#but i think i have settled onto the conditions that would make me decide to try to go through with it

[dookerino]

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[angelbwrry]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈- in the midst of july, your partner proposes a road trip, which initially goes smoothly until you both find yourselves lost. as tensions rise along with sexual desires, the situation becomes more…sticky

𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈╰┈➤ connie x black y/n

𝒸𝓌ׂ╰┈➤ wordy plot,car sex,oral sex,praise, choking,fingering, dirtytalk,unprotected sex, fingering,18+

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ׂ╰┈➤ 4k

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“admit it, connie—we are totally lost!” you muttered in exasperation, slapping the big map onto the dashboard, your eyebrows drawn tightly.

your phone lost service hours ago as your determined boyfriend drove deeper into the desert terrain. you observed the map without understanding a single thing. a painful throb pulsed through your head, either from the pounding stress of being lost or the relentless california heat.

the sun's heat kissed your glistening brown skin, and you were glad you’d applied ‘black girl sunscreen’ on both yourself and your boyfriend before you set off.you knew that when connie had suggested a road trip, some bullshit was bound to happen.

the first problem was the choice of transport,connie’s car.a white 1992 chevrolet camaro rs ,notorious for breaking down more than running.the second issue was that the heating and air conditioning didn't function properly, and california's heat was relentless.

the final issue involved the mysterious sputtering and jerking it did at times. you’d have to get into the driver seat to steer while connie pushed from behind. it was practically a death trap. you suggested driving your car, but connie refused.

you wanted to challenge him,but when you looked into those puppy-dog hazel eyes, you couldn’t say no.

having been childhood sweethearts with connie since preschool, you'd think you would be used to it.yet, after all these years it still tugged at your heartstrings.you vividly remembered that fateful day you fell off the swing.loud wails of despair upon seeing scraped skin and a rip in your new pink dress. a tap on your shoulder caused you to seize your sniffles and turn around, eyes settling on a boy with short hair.

he had grabbed your hand and helped you up, presenting a flower from behind his back with a 'tada!'. it seemed ridiculous now, but back then it left young you absolutely smitten with the boy.

from that moment on, you two were practically joined at the hip. you guys went through all of middle, elementary, and high school together. freshman year, connie had finally decided to ask you to be his girlfriend. you two landed your first apartment together right after high school, and you couldn't be more happier sharing your own space with your partner.

your gaze landed on the picture of connie and you,photo tucked into his speedometer.

that night felt like yesterday—you remembered the thunder and how scared you were. you called connie and told him that your parents weren't home and you were scared, he immediately reassured you. his sweet voice assuring he’d be there in ten minutes. that night had consisted of snacks, face masks, and making love.

you thought it was adorable that he'd printed off the picture you guys had taken that night, even turning it into a charming little polaroid.

“we’re not lost.” connie insisted, bringing you back to reality.

“right, any moment now we'll have to face inbred mutant freaks.all thanks to your dreadful navigational skills,“ you pulled down the sun visor and inspected your appearance. your makeup was creasing around the corners of your mouth,you frowned.if you had known it would be this hot, you would've opted out on a full face.

thank god for sweat-proof lace glue.

connie gave you a side-eye as you used the beauty blender to smooth out the creases. snapping the sun visor back, you glared at him with raised eyebrows and folded arms.

“you’re so fake,when were you gonna tell me i looked like a greasy pizza?” you questioned.

“i don't understand what you're getting at.you look beautiful as always,” connie reassured his girlfriend. he genuinely meant it; you were beautiful to him. your dark hair pulled into a ponytail, sides pulled out to frame your heart-shaped face. you attempted to intimidate him with a look, but your big doe eyes and pouty lips made you appear more like an annoyed puppy.

you wore an orange sundress that hugged your curves and accentuated your figure. you had chose not to wear a bra and connie could see the outline of your nipples. those large hoops he loved to play with dangeled in your ears.your lips shone with a clear gloss, lined with a brown pencil accompanied by butterscotch and cinnamon roll butter gloss.

connie squinted at you.

“actually, you do look a bit ugly”

you rolled your eyes at him and turned toward your window, letting the wind refresh you with its breeze.

“come on, lighten up! i'm kidding“ connie grinned and playfully poked your side.

“just trying to lighten the mood baby.” he said as he continued to poke you.each time you slapped his fingers away he would purposefully swerve the car. you sighed, believing the car might blow its head-gasket from the stress, and reluctantly shifted your focus to the man who’d been bothering you.

hunger gnawed at your stomach and caused it to growl.if only connie hadn't gotten you two lost.a juicy burger would already be in front of you,your mouth drooled at the thought.

“yeah me too.” connie mumbled at your stomach.

with his gaze remaining on the road, connie placed his warm hand on your thigh, causing your stomach to somersault. you didn't realize your fascination with hands until you started dating connie in high school.

you ruled it out as a fetish because you only liked his hands. they were large and veiny, with neatly trimmed nails finished in clear polish. connie cared a lot about his appearance, which you found endearing and sexy.

and just like that, your cunt was watering and you were horny. fearing you'd soak through your dress due to the lack of underwear, you squeezed your thighs together tightly. connie noticed you fidgeting and glanced over, his face flooded with concern.

you see connie and you had placed a bet during an argument two weeks ago. the two of you agreed not to have sex for a month, and whoever gave in first had to do the dishes for three months.

he had called you a spoiled bratty nympho freak that couldn’t keep your legs shut. just because you liked a little sex here and there didn’t mean you were a nympho. you would prove him wrong.

connie sure hadn’t made it easy for you to keep your hands to yourself, strutting around the apartment shirtless with that beautiful toned body. his sweats always hanging teasingly low, just enough to reveal trimmed pubes and a sculpted v-line.he’d oh so conveniently have to squeeze past you occasionally and you’d feel his dick in your back.

you’d be making breakfast and he’d wrap those inked arms around you. soft kisses peppered along your neck as he held you close to him.

it was driving you nuts not being able to touch him.

“you okay babe?” connie’s voice intruded your thoughts.

“im fine, just hungry“

you weren’t lying, you were hungry for meat. just a different kind of meat.

“let me pull over and we’ll look at the map together.there has to be a diner somewhere around here.” connie frowned. he felt bad that you were hungry because it was partially his fault. he blamed the other half on the poorly written map.

you had offered to pack a couple of sandwiches and other various snacks for the road, but connie insisted it wasn’t necessary. he’d planned for you guys to stop at an array of diners.he thought it’d be fun going to different places to eat, but he didn’t expect he’d get so turned around. they’d been driving for eight hours, two of those hours bickering about their location.

connie seemed to loom over you at six four as he spread the map across the hood of the car, muscles flexing as he doodled on it with a pen. you gulped, looking at him.you were standing behind him so you were free to gawk in secret.

his eyebrows were pushed together in concentration, jaw clenched as he rested his body against the car hood. he wore a black compression shirt, and you could see every fucking muscle he had under there. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was teasing you with the black sweatpants he had on.

he knew they were your favorite.

each time the wind would blow, you’d get a hint of his smell, husky with a hint of spice.

it was fucking intoxicating.

you wished he would fuck you right here on the hood of his car. you didn’t care if people would see you getting your poor pussy pounded by him. you just needed him.

connie snapped in your face.

“y/n,are you even listening?”

“of course” you lied, acting like you weren’t daydreaming about connie pulling your dress up.he rolled his eyes at you, annoyed that he’d have to repeat himself.

“i said i know where we are, there’s a diner forty minutes from here” connie repeated, rolling the map up and tucking it underneath his arm.

“good, let’s get back on the highway” you muttered in embarrassment at having been caught staring like a creep.

you two were back on the highway, his hand placed on your thigh. the car had been moving for what seemed like ages, and you couldn’t take it anymore.you were bursting at the seams in sexual frustration.connie was right, you were a fucking sex addict and you needed him.

you unlatched your seatbelt and leaned over the armrest, a gasp leaving connie’s lips as you opened the fly of his sweatpants and pulled him out. bastard knew what he was doing, he didn’t even have underwear on.

“i knew you’d crack you fucking nympho, now suck daddy's dick. show me how much you missed it” he rasped, one hand burying into your hair and the other grasping the wheel. your mouth watered at his pink glistening tip, and it was clear he had been struggling to refrain himself as well.

you just had had happened to crack first.

you licked your lips,holding the base of his dick and swirling your tongue around the tip.

“a-ah shit,missed this mouth s’much.” he groaned out, clutching the steering wheel. he wasn’t sure if it was safe to be doing this while driving, but he didn’t care.

the way you were swallowing and choking on his cock had him mewling out in pleasure. his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, and you nearly threw up but held it down. if having the back of your throat bruised meant you were going to get your pussy stretched out, you didn’t care. your face was a saliva covered mess as you slurped and sucked.

“mm’ you’re sucking my dick so fucking good,like the little slut you are” connie cooed rubbing your back reassuringly. tears prickled your eyes as connie violated your throat,a wet slurp sound each time your mouth lowered onto him. you decided to give your poor throat a break and grabbed his dick with both hands, stroking and twisting at the same time.

his eyes snapped closed in bliss as he forgot he was driving, his head resting back against the headrest. connie suddenly jerked forward as the car began sliding off the road, you continued stroking him, and he whined as his tip dripped pre-cum. you knew it was risky doing this, knowing there was a chance connie could lose control of the wheel. but you didn’t care you were going to suck him dry. it was his job to watch the road, not yours.

“s-shit i almost crashed and you’re sucking my cock like a whore.” connie groaned in bliss. he was nearing his end with each tug of your soft hands on his dick,he found it harder and harder to control the car. he wanted nothing more than to buck his hips into your mouth and use you as his personal pocket pussy.

he veered to the side of the empty road and shut off the car. instantly he grabbed your head with both hands, all you could do was open your mouth wide as he used you for his pleasure. cries of bliss left his lips as you choked repeatedly, disgusting wet noises filling the car.

with one last buck of his hips, his salty sperm was spurting down your throat.”ugh” connie gasped out as you sucked him through his high, licking every drop of cum from his dick until it was clean.

he almost snapped the seatbelt trying to get it off,ordering you out of the car to which you happily obliged. he tugged his shirt off, and you almost fell to your knees.carved abs heaving as he recovered from his recent nut,tan skin glistening beautifully in the sun.

he placed the shirt on the hood of the automobile so it wouldn’t burn you, you heard his sweatpants fall to the ground, and you knew he was about to rock your world.

it had been two whole weeks since you felt him inside of you.

and you yearned for him.

a smile crept onto your face as he hiked your dress up, hands flat on the hood of the car.a small whimper leaving your lips as he forced your cheek against the hood.he pinned your arms behind your back leaving you to his mercy.

“this is what you wanted, right?” he husked, a loud crack of his palm against your ass. you bit your lip as you almost screamed. “you wanted me to hike your dress up and fuck you.you don’t think i saw that look in your eye? so slutty,” he hissed, hand cracking off your ass again.

you cried out.

you could do nothing as connie spanked you, your ass was red and sore. yet, you craved for him to continue. you wanted to be punished for giving into your needs.a whimper left your lips as you felt his tip glide across your twitching clit, he groaned in pleasure as he glided himself between your wet cunt.he wasn’t even in you yet and you were leaking.

“look at you, so fucking needy” he said breathy.

he was right, you were needy. and you needed him.

“connie!” you screamed as he pushed his thick length into you, stretching your walls.he wasted no time fucking your pussy, pulling all of his dick out except the tip,just to slam back inside of you. mewls of pleasure fumbled from your lips, connie using your pinned hands to leverage his thrust.

you were too blinded by the rough pounding to care if people saw you with your ass tooted in the air as you got fucked. fucked,like the nympho you were.connie felt so good, a soft thudding filling the air as he rocked his hips into you.

his hand ran over the ‘connie♡︎’ tattoo on your ass, and he smirked, my crazy ass girlfriend he thought. maybe you were delusional, but you admired your man, and you loved tattoos, so it was only right you get his name tatted.

“b-baby!” you sobbed as he angles his hips, pushing deeper inside of you. connie’s thrusts were unrelenting and painfully pleasurable . his sexy grunts drove you crazy, and you begged him to release your hands so you can rub your throbbing clit.

“please, p-please let me touch myself!” you plead, tears streaming down your face. he delivered a few more hard thrust then freed your hands. you braced one hand on the car hood, other circling your tingling bud in time with his thrusts.

"mm, fuck me harder!" you gasp. he grips your ponytail with one hand, other on your back for support as he plunges into you. your eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy as a wave of pleasure tightens in your stomach.

connie’s head lulls back as he fucks you aganist his car,you feel so good around his dick.you’re wet and tight and it’s got his toes curling.he couldn't believe his sex addict girlfriend had him out in the open,fucking her.

"y-y/n.” connie groans as you work your hips on him. he grasps your ass with enough force to leave a mark. a rush of pleasure mixed with pain floods over you.

you nearly shout as he matched your rhythm, your butt bouncing off his toned stomach with a slap slap slap.

"fuck! right there” you cry out in bliss, teeth digging into your lips as his tip prods into your g-spot. you’re helpless beneath him, he takes full advantage of the situation, using all his pent-up sexual frustration onto you.

his balls slap against your ass as he pounds his hips into you.you looked so breedable to him,mouth agape, eyes shut in bliss.he imagined how sexy you'd look pregnant,stomach swollen with his seed.

you were wrapped around his twitching cock so tightly it made him shiver.

"connniee." you drew out,elongating his name. his intense movements made your head spin.

a rush of curses spilled from your mouth when the knot in your stomach gave way.

“let it all out love. cum on this dick” connie urged, still thrusting.he remained deep inside you but moved slower.you trembled at his steady rhythm,crying out as he fucked you through your orgasm.

his thumb clumsily found your clitoris and your back arched as he massaged the bud in circular motions. you were so sensitive but lacked the energy to protest as he had his way with you.

his erratic thrusts indicated he was on the brink of his own orgasm. his legs trembled underneath him before he abruptly pulled out, releasing spurts of cum onto the hot gravel with a deep groan as he stood stroking himself.

"fuckkk.” he drawled out.

in sheer exhaustion, you pulled your dress down still laying face first on the car.your eyes peered over at connie.his sweat-slicked body looked divine, dick still standing high and proud, wanting more.

“i’ll take that in my mouth next time” you purred,finally finding the strength to stand.”i wouldn’t doubt,freak” connie stated cupping your cheeks, making your lips pucker.

his normally hazel eyes seemed darker, filled with desire. you could sense he wasn't finished with you by the way he looked at you like a piece of delectable meat. he practically dragged you to the car,shifting the seat back as he sat down. you quickly straddled him, eagerly pulling up your dress once again.

with trembling hands you held the base of his twitching cock. his body tensed and he moaned softly, his low eyes watching you position him at your wet entrance. you rubbed his sticky tip against your wet folds making his already weak legs shudder.

he knew you were teasing him, which only made him more aroused. precum dripped from his tip as your wet folds continually slid across him. his head rolled back against the headrest when you finally sank onto him, hands gripping the leather seat in bliss as he stretched you once again.

"y/n." his deep, husky voice resonated like music in your ears.his hands sliding down the curve of your back as you adjusted to his size. he could tell it was slightly painful for you and as much he wanted to buck his hips up deeper into that pretty little pussy, he refrained ,not wanting to hurt you.

"doing so well, princess” his praise filled your tummy with butterflies. you rested your hands on his shoulders for balance and started sliding up and down.a surge of confidence filling you as his whines reached your ears. his stomach clenched as you wrapped perfectly around him,tight, wet walls clinging to him intimately.

he felt intoxicated by your touch, absolutely enamored with the way you fucked him. no other woman had ever made him feel this way. you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger and you knew it.

passionately, you rode connie at a consistent speed, your wet pussy squelching each descent of your hips. he looked irresistibly sexy with his mouth slightly open in pleasure, a hint of drool escaping from his lips.

who's the sex addict now? you thought.

“ooo baby, your pussy feels so good!” connie cried out, his face scrunching as you grind onto him sloppily. you leant down and kissed his lips, his hand latching around back of your neck. as your tongue danced against his.

"o-oh f-ucking me so good.” you breathed shakily into his mouth while he bucked his hips beneath you, the vehicle rocking wildly as you two went at it.

connie’s mouth devoured yours sloppily, leaving your lips swollen.you groaned softly when the all-too-familiar tension built up in your stomach.

"your greedy little pussy is eating me up” connie sputtered.

you were creaming on his dick now, you were so fucking horny and he was so hot.your head fell back in pleasure, one hand playing with your nipples while the other held his shoulder.you were so wet that occasionally he’d slip out and his dick would rub against your clit. a shaken moan leaving your lips each time it happened.

“wet ass pussy,so messy for me.i can’t wait till’ i clean you up” he murmured in that deep sexy voice.with one more thrust of his hips you came.a cry emitting from your lips as you welcomed your sweet release.

the sight of you cumming on his dick pushed him over the edge ,his hands cupping your thighs lifting you off of him.his dick twitched as cum spurted onto his chest.

a drawn out shit falling from his glistening lips.

a giggle left your lips, “it’s so much!”

you leaned over to grab napkins from the glove compartment,cleaning him. connie chuckled, “it’s your fault.that tight ass pussy does something to me” he breathlessly huffed out.

you felt your cheeks warm up.

“get in the back—i wanna clean you up”. connie gently demanded tapping your thigh. you slid into the backseat as he made adjustments for extra space.by this point, most of your makeup had melted away, and you were grateful for having packed makeup wipes in your bag.

you snapped out of your thoughts as connie parted your legs, gently cradling each thigh with his hands as you lay on your back. half of his large frame jutted out of the car, and he knelt on his pants so the rough gravel wouldn’t scrape his knees.

your pussy watered as he began placing kisses on your thighs,starting from your gold ankle bracelet with a ‘c’ charm on it, to right above your pussy.

you stiffled a moan as his middle and index finger pushed into you,thumb fiddling your clit.

"i-it’s sensitive!” you cried out, hands cupping your titties as your legs shook prematurely. you felt his fingers pull out,his mouth now on your wet cunt, lapping you up.

your head felt heavy and you couldn’t stop it as it fell to the side.your back arching as a guttural moan escaped from your lips, his tongue flicking over your pussy folds now.

“you taste so fucking good” he spoke, pausing after each word to take a slow lick with his long tongue. you whimpered and squeezed your eyes closed as you felt him pull your lips apart, revealing your pretty pink throbbing clit.

his eyes glistened,looking like he'd just hit the jackpot. without a second thought connie latched onto the sensitive bud. all you could do was whine and squeeze at his shoulders,his strong arms holding your squirming body in place.

"c-connie! you choked out," you're eating my pussy so good”

he moaned into your pussy, fingers back pumping in you with a nasty squelching sound. he curled his fingers each time he hit the base of your walls. dried up tears streaked your face and your lips trembled with pleasure, pussy pulsating around his fingers as your eyes rolled back in bliss.

you almost snapped your legs closed as you felt him brush against g-spot again, arms pulling you down further onto his face.

“i-i’m close, so fucking close” you gasped as his fingers fucked you. you were embarrassed to be cumming this fast but connie knew how to work your pussy. he knew your body like the back of his hand. his tongue was back on your poor little clit, and you realized he was spelling his name.

c o n n i e

as soon as he spelled out the last letter, the knot in your stomach snapped once again.your body convulsed with pleasure, legs clamping closed.connie talked you though your high, placing kisses on your ass as he traced the stretch marks on your thighs.

once you had calmed down you opened your eyes to see connie tugging his shirt back on.your tired eyes met his and he smirked.

“good to have you back princess, let’s go eat i’m fucking starving”

“agreed” you huffed.

“also, you’re on dish duty for three whole months”

“whatever, it was worth it” you shrugged.

“nympho freak.”

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🍒

＠ ᴄɪɴɴɴ4ᴍᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ.ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴅɪꜰʏ. ᴍᴡᴀʜ, ʙʏᴇ♡︎

[clrasecretdiary]

omggg ive really wanted to see a fluff fic where the BAU go ice skating as like a team building thing or whatever and Spencer keeps slipping and falling and holding on to the reader its so cute HISJHFSJKD

I'd pick you up and we'd go back in time | Spencer Reid x fem! Reader

just fluff!!

warnings: none

word count: 716 words

a/n: Heey! Just finished this one, it's my first ask (tysm btw!! <3). Hope you guys like it and hope i did justice to what you were imagining for the fic!!

It's the end of December and, surprisingly, you and the team are officially off duty until the next year. You guys decided to go out and have some fun, settling on the idea to go ice skating and then to dinner.

 Much to the dismay of Spencer, which besides being an academic genius, did not have any talent when it came to sports. If it wasn't for the scientific evidence, he would pretty much argue that he was born without the ability to balance himself, so any activity that demanded that skill was his worst nightmare.

"C'mon, spence, I can convince the team to go to your favorite restaurant after!" You said to Spencer over the phone, after he said that he was not going. 

"I don't know… you know I hate sports, I'll probably just fall and annoy you guys" 

"I'll teach you, and you know you won't annoy us. Also, we really miss you." You say, in reality wanting to say "I miss you" but scared that Spencer might pick up on your hidden feelings. 

He reluctantly agreed to go, but he was super nervous about it, scared that he would embarrass himself in front of his friends, or more importantly, in front of you. 

—

It now was the day you and the team had agreed on going ice skating, you put on your cute winter clothes and head out to the rink.

" Hey everyone, missed you guys so much!!" You say, getting close to the group that was standing at the entrance and greeting them all 

"Hi honey, you look stunning" Garcia says pulling you to a hug

"Thank you pen" You say, smiling to her. "Hey spence, i did not actually believe you we're going to come here!" 

"Yeah, me either. But I decided to do some exposure therapy, actually did you guys know that it was idealized by Ivan Pavlov in the late 1800s as part of is conditioning experiments?" - Spencer says, doing his usual rambling that you found extremely adorable. 

"Alright pretty boy, enough lectures, let's get in the rink" Derek says, making the team laugh. 

Upon entering the place, you happily notice that besides you and the team, it was pretty much empty, giving you guys a chance to have fun without worrying about others. You guys all get your skates, and put them on. As soon as you guys step on the ice, you felt a hand holding your arm, you look over and see spencer that looked as if his life was in danger. 

"It's fine spence, try standing up right and walking a bit, I'll be here to hold you so you don't fall down" 

"Alright then, if I die, please make sure my books don't get mold" He says, trying to take a few steps, surprisingly he did not immediately fall down, which gave him a bit of confidence to try and actually skate, also wanting to look tough for you. "I think you don't need to hold me anymore, y/n" 

"You sure Spence? Alright then" You let go of his arm and take a few steps back, still keeping a close eye on him. 

Spencer was able to skate for a bit, but somehow he managed to stumble on his own feet, luckily since you were still close he tried to hold onto your arm, not so luckily, since you did not expect that, you both feel onto the ice. The whole team looked over to you guys, as you stood up and helped spencer to also get up. 

You both we're blushing as the team laughed at you guys

 "hey Reid, at least you fell onto a pretty girl, could be worse" Morgan said, tapping spencer's shoulder and laughing. 

That made you guys blush even harder. 

"Hey spence, you ok? " You say, feeling a bit guilty for making him do this 

"It's fine y/n, falling is part of the fun I guess" He said, not sure he meant it but happy that he got to spend time with you outside the office. 

You spent the next hour teaching Spencer, and honestly you could not be happier, he looked adorable. It was one of the best evenings you had in a long time, and it just made your silly workplace crush worse. You also paid for his favorite desert at the restaurant to thank him for giving it a chance.

[yuoimia]

one chance

summary: you give them one chance. how do they use it?

characters: alhaitham, diluc, neuvillette, wriothesley.

notes: will be a part 2 (i think), suggestive in alhaitham and diluc’s, petnames, gn! reader, kinda messy, wc: approx 200-250 each.

alhaitham

The only source of light came from the weary beams of the iridescent crescent moon, glowing high above the starry skies of Sumeru City. Shining onto the home underneath.

Two people casting hazy shadows on the hardwood floor, moving lazily to the gentle rhythm of the vinyl playing on the record. An occasional ring of spirited laughter escaping into the noiseless night, usually followed by a hushed but lively chuckle.

—

The only word that comes to mind is surreal.

Perhaps because the moment could be considered just that. It’s piercing you so beautifully, the thousand words electrifying the air between you, threatening to strike at any moment. His eyes, so vividly green and captivating, all tender and kind, capturing yours like a kiss.

“For once, someone’s speechless,” comes a proud voice of the person responsible for leaving you in such a mess. You can almost feel the smugness cascading off him, tripling as he so wonderfully decides to snake an arm around your waist. What do you say? He’s not wrong, oh certainly not, but your pride would surely never recover if it were to go through such a torturous experience.

“It’s okay,” he replies, tilting his head down towards your collarbone, short puffs of breath making you shiver. “I’ll have to make sure this one chance is all worth it.”

diluc

The evening breeze brings forth many aromas—the subtle scent of grapes on vines, the earthy fragrance of the nearby forests—all mixing into one radiant feeling of home. Cicadas that hum lowly as dusk settles in, the sunset gleaming in the near distance, spilling onto the front porch of Dawn Winery.

It’s beginning to get colder, and the knitted cardigan wrapped around you is starting to prove useless. Yet, you refuse to move. He promised, you remind yourself, staring more fiercely into the ombré of warm colours dappling the sky. He promised, you repeat in your mind again, again and again.

—

“I promised,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against the wool of your cardigan. “Did you think I’d break it?” Gentle and precise hands cup your face, lifting it towards his. His eyes are searching, curious, but warmhearted. It makes you dazed—a sudden desire to plunge into his embrace, washing out all other rational thoughts.

“Maybe,” you answer, bolder than he anticipated. He raises his eyebrows as you continue on. “Don’t you think you need to make it up to me?”

neuvillette

Dust on the bookshelves is threatening to make you sneeze.

The books are in pristine condition, you note. Perhaps opened a few or so times. It’s a shame how none of them peak your interest; the boredom drowning you by the second is starting to make you agitated, an obvious understatement.

You’re on the verge of madness. The luxurious rug lining Neuvillette’s office with the matching teal and gold curtains is far too vibrant, and the elegant flowers you once admired half an hour ago are sickening.

You sigh loudly, letting out a few groans, before contorting into a questionable position in the grand chair. Horizontal, legs and arms splayed out, eyes closed.

How much longer is the trial going to last?

—

When you wake up, you’re not in his office anymore.

Instead, you’re in a dimly lit bedroom. Ghostly familiar, the delicate feeling of silk below your head, the comforting warmth of the sweetly scented covers, and most of all, a faraway voice calling out your name.

“(name).”

A soft tug of a hand pulls you into an upright position.

“Darling… please, I've made you dinner. Open your eyes for me, please.”

Languidly, you do.

The sight is stunning, captivating, and completely unexpected that it renders you speechless. A small candlelit table, fit for two, covered in a divine array of foods that remind him of you, your favourites.

As if he knows what you’re thinking, he smiles, leading you to your seat before his.

wriothesley

Last week, Wriothesley called you into his office because he couldn’t decide what tea to order.

Yesterday, Wriothesley called you into his office because he wanted to share his tea with someone.

Also yesterday, after you had finished the (delightful) tea and cakes, you warned him that you were giving him one last chance.

“Don’t call me in unless it’s an absolute emergency, alright? This is the last time.”

Something about that agreement felt off, like that you had forgotten to mention a crucial component—that singular missing piece—the one he would almost certainly seize.

You had shrugged it off, focusing on your daily commissions, when suddenly, in the corner of your peripheral vision, an all too familiar, all too dreaded silhouette walks towards you.

“Excuse me, the Duke wants to see you. Again.”

—

You want to slap that winning grin off his face.

“Tea?” Wriothesley asks hopefully, lifting up a tray of teacups before cautiously lowering them down at your expression. “Come on sweetheart, this is an emergency. At least, I consider it to be one.”

This situation is testing every last drop of your patience. Incoherent murmurs stream out of your mouth as you lightly push his tray of teacups to the furthest side of the table.

“This is all quite lovely,” you strain, glaring into his amused eyes. “However, I’m failing to see the actual emergency you had called me in for.”

“Emergency?” Wriothesley asks, pleasantly surprised, edging the teacups a bit closer to you. “Why should there be an emergency, darling? Everything’s perfect.”

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 7

Summary: As the party dies down the avengers spend some time bonding and peter joins them for the team bonding.

TW: Alcohol (that’s it I think)

Words: 2196

A/n I finally found time to write again and so I present to you this band new chapter \(>u<)/. Enjoy. Also, I know I said I would post it as one long chapter but … ig I lied? We are getting to the secret reveal soon. Only about one or two more chapters until we find out what the Parker’s are hiding. I’m so mad cuz I wrote the next chapter, but it didn’t save so I have to rewrite it which is why I’m just posting what I have here and why it’s taken so long sorry guys.

After you were led around and introduced to some more people Wanda and Nat led you back to the small area from before with a couple couches. By now the party had begun to die down with most of the guests, or who peter referred to as Stark Industries NPC’s, leaving for the night.

As you settled on a couch with the others it was now just the team, most of which you had been introduced to by now. Some introductions had been rather short but yo were working with these people so you would defiantly have time to get to know them better. Some of them you would be even living with.

The night had been a success for the most part. Earlier Thor had arrived along with his promise of asgaurdian liquor. After consulting with JARVIS it was confirmed that your metabolism was a match to Steve’s meaning you could stomach the god’s alcohol without getting poisoned.

This had of course led to you getting properly drunk or at least on the way to it, for the first time since the bite. Unfortunately, Nat had caught onto your plan rather easily and cut you off much to your displeasure.

Now with the team spread out across the couches, most with a drink in had or some assortment of fruity cocktail the banter had picked up as the music had died down and the guests all left.

“So, spider-kid whats your story?” Bucky asked and you adjusted your position on the couch suddenly feeling a little nervous with all eyes now on you. You felt a hand squeeze yours as you looked over, seeing wanda giving you an encouraging nod from where she held your hand beside you on the couch.

“Not much different to Peter.” You said.

“But somewhat different, right?” Sam said.

“Well … yeah.” You shrugged. “Same old spider bite, different powers, different life choices.” You said with a vague noncommittal shrug.

“So, where you been all this time?” Steve asked in a kind way.

“Queens.” You shrugged. “Small apartment, big rent, crap job until I started my own business, then I was planning on moving but you guys decided to level my apartment block to save people.” You shrugged.

“Sorry about that.” Steve said.

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.” You grinned sipping the soft drink Nat had given you instead of alcohol.

“Hey, I let you live here, didn’t I?” Tony said with a grin.

“But you did kind of destroy all her stuff Mr stark.” Peter said from where he had snuck in and sat down unnoticed.

“Hey, you're not supposed to be at these.” Tony said. “And I bought her new stuff.”

“Its just the team Mr Stark nobody else is here. Can I stay please?” Peter begged looking at you to back him up and pouting when you threw your hands up.

“I don’t know May said no alcohol.” He begun and suddenly May piped up making stark jump.

“Its fine Tony, just don’t give him any and keep an eye on him.” She said from where she was sat with pepper.

“Jesus woman. I forgot you were here. Don’t scare me, I have a heart condition you know.” Tony said as somewhere in the background sam continued laughing at him.

“Pepper said I could stay the night, and we could have a girl's day tomorrow.” May said grinning.

“Sounds like some shenanigans I want nothing to do with. I assume it will be at my expense.” Tony said sounding amused.

“Of course.” Pepper said.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” May added.

“I’ll drink to that.” Nat said and raised her glass.

As everyone took a swig of their respective drinks you realised why peter liked it so much here. It was a family. A real family. Sure, May did her best and you would always have a special bond only blood could give but this was the goofy family you never had.

“Wait so I’m confused, is she an avenger or not?” Clint asked seemingly asking the question on everyone’s mind.

“Can I answer that one Mr Stark.” Peter piped up.

“Sure kid.” Tony said.

“Welcome to the team Y/n/n.” Peter said with a big grin.

“Really?” You asked feeling this was all very offical.

“Damn right kid. We’d be stupid to not add another spider to the team.” Steve said with a smile.

“Plus, I already made you a suit. Ai and all.” Tony said.

“Thanks, tony.” You said with a big smile plastered across your cheeks.

“I have just one question…” Sam said with a shit-eating grin.

“What is it Mr Falcon?” Peter asked missing the look on Sam’s face.

“Who’s stronger?” Sam finished looking curious. “We already know spider boy is stronger than capsicle. But what about the other spider?” A few nods went around the room before Bucky spoke up.

“Arm wrestle.” He posed and you looked over at peter, flashing him a grin as he slouched in his seat.

“Ok.” You said and peter nodded.

Everyone crowded around the coffee table as peter and you sat down on the floor face each other.

“Standard rules. Ready?” Steve said as both you and peter positioned your arms on the table. Steve placed his hand over your clasped fists.

“Don’t break the table this time.” May said loud enough for people to hear and peters cheeks heated up while you snickered.

“3… 2 … 1… go!” Steve let go of your hands and straight away it begun leaning towards a win for you. Peters arm was shaking as he tried to fight back. With barely an inch between peters hand and the table the position flipped.

You were sure people had placed bets by now. Nat and Sam were cheering you on while Bucky had yet to forget the incident at the airport and placed his bet on peter.

You were on the defence now, with peter bringing your hand almost back up to the midway point. As it began to tilt in a bad direction for you with a burst of strength you slammed peters hand down on the table winning the match. Sam cheered and Nat smirked.

Standing up and brushing off invisible dusty from your lap Nat came to your side and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“My victor. Thanks for the easy twenty I just made.” She said and your cheeks were blazing as you retreated to your seat from earlier as everyone went back to their places.

“But can the spider's sister also lift the hammer?” Thor boomed as he patted your brother's shoulder while peter smirked. Everyone knew peter could wield the magical asgaurdian hammer.

You looked at Thor with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Is that a dare big man?” You asked with a grin curling up the edges of your lips.

“And if it is lady Parker?” Thor asked with a challenging tone.

“Well, if it is I never back down from a dare.” You said the look on your face never faltering.

“Then it is a date lady Parker.” Thor said removing his hand from Peter’s shoulder and clapping them together and rubbing his hands in anticipation.

“Ready to look like an idiot spider boy?” You asked looking at Peter who was starting to loose his confident look. He knew you had a heart of gold.

By now all eyes were on you, Peter and Thor.

“Alright pointbreak I put two hundred on the girl spider.” Tony said.

His words catching you off guard as you took a sip of your drink making it go down the wrong way as you choked and coughed. Making a few people laugh.

“Dollars?” You exclaimed once you got your breath back.

“No, I meant seashells.” Tony sassed rolling his eyes.

“I’ll take that.” Bucky said. “I say she can’t get it to budge.”

Soon there was a chorus of voices as everyone places their bets. Tony had, at some point, gotten Jarvis to start taking notes of who bet what and how much.

Once all the bets were done all eyes turned back to you and Thor.

“Alright lord of lightning.” Tony began, “where’s the magic screwdriver.”

“One second.” Thor boomed. Holding out his hand the sound of breaking glass came from across the compound before the hammer smashed through the wall and slotted perfectly into Thor’s open fist.

“Thor! I told you to stop doing that.” Tony said as he dispatched the iron legion to fix the hammer shaped holes in the walls.

“Apologies Stark it appears I have forgot again.” Thor said looking sheepish and slightly tipsy from the alcohol he brought from his home realm.

Before anyone else could complain about the new holes in the wall Thor places the hammer down on the table. Peter’s smirk began to waver at the look of confidence on your face. Yet internally you were nervous. Were you about to make yourself look like an idiot in front of everyone?

Taking a deep breath you attempted to steady your nerves. Thor brandished a hand in the direction of the hammer, inviting you to pick it up.

Steeling your nerves and steaming the quake in your hands you reached out and brushed your hand over the cool leather that the handle was bound in.

Taking a breath, you wrapped your fingers around the hilt and gently began to tug. The hammer moved as if it weighed nothing more than a few feathers. A collective noise halfway between a cheer and an audible groan came from the spectators as people either made or lost money on the events of the past few seconds.

You tossed the hammer lightly in the air as it spun a full three-sixty before you caught it again by the hilt.

“Lady Parker congratulations are in order.” Thor said looking giddy as he found another person who could wield the hammer. You had a wide grin on your face feeling pretty special for once.

“Why exactly?” You asked not entirely aware of the legend that surrounded your actions.

“Oooo she don’t know.” Sam said before Bucky lightly slapped him to get him to shut up. Sam glared at Bucky as he rubbed his arm, Bucky however seemed unaffected as he shrugged unapologetically at Sam who poked his tongue out at Bucky who pretended not to see.

“Well, lady Parker, they say those who wield the hammer are fit to rule Asgard.” Thor said and you looked excited for a second before groaning.

“What is it?” Wanda asked feeling the slight annoyance and hesitation rolling off your psyche.

“Ew…” you muttered shivering dramatically.

“What?” Nat said reiterating Wanda’s earlier statement.

“I don’t wanna be eternally ruling alongside my little brother. He’d probably need to be babysat the whole time.” You whined making everyone chuckle while peter looked offended.

“I don’t need babysitting.” Peter piped up.

“Kid I had to put an AI in your suit to babysit you after a building fell on you. She’s not wrong.” Tony said and Peter frowned.

“Hey, you gave me one too.” You protested.

“That’s to help you, it doesn’t have snitch programs in it.” Tony said smirking at Peter.

“Yeah, plus I use Jarvis to babysit Tony.” Pepper said smirking over the rim of her wineglass as she took another sip.

“What?!” Tony spluttered. “Hey Jarvis! Is this true?”

“No boss.” Jarvis said not missing a beat.

“I programmed him to say that.” Pepper said adding her two cents.

“It that true j?” Tony asked again.

“No boss.” Jarvis said

“Liar.” Tony grumbled.

May and pepper giggled as they clinked glasses, those two always seemed to be causing trouble. They had gotten quite close after Tony had reduced peppers hours for stark industries, claiming she worked too much and needed more time to “have a life” as he put it.

Naturally Pepper had taken to spending more time with May whilst Tony mentored Peter which had resulted in their wine and cheese club that met whenever Peter came over for his mentorship with Tony. Natasha was known to join on occasion as she knew everything that happened in the tower and would never say no to expensive and more importantly free wine. Wanda joined but it was few and far between that she frequented the club. Often, she was busy doing her own thing and lately she had been too busy spending time with you.

Your only concern was May telling Pepper about … things and then pepper telling Tony who would no doubt end up telling everyone in the tower. For now, you just wanted things to be normal, or as normal as they could be right now.

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Oh please don’t make Karl suffer. We need the girl to fall in love with him and I don’t think this Elisabeth is the right one for him, she’s quite selfish and mean and I love so much this old man and I’m sure he and his wife could be quite a funny duo with a lot of complicity Yet, I love this story, it gives off so much Jane Austen vibes !

Title: Escape into Shadows

Summary: Desperation and determination clash as a wife's bid for freedom is thwarted by her relentless husband.

Pairing: Karl Hoffmeister × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Escape, anger, betrayal, and positivity.

Author's Notes: Oh, don’t worry, I promise not to make Karl suffer too much! 😊 I completely agree—he deserves someone kind-hearted and loving, and yes, I can totally see him and his wife as a funny, dynamic duo with lots of complicity! I'm so flattered that my story gives off Jane Austen vibes—thank you! Stay tuned for more twists and turns in their love story! 🌸📖

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth and Seventh part here.

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That night, you retired early after dinner, eager to pack a discreet bag of clothes for your escape. The anticipation of freedom kept you focused and determined as you carefully selected items that would be essential for your journey. Meanwhile, downstairs, Karl lingered in the dining room, sharing a drink with Johann.

Karl found himself unable to fully enjoy the moment, a nagging discomfort gnawing at him. He had noticed your early departure and couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Despite his efforts to give you space and respect your wishes, your absence bothered him deeply. He took a sip of his drink, trying to push the thoughts away, but they lingered like a persistent shadow.

Johann, on the other hand, was in high spirits. He drank heartily, regaling Karl with stories and laughter. The effects of the alcohol were evident as Johann's speech grew louder and his gestures more animated. Karl forced a smile, attempting to engage with his cousin, but his mind remained preoccupied.

"Karl, you look like you have something on your mind," Johann slurred, his eyes glinting with mischief. "What's bothering you?"

Karl sighed, swirling his drink in his glass. "It's nothing, Johann. Just some thoughts I can't seem to shake."

Johann laughed, clapping Karl on the back. "Come on, cousin! Life's too short to be so serious. Enjoy the moment!"

Karl nodded, though his heart wasn't in it. He watched as Johann poured himself another drink, the amber liquid catching the light. As the night wore on, Johann grew increasingly intoxicated, his laughter echoing through the room.

Finally, seeing that Johann was in no condition to continue drinking, Karl decided it was time to call it a night. He stood up, gently guiding Johann to his feet. "Come on, Johann. Let's get you to bed."

Johann stumbled slightly, leaning on Karl for support. "You're always looking out for me, cousin," he mumbled, his words slurred.

Karl managed a small smile, steadying Johann as they made their way to the guest room. "Someone has to," he replied, his tone light but his thoughts heavy.

They reached the guest room, and Karl helped Johann onto the bed. Johann mumbled incoherently, his eyes half-closed. Karl watched him for a moment, ensuring he was settled before quietly leaving the room.

As he walked down the hallway, Karl's thoughts returned to you. The unease he had felt earlier had only grown stronger. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Deciding to check on you, he made his way to your bedroom, his footsteps soft against the carpeted floor.

Karl stopped outside your door, taking a deep breath before knocking gently. He waited for a moment until the door opened, and he was face to face with you. You were dressed in a bathrobe, your hair down, a sight that struck him as both intimate and vulnerable.

You frowned slightly, your impatience evident. "What do you want, Karl?" you asked, your tone edged with irritation.

Karl was silent for a moment, simply looking at you. The sight of you in such a relaxed state caught him off guard, and he found himself momentarily lost for words.

"Well?" you pressed, growing more impatient. "What is it?"

Karl snapped out of his stupor, clearing his throat. "I just wanted to check on you," he said, his voice soft. "You seemed angry with me this morning, and I didn't understand why."

You sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "It's nothing, Karl. You should stop worrying about it and go rest."

As you leaned against the doorframe, trying to dismiss Karl, you attempted to close the door. However, Karl's hand shot out, stopping the door from closing. His eyes, filled with desperation and hope, met yours, and for a moment, you felt a pang of pity for the man who had brought so much turmoil into your life.

"Please, [Your Name]," Karl implored, his voice trembling with emotion. "Just give me a chance. I know I can make you happy if you'll let me."

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his words. The genuine pain and longing in his eyes made you falter. Part of you wanted to believe him, to think that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for a different future. But another part of you knew that his actions had forced you into this life, and the resentment you felt was hard to ignore.

Karl stepped closer, his hand still holding the door. "I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make this marriage work," he said earnestly. "I know I haven't been the husband you deserve, but I want to change that. I want to be better for you."

You swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "Karl, it's not that simple," you began, your voice wavering. "There are so many things between us, so much hurt and misunderstanding."

"I know," Karl replied, his voice breaking slightly. "But I believe we can overcome it. Please, just give me a chance. We can start fresh, build something real together."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability there. It was clear that Karl was desperate, willing to do anything to win your affection. You felt a pang of guilt for what you were about to do, but the need for freedom was too strong to ignore.

"Alright, Karl," you said softly, forcing a small smile. "I'll give our marriage a chance. Let's try to make it work."

Karl's face lit up with hope and relief. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

You nodded, trying to maintain the facade. "But for now, I need to rest," you added gently. "It's been a long day."

Karl nodded eagerly, stepping back from the door. "Of course, of course," he said quickly. "Get some rest. We'll talk more tomorrow."

As he turned to leave, you felt a mixture of emotions swirling within you. Relief at the prospect of escape, guilt for deceiving him, and a lingering sadness for the man who had shown a glimpse of his true self. You closed the door softly, leaning against it for a moment to collect your thoughts.

Once you were sure Karl had left, you moved quickly to finalize your preparations. You retrieved the small bag you had packed earlier, ensuring everything you needed was inside. Your heart raced with anticipation and fear, but you knew this was your chance to reclaim your life.

The hours passed slowly, the house becoming quiet as the night deepened. You sat by the window, listening to the sounds of the mansion settling into slumber. The weight of your decision hung heavily on your shoulders, but the promise of freedom kept you resolute. Finally, when you thought Elisabeth might have given up, there was a soft knock on the door.

Rushing to answer it, you opened the door to see Elisabeth standing there, a lamp in hand. She looked at you with a mixture of determination and urgency. "Are you ready?" she whispered.

You nodded, removing your robe to reveal your practical horse riding clothes. Elisabeth nodded approvingly, and you silently retrieved your bag of essentials. Tying up your hair, you followed her through the dimly lit halls of the house, your footsteps careful and quiet.

Elisabeth led you to the door, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp. She handed you a small pouch of money, her eyes earnest. "I've left one of the horses saddled and ready for travel," she said, her voice low but firm. "Take this money, it should be enough to get you to the city and onto a train."

You took the lamp and the pouch of money from her, your heart pounding with a mixture of gratitude and anxiety. "Thank you, Elisabeth," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "For everything you're doing."

Elisabeth gave you a tight-lipped smile, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Go quickly and stay safe," she urged, glancing around to ensure no one was watching.

You nodded, clutching the lamp and your bag tightly. With one last look at Elisabeth, you stepped outside, the cool night air enveloping you. The path to the stables was dark, but the lamp's soft glow guided your way. You moved swiftly, your heart racing with each step.

As you reached the stables, you saw the horse Elisabeth had prepared for you. It was a sturdy, reliable mount, ready for the journey ahead. You quickly secured your bag to the saddle and mounted the horse, your movements fueled by adrenaline and determination.

But a sudden noise caught your attention—a gentle snort from the stables. You turned to see Spaghetti, the little foal, awake and watching you with curious eyes. For a moment, the urgency of your departure faded as you dismounted and walked over to the foal, your heart softening at the sight of the young animal.

Spaghetti nickered softly, his large eyes reflecting the lamplight as you reached out to stroke his soft coat. "Goodbye, Spaghetti," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of sadness and affection. "I'll miss you."

As you stood there, gently caressing the foal, you realized that in your anxiety and haste, you had forgotten to say goodbye to Mouse, who was still asleep in your bed. The thought tugged at your heart, but you knew there was no turning back now. At least you could bid farewell to Spaghetti, a small comfort in the midst of your escape.

You gave the foal one last gentle pat before returning to your horse, steeling yourself for the journey ahead. Mounting the horse once more, you took a deep breath and urged the animal forward, the soft clop of hooves on the ground echoing in the stillness of the night.

As you rode away from the estate, the familiar surroundings grew distant, shrouded in darkness. The path ahead was uncertain, but with each step, the weight of your decision seemed to lift, replaced by a growing sense of liberation. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the promise of a new beginning.

Karl couldn't sleep. The happiness bubbling inside him was too much to contain. The words you had spoken earlier in the evening replayed in his mind, each one a beacon of hope that you would finally give your marriage a chance. This newfound possibility filled him with a joy so profound that sleep seemed impossible. Instead, he resolved to work on some papers that lay scattered on the table in his bedroom.

Dressed only in a white shirt, suit pants, and suspenders, Karl sat at his desk, trying to focus on the documents before him. The soft light of the desk lamp cast a warm glow over the room, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you. He could barely concentrate, the anticipation and excitement of what the future might hold with you constantly pulling his attention away from the task at hand.

His pen moved absently over the paper, signing off on business deals and approving factory orders, but his mind was elsewhere. Every now and then, he would glance towards the door, half-expecting you to walk in, even though he knew you were likely asleep. The memory of your promise to give the marriage a chance played over and over in his mind, a melody of hope and longing.

Karl sighed, setting the pen down and rubbing his temples. The events of the evening had left him emotionally drained, yet exhilarated. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts a whirlwind of plans and dreams for a future with you. He imagined the two of you spending time together, sharing moments of genuine connection, and building a life filled with mutual respect and affection.

Suddenly, Karl heard a noise: Mouse barking, echoing through the house. He was confused by the commotion at such a late hour. Could you be playing late with the puppy? As the barking continued, growing more insistent, Karl decided to investigate. Secretly, he wanted an excuse to take a look at you, to see if the tentative peace from earlier had held.

Karl made his way to your room. He knocked softly on the door and waited, but there was no answer. Mouse's barking only grew louder and more agitated. Concerned, Karl gently opened the door and called for you, "Are you in here?" His voice was met with silence.

As he stepped inside, Mouse ran straight to him, his small body trembling with anxiety. Karl was confused, glancing around the room. The bed was made, and there was no sign of you. He entered the room fully, his eyes scanning for any clue. Mouse seemed to be doing the same, his nose sniffing the air as if searching for your scent.

Karl checked the private bathroom, calling your name once more, but it was empty. A sense of unease settled over him as he left the bedroom and made his way downstairs, his heart pounding in his chest. The house was eerily quiet, save for the echo of Mouse's barks.

Determined to find you, Karl began waking the employees. "Hans, wake up!" he called out, knocking on the butler's door. "Something's wrong."

Hans emerged, rubbing his eyes and adjusting his robe. "Herr Hoffmeister, what is it?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

"My wife is gone," Karl replied, his tone urgent. "We need to find her."

Hans nodded, quickly waking the other staff. The household sprang into action, searching every corner of the estate. Karl's mind raced with possibilities, his anxiety growing with each passing moment.

He instructed the stable hands to check the stables, fearing the worst. His heart sank when they reported back that one of the horses was missing. Karl's face paled, a mixture of fear and anger swirling within him. "She took one of the horses," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Mouse continued to bark, running back and forth as if trying to encourage Karl to act. Following the dog's lead, Karl's mind pieced together the events of the night. The horse, the absence, the hurried departure—it all pointed to one thing: you were trying to escape.

Karl wasted no time. The idea of you escaping from him was unbearable. Ignoring Anna's screams calling for him, he sprinted towards the stables. At the same time, Elisabeth, alerted by the commotion, hurried downstairs and demanded an explanation.

"What is happening?" Elisabeth questioned, her voice trembling with urgency.

Liselotte, her face pale with concern, replied, "Madame Hoffmeister is gone, Fräulein Elisabeth. We believe she has run away."

Hans quickly took charge, organizing the staff into search parties. "Spread out and search the grounds thoroughly," he commanded, his voice steady but urgent. "Check every corner of the property."

Karl's heart pounded as he reached the stables, his eyes scanning the rows of stalls. One was conspicuously empty, and the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. Blitz, the finest horse in the stable, was gone.

"Fuck, no, no, no, no!" Karl swore, his voice echoing in the empty stable. His anger and hurt were palpable, his mind racing with betrayal. You had lied to him. You had no intention of giving the marriage a chance.

With a swift, practiced motion, Karl saddled another horse and mounted it. His jaw was set, his eyes blazing with determination. He forced the horse into a gallop, the powerful animal responding to his urgency. The night air whipped past him as he rode, his thoughts consumed with finding you.

He knew you were likely headed towards the city, the most logical destination for an escape. Karl urged his horse faster, the rhythm of the hooves pounding in sync with his racing heart. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, the woman he had fought so hard to have in his life.

As he rode through the darkened countryside, the moonlight casting eerie shadows, Karl's mind was a tumult of emotions. Anger, betrayal, desperation, and a fierce, unyielding love drove him forward. He had to find you, to bring you back, to make you understand the depth of his feelings.

Karl shouted, calling for you, his voice echoing through the dark night. "[Your Name]!" His desperation was palpable, a raw and anguished plea that sent a shiver down your spine.

You were just a few meters away, and his voice made you freeze in fear. Stopping Blitz, you looked back, realizing with horror that Karl had noticed your escape attempt too quickly. "No, no, no!" you whispered urgently to yourself, trying to make Blitz gallop. "Come on, please!"

But Blitz recognized Karl's voice and refused to move forward, remaining stubbornly still. You hit Blitz with your heels harder, trying to get the horse to move, but Blitz didn't obey. Karl's voice grew closer, his shouts more urgent and commanding. "[Your Name]!"

You glanced back again, peeking with your lamp, and saw that he was now dangerously close. Panic surged through you as you tried desperately to get Blitz to move. "Please, we have to go!" you urged, your voice trembling with fear and frustration.

Blitz remained unmoved, his ears flicking back as Karl's voice grew louder. The horse's loyalty to his master outweighed your desperate commands. You felt a wave of hopelessness crash over you as you saw Karl's figure approaching rapidly, illuminated by the faint moonlight and the glow of your lamp.

You cursed and dismounted the horse, while it neighed loudly, attracting Karl's attention. "Damn loyal horse," you muttered under your breath, frantically trying to untie your bag from the saddle to attempt an escape on foot. But Karl's relentless shouts grew closer, each one laced with desperation and fury.

Karl dismounted his horse with a swift, practiced motion, running after you with determination. When you realized this, panic surged through you. You abandoned your bag and the lamp, opting for the only option left—running.

But Karl was quick, his longer strides closing the distance between you in mere moments. His hand caught you by the waist, and you screamed, writhing in his grip. "Let me go!" you yelled, your voice filled with fear and anger. "Let me go, Karl!"

Karl cursed, his voice a mixture of rage and hurt. "You lied to me!" he shouted, his grip tightening. "You said you would give this marriage a chance!"

You continued to squirm, your body twisting desperately in his arms. "Of course I lied!" you spat, your voice venomous. "Did you really think I would give this a chance? I hate you, Karl! I hate this marriage! I would never have married you if I had a choice!"

Karl's eyes blazed with a terrifying intensity as he spun you around to face him. His hands gripped your arms with a bruising force, his face inches from yours. The pure anger in his eyes made your blood run cold. "It doesn't matter if you wanted this or not," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine now. My wife. I won't let you go!"

You struggled against him, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. "I hate you!" you screamed, tears streaming down your face. "You forced me into this! I don't belong to you!"

Karl's face twisted with a mix of fury and anguish. "I trusted you!" he shouted, shaking you slightly. "I believed you when you said you would try. And this is how you repay me? By running away in the dead of night?"

You felt a wave of terror as his grip tightened further, his possessiveness evident in every word. "You're my wife," he growled, his voice trembling with emotion. "Whether you like it or not, you're mine. And I won't let you go. Ever."

Your body went still, the reality of your situation crashing over you like a tidal wave. Karl's rage, his betrayal, his desperate need to possess you—it was all too overwhelming. You knew in that moment that escape was impossible, that the man before you was not just your husband but your captor.

"Please," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Please, let me go."

But Karl denied, "No! I have been good to you, I have been patient, I endured your coldness and your mockery in silence, and you repay me by lying to me, trying to get away from me! But no more!" His voice trembled with a mix of fury and hurt, his grip on your arms unyielding. "You gave me hope only to break it by trying to get away from me. Do you realize how much your lie hurt me?"

You couldn't care enough to comfort him, the desperation for freedom still burning in your chest. You hit his chest with all the strength you could muster, trying to make him let go. "I would never have married a fat, old man like you!" you screamed, your voice filled with disdain and anger.

Karl's eyes darkened with a dangerous intensity as he pulled you tighter against him, his hand gripping your hair and yanking your head back so you were forced to look at him. The pain shot through your scalp, making you gasp.

"Is that how you see me?" Karl's voice was a low, menacing growl. "A fat, pathetic old man?" His grip on your hair tightened, and despite the pain, you could feel the subtle, unnerving tension that simmered between you both.

You moaned softly, the pain in your scalp mingling with the intensity of the moment. The raw, unfiltered emotions swirled between you, creating a volatile mix of anger, fear, and an unexpected undercurrent of something darker, something you didn't want to acknowledge.

"Answer me," Karl demanded, his face inches from yours. "Is that all I am to you?" His breath was hot against your skin, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your heart race. The closeness, the raw emotion, the undeniable power he held over you—it all combined to create a confusing mix of dread and something unsettlingly magnetic.

You swallowed hard, the words sticking in your throat. "Yes," you spat, your voice shaking. "That's all you are to me."

Karl's expression twisted with a mix of rage and something more primal. "Then I'll make you see me differently," he vowed, his voice a dangerous whisper. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back further, exposing the vulnerable curve of your neck. His lips brushed against your skin, a shiver running through you as you felt the heat of his breath.

"Let me go," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. But even as you spoke, a part of you couldn't deny the electric charge that surged between you, the dark and dangerous allure of his power over you.

Karl's grip didn't loosen. If anything, it tightened as he pressed his body against yours, his other hand sliding down your back, holding you firmly in place. "Never," he murmured against your skin. "You're mine, and I won't let you go."

The conflict between you was palpable, the clash of your desperate need for freedom against his unyielding desire to possess you. The tension simmered beneath the surface, an undeniable current that neither of you could fully ignore. Despite the pain and the fear, there was a part of you that was acutely aware of the raw, visceral connection that thrummed between you.

You cursed him, your words filled with venom and defiance, but Karl only held you tighter, his body a solid, immovable force against yours. "You can hate me all you want," he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. "But you will never escape me. I will make you see me for who I am."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the darkness in his voice both terrifying and strangely alluring. The night seemed to close in around you, the world narrowing to just the two of you, locked in a battle of wills and emotions that neither of you could fully control.

"And what are you, Karl? Who are you?" You questioned, trying to pull away from Karl’s overpowering grip, but it was futile. He stared into your eyes with an intensity that made your breath catch. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, and for a moment, you thought he might kiss you. Instead, his voice, low and commanding, resonated through the night air.

“I am your husband,” Karl declared with finality.

With that, he released his grip on your hair, only to grasp your waist firmly, guiding you toward his horse. You struggled, but Karl’s strength was unyielding as he forced you to mount the animal. Once you were seated, he climbed up behind you, wrapping his arms around your trembling form. His body pressed against yours, the heat of his presence overwhelming.

Karl turned the horse towards the property, whistling for Blitz to follow. The loyal horse obeyed without hesitation, trotting alongside as Karl urged his mount forward.

The ride back to the estate was silent, the only sounds the rhythmic thud of hooves and the pounding of your heart. Karl’s arms encircled you, his hands resting possessively on your abdomen. The proximity was suffocating yet strangely thrilling, a confusing mix of fear and something you couldn’t quite name.

As the estate loomed closer, Karl’s voice broke the silence, a dark whisper in your ear. “You think you can escape me?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin. “You belong to me. And I will make sure you understand that.”

You shivered, the words sending a jolt through you. His possessiveness was terrifying, yet there was an undeniable pull, a magnetic force that drew you towards him even as you tried to resist.

“I hate you,” you spat, your voice trembling with emotion. “I will never belong to you.”

Karl’s grip tightened, his body pressing harder against yours. “You can fight all you want,” he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. “But you can’t deny the truth.”

As you approached the estate, Karl’s voice softened, but the possessiveness remained. “You will come to see that I am not just a fat, old man,” he said, his tone both a promise and a threat. “I am your husband, and I will make you understand what that means.”

With that, he guided the horse into the courtyard, the estate’s imposing silhouette looming over you both. The journey had ended, but the battle between you had only just begun. You were trapped, bound to a man who demanded your submission, and the realization filled you with a mix of dread and an inexplicable, unnamed desire.

The servants came out to the sound of the horses, their expressions a mix of relief and concern as they saw Karl and you returning. The lantern light flickered, casting long shadows across the courtyard as Karl dismounted with a firm, determined motion. He turned to help you down, his hands steadying you as you slid from the horse's back.

Elisabeth, who had also emerged from the house, watched the scene with wide eyes. The look you exchanged with her was brief but laden with unspoken words. You saw a flicker of guilt and worry in her eyes before she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing.

Anna tried to come closer, her face etched with concern. "Madame, are you alright?" she asked softly, her tone filled with a mix of worry and reprimand. "Running away like that—what were you thinking?"

But before Anna could get any closer, Karl’s grip on your arm tightened, his face set in a stern mask. "Stay back, Anna," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. He pulled you into the house with him, a firm hand on your arm that left no room for protest.

You reluctantly followed, your eyes darting around in a desperate search for an escape. You tried to free yourself from his grip, but his hold was unyielding, a physical manifestation of his determination to keep you under his control. Behind you, Anna and Hans exchanged worried looks, both perplexed by their employer's aggressive behavior.

Inside, the grand halls of the mansion seemed to close in around you, the opulence of your surroundings feeling more like a prison with each step. Karl guided you through the dimly lit corridors, his silence heavy and oppressive. You could feel the intensity of his anger and hurt, a volatile mix that made you uneasy.

You heard Hans's voice behind you as he ordered some servants to go and guard the horses. The servants obeyed, getting your saddle bag from Blitz and handing it to Hans. Inside the house, Karl finally let go of you when the two of you arrived in the living room, but his eyes were dark with anger and determination.

"Who helped you?" Karl demanded, his voice a low growl.

You met his gaze with defiance, your heart pounding. "No one helped me," you replied firmly. "I planned this on my own."

Karl's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "Do you think I'm an idiot?" he hissed. "I know you couldn't have done this alone. So I'll ask you again: who helped you?"

You held your ground, refusing to give in. "I told you, no one helped me."

Karl's face twisted with rage, his eyes scanning the room. He looked at each of the employees, his expression growing darker with each passing second. "Which of you helped her?" he barked, his voice echoing through the room.

The employees remained silent, their eyes averted, unsure of how to respond. The tension in the room was palpable, everyone waiting for the inevitable explosion.

Elisabeth stepped forward, her face a mask of determination. "It was Liselotte," she declared, her voice steady. "I saw her and [Your Name] talking quietly earlier today. She must have been the one to help her escape."

You were shocked by Elisabeth's lie, your eyes widening in disbelief. "That's not true!" you protested, turning to Karl. "Liselotte had nothing to do with this!"

Liselotte, standing at the edge of the room, shook her head vehemently. "I swear, Herr Hoffmeister, I did not help Madame," she insisted, her voice filled with desperation. "I would never betray you like that."

But Elisabeth was firm, her eyes fixed on Karl. "I saw them," she repeated, her voice unwavering. "They were whispering and plotting. Liselotte is lying to protect herself."

Karl's eyes flicked between you, Liselotte, and Elisabeth, his face a storm of emotions. "Liselotte," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "Is this true?"

Liselotte met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "No, Herr Hoffmeister, it's not true," she replied, her voice steady. "I did not help Madame."

Karl's gaze hardened, his anger barely contained. He turned to you, his eyes boring into yours. "Is she telling the truth?" he demanded. "Did Liselotte help you?"

You shook your head, your voice firm. "No, Karl. Liselotte had nothing to do with this. It was all my idea."

Karl's face twisted with fury, his eyes blazing. "I don't believe you," he spat, his voice filled with venom.

Karl's eyes burned with anger and disbelief as he turned to Liselotte. "Pack your things," he commanded, his voice ice-cold. "You are fired."

Liselotte's face turned ashen, her eyes wide with shock and hurt. "But Herr Hoffmeister, I swear—"

Before she could finish, you stepped forward, your voice trembling with urgency. "No, Karl, you can't do this! It wasn't Liselotte. It was Elisabeth who helped me escape!"

Elisabeth's face twisted with a mixture of shock and indignation. "That's a lie!" she protested, her voice rising. "I would never betray Karl like that!"

You turned to her, your eyes blazing with anger. "How dare you deny it in front of me and still accuse Liselotte! You saddled the horse for me, you gave me the money!"

Elisabeth's expression changed, her eyes filling with tears as she moved closer to Karl, clutching his arm. "Karl, please, you have to believe me," she pleaded, her voice quivering. "I would never do such a thing. You know how much I care about you. I would never betray you like this."

Karl's eyes softened as he looked at his cousin, his anger momentarily giving way to concern. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, Elisabeth," he murmured. "I trust you."

You felt a surge of disbelief and rage. "You trust her, but not me?" you spat, your voice trembling with fury. "Elisabeth is nothing more than a manipulative liar!"

Karl's face hardened as he turned back to you, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "Enough!" he barked. "I will not have you insult my cousin. She has always been loyal to me, unlike you."

You took a step back, your heart pounding with a mix of anger and despair. "She helped me because she wants you for herself!" you shouted, your voice raw with emotion. "She doesn't care about you. She just wants to get rid of me!"

Elisabeth's tears flowed freely now as she buried her face in Karl's chest. "Karl, please, don't listen to her," she sobbed. "She's just trying to cause trouble."

Karl's arms tightened around Elisabeth, his face set in a mask of resolve. "I won't listen to these lies any longer," he declared. "You have done nothing but try to escape and deceive me. From now on, you will be confined to your room until I decide what to do with you."

Your eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "Confined to my room? You can't be serious!"

Karl's gaze was unyielding. "You have left me no choice. You will stay in your room, and you will be watched at all times."

He then turned his attention to Liselotte, his expression as cold and unyielding as ice. "Liselotte," he repeated, his voice steely, "pack your things and leave my property immediately. I do not tolerate disloyalty."

Liselotte sniffed, lowering her head in submission as she accepted her fate. "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

But you couldn't accept this. "No!" you shouted, your voice filled with desperation and fury. "If you dare fire Liselotte, I will never look you in the face again! I will hate you forever!"

Karl was undeterred, ignoring your outburst as he turned to Elisabeth. "Elisabeth, go to your bedroom," he ordered, his tone firm.

Elisabeth hesitated, her eyes flicking between you and Karl. But eventually, she gave in, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Yes, Karl," she murmured, her voice barely audible. She cast a final glance at you, a mix of regret and triumph in her eyes, before disappearing up the stairs.

You clenched your fists, your anger boiling over as you watched her leave. Turning back to Karl, you saw his gaze fixed coldly on Liselotte. "What are you still doing here?" he demanded harshly.

Desperation surged through you as you stepped in front of Karl, grabbing his hand. "Please," you begged, your voice trembling. "Don't do this. Don't fire Liselotte. She doesn't deserve this."

Karl's eyes bore into yours, his expression unyielding. "And why shouldn't I?" he asked coldly. "Give me one good reason."

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. "I'll do anything," you said, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Just don't fire her."

Karl's interest was piqued, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Anything?" he repeated, his tone laden with suspicion and curiosity.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, anything. Just let Liselotte stay."

Karl's gaze softened slightly, a calculating look entering his eyes. "Very well," he said slowly. "Sleep in the same room as me, and I will allow Liselotte to continue working here."

Your heart sank at his demand, but you had no other choice. "Alright," you agreed, your voice barely audible. "I'll sleep in your room."

Karl's grip on your hand tightened briefly before he let go, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Good," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Liselotte, you may continue working here. But know this: any further disloyalty will not be tolerated."

Liselotte nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Herr Hoffmeister," she whispered, her voice trembling. "And thank you, madame."

You forced a small smile, your heart heavy with the weight of your decision. "Go get some rest, Liselotte," you said gently. "It's been a long night."

Liselotte bowed slightly before retreating, leaving you alone with Karl. The silence between you was thick with tension and unspoken words.

"Come," Karl said softly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Let's retire for the night."

You followed him reluctantly, your mind swirling with a mix of fear, anger, and a faint, flickering hope. The path ahead was uncertain, but for now, you had managed to secure a small victory. Liselotte was safe, and you had bought yourself some time to navigate the complex and dangerous web that bound you to Karl Hoffmeister.

Karl took you to what should have been and would now be your marital bedroom. You opened the door and entered, being greeted by Mouse who ran to you, whining and happy. You bent down to grab him, hugging the puppy to your chest as Karl closed the door behind the two of you, locking it with a definitive click. You tensed at the sound, hugging Mouse tighter.

"Change and go to bed," Karl ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

You quickly obeyed, taking your nightgown and heading to the bathroom with Mouse following closely behind. You took your time changing, wanting to delay the inevitable, hopefully wishing that Karl had changed his mind and left, or at least had fallen asleep. The minutes dragged on as you washed your face, brushed your hair, and finally changed into your nightgown.

When you finally emerged from the bathroom, Karl was on the bed, still in his pants and shirt, though he had removed his suspenders. He lay propped up against the pillows, his eyes tracking your every move with a calm intensity that made your heart race.

"Come here," Karl said softly, patting the space beside him on the bed. His tone was gentle, but there was an underlying firmness that left no room for refusal.

You hesitated, feeling a wave of dread wash over you. Mouse, sensing your unease, whined softly, his eyes pleading. Gathering your courage, you moved towards the bed and climbed in, keeping Mouse close.

Karl watched you, his expression unreadable. "You don't need to be afraid," he said quietly. "I won't hurt you."

You didn't respond, pulling the sheets around yourself and keeping Mouse between you and Karl, using the puppy as a barrier. Karl noted this but said nothing about it, instead demanding that you tell him how Liselotte helped you escape.

"It wasn't Liselotte," you stated firmly, meeting his gaze with defiance. "It was Elisabeth."

Karl growled in warning, his eyes narrowing. "Don't you dare accuse my cousin," he hissed.

Your anger flared at his blind trust in Elisabeth. "Believe whatever you want," you snapped, getting comfortable on the bed and pulling the covers wide around you. "But don't you dare touch me."

Karl scoffed, his eyes flicking over you with a mixture of frustration and curiosity. "And what will you do if I touch you?" he challenged.

"I'll order Mouse to bite you," you declared, your voice steady despite the tension.

Karl couldn't help but laugh, a little in mockery, looking at the small puppy on the bed. Mouse barked softly, sensing the unease in the room.

Karl's laughter faded, but the anger in his eyes remained. "You think this little dog will protect you?" he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"Yes," you replied firmly, your hand gently stroking Mouse's fur. "He's loyal, unlike some people."

Karl's expression softened slightly as he saw how attached and loyal you were to your employees and your dog. The sight tugged at something deep within him, a flicker of understanding mixed with his lingering anger.

"I won't touch you tonight," he said, his voice low and controlled. "But know this: you will not escape me. You will learn to accept your place as my wife."

You turned away from him, refusing to acknowledge his words. Mouse settled beside you, providing a small measure of comfort as you closed your eyes, trying to block out the reality of your situation.

Karl lay back against the pillows, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He was still furious that you had tried to leave him, but there was a growing sense of admiration for your loyalty to those around you. It was a trait he valued, even if it was directed towards others and not himself.

As the night wore on, the tension in the room remained palpable. You stayed on your side of the bed, keeping Mouse close, while Karl remained on his, his eyes occasionally drifting to you. Despite the anger and frustration, there was a small part of him that hoped, one day, you would see him differently.

The night passed slowly, each of you lost in your own thoughts. The fragile truce between you held, but the underlying currents of anger, betrayal, and a faint glimmer of hope continued to swirl, setting the stage for the battles yet to come.

[paingoes]

Rubies

Settling

(Content: living weapon whumpee, conditioning, past abuse, brief hanging/death mention, brief nsfw talk)

“Home sweet home,” Apollo coughed up the dust that had rained on him just as soon as he’d crossed the threshold. Delta trailed quietly behind him.

Despite Apollo’s warnings about the house, Delta couldn’t find much wrong with it. Apollo had assumed he was very accustomed to the luxury that Empire’s elite resided in and had been rather apologetic about the downgrade. That assumption was correct, but Delta had very rarely been inside anyone’s actual house before. He had no real point of comparison. For what it was, it suited him just fine.

The verdict had been passed down just yesterday. Iza’s crew were all free to go; they had just been following her orders. Iza herself was on unpaid leave for a month, after which she would probably be reassigned to somewhere in Antartica until Levon decided she’d had enough. Kitty and Apollo had both been given two months of unpaid leave. Delta was to stay with them during that period.

“It’s not the worst thing in the world,” Apollo had said to Delta when the two of them were alone, “Me and Iza have somewhere to stay. He’s just docking our pay, which wasn’t that much to begin with. It’s kind of a fucked up thing to do to Kitty, though. Levon knows she doesn’t have a place.”

Delta nodded. The same conduct within Empire would invariably be met with death by hanging. He did not mention this. 

Kitty dragged the suitcase into the house just after them. She sneezed the same way kittens do — a sharp, soft sound. 

“Bless you. Yeah, it needs to be cleaned,” Apollo acknowledged, “I really didn’t think it’d been that long since I stopped by. Time flies, I guess.”

Delta nodded. It would be difficult with his arm in the cast, but he was used to working through injuries. It was more common than not, as of recently. He drifted around the kitchen island and knelt down to retrieve the chemicals from the sink. Apollo and Kitty had both disappeared by the time he rose up again. 

He dampened the cloth, careful to avoid wetting the bandages. It was easier to start with the counters; all the excess dust would get onto the floor where it could be vacuumed. He winced. It would be really painful to scrub the floor tiles the way his ribs were now. It had hurt enough just to bow; maintaining that position for several hours might not be feasible. One thing at a time, though. He focused solely on the granite surface. The shine immediately returned to it as soon as he pressed the cloth against it, highlighting just how bad the rest of the kitchen had gotten. Two hours, minimum. He bit his lip, forcing his own patience.

“Babe, not you,” Kitty said, popping back into the kitchen, “We’ll do it. You’re injured.”

He failed to see the relevance of that last part, but was grateful nonetheless. He put the cloth down gingerly. She had indicated that he follow her. He did so.

There was a single downstairs bedroom. Apollo was drawing back the curtains. He twisted abruptly around like he was surprised to see them somehow. He wiped his hands off on his jeans.

“I thought it would be easier for you if you take downstairs. You wouldn’t have to move around so much. I’ll try to make the room less impersonal? But you can take me or Lun’s room upstairs if you want. Your call.”

Delta blinked. No, it wasn’t. It was Apollo’s house. He’d go where he wanted him and it was obvious he wanted him here.

“Yes, sir.” He lowered his eyes. He’d been muttering a lot, recently. He knew he wasn’t supposed to. The words just kept getting caught somewhere.

“You don’t have to call me that,” Apollo said hurriedly, “And this’ll be the last move for a while, I promise.”

The exhaustion must have shown on his face. From the battleship into the jet into the safehouse into the jet into the base into the shuttle into the house. Half of it had spent in delirium, the other half spent in its afterglow. Delta felt as if he had been tripping for a week straight.

“Do you want to lay down for a little bit?” Kitty asked. Her tail flickered into a question mark shape behind her.

“Yes, miss.” His voice did not come out any louder, no matter how hard he tried. “Please.”

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He woke up into darkness with only a few strands of moonlight to illuminate the room. Again, he was momentarily panicked, without any idea where he was or why it looked different. He sat up in the darkness. He could hear faint voices coming from the other room. He did not feel the subtle movements of a ship. Grounded, then. Right. Sunny’s house.

He relaxed a little. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness. The door was closed. He assumed it was locked and did not move to check otherwise. The doorknob was the kind that would rattle if he turned it. It’d be much too conspicuous. He had not been given permission to leave and he wouldn’t attempt to — definitely not so early on. 

Still, there were voices. He slid silently off the bed to press his ear to the door. He would not give up the eavesdropping habit, not for his life.

“-I always thought it was like, a sex thing. But then I tried it and I just got really bad burns all over my mouth.”

“That sounds like oral allergy syndrome.”

“No, but we BOTH got it.”

“So what happened to the worm?”

Delta pulled away from the door.

He sat back on the bed. He realized for the first time that he did not own anything anymore. Every single one of his possessions had been left back on the Thorn. Iza and Apollo had cut off the clothes he had come in with; they’d been too waterlogged to wear, even if they weren’t so impractical. He didn’t have any of his books. Most importantly, he did not have the laptop. He felt a small twinge of fear as he thought of who would find it when they inevitably cleaned out his room. It would have been locked up tight enough that its contents remained hidden, but its lone physical presence would be cause for concern. 

Maybe they’d think nothing of it. He tried to imagine who would actually know what to make of the find. Martino was dead. Delta had personally made sure of that. Paris was dead — presumably. Simon would still be alive, though. He’d know Delta wasn’t supposed to have the laptop, but Delta doubted he’d be able to piece together the story afterwards. He’d just promised to quit, anyway. Something sharp pinched at Delta’s heart. He had never gotten to say goodbye to him. 

It had to be this way. He knew it. It didn’t matter what he had wanted or wanted now. What mattered was getting out to somewhere that he would not be forced to kill in Empire’s name. He was here now and he had not planned any further ahead.

Without the laptop, without his books, without anything of substance in the room, he had nothing else to think about. It was so dark in the room. He’d been subjected to sensory deprivation before, both as practice and as punishment. At times, it had been badly needed. Other times, it would just send him deeper into a spiral. He could not decide which way it was leaning this time.

Delta had been sitting upright on the bed in complete darkness when the door cracked open.

“Oh!” Apollo was clearly startled to see him like that, “How long have you been up?”

No clock. He didn’t know, didn’t respond.

“Do you want to come out?” Apollo hung in the doorway, “We’re just chilling.”

Delta’s head fell a little bit, more from exhaustion than anything else. He didn’t think he understood the question. He didn’t think he understood much of anything anymore. He did not like to be left alone in the dark room with nothing to do, though he’d accepted that position as gracefully as he did anything else. Still, it was so draining to be around people. It wasn’t any fault of their own. It was simply the way every interaction came with its own set of rules. Delta had gotten used to the baseline exhaustion it caused within him. He had learned how to manage it with his teachers, with his handlers, with the Emperor, with Paris. But he did not like the idea of having to sleuth out the new terms of engagement with them, re-entering that rough adjustment period, and of risking punishment because they would not simply tell him the rules. He’d rather just stay in the dark.

“…Do you want something to eat?” Apollo asked.

Delta realized he had not said a single thing aloud. He’d been told how creepy it was when he stared off into space like that. He felt a sudden twinge of shame at having slipped into it so early with Apollo.

“Yes, sir,” he answered softly.

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Perhaps sensing his agoraphobia, Apollo brought the food into his room for him. Delta had barely eaten at all that week. He’d been unconscious or sick for most of it. They had tried to coax him into drinking broth while in Galatea’s medbay, but it hadn’t been enough. He wasn’t trying to be difficult. He just didn’t feel well enough to keep anything down.

The meal he’d been given was mostly sprouts and proteins. It was surprisingly nutritionally balanced, despite the general state of disuse the kitchen had been in. Delta remembered that Apollo was actually a medic and — at least partially — knew what he was doing. It was kind of reassuring. He’d gotten to be very wary of doctors, to the point where he’d deliberately hide his illness to avoid seeing Martino. It would be nice to not have to do that anymore.

Apollo’s words seemed to contradict the thought, though.

“I’m sorry it took so long to get you settled. The last couple days have been way harder than they should’ve been. It’s my fault everything got so haphazard.” He tapped his neck, “Levon said I should apologize too, but I was going to do it anyway. We got really out of our depth with this. I know it could’ve gone smoother. I’m glad you’re okay.”

Delta was quiet. It still felt so incredibly unnatural to have someone apologize to him. It had felt strange even through the screen and it was a million times worse when Apollo was actually in front of him. It all seemed a bit besides the point, anyway. He’d been out like that before. The powers were rough and unpredictable even when constrained; it was not the first time they’d made him feverish. The timing was unfortunate, but he could hardly blame Apollo for that. He felt like maybe he should be the one to apologize for making their lives so difficult. It had taken an entire professional team to care for him when the powers had first kicked in. Asking the same thing of a hastily assembled and ill-informed rebel group wasn’t fair to do.

He’d forgotten to respond, again. He was truly at a loss. 

“It’s okay, Delta. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” Apollo said, catching the worry in his expression. “…Are you sure you want to be called that?”

Delta. He’d seemed upset when he’d said it the first time. He hadn’t challenged it, but he also hadn’t used it. None of them had. It was just a call sign, after all. He didn’t technically have a name. But all the other Δ assignments numbered 0 through 500 had all been felled or buried. He knew he was the only one who still had claims to the title. He still liked the way it sounded.

“I do,” Delta said. It was the strongest he’d gotten his voice to be all day.

………………..

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@catnykit@indigoviolet311@snakebites-and-ink@vivulapom@scoundrelwithboba@whatwhump@pumpkin-spice-whump @deluxewhump @fuckass1000 @fuckcapitalismasshole @defire

@micechomper

[otomefiend]

Alfons Sylvatica

Story Event: I'm his cherished doll

Chapter 1

Prologue (@/archiveikemen ♡)

Alfons' stories sure are something. But this one might be reaching the new highs. Still, I don't think this could go any other way knowing this guy. The story goes places in later chapters, so proceed with caution. Slight nsfw

~~Part 1~~

William: "What would you like to do, Kate?"

His question once again made me think about my situation.

(I can't believe I'm so small and don't even know when or if this condition is even reversible...)

(What if I can't go back to normal? I won't be able to work at the post office and earn my wage...)

(Will I have to, instead, live with the Crown members for the rest of my life, as they're the only ones to know what's going on?)

(Uh... I'm starting to feel dizzy)

I had to decide what to do, but I couldn't think straight...

Alfons: "Ahh, poor little Kate."

Alfons: "Thanks to Roger, you're in this amusing ... pardon me, awful predicament."

He came up to me, lamenting theatrically.

Alfons: "Would you be so kind and let me take care of you?"

Kate: "What!?"

Alfons was a hedonistic scoundrel, always in the pursuit of pleasure.

In this powerless state, any resistance on my part was going to be pointless, and there was no telling how he was going to toy with me.

Alfons: "No need to worry, Kate. As you can imagine, given our size difference, nothing untoward is going to happen."

Alfons: "All I promise is that I will help you get the most enjoyment out of this situation."

Kate: "I-I want to find a way to get back to normal..."

Alfons: "Roger will work tirelessly to make this happen. After all, it's his fault..."

Roger: "Well, that's true. I'll do my best."

Alfons: "As you can see, you don't have to try so hard, little one. There's not much you can do anyway."

Alfons: "Besides, it'd be a shame not to take advantage of this delightful opportunity."

~~Part 2~~

Alfons: "Besides, it'd be a shame not to take advantage of this delightful opportunity."

(It'd be a shame not to enjoy it, huh...)

Hearing his offhand remark, I realized I hadn't thought about it at all.

Kate: "... I guess so."

Admittedly, obsessing over my situation only made my head spin and offered no solution.

Alfons: "Right? Well, then it's settled."

He picked me up by the collar and placed me in the palm of his hand.

Kate: "Whoa!?"

Alfons: "Then, I'm going to borrow this pitiful little Robin."

Kate: "Huh, what? Did I agree to that?"

William: "I'd say your response was somewhat positive."

(Seriously...!)

All Crown members were watching us with a warm look in their eyes.

Victor: "I wanted to take care of you too, Kate... but if you agree to it, I'll just step aside?"

Elbert: "Al... I don't think he will do anything lethal, so don't worry."

Roger: "On the other hand, you may want to prepare for the other things, eh?"

Harrison: "Well, good luck."

Alfons: "So he says. Let's go then."

Before I could object, Alfons snatched me from the dining room.

(What now... I feel I ended up with the least suitable person, considering the circumstances)

Alfons: "Now then, to start with..."

(Oh no... what if he asks me to become a cat toy...)

Alfons: "How about going for a swim?"

Kate: "...a swim?"

~~Part 3~~

Alfons: "And? It feels good, doesn't it?"

Kate: "It feels good, but it tickles, the bubbles..."

Of all the outfits that Victor prepared for me,

Alfons, in what could only be considered a prank, chose a thin lingerie-like garment,

that was now completely soaked in light blue carbonated water.

Alfons: "I envy you, soaking in a pool in the garden."

Alfons watched as I tried to hold on to the rim of the wide-mouthed glass placed on the garden table,

as he was swirling its contents.

(I can't stay pleasantly submerged like that... when I'm wearing something so closely resembling underwear...)

(Though I'd like to believe I'm sufficiently obscured by the bubbles and water refraction...)

I nervously held onto the glass...

Alfons: "Look, you're too stiff. Please don't, you need to relax more."

Alfons: "There's plenty of sugar in it, so your body should simply float..."

Kate: "Huh... now that you mentioned it, I thought it felt sticky, and I wasn't sinking fast enough."

(Float you say...?)

Alfons: "Come now, take your hands off the edge."

Kate: "Wah... wah..."

My fingers that clung to the rim of the glass were pried open and my body suddenly floated to the surface.

(T-this....)

(I've never experienced such a feeling, be it in the sea or in the bath...)

(It's supposed to be a serious situation, but... this might be...)

(A little bit fun)

The dizzying confusion and anxiety flew away,

leaving me with a feeling that I may enjoy this situation.

Kate: "Floating in the glass... it feels like I'm in a dream."

Alfons: "Heh, your face is finally starting to look good."

Alfons: "I'm glad you're having fun."

Kate: "Eep!?"

Before I knew it, his finger snuck up on me and lightly brushed my chest, making me squeal.

Alfons: "I'm sorry, but your lovely breasts were exposed and looking so defenceless that my fingertips just followed my desires."

~~Part 4~~

Kate: "Eep!?"

Before I knew it, his finger snuck up on me and lightly brushed my chest, making me squeal.

Alfons: "I'm sorry, but your lovely breasts were exposed and looking so defenceless that my fingertips just followed my desires."

Kate: "Wha...!"

My face got hot when I finally realised that as I floated on my back,

my wet clothes clung tightly to my body, leaving no space for imagination.

Kate: "Hey, you said you wouldn't do anything inappropriate...!"

Alfons: "Did I say that?"

(Ugh, this guy...)

Kate: "Ah....eek!"

One by one, his fingers travelled from my breasts to my navel, making my hands and feet splash the liquid involuntarily.

Alfons: "How does it feel? Does it feel good? Or does it hurt?"

Alfons: "I don't know what it's like since I have no comparison... so please tell me about it."

He narrowed his eyes, resting his chin on his hand, and gave me a mischievous look.

Like a cat toying with its prey.

Kate: "It doesn't feel good... you pervert!"

Alfons: "Oh my! To be called a pervert, how vexing."

Alfons: "I don't think I deserve to be called a pervert just because I indiscriminately do whatever brings me fun."

Kate: "Isn't doing things indiscriminately a perversion...?"

Alfons: "If that's the case, then why don't you become a pervert too?"

Kate: "...huh?"

Alfons: "Next step, let's 'savour' something even more delightful."

~~Part 5~~

After my sticky body was wiped dry,

I was brought to the kitchen, where a sweet smell enveloped me.

Alfons: "See, these are the scones with which Victor was trying to express his desire to take care of you."

Alfons: "Plenty of clotted cream and jam to go with them."

Alfons: "There are also biscuits and cakes."

Kate: "Whoa..."

(Surrounded by sweets as tall as my waist... I feel like Alice in Wonderland)

Kate: "All of this is... for me?"

Alfons: "Mhm. Well, I'll eat whatever you can't."

Alfons: "Go ahead and help yourself. Bite straight into it or lie on the top of it, whatever strikes your fancy."

I felt like I was dreaming, and it brought out the childlike part of me.

(My body is already sticky with sugar, so if it gets any dirtier... it won't make much of a difference)

The table was carefully covered with a cloth on top of the tablecloth to prevent it from getting dirty.

(I think I'm getting used to being dressed like this... after all, I've been wearing it up till now)

I climbed down from Alfons' hand and cautiously stepped forward.

Sweet smells seemed to intertwine over the table,

And by the time I sampled some of the sweets, as if I were sucking nectar from flowers, I was completely filled with joy.

Kate: "Mmm, these biscuits are delicious...!"

Alfons: "Uh-huh, indeed. Though I'd love some whisky."

Kate: "Heh, you were drinking earlier, weren't you?"

Alfons: "Don't you want to try those scones?"

Kate: "Of course, I will! I was just saving them for last."

I placed my hand on a spoon about the length of my leg in an attempt to scoop up the clotted cream.

(Oof... the cream is so heavy I can't lift it...)

Alfons: "You still want to use the spoon? Ever the well-mannered lady, regardless of the circumstances."

Kate: "It's not like I can just scoop it up with my hands, can I?"

(I wonder if I could leverage it?)

Kate: "Good. One, two, three..."

I put my weight on the handle of the spoon, and then...

Kate: "Wah!?"

Chapter 2

[heavyhitterheaux]

Luv is Dro (NSFW 18+)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Jack has always said that his wife is his inspiration for many things in his life, including songs and in first lady verse she is the main girl in the Luv is Dro video 🥰

Synopsis: After spending some quality time together for your anniversary, Jack goes to the studio and comes up with a little surprise for you the day after

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a few of you and inspired by @mortirolo ‘s dream that she had so you can thank her for the filth that is down below lol

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DO NOT ENGAGE IF YOU ARE NOT 18+

The entire day had gone perfectly and it was definitely your favorite anniversary that you spent with your husband by far. It was no secret how much Jack spoiled you and how if you said you wanted something, nine times out of ten the next day it was in your hands.

However, it went both ways.

You didn’t think Jack knew how spoiled he actually was by you, but you decided to let it slide. 

You were thankful to have married someone who took your feelings and opinions into consideration and it was the same way with Jack. 

The way you two would protect each other and go to war for one another was no secret.

You were his and he was yours.

And that was never going to change.

You had lit one of your favorite candles that Saweetie had gotten you when she was in New York and it always instantly relaxed you.

You were admiring your new Cartier bracelet that graced your wrist as the moonlight shone through the windows and hit your face at the perfect angle.

You felt a presence behind you as Jack reached down to place several kisses along your neck making you let out a quiet moan as he then bit down and continued to suck on that same spot.

"I think I owe my wife a massage. I know you've been asking for one all week."

"But, I want you."

"You have me, baby. You always have me."

"You know what I mean."

"Let me love up on you. Can I do that first and then I'll give you any and everything you want." Jack whispered in your ear before kissing beneath it.

You already knew your black thong was soaked and it was only a matter of time before Jack would be peeling it off of you.

"You'll get the massage on one condition though."

"And what's that?" You curiously asked as Jack turned you around to face him.

"That you not have on clothes." Jack smirked while looking down at you and all you could do was reach up to kiss him as you made a motion to grab him and massage him through his dress pants.

He immediately hissed at the sensation and threw his head back making you let out a small laugh.

"Well that can be arranged." You replied as you moved your hand from Jack and he reached under the short black dress you were wearing to feel how wet you were for him.

"Damn mamas. Who got you this wet? I haven't even done anything yet."

"You and only you." You quietly answered as Jack slowly backed you up and gently laid you down onto the bed.

Jack held eye contact with you as he slowly took your thong in between his teeth and pulled them down to throw them to the side of the room with them being long forgotten. 

"Babe, please."

"Patience, my baby. I'm taking my time with you so don't expect to go to sleep anytime soon. Oh, and I hope you know I meant I would be massaging you with my tongue."

"Then get to it." You reached up to pull your dress over your head leaving you completely bare in front of your husband since you weren't wearing a bra.

"You're so so beautiful. I never get tired of admiring my wife."

All you could do was smile as Jack settled between those thick thighs that he loved so much.

"I can't wait to taste you, baby. You ready?"

"I'm always ready for you."

"You say that now, but you better not run from me."

"No promises." You replied as Jack put his mouth on you and began to work his magic.

Your hands immediately went to play in his curly hair and pull him closer if that was possible.

You then felt him slowly enter one finger while still keeping his mouth on you as your moans grew in terms of how loud they were.

"Baby…."

"You always do that shit. Fix it."

"Daddy."

"Better and don't mess up again. If you do, I won’t let you cum." 

Jack then added two more fingers and increased his pace hearing those soft whimpers falling from your lips.

You wrapped your legs around Jack locking him in place and he simply smirked as he was still pleasuring you.

"I'm close."

"I know, don't you think I know my wife's body inside and out?" Jack asked as he took you into his mouth and sweetly sucked on your clit until you came undone.

Wanting to return the favor, you quickly put your hair up into a ponytail and flipped the two of you over so Jack was underneath you.

"Damn, baby girl." Jack said, surprised at your strength. 

You had no idea when Jack had lost the rest of his clothes, but you weren't complaining.

You slowly licked the underside of his dick and caught the precum on your tongue before fully taking him into your mouth. 

"Oh shit, mamas." Jack blurted out before immediately grabbing hold of your hair and lifting his hips in order for you to take more of him in your mouth. 

"That's it, pretty girl. You're taking me so well."

You were going at a slow and even pace taking your time and wanting to give the most pleasure to your husband.

You could tell Jack was getting antsy because he kept trying to push you closer to him to go at a faster pace but you weren't budging.

"Baby, come on."

You took him out of your mouth in order to respond to him.

"Be patient. Isn't that what you told me earlier?"

"Just wait until you finish."

You then took him back into your mouth and increased your pace earning multiple moans from your husband.

Soon you felt warm sticky liquid slide down your throat.

Jack looked at you and noticed that some of it had leaked on the side of your mouth and he cleared his throat in order for you to lick it up instantly making him get hard again.

"Baby?"

"Yes?"

"I need you to ride me."

"Anything for you." 

You straddled your husband before you lined yourself up to your entrance and slowly guided yourself down making a loud moan escape from your lips.

You placed your hands on Jack's stomach and his hands went to your hips to help guide you.

"That's it baby, I want you to ride the shit out this dick."

"You don't have to tell me twice." 

Jack then reached up to take one of your breasts in his mouth as you moaned and continued to ride him.

Your arms then immediately wrapped around his neck as he then switched to the other one and you increased your pace riding him.

"Fuck, baby." 

You then began to move your hips in a circular motion as Jack once again bit down on your neck and moaned in your ear.

Knowing he was close, he tried to push you off of him but you held onto him tighter knowing that he had no other option but to release inside of you.

"Baby! I'm about to…

"I know. Just cum in me."

"But!"

You always had this rule that if Jack didn't put on a condom, he would pull out since neither of you were ready to become parents.

Especially when Jack's career was just taking off.

Jack had already told you that he wanted to be in a good place in his career where he felt secure enough to get you pregnant and know that there wouldn't be a struggle to take care of them.

"Just do it. You feel too entirely fucking good and I'm not about to move off you until you do."

"Shit, mamas. Say less. You want me to put a baby in you?"

"Yes daddy."

"Can't wait to see you pregnant. You're going to look so beautiful."

Without another word, you clenched yourself around him as he massaged your clit and immediately felt him release in you as you also rode out your high.

"Damn, you feel so fucking good."

You couldn't get over how good it felt and looked down to see some of it cascading down his dick.

You reached down to coat your fingers in it before bringing them back up to your mouth taking in how good your husband tasted. 

You stayed on top of him for a few more minutes to recover before he flipped the both of over and slid back inside you making you a moaning mess.

"Fuckkk Jack."

"Don't tell me you thought you weren't going to see an appearance from Missionary Jack."

"My absolute favorite."

"Then spread them legs and act like you want it." 

You did as you were told which allowed him to go deeper in you and you wrapped your left leg around him. 

Jack was placing kisses along your neck as he continued to pound into you. 

“Whose pussy is this mamas?”

You didn’t even answer him and he rolled his eyes.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yours.” You forced yourself to say because the sensation was leaving you breathless and you had hugged Jack tighter to your chest.

“Speak up. If that’s mine, then tell me that’s mine.”

“It’s yours.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Then without warning, he pulled himself out leaving you confused.

"Uhh, babe? What the fuck? I was close."

"I know. I want to put my tongue on that pussy. You just taste so good and I can't get enough."

Shit, you weren't about to argue with that.

Jack began lapping at your folds as you were in literal ecstasy from the sensation. You knew you were close and attempted to pull on his curls to bring him in closer when he suddenly pulled away and slid back into you. 

"Mmm babyyyyyy!"

"Take that shit mamas."

"I…. I…." 

Jack leaned down to kiss you as he moved his fingers to massage your clit, just as he felt you were about to release, he stopped and put his tongue back on you.

Between Jack eating you out and edging you, you were done for.

"Shit, shit, shit. Jackkkkk!"

"Hmm what's wrong baby? You better take this dick like the good girl you are. You want to make daddy happy don't you? Open your mouth."

Jack then proceeded to spit into your mouth as he continued to pound mercilessly into you. He had his left hand around your neck and you were coming undone.

You were close and he knew it and removed himself from you, making you whimper.

"Baby!!"

"Wait a minute." Jack replied as his mouth went back on you. He then came up for air for a second and pulled you by your thighs to the edge of the  bed before continuing to eat you out. 

"Let me fucking cum!"

"Now is that any way to talk to your husband?"

"Come onnnnnnn baby!"

"Be patient my love."

Jack went back to his task and heard nothing but soft whimpers from you. 

"I don't…. Hmm… I can't take ittttt!"

"Yes you can. Be a good girl and I promise to let you cum in the next thirty seconds."

Jack only smirked before adding three fingers into you and watched you come undone underneath him with you squirting all over his face.

"Damn mamas, I made you feel that good?" Jack asked as he went back to licking you and you shuddered every time he did.

"You always do."

Jack smiled as he leaned down to kiss you before sliding back into you.

He was close and wanted for the both of you to get as much pleasure as possible.

"You've been such a good girl for me tonight. I think you deserve what I'm about to give you."

"If it isn't your cum, I don't want it."

"Oh, but it is."

Jack then removed himself from you and released all over your chest.

You never got tired of seeing the face he makes when he's about to cum and when he finally does.

"You know what to do, lick that shit up."

You did as you were told and when you finally finished Jack was placing kisses along your thighs, moved up toward your stomach, your breasts, your neck and finally your lips.

"You okay sweetie?" Jack asked while looking down at you and kissing your forehead. You shook your head yes before Jack slid off the bed and picked you up Bridal style to head into the bathroom. 

Jack proceeded to sit you on the sink and you were swinging your legs as Jack placed your shower cap over your hair so you wouldn't get it wet.

He then waited for the shower to warm up before picking you back up and placing both of you in it.

Your legs almost gave out under you but luckily Jack was able to catch you before you fell and simply laughed while you rolled your eyes.

"I'm too tired to fight you, but I will later."

"You not about to have the strength to fight me later either."

You continued to lather yourself up as you reached up to wash Jack's hair for him.

One thing you absolutely loved was playing in his curls.

You made sure not to get shampoo in his eyes and brought him down for a kiss when you were finished.

You attempted to rinse the both of you off before Jack pulled you into another kiss.

"I fucking love you, you know that?" Jack said while looking down at you and you immediately smiled.

"I love you too boo bear. So so so very much." 

Jack blushed at hearing one of his favorite nicknames that you call him and you couldn't help but to laugh.

"You are so cute when you blush."

"Cut it out, mamas!"

"But you are! And you are all mine and I'm thankful every single day that you're my husband. Happy anniversary my baby."

Once the two of you got out the shower, Jack proceeded to dry you off and put on your favorite lavender lotion which also helps put you to sleep.

He placed your favorite pink bonnet over your hair before tucking you in under the covers and kissing your forehead.

Within twenty minutes, you were fast asleep. 

The next day you were simply writing songs to pass the time when you suddenly got a facetime call from none other than your husband.

“Hi pookie! What’s up? I thought you were in the studio.”

“Hey my baby. I am and uhhhh could you actually come to the studio real quick?” Jack asked while scratching the back of his neck. A sign to you that he was nervous.

“Sure, is everything okay?” You asked while walking towards your closet in an attempt to find something to wear.

“Uh yeah. I just want you to listen to something that I wrote for you.” Jack replied as his face turned a bright shade of red.

“Wait! For me? Is that why you look so nervous?”

“Babyyyyy, come on. Stopppp.”

You laughed as you picked out a black pair of leggings, your pink crop top, and your black and pink New Balance sneakers.

“Never, Jackman. I love seeing you blush. But I’m on my way. Be there in 20, okay?”

“Okay, I love you.”

“Love you more boo bear.” You said and sure enough Jack turned red all over again and you laughed before hanging up.

As promised, twenty minutes later you were walking into the studio to see that Jack was in there by himself which clearly confused you.

You went and took your rightful place on Jack’s lap and it looked like he never recovered from your phone call earlier and had a blush on his face. 

You quickly kissed him and smiled at him waiting for him to play you the song.

“Uh, baby?”

“Umm, I just hope you like it.”

“Jackman, you made it for me so I know I will. What’s the story behind it?”

“You want me to be honest?”

“Oh lord. Am I not going to like this answer?”

“No, no, you will… I just….”

“Out with it.”

“Last night inspired me and uh I called Bryson and yeah…”

“Shiiiiit, you about to have my panties soaked huh?”

“Baby, don’t say that shit unless you want to rip those leggings off you. And I know good and damn well you haven't recovered from last night.”

“Okay, okay, okay. Play it for me.”

Turn off the lights

Let the moonshine through the blinds, I can see fine (turn off, baby, yeah, ayy)

Light a candle

You know that I'm tryna get behind, press on your spine

Girl, you lookin' damn good

I can't even lie I'm mesmerized

It's in you

To me tonight

It's in your eyes, uh

That's that shit I like, yeah

That's that shit I like, uh

That's that shit I like

Baby, put your hair back

That's that shit I like, yeah

That's that shit I like, uh

That's that shit I like

'Cause I wanna see your face

Let the moon shine through the blinds, I can see fine

And, damn, you fine

Don't be nervous

You know that I'm tryna to get behind, press on your spine

Girl, I got you, I got you (I got you)

I can't even lie I'm mesmerized

It's in your eyes

Let me love you slow (slow, ooh, woah)

I'm not in a rush, girl, I'ma love you slow

Take my time tonight

Can I take my time? Plus, girl my love is dro

I'll give you a rush, see, girl my love is dro (is dro)

And I'ma love you slow

Take a hit of me baby, baby, baby

Yeah

Know you had a long day, I can see it in your face

And now you just got off of work

The sun is down, it's gettin' late

And now you say you need a break

Girl, you know exactly what I'm 'bout to say

But I won't say a thing, bae

Know this what you need, bae

Hit an instant replay

Yes, I had to get it twice, breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Now take off them denims

Now take off this linen

I need all that missin'

Baby, when you call, I'm dippin'

Pull up to your, pull up to your, pull up to your spot

I'm gon' get you hot

Listen we gon', start with that massage, workin' down your thighs

Baby, I'ma push up on you, feel the size (show me how you feel)

Show me how you feel inside

If that's mine, then tell me that's mine (tell me, tell me it's mine, yeah)

Somebody must've shown you how to ride 'cause (show you how to ride)

You do it right, you're not too wild with it

I take my time with it, mm-hmm

Baby, you should let me love you slow (yeah)

I'm not in a rush, girl (baby, I'ma love you)

I'ma love you slow

Baby, nice and slow, girl

Can I take my time? Plus, girl my love is dro (it's dro)

I give you a rush, see, girl my love is dro (so I'ma take my time, yeah)

And I'ma love you slow

Yeah

Me and Jack and Static

This a motherfuckin' classic

The song had ended and you were simply sitting there staring off into space.

Jack finally peeked over at you to see if you were okay.

“Baby girl?”

“PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE PUTTING THIS ON THE ALBUM AND DOING A VIDEO FOR IT! OHHHH DADDY YOU GOT ME HOT!! I CAN’T FUCKING STAND WHEN YOU DO THIS SHIT!”

Jack then busted out laughing at you and all you could do was laugh right along with him.

“So, you like it?”

“I literally just called you daddy did I not? Or should I say zaddy? Yes, zaddy vibes. I’m so proud of you baby. This album is going to be AMAZING!!”

You adjusted yourself on top of Jack’s lap and immediately felt him get hard.

“Hmm, want me to take care of that for you?”  You politely asked while turning around to look at him.

“You have ten minutes until everyone comes back.”

“Well I only need nine.” You replied while smirking and dropping down to your knees.

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[colorfulcowboykingdom]

Guess who's trying to write a post-island story (long post)

CW just incase: Mentions of depression, vague mention of death and trauma

**Note, I'm not good at writing characters, nor am I good at telling stories, tell me any changes I can make to this story Also, the descriptions are very vague because this is just the draft of it**

Over-run:

• Boys leave the island on May 23rd, 1953

• After being rescued from the island, the boys are sent to the hospital to have their injuries checked. Many boys families have either died, or have no way of finding there kids again so they stay at the hospital for a few weeks

• The boys are sent to the foster care system, some stay for a few weeks, and some stay for months or years

• If a boy was taken in by a family, they would either move to a different city or move to a different country, but most stayed in England

• The boys have trauma from the island and are either sent to boarding schools for troubled kids or go to therapy instead

• Some of the boys go back to the schools they had been in before (like the choir)

• Few boys partake in interviews about their time on the island (especially Ralph)

• Horrible things ensue after they get back, and things get worse during high-school

Now onto the characters in the story!!! (for now)

Ralph

• Spend 2 months in the foster care system, gets adopted by a new family (father is presumed to be dead, or either away from the country)

• Being in foster care messes him up a bit, conditions aren't good, he refuses to eat most of the food given to him, very agitated at this time, very jumpy and disconcerted.

• He has a hard time getting used to his new surroundings

• Very uncomfortable with his new family and finds it difficult to form a healthy bond with them

• His family thinks that if he talks about his feeling he"ll feel better, and might open up more. But we will not open up to his family about what happened, they try there best to help him but be won't budge

• Even though he doesn't like the idea, he's forced to go to therapy because his family thinks he needs to open up about his feelings and thoughts (also because he won't talk about anything with his family)

• He decides to pick up a diary and writes in it when he can't physically communicate with people (this becomes important for the plot)

• Therapy doesn't help, so he's sent to a boarding school instead (this doesn't help either)

• Graduates in 1959 ( gets held back one year, so he was supposed to graduate in 1958)

• Goes to college, drops out of two different ones due to troubles

• Settles down in his third college and meets Maurice (very unlikely but oh well)

• He hates his guts at the start but finds that he's starting to form a type of bond with him and gets very confused on why

• Few months pass and he meets other people from the island and it sends him to a downwards spiral

• Major survivals guilt

• Acute trauma (an isolated or single event that causes an individual to be traumatized)

• Very depressed

• Night terrors

• Dies in 1960 (will disclose how later...maybe)

• His diary is published as an autobiography by his foster family, this causes a documentary to be made about the island as things that haven't been told before are exposed and cause some outrage

Jack

• Spends one month max in the foster care system, his family is still in England and get called to get him out of the system

• Things are worse for Jack back home, his family has become more neglectful towards him and full on abandon him

• Due to lack of care from his family, he slowly depends on any form of attention wether it be positive or negative

• Develops mommy and daddy issues (damn!)

• Back at school, the choir disbanded and barely any of the members talk to each other. Almost everyone avoids Jack (except for Roger and, to an extent, Maurice)

• His parents don't even think to get him therapy, they send him to a boarding school for troubled kids. He's very afraid of being alone at this time, but luckily he meets Roger there so he isn't alone (There relationship is not healthy)

• There relationship can be described as codependent, and very one-sided

• Roger splits with Jack and it devastates him, he goes into a depressive episode for a few months

• Able to graduate in 1958, goes to college and somewhat gets better (then he meets Ralph, so not for long)

• Comes back in contact with some of the choir members, he only succeeded in getting in touch with Roger and, later on, Maurice

• Complex trauma (multiple traumatic events)

• Pushes the island trauma to the back of his mind to try and forget about everything, but it doesn't work

• Believes he's being haunted by Simon's ghost because he has nightmares where Simon appears most of the time

• Also depressed

• Finds out about Ralph's death and goes into another depressive episode for a span of 7 months

• He's included in the documentary after Ralph's death and has a copy of Ralph autobiography

This is all I have for now, I will post another part of Maurice, Roger, and Robert soon (may not be today)

[azlan-snow]

With My Life(Radioapple)

Inspired by @applepartysins Guard Alastor art.

Year One

7 years ago, a sinner was sentenced to an eternal prison due to his tremendous ability upon his arrival to Hell, which caught even the King’s attention. Color Lucifer interested. So much that he decided to summon him. To the palace. When the sinner arrived, his ominous presence looming at the door, causing an unfamiliar darkness to surround the room. As the king approaches, the sinner on the other side becomes more and more impatient. 

“He summons me here, and yet he takes forever to even come and answer the door.. How amusing.” He twirls his microphone cane, and the door opens slowly, revealing the slightly short man, with a smaller apple cane. 

“Welcome, sinner. Follow me, please.” The sinner follows the man down twisting and turning corridors, before reaching a small meeting room. 

“Who might you be, sir?” The sinner stops at a chair, waiting for his host to sit.

“The King, you idiot,” the man exclaims, a taunting tone in his voice.

“You’re the one who invited me here? I expected you to be…taller.” “Shut up and sit. I didn’t summon you here to be insulted.” They sat down in silence before the King speaks.

“I believe you are aware of your sentence, yes?”

“I am. I have taken my time to prepare my contracted souls for my prolonged absence.”

“I have an offer for you, if you’ll accept it.”

“I have the ability to refuse?”

“You do. Take your pick: serve me for 7 years or go to the eternal prison for 7 years.” The sinner ponders this decision with upmost caution, finding the pros and cons between it. A couple minutes passes in silence before the sinner speaks again.

“I will serve you for the seven years, but under some conditions and questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead.” The king’s expression was that of annoyance and curiosity, thinking the sinner had rights to make demands. 

“My question is, would I be living here? If so, my condition would be to bring some of my belongings with me.”

“Of course you would be living here. And I don’t care if you bring you stuff with you, as long as you do your job.” He pauses, taking in a large breath and exhaling slowly before continuing. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Yes, we do.” The gentlemen shake on it, a red and green flash of magic spewing from their entwined palms.  

“Excellent! I shall escort you to your room and leave you to get settled!” Lucifer’s tone changing completely startled the sinner, going from dead serious to light and fluffy. The two leave and Lucifer gives the sinner a tour, ending at the sinner’s new quarters. “I’ll leave you to get settled in. Dinner’ll be in a few hours, so be prepared….What’s your name again?”

“Alastor, my King.”

“Well, Alastor, I will see you at dinner, 7:00.”

“Of course.” With the king leaving, Alastor finally examines his room, feeling a bit out of place with somewhere that isn’t his usual resting place, the bayou and forest. The apple wallpaper, gold and red stripes on the carpet, a large closet, and more unfamiliar things. With a snap, he summons sheets for the bed and a familiar looking shadow to apply them. He summons his signature: a cursed radio, for the king to receive at dinner. 

As Alastor walks the halls toward the dining room, he takes in a waft of…sugar. One of his least favorite things. He crinkles his face in disgust before walking in on the king, transporting a breakfast buffet for two onto the table. “Hey Al! You’re early! Sit down, I’ll join you in a moment.” The King’s smile of joy was the opposite of Alastor’s smile of disgust and dislike, but he sat down anyway and smelled something familiar. The King walks out with a large tray of beignets, and the sinner was on the verge of snatching them from the king’s hands, but keeps his composure and waits as the King sits down.

“Dig in!” Lucifer grabs a slice of french toast, a couple pancakes, and some beignets before beginning to eat, while Al simply grabs bacon, sausage, and beignets. As the two eat, they dictate ground rules like when Alastor has to present, places he’s permitted to enter, and when he’s allowed to leave the palace. When they finish, Lucifer presents Alastor with a gift: a royal uniform, which Alastor was surprised by. 

“You’ll be wearing this for your time here. Alright?” 

“I also have something for you, my King.” Alastor places the cursed radio on the table in front of the King and Lucifer examines it with curiosity. 

“A radio?”

“For communication, sir. Anything the radio hears, I will. So if you need me when I am not with you, just say my name.” 

“Ooh. How does that work?”

“If you look at the bottom, you’ll see.”

Lucifer picks it up and flips it over, noticing the cursed rune on the bottom. “You dabble in the dark, huh?”

“Dead and alive, sir.”

“Even on the mortal plane? Impressive.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t call me that or ‘my King’, unless we’re in front of the Sins, understand? Just call me Luci.”

“Of course, Lucifer.” The King laughs heartily, confusing the sinner as to the reason why.

“Speaking of which, I have a meeting with the other sins later, and you’ll be judged. Trust me. Even I am. Make sure you arrive before they get here or as soon as they do. They’ll have your head if you’re late. Got it?”

“Yes, Lucifer.”

“Good. Now go. The meeting’s in an hour.” Alastor gets up to leave when Lucifer calls back to him 

“And take a fucking shower! You smell like shit!”

–

After the red sinner showers, he stares at the suit ensemble and moves to dress himself with it, inspecting it with much intensity, making note of the red flaps, tattered bottoms of the tailcoat, golden fringes on the shoulder pads, gold buttons and buckles, black pants tailored to his figure, and a small, gold pocket watch inside the coat. He ties his hair into a fancy ponytail and exits, heading towards the meeting room per his King’s instructions. Once the King spots him, he gestures to stand by his chair and wait until the meeting starts. Once they all arrive, Lucifer enters and sits down, and is instantly asked a question.

“Who’s the boy toy?” Alastor’s casual radio static screeches loudly at the comment before returning to normal, earning him a glare from the King. 

“He’s not a boy toy, He’s my personal guard and assistant,” the King defends, taking advantage of the situation.

“He lacks lust. I didn’t think anyone was capable of that.” Asmodeus stares Alastor down, shocked and confused. 

“Same here with sloth,” Belphegor states, examining the redhead closely.

“He greatly embodies Wrath. I approve,” Satan exclaims proudly.

“He’s a glutton for sure. It radiates off of him like a bright light,” Bee exclaims.

“A greedy one at that,” Mammon cackles, the clown showing his boisterous side.

“What’s his name?”

“Alastor.” Alastor bows his head towards them, trying to keep his cool and not lash out. 

“A pleasure to be meeting you all. Quite a pleasure.”

“Alastor, these are The Sins: Bee of Gluttony, Asmodeus of Lust, Mammon of Greed, Satan of Wrath, Bel of Sloth, and Leviathan of Envy.” The sins stare at the pair before Asmodeus bursts out in laughter. 

“Luci, little brother! I’m glad you found someone to end your solitude. We were rooting for you.” The king blushes at the statement and stares down at the table, face flushed with embarrassment. 

“Anyways, shall we get this meeting started?” As they discuss, Satan brings up the attacks on his Royal Majesty. 

“You need protection, Lucifer. At least allow me to send guards to the palace.”

“Satan, that’s not necessary. I can protect myself. Plus, that’s Alastor’s job.”

“This sinner isn’t enough to protect you!”

“This sinner just so happens to be the strongest Overlord in Hell. I think he’s strong enough. And that’s the end of that. 

“Yeah, brother. Even I’ve heard of the Radio Demon and his descent to Pride. You should trust Luci.”

“Hell no! A sinner is no match for a Sin! That alone deems him unworthy to serve him!”

The King’s wings and horns sprout, a crown of hellfire encompassing his horns, creating a corrupted pattern along his face and arms. His fingers turn to long, black claws and his eyes, black and gold. His expression stone, with an angered frown to boot. 

“Please cease the arguing, for it is angering my master.” Alastor bows, maintaining his composure. They all look at each other, the king, then Alastor, then burst into roaring laughter. Lucifer looks at them in irritation before finally speaking. 

“Guys. Can we move on?”

“Sorry, Luci.”

“My apologies, my King.”

After that, the conversation pivots with the King’s form returning to a resting state. An hour passes, and the meeting ends, with everyone returning to their respected rings, and the King leaving to continue his work in his workshop, creating a rubber duckie that looks and mimics Alastor, including his shadow tendrils. Alastor on the other hand, broadcast’s his radio show, with the King tuning in. Once the show ends, Al goes out, returning to his sleeping king’s side, bloodied and in pain, placing him on the bed, before falling asleep on the floor next to it. 

“Goodnight, my King.”

[dramioneasks]

I would like fic recommendations with a healthy amount of smut with substance and romance to beef it up. A short but well written story 12 chapters or less. I find the smaller dramione stories can pack more of a punch for me. Oh and only happy endings please xx

Ps. I like it when Draco has feelings for her stewing beforehand/ it doesn't take long for them to develop because his mental commentaries are heartwarming and tummy fluttering.

This is very specific, please don't specify fic length, because a 12 chapter fic can be over 100ks words too.

I don’t mind if you don’t mind (can you read my mind?) - SultryNuns - E, one-shot - She’s miscalculated, staring at him openly, so she captures the abrupt way in which his head snaps up from his work. As a consequence, they’re now looking at each other, which is awkward, but at least he doesn’t know what she’s been thinking about. And then, Draco, usually still as a graveyard if never as quiet as one, twirls his wand again. And again. Watching her all the while, considering her. Hermione has a good sense for when she’s in danger, or an overwrought system that feels as though she always is, but either way, she slams a barrier around her mind, exerts her own graceless occlumency. He knows. And worse, he’s been driving her insane intentionally. 

The Art of Wooing Hermione Granger: a 12-Month Affair by sad_millennial - M, 14 chapters - At a holiday party for Ministry employees, Granger explains the muggle tradition of setting a New Year’s resolution to Draco. Draco, who has recently discovered that his feelings for her are more than platonic, latches onto the idea. What better time to “buckle down”—as the muggle-borns say—on his efforts than January 1? And so, Draco has decided, in the amount of time it takes her to describe the concept, that his New Year’s resolution will consist of one lofty goal: to woo Hermione Granger. All he has to do is navigate decoy, mid, and quarter year resolutions, join a fantasy (American) football team, train for a sprint triathlon, keep an overbearing Theodore Nott away from Granger, and dodge suspicious looks from overprotective Potters.

Mutual, I’m Sure - LadyUrsa - E, 8 chapters - If Draco Malfoy could have one wish in his life, it would be to not be a Veela. Wait, no. It would be to not have Hermione Granger be his mate. Fuck, at this point he would settle for Hermione Granger just being aware of the painfully obvious fact that she was his mate. But only as long as it resulted in monogamous bliss. And getting a cat. ** Two meddlesome best friends, two idiots who are bad at feelings, and a snow-filled Christmas reunion in Vermont. The only thing this White Christmas is missing are some musical numbers.

To Woo a Witch - MyDelphi - E, 8 chapters - Single father Draco Malfoy adored his son. And had decided that for his first Yule, Scorp deserved a priceless gift for being such a good little boy. And what was more priceless than getting him a mother? Getting him Granger as a mother. (Which would be a very convenient present as Draco Malfoy was terribly and irrevocably in love with her.)

Tentacular - Kayka - E, 8 chapters - Auror Draco Malfoy suffers a mishap that renders him alarmingly altered. Lead Healer Hermione Granger has never been one to step down from a challenge, though this tentacle-y little problem may be the first to actually get the best of her.

The Choices We Make - flags_fiend - T, 18 chapters - Draco wants to get through his probation and avoid any further stints in Azkaban. Hermione just wants to get through each week. In many ways they’re more similar than Draco could have ever anticipated. Something’s definitely different about Granger, although what that is is as much a mystery as his new placement. Is it her who has changed or him? As his probation conditions bring them into closer and closer contact, could loneliness become friendship, and then friendship become something more?

My Best Friends’ Best Friend Draco Malfoy - GreenInk_RedLetters - M, 19 chapters - "Look, we obviously don’t get along.“ Malfoy rose a brow. “But Harry is my best friend and for some miraculous reason he’s decided to trust you so I’m proposing a truce." Malfoy crossed his arms. "A…truce?" ”Yes. No insulting my hair or my clothes OR my work habits.“ He looked like he wanted to interrupt her. "And I won’t intentionally insult your necessity for a house elf or your slimy personality." "In the same breath you’ve managed to propose a truce AND insult me.” He paused. “Very Slytherin of you.” Hermione ignored him. "Truce? For the sake of our friends?“ He smirked. "Alright.” Her eyes narrowed. She hadn’t expected it to be that easy. A true enemies-to-lovers Dramione story, with an added twist of the rest of Hermione’s friends having already adopted Draco into their group. But when the pair form a timid truce to work together to assist in Harry’s proposal to Ginny…maybe seeds of friendship (or something more) will start to bloom. Features classic Draco snark, humor, alcohol-induced decision making, and perhaps someone not hating the other *quite* as much as they’d previously alluded to.

-Lisa

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

Dragon

From this ask game

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to this! Rather than write a summary for a fic, I ended up writing a drabble instead ^^;;

I really struggled with this one because I love dragons so I had a lot of ideas but in the end I decided to go with dragon!Reiji x reader (plus mentioned dragon!Shuu x reader).

TW: yandere characters and forced captivity.

Drabble:

Reiji hated visiting his elder brother's hoard. He couldn't understand how any dragon with even a semblance of pride could stand the state of the place; the complete lack of organization that had priceless tapestries strewn next to worthless baubles in a haphazard manner all over the cave floor.

There was, however, a lone shining gem he looked forward to seeing on his visits here.

You.

Contained behind gold-plated bars, positioned in the middle of the hoard surrounded by piles of treasure and cheap trinkets.

Today you were wearing a simple silk gown, the same sapphire blue as Shuu's eyes. The quality looked decent enough, but Reiji could not help but frown at it regardless—the outfit did little to flatter your natural features. As he gave you a once over, his mind drifted to the garnet covered corset hidden away in his own mountain top dwelling, made by one of the foremost artisans from the nearby kingdom and acquired by him shortly after he'd first caught sight of you in your gilded cage.

"He's not here," you said, not even glancing up from where you sat on a raised plinth draped in pillows and silk sheets. "I can play messenger if you want, but you know as well as I that there's no guarantee he'll do anything with the information."

Your voice was clear as it echoed through the cavernous space and Reiji was once again reminded of how much a crime it was that his older brother had found you before he had a chance to.

He loosed a sigh as he shifted his form to something more humanoid, his body contracting and twisting into a shape that was foreign to him but more familiar to you. It wasn't as though there was really any need to—your dealings with Shuu had all but forced you to cast aside any primal aversion you may have once felt to viewing one of his kind—but it was easier to stand closer to your cage like this.

"Typical, of course the good-for-nothing would rouse himself the moment I have word to deliver from Father. Do you have any idea when he might be back?"

You finally looked up at him, your pupils seemingly hollow in the dim light.

"I didn't ask, I never want to give the impression that I wait for his return." The slight hint of venom in your tone was not lost on Reiji, and it soothed some instinct deep inside of him, the one that kept him up at night wondering exactly where Shuu had stashed the enchanted key he used to keep you prisoner.

"I suppose I cannot blame you for that, even if it is unfortunate to be at the mercy of that useless lout's whims." The words weren't a lie but the irritation lacing them was. How rare that he should have a chance to speak to you without having to watch Shuu drap himself all over you. 

“I don’t suppose there’s any chance I could convince you to let me out of here while he’s gone, is there?” you asked with a smile that didn’t meet your eyes.

Reiji turned his gaze to a handful of golden coins scattered to the side of your cage before replying, “do you truly think you would make it very far?”

“No. Well—” he saw you shift at the edge of his vision, “—I don’t want to give up on the possibility completely, even if it’s unlikely. Do you think I could?”

“No,” he said crisply. “The harsh conditions, combined with how long you’ve been idle in that cage mean you would be unlikely to even make it halfway down the mountain, let alone to a human settlement.”

“Ah, I see.” Your flat tone led Reiji to settle his gaze on you once more, seeing now how you had pulled your legs up onto the plinth and wrapped your arms around them. “Would you—would you do it anyway? I know you and Shuu don’t exactly get along, so I thought if I had any chance of leaving here then it would be…” you trailed off, retreating further into yourself. 

“So you had thought I might act as your knight in shining armor? Hmph, how very optimistic of you—and ill-informed.” Reiji stepped closer to the bars so that he could run a taloned finger along one. “As much as I might be loath to acknowledge any hint of competency from him, Shuu knew what he was doing when he had this constructed. The bars were forged with ore from our homeland which means—” a sharp screech rang out as Reiji pressed down with his talon against the metal, scratching off a small section of the gold plate and revealing an unblemished dull gray surface underneath “—it is quite resistant to draconic power. The only way to open it is the key.”

Your expression fell further. 

“He always keeps it on him and hides it with magic whenever he’s with me, I don’t think… I don’t think there’s any way I can get my hands on it.”

“I see,” Reiji replied, keeping his tone carefully neutral as he lifted his hand away from the bars. “However, if you did have a chance of stealing it, would you honestly have the courage to do so?”

“Yes, I’d—I’d do anything to get out of here.” Your fingers tightened around your calves, digging into the silk of your gown.

“In that case, I may be able to offer some assistance afterall, although it comes with certain conditions.”

Your eyes snapped towards him as you leaned forward. 

“You’d do it? You’d really help me?”

Reiji allowed a faint smile to play at his lips. “As you’ve noted, in spite of our blood connection, I do not regard Shuu with any sort of fondness. So yes, I shall provide you with the means to obtain the key to your prison under the instruction that you wait until I am present to use it. I have no intent of aiding you in a bid for freedom only to be blamed for your demise when Shuu finds your frozen corpse somewhere on the mountainside. If you truly want to escape him by a method other than death then you have little choice but to travel with me.”

”I can wait,” you said quickly, climbing to your feet and standing so you were less than an arm’s length from him. “I’ve already waited more than long enough, I can stand it a bit longer if I know it’s not forever.”

“Good, in that case close your right eye.” You did as asked and Reiji slipped his hand through the bars, resting his thumb on your eyelid as he sent a pulse of his power through it. “Now, your hand.” No sooner had the words left his lips, than your hand was hastily clutching at his own, desperation clear on your features. Reiji might have almost found it pitiful if you weren’t playing perfectly into his hand. His magic weaved its way from him to you, glowing faintly purple before sinking into your skin. Once sure the spell had taken, he removed his hand and took a step away from the bars, savering the lingering feel of you and committing it to memory.

“I have granted you the ability to see through draconic magic, although only temporarily so you will have to acquire the key swiftly. Once you have located it, simply take hold of it in the hand I just enchanted and it will create a copy, one you can take while leaving the good-for-thing none the wiser.”

“Thank you,” you said softly. “Thank you, I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you for this.”

“There is no need for you to worry about that,” Reiji turned away from you, the sinister smile on his face hidden from your view, “I’m sure I shall think of something.”

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Against the Tide - Eight

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character, Silvio Ricci x Original Female Character Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach), Silvio Ricci (Ikemen Prince), Olivia DuBois (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent, Pirates and Princes, Slow Burn, Action/Adventure, Worldbuilding, Angst, Some Subtle Racism, Sexual Tension, Political Subplot

Previous Chapter: Seven | Next Chapter: Nine

Summary:

He turns to look at her, his expression serious. "Look," he starts, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking directly into her eyes. "I wasn't tellin' you lies when I said I wanna make you fall in love with me, Sae. You might not want this life," he goes on, motioning to the ship around them, "and if you don't I can't force you. If you tell me that all you want is for me to make you feel good, to give you three nights of pleasure and then never touch you again... well, it ain't what I'm hopin' for, but dammit, I'll take that, 'cause I want you bad enough that I'll settle for havin' ya a little while over not at all."

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“When we get to Baiz,” Olivia starts, “we’ll stay at an inn.”

Daisy claps her hands together excitedly. “You mean on a bed in a room that doesn’t move?” 

“Yes,” Olivia laughs. “We’ll only be there for three nights - just enough to restock supplies - but it’ll be long enough for everyone to get a bit of a break.” She smiles down at the girl. “And I’m sure you’d like to sleep in your own bed for a few days, too.” 

The younger woman flushes. “Not that I haven’t enjoyed bunking with you, but it would be nice to stretch out a bit more in a bed of my own,” she admits. 

“Of course.” 

“Does that mean we’ll get real baths too? Every night we’re there?” 

“Every night we’re there,” Olivia confirms. “That’s exciting too, right?” 

Daisy is practically vibrating with excitement. “Meaning I can put on perfume and actually smell it,” she laughs. “Oh, I can hardly wait!” 

Olivia is still chuckling quietly when the sounds of the crew preparing the Hellcat to dock reach her ears. She decides to go up on deck and see their approach to the coast of Baiz herself. 

“Ready for solid ground beneath your feet again?” Grimmjow asks her, as he watches over his men. 

“I can’t say that I’m not,” Olivia starts, “but I don’t think anyone is more ready than Daisy.” 

“I bet,” he laughs. “Didn’t think she would last as long as she did at sea.” 

“Well, she has the best teacher ever at her disposal,” Olivia grins. “I know a thing or two about being around a bunch of stinky men.” 

“You just wait ‘til I get a proper bath,” he shoots back with a smirk. “See how long you can resist me then.” 

Olivia rolls her eyes. “The minute you wash all the sea filth off of you, I’m sure you’ll fall right into bed with some tavern girl you come see whenever you’re here.” 

He inclines his head to the side. “You thought it was a joke when I told you I wouldn’t touch another woman if you stepped foot on the Hellcat?” 

She looks up at him in surprise. “I was under the impression that condition only came with the caveat of us sleeping together.” 

“Then you shoulda asked more questions,” he chuckles. “Sae, I meant what I said. I ain’t lookin’ at other women. Not while you’re here.” 

“It doesn’t mean I’m going to have sex with you.” 

“I know that,” he shrugs. “But I want you to know I’m serious. Not just about the sex, but about the other stuff I said, too.” 

Olivia studies his face. “Grimm. You’re telling me that even if I don’t crawl into bed with you, you’re not seeing any other women?” 

“That’s exactly what I’m tellin’ you.” 

“And…” She takes a deep breath, knowing she shouldn’t ask but unable to help herself anyway. “And if I do decide that I want to crawl into bed with you?” She lowers her voice. “What then?”

“Then I give you the best three nights of your life,” he says matter-of-factly. 

“And after those three nights are up, and we all file back onto the Hellcat ?” 

He turns to look at her, his expression serious. “Look,” he starts, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking directly into her eyes. “I wasn’t tellin’ you lies when I said I wanna make you fall in love with me, Sae. You might not want this life,” he goes on, motioning to the ship around them, “and if you don’t I can’t force you. If you tell me that all you want is for me to make you feel good, to give you three nights of pleasure and then never touch you again… well, it ain’t what I’m hopin’ for, but dammit, I’ll take that, ‘cause I want you bad enough that I’ll settle for havin’ ya a little while over not at all.” 

She draws in a sharp breath. “I…” She isn’t sure what to say. There are a dozen different thoughts floating through her mind - some she can make sense of, and others she can’t. She isn’t sure that diving headfirst into any sort of relationship with Grimmjow is what she wants. She isn’t ignorant of the complications that could come with getting involved with him - someone who’s gone half the year, someone with a reputation like his - and she doesn’t know if she’s ready to commit to being out at sea with him for all the time he spends there. 

And then there is the matter of Silvio… what he means to her, what she means to him - if anything. Whether there are still residual feelings on either of their parts, and what those residual feelings would mean for the future. How that would affect this diplomatic mission. 

It all makes her head spin. 

Grimmjow seems to sense her turmoil, and he flashes her a smile. “Hey. Put me outta your mind for now and enjoy the port,” he says, pressing his lips to her forehead before pulling away from her again. 

--

The exchange is visible from where he stands, just at the top of the companionway. He cannot hear the words being said, but he sees the uncharacteristically tender way Grimmjow looks at her and the way he presses his lips to her forehead in a kiss. 

He watches her for a moment after the pirate walks away from her, long enough to see the expression on her face. Whatever the other man has said to her has plunged her deep into thought. 

Silvio can take a guess at what it is. 

Like many of the things surrounding his complicated history with Olivia, he would never admit to anyone - perhaps not even himself - the way witnessing the exchange makes him feel. It boils the blood in his veins, the way her gaze follows the pirate even after he’s no longer within speaking distance of her. The way her brown eyes have gone soft with some emotion he doesn’t want to name. 

She used to look at him that way.

--

“So this is Baiz?” Daisy looks around, her eyes wide as though she’s trying to take everything in all at once. 

“This is Baiz,” Olivia agrees. “I’ve only been here a few times, and the last was about three years ago.” 

“What’s it like here?” 

“See for yourself,” she laughs, motioning to their surroundings. “Colorful, lively, bustling.” She pats the girl on the shoulders, gently steering her towards a two-level building a few yards away. “Come on - let’s go get a room before they fill up.” 

--

She and Daisy are on their way up to their room when she catches sight of Silvio in the tavern. “Daisy, do you think you’ll be alright getting settled in the room if I come up a little later?” 

The girl follows her line of sight. “Of course,” she says brightly. “There are lots of women here, and I’m only going straight to the room we’ve been assigned.” She smiles bashfully. “I’ll wait for you to go to the bath house.” 

“I won’t be long,” Olivia reassures the girl with a smile. 

He doesn’t look up when she seats herself across from him, not even when she speaks. 

“I can always tell when you’re angry with me,” she says quietly. 

“Bullshit.” 

“I can,” she insists. 

This time, he does look up. “What do you care?” 

His icy tone surprises her, but it does not deter her. “You may not believe this, but what you think still matters to me,” she says. 

“Why should it, Olivia? You made it clear a long time ago that what I think doesn’t matter. Not enough to make a difference in what you do, anyway.”

“Silvio… Can we talk about this, please?”

“Why now, after all this time?” He scoffs. “Does it have something to do with whatever he said to you? Maybe you’re feeling guilty about it, hm?”

Taken aback, she looks at him sharply. “I don’t—“

“On the deck,” he says. “As we pulled into port.”

Her gaze drops to the scratched wood of the table. “I wasn’t aware anyone was watching.”

“Clearly.” 

Olivia sighs softly. “I’m not sure what it looked like to you, but—”

“It seems,” he says, “that Jarron Barnes passed through here recently.”

Her train of thought has been abruptly derailed, and it takes her a moment to catch up. “Through Baiz?” 

“Mm,” he nods. 

“How recently?” 

“A month ago.” Silvio glances around the tavern. They are evidently between a midday and evening rush, so there are many empty tables. Still, he lowers his voice and leans closer to her across the table, presumably to be heard better. “One of the barmaids said she heard bits of his conversation with his crew while he was here. Plans.”

Olivia’s chest tightens. “Plans,” she repeats. “Did she happen to hear any timelines to go with these plans?” 

“She didn’t.” Silvio shakes his head grimly. “She did say that when she asked him - casually, the way she usually does - when he’d come back to Baiz, he told her not before winter’s end.”

She mulls over his words, feeling the tension in her chest loosen into relief. “Well that’s good news, right? He can’t leave Vora for Clario without passing through Baiz. Which means he’s planning to stay on Vora for the entire winter?” 

Silvio fiddles with a coin on the table, spinning it in circles and watching it fall. “In a perfect world, yes. But…” He looks up at her. “Not coming back to Baiz before winter’s end doesn’t necessarily mean he’s staying put on Vora for all that time.” 

“What else could it mean?” 

“That he’s been successful in his exploits in the Yarmouth,” Silvio explains. “And that he’s casting a wider net.” 

Her stomach drops at the implication of his words. “Oh no,” she says softly. “That would be very bad.” 

“It would.” 

“So what do you suggest we do?” 

He doesn’t answer right away, his eyes on something over Olivia’s shoulder. She turns her head slightly to see a tavern girl approaching with a tray of food in her hands. “Would you like something too, my lady?” The girl asks Olivia. 

Olivia glances at the plate in front of Silvio. “I’ll just have what he’s got. And whiskey and water,” she adds with a smile. “Oh, and if you would be so kind, can you make sure you take a plate of the same up to room twelve, please?” 

“Of course.” 

Silvio waits until the girl is out of earshot to speak again. “My source,” he grins wryly. “But if she listens to others for me, I’m sure she listens to me for others.” 

Olivia nods in understanding. “So what should we do?” She asks again. 

“Continue with our journey as planned,” he says simply. “On to Vora.” 

“And what about when we get there?” Olivia asks, eyeing him as he digs into his food. “You never did get around to telling me what your plan is once we reach Vora.” 

His blue eyes alight on her, and he swallows the mouthful of food he’s been chewing. “Because everytime I try,” he starts, “your wildcat comes prowling around, pawing at you and taking all your attention away from me.”

“I think that’s just coincidence,” Olivia says wryly. “It’s a big ship, but no ship is big enough to keep two or three people from running into one another often.” 

He laughs, but there is no humor in it. “I can’t tell if you’re really stupid enough to believe that, or if you think I’m stupid enough to believe it.” 

“I don’t think either of us is stupid,” she rebuts indignantly. 

“Then you’re a liar and you think I’m gullible, is that it?” 

“Silvio---” She cuts herself off when the food and drinks she’s requested are set on the table in front of her. 

“Will there be anything else, my lady?” The barmaid asks. 

“No, this is perfect,” she smiles up at the girl. “And please, you don’t have to call me that. My name is Olivia.”

The girl doesn’t seem to know what to do with that information, and so she simply nods and takes her leave. Olivia looks back at Silvio. “You’ve been here before,” she surmises. “You said that girl is your information source.” 

“One of them,” Silvio nods nonchalantly. “So what?” 

“Does she know you’re the Crown Prince?” Olivia asks, her voice low. “Does anyone here know that?” 

A slow smile spreads across his face. “Why? Are you thinking of cashing in on your status as the Crown Prince of Clario’s former lover?” 

“Of course not.” She snorts. “No one would believe it anyway.” 

“What’s so hard to believe about it?” He shrugs. “You think people see me as that sort of uptight prude?” 

His question takes her by surprise, and she realizes what he thinks she’s meant. “No,” she laughs a little. “I don’t think anyone would ever look at you and think you’re an uptight prude. I just meant…” She laughs again. “I just meant I didn’t think anybody would look at me and think I’m the sort of woman you’d be interested in.” 

“Even the most simple-minded individuals know that looks can be deceiving,” he says. 

“True,” she concedes with a smile. “I mean, one glance at you and people would think you were an arrogant, pompous ass with liquid silver running through your veins instead of blood. They’d take one look at you and write you off, never realizing there’s a heart in that chest as wide as the Seral Channel.” 

He doesn’t seem to know how to take her words. “Idiot,” he mumbles.

“Your cheeks are red, Prince Silvio,” she teases. “You look like a tapestry, with your silver hair and your red face.” 

It startles him, the way she uses words that he still remembers from all those years ago. He can see by the way she smiles at him that she remembers them, too. He isn’t sure what expression he’s making, but the smile drops quickly from her lips and she shakes her head. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I… shouldn’t have said that.” 

He says nothing, instead throwing a few coins down on the table and pushing back from it. 

--

“Aaaahhhh,” Daisy sighs, drawing the sound out. 

“Comfortable?” Olivia smiles, glancing over at the way the younger woman has stretched herself out on her bed. 

“So comfortable,” Daisy giggles. “I forgot what it was like to sleep in my own bed.” 

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Olivia advises her with a chuckle. 

Daisy watches her put on fresh clothes - not nightclothes, but the sort she would wear during the day. “Aren’t you going to bed too, Lady Olivia?” 

She glances over at the lady’s maid once more. “Not quite yet,” she answers. “There’s something I have to do first.” 

“Someone you have to go see?” 

She pauses. Of course she’s been paying attention, Olivia thinks with an amused smile. She’s a sharp girl, sharper than she lets on sometimes. “It’s just a friendly visit,” she says breezily. “I won’t be long.” 

“I won’t wait up for you,” the young woman says. Her voice is full of innocence, but there is something in the way she says it that makes Olivia stifle a laugh. 

I wonder what she thinks I’m getting up to… who she thinks I’m going to see. “Goodnight, Daisy.” 

--

The surprise is clear in his face when he answers the door at her knock. He stands there staring at her for a moment before speaking. “What do you want?” 

“To talk,” she replies. 

“Can’t imagine what else you could possibly have to say to me,” he shrugs. “And you sure you want to risk your wildcat finding out you came to my room at such a late hour?” Silvio flashes her a knowing smile. “A man could get the wrong idea about a woman going to another man’s room at night like this.” 

“Good thing you’re not just ‘any man,’” Olivia declares as he steps aside to let her in. “And neither is he.” 

He closes the door and leans against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “How did you know I didn’t have my own company?” 

“I didn’t,” she admits. “I suppose I was just hoping you wouldn’t.” She glances at the single glass and bottle on the table in the room. “But I thought I told you drinking alone is no fun.” 

“Then shut up and start drinking,” he mutters. 

She does, settling herself at the table and tipping the glass he’s been drinking from up to her mouth. When he raises an eyebrow at her, she shrugs. “You told me to shut up and start drinking, so that’s what I’m doing. Besides,” she adds, “we’ve shared much worse.” 

“Won’t argue with that.” He grabs another glass on his way to the table, lowering himself into the chair across from her. She pours liquor into his glass before refilling her own. “You said you came to talk,” he reminds her. “So talk.” 

“I know you think that what happened between us was a matter of me not loving you enough,” she starts quietly, her eyes on the dark liquid in her glass. “And maybe that’s what it seems like. But that wasn’t it at all. It… still isn’t.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Contrary to what you might believe, I don’t hate you, Silvio. And if you asked me flat-out if I still love you, and I was giving you an honest answer,” she adds, raising her gaze to look him in the eye, “the answer would be yes. You’re important to me. You always have been.” 

He looks at her warily. “You expect me to believe that, after all this time?” 

“You’d be right to be skeptical, based on the way I ended things,” she affirms. “I was selfish. I was only thinking about myself. I called it doing what was best for both of us, when really… I was just doing what was best for me and telling myself that it was for you, too.” 

“How could you think any of what you did would make me happy?” His voice is harsh, and Olivia can feel the emotion beneath the surface. 

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” she admits. “I thought you deserved someone who would give it her all, who would welcome the responsibility of everything that came with being your wife… and your Queen.” 

“What the fuck is that bullshit, Livvy?” He scoffs. “I didn’t want a wife that was excited about being Queen. I wanted a wife who loved me enough to be with me. Being Queen is nothing,” he goes on angrily. “Hell, being King is nothing. Nobody was asking you to shoulder the entire kingdom of Clario.

“You think my mother loves being Queen? She fucking hates it. She hates it, Livvy. But she’s so over the moon for my father that she would do anything he asks. And him? He’d fly out to the heavens and bring that same moon back for her if she asked him to. Them being King and Queen? It’s just something that happened around the fact that they fell in love.” 

“Oh,” she says softly. His words hit their intended mark. “I… didn’t know,” she confesses. 

“Because you never asked,” he sighs. “You just decided what you thought was best - for both of us. And as if that wasn’t bad enough,” he adds, “you moved onto that damn pirate like nothing ever happened.” 

“I didn’t,” she protests. “It wasn’t like that with him.” 

He looks at her dubiously. “You’re telling me you don’t have feelings for him?” 

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“Then make it simple for me.” He leans back in his chair, glass to his lips. “Make me understand.” 

She grabs the bottle of rum, tilts it over into her glass. When she sets it upright again, she puts her glass up to her lips and swallows what’s there in one gulp. 

Silvio raises his eyebrows questioningly. 

“Yes, I have feelings for him,” she reveals. “They’re different from the feelings I have for you.” She pauses. “I don’t know if I would call it love.” 

“But you could love him,” he maintains. “If enough time passes.” 

“Can’t any one person fall in love with another if enough time passes?” 

“You know what I mean,” he replies witheringly. “You can see it heading that way, right?” 

His question is a fair one, she knows, and one look at his face reveals he isn’t asking just to be spiteful. Not this time around. He seems to be genuinely curious, despite whatever inner feelings he has on the subject. “I suppose so,” she finally admits. “But… life as a ‘pirate’s whore,’ as my mother so eloquently puts it… I don’t know if that’s the life I want.” 

“A pirate’s whore?” Silvio laughs. “So your mother can call it that, but I can’t.”

“As I told her,” Olivia says indignantly, “that’s not what I’d be.” 

“You don’t know that,” Silvio frowns. “You’ve seen what he’s like - can you honestly sit here and tell me you think he’d change?” 

“You did,” Olivia points out reasonably. “Don’t think I didn’t know about all the girls you’d taken to bed before you started courting me.” 

He isn’t quite sure what to say to that - she’s caught him out and there’s no denying the truth of her words. “Do you think,” he grumbles, “that any of those girls meant a damn thing to me?” 

She stares at him, hesitant for just a beat. “Maybe they did,” she starts thoughtfully. “Didn’t you ever think of courting one of them and making them your bride? After all, it was only our parents who wanted us together initially.” 

There is no shame or embarrassment in his expression, and no hesitation when he answers her. “I never wanted anybody but you,” he says. “Even when I didn’t realize it.” 

This time, it’s she who has been stunned into speechlessness. “Well,” she says after a moment of said speechlessness, “that’s… I don’t really know what I expected you to say, but it sure wasn’t that.” 

Silvio shrugs nonchalantly, as though he hasn’t just dropped an emotional bomb on her. “So what are you going to do about the pirate?” This time he does nothing to disguise the clear animosity in his voice. “You say you think he’ll change… and you seem to actually believe that.” 

“Why do you hate him so much?” She asks, in lieu of addressing his somewhat accusatory statement. 

He scoffs. “You wouldn’t like my answer.” 

“I don’t have to, and I’m not expecting to.” 

“You really wanna hear that story?” 

“I do,” Olivia answers earnestly. “I know there’s a story, and I know that story has nothing to do with me.” 

“I wouldn’t say it has nothing to do with you,” he grumbles. “But there are reasons outside of you that I don’t hold any affection for him.” 

She gazes at him for a minute. Saying nothing at first, she reaches across the table for the bottle of rum, tipping it into her glass. Once there is liquid there, she looks back up at him. 

“I’m listening.” 

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[coreene]

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Astarion/Female Tav

Excerpt from Chapter 4 - His First

"There you are, come, have a chat with me." He said as he patted the pillow next to him. I looked him over. He didn't really have the plastered-on smile. I still wasn't sure what he wanted to talk about but I did as he asked and settled next to him. "I was just thinking about you. And that delicious moment we shared the other night." He spoke in the flirty tone I was so used to by now as he gave me a goblet of wine. "The moment when you bit me?" I asked with amusement in my voice as I took a sip. "The very same." He said with a nod of his head and paused. He looked unsure about the next words. "I've had this condition for two centuries, but truth be told?" He was looking down at his hands and away from me. His voice got lower and lower at the end. He cleared his throat before he finally spoke. "You were my first." "Oh?" I was surprised - but it explained why he almost lost control. "In all these years, I've only ever fed on beasts. Drinking the blood of thinking creatures is a different thing entirely." He said sounding just a little defensive. I wondered why he now chose to drink from a humanoid and not before but I refrained from asking. I've found that with this group of people - it was better to let them choose when to disclose more information. Specially, after Shadowheart made that clear. I really should learn to curb my curiosity better. "You were delectable." He said in a deeper voice I haven't heard from him before. Pulling me back to the present and away from my thoughts. It could have been the wine but I felt he was genuine this time. And it was enough to shoot blood up to my face. He picked up his tone as he looked around the camp. "And now I just can't help but wonder how the others taste." I could hear the playfulness in his voice. I decided to join in and maybe added a little bit of my charm to it. "You're already looking at other necks? I'm deeply hurt." I said with my best pouty voice. "Don't worry, there's enough of me to go around." He was very close to me now. "I'm a man of tremendous appetites." He had his hands open on his sides to demonstrate how big his appetite truly was. I chuckled. "While I have no doubts about your appetite, I don't think they would be as open to the idea as I was." "True, but it doesn't make me any less curious. Take Gale for example. He strikes me as someone whose blood is rich, refined like well-aged brandy." It really looked like he was having fun and I was having fun with him. I was happy playing along with his ridiculous fantasies. "Hmm, I don't know. You know he eats magical items. It could sour the taste of his blood?" I said remembering how Gale made it a point to tell Astarion his blood was awful. "You might be onto something there. What about the gith? What in the hell would she taste like?" I was curious, as well. "Something exotic, surely? An Amnan liqueur?" She sure was exotic with a personality just as unique. "Ohh, that sounds very appealing. I'm almost convinced." I laughed this time. That was definitely my fault.

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[theconstitutionisgayculture]

To that anon mocking you for your comment about pinkeye in the mouth, and to others who think the same, I'd like to point out that assuming that a disease can only strike one part of the body because it's in its name is not a good mindset to have.

Diseases are simply conditions caused by microbes or parasites (E. coli, Shigella, flatworms, fungi, etc.)

Foot fungus could very well strike other parts of the body, for example, if the conditions are correct.

Bumblefoot is an infection that may begin in the foot, but can spread up the leg and to other parts of the body.

Benign cancer isn't always benign -- depending on where the tumor is located, it can swell and cause issues with circulation or nervous system functioning due to its mass. It is called "benign" because it has not and does not metastatize and spread throughout the body like malignant cancer does.

Conditions such as pinkeye and bumblefoot are caused by microbes, and are named as such because that is where those microbes decided to proliferate with enough frequency that people decided to give the condition a name.

Names can be misleading. Whatever microbe causes pinkeye could very well settle in elsewhere. The eye is moist, wet, and surrounded by mucous membranes. The mouth is moist, constantly wet, and is contains many exposed mucous membranes. The environments are quite similar, in some ways. It may not be called pinkeye, but the root cause is the same -- moisture, sensitive membranes, and a lucky bunch of particular microbes who got to settle in enough to cause problems.

So, yes, one could potentially get pinkeye in the mouth. It just might not be called pinkeye, due to the differing location, but the microbe is the same.

Anyway, with that word vomit out of the way, I hope that you have a good day, mister theconstitutionisgayculture. :>

~ chickanon

I mean, I was smooth sharking the fuck out of pinkeye of the mouth (which anon caught onto faster that I thought they would, tbh, since they only sent in two asks before going dark), but this is interesting information to know. I knew very little about pinkeye beyond the joke me and my friends used to tell in middle school about people getting pinkeye from sniffing butts, which adult me doubts is the most common vector for infection, though I wouldn't exactly be surprised to find out otherwise. I just thought pinkeye of the mouth as a funny way to make fun oft he people who wore an unwashed mask for a year and then wondered why they were getting bacterial infections on their face. But now I kind of want to know if anyone ever actually got pinkeye in their mouths, and if t hey did, did they insist on making everyone call it pinkmouth or did they call it pinkeye and then act like everyone else was weird for being surprised it was in their mouth, which is objectively the correct choice?