she left, as simply as that, fled in the night like a common criminal. Took the jewels and the money and boarded the first steamboat for America. Didn’t even think to take her son with her” Mrs. Gray spoke of the act with undeniable hatred; a hatred only a mother could muster, witnessing another mother abandoning her young child without a second look. 

The revelation shocked Charlotte, and a wave of sympathy flooded her suddenly. To lose the ability to walk, to lose his superiority, and also his wife? Even though it did not justify his actions entirely, it did allow him some slack. Any person in his position would harbour anger towards the world, but that didn’t mean he had to release it on every soul that crossed his path 

“What happened then?”

“Sent a lawyer to handle the divorce for her. I thought Tommy would fight her with everything he had, but he didn’t. He simply agreed to give his signature on the condition she left Charlie to him. And she did. Signed off her rights to her own baby for some American cock” She spat aside, as if riding herself of venom; as if speaking of that woman would be enough to poison her

Charlotte sat there baffled, still processing the information she had just received. To think that the woman whose face she stared at every day had abandoned her family, her husband and son, and yet her picture remained up there in the wall, in the place of honour like a venerable goddess. Tommy had given her the divorce to set her free, but he refused to let go of her memory. Out of love or to preserve it for their son she couldn’t tell. Pity crept into her, as much as she didn’t want to. It showed in her eyes and her face, in the way her posture dropped and how her hands lowered to her lap. 

“What a horrible thing” She lamented, her tone dropping an octave as she shook her head in disbelief “How could she do something like that?”

“Not many are willing to be a lifetime caretaker. You should know that better than most” She snuffed the cigarette on the table, leaving a little darkened mark along countless others, no doubt all of them of her own creation.

“Charlotte, there is a reason why I chose you to come instead of putting up an advertisement and letting candidates flock in like birds. You are resilient, I can tell just by the way you smile every morning at Thomas even when he yells and curses and breaks things at your feet. He is difficult and you are strong willed” The hint of a smirk returned to her face, a certain mischief glinting in her eyes “I know Thomas will eventually give in to you. Just give him more time” 

More time. How much more? She could only take so much, and even the most cheerful person in the kingdom would find themselves chipped away by constant berating and mistreatment. But she had made herself a promise, to pick up this lost cause and not drop it. Mrs. Gray counted on her and trusted her, otherwise she would not have made her privy to the secrets of Thomas’ life. And that pulling she felt, that unexplainable and irrepressible sense of protection she felt for him, whether he liked it or not.

She had never been one to believe in otherworldly things, but she knew, unconsciously, that she had been put in Thomas’ path for a reason. A duty she could not abandon. Because if she dropped his cause, there may be no one else to pick it up.

Charlotte finished her tea and took a deep breath. The conversation had renewed her vigour and boosted her confidence in the task ahead. She stood from the table and smoothed down her apron

“I won’t give up on him, Mrs. Gray. I know he needs help and I will be there for it, no matter how much he pushes me away”

Mrs. Gray smiled; not a smirk, but a sincere smile.

“Good to hear. He will need someone now more than ever”

That little bit puzzled Charlotte, her eyebrows furrowed and head slightly cocked to the left

“What do you mean by that?”

Mrs. Gray stood up, a new cigarette perched between two fingers. She let expectation build up as she went through the process of selecting a match from the box to light her cigarette

“A doctor is coming in a few days. A new therapist from London, expert in wounded veterans he says”

She flicked the butt of the cigarette with her nail, as if debating whether or not to continue.

“He thinks he can make Tommy walk again”

[maximoffslilwitchintraining]

Mommy... I mean Wanda 

Part 11👀

Series here: 🎃

Word count: 1k ish i didnt look too close tbh

Summary: i barely remember what i wrote, but theres some smut, some cuddles, some sexting... oh and yelena 🫰🏻which always makes a story better

Do yall have any suggestions for future chapters or yk one shots 👀 just send me a request 😚

Cause frankly this series is getting long and completely lacks plot 😎ahahha help😥

To say you and Wanda got punished for your bratty behaviour would not do it justice.

By the time morning rolled around you were a needy mess. With tears rolling down your cheeks and a bruised ass, you lay begging for a release she was dead set on not giving you. Wanda on the other hand was being refused any touch at all. Which in your opinion may just be worse. Natty may be a cuddly teddy bear with the two of you but when she wants you to suffer she shows no mercy.

You lay cuddled up to Wanda as Nat was off making you all some coffee, trying your hardest to follow her orders of  “keeping it in your pants” while she’s gone. You assumed it wouldn’t hurt for your hand to sneak under Wanda's t-shirt, simply wanting to feel the warmth of her skin. However, with how frustrated she was at this point when your hand rested on her stomach she let out a moan. A moan you were certain Nat would’ve heard from the kitchen. When she returned she held two steaming cups of coffee and one of tea. She also held a smirk that said she knew but would be letting it slip just this once. If you’d known that you would have gone for Wanda’s boobs instead. For a while, you simply sat there enjoying your hot beverage between your girlfriends, just soaking it all in.

That bliss was only interupted when an alarm went off on your phone.

“UGh just turn it off” you grunted slipping further down and into the sheets. Nat obliged and reached for the phone, being the one closest to it. Once the alarm went quiet she sat still looking at it.

“Baby, why does it say you have class in 30 min?” Nat asked turning back to you.

“It’s fine I can skip this one.”

“Not a chance, come on get dressed.” Wanda grabbed your cup putting it on the nightstand.

“ I really don't want to leaveee” Yes you sounded like a child whining like that, but there was no way you’d leave this bed, to go and listen to some boring lecture.

“Y/N behave. I know it's hard but how about we pick you up after class and go do something fun?” 

Nat pulled you out of bed, giggling at how your legs were all wobbly still.

“Aww, poor baby, did daddy leave you all fucked out?” You felt yourself getting needy at those words, you just wished she’d bend you over right there and not stop pounding you til you came all over her strap. But instead, you were left walking on shaky legs and wincing as you pulled your jeans over your very sore butt. Which the two women found very amusing as they watched comfortably from the shared bed.

“Can I at least get a kiss before I leave?” You said with a pout. Nat simply gestured for you to come over. She gave you a soft kiss before Wanda pulled you into her arms. She kisses you deeply, ending with a peck on your cheek, that leaves you wishing for much more.

“Now go be my good girl and study hard yeah?” You nodded gleefully at that. Wandas praise washing away some of your grumpiness.

You rode on that happiness all the way to Yelena's car. Thankfully she was also late.

“So how come you were around here so early?” Yelena usually spent most of her time on campus in your shared flat. 

“Mmm, I may have stayed at Kate’s place last night.” She mumbled keeping her eyes on the road.

“Oh my god, Yelena!” A big grin appeared on the blonde's face and that was honestly all you needed.

“So tell me?! How’d it go? Did you… you know?” 

“ Y/N!” She blushed. You laughed knowing that was a yes. 

“So does this mean we can go on double dates now?” You said as the car came to a stop in the university parking lot.

“And watch you drool over my sister for an hour? No thanks.” 

The class dragged on and although you attempted to take notes, you spent most of your time squirming to find a comfortable position to sit in. About an hour in,  the class was doing discussions and you saw it as a chance to sneak out for a quick break. You locked yourself in the bathroom and pulled out your phone.

Y/N: on a quick bathroom break, I’m assuming you’re still in bed?

Nat:( sent you an image)

You could not have opened it faster. It was a photo of the two, Wanda's shirt long gone and her breasts in full view. Your eyes take in the sight of your mommy's body. Her legs were spread and Nat's hand was inside her shorts. You so badly wanted to remove them. to see every movement of her fingers as they pleasured Wandas pussy.

Nat: are you alone?

Y/N: yes x

Nat: Mommy and Daddy would love to see how wet you get just thinking about what we’re doing

Wanda: Please baby be a good girl and show us

You thought about it for a second before pulling your jeans down and taking a short video of you running your fingers through your folds, showing just how much you needed them.

Wanda: such a good girl. why don't rub your clit for Mommy? 

You do as you are told and start touching yourself. just in time for another message to arrive, this time a video. Nat is holding the phone and is showing you a close-up of Wanda as she slowly sinks down on Nat's strap. you could honestly come just at the sight of that. 

Nat: Make daddy proud and cum for us baby girl 

A couple more brushes over your clit and the sound of Wanda moaning paired with wet noises of her pussy being slammed down on nats cock and you finally came. Shaking with pleasure after the amount of teasing you had endured. Once you are able to breathe normally, you pick up the phone to send them a text.

Y/N: I may have made a mess all over my jeans

Wanda: oh poor baby, did mommy getting fucked make you all stupid? No worries honey we’ll come to get you and how about you let Mommy clean up all that wetness on the way home? I’m dying to have a taste ;)

[mlmxreader]

Taste of Nicotine | John Price x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Price

7 “My days, I missed you so fucking much”

112. Dom/Sub ❞

: ̗̀➛ Price can be a cruel, cruel man - but at least his punishments are always beautiful.

: ̗̀➛ smoking kink, smoking, swearing, orgasm denial, spanking, marking/possession kink, biting, face fucking, swearing, edging, bruising, dom/sub, daddy kink

↳ @mockerycrow @seigwaidau

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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The smell of coffee and cigarettes filled the office, the sounds of slapping skin and harsh grunts echoing and ricocheting off of the walls; your knuckles were sore and raw as you gripped the opposite side of the desk, your head pressed against the thick mahogany as sweat dripped from your brow.

Anyone could walk in, but that was just how Price liked it. Punishment was always such a beautiful way to wash away your sins; getting caught flirting with another man from another regiment, your punishment was well overdue.

Price couldn't take you anywhere without you acting up, and even now, as he fucked your warm and tight ass, he was still talking about it.

Telling you what a dirty little thing you were and how you would let just about anybody watch you get fucked, watch your ass get filled and stuffed with his cum as he used his mouth to leave harsh and prominent marks all over you, showing off who you belonged to.

You were desperate to cum, but he had stopped you from doing so for over an hour; edging you over and over and over until you sobbed and wept as you begged for him to let you cum. Price could be so cruel when he wanted to be.

But his punishments were always so fucking beautiful.

Your ass cheeks were raw and stinging, his handprints so fucking obvious, stained on your skin from where he had put you over his lap and spanked you.

Your jaw still ached from where he had fucked your mouth so harshly, the taste of his cum still heavy on your tongue as you whimpered and begged for him to let you cum; your ass was still burning from how thick and long he was and how hard he was fucking you against his desk.

All you wanted was to cum, but Price wasn't going to give into you; punishment was punishment, after all, no matter how beautiful.

You knew what to do if it got too much, though; smack the desk three times with your right hand, or call out "Merseyside", or both. If it ever got too much, Price was always adamant that you had one way or another of signalling it to him; as cruel as he could be, he wasn't an absolute cunt.

"This is what you get," Price growled out, grabbing the back of your neck with a bruising grip. "Being so fucking naughty. I don't think I'll let you cum at all. Just use you as my cocksleeve until you learn how to behave."

Well, that was just inviting bad behaviour, really. But you knew what would happen if you said such, so you grinned, rolling your hips and trying to fuck yourself on his cock. "Please, Daddy, I said I was sorry for flirting with Mister Walker!"

"Oh, no," he chuckled darkly. "You don't get to say you're sorry, puppy."

You whimpered, so desperate to cum that you would do just about anything. "Please, please, Daddy, I promise I'll behave!"

Price shook his head as he tutted, lighting a cigarette. "Oh no, baby. You gotta do better than that."

You whined, tears slipping from you and extending the puddle on the desk; a mix between your tears and your sweat and your drool.

You swallowed thickly, voice raw and hoarse from how many times you had cried out and begged for him to please, please, please let you cum. But Price wasn't going to, fucking you hard as he smoked his cigarette casually, flicking the ashes onto your back before tossing it into the ashtray next to him.

His cock was so big, he could hardly fit the whole thing into your ass, but you were always so good for him, you always took his cock like such a good puppy... maybe he could let you off easily.

Even though you were already stuffed and filled with his cum, so much so that it had leaked down onto your thighs and had become cracked and dried.

Hesitantly, Price eased his movements, giving you the order to cum when you were ready to; he didn't expect you to scream and writhe and squirm against the desk, sobbing as you finally found your release. Spilling everywhere and dripping down onto the floor.

He grinned, licking his lips before he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, rubbing your back gently as he hummed.

"I didn't go too far, did I?"

You shook your head, dizzy and content and euphoric and breathless all at once. Overwhelmed. "N-no."

Price nodded, his touch soothing as he gently kissed the marks on your neck. He did feel somewhat bad for pushing you so far, but all the same, he knew that you loved every minute of it; especially when he gently peppered your face in soft, sweet kisses.

His beard and moustache tickling your skin and making you grin despite the tear stains in your eyes.

Price was always so gentle with you afterwards, especially if he knew he had pushed you a lot more than usual; you smiled, gently running a hand through his hair.

His lips still tasted like nicotine, but that didn't stop him from moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue when he licked it and sucked it into his mouth. A harsh, heavy kiss seemed so sweet and gentle.

"My days, I missed you so fucking much," he breathed out. "I'm so sorry deployment was longer this time."

You shook your head. "I knew what I was getting into when I first agreed to go out with you."

He nodded slowly, although he still looked rather remorseful. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

[unperceivable-future]

oh, you're abominable socially; you're just a little bit too much like me

Hawks/Takami Keigo x AFAB!Reader

Content warning: English is not my best language and this was not really proof-read. Foul language. Sexual content. Heavy mentions of sexism and inappropriate sexist/powerplay behaviour. Reader is sleazy (but it is part of the play). AFAB!Reader. Mommy kink. Oral sex (both F and M receiving). Slight cock and ball torture?. Keigo is domesticated like a dog lol. Keigo has foot fetish (I refuse to apologise). BDSM and powerplay. Overstimulation. Mentions of safe-wording or tapping out. Possibility of sub-droppping.

Synopsis: Is this how men feel when they have this amount of power over women? If so, you couldn't possibly blame them for the way they act.

Notes: @takami-takami needs to stop enabling my bad behaviour. They fr need to stop putting ideas in my head. Also I was listening to Hermit the Frog by MARINA on repeat. OH and!!! This is my first ever smut posted iirc. If I catch any minors or ageless blogs interacting with my blog, it is an automatic block. I've been there and unrestricted internet access as a minor is fucking damaging so please, do not interact with my post.

There has to be something wrong with the two of you.

Actually, screw that. There is definitely something wrong with the two of you.

There is absolutely nothing normal with how you'd slap Keigo's ass in the sleaziest way possible while the pretty little bird himself flinches in embarrassment. It's degrading, really. And a normal person would throw hands if somebody lands such disrespectful gesture on them.

But there is nothing normal with the way Keigo flinches sluttily, his hips rocking slightly to hump the air with his weeping hard dick.

The squeaky moan he lets out brings delight to your brain, dragging you both to hell.

"You're just gonna take that, sweetheart?" You sneer. And instead of squaring up, he shrinks in humiliation---refusing to speak up.

"Aww, don't tell me you're embarrassed?"

"Mommy...you're being too mean to me." Keigo whines pitifully. His pitch high, voice cracked from the strain.

"Shut the fuck up or I'll show you mean real soon, Keigo." You snap back.

"S-sorry mommy!"

Is this how men feel when they have this amount of power over women? If so, you couldn't possibly blame them for the way they act.

You leave Keigo be for now, letting him finish up his chore of washing up. You pour yourself another glass of your drink and make your way back to the couch, eyeing him like he's nothing but a piece of meat.

But that's what he is, isn't he? He should've covered up more if he didn't want you to stare. But his skimpy ass maid outfit says that he definitely loves the attention. The lingerie lacy and it barely covers his ass. It can't even cover his hard dick, not even his heavy balls that escape the thongs he's wearing.

You toy the little remote in your hand and watch your babyboy shiver from where he's standing. His pretty vermillion wings keeping still, his pouty pink lips bitten down so he doesn't moan like a little bitch.

After all, he wasn't allowed to talk or make movements outside your command. And Keigo is just so fucking obedient you want to test him further, torment him as he finishes washing up the dishes.

He stops himself from trying to hump against the counter, his arms shaky as he furrows his brows and concentrate at the chore at hand.

"You know, maybe we should do this more often. Makes my life easier." You taunt him.

You wouldn't need to ruin your soft and manicured hands with dishsoap and warm water if Keigo is the one scrubbing down the pots and pans.

The sight of Keigo working hard and keeping his composure makes you cross your legs. The sight of his suffering gets you soaking. You squeeze your thighs tighter.

Keigo finishes the dishes, drying his hands stiffly. He looks at you with uncertainty, unsure what to do next but cannot voice himself to ask.

"Come here, baby." You beckon his sweetly, kind enough to entice him and he wobbles to your direction unused to the black heels he wears and the medium vibration up his prostate doesn't help.

He settles himself on the fluffy rug, by your foot because he's just a dog and that's his place: obediently below you.

You uncross your legs, a foot landing on his crotch and you internally commend on how Keigo managed to stop himself from rutting against you. He looks up to you with wide doe eyes. His golden orbs are glossy, cheeks flushed.

"I've had a long day." You drag your pedicured toes up his chest, a prompt for him to get to work.

"Of course, mommy." Keigo eagerly nods and his clammy hands start rubbing circles on your soles.

Is this what men see from their eyes? Subservient women on their knees rubbing their feet from all the hard work of maintaining patriarchy? It makes a lot more sense why men are so against this whole equality thing, otherwise how else will they be able to keep their wives at their rightful place?

You turn up the vibration, opting to take out your frustration and delight on Keigo instead. He flinches.

"Mommy, please can I---" Keigo lowers your foot with his hands, trying to be discreet with how his weeping cock rubs against you. You pull your foot away and slightly kick his balls.

"No. Get back to work." Keigo nods shakily, letting out the world's cutest whimper.

"'m sorry mommy." He sounds meek, sounds so unlike his pro-hero persona.

The problem here is that Keigo is too obedient, too good at what he's doing. His thumbs knead on your foot and your calf hard as if he's subconsciously taking out his frustration on you and that makes him an effective masseur. It makes you sigh in pleasure.

You weren't really lying that you had a long day. Breaking down patriarchy is hard work after all.

Keigo huffs out a whine when you pull your leg away from his tender hold, looking at you with a pout and scrunched brows.

You lean back the couch, spreading your legs the way you've seen Keigo did on regular days.

"You wanna ea---"

"YES!" If it weren't for how enthusiastic Keigo is, you would have berated him for interrupting your kind offer.

"Go on then." And he dives in, trying his best not to overpower and manhandle you with the way his large arms curl around your thighs and pulling you towards his mouth.

For someone who has such good control over his body and his actions you'd think that Keigo would have more finesse and poise when eating you out. But he doesn't. He eats like an animal starved and he whimpers at every tug of his wheat blond hair, growls and groans whenever your toes sink and curl into his red plumage. You feel your body jolt at his flinch, his grip on your legs tighter as he pulls away for a deep breath. You catch the way he hazily licks his lips before helping himself another serving of you.

Any insults you thought of throwing his way dies down in your throat in exchange for a moan.

"Ohh, g-good boy. What a, ugh, good fucking boy." And for someone who acts like a dog, this man goddamn purrs instead.

It's not fair. It's not fucking fair that you're losing your own composure because Keigo is just too good for his own good. So you retaliate and set the setting to its highest vibration.

"M-mommy, oh, mhm---" Keigo gasps and presses his tongue and lips against your cunt. He breathes heavily through his nose as his body jolts in a rhythmic manner.

He squeals against you and you're too lost in the feeling to be pissed that he came without your permission.

And when you ride out your own orgasm, you pull him away from your throbbing cunt. Staring him down while Keigo licks his lips, the pink appendage trying to reach for his own cheeks and chin like a slobbering dog. He is so out of it he wouldn't even see it coming.

You catch your breath.

"I think, it's time for your reward." You announce and Keigo looks up at you in a panic.

"Wait, no, mommy I-I don't, don't deserve it." Of course he doesn't. He already came. But you know why he vehemently insists on saying he doesn't deserve a reward. You stand up from your seat and motion him the couch.

"No, no, I insist. Sit down, my sweets." And Keigo has no choice but shakily nod along and move to your liking. The black of his maid skirt already stained.

He tries to close his legs and although you may be weaker in strength, your nails dig deep enough to his thighs that he opens up anyway.

You run your tongue against his messy cock. Maintaining eye contact with his teary ones. You feel his legs shake.

"P-please, too much..." Keigo whines painfully. You lean back and grab the remote.

"Just medium then. You can tap out anytime." You compromise before getting back at punishing him.

"O-oh, I---I wouldn't, wouldn't want to." He sighs.

You didn't fully anticipate for you two to go off script but you'll let it pass for now. You're not too concerned about the sudden change of position, never worried about how you're now kneeling on the floor while your Keigo sits on the throne while manspreading.

There's no worry of him getting ideas about overpowering you, not when he can't see the view of being above you.

Considering that his golden eyes are too busy rolling at the back of his skull.

"Fuuuck, mommy, too much! Can't, I can't anymore!" Keigo whines when you deepthroat him, you squeeze his balls hard to remind him that indeed he can definitely give more.

"Mhm, sen---ah, cumming, fuck, c-cumming mommy!" You flinched from how hard Keigo smacks his hands against the couch, gripping them like the furniture is his only anchor in this world. That if he lets go, he might float away to the afterlife.

You try to relax your jaw, around his dick and angling yourself so his spunk doesn't shoot at the back of your throat but rather smoothly goes down as you swallow.

"O-ohhh," Keigo whines breathlessly when you continue to swallow whatever might come out before finally slowing to a halt. You pull away from his dick, finally giving it a break. As well as his prostrate when you turned off the vibrator. You take a deep breath before looking up at his pretty fucked out face.

"Such a good boy." You coo him a praise but he looks distraught and his own shortcomings.

"B-but I---" You interrupt him, leaning upwards to hold his face and ground him.

"No, no, I was being unfair. It happens." You ease him from his worries.

"I came without you telling me." He pouts as you stand up and lean further towards his sweaty face.

"That vibrator did a number on you, I wasn't being nice at all." You reiterate, kissing his forehead then his nose.

"You are my good boy and you did amazing." You rub your noses together and you relish how he beams in pride. He pulls you to sit on his lap, you happily oblige.

You rest your head against his neck, rubbing his bicep with your arm while Keigo holds you tight like his personal teddy bear.

"Thank you for washing up the dishes." You sigh out once you feel that he's finally come down from the height of his emotions.

"Thanks for making dinner, mommy." He replies, humourously using your title. You snort in amusement.

"Right, let's take a bath?" You prompt and you feel him nod in agreement.

[sinfulslytherin]

Trigger warning: mature content

Summary: You tease Draco and he decides to get his revenge only for you to realize what you truly are for him.

(Angst)

Iknow how to treat girls. I took good care of Amara just yesterday when I showed her the guest room. Right?" Draco says as he tries to remind me of our steamy encounter last night.

A smirk plasters on his face.

I would have probably turned shy under other circumstances

but I turn bold in my drunken state and decide to play his game.

"You could've done a better job." I say as I smirk.

The dumb smirk he carried just a few seconds ago on his lips dissapears as soon as the words slip from my lips.

Narcissa smiles while silently drinking her wine, surely understanding the ambiguous conversation.

I finish my last glass in a quick motion and thank Narcissa for the day and especially the wine.

I am satisfied with leaving a dumbfounded Draco behind me.

I make my way upstairs while tumbling a bit from side to side.

I try to make my way to my room when suddenly a hand grabs my wrist and pulls me into the next best room.

It takes me a few seconds to realise that I am in Dracos room, pushed against his bedroom door.

I groan as I hold my head. The alcohol makes my head spin due to the fast motion.

"What's wrong, sweet girl?-Does your head spin?" Draco asks in a mocking tone.

"Fuck you." I mumble while still holding my head.

Dracos hand makes its way to my throat.

His fingers meet my throat and he gives it a gentle but firm squeeze.

I fail to supress the gasp that slips from my lips.

"What did you say? I could've done better?" Draco asks as his head comes closer to my face.

I laugh at his question.

"What? Did I break your ego?"

"I'd really like to know if that attitude of yours stayed the same if I face fucked you."

My eyes widen and a wave of silence washes over me.

My head keeps spinning but somehow I feel sober now.

"What's the matter doll?"

Dracos face moves even closer. I feel his hot breath against my neck as a shiver runs down my spine. His lips lightly brush against my skin in a teasing way. He places his knee between my legs and I start to feel the pressure he applies on my throbbing core.

A silent but audible moan slips from my lips. I let my body sink down to increase the pressure.

"Are you trying to get off on my knee? Are you that underfucked?"  Draco says in a degrading tone.

"I could ask you the same. Since when do you care about me and give me so much attention?" I ask while smirking.

Draco looks away while a laugh slips from his lips before he locks eyes with me again.

"Who said I care about you and not just your body? You know I hate Graham with all my guts but we can agree on one thing. You are pretty attractive for a pain in the ass."

My smirk is washed from my face. 

He laughs while saying so. I don't know if he still thinks we are teasing each other or if he's actually serious.

I lift my arms in order to push him away. Draco stumbles backwards as I open the door and quickly run over to my room and lock me up inside.

I don't know what I was hoping for. He treated me with so much kindness yesterday and he made me feel things that I have never felt.

 Maybe love. Maybe I hoped to get some love.

But love?-From Draco Malfoy?

I feel embarrassed as I remember the vulnerable state he saw me in. The way his eyes landed on my skin when I was touching myself.

I can only blame myself for being this delusional.

Maybe Graham was right and my destiny is already set in stone. I have no other option than to accept that I will never receive the love I crave for. The only thing close to it will be Grahams bipolar behaviour.

A tear slips at the realisation that I am trapped.

I guess I hoped for a hand to hold onto but it was just another rope.

Read the full story here~ Chapter:Vulnerable.

[froggywritesstuff]

monster | yandere!amber freeman

Pairing: Yandere!Amber Freeman x male!reader 

Warnings: Scream 5 spoilers, swearing, yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, possessiveness, mentions of murder, dub-con touching, stockholm syndrome, fluff if you squint

Fandom: Scream

Request: anon: Yandere Amber Freeman x Male Reader, where he urges her stop being Ghostface because he's worried sick about her being arrested or killed - and she's a bit taken aback, because despite everything she puts him through, he still genuinely cares/loves her and wants her to be okay?

A/N: (i hope y'all are liking yandere amber as much as i am.) fem readers DNI and spoilers ahead. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

Your legs bounced with anxiety as you stared at the clock reading 1:14am. Every second that passed felt like an eternity. Amber was supposed to be home ages ago. At first it upset you because you missed her (though you'd never let her know that), but over time, you got a gnawing, dreadful feeling that something bad had happened to her. You knew she was smart about killing people - she made sure to tell you all about it in explicit detail - but lately you had started to worry about something happening to her. What if she slipped up and got caught on a security camera, or someone started fighting back, or if she got arrested. You hated to admit it, but you didn't know what you'd do without Amber. She was completely unfair to you in every possible way, you weren't even sure she viewed you as your own person, only seeing you as her helpless boyfriend. But still, you had become attached to her. You felt like you needed her. That feeling terrified you.

You grab your phone and check your notifications, making sure to get rid of all the notifications from your friends talking about how they miss you and wanna hang out more, as Amber would get insanely jealous if she saw those when she checked your phone. You frowned after seeing no response to the message you sent to Amber, feeling yourself getting more anxious by the minute. You heard noises from outside the door, and the gnawing feeling in your stomach became a thousand times worse.

You flinched as the door swung open loudly, but you calmed down slightly when you realised it was just Amber.

"Hey babe," she greeted with a smile, slipping out of her Ghostface costume and heading toward the kitchen sink to wash the blood off herself. She swore never to touch you with anyone's blood if it wasn't from you or herself.

You said nothing, just stared down at the floor. 

Amber frowned at your silence as she dried her hands with a towel, "Hey," she snapped, moving so she was in front of you and towering above you, "Answer me when I speak to you," she grabbed your jaw, making you look directly at her, "Understand?"

You nodded, "Yeah, sorry Amber." you mumbled, flinching when she moved to sit down right next to you, arms wrapping tightly around your body.

"How was your night, baby?"

You begged your body not to shake in her arms as you spoke, "Why were you out so long?"

Amber just smiled, and you were just grateful she didn't get mad at you for not answering her question, "Aww, did somebody miss me?"

"Why were you out so long?" you repeated, your voice coming out way more shaky than you wanted.

"Aw, don't worry baby, I just had some extra stuff to take care of. Tyler, that ass from your math class was being extra difficult tonight." she sighed, "That kid can run."

"I want you to stop." you blurted out, regretting saying anything the second you did.

You felt Amber's cold glare on you, "Stop what?"

"I... I want you to stop killing people." you kept your gaze glued to the floor.

"And why is that, Y/N?"

You took a shaky breath, "I don't want something bad happening to you."

Amber's gaze immediately softened, "What do you mean, baby?"

"Wha-what if someone catches you with your mask off, or if the police come and you can't escape quick enough, o-or what if someone's stronger than you and they fight back," at this point, tears were rushing down your face, "what if you leave and don't come back?"

Amber froze, your words repeating in her mind until she finally made sense of them, "You... you really care about me?"

If you were in the right mindset, you would've said something else about how it was just stockholm syndrome and how Amber had made you feel like you were worthless without her so you would feel helpless if she was gone. But you weren't in the right mindset. You were sobbing over the thought of something happening to your girlfriend who was responsible for hundreds of innocent people's deaths.

"Yes, Amber. I hate being without you, I need you." you sobbed, wiping at the tears on your face.

Amber said nothing. She just stared at you. She looked genuine for once. It wasn't some trick or some way to manipulate you. She loved you more than anything in the world and to hear you crying over how much you cared for her? She adored seeing you cry but she couldn't stand it now.

She pulled you in a hug, letting you sob into the crook of her neck as she ran her hand through your hair in an attempt to calm you down. She took a while to gather her thoughts, wanting to say the right response to something she had no idea to respond to. She had put you through absolute hell, even she could admit that. You should've been jumping for joy at the chance to be away from her. But you weren't. You were crying over the thought of something bad happening to her. No matter how confused she was, she adored this new attitude of yours.

"It's ok baby, nothing's gonna happen to me." she whispered.

"But what if you're wrong?"

"Come on baby, I've been killing everyone in this town for over a month now, not even my closest friends know I'm Ghostface. You didn't either until I told you." she pulled out of the hug, cupping your face with her hands, smiling as she used her thumb to wipe away your tears, "You're gonna have to trust me, Y/N." you went to shake your head, but felt her grip on your face tighten, making you unable to move, "I'd never lie to you baby." That was a lie. But you couldn't bring yourself to think of that.

You sniffled, staring into your girlfriend's eyes, "Do you promise?"

She nodded, "I promise, baby. I'm never gonna leave you." she pressed her lips against yours, before pulling away, and glancing at the time, "It's late Y/N. Let's get ready for bed, ok? You must be tired."

You said nothing as she pulled you up from the couch by your hands and led you to the bedroom. Deep down you knew there was something very wrong with this situation. Your girlfriend was responsible for the death of countless innocent lives, and you genuinely loved her. That thought terrified you.

You sat silently on the edge of the bed as Amber dug through the drawers to pick out your pyjamas. You cringed as you recall yourself purposely not getting changed so Amber could choose your clothes. You felt sick at how you had grown so accustomed to being with Amber. How bending at her every whim was slowly becoming second nature to you.

"Put this on." Amber was standing in front of you, a pair of folded pyjama pants in her hands, smiling as you took them from her hands, thanking her as you stood up to undress.

It had been especially cold the last couple of nights, so Amber immediately jumped at the chance to make you dependent on her. She'd give you as little clothes as she could, forcing you to cuddle up to her for warmth during the night. As well as this, she loved seeing your bare skin exposed to her, especially when you would tense up under her touch.

You slipped under the covers of the double bed, staying as close to the edge of the bed as you could as you felt Amber slide in next to you, wasting no time to wrap her arms tightly around your body.

She pulled you close to her, "I love you baby." she mumbled, smiling against your neck.

A pit formed in your stomach as you wasted no time responding, "I love you too."

What scared you most was that you knew it was true. You loved Amber. You were capable of loving a murderer - a monster.

buy me a coffee <3

[roxynmae]

Hey I'm the og spider is the bio kid of jake anon and I'm LOVING the responses to this sooooo much!!!

My brain went down the route of in the wreckage of the ships some tablets got washed up and still worked. Jake gets spider to log into his old account to see in it still works (spider has small enough fingers to type) and they log in and it's like all of jake old phone, like videos of the past, old texts, his music library everything and it's like very fun - until norm points out that there is an unread message.

And it's a video message from spiders biological mum, who speaks French or smth (I live the idea that jake speaks French for some reason idk, and she chooses to tell the message in French because she knows none of the other crewmates speak it.) She tells him in the message that she knows what's coming and that she won't drag the baby into being blackmail, so they lied and said that Paz was pregs and that the bio mum was her support when it was born. Had to choose quaritch for the birth certificate bc he was the only man paz had slept with in the right time period. Idk I love the idea that she actually lived and went back to earth, and that somewhere in the message she says 'I know you might not get this but even if you don't know that he's yours I don't imagine you'll leave a kid to be raised by scientists, give him a good life jake'.

And it's just jake blank stare because oh my god that's her hair and his eyes and his mums nose and how the fuck didn't he see this before. I like to imagine a point of conflict being that he tells neytiri before spider

I'm not the biggest quaritch and Spider fan so I don't imagine he would run to him, but I do like what you wrote on neyteyam, and how he would be pretty skeptical of his dad's behaviour. I feel like spider would be much the same once the honeymoon period is over

Idk about neytiri, I imagine she would be pissed but I also think that she would accept him (maybe not as her own kid but as a stepchild) because she still has a feeling that this sort of thing would be eywas will, that the first human child would be born of toruk macto

Jake, I may be in the minority bc spider tumblr loves quaritch, but I think he could be an amazing dad he just has to make the decision to do better and not wallow in his own guilt. He would have alot of work to do, but I think he could do it (if he pulls his head out on his ass)

But yeah!!! Tell me what you think xxx

Wow! Thank you I’m loving this AU so much!

Them finding the message and only Jake understanding is a really good idea! It also makes for an interesting interaction with all the ones around him at the moment. And he as to lie his way out of the situation until he figures how to deal with the situation. The man literally froze into place, all that he himself had done and what he let other do to Spider downing on him. Her last words making him feel ashamed, how could he be such a horrible man?

Now I don’t see her surviving only because why wouldn’t she try to talk to Jake directly? Going to him, telling him the truth, she did all of this to protect their child I don’t see her wanting to be away from him.

I’m happy that you agree on how Neteyam would take the news. The boy truly feels lost at the moment, he grows resentment towards Spider, in his eyes now he lost his spot as first born, the rift between him and his siblings is getting bigger by the day and he truly feels as if he only has his mom left. He won’t even look at his dad in the eyes, Neteyam feels betrayed by him.

Neytiri is constantly trying to forget Jake’s past as a human and now Spider is the biggest reminder. It’s not going to get better, actually I see her getting even more antagonistic considering how Neteyam has taken the news.

Now for the dad situation, I have to admit my bias towards Quaritch, I love him as Spider’s dad and I don’t think Jake deserves this kid, not that he deserves his other children. Jake would need to do some serious work towards his whole family, because in my opinion as things stand he failed both as a father and as a husband.

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 35

After I had taken Katsuki to his room, I left him to shower and change.

And I had to do the same.

My erection had almost gone completely soft, so when I got in the shower it didn't take long for it to go back to its normal size. But now that I had time on my own...

The memory of Katsuki moaning and gasping my name had me aroused yet embarrassed. My embarrassment made me cover my face with my palms as I felt the warm water running down my (back/chest.)

What had gotten into me all of a sudden?! I mean... I don't regret it, at all, but I told Katsuki I wouldn't do anything he didn't want... and I just did that.

While I was scolding myself for my selfish behaviour, my phone rang, and the ringtone for Katsuki's contact echoed inside the bathroom walls.

I closed the shower and wrapped my towel around my hips, getting out and grabbing my phone.

It was a message.

BabySuki;

Don't rack your brain over something stupid.

I wanted you to keep going, so don't you fucking dare think you forced me.

And also...

I'm going to kill you soon.

I finished reading the last message as they popped up on the screen, and I had to wait a few seconds before another one was sent.

I choked with my own spit.

It was a picture. Katsuki was standing in front of the mirror, his shirt off his body and water dripping down his chest, but the red bite marks around his nipples were really noticeable, and his neck had a few but they were more subtle.

I didn't think they would look like that!

His nipples were a darker pink and slightly swollen, with teeth marks around both of them, along with some small purple hickeys around them.

My face felt warm and I tore my eyes away from the screen, only to have my (e/c) eyes landing on my reflection, noticing a deep bite mark on my shoulder.

It was darker than the ones Katsuki had but there were also some nail marks on my upper back too. And I quickly snapped a picture of them.

;You marked me too, puppy.

I heard a scream and the popping noise of small explosions on the other side of the wall, and that made me chuckle.

Then we're even.

And don't call me puppy!

;But I've always thought you were a cute little angry puppy.

;The cutest Pomeranian on earth.

I walked out of my room with my phone in hand, placing it on my desk and turning around to take out clean clothes from my dresser. Yes, I changed when I came here earlier, but I needed to wash those anyway.

While I pulled up my sweatpants over my underwear, I heard a knock on the door.

Who can it be...? Izuku, maybe?

I walked up to it, drying my hair with the towel, and I pushed the knob door down. The door was open from the outside and then a body collided with mine.

I almost fell on my ass, but I was quick enough to hold myself up by grabbing my desk, the towel in my hand falling onto the floor.

"If you're going to say embarrassing shit... say them looking me in the eyes," Katsuki backed away from my neck to stare at me, our eyes locking.

I chuckled and wrapped my arms around him, lifting him off the ground. Katsuki bent his legs instead of wrapping them around my hips and he had an adorable smile on his face now, his crimson eyes staring at my (e/c) ones and then down to my lips.

"You came here just to tell me that, puppy?" He blushed as I said it and he bit his bottom lip, the corners of his mouth trembling as I noticed him resisting the urge to smile, "How can you be so damn cute, Suki? I love how you become when you're with me," I placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, and he scoffed.

"You pathetically missed, my lips aren't there." I smiled at him and put him down, so I was towering over his muscular body.

"If you wanted me to kiss you, you could've done it yourself," he groaned at my teasing and placed his palms on my shoulders.

"That wouldn't have been fun, would it?," he smirked and stood on his tippy toes, "Why do you have to be so tall, damn it? I can't reach your lips..." he tried to stretch his neck up, but the struggle was making his body shake from the effort.

Katsuki looked cute -like he always does, I won't ever get tired of thinking that-, but I decided he had enough, so I got closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and held him against me, making him arch his back slightly, and kissing his red, plump and tempting lips. I thought we already looked like those typical dramatic kisses, but then Katsuki lifted his legs to my hip.

Now it definitely was a dramatic kiss.

However, the moment was broken when my phone went off again, and Katsuki tried to hold me in place to prevent me from breaking our kiss, but I poked his sides and that made him back away in an instant.

I chuckled.

I grabbed my phone and stared at the screen.

BunnyZuku:

Dinner's ready (M/n)-kun.

;Okay, thanks Izuku, we'll be there soon.

"Let's go, dinner is ready." I opened one of my drawers and took out a black tank top with thick straps to cover the bite on my shoulder. Katsuki stood beside me and stared at me up and down.

That made me feel self-conscious.

"W-what...?" He licked his bottom lip before biting it.

"Nothing, you should be shirtless more often." I felt my face heat up at his comment and I fondled with the hem of my top. "Also, do you have something to hide this?" Looking up, he was signalling to the subtle marks on his neck. If you didn't know they were there, they were pretty much invisible, but it was probably just to be safe.

And that's when remembered that I had a turtleneck tank top, well it was a compression shirt I rarely ever used, so I looked around for it.

"This?" I held it up for him to take and he grabbed it, shrugging and taking his shirt off. I swallowed hard and looked away.

"You can stare, you know? I don't mind." His tone was teasing and I had to cover my face with my hands.

"Stop with the teasing, Suki." He scoffed a laugh and held my arm.

"Let's go, I'm hungry."

Moving my hands away from my face I glanced at him. The shirt was kinda loose on him, which made him look adorable in it.

I silently admired him for a bit until we arrived at the common room.

[konigsblog]

AAAH THE WAY YOU WRITE FOR YANDERE / KIDNAPPER / OBSESSIVE KÖNIG IS SO GREAT

Please, I beg you, write about it more. (Especially kidnapper König).

AHHH THANK YOUUU!!! <333 sorry this took so long to get around to, i had tons of requests but i'm really glad you're enjoying it :)) ☄️

drug use and yandere behaviour ...

kidnapper!könig who feels superior looming above you when you beg and plead - begging for your life and forgiveness after attempting to escape. the man to punish you with reassuring words, not able to spit out hurtful, harsh things that would have tears streaming down your face in a matter of seconds. a smirk replaces his frown when you bend over his leg without him even having to ask; all vulnerable and obedient, giving him you're tight ass to spank.

if he's feeling generous, kind, he may allow you to bite onto his fingers, muffling your whines and sobs as he continues to beat your ass raw, eyes fucked-out and dizzy as he'd continued to knock the wind from your lungs with each spank :((((

he'd handcuff your wrist to the bed, his burly arms snaked around your waist as he forces your head into his chest, or the crook of his neck, huffing at his musk as it was the only aroma of a human being nearby you - isolated and trembling as he either scolded or left for deployment, the fear of dying alone washing over you. although, he may seem horrible, he truly does love you; a delusional, overprotective psychopath who believes that this is true love - whilst being aware that he's ruining you, breaking you down. occasionally, he'll blame it on his drug use, smoking joints and getting high, stinking of weed as he lays beside you, forced to smell him as he cuddles against you. “don't hide from me, dear..- come here..”