#after like 9 hours of moving she was like 'I just want to start decorating Now' 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[trans-xianxian]

ALL MOVED IN TO MY NEW PLACE!!! took us six hours to drive all my shit to the new place, and about three hours to get the rats settled, play furniture tetris, sit on the ground waiting for pizza, sit on the ground eating pizza, put my bed together, play more furniture tetris, and get the bunnies settled, but now I am cozy wozy in my bed hehe :3c unpacking and decorating will commense tomorrow but for now. rest

[byechristopher]

Quiet.

– MATT STURNIOLO SMUT.

Author's note: Y'ALL. Shout-out to my Matt girls. This is my first Matt fic ever. I love everything about this fic – I love when women get ready when their crush MIGHT be there, I fucking love petnames and I feel like Matt definitely uses a lot too, I love movie nights and Matt would definitely finger his girl under the covers, I love dom but gentle Matt. I love it. Bye. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: long and filthy smut. Minors dni! Semi-public?, fingering, petnames, dom!Matt. Didn't proofread!

"So, can you swing by?" I hear my friend's voice through the phone.

"Absolutely. Heading to the market in a bit, grabbing some beers, and I'll be at your place by 9PM. Sound good?" I reply, rummaging through every drawer to find my wallet.

"Perfect, babes. See you there!" she says. After exchanging greetings, I hang up, sliding my phone into the back pocket of my pants.

Considering Matthew freaking Sturniolo will be there, I'm already dressed with makeup on, not wanting to waste a single second; I aim to be there ASAP.

Not that I'm trying to impress Matt (yes I am), but there's been a thing between us (I refuse to call it a "situationship") since we all started hanging out. I've been part of that friend group for nearly two years now, and from the moment I joined, Matt started being quite flirty. And ever since then, we just casually flirt, make-out, have sex.. very casual.

Now, after a few weeks of not seeing each other (though we talk on the phone almost daily), I want to be my best self. I've done my skincare, enjoyed a three-hour-long bath, styled my hair in loose curls, put on comfy clothes – the whole shebang. If I've done this for nothing, I'll scream. Internally.

None of this matters now, because I am outside my friend's apartment, clutching the paper bag of beers in one hand and my scarf in the other one. I knock on the door, patiently waiting but instead of my friend, of course it's Matt who opens it, dressed in his signature black hoodie, black jeans, his usual chain dangling around his neck and his usual rings decorating his fingers. He looks.. delicious.

"Didn't expect me to open the door." it's more of a statement than a question, so I smile and nod.

"Not really, no." I chuckle, not moving an inch.

"You told me you'd be here by 9. So I'm here." he says with that captivating voice, taking a step closer, slowly pulling the door handle without closing it.

Cupping my cheek, he moves in, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb, gently 1smudging my lipgloss before leaning in for a kiss. I release my scarf to grab his free hand, tugging on his fingertips as I reciprocate the kiss.

"You look pretty." he whispers against my lips and I smile.

Before entering, I pause him, rubbing his lips with my thumb to remove my lipgloss from them. Chuckling at his knowing stare, I say, "come on, let's go!" gently pushing him inside.

God help me, he smells amazing.

After greeting everyone and putting the beers inside the fridge, I take off my scarf and my coat, heading to the kitchen again so I can help with the snacks and the beers.

"Guys, I'm sorry in advance but you're probably going to freeze your ass off. Something's wrong with the heating so I'll just give y'all a ton of blankets." our friend apologises but we all brush it off.

"Bitch, we used to hang out in dark alleys in WINTER when we were younger, literally shut up. We can take it." another friend says, rolling her eyes and I laugh. We are all living the same lives, it seems.

After deciding which movie we will watch, with the snacks and the drinks on the table and the blankets ready to provide us with warmth, we were finally ready. I did have my eye on Matt so of course, when he patted the spot next to him on the small settee while looking at me with a smile, I almost ran to make sure I secure my place next to him.

The movie has started already, Matt is sitting next to me and we have two blankets covering us – his hand is on my thigh and my thigh is over his leg. His thumb is rubbing my leg through my pants and it's much more distracting than I could ever imagine. I do make sure to curl up against his side and he smiles, making sure the blankets are covering me properly.

Not even fifteen minutes have passed and I already feel the need to pee; that goddamn wine. I excuse myself and practically run to the bathroom, only to come back a few minutes later to see Matt almost laying on that settee. All the lights are closed but I know he can kind of see my reflection because of the big TV screen, so he can see the question marks all over my face – where the hell am I gonna seat?

He smiles and he pushes the blankets to the side, sitting up a bit and spreading his legs so I can sit in between them.

Well, fuck.

Sitting down in between his legs, I grab his thighs to support myself and make sure my whole back is pressed against him, leaning back to practically lay on his chest. I pull the blankets over us and he pecks the top of my head, almost as if it was a reward.

Seeing where all of this is going, I thank whoever is up there because our friends are quite far from us, all fully facing the TV. Matt quickly wraps his arms around my waist, resting them on my belly and I can feel how cold his hands are even through my shirt. Minutes go by and I can feel Matt playing with my shirt, his cold fingertips already touching my bare skin, raising goosebumps on it. He drags his short fingernails up and down my sides, making me smile because he knows I like that.

His hands slowly drag themselves up, pulling my shirt over my chest, my breasts now free, "love when you're not wearing a bra." he whispers in my ear and I chuckle.

My hands are on his knees and his hands are on my breasts, cupping them and caressing them, pressing small kiss on my neck, "you smell amazing.." he whispers, "do you think you can be quiet for me, pretty?" he pecks the tip of my ear.

"Yes, Matt.." I whisper back, getting comfortable on his chest, still pretending to watch that movie.

His hands are massaging my breasts, rubbing and pinching my nipples with his long fingers, tugging on them every now and then – it is hard to keep quiet but I've done this many times, I'm sure I can handle it.

Sitting with bent knees now, he hums, pressing another rewarding kiss on the top of my head, "keep playing with your tits for me, hm? I'm gonna take care of you." he whispers and I want to moan just by the words he says.

I nod and cup my breasts instead, massaging them gently as I feel his hands moving down to my thighs – he massages them and spreads my legs open gently, placing his legs on my feet to keep my legs in place. I feel his fingertips hooking around the waistband of my pants and panties, gently pulling them down as I slowly raise my hips to make it easier for him.

"You have to be very quiet now, okay?" he says and I immediately nod, desperately needing him to touch me there, "tease your nipples. I want to see you struggling." he chuckles, keeping me close to him.

I gently hit his leg and he can't help but laugh – I keep teasing my nipples, just like he ordered, keeping my eyes to the television even though I can feel his fingers dangerously close to where I need him the most. Finally, one of his fingers gently touch my clit, rubbing in circle motions as his breath fans over my ear together with the softest moans. I can feel him dragging his finger down, only to chuckle at how wet it is down there – I almost whine.

"God, I wanna taste you. You're so wet." he whispers and circles my entrance, collecting my juices and focusing back on my clit.

"Matty.. please.." I whisper back, my hands now leaving my sensitive breasts, grabbing his thighs instead.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he says and gently slaps my pussy, making me gasp softly.

I couldn't speak – all I can think about is his fingers inside of me. But I feel like if I open my mouth now, I won't be able to keep my moans in. I buck my hips, needing to feel more pressure on my clit but he's having none of it. He pushes my hips down and flicks my clit in the softest way possible, which makes me want to cry.

"You know how it goes. Use your words." he uses two other fingers to spread my pussy, making it easier for him to rub my clit with his middle finger.

"Please.. Matty.. I need.. your fingers inside of me.." I beg between shaky breaths, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"See?" he kisses the side of my head, "there's my good girl." he says and just by that, I almost lose it. But then he finally pushes a finger inside of me and I have to cover my mouth with the blankets.

His middle finger pushes in and out of my wetness and I squeeze my eyes shut, really trying not to let out the moans that have been threatening to come out this whole time. His other arm is wrapped around me, keeping me in place as he rubs my clit and fingers me at the same time with his other hand.

"I'm going to add another finger, baby. I need you to keep that pretty mouth closed, yeah?" he warns – the hand that was gripping my waist is now keeping my mouth closed, I nod anyway.

He slowly takes his finger out and instead, he rubs my entrance with two fingers. He gently pushes and I wince softly in his hand, "you can take it, baby, shhh." he whispers and I really need to fucking moan now. He finally pushes both of his fingers inside of me and I want to cry from how good it feels. My nails dig into his thighs and luckily (for him), he's wearing jeans otherwise it would definitely leave a mark.

He starts moving them in and out, slowly, still covering my mouth under the blankets with his other hand as his lips move to my neck. He starts sucking on the skin, licking it and biting it as he pushes his fingers inside till he's knuckles-deep.

"I wish I could kiss you right now – the way you would moan into my mouth trying to kiss back, turns me on." he takes my earlobe in between his lips, gently sucking on it.

His fingers start moving at a much faster pace and I'm sure that if the TV wasn't this loud, everyone would hear the noises my pussy makes from how wet he made me. He curls his fingers inside of me and I close my eyes, really struggling to keep my mouth closed now, "pretty girl. Do you think you can take a third finger?"

I wrap my fingers around his wrist and slowly move his hand away from my mouth, letting him know I have my moans a little bit under control now (not even close), "please, Matt.. I need it.." I whisper, my voice is trembling. Still, I grab his free hand and pull it closer to me, taking a finger into my mouth and I can feel his bulge against my back.

"Darling, don't do that.." he warns, "or I'll have to fuck you in front of everyone." he whispers and bites my neck.

Finally, he's pushing a third finger inside and I really need to cry. He's finger-fucking me at a fast pace, he's being rough but gentle at the same time, it's overwhelming, "touch yourself, baby. And don't stop."

I quickly move my free hand, rubbing my own clit gently as he fucks me with force – I am so close and he knows it, I can feel myself clenching around his fingers.

"Matty.. Matt.. fuck, I'm – please.." I am almost completely under the covers because I can try to keep my moans in, but my expression definitely cannot be hidden.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby? Come on. Come on my fingers." he's so gentle when he speaks but his fingers are merciless, and that contrast is what drives me over the edge.

"That's it, baby.. that's it." he whispers and I finally cum, trembling a little but I try not to make it so obvious.

He takes his fingers out slowly, caressing my legs in order for me to calm down before he brings them close to his mouth, licking them clean, "when this movie is over, you're leaving with me. I'm eating you out in my car."

He drives me crazy.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons cause I love this chaotic little family

I’ve seen a lot of people say Ambrosius is a morning person and Bal is a night owl 

And I have to respectfully disagree 

Will Bal pull some all-nighters in the lab? Absolutely 

But this man is the most early bird coded character I’ve ever seen in my entire life 

When he isn't fully invested in a project he can't stay up past 10 pm

He wakes up at 6 am refreshed and barely needs caffeine 

I’ve also seen a lot of people say he’s a dedicated coffee drinker but something about this man screams “Coffee gives me migraines” 

Ambrosius on the other hand 

That’s an insomniac if I’ve ever seen one 

He’ll get ready for bed around 9 and then stay up til 3 in the morning

Poor babe needs coffee in an IV

He used to wake up really early back in the institute cause he was forced to run a mile every minute he was late to class 

And he’s a heavy sleeper so after the wall came down and he quit being a knight he wouldn't wake up before 1 pm even with Bals help 

And Nimona is just as bad 

Most nights Ambrosius will leave the room because he moves a lot when he can’t sleep and Bal is a light sleeper 

He’ll sit in the living room watching tv while trying to sleep and most of the time Nimona will join him 

Every once and a while Bal will find them laying on top of each other on the couch and will take them back to their respective beds 

And if you’re wondering what their favorite show to watch together is it’s those house-flipping shows 

But not for the reason you think

Most people watch those shows cause they think it’s inspiring 

Ambrosius and Nimona talk about how terrible these people are at their jobs  

They’ll go on hour-long rants about how these people are stripping the houses of everything that made them a home

(Ambrosius is a sentimental bitch and would be a maximalist after leaving the institute prove me wrong)

When Nimona is bored she’ll go into the city disguised as Bal or Ambrosius 

And she’ll fool literally everyone it’s a pretty common occurrence for the boys to be at home and then they hear the other swearing like a damn sailor because there are already news articles about it

The only people she can’t fool are Bal and Ambrosius 

Bal will shut them down almost immediately 

They’ll walk over to Bal and won’t even get a word out before Bal says “Shift back Nim you’re freaking me out”

They always make a big deal out of being caught making big decorations like “I’m getting better and one day I’ll fool you” 

And he’ll hum in agreement but he knows that it doesn’t matter how good he gets or how observant he is he’ll be able to fully copy every little detail 

The details that Bal has spent the past decade and a half remembering  

You know the little things like how he can’t say Bal or Nimona’s names without smiling even when he’s pissed

Or how he scrunches his nose when he laughs 

Ambrosius always acts like Nimona tricked him

He’ll let them get comfortable in the character and then he’ll drop the bomb 

Something small and inconspicuous like “Hey Nim do you want pizza for dinner?” and they’ll excitedly proclaim “Hell yeah pizza!” 

It takes them a second to realize they’ve been played and when they do they never make a big deal about it

They normally just mumble a curse or two and walk away with their tail between their legs (literally)

The first time Nimona tried to trick Ambrosius was when he was having one of those days 

You know the days when even breathing feels like a fucking battle

This was in a really awkward period too

Like right after Nimona and Ambrosius started trusting each other but right before they really started to get to know each other 

But she knew the boys well enough to know if Bal came home to a sad Ambrosius then he’d be in a bad mood for the rest of the day 

And she knows that the only thing that can cure a mopey Ambrosius is Bal 

She walked into the room and started talking to Ambrosius and was kind of surprised and a little bit peeved about how well she was fooling him

Until he said “You can drop the act Nim I know it’s you” 

They kind of just sat in that silence for a minute until Nimona said the first thing that came to her mind 

“You want me to find my sax?” 

Bal shouldn’t have been surprised to find Nimona disguised as him serenading Ambrosius with the worst freestyle jazz he’s ever heard (which is saying something)

He didn’t even say anything he just sat down and cuddled the love of his life while watching their kid try and play the sax while breakdancing

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 17

Finnick x Y/N

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This is kind of Chapter 16 part 2 so apologies that it’s short!

Content Warnings - Panic Attack, mention of previous rape, descriptions of gore, self harm

You decide to visit Peeta again. If anyone was going to tell you what you wanted to know, it would be him. You told Haymitch and Boggs that you wanted to visit him to tell him about the wedding in the hopes that it would cheer him up. They agreed and they let you inside.

“Peeta!” you grin as you enter his room. The blond looks up at you surprised.

“I didn’t think you were going to come back,” he states, sadness in his eyes.

“Well Peeta,” you reply. “I have lots to share with you, and something you can share with me.”

“Ok…” he hesitantly agrees.

“Firstly,” you start. “Finnick and I agreed to get fake married in District 13 to make people happy. People are sad right now so we thought it was a good idea.”

“Oh,” he states, taking the information in.

“Second,” you continue, “I talked to Haymitch and Boggs and they’ve agreed to let you decorate our wedding cake!”

“You want me to decorate your cake?” he asks. “I’d be honored.”

“Ok now I need your help on something,” you tell him, hoping Boggs and Haymitch won’t notice what you are doing and pull you out of there.

“I don’t trust the people here,” you explain. “But I trust you. The capital erased some of my memories and I’m trying to figure out what I’m forgetting. Apparently something happened on my victory tour that was very bad but nobody will tell me. Do you know what they are talking about?”

Peeta nods his head, sadness filling his eyes.

“Johanna told me in the arena,” he responds. “You… you were raped by a man in the capital; some important guy I think. You killed him during it and that’s why the capital hates you. After that you didn’t talk to anyone besides Finnick for five years and didn’t let anyone touch you. It’s why the capital calls you Feral and everyone is afraid of you.”

You can faintly hear Boggs enter the room but you’re frozen in place. The memories were starting to come back to you; the feeling of his hands on you, gouging out his eyes…

Boggs is guiding you out of the room but suddenly you don’t want him touching you. You don’t want anyone touching you.

“Don’t touch me,” you growl as you shrug his arm off of you. He goes to say something into his radio and you take the chance to bolt away from him and everyone else near Peeta’s room.

Shouts for you are ignored as you run down the halls of District 13. You make turn after turn, hoping to lose the people chasing you and yourself deep in the bunker.

When your lungs are burning and you can’t run anymore, you climb into a supply closet and shut the door. You need time away from people. They’re probably chasing you to hunt you down. You’re dangerous.

A worried Haymitch comes flying into the training room where Finnick is throwing around his trident.

“Finnick!” he shouts, out of breath. “We need you on deck 9 now.”

Haymitch had never seen the young man move so quickly. He instantly dropped his trident and sprinted past the older victor, not even stopping to ask questions.

When Finnick arrived on deck 9, he was greeted by Boggs.

“Is she alright?” he asks worried. “Where is she?”

“I have soldiers trying to figure that out as we speak,” Boggs states. “She visited Peeta and it didn’t go well. He told her about her victory tour and she ran. We were hoping you’d be able to help us find her.”

“Give me some sedatives just in case,” Finnick responds. “Do you know what direction she went in?”

“That way,” Boggs states and the blond runs off in that direction.

It takes two hours and a suggestion from Katniss to check the supply closets for Finnick to find you. The soldiers had opted to secure the surrounding corridors to keep you from moving locations, deciding that you’d be the least likely to hurt anyone if Finnick found you.

“Y/N?” he asks, shining a light into the closet.

“Get away from me!” you growl.

He looks down at your shivering form on the floor of the closet. Your face was wet from crying and your arms were red from you clawing at them.

“Y/N,” he states calmly, causing you to look up at him. “I’m going to sedate you and then take you to my room. You need somewhere to process this and a supply closet isn’t safe.”

You shake your head at him, knowing he’s right but not wanting to go anywhere. He crouches down towards you with his hands out in front of them. He has a small syringe in one containing what looks like sedative from the hospital.

“You’ll be in my room when you wake up,” he tells you. “I won’t let them take you anywhere. Do you understand?”

You give him a slight nod before you close your eyes, allowing him to sedate you and carry you off.

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When You Fall (VIII)

A/N: i got the sweetest message from someone(idk if they’d want me to call them out) and somehow it made me want to start on this chapter so I guess it literally just takes someone being nice for me to actually do something lmao. Also happy new year!! Also also whenever I’m writing one of these chapters and the tumblr notif shows up it jumpscares me. Like how do y’all know?

Tw: depression, reader decides to force themself to be happy, cursing. The usual

Wc:3.0k

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Sweat dripped from your forehead as you attempted to clear some of the farm from debris. It was taking long to clear everything, and though you knew that most of the land would be unused until you actually got enough money to plant more things and get a coop or barn.

Shadow ran around wildly, barking happily as she snapped her teeth at the air. It’s funny, watching her as she runs. Getting pets didn’t make being in a depressive pit completely go away, but they did make that pit less dark, less daunting and lonely. Mango lazed around on the porch, his tail slowly waving side to side as he watched you.

Sticking your rake into the ground and wiping the sweat again, you grin at your animals, letting out a labored breath. “Okay, so, I love you both very very much. And I’m sorry that I can’t take you but they’re hosting an Egg Festival in the town and I’m going.”

You move to sit on the porch, Shadow dashing to crash onto your lap. You open your arms and let her move her big body onto you with a roll. “And I swear I’m not going to enjoy being away from you both, but I have to go as part of my healing. I’ll be back soon.” Neither one of them did anything other than stare at you and then go about their own business as you get up and head inside to shower. Shadow trails behind you after a moment, her tail wagging so hard her butt wiggles along with it. You take one last glance at her as you finally get in the shower, hoping the day goes by quickly.

Walking into the town’s square, it’s like a decorating bomb went off. There are banners and decorative flags and other things littered around in a way that made you think whoever decorated spent way too long out here only for them to be messed up by the wind. There’s so many layers of tape that you feel irritated for whoever had to fix it.

“Farmer!” Pierre calls out from behind his booth. You want to ignore him, not really ready for social interaction but go over to him anyways. Forcing a smile onto your lips you lean on the booth counter, looking at the things he has stocked.

Some strawberry seeds, lawn flamingos, plants, a painting, a bright pink banner, a plush bunny, and a….decorative pitchfork? What kind of stock is this? What does this have to do with the egg festival? You blink a couple times and attempt to control the look on your face, maybe you could buy a couple of strawberry seeds. Even if you don’t plant them this season you can always wait. “Hey Pierre! Selling some good stuff?”

He smiles and moves his hand around, gesturing to his stock. “Yeah, looking to buy anything?”

“Sure…a couple strawberry seed packets…and that plush bunny.”

“It’s pretty cute huh? Okay that’ll be 2,500g.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. 2,500g? The man has to be insane! What the fuck costed so much that you were being charged this much? “Yeah, prices are a little steep. But I have to make a living somehow,” he chuckles when he sees your expression. You try hard to keep your face in check, not wanting to snap on the man in front of everyone. You were here to make progress, not to make enemies.

After giving him the money you take your new things and stuff them into your backpack. The letter said the festival ended at two, and looking at your watch it was only 9:30. That meant 4 and a half more hours of agony trying to force yourself out of a depressive pit that you aren’t really all too sure you’re ready to leave just yet for the sake of getting better.

Well, at least there’s food…

Hurrying along, the sight of the buffet table makes your mouth water. Not eating breakfast and working all morning in a large field without totally knowing what to do is a bad idea, but now that you’re looking at all the different types of food you can’t help but praise yourself for how lucky starving yourself got you. Now you can eat, then when you get home you can pass out and sleep until tomorrow. Like another rest day that feels like a reward after running around in the dirt.

As you fill your plate with food, you can see Gus and what’s his name…’Clive?’ You think to yourself, nose scrunching in confusion, ‘No, that's a stupid name. Carl? It has to be Carl…what other C names are there?’ In your thoughts you almost drop your plate and gain the attention of the two men, Gus smiles brightly and waves you over while the other man averts his eyes. Weird…

“Hey Gus!” You smile warmly at the older man. There was a twinge of stress in his eye, but it seemed rude to point that out to him. His eyes moved over the rows and rows of food and it occurs to you that he must have cooked almost everything himself being the Towns Saloon owner and all.

“Hey farmer! I was just telling Clint here…you’ve met Clint right?”

You shake your head at his question. You had only seen him around maybe once and heard his name in passing from the blue haired girl who was talking to him when you passed by and from Maru when you were in the clinic. Thank Yoba Gus said his name or you would’ve been stood awkwardly just like you are but more so because you wouldn’t have known his name. “Oh well, he’s the towns blacksmith…anyways I was just telling him how I hope everyone’s enjoying the food. I’ve been cooking for days to get the food ready.”

“Days? Wow thats a lot of work…”

“Yeah I made fried eggs, boiled eggs, poached eggs, deviled eggs, scrambled eggs, chocolate eggs, you name it!”

“I mean it is the Egg Festival…”

“Yeah, not to mention the other foods. I’d be upset if it turned out horribly.”

You take a bite of whatever was on your plate in front of him, trying to make a show of how good it is, but not really needing to act because WOW can this man cook. How’d he even make this? His eyes light up at your expressions and mannerisms, his shoulders relaxing at the sight of you enjoying the food. “No Gus, I swear this is amazing! You don’t need to worry about anyone not enjoying the food at all!”

“Thank you for the kind words, Farmer, it means a lot to me.”

You nod vigorously, not wanting to ignore him but now overcome with the urge to stuff down as much of the food as you can. What the fuck was in this? Drugs? You can’t even remember the last time you were this hungry.

With your plate you walk around, smiling at anyone who talks to you, and try to carry on conversations that you didn’t really care much about. It had been weeks since you moved here, and you were just now meeting everyone personally. There were so many people living here in Pelican Town that you wonder how you had managed to avoid 60 percent of them whenever you ventured out.

As you make your rounds to the buffet table for the second time, the sight of a bright red cape catches your eye and the man with the eyepatch flashes in your mind. You hadn’t seen him since that day, but you had to find out what those stupid jelly things are.

“Marlon!” You call out, rushing to the man in the corner. He looked surprised that you were speaking to him, but made no moves to walk away or ignore you. Instead he looked slightly pleased. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

His eyebrows quirk up in amusement, “I could say the same about you, don’t hear anything about you going around.”

You shrug and realize that just as much as you stick to your farm, he must stick to the caves and mountains. Neither bad, but awfully lonely when you think about it. You wonder if there’s anyone he lives with up there. “I just thought that you would prefer to be adventuring or something…like in the caves?”

“Yeah, but even with my bad leg I never miss a festival.”

“Oh…say you know down in the caves how there are…things right?”

“Yeah the monsters?”

“Yeah um, have you ever seen the little Jello creatures? They’re really tiny and all but are like really strong for some reason, and jump at you like they’re legless spiders?”

“The slimes? Yeah you have to be careful with them. They might be easy to defeat but can quickly overwhelm you if you’re not careful.”

He frowns at you and you swallow. That’s exactly what had happened. The stupid things were just too much the more you ventured down. But you’d be ready for them next time, and whatever else is down there. “Yeah, they kinda kicked my ass last time I went into the caves.”

He nods solemnly, as if he could relate. Maybe he could relate, having a bad leg and an injured eye and living up there. There had probably been times that he’s gotten overwhelmed and hurt. The thought sends a shiver down your spine. If he could get hurt down there, and you have already been hurt, who’s to say that you won’t just die the next time you go down? It’s weird to think just how lucky you truly were when you were saved.

Thinking of being saved…your eyes flit around quickly trying to spot the man that had saved your life. Maru and Sam had said that Sebastian had gone down into the caves himself to save you, and even though you hadn’t seen him personally since meeting in the Saloon, the need to thank him was always in the back of your mind. And now you have the chance, Yoba you wished you were home.

You bid goodbye to Marlon and shuffled your way to the trio standing off at the bottom of the town’s square. Rehearsing what you’re going to say in your head, you hope that it would be a quick conversation, that you wouldn’t stutter over your words and that you wouldn’t act so awkward that they think you’re weirder than you are. But as you clear your throat as you walk up to them, regret settles in your belly at the looks on their faces. It was like being in school all over again and the kids that you thought were cool were too tight knit as a group and hated outsiders.

Before you could say anything Abigail speaks first, staring straight at you. “Do you think I’m too old to do the Egg Hunt?”

You frown at her in confusion before shaking your head. “No?”

She punches Sebastian’s arm as soon as the word leaves your mouth. “Ha! I told you I wasn’t too old. It’s like, why stop if I’m having fun?”

“How are you having fun searching for eggs with actual children?”

“Hey! Searching for eggs is like going on a treasure hunt! Besides, your sister does it too!”

Sebastian rolls his eyes at her, looking towards the river without saying anything more, choosing to sip on the punch in his cup. Sam looks like he’s suffering and you tilt your head, silently questioning him. “Ugh…it’s my doze…allergies.” His nose is so stuffed up that his words seem heavy. You wince at him and nod in understanding, Springtime wasn’t the best for people with allergies.

Sebastian clears his throat after a minute. “You know what I miss? The rotten egg toss.”

Both Sam and Abigail agree quickly, words coming out both of their mouths too quickly for you to really understand anything they’re saying. They’re very enthusiastic about it, recounting things that happened in previous years. In your confusion you look over at Sebastian, and he swallows his drink quickly. “We used to do a rotten egg toss, a couple years ago. It was only for like two years, Mayor Lewis put an end to it pretty quickly.”

“Yeah, too many people complained that it stunk.” Abigail laughed. It sounded pretty fun, tossing rotten eggs at a target or something, but the smell…ugh.

Before you could say anything else, Sam says he’s going to get more food before the egg hunt starts and they put everything away. Abigail looks between you and Sebastian and smiles. “I’ll go with him, either of you want anything?”

You shake your head, plate still full from the second round. “Maybe some punch? If it’s not too much trouble?” She shrugs and looks at Sebastian who just hands her his cup. She leaves without another word and without turning back. Ha…now it’s awkward…

“I didn’t think you were one for socializing.”

You’re surprised at his words, but think that in a small town there are rarely secrets. Everyone must know that you’re suffering. “Yeah um, just had a bad couple of weeks. I’m better now, though, ready to mingle and become part of the town…being alone is no good.”

He snorts, glancing at you and your heart stutters in your chest. Did he think you were joking? Were you that obvious in your dislike of talking to others? “Yeah sure…been there once.”

You don’t ask him what he means, understanding that he’s seeing right through your fake chipper exterior. For a minute the silence stretches on, but it’s not as tense and awkward as it was before. Maybe it was a good thing he could tell you were faking, there was no need now that it was only you two. “Y’know I’ve been meaning to thank you.”

“For?” He sounds disinterested, but when you look at his face he seems more…uncomfortable.

“You saving me? Your friends told me you went down into the caves to get me.”

“Fucking…yeah. It was no problem. You should be more careful, though, I was only able to help because I noticed that you didn’t come up.”

“Yeah…I really should…anyways. Thanks for saving me, hopefully you won’t have to do it again.”

He shrugs and says nothing.

“I owe you one.”

“Sure.”

The mayor claps his hands loudly, speaking into a megaphone that he’s holding. “If anyone is participating in the egg hunt, gather round. It’s almost time to begin!”

“You participating?” He asks, and for a second you almost say no before remembering that the whole point of coming was to become part of the community and bettering yourself.

“Yeah…you?”

“Nah…”

You nod and cough into your fist, unsure of how to separate yourself from him. “Well, I guess I’ll see you…later?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m either at home, or at Sam’s or the Saloon during the weekends…”

“Okay, cool.”

You walk away quickly, confused as to how you had somewhat made a friend of him? There was that saying that misery loves company…maybe he was the perfect person to be miserable with. He seemed like he had problems himself. Mayor Lewis claps a hand onto your shoulder a little harder than necessary, causing you to wince. “Enjoying yourself, Farmer?”

“Yeah…”

“That’s good! It’s about time you introduced yourself to the townspeople. Everyone was so excited to meet the new farmer in town and you just…disappeared. They thought you were a recluse or something!” He lets out a laugh that makes you frown. You had forgotten how much this guy could talk.

“Yeah well, family deaths will do that to you.” You keep your face straight as you stare at him. He coughs and sputters out some words before the conversation is effectively ended.

After another minute and a half the egg hunt begins and your heart starts thumping in your chest. The kids are already running off, and Abigail is darting around so quickly that you think that she’s going to knock one of them over. Looking at the other participants, the urge to beat them overcomes you. Winning at this means that you’re officially part of the community right? You’re putting yourself out there?

Your feet move without another thought from you and soon enough your basket is full with eggs. Looking at the others it seems theirs are too. You can hear Lewis counting down from ten and your heart races even more. How were you supposed to win this? You run across the square, hoping to get one last egg.

Five…

Where are the rest of the eggs? What the fuck is there no more?

Four…

In the corner of your eye something yellow gleams under the sun. An egg! Near the river!

Three…

You dash towards the egg, hand stretched out towards it.

Two…

A couple more steps to go, you’re unsure if you’ll get there in time.

One…

Your hand closes around the egg and into your basket it goes. Your heart thumps and your breaths come out uneven. But you made it! The last egg.

Lewis calls everyone back towards the center of town, eyes gleaming as he looks at everyone’s baskets. He seems happy to see more people participating in a dying tradition. There were only two kids in town so an egg hunt is bound to get boring as everyone gets older.

It takes five whole minutes for Lewis to count everyone’s eggs, yours being the last basketbhe gets his hands on. “Nine…ten…” Abigail groans in annoyance next to you. “Eleven! The winner is the Farmer! Come up and get your prize!”

Prize? If you knew there was going to be a prize you wouldn’t have tried so hard. Now someone was going to be mad at you for winning instead of them. You walk slowly to Lewis confused as to what he could be offering.

“Enjoy!”

He hands you a straw hat…well at least it’s helpful?

[jimmy-johns-was-taken]

A Shadow? (Pt. 1??)

BEN VS Dark link for the reader

Plus platonic Nina and Brian

A.N: I don’t really ever see much CP Dark Link, so here he is. Right now this is just part 1? Hell, dark isn’t even in this, but if y’all want more I wanna write more. And I think BEN VS Dark is pretty funny

T.W: none that I can think of??

Summary: Moving into a mansion in the middle of no where is difficult. Making friends proves to be an even harder task. And, what the hell is the shadow?

Thank you for reading :)

“So, breakfast starts about 5:00 AM? There’s no real time, but I recommend being down there before 9:30,” the man stated, walking down a long hallway. He had introduced himself as Brian and had been tasked with showing you to your room.

“Gotcha, gotcha,” you followed after him, taking in the hallway. A long corridor, dark wood floors with a stained red carpet and dark wood walls. A few tables here and there, as well as a few paintings. Most were of the Slenderman, but many included other beings. They looked similar to Slender, but had differences.

The hallway had been lined with doors, each adorned with a name plate. You didn’t pay much attention to the names, loosely looking at some. Brian, Tim, Toby, Cody, and Kate were at the beginning of the hall, but you stopped paying attention after them. More invested in what Brian was telling you, rough schedules and duties.

“Dinner and lunch aren’t really a thing, unless there’s an event. Oh! And a rule, don’t touch anyone’s food. If it’s not yours, don’t touch it,” Brian glanced back at you and you nodded in response.

“Is there rules on keeping food in the rooms?”

“Nah, boss don’t care much ‘bout that. Really, just as long as you clean up after yourself and shit, your fine,” Brian explained, arriving at a dark wood door with no name plate. “And here we are! Home sweet home,” he grabbed a key and unlocked the door, walking in.

“This is nice, bigger than I thought it would be,” you looked around. The same dark floors were present, however the walls were painted a dark gray. A bed was in the back corner, a nightstand next to it. A dresser sat across the room and a wardrobe by a door. You peered inside the additional room, a small bathroom with no decorations.

“Yeah, but it’s plain. If you feel like decorating, go for it. Most people have their rooms designed to their liking,” Brian had began walking out of the room, “I’ll leave ya’ be. Let you get settled. To your right is Silver, he’s quiet and won’t bother ya’. But, he’s also like, a glitch like you, so y’all might get along? Nina is to your right, good luck with that,” he gave you a small smile.

“Good luck?” You cocked your head sideways.

“She’s sweet, really, but she can be a lot. A little loud, yapping, stuff like that. But she’s sweet, won’t really give ya’ any trouble or nothin’,” he explained, turning on his heel and walking out, shutting the door behind him. You glanced around the room again, trying to come up with design ideas.

After a few hours, you had put up some decorations and filled the wardrobe and drawers. Being a glitch made things easy, just reaching into the screen and grabbing as you pleased. Brian mentioned someone named Silver and how he was like you? Your mind wondered, curious if there were any others here like you. There had to be, with all the rooms and such.

You stared at one of the posters, your favorite band peering into your soul. Smiling, you turned on your heel and walked into the bathroom, now starting on organizing that. A few minutes passed, you had just barely gotten started, when a loud knock rang out.

“One sec!” You yelled, scrambling off the bathroom floor and toward the door. Unlocking it, you just barely opened it. A girl stood there, just a little taller than you. You opened the door all the way, trying to get a good look at her. Black hair with two sections of bright colors and tiger stripes. Pale white skin, a large, thin smile cut into her face. She wore almost a scene-emo get up, studded belts and knee high converse.

“Hi! I’m Nina!” She threw her hand out for you to shake.

“(Y/N),” you responded, grabbing her hand. She shook it violently and somehow her painted smile grew wider.

“You’re the new girl right?! Aren’t you like, a glitch gamer pasta???” She questioned, looking behind you to see your room.

“Oh, uhhh, yeah,” you stood there, a little intimidated by her.

“Cool cool! There are a few of y’all here, but we’ve never had a girl gaming pasta!! Do you haunt a game? Or like, what? Also, I love that band!” She motioned to the poster behind you, smiling brightly. You now knew what Brian meant by “good luck.” Well intentioned, just a lot.

“Uhh yeah, they’re cool. I’ve got some CDs from them, if you wanna’ look,” you stepped aside, granting her entry. She pushed her way into the room and began to look around, taking in every detail.

“I know these bands! They’re cool. And I love the colors you have here, and the way you’ve done everything. Most people don’t really style their room, but I LOVE yours!” She continued to talk, going over everything from the posters to your large CD collection.

“Yeah, it’s nice. And to answer your question, yeah, I haunt a game. Final Fantasy, seven to be more specific,” you watched as she poked around your room.

“Ohhhh, blonde sword guy right? Big spiky hair?”

“Cloud.”

“Yeah! That’s him! BEN will like you, he haunts some Zelda game? I think it’s Majors Mask, but what do I know?” She turned toward you, then spun around and dramatically flopped onto your bed.

“Whose BEN?” you tilted your head, sitting down next to Nina.

“He’s another glitch, Zelda. But don’t call him that, he hates being called Zelda,” she told you a few more things about this “BEN.” He was like you, around your death age too.

“Oh! We can walk down to get dinner soon! I’ll text BEN to meet us, you can meet him” she pulled out her phone and rapidly texted as you watched in awe. How the hell could someone text so fast? And with that many abbreviations?

“Uhhhh, sure I guess?”

“Did Brian go over rules and stuff?” She looked back to you, sending off the message.

“Some? Stuff like not taking anyone’s food,” you snickered, it was a simple rule, common sense more like.

“Yeahhhhh, I wouldn’t. We got cannibals here soooooo,” she glanced toward your desk, looking at the PC.

“Oh shit, yeah I don’t want none of that” you looked toward the PC as well, noticing an odd shadow on the wall. But, as soon as it was there, it was gone again. Like seeing something out of the corner of your eye, yet when you look, there is nothing.

“Don’t go into anyways rooms without permission, try not to touch anything that doesn’t belong to you, don’t wake anyone up,” Nina listed a few more rules before her phone dinged again. A message from BEN, telling her to come downstairs. Another message followed, however you didn’t get a chance to snoop.

She grabbed your hand, leading you toward the door. You shut it and locked it behind you, then Nina practically took off running. She dragged you down the hall and down a large flight of stairs. You hadn’t seen this area before, a large chandelier and a few large doorways leading to various rooms. It was plain however, no paintings or tables.

Nina pointed out the doorways, explaining where they went. The largest one, located on your right, was to the main common room. Past it was a living room, complete with a large TV, gaming systems, a pool table, and more.

To your back left was a cellar door, which led to the basement, wine cellar, deep freeze, and additional storage. Another door to the back right was a long hallway, leading to the library, main laundry and cleaning closet, and a few quiet office rooms. Right in front of you stood a large door, leading to the outside world.

To the left must have been the dining room and kitchen. That’s where you and Nina were headed. Opening the doors, there were only three people present. You recognized one of them as Brian, to which he smiled and waved at you. The other two looked at you, confused.

“Yo, what’s up? This is Tim,” Brian motioned to his left, “and that’s Toby,” he pointed to the right. Tim nodded, pulling the red flannel closer to him. He was a bigger dude, not someone you would want to fist fight. Toby was different, orange goggles resting on their head. They looked kind of weak, but something told you that they could probably kill you. You waved slightly at the two, but a shadow caught your attention. But just as before, it was gone as soon as it got there. The others noticed and looked between one another, a silent understanding. We’re you missing something?

“Come on, come on, come on! BEN is in the kitchen I think?” Nina grabbed your hand once more.

“BEN is in the kitchen???” Tim spoke.

“Yeah?”

“We’re all gonna’ die, I swear,” he focused again on his food while the other two laughed. Nina rolled her eyes and you snickered a little. So, another detail about this BEN, he probably couldn’t cook for shit. Dragging you into the kitchen, your eyes widened.

“Holy shit dude,” the kitchen was massive. Stoves, pots and pans, at least 5 microwaves. It was like something out of a movie, all finished with fancy marble countertops. The Slenderman must be loaded.

“Yea, it’s big,” Nina looked to you, giggling.

“Yo!!! Nina,” a small, elf-ish looking boy walked over, grinning. He looked at you, red eyes examining you. This had to be BEN, he was dressed like a high schooler, sweats and a hoodie, hair messy and huge bags under his eyes. His eyes did catch your attention, bright ruby gems swimming in a sea of darkness.

“BEN, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is BEN” Nina introduced the two of you, motioning for you two to chat.

“Hi,” you plainly said.

“What’s good?” He sounded like a middle schooler. Nina, really the only person you actually knew, walked off, joining someone else in the kitchen. Damn you Nina, leaving me alone with strangers.

“So uhh, your BEN?” You didn’t know what else to say.

He chuckled, “yup, the one and only,” the proud grin that made its way to his face make you giggle. What an ego.

“You’re the new girl right? Glitch?” BEN asked.

“Yup, final fantasy.”

“Oh that’s cool, which one?”

“Seven.”

BEN’s eyes widened a little, “oh, so a blonde swordsman huh?”

You giggled, sensing slight jealousy, “yeah, cloud. Pretty cool huh?” You smirked.

“Link is way cooler,” he matched your smile, almost challenging you. You rolled your eyes in response. You two chatted a bit more, learning little about each other. Nothing too fancy, but someone else here so you weren’t alone. 20 minutes passed before Nina came back over, bacon and biscuits with her. She set the plates down, and the three of you began eating. You didn’t pin Nina for a good cook, but life was always full of surprises.

“Oh, guys?” You said, grabbing the others attention, “what’s with the weird shadow dude?”

“What?” BEN spoke first, looking around the room quickly. He seemed alarmed, worried almost.

“I mean the shadow dude lurking around? I’ve seen him a little, but he kinda’ hides,” you explained. Nina and BEN both shared worried looks, slightly talking between each other.

“Listen,” BEN started, “we can’t really talk about it. But listen, if you see him again, tell us. Like, right away.” BEN sounded serious, alarmingly so. Just who was this shadow man? You had seen him twice now, once in your room and the other in the dining room.

“Oh well, he was in my room…” you trailed off, looking over to Nina, “and he was in the dinning room.”

“Well shit,” BEN murmured, thinking.

“Uh, care to fill me in?” You asked, now slightly concerned for your safety. You were strong, sure, but you had no idea what this thing was.

“You’re a glitch yeah?” BEN asked.

“Yes, she is BEN,” Nina commented, rolling her eyes.

���Ok ok ok,” BEN looked to you, “have you ever heard of Dark Link?”

“I’ve heard of him, but I don’t really know much?” You had heard of Dark, he had been around for a while now. Not only that, but he was a more powerful entity, not someone you wanted to fight.

“I don’t even know why he’s hanging around here,” BEN sighed, “listen, you see him again, tell someone yeah? Don’t mess around with that guy.”

“Ok?” You had a questioning tone, yet no one answered. What was so bad about Dark Link, and what did he want from you?

[little-tyrant-gortash]

Oathbreaker

Pairing: fem!Tav x Enver Gortash, fem!Tav/Astarion

Tags: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Manipulative Relationship, Paladin Tav (Baldur's Gate), Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Drunk Sex, Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Scars, Blood and Injury, Injury, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Torture, Psychological Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture

Word count: 2,087

Ao3 here.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10.

Chapter 11.

Chapter 12.

Chapter 13.

Chapter 14.

Chapter 15.

Chapter 16.

Chapter 17. ⬇

Chapter 18.

Notes: I may have rushed to write this chapter - I wanted to play Baldur's Gate 3 tonight -, but I was SO! WAITING! FOR THIS MOMENT AAAAAAAAA IT'S FINALLY HERE-

I've had the last few paragraphs locked away in the depths of my brain for an entire month!!

That one scene in my mind was the reason I've started writing this fanfic. 😂

The plot thickens. It'll be very intense. I'll love it! 😈

Hopefully you will like it, too. Or not. Either way, I love to read your thoughts! 😁🖤

Chapter 18: The Vampire Ascendant

She should've expected that Gortash had plans for that day.

A tailor came over that morning to fit her for a dress that she was pretty sure she never would've put on otherwise. It was a black evening dress, with a way too low cut down her back which was covered with thin lace, and the entire dress was decorated with golden thread embroidery, depicting dragons – very similar to the ones that Gortash had on the collar of his leather coat.

"I'm not putting this on", she protested when the tailor finished and left them alone in one of the audience chambers.

"First of all, I've put hours into the design", Gortash started, and she stared up at him in disbelief.

"You designed it?"

"-secondly, I've paid a lot for it to be made."

"I hate it when you're spending money on me", she motioned towards him, then at the dress. "Can't I just settle for something I can get for myself?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Just accept it. It's a gift."

"Why are you doing this to me?!" Tav whined, running a hand in her hair.

Five minutes of arguing later, though, she begrudgingly let Gortash chase her into yet another thing she wouldn't've done otherwise. It really was a beautiful dress, she loved it the moment she saw it – she just didn't like that he spent so much on her.

The guest list was unknown to her, but she had to go with him after lunch to check the hall where the ball would be held. The servants were busy preparing everything to be perfect; of course, the main colours were black and gold again, full with – yet unlit – black candles and a way too big space in the middle, with tables near the doors to the balcony. The tables already had some of the drinks on them. Gortash was busy talking to some of those who were responsible for the event itself, and Tav glanced up at the ceiling which was, in fact, beautifully done in colourful glass.

When she stopped in the middle of the room and looked around, seeing that the place would be able to hold a lot of people, noticing the prepared musical instruments in one of the corners, it just occurred to her that there was yet another task Gortash would demand from her that day.

Dance.

Tav paled.

The last time she danced with Wyll came in her mind. She was beyond hopeless, even if she just followed Wyll. Given her past and her training as a Paladin, she had little to no time for such fine arts. Frankly, she didn't even care about it.

That was something Gortash knew by heart by now. He'd spent enough time around nobles and must've attended their stupid parties to know how to move amoung them. But her? She'd be the world's most disappointing dance partner he ever had.

The panic rapidly built in her lower abdomen until she started to feel positively nauseaous. That was when Gortash stopped beside her and glanced up at the glass ceiling, too.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked her quietly. "You should see it during a full moon. The colours are so different then."

Tav's throat went dry. She glanced at him, but he was still enjoying the view, and she just realised that he looked about ten years younger. Observing his face, she noticed just now that her mere presence smoothed out his usual frown.

She cleared her throat and looked back up at the ceiling.

"I'm not dancing."

Her words had a remarkable effect on him. He laughed.

"No?"

"No."

"Well, that's too bad. I'm hosting this event, which means I'll have to do the opening dance."

"I'm afraid you'll have to do it alone", Tav tutted, half turning away.

Gortash grabbed her right hand and pulled her back to himself.

"No", she whispered, "not in front of… everyone…"

"Baldur's Gate's finest men and women will see you with me tonight, anyway."

Shit. Of course, he was right. Tav wanted to run away, but Gortash led her movements as he wished, making her realise that following him wasn't that hard.

As it wasn't hard to follow him in every other thing he did, too.

"See? It's not that hard. You're doing it well", he smiled at her gently, making her heart flutter. "Just follow my lead."

Just follow his lead.

Hours later, on the way to the hall, she kept telling that to herself. Her hand rested on his lower left arm; the gold that covered his arms felt cold to her touch. As grounding as that felt, she'd never been more nervous.

"How are you feeling?" He asked her as they stopped in front of the door.

"I think I'm going to throw up", she admitted.

"You'll have to get used to this", Gortash moved his clawed right hand up to her face. She allowed servants to apply some makeup on her face, as well as tend to her hair, styling it into a decorative bun with several braids at the back of her head, so the back of her dress could be seen. Compared to Gortash's high collar at the back of his head, she looked more approachable, less dominant and less intimidating. Which was probably the whole idea. Gortash hooked his index finger under her chin and brought her closer to himself. "You need to see your subjects."

"I don't like to think of people that way", she murmured.

"That's what they will be. Our obedient puppets." As his clawed thumb ghosted over her lower lip, she faintly remembered that there was someone else who said those words, but his touches were distracting her mind. "Every time I look at you, I can't believe how lucky I am."

That finally made Tav smile.

"You flatter me, Your Grace."

"And you honour me, my dear." He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and she felt like she'd melt at it. "Come. If you don't want to mingle on your own, just keep smiling and follow me. I'll introduce you to everyone important."

"Just one thing", she murmured before she reached up to his shirt. He frowned slightly when he felt her using the rope to pull it properly closed. "There."

"Was this absolutely necessary?" He raised a brow. "I liked it that way."

"At least have it like this now. We're seeing important people, after all."

"I've had it like that when I became the Archduke."

Tav tilted her head cheekily.

"You looked delicious like that, but I'm afraid if a lot of people are checking you out at that area tonight, I might become a vicious murderer."

"Oh?" He chuckled, moving his left arm around her waist to pull her in close. "I'll have to see that one day."

"Trust me, you don't want to", she warned him quietly, trying to ignore how the air between them changed yet again, positively snizzling with passion they both had to hold back.

"You'll have a long, long night tonight", he warned her, making her sigh.

"…is that the hilt of your dagger or are you just happy to see me?"

"You really need to ask?"

"Enver! Do we need to fetch a glass of cold water for you?"

They kissed, and they laughed in that kiss, feeling light and careless.

Perhaps it was too good to be true.

"Shall we get to it, then?" Tav murmured when they finally could break away from each other. "The sooner the guests leave, the better for both of us." She paused before she giggled again. "And your pants."

"My pants survived a lot more than this."

"Please, Your Grace. Let's go. I want that dance to be over, and it hasn't even started yet."

"Hmmm", Gortash hummed against her lips. "Say that little word again."

"Please, Enver~", she purred as seductively as possible, making him shiver.

"I never get tired of hearing that."

She repositioned herself on his left side, and they finally entered the room. The way every head turned to look at them made her feel like her legs were made of liquid. She'd never, ever do this again. She wouldn't allow him.

She hadn't done anything in particular as Gortash addressed the nobles, just stood tall and as confident as she was able to. She couldn't help the feeling in the pit of her gut that something wasn't right. The men and women around them drank every word of Gortash; they visibly liked him, so there was no problems whatsoever.

Then came the music and the thrice cursed dance.

She struggled through every second of it, even if she was trying her hardest to focus on him and no one else.

"You're doing well", he whispered to her, making her smile as he led her through it.

The tadpole in her skull squirmed anxiously.

This hadn't happened in hours, not since she'd left camp last night. The smile vanished from her face, and her eyes wandered around in the room as Gortash was spinning her once. The faces were blurry as her vision darkened at the pain as the tadpole squirmed even more, causing her a headache – someone was trying to get into her mind.

Close your mind, the Emperor warned her, you are in danger.

The panic was imminent. The Emperor had kept her safe ever since she fell from the Nautiloid, she had no reason not to believe him when he warned her. She felt it anyway; her tadpole wouldn't stir otherwise. She hadn't had her weapons with her, she felt as vulnerable as a newborn, especially in this dress, during a dance. The smile froze on her face as she paled, focusing to shut herself down from the intruder that poked around at the edges of her mind. She was trying to pay more attention to Gortash again, letting him pull her in close as they walked in a half circle, her hands between them, fingers entwined. Her expression made him furrow his brows slightly; he instantly knew something was wrong.

As soon as the dance was over and another song started which most of the guests started to dance to, he led her to one of the tables to get her something to drink. He couldn't outright ask what just happened; not yet, as the night was still young. He couldn't just disappear as they've just arrived. There were customs to follow.

Which led to an agonizing two hours of him introducing her to the good people of Baldur's Gate, during which her tadpole squirmed at the constant attacks against her mind. Someone really wanted to get in and look around in her brain.

Who is it? She asked the Emperor.

If I told you, you would scream.

Well. Good news was that there were several Steel Watchers around the room, and she was hanging from the city's most powerful man's arm. Surely nobody would try anything with the odds heavily in Gortash's favour, right? She was safe as long as she remained on his side and didn't lose him in the crowd.

And seeing her tight lipped, nervous smile and the sheer panic in her eyes, he would've been mad to let her get lost. He didn't only have her right hand hooked around his left arm, he even had his clawed right hand over hers as he spoke to others. To let her know that he really was there for her. To let everyone else know that she belonged to him and if anyone threatened her in any way, he'd destroy them without hesitation.

When it seemed they've met everyone, they glanced at each other. His questioning dark eyes met her slowly calming ones, and he was just about to ask a question when a silky voice spoke from behind them.

A silky voice that made her heart and breath stop.

"Archduke Enver Gortash? We haven't had a chance to speak, yet. I'd like to thank you for inviting me."

Tav nearly fainted. The edges of her vision blurred as she half turned to look at the man who addressed Gortash, dressed in the finest attire she'd ever seen on him; imposing, threatening, scheming in his entire being. Astarion was just as beautiful as he was on the day when he left her; her pale elf with his strong, piercing, crimson eyes and dangerous, sharp smile.

Hello, my sweet. He told her through their psychic connection as he locked eyes with her. Long time no see.

[yourimagines]

Your life on camera p.9

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers; 18+, very detailed smut , swearing and fluff

Little bit of French because they speak French in Monaco

Nate POV

I was travelling to Monaco, visiting y/n for the first time after we met up in December. The plane landed and y/n was waiting for me at the airport. When I saw her, waiting for me. That’s when I knew I was really lucky. She looked beautiful like always. “Hi!” She wrapped her arms around my neck and I held her tightly by her waist. “Hey mamas.” I said softly against her head. “I missed you.” She pulls back and smiles at me. “I miss you too.” She pecks my lips and grabs my hand. “Come, let me show you Monaco.”

We arrived at her apartment, it was beautifully and luxuriously decorated. “Welcome in my apartment.” I placed my bags in a corner and looked around. “Beautiful place.” “I know but you haven’t seen the best.” She walks over to her balcony and opens the sliding glass door. “Come.” I walked over to her and stept outside. She was right, it was a beautiful view of the city. “Beautiful isn’t it?” I nod and looked at her. “It is, very beautiful.” She wraps her arms around my waist and lay her head on my chest. “I’m happy that you’re here.” I wrapped one arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “Me too baby.”

She gave me a small house tour and asked me if I wanted to eat in or out, I chose for eating out. “I got us a reservation at my favourite restaurant, you going to love it as well.” She placed her phone down and smiled at me. “I trust you.” She giggles and walks away. “I’m going to get myself ready, we have a hour.” “Alright.” I grabbed my phone and texted Nick that everything is going okay and that we are going out for dinner.

Y/n POV

I was wearing a beautiful dress and Nate was wearing a black shirt with some nice dark jeans. “Did I tell you that you look beautiful today.” We both walked hand in hand into the restaurant. “Yes you did.” He smiles and shyly smiled back. “Bonsoir.” I greeted the young gentleman behind the desk. “Bonsoir, puis-je avoir votre réservation, s'il vous plaît.” “La réserve porte sur le nom Diaz.” I saw Nate looking at me as I was speaking in my very basic French. “Une table pour deux ?” “Oui.” He smiles and nods at us. “Suivez-moi s'il vous plaît.” I nodded and grabbed Nate’s hand. We both followed the man to our table. “Menu en français ou en anglais.” “Anglais s’il vous plaît.” He nods and gave us the menu in English. “Merci.” He bows friendly to us. “Bonne soirée.” And with that he leaves us. Nate looked impressed. “Since when do you speak French.” “Since I live here but this is not top tier French, I still make mistakes everyday.” “It’s still impressive.” “Well thank you.”

The whole evening went by fast and before we knew it we were back home in my apartment. “You want some wine?” I asks as I grabbed two wine glasses. “Sure.” “I also have beer if you want.” He shook his head. “No wine is good.” I filled two glasses and joined him on my balcony. “Here.” I gave him the other one. “Thanks.” We both sat down on the small lounge sofa and looked at the beautiful view. “Do you miss home sometimes?” He asks, I just took a small sip from my wine and nodded. “Yes I do but I this is not bad.” He smiles and places his glass on the small glass table in front of us. “Would you ever consider to move back?” My heart started to race as he turned his body to me, looking with those beautiful eyes at me. “I would for the right person.” He moves closer and he placed his hand carefully on my knee. “For me perhaps?” His face was super closer and I felt his warmth radiating off his body. “Always.” I whispered and he softly kissed my lips, his hands moving around my hips and pulling me closer, onto his lap. My hands went to his neck and I deepened our kiss.

His hands gently squeezed my hips and I felt getting wetter and wetter down there “Nate.” I said between our kiss. “Yes baby?” “Let’s go inside.” He nods and picks me up, carrying me back inside, while he walks us to my bed room, I started to kiss his neck. He softly moans and lays me down on my bed. I throw some decorative pillows on the ground and move backwards in bed, he smiles and crawls on top of me. “Aren’t they expensive?” He says with a smile on his face. “No…I got them from a cheap store in France.” He laughs and starts to kiss my neck while he moves his knee between my leg. I started to peel his shirt off and he helped me with it. He tossed his shirt to the side and smoothly lifts my back up to zip down my dress. I wigged a bit to help him to get it off. “Don’t ruin the dress, it’s expensive.” He carefully slides it off my skin and carefully lays it down on the ground. “You’re so beautiful.”

His fingers softly touched my skin, tracing my neck down to my breast. I was wearing a cute white bra with matching panties. “I’m such an idiot for not doing this way much earlier.” He leans back forward and starts to kiss his way down to the top of my breast. “Yes you are an idiot Nate.” My hands went over his shoulders to his back, softly scraping his skin. “Fuck…” he softly mumbles against my skin and unhooks my bra. He carefully tossed them on the ground and smiles at me. “You’re perfect.” His large, beaten up, rough hands massaged my breasts, gently rubbing my nipples. I bite down on my lip and hold a moan back. “No, let me hear you mamas.” He slightly pinched my nipples and a very small soft moan escaped. “That’s it baby, let me hear you.” I felt getting impatient and moved my hands back to his chest, sliding it down to his belt. “You want me to take these off.” “Yes.” He unbuckles his belt and kicked his jeans off, leaving him in his shorts.

My hand went down over his bulge and he moved his hips a bit into my hand. “Fuck..” I looked up at him and his eyes were a bit darker. As I was stroking over his shorts went his hand down to my wet panties, his fingers slowly slipped under and touched my wet folds, sliding slowly up and down. I pushed my hips forward against his hand. “Nate…” I breathe out. His index finger slowly entered me and I widened my legs a bit for him. “You like this baby?” I nodded and he enters his second finger and moves them slowly. I let out a little moan and moved my hips against his hand. “You want more baby.” I nodded again and he rubbed his small circles on my clit with his thumb. “Nate..” I moaned, I grabbed his arm and felt getting closer to my high. “Please don’t stop.” The knot in my stomach was getting tighter and I threw my head back and came on his fingers. “That’s it baby.”

Nate POV

She looked absolutely beautiful when she came on my hand but she wasn’t done yet. Her hands moved down again to my fully hard dick. “Nate….I-I want you.” She says flustered, her finger hooked on my shorts and carefully pulled them down. My hard dick jumped out, she licks her lips and looks up at me. “Fuck baby..” I groaned and peeled her panties off, seeing her wet puffy folds. She bits down on her lip and smiles. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” She giggles and strokes softly me. I moved closer and kicked my shorts out and grabbed with my left hand her hip, I grabbed with my other hand my twitching dick and teasingly pressed it against her entrance, slowly pushing the tip in. “Fuck…you’re so hot like this baby.”

I pushed myself inside of her and started to move, her hands went to my chest and I grabbed both of her hips, slowly fucking her. “You’re beautiful.” Her tits were slowly jiggling. “Nate, you’re so fine.” Her hands went over my chest and stomach, slightly scraping my skin. “You like what you see?” She nods. “Yes, very much.” Her small moans and whimpers filled the room as I sped up my speed, building that tension between us. “Fuck you’re tight.” I moved her left leg a bit higher and leaned a bit more towards her, hitting her g spot. She moans my name a few times and I started to grunt softly. Her hands moved to my back and she buckled her hips up. “You like this baby.” She nods and moans beautifully.

I gently pushed down on her stomach and felt my dick moving inside of her, she throws her head back and I felt her pussy getting tighter. “ let it go for me baby.” She moans and scratches my back as she came, her pussy squeezing around me, I moved closer and hide my face in her neck as I felt I was hitting my high too. “Baby….oh fuck.” I moaned against her skin and felt my dick leaking my sperm inside of her. I immediately kissed her shoulder and looked up, she was smiling at me. “You okay?” “Yes, are you.” Her fingers softly touched my face. “I’m more than okay. I fucking love you.” She immediately kisses me and I wrapped my arms around her body, pulling her close as I rolled us over. “I love you too.” She says with a big smile on her face. “Good, otherwise this would be very awkward.” She laughs and kisses me again.

Y/n POV

I woke up the next morning in Nate’s arms, both still naked as we fell asleep while cuddling each other. I looked at his face, seeing his scars and moles. “Like what you see mama’s.” His morning voice was deep and raspy. I hide my face back into his chest and he starts to laugh. “Are you shy now?” I hummed and he rubs my back. “Don’t be shy, I already seen everything.” I started to blush even more and softly whined. His other hand moved to my face, carefully pushing it upwards to meet his gaze. “My beautiful girl.” He caresses my cheek and smiles lovingly at me. “I love you.” He whispers. “I love you.” I whispered back. He gently pulls me closer and kissed me gently. “I love you so much baby, I’m never letting you go again.”

[edenjohansson]

Epilogue

fifty shades of red

Epilogue :

10 years later.

Natasha's pov :

It was almost 8p.m and the party was supposed to begin in 1 hour but I was still away from my house. I was walking into the forest when my 4 years old daughter jumped on me.

"Got you mama!" She said, laughing.

"Well done Ingrid. Now we are going home because mom is waiting for us" I said, walking again.

I looked at my daughter who was walking next to me, she stopped to grab a flower from the ground. She was still in her red dress and her red hair was free on her back. Her grey eyes widened as she admired every little animal or bugs in the forest. She was unique and incredible. My angel.

"Mama?" Ingrid asked me suddenly.

"Yes angel?"

"Does aunt Mary and aunt Lena be there today?"

"Yes of course they'll be there angel" I answered as we reached the end of the forest.

I already heard from back there that a lot of people had arrived. I saw Yelena who was talking with Lyra. They were really close. Not in a romantical way but they were training a lot together for 3 years now. I looked at my daughter and leaned to take her in my arms. We crossed the huge garden which was already decorated. I greeted some guests and walked inside my house.

Donna and I moved out 10 years ago to move in a huge house near New york. We were in the middle of nowhere but closer to my friends and closer to Donna's castle. After everything that happened we wanted to get a new start. Donna got closer to the coast and I got closer to the Avengers campus so I could still work. Almost 1 year later, I was crowned Queen next to Donna and right after we started to work together.

After 3 years, Bucky decided to become a vampire too and got married to Mary. They were now parents of a 6 years old son named Oslo. He was just like Bucky with black hair and blue eyes like Mary and got powers. He has the capacity to teleport himself wherever he wants to.

After 6 years, Donna found out she was pregnant again. She was so excited to have a new kid to let Juniper be proud of her. We decided to named her Ingrid and when she borned with red hair and grey eyes we knew she would be like us. Ingrid was a little vampire and thereby was impulsive and strong but she was also so kind and empathic. She didn't show any kind of powers for now but Donna said that usually they showed up around 5 or 6 years old.

After 7 years, on our daughter's birthday, Donna asked me to become her wife and I agreed. We married during fall time of the same year and I was now the happiest woman in the world and we were celebrating our wedding at the exact same time as the arrival of our precious girl.

After 9 years and after a year of discussion, the Avengers were, for most of them, ready to become like us. I couldn't think about losing them. They were my family and I wanted to live 100 lives with them all around the world and the Universe.

Today we were celebrating a special day.

"You have twigs in your hair darling" Donna whispered.

I turned to face my wife and smiled. I walked towards her with Ingrid still in my arms and stopped in front of her. She was dressed in a red suit who looked so good on her. Her white hair was braided simply and she was wearing red lipstick.

"Mom! I want to see Oslo!" Ingrid said, interrupting our moment.

Donna looked at our daughter with a warm smile. She was the best mother in the world. She was patient and took her time to learn everything to Ingrid. She was firm when she had too but always listened to our girl's feelings.

"Oh you want to see him but not me?" She said, ready to tickle Indrid.

Ingrid directly laughed and squirmed in my arms. It was a tickle attack as we loved to call it. Our daughter tried to escape but she was trapped in my arms. I was laughing, seeing Donna and Ingrid like that. That was my favorite kind of moment.

I finally let Ingrid down and she directly ran out. I heard her find Yelena and ask her about Oslo. I was still focused on my daughter's voice when I felt Donna's hand on my cheeks. I smiled at her and leaned to kiss her. Our lips collided and moved together. I wrapped my arms around Donna's waist and she did the same around my neck. I was in heaven.

"You should shower and get dressed, darling" My wife said.

"I prefer to stay naked" I whispered back.

"Oh you do? That's not going to be possible"

"Why's that?" I asked with a smirk.

"Because all of these people will see you naked and I'm the only one who has the privilege to see your naked perfect body" Donna whispered, grabbing my neck in her hand.

I gasped but I love it. I love when Donna's become rough with me. I grabbed her waist with my hands, digging my nails in her white skin. I opened my mouth ready to talk back but Donna kissed me again more roughly. Her tongue entered my mouth and her hand grabbed my neck harder. I moaned in her mouth and felt myself getting wet. We kissed without stopping as we didn't need to breathe.

**Fuck me already. Be rough with me**

I said to her in her head. I quickly felt her hands moving behind my thigh to lift me up. We separated our kiss and Donna started to kiss my jaw line and my neck. She started to sucked my pulse when she laid me down on our bed. I let a loud moan escape my mouth.

"No sound darling. There are a lot of vampires in the house" Donna said to me.

Even if our room was on the last floor of the house, every vampire could hear us from far away but I didn't care. I wanted Donna. Just her. Just my wife.

"I don't care. Fuck me" I answered, moaning again "Tell Mary to get the kids out"

I felt Donna nodding in my neck still kissing me. Her hands reached the bottom of my dress as she lifted it up, letting me with just my panties already ruined. I started to unbutton her suit but Donna quickly took it off. She was really fast. We were now almost naked.

My wife grabbed my neck again and kissed me. I felt her knee pressing against my dripping core and moaned again. I started to grind against her to find some frictions but I felt a pressure on my neck telling me to stop. Donna took my wrists in her hands and found a red rope to attach them to the headboard. I moaned, feeling myself getting more and more aroused. Donna started to kiss my collarbones and reached my breast, she started biting and sucking my nipples as one of her hands slowly caressed my inner thigh and touched my core. I let out a moan as her fingers started to draw circles on my clit with my panties still on.

She finally started kissing my inner thigh as she opened my legs to kiss my clit over my panties. I arched my back, feeling her hot breath on my core. I whined, wanting and needing more.

"Be patient darling"

I whined again and moved my hips to ask Donna to get off my panties. She slid her fingers under my thong and pushed it down. Quickly she was back with her tongue directly on my clit. I let a dry moan left my throat as I felt her licking the entire length of my wet pussy. She started sucking my clit and let my hands cupped my breast to pinched my nipples. I felt my orgasm building inside me. My stomach tightened and my back was arching more.

"Please... I'm... I'm coming... More... Faster" I tried to say between moans.

**More? Faster?**

I nodded, hearing Donna's voice in my head. She moved her tongue to my entrance and started to push her tongue inside, hitting my g-spot. I closed my eyes as I felt my orgasm build inside me even more. I cried out when I felt Donna rubbing my clit with her thumb.

"Fuck... I'm- I'm gonna cum"

"Cum darling. Make a mess on my mouth"

It was all I needed to cum hard on Donna's tongue. She continued to licked me during my high. My brain was so dizzy that I didn't feel Donna kissing me. I opened my eyes to meet the dark red eyes of my wife.

"You made me hungry Natasha"

I smiled and moved my head so she could have access to my neck. I saw her shake her head, I furrowed my eyebrow and looked back at her. I have to admit I was hungry too.

"I want to eat you when you are going to cum on my cock darling" She said.

I gasped and nodded. She stood up and walked to find our favourite strap and clip it to her hips. She walked to me again and grabbed my waist but without warning she turned me so I laid on my stomach now. I moaned again and felt a slap on my ass. I buried my head into the pillows so no one heard me. I felt another and another slap as tears of pleasure started to roll on my cheeks. I was so aroused that I was dripping on the sheets. Donna grabbed my ass and lifted it up. I felt my liquid from my previous orgasm rolling on my thigh but I didn't care.

I wanted Donna so bad and without warning I felt the whole length of the strap inside me. I cried out of pleasure into the pillows and started moaning again as Donna started to thrust inside me fast and hard. I already couldn't take it anymore, I was feeling so full and aroused that my orgasm was almost hitting me again.

"You are not allowed to cum until I say so" Donna said, thrusting more and more.

I felt my walls clenched around her strap but tried to hold myself to not disobey her. I was biting my own arms to focus on something else than the pleasure of my lower stomach. Donna's hands reached my neck again to make me arched more. She kissed me again on the shoulder and fastened her movement.

"Ple-please..." I started, stopping by my own words.

"You can't even talk properly. I will maybe leave you without cuming"

"N-No.. pl-please"

The pleasure was too much for me. I couldn't talk, couldn't think. I wanted to cum so bad. Tears were rolling on my cheeks and chin but Donna didn't stop. Our bodies were fit together and every thrusts of Donna were pushing me on the bed. I was about to pass out when I felt Donna's teeth on my neck. That was the signal for me to cum. As I felt my walls clenched hard and my orgasm hit me Donna bit me on the neck and started to drink my blood.

I moaned so loudly that I was sure everyone heard me but I didn't care. Donna was still pounding inside me but she stopped drinking and slowed her movement to finally stop completely. I was drained but I felt so good. Donna was still behind me and her head was still on my shoulder. I couldn't move. She finally stood up again, I gasped feeling the strap leaving me, I suddenly felt so empty.

Donna leaned and placed her arms under my legs and under my back to lift me up. Even if I was a vampire I had to admit that Donna was really good at draining me. We showered together and got dressed again.

**

"Finally! We heard you from across the garden" Mary said as Donna and I were coming down in the living room.

"Oh shut up. Last time I heard you scream from across the forest!" Donna argued back, laughing.

Donna smiled and hugged Mary. They were really happy to see each other again as always. I smiled and saw Yelena playing with Ingrid and Oslo. I walked towards them, leaving Donna with Mary. Oslo saw me first and ran towards me.

"Auntie Nat! I missed you!" He said, hugging me.

"Me too Oslo!"

The last time we saw him, Mary and Bucky was 6 months ago. They decided to take some vacations together and went to Europe to discover new landscapes. They were back from their trips 1 week ago but we didn't have the time to greet them or just see them one instant.

I saw Bucky too, talking with Steve and Clint. I could hear their conversation from here but decided to still go see them. It's Steve who saw me first and stopped talking. When Bucky and Clint saw me too they tried to get away.

"Stay here. I heard you. It's too late" I said, grabbing Clint's arm.

Bucky rolled his eyes but smiled.

"Don't say anything or I'm going to say something on your moans" He directly said.

I opened my mouth ready to talk back but Donna called us inside. I looked at Bucky and shook my head. They were going to be the death of me. Without bad jokes of course. We were all in the living room. Ingrid was in Donna's arms almost falling asleep after having fun with Oslo.

"So" Donna started "The big news".

"Are you pregnant again?" Mary asked suddenly.

"No. One little me is enough for now" Donna laughed "I'm retiring. Definitely"

I already knew that she was gonna say that because we discussed it together. We decided that with Ingrid we couldn't work as much as before and we wanted to spend most of our time with her. So Donna chose to give up her crown and to work but only from home and with less responsibilities. Lyra was supposed to become the new Queen.

I let Donna explain all the alterations and placed my hand on her back. I kissed my daughter's forehead and rested my head along Donna's shoulder. I was truly happy.

It was my life.

My family.

[star1117-archives]

s, j, c for sannie 😔✊🏾

TW: Heavy abuse mentions + murder. DNI if uncomfortable, read with caution.

Warning: I do not condone nor promote any behaviours detailed in this work of fiction. It is purely that; fiction.

C - Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

San was a caring and loving boyfriend but now? You were like a piece of shit he just stepped in. He hated hearing your continuous screams for help, not able to understand why you’d even want to leave him. He gave you everything, every single part of his heart and you broke it into pieces. What was wrong with him? Why did you want to leave him for that other guy?! These thoughts tortured him so much he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat. And so, he takes out his frustration on you. But the funniest fact was it was all in his head. There was no other guy.

He finally smiles when he hears the crack of your ribs breaking, your wheezing breaths as you tried to take in as little air as possible like music to his ears. Since both of you were medical students, you both knew any wrong moves and your fractured rib would puncture your lung. He drops the metal bar that he struck you with to the side, pressing his foot onto your chest with an evil grin, watching intently as you tried to bury your screams deep within you. All he could think of was how beautiful you looked, whether it was covered in his love bites or decorated with his hate-filled scars.

J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

As your boyfriend, San was constantly jealous. You tried to write it off as overprotectiveness but after him flipping out at you for coming home ten minutes later than you said you would, you could no longer delude yourself. No matter what you said or did, San didn’t trust you with a single human being. Your friends always looked at you weird when you brought San along, he had a clear hatred towards them and wouldn’t let go of your hand. Constantly glaring and letting out snide remarks whenever he saw them, your friends got tired of his shit. They made you choose, him or them. But there was no choice, there never was a choice. He’d never let you go.

So you lost your friends, started missing classes, and eventually dropped out. You spent all your time in San’s apartment, your own sold off a long time ago. While he went to classes you stayed in your shared bedroom, staring at the locked door emotionlessly. Your phone time was one hour a day, supervised. It felt like you were being held captive in your own home. It took a while for you to realise that was what actually had happened to you. You were no less than a caged animal like in the zoos you loved to visit.

S - Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

San never experienced love before you. His father was an alcoholic and was prone to hitting his mother. He’d beat her senseless as San cried in his room, flinching everytime he heard the crack of a belt. Whenever San’s father finally collapsed into his bed, San would come out of his room, shakily cleaning his mother and doing what he could to help her. San’s father didn’t care that no one could look after San if his mother was hurt, so almost once a month San wouldn’t go to school for a week. One night after school, 9 year old San witnessed his mother get her revenge. He watched his mother kill his father.

They had been arguing, shoving each other as they screamed in one another’s faces. San just sat in the corner of the room, crying endlessly while rocking back and forth, begging them to stop. He saw his father bring his hand up and jumped to his feet, running between the two. He fell the floor with a bleeding mouth, the punch meant for his mother hitting him square in the face.

His father stood stunned for a second, trying to process what happened while his mother became enraged. She picked up a lamp and hit him across the head with it. When he fell to the floor she got on top of him, slamming the lamp again and again into his face. San’s small hands gripped her wrists, vainly trying to pull her off his father. It was far too late yet she still shrugged her child off, continuing to crush her husband’s skull.

San now laid on the floor again, this time the carpet soaked with his father’s blood instead of droplets of his own. He just laid there, screaming and crying until his eyes were sore and his throat was hoarse. Finally satisfied that his father was dead, San’s mother calmly stood up, throwing the lamp to the side and crunching over fragments of skull to pick San up. He was a little tall for his age, but she still struggled with him in her arms to the bathroom. Her hands were still stained with blood as she wiped his tears, softly hushing him.

“It’s okay love, Mommy will always keep you safe. Always.”

He was never the same since.

Soon after his mother was sentenced to life and San was thrown into the foster system. He tried to forget what happened, keep it in a little box in his head. But you were the key, your love, affection, adoration broke down the final defences his mind tried to build. It was you who released the monster in San’s brain.

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[the-amalgam-house]

Fuck the fucking thoughts! The last memories I have of my dad pre-addiction pre-anger explosions were literally worn I was SIX years old... he became a cop with I was 8, I have no idea where 7 went, and he started drinking and being incredibly angry and just.

He'd been that way ever since. I know it's PTSD. It manifests in anger and alcoholism. Even now he has so much trouble keeping away, even if overall he's softened on the after part.

My brother never really got to see him without the drink and without the anger. His whole entire self aware life had just been that version of Papi. He never got to see the man I knew. There's still a good bit of that man in there and you can see it in his tender/sober/stable moments. He loves children and he's always had this sense of pride and being self sufficient. But my siblings never really got to see the non angry man that was our dad. I was old enough to remember.

The drinking poisoned him...or, well, the police force maybe did it first. Idk. He hurt us so much, and honestly I can only be but so mad at him now, knowing that he himself was hurting. Hurt people hurt people after all. And you can never again be a previous version of yourself, so there's no real use in wishing there was. It's just grief that keeps coming back, over and over again.

I can remember him setting up a little treasure nap game in the back yard. Michael was in a carrier and Nina and I were given a hand drawn map to figure out where the hidden items were. I remember Papi going outside in the cold when I couldn't just to build a snowman while I watched in the window. He'd throw snowballs at that window to make me laugh. I remember when he helped me to not be afraid of the sharks in the aquarium by carrying me and holding close while we got closer, and realized the glass was keeping us safe. That Papi would keep me safe from the sharks. He did the same with me for thunder storms, tho I was too young to remember that one.

I remember how utterly severely upset I was when he had to go back to NY for 2 weeks after we moved to VA. I felt like I would never see him again. Probably the second most traumatic thing I'd faced in my life up to that point, the first being invasive and painful allergy testing when I was...idk, like 5. I remember him when he was initially softened by having kids. That was probably roughly the last time I remember all of us being as close to completely happy as I was able to comprehend.

I remember the time he and Mami got into one of their many screaming matches. Mami was made to walk outside, Papi locked the door. Mami banged on the door for what seemed like forever, and I went out of my room to try to help. But Papi was still awake, and threatened to hit me off I didn't go back to bed. I froze in fear, until he gave in and told me to open the front door. Mami had to hide her anger and sadness when it was me who opened the door and not him.

I remember calling for his help when Mikey was hitting me. I was crying already and Papi was the only adult in the house, but he was sleeping. 12 and 14 hour shifts as an officer, and the rule was not to wake him up. But who else could I have cried to for help? So he woke up, hit me with a belt for waking him up, then hit my brother 5 or 6 times for hitting me. Mikey doesn't remember it, but for me it's clear as day.

I remember Papi completely trashing our room (Nina and I shared a room our whole life then), just because we didn't clean it like ye wanted. My cute hand made candles had been crushed under the bookshelf they had been decorating just outside the bedroom, now sitting in a heap in the middle of the floor. Michael said it happened twice, but I only remember once.

I remember the times he would punch walks, Break Michael's door, throw and break glass. Blood everywhere. From age 9 to 22. Flying into a rage at the drop of a hat, everyone being so afraid of him even if he didn't physically hurt us (not after age 10). When she was at her lowest, Mami did the same to him. It didn't help, but she reached her limit. I remember her worry when I punched and broke my flimsy tin closet door. She was going to chase him, but the sound scared her and she came to me instead.

I remember, only after being reminded by my brother, when they were both out drinking and promised to be back to make dinner and couldn't come back, so I had to come up with dinner instead. I had to be maybe 11 or 12. I still don't actually fully remember it, because it wasn't me, but it's a vague feeling in my mind now.

I remember feeling so worthless and hopeless that I couldn't get to my baby brother, having to be alone in his own room, while Nina and I had each other to cry with. I remember two years after he left the force, and the same year he almost died, was the first time I truly wanted to kill myself. I'd always thought about running away before, but couldn't leave my mom and siblings behind. I'd thought about telling my dad I hated him, but it wasn't true and I was afraid anyway. I thought the only solution would be if I just stopped existing cause I couldn't take it anymore. How sad is that? A freshman in high school wanting to die cause the drunk father they once looked up to became unbearably abusive.

He wouldn't call it abuse though. He had it much worse, as he would often bring up. He was abused, but wouldn't call it abuse either, at least not what his mom did. She used to be a really rough woman, tho I've only known her to be soft and sweet in my lifetime.

I remember when I found out what really happened to my dog, my best friend, Tymber. How Papi was so angry after a long shift that he threw my dog against a wall and broke his leg. That I never got to see my only friend again cause the vet didn't want to send him back to an abusive home. That happened just before I turned 12, and I didn't learn the truth until about 19-ish. Do you know how devastated I was? I still have a picture of him somewhere, my little puppy, barely a year old and terrified of my dad, just like the rest of us.

I do remember some good times too. He tried to make up for all the work time with high quality time together. We watched DBZ every week. He took us on father-kid trips both in a group and individually. He liked taking us to amusement parks and carnivals when he could. He danced with me at my sweet 16, and took me to walk around downtown after. We did have some good times, and I love him.

I just hate everything he did to us. I hate that he can't even remember it. I hate that alcohol has eaten away at his mind for over 20 years and you can see how it's poisoned him. I hate what his family did to him.

[sabineelectricheart]

A Lovecraft Breakfast in Bed

Summary: Lynette decides to cook breakfast in bed for her husband, just because.

Rating: K+ - Suitable for more mature childen, 9 years and older, with minor action violence without serious injury. May contain mild coarse language. Should not contain any adult themes.

Words: 1000

Notes: Another breakfast fluff! I swear, I’m not a morning person.

It was early in the morning when Lynette is woken up by the rising sun shining through the buildings and their open window into her lidded eyes.

The sky still tinged pink with the slow and lazy crawling of dawn from the horizon, and it was still much too early for her to have to wake up. However, the young wife does not even get the chance to look at the clock for the hour before she realizes she desperately need to pee.

The Lovecrafts usually indulge in chamomile tea before bed, as it is great for digesting their rather heavy dinners and rest their stress-ridden minds every evening, leading to tranquil sleeping for seven and a half blissful hours. However, the flower was also a powerful diuretic, and would often have one or both of them waking up early for a short trip to the bathroom.

They both hated it, and yet both still drank the tea while finishing some conversation or another, carried over from dinner.

With a silent groan, Lynette stands from the bed, ignoring her creaking bones and hobbling to the bathroom connected to the room she shares with her husband of little over a year, Gill.

As soon as she sits on the toilet, the psychologist stares at the seahorse tiles that decorated the walls and loses herself in sleepy thoughts, almost taking a nap against the cool wall.

After he took over from his brother at the vice-presidency of LCI, the pink-haired woman half-expected them to have to move away to Boltimore, or at the very least to a larger apartment in some other, more prestigious, part of town, but he had refused with an easy-going smile. He said he would not like to leave the apartment where they spent so much time together, and he even bought it from their landlord to show how committed he was about staying put.

She was sure, however, that if she asked of him, Gill would find a penthouse overnight for them to move into, anywhere she could possibly want it, but she did not care either way. She liked their tiny corner, and her husband had a point about how many memories they shared over there. Besides, she knows that it will come a day where such tiny space would not do, as the purpose of marriage usually was to have children, and she does not want to rush things. Those, as well as their moving away, will come in due time.

After peeing, washing her hands and brushing her teeth, Lynette walks back into the bedroom feeling much more awake and knowing right then that she will not be able to fall back asleep, no matter how early in the morning it is.

Feeling disappointed for the loss of sleep, she walks straight out of the bedroom, silently creeping down to the kitchen so she can have a head start on preparing breakfast.

The woman cooks breakfast in lonely peace, which was a rarity for such an overbearing demeanour like her husband’s. There was not a peep to be heard from the bedroom the whole time, so she decides to plate the food and then bring Gill breakfast in bed.

When Lynette reaches the bedroom, she is taken by the desire of laughing from the scene before her. He is spread across the bed when she enters the room, arm reaching out to her side in search of a body that had not been there for a while now. He is still fast asleep and the thought of him looking for her even in his sleep makes her smile.

She sets the tray on their dresser, approaching the side of the bed slowly and quietly. She sits next to him, brushing his messy blond hair away from his face so she can kiss his cheek.

“Gill? Gill, darling, it’s time for you to get up.” She whispers, pressing another kiss to his jawline.

The man stirs, groaning lowly, and she can see his hand form a fist in their soft sheets. She kisses where his jawline and neck connect, then move to kiss just under his ear.

Gill lets out another groan, though this one sounds a lot happier than the last. He slowly rolls over so he can face her, peering into her face through drooping eyelids.

“Good morning.” Lynette murmurs, smiling down at him.

He licks his lips, squeezing his bloodshot eyes shut and bringing his hands up to rub at them.

“Morning.” He rasps, lifting his hips to shift his weight till he faces her. “What smells so good?”

His brow furrowed in sleepy confusion as he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her down and closer to him. She runs a hand through his hair again as it falls in front of his eyes, wanting to see his full, adorable, barely awake expression, while she steadies herself with the other against his straight shoulders.

“I made you breakfast in bed.” Lynette perks up, feeling self-satisfied with her surprise.

The blond man stares up at his wife, taking a moment to process the words coming out of her mouth. “You made me breakfast in bed?”

She happily nods in response, and moves to stand up and bring him the tray, only to be tugged back down.

Gill sits up, cupping her face in the hand not on her waist and kissing her full on the lips. There is no tongue, just the warm, smooth pressure of his lips against hers, as to avoid his terrible morning breath. After he is satisfied with it, he pulls back and kisses her sweetly on the forehead.

“I love you.” He declares, as if she has made him a great service in cooking scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and coffee.

“I love you too, Gill.” She responds, giggling. “Now, will you let me bring you the tray or will the food grow cold before we can eat it?”

The man smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, sure. Sorry for distracting you. Please, bring me the food.”

She smirked, pleased. “As you please.”

He finally lets his wife stand up and move a couple of steps away from their much-used marital bed. She quickly brings over the nicely-decorated tray, setting it evenly in his lap, and sits next to him with her back against the stuffed headboard, pecking at the meal.

Gill looks up from the meal, smirking sleepily. With his deep, gravelly morning voice and a mischievous wink, he says, “I guess I’ll just get off work early tonight. I must make it up to you at dinner.”

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Cupid Parasite Masterlist

[shiningnightstars]

5 and/or 9?

5. what made you start your blog?

me and mallow, my qpp, were actually making a hermicraft au, and i started my blog with hopes that we could start an ask blog for it! the plan was that i would make the pfp, and they would make the banner. hooooowever he uh. forgot to make the banner and eventually october came around, meaning time for hermittober, and i decided i wanted to join, so i quickly made a pfp and intro post and start posted, and the rest is history.

we still have yet to make the au, and at this point neither of us are hyperfixated on hermitcraft anymore, so..... rip au :[

9. tell a story about your childhood

ooh boy i have a good one. (its really long so ill put it under a cut.)

okay so setting the scene. me and a friend were having a 2 day sleepover during winter break. one day at her house, and one day at mine. it was the second say, so we were at my house. it was just after dinner, and i have a loft bed in my room so me, her, and my brother were all on top. my friend had brought some glow in the dark stars that we were gonna put on my ceiling, and we had them in a plastic bag. however, my brother decided to take the bag and spill all the stars on the ground. i got angry, and went to go down my ladder so i could retrieve the stars. however, my ladder wasnt in its usual spot, so i step down and there wasnt a ladder there, and i fell.

i remember falling, almost in slow motion i guess, and trying to grab something, anything, while my eyes were closed. and then i hit the ground with a thud. nothing happened immediately and i had time to think. i wasnt in pain, but my arm felt really weird and i thought it was broken, so the next thing i did was scream as loud as i could. not out of pain, but because i had a need to get help.

my parents, my brother, and my friend said that i screamed basically right after i fell. i remember having time to think things through. it was REALLY weird.

next thing i knew, my parents were standing in the doorway, and my mom says that dad had pulled me out from my ladder since my legs were tangled up in it. my mom asked if anything hurt, and i said no, but that my arm felt broken, and thats when she saw it.

it was gross, so for your sake i shall not describe it. thankfully, though, it was just the bones in my arm that broke, not my skin or flesh. so no blood spilt.

my mom immediaty told my dad to call 911, and im pretty sure both my sister and my sibling came upstairs, and i think my sibling said they walked in, saw my arm, and immediately turn back because they didnt feel like puking.

my mom helped up, and put some slippers on my feet and gave me a stuffed animal, and took me into the kitchen to get some ice on my arm. this was the first time i had actually looked at my arm. my sister was, at this moment, ushering my brother and my friend out of my room and into either her room or the living room. either way, she was getting them OUT of my room.

the paramedics came and got me in the ambulance and drove away. they put an iv in my right arm (the one that wasnt broken) for painkillers, and just tried to keep me calm. i had no chance to feel pain at all from a mixture of painkillers and adrenaline.

i got to the hospital, the doctors put me under anesthetics, and i was out. i still remember the dream i had, though. i was being rushed around the hospital in a hospital bed, except the hospital was void of any decoration or people, and i somehow knew that there was no one pushing me, and that i was just. moving. and then i woke up, arm in a split and a sling. in about an hour after i woke up, the doctors had me try walking around a bit, and then they put me in a wheelchair and pushed me to the front door, where my aunt was waiting for me. it was like, 1 or 2 am at this point.

me and mom (who came with me in the ambulance and watched the whole procedure with fixing my arm) got home and i went and sat on the couch and fell asleep. no way was i sleeping in my loft bed.

i woke up in the morning, and my friend was actually still there and, turns out she didnt want to leave and ended up spending the night in my sister's room instead. she was in a cat onesie and was really just vibing, and i was haply that she was still there even though i wasnt.

eventually i got a cast, and it was purple and the doctor let me cover in in gliter glue so it was nice and sparkly, and i loved letting people sign it. however, it was hard to wash my hair with the cast since we werent allowed to get the cast wet. SO i also got my first haircut. i was, what, 8 or 9 i think? yeah. first. technically second but i dont remember my first haircut so this was my first haircut to nobody but myself. so some good did come out of it!!!

anyways thank you for letting me ramble, i shall now turn off my phone because it is at 17% and i do not have a charger 👍

[makahimetenshi]

Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 6  -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

This one will be a long fic with a lot of chapters, I already write the concepts. Since I don’t play as Nora in Fallout 4 because Nate for me is the real protagonist the personalities and ideas are pretty fanbased from another fanfics I read

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

It was the first night Arthur really really sleep with her. The first night that after finishing they both sleep together in each other arms.

Of course, not much sleep, he came at 2am and both stayed almost until 4…the thought made the elder snork a bit, now it was 7am, most of the soldiers were starting their day, a lot of them were actually walking outside the sentinel quarters right now so it wasn’t a good idea to leave…or if he did leave he should do it exactly right now, barely dressing to not loose more time.

But then he look down, and see her sleeping in his arms, naked and beautifull.

They can stay together longer, he didn’t have anything important until 10...also she just came back from a long mission, she deserves the rest.

The thing is not only he was awake because this was the hour that all soldiers wake up but…he noticed something odd in the room…Danse old power armor helmet was in one of the shelves,  as a decorative item, he could recognize it anywhere.

Arthur slurped saliva.

Really the elephant in the room between both.

He looked down, annoyed, that subject really messed up his head, it places a dark energy around him he didn’t want.

She was there, with purple marks on her neck and breast and scratches all over her skin, damn he should be more delicate, but then he would remember that his back and arms also burn like hell, she said fuck me hard tonight and then both lost control like animals, Arthur wondered with a bit of worries if anyone heard something.

Probably yes.

He remember being harsh and brute with other sisters he invited to his bed…not so cooperative and mutual…it was more about her own realease and pleasure  before and now he would go out of his way to pleasure her, to eat every inch of her pussy until she begged for his cock when he denied it on purpose.

If he pushed too much she would grab the ropes and take what she wanted by force, which he loved, seeing such a wonderfull and strong woman on top apparently makes him so hard and lost, Arthur didn’t know that side of himself, he thought it was just he liked to being rided but no he wanted to be a slave completely devoted to suck tits and pussy, his cock only for teasing or to be used as a sex toy for his woman pleasure.

Damn thinking in those makes him hard again, and it was early in the morning.

-Can you be silent? –a whisper came from his chest surprising him.

-I thought you were sleeping –a couple of cold fingers tangled around his erection, making him shiver.

-I wake up at this hour…you cant go out right now so we better use the time inside…intelligently.

Confined in a room to fuck until time passes? Yes please…

His hands moved to her sides to pick her, Nora raised her legs to sit on his hips guiding herself with the hand on his cock

-Sorry about the morning breath –he said hypnotized by the view of her breast from bellow, sitting in a better position, resting his back on the backrest of the bed

-Lets continue until 9 so I can catch up some breakfast left okay? –he nooded and instinctively closed his eyes when she slowy slide down on his length.

Later, he would leave first and alone, like he never was there.

Lets speak on numbers…

She had been sentinel for almost year and half…they have know each other  for more than 3 years…they have a clear mutual attraction since almost 2 months…he doesn’t really have to hide and she neither for reputation, althought her achievements had been very visible to everyone.

If for any reason had to clarify their relationship everything was good…she didn’t climb up ranks in the brotherhood riding…althought he would like that very much.

His cheeks blushed at the thought, she cast an spell over him.

Can they be more open?

Maybe…It would be innapropiate from the elder to have such behaviors but…he was the elder…and the sentinel…they have the powers to do that…

At dinner time he crossed her in the hallways, she was carrying something that really blow his mind

-What the hell sentinel…? –he said turning around to see better, then she turned around too with a giggle.

She had a puppy on her hands.

-May I present you one of our newest initiates? –Maxson went closer to see the creature, a newborn puppy, really small, doing little squirm sounds

-Dogs must go to the special unit…

-I know I know…the rottweilerz I have a castle had a littler and this little one was rejected…If I didn’t take it the mother would eat him -Nora can never leave anyone behind doesn’t she? –I wonder if is a son of Dogmeat…

-We can spare him…

-Don’t –the way Nora menaced him with a gaze told him that something was very very wrong about doing anything with the dog- don’t fucking touch my dog

-Yes sentinel –he said summisive- wanna go for dinner? I was heading…

-Im actually taking the puppy to the unit, just came back from the castle I had something to talk with the Minutemen before, I don’t think Ill make it for dinner, want them to check on this little one before dropping him –of course she wouldn’t want to eat anything from the dinning room either, being a picky eater in the wasterlands must be hard.

-The soldiers told me theres a little reunion at 11pm since its Friday…wanna join? Tonight I will play a round or two of blackjack…

-That’s not fair, you are the elder, you will always win…-she said scratching the little puppys head, melting a bit Maxson heart

-That happened before I started to gambling prizes that people would actually try to win, if I put a new brand of cigarettes over the table someone is going to put on his pants to win it despite if im the elder or not

-Too bad I only know to play strip poker –she said to make the elder blush, and he did, they were in public! Not in the room!- alright! I see  you there

She turned back with the little creature on her arms and Arthur moved his hand to his hair, chest burning in expectation.

He will see her today again, twice in a day, how lucky.

The time of the party came, Arthur was on his element playing with another soldiers until he see walking around a woman with red lipstick.

Alright that’s his call.

Now that she was around, he felt better, more confident, less anxious, he wanted Nora around him.

She was just there, around talking with another ladies, sometimes Arthur wondered what they were chatting, what a ladies teaparty must be like, would they chat about…their lovers? Would she told anyone about him?

Not a chance, she woudnt do that to destroy his thrust.

Nora was observing the blackjack game from far and to her surprise Arthur didn’t win, not that she expected that they would let him win after putting in the table a new set of blades for razors at the gambling but if he played she expected a bit more of skill from him.

He couldn’t just do that for soldiers to have fun and access to some products doesn’t him?

Both crossed looks, Arthur pointed at a dark corner and she nooded not without grabbing a bottle of nuka-cola from one of the tables. Once they both were standing in the corner, chatting Nora gave the bottle to him and unwrapped her hair, letting it down, starting to braid it.

-Why? –he asked confused.

-I don’t want people to figure out you are talking to me

-Is actually not that big of a problem…

-Be careful or ill take it seriously

-The lipstick does make you stand, that can I say

-You say well blend just right with the amount of couples that are making out in public tonight? –both laughted, and then looked serious to each other…

No, they will stand out.

Arthur picked up her hand from behind and sqeezed it, Nora looked at one of the couples and swallowed saliva, then, nooding at him and letting the elder make the way wherever he wanted to take her.

This feeled almost criminal.

She laughted a bit and the giggle went contagious to him, they both walked silent and avoiding people until they made to the frontdeck, their spot.

Months passed since the first times they meet here, autumn was now approaching and it was getting cold outside, cold winds were replacing the old calm weather in the frontdeck but that wasn’t enough to stop them, the door wasn’t fully closed when she jumped to his lips with a big smile, he picked her up with an arm under her ass and the other pressing her back, trying to lift her.

Both laughted at how uncomfortable it was but tried to adjust, they were happy together.

Nora flipped them, Arthur facing the door this time. Her hands grabbed him by the jaw and secured the kiss, both hummed in the insides, the elder specially because Nora was caressing his beard and oh boy he loved that, the man secured her  by the sides of the hips, getting his now cold hands inside the sentinel shirt making the woman gasp and now he take the chance to take over the kiss with his tongue taking complet control over her who shivers in pleasure and cold.

Noras hands went down from his checks to the neck slowly, then placing them in his chest as she separated to take the chance to stand on tiptoe and start kissing his face, all of it, the man take the moment to relax and inhalate some air as he enjoyed the attention. She was so sweet. The hands that were on her skin turned warmer enough to go brave and squeeze gently one of her boobs, she gasped again and this time she went to eat Arthur mouth who corresponded accordly, using both hands to massage her breasts in the middle of the kiss, both went closer and deepened the kiss with their tongues as her hands went to unbelt his pants, surprising Arthur for a moment.

But he take composture again, and take her boobs off the bra inside the shirt, this time fingers playing with her nipples as she worked on open his pants…

But sluddenly the door of the frontdeck open, Nora tried to get off him but Arthur puushed her against his chest and cover her with this jacket, closing the fabric around her body

Two soldiers with bottles on their hands where looking an elder covering something something inside his jacked, very compromising position. Specially with the face full of red kiss marks

-Soldiers! These aren’t hours to do tours around the zeppelin!

-Sorry Elder Maxson! We are leaving –one of the soldiers raised a bottle laughting before closing the door with a loud crush.

Maxson let Nora go after a few seconds, she already fixed his pants and her bra while he was shit frozen of surprise, he was glad that she had his back.

-I don’t think they see you, acted fast

-Thanks –she sighted and went horrorized looking at his face –oh gosh…

-What? –he asked, looking down at himself to see what was wrong.

-Nothing…-she said raising her hands to clean his cheeks and nose, the man understanded and moved her hands away.

-Could be anyone

-But you always say that the lipstick make me stand out

-I don’t mind, lets get out of here

For a moment she panicked hard, for him mostly, but did as he said, take his hand and let him lead the way. When they were inside the Prydwen she was ashamed for what happened before and Arthur at noticing this went…silent…and cautious, being carefull to not being seen, avoiding people and running to hide in the dark spots when people approatched from the other side…she even crawled one time to avoid being seen next to him and…Arthur thought that was a bit extreme honestly, but at the same time was surprised for the quick speed of thought, alright.

Arthur wanted to leave her on her quarters at least but the way all up was so damn long and because of the reunion there was so much people walking around…in a moment they were trapped with people in the front and behind so  he had to pull her hand and kiss her against a wall, covering his face as he was holding her cheeks, the soldiers that were walking in the hallways just…kept walking, surely stranged by seeing the elder in that strange position with another soldier but okay…things happened and there was a reunion tonight so…

When there wasn’t steps nearby anymore the elder tried to separate but…Nora took him by the edges of the jacket and licked her lips before burring her tongue inside his mouth putting an arm around his back to not let him go, using the other to use the jacket as a handle.

Fuck it, if she wasn’t caring enough about something he cared too little he wasn’t going to be the responsible one, let them see, for all he knew it didn’t matter.

He pushed her again until her back meet the wall and went to kiss and suck her neck, using his arms to raise her and have a better access, desesperatly she crossed her legs around his waist making him groan loud and deep, Nora loved that and Arthur loved to feel desired, her legs situated her body better and worked along his arms to hold her hips, both were craving for the contact of their lower parts.

She was making it difficult for Maxson neither of them had a single drop of alcohol and still this behavior was beyond that, they desired  each other so much, he was magnetized to her…seeing her around and not having the chance to touch was torture.

Nora realized that they had to stop when she started to feel his hard buldge between her legs…how they weren’t still inside a room!? This was taking too much effort.

-Hey…-she called for him, pulling a bit from the back of the jacket, he wouldn’t listen, he was too busy marking her neck sucking hard and leaving it all hot and sticky–hey –she called again, avoiding to call him Arthur outside the room, less elder –hey! –this time her legs went down, and it was obvious that she wanted to stand up so the man let her go, surprised, a bit hurt, and incredibly turned on, he never felt a pain on his pants before-ill see you in my quarters in five-she said letting her braid down so that way the hair will cover the purple spots enough

Maxson picked up her arm and flip her to fall in his chest, althought this was all romantic and beautiful Nora didn’t feel like she should be there so exposed and at sight

-No need for that, I can take you just right here and now –the way he said it almost make Noras legs melt but nononono this was bad for him, she couldn’t let his penis think instead of his brain, she get up quickly and went away.

-Ill wait for you!

Arthur bited his lip, he meaned seriously, if in five minutes everybody is hearing her screams of pleasure he wouldn’t mind at all…

Five passed until he was hitting on the door like crazy, five minutes of torture.

-Who is it?

-Just open the door! –the room of the quarters just open, he see nobody inside but as soon he got in a pair of arms hug him from behind squeezing a size of chest he knewed too well.

The door closed behind, and he relaxed

-Elder i run away when you said you wanted to fuck me against the wall…I think I need a punishment for not following orders from my superior…-the way she said those words while biting his earlobe and moving her lovely hands down his chest to his stomach make him tremble and groan…

Gosh Nora loved to hear him.

So if she wanted to play like this…

-Indeed, insubordination often recibes penalizations -the man went a step forward to take off his jacket finally, as much he loved that piece of fabric he couldn’t deal anymore with the heat all over his body. It would make him mad in desesperation.

This time, her hands moved directly to work over his pants, Arthur licked his hips and look down, not looking at her yet…but he recognized her hands, the cuts and scars, the colours and shape…

-My…I hope it doesn’t leave a stain on my file…-oh they were talking like this now? He did his best to not laught but he was actually pretty turned on.

-Don’t worry, for you I can make some movements so it will go deep inside the file…-then his pants dropped and he hear a snork, she did laught –too much?

-Yes…-she appeared from behind, kissing his all red face full of lipstick, leaving a new mark- take off your shoes I want to ride you

She was already prepared, in that creamy-yellow lingerie she showed to him the other day and he said she would look beautifull. And she did, she does look beautifull tonight.

Even if that was an excelent plan…His hands went all brave to hold her asscheks and attract her close to him, she moaned with a naughty smile and her arms crossed around his neck, looking at his eyes.

-I said before that I wanted to fuck you against the wall and that’s what im doing, im being clear soldier?

-Yes elder

-To show you im serious…we are doing it against the door.

 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242575/6/Follow-me-inside-the-wastelands

[lifewithoutmeds]

June 18, 2022

Had been feeling pretty good, and somewhat improved for the week overall, but today feeling a bit down.

updates: rhiannon had to put her dog Leo down, and grace’s father in law is slowly going off life support and on more morphine, so he’s likely to pass in the next few days. my mom went to denver last week to see the eemos, but my one aunt that had surgery seems to be recovering somewhat, so there’s one tiny bit of improvement.

i was pretty good the last week about eating better, having oatmeal in the mornings, and making a very healthy cucumber salad that i had for dinner a few nights. but after rhiannon put leo down, she wanted to get ramen and beer, so i did, and though i didn’t need to and shouldn’t have, i ordered extra noodles per usual, and they weren’t even that good but i ate them all. 

wednesday and thursday were really hectic work days, but then on thursday afternoon grace and maddy came over to swim while i checked emails and tried to do online trainings. friday morning i got up shortly after 4:00 a.m. and went out to carpinteria where i had a nice day of fishing and caught about 9 perch and 1 yellow fin croaker. i also met a nice retired Burmese couple, and the husband fished while the wife either read or helped look for sandcrabs. maurice and i exchanged numbers by the end of our fishing session and said we’d keep in touch. then i went to johnny’s sport shop, dropped off some reels for servicing, and picked up some tackle, then met up with grace and steve at Damon’s for happy hour mai tais and chi chis.

overall it was a good week, and i’m glad it ended on a good note. there was also a bad part with jadai and missing her and crying and trying to move photos over from my camera and seeing pictures and videos of her that were upsetting, as well as an upsetting series of texts that made me stop work midday and just take out everything that belonged to her and stack it up in the living room.

but now, the sads are hitting again, and it probably isn’t so great that i ate a giant thing of jjampong for lunch and ordered extra noodles so i could have it again for dinner. and again tomorrow. ugh. but i guess if last week at this time i felt like a 3, my week overall was a 7, and i’m just feeling like a 3.5 right now, but overall it arched into the right direction.

i had a nightmare last night about jadai and her family. in the nightmare, she had several i guess nephews and nieces that she needed to take care of. one was like korean? and i had to speak korean to her via facetime but this confused everybody because .... she either was supposed to be american or ... there was some weird legal thing that we were realizing wasn’t kosher about the adoption. one child also seemed to be a sentient barbie-like doll. and there were just others and they all needed attention and it was very loud and chaotic. in another sequence, jadai and i were living with her brother in a big weirdly-decorated house that i didn’t like the layout of at all. somehow a fourth random lady wanted to/tried to become a housemate and suddenly i was like why am i in this situation? why can’t i be back in my nice glendale condo?

when i awoke, i was upset at jadai and relieved to be in a quiet place that was my own. and weirdly, it made me miss jadai less even though it was a dream and i was even kind of upset at her, which was helpful for my purposes.

tomorrow is sunday, father’s day, and as my father has elected not to have dinner with me if it doesn’t include my mother, i will be helping lana steam power wash her kitchen floor in the house she just bought and then facetiming with Ant in the afternoon. monday i plan to fish again and i’ve already started getting my tacklebag and such prepared.

i finished Atomic Habits the other day, and i’ll need to start a new book soon. i feel a weird kind of dissatisfaction and i can feel my face sort of twisting in constant annoyance, but i’m hoping it’s PMS, per my calendar.

[jackrrabbit]

Adversary /// Overhaul x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: You make a deal with the devil to save your life, but it turns out Overhaul’s not interested in your soul.

A/N: Remember when I said I was going to do a fantasy collab and then dipped for like 9 months? Hahaha…anyway…

@pleasantanathema @ present-mel @shadowworks—if it’s not too late, here’s my part for the Pleasant & Strider Fantasy AU Writing Collab from a million years ago. Go check out the masterlist and gorge yourself on these amazing pieces!!

Tags/Warnings: dubcon, demon fuckery & occult things, big heresy/sacrilege/perversion of religion, sex in a church ft. Catholic sex guilt, other than that it’s not that bad lol, inexperienced reader, mild degradation, shameless camp and demon-fucking clichés, Overhaul calls you “little girl” 👉👈

He doesn’t look like a demon.

Not that you really know what demons are supposed to look like. But…red skin, right? Fangs and claws and swirling masses of bad energy. Maybe cloven hooves for feet. Yes, that’s the Disney version—but even if you didn’t expect a cartoon personification of evil, you didn’t expect this.

He looks like a doctor, you think. Lab coat hanging open, surgery mask pushed down under his jaw, stethoscope draped over his shoulders. No, he’s a little young to really look like a doctor…an intern, you amend, shifting back in your hospital bed. He looks like he fits right in here, not a hair out of place. Except for, you know, the polished black horns curling out of the sides of his skull.

Overhaul. It was written in the book. That’s the only thing you have to call him in your head.

He’s standing in the center of the sigil you drew at the foot of your bed before midnight, surveying the room critically without meeting your gaze. He looks annoyed—that’s not a good sign, is it?—but then again, of course he’s annoyed. You’d be annoyed too if you got summoned out of your cozy hell dimension in the middle of the night. According to the book, you’re lucky he even showed up…although ‘lucky’ isn’t really how you’d describe yourself most days.

“So,” Overhaul says after a long moment of silence in which you question every choice you’ve made in your relatively short life. “You’re dying.”

You nod.

“And you don’t want to be.”

You nod again, wondering if you’re supposed to be contributing more to this conversation. It’s a bit difficult when your mouth is so dry it feels like you’ve been eating dirt, but you suppose being in the presence of an unholy servant of Satan will do that to a person.

“Fine.” He sighs, frowns, and then finally lowers his gaze onto yours—and you shiver.

Those eyes. No human has eyes like that.

“Make me an offer,” Overhaul tells you, and through his open mouth you catch a flash of sharp white teeth.

Okay. Okay. The chirping of the heart monitor speeds up (as if it weren’t obvious enough that you’re terrified) and you fold your knees up to your chest and fidget with your ring and think. He’s giving you a chance to establish parameters. You’re supposed to start with his end of the deal, the thing you want from him. That’s what it said to do in the grimoire, aka the 19th century demonology volume your creepy cousin brought back from her pagan anthropology research trip in rural France. The one you keep hidden under your bed because your mother would burn it if she knew you were reading about summoning demons.

Offer nothing to a hell creature without first telling him your price. You know the words by heart, both the winding calligraphy of the original French from the grimoire and the rushed scrawl of the English translation your cousin left for you in sheets of lined paper layered between the pages of the book for you to read. Really, this is her fault. She was the one who slipped you the book, who told you that it worked, who snuck you the ingredients for the summoning. She was the one who left a bookmark at the chapter on this particular demon, one that specializes in ‘Contrat pour Remédier au Déséquilibre des Quatre Humeurs’, which she said meant a contract to cure any illness. Even his ‘name’ is translated in her hand, practically an afterthought in the margins of the page.

‘Le Malin qui Ravage et Rebâtit’— Overhaul?

You looked up the literal meaning of this phrase on your own. It did not reassure you.

“Girl.” His voice is cold, irate. Your eyes snap back up to his and it feels like that burning gaze is laser-beaming into your skull. “Do not test me. My time is limited…as is yours.”

You swallow. “How long do I have left?”

“Less than a single human year,” he tells you without a trace of sympathy. “Seven months, twelve days, three hours. Or so. You’ll be too exhausted to leave this bed in four months, and the pain will become intolerable in six… By the end, you’ll wish—“

“Stop,” you breathe out. The heart monitor is beeping wildly and you squeeze your knees into your chest, trying to calm down your breathing. “Stop, I—I want to live.”

“Of course you do.” Overhaul’s lip curls. “How very predictable.”

Be specific, you remind yourself, doing your best to ignore the stifling disapproval from the man—the demon—in front of you. Something about him (maybe how clean-cut he looks, maybe the indisputable authority in his demeanor) makes you want to impress him. But you didn’t turn your back on your religion—you didn’t draw pagan symbols on the floor in chalk, fill silver cups with various questionable substances (including your own virgin blood), and turn the crucifix your mother hung over your bed upside-down so you could let a demon make you feel guilty for wanting to survive. “I want to be cured. I’m okay with whatever natural death I have instead when I’m older, I just don’t want to die of this illness. I want you to make me healthy.”

“Simple enough. What else?”

‘Simple’? Your heart surges with something you’ve felt very little of since your initial diagnosis—hope. “T-That’s it. Just the cure.”

Overhaul glares at you. “Humans… Every vice in the world available to you, and you limit yourselves to the basest priority of survival.”

“But you can do it? You can cure me?” you persist.

Overhaul steps forward (quiet, so quiet you wonder if he really moved) and holds a hand out to you past the foot of your bed—you hesitate, and a second later you can see the muscles in his hand flex, stretching the latex of his plastic gloves tight over his knuckles.

Just do it. You give him your hand. Carefully. Like you’re scared the contact will burn you. It doesn’t (although his skin feels warmer than yours), but after a moment his grip tightens, sliding down past your hand to circle the fragile bones of your wrist and squeeze.

“Ow?” You wince.

The demon’s eyes flicker closed for a second, lips moving silently like he’s talking to himself—and then he drops your hand unceremoniously back onto your lap. “You could be cured before the sun rises this morning. I doubt your stay in the hospital will extend past the end of the week.”

He sounds bored, voice as flat and passionless as it was earlier, but your heart is soaring. Cured. You’ve lived with this illness for so many years, you can’t remember the last time someone told you you could be cured. And getting out of the hospital that soon? You can just imagine taking down all the decorations from the walls of your room here and setting them up in your old bedroom at home. You could see friends on the weekend and not take an oxygen bag, you could get a job or—or apply to college, you could have a life—

“That is…assuming you have something to offer me in exchange for the cure.”

Your stomach drops. You’d almost forgotten about the other half of the deal.

“Don’t tell me I came all this way for nothing.” Overhaul steps back, and the orange light of the candles you set sends strange shadows over his arrogant face. The fires look brighter now, and you find yourself tracing the lines of those shining black horns. In an odd way, they look natural—so organically framing his temples that you can’t imagine him without them.

“N-No, of course not. I have some money—I mean, my mom has some, and I can get it for you…” Which is half the truth. If you know anything, it’s that your mother’s spent most of her savings on your treatment and care. You probably have more debt than you have money in the bank right now—you’d try to get rid of that, too, if you hadn’t read in the book how important it is to keep your request as simple and straightforward as possible.

…Although it’s apparently not enough. Overhaul’s eyes narrow, molten gold irises carved into slits. “Even if I had a use for human money, do you really believe your life is worth so little?”

“No—no,” you say quickly. “I just thought—in case you were interested—”

The air crackles with energy, the candle flames spark bright blood-red, and the hair on your arms stands straight up. “I am not.”

“Okay! I get it.” You wave your hands back and forth, pulling your IV line from side to side with the motion. The book was very clear about staying calm and rational while you work out the terms of the deal, but that’s easier said than done when you have a real live (live?) hell creature in front of you. You always knew this was going to be the hard part—all the stories say there’s only one thing that a demon would be interested in, and no matter how inviting the prospect of living past this illness is, you know you’d rather die than sell your immortal soul to the devil. “I’ll give you anything except my soul! And—and don’t hurt anyone I care about, or— just don’t hurt anyone, okay? Other than that, if there’s anything I can give you, I will.”

Overhaul’s lip curls, baring a thin strip of those unnaturally sharp canines. “And is your soul really so valuable?”

This throws you for a loop. Isn’t that the standard deal? A soul for a wish? That’s how it’s supposed to work—at least in this twisted version of reality where you can summon a demon to perform unholy miracles for you. But if you think about it, it doesn’t really make sense, does it? Why would your soul be valuable to him? You can’t form an argument, especially since you’re not willing to barter it away in the first place.

Your mouth is pursed open as you search for a response, but Overhaul doesn’t seem willing to wait. A gloved hand wraps its way around the railing at the side of your bed, and he leans in closer. “Little girl…what makes you think you possess anything I desire?”

Little girl. You’re not a little girl, you’re a grown woman—and yet there’s no untruth in the statement. In front of him you feel insignificant, immature, weak. You have nothing real to offer, and something tells you that you’re not going to get rid of the demon you summoned without a sacrifice you’re not willing to make.

You twist your ring around your finger—the nervous habit you haven’t bothered to break because you’ve always had more important things to worry about—and the glint of silver in the candlelight must catch Overhaul’s eye because before you even notice him moving, your delicate hand is trapped in his larger one to give him a better view of the tiny piece of jewelry. “What is this?”

“It’s—um, a ring. A purity ring.” Has he never seen one before? Well…actually, that makes sense.

Overhaul turns your hand over in his without touching the band of silver. He’s looking at it closely, inspecting the lovingly engraved cross in the design and the inscription on the other side. “Matthew 5:8,” he reads out.

“…Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God,” you recite cautiously. It feels wrong to speak the words in front of him, but somehow you can’t help yourself.

Overhaul’s hand doesn’t leave yours. “This ring is important to you.”

“It’s a symbol of a—a promise I made to God. To save myself for my future husband.”

“To ‘save yourself’? To save what?”

You can’t believe you’re explaining this to a literal demon. You close your eyes and inhale slowly and taste smoke. “My…virginity. It’s a promise that I won’t have sex until I enter into a biblical marriage.”

At this, Overhaul is quiet. You give him a moment to answer, half expecting him to question why you think God cares about your sexual status (honestly, you’d be lying if you said you haven’t wondered this yourself), but he stays quiet until you peek up at him to try and gauge the look on his coldly handsome face.

He’s still staring at the ring. He hasn’t touched it—maybe he can’t, because of the cross?—and through the latex, his skin feels hotter than a human’s is supposed to be.

“Is there…” you start, but you trail off when you realize you have nothing to ask. You give a little tug to try and take your hand away and you’re surprised when your wrist actually slides out of his grip to fall back on the nest of sheets in your lap. You didn’t think he’d let you go so easily.

Overhaul turns his head to the side, eyes drilling into you so you feel like you should lower your gaze. The candlelight flickers in strange shadows over his horns. “This will do,” he says quietly.

“What?”

“In exchange for your cure.” The demon taps his own left ring finger, the place where the purity ring sits on your hand, and your heart soars. He actually wants that? It’s just a simple silver band, not worth much, but you’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe it has some special significance because of the religious connotation. Your mother will be angry you’ve lost it, but you’re happy to cope with that if it means living to actually get married!

“Yes!” you blurt out before he has a chance to rethink his offer. Sure, you’ll miss the purity ring—you’ve had it since you were a kid, after all—but there’s no question you’re getting the better end of this deal. At least in your opinion.

Something flashes through his yellow eyes, something you don’t even want to try and identify. “The contract, then.”

You barely have time to notice that his voice has gentled, that it’s practically silken in comparison to before, when the candlelight flickers again and suddenly the contract is everywhere. Everywhere. Writing appears on every surface in the room, covering the walls, stretching over the ceiling, coiling around the sides of the hospital equipment and decorating your bedsheets until you and Overhaul are the only untouched surfaces in sight. The characters are inscribed in red, dark red like—don’t think about that, you tell yourself squeamishly. You can make out some of the letters, even a word here or there—French, you recognize, mixed with what looks like Latin and interspersed with what you can only guess are runes.

“I can’t read this,” you tell him, fidgeting with your ring for what you now realize will be the last time.

“I only need your name,” he purrs, and then you feel a fragile weight in your hand: a feather, pearl-black and glossy and too large to belong to any bird you can think of, its angled tip glistening with wet ink. There’s an empty space in the writing before you, and Overhaul’s gloved hand comes to yours again to guide you into place.

This feels wrong…then again, of course it does. Even if you’re getting off relatively easy and just losing your ring rather than your soul, you’re still making a deal with a demon. You sign your name, forcing yourself to think about the future you have ahead of you rather than a disapproving white-bearded caricature of The Man Upstairs wagging his finger at you for haggling with a literal servant of Satan. People have done worse things to survive, haven’t they? It’s just a ring.

You set the feather down and Overhaul sighs, thick black eyelashes obscuring his intense gaze for a moment—and then the contract is gone, leaving your hospital room as blank and sterile as it’s supposed to be (well, aside from the candles and all the other ritual stuff you threw together to summon a demon in the first place).

“Are you going to cure—heal me now?” you ask.

“…Patience, little girl.” He’s pulling his glove off, peeling it down his fingers to bare the pale skin of his hand. You catch your breath and wonder what this is going to feel like, and then the tips of his fingers meet your cheek and—

you stop breathing.

It doesn’t hurt.

Or if it does, you don’t remember the pain a second later when breath floods back into your lungs. What you do feel is energy. Strength in your muscles, blood pumping through your veins, every inhale and exhale as light as a bird and freer. You feel healthy. You’re surprised you even remember what health feels like but you do: it’s like you’ve only been half alive, and now life is surging into you and through you and around you, bubbling up in your core like a spring overflowing. You blink rapidly, thinking you might cry from the sheer pleasure of it, but when you open your mouth it’s laughter that comes out. You’re healthy. You’re alive. You barely notice the IV line literally falling off of your skin because the hole where it entered your vein is sealed shut and healed perfectly.

No more needles. No more hospitals. Even without all the monitors beeping out your heart rate and measuring your vitals, there’s not a shred of doubt in your mind that you’re cured.

“Thank you!” you laugh, looking up at Overhaul and for the first time, not caring that he’s evil incarnate. “I feel—I’m okay! It worked!”

“Of course it did.” His expression is inscrutable, but he lets you have a few moments to enjoy your newfound health.

You roll your shoulders back, flex each muscle you can isolate one by one to test, make fists with your fingers and then run them over your hair, which is already thicker and shinier than it was a moment ago. Your body thrums with energy—you want to run, to feel the ground against your bare feet and the cold night air on your face, and you think you could do it! Your legs are already swinging over the side of your cot, ready to run barefoot out of the hospital if that’s what it takes, but before you can stand up Overhaul’s pushing you back down onto the bed.

“Have you forgotten your end of the bargain already?”

Honestly you did forget, but only for a second, only because you were so excited to just be outside again. “Oh, yeah. Of course.” Your hand goes to your left ring finger, ready to slip the ring off and hand it over, but Overhaul shakes his head.

“Not here.”

“What—?”

You’re falling. Your hospital room is disappearing, the image of your walls and your window and your bed disintegrating into yawning black, and you’re falling through it into nothing, into emptiness, and Overhaul’s still-bare hand in yours is the only anchor you have so you clutch onto it and squeeze your eyes shut. You want to scream—that’s the sane thing to do when you’re falling through miles and miles of empty space, right?—but when you open your throat the sound is swallowed up just like the light was…

Overhaul’s hand burns into yours, an improbable lifeline that you pull closer more out of terror than conscious thought. The slick, empty air rushes around you and you think I am going to die like this and then, incredibly, as soon as you’ve accepted your imminent demise, you feel your back mold onto a chilled, flat surface, vertebra by vertebra up to the back of your head, as if you’ve been lain down onto it.

Your heart thuds in your ears and you brace for an impact because your body hasn’t quite accepted yet that it’s not falling anymore—but at the same time, you know you’re lying down on something. You pry your fingers away from their vice-grip on Overhaul’s arm and feel around blindly for what’s underneath you, and when it seems reasonably tangible you let yourself open your eyes.

Way above, vaulted dozens of feet over your head, is a ceiling studded with gilt-edged frescoes and stained glass. It’s raining (even though it wasn’t in the hospital, you think) but through the massive panes of colored glass there’s enough oily blue light to make out that you’re in a church.

You’re in a church, with a demon. Isn’t that against the rules?

You sit up stiffly and look over at Overhaul, who’s standing at your side and looking down at you…which is how you realize the soft, cold surface you’ve been deposited onto is the blanket on top of the altar in the sanctuary. “Where...did you take me?”

“You should know this place.”

And you do, when you look around. It’s empty now and you’ve never been here at night, but this is a church your mother would bring you to when you were little, back before the disease got so bad you couldn’t risk traveling to it anymore. This is where you took your purity vow…the ring feels heavy on your hand. “Why—why—“

“I can’t stand human hospitals. Filthy places… How that reek of illness and death doesn’t bother your kind, I’ll never understand.” Overhaul pulls his latex glove back on. He’s dressed differently now, no longer impersonating a doctor—black shirt, black pants, and a…bird mask in red leather and gold. So are you, as a matter of fact. Instead of your hospital gown, you’re in a gauzy white dress that’s already been pushed up to pool around the tops of your thighs.

The slip is too thin for the cold, and you can feel your nipples standing up under the cloth so you fold your arms over your chest and hug yourself. “Why did you take me here?” The sound of your voice echoes off the walls eerily and you wish you hadn’t spoken so loudly. The reflection of your words sounds girlish, nervous.

“I told you. Your side of our contract.” Even in this dark, the angular features of his face are clearly concentrating—on you. “Are you already having second thoughts? Such a fickle little thing…”

“You mean the ring?” You reach for it again, ready to tear it off and throw it at him if that’s what it takes to see your deal through, but Overhaul snatches your hand away, pinning it above you.

“Not the ring,” he says. “The promise.”

The…promise?

A chill makes its way down your spine despite the heat radiating off the demon’s body and onto yours. “I don’t understand.”

“The promise,” Overhaul repeats—and you hear a sound almost like wings flapping and then he’s on the altar with you, knees straddling your hips as a single hand holds both your wrists above your head. “To remain a virgin until marriage. Your promise to God.”

A streak of lightning cracks down on the other side of the stained glass window behind the altar, illuminating the room briefly in spectacular pits of red and orange and yellow…and then it’s dark again, and the only color you can make out is the gold in Overhaul’s eyes.

“I’m going to break it,” he murmurs, lowering his head toward your ear right as the answering thunder rolls through the sanctuary, up through the altar, up into you.

///

Méfiez-vous de son piège, the grimoire said. Beware of the catch.

Of course it wasn’t just a ring.

Overhaul’s fingers are in—inside you, his middle and ring finger pumping through the length of your cunt like they belong there, like you were made to be touched this way. A mixture of your juices and your own spit cling to the latex because he made you suck his fingers before he put them in you and he hasn’t bothered to take his gloves off—not that you asked. You’ve been too busy biting your lip to try and muffle the moans that he keeps forcing out of you. He’s bracing himself on top of you with one hand and fingering you with the other, so your own hands are free to push into your eyes and hide your face…until he yanks your arm back and stops.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes are screwed shut and you shake your head back and forth, the movement shuddering your whole body right down to your pussy wrapped around Overhaul’s fingers. He slows the movement and kneels back, pushing one of your thighs up into your chest as he does it.

“Look at me.”

And you’re not sure whether it’s some unearthly power he has over you or the plain old deterioration of your willpower, but you can’t refuse him. You crack your eyes open and he’s glaring down at you, skin pale as ice in the blue light. Once he’s satisfied that you’re watching, the demon leans back in to fuck your cunt with his fingers, slowly at first and then quicker when he hits something inside of you—a spot, a place on the inner wall of your pussy that makes you feel like you’ve been shocked— heat blooms through you like blood in water and you gasp and he curls his fingers up to pet over that spot again.

“Wait—wait, that’s—it feels—weird!” You’ve never felt like this before. You’re not supposed to feel like this, it’s wrong.

“I understand you’ve never touched yourself, but don’t pretend you don’t like it.” Overhaul says, voice as indifferent and calm as ever even though your cunt is dripping clear sticky liquid over the plastic of his glove.

He pushes back in and grinds his palm over the little button on the top of your pussy—your clit?—and you want to scream. “No, I—I don’t—nnhh...”

Do you like it? The demon’s body is so hot next to yours, like he’s running a fever except you’re the one going out of your mind… You’ve heard metaphors for sexual pleasure before (that it’s like having something to drink when you’re dying of thirst; or that it’s the ultimate act of intimacy, love in physical form) but all of that’s a fucking lie. There’s nothing to compare it to, no reference that makes sense, because it doesn’t make sense—you don’t even want him to keep going, do you? You’re only doing this because you signed your name on a devil’s contract, because you don’t want to die and there’s no alternative…but that doesn’t explain why you feel so warm from the inside out, why you’re squirming and your hips are rocking involuntarily no matter how much you try to keep still. This isn’t right. You feel like you’ve been lied to.

A good girl wouldn’t like this.

Overhaul isn’t going to let you close your eyes, so you don’t—but the sounds coming out of your mouth are so…indecent (and how can you think these things about yourself? the word feels like someone else is saying it when you hear it in your head) that your hand is drifting up to your mouth before you can stop yourself, trying to stifle all of it…

“Let your voice out. I want you to hear yourself moan.”

Long fingers slide their way out of your pussy and then move up to rub quick little circles around your clit and you moan, like a whore, like a girl getting her cunt rubbed by a demon— “Oh, uhhhn—something, it’s—coming—“ There’s something building up in your core—a peak, a climax, something that makes you fist your hands in the nightgown he put you in (so tight you’re surprised the thin fabric hasn’t torn) and tilt your hips up into him, begging without words because you don’t have any to express what your body is asking for…

But he doesn’t give it to you. Overhaul takes his hand away from your pussy and the shock of the cool air after his too-hot touch is almost enough to send you over that edge—almost. Not quite. And without it, you’re left shivering and quaking, thighs twitching as your baser instincts beg you to just put your hand between your legs for once and hump your fingers to completion if the demon won’t do it.

You’re not going to risk that, though. Not when Overhaul’s dragging your body closer, bunching up the blanket on the altar under your spine, so your pelvis is angled to his… He’s already shirtless and you hear him unzipping his pants but you can’t bring yourself to actually look at him, even when you feel something hard and hot nudging up against your inner thigh and then aligning to your sticky wet slit.

“This will hurt a bit, but I want you to look,” he says, and you don’t even understand at first until you make yourself feel it—his cock, pushing up against your tight cunt to finish this, this perversion of what your first time was supposed to be…

And what was it supposed to be? Roses and candles and soft kisses? A nameless, faceless husband unzipping your wedding dress and making love to you with the lights off? The way the demon touches you should be cruel in comparison but it isn’t, it’s lighting fires under your skin and turning your brains to mush, so how is your body supposed to tell the difference?

It’ll hurt, you know that, you’ve heard enough about sex to know that it always hurts the first time for girls…women. It was already a stretch to fit his fingers in your virgin pussy, so of course his cock is going to hurt. You turn your head toward the window at your side and try on look out at the rain drawing rivulets like veins over the glass, something to focus on instead of him.

“I said look,” the demon hisses, and his hips push forward a bit and you bite off a whimper of pain. “Watch me take your virginity…look at your tight little cunt swallowing me up just like it was made to.”

“N-No—“ you whine, even though it’s not like you can ignore it. “Don’t make me, don’t make me look, I can’t—“

“Then look at me.”

It’s what he wants, some kind of wicked satisfaction he gets off on, but you’re lucky enough to even get an option so you choose that one, shifting your gaze up into his face instead of the place where his cock is pressing deeper and deeper inside you. Overhaul’s eyes are half-lidded and it’s hard to tell from behind the mask but the look on his face is…pleasure? No, that would be too human. Restraint, at least. He could just thrust up into your body in one stroke, but he wants you to feel it for some reason.

Maybe because it’s a worse betrayal of your chastity if you want to get fucked.

Lucky for you, though, you can barely feel anything aside from the pain. The heat you felt building earlier is draining out of you even as Overhaul tilts deeper, layering his chest over yours. You’re almost grateful for the modest barrier the dress provides between your torso and the solid muscle of his abdomen. His cock in your pussy feels like it’s too big too deep too much and it’s the first time you’ve felt like your body wasn’t created specifically for this purpose so you hold it tight.

“Does it hurt?”

A second of clarity makes you want to snarl (of course it fucking hurts, I’m losing my virginity to a demon I summoned from hell) and you dig your fingernails into your palms to stop yourself from saying it out loud. Overhaul pulls out a fraction of an inch and then pushes back in and you feel like the breath’s being pushed out of your lungs. “Yes! Yes, it—it hurts—“

“I can make you enjoy it…for a price,” he sighs, settling into a slow rocking motion of his hips pushing into yours.

And you want to, every sore muscle in your cunt is telling you to give in and give up, give him what he wants so you can enjoy it like he says—but you’d rather hate every second of this than make another deal. You shake your head quickly and because you’re still too afraid to look away from him, you don’t miss the look of surprise that flits across his face before he tamps it down. “I don’t—I don’t want to—like it,” you gasp out between thrusts. “It’s better if—if it h-hurts…”

This time it’s obvious—his eyes really do widen, and you feel some petty triumph at having caught him off guard like this. Who’s predictable now? you think—and then he’s lifting one hand off the altar at the side of your head and tugging his glove off with his teeth, and you don’t even have time to be afraid of what he’s going to do to you because it’s too late, his bare fingers are already stroking over your mound and onto your core, massaging into the flesh of your stomach so he can feel his own cock sliding in and out of you—

and it doesn’t hurt anymore?

You only have a second to try and understand—he cured you, he healed the pain from your first time just like he healed your illness?—before he hooks his grip under your thigh and folds your legs into your chest so he can fuck into you harder than before. His cock slaps into your pussy and you can hear it, hear how wet your filthy little cunt is, smeared through with your juices. It’s sick—the sound of skin against skin, and the moaning you can’t hold back, you sound like a woman in a porno and you wish the pain would come back just so you could keep hating what he’s doing to you. “What—what did you do—“

The demon ignores you. “It feels good, doesn’t it.”

“Nn—“ It’s deeper like this…deeper and rougher and you can feel it. Now that the pain’s been reduced to the dull ache of a stretched muscle, you can feel everything—his cock sliding against that same spot in your cunt that makes you want to squeal, the friction of his body moving against your clit, all of it, everything you wanted to block out— he pumps into you and you hear your breath sobbing out a moan a second out of rhythm, the sounds of you bouncing on demon cock echoing over the walls. “Please—ah, ahhh…”

“‘Please?’ Are you begging—me, little girl?” Overhaul pushes your thigh up and drags his cock through you, excruciatingly slow, forcing you to feel the thick head slide over every gummy wall in your slick pussy.

You shake your head, mewl, try to force your hips to stop rocking back into his and grinding your clit against him. But you can’t. You’re a—you were a virgin, for fuck’s sake! Overhaul’s immortal. Probably thousands of years of experience on how to make you feel like you want this, like you’re only alive in the places he touches you… You’re at his mercy, if he has any. You never stood a chance.

“Then are you begging your god?” His body lowers directly onto yours and like you’re being controlled by puppet strings your arms fold around him and rake your fingernails uselessly into the smooth skin of his back. You can feel the vibration of his mirthless laughter through his chest. “It must hurt terribly…to know he isn’t listening.”

“Don’t—stop, please,” you sob. “Don’t say—don’t stop—please!”

“Listen to yourself, girl—“ Overhaul’s breath is faster now, but you don’t have time to question it because you feel your peak coming again, the tension rising up through your cunt and your abdomen, harsher and crueler than when his fingers were in you but you want it just as much. More. “Has he ever answered your prayers? Has he...ahh, fuck—who’s the one giving you what you need?”

“No— please, please just let me let me, please—“ You’re talking nonsense now, begging for the release—at least then it’ll be over, and you need it, you need it so badly you feel your muscles locking up, cramping, your ankles crossing each other behind Overhaul’s back.

“Good girl,” the demon breathes, and then he lifts off you so he’s kneeling upright with the two of you still connected, his thick, heavy cock still speared in your pussy, and his fingers come down again to rub at your clit. Everything’s so wet you can hear the motion of his fingers slicking themselves through your juices, sliding up and down the little button over and over and it feels so good that a tiny part of you almost wants to drag it out, to savor it, but the rest of your body is going to die, is going to go crazy if the demon doesn’t let you cum right now, right now, right now!

And he does. Praise the Lord. The pads of Overhaul’s fingers pass over your clit one last time and your head rolls back, your throat moves but you can’t even make a sound, your legs shake and you cum.

You didn’t know it was like this.

Your cunt squeezes down on his cock, throbbing and pulsing and your toes literally curl (you didn’t think that was a real thing!) and your vision goes black for a moment and—oh fuck oh fuck i want this i want more how is it possible that i’ve never felt like this—you understand, more intimately than ever, why sex is wrong:

because nothing that makes you feel this good could possibly come without a cost, could it?

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It must take longer than you thought for you to come back to your senses, because when you regain awareness of your body you’re in your hospital bed. You’re clean, too, and you wonder for a second if Overhaul bothered to clean you up? Or no…he probably just snapped his fingers and transported you back to your room. You’re not really sure how it works.

What you are sure of, however, is that you just got fucked by a demon. You’re sore in places that you didn’t know it was possible to be sore, and there are already bruises forming on the flesh of your thighs from how tight he was holding you. You don’t really have time to inspect these, though, because apparently your…ordeal (if you can call it that) isn’t over.

Overhaul’s still here.

He’s facing the hints of sunrise through the east window, dressed again in the immaculate lab coat and surgeon’s mask. “You’re awake,” he says without looking at you.

You nod hesitantly. You’re not really sure what the protocol is in this situation, but at least you’ve finally held up your side of the contract, right? And so has he. Despite having been up all night doing sinful things, you’re still itching to get out of this bed and test the limits of your healthy body. “You’re…going to leave, right?”

“Yes—”

At that, you sigh in relief and settle back into your starched bedsheets.

“But there’s one more thing you owe me.”

“Goddamnit,” you swear for the very first time in your life. After what you just did, taking the Lord’s name in vain seems like a relatively minor sin.

Overhaul’s mildly irritated expression doesn’t change, but he holds his hand out to you, palm up, the way you imagine someone would if they were helping you out of a car or requesting a dance at an old-fashioned ball. And really, you want all of this to be over—you want to get out of this hospital, you want to taste what the air outside is like, you want to distract yourself from what you just gave up in exchange for a future. At this point you’re just going to have to hope God isn’t as picky about the whole premarital sex thing as you grew up believing.

So you put your hand in Overhaul’s.

Slowly, carefully, like he’s afraid it’ll burn him, he slides your purity ring down your finger and balances it in the palm of his bare hand. It sizzles when he touches it, glowing orange until it eventually burns down into a ash-black circle in the center of his palm. Once he’s satisfied that your pretty little ring has been reduced to nothing more than a scorch mark, he closes his hand around yours and you feel something sharp, painfully hot, etching onto your finger.

It’s over in a second, but you still yelp and yank your hand away from him as soon as he lets you. “Ah—ow, what was that?”

He burned you, he literally burned you! He’s already healed it, but there’s still a thin, pale scar, an intentional one left wrapping around the skin at the base of your left ring finger. Like a wedding ring.

When you look close, you can make out a symbol on the back of your finger where the cross used to sit—and even though your conscious mind doesn’t recognize it, the sight of it rings out something inside your ribcage, deeper and truer than flesh and blood. It’s the devil’s mark, you think. It’s his.

“…A promise,” Overhaul says softly, and even though it’s a chilly morning, you can feel the heat of his hands on yours a long time after he vanishes back into the dark.