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Now that the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2020 has concluded, we know that a lot of readers will have more time to catch up on some of the amazing fics they may have missed over the past two months. We encourage everyone to check out the full collection and to scroll through this masterpost of the 70 incredible fics that were posted during this year’s fest.

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Rainbow Bloom

A fic by dandelionfairies on AO3 | @dandelionfairies on Tumblr | dandelionfairi1 on Twitter

22k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis is in denial. Louis has been in denial for far too long. Then Harry enters his life and everything changes.

Breakable Heaven

A fic by amomentoflove on AO3 | @daggerandrose on Tumblr | dagger_rosefics on Twitter

44k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“What do you think?” Louis gets captured by Harry’s green eyes, unable to look away or even take a breath.

“I think you’re the most magnificent creature I’ve ever met.”

“You must not have met many creatures then.”

Harry’s eyes glance downward to Louis’ lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own. “None like you.”

bang bang (my baby shot me down)

A fic by thepolourryexpress on AO3 | @thepolourryexpress on Tumblr | ZOUlSBUSONE on Twitter

16k | Not Rated | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I walked in on them having sex again,” Niall says after a beat of hesitation.

Liam still looks confused. “Why’s this different from every other time we’ve seen them having sex?” Liam asks, and oh, Harry knows Liam really doesn’t want to know the answer to this one.

Niall’s gone silent then, and Harry almost thinks they’re in the clear. Liam is back to scrolling through his phone, and Zayn is whispering something to Louis that makes the older boy giggle. They’re going to get through this car ride without a murder.

But then Niall’s covering his face with his sweatshirt, taking in a breath and on his exhale, Harry hears him mutter, “Louis was wearing knickers.”

Liam’s phone clatters to the floor of the car.

Don't You Know That I'm a Moon in Daylight?

A fic by wildholly on AO3 | @bottomlwt on Tumblr | bottomloulou on Twitter

58k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 79. Louis and Harry fell in love in the 18th century, Louis wanted Harry to convert him into a vampire, but he ended up resenting Harry for it. Fast forward to our modern days, they haven’t seen each other since then, but one day they meet again through a mutual friend. Harry was bitter for a long time, but he accepted that being angry wouldn't erase the fact that Louis was the love of his life. He wanted to court and spoil Louis like in their original time period, but Louis avoided him every time Harry tried to reconnect. Happy ending!

practice in pencil, seal it in pen

A fic by loubellies on AO3 | @loubellies on Tumblr | loubellies on Twitter

16k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 174: AU where drunk Harry lifts Louis up after someone says “bottoms up”. Louis blushes at Harry’s antics, flustered that his best friend knew him more than he thought. Friends to lovers with a happy ending please

or Harry is in love with Louis but he doesn't know.

tastes like summer, smiles like may

A fic by outropeace on AO3 | @outropeace on Tumblr | outropetals on Twitter

47k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Is this true?” Harry grabbed the beta by the shoulders. “Bryce, where did you hear that?”

“There’s rumors going around the castle,” he smirked. “stories about his beauty and his cold attitude. They know he is an omega only because of his scent, but he has never had a heat.”

“Do you know what this means?”

Bryce smirk grew into a big smile. “He can’t give you an heir.”

A cold prince, an alpha with nothing left to lose and a kingdom with a secret.

blinded by the sparks

A fic by wallstracktwo on AO3 | @wallstracktwo on Tumblr

22k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

"You can’t even keep your lies straight. Mike has the memory of an elephant and can remember every single detail about every single person he’s ever met, so don’t stand there and tell me that he mixed you up with someone else.” He took back Harry’s cigarette. “I saw you exchanging lower chips for higher ones. I saw you counting the cards. There is no fucking way you won seven thousand dollars tonight honestly. And so I will repeat myself — I want in. Fifty-fifty.”

Harry was completely taken aback by the stunningly attractive man standing in front of him. He made several attempts to say something — opening and closing his mouth at least twice before he was finally able to string a few words together. “What? No. No way. No. Sorry, but I work alone.”

That was the truth too — he had never trusted anyone enough to let them get close, especially when it came to his scamming, so having a partner was completely, utterly out of the question.

“Don’t you think you need someone on the…” Louis’ tongue darted out, licking his lips as his eyes flickered to Harry’s mouth, one eyebrow cocking up. “...inside.”

Or - Harry is a scammer who drifts from casino to casino. Louis is the new waiter who wants in on the scam.

somewhere in between

A fic by soldouthaz on AO3 | @soldouthaz on Tumblr | soldouthaz on Twitter

42k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis wakes up early. He brushes his teeth and can only stomach a piece of toast for breakfast, dressing quickly and heading for the car. He pulls into the parking lot of the Department of Dominance and Submission just as they’re unlocking the doors. It takes him all of an hour in the uncomfortable chairs to fill out the paperwork to the best and most accurate of his ability, handing it over to the receptionist as soon as he’s finished and wiping his sweaty palms on his business trousers.

There’s a high chance that within ten to fifteen business days, Louis will be matched with a dominant.

Shit.

On My Mind All The Time, Say You're Mine

A fic by Safetypinprince on AO3 | @roselouis on Tumblr | femboyIouis on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Dude, we’re inside, and it’s night time. Those don’t look as cool as you think they do.” Louis could kick himself, he sounded so stupid, but it certainly got the guy’s attention.

It was at that unfortunate moment that he noticed several other things about this hot asshole, that he hadn’t noticed just staring from afar. First, when Louis spoke to him, his gaze was kind of unfocused behind his sunglasses, and secondly, that he had a red and white cane folded up under his arm.

“I’m… Blind,” the man chuckled, awkwardly.

Louis wanted to melt into a puddle out of pure embarrassment.

“I— am so sorry. I have to go.”

“Hey, wait, wait,” the man soothed, grabbing at Louis’ shoulders before he could get away.

“I’m sorry,” Louis repeated, looking down at his shoes.

“It’s alright,” He cackled. “I get it a lot. More than you know.”

Alternatively titled: and they were roommates.

A Silent Whisper (That's Left Unsaid)

A fic by MyEnglishRose on AO3 | @lwtisloved on Tumblr | darlinlou on Twitter

50k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“So… we’re doing this?”

Louis shrugs, suddenly acting disinterested.

“Your call, Curly.”

Instead of a verbal response, Harry suddenly takes Louis’ left hand in his. The black ring seems to nag him as the fire’s light reflects its polished edges. He ignores Louis’ curious gaze as he quickly takes off one of his own rings — the rose one —, sliding it on Louis’ middle finger. It is a little large and when he lets go of his hand, Louis has to curl it into a fist so the ring doesn’t immediately fall off.

“We’ll tell them it’s a promise ring, not an actual engagement,” Harry declares, trying to ignore how warm his cheeks feel. Hopefully, it can’t be seen as he is facing away from the fireplace.

“Right… could have gotten me a fitted ring though, my Harry ten years ago was more thoughtful.”

Louis’ tone is light and teasing again. It creates a small smile on Harry’s lips.

“Someday,” he whispers before he even registers it himself.

They both ignore it.

Or. A Fake Relationship & Exes to Lovers AU ft a failed proposal ten years ago, an oblivious Harry, an overworked Louis, Zayn as the protective best friend, a meddling aunt and a lot of talks about weddings and rings.

sweet like honey

A fic by falsegoodnight on AO3 | @falsegoodnight on Tumblr | falsegoodnight on Twitter

33k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Weeks of flat shopping with their limited budget with Louis as a librarian aid and Harry as a barista and arguments about whether a balcony or extended bathroom suite were more important (Harry wanted to be able to feel the crisp night’s air and watch the sun set and Louis just wanted to take long bubble baths) led to them stumbling across the perfect fit. A small flat only ten minutes from campus with a cramped but lovely balcony and an included bath.

It’s affordable too… well, sort of. But they always manage. Louis picks up more shifts as an aid, adapting a habit of bringing his Psych textbooks and homework with him to finish in between duties, and later his script so he can quietly practice lines with little distraction.

Harry also increases his number of shifts at the cafe and valiantly endures the nasty customers who for some reason flock to their establishment like moths to a flame.

For a while, it’s enough.

Or, Harry and Louis need money and they find an unconventional solution in the form of PornHub. It’s not supposed to be a big deal.

Spoonful of Sugar

A fic by zanni_scaramouche on AO3 | @zanniscaramouche on Tumblr

42k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry Styles.

A name better suited for a myth than a man. Like the name of the devil, people either whisper it in fear or laugh it off as fable. Cut it open and this city’s heart doesn’t bleed red. It’s snowy white, and it pulses in the tight grip of Lucifer himself.

Louis Tomlinson cares for his family above all else, a fact that’s led him on a twisted path peddling drugs to support them. Just as he’s made the decision to jump ship, Louis gets snared between the two largest crime syndicates in the city. To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

Let's Break the Internet

A fic by louizsv on AO3 | @ashleyjohnsonfanaccount on Tumblr | piccadillyplum on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Louis/OMC | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I’ll tell you what,” Sam leans forward in his chair and steeples his fingers in front of his face, “If you actually make an account and sell nudie pics and porn for more than three months, I’ll believe you.”

Louis purses his lips, ignoring the returning blush on his cheeks at the thought of having to film himself in compromising positions or taking photos of himself without any clothes on. Raising his chin defiantly, Louis accepts the challenge.

“Fine,” he agrees, “But when I win, you have to make one too.”

Lips quirked, Sam nods and holds out a hand, “Deal.” -- Or, the one where Louis is an Only Fans baby.

in a sea of mist

A fic by tomlinvelvet on AO3 | @tomlinvelvetfics on Tumblr

126k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

A Greek Mythology/Camp Half-Blood AU where Harry is lost, the road to peace is a wretched one, and somehow, through a mist of confusion and regrets, Louis seems to be the only thing that makes sense and everything Harry needs.

Across the Grey, Salty Sea

A fic by thecheshirepussycat on AO3 | @the-cheshire-pussy-cat on Tumblr | Bee_With_Mee on Twitter

19k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 212: Alex from Dunkirk and French escort/prostitute Louis who ends up in Alex’s quarters more nights than not. Alex gives him his dog tag to wear maybe just a lot of smut and dirty talk with Louis being a pretty princess.

When Our Worlds They Fall Apart

A fic by edensrose on AO3 | @holdingthornsandroses on Tumblr | thetrashpigeon on Twitter

42k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry put his hand over his heart as if Louis had wounded him. “You’re so harsh, my liege! Perhaps you need to relieve some tension…” He let his voice trail off suggestively.

“The day I ask YOU to relieve tension is the day I lose all my wits and join the Imperials,” Louis said. “It will never happen.”

Written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2020- Prompt 325: Star Wars AU with Harry as Han Solo and Louis as Leia.

Thank you, five.

A fic by nouies on AO3 | @nouies on Tumblr | _nouies on Twitter

5k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Harry?” He says as soon as he recognises the other man.

“Louis? Wh-what are you doing here?” Harry asks with a frown.

“Well, I’m here for rehearsal,” Louis announces with a proud smile.

There’s a flash of confusion on Harry’s face. “What do you mean rehearsal? I got the part, you didn’t.”

Prompt 195: Hamilton AU

Know I Think You're Awesome, Right?

A fic by princesshalo on AO3 | @princesshalo on Tumblr | tpwkorra on Twitter

60k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Well, that’s not very Treat People With Kindness of you.”

“Neither is approaching someone with the sole intent of criticizing a cause they’re clearly passionate about, given the amount of time they’ve dedicated to advocating for it,” Louis snaps.

“Sure, but I’m not the one with the button,” Harry shrugs.

“So, is there actually something I can help you with, or did you just come to push me into pepper spraying you as well?” Louis is quickly growing impatient. Hell, he was impatient the moment that Harry made his grand entrance on campus yesterday.

“I’m just trying to assess the environment here,” Harry says, “Because if this is all you’ve got to offer trans people who just want to be able to use the bathroom in peace like the rest of us, then I’m not sure I fit in.”

“Allow me to save you the trouble, then: you don’t.”

Based on the prompt: a college AU where Louis is a hippie, very good vibes activist and Harry is a punk, anarchist that always gets involved in violent protests.

show you the stars in daylight

A fic by bruisedhoney on AO3 | @yvesaintlourent on Tumblr | bruisedhoney on Twitter

13k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis laughed, the sound loud and borderline obnoxious. Harry winced. “Are you kidding, Haz? I wouldn’t even look twice at someone that couldn’t pick me up.”

And, well. That was new information to Harry. It’s not like Louis had ever mentioned to him that he was his type in any way, shape, or form. Harry shifted closer into the space between Louis’s legs, even more intrigued than before. “Why not?” he asked curiously, all pink lips and big curls. Louis smiled.

“Tiny, innocent, little Harold. Need someone that can pick me up, don’t I? I like being tossed around a little. You know, pinned down and made to take it. Lifted up like I’m nothing,” Louis said it all with a confident smile, his sharp little teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he locked eyes with the jock across the kitchen. “Think he might come over here. Move over. I don’t want him to think we’re together.”

Or, the one where Louis has a type and at sixteen and scrawy, it's definitely not his best friend's little brother Harry...ten years later, he changes his mind.

Freeway of Love (In a Pink Cadillac)

A fic by MsHydeStylinson on AO3 | @mizzhydes on Tumblr | MsHydeStylinson on Twitter

33k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Did you like them?” Louis asked in a seductive tone, propping his elbow against the armrest, chin resting against his fingers.

“I’m not going to answer that,” Harry informed, lips pressed in a hard line.

“I don’t think you have to,” Louis smirked nodding slightly towards his telltale bulge and watched as Harry reddened from his neck to his forehead in a flash.

”Please, I beg you to put that phone away,” Harry pleaded with a suffering expression plastered on his face.

“Please…” Harry whined.

Or,

Louis was on his way to Miami to visit an old friend. Harry was going there for a little R&R and take in the sights and sounds. A sudden upgrade in seating brought these polar opposites together. The universe works in mysterious ways and they are unknowingly about to embark on an adventure they will surely remember for a lifetime.

Prompt 107: Sugar daddy AU inspired by this tweet: “going to sit next to the richest looking middle aged man on my flight and scroll through my nudes for three hours straight” with rich daddy Harry and bratty baby Louis.

Won't Keep You My (Dirty Little) Secret

A fic by lovelykits on AO3 | @lovelykits on Tumblr

16k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I got asked out today,” Louis comments.

“Okay,” Harry shifts.

“Did you hear me? I said I got asked out.”

"You always get asked out.”

“Yeah well this time they didn’t believe I had a boyfriend!”

Or Louis and Harry have been together since the end of last year and somehow no one knows about it.

A Place With Skeletons

A fic by whoknows on AO3 | @crazyupsetter on Tumblr

50k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I would choose anyone other than you,” Louis says, picking up his train of thought again. He feels a lot more cornered and defensive when they’re in Harry’s house, for some reason. It doesn’t really make sense, considering that this time, Louis was the one who couldn’t hack it any longer. He broke first. There’s something about being in Harry’s space, though, the green and earthy feeling of it. It should feel like open space with all the plants, but Louis has never felt more claustrophobic than he does when he’s here.

Harry’s chest moves against his back, a sharp intake of air. Before he can open his mouth to defend himself, Louis keeps going, “If I had a choice in any of this, I would have been saved by that elderly security guard over you. I wouldn’t mind having to have the occasional cuddle with her.”

Pretty and Pink

A fic by LarryInPanties on AO3 | @larryinpantiess on Tumblr | babielouu on Twitter

12k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis points a finger at the man’s pec, “I’ll have you know Harry, anyone would be lucky to have me as a hitchhiker buddy. I’m nice, I don’t take up too much space, and I’m pretty.”

He’s not lying.

“Let me get this straight,” Harry gives Louis a look when he lets out a tiny laugh. “Ya’ want to take a ride with me but you don’t even know where ya’ wanna go yet?”

Harry never lets anyone come on the road with him.

Then, a cute hitchhiker, Louis comes around.

Cold As Ice And Everything Nice

A fic by harriblou on AO3 | @harriblou on Tumblr | harriblou on Twitter

40k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

A young boy about Harry’s age was zoomed into the camera, blushing a bright red and breathing heavily and as he bowed. The crowd was cheering for him loudly and every movement he made was bashful and flustered. He had on a very nice skate dress that was purple. His name, hometown, skate scores, and all sorts of information was in a banner on the bottom half of the screen. He was really young, especially compared to all the other competitors, which was the second thing he noticed.

The first was that the boy was easily the prettiest in the entire world, the prettiest boy Harry’s ever seen. He felt his asthma squeeze his throat and his heart beat faster and his hands get a little more clammy.

or in which Louis is a professional ice-skater and he meets Harry, who offers to clean the ice for him.

You'll wait for me only.

A fic by signofthetmies on AO3 | @tired-eyes-lou on Tumblr

9k | Teen & Up | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry nips at the bondmark on Louis’ neck, Louis’ hands go to his hips, grounding him. He allows himself this, knowing that his Omega needs it too. Harry pulls back, “Go on a date with me.” He rushes out, looking at Louis’ eyes.

Louis laughs and shakes his head. “No, Louis, I’m serious. We’ve bonded for life anyway, might as well try.” Louis looks at him, “You’ve been thinking about this a lot.” Louis points out, Harry nods. “Okay.” Louis says and walks out leaving Harry. “Okay what?!”

_______________________

Prompt 15: Omega Louis is a lawyer that worked on omega rights cases. Alpha Harry is a corporate lawyer. Louis and Harry used to be childhood archenemies, until Louis moved to another school and they never saw each other again. Now, they’re both adults that happen to work in the same place. They behave like children and still share a mutual dislike. Both travel to work together for a case. One night they both bond accidentally. Slowly but surely, they fall in love. Enemies to lovers!

through the wheatfields and the coastlines

A fic by thepolourryexpress on AO3 | @thepolourryexpress on Tumblr | ZOUlSBUSONE on Twitter

53k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“You’re not from around here, are ya?” Hot Cowboy asks, tracking his little lamb with his eyes. Louis frowns slightly, having thought he was doing pretty well at not sticking out like a sore thumb. It’s not like he’s not from around here — it’s not his first summer he’s spent at his grandparents'. But he supposes that the Manhattan city lifestyle that he’s used to is always going to shine through.

“I’m visiting family for the summer,” Louis explains, cheeks a little pink. “Trying to get some work done without distractions.”

Or, alternatively, the one where Louis needs inspiration, and a certain cowboy and his lamb are the perfect distraction.

The Boy with the Tin Chest and a Glass Heart

A fic by louloubaby92 on AO3 | @louloubabys1992 on Tumblr

18k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Alpha Harry Styles, world-renowned author of fairy-tales, is being persuaded by the Beta, Liam Payne to hire a new illustrator. Since Harry’s own illustrations are too graphic for what is supposed to be children’s stories, Liam feels the need is dire. Omega Louis does not agree with Liam since he believes that Harry’s stories are fine just the way they are. Of course this has nothing to do with Louis being totally biased or totally head over heels for Harry. It certainly has nothing to do with being jealous of the mysterious omega illustrator Liam has in mind to team Harry up with.

Seriously, it has nothing to do with that at all. Nothing, absolutely nothing, zilch, nada.

Yeah...

This Glass House

A fic by BabyPowderLou on AO3 | @compactblue on Tumblr | princessbluelou on Twitter

42k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

singing your praises

A fic by loubellies on AO3 | @loubellies on Tumblr | loubellies on Twitter

6k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 86: Louis rides Harry while wearing his packer’s jersey/sweater and gets his ass ate.

made for lovin' you

A fic by cuddlerlouis on AO3 | @cuddlerlouis on Tumblr | burntromances on Twitter

52k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I’m in,” is all Louis receives. He blinks a few times, making sure he’s reading this right.

“For real?” he asks, just to be a hundred percent sure.

“Yes,” pops up. “How do you wanna pursue?” The alpha adds, like he’s on a special mission or something.

“I’m gonna call us a cab to go to mine. Once I know it’s here, I’ll leave and join you there,” Louis explains. “I’ll text you to go around five minutes before it arrives, so it doesn’t look suspicious, and our friends don’t notice us leaving together.”

“Noted.”

So Louis does, and ten minutes later, he’s sat in the backseat of a cab, next to Harry Styles, the person he hates the most but unfortunately still finds attractive. They’re on their way to fuck in Louis’ flat.

Splendid.

Or the one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

Stuck On You

A fic by WritewhatIwant on AO3

34k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

On the Edge

A fic by zanni_scaramouche on AO3 | @zanniscaramouche on Tumblr

47k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Figure skating is as vital to Louis’ identity as his DNA, so when his skates go missing right before the last Olympics of his career there may be a meltdown only vanilla bath salts can fix. Well, that and the stupidly charming hockey player he met on the plane.

Harry’s too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes.

A baggage mix-up skews both of their perfectly laid plans for gold, forcing the two to work together as the clock clicks towards the minute they’re expected to shine on centre ice.

Be a Good Girl For Me

A fic by wannabebestseller on AO3 | @sincetheywere16and18 on Tumblr

9k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Based on this prompt: “AU where Harry is Louis’ older brother’s best friend. He catches Louis dancing around his room in panties and blackmails him, saying that Louis has to do anything he says or else he’ll tell Louis’ family that he wears girly underwear. Secretly soft for him, Harry gives him easy tasks and uses the whole thing to spend more time with Louis. Eventually, the orders begin to escalate and Harry teases Lou about his secret, making Louis shy and embarrassed. Louis loves the attention though, and forms a crush on his brother’s best friend. Lots of feminization, secret relationship, and enemies to lovers. Thank you!”

dripping like spider milk

A fic by raspberryoats on AO3 | @raspberryoatss on Tumblr | raspberryoatss on Twitter

64k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

When he sees the alpha, his brown hair curling around the top of his neck and his broad back that’s filled out over the past couple of years, Louis freezes for a moment. The alpha turns around, Louis’ surprised expression mirrored on his own for a fraction of a second before he schools it into a big, yet shy grin and a wave of his huge hand. With his nostrils flared, Louis knows that he can smell him, too.

They never hired alphas, except for—

“Harry.”

or prompt 110: Louis is a retired porn star and he gets invited back to test a new line of sex products the company he worked for is releasing (would include photoshoots and videos of Louis sampling certain toys). Harry is there to photograph, film, and intimately help him along the way (preferably in a private setting).

But It's Useless

A fic by thinlines on AO3 | @thinlinez on Tumblr

26k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Hey.”

Louis was even hallucinating now. He closed his eyes.

“Hey, you.”

He chuckled wetly, head still leaning against the door.

“Can you get out of the way? You're blocking the door.”

He exhaled sharply before slowly turning around. His eyes fixed onto muddy Nike trainers before it traveled up to impossibly short jogging shorts. The yellow color was atrocious, simply ghastly.

“What happened to being polite, Harold?”

OR Omega Louis would never guess that he would be trying to hack into Alpha Harry's Wifi. That is until everything changes when he tries to get to know his enemy.

Yours To Lose

A fic by loulicate on AO3 | loulicaterecs on Twitter

26k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I think I know the person that matches your descriptions of your dream alpha.”

“Who? And oh not my dream alpha, god you’re making me sound like a teenage school girl. I’m a mum, H.” They laugh as they watch kids gather in front of the verandah, getting ready to go back to the orphanage.

“Well, you’re gonna have to find out.” Harry winks before standing up to start cleaning their spot.

Or Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.

Sweet Scary Creatures

A fic by Specklesock on AO3 | @specklelouis on Tumblr | specklelouiie on Twitter

13k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

They stare into each other's eyes for a while until Louis remembers this is too intimate and looks at Harry’s hands on his thigh. It spans a big portion of his thigh and Louis has always been insecure about how thick he is, so he loves that Harry has huge, dustbin hands that hold him and makes him feel smaller, safer.

We Are But Dust and Shadows

A fic by louisbarnes on AO3 | @tomlinsonbarnes on Tumblr | dreamersdiving on Twitter

51k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Um, okay. I’m going to…” Harry gestured over his shoulder and gave the two of them an awkward smile.

“Wait! You got a letter.” Zayn held out the letter and Harry’s face dropped. He took the letter from Zayn, gaze locked on it like it was a bomb ready to explode. “What is it?”

“Probably just from the New York Institute,” Harry muttered. He hurried away, ripping the envelope open as he went.

“Remember when you said you didn’t want to fuck him?” Zayn broke the silence and Louis scoffed.

“Quite clearly, actually.”

Zayn grinned. “Your eye twitches when you lie.”

“Fuck off.”

Or: Louis is part of a well respected Shadowhunter family, and Harry is the Mundane turned Shadowhunter who just can’t seem to get it right.

it's hard to fight naked

A fic by bluestarwitch on AO3 | @loustarlight on Tumblr | IwtstarIight on Twitter

11k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 6: Louis and Harry are roommates, but they cannot stand each other. When Harry heard Louis moan his name while Louis was riding a dildo in Harry’s room (Louis thought he was alone at home), Harry couldn’t stop himself and so he ended up fucking Louis against the mattress. Happy ending!

or where Louis leaves dirty socks on the couch, Zayn does assignments while he's high, and Harry is hopelessly crushing on his roommate.

social cues

A fic by outropeace on AO3 | @outropeace on Tumblr | outropetals on Twitter

56k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

To Harry, Louis was becoming as tangible and essential as music in his life. He still was a mystery but at the same time, he was one of the most real things Harry had. He just hoped he could live up to the image Louis probably had in his mind of him.

He could play the part, after all, what was published of him wasn’t as detached from reality. He didn’t think of himself as a rockstar cliche, although he couldn't deny he did sleep around, partied a lot, and did some drugs. But then again, wasn’t that what the majority of his friends back in his hometown were doing at college?

Harry wanted to impress Louis, he didn’t want to disappoint or leave his expectations unfulfilled, so he’d give him the full rockstar experience.

It was a very simple plan, what could possibly go wrong?

hereafter

A fic by larryent on AO3 | @larryent on Tumblr | oflarryent on Twitter

13k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

"A legacy is every life you’ve touched. And you’ve touched mine twice."

On the coast of San Franciso in 2024 is when Harry falls in love all over again.

“This thing upon me is not death but it’s as real, .... this thing upon me like a flower a feast, believe me is not death and is not glory.” — Charles Bukowski, old man, dead in a room

smoke between your teeth

A fic by soldouthaz on AO3 | @soldouthaz on Tumblr | soldouthaz on Twitter

37k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Alright, fine. What is it, then?" Louis asks. "Give me the best you’ve got. What’s this big reason why I smoke?"

Harry’s head lolls backward on the back of the sofa, a dopey grin on his face even though his eyes are already halfway closed - that look he gives Louis when he’s about to spout some incoherent bout of psychological bullshit.

“Oral fixation,” Harry mutters as delightfully as he can muster, his tone suggesting that it should be obvious.

Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.

calm me down (before i sleep)

A fic by leeanndarling on AO3 | @erodiansunflower on Tumblr | leeann_darling on Twitter

6k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 24: Harry is a sex shop owner that has a crush on Louis, the shy customer who flirts with him while buying cute buttplugs, lace panties, and collars. One day, Louis asked Harry to help him put on a corset (they end up fucking in the dressing room). Things escalate quickly from there, so they start seeing each other seriously while trying other sex stuff.

This World’s Ashes

A fic by sunshineandthemoonlight on AO3 | @sunshineandthemoonlight on Tumblr

34k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The man stares at him, and all Harry can hear is his own heartbeat, racing.

Then the stranger turns away. He walks a few paces and bends down, picking up a large knife from the ground and shoving it into a pouch attached to his belt.

“I won’t hurt you, you know.”

Harry’s eyes snap up to the man’s face. He’s looking at Harry sincerely, palms held up as though in surrender. There’s still a knife in his right hand, though, so Harry is only slightly reassured.

Harry swallows to combat the dryness of his throat, and then says, “I won’t hurt you either.”

A post-apocalypse AU where Harry, battling his past as he survives in the woods, has learnt not to trust anyone except his dog. Then Louis crashes into his life, with his bright spirit and soft lips, pulling Harry from the depths of a loneliness he hadn’t realised he was drowning in. But there is danger lurking, and Harry’s not the only one wrestling with his past.

A Springtime's Wilt, an Autumn's Bloom

A fic by snowcaplou on AO3 | snowcaplou on Twitter

20k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“What about you Harry? Maybe you should apply for the position,” she teases.

“Oi! You better not be trying to get rid of my best driver-- I can’t go looking for a replacement, I’m too busy!” Louis says with a playful slap to Savannah’s shoulder. It's jestful, like the rest of their conversation, but there is a possessive bite to his words-- my best driver-- the words bounce through Harry’s ears until he can just hear the words my and mine. It falls deaf on Savannah’s beta senses, but for a minute Harry thinks he can sense the same words zooming through Louis’ thoughts.

My, mine.

My alpha.

And woah, Harry’s taking it too far. At least, he thinks he’s taking it too far, but when he looks back up from his plate, Louis’ eyes are heavy on his, and for a fleeting second, Harry can pretend he heard Louis say it.

Harry is Louis' personal chauffeur, and although he hides his feelings for his boss behind a wall of rigid professionalism, Louis still manages to squeeze through the cracks.

Starlight’s Crossing

A fic by smittenwithlouis on AO3 | @smittenwithlouis on Tumblr | smittenwlouis on Twitter

30k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

He can picture it so clearly, as he holds onto Louis’ sleeping body. How they’d go exploring every inch of the galaxy without a care in the world. He builds a fairytale future in his mind, one that includes marriage, kids, and growing old together. Even after such a short time together, Harry knows that he’d say yes to anything and everything this man ever asked for. He’d follow him to the ends of the galaxy if that’s what Louis wanted.

And that thought terrifies Harry.

Or: All it takes is one night for Harry and Louis' life to change forever. Fast-forward four years, and they embark on an adventure of a lifetime across the universe.

Floating

A fic by littleLouve on AO3 | @larents on Tumblr | louvees on Twitter

10k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The one where Louis has control over water in every form but he doesn't know what to do with it. Harry is here to guide him.

don't want no other shade of blue

A fic by padfootyoudog on AO3 | @louisisworthit on Tumblr

43k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I know you’re putting on an act,” says Harry after a moment, and Louis scowls when he realises the prince is actually amused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Louis.

“All I’ve heard over the past couple of years are rumours of Prince Louis’ kindness, and generosity, and oh, he’s so handsome I can barely pour his tea without shaking!” says Harry, putting on a silly, high-pitched voice for the last bit. Louis’ scowl deepens. “I would already know if you were just another selfish, bratty omega prince. You can’t fool me, darling, but I admire your efforts.”

“As you said,” Louis grits out, “those are only rumours. I assure you, I’m a terrible person.”

—

prompt 339: it was foretold that Alpha Prince Harry would be mated to a beautiful male omega with eyes that could rival the stone amethyst, but Omega Prince Louis refuses to believe it.

Loving You's the Antidote

A fic by neverheartbroken on AO3 | @neverheartbroken on Tumblr

5k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 302: Alpha Harry & Omega Louis are divorced but still spend each other’s heat/rut together because they only really trust each other but things get complicated when Louis (or Harry, author’s choice) spend it with someone else. Cue angst with a happy ending. (Prompt Inspiration: Prompt 98 from the 2019 BLFF)

dirty laundry looks good on you

A fic by tomlinvelvet on AO3 | @tomlinvelvetfics on Tumblr

50k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

When Louis Tomlinson finds his clothes lying in a sad soapy mess on top of the washing machine in which they are supposed to be, he acts upon his anger and retaliates. What he doesn’t expect is having to deal with a six-feet tall, curly-haired and dimpled man in return, who seems to arouse confusing feelings within him and to make his life take an unexpected turn for the better (or worse?).

OR; the utility room is a great place to fall in love.

no good unless it's real

A fic by fackinglouis on AO3 | @fackinglouis on Tumblr

17k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Here,” Harry says, pulling a strap off his shoulder so he can dig his phone out of his bag. “We can get each other’s numbers.”

Louis shakes his head. “I have the practice’s number already,” he tells him. “And my number is definitely on file somewhere.”

Harry pauses, smile quirking a bit as he stares at Louis. The sun is still in his eyes, though, with his sunglasses pushed up onto his head still, so Louis credits his funny face to that.

“I’m trying to give you my number, Louis,” Harry explains around a breathy laugh.

“Oh,” Louis blinks, processing that. He scratches his temple, moves a piece of longer fringe back behind his ear, and then nods. “Okay.”

Or: Louis is a very busy farmer who’s just trying to make it to his next nap and Harry’s the new hot vet that’s determined to infiltrate every area of his life.

Since the Future

A fic by bluestarwitch on AO3 | @loustarlight on Tumblr | IwtstarIight on Twitter

49k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

"It's done."

The words were barely above a whisper when they left Harry's mouth, but they hit Louis with the force of a freight train. It was done. Holy fuck. They had created a time machine. And tomorrow, they were travelling to the future.

To Love without Reason

A fic by MuggleMirror on AO3 | @mugglemirror on Tumblr | mugglemirror on Twitter

8k | Not Rated | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind.

Harry stands in the living room, looking around at Louis’ dwelling. Family pictures placed high on a shelf, certificates of Louis’ practice, and other trinkets that make Harry entirely too nostalgic.

“I have to warn you,” Louis says as he puts the kettle on, the water droplets from his hair trickling down the golden skin of his back. “The door jams if you lock it so you'll have to leave it ajar.”

Harry acknowledges with a soft hum, too entranced by Louis’ glistening skin to form a coherent reply.

Sedative Duty.

A fic by daddyharrie on AO3 | @daddyharrie on Tumblr | daddyharrie on Twitter

46k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Pop-star of the moment Louis Tomlinson is on his third-world tour. He decides to hire renowned professional dominant Harry Styles to unwind while on the road. In an effort not to raise suspicion by the crew, fans, and press, Harry pretends to be his bodyguard. He ends up being far more than that.

You and I 'till the day we die

A fic by Allmylovelarrie on AO3 | flightlesslarri on Twitter

10k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 124: A fic inspired by Groupie Love by Lana Del Rey, where Harry is a Rockstar and Louis is his cute little boyfriend who tries to hide himself in the middle of the crowd. (Preferably set in the 80s)

Give So Much (Not Enough)

A fic by skinsuk on AO3 | @wifeylouis on Tumblr

24k | Mature | Louis/Harry, Louis/Alex, Harry/Tess | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“For my little lion,” Louis slid the smoothie bowl in front of Oscar, letting him dig in with his little hands. “And for daddy.”

He didn’t process the bowl in front of him, the push across the table causing a raspberry to roll off and fall on his lap, because Louis calling himself mummy may make him feel all sorts of mushy emotions, but Louis addressing Harry as daddy was suddenly having a very different effect on him. Since when did Louis saying daddy out loud render him speechless?

“Daddy’s still sleepy, but we’re up bright and early right Ossie?” Louis’ cooing shook him out of his daze. The man coughed, picking the raspberry off his lap and swallowing it with unintentional, and very unnecessary, eye contact with Louis. “Well, is it better than your protein smoothies and why?”

Harry chuckled, spooning another heap of the strawberry banana goodness into his mouth, “Way better sweetheart.”

A friends to lovers au with tons of mama Louis and domesticity.

New York's Beauty

A fic by nocontrol_lou on AO3 | @saxophone17 on Tumblr | nocontrol_louis on Twitter

5k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 104: AU where Harry is an alpha wolf and Louis is a hybrid kitten. They were roommates. While they were arguing about something stupid, Harry wanted to bend Louis over the kitchen table and knot him right there. He slowly accepted his feelings and extreme desire for Louis, so he started to tease the hybrid until he would beg Harry to fuck him. They fall in love. Louis needs to feel comfortable with the camera so Harry fucks him until he is blushing and calm and gentle.

feeling borrowed, always blue

A fic by falsegoodnight on AO3 | @falsegoodnight on Tumblr | falsegoodnight on Twitter

67k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis’ own heartbeat picks up, eyes widening right as Dr. Zoyansky hits a button and the unsteady pattern of thumps echoes into the room. His breathing hitches, eyes watering as the rhythm seeps into his insides and reverberates in his mind. A heartbeat.

He doesn’t register the tears at first, eyes fixed to the screen and vision blurring.

The situation seems insane. Here he is, twenty-four years old, sitting in the examination chair and listening to the heartbeat of his future child, clutching the worn material of his changing gown with pale fingers, one of which is weighed down by a gaudy engagement ring.

And most noticeably - he’s entirely alone. It’s just him in the room with his doctor, experiencing one of the most groundbreaking, life-changing moments of his entire life and he’s all alone.

Or, Louis has been dreaming of his wedding since he was young - he just never expected that it was going to happen like this.

Hamartia

A fic by tomlinvelvet on AO3 | @tomlinvelvetfics on Tumblr

66k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Eight years is a long time for Louis to mend his heart back and erase every lingering, stubborn memory of his ex-lover, Harry Styles. But when news of the war being over spreads across the world like wildfire, and he stumbles upon the alpha he vowed himself to never see ever again, he realises that not even a lifetime will be enough for him to pick up the scattered, broken parts of his soul. He's far from expecting the alpha he loved to struggle the same way.

All the ointments in the world might never soothe the pain out, but it doesn't take long for both of them to come to the conclusion that, maybe, the only medicine to their heartbreaks are what caused them in the first place.

moonlit sky over gentle waters

A fic by stardustx on AO3 | stardxstlwt on Twitter

11k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

"The King of the Pirates! Captain Harry Styles! The one who conquered the seven seas!" Louis boasts, sarcasm drips from his tone, mocking him.

The bar is clean, but he still scrubs just as fervently, his brows furrows and a small pout forms on those pink lips Harry desperately wants to kiss. He looks down, dubiously, at the address in his hand.

“Every lass and lad dreams of bedding a pirate like you.” Louis huffs, gazes up at him with a despondant look that reminds him of a grumpy kitten.

Silence fills the space as Harry mulls over his words. He finally looks up at Louis, blinking slowly. “Do they really?”

"You're an idiot."

OR Harry left his hometown to sail the seven seas and returns seven years later, yearning for something — or rather, someone — that he isn't sure he can have.

Short and Sweet

A fic by 5ft9 on AO3 | cinnamouroll on Twitter

29k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis is a shy university student in a world scarce of male omegas. He's always dreamt of having an alpha despite his sheltered upbringing, fantasizing about being loved and cared for. He's immediately smitten by the mysterious alpha with curly hair, broad shoulders, and the addictive coffee scent.

under thorn and bramble

A fic by thedeathchamber on AO3 | @louehvolution on Tumblr

32k | Explicit | Louis/OMC | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 445: A historical AU where Louis is working as a servant on a farm. The family that owns the farm is exceedingly cruel to him and he is often exhausted and in pain from his work. A mysterious stranger boards at the farm and is very intrigued by Louis, but Louis doubts his interest in genuine. Any pairing fine.

Late night devil put your hands on me (and never, never, never ever let go)

A fic by summerandsunshine on AO3 | sunshine_Iou on Twitter

12k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry is a demon that feeds off of people’s nightmares. He finds his next meal in Louis’ dreams where he changes and molds them to become scary nightmares. Soon harry learns Louis is a lucid dreamer- he can act on his own in his dreams. They interact in the real world and have sex in the dream world. when Louis catches feelings the devil, Harry promises to come back to earth once and for all.

No Easy Choice, But You’re Mine

A fic by alltheselights on AO3 | @alltheselights on Tumblr | alltheselightts on Twitter

45k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis’ feet pound on the pavement as he runs, and the echo reverberates through the alley behind him. He drops the gun near a trash bin as he passes, his gloved fingers ensuring that it will never be traced back to him.

He’s panting, his thighs ache, and there’s a cramp forming beneath his ribs on the right side, but all of that is nothing compared to the exhaustion clouding his brain.

I can’t do this anymore, Louis thinks.

Or: Louis is an omega hitman with one last job that goes a little sideways. Harry is the alpha bartender that looks a little too closely and cares a little too much.

Joker Is Wild

A fic by Typosmyown on AO3 | @palosquared on Tumblr

19k | Explicit | Louis/Harry, Louis/Various | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 390: A reality show AU where Louis, Harry, Liam, Zayn and Niall are selected to stay at confined in a luxury mansion for 1 month, where they are required to have explicit, graphic sex at all times, like a porn Big Brother kind of show. Every week there are several different sexual tasks and trials that they must overcome together, which all ends in orgasms for all of them. When the boys all discover Louis is strictly a bottom, and a slutty one at that, they all can’t wait to get their hands on him. Bonus if other hot celebs are there too, like Shawn Mendes, for example. Includes lots of hard gay sex, rimming, blowjobs, gang bangs, ass worshipping (Louis ass, of course) and double penetration.

The Pirate and The Piper

A fic by jacaranda_bloom on AO3 | @jacaranda-bloom on Tumblr | jacaranda_bloom on Twitter

38k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Banished from Neverland by Captain Hook and the evil Siren Minerva, Louis is forced to live in the Other World. He makes a life for himself, resigned to the fact he’s never going to see his beloved home and Lost Boys again. Five years later he’s kidnapped and returned to Neverland, only to discover a far worse fate awaits him. But with an unlikely ally by his side, can he overcome those who seek his demise and restore freedom to his homeland?

Or the one where Harry is Hook, Louis is Pan, and nothing is what it seems.

Coeur de Pirate

A fic by louizsv on AO3 | @ashleyjohnsonfanaccount on Tumblr | piccadillyplum on Twitter

34k | Explicit | Louis/Harry, Louis/OMC, Louis/Harry/OMC | Tumblr post | Twitter post

He tilts his chin up as the Captain strides across the deck, his footfalls falling loudly against the planks. The crew watches them from afar.

Stepping into his space, the Captain wraps an arm around Louis’ waist and pulls him in. He lowers his head to breathe his words against Louis’ cheeks. “I won,” he whispers, “I’ve come to claim my prize.”

if you're feeling lonely

A fic by ifthat on AO3 | @lovehl on Tumblr | omegalouis on Twitter

12k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The guest list is on the desk. Louis runs through it and stops a third of the way down when a familiar name catches his breath.

Harry Styles.

All he has to do is verify whether Harry Styles is the same Alpha whose scent beckoned him closer.

it's a game we play in the sheets

A fic by loubabyworship on AO3 | @strawbabyloucake on Tumblr | pillouprincess on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Louis is… He’s a boy I’ve been talking to.” He bit his lip, grin evident. “After I watched one of his videos during a Harry Reacts a few weeks ago I messaged him and…”

His sentence was cut short by the sound of a timid little “Hi” being whispered into his ears.

Harry closed his eyes for a second, pausing to take in the online presence of the real-life fairy, before he opened them and smiled. “Hey Lou. Ready to play with me?”

Mind Over Matter (You Under Me)

A fic by youreyesonlarry on AO3 | @youreyesonlarry on Tumblr | youreyesonlarry on Twitter

73k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day.

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Prompt 21: Harry stopped playing hockey (after 10 years of a professional career) because of a severe injury. The dream he worked so hard for vanished in the blink of an eye. His family insisted that he had to go to physical therapy, even if it only helped his health. Cue to personal assistant Louis, the most efficient and kind PA one could hire.

View the 2020 BLFF collection here.

View the 2019 BLFF collection here.

#fics 2020

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beautifulpaxielreads · 4 years

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Attention all Booklrs

EDIT: Bec has just informed me I incorrectly named her co-team member and website creator as Sarah. Her name is actually Rachel - now FIXED.

I want to say firstly, this is not going to be a “reblog this or else!” sort of post - I hate those with a burning passion. I don’t want you to feel any pressure at all if you’re not comfortable interacting with this post. I don’t mind.

I’m writing this because a few days ago, I found a fantastic online resource that I think a lot of readers would find incredibly helpful.

It’s called...*insert drum roll here*

The Trigger Warning Database

Click underneath for a full (ish) explanation of what this website is about and how it works.

“This website, this database, is a place for readers like us. It’s for readers with triggers, readers on their own trauma recovery journeys, readers who just want the safe, enjoyable reading experience they deserve.

I know the idea of content warnings is controversial. Meme culture has slowly eroded the legitimate definition of ‘being triggered’ to the general public but it is real, valid experience. We know that and hope this website can help you out, even just a little.”

-- “Our Mission”, The Trigger Warning Database (https://triggerwarningdatabase.com/about/)

The Trigger Warning Database (TWD) was launched in June 2020, and is run by two Australian book bloggers, Rachel and Bec (click the links for their social media pages).

As the mission statement suggests, TWD is a searchable online database of books and trigger warnings.

When you click on the link in my intro, it brings you to a page that should look like this:

Hopefully you should be able to make the screenshot bigger (on desktop) by right clicking it and opening it in a new window. Sorry for the folks viewing it on mobile, I’m not sure if it will come up any bigger. Let me know if you have any viewing problems and I’ll see what I can do.

See the blue circle on the far left? That enables you to search by trigger.

If you click on it, it brings you to this page:

If you scroll down the page, you will find a list of triggers in alphabetical order.

Just click on the trigger that you want to look up, and it will give you an alphabetical list (by book title) of all the books in its database that have those specific triggers.

For example, here we have a sample of the list that comes up if you click on the “Ableism & ableist language” trigger.

Are you starting to see how it works?

A few things to note:

Once you start navigating through the website, you will notice the following menu:

When you’ve left the homepage, you can also use this menu to help you navigate through the site.

Another thing you will notice as you browse through the site is that the suffix:

“-phobia”

is not used anywhere, eg “homophobia”, “transphobia” etc. Instead, you will find the suffix:

“-misia” pronounced “my-Zee-ya”

Here is the site’s explanation as to why:

“Homomisia means a strong dislike of homosexuals and homosexuality; it refers to people bigoted towards gay people, and anti-gay rhetoric. We don’t use the term homophobia because it is misleading and inaccurate, literally meaning ‘a fear of gay people’. It is also belittling and insulting to people with legitimate phobias. Most people mean homomisia when they say homophobia.

It can also be swapped out for other prefixes, such as queermisia or bimisia.”

--”Why don’t you use the term homophobia? What does homomisia mean?”, https://triggerwarningdatabase.com/disclaimers/

Finally, you will notice the number of books in the database is quite limited. Understandably so, given it’s been running less than year! Is there a way you can help to grow this database?

YES!

From the menu, hover over the heading labelled “Contact”. You will see the following:

Click on “Contribute”.

This will bring you to a submission page, where, if you want to add a book that is NOT already in the database, you can fill in the required details, which includes a list of any triggering content.

The database creators are quick to acknowledge that sometimes the emotional labour required to fill in said content can be extremely taxing. In recognition of this:

“If you choose to accept, as a sincere thank you, I will be listing contributors here with a link to whatever you to choose to promote (your blog, Twitter, BookTube etc). I will only be doing this with express permission however, so please know that entering your information above means you’re accepting that I will acknowledge your support and links on a public website.”

-- “Contribute”, https://triggerwarningdatabase.com/contribute-3/

You’ll notice I haven’t included every single detail about how to navigate this site. One, it would take too long for me to do (it’s already taken quite a while already), and two, I reckon you would find it easier to just navigate through the website itself.

Lastly, I’ll just tag a few people to help get the word out:

@thereadingchallengechallenge

@storytime-reviews

@books-and-cookies

Also, if someone wants to make this post friendlier for vision-impaired folks, please go ahead! @youthbookreview I know you do this - feel free to ignore, though, if the task is monumental. My fault!

Acknowledgments: Bec, member of the TWD team for letting me spread the word here on Tumblr. All images included belong to TWD.

I hope the Trigger Warning Database will help you to have a safe and pleasurable reading experience.

#beautifulpaxiel reads #reading resources #trigger warnings

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ahgaseda · 5 years

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wolf boys || chapter 11

⇥ synopsis : being the young alpha female over a pack of misbehaving werewolves is no easy task and is made even more complicated when the time comes to choose a mate...

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring violence or mentions of blood, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

Something stirred you awake, restless and yearning. Rolling to your side, you buried your nose in the sheets, drowning in your own scent. It was thicker, more pronounced than normal, and that was new.

You got to work. Ripping the blankets from your bed and tossing them to the corner. Then followed the pillows and sheets.

Standing there, you put your hands on your hips and realized you would need more.

The guest room was your first target. It hadn’t been used in ages. You piled high what you could find and began shaping your spoils in a snug oval wedged in the corner.

As the boys began to stir, Jinyoung was the first to notice all of the cushions missing from the sofas.

Appearing in the doorway, Jinyoug leaned against the frame and watched you fondly. “Are you… nesting?”

Coming to a stop, you sat squarely in the center with your legs spread comfortably at your sides. “Is that what this is?”

He smiled at the bewilderment on your face. “I think so.”

Glancing around, you huffed, “I need more blankets and towels.”

“You’ve decided to breed then?”

Flustered by the notion, you exclaimed, “No!”

Jinyoung cocked an eyebrow, unconvinced.

Glaring at the implication, you exclaimed, “I just feel a ridiculous urge to make this specific corner as comfortable as possible!”

Jinyoung held up his hands in surrender. “Alright. Alright.”

“Don’t mind me,” you retorted, adding another pillow to the growing heap.

Jinyoung left you to your task with a smile, warning the other wolf boys what they would find if they breezed by your bedroom.

Jaebeom passed the doorway not long after, stopping dead in his tracks and watching you with interest. Delicately you pushed the blankets until they rested exactly where you wanted them. Something in your blood told you what to do.

The alpha finally asked, “Are you nesting?”

Lifting your head, you felt a slight prickle of nerves at being caught by Jaebeom in this position, knowing it would lead to another awkward, tense conversation. “Ugh, I already had this chat with Jinyoung,” you groaned, putting another pillow against the wall.

Jaebeom reached down to pick up the small crocheted throw that had fallen just beyond your reach. He extended it toward you and said, “I’m supposed to bring you what you need.”

You took the offering quickly and draped it over your lap. “I can handle it myself,” you told him softly. “I don’t plan on using this nest.”

Jaebeom watched you resume the work, shivers racing up his spine. “I can see it... In my mind,” he whispered under his breath, more so to himself.

Disinterested, you asked, “See what?”

Jaebeom’s voice lowered, husky with the weight of his words, “You nesting here. Swollen with my baby.”

Your eyes lifted, gazes meeting, and you felt yourself melting under the sudden pressure in the room. “...Stop that,” you whimpered.

Jaebeom heard the shift in your tone and it was music to his ears. “If you’re having this urge now, we both know what that means.”

You sighed. “Heat isn’t far behind.”

“Mm.”

Rising to your feet, you asked, “What will you do if I give myself to Jinyoung to breed?”

Jaebeom’s expression flickered, jealousy gone as swiftly as it had appeared. He went to great lengths to hide his emotions, as always. “Jinyoung has already said he doesn’t want that for you.”

You stepped closer, testing the waters as it were. “What if I insisted?”

Jaebeom rounded on you, “Then I will drive him out of here, fangs and claws. All of them. I will stand at this door and fuck up any of them that try to get through to you.”

You blinked in shock, but deep down, you weren’t the least surprised. “Jaebeom…”

Jaebeom moved closer until he leered over you and growled, “Alpha. I am your Alpha.”

You let your attention falter to his chest, something coursing in your blood both calming and arousing at the display of his dominance. “Alpha,” you finally purred, rising to your tiptoes and bringing your lips to his neck, breathing him in.

Jaebeom rumbled in his throat with satisfaction, knowing his scent was soothing to you.

Lashes fluttering, you broke away from him, feeling his arm wrapped around your waist slipping free. You lost track of how long you had been in his embrace, but you were reminded you had work to do.

Giving his chest a small shove that failed to even jostle him, you snipped, “I’m not using this nest.”

Jaebeom smirked. “Whatever you say, alpha.”

You snorted, watching him leave.

The tension that had filled the room steadily dissipated. Satisfied with your work thus far, you plopped down in your nest and began to rub your back against the blankets.

Having watched you for a minute or two, Jinyoung chuckled and teased, “You’re cute.”

Turning your head, you continued your ministrations and chirped, “I’m making it smell like me.”

The beta nodded his head. “Yeah, I got that.”

Jaebeom approached swiftly, his voice a deep snarl, “Don’t go in there.”

“Jaebeom,” you called, the scent of his sharp aggression tickling your nose.

Jaebeom crowded into Jinyoung’s face and warned, “I won’t have my baby’s nest smelling like my beta.”

You shouted, “Jaebeom!”

Jaebeom didn’t afford you a glance. He was as much tapped into his instincts as you were.

Jinyoung bowed his head in submission and murmured, “Yes, alpha.”

You bristled with agitation, and had you been in your wolf form, you would have pinned your ears back and shown your teeth. “Both of you,” you hissed, vehement. “Out. Now.”

Jinyoung didn’t hesitate to give you the space you desired, but Jaebeom was ready to plant his feet and put up a fight. He weighed the choice briefly before studying the sight of a clearly irate female and deciding to vacate to the safety of the living room without another word.

As time passed and you basked in peace and quiet, you relaxed again. Something in your lupine instincts despised any form of display between males close to your nest, which was why you had reacted rather angrily. You realized it was because you would one day guard and nurse your baby there. Of course, any mother would never allow the males to misbehave so close to her young.

You became less and less inclined to leave your nest. In fact, your new task was to saturate the place with your scent. At this point, you trusted your body knew what needed to be done and you took pleasure - and pride - in preparing your makeshift bed.

The silence didn’t last long unfortunately as Jackson finally stole a peek at your activities and exclaimed, "Ooh, she is nesting!"

You grumbled, "I'm just trying to get comfortable."

Jackson quipped loudly, "Comfortable enough to take that dick."

Your temper flared and you braced your hands on the cold floor, about to leap and give this kid a taste of your annoyance.

Jackson bolted through the door, but there stood Mark at the ready to give him a swat over the back of his head.

"Have some respect,” Mark chided with amusement. “She can kick you out of the pack at anytime."

The delta blinked. "She can?"

Mark nodded. You flashed a smug grin.

Jackson chuckled nervously. "I was just kidding, alpha."

"I will let it slide… this time,” you told him, waving the boys away.

Jackson retreated, but Mark simpered. “Are you okay? Need anything?”

You were grateful for the offer and replied, “I’ve given up trying to fight these urges. My mother always said a she-wolf knows best.”

“Trust your magic. You have a lot more of it than we do.”

Tears burned your eyes and you spoke lightly as a feather, “Thank you, Mark.”

“Anytime, baby,” he said sweetly. Then, he headed outside to make his rounds of the territory.

Left alone again, you sat there and waited. You had grown accustomed to the routine interruptions from your wolf boys. When enough silence had passed, you curled up in your nest and felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

Images danced in your mind. Of a dark-haired baby with full cheeks tucked against your breast, your body curled around her protectively as she rested over your heartbeat. A faint smile tugged at your lips, lost in your dreams.

Jaebeom approached without hesitation, slipping into your nest and settling at your side. Nose to nose you met his eyes and exhaled in contentment.

“Comfortable?” asked the alpha.

“Very,” you sighed.

Jaebeom began to move, rubbing his back on the blanket.

You scowled and warned, “Stop that.”

“It should smell like me,” Jaebeom countered, playful.

“It’s mine,” came your dangerous growl.

Jaebeom settled down. “Wouldn’t you get lonely?”

You laughed at that and deadpanned, “No, I live in a house with four boys.”

Jaebeom rolled his eyes, but shifted with the intent to leave you be.

“I will allow you to stay in my nest for now,” you told him quickly.

Jaebeom smiled, but your closed eyes kept you from seeing the happiness on his face. “Is that so?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

Jaebeom took one last look at the serenity on your face before he joined you in your sweet dreams, whispering under his breath, “It’s perfect.”

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10 Easy Rules (Ch. 2) - Dom!90s Roger x sub!reader (smutty smut)

Series Summary: Reader is a young 20-something who is living back home with her parents, and she meets their new neighbor.

Chapter summary: Official submission, jealousy, and no reprieve.

Chapter warnings: language, smut, D/s, minor S/M

Word count: 7172

[A/N: Be warned - this one is more aggressive than the first one. Also, credit to the maker of this pic - @maccameddows. And... 250 notes are in play. Give them to me. And reblogs are loved, y’all.]

Brunch. You hate brunch with the ladies but you do it to make your mother happy. Every Sunday, with the same people and the same topics of conversation. Charlotte Garland will complain about her husband and flutter on about whatever new cute, young guy she met in town. Sarah Ward will bounce between yammering about her son Danny and her daughter Kim who is studying in Italy. Your mother? She’s the only one who will mix it up a little but somehow always manages to make passive aggressive observations about you.

The only thing that saves you is the champagne that is so nicely served with the food. You feel so entirely fake at these, sitting in some pretty little dress with an obnoxious hat on your head. This isn’t who you are. This is so far from who you are. But you fake it with a smile and keep drinking the champagne. And that’s what you’re doing when you hear Mrs. Ward greet the two people who just walked up to your table to say hello. “Mr. Taylor, you’re a good man. Peter never comes to these things.”

You start to choke on the sip you were trying to swallow, and your mother starts to pat you on the back. “You would be the one who can’t even swallow properly,” she scoffs.

“I’m sorry for causing a scene, mother,” you sarcastically reply. “I can swallow just fine.” You glance up and see Roger trying to stifle a smirk, but he’s not doing a very good job.

“Please,” Mrs. Garland says. “Why don’t you two join us? We can shift so you can sit next to each other.”

She – whoever she is to him – starts to laugh. “We can sit apart. It’s not like I’m not around him all the time anyway.” She takes the empty seat on the other end of the table, leaving the only empty seat for Roger next to you. You’re not complaining one bit.

“You look nice today,” he says to you with a smile before leaning into your ear. “Good enough to eat.”

“Hmm,” you chuff and smirk as you take a sip of your champagne. “Anytime, Mr. Taylor.”

He starts to nervously fidget in his seat and you start to laugh. “I feel out of place here.”

“Relax,” you giggle. “We don’t bite.”

“I do,” he whispers in your ear. You clear your throat and feel his hand come to rest on your lap, which is the worst thing that could possibly happen right now because you’re already struggling to stay collected. “How long does all of this last?”

“Until they run out of things to gossip about.” You rest your elbow on the table and lean your head against your hand, turning it to look at Roger. “What are you doing?” you whisper.

He smirks and looks directly into your eyes. “Evoking rule number two.” Your eyes grow wide and he leans close to you again and furrows his brow while giving you a devilish smile. “You didn’t think I was actually finished with you, did you?” You thought he was, or that it would maybe happen one or two more times. You thought the whole “Daddy” thing was a joke yesterday but now you’re thinking it wasn’t. “They’re not paying us any attention,” he chuckles. “Relax.”

“Roger…” you whisper, and his hand starts to move from your thigh down to your knee. “Stop it.” Of course, he doesn’t stop, because rule number one clearly states that he is in control. When his hand finds the hem of your dress, it moves underneath and rubs your inner thigh. “Stop,” you mouth and give him a subtle, almost panicked look. But he doesn’t stop. He nudges your thighs, silently telling you to spread them apart. You shake your head no, and he raises an eyebrow. “Here? Now?” you whisper. He holds up two fingers and smirks. “But…”

He quietly chuckles and keeps prodding as he turns his eyes away from you. “Are you enjoying your meal, Mr. Taylor?” your mother asks.

“Mmm yes,” he answers. “Very much.” You move your legs apart just a little bit, but not enough to give him easy access to the area he’s trying to reach. Somehow he manages to reach it anyway. “I’m quite pleased with the cherries.” He sticks one finger underneath your panties and wiggles it, and you struggle to stay still. “So sweet. And juicy.” He takes one off of his plate and pops it in his mouth with a smile.

You quickly pick up your champagne and take a sip. “Are you feeling okay, Y/N?” Mrs. Ward asks from across the table. “You look a little flushed.”

You clear your throat and smile. “I’m okay. Just a little light headed. I should go easy on the drink,” you giggle.

“Why don’t you take her home, Roger?” his whatever-she-is tells him. “I know you don’t want to sit here and hear us chit chat.”

You didn’t need much convincing to leave, and he didn’t need any convincing at all to take you away from there. Conveniently, once again, you’re locked out of the house, so there’s only one place to go. And, conveniently, the two of you are alone again. You don’t ask where the kids are. You don’t care. All you’re focused on right now is how he’s holding your wrist and rushing you into what you assume is his office. You don’t even have the chance to take in your surroundings. You don’t care about your surroundings anyway.

Roger sits on a chair and calls you over to him. “Take it off,” he commands. “The dress. Off.” You do as you’re told. He pulls you close, one hand grasping your ass and the other running over your stomach as he looks you up and down. “Fucking perfect,” he smiles. “But I knew that already.”

You don’t know what to make of any of this. Just like you were yesterday, you’re speechless and completely under his control. You stand there in front of him, just like yesterday, and silently await his next instruction. There’s just something about him – his voice and his eyes are so fucking hypnotic, and you’re completely void of any self-control. He reaches a hand out and tugs on the waist of your panties, and you pull them down. He didn’t even have to say anything. Just like he didn’t have to do anything but point at your bra before you took that off, too.

He pulls you to his lap, your back to his chest, and spreads your legs open, draping one of them over the arm of the chair and your arm behind his neck. He holds you close with one arm wrapped around your abdomen and tugs on your earlobe with his teeth. “So beautiful,” he groans. He moves his mouth down to your nipple and starts to tug with his teeth as his free hand starts to rub on your mound, his fingers gently rubbing on your clit. Your breathing is heavy and your moans are loud. “Shh shh,” he whispers. “Keep it down.” He nuzzles his face in your neck as he slides a finger inside of you. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasp.

“You can have this all the time,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.” He holds his finger inside, wiggling it around and your mouth drops open. “Do you want Daddy to take care of you?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “Yes I want Daddy to take care of me.”

“You’ll have to listen to what Daddy says, Y/N,” he groans. “Do what Daddy tells you to do. Always be a good girl, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And if you’re not a good girl, Daddy will punish you, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy doesn’t want to have to punish you, princess. But I will if I need to, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You’re beautiful, baby girl,” he says as he kisses your neck. “You’re beautiful when you smile. When you laugh. When you get flustered,” he chuckles. “Now I’m going to find out how beautiful you are with my cock inside you.”

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since you’ve been with him. A week since you’ve seen him since he and his family went out of town for a small trip. Two weeks and you don’t know how you managed to not lose your damn mind.

“Don’t you think that skirt is a little short, Y/N?” your mom asks as you walk into the living room. “This is a birthday party, not a strip club we’re going to.”

You scowl at her and look down at what you’re wearing. “It doesn’t even come that far above my knees,” you laugh. “Why are you being such a prude?”

“It’s a bit tight,” you dad grumbles. “What’s wrong with that pants outfit?”

Roger won’t have easy access if I wear pants, is what you want to say. Of course, that’s not what you actually say. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with what I’m wearing,” you laugh. “I’ll just stay home if this is a problem.”

“Please, no dramatics tonight,” your mom groans. “Let’s just go before we’re late and ruin the surprise.”

“Yes,” you say. “Can’t ruin Mrs. Garland’s birthday.”

When you walk into the party with your parents, your eyes immediately start to scan the room trying to find him, but you see everyone else you don’t want to see. You see the Wards, including Danny. You see other familiar faces, but you don’t see Roger, and your heart starts to sink. When you notice Danny walking over to you, you quickly make your way to the bar, hoping he’ll turn away.

“You’re looking especially lovely tonight,” you hear a familiar, soothing voice say from behind you. “That skirt really accentuates your…”

“Hey, Y/N,” Danny calls out before the voice can finish his statement. “How are you?” Fuck you, Danny, you grumble to yourself. “Ah, Mr. Taylor. Nice to see you again.”

After they shake hands and you smile, Danny starts to regale you with some story about something you don’t even know about, because, as usual, when Roger is around you, nothing and no one else exists. “How was Cornwall?” you ask him – Roger, not Danny who you forgot was even there. “I heard you were there for a few days.”

“It was nice, as always,” he smiles. “Next time we go you should come with us.”

Danny finally gets the hint and walks away, somewhat defeated if the expression on his face is any indication as to how he’s feeling. After making sure no other ears are nearby, you give Roger a fake pout mixed with a smirk. “I’ve missed you, Daddy,” you whisper. “I wore this skirt for you.”

“I’ve missed you too, precious,” he whispers. “And I am a big fan of the skirt. We’ll have to get you more like that.” Your mom starts to wave you over to her and you roll your eyes, and he immediately notices your demeanor change. “Is everything okay, Y/N?”

You shake your head no and try to force a smile. “It’s been a rough week,” you whisper. “Nothing unusual, really. We had a big argument and it’s just been super tense at home.”

“I told you, don’t let them…”

“It’s easy to say when you’re not the one hearing it constantly,” you snip before toning it down. “It makes it harder when I don’t have anyone to vent to.”

“You know I’m always here,” he tells you.

“You are, unless you’re not, which you weren’t,” you say with a smile, trying to hide your upset. “It’s not your fault. You have a…”

You stop your sentence because you see her walking up. Her. The person who is slowly becoming the bane of your existence. Her, the one he goes home to after he sees you. Her, the one who is standing next to him and giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Hey, Y/N, how are you?” You’re trying not to let your jealousy peek through. You smile, hoping it doesn’t look too fake. “Get me a drink, will you, love?” she asks Roger, who clearly doesn’t want to, but he excuses himself anyway. “I love that man,” she beams. “I hope one day you find someone like him.” Oh, you have. You’ve found one just like him. “You know we’ve been together for 15 years and he’s still every bit romantic as he always was.”

You try to keep hiding your jealousy. You try to keep smiling and seem happy for her when you tell her she’s a lucky woman, and you hope she’s buying it. Thankfully, she becomes distracted by someone else and walks away, and you’re relieved. You don’t like her. It’s not just because of the jealousy knowing she gets to sleep next to Roger every night. She’s not a person you would like regardless. She’s pretentious. She’s snobby. She’s condescending. You can’t stand her. And watching her flounce around all night is really, really annoying.

You’ve made a point to stay away from your parents, having to deal with the incessant tension at home. Tonight you wanted to forget about all of it. The only problem is that the person you want to forget it with is on the other side of the room and he’s been there all night, except for the few minutes earlier that he wasn’t. You were watching him. He was watching you, too. Neither one of you sure how to or if you even should make a move. Sneak off. Disappear. Anything. You need him. Not sexually, although you wouldn’t complain one bit. You need to talk to him. You need to vent. You at least need a hug. He knows. He could sense your tension before you were interrupted earlier. So when you walk past him to head to the restroom, he silently counts to 100 then tries to follow you, but he is stopped by your father who ropes him into a conversation.

You waited as long as you could and storm out of the bathroom, frustrated that he didn’t show. When you walk out, the first person you see is your mom, and she calls you over to the table. “Come socialize,” she says as you sit down. You do so begrudgingly, since she’s at the table.

“So finish telling us,” Mrs. Ward says as she turns to her. “Peter has lost all sense of romance and I want to live vicariously through you.”

“Well, as I was saying, it was a terribly stressful week, and we had such an argument the night before because he’s seemed so distracted lately…” You had to chuckle to yourself because he was absolutely distracted – with you. And she had no idea. “… and when I walked into the bathroom he had the bath already drawn, a trail of rose petals leading the way. And two glasses of champagne ready, candles lit. It was perfect.” You glance up and see him standing off to the side with the men and you glare at him. He smiles, not knowing what’s going on, but your glare doesn’t stop. You’re angry. You needed him that night. That’s the night you called him because you needed to talk to him, and he wasn’t there for you. He said he was busy, he couldn’t talk – and you understood. But now? He blew you off. For her. He turns his back so you’ll stop looking at him, and that angers you even more. “… and the next day on the way to Cornwall he couldn’t keep his hands off me.”

You stand up and go find Danny. You don’t want anything from him except a ride home. That’s all. And that’s what he gives you. But Roger doesn’t know that. He sees you walking out with Danny’s hand on your back. You don’t care. You want him to see you. That’s why before you walk out, you look over your shoulder and smirk at him, because two can play this stupid game.

“You always need to have something in your mouth, don’t you?” he laughs as he sits next to you on the park bench, the place the two of you clandestinely meet every morning he’s available. “Stop smoking. It’s not healthy.”

“Is this some new rule?” you ask as you roll your eyes.

He looks at you a bit perturbed and his tone lets you know. “Yes, it’s a new rule. Number five. Take care of yourself,” he says as he grabs the cigarette out of your mouth and throws it to the ground.

“Yes, Daddy,” you snip and roll your eyes.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” he fusses. “You eat healthy, you jog every morning, and then you smoke?”

You turn and look at him and muster up every ounce of sarcasm you can. “Gives me something to suck on when I can’t have your cock in my mouth.”

“Why the fucking attitude, Y/N?”

“Because I’m fucking tired, Roger.”

“I don’t care if you’re tired. You won’t get that attitude with me. I didn’t do anything to you.”

“No, you didn’t,” you chuff. “That’s the problem.” He looks at you, confused by this sudden attitude. “I heard all about the champagne and rose petals in the tub last week.” You want to cry, but you hold back every bit of emotion except for this angry attitude you’re giving him right now. “I needed you but you were too busy.”

“Are you jealous?” he chuckles. “My sweet girl is jealous?”

“I could go find somebody who won’t ever be too busy for me, you know.”

“You could. But you won’t.”

“Try me.”

“You won’t.” He rubs his hand on your thigh and stares into your eyes with a smirk. “Because you’re mine.”

“Who said I’m yours?”

He laughs and taps your knees, and you reflexively spread your legs. He looks around and makes sure no one is in eyesight before he puts his hands down the front of your shorts and presses against you with his fingers. “Don’t even try to deny it. I know you’re mine. Look how wet you get for me.” He sticks two fingers inside you and chuckles. “I didn’t even have to tell you to spread your legs. You did it without being told.”

“Please, Roger,” you groan. “Don’t...”

“I don’t even have to tell you to beg. You just do it. All without being told.” He pulls his hand out and sucks your juices off of his fingers. “I own you, baby.”

You softly bite your bottom lip and stare at his mouth. “Yeah,” you whisper. “You do.” He absolutely does. For the past month he’s owned you. Ever since that first day in your bedroom when he made you cum three more times before he went home. He completely owns you.

“What did you need me for?” he asks.

“I needed to talk,” you smile sadly. “Hear your voice. Hear you tell me that everything’s going to be okay, even if it won’t.” You love hearing his voice. It soothes you. It comforts you. You’re oddly attached to it.

He puts his arm on the back of the bench and rubs on your back. “We’re going into London tonight.” He wasn’t asking. He was commanding. And it wasn’t in the usual joking way. “I know you don’t work tonight so there’s no excuse you can possibly give me as to why you can’t.” You start to talk, but he holds a finger over your mouth. “No one will know. Just you, me and Jerry.”

“Who the fuck is Jerry?” you laugh.

“My driver,” he says. “And watch your mouth.”

“Why do you have a driver?”

“Because I like to drink over dinner.” After making sure there’s still no one around, he gives you a quick kiss. “Wear that green dress. And the black bra and panties I got for you that you haven’t had the chance to wear yet.” He stands up from the bench and rubs his finger down your cheek. “And keep your hair down.” He starts to walk away, but quickly turns back around. “And those black heels. You know the ones I like.”

“Roger?” you call out.

“Jerry will pick you up at 6. We have reservations for 7:30 so we can’t be late.”

He was quiet on the car ride to the restaurant. He didn’t even sit next to you. You wondered why you were even there, but you didn’t ask. When you tried to talk to him he ignored you and stared out of the window instead.

He wasn’t talkative during dinner, either. In fact, the only time you heard him speak was when he was ordering the food - for the both of you, which you found quite irritating, especially since he didn’t order anything you would have chosen. But you said nothing, because you knew it would be a lost cause anyway, and you were happy that he was at least acknowledging your presence, even if he wasn’t speaking to you. You didn’t want the wine with your dinner, but you drank it anyway. You didn’t want dessert, but you ate it anyway.

When dinner is finally finished and you walk outside, the driver is standing by the car and graciously opens the door for the two of you to get in. As you’re getting comfortable, you hear Roger tell Jerry to not go back home.

“We’re not going home?” you ask as the door closes.

“No,” he says, finally speaking to you. “We’ve more important things to do.”

“We do?” you ask sarcastically, feigning astonishment.

“Oh, yes,” he growls in your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “We do.”

You gasp at the sudden sting, your faces only inches apart and your breathing begins to quicken. This is new. His other hand slips under your dress and finds its way to your panties in no time.

“No!” you whisper in his ear. “The driver is right there. He can see us! Please!”

“You better stay still and be very quiet, then,” he quietly tells you. “You don't want Jerry to find out how much of a slut you really are, do you?”

You close your eyes and shake your head in response. His fingers press against your pussy through the lace fabric and rubs your swollen clit at an excruciatingly slow pace. You dig your nails into his forearm and bite on your lower lip while he keeps rubbing and teasing you.

“You’re mine, baby girl,” he growls. “Mind, body and soul.” He bites your earlobe and makes you jump. “I will have you whenever, wherever and however I want. You know this.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper.

“What rule is that?”

“Two. Rule number two,” you gasp. This isn’t what you wanted when you decided to start playing your game with him. You never thought you’d be so turned on by the idea of being used for someone else's pleasure, but just thinking about it has your pussy soaking wet. All you want right now is to be treated like Daddy’s little slut. He keeps touching you and your body squirms in a great discomfort.

“Your own needs are to be forgotten, understand?” he aggressively whispers into your ear, and you nod in response. “The only desire you will ever have from now on is to satisfy my every need. Every. Fucking. Need, Y/N.” He owns you. You repeat those words over and over in your head and a quiet moan escapes your lips. “Look how wet you get for me. Why is that, baby girl?”

“Because you own me, Daddy,” you whisper.

He takes his hand from underneath your skirt and tells you to straighten yourself up. When you snap out of your daze, you realize that the car is parked in front of a townhouse. You quickly close your legs and smooth down your dress, and rake your fingers through your hair while you clear your throat. Jerry is already standing by the door and opens it for you. You smile at him but avoid eye contact, probably looking guilty as hell. You find your way out of the car and Roger follows behind. As he thanks the driver, you stare down at the sidewalk like it’s the most fascinating thing you’d ever seen. When Roger walks up the steps and through the door, you scurry by his side, never lifting your eyes from the ground.

When you get inside, you look up and see him standing there smiling at you. “You seem to find me really entertaining,” you smirk.

“Not entertaining,” he softly replies. “Adorable.” He grabs your waist and pulls you close to him. “Fucking adorable,” he says, still smiling.

You reflexively giggle and look at him playfully. “What’s so adorable?”

He runs the backs of his fingers on your cheek and nonchalantly responds. “It's almost as if you have no idea what kinds of shameful shit I'm going to make you do tonight.” He runs his fingers softly through your hair and brings your chin up, piercing into your core with his stare. “Perhaps you really are unaware, but it is cute nonetheless.” He gently kisses your forehead and chuckles at your tension he’s sensing. “Relax, sweetheart,” he says in a loving tone. “You’re getting exactly what you deserve tonight.”

Roger walks away and takes a seat on his couch and signals for you to sit next to him. You comply, of course, without saying a word. He looks at you seated so close to him with your legs crossed, and places one firm hand on your thigh while the other gently strokes your cheek.

“I was not happy with your attitude this morning, baby,” he says. “So don't think for one second I'll go easy on you.” You nod at his words like a good girl does when she’s being scolded. His hand wraps carefully in your hair and draws you closer to him. “Look at me,” he commands. You lift your eyes and stare into his icy blue eyes that give away no clues as to what he might be thinking.

Roger leans in and kisses you, your tongue melting into his as you enjoy the tender, yet firm, touch of his hand on your thigh. His hand slowly travels up your body and caresses your breast. You want more, and you start thrusting your body toward his, longing for more of his touch. He must feel how desperate you are for him, because he stops, his hand still tangled in your hair.

“What are you?” he asked, jerking your head back.

You answer without hesitation. “Your baby girl.” He tugs harder on your hair and repeats his question. You quickly realize your mistake and sound very desperate when you try to fix it. “I’m your little slut, Daddy.”

“No more fuckups, Y/N,” he firmly states. “They might have been cute at first, but it’s been a month and I expect more of you. I expect perfection. Do you understand?”

"Yes, Daddy,” you answer with a shaken voice. He releases your hair and nods once, pleased with your obedience.

He points to his bedroom. “Go wait in there for me,” he orders you, and respond with a nod, quickly standing up and walking to the door.

Before you walk in, you stop and turn to him. “Should I undress?"

He sighs and glares at you, clearly irritated by your question. “What did I tell you?” You nod frantically and look down, and quickly make your way to the bedroom.

You sit on the bed and patiently wait for him for a few seconds before it occurs to you that he didn’t tell you to sit, so you quickly jump off the bed and stand quietly next to it, staring at your feet. You’re not standing by the bed for long when Roger walks in the room having already taken off his jacket and tie. He walks over to you slowly and your throat dries in anticipation. He slides his palms around your hips and looks at you with a smile, his touch less stern than before. He moves a hand to the zipper on the back of dress at the slowly unzips it, undressing you like he would unwrap a candy bar. When it falls to the ground, you step out of it and he carelessly kicks it to the side.

He takes a step back and gazes over you wearing only your black lace thong and a matching bra, and you notice a hint of appreciation on his face. “You’ll keep your heels on,” he orders.

“Yes, Daddy,” you respond in a seductive tone, emboldened by the confidence you gained from his impressed stare.

He moves close to you again and with one hand he unhooks your bra and tossed it aside on top of your dress. He pulls you closer and brings your lips to meet his, kissing you passionately and fiercely. You feel his stiffening cock against your body through his pants and his shirt rubs against your naked breasts, causing your nipples to instantly harden. With your body pressed against him and his arms completely surrounding you, you feel wonderfully imprisoned. You don’t want to escape.

He kisses his way up your neck, enjoying your faint moans, while his fingers squeeze your breasts and toy teasingly with your erect nipples. The demanding touch of his lips and hands on your skin causes you to shiver, and you sigh deeply at the contact. Your pussy is dripping wet with your juices. You can feel the wetness between your legs growing every second.

Roger brings his lips to your ears. “You're not going to need it, but the safeword is green. Remember it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimper.

“What's the safeword, baby girl?” he asks.

“Green, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he whispers, and you feel a slight smile on his lips against your neck.

He continues to savor your skin and your body continues to shudder in response. He cups your ass with both hands and gives it a hard squeeze before giving it a sudden, sharp slap. You yelp and jump slightly at the shock. He savagely yanks your thong down, completely exposing your pussy before him. You obey his unspoken order and kick the thong away while his hands still fondle and massage your bare ass. He smacks your cheeks one more time, but this time your yelp is mixed with a very distinct moan.

“Open your legs, you needy slut,” he whispers harshly in your ear.

“Yes, Daddy,” you quietly mumble.

His fingers part your lips and tactfully start exploring your wet pussy. Your palms rest on his shoulders and his arm wraps around your lower back for much needed support. You grind yourself against his fingers and groan in pleasure, or perhaps in frustration – maybe both. Your need for release is growing and you can’t suppress it any longer, but you’re not naïve enough to think he’ll give it to you easily. He never has before.

“Mmm yes, Daddy,” you moan extra seductively, sounding just like the slut he’s training you to be. Perhaps Daddy will let you cum if you show him you’re learning, you think.

But Roger stops rubbing and gives your clit a slap, causing you to cry out in pain. He shoves his drenched fingers into your mouth while his other hand yanks at your hair, forcing you to look straight into his eyes. “Don't try to play your games with Daddy anymore, princess,” he assertively but calmly tells you. The faded smile on his face is almost menacing, and you instantly regret what you’ve done. You can’t speak with his fingers in your mouth, so you respond by nodding and hope he can see the apologies in your eyes.

He removes his fingers and, with the hand that is latched in your hair, forces you down to your knees beside the bed. He sits on the mattress and unbuttons his shirt before taking it off. “I'm sorry, Daddy,” you whisper.

“I'm sure you are, baby,” he sighs. “But now it's time to show me how sorry you are.”

You look at his hard cock beneath his pants and then back at him for confirmation. A nod was all you needed before you eagerly start to undo his belt and his pants. After sliding his pants and boxers off, you stare yearningly at his cock and enthusiastically open your mouth to take him. All of a sudden, you’re met with an unexpected slap across your face that knocks you away. Tears form in your eyes. You don’t know if it’s the humiliation or the pain that’s making you cry. “I'm sorry, Daddy,” you say once more, sniffling and trying desperately to hold back your tears. You know exactly what that slap was for.

“I know you are, baby,” he says gently. “But your apology doesn't undo what you did, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nod and look into his eyes.

He puts his hand behind your head and gently pushes your face close to his cock. You immediately grip it and open your mouth to take him in and at least try to redeem yourself. Before you can, your head is yanked back painfully and suddenly.

“I wasn't finished, sweetheart,” he says. “Beg for it first.”

“Please let me suck your cock, Daddy,” you beg. “I know I've been a bad girl but please give me the chance to make it up to you.”

“And why should I?” he asks, his stare cold and nearly penetrating you.

“Because I want to make you happy, Daddy.” You look up at him and almost cry. “Please. I'll be good.”

He smiles and softly strokes your cheek. “Alright, baby. Take my cock like the angel you are.”

Your lips wrap around his girth as you run your tongue up and down his length to tease him before pulling him out. You stroke his shaft, easily gliding along his length after you lubricated it, all while you lick and suck on his balls. He’s enjoying it – you can tell – but he’s growing impatient. You take all of him between your lips and begin to suck and lick slowly, teasing him some more, sliding his rock-solid cock in and out of your mouth, looking up at him playfully with an innocent look in your eyes as she deliberately take your sweet time.

“You little slut,” he hisses furiously, and he grabs the sides of your head, thrusting his cock deep down your throat.

He watches you struggle as you drag your nails across his thighs, and when you look up you see his lips stretched ever so slightly to form a wicked smile. You gag and choke to the point where tears began to run down your face before he decides to allow you to catch your breath. But before you even know what hit you, knew what hit you, Roger forces himself down your throat again. You’re enjoying every second of his furious throat fucking because you know it’s driving him crazy.

After several long minutes, he lets out a moan under his teeth and his pace starts to quicken before he buries his cock deep in your throat and holds it there. Loads of hot cum pump out as he groans, and you continue to suck every last drop of it out of him. His hands hold your head tightly in place as he enjoys his long, intense orgasm. When he looks down at his little slut, he watches you use her fingers to scoop the drops that landed on your chin. You eagerly sucked on you cum-soaked fingers before grabbing his cock and licking it clean.

You looked up at him excitedly with your eyes wide open hoping you had done a good enough job to earn his appreciation, or at least his forgiveness. He sighs and looks at you, but his face is flatly neutral.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he says. You climb onto the bed and straddle him in compliance with his orders. His fingertips glide against your skin and his lips touch yours. “Good girl,” he says gently.

You study his face, but it’s completely indecipherable. “Thank you, Daddy,” you moaned into his ear.

You feel his still erect cock against your wet pussy as you straddled him and gradually start to rock against it at an excruciatingly slow pace, unsure of whether to tease yourself or him. Your pussy is aching for him and you craved release more than anything. Roger is looking at you sternly waiting to see if you’d dare to do more than grind against him. You keep torturing yourself before your need got the best of you, and you decide you have to do something.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” you plead softly, sliding your palms up his chest to his shoulders. “I need your cock more than anything. Please, Daddy.”

He’s quite visibly aroused by the contrast of the innocence in your tone and the filthy words that came out of your mouth. He loves hearing you beg for a good fucking. Any willpower he had to make you wait vanished. He grabs you by the hips and brutally pushes his fingers into your skin as he slowly lowers you down to him. Your eyes grow wide and you let out a loud gasp, your fingers tighten around his shoulders as you push yourself further on his cock. He slowly bounces you on his rigid manhood, every moan or cry you making him grow harder and harder as he fucks his little slut and watches you wriggle. You hold on to him for several minutes before he realizes that you have control over the pace.

“Enough!” he yells, stopping you with just one word.

You look at him imploringly and pout, your hands still on his shoulders. You can't bear the thought of him pulling out, not now. Not when you’re so damn close.

“Daddy,” you plead. “Please. I need your cock.”

“You'll get it, baby,” he responds, patting your hair as you still straddle him. “Daddy's gonna give you everything you need.”

Without warning, he pushes you off his lap and you land right next to him on your side. With one arm, he lifts your hips off the bed until you’re on your knees. He grabs a fist full of you hair while his other hand gives you ass a loud, painful smack, and you shriek in response. He pushes your head into the mattress and suddenly penetrates you deeply. You cry out in pain and your fists clench the sheets. “Hands behind your back, princess. Now,” he growls as he aggressively pounds you from behind.

You manage to utter a shaky “yes, Daddy” in between screams and you put your hands behind your back as he ordered. He loves the sight of his little slut, ass up in the air, wrists bound by imaginary restraints and face buried down into the mattress. Your legs are wide open, completely exposing yourself to him, your high heels still on your feet. His assault on your pussy continues even through your pointless efforts of begging him to stop. Whenever you weren't screaming loud enough for him, he would spank you multiple times in a row until your cheeks were red and burning.

The fist balled in your hair pull you up until your back is against his chest. He brings you close enough for him to whisper in your ear, but before he can say anything, you hesitantly begin to speak. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, tears running down your face. “I-It really hurts.”

“Aww, princess,” he whispers in your ear. “That's too bad.”

You had never experienced such pain before, but to your surprise, you feel an orgasm slowly and surely building up within you. His hand finds its way to your pussy and you gasp loudly at the unexpected coolness of his fingers. He strokes around your clit in circles and your screams get louder. You’ve now gotten to a point where your physical need to cum exceeds anything else you’re feeling.

“Daddy?” you moan, arching your back against his body.

“Yes, slut?” he asks, still viciously hammering away at your pussy.

“I really need to cum,” you whine, your body trembling as well as your voice. “Please, Daddy.”

“You wanna cum for Daddy, princess?” he mutters patronizingly in your ear. “You wanna be fucked even harder?”

“Yes!” you yell out. “Please, Daddy!”

Roger pushes your head back into the mattress and continues the torment. With every cry, you’re unknowingly bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He knows you better than you know yourself. He knows that your deepest, most sincere desire was to give up ownership of your body to him. With every second that passes, it only grows clearer how much the thought arouses you. He gives your pussy a sharp spank and you cry out in again. Your body is quivering. “Aww,” he chuckles as his fingers graze your wetness. “You really want to cum for Daddy, don't you baby?”

“Please,” you whimper. “I can't...”

He feels a second orgasm building inside him and starts stroking your clit once again, his fingers being met with furious grinding and obscenely loud moans. Your quest to find relief continues until it’s interrupted by his much-anticipated words. “Cum for Daddy,” he commands.

You didn’t need more than a split second to comply. Ecstasy flows through your trembling body as you cry out in an odd mix of pleasure and pain. At the same time, Roger releases his hot cum inside the warmth of your pussy. Listening to your screams, he groans and his fist tightens around your hair. His pleasure shoots through his cock and he feels you contract and convulse around him, milking out load after load of his semen.

Your body is drained but you remained in the same position until he tells you to rest, and you collapsed entirely on the bed. You catch your breath while processing everything that just happened.

The sight of you brings a smile to his face and he runs his hand across your thigh softly until his hand finds its way to your foot, and he gently removes one uncomfortable shoe after the other, tossing them to the floor. You look up at him, still a misty-eyed, and he pulls you in his arms and gives you a quick kiss. He holds you, running his fingers through your hair, giving your sporadic, soft forehead kisses. You legs rest over his and you start to close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

You sigh, clearly fatigued. “Tired,” you giggle. “Euphoric. Oddly safe. Just to name a few.”

“Good,” he laughs.

“Was I a good girl?” you ask sleepily with your eyes closed.

“The best,” he whispers, and you grin proudly.

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 29 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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written 2007

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“Kurin and I were playmates when we were young,” Silor began earnestly. “We didn’t know what Cat was back then. She was just someone who was always there. Cat knew lots of good stories about the First Ships. That’s where it started. Kurin started asking for more stories and Cat started teaching her apart from the rest of us.

“One night, Kurin’s father died. He was only twenty nine or thirty. Kurin found him. Within a short time, her mother went raving mad, then ceased to move or do anything. She’s still like that. Afterwards, Kurin and Cat, the Dragon, became inseparable. I think that her parents were a test of Kurin by the Dragon but I’ll never know for sure.

“A little after that, Kurin beat me out of the boat-shop apprenticeship under Master Juris. I was two Gatherings older and considered likely for the job. Then, without any explanation, no other Craft on the Longin would have me either. Her influence was spreading.

“To be fair, I never heard of Cat doing anything evil. She wasn’t human, so she may not have realized what kind of person she was teaching.

“I became a deck-hand. I was a good one. In only one and a half Gatherings I was made lead deck-hand, the youngest ever on the Longin. Ask anyone, I was well-thought-of, maybe officer material in a few more Gatherings.

“I admit that I fell asleep on watch. It was only a nap, and I was on duty in the hold. How much trouble was that? I’ll tell you. They stripped me of my lead deck-hand job! Only three of her lousy crabs died, and they broke me for it!

“Later, I was in a class,” Silor paused, torn between ingrained loyalty and his tale. “I can’t tell you what the class was about. That’s Ship’s Business. The important thing is this. She was in the class, too. Captain Mord told me that I was doing well and then threw me out of the class.”

Huh, she thought, hearing this out, If he believes what he’s saying there’s enough emptiness in his head to make a good float out of it. I’ve heard some of these tales from other sources. It’s obvious that he’s left out more than he’s told. “Ye make a start on yer case but i’ t’is come up in t’e Arrakan fleet, ye’d lose. Oi need more proof. Especially about t’e fleet bein’ under ‘er control. Ye’ve nae even addressed t’at.”

“Tanlin, love, I can attest to at least some of what he says. He first brought the matter to my attention five Gatherings ago, as a lad of nine. Since then I have watched the surreptitious machinations of Kurin. She does far more than make toys!”

“Oi fail t’ see ‘t, Barad, m’ luve. T’e fleet dinnae revolve about ‘er. She commands nane, nae is she any but kind.”

Silor started to rise up in protest but Barad waved him down. “That is true. She is far too clever to put herself in so exposed a position. Why should she take risks when others will do so for her without even knowing that they serve her? She has real power — — and no need for the trappings of power.”

He appeared to be hit by inspiration. “Stand up, Silor!”

Mystified, Silor did so.

“There you are, Tanlin, the proof stands before you.”

“Oi’m now confused. Enlighten m’.”

“Why was he exiled?”

“‘E slept on wotch, w’ich ‘e admits, an’ gave away Ship’s Business.”

“What business did he give away? I’ll tell you. He told amusing stories about their crabbing venture, which I grant is a main business for them. The deadly revelation? That they had special nets for crabs and knew where to find them. Both are obvious to anyone who thinks for ten seconds.”

“Oi’m beginnin’ t’ see. T’is wa’ a mere pretext.”

“Exactly. Once he was ejected from the Longin, his credentials should have gotten him an immediate berth on almost any ship in the fleet. It didn’t happen.

“I was at the Captains’ Council. Everyone agreed, even the Longin, that he had done nothing to die for but no ship would save him. And they agreed that he was worth saving. Thus, exile. She rid herself of a nuisance, and no blood shed, nor clue that it was even her doing — — unless one looks at the whole unlikely chain of events.”

“Wy’d ye nae just take ‘im up t’en, like so many ot’ers ye’ve ‘elped?”

“Yes,” said Silor. “Why did you let me be sent away?”

“Safety,” said Barad solemnly. “Yours and mine. You opposed her openly and she determined to have you removed. That is why the others would not help you.

“What would have happened to your only refuge if I had opposed her will by taking you openly? I play the part of buffoon, many laugh at this ship and myself. Let them. It keeps her from taking us seriously. That is the only safety that there is.”

“Now Oi see ‘t. Wye wa’ ‘t so ‘ard t’ see?” You do play well to his madness, Barad. I would not have tried to turn this one to a tool. I must learn what you plan to do. This one is dangerous.

Solemnly Barad said, “This is why only she, of all who claim to be Dragon-witches, is dangerous. She never owns-up to her power. She never claims it. She just uses it, hidden from all.”

There was a discrete rap at the door. They all quieted at once. Barad went and opened it a narrow slit. A whispered conversation followed.

“That was the watch officer. We need to go up on deck.”

As they were going up the companion-ladder to the deck, Barad asked casually, “Have you ever seen your boat before?”

“Yes,” said Silor tightly. “In the Longin’s boat-shop.”

“Master Juris must have been pleased with it.”

“He was but he didn’t build it …” A look of fear washed across Silor’s face as the realization hit. “Kurin did. It was her journeyman’s submission piece.” He ran to the rail. “Where is it? Where’s the boat?”

“I’m Officer of the Watch, Theld Elon, Sir. Boat’s at the end of its line.” The line went down into the water, drawn tight and pulled back at an angle by the Grandalor’s speed. “Went down sudden a few minutes ago.”

Tanlin looked calmly over the side. “‘T appears t’at we almost missed pickin’ ye up. Oi wonder ‘ow t’is ‘appened?” How did you do this, you old dragon? What a touch! I would never have thought of this!

“Mister Theld, heave to,” ordered Captain Barad with quiet authority. “Get a diver on deck now! We need to secure that boat for lifting. With the water in her she’ll be heavy when she breaches the surface.”

Theld set to issuing orders, and the tocsin began its tattoo of command, bringing the watch to deck. A diver, roused from her bunk, came up still yawning and stretching. A pair of ungainly looking flat things were hung over her shoulder.

“What’s the problem, Captain?”

“We need to retrieve the boat that’s on the end of this line.”

Without any question as to why or if it were urgent, the diver got straight to business.

“What kind of boat is it and how big?”

“Day-sailer. About twenty five feet long, loaded for a month’s voyage.” Captain Barad looked for confirmation to Silor, who nodded.

“How long is this line?” She had stripped, leaving only a pair of tight fitting shorts. Sitting on the deck, she began strapping the flat things onto her feet. She tied her hair into a tight bun.

“About forty feet.”

“OK, I’ll need two fifty foot, number three cables. Attach the first one to the cargo block of the heavy crane. Get the portable crane over here and secure it to the mizzen mast. Put the other cable onto its cargo block.”

There was a lull for Captain Barad, Tanlin and Silor, as the watch crew prepared things to the diver’s satisfaction.

“What are those things on her feet?” Silor asked.

“Arrakan diver’s flips,” Tanlin answered. “Our divers ‘ave used t’em for Gat’erings past remembering.”

“I thought that you lost your memory,” said Silor curiously. “Did it come back?” At her look of distress and Barad’s of rage, he feared that he had made a serious mistake.

“Nae, Luve. Donnae ‘old ‘t against ‘im.” She was biting back tears. The more I do this the easier it is to forget that it’s an act. “Ye cannae protect m’ from t’e world forever, an’ Oi must learn t’ cope wit’ ‘t.” She turned to Silor. “Tis like t’is. Oi lost only ane t’ing from m’ memory. People. M’sel’ an’ eveyane t’at Oi’ve ever known, until Oi awoke t’ t’e Orca song.

“Oi can draw ye t’e plan an’ lines o’ ever’ ship Oi‘ve lived on. Oi know all t’at Oi used t’ know. Oi ‘ave t’e ’ule Arrakan fleet, ‘ts laws, customs, navigation, ever’t’in’s ‘ere,” she tapped her temple. “But t’ere’s nae ane person t’ere! Nae even m’sel’! Tis worse t’an ghosts. Tis utterly empty an’ never stops ‘urting, unless Oi can focus on somet’in’ new.

“Barad’s precious t’ m’ because ‘e keeps m’ safe at night. ‘E ‘olds m’ an’ keeps t’e emptiness inside from swallowin’ m’.” Strange, but that’s nearly true. Even if what we did was wrong, what’s done is done. We were married before the whole Naral fleet by Arrakan law and, as it was accepted, it’s now legal by the Third Great Law. I’m being treated like a partner and friend as a wife should be.

“I’m sorry,” said Silor sincerely. “I have some idea of what you must feel. I’ve lost my ship, too. Also, my fleet, all that made home for me. They’re gone but I remember everything and everyone. It hurts.”

“Oi donnae t’ink Oi’d like t’ trade places wit’ ye, Silor.” My act is sailing closer and closer to reality. Your madness is driving you ever further onto dry land.

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Due to the amount of interest generated and the expected number of applications, we’ve come up with a way to maximize the amount of contributors that will be accepted.

Essentially, accepted contributors will be sorted into two categories: physical content, and digital-exclusive content. Those placed in the first category will be, in mod opinions, best-fitted for the zine. Those in the second category will also be amongst our top picks for the zine, but ones that we currently don’t have space for in the physical book. Thus, the digital PDF of the zine will be twice as large as the physical, with contributors from both categories. And, if we meet a certain stretch goal of orders or funds raised, we will then move digital-exclusive content to the physical book, thereby expanding it into a much larger zine.

Additionally, we’ll be accepting several “pinch-hitters,” who aren’t guaranteed a spot in the zine but may be contacted if accepted contributors drop out of the project for any reason. Consider it a wait-list of sorts.

BREAKDOWN

PHYSICAL:

This many contributors will be featured in the physical book + merchandise.

12-15 writers

17-20 artists

3 guest artists

2 guest writers

5 merch artists

DIGITAL-ONLY:

These contributors will only be present in the digital version alongside our previous physical selections. They will be added to the physical book if a stretch goal is met.

8-10 writers

10-12 artists

PINCH HITTERS:

These contributors will be selected as possible replacements if any of the previous contributors drop out.

10 writers

10 artists

So that’s our current summary of the project details discussed so far! We hope this clears up a lot of questions about how the project will be run, and how the final zine will be created and printed.

Coming soon: Mod Introductions, FAQ, and Application Information!

Meanwhile, please reblog and spread the word about this upcoming project! Thank you <3

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atc74 · 5 years

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To Become a Sub - Part 3

Square(s) Filled: Orgasm Denial for @spnkinkbingo

Warnings: Dom!Sam, Sub!reader, name calling, d/s dynamics, edging, orgasm denial, use of a sex toy,

Summary: Her first scene is complete, but what does Sam have in store for her next?

Pairing: Dom!Sam x Sub!Reader

Word Count: 1750

Written for: @spnkinkbingo

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, who, in her own words, had this to say: “Good lord, that was INCREDIBLE. Out of your comfort zone is amazing!!” RIP my friend. Love you six feet under and back, until you rise again...

A/N: The third and final (I’m serious this time) To Become a Sub and To Become a Sub Part 2. Written from Sam’s POV. My apologies if any aspect of this is inaccurate to the lifestyle.

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“Yes, sir.”

I admired Y/N from the open doorway. She was stunning in every way and stronger than any woman I had ever met. It gave me pause for what I had planned for us. I slowly closed the door behind me, shedding my clothes as I walked toward her waiting on my bed. Down to just my boxers, I placed my hands at the base of her neck, gently massaging the muscle I knew must be sore. “Lay down on your stomach.”

Y/N stretched her nude body out across the bed and I followed, laying my head close to hers as I used one hand to continue to knead her sore neck. “You did so good for me, Y/N. I know it’s just one scene but I think it’s enough for today. If this is going to work, there has to be give and take. I want to give you as much as you give me. I might be your Dom, but I’m not an asshole.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She turned her head to smile at me and I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers in a soft, sweet kiss.

“You don’t need to call me Sir when we’re just being us. I want you to be as comfortable as possible at all times,” I reassured her.

“Thank you, Sam.” She sighed, feeling the tension release from her muscles.

“Flip to your back for me, please?” I asked, switching positions. I sat cross legged at her head and rubbed soothing circles at the base of her jaw. “Better?”

“Mhhhm, yes, Sam,” she moaned, the sound going straight to my dick.

“Be careful, baby. Those sounds you make get me going,” I responded, leaning down to kiss her.

“I want to make you happy, Sam,” she stated simply, breaking the kiss.

“You already do, Y/N,” I told her.

“My body is for your pleasure, Sam. I want to pleasure you and be pleasured by you. I trust you not to hurt me and I’m serious about my commitment to this lifestyle with you. If you don’t want to again tonight, that’s okay, but I want you to know I’m ready,” Y/N spoke and I heard the conviction in her voice.

“Are you sure?” I asked again, even though I believed her. This is what I wanted with her, from her, but I didn’t want to push her too far all at once. I knew from past experience with a new submissive I had to ease them into my space instead of pushing. It was for the best, for both of us.

I watched as she got to her knees, bowing her head once more and placing her hands behind her back. “Yes, Sir.”

“From now on, you are mine. Your body is mine to do what I want, whenever I want it. Do you understand?” My voice commanding, I stood and towered over her.

“Yes, sir.”

“Get on all fours and show me what’s mine.” I moved to the foot of the bed as she settled. I admired her backside. The round, fleshy globes of her ass. The perfect crease that gave way to her pussy, lips glistening with her juices. I trailed one finger down her spine, along that crease and right into her wet and waiting hole. I used my other hand to knead the other cheek and added another finger. “It’s okay to voice your pleasure, little one. Let me know you like what I am doing to you.”

“Mhmm, it feels so good, Sir.” Y/N moaned and I added a third finger, twisting my wrist and stroking her just right. “Oh, mhmm, yes! Oh, Sir!”

I pulled my digits from her just as she was hitting her peak, a whimper escaping her plump lips. “Turn over.” I commanded, palming myself through the thin cotton. Her face was flushed and a sheen of sweat covered her perfectly naked flesh. I grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her down the bed until her ass was right at the edge of the mattress. I lowered my frame to the floor and parted her legs even further. I was close enough I could smell her arousal, just mere inches from the most perfect pussy I’ve seen. I ducked my head, tongue darting out to taste her. Just a flick of the thick muscle up her folds and I knew I would never want a taste of another woman.

Holding her thighs apart, I dove in, tasting her over and over. Her clit was swollen and I took my time there, nipping, licking, teasing, but only a sample of what I could really do to her.

“Please, Sir.” Her voice sounded wrecked already and I smirked.

“You’ve been such a good girl, little one. Good girls don’t beg. Good girls get to come. You do want to continue to be a good girl don’t you?” I murmured against her folds, knowing full well the vibrations may send her spiralling.

“Yes, Sir,” she cried, her fists clenching the sheets in a feeble attempt to hold on to something, anything.

“That’s a good girl. You’ll come when I tell you, not before. The first time you come for me as your master will be on my cock. This cunt belongs to me now. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” I praised her before returning to my task. I plunged two fingers deep within her core as I tortured her clit with my teeth.

“Oh God, Sir!” Her cries were getting louder and I could feel her tight cunt bearing down on my fingers, pulling them further inside of her. Another flutter and I pulled them from her. I placed gentle kisses to her inner thighs as I rose, trailing my fingers along her heated skin.

I went to my closet to retrieve a preferred toy. I quickly sanitized it at the tiny sink in my room before returning to her side. “Scoot up a bit. I want you to be comfortable. You’re doing so good for me. Just a little bit longer, okay, little one?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to leave you for a few minutes to get some water for you, but you won’t be alone. I got a friend to keep you company.” I slowly pressed the g-spot stimulator into her channel until it reached its target then hit the button, the vibrations running through her, breathy groans filling my room. “Don’t move and don’t come. Remember, you only come on my cock and only when I tell you to.”

“Yes, Sir.”

It wasn’t a long walk to the kitchen from my room, but I took my time. I gathered two bottles of water from the icebox and made the short walk back to the open door. She was an exquisite site, all spread out on my bed. From my vantage point I could see everything. Her legs wide, trembling with effort. Her skin, flushed and shiny with sweat. The thin vibrator pressed perfectly against her innermost pleasure point.

I re-entered the room and slid beside her on the bed, using my hand to adjust the vibrator a little, to a litany of moans falling from her open mouth. “Were you good, little one?”

“Yes, Sir. I didn’t come.” Her response was breathy, needy, and desperate to finish. Her eyes searched mine. “Sir, I’d like to give you pleasure.”

“You already are, good girl,” I praised her, my hand cupping her cheek as she nuzzled my palm.

I removed the vibrator from her sodden center, allowing her a moment to regain her composure, as I removed my boxers. I stroked myself while toying with her perfect tits. I wanted to push her to the edge, her pussy stuffed full of my cock, and be inside her when she fell from it.

I sat at the edge of the mattress and pulled her into my lap, her back flush to my chest, my cock sliding through wet dripping folds easily. “You gonna sit on my cock, like my good little cockslut?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m your cockslut, Sir,” she responded immediately, raising up on her knees. The fat head of my dick perched at her entrance, so wet and ready for me. I gripped her hips tightly, guiding her down slowly as I split her open.

“That’s it, little one. Taking my cock so good. This tight little cunt is mine, made just for me and my cock,” I grunted with the effort of holding myself back, keeping my thrusts even and slow.

“Yours, Sir,” she panted.

I snaked one hand around her front, pressing down on her clit with just enough pressure. Her walls bore down on me, clamping down on my dick and I knew she was at the edge. Her breath hitched and her nails dug into my thighs. I gave one final thrust, then lifted her off my length. We both groaned at the loss.

I rolled her to her back and slotted myself between her thighs, my dick already piercing her center and I pushed all the way roughly. I set a steady, but controlled pace, taking her in from above. I couldn’t wait to see her fall apart around me as she experienced the climax of the orgasm that I had been denying her for hours now. I gathered her slick and used it to glide my thumb over her clit. “Little one, are you ready to come all over my cock?” I grunted.

“Yes, Sir. If that's your pleasure, Sir.” Y/N mewled her reply.

Applying just enough pressure, I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head, her mouth agape, breaths coming fast. “Come.”

Her screams bounced off the cold tile and concrete when she exploded all over me, her tight pussy pulling me further into her body than I thought possible. I increased my pace, wanting to draw out another from her before I reached my own end. Her orgasm never wavered, continuing to roll through her, intensifying as I fucked her hard and rough, chasing my climax.

A roar, primal and feral, escaped my throat and my body stiffened as I filled her receptive vessel. I collapsed, my arms giving way. We exchanged air, our ragged breaths bouncing off one another.

“Was that okay, Sir?” she asked timidly.

“That was perfect, little one. You did so good,” I stroked her hair, pushing the matted strands away from her face.

“Thank you, Sir.”

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jelrayweek · 5 years

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Thank you all for such an amazing week! It’s been a pleasure to see that people are actually out there, creating fan fiction and art and edits for a ship that isn’t really well known. And that’s the sole purpose of this event - to make it well known! Looking forward to next year’s week - hopefully, we’ll gain more traction!

All of you who participated - @blsofchaos, @zerefserigala, @ceruleanshockwave, @watcher-ofthe-sky, @j0nah98 - thank you so much! Your work is really, really loved and cherished and appreciated. Our mods, Lily, Sky, and Ceru, were so happy to even see content coming in! We didn’t get much for the last few days, but late submissions ARE ACCEPTED up until May 30th, 2019, when we shall make the final master post. We will continue to reblog your work and add the links to this post. Late submissions will be boldened, like so. We would also like to thank everyone who spread the word and signal boosted, helping us to reach the ears!

Here’s hoping you all had fun participating!

Day One: Snowglobe

Snowglobe by @blsofchaos

Snowglobe Aesthetic by @zerefserigala

Sick by @ceruleanshockwave

Day Two: Signs

Signs by @blsofchaos

Signs Aesthetic by @zerefserigala

A Sign From Above by @ceruleanshockwave

Day Three: Not Alone

Not Alone Aesthetic by @zerefserigala

you don’t have to be alone by @ceruleanshockwave

Day Four: Lost Boys

Lost Boys Aesthetic by @zerefserigala

Lost Boys Aesthetic Edit by @watcher-ofthe-sky

Days Five and Six: Paranoid and Monochrome

We... haven’t received any content for these two yet, haha. But late submissions are, we’ll state again, very much accepted! Please take your time and don’t stress out if you plan to do something for one of these three days, we are open for submissions until 30th May 2019. And once again, if you’re posting fic, please do cross-post it to Ao3; we thought of trying to hit 100 fics this year.

Day Seven: So Far Away

So Far Away Aesthetic by @zerefserigala

Much love to all the JelRay fans out there who not only made content, but enjoyed the content. You make our day by liking/reblogging/commenting/leaving kudos on our work. It’s amazing to see that you all love this ship as much as we do!

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whitewolfbumble · 6 years

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The Fallout - Part Eighteen (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: You had been a ghost for years, taking down the bad guys from the shadows that had once enslaved you. That is until the Avengers finally caught up with you and yet again your life changed. But your past won’t stay dead and everything starts to shift when a familiar face joins the ranks: Bucky Barnes. He may not remember you, but you certainly remember him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, language, death, gore, mutilation/amputation, torture (SO SORRY. listen, this makes it sound so bad. I’m not saying it’s inaccurate though so just be warned)

Word Count: About 4k

A/N: Action and death are back here. Yet again, I make apologies for the pain in this chapter! We start right where the last part left off so brace yourself for that scene’s conclusion. Please let me know what you think with a reblog, like, or message! If you want to be tagged on this or my permanent list, let me know!

MY MASTERLIST // THE FALLOUT MASTERLIST // PART SEVENTEEN

“Enough, Soldat.”

Finally, those words came and ended his fists beating mercilessly against your still body.

Immediately Bucky quieted, stepping back at the command.

You couldn’t see beyond a blurred darkness, could barely hear, couldn’t move your broken body an inch. You lay, bloodied and dying on the ground in front of the man you loved, his fists dripping with your blood.

You were always going to die in a fight, let’s be honest about that. You had never planned to ever stop fighting so naturally, your inclination was to believe that that was where it would all end for you. But you didn’t want it end this way, for his sake.

If you died at his hand, from your perspective, it hardly would matter as you would simply be dead.

But if you died at his hand he would remain behind, alive and tormenting himself, unable to forgive or forget. The Bucky that you fell in love with would die along with you in a much different way. As your body would decompose, his soul would rot too under the weight of it all.

Footsteps clanged against the metal coil floor, vibrations not enough to cause your dead-weighted body to move really. The only slight sway was the arm pinned under your body hanging loosely down through a gap into the void below.

“Y/N... We’ve done a lot of planning to get you here today.” Gerault started pleasantly, towering somewhere over you. “You always appreciated a well-constructed plan that revolved around uncompromising pain. I think that gives us cause to all take a minute and admire my work here, don’t you?”

You couldn’t speak, jaw bone cracked in more place than one. You still would have tried to talk but found your body wholly unable to form a single word.

Instead, you very, very slowly shifted all but your middle finger down on your hand laid out beside you, slowly flipping Gerault off. It was essentially the same sentiment as you would've said if you could.

“Soldat,” Gerault said singularly.

Quick as a flash Bucky’s foot landed on your hand, crushing your wrist over a metal coil. The intense crushing burn instantly roused you, moving to pull it away as your lungs let out a horrendous wheeze, unable to scream anymore. You heard your wrist crack and pop audibly, even above the ringing in your ears.

“N... No,” you tried to say, words not quite getting out.

You spat blood, screaming internally as he didn’t stop or let up the pressure.

“Again,” said Gerault.

A brief reprieve was almost not even felt, brain moving too slow and pain too great, before his foot lifted and slammed down again.

This time you felt nothing, the only sensation was a shaking that started from your spine and enveloped your whole body. You couldn't even feel if his foot lifted, like there was nothing at the end of your wrist at all.

“Alright, that's enough. Soldat,” Gerault commanded, you barely hearing him anymore, your body rolling and shaking internally. “Trigger her and pump her full of this to get her moving. We have plan to be followed here.”

At the word “trigger” a memory lethargically resurfaced, of Bucky in your early Hydra days. He had been a handler of yours. He knew how to trigger you.

You shut out the pain of that thought. At the thought of him of all people bringing you back into the perversion that was Hydra’s control over you.

You just tried to shut it all out.

Walking through the base was a much more leisurely affair this time around than the last. Your hunter was not following behind anymore, but he was now a partner, walking with you.

With The Winter Soldier- your once and now at least partial hander- at your side you weren't likely to do anything Gerault wouldn't approve of.

Blood dripped down from all over you like you were shedding what had made you soft. Ordinary. Weak.

Visions of you friends melted away. Of a kind of home. Of a love.

Gone.

You strolled down the corridor, the Soldier marching beside you with his ever intense gait. A man on a mission he was. You could admire that.

When you approached a turn, you both stopped, hearing voices filter with an echo down the hall.

The Team was there. At least the three you came with. The others wouldn’t be that long out though. The pair of you still had time.

Your sharp eyes went to the Soldier’s. Together you nodded before stepping forward.

Walking into their view, you only took a few steps before stopping, hand on your hip.

“Bucky!” Steve said in shock, the blue-clad captain stunned with his two counterparts behind him.

Steve took a few steps forward before Bucky raised his gun up, stopping Steve in his tracks. Understanding and revulsion dawned on his face.

Steve had seen Bucky like this before, on more than one occasion. He knew what to expect. But as he turned to you, you could see that he very much didn’t know what you were truly capable of. He should have looked far more afraid.

Your eyes watched him, so far dilated it was like they were completely black. Whatever the Soldier had given you on Gerault’s commanded was like pure adrenalin in your veins, blocking out any physical pain of your body completely. It was intoxicating, like you were fucking invincible.

You heard and saw and felt everything and nothing, the entire world spread open and closed to you at once.

“Y/N,” Steve said, choked, looking down your clearly broken and shredded body.

His eyes didn’t leave your right arm though, and behind him Natasha’s went wide. Sam only whispered an “Oh my god”, devastation plain on his face.

You held up your right arm, where naturally your hand should be.

But it wasn’t there anymore.

It was gone, now down in that pit somewhere. Crushed off under the force of the Soldier’s boot.

Honestly, you didn’t feel a thing. Two hands or one, you could still cause more pain and win more fights than anyone else in the game.

It didn’t take a second to put on your most pathetic, quivering voice.

“Steve, how could you let this happen to me?!” you whimpered, tears gushing down your face on command. “How could you do this to me? You were my friend, my leader...”

He went white, almost gasping, and you couldn’t help but break at the sight of him, with a short little cackle ringing out.

“Such a softie,” you murmured, face pulling back into neutral lines at the drop of a dime.

But on orders not to engage, you found this was getting boring fast. Time to get this done.

Fear and heartbreak was the name of the game, for both you and them. Plant it in them to complete the mission. Then the real torture of your newly altered life would begin again.

With your black eyes coupled with a bloody smile, you gave off an instantly disturbed feeling, and that didn’t escape your friends.

“You should be running,” you said low, smile growing.

Eight Months Later

The Winter Soldier stood- as he always did- arms crossed. Only when Gerault came in did he drop his arms, ready for orders.

Pathetic and submissive. You, on the other hand, didn’t leave your chair, leaning back leisurely. You tapped your metal finger down impatiently, your new metal hand now matching the Soldier’s arm.

Typical stealth assassin. No creativity, no will. The Beast that ran under your skin was not the same as his. And your mind turned around how you could make him bend under your will, what pain you could cause this stone statue of man.

Don’t you fucking touch him! you screamed, somewhere deep down in your mind, locked away and easy to ignore.

You had been here for some time and need something to occupy yourself.

It was a dark and gritty room, like most of where you spent your time. Your days were filled with experimentation, your body being slashed and stitched over and over, you brain fucked with a cocktail of drugs pumped through you to alter this or that about you. Then, out of your mind and torn apart, they sent out on missions to test the effectiveness of their meddling.

Months this went on, each session worse than the last. Each episode breaking your down. Each experiment letting loose the maniac in you yet forcing you to submit to their commands. It caused a rift inside you, breaking you apart and burying the person you once were underneath the madness of it.

So yet again, you were back after the latest mission, needing to give a summary to Gerault himself, who refused to be too long without either of you, his real life trophies in all this. As per the routine of it all, you found yourself in this depressing and dank room, unremarkable and boring you not to tears but fury.

Finally you caught the sound of distant footsteps down the hall. Gerault soon walked in with a few other men in tow, veering slightly to the side where the Soldier was.

Really, the man could say “beg” and you would be down on your knees groveling. Your “processing and conditioning” (also known as mental and physical torture and drug experimentation) over the months making your will bend to his.

But that was if he could say it faster than you could move to snap his neck.

Hence the needed protection of the Soldier.

At his entry, they had left the door wide open and naturally your eyes flitted to it than back to Gerault, who watched you, waiting for you to make a move.

Run! Get out! Please, just end this!

You almost externally scoffed, looking down to your hand with a slight smile to hide it. Your old self remained, a voice in your head, screaming and wailing and generally being a fucking nuisance.

Run, damn it!...

But you stayed, looking to Gerault with a pleasant expression. He wasn’t stupid and neither were you. Whatever they were doing to you now was not like before when you were under their power previously. The last heads of Hydra had been much more careful. Gerault was pompous, thinking he could take you further, could push you farther.

And happily, you would go where he led you. Because somewhere he would make a mistake. And you would strike.

His freewheeling attitude about you being up and around under (somewhat) of your own will (even with the Soldier) was a dangerous game and he liked to play it, believing he had thought of everything. In those years while you were a free agent with the Avengers he schemed and planned and prepared for this.

Well, he wasn’t going to win this so easily.

Every round of torture they committed on you made you certain of that.

So no, you didn’t run. He would be expecting that. You needed something he wasn’t expecting. Something that would hurt.

“Soldat, mission report,” he said. His eyes were on you though.

You could practically see him trying to hide the thrill in his eyes and the fear of you there. It had been his life’s work to get you back into the fold and he had done it. Now he was going to try for something even greater.

He meandered a little, walking behind the Soldier who stood stock still.

“Mission completed.” the Soldier’s voice came, deep and dead sounding.

“Well, that’s not very descriptive. How did our Siren do? Anything out of line?”

“No.”

Gerault nodded, clearly trying to hide his pleasure. He thought he was winning. Thought he could win.

To his credit, you had been a good little girl for him, this being your eleventh mission now. Basic murder, evisceration, or a bit of psychological torture. Last nights was just another test to see how you would do.

It had been a family. Ex-Shield agents who met on the job, married, had a couple kids. They were celebrating their youngest 15th birthday when the Winter Soldier and Siren came to their door. The four of them never stood a hope in hell.

Like always you were drugged to the nines, still feeling high like you usually did now out on the field. It was that or in pain, being tortured and mutilated by Hydra for maximum results. They had fixed your mind, altering what they needed too to make you compliant to them alone. Though obviously still quite unlike the Soldier.

They shut down his emotions (externally anyway, you knew Bucky was down there somewhere screaming like the old Y/N was in you). They wanted stealth and unrelenting brute force, and they certainly got it with him.

In you, you were full of emotion. It raged and burned and kept you spiraling out of control from one state to the next, drugs and triggers keeping you line mostly. They had shut off your inhibitions and revved up the need for destruction. He was calculating and cold; you were calculating and burning, constantly.

Hence the need to see how you would perform, if still under constant and direct supervision by someone they could count on.

The Soldier would watch, would sometimes command you to do what Hydra wanted. But usually he just stood back, watching your carnage, and judged. Never had his compliance come into question though and unlike the convictions of Gerault or Hydra, you knew that it should be.

You kept silent on the several times you noticed a tick from him. Just a glimmer of the man underneath shining through.

If Gerault asked you, you would no choice but to answer, truthfully. But he didn’t.

They might give you orders, but if you could slither around them? You would. They made you an agent of chaos and blood here. It would be a shame to keep things too orderly and clean, anyway.

They forced you to let loose and yet kept you on a string. It was likely to be an explosive end result. And they loved him so dearly. You were going to exploit that.

The previous heads of Hydra kept you hurting, kept you broken. Gerault wanted to see the full hurricane force of you unleashed as much as he could. And that just gave you way too much power to be forever controlled.

So you sat, leaned back, waiting for the time when you could really do some damage.

“She always loved a messy fight,” Gerault said, flecks of hunger in his eyes.

You felt more than saw a flicker in the Soldier beside you, and at Gerault words you casually looked at the one called “the Asset”.

He had flinched. You had seen that before. Last night was the most recent. It seemed to be happening more.

You had grabbed his hand which was holding a knife, and plunged it into a wailing man as you had just about had enough of his mewling cries for mercy. At the touch of your skin to his- your hand holding his hand- the Soldier had flinched.

You studied him now, trying to feign a cool casualness about you, head tilted, body relaxed.

Your touch seemed to do it. But certain words as well. You felt a deep pull to find out more, sensing a way to make him suffer. You could always pick up what made people hurt the most and were instinctually drawn to take painful advantage of it.

You would find his and whatever it was, you would make him hurt. You wanted everyone to suffer, particularly Gerault. But you would settle for a little fun on the side for their Golden Boy.

Stop it!... Keep your fucking eyes off of him!...

My my, how venomous.

“The next mission is the mission. It’s The Avengers. All of them.”

Again, his eyes were on you.

This was a way to torture you, no doubt. To go after your friends and teammates, to cause them harm or kill them or have them hurt you? That would be the nail in your coffin of sheer, unbridled pain and secure in Hydra’s mind your ability to comply. And he knew it. His plan to break you down and push you farther in action.

“You both have inside knowledge of all of them. And I think it’s about time to use that.” he then shrugged, looking at his nails trying to feign an air of disinterest, in his arrogance. “You’re ready, at any rate. And you’re worthy.”

At the word “worthy” your head snapped over to the Soldier as a visible movement shaked him, and for a moment his eyes turned from dead and limp to an awake shock of blue.

Worthy?

Then it clicked into place.

The words you had spoken. Just like Hydra could trigger him to the Winter Soldier, maybe your words- the ones you were trying to engrain into him- could trigger him back? Coupled with your touch, which even back in the 50′s had roused him, maybe you could actually do it this time. Wake him up.

And now Gerault wanted to take down the Avengers. All of them.

Fucking stop this!... Don’t! Please!... Just let me go!...

You simply nodded once to Gerault, slowly. You weren’t stupid enough to speak directly to him anymore, he who was likely to get a rise out of it and plunge you back into a tortured hell just to hear you scream.

Confidently he turned to the men with him.

“Get them both prepped for a fight.” he said, practically buzzing with delight. “Full measures taken, perhaps the three-day long session we were discussing. We can’t risk a slip-up.”

Gerault left the room with a smile and a confident walk, leaving the four now doomed men behind.

Your plan was already in place in your mind now though, and it didn’t have room for them.

They approached however slow, with hands on their gun to the pair of you. Really they didn’t stand a chance. Poor things.

Don’t do th-

As one man reached to put a hand on your shoulder- and no one touched you without severe consequences- you let out one toothy grin, eyes hungry with a smile dancing behind them.

He was in tactical gear, bulletproof vest and all, but you didn’t need a gun to reach through to his insides.

Like a shot your metal hand whipped out and went into the little bit of exposed fabric just below his armpit. Like a shot of lightning you cut through the fabric and into his flesh by pure force. And you didn't stop until your fingers hit lung.

With a gargle, he began to drop like a rock.

Before his body even hit the ground you swung up and kicked another Hydra agent in the face, teeth and blood knocked right out and hitting like pellets against the far wall. You pounced to snap his neck, grabbing his weapon and shot the other two, silencer ringing out quietly.

You didn't have a chance to breathe before the Soldier was on you, forcing you down on the ground. His metal hand grabbing your own that held the gun, shrieking as he tried to restrain you. His flesh elbow pinned down yours, body trying to crush you under his weight. But he wouldn’t be winning this today.

Fucking hurt him and I’ll kill you!... Don’t touch him!... Oh god, just stop...

Such a broken record.

You didn’t have to hurt him, you just needed him still for a second. So than yeah actually, you kinda had to hurt him.

Swinging a knee up you jabbed him in the ribcage, knocking him to the side slightly, enough for your other knee to go up to his groin repeatedly and push him off more. There was split second where his elbow on your arm loosen, and you swung your forehead into his face as hard as you could. A brutal sounding smack rang out and as he leaned back at that force, his blood spilling down on you like a delicate spring mist.

With enough leverage and room to move, you forced your arm out from under him, grabbing the gun from your metal hand.

God, no!... Stop, don’t!....

A shot rang out and the Soldier flew back off you, raining more blood. God, that felt so good. When someone hurt, you were rewarded. It was just intoxicating to hurt people now.

You threw the gun away and grabbed the fabric of his leather tactical coat, hoisting him up onto a chair. He was dazed but cognizant, your shot hitting an area of muscle below the shoulder but above the heart. Right on target.

Time was crucial here, you only had minutes. You were determined to get this done and finally start having some satiating fun.

You smiled down to the man then straddled him, hips grinding into his lap. You grabbed his face in your hands, bringing it close to yours.

Get the fuck off of him you fucking-

“If touch won’t fully do it, maybe a combination will?” you muttered, wriggly closer to him, as close as you could.

Even though you were different now, your times with the Avengers were there in your memories. Including you time with Bucky, with those warm delicately intimate nights together. You felt a pull of familiarity there, so close to him now, bodies pressing together.

You looked to him, drawing his face almost to your lips. A hand held his jaw while another went through his hair, holding him to you.

“Bucky,” you whispered.

Face falling back not into one of a wicked smile and crazed eyes, you watched him. Your look was now soft, honest, unguarded to the loving, concerned feelings below.

“Bucky, darling,” you cooed, looking into his dazed but watching eyes. “Come back to me, my love.”

You brushed your nose down his cheek, before starting to press soft kisses into his cheek, eyelids, and corner of his mouth.

“Bucky, please,” you begged, sounding needy and desperate. “Don’t let them hurt me anymore, don’t let them take me away from you again.”

You pulled back every so slightly, mouth open and breath mingling with his, face pouting and eyes starting to brim with tears. You felt a flinch run through him, saw a stirring in his eyes.

Perfect.

No!...

“My love,” you whispered, lips hovering above his before kissing him once, slow and chaste. “You are worthy.”

This time he jerked but you didn’t stop.

You placed another, deeper and longer kiss on his lips before pulling back a little. “You are so loved, my darling.”

And you felt him move under you.

Another kiss, wet and deep, as you brought your arms around his head locking him into you, wanting as much physical contact with him as possible. Even as a brainless toy soldier he was delicious.

You brushed your fingers through his hair, looking deeply into him, urging him to come out.

“You are not what they made you, my love. You can break through this. Come back to me, darling.”

With his shudder under you, you pulled away, watching for the telltale signs of Bucky.

Immediately he clutched his shoulder where you shot him, blood still pool out of it, blue eyes pained and shocked. You immediately got off of him, watching for some concrete sign he was not the Soldier.

But his eyes said it all. They were Bucky’s.

That was all the confirmation you needed.

Running to the grab the gun on the floor, you next bolted to the door and grabbed the outdated intercom, pulling the receiver up, voice sounding pained and frantic.

“It’s Bucky!” you screamed, sounding desperate. “The Winter Soldier he- he’s just gone! Bucky’s killed four men and he’s after me! Please! I need help! Someone! Oh, god!”

“...Siren? What the f-” was a static response.

But you made a choked noise before hanging up the receiver. Right on cue a flashing red light lit up the room, sirens wailing. Calmly while illuminated in red, you turned back to Bucky.

He was crumpled slightly, hunched over with a hand still on his shoulder, looking tormented and struggling under his new ability to control himself again.

You looked at him with a predatory gaze in your eyes and smile on your lips.

“They’ll be after you now, Soldier Boy. You should go. Though, I think I’ll stick around just a little longer.”

He stumbled to his feet, still dazed by the sudden awakening and pain of the last months catching up with his fully conscious body.

He stumbled to the door, almost brushing passed you as his hand and body fell against it, trying to push the thing open.

“See you soon, honey.” you said, low and sweet to him.

Walking back over to the chair, you casually took a seat, leaning back like you had been mere minutes ago.

Shouts and voices were heard down the hall. He was running out of time. He could either leave now and maybe get out, or hesitate and be dragged back into this hell.

Bucky!... Bucky, don’t leave me, please!... Don’t go! Oh god, don’t leave me here!...

You waved, gun in hand, relishing in the way his face crumpled as, completely out of options, he left you behind.

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Party Dress

Request: Jeff and the reader are together. They go to a friend’s party where Jeff ends up getting jealous seeing another guy flirting with her. So when they get home, he gets really dominant with her in bed and she is really submissive to him.

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“You know that you should only wear somethin’ like that for me.”

I felt Jeff’s arms wrap around me from behind as I stood in front of the mirror.

His face nuzzled into the side of my neck and I giggled, turning around to face him.

“It’s a party, baby,” I danced my fingers up his chest.

He looked so hot in his dark pin striped suit and his hair tied up. He was an angel for even agreeing to go with me to Alexa’s birthday party. Gatherings of any kind, unless they included a stage and music, were not his thing.

He kissed the tip of my nose and slid his hands down my bare shoulders, near the sweetheart neckline.

“A party for two maybe,” he whispered “I’m sure gonna have a lot of fun takin’ this thing off you tonight.”

I had bought it several days before and I had to admit it did look good. Maybe it was a little too tight but it was nice. I had purposely picked the deep purple color for Jeff. I paired it with a pair of black heels and pinned my hair up off my neck.

“I bet you are,” I leaned in, pressing my lips against his briefly “Come on, we’re late.”

Alexa’s party was in an old warehouse that she had rented out for the evening. I was surprised she had went to all the trouble to plan something so elaborate on the road but then again…It was Alexa.

“You like?” she walked in front of us, seconds after we stepped inside.

“It’s…Something else, Alexa,” I looked around the open room.

There were lights and lanterns strung from the ceiling, two bars, a dance floor, lots of seating.

Jeff fidgeted beside me and I squeezed his hand tight.

“I know,” Alexa beamed “It’s amazing. Exactly how I pictured it in my mind. Perfect, right?”

It was best to just agree with her.

“Yep,” I smiled “Perfect.”

Once she had gotten my approval she moved along, away from us.

“I really don’t like her,” Jeff huffed under his breath.

“Shh,” I tugged him close to me “Not so loud…Besides, she’s my friend…She’s not…all…bad.”

He smirked and grabbed a hors d'oeuvre off a tray as a waiter passed by us.

“I’m gonna go grab a water,” I pecked his cheek before leaving him.

As I started to walk away, I heard the sound of Rollins’ voice greeting him and I knew he would be somewhat entertained.

The line for the bar was long and I started to fidget in my heels as I waited.

“You mean they make beautiful women like you wait in a queue?”

I turned to see Antonio Cesaro standing behind me.

“Cesaro,” I greeted him in a nonchalant voice.

He dug his fists into the pockets of his designer suit and smirked at me.

“I see you came with him.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I folded my arms across my chest “He’s my boyfriend. He’s been my boyfriend for a year.”

“Yes, I know that,” he ran his tongue along his lower lip “But you could have so much more in your life.”

“I’m happy in my life, Antonio,” I shook my head at him “I love Jeff. He’s the only man who can give me what I want.”

“One day,” he danced his fingers far too close to the side of my face “One day, you will change your mind.”

“Can I help you?”

We both jerked our heads around to see Jeff standing beside us.

“No, not at all,” Cesaro answered smugly “We were just in the middle of a private conversation…”

“Yeah, well that conversation is over,” Jeff snarled, taking me by the arm and turning me around.

I was next to get my drink and we were able to walk away. I could hear Antonio chuckle softly.

I knew that wouldn’t go over well, as I felt Jeff let go of me and walk back to him.

“What the fuck’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Cesaro insisted, taking his glass of champagne from the bartender “Nothing at all…You know, you really should watch your language around such an exquisite woman.”

“Is that right?” Jeff’s eyes grew dark “You really should watch your mouth, son. If I ever see you talking to her like that again…”

“Jeff!” I grabbed his arm and pulled him toward me “Let’s go, ok?”

“No,” he licked his lips angrily “No, we’re not leaving because of this asshole…Uh uh, let him watch. Let him see what he’s never gonna get his fuckin’ manicured little hands on.”

“Jeff,” I whispered nervously.

Cesaro’s eyes were blazing now, their faces inches from each other.

“We’ll see about that,” Cesaro scoffed “One day, she will realize it’s time to take out the trash.”

Jeff lunged for him but thankfully Seth was there to push in between them, followed by Sheamus.

“Hey, hey!” Seth pushed on Jeff’s chest “Just calm the fuck down, ok? He’s not worth it man. You worked too hard to get back here.”

Jeff ran the back of his hand across his mouth, as he slowly backed up.

I mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Seth and he nodded, leaving us once everything seemed to have settled.

“Let’s go,” I sighed, tugging on Jeff’s arm “I’m ready to go.”

“Fine,” he replied sharply, his eyes never leaving Cesaro.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, as we headed for the exit.

The entire ride back to the hotel, Jeff gripped my hand tightly as he drove. His thumb would occasionally whisper over my knuckles but his eyes remained on the road the entire time.

“You ok?” I finally asked him.

“I’m fine.”

I didn’t believe that for a second. The way his jaw tightened as he answered me. The way he was practically cutting off circulation to my fingers.

Once we made it through the door to our room, I let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Jeff shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it on a chair. I carefully took off the jewelry I had been wearing and laid it inside my suitcase.

Suddenly, I felt Jeff’s fingers in my hair. He worked to slowly pull each bobby pin out that I had used to style it.

I didn’t say a word, as I leaned my head back and moaned softly as his fingers massaged my scalp.

Once he was done, I felt him back away from me.

“Turn around.”

His voice sounded dark and possessive. A little nervous and a lot turned on, I did what he asked me to do.

“Get on the floor.”

I slowly sank to my knees and stared up at him.

“There’s only one dick you suck around here, right?”

I nodded.

“There’s only one dick you let inside that little pussy, right?”

I nodded again, my hair falling into my eyes.

“There’s only one man who you turn into a slut for, right baby?”

I reached up and unzipped the fly of his dress pants.

“Good girl,” he ran his hand back through my hair “Take them off.”

I slid them off his hips and down to the floor. His dick was straining against his boxers and it was the only thing I could look at.

“Ask me,” he groaned, tugging my hair tighter.

“Can I suck your dick?” I looked up at him, my eyes wide.

His free hand reached down and traced across my lips with his finger.

“Baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he growled before he pushed his dick into my mouth.

I gasped from surprise and I felt myself gag on him. He used his grip on my hair to jerk my head back and forth.

“Use your tongue,” he commanded me.

I knew he liked that, so I slowly slid my tongue around his shaft.

He pulled out of my mouth, precum slicking my lips, and I licked him. Over and over, just how I knew would drive him crazy.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted through his gritted teeth “Faster.”

I started lapping at him, like a fucking popsicle. He seemed to enjoy it as I watched his knees wobbling on either side of my head.

He shoved back into my mouth and I moaned as he hit the back of my throat.

“You love your dick?” he panted, his eyes staring straight into my upturned ones.

I managed to nod before he pulled out and jerked me by my hair to my feet.

“I told you I was gonna have fun taking this dress off you,” he breathed against my ear.

His hands roamed down over my entire body before he flipped me around away from him. His hands ripped the buttons open down the back and I silently cursed him for ruining it; The damn dress had a side zipper.

I felt his warm tongue tracing my spine and I completely forgot to be angry.

“Jeff,” I moaned as he slid the dress completely off me.

He walked me over to the bed and pushed me down on my stomach. His tongue traced all the way down until he got to the waistband of my panties and then I felt his teeth tug at them. I helped shimmy them to the floor.

“Come on, darlin’,” he hissed at me “Roll over.”

I did as he told me, slowly turning over to see him hovering over me.

“I could touch you right now,” he ran his hand across my pussy and I trembled.

“Jeff,” I arched my back up toward his hand.

“But I wanna watch you do it…Crawl up there.”

He pointed to the headboard and I did as he told me. He planted his perfect, naked body directly in front of me, his hand lightly stroking his dick.

“Spread your legs for me,” he pushed his hand between my knees “Let me see my pussy. It’s mine, right?”

“Yes,” I gasped as his hand left my body.

“Touch my pussy,” he groaned, his fingers circling the tip of his dick “Make it feel real good.”

I threw my head back against the pillows, as I slid my hand down my stomach and then across myself. I heard him draw in a deep breath, as I started rubbing my clit with my fingers.

“Look at me,” he demanded and I lifted my head up weakly.

I started applying more pressure with my fingers and a little moan escaped my mouth.

“Mmm, that feel good?” he grinned, his eyes trained between my legs.

“Mhm,” I managed to answer as my knees began to shake.

I slowly began to slide two fingers inside and I watched him crawl closer to me.

“Fuck,” he breathed out “Look at you…Fuck.”

I curled my fingers inside myself as I watched him and when my hips bucked off the bed in response, his eyes fluttered shut in arousal.

“Jeff, please,” I begged, my thumb moving faster now on my clit “Please, touch me.”

He leaned up between my legs and slid his tongue inside my mouth. Our kisses so deep that I could barely breathe. I kept the sensations going between my thighs and I squealed into his mouth when I felt my orgasm explode beneath him.

His mouth found my ear, licking around the edge of it, biting on my earlobe before grabbing my hand and sucking my fingers into his mouth.

I fidgeted on the bed, unable to contain how bad I wanted him.

He grabbed my other hand and held both of my wrists in his grasp.

“Don’t move your hands, you hear me?” he dipped his mouth back to mine.

I nodded breathlessly just before I felt him shove into me forcefully.

“Fuck!” I spat, his hand easily controlling both of mine above my head.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he leaned back, shoving in and out of me in a steady rhythm that had me tingling all over.

“You’re all mine,” he grunted “Ain’t that right?”

“Jeff,” I gasped, as I felt him going deeper.

“Say it!” he yelled.

“Yes!” I yelped, the sensations starting to become incredibly intense.

He slid out and I gasped out of annoyance.

“Flip over,” he instructed, grabbing my hands again as soon as I was on my stomach.

He held them behind my back, pulling toward him, as he entered me from behind. The tugging on my arms, made my upper body lift off the mattress and I moaned at how helpless I felt. Jeff being so dominate was turning me on more than he ever had.

He snapped into me, the sounds becoming louder and more hurried.

“How’s that?” he gasped, his hips slapping against me.

“Harder,” I whimpered.

I felt like he couldn’t do it hard enough to satisfy us both. There wasn’t enough power that could show how devoted we were to each other….How we belonged to each other.

He tugged tighter on my arms and I did my best to spread my legs even wider.

“This ass, god damn,” he grunted, as I felt myself finally start to tighten around him.

“Oh shit,” I squeezed my eyes shut, as feelings of pleasure started to wash over me.

“What do you want to do, baby?”

“Fucking cum,” I whimpered “Please!”

I heard him groan and I screamed far too loud, as I came undone around him.

“Shh,” he laughed, pounding long, deep thrusts into me.

He tugged on my arms tighter and then I heard him moan, as he emptied inside of me.

The minute he let go of me, his hand slapped my ass.

“This fuckin’ thing,” he growled squeezing it, before crawling up to rest beside me.

His breath hit my ear, as he brushed my hair away from my shoulder.

“Sorry I ruined your party,” he whispered into the curve of my neck.

“Party?” I giggled as my eyes met his “You have a dress to pay for.”

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