#sir guard being a smart ass >>>

[joshsbimbo]

stealing is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

pairings: security guard! mike schmidt x shoplifter! reader

warnings: shoplifting, getting caught stealing, being in a cell, oral (m! receiving), forced stripping, mockery.

a/n: i thought mall jail was real when i was younger but it ISNT i hope this makes sense to y’all 💋

♡ the mall is filled with clothes, makeup, food, and toys. all of your favorite things in one place! it also had fun activities like massage chairs, smelling candles, and stealing!!

♡ you scanned the store, licking a cherry flavored dum dum, positioning your body so only you could see what you were doing. you snuck in a pair of earrings into your purse and a bracelet.

♡ you continued to the clothing racks, picking out multiple tops and hiding one within one. the sweet lady handed you a door sign with the number 3, not knowing you actually had 6. you entered the changing room and took off your baggy hoodie. taking off the tags before layering the tops on yourself, then putting your hoodie back on.

♡ you made sure to buy a necklace, sucking the candy as you happily made your way to the exit. it was a nice haul for one store, you were excited to go to another store before the alarm went off.

♡ “excuse me, ma’am. i’m going to have to check your receipt.” the security guard said. his tired eyes looking down at you, flickering his eyes to your purse and back to you. he held his hand out, furrowing his eyebrows.

♡ you exit the lollipop out of your mouth with a pop, “mhm, of course!” you place the receipt on his calloused, big hands as you make eye contact with him, smiling sweetly.

♡ he checked the receipt and opened your shopping bag with his other hand. his hand exited before digging into your purse abruptly, “what a shame that you forgot to close your purse.”

♡ you look at his name tag before looking up at him with pleading eyes, “mike, you can let this slide, right?”

♡ “depends, is this your first time?”

♡ “mhm, yes it is, sir..” you bit your lip.

♡ “what a fucking liar.” he gripped your arm tightly, leading you to mall’s cells.

♡ you wrapped your hands around his arm, trying to pull him off. “c’mon, please, mike?” batting your eyelashes as you look up at him, but he ignored you.

♡ the room was small with one cell, a telephone, and a desk. he kept his grip tight, throwing you into a cell. he locked it, taking the chair out from under the desk, facing it so he can watch you.

♡ “you really think these people are this stupid, huh?” he ran his hands through his brown curls, a frustrated sigh leaving his pretty lips.

♡ you were on the ground, crawled up in the corner. your ass ached from the throw, you knew it was going to bruise. you teared up as your lip quivered, “n-no..”

♡ “of course you do! shielding your hands from the cameras?” he takes out his walkie talkie. “you see this? every time they see you, the dumb slut, they tell us to keep a close eye on her.”

♡ “d-dumb slut..?” you questioned, tears rolling down your cheek.

♡ “look at the way you dress, how you act, the way you look-“ he paused, scanning your body. “that hoodie is new though.”

♡ he was right. the hoodie was new, something you would never be caught dead wearing.

♡ “take it off.”

♡ “wh- no!” you blurted out between sobs.

♡ “what’s wrong? not wearing a bra? that’s not a problem because everyone’s seen your tits, dumb slut.” he hissed through his teeth.

♡ “fuck yo-“

♡ “i’ll call the cops. is that what you want, hm?”

♡ “n-no! fine. i’ll do it!” you took off the hoodie, your mascara running down your cheeks as you looked at him.

♡ “was wondering where you put those tops..” he grins. “sensitive, slutty, and somewhat smart?” he chuckles, man spreading, his bulge showing through his slacks.

♡ even through your sobs, your face scrunches up in disgust. eyeing his huge- you mean, gross bulge.

♡ he smirks, “wanna help me? it’s the least you could, making me work extra hard just so you could look slutty..”

♡ “fuck no.” you say, covering yourself with your hoodie.

♡ he glides his hand on the telephone, “a simple 911 call..” he jokingly presses the phone against his ear, twirling the wire, mocking you by batting his eyelashes, “e-excuse me, sir!” he let out a breathy laugh, remembering your pleas. “this young lady h-has been… been stealing!” he forces the stuttering, pouting, and out right mocking you.

♡ “just let me go! please!”

♡ god, hearing you beg made his cock harder. he pressed on one of the buttons, “nine.”

♡ “stop!” you screamed, hurriedly taking off two of the tops, leaving you in a white tank top with no bra.

♡ “that’s the slut i know..” he scanned your body, your nipples hardened from the cold air, the perky buds in view, your tight shorts, making your thighs look extra plump, and the straps of your thong showing. the combination of your body, ruined makeup, red tongue from your treat made him need to palm his bulge through his pants.

♡ you shuddered at the sight, no no no… you felt your wetness leaking from your lips, onto your underwear. “t-this is illegal.. keeping me here t-to take advantage of me..” you warned him, but you fucking loved it.

♡ “strip searches are legal.” he spat out. “now strip.”

♡ you pouted as you unbuttoned your shorts.

♡ “turn around.” he ordered

♡ you turn around, bending down as you slid off your shorts. you could hear him groan at the sight of you, your pussy barely hidden from how soaked your thong was. you smile to yourself, pulling down your thong slowly. a string connecting your cunt to the fabric, the string getting longer the further you pull them down.

♡ when you meet his gaze again, his cock is out. twitching as his pre cum leaked down his beautiful pink tip to his unshaven base. “hmm, now your top.” he groans.

♡ you noticed the more you resisted, the more his cock ached. “please don’t make me.” you whimpered out as you tilted your head to the side, a chill running up your spine as you watched his cock leak even more.

♡ he pressed another button, “one.”

♡ you forced more tears down your cheek as you pulled off your top, your clothes lying beside you. he slid the keys to you, grinning as he watched you snatch it from the ground. you reach out from the bars and unlocked your cell, dropping on your knees in front of him.

♡ he runs his hand through your hair, gripping it as you lick from the base to the tip of his cock. he looks down at you, smirking, as you look up at him with your messy eyeliner and mascara running down. “poor baby, hadn’t had cock in hours. so desperate for a dribble of cum, hm?”

♡ “mhm..” drips oozes out of your pussy onto the tiles, you whine as you swirl your tongue around his cock. sending vibrations down his cock, swallowing the salty, sticky fluid. as you entered more of him inside, he forced the rest deep inside your throat.

♡ “your throat feels so nice, baby..” his head is pulled back, groaning at the sound of your gags, not daring to look at your messy face cause he knows he’ll cum at the sight. “bet you’re happy that you got caught, hm?”

♡ you slide him off your mouth with a pop for a moment, stroking him as you talk, “yes, yes… m’ so happy..” you immediately continue to deepthroat his cock, feeling it twitch as you hallow your cheeks.

♡ “i’ll call the cops if you don’t swallow every fucking drop.” he orders before cumming down your throat. his load was too big, dripping down his cock and your chin. “all. of. it.” he looks down at your fucked up face.

♡ “yes, sir..” swiping your finger to slide the excess cum into your mouth. looking into his hooded eyes with a sultry look before entering one of his sacks his mouth.

♡ despite just cumming in your mouth, his cock still hard. watching you as you suck his most sensitive place, his cock twitching, “of course you’re fucking experienced.”

♡ you giggle, “i would’ve drank it all regardless, mikey..”

♡ he grins, “you can keep your shit. next time i won’t be so nice, though.”

♡ “thank you, sir. :3”

thank u for reading and yes you said :3 out loud :33333

[midastouch-zaza]

Sakura getting some 'funds' from sponsors to start their next comeback

Being around for a long time as idol is something that requires intelligence and astutness, and Sakura being an Idol for more than ten years and for her third groups shows how much smart she is.

Even after a great start, Le Sserafim was in strange position: they were popular but also very hated and their next comeback was a bit in the balance, it was almost ready but they needed some money to complete it.

These money were not arriving tho. And here comes into play Sakura: she knew exactly where to go and what to do to break the deadlock. Equipped of good will and her skimpiest clothes, she went in the office of the director of their sponsor.

"Sir, can I borrow you for a minute?", she began her talk walking towards the man, being sure to shimmy her ass in the meanwhile. "You know, I can't wait for my next comeback, me and the girls are working so...hard", she continued, arriving in front of him, emphasizing the last word while casually placing an hand on his crotch.

"Maybe you can help us if I help you first?", she proposed offering him puppy eyes, while getting on her knees and kissing sweetly his clothed bulge. "And do you think you can help me?", he ironically asked her, caressing her cheeks and playing with her soft lips with his thumb.

"I'm sure of that, mr. Director, after all I didn't become the most popular idol in Japan being a beginner", she answered, all proud, while unzipping his pricey pants and pulling out his massive cock.

Before taking it in her mouth, she started from his balls, massaging and sucking them. "Ohh, maybe you can really satisfy me", he hummed intrerested, while leaning back on his office chair. "Of course I can, sir, just look at this", she warned him, before taking his shaft in her throat in a instant.

It almost looked like a magic trick, because she literally made it disappear. "Oh shit!", he exclaimed surprised, gripping his chair arms. Her mouth was warm and comfy, her throat was tight enough to put him on the edge and her tongue was moving like a loose cannon.

Bobbing her head up and down, choking herself on his hard cock, showing no gag reflex at all, Sakura skills were really impressing the director, that couldn't help but reward her work with a rich blow of cum down her stomach.

"Fuck my life, you caught me off guard", he admitted, panting hard because of his orgasm. "Don't worry, mister, this time I'll let you manage the timing", she reassured him, leaning over his desk and pulling down the short skirt made by crochet.

In front of that beautiful pussy, he immediately got on his feet to take her from behind. This time he was the magician, making disappear that fat cock in Sakura tight pussy. It was so sudden and filling that the japanese idol lost her breath for a second.

"You better put on a good performance for the fee you're asking me, whore", he growled before starting to punish her cunt with powerful and deep thrusts. Kkura felt like someone was constantly punching her womb, it was a kinda painful but addictive feeling.

And even if she was experienced enough to take it like a chimp, she still couldn't control her body reaction: her legs were trembling, her abs had spasms at every thrust and her head could just rest against the desk.

That tho must not be part of the director liking, because he pulled her ponytail harshly, making her yelp. "Don't stay still like a fucking sex doll, moan for me, whore!", he scolded her, slapping her ass with sharp slap.

"I'm sorry, sir... ahhh...your massive cock is fucking my brain", she apologized, while her perky tits were escaping from her tiny top, also made by crochet. "I don't fucking care, just scream how good my cock is", he request, totally ravaging her japanese pussy, already creaming around his cock for how many times she cum.

"It's amazing, mr. Director cock is the best I've ever taken in my life, it's making me a dumb slut", she cried in pleasure while her guts were being rearranged. "Fuck, that's it! And now take my expensive cum, bitch", he shouted, while spraying his seed inside Sakura womb, making her collapse on the desk.

It was definitely a fuck worth some money. "Ok, miss Sakura, I'll give your groups the funds you all need, but just at one condition", he said, after thinking about it. "Mmh? Which condition, Sir?, she asked, exhausted, looking back and with her pussy still leaking his cum down her legs. "Next week come for a second round. Oh, and bring one of your slutty members with you", he smirked, satisfied. She just nodded before closing her eyes and resting for some more minutes.

[sev-on-kamino]

Mind Your Manners - Kinktober 2023 vol. 2

Pairing: Fox x fem!Reader

Warnings: orgasm denial, authority kink, glove kink, the armor stays on, the helmet stays on, rough sex, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected piv sex, creampie, oral (m receiving), it’s kinktober so don’t look at me like that 😌 MINORS DNI

Word count: 1468

A/N: I’m not super happy with this one because it feels incomplete without all the backstory I love so much, but I’m way behind schedule, so I’m gonna stop fiddling with it. I hope y’all enjoy it! 💙💙

dividers by the badass @dystopicjumpsuit

You had an attitude and a smart mouth, and there was no one you loved sassing more than Fox. His position of authority turned you on almost as much as it encouraged you to test his patience at every opportunity.

His patience was legendary among the troopers, and it even took Thorn’s best efforts to really make him snap. You never managed it though. Maybe it was his eternal soft spot for you, the fact that he loved you, or simply that you never truly got under his skin that way.

You were determined though.

You spent the entire day making little remarks, being sarcastic, talking back, and flat out teasing him when nothing worked. It was you who snapped.

“How are you doing this?” you asked exasperated.

“Doing what?” he asked without looking up from his report.

“Dealing with me. I’ve been so…so obnoxious today.”

“It’s easy,” he said, tapping away on his datapad. “I know what you’re doing.”

“You do?” Your shoulders slumped, and you pouted slightly.

“Mesh’la, you’re not subtle. Never have been.”

“Give me what I want then.”

He looked up then, surprising you like he always did with how much attitude he could convey with his helmet on.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for…”

“Yes, I do,” you challenged, leaning over to plant your hands on his desk. “Your subordinate is misbehaving, commander. Discipline her.”

Fox laid his datapad down softly before rising from his chair. He tapped a space farther forward on his desk with two gloved fingers.

“Hands here,” he ordered, using the same tone he used to command the Guard. No one questioned Fox when he used that voice. “Don’t move. Don’t say another word.”

You slid your hands forward, pressing your hips against the edge of the desk. The commander watched your movement with interest, noting with pleasure how quickly you complied.

“Now, it appears I have a problem on my hands,” Fox said, walking around behind you, causing you to look over your shoulder to steal a glance at him. “Eyes front, and that is your first and last warning.”

Your head snapped back into place, as you bit your tongue to resist the urge to say ‘yes, sir’ like you always did.

“As I was saying. I have a problem. That problem is a cocky little thing who needs a firm hand,” Fox said, resting a large hand on your ass. You exhaled sharply, biting the inside of your cheek to stay quiet, to keep the soft moan on the tip of your tongue in check.

“Can’t spank her. She likes that too much,” Fox said, swatting your butt lightly. “Can’t keep her under my desk with my cock in her mouth while I finish my reports either.”

You shifted, squeezing your thighs to get just a little friction. Fox reacted instantly, tapping your instep with the toe of his boot to make you widen your stance. You huffed in annoyance, as there was now no chance of any accidental stimulation to soothe the ache between your legs.

That little sound was enough to give Fox a wicked idea. He was going to give you exactly what you wanted and what you deserved.

“Strip,” he ordered.

Turning to face him, you noted he still had his full kit on. Down to his blasters resting in their holsters. Your fingers shook with anticipation, as you carefully removed and folded your clothes before placing them on the corner of Fox’s desk.

“Very good, little one,” Fox said, sounding almost pleased. “Won’t save you, but it helps. Resume your position.”

You complied slowly, making sure to arch your back and wiggle your hips, as you got back into place.

You felt Fox’s gloved fingers feather light against your swollen little bud of nerves, and without thinking, you pushed back to seek more friction. His free hand shot out to grab your hip and hold you still. His questing fingers ventured through your folds, and he groaned softly feeling how aroused you were.

“Want it so badly, don’t you?” He asked, causing your jaw to clench as you resisted answering. Instead you tapped once on the surface of the desk. Green for go.

You squirmed when you felt the fabric of his glove against your entrance.

“Want your needy little cunt filled,” he said, as he pushed his finger inside you.

You shook with the effort of staying still, while Fox worked one, then two of his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy. A whimper escaped you, as his thumb began to rub gentle circles over your clit.

“Easy, mesh’la.”

You took a deep breath, and exhaled sharply when Fox pulled his fingers away.

“Making a mess already,” he said, moving to stand next to you, and tapping his fingers against your lips.

Your mouth fell open and you took the offered digits, working your tongue over the fabric of the glove to clean all your arousal off of them. Satisfied with your work, he took his place behind you once more, and made a point to place his codpiece on the desk where you could see it.

“Not a single word,” he reminded you before pressing the head of his cock to your slick entrance.

It took all of your effort not to cry out as your pussy stretched to accommodate him. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed in your silky heat, and his thigh plates were pressed into the soft flesh of your thighs, sending a shiver down your spine.

“My little brat is so tight for me. So wet.”

He pulled back, agonizingly slowly and pushed forward. Hard. You exhaled sharply, fingers curling against the surface until your fingernails dug into your palms.

“Want more?” he asked, causing you to tap the desk again.

Fox showed no mercy, driving into you with a steady rhythm, his fingers occasionally dancing over your clit, causing you to slip closer and closer to the edge. Before you could reach the point of bliss, he’d pull his hand away.

The head of his cock would rub that sensitive place inside you, that had you whining low in your throat. Your body would tense, the coil of pleasure tightening in your core, only for him to shift his angle, and leave you shaking with desperation.

“You sound frustrated,” Fox purred. “If you want to come, say so.”

It was a trap, you knew it was a trap. You stayed silent.

“No? Good. See, bad girls can have as much cock as they want, but only good girls get to come.” One of his hands slid up your body to pinch and tug at one of your hard nipples before cupping the soft flesh and gently squeezing it in his powerful hand.

A groan of desperation clawed its way out of your throat.

“You wanted discipline. You’re getting it,” he grunted out, as he continued laying siege to your needy body.

Fox released your breast to wrap his arm around your torso and pull you back against his armored chest. His grip tightened on your hip, as his thrusts grew harder yet more erratic. You rolled your hips, which he allowed, but he kept your legs spread. Your clit was desperate for his attention.

“Don’t stop, mesh’la. Use that sweet little cunt of yours to give me what I want.”

You continued to work your hips, while soft groans floated out through his vocoder. You weren’t allowed to come, but you’d be damned if you didn’t please your commander.

He swore under his breath, as he came deep inside you, tightening his hold on you, as he let you take every drop. He gently guided you back to the desk, as he pulled his cock from your body.

You whined as his cum dripped from your denied pussy down your thighs.

“On your knees,” he ordered. “You need to clean up the mess you made.”

You eagerly fell to your knees and licked his cock clean, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He helped you back to your feet, before pulling his helmet off and giving you a soft kiss in sharp contrast to the way he’d just used your body to get himself off.

“You can talk now, love. Sit up on the desk, so I can get you cleaned up,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead before going to grab water and a wet cloth.

“That was so mean, Fox,” you pouted, still feeling almost painfully aroused and desperate for release.

“I gave you what you asked for,” he countered, passing you a canteen. “You can be patient and come tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” You asked incredulously.

“Fall in line and behave, or it’ll be two more days,” he warned.

“Yes, sir.”

“There’s my good girl.”

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[datoneboardedguy]

Avatar: Legend of Korra Fanfiction - Korra x OC Male Reader.

(DISCLAIMER’S: I DON’T OWN THE LEGEND OF KORRA IP OR IT’S CHARACTERS! & THIS IS A NON CANON FANFICTION THAT ISN’T CONSTRAINED BY THE LIMITATIONS OF THE OFFICIAL AVATAR LOK CANON & ANY ATTEMPT’S TO SILENCE THIS FANFIC IS A BLATANT VIOLATION OF MY FREE SPEECH RIGHT’S!)

Chapter 9: The Angelic, The Demonic & The Phantom..

Part’s 2/2

M/R’S POV:

It’s been nearly 3 Months since I’ve unlocked my new Airbending abilities but I’m still keeping it to myself, since I accidentally sent two men seemingly to their deaths by unknowingly tossing them high up into the sky never to be seen again I don’t want anything to do with Airbending, all it’s done is make things worse & gets people like those guards from earlier hurt which thankfully seems to have gone completely unnoticed. Due to recent world events regarding a crazy power hungry earthbending war lord lady going on a rampage throughout the entire Earth Kingdom which was thankfully stopped by the Avatar.

I’m currently working on cooking an order in the shop while Nox’s going on his usual supply runs who usually should be back by now, as I finished & served the order to the customer I hear Nox shouting outside the shop & rushed outside to see what’s going on & find Nox on the ground surrounded by men in black hooded cloaks just kicking him laughing & demanding “You should have paid the tax on time.” “Yeah you very well know what happens if you don’t pay the bill!” This starts to bring up bad memories of myself being tortured in prison & a well of anger starts brewing up within me & as I approach to confront them I shout “HEY YOU COWARDS!” They all looked at me & dismissively say “Get lost worm, this doesn’t concern you!” “Yeah move along Runt!” That last insult triggered something in me & Nox see’s the visible anger on my face & says “Don’t ya dew it kid!” In a last ditch effort to try to calm me down before I escalate the situation too far, I then took a step back & tried to calm myself down but those efforts were soon proven to be in vain the second one of thug’s provocatively insulting says “Go now & run home little Runt!” Nox sighs then says “Oh, Dang Spirits.” I then start marching forward towards them which to worry about what’s about to happen & shouts “Nooo!..” “This kid have a death wish or something?”- I then thrusted my fist forward to punch the Thug & to his, Nox & everyone else’s surprise who’s watching on in the street successfully sending the smart ass flying into the group of cowardly thug’s behind him knocking them all over I then helped Nox up to his feet & tell him “Sir are you alright?!” “Yeah, I think so. Kid what just happened, what you did.” “I know, it’s pretty new to me too Nox.” “You’re an Airbender, kid this is huge.” then we notice the thug’s are starting to come to so we immediately backed away from them as they got back up “You’re an Airbender?! No matter, you’re still can’t take us all on! GET HIM!” & they all started bending Fire, Lightning, Earth, Water & Metal projectiles at me. I managed to dodge the Earth & Water Projectiles & just barely narrowly dodged the lightning bolts & air blasted a couple of the thugs in the face & the other right in the Cabbage’s but then I got nailed in the face by a shard of metal staggering me back a few feet & blasted in the chest sending me right into the nearest wall with a fireball then dropped onto the floor “ugh, ow!..” as I get back onto my feet they’re encased in Earth & I started getting water whipped in the back *WHIP* “AARGH!” *WHIP* “AAAAARGH!” *WHIP* “AAAAARGHAAAHAAHAARRGH!” ( “PLEASE S-STOP!” “Heheh! I’m sorry but there’s no mercy for the weak.” *WHIP* AAARGH!) then as they go for another whip I then turn & catch it, broke from my earth constraints & air blasted all them out of town as I frustratingly shouted “..PISS OFF!”

Then when the dust cleared Nox & the rest of the town residents had started to panic about what I had just happened, then Nox worryingly asks “Kid, Did ya know what ya’ve just done?” “..Yeah, I just stopped you from getting hurt & mugged by those hooded jerkholes?..” “Ya just picked a fight with de Red Lotus & drove ‘em out of town!” “Well.. Isn’t that a good thing?..” “NOT WHEN DEY CAN SEND IN REINFORCEMENTS TO DESTROY DE NTIRE TOWN & KILL EVERYONE IN IT TO SET AN XAMPLE & I ASSURE YA DAT DEY WILL BE BACK!” “..O-Oh!.” Then civilians started screaming “We’re all going to die, there’s no hope, by spirits this can’t be happening!” & other various pessimistic things, as the distressed crowd started turning on me with anger & hatred I see Nox looking at me with worry (then I see Farther’s face) & “sighs I gotta do something.” I then stepped up onto a pile of crates as the crowds started getting violent & shouted “HEY HEY ..ENOUGH! PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER EVERYONE, WE’VE SURVIVED THROUGH WORSE THAN A GANG OF THUGS! WE’VE SURVIVED THE HUNDRED YEARS WAR WITH THE FIRE NATION, WE’VE SURVIVED THE SIEGE OF DARK SPIRITS, WE’VE SURVIVED KUVIRA’S EARTH KINGDOM INVASION, WE WILL SURVIVE THIS ATTACK OF THE RED LOTUS! WE’LL SURVIVE BECAUSE WE DON’T GIVE UP, WE JUST GO ON!..” I hear a single person in the crowd say “Well Spirits, I’ll fight for that!” then everybody cheers then Nox shouts out to the crowd “Alright lads, we’ll be expecting company at dawn tomorrow. Now let’s get to turning this town into the most heavily fortified & deadliest town in the entire Earth Kingdom!..” we then get to fortifying our towns boarders, after the first boarder is set up Nox pulls me aside to ask me “Alright kid, what’s your plan?” “Err I don’t have a plan other than just survive..” “umm Kid dat’s not a plan, just a goal.” “What do you want from me? I barely held my own against those thugs, my bending was barely effective against them.” “Look kid don’t despair ya got da makings of greatness in ya. Ya gotta take the helm & chart your course. Stick to it no matter the squalls. & when the time comes ya get de chance to really test de cut of your own sails & show ‘em what ya made of, ..well. I hope ya find someone who can be there by your side, catching catching some of the light coming off ya dat day. ..Ya might not be able to flawlessly blow ya enemies away ‘yet’ but ya still have your old man’s smarts, so use it..” my eyes well up, I wipe them *SNIFF* “Thanks Nox..” “Anytime kid, now go get yourself ready. We don’t have long..” “Ya got it hoss!”

I then went back to my dad’s old apartment & pulled out my farther’s old Metalbending grappling device & got to work on retrofitting it operated completely through Steam, attaching a grappling hook that also doubles as a blade from a common rope dart & replaced the majority of the metal components with pure platinum metal ore’s. I then looked at my current shredded clothing & said to myself out loud “I definitely need to get changed, I can’t have my enemies looking at my three chest hairs.” I then opened my dusty old wardrobe that I haven’t opened since I moved in & surprisingly I see a box with a bow & not from Ikki? “You may not want to be an Airnomad but you’re still an Airbender & every Airbender needs a uniform! Hope it fits, Ikki..” I then open the box to find an Airnomad red & yellow coloured wing-suit, I try it on. It’s a bit tight around the old grappling hook but otherwise it fits perfectly & is very comfortable. I then looked at myself in the mirror to see if the wing suit fits, it fits perfectly & I see it’s very form fitted & flexible. I then took the wing suit off to recolour it with some black & red paint, after a few minutes I finished repainting it to be a black with red lining wing suit while also adding in black hood with red stitching through it & I finally strapped my my new steam powered platinum cabled grappling hook darts.

As I finally finished getting ready I take one last look at my farther’s cactus plant with “Love always sprouts if you let it grow.” Written on it then quickly water it. I then looked at my old family picture, I then took the photo out of the frame & put it in one of my wing suit pockets. I decided to sit down & meditate waiting for these Red Lotus thugs to arrive..

M/R In Meditation dreams:

I see my mother’s dying in my arms as I her killer shadowy silhouette run out of the window, I then hear my father say “Survive!..” I turned to see my father’s death *SNAP!* then the ground erupts from under my feet into a bright beam of light propelling me up into the darkness hitting the brick roof face first then my perception of the room spins upside down & suddenly the roof becomes a brick floor.

I then stand up to realise that I’m now in a black shadowy forest then I hear a thunderous scream from the wall of trees ahead of me as I approach the trees I see cracks of light piercing through. I reach & peered through the trees only to be met with a blinding flash of light & suddenly I see a short haired man in robes attempting to hurt a black haired woman woman in black leather clothes with red accents that’s been taken hostage then my vision goes red & I am charging at him with pure rage & push him back into a spirit & that spirit passes through him & severely deforms him then everything goes white.

M/R’S POV Back in the real world:

It’s now the break of dawn, I am woken up by Nox banging on my apartment door while shouting “KID, ya in there?! It’s almost time!..” “ALRIGHT HOSS JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE TO GET READY!” I then quickly got up went into my bathroom use the toilet, after I finished I went to wash my hands as I was washing them I looked up at the mirror only to essentially be jump scared by the short haired woman with glowing eyes staring right back at me for a brief second causing me to jump & recoiled back & I rapidly blinked then she was gone. I then heard a loud bang from outside & quickly dried my hands then went outside the appartment to meet Nox. “Hey, nice suit kid!” “Thanks, the little Airnomad girl left me this suit. Is it time yet?..” “Yes. It’s time.”

We then make our way to the barricades on the perimeter of town, as we approach the main road barricades start to fail due to the bombardment of large flaming boulders launched from a fleet of Red Lotus trebuchet’s. I asked the residents trying to repair the barricades “What’s the situation?!” “Well, ‘as you know’ the Red Lotus has ambushed us & our distress call to the nearest metal bending police base has been received & they’ve dispatched a small army of Metal Benders to help but they’re not going to be able to get here in time!-“ “OF COURSE I KNEW THAT, WHY IN THE SPIRIT’S ARE YOU TELLING TELLING ME THINGS THAT I ALREADY KNOW?!” “Oh, well uh..-“ “Just tell me something that I don’t know!” “They have the entire town surrounded, their commanders are behind the armies of Red Lotus Soldiers over there!” He says as pointed out to the east-western side of the town boarders towards the mountainside. “Okay, Nox make sure to hold the line while I take the Red Lotus’s commander’s from above!” “Ya got it kid oh & be careful!” “You too hoss!..” we quickly hug each other then I fire both of my steam grapples to two steel flag poles & pull myself back a few feet then I mumble to myself as I slingshotted myself into the air “Welp, here goes nothi-AAAAAANG!….” I’m sent flying high up into the sky.

As I approached the height of my jump pulled out my wing suit & started to soar further than I could ever have imagined, wind blowing in my face, the peacefulness of the air however brief had brought me momentary peace until I flew close enough towards the Red Lotus army to hear one of the soldiers scream “What the?!- SHOOT! ..SHOOT THE FLYING DEMON!” & they drew their bows while some of the other Red Lotus soldiers had started bending projectiles of various elements towards my direction. I then flew left to right, dodging and weaving until I was close enough for my grappling whips are in range when a familiar grunt shouts “OI, IT’S DAT RUNT AGAIN, THE ONE WHO CAN’T AIRBEND FOR SHI!”- I then hook grappled around his waist then pulled him in “-AARRGH!” & air kicked him right in the face sending him flying off straight into the soldiers behind him & stick the landing with a tuk & roll & retort “I may not be an Airbending master but I’m still experienced enough to kick all of your asses with some good old fashioned ‘air to whip’ combat!” I then grapple whipped the guards operating the trebuchet’s, then I airlifted & tipped over the nearest trebuchet smashing into trebuchet next to it destroying them both. I then air punched into one of the trebuchet Fire boulders pushing it towards the enemy encampments nearby rolling through & wrecking trebuchet’s, tents, & flattening Red Lotus soldiers. I then sent more flaming boulders into the steamrolling the Red Lotus armies as I’m making my way towards the Red Lotus commanders location I see Red Lotus fire benders trying to put the fires out as I cause a massive wind storm whirlwind making the flames too much for the fire benders to handle.

Nox’s POV:

I’m doing what I can to help fortify the barricades but it’s doing little good with the spreading wildfires & say “Ugh I feel like boarding deze barricades up at dis point may result in dis being an ever growing exercise in futility!” Then I’m send hurtling backwards through the air by a massive flaming boulder explosion. I then smash through the entrance of my shop landing & smashing into the cash register completely taking the wind out of me. As I start to fade in & out of consciousness I hear the screams of my friends being brutally beaten by the Red Lotus & see a few soldiers murmuring townsfolk without mercy I tried my hardest to get up & help them but my entire body’s too saw from the explosion, all I could do was was whisper out in a raspy voice “N-Nooo-oo…” I then black out.

M/R’S POV:

Then they gave up on trying to extinguish the flames & just went to shooting lightning bolts towards me, I dodged a few & quickly grapple the nearest rock boulder in the way to block the last lightning bolt exploding the rock bolder into small pieces then leg sweeped the Red Lotus soldiers with my grapples & air blasted them into the trebuchet then I triggered the trebuchet’s mechanism sending them flying to their deaths. I then get surrounded by a bunch of Red Lotus guards “Well, now the tables have TURNED!” I say as I air spun in circles creating a mini tornado wiping the floor with the non bending guards then the bending guards swarm me with a flurry of bending attacks, i block & countered with my own air bending attacks & dual grappling blades like I’m dancing around them. Soon enough I defeated the last of the soldiers then I’m hit in back by huge rock boulder sending me down the hill towards the village, I fall straight through the a through a building wall & land right into the kitchen of Nox’s Shop.

Nox’s POV:

I’m woken up by the smashing sounds coming from the kitchen, my head is throbbing, my whole body is saw all over. I then hear a another crashing sound, I suck it up & force myself to get back up to see what’s going on in the kitchen as I approach the open kitchen doorway I tumble back down onto the ground & as I look up I see M/R on the ground as the Red Lotus commander is standing over him as he literally slams the kitchen sink onto his head then frustratingly exclaims as he’s ruthlessly punching M/R’s face “Y-you’ve been *PUNCH!* a thorn  *PUNCH!* in our side *PUNCH!* long enough!” *PUNCH!* he’s now coughing out blood at this point. As the commander keeps on monologuing ”You killed my soldiers, *PUNCH!* you destroyed my organisation, *PUNCH!* you even killed MY BEST AGENT & COMPLETELY DERAILED MY PLANS!” *PUNCH!* M/R’s barely conscience at this point then the next thing he said shook me to my very core “YOU SHOULD’VE JUST LAID DOWN & DIED IN THAT DAMMED PRISON!” *KICK!* M/R’s the escaped prisoner! M/R killed his own Farther?! I don’t believe it! In utter disbelief I mutter out loud “N-Noo kid, what’ve you d-done?!..” the commander hears me & I then realise how much of a mistake that was when look’s over to my location & smirks as he makes his way over to my location.

M/R’s POV:

I’m barely conscience after that beating, then the commander heard someone saying something just behind me smirks at something behind & walks towards what he’s looking at. I force myself to roll over onto my stomach & started to crawl towards the direction that the commander went. As I crawl over the pile building debris I see Nox staring back at me in horror & say “You’re the escaped prisoner? M/R ..you killed your own father?!” (“..Survive!” “..NO!” *SNAP*) “..I would never, i was set up & a Blood Bender killed my father ..right in front of me!” “& you snuffed out the life of my only Blood Bender. & for that!”- the Commander grabs & lifts Nox up by the throat & Earthbend’s a sharp spike around his right arm pulled his arm back to his spike arm through Nox’s torso as he says “You can now watch your mentor get skewered right in front of you!” “Then I start to panic & shout “N-No no nonono no DON’T! Don’t do this!” Then Nox closes his eyes knowing what’s about to happen, my desperate pleads fell on deaf ears as the commander says “..just like your father.” & thrusts his spike arm forward & in a split second decision I quickly shot out my grapple dart towards Commander Rook but at the last possible second he moves Nox in the way of my grapple dart to use him as a human shield & as my grapple dart pierces his heart Commander Rook thrusts his spike arm into his spine & right through the front of his torso & then suddenly I’m overwhelmed with with loss, guilt, anger then everything goes red & I SCREAM “….ARRGGGHH!”- *Rapid Flash’s of the glowing eyed short hair woman screaming* “-ARGH!..” & suddenly I was in the middle of the street with Commander Rook down on the ground & my grapple dart is impaled right through his throat into his brain killing him. I look around only that everybody in the town is dead on ground sliced up like animals & I look at my bloody hands in complete & utter shock.

I heard the sounds of Earth Kingdom Satomobiles & I run, detaching my grapple dart that’s still lodged in Commander Rook’s head leaving it behind. Runner off into the night..

Tenzin’s POV Hours Later:

I’m looking in complete disbelief at horrors I’m seeing & says “My spirits, this is a massacre. Who or what could’ve possibly done something like this?!..” chief Beifong walks up next to me & says “I don’t know, but whatever it is will be brought to justice.” I then see Asami show up in her Satomobile & she walks up to me & asks “What in spirit’s happened here?!”- “Where’s Korra?!” “She’s back in Republic City helping Pema watch your kids, now what happened here!” “We don’t know, we received an S.O.S. distress call from the town marital but by the time we arrived we- *sighs* ..we were already too late..” She looked around at the dead silent street & asked “may I take a look around?” “Of course but I’m coming with you.” She raised an eyebrow as she asks “Why?” I reply with a look of determination “Because I have to know what happened here ..& Korra will kill me if something ever happened to you.” *sigh* “Fine, let’s go.”

Asami’s POV:

We then go into the nearest building & we find ourselves inside of a destroyed food shop. I look on in horror as we find a dead body lying in what remains of the kitchen I see Tenzin inspecting a lonely wall painting of the dead elderly man who we presume to be person who owned this shop standing next to somebody else that couldn’t make out who it was since half of the painting is completely burned off. As he’s looking at it I search the body & find a key ring with several keys on it & a badly folded up invoice containing the address for a couple of apartments in a nearby apartment building say “I found something.” He turns to me & I say with a smirk “Let’s see where these lead us.”

Chef Beifong’s POV:

I find the remains of what used to be a unique uniformed soldier with some kind of dagger lodged right through his chin into his head, i tried & failed to Metalbend it of his head so pulled it out the old fashioned way & inspected it closely to realise that it’s made out of pure platinum & I say to myself while intensely frowning “Hmm, I don’t like this ..one little bit.”

Asami’s POV:

We finished our inspection of the elderly man’s apartment & now we’re approaching the second apartment door as we reach it I unlocked & opened it & as we walked into the apartment I started walking over the bedroom & see a photo of the guy who used to live here he must’ve been the other person in the painting & I come across a Small Cactus plant that’s covered in soot. I decided to take it put into my farther’s shoulder strap bag & I find a note next to where the Cactus plant was sitting & I read it finding out that this guy’s farther was a member of the White Lotus then I inspected the end table next to the bed & find an old tattered Prisoner Uniform that was child sized. As I put two & two together Tenzin walks into the room & asked me “Did you know anything?” He sees the shocked look on my face & asked me with great concern “Asami, what’s wrong?”- “Care to explain THIS?!” I interrupted him as I hold up the child prison uniform in front of him. “It can’t be, that’s ..just not possible!” “What? WHAT’S NOT POSSIBLE?!” Tenzin concerned expression immediately saddened with guilt as he looks down & reluctantly said “The young man who lived here was a prisoner at Temple Prison we originally locked Zaheer In before he became an Airbender. There’s was a Red Lotus Spy who’d infiltrated our ranks & made an attempt to break Zaheer out of his prison but was thwarted at the last minute by one of our own guards only for him to lose his life in the process, by the time we found the Red Lotus Agent responsible for the break in the child had murdered him. Bludgeoning the Red Lotus agents head in with a bolder. He went missing & was presumed dead by Zaheer when he broke out of prison with his newfound Airbending abilities.” “Why did you lock a child up with a known serial killer like Zaheer?!” “We had no choice, he- ..he killed his own mother.” “I- I can’t believe it, we gotta tell Korra.” I say in shock & in complete disbelief of what I just heard as he tells me “Asami, Korra can never know.” “Why?” “This is a White Lotus matter to handle!” “Tenzin, this man is dangerous, wiped out an entire town!” “Which is why the White Lotus will handle it & Korra’s got enough on her plate right now!” “But why? Why are you soo adamant about not getting Korra involved?!” “Because she knows him!” “W-what?” “They were childhood friends & if she get’s involved she’ll try to save him not stop him & he’ll kill her. For Korra’s safety she can’t ever get involved.” “Please Tenzin, me & Korra are now in such a good place after our relationship went public, please don’t make me keep this secret from her!..” “If you truly love Korra ..you will. I’m sorry Asami but Korra can never know.” *sighs* “okay..” I said reluctantly.

M/R’s POV:

I’ve taken refuge inside a small cave nearby where I can sleep for the night to get some much needed rest & regain my strength but before I head off to sleep I looked at my broken grapple & say with a single tear drop stranding down my cheek ”I tried to put my past behind me & make you both proud of me ..but my past always haunts me everywhere I go, unless I haunt them back & I swear to you Mum, Dad, Nox that I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL I KILL EVERY LAST MEMBER OF THE RED LOTUS!..”

-End of Prelude Chronicles!..

Next chapter the fun begins!..

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100% true story of my first tickle (Original Content)

So this is the story of my first introduction to tickling from a ler, my Sir, a man here on tumblr 😊

I'm very shy about posting this.

Hope you enjoy.

What's Behind Door 1506?

We hit it off intellectually at first. I met him on the whisper app about something unrelated and we started chatting, innocently to start, about real life issues and thoughts.

After a while we discover shared ideas, kinks and complementary traits. He's a Dom and I'm a sub. He's into restraints and tickles, and I'm into being restrained... The tickling, I didn't know anything about. But I know he's only in town for a few days.

I never knew tickling was a kink but it makes total sense when I think about it. So I'm intrigued and I decide I have to give it a try. He's deprived of it so my sub side wants to give it to him and just hope I don't hate it. In this new lingo I've since learned, he's a switch but can ler and is naturally dominant and leading.

We make plans to meet in his hotel. We discuss logistics - can I get to your room without a key? Is the hotel entrance guarded? We decide to go fully anonymous... No names, no faces... so once I get to there, he voice messages me and talks me through the casino, to which floor, etc.

We hang up and I take the elevator to his floor. I walk to his room, which is darkened and the door left cracked open. I paused in front of the door before going in. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and walked in. He immediately came up behind me, placed a pillowcase over my face and pushed me deeper into the room.

I dropped my bag to my side as he held me by my wrists behind my back. I'm 5'5" and he's much larger than me, over a foot taller. He's very strong and, using more authority and control than violent force, he leads me next to the bed. I'm wearing jean shorts, a blue shirt and white checkered shirt and white sneakers.

We're standing, him behind me, and I'm already breathing hard with anticipation. He swiftly and in one motion pulls my shorts off and nudges me forward so I'm kneeling on an ottoman. He pushes and guides me down as I go face-first onto the bed.

My ass in the air, he bound my wrists behind my back with rope. I've wanted to be bound with ropes since I was a teenager and I'm elated to struggle against them. He pulls my shoes and socks off and tickles my feet at first, and I'm kicking and trying to get away from the intensity of the sensations from his fingertips. I'm so sensitive that event he gentlest grazes send shivers through me. He uses pressure to torture the soles... it's a painful pleasure and I've never had anyone do this before. He uses the hair brush I though I was so smart to bring, just in case.

He eventually lets go of my feet and I'm there, blindfolded and don't know what's he's doing next. Then I feel his strong hands on my sides, my first tickle and I'm dying. I'm bucking and giggling and moaning and struggling against my restraints.

I'm in fucking ecstasy.

And as quickly as he grabs me, his hands are gone... I'm sweating, I'm catching my breath, I'm so anxious about where his hands will go next. He's standing behind me and reaches out to rub my ass and pussy. I'm so turned on by his touch, this big man I don't know, this strong stranger whose control I'm under. I'm so wet, I'm soaking through my panties.

After a teasing rub, he grabs my panties and cuts them open, completely exposing me, and then his hands and fingers start exploring and rubbing my clit. I'm very vocal but he told me not to be, not with the thin hotel walls, so I'm struggling to stay quiet. My face is in the mattress and I'm moaning and whimpering as little as I can tolerate.

He rubs along my slippery wet lips and circles my clit. It feels so good and my body tenses up with his touch. His fingers enter me and he fucks me with his hands, my tight pussy pulsing as the pleasure overwhelms me.

But he's doing what he wants, that becomes clear. He's just playing with my body to watch me, to control me, to own my pleasure. And when he wants to, he stops playing with my pussy. I'm quiet and subdued for a moment, like a kitten, and then I feel his fingers start to walk along my body.

From my thighs, grazing my ass, and then finger-stepping up my hips... I gasp and my pupils dilate in anticipation as he tickles my sides again, this time more forcefully and sustained.

I'm completely losing my mind over the sensations but I love love love the feeling of being so helpless, of his power and strength and how little it takes him to control me.

I can't see him, I can't hear him, I can't touch him. But I can sense that he's pleased with me. I can sense his smirk.

I try to stay as quiet as I can, as he wishes, but I can't help myself as giggles and moans and gasps escape me.

I'm giggling like giggle fits, but also with whimpers.... I've never experienced this, the alternating sense of torture and pleasure and fun and joyful glee. I'm completely entranced and lost in the moment, but my entire body is electrified, every nerve-ending and goose-bump anxious about where his touch will be next.

In between tickles, he plays with me again.

This time, he has toys.

This is where I have to break narrative to explain that I'm telling you the things as recall them, as I can remember.

I was so lost in the feeling, in the pleasure, in the scene. I don't remember the exact order things happened. It's all flashbacks and echoes of pleasure and sensations.

By the time he's got toys out, I'm just a panting, gasping, whimpering, hot and sweaty lump of flesh. You know those sex drunk anime girls with the crossed eyes and tongue sticking out? I imagine I looked like that.

He uses the magic wand on my clit. It's already powerful and he turns it up to a high setting, my back arches and I'm shuddering as the intense vibrations course through me, my feet pointed to the ceiling, my toes curling.

He lubes me but I'm so wet I don't actually need it. He fucks my pussy with a dildo, sometimes putting the wand back on my clit, sometimes taking it away. At his whims, he's changing the toys, sometimes fucking my pussy, sometimes rubbing my clit, and then he's rubbing my ass with his finger. It tickles and I'm giggling and shaking. Then he fingers my ass with one hand and rubs my clit and pussy with the other. I'm basically being held from the inside. This, using my holes and getting my whimpers and giggles and moans and cries, this goes on and on and I am in love with every second of it.

And then, he stops. Time's up. He has to go. He takes and toys and his hands away and play is ending...

And I'm a sub, I'm a good girl, I don't make demands or requests...

...but I had to ask.

"Can I please ask a favor?"

"What is it?" he asked, curiously.

"Can I have one more tickle, Sir?"

He chuckled. I could hear this happiness and he gave it to me, giving me one more high to ride.

Afterwards, he led my still-blindfolded, jello-y self into the bathroom with my clothes and stuff. I got dressed, used the hairbrush I was so smart to bring along. I took a couple of deep breaths and I walked out the door, without ever seeing him or him seeing me.

POSTSCRIPT: You might've caught that I went from pillowcase over the face to blindfolded. What happened in reality was edited out for storytelling purposes but deserves to be addressed. While we did take risks in our meeting, when we discussed "logistics", it of course included discussions about limits and safe words and all that good stuff. One of the things we'd agreed to trying stuffing clean socks in my mouth, covering my face with a pillowcase and then loosely securing the pillowcase around my face and neck. I liked this idea better than the blindfold at first, but very soon after I was bound, I found that the heat of my quickened breath in the pillowcase was stifling and I was fast-approaching a sense of panic. I said wait wait wait and threw out a "yellow" signifying that I needed something. This gentle giant immediately helped me, getting me air before my panic started to rise. He quickly got me free but somehow without exposing my face, so I was blindfolded for the rest of the session. He was careful to make sure I was okay, that I was calmed, that I felt safe and secure and wanted to keep going. I couldn't wait.

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Chapter One (Hypnotized)

Finally, today was the day. The day I had my epic interview with Baz Luhrmann, to be Austin Butler’s personal makeup artist for the whole Elvis film production. I’m nervous yeah of course, I’ve only slightly became a fan some years ago before this film was even released. I’m confident enough to go in and give it all I got. I take a deep breath and put on my acting.

As I walk into the tall building, there he was standing there. Austin’s head turns to me while I’m just looking around like a child in a candy factory. His eyes don’t leave my gaze, I swallow hard and approach the front desk.

“Good morning! I’m here for an interview with Baz Luhrmann, my name is Y/N.”

The girl looks at me up and down then smiles.

“Ohh, you’re Y/N? I’ve heard great things about you!” She winks at me and calls Mr. Baz out. I do have a few followers myself on my makeup blog. I’ve done such incredible work on many celebrity’s, so I’m sure I’ll perfect this gig. I wait patiently but my thoughts are interrupted by the one and only Austin. My eyes meet his as our eyes lock for a good minute. I break contact and look away biting my lip.

“You must be Y/N?” He says slowly and raspy.

I look up to meet his face again.

“Yes sir I am. Nice to meet you!” I say while reaching out my hand to shake his. My hands are so shaky, his grip only tightens.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Austin. I was already down here so I’ll bring you on up.” He smirks and gestures me to follow him. As I’m following him I get so nervous. So nervous I’m breaking out in sweats.

“Just a little further, I promise I won’t make you walk too far.” He giggles nervously. Why does he sound nervous.

He finally opens a door and I am met with Baz Luhrmann.

“Austin! How great to see you brought Y/N up here for me.” He smiles wide and they both look at me. I walk up to Baz and introduce myself. The interview goes on for hours now as we’re just laughing and talking, getting to know each other really. Austin never left the room they were both really interested in my work.

“Okay great! You will start today and get to work with Mr. Butler. Let’s get moving it’s gonna be a long day. We walk into a very cold bright room with everything I could possibly need for the hair and makeup of Elvis. This is so so exciting to witness and be apart of this production. I’m lucky Baz gave me such an amazing opportunity!

I sit down with Austin and get to really know him. Getting to know his skin tone and which products I can go use on him. His eyes are so beautiful I can’t stop staring into them. I have all my supplies laid out, I start to prepare his face. His skin is so clear, it’s going to be an easy client.

As soon as I do my last touch ups I am met with another version of Austin. The version that’s making my stomach flutter, making me feel something down there. Am I getting wet just looking at him become Elvis?

“All done.” I look directly at him as he stands up. I swear his personality changed immediately.

“This is so surreal, you did an amazing job. Thank you Y/N” He proceeds to look at himself and starts moving his hips to fit the character. What the actual hell, I’m blushing. My face is heated up right now, I’m feeling feelings I shouldn’t be feeling. He’s literally an angel.

“You look incredible Elvis!” I wink and laugh catching myself off guard. I have balls today. He walks to me slowly.

“Your face is getting really red. Is everything okay over there?” Austin questions me but it’s clear as day that he’s being a smart ass. He knows what he is doing. He laughs it off and is pulled away to rehearse on the guitar. That fucking pink outfit is literally heaven sent.

Everyone is cleaning up to leave its nearly past midnight, I’m starving!

There’s not much of us here but I do have to remove all of Austin’s makeup.

He finds me cleaning up a little bit startling me.

“I’m ready for this to be removed Y/N.” I smile and nod. I have him sit down and this is where it all starts to unfold…

We start talking more and he is the nicest and sweetest person I’ve worked with so far. We end up leaving the building finally and walked into the parking garage.

“Did you have anything to eat today?” He asks me kindly.

“No, not ye-“ I’m cut off by him getting a little heated.

“No! That’s not gonna happen again. I’ll take you out. My treat.” He said very seriously. Of course I beg to differ. Over 15 minutes later he won the argument. There wasn’t really much open this late so we decided on something else.

We end up at this loft building, very nice might I add.

He has some fresh veggies so I make something up quickly. I was so comfortable being around him, I could be myself. It’s like I’ve know him for a lifetime.

We eat and he’s impressed by how fast I put together a little something on short notice. He pours me a glass of wine but I’m pretty sure this night is going to lead out to be the best night. We’re both free tomorrow so who knows what this night will bring.

“Another glass, Y/N?” He’s on his 6th glass as I’m about to be poured my 5th.

“Yes please. Thank you for everything Austin, you’ve been so nice to me and so welcoming.” I smile only showing my teeth. He giggles to me and comes closer.

“Tell me why I wanna kiss you right now?” He says looking straight into my eyes biting his lip intensely.

“You wanna kiss me?” I blush so hard covering my face with my hands.

“Yea, since I’ve seen you walk into that building today. I was attracted by your energy.” He slurs his words slowly but surely.

“I’ve only just met you yesterday Mr. Butler.” I grin and get a little cocky. He leans in as we’re face to face now I can feel his breath, breathing on my face. Chills start to form all over my body, my nipples were getting a little hard as he cups my face.

We just look into each other’s eyes until we both lean forward. He kisses me slow and starts to add his tongue while I bite down lightly on his lower lip. A grunt sound fills my ears almost like a moan. Fuck! What is happening. He reaches out his hand and leads me to the couch. I straddle his lap and we begin kissing again. Not too crazy of a make out but just enough. I started to feel his bulge through my pants, I’m soaked right now. His hands find their way to my bra, unleashing my perky breast.

“So beautiful.” Austin says while kissing me harder. He flips us around so he’s on top, I push myself to him so I can feel him. My hands roam to his belt but he stops me. I didn’t mean to roam my hands there. It just happened.

“Wait.. we need a condom.” He says while jumping up and walking into the dark hallway.

I think I’m about to have sex with Austin Butler. I’m not even slightly upset about it either.

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FOUR KNIGHTS OF THE APOCALYPSE | HYPOCRITE

Title: Hypocrite

Summary: A Knight of Camelot realizing the wrongs of his King.

Note: This has been in my drafts for so long, it needs to come out at some point. I hope you enjoy.

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"Sir Thomas, I'm glad to see that you are back." A guard smiled upon my arrival.

"I heard you know the location of the dreadful place where demons reside?" A voice entered but I know that voice all too well.

"Ardbeg, King Arthur will decide if you get to eliminate them or not, so don't get too excited," I said.

"You're right." Ardbeg chuckled.

"You're a father right?" I asked out of nowhere, I don't even know where it came from.

"Yes, but why ask that?"

"The four knights, they're little kids, so full of potential." I started.

"You're talking a lot like Pelgart," Ardbeg commented.

"They have families of their own. Are you actually willing to take a son away from his father?" I removed my helmet and looked at him.

Ardbeg is in silence. I know I touched on a sensitive subject.

"But we're doing this for King Arthur and Humanity so sacrifices have to be made right?" I lied my ass off.

"That’s right." Ardbeg just nodded.

"Now I must go." I bid him farewell and entered the elaborate hall where King Arthur sat at the end of it. A mage by his side. She's Merlin one of the Seven Deadly Sins. I don't think she's even human and I'm pretty sure her eyeball companion, Orlandi is a Vampire.

"Ardbeg will handle things from there." The King spoke. "Give this to him," Merlin said as a crystal and a piece of paper floated above me.

"What's this?" I asked.

"It's a Goddess Amber it can trap hundreds of demons inside. Rather useful for the mission." King Arthur said. "Merlin will explain everything to him later."

"Of course, I'll inform Ardbeg right away." I bowed to our King before leaving.

As I looked for Ardbeg I saw Sir Nanashi training with the other knights. He has told me that he is a Goddess but he doesn't go by that anymore nonetheless he's still a goddess, and he can't escape it. I also saw a glimpse of Melascula, she's one of the Ten Commandments and she's now serving or more likely being controlled by King Arthur.

"Thomas there you are!!" It's Ardbeg.

"It's yours." I gave him the Goddess Amber. "Lady Merlin will explain everything to you later."

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I watched as Ardbeg leave with his companion, Cernunnos a beast from the underworld.

"He's such a Hypocrite."

A world for humans and humans alone, he claims that humans would reign supreme and yet he uses powers and relics from other races.

Day by day I get this nasty feeling in my gut. Day by day the more I want to leave this place. Everyone has their stories of how the other races destroyed their lives but I'm different, I never talked about it because I know they wouldn't agree.

My daughter is saved by a Demon, an upper-level demon, one of the Ten Commandments.

I can't recall her face but all I can remember is that she's a muscular woman with short blonde hair similar to my daughter's.

I will always be grateful to her.

I got scared when she approached my daughter but what I saw changed me forever. Her soft smile as she patted my daughter's head gently before she flew away.

We may be different but unity can be achieved. The Seven Deadly Sins are a prime example of this.

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"I know the consequences of my actions, if I were to be punished, please take care of my daughter for me," I asked the young lad in front of me.

"I can't see a reason why I can't get you two out of here without any suspicion." He smirked.

"I don't understand."

"I'll take care of everything, don't worry."

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"Sir Thomas, I'm glad to finally meet you in person, you've been very helpful." The King of Liones greeted me with a playful smile.

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"The location of one of the knights is set, prepare to eliminate this monster that will destroy the world."

"Sir Thomas, I heard your daughter went out of the castle walls." A guard said.

"Yes, she wants to explore and have an adventure, she's skilled and smart, I taught her well. I'm not worried, besides she's accompanied by someone I trust." Thomas said.

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"Sir Thomas was killed in battle, we suspect they're one of the four knights but the descriptions don't match him at all!!!"

"His sacrifice shall not be in vain we'll eliminate them, and stop the prophecy from happening!!!"

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"I'm back~"

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Let's just say that Sir Thomas of Camelot is no more." The young lad smirked.

"You faked my death, how is that possible?"

"With the help of my siblings." He cackled.

"Will they ever find out the truth?"

"Eventually, but when that day comes, I assure your safety here in Liones." He smiled.

"I don't see why they claim that the four knights will destroy the world." I looked over at him.

"Maybe because they can. They're not the only ones that Camelot should worry about either.

"Thank you, for everything, Sir Galehaut."

"Skip the formalities, I hate it." Galehaut chuckled.

"But you're a prince, Prince of the Fairies and Giants to be specific." I raised a brow.

"So?" Galehaut retorted and we both laughed afterward.

[sunchaserwings]

Guess I am liveblogging watching the BBC Sherlock. I can't help myself apparently. Starts after the cut, (I finally figured out how those work!)

Mild spoilers ahead!!!!!

Okay so I just started episode 2. First things first, girl, you could just tell him "No" instead of being all cryptic like "You wouldn't like me" and "I can't. Please stop asking" when he's asking you on a date.

Is... is that a katana being wielded by that person??? It doesn't even look well-cared for?

Roommate: "I can see Herlock trying to hide he's been attacked like that." Yeah, probably. He'd kick a katana underneath his chair. Unfortunately, his "Watson" would notice.

Okay I hate that people keep calling Sherlock a freak and every time I expect Watson to deck a guy. Come on, defend your colleague if you're not willing to call him your friend. Also, seeing this episode when I work as a security guard is kind of killing me. I... this security setup is not that good at all, even back in 2010 and this is supposed to be an expensive ass bank??? Yeahhh, kinda doesn't do it for me. That should be live video footage, not a single frame every minute. Also don't keep access to the door entry logs behind the reception counter.

Part of the only way I'm getting through this is by noting what behaviors of Sherlock match those of Herlock Sholmes from The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles and which are more faithful to the original source material as well. Do I need to start keeping a running counter of "Herlock Sholmes would totally do this"? Because if so, we're at three in this episode alone.

Sir??? The medical examiner should be the only one removing evidence from the interior of the body??? Sherlock please, forensics student here is dying. Also detail I noticed, no powder burn on the wound. Either the makeup team was lazy or this is plot important.

Watson is still my favorite character. He also mentioned stuff about traders and stuff which is accurate to the books. And ohhh, Sherlock is pissed. Shaky cam in this feels a bit excessive-- oh you look like Kane Bullard. Yeah you're dead. Does every journalist leave library books on their flat stairs or...?

Modern code-breaking methods won't unravel what? Poor Watson getting held up for vandalizing a public building because he didn't run fast enough. Feels like Herlock and Ryūnosuke lol.

Oh come on, this guy seems sweet. Don't blame him for his crush resigning. Unless he's the killer of course... oh there's a lady taking pictures of Watson? That's worrying. WAIT IS THE DETECTIVE INSPECTOR JUST HANDING OVER EVIDENCE TO A RANDOM CIVILIAN??? CHAIN OF EVIDENCE, I HARDLY KNOW HER!

Watson actually helping Sherlock with his deductions by pointing out something the detective didn't notice and in an almost book-accurate way.

Is Watson about to be poisoned I s2g this man needs a break. It's only the second episode. Oh adding another to the "Sherlock doing a Herlock move" counter. Yippee... also this episode is starting to feel kind of racist. Actually more than that.

Sherlock please go let Watson in-- never mind you uh.... fell for a trap. I don't like how independent this Sherlock is when he's got John right there. Why doesn't the doctor realize that Sherlock was choked and strangled half to unconsciousness??? Unrealistic af.

Kinda like this graffiti artist dude. Hope he comes back. He probably won't. WAIT WHY ARE YOU SPLITTING THE PARTY??? GODDAMMIT YOU TWO! WATSON YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!

John shouldn't be staring at the ground like that. He should be scanning side to side and up and down constantly. At least he was smart enough to take a photo of the damn thingimajig. John is so relatable on the matter of sleep, at least.

This woman is so dedicated to her work of restoring these ancient relics that she keeps breaking into the museum to care for and restore them. Also I just learned where the Morag Tong from the Elder Scrolls get their name from. Makes sense now. Buuuuut this also feels really awkward and weird and not in the fun way.

I think we all know Watson has the real brain cell here-- wait no he just left the target alone to go help Sherlock never mind. I think she's going to die. She deserved better. Welp, this is gonna haunt John.

Scotland Yard being incompetent, check. Sherlock being an uneccesary ass to Molly, check. Why is he written like this I hate it. WAIT THOSE TATTOOS WOULD HAVE BEEN NOTED ON THE AUTOPSY REPORT WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS WRITING???? MY FORENSICS STUDENT ASS IS GOING HAYWIRE

Quest search using internet explorer. Gods this is old. No wonder last episode that "MePhone" app took so long to load. Watson update your browser to Firefox. Also Mrs. Hudson appearance! We don't know much about her in the original books but BBC her seems to be somewhat faithful adaptation wise, however Sherlock's behavior towards her is not. Oh and adding another to the Herlock Sholmes counter.

John passed out from exhaustion didn't he. Not a good look when you're just starting out-- oh at least you apologized for it-- he's flirting. Okay John you go and get yourself a girlfriend. Hope this relationship lasts (it probably won't). Looks like Sherlock is interfering with the date... goddammit. Oh fuck the second hand embarrassment is killing me.

The yellow filter is ass. Stop this. Also is that a goddamn crossbow. It is. Sarah is also... a character. I guess. Very dull and uninteresting, clearly only there for John's character arc. Is this how most — if not all — of the women are going to be?

John you're in a room with a killer that has seen your face. There is no way this ends well. Also expecting Sherlock to get a gun to his head or something. Never mind he almost gets a sword to the face. WATSON YOU'RE A BETTER FIGHTER THAN THIS-- Oh Sarah is a badass. Okay, I guess she has a bit of a character.

Sherlock you need to eat. Also please stop being an ass to Sarah she's trying to help-- in fact she's actually helping!!!

Nice callback to the first episode, Sherlock knows German! Also this is canon to the books! He knows a ton of European languages as does Watson! Although Watson's Italian is canonically worse than Holmes'.

Thats not Holmes knocking at the door. Aaaand Watson is down. Watson abducted? Is Sarah a double agent? Sherlock is going to go apeshit. Never mind Sarah isn't. This relationship isn't going to last-- creepy camera lady just called Watson "Holmes". Oh yeah, this relationship is not continuing. Sorry John.

Sherlock Holmes to the rescue! Kinda acting like Batman but this is also accurate to the books! Really nice touch to show off his ability to confound his enemies in combat. Also add one to three "John has killed a man to protect Sherlock" counter.

"Don't worry. Next date won't be like this." IF THERE IS A NEXT DATE???? WHAT????

Accidentally posted early at this point but I'm just editing the post.

PA Lady has the hairpin. Oh my God, she has the hairpin. It's over a thousand years old.

Oh look someone just left a cipher mark outside. Is this a goddamn Moriarty thing? Are they only here because of Moriarty? I need to make a separate rant about Moriarty at some point because the entirety of the Sherlock Holmes fandom just latched onto him when CHARLES MILVERTON WAS ALSO RIGHT THERE

Anyhow that's episode 2 done. Feels really kinda racist, John gets to do more but also is kinda not smart sometimes, and Sherlock is an ass. Oh and Moriarty cameo. Yippee... see y'all for episode 3 later. Sun signing off

[starjane312]

Spider x Oc

Big Masterlist

Masterlist

Chapter 6

After a while the Door opens.

Q: Are you dressed ?

J: Yes.

He steps inside.

Q: Come with me.

We follow him to A helicopter.

Q: Get on the Ship, find a seat and keep out of the way.

We get on the Ship. I sit down and spider plays with a Gun. I shake my Head at that.

Q: Woa, hold on there Hotshot !

He pushes him down next to me.

Q: You listen up. There are Tracks built in your Masks. We hit the Ground and either of you take off, I’ll have you back in two minutes and I will give you an old-school ass-whippin’. Understood ?

We both Nod.

Q: Understood ?

S: Yes sir.

I roll my Eyes.

Q: We up ?

Li: Team’s up.

Quaritch leans outside and smacks the Window. The Heli takes off. I enjoy the wind in my Hair. In the middle of the Jungle we land and get out.  We walk a little away from the Heli. 

Q: Alright that's enough.

Me and Spider climb on a Log.

Q: Jake Sully’s gone to Ground. Don’t matter. Wherever he is we’ll find him, and his Bat shit crazy wife too.

 The other chuckle.

Q: To do so, we go Na’vi. Full tilt all the way. That means we eat Na’vi . We ride Na’vi. Think Na’vi. And that starts with speaking the Language.

Both me and Spider chuckle. They all look at us.

S: You call that Speaking the Language ?

J: You sound like a Three year Old.

Q: Alright smart guys. You just went from bein’ our Monkey Mascot and cheerleader to official Interpreter. 

J: Alright. 

We spend the Days in the Woods. It is nice being back here. Spider and I share a Transportable Air bubble thing to eat and sleep in. It’s the First night. We sit around the Fire. Me and Spider just got our Food. I take his hand but before I can begin to Pray the others start eating.

J: Living the real Na’vi way, huh ?

They all look at me.

Q: You got a Problem ?

J: We pray before we eat. Thank Eywa for the Food and the Sacrifice. 

Q: Okay then.

He lays his food down.

?: Are we really …

Q: Yes.

J: Thank you Eywa for the Sacrifice, So that we have food and the Strength we gain. 

I open my Eyes and Start eating. The others do the Same. It’s the middle of the Night, only a guard is awake. It is my Mother and I sit on a Tree stump.She sits down next to me.

Z: Can’t sleep ?

J: Nope.

She nods. I see her hesitating to say something.

J: Yes ?

Z: You know I’m your Mother right ?

J: I do.

 She Nods.

Z: That’s good. Do you know …

J: About my other Mother ? Yes I do. That’s why I took her last name.

Z: You Probably have a lot of Questions.

J: I do.

Z: You can ask me You know. I have my Memories from when I was Human up until the Fight

 I look at her and think for a Moment.

J: Why did you do it ? Attack the Na’vi ?

Z: They left me no choice.

J: The Na’vi ?

Z: The Big guys. They Financed you and would have killed both you and Lyra if I didn’t do as they said. I didn’t want to test their patience. Lyra hated me for it. But I couldn’t tell her why I did what I did. There was too much at Risk. It’s crazy that they would have killed a Baby. You were only a few months old.

I smile sadly and look at my Hands.

J: How was I created ? I mean I know that you two didn’t … have me in a Natural way.

Z: The Docs took both our DNA’s and did some Lab work. You grew in a Tube like the Avatars. It was weird.

I chuckle.

J: I believe that. It was weird to see my True Body grow in that Tube.

Z: You have an Avatar ?

J: I do. It’s beautiful. I just worry. I can’t shift rightnow. I just hope they’re taking care of it. 

Z: Does that Boy have one too ?

J: Yes but Spider's True Body is Still growing. Only a few months left until he is ready. 

Z: You keep calling them True Bodys. Why ?

J: We both believe that we should have been born Na’vi. It wasn’t Nice growing up in this Human body around Na’vi kids. You have so many disadvantages. The fastness, the strongness. The Air thing.

From the Corner of my Eye I see her Nodding.

Z: Do you know how Lyra died ?

[amethystpath-writes]

A Gentle Blade Part 19

Part 18 here

I lied. The dinner will be next chapter. In the meantime, enjoy the tension pre-dinner.

@tears-and-lilies

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"Have you thought up a new plan, Your Majesty?" Sir Guard only said it to prevent himself from acting gleefully when he saw Leera behind the queen. She was okay. She wasn't limping, wasn't groaning or moaning in pain. The assassin was okay.

Rennera ignored him, telling her walking captive, "You will walk over there, take the seat beside my future king and you will not utter a word until our feast has begun." Sir Guard watched the assassin make a confused look. He wondered what it meant, what the two discussed when the queen left him here.

As she spoke, the queen scanned the table. She bit her lip then said further to Leera, "If there should arise a time that my company speaks to you directly, you are to only say things that will be in my favour. If-"

Leera paid no attention, Sir Guard could tell. She met his eyes and they remained locked there.

Both parties of the stare felt relief. Both were a little more at ease seeing the other unharmed, or at least for the most part. The prince's hair was still wet from when Rennera dumped a tankard of water on his head. He was still adorned with the gilded rope, still uncomfortably tied to the chair he sat on.

On this note, Sir Guard broke the two's eye contact, looking at the assassin's free wrists, ankles, throat, any and everything that could be decorated with chains, rope, leather, or shackles. Leera was entirely free, so why wasn't she attacking? Only her lips had to be sore right now. Sir Guard figured maybe they tortured her while he was unconscious from the poison, but...Well, the assassin walked fine. There were no winces, no gentle touches to sensitive spotted bruises, no signs of complaint. Leera was perfectly fine, except maybe her lips. She hadn't spoken yet, and she was still at the other end of the table so Sir Guard couldn't tell if her mouth was still pained.

He glanced at her eyes again only to see hers had never left his own. It suddenly became very clear why she hadn't tried to leave already. A part of Sir Guard naturally assumed it might have been because she was out of practice, unsure if she could successfully take anyone down. This wasn't it, though, and he knew that now in her gaze. Leera wasn't going to leave him. The prince didn't deserve her- in whatever way he had her. The two weren't an item. He didn't think so anyways. Either way, Sir Guard didn't feel worthy of her friendship- or whatever it was they shared.

"Go. I told you to sit." Leera nodded at the queen before walking around the other end of the table, coming to Sir Guard's side where she eventually sat. They didn't look at each other now, and they wouldn't dare do as such until there was a distraction.

The queen tutted. "That won't do. Guard," The prince's attention snapped up to her and he shook his head.

He wasn't a guard, not anymore. He had no need to respond to that word except by Leera's mouth. Sir Guard, he thought to himself and almost laughed aloud.

"How many generals will there be?"

"Only two, Your Majesty. Then two kings and a..." The crooked guard who straddled Leera and taunted Sir Guard searched for the correct word. "An emissary, of sorts, I suppose."

"An emissary? What king is so cowardice that they'd send an emissary my way?" Rennera dug her nails into one of the decorative chairs around the table. She was still at the other end, but she was making her way to the head seat of the table now. All of the chairs were noble looking, with their brightly coloured fabricated cushions. They could almost be considered thrones. The queen's guests will sure feel welcomed, the prince thought.

"Thharewood, my queen." Crooked answered. "Their king is sick, has been for weeks now. The journey would surely kill him."

It took all of Sir Guard's might not to react. Thharewood. That was his home, his kingdom. He swallowed, listening.

Rennera took her seat with a hum. "Has he no heir to send away instead of an emissary? I feel offended."

Sir Guard swore he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. His hands were becoming moist with sweat. Despite his efforts not to, his eyes darted around the room. He looked between the empty tankard on the table in front of him, to the table itself, to the queen, and to his lap. The prince shifted in his seat, readjusting his shoulders against the chair and beneath the rope.

"The only heirs are a missing prince and two young princesses, Your Majesty."

"Missing prince, you say?" The queen admired her nails. Leera looked to Sir Guard; he felt her gaze like a soft whisper on the back of his neck. He never told her he had siblings. "I wonder what happened." Rennera hummed, letting Sir Guard know she didn't truly care. He felt relieved.

"Some think he drowned in the floods in the western valleys," Crooked explained. "Others think he killed himself after finding the lover he was meant to run away with dead in the woods."  After a long awkward pause, he finished, "That is all I know of the matter, Your Majesty "

The prince scowled for two reasons. The first was this; he didn't know there'd been floods in the valleys. The seasons must have been changing again. It seemed like a quick change, and if people believed he died in those supposed floods, that means surely enough people suffered that the rumour was believable. Sir Guard wished he could have been there to help. Was it better to help one person through misery you caused or help many through a natural disaster? The prince felt more guilty than he already did for suggesting the former. He moved on from that, giving another reason to his scowl. This was that people believed he had a lover, even more so that he would kill himself for said lover. Sir Guard never took up lovers. It was too dangerous. Loving anyone meant putting them at risk. The world was filthy and enemy kingdoms liked to hold ransoms. No, he didn't have a lover.

Who would have guessed the prince went missing to punish himself for a silly mistake he should have known not to make?

"Two generals and an emissary," the queen said. She laid her head in her hands, elbows on the table. Rennera was thinking.

Does she not have a plan? Sir Guard wondered. The queen sure as hell couldn't tell everyone they were lovers, not if she intended on keeping him tied up like this. And he knew Rennera wouldn't release him. She didn't trust her future king not to do something, anything. Maybe the queen feared he would try to kill himself again.

The prince shook his head. He hadn't meant to almost die. His liquid tipped finger had so little on it that he thought it would only hurt, and he deserved to hurt for everything he put Leera through. Of course, putting the poison on his tongue was also proof of allegiance. He was so afraid Leera would think he sided with the queen that poisoning himself was the only way he could think to show he only wanted to protect the assassin. But, he knew if Leera had been able to say she believed him, he still would have consumed the poison. Again, he deserved it.

"-should stay in that seat. He is the future king, Your Majesty."

"Hm, I suppose you are right."

Sir Guard was thinking long enough to himself that he missed what the queen had been saying.

"Bring four wooden chairs then, instead of five. Two for the generals, one for the emissary, and one for my dearest assassin."

"Yes, my queen."

Wooden chairs? Two other guards in the room were collecting the throne-like chairs and dragging them away, while Crooked left to fulfill the queen's demand.

Two for the generals and emissary. Sir Guard had been so impressed that Rennera would be treating her guests nicely, all like equal royalty. Now, though...There was no way she had a plan, unless it was to piss off the generals and non-royals. Well, Dogars won't care. The prince's friend would expect it from this kingdom. The generals, though, would be quite offended at seeing how they were thought of as servants, rather than political icons.

His mind whirled back to Dogars. He never thought about his father assigning his best friend to do political business in his absence. If he'd have thought about it, Sir Guard would have actively hoped the king of Thharewood wouldn't do that. It wasn't that Dogars couldn't handle himself; it was that politics were terrible. No matter what you did or said, you were always doing the wrong thing. And to be in a meeting with so many other kings and generals, there were bound to be more mistakes than there were against just one person.

And what would Dogars do when he saw his very own prince tied up in golden rope, in their largest enemy's palace? What would he do when the queen said they were betrothed? How would Sir Guard respond?

Double-edged blade, my ass. This was an infinitely-edged blade. It was a sphere made of needles and everyone would be tossing it to one another tonight.

Crooked returned with the wooden chairs. Leera stood completely on her own, without the queen or the guard's instructions. Crooked had smiled at her, one side of his mouth lifting while his nostril flared. He set the chair down and the assassin took her seat as soon as possible.

Rennera commented, "Look how great my dearest assassin is behaving." She sighed. "I might actually let you eat a full meal today." Leera said nothing.

Soon after, a guard opened the dining hall doors, telling the queen that representatives from Eliaph, Harcose, and Termine had arrived and were directed to guest rooms before the dinner.

No Dogars yet.

Just as he thought it, the message delivering guard said, "The emissary from Thharewood was spotted a village away and should be here soon. Would you like for the others to be escorted to this room now, Your Majesty?"

"Not yet, but I do need you to take my assassin and have her bathed. She may choose whether she bathes herself or has a female servant do it for her." Rennera looked over to her two captives, "And Leera, dear, make it quick. We have little time, but I will not allow you to insult our guests with your stench."

"Might as well have our cell cleaned, as well. You are lucky neither she or I have become sick from the close living proximity of our own bodily waste." If he weren't restrained, Sir Guard would have taken a fake sip out of the tankard in front of him. "Not to mention I need a bath as well. You do a poor job taking care of other humans. I hope you don't intend on having any children." He heard Crooked take a step in his direction. The prince smiled as Rennera motioned for him to stand down.

"Very well. Send a servant to the assassin's cell and have it cleaned." Then, "Be sure my betrothed receives warm bathing water."

The guard who came in about the representatives began walking over to Leera, who stood as he approached.

Sir Guard didn't stand, not only because he was still tied down, but because he wouldn't have stood yet to begin with. "And for Leera?"

Laughing, the queen said, "She will get what is most easily accessible."

"I want her to have the warm water. Give her mine." He said this to the guard standing behind Leera.

"Excuse me, you are in no position to make demands," Rennera said, and her voice edged on anger.

He turned his gaze to her. "Well I know my arms and legs aren't heavily available," He wriggled beneath the rope for effect. "But my mouth still works. I think that's position enough."

It was fascinating to watch the queen's face twist in aggravation. He couldn't tell if she was acting or if she was really becoming irritated. Perhaps both.

"If you continue to be smart, I'll have you gagged again."

"Gagged?" It was the first time Leera had spoken since she came into the room. All attention went to her. Her eyes were wide, as if she were shocked and scared of her own action. Nevertheless, she continued, "You never said you gagged him, or that you would do it again." The assassin spoke slowly, and Sir Guard finally took the time to notice that her lips were still swollen, but much less than they were before. They looked more healed, but by Leera's slow speech, he could tell they were still sore.

Crooked stepped forward and this time the queen didn't stop him. His hand fell on Leera's shoulder and she stiffened.

"There's no harm in what she just said. Leave her alone." Tensions were becoming too high if Leera was getting thrown into the mix. Sir Guard decided he needed to mellow out, stop antagonizing if only for the assassin's sake. "I'll keep my mouth shut. Just don't...don't do anything to her. Please." He'd been trying to make the queen angry with him, not her.

The guard didn't release Leera until the queen nodded. "If either of you act out again, I promise that you will regret it." She hummed. "And if that isn't enough to convince you, think about each other." Rennera smiled, and Sir Guard could imagine venom dripping from her teeth.

Sir Guard opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. It was a simple question, a confirmation, but would she hurt Leera for it if he asked? Now that he thought about it, he had two questions, not one.

"Go ahead. Speak, my future king." He hated that endearment.

"You'll give her clean water?"

"Of course. It'd be exhausting if she got an infection somewhere or became sick."

He nodded, waiting for further permission to speak, so as to not harm Leera. Rennera urged him to go on. "I want to know what is allowed versus what is not ahead of time. You got upset with me for being 'smart' though you never explicitly said I couldn't. What are our limitations?"

This made Rennera think. "My dearest assassin knows her limitations already, I trust?" Sir Guard turned to see Leera nod. She took a deep breath as she did so. "So it is only you who is unsure."

The queen went on to explain that Sir Guard was only allowed to speak to 'my dearest assassin', unless Rennera specifically addressed him to speak. That meant if a guest asked him a question, he was to remain silent until prompted by the queen. He wasn't to complain about anything, even if someone asked what he disliked about his stay. Sir Guard doubted he would receive this question once they saw him wrapped in rope. They would know his stay was involuntary.

***

The assassin finished bathing and dressing quicker than the prince. This fact was mostly due to the fact that she had old and cold water. She believed it was regular temperature for some time, but they'd made her wait to get in until they found her change of clothes. The water was freezing by the time she slid in. Having said that, she slid out just as quickly. She wanted to wait, just stand in the sunset-lit room, but guards and servants ushered her out as soon as she dressed. Leera sat at the dinner table for nearly fifteen minutes alone with the queen and her new personal guard, alone, before Sir Guard finally arrived.

During her wait, Sir Guard had a very pleasant experience- physically. Otherwise he felt miserable knowing some rough handed servant was probably shoving Leera's head beneath the water to rinse it through. They were probably half-waterboarding her. All the while he got to lay in a tub, in a room, all alone. His guards waited outside...He had to shake himself of the terrible thoughts of Leera's treatment. Rennera had told the two that unless one misbehaved, the other was safe, and Sir Guard had been civil while he was escorted to his bathing room. There was no reason Leera would be in pain, only possibly cold from unwarmed water.

When Sir Guard walked into the dining room, he noticed Leera already sat in her seat. She looked at him, looked down, up, down. Was she apprehensive of him? Why? Nothing was different about him except that his brown hair- which likely looked black before- was perhaps a bit fluffy. He wore royal clothing instead of rags. Other than those two things, there was nothing even relatively shocking.

The prince peered behind himself, thinking maybe- just maybe- Leera had been nervous about something else. Maybe a guard was about to knock him on the head so that they could secure him to the chair again without fear of struggle. But there was no threat behind Sir Guard. Another guard, sure, but she was no danger right now. Her face was stern, but it didn't scream 'I'm going to club you in the head with the butt of my sword'. What was the assassin anxious about?

Sir Guard sat semi-cautiously, expecting every one of the queen's Guard to launch at him with shackles and chains, gilded ropes and dirty rag gags.

They didn't jump at him per say, but with the queen said simply, "Restrain him," they wasted no time in grabbing either wrist and forcing them behind the throne dining chair he sat in. He winced as the bruises from before made contact with the edges of his seat once again. Sir Guard was thankful, at least, that they didn't gag him.

Soon after, the queen called for a guard to bring in the guests. Sir Guard never found himself praying before, but he did now.

******

Part 20 here

[bnhabadass]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader Genre: Smut, 18+, Mafia AU Trope: Woke up married Dialogue Prompt: “Aren’t we supposed to be working?”  Warnings: overdosing on cold medicine, mixing cold medicine with alcohol, dub-con, mentions of sex while unconscious, vomiting Word Count: 4,480

This is my contribution to this month’s bnharem collab. I was so happy when I spun the roulette wheel and it landed on my favorite au, the mafia au. I hope you all enjoy and make sure to check out everyone else’s contributions here. Also a big thanks to @doinmybesthere​ for being my beta reader and putting so much work into creating the master list for this collab.

“A fever? Are you fucking kidding me?”

You winced at the voice coming out of your phone. You were curled up in bed, a heavy futon draped over your achey, chilled body. “I’m really sorry,” you croaked into the receiver. “I can’t get out of bed; there’s no way I’ll be able to come into work today.”

“You know how important tonight’s meeting is.”

You could feel the fire in the eyes of your underboss as he spat at you about how important tonight’s festivities were. You couldn’t care less. You hated the guy, but more importantly you hated your father for getting you in this mess.

A debt needed to be paid and your family couldn’t afford to take out a second mortgage on the house. So your father, as smart as he thought he was, went to the nicest restaurant on the far side of town where the boss of one of the most dangerous mobs in the city stationed his office.

A debt for a debt. That’s what he told you as he came home smiling with a big check in his wallet. No one in your family knew where he got the money, but he seemed confident enough that he’d be able to pay it back.

A month went by and one day, three scary men knocked on your apartment door. They said they were there to “collect”.

You were terrified. You thought they were there to rob you, to take the money you had been saving in a rainy-day fund. But no, they came to collect you. Now, it’s been four months and you’re still stuck doing odd jobs for them--grocery and coffee runs as well as spending reports and other money related things you are less than qualified to do.

You hate your job. You hate having to put up with the unorthodox hours and the unsavory jobs and the complaints about your work ethic and the having to do it over again because you didn’t do it right the first time. You want out. If you weren’t positive that if you left they would be able to hunt you down, you would have fled the country by now.

But your father’s debt still hasn’t been paid.

“Look,” you pleaded. “I can come in tomorrow and work double my usual time. Please, Kirishima-san, I just need the day to rest.”

“Not a chance. You’re coming in today and that’s final. If you don’t, well, then maybe we need to take an extra payment from your parents.”

Before you could even process what he just said, he hung up the phone.

Another payment from your parents. You couldn’t possibly let them take any more from your family. With a new threat looming over your head, you mustered up enough strength to push off of your futon and get dressed for the clients’ dinner.

By the time it was 7:00 in the evening, you had taken a large swig of cold medicine and were ready to spend the night serving these criminals.

Outside of the restaurant, two bodyguards were stationed at the front door and one at the back entrance. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe. You, on the other hand, were tasked with serving your boss’s clients, so your outfit differed from theirs.

You were dressed in attire suited for waiting tables. Black slacks stretch across your legs and your pristine shirt was smoothed against your body. A tight black vest clung to your chest and pressed against your boobs, squishing them together. If it weren’t for the fever, chills, and headache, you would look like you belonged with this crowd of criminals.

You flashed your ID to the guard at the back door and he nodded you in. Your eyes had to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lighting, but once they did you saw how busy everyone was. It truly was one of the most important nights for your boss, so you understood why you were needed. Still, this night would truly take the most out of you.

“Oi, (L/n),” one of your boss’s associates called for you. “Take these to table four. I’ve been covering your ass for the last twenty minutes.”

“Of course, Kaminari-san.” You bowed your head and skirted over to the table where two well-dressed men spoke with one another in a hushed tone. You placed their meals in front of them and bowed your head.

“Wait,” one of them called as you began to walk away. “I asked for a Jasmine tea. This is Sencha.”

“Yeah,” the other one piped up. “And I asked for a Sencha tea and this is Jasmine.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell into the abyss and slap those men across the face. But of course all you did was bow in apology and take the cups back. Kirishima’s words to you over the phone rang loud and clear in your mind.

“Anything they need, you get it for them. These are important people the boss works with and we can’t have idiots like you messing this up for us.”

The men smirked at you and as you turned around to grab their “correct orders,” the man who ordered the Jasmine tea leaned over to leave a hard, painful smack across your ass.

You froze but didn’t say anything and walked away.

It was still early in the night but you had run yourself thin. You needed to sit down or to at least take a sip of water, but there was no room for breaks as you bounced from table to table getting the people what they wanted. You had even left the venue a couple times to retrieve items like the proper creamer one client required in their coffee.

Your throat was so sore and dry and it was aching for a break. Your entire body was aching for a break. But as you saw someone sitting at one of the tables raise her hand to wave you over, you had to put all of your aches aside to tend to her needs.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bowed your head. “How may I assist you?”

A small smile was on her dark red painted lips. She seemed to be searching for something as she eyed you up and down. “Do you happen to know when Bakugou-san will be joining us?”

Bakugou-san… Were you supposed to know who that is? You had never heard the name before, although you knew your boss had many ties throughout the district. It could be one of them.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I could ask my supervisors if they happen to know.”

She waited a moment. She seemed to be searching for something in your expression. “That’s all right. You may go back to work now.”

You bowed and thanked her.

Bakugou-san.

The name did sound familiar, but you’re not sure where you could have heard it. It wasn’t until you were deep in thought, trying to recall where you had heard the name, that you could feel something pushing up against your throat. Oh god. Your stomach was churning.

You ran to the bathroom, pushing someone out of the way to get there. You’d probably hear an earful from Kirishima for pushing a guest, but you needed to find a toilet before--

Oh no.

You barely made it into the stall before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Your legs collapsed from under you and you kneeled in your vomit as you coughed up your stomach lining into the porcelain bowl.

Tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breathe while hacking everything you had into the toilet. The black eyeliner you threw on before leaving the house had smudged into raccoon eyes around your lashes.

You rested your cheek against the toilet, ignoring all of the germs that were most likely crawling up your skin and into your pores. The toilet seat felt cool against your burning cheek and watering eyes. You thought you could die happily here, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in a pile of your slowly cooling vomit.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working here?”

Your eyes shot open, and in trying to stand up you slipped. Your ass landed in the smeared vomit. You winced and let out a drawn out, “fuuuck.”

It took you a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up at the man in front of you. And boy did your eyes widen. He was clearly a guest at the clients’ dinner. His blonde hair was slicked back and the bulge of his muscles under his crisp black button down didn’t go unnoticed by you. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and as he crossed his arms over his chest, his sleeves began to tighten.

“Who the hell are you and why are you puking on the floor?”

It took you a second to find your voice. “I’m, um...” you trailed off. “(L/n), sir.” You cleared your throat. “I am a worker for the person hosting this dinner.” You tried to stand up and bow, but he put a hand up to stop you.

“You work for them.” It was a statement not a question, but you nodded anyway. “Why? What do you owe?”

You’re not sure why he was asking, but his intimidating glare compelled you to answer his every question. “My dad owes them money,” you admitted. “And he wasn’t able to pay them back.”

“Who do you mean by them?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t even know what these people did. For all you knew they were drug mules or assassins. You never wanted to know what they did when you were roped in. After all, the less you knew meant you could have more of a normal life. “The boss,” you finally answered. Who the boss was, you weren’t sure. You answered to Kirishima but he didn’t have much power aside from ordering around you and every other person unfortunate enough to be roped into working for them.

The man in front of you scoffed. “Get up.”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit you. The man led you out of the bathroom, and as you walked behind him, people who passed the two of you stopped and stared. Oh no, it had to be from the vomit stains on your leg and down your shirt. You probably stank to high hell and your eyes wouldn’t stop watering from your fever.

The man stopped and you had to keep from bumping into him. “There’s an extra work shirt in the closet,” he said. “There should also be some slacks in there. Leave your dirty clothes in a pile and I’ll have someone collect them.”

His voice was demanding and it took you a moment to register what he said. It wasn’t until he snapped in your face that you moved.

“We don’t have all day, princess.”

You flinched and nodded before scurrying into the closet and flicking the light on. Inside the closet was the restaurant’s sad excuse for a boiler room. The low humming from the machinery brought you back into the present as you searched for the change of clothes you were promised.

There was a crisp white shirt folded on one of the shelves as well as a few different slacks in varying sizes. The shirt was a size too small, so you had to leave the first couple buttons popped open. Before leaving the closet, you tried to think about who the man was and why he was helping you. Was it possible that he wanted something in return?

When you emerged from the closet, he looked you up and down. You were too tired, however, to notice his lingering glare on your chest and the way the button down squeezed your breasts closer together.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. You’re not sure why you were too scared to look into his vermillion eyes, but the way he called you princess earlier as he snapped at you had definitely made you tremble in your core, and you swore that if you looked up to meet his eyes, your fever would only go higher and higher.

“Why the hell’d you come here if you were sick anyway? Are you trying to poison everyone in the damn building?” His words were like little bullets that shot at every one of your doubts of coming in tonight.

You thought back to why you had come in the first place. You were huddled up in your futon that morning when Kirishima called. You begged to stay home, right? But you couldn’t. You squinted hard as you tried to remember why you weren’t allowed to rest. “I was threatened,” you thought out loud. It wasn’t directed towards the man but he nodded in any case.

“(L/n) was it, right?”

You finally managed to look up at him with bleary eyes. “Yeah, um...” You couldn’t seem to remember what his name was. Wait, he hadn’t told you. He had just led you around and given you new clothes, but he never properly introduced himself.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said as if he could read your mind. His lips turned up into a smirk. “But call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you mumbled. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You had heard that name before, but where. “Bakugou,” you mumbled again as if you were trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. “Bakugou-san.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Oh!” It hit you like a ton of bricks and as soon as you shot up, you had to recoil because of the ache in the back of your neck. “There’s a woman looking for you, Bakugou-san, er, Katuki,” you bowed.

He just chuckled. “There’s a lot of people looking for me tonight. Who was it?”

That’s a good question. You squinted as if you were looking deep into your memories to remember who it was who asked for him. “She was a woman,” you remembered. “With long dark hair and dark red lips.”

Katsuki nodded. “I see the Yaoyorozus are here.”

The Yaoyorozus. You weren’t sure what that could mean but you didn’t feel like questioning it, so you nodded instead.

Katsuki was looking down at you. His arms were crossed over his chest but a smirk that had been playing across his face all night wouldn’t seem to go away. “Feeling better?”

You didn’t feel better. Although you felt cleaner in the new clothes, there was still a throbbing in your head that wasn’t going away and the overhead lights made your eyes water. But the way that Katsuki looked at you like he was expecting you to say yes just drew you in.

He could tell that the way you nodded a yes in response to his question was a lie, and his face fell before pushing a hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Have you taken anything today?”

You had to think back to earlier that day when you brought the bottle of cold medicine up to your lips, not even reading the recommended dose before downing what you could and leaving your home. “Yeah, um, I took some medicine.”

The grin that had been spread across Katsuki’s face returned. “Well I guess we’ll have to get you some more.”

He grabbed your wrist and led you through the halls and over to the bar. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. The world seemed to be going too fast for you to keep up. What you were able to notice was that everyone’s eyes were on you as you gently swayed back and forth, trying to settle yourself down. As you were in your own head, you couldn’t start to picture what everyone else saw when they looked at you. You with your raccoon eyes due to streaky makeup that you couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Here.” Katsuki shoved a glass in your face. “Not necessarily traditional medicine but it’ll get the job done.”

You looked up at the whiskey glass in his hand. The ‘medicine’ was a deep brown color which swirled around as he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed against his thick ones as you took the glass. You lifted it up to your nose and took a deep breath in, gagging at the smell. “Um, I don’t think I should.” You had been warned about mixing alcohol with drugs and the dangers that came with it, but no one had ever told you not to mix drinks with cold medicine. Still, that couldn’t be right, right?

“Come on, it’s good for you,” he egged you on. “Besides, it’ll get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”

You had never tried whiskey before. You were used to lighter drinks, something bubbly with a shot of vodka or two in it. But this was almost too much. You lifted the glass up to your lips and tilted it back. Your lips stung as they made contact with the drink, but you didn’t want to seem weak to Katsuki. He’d taken care of you so far and seemed pleasant enough, albeit intimidating.

As you tipped it back further and took more of the drink into your mouth, Katsuki pushed his hand against the bottom of the glass so you couldn’t tear it away, making sure you would drink every last drop. It stung going down and the cubes pressing against your lip were colder than you expected. You gagged as a couple loose tears rolled down your face from the drink’s burning sensation. You bet you looked even more of a mess now.

“Good girl,” Katsuki said with a low demeanor. With his thumb, he wiped away a drop of whiskey that rolled down your chin.

“And this’ll make me feel better?” You didn’t think you were supposed to drink when you were sick, but you were far too tired to even think about what was wrong and what was right. If he said that it’d make you feel better, then that had to be a good thing. You’re sure of it.

“Sure will.” He placed a firm, calloused hand on your head and stroked down your hair. You nuzzled into his warmth.

It was such a nice sensation that it almost made you forget that you were supposed to be working. That there were people waiting on you to bring them their food and fetch their creamer, people who were ready to slap your ass and laugh as soon as you turned away.

“I have a,” you started, not really sure where that sentence was going. “I have to go back to work.”

As you began walking away, Katsuki stopped you, pulling you back over so your face was practically pressed up against his chest. “No you don’t. You’re sick, remember?”

Right, as if you hadn’t forgotten. But he was right. You were sick and your medicine hadn’t kicked in yet. You couldn’t risk spreading your germs and getting anyone else sick.

You watched the dinner guests from afar. You leaned in to hear conversations about hitmen and other rivaling mobs around town. Some were about money laundering and clients that needed to be taken out, whatever that meant.

At one point, someone asked to pull Katsuki aside and talk alone, but instead he just pulled you closer.

“The hell do you want, Yoarashi?”

Yoarashi was a big guy, bigger than Katsuki, but it was clear even to you that he was intimidated by the blonde in front of him.

“You owe me for what I let you borrow last month.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

To you, they sounded like they were underwater and you weren’t sure what they were discussing, but you were curious to learn more.

“Come on, Bakugou. Work with me here.”

“I’m a busy man, Yoarashi. Now get out of my face before I have my men take care of you.”

Something about the raw power and the threatening tone behind Katsuki’s voice made you excited. You wanted to melt into his words, but you weren’t sure why.

“Busy man?” Yoarashi scoffed. “Come on, Bakugou. You’ve barely been seen all night. Where have you been, fucking this little lackey of yours?”

He didn’t mean you, did he? Before you could even comprehend what he just insinuated, Katsuki turned you around and pressed your face up against his chest. You could feel yourself growing even hotter as you were pushed into one of his pectorals. One of his hands cupped the back of your head. Was he protecting you?

“Listen here,” you heard him say. “Don’t contact us ever again unless you want to end up like your first boss did. I can make your life a living hell and I will, got that?”

“Don’t think I don’t have other contacts, all right? You aren’t the only one in this town with resources, Bakugou.”

You felt something jab into the other side of Katsuki’s chest. Did Yoarashi hit him? A few seconds went by before you heard the snapping of fingers and two men came over to drag Yoarashi away.

Katsuki released the hold he had on you, and you watched as the tall man struggled out of his hold. “You aren’t gonna tell anyone what you saw here tonight, right princess?”

You shook your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you felt when you saw that man being dragged away. You were scared, of course; scared for your own life and of the raw power that Katsuki seemed to hold. But on top of fear there was something else. There was a tingle between your thighs that wouldn’t seem to go away, and there was also a sense of excitement. Out of all the people here, this man was paying attention to you. You were far from Mafia material, but he clearly saw something in you and you wanted more of his gaze lingering on you.

Your mind felt hazy with Katsuki and you wanted even more. You didn’t know what to do when you felt him smooth his hand down your back. You didn’t know what to do when his usual smirk turned into something much more dangerous. And you didn’t know what to do when he leaned over and pressed his lips against your own.

His lips felt heavenly as they explored you. They were soft and welcoming despite his cold and dangerous exterior. His tongue probed its way into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something else which you assumed was just him. He bit your lip and it felt like he smiled when you let out a moan.

When he released, you felt as if the whole world was spinning with Katsuki. You wobbled around a bit and he chuckled. You tried asking if you could sit down, but the words refused to come out. The last thing you remember is seeing the world go black, the sound of the clients’ dinner fading out of earshot, and two strong arms carrying you away from reality.

You were in pain by the time you woke up. Your body, especially your head, ached tremendously and you wished the sun would stop shining so bright through your window. But wait, the window in your bedroom at your apartment faced another building. The sun never shined too bright in the morning when you were at home.

Slowly, you peaked your head out from under the covers and looked around. You weren’t in your bedroom, but you were in a bedroom. The bed you had been asleep in was enormous, but aside from that there was not much else furniture in the room or even any pictures to signify who the room could belong to.

It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized just how exposed you were under the covers. You couldn’t find your clothing anywhere. What were you even wearing last night? Where were you last night?

You remembered being sick and being called into work by Kirishima. You were stressed. You were nauseous. There was a beautiful woman who asked for someone in particular but you were too sick to remember what their name was, right?

And then you raced to the bathroom and met--

A groan from beside you shook you out of your thoughts, and as soon as you saw the person lying in bed next to you, all of your memories came flooding back.

“Morning, baby girl,” Katsuki said.

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth hung open and you felt lightheaded.

Katsuki was shirtless under the covers and you were too scared to ask if he had anything on covering his lower half. “You put on quite the show last night.”

Last night. Where you met him. What did you do last night? “I...” You didn’t know what to say, and that made Katsuki let out a booming laugh.

“Come on, you remember at least a little of it don’t you?”

You shook your head. Then you shook your head again. You couldn’t stop shaking your head.

Katsuki put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped. He had a shit eating grin spread across his face that you wanted to both punch and kiss at the same time. “First throwing up at my party and then getting blackout drunk in front of all my guests.”

“What?” You could barely remember anything. What did he mean ‘his party’? The clients’ dinner was run by…

Your eyes widened as you realized just who you had found yourself naked in bed with. Who had found you puking on the bathroom floor. Who that stunningly gorgeous woman was asking for earlier.

You clamped a hand over your mouth and Katsuki let out another chuckle. “You really were the life of the party.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his side of the bed, and you let him. He dragged his hand up and down your exposed body and roughly cupped your sex. “I had a blast toying around with you last night, but now I want you to be able to remember what it feels like when I bury my cock inside of you, sweetheart.”

You hated the way he was grabbing you and the way he forced your legs to open up for him, but what you hated more than any of that was the way his words made your inner thighs ache and how they instinctively parted just for him.

You turned away as he leaned down to smother your chest with rough kisses, and as you looked over to your left hand, you couldn’t help but notice a diamond ring that wasn’t there the night before.

[atticuswritesstuff]

Chrollo with a smarty pants/genius darling who acts out or tries to escape just because they’re bored/understimulated?

Author's note: I actually really fucking love this prompt so I am SUPER excited for this one. I too get very bored/understimulated often. Sorry, I got to it late cuz I just got back from a Montana trip!

Yandere!Chrollo x Bored!Reader

Summary: Chrollo's darling becomes bored being locked up all the time, decides to take yet another unsupervised trip out of the mansion.

Warnings: Anal/Assplay, overstimulation, punishment, spanking, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, yandere themes, BDSM themes, degradation

Character Description: afab, she/her use that's it

Word count: 4.5k

Attempt number seven. Seven times you had slipped through his fingers since the beginning of the year alone, each time becoming more and more elaborate.

Chrollo scoffed, storming through the woods, scanner in hand. It was beeping softly, indicating you weren't far.

It wasn't like you made any attempt to escape discreetly, jamming a fork into the neck of one of Chrollo's guards, puncturing his jugular before you made your way through the garden to the edge of the forest. As Chrollo watched a recording of it from the cameras, he was shocked at how nonchalantly you stabbed him before calmly walking off. If you had intended to run far, you weren't moving very fast.

The tracker started beeping a little faster now. He was getting closer.

The early April air was nipping at his cheeks, he couldn't fathom how you were out here in your pajamas, barefoot at that. Chrollo was more worried about you than just finding you. While your previous attempts had been clever, methodical, and downright genius, this time was very different to him. As far as he knew, you'd never killed anyone, and now you had decided to not only kill someone but patiently wait for him to be unfocused before sneaking upon him. You planned this.

Chrollo walked a couple more meters, finding the tracker was leading him to the nearby lake. When he came to the forest's edge, he could see you sitting at the edge of the dock, staring up at the moon.

You heard him approaching as soon as he broke through the treeline, it took him a bit longer to retrieve you than expected, although you attributed that to him thinking you were going to try and run far. A couple miles from the house wasn't necessarily far for a commoner, but this was farther than you'd ever been allowed.

Chrollo's heavy footsteps walked the length of the dock, stopping right behind you. He knew you would come quietly, after the first few times, you'd stopped escaping to try and get away, instead, you found the chase to be much more thrilling.

"Time to go, darling," He hummed nonchalantly.

"Five more minutes," You replied, swishing your feet through the near-freezing water, "The moon is so pretty tonight, wouldn't you agree?"

Chrollo gazed down at you, you were surprisingly clean considering you'd just stabbed someone. Not a single drop of blood on you anywhere. The only thing shielding you from the cold being a thin cami and a shamefully short pair of shorts.

Chrollo always admired your body, but the pajamas were a nice touch. They were a recent purchase, baby blue fabric with white lace trim, god how he wanted to tear the set off you.

"I didn't think you'd have it in you to take a man's life, darling," Chrollo stated.

"I didn't either," You chuckled, "But it's done now."

"Why not just sneak away?" He replied, sitting on the dock next to you, "He was unfocused, you could've done it easily if this was where you intended to go all along."

"You're right, I didn't have to kill him," You sighed, bringing one of your feet onto the dock, "I just wanted to see if I could. You left an anatomy book on your desk, I found the major arteries of the body to be very interesting."

"Now that I think about it," You continued, "Maybe I should've run farther, seeing you so desperately trying to find me is rather amusing."

“You enjoy being chased like a rabbit?” Chrollo mused.

“Believe it or not the thrill is more exciting than anything you’ve ever gifted to me,” You scoffed, “At least running gave me something to do that required thought. Something you seem to forget to provide.”

Poking at Chrollo’s care tactics wasn’t smart, but you didn’t know how else to get through to him that your current environment was extremely understimulating, and that you needed more. You could tell he was growing upset, but he wouldn’t dare show it outside of the house.

You pulled your knee to your chest, resting your cheek against it, "Do I have to go back?"

"Of course you do, darling," Chrollo replied, a warm hand rubbing up and down your back, "Why wouldn't you?"

You scoffed, "Probably because being a prisoner of marble and glass is dreadfully boring."

Chrollo's hand stopped, "You think the life I've worked so hard to build is boring?"

"Yup," You replied flatly, "Honestly I thought you kidnapping me would be a lot more fun, but it's even more boring than my old life."

Chrollo was becoming angrier with each word that came out of your mouth.

"Don't get me wrong, I know how hard you try, but my god I don't know how you stand it. You're sweet and all, but you're gonna bore me to death sooner or later, escaping actually gives me something to do," You hummed, pulling your other foot out of the water, "Anyways, we can go back now, this chase was more boring than I expected."

You rose from your place, turning to walk back to your cage. It took Chrollo a minute to get up and follow you, partially from the shock of your completely arrogant and nonchalant demeanor. The person you had become over the past two years almost reminded him of a certain magician he once knew.

Chrollo eyed you as your hips swayed, every muscle in your leg flexing and relaxing as you walked. It was something he adored about you, before he took you, you were one of your tribe's best, strongest dancers. The way you swayed and glided while you did the most basic of tasks was alluring to him. Now, he just watched you sit around and observe everything.

The view from walking behind you wasn't necessarily bad, though. Your pajama shorts gave him a nice view of your ass as you walked.

Sauntering through the woods, you could no longer hide how cold you were, the incessant shivering and blue tint to your skin proved that fact. Your feet even more so from being in the water.

You knew Chrollo was upset with what you'd said, you could tell immediately, but keeping the truth from him wasn't an option anymore. You had started to care for him some time ago. You really appreciated him, but god if he didn't allow you to do something you were going to lose your mind.

When you could just barely make out the edges of the garden approaching, you stopped mid-path, "Chrollo?"

He caught up to you in an instant, "Yes, darling?"

"I don't want to go back if I have to live like this," You felt tears well up in your eyes, "Please."

His hands found your hips, "Live like what? Talk to me darling, how can I make it better?"

"I don't want to just sit around and wait for you to come back. I'm tired of you being at my beck and call. O-Or just fucking sitting around waiting for you to come back," You felt a solemn tear roll down your cheek, "It's so fucking boring. Please just take me with you or give me something I can do for you or-"

"Darling," He cut you off with a firm hand over your mouth, the other still settled on your hip. He shushed you softly, lessening the pressure on your mouth, "Don't panic, I'm listening. I promise I'm hearing you, just speak slowly alright?"

You nodded, he took his hand off your mouth slowly, "Keep going, what can I do to help you?"

You thought about it, more tears spilling down your cheeks, "Take me with you. Don't leave me by myself anymore. I just want to be useful."

Scooping you up bridal style as he headed towards the garden, "I understand. Even in your old life, you were always helping others, weren't you?"

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your head into him. Closing your eyes, you breathed in his scent, trying to commit it to memory.

Chrollo's feet hit the marble floors of the hallway that led into the house, you could feel his warmth returning as he carried you inside.

"While I understand your frustrations, you did try to escape my love," He started, bringing you into your shared bedroom, "And that requires a punishment."

You winced, shaking your head against him, "Please, not again! I'm really sorry Sir I can do better-"

"No," He shushed you, setting you on the foot of the bed, "I have the solution to your problem, but only if you take your punishment, alright?"

You nodded slightly, your tear-stained cheeks slightly puffy and red from the cold.

"Alright," He purred, his hands rubbing up and down your shoulders, "I'll try to make this at least somewhat pleasant for you, ok?"

You nodded once again, finding comfort in the fact that he was at least going to please you.

"Lay back for me," He stated, pushing you back by your shoulders, "I'll be right back."

You stared up at the ceiling in anticipation, the last punishment was hard enough, but you couldn't pass up the opportunity to finally get out of the house. Chrollo had returned from the closet, setting something on the bench at the foot of the bed. He took off his shirt before crawling over you.

"You know what your punishment is, right?" He asked, a face cupping your cheek.

You nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," He whispered, leaning down to give you the softest of kisses, just barely ghosting over your lips as he pulled the knife out of his back pocket.

Pressing it to your throat, you froze, knowing it had already begun.

"Just focus on me, darling," Chrollo whispered against your lips, "I won't cut you."

He kissed you once more, harder this time as he slowly dragged the knife down your neck. It was a 50/50 chance he would intentionally cut you, even if he said he wouldn't. It was the only thing he'd ever lied to you about, knowing that made your heart race.

His tongue invaded your mouth as he slid the knife down your chest, coming back up to cut your bralette off in between your breasts. You didn't even register the pain from him grazing you with the knife until it started throbbing.

You looked down, seeing a thin line of blood-forming directly in between your breasts.

"Whoops," he chuckled, gazing down at the same mark you were. He sat up, straddling your hips and now pinning you to the bed by your throat. Your bare chest tempted him to carve his name into your breasts, then you'd really know who you belonged to. Chrollo briefly cut the straps of your bralette, allowing the flimsy fabric to fall away, revealing your breasts to him.

Setting the knife aside, Chrollo dragged his nails down your chest, briefly squeezing your waist before leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses all over your neck. He trailed downwards, backing off the bed as he kissed your waist, your breasts, swirling his tongue around each of your nipples lightly before backing off entirely.

"Turn over," Chrollo demanded.

"No." You said timidly, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"I'm sorry?" Chrollo replied smugly, "Wanna repeat that, darling?"

"I said n-no," You said, now even quieter than before.

"No? You don't want to be punished?" He asked, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs teasingly.

You shook your head to confirm that you indeed did not want to be punished in the way he was thinking.

"Even after killing my guard and escaping? You sure you don't want to be punished?" He asked again, his condescending tone making you whimper as you shook your head again.

Chrollo sighed, "Very well."

What? He's serious?

Untying the bandana from his forehead, he was quick to grab your hands and tie them together, placing them above your head, "I'll please you since I know that's what you really want."

Your heart jumped in your chest, somehow excited at the fact that you had gotten out of it.

Chrollo wasted no time cutting your shorts off, leaving you completely naked and exposed to him. He brought your legs up to the edge of the bed, bending them close to your chest, "Stay like this for a moment, ok?"

You gave him brief 'mhm' before he left, crossing the room to his chest of drawers. You heard him open it, the soft sound of things being moved around before he quickly came back. Craning your neck up to see what had been retrieved, you were quickly thwarted by Chrollo who pushed your head back down.

"Patience," He sighed, "Be a good girl now, hm?"

You grumbled, but let him hold you down. You knew this routine all too well, reminiscing about the fond memories of your legs pulling against the rope he was now starting to tie around your ankles. He took the time to tie up each leg, making sure they would not be able to come out of the bent position he'd placed them in.

"So pretty," Chrollo cooed, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, "Alright darling, eyes closed."

You shut your eyes as he brought a blindfold to your eyes, the soft silk being tied around the back of your head.

"There, now that you can't fight me," He started, using brute force to flip you over so you were bent over the edge of the bed, knees on the bench, "We can begin your punishment."

"That's not fair Si-"

A sharp smack was delivered to your ass, "Hush."

You went quiet, whimpering into the plush comforter.

"You"

Smack.

"Broke"

Smack.

"My"

Smack.

"Rules"

Each word was punctuated by a harsh spanking to one of your ass cheeks. You were only four in and it already stung.

"I'm sorry!" You cried, trying to wriggle away from Chrollo, "Please Sir!"

"Mm, please what darling? Please punish you?" He hummed, rubbing your bottom with smooth circles.

"Nuh!" You whined, your voice becoming whinier under the threat of fully submitting.

"I told you I would please you, but only if you took your punishment like a good girl," Chrollo hummed, leaving a kiss on each cheek, "Do you really expect me to please you when you're not going to comply darling?"

You whined, wiggling a bit more.

"What do good girls say, darling?" Chrollo asked, softly rubbing your arched back.

"P-please," You huffed.

"Please what, love?" He replied, quietly undoing the bottle of lube he had brought to the bed.

"Please punish me," You whispered, "Sir."

"That's my good girl," He hummed.

Chrollo squirted a bit of lube onto his first two fingers, letting it warm a bit before bringing them to your ass. Mewling as Chrollo started rubbing your puckered hole, he wasted no time plunging a digit into your ass.

"Fuck!" You cried out, feeling him slipping in and out up to his first knuckle. You shook against the rope.

"Aww, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were starting to enjoy this." He teased, pushing his finger up to his second knuckle, "You're taking me so well, I can only imagine how well you're going to do later."

You gave him a long, drawn-out moan in response. He wanted you to beg, either for more or for him to stop, either way, he wanted you to be a mess.

The discomfort started to fade as he pushed his two fingers fully into you. Now, you could feel your arousal dripping as he steadily finger-fucked your ass, trying to stretch you out best he could with just two fingers.

"Already taking my fingers so well," Chrollo cooed, picking up the pace, "I think you're ready to be punished, don't you?"

You shook your head, knowing what would come next.

"Oh come now, don't be like that darling." He replied, slowly pulling his fingers from your tight hole.

You whined at the loss of contact, while it wasn't quite the pleasure you wanted, it was starting to feel good. You waited patiently as Chrollo left the bed, finding the necessary tools needed in his bedside drawer before coming back to the bench.

In one hand, he held a set of purple anal beads that gradually got bigger, in the other, a vibrating wand he fully intended on using on you. While the vibrator wasn't ever used during a punishment, Chrollo saw it to be a mercy for your honesty, therefore, he would keep his word, making his punishment at least somewhat pleasurable for you.

"Tonight's going to be a bit different, love," Chrollo started, setting the vibrator on the bench, he began covering the anal beads in a generous amount of lube, "I need you to trust me, ok?"

You didn't know what he meant by different, you assumed more painful, but knew that there would be no pleasure without pain, "I trust you."

"Good," He hummed, rubbing the first ball against your lubed hole, "You ready?"

Your faint 'mhm' had Chrollo pushing the first ball in, earning a whimper from you. It wasn't much bigger than Chrollo's finger, but you could still feel it. Mere seconds later, he was pushing the second ball in, the equivalent to a little more than two of his fingers.

You were quietly whimpering and mewling into the comforter, hoping he wouldn't hear how much you were enjoying the slow stretch.

"I need your hands," Chrollo announced, pulling you firmly upward by your shoulders, "Put them here."

He shoved your arms down toward your pussy before pushing you back down on your chest. Before, your hands had been resting on the comforter above your head. Now, they were firmly squished between your thighs. You felt Chrollo press something round into your hands before tying your wrists up. Mid-tie, he readjusted the foreign object to rest against your clit.

The vibrator.

You began to squirm a little bit, knowing that this is what he meant by tonight being a little different. You waited patiently as he tied the ropes tight, making sure you wouldn't be able to move it away, then he turned it on.

"Ah...oh fuck," You moaned, the vibrator already working to make you come undone, "Sir.."

Your moans were becoming more sultry, needier, you began panting as your legs worked up to a steady shake, he knew he would break you tonight at this rate.

"See? I told you I would please you," Chrollo hummed, pushing the next ball in, you cried out even louder, "You have permission to cum whenever you'd like."

Knowing this was going to make it a lot harder, he wanted you to submit, to break, "D..Da-Ah!"

You were stuttering as the next ball was pushed in, your asshole stretching around it.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you, princess," Chrollo teased.

"Daddy!" You wailed, giving into the submission he so desperately wanted. Your pussy began fluttering around nothing as the vibrator sent deep shock waves through your pussy, "Please!"

"Please what, princess?" He smiled, palming your ass cheeks.

"Please punish me!" You moaned, needing more stimulation, "I'm sorry I tried to escape! I've been a bad girl!"

The sight of you writhing under him was pathetic, you were truly becoming a mess and he hadn't even really touched you. Seeing how hard you were trembling, Chrollo took pity on you. Watching your pretty pussy clench and release, needing some form of stimulation, he decided to at least grant you this mercy.

Plunging two fingers into your dripping hole, he crooked his fingers, quickly finding your g-spot, "Is this what my darling needs?"

"Yes! Oh, fu-fuck please daddy!" You moaned, fucking yourself on his fingers, "Gonna cum!"

"You have permission princess, it's ok," Chrollo reaffirmed, working his fingers inside you.

It only took seconds, the knot that had been building inside you finally burst, causing you to clench around his fingers. The vibrator held firm against your clit after, the pleasure becoming painful. You started to cry through the blindfold.

Chrollo licked the mess off his fingers before slowly starting to pull the anal beads out one by one. You whined and whimpered as he did so, the action only causing you to clench to avoid feeling empty. It did nothing, Chrollo continued to pull the remaining few beads out, your asshole gaping slightly

"Mm, you're doing so well baby," Chrollo sighed, pulling his own pants down. Pumping his cock a few times before rubbing the crown of it up and down your slick.

"Daddy! D-Don't do that!" You whined, trying to pull away from his ministrations.

"What? This?" Chrollo asked innocently, repeating the action.

You lost it, cumming on the spot as the tip ghosted over your pussy, your shame covered your face in a heavy blush. It barely took anything for you to cum with the stupid vibrator continuing to buzz against your clit at the highest setting.

"S-Sorry daddy.." you slurred, still trembling as you felt your mind go blank.

"Aww, is my baby that much of a cock drunk little slut?" Chrollo teased, pressing the tip of his painfully erect cock into your ass, "I know you are, my pretty little darling wanted to be punished this whole time, huh?"

You heard him, but could barely form enough of a sentence to answer.

Chrollo pushed into you slowly, relishing in the tightness of your ass, your gummy walls fluttering around him as you were overstimulated. The feeling of being full had your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

Once fully seated inside you, Chrollo slowly dragged his nails along your back before palming your ass. Pulling your ass cheeks apart with his thumbs, he gave a few long, slow thrusts, watching the way you clenched around his cock.

"Fuck," Chrollo moaned, "I almost don't even want to punish you with the way this tight little ass wraps around my cock."

You could only moan in response, trembling as he continued his tortuously slow pace.

"How many spankings do you think you'll receive from tonight's actions, princess?" Chrollo halted, only halfway inside as his hands trailed upwards along your outer thighs, "I think forty is a good number? What say you, love?"

"Nuh-uh!" You cried, wiggling against his touch as one of his hands left your skin, "Thirty!"

Chrollo chuckled at your offer, "I was originally going to settle for twenty-five, but thirty works for me, darling."

With a crushing force, Chrollo's hand came down.

Smack!

"Count, or I'll start over," Chrollo demanded.

"O-One," You whispered.

His other hand rose while the other soothed the spot he had just spanked.

Smack!

"Two!"

Smack!

"Three," Chrollo's hands were relentless, switching cheeks each time he smacked you in order to give your poor skin a break. He was merciful enough to rub the spot he had spanked before doing it again.

It took minutes to work your way up to the end, you came twice throughout the process as the vibrator held firm against your clit.

Smack!

"Twenty-eight!"

Smack!

"Twenty-nine!"

Smack!

"Th-Thirty!" You were sobbing, shaking uncontrollably under the weight of Chrollo's punishment.

"There we go, all done," Chrollo cooed, softly rubbing your cherry-red ass as he set another slow pace, "You did so well for me, darling."

A warmth grew in your chest, you really did enjoy being praised by Chrollo, even if it was after a punishment with his dick in your ass. He enjoyed it too, loving the way you clenched around his cock each time he spanked you, it took a lot of focus to not cum mid punishment.

You were writhing the pressure in your core already starting to build again, your trembling never stopped, even throughout your punishment. Chrollo kept up his word to please you, but god at what cost?

"I want you to cum for me again, angel," Chrollo hummed, his hands finding your waist as he began picking up the pace, "I want to absolutely ruin you."

"No no no! Daddy, I can't!" You sobbed, knowing you would be doing more than just cumming if this kept up.

"Oh? Is my princess trying to hide the pretty mess I know she can make?" Chrollo asked, knowing what you were implying.

Grabbing the knife, he cut the ropes from your legs. He rolled your limp form over onto your back, yanking the blindfold off so he could watch as you helped overstimulate yourself. With one arm by your head to support himself, he guided his cock back into your ass, resuming the brutal pace he set.

You held Chrollo's gaze as he went absolutely feral, drilling your ass while holding one of your legs up over his shoulder. You could barely conceal your tears at this point, broken moans showing him just how bad you needed a break, but he was intent on making you squirt before he stopped.

"I know you need this," Chrollo purred, pressing his forehead to yours, "Just give in to my love, your body wants this."

You started to shake harder, legs trembling even more aggressively, he was pushing you to the edge.

"Fuck! Da...Daddy," You groaned, knowing you were only seconds away, "Kiss me, p-please."

Pulling you into his lips as you came, your screams and cries muffled against Chrollo's lips as you drenched his cock and thighs with your cum. You barely registered the feeling of his cock throbbing as he filled your ass with cum. It took several seconds for your orgasm to stop before you were finally able to collapse back onto the bed.

Chrollo was quick to shut the vibrator off as he pulled out, knowing your body had enough. He admired the way his cum began slowly trickling out of your ass while he untied your hands.

"You did so well, darling," Chrollo praised, leaving soft kisses on the inside of your calf, "So so good."

His kisses trailed upwards, his lips softly tickling your thighs as he caressed them. He continued upward with his continued praise and love, making sure each part of you had received some form of physical attention before kissing you passionately.

You were still panting, your heart thrumming in your ears as he brushed your hair away from your face. At least he held true to his word.

With your hands now free, you pulled him in for another kiss, wanting to stay enveloped in his warmth forever.

"So, my little brat," He started, interlacing his fingers with yours, "Was this enough of a cure for your boredom?"

You giggled, giving him a weak smile, "It was, but as I recall, you mentioned what sounded like a more long-term solution to this problem."

"Ah, that," Chrollo sighed, rolling over next to you. You turned on your side the best you could as he gazed up at the ceiling, "I was thinking you could officially become a spider."

Your breath hitched in your throat, "You mean like part of the phantom-troupe?"

"Yes," He replied curtly, "You'd be with me all day every day, same rules apply, but it would give you a chance to use that intelligence of yours."

You grinned, thinking it over, "Sure, why not?"

[writtenjewels]

Captive

Salim was annoyed Dar wouldn’t allow him to speak with their prisoner. Why not utilize his fluency in English to communicate with the English speaker? Dar claimed the American was too volatile but Salim knew the truth: Dar wanted to isolate the man, make him feel ignorant for not understanding their language. And so the prisoner was kept apart with everyone except Salim guarding him.

He knew the other men well, though, and waited for the right moment to approach one of them. Omar was the one most likely to be convinced away from Dar’s orders.

[Brother,] Salim greeted him, [you look tired. Allow me to take the rest of your shift.]

[Forgive me, Lieutenant, but the captain has ordered me to watch the prisoner.]

[I understand. But surely you can take a short break?] Salim clasped a hand on the man’s shoulder in a friendly gesture. [Do not worry; I will make sure the prisoner is secure.] He could see hesitancy in Omar’s eyes and waited, fixing the soldier with his assuring gaze. After a moment Omar wavered and gave a nod.

[Of course, sir. Thank you for the offer.] He gave a salute and walked off. Salim hid his relief until Omar was out of sight. He knew he wouldn’t have much time alone with the American, but hopefully it would be enough.

Salim was surprised to see the prisoner had freedom of movement in his small space, but then he took in the entire scene. True the man was able to pace around, but his hands were tied behind his back and the rope that bound him was tied to a pole. His combat gear was confiscated, leaving him in a blue T-shirt and camouflage-patterned trousers. There was a shemagh tied around his neck and a gray cap covering his dark hair.

The American turned, giving Salim a better view of his face. He looked young-- at least ten years Salim’s junior, if he had to guess-- and his pale face was flecked with dirt and blood. He paused in his step to study Salim.

“Huh. Guess they think bringin’ in a pretty face is gonna make me compliant,” he remarked. Salim noted the accent but was too startled by the words to focus on it.

“You think I’m pretty?” The American flinched and took a reflexive step back.

“Fuck! You can understand English!”

“Yes, I can.” An amused smile touched Salim’s lips. “Now I’m curious how many of my fellow soldiers you also called ‘pretty’.”

“Fuck off!” the other man snapped, which only made Salim laugh again. The American’s eyes narrowed. “Have all you fuckers been able to understand me this whole time?”

“No,” Salim assured him. “I’m the only one who speaks English.”

“Don’t think that makes you my new best friend,” the American scowled. 

“I thought being pretty did that.” Salim couldn’t resist bringing it up again. It intrigued him that the soldier would say such a thing.

“You’re pretty annoying,” the other man retorted.

“Let’s start over,” Salim suggested. “What is your name?” The American pursed his lips and seemed to weigh his options. “Unless you prefer I call you ‘the angry American soldier’.”

“Sounds a little too wordy,” the man judged. “First Lieutenant Jason Kolchek of the United States Marines.”

“That’s even more wordy,” Salim countered.

“No need to be a smart-ass,” Lieutenant Kolchek grunted. Salim found himself smiling again. He could hear Omar coming back; his time was up.

“I need to go, but I’ll try to come back again soon.” Lieutenant Kolchek didn’t respond this time. Salim didn’t know what to make of him yet. He would have to find a way to talk with this soldier more.

[loveislattes]

1 + 10 = Dark and Primal (Predator/Prey) Kink

Summary: Exactly what the title says!

Warnings: Reader is gender-neutral but does own a vagina, primal kink roleplay, semi-public sex, dom/sub, squirting, multiple orgasms, and dirty talk. Ye have been warned!

A/N: This is the first fic drabble to come from the number prompt game!

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@underthedark13

@fruitypieq

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“Tell me something,” A deep, rich voice spoke suddenly, “What’s a darling thing like you doing out here, all alone, so late at night?”

Instantly your head whipped to the side, eyes narrowing to scrutinize the tree line for any sign of the stranger, but found nothing other than darkness in return. You were about ready to continue on your trek and blame it on the sleepless night when the intruder let out a rumbling chuckle, the noise echoing around you in every direction.

Hairs now standing on end, you clutched your bag tighter to your body and asked nervously, “Who-Who’s there?”

“Answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

Your lips suddenly felt too dry, the night too cold, the lamp posts too dim, as you belatedly realized that you’d not seen another person on this sidewalk for way too long. It was just you and this stranger.

“I-I’m just walk-walking,” you stammered pitifully.

Dread pooled in your gut and the sense of being utterly alone and helpless intensified egregiously as one by one all the lamp posts in your line of sight flickered out.

“Ooh fuck,” you whispered.

Finally, your self-preservation instinct kicked in and you took off running. It was a dark night, the moon a sliver in waning crescent and providing almost no light. Every slap of your shoes on the ground felt like a league farther from the man. Even as your heart pounded in your ears and your lungs burned with the taste of blood, you didn’t dare slow down. How far would you have to run? Did you dare take your chances hiding out in the woods?

As soon as hope started to rise, it was quickly dashed back down.

“You humans, so fragile.”

The whispered voice in your ear tore a frantic scream from your throat, fear locking up your legs, sending you tumbling forward. Of course you would fall! It wasn’t until he laughed, a smooth luscious sound, that you realized you were braced tight for an impact that hadn’t come.

“What the…”

When your eyes finally opened, you saw the concrete of the sidewalk uncomfortably close to your face but not touching. And then you were lifted. Darkness shrouded your view as arms tightened around your torso and brought you back to your own two feet. A cool gentle breath caressed the shell of your ear seconds before you felt the familiar shape of a nose against your neck.

“I’m giving you one last chance,” he huffed bemusedly, “Think fast but run faster, little fawn, for it will take all of your abilities to escape me.”

“W-Who are you?!” you gasped out.

As the darkness left your vision and the hands retracted from your sides, he purred almost imperceptibly, “I go by Dark, but you may call me sir.”

Then all at once, you were alone. You hesitantly looked around, eyes wide with fear.

“RUN!”

A fearsome screech of terror scratched your throat raw as you stumbled and took off as quickly as possible. You knew if you stayed on the paved path he’d only catch you just as easily as before. You had to chance the forest.

No matter how quiet you tried to be, it felt like every noise you made called out to him thricefold. Your breaths sounded like alarms in your ears and the forest floor cried out like little spies with every timid step you made.

“Oh little fawn, where might you be?”

“Shit,” you whispered in shock.

How were you ever to evade him? It was obvious he wasn’t human. There was no possible way a human could catch up to you without making noise, could track you so perfectly in a nearly pitch black forest. Of course there were also the insane reflexes, catching you so close to the ground, and his ability to speak clearly to you while being nowhere in sight.

Oh so slowly, you let your guard down as you shuffled carefully through the heavily wooded area and got lost in your thoughts; finding out what he was, felt as important as hiding from him. A soft noise of triumph escaped your lips as you spotted a rather large hollow in the base of a giant tree. Your eyes darted around one last time to make sure you didn’t see anyone before you ducked into the wood shelter.

Just as your back pressed up against the trunk, you heard a twig snap outside. The forest was uncannily quiet, no sound of animals nor wind to impede noises made by either you or him.

“A smart little thing you are, aren’t you?”

Your breath caught as fear slammed your heart into your ribcage like a drum. His voice was close, too close. Another crunch of branches and leaves drew your eyes to the right of your hollow. Even in the darkness of the woods, his black pants stood out against the greens and browns. Your assailant was wearing… suit pants? Despite the silliness of the situation, your nerves only increased as he crept closer and closer to you.

“Where are you?” he sang out lowly.

Hushed humming graced your ears delightfully as he passed you, hands clasped behind his back as if simply taking a nice stroll. You couldn’t control the way your stomach fluttered as the beautiful cadence of his voice filled the hollow. Someone so dangerous shouldn’t sound so inviting.

A quick rush of air released from your lungs as he continued on without incident and relief filled your veins. Head falling back, you let your eyes close and took deep slow breaths.

“It’s adorable that you think you’ve won, my little fawn.”

There wasn’t a word deep enough to describe the bone-chilling terror that flooded your body at the sound of his voice so close. Slowly your eyes fluttered open, only to discover a pair of legs standing in front of your only exit.

“Come out now, admit defeat, and I might even be gentle with you, darling,” he offered slyly.

“Fuck you,” you grit out.

Before you could second guess your actions, you bolted forward, right into his legs. While you were sure you didn't harm him, your actions surprised him enough to allow you the room to shove by. You had made it only a couple feet when hands were on you, one gripping your shoulder while the other pinched around the nape of your neck. A cry of shock and pain fled your lips as he shoved you face-first up against the nearest tree and pinned you with his body. Escape was looking more and more like a fool’s dream and yet you didn’t stop wiggling, trying your hardest to break free to no avail.

“Mmm, I do love it when my dinner puts up a fight, makes you smell all that more delectable,” he purred as his thigh slipped between yours, “And don’t fool yourself into believing I can’t smell just how aroused you are.”

Mortification burned up your face and you bit your lower lip hard to contain the distraught noise that threatened to break forth as he leaned into you. The pressure of his thigh served to further argue his point, your panties soaking up the slick between your thighs.

“P-Please,” you whispered shakily.

“Please what?” he mocked, “Please let you go? Now, you know I can’t do that, darling. I’m absolutely ravenous and you’re ripe for the taking.”

Teeth gently grazed the tender flesh of your throat and sent goosebumps across your flesh.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had such a sweet little human to play with,” he groaned quietly.

Fingers teased the sliver of skin poking from beneath your top, tracing the waistband of your shorts with languid little strokes; teeth mimicking the action against your neck.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this, darling. I’ve smelled your interest since the instant you started to run,” he whispered, giving another gentle roll of his hips.

Before you could contain it, an excited little squeak escaped as you felt the hardening bulge grind against your ass.

“There it is. Give in to me,” Dark murmured, “I promise this will be an experience unlike any other.”

You didn’t dare give an answer. The words felt too wrong on your tongue despite the sudden urge in your body demanding an agreement. As terrifying as he was, there was something about his presence that intrigued you. It felt like there was a war going on in your head as you gingerly wiggled your hips back against him and tilted your head to the side, allowing him full access to your neck.

The moan he gave in return made your knees weak.

In one rough movement, you heard the tell-tale rip of your shorts being ruined and then your hips were lifted in the next.

“Ooh, look at the mess you’ve made of yourself, little fawn,” he cooed mockingly as a finger danced across your lips, “It will be all the easier to make you mine.”

That was your only warning before his cock was lined up against your cunt, thick head breeching every so slightly before he slammed in. Tears sprung up into your eyes and you buried your face harder against the bark as a pathetic cry warbled out. It was devastating and heavenly all at once. When he didn’t follow up immediately, you couldn't help but arch back into him.

“What a needy little thing you are,” he chuckled, “I’m going to have so much fun with you before I destroy you.”

Never in a thousand years did you think you’d find yourself in this position, being hunted down and fucked in the middle of the forest, and yet there wasn’t a place you’d rather be in that moment.

Dark’s pace was brutal, the position even more so. Every thrust of his cock rocked you up against the tree, bark scraping and digging at your skin. Every attempt to move back sunk him deeper inside you. It felt like a never ending sea of desire. It wasn’t long until you were begging for more, until the sting of the micro cuts on your skin was just another layer to the destructive pleasure coiling in your core.

“You want more? You want to come? Then touch yourself,” he ordered huskily, “Rub your clit and make yourself come on my cock while I claim you as mine.”

His meaning came through loud and clear. He intended to mark you in the most primitive of ways, in ways no one had before. You’d never let any other come inside you, too afraid of the risks.

“N-No, don’t-”

Fingers dug into your wrist and jerked your hand down between your cunt and the tree, forcing you where you wanted it most.

“It’s no use, darling, it’s too late,” he snickered, “You’re already in the lion’s den and there’s no escape. Not anymore. You belong to me now.”

You could feel his teeth bared a wicked smile against your skin before they clamped down around your throat. Pain exploded and pulsed through your veins with every beat of your racing heart, and yet it pervertedly only urged you faster. Your fingers shook under the duress of all the sensations assaulting your nerves but you worked them nonetheless, too lost to the desire.

His moan rumbled through your very being as you tightened uncontrollably around him, teetering just on the edge of bliss.

“Mine.”

That one word was spoken with such conviction and punctuated with absolute abandon, all sanity lost as you seemingly became a means to an end; a prey to claim and fill.

“Mine! All mine,” he snarled against your shoulder, “Give yourself to me, now!”

His hand came to cover yours and joined in the efforts, frantically abusing your sensitive nub until finally it all snapped.

“Ah f-fuck, D-Dark, oh my god!”

Your ruse slipped as his name spilled from your lips, but you couldn’t care less as everything coalesced with a vengeance. The pain, the pleasure, the emotions. It was all worth it as your pleasure drenched your thighs, a sob falling from your lips in debauched relief. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy rocked through your core as he fucked you through your first climax into another, and then another.

Stifled grunt and moans shifted gradually into full blown snarls of bliss as he threw your hands up against the tree, pinning both with one while his other arm wrapped around your waist and held you in place.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Shot after shot of hot cum filled your core, palpable with every throb of his cock, and you couldn’t resist melting back into him. With a final few thrusts, he released your hands only to pull you in close and hold you upright as he turned, putting himself between you and the tree as you both came down from the high.

“Holy hell,” you giggled, head tilting back to look up at him.

Dark gave a little chuckle and cupped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks and directing you up into a gentle kiss.

“I promised the full experience. Was anything too much?” he asked.

“Mm-mm. It was perfect,” you whispered.

As best as you could in the awkward position, you snuggled back into him and pulled his arms around you.

“You can hunt me any time you want,” you admitted cheekily.

[kingkatsuki]

What about mafia boss bakugou who has a sweet little song bird wife. He met her in a illegal bar she use to work at (of until he swooped her up). She used to always sing such sweet love songs to him while he sits in the crowd with his men.

She’s so tiny compared to him! Her little hand can only fit in the palm of his. She’s always dolled up and looks like a cute little house wife. Of course she’s always a sweet little thing but sometimes she can be bratty if he doesn’t give her enough attention and those big hands she loves so much on her husband will be coming down harshly on her small plump bottom.

Anytime she’s too bratty or acting out he will pull her by her tiny delicate wrist to some where private and flip the skirt to her cute dress up and pull down those expensive panties he bought her and spank her till he deems enough. After he’s done he’ll pull her panties up and fix her dress and bend down so they are eye to eye and scold her- “if you don’t straighten up now oh oh OH I promise you I’ll give you something to be crying about” his large thick finger that is shaking in her face, scolding her. He always has pretty rings decorating his large strong hands.

Oh she knows quite too well about her husbands hand having rings on them because now her pretty bottom is red with prints of his pretty rings on it. Bakugou would just tell his pretty wife to straighten up and stop being a cry baby and if she’s good he might buy her that pretty expensive dress she’s been talking about non stop. (I went off on this one- is my hand and size kink showing 😳)

“You do it on fuckin’ purpose don’tcha?” Bakugou’s large palm wraps around the back of your neck, bending you over the sink in the bathroom. His other hand quick to flip the skirt of your dress up over your hips as he catches sight of the satin panties you’d decided to wear for the night. Not that you should have bothered, the fabric barely covering anything as he tugged at the crotch, pulling it between your folds as he watched you grind yourself back against his touch, “In trouble and you’re still acting like a bitch in heat.”

“Please, Dynamight, Sir. I’m sorry-” The words roll off your tongue as though you’ve repeated them a thousand times before, knowing exactly how to rile up your lover. Watching the way his vermilion eyes glower down at you as his nostrils flare, a sharp slap coming down on your exposed cheek.

“Think you’re fuckin’ smart, hah?” You keen at his touch, a painful ebb flowing through your lower half as you wiggle your ass back against him enticingly, earning you another smack to the other cheek, “You need to remember who’s in charge here, slut.”

The door to the bathroom opens as a man unknowingly walks in on you, a gentle gasp leaving your lips as you immediately try to stand upright. Bakugou’s firm grip on your neck prevents you from moving anywhere as he turns to face the man, wide eyes but staring directly at your exposed ass.

“Get the fuck out.” The possessive snarl in Bakugou’s voice has your cunt quivering between your legs, squeezing your thighs together to try and give yourself some much-needed relief. Knowing that by that man seeing you he’s already signed his death warrant had a dark kind of pleasure surging through your veins.

You’d never heard someone leave so fast, the door already clicking shut as the man walked to his fate as you knew Bakugou’s bodyguards would be waiting outside for him. Bakugou turns his attention back to you, easily able to tell that he’s pissed from the way his jaw stiffens. Kicking a foot between your legs to spread them, the hand on your neck tightening in annoyance.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growls, another smack catching you off guard as you cry out for him, “You like him looking at you like this, is that it?”

Another slap to your ass soon follows, Bakugou’s eyes watching your skin ripple against his touch as he continues the movements, some landing against the side of your ass, some to your upper thighs and some to your sitting spot. His expensive gold rings catching your skin and adding harshness to the pressure, the metal digging into your skin and leaving small welts in their wake. Every time Bakugou lands another smack against the wounds it makes you throb in a juxtaposition of pleasure and pain. Determined to leave pretty dark patterns against your skin with each slap, “You want everyone to know what a fuckin’ slutty woman I have.”

“No, Daddy. Please. Only want you-” You coo, feeling your skin prickle as he continues his assault on your body. His hand leaving your neck to fist your hair, tugging you up so you can catch sight of your reflection in the mirror. Wide, blown-out pupils as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the bathroom, his own eyes focused on the swell of your ass, unrelenting as he keeps up his pace.

“Stop squirming, you fuckin’ slut.” He snarls, moving his hand towards your hip as your face almost falls forward into the mirror now he’s no longer keeping you upright, your eyes hazy as you move your head back to watch him through the mirror.

You love him when he’s like this, showing his complete dominance and power over you. His large, thick hands splayed all over your body, dwarfing you as he towers over your smaller frame. Rutting his hips against your ass as you feel his desire underneath his slacks, showing you just what you do to him.

“Look at that sloppy little cunt,” His fingers rub your folds roughly, feeling your slick staining against the expensive satin as he presses down on your clit hard, “You’re getting off on this shit, hah? This is what you fuckin’ wanted all along.”

“Never fuckin’ happy until you’re being treated like the whore you are.” You mewl at his words, gasping for breath as he grabs the globe of your ass hard, blunt fingernails digging into the bruised, irritated skin as your lower half tingles, “Not even gonna apologise?”

“Ah, I’m s-oh,” He gave your ass another smack, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry-”

“You should be fuckin’ sorry,” You could feel tears spilling down your cheeks now, clumping in your lash line and smearing messy streaks of mascara along your skin, your bottom lip trembling as sobs wreck through your smaller frame.

“Whatcha cryin’ for? Stupid bitch.” Bakugou continued his movements, alternating between your cheeks as he worked to pull more sinful moans from your pretty lips, “This is your fuckin’ fault.”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.” Your entire body felt ablaze, your skin tingling from his ministrations as you tried to grind yourself back against him, “Want you bad.”

“Want what? Me to play with your slutty little pussy?” You keened at his words, feeling yourself nodding as euphoria clouded your thoughts, “Only good girls get to cum.”

“I’ll be good.” You whined back, shaking your ass as you try to push yourself back against him, trying to entice him into delving inside your velvety walls.

“Yeah right,” He sneered, another smack making you cry out, “Fuckin’ liar.”

“Gonna leave you like this, all needy and desperate to cum.” His hands moving back up to clutch your jaw, turning your gaze to meet his. You can feel just how warm his palm is after his assault on your ass, the reason why your skin feels on fire at this current moment.

“You’re going to go back out there and sit quietly like a good little girl, yeah?” His fingers smushed your cheeks together as you nodded compliantly, “And when we get home I’m going to wreck that pretty fuckin’ cunt and you don’t get to cum.”

He immediately saw the disapproval in your eyes, sheer annoyance glazing over your features as you went to talk back, stopping yourself before you could do so as he smirked down at you in victory. Giving one final gentle pat to your covered ass as he left you standing alone in the bathroom.

Already knowing that there are pretty little ‘B’ shaped marks etched onto your ass because of the insignia on Bakugou’s gold ring.

[maddenleftchat]

Madden my (p) beloved idk if your requests are open rn but for one CONGRATS ON THAT MUCH FOLLOWING OMG and two can you do Wilbur with a darling that has a BAD problem with bottling their anger and sadness so when ever Wilbur is mad at them their kinda like “yes sir np my apologies😁😁😁” and one day after a fight they just lose it and start breaking shit when they think wil isn’t looking (oneshots Drabble or hc format is fine I love any of your writing tbh💕) —🍀

Oh boy! Angry issues! And welcome to the chat ☘️! And thank you so much! I am so sorry about how long this took to come out!

Triggers: Possessive behavior, mention of being isolated/locked in a dark room, Wilbur forcefully gripping readers wrist, mention of glass breaking, swearing, degration, aggressive fighting, unhealthy relationship, manipulation, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

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Wilbur

That was one of Wilbur’s biggest problems with you.

You never spoke your feelings.

He hated it.

He wanted to know what was on your mind.

He wanted to know the ins and outs of your thought process.

But you just made that so much harder, by not reacting when he yelled at you.

Your lack of communication caused you two get in a lot of fights.

Whether it be your discomfort with Wibur’s unnecessary possessiveness.

Or Wilbur’s jealousy about you talking to so many other people.

But at least every now and then, you two will somehow end up in a fight.

And if you were being honest it was just getting annoying, and all your bottled up anger was going to come up sooner or later.

And this just happened to be the time.

When Wilbur argues, he starts out calm, but places most of the blame onto you.

But he’s tricky about it.

He will twist his words in a way that makes you believe him.

He weaves false logic and fact into his accusations.

But if you're smart, or if you just don’t fall for it, then he’ll start to get upset.

And what happens when he starts to get upset?

He starts to yell and scream.

If you push him far enough he’ll even start to cry.

Wilbur is a very unstable individual, so when you fight with him…it's best you keep your cool.

But you just couldn’t.

You had kept your cool for just too long.

So like any other fight, WIlbur started out cool headed.

~

“(Name), I understand that sometimes I can be a bit much.”

“I understand that it can feel safficating, and I promise that I’ll work on it.”

“But you also have to understand my worry. I mean, what if someone hurt you? Or…what if they were using you…”

While Wilbur continued his little rant, as if you were a kid, your anger began to boil.

Why does he talk to you like you were a kid?!

You clenched your fist, and bit your tongue.

You couldn’t take it anymore!

“Why do you talk to me like I’m a child, Wilbur?!” You blurt out loudly.

He would be lying if he said this didn’t take him off guard.

But you continued.

“You treat me like I’m some-…some little fucking puppy!”

“Don’t you understand?!”

“…Wha..?”

“God, are you fucking stupid?!”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?!”

“I”

“WANT”

“TO LIVE”

“MY OWN LIFE!”

It took Wilbur a moment to comprehend your behavior as you continue your tirade.

Wilbur spoke with a firm tone and interrupted you.

“(Name, sit your ass down. Right now.”

“No, no I will not.”

“You can just fuck off!”

“Did I bloody stutter?!”

“Did I ask?!”

This back and forth would carry on for a while.

With it only escalating, until Wilbur did something new…

Not good news.

In his blind red vision rage, he roughly grabbed your wrist and you did not like this.

In an even bigger rage, you ripped your wrist from his grip.

“What the hell?! You fucking freak!”

This insult did not sit nicely.

WIlbur went erie quiet.

But you were too mad to even notice.

In a fit, you grabbed a water glass from the counter and smashed it down.

The glass scattered across the floor.

~

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were on the ground.

Then being dragged down the hall by your wrists.

And locked in a cold dark room. Crying.

This was your punishment.

Wilbur didn’t take kindly to your disobedience.

~

In short: WIlbur will put you through one of the worst punishments. It’s best you take the healthy way out, and share what’s on your mind.

Word count: 625

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