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Alcina's New Maid. Pt. 5! Lady Dimitrescu x Reader
Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI
Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut.
Notes: Part 5! I had to split part 4 into two because it was getting WAY too long so here ya go💕 I wasn't planning on a certain someone showing up this early but it just worked as I was typing out my stream of consciousness. The plot is getting thiccccc
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The next morning you wake up and for the first time, Alcina is still in bed with you. She had gotten up at some point and put on a black nightgown, but you wake up the same way you fell asleep, tucked into her with her arm wrapped around you. She feels you stir and looks down at you. You look up at her, her reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose with a book in her hand.
"Good morning draga." She says.
"Good morning Mis- Alcina." You say sleepily.
"How did you sleep my pet?"
"Really well, how did you sleep?"
"Well, I require very little sleep, so for the 30-45 minutes I was asleep was wonderful."
"What did you do the rest of the night?" You're pretty sure you knew Alcina and the girls were vampires of some sort, or at least not human, but there was still so much about them that was a mystery.
"Well I got up and worked for a few hours, then I had some rare free time so I came back here and continued reading my book."
You smile at her and she pulls you into her.
"I'll have Zina bring you up breakfast this morning."
"She doesn't have to, I can eat in the kitchen, I feel so bad that she's been doing so much extra work just for me." Alcina side-eyes you.
"I'm not sure if that's a good idea my pet, I have, concerns, about the other maidens."
You're disappointed, but nod your head. She's right to be concerned, to be fair you are too, but you're tired of having people waiting on you hand and foot because you're trying to avoid someone.
"I understand Alcina."
She sighs and you look up at her.
"You may go down to the kitchen for breakfast, but you must bring it up here and eat in my chambers. Understand?"
"Yes, thank you Alcina." You say with a smile.
"Before you go, help me get dressed."
She closes her book and tosses her covers off of her and gets out of bed. You follow suit and go to her wardrobe to grab a dress.
"Do you want me to pick anything in particular?" You ask her.
"Just my usual attire is fine dear." She says as she removes her nightgown, revealing a new lacy bra and underwear set.
You grab her dress and bring it to her. She steps into it and slides her arms into the sleeves. She sits on her vanity bench so you can button it.
She touches up her lipstick and slides her gloves on.
"There's a new uniform on the chair over there for you." She says, nodding to one of the chairs in the corner of the room.
You walk over and put your new uniform on and turn back to Alcina who is adjusting her hat on her head.
"Is there anything else you need me to do?"
"That's all, you can head down to the kitchen. Remember, straight back up here with your tray, no gallivanting around, yes?"
"I promise I'll come right back here, no detours." You say with a smile.
"Good girl. Go on." She says, nodding towards the door.
You make your way downstairs and head towards the kitchen. You see Zina just outside the kitchen, surprised to see you.
"Y/n, I was just about to prepare a tray to bring up to you."
"Thank you Zina, but I figured I'd come down and grab breakfast myself and bring it up. I hate that I've been making so much extra work for you."
Zina looks at you a little concerned.
"Does she-"
"Oh, yes, she gave me permission to get breakfast and bring it back up to her chambers."
Her face relaxes into a smile.
"Very well then, enjoy."
You walk into the kitchen and you immediately feel eyes on you. You try your best to ignore them as you wait in line for your meal. Once you get breakfast you grab your tray and make your way back across the kitchen to Alcina's chambers.
All is fine until you feel someone shove you from behind, as you're shoved you see a foot stick out and trip you, your tray goes flying and so do you. You try to brace yourself for the fall but you smack your head into one of the benches at the table and roll onto the floor. You may have blacked out for a moment but you sit up as fast as you can, your head spinning and in pain. You feel your head and look at your hand and see blood, you look up and see Stefana standing over you with an evil smile across her face. You look down and see that she has a knife in her hand, you panic and try to back away from her as you're on the floor, afraid if you turn your back she's just going to kill you.
As Stefana takes a step forward, a loud "BAM" echoes through the kitchen startling everyone, including you. You turn your head to look and see that the kitchen door has been knocked off of it's hinges, a familiar black hat makes its way through the door frame as Alcina steps into the kitchen. She stands up straight and looks at Stefana, the look in her eyes is terrifying, she looks down at you on the floor and her eyes soften with concern, in an instant the rage is back as she walks towards the two of you, more than half of the maids run out of the kitchen through the other door.
You scramble to your feet and step back towards Alcina. Stefana drops the knife, you're not sure if she even realized she did to be honest.
"YOU." She yells, the walls of the kitchen shake. "You disrespectful, insolent worm."
Alcina extends her claws, and slowly walks towards her, she walks past you and gently pushes you behind her.
"What did I tell you last time? If you so even look at her again I will slice you to ribbons. You were properly warned yet you still did not listen." Her tone is cold and angry. "I told you you would regret it."
Stefana stands there, terrified, but also angry.
"Alci-" She begins to say.
"SILENCE." Alcina yells. "I never gave you permission to call me by that name, a name you only learned after prying through my personal belongings! How dare you try and use stolen information to save yourself."
"I deserved to know!" Stefana tells back.
"You deserve nothing." Alcina hisses.
"I love you! You told me you loved me and you threw me aside like I was nothing to you!" She yells through tears.
Alcina laughs out loud, her laughter fills you with terror. "Make no mistake little girl," she growls as she gets closer to her. "I never spoke those words to you. You were nothing to me, and you still are nothing to me. All you are is a nuisance, a disobedient, disrespectful wench and I am THROUGH with giving you repeated warnings to behave yourself."
Alcina slowly pulls her arm back, getting ready to slash Stefana into pieces.
"NO!" You yell, you have no idea what came over you, but you couldn't watch Alcina kill her in front of you, not like this. You run up behind Alcina and grab her wrist before she slashes forward.
Alcina stops and slowly looks down at you, she has an anger in her eyes you never knew was possible for someone to have, even if they weren't human.
"Please, don't, please." You beg. Your entire body is trembling, you didn't even realize you were crying.
She glares into your eyes as your hands tremble around her large wrist, but you don't break eye contact. The anger in her eyes softens, not much, but you notice the slight shift. She growls at you and aggressively retracts her claws, you slowly drop your hands and she breaks the eye contact and looks towards Stefana. She takes another step closing the distance between the two of them.
She raises her hand to her face and you wince, she drags her finger down Stefana's cheek.
"Today is certainly your lucky day." She says sweetly, but almost terrifyingly. When her finger reaches her jaw, Alcina grabs Stefana by the throat and lifts her up to her eye level. "You better be grateful for her kindness because if I had it my way you would be slashed to pieces on this floor right now." She brings Stefana closer to her face. "If you so much as breathe in her direction, it will be the very last breath you take. Next time I will not let her stop me from tearing you to shreds. Do you understand?"
Stefana tries to respond but can't because of the pressure around her throat. Alcina drops her and she hits the ground, hard.
"Now get out of my sight." She growls.
Stefana looks at her for a moment as she gasps for air and another maid comes over and helps her to her feet, guiding her out of the kitchen.
"Let me make one thing very clear to all of you." Alcina says to the maids left in the kitchen. "If anyone lays as much as a finger on her, it will be the last thing you do. Am I clear?" She says angerly.
You hear the maids quietly respond with "yes Lady" and "yes Mistress".
She slowly turns to you and stares at you.
"And you," you swallow hard, worried that you just marked yourself for death. "That was very bold, but very stupid. Do not ever do that again."
"I won't Mistress." You say with a shaking voice.
She kneels down in front of you and brings her knuckle under your chin and lifts your head, she inspects the gash on your head from hitting it on the bench.
"Oh Mother Miranda," she says under her breath. "I think you may need stitches. Come, I'm taking you to the infirmary." She grabs your hand and leads you out of the kitchen to the infirmary.
The stitches pinch a little, but the pain wasn't bad at all, especially compared to the pain you feel when Alcina breaks your skin when she feeds.
"Okay, all finished." The doctor says, cutting the sutures. "You only needed three stitches, the cut wasn't too deep and shouldn't leave much of a scar if you take care of it. You also have a slight concussion, but that should resolve itself in a few days."
"Thank you." You say quietly.
"Is there anything else you need my Lady?" She asks turning to Alcina.
"No, thank you doctor."
The doctor nods her head and leaves the room. You keep your eyes on the floor, not wanting to break the uncomfortable silence. Alcina's anger had subsided, but she still wasn't happy. You feel her eyes on you and you turn and slowly meet them, you feel like a child that's about to be scolded by their mother.
"How are you feeling?" She calmly asks.
"I'm okay." You say quietly.
She brings her knuckle under your chin and lifts your face again, inspecting the stitched up wound.
"Why on earth would you want to me to spare her life?" She says softly, almost like she's talking to herself. "She would have ended yours right then and there with no hesitation." You watch her golden eyes as they scan your stitches, she slowly turns your head back and fourth to examine it from every angle. "Yet, you begged me to spare hers." She drops her hand and looks you in the eyes. "Why?"
"I don't know, I didn't even realize what I was doing when I did that. I just got so scared and I didn't want to watch her die in front of me, I would have felt so guilty, like her death would have been my fault."
Alcina cocks her head to the side and furrows her brows like she's confused.
"And why would that be your fault?"
"Because I'm the one who replaced her, I'm the one she's angry with, if she died because of something she did to me, I'd feel so guilty."
"Her anger is horribly misplaced, I am the one she should be angry with. I brought you here, I was the one who had her replaced, I would have been the one to kill her, you bear none of the guilt or responsibility for what will frankly be her own demise." Your eyes stay focused on the floor. When you don't respond she puts her finger under your chin and lifts your face towards her. "You don't believe me do you?" She says a little flatly.
"It's not that I don't believe you, logically, yes, none of it would be my fault, but my head and my heart can't seem to accept it."
"If she does anything else, do not try and stop me again. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Come, I'm bringing you back to my chambers. I am going to have Zina pack your things from your room in the maids quarters." She says as she grabs your hand and goes to leave the infirmary.
"Wait, why?" You ask as you stop moving.
Alcina stops and turns towards you.
"After that incident I can't trust that you will remain safe in the maids quarters. I am moving you into the room next to mine so I can keep a close eye on you. From now on, unless you are in my chambers or my study, you will not leave my side. You will go where I go and have all of your meals with us in the dining hall. On the rare occasions where I cannot bring you along with me you are to stay with the girls or in one of the designated rooms. Understood?"
You can't help but smile up at her, you shake your head yes accompanied by an "mhm."
She leads you to her chambers and lifts you into her bed. You crawl under the covers and hear a knock at the door.
"Mother?" You hear Bela on the other side of the door.
"Come in." She says and sits on the edge of the bed.
"Mother Miranda is-" Bela looks over and sees your stitches. "WHAT HAPPENED?" She says running over to you. Your head throbs when she yells. Although your concussion was a minor one, it still left you sensitive to bright lights and loud noises.
Out of the three girls Bela is probably the one you're least closest with, seeing her reaction to your injury warmed your heart.
"There was an incident in the kitchen with another maid, it's been handled."
"Is she dead?" Bela asks, angrier than you expected.
"No, but she has been dealt with. Now what about-"
Two swarms of flies appear in the room and Daniela and Cassandra appear.
"What happened?" Daniela asks.
"We heard Bela yell." Cassandra says.
They look over at you and see your stitches at the same time.
"HOW DID YOU GET THAT!?" Daniela yells, your head throbs more when she yells and you wince at the pain.
"Who do I have to kill?" Cassandra says with a darkness in her voice you've never heard before, it honestly scares you a little.
They run over to the bed next to Bela.
"Girls." Alcina says. "Y/n is okay, as I was telling Bela, there was an incident with one of the other maids but it's been handed."
"Why isn't she dead?!" Bela says.
"SHE'S STILL ALIVE?" Daniela and Cassandra yell in unison. You wince again from the sound.
"Girls, volume." Alcina says to the three of them, she looks over at you. "Would you like to tell them why the maid in question isn't currently being made into a fresh bottle of my wine?"
The three girls look at you, both mad and confused.
"Girls, I'm okay, really. Just a few stitches, minor concussion, I'll be fine."
"That doesn't explain why she's still breathing!" Cassandra says.
"Al- your mo- Mistress," You stumble over your words as your head pounds from the concussion. You bring your hands to your face and rub your eyes as your head throbs. "Sorry," You say as you bring your hands down. "I stopped her."
"WHY?!" The three yell.
You wince again, the throbbing in your head increases.
"Girls, she has a concussion, will you please be quiet." Alcina hisses at them as they hang their heads. She gets up and closes the curtains, darkening the room. "Is that better?" She asks, turning towards you.
The darkness helps to ease the pain in your head a little. "Yes, thank you." The three girls stare at you, demanding an answer. "I don't know-"
"Yes you do." Alcina says flatly as she sits back down on the edge of the bed.
The girls look towards Alcina and back to you.
"I- I didn't even know what I was doing until I did it, but I didn't want to see her die in front of me, so I just grabbed her wrist and stopped her from slashing the maid to pieces."
The girls' eyes widen as they look at you.
"And you didn't kill her?" Cassandra asks her mom, gesturing to you.
"No, I did not." Alcina says.
"Woah." Daniela says, staring at you.
"Mom must really like you." Bela says quietly.
Alcina gives her a low growl.
"She's not wrong." Cassandra says to Alcina. "The last time a maid tried to stop you, you gutted her and turned her into a scarecrow as a warning to the rest of them. She's still the only maid out there!"
You swallow hard and watch as Alcina looks at Cassandra.
"Yes, I remember, thank you for the history lesson." She says sarcastically.
"Well I'm happy you didn't kill her." Daniela says, looking up at her mother. "I like y/n, I she's my favorite!"
Alcina smiles and places her hand on Daniela's head, which Daniela nuzzles into.
"So you're just gonna let that maid live?" Bela asks Alcina.
"For now, yes. But if she steps even a centimeter out of place she's finished."
"Can I follow her around so I can kill her the second she messes up?" Cassandra asks eagerly.
"Absolutely not. I will take care of her, I don't want any of you laying a finger or a fly on her, understand?"
"Yes mom." They reply in unison.
"Now, Bela, what were you saying about Mother Miranda?"
"Oh, she needs the lab and some maids to test on."
Alcina pinches the bridge of her nose and furrows her brows.
"I can not afford to keep loosing maids, the village will riot if I take any more girls." She says under her breath and drops her hand.
"We can always give her the one who hurt y/n!" Cassandra says with a devilish smile.
"No, she won't do. I will come up with some solution, did she say when she was coming?" Alcina asks Bela.
"She said she would be here soon."
"Did she say what she needed the lab for?"
"New cadou mutations I think."
"Of course." Alcina says with a sigh. "Alright, thank you girls, you may go. Please try and keep it down."
"Yes mother." They say as they disappear in a swarm.
Alcina turns to you, noticing the confused look on your face.
"You have a lab? Where you test on maids? And what's a cadou?"
"There are many things that go on in this castle that you need not worry about draga, including anything that happens in the dungeon. I must go prepare for Mother Miranda, under no circumstances are you to leave this room. I will make sure your meals are delivered to you. You are to rest until you are fully recovered, understand?"
"Yes."
She drags her finger along your cheek and studies your face for a moment. She drops her hand and stands.
"I must be off, if you need anything before I return have one of the girls or Zina assist you."
"I will." You look up into her eyes as she towers over you. "Thank you for saving me." You say quietly.
"No need to thank me my pet." she cups her hand under your face. She goes to speak but stops herself and purses her lips. You gently smile at her and she smiles back at you and drops her hand.
She opens the door and you see her stop.
"Oh, Mother Miranda, I wasn't expecting you so soon." Alcina says.
"I don't understand why, I did tell your daughter I would be arriving soon." You hear an unamused voice outside of the door but can't see her with Alcinas dress blocking your view. "What do you have in here?" The woman asks.
"Oh, it's nothing im-"
She pushes past Alcina and walks into the room. You see a woman dressed in all black, wearing a gold mask with a black feathered hood on her head. Her mask nearly resembling a birds beak, the hood attached to a floor length robe, also covered in black feathers. She removes the hood revealing her blond hair, slicked back and tucked into her robe.
"And what do we have here?" She says, almost amused.
"Mother Miranda, this is my new handmaiden, y/n."
Alcina's demeanor has completely shifted since she opened the door, usually she commands every room she walks into. As soon as Mother Miranda entered, her usual large presence seems to have shrunk. You're not sure what it exactly is, if Alcina is being submissive, if she just very, very highly respects her, of if she fears her, or if it's a combination of all of the above, but she's not her usual self.
"Your handmaiden resting in your chambers?" Mother Miranda says, as if she's mocking Alcina.
Your eyes shift to Alcina, you can almost see a desperation in her eyes, like a child looking for praise and acceptance from their neglectful parent. It's something you've never witnessed with Alcina before, you're not sure how you feel about it, but you gut doesn't have a good feeling.
"Yes, she had an altercation with another one of the maids leaving her injured. For her own safety I am having her stay in my chambers until I can make other arrangements."
"I can see," Mother Miranda says as she walks up to you and examines you. You notice she has bright yellow eyes, similar to Alcina's. "Such a pretty young thing." She says as she caresses your cheek with her finger.
You meekly smile at her. "Thank you." You say quietly. You look over at Alcina and you see a shift in her eyes as Mother Miranda touches you, her jaw clenches and she bites the inside of her lip, trying to keep her emotions in check. She doesn't look happy.
"And why is this maiden not being utilized in my lab? She may be a fine specimen for the cadou."
You see fear and anger flare in Alcina's eyes as she takes a few steps towards you both. Mother Miranda turns to look at Alcina and she tries her best to hide her emotions.
"With all due respect Mother Miranda, I don't believe she would handle the cadou well. Her small body would crumble, it would kill her, I'm certain of it. She is quite useful, one of my best maids, I have other maidens that would take to the cadou much better than she will, and they will be much more useful in your experiments." Alcina's eyes shift to you and back to Mother Miranda. You get the feeling she's trying to protect you, but you're not sure from what, Mother Miranda, the lab, the cadou, all of it?
"Alcina, are you prioritizing one of your pathetic employees over my work? You do understand the importance of these experiments don't you?"
You never thought you'd see the day where Alcina was intimidated by someone, but Mother Miranda certainly does it.
"No Mother Miranda, not at all." Alcina quickly replies, her tone apologetic. "I absolutely understand the importance of it-"
"Then stop prioritizing a simple maid over my work." Mother Miranda growls.
You see fear in Alcina's eyes, she's not fearful for her, she's fearful for you. You don't know what experiments they're talking about, or even what a cadou is, but from Alcina's reaction to the potential of subjecting you to it, it can't be good.
Mother Miranda turns towards you again and looks at you.
"You may be a wonderful specimen for the cadou," she says, stroking your hair. "Or it may kill you, there's only one true way to find out." She says with an evil smile. You're not sure if she's being serious, or just trying to get a rise out of Alcina, because if she's trying to get a rise out of her, it's certainly working. You see the anger bubbling in Alcina, you've heard of Mother Miranda before and if the rumors are true, her powers are strong, and terrifying.
"If I may," you quietly say, hoping to diffuse the situation. Alcina's eyes snap towards you, before you can gauge her reaction Mother Miranda's bright yellow eyes capture your attention as she stares intensely into your eyes. "Well first, it's an honor to meet you Mother Miranda." Mother Miranda's stare doesn't falter. The tension in the air thickens, you're not sure if you're about to seal your fate to the dungeon or save yourself, but it's too late to back out now. "But, um, I'm not an employee, technically." You break eye contact with Mother Miranda for a moment to look at Alcina, who looks both worried and unsure of what you're doing, your eyes meet Mother Miranda's once again.
"Are you a maiden?" Mother Miranda asks, her voice cold and aggravated.
"Yes ma'am."
"Do you clean the castle?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Do you wear a maids uniform?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Do you stay in the maids quarters?"
"I did ma'am."
"Then explain to me, how are you not an employee?" Her bright eyes burning into yours.
"Lady Dimitrescu purchased me." You pause for a moment, slowly and carefully selecting each word that comes out of your mouth. "She paid my uncle in exchange for me. So, although I have the same duties as the employees here, I believe I am technically her property. Right?" You look over at Alcina, you see her relax a bit and she gives you a tiny nod.
"She is correct Mother Miranda," Alcina says as she takes a step forward. "I paid a large sum of money to take possession of her. Aside from knowing she would not react well to the cadou, as other experiments similar to her physique have, I would like to make my investment worthwhile."
"You must be very special then if Alcina was willing to purchase you. Although I'm not surprised, you are very beautiful." She says, stroking you cheek again, she almost sounds like she's flirting with you. You see Alcina stiffen, Mother Miranda is toying with her, trying to provoke her. "Such a shame you'll have a hideous scar, tainting your beautiful face." She says as her finger slides down your jawline and she flicks her finger as she reaches under your chin, her sharp talon grazing your skin.
Your eyes shift to Alcina, her jaw clenched again, anger in her eyes, Mother Miranda turns to face her and she tries her best to soften her eyes. Mother Miranda chuckles.
"Very well Alcina, I will respect your property. I will meet you in the lab." She says as she stands up. In a flash she disappears in a burst of black feathers.
Alcina exhales in relief and closes her eyes, putting her hands over her chest. She takes a breath in to ground herself and regains her composure, when she opens her eyes, it's like she's back to normal. She looks over at you and you're worried about her, relieved, and fucking confused.
"What the fuck was that?"
"Language." She says, scolding you.
"Sorry."
She cups your face in her hand and you close your eyes and lean into her. She bends down and when you open your eyes you realize she's eye level with you.
"You are extremely lucky. Your boldness will no doubt be your downfall." She says looking into your eyes. "Don't push your luck." You nod your head in her hand. She kisses you on your forehead, you're both surprised when you feel her lips on you. Alcina pulls away and stands up and heads towards the door. "Since you are my property, I very well may have to get you a collar, my little pet." She says almost flirtatiously as she smirks, turning towards you before she opens the door.
"If that's what you want, Mistress." You say with a smile.
She cocks an eyebrow at you and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
"Holy shit." You say to yourself as you lay back into the pillows. Not realizing how anxious you really were that entire time, you feel like a huge weight was lifted off of your chest as your anxiety fades away.
"Why was Alcina so afraid for me? What the fuck did Mother Miranda do to have so much power over her? What experiments are they performing on maids in the dungeon or lab or whatever the hell they have in the basement? What the fuck is a cadou? What else happens here that I don't know about?!" Thoughts and questions flood your mind, you were hoping to try and relax and maybe get some sleep but that's definitely not happening anymore.
Alcina leaves her chambers and closes the door behind her. She leans back against the wall and takes a long, shaky breath in and slowly exhales. It's not even noon and she's already had the most stressful day she's had in years, all she wants right now is a cigarette and a drink. The last thing she wants to do right now is work on experiments in the lab with Mother Miranda. She knew letting you go down to the kitchen was a bad idea, but the disappointment in your face crushed her so she gave in without a second thought. She decided to quietly follow you to the kitchen, just to make sure you were safe, and she was grateful she followed her instincts.
She was worried when she heard what sounded like a tray falling, a small thud and a soft yelp, but she was hoping it wasn't you. It wasn't until she heard your heartbeat increase rapidly that she knew you were in trouble. She didn't mean to knock the door off of it's hinges, but you were in danger and she needed to get to you as fast as possible. She was completely blinded by anger, seeing you on the floor, bleeding from your head, Stefana standing over you with a knife in her hand, ready to take her revenge. She was ready to kill Stefana, she was almost excited about it. She was only pulled out of her searing anger when she felt hands around her wrist and seeing you there when she looked down. Bleeding, crying, terrified and trembling like a leaf, she was pissed that you got in her way, but she couldn't stand seeing you like that more than she wanted to kill Stefana.
Then in her chambers, where she thought you were finally safe, Mother Miranda shows up and tries to take you to the lab and experiment on you. This terrified her far more than the threat of Stefana. Normally she would bend to any request Mother Miranda asked of her, she's given Mother Miranda her personal handmaids to experiment on before. Most of them either dying or turning into moroaicas, but she desperately fought to keep you out of the dungeon; even if that meant going against Mother Miranda's wishes, something she's never even considered before. She felt jealousy for the first time in years when Mother Miranda dangled you in front of her like a toy, she knew what she was doing and she did it purposefully. It scared her that she felt so much anger when Mother Miranda stroked your cheek and complimented you, flirted with you; and it angered her even more when she insulted you, saying that your beautiful face was tainted from the wound.
She was terrified to her core when you spoke up, worried that Mother Miranda would deem you disrespectful and just kill you right in front of her. She felt a wave of relief wash over her when you mentioned that you were her property, a point she never even thought to bring up. She never looked at you as her property, but technically, you were, and that might be the only reason you weren't being dragged to the lab right this second.
Before Mother Miranda showed up, she almost said "I will always protect you." but stopped herself. She didn't want to be that vulnerable with someone else, she was worried she was getting too attached, afraid to express the feelings she had deep down she's been trying to suppress. Impulse took control when she kissed you on the forehead before she left, it's been decades since she's shown someone other than her daughters that kind of affection, and it scared her. It's been decades since she's felt so strongly for someone like this, it's something she's actively tried to avoid in all honesty.
"I'm becoming too attached." She thinks to herself. If she's learned anything in her 100 plus years of living, it's how to shove things into a box and put it to the back of her mind to hopefully be forgotten. "I must distance myself." She thinks of how heartbroken you would be and how sad it would make her to see you like that, but she quickly pushes that thought aside. Her fears greater than her guilt, she stands up straight, takes in a deep breath, exhales, and shoves all of her feelings towards you into a box and into the darkest corner of her mind. She has work to do, experiments to work on with Mother Miranda, a business to run, she has no time for these silly feelings. She adjusts her hat, smooths out her dress and makes her way to the lab to continue working towards Mother Miranda's goal.
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Hangover 1
Warnings: dubcon, noncon, other possible triggers. Proceed with caution.
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Part of The Club AU
“Boris, I need that big breakfast,” you call through the window.
“Yeah, yeah,” the cook gristles back as he clinks a plate onto the metal, “you don't wait.”
“It's been twenty minutes,” you rebuff as you take the hot dish and veer around Monica at the counter.
You come around and carry it over to the only customer at a table. The officer came in looking underslept and worse for wear. A bruise is faded to yellow under his eyes and his stubble is just shorter than an actual beard.
“Here you are, honey,” you put on your customer service voice, “more coffee?”
“Yeah,” he puts his phone face down and unwraps the cutlery.
You go to the machine and grab a pot. You return and fill his cup as he jabs at the scrambled eggs.
“There ya go, honey, anything else I can do for you?”
“Yeah, stop calling me honey,” he snarls.
“Oh, sorry… sir.”
You back away and retreat back to the counter, offering more top ups as you burn with embarrassment. You suppose you can come on strong when you're looking for tips. Besides, you can't blame him for being grumpy. He seems to have a good reason for it.
You put on a fresh pot as you replace the urn on the burner. You dip behind the counter as Monica brings Vi her tea and egg whites. The old lady is one of the mainstays of the place.
“So,” Monica turns her back to the customers and lowers her voice, “how's Will?”
“I think he's liking college… must be having fun since I never hear from him,” you shrug, “only asks when he can come get his laundry done.”
“Typical, I'm not looking forward to Brandon being that age.”
“Yes, enjoy them while they're young and sweet,” you cluck.
“Waitress!” The cop booms from his table.
“Chipper guy,” Monica mutters under her breath as you turn on your heel.
You go back to the table. You notice the wrinkles in his uniform, the buttons aren't lined up properly either. He has his hand on his forehead. He leans over his plate as his shoulders tense and you see his boy racking.
Oh god, no! You've seen this before. Will would get like this when he brought home the flu.
“Oh no, just…”
You put your hand on his back and urge him over the plate as he pukes. You smell the alcohol then. You rub between his shoulder blades as he retches, not bringing up much more than the few bites he took.
“I'll get ya something,” you pull the towel from your apron and offer him that.
You try not to wrinkle your nose as you pick up his plate and carry it behind the counter. You dump it in the bin as Monica lets out a blech. You agree but you don't want to bring too much attention to the situation.
You go into the kitchen and wash your hands. You find a bucket and bring it out to the cop. He's bent over the table, head on his arms.
“Hon– sir,” you put the bucket on the table, “you want some water?”
He doesn't react. You go and get water for him, setting it by his elbow. He breathes heavily but doesn't move.
“You gonna be sick again?”
“No,” he grumbles, “I'm fine.”
You open your mouth but think better of it. You almost wonder if he's actually a cop. Maybe you should call the real ones.
You leave him and go to hide behind the counter. You have enough to worry about between tuition and your mortgage.
“Guy's a mess,” Monica whispers.
“Just a bit,” you agree.
“It's not even noon…”
“Shhhh, he's having a rough one,” you say, “he'll go eventually.”
“As long as he pays his bill,” she tuts.
“Yeah, let's hope,” you frown and peek over your shoulder. So much for a decent tip.
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The cop leaves about an hour after he got there. You forget quickly with the lunch rush. You spend your last few hours running yourself ragged.
You exchange your apron for your coat and leave through the side door. As you come into the alley, you notice the cruiser parked beside the dumpsters. You sidle by, stopping as you see the figure strewn over the back seat.
It's the same cop that was in the diner. You're content to keep going but your shoe hits a shape that jingles. You look down, a set of keys that can be for nothing other than the car in front of you. Those doors only open from the outside… wow. You won't call the guy a disaster, you can't exactly say you're any better.
You bend and pick up the keys. You unlock the door and open it, the edge hitting the dumpster. You don't know what to do so you just grab the cops ankle and shake his leg.
“Sir,” you raise your voice.
He throws his arm off his head and props himself up on his elbow, “what?”
“Um, you dropped these,” you place the keys by his shoe. “Sorry.”
He grunts but doesn't respond. You back up, leaving the door open. He slowly slides to the edge of the seat and hands his legs out of the car, bracing the door as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.
“Was sleepin’ good,” he growls.
“I… I was just checking on you… are you okay?”
“Does it matter?” He pulls himself up, snatching up the keys and slamming the back door. “Doing just fucking fine.”
“Alright, I wasn't…” you show your palms defensively, “have a good day officer.”
“Thanks, waitress,” he scoffs.
You bite down on his tone. It's not the first time you've been spoken to like that. In your line of work, it's all too common, and as you get more years under you, it's just how it is.
You turn and head towards the street. The engine rolls over behind you and as you near the end, you hear the tires crunching on pebbles. You barely manage to move out of the way as the officer steers into the street. You just stand back and watch him veer off. As bad as your day might be, his seems worse.
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bottom!steve x top!bucky masterlist
Call Boy (ao3) - L1av
steve/bucky
E, 149k
Summary: Bucky Barnes was skyrocketing through promotions at his advertising firm. Now, a partnership position is opening and if Bucky wants to see his name on the building, he needs to impress not only Mr. Tony Stark, but his wife Pepper. To do this, it takes a team, a couple to be exact. Bucky asks his ex-wife Natasha to set him up with the perfect girl, blonde, tall, thick thighs and huge tits, but with the personality that’ll get Pepper all smiles.
What Bucky gets? Tall, blonde, thick thighs…and a penis. Can this male escort pretend to not only be Bucky’s fiance but also impress Pepper enough to win Bucky the promotion? Is he going to impress Bucky enough to get him to sleep with him?
Steve loves working for his tip.
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steve/bucky
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AKA, Steve has PTSD and the Avengers fail to pick up on it. This makes assassin boyfriend unhappy.
No One Wants Your Opinion (ao3) - thepinupchemist
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steve/bucky
E, 16k
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Not ‘someone’, not really. Steve. Bucky wanted Steve to take care of him.
P.S I Love You (ao3) - L1av, The_Nerd_Alert
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What happens next is the last thing Steve ever thought could happen...
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2: Steve tests Bucky's restraints while on a mission
3: Nothing good ever happens when they're sitting in a meeting, Bucky has a vibrator up his ass, and Steve's holding the remote
4: 'But you're keeping the outfit, right?'
5: Dirty dancing and lollipops
+1: Steve goes to confession
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“Calm down, sweetheart,” he says. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Bucky brings his omega home.
Watch Your Mouth (ao3) - Enalena
E, 5k
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Or "That time Bucky fucked Steve so hard, everyone's perfect image of Captain America was crushed".
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Halloween Party
13 Days of Halloween: Day 10
Plot: Mickey asks you to be his date for the Halloween party. You happily agree, and decide to surprise him with your costume.
Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Gn!Reader
Warnings: None~
Words: 1k
A/N: This is the first time I am writing a fic for Fanboy, I hope you guys like it~
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You ran your hands over your costume as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You smiled to yourself as you thought back on what had happened a few days prior, all leading up to what you were wearing now.
You and Mickey had been dancing around your feelings for each other for a while. It was obvious to both of you how you felt, but nothing had triggered the beginning of a relationship.
But when the Halloween party was organized, Mickey finally took it as an opportunity to ask you out. So, the two of you would be attending the party together. Though, Mickey had agreed to help set up, so you would be meeting him there.
A few days before the party, Mickey had excitedly told you about his costume. He would, unsurprisingly, be going as Spock, ears and all.
You had yet to decide on a costume, until he raved about his. You noted the way he spoke, how he subtly mentioned a place he found a variety of Star Trek costumes. Going so far as to tell you exactly how to get one.
He never asked you, or suggested straight out that you should wear something similar, but you picked up on it. At least you hoped you did.
Part of you was afraid you misunderstood, and that he would not be as happy you went with a matching Star Trek uniform as you hoped. You were not a specific character, but your costume was obvious. You even bought a fake phaser gun.
As you pinned on your Star Trek badge, you were finished getting ready. Taking one last look at yourself, you left.
Making your way to the party, you felt antsy, yet excited. You really hoped Mickey would be excited about your choice of costume.
As you arrived at the party, you spotted many familiar faces. Hearing Mickey's familiar laugh, you spotted him talking to Payback.
Payback was dressed as a zombie, and was carrying a fake brain in his hands. The same one, he had been throwing and pranking people with days prior.
As you approached, Payback spotted you first, before pointing you out to Mickey.
As Mickey turned and saw you, his eyes ran up and down your figure, and you suddenly felt even more nervous.
But as Mickey's eyes lit up and a big grin spread across his face, you felt relief wash over you. He let out a laugh as he practically skipped over to you.
"Yes!" He yelled in excitement as he stopped in front of you. "Look at you! That's awesome!"
"You like it?" You asked a bit bashfully, looking down at yourself.
He smiled and nodded happily "It's awesome! I can't believe you decided to match with me!" Suddenly his face dropped "I hope you didn't think I pressured you into it or anything-"
"No, no" You cut him off with a laugh "I had no idea what to wear, and I did see how excited you were about yours, so I thought maybe I could do something similar. I was actually afraid you wouldn't like it."
"I love it!" You he said with a wide grin again as he looked you over again. "Did you pick a specific character or?"
"No, I didn't, I just-" You pulled out your phaser and pressed the button, causing it to make phasers sounds "-got a random uniform."
He chuckled, as Payback walked up to the two of you. "Look at you two. Matching space nerds."
"Hey!" You smacked his shoulder as Mickey laughed. "At least we didn't go with something unoriginal"
Payback let out a fake gasp as he feigned offense "I've very original, thank you very much. I'll have you know I'm not just a normal zombie I'm a-."
"Yeah yeah" You grabbed him, turning and pushing him towards the building "Tell it to someone who cares, nerd."
Mickey and Payback laughed as you all made your way towards the building. As Mickey slipped is arm around your waist, you felt your ears burn a little hotter.
As you made your way inside, you saw Phoenix, dressed as Laura Croft, who smiled and waved. Looking between you and Mickey she grinned.
"Cute!" She yelled over the music.
After a few hours of mingling with the others, themed games, and eating some food, you and Mickey eventually made your way to the dance floor.
You danced together, not quite, in time to the music, but you laughed together, not caring. Occasionally you danced as a group with the others, before always finding your way back to Mickey.
As a bit of a slower song came on, he pulled you closer to him, his hands on your waist as he smiled down at you.
"I'm really glad you agreed to come with me."
You smiled up at him "I'm really glad you asked me."
His grin grew a bit as he spun you around a bit to the music. Laughing, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you to him again.
Looking at his fake, pointed Spock ears, you smiled as you gently touched them. "Cute."
He blushed a little as he grinned "They were a pain in the ass to get on. Hangman suggested super glue."
You rolled your eyes "Of course he would." Your smile fell "You didn't did you?"
He laughed "No!"
You let out a breathy and relieved laugh "Just checking!"
As your eyes stayed locked, smiles on your faces, you saw Mickey's eyes drift down to your lips, before he met your eyes again. You saw a small twinkle in his eyes, as you knew he was debating whether he should kiss you now, or not.
The lights flashed as the song changed to another dance song. The people around you began dancing and laughing together. You and Mickey stayed relatively still for a moment as he still stared into your eyes.
Finally leaning forward, Mickey's lips brushed yours before he kissed you fully. You leaned into the kiss, as his hands tightened around you, pulling you closer.
The kiss lasted a few moments before you both pulled away. You grinned at each other, before Mickey stepped away.
He took your hands, and you grinned as you began dancing around with him to the music again.
As you jumped and spun around to the music, he took multiple opportunities to pull you into random kisses, or hold you lose to his chest throughout the rest of the night.
xx End xx
Sorry there is not much of an actual ending, but I wasn't sure how to finish it lol. Hope you liked it nonetheless! I hope to write more (and better) fics for Fanboy soon!
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Rainy Evening in Fontaine - ScfWhip
It was only a matter of time before I wrote something Genshin-related here...
Scott - cryo vision, private investigator in Fontaine
fWhip - pyro vision, adventurer with Fontaine adventurer's guild
Scott was having a nice evening. A glass of good Mondstadt dandelion wine. Some fruit imported from Sumeru. He had some paperwork to get in order before bringing it to Palais Mermonia in the morning. For now, he was enjoying his evening and the view over Vessari Passage. Mostly Cafe Lutece. Fidgeting with his pleasantly cool cryo vision. Not expecting any guests at all until... His doorbell rang.
With a sigh, he pulled his dark navy coat on. Could be his latest client with some urgent news. Pinned his vision in its place. Just in case it was needed. And went to open the door.
On the other side wasn't his client but a man he would consider a friend. An adventurer with the Guild. One reasonable to not wear their dismal green uniform. Scott would not openly admit it but, he really did appreciate the choice of dark, tight pants and maroon button-up. Not to mention that leather jacket most often slung over his shoulders.
"Hello fWhip," Scott hummed, leaning on his doorframe. It was raining pretty heavily. fWhip was totally soaked already. He probably neglected to find a place to stay in the city. And came to the only familiar place - Scott's house. Scott did use Guild's commission system a few times. And more often than not it was fWhip who accepted and fulfilled his requests. "How may I help you?" he asked as fWhip glared at him. Despite everything their relationship wasn't most cordial.
fWhip stared at him silently for a second before... "Forget it," he mumbled and turned to leave. Likely to go to the sewers Spina di Rosula base. Or all the way to Poisson.
Scott might have been a cold bastard - a requirement for his profession in this city - but he was not Fatui cold so he grabbed fWhip's arm and pulled him inside. "I was kidding, you idiot," he huffed before forcing fWhip to have a warm bath. He didn't need to have Ophelia on his business for letting one of her adventurers catch a cold or something.
As fWhip had a bath, after more than some protests, Scott set the kettle on and prepared tea.
"Why let me stay?" fWhip asked once he walked into the kitchen. His hair was fully dry but that could be attributed to his pyro vision, chain it was always on slung around fWhip's neck.
"It's raining. You're obviously bad at handling it. And I, unlike what you might think, am not a monster," Scott shrugged, no malice in his voice. When he wasn't glaring and scowling fWhip was considerably handsome... Okay, he had a pretty cute glare.
fWhip looked quite shocked for a second before loudly sneezing. "I..."
"Wait here, tea will be ready in a second, I'll get you something warmer to wear," Scott stopped him. Carelessly using vision's powers when not in good health could be disastrous. And he was fond of fWhip's annoyance with him.
Once back with the most random of the warm sweaters he owned, Scott moved them to the living room, along with tea and the cake. He had a fireplace there. And the rain was not stopping. And nights in Fontaine were rather chilly. He was about to get to lighting it up when fWhip snapped his fingers and it came to life. Weirdly his vision didn't really react. He didn't comment on it.
"Something this small shouldn't harm me," fWhip grinned before sneezing again.
With a sigh, Scott merely checked his temperature. "You're burning up," he said.
"I have a pyro vision, it's normal for me to run a bit warmer like you're probably colder than you should be," fWhip tried to shrug it off. "And don't you have anything better to do than watch me?" he asked as Scott sat next to him.
"Marechaussee Hunter can wait for my latest batch of paperwork. And I'd hate to be a bad host," Scott explained himself before taking a sip of his tea.
They ate cake and sipped tea in relatively comfortable silence. Scott was kind of glad he wasn't spending the evening bending over paperwork. Hoping melusines and clerks at Palais Mermonia would accept it without too much complaining. He was considering bringing himself something to read when he felt a sudden warmness on his shoulder. A tiny glance confirmed it was fWhip. Asleep, blushing, likely from fever. Mouth slightly open.
Scott stayed put and let the adventurer rest. Later he moved them to bed. It was more comfortable than the couch.
The next morning shocked passersbys could catch the two known for arguing sharing a breakfast at Cafe Lutece, at all not looking like they were about to argue. And those who were there when they were leaving could swear they saw monsieur Scott give the adventurer's hand a soft kiss and fWhip run off vaguely towards Adventurers Guild's headquarters.
Melusines never saw Scott as happy as he was when dropping off paperwork of his latest closed case.
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10 Years of Wrecking, Week 5 – Overflow
10 Years of Wrecking
Week 5 (Nov. 26 - Dec. 2): Free Week
My friend @cr1ms0nlord shared some lovely art with me and asked if I could write a fic based on the same concept (thanks for the idea buddy!). Well, what better time to release it than on the final day of 10 Years of Wrecking?
The fic is under the cut, but I would also like to thank everyone who participated in this month-long celebration and shared their WIR art, stories, and thoughts with the fandom for the anniversary. I'll continue reblogging any more contributions that I've missed and you're free to keep creating whenever you'd like (believe me, I take a really long time to make fanworks) but a big thank you to all participants and all of my wonderful friends I've made in this fandom. You've made these past 10 years amazing and I'm so glad we've met and bonded over this awesome movie. I hope to have many more good times with you all in the future!
She'd just about finished her ramen, but he hadn’t even noticed.
The cool early-evening breeze in the shady outdoor patio ruffled the awnings of the shops and hotels along the main street in Extreme EZ Livin' 2. Felix had told her when she met up with him that it might be a little chilly, and insisted on lending her one of his shirts for an extra layer over her tank top just in case. The little button-down uniform wasn't exactly a comfortable fit, but the thought alone warmed her up just fine. It was pretty cute that he’d forgotten the height difference, too.
Tamora watched Felix struggling with the noodles, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, clearly unaccustomed to this kind of utensil. The chopsticks were smooth and free of splinters (a testament to the quality of the restaurant) but this didn't exactly help him grip his food. He'd spent the entire meal trying to make sure everything went perfectly. She was accustomed to chaos and disappointment–surely nothing could've SNAFU'd a lunch date that badly–but he seemed hyperfocused on making sure he didn't spill anything, or splash any hot broth, or make any noises.
Watching his consideration in overdrive merged affection and pity, how he cared about doing his best for her so much that he suppressed his little quirks and nervous habits. Not that it could've have been possible for him to even do anything in this situation that would drive her off; even when Felix was completely out of his element he always meant well.
It was something that attracted her to him, that even this early on in their relationship he tried so hard and valued what they had started building so much, but she couldn't help feeling that she was killing him somehow. Sprites passing through Game Central and hiding fearful glances, making a hole at her approach...did he sometimes see her that way too? Was he just better at hiding it?
If she stayed too long, would she erode what made him...him? The sweetness, patience, loyalty–how could he stay in one piece? He was used to such a simple life; how could she be anything other than too much?
Tamora felt her own grip on her wrist tighten. The thought that eventually he'd be disappointed–or worse, hurt–if he got into this any deeper...burned and scratched inside her head. Just looking at him, a tenderness welled inside her chest that compelled her to keep Felix safe, to make sure his happiness wasn't wasted. She couldn't deny her own feelings for him of course, but he'd fallen hard and fast, riding higher than a past-midnight BurgerTime customer. Whatever image he had of her would have to shatter under its own weight eventually, in spite of them both.
And still, what she’d been through tore at the scars whenever they had started to close, the cuts even deeper with the knowledge that it technically wasn't "real", never had been. That barrier was invisible but solid as any boundary at the edge of the map. It amazed her that the warmth he radiated was even able to pass through that wall, or that she'd turned out to be capable of sending any of her own back out towards him.
Maybe she was healing, the wounds opening less often and closing a little more tightly and quickly each time. Whether it was at his expense she couldn't tell.
Chancing a peek over at Felix, she noticed his cheeks had flushed from the heat of the dish. He lifted his head from the bowl, looked around, and made eye contact with her as he became reacquainted with his surroundings.
"Still hot?"
His face went blank for a moment before he answered with a delayed startle.
"Oh yes ma'am...the ramen! The ramen's still pipin' hot! Had to take a break or I would've steamed my face right off!"
The corners of her mouth quirked into an unguarded smile. She could listen to that voice read a technical manual.
In a fit of nervous laughter Felix glanced back down at his chopsticks, still awkwardly adorned with a tangle of ramen–the broth dripping onto the table and his pants. Panicked, he took one bite and inhaled, pulling the noodles in with a loud, unintended slurp that bugged his eyes out in surprise.
Something in her chest twisted itself loose. Before she could think, a gale of laughter blew out from deep inside her. She leaned her forehead into one hand and gripped the table with the other, the crashing double-wave of that goofy visual and sound pummeling her previous train of thought and knocking her off balance.
Felix scrambled for a clump of napkins to dry his face and table before that...beautiful sound pealed in his ears. He'd heard chuckles and snorts from Tamora before, but never this lovely outburst of uninhibited happiness.
He reached out a hand to clasp over hers in affection and felt the tickle of an oncoming laugh himself. Unfortunately, he didn't make it past a sharp breath before being immediately reminded that all the spice had settled into that last mouthful of his meal.
“Tha-haaaaat” he wheezed, “wa-haaas a mistake!”
His violent coughs finally shook her out of her laughing fit as she watched him down the rest of his drink in one shot.
"Felix..." she panted, "I-I'm so sorry, the…! The sound just–I couldn't help it, are you okay?"
"Whew…oh my land… I'm just dandy! Nothing a cold drink couldn't wash down. 'M sorry I made such a mess–"
"Don't be. Haven't laughed like that in ages."
She put a hand across his back, letting it linger on its way, and leaned in to kiss him on the nose. Felix didn't bend, or break, or recoil. He just laid his hand atop hers on his shoulder, and leaned into her with an even redder face and contented sigh.
"I'm glad I got to hear it, Tammy."
It was such a sincere response that she couldn't bring herself to hold eye contact.
"Y'know, next time don't fuss so much. You're gonna need to save that stress for everything else I put you through."
"I'm not jokin', you have a wonderful laugh. I wanna make you do that more often."
"I'm not joking either."
Felix paused. He looked around again and lowered his voice to just above a whisper.
"This isn't about dinner, is it?" He fidgeted with his hammer, running his thumb over the head’s curve. "I know I've been a bit jumpy lately but...I just don't wanna step on any toes. You don't have to tell me anythin' if you don't want to, but I won't be goin' anywhere if you do either. I can handle it, I promise."
Tamora pulled him a little closer.
She'd eaten the stalest crackers and ugliest MREs the service had to offer, but he cooked homemade soup, chili, and pies for her anyway.
She'd show up at her game’s exit covered in blood and grime from work and gotten into some brutal fistfights, but he still politely took off his hat and kissed her hands anyway.
She'd learned to manage the lingering mental scars and nightmares, but he did his best to understand and take care of whatever he could to put her at ease anyway.
Felix may have been a lover rather than a fighter, but if he was tough enough to stay by her side...well, maybe she didn't have anything to be afraid of. All those things Tamora loved about him weren't just painted on. She couldn't wear away something that filled him from the inside out, not any more than he could ever take away the fire that'd forged her relentless spirit in everything she undertook. He'd only ever stoked it.
"I'll take that chance if you will," she finally replied with a smile. "Maybe I can return the favor."
He kissed her knuckles and gazed up into her eyes with that entranced look that always settled across his features in moments like these.
"You already have..."
That settled it. He wasn't about to be one more thing that her past would take away from her.
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Collar
Giyuu x male reader
CW: creampie, collar, ch0king on c0ck, praise k1nk, hair pulling, nipple play, and over stimulation
You stand over Giyuu watching him write his report about his previous mission. Giyuu turns his head and looks up at you "you okay?" "yeah, just seeing what you were doing. . .actually I wanted to ask you something, Giyuu." you then sat down next to him. He stopped writing focusing all his attention on you and what you have to say. " What is it? "He asked in a concerned tone "well I was thinking of adding something to the bedroom" you could feel your cheeks burn up for what you were asking. "What like a painting?" he said with a confused look. "No! Like.. You know accessories. . I was thinking of using a collar during sex" Now you could feel your heart beating so loud in your ears afraid he would think you were weird, you've done it many times before and sometimes he would use rope just to add a little something , but he would always suggest this , not really you . " oh. . . Well um " he said slowly with a tint if blush on his pale cheeks you just couldn't handle the way you thought he was going to say no "N-never mind!" "[Name] wait!" "go back to what you were doing !" As you stood up to leave Giyuu quickly grabbed the end of your haori " you don't have to be so embarrassed, I'm fine with using the collar idea I'll even get you it, just for you " you blushed at that " O-okay I'll be waiting for you tonight " as you gave him a warm smile and went off to Shinobu calling you. Giyuu was never the possessive type but the thought of you having a collar on, on your knees while he slapped his fat cock lightly against your face, grabbing the outter part of the collar to hold you in place while he throat fucks you, or while your sitting on top of his cock bouncing up and down, getting to see that cute collar bounce up and down too, getting to see the cute orgasm face you make. All these thoughts were eating at him
On your way to Giyuus house you ran into Uzui "oh, hey uzui" you said in a cheery tone "hey, [Name] did you ask Giyuu?" " Y-yeah, he said yes to be honest I was a little surprised" knowing that you were on your way to his house for that reason made you flustered. "Hmm, I'm not to surprised my self he looks like that type of guy to be into that" Uzui was the one to suggest the collar idea well because he thought Giyuu would be into that. "I'm actually on my way there" you said with nervous smile"oh, I see well then enjoy your self" he said with a smug smile "Y-yeah" you then speed walk away until you reached the familiar Shoji . You lightly knocked on the thin paper, it then slid open to Giyuu greeting you he was ready to do all the things he imaged maybe a little to eager. He led you to his bedroom and told you to sit on the bed then pulled out a cream white medium box and handed it to you and told you to open it, in his usual monotone voice but you could tell there was a slight hint of excitement. As you opened the box your eyes laid on a light blue collar with a sliver heart in the middle. You felt excited knowing you were going to wear it, he got this especially for you "Want me to put it on for you, my love?" Your face was overheating and your heart was beating so loud and fast "y-yes please". He then came around the bed and slid the light blue collar around your neck and whispered "Tell me to stop if your hurting or are uncomfortable because it's going to be hard not to be rough with you especially with how cute you look but I want you to feel comfortable and safe ". His voice was low rough you could feel your pants get tighter and your cock throb he leaned in and started to kiss your neck while taking off your haori then undoing the buttons on your uniform and undoing your belt and out sprung your hard cock *cute* is what Giyuu thought . "G-giyuu!" he pushed you back lightly and started to suck on your right nipple while playing with your left one "such a pretty boy" he pinch your left nipple a little harder "G-giyuu~ fu-fuck feels g-good~" he then switched to the left nipple sucking on it he looked up at you with loving hungry eyes. The way he looked at you made you even harder "hmm giyuu~" you whined "your so cute you know that" he said sweetly against your chest
Giyuu then pulled away from your chest and looking at your nipples that were now covered in loving bite marks and kisses. He then stood up and started to undo his uniform top and unbuckle his belt and out sprung his eager hard cock. It was slightly veiny, curved, slim yet long You couldn't help but to stare "Let me return the favor" you said as you pushed Giyuu over this is what Giyuu was waiting for. You lightly kissed the tip then started from the shaft and licked all the way to the tip pre cum was leaking out "oh, fuck [Name] just f-fucking take it all in~" Giyuu whined so you did as you were told. You put your lips over his head and went down but midway you started to gag a little "aww come on [Name] you can take all of it, can't you?" then he grabbed a fist full of your hair and shoved the rest of his cock down your throat you gripped the sheets, it felt like so much "oh, fuck-k your throat feels s-so warm and good! A-ah~" you started to bob your head up and down with Giyuus hand still burried in your hair. You could feel hot tears forming in the corner of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. You could feel the head of his cock hit the back of your throat it was hard to breathe when he was stuffing your mouth "y-yeah like that, your-r doing so so good~ Giyuu moaned. You pulled back to get some air and cough a little. Giyuu slapped his cock lightly against your nose, you got the signal so you opened your mouth and once again he shoved his cock down your throat again but this time his grip on your hair tightened and he started to move his hip back and forth. God the sight of you choking on his cock with tears rolling down your face the fact that he was throat fucking you seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head made him want to cum it was to much for him "hmmfh G-Giyufh" "~y-yeah I know oh fu-fuck-k I'm gonna c-cum" Shuting your eyes tight while the grip on the sheets tightened and one last thrust down your throat your could feel the salty, warm, thick seed shoot down your throat and fill your mouth and spill out a little.
Giyuu pulled his cock out of your throat and covered your mouth with his callouse hand "swallow" and you swallowed he kissed your forehead "good boy" he said. You climbed on top of him hands on his chest to steady your self and hovered your already wet hole above his still hard cock. slowly lowering yourself down Giyuu grabbed your hips to help you "your do-oing so good can I s-shove the rest in?" Nodding your head vigorously bracing yourself he thrusted up your walls were so warm, tight and welcoming "AH!~" "are you okay?" He said worried "y-yeah you can move". He slowly thrusted in and out while stroking your cock it was cute to see it bouncing up and down " Ah~ Giyuu fa-faster please" you whined ,your moans where so sweet and he speed up. The sound of loud moans and balls slapping against skin filled the room at this point you took control hands on his pale shoulders bouncing up and down on his cock moaning loudly with no shame, Giyuu was loving the sight. "AH! C-cumming!~" thrusting faster and stoking your pretty cock faster made you brake digging your nails into his shoulders. The grip on your hips tightened leaving red marks "fuck yeah-h take it all" Giyuu thrusted up releasing he thick seed again him your tight warm hole as you came on his chest. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, gripping onto his shoulders, eyes rolling back in pure pleasure and bliss tears rolling down your face. After gathering your thoughts you lifted your self off his cock and thick hot cum was dripping out of you. You then layed on his chest panting but Giyuu wasn't done he slid his cock back in making all of the cum still inside of you gush out "G-giyuu w-wait" Giyuu put his hand on your back lightly to keep you in place "shh it's okay"
He thrusted in and out of you at a steady fast pace grunting and moaning You turn your face into his chest form all the pleasure "t-to much" you cried it felt so good from the feeling of his cock inside of you to the friction of your cock rubbing against his lower abdomen. "Ah-h C-cummingg Giyuu~" he came in you filling you up once again and you came on his chest again. You both layed there panting with cum spilling out of your hole. "I love you very much you are just so cute and handsome and are my everything" Giyuu said "I love you so more I'd give anything for you, my love" you said he kissed your forehead , nose, cheek then your lips maybe the collar idea wasn't so bad.
#tomioka giyuu#demon slayer giyuu#giyuu x y/n#giyuu x reader#giyuu tomioka x reader#x reader#reading#demon slayer#demon slayer smut#giyuu tomioka imagine#giyuu smut
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HIHI I don’t know much about HikaYuna as a ship but I would like to know more about why ppl like them together, pls just ramble at me about them
hello hello o/ you've come to the right place, lol. i'll try to keep this as concise as possible, but there's a lot that goes into it (for me, at least) and i've always got a lot to say about these two. i won't be pointing out every moment between them that fuels it, so there's things i'm leaving out here that you can pick up on just by combing through the main story, events, etc.
disclaimer; i’m not fully caught up with arc 2 quite yet
to get the obvious out of the way; hikaru has a crush on yuna. to my knowledge it isn’t outright stated anywhere, but the implications are there and they are heavy. yuna doesn’t reciprocate to the same degree, but she doesn’t pointedly not reciprocate, either. yuna is open to hikaru's affections and isn't shown to dislike or try to prevent hikaru from acting on them. there are quite a few moments where they are mutually affectionate with each other in a way they aren't with anybody else
adding on to that -- hikaru is wholly dedicated and devoted to yuna. her wish was to find something to become passionate about -- and that 'thing' ends up being yuna, as hikaru realizes in her magical girl story. hikaru's devotion to yuna is something that takes over a major part of her life and affects much of what she does and how she does things. there are moments when hikaru vehemently reinforces and insists that she is dedicated to yuna and yuna alone. in crimson resolve, hikaru refuses to leave yuna's side even for her own safety, declaring that yuna is 'all hers', and so doesn't have a say in whether hikaru leaves or not. there is so much that can be said about hikaru's loyalty to yuna -- i could probably make a whole post talking about it by itself. bottom line, it's all-encompassing, and a big part of hikaru's character
hikaru's devotion and feelings for yuna are shown in her doppel quote -- her cry of 'don't take her away from me…!'; hikaru's despair is the thought of yuna being taken away from her
hikaru and yuna know each other better than the other promised blood members, and have known each other the longest -- since before the bloody tragedy and any of the events in futatsugi took place. as mentioned, there are multiple moments where it is shown and mentioned that they are uniquely affectionate with each other in ways they are not with any of the other characters (handkerchief scene, yuna fixing hikaru's uniform button, etc.). which leads me to --
-- in the beginning chapters of arc 2, hikaru can calm down an enraged yuna and bring her back to her senses. when yuna's burning thirst for vengeance clouds her mind and her logic, and she resorts to pure emotion and instinct, hikaru can pull her from the depths of her rage and pacify her. and quite easily, too. (see; arc 2 chapter 1, 'you're getting too heated, yuna.' / 'hikaru…')
lastly, and i intentionally saved this for the end (it's what got me into shipping them); their promise to die together, no matter what happens. in crimson resolve, when yuna is sending away all the members of torayamachi to join ryuugasaki for their own safety, hikaru stays. hikaru stays, claims that yuna is 'all hers' and so she has no say in if hikaru leaves. yuna says it's cruel, to herself, to her family, to everybody. to which hikaru responds by saying that if she dies, she will be waiting for yuna in hell. and that if yuna dies, she will follow her. with a content smile, yuna asks if they shall walk down the path to the land of the dead together
in the bad end version of this scene, hikaru even says that if she joins ryuugasaki, she'll lose the most important thing in her life. no -- she will lose her life itself. ('that's why…yuna…you're my life.') yuna says it's touching, but cruel, and that people will be devastated if hikaru dies. hikaru says she'll be doomed to turn into a witch if yuna dies, anyway, and they make that same promise to die together
there are countless other, smaller scenes and exchanges between them or them and other characters that reinforce these ideas or otherwise fuel the ship --
hikaru embracing yuna to soothe her and prevent her from killing juri at the end of crimson resolve. yuna's speech toward the beginning of crimson resolve describing hikaru so gallantly, so confident in hikaru's abilities. hikaru insisting that she 'isn't interested in anybody but yuna.' hikaru whining about how if she 'doesn't experience yuna's affection soon' when forced to be separated from her for one of promised blood's plans. hikaru gets jealous over dogs for getting more praise from yuna, and then tries to prove to yuna that she's better than those dogs. there's even the end of hikaru's magical girl story, where yuna teases hikaru with the idea of a rumor about them circulating if people find out hikaru has yuna's handkerchief (and gives it to her anyway).
but, these are essentially the main 'concepts' behind hikayuna and why i like them as a pairing (and why they've quickly become my favorite pairing in the series). there is so, so much more that can be said -- i really could talk forever about these two, lmao. thank you for the ask and for indulging me, have a wonderful day <3 (and if you've read this entire thing, thank you for your time \o/)
#aha. this took me an hour to write#thank you so much for letting me talk about these two#i did not take the hikayunas url for no reason#i love talking about my ideas etc but am too shy to post something without being prompted#so really thank you for sending this#magia record#kureha yuna#kirari hikaru#hikayuna#asks
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My heart is crying over pasta bake & so I'm writing to the Munsons because I wanna be silly for 5 minutes🥺
It's written TO Eddie & Uncle Wayne, speaking as if I am in their universe. Because why not?🥺
TW NEGATIVITY NEGATIVITY NEGATIVITY AND I GUSH!!!!
Hey, Eddie.
So, uh... it's been a while since we got to spend time together, hasn't it? I can't even remember the sound of your voice, baby. That's my own fault, though. I always tell myself 'you can see Eddie when you're done studying/after work/once you've got X done' but when I've done these things, I have to do something else and then before I know it, I'm holding your guitar pick in the palm of my hand in the work break room when I'm getting in or out of my uniform and fighting off tears because I miss you so damn much it hurts.
I just don't know what to do, angel. Everything is so much all the time and it's getting increasingly so as the weeks go by and I feel like I'm drowning. Dad told me the other day that I do a really good impression of a duck; I look calm and serene on the surface but underneath, my feet are going like crazy to keep me afloat. And he's right and I hate it. I just... I don't know, Eddie. Everything is just... it's a lot and I keep trying to grapple things so that I can catch up with studying but it's getting to the point where if it gets any worse, there won't be catching up because it'll be next to impossible and the odds are already stacked against me. I have until the end of this week to complete an assignment, which I was graciously given an extension for (have you forgiven me for the 32 hour stint yet?🙏), and do three weeks' of uni work, otherwise it'll become four weeks of uni work and two assignments... yeah, I know... I'm disappointed in me too.
I thought I was doing well, and I was.... and then all of a sudden I wasn't and everything spiralled out of control faster than I could tighten my grip and I'm fighting to make it right. My job is so demanding that it asks for everything except a virgin sacrifice, but technically I give them that every time I show up for a shift, and I'm always so tired when I come home that I just don't wanna study so then I don't and then before I know it I'm a week behind but then work doesn't stop being intense because of the industry I work in and then university builds in intensity literally every week and then I stopped eating as much, I stopped sleeping as much and then before you know it, I'm here. Running on fumes, caffeine, spite, running on empty, burning the candle at both ends, telling people she's okay but watching the same film literally twenty-seven times in one week because it's comforting, staying away from you because if I look at you, my beloved, I'll cry, and I simply don't have the time to put myself back together when I've already fallen apart. It's hard enough trying to catch your own fall.
I know what's happening to me, I've been here before, years ago, when I got home from what happened to me (a story I've never told you but maybe one day I will, if you want to hear it), and I know how it ends. And it's happening again but I don't know if I have the strength to pull myself out of it a second time. So forgive me if my hold on you is loose but tight at the same time. I'm almost afraid to look at you, because looking at your chocolate button eyes will make me cry and yet, they're such a big comfort to me. Right now, I'm in a place where I can save things, I can fix it. But if this carries on, it'll be too far gone a situation and then where will I be??? Three years of uni work, down the pan, and for what? A several month long.... whatever the fuck this is? I don't know, Eddie. Maybe you do.
But anyway, I'm sliding this note under your door because I think you're at Hellfire Club right now and I don't want to linger around and disturb anyone. I've left Uncle Wayne a note too, would you please make sure he receives it? I love you both so much, and I'm sorry I've been away so long. Make sure I come back soon, okay? If it's left up to me, we'll never see each other again because I'm not enough for the lifestyle I worked so hard for and that means I'm not enough for you, either. And I want to be enough for you, so so badly. I'm not enough in the ways I should be and I'm too much in the ways I shouldn't be.
But it's... I don't know, Eddie. I'll figure it out. I can't cut back on my work hours because I need the money because everything is so damn expensive, I'm saving up to move out of my parents' house and paying my own bills and helping my parents with theirs when they need it. And also quitting uni, a daily thought I have, isn't an option because otherwise that's the last three years of my life wasted and I already feel like everything I've ever done at any point ever has been a waste too, so I HAVE to get this right.
I just want you here, Eddie. I miss you so much, you beautiful man. My sweet angel baby. I'm only trying to stand my ground because you did, too. You were absolutely fucking terrified but you went down with a fight and I need to be like that too, I want to be like that. I know I can be better than this, I usually am, and I don't understand why I'm struggling so much. It's pissing me off and I just want to crumple myself up, throw me away and get a new Eri because this one is fucking everything up and I hate her. The only things I like about Eri are her hair, her eyes, her creativity, her taste in music, and her friends. Everything else needs to be replaced.
People have told me this isn't my fault, but it IS. How can it not be, when it's my job, my degree, my choices whether to eat or sleep or not, me choosing whether or not to get stressed, me choosing to not study or to sit staring into space picking at my skin because everything is just so much that it scares me into not doing anything??? It's all on me, it's my fault, my responsibility, you know? I'm just not enough, Eddie, I'm not. And I need to be. I'm not even enough for you and that hurts so much because you're the best of the best. There's no one better than you.
I gotta go some chores, honey. I love you, so so so so much. I want to hold onto you and never let you go, not for a second. Will you please stay? I'm sorry I haven't given you a reason to, but please?🥺
All my love,
Erika.💗
P.S. I'm still wearing your necklace! I feel very much your girl today🥺🫂
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Dearest Uncle Wayne,
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I'm sorry. God, I just wanna crawl into your lap and burrow myself into your flannel and cry. But I'd never ask to do that. Truth be told, I'm almost afraid to look at you because I'm worried you're angry and/or disappointed in me. I mean, I am so why wouldn't you be? You're amongst the very best of us, you and your boy.
And I... I feel like I'm amongst the worst, at least when it comes to all the Eris I've ever been. I've been here before, Uncle Wayne, and I barely survived it and I'm so scared it's happening again now, even though everything was going great. I had such a good handle on things but then uni increased the workload and then work suddenly got really intense and I couldn't breathe aaaaand it's a few months later and I still can't breathe and I'm scared to go under, Uncle Wayne. The dark scares me, you know it does, and I'm worried it'll be dark if things carry on. I won't do this, to clarify before you panic and grab the phone to call me, but I'm almost tempted to let everything go to shit just to see what would happen!!! But I'm holding onto your flannel, fighting like hell to make sure it doesn't happen even when I want it to. Because I don't actually want it, you know? It's just a thought and I feel like this particular negative thought is more reflective of my fears; not something I actually want.
But. I say this with affection, but I am a stubborn, black-hearted bitch who will eventually wake up, sick of her own shit, and smash through all the uni work I need to do, finish the assignment I'm afraid of and stop staring into space for hours on end, all because I'm overwhelmed with how much there is to do. I need to be more than this and I don't understand why I'm not, I don't understand why this is so hard. I mean, I know it is hard, working almost full-time and studying at the same time, but christ alive, Uncle Wayne, I'm crumbling under the pressure and I don't have a big enough broom to sweep me up and pat me into a neat little pile so you can pour coffee on it until it becomes me again.🥺
I'm really really lost, Uncle Wayne, and I need you to sit me down and lecture me until I cry (you won't have to try hard, just glare at me, raise your voice a little, and job's a good'un!🙃), and then hug me 'til I'm giggling. I think I could face all this properly if I had you here. I have a week to correct this whole academic mess but I'm not sure I can, not without continuing to sacrifice sleep, meals, and my time with you and Eddie. I don't remember your voice, I don't remember what arm you always outstretch first to hug me, I don't remember anything except your ghosts and I miss you both so much.
I'm sorry I'm not your Eri right now, Uncle Wayne. She's gone and I don't know where she is and I'm really scared.💔I need her and I need you and I need Eddie and I need... I don't know what I need but maybe you do. I can see you scratching your head right now.
But anyway. I love you lot and lots and I miss you and I wanna come over but I'm scared to in case you yell at me or tell me you don't love me anymore or this is all my fault or whatever else; it'd be deserved because it's all true. It is my fault! I let this happen and I need to fix it.
With all my love,
Eri.
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Dress Code
There were few things Briar had looked forward to so enthusiastically as her first day at Atlas Academy. A fresh chorus, a new chapter, a chance to make friends, the start of the rest of her life; a step towards building the instrument of her dreams and a new home. She is hungry for change, begging to be part of something better.
And already she bangs her head into barriers.
Brows furrow as she stares at the uniform awaiting her, laid out on her bed. The tunics and tights look adorable on the other three girls in the room, and gray-silver is certainly Briar's color, but... there's no way in Remnant that hemline will hang right on her. She tries, tries harder than the rest of the world, just like how she's always felt. Nothing easy. Nothing kind. Nothing suited to her. She huffs and puffs and pulls, but still ends up staring in the mirror, turned to the side, mooning her own reflection anytime she moves her tail the tiniest bit, popping pleats up well above her panties. Entirely inappropriate to wear to class.
Another huff persists through the most petulant of pouts. "Tell me you don't admit many faunus without telling me..." she mutters, mad at the world's ignorance for the nth time this month, on what should be a joyous occasion.
Anemone looks over at her new partner with equal parts sympathy and annoyance, "I'm sure facilities operations will have some more if you want a larger size. I'll show you where the office is."
She points it out on the campus map, but doesn't bother walking Briar there.
So a weary wolf wanders the halls, overwhelmed and alone as ever. When she arrives, what she asks for are not garments so big as to be swimming in them, unable to fight. No, she pouts with her best pretty puppy eyes until the supply person breaks down and barters her a swap out for a boy's uniform of the same size.
Because she can put on pants, backward, like so many things in her life would come to be. She can tuck her tail beneath belt and button, through an open fly, with the rest of her bottom covered, at least, and let the long-line vest settle overtop. It's not comfortable, but it's within code.
Never before has she fought so hard to conform and cover up, tattoos and all.
And still the following morning she stands there, subjected to her classmate's stares, somehow standing out, one way or another. One swish of her tail demonstrates enough of the dilemma to shut any of the professors up, but only beckon brave and baser students to tug on it.
She refuses to snarl, to bite and bark and break, or to let any more bullies have their way in the world. Briar will not let them trick her into burning bridges she so desperately would rather reinforce.
It's alright. She who carries a secure heart doesn't need to prove anything to those with such a small sense of self that they must belittle others to feel Big and Bad.
Her turn to tangle with them will come as they enter the sparring ring.
If she-wolf just so happens to spike her semblance until someone panics and pisses themselves... well, isn't that just the poetic justice of karma showing them what it's like to need a change of clothes...?
#( i don't need no dog tag / my name is on my back || ic )#( i bear my soul and i'm not afraid || drabbles )#( i'm your rock n roll joan of arc / the queen of broken hearts || headcanon )#been meaning to write this one forever#intentional reverse parallel to qrow's skirt story
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My tutor is a knob.
For the sake of privacy and convenience, I will be referring to him as Mr Knobhead.
Here's the deal.
A while back, Mr Knobhead decided it would be fun to make our tutor group watch a video. Specifically, this video.
youtube
Watch it if you want, but if you don't want to I'll just sum it up quickly: it's a sort of comedy skit from the 80s or 90s about a boy called Kevin who is, of course, played by an adult man. It's Kevin's thirteenth birthday. As soon as he turns thirteen he basically becomes a caveman. He embodies every stereotype that has ever been pinned on teenagers: he's bad-tempered, he's rude to his parents, he won't do as he's told, you get the idea.
I have no idea why Mr Knobhead decided to show us this video. When we saw it we were like "sir what the fuck" and he tried to justify himself by saying "well you know some teenagers really do act like this, especially the ones I interact with". I wonder why.
The reason I'm so upset about this is because I didn't really think about it properly at the time. I was offended, sure, but I didn't realise quite how offended this silly little video would make me until I got older and witnessed more examples of Mr Knobhead having absolutely no respect for his students.
A couple of years ago he would regularly start debates during tutor, usually about the school uniform, which practically every student hates with a burning passion. The rules are quite strict. You have to tuck your shirt in, you have to wear your tie at all times, you have to wear black socks, your skirt can't be more than five centimetres above your knees, your trousers can't even vaguely resemble jeans, your shoes are basically limited to piss-catchers
or these.
If you wear jewellery it can only be one necklace, one bracelet, one ring and/or one pair of earrings; you can't have facial piercings, and your necklace has to be hidden under your shirt, which seems to defeat the point of necklaces but hey ho. If you wear a jumper you can't tuck it into your skirt or trousers, and you have to wear the blazer on top of it.
Basically, it's all very old-fashioned and controlling and pointless.
And these debates are pointless, because Mr Knobhead will dismiss anything the students say, even though he's the one who starts the arguments in the first place. Any time someone makes a valid point he'll either say: "well you're very young so you have a very strong sense of justice and it's expected of you to make bold statements like that" or: "I'm not in charge of this so I can't make any changes".
If I haven't made it clear already, this man is an absolute wanker.
There have been a couple of times in which I felt irritated enough to make a point. The first time, I criticised Mr Knobhead's claim that wearing an office job-type uniform "prepares us for the workplace", which is ridiculous because there are lots of jobs that require different uniforms, and if a student plans to be a doctor, or a builder, it wouldn't be very appropriate for them to come in wearing scrubs, or high-vis and a hard hat. And also, the sixth formers at my school don't wear a uniform. They're allowed to wear whatever they like, even though they are closer to entering the workplace than a great deal of the younger students.
I pointed this out to Mr Knobhead, and he didn't really have much of an argument for it. He kind of just said, "well yeah they don't have to wear a uniform because some people aren't going to need to wear a uniform for their job". Which literally contradicts his other argument.
The second time was about a year later (and we were still having the same old boring conversation). I mentioned to Mr Knobhead that I have sensory issues, and I have had to ask the school for permission to take my tie off, because it's a clip-on tie and in order to wear it I have to do up the top button of my shirt, which makes it really tight around my neck. This once caused me to have a meltdown, which is what prompted my parents to contact the school and ask them to make an exception for me. I said this to Mr Knobhead and his response was: "would you wear a tie if you had to do it for a job?"
No? I wouldn't? Not if I could help it?? The fact that I can't wear my tie for most of the time I'm in school should have answered his question. If there are jobs that make people wear ties I'm going to avoid them like the plague.
I would rather break the rules and get in trouble for it than have an easily-avoided meltdown. Because meltdowns are scary and painful and exhausting, and could potentially cause me to injure myself or someone else, whereas breaking one rule is only going to get me a telling-off from a teacher. Which is obviously not pleasant, but it's better than a fucking meltdown.
And I'm not the only one breaking the rules. Probably more than half the school does it. Because we're beyond the point of caring.
What's really ironic is that the adults who essentially just take the piss out of young people are not stopping us from acting like their "stereotypical teenagers". They're practically encouraging it. If you refuse to show us basic respect, we are going to get angry. We are going to retaliate. You can't expect us to be goody two-shoes golden children when you make out we're all dickheads that don't deserve to be taken seriously or have our needs met.
If you treat us like criminals, we might as well act accordingly.
#rant#angry rant#uk secondary school let's goooo#idk why i decided to talk about this#i just randomly remembered that goddamn video and then this post happened#it's almost one in the morning#psa for adults: you can't treat kids like shit and then whine when we call you out on it#it feels weirdly thrilling to be more grown-up than a literal adult#like my tutor is a middle-aged man#and he has no idea how to talk to people sensibly#he just dodges every question he gets#sometimes i wonder why he's a teacher
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The French Resistance, Chapter 2
Wednesday, March 8th, Paris, France
I lay awake in my apartment, alone and unable to sleep. My shoulder still ached horrendously from being shot yesterday, and I would have to scrub the blood out of the cotton sheets, but even the pain couldn't pull me out of the trenches, just thinking of all the death and pain of the first war, the way the poison gas had flooded our own trenches, filling our lungs and burning, oh how it burned. Such a simple accident left us unable to do much of anything for such a long time, even now I could feel it burning my lungs, filling them with that vile toxin. The way my eyes had felt like they were melting, even then I was one of the lucky ones, not permanently disfigured by the gas. I took a shaky breath, trying to get rid of the phantom pains that shook my body. I gasped sharply in pain, gripping my chest tightly. God, it hurt, it hurt so much. I started coughing, feeling as if the poison gas was invading my lungs once again, tears forming in my eyes. I continued coughing, blood splattering my lips. Pain pain pain, that's all I could think of, the stabbing, broken pain in my chest. I could hear the doorbell ringing repeatedly, but I couldn't get up, I was stuck there. Soon enough I heard the door slam open downstairs, the young man from yesterday yelling out for me. Soon enough his footsteps made it upstairs to my room, opening the door quickly.
"Sir! What are you doing in bed-?" He screamed when he saw the blood, God it was so horrifically loud, tears just fell down my face, blood streaked down from my lips, coughs still ripping themselves out of my lungs and throat. "Sir?! Sir, what's going on!" He yelled, pulling me into a sitting position, concern clear on his face. I grabbed his shoulder tightly, coughing again before finally getting in a sharp, pained breath in, shuddering. "Sir are you okay now?" he asked nervously, wiping the blood from my lips.
"Yes, yes, I'm okay. Thank you. I'm okay." I panted out, slowly getting out of bed, stretching carefully. "I need to get dressed, thank you for your help." I walked over to my dresser, holding onto it tightly as I grabbed a clean shirt and some bandages.
"Sir, what happened to your shoulder?"
"It doesn't matter kid, don't worry about it." I took off the old bandages, wincing at the feeling of them being peeled off; doing my best to clean off the blood with a towel.
"Sir, that looks like a bullet wound! What happened?!" He demanded, and I only sighed, shaking my head and rebandaging my shoulder and throwing on my uniform top.
"May I ask you to feed my dog Clarisse, she's normally been fed by now." I hummed, buttoning up my shirt with shaking hands. "I feel awful about not being down there to give her the usual affection." I said calmly, the young man grabbing my non injured shoulder.
"Sir, I can tell them that you are feeling unwell. You are clearly in no position to work!" He cried out, pulling me over to my bed. "It would be extremely irresponsible of me to let you go in this condition."
"Kid, I'm fine. "
"No, you are going to rest. I'll call the office." he said, clearly having made up his mind and heading downstairs to the phone. I sighed miserably and followed him downstairs, giving Clarisse a pat on the head as I walked over, smiling softly. I listened to the kid talk over the phone, sitting down on the couch and let Clarisse jump up in my lap, petting her smooth chocolate brown fur. "You've been given permission to take the day off, sir."
"Thank you, I suppose."
"They told me to stay here with you, to make sure your condition doesn't worsen." He said calmly, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch, looking rather uncomfortable. "If you won't tell me about your shoulder, then can you please tell me about why you were coughing up blood?"
"You really want to know kid? It's not a fun story." He gave a nod, staring at his lap. "Alright then," I sighed, taking a deep breath and starting the story.
It was 1916, about 18 years ago. I was in the trenches with the rest of my battalion, it was a particularly fridged March that year, and living quarters were tight and packed. If we needed a smoke or to stretch out, we had to leave the dugout little room and sit in the muddy, cold trenches. A few of us had gone out for a smoke and to chat a little, and by fault of his own stupidity, young Niklas decided to try and play around with the mortar shells full of gas. Through dumb luck he had managed to break open one of the shells, releasing that horrific thing into the trenches. I believe he died from the incident, as did three other men, me and about six others had been severely injured from the incident, and my lungs were burnt. It had hurt so much, and it took weeks for us to heal from the incident. We got a long lecture from our commander, oh he was livid, yelling like he'd never yelled before, real loud man, hollering about how we had wasted materials and lives, he yelled at us cause Niklas wasn't alive to be yelled at. I think little old Niklas had been drinking, but he was never all that bright. It took months before the Sergeant was off our asses.
I sighed, taking a deep breath as I finished, shutting my eyes and leaning back. "That's the whole story kid, not a glamorous one." I saw the way his eyes flicked from me to him back to me. "Not what you were expecting, kid?"
"I'm not sure what I was expecting sir."
"Then don't be so surprised, you wanted the story and there you have it kid. Say, what's your name?"
"Wilhelm Mayenburg, sir." I clicked my tongue, thinking.
"Son of Hans Mayenburg?" he nodded "Ah Hans, good man." I tapped my leg a bit. "I liked him, fun to be around. How is he and his wife?"
"They're doing well, Mama has been sick recently though... Papa's been just fine though, I've been working to help pay for Mama's treatments." I nodded, patting his back and getting up.
"Stay here for a second Wilhelm, I need to get something." I said calmly, walking upstairs calmly, coughing a bit. I grabbed my wallet, checking how much money I had before pulling out roughly 170 Reichsmarks and a few coins. I double checked how much it was before heading back downstairs, a smile on my face as I walked up to Wilhelm. "Here kid, I hope this helps a bit. Tell Hans I said hi when you get home."
"Sir- you didn't need to give me this much-!" he nervously looked at the Reichsmarks, a shaky smile forming on his face. "But- thank you, you're too kind Sir..."
"You're welcome, don't worry about anything. If you, your dad or your mom need anything just call me." He gave a small nod, shaking as he put the Reichsmarks in his pockets, running over to the phone and dialing what I assumed was his father. I didn't bother listening in, however, walking to the kitchen to feed Clarisse and grab some breakfast, whistling a bit. I gave Clarisse a scoop of dog food, patting her head, smiling.
"Sorry about feeding you later than normal, it's been one hell of a morning you know?" I chuckled, shaking my head a bit and grabbing myself a bowl of cereal and sitting down at the table. I messed with my hair tiredly, twirling it around my finger, letting the curls become more visible, much like how they had been when I was a young boy. I sighed, playing with the golden curls that gained more volume as I messed with it more. I heard the footsteps of Wilhelm.
"Sir, I don't know how to thank you for your help. You are far too kind."
"You don't need to be polite with me Wilhelm, just call me Ian. You aren't young enough to need to call me Sir." He gave a stiff nod, a smile still on his face. It warmed my heart a bit, he was a good kid. "Come, sit down, I'll get you some breakfast kid." He sat down, leaning back in the cushioned chair.
"Thank you, uhm, Ian." He stuttered, I made him a quick breakfast of pancakes, setting it in-front of him. "It smells wonderful- thank you so much!" I just smiled, patting his back. What I would give to be able to have a kid like him; he was so kind and polite; I would kill for this kid.
"I'm adopting you now kid, you're now Wilhelm Goldblatt" I laughed, joking a bit with him. He laughed along, smiling brightly "Yep, my son, all mine now." He was naturally friendly, it was odd now, to imagine the kid as serious as he was yesterday.
"Alright dad-!" He laughed, grinning as he ate his pancakes, Clarisse coming over to demand some affection. "Her name is Clarisse, right?"
"Mhm, Clarisse Marie-Clause Pasquier." I hummed, "I gave her a long name, just to annoy my friends, because they hate the French a lot, that's why she's got such a French name." I grinned, patting her head. "I just call her Clarisse though." He nodded, petting her as well.
"She's really cute... Papa's allergic to dogs so I've never had one before." I let out a content sigh.
"I'm possibly allergic to her fur, but I don't care an awful lot, she was a stray and wasn't going to leave her outside!" He nodded "Clarisse is a real good girl though, wonderful little dog, so much energy!" I smiled slightly "Speaking of which, she deserves a nice walk, since I have the day off." I walked over to the back door, grabbing the coffee brown leash, patting my leg and Clarisse trotted over, her tail wagging.
"Are you sure you're up for walking-?"
"Not really, but Clarisse needs to go out for a nice long walk." He got up, taking the leash from me.
"I'll take her for a walk, you need rest." he said sternly, carefully connecting the leash to Clarisse's collar. "Don't worry, I'll keep her safe."
"If you're sure kid."
"I am." I sighed and walked to the living room, opening the front door for him "See you in a half hour sir!" He grinned, heading out with Clarisse. I shut the door gently behind him, my shoulders slumping forward as I let out a deep breath. Moineau would kill me, we were supposed to meet up today. I walked over to my phone, dialing Magnus' number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Magnus, tell Moineau that I can't come today, got a kid that's watching over me, he's out walking Clarisse right now which is why I called. Had a real rough morning and he forced me to stay home for the day."
"Alright, I'll tell her when she gets here, thanks Ian, take care."
"Take care Magnus.I sighed and put the phone back, checking my watch. It was only 8:30, wonderful. I grit my teeth as I tried to find something I could do, coughing a bit as I looked around. I settled on grabbing a book from my shelf, sitting down on the couch and stretching out, opening the book, Riders of the Purple Sage, a western I had gotten from an American friend back when it had first come out. It had been about 3 decades since then. I have never gotten the appeal of westerns, but I had heard that this one was good and wanted to read it for myself. My friend had not lied, it was pretty good for an American western. I had asked for the sequel, but I never got it, and now I most likely never will. I took a shuddering breath, that man who had given me this book was most likely going to be part of the invasion, he was a patriot through and through. He loved the idea of being a hero, and this would be his chance. I could only pray the fool would live long enough to say hello to me. I sighed miserably, paging through the book, I had read it a hundred times. I wouldn't lie, I still enjoyed it, but I longed for the next book. I let my head fall back as I lazily reread the book, mumbling along with the text that I was reading. It was a while before the door opened, Clarisse trotting inside and flopping down on the carpet, panting a bit and Wilhelm came in a few seconds later, bending over with his hands on his knees.
"Tired? She's energetic." I hummed, chuckling a bit and shutting my book. He looked up and nodded, wiping his brow.
"I noticed; she likes to run..." He panted out, falling to his knees. "Very fast."
"Mhm, she loves to run." I couldn't help but laugh a bit at his reaction. "Close the door, please." He nodded, getting up and shutting the door gently and walking over to me and sitting down. "Enjoy your walk either way?"
"It was more of a run, but yeah, it was nice. Though I can't imagine you doing that."
"I'm not that old kid." He yelped, looking at me with wide eyes, I just smirked a bit "You'll be forty soon enough kiddo."
"I-I didn't mean it like that! I wasn't calling you old I swear!" I started laughing before coughing.
"I know, I know, don't worry about it." I shook my head, patting his back. "I'm joking with you, no need to freak out."
"Yes sir... Still, I'm sorry if that sounded rude." He murmured, fidgeting with his hands. His silvery blue eyes were trained on the ground, embarrassment clear on his face. "That was quite uncalled for."
"Kid, take a breath, you're alright. No need to worry so much. I can take more than just being called old."
"Okay." He said shyly, leaning into the couch. I looked over to Clarisse who was lying on the carpet without a care in the world. "So... Ian, about what you were talking about yesterday, when I took you to work... What was that all about?'
"What was confusing about it? I can explain what was confusing if you tell me." He nodded, taking a deep breath and looking at me.
"Why, does it seem as if you support the French, and... the Jews as well?"
"Do you want an answer to that, Wilhelm?"
"... Yes, please..." He said slowly after thinking about it for a while. I let out a huff, looking down at him.
"Your friends are all Germans, pure Germans, correct?" He nodded "Growing up I had a good friend, now granted this was almost 30 years ago, I had a very good friend. His name was Oli, Oli Habich. He was quiet and unfriendly, but I liked him, he was interesting and different. It took a few years, for him to warm up to me," I took a deep breath, "but he did, he taught me Hebrew, as that's what his family spoke, and he wasn't great at German at that time. His family had lived in Germany for nearly two centuries, mainly in Hamburg, but they occasionally moved for work purposes."
"Why are you telling me this-"
"Shush and let me finish, Wilhelm." I snapped, frustrated that he would ask me a question and not expect an answer. "He fought in the war with me, a true patriot of the empire. He was a very experienced shooter, as his father taught him how to hunt from a young age. He had fought in the war longer than I, having been three years older, a kind man and deadly soldier... At the end of the war, he gave me his necklace, which was one with a Star-of-David pendant. Now, I don't have the necklace any longer, I had it turned into the ring I wear now, as I was never one for necklaces. He approved it, of course... And then Hitler came to power, the all-powerful Fuhrer decided that Jews were not good for Germany, that my dear, dear friend was not fit for Germany." I sighed, taking off my silver ring "And now my ring is all that is left of him and his family, the only reminder of his strength and how he fought for Germany." I turned the ring in the light from the window, searching for the small star I had engraved within the band as a memorial to him. I sighed and pointed to the star so Wilhelm could see it. "That star is all that is left of my friend and his beliefs. Would you not fight for your friends?"
I watched as Wilhelm sat there, as if his mind was spinning with the information. I leaned back, putting my ring back on, waiting for him to run to the phone to call the SS to get me locked up for my treachery, but instead he sat there, pondering, I assume. I felt sadness wash over my body at the thought of how my dear friend was gone. My heart was broken by the loss, and it never seemed to heal.
"I think I understand... I think, that must... hurt, to lose a friend like that." Wilhelm whispered, a sad look in his eyes. "I would be upset too, especially at the government that caused the loss.'
"I'm glad you understand." I said calmly, my head back against the couch. I coughed quietly, covering my mouth and wiping the blood before Wilhelm could see. "Is that all kid?"
"I think so..." He got up, that same look still on his face. "But why do you work for the Reich, if you hate them so much?"
"Because I need a job, rebellion doesn't pay in money. Never has, never will. Doing the right option doesn't let you live."
"Can I join?" I choked a bit on my own spit, startled that he would ask such a question.
"I... Would not recommend it, for your parents' sake. You need the money to care for them, and Moineau is not too friendly to new people. Not a bad woman, just, antisocial towards Germans, and I can't blame her, France is her home, and it has been destroyed."
"I understand, but can I at least help you then Ian? I want to help. I don't want to be useless."
"Just keep your wits about you and don't be a fool, that's what you can do for me Wilhelm, that's all." He frowned, blinking a bit. "I will not ask you, cannot ask you, to put yourself in danger because of me, I wish for you to wait until you have your own experiences, kid. Do not blindly endanger yourself for me, understood?"
"Yes sir." He went to give me a salute before pausing, unsure of what to do.
"If you wish you may salute me, Wilhelm, I will not stop you." He finished the salute and headed out, gently shutting the door. I couldn't say where he went, but he had this air of determination about him, his head held high. I sighed softly and slid against the couch, exhaustion wracking my body. I coughed loudly, pain gripping my chest and lungs. I wheezed in pain, blood splattering against the brown fabric. It burned, everything just burned. I couldn't stop coughing once again, my vision going white. I was only able to see once I felt a pressure on my chest, Clarisse laying there staring at me with worry. I tried to wheeze out something to ease her worry but unfortunately my voice was stuck in my throat with all the blood. My hands made their way to her fur, weakly stroking her. "D-don't... Don't worry g-girl..." I had managed to force out, coughing once again. God, it hurt. I tried to think back to the days I spent with my father, when I had punctured my lung, it felt much the same: what would dad have done? I tried to ask myself, digging through my memories. I reached for the pillow I kept on the couch, trying to get more comfortable, maybe make the sharp pains more bearable. I struggled to shove it under my head, my body weak. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared, how could I not be? It felt like I was hacking up a lung and it burnt. I tried to turn to my side, trying to nudge Clarisse off me. "Clarisse- please- get up-..." I didn't want to hurt her, but I needed to move off my back. She let out a whine and reluctantly hopped off, as soon as she was off my chest I rolled onto my side, gasping.
When I finally got some oxygen in my lungs, my head was spinning, and I was still coughing. I desperately clung to the small pillow, praying that the pain would disappear, accidentally kicking my book off the couch as I was moving. I winced at the small thud it made; the paperback book was not in the best condition already. I could not bear to think of it getting more destroyed. I would not be able to get another copy. I sighed miserably and let the blood drip from my lips until it stopped. My body ached, but I forced myself to sit up, gripping the pillow with my strength. My head hurt so badly, my vision spinning, but I had to clean this mess up. I stumbled to my feet, trying not to fall with each step. I hung my head low as I tried to focus on the ground so I wouldn't step on anything and fall. My feet were dragging, and I was struggling with every move, I felt awful, but I had to clean up the couch for Clarisse, she shouldn't have to lay on dried blood. I shakily made my way to the kitchen, grabbing a rag and wetting it with warm water, stumbling back over to the couch I started scrubbing the blood out of the fabric. I sat there for 5 long minutes trying to get the blood out, exhaustion washing over me as I slumped forward, panting. I wanted to sleep already but I knew I couldn't, I still had bills to pay, a dog to care for, I had someone I needed to call, I had so much I still needed to do... but a small nap won't hurt, will it? Just a quick nap and right to work. Yes, that sounds like a plan. I thought tiredly, letting myself simply collapse onto the floor, my eyes fluttering shut. A while later I woke up to the phone ringing, groggily getting up with renewed strength and walking over to it.
"Hello? Ian Goldblatt here."
"Ian! God, you had me worried, I've been calling you for an hour!" The familiar voice yelled, concern clear in his words. "What happened?"
"Nothing happened Sebastian, I simply fell back asleep, that's all." I mumbled, looking down at my watch to see it half past nine. "I couldn't go to work today because my lungs were acting up."
"Your lungs still bother you, huh. I feel bad for you, mine haven't acted up since the war." I heard him huff, sounding vaguely confused.
"How come your lungs are so bad?"
"Well smoking and poison gas doesn't go well together, addiction ain't fun."
"Yeah, I get it, you've always been real bad about smoking, surprised you can breathe at all somedays."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. It is what it is, doesn't really matter at this point." I hummed, leaning against the wall. "Had a real bad fit earlier though, couch is still a bit bloody from the whole ordeal if you can imagine. Hurt real bad, couldn't breathe for a good couple of minutes but I'm fine now."
"You sure you're fine Ian? You still sound out of breath."
"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry. I'm more worried about my couch, I don't have money to get a new one for ol' Clarisse. She isn't a young dog anymore."
"I can come over to see if I can help clean up, and lay off the cigarettes, okay? I don't want to lose you because of some stupid smokes."
"I'll try, and feel free to come over, I'm sure Clarisse will be happy to see you again." He let out a hum and hung up and I sighed, putting the phone back in its place and walking outside. Sebastain worried a lot for me, more than I think a friend should. Always worried about my health, he acted like he was my wife or something like that. I pulled out my box of cigarettes and lit one, smoking while I waited for him. He wasn't allowed to yell at me for this, this was the first one I had all day. Granted I had only been out of bed for three hours, but it was a record. Couldn't say why but I had stopped smoking as much, just for him, his worry really got to me. I just shook my head and enjoyed my smoke, leaning against the house and watching people drive by. Soon enough one of those cars parked in front of my house, the tall blonde stepping out with a look of worry and what seemed to be disappointment on his well-defined face.
"I just told you a few minutes ago to stop smoking so much." He hissed, hitting me upside the head.
"Come on, it's my first one of the days, you can even check my pack of cigarettes."
"Tsk, still, it's so early in the morning and you just had a huge coughing fit, it's irresponsible."
"Calm down Sebastion, one in the morning won't kill me." I scoffed and put it out, tossing it to the ground. "Now come on, the couch needs cleaned." I pulled him inside, ignoring his grumbling. "If it makes you feel any better, I didn't smoke at all yesterday, kid kept me busy enough."
"Is that so?" He blinked in surprise, those beautiful hazel-green eyes staring at me. I gave a firm nod, a small smile on my face as I looked at him, feeling proud of myself for not smoking. I watched a smile spread across his face as he hugged me roughly. "Then I fine with you smoking once." He said gruffly, his hand going to my hair and pulling my head to his chest. I gasped softly, my face going red as I leaned into the hug, his hand playing with my hair. I opened my mouth to say something, but my voice was stuck in my throat. What in the world was this feeling? "I'm so proud of you. Good job Ian." I felt him press a kiss to my forehead and let go of me, walking to the kitchen. I stood there in shock, why had he done that? It didn't make any sense. All my knowledge led me to believe that he is straight, he would have no interest in me like that, so why was he acting so... loving?
"Sebastian-?" I stuttered out, hurrying over to the kitchen and just stared as he rolled up his sleeves to wet a towel, grabbing the soap from the counter. My heart pounded against my chest. This wasn't fair, why was he so- no, no I couldn't think of him like that, that was foolish. I gulped a bit and walked over to him. "Thank you for your help..." I muttered softly, what I was going to say getting caught in my throat.
"Of course, Ian, you go rest, I'll get this all cleaned up, alright?" he said softly, grabbing my chin and gently rubbing the remaining blood off my face. "And now you're all clean, go lay down in bed."
"My bed's also bloody..." I frowned a bit and he sighed.
"Then I'm taking you to my house and you're going to sleep." he said firmly, going upstairs and quickly coming back down with a spare pair of my clothes. "Now let's go, you need rest, you look exhausted, and why are you even in your uniform?"
"I had been planning to go to work today but the kid made me stay home..."
"Good." Sebastian pulled me out to the car, lightly shoving me into the seat. He got into the driver's seat and pulled out of the parking spot. It was about a five-minute drive, Sebastian talking about whatever as I nodded along. I admit that I didn't listen very much, but I don't think Sebastian was expecting me to. Soon enough we had pulled up at his house, which, unlike mine, he actually owned. It was a beautiful silver house, it looked lived in, plants filling the windowsills and front yard. I carefully got out of the car, ducking a bit to make sure I didn't hit my head.
"Do you have any books here, or am I just going to be bored?" He snorted, rolling his eyes.
"I have plenty of books, I also have a tv, unlike you with your ancient radio" He pat my back and led me inside, gesturing to his bookcase. "Pick a book and enjoy." I chuckled and walking over, curiously looking over the books he had, many were from before World War 1, like Der Tunnel and Alraune. Much like myself he had little interest in the books we could find under the eye of the Reich, though we both owned some, as a way of seeming a tad bit more normal. I grabbed Der Tod in Venedig, curious as I had never read it, as it had become harder and harder to find older novels such as this. I walked back over to Sebastian with the thirty some year-old book.
"Alright, now go change into clean clothes and lay down." I gave him a smile before heading upstairs, changing into the clothes he had grabbed for me and burying myself in his blankets. They smelled strongly of cinnamon and brown sugar, and I couldn't help but find myself inhaling the scent, I would have to ask him what he cleaned with later. I heard the front door close downstairs, and I was alone, a dirty temptation swirling in my mind; Surely, he wouldn't mind me sleeping with some of his clothing, just until he comes back.
I bit my lip, climbing out of the blankets and over to his dresser, curiosity taking over my common sense and shame. I dug through his dresser until I found one of his shirts, with the same rich smell as his bed. My head was spinning as I made my way back to the bed, my eyes heavy. I was so tired all of a sudden, it was so warm and cozy in his room I just wanted to stay there forever. I curled up underneath the warm blankets and grabbed Der Tod in Venedig, starting to read it but exhaustion fogged my mind and the words looked like scribbles, I just wanted to sleep. I let my eyes fall shut, my face buried in the shirt I had taken from Sebastian's dresser. I drifted off to sleep, for once feeling truly comfortable.
I was a young boy once again, running down the sidewalk with my friends, on our way to get a small treat from the market nearby, little bags of marks held in our hands. "I had six marks!" I had chirped out proudly, holding up my small bag, all six of which I had earned helping my mother with chores.
"Well, I have twenty! Mama told me to go have fun and so I'm going to!" Sebastian grinned, giggling a bit. I couldn't help but frown, I had thought six marks was a lot but here he was with twenty, my six was nothing.
"I only have three." Oli huffed, looking annoyed. "How comes you have six, Ian, my family has more than yours."
"I did chores all week with my mama!" I grinned, once again feeling proud of myself.
Then I was at the enlisting area for the first war, standing there awkwardly with Oli and Sebastain at my sides. We were waiting in a rather long line of men, with us being some of the younger kids. Me and Oli had lied about our ages, we were only sixteen, but we had told the men that we were eighteen. Sebastian was eighteen, just a bit short. I held my head up as I stepped up to the recruiter, telling him all that he needed to know, my hands folded behind my back. It was uncomfortable, but I wanted to serve my dear country.
Soon enough, only a few weeks later we were being shipped off for training, talking with the other enlistees curiously. Some of them were younger, like me, but others were a bit older, not by much though. The ride to the training site was rough and painful, but it only took a few days thankfully.
"So, you're Private Ian Goldblatt?" A sergeant huffed out and I nodded, feeling sweat run down my forehead as anxiety coursed through me. He was far taller, and much older than me, I had to look up to be able to look him in the eyes. I tried to hide my fear, standing stiffly and staring up at him. "You're tiny. Might as well be a woman, who let this lady on the truck?"
"Sir, I am not a lady." I said as confidently as I could, gulping a bit as his eyes stared down at me.
"Is that so? Well, you better prove it missy." I cringed a bit and watched him walk away, embarrassed and ashamed. I wasn't that short; I was average height. Was it my hair? I nervously ran a hand through my hair, pulling a few strands down to my face so I could see it. Maybe it had been the curls in my hair, that must have been it. Every day after that I straightened my hair, making sure that I kept it as short and straight as possible. I wasn't a lady, and I tried my hardest to prove it, like a little fool. Other men laughed and mocked me for caring so much about my hair, but at least the sergeants stopped calling me a girl.
"Good morning, Ian~" I groaned as I woke up, Sebastian's large body standing over me with a grin on his face. "I see you slept well; I also see that you grabbed one of my shirts." I felt my face burn bright red, sitting up as fast as I could.
"I-I uhm- It's not what you think-!"
"Is that so~? You looked pretty comfy with your face in my shirt." He laughed, kissing my chin gently. I started stuttering, my face flushing even redder. "Come on, get up, you can take the book back to your place, don't worry."
"O...okay." I mumbled, sliding out of the bed and grabbing the book. "Thank you Sebastian..." I mumbled, stretching and hurrying out of the room. Sebastian soon followed, whistling a bit and grabbing his car keys.
"Let's go, Clarisse misses you." He said softly, taking my hand and helping me into the car, and my mind just wandered off, the rest of the day a blur as I was unable to stop thinking about Sebastian.
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Got You Where I Want You: A Talladega Nights fic about two losers, Nonia and Reese, who fall in love because of a car.
Ok!! There's also another snippet from this fic here if you want to see 😇
"Welcome to 76, official racing fuel of Nascar," Nonia said, giving a lazy wave and smile to the man. He responded with a half hearted wave back.
She watched him in amusement, seeing him go for the alcohol refrigerator and take out a six pack of Laughing Clown Malt Liquor. He then walked over to the snack aisle and shuffled through the options, muttering to himself, and eventually settled on two packs of pink Sno Balls.
Nonia had to collect herself and pretend she hadn't been staring when he approached the counter, dropping his items there loudly.
"Is this all for you?" She asked, turning over the Sno Balls in her hand to check the price, and typing in the price to the register.
"Yep, that's all, darlin'," he said, digging in the pocket of his jacket for his wallet.
"O-OK, your total is gonna be $13.97," Nonia said nervously, feeling her cheeks burn with blush when he called her darling. Without staring too awkwardly, she finally got a good look at the man as he dug through his wallet for cash.
Nonia did not believe in love at first sight. Hell, she didn't know that she believed in love at all. But maybe, just maybe, she'd start believing, because this man was making her feel like it was real. Never had Nonia seen a man so "her type," so attractive that she felt her entire body warm up just being in his presence.
Of course, as she preferred, he was significantly older than her, his short, messy hair a sandy grey that matched the scruffy facial hair he had. He was wearing a grey-brown jacket with a lighter grey button up underneath, unbuttoned just a few times to show a bit of his chest hair and a thin, golden chain necklace. His eyes were dark green, and very tired looking.
She was snapped out of her entranced state when the man placed his cash on the counter, sliding it towards Nonia. Her eyes averted his gaze and instead focused on the money, counting it out slowly, as if his influence had made her forget how to do it.
After counting out the money, she calculated his change, and began to tell him, "Okay, your change is-"
He waved a hand dismissively. "Keep it, darlin'. I don't have any use for it."
Nonia noticed his eyes had traveled away from hers, looking down more at...oh God, no, not her chest!! It was covered by her work uniform vest and a jacket, but still…
Her face was warm, her teeth clenched tight, unsure that she wanted to stop him from looking.
"I like your necklace," he said, taking his eyes away soon after, returning them to her face.
Nonia breathed a sigh of relief that when he looked at her chest, he was only looking at her necklace. "Oh, uh, thanks." She toyed with the pendant in her hand- a small golden charm of the Chevrolet logo. "Y-you like cars?"
He smirked and nodded. "I do. I'm guessing you do, too."
For some reason, her face felt like it was burning, the back of her neck was probably hot to the touch. She began flipping her hair over her shoulder in an attempt to cool it, though this was of no use.
"Yeah, I-I do. I'm one of the only ones around here who can work on them. They don't really do full service at this gas station, but if someone needs a tire change or something I'll do it." Her eyes couldn't match his, she could only stare at her hands, which were now fidgeting with each other.
"Huh," he said, his smirk widening, eyes combing her up and down. "That's interesting. What's your name, anyway?"
"It's...it's Nonia," she said nervously.
He scoffed. "Fine, if you don't wanna tell me…"
She suddenly realized that he thought she'd said "none ya," as in "none ya business," as that's how her name sounded in her accent.
"Oh, uh, no! That's really how it's pronounced, like Sonia but with an N. My parents thought it would be really funny if people ask my name and then I say it, and they're like "oh, you said none ya business." It's really not funny at all, my parents are so dumb for that."
He scoffed again. "I think it's pretty funny." Watching her for just a second more, he sighed. "Well, I'm Reese. It was a pleasure meeting you."
Taking the six pack and two snack cakes off the counter, he headed for the door. "See ya, darlin'," he called as he exited, the door ringing behind him.
Nonia ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She ran the sink with the coldest water possible, cupping her hands to fill them with it and splashing it against her face. Since her makeup was waterproof, it was unaffected, even when she patted her face dry with a rag.
"Fuck…" Nonia said to herself. "He called you darlin'," she said to her own reflection, pointing a finger at the mirror. "He called you darlin'."
Even though her long, dark brown hair was already pushed out of her face by a headband, Nonia tried to do it even more, wiping her face obsessively. She ran her hands over her freckled cheeks and nose, her thumb bumping over the gold hoop pierced through her nostril. Looking at her own brown eyes in the mirror, she sighed.
"You don't believe in love at first sight," Nonia said in an accusatory tone to herself. "Just because he's the hottest guy you've ever seen doesn't mean you're in love. Besides...there's no way he'd want someone like me...er, you. No. Me."
Thinking back on the way he'd called her darlin', the way he smiled at her, when his eyes were gazing at her necklace but she thought it was her chest...oh God, she had a crush.
"Reese…" She said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "His name was Reese."
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Gojo Satoru x Reader
Warnings: nsfw. Fingering, oral (fem recieving), breeding mention, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie, sex pollen, minor praise kink. Minor mention of violence and injury, but nothing too graphic. Slightly dub con due to the sex pollen stuff. both parties are into it but im tagging it anyway just in case. Afab reader.
Notes: gojo and the reader are fighting a curse when they're hit with sex pollen, smut ensues
If it wasn't embarrassing enough being partnered with Gojo on a mission you could damn well do yourself, needing his help certainly was.
Everything that could go wrong, did.
Having recently taken up residence in an abandoned building, it was proving to be a pain in the ass for lower level sorcerers. The curse itself wasn't lethal. Everyone who had come in contact with it had survived. Those who did reported feeling ill, but symptoms varied from person to person.
He volunteered at the last second. Nobody tried to stop him. Very few things pissed you off more than needing Gojo's help. Anyone's help for that matter, but Gojo's specifically.
Early on in the fight you were incapacitated. It was a split-second mistake. Gojo distracted you. The enemy struck you square in the chest, knocking the wind out of you. Nothing fatal. Your pride took the most damage. Before he could manage to exorcise it, the curse hit you with something. A cloud- that's really the only way to describe it. The smell was sickly sweet. It was the kind of scent that's so strong you can taste it.
For the first few seconds it felt like hay fever: your eyes watered, your nose ran. It's not anything worse than a common cold. The taste lingers long after the smell has gone away.
"What the hell was that?!" You ask, although you already have an answer.
"If I had to guess-" he stifles a laugh, "that was sex pollen. It tasted sweet to you, didn't it? Yeah, that's the stuff."
"You've fought one of these before?" You ask.
"A few years back one manifested in an apartment complex in Tokyo." He says. "It was exorcised before it seriously injured anyone, but it made a lot of people 'sick'.”
“So you know how to fix this?”
He shrugs. “It’s not going to be pleasant, but try to wait it out.”
You can only sit back on the pavement.
When the effects hit you, they hit like a train.
All of a sudden your throat feels dry. Your clothes feel just a bit too tight. You helplessly claw at your neck as if you want to crawl out of your own skin.
The most horrifying of it all is the heat that builds in the pit of your stomach. It's slow to form, but unrelenting.
Now you realize why all those sorcerers fell ill.
Gojo was hit too, but not for as long. He looks fine. Maybe he'll get the easy end of this. You hate to think he feels the same way.
"Laugh and I'll kill you." You say.
It's not a joke. You might actually murder him for dragging you into this mess.
Gojo takes a seat next to you. Although he looks uninjured, a sheen of sweat forms on his skin. His breathing is shallow and shaky. His pulse races.
He feels it too.
He's never been this hard in his life. Lucky for him, his uniform hides it.
"I can carry you back to the car," he says, "but I don't think we can sweat this one out."
Well, at least you were both thinking it.
"Not to be dramatic but I feel like I'll die if you don't touch me." You say.
He only nods.
The car would be a lot more comfortable.
Gojo's on top of you in an instant, caging you in his arms. The smell of his cologne—the smell of him—makes you feel drunk. His touches are feather-light and intoxicating. It's as if your skin burns. His hands quickly work the button of your pants open, shoving them down your hips. You coax his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Your own shirt goes the same way, forming a heap of discarded clothes.
If the circumstances were any different, he'd want more foreplay. Gojo always liked working his partners up to the point of no return. This would have to do. You're already soaked. The thin fabric of your panties sticks to you with your slick, a damp spot forming. Two of his fingers press against your entrance. They're long and thick, sliding into you with no resistance. The feeling of your cunt clamping around him makes his cock twitch.
You palm at the growing bulge in his pants. "Let me-"
"Not yet." He says. Gojo would love nothing more than to fuck you there in the stairwell. "Let me take care of you."
You're almost ashamed at the way his words make your cunt throb. Almost.
He works you open with his fingers. Even the slightest touches have you gasping and moaning under him, arching your back off the ground. Whatever that stuff is, it's made you a whole lot more sensitive.
His fingers pump inside of you, while his thumb gently circles your clit. The sight of your form writhing under him only makes him harder. His pace is unrelenting as he fucks you with his hand, stroking at your g-spot. Gojo's free hand palms at your breast, pulling down the cups of your bra. Your nipples harden instantly in the cold air. He takes one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive but, gently nipping at it. The feeling is strange, but not unpleasant. There's an audible pop! as he releases your skin.
He leans down for a kiss. The action of it is so soft it almost catches you off guard. He tastes sweet. His free hand cups your cheek, running his thumb across your skin. He nibbles at your bottom lip; the wet, strong muscle of his tongue exploring your mouth. His lips are soft. That's what surprised you most, not that you've given this much though. You grind down onto his hand, ready to chase your own release.
Maybe that curse has made him a lot more bold. He's wanted this since the moment he laid eyes on you.
When he pulls away, a line of saliva connects your lips. The look in his eyes isn't what you expected at all. Gojo looks at you with such adoration that it makes affection swell in your chest.
You only get to enjoy the intimacy for a moment. The second you orgasm, you're ready for another round.
"Shit- that didn't help, huh?" He asks.
You frantically shake your head.
He presses a kiss to your forehead. Hair sticks to your skin with sweat. It rolls down your collarbone in small beads, pooling in the valley between your breasts. He's mesmerized by the way your breasts jolt with each shaky breath you take. He takes one of your nipples between two fingers and pinches harshly, eliciting a squeal from you.
You lift your hips enough for him to slide your pants—along with your panties—completely off. The cold air makes you shiver. Gojo licks a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound, his tongue just barely grazing your clit as he pulls away. Your skin feels feverish. Heat radiates off of it like a furnace. His arms hook around your legs, pulling you flush to him. He takes a moment to admire the mess of slick between your thighs, and the way your cunt glistens in the light.
He presses kitten licks to your clit, working his tongue over the bundle of nerves in soft, teasing motions. It only makes you more desperate. If you could form words, you'd be crying out for him to fuck you. Your thighs clamp around his head, pulling him in closer, your hands grabbing fist-fulls of his hair. Eventually he gets the message. His fingers continue pumping in you, stroking at your g-spot. The only sound aside from your own moans are the noises of a man who's very content with what he's doing.
When you cum, you cum hard, clamping your thighs around his head as a moan rips through your body. Your second orgasm provides no relief, only making you needier. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. He likes the way you cry out his name when you're too overwhelmed to say anything else. When he finally looks up, the lower half of his face glistens with your slick.
"Just fuck me, dammit!" You plead.
He frees himself from his trousers. His cock is about average; not too long, not too thick. But it's pretty, like a pornstar's cock. Curved slightly, clean shaven, with a very prominent vein running up the bottom. You're a bit disappointed; you wanted to know if the carpet matches the drapes. It's painfully hard, with precum leaking from the head. Gojo gives himself a few pumps before lining up, slowly pressing into you.
The warm, velvety feeling of your cunt only draws him in further. As he bottoms out, he pauses. He's not too worried about hurting you—you're already so wet—more that he's afraid he'll cum the second he starts moving. Out of his previous partners, he doesn't think any of them have felt this good around him.
"Please-" a strand of incomprehensible begs and pleads leaves you.
He presses a kiss to your temple. "You're doing so good."
He rolls his hips against yours at a lazy pace, his fingers digging into your thighs. Gojo takes note of the way your back arches off the ground when he hits a particularly sweet spot. His hands plant on the back of your knees, shoving your legs towards your chest, angling your hips up in a way that makes tears prick at your eyes from the pleasure. He can't pry his eyes away from how your breasts bounce with each thrust. He nearly has you in a mating press, fucking into you deeper than he ever has.
"Faster-" You plead.
You don't have to ask him twice.
He leans forward to coo praise into your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe. Goosebumps raise along your exposed flesh. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the stairwell. Sometime during this his teeth find the soft muscle of your neck, leaving a crescent shape mark that'll certainly bruise in the morning.
"You're so good for me-" he groans at the warm feeling of your cunt, "fuck! You feel so good."
You can only whimper in response.
Tension pools in your stomach like a coil being wound tight. He can only sit back and admire the way your neck flushes as your cheeks do. You seem to like praise, he notes. Your skin is sticky with sweat—some saliva too—and has the same sickly sweet scent of the pollen. His lips find your neck, his teeth just barely grazing the sensitive skin. You'll have a collar of hickeys tomorrow; if you make it that long.
The first time he cums, he doesn't even realize he has. He shudders. It felt good—a bit too good—but nothing out of the ordinary. It makes him do a double take. His cock doesn't even go soft. Drips of cum run down your thighs, pooling on the ground beneath you. He's never been one to cum too soon; Gojo prides himself on making his partners orgasm before he does.
His thumb traces circles around your clit, moving in erratic, uneven motions. Gojo leans back down for another kiss. You can taste yourself on him, though it's not entirely unpleasant. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding him to your chest. The two of you can only fuck and cum until you're too exhausted to continue. You've never felt so full. The thought of using protection crossed your mind once—and only for a moment—the pollen leaving you too desperate to care.
The coil only winds tighter and tighter, past the point of snapping. Your entire body shudders, your legs clamping around Gojo's waist one final time as you cum hard. The coil has unraveled completely, the pieces picked up and put back together the wrong way. You're left sore and shaky, but sated, and far too exhausted to move.
It's another moment before either of you move.
He pulls out slowly so as to not spill any of his cum, but there's so much of it that it's hard to manage. Gojo commits the look of your fucked-out form to memory. It makes him wonder what you'd look like in his own bed.
Maybe he wouldn't have to wonder.
He zips himself back up, sitting back, pulling you into his lap. You lean into his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. His hand smooths over your hair, brushing any stray strands out of your face. It's oddly intimate.
He could fall asleep there if you’d let him.
It’s hardly a minute later when you crawl off his lap, gathering your discarded clothes.
“Ready for round two?” He asks.
You scowl at first, but can't pretend to be mad at him for long.
“Fine, but I want to try it on a proper bed this time.”
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Possession (NSFW)
Vyn gets jealous. Spicy things happen because it's Vyn.
WARNING: NSFW Vyn x MC. Things also get a bit heavier than the usual.
This resulted from me attempting to combine multiple asks that I got (jealous Vyn, dom/sub, mutual [redacted]), because I wanted to try getting away with it in a single piece BUT it resulted into something that doesn't really address much any of these asks. So I'm posting this as its own thing--and I'll get to the asks separately instead.
What have I done
"Carry on," Vyn says in his usual dulcet tones, his smile not quite reaching his gold eyes. He sits on the chair set in front of his bed, his impassive gaze quite devouring you whole as you lay in front of him completely naked and your legs spread in full display, only for him. "Show me. Show me everything."
Vyn hasn't had the chance to change out of his research center uniform--he is still wearing his white lab coat--as he had dragged you to his bed immediately as soon as the both of you get home.
He has seen something he shouldn't have. Incidentally, considering the nature of your relationship with him, it is something that shouldn't have happened in the first place.
So right now, you are sprawled out on his bed in an attempt to make amends according to Vyn's terms.
The fingers of your right hand is coated with your own juices as you have been strumming your clit, working yourself up to a slow burn of arousal. The stirrings of that very familiar sensation wells up in your stomach, but you are not quite there yet. Eventually, you will be.
From your point of view you see Vyn's form from between your legs, him still wearing that uniform that secretly pushes your buttons, and you can only sigh.
You let your slick fingers slide inside, imagining its his fingers getting sucked inside you. Your fingers do not feel as good as his do, of course, but you compensate by locking gazes with him as you try to emulate how he would pleasure you with his exquisite digits.
"Show me that you want me, instead of my...student." Vyn shifts in his seat and crosses his legs, making himself comfortable as he watches your show. "Tell me that I am mistaken in thinking I saw you being kissed by that von Hagen brat."
You see a flash of intense emotion--jealousy, no doubt--cross his face.
This secretly delights you.
If only Vyn does not immediately show all of his cards. Maybe you would have remained an obedient pet on his bed, pliant, available to his every frivolous command made just to satisfy his own neediness; something that he would not admit into having.
It is this particular neediness of his that you want to tease out of him.
You have not been in the best of moods in the first place. In fact, you do not welcome Marius's confession, but what disappoints you--or rather, royally pisses you off--is that Vyn immediately takes it as if you have accepted Marius's overtures without even taking your own feelings into account.
So, with you pissed off at the entire affair, you decide to have your fun and toy with the situation a little. You deserve it, at least.
"You did. You did see Marius kiss me." You raise your other hand to your lips, languorously licking your thumb and forefinger wet, before playing with a nipple with your freshly-wet fingertips. "He pulled me into the garden. He told me he loved me and that he wanted to have me for himself--ah!"
Vyn's facial expression art this point is unreadable, but he does not move from his seat nor take his eyes off you.
Your clit is throbbing with impending release, and your inner thighs start to tense up. Your fingers gradually quicken their strumming, and your breathing becomes shallower, faster--and then the wave of immense pleasure overtakes you and you fuck yourself with your own fingers as you ride the orgasm, moaning Vyn's name out loud.
He bites his lip. "I see that you still call out for my name when you come," he says, still not giving away any emotion beyond the brief flashes that escape his eyes.
The tent on his pants is hard to miss, but you bite back the temptation to comment about it.
"But of course," you purr as you come down from the orgasm high, rolling on his bedsheets lazily. "It's you I think of when I think of sex, Vyn Richter."
"And? What did you tell Marius?" His usual calm voice is now tinged with impatience. And more neediness.
"You should take a guess, Vyn." You sit up to face him squarely, head on. "You of all people should know me by now."
"I do not like to engage in guessing games."
"And I do not like anyone assuming things about me without even talking to me about it."
The both of you stare at each other, unblinking, your faces set.
"Let us settle this matter once and for all then," Vyn mutters as he pushes you back down on the bed. "But first, let me work you up once more." He pulls your face close to his, his tongue licking in your mouth slowly yet hungrily, consuming you in the deepest kiss that he has given you so far--stealing even your breath, literally--that when you finally surface from his kissing you feel almost dizzy with the loss of air.
His hands wander to your breasts, kneading them mercilessly, as if saying that he owns each and every inch of you and he can do to you whatever he wants. You cannot help but moan out loud as he bites that sensitive part of your neck, his tongue massaging the teeth marks that he just made.
"Touch yourself," Vyn breathes into your ear. "Touch yourself again."
"You are a greedy man, Vyn." Your hand once again slips onto your arousal, testing if your clit is still sore from the previous orgasm. You find that it is all ready, and you are already wet with Vyn's handiwork on your body.
"I do not deny that." He guides your lips to his once again to consume your soul whole in yet another kiss.
Your eyes are closed, so you do not see Vyn fish out his smartphone from a pants pocket, putting a certain number on speed dial before sliding the phone away from the two of you, across the bedsheets.
The phone settles near the edge of the bed, still close enough that it would pick up any sounds both of you make.
"Tell me, what did you tell Marius?" Vyn asks again, his now-heated lips nuzzling your throat.
"Hahh...I'm not telling," your words come out haltingly as your fingers once again coax out your now-sensitive nub into arousal. "Or..."
Your hand pauses from self-pleasuring yourself to snake its way onto the throbbing underneath Vyn's pants. You paw at his erection through the khaki, reveling in the guttural moan that escapes his lips.
"I did as you asked, Vyn." You nibble his earlobe before whispering back his command. "Touch yourself for me."
"You dare." His words come out as mere statement rather than a threat, with the way Vyn writhes over your body as you tease his ear with your tongue.
Your hand once again finds its way onto your wet slit, fingers working their way up and down, making lewd wet sounds as your arousal begins to peak.
You feel his hands frantically undo his belt buckle. You hear the sound of his zipper opening. You feel the tip of Vyn's erection poke at the side of your thigh, his precum dribbling onto your skin.
Vyn moans as he grasps his cock, his lips next to your ear, asking you urgently, once again: "What did you tell Marius?"
You are tempted to tease him further, but this has gone on for far too long already. "Ah--I told him, I--"
Before you could complete your sentence your clit once again sends you spiraling into another bout of orgasm, and you moan Vyn's name out loud yet again.
"Heh." Somehow Vyn is looking at you with that unreadable cold look in his eyes, as if he has won something that you have yet to find out. He licks his lips as he continues to pump his cock in his hands. "That--that is a better answer, I believe." His breathing comes out fast, his own orgasm imminent. "You shouting my name. You coming to my name.
"Do you hear that, Marius?"
You do not comprehend why Vyn is talking as if Marius is with you, but then you hear that muffled voice--unmistakably Marius's voice--shouting over the receiver speaker of his phone "Vyn, you fucking bastard! I--"
Vyn presses the Decline call button on his smartphone's screen, then continues to work his cock beside you.
It is only then that you realize what Vyn has done--calling Marius and letting his student listen in to the sounds of the both of you having sex--but before you could confront him about it Vyn throws his head back as bursts of his hot semen land across your stomach.
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The night is not yet over.
Vyn has your hands tied to one of the bedposts, railing you hard from behind as you cry out his name, again and again. "You are--hahh--mine," he hisses into your ear as his cock drives hard and fast into you. "No one else's."
"I never said I wasn't yours, Vyn," you moan out loud. "Ah--"
You then feel Vyn hold you close, his body flush against your back, shuddering as his come shoots directly deep inside you. "Fuck," he murmurs against the crook of your neck.
"You are mine," he manages to say again as his hands reach out to undo the knot of his necktie pinning your wrists to the bedpost, before falling into bed along with you.
Your breath starts to calm down along with his, but there is one problem--you have yet to climax for this round.
"I haven't come yet, Vyn."
He turns to face you with great effort, his hand creeping to your thigh. "Let me--"
"No, not that. I want something else."
You straddle his body, your sex still leaking with Vyn's come freshly injected inside of you.
"Eat me out, Vyn," you issue your command. This is the spoil of war that you have chosen; this petty war that you find rather unnecessary and could have been avoided if only he considered talking things out rather than lashing out his jealousy at you. "I want you to suck me and eat me out.
"Eat me out with your come still inside me."
Vyn's reply comes instantly. "That is easy enough," he says as he grabs your ass with both hands, making you ride his face. You feel his tongue snaking inside you as his lips suck on your clit.
The incredible sensations this brought about has you hanging onto the headboard helplessly. You could hear Vyn swallow, his tongue making lewd, wet noises as he tongues your clit and undoubtedly sucking his own come out of your sex.
"Oh shit," you moan out loud. "Too good."
Then, you ask. "How does it taste? How does your come taste like, Vyn?"
You could hear him smack his lips before he replies, "You taste like you should be filled with me everyday."
"Ah, damn!" his reply turns you on so much that you find yourself coming undone with the ministrations of his wonderful, wonderful tongue. You finally slump your arms over the headboard, before collapsing into the bedsheets.
Closing your eyes, you were going to let yourself rest but your legs accidentally brush against Vyn's cock, which is once again erect, no doubt turned on with what you made him do.
"Goddamn, this night will never end, will it?" you moan out loud. "Will angry make up sex with you always go this way?"
Vyn weakly grins at you. "It will probably end once one of us gives in, I believe."
"So, darling, who among us actually owns who?"
Vyn throws his arm over his eyes and lets out a tired laugh. "I believe we have the entire night to find out, my beloved."
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PAIRING: Rich Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS [present+future]: infidelity, dubcon, gaslighting, manipulative and toxic behavior, toxic relationship, sexual content, yandere tendencies, suggestive hand-holding
part one
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There's a sneer on Eren's face as green eyes behind Versace aviators glide over your form, staring you up and down. His gaze is so penetrative, it makes your teeth chatter. Maybe he was just checking you out. Maybe he was scrutinizing every blemish.
You suddenly feel so very small in your tennis skirt, the tight collared shirt stretching over your breasts, and wished that today out of all days wasn't when you decided to dress a little more stylish.
"Fancy seeing you here." His voice is nonchalant but there's a tone of humor that accompanies his brisk words. How long would it be until he laughs at you?
He scowls, "Are you mute or something? Why aren't you greeting me back properly?"
"Eren," You took a deep breath, "What are you doing in Paris?"
It occurs to you that you've never seen him out of his uniform before. He's wearing a light blue button-down, half the buttons left unfastened, polo shorts, an expensive black watch glittering on his wrist, silver rings on his slender fingers, and a thin silver chain dangling around his neck.
He's also acquired a new piercing, industrial, judging by the bar across his ear. The silver glints harshly under the sun.
"Are you done burning holes through me?"
You blush, embarrassment coloring your cheeks: "No, I'm just surprised." You tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear, "Didn't expect to run into anyone I knew in another country."
You were just taking a pleasant walk in the acclaimed Champs-Élysées, the avenue every bit as a picture-perfect postcard as it had been described.
"Have you eaten?" The question is spoken with a sigh like he couldn't believe he was asking you this, and you couldn't either.
"Oh, um, no?" You responded, bewildered.
He runs a hand through his dark hair, which reached the nape of his neck by now: "I know a cafe around here. Let's get brunch. We'll talk there."
You don't know what possessed you to nod but you did so, trying to match his quick and long strides. The walk was silent, presumably because the two of you were saving your burning questions for the cafe.
He rolls his eyes when you stutter through your French. He raises a hand, and simply tells the waiter his order and dismisses him. His French is flawless and you're tempted to ask him how it's so good, but you already know the answer. Probably had hordes of tutors to help him.
Merci Monsieur
"Wait," You remark to Eren, "I didn't order."
"I ordered for us. Pain au chocolate, savory crepes, eggs, and ham. Coffee after. For me. Hot chocolate for you because you don't drink coffee."
Oh. That actually sounds good. How did he know your beverage preferences?
He fishes out a cigarette from his pocket, skinny and hand-rolled, "So what are you doing here? No offense but you don't exactly seem like you can afford a vacation to France. "
Now is your turn to sigh. You've nearly forgotten how blunt he could be: "Here on an internship. For art" You supply.
"I assume you just regularly come to Paris every summer?"
He doesn't deny or verify your statement, "Something like that."
"So you're staying at a hostel or?" He asks, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that makes your nose wrinkle.
The waiter comes by with food, and you turn to Eren with a sour look, "I sincerely hope you're not going to smoke while we're eating."
To your utter surprise, he ashes the cigarette. You were expecting a witty and mean retort at the very minimum, not silent compliance.
You pick up the earlier conversation, "Well, I'm actually staying with my boyfriend." You mummer the last word quietly but the viridian-eyed boy's ears are keen. You don't notice how his grip on the knife tightens.
"You're staying with your boyfriend?" He repeats.
You nod, "Yeah, he's an art student too."
The rest of the meal is completed in sparing small-talk and lengths of silence. But it's not awkward. It's weird. On one hand, having brunch with Eren Yeager in fucking Paris, heir to a billionaire pharmaceutical company should feel surreal, but it's strangely peaceful. You feel more at peace sitting across from him in France than you did when he sat next to you in homeroom.
When it's time to pay the check, Eren looks amused by the very notion of you digging into your purse.
"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay?" His words are spoken with a teasing smile.
You roll your eyes but can't help a glimmer of a smile from peeking through on your lips, "Didn't take you much for a gentleman."
He tosses his black card on the bill, "You'd be surprised."
What's there left to do now? Is it time to part ways? There's a part of you that craves more but life has taught you to not be greedy when you already have so so much.
You dabble the corner of your lips with a napkin, "Well, this has been fun-"
"Wait, uh, do you wanna check out the Louvre? Since you're an art student and all, you might uh enjoy it."
You stare at him. Is he tongue-tied?
"You've probably there been a million times already."
"Yeah...but you haven't been, right?"
You blink before breaking into a smile that Eren is sure is going to give him heart palpations, so sunny and bright.
"I would love to!"
You guys check out Mona Lisa for the sheer novelty, and you're bouncing around the museum, oohing and ahhing at the chiseled statues and Renaissance paintings. There is so much history here, it blows your mind.
Eren finds himself watching you more than the paintings. You have this veneer of snark that you wrap around yourself like a protective gauze (maybe that's how you maintain your survival in a world of hyenas) but you're different now.
You're yourself. Watching you here come alive in unbridled enthusiasm, eyes widened in passion, makes him reach out to his pocket and fish for his disposable film camera. He doesn't know if he's ever seen anyone in his vapid life look like the way you do, so filled with a zest for things that are greater than themselves.
He wants to burn you into his memory, praying to all the gods that you won't notice when he takes a picture of you admiring a bust of a goddess. He slyly tucks his camera back into his pocket.
The world seems to stand still when you tug his hand to show him a painting, an expression of unadulterated wonder on your face. But when you realize you pulled his hand, you immediately drop it like hot coals.
Why do you look so worried? Why do you look so scared?
"You can hold my hand if you want. It's-it's okay." He can't believe he's gotten the words out.
You're taking too long, your hands still hanging limply by your side, an indiscernible expression on your pretty face. Eren doesn't understand why it makes him so mad, why your sudden hesitation grated his nerves. Deciding to make your choice for you, he grabs your hand, squeezing your palm as he flashes you the charismatic smile that's got him out of countless incidents.
He doesn't like the expression of worry marring your features. Where did the happy jovial girl go? Just a few seconds, you were poking him with sparkles in your eyes, "Look at this Eren!" and "So beautiful, right?"
He forces another smile: "Show me the painting you wanted me to see." Maybe it was meant to be a request but it comes out as a demand.
You cast a glance at your joined hands, his grip borderline painful. "O-okay."
You lead him across the floor, and Eren can feel the stares of people around him. They are smiling. An older woman utters a "Un si charmant couple."
You take him to a grand painting. It's haunting and dark, swirling with so many shades of dusty red from vermillion to scarlet. A pregnant woman lies reclined, arm hanging and head lolling. She appears to be asleep, and there is a cacophony of men around her portrayed in varying degrees of stress.
"Death of a virgin", you breathed.
Such a macabre name, Eren thought as he gazed longer into the painting. He loosens his grip on your hand, testing whether you would pull away.
You don't.
It's raining outside and you're giggling.
"Fuck" Eren swears, "I'll call a cab."
You're a vision drenched in rain. Your clothes are soaked, and he could see the outline of your bra from your thin shirt. But it seems like you don't even care.
"Let's just enjoy it!" You cry out. There are thick droplets stuck in between your eyelashes, and you smell like rain too. It's dangerous, he can see chords of purple lightning flash the sky, thunder booming, and it's like you're dancing, the way you move so effortlessly.
You hook his hands in yours, "Doesn't this feel good?"
He feels like all his sins are being washed away, all the impurities and muck that clung onto him after nineteen years of existence. His heart nearly jumps out of his throat every time he looks at you.
He cups your chin and kisses you. When he feels the threadbare resistance, he kisses harsher, tongue and teeth swallowing your protests, coaxing your mouth open with a skillful pinch to your nipple. He pulls away just before you feel like all your breath has been robbed.
You're stunned speechless, "Eren...I...h-have a boyf-"
He kisses you again. And this time you kiss back, holding nothing back.
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