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ven-brekker · 2 years

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I’ll love myself if you touch me like that

Summary: “I’ll love myself if you touch me like that, can’t sleep, hold off my panic attacks.” - ‘Fuck me (I didn’t know how to say)’ by Crawlers

Or, Kaz thinks of kissing Inej, and breaks down.

Word Count: 1020

Warnings: CK Spoilers, emetophobia, referenced drug use, panic attacks, implied sexual content, graphic description of dead body

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39393450

Full fic posted under the cut! Forgive poor formatting. (+ consider leaving kudos !)

Often, Kaz lies awake at night, as he has done for years. Now, though, his thoughts are not co-opted by his brother, or his father or some nameless Ketterdam thug; a victim of Dirtyhands. No, tonight, his dreams and nightmares are corrupted by a sensation. He tosses and turns, and yet he cannot get the feeling of Inej’s skin on his lips out of his mind.

He can still picture her lingering touch, her fingertips tentatively brushing his shoulder blades, waiting for a response. Waiting for him to gag or push her away. The adrenaline had made sure he hadn’t.

His hands are bare, running up his arms as he lies in a makeshift bed. His cheeks and probably, humiliatingly, flushed a deep crimson, but he has no looking glass nor light to verify the claim. He is giddy, biting his lips as he restrains a smile, an act so difficult he finds the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. He bites harder still.

He runs the scene over in his mind. He does not have long before he risks his life, his reputation and his Dregs. He does not have the time to sleep, he needs to keep his mind awake. So he loops the kisses again and again, churning the cogs of his brain in an attempt to fend off sleep. He will most likely continue to tell himself this until at least after this job, after he has the security of four million kruge.

Is he selfish? Probably so. He lies, lusting, under the convenient cloak of darkness that draws suspicion away from him. He should, now, be going over his plan, how he shall keep his crew alive, how he will get them the money to free them all. How he shall get vengeance for the drugged Grisha he claimed not to care about. He does care, of course. He may be a monster, but he is not one without empathy, as much as rumours may disagree with that, as they disagree with him.

His hand trails to his neck, resting comfortably in its crook. Bile rises, a small amount; he gags. He does not vomit. It is something he has learned over the years. His own hand is not his enemy. Now, as he recounts the memory of Inej’s skin on his, he realises that perhaps hers is not either.

After a moment - minutes, or an hour, he cannot tell in the silence - her touch morphs. And the soft tracing of his hands on her is replaced by a burning, and he is instead gripping for life into Jordie’s corpse. His skin is not soft, like Inej’s. It is coarse, pushed to near breaking by boils and water, bloated and squishing into the shape of a young Kaz’s hand. He can feel the tiredness in his legs, distinctly the same, and he can feel the cool, fatal embrace of the harbour water. In the present, the harbour water leaks from his eyes and runs down his red cheeks. He is silent, the shaking of his shoulders reduced to a minimum. Terror encapsulates his spine, running through his bones in a sick fire, licking up to his head.

There is no one there. He is alone, his brother is dead and he is a monster. And he is seventeen, not nine, yet the picture is still there. The memory - the nightmare - is finished, and he needs the sheets and his clothes and everything, everything, to just stop fucking touching him and he doesn’t want to feel anything at all, and yet he cannot stand the vulnerability of being naked and he just does not want to feel anything at all except the soft touch of the water as it caresses him beneath its surface.

And then, finally, it is over. Months without a dream, a false sense of security. He sniffles as though he were a child again. He cannot wipe his face, and so an assortment of despair trails down his face, from his eyes and his nose. He is shaking as though the cold has swarmed over him in a vicious attack. Except he is not cold: he feels heat like he has not in months.

In his imagination, comfortingly, someone shushes him. His father, perhaps. Jordie. Maybe Inej. He is not sure who his subconscious is relying on for peace, but he does not care. His shivers calm. His teeth stop chattering, which he was not aware of them doing until they stopped. He can feel a hand on his head, which is not really there. He knows because he does not feel sick when it combs through his hair with its fingers. He closes his eyes again, letting his eyes remain gazing at his eyelids as opposed to darting around the darkness. The voice, the shushing, has an identity now. It was the latter - of course it was. He is not surprised, he is only tired and tranquil. But he cannot sleep, and his mind is still racing despite himself. But he hears Inej’s voice, softly comforting him, and he lets it lead him towards a border. Not asleep, but not quite aware enough to be awake.

He recounts, again, the bathroom, and her. He recounts how he did not feel false hands grasping at him, how he did not gasp for air in the way he normally had to. He smiles into the blackness, and his heart - once crooked, desformed, a stone structure discussed in whispered rumours on Ketterdam streets - is warm.

And all these years he has been disgusted at himself, at his brother and at the world, each time touch forces a shiver and a gag from him feel like a haze, a working of his imagination. Because when she kissed him back like that, tender and vulnerable - something he had not allowed himself to be these past eight years - he yearns to see what she sees in him. He longs to love himself the way she is able to love him. And perhaps, if she only touches him like that again, he will find a way to.

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leadendeath · 3 months

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but i'm sad to say meds hasn't fixed everything :/ i knew it wouldn't, i mean it's not specifically intended to help executive dysfunction/dopamine levels, it's for better amounts of serotonin and noradrenaline. but yeah i know i still have dopamine levels to fix. but this has just cemented it in my mind that "hmm yeah buddy, u got more than just the two other chemicals out of whack ://"

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and that's for the free service. yes i get free healthcare in my country. no it isn't very good. yes i realise how lucky i am regardless. i don't think i've ever owned 4 digits in the bank in my life but the place i want to go to for private healthcare was if i remember correctly around 2,500 for the full assessment and follow ups. eh, we'll see what happens first, i move up the waiting list or somehow earn a few thousand. at least we don't have that barbaric "you can only have $2,999.99 in the bank at any time or you get no disability anymore" system like you guys have in the states, i think about that all the time and it's so upsetting :'( *sympathetic hug to u*

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chubbybuckydumpling · 3 years

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Of Riches and Rings

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pairing: Helmut Zemo x female reader

warnings: smut, fluffy smut, voyeurism, masturbation (m/f), oral (m/f receiving), blowjob, 69, choking, squirting, unprotected sex, porn without plot

A/n: As a celebration for reaching 500 followers, please enjoy this filthy Zemo smut :) Let’s hope the next episode still makes him likeable! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The clock is ticking with every passing second. Tik tok. Tik tok. His fingers tap on the crystal glass of expensive bourbon. The plushy armchair gives into his weight, forming nicely around his back. He checks his jeweled watch. It’s been 10 minutes. You’re taking too long. Tik tok. Tik tok.

He turns his head to gaze around the room, searching for a distraction, but he can’t get you off his mind. Inevitably, his gaze falls to his hand where an elegant ring dresses his finger. A soft smile plays on his lips, but it makes him yearn for your presence even more. Taking a deep breath, his eyes drift back to the clock on the wall. Tik tok. The seconds are passing. Tik tok. His patience is wearing thin, this is not what he had planned. An annoyed growl escapes his lips which surprises him. His self control is definitely slipping. Tik tok. Another minute gone by. Tik tok, tik tok.

“Alright, enough”, he grumbles, getting out of his chair. His tight black slacks cling to his legs, the dress shoes rounding out the look. He places his glass on the nearest shelf, the sound of his heels swallowed by the carpet. The dimly lit hallway carries him from door to door until he closes in on the bathroom. It has a kitschy postcard attached to it.

He can’t help but scoff, “Wash away your troubles? Really?” Reaching up, he is about to rip it off when he hears a sound. A low moan, to be particular. He stills completely, doubtful of what he heard just seconds ago. Just when he’s about to write it off as some weird hallucination, it happens again. His eyebrows raise, a smirk working its way on his lips.

Oh.

This is going to be fun. Carefully, he reaches out to turn the door knob until he can safely open it, just a gap, of course. He chuckles to himself, of course you didn’t lock it, little minx. Turning to peek in, he has to bite his lip to stop a groan. There you were, propped on the bathroom counter, panties discarded by your feet, fingers plunging into your pussy.

The squelching sounds mixed with your soft moans and frustrated whimpers makes his trousers tighten. He feels himself twitch, the sight of you, head thrown back in pleasure and eyes shut tightly. The amount of want that floods through his body makes him undo his fly, the tight material only falling down a little.

One of his hands wanders down his dark turtleneck and he reaches into his grey briefs to take out his half hard cock. He licks the thumb of his free hand, working his tongue around it to get it nice and wet. Once he is content with his work, he pulls down his foreskin and presses the shiny digit against the head, circling his slit. His hips thrust forwards and he has to grab onto the door frame. Shit.

He feels his cock fatten up, twitching in his hand while he slowly fists himself. His eyes are trained on your fingers, the way your core grabs onto them. He builds up a steady rhythm of squeezing his length and playing with his crown, teasing his sensitive head. It’s hard to quiet his sounds, but he’s used to controlling himself, reducing his urges to achieve his goals.

You, however, feel no need to be quiet. Your fingers don’t reach far enough and frustration, greedy want overcomes your senses. You groan, hips rutting against your palm. The pressure against your clit feels good, but it’s just not enough. Your free hand frees your boobs from the bra cups and you begin to squeeze your nipple, whining at the pleasurable pain.

He speeds up his motions, tightens his grip and lets his body take over. Your breasts are beautiful, the tight nipples hard against the cooler air. He feels his desire overcoming him, carnal want filling his veins. His balls tighten, abdomen contracting irretically. He feels himself twitch in his hand. The silky skin of his hard cock feels nice against his hand and he lets out a growl, little droplets of sweat forming on his forehead. The fabric begins to cling to his back.

“I hope you’re not planning on coming anywhere else but inside me”, your voice sounds strained, eyes trained on his thick length. The delicious view makes you lick your lip. He just grins, not surprised by your actions at all, “Wasn’t planning on it, sweet girl”, he replies, a soft smile on his lips. He collects all of his self control to tuck himself back, before he fully opens the door, moving closer to you.

He closes in on you, arms placed on the counter on either side of you. You pull out your drenched fingers to pull him closer, but he is faster, catching your wrist before you could touch him. Smirking, he draws your hand closer and envelops your coated digits with his mouth. He moans at your taste, tongue licking of every bit of your wetness.

You whimper, the sensation around your fingers with the knowledge of what exactly he is licking off makes your belly tighten. His gaze is still trained on you as he slowly pops your fingers out. His chest is heaving with his deep breath. He looks amazing, delicious even. You can't stop yourself for any longer and dash forward to press your lips against his.

The kiss is hungry, greedy. Your desire mixes with his while your tongues dance together. He licks into you, one hand coming up to clutch the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. A deep growl vibrates in his chest, everything about you is just so good. Your taste, the way your scent seeps into his nose, the feel of your tongue against his.

A feeling of desperation seeps into your body and you let your hands wander to the hem of his shirt. You let yourself explore his upper body, feeling his soft skin against your hands, all while he dominates your mouth. When the oxygen runs low, you part, immediately pulling the dark turtleneck over his head. He helps you remove it and chucks the expensive article behind him.

Instantly, his swollen lips are back against yours, more sensitive this time. He bites into your lower lip, dragging it a little before he lets it snap back. Aroused, he allows his hands to grip your waist with one hand while the other strokes over you, caressing your skin until he finds your breasts. He manages to rid you of your bra, your boobs falling free of the constricting material.

“You are so beautiful, mein Engel”, he whispers. You’re completely exposed in front of him while he is still half covered, what you desire most remaining hidden. Warmth rises to your cheeks, yet you don’t feel embarrassed. He’s shown you time and time again how much he desires you.

“What took you so long?”, the question falls from your lip and you can’t help but smirk mischievously at him. He pulls back a little, eyebrows raised, yet he can’t hide the smile on his lips. Not in front of you, “Well, Mrs. Zemo, I wasn’t expecting your toilet break to turn into this”, he gestures to your lower body, “Not that I’m complaining”

You giggle, grabbing his neck to pull him in for another kiss. He feels so good against you, his tight chest against your own breasts. His warmth seeps into you, blanketing you into a calming sense of comfort. He lets his arms surround you, pulling your body closer to his, directly onto his huge bulge. You gasp into his mouth, a strong tingling sensation running through your core. He groans at the pressure, pushing you right on him again.

“Fuck, Helmut”, you whimper, burying your head into his neck, “Please, I need you” He tightens his grip, growling at your words, “Then hold tight. Can’t just fuck my most precious on a sink now can I Engel”

He picks you up, holding you close. His arms strain a little, but you know he would never drop you. Navigating through the hallway he quickly moves towards your bedroom, opening the door with ease. His display of strength makes you clench and your want for him surges even higher. He lays you down on the king sized better, leaving you with a kiss to your nose.

“Beautiful”, he mumbles after taking a step back to observe you. With quick and precise motions, he strips himself of the rest of his clothing. His fully erect cock jumps up to stand tall and proud. You lick your lips with desire, the sight of your husband just always so arousing. Before you can mention how attractive he is, he drops down to his knees, hands parting your thighs.

“Look at you, so wet for me”, he drawls, eyes switching from focusing on your pussy to searching your face. Slowly, he lowers himself, his hot breath fanning against your exposed core. “You look so delicious”, he groans before he buries himself in your folds. His tongue teases your entrance, pressing against it, but never quite breaching. His nose bumps against your clit, sending a shock of arousal up your spine. You let out a moan when his tongue trails up higher, circling the most sensitive part of yourself.

Suddenly, he begins to suck the bud into his mouth and you gasp, back arching. You bury your hands into his soft hair, tugging slightly with need. He continues teasing your hooded bundle of nerves, but adds his fingers back inside you. With delicate motions, he strokes your velvety walls, reaching for your sensitive g-spot. A sudden cool sensation pushes at you and you realise it's his wedding ring. Clenching, you moan his name, needy; greedy. Your pleasure is ascending, the feeling of his flexible tongue with his talented fingers, you begin to shake, thighs trying to clench around his head.

“Fuck, please, I want to suck you off. Need it, please”, you whimper, tears blurring your vision. At your distress, he immediately perks up to check your face for any sign of discomfort. When he can’t find any, he coos, moving up to cradle your face, “Hey, shh, it’s okay, you’re okay”, he whispers, gently petting your hair, “You just want to have your mouth filled, ain’t that right?” You nod, leaning into the warmth of his palm.

He pushes himself further up the bed, laying on his back. His cock looks delicious, pre cum coating the crown. It has a lovely red colour, a beautiful contrast to his pale tummy. Helmut gestures towards his length, smiling at your sweaty face, “Take it then, mein Engel, but let me make you feel good too” His voice sounds strained, his need for friction obvious.

You crawl up to him, eyes trained on his heavy cock. Sniffling, you position your pussy above his face and lean down to take his hard length into your palm. Squeezing and turning your wrist, you tease him, enjoying the soft, veiny feeling of him. He moans and dives back into your pussy, licking and nibbling you so well. His fingers breach your stretched opening once more, his other hand grabbing onto your bum.

He kneads the soft flesh as you feel the ring that makes him yours again. A sudden flame of desire fills you and you envelope his cock with your mouth. Immediately, you press your tongue against the silky underside, your free hand, clad with your own wedding ring, massaging his full balls. He moans against your pussy, twitching inside of your mouth.

Both of you get lost in the pleasure, tongues licking and sucking greedily, fingers playing over your most sensitive parts. He begins to thrust up, his beautiful head hitting against the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He pulls off of you, breathing heavily, “You good?”, he forces out. You nod, pushing your hips back against his mouth. He chuckles, but goes back to work you over, sucking and tickling your hard clit.

You take a deep breath before you lower your mouth back onto him. You focus on inhaling through our nose as you go deeper and deeper until your nose scratches his trimmed pubic hair. He whimpers, moaning as you swallow around him. The vibrations feel so good against your core and you groan, egging him on even further.

His balls tighten, but he pulls you back swiftly, clamping his base tightly, panting heavily.

“Don’t want to cum just yet”, he groans. You whimper, so drawn to him, an overwhelming sexual tension tingling through your body. Electrified, you turn around, getting on your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him. Hearing him moan, you push your ass out even further wiggling slightly. His hands run up to your shoulders, starting at your cheeks, slowly roaming over your skin. His chest presses against you, cock jutting itself between your cheeks, balls against your wet entrance.

His hands run down your arms and he kisses at your neck, working his way to your pulse point where he begins to suck and nibble. You draw in a shaky breath, goosebumps rising all over your skin. You whimper, once more becoming teary eyed. He lets up bruising your skin, a lovely hickey already starting to form. “I love you, Mrs Zemo”, he whispers against your ear. Smiling softly, you turn your head, “I love you too, Mr Zemo” Your husband grins, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

Drawing back, he teases your slick hole with his wet head, slapping his length over your clit until you’re moaning for him to take you. Finally, he pushes into you, carefully at first, yet slowly bottoming out. Once he’s balls deep inside you, he lets out a loud groan as you feel him twitch. Involuntarily, you clench down on him, the feeling of being filled up just so perfectly satisfying.

He begins to pull out, only to push back in, gradually creating a fulfilling rhythm. His thrusts push against your walls so well, a delicious sensation that makes your eyes roll back into your head. Helmut’s firm hands run down to your breasts, squeezing and toying with them. It feels incredible, being touched and claimed all over.

His hips become faster, thrusts stronger. The sounds of skin slapping together, deep groans and growls as well as your own moans and whimpers fill your room, a beautiful song of pleasure and affection, a sonnet of lovers living out their desire.

He pushes himself up, the rhythm of his hips never faltering. With his weight supported solely by his knees, he pulls you up against his chest, slick bodies pressed against each other. His hand sneaks around your throat, tightening slowly. A shockwave of arousal consumes you when you feel the platinum of his wedding band against your sensitive hickey. “You feel so good around me, taking me so well, such a good wife for me”, he babbles, thrusts becoming more irregular, but harder, more determined.

“I want you to cum on my cock, can you do that, Engel?” You nod once he lets up his hold on your jugular, taking deep breaths. “Need you to say it, need to hear my good little wife” Panting, you gasp, “I will, please please please. I want it so, so bad” Suddenly tears jump into your eyes with desire and love for the man behind you.

Growling, he pushes you down into the mattress, your cheek pressed to the satin sheets. His hips grow even faster, pushing further, filling you up harder. The new angle makes him hit your velvety spot head on every time, pushing you into even higher layers of pleasure, but once he drops his fingers down to your clit, you crumble, desperately sobbing into the bed.

The coil and desire in your lower belly tightens. You begin to clamp around him uncontrollably, your entire body beginning to twitch with the anticipation of your upcoming high. “Shit, I’m gonna cum, ‘m so close, please let me cum”, you beg, convulsing around him. “Let go for me, Engel. Cum on my cock”, he rasps and with a particular hrd thrust, you break, cumming all over his thick length.

Thighs shaking and back arched you let the pleasure take over, all while your husband still fucks into you furiously, tight circles on your clit. With a few last pushes into your tight heat, strong and hard, he spills into you, filling your body up with his white, hot seed. The feeling of being stuffed with his cock, overflowing with the seed of the love of your life and the delicious pressure against your sensitive nub, you feel a new, yet so familiar sensation overflow you.

Screaming his name, your pussy flutters while you gush around his pulsing length, drenching him with a mixture of your and his orgasm. Convulsing one last time, the final gush of cum squirts out of you. Helmut carefully pulls out of you and watches as your core clenches, trying to keep his seed inside you.

Drained and exhausted, you collapse on your side, eyes shut. Your legs twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you’re too fucked out to notice. Warmth and safety consume you when you feel your husband’s arms wrapped around you, his face against your neck, “I’m so proud of you, Engel. You did so well”, his breathing isn’t quite back to normal, the intensity of his orgasm left him a little drained and floaty as well. “Hmm, thank you”, you mumble, cuddling back into him, “I love you” Your heart flutters when you feel him smile against your skin, “I love you too. So much”

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ijustwant2write · 3 years

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Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Eloise Bridgerton x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff

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Eloise’s gloved hands clung onto her book as she and her family arrived at yet another social event, a ball once again. Her mama had ensured she was dressed to catch the eyes of men, and Eloise knew that meant there would be no room for intelligent conversation. With Daphne now married to the Duke, Eloise had more pressure on her shoulders than she imagined, having to find a suitor of similar standards. However, it wasn’t just her on the market, her brothers were too, especially Benedict (Violet knew it would be extremely difficult to marry off Anthony first, opting for the second eldest son).

Eloise smiled whenever her mama looked her way, though it quickly disappeared once she turned around. Benedict had been instructed to escort her sister around the ball to help seek out suitors, the men knew each other or something about someone; he could help her meet the right one.

“I cannot believe I am here.” Eloise moaned as she looped her arm through her brothers.

“Believe me sister, I do not wish to be here either.”

“Why must you parade me around like a horse at a dressage in order to find a new owner?” Eloise kept catching the men’s gazes, turning up her nose in disgust.

“So dramatic.” he chuckled.

She scoffed.“Well, if you’re going to advise me on who I should be marrying, I shall do the same for you. Now let’s see...”

Eloise looked around the room at all the women, wondering who would be the best match for her brother. Most of these women had no personalities, relying on their outfits to express themselves. Eloise knew of some ladies that were nice, though had nothing in common with her brother.

Eloise shrugged, tugging on her brother’s arm towards the door.“Ah, there’s no one here for us. Let us make haste and leave-”

“Oh no you don’t,” Benedict pulled her back,“we have been strictly told to stay for the night, even if it is just to socialise and...get our names out there.”

Eloise groaned a little too loudly, Ben ducking his head in embarrassment.“How long do these balls go on for?”

“I have never stayed for the full duration.”

“That’s not the answer I want to hear.”

Benedict glanced down at her, somehow only just realising that Eloise had brought a book with her.“Is that book sewed to your hand sister?”

“I brought it just in case I became bored. Which I am already.”

“I shall go and grab us some refreshments. Might as well enjoy them whilst we’re here.”

Eloise let her brother slip away, quickly finding a hiding spot by leaning up against a wall, away from the hustle and bustle of the crowds. She opened her book, continuing where she left off, happy she brought a pencil to scribble down notes for later. The studying never stopped for Eloise.

“Excuse me?” a woman’s voice interrupted her too soon.

Eloise tried her best to be polite, though her smile came off as sarcastic.“Yes?”

“Sorry,” the woman looked taken back,“I thought you were reading a book that I am reading at the moment, but I was wrong. I’ve disturbed you, I shall leave you alone-”

“Wait,” Eloise had now sparked an interest. No other lady had ever approached her like this,“I don’t mean to be rude. What book had you expected?”

“It’s oh so obvious, but I’ve been reading ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s the newest book out at the moment, and my mama lets me read it seeing as it involves a woman finding someone to marry. Although, it’s definitely about something deeper, that’s just what I told her.”

“I don’t indulge in romantic novels myself, but I am glad to hear of a female author selling her work.”

“It’s fantastic. And it’s nice to be able to read something without it being snatched out of my hands. Oh, where are my manners? I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Sorry, I’ve been dancing with men all night and none of the conversations have been as riveting as this so far.”

“Why am I not surprised?” they both laughed.“I’m Eloise Bridgerton.”

(Y/N) tried to not show her shock when she heard the surname. They were only the most talked about family, her mama had gone on and on about them, especially when Lady Whistledown mentioned them in her writings.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Might I ask what it is that you are reading?”

“It is to do with my studies. I truly hate these events, so I thought I would ensure my mind was being worked properly.” Eloise realised that could come off as rude, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment.“I did not mean to offend you by that.”

“It really isn’t any bother.” (Y/N) giggled.“I rather enjoy these just for the dancing and drinks, I find promenading to be more successful in finding a suitor. Though I would much rather sneak off and see if I can get a few more pages in of a book I shouldn’t be reading.”

“Eloise, why must you go wondering off like that...” Benedict’s words trailed off as he approached his sister, spotting a beautiful woman stood by her.

Eloise’s eyes flickered between the two, and she smiled when she saw the adoration in her brother’s eyes. Cheekily taking the two glasses from his hands, she passed one to (Y/N), who awkwardly took it. (Y/N) had gazed upon the Bridgerton men in passing, they were very nice to look at. Of course, she never divulged in any fantasies about them, that would be silly. But seeing one in front of her had taken her breath away.

“Thank you brother.” Eloise said, taking a sip.“This is Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a new friend of mine.”

He gently took her free hand in his, bending forwards slightly to kiss it. (Y/N) had this done to her many times, but this was different. Benedict made her feel butterflies in her stomach. Eloise could tell her mama was going to love this.

She cleared her throat.“We were just speaking of art, actually.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows.“We were talking about books.”

“I was about to move the topic along.”

“What kind of art would that be then?” Benedict asked, knowing what game his sister was playing.

“The...drawing, kind.”

“Isn’t all art drawn?”

“No, it is also painted.”

“I think artists may sketch out a rough idea before painting.”

“Well you would know brother, seeing as you yourself are an artist.”

“I wouldn’t say that-”

“You paint, Lord Bridgerton?” (Y/N) asked.

“Ah, yes, and I sketch.” he hoped his cheeks weren’t turning red.

“Anything in particular?”

“Mostly people.”

“Are you both attending the art exhibition my family are holding next week?”

“That’s your families’ exhibit?” Benedict became excited.

“Yes, my father collects a lot of art work. Then mother realised she could make a social event out of it, but at least everyone will be able to admire the work.”

“Would you believe it, we already have it noted down in our social calendar!” Eloise informed (Y/N). Benedict could sense her over-reacting, trying to keep a smile as (Y/N)’s face lit up in excitement.

“Perfect!” (Y/N) looked back up at Ben, making him stand a little taller.“It will be nice to have someone there who knows about the artwork. It will make for an interesting conversation. Just don’t let my father lecture you, he will talk for far too long! And I know you will be too polite to try and get away.”

“My brother is very polite.” Eloise said.“In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t-”

“Excuse me for the intrusion,” a young man said from beside (Y/N),“but I was wondering if we could resume our dance lady (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) was smiling, but Eloise knew that look; it was the face women made when a man who made them uncomfortable approached, but they had to remain ladylike and polite.

“Actually my brother just asked her and she said yes. You two best make your way to the floor before the music starts again.” Eloise nudged her brother.

Benedict was confused at his sisters offer, until he locked eyes with (Y/N) again. They were pleading him to sweep her away, she was even leaning away from this man. He had been disrespectful in some way, and he wasn’t letting (Y/N) go through that again (despite only knowing the girl for a few minutes). He smugly smiled at the man, holding out his arm which (Y/N) took a little too quickly. Eloise was happy with herself as the pair walked off, sending the man a death glare when he asked her to dance instead. Once he left, her eyes went back to find her brother, who was already dancing with (Y/N), both smiling and laughing. Her mama was going to be ecstatic about this.

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Eloise sat in the drawing room, obviously lounging with a book. Her younger siblings were being irritating as usual, running around her in circles. Before they arrived, she had peace. Eloise wanted a few moments alone, because she knew her mama would be bursting with questions about the night before.

“Ah, there you are.” Violet said as she walked in.

The book flopped into Eloise’s lap, a frown on her face. There goes her reading time.

“So, how was last night? Did you meet anyone?” her mama sat beside her.“You two, go play outside if you’re going to run around please.”

The children stopped as their mama spoke, sending each other devilish grins before they ran out of the room again, their giggling echoing down the halls. Violet went to shout after them, but decided to leave it be, there were more pressing matters.

“Well mama, do you see any suitors?” Eloise gestured around her.

Violet sighed.“Did you even try last night?”

“My life will not be reduced to a single night where I was forced to peacock around in order to please a man.”

“Oh, Eloise, must you make everything so dramatic?”

“Funny, Benedict said the same thing.”

“Actually, where is your brother? I have not seen him all morning.”

“He went out.” Eloise was relieved that the focus would now be off of her.“He’s calling upon a lady.”

Violet’s eyes widened.“What? When? Who?”

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/L/N)? They are quite reputable.”

Eloise rolled her eyes.“Mama, she is a lovely girl. I don’t think you should just judge her on what family she comes from.”

“Oh, so you approve of this girl?”

“I...I mean...Well, I only spoke with her for a mere few minutes.”

“But?”

Eloise let out a huff.“I enjoyed her company. I think Benedict likes her. I didn’t see him for the rest of the night until it was time to leave. He spent all his time with her.”

Violet became overjoyed.“Oh, what marvelous news! I wish he had told me. Do you know what he took to her? Flowers? Food?”

“I have no idea mama. Just wait for his return and he will tell you all the details. I am not a psychic.”

Violet was impatient as she awaited the return of her son. Poor Collin had also been questioned when he showed up in the drawing room, but he had overslept in bed, waking with a terrible headache. It seemed that it was about to come back to him when his mama bombarded him with questions as to why he hadn’t called upon anyone that morning. Eloise kept her giggles quiet, ducking behind her book when Collin sent her daggers.

Poor Benedict had no idea what was in store for him. His cheeks were aching from how much he was smiling. He wasn’t surprised when he arrived at the (Y/L/N)’s house and saw multiple callers for (Y/N). However, jealousy rose inside him when he thought about these men dancing with her, trying to convince her that they were the man to marry. He held a beautiful bouquet of flowers, remembering that (Y/N) had mentioned her favourite the night before. Looking around at any other flowers she received, he was glad to see no other gentleman had chose it. Surely that would show he was listening? He endured sonnets, stories, songs and boasting from the other men, trying not to show his dissatisfaction as each one stepped forward. There was pressure that her parents were there, especially when he realised he was the last gentleman, everyone else had left.

(Y/N) had been incredibly anxious when she saw Benedict that morning. He had been the only man she genuinely smiled at, hoping he came at his own will, not forced by his mama. The night before had been the best ball (Y/N) had ever been to. Benedict was sweet, charming, handsome and interesting. They were able to talk about anything and everything, no small talk involved like all the other men she danced with. He had swooned her, and here he was, calling upon her.

Back at the Bridgerton house, Violet had not sat down since talking Collin’s ear off. Eloise was still in the drawing room with her, as were her two youngest siblings, munching on biscuits as they threw questions at their mama. She did not have all the answers, sometimes not even hearing them speak for she was too deep in her thoughts. At one point, she did sit, but beside the window, o the lookout for any signs of her son. When a carriage pulled up in front of the house, Violet leapt out of her seat, startling her children. She made a beeline to the door, standing there with her hands clasped together. When Benedict walked in, he too flinched, not expecting his mama to be there.

“Mama, how long have you been stood there?” Benedict asked as he walked past her, pinching a biscuit from his brother’s plate.

“She’s been waiting for you.” Eloise explained, also excited to hear about his calling.

“I hope you sat down at some point.” he joked, sitting beside Eloise and slouching.

Violet hurried to sit on the sofa across him.“You didn’t tell me you were calling on a lady this morning.”

“Well, we got back late from the ball yesterday evening, and I had to leave early to ensure I got there in good time. Though it seemed every other man thought that too.”

“There were many men there?”

“Yes, quite a few.”

Eloise straightened up at her brother’s grumpy expression.“You really like her!”

“How wonderful!” Violet gushed.

“Do not get ahead of yourselves.”

“But you do, don’t you? Otherwise you wouldn’t have called on her.”

Ben was lost for words. He couldn’t argue with that, and he did like seeing his mama happy.“Yes, yes I do. And it would seem she reciprocates the feelings.”

“This is such good news! I must see what our social calendar looks like, we must ensure you two spend time together.”

“Actually mama-” Eloise went to tell her about the art exhibit until Ben interrupted.

“Good idea mama.” he nodded, smiling at her as she walked away, a spring in her step. Once she was gone, he let out a big breath.“I just needed a moment without questions from her.”

“Well, you’re going to have questions from me.” Eloise angled her body to face him, her elbow perched on the sofa with her face resting in her hand.“I didn’t think you were going to call upon her. Are my match making skills really that good?”

“I hate to admit it, but yes, you have done an excellent job.” Benedict felt relaxed thinking about (Y/N).

“So, what happened this morning?”

“I took her flowers, she told me her favourites last night, and then I had to sit there whilst her other gentleman callers desperately tried to impress her. It was agony! Finally I was able to have time with her, and it was just...I don’t know how to put it into words.”

“Did you bring her anything else?”

Benedict became bashful.“I brought her a sketchbook, like the one I have. She mentioned how she used to often sketch when she was younger. I thought it would be a unique gift.”

“Benedict, you truly are a romantic at heart.”

“For her I am, yes.”

Eloise smiled for her brother, until a smirk fell on his face.“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Aw, is someone also a secret romantic?”

“No!” Eloise protested, quickly grabbing her book again.“I am just happy you found someone.”

“And you helped, because you secretly want everyone to find someone.”

“No I don’t! You’re ruining this moment now Benedict.”

“Don’t worry Eloise, you’ll find someone.” Ben joked.

She groaned.“You are insufferable...but I still want to go to that art exhibit.”

“To see love bloom?”

“N-no, to see the art work.”

“Of course, of course. But, thank you Eloise.”

She tried not to smile, but couldn’t help it.“You’re welcome.”

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sly-merlin · 3 years

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You look hot in maroon

Characters : ceo! yuta + head designer fiancé reader

Words:1.6k

Genre: fluff, romance, smut

Smut warnings: office sex, teasing(lots of), dom!yuta, dom!reader(tongue kiss dominancy), unprotected sex(no need to be so pro irl).

Music :alone with you- ashlee (it’s h o t like in H O T)

A/n : happy birthday Amira darling. Here’s spicy yuta for you. (how does it feel to be of the same age as jaehyun and having more brain cells the fraty would ever have!) @aiyu-ssn

Beta read by @ncteaxhoe agr tum na hote toh kyaa hota humara inni!!

If living with yuta was an arduous task then working with him was undoubtedly insufferable. The man knew no manners and just loved crossing all the boundaries of an employee-employer relationship.

Just like right now. Moving away from the presentation, you modelled towards the center table where all the board directors sat. When yuta had promised you that he’d help you in your first presentation, you had assumed he was going to make sure nobody went hard on you or maybe politely correct your mistakes saving you from embarrassment but never once in his talk had you heard the mention of a foot.

The naked foot that he was brushing against your ankle whenever you travelled back to the table for adding a new edit another director suggested. If their interruptions were not annoying enough, yuta had joined them too, he just forgot he wasn’t at home.

You were concentrating on your backlit keyboard when you felt it again.your breath hitched and you inhaled sharply as yuta’s naked feet fondled with the straps of your heels, the mischievous act covered by the large table. Your eyes floated over the management team to examine their judging stares but it looked like the air around them didn't let them smell past their envy for your new promotion. Glancing away from them, you tried to step away from yuta but before you could do so, the digits of his foot teasingly journeyed up your loose pants, gently caressing against the side of your calf. Furiously clicking your finger on the laptop, you somehow managed to free yourself from him but just when you turned, something tugged on your pants making you freeze on the spot.

“Let’s hurry up ms.l/n. We need to start on the second presentation as well.”

Your shoulders tensed up immediately as you caught yuta’s professional gaze through your peripheral vision.

“Yes ms. Y/n. We have to decide the new interior as well.” he said plainly but you grasped the smirk humming in those words. Rolling your eyes, you dropped the monitor controller onto the floor, the resounding noise securing you looks of disapproval but you couldn’t care any less about them.

Muttering an apology, you crouched down and instead of picking up the controller, you pleadingly joined your hands, knowing yuta was the only one in your view, hoping for some mercy from him. a cough was heard and he retracted his feet and rolled his chair under the table..

“let's finish this. I’m feeling hungry”

Shaking your head, you composed yourself before explaining the remaining presentation.

“What the fuck were you doing there yuta?” slamming the office door shut, you whisper screamed.

With an intoxicate smile, he met you halfway and wrapping his arms around your waist, he dipped you, stealing a kiss.

“you look so hot in maroon, baby. You did great today.”

Pushing him away, crossing your arms, you sternly asked him,

“bitch you almost sabotaged my first presentation. Everyone must be questioning your decision of promoting me! They already thought you were favouring me because I’m yo-

“because you are the love of my life? Let them be. Had they worked any harder, they would have been standing in your position but alas!”

picking on your lower lip, you averted your eyes, hiding the effect his words always had on you.

“what was the need to annoy me though? why do you have to be so reckless all the time?”

“You were so tense baby! I was just trying to ease your nerves.” gasping, he continued, “and look at your ungrateful ass! Why do you always treat me like I mean nothing to you.”

“tsk tsk. So sad yuta! I’m ungrateful? Fine bitch.” Winking and blowing him a kiss, you backed him, dismissing his hand reaching out for you. “take your words back if you want to enter the bedroom tonight or you can say goodbye to your dinner!"

"Fine." He said, matching your backwards steps with his further ones. "But can i have my lunch at least?"

You were familiar with that particular sparkle in his eyes. Roguish one.

One stride back and he had you detained against the door. His fingers played with your jaw, his other hand fumbled with the door locks and his lust filled eyes wandered over your whole face, locking your stare. Just when his both hands found the curves of your waist and he leaped in, your palm met his lips in a soft smack.

“ouch! Is your lunch yummy boss?” you giggled. In an instant, he pinned your arm against your waist, hovering right above his zipper.

“stop playing baby. We don’t have too much time to spare.”

Finally diving in, he bit your upper lip earning a satisfactory whine from you. his grip on your hand loosened when he lost himself in your wine coloured lips, leaving you with the hard decision of finding a new home to position them. as much as you wanted to palm his hardening dick, your fingers mechanically gripped the back of his hair in a tightening hold.

Lips dancing harmoniously, you both forgot about the world that resided just outside the door. Your tongue praised the edge of his moisturised lip just the way he loved it and the sinful smile that you felt reassured you of your ministrations. He let you slide your tongue in and his body squirmed with yours when he tried to trap you impossibly closer in his arms. The fact that he was a sucker for your domineering kisses needed no evidence. The deep groans that met your ear were inebriating as he readily reduced himself to a plaything for your lips. a mean chuckle boomed and you pushed your tongue into his mouth leaving no space for breathing.

Your chest shamelessly heaved up and down as you slowly pulled your tongue out while ravishing all of him, finally stopping at his lips and giving his fuller lips an open mouth kiss, apologising for ignoring them earlier. Plucking away, you both inhaled each other for a few more seconds before he susurrated,

“fuck y/n. nobody can kiss like you”

His complement flattened you. Attaching your lips to his, you pushed him slightly and taking the hint without much telling, he let you shove him back towards his desk. And that's when you knew you had to stop.

He removed your blazer and worked on your shirt, you unzipped his crisp white pants. Soon, your nails were drawing meaningful circles on his naked torso as he stared at your lingerie with a hungry gaze. Hurriedly placing his laptop aside, the only device resting on his table, he had lain you on the wide desk. He placed your one heeled foot on the wheeling chair and wrapped the other around his clothed waist for your comfort.

"Don't want me to ride the shit out of you pretty boy?" Teasingly, you queried as your hand touched just the waistband of his underwear.

"That's for dinner darling." With that, his plump lips latched themselves into your sensitive neck. Your moans got louder as you felt the wetness of his mouthed kisses around your collarbones. Eager for some release, you jerked yourself forward in hope of finding some touch but the only thing you got was a cruel chortle.

"Just a minute baby."

And the very next second, his dick was aligned to your opened entrance. Perhaps he had realised the demand of the situation you were both in. Or he was just dying to relish. As he thrusted in, the chair rolled a bit to the left stretching your thighs more than you would have liked but yuta's hold kept you in place. He slowly pulled out once only to toss himself in again. His leisurely pace was painful and you cried out for him to go faster. Leaning in, he groaned in your ear before sucking harshly at the ample of your breast. The lacy bra did nothing but drove him crazy for your raw side.

"Touch yourself"

And you did. Your fingers were fondling with your clothed breasts when the view provoked him into finishing faster than he had intended. He fluidly entered, penetrating your hole at a pace you would never get used to and your body shivered under him as sighs of content and help escaped your throat.

"No one's prettier than my baby."

His own groans, mingled with your desperate ones, permeated the room with sounds of love and lust. After a few more deep and violent pushes, he filled you up with his cum but that didn't stop him for the unselfish lover he was, he moved his sensitive dick into you once again making you scream his name in pleasure.

"Fuck yuta!" Your back arched and your thighs shook under the weight of his delicate fingertips and hammering cock, and soon you laid undone under him, spilling your juices onto the edges of his Mahogany desk. Eyes closed, you let your hands finally rest on your stomach, legs waiting to be put down, heart beating like it was your first encounter with your lover. Maybe it was just yuta. You were always attached to each other yet always had so much to share.

"Am i forgiven madam?" He breathed near your ear.

"You are a bitch yuta." You jested.

"Only for you."

"Liar."

"That too only for you baby!"

And you both forgot about the army of directors that stood outside for approvals,left there with unsigned papers and something unwarranted in their pants.

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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*claps*

So, sequel ideas. Specifically for Wormman shenanigans. What if he goes to scout out the Evil X shop to see exactly what’s going on, and he spots the exploiter himself and just tackles him because friends

Also I can imagine Zed is literally the only one who knows that they’re different people, so EX just thinks it’s Zedaph and won’t show any weakness, so he pushes WM off and Helsaph is just like “Dude we’re friends :DDD, what the hels”

i love Raven ideas :D

this is a sequel to this one

...

Helsaph has absolutely no trouble finding the right building. After all, it’s got a giant statue of his old friend atop it, towering over the surrounding area. As he approaches, he’s delighted to see his friend themself just leaving the building. “Evil X!” he calls, picking up speed. “Hi!”

EX turns but their impassive expression doesn’t change. “Uh… Hello. Can I help you?”

Helsaph grabs them in a hug, delighted to see his friend again. “It’s been so long! How’s it going?”

“Um…” Clearing their throat awkwardly, EX detaches themself from Helsaph and pushes him away. “Sorry, I’m a bit busy right now. If you want to buy some derpcoin, there’s signs inside instructing you how to do that.”

“Why are you being so weird?” demands Helsaph. “I thought you’d be happy to see me again. It’s been years.”

“Years?” EX stares at him as if he’s crazy. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have to go.”

As EX turns to walk away, Helsaph suddenly realises exactly what’s going on. “Oh, wait, no I- EX, wait!”

They pause, glancing back at Helsaph with a slightly suspicious look. “What?”

“You think I’m Zedaph, don’t you?”

EX blinks. “Who else would I think you are?”

Helsaph quickly digs the pink mask out of his pocket and holds it up to his eyes.

EX’s own eyes widen and they quickly drag Helsaph into the building. After locking the door, they pull Helsaph up some stairs and into an office overlooking the rest of the interior.

They stand in front of the closed door and cross their arms. “Explain.”

Suddenly put on the spot, Helsaph stammers over his words. “I’m, um… I’m Ze-Zedaph’s Hels counterpart. He recruited me to be Wormman back in Season 5. The “Zedaph” you befriended and battled was me.”

EX stares at Helsaph. “You’re NOT a helsmit.”

Not expecting this reaction, Helsaph frowns. “I am.”

“Helsmits are evil,” says EX. “Helsmits don’t run around in pink spandex and yellow underwear pretending to fight a quasi-evil clone.”

“I AM a helsmit,” Helsaph insists. I’m not sure if I can prove it but I am. My name is Helsaph.”

EX scrutinises Helsaph closely, causing him to feel slightly uncomfortable.

“I can’t go get Zedaph to prove that there’s two of us because I’m not actually supposed to be on this server so only one of us can leave the base at a time.” He hesitates. “I could take you there if you wanted? To prove that there’s two of us?”

“Oh I believe there’s two of you,” responds EX. “Knowing Zedaph, I’m not surprised in the slightest that he’s managed to clone himself. I just don’t quite believe that YOU are a helsmit.”

“Not sure I like the way you said “you” there but okay,” Helsaph says slowly. “How can I prove to you that I’m a helsmit?”

EX doesn’t even hesitate in their answer. “Kill me.”

Helsaph considers this for a moment. “Will you respawn?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Helsaph draws his sword and slices it straight through EX, killing them immediately.

He nearly has a heart attack as he suddenly remembers that his name might show up in chat. But when he hastily checks the communicator Zedaph lent him, he sees something entirely different.

EvilXisuma was slain by [Entity]

“Oh my god,” he breathes.

Imagine if my WHOLE existence on this server was exposed and ended by me killing EX just because they asked me to.

It takes less than a minute for EX to appear back in the office and start to collect their items.

“It occurred to me about half a second after I did it that my name might’ve shown up in chat killing you,” Helsaph says, watching them. “Went through the five stages of grief in less than three seconds.”

EX chuckles, straightening up. “I’m guessing you were reduced to [Entity] because you’re not registered to any server so it didn’t recognise your code. Well anyway, I’m impressed. Now why did you kill me?”

“WH-?!” Helsaph yelps. “Because you asked me to!! What the frick is this?!”

“You could’ve refused,” EX points out. “Why did you actually do it?”

Helsaph stares at them for a moment, then sighs. “Because I want to prove I am who I say I am and I knew the real Zedaph would never in a million years kill you like that.”

“You’re right,” responds EX, nodding approvingly. “I believe you. So what on earth persuaded a helsmit to dress up in the world’s most ridiculous superhero outfit and chase me around for several months?”

“Honestly, just the fact that the prospect of THAT was better than my current life at the time,” says Helsaph honestly. “Which really says something about how I was living back then, doesn’t it?”

EX scoffs. “Oh boy, it sure does. Where’ve you been since Season 5?”

For the briefest of seconds, EX thinks they see a flash of red in Helsaph’s eyes. But it’s over so quickly that they can’t be sure of what they saw.

Helsaph clears his throat. “Not really something I want to get into now. The point is I’m back and I heard on the grapevine that you’ve been running a little scam.”

“S-Scam?!” splutters EX.

“I’m guessing that this derpcoin thing is that.” Helsaph points down at the shop floor. “I came over to find out if it really is a scam but I’m not really sure how to do that.”

EX crosses their arms. “Why don’t you just ask me?”

“Okay,” says Helsaph. “Is it a scam?”

“No.”

A pause follows this.

“I’m really not sure what I expected there.”

EX lets out a chuckle. “Heh. Witty, goofy, gullible. You really are Wormman, aren’t you?”

Helsaph frowns. “Why does that feel suspiciously like an insult?”

“It wasn’t really. You know, I actually kinda missed having you chase me around all day.”

Helsaph’s frown clears into a smile. “Aww, you missed me?”

“Nope!” EX says quickly. “I said I KINDA missed you chasing me around. It was kinda fun.”

“That means you missed me,” responds Helsaph sweetly, rocking from his heels to the balls of his feet.

“It really doesn’t.”

“You said you missed ME chasing you around. Not BEING chased around. Therefore, you missed me.”

EX rolls their eyes. “Add “annoying” to that list too.”

Helsaph beams innocently. “That’s something we helsmits have in common.”

“I’m not a helsmit,” EX responds.

Helsaph opens his mouth to respond that he had meant helsmits in general when he properly registers what EX just said. “Wait… y-you’re not?”

EX shakes their head. “Nope. Xisuma’s hels counterpart is Helsuma. I don’t actually remember how or why or when or where I was brought into this universe.”

Silence follows their words as Helsaph’s gaze flickers to the ground. EX isn’t a helsmit. What are they then? Are they a clone? Where did they come from? How did they come into being? What are they made of? Helsaph’s mind is racing with all sorts of experiments he could perform on his friend to find out the answers to these questions.

“...Helsaph?” EX prompts after a moment. “You still with me?”

“Huh?” Helsaph blinks himself out of his thoughts. “Oh, yeah, sorry. That’s cool. Anyway, I’m gonna need to investigate your little not-a-scam. Mind showing me around?”

Still a little shaken by the sudden darkness they had seen in his eyes, EX nods. “Sure.”

…

EX finishes up the tour back at the front door. “-so that’s pretty much it. Any questions?”

Helsaph nods. “Yeah. How is this not a scam?”

EX gives a chuckle. “Tell you what, since you’re clearly still not convinced, how about you take this premium derpcoin for free?”

They hand Helsaph a coin the size of their palm.

“I gotta head out now but take a look around for yourself, read the signs and books, then decide what you wanna do. Okay?”

“O-Okay.”

Helsaph watches EX leave, before turning his attention back to the coin they gave him. He can’t stop staring at it, turning it over in his hands, admiring the way it glistens. There’s no way he’s going to spend this. Not because this is a scam - because obviously it is. For a different reason.

This is the first gift EX has ever given him.

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foenixs · 3 years

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Dumbification w/Monsta X

note: this piece was requested by @euphoricsunflowers and 🕺🏻 anon

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includes- sub!Monsta X x (mostly f) dom!reader, dumbification, dollification, degradation, vaginal sex (both service top and bottom), pegging, pet play, dacryphilia, somnophilia, handjob, ball gag, handcuffs

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Shownu

Your fingers draw a sharp line down his torso, his muscles tensing under your touch. His plump lips were red from where you bit him, hooded eyes looking up at you.

“Such a perfect body”, your mind wanders as your hips grind down onto him, “sadly that’s the only thing you have to offer… All of those muscles and for what?”

“For- for you to use.”

“That’s right doll. You know, I gotta give it to you, you might be dumb, but you do know your place.”

You sped up the pace of your hips, his hands resting on the bed, unallowed to touch you. The sight of him holding himself back, calming his heartbeat, pretending to be relaxed under you as you use his cock to get yourself off made your head dizzy. You think back to the first time he let you take him, unable to comprehend the naughty nature of what you were asking of him. The only thing he knew is that he wanted to, no, he needed to serve you.

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Wonho

He lowers his head in shame, his pace never halting as he tries to hide the pain accommodating the oversensitivity.

“I can feel your cum dripping down my walls, don’t pretend like you don’t know what happened. Are you really that dumb that you can’t stop yourself from coming? I told you to fuck me to get me off, like the good servant I thought you were and yet here you are, finishing before me.”

He opens his mouth, but his words die down in his throat as you shove two fingers past his plump lips.

“Shhh, no need to explain, I know you can’t. You’re just a dumb slut, always needy, always greedy without even realising it. But it’s okay, you’ll make up for it won’t you? You’ll fuck me until I cum.”, you raised your voice but you both knew it wasn’t a question.

This would be a long night.

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Minhyuk

“Come here puppy, bark for me like I trained you to.”

You pull his hips back onto you, forcing an animalistic growl out of his tiny body. Drool was dripping from his chin down to the sheets. You were fucking him like a wild dog, his brain was scrambled from your unapologetic pace.

Holding himself up on all fours, puppy ears clipped to his head, he had to worry about nothing else but to relax his hole so you could fuck him better.

Dogs didn’t have to think, they couldn’t, and being reduced to nothing but your obedient pup made him forget about all of his human worries.

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Kihyun

He squirmed away from you, trying to free himself from your devilish gaze, but your arms caged him beneath you.

“Not so fast now baby, you were the one that told me to fuck you in the middle of the day, in the middle of the dorm.”

He wasn’t smart enough to realise that he would not be able to keep quiet, that his members could walk in on you at any given time. But now that Changkyun was standing at the edge of the room, jerking himself off to the sound of his hyung’s screams as you pounded into him, the heat rising to his cheeks made him look beet red.

As tears rolled down his smooth cheeks, you could almost feel sorry for him. After all, it wasn’t his fault for being so dumb.

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Hyungwon

You lean your head onto your left hand, propping yourself up beside your boyfriend’s half sleeping figure. Your right hand grazed over his cock, lazily playing with his length as if it was a joystick. His eyes open and close, as he dozes in and out of sleep. His eyebrows furrow as he tries to understand the situation.

“Look at you”, you whisper to yourself, “looking all confused as it’s too early in the morning for you to think.”

As you pull the strands of hair out of his face you uncover a faint smile.

“Don’t worry baby, you can go back to sleep, I’m just having a little fun before making us breakfast.”

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Jooheon

“Does that feel good baby? Do you want more?”, you push his legs up to his chest, the stretch making his eyes roll back in a wince, “what’s wrong, can’t you talk?”

His chin was wet form the drool that made its way past the ball gag. Metal was clinging against the headboard, as he pulled against his restraints, unable to control his shaking body.

“Say it with me baby, M. O. R. E.”, you angled your hips, hitting his prostate with every letter and he cries out, incapable of doing anything but letting you degrade him, reduce him to a dumb toy, that didn’t even know the alphabet.

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Changkyun

“Babe, I love you, but you need to stop walking around the house naked, we have guests coming over soon. Put on some clothes.”

“I- I don’t know… how to.”

He avoids your smirk as you make your way across the room, one hand dragging him to the closet.

“What a dumb baby, did no one ever teach you? Guess I’ll have to help you out.”

As you pull the clothes onto his body, you rub your palm over his cock, the motion fading with every layer of fabric. As you knead him over his pants, he lets his head drop onto your shoulder. A wet stain spreads across his crotch as he fills the fresh boxers with his cum.

“Dumb boy, now look at the mess you made. You think you learned how to re-dress yourself? Maybe after I’ll teach you how to wash out cum stains.”

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lucywritesreid · 4 years

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Our own little island

Thank you for all the feedback from my last fic :3 I really don’t have any explanation for this other than....yeah...Spencer during lockdown haha.

Summary: Spencer and Y/N Have been living in their own private bubble during lockdown. YN has discovered a game and initially Spencer shows no interest...

There wasn’t much to say about the last few months other than they had been… weird. Weird on a global scale. You almost couldn’t believe how quickly everything went from normal to complete lockdown and watching the news every night had set you into complete panic mode. Both you and your highly germ-phobic boyfriend were more than happy to comply with the necessary restrictions. Spencer’s rational and calm mindset kept you both prepared and he did everything possible to reduce your anxiety. You would be forever grateful to have him by your side at such a horrible time.

For you the hardest adjustment was not seeing your work friends every day. It was odd to not spend every waking moment surrounded by all the people you loved the most. You didn’t realise just how much you would miss them despite seeing them all the time anyway. Friday night became the highlight. Your team, set up by Garcia, started a weekly quiz whereby everyone joined a Zoom call and one member was chosen to deliver a set of questions. Granted, it took Rossi a few failed attempts to be both seen and heard on camera, but you had all got it working in the end. Garcia’s quiz was based on cute, fluffy cartoon characters, Rossi delivered a mastermind style quiz all about the ratpack, Hotch surprised everyone with an in depth quiz about the employees of the FBI (where you realised he knew way more about personal lives of his colleagues) and you did pop culture through the ages. You had warned Spencer that ‘the history of the atom’ wasn’t in keeping with the Friday night spirit, and despite being met by many groans, he ended up presenting a fun and engaging quiz where losers had to take a shot for every question wrong. No surprise that he was the only one still standing by the end.

The truth was that despite all the chaos and uncertainty, you realised that you were lucky to have so much time spent with the man you loved. Sure, you worked together, but that was as professional as you both could manage. Stolen kisses at the back of the jet and shoulder squeezes were as close as you could get whilst working. But at home, you both had free reign of each other. You were both night owls, sleeping through most of the sunshine. You spent your evenings playing chess, re-watching old horror movies and having a lot of sex. You were sure that you were keeping your local Thai restaurant in business, living mainly off that and tubs of ice cream. It was almost therapeutic spending your time lounging around in your comfortable clothes. Hours would pass while you both sat reading in silence (you, a few chapters, Spencer, a novel or three…), his arm slowly brushing the inside of your leg as you read. On the more anxious nights, Spencer would do absolutely anything to calm you down, making sure you were okay. He’d perform Shakespeare, teach you how to cheat cards, read to you in different languages and even let you braid the ends of his hair.

You were very sure you were going to marry Spencer Reid.

There was one of your hobbies that he didn’t quite understand. In the first few weeks at home, you had invested in a Nintendo Switch, mainly from the push of Garcia but you had been eyeing it up since it first came out. You spent many nights on animal crossing visiting Garcia and her magic candy land island. It was one way to experience the outside world without actually being there. There was something wholly therapeutic about going fishing, planting flowers and giving gifts to your wonderful animal villagers.

Spencer, of course, didn’t really understand the appeal. Despite having the most wonderful brain you’d ever met, he seemed to have a block when it came to technology. He never discouraged you playing, but always looked over your shoulder with a furrowed brow whenever he saw you.

“See that, y/n, there’s no way all those fossils would be in such close proximity to one another in such a small area.” He commented on more than one occasion. “What use is archaeology when they are just there on the ground for you to see?”

“Spence, it’s a fictional world, I really don’t think they took into account geographical locations of fossils…” you couldn’t help but laugh whenever you spoke about it.

“Don’t even get me started on the physical anatomy of these animals! How disproportioned they are from the real thing! And the colours, y/n! Have you ever met a purple tiger before?”

You knew that he meant no harm from his remarks and was probably getting enjoyment out of it. So you’d shrug, offer him a turn and wait for some comment about how he was going to read an FBI report from 1987 again, and open your switch back up once he was distracted.

One night, you had stayed up late to make wishes on your island. You really needed the star fragments to craft your new DIY recipes and had spent hours posed in position, ready to make a wish. You hadn’t realised that you were falling asleep and your switch was falling out of your hand, until…

“YES! YES! Take that you stupid arachnid!” you heard a shout.

Waking up and looking to your left, you blinked in amazement to see Spencer sat with your switch gripped between his fingers.

“Spence? What are you doing? Are you okay?!” Many sleepless nights and bad dreams had left you very susceptible to fear when you heard shouting.

He looked over to you and his cheeks flushed. “Oh, y/n, honey I didn’t mean to wake you I’m sorry! It’s just you fell asleep with your game in your hand, I went to turn it off and ended up talking about the stars with this wonderful little owl… She just tells you all these facts. And they are accurate, too! I even wished upon a star.”

“That’s Celeste.” You commented, and yawned. “Spence, what time is it?”

He squinted at the screen before replying, “4am.”

You laughed. “And how long have you been playing animal crossing?”

His focus went back to the screen but he carried on talking to you. “Oh, a few hours now! I’ve just caught a tarantula, the stupid son of a bitch bit me before! Did you know they could bite you in the game? I was just running around trying to get my bearings and it ran up behind me and bit me. But I showed it who’s boss. And hey! It turns out I was wrong about the fossils, in a sense..”

You raised one eyebrow, “Dr Reid, wrong?”

“Well, not wrong exactly. It’s still highly unlikely that they would be so close together, so close to houses, and be found in just one dig. But I took one to the museum after I dug it up and was really surprised. I hadn’t realised how accurate the information provided was about these fossils! And the details in the display, too! You’ve got yourself rather an impressive collection, y/n.”

“Mhmm.” Tiredness was setting in but listening to Spencer talk about your game was more than entertaining. You sat up slowly, leaned across and rested your head on his shoulder. “What else have you been up to?”

“Well I recalculated the position of some of your flowers to maximise chances of getting hybrids. I know purple is your favourite colour so I looked into the best way to get purple flowers!” Spencer was speaking in that quick, animated tone that told you he was really into something. “I even researched the quickest and most beneficial ways of befriending your villagers to maximise the gifts that they give you. I spent a lot of time talking to the Raymond character.”

“Raymond reminds me of you, y’know. Dapper, sophisticated, looks great in glasses…” you replied, nudging his shoulder with your forehead. “How did you find out all of this?”

“Well, I read the whole Nookipedia website and that gave me a pretty good idea.” He turned to you and grinned. Of course, the genius had become the master of your favourite game in a matter of hours. “You can test me on any of the villagers’ names and personality types.”

You looked down and saw piles of notepaper, all scribbled on, splayed out across the bed. You picked one up entitled ‘terraforming.’ Instead of trying to decipher Spencer’s handwriting, you decided to ask him about it. “Spence… what’s all this paper? What are these drawings?” You tilted your head and the paper simultaneously to try and get a better understanding of his scribbles.

“Oh! I’ve been looking into reshaping your island. I came up with a few designs I thought you might like. My personal favourite is the honeybee, cos I know they are your favourite, so I calculated how we can use the terraforming tool to turn your island into a bee. Garcia would be so jealous and…” he trailed off.

“What’s the matter?”

He looked back at you with big puppy dog eyes. He chewed on his bottom lip a little before he spoke. “I’ve gone too far, haven’t I? This was your game, your private space, I never meant to take over. You really have done a great job…”

All you could do was laugh. You leaned over and planted a reassuring kiss on his cheek. “Honestly? I’m really happy that you’re into this now. It means I can talk to you about it. Just you wait until you see Garcia’s island!”

“Really, you’re not mad at me?”

“It would be impossible to be mad at you, Spence. Maybe we’ll set up your own character now.”

And with that, you kissed him again, nuzzling into the comfort of his arm. “Show me what else you’ve been doing…”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid x reader #spencer x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #animal crossing.

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bts-hyperfixation · 3 years

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Don't you believe in love?

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Taehyung had always been a romantic. Ever since he was young, he dreamed of having the love they talked about in his favourite songs. Love that rushed you off your feet, love that consumed your every waking moment, love that was all you needed. Unfortunately, throughout the 20+ years of his life, this love had managed to evade his clutches. He thought he’d found it once. She’d been beautiful, everything he thought love would look like. Her laugh had sounded like bells; however, it was usually aimed at him not with him. Love at first sight had blinded him to the fact that maybe it didn’t work both ways, and she hadn’t taken his dramatic confession particularly well. Still he remained hopeful that the one was still out there.

Following the long-awaited release of his mixtape, Taehyung fell into a bit of a slump. Pouring his heart into something meant so much to him and finally having feedback on it had been more emotionally taxing than he had thought. The record represented his soul in its barest form and now he just found himself scrolling through reviews to see what others thought of it, of him. Most of the comments had been glowing indictments of his voice and character, but he found himself focused on the negative. Some mocked the way he sang of love, calling him naive in his beliefs that love was everything. The other members had tried to cheer him up, saying that the critics must be jealous of the way his brain works. Sometimes it's easier to tear others down than to focus on your own faults.

After words failed to rouse Taehyung’s usually sunny disposition, Jimin decided it was time for a distraction. He settled on clubbing, the only way to get Tae to loosen up was dancing, it had never failed him. Tae dragged himself around the dorm, getting ready for a night out he was sure he didn’t want but forcing himself for Jimin, he would do anything for Jimin. The pair make it to a club in the centre of Seoul a little before 11pm. The venue is filled to the brim with sweaty writhing bodies as the latest dance track booms through the speaker system. Jimin pulls him straight over to the bar at the far end of the room, ordering them six shots each. Taehyung eyes them wearily, but Jimin just grabs one and thrusts it in his direction. Resigned to his fate Tae downs the bitter liquid. The new warmth provides little relief for the aching in his chest. Ever since the release nothing had been able to fill the empty feeling he had been left with. Reporters calling him naïve about romance had left a nasty taste in his mouth. As inexperienced as he was with love, Tae knew what he should feel when it came along. Downing the remainder of the shots, he turned to scope out the room. That’s when he saw you. It was like his vision narrowed and there was a spotlight directly centred on you. He watched as your hips swayed to the beat and you laughed with your friends. A mere glimpse of you had him captivated. He handed his last empty shot glass to Jimin and made an excuse before making a beeline across the room to where you were dancing.

“Excuse me?” he taps your shoulder to get your attention and you turn to face him.

“Yes” you gaze up at him through long eyelashes and he thinks he might melt.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, I just saw you from by the bar and I think… I think I might die if you don’t dance with me” you giggle at his words, and he thinks it might be the most beautiful sound in the world. You tell your friends where you are going and take his hand. He pulls you as close as he can, unsure of how he got lucky enough for you to say yes. The two of you spend the rest of the night drinking and dancing together. The lights have come on in the club before you even realise how long you’d spent together. Jimin and your friends are long gone. Each checked with you before they left but you assured them you were okay and off they went.

“Can I walk you home?” Taehyung asks timidly.

“Sure” you respond before leading the way. You walk in comfortable silence for a couple of blocks, enjoying each-others company, your hands occasionally knocking together. Around halfway you finally buck up the courage to do something about it. “Hold my hand?” you ask, and he does. It feels like electricity passes between your grasped palms. His thumb traces little patterns over the back of your hand, you can’t help but bite your lip as each circle adds to you growing arousal. The way Taehyung affected you felt like magic.

“I think… I’ve been waiting all my life for you” his whisper is so quiet you almost miss it. You glance up to see him already staring at you. “Is that crazy?” you shake your head a little unable to think of the words to show you were feeling exactly the same way. Your heart stills as his lips crash messily into yours. His hands roam up and down the bare skin of your back, exposed by the deep cut of your dress. The contact makes you shiver before coming to your senses.

“Tae I should tell you… I’m a virgin.” You meet his eyes but find yourself unable to tell what he is thinking. “Please don’t think I don’t want this; I just need you to know before we go any further. His lips meet your again briefly.

“Me too.” He mumbles against your lips. The question in your eyes must’ve been evident in your eyes when you pull away from him. “I’m a virgin too” he clarifies “but I want this, I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted anything” you take a hold of his hand again and start running in the direction of your home. He chuckles as he struggles to keep up with your new speed.

You reach your house in no time. Now reduced to a fumbling ball of limbs as he tries to unzip your dress as you attempt to remove his shirt, all while stealing kisses, refusing to be separated for more than a moment. By the time you reach your bedroom you are fully undressed. Nothing separating you from each-other prying eyes. Tae pushes you back onto the bed, admiring your naked form.

“Beautiful” he breaths before joining you. His lips trail down your neck and over your chest. He finally stops when he comes to your pubic mound “Are you sure? I would wait forever for you if you want me to?” you shake your head and smile.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He returns your smile with his own boxy grin before diving into your dripping folds. His tongue drags unceremoniously along your slit, causing a wave of arousal to flow through you. His haste displays his inexperience, but you can’t bring yourself to care as pleasure overwhelms you. Your hands travel down to intertwine in his long brown locks. His eyes lock on yours as he sucks at your clit, watching each little reaction, adjusting to account for what seems to cause the most excitement. When you moan, he realises he was wrong about what the most beautiful sound in the world was. Seeing you writhe underneath him causes his cock to throb painfully, he decides right then he wants nothing more than to please you forever.

“Tae…” your moans are a little breathless as you feel the building pleasure in your stomach. A sensation you had only managed to cause yourself before now. You clench around his tongue trying to fight off the oncoming orgasm, just for him to replace the muscle with a finger. The digit curves perfectly against your sweet spot and you unravel, but that doesn’t stop him. Another finger finds its way inside you as he pumps carefully, prepping you. His mouth makes its way back up your body. His tongue laving briefly against your nipples before reaching his goal and connecting his lips back to yours. The taste of yourself on him is intoxicating, it makes you moan into his open mouth. You feel his dick throb against your leg at the new stimulation. You gasp and reach down for him. Once holding him you realise you have no idea where to go from there. He chuckles a little before removing his hand from between you folds and showing you how he liked to be rubbed, you quickly find a rhythm using your own juices from Tae’s hand as lubricant. He becomes a panting mess on top of you as you bring him close to his end.

“I need you now…” he pants removing your hand before he spills too early, “where are your condoms?” you point to your bedside draw, and watch him blush a little as he finds you vibrator hidden next to a stash of condoms. You giggle a little at his reaction and sit up a little. He rips the small plastic packet open and pinches the top of the latex. You move to help him put it on, but he stops you. “If you help this is going to be over a lot quicker than either of us want” he carefully rolls the material down his cock as you watch, getting a little antsy as he takes his time. As soon as he is finished, he pulls you back into his arms, adjusting himself against the headboard of your bed. Your lean up on to your knees so he can position himself underneath you. It takes a few attempts as you struggle to take him in at first, but once he is you lower yourself down at an agonisingly slow pace. He inhales through gritted teeth. The desperation is evident on his face as he focuses on not thrusting the rest of the way into you. Once you reach the base you feel uncomfortably full. It takes you a minute to adjust to the feeling, so you busy yourself with marking the pretty blemish free skin along Taehyungs collarbones. You watch in awe as little purple marks begin to bloom. Slowly you start to bounce in Taehyung’s lap as the pain fades into a strange pleasure. His eyes are screwed shut as you become more confident, moving faster and faster. His hand snakes in between your bodies to fumble with your clit, you grind yourself forward onto his hand, showing him how you like to be touched. It doesn’t take long after this for the familiar twist of an orgasm to reappear in your stomach. A few more thrusts has you melting into him, your sweaty body collapse against his front as he continues pumping himself inside of you, chasing his own finish. After he comes you untangle yourself from his limbs, suddenly feeling very cold from the loss. You make your way to the bathroom to clean yourself off. When you return you find Taehyung putting his clothes back on. You can’t help the disappointment rising in your chest at the prospect of him leaving.

“Aren’t you staying?” your voice is timid, worried you’ll scare him away.

“I will stay for as long as you want me to” he replies moving to take you back into his arms

“Stay with me forever.” He chuckles his agreement and moves to get back into your bed.

“Hold me?” he opens his arms wide and beckons you to him, you slip into his arms, content to never move again.

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senju-sekhmet · 3 years

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The Leash (Part 5)

Summary: Your rescue was supposed to be as smooth as these missions can be. However very quickly, Tobirama faces off against an enemy that has no form, color or smell - and time is running short, very fast. Unless he figures out what truly holds you hostage, your life will be lost. Warnings (for the finished work): Blood, illness, descriptions of heavy injuries and graphic violence, torture (both depicted and implied), needles, morally grey territory, human experimentation, panic attacks, character death ~7600 words (this chapter, finished work: 80.000) Previous: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4

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DISCLAIMER! -i reckon I don’t need the paste it again… but in short: this is a purely self-indulgent work which contains a lot of my own headcanons and whatnot. this chapter especially so! lots of talking and thinking - curious to see what you think!! THANKS FOR READING <3 Consciousness was slowly seeping back into you. Like proverbially melting snow, the rivulets of thawing water were running over you while somehow you still felt coated, blanketed in heavy coldness. You blinked a few times before you realised no matter how often you did that, the darkness would not vanish: Tobirama had made good on his promise to provide an environment for you that was deprived of outward stimulus as much as possible. He had blindfolded you - though now the article was causing a rapidly budding sense of dread. Ignoring the ever present aches in your body, you snuck an arm up from under the blanket to rip it off quickly. The rest of the haze quickly cleared up.

The room was still dark, though.

Your breaths were beginning to come more uneven now as you tried to fumble for the light on the nightstand. You had to clench your teeth to bite back on sobs that wanted to break out. How pathetic. Since when were you afraid of the dark?

But then you now were also scared of sleep.

Where was all of this coming from? Silly, you knew the answer, anyway.

A moment later, the dim light bulb illuminated the room. It was stale comfort.

You swallowed down the panic that was still settling in your chest. A whimper echoed in the lonely room. Your eyes wandered to the window - the curtains were drawn closed. Of course. Maybe-

With clenched teeth, you pushed the blanket aside and prepared yourself for the pain that would follow now. First, you pushed your chest off the bed with both arms. For now, the anguish was bearable, but you knew it'd get worse - next, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and before you could hesitate again, you rose to your wobbly, weak legs.

The pain exploded. It was searing through your body like a wild fire rampant and uncontrolled. The wounds you almost - almost - had forgotten you had suffered from were acting up to remind you they were far from healed. There hadn't been a part of you the Stone hadn't cut, sliced, ripped, stabbed - and the healing had been reduced to a bare minimum. All the aches you suffered from now was tissue that didn’t want to be moved, that was broken.

You might even risk tearing open the injuries again - but you didn't care.

Because this was nothing compared to the increasing dread you felt now - caged, haunted, alone.

Helpless.

You just needed to get that damn window open. See the village.

You staggered over to the window. Each step felt like knives being driven through your legs, wrenched around, tearing muscle apart, pulled out and then plunged back in. Tears began to stream down your face as memories of precisely that happening were starting to blur your focus.

Just four steps.

Four fucking steps.

With a gasp much like a drowning man's final one, you ripped the curtain open.

Pale moonlight filtered through the window. Before you, the Hidden Leaf was peacefully slumbering. Your haggard form was shaking as the panic subsided, slowly. Sobs were wrecking through you as tears flowed freely.

Free. You were free. You just needed to remind yourself of that.

You wanted to linger at the window, but your power was leaving you rapidly. Already, you could feel your legs give in to the exertion. Not to mention the red-hot pain burning through you.

Standing. You just wanted to stand by the window.

You had to turn around. The last thing you wanted was for Tobirama - or anyone, for that matter - to find you crumbled in front of the window. They’d ask questions you didn’t want to answer.

With a hiss, you began your martyrdom back to your bed. By the time you arrived, you felt ready to pass out from both exhaustion and agony alike.

Still, you refused to lie down again. You wanted to keep looking out of the window. Focus on anything that didn't remind you of everything that happened to you. Therefore you opted to simply sit on the edge and gaze outside, marvel the night sky. When last had you seen the stars?

The second dose of the leash had been quite different. Since Tobirama had put you to sleep, the effects of the drug had taken place in your dreams entirely: vivid scenes, nightmares your deranged mind would cook up from memories and physical sensations alike. Since the latter had been mostly absent, it left the focus on the former; unfortunately it had an extremely rich stock to draw inspiration from. What few pleasant ones you had made were overshadowed by the hell you were running through again.

It just was so real. Everything. Real - and in bizarre forms even worse, thanks to the drug. Your tormentors had you in their grasp again, they were forcing you down on the dreaded table again. The restrains were biting into your skin as you fought bitterly against them, but it was futile. It was all futile and you had no choice but to relive all the torture again, every knife that cut you, ever drill that went into your bone, your skull, the saw at your ribs, the kunai they had stuck into your abdomen-

You closed your eyes and drew a deep breath.

Still - recovery was a tad bit faster. You knew they were hallucinations quickly. And as soon as the effect began to wane, the sleep was powerful enough to put you to rest. In a way, that was better.

A little bit.

And because it was artificial sleep, you wouldn't wake and nobody would hear your screams.

That was a relief.

You were going to relieve torture for as long as you were tethered to the leash - over and over again, in horribly deranged ways. Tears were flowing down your cheeks again as you sniffled, rubbing your hands over your face.

You'd endure.

You had endured so much now.

This was just in your head.

You started to take deep breaths in order to soothe yourself when suddenly, the silence was cut through harshly, eliciting a surprised yelp from you and a slight flail of your arms as you tried not to slide off the bed.

"You are supposed to be resting." Tobirama's baritone voice behind you was stern - leaving no question about how displeased he was to see you like this.

Before you could speak he had rounded the bed to stand next to you and stare you down with a frown etched into his forehead, the scarlet gaze miffed. You closed your eyes briefly and found you had grasped for your chest instinctively. "T-Tobirama," you breathed, "Maybe a knock next time…" Where had he placed the hiraishin seal?

Tobirama ignored your quip after having gotten a real look at you, and not just your back - you wanted to squirm away from the thorough glance he was giving you. Too late. You must've looked bad since you didn't pass muster - "Y/n?" He knitted his eyebrows, his expression softening. "What's going on?" He kneeled down next to you.

Inwardly, you cursed yourself - you didn't want Tobirama to see you like this. He had enough to carry as it was. He didn't need to worry more about you as it was. And you didn't want to be weak. Sitting alone in a hospital room with bloodshot, wet eyes, heaving sobs and drawing heavy breaths.

You were a shinobi, for crying out loud.

You broke a weak smile and shook your head. "Just a few bad thoughts, is all." That was a bold understatement. But you knew 'nothing' wasn't going to pass by him. You extended a hand Tobirama took cautiously, still studying your face thoroughly for any sign of a lie. "Honestly." You reinforced. Well, you didn't lie.

The way his eyelids narrowed indicated he still wasn't quite sure if he was sold on that, but lucky for you, there was something else bothering him: "Lie down again," he instructed, softer this time but with no less firmness. You rolled your eyes now since that hadn’t passed your mind exactly. He already drew in a deep breath, no doubt to prepare himself to argue with any protest, but when he rose up to reach under your knees and help your legs into the back, you didn't resist at all. The exhaustion had gotten to you, after all, and lying down would feel better now.

"Thank you," you breathed once you were flat against the mattress again. Still, you didn't want to lie down completely just yet - so you opted to try to shift up on your elbows to rest on the headboard of the bed with your back. From the corner of your eye you saw Tobirama half opening his mouth, probably to protest, but he was cut short when you grimaced as searing hot pain shot through your chest and arms and you sunk down with a yelp.

Tobirama frowned again now, eyelids narrowed. "Are you in pain?" His voice was less soft now as the worry broke through more. He took a seat on the side of the bed again, but his hand was reaching for your abdomen, pushing the gown up enough to place it on your skin.

"Tobirama," you protested, but he flat out ignored you.

His touch felt warm, his calloused hand rough on your soft skin. You knew what he wanted to do and inwardly sighed - already, his chakra was pelting your network in a smooth, familiar way. A welcome, soothing sensation - even with how paralyzsed yours was, you wouldn't deny that. You responded in kind as best you could, momentarily. However he intensified the connection quickly and it became more of an examination. Immediately he'd become aware of all the aches and damages you still had to repair from the torture. Maybe some new damages from your latest stunt. You really hoped not. He'd be royally pissed.

Even so, you rolled your eyes at his action, but you did your best to let your expression mellow somewhat after his inquiry and you attempted another smile that you knew didn't reach your eyes.

One of your hands came to rest on Tobirama's, whose frown deepened now. "Y/n", his stern voice was more demanding, "Tell me." He definitely had caught on to your ruse.

Besides, with his examination, it was pointless to outright lie. Still, you didn't want him to worry more. You knew he did that plenty already.

You knew the whole ordeal was as much hell to him as it was to you.

You sighed then. "I'm-", you started, then you shrugged awkwardly. "It's bearable. Honestly."

He huffed sarcastically in response, "I can see that." Then, he shifted so he'd face your side more to put his other hand on your abdomen and then closed his eyes. You felt his chakra swell.

"Tobirama," you protested again more sternly now, raising a hand to lay over his and shove at them. He needed his energy for something else. Your wounds will heal in time. Heck, there were healers here. He didn't need to burden himself more.

"No." He cut the discussion short with a decisively stern tone, practically a growl, earning him an exasperated groan from you. Any further resistance would result in a lecture, you sarcastically realised. You rolled your eyes again and briefly wondered what he'd do if you flicked your finger at his facial marking on his left cheek. He'd probably shout at you.

Then, the healing started to kick in slowly.

Very carefully he began to tend to the many injuries of varying age that you had suffered from - Hashirama and he had laid the foundation when you first arrived back in Konoha. Their work had paid off, the healing process had kicked in nicely. But in your malnourished state, you'd recover slowly - and there still was the fact to consider that you had been exposed to sloppy, intense manipulation for weeks in which they kept you alive.

Alive. Nothing more. That much Tobirama would be seeing once more. You felt it every time you moved.

He still needed to be careful and not overdo it to not cause you distress or worse, symptoms of extensive chakra manipulation - but enough time had passed to heal some more damages. You knew because Mito had talked about this - and while your skill at healing jutsu was basic, you knew enough. Meticulously he tended to each injury as best he could, expanding on his own and his brother's work. Sometimes microscopically tearing down tissue of inferior quality to let it regrow better and reduce the scar tissue overall, sometimes rebuilding where the body hadn’t begun to heal at all. The worst damage was to your muscles - seeing how they weren't vital organs, they had been neglected most during your captivity. Here, Tobirama took quite some time to amplify, heal, cut down or redirect, much like a gardener tending to the plants. It was like surgery at the smallest possible size; the efforts were tiny, though with time - and rest - they’d pay off well.

You almost groaned from the thoroughly comfortable feeling that was settling into your body. A procedure like this was like a healing massage of your being as a whole, tuning down the pain quite a bit and at the same time making you feel refreshed - something you had been unable to before, due to the 'leash'. The hand that had tried to push Tobirama's away from your abdomen was patting them now.

"Thank you," you uttered when he was finished, smirking then. Now, it reached your eyes. "You stubborn man."

Tobirama enclosed your hand briefly in his while he huffed. A smirk stretched his lips in a smug gesture. Still, there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Then he pulled back to cover you in a blanket. "No more than you."

You had to laugh a little at that. Then, you became more somber. "You need your energy for other things. I'll heal, eventually. And you know, there are medical nin here." A wink. And a more serious reminder at what truly was important.

Tobirama snorted again. You knew precisely how he thought about placing important tasks out of his hand. His answer didn't surprise you. "I assure you, I have enough energy for every task I need to perform, Y/n," he countered evenly and firm enough to indicate he wouldn’t sway on this.

You rolled your eyes again. In fact, if his tone was any indication, that was a discussion you were not having, now. Or ever.

Tobirama then shifted a little and frowned again. He opened his mouth and closed it again. There still was a question burning under his skin, you knew. And you really hoped you could answer without breaking into tears again.

He tried to make his deep voice as soft as possible. And ask in a smart, roundabout way. "How have you been doing?"

You gulped a little, but arched an eyebrow of your own to indicate you'd seen through his intention right away. You wouldn't let that be taken from you. Tobirama frowned a little, likely picking up on the dichotomy. "It's - it's difficult," you admitted eventually after trying to scrap every description of 'nightmare', 'torment' and 'horror' from your explanation. Tobirama didn't need to know more details. "But I will manage." Besides, lying was a futile effort with him, anyway.

Tobirama's arms crossed in front of his chest as he hung his head momentarily. His shoulders had tensed and when he looked back up, his face was scrunched up in a frown again. "Is there anything I can do?"

The frustration in his question was tangible.

You were surprised he didn't ask for details - but then he knew you well, of course. You'd talk when you wanted to.

Frankly with the time he probably had spent researching this drug, he was aware of the effects it caused - what you were going through.

You smiled weakly and freed your arm from the blanket to hold your palm up for him to take, which he immediately and firmly did. His warmth alone was soothing.

"I'm going to be fine, Tobirama. It's just in here," you tapped your forehead with your other hand, noticing your movements were less painful now - sure, the aches were still there, but duller. That was comforting. They would flare up again - but you'd enjoy this moment. "Still, it's good you put me to sleep after."

So nobody might hear you.

His lips turned down in an almost helpless fashion as his thumb stroked your hand gently and he let his chakra pelt yours tenderly. His gaze on you was glossy, almost. "Alright."

Your heart ached.

You both knew there was little to be done at this point except finding the antidote, as fast as possible.

"How are you doing, Tobirama?", you inquired then, a question you had been wondering about since noticing he actually came by in the middle of the night. You could only guess at how he felt, but of course you knew him well enough to paint a pretty picture of his emotional landscape right now.

The dark rings under his eyes bore witness to that.

Tobirama merely quirked up an eyebrow, snorting a little. "It's difficult," he answered, a little ironically.

You had to roll your eyes now. "Are you taking care of yourself, Tobi?" Now was your turn to become more stern as you made another attempt to sit up at the headboard of the bed to get more on eye-level with him.

Which Tobirama shut down quickly with his free hand on your chest pressing it down and shaking his head. "Better than you, it seems," and already, his voice stern again.

You half had a mind to be stubborn and get up anyway, but it was ridiculous how easily he flattened your chest against the mattress again when he felt the resistance. You huffed, he gave a grunt. "Right, sitting up will seriously hamper my recovery-", you began.

He shifted again so he'd face you more, an eyebrow rising slowly. You knew that face. Time for a lecture. You wanted to sigh. "You've already sat on the side of the bed, you were clearly in pain - no, don't deny it-" he held up his free hand when you opened your mouth, "- there is no way you weren't with what I've seen - and that curtain," he gestured for the window, "didn't just open itself miraculously."

You were speechless.

"Unless you devised a way to pull it back from here." His head tilted forward questioningly.

"I used a wind release jutsu." You snorted, tone sarcastic.

"You sure did." He was entirely unimpressed, but he had the decency to not point out that right now, you weren't using any jutsu at all.

"I could've easily sat up now," you pouted then finally, dropping the act. You were quite thankful Tobirama just scolded you for getting up - and did not ask why you'd take such a painful endeavour upon you.

"I know," he replied evenly, holding your hand a little bit tighter now while still stroking it softly. His expression mellowed again, his voice became pleading. Firm still, but the scolding tone had vanished - momentarily you wondered if he had guessed why you had been sitting and that was why he was showing leniency. "You still need to rest, Y/n. There is…," he paused, taking a deep breath, "a lot of damage that still needs to be tended to. We've just started patching you up. Don't aggravate it."

You sighed. "You changed the topic."

He snorted, but smiled slightly for being called out so easily. "I'm taking care of myself, Y/n."

"When was the last time you slept? Ate?", you asked then, frowning.

He sighed exasperatedly. "Y/n, don't worry about me, please." 'Worry about yourself' is probably what he had wanted to add there with the way he gazed back at you - there was desperation in that.

You knew, then - he didn't want you to see it.

Plus, the fact he didn't answer the question said it all, really.

"Tobirama…", you scolded, your frown deepening. "I can't force you to rest - like you can -"

"Y/n, you-" his voice's volume rose again.

"- but you damn promise me, you're going to take care of yourself. Or else." Your stare bore into his eyes in the exact same fashion his did.

You both held each other's looks in what seemed to be a duel before Tobirama gave an exasperated sigh. "I will, Y/n."

You smiled then, immediately mellowing. "Thank you."

Suddenly, Tobirama released your hand and shifted forward. Both of his arms reached under your thin chest to enclose you in a tight embrace as he buried his face in the side of your neck. You were flabbergasted - it was rare he did something like this. The both of you often settled for small gestures outside the privacy of your home - you both preferred letting your chakra mingle and graze over each other's network. It was your much more intimate and tender way of showing affection nobody else could see or know like you both did. But to feel Tobirama's chakra pelt over you and him hugging you this fiercely at the same time - it was special.

Your arms closed around him just as tight as his did around you. His heartbeat thundered against your chest and his breaths came deep, but fast.

"Tobirama?", you asked, now worried.

"You'll be alright," he answered. Taking another deep breath to inhale your scent, embrace you even firmer.

His voice - his voice had sounded perfectly desperate now.

You turned your head slightly to peck his cheek.

"I will be."

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Tobirama had embraced you fiercely for longer than he ever had in public. Semi-public, he reminded himself. It was night, and the hospital staff knew better than to come in there without a knock.

The truth was, the despair had been eating him away inwardly. Still was. To see your haggard body - to examine you and again recognise the vast damages they had inflicted upon you, over and over again - and to know you still were in lethal danger - it was driving him insane.

And yet there you had been, quipping about your in Tobirama's eyes irresponsible behaviour - after waking up from what probably had been a horror trip still.

You, his beautiful, strong woman - still undergoing regular doses of a torture drug - being herself.

Berating him on his health.

He would never, ever forgive himself if he lost you. His heart was bursting from anguish just knowing that possibility was out there.

No. He'd figure this leash out, he'd find the antidote. Holding you this close, he reaffirmed himself of this truth and his promise to you.

Eventually, he drew back slowly.

Your gaze had become a little tired.

"Sleep some," he instructed softly, his hand caressing your face.

"You too, please," you mumbled.

He leaned forward to place an utterly tender kiss on your lips. He couldn't yet. The experiments were over - he had results now he had to work with. "Soon." He wouldn't lie to you.

Fortunately, you had already fallen asleep.

He let his chakra flow over yours in a warm motion again gently before he took the blanket in both hands and put your arms under it. His heart skipped a few beats uncomfortably when he reminded himself that in a few hours, he will have to be back here no matter what. But for now, he used the hiraishin seal to teleport into the basement and swiftly made for the makeshift laboratory.

As he had expected, the contents of the leash were found exclusively in Konoha's forests. Three different herbs to be precise, all of them known for potent psychoactive qualities. Or, in layman's terms, used as drugs. So far, so good. The real trick of the leash - the reason why it was called that - was the chakra altering component. And there his problem started again. None of these herbs were known for anything like chakra disruption or slowing chakra flow in the body.

Tobirama damn near smashed a glass vial into the next wall.

He was confronted with his worst fear once more; not that he hadn't gathered enough evidence to that effect before already. But he had hoped to at least glean something of a lead in how the chakra altering part of the drug worked by identifying the chemical components of the drug. Again, luck wouldn’t be on his side. Now, the real trick would be to find out how the whole chakra component worked separately to these herbs. Researching that went beyond simple chemical experimentation.

Tobirama sat down in front of the small vial that still held a small amount of the leash and stared at it as if that might make it show him on its own. His hands raked through his hair. Truth be told, he had felt the chakra signature the substance emitted the same way Hashirama had when he first had singled out this drug - but he hadn't paid much attention to that yet. It wasn't so uncommon for substances or items really, chakra was a very versatile thing and could be used in many ways - paper bombs for example and many more different tools used in combat. Still, it gathered his attention more now.

"I must be mad," he mumbled to himself after an inspiration struck him.

He closed his eyes and tuned into his sensory skills, sending a potent, short wave of chakra through the vial in a way he'd search for enemies.

The result was, to say the least, interesting.

The substance was swirling, almost like an alive being. Tobirama's scarlet eyes flew open in shock.

He had never seen anything like this. To him, the vial was a tiny, sparkling beacon of chakra now - this thing wasn't just altered by chakra, it was loaded with it. Static, certainly, not flickering or flowing like an alive person’s should be - but stationary evidence to the fact someone had done something .

If this was possible, then that meant...

Tobirama's hand grasped around it to do the next thing he had never ever done before in his life: he tried to examine the contents of the vial much in the way a person was examined.

This time, the result wasn't as impressive. Of course, there was no network and no substance as such to feel or investigate. Still - Tobirama could sense the echo of the person that had synthesised the leash. Their signature - and through this echo, he could very vaguely guess at the alteration process that had taken place. It was so faint, Tobirama's head almost hurt trying to trace it down. He had to be careful - if he poured too much of his own chakra into this now, he'd destroy the drug. Besides, it wasn’t so much the signature of the maker he was interested in, but rather the structure of the drug - or rather, the chakra stored within.

Yet no matter how hard he tried, all he could make out was a confusing, ever-changing swirl of finely threaded chakra that was woven together in a clever pattern Tobirama couldn't grasp the slightest. Almost like a foreign language, flowing with no such thing as a thread to unravel it with - no key words he could make out. It fluttered, convulsed around the liquid it had been imbued into; locked in structure and yet eerily flexible.

This wasn't a subtle alteration of some herbal components.

This was more comparable to a damn bomb to the chakra network of a victim.

And it was dauntingly sophisticated.

Tobirama heaved a heavy sigh. The tight feeling had returned to his chest, constricting it while his heart burned painfully. It could barely get any worse. He sat the vial down and put both palms to his face, dragging them down slowly as he mindfully took deep breaths.

He'd get this.

His breaths were getting more rattled.

He just had to, there was no choice.

He forced his breath to even out again. The blood was rushing in his ears.

Numb, he rose to start setting up new experiments to determine the quantities of the three herbs in the leash - a mandatory, but simple task compared to all else now. His hands moved automatically as he prepared everything, his head felt heavy. Stuffed. There were so many things to consider, now.

He still couldn't rule out alteration of the herbs entirely; he still had no idea whether there was a jutsu involved. Or was the substance just imbued with chakra? Was it the chakra itself that caused the effects on you? Plain, simple, stored for a later usage? He had no answer to any of these questions. All he could do at this point was test it out. Again and again. Luckily, synthesising the base of the leash - the three herbs in the right quantities - would be a simple task after these experiments.

That was a small relief.

When all was up and running, he glanced at the clock. Just two hours were left before you needed the next dose. It was still night outside.

For the first time in days, Tobirama actually felt like he needed sleep.

He returned to your side at the very first rays of dawn from home after a short, dreamless nap using the hiraishin seal. In his hand the next dose in a closed vial.

You were in the beginnings of the withdrawal phase again, squirming slightly in the bed. Your skin was glistening from the sheen of sweat that had formed, but your eyes were closed. Perhaps you actually were asleep, or maybe you just didn't even try to fight the delirium off. Not that Tobirama could blame you. You looked paler than before, too; he knew it must be your blood pressure dropping - all signs pointing to the withdrawal setting in and your body repelling the disruption of your chakra network due to the leash. The systemic response was beginning.

With slumped shoulders, he walked closer to your bed when a new thought occurred to him.

All they had ever done was analyse the drug itself - and you, using their chakra. There still was an angle they hadn't yet tried: what your body itself had made of the chakra - the leash, really. Wordlessly, Tobirama turned around and slipped the vial back into his pocket to retrieve a few items: disinfectant, a tourniquet, a needle and three vials.

Right now, he might not be able to recreate whatever the creator of the leash had done to the substance with his chakra using his own, but perhaps whatever your body did to metabolise the substance might yield new information.

He was desperate. He knew it. This - this was desperate. But it was a small price to pay.

When he opened the door to your room again, he didn't make a sound and rounded your bed to sit by your side. Gingerly, he produced your weak arm from under the blanket. You stirred more then and your squirming increased, but your eyes didn't open. Tobirama gave you a brief once-over before he got to work. As usual, your weakened state caused his heart to ache again and the sorrow to flare. No, he'd never get used to seeing you like this. When the leash wore off, it’d always become worse - as what strength was being left in you was sapped away and you were even stripped of consciousness.

Likewise, strapping the tourniquet around your arm just showed off how agonisingly thin you were. When he flicked your cubital vein, your elbow felt sharp in his palm.

The sorrow was beginning to feel suffocating, really. Tobirama hated to be subject to his emotions like this - it was unlike him. And yet on the other hand, what else could he expect? He’d just learn to deal with it.

The moment the needle pierced your skin, you whimpered quietly, trying to wrench your arm out of his iron grip that he quickly reinforced. "I'm sorry," he whispered, already filling the second vial.

You had stilled again. He looked up again to find you gazing at him.

"Y/n," he breathed, furrowing his eyebrows sadly, but not letting go of your arm.

You hummed lowly in response. Either you had forgotten about the needle in your skin, or you didn't care.

When the last vial was full, he made quick work of pulling it out and disposing of it as well as quickly closing the wound.

Time for the far less easy part of his visit.

You must have known too, because your eyes closed again and you only gave a drawn out groan as you squirmed uneasily again.

Fortunately though, the matter went about the same as the last time - Tobirama soothed you as best he could with a calm voice and his hand on the back of your neck, though his heart felt heavy. You needed a moment again to work through it all before he placed the vial on your lips and you swallowed with two big gulps. By the time you stilled, he already had put you to sleep again, but not without giving you a gentle caress and then blindfolding you again.

He lingered a moment longer to find he picked up on someone standing in the doorway. His head snapped up.

Hashirama was gazing at you, wrought with the same sorrow Tobirama dealt with. "How is she?"

Tobirama's scarlet eyes fell back on you, enduring the anguish of the sight a moment longer before he forced himself up and shook his head. The vials with your blood he slipped into his pocket. He waved his brother out and followed him, closing the door as quiet as he could.

He walked for the laboratory again, his brother followed suit. "She's still quite weak. I've healed some of the damages a while ago, at least as much as her state would permit. Which wasn't more than… ground work."

Hashirama hummed thoughtfully. "In her malnourished state, her body's own healing capacity is severely hampered."

"Indeed. Add the lack of a functioning chakra network, and I have to admit I'm rather surprised she is not driven insane by the fact her life consists of sleep, nightmares, the onset of first powerlessness and then a delirium. Oh, and the few precious hours in which she is awake - which are ruined by the pains of her wounds." Tobirama's voice was dripping with cynicism. That was a joke, really - he knew you were suffering, badly. You hadn’t fooled him before.

Hashirama sighed and wisely decided to switch the topic. "What's your progress on the leash?"

Tobirama sighed. His shoulders slumped as his pace got a little slower. He might as well break the news now. "It's - it’s as we guessed. It’s all chakra based and very sophisticated, in fact," he pressed past his clenched teeth.

Hashirama caught up to him and placed a hand on Tobirama's shoulder. His gaze was burdened with worry. "Explain that to me."

Tobirama told him in detail about his findings earlier this morning, as well as the report from the interrogation unit. While he did, his heart began to hammer against his chest again, his nostrils flared. He felt fierce determination and hopeless agony at the same time.

Hashirama's expression had turned sorrowful while he listened to the explanation. His hand squeezed Tobirama's shoulder. "We'll figure this out. We always do."

Tobirama really wanted to latch onto his brother's optimism. Heck, by now he was beaten down enough to do it.

Just for a moment. He wouldn't admit it, though.

Hashirama smiled slightly then. "If there's one person in Konoha to figure this out, it's you."

And the healing effect died right there, then. Tobirama rolled his eyes then. "That's enough sap for one day, anija," he chided before turning and continuing their walk to the laboratory.

Hashirama sighed again and Tobirama knew his brother was probably drooping again in his famous way. He had no time for this stuff.

He flung the door open and reached for the vials containing your blood to place them on the rack on the bench.

Hashirama stood next to him, crossing his arms. "What is your plan?", he asked after a moment, having noticed the setup had changed since last he had been here.

"Ascertain in what quantities they used each of the three herbs. Then, I'll have the base from which they created the leash. After that…" Tobirama's hands gripped the edge of the bench. "I'm going to have to try to replicate the chakra alteration." He might as well be looking for a needle in a haystack.

Hashirama knew that too - he knew they still didn't know enough about the kind of alteration to even begin researching into a certain direction. His hand reached for one of the blood vials, which he grasped around and closed his eyes. Tobirama turned his head slightly to watch his brother work.

“What can you feel?”, he gruffly inquired when his brother wouldn’t speak.

Hashirama hummed thoughtfully. "I'm… not sure," he mumbled, reaching for the leash's vial to examine it in kind.

Tobirama stayed perfectly still.

"It feels different," he judged after a moment, "The substance definitely got metabolised in a way that altered the chakra that was in the original vial."

Tobirama frowned and now took one of the blood vials in hands, closing his eyes to examine it, as well. He proceeded the same way he had with the leash: a careful pulse to first check with sensory abilities. No response there. The signature must be too weak. That wasn’t surprising; given the small amount you’d ingest. Then, he tried to examine it closely, like he would if this was still flowing through your veins: there, he received an echo. It was yours; traces of your chakra clung to this blood. That much was to be expected. However when he concentrated harder and poured more of his own into it, he found another trace: it was the leash's. More precisely, its creator's. This time, it felt different though - not the delicate, confusing swirl of the drug itself. This felt sharp - stingy, as though it had hooked onto your blood and ripped everything your blood was passing through. Sharp daggers of chakra that had latched themselves onto your cells to damage all the came into contact with.

Tobirama opened his eyes again, slowly.

"This is…" he uttered slowly, awed - but in a horrified way.

"... unlike anything I've seen before." Hashirama finished for him, placing both vials in the rack again. His tone was grave.

Tobirama placed your blood back on the rack as well, his heart's rhythm pounding in his ears.

Hashirama had turned around to lean against the bench and crossed his arms. "Tobirama," he finally started.

Tobirama gave him a curt grunt.

"It might be worthwhile to take another blood sample now," he suggested, turning his glance towards Tobirama. "I'm fairly certain we'd find the drug was acting different in her blood now."

Tobirama nodded slowly, still focusing on taking even, deep breaths before he shoved off the bench. This would very likely reflect in your nightmares - guilt churned in his gut already. Yet there was no other way, and the information was invaluable. "I'll do it."

"No," Hashirama cut in sternly. "You will go home and get more sleep now. You look awful, brother." Already, his brother was heading for the lab door.

Anger flared in Tobirama. He couldn't be serious. He contemplated simply using the hiraishin seal to get to you immediately, but Hashirama suddenly stopped.

"Go, Tobirama. You set everything up here. I'm more than capable of taking blood from Y/n." His voice left little room for discussion.

He crossed his arms and scowled at his brother. "Don't agonize her, anija," he warned scaldingly, then he took off for home.

He didn't want to. But Hashirama was right. And for the task ahead, Tobirama needed the sharpest mind he could ever have. That wasn't to say that when he was home, the crushing sense of forlornness gripped him like the heartache did. He missed you. So much. The bed felt colder without you in it, and the thought that unless he replicated the leash in the next six days, it would become a lot colder - for the rest of his life. It felt like a rock that was crushing his chest. He showered in hopes of alleviating the feeling somehow, but it was futile.

His sleep was short - he would not allow himself a second longer than he'd be idle otherwise.

Just a couple of hours later, he was back in the laboratory, pleased to find not three, but six vials of your blood on the rack next to the leash.

He got to work immediately. The analysis of your second blood sample was different indeed: the leash's chakra was latched to your blood nonetheless, but it was not the stingy, cutting thing he had recognized earlier: right now it felt fuzzy, almost like pollen. Clogging and heavy.

It fitted, of course - in your chakra network, this was causing the muteness they had witnessed; the muzzle that was ensnaring it after indigestion. And the way the leash seemed to change perfectly explained why it would cause the effects they witnessed later in you: disruption not only to your chakra network, but quite literal damage to you as your body tries to repel it once your own chakra awakens again.

Tobirama cursed quite colorful profanities at whoever had devised such a sophisticated way of using chakra in a substance. He still had no idea how - if - the psychotropic agents played into all this but at least this was lead.

After having verified the quantities of each herb in the leash he set up to craft a large amount of a solution he now called the basis of the leash. It wasn't a complicated process as such; given the fact the herbs used were not so uncommon in Konoha's shinobi forces, so all Tobirama had to do was tap the hospital's supplies for more. Not long after, he stood in front of a large glass bottle filled to the brim with the basis.

Now, to create the actual leash.

He never had done anything like this. Using chakra to craft an item was one thing - usually there were seals involved that described a certain effect; but these needed activation and wouldn’t trigger upon indigestion by a victim. Things like chakra chains also interacted with a victim’s chakra but only so long as they held them - this drug worked, as far as Tobirama knew, simply by being drunk once until the victim was given it again or… killed. In fact - to imbue a liquid with chakra in such a fashion that it remained changeable, responsive to an organism - he had no idea where to even start. His first attempts all ended up with the basis either boiling or the solved, herbal contents beginning to break down and flocking to the bottom of the vial. Tobirama opted to try the same with plain water, but was entirely unable to even store a shred of chakra in it. The herbs were necessary, apparently. It didn’t surprise him - the chakra seemed to have been latched to something, it must be the herbs, then.

The frustration culminated in Tobirama snagging the vial with the water off the table and smashing it against the wall in a fluid motion where it shattered into a thousand pieces.

This was all so frustrating.

He didn't even know if he was on the right path - if a jutsu was involved here, he could try all he wanted. He’d never pull anything off. Where to even start with such a jutsu? Or maybe a seal, actually? But if there was some other trick behind it, then he’d have to figure that out, otherwise he'd never synthesise the leash and you-

He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose.

Easy, now.

It was a far-fetched guess, but involvement of a jutsu could’ve possibly resulted in a bigger resonance of the creator’s chakra signature. Such was the nature of huge releases of energy to his sensor skills. The leash barely gave off anything, so that seemed unlikely. That left the option of a seal. But if a seal was used then certainly first there’d have to be something to seal off - some kind of chakra.

Which meant somehow, the chakra had been stored in there.

All Tobirama could think of at this point was the way medic shinobi treated their patients: no special jutsu involved but rather establishing a deep connection to the other person’s body, their chakra network; and after examination they’d alter the body with their own chakra, letting it flow freely into the patient. If he were to start viewing the vial like that, he might get somewhere - and if he thought about what he wanted to do - create a drug that near muted the victim’s chakra network, later become disruptive to it - maybe it’d work.

By the end of his patience with the laboratory, he had managed to produce a substance that contained his chakra to a certain degree. It was nowhere near as intricate as the leash itself, but the effect Tobirama thought he had poured in there might at least alter a person's chakra flow. At least it would have done so were the fluid a living person and he were to affect their network. Truth be told, this endeavour had felt like chiselling a statue from a rock with a fork alone. This couldn’t be right; the process of creating this in greater quantities would be a head-splitting process. Not to mention, this wouldn’t cause a disruptive effect in the slightest.

Still. He could take this to the interrogation unit, now. And hope they had some more answers by now.

He still had a little bit of time before you'd wake.

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puppywritings · 4 years

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stargazers

pairing: jung jaehyun x male reader word count: 1412 description: when jaehyun finds out that you’ve never seen the stars, free of light pollution and in all their shining glory, he decides that this desperately needs to change. masterlist consider buying me a coffee!

You wished - just for one night - that you could have a few peaceful hours to yourself.

The clock read 19:31 when the knocking at your door began, and you had no doubts who it was. There was only one person who would be demanding your attention at this hour; Jung Jaehyun.

It had been around a month since Jaehyun moved into your apartment complex, directly across the hall from you. You remembered the day with clarity. You weren't expecting anyone to be moving in, because you had no idea that someone had just moved out. You had never been on speaking terms with your neighbours. Until Jaehyun came along, that is. You had been returning home while Jaehyun was moving in. "Hey, I'm Jaehyun," he had introduced himself. "I guess we're neighbours now. Do you know any good restaurants in the area? I'm starving." And the rest was history.

You didn't realise how lonely you were before Jaehyun came into your life. His friendship filled a hole in your life that you didn't know existed. Before he arrived, you supposed your life was quite lonely. You went to class, you studied, you worked your part-time job to afford your absolutely astronomical rent. And you did very little outside of these engagements. And then Jaehyun, new to the city and entirely friendless, took it upon himself to make your acquaintance, and hadn't left you alone since. You missed your alone time, a little bit, but it was nice to have company.

You pulled open your door, revealing the man himself. His light brown hair was gently tousled, and his plain black t-shirt complimented his broad shoulders. “You know what I hate about this city?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

You blinked. “People usually begin conversations with ‘hello.’”

“Hello, Y/N. You know what I hate about this city?”

“What do you hate about this city, Jaehyun?” you indulged him, retreating back into your apartment and allowing him to follow, as had become commonplace in your impromptu hangout sessions.

He flopped onto your couch, legs up on the coffee table as if he were in his own home. “The streetlights are so bright, you can barely see the stars.”

You pondered this for a moment, as you joined him on your couch. You’d lived in the city your whole life; it had never really occurred to you how bright the stars might be elsewhere. You could see the stars, for sure. There were a few scattered loosely across the sky, only visible on clear nights. But they definitely didn’t fill the sky like a generously seasoned meal, like you saw in drawings or cartoons.

“I don’t really know any different,” you told Jaehyun. “I’ve never really left the city.”

Jaehyun’s stunned silence surprised you a little. He was staring at you, mouth agape. You laughed nervously, “What?”

He shook his head at you. “Never seen the stars, never been kissed. Is there anything you have done, Y/N?”

You looked away from him instantly, feeling a little humiliated. “C’mon, you didn’t need to bring that up.”

“But it’s so fun,” he retaliated. “You blush every time I mention it.”

“Because you’re embarrassing me!” you groan, hiding your face in your hands. You felt so woefully inexperienced, and it made you bashful. Especially around Jaehyun, who was endlessly attractive and undoubtedly had tonnes of experience.

“It’s all in good fun,” Jaehyun said, nudging you lightly with his elbow.

“Fun for you, maybe,” you scoffed, still feeling the heat in your cheeks.

“Don’t be mad at me, dork,” he said. You peered up at him through your fingers as he stood up. “Come on, let’s go.”

“What?” you asked, lowering your hands.

“Let’s go for a drive,” he suggested. “See the stars.”

You laughed at the absurdity. “Jaehyun, it’s almost 8pm. I have a shift tomorrow morning.”

“We won’t be out too late. Please?” he begged.

Maybe you were too soft, but you just couldn’t deny him this request. “Fine. Let me grab my shoes.”

“Yes!” He pumped his fist in victory, and you smiled at the endearing action.

Thirty minutes later, you were sat in the passenger seat of Jaehyun’s car, your hand hanging out of the window, riding on the breeze. The cool air was a welcome reprise from the summer heat, and you cherished the relief. Now that you had overcame the city streets and bright highways, the roads were quiet, and it felt as though you and Jaehyun were the only people in the world. The two of you were comfortably silent, the radio blaring as the sun sank further and further down towards the horizon.

You looked over at your driving partner. The wind was mussing up his hair, leaving his forehead bare. His eyes were focused upon the road, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. You could see the concentration in his expression, and you studied his features. He was incredibly pretty, you couldn’t deny that.

He must’ve felt your eyes on him, because he glanced towards you for a moment, before looking back to the road. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you said, looking forwards. “Just admiring your pretty, pretty face,” you added mentally.

You relaxed, letting Jaehyun navigate with the help of his phone. By the time you reached your destination, the sun had fully sunk into the ground. You hadn’t even known this spot existed, and you distantly wondered how Jaehyun knew of its whereabouts. You had driven out of the city and deep into the hills, climbing higher and higher until you were elevated above the whole city. You left the car, walking towards the edge of the cliff.

The summer air was still warm, but cooler than in the peak of daytime. The lights of the city were still visible, but they felt so distant and so small. So many lives down there, reduced to tiny dots.

Jaehyun appeared next to you. “I come here, sometimes. When I need to clear my head.”

“It’s quiet,” you commented, and Jaehyun nodded in agreement.

“Look,” he said, indicating towards the sky.

You looked up, remembering the point of your trip. You let out an involuntary gasp when you saw the sky. It was filled with more stars than you could’ve imagined, spread generously across the dark canvas. Each one glittered, and you thought about how far away they were, yet how close they seemed.

Jaehyun took your hand, and you gasped again. You looked at him, meeting his eyes. Somehow, they were even more mesmerising than the night sky. Every single star seemed to be reflecting in his eyes; they sparkled, seeming so deep and endless. You couldn’t tear your gaze away. You were utterly enthralled.

His eyes slipped shut, and your trance broke. Your heart hammered as he moved towards you. Though you were nervous, you followed his lead, and waited for his lips to make contact with yours. You tightened your fists as your lips locked together, feeling a million fireworks explode within your chest. You were breathless when he pulled away.

“Why’d you kiss me?” you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

“It seemed like a good night for firsts,” he explained.

Jaehyun wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you leaned into him, looking back to the sky. Much like the stars, you felt infinite.

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shrubberylogistic · 4 years

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The F Word

No. Don’t say it.

I fingered my belly, bulging over the counter. My other hand grasped for the creamy muffins, coated in chocolate sauce. I flicked back my hair, ready for one more. I pushed the sugar-dusted surface past my lips. My tongue rolled. My cheeks bulged. My eyes closed, I moaned and grew wetter. So good...

Three bites was all I required. Soon I’d reduced the fist sized snack to a slither of crumbs. I let out a groan of self pity as my stomach growled in complaint, then a whimper of pleasure as the warmth drifted down. I was bloated and taut. My legs were quivering.

I’m hungry, I told myself. This is normal. This is necessary.

I licked the casing, desperate for every last sprinkle. My fingers were messy. I licked them too, a long draw of each. I let out a burp, sighing as I felt some of the pressure disperse from my belly. I no longer felt like I was about to blow. Now, I just felt heavy...and soft...

More food. I bit my lip. There were two more muffins left. Seizing them together, I squished them into a glob of chocolatey goodness, and thrust the deconstructed wave of flavours into my mouth. I chewed and swallowed, gasped, chewed and swallowed some more. I raised my face and drew a breath, shuddering in ecstasy. My hips wobbled. My bottom swayed with me. More crumbs tumbled into my cleavage, piling up in my overburdened bra. I was in bliss.

It’s okay, I reasoned with myself. You just need to go up a size or two. It’s no big deal.

But the straps were digging into my back. I fished for the clasp between my rolls and set myself free. My breasts rolled out, puffing up on top of my swollen tummy then cresting over to my sides. I glared down, mesmerised, before catching sight of a trail of crumbs. Lifting my boobs with a succulent smirk, I slid my tongue into my cleavage, gathering morsel and morsel of deliciousness. My weakening arms began to ache as the pressure of lifting my rack began to take its toll. I cocked a hip, rolled my shoulders, threw back my hair, and plunged my fingers into more helpings of gooey, doughy goodness.

‘Um...hello?’

I froze. I turned my paling face over my shoulder.

There was a man standing in the doorway to my apartment. I clasped my hands over my barely covered breasts, kicking aside the junk-laden bags from my shopping trip. I’d never bothered to shut the door behind me. I looked him up and down in placid shock. He was in a freshly ironed shirt, clutching a bouquet of roses. His stance was bashful, his face blushing. He smiled. His greeting was nervous. His thumb traced over his phone, I saw a picture of my complexion, beaming, angular...

“Am I in the right place?” he asked. “I’m looking for...”

My eyes rooted on the screen between his fingers. Oh god, I realised. My Tinder photos. We were meant to go out tonight. And he doesn’t recognise me because I’ve been getting so...

No.

“Oh...ermmm...that’s me. Hey,” I spluttered, every bit as embarrassed as he was. I forced a chocolate-spread smile. Beads of sugar sparkled across my cheeks. His eyes went wide as saucers. I tilted my head and tried to match that pose in my profile picture from that party years ago. I’d been trying to show off my earrings. I liked my earrings. I think they were buried in one of my drawers under a pile of snacks, somewhere. Now all he saw was sticky lips, and that queer little fold I could feel beneath my chin.

It’s nothing. It’s just an angle...

“Is this a good time?” he said, gently. “Errr, we could do this tomorrow...whatever’s cool with you...”

Tomorrow. I cringed. Yeah, the day I thought this was happening. I felt my spirits wallow. I was getting so sleepy. My bottomless binges were going longer and longer into the night, and I was losing all track of time. Tomorrow had become today.

“No!” I choked out instead. “I’m good, right now’s fine - I was just fixing myself a snack...and getting changed...”

I tried to show some semblance of having power over myself. I straightened my bra. I smoothed over my hair. A trail of crumbs trickled onto the floor.

“Err.” His eyes flickered down in disbelief. “I could come back...”

“No, no, this is fine. Ermm. You can go chill in my living room. I’ll make coffee!”

I jabbed a swollen finger, pointing between the piles of pizza boxes on my couch. He nodded, gave a thanks and scurried through the doorway, leaving me to let out the breath I’d been holding.

My mind was gyrating. My panties were a moistened, twisted mess. They kept their pale pink colour, though only for how much they were stretching over my ass. Shifting, I picked the strained knots from where they giving me a wedgie. The cotton lace raked the nerves up the inside of my thighs. I felt the tingle down my spine.

No, I hissed to myself. Not now...

I composed myself. I needed to clean up but there was no time. Not even for a shower. I’d just have to squeeze on some fresh clothes, lay on a splash of bodyspray and go as I was.

Go where?

I clawed some lucidity back from my food induced haze. I unstuck my thighs, and started to slowly lumber to my room. I remembered the messages. His name was Michael. We agreed he’d pick me up from my place. He was going to take me out to dinner.

Dinner. Oh god.

He said he knew a place that did the best seafood. I’d agreed. It sounded delicious. It looked expensive, but he was offering to pay. I could still sniff the waves of pearly aftershave. This guy was rich. Or at least, well-presented. Ivy League, Major League, something or other. The elite.

And now he was scraping through my leftover takeaways, trying to clear himself a space to sit. I peered through the crack in the door. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cleaned up. I blanched, realising how content I’d been just to sit around in my own garbage. A half eaten cheesecake lay on the table, a spoon rammed messily in the centre. Whipped cream smears were calcified on the wooden surface. He had his back turned, fluffing up a pulverised cushion.

God, he must think I’m pathetic...

I winced at the smell as I slinked out of sight. I tried to quieten my footfalls as my lumber turned into a waddle. I reached my room and flung open the wardrobe door. The hangars were empty. All my clothes lay in two piles at the bottom – the stuff that fit me, and...well...

I got down on my knees and fumbled through my blouses, leggings and skirts, breathing quickly and quietly. I snatched hold of a shirt in the corner and counted the buttons. Too many were missing. I tossed it aside and found a halter top. I tugged it and eyed the stretched-out lettering. Too trashy. I let it fall to the floor.

There was a dress folded over my computer chair. I’d got it on sale online, but I hadn’t got round to trying it on. Huffing, I hauled myself to my feet. My muscles grouched. My hair tumbled into my face, and I lowered my head as I dodged the mirror on the outside of the wardrobe door. It wasn’t my reflection I was hiding from.

It was that word. Even the thought of it. It was ruining me. My home was a mess, my career was in jeopardy. My body was turning from bulges of toned muscle to rolls of softened flab. Just a mention, and my appetite would ratchet from delicate to ferocious. My face would sweat. My skin would strain. My stomach would stretch.

I held the dress across my body, brow reddening with costernation. I tried to breathe. The bottom of my stomach jostled softly on top of my thighs. The lacy material looked woefully unyielding. If he saw me in this, what would he think? One word.

Just one mention – and I’d lose all control...

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gothamcityangst · 3 years

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Loki whump blease? 👉👈

Well, he's not DC/Batman but I'm on a Loki kick at the minute so what the heck and since you asked so nicely I'll do it. Hmmm, let's see. Loki getting whipped by Thanos I think will suffice. This is once again a thing I got a little carried away with.

Tw: Blood, whipping, implied abuse, Thanos being a little creepy.

Trying to stab Thanos hadn't been one of his better plans. It was a rather stupid thing to do but it was in his desperation. His desperation to see his brother safe, his desperation to see the Asgardians safe. All he wanted for them was mercy.

Rather unluckily for Loki, Thanos was a man of mercy.

The mercy he'd extended to the Odinson brothers was a bargain of sorts. He'd taken the Jotunheim along with him and in return, the new King of Agard would be spared with the rest of his people.

Thor has objected the best he could through the metal gag, Loki had found it somewhat endearing how hard Thor has tried to struggle. Loki looked back to his brother as he took the purple devils hand, his eyes hardened with resolve. Looking forwards he left them.

That small spaceship seemed so far away from what his cell was now. A small room with a few adornments. A bookshelf, a bed and some other mediocrities to keep his attention away from escaping. Admittedly the room had been nicer than his Asgard imprisonment but a cell was still a cell. Heavy metal shackles prohibited the use of his powers. His wrists were rubbed redraw, the occasional drop of blood dripping down to his feet.

The daughter he'd come to know as Proxima Midnight stepped into the room. The heavy metal door slammed behind her.

"Father wishes to have an audience with you."

"What does he want?" Loki twitched. Meetings with Thanos seldom left him free of some type of pain.

She remained silent, her blade tapped twice towards the door. Loki moved up from the bed.

Indentured servitude looked well on Loki, walking behind the woman in the small hallway. Loki was smart in that he knew when to play his hand. Even if he did somehow manage to overpower her it wouldn't be long before her siblings came running in. An opportunity to escape had yet to present itself.

He entered Thanos' throne room. The Titan was sat in the middle on his chair of stone and blood in his magnificent glory. Though Loki had seen it many times before he noticed the certain addition of a small wooden pole in front of him.

Loki scanned the room for a means of escape. The rest of his children stood to the side, their hands resting on their respective weapons. Loki had thought in his youth to be a sheep among the wolves but now he felt it, he felt it as their eyes remained on him.

The ground shook as the titan strode towards Loki, the golden shine of the infinity gauntlet was reflected on Loki's cheek as the Titan left his hand fall on his shoulder, inching ever so closer to his bruised neck.

"Loki. My godling. How long have you been in my service?"

"A matter of weeks my lord."

Loki had grown to detest that name. Thanos was not worthy of bearing such a title and yet he'd be blossoming with bruises if he didn't.

The title wasn't the only thing he'd suggested. Thanos had discussed several grotesque ways of serving him. Most of them involved the massacring of innocents. Other methods of serving him were too horrid to even discuss for Loki's taste. Thanos had stated on several occasions how his previous world had called him mad and Loki had begun to see why.

"And how many stones did I have before I gave you my mercy?"

"Two, my lord."

"And how many do I have now?"

"Still only two, my lord. I assure you this is only a minor setback. I can feel it in my magic that the next hunt will secure the stone you seek."

"Ebony, restrain him."

The cuffs threw him towards the pole, his hands were raised above his head, the position was forcing him to his knees. Before he knew it a knife has slashed away at his torso, ripping his thin shirt until they were little slithers on the floor.

"Step out of the room. He's not a threat."Loki struggled, turning his head to see what Thanos was planning to do.

Loki was lost in the sea of his intentions until the sound of leather cracking against stone made his mind go blank. An appetizer of what was to come.

"Your magic is the only thing that makes you worth my time. You’re nothing but a weak godling without it. And yet you disappointed me. Yet I still hunt for the stones."

The first slash stung his skin and leaving a wide area of heat behind, not enough to break but definitely enough to bruise. Loki could tell he was deliberately starting slow, the next lash coming in a minute after the first.

"It's been several weeks and you have purposefully been failing me. I offer you the power you seek and you still lie with your serpent tongue. I offer you a place by my side and you still try to lie and trick. I think perhaps I need to try a new method of motivation."

He aimed for the lower part of his back, the whips now becoming strong enough to draw blood. The occasional flick of the whip catching the very edge of his thighs. Loki used all of his godly might to avoid yelling. Or crying. Or give Thanos anything that might have satisfied him.

The whip flicked blood around with every stroke, Loki had long since given up his pride and yelled with each thrash. The proud and might god of mischief was reduced to a sobbing mess.

Loki thought back to the day of the ship massacre. He'd think about anything to avoid thinking about the sting in his back. He'd think about the days of old when he'd sit with Frigga in the Library with a hot tea on a winters evening while Thor and Odin were out hunting.

Soon it became too much. Thanos was slashing constantly, one after the other. The crack, the sound of the wetness that dropped to the floor. An eternity had passed before Loki finally realised no more pain was coming. Loki was vaguely aware of Thanos moving behind him.

"Look at yourself, godling."

Loki's shoulders tensed as he looked over his shoulder. His mouth falling agape upon seeing the damage. Loki was somewhat reminded of the early planting seasons on Asgard. The skin on his back was akin to that of a freshly ploughed field. Thick, oozing red lines were drawn from the nape of his neck to the curve of his spine. Horizontally, vertically and diagonally.

Loki fell against Thanos as he undid his wrist restraints. He brought Loki's pained face up to his own, his lips parted to beg for mercy only for Thanos to grab him by the chin.

"Little godling, do not fail me next time."

#loki laufeyson #Thanos #tw whipping #tw abuse #tw blood #whump #mmmm excellent #gg anon gg #loki odinson #Loki #G-C-A

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