#when he first got here he hid for a whole day and hissed

[hafwen]

Timmy tried to join Lillie and i during our snuggle time and she hit him in the nose

Poor dude is the strongest and biggest but had the worst life before us so he gets scared so easily

He ran down the hall to one of mine and his normal snuggles and I have joined him.

It was so brave, he's never tried to do it before

Lillie why can't you just support him!

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bsd except Atsushi doesn't leave the Orphanage unscathed. He messed up, not that he could remember what he'd done.

But Atsushi didn't voice that, it would just seem like an excuse. Everyone knew if anything wrong happened it was Atsushi's fault.

There were no exceptions.

Atsushi had always healed fast, he knew that much. But the only scars he bore were made from fire.

He remembered that.

So did the staff when he was punished for the last time.

They called it their parting gift.

Atsushi stumbled out, only letting out the hiss off pain when once he was out of earshot. He didn't cry, not than and he refused to now.

It would only be worse if he cried, he didn't deserve to anyway. Not someone like him, not someone who the whole world had abandoned.

The first few days were hard, after that Atsushi found himself getting used to the pain. He bandaged it best he could, stealing some bandages and hiding out in a restaurants bathroom.

It wasn't ideal but it was all he knew how to do, bandage and hope got the best.

Pain wasn't exactly a stranger to him, so Atsushi got used to it like it never left him. He had other things to worry about anyway, like not starving to death.

He hid the wince when he pulled Dazai out the river. Luckily the man was too busy pissing off Kunikida to notice.

Atsushi didn't think much of it after that, settling into Agency life and processing he was the tiger.

It wasn't until he woke up in the infirmary after his fight with Akutugawa that Atsushi noticed the ever present pain was gone.

But that means...

"Hey Atsushi, can you come here a for a minute?"

Atsushi nods, trying to hide the shame and fear as he gets out the bed and walks up to Yosano.

He's suprised when he doesn't see anger in her eyes. There's something kind, something gentle and worried. It wasn't a look he was familiar with.

"Why didn't you tell me you were burned?"

It's said softly, there's no judgement or anger. Atsushi just feels more confused.

"I... Was I supposed too?"

Why would Yosano need to know he was hurt? It wasn't nothing major, he could handle it. He understood her using her ability after the fight, but for one simple burn?

He ignored the fact it was anything but a simple burn.

Yosano frowned, Atsushi was about to apologise but than she smiled. It was small and kind and sad.

He felt bad for making Yosano sad.

"You should, when you're hurting. Even if it doesn't seem big, I'd like to know when you're hurt. Can you do that for me, Atsushi?"

Atsushi, not knowing how to respond to that, just agreed. "Okay, I'm sorry... For upsetting you. And being a burden."

Yosano shook her head "you don't need to apologise for anything. Just, don't keep quiet about this stuff. You're not a burden, Atsushi."

To his suprise, he started to cry. He couldn't help it, he couldn't recall the last time someone had told him he wasn't a burden.

The last time someone had shown him such kindness.

Yosano didn't yell at him, not like the Orphanage staff would. Instead she handed him a tissue and ran a hand through his hair, telling him it was okay.

Maybe it was now.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Love another

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x reader x Oliva!Priscalla.

Warning: STEP-SISTER INCEST! Love triangle? Little reader, Sex tape, Creampie, Little space, Fluff, Fingering, mention of sex, Dirty talk, Pillow talk, Augst, Daddy and Mommy kink, Elvis kissing women, jealousy, Soft Dark Austin!Elvis, Soft Dark Oliva!Priscilla.

Summary: You were 11 when your mom married Priscilla Beaulieu's dad and Priscilla was 13 so when Priscilla meets Elvis at the age of 14 and you were 12 you sorta get a crush on him but you saw how your step sister was happy with him and saw how happy he was with her so you hid it away but over the years you hide a secret not knowing they already knew and multiple stuff happen starting with Elvis performing at one of his concerts at the international hotel ( @galaxygirl453 )

You strolled down the hall to Elvis's room where you and your sister were hanging out, A big grin stretched on your chubby cheeks, and holding drinks for all three of you, every step you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You still couldn't believe it, you got to hang out with your celebrity crush! You turned to walk through the open bedroom door but pause watching with a broken heart as the man you loved made out with your sister, tears threatening to spill, you run downstairs and pushed the drinks into a soldier's arms.

You cried the whole night and Priscilla being the wonderful sister tried everything to get you to tell her why but you refused to, determined to keep to yourself so after a while, she just give up. What you didn't know was that was only the first of many heartbreaks and tears along the way.

You cried on their first date, at their wedding, and when you realized you were in love with them both, you had cried so much that you would go into another headspace, one that longed to be held and loved, babied. You had some partners here and there but Priscilla nor Elvis ever approves of them.

Either one would scare your boyfriends away, or worse like when you were 16 and you lose your virginity to your boyfriend at the time Once Elvis and Priscilla caught you in the act Elvis almost beat the poor boy to death, and Cilla wouldn't help you until you promise not to bring a boy home, fearing for him and Elvis you agreed. It took a lot of pulling, Cilla threatening not to kiss him and you threatening to never talk to him ever again to get him off not without him shouting at the boy saying if he ever saw him around you again he'd finished the job.

Even now through their married, they were still protective of you. You shook your head and focused on Elvis as he sang 'love me tender' on the hotel's stage you could help but smile, his voice was like an angel but your smile turned into a frown as he suddenly jumped off the stage and kissed the women in the crowd. Your glaze switches to Priscilla, whose eyes were filled with sadness and hurt 'Oh hell Nah' you slid out of the circular Booth and stormed your way to Elvis "What the fuck Elvis?!" you yelled but before you could yell at him more his lips and tongue mets yours, his big warm hands hold your face, kissing you deeper.

It took everything in you not to kiss back and push him away "How..How dare you?" you glared at him "(Y/N)," He started however you didn't let him finish "Fuck you, Elvis Presley." you hissed in a low voice, eyes wet with tears and speed walked out the hotel ignoring both Cilla and Elvis, calling your name. You got into your car and drove to your apartment, you can't stop replaying the kiss for as long as you could remember you wanted nothing more than to be kissed by Elvis, and be loved by him, you had loved him since you were 12 but it was wrong, so wrong. You needed to time to think.

A week or so when things went downhill, you got fired for nothing and lost your apartment the next day. Without another place to go you called up Priscilla, with a bruised ego, asking if you could stay at Graceland with her and..Elvis although you didn't want to talk to him until you could get back on your feet. A team of movers arrived 10 minutes after the call and Jerry came to pick up you to drive you to Graceland where the couple waited by the door "(N/n)!" Priscilla smiled pulling you into a tight breathtaking hug, you return the hug with a fake smile plastered on your face.

"Darlin' look about what happened," "Hey Cilla I want to go see my room. Show me yeah?" you took your sister's hand and walked into her house leaving Elvis standing there, regretful and in pain watching the ground, he had to make it up to you. All day you and your sister caught up, she luckily didn't bring up what happened. You brushed your hair in front of your vanity and remove what little makeup you had on and dressed into your favorite baby doll. You happily sigh into the comfortable mattress and in no time you fell asleep.

Elvis sighed outside your closed door since he met you and Priscilla, he could see you like him at first he wasn't attracted to you in that way then you grow into a beautiful young woman he didn't realize he had fallen for you until he caught you giving your innocence to that cowardly son of bitch. He wanted to kill him hell he almost did and he wouldn't regret you were his, even if you didn't know it.

He felt so guilty for loving you Priscilla's little sister, of course, he still loved his wife but it became so overbearing, so much he breakdown to Cilla, imagine his surprise when she confessed she was in love with you as well. "we can do it, it's now or ever baby." his wife soft voice helped to relax him, Elvis hummed and nodded, with a deep inhale he opened the door and walked to your peacefully-sleeping form, "Darlin' wake up, let mommy and daddy show you how much we love you." Elvis cooed, moving your hair behind your shoulder "Dadda?" you moan, slowly opening your tired eyes," that's right it's dadda." Elvis smiled "Want dadda plewes." you begged, making grabby hands, He quickly took his robe off and flipped the blanket off of you "What do you want princess? Mm?" He kissed your neck as he towered above you his hard cock laid against your covered cunt, you whined and rolled your hips upwards "fuck me dadda." you pout, your eyes shined with frustrated tears, Elvis cursed under his breath, and yanked your underwear, freeing your rapidly wet pussy to the cruel-cold air, Elvis put two of his fingers into his mouth wetting them before sliding them in your tight-hot core, he set to work loosening you up to take his dick, his fingers curled as his thumb rubbed at your clit in a harsh speed, his fingers soon thrusted at the same speed.

Priscilla smiled as she watched behind the video camera at her love and sweetheart, Cilla could already feel herself getting wet but this wasn't about her it was bout you, and she didn't mind, she pressed recorded, Elvis and she is gonna enjoy replay this.

You whimpered cumming around Elvis's large fingers "that's it sugar, dirty daddy's fingers." he cooed with hood lust-filled eyes, his thrusts quicked almost slamming against your special spot as you finished, he was slow to pull out and sucked your juices off his digits, his dark orbs glazed into yours, smirking, his another hand stroked his leaking cock. "please, please! Fuck me!" you cried, pulling him closer, Elvis hissed as he slammed himself inside, his tip hitting your poor cervix. His strong hips rocked your shoulders against the bed as he stood up on the mattress and pulled your lower body up, his pounding moved into a new punishing angle.

His eyes rolled back, his arms around your thighs pulled at you to match his fierce hammering, moans, and fucks, goddamns leave Elvis, you weren't any better yelps and moans left you "Fu-So fucking right, gonna be my slutty princess huh? Let daddy use you whenever I want" his dull nails dig into your legs as he spreads them, his balls tightened at the pretty tight below him, your breasts bounce with each hard thrust, hair in beautiful waves, eyes hooded and look at him, lips fell in an o shape "your s-slutty princess dadda, Mark me please!" you jerked your hips, the invisible knot started to break "Goddamn, princess!" Elvis growled as he thrusted faster, his hot cum spraying into your walls and womb, pushing you over the edge with a blessed out scream.

You moaned, rolling to the edge and off the bed with a thud "Fuck! Ow" you barked getting off the hardwood floor and pausing when you felt something drip and pour down your sore legs "So h-he, that was real?" you stutter when the dots connected, you felt your face heat up, you had to find Elvis. You showered and changed into a white short dress, and started your journey to find Priscilla and Elvis. The endless doors made you feel like you were turning insane, you opened the last door upstairs, and the room was way different from the rest, a Circular pink bed sat in the middle, and toys, crayons, colored books, and plushies littered neatly around the white-wallpaper room. A big closet stocked with rows of pretty clothes that had colors of the pastel rainbow. You felt yourself slip "Ya like it princess? We had it made for Ya." Elvis whispered laying his ring-covered hands on your hips with Cilla on your right "Momma? Dadda?" "That's right! let's go color something honey?" Priscilla smiled taking your hand, and gently pulling you to the coloring table.

'Finally.' Elvis smiled putting his hands on his small waist watcing his lovers play together.

Taglist; @littlewierdalien @starwarsf1lms @galaxygirl453 @plasticfantasticl0ver @godlypresley

(@galaxygirl453 )

[edosianorchids901]

A Face You Have Known

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "among any option"

The world hadn’t ended. Adam had nudged things so that there would be no trouble with Heaven or Hell. And really, that should have meant that Crowley’s worries were over, more or less.

But within a week, he’d already found a whole new worry.

He and Aziraphale had been forced together by circumstances. In a different setting, neither of them would have chosen the other’s company. But as he’d often thought before, you got used to the only face that had been around consistently for six thousand years.

Now though, with everything changed and real freedom ahead, what if Aziraphale didn’t want to spend time with him anymore?

Crowley paced in front of the telly, with Golden Girls playing, and tried to think about anything else. But Golden Girls really wasn’t helpful for that. Seeing such solid friendships just worsened the screaming panic that kept threatening to overwhelm him if he slowed down. Which meant he couldn’t slow down, not even when the slight ache in his legs turned into a burn.

He took a deep breath, which didn’t help at all, and then veered over to tidy up some potting soil from the plant he’d destroyed yesterday. There was no damn reason to think Aziraphale would suddenly stop wanting to be friends. They’d always enjoyed each other’s company. Why would that change?

But what if Aziraphale decided to seek out other options now that he was free? It would be terrific if he could make more friends honestly, even human friends. But what if he found better options, ones who didn’t periodically cancel meetings for no apparent reason, and decided that Crowley was old news?

“That’s ridiculous,” Crowley said to himself as he swept up potting soil. “Stop being an idiot. Aziraphale’s your best friend. He’s not gonna suddenly ditch you for a human.”

Unfortunately, no matter how many completely rational arguments Crowley made to himself, the fear refused to fade.

---

By the next day, he’d paced in agitation so much that he could hardly move. His legs wobbled underneath him, refusing to support his weight for long. Deep, aching pain throbbed through them, from hip to feet.

“Shitshitshitshitshit,” he hissed as he wove down to the Bentley. Really shouldn’t be on his feet at all right now—overdoing it this badly was a sure recipe for getting himself laid up in bed for days—but he couldn’t just sit around in his flat. Not when he and Aziraphale were supposed to be going out for the day.

Besides, if he did that, he’d definitely kick himself headlong into a minefield of abandonment fears. Still hadn’t managed to switch off the worries that Aziraphale would ditch him now that the Arrangement wasn’t strictly necessary. If he canceled today, he would just spend the whole day in bed panicking.

Not that he wasn’t panicking anyway. Bitterness welled up inside him. Was he really letting an angel have this much of a hold over him?

Yeah. Yeah, he was. Because Aziraphale meant more to him than anything else.

Driving hurt almost as much as walking, and by the time he pulled up outside St. James’s, the pain made him dizzy. He shoved the door open and stretched his legs. Stretching didn’t help.

Crowley hid the pain behind an insouciant expression and a casual saunter. He was always at least a little sore, after all. This wasn’t that much worse.

“Hallo,” he called as he strolled up to Aziraphale at their usual spot. “Ready to hit those antique shops?”

Aziraphale turned around, looked at him, and frowned. “Crowley? What’s wrong with you?”

Shit. “Nothing, m’ fine.”

“No, you’re certainly not.” Aziraphale reached up and tapped his forehead lightly. “You get a little crease right here when you’re upset or in pain. So, you see? No point in hiding anything from me.”

Crowley gaped at him for a minute, then tried to rally. “Okay. Okay. Honestly, yeah. I get sore sometimes.”

“Sore?”

“My legs hurt. And it’s not an injury, they just hurt.” It was the first time Crowley had ever admitted it, even to Aziraphale, and the admission twisted his stomach. “But it’s fine, don’t worry. We can still go shopping.”

“Hurting isn’t ‘fine’,” Aziraphale said, indignant. “And no, we shan’t be going shopping if you’re in too much pain. Here, sit down.”

Crowley’s legs went even weaker with failure as he sank to the bench. “M’ sorry,” he mumbled. “Know I’m not exactly the best company to start with, and—”

“What?”

Aziraphale really was gonna make him say it all, apparently. Crowley braced, queasy. “I mean, demon and everything. I was just the only familiar face around. I know that given other options, you wouldn’t have picked me for a companion.”

“How dare you say that about yourself?” Aziraphale took his hand, squeezing. “Dear boy. I would pick you among any number of options. You’re my very dearest friend.”

Crowley’s spirits lifted. “Even if I can’t always take you out?”

“Of course! You can take me out another day, when you feel better.” Aziraphale brushed a light kiss to his brow. “Once you’ve rested a bit, we’ll go back to the shop. And, if you permit, I’d very much like to dote on you.”

“Gosh.” Crowley smiled, touched. “I’d definitely permit.”

[paperbag880]

Venom / Eddie Brock x injured male reader

This has multiple parts(this is the first part) and it's my first story here. Please alert me of any mistakes.

Summary: I had this thought about what if our beloved reader got himself in a bit of a pickle and Eddie and Venom were passing by.

Relationship: the reader knows both Eddie and Venom as close friends

Genre: fluff, angst?

Warning: mature language, bloody stuff, mention of drugs and a drug dealer, cannibalism

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

"Awww this sucks..." You sighted out as you held your side that was currently open. Some of your guts were out. You thought about pushing them back into you but they were dirty and it hurts like shit.

Your eyes shited in front of where the source of your injuries stood. Much to your discomfort, they walked closer to you. "For crying out loud you sure did what you told me you'd do. Impressive indeed. If I could I would clap." You said annoyed at the pain you felt from your side. "So this is the part where you're gonna eat me?"

"Indeed." Their heavy accent rumbled in your ears. You cringed a bit at the thought of dying to a person with such a heavy accent. Never thought you'd be dying to this.

You always thought Venom will do the eating part on you one day. Swallowing you whole like a grape. That will never happen, unfortunately. But back to the story.

You found yourself paralyzed as you could barely breathe cus of the blood loss. The person kneeled in front of you and stretched the collar of the shirt you wore, that Eddie gave you, and exposed your collarbone and your neck more.

"Not even gonna cook me first- FUCK!!!!" You yelled into the night as you felt your skin tear and your muscles detach. Blinded by both the pain in your side and the pain of someone quite literally taking a bite out of you made you feel light-headed and you almost completely blacked out. You woke up again because of the complete detachment of your skin. You screamed even more somehow. Why was nobody around?

The person gagged you with something as you struggled against them. You weakly clawed at their hand but your body became too weak to even hold yourself awake let alone fight against that weird cannibal drug dealer. You just wanted a god damn plant to smoke not to be food.

You could hear your skin tearing in the dealer's mouth as he chewed. It made you sick.

You finally stopped struggling as your adrenaline rush stopped and your body slowly gave out. You let out a last few muffled screams before shutting out. When you closed your eyes you heard an inhumane screech and a human scream.

'Venom...Eddie?' Your last thoughts before complete blackness

You woke up to a very familiar beeping sound of an electronic vital sign monitor next to your head making it ache. You opened your eyes and saw everything blurry. Being the panicking person you are you thought the drug dealer ate your eyes and brought you to their basement to eat you alive. But then again you won't be able to see at all, wouldn't you? You brought a hand to your face and unblur your eyes.

You looked around now seeing everything clearly. You were in a hospital, not in a dirty basement. You sighed in relief and tried to get up. Big mistake. As you did so your side and your left shoulder ached like they were going to kill you for even thinking of moving. You hissed.

"Hey, hey take it easy." You heard a familiar voice to your left. Once turning to it you saw Eddie with an outstretched hand towards you. He looked more tired than usual.

"Wassup man?" Your statement made him freeze a bit, like you weren't in a life and death situation hours ago. Your smile was innocent. It hid the mischief and pain behind it.

"What were you doing in that alleyway M/n?"

"Straight to the point I see, Edds. You know I'm not one of your so called "clients", right?" You looked at the ceiling ashamed to tell him you were going to buy drugs. He was quiet, Venom was probably saying something but you were drowning in guilt. This wasn't the first time the duo saved you. You felt powerless beneath your friends' gaze.

"You could have died-" Eddie said more frustrated than before.

"DO YOU THINK- I haven't noticed that, Edds?" You accidentally shouted the first part but silenced yourself before continuing. "I was literally being eaten alive like a fucking pray!" Your voice was shaking but not enough to make you cry. You were terrified. Who wouldn't? Even tho you seemed calm while the drug dealer with a horrible accent neared you, you never thought they would start to eat you while you were still conscious. That feeling will linger on your skin till the day you'll die.

You sighed sharply and brought your right arm to your face as you realized you have shouted at your only friend. "I'm sorry Eddie... I just-" you swallowed dryly. "I was going to buy some drugs from that person. Never knew they wanted to fucking eat me." You chuckled. You found it all so bizarre yet so real.

Eddie was quiet and when you looked at him he sure didn't look happy. He took a seat next to you. His hands fidget around as his frustration and probably Venom we're getting into his head more and more. You looked away once again. The last thing you wanted to see is your friend struggling...yet this was your doing.

"I- We have so many questions as to why?" He finally said something but you weren't happy about it. You've never told him you're an addict. You're ashamed of it yet you can't stop.

You looked further away from him. "Ask away, buds." When you didn't get an answer you looked at them. Eddie was squirming in his seat. He seemed uncomfortable. "I-..." You swallowed thickly, "I...I started smoking and taking drugs way before we met." You were struggling for words but you knew Eddie won't ask you anything.

He looked at you kinda surprised, it made you chuckle dryly. "Is it really that surprising? I mean look at me." You waved your right hand at yourself. Once you sighed and closed your eyes you let your hand fall. "I'll get it if don't want to be friends with me anymore. Who would want to be friends with an addict, really?"

"We would." This time it wasn't Eddie who spoke. It was the black goo that flote next to Eddie's head. You looked at them with doubt in your eyes as you sheepishly smiled. "I'm no use to you guys."

This time Eddie sighed and grabbed your hand gently to not irritate the eaten chunk on your shoulder. "We can work this out. If you don't want to heal we won't force you but we also don't want to leave you. Know we'll support you." He paused and chuckled a bit. "You know you want it yourself."

"I do." You said honestly and looked into Eddie's eyes. "I want to heal, Edds. I really do." You looked at Venom too as to say I will do it for the both of you rather than yourself.

"Well, first you need to heal from that." Eddie pointed to your shoulder. You were actually very curious if you'll look like the apple logo. "And that." Now Venom pointed to your side. You chuckled. "Will do captains!" You saluted with your free hand, the other was still held by both Venom and Eddie.

To be honest you never saw them this sentimental before. They were always bickering which you found funny at times at the other, concerning but their chemistry works.

"How did you guys find me?"

"You forgot your jacket in our place so we wanted to give it to you." Venom spoke first and laid your jacked on your laying form. Not gonna lie you found it cute.

"Okay, but how did you know where to look for me? And thank you Venom." Now you asked more specifically. Eddie looked away from you. He seemed embarrassed. You tilt your head towards him. "Edds?" He didn't say anything so you turned towards Venom. You know they would say it probably. "V?"

"We've put a tracking device for dogs, we bought, on your pants." To say you were stunned to speak is an understatement. You looked at Eddie for confirmation. He was looking everywhere but you fidgeting in his seat. Your eyes widen when Eddie made brief eye contact with you your mouth slightly agape. "Look, after the incident with the old lady, we had to!"

"YOU SWORE TO NOT EVER BRING IT U- ow ow ow!" You jokingly raised your voice but regretted it as your side started to hurt. You laughed tenderly at the memory. Eddie laughed with you too. "Who's idea was it?" You looked at both of them.

Venom looked at Eddie who double looked at Venom like he couldn't believe his eyes. "Hey don't put all the blame on me! You agreed instantly and insisted on buying it the same day!" They started to bicker over whose idea it was. You smiled at them.

They sure were your best friends. Although you want to save them one day too. It's not fair they always save you. You are no damsel in distress. You'll heal for them and you'll be a better friend too.

You really don't have a healthy mindset kid.

[novantinuum]

cw self harm + fictional character/personal musings under cut (SU edition)

just some stuff i wanted to get off my chest as i reflect on my journey to the Somewhat more stable person i'm doing my best to become. there's a little bit of fic mixed in here.

y'know, to this day, even though i (thank god) never personally dropped to the point of depression of ACTUALLY harming myself... i still think a lot about the whole fic i once had in mind about steven and self harm.

even though i never finished the rest of it, i actually posted the first part of it- a little character study on steven and depression, written pre Future- as its own one-shot. it's here.

this little piece is... one of the more unusual things i've written, stylistically. i don't often play around in second person. but like... for jen at the time... it was written in second person because these were thoughts i was myself actively battling. that cold, empty fog of just... eh. of complete apathy.

and there was a lot more of it, too- sitting half-written in my notes, as i hid in the back storage room of my job at the time and tried not to think about just how easy it would be to "accidentally" nick my finger with the box cutter, just to see what it'd feel like.

...steven discovering that the statick-y jabs of a stray destabilizer he finds bring him a rush of realism he hasn't experienced in a long while.

...steven accidentally nicking himself with his razor when he's shaving (i actually have a whole finished bit for this-)

You’re 16 years, 7 months, and 11 days old the first time you cut yourself. It’s an accident. Or at least, that’s the narrative you claim. You’re shaving the patchy hairs on your chin when it happens. Your hand slips, and you rake the razor across your skin. “Youch!” you hiss, flinching. The razor drops from your slackened grip and falls into the sink. Blood rises to the surface of the nick almost instantly, and with it, a rush of warm, grounding sensation you haven’t felt since the destabilizer stopped having any placating effect on you. A faint shiver wracks your body, your nerves tingling as your brain catches up with the fact that you’ve wounded yourself, that your delicate skin is broken and its cells need to arrange to send clotting agents to the site of impact. Thankfully though, you’ve got a better remedy for woes like these. You lick your finger, and dab a bit of spit on the tiny wound. The skin weaves back together in a flash, pink light sparkling around the area for a second. You stand at the mirror motionless for a long while after this, unable to stop thinking about the intoxicating rush of… of realism you finally experienced again. Of solid, corporal presence. You stare into your dark, void eyes with such laser sharp focus that you don’t notice you’re gripping your fists in a vice like grip until your fingernails pierce though skin. It stings, but you decide you don’t mind the pain this time. You forgo healing the crescent-shaped wounds. For now. At least, not until you leave the bathroom and face the world outside. Not until you have to. Sometimes you’re not sure you’re worth wasting your powers on anyways. - The very next day, driven by a nauseating mixture of obsession and shame, you go to the store and buy a small hobby knife and a set of blade refills. Something you could get away with hiding in your drawers under the socks you never wear, that would never be labeled as “missing,” something all your own. With your healing powers, you figure… it isn’t like any damage you sow to your body really matters. It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re just… finding ways to cope with all these difficult feelings. Ways to feel alive again. Coping is normal. It’s fine. No one has to know.

...steven slipping into a whole habit of self harm and then healing to cover the damage, over and over, a desperate, indulgent impulse entirely unseen by the people around him. ___

i think a part of me at the time was almost... jealous of steven, as ridiculous as it may be to be jealous of an idea who doesn't exist. i was jealous at the thought that- with his self-healing ability- he could hurt himself and then fix it up lickity split with no one the wiser. there's such an unspoken shame to this aspect of depression... to how it impacts you physically. to the scars it leaves. to the sickly smell of your sweaty, oily body after days and days of not showering, not because you CHOOSE not to, but because you're literally unable to bring yourself to.

etc etc.

and so i was jealous of the idea of steven. the idea of someone who could feasibly HIDE all that. and i compressed that jealousy into second person fic. and writing that unposted fic quite possibly saved me from a world of pain. it gave me a much needed outlet in a time where i barely had an anchor to grab onto otherwise.

i think it says a lot that in those days- despite the fact that i had a whole intervention and hopeful ending planned for it- the only pieces of this fic i finished were the parts that was steven actively harming himself, or reflecting on the act of self-harm. back in that time, in the height of my own depression, in the days where i was writing such catharsis-less stories such as Shattering Atlas, it was really hard to imagine happy endings for my favorite characters because i was incapable of imagining a happy ending for myself.

i still struggle a lot with this.

but-

as i prepare to post the final chapter of my lil SUF one-shot anthology Second Skin tomorrow-

i realize that this is me, finally making good on my promise to give steven that happy ending. finally making good on working towards my own. and it may not be an ending for this unfinished second POV fic that i clung to in my days of darkest turmoil, but it's still the ending of an era. and i think it's a pretty good reminder, too.

a reminder that some stories just need time to simmer, time apart from your pen, time to sit in solitude until you're in the right mindset to truly dig into the heart of their themes.

[beantothemax]

Anyway hello.. Inbox fic jumpscare

Why, oh, why did it have to be pirates!? Obviously she knew the reason, no normal people would go to the Dread isle, but she still wished it could have been a team of non bandits.

The pirates had not done anything so far, but she still hid beneath the stairs on the deck. It was a small, cozy space. Most importantly, she was hidden behind some barrels and was difficult to spot. She sat there for hours, staring out at the gorgeous sapphire colored sea while people spoke and laughed above her.

"Where's Lyn?" Hector asked.

She wanted to groan, but didn't in fear of being found.

"I don't know, I think she's hiding cause she's sea sick," Matthew replied.

Wildly incorrect but a rather funny answer and she involuntarily snorted.

"Lyn?" Hector asked.

He peered through the space between the steps, smiling when their eyes met.

"What're you doing down there?"

"N-nothing! Leave me be!" she hissed.

Hector didn't care for what she said though and removed a barrel that hid her so well.

"Hiya Lyn!" he laughed.

"If you're gonna sit here too, at least put the barrel back," she grumbled.

"Okay," and he did as told, sitting comfortably beside her, "So... Kent said you're hiding here because you're scared."

"He did?"

"Yes."

"Snitch."

"So you are scared?"

She rolled her eyes but muttered in the affirmative.

"He said you don't like criminals because some killed your parents," Hector said, uncharacteristically soft.

She tensed at the mention of her parents and moved further away from him, but that was hardly half a foot, given the tiny space they sat in.

He put a careful hand on her shoulder, "I- uh, my parents died of a plague. For months afterwards, I was a clean freak and bathed so much I got rashes. I know it's not the same, but I get why you're so scared."

She wanted to cry just thinking of them and she wished Hector would stop trying to sympathethize with her. She wanted to be alone and deal with her feelings alone, but she couldn't muster a single word.

"...I know you're scared to sail with bandits and I'm sorry there were no other options. If it'll make you feel any safer, I can stay by your side and make sure they don't try to hurt you," he said, so strangely sweet and calm that for a moment, she doubted whether it was truly Hector that spoke.

For so long, she didn't know what to say. Most others had dismissed her and a few even called her dramatic, but now one of the people in the company that she disliked most offered such a considerate kindness that all she could do was cry.

Hesitantly, he wrapped an arm around her. She eagerly hugged him back, unintentionally soaking his shoulder with tears. They sat there for a long time, holding each other while Lyn cried and cried, and for the first time since they boarded the ship the previous day, she fell asleep.

He carefully picked her up and brought her to a spare hammock where he let her sleep. He nearly left, but recalled his offer to protect her. She might wake up and he might not be there. He could lose her trust so easily...

And admittedly, she had grown on him. He wanted her to feel safe.

THANK YOU????? OH MY GOSH????? PIE ON GOING TO DIE??????,,,,????.?.?.?.?.?

lyn not wanting to board a pirate ship since her family were killed by criminals is a REALLY intriguing lil plot point that I like a lot and this whole fic just!!!!!!!! emphasized it!!!!!!! a!!!!!!

her not seeking comfort but recieving it anyways in Hector!!!!!!! and him going through a similar experience and promising to stay with her and a!!!!!!!!!!!!! pie this is so lovely what the heck!!!!!!!!!!!!

[strangefellows]

4. “I picked a bad time to become a decent person.” with someone of your choice because I can only imagine the situation and I'm sure it'll be hilarious. For some reason I'm imagining Cu to be involved somehow but I don't know how XD

gfsGSgsfgsfgfgsgh oh my god i love this one. i'm gonna have to use my asshole moth for it, i can't picture anyone else, we'll see if cu pops in (time to absolutely bullshit vaguepost about events that haven't happened in NA yet and that I didn't see the translations of!)

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"No. Absolutely the fuck not. No. I'm not sure I could possibly say 'no' with any more disgust and disdain than I'm already saying it."

And yet, the orange-haired hurricane continued to grin at him. For a human, she was sure capable of that menacing aura a predator had when it was about to eat you, Oberon thought sourly.

"Come on. Everything's more or less settled! We got the Grail, shenanigans have been duly punished, all that's left is to enjoy the Singularity for the few more days it's gonna last!" She grinned at him wider, which made him feel a little bit like a very stupid squirrel that had walked right into a fox's den with an EAT ME sign. "You have to come! It's the first summer Singularity since you got here, you should at least see what it's like!"

Oberon gave her the most withering stare he could muster, which while wearing this particular face was a little kneecapped. Didn't stop him from trying. "No. I don't. In fact, I refuse. I'm not sure what happened in the Singularity, but you have to have hit your head pretty hard to even think about assuming the words 'summer' and 'beach' have anything at all to do with me. Ever." He grimaced, baring the sharp row of pointed teeth he usually hid with a glamour when in this face just to make a point. "I would rather eat thumbtacks."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," his ridiculous, terrible, horrible, natural disaster of a 'friend'-turned-Master said, flapping a hand. "First off, if head trauma or other grievous bodily harm really caused stuff like that I'd need to be a lot more worried than I am. And secondly, it's not that bad. I'm not even making you put on a swimsuit!"

"First of all, you are insane. Clinically. How has your medical team not all had aneurysms," Oberon asked flatly. "Secondly, if you so much as think the word swimsuit at me again I am never coming out of my room." He crossed his arms. (The only bonus about being in this stupid face was he wasn't accidentally scratching himself with his claw, honestly.) "Go on. You're still completely failing to convince me to come. Try again."

Oh. Wait. No. Abort, abort, that was not a comforting look on her face. In fact it was the opposite. Abort, he took it back.

"Weeeeell," she sing-songed. "Castoria's coming~ She did mention she'd like it if you tagged along for old time's sake~"

Casto-- right. That's what she'd taken to calling her since there were a good goddamn dozen of the girl in the same room back in this metallic hellhole they called a headquarters.

..........fuck.

"I hate you," he said. "I hate you so much. I hate you most out of everything on my long list of things I hate."

Komadori just laughed. "Sure you do," she said fondly. "Now come on, let's go, she's waiting for us at the Command Room."

"If I could set you on fire with the sheer force of my hate," Oberon hissed, undeterred. "God, why did I pick now to attempt to be a decent person? Of all the times, it had to be now."

His horrendous natural disaster of a Master grinned at him again. "Because you like me, despite your protests, and you like her, and you would do anything for us with only slightly less complaining than usual. Now hush. Let's go to the beach! I'll buy you something fruity at the snack stand."

"...make it the biggest bowl of sorbet you can find or something stupidly alcoholic and you have a deal. No, wait. A whole ass watermelon. Those are summery, right?"

He really did hate her. He hated them both. He did.

But...he's a liar, after all. His patchwork existence is a lie, even now, impossible to distinguish from the truth. So if he says he hates them...well. He doesn't know. Even he's never been able to tell whether or not he's lying.

...he's not lying about wanting a whole ass watermelon, though. That's worth the trip to whatever this summery hellscape's going to be. That's the only reason he's going. Definitely. Absolutely.

Ugh.

[horrorartist23]

Ok so I have rewritten a few things of the story ending but please read the whole thing again. It will make more sense

⚠️Tw: heavy Abuse/Scars/violence and blood⚠️

Victor was one of 5 Children in his Family. Born in 1953 he is the youngest from his Siblings and the last child his Parents Veronica and Albert Bellman had. They were very Wealthy, had a big mansion with nannys butlers and more. They also had a big yard with pool that they could play in. His Siblings consisted of James, Rick, William, Fabian and him. They were always spoiled by Veronica and Albert but Bellman was left out. Basicly the runt of the litter. They spoiled the other 4 but punished Victor for the smallest and dumbest reasons. When he was just 10. It was always ,,we never wanted you" or we dont care about you" or ,,you are a mistake" despite that he still tried to be polite just like he was taught. He got locked in his room. His butlers brought him food and let him out for showers and the bathroom. In school he didnt have many friends. He was bullied for being ,,wierd" even tho he was just a well dressed, well mannered young man. Other kids also thought he was a ,,teachers pet" a few of the teachers in his school were nice to him and cared for him. When he came to school with scars or a black eye he would always be asked if everything is ok but he would say yes. If he told them they would have hurt him even more. Family members, teachers, neighbours they all knew, but Victors Parents always threatend to hurt him. He went to a diffrent school then his brothers. His grades were alright. He couldnt do any better because all of the abuse got to him or he slipped a bunch of times and got worse grades. At 16 years old he was 7 feet tall in high school. He also got exspelled from his old school because he beat up another student. That guy bullied him and he snapped. Eventho he got into a lot of trouble by that time he was so cold inside from the abuse that he didnt care about it. He graduated from the other school when he was 19. Victor could have had a job and everything but his parents still locked him in his room. They focused on his brothers. All of them got a job, even thier own familys later. Victor was only cared for by mainly Butler Regi who was there since he was little. But even after a few years he couldnt help him anymore. Now here is the thing. His parents still locked him in his room. People would ask why he didnt just escape trough a window or sneak out? They were cameras everywhere in the house and in his yard. Plus he didnt dare to try.

The torment continued. Sometimes they would just beat him for fun. That included cutting with knifes, belts, with fists and one time a Machete right in his shoulder. The wound got badly infected since he wasnt even allowed to go to the hospital. After a while he couldnt move that arm anymore. He was covered in blood too and to add to that had a belt tightly tied around his neck. His Parents told everyone that he had died in a horrible accident.

25 years later. Both Veronica and Albert sold the house to a family with 2 kids. Two young girls and moved into the city where they both where caught by the police only a few days later and sentenced to life in prison since there was more then enough evidence against them. But they refused to tell where Victor was. His room was hidden behind a Bookshelf with a lever behind a certain book.

The new family settled in well and 9 years later the two girls where snooping around when one of them pulled out the book with the lever behind it. Curious she pulled it and opened the secret room. They didnt go in tho they called thier parents first. So the parents weaponized them selfs with knifes, told thier kids to go into thier rooms and then went into Victors room.

There they found him laying on the floor covered in blood and scars. The father wanted to help him but Victor hissed and quickly hid from him. He lost all of his trust. The mother wanted to call the police but the dad wanted to help him. It took them 5 years to earn his trust.

Since Victor had alot of scars and wounds he needed to go to a hospital but he was too scared to go outside. They arranged a whole medical team to come to the house and treat him there. And tho he was fond of them at first he realised only shortly after that they wanted to help him. So he got all the scars stitched up and they treated him for his arm/shoulder injury.

The Family with one boy and one girl took Victor in and they treated him like he was family. Something he always dreamed off. They taught him many things including everything that he needed to live on his own. He became really close with them. Since Victor had forgotten alot of things he needed to be taught these things again. But they got it all covered. From here on out it finally got better.

A few years later Victor moved out, thanked them for everything and continued being in contact with the family after. He moved into a flat and later got a Main Coon cat he called Chleo.

He searched for a job with the help of an agency and found the Bellhop one. He agreed to it and soon meet his younger co workers. He was fond and didnt like them at first. But they became close friends later. Then it took Victor 4 years and he finally met Roger who he later falls in love with.

Fun fact!:

Roger and Victor are only one month into thier relationship with one another. They are both to scared to make the next move

[midsummereve1993]

@youlightmeupfinn @appetite4savage @la-undercover-latina

Warnings childbirth and fluff.

A/n please let me know how I am doing with my stories, I want to be able to do better and hope that yall like the story. Please like and comment.

A special present.

December 7 2022 8:00 am

Mick leant in the kitchen door as he watched his wife danced around the kitchen with there two young daughters which made him smile, when he met Kaitlyn more kids wasn't in his mind mainly because be had three elder children and grandchildren but fate decided to throw in two special additions to the family.

On July 4 2010 Olivia rose enter into the world weighing Sox pounds eight Oz and 20 inches long shocking the happy couple, shortly after welcoming there first child together they hid her for three mouths before they told the fans and his bandmates. Bryleigh had blonde hair like her mother and blue eyes like him making her perfect mix between them. Nine Years later they got another surprise when on May 4 2019 they welcomed their second daughter together, Madeline Claire come into world unexpectedly because her mother had no ideal she was pregnant.

Thus making mick more glad that the blessings he had gotten, his three children were shocked and over the moon when they met there siblings and would visit and take them out to spend time with them. "I would but yoit siblings and cousins will be here soon mick said excited to see his children and grandchildren.

"But daddy it's music Maddie said to her dad giggling as he twirl her around with his finger, "Madeline your dad is right we need to get ready for your siblings and cousins comming over Amelia said as both girls run upstairs giggling the whole way making mick turned back to his wife and give her a kiss on the lips. "And how is this little one doing mixk said placing his hand on her belly, "there doing just fine she said Leaning back in for another kiss.

Eight mouths ago they got the sudden shocked of finding out she was pregnant again which sent her into a mental breakdown considering he was 71 and she was 38, she knew the fans and media thought she was only using mick for fame but truth is all three pregnancies were a surprised but huge blessings. "You ok baby u noticed you looked stress mick said as he noticed the past few days she was on edge, "yeah yeah just I Have be reading the comments on my Instagram page and I just she said as mick pulled her unto a hug.

He knew she was facing a lot of backlash for the pregnancies but they were blessings and it broke his heart when he caught her crying shortly after the first two pregnancies, "Baby you know what they do to you and I really don't want you reading them, "I know but I get curious and just can help myself she said before hissing. "You sure you ok because I notice you be hissing all day today, "our son or daughter is just kicking a lot she said kissing her husband on the cheek and went after the girls.

Mick watched her go not believing her for one minute, she was showing signs of going into labor and he feared she was going to have a baby and that scared him more then ever.

December 7 2022 12:00 pm

Mick watched his wife chat with his daughter and couldn't help but watch her body change every few minuets, two minutes apart were the Contractions but untill she was in full labor she would refused to belive she was. After a few minuets he noticed she had disappeared and excused himself and went to find her.

Meanwhile Amelia had came into the kitchen holding on to the fridge as she breath deeply trying to stay calm, through out the whole day she was experiencing contractions which made her tense up before she felt a hand on her back, "Baby you ok mick said rubbing her back as his wife moaned before leting go of the tight grip she held on the fridge. "No I lied to you baby, "the whole day i'v be having Contractions and I thought they were only braxton hicks but now they won't go away she said crying into his chest.

"Just breath baby and we will get you to the hospital just let me go tell les so he can watch the girls mick said as he headed out the door before a yell stoped him, "no please Don't leave me mick please Kaitlyn said crying as another contraction ripped through her making her tense up and causing mick to walk back over and rub her back. "Breath baby just breath he said rubbing her back and waited for the contraction to pass.

Downstairs nikki noticed mick had be gone a while and headed upstairs to see what was wrong and found both of them in the bedroom Kaitlyn rocking back and fourth. "Mick is she ok he said comming into the room making mick turned to look at him, "no she's in labor and I need you to drive us please he said as she helped his wife Downstairs and into the car while nikki informed everybody what was going on and he jumped in the car and headed off.

"Oooo hurry nikki please Kaitlyn Saud yelling as another contraction hit her, "I'm working on Kaite I promise nikki said looking back at mick who had a scared look on his face. Nikki could see the hospital in the distance and told them before he heard Kaitlyn scream which was something he never heard before. "I can't hold it anymore, "I'm pushing oy God Kaitlyn said bearing down and giving into the contraction.

Nikki immediately pulled over and called 911 while getinf out of the car and rushing back to mick and Kaitlyn opening the door on Kaitlyn side, "ok Kaitlyn just push that's it. "The dispatch says I need to check for a head nikki says before a hand is placed on his making him look at mick, "hey hands off

my wife mick said to Nikki making the younger men laugh, "mick it isn't like It's something I haven't seen before remember mick I have five kids. "Regardless I don't want you looking at my wife private parts, "OH MY GOSH GUYS I DON'T CARE WHO SEE SMY PRIVATES BUT MY SON OR DAUGHTER IS ABOUT TO MAKE APPEARANCE SO PLEASE DON'T MAKE A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT Kaitlyn said breathing heavily as she felt the baby head crowing.

"Ok baby just breath mick said as he lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear to see hos child head crowing bewteen her folds, "ok sweetheart the head is right there just keep breathing to allow yourself to stretch around the head. Nikki placed his hands on the crowing head to keep it from crowing too fast, "just breath perfect ok now kaitie I need a gentle push Nikki said as he put his hand behind her head to help her push.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Kaitlyn scream as she give a push and fhe head poped out making her yell as she poped her head back, "Baby the head is out your doing so good mick said rubbing his wife arm in awe of her. All of his children he has be amazed at the amount of strength they had to bring his children unto the world and even now the strength of Katie amazes him.

"Ok Katie look one more push and your have your baby nikki said as she pushed again and nikki caught the baby before placing the baby on Katie chest, "Katie we have a baby mick said Leaning in to kiss his wife on the lips as he heard the emts in the distance and on the way to the hospital mick messaged his kids and party members to let them know the baby was here.

After being checked out Kaitlyn and mick were placed in a room to bound with there new baby, "you were incredible baby mick said looking at her making her laugh. "Yes but I couldn't do it with the support of you and nikki and by the way you didn't want Nikki looking at my private parts really mick I was having a baby and you know he did watch his five kids be born

"I know I know but come on honey look at it from My point of view, if you were a man and your wife was having baby you wouldn't want anybody else looking at a spot where only your allowed to look. "I get that but honey a baby was coming out of me so I didn’t care who looked she said looking at her newborn baby, “do you think the girls will be happy mick Said looking to his wife who smiled at him. ““Probably not but you knew what i’m sure once they see there sibling there fall right in love with ‘em she Said as she heard the door open and she looked to see her two stepchildren and her two daughters coming into the room.

““Mommy you had the baby Olivia said running over to her mom making her two elder siblings laugh, ““I sure did baby are y’all ready to see your sibling she said as both girls nodded  there heads as she took the blanket and unwrapped to reveal there sibling who was sound asleep. ““Guys say hello to Christopher Alan she said and saw the excitement light up her eldest daughter face, ““we got a baby brother she said as Madeline looked at her mom with tear filled eyes. ““But momma I wanted a baby sister she said as Kaitlyn   reached out and stroke her face, ““I know baby but mommy had no choice on what the baby was but I promise you that you will love him. After both girls plus stormy and les held there brother they were sent home and mick and Kaitlyn were released  later that day. 

When Christmas come the girls opened there presents mick and kaitlyn were extra thankful for the new baby they were blessed with, the following year in march they announced they had welcomed a child in December of 2022 which sent people into a panic and shock since no one knew she was pregnant except there families and friends but as time went on they were a happy family and Christopher filled that spot they had no ideal That was missing.

[hyunjilicious]

a helping hand [henry cavill]

A/n: No idea where this came from, and if you guess who the mysterious person mentioned in this fic is, I’ll give you a cookie. If not, you’ll have to wait until I write the second part!

Summary: you ask Henry to help you take some pictures for your onlyfans account KINKY 3.4k

Warnings: dirty talk, age gap, obsessed henry... stalker-ish?, innocence kink? is that a thing? well, henry has it in this fic, nudes, masturbating (both), cum play slight humiliation, daddy kink.. i think that’s all? It’s pretty tame :)

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"You're a good guy, right?" you asked, your words reaching Henry's ears as soon as you both passed the threshold into your apartment. 

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "I'd like to think so, yes. Why?"

Ever since you moved in, he'd been glued to your side. The man that lived across the hall from you, although about 16 years older, turned out to be exactly what you needed in your life. He was polite beyond words, everyday willing to throw a helping hand to whoever needed it, built like a machine and with a sense of humour to match.

Every Saturday you went shopping together, and he would always insist on carrying your bags too, even though you'd take the car to the supermarket and rode the elevator up to your floor. He was the one who you paid with a beer to unclog your shower drain, and you were the one who ironed his shirts every time he needed it. Whenever he was out of town, Kal remained at your place, and whenever you were away from home, Henry came over and cooked in your kitchen, because apparently the window positioning in your apartment facilitated the smell getting out faster.

You had been the one who got him to shower and convinced him to eat after the so-called love of his life cheated on him, and he was the one who convinced you not to stop working on your degree when things got too difficult. He was everything to you. And that's why he was the one you decided to trust with this, too.

"I need some help with something-" you said, walking over into the kitchen, arms full of shopping bags.

"What is it?" 

"You wouldn't judge me, right?" 

"Of course not, darling" Henry laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head as he started helping you unpack.

"I need someone to take some pictures of me" you confessed, all of a sudden shy as hell. 

"Hm, ok" he nodded, ripping open a bag of lentil chips he forced you to buy. He urged you to take the first piece, and after you did, he dug in, eyes trained on yours as he waited for you to continue.

"Nudes-" you added and then saw him choke.

Red as a tomato, his eyes bulged out of their sockets as the chips got lodged in his throat. "What-" he coughed, shaking his head. "Nudes?"

"Yeah, well-" you added, taking a step back as you felt he needed the space. "I didn't know if you knew, but I have an onlyfans-"

Henry coughed again, finally placing the bag down. "Definitely did not know"

"Ok-" you laughed, "It's really good money"

"And you need me to…"

"Only if you're comfortable with it!" you jumped in. Hoping it would comfort him, you placed your hands on his biceps, your big eyes looking up into his. "I really trust you with this, but if you don't want to, it's absolutely no problem. I'll ask someone else"

Never in your life had you seen him so out of it. He seemed uncomfortable beyond words, his brows slightly furrowed as he processed your request. But there was no way in hell he'd ever decline such an offer, it just seemed too good to be true.

"I just didn't expect this, that's all" he chuckled, bending down to kiss your forehead. With his hand on the back of your neck, he gently prompted you to look up again. "Just tell me when"

"I mean" you breathed out, looking around. "Whenever you're free. We can do it now, if you wanna"

As his enthusiasm grew, so did his cock inside his suddenly too tight jeans. He couldn't help but grin, as pure lust became visible in the blue of his eyes. "Now it is"

"Thank you!!"

"No problem, darling"

Henry made himself busy around your kitchen, tidying up and placing the newly bought items in their designated place as you rushed to your room to get ready. Your make-up wasn't too extravagant, but the lingerie you picked out was nothing if not too perverse. Everything was visible through the thin material, your ass was completely exposed, and the thick rope you held in your hands was the cherry on top when it came to what Henry fantasised about every night.

"I feel weird" you laughed, stepping into the kitchen, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe.

"I'm sure you look absolutely beautiful" Henry shook his head, locking his phone and standing up. He walked over and when he reached you, you undid the knot and took the robe off, doing a childish pirouette to show him the full picture. 

"Good?"

"Really good" he sighed, closing his eyes from fear that his self control would crack any second. 

You both moved to the living room and the photo shoot began. Although stiff and self conscious at the beginning, you eventually let loose. For the next hour, you posed seductively for him - you touched yourself, moaned out loud in order to get the right expression, giggled innocently into the camera, stared at him with a ball gag in your mouth and it was only the beginning.

For the second part of the shoot, you moved to the bedroom. This was going to be much easier, since you wouldn't be facing the camera. You kneeled in front of the bed, bending over the mattress as Henry stood behind you, waiting for instructions.

"I'm not sure which angle works best..." you told him over your shoulder. "Can you try a few, and then we'll see which ones we like?"

"Sure thing" he chuckled and got to work.

It was weird, not being able to see him, but you remained there, patiently waiting for him to say something. The room was almost perfectly silent, only the faint music you felt on in the living room being audible. You were relaxed and calm, until you felt Henry's boot push your knees apart. You almost gasped, but then he pressed his hand to your lower back, pushing you further down into the mattress, before he grabbed your ass, lifting it up a bit.

"Much better" he stated, stepping back and resuming taking the pictures.

"Wow-" you breathed out, completely turned on by the stern way he handled your body. "Thank you"

"Absolutely no problem, doll"

And finally, for the last part of the shoot, you handed him the long, thick rope and an instructions manual, opened at page 23. "Can you tie my hands to the bedpost, please? Like it says here"

"This is the shit you kids are into, these days?" Henry laughed, sitting down next to you on the bed. 

As he worked on doing the knot, you stared at the patches of chest hair that were visible between the stained buttons of his shirt. "It's what gets the most views."

"But you don't like it?" 

"I do!" you nodded and then hissed out in pain as he tightened the knot too much. "I think it's hot, I wouldn't do this if I didn't like it"

He seemed pleased with your answer, only sending you a smile before he was finished tying you up. You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it.

"Yes, you look incredibly hot, if that's what you wanted to ask"

You burst into laughter. "Yep, thank you"

Next, you instructed him on how you wanted these pictures to look. The first ones were from the foot of the bed, so that your whole frame would be visible. You arched your back and bended your legs, curling your toes as you pushed your chest out. Even though you couldn't see Henry, his eyes burned your skin. His heavy breathing was audible behind the clicking of the camera, as he every now and then sent you a low grunt of approval.

The lewd sounds he was making had you extremely turned on, as if the way he stared at you wasn't already enough. 

For the last pictures you wanted to take, you asked him to come closer. "I want these directly from above. Get my chest and my hands in, that's all"

"Yep" he agreed, and then moved next to you, the mattress dipping as he settled beside you. Henry took a few pictures, but judging by the look on his face, he wasn't happy.

"What? Tell me" you pouted.

For a second, he looked around the room. You had no idea what he was looking for, and it wasn't as if you could help him while you were still tied to the bed. 

"Let's try something," Henry said, his words coming out more like a question. You nodded in approval and then his left hand found your chest, his fingers expertly undoing the front clasp of your bra. Your tits spilled out and sudden embarrassment creeped up your body, making your cheeks burn.

Your first instinct was to cover yourself with your hands, but your wrists were still tied to the bedpost, leaving you completely exposed. "Oh.." you whined, rubbing your thighs together as you looked at him for approval. Since this was how things were going to go, you at least wanted to look sexy.

"This ok?" Henry asked, his hand on your waist. It was the first time he touched you without a pretext that day, making your pussy all but cry out with need. 

"You tell me" 

"You have really nice tits" Henry grinned and then pushed himself up.

"Thank you…"

And you were completely done and wet for him now. He didn't even try and you were the one who whored around in front of him for an hour, but all you needed was probably a single touch and you'd cum, screaming his name. His massive cock painfully strained against his jeans inches away from your face as his frame towered over your naked chest, taking picture after picture.

"Act more innocent" 

"What?"

"Pout" Henry cleared. "And raise your eyebrows. Guys love that"

Or, in fact, he loved that. As soon as you followed his command, the atmosphere changed. He hid his face behind the phone in his hands, trying to mask his ungodly arousal. As if you couldn't see his cock, all but leaking inside his pants. 

And he did take a few more pictures, two or three, before, without another word, jumping off the bed and bolting from the room.

"What the-" you yelled, pulling on the rope. "Henry, what are you-" and then, you could have sworn you heard a door slam shut.

There was literally nothing you could do, bound naked to the bed. And as if the situation wasn't already messed up enough, the way he left you there, helpless and alone, made the pleasure inside your belly grow exponentially. Thigh rubbing did absolutely nothing to alleviate the pain, and no matter how much you squirmed around, you couldn't do anything else other than keep edging yourself.

You had no idea how much time passed before he returned, but when he walked back into the room, you couldn't have been happier. "Henry-" you whined, looking up at him. "What happened?"

"Nothing sorry" he shook his head. He looked terrified, afraid that you would hate him forever. "I'm sorry, I- heard my phone ring and I-"

It was the worst lie in all creation, but you didn't mind one bit. You weren't mad at all.

"That's ok" you smiled, "You could have told me, but it's fine"

"You're not mad?"

"I'm not" you said, "It comes with allowing some to tie you up, I guess"

"Oh shut up" he blushed, leaning over your body to finally undo the knot. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go now, I really have something to do"

"Yeah, sure, thank you so much, again" you sincerely said, rubbing your shoulders and enjoying the feeling of blood freely coursing through your arms again as you followed him to the door. 

Before hugging him goodbye, you clasped your bra back on, and then moved behind the door so no prying eyes of any neighbour that might pass by could land on you. 

"Wanna come over later?" Henry asked as he walked out of your apartment, "Grab a beer or something?"

"Yeah, sure" you smiled, butterflies in your stomach as you so wanted to ask for another favour. "I-" you muttered before you stopped, shaking your head. "Nevermind"

"Everything ok?" Henry frowned, extending a hand to you. "Tell me"

"It's nothing"

"Come on"

"We'll talk later today, ok?" you asked, hoping you'd gather more confidence until then. He agreed and you went your separate ways. 

Oh and how grateful he was you did. Henry barged into his home, slamming the door shut and locking it in a haze. He stumbled to the bathroom, feeling intoxicated. It was as if the last time he actually managed to get a breath of fresh air was before you asked him to take your pictures. He felt suffocated and attacked. He had you naked in front of him, moaning and doing your best to look confident and seductive, yet he couldn't touch you. Couldn't place his greedy hands on that sweet body of yours, on the body he so often dreamed of ruining. 

Ever since you moved in, you consumed him. You plagued his dreams and whitened his nights. The sweet college girl that didn't know how to change a light-bulb, the one he dreamed of fucking until she cried, was displaying her body on the Internet for strangers to see. He was enraged and incredibly turned on.

About 5 minutes ago, he had stormed out of your room, running to the bathroom to release the fucking pain that tormented his cock. It took him about a couple of minutes of rubbing himself to finish, yet that wasn't enough. As soon as he was alone again, he hopped into the shower, placing himself right under the stream of ice cold water.

It steamed off of him. He was still under your spell, breathing heavily and cursing under his breath. "Holy shit, baby girl" he muttered into the empty bathroom, one hand against the marble wall in front of him. He bowed his head, the water pouring down his face as he thought of you, and the way you touched yourself in front of him. He remembered the smile on your lips when he returned to you, tied to the bed and eager to see him again. His cock fucking twitched at the thought. 

A few painful strokes later and he was cumming again, your name on his lips as his seed left his tip, wasting away down the drain. The shower was completely useless. He felt as filthy as ever.

Henry grabbed himself a beer and opened his laptop, unwilling to let you go. He wasn't an expert when it came to social media and about an hour passed until he gave up trying to find your account. You didn't want to be found and he respected that. Or…

As he scrolled through the apps on his phone, he remembered. 'bbdoggydoll28iwon, I use that password everywhere [...] no, I won't change it [...] I trust you won't hack my Instagram, Henry, shut up'

Oh, and hacked it, he did. He couldn't have cared less about your chats, but he 'ctrl+F'ed his way through all of them, until he stumbled upon a conversation with your best friend, where you discussed different possible names for your onlyfans account. He prayed with all his being, to all the deities he knew, that you hadn't changed and your mind and that you used the one you settled on with your friend. And when he checked the account and saw your cute, little smile in the profile picture, he almost orgasmed again.

Firstly, he tried to log in, but for this, you created another password. Henry didn't even think twice before making a fake email and typing in a random name, as he created himself an account. He pulled his credit card out, fingers sweating as he added in his credentials. And then there you were. 

He couldn't believe his eyes. A month's worth of content, right before his eyes. The last post, made 23 hours ago, was a selfie taken in the bathtub. Foam covered most of your body, but not your tits as you playfully blew bubbles around. "Oh fuck…" Henry groaned, palming himself through his underwear.

He took another sip of beer and scrolled further down. Every post alone was able to blow his mind, but when he came across a video of you getting yourself off, he thought he reached heaven.

Your legs spread apart as your fingers toyed around your clit in circular motions, your toes wiggling with pleasure, your tits, naked and bouncing and you softly rocked your body - he was done. He connected his headphones, willing to believe he could be the only one to hear your innocent whimpers and moans. His hand found his cock without him having to tear his eyes away from the screen. 

"I wish you were here-" you cried out in the video, and he lost it. "I wish you could stuff me, Daddy. I'm needy and alone… please-"

"Jesus Chris, y/n" he breathed, throwing his head back as he bucked his hips, thinking of how sweet your pussy would feel while being stretched to the extreme. 

"... I know you want to fuck me, Daddy…" 

"Course I do, baby girl" Henry grunted, completely sucked in and mesmerised by you.

"Pull my hair-" you whined, before moaning.

"I'd pull your hair until you cried, my baby." Henry moaned. 

"... I wanna be yours… I wish you owned me…"

And then he couldn't anymore. He drowned out all noises and his vision became a blur, another orgasm surging through his body as he thought of you. When he finished, he looked down. His cum had gotten everywhere, on his muscular thighs and on his shirt, but most of it was on his fingers. Normally, he'd wipe it in the blink of an eye, but not now. He stopped and contemplated for a while, imagining how it would feel to coat your lips with his seed. How he wished he could see your pretty face covered in his cum. 

His whole afternoon turned out to be a haze. He didn't eat anything, just downed a couple beers and watched everything you ever posted. Over and over again. It was already dark out by the time he stood up from his desk, discarding his headphones and plopping down on the bed, no care in the world as Sunday would soon roll around. 

He had no idea when he woke up. But he felt rested and desperate to find an excuse to see you again. Henry went and searched for his phone, his heart nearly stopping when he saw 5 texts from you and 3 missed calls. 

*one missed call*

'What about that beer?'

'Henry?'

'I'm bored… I'll watch a movie until you answer, you always leave your phone in the bathroom smh'

*2 missed calls*

'Oh lmao sorry'

'I just knocked on your door but you weren't there. You're probably out. Call me whenever you waaant 😘'

How could he forget?! He stood you up, and then still, you were so sweet to him. Deciding to give himself some time to properly wake up before reaching out, he stumbled to his computer. His intention was to check his emails, as he always did every morning, but this time, his screen lit up exactly where he left it the previous night, on your onlyfans page. 

He was ready to switch the tabs and go on with his day, when something caught his eye. A post, made at 3:42am. His blood boiled as he saw the picture, the thumbnail for your next video - you, bent over some strangers lap, a short school girl skirt hiked up your hips.

"Hi guys!!!! I have many surprises in store for the upcoming days!!! Thanks to a sweet friend of mine, I have some semi-professional pics for you, so you can take a break from my lame selfies 😂. Another thing for you guys to look forward to is a video that I almost didn't film because said friend wasn't available, buuuuuut someone else came through at the last second, and it's by far my most requested post ever. I love you guys, thank you for all your support!!!! Stay tuned. I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up, and post it by tomorrow night. Kisses!"

Needless to say, Henry saw red.

[iceprincessviviane]

Whispers in the darkness

Paring: Yandere!C!Technoblade x BookwormEnchanter!Female!Reader

Type: Romantic (Technoblade is yandere) Trilogy - part two. (Previous part, next part)

Warnings: swearing, possessivness, yandere, angst, injury, blood, threats, sugestive content, silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade is trying to convince and adjust Y/N to new situation and himself. Some time has passed, but troubles are showing.

Author's note: Continuation from part one. Insipration from ACOTAR. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

Words in blue colours are Y/N thoughts.

Three days have passed and Y/N felt better. She was almost lying in bed all day, but she started to fast recovery. All her energy was restored and she could left their room. Technoblade went at adventure in Nether, for some supplies. She slowly went downstairs, hearing the cooking sounds and humming. Of course Phil was standing in the kitchen, preparing something. They both froze for a while. Realization hit her harder, than she expected. He knew... he had to know. Winged man sighed and his shoulders dropped. As he thought, he didn't know what to do.

"I... I noticed that Techno has thing for you, I adviced him conversation or something... when he left two days ago for training I have never expected, that he will come back with you in his arms. I was shocked, afraid and confused." Phil explained slowly.

Y/N bit her lip and hugged herself. He was one of her the most trusted person here, aside with Foolish and Bench Trio.

"Listen, I was with Techno through a lot of shit. He is my friend and I will always be on his side, no matter what. I don't fully support... this kidnapping, but I am still with him." He continued, then took cups of tea and plate with sandwiches. "Hungry?"

Y/N nodded and sat down. He put everything on table and sat too. Everything looked like during her last visit. Phil was living in house in opposite combined with Techno's by bridge.

"So... you won't help me convince him to let me go, right?" She asked with saddness.

"Unfortunetly no. I am not going to be involved in stuff between you and him. But is it that bad? You are not missing anything, Techno is caring about you, here is safe and all the stuff you need." He looked at her.

"I used to be a free person, you know..."

"I am sure, that he will let you go on backyard. On attic, we can set up enchanting place with books and stuff. Sometimes Ranboo is visiting us." Phil was determined to show good sides of current situation.

He didn't want to be manipulative, but for everyone's greater good, was that she had to accept her fate. Technoblade could be rough, when it came to be obedient. He really acted diffrent, since he found his thing for her and now, when Y/N was there, he was calmer and more relaxed. If she would escape, he will for sure track her down and then, everyone which would help, will be in great danger. Technoblade wasn't leaving something behind. Probably whole Smp will be burning. Maybe it was selfish, but Phil didn't want any argues or wars for now. Y/N was eating quietly, thinking about his words. It wasn't that bad for sure. She expected being injured and thrown into cellar or something and actually they didn't even tie her.

"You are being serious with that enchanting place and yard?" She asked quietly.

Phil nodded and smiled to her gently. After eating he took her to the attic, where was some space and shelfes. Immediately her humor improved, they even started to talk about setting up enchanting place. Later this day, Phil left to his house and Y/N was reading on the couch, cover by the blanket, because days here were colder than in main Smp part. Technoblade managed to bring most of her personal stuff here including clothes. She was wearing warm sweater and pants, but still got closer to the fireplace, which was very nice in her opinion. Sun started to go down, she was thinking if Techno will come, Phil said that he sometimes made trips, which lasted days.

Sudden sound of opening door caused her to turned at it's direction. Piglin hybrid stepped inside and smiled to her warm.

"Hi darliIIIAAAAAA!" He screamed and dropped something.

Y/N frowned and stood up. Small ball of fur squeaked and immediately recognized it's owner, it asap ran to her and hid behind her.

"Snowflake!" She screamed and picked up her fox gently, then petted it's head softly.

"It bit me!" Techno growled and sucked his injured finger. "This had to be surprise..."

She sent him warm smile and again sat on the couch. Snowflake snuggle her head into Y/N's chest, she hugged her back.

"Thank you for bringing her here..." She looked at him softly. "It mean a lot to me..."

The Blade smiled proudly and came closer. Fox started to growl, when he approached. Y/N gently petted her.

"It's all right my little one. He isn't that scary as he seems in first take." She smiled at Techno.

After a few minutes small ball of fur calmed and accommodate itself on Y/N's lap and went to sleep. Technoblade quietly sat on couch and looked at them curiously.

"Do you know that I am scary, intimidating and grim huh?" He whispered.

Y/N rolled eyes and looked at him. "Of course I know. I experienced that few days ago."

Silence fell upon them, Technoblade didn't excatly know what to say, this whole situation shloud looked way diffrent, he just didn't predict this whole chase, althought is was fun.

'Make her forget about it.' 'She will understand.' 'Chase was interesting.'

"Phil showed me the attic and mentioned, that there we could make enchanting place. Is that true?" She asked quietly, looking deep into his eyes.

"Yes of course! It's all yours, you can make there your working place." He said and took her hand, then gently rub it with his thumb.

"Really?"

He nodded with honest smile. Y/N hugged him gently, watching out at fox. "Thank you. Also I need a basket and blanket for Snowflake..."

"This isn't a trouble princess."

}*{

Some days passed Y/N was busy with making her workplace. Technoblade helped her, Phil occasionaly showed, but didn't want to interrupt them both. They worked hard with wood, she made enchanting table, because he brought most of her supplies to cottage, being careful and avoided everyone. For now none was looking for her and Techno wished, that this would last the longest, no troubles, no worries, just him and Y/N happy.

Piglin hybrid also brought her notes and books, so Y/N could study again, she was so happy about it, finally could do something useful. When the attic was finally done, she went into their shared bedroom. Deep inside she was still hesitant, when it came to Technoblade, but decided to don't make him angry. Being in tundra wasn't so bad, but also wasn't a paradise. Yes, she was thinking how to get herself from this awkward situation, but hasn't find solution yet.

Immediately Snowflake get up from her basket and sniffed around. Y/N smiled softly, recently her fox was more curious and brave, even tried to play with Techno's fox named Aura.

"Let's go to outside for a while, we both need fresh air."

They went outside, Y/N took a deep breath. Fox immediately jump off and started to run through the snow. She covered herself more by cloak and sit near, watching cute ball of fur playing around. Fresh air let her relaxed more and clean up thoughts. Around were silence, hound was sleeping in special building, sometimes Steve was moving in snow, to find a good position. Around the fence slept more wolfes, guarding the exits. Y/N swallowed slowly, she wasn't able to go through. Unfortunately, Snowflake had another idea, fox fast ran away from yard, jumping in snow and spinning around.

"Snowflake!" Y/N stood up immediately and ran to her. "Come back!"

But little fox puppy didn't want to listen, it ran away even more far. Worrying owner didn't think too much, just found place, where dogs were away and jumped over the fence. One of them woke up and started to bark and howl. Snowflake put her ears back, came back into her owner's arms, curling up. She hugged her tightly.

"Don't do it again, you scared me..." she whispered quietly into it's fur.

Cold wind started to blow and Y/N heard the whole hound howling, it was terrifying. She turned back just to meet Technoblade standing intimidating with sword in his hand.

"Are you trying to escape?" He asked slowly observing her.

"What? No! Snowflake ran away, she got over the fence..." Y/N explained quietly.

"You really think, that I am going to belive in this?" He made one step further, she responed with one step back.

"I am not lying!"

"You better not be lying, because you won't like my punishment, my dear." Technoblade looked deep into her eyes. "If fox is causing troubles, maybe it should disappear?"

Y/N shook her head. "I promise, it won't happen again, please don't hurt her!" She had almost tears in her eyes.

Piglin hybrid nodded slowly and gave her his hand. She took it gently and together came back inside. Silence remained between them, Phil was in his house, busy with books. Y/N took Snowflake upstairs and put in the basket. Fox immediately curled up and went to sleep, she backed into kitchen. Technoblade waited with narrowed eyes, she swallowed hard.

"You broke a rule."

'She wanted to run away from us!' 'She deserve punishment!' 'We won't let her leave the house!'

"I know, but I just wanted to catch Snowflake! You really think, that I would escape without nothing, only in cloak?"

"No, but rule is a rule."

He moved closer, towering at her. Their eyes met, red and y/c. She saw there anger and disbelief, but she didn't do something bad. Technoblade gripped her chin once more, Y/N hissed, when she was forced to look at him.

"Listen Y/N. I really feel diffrent around you, calmer and stable, but that doesn't mean that my true nature disappeared." He said slowly.

"I know, I told you... Snowflake ran away, I just wanted to save her..." a single tear strimmed down at her cheek.

Piglin hybrid moved his hand to wip it out, then cupped her face. Atmosphere changed immediately. Maybe it was warm, which radiated from his body or this gentle touch, but somehow room became hotter. Red crawled at Y/N's cheeks and Technoblade sighed quietly. His thumb has been found on her down lip. Time has frozen, she was looking straight into his eyes, their gaze locked. She grabbed his wirst gently, but he didn't stop.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm admiring. Be quiet."

But when he leaned in and Y/N colsed eyes, pending what will come next, silence distrubed light grunt from the door. They immediately turned heads at this direction. Of course Phil was standing there with awkward face.

"I am assuming, that I am bothering you..."

"Yes." Technoblade's eyes narrowed.

"Of course not. Come in." Y/N said and left Techno's grasp with smile.

}*{

Phil stayed till late hours, they discussed some cases, she left them quite soon, because conversation bored her. Y/N started to work in attic, but when night has fallen, she moved to their bedroom and started to read book. Snowflake laid on her lap, so she could pet it's head slowly. Phil and Techno talked quietly, so it was immpossible to hear anything.

When the door opened, Y/N lifted her sight, piglin hybrid entered into the bedroom. His eyes narrowed, when he spotted cute, little ball of fur, but didn't say anything.

"Talking is over?"

Technoblade nodded and closed the door, she put away book. Snowflake jumped off bed and went straight into her basket, avoiding him at all cost. Y/N sighed quietly and stood up, Techno locked his sight on her posture.

"I am going to take bath. You can go to sleep, if you want."

He blocked her way out, she looked at him with surprise. In one heart beat Technoblade pinned her to the closest wall. Quiet 'welp' left her lips.

"We had a thing, before Phil naughty interrupted us." The Blade whispered with deep voice.

"Did we have?" Y/N asked while looking at him, she tried to act tough.

"Oh yes, we had my dear."

He put left hand on wall near her head and right hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. Their eyes met again, confidence faced uncertainty. His touch was more gentle, that she might expect.

"Let myself be clear. You will have to pay, for today's little bad behaviour."

"Wh-what do you mean?" She suttered.

"Let's say... if you don't want me to throw out this little, annoy ball of fur... you will have to kiss me." Technoblade said with deep voice.

Y/N looked at Snowflake peacefuly sleeping at basket and sighed helplessly.

"Do you promise? And never, ever again will threat her?"

"Yes. I always keep my word."

She nodded slowly, red crawled on her cheeks, cupped his face carefuly, hesitated for a moment. Y/N, closing eyes, gently pressed their lips together, in slow, shy kiss. She had to stand on her tiptoes, to reach Technoblade's lips. His hand moved at her waist and pulled her closer and he kissed her back in more confident way.

Y/N was so sweet and her lips so soft, like they were made for him. Piglin hybrid fast took control of the situation. Hand from her chin slipped on neck, to press their lips closer. Y/N made quiet moan, which caused his blood to boil. He smiled through a kiss.

'So good for us.' 'So sweet, so soft.' 'Don't stop, don't stop!'

Voices went feral, their demands and screamings filled his head, in one smooth move Technoblade grabbed her thighs and lifted Y/N up, without breaking the kiss. Now, she slipped hand into pink hair. He muttered with satisfaction, but then she broke away and opened eyes. The Blade snorted, greedy for touch, contact and pressed lips to her neck, kissing slowly.

"Techno!" Y/N winced and grabbed his shoulders.

"Relax princess." He whispered into her skin softly. "It's part of the punishment."

She blushed even at her ears, when he pressed few more kisses, then broke away too. They looked at each other in silence.

"Well, now I think, that it wasn't a punishment for you at all." Technoblade laughed slighty. She shook head with disbelief and helpless, then looked down.

"Oh, don't be so shy, I mean, I like it, but you don't need to be."

"Are you going to put me down?" Y/N asked with impatience.

"Maybe yes... maybe no." He hid head in her neck's crook.

In fact Technoblade just had to chill a little bit. His blood was still boiling, lips were touch starved and hands didn't want to let her go. After a few deep breaths, he gently put her on the floor.

"Thanks you." Y/N giggled softly.

"Go for this bath." The Blade smiled haughty and kissed her forehead.

She nodded, grabbed night clothes and left bedroom. Technoblade was smiling like idiot, when she went out. Feeling in his chest grew only bigger through days, when she was here. Also he wanted show everyone that Y/N is his and only his, he would bite her shoulder or neck, maybe give her golden jewelry, but for now it was pointless. As long, as she wasn't leaving the basement, all of this could come later. Of course Technoblade desired to mark her, but her shyness and innocence were too adorable and entertainment.

}*{

Next week has passed without any serious problems. Technoblade was always in cottage, Phil sticked around lot, so they could spend time together. Usually, they were talking, pair of friends described Y/N their adventures, Phil was telling of far away lands, and she was always listening witn true amazement. When Techno and Y/N were alone, he usually read her books or they just cuddled on couch. Sometimes she was trying to work on attic, but it was quite hard, since piglin hybrid has become clingy and very touch starved. He stole her few kisses during this week, but they weren't so intense as their first kiss. But since yesterday Technoblade has acted like he was always lost in his thoughts. That was something diffrent, so she noticed quite easily.

Y/N was sitting at the table and watching piglin hybrid carefuly. He was making her cup of tea, but silence reminded between them for too long.

"You are taciturn, since yesterday... something happend?" She asked finally.

He smiled and turned back to her with cup of tea. "You are so caring darling." He put the cup on the table.

"That isn't answer of my question..."

"You don't need to worry about it. Everyone has a quiet days, even me." Technoblade grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, it caused Y/N to smile too. She took a sip.

"It taste better than Phil's?"

"Um... I can't tell the diffrence." Y/N shrugged, it tasted good, tea like tea.

"Great." His smile widened and she felt warning twist in her stomach. Something was odd...

"You... are sure, that everything is all right?"

This time, he didn't even bother to answer. Just looked at her and studied her face. Y/N blinked... but suddenly her eyelids became very heavy. Though she was sleeping today well. Fatigue mastered her body, Y/N groaned quietly and put cup down with loud sound.

"Feeling tired?" Technoblade asked slowly.

She lifted her sight at him with little struggle. His face was stern, but something in his eyes... made her shiver inside.

"What... what did you do?"

"Nothing... nothing at all."

Y/N stood up slowly, but she tripped at first step, needed to support herself by table. He squeezed her hand harder and embrece waist, to hold her. She couldn't push him back, all energy went out, her sight found half full cup of tea...

"You bastard..."

Dark laugh left his lips, he lifted her in bride style, like she was like a feather. Technoblade kissed her forehead reassuring.

"I think, you shloud go to sleep my love."

Then, Y/N started to see blurry and finally lost consciousness. She didn't know how long she has been unconscious, but when she woke up, she has seen their shared bedroom. Then felt cold metal around her wrist. Still little tired and probably under the influence of drugs, Y/N tried to move herself from bed. Chain from her wirst was attached to wall and it was pretty long.

'What the hell happend...?'

Y/N didn't want to believe, that Technoblade drugged her... maybe staying here wasn't the best idea... Door opened with quiet noise, causing her, to look at it's direction. Piglin hybrid went inside with tray full of food. She clenched jaw and looked at him with narrowed eyes. If she could, she would throw at him fireballs again.

"Don't even think to get closer." She hissed quietly. "What is this?" She rose her hand with a handcuff.

Technoblade put a tray on table and sighed. Actually he had all his netherite armor on, sword at his belt, then trident and axe on back. Y/N swallowed hard.

"I am going on adventure with Phil... actually it's for supplies..." The Blade said slowly.

"So you chained me?!"

"I don't want to risk anything darling."

"Take it off." Y/N said totally serious.

"I-"

"Take it off!" Tears started to come up into her eyes.

Technoblade didn't even move slighty. He just watched, when she tugged chain couple of times, then sat helpless on the bed and quiet sob left her lips. He immediately came closer and crouch on her level. Despite her protests, Techno grabbed her hands and rub them gently with thumbs.

"I will be back in three, four days. You have food on table and I brought you new books. Chain can reach bathroom."

"Please take the chain off!"

'Music for our ears.' 'Make her stop crying.' 'We already miss her...'

He kissed her forehead, but then stood up and left her room, closing it on a key. Y/N was too shooked to make any move, she pulled her legs closer to chest and hugged them. Loud sob left her lips this time and tears strimming down at her cheeks freely. Snowflake jumped on the bed and snuggled near, to cheer up it's owner, but without any success.

Y/N just couldn't believe, that Technoblade actually did this. She behaved good all the time, didn't even fight his... sudden whims or whishes. He wasn't exactly as people talk about him, he had feelings, goals and persons which he cared about. He was a person, not a weapon. But this... she called fire at her fingers and grabbed the metal. After a few minutes, it didn't make any effect, but she spotted slight purple light on metal.

Enchantments.

Closing eyes, she focused on chain. After a second she had an answer. Mending and Unbreaking. Y/N cursed aloud, without key or magic, there was no way to open it. She was too weak for casting spells. It was made by Phil for sure, Technoblade didn't know enchanting that good... she curled up on bed, trying to find a way out of this horrible situation.

}*{

Ranboo sighed stepping at outisde stairs in Technoblade's basement. He was here so long ago, at least three weeks ago. Moving into mansion took a lot of time and they had to finish filling the rooms. After this, Eret told Foolish, that Y/N is missing, they immediately went to her home, only to find out it was empty and some things were taken. He helped with searching, because Eret and Foolish stated, that she couldn't just leave without a word. A week of no progress caused them to stop. Ranboo saw the true sadness on demi-god's face and he wished he would help. Tommy and Tubbo missed her too and Michael wanted, that Y/N read his tales. Enderman hybrid sighed once more and stepped inside. Main door wasn't locked, none dared to come here and steal something, maybe except Tommy. He would do that without any hesitation.

He needed blaze rods and some honey, to start bee farm for Tubbo. He was in the middle of searching, when heard suspicious nosie from on top. Ranboo looked at celling unsure. Technoblade and Phil were on trip, he know that, because they met in the Nether once in fortress. He knew only one ghost and he wasn't here for sure... Then he heard quiet whimper and sob. Tall teenager swallowed hard and started to head upstairs. The noises were coming from Techno's bedroom, that was really odd. He tried to open door, but it was locked. Looking around, he spotted the key on the nearest shelf, so took it and open door slowly and quietly.

Ranboo almost dropped everything in his hands, when he saw Y/N on floor, chain around her wrist, eyes full of tears, skin more pale than usually. She immediately looked up, her gaze was full of shock and disbelief.

"Y/N?" He knelt near her, look if there were any injures or wounds.

"Ranboo?" She almost cried this words. "What... what are you doing here?"

"I am getting supplies from Techno... and you? For gods sake, Foolish and Eret were looking for you!"

Tears left her eyes, when she heard this words. None has known what exactly happend... telling whole story wasn't a great idea.

"Why there is a chain on your wirst?"

Y/N bit her down lip and looked at him embarrased. This whole story was an absurd, what if he won't believe her?

"Technoblade..." she whispered quietly.

"Why Techno would do that? And Phil, he wouldn't allow it..."

"But he did!" She screamed, clearly with fear in her voice.

Enderman hybrid was confused, this didn't has sense or logic. He sighed slowly and looked at Y/N, no she wasn't lying, so what was the case? What was going on here?

"Let me help you with this..." He took metal into his hands and tried to break it. After few minutes, he grabbed sword, but still, stubborn chain didn't want to let her go.

"It's enchanted... only key or magic can release me... " Y/N explained quietly. "And if I leave... gods help us... Technoblade will be after me."

"But... why? What did you do?" Ranboo asked without even thinking.

"I don't know! This is madness, I just want to get back to home, but they won't allow me." Y/N started to shake and tears strimmed down at her cheeks.

Ranboo hugged her gently, she was watching out to not water his skin or suit too much. He rubbed Y/N's back gently.

"We will need help... to get you out of this I guess."

"No... Technoblade will be after them... please don't tell anyone!"

"But, what about you?" He seemed worried.

"I don't know... I will try to break out, but I don't know when... just please promise me, that you won't tell anyone!"

Ranboo hesitated for a moment. How will she manage to break herself? And how could he be quiet about it? Eret and Foolish are still sad and hopeful or her returning, Michael every night is asking, where is aunt Y/N.

"Right, I won't... but someone will know, now or later."

Y/N sighed, he had right... someone will eventually step inside Technoblade's house and find her... but now there was no better plan.

"Yes, but at least maybe that won't be my close friend... you shloud go, before they see you."

He again hesitated, but after all, hugged her for goodbye, stood up and left. Also put everything as it was when he came. Still he was torn, because, wanted to help, but didn't want to let down Y/N or betrayed Technoblade's trust. Finally he left closing the door carefuly, lost in thoughts.

}*{

As Technoblade promised, he stepped into house exactly four days after leaving. Inside was silence, he had full backpacks and was tired, Phil went to his part, they both needed rest. After put everything in magazine, he went upstairs and entered his shared bedroom. Y/N was sitting under wall, where chain was attached, room didn't changed at all, some things were moved, but nothing odd.

'We didn't see her for such a long time...' 'We are going to hold her whole day.' 'Can't wait to see her again!'

"I'm finally back princess." He hummed and got closer.

She looked at him and stood up slowly, a little bit shaky, she unsure wrapped arms around his waist and closed her eyes.

"Please, never ever again leave me alone here... please." Quiet whisper left Y/N's lips.

Technoblade smiled satisfactorily, then hugged her back and pressed soft kiss on her forehead.

"Will you be obedient now?" He asked cupping her face in hands and wiped out tears.

Y/N nodded almost immediately, Piglin's hybrid smile widened, well that was better than he has expected. He couldn't complain, more things could be complicated, but for now, he wanted her to calm and be nice as she shloud be.

"Good. Let me help you with this." The Blade took gently her wirst and pulled out small, golden key from his pocket, then opened handcuff. Skin where it was, was violated, red abrasions and scabs, his eyes narrowed.

"I will take care of this don't worry."

Y/N sat on bed and looked as he put away his cape, weapons and grabbed bandages, then cover injuries with it.

"Thanks..." she said after everything was done.

"Now I am going to take off my armor, then maybe bath. If you want... you can go downstairs or help me."

Y/N looked at him with a hesitation. They together started to undo Technoblade's armor, after a while he ended looking at her, when she was patiently helping. It took a moment, netherite armor was heavy and parts were big, but after everything was done The Blade hugged her tightly.

"I missed you sweetheart..." he whispered into her ear. "I'm glad, that we are on good terms now."

Y/N bit her lip, most important thing was, that they couldn't know, that Ranboo was here. This made her anxious, poor boy, wouldn't have chances with Technoblade...

"I missed you too." She smiled gently and pressed shy kiss to his cheek.

Night has fallen quickly, piglin hybrid was napping a lot after bath and Y/N finally could go to the attic or kitchen, so she spent time mostly there. Working and making herself her favourite meal. When she entered the shared bedroom, Technoblade was sitting on bed shirtless and taking care of his sword, he lifted his eyes in her.

"Come in."

Y/N closed door and walked few steps forward, this view reminded her, that actually she had trident with her, when got kidnapped. Where it could be now?

"Technoblade..."

"Yes sweetheart?"

"When we met in forest, I had trident with myself... what happend with it?"

Piglin hybrid stopped and put sword away, then stood up. She swallowed hard, maybe it wasn't a good idea...

"Why do you want to know?"

"Trident is important thing for enchanters... and this was my only one. I also spent a lot of time searching for it and enchanting it..." Y/N said honestly.

"It's safe in the cellar." He got closer to her and smiled gently.

She nodded and let him hug her, then wrapped her arms around his waist. Technoblade placed hand on her neck, kiss was slow and gentle. Piglin hybrid smiled after breaking out. Inside, Y/N sighed with relief, he didn't noticed, that Ranboo was here.

She let her guard down in vain. The Blade's gentle touch fast, became inescapable grasp on her throat, Y/N pupils widened immediately. Tried to pull him out, but that was only a weak try.

"You think, that I am stupid or blind?" He asked, then lifted her up, still holding her throat, air started to go out and didn't come back.

Y/N tried to kick him of, but again that was only a weak try, even when he was tired. She grabbed his wrist and trying to push off his hand, only to take breath.

"After a whole week, you just casualy asking me about your trident huh?" His eyes narrowed looking at her reaction.

'Grip her harder!' 'Make her cry and scream!' 'Show, who is in charge here!'

Voices again went feral, but this time they demanded violence and wildness. His sight almost became red and ears was full of noise.

"Techno!" Y/N whispered quietly, fighting to stay focused.

"Apologize and everything will be all right."

"Please..." Tears started to strimming down at her cheeks, she became weak.

He shook his head. "That's not how you apologize. Just say that you are sorry for being dirty, little girl, forgive me."

"I... am sorry... for being... dirty little girl. Please forgive... me." Words slowly left Y/N' lips.

Technoblade smiled with satisfaction, then just let her go. Y/N' body hit hard the floor, she hissed at sudden pain and looked up at male. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to stay like this, on knees.

"I hate do it to you. I really do. Please promise me, that you will be good, obedient, little girl."

Graps on her chin hardened, Y/N nodded almost immediately. After this, she had enough, hear pounded so fast, eyes full of tears.

"It's late, let's go to sleep princess." He left her chin and went straight into the bed.

She stood up shaky and quietly, then grabbed her night clothes and went into bathroom. When came back, Technoblade is sleeping peacefuly on his side. Y/N without any distrubing noise, snuggled into bed and turned her back at him. She couldn't sleep at all, just laying there and thinking. After today for sure her mind changed and situation seemed to be horrible and without exit.

The mattress sagged under the weight of Technoblade, when he changed his position. She immediately froze, again he put an arm around her waits and his head right behind her's. Y/N swallowed her tears in silence.

}*{

Couple of days have passed and Y/N became much more shy and quiet. Technoblade usually held her around, but when not, she was in attic working or reading books. Piglin hybrid was satisfied with her behavior, showing his affection and caring way.

It was almost an evening, Phil was working on supper, Technoblade and Y/N were sitting on couch, he held her hand and read ancient poem with shinning eyes. Winged man couldn't resist to smile, while was hearing it.

Everything became much calmer. Well it ended, when Ranboo stormed into cottage, heavy breathing, burns on his face from tears and he was in full netherite armor.

"I am sorry! Please forgive me..."

[lexxiisstuff]

Warning: Mentions of domestic abuse(nothing to do with Kenma though)

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~Kenma Kozume~

"I can't do this anymore. I need you to talk to me" Your best friend glanced up from where he had been playing his game and tugged off his headphones with a harsh sigh. You stormed in his apartment for the first time in three days. He couldn't deal with this. Not now. His head wasn't screwed on right yet and He'd only end up saying shit he didn't mean. And although your words worked on his conscience he refused to acknowledge them

"I'm not in the mood to do this yet y/n" His tone was one of indifference and it had you grinding your teeth. Two weeks! Two weeks of non stop arguing, distance and more arguing. You were sick of it. Exhausted really. You could only blame yourself but still Kenma was your best friend. Or had been as of two weeks ago.

"You're never in the mood Kozume! That's the issue! I wish you would just talk to me. You're upset. I know-"

"How could you possibly fucking know!" He stood abruptly all tall dark and frightening but you knew. You knew Kenma didn't have it in him to lay a finger on you which is why it hurt so much more when he had to watch others do it. "He hurt you. And you let him get away with it. You have no idea how hard it is was for me to watch the person I love most in this world get beaten ! And then watch them blame themselves. You didn't let me help y/n. You didn't come to me the first time that son of a bitch put hands on you and I don't know how to deal with it. So I need you to go so I can clear my fucking head"

"Kenma he was my boyfriend. " You barely got the words out before you heard his menacing hiss.

"He wasn't! He doesn't deserve that fucking title so don't call him that again. No boyfriend would put hands on his girlfriend . Or any women for that matter. And no friend" He spat that word out like it was venom "would sit around and let it happen." He turned to look at you. His eyes sad, and you felt your heart physically squeeze "You hid it well. For months you didn't tell me. You didn't ask for help. I had to find out by walking in on it two weeks ago with his hand on your throat and before I could kill the motherfucker you kicked me out. Like I was in the wrong. Did you not trust I could help you? Do you still not trust that I can protect you? "

You felt tears sting at your eyes. Of course you knew he could protect you. He'd done it your whole life. He was your best friends hot older brother who had driven you both around town when you were sixteen and he was nineteen. He had helped you ace your math exam when you were seventeen by staying up late and reteaching you everything. He had given both you and your boyfriend at the time a lift to prom when your limo broke down, you were eighteen. Bought you old albums when you turned nineteen. And at twenty he had beat the ever living shit out of you boyfriend of six months and had to battle assualt charges.

"I know you can." you wiped your tears angrily "I just couldn't tell you Ken. If I told you it would make it all real and I knew what you were going to do! Look now because of me you have a damn court case on your hands"

"I don't give a fuck about the court case y/n and I can bloody assure you that if you hadn't pulled me off him I would be facing 25 to life. Nobody touches you, baby" It was the first time he'd called you that and you felt your heart rate pick up.

"I'm sorry" You whispered and he sighed in defeat. He could never ever be mad at you for long. Never had it in him. He loved you too much. He stepped towards you wiping your tears with the pads of his thumb.

"I want you to apologize for not telling me. Not for anything else okay?" He whispered his lips an inch from yours.

"I'm sorry" You repeated softly and felt him his grab the back of your neck so he could touch his forehead to yours. You felt your eyes shutter close

"Stay here" He murmured "Don't stay in a fucking hotel anymore I want you to stay here with me."

"Your apartment only has one bedroom" You opened your eyes to look at him.

"I know. I want you in my bed too. Fuck that I want you everywhere. In my bed. In my apartment. In my life. For God's sake you're already in my heart y/n. Let me take care of you, baby" He trembled slightly. He didn't know if it was the right time to confess the feelings he's had for you since the day he saw you in your pretty blue prom outfit but he didn't care. He didn't want to give you the chance of running into the hands of another asshole.

"Okay" You sighed

"Okay?" His heart physically skipped a beat

"Okay. I want you everywhere to Ken. You've been in my heart for years though" And then he couldn't help it. He laughed. Incredulously. He pulled you in so his lips could touch yours and murmured a soft

"Thank fuck"

[mypoisonedvine]

artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you'll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that's all.

word count: 4k, somehow...

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team.  But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

He was tired of waiting for the perfect opportunity to rescue you and show you that he was the perfect guy for you.  He was tired of waiting for you to figure out that he could be everything you needed if you just let him.  So, he figured he needed to manufacture a chance to save you; he needed to take away some things just to bring them back, show you what it was like to let him take care of you.

Getting close to you was easy, you were teammates and friends so you trusted him.  The tricky thing was he didn't want you to know it was him, so he used your trust to lure you right into his trap.

Movie night tonight? There’s some cheesy slasher playing at the drive in at 1930, he texted you as soon as he could to the showtime to decrease the odds of you having any time to tell anyone about your plans to meet up with him; he’d rather not have the heat of being the last person to see you before your disappearance.

yeah sure!  are you driving? you replied almost instantly.

Yep, I’ll pick you up at S Lamar and Hanover in 10, he informed you, knowing it was close to your apartment but far away from any security cameras or likely witnesses.

He parked a block away and walked around the corner to see you standing there under the flickering streetlight looking at your phone.  You were waiting for him, and as he hid behind cover to come closer, you were clearly looking around for where he might be.  Thankfully, you didn't see him or his tranq gun, and he got your neck on the first shot.

He ran to catch you before you fell, relishing the weight of your body limp and pliant in his arms.  Somehow, he resisted the urge to play with you now, knowing it would be worth the wait to let his whole plan come to fruition.

//

The room he locked you in was dark and damp, barely any light but enough to see the half-full water bottle he left for you; your chain was short but you could reach everything you needed.  It broke his heart to hear your cries but he had to ignore them, if he came in now it wouldn't make sense.  He needed to be patient.

When the video feed from his camera inside showed that you'd fallen asleep for the night, he snuck in to bring you a new water bottle and a little granola bar since you'd screamed all day about being hungry.  You seem surprised when you woke up and saw it, quickly grabbing the bar but taking a long time to examine and smell it first before eating, like you were afraid it was poisoned.  But you ate, and drank your water, and waited for rescue.

Day 3 was the hardest to watch.  You tugged at your chain so much that he worried you'd hurt yourself.  He decided tomorrow was the last day because he couldn't take any more of this.

On the fourth day, he waited until you started to cry yourself to sleep before shutting down his equipment and finally coming to the door; he took a deep breath, preparing himself, before dramatically kicking it down and gasping when he saw you.  He called your name into the dark and you barely had the energy to open your eyes, poor thing.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he yelped, dashing over to where you were chained and picking at the lock.  "I'm gonna get you out, don't worry, you're safe now."

"Jensen...?" you mumbled sleepily, making him smile and stroke your face a little.  

"Yeah, I'm right here."

//

He carried you to his car and drove you home-- not your old home, your new one which also happened to be his apartment.

"I think it's time to wake up, I'm guessing you wanna take a shower," he cooed at your sleeping form, watching you stir in his arms before finally blinking your eyes open and looking up at him.

"Oh," you whispered.  "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes," he laughed, "you've been out the whole ride here."

"Oh…” you repeated, “and where are we?"

"My apartment.  I didn't want to leave you alone right now."

You nodded, seemingly in agreement.  "You can put me down now."

He reluctantly did as you'd asked, watching you carefully put weight back on your legs.

"Woah!" he chuckled when you wobbled a bit, reaching out to catch you, but you recovered.

"Thank you," you whispered, and he smiled at you.

"Just wish I'd found you sooner.”

"Um, you said I can take a shower?"

"Yeah, down that hall, first door on the right.  I'll bring you some clothes,” he explained, and you smiled weakly before navigating your way to the bathroom.

//

You looked so good in his clothes that his heart skipped a beat when he saw you step out into the living room.  The t-shirt that was almost too tight on him was baggy on you, reminding him of how delicate you were in so many ways, how much bigger he was than you.

It reminded him that if he really wanted to, he could force himself on you and you'd be helpless to stop him.  But that wasn't what he wanted.  It was going to be so much better this way.

"Wanna go to bed now?  I'll take the couch," he offered.

"N-no," you stammered, and he gave you a quizzical look.  "I don't… I don't want you that far away."

"Okay, I could sleep on the floor," he bargained instead, "in my room, with you."

"No," you sighed again, "then I won't be able to see you."

"I'll be right there," he reminded you.

"It's a king, right?  You can share with me."

"Are you sure?" he pressed.  "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, please, this is the only way I'll be comfortable."

"Okay," he smiled, guiding you to the bedroom.  He let you watch him take off his shirt and smirked a little when he saw you ogling.

"I usually just sleep in boxers," he admitted nervously.  "I'll put on some pajama pants at least."

"It's fine, really," you smiled.  "I don't wanna be any more of a burden than I already am."

"You're not a burden."

"And I'm not gonna wear pants to bed anyways," you shrugged.

"O-oh."

But he hadn't given you a new pair of panties to wear because he didn't have any to give you.  Which meant that if you took off the sweats he'd given you, that'd leave you in his shirt and nothing else.

He tried not to let that thought go straight to his cock as he unbuttoned and pushed down his pants, seeing you conflicted on where to look, before getting in bed.  You did the same, taking the sweats off once you were under the covers and tossing them out from under the blanket.

"Goodnight," he smiled as he turned off the lamp, hearing you whisper it back before starting to shift around and get comfortable.

He didn't have to wait nearly as long as he had expected to hear you meekly whisper, "Jensen?"

"Yeah, is everything alright?" he asked, voice full of concern.

"I… I don't want to ask you for anything else…" you sighed.

"No, hey, it's okay," he assured, "ask for anything."

"Would you, um, would you hold me?" 

He cleared his throat a little.  "If you need me to."

"Please, it's the only way I'll be able to sleep."

He sighed a little but relented, coming over to your side of the bed and spooning you, gingerly laying one arm over you and trying to avoid touching you anywhere too personal.

"Thank you," you sighed sleepily.

"Whatever you need,” he assured.

"Jake, why are you doing all this for me?" you asked quietly, turning back a little to look at him.

"You're my teammate, nobody gets left behind,” he explained.  “Besides, this is all my fault anyways.  You were waiting for me when they got you."

"No, Jake, don't say that.  It's not your fault."

"Alright, but it's not yours either.  You didn't deserve that."

“You’re right, but I don’t deserve this either,” you mumbled.

“Yes, you do.”

You shifted slightly against him, humming contentedly, and he groaned.

"I think maybe we should stop," he hissed, pulling away— but you stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"No, wait," you whimpered.  "Why?  What’s wrong?"

"I, uh, I guess I'm just experiencing some of the consequences of laying in bed with a beautiful woman…"

"Huh?"

"The, um, the biological consequences."

"I— oh,” you whispered.

"Yeahhh...” he trailed off awkwardly.

"No, hey, it's okay.  I don't mind, I mean, you can't help it,” you shrugged.

"Sorry, I'm not normally this easily amused but it's been a while, so…"

"I understand," you assured, "really, it's okay… just don't go."

He just barely heard your gasp as he pressed himself against you, his shaft cradled perfectly between each soft globe of your ass.  "Is this okay?" he asked quietly.

"Y-yeah," you answered, making him suppress a laugh since it was obvious you were noticing his size.  He would bet a grand at least that you were getting wet right now, if he had anyone to bet against.

Your back arched a little, pushing your ass into him with more force, and you actually started to rock your hips ever so slightly.

"Stop moving," he hissed through his teeth.  

"I'm not…" you denied weakly.

"Yes you are, you're… rubbing yourself on me."

"I'm sorry, it just feels good,” you admitted sleepily, surprising him with your forwardness.  “You like it too, right?"

"Yes, but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you,” he admitted worriedly.

"You're not,” you promised, “you did so much for me— you saved me— and I want to help you, too.  You said it's been a while since you were with anybody, I could help you out… you know, you could rub up against me until you…"

He groaned a little but leaned in closer until his lips were right against your ear.  "Are you sure?  Don't do me any favors, you don't owe me anything."

"I want you to," you assured, making him smile and nod a bit, taking a moment to enjoy a deep breath as he prepared himself.

Carefully, he began to rock his hips forward, rubbing his cock on you through his boxers.  Even with a layer of cotton in the way he could feel your warmth, he could imagine how smooth your skin was.  If you hadn't been able to make out the shape of him before, you certainly could now— the ridge of his head was probably digging into you, and on particularly long thrusts he could feel your ass against his balls (which, inversely, meant you could feel his balls against your ass).

He held your hips as he picked up his pace a bit, grinding into you and breathing heavily in your ear.  You gasped and tried to hide a moan by biting your lip but he heard it.  It was even more obvious when he whispered your name to you, heavy with desire, and rubbed your spine with his finger.  Your back arched even further, inviting him to push harder against you until he felt the slightest wet patch forming on his boxers— not from him, from you.  It made his cock throb and his breath catch in his throat.

Overcome with need, he pushed his boxers down quickly before getting back to it, both of you moaning at the feeling of his skin on yours.  He was so close to your pussy he could hardly stand it, and he knew you must be dripping right now, desperate to be filled.  He could probably slip right in and you wouldn't even stop him, but that wasn't what he needed from you right now.  You needed to ask him for it.  He knew you wanted it, but he needed you to know you wanted it.

A drop of precum formed at his slit, smearing onto your skin and easing his way further.  

"I want you to feel good, too," he whispered.  "I don't just want to use you."

He pushed his cock down and slipped it between your thighs instead, sliding right against your wet, silky folds.  You whined beautifully as he thrusted forward, your thighs clenching (and therefore gripping him even tighter) when his cock slid right over your clit.

Your wetness was plentiful enough to drench him just from this, so he already knew the answer but he still asked, "does it feel good?"

"Yes," you sighed.  "Yes, it's good…"

He knew he could make you come like this, and he knew exactly how to, but that wouldn't get him what he wanted.  Instead he only gave you enough to keep you on the edge, moving too slow to really let you finish.  You even tried to move faster but his grip on your hips was too tight, keeping you still so he could savor his own pace and keep you desperate.

"Fuck me," you moaned.  

"I don't have a condom," he whispered nervously.

"I don't care, just please…"

That was all the encouragement he needed, pulling back enough to guide his head to your entrance before sliding right in.  Your wet, hot walls stretched open to accept him, struggling against his girth but eventually giving way.

Your hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside you; he delicately grabbed your wrist and guided your hand back to your chest where he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

"Baby," he moaned into your ear as his hips met yours.  "This is my pussy now."

You gasped and shivered in his arms, eyes falling shut as he pulled back and pushed in again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could push himself.

Your moans were perfect, even better than the ones he'd heard when he hacked into your webcam because it wasn't just your fingers or toy anymore, it was him— exactly what you'd always needed, whether you knew it or not.  He'd dreamed of this for so long and now that he had you he couldn't imagine ever letting you go.  Every inch of your channel was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last.

"That's it, baby, take all of me," he purred when he pressed deep into your cunt, holding your hips so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of you.  You made the cutest little choking noise and he kissed your neck while trying his best to make you do it again, moving faster and slapping his hips against yours more firmly.

"Jake," you managed to whimper, and he groaned through his teeth.

"Yeah, I'm right here," he promised.  "That's me inside you, sweetheart, that's my cock filling you up."

He leaned back slightly and pulled your ass apart so he could see his cock stretching you out, disappearing into your body.  It made his head fall back for a moment before he pulled you close again and started thrusting faster.  He reached around and brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, "Jake, right there… I'm gonna come…"

He laughed a little, kissing your ear as a show of approval.  "Baby, you're so sensitive," he praised, giving your clit a little spank.  You cried out and shuddered, bouncing yourself back on his cock, meeting his thrusts.  Amused by your neediness, he stopped moving and watched you go.

"There you go, sweetheart, fuck yourself with my cock.  Make yourself come."

You whined and kept going, your ass slapping against his hips loudly.  He kept rubbing your clit as you worked his cock, your walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and your body beginning to shake.

The absolute second he heard you cry out with pleasure as you reached the peak, he grabbed you and rolled both of you over until you were on your stomach and he was brutally fucking you into the mattress.  He could still feel you pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper.

"That's it, keep fuckin' coming for me," he groaned.  "Gimme one more and then I'm gonna fill you up."

"Jake!" you yelped, grabbing onto the pillow and even biting it as he slammed into you.  

"You're so good, baby, your pussy feels so good," he growled, pinning you down by your shoulders as he sped up even more.  He laughed when he felt your walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting your swollen clit with each thrust.  "Gonna come again already, baby?  Just from my cock?"

"Yes," you sobbed hoarsely, "yes, Jake, I'm gonna come again— oh my god, please don't stop…"

"Oh, I won't stop," he assured.  "You take it so fuckin' good, sweetheart, like you were made for it.  Like you were made for me."

You moaned loudly and he took the opportunity to spank you— not incredibly hard but enough to make you whine a bit… and get even wetter.

"Oh fuck, you like that huh?" he purred with a grin.  "You like it rough."

"Yes, fuck, I love it," you agreed with a moan.  "I'm— I'm coming, Jake, don't stop."

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled, "I can feel it.  Feels so good when you come on my cock, baby…"

You went suddenly from arching your back and gripping the pillow to falling limp and relaxing, your body his toy now as he fucked you to the point of overstimulation.  Your moans were exhausted and muffled now, your walls clinging to him desperately as he continued stroking every sensitive place he could reach (which was all of them).

He could so easily pull out and paint your back, or jerk himself off over your ass, but if he was going to claim your body then he was going to do it right.  

He didn't warn you in advance, just in case you suddenly decided to tell him to pull out, but he did make sure you knew what he was doing.  "Fuck, I'm coming!" he moaned as his cock flexed and his seed filled you, still thrusting in time with each pump of his release.  It was nearly overwhelming, physically and psychologically.  He was finally filling you like he'd fantasized about basically every time he got off since he met you, finally making you his the way you should've been from the beginning.

He sighed and laid down on top of you, smiling as he kissed all over your face, neck, shoulders, and back.

You giggled sleepily, but whined when he tried to pull out, bringing your legs up to hold him inside.  "Don't go yet," you pleaded.

"Okay, baby, I'll stay right here until you fall asleep," he promised.  "Goodnight, beautiful…"

//

Not only could he not think of a night he'd slept better in his life, but he was pretty sure this was the best any man had slept in the history of sleep.  But even then, he wasn't at all disappointed when you woke him up.

"Good morning," you whispered in his ear with a giggle, making him blink his eyes open and look down at where you were resting your face on his chest.

"Good morning," he returned with a grin, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

"Last night was… pretty amazing," you smiled coyly, and he stroked your cheek as he felt it warm even more.

"Yeah, you have no idea," he chuckled, lifting your head so he could give you a kiss.  It was supposed to be quick and wholesome but you deepened it instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck.  

Just as you started to climb up to straddle him, he heard your stomach loudly growl and he pulled back to laugh.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it sounds like you've got some other needs to take care of first," he smirked.

"Ugh, you're right," you sighed, "I'm going raid your kitchen."

"No, let me do that, I'll make you something— whatever you want," he offered, starting to sit up, but you pushed him back down.

"Jake, you've done enough for me already.  I don't even know what I want, that's why I wanna go look at what you have."

"If you insist," he relented, watching you hop out of bed and playfully smacking your ass when it was within reach.  You giggled and scampered away, leaving him to lay back and put his hands up behind his head, taking a deep breath of satisfaction.  His plan had not only worked but gone beyond his expectations— clearly you had wanted this, on some level, from the beginning, you were too eager for him to believe otherwise.  But that didn't matter now, because you were finally his and it was exactly as he'd dreamed it would feel: right, undeniably and overwhelmingly right.

He decided to take a break from basking in his own glory for a while to get up and find some food for himself as well.  After all, he planned on fucking you at least one more time today so he'd need lots of energy to keep him going.

He slipped back on his boxers and walked to the kitchen, finding you there standing oddly still.  "What are you doing?" he asked with a bemused scoff.

"Jake…" you mumbled, staring into the cabinet blankly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping closer but stopping in his tracks when he saw what you were looking at: a six-pack box of granola bars.  He sighed a little as he internally chided himself for such a rookie mistake.  "Baby, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I… these… this is the same kind they gave me… it was the only thing I ate for almost four days."

"Oh my god," he whispered, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around you to try to soothe you.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories.  You only ate granola bars for four days?  Honey, you must be starving, please just let me cook you something—"

"No, not only granola bars: only a granola bar.  Just one…"

You reached up to grab the box but he held you tighter, trying to stop you.  Instead what happened was you accidentally knocked the box over, exactly five bars sliding out and landing on the floor with a crinkly thud.

You gasped with realization and tried to squirm away but his comforting hug turned into restraint instantly.  "Jake, let me go…"

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think I can do that."

"Jake, please," you begged with a sob.  "Why did you— how could you?"

"I know you had feelings for me, you just needed a little encouragement."

"Feelings for you?  I hate you!"

"Huh, that's odd, because I distinctly remember you begging me to fuck you last night,” he taunted.  “I remember you coming for me, twice.  Is that what you normally do when you hate somebody?"

"You're a monster," you sneered.

"And you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not," he chuckled, spinning you around to bend you over the counter, pressing his hips against yours as you whined and failed to squirm away.  "So you might as well let yourself like it."

[iwritebutshouldi]

The Boy Savior - Part 16

Summary: When you lose your family in a shimmer factory accident you lose everything with them. All you want is getting your revenge, but then you meet him… The Boy Savior.

Happening during the last two acts of Arcane at first (probably advancing further as I have plans with this story)

Ekko x Reader

Content Warning: -

Link to Prologue, Link to Chapter 1, Link to Chapter 2, Link to Chapter 3, Link to Chapter 4, Link to Chapter 5, Link to Chapter 6, Link to Chapter 7, Link to Chapter 8, Link to Chapter 9, Link to Chapter 10, Link to Chapter 11, Link to Chapter 12, Link to Chapter 13, Link to Chapter 14, Link to Chapter 15

Chapter 16

"Y/N..." You heard Ekko's gentle yet ever so serious voice as his hug tightened around you. "You said you wouldn't do anything stupid while I'm away..." His chin rested on the top of your head now. "You're covered in cuts and bruises..." he said and you felt his finger slide over the wound on your neck. You heard on his voice that he was worried as he asked you in a low voice:

"Tell me about your brother."

"He was different..." you said after a while. It felt hard to think back of the creature your brother - your idol and childhood best friend - had become. "He suffered... I know.... I could see it in his eyes" you added after you'd swallowed back your tears.

"Did he do all this to you?" Ekko let go of you to stroke your left cheek. It hurt you slightly and you remembered how you crashed yourself.

"No." you shook your head. "I fell off the hoverboard. He - I don't know if he'd wanted to hurt me. He wasn't himself... His whole body was distorted and - and reminded me of shimmer addicts." you remembered his purple skin and pinkish eyes. "But I know he'd never use shimmer!" your gaze flew to meet Ekko's. You couldn't let him believe your brother was just some addicted thug... You  knew  he wasn't.

"And I think he needed help..." you furrowed your brows. Even though he cut your neck and absolutely seemed like he wanted to rip you apart, when your eyes met you felt like he was asking for help. He was your brother. He knew you could heal. Maybe this monster he had somehow become remembered your talent as well... "I- I have to go back for him!" you freed yourself from Ekko's arms right away but the boy opposed.

"Wait, wait, wait slow down..." he stepped after you but he hissed up in his pain. You almost forgot about the fact that Ekko was injured. Your eyes immediately flew back to see the sources of his pain and when you saw the hole on his vest - just above his heart - you almost fainted.

"Ekko, you were shot!" you gasped and your hands immediately moved to pull the fabric away. He got your wrists into his hands, gently trying to stop you. "I'll heal you..." you wanted to state - even though you felt completely uncapable of using your powers at that moment - but he cut you off.

"You have to rest. I know that healing costs your strength..." he opposed but you just shook your head.

"No way I could rest when I know you're hurt." you looked into his eyes, more determined than ever, almost begging him, and you saw his hesitation and willpower slowly shatter.

So now, 20 minutes later, you were both in your room again but this time the boy was sat on your little bed while you were on the ground in front of him, trying to free his leg from his shoe. Ekko told you how he lent his room to a member of the Piltovian Council and your jaw dropped.

"But how did you ended up meeting him?" you asked. Both of your eyes grew as big as a pair of coasters. In just a couple of days two Piltovians ended up at the firelight base - in Zaun - without any negative intentions...

"After I managed to save myself from the explosions I couldn't really come back on my own." he said while gesturing towards his leg with his head and your chest tightened around your heart... If only you had been there with him instead of having a pleasant night here with the others; while Ekko was fighting for his life... "I hid under the bridge during the night and Heimerdinger found me in the morning. He had been sent away from the council and came to Zaun to try and help us instead. He's a genius, I could learn so much from him! Can you believe it?" Ekko finished his story with glowing eyes but then noticed you fell silent.

"What is it?" he asked gently. You saw from the corner of your eyes that he was searching your face but you couldn't look into his eyes. He was only lucky because he didn't get a fatal injury...

"I could have helped you..." you said to the floor.

"We've talked about this." he answered right away and moved from the bed to sit next to you on the floor. "I survived. Vi and Caitlyn got to Piltover. We have someone from the higher city to help us now.  And you found your brother ." he sat so close to you again that you felt the warmth coming from his body. You let yourself absorb his presence, helping both your mind and body calm down a little. "You know, I'm not exactly a fan of believing in destiny and stuff - I think you gotta make the most out of your time yourself - but this time I believe things had to happen this way."

You looked at him finally. He was good with his words you had to admit that. You wouldn't have believed it was possible to make you feel better but he managed to ease your mood a little. When your eyes met you felt your heartbeat getting faster and you saw his expressions change to a more serious one as well. You saw his gaze wander along your nose to rest on your lips and as you felt his breath against your skin you felt the familiar warmness inside your chest.

Your lips were only an inch away from his - you were about to close your eyes when you finally realized the feeling. You jerked your head up as you said excitedly: " Quickly!  Help me get this off!" you reached for his shoe again, leaving the boy alone with his confusion.

"What?" he asked furrowing his brows when he finally saw what you were doing, and - a little disappointed - but he reached down to help you.

"I think I couldn't -" you swallowed nervously. " I couldn't heal for a while ..." you said, looking away from him. It was hard for you to admit that you weren't even capable of doing the only thing you were good at..."But now I feel it again!" he finally pulled his shoe off his foot letting out a painful moan while doing so. You saw how his ankle was swollen and purple - you weren't sure about what kind of injury he had; you just knew it was serious.

You quickly lied your palms onto his ankle and closed your eyes. Though it took you longer than ever before - pictures of the past days, you didn't want to remember anymore, kept flying through your mind - but after a while you managed to settle your thoughts on the feeling of his warmness by your side and your shared kiss... And you finally felt your powers fully working.

"Wow..." Ekko breathed when you opened your eyes. "I mean... I've seen what you can do but - feeling it on your skin is just -  wow ..." he chuckled a little, brushing through his hair. He stood up immediately to try his leg and you smiled tiredly as you watched him. The warmness inside your chest became hotter. Seeing him just being careless for a few seconds made you strangely happy. You stood up because you weren't finished just yet.

You still had to heal his chest where he was shot and you felt that you were at the verge of your strength. The fact that you couldn't even remember the last time you had a good sleep and the amount of stress you went through in the past days didn't help you either.

"You're amazing..." Ekko said when he looked at you, circling with his healthy-again ankle in the air. The little compliment made your knees weak and the butterflies woke up inside your stomach for yet another dance. If he kept saying things like that you were sure you'd get a heart attack.

"Come, I still need to heal your chest."

"Do I have to undress for that?" Ekko asked and there it was - the same old cheeky smile again... Your face got dangerously hot as you stood his gaze.

"Would be optimal, yes." you said simply, trying not to pay attention to your own burning cheeks. You stepped to your window to look out and listened to the tinkling of the little metal pieces on the boy's clothing. When you finally looked back at him, Ekko was taking off his tank top and you were sure you wouldn't have been able to look past how...  fit  he was - if there wasn't a huge, black bruise above his heart. You could also see that he probably had a few ribs broken as well...

"Oh, my god, Ekko..." you whispered and stepped close to him. You felt your fingers trembling and your stomach turned upside down...

He was so close to dying...

You felt a lump inside your throat again as you reached out your hand to place it on the bruise. You took a deep breath and swallowed back your tears. You had to stop crying. You had to start acting like a strong person. You had to show Ekko that he could trust you in dangerous situations and you had to start training yourself to finally be able to put up a fight...

When your hand met his skin - your palm was just big enough to cover the bruises - you felt his fingers crawl onto your waist on both of your sides. Your heartbeat immediately got faster and stronger, making you feel like it was a bird inside your chest that wanted to escape. He was so close to you again, that his feet were almost between yours on the ground and you felt his thighs brush against yours.

"You know, when I was under that bridge..." Ekko started talking when you raised your head to look at him. "...what I was the most afraid of was..." he smiled to himself, letting his eyes roam freely on your face, only to settle down on your lips in the end. He was slowly leaning closer and closer to you "... that I wouldn't get any more of  this ." he finished his sentence just before the distance disappeared between the two of you completely -

and there he was, kissing you again.

You didn't have to concentrate on anything, you just gave yourself in and you were sure that the bruises and broken ribs of Ekko were long gone already as the two of you stood in your little room...

And you were also sure about one other thing...

You had no doubts left inside you...

You had fallen in love with the boy...

[marvelous-harry]

oh my god the sub drop reader blurb killed me 😍 sooo adorable. now can we see more of reader being a brat 😈 I die for florence and harry telling her what’s what. adore this universe so much!!!

"But why?" I whined as I followed him into the bathroom. I pouted as I tugged on his shorts. "Please, Harry, please!" I begged.

"I said no. Now be a good girl and finish packing your things," Harry said as he pulled my hand away from his shorts.

"But, Harryyy," I whined loudly and reached out for him again.

"No. Stop," he interrupted me and gave my hand a little smack.

I let out a sob as I stormed away and threw myself up on our bed as I cried loudly.

"You best start behaving and be ready to go when Florence comes back," Harry told me sternly as he continued packing up our things.

Letting out another sob, I pushed a pile of his neatly folded clothes off the bed and glared at him.

"Noo!" I screamed while sobbing. "Harry!"

"That is enough!" Harry said as he marched over quickly.

Whimpering, I tried to scramble off the bed.

Harry grabbed onto my foot and yanked me back before he got up on the bed and straddled my hips. When I tried pushing him off, he grabbed my arms tightly, pinning them above my head.

"I don't have time for your little tantrum right now," Harry said as he put his head down, close to mine. "When we get on the bus I am going to give you a spanking for being so naughty but till then you're going to get on your knees in a corner and shut up," Harry hissed.

I let out another loud sob as he got off me and pulled me off the bed. He escorted me over to a corner and gave me a pointed look. Whimpering, I got down on my knees and looked up at him sadly.

"Not a word, and don't move," Harry ordered as he moved away.

Crying, I wiped at my wet cheeks and watched as Harry refolded his clothes before putting them into his bag.

By the time Harry had finished packing everything up, Florence still wasn't back.

Sniffling as I watched Harry sit down on the bed and text someone before looking over at me.

"Florence just finished her interview so she'll meet us at the arena later," Harry sighed as he stood up and came over. He held out his hands for me and helped me up.

I rubbed my eyes as Harry tilted my head up and looked me in the eyes. "You going to behave until we get on the bus?" he asked.

I nodded and whimpered. "Yes, Harry," I whispered.

"Good. Get your shoes on and grab your bag. I'll get Flossie's" he let go of me and promptly walked away.

Slipping on my shoes, I put my backpack on and grabbed my bag before standing by the door and waited for him like a good girl.

Harry was quiet the whole lift ride and quiet as we got on the bus.

Chewing on my lip, I put my bag and backpack nicely away before looking at him as he did the same.

"Okay. Come here," Harry sat down on the bed and patted his lap. "Let's have a little talk first,"

I walked over slowly and sat down on his lap, playing with his necklace nervously.

"Why are you going to be punished?" Harry asked as he tilted my head up.

"Emm cause I was naughty," I whispered, blushing as I looked at him.

"That's right. You didn't take no for an answer and when you didn't get your way you threw a tantrum and continued your naughty behavior," Harry scolded me.

Whimpering, I hid my face against his neck. "I'm sorry! I just really wanted to suck you off," I mumbled against his skin.

Harry chuckled lightly. "I know, baby, but you have to listen when I tell you no. I'm very flattered that you wanted to suck me off that bad though,"

"Maybe I can suck you off later?" I asked and looked at him hopefully.

Harry let out a little chuckle before shaking his head. "I don't want you asking any more about that today, understand? I'll let you know if I want to use your mouth,"

"Okay," I sighed sadly.

"Good girl. Pull down your trousers and panties please and lie down over my lap,"

Getting up, I did as I was told and lied down over his legs. This day was not going as I'd planned I thought before yelping as Harry started spanking me hard.