#I hope you'll enjoy it when it comes out if it isn't too dark for you!

[skywalking-through-life]

I know imma lil late for the WIP title game but I’m here!! lol anywayyyy i was looking thru and there are just so many to choose from i was like imma ask about this one oh no wait what bout this one?? lolol but seriously for my ask i have 2 and you can choose which one you wanna do but it’s the Poseidon and Ms. Lafayette parent teacher conference or the fed kidnapping one which 👀👀 I’m actually really intrigued by but whichever you choose lol 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Hello there, dear friend! You are not at all late, but I am so excited that you decided to send me an ask even though you thought you were! 💙

You are too sweet - there ARE a lot of potential ones to ask about, lmao, because I have no chill and make notes about every idea I have. And I'm happy to say that I've actually already answered the Poseidon-Ms. Lafayette parent-teacher conference one here...

...so you're going to get an answer to both! I am honestly SO thrilled that you asked about the Fed kidnapping fic, because I have been DYING to talk about it! The amount of space it takes up in my waking and sleeping thoughts is CONSIDERABLE. Just the outline is right now is as long as [conduct not unbecoming]! 😭 I'm still holding a lot of cards close to my chest regarding this fic, but I'll give you some basics, and a tiny snippet of my outline! But before I do, just a heads up: this fic is actively going to explore darker topics and themes than I've explored in any of my published writing thus far. Characters are going to get seriously physically and psychologically hurt, face some pretty sadistic enemies, and have to reckon with some really intense moments. Because it is me I can promise 1) no major character death, and 2) a happy ending, but there will definitely be suffering before that happens. See more below the page break. 💙

Essentially, it is going to be one long sequel to my entire 'Percy's senior year (mis)Adventures' series (you'll see why once it's out), and it will be set just after his sophomore year at New Rome University. He and Annabeth are back in NYC for the summer, Annabeth has an internship, but he's still trying to figure out how to spend his summer. He's got some tentative hopes and plans, but because he's Percy Jackson...well, does anything ever go right for him? Here's a chunk of what will become the first chapter. You'll probably be able to tell what I mean by 'Fed kidnapping' after this. 😉

"Percy absently unlocks the front door, arms full of bags, not looking up but calling to his mom that he's home. 

It's as if the apartment is holding its breath. No one greets him, he looks up, concerned. "Mom?"

A toddler's squeal is heard from the living room, and is abruptly cut off.

He doesn't even stop to put down the bags, palms Riptide but doesn't upcap yet, comes charging in…and is brought up short by the presence of men in dark suits surrounding his terrified parents and baby sister. More suits emerge from the kitchen, weapons drawn.

Percy thinks for a moment about fighting, but freezes when the suits in the living room also draw their weapons and point them at him. He stiffens and holds his bag-laden hands away from his body. Too many guns to risk an open fight, not in this setting.

A suit who looks like he might be the leader has been sitting in Percy's favorite chair, cool as a cucumber, the whole time. With everyone frozen, he stands and casually starts talking. He is bland and boring looking, very gray, and he looks oddly familiar to Percy - though he can't figure out why.

"Hello, Perseus."

"Who the hell are you?" (Angry but controlled, eyes darting)

"An excellent question. But we need not concern ourselves with those particularities right now." (Smiles placatingly) 

Percy gives him a withering look.

"Now now, none of that. Your country is in need of men like you, son." (Charming, but only barely, flashes an official-looking badge)

"If this is the beginning of some kind of weird military recruitment spiel, don't bother. I heard enough of those in high school. I'm, uh…a pacifist." (Wary, thinking frantically)

"A pacifist, eh? Been in a lot of fights for someone who doesn't believe in violence," Rattles off a brief list of Percy's history of school incidents. (Still barely charming)

Percy is shaken by how much this guy knows, but doesn't want to show it. How does this guy know who he is? Who is he?

"...so don't try to lie to me, boy. It won't end well for you." (A hint of real menace)

Percy wants to snark back, but his danger sense warns him to shut up…for now. Probably not for long.

"Now, if you're done with the smart remarks, this is how this is going to work. You are going to put those bags on the floor. You are going to turn around, and you are going to put your hands on the wall behind you. You will be searched and secured. You will not resist. And you will come with us, quietly."

Percy is still, mind racing. This is no military recruitment spiel. So why does the government want him? Do they still think he's a potential domestic terrorist, or have they discovered he's more than meets the eye? So he falls back on the old standby: making fun of his enemies. "Very original, 007. What movie are you stealing all the cheesy lines from?"

Lead Suit does not like Percy's attitude, but mostly stays cool - only small cracks appear in the armor. But he now gives a command, and suddenly red laser dots appear on the heads of his mom, Paul, and Estelle. 

"I don't think you really appreciate the gravity of your situation, Mr. Jackson. Should you not decide to cooperate with us…well, actions have consequences."'

...dun dun dun! So yeah, I think you can parse out where this might potentially be going. 💀 I'm actually incredibly excited to write it, to get it out of this abbreviated form and onto ao3! But I have to finish 'Percy's senior year (mis)Adventures' first, or a bunch of things won't make sense. 😉

[lvlyghost]

The Things I Never Said

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Simon had told you he never wanted to be a dad, so when the inevitable happens you run.

Word Count: 2.2k

Tw: angst, fluff, ooc simon(? descriptions of pregnancy and panic attacks, medical inaccuracies, slightly suggestive but nothing too explicit, this isn't proofread; i think that's it?✨

A/N: omg i couldn't stop thinking about this so i had to write it! I'm just feral for dad!simon loosely connected to this bc this is where the idea came from. Hope y'all enjoy it🫰🏻💛🦄

Masterlist✨| Part 2

You're shaking by the time you're out of the bathrooms. There's no doubt. You think with slight tremble on your lower lip. It almost feels aa of the world around you is closing in. Suffocating your lungs. Your vision blurs, when you toss the pregnancy test in the trash can.

This can't be happening. Not to you.

It's not that you didn't want to have kids.

But Simon didn't.

At this point you're sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for air. It's a good thing no one comes to this part late at night. The only moment you could find peace and solace. Sliding down the wall, hiding your face in your hands. How could you let this happen? You should've been more careful.

Your mind goes back to that day when neither of you cared about the consequences. Caught up in the moment, tearing each other's clothes; eager to be together. You hadn't seen Simon in two months when he was deployed to Serbia and you had to stay behind. Being both in the military meant knowing the risks. Every time could be the last time. You heard things about that specific mission. He got injured. You remember the gnawing fear clawing at your chest. And then there he was, knocking on your door as soon as they landed. His shoulder wrapped around bandages. He kissed you hard, desperately.

Hitting the mattress with you on top of him, not wanting to hurt him anymore. The sweet things he murmured in your ears, hands intertwined as you fall apart together.

You love him.

He cares for you.

But even if he felt slightly the same way about you, it wouldn't be enough.

Simon had... traumas. A tragic story of his own. You heard him talk about it late at night when he couldn't sleep. Those demons that plagued his mind, his dreams... and you listened. That's all you could do.

Offer a hand to the man that had saved you over and over again. And somewhere along the lines you fell.

And you fell hard.

Somewhere between dark nights and shared kisses at dawn.

-

You didn't get any sleep last night.

Your mind is still spinning with the anxiety. The morning sickness that started to disrupt as soon as you woke up. Red, puffy eyes that you try to dissimulate by washing your face hoping it goes away.

You get dressed feeling devastated, knowing that you'll have to face him as soon as you enter the training room. He's in charge. The mere thought makes you want to throw up. But you leave the bedroom nonetheless. Walking down the hallway feeling your hands sweating and your ragged breathing.

When you finally open the doors you're fifteen minutes late. That alone will earn you a punishment.

It's almost as if he feels your presence, immediately finding your form when you enter, his jaw tightens. Simon doesn't like this. But as long as you're under his command you get equal treatment or else, he'd be in problems. Both, would be in problems.

"Bit late Sergeant." He grumbles, emphasizing the last word staring directly in your eyes. Ghost is perceptive and is aware that something is wrong, but doesn't comment on it... yet. "Fifty push-ups. Start sparring when you're done."

You swallow down saliva, feeling your throat constrict.

Fuck, fuck. Don't cry. Not right now.

This whole situation has you sensitive.

You start, concentrating on doing the push-ups. Hearing the distant voice of him echoing around the room, sometimes you think he's closer to where you are then he's gone, but his gaze never leaves you. It's almost sinful how good he looks in that tight green army t-shirt and cargo pants

Your arms are sore and wobbly by the time you finish. Standing up you fight a wave o nausea, closing your eyes so hard you see white dots behind your eyelids.

"You alright?" It's Kyle's hand on your shoulder what brings you back, your eyes fluttering open and find him looking at you, eyebrows slightly raised.

You give him a small smile and a nod.

"Just tired that's all. Didn't get much sleep last night." You divert your gaze where the rest are beginning to spar. "How mad is Ghost?"

Gaz chuckles.

"I wouldn't call that mad. I think he's worried. You look like shite, dear."

"Oh." You say.

Gaz prompts you to the other side to join the training. Everyone's gathered around the training mat. Soap is kicking a soldier's ass. What was his name again? You forgot.

A gentle brush on your skin and then delicate fingers wrap your arm. You freeze, Simon's feather touch sends goosebumps all over your body. You turn your face upward to acknowledge him. His deep blue eyes soften when you look at him.

"Is everything okay Sergeant?" He asks. No. He demands.

You open your mouth and then close it. That's a question you don't know yourself.

I wish. You want to say.

But nothing will ever be okay after last night.

"I... I- didn't get much sleep, Sir. That's all."

Simon sighs but doesn't insist. He just nods, accepting your answer for now, once the training is done he'd talk to you. "You're up." He instructs.

Hand to hand to combat has never been your strongest suit but you do it nonetheless. Informatics on the other hand... you're the best of the best. That's why you're here, why you're a part of the task force.

Ghost stands within your range of vision in a way that you can see that he's there even when you're fighting.

You start although you're not in your best shape. Your heart is racing but not for the adrenaline. Your mind is fuzzy and your stomach churns. The panic is starting to break loose on you. You recognize the signs. You barely dodge the man's punch, this can't be called sparring. You're merely deflecting his hits, defending yourself.

Get a fucking grip!

Soap and Gaz look at each other. Then at Ghost who's clenching his fists, looking like he's about to jump between the two and kill the man. They get ready just in case something goes sideways.

You see his fist coming to your face, you take a step back but it grazes your left cheek. Someone in the distance swears and it's enough to distract you, the next blow goes to your gut. He doesn't even hit you with full force, noticing your lack of response he refrains as much as he can but it connects with your abdomen nevertheless.

It suffocates you. Brings you to your knees spitting saliva and gasping for air. You hear the soldier's frantic apologies. You cough trying to breathe but you just can't. It hurts you.

In a quick move Ghost is kneeling beside you, eyes scanning your body for external injuries. Anything.

"Hey... hey, kid! Look at me!" He orders. You can't, mostly because you're gasping for air, coughing, and the pain in your stomach. Ghost grabs your face seeing the tears collecting in the corner of your eyes. Another wave of nausea hits you and you spit out whatever comes out of your mouth. Simon takes you in his arms lifting you and runs to the infirmary, gritting his teeth. His steps echoing in the empty hallway as he bursts the doors of the med wing open.

-

"Captain..." you greet him as soon as you walk into his office, closing the door behind you with a soft click. Price looks at you, arms crossed. The bucket hat resting on his head. He's dead serious.

"Does he know?" He interrogates with that deep voice of his. It's only been an hour since the incident. Price had to do all in his power to keep Ghost busy. It nearly costs him a limb and a punch to his face. There's only so much he can do.

"No." You murmur, looking down to your feet.

"Jesus, kid." He pinches the bridge of his nose. His head was pounding already. This wasn't good. For any of them. John had decided to turn a blind eye on the situation. As long as it didn't interfere with their duties. Now? He shakes his head. Price walks towards you, the youngest of his team and a valuable asset. You were important to him, to everyone in the 141; to Simon in a very different way. "I'm putting you on medical leave. You must take care of your health, your body. I'll see what I can do, yeah? And for the love of God, talk to Simon."

-

You don't.

And that's because you're terrified. As soon as you left Price's office you ran to your room throwing your belongings in a duffel bag. You needed time to think. Of course you'd tell Simon.

Just not right now.

The disapproving stare of the doctor was enough to make you feel bad about hiding your pregnancy from him and then your Captain. You bite your lip and head out, the taxi driver is waiting already so you hop in, wishing to get some time alone. Clear your head and then find the best way to tell Simon about this.

It's raining outside by the time you're in your apartment. You've had time to get a quick shower and take the ibuprofen for your sore body. Your hands run absentmindedly to your stomach, soothing the skin but flinching when you press too hard. You should've stayed at base and talk to him after what happened.

But you're scared of the outcome.

By this time Simon must've found out you're gone. You won't blame him if he hates you. After all you ran away from him, like a coward.

Pouring some tea on a mug you hear the sound of keys jingle, and the footsteps followed by a large shadow that towers above you. Blond hair and hard eyes contemplating you, the mask is gone...

Holy shit. You think.

The only thing that Simon finds comfort in is gone. There's something about him not hiding behind the balaclava that sets deep in your heart. As if he were baring himself to you. Not that you hadn't seen his face before; that's exactly why this is more meaningful. It's serious. He chose to show you how vulnerable you can make him.

"Why?" His stern voice sends shivers down your spine. "I went to check on you and the first thing they say is that you're gone." His lips are pressed in a thin line.

"Simon, it's not what you're thinking..."

"Then bloody tell me what is it." He seethes, taking a step closer. "Was already losing my fucking mind over that bastard hitting you and suddenly you're gone?" He shakes his head. "Had I known you weren't going to fight back..."

"I'm pregnant." You blurt out, interrupting his talk. Simon's jaw clenched, halting and freezing on his spot. "And I'm sorry I didn't come to you as soon as I found out but I was scared." Your lips quiver and you hold back a sob, but unable to do much about the tears. "I was scared to tell you because I know you never wanted any of this, I failed to you. I couldn't sleep, I was panicking and the thought of losing you... I needed time to figure out how to tell you." Simon is silent, he doesn't move nor blinks. He just stares. Memories of his time with his father flooding his mind. He never wanted kids. That's true.

Seeing you there, in front of him. Choking on your words, crying because you thought he'd abandon you like you were nothing? Bloody fucking Christ it breaks his heart. Very few things had that effect on Simon. He had made you fearful of facing this on your own. Did you think you were just his friend with benefits? Someone he'd come to whenever he wanted to get laid? Hadn't you seen the way his eyes roamed over you whenever you were around? Never fucking heard the despair in his voice when you got shot during that black ops in Afghanistan? How he seemed to loom over your presence if some pathetic muppet tried flirting with you? The nights spent in his bedroom, limbs tangled hearing you speak about your day? The mission when he finally realized he was completely and utterly fucking enamored with you?

That time he wouldn't leave your bedside because you were severely wounded and comatose?

"I am not my old man, kid." He states after a few minutes of silence. "And if it wasn't clear already, I'd do anything for you. I don't know shite about being a parent but I'll try, yeah? For you..." he clears his throat. This was as complicated for him as it was for you. "For both of you, I'll try." The words sound strange coming out of his mouth. You close the space between you and hug him, inhaling his scent. He kisses your temple while rubbing soft circles on your back. Relief washes over your body and the tears stop gradually, until it's just the two holding one another during a raging storm of feelings and nature outside.

Soon the tension, the doubts and the anxiety are replaced with reassurance and loving words.

Promises.

Things you never thought you'd hear.

[agentmarvel]

Can we have headcanons of fem!reader wife x 141 guys and how they each handle her leaving for girl’s night out in a really skimpy dress?

I think they’d all have hilarious reactions.😂

Omg yesssss

NSFW under the cut

MDNI - 18+

♡ Price:

Oh lord, that man is NOT letting you out of the house.

"Where ya think you're going in that?"

gets a little pissy when you remind him you have one girls night a month, and you have every right to wear whatever you want

"Doesn't mean you have the right to show anyone else what's mine, love."

will physically block the door with his whole body, knowing you won't be able to move him unless he allows it

he isn't mad - no, quite the opposite! it's taking every ounce of his self-restraint not to rip that damn thing in half and have his way with you right there on the foyer floor

"John, move. I don't want to be late!" - "Shame... You should've thought about that before you put on something you know damn well I can't resist."

he thinks it's cute when you argue with him, but you both know this ends up with your front pressed up against the door, panties pulled to the side, and his cock buried to the hilt inside you

after he cums, he pulls your panties back into place and gives you a harsh swat on the ass, not caring that your make up is a little smudged or that your legs are jello while he's giving you that smug look he wears so well

"Enjoy your night out, Mrs. Price. Hurry home."

♡ Gaz:

he's on you before you even walk out of the bathroom after you finish your hair

wraps his arms around your waist, puts his chin on your shoulder, tells you how pretty you look

"This dress new? Haven't seen it on the floor before."

ohhhhh, he is so down bad for you, even after as long as you've been together

makes it a point to grab a quick selfie bc he knows it's a solid confidence booster, and he wants you to feel as beautiful as you look

it doesn't really cross his mind that anyone would try anything on you - you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and he knows who you'll come home to; he knows who's bed you'll be in tonight, who's name you'll be calling in the dark

he even helps you pick the right shoes, even though you know he picks his favorite pair in hopes of seeing you in just those when you get home

ever the gentleman, he walks you out to your car, reminds you to drive safe, call him if you have too much to drink, etc.

he does, however, make it a point to send you some downright raunchy texts and a photo of his more... physical reaction, just in case you needed some motivation to come home a little early

when you get home (early), he's still riled up; he's too impatient to wait for you to make it upstairs, much less to unzip your dress for you, so you end up riding him on the landing until he's too tongue-tied to keep telling you how hot you look

♡ Soap:

you're not making it out of the house. Period.

the SECOND Johnny lays eyes on you, it's over

he's grabby as hell, digging his fingers into any part of you that he can - squeezing your ass, your hips, your thighs, tits, tummy, anything - while he navigates you to the nearest surface

"Yer so fuckin' pretty, baby. Never seen something so fuckin' perfect in my god damn life."

it doesn't matter if you end up on the couch, the kitchen counter, in the back yard; he's eating your pussy like a death row prisoner's last meal until you're crying, trying to wrench his head away with the hair tangled in your fist

he has your dress bunched up around your waist, straps pulled down so he can play with your nipples, but uses the whole garment as leverage while he fucks you stupid

you should've known better than to put a t-bone in front of a starving dog and expect it not to bite

"Go ahead, bonnie; text your little friends, tell them you're not gonna make it, yeah?"

♡ Ghost:

"'course, love. Have fun, be careful, call me if you need a ride."

Simon isn't too worried initially; he knows there isn't going to be a single soul in that bar willing or able to face his wrath should anything untoward happen. but then he actually sees what you're wearing, and all bets are off

that's why he follows you, he tells himself, it has nothing to do with the insatiable urge to destroy your ability to walk tomorrow

nothing trumps your safety, in terms of his priorities. he's simply here to look out for his wife, right?

wrong. he spends the next hour and a half watching you from a darkened corner of the bar while his palms itch with a need to touch

opportunity knocks when you excuse yourself from the table, and he follows you into the restroom, slipping in before you have a chance to lock the door

you're not surprised to see him (duh, you know him better than just about anyone), but you are surprised to find yourself bent over the sink, looking Simon in the eye through his reflection. he's fucking you mercilessly, spewing absolute filth while he pulls your head back by your hair

"My perfect little whore, hmm? Waltzing around in that tiny dress, wearing my fuckin' ring, rubbin' it in everyone's faces that you only open those pretty legs for me."

he wants to cum on your face, but you pout about the possibility of it getting in your eye, or worse, on your dress, so he settles for letting you swallow it instead

his impulses return not much longer after you return to your table; instead, he texts you that he's ready to head out, and you are all too quick to oblige

[bountycancelled]

decisions

luke castellan x child of hecate!reader

requested: yep! I hope you like it anon

warnings: allusions about death, but no character dies.

content: yall, it's 1 am rn, and I just wanna go to sleep. it's unedited and nothing bad happens I promise. I'll do a proper content thingy in the morning. pls enjoy while I pass out.

"you know those kids are probably gonna have nightmares for at least a week, right?"

you didn't need to turn to know who was behind you as you leaned against a tree trunk, toying with a twig in your hands. Luke castellan seemed to have an affinity for interrupting you anytime you found solace in being alone. you didnt know how he just... knew, when and where to find you during times like these, but he always did. you found yourself minding his presence less and less as time when on.

"they should consider themselves lucky, I was debating whether or not I should just summon a ghost for them tonight, but I figured they couldn't handle it, and this camp doesn't have any trauma counselling so." the leaves on the twig in your hand withered at an accelerated place in your hands, and a part of you felt bad. you usually kept your distance from anything living since you knew your touch had the possibility of having an adverse, and sometimes deadly affect, but tonight was just one of those nights.

Luke chuckled at your words, plucking one of the now wilted leaves from the twig in your grasp as he spoke up once more. "you know, I actually want you to help me with something, if you don't mind. I need help deciding whether or not I should do something."

you rolled your eyes, giving him a pointed look. "you know I can't make decisions for you. I don't have the ability to know what consequences you'll have to deal with."

"isn't hacate the goddess of crossroads?" Luke countered, a small smirk on his face. you knew that he was only pestering you because he thought it was funny that you always needed to explain your abilities and your godparent to people, but you couldn't just keep silent at his bait nonetheless.

"that doesn't make me some kind of fortune teller, I can't decide for you which direction to go to when you reach a fork on the path. I just have a vague understanding over what you're currently debating if you should do."

"okay okay, no fortune telling. but can you at least point me in the right direction? it doesn't matter how vague." he asked, and you tilted your head to stare up at the starry sky, because you knew that even in the dark, Luke could convince you to help him with nothing but a pleading glint in his deep eyes.

he didn't relent at tour silence or your avoidance of his gaze, uttering a small "please?" which finally broke your resolve.

you took a deep breath, finally looking at him once again, your face deep in concentration. "not a guide either. but I get the sense that... if you don't do what you're thinking of doing, you'll regret it." you felt a bit lightheaded afterwards, but the tree you were leaning against was enough security for you.

Luke on the other hand didnt seem to think so, showcased by how his hands immediately went to your shoulders in an effort to keep you up, while also unintentionally coming closer. a bit too close for comfort, but you were too foggy for the lack of distance to hit you yet.

he nodded at your advice, biting his lip before speaking once again, not missing the way your eyes flicked towards his lips and then back to his eyes, almost instantaneously.

"then I'll just go ahead and say it, I like you. a lot." he had expected a few different reactions, you immediately jumping into his arms and accepting his confession (his personal favourite hypothesis), you shyly stating that you felt the same way, you being shocked that he had feelings for you at all (he liked to believe that he wasn't entirely obvious) but he didn't expect what you did next.

instead, you blew air from your nose, giving him a look he couldn't quite place. "you have horrible taste. and you're also delusional. we've had maybe 4 conversations the entire we've known each other, and you like me?" you rolled your eyes, shaking your head at the words you were about to utter. "but I guess that makes me delusional too, because I feel the same way."

he pouted at your words, feigning hurt with a hand placed on his chest. "you wound me. if I had known you were gonna be this mean... I would've confessed sooner." he added with a slight smirk, trailing his other hand from your shoulder down to your waist, leaning his face towards yours.

you were quick to shut down his advance, maneuvering your way out of his hold. "one thing you're gonna need to get used to, castellan. no touching. at all. at least, not until I'm sure I can control my ability. you have a goodnight though." you called out as you walked away from a now needy Luke, leaving him leaning against the tree.

he quickly followed after you, trying to plead his case. "no touching? that's insane, how could I not touch you? I'm not afraid of death, especially if it comes from my hands on your body, or vice versa. I'll happily forfeit my life for a kiss. come on, I'm fine with just a peck. actually, no. I take that back. if I'm gonna die, we need to make out before I go."

you simply shook your head, reiterating your rule, unable to stop a grin from forming on your face. you stopped abruptly, turning to face him with a serious look in your eyes. "... okay. but just a peck. im serious."

it was not just a peck. but luckily, Luke made it out alive. (though, he seriously wouldn't have minded if he didn't.)

[eldritch-spouse]

Hear me out ok? In the middle of the night u just get rlly needy and horny but u dont have the guts to wake vesper up so u use his belly mouth instead to get off. Idk if im mistaken but i think u mentioned about vesper's belly mouth is awake even in the night?

[Yep, correct! Fem reader.]

TW: Somnophilia; Dubious consent then enthusiastic consent.

It's its own special type of Hell, living with Vesper.

Not because he treats you badly. Quite the contrary, as soon as you started making efforts to accept your new reality, he was the first one to volunteer any sort of help, hoping to make you feel as comfortable here as you did in your home, back on the surface. And, putting aside the volumes of mixed feelings you have regarding all this, it's... Sweet of him to at least care about your comfort.

That's not the problem.

The problem is your ceaseless libido.

Ever since you woke up in this ring, in his mansion, you've been burning up with arousal. You're always some degree of wet, sensitive, mind heading to the gutter far too frequently. You want everything and everyone, you want Vesper's touch on your body at every. Possible. Moment. You want him to slip his fingers and tongue anywhere he can and you want him to pick you up like a fucktoy whenever he pleases- Because it feels like nothing will ever sate you these days.

When you brought these concerns to the King, he was more than thrilled by the knowledge, though also a tad empathetic. It must be jarring, yes, he cooed, but you'll soon come to embrace your own desires. They're your true nature, after all.

It was... A strange conversation. To say the least.

Thankfully, Lust is the last place in the universe where you can be judged for excessive sexual cravings. It isn't the possible judgment of others that stops you from going all in, your own thoughts are what makes you hesitate.

Because, even if Vesper has made it very clear that you're to deliberately seek him out when you're bothered -No matter what he's up to- He can't possibly mean all the time, right?

It's common sense that you're not supposed to wake the Icon of Lust from a dead sleep just so you can have sex. How selfish of you! He's a King, he needs his rest.

But Gods... You're so fucking horny.

You can feel your heartbeat in your cunt. Maybe it's from sleeping in the same bed as him, where his loose fluff spreads sometimes, getting into the sheets, contaminating them. That must be the cause of your misery, in retrospect.

Well... You could get up. Look around, have a drink, return to bed after cooling off and enjoying the view from his lavish home. But you're comfortable.

And his smell... Oh, you inhale the pillow between you two faintly, it's addictive.

You don't want to get up. At all. Leaving this room sounds awful.

The tiniest bit of light creeps in through a gap in the massive curtains of your resting chambers, allowing some of the faint reddish glow of night to slink its way in, highlighting the form of your massive, recently proclaimed husband. Vesper sleeps soundlessly, a hand over his chest, the other, once holding you to his side, now dormant on the sheets, fingers periodically twitching. He sleeps bare, to absolutely no one's surprise. Legs faintly parted, offering a view you admire shamelessly in the dark. You've no doubt he has watched you like this before, so it's more than fair you get to ogle as well.

He's gorgeous. He's hot. So hot. You're married to the hottest thing that ever lived. Gods, he's such a whore.

Another flare of heat travels its way up from your loins. It would be exceptionally easy. All you'd have to do is palm at his exposed slit for a moment or two and he'd pop those treats out for you. All for you. He wouldn't even care, it's probably normal for Vesper-

With a shake of the head, you push said thoughts away as hard as possible. See? Not a moment of rest, all these gross ideas swimming around like they belong, like it's right. You're above something so rude!

But you're not above touching yourself in the same bed.

In your humble defense, you need this. You really need this, or you're going to scream and drag yourself on the ground like a bitch in heat. Panties are swiped aside with great haste, both hands quickly darting for the crux of your fire. It takes literally no effort for you to be able to slide two fingers into yourself, then three, trying to roll your clit in the best angle at the same time. It's clumsy, hurried, and unfortunately, fruitless. Instead of relieving you of this insurmountable heat, all it does is incense you further- Wishing it was more, better, bigger.

Wishing it was Vesper that's fucking your little body the way he pleases.

A whimper almost makes it past your clenched teeth.

Beside you, there's sudden movement. A large tail swatting back and forth -Wagging?- While Vesper's brows furrow and his breathing hastens rhythmically, like he's sniffing. When you halt, mortified, so does his stirring.

Idiot.

What a bright idea. As if the King of Lust wouldn't feel your desire right next to him.

Childish irritation settles in you as you sit on your own stewing arousal, sulking. Until a loud rumble jolts you, that is. After a pause of stunted blinking, you put two and two together.

While the demonlord may be fast asleep, a part of him is clearly active. Gaze falling to Vesper's abdomen, his sizeable second mouth can be seen parted, greedily flicking a fat tongue over sharp chops. It pants, a dopey sort of smile, muscle lolling as it very easily detects some poor horny sap nearby.

Or, maybe it recognizes you already. This certainly isn't your first meeting with Vesper's second mouth.

Amused, getting a couple of nasty ideas, you smile at the organ. " Hello there... " You whisper to it.

It doesn't react too much to the sound of your voice, although gleefully wets its lips and chuffs, waiting. You're sure it'll settle back down given enough time.

It's just a matter of ignoring it.

...

......

Fuck it.

Guilty eyes glance from Vesper's peacefully resting complexion to the shifting mouth beneath, and you gulp, self-control falling victim to rabid want. Again.

Slowly, silently, you wriggle out of your undergarments, keeping your breath in check as you move to straddle Vesper's abdomen. Given the size difference, and he seems to plump in a couple areas, you have a difficult time stretching your legs enough to encompass his waist.

Little does it matter, as you don't even get to sit before that muscle has already slapped itself onto your soaked cunt with a decidedly loud PLAP. Cosmic luck alone prevented you from moaning immediately. Vesper turns his face, then settles once more.

This might have been a bad idea.

The mouth is merciless on you, drool slathered on your tights, ass and belly as it gluttonously slurps at you, making lurid sounds you hope to whatever's out there won't wake the King. Terrible idea or not, it's well worth the trouble, because it's exactly the type of pressure you need to get off.

A sweet sigh makes it past your lips when shaky legs lower, having to brace your palms firmly on each side of the bed when the mouth starts smooching tenderly at your lips. How... Sweet. Cute.

Then, suddenly, it latches on. Literally. Its size allows the organ to wrap around your groin easily, applying an all-encompassing suction delicious enough to have you rolling your eyes and jerking your hips forward, nerve endings frying on a pan. God fuck yes, you didn't know it could do that!

An orgasm approaches fast, likely due to how long you've been waiting for it, building up tension. As sensation makes your lower body jerk and tense, shaky legs press you harder against that hungry maw, almost nicking yourself with bold teeth. It feels wonderful. Delightful.

Even asleep, only Vesper can make you feel this good. It's almost too funny a concept to be true.

Nothing halts the flow of keens and gasps you offer when it pauses its slurping to shove that roving muscle into your pussy, flirting with your entrance a little before feeding you more and more and more of itself, until you're groaning at the fullness. The first experimental undulation it makes is so strong that you legitimately moan out, loud and clear, dropping squarely onto Vesper and holding on for dear life as your jostled with each thrust.

You're sure you're drooling on his belly, though it hardly matters, eyelids fluttering, nonsensical pleas chanted in the dark.

" Oh fuck- Yes- Please please please, I need to come. Fffuck, I need to come... "

You're so close! It's right there, you can't wait to get licked and sucked as you ride it out, it'll be so-

" Mm, why didn't you say so? "

You don't even get to have a moment of shame when realization dawns. Large hands grab onto your hips and screw you onto the demonlord's tongue hard enough to make you see stars, the movement in your walls so frantic that you have no choice but to howl in bliss before a single excuse could flow past your parted lips.

And all you can do is flail and cry in overstimulation when Vesper continues sucking at all the arousal you can offer him.

" My Queen should want for nothing. "

His sickly magenta eyes leer at you from the darkness.

" You will come. "

It's a promise.

[angelinpiink]

ex boyfriend! eren headcannons ࿐ྂ。

❥ note: as a disclaimer, these headcanons are a bit toxic/dark, if that is something you find triggering i recommend you skip this one, you can find other works of eren that don't have this particular theme here just want to make it clear that i do not condone this sort of behavior and this doesn't represent my idea of what a healthy relationship should look like thank you and enjoy

Firstly, eren doesn't even consider you guys to be actually broken up, he’s convinced. you’re just screwing with him or playing hard to get. Even once he realizes you're not, the breakup is still completely one sided. He loves you far too much to even fathom that the relationship is over. He’s already planned your entire future together–he's been doing so since he first met you, from the house you'll live in together to the garter you'll be wearing on your wedding day.  In short, he’s delusional when it comes to you, head over heels or do he likes to call it and for this reason he still goes around telling everyone you're his. 

Everyone around him, including his friends is obviously taken aback by this and so they sort of just play along, listening to him rant   about you the moment he’s gotten enough alcohol in his system. This happens  at every get together they have had since the breakup.  “she’s just confused and going through a tough time right now. She doesn't know that she wants me,” he’ll say anytime he hears about you having moved on with anyone else.  If anyone even has the courage to challenge his statements he has the habit of angrily shutting them down. “Shut the hell up, you don't know anything about our relationship.” 

He spends the first few days blowing up your phone with texts about how much he loves you and that though your relationship has had its ups and downs – him being the one who’s mostly responsible for the downs, you guys will get through it as you always had if you just keep trying. When he received no response ,he changed his approach, no longer attempting to convince you to stay but now begging you to come back  home. “Come back to me please..” he’ll bombard your voicemail inbox with pleas and sob stories about how he hasn't slept because he misses holding you each night. 

 Weeks or even months  will pass since the break up itself, and every second of  his time he uses to  reach out to you, whether it's through phone calls or text. You better believe he's taking time to check up on you to see how you're doing–most  importantly, what you're doing and who you're with. He wants to make sure you're safe and not in the hands of any trouble or anyone he considers trouble. He has a habit of speaking with you as though you two are still together, ending many conversations with  “i love you.” and “hope to see you soon.” When he isn't reaching out to you he's thinking about you or talking to you about whatever poor soul is forced to listen. 

When he hears it from you that you’ve moved on to someone else, his heart shatters.  He had been able to deny and ignore the reality when he heard it from others but now that it was coming from you he had lost the energy to keep pretending to be okay with how things were, he feels as though you’re betraying him. In his eyes you were cheating by being with another.  Still, he doesn't make it known then and there, instead he responds with. “He can't love you the way I do.” and beyond that point he stops reaching out, and waits for you to come running back. 

 You'll learn the hard way that he was right  when you are riding back to his place drunk with tears running down your cheeks because you caught the very person you’d moved onto cheating on you with another girl. Once you two arrive, he carries you into the apartment where the two of you had  shared many memories together, because you are too drained from the events of the day to walk. He takes off your makeup using the makeup remover you’d ‘left behind’ when you moved out. Really, he stole it out of your things, along with other items because he was certain you’d come back to him under such circumstances. 

 He takes you into his arm, holding you so close and so tight to him because he’s afraid that you’ll leave him again as  you cry in his arms. “Don't know what i was thinking” his fingers stroke your hair.  “You weren't. but you should have known better.”  eren isn't too interested in giving you his sympathy because he feels he’s the one been betrayed the most here. If only you hadn't run off with someone else, none of this would be happening.

“I warned you,” he added. “I'm so sorry..” you sniffled, he swiped away your tears. his way of speaking to you had caused a wave of guilt to wash over you, you had left eren behind only to end up being made to look like a fool because you thought the grass was greener on the other side. Though he was upset with you,  Eren hated seeing  you cry.  especially over someone he didn't believe deserved your tears. “Make it up to me then.” a weight lifted off your shoulders at the offer of redemption. Little did you know, he plans to have you crying tears of another kind. 

❥ nsfw (things get sexual from here, if you are not comfortable with this kind of content pls turn back)

Before you know it, he’s ripped your dress off you, both your clothes and underwear are thrown about the hallway leading to the bedroom you used to share. He hasn't made a single change to anything since your absence and you find yourself feeling nostalgic, thinking back to a time where things werent easy but never this complicated. you're on the bed exposed and bear before him. He hovers between your legs. “Been so long since i've seen you like this, god i've missed it so much.” he’ll coo, his emerald gaze admiring your glistening folds that have spread with his fingers. the way your cunt throbbed under the lightest of touch, begging to be filled made him grow hard. “Missed you too.” you mutter, hazily bucking your hips against his touch.

“I know.  I know.” he reassures you, giving into your silent  demands, he continues toying with you, pushing his fingers past your folds,his finger strokes at your clit. “bet that boyfriend of yours didn't know how to take care of this needy little cunt, did he.” your juices now coating his fingers, he pounds you with them, earning a symphony of moans from your lips.  “not like i do..” he says, the satisfaction of you being so reactive to his touch bringing a smile to his face, your back arching as his movements become overwhelming for you. He soon pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his cock, that had been aching to be inside of you for far too long.

He pushes one of your legs outward, granting him more access to your sweet hole, He pushes deeper inside of you all self control leaving his body the moment he hears you cry out for him, tears welling in your eyes from pleasure as he fucks into you. “So pretty, gonna fill you up with my cum.” he groans,the moment he feels you clenching around his cock, your thighs trembling. He threw his head back as he rubs his thumb across your bottom lip, admiring you in such a state.

“Eren, you can't!” You shriek, his fingers gripping at your hips harshly. He continues fucking you hard and deep, his hips smashing against your own. “cant cum inside you?” he’ll question. he continues to pound you, this is his way of letting you know he has no intention of pulling out.

“but i thought you were sorry? I thought you were mine?”There is a heartbroken tone in his voice as he speaks to you, hoping for you to reassure him you meant the words you'd spoken earlier.  You were left feeling guilty for even thinking you should have denied him. after everything you’d already done to hurt him. You had said you would make it up to and part of that required doing as he wanted.  “I am!”

“shut up and take my cum then, you said you’re mine. gotta prove it. this pussy is mine too, right baby?” you nodded in agreement, tellinf him whatever he needed to hear to keep fucking you so good, muttering the best “mhm, i love you so so much!”  you could muster while being overtaken by your orgasm as eren came inside of you, the creamy liquid dripping out of you and down your thighs. “You're not going anywhere, not now, not ever, I won't let you.” 

 Eren, Who was responsible for it all, and had developed a plan for each failed talking stage you had. since leaving him and most importantly the breakup due to your boyfriend cheating– from his actions of  intimidating them into leaving you alone with threats of physical attacks or the videos he sent them of him devouring your cunt, while you cried out his name, your fingers tugging at his brunette strands of hair. A video which had been recorded so long ago when the two of you were still together, but the idiot, who you had made the mistake of calling a boyfriend,  hadn't even bothered to verify that your nails hadn't been any color you had been since you'd meeting him. perhaps, he simply didn't care enough. it was of no big importance to eren either way, in his eyes the fool wasn't deserving of you. Just as eren believed to be the case since the beginning, he was the only one who’d love you the way you deserved and for this reason he was never going anywhere.  

here’s my masterlist

[reareaotaku]

Mary is the Girl that I wanna Fuck

Summary: As Miles' only friend, you are often put into uncomfortable positions, because he doesn't understand the difference between friends and lovers; Not when it comes to you Pairings: Yandere! Miles Fairchild x Fem! Reader Tw: Slight NSFW

You tapped your pen on the desk as the teacher droned on and on. Your eyes roamed the classroom, before they landed on your best friend, Miles. Some people didn't like Miles, but you think it's because they didn't understand him. He was just... well, different, it wasn't his fault. Or at least that's what you told yourself.

He must have felt your stare, because he turned around making eye contact with you, before smiling and waving at you. You quickly returned the gesture, before you grabbed some paper, wrote a note, put it on the floor and pushed it towards him. He looks towards the teacher, making sure she wasn't looking before grabbing the paper and opening it up.

'God, does she ever shut up? Blah blah blah... This class blows'

Miles feels a smile grow on his face. He quickly writes down a response, before tossing it back to you on the ground. He watches as you open the note, your mouth dropping, before your face turns a bright red. You looked up at Miles, seeing him thoroughly enjoying your reaction.

'Hope it isn't the only thing that blows'

If someone else were to see it, they wouldn't think too much about it, but you knew what he meant. You pushed the note in your bag, before looking back at the teacher and ignoring his knowing looks.

---

As the bell rings, you hurry to get your stuff packed. You feel someone standing over you and look up to see the man of the hour, Miles. You tilt your head, giving him a knowing look. A smirk overtakes his face when seeing the knowing look.

"Really funny joke."

"Only for you."

"Haha," You sarcastically joke, before rolling your eyes. You pull your bag up to your shoulder and walk with him out of the class.

"You got any plans for the break?"

You look at him a little confused. What would you possibly do during the break? Your home was across the globe and there was no reason for you to go back home, it's not like your parents would be there. "Plans?"

"Yeah. Plans. Like, are you staying at the dorms? Or are you going home?"

"Why would I go home?"

"Do you want to come to my place?"

You were surprised by his suggestion. He had never suggested you to come visit his place, especially since his parents had died. He never like going back home, so you usually spend it at the school.

"Your place?"

He looks at you like it was the dumbest question in the world, "Yeah. That's what I said."

"I-uh um.. Wow, uh, well-"

His brows frowned at your hesitation. Did you not want to spend time with him? You always spent breaks together, even before his parents' death, so why were you now resilient. Anger grew behind his eyes, but he quickly shook it off, not wanting start a fight, because then you really wouldn't want to go.

You rub the back of your neck, before reluctantly agreeing to go to his place for the holidays and his face lit up in a way you haven't seen in months- Not since... Well, yeah.

---

You don't know why you were surprised when you went over to his house, because you lived in a similar place, but it had been so long since you had been in a big home that it was kind of dysphoric.

He practically drags you around the place and showing you all around the house. He even takes you out to the stable showing you his favorite horse. A dark black horse, whose name you couldn't remember. He wanted to take you horse-back riding, but it was too cold for the horse to be out.

"Here, I want to show you my room. Oh, you'll love it- I can play some music for you." He says, his hand wrapped around your wrist as he drags you to his room, because honestly you didn't have much of a say.

---

"Watch," He pulls at some of the guitar strings, showing you his hands movements, before you follow his movements. He watches you closely as you imitate his movements, but ultimately failed.

You groaned, rolling your eyes, before removing the guitar and setting it to the ground. "This is stupid."

You hear him chuckle and he grabs the arm rest of the chair, pulling you closer to him, "It's not that hard, your fingers just aren't in the right place. Do you want to try ag-"

The door opens and you quickly look over your shoulder to see who it was. It was the Nanny- well Flora's nanny, you think? You didn't know her name, Miles told you it wasn't important. She stood there, looking surprised.

"You have... uh a guest?"

You remove Miles' hands from your body, while looking away from her, feeling awkward. Miles rolls his eyes, glaring at her for ruining a great moment between you and him and she sensed that.

The nanny, Kate, senses Miles' anger and decides to be quick with what she wants to say. "Dinner's ready.... So, um... Yeah- Also, keep the door open."

"Dinner?" You look towards the window, but there was dark curtains covering it, meaning you couldn't see how dark it was. You look back at her, "What time is it?"

"Oh, it's uh..." She looks down at her watch, "10 to 9."

"God, I didn't realize how late it was-" You stand up, but Miles grabs your hand, making you look at him.

"You're staying here, remember?"

Your eyes widen, before you slowly sit back down, "Right... Holiday break.."

He looks past you, making eye contact with Kate, "You can leave. There's no reason for you to stay."

You hit Miles' arm, giving him an annoyed look, "Miles! You don't have to be rude."

"I'm not. But I can be."

---

It was late now, the room nearly pitch dark, the only light from the moon. There was something about the house that gave you chills and you felt like you were being watched. You grabbed at your knees, squeezing them to your chest as you listen to all the sounds of the old house. It was one thing to sleep alone, but a whole nother thing to be alone in an unfamiliar place. You were scared...

You heard the door creak, causing you to freeze and you thought about looking towards the door, but you couldn't. You didn't want to know what was there. You heard it close and footsteps head towards you.

"I'm surprised you're still awake."

You recognized the voice; It was Miles. You looked towards him, letting out a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's just you," You put a hand on your chest, trying to calm down your breath.

"Who else would it be?"

"I don't know."

He sits on the edge of the bed, causing it to dip, before he ends up scooting towards the other side of the bed and laying next to you. "Are you okay?" He pushes some hair out of your face, giving you a worried look. "Are you scared?"

"Of what? Should I be?"

"No... Of course not." He caresses your cheek, a strange emotion swirling in his eyes, "But, do you want me to stay? Just... You know, so you're not so alone?"

"Won't that girl get mad?"

He rolls his eyes, removing his hand from your face, "Who cares what she thinks. She's just some nanny; She doesn't matter." He looks away from you while saying this, but his hand finds yours and grabs it. He then looks down at your intertwined hands, "Besides, she's not here and she'll never know. Come on... Just this once?"

"Okay... Just this once."

[thesweetnessofspring]

While we're on topic about the lack of passion and physical attraction coming from Katniss and Peeta in the movies, can I just say how unfortunate that is, not just from an Everlark fan perspective, but culture as a whole?

Portrayal of popular m/f romance has often had an edge of abuse to it, if not outright abuse (and unfortunately that trend is still going on). I'm not saying books/movies with abusive or dark material should be banned or shouldn't even be enjoyed; however, there is something to only seeing unhealthy relationships. Also for these unhealthy relationships to be looked at without acknowledging that in real life, these dynamics are unfavorable at best and abusive at worst.

So with the release of The Hunger Games in 2008, we get a different relationship for the YA market. While yeah there were Gale girlies, most of the fans adored Peeta. Peeta who was kind, compassionate, funny without being mean, protective, and strong. And not only that, in an era of vampires and werewolves being inhumanly beautiful, Peeta was not only "some guy" in terms of looks, he ends the first book as an amputee. Still throughout the series Katniss describes him as "beautiful." And in a time when all these paranormal romances had the main character feeling a thrill of danger with her supernatural love interest, Katniss's main attraction to Peeta is that she felt safe with him. That he would never hurt her. That he would protect her. That with him, she could heal and feel hope.

Katniss describes physical attraction to Peeta as well as sexual attraction ("wanting more" of a kiss in THG, kissing Peeta and feeling a "hunger" in CF, imagining kissing Peeta like she did on the beach in MJ, and finally feeling "that hunger" again in MJ). But she also is highly traumatized and is in the middle of her greatest trauma during the series. This makes her uncertain and frightened, and so it isn't until Peeta comes back to Twelve at the end of Mockingjay that she's able to fully acknowledge that she loves Peeta romantically, because he helps her hope that "life will be good again." The "hunger" she felt was for more than hugs and short kisses. She found Peeta Mellark--baker, painter, wrestler, amputee--sexy. We close out Mockingjay with Katniss choosing Peeta, becoming physically intimate with him, and confirming her love to him.

Now what we get from the book is that you can have been abused, have chronic mental illness, be objectively less attractive than your "competition", and be physically disabled; but one's personality, humor, kindness, resilience, and care for others will make you sexy to the right person. That you can enjoy a safe and healthy relationship with good sex.

But by cutting out the intimacy that Katniss and Peeta share at the end of Mockingjay, the message is...if you're lucky the other guy will shoot himself in the foot and you'll win by default. Only don't expect the person you love to be physically attracted to you--you're still broken and not good enough. Just suck it up and accept what you got. Or, if you identify more with Katniss, that if you choose the "safe" person, just be prepared for a really dry sex life. Safe can't be sexy, so you have to choose one.

What an incredible miss for the movies. What a miss to tell boys you can be kind and sensitive and average-looking and the right person will want you. What a miss to tell girls that if a person is thoughtful and caring and giving, that is attractive and honestly, arousing. What a miss to share these messages with any person, however they identify. It's not just meaningful to Katniss and Peeta that they gain the safety and healing to enjoy physical intimacy together, it's meaningful for the reader to see that, too.

[0san-ta0]

Late Night Missing You

synopsis ★ whilst arthur is off on a trip you start feeling lonely and resort to some unconventional methods of entertainment

pairing ★ fem!reader x arthur fredrick (arthurtv) author's notes ★ this is my first time writing an actual fic so it might be kinda shitty! feedback and tips are appreciated!! and i hope you enjoy!! <33 (NOT PROOFREAD)

arthur had been in sri lanka with chip and the boys for almost a week. although to you it felt way longer than that. sure, the facetimes, texts and voice notes were great but you couldn't help it as the loneliness had started creeping in by day 3. your usual daily routine had shifted slightly but your mind couldn't keep up, cooking enough for two or sitting on the couch waiting for arthur to walk through the door. your mood had been in the trenches and sitting alone in your apartment wasn't helping. you didn't want to bother your other friends this late at night. so you decided to have an impromptu stream, talking with the random people on your computer and drinking was sure to cheer you up.

you sat in front of your computer, a random video playing on your screen. you dared your chat that they coudn't send in a video to make you laugh, but if you did laugh that you'd take a shot. it had been about an hour of watching the most unhinged and random tiktoks and you were loosing horribly. a video of a young girl running into a wall flashed across the screen, sending you spiralling into a fit of laughter once again. maybe you felt bad about laughing but your sense of humour was wrecked at this point and coupled with the alcohol any odd video had you wheezing and reaching for the bottle of Bailey's infront of you.

"chat I swear I didn't mean too that doesn't count. i'm not taking a shot! at this rate i'll die of alcohol poisoning before midnight."

the comments started flowing in a majority of them about your new found adventurism, the other half was wondering where arthur was that he isn't supervising you. it was strange that he wasn't hovering in the background making sure you stayed hydrated or preparing your shots when he knew you for a fact that you were gonna laugh. your eyes glossed over the arthur comments trying not to let your mood shift too much, choosing to focus on the funnier comments.

"lilia284 thank you for the sub! and guys arthur is out of the country so..." you trailed off as the comments started on another tangent about where arthur was exactly.

"I can't tell you guys that but when it's released I'm sure you'll all be grateful for the lack of spoilers. now back to the videos and please no more children getting hurt I don't need to be clipped half drunk laughing at children. that's not good for my public image." then the topic switched to your most outrageous moments and you felt that you had successfully evaded the arthur topic and got your emotions in check.

restarting the video, it started with a man running and slipping down the stairs. your headphones playing at almost full volume you failed to hear the sound of the front door clicking open. filming had finished early and arthur wanted nothing more than to go home and lay in bed with you. walking into your shared apartment he looked around, searching for any sign of you before putting his suitcase down next to the door.

"y/n?" he called softly walking down the hall, poking his head into your dark bedroom before turning finding the light coming from your office door. he looked at the door and raised his eyebrows, you usually didn't stream this late perhaps you were doing some work.

then your voice came through, "this isn't fair that was a giggle, I don't deserve to drink for that you people just hate me!"

he stood outside the door confusion evident on his face, he took his phone from his pocket opening twitch. low and behold there you were front and center of his following page. he clicked the icon, just in time to see you poor a shot of Bailey's and down it.

another giggle escaped you lips as you placed the glass down on your desk, a smile making it's way to your lips. at this point you were more than buzzed and you could admit that comfortably. you turned to read off your donations and arthur saw his chance. he opened the chat and sent a 5 dollar donation to be read aloud.

'arthurtv $5 so this is what you do when I leave? I thought we got drunk together?'

your back stiffened slightly as you heard his name, you cleared you thought and smiled at the camera. "hi sweetheart!!" you waved at the camera and from outside arthur stood there smiling for a moment.

"I hope you're having fun and I miss you!" you mumbled, a pout making it's way to your face. then another donation came through.

'arthurtv $5 well if you really missed me you'd come outside!'

your eyebrows knit together as you look between the door and her stream then back to the door. your chat started flooding with messages about going to get your man and a lot of comments along those lines. you said a quick goodbye to your stream before shutting down your PC and turning to the door. arthur stood outside waiting for you to open it, a few moments passed before the door was flung open. you stood Infront of him a stupid smile on your face as you flung yourself into his arms.

"arthur I freaking missed you so much!" he laughed softly, running a hand along your back.

"so you chose to get drunk online?" he questioned raising an eyebrow.

"it was a better idea than laying on the floor and crying."

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Love's Law

Note: this fic was requested by a lovely anon, however; I did modify the request as I don't write student/college settings, so I hope you'll still enjoy it. I really really liked your idea and thank you so much for your kind words!

Warnings: 18+! smut, mention of alcohol.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: You and Sihtric had a connection that neither of you truly wanted to erase.

Word count: 4,9k 

Masterlist

'You know… I- I love you, actually,' Sihtric slurred, 'I really fucking love you,' he smiled and hiccuped, then leaned his shoulder against yours along with his entire bodyweight, and he squished you against the wall.

'I knew it,' you giggled and tried to stay up on your feet, 'and you know what, I actually love you too.'

'I fucking knew it!' Sihtric shouted hoarsely, and he stumbled over his own feet when he wanted to lean in, spilling his drink over your shoes and then wrapping his arms around you to hold himself up.

You weren't quite as drunk as Sihtric, but you were close. Multi-coloured lasers lit up the ceiling above you and the music was loud while the room was warm. Everyone was in the city's hottest nightclub to celebrate that the years of hard work finally paid off; you and your classmates had finally graduated from law school earlier that day. You and Sihtric were always the top students all those years, and rivals of each other for that same reason, but tonight you both didn't care anymore; because you had both made it.

You grabbed Sihtric's face without thinking and planted your lips on his. Initially Sihtric pulled back with a confused look on his pretty face, but he then cupped your cheeks and leaned back in. His hands roamed all over your body while his tongue was down your throat, and you desperately pulled his short, dark hair as you grinded your hips against his.

'Come,' Sihtric murmured in between the sloppiest kisses you ever received, 'come back my room with me?'

'Okay,' you giggled, too drunk to remember how you really felt about the Dane.

You took his hand and clung onto his arm for dear life while you stumbled back to his dorm room with him. You tripped over your own heels multiple times, but Sihtric caught you each time while you both drunkenly laughed and stole the messiest kisses.

'Hey, wait,' you suddenly gasped, the cold night air slowly sobering you both up, 'isn't your room mate there? What's his name? Finan?'

'Fin? Nah… nah,' Sihtric said, 'he's still in the club.'

'Are you sure?'

'Positive,' he smiled and bit down on his lip, then pulled you back in for another kiss to convince you to come back with him to his room.

And a convincing kiss it was, because you weren't sure how much time had passed when you suddenly realised you were in Sihtric's room, making out on his bed. You were both still drunk, maybe not as drunk as before, but still drunk yet sober enough to talk each other into getting matching tattoos on your wrists, and thinking it's the most amazing idea ever.

'But… it's way past midnight,' you snorted, 'all the tattoo shops are closed.'

'You think I went to a shop to get these done?' Sihtric grinned and held his tattooed fingers up to you.

'What do you mean? How else did you get those?'

Sihtric laughed at your confused face and he stumbled towards one of the two drawers in the room. He returned with a box, which opened the wrong way as he held it upside down and everything fell out before he reached his bed.

'Awh, shit,' Sihtric mumbled and giggled while he tried to collect everything back in the box, but he fell on the floor himself as he tried to do so.

You watched him struggle and all you could do was laugh, just like Sihtric did, until he finally managed to get back onto the bed again with the box. Then you saw what he had brought over and your eyes widened.

'Oh… oh, no, no,' you laughed, 'stick and poke tattoos? Really, Sihtric?'

'What's wrong with that?' he frowned and prepared his tools, 'you're scared now?' he taunted as he put on some black latex gloves.

'What? No!' you scoffed, 'I'm not scared.'

Sihtric smiled and grabbed a black marker, 'What are we getting done then?'

'I don't know,' you mumbled, shyly, 'something cheesy but… cute?'

'Say no more,' Sihtric chuckled and prepared your skin, then drew a small infinity symbol on your wrist and said, 'I'll get the same, so… we'll be connected forever.'

You giggled and agreed, then became a little nervous when you watched the handsome boy put on a new pair of gloves, and he took your hand again.

'You good?' he asked, 'are you up for this?'

'Are you sober enough to do this?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric shrugged, 'don't worry about that.'

You looked at Sihtric and then at the tattoos on his fingers, thinking he always looked kinda cool with those. 'Yeah, okay,' you nodded, 'let's do it.'

Sihtric hummed softly and smiled, then sterelized the needle and dipped it in a bottle of black ink. He brought the needle up to your skin but paused and looked at you again before he started.

'Trust me?' he asked, sweetly, 'do you trust me?'

'I trust you,' you whispered and mindlessly leaned in.

You cupped his cheeks and pulled his face closer to kiss his lips, and that was the last thing you remembered before you woke up the next morning with a banging headache and Sihtric's arms around you. You tried to keep your heavy eyes open as the bright light that snuck through the curtains blinded you. It took a few long seconds before you realised where you were, and once you realised it, you gasped and jumped up out of bed. You yanked open the curtains and hissed when you felt your wrist sting at the sudden movement, and when you looked down at your arm you felt the air got punched out of your lungs.

'No,' you whispered as you stared at the fresh tattoo on your wrist, and you shook your head, 'no… no, no, no.'

You swallowed hard and grabbed Sihtric's arm, checking if he had the same tattoo now that vague memories of the night before returned to you, and you shrieked when you saw he had indeed gotten the exact same tattoo at the exact same spot. You grabbed a pillow and slapped him in the face to wake him up.

'Sihtric, what the fuck?!' you shouted, 'how could you do this!?'

'What?' Sihtric sat up in his bed, confused and still half asleep, rubbing his face in an attempt to wake up.

'What the fuck is this?!' you almost cried and held your wrist out to him.

Sihtric stared at your tattoo for a few long seconds and then began to chuckle, 'Oh, shit. We really did that, huh?' he scoffed, amused, and looked at his own wrist, 'oh, yep. I guess we did.'

'Why!?' you shouted, 'how… why… I can't believe you did this to me!'

'I did this to you? Sweetheart, I'm pretty sure we agreed on this or else I would've never done it.'

'We agreed when we were drunk, yeah!'

'Oh, but we were sober enough by the looks of it, princess,' he retorted.

'What does that mean?!'

'It means that those lines are pretty fucking clean!' Sihtric snarled, 'so we clearly weren't that drunk anymore by the time I did this! Just, fuck, calm down. It's not that big of a deal-'

'Not that big… Sihtric!' you groaned, 'we cant fucking stand each other! Why the fuck did you let us have matching tattoos!? Shitty tattoos even!'

'Hey! My tattoos are not shitty!'

'Fuck sakes! This.. this is ricidulous! You're paying to get this removed,' you said, 'I can't start my law career with this… this… awful memory!'

'I'm paying?' Sihtric hissed and jumped up, 'yeah, I dont think so, sweetheart. I already gave you a free tattoo, and if you want it gone then that's on you! Gods, you're such a bitch.'

'Fuck, Sihtric!' you cried out, 'you're such a jerk! I… I never want to see you again!'

'Aye, can you guys keep it down?!' Finan suddenly grumbled from underneath his blankets, startling you both, 'it's not even ten in the morning, people are trying to sleep here!'

'Fuck you too, Finan!' you snarled and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

'When the hell did you get back?' Sihtric asked his Irish friend after a few long seconds.

'Jesus Christ,' Finan groaned, 'I've been here since before you brought her back to our room!'

Two years later.

You were lucky to have been hired at a prestigious lawfirm not long after you graduated, and you had worked there ever since with pride and joy. Like in law school, you were one of the bests in the business and you quickly earned your own office. Everything was going rather smoothly in your life, career wise, until your boss knocked on your door to introduce the new employee you had only heard about until then.

'This is Sihtric,' your boss said, 'he's been working at this firm almost as long as you, but he worked a couple floors down. We've been trying to get him to work here for a while already, and he finally agreed!'

You stared at Sihtric, who you barely recognized as his hair was now long and tied back into a bun, but the sides were still shaved and he still had a goatee, just like when you had last seen him years ago. Sihtric was handsome, so incredibly handsome. He had always been stunning, but from being a pretty boy he had gone to being a breathtaking man. And you didn't know what to say, you only swallowed hard when the "pretty boy turned into hot man" with his mismatched eyes walked over to you. He didn't say it, but the look in his eyes told you he knew exactly who you were and it amused him greatly.

'Hi,' Sihtric smiled sweetly as he shook hands, 'looking forward to work with you,' he said as his eyes darted to your wrist for a split second, and he then winked with a sly smile, 'nice tattoo.'

'T-thanks,' you said with big eyes, trying your hardest not to betray to your boss that you two have a weird kind of history, and you quickly bright your eyes back to the files in front of you, 'I, eh, nice to meet you, but I'm very busy, so…'

'She's our best employee,' you boss nudged Sihtric's elbow.

'I bet she is,' Sihtric hummed, and he followed your boss out of your office to meet the other employees, and when he glanced back over his shoulder at you, you felt a mixture of hatred and excitement. 

And those where the exact same feelings you had felt for him during your time in school together.

Hours after the sudden encounter with Sihtric in your office, when almost every other employee had already gone home for the night, you heard a knock on your door.

'Come in,' you said, not caring to see who knocked and you only looked up once your visitor stood in front of your desk. 'Sihtric?' you scoffed and threw down your pen as you sat back in your chair, you had so many questions but were at a loss for words at the same time.

Sihtric sat down on the chair across from you with a smug face, and he licked his lips while he stared at you.

'So… I see you still got the tattoo,' he grinned.

'Yeah,' you sighed, 'I told you I'd get it removed if you paid for it, but you know…'

Sihtric nodded but didn't speak, instead he seemed to study you; carefuly taking in your appearance. You felt suddenly shy and flustered under his intense gaze, and you awkwardly raked your fingers through your hair, to which Sihtric smiled.

'But you could have gotten it covered up,' he said and pointed at the tattoo on your arm that peeked out from underneath the sleeve of your blouse.

You quickly adjusted your blouse again and cleared your throat.

'Don't you have any work to do?' you hissed.

'No, actually,' Sihtric shrugged, 'it's late. I finished for the day and I was about to go home, but then I saw you-'

'And you decided to keep me from my work?'

'Why are you still here? Go home.'

'I'm working,' you mumbled as you brought your attention back to your task.

'You just can't let it go, can you?' Sihtric scoffed, 'always wanting to be the best, just like in school. Always the teacher's pet, staying longer in the classroom to finish up your work…'

'You're jealous that I was a better student?'

'You weren't a better student, lady, we were at the same level. And we still are. The only difference is that I know when to call it quits for the day and relax.'

'Then go home and relax,' you shrugged, 'and leave me alone.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric sighed and got up, 'I will go home. I'll see you around.'

'Please don't.'

'I see you're still a bitch,' Sihtric said as he stood in the door.

'And I assume you're still a jerk.'

Sihtric chuckled and shook his head lightly, 'Yeah, okay. Good night, darling.'

You had tried your best to avoid Sihtric at work during the days that followed, but it seemed impossible. You often ran into each other in the hallways and worse; in the elevator. It seemed as if the ever lasting reminder of him on your wrist was not enough, it was like he simply haunted you. And there was no escaping him when you were tasked to help Sihtric with a case no one had wanted to take on, as it required a lot of reading and writing. 

You had reluctantly agreed to meet up at a restaurant downtown after work, and Sihtric was already waiting for you when you arrived. You provoked him by taunting him as soon as you sat down, saying he clearly wasn't as good as you because he needed your help.

'You know I always struggled with reading a lot,' Sihtric said, 'I just need your help to double check it. To see if I didn't repeat myself or made any mistakes.'

You felt bad about your earlier sneer, knowing that despite the fact he did struggle with reading sometimes, he still managed to graduate as a grade A student, just like you. And you lied if you said you didn't admire that about him.

'Fine,' you sighed, 'just show me what you wrote.'

You read his work while you had dinner together and for a good hour you both managed to keep it professional, but then soon the conversation got off track and you both spiraled back to the last time you had seen each other a few years ago.

'You know,' Sihtric chuckled, 'Finan was there all that time.'

'What?'

'Yeah, I had no idea either. We both didn't notice him at the time, but apparently he had left that club before we did and was already in bed when we got in the room.'

'Oh my god,' you snorted, 'and he didn't… I can't believe he didn't say anything.'

'I asked him like a year later why he never made his presence known,' Sihtric said, 'and he told me it was because he was convinced we were going to have sex, and that's when he wanted to spook us and let us know he was there.'

'But we never had sex?' you frowned.

'We never had sex,' Sihtric confirmed, 'so eventually he just fell asleep and was woken up by you shouting at me.'

You couldn't help but snicker at the memory, but then the anger you had felt at the time came back too.

'You know,' you said, I'm still pissed about that tattoo.'

'Sure you are,' Sihtric scoffed and took a sip from his drink.

'I am.'

'Then why is it still there? You have more than enough money to get it covered up or removed.'

'Oh, no, I'm not paying for that. You-'

'If you tell me,' Sihtric hissed and threw his hands up, 'one more time that I have to pay you for that, I swear…'

'Swear what?' you snarled and leaned in towards him, 'what? Hm?'

Sihtric glared at you, his jaw clenched and his eyes dark while everything around you seemed to become quiet. It was as if all the other guests had left the restaurant and as if the music had stopped playing. It was just you and him now while you leaned towards each other over the table.

'I swear,' he said through his teeth, 'no one makes my blood boil like you. You almost deserve to be hate fucked, did you know that?'

'Sure,' you scoffed, 'you wish, boy.'

'Watch your mouth, lady.'

'Or else?' you asked, arms crossed as you sat back.

'Or else I'll have to put it to good use.'

'You wish,' you scoffed again and rolled your eyes.

'I wish,' Sihtric said, 'you would just focus on helping me and my case, instead of fantasizing about me railing you right here on this table.'

'I'd never fantasize about that,' you snarked, and you didn't lie.

Because you didn't fantasize about him bending you over on that table right there, you had fantasized about him bending you over your desk, in your office. And that image was hard to shake while you continued to bicker and recall the past as the night continued.

'Where are you going?' Sihtric asked as you attempted to cross the street without him.

'What do you mean where am I going? I'm going home,' you frowned and looked at him while he tucked away his wallet in his coat.

'Where did you park?'

'Oh, no, I came by foot.'

'By foot?' Sihtric asked, confused, 'wait, where do you live?'

'It's like a twenty minute walk,' you shrugged.

'Twenty-,' Sihtric sighed, frustrated, then walked towards you, 'I'll walk you.'

'Uh, no.'

'Yes, come on,' he said and placed his hand on the small of your back, 'you're not walking home alone at this hour.'

'I can take care of myself,' you argued against him, 'you don't need to walk me home.'

'Congratulations,' Sihtric said, 'now, let's go.'

'No,' you said sternly.

'Look,' he groaned, 'that tone may intimidate people in court, but it doesn't work on me, so let's go.'

 'Christ, Sihtric! Why do you always have to drive me crazy?'

Sihtric rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, holding it up to reveal your tattoo.

'Because you can't get enough of me,' he said and showed his own tattoo, 'because we're connected, remember? Whether you like it or not. Now let's walk.'

You realised you weren't going to win this, as Sihtric was good at arguing, so you gave in and let him walk you back home.

'You really didn't change, did you?' you mumbled as you walked with him through the quiet streets.

'Neither did you.'

You glared at Sihtric and fought a smile tugging at your lips, noticing he did the same before you both looked ahead again. You walked closely and remained silent until you finally reached your home. You thanked Sihtric for the dinner he had paid for and wished him a good night as you unlocked your door. You almost closed the door when a sudden regret filled you, and you quickly asked Sihtric if he wanted to come in. He didn't decline and after you had made some tea, you both went over his case one more time to make sure it was perfect. And the entire time you spent reading his work, you felt Sihtric eye you up and down as he sat across from you in your livingroom.

'Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we did have sex that night?' he suddenly asked.

'Excuse me?' you scoffed.

You looked at him and closed the files you had been reading, then threw them on the salon table in front of you. You rubbed your eyes and exhaled sharply before you sat back on your couch.

'Not really,' you said, 'but I assume Finan would've ruined it anyway.'

'Probably,' Sihtric chuckled.

You both laughed, but soon both your smiles faded as you felt the air become thick with the tension of unspoken feelings and desires.

'Did you mean it?' you then asked.

'What?'

'When you told me back then that you loved me.'

'I don't know,' Sihtric almost mumbled, 'I was drunk.'

'Not drunk enough apparently.'

Sihtric looked at you, intensely, and he inhaled as slowly as he exhaled.

'I mean, sure… there was something,' he said, 'we were both the best students of our year. We could've been the best team, a great couple perhaps, but instead we couldn't stand each other.'

'We hated each other.'

'No, I never hated you… but we were made to hate each other. You know our teachers completely pitted us against each other by constantly comparing our works and grades. I won't lie, I couldn't stand you most of the time just because you were so cocky about your accomplishments.'

'Like you weren't?'

'No, I was,' Sihtric laughed, 'I was too. And I know that's why you couldn't stand me.'

'I guess.'

'But then you said you loved me.'

'Only after you told me.'

'What?' Sihtric scoffed, 'no, you were the one to say it first.'

'No… I don't think so.'

'Yes you were.'

'Sihtric, you were the one who said it first that night-'

'Well, it doesn't matter,' Sihtric sighed, 'point is that we both said it. And we both meant it.'

'Maybe,' you mumbled.

'Maybe, sure,' Sihtric said, amused, 'I remember how you kissed me. That was absolutely not a maybe.'

'Maybe,' you chuckled, 'I mean, the kiss was fine.'

'Just fine?'

You looked at the man across from you, sitting back with his legs spread and his hands behind his head while he half smiled at you. His long hair was tied back into a messy bun while his clothes were crinkle free; his black trousers were as smooth as his white shirt. 

'Was it really just fine?' he asked again.

'Oh, shut up,' you chuckled.

'You shut up,' Sihtric smiled and kicked your feet lightly under the table.

'Watch it,' you said, 'you're in my house, so you better behave.'

'Oh, you liked me because I didn't always behave.'

'No, I hated you because of that, actually. I hated how you still got good grades when sometimes it seemed as if you never even studied, while I was always with my head in the books.'

'And I liked that,' Sihtric said.

'What? Why?'

'Because I always wondered if I could corrupt you,' he shrugged.

'Corrupt me?' you laughed, 'what?'

'Yeah, you know,' Sihtric smiled, 'make you take everything less seriously. You were a good student, you would've graduated all the same if you did not study every night. And of course, I hoped that maybe it would make you less good,' he laughed, 'but it doesn't matter. It's the same way that you're a great lawyer now, and you don't have to stay in your office while everyone else already went home. You need to live more.'

'I've lived enough.'

'Really? Is that why your social media posts are usually of you sitting at home?'

'What? How the… how do you know what I post?'

'I checked your socials every now and then. As much as I couldn't stand you, I wanted to know how you were doing. Also making sure you weren't doing better than me, obviously.'

'You're so messed up,' you laughed.

'Yeah, maybe,' he said, 'but I swear I didn't know we worked in the same building all this time. I'm actually surprised we never ran into each other.'

'Right? I can't believe that either.'

You both fell silent for a minute, but then you smiled.

'You know… I've looked you up on social media too.'

'Have you now?'

'Yeah,' you laughed and buried your face in your hands, 'it's so embarrassing because you never even post photos of yourself. That's why it also took me a moment to recognise you at work the other day.'

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric snickered, 'I'll start posting selfies if you promise to keep checking then,' he winked.

'Whatever,' you smiled and looked down at your feet.

Sihtric cleared his throat and gathered the paperwork you had helped him with. 'Well,' he said after a moment, 'I better get going I guess.'

'So you're not going to hate fuck me?' you frowned.

'Is that really why you invited me in?'

'Well, yeah, I kinda hoped you'd try something so I could turn you down.'

'As if you were going to turn me down.'

'I would've.'

'No, you wouldn't,' Sihtric sighed and got up, 'I remember exactly how needy you were as soon as I had my tongue down your throat that night.'

'I can't recall that,' you lied.

'Yeah, right,' Sihtric snorted and stepped over to you, then grabbed your wrist, 'you can't remember we kissed but you remember the tattoo.'

'That awful tattoo is really all I remember,' you shrugged with a smirk.

'Don't worry,' he said and pulled you up to him, 'I'll refresh your memory then, lady.'

Before you could even grasp his words, you felt his hands in your hair and his lips pressed onto yours, and not much later you felt his tongue on your mouth and the pleasant warmth and taste that came with it. Sihtric was right, you had never forgotten how it had felt to be kissed like that by him, and it was something you still often dreamed about and had desperately longed for. Seconds later you felt his strong arms wrap around you, and he was so much stronger now than he already was all that time ago, that you easily melted in his embrace and got lost in his kiss. Sihric sat down on your couch without breaking the kiss and pulled you onto his lap. You straddled him and grinded against him while you pulled out his hairtie and curled your fingers into his long, messy locks.

'So fucking needy,' Sihtric chuckled in between heated kisses, 'just like back then.'

'I wasn't needy,' you murmured against his lips, 'you were needy.'

'Sure, sweetheart,' he breathed and grabbed your hips, making you grind harder against his bulge, 'I'll never deny that I wanted to fuck you completely senseless that night,' he rasped, 'but you just fell asleep after that tattoo.'

'I knew it,' you hissed and tugged his hair, 'I knew you wanted to fuck me.'

'Of course I did,' Sihtric bit down a moan, 'even if it was only to shut you up for a while. But you wanted it just as badly, don't lie.'

You quickly started to rid each other of your clothes and you pulled him on top of you after you laid down on your couch.

'Maybe,' you shrugged, your eyes darting over his naked, muscular body on top of you.

'Maybe,' Sihtric sighed, annoyed, 'it's always maybe with you, just for once be honest to me. I know you didn't hate me, I know you loved me, and I know you desperately wanted me. Just admit it.'

'Admit it?' you chuckled and moaned softly when you felt him tease your folds with his hard cock, 'never,' you whispered, 'I'll never admit that to you.'

Sihtric stared down into your eyes, his breathing was calm and you saw he clenched his jaw tightly just before a sly smile appeared on his face.

'Fine,' he murmured against your lips and kissed you, 'don't worry… I'll fuck that confession out of you then,' he whispered and smoothly pushed his length inside you, making you gasp and claw at his scarred, muscular back with pleasure.

You gasped and moaned curse words in his ear while he thrusted into you relentlessly; hatefully. All the years of arguing, being compared to each other and the glares at each other from a distance were finally addressed, just not with words that made any sense. The only words you both spilled and understood were 'fuck,' 'I hate you,' 'I know you do,' and 'please.' But then, slowly yet surely, Sihtric's rough pace began to falter and change into a more gentle pace, yet still as deep as before. He wrapped his arms around you while you did the same, and he moved one hand down your side, to your knee, and he hooked your leg around his waist to thrust into you even deeper. His heavy groans and ragged breaths sounded in your ear while you dug your nails into his skin.

'Always wanting to be such a good girl,' he growled and grabbed your hips, 'so take it like the good girl you are.'

You felt your eyes roll back as you smiled. 'Say it,' you breathed and bit his ear, 'say it, Sihtric.'

'I love you,' he murmured, 'I love you and you always knew it.'

'I love you too,' you moaned, feeling your climax approach, 's-stay the night.'

'If you promise to not yell at me in the morning,' Sihtric chuckled and slowed down further, until he simply made love to you.

'Only if you don't tattoo me again,' you giggled and buried your face in his neck, peppering his skin with soft kisses.

'I won't,' Sihtric smiled and winked, 'I'll just mark you with my teeth this time.'

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fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x implied older female reader word count: 1384 warnings: heavy use of ma'am and baby boy. sub austin. needy austin. dom reader. public play. minor bit of come eating. future implied oral ( female receiving ). handjob. implications of threesomes. author’s note: welcome to day 11 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, public with austin butler x older female reader. fun fact! i forgot i had put someone down for this until i went through the tag one day. but i'm a woman of my word promise even for you wil anon, so here we go with the third public play fic. hypothetically y'all will get fed tomorrow too, we'll see. my schedule officially is just me throwing darts at a board and hoping for the best. also truly everyone who comments or reblogs is helping me keep on writing and i love every one of them and cherish them all.

"Ma'am," you hear Austin's whisper against your ear unexpectedly while talking with one of his co-stars. You may not be famous like Austin is— indeed, you are one of a million names attached to producing various films— but you still need to network. You still need to rub shoulders with the stars in the hope that you can drag them into whatever film you have going on. Austin is fine with it, enjoying how you get along with almost everyone and enjoying how you pick some of his favorite co-stars to zero in on. Still, to hear Austin whispering and sounding wound up like the tightest string on his guitar is cause for concern especially when he repeats himself. "Ma'am, please."

Never in your life have you been more thankful that you know how to school your face into something resembling normal and calm. You smile at his co-star as your hand reaches back to grab Austin's- noting how he grasps it with a ferocity you rarely see in public. "I'm so sorry to cut this short but I think Austin here's wanting my attention. I'll call you?"



"Of course," the woman croons before looking at Austin. "I don't blame you for wanting to whisk her away. I would too."



Austin's grip tightens once more as he kisses your neck and smiles. "She's a wanted woman."



You all share a quiet laugh before she moves away from the two of you and you finally turn around to face Austin, your free hand instinctively going up to cup his face, ignoring how he's shifted both of you just so that your thigh is pressed up against him. "What's wrong? You never say ma'am like this."



A low, barely there whine leaves Austin's throat before he answers, his body moving against your thigh, chasing something. "I— Everyone's been around you and around me and there was— I just need you."



As if to belabor the point, he rocks his body up against yours again and it's then that you feel it. He needs you not just as a person but as someone who he allows to hold the reins to his pleasure. Your eyebrows raise up just a hair as you run your thumb against his lip. His tongue darts out to lick it before nipping at it, earning a shaky breath from you. The two of you are in public, at a function that's important for both of you but from Austin's blown eyes and hard cock, you can tell that at least for now you need to try and handle him.



"We're in public, baby boy," your voice is practically a croon, even as you try and force both of you to a secluded area. The people who know you and Austin— who want to protect you and Austin keep most everyone occupied and looking away from you. You make Austin happy and he makes you happy to have that jeopardized by people who wouldn't understand the two of you isn't something anyone wants.



After what feels like an eternity, you finally make your way out of the room and into another one that is blissfully empty. Austin looks around, trying to see if he can see anyone in the darkness before you laugh. "Baby boy, there's no one here."



A groan of relief leaves his lips as he licks them and pulls you in for a kiss. You'll take care of him now, allow him to enjoy himself and have the edge taken off. You'll remind him that as much as he belongs to you, you belong to him and not the people who fawn over you.



"Everyone— Everyone kept touching you, ma'am. They kept touching what's mine and you couldn't stop them." Austin mutters against the skin of your neck, nipping and sucking small hickies. "Didn't want—"



Before you can even stop yourself your hand goes to Austin's hair, winding in it and pulling lightly. Normally he'd take that as a sign to move his head back and yet tonight he doesn't, too preoccupied with trying to touch you as if that will wash away everyone else's touch. Your chest heaves ever so slightly as Austin ruts against your thigh. You're in control but he needs to listen better right now. The hand in his hair yanks a little harder and finally he pulls away, eyes completely blown and lips turning redder and plumper by the second. "Ma'am?"



"Look at my baby boy, so needy for me. So impatient," you murmur, shifting your stance so that your thigh rubs up against him again. "So jealous of everyone else. Baby boy, you know I only love you. I only want to see that pretty face of yours coming because I helped you."



The whine that leaves Austin tells you all you need to know about how wound up he is. He had to have been aching for at least an hour to be this far gone. Perhaps it was when you were talking to Oscar that did him in, the knowledge that once upon a time you had joked about seeing if his wife would mind if the two of you borrowed him or if he could introduce the two of you to Jessica. Austin had finally let go of your hand and you use it to your full advantage, moving to unbutton his slacks and sticking your hand inside of his boxer briefs. He cries out softly at the feel of your hand around his cock, the brush of your thumb having him rut forward once again. "Ma'am. Ma'am, please, can't— don't tease. Help me, please."



"Aw, Austin, my baby boy. Of course. I've got you." Your hand shouldn't glide so easily but it does, moving up and down against his cock with an ease that tells you it's drenched in precum. Your clit throbs but you pay it no mind, too focus on the way Austin's panting and grabbing at your hips. His red lips are wet with spit and his chest heaves with every stroke of your hand. Austin needs you to the point of not caring who could walk in on you. "You just gotta be quiet, baby boy."



"Don't— don't care. Want them to see me like this, see that you only help me like this. Not anyone else." Faintly, you both register how bratty Austin sounds but only you file it away for later when you can properly punish and tease him at home. Your grip on his cock tightens though and he hisses through suddenly gritted teeth. "Gonna— need to come, ma'am. Need— it hurts."



Every muscle in Austin's body is tight, from his toes to his calves and thighs against you. His torso underneath your hand clenched in anticipation and you know he's trying to hold off, trying to be a good boy for you and it fills you with such pride that you can't help but pull him into a soft kiss. He sighs into it, trying to relax only to have you say the magic words when you pull away from his lips. "Come for me, Austin. Be a good boy."



It's as if he had been a puppet attached to strings that were cut when he comes, the intensity causing him to pitch forward against you, pinning you fully to the wall. Your hand is covered in his come and yet you don't bother to move it, instead focusing on using your free hand to rub his back as he breathes deeply.



After what feels like an eternity he moves to stand up properly and pulls your hand out of his pants. He keeps a handkerchief in his pocket specifically for cleaning up things like this and yet before he bothers to hand it to you, he licks a bit of his come off of your index finger, earning a growl from you. He cleans it up as normal after that, looking at you with a certain gleam in his eye. You start to open your mouth to question it before Austin sinks to his knees, moving to unbutton your own pants. He looks at you through his eyelashes,



"They won't miss us for another ten minutes."



It's another thirty before you head back to where you need to be.

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[inhuman-obey-me]

Hey, congrats on 4k followers,

Can you do “I feel a sickness for a home I’ve never been” with Lucifer finding MC (platonic or no) going through a depressive episode after coming back late from one of diavolos given (demonic tasks) maybe splattered in a bit of blood, gn mc pls.

If it’s something ur uncomfortable with, take out the depressive episode part.

Ty

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Thank you for the congrats!!

We did receive your follow-up request you asked for instead, but...I was already partially into writing this one haha, sorry! However, here's a somewhat similar Mammon drabble from a previous round, which I hope you'll enjoy it instead!

Also, as a general reminder for everyone - the rules of the prompt game are only prompt, character, and MC/no-MC. This particular scenario request happened to line up pretty well with the idea I had anyway, but we've had a few others come in too, and well, we just like to have our creative freedom with the prompts that come in (⌒_⌒;) So please keep in mind that if you send in a very specific scenario, your request may be ignored.

“I feel a sickness for a home I’ve never been.” - Lucifer/MC

content warning: blood, MC depression, imagined MC death

Maybe a walk through the gardens, alone so late at night, isn't the best idea you've ever had.

You shiver, the thin fabric of your pajamas offering you little protection from the chill of the Devildom's unending night. You probably should have changed before coming out here, or at least brought a jacket, but you hadn't thought about that. Really, you hadn't thought much at all when you'd fled your room, except that you needed to get out, now, right now, or you were going to suffocate under the weight of your own thoughts.

Of course, now you're alone with your thoughts and cold.

At least it feels a little easier to breathe out here in the fresh air. The cool is soothing against your aching, tear-shot eyes. You feel the restlessness coiled in your muscles dissipating a little with each soft rustle of soil beneath your feet.

One step after another, you wind your way through the rose-dotted hedges, as if hoping that getting lost in the labyrinthine greenery will make you feel less lost in your head. The full moon glows brightly above you, lighting your way. It's larger here than in the human world, or maybe just closer. If you shut your eyes, you can picture it getting even closer still -- bigger, heavier, sinking, falling, pressing down, down, down, until the luminous weight of it could just crush you where you stand, and --

"MC? What are you doing out here so late?"

Your eyes fly open, startled, and you find yourself greeted by an equally startled-looking Lucifer, just now arriving home. Lines of dark ichor drip around his face, and when he quickly moves to wipe them from your view, it's to little success as you realize his gloves, along with all the rest of his uniform, are just as bloodied.

You want to comment on that fact, but he beats you to it, face full of worry as he rushes up to you. "Wait, you've been crying. What's wrong?"

Your lip trembles with trepidation. As much as you love him, you don't usually confess all your concerns so easily. But neither can you keep it in anymore; you've been drowning in these feelings all night, and they're about to spill out whether you want them to or not.

"I don't want to go back."

He puts an arm around you, puzzled but concerned, and you latch onto him like a lifeline. As the tears start to well up again, you bury your face against his viscera-soaked coat, and awkwardly, he wraps you into a comforting embrace, trying his best not to get the splatter onto you. After a moment, though, he quickly gives up on those efforts, deciding to just hug you tighter, blood on his chest be damned. It doesn't matter if you get the stains on you too -- right now, you just need this. You need him.

"I know the exchange program is only for a year, and then I'm supposed to go home -- right? It's coming up really, really soon. And I should be happy about that, because the human world was my home, and my whole life got left behind when I got pulled down here, and -- I think most people would miss it. Most people would want to go back, wouldn't they? But -- I don't. I don't want to go back! I was never happy in the human world!"

You cling to him harder as you talk, afraid to let go, as if the moment you do, everything around you will disappear. But the ever-assured Avatar of Pride's embrace is solid and warm around you, and he doesn't make any move to pull away. So, through haggard breath, you continue.

"I was never happy there like I've been happy here. I never fit in there. But this is the Devildom, and I'm a human, not a demon, and -- it's not like I can stay, right? In the end, I'm just a guest here, and guests are supposed to go home. But the closer it gets, the more it feels like there's nowhere for me to go. If I have to leave, I don't have a place that feels like home! I don't belong anywhere else!"

As you keep spilling the thoughts that have been plaguing you all night, he stays there, holding you patiently, listening quietly and letting your sobs hiccup against him. Gradually, little by little, your fingers stop gripping the fabric of his uniform quite so tightly. You let yourself relax into him a little more. You're not ready to let go just yet, but he doesn't ask you to. And finally, when it seems like you've calmed down, your breaths soft and steadied into his shoulder, he starts to speak.

"You know, we're here now, but back when we were angels, I used to call the Celestial Realm my home. It was the only one I'd ever known. And it is beautiful there -- how light falls on everything to give it warmth. I almost think I miss it, sometimes."

Lucifer's words are slow and careful, as if piecing together a confession that he's never let himself put into words before. He pauses, letting the admission linger in the air for a moment, then sighs.

"I don't miss it, though, not really. I wasn't happy there. There were problems, doubts that I ignored for a long time, until I couldn't ignore them anymore. What I feel is a sickness for a home I've never been. The Celestial Realm isn't actually that place that I miss. After we were cast out, what mattered was that my brothers and I belonged together. We made a new home here, as a family."

He holds you tight, pressing a gentle, reassuring kiss to the top of your head.

"And if you think you're just a guest to us, you're sorely mistaken. You're part of our family now too. I'll talk to Diavolo tomorrow. We'll figure it out. Because if that's how you feel, then this is your home too -- with us."

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Into the Hyena's Den

Part three !! I hope you enjoy it :) 1 | 2 | 4 | 5 | 6 Cross-posted on ao3

You knock softly on Nikto’s door, checking the halls like you check the roads before crossing them. You're sure someone is hiding in some dark corner of the hall. Damn, you're really going to get in trouble for this, aren't you? You already had three of the snoopiest bitches on your tail. This visit was going to be the hot gossip for the next few weeks. And that was not going to go well for you in the slightest.

You can already imagine it, being called into König’s office and being scolded about fraternizing. Like he isn't guilty of that.

There's a thought that flickers in your mind for a moment, that you two will be the talk of the site and then Nikto will get distant one more. Something in you does not want that to happen. Perhaps you'll have to bribe Horangi. And Roze, but most importantly Klaus. Or blackmail. What are they gonna do? You work in a PMC, are they really going to go after you for blackmail and not any of your war crimes?

You think not.

The door creeks open, cautiously. He's worried about this too, you think, but the thought process is quickly shut down by his hand on the back of your head pulling you into the room. You make no noise of complaint. Partly because who would complain, and also because you don't want to draw any attention to the situation.

The door slammed once you were inside the dim room. You look around. The room is dark, there's a faint light from somewhere but you can't locate it. And it's not messy—there aren't any clothes or dirty dishes or anything out of place and the bed is made—but it's not clean either. It's crowded, piles of stuff neatly sorted all over everywhere.

His guns are neatly lined up against the wall, biggest to smallest. With the exclusion of his handguns and side arms, which are in boxes stacked in the opposite corner. At least that's what you're guessing is in them.

His arm extends, guiding you to sit on the bed. An instruction you follow.

“Sooo..” You're incredibly nervous, and he doesn't like small talk, but you're trying to small talk him. You just need to figure out what to small-talk about. God damn small talk standards and social norms. You're not good at it when you're hands aren't shaking and you're not sitting on the bed of a man that is very physically capable of snapping your neck all the way around like it's the fucking Exorcist. 

“Нет,” He replies firmly. He’s in more comfortable clothes, something you’ve never seen before. He’s wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt, short-sleeved. His pants don’t match it at all, being loose-fitting sweats. His mask is still on, though. Honestly, you’d bet his mask is always on. Even in the shower.

“N-nyet?” You reply, confused. 

“Shush. You are not with us to talk,” He instructs, coming to the side of the bed. He moves his hand to instruct you to scoot over, which you do. Your eyes stay on him intensely as he lays down in the bed, sliding under the covers. “You are here to help us sleep,” Part of you is sad that he boils it down to that. You can never be sure if that is what Nikto means, this is just because you make him sleep better, or if this means more to him and he just can’t put it into words. You imagine it’s hard for him sometimes, to admit weakness like that. To admit he has a soft spot, a hole in the impenetrable fortress that is his off-putting demeanor and aggressive disposition. Or maybe you’re just assigning him that, like when you feel guilty for having to choose between two inanimate objects, even though you can’t actually make one of them feel bad for not being chosen.  

So you let out a soft sound of agreement and nod, instead of trying to talk anymore. He stares at you expectantly for a moment longer, so you clamber under the sheets and let him wrap his arms around you, laying his head on your chest. It’s a firm grip around your waist, like he’s never held another person like this before, or the iron-clad grip of a child holding their favorite plushie. Your hands very gently meet his back and the top of his head. You’re trying to get comfortable like this, the way that the hard metal of the blast plate pushes into your skin from through your shirt, the way your chest can’t fully rise due to the pressure of holding him, the miserable heat of being in an already warmer than you expected room with another being on top of you, and his death grip keeping you from adjusting your position even an inch. It’s not the worst thing to happen to you since you’ve come to KorTac, but that doesn’t make it any more comfortable.

Your hand on his back starts that slow stroking motion that you always had with him. You close your eyes, trying to get comfortable with the weight of a fully grown man on your ribcage. He rolls his head into your chest, and you fight the urge to wheeze or let out any sounds of discomfort. It wasn’t that you weren’t enjoying the moment, it was just the metal being pressed into the skin hurt. More than just a little bit. He stops moving his head after a moment, letting out a breath he must have been holding. His whole form melts into you. The lack of tenseness, of distrust, it was out of character for him. But it was wholesome. A moment of surrender, of peace, in a life that was doomed to be full of fighting. And the fact that you were giving it almost made up for the metal digging into you.

You let out a soft, reassuring sound, telling him you’re still there. And there’s no way you’re leaving. Not anyway at all. The downward strokes turn to gentle circles into the back of his shoulders as you whisper nonsense to him. A mix of his name, shushing, “I’m here”s and “you’re okay”s leave your lips as you mumble. It makes him relax even further if that is possible. You’re not even sure if that is possible.

You look down at him, and he seems at peace. You’d like to imagine that he was smiling under all that fabric, so you will. You aren’t sure how comfortable it is to sleep with that on your face, or if he could even breathe right like that, but you don’t question him. There’s no reason to poke the bear lying on your chest. Especially since you’re trying to tame it. 

But, as you study his face, you notice something new. Normally, when he closes his eyes, his face is a flat void. You can’t even tell he’s human, or he’s wearing a mask. It’s all a single, 2-D shape that he calls a body. And when his eyes are open, the blue pierces through a still darkness, one that melts into the rest. He looks more like a living shadow, in all dark and clinging to the walls. His face always seemed to be a flat, pitch-black surface when he closed his eyes because he was always wearing eyeblack. He had neatly painted on every surface of skin that was exposed by the eye holes of his mask, with no streaks, marks, splotches, or fingerprints. Though it would fade over time, you often noted. Over the weeks he would leave it until he had to repaint it. But now, as you look down at him on your chest, you notice another thing you had never seen before. There is no void. He’s not some faceless being in your arms. You see the faint, deep-brown shaping of his brows, his long eyelashes, the scar that covers the right side, but most importantly, the pale gleam of his skin in the little light.

He had washed the eyeblack off. And he had done it just for you.

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Fear

Summary: Not everyone who walks into devildom is fearless, especially not humans.

Type:Scenario: Brothers + Side character & FTM!MC

Version:One Master

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No one can wake up in a room full of men and be fine with it, especially if you don't know these men. And if you were a woman, you'd be horrified. The world you live in is cruel to women, and no matter how strong she is, being surrounded by unknown men can still strike fear into her. But you're not a woman, never were. Well, not by your eyes, you grew up only seen as a girl, you tried to change that but left scared and scarred. So, as someone who was only seen a girl, a woman for the majority of his life, you're scared of these men. The one I'm red could tell you looked through all of them over and over and over again, looking for someone you trust or someone you could trust. But to no avail, you were scared, alone. The one in red stared at you, causing you to cower back, he didn't look away from with. With an unreadable expression.

"MC..."

He had a loud booming voice, one that made you shiver and push yourself more on the floor to hopefully seem smaller. His eyes were dim due to the dark lighting. He stood from his seat.

"I take it your scared, don't be."

What he said didn't help.

"I'm Diavolo, next king of devildom"

Your eyes widened as he continued to explain, before his right hand man, Lucifer, took over. He said he'd answer all your questions, but you hadn't spoken a word. You have been put in a situation where you had no one to turn to, no one to ask for help, you had no one. You wanted to leave. You wanted to be swallowed by the ground. You wanted to be away from these men. When it came time to call your supervisor, a demon... Mammon, you couldn't. You just stared at Lucifer, horrified. Now knowing he was a demon, a demon of Pride. You couldn't bring yourself to do it. He sighed and pulled out his 'DDD', but you were too focused to notice the pink haired demon, Asmodeus walked up to you.

"Aww~ Lucifer you scared him~"

Asmodeus gently touched your arm, but that touch alone caused your whole body to freeze. Your grip on your DDD tightened, and your eyes grew wide.

"Asmo, I don't think that's a good idea."

Satan, the blonde haired demon, said. Clearly taking note of your fear. But Asmodeus didn't listen or care. He leaned into you, particularly hugging you, Diavolo and Lucifer looked at Asmodeus with a harsh look. One he wasn't paying attention to.

"Awe~ Don't worry, it's not me he's scared of~ those mean looks that Luci and Diavolo have are~ isn't that right?"

Asmodeus had a hum to his words, but even tho he sounded nice, you were still scared. Your whole body was tense, your hands were trembling, and your chest tightened as your breath spread up. Diavolo began to look worried, and Lucifer looked more pissed by the second. Beelzebub was the first to act. He walked over to you and Asmodeus super fast, grabbed Asmodeus's arm and pulled him off of you.

"He needs space, Asmo. Don't touch him."

Even though Beelzebub just helped you, you couldn't help but step back away from him. The was massive, was bigger than you. When Mammon burst through the doors you jumped.

"Lucifer! I-I'm here"

As Lucifer explains to Mammon what's going on, Beelzebub turns to you. And gently cups your face.

"You'll be alright. I promise"

Your eyes widen as he nods at you and walks away with Asmodeus, Mammon then comes up to you and starts talking about who knows what. Your focus was all on Beelzebub.

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[A/n:I'm not writing a part two to this, btw. It was just a small thing until i can get more motivation to write. I hope you enjoyed]

[resowrites]

Upstairs, Downstairs - oneshot (request).

Summary: Henry gets sick and becomes the patient from hell…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1186

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Upstairs, Downstairs - oneshot.

She could hear Henry groaning as she mounted the stairs. Carefully she balanced the tray bearing some toast, her Nintendo Switch she was letting him borrow, and more painkillers. She entered their bedroom as quietly as she could, though Henry still stuck his head up to inspect the food he thought he could smell from the kitchen. "Did you cut the crusts off?" At this, she pursed her lips and dropped the tray onto the bedside table with a clank. The noise made him wince and she couldn't help but smirk.

"Yes your majesty, as well as some more painkillers and my Switch if you're up to playing it." But one look at Henry suggested that was unlikely, his eyes were screwed up against the pain despite the room being in total darkness.

"Tablets please."

"Oh darling, is your headache really no better?" She carefully helped sit him up and handed over the painkillers along with a glass of water.

"It's a migraine." She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"No it isn't, it's just a bad headache--"

"It's a migraine!"

"Henry, I suffer from migraines myself, you're barely able to move. Now take your tablets and rest, you'll feel better in another hour or two. And it'll serve you right for staring at yourself in the mirror so long--"

"I was shaving!"

"Well try it blindfolded next time, that might resolve the issue permanently."

"Charming, and it wasn't that that did it, I was concentrating too hard painting my Warhammer--" she quickly interrupted, not wishing to get Henry started on the subject of Warhammer.

"Yeah that's fascinating, now take your tablets please."

"You know, this is not very good nursing… you're not even wearing a uniform!" She rolled her eyes again.

"Don't be a perv. And if you want a nurse, hire one. Though at this rate only a saint would cope."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He handed her back the glass and rested his head against the pillow, his eyes closed despite still talking.

"It means I've had to run around after you like a blue-arse fly and I'm nearing the end of my tether. Now have some toast--"

"In a minute, chat to me first." Henry patted her empty spot on the bed.

"Henry, you need to either have something to eat or go to sleep. I'll wake you at dinner, that's if you can still manage to eat…" He opened his eyes just in time to catch her smirk, but his expression suddenly grew more serious.

"… Don't leave." She burst out laughing.

"Henry, you're not a baby! Besides you need to rest."

"But I'm bored!"

"I am not here to entertain you, mister! I have a mountain of ironing to do as well as dinner to prepare." Henry's face became forlorn and for a moment she was genuinely worried. "Here, let me take your temperature…" She removed a thermometer from her pocket and held it up to his mouth.

"Warm it up first." She looked up to the ceiling and held her breath. When she tried again, Henry pulled away slightly.

"Make an aeroplane noise…"

"Henry, I really am losing my patience! Now let me take your temperature or I'll put this thermometer someplace it'll definitely feel cold!" He harrumphed but opened his mouth all the same.

"You know those tablets are no good, they didn't work when I took them earlier--" she shushed Henry, determined to get an accurate reading on the thermometer.

"Mmm… slightly high--"

"See, I told you I was coming down with something!"

"No, you told me you were painting your toys--"

"They're not toys!" She sighed.

"Whatever! Anyway your temperature's only slightly up, you're not feeling sick are you?" She looked at the plate of still-uneaten toast and began to wonder.

"Well, I'd get no sympathy from you either way! Now hand me that toast." She eyed the plate again, tempted to dump it all over him. He took one large bite. "Mmm… it's cold." She turned to go.

"Then chew on it, that'll warm it up."

"Wait! I didn't say you could leave." But the bedroom door slammed shut behind her.

She smiled as she gazed around the living room, both dogs snoozing at her feet. The housework was finished and she could finally put her feet up. It was a rare treat indeed to have a Henry-free afternoon and she was determined to enjoy it. But then her phone pinged. She ignored it and turned up the volume on the tv. Then came another ping. And another. Finally, the phone rang. "What?!" Oh, Henry, I'm trying to relax! Do I really need to come up there?" The phone rang off and she threw it aside, thoroughly irritated as she stomped up the steps. When she opened the bedroom door, he was sitting lower against the headboard, his eyes still closed. "Well?!"

"I need you to fluff my pillows." Her mouth fell open.

"You are kidding?! You made me come all the way up here, just for that?!"

"Yeah, I'm slipping. It's not comfy." She could tell Henry was trying not to laugh.

"Well carry on and I'll bloody smother you! That's if I can find a pillow big enough for that big fat head!" He held a finger up to his lips.

"Shhh… you're talking too loud."

"That's it! You're on your own. I'm not lifting another bloody finger for you…" For the second time that hour, she slammed the door. But just as she was making her way down the stairs, her phone pinged again. She knew better than to read the message, but she also knew Henry wouldn't stop bothering her until she did. Apparently, she'd forgotten something. Her brow furrowed. She was sure she hadn't bought anything up, but curiosity got the better of her and she made her way back towards the bedroom. When she entered the room, he didn't respond. She took a few steps closer, concerned whether he was alright. Suddenly the bed covers were thrown back.

"BOO!!!" She nearly hit the ceiling she jumped so high.

"Oh my God, you stupid twat! You nearly made me shit myself!" She went to grab hold of the bedside table for support but Henry just laughed and pulled her into a hug. "Get off me you silly sod, what did you really want me for?!" She tried to pull free of his arms but he held tight and smiled maniacally.

"I wanted you to take the tray down…" At that moment she could have knocked him out with it. "Oh and can you pick up the remote? It dropped on the floor." Her nostrils flared.

"Anything else, sire?!"

"Just your company m'lady…"

"I take it you're feeling better then?"

"Why don't you join me in here and find out…" Henry wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I think not! You've been a pain in the arse all day and if possible, I'd like a bit of peace and quiet."

"Madam, you should know that's impossible." She sighed, finally smiling at him. Henry was right, in their household there was no such thing.

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[everlastlady]

Yandere Striker HCS

☕┆ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerful overlords. Welcome to some spicy yandere striker hcs and you'll see what I mean by spicy. But keep in mind having a yandere partner in real life isn't okay and you shouldn't mimic these actions to get someone to love you. But this is fictional characters and a story of dark romance so I hope you enjoy if you do enjoy don't forget to comment, like, reblog, or request. ☕📖

☕┆ Story Contains: Kidnapping, Drugging, Threats, & Smut

☕┆ Fandom: Helluva Boss

☕┆ Word Count: 1282

When he first met on your family’s farm since he was helping out to make money, he loved to tease you. Just something was telling him to tease but soon that teasing became more of flirting. Striker always playfully flirting with a lot of people but now that attention was on you and he adored seeing you get heated or flustered. He would come up with new nicknames for you and fun ways to tease you. You brought out something in Striker that he thought he buried deep inside him. But just seeing you took his breath away.

He tried multiple times to convince himself, that he didn’t love you. That this was just some stupid puppy love. He even tried to distance himself from you or tell your family that he was too sick to come in. But eventually, he accepted the fact that he loved you and wanted to confess. But something got in the way. It was your family and friends. He hated how they had your attention, especially your friends. He would scoff whenever your male friends or female friends playfully flirted and complimented you. That should be him making you laugh, blush, and feel important. He dislike the work your family made you do and how they scolded you.

Striker told himself, that he was going to save you. And it took him a couple of weeks to come up with a plan. You somehow got sick, how strange. So you couldn't hang out with your friends or go with your family to see your grandparents. You lay in bed resting but you heard your door creak open and looked to see Striker. You wondered why he was here, he had quit working on the farm last week. But your eyes widen when you see him with the syringe in his hands. “ This is going to hurt baby doll but this is for your own good. “Striker pinned you to the bed. He was stronger than you so it was easy for him to pin you down and hit you with the needle, everything went back and the last thing you heard was Striker’s voice. “ I’m saving you babydoll just shh shh there, there. “

After the whole kidnapping shit. Striker had you tied down and gagged. You panicked and always tried to fight back. Striker would tell you that he was doing this because he loved you. Funny enough you did have feelings for Striker. But how he went about confessing his love to you was too much. And when you would tell him to let you go. He would just laugh. “ Haha! After all the trouble I went through to get you, I can’t let you go babydoll. But don’t worry I’m going to take good care of you. “ He would kiss you after everything he would say to ensure you that he loved you.

Whenever he left he would have extra locks on the doors, and windows, and make sure you were tied down well. He didn’t want his babydoll to leave him. But whenever he was home. He would cuddle, carry you around, feed you, bathe you, and let you stretch. But don’t you dare think about escaping because Striker would knock you down and pull out that syringe. Once you woke up, he would lecture but also threatened to kill your friends and family. Which made you fear him and sit there and sob. He hated seeing you sob so he would try to make you laugh or smile.

Striker would talk about marriage with you. And how you both will have a pretty wedding and you’ll be his everything. He tells you how much stole his heart. “ One day you love me and I love you the same one day we'll have a pretty wedding, and I'll be your everything we'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part. “ He would say while dancing with you. He loved hearing you say that you loved him just as much as he loved you. “ Oh, babydoll please say again. “

When he brags about you in front of others. They better watch they say. “ Oh, she is hot you better watch out. “, “ Let me know if you two break up. “ , “ Eh I’ve seen better looking. “, or “ You could do better. “ Because when those words leave people’s mouths. Striker will come home covered in blood and mumbling. Now he doesn’t brag about you.

If Striker lets you go out then you have to wear a disguise but it depends on why you wanna go out. Striker makes it seem like he could get you whatever you want and you don’t need to go out. But if you need fresh air, then he’ll take you on a walk or out to eat at some diner that doesn’t get many people. But he does spoil you and get you whatever you want if you request a phone call with your friends and family then that’s an automatic no from him and don't you dare or ask again.

You sadly and eventually accept your new life with Striker. You loved him since you met him but you knew the relationship wasn’t healthy you just had to deal with this new life and not piss off Striker and make sure no one else does the same. Striker with cuddle you a lot in bed especially after releasing you of the binds. He would lay on the couch or bed with you his tail wrapped around your waist.

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Oh boy, when you two have sex he is animalistic with you. As he pounds into your wet cunt, he gets lost in your moans. His heavy breathing and hot breath against your neck while he pounds away at your cunt. When he looks at you, he loves seeing your eyes roll back and you trembling. Your sweet moans make him grin and he would move your hair out of the way. “ O~Oh, babydoll you look so beautiful like this. Keep making those sweet noises and don’t stop. “ He says while grunting. He doesn’t even stop pounding into you after he fills you up to the brim. He just places you in a new position and continues to pound into you.

He loves exploring your body and groping your ass, chest, and thighs. Sometimes he’ll have you grind on his leg and make you beg to be fucked. He’ll plunge his fingers into your hole, thrusting his fingers in and out. He’ll chuckle seeing how much of a mess you are. “ Look at you such a little slut, but your mine all mine. “ He’ll want you to scream and tell him that you belong to him and if he likes what he hears then maybe he’ll fuck you.

He’ll have you suck on his fingers before plugging them into your cunt. And if he wants to feel good too, he’ll have you on your knees knees sucking his cock and he just loves to see how far. He can get his cock down your throat. While your hand strokes the other {Someone stated before in a smut story since Striker is a snake mix it would make sense if he had two cocks since snakes have two} Which when you first saw made you a blushing mess and just made Striker grin.

Yandere or not Striker will give you aftercare. He’ll bathe you, get you in pajamas, and cuddle with you. He’ll tell you how good you were and how much he loves you. He’ll kiss every bite mark and love mark he has given you because he wants to let others know and remind you that you are his and only his.