#ankles and knees are shot though sobs

[gaysonlyocean]

i saw more rabbits today than i have in my entire life

[kisinthehouse]

Could you do like a Nate Jacobs smut but where he’s actually good and not an asshole like he is in the show?

ofc love!

Nate Jacobs x Reader

Warning(s)- Drinking, Unprotected P in V, Oral (f receiving), Kissing, Creampie, Slight Exhibitionism, Dub-Con

You walk through the crowded party, scanning the rooms full of people for your very tall boyfriend. You soon find him with a small group of friends sporting a beer in one hand and talking with exaggerated hand movements, clearly intoxicated. You and Nate have been dating for 4 months at this point, and you guys are about to spend your first Christmas together. Christmas break just started and one of the guys on the football team decided to throw a massive party to celebrate. As you walk up to Nate, he smiles drunkenly at you and completely stops talking to look your way. 

You, having already had multiple shots of vodka with your friends earlier, stumble into his arms and smile up at him as you start to pull him away from the crowds of people, and into a more secluded area of the house. He looks down at you in the dim light and sets his beer down on the small table next to you before leaning down and kissing you softly. He pulls away slowly and starts mumbling about how much he loves you, how pretty you are, and a mix of drunken words strung together. He quickly decides that he’d rather be kissing you, and you drunkenly smile into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck to pull Nate closer to you as he softly pushes you into the wall, being careful not to hurt you. Even though you are both in a “public” space, the thought never crossed either of your minds that it was possible to get caught. You were both too immersed in each other to remember that you were at an extremely packed party with people everywhere. His body pushes you further up the wall as you wrap your legs around his waist as the kiss becomes more heated. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching you both has you pulling away from each other while trying to catch your breath. 

After the very intoxicated girl stubbles past you both, you decide to try and find a more private room to continue. You both trail along the hallways until you find an unoccupied bathroom and hurry into it. Nate quickly locks the door and presses you against the sinks counter while deeply kissing you again. Everything is rushed and it gives you both a sense of euphoria as the music from the party is still loudly playing outside of the door. His hands move up your thighs and under your short dress, hitching it up to your hips and moving his hand against your clit through your underwear. Your hand finds his hard dick through his jeans, the outline of it is already big and you feel your desire for him growing even more as the moments pass. You quickly move to undo his belt as his fingers move faster against your clit before he hooks a finger in each side of your underwear straps and pulls them down your thighs until they're hanging off of one of your ankles. You get his belt unbuckled fast and he unzips his jeans before shoving both them and his boxers down his thighs so they pool at his feet. 

Your hand wraps around his dick, giving it a few strokes before he moves closer to you and gets on his knees in front of you. His lips move closer to your core before they attach to your clit and he looks up at you. “She’s fucking sobbing baby”, Nate says, his voice cracking softly before he reattaches himself to your clit and starts to eat you out messily. You moan softly and quickly move your fingers to his hair and pull it roughly, guiding him closer to your core and moving against his mouth softly. 

Before he can get any further, you pull him up away from your pussy and kiss him desperately before wrapping your hand around his dick and lining him up with your entrance and looking up at him with pleading eyes “please”. He groans softly as he thrusts into you slowly, letting you adjust to him and his size. His hands move to the front of your dress and he pulls it down so your tits are spilling out the top of it and he grabs onto one of them while his other hand grips your thigh tightly, sure to leave delicious bruises the next day. You moan softly as your hand holds onto his bicep, and his thrusts become more meaningful. He looks down at you and kisses down your chest as he breathlessly says “so fucking pretty”. Your eyes roll back and he moves even harder, pushing your back against the sinks mirror that’s hanging on the wall behind you both. The sound of heavy breathing, quiet i love yous, and skin slapping together are the only noises that can be heard in the small bathroom. As you both kiss each other desperately, you feel the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as Nate somehow moves deeper inside of you. He moves one of your thighs higher up on his waist and shifts his hips ever so slightly so he is even deeper in you. You moan out loudly, and Nate knows how close you are. You look up at him and start to beg him quickly “please Nate, please baby” and he nods his head as his thrusts grow quicker. Both of his hands move to your waist and he groans softly as you clench around him tightly, cumming silently with your mouth open and your eyes squeezed shut. Nate’s thrusts slow down as he finishes deep inside of you, and you moan softly.

 He lays his head down on your chest as you both try to catch your breath. He helps clean you up, and you both re-adjust your clothing and fix your appearances before he pulls you close and kisses you softly. You look at each other in the horrible bathroom lighting and smile. You don’t know how you got this lucky.

[misojunnie]

jungwon is injured on stage and reader is there to comfort him backstage as soon as they finish their stage. sjghsghlskgfhjsdf

✧ bf!jungwon getting injured!

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You noticed his injury before he did.

Jungwon was so focused on dancing, for a split second he wasn't even aware of the way his ankle rolled, the joint letting out a painful crack as his left leg slipped out from under him. The floor was so shiny and slick, it was impossibly easy for his feet to slide. His eyes went wide, and he was suddenly aware of his body slamming into the floor, barely being able to catch himself with his hand as his lower back came into contact with the sleek stage, a thud coming from under him. He felt six pair of eyes on him in an instant, not including yours and the hundreds of others from the audience. His face flushed with embarrassment as he attempted to get to his feet, Jake leaning down subtly to give him a hand. Thank god he fell during a part when he was in the back of the group.

Searing pain shot up his leg the minute he put weight on his ankle, but the show had to go on regardless. He tried his best, even though he knew it wasn't enough. Everyone had noticed. Everyone could tell he was hurt.

He practically dropped to his knees in relief when the intermission came, hobbling backstage with Jake on one side and Riki on the other. He felt pathetic.

The second he was off stage, you ran to him as quick as you could.

"Baby, are you okay? Does it hurt?" you asked with concern, cradling his face in your hands. The feeling of your hands caressing his cheek made him burst into tears in release, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly as he hid his face in the crook of your neck ashamedly.

"I fucked up." he said, voice shaky and muffled as he sobbed against your skin, you rubbing his head softly. Your heart broke to see him so upset and disappointed in himself.

"No, baby you did amazing. You couldn't help it." you soothed him.

"It's a recorded stage, e-everyone is gonna see me fall." he hiccuped. "I looked so stupid out there."

"Jungwon, it's okay." you said, rubbing his back until he stopped quaking. "Everybody messes up sometimes. You did an amazing job, even with an injury. As long as you're safe, that's all the matters. And I'll go beat up the floor for making you fall, okay?" Jungwon let out a little chuckle at that, lifting his head from your shoulder. His nose was red from crying and his eyes were watery, but he looked as beautiful as you had ever seen him.

"Thank you, baby." he smiled, and you pinched his cheek with a grin, pulling him in to press a soft kiss onto his lips. He placed a hand on your hip, nearly forgetting his injury for a moment until he leaned in too far and his ankle felt like someone hit it with a hammer. "Ack!" He fell into you, his arms immediately going around your neck as you tried to catch him, stumbling to steady yourself. Despite the pain in his foot, he couldn't help but smile in the position you ended up in, his nose mere inches from yours. "Hi."

"Hi," you laughed. "C'mon cutie. Let's get you to first aid."

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a/n: helloooooo! this was so cute im a sucker for hurt/comfort and this is like hurt/comfort lite :P hope you enjoyed this fun little drabble! writing it was so cute I was kicking my feet and twirling

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

WRAPPED UP TIGHT (Dom!Levi x Sub!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Santa left me a little present this year."

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you surprise Levi with a special present under the tree for his birthday and Christmas: you, naked, wrapped up in Christmas lights.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Dom!Levi; sub!Reader; Reader is Fem; Race of Reader Not Specified; Mild BDSM; Role Play; Rope Play/Bondage; Dirty Talk; Ownership; Mutual Oral; Fingering; Edge Play; Face Fucking; Spanking; Doggystyle; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Levi Calling You "Baby" and "Mama"; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: A very unhinged & drunk one shot for Levi’s birthday AND Christmas. Happy birthday, boo! ❤️

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Levi is totally into role-play.

You would introduce it to him first and initially, he wasn't sure about the whole thing. Him? Acting as a hard-handed teacher or a Daddy Dom? Though the idea of seeing you play as someone else enticed him, he is usually so cool and collected, so the idea of letting himself become completely immersed in a "role" confused him.

But when you did it for the first time, he fell completely in love with it. Now almost every night, he is demanding you throw on your slutty nurse outfit or your cat ears and tail. He loves it when you're the rebellious student in her mini school skirt that barely covers her ass and the horny housewife cheating on her husband with him.

But the role he adores most when you "play" is when you're his perfect, slutty little sub. In IRL, you're mostly defiant and levelheaded. You always tell him how you feel and tend to argue with him (which is one of the sexiest things about you to him).

But behind closed doors, and within the walls of your confined sanctuary you call your bedroom, you are obedient. You are subservient. You are completely under his control. You do as he says without question; only a "Yes, sir" and "No, sir" (unless he's feeling like he wants to be called "Daddy").

You suck his cock the way he wants you to. You cum when he wants you to. You're ready for multiple rounds if he wants that too.

It is just what he needs after a long day of work and dealing with his dumb ass students...just like tonight. When he comes home at midnight on December 25th, his birthday and Christmas Day, you are waiting for him under the glittering Christmas tree just as he told you to be.

As soon as he sees you, he drops his bag and phone. You sit under the tree on your knees, your ass hiked up and head down against a plush pillow. You're dressed up in red lingerie that includes nylon stockings and a gathered belt, but the panties are crotchless. This means your ass and pussy, currently sobbing wet, are on full display for him. But what gets him more are the Christmas lights tied around your wrists, ankles, and body.

You get him hard almost immediately. His pants become tighter and he doesn't hesitate to unbutton his coat, leaving it on the floor at his feet. When he walks further into the room, he relishes the way you flinch at the sound of his boots thudding across the floor. "Well, well, well," he hums. "Look at what we have here." He dips into his Dom role immediately, kneeling down beside you on one knee. "Santa left me a little present this year."

He takes a hand and gently runs it down your spine, making you shiver. "A very sexy, slutty little present," he softly growls as his hand pauses on one of your naked asscheeks. "Do you know why you're here tonight, baby?"

You shake your head, not saying anything, just as he instructed of you (not without your eager agreement, of course, because you're freaky). Because you're more than just his perfect little sub tonight. You're his doll. You don't speak without his permission. You don't move without his permission. You are controlled by him like a puppet on a string. You are owned by him and him alone.

"Santa told me all about what a naughty girl you've been this year," Levi tuts, giving your ass a squeeze. You softly whimper at the feeling. "He left you here with me because he knew I would teach you a lesson about being a good girl. About being an obedient girl."

Spank! His hand connects with your ass, the sound of his palm coming down against your skin echoing throughout the decorated living room. You gasp at the burning sensation and quickly bite your lip, but that doesn't hide your pussy from gushing at the sensation. "See?" Levi sighs disappointed. "You're getting wet off of one little spank. Guess I'll have to move on to more drastic measures."

So what does he do? He settles himself behind you and licks his fingers, ready to plunge them inside of you. "You gonna be a good girl for me tonight?" he huskily asks. "You gonna cum when I tell you to and gush all over my fingers and cock only when I say?" Again, you nod, but he doesn't want silence right now. "Speak," he demands in a low voice.

You gulp and answer, "Yes, sir, I promise I'll be good. Please don't let Santa put coal in my stocking tonight." Levi resists the urge to break into laughter. "We'll see," he replies, "but at this rate, baby, you'll be gettin' more than just coal in your stocking tonight."

And so he first glides his fingers, thick and long, up against your wet slit and clit, emitting the prettiest sounds from you that you can't keep hidden. "That feel good?" he murmurs and you nod, your body trembling oh-so sweetly from his touch. He then finally sinks his fingers inside of you, only two, and groans at how tight and wet you are. "You've been playin' with yourself, haven't you?" he asks. "That's why you're so fuckin' soaked. Speak."

"Y-Yes," you whimper pitifully, your sounds mingling with your pussy sounding like macaroni and cheese in a pot as his fingers swirl inside it. "I'm sorry, sir! I just couldn't help it. I m-missed you so much!" Levi can't deny the way his cock stirs at the thought of you missing him so much that you've been playing with that pussy all day to the point where you're soaked and pleading for a cock inside you now.

He had the same trouble. He took any chance to be alone––bathroom breaks; lunch breaks after lunch; 15-minute breaks in his office––to fuck his fist at the thought of you at home, waiting for him to surprise him on his birthday. Now that he's here, he is wasting no time wasting time. He's going to enjoy all of you tonight.

So as he plunges his fingers in and out of your wet cunt, he presses his lips to your needy clit and gently sucks on it. You try to stifle your whines and moans, but cannot, earning yourself a spank on the ass or pussy for any noise you make. "Quiet," he growls into your pussy. "Good girls don't make noise when they're not told to." But as his tongue lashes against your pussy, he relishes the fact that it's impossible for you to keep quiet.

'Needy little slut,' he thinks as his tongue swirls around your slit and inside of you, over and over again, as his fingers fuck you slowly. 'Can't even shut up enough to hear me. So desperate to cum for me.' He's desperate for it too. His cock can barely take it as it chubs against his slacks, uncomfortably so.

He continues to work your pussy with his mouth and fingers, fucking you senseless, but faster than before. He works his jaw until it aches and curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to curl your toes and your body to shake uncontrollably. He eats your pussy like he's starved, loving how your juices dripping down his chin and your ass, so soft and plushy, nearly suffocates him as he grips it with one hand and stuffs his face deep in it. He even caresses your asshole, knowing how much that makes you squirm.

And it does. You're unable to stop yourself from winding your hips into his face, earning a hard smack to the backside. "Did I say you could move?" he asks, low and cold, pausing from eating you out to glare daggers at you.

"N-No, sir," you pant. "I'm sorry! But it just feels so good! You're gonna make me cum!" Levi thoughtfully strokes your ass, pretending to give this some thought. "Usually, I'd at least edge you," he sighs, "but I suppose you've waited long enough." He presses his tongue back against your clit and finger-fucks you until you're clenching around him. "Cum," he demands. "Cum and give me that voice. I give you permission. Cum for me, mama."

Like air finally being let out of a bottle, you let your voice out and it bounces off of the walls as your orgasm washes over you. "Fuck, Levi!" you sob. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good! Shit, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna...fuck, fuck, fuck!" A long, loud moan leaves your lips as you finally gush around his mouth, all over his tongue and fingers. You clench and squeeze his digits, emitting groans from him as he eagerly laps at your quivering cunt until every drip of your juices is replaced with his saliva.

Once your moans are replaced with soft sighs of satisfaction, he barely lets you recover any further. He can't. He's too worked up for you. So he strips his clothes off as fast as he can, getting harder with how needy you get when each article of clothing hits the floor. He can tell from the way your back rises and falls in time with your heavy breathing that you need this too.

Once naked, his muscles on full display under the glittering Christmas lights, he kneels behind you and wraps a hand around his thick, hard, veiny cock dripping pre-cum for you. "Take my cock," he orders, "and don't you dare try to run...oh, that's right: you can't." A wicked chuckle leaves his lips as he presses his head against your slit. "You wanna be a good girl?" he teasingly asks. "You wanna be my good little birthday gift, don't you? Speak."

"Yes," you whisper, doing your absolute damnest to not toss your ass back into him to put him inside yourself. "Yes, I wanna be your good girl, sir! I wanna be your birthday gift, your Christmas present, your everything!" You look back at him then, eyes gleaming and makeup slightly askew. "Please," you whisper. "Please fuck me, Daddy."

Levi is damn near feral when he grabs your hips and pushes himself home inside of your pussy, finally. Finally after so long. A desperate groan leaves your lips in unison as he begins to roll his hips, unable to control himself. Your pussy is just too tight. Too wet. Too close to heaven for him to go slow.

He fucks you as fast and as hard as he wants, knowing you can take it. You don't protest or deny his cock bullying your insides, making you take every inch of him. You just moan and whine like a good girl, opening up to him with every thrust. He can't get enough. You're just such a good girl for him! And he makes sure you know it too. "You're such a good girl for me," he growls into your ear. "Such a good little present just for me. No one else can have you like this. Only me, understand?"

He takes a fistful of your hair and yanks it back, emitting a gasp from your mouth. "Yes!" you nearly shout. "I'm only yours, Daddy! Only yours!" Levi nods, becoming fully immersed in his role now. He makes sure you understand what "being his" means by smacking your ass, damn near leaving handprints and nipping at your neck to leave hickeys.

He fucks you into a lewd, wet rhythm that echoes in the room along with the sounds of your moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure. His heavy balls slap against your clit, bringing you to yet another orgasm very quickly. But Levi slows down and pulls out of you, chuckling at your whine of protest. "What, you thought you'd get to cum again?" he asks. "Uh-uh, mama. Not yet. You've still got some more to do before that."

So while your pussy quivers and shivers in protest, Levi kneels in front of your mouth, his thick cock in your face. He takes a handful of your hair and yanks your face back while your chin rests on the pillow beneath you. "Open your mouth," he demands and you do so despite your position. His cock then sinks inside of your pussy, stretching your jaw and making you gag as he hits the back of your throat. He groans, immediately fucking your mouth like it's your pussy, loving how tight and wet and sloppy your throat is.

"So fuckin' good for me," he grunts, staring down at your body, the curve of your ass, and the pretty lights wrapped tight around your wrists and ankles. "You're the best gift ever, you know that? I'd want nothing else for my birthday or Christmas but you, baby. I wanna give you all my cum, y'know that, right?"

You say nothing, but you don't have to. The eagerness of your moans vibrating against his dick and how you open your throat for his entire length are all the yesses you need. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets his hips do all the work, grinding and thrusting inside of your welcoming mouth as spit drips down your chin.

When he feels himself about to cum is when he stops. Though the idea of cumming deep down your throat entices him, he wants to cum deep inside of your cunt first. So he pulls out of your mouth and gently smacks his cock against your wet lips. "Enough," he growls. "I need that pussy again, and this time, I'm gonna cum deep inside of you." He lifts your chin with his thumb, coaxing your eyes to gaze up at him. "And I want you to cum too. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," you obediently reply. "Please cum inside of me. Make me cum all over that cock."

He has never moved so quick in his life until now, swiftly moving himself behind you and sinking balls deep inside of you again. This time, he doesn't stop. He pummels himself inside of your sobbing, wet cunt, digging his fingers into your ass, hips, and stomach. Sweat gathers onto his skin and his legs ache from how fast he fucks you, but he doesn't care. He wants you to cum. He won't stop until you do.

It doesn't take long. Not for you. With the way he's fucking you so good and turning your pussy into mush, it's impossible for that cunt to not clench around him. "Daddy," you moan in a warning. "I'm gonna cum! I can't hold on!"

"Me too," Levi pants, feeling his first orgasm of the night approaching. It only intensifies the more he sees your ass bounce against his cock and your pretty tits sway below you as he fucks you senselessly, causing the Christmas tree to shake from the force. "Beg," he demands. "Beg me to cum. Beg me to fill you up. Do it now, little girl."

Smack! His hand comes down to slap your ass, drawing a yelp out of you. "Please make me cum!" you whine. "Please, Levi, let me cum all over that dick! I need you so much! Need to be yours!" That's all it takes for Levi. He leans over you and turns your face to look at him. "Kiss me," he demands before your lips are on his, tongues swirling and lips smashing passionately against one another.

When you cum, you do it together. He cums with a muffled groan, filling your pussy to the brim with his cum, while you let out a high-pitched moan of his name against his lips as you gush all around his cock. Your cum mingles with one another, dripping down his balls and on the floor. Tingles run through his body, spreading throughout his fingertips and toes. He grips you against him, making you take every ounce of his cum deep inside of you.

When everything is said and done, the room is silent except for your soft pants and sighs of satisfaction and exhaustion. Outside, all is quiet and white as the snow falls, delivering a perfect night to do this again and again and again.

Levi pulls out of you finally, drawing a soft groan from both of you. Cum drips out of your pussy and down your juicy thighs, a sight most pleasurable to him. But the most beautiful sight is when you look behind to gaze at him, eyes glazed over, hair a mess, and mascara ruined from fucking your pretty face. You look absolutely fucked out of your mind and he wishes you knew just how pretty you are like this.

"Happy birthday, baby," you purr, a soft, loving smile adoring your lips, messy with spit and your ruined lip gloss. "And Merry Christmas. Have I been a good girl this year now?"

Levi chuckles, a gentle hand stroking your ass. "Maybe," he replies. "After a few more rounds. It'll be my birthday until midnight tomorrow, so you may wanna brace yourself, mama." His cock twitches at the sharp, anticipated intake of breath you give him at the idea of taking his cock and his cum all night until dawn.

"But first things first..." He pauses to untie the lights from your wrists and ankles, gently massaging the kinks and aches of them, before moving to get something out of his bag. There, he retrieves a mistletoe and smiles at the way you sweetly giggle as he hangs it over your heads.

"Come here and kiss me."

THE END.

[zvdvdlvr]

— Comfort in Your Arms

— 🐍 synopsis. You have a nightmare, Ominis comforts you.

— 🐍 warnings. Bad writing. Non-descriptive torture.

A bloody arm reached for your wand, wrapping it’s spidery fingers around it. You stood up on shaky legs, sparks of green and red magic lighting your way forward. 

As you progressed through the dark room, screams pierced your ears. But the weird thing was: they didn’t make your skin crawl. You felt nothing as you pushed open the door to a whole different room.

In the center of the room sat a blond boy. The center of his eyes were milky white, seeming to stare into your own eyes. You came forward. He was bound to a chair, ankles tied to each leg of the chair. His arms were restained with rope behind his back. “Please don’t do this,” he pleaded.

You felt a tickling in the back of your brain: he seemed familiar.

However, you stayed silent as you stared the boy down even though he couldn’t see.

“Please, darling. Let me go. This- It’s not you. I know it’s not. Let me go,” he pleaded. His voice cracked, tears falling down his pale cheeks. “Darling, please.”

A wand raised. A bloody hand- your hand- lifted a wand. Wordlessly, you flicked your wand.

Loud screams. The boy in the chair thrashed in the chair, screaming. The chair kept him in place, despite his violent attempts to escape. His sobs reached your ears, and yet again you felt that tingling in the back of your mind.

“Please, y/n! Stop it, darling please!” He sobbed, head thrown back. His molars ground together as he tried to silence himself.

Y/n.

“Y/n please!” He repeated, over and over. His voice soon quieted, vocal cords sore from overuse.

Soon the room began to shake. You looked up and around, noticing cracks in the ceiling, revealing the white sky beyond the walls of the torture chamber.

“Y/n!” 

You felt your knees buckle as a part of the ceiling fell. 

“Y/n!”

You fell forward.

“Y/n!”

You shot up, coughing. You felt a sharp pain on tje skin of your sternum as you turned your head quickly, seeing your darling boyfriend kneeling on the couch beside you. “I ca- I can’t bre-“ you stuttered, pain growing sharper in your chest.

“Breathe, my darling,” Ominis cooed, moving to tear your hands away from your body, smelling the sharp scent of iron on your hands. “It’s okay, y/n. You’re here.”

You slowly calmed down, filling your lungs with air as Ominis guided you through the aftermath of… whatever hell that was. Tears fell down your face, falling onto your’s and Ominis’s clasped hands and sliding away, down to the floor. 

“I didn’t realize you were still out in the common room,” Ominis started slowly. “I thought you’d gone to bed. I didn’t know you were here, y/n, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered back, still thinking of the pain you had caused your boyfriend. Yes, it was a dream, but you feared the person you were turning into: fighting Ranrok’s pitiful group of Loyalist’s, battling money hungry Poachers who are more than willing to cast Unforgivables at you, and following Sebastian down the dark path he was headed; retrieving Salazaar’s spellbook, casting crucio on you, completely disregarding your and Ominis’s advice about staying safe. You feared you would become like the people you tried so hard to defeat.

Yet again the sound of Ominis’s screams… so vivid and life like floated around your brain. You wouldn’t allow him to get hurt- especially on your accord. “Ominis, I-“

Ominis stayed quiet as you cut yourself off. “What was it about, darling?” He asked quietly.

Tears sprung in your eyes. “It was horrible. Ominis it was you… You were ti-tied to a chair,” you explained, openly crying, not even caring about the time or how loud you were. “I was standing there. T-Torturing you. You kept begging me to stop, begging me ‘please’-“ sobs wracked your body as you crumpled into yourself, feeling Ominis’s warm body peel your face away from your hands as you scrubbed harshly at your eyes. “To stop. You told me you knew it wasn’t me. But-But you kept pleading me to make it stop.”

Ominis moved to sit by you, wrapping your arms around his body as he shushed you. He hadn’t realized exactly what you were going through. Ominis knew he loved you, and felt guilty for not noticing your troubles. He should have noticed sooner.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Ominis,” you whimpered, voice hoarse.

“You won’t, my love. You could never hurt me. I promise,” he soothed, carding his fingers through your hair and hoped the gesture helped calm you down.

“But what it-“

“Stop,” Ominis cut in. “You will never be like them.”

You went limp in his arms as your cries slowed. “You deserve more than me, better than me,” you whispered as if to yourself.

“Absolutely not, y/n. Not one more word from you,” Ominis spoke. He slowly untangled your limbs from his. You looked up, scared you had actually sent him away.

“Come stay in the dorm with me. Sebastian is out doing good knows what at this hour. And the other one’s at his girlfriend’s common room.”

You took Ominis’s hand and stood up on shaky legs. You barely had time to grab your wand before Ominis swept you off your feet and into his arms. He knew the way to his dorm with his eyes closed (ha!) so carrying you would be no problem.

Despite the short travel to the boys’ dorms, you almost fell asleep. Ominis’s scent surrounding you and his secure grip put you at ease more than you would admit.

As he pushed the door open, you blinked awake. Ominis set you on his bed and silently changed into his nightclothes as you got inder the covers. After setting your wand on the nighttable, you snigfled further into Ominis’s pillow and waited for him to hold you.

Ominis pulled you onto him as soon as his butt touched the mattress. “C’mere, my love,” he murmured, letting you lie on him. Your ear rested on the silk shirt that covered his heart. “I know you deserve more than me telling you at one in the morning, but, I love you. I love you more than my whole soul y/n. You don’t have to say it back. I just-“

You brought yourself up to Oninis’s face and fently pressed tour lips on his, cutting of his increasingly anxious rambling. As he fell quiet under you, you pulled away breathlessly. “I love you too, Ominis Gaunt. More than you’ll ever know.”

You fell asleep soon after. Ominis closed his eyes and waited for sleep to find him, thankful that you found safety in him.

[johnslittlespoon]

https://www.tumblr.com/johnslittlespoon/744717235364446208/thinking-about-how-sometimes-bucky-pushes-buck-too

and the begging alwayssssss ends with him promising to behave and whimpering that he can be good

again, whether or not buck believes him depends on how nice he’s feeling

i feel like these go hand in hand (◠‿◠✿)

somedays it takes longer for john to cave and start begging and apologizing, but he ALWAYS does (–aside from perhaps one time where he manages to get gale so flustered that he can't keep up his anger and frustration and john ends up bottoming from the top and absolutely rocking gale's shit <33)

but how long it takes for gale to give in (because he always would too, even if it means letting john whine and cry against his chest because gale won't let him come that night if he really needs to make a point about john's behaviour) would depend on the extent of john's bratting and how soft he's feeling for him that day

sometimes it doesn't take long; gale's riding him, and john keeps his hands obediently on either side of his head on the pillow, letting out the softest little noises every time gale rocks his hips down, and gale can tell he's really trying hard to make it up to him, that he was just acting up for attention earlier.

leans down to brace himself on one hand while he cups john's cheek with his other, can't help but smile when john leans into the warmth of his palm, melts when he tilts his head to kiss it. "oh, my sweet boy, there you are." takes john's hands in his own and places them on his waist, granting john permission to touch, and john knows he's forgiven.

on the flip side though, when john's really pushed things, especially if it's almost resulted in them getting caught, or getting suspicious glances shot their way, gale can be cold, shutting off that soft side, knowing that a quick little over the knee moment isn't going to remind john of why he's not meant to do things like that (and knowing that john's craving more than that).

he would never raise his voice, never shout, but he wouldn't need to for john to know just how serious he is. and on those days, depending on how he's feeling, he'd either use john for his own amusement as a form of discipline, wringing out orgasms from the man until late into the night, until he's writhing and begging for gale to be done, only receiving an "i thought this was what you wanted?" in reply, because gale would love how pretty john would look when he's teary and frustrated and flushed and trembling under his hands.

other times, it's not even about the sex itself, it is john being bent over gale's knee until he's sobbing, until the little moans at each hit turn into uncomfortable squirming, hands digging into gale's ankle where john hangs over him, and gale has to remind him "hands off."

and then he has john get on his knees, the thrill of satisfaction when he watches john wince as he sits his sore ass down on his heels. gale tilting his head back to have him look up at him with a sharp pull to the back of his hair, smacking him around until his cheeks have delightful red handprints and john's eyes are glazed over.

threading both hands into john's hair, using his mouth like that's all he is, the little gags and whines music to his ears, vindication for the fuckery he's been put through all day. holding john down until he can feel his throat contracting around him, not tears leaking down his cheeks, trying so hard to keep looking up at gale obediently but unable to help the way his eyes flutter closed.

on very rare occasions, he'll leave john high and dry after, making it clear that he's done a good job for him (because john needs the reassurance after anything more intense, and gale would never be upset enough to leave him without that) but that he's not allowed to get off today because he pushed things too far. and john will complain a little, but mostly he knows that gale is right and will fall asleep against his chest sniffling and worked up but not daring to talk back even more, knowing gale has his best interests in mind.

most of the time though, once he's come down john's throat and john is taking in ragged breaths looking up at gale with so much reverence and adoration in his eyes (and really there's a 50/50 chance john's probably ended up coming in his pants untouched at this point), gale will take his face in his hands, brush his thumbs over his cheeks to wipe away his tears, tell him how well he's done, watch john melt into his praises.

he'll crawl into bed with john and kiss him so sweetly while he jerks him off or lets him rut up into his thighs, john tucking his face into the crook of his neck, pressing open mouthed kisses and panting little 'thank you's against his skin, shaking apart in gale's arms. gale would kiss his forehead after, say "you're gonna be good for me from now on, yeah?" (even though he knows it's only a matter of time before john gets restless again). john promising that he will and falling asleep exhausted and drained but content having gotten what he wanted all along lol.

[mama-qwerty]

Heart to Heart

This was written WAAAAAAAY back when I first got into Sonic, when Callie was going to be Maria, and Shadow was gonna come in. It references ideas I had for my big Shadow story, which may or may not get written now, but I think you can infer the details from the piece.

It's been rotting away on my hard drive, so I thought I'd toss it up. Not sold on Shadow's character portrayal here, but, as I said, this was really early on in things and I was just playing with a scene in my head.

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Shadow sat on the deck steps, listening to the noises coming from the house. Silver’s sobs had quieted, but he could still hear the boy sniffling, his voice trembling as he spoke. Another voice answered him, calmer, soothing. Silver responded, and then there was quiet.

He sighed, dropping his head into his hands. He didn’t intend to hurt Silver, but he had anyway. Something inside him had urged him on. A whisper in the back of his mind. As though someone else had taken control of his body.

Was his chip still active? Those cold, hard thoughts had surfaced as they sparred, identifying Silver as ‘weak’ and ‘pathetic’. Shadow had teleported without thinking, landing a strong kick to the back of Silver’s head, sending the boy to the ground face-first, hard. Images flashed through Shadow’s mind then, of grabbing the back of Silver’s head and smashing it over and over into the hard dirt.

Weakness was not to be tolerated. It was to be eliminated without mercy.

Before Shadow could act on it, Silver had uttered a muffled cry, bringing a hand to his nose. It came away bright red, and Shadow had become himself again. Cold fear flowed into his belly, and he stood shocked at what he had done. Silver sat back on his ankles, lifting his head to the sky and releasing a loud sob, which brought Callie running.

She lifted Silver into her arms, ignoring the blood dripping on her shirt, and had shot Shadow a look the boy couldn’t identify. Anger? Shock? Fear? The one thing he was sure of was its meaning—don’t go anywhere.

He rubbed his hands down his face, uttering a soft moan in the back of his throat. All his life he’d wanted his freedom. To be out of the ARK and doing what normal kids do. To have Ria—Callie, her name was Callie now—with him and together they’d have fun and do things normal people do.

But he wasn’t normal. Tower had done things to him, had made him do things, that were terrible. He still had nightmares. Thoughts he was sure weren’t his. Memories that didn’t belong. There was so much stuff in his head, and he wished so hard he could get rid of most of it.

And that was just one part of his problems. The other was Silver. Callie kept referring to him as Shadow’s brother, which was absolutely not true. They weren’t brothers, Shadow didn’t have to care about him, the boy was simply an intruder in what should have been a nice reunion with Ria. Callie.

Silver was too needy. Too touchy.

Too weak.

Shadow closed his eyes tightly. He didn’t want to go down that mental road again. Stop it.

The kitchen door opened, and footsteps moved toward him. Callie lowered herself to sit next to him, elbows resting on her knees, her fingers intertwined.

They sat in silence for a minute. He dared a quick glance to his left and found her simply staring at her hands. Her face unreadable.

“How much trouble am I in?” he asked, his voice quiet.

She twisted her mouth and he smiled to himself in spite of the situation. It was something she always did when thinking. Moments like this reminded him that she really was still the person he loved back at the ARK. His Ria.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” she said, turning to him. Her voice was soft, no hint of anger. His smile dropped and he turned away.

“Didn’t he tell you?”

“I want you to tell me.”

“Why?”

“’Cause I wanna hear both sides. So spill.”

He sighed, letting his head fall into his hands again. “I kicked him and he fell on his face.”

“Okay, that I figured out,” she said, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Rewind a bit. How did it start? What were you two doing?”

Shadow lifted his head and stared out into the trees. “He wanted to learn to fight. To get better with his powers.”

She gave a short nod. “Probably not a bad idea, actually.”

“That’s what I thought. So I brought him outside to do a little sparring.” He turned to her. “Nothing major, I wasn’t really gonna hurt him or anything. But I was gonna throw some punches so he could practice blocking.” He gave her a pleading look. “I really didn’t want to hurt him. You have to believe me.”

She looked in his eyes for a second before smiling. “I believe you, Fuzzbutt. What happened next?”

He turned back to the trees, brow furrowing. “We did some back and forth for a bit, and he was getting pretty good at blocking and redirecting my punches. I added some kicks and he was doing really well. He managed to knock me down, and it was a pretty good hit. That’s when . . .” His brows drew together.

“When what?” she asked, her voice soft. “What happened, Shadow?”

He shook his head. “I . . . I don’t know. Suddenly it wasn’t fun anymore. I felt like I . . . wasn’t in control. I felt . . . cold. I could see myself getting up, and Silver must have seen something wrong because his face changed. He looked kinda scared. I teleported behind him, and kicked him really hard in the back of the head.” He grabbed his arms to hug himself. “My thoughts were so . . . violent. Like I really wanted to hurt him. Bad.”

Callie sat quiet for a minute. “Then what happened?”

He shrugged. “Then he screamed and I saw the blood and suddenly I felt like myself again. And I was so scared.” He turned to her. “Not of getting in trouble, but because I had done that. Without thinking. I hurt him, and would have kept hurting him if he hadn’t cried.” He released his arms and buried his face in his hands. “I can’t get his voice out of my head.”

“Silver’s?”

Shadow lifted his head to look at Callie, his muzzle pulled into a hateful snarl. “Tower’s. It’s his voice I hear when I have those violent urges. Those horrible images in my head. ‘Strength is power, Shadow. Weakness must be eliminated. To be weak is to be dead.’” He pushed the heels of his hands against his eyes. “He made me this way. Messed me up. I’m not a person anymore. Just some weapon to hurt people. Even when I don’t want to.”

“Hey,” Callie said, taking his hands away from his eyes and holding them in her own. “Look at me.” He opened his eyes and she locked them with hers. “You are not just a weapon. You’re a boy who was put through some horrible things, and you’re dealing with the trauma from that. I wish I could get you the help you need, but I can’t. I’m trying to read everything I can get my hands on about dealing with kids with trauma, but yours is such a unique case I’m not sure any of them could really help.”

She released his hands to cup his face. “Shadow, you’re my boy, and I love you so much. I know you’re hurting and dealing with such hard things. I wish I could take all that on myself. It kills me that I can’t. But I want you to know that I’m here whenever you’re struggling. You find me, and you tell me what you’re feeling. I’ll help you however I can.”

He pulled his face from her hands and turned away. “That doesn’t do any good when these thoughts appear out of nowhere. I was fine, until I wasn’t.” He screwed his eyes closed tightly. “What would have happened if he hadn’t screamed when he did? Would I have . . .”

“Stop it.”

He turned to look at her, brows furrowed.

“Shadow, I can’t pretend to know what happened to you,” she said, her voice quiet. “What they did to you. Tails said there was a lot of code on your chip. He managed to disable it as well as he could, but we didn’t have much time at the lab. It’s possible that some part of it is still active. But it’s also possible that what you’re experiencing is simply . . .” She rolled her hand, as though looking for the right word. “A conditioned response. A kind of muscle memory. You were ‘programmed’ to respond a certain way to certain stimuli. When you sparred with Silver, it’s very possible your training kicked in automatically. When you took that hit, you went into a sort of survival mode and reacted.”

Shadow turned back, his head lowered and looking at his shoes. It made sense. It was possible. “But that doesn’t explain the thoughts I had once he was down. If it was just survival mode, why did I . . . want to keep hurting him?”

“Because that’s what Tower would have wanted,” she said, her mouth twisting at the taste of the man’s name. “And you were programmed to his liking. But,” she said, giving him a half smile, “you didn’t follow through.”

“I thought about it.”

“But you didn’t. I was there from the very beginning, remember? I know how fast your reflexes are. If you really wanted to hurt him more, it wouldn’t have mattered if he cried. You wouldn’t have given him a chance to. Yes, you had those thoughts, but you did not act on them.”

He thought about this. That made sense too.

“Honey, I know you’re hurting. I know you’re having nightmares you don’t tell me about. I hear you at night. Sometimes you cry out in your sleep. And all I can do is sit by your bed and hold your hand.” She smiled at his shocked face. “You didn’t know I did that, did you?” He shook his head. “I sit with you until you calm down and fall into a deeper, more restful sleep.” She leaned closer to kiss his forehead. “I really wish I could scoop out all those bad thoughts of yours and take them on myself. So you could be free.”

He said nothing, but wiped the tears that had started running down his cheeks.

“You need to let me in, baby,” she said softly, running a hand down his spines. “I want to help you, but I feel like you’re intentionally keeping me out. Please, talk to me. Let me know what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling. We can figure this out. We’re stronger together than we are apart. Remember?” He nodded, swiping his arm beneath his nose. “Because we’re a family. You, me, and your brother.”

“He’s not my brother,” Shadow hissed, suddenly angry. He stood and moved to the edge of the deck. “Stop calling him that. He’s just someone who lives in the same house.”

“Shadow.”

Her tone was not one of anger, or of frustration. It was calm, but firm. He turned to her, brows furrowed. “He’s not.”

“And I’m not your mother,” she said, shrugging. “If you really want to argue semantics, I’m not your mother or your sister. I’m just some girl who was tasked with looking after you way back when.”

He crossed his arms, turning away. “That’s different.”

“Why?”

He turned back, muzzle pulled unto an angry snarl. “Because you were mine before you were his!” he hissed, the tears returning. “You were mine and he’s here calling you ‘mom’ and acting like he belongs here and getting all these hugs and kisses and it’s not fair I feel like the odd one out when you were mine first!”

Callie’s eyebrows shot up, as the true understanding of his moods clicked home. Yes, he was dealing with all the crap Tower did to him, but beneath that was the very real, very simple pain of feeling like the person he loved most in the world suddenly didn’t love him as much as she used to. That some other boy had taken his place within her heart. In her life.

“Oh, Shadow,” she said, turning toward him. “Oh honey. Is that what this is about? You think I love Silver more?”

He shrugged, wiping at his cheeks. “He’s not messed up. He’s not dangerous. He’s--”

“A refugee from a post-apocalyptic world,” she finished, her voice soft. Shadow gave her a look of shock, and she nodded. “He’d been on his own since he was five, in a world that was pretty much turned to ash from something that happened before he was born. There was little food or water, and he had to worry about roving groups of bandits finding him and slitting his throat for whatever meager supplies he had.”

He moved closer and sat back next to her on the steps. “I didn’t know that.”

“He was incredibly underweight when he came here. Dehydrated too. And scared, oh the boy was so scared because that’s the only life he knew up to that point. He’s so affectionate with me because he was extremely touch-starved. He’d literally never had a positive experience with physical touch since he lost his family when he was just a little boy. That’s why he’s such a snuggler.”

Shadow lowered his head to look at his shoes. “I guess that makes sense.” He didn’t know what else to say.

“Honey, I love Silver. In a lot of ways, he helped me work through your loss when he showed up. But baby, he never replaced you. He was somehow thrown into this world, quite violently actually, and he needed someone to take care of him. And I did. And I love that boy so much.”

She tucked a knuckle under his chin to make him look at her.

“And I love you so much. It’s not a competition. There’s not some set amount of love in my heart, like a pie that needs to be handed out in even slices. I love you both so, so much. You’re both my boys. My sons.” She ran a hand down his spines. “Now, it’s okay if you don’t want to call me Mom. It’s even okay if you don’t want to call Silver your brother. I can respect that. But don’t you dare think I love either one of you more than the other. You’re my Fuzzbutt. He’s my Bug. And there’s more than enough room in my heart for both of you.”

“Mom?” a timid voice from the kitchen door called. The two turned to see Silver standing there, half-in and half-out of the house. “The bleeding stopped.”

“I told you it would,” she said, reaching a hand toward him. “C’mere and lemme see.”

The gray hedgehog walked out, flicking his eyes quickly to Shadow, before moving them back to Callie. He lowered the ice pack he’d been holding to his muzzle. “My nose hurts.”

“Yeah, it’s probably going to be bruised for a few days,” she said, gently inspecting his nose and muzzle. “Just keep holding the ice pack on it for a bit longer. It should help with the swelling.”

“Okay,” he said, lifting the ice pack back up. “Can I have a popsicle?”

“Hmm, why don’t you wait until I come in? I think we’re just about done.”

“’Kay.” The boy turned and walked toward the door. He pulled it open and turned back. “Can I watch TV?”

“Sure, sweetie.”

Another eye flick toward Shadow, and then Silver was gone, back inside the house.

“So how much trouble am I in?” Shadow asked, pulling his shoulders up.

“Well, that depends,” Callie said, resting an elbow on her knee and propping her chin in a hand. “Did you actually listen to what I was saying, or did you just tune me out and nod in the appropriate places?” She bumped his knee with hers. “’Cause I know you do that sometimes.”

He gave a little laugh. “I listened. I didn’t know any of that about Silver.”

“Where did you think he came from?”

He shrugged. “Dunno. The same place Knuckles and Tails did? Or he could have been on Earth for a long time, like Sonic.”

“Nope. He came about a year an a half ago.”

“Oh.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Callie sighed. “I don’t want to punish you for something you might not have been able to control. But if I don’t do anything, Silver might think that I don’t think what you did was a big deal.”

He shrugged. “You can go ahead and punish me. I feel bad about what I did. A punishment seems right.”

She looked at him, a small smile on her lips. “You’re a good boy, Shadow.” He shrugged, his muzzle burning pink. “Okay, no video games. You set and clear the table every night, and help me do the dishes. For one week. Does that sound fair?” He nodded. “Do I have to tell you to apologize to your bro—ah, Silver?” He shook his head. “Good. Let’s head inside.”

They walked into the kitchen, and Callie pulled two popsicles out of the freezer. She handed them to Shadow, who walked into the living room, where Silver was watching TV.

“Here,” he said quietly, holding a blue popsicle out to the gray boy.

Silver flicked his eyes between the frozen treat and Shadow, finally reaching forward to take the offered pop after tossing his ice pack on the table in front of them. “Thanks.”

Shadow climbed onto the couch, sucking on his own popsicle. “I’m sorry I hit you like that.” Silver didn’t respond. “I really didn’t want to hurt you.”

They sat in silence for a minute before Silver spoke. “You changed right before you kicked me.”

Shadow turned to him. “What?”

“You changed,” Silver said, licking his popsicle. Blue food coloring was already staining his muzzle. “Your face. It got kinda scary looking. Like you were really mad.” He turned back toward the TV.

“Oh.”

Another few minutes passed. Silver finished his popsicle and now chewed on the stick. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “Do you hate me?”

Shadow jerked his head to the side. “What?”

“You don’t seem to like me very much,” Silver said, turning his golden eyes toward the dark hedgehog. “I’m not sure what I did to make you hate me. Whatever it was, I’m really sorry.”

Shadow chewed the last of his popsicle, considering what the younger boy said. “I don’t hate you, Silver.” He sighed. “I guess I was jealous.”

Silver cocked an eyebrow. “Of me? Why?”

Shadow shrugged. “Because Callie loves you so much.”

“She loves you too. When she found out you were still alive, she got really upset. She nearly beat up that commander guy to try and find you.”

“She did?”

Silver nodded. “It was kinda funny, but kinda scary. I’ve never seen Mom that mad before. And even when Tom got mad at her for not telling all she knew about you, she was still really focused on finding you. She never gave up. Even when you were beating up Sonic and Knuckles. She always wanted to get to you.”

Shadow thoughtfully chewed his popsicle stick. He knew she tried to get him to remember her during that . . . incident, but didn’t know any of the details.

“She really loves you, Shadow,” Silver said, his voice soft. “I know it bothers her that she can’t help you like you need. But she would do anything to keep you safe. You have to know that.”

Shadow nodded. “Yeah. I know.” He looked at the boy next to him. “She really loves you too. She told me about where you came from. How terrible it was. I’m sorry I never asked about it.”

Silver shrugged. “I don’t like to think about it, let alone talk about it,” he said, tossing his stick onto the melting ice pack on the coffee table. “It was . . . bad. I still have nightmares about it sometimes. But being here is so much better. I love it here.” He paused, his cheeks turning pink. “I love Mom. She was so nice, and took care of me right from the beginning. She made me feel safe. That’s . . . that’s something I hadn’t felt since my . . . my family was with me.”

Shadow smiled. “Yeah, she was with me for as far back as I can remember. She sang to me, and taught me, and made the time at the ARK fun. Well, as much fun as we could have, anyway. She was my only friend.” He furrowed his brows. “My only family.”

Silver was watching him, his brow pinched. “Shadow?”

The dark hedgehog looked over. “Yeah?”

“Do you think we could start over? Like, try to be more like friends?”

Shadow stared at the boy next to him for a long moment, before a smile curled his lips. He held out a hand. “Hi. I’m Shadow.”

A wide smile spread on the gray hedgehog’s lips. “I’m Silver,” he said, grabbing the offered hand and shaking it quickly. “Nice to meet you.”

[x-ceirios-x]

City of Ashes, Chapter 10: A Fine and Private Place

please see the masterlist for notes about this series/collection of works

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Clary couldn’t believe this was all happening. One moment, she was in the Seelie Court trying to explain the Downworlder murders to the Seelie queen and the next she was kissing Jace. Even after that, she woke up at 3AM to the Institute doorbell, only to find her best friend—boyfriend? That was new—near-dead in Raphael’s arms and got the news that Simon would be turned into a vampire. 

They took a subway up to the outskirts of Queens and allowed Raphael to run Simon there. He didn’t look happy about the hike, but it was better than taking an incredibly bloody, destroyed Simon through the subway system all the way there. They had to work quickly due to their limited time before daybreak. 

She sat with Jace as Raphael buried her best friend. They talked, sure, but she couldn’t entirely focus on anything. Too many thoughts clouded her ability to think clearly—conflicting feelings with Jace and Simon, and now her best friend was dead in a grave a few feet away from her. She insisted on being there when he rose, though, against Jace’s warnings. Raphael tried to hold her back, but the moment Simon started to claw his way out of the grave, she rushed for him. 

She stumbled, her ankle twisting as her leg sank into the dirt. She fell onto her knees next to Simon, who lay as still as if he really were dead. His hair was filthy and matted with clots of dirt, his glasses gone, his t-shirt torn down the side, blood on the skin that showed under it. “Simon,” she said and reached to touch his shoulder. “Simon, are you—”

His body tensed under her fingers, every muscle tightening, his skin hard as iron. 

“—all right?” she finished. 

He turned his head and she saw his eyes. They were blank, lifeless. With a sharp cry, he rolled over and sprang at her, swift as a striking snake. He struck her squarely, knocking her back into the firth. “Simon!” she shoulder, but he didn't seem to hear her. His face was twisted, unrecognizable as he loomed up over her, his lips curling back, and she saw his sharp canines, the fang-teeth, gleam in the moonlight like white bone needles. Suddenly terrified, she kicked out at him, but he grabbed her shoulders and forced her back down into the dirt. His hands were bloody, the nails broken, but he was incredibly strong, stronger even than her own Shadowhunter muscles. The bones in her shoulders ground together painfully as he bent down over her—

And was plucked away and sent flying as if he weighed no more than a pebble. Clary shot to her feet, gasping. She felt an arm around her, catching her as she stumbled forward. She could barely hear, only focused on the image of Simon she just saw. The next thing she processed was Raphael grumbling about how he told her to stay away from him. But she couldn’t—it was Simon. 

She turned into the person that caught her and realized it was Rowan. They didn’t look at her, only looked out to where Simon had just been thrown. However, they kept a strong grip on her—she couldn’t tell if they were trying to protect her from Simon or keep her from running to him. She didn’t have the energy to figure it out. 

Clary would have collapsed if they weren’t holding her up, her knees shaking and then giving out from under her. She sucked in a breath that sounded like a sob. “He doesn’t know me.”

“He knows you. He doesn’t care.” Raphael looked over his shoulder at Jace. “He is starving. He needs blood.”

She watched as Rowan shot Raphael a cold glare and Jace stepped forward, holding out the plastic bag like an offering. Raphael snathed it and tore it open, A number of plastic packets of red fluid fell out. He seized one, muttering, and tore it ipen with sharp nails, spattering blood down the front of his dirt-stained white shirt. 

Simon, as if scenting the blood, curled up and let out a piteous wail. He was still twitching: his broken-nailed hands gouged at the dirt and his eyes were rolled back to the whites. Raphael held out the blood packet, letting some of the red fluid drip onto Simon’s face, streaking the white skin with scarlet. “There you go,” he said, almost in a croon. “Drink, little fledgling. Drink.”

And Simon, who had been a vegetarian since he was ten years old, who wouldn’t drink milk that wasn’t organic, who fainted at the sight of needles—Simon snatched the packet of blood out of Raphael’s think brown hand and tore into it with his teeth. He swallowed the blood in a few gulps and tossed the packet aside with another wail; Raphael was ready with a second one, and pressed it into his hand. Simon tore into that one, too. 

Clary turned away and stumbled out of the clearing, hearing Jace call out for her but ignoring him, starting to run when she reached the trees. She was halfway down the hill when the pain hit. She went to her knees, gagging, as everything in her stomach came up in a wrenching flood. As the second wave of it hit her, she felt her hair move from her shoulders and a calm voice said, “It’s alright.” It wasn’t alright, though. Simon was a vampire and it was her fault. She felt a gentle hand running up and down her back. 

When it was over, she sat up and wiped her mouth with the edge of her shirt sleeve. Next to her sat Rowan again, slowly letting her hair fall around her shoulders again. She didn’t have the time to realize they were the one helping her when she felt her body give out from her again. They caught her and gently laid her in the grass, away from the mess she’d just created. She knew she was probably laying on someone’s grave, but she didn’t care. She rested her hot face against the cool dirt and thought, for the first time, that maybe the dead weren’t so unlucky after all.

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[hanajiya]

ARE YOU SURE?

⚡︎ . oc content :: evadne ♡ xenon

⚡︎ . when there is something you simply cannot understand, it is always better to just ask. // Evadne returns injuried from a mission, and as Xenon treats her, her mind wanders.

⚡︎ . dipping my feet into the waters of tumblr! one shot with my favorite pair of first generation lovebirds. ajdhcjdhsjfjdkshdh they’re definitely peace from folklore . would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

SILENCE had always been an eery, chilling noise. Deafeningly loud, it would plague Evadne's mind, and taunt her of all the nameless horrors to come. It did not matter how farfetched, for it would always end with her sobbing, uttering nonsense in Xenon's arms.

This time, she did not approach him with the intent of having his love soothe her fears. She'd been injured after a particularly rough mission, and he had chosen to stay behind and treat her. The quiet he brought did not phase her—did not haunt her like it usually would. Maybe, it was because it wasn't entirely noiseless, due to the sound of twinkling his potions would make when he stood to grab something from the stacked shelves.

Or maybe, it was the way she found her own tired gaze following him wherever he went. Her mind eventually lost itself in thoughts of him, his care, how he eyed her bloodied self with such concern it might as well have been pity. But he knew how much she despised it, and like so, she never saw an ounce of it on any of his rarely seen expressions.

For once in her life, she was not plagued. Her mind, in all its mercy, let the quiet shimmering, the footsteps against the hardwood floor, the ripping of bandages fill her ears until the deafening silence was no more. She hugged her legs closer to her chest, letting her dirtied hair fall into a rest in front of her face. The muddy, sticky sight made her wince.

"I thought you didn't like dirt," she spoke up, and at the same time as he did, glanced up at him. They locked gazes, and she held his, intent on getting an answer to her questions. "Am I special?" she jests, her voice muffled by how she'd buried her face in between her knees.

He hums, his eyebrows raising briefly in curiosity. He holds eye contact for only a moment more, before returning his attention towards treating her many injuries. This one, a sprained ankle, and she barely misses how his eyes darken at the sight. She chalks it up to her mind playing tricks.

"Its fine," he responds, bluntly, carefully gripping her heel to wrap potion soaked bandages around it. He falters the slightest, however, when she winces. "Are you okay?"

She nods firmly, her cheeks tinted red in embarrassment. "Nothing I can't handle. But, you, are you.. you're staying behind for me."

"That, I am," he says, then points out, "You sound surprised."

"Well, don't you have anything better to do?"

She raises her eyebrows, when Xenon huffs out in amusement. "If I had something better to do than treating my own wife, then, I wouldn't be a very good husband, would I?" He pauses to stare at his work. Satisfied, he sets her foot down, and looks up at her again. Worry swam in her lovely red hues, and his heart aches, pondering why. So, he asks,

"Tell me," his gaze softens, and so does hers. "Why do you ask such nonsense?"

"I didn't really.." she trails off into stammers, "That's, I was– I just didn't know, if.." she lifts her head, and its then does he see her small frown—a pout. He'll call her cute for it another time, when she's not so upset. As to why she is, though, he's yet to find out, so he guides her.

"It's okay, take it slow," he says, taking her hands into his 'til they rested on his palm. "Now," the corners of his lips upturn into a slight smile, encouraging her. He sees her eyes light up. "What is it, my love?"

"Are you sure about me?" she says, subconsciously shutting her eyes in fear of his reaction. ".. about us. I am everything you dislike, Xenon," 'I am dirty. Reckless. Dangerous, unpredictable, I am the Harbinger of Chaos. You, who is always so composed, who wants perfection above all..' "I don't.." she trails off, again, her words lodged in her throat. '..understand.'

"I am." He responds without missing a beat, his eyebrows knitting together out of concern. How his heart ached—who dared to put these kinds of thoughts in his wife's head? No, who else but him? "Eva, should there ever be a time where you doubt my words, I hope you would tell me like you did now."

"No matter the messes you get into. Know I will always be by your side." He lifts her hand to plant a kiss atop her bruised knuckles, "Nothing you do will ever deter me from loving all of you."

Her heart aches with a hopeless, unfulfilled pain, much like his did earlier. It aches, because despite his words, her doubts are not quenched. "What if, someday, you.."

"Then I will love you again," he says, "And again. I will fall in love with you, as I do everyday."

She falters, her bottom lip quivering. His lips on her fists, once so bittersweet, now felt like butterfly kisses on her bruises. The warmth floods through her heart, and the darkness in her mind relents. ".. You.." she sighs. He chuckles at this, his pride beaming after he's able to render her speechless.

"Are you okay, my love?" He pulls away from her hand to stare firmly into her eyes. Her gaze can only soften in defeat, "I am," she smiles, "I'm sure." Relief washes over him, and its told by how his shoulders visibly relax. She pretends not to see such a thing. "Then, let's go, alright? You need rest, both physically, and mentally.."

"Must I need the physical rest?" she sighs, "I feel as if I'd be better immediately if I were to.."

"Evadne," he scolds, with a smile on his face. "Enough. Let yourself rest."

".. You are absolutely sure I need it?"

"You little vixen."

[fives-lover]

Chapter 13: When the Dust Settles

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Kind of a filler chapter I guess? Does have a few things that'll be more relevant later though. past trauma (***BIG TRIGGER WARNING*** skip the 1st cut if you're triggered or bothered by mentions/suggestions of r*pe even though there are no details), blood, angst

“They need to go into two of the bacta tanks, make sure you keep an eye on their vitals. Get them out of the tanks if they fall too far. I doubt it’ll happen, but still,” Ari ordered. The droid didn’t respond as it led the two Jedi into a different room. Ari began making her rounds, actually using the droids to their full extent this time with longer procedures, there were too many in need of care for her to work alone. Rasha grimaced as she heard Ari getting closer from the other side of the curtain. “Alright, now, who do we have- Rasha?! What did you do?!” 

“It wasn’t my fault for once! Our gunship got shot down and I was pinned under a huge chunk of metal!” 

“Really?!” Ari asked, “And they didn’t send you up right away?” 

Rasha sat up, wincing when her leg moved. “You saw how the Generals were! We didn’t have any air cover the entire time.” 

Ari went around the corner, “TB-2, come here and take Rasha to the last tank.” She came back to Rasha’s bed. “I can always count on you to get hurt at some point, I guess. I’ll be there when you get out to check on that leg. Whoever reset it did good.” She turned and left, muttering to herself, letting the droid take over. 

Rasha was submerged in the bacta solution, left with only the oxygen being pumped through the mask and her thoughts with the constant pressure of being submerged surrounding her. She found it relaxing, almost meditative. 

---*TRIGGER SECTION*---

“Layla! Get off of her! Leave us alone!”

“Rasha! Help! Go get-” Layla fell to the ground.

Looking over, she saw blood spread across the walkway, unsure if it was her own or her sister's. Panic-filled and teary-eyed, Rasha reached out for her sister. Neither of them could move and the criminal was gone. She’d been thrown against the wall and forced to stay there when the man dropped something heavy on her shoulder and chest and did what he wanted to her sister.

She sobbed uncontrollably.“I’m... I'm sorry. I’m sorry. Just hang on a little longer." Rasha gasped for air and the object pressed further into her ribs, repeating more apologies. "Please. I need you to talk to me! Layla!" Her lungs burned more than her tear-filled eyes as she fought for each breath and attempted to stay conscious. "No, no, no... Layla!” She pleaded and watched as her sister, her best friend, bled out in front of her and heard sirens fading in and out around her as she finally passed out.

---Good to go now!---

She woke up drenched and freezing, all but falling out of the tank before taking the warm towel the droid had held out for her. Heart pounding, she frantically looked around to gauge where she was.

“Vital signs: back to normal,” TB-2 told Ari monotonously as it walked out of the room. 

Ari's eyes were wide as she looked her up and down. “Take a breath. You're alright. I'm right here, Rasha." She rubbed her hands up and down the large towel Rasha had wrapped around herself. "How’s your leg? It at least looks better.” 

Rasha looked down, completely forgetting why she was there and wiggled her toes before moving her ankle, then her knee. “Well, I can stand and move everything.” She continued shivering and looking around frantically as if to make sure she was actually in a medical bay and not bleeding out on a random walkway. She forced herself to take slower breaths. 

“Thank the Force for bacta or you’d still be in one of those beds wrapped up and not allowed to walk for weeks,” Ari weakly chuckled, pulling Rasha into a hug. 

“I’d go more insane than I already am,” she laughed and let go of Ari, “Where are the Generals?” 

“They just got out a few minutes ago too. You’ll all be able to get back down there soon. I just need to get an x-ray real quick to make sure everything is healed up. Promise me something?” 

“Not to get hurt again?” 

“Yea…” Ari chuckled and ushered Rasha to the main room to finish her check-up. “And to tell me what-“

“It’s not like it happens on purpose," Rasha rolled her eyes and dodged the rest of Ari's questioning, "and it's not like I can control whatever happens down there either.” Her only response was a glare and pursed lips before another droid took her to the X-ray machines and then to where the Generals were waiting. 

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The gunship landed, swapping occupants. “I’m sorry to leave you here, Rex. There’s still a lot to do.” Ahsoka stepped into the gunship. She was covered in dust and scratches. General Unduli's padawan, Barriss Offee, didn't look any better, but at least Rasha could see that they were both standing on their own. 

“You two have done enough destroying that factory. Go get some rest. We’ll let General Kenobi take it from here.” 

“Plus, Rex has me now too. He won’t come back in more than two pieces, Ahsoka, I promise,” Rasha joked, shoving her elbow into Rex’s side, making him wince.

“We’ll be back before you know it, Captain Rex,” Barriss gently offered. 

“Two might be one too many pieces,” Rex said, feigning concern. 

“Nah. I can’t make too many promises. Two is better than three or four.” Ahsoka and Barriss laughed as the doors closed and the ship was off the ground again. “Oh, alright, Rex. I won’t be more than one piece, okay? If I can help it at least,” she shrugged.

“Suuure. I guess I’ll just have to make sure that I go back in one piece by myself then,” he chuckled and put his helmet back on. 

Anakin approached the group after everyone moved inside to keep out of the approaching sandstorm, “what’s this? I didn’t expect to find you three up and about. Especially you, Rasha. That leg didn’t look too good.” 

“After enough time in a bacta tank, one longs for the mundane comforts of star charts,” Ki-Adi Mundi replied.

The three Generals discussed their next course of action over the map R2 had projected while the troopers were finally able to eat and tend to anyone that wasn't injured enough to be taken back up. Rasha went to a room that most of the men had decided was a good area to rest and all eyes shot to her before returning to their previous conversations when she didn't give any orders or information. She looked around the room for any of her boys and was being yelled at just before she was going to leave. 

“Rasha! There you are!” Echo called out. Fives immediately stood up, looking in the direction Echo had been waving from around the crates they'd been leaning on, and quickly walked over with a relieved grin once he had spotted her. Meeting her halfway across the room, he pulled her into a tight hug, sighing in relief that she was close again. 

“Um… Hi. Fives... Can’t. Breathe.” 

“Oh, sorry…” He let go quickly and turned bright red when he realized what he’d done now that he saw some of his brothers staring amusedly. “I’m glad you’re okay. Come on, the boys are all over here." He wanted to grab her hand and pull her through everyone but ultimately decided against it and just lead the way instead. 

“Hey, guys! I’m back!” Rasha waved at the group, pausing when she got closer. “What? Is everything okay?” 

Most of them waved and Jesse snickered while Fives sat back down, “Hi back, I’m Jesse. Nice to meet you.” 

“Shut up Jesse. But seriously, you all just looked at me like I grew a second head while I was gone… Is everything okay?” She asked and sat between Echo and Jesse, across from Fives. Fives watched her carefully, wanting to see if she was actually okay or if Ari got her fixed up just enough to come back down. Rasha was always needed to help everyone planet side, especially when missions resulted in high casualty and injury rates. He knew Ari would never do a job half done, especially not with Rasha, but he still had his concerns.

“Yep. Everything’s okay. It just got better now that you’re here!” Hardcase flirted and Fives shot him a glare that went completely ignored. “Last I saw you was when were all in the hangar. What happened after that?”

“Ship crashed, I got stuck, metal broke my leg. You know… The usual,” she jokingly shrugged, taking the ration bar handed to her. 

“Wait, what?!” Fives stopped messing with the wrapper on his own bar and felt like he was going to have a heart attack. 

“We crashed, just like pretty much every other gunship that went out?” 

He forcefully swallowed the lump in his throat, “yeah… but what was that last part?!” 

She smirked and raised an eyebrow, “The usual?”

“No! Before that!”

“I broke my leg under some metal from the gunship after the crash. One of the medics in the 212th didn’t let me move, so I couldn’t help much. I should've gotten his name, now that I think about it.”

“That bacta worked real fast then if you’re walking around already!” Jesse shoved her shoulder, “What else happened? Maybe it’ll be better than our story.”

“General Kenobi and General Mundi got hurt too. I didn’t let Obi-Wan move anymore once I could get someone to track him down.” Rasha took a bite of the bar and shrugged. “Obviously, I’m fine now. Fives, You can stop looking at me like that.” Her comm started beeping, “looks like I gotta leave now anyway. See you all in a little bit." She called over her shoulder and headed back to the main control room, "you better tell me what happened with you guys when I get back!”

“Will do!” Jesse yelled back.

Echo narrowed his eyes and looked between Hardcase and Fives still glaring at each other and elbowed Jesse, whispering, “what the hell is up with them?” 

Jesse shrugged, “no clue. They were just fine before the Captain came back.”

Ross leaned closer and turned to Echo, watching Fives and Hardcase having a silent argument, and whispered, “I think at least one of them is jealous.”

Tup scooted closer from Jesse’s other side to avoid getting caught up in whatever was going on between them. “What would they be jealous about? They were fine until she got back.” The four sat quietly for a moment trying to come up with any possible reason. Jesse, Echo, and Tup watched them while Ross watched the door for her, occasionally glancing at Fives and Hardcase.

The group was silent until Jesse finally whispered loudly to the other three. “I think I know what’s got them that way.” He grinned and glanced back to Fives. Fives and Hardcase had unconsciously moved further apart and weren’t even bothering to look at each other anymore, resulting in Hardcase zoning out and Fives absentmindedly playing with the wrapper his food had been in.

Ross and Tup moved closer, waiting for an answer when Echo caught on. “Ohhh… That makes sense. Now that I’m thinking about it, they have done this before but not like this.”

Tup leaned over Jesse. “Anyone wanna let me in on the secret? I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

Ross and Echo scooted closer so they wouldn’t be louder than necessary, even through their whispering. The four looked like a group of gossiping old ladies. Jesse glanced between Hardcase and Fives before finally answering. “I think they’re ‘fighting’ over Rasha.” He watched Ross and Tup try to figure out what he meant and leaned back against the wall with a satisfied grin.

Tup’s eyes widened, “oh-“

“Shh. She’s coming back. Just watch them.” Echo ordered.

She made her way back to the group and saw the men had rearranged themselves, only leaving space between Fives and Hardcase. “Couldn’t sit still?”

Fives' face lit up when he looked back up from the wrapper, not even realizing that anyone had moved, and shrugged. “Eh, you know how we get sometimes!” He gave Hardcase a hard glance as she moved to sit between them. 

“Um, sure... I guess…” She moved across the group to where she’d been earlier after noticing the tension, quickly turning her attention to Jesse. “Kinda liked it over here better… Now, you promised to tell me about what happened so get going!”

Jesse wrapped his arm across her shoulder and pulled her closer, “alright, are you ready to hear what happened to us? Rex is gonna hate it! I gotta go quick. I see him talking to someone by the door…” Behind Rasha, Tup glanced at Fives and Hardcase now glaring at Jesse and shared a knowing look with Ross and Echo. “So, we crashed like everyone else and General Skywalker and Commander Tano got into a fight about everything – like usual. Anyway, the wall we weren’t ‘going to be anywhere near’ started shooting at us so the three of them went on top to take the clankers out and disable the turrets. Next thing we know, they’re back on the ground and Rex is screaming the whole way down cause the General and Commander threw him off the wall just before it exploded! And then-” 

Rex crossed his arms and stared, looking like he was daring him to keep going, then pointed at Rasha, Jesse, and Echo. "We're gonna need you three, me, and some of Cody's men when we leave. The storm will be letting up soon." 

"Yes, sir." 

"But I just sat down!" Rasha complained. 

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[wei-otter]

Never Forgotten //Vader x F!Reader / Ch 1

(A/N, hiii! I’ve never written before but the awesome @dokoni-mo and other anons on the page encouraged me to give it a shot. sorry abt grammar lollll i was better at science than english. i honestly have no idea what i’m doing loll, but all i know is i love vader and i love the community on here! thank you guys for being here!)

You and Anakin grew up together on Tatooine. Once the time came, he continued on to become a jedi knight while you became a medic. Years later you are once again reunited, only he is no longer the boy you knew on Tatooine. He is now Darth Vader, feared with lord. Was this a cruel trick of time? or was it your destiny all along.

Warnings: slavery, mentions of broken bones, terrible punctuation

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The bright suns adorning Tatooine’s warm sky served as your morning alarm. With a yawn you got up and got ready to head to the junkyard to assist your “employer” Watto. You grabbed your small backpack full of bandages and other first aid equipment, usually there would be some incident where someone would need patching up and you were the only one who seemed to actively care. You didn’t really know how you ended up on Tatooine, orphaned, and working for a low life junk dealer. What you did know was the only thing keeping you going were the Skywalkers, Watto’s slaves.

You arrived at Watto’s depot and surveyed the area for your Watto’s youngest slave, Anakin. Searching around the sand covered scraps you finally found him crouched over, collecting bolts in a small sack. Quietly creeping up on him you pounced onto his back.

“Ahhh” he shouted

“Hey Ani! What’s up?” You asked

“The suns, duh” he retorted

Rolling your eyes you told him that’s not what you meant. He responded with a small smirk.

“Where’s Watto?” You asked

“Out, I guess, I think he went to make a trade the next town over”

Nodding, thank the stars, Watto made you feel as if you needed to take a bath every time you ran into him, but he was the only one interested in a “free child” when you were found. Most wondered why he didn’t just make you a slave, but in his own weird way he felt bad for you (odd coming from him). So he allowed you a room in his junk yard and the title of “service apprentice”, though in reality you were just a glorified slave.

Tugging on your arm, Anakin pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Come on, lets go back to my house, I wanna fix up my droid”

Upon arriving at Mos Espa’s slave quarters, you saw Shmi, Anakin’s mother, cleaning machinery outside of their house.

“ Mom! I found the rest of the parts!” Ani exclaimed

Shmi turned with a smile, “That’s wonderful darling! I see you brought back someone else too! How are you today F/N?”

“I’m doing great since Watto’s gone”

She bent down to your height and winked “me too”

She walked inside and you smiled, turning to follow Anakin. Abruptly you were stopped by a child’s cry. Though you were only a child yourself, you felt the obligation to help everyone. You ran over to a girl, only a few years younger than you and held her cheek.

“What happened?”

Through her sobs she managed to say she tumbled over something on the stairs. She told you her parents were with their master so she was all alone.

“Ok, it looks like you may have broken your ankle, I need to look at it, to see for sure. This might hurt, so just hold onto me, ok?”

She nodded with tears in her eyes. Slowly you lifted her pant leg, she flinched and tightened her grip on you. Getting a better look at the leg of saw it was in fact broken, and there was a large scrape on her small knee. Sighing, you took out some bandages and ointment from your bag. You dabbed at the scrape and placed the healing ointment on it. As for the leg, you looked around and found a small stick that you created a makeshift brace with. After wrapping her leg you gave her something to numb the pain.

“It’s gonna be ok, your mommy will be back soon, alright?”

You placed her on your back and brought her into the Skywalker’s house. Shmi noticed the other child and rushed over to you.

“What happened?!”

You handed the toddler over to her and explained, she thanked you for looking out for the kid.

“ Thank you F/N, You are so responsible, I just know you will do great things”

You smiled and walked outside to locate your friend. Abruptly Anakin grabbed your hand, your eyes widened as he was almost nose to nose with you.

“Come on, I want you to be the first to see R2!”

He wanted to show you?

First?

You blushed a bit and squeaked out an “ok”. Roundish the corner you saw the can shaped droid and smiled. Ani really was a talented mechanic.

“F/N this is R2! And R2 this is my best friend F/N”

R2 blinked and beeped at you, laughing as you waved back.

“Wow Ani! This is awesome! You’re so smart!”

He smiled, “thanks F/N, but I’m not the one healing people, that’s all you.”

He noticed.

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Later that evening the suns were beginning to set and Watto was back. He, Shmi, Anakin, and you were in the corridor of Watto’s shop. Shmi cleaned the new trade he brought back, Anakin organized some inventory, you made Watto’s food, while Watto watched you three work.

“Ouch!” Anakin cut himself on a jagged scrap. Before his mother could even turn and react, you were by his side taking care to disinfect it.

Shmi watched tenderly at the scene before her, in her heart she wished for you two to stay by each other's side.

“Look at you two, I can already hear the wedding bells”

You and Anakin looked up at her

“Ewww, gross mom”

You laughed along but deep down you wanted her implication to come true. From his chair Watto let out a wheezy laugh, drinking from his bowl

“If those two get married they better stay working for me. We’ve got a mechanic and a medic, one who can cook at that, heh”

The three of you awkwardly laughed along. Continuing with your respective tasks you couldn’t help but feel down at Anakin’s response, “eww”? You felt your heart sink as you played that over and over.

Little did you know he was replaying your laugh in his head.

“I was gonna just agree, but she laughed at the idea. I guess I was wrong about her feelings…”

He decided not to dwell on the interaction. At least you were still here with him, even if not in that way.

Weeks later some strangers walked into the junkyard two men in odd robes and one girl, looking only a few years older than you. You were going to greet Anakin as he walked in, but he didn't see you. Instead he shifted his focus on the other girl.

“Are you an angel?”

Your heart fell.

“what?” She asked

“An angel, I heard the deep space pilots talk of them. They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe”

You felt like crying, you were there when he overheard the pilots, you discussed what angels would look like with him. What hurt more was that she did, she did look like one. How could you ever compare? __________________________________________

The men, known as Jedi, finally left with the girl, “Padme”. You felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest. You had Ani back, though he was different. He had a new passion about him. He had a purpose.

He explained to you that he would become a Jedi. He was the chosen one.

After the first few weeks he stopped bringing up that girl, much to your delight. You two became Ani and F/N again.

For the years leading up to Anakin’s departure to Coruscant you two became closer than ever, basically glued to each other's side. And with your growing bond, your feelings grew too. You loved Anakin. How could you not? You wished endlessly for some way to follow him down the path of the jedi, but you simply could not. Not only was your life set down a different path, Anakin would not allow you to follow him.

“This life is a dangerous one. I don’t think I would be able to bear it if something happened to you.”

He never outright said it, but you hoped this was his way of telling you he loved you. You were deeply saddened because you knew the ways of the Jedi from Ani’s explanations. There was no room for love or attachments in that world. Plus you figured you two would not see each other for many years once you went to study medicine and he went to train.

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Once the faithful day arrived you woke up bright and early to see Anakin off. You were there with R2, C-3PO, Shmi, and his new master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He hugged his mother and said bye to his droids then came to you.

“Hey, don’t be sad F/N, we will meet again, I’ll make sure of it. And in the future I won't just be some boy from Tatooine. I will be Anakin Skywalker, the chosen Jedi knight, i'll be somebody.”

You clenched your jaw trying to keep your tears in. Looking into his eyes you jumped into his embrace.

“You already are somebody Ani”

You could feel him smile. You wanted to finally tell him your true feelings, but were stopped by an unknown force. You met Obi-Wan’s gaze, he looked at you as if to scold you. He saw how you two were, he saw your bond, he now needed you to let Anakin go. You closed your eyes and held him tighter. You finally let go and couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face. Anakin softly brushed away your tears and Shmi came over to hold your hand as she kissed her son’s head. Anakin pulled away and gave one last look before turning to board the ship.

You felt an intense feeling of dread. Deep down you knew this was the last time you would see your Anakin Skywalker.

Their ship took off and right away you turned on your heels and began your own departure. You were off to study methods of medicine throughout different systems. Anakin was not the only one with a big future and big obligations. You may not have lived with your loved ones as a child, but you wanted to do all in your power to make sure others could have a chance with theirs.

You were closing your bag when Shmi came over to you, she laid a loving hand on your shoulder

“I’m so proud of you. You and Anakin both have brought me so much joy I cannot begin to explain. My son will be protecting others and you will be healing them.”

Already emotional you melted into her arms. She brushed your hair with her worn hands.

“I know he never said it, but a mother always knows. He loved you too.”

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[dabisqueen]

Bondage and Temperature play? 🔥

I combined these similar asks again.

Warnings: 18+, smut, bondage, blindfolding, temperature play, a bit of overstimulation

When Dabi asked you to come over for a relaxed evening at his place, you thought of cuddling, maybe watching TV.

Completey unexpected did you find yourself with your wrists tied to the headboard laying on his bed. Your knees were fully bent, kept it in position by binding them with ropes, and pulled up to your chest, your ankles tied to your thighs.

"Dabi," you tried moving, "What are you…"

"Shhh, just relax." His cyan eyes snapped up at you, "You wanted to relax, right?"

You knew that expression of his - it didn't allow any objections. With a defeated sigh you let your head drop back in the sheets of the bed.

You laid below him, mating press, sex completely exposed when a pleased smirk spread across his face. "Now for the final touch–" and pulled out a blondfold, slipping it over your eyes.

Completely in the dark, you felt the mattress move under you as he shifted his weight. His warm hands ran reassuringly up your thighs until they came to a halt at the crease right above your dripping cunt.

"Dabi please–" you whined, hating how you were kept in the dark.

But he didn't respond, you could just make out the soft sound of him breathing.

You shakily inhaled, body tensing as he started moving his hand again, coming to a rest right over your throbbing clit as it started drawing slow gentle circles over it.

So thankful for his careful touches you let the tension ease again – when you noticed something off. His hand started getting warm, hot, almost painfully so as he continued his languid pace.

"Dabi, what–" but he shushed you again, his half-lidded eyes drinking in your trembling, overstimulated figure.

"Dabi, shit–" you whined out and then you felt him prodding his other hand at your dripping entrance.

"Please wait," the cry you let out tipped into a wail as he plunged three fingers in at once.

And they were singing hot.

The combined heat in your cunt and on your clit shot straight into your brain, frying all your rational thoughts, as you helplessly sobbed for air, body tensing up again.

Writhing your body to escape the almost unbearable heat between your thighs, you cried out, tears spilling down your eyes. Dabi didn't stop though, ignoring your repeated pleas to stop and kept pleasuring your body. Slowly the pain dulled out and turned into a throbbing tautness in your core, pulling your unsides togeter until you felt youreslf tightening around his digits.

With your back arching you came undone beneath him.

As the bindings kept you forced into a compact position, the orgasm was close to painful, surging through your body at full force. Your skin felt like dipped into salt, every nerve ending on fire. The tension peaking inside your belly exploded with mind-blinding force, a stream of fluid spraying all over Dabi's hands and arms, soaking the sheets below you.

You choked out a sob, while he helped you ride out your high, still quiet except for his now strained breathing, while your whole body trembled and shook in the aftermath of your heat induced climax.

Your body a mess, tearstained cheeks, he let go of you, pulling his fingers out with a lewd wet sound.

Still not nit making a sound, still keeping you in the dark, you heard the faint sound of some metal clicking, fabric bristling and then the mattress moved again as his thighs pressed against yours.

Something wet, silky-soft and hot slid up and down your folds and you noticed right away by the metal piercing that it was the tip of his cock.

Before he pushed in though, his thumb came to rest on your oversensitive nub, starting to rub circles on it, getting warmer and warmer by the second.

Dabi Kinky Week

[marvelfanfics1]

"Shh, It's okay, Daddy's here"

(GIF not mine)

Request: Maybe when Loki needs to take care of dangerous business and the reader gets scared and Loki comforts her?? Idk

Pairing: mob!daddy!Loki x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, Angst, gun shots, light violence (on reader)

⭒𖥸⭒

Loki was supposed to meet one of his enemies to make a deal because he got told they want to work with him in peace. What Loki didn't know is that this was all just a lie, so him and his men left the apartment.

His enemy thought that with Loki and his bodyguards out, the apartment would be clear. What they didn't plan was that you were there with some minions to protect you.

They didn't care though and went on with their plan, so they began shooting them down. One by one.

You were laying on your stomach on your shared bed, feet dangling in the air, paci in your mouth, and watching your favorite show.

"Hey, little-" he started but you cut him off sobbing.

When you heard shooting you flinched, turned over to grab your phone, and hid under the bed quickly. The shooting continues while you tried to call your daddy desperately.

"D-Daddy there are bad p-people" you whimpered and let out a short scream after you heard another shot. " 'M scared"

"Okay, you need to listen carefully, stay on the phone. Where are you now?" he was already on his way, driving as fast as he could and clutching his phone so hard it could break any minute.

" 'M under da bed" you heard the door being opened. "Someone's here..."

You put a hand before your mouth, trying to stifle your cries.

"Daddy is almost there! Don't worry nothing is going to happen to you. I will-" he got cut off again by you screaming. "Princess? Hello?... FUCK!" he tossed the phone aside and clutched the car wheel tight, ignoring any red lights.

You were pulled out from under the bed by your ankles, seeing a man with short hair and with some cuts on his face.

You only cried and prayed for this all to be over soon when suddenly the man got pushed away from you.

"What do we have here?" the guy smirked. He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and with the other, he grasped your throat. "I only wanted the money back he owes me but you..." his eyes trailed down your body. "Are far more pleasant"

You were coughing and gasping for air. You didn't care where the guy was and only crawled in a corner behind an armchair, placing your hands over your ears and shutting your eyes.

You heard two more muffled gunshots and then it went so quiet you could swear you heard your heart beating.

"Princess? It's Daddy, I'm here" what he said goes deaf to your ears and when he touched your knee, you flinched and shuffled more into the corner.

"I could never hurt you, little one. Look, it's me" you lifted your head and saw through tears the facial features of your daddy.

"Pwease don' hurt me..." you whimpered quietly and Loki's heart breaks at your reaction. You were so scared you didn't even register he was there.

"Dada..." you croaked and fall into his arms. He wrapped your legs around his waist and rocked you back and forth.

"Shh, it's okay, daddy is here" he stroked your back and tried to calm you down.

When he got a better glance at you his chest tightened. Your neck was bruised and your face was strained with dried tears.

One of his men came in and Loki shoot him a warning glare. He nod and left the room, knowing it would be better to wait for further instructions when Loki calmed you down.

Your heavy sobs quiet down to sniffles and when you looked up at him Loki waited for you to say something, anything. When you didn't he pressed his forehead against yours.

"I'm so sorry, little one. I shouldn't have left you alone here. Daddy is sorry" he whispered, fighting his own tears, he needed to be strong for his baby now.

"'S okay daddy" you mumbled and buried your face in his neck.

"No, it's not okay. Daddy brought you in danger and he will never forgive himself"

"I do, I forgib you" he just cuddled you closer and kissed your head.

"Come, let's get you in a nice bath, and then you can watch whatever you want," he said and stood up with you, arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist.

When he walked into the hall he motioned for his men to get the body out of his bedroom and clean the rest up.

Loki sat down on the toilet seat and stripped off your clothes while the water runs into the tub. He got you settled in the warm water and stripped himself, joining in behind you.

You leaned back against his chest and played with his hands that were around your waist.

When you were done bathing he got you dressed in comfortable pj's and decided to go with you to the guestroom for that night.

You both got settled on the bed and Loki let you pick a movie. Then, he pulled you close to him and you sighed in relief.

"Daddy will always be there to protect you, little one. I love you" he whispered and you pecked his lips.

"I lub you too daddy"

[peakyblindersxx]

May I request a john smut in which, despite being the cocky beast that he usually is, he manages to get all gentle and intense when, after years of mutual pining, he finally makes love to ada's best friend who's younger and totally inexperienced. Idk I just need this to be fucking intense, like John suffocating his desire for ages and now finally indulging in his worst temptation and showing her what lust is... please i'll burn in hellll

a/n: first of all let me say: this killed me. like, it’s literally all i can think about. god help me. but thank you so fucking much for requesting this bc i liked it sooo much that i decided to make a mini series out of it with the help of my babe @stxdyblr-2k who was sweet enough to offer to ghostwrite on the series 🥰 and to all my other angels who requested fics, don’t worry i will get them done! just wanna give you guys the best quality work i can. my 1st priority are some tommy requests i got, as well as some michael ones after :)

love, abi xxx

whiskey business - john shelby x reader (1 of ?)

warnings: nsfw! eventual smut, slow burn, john being sexy as all hell but also soft

John couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. From the moment you walked into the Garrison, arm loosely linked with Ada’s, clad in a black lace dress that hugged you just right, he couldn’t stop staring. Even Tommy and Arthur had noticed, cracking some joke about him being pussy whipped. The words floated right over his head, his mind on one thing only. The last time he had seen you, you were barely eighteen, cheeks pink as you waved goodbye out the train window to Ada as she sobbed. Ada had always had a flair for the dramatic, but the two of you had practically been attached at the hip your entire lives. So, he consoled her, reminding her that university wasn’t forever, that you would be back soon enough. And back, you were, red-stained lips sipping at a glass of something that Ada had practically shoved in your face. You weren’t a girl anymore, black heels crossed at the ankle as you sat across the room in a booth, laughing as Ada waved her arms, telling some sort of story.

“Just fuckin’ talk to ‘er, John-boy,” Arthur’s voice cut through John’s train of thought like a sharp knife, and he focused his eyes on his two brothers sitting at the booth across from him, clouds of smoke from Tommy’s incessant smoking heavy in the air around them.

“Fuck off,” John returned as he stood, earning a chuckle from Tommy.

“That’s right,” Arthur shouted as John made his way towards the bar, rolling his eyes at his older brothers. “Make sure you show her a real good time, eh?” Arthur’s voice was soon drowned out by the crowd around John, as they parted to let him walk through. He didn’t even see them, his eyes trained on your smile. Fuck, you were pretty.

***

“So, then I fucking kicked him in the balls.” Ada’s eyes sparkled triumphantly as she recalled the time she’d incited a riot, managing to cause great injury to a certain part of a policeman’s body. She did so casually, like it was no big deal. You couldn’t control your laughter as Ada grinned, pleased that she’d been able to make you laugh. “Fuckin’ missed you, Y/N,” she professed, shooting the rest of her gin and gesturing at the bartender to “leave the fuckin’ bottle, already.”

“Missed you too,” you smiled back at her, happy to be back in Birmingham in the company of an old friend. London was beautiful, but lonely. There was something inside you that missed the dirty streets, the crowded pubs bursting with familiar faces.

“Had to come over here myself to make sure it was you,” A deep voice interrupted your reverie and you looked up to see none other than Ada’s older brother John, looking even handsomer than the last time you’d seen him, in a grey-three piece suit, a cigar hanging from his lips. You’d had the hugest crush on him growing up, and the butterflies swimming around in your stomach seemed to confirm that you still found the tallest Shelby brother irresistible.

“Hi, John,” You offered him a shy smile and scooched over as he slid into the booth next to you, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. You couldn’t help but drink in the smell of his cologne, the various drinks that Ada had encouraged you to down making you press yourself closer to him.

“M’kay, if you’re going to fuck, at least wait until I’m gone.” Ada’s voice snapped you out of it and you looked away, a pink blush staining your cheeks.

“Says the one who managed to fuck three of my best mates before you left school,” John retorted, causing Ada to roll her eyes, shooting her whiskey and pouring the three of you another glass each.

“I feel like getting drunk, and I’m not doing it alone,” Ada announced, causing both you and John to crack a smile at her forcefulness.

“Good thing we took a cab here,” you returned, before shooting your whiskey. If you were going to have to stare at John all night, you thought, you might as well be drunk doing it. Wasn’t like he was going to be staring back.

***

Ada was shitfaced, dancing in the middle of the pub. Luckily, Isaiah had stepped in as her partner, making sure her stumbling didn’t cause her to trip and fall. Unluckily for you, this left a tipsy you and John alone tucked into a booth in the corner of the room, out of view. The conversation was friendly, and you were trying your best to keep your mind off the way you could see John’s forearms practically bulging out of his suit. It wasn’t fair, you thought to yourself, for him to walk around looking like that. Especially when you knew that he was probably fucking the latest movie star, or something. It was almost impossible for you to keep your head straight, yet you managed to keep it civil. However, you couldn’t help your gaze from drifting to his lips. God, they were so pink and looked so soft, it was unfair. You couldn’t stop yourself from imagining how they’d feel on your mouth, let alone other parts of your body. Jesus, you were fucked.

A third of a bottle of whiskey later, you couldn’t help but let yourself slide closer to him, heart beating fast in your chest as you sat tucked into his side, his arm around you as you laughed at a joke he’d made, something about the stick up Tommy’s ass. Your eyes shone as they met his blue ones, his arm sliding down until his fingers were brushing against your waist, radiating heat into your skin.

“Y’know, I’d tell you how fuckin’ pretty you look tonight, but I think you already know that,” John rumbled into your ear, lips just barely brushing against your neck. Your breath hitched, and he noticed, a small grin spreading across his lips.

“You’re something else, you know that?” You shot back, a small smile threatening to take over your lips.

“M’not just sayin’ that. Couldn’t take my eyes off ‘ya, since you walked in.” John wasn’t kidding. For a second you didn’t know how to reply, staring up at him with a slight look of disbelief. The whiskey, however, had other plans, and had decided to respond for you.

“Can't keep your hands off me now." You smirked, waiting for him to escalate the moment, anticipation and liquor silencing the blaring alarm in your mind. God, you shouldn't want him as badly as you do.

"Can you blame me?" He muttered, dragging his fingers across the lace of your dress, tracing the pattern's loops absentmindedly, watching your jaw tense and lips part to take a gasping breath, your jacket having long vanished into the chaos of the pub. Your arms wound themselves around his neck, fingers twisting into his short hair. "Fucking come 'ere lass."

His strong arms lifted you onto his knee, gripping a thigh to help you balance, the friction of his rough hand against the stiff fabric pushing your dress up slightly. The need for more and the desire to know him completely intoxicated you far more than anything from a bottle; you'd never felt as though you were on fire from your drunk hookups. His fingers found the zip of your dress, tugging it down desperately, gripping the flesh of your exposed shoulder blades. A small groan erupted from your lips as you felt him chuckle below you, pressing a thumb to your lips to quieten you.

"John," you whined, pouting playfully against his thumb.

"I'll sort you out, I swear," He muttered, slipping his thumb between your lips. Instinctively, you sucked, locking eyes with him, his hand straying from your back to roughly grab your jaw, holding your gaze. "But if you're going to scream your 'ead off, we'll get caught."

"You wish you could make me scream, John-lad."

"Come off it, I could ruin you, Y/N." He stated, lifting your jaw, as though memorising the construction of your face, tone brimming with a cocky confidence only John could make attractive. "You want that?"

"More than anything." The words tumbled out of your mouth thoughtlessly, watching how his jaw tightened in response as you attempted to read his expression. He studied you for what must've only been a few seconds, but the moment passed so slowly, you could barely remember what it felt like to not be examined by his dominating blue eyed stare.

His grip guided your face to his, fingers tilting your chin so John's lips could brush against yours, before pulling you into a heated almost aggressive kiss, the straps of your dress barely grazing your shoulders, the hem of your dress bunching around your waist as he reached down your back to grab your bum in a firm squeeze. Your mouth gaped open in a gasp of pleasure, John taking the moment to run his tongue against your lips, gaining access and deepening the kiss. You were so caught up in the thrill of John's seduction that you hadn't noticed his hand suddenly pull away after moving your skimpy underwear to one side. You had instinctively ground your hips against him, he'd broken the kiss to let out a string of curses, complimenting you through his quickening breaths (“Fuckin’ wet for me already, aye?”), gripping your thigh. But as soon as he had pulled the thin silk from your thighs, the atmosphere shifted, his lip curling in frustration as his hands left your skin as though your flesh was suddenly scalding.

"John?" You prompted, resting a hand on his shoulder, noticing the dark shadows under his eyes for the first time.

"It's getting late."

"What?" Your voice sounded high and whiny, you mentally scolded yourself for sounding so needy. It was embarrassing to be rejected by the man you've admired for many years, but even worse to be openly vulnerable and so pathetic in front of your best friend's brother.

Ada.

Oh fuck.

Realisation hit you, it was either that or the unholy quantity of alcohol you'd downed which turned your stomach. You had gone too far this time. It was one thing to flirt with John and desire him from a distance, it was an absolute betrayal to have sex with him, knowing Ada's insecurity about being used to get close to her gangster brothers- sex, power and politics. You had sworn during those tearful walks around the canal that you'd never hurt her. You couldn't do that to her.

Your sudden panic must've been obvious, you tried to stand up from John's lap, stumbling slightly, only regaining balance due to a sudden arm across your back, anchoring you upright.

"No one has to know. It's our secret yeah?" He muttered into your ear, his words comforting.

You nodded silently, the reality of the situation settling in. Your hands are shaking by your sides, John catches them, locking his fingers with yours.

"It's fine, now. Nothing happened yeah?" He stood up in front of you, his muscular physique looming before you, the creases across his torso reminding you that just a few minutes ago his body was under yours, he was breathless, needing your skin against his, desperate and vulnerable. "I'll zip you up. Turn around."

His hands dropped from yours to fumble clumsily with your zip, struggling in the gloom and fog of intoxication, he eventually succeeded, the lace clinging to the curve of your hips, waist, back and chest again. You wished it was him instead that was skimming your figure but you pushed the thought away with a simple, "Thanks."

"I'll walk you home yeah?" He offered, as he straightens your skirt and his tie, allowing you to fix his crumpled shirt collar and the row of shining buttons below his throat which you'd ripped open as he whispered dirty nonsense in your ear, smirking at how you arched your back and swore back at him through your moans.

"Isaiah already said he would, it'd be better for us both that way. You know how people around here talk." You replied, glancing at the mirror on the wall of the booth to quickly smooth your tousled hair. Despite only recently returning to Small Heath, you'd already encountered the rife gossiping and quickly realised your neighbour was incapable of minding his own business. "Nobody has to know, right?"

John nodded, disappointed but appreciating your rationale and quick thinking despite your state, "Right."

"Good night, John," You said politely, ignoring the tension in his tone and the sudden soft sadness of his eyes, turning your back and walking to the door. Back to the sticky dance floor, back to Ada, Isaiah, Finn, Tokyo, back to spilling drinks, ashing cigarettes, back to noise, safety and far from the man who made your morals vanish with the same lines he uses on probably every single one of his conquests. Fuck it. You were going to enjoy it, you sped up your pace in your heels, trying to ignore your shaking legs. You tried to ignore the guilty twang in your gut when Ada screamed your name across the pub and stumbled over, dragging some lad on her arm, pressing drunken kisses to your forehead and cheeks.

You couldn't help but look back to see his shadow sloping away into the darkness of the booths closer to the dance floor, being bullied mercilessly by his brothers you assumed. You watched him fake a smirk, take the knuckles to his brow from Arthur, snap an insult back to Thomas and settle into his rightful seat. You only shifted your gaze to Ada for a moment but when you looked back up, he was staring at you, jaw tense, icy stare burning into yours, arms folded on the table, the gold chains of his sleeve garters barely glinting in the dim light. He looked away but you could see his cheeks were flushed with blood even in the glow of the oil lamps.

Pretending nothing happened was going to be impossible.

***

to be continued!

[separatist-apologist]

acotar characters at the beach? who’s building sandcastles, who’s caught in a rip tide, who’s burnt half to death, who hates sand?????

17. Amren- Refused to go.

16. Azriel- trapped under an umbrella, wearing ALL BLACK, scowling. He hates sand. It's course and rough and irritating...and it gets EVERYWHERE. He's posting a tweet as we speak about winter being the best season.

15. Rhysand- lost his designer sunglasses in the ocean within the first five minutes. Demands everyone stop what they're doing to look. "RHYSAND THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING" yells Nesta from her beach chair. He never finds them, joins Azriel beneath the umbrella.

14. Gwyn- TOO PALE. Sunscreen every thirty minutes or the worst sunburn you've ever seen in your life. Only came to read, wore a long maxi dress. Cannot be cajoled to get in the water. Complains about the heat the whole time.

13. Eris- Puts one toe in the water, SCREAMS something touched him, and joins Gwyn/Azriel/Rhysand under the umbrella. Also lathering himself in a thick layer of sunscreen every half an hour. Lower on the list only because he brought alcohol and spends the rest of the day shaking up margaritas and slowly getting everyone very, very drunk. When called out, declared ice has water in it, therefore he is doing everyone a favor.

12. Elain- brought a very cute flamingo floaty to lounge on, immediately is dragged out to sea. Doesn't realize it until friends on the beach are little dots in the distance and has to be rescued by the coast guard. Is a good sport about it, and afterwards agrees to lounge in the shallows, carefully watched by the others. Great tan. Very drunk at the end of the day, pukes in the water and sobs she's ruined the fishes home.

11. Emerie- Came to sun tan and sun tan only. SPF 15, proudly declares she doesn't burn. She doesn't, which is an affront to Eris (and God). Literally stunning- WHY ISNT SHE SWEATING? Sticks out leg to trip Cassian when he runs by, and vaults a beach ball so far down the beach it is only ever seen in their dreams.

10. Feyre- too much time spent cajoling Rhys to come out of umbrella. Does shots with Mor before deciding to get into water. Caught in a riptide, also has to be rescued by coastguard. Spends rest of day with Mor, doing shots and dancing until she passes out in a chair.

9. Jurian- Can't swim, thinks it'll be fine as water is only knee deep. Panics IMMEDIATELY. Gets drunk later on and wades back into the water to fight it personally.

8. Lucien- bronzed and handsome and utterly unable to stand in the waves. Immediately toppled to the ground when a mild wave catches him about the ankles. Has to be rescued by a gasping with laughter Cassian. Spends the rest of the day helping Cassian dig out a sand castle, hoping to rival that of Tarquin. Also gets too drunk and dehydrated but instead of crying, he merely takes a three hour nap face down in sand while Nesta uses sunscreen to paint dirty words against his back.

7. Tamlin- Brought a guitar and built a fire despite ABSURD heat. Wants to sing Wonderwall. Everyone but Rhysand protests, only because Rhys is so drunk he decides to sing the harmony. Someone "Accidentally" breaks guitar and Tamlin leaves early. Only person to remain sober.

6. Nesta- also suntanning with Emerie. Immaculate make up that does not budge. Reading filthiest beach read with a book cover that makes it clear this is a reverse harem. The only person aware of what Eris is up to, passes out water to her sisters and her mates. Everyone else forced to suffer.

5. Mor- Set up very cute cabana and thought to bring a stereo. Only person enthusiastic about judging sandcastle contest. Actually swims in ocean without being absurd though is stung by a jelly-fish for her trouble.

4. Cassian- KING OF SANDCASTLE. WATER? THERE WAS WATER? Comes in second place but still has a good time. Sand volleyball game at dusk, drinks his weight in tequila and is strapped to roof of the car in order to get home. No sunburn, only tanned God.

3. Helion- Third place sand castle but points for trying. Commandeers Elain's flamingo and lounges in the shallows all afternoon with Rhysand's sunglasses on his face. Convinces half of the group to take off swimsuits at night, doesn't mention the moon is bright enough everyone can see EVERYTHING.

2. Vassa- Loves sand. Buries herself up to her neck at one point, doesn't even mind when Jurian gives her massive sand boobs. Only person who thought to bring sand toys, spends half of morning throwing bright balls into the water for others to dive after.

1.Tarquin, lord of the sea. Shows off dolphin form and half my followers fall to their knees (I SAW YOUR TAGS ON THE MONSTER POST). NUMBER ONE SAND CASTLE, truly a work of art. Created it with no help. Swims like a God. Drinks like a fish. While everyone else goes home, he merely sleeps on the beach.

[oppositeurmama]

The Bear and the maiden fair (Bjorn X Reader)

A/N - this contains smut with dubious consent! I don’t want anyone to get triggered, so if you are not comfortable with this, pls don’t read! <3

Warnings; violence, dub-con

P.s - I don’t condone any of the following actions, I find it repulsive.

The castle had been stormed hours ago. The villagers had died first, slaughtered in their homes and in their forges, the blacksmiths branded with their own tools, the butchers sliced and diced like prized hogs. And after the village had been burned to the ground, the plunderers came to the castle. They forced down the great oak doors, killed any who stood in their way. 

My father had been the first to die. He’d been on his throne when one of the barbarians had launched a spear, and it hit him straight through the gullet, the sharp iron tip pinning him into the wood backrest. My mother had been the second to die, after she screamed for god to help. 

But the gods were cruel. They didn’t listen to women anymore, even high-born ones like me, even though i was the lucky one. As my family were gutted, i had hid in the only place i could dare think to hide; my bedroom. It wasn’t a clever or sneaky place to hide, to be true, but the door locked and there was only one key, and i was the sole owner.

***

Hours passed. The screams filled my castle, blood splattered the wall and stained the cobbled floors, and those damned screams and pleas of help fell on deaf ears, forgotten by the barbaric cries of the savages who seeked only to slaughter, to take and to take, to never give back. 

I was beneath my bed when the door came crashing down. A great axe stuck through the wood and stripped back the bark, hack hack hack! I held my breath, placed my hands over my mouth as my chest heaved, seeking sanctuary in the dark low confines underneath my wooden bed. 

The door opened, squealing on iron hinges. Goosebumps prickled my skin. The viking stepped through the doorway, treading heavy over chunks of splintered wood and debris. “Princess.” He called, in a growling rasp. “You ran, little princess, and we didn’t know where.” The viking walked across the vast expanse of my room and he dragged his sword against the floor, the iron sparking against the cobbles. “i found you, princess. And now . . .” 

I swallowed a sob and the scraping of his sword stopped. He turned on his heel and before i could barely comprehend, he’d gripped my ankle and pulled me out from under the bed. “You’re mine!”

He pinned me down, and I glanced up at him, too frightened to dare speak, my words catching in my throat, my tongue growing fat from fear. And despite my terror, no tears fell. “Bjorn ironside.” I said, shakily. “You’re Bjorn Ironside.”

A flash of moonlight set his face alight. His smile was cruel and thin. “I am.” He admitted, and my jaw trembled. My chest heaved with the effort it took to breath and not scream for help, or even to sob. “Are you going to kill me?”

Bjorn smiled and gripped my jaw between his thumb and forefinger. He studied me as though i was a fine piece of art-work, his favourite book, a goddess of lore. Finally, he spoke. “No, i won’t kill you. You’re too . . . sweet, for a thing like that, princess.”

I tensed my shoulders, but his eyes were too bright, almost eerie. They cut through me like glass, stripped me bare, left me ashamed and uneasy. His voice was a low, guttural rasp. “Will you fight me, little princess?” He questioned, raising my hands above my head. “Will you beg me to stop?” He took a small dagger from the leather throng at his side, and used it to divulge me of clothing. 

I shook my head. “No.” I said, quietly, too meek to even resist. I truly beleived that, even if i tried to protest or even raise my knee to that tender spot between his legs, he’d beat me black and bloody. 

At my answer, the Viking smiled. “Good.” 

The stone floor was cold against my back. Even if i wanted to fight, i couldn’t. He was too heavy, covering me with his bulk. His hands were rough and careless against my skin, as the icy blade of his dagger slit the soft silk of my bodice and when he lowered his face to kiss me, i tasted blood.

Bjorn’s fingers were mean and cruel against my warm skin, and they travelled to my core, only to find me dry. He grunted against my mouth, irked. When we parted, i turned my face to the side, wrinkled my nose up in disgust. 

Bjorn chuckled lowly and spat on his hand, then lowered it between my legs. “Don’t worry, princess.” He assured, slipping a thick finger into my cunt. “You’ll learn to like this soon enough.” 

It was uncomfortable and foreign. I squirmed and his hot, hungry mouth lowered to bite and nip and kiss my neck. I tried to lift my torso, but he was impossible to move. “Don’t.” I said, harshly. 

He raised his face and smiled. I spat in his face. 

His eyes grew cold, like pale blue ice. It frightened me, and my heart beat heavy and hard beneath my chest, thump thump thump, faster than a snared rabbit’s. “Fiesty, huh?” He questioned, and laughed cruelly. 

The swollen head of his cock was at my entrance. He was big, and he was brutal. With one hand pinning my arms above my head, the other gripped my hip, leaving bruises in his wake. and with one sharp thrust, i wept. 

His jaw clenched and, as though he was punishing me, Bjorn pulled his hips back hard if only to slam back inside me again. The metal of his armour scratched my tender skin, and my cunt burned around his cock, raw and red and aflame.

His movements grew more frenzied, the harsh thrusting depriving me of air in my lungs. His hand firmly squeezed my hip, my back hit the ground hard, and then  I collided against his torso the next. It was almost as if we were fighting instead of coupling. When he thrust forward and the tip of his dick hit my cervix painfully, a bolt of hot pain shot through my stomach when he slammed back into me, harder than before. I shut my eyes and yelped. 

He grimaced and pushed me back to the floor, with his hand forcing my arms into the stones. His groin bumped against my sensitive mound, assuring that no trace of my precious maidenhead remained. “Hold onto me.” He grunted, lifting up one of my thighs. 

I glanced over his muscular shoulder, my eyes trained on the ceiling and the twinkling chandelier, though in the gloom everything was unrecognizable. I did as he bid, wrapped my legs around his hips and looped my arms around his neck, unwilling to fight anymore. 

When Bjorn thrust inside me, it didn’t hurt as much. Encouraged, i clutched at him as tightly as i could, the smell of sweat and blood filling my nostrils, the sound of his moans vibrating against the shell of my ear. I arched my back and predicted his cruel thrusting, and slowly, the friction from Bjorn’s cock pounding away at my cunt managed to rouse a queer tickling sensation at the pit of my stomach. My eyelids grew heavy.

Bjorn lowered his other hand to palm my breast, pushing aside the silk fabric of my slashed dress, as he rolled my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You like that, princess?”

My cunt clenched at his incessant pounding. I dug my nails into the tanned nape of his neck, and whimpered. He pressed his warm lips to mine and kissed me, tasting strongly of iron. His beard scratched my face, and he plunged his tongue deeper into my mouth. He brought his hand between our bodies and i flinched, expecting more pain, only to find pleasure; hot, flashing bolts of pleasure. 

The friction of his manhood as he tirelessly impaled me, and the queer warmth which was pooling in my stomach tainted my thoughts. I moaned into his mouth and he cursed, “Fuck.” 

Beneath him, my whole body shook when he played with my clit. I hit my peak, toes curling, back arching, breasts pushed flat against his muscled chest, quivering and whimpering beneath him, my gasps and pleas smothered by his hot, hungry mouth. And with my climax, came his. 

Bjorn shoved himself to the hilt and uttered a long, low growl. He kept me flush against him for more than a moment, and after a few desperate thrusts, he stiffened and collapsed, crushing me beneath his bulk.

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. When he pulled out and leaned back on his heels, lifting up my silk skirts to look admiringly at my tender pussy, he grinned. Between my thighs was a sticky mess of cum and blood. He leaned down and licked the entirety of my cunt from hole to mound, and i pushed him away, too tender to be played with. “Please.” I begged, shaking my head. “No more.” 

Bjorn crawled atop me and wedged his knee between my thighs to keep me from closing them. “Easy now, princess.” He muttered, capturing my face in his hands, pressing his lips to mine. He kissed me rough and i tasted blood, my blood, on his tongue. “You’re mine.” He said, finally. “All mine.”