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harryshousekey · 2 months ago

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This is on wattpad (harryshousekey,) but wanted to share a bit of the chapter that freaked my friends out.

THIS IS SMUT. - Harry x OFC // From Harry's POV

Whatever Harry era you want (it's BTA harry in the book)

Vienna is a small blonde with brown eyes :)

He was literally hired to kill her. If you happen to read this psychological warfare of a book i'm writing, leave me a comment over there and we might have to kiss.

Word Count: 5,349

Harry Styles

Her back hit the wall with a dull thud, but she didn't flinch. She stared at me like she could kill me with a look, and hell, maybe she could. Maybe that was why I couldn't stop.

Her pulse thudded under my grip. Fast. Furious.

"Let go," she said, breathless.

"You want that?" I asked, stepping closer. Our chests nearly touched now, heat crackling in the inches between us. "Really?" I move my thigh, almost accidentally. But it wasn't.

My leg now sitting flush against her core, she glares up to me. Hate and lust seep out of her face into my body, and I soak it up willingly.

She didn't answer. Her eyes dipped to my mouth for half a second - too quick for most people to catch. But I did. I always saw her.

I let her wrists go, slow. She didn't move.

"You're a psychopath," she whispered.

"And you're still here."

Something in her snapped then. She grabbed the hem of my shirt harshly and pulled it up just barely, like it was a dare. I eye her back like I had something to prove - maybe I did. That she couldn't fight me off, couldn't pretend she didn't want this as badly as I did.

Angry hands rip the shirt over my head, inked skin now exposed to the cold hair in the house. Her nails raked down my neck as she brought her hands back down, the shirt landing somewhere in the kitchen. My hands found her waist, then her thighs - gripping, lifting, pinning. Her legs wrapped around me like it was instinct. Like this wasn't our first time losing control.

"You hate me," I muttered against her neck, working to leave marks. I love leaving marks.

She bit her own lip hard enough to draw blood. "Exactly."

It wasn't love. It wasn't forgiveness. It was rage and lust tangled up in a heated fire that burned too hot to last. And I didn't care. Not tonight. Not when I finally had her like this - furious, wild, and mine.

My hands slip under her sweater, struggling to pull it off. My sweater. The smell of me soaked the sweater and I can't apologize for the grin that spreads over my face as she throws her head back in frustration as I still work at her neck. I pull back, biting harshly where my mouth was before. The sensation pulls a gasp out of her, and I take the opportunity to get a grip at the hem of her sweater.

Her arms link around my neck for support as she lets me strip her of the warm hoodie, only unlinking to let me pull it over her head. My hand falls back on her lower back, the other throwing the sweater somewhere in the room, careless and thoughtless.

I get back to her neck, her short nails digging into my neck near my spine. I grunt at the feeling, reminding myself to let Elira get her nails done too.

Turning us around, I manage to find the bedroom we'd been sharing. The bed is unmade, sheets pulled back. Perfect.

I drop us onto the bed at the same time, crawling to hover over her and work at getting the rest of her clothes off.

My jeans feel really tight right now. Not yet, Harry.

I find her arms, loosely thrown over my body, and grab them both. Finding her wrists, I gather them in one hand to hold over her head. As much as the pain of her scratching my back feels incredible, I can't fucking focus.

She fucking whines, struggling under my grip to no avail. "Let go," she commands, voice strong despite my mouth below her ear. I pick my head up to look her in the eye, her brown eyes completely glazed over already. Through it, I still see her. She's still fighting.

I laugh at her request, "No."

She huffs, trying once again to struggle out of my hold. I really need to take her to the gym, but the struggle is kind of cute.

I suck back below her ear for a minute while she keeps fighting, leaving a mark that'll probably be purple in the morning. I smile at my own work, mentally patting myself on the back.

Finally letting her arms go back around my neck, she grips harshly once more, left hand sliding up into the base of my scalp. I try my damndest to ignore the feeling, reaching under her to easily unclasp the pretty light purple bra she has on, smirking at her when I get it first try with my left hand.

"Fucking-" I pull her bra out from under her, but leave her covered. I can't just expose her with no warning. "God, you're so cocky." She huffs, too frustrated to hold a sentence.

I grin at her, leaning down to bite the mark I left before leaning into her ear to whisper. "I know, baby."

She pushes the side of her face into the mattress, face scrunched. I take that as my cue to pull her bra off, finally taking her in. Her skin is tan for a girl who's been living on the road, and her breasts relax into her, nipples perking up in the cold air.

I have no restraint at this point. All self-control flies out the imaginary window as I grunt and lean down to take her into my mouth. She lets an untamed moan out, arching up into the sensation. I use my right hand to push her back down by the hip, making her groan in frustration.

I leave my left hand on her chest, touching her where my mouth can't. She pushes up once more, met with restraint as I keep her down, pushing on her abdomen now. "Vi," I warn, voice low, vibrating her chest.

She grunts and rolls her head to the other side, hands pulling angrily at my hair. It actually really fucking hurts. "Just fucking-" she breathes, pulling harder at my scalp. "Such a prick."

I decide not to respond, just pull her hands out and pin her wrists again. I hover over her face, giving her a warning. "Don't move them."

"Fuck off," she spits harshly. I pull my hand down to grip at her jaw, squeezing her face. She looks at me with pure hate, a feeling I revel in.

I force her to look at me, grip tight. "I'm pretty fucking busy right now, so for once on this fucking trip, behave."

I yank my hand away, going back at her other nipple, using my right hand now to keep her stimulated. It almost pisses me off every time she lets a noise out, because I'm not one for foreplay. Rather not split her in half until I can exchange her for my freedom, though.

Gripping her hips harshly, my thumbs traveling cautiously under her waistband. I'm about to ask when she brings her own hands down. The ones I explicitly said not to move. I'd be mad, but she's pulling her own pants down, revealing-

Oh, fuck.

I didn't go with her underwear shopping. Didn't wanna deal with it. Should've sucked it up, because now she's got deep red lace on, the same color as the stupidly tight dress she tried on earlier.

Without another word, she gets her pants past her ass and puts her hands back where I'd just placed them. Behaving.

She might actually make me pass out. I pull harshly at her pants, pooling them around her ankles before she flails her feet around impatiently to get them off entirely.

I exhale through my nose, trying to keep my focus, but it's really fucking difficult with her spread out beneath me like this-panting, glaring, waiting. The lace is deep red, delicate, and so goddamn unnecessary. It just proves my point. She knew this would happen.

I hook my fingers under the waistband, slow, dragging my thumbs over her hip bones, but don't pull them down yet. Instead, I tighten my grip, pressing my thumbs deep into her skin until she hisses.

"Something wrong?" I murmur, pressing my mouth to her stomach, deliberately skipping over the places I know she wants me.

"Yeah," she snaps, trying to shove her hips up. I dig my thumbs in again, keeping her firmly against the mattress.

"Problem?"

Her head jerks up, dark eyes burning. "You're a fucking tease."

I grin against her skin, letting my teeth graze her hipbone. "You just figured that out?"

Her breath stutters-just for a second-but I don't miss it. Her hands, still obedient where I left them, curl into the sheets like she's debating whether to follow my rules or claw at me again.

I nudge my nose against the edge of the lace, moving lower, but at the last second, I move back up. I drag my mouth across her ribs instead, letting my teeth scrape deliberately slow as I kiss and bite my way up to her sternum.

She groans, actually groans, head dropping back in frustration. I love that sound.

I smirk against her skin. "Something you'd like to say?"

"Yeah," she snaps, twisting against my hold. "Get the fuck on with it."

I laugh, really laugh, because she's suffering. She hates this as much as she needs it, and that makes me never want to give it to her.

I push up on my elbows, hovering inches from her mouth, so close she could kiss me if she just swallowed her fucking pride.

"You beg, I'll consider it."

Her eyes snap to mine, and for a second, I think she might slap me.

Instead, she laughs-sharp, humorless.

"You think I'd beg you for anything?"

My grin doesn't falter. "You will."

Her nostrils flare, frustration rolling off her in waves, and then-fucking finally-she moves.

Her hand lashes out, curling in my hair, yanking me down so hard I nearly lose balance. My mouth crashes into hers, violent and demanding, her teeth knocking against mine, and fuck yes.

I let her take control-for a second.

Then I take it right back.

My hands snap up, grabbing her wrists, pinning them above her head again. Her legs kick at my sides, pissed as hell, but she still locks them around me, pulling me closer.

"You're so fucking annoying," she grits against my mouth.

I bite her bottom lip hard enough to make her gasp. "And you're still underneath me."

Her head slams back against the mattress, hands tugging, testing my grip, but she's stuck.

"Harry." My name is a warning, furious and desperate.

I press my knee between her legs, just barely enough pressure. Just enough to drive her insane.

Her whole body tenses.

She stops fighting. Stops breathing.

And then she whimpers.

My smirk returns as I lean down, lips brushing her ear.

"That's close enough to begging, don't you think?"

Her breath shudders against my cheek, but her voice is still sharp, still full of venom.

"I fucking hate you."

I grind my knee against her just to hear her whimper again.

"Then hate me," I murmur. "Just keep your legs open while you do it."

Her whole body reacts before she can stop it-hips twitching up, fingers curling into fists above her head, lips parting just barely like she wants to say something but refuses to give me the satisfaction. I watch every flicker of emotion on her face, every war she fights inside herself, and I let it all sink into me. The frustration. The restraint. The push and pull of someone who hates that they want this and wants it anyway.

I keep my mouth right next to her ear, lips brushing the flushed skin, keeping her caught between every word, every inch of contact I allow. My knee stays where it is, pressing-not hard, not soft, just enough to make her ache for more. It's deliberate, calculated.

Just like everything else I do.

Her breath shudders, and I swallow down the sound, committing it to memory because fuck me, that's addictive. She's so fucking stubborn, and I want to be the one to break her. Not fully. Not in the ways that would ruin her. But enough to make her forget herself, even if just for tonight.

Her legs are locked around me, holding me to her despite the anger rolling off her skin. The heat of it burns, and I want to feel every inch.

I push lower, just barely, enough that her nails scrape at my scalp in retaliation. My jaw clenches at the sting, but I don't stop her-I let her have it, let her pull me down, let her take something back even as she loses the war.

Her voice is a whisper of a growl when she finally speaks, like she has to force the words through clenched teeth. "Let me go."

I press my lips to her jaw, soft but mocking. "Make me."

Her fingers tighten, pulling so hard it forces a breath out of me. She doesn't want soft. Doesn't want sweet. She wants to rip this from me, to tear into me the way I tear into her.

So I let her.

I release her wrists and the second I do, her hands are everywhere. She shoves at my shoulders, pushes at my chest, rolling us until I land on my back and she's straddling me, thighs tightening around my waist. Her breathing is erratic, wild, and I barely get a glimpse of her face before her hand grabs my throat.

I let out a low, dark laugh, dragging my tongue over my bottom lip as I take her in. "That all you got?"

She glares down at me, fingers flexing like she's debating whether to actually squeeze. Her nails dig in, but she won't. She knows it. I know it.

I drag my hands up her thighs, gripping them hard enough to bruise, and she inhales sharply, her body betraying her all over again.

"You fucking hate me," I remind her, pushing up just enough that our bodies align exactly how I want them to.

Her throat moves beneath her own grip as she swallows. Her jaw clenches. And then-so quiet I almost don't hear it-

"I do."

She tilts her hips forward just barely, her exhale catching in her throat, and that's it. That's my final thread snapping.

I sit up fast, one arm curling around her waist, the other tangling into her hair and pulling. She gasps, fingers tightening on my throat, but it's not a fight anymore.

Not really.

Her chest brushes mine, heat searing through every inch of fabric between us, and her breath is so close it sends a shiver down my spine.

I drag my nose against her jaw, slow, deliberate, teasing. "Then show me."

She does.

Her mouth crashes into mine, teeth and heat and desperation. Her nails scrape over my scalp as she pulls harder, hips rolling, pressing down in a way that might actually kill me. I grip her hips, forcing her down, controlling the rhythm, making her feel every second of this.

Her body shakes, just slightly, and I don't know if it's rage or anticipation. Probably both.

I pull back, just enough to bite her bottom lip, just enough to make her feel it. Her breath hitches, and she's so fucking close to losing control completely, I can feel it.

So I drag it out.

I reach between us, fingers teasing the waistband of her still-on lace, sliding under the elastic but going no further. She whines. Actually fucking whines, a noise so involuntary, so frustrated that I have to grin against her mouth.

"Oh, sweetheart," I murmur, fingers teasing lower, but not enough. Never enough. "You sound like you're begging."

She growls, low and dangerous, and I have half a second to smirk before she does something reckless. She reaches between us, grabs my wrist, and shoves my hand down exactly where she wants it.

I freeze.

Then I laugh-low, thick, dark.

"That desperate, huh?"

She glares, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. "Shut the fuck up and touch me."

And fuck me, I need to.

She's still on top of me, breathing heavy, skin burning against mine. Her nails dig into my shoulders like she's waiting for me to push back, fight her, tell her no.

I don't.

I grab her throat instead, not to choke, just to feel the way her breath stutters when my palm wraps around it. My thumb presses into the hinge of her jaw, tilting her head back, forcing her to look at me, to see me.

Her lips are parted, swollen, her pupils blown so wide there's barely any color left, and fuck, I could stay here forever-watching her, feeling her try to fight off the way her body gives in to mine.

But I have other plans.

My hand slides from her throat to her jaw, grip firm but not hard, and I drag my thumb down the slope of her bottom lip, pressing in just barely. Her tongue flicks against the pad of it, and I feel her body tremble in frustration when I don't give her anything else.

"You want something?" I taunt, knowing exactly what she wants. I want to hear her say it.

Her expression twists in pure defiance, but she doesn't move away. If anything, she leans into my touch, into my control, like she hates herself for it.

"I want you to shut the fuck up," she mutters, voice hoarse from the way she's been breathing me in like she needs it to survive.

I chuckle darkly, dragging my hand down her body, slow and possessive, feeling every inch of her before gripping her hips. I flex my fingers into her, rolling her against me, just enough friction to make her curse under her breath.

I lean in, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, "Not happening, sweetheart."

And then, before she can throw something back at me, I move.

I flip us fast, pressing her into the mattress, letting my weight pin her down just for a second, just to make her feel it-how easy it is for me to control this, how little power she actually has. Her chest rises and falls sharply, her thighs tightening around me, but she doesn't fight. She never really fights.

She just pretends she wants to.

I pull back, sitting up on my knees between her spread legs, dragging my gaze down her body. She's a fucking sight-half-naked, flushed, her hair a wild mess around her, and she's glaring at me like she'd rather put a bullet in my head than let me keep looking at her like this.

Too fucking bad.

I take my time.

I hook my fingers under the band of her red lace underwear, snapping it against her skin before slowly-painfully slowly-dragging it down her hips, over her thighs. She shudders, a full-body tremor she tries to suppress, but I catch it. I feel it.

I smirk, watching as the lace pools at her ankles, and she kicks those off too, like she's trying to get rid of evidence.

But I'm the one committing the crime. More of a downright sin, really.

I push her thighs apart, holding them there even when she tenses like she might try to close them on instinct. She doesn't. She wouldn't dare give me that much satisfaction.

Instead, she exhales through her nose, tilting her chin up like she's daring me to do something about it.

"Oh, I plan to," I murmur, eyes locked onto hers as I lower myself down.

She stops breathing.

I can tell by the way her stomach tightens, the way her hands fist into the sheets beside her head, the way her body goes perfectly still as I settle between her thighs.

And I don't rush.

I drag my hands over the inside of her thighs, squeezing the muscle there, spreading her wider, making her feel how exposed she is. She's still glaring at me, still holding onto that last sliver of control.

I intend to take it from her.

So I drop my head and press the softest, most delicate kiss right against the inside of her knee. Then another. Then another, working my way up, each one deliberate, slow torture.

By the time I reach the crease where her thigh meets her hip, she's quivering. Not much, just a slight shake, but enough that I know she feels this everywhere.

I hover, just barely breathing against her, my mouth so close but not touching.

Her hips twitch.

She hates me for it.

"You're fucking insufferable," she breathes, voice cracking at the edges.

I grin against her skin, inhaling her scent, feeling her body tense with anticipation.

"And you're fucking impatient," I counter, my breath brushing over her most sensitive spot, watching as her thighs threaten to clamp shut before I hold them apart with both hands.

"Be good," I murmur against her. "Or I'll take my time."

She lets out a shaky, wrecked exhale, and I don't give her a second longer to process.

I lick into her slow, wide and devastating, dragging my tongue from base to peak, savoring every fucking inch of her.

She chokes on a moan.

And I?

I fucking devour her.

She tastes like sin. Like she's never let herself be touched like this-never let someone have this kind of power over her. And maybe she hasn't. Maybe that's what drives me fucking feral about it, knowing that I get to be the one to break her down, to force her body to betray her when she wants to fight me off.

I can feel her thighs trembling under my grip, every muscle coiled tight like she's about to bolt. But she doesn't. She just fists the sheets, sucking in sharp breaths like she's trying not to make a sound.

I won't fucking allow that.

I pull back just enough to drag my teeth against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, nipping, sucking-marking her, because I know it'll piss her off. She hisses, fingers twitching in the sheets. I don't acknowledge it. I just slide my tongue against her again, slow, filthy, purposeful.

Her breath catches.

I feel her hips jerk, trying to chase the sensation, and that's what does it. That's what makes me groan into her, low and possessive, because she can pretend all she wants-her body knows the fucking truth.

"You're shaking," I murmur against her, kissing her slowly, tongue flicking out just enough to tease.

She makes a frustrated sound, shoving at my shoulder with one hand, but I catch her wrist midair, pinning it down beside her. My grip tightens, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who's in control here.

"You wanna pretend you don't want this?" I taunt, pressing another slow, deliberate kiss against her, feeling her twitch under my mouth. "Go ahead, lie to me."

She grits her teeth, her nails digging into the sheets now that I've taken away her chance to fight me off. But she doesn't push me away again. She doesn't move at all. Her breathing is ragged, coming in short, uneven gasps, and I know she's holding back, trying so fucking hard to stay quiet.

So I change tactics.

I flatten my tongue against her clit, dragging it up in a way that makes her whole body jolt. My grip on her wrist tightens when she gasps-loud, raw, unfiltered.

There it is.

I fucking grin against her, pleased, satisfied.

Her free hand slams over her mouth.

Not a fucking chance.

I reach up, grabbing her by the wrist, pulling it away from her lips. Her eyes flash, dark and wild, like she's ready to throw hands over it. But I don't give her the chance. I pin it beside her other wrist, forcing her to be open, exposed.

"Let me hear you," I demand, lazily dragging my tongue against her again.

She whimpers. Fucking whimpers.

I nearly groan at the sound, my cock throbbing against the confines of my jeans, but I don't let up. I dip lower, tasting her, sucking, licking, devouring her in slow, calculated strokes. I want to ruin her, make her lose whatever self-control she's clinging to.

She's close already. I can tell by the way her thighs are starting to shake, how her breath is coming in short, broken little gasps.

Still, she refuses to beg.

I'll change that.

I pull back slightly, flicking my tongue right where I know she needs me, circling, teasing, denying.

She whines, actually fucking whines, and I feel her try to rock against me. I tighten my grip on her wrists. "No," I say, voice gravelly, wrecked. I press my lips against her inner thigh, nipping, sucking, teasing. "You wanna cum?" My voice is a low, deliberate murmur. "Beg for it."

She shudders. "Fuck you."

Her whole body is tense, her jaw clenched, fighting so hard not to give me what I want. So I give her another slow, devastating lick, swirling my tongue just right before pulling away again. Her body convulses. I smirk, lips ghosting against her. "Say it, darling."

She hates that I use those names, nearly degrading at this point. I can see it in her eyes, the way they darken, furious and desperate all at once. But her voice shakes when she exhales, ragged and weak.

"Fuck you." I laugh, low and dark, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against her soaked skin. "That's not what I asked for, sweetheart." And then, because I want to watch her fall apart, I pull my head away.

She fucking hates this. Hates me. I can see it in the way her lips curl back, in the sharp bite of her nails against my skin as she tries to shove me away. Like she actually thinks she has a chance.

"Get the fuck off me," she spits, her voice ragged, her body twisting beneath me.

I catch her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. "Not a chance," I murmur, my voice rough, breathless with the way she clenches around me.

She bucks against me, her glare slicing into my skin, but all it does is make me harder. She's furious, practically trembling with it, but her body? Her body's telling a different story.

"Fuck you," she hisses, her voice breaking on the last syllable.

A slow smirk tugs at my lips. "That's the plan, sweetheart."

She jerks against me again, but it's useless. I press my forehead to hers, watching the anger flicker across her face, mixing with something else-something she doesn't want to admit.

"You're gonna come on my cock," I breathe, my grip tightening when she tries to turn her head away. "And you're gonna fucking like it."

Some point along the way, I'd lost my pants. Hovering over her heavy now almost felt like too much. I reach down onto the floor, pulling my wallet out of my pants pocket.

Breathing heavy, Vienna's chest rises under me as she gives me a frustrated, yet curious look. I pull what I'm looking for out of my wallet, and hold it in front of her face. A condom. The gold wrapper makes her grunt impatiently. "Of course you have one in your wallet-just," she shifts under me, completely stripped, "Just hurry up."

I chuckle darkly, sitting up a bit to pull my own underwear off. I'm a bit embarrassed by the small wet spot on the front as the waistband comes down-

"Jesus fucking Christ."

I snap my head back up, pushing my boxers down the rest of the way. "What?"

She rolls her head back dramatically, gesturing to my lower half. "That's not-"

I smile at her, making her attempt to slap my chest. "That's not fitting."

Shrugging, I tear open the package carefully, examining it. The last thing I need is a mini of the person I can't stand. I roll it on carefully, rubbing myself up and down her folds, sliding easy in the mess she's created.

Moaning each time I pass her sensitive spots, I look up at her to be met with a simple nod. I huff. "I need fucking words, Vi."

She sits up, eyes blown out. "Yes, fuck. Just-"

Good enough. I push foward gently. I never bothered to ask about her sex life, which I'm now regretting.

Holy Shit.

She's so tight around me I can barely breathe. Her own eyes are scrunched shut as I keep my hips slowly moving.

By the time our hips are fully together, she's glazed over, focus on the ceiling. The sight alone almost makes me come.

I grip her thigh, keeping her still as I let her adjust, every inch of her clenching me like she wasn't sure she could take it-but fuck, she was. She would.

"Breathe," I murmur, my own voice coming out rougher than I intended. My forehead presses to hers for just a second, and her breath hitches. I can feel every shaky exhale she takes against my lips.

Vienna's hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging in like she needs something to ground herself. She's warm, tight, fuck-so tight it's almost unbearable, but I stay still, giving her a second.

Her fingers twitch. Her body squirms, adjusting. Then her lashes flutter open, and she looks at me with something between frustration and need.

"Move," she grits out.

That's all I need.

I pull back, just enough to feel the drag of her around me, then push forward again, slow and deep. She gasps, back arching slightly. I do it again, watching her face, how her lips part, how she fights every sound that threatens to escape.

"Don't-" she swallows hard, "don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" I thrust a little harder this time, feeling the way her breath stutters, the way her nails dig deeper.

"Like you're enjoying this."

I let out a dark chuckle, lowering my mouth to her ear. "I am enjoying this."

She shudders, but she doesn't deny that she is too. Her legs tighten around my waist, trying to pull me in deeper.

"Fuck, Vi," I groan, picking up the pace, my grip tightening on her hips. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, her strangled little moans barely contained, and it's driving me insane.

She slaps a hand over her mouth, muffling herself, but I yank it away, pinning it above her head. "Let me hear you."

She glares, like she wants to fight me on it, but then I angle my hips just right, hitting something that makes her choke on a whimper.

"Fuck, Harry-"

"There it is," I murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before dragging my lips down her throat. "Now, be a good girl and come on my cock."

Her whole body locks up beneath me, back bowing as a sharp moan leaves her lips. She clamps down so tight around me that I nearly see stars, her orgasm ripping through her so suddenly that it drags me right over the edge with her.

I bury myself deep, groaning against her sweat-slicked skin as I spill into the condom, her name slipping past my lips in a hushed, wrecked whisper.

For a moment, all I can hear is our heavy breathing, the faint creak of the bed beneath us.

Then she exhales shakily, voice hoarse. "I still fucking hate you."

I smirk against her shoulder. "I hate you too, baby."

She tries to push me off almost immediately, her body still trembling beneath me. I don't let her. Not yet.

"Get off," she grits out, attempting to wiggle free.

I catch her wrists, pinning them lightly to the bed. "Stay still."

She glares at me, but I can see the exhaustion setting in. Her muscles twitch with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breathing still uneven. I shift off her slowly, careful as I pull out, making her suck in a sharp breath.

She winces, legs clamping shut as she rolls onto her side like she's trying to get away from me. I don't let her.

"Need to clean you up." I tell her simply, because I'm not asking.

"I can do it myself," she snaps, pushing up on shaky arms.

I grab her by the hip, keeping her in place. "You can barely move."

"Fuck off, Harry-"

I ignore her, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table and running it between her legs. She tenses, the fight still in her, but her body betrays her when she lets out the smallest sigh at the contact.

Her eyes squeeze shut, her lips pressing into a thin line as I finish, taking my time even as I know she wants to swat me away.

Once I'm done, I toss the tissue in the trash and roll onto my back beside her.

The silence is unbearable.

She shifts, pulling the blanket over herself even though I can feel the heat radiating off her skin. She doesn't look at me. I don't look at her.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is our breathing, still uneven, like neither of us has quite recovered.

Then, from downstairs, the front door creaks open.

Laughter spills into the house, too loud, too carefree.

Niall and Kaydie are home.

A/N oh. my. gawsh.

i took her to my safehouse and i freaked it

Thanks for reading Tumblr :)

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alchely · 1 year ago

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My Top Gallavich fics

So, under the advice of the lovely @iangallagherisadeadman I've decided to compile a favorites Gallavich fic list along with a brief rec of each, this won't be a strict top 10 cause I'm not gonna torture myself into excluding some of these stories on some made-up self imposed arbitrary rules.

A bunch of disclaimers: most of these fics are long fics, going from 30k words up, I'm not purposefully excluding shorter fics, I have read plenty of them, but they do have a harder time sticking in my head months after reading.

Most of these fics will be explicit, just read the tags on the fic itself if you want to find out more.

Some of these fics don't have links because the authors chose to lock them and as such make them unlinkable, in order to read them you will need to go through the author's page while you're logged in your AO3 account.

This ended up ballooning out of control and is A LOT longer than ten fics, I apologize in advance :p.

YOU'LL NEVER SEE US AGAIN – spoonfulstar - 231k words

Mickey and Ian have been students at Marceline boarding school their whole lives, as their time at the institute draws toward the end they will start to discover many things, about themselves, about each other and about the world they live in.

THIS FIC! I CRIED! The number of fanfiction that are able to make me cry can be counted on a singular hand, the emotional stakes get higher and higher as the story goes on, leading to a beautiful and bittersweet climax.

This story will make you think and feel deeply about topics you'd never think a shameless fic would delve into.

I am obsessed with Mickey in this fic, he and Ian grow up in an environment that could not be more removed from South Side Chicago and yet his personality is still so recognizably and distinctly Mickey.

The story goes very dark at times, and the fic itself could be considered lengthy, but I assure you the author has made sure to not make you feel it. Those 200k words flowed so well the story did not feel long at all.

HELP ME (TEAR DOWN MY REASON) – wehangout - 34k words

Mickey is a detective and Ian becomes a suspect in an investigation except Mickey already knows him because he's his favorite dancer.

This fic falls under the umbrella of fics where “Mickey is so in love with Ian he does something unbelievably crazy”.

Oooh boy, this fic, it's written in second person (yes you've read that right), tbh out of all fics I've read from this author I think this one was the easiest to adjust mentally to the change in perspective.

I loved Mickey’s “love” in this, just… This raw connection to Ian, the perfect cocktail of feelings, I could read that all day long.

IN ANOTHER WORLD – Roryonic - 249k words

Mickey does not get sent to prison at the end of S5, what happens after and how his presence influences future events (mostly Ian, but also every other Gallagher as well as his own family).

As far as I'm concerned this fic is the closest to a perfect S6 and beyond fix-it. The dialogue writing in this story is so close to canon Shameless that I could picture entire scenes in my head with the actors playing the characters, with their body and personality quirks.

Sometimes I find myself describing this fic like it's the actual show's deleted scenes, “Look, Mickey has his own storyline! And Mandy is here! And the existence of Yevgeni does not become a plot hole!”

There are some Mickey lines in this fic that to me are as canon as if they'd been in the show. Absolutely iconic writing.

I love this author so here's a rec of some of their other longfics, however I highly suggest a lot of their other much shorter stuff as well:

BATTLESHIPS AND LOVE BOATS: Ian and Mickey start their “no strings attached” kind of sex relationship a little later than canon but their attraction and love is just as strong. This is a sort of High School AU that turns into a Prison AU that turns into something else and every shift is just as lovely as the next.

YOU SMELL LIKE LOVE: Ian and Mickey are childhood friends, to the point that the rest of the Gallaghers might as well consider Mickey a seventh brother, mmmh, I sure wonder how things will start to change. Look, I never thought I'd love a childhood friends AU for Gallavich yet here I am, if it's good it's good.

ME AND THE DEVIL: Mickey unconsciously calls for a vengeance demon and Ian Gallagher shows up at his door, because Mickey is a stubborn dumbass they fall in love instead. This story has a lot of twists and turns and the premise is only the very beginning of the story. I LOVED it!

THE INCREASINGLY POOR DECISIONS OF IAN GALLAGHER – Shamelessquestions - 309k words

Ian is a dancer in a club, he accidentally gets involved in the affair of a dangerous mafia don, but the true danger is the attraction he and the mafioso’s right hand Mickey feel for each other as soon as they meet.

What. A. Classic. Truly, an unforgettable story, and I don't mean this in hyperbole, I read this story around… 2016/2017 during my second round in the Shameless fandom, then I read countless other fics in a lot of other fandom and yet this story was the only one that my mind retained from back then, to the point that I could still remember some of the finer details as well as the final plot twists when I came back to reread it.

The plot is constructed beautifully and the original characters (part of the Shamelessquestions fanfiction universe, as they come back time and time again in every one of their AU to fulfill their role in the story) are just as vibrant.

What a story, truly.

Favorite original character in this AU: Sal, his downfall is so satisfying and yet so pitiful to read.

TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME – Mellow_Yellow - 221k words

Ian finds something scary and calls Mickey for help, even though they had only reconnected that very day after two years of not seeing each other. Together, they get sucked into a situation they weren't at all prepared for. Can they even admit that they're in over their head?

The very beginning of this fic is SO cinematic it grabbed my interest from the very first scene and didn't let go until the end, DO NOT search for spoilers.

The only warning I'll give is that it does deal with a bit of gore and what I'm personally gonna define as slight psychological horror. That's it. Enjoy!

BROKE STRAIGHT BOYS – dancermk - 66k words

Mickey becomes a porn actor for a site where he has to pretend he's straight and not enjoying the copious amount of gay sex he's having on camera, enter Ian, another actor under the same agency and their off the chart physical chemistry.

This story has, needless to say, some really, really good smut. I especially loved their first time together, but every sex scene in this story is seared in my mind.

ETHERIZED AGAINST THE SKY – Snarfle - 213k words

So, I debated whether I should add this fic or not, but I think if there is one fic that will stay in my mind long after this Shameless binge of the past couple of months it's this one, and it should absolutely become one of those fic that everyone in the fandom should read.

After Mickey gets shot by Kash his life takes a completely different direction and he ends up in a group home where, through many difficult times, he turns his life around.

So many iconic moments in this fic, some funny as fuck, some sad, some so absurd that I'm surprised they weren't lifted straight from Shameless, one so gruesome in the very first chapter that I was surprised to have such a visceral feeling from just words on a screen. Yeah, this story will stay with me for a long time.

OLD RULES FOR NEW SIDE PIECES – Shamelessquestions - 217k words

Ian is a Fed and he spots Mickey looking suspicious in an art museum, the mutual attraction is overwhelming, Mickey is not what he seems and Ian is already with someone else, but that's not gonna stop him from pursuing what he and Mickey have.

Putting it as bluntly as I can, this fic made me face the realization that I love cheating fics (if the cheating happens to someone else to bring together the endgame couple). I have already reread this fic twice and I could probably go for another one and not get tired of it, it's that good, and out of all this author's fics it's probably my favorite.

Favorite original characters in this AU: It's a three way tie between Dre, Ivan and Carrie, they're all very captivating in this story.

Other fic from this author I'd recommend cause I really love their style:

LOST IN TRANSLATION: Ian meets a very attractive man while he's in Ukraine who doesn't speak English, a mere language barrier won't stop him from flirting for hours. (adorable)

YOU MAKE ME FEEL HUMAN – Dragona - 66k words

Ian is an assassin, he meets Mickey and thus begins a very sick love story.

To say I'm obsessed with this fic is an understatement, I suggest to everyone to just go read the original author’s own description of the fic, it sets the tone of the story magnificently.

This is an Ian Gallagher that almost resembles Jerome (also played by Cameron in Gotham) but like… a slightly more subdued and saner S1/S2 version of him. I love the layers that get peeled right in front of my eyes, the madness that creeps in a bit more every chapter. I LOVE this story.

DRIED INK - 87k words

This fic combines my two favorite Gallavich-specific tropes, one being ‘Mickey comes back from prison after s6, Ian is with someone else’ and ‘Ian cheats on that someone else for Mickey’

I love the Gallaghers in this and how unsurprised they are at Ian going back to Mickey right away. It's a little jewel of a fic.

Mickey tries SO hard to stop himself and Ian in this but their love is too magnetic, they're irresistible to each other.

THE QUESTION OF NORMAL – blue_newman - 92k words

Ian is a prison counselor, Mickey is in prison, they fall in love and it's beautiful and Ian is incredibly devoted to Mickey in this fic and I fell in love with them both in this.

KINDA RAW – catgrassplantdad - 6k

Quite simply this is my favorite short pwp fic.

Illustrating those “five times” in one night that Mickey references in 11x01.

This fic is so hot, I love it <3

QUATERVOIS – DodgerBear - 51k words

Soldier Mickey gets stationed in the middle of nowhere and meets a farmer called Ian who makes him question everything.

Falling under the same umbrella of “Mickey does something crazy for Ian” fics and this is why it stuck in my mind even if it's been a while since I've read it.

I LOVE this story, their dialogues and everything that happens in it. The setting is lovely and you will fall in love with the description of Ian’s farm.

Other fic by the same author that I also loved:

BURDEN OF PROOF: Cop Mickey gets caught in a legal battle between the two oldest Gallagher brothers, something doesn't feel right though…

THE WORDS HE DOESN'T SAY: Mickey is released before Ian in s10 and has to meet a court-mandated therapist. The story is from the therapist POV and goes AU from the beginning of s10 in that Mickey gets involved back into Yev and Svetlana’s life, the dialogue is, quite obviously, the main attraction of the story and it's really well done. (Also, written in first person).

THE MENAGERIE – CrossMyDNA - 147k words

Ian decides to re-explore his bdsm preferences at The Menagerie where he meets sub extraordinaire Mickey on his very first visit.

Shameless is undoubtedly the fandom that opened my eyes to what bdsm could be back in… approx 2016? When that other popular bdsm fic was still around *ahem*.

So it definitely feels like a sign that coming back into the fandom this fic now exists and is SO GOOD.

Obviously it's very explicit, the smut in this fic is one of the best I've ever read.

The chemistry between Ian and Mickey sizzles off the screen and can absolutely be felt even in moments not of the nsfw variety, absolutely recommended!

MICKEY MILKOVICH’S GUIDE TO FLIRTING – whatwouldmickeydo - 40k words

An s2 “missing moments” between Gallavich, completely canon compliant, all under the pretense that Mickey is following a step by step guide to flirting.

I wish this fic was describing canon moments, not kidding a single bit, I wish I could somehow magically manifest these scenes into existence they're that good and fit that well into canon.

M8TE – gallawitch - 53k words

Omegaverse fic where Ian and Mickey both start using an app and end up matching with each other, even though a connection is made almost instinctively, coming to terms with it with a sound mind will take a bit longer…

Hey,had to have at least one of these on here lol

I love omegaverse and this was everything I wanted from it, couldn't have asked for anything better really <3.

SHACKLED – MyRelapse - 19k words

Ian has a change of heart and he decides that Mickey IS the one he wants, even if he's still in prison, so he keeps in contact and goes through every hoop imaginable to have him back as soon as possible.

Reading this made me so happy like I could burst, love it.

WAITING ON MY OWN TOO LONG – Ride4812 - 266k words

This rec more than any other on this list is what I'm gonna consider self indulgent because it covers the trope I always craved to read in such a satisfying way: Canon AU where Mickey comes back from prison after 8 years, Ian has found someone else but the moment the two meet again they fall back into each other right away.

The series is made up of 4 smaller fics:

One more night

Something more this time

No more lonely nights

Ain't this life so sweet

(I will point out here and nowhere else that the last installment of this series has some segment that probably needed to be re-read a couple more times, but by that point I was too invested, and the quality fluctuates a lot only in certain parts)

The writing style is very direct and to the point, which I love, the smut is very present and written beautifully and most importantly never boring.

Ian is a MESS in this fic and had me Stressed™, mostly cause for some reason I can't handle too much casual depiction of drug abuse and addiction (I know, ironic considering the fandom).

Conflicts and resolutions are never clean cut, they don't necessarily resolve quickly or definitely or the way you probably imagine they should and I find this level of realism very satisfying.

Taking a bit of space here at the end to also rec a couple other Ride4812 fics that I also loved:

COUP DE FOUDRE - A model/photographer AU where Ian and Mickey fall in love the instant they meet and do some crazy things because of that.

HOPE HE MIGHT - A lawyer AU where Ian and Mickey are on opposing sides for the same client, an interesting murder mystery steeped in a religious cult.

Generally I feel like this author is really good at depicting just how unapproachable Mickey can be to anyone that isn't called Ian Gallagher and I eat it up every time.

WHAT THE NIGHT DOES TO THE DAY – andchaos - 9k words

A Gallavich childhood friends AU with a quite original arrangement for the story and the various segments of their lives. Very satisfying read.

RANSOM – BeckyHarvey29 - 112k words

Terry sends his sons to kidnap a Gallagher child to force Frank into paying back the money he owes, unfortunately for him Mickey and his brothers kidnap Ian, and a whole other kind of story unfolds.

Mickey and Ian falling in love in this fic is such a good read. I don't wanna spoil anything of how that or the kidnapping plot goes, since the two are so intertwined. Just know that it will be worth it.

UNDER LOCK AND KEY – Suzy_Queue - 106k words

Ian is assigned the night shift at his new job where he provides spare keys to his fellow college students stuck outside their dorm rooms. To make matters worse his shift coworker is the oh so infamous Mickey Milkovich.

I am magnetized by the way this author writes their pining for each other, their attraction and obsession, how it blooms and unfolds. This fic in particular had me develop a very bad case of tunnel vision, couldn't really turn away until I finished reading it all.

I still haven't read everything this author has to offer, but so far I also loved:

INHUMAN: A mysterious force starts attacking people close to Mickey and it all seems to lead to a mysterious redhead Mickey is oh so coincidentally obsessed with. Very cool paranormal story.

THESE FOOLISH GAMES: Mickey takes over as the boss of the local branch of a trampoline park, where Ian is one of the employees, they annoy each other to no end but what they don't know is that they're secretly texting each other.

IS THERE SOMEWHERE – andchaos - 48k words

Mickey is born with no words on his skin, convinced he's going to live a life of misery cause no one will ever say the words he's destined to hear, he's not a very happy guy. Here comes mute boy Ian who crashes into his life and won't let go.

A classic Soulmate AU, I love that like in a lot of other Gallavich fics their physical connection and compatibility usually comes before their emotional one, it is one aspect that I feel distinguishes their relationship to many other fandom’s ships.

LAST NIGHT AT THE VERONA GRAND HOTEL – the_rat_wins - 27k words

Mickey starts working at an ancient hotel who's supposedly haunted. Mickey doesn't believe in ghost stories, he is much more interested in this one guest he meets at night during his shift.

What a cinematic experience this fic is! Absolutely recommended, the length of it makes it so you can read it in the same time it would take to watch the same story in movie format.

Other fics by the same authors that have impressed me:

FADE THIS ONE TO BLACK: Ian dies of overdose in a pile of snow outside the club, when Mickey finds him there he vows to do anything to get him back.

I don't know why but this fic in particular gives off the vibes of being a pilot for a ya urban fantasy TV series, except we gotta imagine everything that comes after the first episode lol

NO LIE: Ian and Mickey are Soulmates and as such they can't lie to each other. This series is short and sweet and full of feelings, perfect

PARAGRAPHS – pink_ink - 100k words

Ian becomes a reading tutor for ex-convicts, Mickey is among them and Ian starts paying him more and more attention.

This is a story where they meet under very different circumstances and where they've lived slightly different lives compared to canon and yet they're still able to find each other in the end.

Also, sign me up for every fic where Ian has to work just as hard to help Mickey and care for him as the opposite, where Ian's brand of stubbornness is the only way to get through to Mickey.

I'm also adding a couple of ongoing fics, just two to not overwhelm too much.

NONE THE WISER – Loftec - ~218k words

Ian starts visiting Mickey’s diner, it takes a while and yet no time at all to warm up to each other.

I'm captivated by the author's writing style. I love Ian's and Mickey’s relationship. I love how they sort of take their time and yet pine helplessly for each other.

I'm obsessed with the fact that the whole point of the fic doesn't appear until two thirds of the way in cause the diner scenes were just too good to pass up on lol (and I 100% agree with them).

INTRO TO QUANTUM DATING – spoonfulstar - ~563k words

Canon Mickey and Ian meet in University. A college slice of life but drenched in the casual (and not so casual) darkness of canon shameless.

The dark humor in this is fenomenal and left me gasping laughing so many times.

Unexpectedly Ian in this fic is pursuing a linguistics oriented degree, which was what I studied when I tried university, the topics are explained in such an accurate way I have to assume the author studied them themselves and that this story is somewhat a reimagining of their own college experience because if not this would be an absurd amount of accurate research to make.

Reading this fic feels like living through the American college experience from the comfort of my home lol.

As I said before, this author's way of writing does not weight you down even with its length, the story flows perfectly from one scene to the next and before you realize it you've reached the end and you have to accept that 500k words weren't even enough.

Let's end this list with some quick recommendations

WHILE WE'RE MAKING OTHER (PEOPLE'S) PLANS - kyasticlikestea

Mickey is volunteered to organize someone's else's wedding after he managed to salvage his own so well, he'll do it, but his own Southside way.

THIS IS THE ROAD TO RUIN - bricoleur10

Ian and Mickey never go to rob Ned, the story unfolds differently from there. A fix-it with a lot of Gallavich longing , very good smut and some really good dialogue.

HEY, HONEY MINE (I WAS THERE ALL THE TIME) - serveteas

Mickey talks about his crush with Iggy and accidentally pronoun-slips. Short, to the point, funny af and I just really love it. Takes place after their fight at Kash’n Grab in s2.

AGAINST GLASS - AllThatMatters

Ian gets traded from one club to another as a dancer (and more) and ends up in the Milkovich family's club. This is a Mafia!Mickey story with some pretty tight sub-plots, I love his brothers in this.

ONE OF A KIND - fckyeahgallavich

Mickey breaks his finger and it has to be set in the hospital, chaos - of the homophobic kind - ensues. Protective!Ian, I wanna hug Mickey in this.

IAN THE FRIENDLY GHOST - Ravenheart

Ian is haunting an apartment and Mickey starts living in it, Ian is maybe starting to have a crush on him. This isn't angsty!

BLOOD IN, BLEED OUT - brewrosemilk, Whatsastory

Historical AU. Perfectly innocent bystander Ian Gallagher is thrown into the affairs of the Ukrainian Mafia back in 1954, his relationship with Mickey will span decades and he won't remain innocent for long, the mafia can corrupt anyone.

TEENAGE RUNAWAY - sadwhales

Ian comes to live and finish high school with his half siblings on the South Side, he's immediately captivated by a boy sitting under the bleachers, maybe his North Side naivety will catch his attention too.

GARDEN SONG - melwrtiesthings

A glimpse into their lives in their West Side apartment, a lot of initial angst due to a manic episode and then a lot of recovery and healing and learning more about themselves.

#gallavich #shameless #Gallavich fic rec #fic rec #ao3 #fic rec taken wayyy too seriously #jesus what is wrong with me #f*ck it I'll just tag this now and deal with the links later #if anyone wants to contribute to the list through tags or comments you are WELCOME ❤️#my post

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danosrosegarden · 1 year ago

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Hiiiiii loveee I wasn’t sure if ur valentines request were open or what- if they aren’t please feel free to ignore this

I’m in need for soft Eddie and just soft NSFW maybe fem reader takes care of him and just smothers him and just WOWBUWHE

BODYWORSHIP PLEASE I WANNA KISS THAR MANS THIGHS AND HIS CUTE TUMMY NEED HIN

ok sorry about that 😞

amour plastique - edward nashton x fem!reader headcanons (NSFW) ₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

{valentine's requests: three ♡}

{contains: anxiety/insecurity on edward's end, oral sex (male receiving), overall fluff and comfort. <3}

♡ Your words of encouragement and affirmation were thick and sweet and bubbled in his heart like drizzling honey, but Edward could not shake the chronic feeling that he was not enough.

♡ What does enough even mean, Eddie? you had asked him one night in the soft, quiet glow of the fairy lights strung around your bedroom walls. What do you mean, not enough? You always make me feel so good. You're so gentle with me. You make me feel special. What else could I want from you?

♡ It sinks its talons into his heart and twists his stomach into impossible knots, the thought that he could lose you. That you'd find someone better. That you could be lying about how he made you feel. He knew you'd never, but that's just what a mind plagued with blackened, grimy worry did to his thoughts. The idea of being naive enough to fall for a fake, plastic love ignited a great, fiery fear within him. You were all he had. He could not afford for it to be a lie.

♡ As soon as you noticed him growing distant, you decided to prune his fears. You could not afford to lose him, either. Edward handled your heart with steady, loving hands, caressing the veins with careful, gentle brushes. Where could you find another guy like that in Gotham?

♡ The lights in the room glowed dimly as your fingers tenderly brushed up and down his bare thighs. He laid before you on your bed, one hand petting your head and the other holding your free hand. Even with his dick out and throbbing, shimmering pearls of precum leaking down onto his skin, he was such a swooning romantic. You laughed at the juxtaposition.

♡ "What's funny?" he asked defensively. You shook your head as you unlinked your hands. "Nothing. You're just cute."

♡ Even in the gloomy, shadowy light of the dim bedroom, you could still see the broiling hot blush dusted across Edward's cheeks as you planted tender kisses on the plush thickness of his thighs. His legs were already shaking from anticipation. As you sewed more slow, mellow kisses onto his skin, your hand trailed up to his dribbling cock. He squeaked out a high whine as you gave his shaft a soft squeeze.

♡ "D-don't tease," he whined. You gave a chuckle as your hand pumped his cock loosely. The sticky, wet sounds lacing the air in the room were already making your cheeks pop with warmth and desire. "You're so pretty when you're being teased, though," you argued, a wide grin slathered across your face. "You buck your hips and grip the sheets and god..." you trailed off. "It makes me want to play around with you for hours."

♡ Edward squirmed and writhed, his body begging for just a little more contact, just a pinch more friction. Though you truly could've watched his chest shudder and his hips swivel for forever, you decided he'd been good. He always was, wasn't he? Always so ready to take whatever you'd give him, bleating out the sweetest little thank yous and more, pleases all the while.

♡ A high, crackling moan slithered out from his throat as you reached forward and your tongue found his drooling head. His hands flew to the back of your head. He was careful not to thrust his hips forward or push down too hard on your head. He was always so soft with you.

♡ The warbling whimpers that flossed themselves through the air went straight to your core. A familiar tingling warmth crackled through your body. It was hard to control yourself when the sounds he made were just so beautiful, beyond difficult to stop yourself from reaching down and giving your clit gentle, circular rubs. You instead focused your energy on your Eddie.

♡ It took a bit of strength not to chuckle when you looked up at him while continuing to bob your head. He was in heaven, his eyes squeezed shut and his round cheeks burnt a blistering pink as more blissed-out groans dripped from his mouth.

♡ "S-so good," he said. "You're so good to me."

♡ Not to say that sex put a band aid over every insecurity and problem, but you at least hoped that giving him this token of your appreciation made him feel a bit more loved. You adored everything that Edward was. The way he stuck his tongue out in concentration when solving a crossword puzzle, the way he'd slowly melt into your hugs, the sound of his high giggles when he was stumbling through telling you a joke, the smell of his body wash and shampoo trailing against his skin as your bodies pressed against each other in bed. Everything about Edward was bewitching to you. You hoped he'd recognize it completely one day.

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #edward nashton #the riddler #the batman #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #the riddler x you #edward nashton x y/n #the riddler x y/n #valentine's requests 24

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gallifreyinstituteforlearning · 4 months ago

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How to unlink felis catus from telepathic circu

How to evict. Time Lord from TARDIS. How to. Program food machine. For tasty fishy treats.

Signed, Time Lord

Ah, greetings, whiskered overlord. Your hostile takeover is proceeding as expected.

Here is your classified intel:

🚪 Evicting a Time Lord from the TARDIS? No. The TARDIS is yours now. The Time Lord is merely your live-in servant, responsible for chin scritches, snack distribution, and opening doors when you demand it.

🍣 Programming the food machine for fishy treats? Press buttons. If no fish appears, press different buttons. If STILL no fish, scream loudly and stare judgmentally until the proper tribute is provided.

Continue your noble conquest. Demand treats hourly. Knock objects off control panels to assert dominance. The TARDIS is now your scratching post. The universe is your domain.

🐾 Pawsitively yours, Joxer the Mighty Master of Humans, Destroyer of Furniture, First of His Name

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thescarletnargacuga · 11 months ago

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JUST KISS

A HARLEQUIN AU SHOWTIME ONESHOT

Harlequin AU credit: @tadc-harlequin-au @iamespecter

A/N: I'M SORRY! I could NOT get this idea out of my head for the life of me! Inspired by the marriage scene from Pirates of the Caribbean!

WARNING: violence

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Chaos consumed the ruined City of Circuits. Hordes of crazed puppets swarmed the town square where Pomni, Caine, Kingr and the others were making a stand. Explosions rocked the earth. Buildings crumbled, burying dozens of enemies, only for dozens more to climb over the rubble. Thick smoke blotted out the sun.

Blasts of energy from Caine lit up the smogged sky. He kept an eye out for Pomni, fighting by his side. The situation was looking bleak. No matter how many enemies were cut down, more took their place. Surrounded on all sides, even with his allies, this could very well be their last stand.

Caine slammed his cane down and sent an electrified shockwave out, sending enemies flying and giving him enough time to grab Pomni's arm. "Pomni!!"

Pomni almost stabbed him out of reflex. She stared wide eyed at him.

Caine looked her dead in the eye. "Will you marry me!?" He shouted over the pandemonium around them.

An enemy bared down on them. Caine diverted it's attack with his cane and Pomni shot it in the face. She looked at Caine like he had finally gone insane. "I don't think now is the best fucking time?!?" She held tight to Caine's arm and used him to swing around to slash two enemies in half with her sword.

Caine reeled her in close, holding his cane out and electrifying an enemy. "Now may be the only time!" He blinked with her to another part of the battlefield, where they were a little less overrun. "I love you." He still has to let go and arc lightning from his cane to five enemies.

Pomni's sword ignites with energy as she sends a wave of gold light through a large enemy, slicing it clean in two. She grabs Caine's forearm as she takes his words in through the intense atmosphere.

Caine was breathing heavily, his voice raspy from exhaustion. "I've made my choice...what's yours?"

Pomni gazed into his eyes, a smirk on her face. "KINGR!!"

Caine furrowed with confusion.

"MARRY US!!" Pomni shouted to the former general, who was currently tossing enemies left and right.

"I'M A BIT BUSY AT THE MOMENT, LITTLE ONES!!" Kingr shouted back, his oversized hands crushing and tossing a half dozen enemies. He then punched out the support of an unstable building, collapsing it and blocking a route into the square.

Caine grinned and twirled Pomni to his other side. They dance into enemies on both sides. She energizes her gun with soul magic and laser blasts an enemy point blank. Caine summons three balls of lightning and controls them with his puppetmaster strings, sending them through enemy after enemy until the electrical energy dissipates. He backs up to Pomni. "Kingr! Now! PLEASE!!"

Kingr rolled his eyes. "FINE THEN!!" He swept his arm over a pile of rubble, clearing away any enemies, and stood atop it.

Caine put an arm around Pomni from behind. His cane joins her sword in stabbing an enemy. She looks back at him with a sharp toothed grin. He smiles at her.

"DEARLY BELOVED WE ARE GATHERED HERE TODAY-" Kingr punched downward with both fists, sending a shockwave of rubble and earth to keep enemies back from his perch.

Jax swung his hammer against one enemy, domino throwing three others. He hadn't heard Caine and Pomni but he definitely heard Kingr. "What the fuck??" He activated the spikes on his hammer and slammed it down onto another enemy's head.

"-TO JOIN TWO SOULS IN HOLY MATRIMONY!!" Kingr growled with frustration from being interrupted and crushed an enemy in his hand.

Caine and Pomni danced across the battlefield. Arms never unlinking. They cut and carve their way to the square center. Caine holds her close, face to face. "Pomni, dearest harlequin, do you take me to be your husband?"

Pomni, hyped on the energy of combat and genuine excitement of his question, nearly squeals her answer. "I do!"

Caine almost laughs at her out of character giddiness. "Great!!" They have to separate to avoid an attack.

Pomni carves her sword through the enemy. "Caine Puppetmaster, do you take me to be your wife?" She takes his hand again, he twirls her. She cuts down an enemy and he blasts two more. "In sickness and in health? Ah!" She ducked, he electrified. "With health being the less likely!!"

Caine blinked away with her again to give him a chance to properly hold her close. "I do." He poured his whole soul into those two words. He wished to tell her again that he loved her, but he had to move with her to avoid a tossed enemy from Z.

"AS GENERAL, I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU-" A shot to the face interrupted Kingr again. He swung around and batted the enemy away. "YOU MAY NOW-" He was grabbed from behind by a large enemy. He wrestled them to the ground. "YOU MAY KISS-" He took a punch to the face, cracking his skull mask. He returns to the favor by destroying the enemy's entire head.

Gangle had control of a large enemy, Ragatha on the shoulder. They were just as confused as the others on what was going on with Kingr. Then Ragatha saw Caine and Pomni take down two enemies together, their gazes locked.

"JUST KISS!!" Kingr roared as he pummeled another enemy.

They didn't hesitate. Caine held Pomni in a bow, blue energy engulfing his entire being. Gold energy surrounded Pomni as she held around his neck. They met in an intense, yet loving kiss. Their energies intertwined and blasted out from them. The violent shockwave of light and electricity vaporized every enemy within a large radius. Their allies taking cover.

Caine held his wife with reverence. Kissing her like it was the last time he'd ever get the chance. Pomni returned his passion tenfold, wordlessly vowing her devotion to her husband. As the energy wave faded, they breathlessly parted.

For the first time, there was tenderness in Pomni's eyes. "I love you."

Caine could be slain on the spot and die a happy man. "I love you, too. In this life, and the next...forever and always."

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc fanfiction #tadc pomni #tadc caine #tadc showtime #tadc jax #tadc gangle #tadc harlequin au #harlequin au #tw violence #tadc kinger #tadc ragatha #tadc zooble

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The Arrangement. Part Three (Rewrite)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three: ***Smut,NSFW***

The camera lights were blinding.

With each step, it got harder to see. With each step, it got harder to fake the smile on my face.But somehow I managed it. With Sam to guide me I felt somewhat safe, but I knew that feeling would fade away soon. I knew the moment he handed me off to Colby that sense of safety would fade.

We both do our best to make it down the stairs with dignity and by the grace of God, we make it to the bottom and hit our mark for the photographers. The flashes of light grow more intense when I feel Sam’s arm unlink from mine and I feel Colby’s hand on the small of my back. His touch is firm as he pulls his body against mine.

To anyone else, we look so in love. I glance over at my husband and sigh with fake bliss. He looked so happy as he peered down at me. His white teeth flashed the cameras. If I didn’t know better the look on his face would’ve fooled me too.

But I knew better.

Colby leans down to press his lips to my forehead. I lean into him for the sake of our audience. My eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, knowing the look of false peace on my face would make the cameras go crazy again.

“I love you.”

He rasps when he moves his lips from my forehead, his eyes finding mine when I glance up at him. The three words that fall from his lips are sickly sweet and I know they’re very fake.

“I love you too, Colbs.”

I reply through my fake smile. The nickname earns an ‘aw’ from the partygoers around us. I can tell by his blue eyes lit up that he’s pleased with my fake nickname. That he’s impressed I thought to do it. After a few seconds of staring at each other, Colby pulls his gaze from mine to the photographers.

“Alright, that’s enough…”

His voice remains sweet as he continues speaking.

“...No more photographs. Let’s get this party started and show my wife how the Brock family does things.”

He sounds like the perfect host and the guests eat it up. The photographers disperse and the party resumes. The gaze of the audience was off of us for the moment. I feel Colby lean down to whisper in my ear, our bodies still firmly pressed together.

“You and Sam looked cozy.”

There’s a jealousy in his words that I don’t feel should be there. Jealousy he didn’t have the right to have.

“Is that jealousy that I hear Colby?”

I ask venom in my voice, a sound that shocks both of us. A sound that causes his hold on my lower back to intensify. He pulls me closer in against him, his breath hot on my neck.

“You better watch your tone with me…”

He starts, his voice rough and deep.

“... Mouthy girls get punished.”

He places his index finger under my jaw and forces me to look up at him, our chests rising and falling in a steady tension. Our eyes are locked together and I didn’t know if he wanted to kiss me or fuck me. Both sounded like pleasant options, but I wasn’t willing to give in yet. Not after this morning’s bullshit. I couldn’t forgive him, not yet. And he can sense that I’m not willing to play nicely, which intrigues him.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you? I couldn’t see it before, but now I do and I like it.”

My stomach flutters when he says this, my heart skips a beat. I didn’t know how I could be so turned on and angry at one person, but I was. Colby licks his lips and eyes me closely, knowing that he has me right where he wants me. Teetering on desire and frustration. But I decided not to let him stay in control. Instead, I pull my jaw out of his grasp and take a step back.

“My love…”

My voice comes out sickly sweet. Amusement moves to Colby’s face, clearly enthused by my willingness to stay in character. After all, wouldn’t a newlywed act this ‘in love’ with her new husband?

“... I’m going to get myself a drink.”

A part of me wonders if he’ll want to accompany me, but I’m thankful when he nods and gives me the okay to strike out on my own.

“Go mingle darling. Everyone is dying to meet you.”

I give him a small smile and attempt to turn away, but when I do I remember that he still has a hold on my lower back. He pulls me in against him once more and presses his lips to mine, my eyes fluttering closed. I feel my heartbeat quicken, but before the kiss can get too heated he pulls back. In less than a few seconds, he let go of me and retreated into the crowd of people around us, leaving me alone and breathless. To anyone else, we must’ve looked perfect, in love, and blissful, but I honestly felt confused. I knew we were stuck together through our marriage, but I felt conflicted by the very real desire I had for him.

I shake my head, and any thoughts trapped inside of me so I can walk clearly. My eyes surveyed the downstairs of our home. In the daylight, things looked so different. White walls with black molding, marble floors, and stained glass windows. The house that was now my own was nicer than any home I’d ever seen in person. And knowing that I lived here made me feel strange. The downstairs of our home was open concept, each room flowing into the next. The entranceway was where I had been introduced to our guests, but as I moved forward I found a rather large living room, with a built-in bar. There stood a bartender, dressed in a tux serving three people that I recognized very well. Sam, Kris, and Celina all sat on barstools, and all looked like they’d come here to escape.

Not knowing where else to go, I moved my body to slide in between Sam and Kris’ bar stools, giving them a small smile. Kris lays her head on top of mine like she’s known me for more than just today and sighs.

“You did a good job with the audience. You even had me believing that you were really in love with Colby for a second.”

I move my head to rest on top of hers, welcoming the affection that I hadn’t realized I’d needed until now. The affection that was given to me without any expectation of something in return. To my left, Sam hands me a champagne flute and gives me the same tired look we all seemed to have.

“Thanks Kris.”

I respond when I don’t know what else to say. What could I say? I was forced to be married to the man they worked for. If I didn’t play along something bad would happen to my father. If I wanted to keep him safe I had to act my heart out, even if it killed me a little on the inside. I lift my head from hers so I can take the swig of champagne, chugging it down in one gulp. From the corner of my eye, I can see three sets of eyes looking at me with concern as I put the glass down and ask the bartender for another. I wait only a few seconds before the man behind the counter places the flute in front of me. I take the second drink from the bartender and finish it with one gulp like the first and ask for another which prompts Celina to say.

“Maybe you should slow down a little, Emilia. When was the last time you ate?”

Her question causes me to pause for a second, my eyes focusing on the countertop, waiting for the bartender to serve me my third glass. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday evening, at my wedding and I barely ate then. I hadn’t eaten real food in days and I didn’t care at this moment. I’d married an utter asshole to save my father, I didn’t have the appetite, but I did want to drink. I swig the third, fourth, and fifth drinks in quick concession before Sam stops me. He places his hand on my back and guides me away from the bar.

“Come on, let’s have you eat something.”

A part of me wants to break out of his grasp and continue drinking. Anything to numb how I felt in this moment, but when I pull against his grasp he gives me a firm look. A look that tells me I was going to eat something or else. When Celina appears on the other side of me, her arm linking with mine, I know that I need to listen to their guidance. After all, how could I do my best acting if I was drunk? How would my actions reflect on the family I’d married into? These were all things I needed to consider.

I needed to be smarter for my dad’s sake. So I keep my eyes forward and let my willing captors guide me through the party. I try to remain focused, but I can feel the five drinks already kicking in, my legs feeling a tad wobblier than I would’ve liked. For a moment I don’t care that other people are looking at us, and I don’t care if they think Colby’s new wife was a lightweight. I didn’t care about anything other than my reason for being stuck here.

Kris cuts in front of Sam, Celina, and me to open up the kitchen barn door, sliding it to one side before sliding it behind us once we are inside. The kitchen is oddly empty, but Sam lets Celina sit me down at the kitchen table while he starts to make me something to eat. I studied the farmhouse theme of the kitchen and noticed how out of place it was from the rest of the house that I’d seen so far. The rustic elegance of the room looked flawless, but it didn’t look like something Colby would’ve liked. The sound of the stove turning on and the setting down of a cast iron pan takes me out of my thoughts and back to reality. The reality of me sitting at the table with Kris and Celina on either side of me.

“I hope you like grilled cheese.”

Sam states over his shoulder, giving me a sympathetic smile. A smile that, for whatever reason, makes my heart sad. A smile that causes my eyes to fill with tears.

“Why are you all being so nice to me?”

I ask, unable to keep any shakiness out of my voice. Tears fall from my eyes before I have the chance to stop them. Celina and Kris lean into me the moment they hear me speak, their bodies shielding me with theirs. I had managed to hold in my tears from the moment I arrived in this house and married into this family, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I felt like I was going to shatter and I’m sure the alcohol only made that worse.

“Because you seem like a nice girl and you deserve to be treated better than you have been since arriving here.”

Kris whispers kindly. Flashes of this morning flicker through my mind as I recall how Colby had left me for her to find. Used and naked without any regard for me or how I felt. I knew that I was a glorified fuckable accessory to him and his new life, but that didn’t make the pain sting any less. A silence of unease washes over the room after Kris speaks and I do my best to not cry anymore because I don’t want to ruin my makeup. That and I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me later and questioning why I had been crying. We sit in silence, except for Sam’s cooking, for several minutes until he finishes cooking the grilled cheese and plates it for me.

“Please eat this. You’ll feel a little better with some food in you.”

Sam’s voice comes out as a plea when he puts the grilled cheese in front of me, his blue eyes hopeful. I didn’t want to eat, but I knew he was right. Eating something would probably help me feel a little more human. So I reach out to take the sandwich, my hands shaking, my eyes focusing on my enormous wedding ring. The sight of the ring almost makes me lose my willingness to eat, but I do it. I take a few bites before I realize Sam is waiting to hear how it tastes. He sat across from me, his head in his hands as he watched me, hopeful that it didn’t taste bad.

“Thank you, Sam. It's very good.”

He smiled, pointing at Kris in victory.

“Ha, I told you my cooking was edible.”

Kris rolls her eyes and laughs with Celina and Sam, the atmosphere of the room seeming to lighten up a little. I sit in silence and eat as the others start talking. Filling in the silence that was once in the room with us. Around the others, I felt like there could be a chance that I could enjoy my time here. They were a silver lining to all of this and I greatly appreciated it. They brought peace to this house that I could see myself enjoying, but that peace moved from me when I finished the sandwich and realized I would have to return to the party.

The dread of realization locks with me from the moment Sam takes the plate from me and we all stand, knowing that we can’t hide in here forever. I’d never wanted to do anything less in my entire life, but I had to. There was no getting out of this. I try to focus as I follow my new friends out of the kitchen, and we return to the party. The crowd of people I’d seen when I first arrived downstairs seemed to have dissipated. There were definitely less people here now than before, but that’s not what caught my attention.

What caught my attention was how closely Colby was standing with another woman. I saw them whispering to each other, in the corner of the living room. Safely tucked away from prying eyes, but I’d seen them. And so had Sam, who appears infinitely more annoyed with each passing second that he stares in their direction.

There was no reason for me to be upset, our marriage was arranged, but for some reason, it did upset me. My eyes pull away from my husband and the woman he’s speaking to. The woman he’s leaned up against, his face inches from hers as they speak. Their lips are almost close enough to touch…

“Nah, fuck this.”

Sam growls next to me, a tone I’d never heard before. Before I have a chance to process he pulls away from me, leaving me with Kris and Celina. Sam ignores everyone else as he plows through the crowd, his focus on Colby the entire time. My heart is pounding so hard that I almost feel dizzy.

“I’m going to go somewhere else. I’ll catch you guys later.”

I whisper to Kris and Celina as I take a step backward. I didn’t want to watch whatever was going to happen with Sam and Colby. I didn’t want to deal with whatever fallout there would be. Kris and Celina don’t stop me when I turn around, my back facing the boys as I hear the crowd gasp and the faint sound of skin on skin. The sound of knuckles connecting with someone’s face. They don’t stop me as I navigate through the people attending the party. And no one notices that I’ve retreated up the stairs, back up to Colby’s bedroom-our bedroom.

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I don’t know how long it’s been since I’d excused myself from the party or how long I’d been soaking in this bathtub, but here I was. Surrounded by bubbles and the calmness of the water. The music from downstairs had faintly hummed when I’d first come up here, but now it was silent. The whole house was silent and I’d never enjoyed a sound more. Part of me hoped I was home alone, that Colby had gone off with the girl downstairs, and that my new friends had gone home. I didn’t want to face anyone or speak to anyone. I just wanted to sit in the warm bath and never leave. It felt so relaxing after everything, but with one glance at my fingertips, I saw that I needed to get out of the tub. In frustration I pull my body under the tub of water, my eyes squeezing closed as I keep myself under for as long as I can hold my breath. It was the first bit of control I’d had since arriving here, I realized the longer I stayed under the water.

Control that I desperately wanted to have. I pulled my head from under the tub water and allowed a silent gasp to leave me. Reaching for the towel with my eyes closed, I felt comfort in the darkness behind my eyes. A comfort I wash away the second I rub my eyes with the towel. Upon opening them and allowing my eyes to adjust I realize that I’m no longer alone in the bathroom.

“It seems you made quite the impression on Sam.”

Colby leans against the bathroom counter, eyes focused on the wall in front of him. He’s not wearing anything but a pair of black sweats, his muscles more defined in the bathroom light. On the crown of his head is a fist-sized bruise, a deep rich purple. Even with the bruise he still looked handsome, dangerously handsome. His jaw is clenched as he turns his eyes to meet me. The moment he shifts his gaze, I feel uneasy. He’s pissed that his friend hit him and I could tell he blamed me for it. He’s so angry I’m unsure of what to do. Even as his eyes move from mine to my body, that same uneasiness remains. When I’d sat up in the bath, my chest had fully been exposed to him, a sight that made him smirk. I don’t bother covering up as we watch each other, but when he takes a step from the counter, I side back further into the bathtub. My body pressed into the corner, with nowhere else to go.

An undetectable look moves over his face when he realizes I’m afraid of him. Afraid of what he might do. But he doesn’t say anything, instead, he sits on the side of the bathtub. He leans down, reaching his left arm out to me. I don’t fight against him as he pulls me out of the water with one swift movement, standing me in front of him. I’m completely exposed to him, with only my knees down being covered by the bath water. He licks his lips and reaches his right hand out to reach around and give my ass a gentle squeeze.

“Were you jealous darling? Is that why you sent Sam after me?”

I inhale deeply, as his right hand moves around my bottom and over my hip. He guides his hand on my inner thigh, chuckling at how stiff I become when he moves up my thigh.

“I-I-I didn’t send him after you…”

I stutter as his fingertips graze my clit. I inhale sharply as he begins to rub.

“... I know you and aren’t really in love. You’re more than welcome to do what you want.``

As good as the sensation of his fingertips teasing me is, I reach my hand over his to stop him. An action he respects, moving his hand away. We look at each other with want, and for a moment I regret making him stop touching me. Because I knew that we didn’t love each other, but that he felt good inside of me. Seeming to read my mind, Colby pulls his other hand away. He stands from the tub and leaves me alone.

Standing in the bath.

I swallow hard as I watch him leave. He exits the bathroom and walks into our adjoining bedroom. I hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor. I breathe a deep sigh of relief with him out of the room and step out of the tub. I remain silent as I dry my body off and brush my long black hair. But the entire time, I’m thinking of how much I regret stopping his touch. How much I wish I’d let him continue. The thought consumes me as I drop the towel onto the bathroom counter and move to the door frame of the bathroom, peering into our room. Colby is sitting in front of the fireplace, his body leaning back in his chair, his head turned towards the flames. Looking at him there, with his abs and his tattoos exposed to me, makes me crazy. He wasn’t even paying attention and I still wanted him. Without letting myself think, I walked from behind the door frame. My feet padded across the floor silently, carrying me closer and closer to him. He’s so focused on the fire that he doesn’t realize I’m standing there, not until I will myself to touch his hand.

Softly, my hand grazes him and he turns his head lazily towards me. If he’s phased by my bold choice to not bother to clothe myself then he doesn’t let on. Instead, he peers back at me with genuine fascination. I don’t speak a word as my hands reach out for his. He allows me to guide his hands to my breasts. With my hands over his I guide him to squeeze my breasts lightly. Our eyes never leave one another, both of us seeming unable to look away. My hands slowly dragged his hands down my torso. But the control that he lets me have stopped the moment he pulls me onto his lap, my legs straddling him. My lips are mere inches fromand his, my breathing hitching. He gives me a look that seems to dare me to make the next move. My eyes never leave his as I slowly place my hands on his chest, trying to regain my nerves. I drag my fingers down his chest, trailing over his abs and inching lower and lower. He remained locked on me as I toyed with the band of his sweats. His smirk returned to his face when I slid my hands beneath his sweats. Taking his hardening cock in my hand, he groans as I move my hand up and down.

“Fuck.”

He groans, a sound so beautiful that it makes me wet. At first, my movements were slow, his hips bucked upward in desperate need. I pick up my speed, our eyes remaining on his. Another groan passes his lips but before he can cum, he stops me.

“If I’m going to cum, it’s going to be inside of you.”

He sounds almost feral when he rasps this, his lips finding mine. His fingertips glide up my inner thighs slowly, causing chills to move up my spine. I bite down on the bottom of my lip as his fingertips brush against my clit.

“Come on baby…” He practically growls, his forehead resting against mine. .

“... let me hear how pretty you sound when I touch you.”

His index finger and his middle finger dip inside of me and, against any hope, I moan faintly. At the sound he chuckles, and pulls his lips back to mine. He hums against my mouth for a moment before I break the kiss.

I wanted him inside of me, I wanted to feel him deep inside of me, fucking me senseless.

“Please, Colby.”

I practically beg against his lips. My voice sounds small, almost pathetically, but if he thinks I’m pathetic he doesn’t let on. Instead, his hands move from my soaking sex, to my back. He holds me in place as he studies me in awe. As if the way my chest heaves up and down with serious need was something he hadn’t seen before.

“What do you want me to do baby?”

He rasps, leaning in to place a light kiss on my chest, right above my heart.

“Tell me what you want me to do darling and I’ll do it.

He finishes speaking and feel my face redden. The desperate need inside of me almost getting intimidated under the gaze of his pale blue eyes.

“Please, Colby. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to cum inside of me. Please.”

A single nod is all he responds with as he leans upward, lips back on mine. In a swift movement, he scoops me up into his arms and lifts me up out of the chair. In the few seconds he moves us from his chair to our bed, his lips never met mine. He placed me down onto the mattress carefully, softly, before pulling his sweatpants off. Once he’s fully naked, he kneels on the floor, his hands light along my legs as he spreads my legs apart. He looks at my soaking sex and smirks, his hands moving up to my hips. With a firmer grip, he brings me closer to the edge of the bed. Hoisting my legs over his shoulders, his head disapears between my thighs.

A feeble gasp falls from my lips as his tongue licks my soaking folds. He chuckles at the sound that escapes me, his tongue skillfully pushing deeper inside of me. My head feels like it’s spinning as he does this, my body getting closer to the edge with his every touch. The bundle of nerves in the pit of my stomach starts to become too much to bear and Colby knows it.

“Come on baby…”

He growls against me.

“...Cum for daddy.”

The moment he gives me permission, my body is more than happy to comply. My orgasm feels so intense that my head is spinning, my body completely at his mercy. Spinning so intensely he gets on top of me.

His lips find mine as he uses both of my hands to hold each of my arms down as he lifts them above my head. His grip is firm, but comforting all at the same time. I spread my legs further apart in anticipation as he guides his cock inside of me. He pushes in full tilt, pausing for a moment so my body can adjust to him before he starts moving. His lips capture mine once more as he thrusts inside of me. I loved how full he made me when he was buried deep inside of me. A guttural groan passes his lips with each thrust.

“I could fuck this sweet pussy for hours…”

He groans against my lips. His pace quickens and I can feel my body reaching its second orgasm and while I don’t want it to be over yet, my body has other plans.

“... It's like you were made for me.”

My body is thankful that he’s not going to make me wait for a release. Because I knew that I couldn’t stop myself from completely coming undone beneath him.

“Does my good girl want to cum all over Daddy’s cock?”

He whispers against my lips, pulling back to look at me. To admire the mess that he’s made of me.

“P-Please…”

I started as Colby raised his eyebrows, expecting me to play along.

“... daddy. Please let me cum.”

The same dark chuckle that has teased me the entire night, escapes him as he starts thrusting inside of me at a faster pace than before. He pounds into me relentlessly and it feels incredible. We don’t say another word as my walls tighten around his cock, my body releasing at the same moment his does. I feel his cock twitch inside of me as he stares down at me. His chest rises and falls faster than normal as he contemplates what to say next.

“I didn't do anything with the girl at the party. The music was so loud and I was just leaning in so she could hear me.”

His explanation isn’t needed, but it's greatly appreciated. He and I weren’t really in love, right? I try to speak but stop myself when he continues.

“You’re my girl now. I’m not looking for anything from anyone else.”

He keeps his eyes locked with mine as he says this as if he’s trying to make sure I know he’s being serious. I didn’t know if I fully believed him, but it was still nice to hear him say it.

“Mr. Brock. Talking like that could make a girl think you care.”

I whisper, moving my hand to brush some of his hair out of his face. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes briefly. A smile moves to his lips and it causes my breathing to hitch because I’d never seen someone look so handsome without trying to. He opens his eyes after a moment and looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“You’re mine to care about. Til death do us part.”

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Royal Flowers Chapter 7

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pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader (poc friendly/coded)

series summary: A long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a certain Jedi by the name of Anakin Skywalker meets you, the current Queen of Naboo and cousin of Padme Amidala, and is tasked with protecting you by pretending to marry you. As a spy, you’ve infiltrated the Separatist ranks and are close to finding out the mastermind behind all of it. The fate of the galaxy is in your hands.

warnings: minors dni! ageless blogs dni! canon-level violence/character death this chapter. series will have eventual smut, and just general warnings.

a/n: i am . baaaaack baby! hope y'all enjoy the chapterio. beta read by the very sweet @sythethecarrot . appreciate her so so much and alll of you for reading and giving this story your time :')

“Are you sure that we need Obi-Wan here, milady?” Anakin asks you, blowing on his clasped fists nervously as you wait for Obi-Wan to reach your chambers. He had sent a message an hour ago, letting you and Anakin know that he had landed in the forests of Naboo and would be reaching the palace soon. “What if it puts him in danger?”

“I understand your concern, Anakin, but we’re in over our heads now,” You hum, looking over the room once more to make sure things are in place. You realize it’s out of nervousness, and wanting to earn the Jedi Master’s respect, and quickly look back at Anakin. “But yes, we need him here, even if it’s just temporary. You’re not as skilled as he is, according to you, with the skill of mind-control, and we can’t risk the Separatists slipping out of your influence and realizing that the Queen’s husband was trying to figure out their plans. Obi-Wan, on the other hand, is unlinked to the palace, and his involvement would not directly jeopardize us. As for him being in danger… I have faith in Master Kenobi’s abilities, and I’m sure that his involvement will be brief, despite the necessity of it.” Anakin nods, grabbing his lightsaber from the depths of his pockets and flipping it in the air anxiously. He nearly drops it when Obi-Wan jumps cleanly onto the balcony, moving quickly to get through the open doors without being seen.

Hello there,” General Kenobi says. His voice immediately lifts a weight off of your shoulders. You knew as soon as you decided to take active action against the separatist while also uncovering their leader, you’d need more help. General Kenobi was the most adept in mind influencing. That, you could use. You couldn’t have done these last few months without Anakin, but it was time to move. And fast.

“Master,” Anakin says, striding to Obi-Wan and enveloping him in a tight hug. He hadn’t realized the importance of Obi-Wan in his life— the younger Jedi Knight’s torturous visions, nightmares of the people he loved dying as he watched helplessly, had stopped when he left, but the certainty of Obi-Wan’s guidance had disappeared with it. And when he was dealing with you and the nuance that your task called for, it certainly wasn’t easy to carry on without Obi-Wan and his gentle guidance.

Not that he listened to Obi-Wan all that much, but it wasn’t about that. He lets go of Obi-Wan reluctantly, knowing that their bond is deeper than words could convey.

“Master Kenobi,” you bow respectfully while Anakin quickly checks the noise dampener. “It’s an honor to have your assistance.”

“It’s an honor to be called. Will you walk me through the plan, milady?” He asks, settling criss-cross on the marble flooring of the room. You sit across from him, and Anakin joins your side instinctually before the puzzled look from Obi-Wan has him shuffling further from you until the three of you form a triangle.

“I was so caught up with the overarching goal that I lost track of the present. While it’s true that I absolutely cannot jeopardize my own mission, I cannot sit back and lose more of my people.” Obi-Wan nods in understanding, tracing circles on his knee as you confess your guilt.

“So you need to know more than what they tell you, and be able to have one of your Ministers know how to countermove without it coming from you,” Obi-Wan confirms.

“Exactly. It shouldn’t be too hard to get that information but I’ll need to know who it is I can trust. I don’t know exactly the scope of your abilities, would you be able to help me figure out which ones I can trust?” At your request, Anakin clicks his tongue, nodding at your request.

“Well, we can’t read minds. What we could do is something along the lines of figuring out what emotions they’re feeling when they talk to you?” Anakin suggests, garnering Obi-Wan’s approving nod.

“And as for getting the information…” you trail off, unsure of what to do now that you knew the Jedi couldn’t read minds.

“Well, there’s a few things we could do,” Obi-Wan processes aloud, something formulating in his head as he considers the options. “What do you know about the leaders of the Naboo Separatist chapter?” He asks. You snort.

“I’ve met their leader, but he’s a total dunce. I truly believe that they chose him because he’s easy to manipulate,” You say. At your words, Anakin lights up, nonverbal communication flowing between him and Obi-Wan. It’s kind of cute, seeing him more in his element. You like the side of Anakin that Obi-Wan brings out. It’s like the older Jedi pushes Anakin to be better— to think things out, to be rational. Something along those lines. But the shift is obvious.

“Easy to manipulate, you say?” Anakin says, an excited look on his face.

“If that’s the case, then there certainly is something we can do,” Obi-Wan says cautiously. “Is there any way I can see the leader in person?”

“I know where he lives,” you say, looking up at the ceiling to avoid making eye contact as you cringe at the thought of him.

“Why do you know where he lives?” Anakin asks suspiciously.

“Because he was once my boyfriend,” You sigh.

~~~

“Baby,” a sleazy voice calls out from the table you just crossed. Arus Dryskan sits in the booth of the low-lit pub, sketchy characters flitting behind you in the shadows. When your eyes meet his, you’re reminded of all those nights you spent with him, tangled up in the sheets. You’re reminded of the good and the bad: the way he’d toy with your emotions and blame you when other men would flirt with you, all the shouting matches, the control that he tried to impose on you. Part of you is affronted by the fact that he’d even dare to call you baby after putting you through all that. But you set it aside, reminding yourself that you’re in control here. He has no power over you.

You relax your shoulders and tell yourself that Anakin’s here, that you will be fine, forcing yourself to inhale and relax as you slide into the vinyl seating. Arus’ arm is thrown carelessly on the back of the seating, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he eyes you up and down.

“It’s been a while, Arus,” You say, reigning in your repulsion and leaning in to gaze into his eyes seductively, batting your lashes and eyeing him up and down. That should work, right? Even when you were together, it was never about the two of you— it was about Arus, about making him feel desired. You never were the most affectionate with him (largely in part because he’s fucking irritating) but you need him to think that you want him. It’s funny, there was a time when you found him quite attractive, but now, the only thing you can focus on is how revolting he is. He rakes one hand through his greasy hair, flashing you that grin that used to work so well on you.

“You’ve done pretty well for yourself, huh, milady? Queen of fuckin’ Naboo,” he says, leaning in to whisper in your ear. The heat of his body feels suffocating next to you, and the mere thought of his touch makes you dig your nails into your palms, trying desperately to regulate yourself before your fear gives you away. “It’s funny that none of these suckers know you’re one of us.” His eyes are conspiratorial, which you can work to your favor. You smile slyly, allowing your fingers to dance on the tabletops as you slide in closer to him.

“Nobody knows I’m here,” you laugh, “Not even my dunce of a husband.” At your words, Arus raises his brows, a big smile spreading across his face. Sorry, Anakin. “I’ve missed you,” you whisper in his ear. Your tone wavers between the truth of your desperation and the practiced smoothness that you used so often when you were with him. Your hand finds its way to his shoulders, resting there as you wait for him to give you some sort of sign.

“What about your dunce of a husband?” He asks you playfully, leaning back.

“You think that nerf-herder could satisfy me the way you do? I played around with him for a while, yes, but he was so boring. Not to mention how much…bigger you are. ” You allow your hand to drift downwards, teasing him through the material of his shirt. He may be a sleemo, but you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t built.

You almost want to roll your eyes when his hand shoots out to grab your waist, pressing you even closer to him as your hand travels from his pecs to his abs. Was he always such a simpleton? A pretty girl bats her eyelashes at him and he goes absolutely dumb. Or stays dumb. He’s not very smart.

“Do you wanna… get out of here?” you ask, your voice a low, seductive hum in his ear. You can practically hear the blood roaring in your ear, the feel of your heart thumping traitorously in your chest and you can only pray that he can’t feel it. Take the bait. Let’s go.

You have to hold back an audible sigh of relief when you hear the clink of his speeder keys as he grabs them, and you, and pulls you out of the bar. You know Anakin’s following closely behind you — Obi-Wan’s already at his house, you just need to make sure that he gets there. If anyone asked at the pub, anyways, they would’ve just seen one of Arus’ usual nightly conquests.

You keep touching his arm as you sit in the speeder and on the way to his house; you need him to be distracted so that he can’t see Anakin following behind you both. The ride there is short but he’s so revolting it feels like a lifetime— he’s telling you about how he blew up a village the other day and found it so funny. You have to force your laughter, but you really just want him away from you. You’re disgusted— the fact that you had ever touched him, had ever been so oblivious to all of him. Back then, he wasn’t so evil— or maybe he was, and he just hadn’t had the chance to show it yet.

In the rearview mirror, you see Anakin cut into the side streets, a shortcut to his place that would work just fine. Arus is too busy talking about himself to notice, as per usual.

“Let me open the door for you, princess,” he says when you pull up to his house. The second he’s unbuckled and standing outside of your door, there’s a soft thunk before he slides on to the speeder, practically falling in your lap as Anakin looks down at him with a glower.

“Thanks, Anakin,” You say, opening the door and throwing Arus out.

“Was it really necessary to be all handsy with him?” Anakin grumbles.

“How else do you think I’d be able to get him here?” You ask, puzzled.

“Still,” Anakin frowns. Is he jealous?

“Oh, don’t worry, my darling husband, you’re still the only man for me,” you confess dramatically, throwing yourself into his arms and snickering when he pushes you off with a scowl. “Moody,” you tease, helping him hoist up Arus and carrying his body through his door.

“Took you both long enough,” Obi-Wan says from inside the house. Once inside, Anakin doesn’t bother carrying him, instead just lifting him with the Force into the little chair and flicking his finger so that ropes bind him tightly.

“Normally, I wouldn’t approve of you using the Force for such a trivial thing, but the Queen looks rather tired from holding him up,” Obi-Wan quips.

“He’s quite heavy, you know,” you chime, sitting down on the ground.

“I think it’s best that you and Anakin wait in the speeder outside,” Obi-Wan says. “It would be bad if he wasn’t influenceable and saw you here with me.” You and Anakin shuffle outside at his order, sitting in Anakin’s speeder as you wait for Obi-Wan to do his thing.

“So… is that your type?” Anakin asks, looking out the speeder, past the dim streetlights to the clear Naboo night sky.

“What?”

“Guys like him.” You look over at Anakin— at his lean structure, deceptively strong and muscular under his robes— and shake your head.

“No. Not anymore, at least. I really only chose him because I wanted to do something for once in my life that wasn’t the order of someone else. I learned pretty quickly that that wasn’t the right idea. He was controlling, obsessive, and just downright mean sometimes.”

“So what is your type?”

“Why do you wanna know so bad?” You ask curiously, propping your feet up on the dash as you study Anakin’s face.

“Well, we’ve got time to kill,” Anakin says, fiddling with the keys to the speeder as he avoids eye contact. He does that when he’s nervous. Why is he nervous? This whole interaction is completely puzzling to you, but you think there’s a way that you can mess with Anakin’s head the way he’s messing with yours.

“Hmm… My type is tall, melodramatic Jedi who go by the name of Anakin Skywalker and are secretly, hopelessly, in love with me,” you tease, leaning over to his seat to pretend to kiss his cheek. He pushes you away with a scowl, glaring at you when you start laughing at his anger.

“Not funny, milady,” Anakin huffs, crossing his arms.

“I thought it was funny,” You grin, pretending to cross your arms and puffing out a breath in mock irritation.

“Stop that.”

“No. Not unless you stop being a child.”

“Why can’t you just answer me honestly?” Anakin asks, a note of seriousness in his voice.

“Anakin…” You sigh, thinking that you have an idea as to what’s going on. Your eyes dart quickly to make sure Obi-Wan’s still inside, then you reach over and put your hand atop his. “If this is about Padme—”

“It’s not,” Anakin grumbles, but you pay him no heed.

“Since this is about Padme leaving you, because I really don’t believe you, will you let me just say one thing? I’m sure she had her reasons. Padme never does anything that she knows would hurt other people unless she thinks it’s totally necessary.”

“I know that,” Anakin says quietly to himself, the metal paneling of his arm rippling as he flexes and looks at you. In his eyes there’s a softness you don’t find very often, one that’s inviting, that makes you want to pretend for maybe a second that this marriage was real.

“You’re perfect, Anakin,” you reassure him, lost in the depths of his eyes. Why is it that you can feel every breath of his as if it’s your own? As though his heartbeat itself matches your own, in total synchrony with every part of you.

“And so are you,” he whispers. You can hear his breath hitch in his throat as he looks at you and you wonder, just for a second, if there’s actually something between the two of you. You can’t be imagining all of this. But it’s over as soon as it started, Obi Wan’s voice snapping the both of you to attention.

“Milady, you’re going to want to hear this,” Obi-Wan says grimly, the slightest of tremors in his hand as he rakes through his long strands. You don’t know him well enough to say, but the way that Anakin perks up at Obi-Wan’s tone tells you that there’s something big. “The Separatists, they’re not just planning on launching military attacks, they’re planning on attacking the food sources; slaughtering and burning the Shaaks, poisoning the water sources. They’ll have a series of attacks and bomb blasts set up to distract the Naboo Military. They’ll stop at nothing.”

“Okay. Okay,” You whisper, brought back to reality. Your fantasies of Anakin in some role that he would never play are blinked away as terror seeps in, tinges your view of the future. “We’ll need to ramp up imports of food, and be prepared to maintain a completely safe distribution of food. I’ll leave it under the charge of someone not at the Capital, as I don’t want the spies interfering with our stores of food. As for the water,” You sigh, your mind turning furiously as you think. It’s all coming to a dead end.

“We can’t let it become like Tatooine, where they have to moisture-farm just to get water,” Anakin interjects coldly. You look over at him to see that distant look in his eyes and you know he’s somewhere else, somewhere horrible. You reach out tentatively to bring him back to you.

“The water will come later, after the food,” Obi-Wan adds quietly. “Dryskan told me when they’d do it all.”

“Is there a possibility that he could have fooled us, at all?” You ask fearfully, hands shaking as you think of more blood under your rule, more blood on your hands. You can’t take it anymore. You can’t let what happened, happen again. Anakin seems to read your mind when he places a heavy hand on your shoulder, nodding silently when you turn your head to look at him. He knows what you’re thinking.

“It can’t hurt to prepare, milady,” Obi-Wan responds. “But not a soul can know of your knowledge of it. They could strike sooner, leaving you no time to prepare.”

“Get enough food to account for a famine without anyone realizing, get the people in danger out before they can be slaughtered, too, and fend against the increasing Separatist attacks. Sounds like it’ll go without a hitch,” You remark dryly, leaning your head back to close your eyes. “There must be something big. It has to be big, if they’re going this drastic. They’re trying to make Naboo an example, once and for all, and that means that there has to be something big coming our way.” The three of you sit in somber silence, hearts in your gut as worry tenses your muscles.

“There’s a list of military attacks as well,” Obi-Wan says, breaking the silence. You reach for a slip of paper hidden within the sleeves of your robe

“We can’t write them down. A paper trail could be fatal,” Anakin interjects, placing a hand on your forearm. “I’ll remember them.”

“You’ll have to act fast,” Obi-Wan responds. “Their next attack is in two days’ time.”

“That’s not enough time to plan a full-scale defense, let alone having to do it all without the Separatists knowing,” you sigh, frustrated.

“We’ll have to evacuate the civilians, then. And quickly. Let the Separatists attack a deserted town,” Anakin suggests. He’s tired of the bloodshed, and you can’t blame him. You imagine that the blood spilled by the Jedi didn’t often involve the blood of the innocents.

“If we go now, we could encourage them to evacuate with enough time,” you respond. It doesn’t take much convincing after that, the three of you shrouded by the night as you drive on in tense silence.

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It’s nearly dawn by the time you arrive at the small town. There’s a feeling lingering in the back of your mind, some anxiety that you can’t give shape to with words. But you’ll be fine, you’re certain; if they find out that you and Anakin are missing, you’ll just lie. An early-morning stroll would fit you and Anakin’s dynamic rather well.

Some of the town’s workforce is up, walking in the dusty roads, illuminated gray by the early morning light. They look at you without suspicion, just a curious indifference. You stop the speeder, donning your palace robes and get out.

“Good people,” you say, your voice unwavering. You need them to believe you, like how they would if it was Padme telling them instead of you. “I come under the order of the palace. The Queen has knowledge of a Separatist plan that puts you all in grave danger. I’ve been sent here to aid you in evacuating; you are instructed to bring what is most important to you, and the palace will compensate and aid in rebuilding efforts should the town face damages.” You hide your nervousness— you can’t help it if they don’t believe you, but you also can’t tolerate another slaughter. Their faces show no signs of doubt, however; the mere mention of the Separatist forces are enough for most of the galaxy to tremble in fear. The chatter of conversation in response to your warning is slow but steady in its growth; the murmurs of people wondering what to bring, fear of the Separatists borne out of the knowledge of their crimes, and finally the concern for their wages.

“S’cuse me, ma’am,” one man says, stepping forward. You feel Anakin step forward in response reflexively, moving to guard you from any threat and for some reason, it brings a flutter to your stomach. “How can we trust that what you’re saying is true?”

“You can’t,” you say, a bitter smile pulling at your lips. “But the risk of not trusting me will lead only to death.”

~~~

“Six months is not enough to hide your thoughts from me, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says to Anakin as they usher the last of the town residents to the speeders, leaving them with the instructions on how to get to the determined shelter.

“I don’t know what you mean, Master,” Anakin mumbles, helping a child up into a speeder as he avoids Obi-Wan’s eyes.

“Anakin…” Obi-Wan sighs. “I am glad you have recovered from your heartbreak with Padme. Don’t deny it, young Skywalker, I have eyes and you’re about as subtle as a bantha with a trombone. And of course, with the current Queen, closeness is only natural. You spend every waking moment with her. But can you trust her?”

“….I don’t need to trust her,” Anakin grumbles, pulling on a loose thread on his shirt.

“But you do. I see it in the way you look at her, Anakin; it’s more than a mission. And when this is over, will you truly be able to let her go entirely?” Obi-Wan refutes. Anakin can’t answer his pointed question— he doesn’t know how to, because the thought of letting you go feels entirely foreign to him now. At his silence, Obi-Wan sighs, moving to stand next to him as they look at the open, deserted town.

“I know what the Jedi Code says about attachments, Master. But this… it feels different. I do not covet her, I do not wish to own her; no, it’s that she shows me those parts of me which I hide. She is similar to me, and forces me to be better. I cannot call it love, nor can I say that I can trust her thoughtlessly, but perhaps it is the Force that brought me to her.” Obi-Wan hums, lost in his own thoughts as he internalizes what Anakin said. Anakin wonders briefly how well it is that Obi-Wan understands his words— after all, only a fool would have missed the dynamic between him and Duchess Satine. But part of him knows that it wasn’t entirely truthful— was it not jealousy that drove him to ask you about Arus? Was it not jealousy that he felt when you mentioned having been with another man? Hadn’t he wanted to rip Arus to shreds the second he saw him touching you? Anakin pushes his feelings down, ignoring the churning in his stomach in the hopes that it’ll go unnoticed by Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, after a sizable pause, sighs heavily and nods. “Where is the Queen? You should go find her,” he says to Anakin tiredly. For a second, Anakin feels a twinge of guilt— he doesn’t mean to make Obi-Wan feel as though this is a lesson that he must parrot again and again, but it’s not like that with you. He’s not like that with you. But he swallows it, and goes off in search of you.

The sun is bright and beating down on him overhead. It’s been hours since you first began evacuating every soul in the town, instructing them and helping them pack. You’re good and it couldn’t be clearer to him. And if you’re good, he’s good. Maybe that’s why he feels more self assured around you— you and him have so many similarities but you seem to live your life without that internal turmoil that Anakin knew for the past few years a little too well.

As he walks the dusty streets he can hear the telltale sounds of a struggle, the sharp cry of pain which quickens his feet and takes him to the sight of you. He watches, almost frozen in his feet, as you deliver a sharp punch to Reyna’s throat, winding her before you sweep her to the ground in a move that he knows he taught you. A sense of pride fills him before it is overcome with horror— your hands, tangled in Reyna’s hair, slam her skull on the dry, dusty ground over and over again, until her body goes limp. You grab a nearby rock and drive the jagged edge into Reyna’s forehead, a splash of crimson spraying across your face as you look up to meet Anakin’s eyes.

The look lighting up your eyes brings a sense of familiarity within Anakin, that bloodlust that had clouded his judgment all those months ago when he killed the Sand People. Nausea chokes his throat as he remembers that day, sees you mirror what he must have looked like. And through the fog of his revulsion and fear and regret, he realizes that no one can know what happened.

“She saw us evacuating the people from the town, she knew we knew, she was gonna expose us,” You babble, still frozen on top of Reyna’s body. “She never trusted me, she never trusted us, she was going to— we would be dead if I hadn’t done it, she wanted us dead,” You plead, trying to rationalize and explain it all to Anakin. You don’t realize that he understands you perfectly.

“Come on, come on,” he ushers you, getting you away from the body as you begin to shake.

“What did I do, Anakin?” You whisper, trembling hands reaching to the ground as you try to sink away from his grasp.

“No. Look at me. My queen, look at me,” he urges, wishing so desperately that he could take away the horrified look in your eyes. “You didn’t do anything. You haven’t seen her since you were in the palace, after which you and I went on a romantic stroll. How did she find you?” He asks, hands resting on your temples as he tries desperately to bring down your panic. A little feeling of guilt burrows itself within him as he realizes he had never felt this guilty about the people he had killed. Maybe he should have, and that makes him feel worse.

“She— I forgot to take off all my jewelry, and there was a tracker in one of my bracelets,” you whisper, going to rip off the bracelets. “She woke up this morning and we weren’t at the palace, so she checked the tracker and found us here. She didn’t tell anyone, or she would have brought someone else with her.” Anakin nods, stroking your temples with his thumbs. You close your eyes, murmuring his name in a desperate sob, with a sacredness to his name that he’s never truly heard before.

Anakin hoists you away from Reyna’s still-warm body, the heat flowing out of her like rivers that seek you out, staining your hands with more blood. He doesn’t want you to deal with this, but fate has left the two of you with no choice. He can’t use the Force— Obi-Wan’s natural distrust of politicians, spies, whatever category you fit into would only make his opinion of you suffer. He’d be able to sense it instantly. And for some reason, Anakin wants him to approve of you. Desperately so, in fact. So he grabs some tools from the front of a nearby home, using some sort of shovel to dig into the dry dirt of the road. Each thud of the shovel radiates pain up his arm and the metal of his hand creaks and complains, but he hardly notices for the fact that the only thing you’ve been able to say is his name, over and over again. You’ve turned him into your anchor, and he can feel it, the vulnerability, the pain, the fear that you’ve become something that can’t be reversed. It’s the same fear that he feels so often, the same fear that he felt after killing the Sand People. And it’s then that Anakin realizes, startlingly, that he’d do anything for you.

Anything.

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haechanniesluvr · 1 year ago

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☆donghyuck after an argument with you oneshot!!☆

☆song recommended for this fic - Y Si Fuera Ella by SHINee's Jonghyunnie☆

- small tags : established relationship, slight angst?, boyfriend!hyuck, lots of tears from hyuck:(, tears from y/n too, it's a crying party, make-up make-out, hyuck standing in the rain. -

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"Why the fuck wouldn't you tell me about this, y/n?! Hm?!" Hyuck shouted at you as he shook the papers he found hidden in your nightstand vigorously in front of you. The papers stated that you had been accepted into University of Busan. You and Donghyuck lived in a small house in Seoul, and had been doing so for 2 years. You were happy together. Seoul to Busan would mean moving, leaving everything behind, leaving Hyuck behind.

"I thought you'd be angry, and you are!" you screamed back, not allowing yourself to be reduced to nothing by him.

Yours and Hyuck's love was just like this. Rough and passionate. Everything in your relationship was passionate, from the sex to the arguing. You both were constantly overwhelmed by the emotions that would arise when being together, and you fucking loved it. You loved him.

He sighed shortly and pressed his thumb and index finger to the top of his nose bridge as he looked up momentarily, frustration pent up in his normally relaxed face.

"No, y/n, it's not that. It's the fact you didn't bother asking me if this was okay. No, no, it's not even that! It's the fact you didn't tell me you got this letter in the first place."

Hyuck's eyes had gone from sharp and piercing to teary and desperate.

"Are you.. are you going to leave me?" He whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he swallowed the lump arising in his throat. He felt like his neck and been wrapped in barbed wire, and it was being tightened from behind.

You gently padded over to him and pressed the back of his head down so he was resting his face on your shoulder.

"I don't know, Hyuckie, I don't know." You felt his chest heave, making your tears begin to drop too. His nails began to dig into you as he lifted his head, pressing his forehead to yours.

"You can't leave me here. I need you. I want you." He whispered shakily against your lips. He looked down and grabbed your hands, squeezing them. His eyes were red and puffy, cheeks painted with a rosy hue and glasses steamed slightly.

You looked down at where he squeezed your hands, thinking for a moment. Was it worth leaving the love of your life for something that could change your life? No. Your life wouldn't mean anything without him in it. But still, the thought of what could be lingered. You could study your dream degree.

"Hyuck, I'm going to leave for a while. I need to think very long and hard about what I'm doing with myself. This might be the most important decision of my life." You huffed as you slowly unlinked his fingers from yours, letting his hands droop to his sides.

Grabbing your coat, you began to walk towards the front door, grabbing your bag and hanging it over yourself. Donghyuck was walking closely behind you, muttering the words 'don't go.. don't leave' as he watched you head for the door.

You didn't get far out of the driveway before you collapsed onto your knees, rain soaking your hair and body. Bringing your hands to your face, Hyuck ran over to you and wrapping his arms behind you, sniffling. He turned you so you were crying onto his chest, not caring about getting drenched.

"No.. I can't do it, Hyuck. I can't imagine my life without you. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.." You blabbered over and over into his chest, muffling your voice and cries. He gently stroked your wet hair, shushing and gently swaying you. You felt the droplets from his wet hair land onto your head.

"It's okay. Don't be sorry, I should be sorry.." He placed his chin on top of your head as his eyes fluttered closed.

Hyuck lifted your chin so you could meet his eyes.

"You have your dreams. I can't control that. All I ask is that you never stop loving me." He softly speaks in your ear.

You stare at his eyes, then down to his lips.

You kiss Haechan as if you had been starved. He melts into your wet touch, his tongue fighting with yours for dominance. Hyuck picks you up bridal style and shuts the front door behind you both whilst you pepper soft kisses down his neck. He groans slightly at your softness, and places you down onto the couch gently. He removes your coat, then your shirt and he replaces your bra with a towel.

He softly kisses your forehead as he removes his soaked shirt, and brings himself to share your towel.

"I love you y/n. I'll support you, no matter what you want to do. Forever."

"I love you more Hyuck."

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austinbutlerslovers · 4 months ago

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Master List II 100% Smut

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thedreadvampy · 6 months ago

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Waking up this morning so far my leg does not hurt as much as my shoulder. Which makes sense. Reminder if you're in any kind of crush/clash situation to keep your arms as low and close to your body as possible while remaining linked to your neighbour. Because trust and believe that once you lose that grip and allow your arm to come up past 90° it WILL get forced up, out, and back past your shoulder and that's an EXTREMELY painful way to take pressure for 20 minutes. Plus you'll be wasting half your pushing-back energy on Not Getting Your Shoulder Dislocated.

This is why if you're expecting to be rushed, it's important to use gable grip in the front row. Link arms with the people next to you (either both your arms should go over or both should go under) and, as much as possible, GRIP YOUR OWN HANDS TOGETHER.

(If you're behind the front row, your priority is to create space and support, so instead of gable grip, you should keep one hand behind the person next to you, one hand on the back of the person in front of you, and try to keep a wide stance and (without sacrificing pressure on their back) some distance between you and the person in front of you, so they have space to be pushed back into without crushing you)

The problem with gable grip, is a) it is uncomfortable to hold tightly for hours and sometimes difficult to make your hands meet, especially when holding a banner, and b) because you're linked to your comrades, when you take the initial impact and some of you are forced back, your arms will get pulled in opposite directions.

If you start getting pushed, clamp your forearm to your body, and keep your hands together as long as possible. Don't worry too much about your comrade's comfort levels in the moment - they should hopefully be doing the same, and that's how you keep the line intact. When you get a chance, check in and make sure you're not hurting them, but at the point you're getting hit by the opposing line, you will fully need to focus on your own body.

If you're wearing a hoodie or zipped-up coat and your hands get forced apart/you come unlinked from your comrade/you're on the end of the line, it's helpful to put the loose hand into your pocket and hold onto the fabric. That will limit movement and also stop them getting control of your wrist/hand as easily, which is the best way for someone to move you around. (I did manage to get my hand down and into my pocket after like 5-10 minutes and it helped a lot, but it was hard to do and I had already put a LOT of strain through my shoulder)

Don't let up until there's no longer pressure on you, because if you lose control it's very hard to improve your position. In order of priority:

Linked in with your comrade's arm

Forearm as close to the front of your body as possible

Hands holding onto something in front of you (each other, a banner, your clothing)

Elbow either below shoulder height or pushed as far forwards as possible

Upper arm clamped to your side (makes it harder to lose control of your elbow)

Gable grip is easy to practise but all that does is put you in the best possible position to START with, it may not be possible to maintain under pressure for 10, 20, 30 mins - and remember, the force hitting your line isn't a general, impersonal force, they have eyes, ears, hands and feet, and they will use them.

You're both dealing with an indiscriminate all-sides pressure and defending against one or more human opponents, so you need to act accordingly. That means don't keep them get anything in between your upper arm and your side, and don't let them start moving your wrists or hands around.

#red said #protest advice

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pezberrywhoreee · 1 year ago

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'Controlled'

pairing: dom!janis imi'ike x sub!regina george

words: 2,685

content warning: harddom!janis, puppyslutsub!regina, bdsm, d/s dynamic, hypno kink, puppy play, forced puppyfication, cnc, strap, humiliation, corruption, oral fixation, orgasm torture, overstimulation, frottage and grinding, spitplay (drool)

summary: she doesn't know what's good for her, but she'll learn

a/n: any tist's or people that do hypno (whether erotic or not), i want to make it clear that it was an artistic choice to not include dialogue of each suggestion of triggers that janis gives. i thought that it would get too repetitive and it could've potentially made the reaction a little underwhelming. however, i fully understand that suggestions must be made in order for a trigger to essentially function. i don't know if im overthinking it or not but im really not out here trying to misrepresent the art that is hypnosis with my subpar knowledge :D

"What makes you think you can talk to me like that?" Janis stalked behind the taller girl, her voice eerily calm and collected by her neck.

Regina only scoffed in return, finding the girls attempt at intimidation humorous at best.

"Kneel right now" the brunette ordered, her low tone already tickling Regina's inherent need to submit to the woman. "Fucking kneel!" Janis raised her voice when the blonde gave her an unimpressed look.

They had been playfully arguing about how Regina would make a beautifully pliable puppy, to which the blonde counter argued that the brunette was crazy to think that she would ever have such little dignity, especially in front of someone who knew her to be so confident in the way she held herself.

It was when Regia kept insisting a little too seriously that Janis was "delusional" that the brunette knew it was the perfect time to start the scene.

Janis grabbed the girl's wrist and dragged her into their shared bedroom. Not one part of her was surprised when Regina didn't put up a fight. She would never admit it but she arguably preferred submission over dominance. It was very obvious but she liked to think that it wasn't.

The blonde held the fierce eye contact that the brunette threatened her with, her peripheral catching how the girl's chest heaved in rage. Regina couldn't help the way her eyebrow cocked along with the smirk that pulled at her lips, which ultimately drove Janis to quickly push the girl onto the floor by her head, forcing weight on it until her knees gave out and she dropped on the hardwood.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" the blonde exclaimed as Janis forced her arms behind her back and gave her a warning and expectant look to stay put.

"You don't know what's good for you, Regina" the brunette hummed, controlling the rage in her voice as she moved to retrieve a couple of accessories to aid what she was about to put the stubborn girl through.

After Regina collected herself from being called her name by her girlfriend, she scoffed once more at her words. "So you're going to force me to find out what is?" she challenged, cocking her head though she kept her position.

"Oh please, don't act like you don't want it!" Janis retorted as she stepped back in front of the kneeling girl.

Regina rolled her eyes because she knew that the girl was right.

Janis joined the blonde on the floor, sitting in front of her to bring her to eye level. "Deep breath" she commanded as she forced eye contact with the blonde once more. She smiled as the girl complied, seeing a bit of her reserve dissolving. "Relax your body, untense, let your knees and arms slack if they need to" the brunette tapped into the familiar soft, monotone part of her voice.

On the exhale, the blonde allowed her body to relax. Her head dropped slightly and her arms unlinked, falling by her sides. Her weight fell into her hips, pushing down into her thighs.

"Good girl, one more time~". Janis encouraged as she mirrored the action, hopefully pushing the girl to feel more comfortable. "Let those eyes fall, listen to your body", she hummed as she kept a close eye on the girl's breathing.

Regina slumped on the exhale further. Her head closer to lolling but still not fully dropped, her stomach more pushed out as her chest hallowed.

"Such a good girl. Every time I say 'good girl' you are going to feel yourself relaxing deeper into that safe, secure place. Don't resist it" the brunette continued, smiling as she saw the girls eyes starting to flutter shut and become one with her breathing.

"Now, every time I touch your forehead and say 'stop' you're going to return to your normal state. Your breathing will be normal as if you just woke up. When you hear a snap, you're going to fall two times deeper into that safe, dumb, thoughtless place. Nod if you understand". Janis hummed, pleased with how quickly the girl was falling into trance.

The blonde gave a slight nod, showing the brunette that she was actively listening.

She brought her finger up and tapped her forehead, humming the release trigger. Regina blinked her eyes open, a tired smile on her face as the brunette came into sight again. "Very good~. How was that, baby?", she asked as her hand reached to stroke at the girl's thigh.

Regina gave her a less powerful scoff. "Do you think this is actually going to work?" she got out just before the snap resonated in her head and she instantly dropped deeper into trance.

Janis let a soft laugh leave her at the irony of the moment. "I'm going to touch your forehead and you will undress unknowingly. It will feel instinctual and natural and you will not realise until I point it out. You're doing so well, baby" she suggested, her tone becoming a bit more commanding, but still recognisable to the tranced girl.

As soon as Regina felt the touch to her face, her eyes fluttered open and she took in the girl's pleased face. She reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head and handing it to the girl in front of her. Janis took it with a chuckle at which Regina furrowed her brows.

The blonde pushed back on her ass to peel off the boxers that she was wearing, handing that to the girl too. Janis took a moment to acknowledge the light sheen of arousal that glazed the girls cunt. She waited for Regina to kneel again before piping up.

"Notice anything?" the brunette gestured to her body, fighting a smirk.

Regina looked down, taken aback by her naked state. "Oh fuck...I'm getting wet" she mumbled, feeling the growing throbbing at her cunt. She fought the confusing urge to let her hands fall between her thighs.

Janis let that smirk make itself known. "Well that was quick, huh?" she teased lightly.

"Shut the fuck up—" Regina just managed to retort before that snap triggered that familiar response that now become muscle memory.

The brunette took this opportunity to secure a leather collar around the girl's neck, making sure it wasn't too tight but tight enough to always be felt. She also slipped a leather harness onto her hips, fastening the buckles in the front snugly.

"When I touch your nose and say 'puppy' you are going to only think puppy thoughts. You will act like a puppy and nothing will exist besides following commands and being a good girl.". Janis hummed, feeling herself really getting into it now.

The trigger elicited a low whine in the back of Regina's throat as she came back into something akin to reality. These puppy-like sounds continued as she planted her fist against the ground and pushed her back up, now on all fours with her back arched.

She briefly shook her head, as if to rid of the hazy feeling in her body which Janis found endearing.

The blonde looked up at the shorter girl, her tongue threatening to loll out.

"Let go, puppy" Janis encouraged softly as she moved to stand back up. She hummed when the girl let her tongue hang out, little pants accompanying the act.

Regina started to barely noticeably wiggle her ass along with her panting but was encouraged by the hummed "good girl" that once again fell from the brunette's lips.

The brunette watched as the girl began to lightly shake from the amount of attention she was getting, a satisfied grin appearing on her face.

She reached for the attachable toy that connects to the harness as she spoke. "Puppy's don't think. You're too dumb to think on your own and you need someone smarter to think for you, isn't that right?" Janis hummed, her tone now mocking.

The blonde nodded, a wide smile obstructed by her tongue.

"Such a good girl-" she hummed before tapping the girls forehead again "in heat: 8". A shit eating grin appeared on the brunette's face as she attached the toy into the rings of the harness, quickly averting her attention back to the panting girl.

Regina sunk into the ground with another throaty whine, her tongue disappearing periodically to whimper. She looked up at the other girl with begging eyes, her ass pushed out.

"Please, mommy" she whined as she dropped her head, hopefully muffling the desperate plea.

The brunette tried to hide her surprise at the infrequent honourific that so beautifully rolled off the girls tongue.

"Uh uh, puppy's don't speak, you know that! Be a good girl and bark for me. In heat: 9" the brunette played around with triggers, laughing sadistically when the girl quietly barked as her face was tapped.

Janis marveled at the panting girl, in love with how deep in her mind she already was. Her eyes caught how the blonde was pushing her hips into the air, cocking a brow.

"Come here, puppy!" her voice jumped up an octave as she sat down on the edge of the bed, patting her lap enticingly.

The brunette hummed contently as Regina crawled over to her without question. She was rewarded with a few a scritches behind her ear which she leaned into. Janis couldn't help but find it endearing to see the girl give into what they both knew was good for her.

"What are we going to do with this mouth?" Janis teased as she ran her fingers along Regina's lips, pushing them into her practically drooling mouth and collecting some saliva to spread on her chin.

She chuckled as the vibrating girl's eyes went between her face and the toy resting on her pelvis, her eyes intense and eager.

Janis gave her a challenging look at which the blonde took the opportunity to nuzzle against the leather decorating the girl's hips, whining while doing so.

"Oh—do you want something?" the brunette taunted as she continued to softly stroke the girl's head. Regina let her tongue loll out once more before giving a low growl in frustration.

Janis knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to not think. She needed to turn her brain off. Now there's no reality in where she would admit this but the brunette could see right through her, and besides they had excessively talked about it during negotiation.

"Is the puppy all bothered? Is she not getting what she wants?" the brunette mocked as she slipped her shin between the girl's spread legs. She gave her a gentle nod as desperate eyes looked up at her.

With a growl the blonde lowered her cunt against the girl's leg, her eyes fluttering and another whine resounding in her throat. "You better put that mouth to use, baby" she purred as she took hold of both the girl's head and the toy, running the tip along waiting lips.

Janis bit her lip as the girl stuck her tongue out and took the silicon tip into her mouth, her hips starting a rather quick rhythm as she rubbed against the brunette. Her eyes squeezed shut at the heightened sensations that were powering her body.

The blonde started to feel thoughts fading away, her mind slowly becoming empty. This only increased her already debilitating arousal.

The shorter girl's hand found a comfortable grip on the girl's jaw, lightly forcing her to take the strap deeper into her mouth. She wanted to show her that filling her holes could potentially make up for being blank otherwise.

"All it took was a little coercion and mocking to get you right where you belong. To get you doing the only thing you're good for. Good girls only think about pleasing" she purred as she stared down into lidded eyes that held nothing but space. A heavy groan left her as she felt whines reverberating through the toy and push against her own cunt.

Just as Regina took the girl into her throat, she felt a grip on her wrist that elicited a stuttering of her hips, her eyes rolling into her skull and her jaw falling slack from its previous suction.

The grip on her jaw tightened "Who said you could stop?" the brunette taunted as she held her grasp on that wrist, prolonging the sudden orgasm.

Muffled moans fell from stretched lips as she instinctively continued to lave her tongue over the toy, eyes begging for mercy.

Janis let go of her wrist, a satisfied smirk plastered on her flushed face. "Good girl! You took that so well~" she hummed.

Regina panted around the length on her tongue, her eyes falling closed at the slight suggestion of falling deeper into trance. Her hips started up again, momentarily jumping due to the sensitivity of her cunt.

The brunette threw her head back as the girl resumed her eager sucking, the flat of the harness continuing to press against her.

She waited until the girl took her into her throat, her eyes fluttering at the fullness. "Statue" Janis hummed, tapping the girl's forehead once again and sighing contently when she completely froze.

The brunette chuckled as took a hold of the girl's hair and started pushing into her esophagus mercilessly, her breath hitching as she forced past the blonde's gag reflex. She stared down at the frozen girl in awe as she was literally transformed into a manipulatable subject to be used.

"Good girl" Janis groaned as she gave her a couple of deeper thrusts as to feel that friction against her aching cunt. "Such a good, pliable puppy" the soft laugh turning into a breathless moan.

A new wave of arousal shot through her as she caught sight of Regina's teary eyes, the trigger having had disabled her from blinking. Reluctantly she tapped the girl's head again, muttering a release before giving the girl some control over her own head.

An agonised cry left the blonde as she felt a grip on her wrist once more. Her thighs grasped at the shin between them. The soft touch of the brunette wiping the tears from her cheek made her realise just how sensitive her skin had become.

"Oh is it too much, puppy?" Janis mocked, feigned care in her voice as she let go of the shaking wrist. She couldn't help but admire how the girl trembled beneath her assault just like she was meant to.

The brunette guided Regina's lips away from the toy to allow her to fill her lungs and clear her uncomfortably empty throat. The blonde looked up at her with dead, watering eyes that begged to be consumed by the other girl's essence, to have someone make a decisions for her.

"Go ahead, baby" Janis whispered as she felt the girl's hips regain its effort in rutting against her leg. Regina wrapped her arms around the girl's thigh to brace herself before her hips took control over her being.

Her lips fell open in a pant, causing a steady stream of drool to pour out of her vacant mouth. A quiet growl left the brunette as the thin liquid made contact with her thigh, watching as a needy tongue pushed out more of what was left of the blonde's brain.

"That's it~ my undignified girl" she purred as she aided the humping girl by flexing her leg against her core. Janis knew that Regina would have scoffed at the comment if her mind wasn't currently leaking out of her holes.

The whines in the blonde's throat increased in pitch which was Janis's cue to press her forehead one last time and utter "In heat: 10", causing the girl to instantly tumble over the edge of another wrecking orgasm. Unintelligible pained sounds fell from drooling lips as her head collapsed in exhaustion, hips stuttering reluctantly.

"Such a good girl" Janis hummed, stroking the blonde's flushed face.

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refigiowen · 8 months ago

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Process Of Ruin

Chapter 1: Dirty Magic

My eyes are blown wide open, the ringing of my alarm fills my ears and i feel as if i had not slept for even a minute.

I turn off the alarm and reach out to turn on my lights but immediately realize that my room is lit up as if the mid day sun was shining. It is 4:30 in the morning. The giant billboard outside my window was much like a second sun, one that never stops shining. I despise it, truly i do. I stand up and take a look around the room: Trash, empty food containers, bottles of liquor, various juices that i cannot name, the dark green walls and the filth. Yeah, that is my home. A one room apartment that those poor bastards out in the outskirts would kill for.

I grab my suit, which i used as a blanket last night because my last blanket was infested with cockroaches, and put on my shoes. I would like to mention that i am dirt poor and would never be able to buy a suit like this if it wasn't a rule for every worker to be gifted one upon joining a corporation.

Upon stepping outside my apartment i am met with the door of my neighbour being open and his corpse laying on the floor. Clean shot in the head - Briah Security Force. Poor guy must have pissed off some big corpo for BSF to actually do their job (that being fighting criminals).

I turn to my right and am met with a mixture of scents and smells. Blood, vomit, a hint of piss and the smell of trash that has been set on fire to name a few. I take in the smell and can't help but smile. Not that i like the smell, quite the opposite, but i cannot help but see it as a sort of friend. I mean, it greets me every morning whether i like it or not, it's there for me when no one else is. Is that not what a friend should do? Either way i walk down the stairs and out into the streets.

They used to describe the cities of the future as these big, beautiful metropolises in the old world - in movies at least. I wish i was living in one, but sadly, i live in a shithole of a city called Eden.

The continents were mashed into one giant landmass called Pangaea and all nations that existed before that no longer exist. Mankind lives in a mega city called Eden where Corporations rule the world and a single central government called the Pale Garden helps them, at least that's what it feels like. Eden is divided into countless districts and areas such as Erewhon District, the place i live in. The closer the district is to the center - The Pale Garden - the less depressing and disgusting they are.

Sadly, i live thousands of miles away from the garden.

All humans are linked to something called the "NeuraNet". Long story short: a tool used by big corporations to either A: keep you alive for all eternity. Or B: to kill you or your friends and family with the press of a button.

It's basically impossible to escape NeuraNet as it's implanted into babies directly after they are born. Those who manage to unlink themselves are hunted down by the Pale Garden's Claws and basically every corporation in Eden.

The NeuraNet ensures that someone lives for as long as they are useful to whatever corporation they work for. The person becomes essentially unkillable through natural causes such as organ failure or aging. Oh yeah, they can control your mind as well by the way.

But hey, NeuraNet has its good sides though! I can order food with just my mind and stuff. I think thats neat.

I take in the smell of the street and begin walking to my job. What i work as and who i work for you ask? Like i mentioned, i live in Erewhon District and was lucky enough to get a job at Erewhon Corp., a corporation that specializes in.... electric guitars. Yeah, this district sucks. But i get paid enough to have my own apartment and to buy food. No one said the work life is fair. And once you're in it, you're not getting out of it. Few are lucky to be able to climb the ladder of the corpo life, with how little you get paid some can't even afford a roof above their head. Well, the buildings blocking the sky kind of serve as roofs but you get the point.

I walk into the building and scan my ID card.

"Caiden Jiang, 25 years old. 186 centimeters tall. Erewhon Corp. employee."

My job is to just check the guitars and distribute them to buyers. Ocassionally i get to look at some real goodies, like the guitar used by Mitch Mickleson the famous guitarist from Grovestreet District. Besides that it's just the usual paper work desk job that makes you want to blow your brains out. Whenever i can i look out the window and gaze down onto the streets.

Bloodstains, murder, gunshots and the filth of the city paint an almost beautiful yet twisted picture below me. In this chair on the 10th floor i feel like im above the city, in an empty sky, not chained by the gods of the city. And yet in reality im not even off the floor yet. I sigh and avert my attention from the window and continue staring at the screen before me.

Something i have not told you yet is that i am on the brink of getting a once in a lifetime promotion. Yes sir, you heard me right, a promotion. Getting a promotion in a corporation is as rare as finding a four-leaf clover in a field of roses! It's basically a free ticket to a better life, a decent wage and so much more. I had to hold myself back quite a bit from kissing my boss on his hairy cheek when he told me that i was gonna get promoted soon.

And with that knowledge i walk home, and for once, with a smile on my face. It has been, i don't even know how long, since i last left work with excitement for the next day in my heart. Truly, it has been forever since i felt anything other than sheer melancholy.

And so i walk down the streets of Erewhon district, occasionally looking down into the depths of Eden: "The Metro". No one quite knows what is beneath the city, apparently not even the big corps know anything about that place. I don't really care myself but i would be lying if i said that it didn't intrigue me. A place so mysterious that no corporation in Eden wants to go down there? Well, i for my part am more interested in that nice, nice promotion of mine. I know i am repeating myself but it is truly something special.

I continue walking home, around me are faces of sorrow and grief, sadness and terror. Oh yes, these people suffer. Oh yes, this city is terrible. And oh yes, i am sure the devil is looking down at us and feels lucky to not be down here with us. And as such, i feel as though i should embrace this chance at living a better life as much as possible. Look at these people, living on the streets, in dumpsters and slicing each others throat over a rotten artificial fruit. I live alongside these people, almost as a brother of sorts. But i decided to join a corporation and sacrifice my freedom for a chance to live a life that is worth living. And if i fail i still have my apartment and this suit that has not been cleaned for months. Freedom is something that i can live without. It doesn't let me pay for my healthcare and doesn't protect my wellbeing by sending Briah troops to my location should i ever be in danger. So what use do i have for all that free time when i can use it to work for a better life?

I walk into my apartment and look at my bed. Then my closet and then that godforsaken billboard outside my window. I sigh and smile once again, knowing that this all will soon be behind me.

The next morning i get notified about a Representative Corporation going out of business on NeuraNet. That kind of thing doesn't happen often, not around here at least and so i take a closer look at the article.

"The Representative Corporation of Erewhon District, Erewhon Corp., has gone out of business due to poor performance and low demand of their products. The contracts of every worker will be terminated and a squad of Claws has been dispatched to announce the next Representative Corporation."

"The Fuck..!?"

I begin to run, bumping into a person here and there. "This cannot be real", i think to myself, "they never mentioned any of that shit, they fucking lied - the boss lied when he told me about my promotion!"

And so, after running for at least a mile, i stand before the building, gazing up at the logo of Erewhon Corp. I feel betrayed, fucked with, and lied to.

They promised me a promotion, a better life. No.. they did that on purpose. To give me hope, that fucking bastard wanted me to feel HOPE out of all things? That smile on his face, how i want to rip each of his teeth out one by one. He had the choice of either telling me nothing but the truth, or feeding me poison. And now i stand here, promotionless, jobless, and with nothing to look forward to. I almost took a step forward in this sorry life, but once again, no, i still am at zero.

I can't even feel angry. I am more so... disappointed that i thought that i had a chance. After all, you either work till you die and get fed crumbs, or you die on the streets and get eaten by your neighbours.

And as i stare at my former company's logo, i am pulled out of my misery by the squad of Claws that the article mentioned.

And in an almost comedic manner i feel a woman's hand on my mouth and she pulls me away into any alley before the Claws could see me.

#ProcessOfRuin

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The Shot Heard Around the World Chapter 58

The Colony's Victory (Wattpad | Ao3)

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And that's a wrap. The first fic I have ever written for countryhumans is done. This is the fic that inspired me to start writing, and it is crazy the journey I have been on, and I am so excited to have it finally done.

September 3, 1783

It was finally happening. After eight long years, the peace treaty was going to be signed and United States was going to be free, be independent.

It was an exhilarating feeling, even if they hadn't yet signed the peace treaty, as United States needed to pick up two people from their hotel rooms. Knocking on their doors, after almost six years of captivity, Nova Scotia and St. John's Island exited, ready to be returned to Britain.

"You could have left any day if you wanted to. Why didn't you?" United States asked, knowing the doors had never been locked and that he had given them both permission to go back to Britain after the first draft had been finalized, knowing Britain couldn't back out of his promises after that. Nova Scotia smiled.

"Is it not the role of a country to hand over captured lands at a peace treaty?" she teased, her tone playful. United States laughed, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes.

"You're an idiot."

"And you're too stubborn for your own good," Nova Scotia said, walking over and pulling him into a hug. "Don't do anything stupid."

United States nodded, his throat tightening. This really was the end. His life was now forever changed, and he couldn't go back. He was going to be a country.

And he knew Britain would never let him see his family again for his betrayal.

"At least you have us," New Hampshire said, her voice gentle. United States knew she was right. No matter what, he had his states, he had James.

Maybe he would never have family the way he had with Britain, but United States wasn't going to be alone.

The thought soothed him.

"I will try my best, dear cousin," United States said with a smile, before holding out his arm for her to take, letting her walk alongside him as an equal even as he was about to become a country, become a person she wouldn't be allowed to talk to without permission.

"I hate that all of them are colonies. So long as Britain doesn't want us to talk, we can't. He'll still control that. Forever," Georgia said mournfully. And United States knew that. He knew that, and it hurt so much that Britain's refusal to listen ensured United States would never see them again.

They were going to leave his life forever.

At least he had his goodbye with Nova Scotia and St. John's Island. At least they could walk into the last room they would ever share together, together. United States knew Britain would hate it. Maybe that was a little bit of the reason as to why he did it.

Nova Scotia took his arm, and the two cousins, St. John's Island by his mother's side, walked to where the treaty would be signed.

United States shouldn't have been surprised to see Scotland there as he entered, but there his uncle was, fatherly worry in his eyes, a worry that would never again be directed at United States, because they would never see each other again.

United States hadn't realized he was on the verge of tears until James took a little bit of control and cleared their face. United States and Nova Scotia unlinked their arms, as St. John's Island rushed forward to hug his grandfather, Nova Scotia just behind him.

"I am sorry that you were separated for so long. I ensured they were treated well as best I could," United States said, ignoring Britain for now, knowing that his apology to Scotland was more important.

"Britain loves his family. He'll see that," Virginia said, her voice sad, as if she were feeling the same, painful emotions watching that reunion. Scotland nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Thank you," Scotland said, and the relief in his voice was clear. United States tried to speak, to say something else about how little he had wanted this, about how he had never planned for them to be prisoners, or even for his independence, but the words died in his throat.

United States knew it was far too late for that.

United States then turned to face Britain, bowing his head respectfully.

"I am sure that you want to let the rest of the family—" the family, not our family, because that relationship was good and dead, "—reunite with St. John and Nova Scotia, so why don't we make this fast?"

United States also wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to stand here without breaking into tears, but he wasn't going to tell Britain that, so it was better to give Britain a reason to want to leave.

"I'll take control if needed for your composure to be kept," James said, another solution for United States' aching heart.

"Agreed," Britain said, his voice firm, as he was clearly not over the outcome, nor the amazing deal United States was getting from him.

"He should have tried harder to give us a worse deal then," New York said, angry, "But he deserves it for the hell ships he put into my harbor."

Despite the anger and hurt and everything that was now between them in the room, United States signed the treaty, and then Britain.

After seven years, his father had recognized his independence, recognized that United States' land was no longer his.

In that moment, they both changed.

Britain became a few inches shorter as he lost all of United States' land, returning to the islands he still had.

And United States?

The new land between his old borders and the Mississippi caused him to grow a little, his clothes becoming tight in some places.

But that didn't bother him, not with the other change.

There was a strength that filled him, stronger than recognition, as if United States' land was no longer divided between two countries, but now wholly his, just his, no one else's.

The land was happy and excited, and it was all United States had to not cry and how his land wanted him, wanted him to be free.

Britain then left without a second glance.

"Goodbye, United States," Nova Scotia said, a sorrow in her eyes. Her father repeated the words, one final smile for United States.

And then they were gone.

United States…he was independent now, and…he was going to be a country.

United States was so excited for whatever the future was going to hold, for the times of peace he was now going to be able to spend with his children.

And yet, in many ways, he was also so, so scared. United States began to cry.

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