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X-Men Fic (Rogue/Gambit) : Toys
A/N: Yes, this was inspired by that clip that's been going around of Gambit's VA for XM97 playing with action figures. I cannot believe this is what I'm writing for my first real fic for this fandom. Dear lord, forgive me for the shenanigans... also, unbeta'd. I just wanted to get it out into the world and be done with it.
I'll post this tomorrow on Ao3
Rated: T for suggestiveness
Summary: Rogue catches Remy playing with toy action figures of the X-Men. Shenanigans. Set in the 616 comic verse, but some fun meta-y references to XM97
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Toys
Upon arriving home, Rogue comes in through the open kitchen window because why bother with stairs when you can fly? It’s been a long day, a long week, a long life… All she wants to do is curl up on the couch with the cats and a trashy book and hopefully Remy’s home so she can get a back massage. Hell, forget the book, she’ll gamble for the massage first. Save the trashy for later.
She grins, thinking about her husband’s warm hands on her skin.
Remy is, indeed, home; standing at the kitchen island, his back turned towards the window, so engrossed in what he’s doing that he doesn’t hear her come in. And what he’s doing takes her by surprise.
The kitchen counter is covered in half open boxes, plastic containers, cardboard, and little zip ties. There are a good, half-dozen or so action figures all lined up in a semicircle; each one of them a well detailed, classically designed replica of, well… the X-Men. Oh, dear god, what did she walk into?
“I’ll take ya down in one slice, bub,” Remy says, holding the Wolverine figurine in one hand, his voice low as he attempts Logan’s gruff voice. Remy LeBeau is good at a lot of things, Rogue would be first to give you a list, but doing impressions is not one of them. She bites her lip, fascinated to see how this plays out. Remy grabs the Magento figurine as his voice shifts to imitate Erik. “You incels!” Remy screams; loud, exaggerated, and carefully enunciated. “How dare you try to take down me; the questionably dressed, ego too big for my helmet, Master of Magnetism?”
Rogue puts a hand up to her lips, holding back an amused snort. Oh, Remy…
Remy loses the impression as he lunges the Wolverine figurine at the Magneto one. The Magneto one floats away. “You fools! Don’ you remember I control the metal?” Shaking the Wolverine figurine violently, Remy lets out a feral scream and the figure is flung to the side, landing with a clatter in the sink.
Magneto is discarded for a moment as Remy picks up the Scott and Jean figurines. Scott has his hand to his visor while Jean has both her hands on the sides of her head. “Jean! I seem to have made a tactical error,” Remy cries in Scott’s no-nonsense voice. His voice then slides higher as he mimics Jean. “Scott, my telepathy. It out o’ whack! Oh, Scott!... Jean!… SCOTT!.... JEAN!!”
Rogue is dying inside. She holds herself tightly, trying as hard as she can not to burst out laughing.
Scott and Jean are shuffled into one hand as Remy picks up the Magneto figurine again. “Enough of this!” Remy says, back in the Magneto voice. He then lets out another dramatic scream as he tosses the Scott and Jean figurines onto the pile of boxes, scaring Oliver, who had been inspecting one of the twist ties.
He picks up the Storm figurine next, raising her arms to the ceiling. “An’ now you deal with Stormy, who will smite you with her lightning blasts.” He jolts the Storm hands into Magneto, making little sound effect lightning blasts as he does so. “Fool, I am impervious to lightning… How dat possible? Lightning an’ magnetism are not the same thing!... I can control static electricity!... Dat…still don’ make any sense!... Begone, weather witch!”
Rogue has tears in her eyes. She’s biting her lip so hard, it’s beginning to hurt. Thankfully, Remy is so lost in his make believe world that he can’t hear her snickering.
The Storm figurine is placed gently face down on the counter as Remy picks up the Gambit figurine. Rogue’s eyes grow wide, intensely waiting to see how this will play out…
“Ohh, you goin’ down now, mon ami,” Remy’s voice grows low and serious. He starts making explosion sound effects, as if the Gambit figurine is throwing little playing cards at the Magneto one. Remy then throws his head back in a villainous laugh as he goes back to the Magneto voice. “You seriously think a few mild explosions could ever touch me?”
Remy stops, and grins that cocky, beautiful grin of his. “Non, but it enough to keep you distracted.” He starts turning the Magneto figurine around, as if it’s confused. “See, I always gotta ace up my sleeve.”
In a quick second, he drops the Gambit figurine, and grabs the Rogue one. Her arm is out, one leg up, poised to fly. Remy slams the fist of the Rogue figurine into the Magneto one’s head. “Howdy, sugah.”
Rogue tilts her head, amused. Remy’s imitation of her own voice is so comically off, and yet incredibly endearing.
“How ‘bout you leave my family alone!” The Rogue figurine crashes into the Magneto one again. This time, Remy charges the Magneto figurine, causing it to glow purple. He tosses the charged Magneto figurine up, letting it explode in mid-air with a bang. The charred remains drop to the counter with a clang before it bounces into the trash next to the counter.
Remy then picks up the Gambit figurine and brings it in close to the Rogue one. “Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are when you’re punching people, chere?...Why don’t you shut up and kiss me, Remy…” Remy starts clicking the faces of the two figurines together, making little kiss-y noises and ‘mwa’ sounds as the action figures ‘make out’.
Rogue grins wildly, expecting nothing less. She crosses her arms across her chest, casually walking forward to let her presence be known. “Whatcha doing, sugah?”
Remy gives a startled jump, the figurines dropping out of his hand with a clatter. He’s not the least bit sorry he’s been caught, however, a devilish grin quickly sliding onto his lips. “Jus’ havin’ a bit of fun testing some of these toys that show sent us.” Rogue picks the destroyed Magneto figurine out of the trash. “Some of dem defective,” he says slyly.
“Defective huh?” She drops the figurine unceremoniously back into the trash and comes in close, wrapping her arms around his neck. She knows the show is a sore spot, no matter how much free merch they’ve gotten from it lately. “You still salty about all that?”
He lets out a grumble, but still wraps himself around her, just the way she likes. “Don’ act like you wouldn’t be, too, if they killed you off like dat. Middle of the first season, too. What’d I do to deserve dat?”
“They just knew you were the best one.” She runs her fingers through his hair. “Who else gonna go out in a fiery blaze of heroism like that?”
He smirks, though she can still see a hint of sadness in his eyes. “It was pretty epic, non?”
“The best…” She draws him in for a kiss, sweet and gentle and comforting. “Forget that show, Remy. That ain’t our life. This is.” She kisses him again, a little bit harder, grounding herself in his embrace. He had tortured himself wanting to keep watching that show, but she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She didn’t want to imagine herself going down a path she would never recover from. “Besides…” she says, trying to keep it light. “I’m sure season two will have me pulling your pretty ass back from the dead one way or the other. And if it doesn’t, you best bet I’ll get those writers fired and write it myself.”
“I ever tell you how sexy you are when pulling me back from the dead?”
“Shut up and kiss me, Remy.” He does and they do. Forget the massage tonight, they’re going straight to the trashy. She’s hungry to feel him everywhere tonight.
They break apart once again, breathing heavily as Rogue leans her forehead against his. “Hey, Remy?”
“Oui?”
“Why don’t we leave this mess for later and go play with some of the toys we’ve already got.”
He laughs into another kiss. “You always have de best ideas, chere…”
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Later…
In the stillness of the night, long after Remy’s fallen asleep, Rogue gets up for a glass of water.
The kitchen is how they left it hours ago, a mess of trash and action figures scattered around the room. The cats had gotten into some of it. Poor Scott had fallen to the ground. She picks him up, placing him next to Jean, giving him a little pat as she does so.
She wants to ignore the others. Wants to ignore the strange sensation it is to have your likeness in toy form. Still, she’s drawn to the little action figure her. She picks it up, inspecting it. It’s her old green and yellow uniform, one she hasn’t worn in years. She doesn’t even know where it is, probably having been trashed in some long ago fight. Unsurprisingly, the boobs are a little too big, the waist a little too small, and the hair a bit ridiculous. But it’s oddly still her. A little version her.
She looks down to the Gambit figurine and smiles. The trench coat, the staff, the ridiculously abbed pink breast plate. The cocky little grin. They got his likeness perfectly. And yet it doesn’t even hold a candle to the real thing.
“Love ya, Remy,” she says softly, as she takes the Rogue figurine and gives the Gambit figurine a kiss with it. She laughs at her own silliness, but still takes a moment to place the figurines together, resting against each other, as they should be.
She grabs her water and turns off the light and heads back to the bedroom, where she’ll soon curl up against her husband and fall asleep.
#xmen#x men 97#(sorta)#rogue#gambit#romy#anna marie lebeau#remy lebeau#roguegambit#romy fic#xmen fic#idk what else to tag it#s.o. writes things#good lord it's late#maybe that's a good thing#i'll just put this out in the world and maybe one of you will find it humorous#please let me keep playing with the toys - i'm still learning
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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.
ix. i'm so sick of running as fast as i can
— the one where they painted you out to be bad (so it's okay that you're mad).
warnings: fair warning you're going to be pissed, foul language, this one has more media between text and it's a little long. 2.3k words (+articles and a very long youtube thing!!)
currently playing: it's time to go by taylor swift!
masterlist ✢ next
By Alana Blake
YOU read it here first, friends. #YNCHARLES is still going strong even after the mess y/n found herself in during the Spanish Grand Prix weekend.
Rumor had it that after y/n's declarations where she said 'it was not serious' and 'she was just having fun', the Monegasque heartthrob dumped her immediately. This was fueled by the fact that we didn't see any pictures of them together during such weekend.
But sources have come to the rescue, letting us all know they're not broken up! "They talk every day for hours," our source said, "Both are still trying to keep it fun but more lowkey after everyone found out about the cheating."
RELATED: Victoria Presley's top five beauty hacks.
You would think that after a partner refers to you as a 'toy', dumping them is the best course of action, but apparently that doesn't apply to Mr. Leclerc who has "nothing but good things to say about y/n".
"He's excited to see her in New York before the Canada Grand Prix, they have it all planned out since she has her apartment back." The source added.
One thing is for sure, if we see y/n at the next Grand Prix, that's the big confirmation that they are together, since they blew their Elix cover by forcing them to end the contract.
SEE ALSO:
→ Victoria Presley's inauguration after party at the Grand Havana Room, you just had to be there.
→ Taylor Swift defends y/n y/ln: ''All of you have learned nothing!"
→ Aidan Kim on Charles Leclerc: "Never heard of him until my girlfriend cheated on me"
𝙂𝙊𝙏 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝘼𝙔? 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙒!
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Anonymous – 4 hr ago
They're both so shameless! and charles was liking tweets saying they were friends like he could really trick us.
kollhha – 3 hr ago
I hate her, Charles dump her ass for the love of god.
adriennewells – 40 min ago
no but seriously what is it about y/n that has men brainwashed?
Anonymous – 10 min ago
They WOULD be cute together, i don't think they're dating though.
June 10th, Los Angeles, California
You fit your life for the past months into two suitcases, and a carry on. Your room at Vic's house is messy and it feels strangely empty without your discarded shoes and dirty laundry on the floor. But it's time to go, you cannot impose your presence in this enormous house anymore. You have felt like an intruder since you started traveling to Formula 1 and coming back every week like this is your hotel and not your best friend's home.
"Are you really going back to New York?" Vic asks from behind you, voice low with sadness.
"Yes, Vic, I have to." you sigh, turning to meet her. She's dressed up in her fucsia workout gear, holding a light ring in her left hand and her phone in the right. Your flight leaves in the evening and you were hoping to have a meal with Vic before parting to the airport, but it looks like she's all booked.
"No you don't," she argues, entering the room. "Hollywood is here, y/n why do you need to go back to New York? You're an actress!"
You feel like a lot of things, except for an actress right now.
"I don't think Hollywood wants me right now, Vic," you say, going back to the unmade bed to lie down. You asked the cleaning lady if she could leave your room for last so you could finish picking your stuff up, and she agreed gently. "Plus, I really miss New York."
"y/n you haven't even visited my store, you can't go!" Vic's tone changes in octave, and it's not her whiny 'please don't do this' tone you're so used to. "I asked you for ONE favor and you're running to New York and you can't do even just that?"
"Woah, Vic, what the fuck?" you use your elbows as support to lean up and look at her. "Calm down. It's okay." you know her tantrum comes from the fact that she truly believes you could boost her beauty line sales and make her store a 'hot spot'. And it would work, for the wrong reasons. You don't want Vic being dragged down into this mess too. Mati and Charles are enough casualties.
"NO IT'S NOT!" Victoria is full-on yelling now, the light ring has been tossed aside. "I have given everything you've asked from me in the past months since your life started falling apart. I think I deserve something in return."
You ignore the bite of her words. She's angry, which is understandable to some level. She doesn't mean it, right? That she always expected something in return.
"Vic, listen, I know how important your store is to you. But I promise you, you don't want the attention I'm bringing to anyone close to me right now."
"Oh, so you're doing this for my own good now?" she scoffs, ponytail flying in the air as she turns around. "Are you fucking Charles Leclerc for his own good too? Or do men's reputations don't matter?" she spits.
You halt completely, halfway out of the mattress. "What did you say?"
"Oh, please y/n. You really want me to believe you don't want to be seen with me to 'protect me'" she throws the quotations in the air, "And yet you went on your pretty vacation with that bitch Matilde, and you talk to fucking Charles Leclerc every day!"
"Victoria, stop," your brain is a mix of anger, sadness and confusion. You’re having trouble catching up to the where the conversation is going. "That was different, Vic. In case you haven't noticed, things can't stop getting worse. My life is not good right now." You choke on the last words, because it's the first time you say such things out loud. You have never been more miserable.
Victoria scoffs yet again, and it’s a tear in your heart. She's really not backing off. "Of course your life isn't good y/n wah, wah. You have money and beauty and a pilot boyfriend, it sucks so much to be you!"
"Why are you so bothered about it? Why is Charles the main problem here?" you wipe the tears from your cheeks, scratching the skin with one of your rings. "Why the fuck are you acting like this?"
Everything was alright this morning at breakfast, when you reminded her you were leaving and your luggage was almost done. When you thanked her for taking you in and told her you could never really repay her support.
"Because you get everything you want all the time!" Victoria stomps to you, her face inches away when she stops. "You always get what you want no matter what. It didn't even matter that I said you view him as a fucking piece of meat! He still went after you."
The world moves in slow-motion as her words cascade on you. Your lungs close and your throat tightens again, and you want to fight the panic attack because you just know Victoria is not going to help you. How could she? If she's the one who betrayed you.
"How–Why–" you stutter, the hem of your shirt on your fist. You can fight this. "How could you do this to me?"
Victoria finally comes to the realization of what she let out, and covers her mouth. "y/n no– look–"
"Who told you about the ring?" your jaw is locked and you're trying not to lose focus. "How could you tell them about the ring?!"
"How could you not tell ME?! I'm your fucking best friend, you bitch!" she's raising her voice again, her surprise pushed aside because you're still fighting. "I had to find out through Aidan, months later."
The Cannes party. Of course.
You thought about asking her about it. Telling her it hurt you that she hung out so happily with Aidan when he was the reason you arrived at her house one night in February, frightened, sad, and confused. But you didn't because you trusted her. You would have trusted Victoria with your life at some point.
"It really is you, then," tears are streaming down your face again.
You feel stupid because only yesterday, in another rage-scroll through Twitter, you noticed people were already making theories about how it was Victoria who was selling information about you. And you felt so offended, how could they think your best friend would do that to you?
"How could you, Victoria? How could you make all that shit up?"
You talked to Victoria about the articles. You cried and told her you were sorry you didn’t let her in on the failed proposal, it was something you were still processing and couldn’t bring yourself to talk about, still wondering if it had been a mistake every now and then. You told her how sorry you felt to Charles because he just wanted to hang out with you—to be friends with you—and people marked him down as a home wrecker when he had nothing to do with it.
“It was definitely Mia though, wasn’t it?” She said as she rubbed your back and passed the box of tissues to you. “She always hated you, so weird. It was like she loved Aidan in a fucked up way.” Victoria even shuddered exaggeratedly, trying to make you laugh.
“Yeah I’m sure it was Mia, Aidan just won’t admit it.” You let her wipe your tears and smooth your hair down. Nobody could convince you that your ex-sister-in-law didn’t run to People and spewed shit. It was the most logical conclusion that Aidan was protecting his little sister.
This had been three days ago, she lied and made fun of you, to your face.
"So now I'm a liar? You are fucking Charles Leclerc! Or what, you expect me to believe all you do is hold hands and peck each other's cheeks?"
Again with Charles, it infuriates you.
"You told the press I'm a cheater! And I am NOT with Charles, God you're so stupid!"
"How would I know whether it's true or not? You never tell me anything anymore, do you? You don't care about me! I'm your best friend. I deserve to be your priority!"
"You deserve to rot in hell, you lying bitch." you don't even raise your voice anymore, "How could I ever love you?"
Victoria laughs, and your heart finally shatters. "I would do it again, y/n, because it's what you forced me to do."
The apartment is a mess, and you know it's on purpose. Your clothes are everywhere, the dirt from the plants you kept on the balcony is all over the floor, the coffee table is broken and your room looks like a hurricane passed through. Your coffee maker and your Specialty coffee both lie on the floor of the kitchen, and there is a horrible smell coming from the fridge. Aidan hasn't been gone long enough for things to rot to that extent, especially because every appliance is plugged in.
You don't want to look at the rest of the house, or your belongings. All you do is lean down to pick up your Moka pot, and make time to think, but you're unable to stand straight again. It's like the pain is pulling you down. How did your life become this?
A ruined apartment, a rejected engagement and a backstabbing best friend are things that happen in the movies. You would know. This wasn't supposed to happen to you.
Crying in that ruined kitchen, holding a Moka pot like it's your greatest treasure and not some piece of trash that you will never be able to use anymore, you get angry, furious. Because this is not your life and it was never supposed to be. And it's about time you start doing something about it.
You are sick of running. Of having people question you for not 'defending' yourself when you have no reason to be attacked in the first place. Relationships die, and yours had been past its time to be buried. Saying no is not a crime. And it never will be.
Victoria had burned her own thread with you in the worst way possible because you didn't make her the only person in your life. And you had overlooked every time you felt used by her, unloved, and tossed aside. Friends can break your heart too, and Victoria had ripped yours out of your chest.
Nobody has to tell you who you are, because you know. And you are nothing of what you've let tabloids, netizens and reporters say. You cannot keep running and you cannot keep hiding, and though you wish you had understood that earlier. It's never too late to pick yourself up.
Mildred and Walter are going to be pissed, but their advice was that you remained lowkey for however long it took Hollywood to get their next big scandal. Weeks, months, years.
And you're not about to scurry away into darkness like a rat.
FROM “JUST WATCH THIS” POSTED IN Y/N Y/LN'S YOUTUBE CHANNEL POSTED JUNE 12TH
[y/n,minute 01:30]: ❝...So I've finally decided to come here and tell you everything that has been happening for the past months. It's the truth, but whether you believe it is a personal choice.❞
[y/n,minute 05:56]: ❝It was a three-year dead-end relationship. You cannot, and should not, have a future with someone who laughs at your dreams, and tells you how you should behave and how to look to exalt him.❞
[y/n, minute 07:15]: ❝I said no. And I have not regret it for one second. I didn't tell anyone because I respect Aidan, although I don't think that is reciprocal by now.❞
[y/n, minute 10:01]: ❝I never cheated on him, and I know the source of those rumors. It breaks my heart to know that someone I trusted made up stuff about myself, and a part of my life that was so important to me. I am not telling you who it was, however, I will take legal action against them if the defamation continues.❞
[y/n, minute 14:54]: ❝Aidan decided to tell this person about our failed engagement, and I do not know if his intention was that this all became public. But I wish he'd been mature enough to handle it privately, like the adults we both are.❞
[y/n, minute 16:59]: ❝I started attending Formula 1 races because of an Ambassador contract I held with Elix until three days ago, when they decided to rescind it.❞
[y/n, minute 18:07]: ❝That's where I met both Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz, back in April. Since they are the drivers for Ferrari, we spent a lot of time in the same place, which led to us becoming friends.❞
[y/n, minute 19:04]: ❝Charles Leclerc is my friend and we are not romantically involved, I urge you to stop making stuff up about him too. He never messed with my past relationship, we did not know each other.❞
[y/n, minute 21:55]: ❝When all of this started, I believed—naively— that it could just die down on its own. I am an actress. I was not only 'Aidan Kim's girlfiend' and I am not only his ex-girlfriend now. I am y/n y/ln.❞
[y/n, minute 23:31]: ❝I should have spoken sooner. I should have shut everything down the moment I started feel miserable and out of control. But I also know, I was being crucified so badly because I am a woman.❞
[y/n, minute 26:00]: ❝You have made me feel miserable and anxious, I have suffered from panic attacks and sleepless nights. And I'm not saying this to make you all feel bad and regretful, because the one thing you lack the most is empathy.❞
[y/n, minute 28:45]: ❝But I want you all to think that, if it had been the other way around and Aidan hadn't wanted to marry me, you would have said 'he wasn't ready' and you would have let him move on and find "The One" in peace.❞
[y/n, minute 31:35]: ❝If it was Timothee Chalamet—whom I also have a deep appreciation for—doing RomComs and nothing more, you would call it 'his specialty' and never question his talent.❞
[y/n, minute 33:17]: ❝If I was a man, this wouldn't have killed my reputation.❞
[y/n, minute 36:21]: ❝I will not remain quiet anymore while you step on me and diminish my work. I do not owe anything to Aidan Kim except for the drama the past months have brought me.❞
[y/n, minute 38:11]: ❝I'm going to focus on the future. And I am well aware this will be continue to be a topic of conversation, but I am not scared anymore. Because I know who I am and who I can count on.❞
[y/n, minute 40:12]: ❝If it weren't for my fans, who have been fighting my battles so hard, I wouldn't be here either. They're here for me, and I can never repay such pure love.❞
[y/n, minute 42:22]: ❝If you watched up to here, I'm sure you're wondering whether you should believe all of this, and like I said, it's all up to you❞
[y/n, minute 44:50]: ❝I will not be speaking about Aidan Kim again, so I ask you to refrain from asking about him. It's all been said and done, and I'm eager to move on.❞
[END]
You are looking at the all the comments.
aidanbabes WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH EVEN ON
flowerbedkim Oh so now Aidan forced her to be with him? Bullshit. You are never saving your lying ass y/n, fuck you!!!!!
thatbitch123 You are absolutely right y/n if you were a man this wouldn’t have happened it's so sad
ynbabes2 my queen i waited for you to speak for so long!!! WE HAVE TO MOVE ON FROM THIS
leclercstar you all have made this girl's life absolute hell, i hope you never find peace!! I'm glad she's friends with Charles and Carlos.
presleyvibes wait and you thank people but not Vic who let you stay at her house? you're an ungrateful bitch
albstappen I saw her pic with Lily Muni and I just knew she was one of the good ones
ynmybeloved EVERY TONGUE THAT RISES AGAINST YN SHALL FALL
kim41d4an IT'S YOUR WORD AGAINST AIDAN'S YOU CHEATING WHORE
June 12th, SoHo, New York.
You are trying to clean the mess around you as best you can. And although you could call someone to help you, sweeping and scrubbing keeps you busy and distracted. The first message you received after posting the video was from Mati a 'proud of you xx, tell me all about it later please!' text that made you take your first deep breath of the afternoon. You made an appointment with a doctor first thing in the morning, you want the panic to go away, you need it to.
Thoughts of how they're destroying you again, calling you a liar and a whore, swarm your brain and you try to toss them in the trash along with your ruined Dolce & Gabbana coat, mysteriously cut up with scissors. You told the truth, and not even the whole of it.
The video is being shown everywhere, you're sure you'll see it tomorrow in Good Morning America where they'll dissect every single move you make and every word that comes out of your mouth.
It's almost 9 pm when you finally stop wiping the apartment down, trying to get rid of every sign that Aidan Kim was ever inside it. It's not true that he paid for the apartment, you picked it yourself and made it a home and then he chose to come and live here, paying the rent once every three to five months. This is your home and you are reclaiming it.
Your phone rings and you take another deep breath before picking it up. Mildred and Walter have resorted to communicate with you through email, so you wonder who it is. Victoria called a few times during the weekend, left voicemails and text messages until you blocked her. Each of them with a new excuse and a more creative way to pin all of what she had done, on you.
It's a FaceTime call from Charles.
"Charlie!" you greet with a smile, before the image of him loads completely. "It's 3 am in Monaco, what the hell are you doing awake?"
Charles shrugs and you notice his bare shoulders, he's shirtless. You're suddenly self-conscious about the way you look. With your hair sticking up from the sweat, your greasy face and ragged shirt. It's a silly worry.
"I wanted to talk to you," he says, and you know he's tired. "I saw your video earlier, but I was doing something else."
"Oh, you saw that."
"I'm proud of you y/n, you are brave for speaking your mind like that. I know it must have taken some effort." Charles moves again and you see his chest, he's already in bed.
"Charles, go to sleep, we can talk about this later," you chuckle, heat is rising to your face.
"I wanted to see you y/n, it doesn't matter what time it is. And I really wanted to tell you I'm glad you posted that video."
"Thank you, Charlie. I should have done it sooner."
"The only one who knows what timing is right for you, is yourself."
"Yeah, I guess so." you sigh, you're exhausted too and you blame it more on the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through than deep cleaning your apartment.
"Are you tired?" he asks, suppressing a yawn.
"No more than you," you retort, but can't help yawning as well. It's a scientific fact that yawns are contagious. "Go to sleep, we can talk tomorrow."
You talked yesterday too, and the day before, and you cried so much on the phone again you thought he would eventually hang up until you calmed down. But Charles soothed you through the phone at 1 am Monaco time and told you to let it all out, and listened without interrupting you once how you called Aidan and Victoria every name in the book.
"Fine," Charles says, rubbing his left eye carelessly. "Will you give me a tour of your apartment tomorrow, then?"
"Yes! I finished cleaning it today!"
Charles laughs softly at your excitement. “We’ll talk tomorrow then, just because you need to sleep.”
“Sure I am the sleepy one,” you roll your eyes and Charles smiles, both dimples showing. “Goodnight Charlie, sweet dreams.” The last part you say it in a slightly mocking tone but Charles doesn’t take it as such, smile widening.
“Goodnight soleil,” he says and waits a few seconds for you to react to your newly given nickname before hanging up, anxious but satisfied.
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"The Puppy Problem"
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There comes a time in your life when baby fever hits you a little too hard. Leaving you fully convinced that the only thing you need right now is to have a child. To the point, that you get a little too obsessed and the only possible cure is to actually get the deed done. This is exactly what happened to my girlfriend who has continually tempted me this entire week. Despite us both working, I have explained that raising a child takes more than just two paychecks. It includes saving and planning and a whole lot of other adult stuff. In her defense, she responded that it would be more than enough and threw in some "girl math" to sweeten the deal. If you had only seen the horrendous look on my face as she explained her reasoning.
"I-... No... What? No... We are not having a baby... Now can you please get off me? I know what you're trying to do and I am not going to breed you in the heat of the moment... Especially, if you just want to have a baby... Why not? It's because we're still young... You can barely get out of bed... How do you expect us to function? Okay okay... I know our kids are going to look cute... but that's not a reason to have a kid right now... No... And that's final... Ughhh c'mon don't look at me like that... Seriously... No... It's too soon... You're not going to let this go, are you? Okay... I am going to regret this but... This is how it's going to go... We'll adopt a puppy and if we raise him right... and you can prove that you'll be a good mother then I will think about having a baby... Emphasis on thinking about it... Deal? Alright alright... get off me now... Hey! Hey! Stop grinding... Fucking sneaky..."
After working out the details of the arrangement, I dropped by our local animal shelter to adopt a puppy. During the adoption, they had mentioned him being 4 weeks old and a golden retriever mix. Not that I had much intention of choosing a specific breed, but more so choosing him because he looked like the sun. Golden fur and a jovial personality. If we wanted a kid so badly, I thought the pup should also be similar to the mother. In all honesty, I've always seen my girlfriend as a sort of pup herself seeing as how she circles around me every time I am home. Maybe having a pup will bring out a motherly side of her. Who knows? She might turn out to be a wonderful mother. On our way home, I bought a few things: puppy bowls, puppy food, collars, a puppy bed, and even puppy toys. You can tell that I went a little overboard with all of this. After carrying all the things in, my girlfriend comes rushing to the door all excited. She played with Sol for hours and even took naps together. Completely tuckered out. We named him "Sol" by the way. After tucking them both in, I snapped a few pictures before hitting the hay myself. A few weeks passed by, and we soon learned that raising a puppy wasn't all fun and games. It also meant bringing him to the vet, cleaning up his mess, and working around our schedules to give him the attention he needed. It left us little to no time to do the things we wanted.
"Hey hun... I'm going to take Sol for a walk... No, it's okay you should rest... I think you need it... You look really tired... Get some more sleep and I'll handle Sol... I know I know... I want to cuddle too but Sol needs his walk right now or he's going to get antsy... You know how he gets... Now get some rest, I'm going for a jog and will be back in two hours, alright? Love you too..."
As Sol got bigger, he became a little too much for her. The little guy grew up to be very active and would often tire her out when it came to playtime. Luckily enough, I was able to keep up with Sol and used our time together to get the extra cardio in. Eventually, as the weeks passed, it would mostly be me and Sol spending time together leaving her to be home alone most of the time. It sort of led me to neglect her. Not that I knew, it was more of her not wanting to complain. Her mood quickly soured whenever I played or praised Sol. I would often find her tugging at my shirt but never really saying what she wanted. I would have sat down and checked on her, but Sol was already pulling on his leash for his walk. After our regular two-hour session, Sol walked off to his bowl to gulp down some water before knocking out in his doggy bed. After reaching the living room, I soon found my girlfriend completely hammered after nearly completing an entire bottle of liquor.
"Woah woah... What's the occasion? I didn't know we were celebrating... Jeez, you nearly finished the whole thing... I can't believe you're drinking alcohol... To be honest, I'm surprised you're still standing after all that... Hun? You... seem... mad... Why are you mad? What? Wait a minute... Hold on... There's no need to shout... and this was your idea, wasn't it? You're the one that wanted a kid so badly... I was only giving us a test run... H-hun? Awww hun... There's no need to cry... I'm sorry... Okay okay... I'm starting to get it... You must've been... really... lonely, huh? Drinking your sorrows away... What? Did Sol make you jealous? Yeah? See? And parenting is a whole other ball game... The baby would keep us busy 24/7... We wouldn't even have time to cuddle... What am I going to do with you? Mmm... I have an idea... Follow me... C'mon right this way... Ah, don't worry about him... Sol is going to be out for a couple of hours... More than enough to make up for lost time... Hahahaha... It's fine... It's fine... Let me take care of you, okay?"
Fuck. In the end, I was so focused on raising Sol that I ended up neglecting her own feelings. Even if I did have good intentions, I guess a part of me really wanted it to work out knowing how badly she wanted a kid. But seeing her this sad broke my heart. I wanted to make it up to her. Who knows how long she must've been feeling this way? After entering our room, I quickly pushed her against the door. Locking lips; intertwining ourselves. Pining for one another as if we haven't seen each other in ages. As cheesy as it may sound, I needed her like I needed air. It had been quite a while since I last tasted her sending shivers down my spine. The urge to take a bite out of her. To hear her scream my name in pain and pleasure. And though I hesitated, I would soon feel her hands pulling me in. Tempting me to do whatever I please on a condition. It being that all the attention in the world must be placed on her. No phone call or emergency could distract me from her gaze. And so I bite. Not a second wasted before pressing my lips against hers; muffling her moans. I acted on my excitement. Leaving her literally breathless. Abruptly, I retreat giving her some way to catch her breath. Only to see the desperate look in her eyes as I pull away. Longing for me to fill the void that I had placed.
"You know... You're really cute when you look up at me like that... Hun? Hahahah... There's not a single thought behind those pretty puppy eyes of yours, huh? Alright... C'mon, stand up... We can't have you melting in my arms just yet... Follow me... Mhm... Sit right here... Let's just take these off, yeah? What pretty little panties you have on... Hm? What're we doing in front of the mirror? Well... You're just going to sit down and see for yourself... Fuck... me... This wet already? Just from a little kissing? That's so embarrassing... Put it in? Hahahah... Sweetie... There's no need to rush... Of course, I can slide my fingers in... It's just a matter of if I want to... God... You're just soaking right through them... Look at the mirror... See? Aren't you fucking pretty... Now now... If you even think about looking away, I'll stop completely... Yeah? Good... girl... That's it... Mmm... Look at how leaky you've become... So naughty... It's okay... It's understandable... I haven't had much time to touch myself either, you know? So I know what you're going through... That being said, I'll stop teasing... Thank you for waiting so patiently... Good things come to good girls that wait, no? And you're a good girl, are you not? Exactly... I'm glad you think that because I have a little something something for you... Mhm... A collar... Pretty, right? There's no need to be shy... As soon as you put it on I'll give you what you want, deal? Hahahah... See? Nothing to be ashamed about... Now... Why don't we fill you with fingers you love so so so much... Ohhh fuck... Too much? You say that but you're not telling me to stop, are you? Let's go a little deeper... Fill those pretty little holes... Mmph... Hahaha... Yeah? That's my girl... Shhhhh shhhhh it's okay... It's feels good, doesn't it? Look at you... gripping around my fingers... I know you missed me... but I'm right here hun... I can barely pull my fingers back... Don't wanna let go, huh...? Such a needy little girl... "
After seeing how sensitive she was from just the rubbing, I opted to taking a much slower approach. It would have been boring to have her concede so soon. Knowing that, I guided my middle finger down; easing her in until she was ready for another. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the second pressed up into her walls. Her once empty cunt now filled to the brim causing her to throw her head back. Shallow breathes to shakey motions. My other hand pulling her back into the gaze of the mirror. Forcing her to watch as I toy with her for my enjoyment. Stuttering moans and heavy breaths escape her lips. Failing to communicate between my pulsing fingers. My arms and legs coiled around her preventing any chance of escape.
"Hahahahaha... Uhm... What was that? Hun... You're gonna have to pull yourself together if you want the slightest chance of me understanding you... And what do you think you're doing? Stopping me all of a sudden... Ohhhh? A break? But we just started... I mean... This is what you wanted, no? And now you're telling me to stop? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't finger fuck you senseless right now... Huh? You're going to... what? Pee...? Hahahah... And, so what? I'm not scared of little waterworks... Awwww is the filthy little pup gonna piss herself... You poor thing... Must've been all that alcohol... What a way to bite yourself in the ass... Please? And if I say no? What if I wanna see you make mess out of yourself...? Hm? Anything? Really? Fine fine fine... You have yourself deal... Let's go to the bathroom, shall we? Oop- Before I forget... Where do I put that leash of mine? There we go... Just gonna put this on... and mhm... ready to go... Huh? Well... I'm bringing you to the bathroom, of course, silly... Joking? Me? Hahhaha... No no I'm dead serious... And all you have to do is keep your end of the deal... C'mon quickly... We wouldn't want to ruin the sheets more than we already have... The sooner we get this over with the better... So get on all fours... After all, you're just dumb little pup that doesn't know any better... How can I trust you to piss properly when I can't even leave you alone for a second? Now... be a good girl and crawl for me..."
With some reluctance, she made her way off the bed and to the floor. Her back perfectly arched leaving room for temptation to fuck her right then and there. She attempted to quickly scurry off to the bathroom to avoid any further embarrassment. But was brought to a complete halt as I tugged on her leash. In her confusion, I once again pulled to signal her back to me. Her gaze avoiding eye contact at all costs whilst questioning my motives.
"Well, aren't you excited? Hahahah... There's no need to rush... You should really know better, hun... We can't have you running off, can we? Let's take it slow... Mhm... You're doing such a good job... Almost there... Fuck... It's cute... The way your ass shakes with each step... I'm starting to think we should collar you more often... Would you like that? Hahaha I'm just kidding... Kinda... Here we are... Woah... Not yet sweetheart... You need to ask for permission... and then I'll let you piss... Good things come to good girls that wait, remember? Need to make sure that you're trained... Shake. You heard me... Shake. Good girl... Such a quick learner... Alright... Sit. Oh? Alright alright... Bark. What's the hold-up? C'mon, hun... Bark for me... Hahahah... Fuck... No no, you did good... You're allowed to piss now... but you have to piss like a mutt... Yes... Still on all fours... Raise your leg and piss... Embarrassing? Well... I could always stick my fingers in and mess with your insides until you piss yourself... No? Alright... so do your best..."
Relieving herself quickly took a turn for the worst as the golden liquid dribbled down her thigh. A rollercoaster of emotions were displayed before rivers of tears ran down her face. I found myself conflicted between guilt and the sick kick of her own embarrassment. Nonetheless, I was proud of her and praised her for her efforts. After wiping the tears, I hurridely ran a bath for the both us to better unwind from this interesting little experience. Unfortunately, my member was still fully erect. A particular part of me that couldn't really be ignored as it throbbed against her ass. I sat there in silence trying to repent for my crimes. But even then, she was gentle with me; easing me from my suffering. My cock that felt the cool sensation of the bath soon enveloped by her pulsing, hot cunt. Speaking too soon, I experienced a more insufferable punishment. We laid there motionless. God. I wanted to fuck her. But to risk ruining her mood even further would be a fate worse than hell itself. I was unsure of my disposition. Was she mad? Was that too much? I pulled gently on her collae to reveal the nape of her neck. Placing kisses awaiting some sort of response.
"I-... Uhm... S-sorry I really don't know what came over me... and if you're upset I completely understan- Huh? What... am I waiting for? What do you mean?"
My mind went blank over the course of this conversation. I was completely perplexed. Even after pissing herself, she had the audacity to question my determination. She sat there. Unsure of whether I was going to keep my word and take care of her or have her do all the work herself. In that instance, it would be said that I had completely lost, but I had my own pride for these sorta things. I honestly didn't give her enough credit. She wasn't just some puppy girl or frail princess. She was a lady. A lady with needs. It's not something complicated like a dog eat dog world. It's simpler than that. It is to use or be used. And how am I a man, if I were not to satisfy and fulfill those very needs. Fingers slipped through narrow openings and hooked their way around her collar pulling her down even deeper into my hips. The once, cold tension had subsided. Water violently splashed; spilling out from the sides due to shaking hips. The shrill shriek of her voice slightly choking. Truly a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Mmmph... Fuck... You don't understand how much I've missed this, baby... Aaa... God... I-I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I had spend another... FUCKING... week of not being able to touch you... Hahahah and from the looks of it... You feel the same way, huh? The way your pussy tightens every time I pull harder on your collar... Awww... Speak up, princess... Tell me how much you love it... Right here... Right now... I'll even reward you... Give you as many puppies as you want... Breed you over... and over... Fill your pretty little holes to the brim... No? Hahahaha a little too late for a no... A bit heartless even... Stopping me this late into the game... Do you not want puppies anymore? Not right now? Here I thought our kids were going to look cute... Well, you better do something quick... cause the closer I get I'm starting to think I really do want kids..."
Her splendid body towered over me as I lay watching in the tub. She straddled me but leaned in for a kiss before guiding my cock back into her. And here I thought, I had scared her with the whole bit but maybe she did want kids after all. At this point, I didn't really care. Nor was I in any position to stop her. Something was a bit off. A bit tighter than usual? I wanted to move but she had my arms in lockdown, asking for another minute to adjust. Even just kicking my leg up a bit would cause her to bite down into my shoulder. Maybe she came? After a while, I decided to do the moving on my own. Slow, shallow strokes. Fucking into her as if we had all the time in the world. Her bites slowly transitioned into moans muffled into my shoulder. She sunk deeper into my arms; placing kisses on her forehead. Reassuring her to leave everything to me. Nearing my limit, I grasped her waist with both hands before cumming into her. A euphonic blend of moans bounced off the bathroom walls which soon after was filled with laughter.
"Hahahah... I felt like I came buckets... That's kinda gross actually... I'll shut up... Hahahah... Youuuuu okay? We really have to find time for ourselves... I could always have the neighbor kids to walk Sol around... To be honest, why haven't we done that sooner? Right? Hahahah... Uhm I'm sorry for neglecting you... I should've checked on you sooner... Silly... I love you... I know how important having a kid was to you... so I wanted it to work... You know? I'm glad we got this sorted out... Now let's get you cleaned up! I don't want you catching a cold... And maybe... grab you a plan B... What do you mean no? You want to have a kid? But I came in you... I came in your... Oh... OHHHH! No wonder you were all flinch-y... That's kinda hot..."
After cleaning ourselves up, we took our time in bed to cuddle and talk about everything that happened. Luckily, Sol was still sleeping soundly in his bed by the time we were finished. It gave me more than enough time for us to reconnect and flirt. A kiss here and there. A little, spicy makeout session that almost turned into another round of explicit scenes. But I digress. I would even go on to tease her by calling her a "good girl". In my excitement, I guess I was a bit loud. That was when we heard scratching at the door. It was Sol pawing and whining wondering where we were. After opening the door, he would rush onto the bed and snuggle up to the mom. I quickly followed and joined the party. The three of us were happy and tuckered out after a long day. Who knows? Maybe one day soon, I wouldn't mind having a kid. Or two. Or... three.
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With love and lust,
Honey
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Hmmm Levi’s young daughter spills her ice cream cone all over herself and thinks he’s going to be mad. He’s always complaining about messes :/ and now her ice cream is gone and she’s so upset!
Levi’s such a big ‘ol softy that he just comforts her and doesn’t mind the mess. Bet he even gets her a new cone 🥺
Taaay this has sat here for months I'm sorry ILY. Also made a minor change as I had a quick idea and ran with it!
Content: Just under 1k words, not proof read, dad Levi fluff!
Ohh Levi hates messes. You yourself have learned to clean extremely well to keep him happy. Sunday is cleaning day and every other day you still keep things neat and organized. Once your daughter comes along, Levi has to learn to adjust because... messes happen. But one of you cleans it right away while the other tends to your daughter.
As she gets older Levi tries to teach her proper cleaning techniques, but it's hard for a six year old, you know? She does try because she loves getting his praises though. She cleans with you both and picks up after herself after playing and all the things you'd expect. Well, she tries, really. However...
Yep, there she goes again. Levis daughter is a clumsy little thing. You or he are always cleaning up after her. Messy with her toys, her arts and crafts, her food. And having her try to help clean it? No, please no, that makes it more of a mess.
You always tell her it's okay and to please be more careful. Levi after a hard days work can't always hide his exhaustion and she can hear it in his voice.
"Sorry daddy!" She's ready to cry and he has to quickly backtrack.
"It's okay pumpkin, daddies just tired." He pats her head and sends her away. He knows that she knows he hates messes and realizes she isn't doing it op purpose. But, how could he have such a naturally messy child?
After dinner one day while you're in the shower and Levi is washing dishes, your little one is sitting in the living room with the ice cream you put in a dish for her. Half way through her show, while it is on commercial, she decides she wants a cone.
"Honey, no, just eat from the dish." Levi says sternly, almost done with dishes.
"It's okay daddy, I can do it!" She puts her bowl on the counter and before he can stop her she's climbed up the counter. Somehow she makes it and pulls a cone from the box and sits on the counter, and with her tiny hands tries to scoop the half melted ice cream into the cone.
"Honey, no!" Levi stops what he's doing and hurries to dry his hands, worried about her falling.
She does not, but ice cream is now running all down her hands and shirt, and the counter.
Levi sighs and closes his eyes as she looks at him with teary ones.
"Why don't you listen to me? And how are you so fast?!" Is she just fast or is Levi getting slower?
She sits there crying as the cold melted ice cream gets everywhere and Levi takes a rag and starts wiping her off.
"Daddy! I- I'm sorry!" She sobs as he cleans her.
He sets her on the floor, careful not to get sticky.
"Just go change your shirt. Can you do that?" He asks without much hope.
"Yes!" She cries out and runs off.
Levi finishes cleaning the counters and cabinets and now the floor that the mess has dripped down onto.
Levi pauses and listens to her sniffles as she comes back in with a new shirt.
"Honey, do you know why I got upset?" He asks softly, getting down to her level.
"Because I made a mess?" She frowns.
"It's not so much that. It's because I was afraid, that you might fall, and hurt yourself." That scared him and made him act more that anything.
"You were scared?" She asks him in surprise.
"Yes, I don't want you falling. I didn't so much mind the mess. But it does bother me you didn't listen but I know you want to be a big girl and do it yourself, and I appreciate it. But please, let me help you next time, okay?" He hugs her.
If a six year old could feel relief that is what is washing over her right now. "You're not mad about the mess?" She squeaks out.
"You know, even daddy makes a mess sometimes." Hardly, he means.
"No you don't!" She giggles because she's never seen it.
"Sure I do, I just clean it up fast!" He pokes her and smiles at her happy reaction.
Then she's frowning again. "What is it?" He had thought things were okay.
"I didn't get to finish my ice cream." She looks down at the floor. She'd only gotten a couple bites.
"Is that all? We can fix that!" Levi picks her up and twirls her and she squeals with delight.
They make her a proper cone together and he makes her hold a paper plate underneath it, just in case.
If Levi hadn't told you what happened while you were in the shower, you never would've known it.
As you all settle in the living room for another little bit of tv time before bed, your daughter situates herself between you.
"I love you mommy." She kisses your cheek, and you kiss hers back and cuddle her.
"I love you too button." You smile and rub her cute little cheeks.
"I love you daddy." She turns to Levi and looks at him like only a daughter who loves her father very much can, and it warms his heart.
"I love you too, my little girl." He hugs her as she clings to him, and after a moment you get in on the hugging too.
You end the night with a kid friendly cartoon episode all about being messy and also cleaning it up.
Your daughters giggles make you happy and Levi hopes she's learned a little something tonight. About listening... and being messy.
She promises to try harder as you both tuck her in, and you assure her she'll get there eventually.
After that she becomes a much better listener, not wanting to ever upset her father like that again. And she also becomes just a tiny bit less messy, with her parents help, of course.
Extra: Here's the episode you watch! hehe
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⸻ * ❪ ❀ ... CAT & MOUSE
premise. and just when jungwon thought it would be a boring night, another round of chase begins.
pairing. non-idol! yang jungwon x s/o! reader.
pantone. yandere.
word count. six hundred thirty four.
warning. overprotective yandere, possible allusion to drugging, the victim is addressed as a mouse, murder.
note for the reader. the depiction of the muse does not reflect upon their behavior in the real world. the muse’s actions are also not condoned by me, this is all purely a work of fiction.
extra note. i haven’t written dark fics in over a month now so please excuse how rubbish this is. i’m using @/dear-yandere’s prompts as my warm ups.
CURIOSITY WON'T KILL THE CAT.
jungwon knows because he's still alive, sitting by your side. and he's entertaining himself by watching the mouse drag herself across the floor, painting a messy, crimson trail as she does so. when she reaches the doorway, she manages to pull herself onto her knees and press one hand upon her wounded abdomen.
silly little thing, she believes she's going to escape. heaving herself upright proves to be a mistake after the pain surges through every nerve in her aching body. and in such agony, she couldn't bother suppressing her scream.
his lips twist into a frown. really, did she have to make so much noise? cleaning the dirty floor is already going to be a pain and a half, now—
you begin to stir, eyes almost fluttering open. that is, until jungwon's humming bleeds into your dream. combine his dulcet lullaby with his gentle caresses upon your skin, and you decide there's nothing wrong with staying under for a little longer. eventually, his fingers dance across your wrist until he feels your slow rhythm once more.
“that's it, baby.” he leans over and kisses your forehead. “sleep tight, i'll deal with our little annoyance.”
satisfied, the dyed noir cat carefully pushes his chair back and removes his dress shirt. as he had come to learn a few months ago, red doesn't let go of white so easily. oh well, at least he knows now. it'd be a shame if he had to destroy another article of clothing—especially when this was one you loved to ‘borrow’ from him.
he picks up his knife and leaves your bedroom, remembering to shut the door as he does so. don’t worry, he’ll clean up the mess later. now that he's sure you won't be disturbed, he's free to run around and look for the mouse.
by a stroke of luck, he finds her wobbling down another hallway. jungwon has to give it to her; she's lasted longer than the others. in fact, he's so impressed, he thinks about letting her go.
“where are you going? you can't run or hide~” he taunts her, the words chillingly echoing through the air.
she looks over her shoulder and sees him getting closer. fear is consuming her, yet she still pushes herself to make it down the hall. it doesn't matter if the pain increases tenfold, she picks up her pace.
by the time the mouse reaches the stairs, there's not much energy left in her. realizing this, she resigns herself to leaning against the wall, chest almost caving in on itself as she slurs, “i'm sorry.. please don't kill me..”
jungwon crouches down and innocently tilts his head to the side. “why not?”
“please.. please.. i won't tell anyone..”
“i see..”
“i.. i swear.. i'll do anything..”
“any~thing?”
“yesss..”
he seems to give it some thought. she really is fun to play with. it wouldn't be far off to say she's the best toy he's had in a while. perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to keep her a little longer..
he draws out a sigh. “but you came here to hurt my baby, don't think i forgot that.”
indeed, for some reason, her stupid mind conceived the idea that by doing so, the pain your rejection inflicted upon her will ebb.
so jungwon decides to test the theory for her. of course, he makes a few modifications before that.
“wh.. why-” is all she manages to choke out before her body falls slack, just like her heart's rhythm. without her hands weakly fighting to pull his knife away, he gives it a little extra twist.
the cat, now satisfied with the knowledge that his theory is correct, merely smiles and lifts his bloody hand to pat her head.
“because experimenting is fun.”
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Snapetober Day 12 - Amphibian
Silliness alert - He Deserved Better AU, Severus is around five
A response to @waningstarlight's prompt
Diagon Alley was particularly busy; perhaps they should have elected to go on another day, but the present weather was lovely, especially in contrast to tomorrow's when heavy showers were forecasted all over England. So be it - they were ready to brave the crowd for the bookshop and toy store.
Severus found three books he was looking forward to reading and a lovely set of play cards, for rainy days. There were, of course, many such days in the Highlands, and the few times they had taken him out to play, he had come down with a cold. Minerva intended on keeping him indoors as much as possible during the worst days of late autumn, but the boy did like the rain.
Now was time for the mandatory ice cream, a tradition instituted since Severus' first visit to Diagon Alley, over a year ago. He asked for vanilla and coffee, Minerva picked a scoop of pistachio, and Albus, of course, requested a huge cone with chocolate, lemon and raspberry scoops decorated by a garish amount of sprinkles and chocolate sauce. The seller even added a cherry on top of it all, evidently quite pleased with the ridiculous amount of money Minerva ended up paying him.
The deputy headmistress attempted to make her way back to Severus and Albus without bumping into anyone. They were waiting for her on the other side of the street, in the shade. It was a complex balancing act deserving of the utmost praise, and she was about to comment on it when she caught sight of Severus - in the middle of the street.
They had put the boy in a child harness, for obvious reasons. While they were frowned upon on the continent, English and Scottish people took a more practical approach to things when it came to child safety. But half that leash was now in the middle of the road, and a mule carrying stacks of books was approaching dangerously. The boy was looking in the other direction - Albus was absorbed in the contemplation of a shop display - no one was paying attention -
"ALBUS!" Minerva screamed, stopping most people around her in their tracks.
Her cry was visceral: she could not breathe properly, and the "s" died in her throat.
The headmaster turned around. His eyes landed on Severus and he immediately waved his wand; the collision was narrowly avoided. People let the furious transfiguration teacher come through, cowering on both sides of the street.
It did not matter how many ice cream cones she was holding: she looked absolutely terrifying.
"My dear", Albus began contritely, "I have cast all sorts of spells on him - he's absolutely fine - he would have bounced into the air -"
"It does not matter if you know he is safe, Albus Dumbledore", she interrupted him. "What matters is what we teach him. How incredibly stupid can you be? You think it will do him any good, to think he can just wander around because you have cast the right spells?"
The crowds around them, though civilly feigning to look away, glanced at Minerva furtively with a mixture of awe and astonishment. Had the dignified deputy headmistress of Hogwarts just called the most gifted wizard of the century stupid?
Albus lowered his eyes.
"You are right, of course, Minerva. I apologize. This is not about me."
"Indeed", she replied acerbically, her temple vein pulsating.
She turned to Severus, who had been watching them fearfully. Her face relaxed slightly.
"You do not ever go on the street by yourself, is that understood, Severus?" she told him gently, though firmly.
The boy nodded eagerly.
"I'm sorry", he replied quietly.
For a second, she thought he was going to cry. She knelt in front of him, determined for their day to not be ruined by Albus' carelessness.
How the man could be both so brainless and brilliant, she could still not understand...
"It's alright, Severus", she told him softly. "We all make mistakes and we learn from them, mmh? Now you know. Here, take your ice cream."
When she got up, the headmaster was watching them apologetically. She handed him his ice cream, still tight-lipped.
"May I know what was so interesting to look at?" she told him rather drily, in an undetermined attempt to resume the conversation without letting go of the issue.
Taking the hint, Albus nodded at the shop display in front of them which presented various items of clothing. He was pointing at a specific robe, gold and deep green, with quite refined ornaments and motifs: the triangular sleeves were long and trimmed with delicate emerald lace. Upon closer inspection, though, it had something peculiar...
...The whole thing was covered in slightly lighter motifs of jumping frogs, going from one lily pad to the other. While in the dark they were not very striking, it was all one could see in the sunlight.
"It looks dashing, don't you think, my dear? There's a formal dinner at the ministry next week..."
Minerva closed her eyes, sighed rather loudly, and pulled out a handkerchief from her left pocket. She knelt again and proceeded to clean Severus' face. When she was done, she put it away and simply replied:
"Given your questionable taste in clothing and appalling wardrobe, Albus, this would be absolutely fine at the school. But at a banquet with foreign ministers... think about it..."
"But precisely! I understand green is more suited to the occasion than purple..."
"Didn't you say the French prime minister would be there?"
"I did."
"And you think he is an idiot."
"There are often... gaps in his understanding."
"Then no, Albus, you cannot wear a frog-teamed robe to a meeting with a French official you clearly despise."
The old man looked crushed.
"And we are here solely to buy Severus a proper raincoat, if I recall. Let's go in."
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"You seem sceptical, my dear", the headmaster told Minerva as they exited the shop.
He was meticulously folding a green garment, which he then placed in a large paper bag.
"I assure you, Severus is not going to meet any French official, if that is what is troubling you", he added, smiling smugly.
She rolled her eyes.
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On their next rainy outing though, she had to confess Severus looked absolutely adorable in that frog-shaped raincoat of his.
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Severus' coat looks like the combination of these by the way:
#In which Albus is bad with kids' safety and diplomacy#The former is completely canon#The latter is a lesser known fact only thanks to Minerva#severus snape#pro snape#minerva mcgonagall#albus dumbledore#snapetober#he deserved better#snapetober 2023#'Frogs' is used by the Brits as a pejorative way to call the French btw#Which I find very cool and cute actually
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It's always been you (Mick Schumacher)
Mick and Y/N have been a constant in eachother's lives and they have taken their time to finally act on their feelings
Note: english is not my first language. I had some free time and this has come out of it
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"Thanks again for dinner Corinna", you thanked her one last time with a hug before you made your way back to Mick's motorbike after another Schumacher dinner. These dinners have been happening since you could remember, they would invite you over once a month for a get together and catch up meal and today was no exception, the mood was really nice and everyone had a good time over some food and childhood memories. "Here, let me", Mick said as he noticed you fiddling with the helmet strap, pushing your hair out of the way so he could fasten it for your safety, "there, all done", he smiled sweetly as he climbed on the motorbike, your arms travelling to his waist to hold yourself steady for the short ride to your place. When you got there, your feet landed on the floor while you looked at your watch, still early enough for you to invite your bestfriend inside, not really wanting to part ways with him just yet, "Do you want to come inside for a bit? I'm not that sleepy so we could put something on the TV", you tempted, earning a nod as you got inside. Sitting on the sofa, you both got comfortable under the massive blanket you had draped over the back of it, Mick choosing one of the movies you used to watch when you were little, "if your sister was here, she would be rolling her eyes so hard", you mused as you got yourself comfortable next to him, "I genuinely think she learned how to do that because of us", he snickered, remembering her reaction everytime she would join you in the living room only to find that you were both watching the same movie for the umpteenth time. As you got more tired, the warmth of the blanket and Mick's body heat, as well as the soft lighting and sound in the room providing the best mood, your eyes felt droopier and droopier, your body slowly but surely getting lower and closer to your bestfriend's, he noticing as he noticed you were practically asleep on him and taking the opportunity to enjoy having you so close to him. He really should sort his feelings out, he thought, because if he kept going like this and saving what he felt for you to himself, things would get ugly someday. How could he not love you? You had been there with him and for him since he could remember, being the other shy kid in the first day in kindergarten that was struggling a little bit and joining him when he was playing with his toy car, and since then you had been attached by the hip. You were kind, caring, smart, beautiful inside and outside and anyone would be a fool to not see why Mick felt the way he did about you. He just needed a little push, but for now he would settle in the feeling of having you in his arms, snuggled slightly against his torso as you breathed steadily, the peaceful expression on your face engraved in his mind forever.
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You and Mick had taken the free weekend to do a day roadtrip, no specific plans other than spending time with eachother, "Mick, can we stop for some snacks? And a bathroom break too, please?", you asked your bestfriend who was driving, earning a nod from him as he pulled over to the service station exit you pointed to, "I need to stretch my legs a bit too", he mumbled as he parked the car. Heading inside to use the bathroom and get some snacks, you saw that Mick was inside the car already, "I got us these", you showed a packet of biscuits, "and these, since mister athlete can't have too much of that stuff", you explained, noticing how his eyes were struggling to keep open, "Do you want me to drive from now? You seem pretty tired", you tempted, hand already on the door handle to switch, "that wouldn't be so bad actually, thank you", he reasoned with himself, knowing he would put you both at risk if he insisted on driving when he was a bit tired. Switching places, you adjusted the bench to your height, "stop snickering, Schumacher, we don't all have the privilege to have long legs to reach the pedals", you said, the smile on your face mirrored on his, "you're not that short to be fair", he said as he sipped from his water, you shaking your head as you reversed out of the parking spot.
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"Do you guys want to go to the local market?", Corinna called for her son, "I can show you some places I hopefully still remember", she said, smiling when her children got up from their seats and made their way out to one of the city's many street markets. Since the kids were old enough to attend races, the family would always make sure to spend some part of the weekend on the local streets, visiting small shops and seeing as much of the culture as possible in such a short amount of time. So far they had visited a few artisan shops, looking at some pottery that Corinna would honestly take the whole set home if she could, a wool shop where Gina found some warm winter pieces and they were now in a little accessories and trinkets shop, "Are you really going to offer her that?", Gina tried to reason with her younger brother, "what? I think it's nice", he defended himself, holding the keyring. The carefully embroidered initial complimented the light wooden part beautifully, so delicate but also so strong, much like you, Mick thought, "I think she'll like it, and we can be matching", he said nonchalantly, prompting his sister to let out a chuckle, "I'm not going to keep repeating myself but you honestly should just be honest with her, I'm pretty sure she feels the same", she mused, "I swear, the day you two finally get together will be rhe best victory".
Back at home from the racing weekend, Mick invited you to have dinner at his place, sitting at the table now after clearing up the plates and helping tidy the kitchen, "I also got you this, and before you go all crazy, this wasn't expensive and I got it because I thought we could be matching", he carefully forwarded you as he handed you a packet, the blush on his cheeks evident. Truly, if there was a better sight than Mick Schumacher, you really wanted to see it and set the record straight because there is no one or nowhere in the world that could compare to him, wether it was his pale skin, his blue eyes, his kindness or his genuineness, he had it all, and while making a move on him would seem like the logical thing to do, you didn't want to risk what you had. Opening the box, you found your initial on a keyring, your fingers holding it carefully while you inspected the little details, "it's the same as yours, right?", you said as you noticed his keys he had left on the table, "it's beautiful, Mick, I love it so much, thank you! You know you didn't have to!", you said, leaping out of your seat to hug him, the fact that, during such a busy weekend, he took the time to think about you and to get you something making your heart flutter as you felt his lips on your forehead, "there's nothing I wouldn't do for you", he mumbled against your skin, the butterflies on your belly dancing at his confession.
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The teams were finishing their jobs on the cars, getting them ready for the race when you arrived in the paddock, giving a small but warm greeting to everyone in the garage before you noticed Mick and Sebastian speaking in the corner, the one wearing a green t-shirt waving at you to come over, "Y/N! It's been a while since I've seen you around, how have you been?", he greeted you with a kiss on each cheek, "yes, it's been a while. I have been busy with a project and I only managed to come to races now", you smiled, the smirk on Sebastian's face telling you that wasn't news to him, "Oh, the investigation project? Mick told me about it, congratulations on getting the spot on the research team, I'm sure your ideas will be very appreciated", he said, earning a blush on both of your's and Mick's cheeks. Bidding them goodbye after wishing them both a good and safe race, you went to drop your things off in Mick's driver room, "Can you two please just be a couple and stop annoying me by not being a couple?", Sebastian told a still blushing Mick, "It's not like you're making it any easier, outing me like that", he muttered, "Not helping? Kids, I'm the one making this happen, you just need some help that I am willing to give", he said, winking at him before patting his back and heading to his garage to get ready, leaving a flustered Mick behind in the Haas garage.
The race hadn't gone for the best, a mix of strategies, the car and the track failing to perform as well as they expected, a defeated Mick going around the mechanics and engineers to thank them for their work before he waved at you, his communications assistant already borrowing him and heading to the media pen for his duties. When he got back, you were chatting with Sabine, going over the schedule for the flight back home, "There you are", you said as you hugged him, "you know I'm proud of you always, right?", you made sure he was looking directly into your eyes, his own blue ones drinking up all the pride he could see in yours, "thank you for always being here for me", he said genuinely, squeezing you in his embrace as he noticed his assistant excuse herself quietly, "wait, don't pull away... not yet", he said as he nuzzled his nose beside your neck, your scent calming him instantly as you sighed happily at the thought of being a source of comfort for him.
When later in the night you arrived at the airport, you noticed how tired Mick was offering to drive him home and saying you would get a taxi to your place since he had driven you both to the airport a few days earlier, "No need for that, you can stay at my place if you want to, besides I feel like having some company besides Angie", he forwarded as he petted her head, the dog excitedly wagging her tail.
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Mick had invited you to join him and Angie for a walk on the park near your place, the area usually not busy with many people and it did have a specific zone where dogs could run freely without any danger, prompting you to get your comfy clothes on and head out, meeting them at the entrance, "how was your day?", Mick asked as he let Angie free of her leash, "good, it was good, although things seem to be a bit harder than we expected with the whole project situation, there's been a minor set back", you explained slightly, letting him in your feelings without boring him with the technical stuff, "but all in all, things are going somewhere hopefully", you smiled, "and you? Found your confidence back?", you asked, knowing how much the race results have been affecting him. Sighing, he looked at Angie running around, "I guess so. It's still hard to digest with everything going on but hopefully we get better results next weekend", he said, squeezing your fingers when he felt your hand come closer to his, looking at your eyes and flickering to your lips quickly, "I really don't know what I'd do without you, you know?", he mused. Laughing, you smiled back at him, "look who's saying it! I never would have applied to the project if you didn't push me too, I wouldn't have so many amazing memories with you, goodness, I probably would have had a dehydration problems from all the tears I would cry at kindergarten if it wasn't for you holding my hand and playing with me everyday", you muttered the last part, the blush on your cheeks prompted by the memory as well as Mick's intense and loving gaze on you, "and I honestly hope I never have to learn what it is like to not have you by my side forever", you mumbled, taking the plunge, peeling your eyes from your hands and looking at his eyes, "can you picture it? You and I together?", Mick said and you swore it had another meaning other than just friendship. Going for it, you turned your body to face his, "As friends or as something more?", you asked, deciding that maybe he did reciprocate the feelings you shared for him, "I can't begin to tell you for how long I've loved you. Probably since kindergarten, you were always the lovely girl to me, always sharing your pencils and crayons. And you grew up to the most beautiful young woman, there's nothing you don't touch or room you don't walk into and not immediately shine, even if you don't notice it. It's always been you", Mick finally admitted, seeing in your eyes how you were finding the words to answer him, "how blind can we be, right? There hasn't been a day of my life where I remember not wanting to be with you or talk to you, my mother always tells the story of how the saddest week of my childhood was the one you went to your father's race for the whole week and I was as miserable and mopey as an eight year old can be because you weren't there", you gulped, "I've just been afraid that this could be ruined", you pointed between you, Mick's hand travelling to hold it in his while the other one got closer to you cheek, cupping it as his thumb rubbed on the skin, "Oh, we have so much to catch up on", he said, looking for approval in your eyes as he kissed your lips for the first time, knowing you both had forever.
#mick schumacher fluff#mick schumacher imagine#mick schumacher fic#mick schumacher x reader#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic
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I might be at the wrong blog for this thought but what if I was your pretty pretty princess? I'd be dressed in all lacy pinks and whites, and you'd be on your knees, collared (always), like a good, *obedient* subject... I'd use you however I want, whenever I want. Sometimes I'd use your dick as a dildo- my dildo. I'd look so soft and plush on the outside, but you'd soon learn how sadistic I am. You'd be my loyal dog, always so ready to please and maybe a little whiny. Sometimes I'll be a little rough, maybe pull your collar a little too hard, choke you, but I know my puppy's strong enough to take all of it. I'd live to hear all your little sounds and whines. Sometimes I'll get busy and neglect you a little, but only so I could relish the way you get so needy and come to me begging for attention. I'd work hard to seduce you, make you clingy, make it so I'm the only thing you want, need.
You'd be my boy-toy, and I'd enjoy playing with your physical limits, training you to edge longer, getting you to cum one last time.
My soft voice would order you around a lot and you'd obey to the best of your abilities, because you are, of course, *my* loyal, loyal, servant. I'll tell you often that you belong only to me, no one else gets to use you. I'd take you around, maybe even on a leash, and show everyone you belong to me, because a princess is always possessive of her things. Maybe when we're out I'll slowly, rhythmically rub your thighs, inching towards your cock - I'll appreciate the way you get all shy and embarrassed because I got you hard in public.
Sometimes I'll demand the unreasonable, only to get whimpers from you because you're trying so hard, because you're such a good, loyal, boy, and because I'm a little spoiled.
It's okay if my puppy's a little stupid, I'll just have to punish them a little. Can you count for me each time I spank you? That's 'yes, princess', little boy.
And although I'd be strict, I'd shower you with praises and comfort, even if I reduce you to a crying, edged, mess first. I'll always let you cum in the end, but it always has to be inside me, because princess wants her pathetic little puppy to fill her up. And I'll take you to bathe with me afterward, have you lick the leaking cum off my thighs. I'd keep you in a soft world of luxury, safe and isolated from the cruel outside world. But don't be surprised if I come back one day and spend the entire evening sitting on my throne (your lap) marking you up and grinding on you until you're all hot and bothered. And yes, the hickeys will be in places that can still be seen with clothes on (and in places that can't).
And if you're good enough, you'll get to be my little prince <3
this whole message got my mind running through a maze of unfiltered, filthy thoughts. of me collared and on my knees in front of my princess where i belong. no one else gets to use me but you. using me like a toy for your own sick pleasure but it’s for my own too because o get so much pleasure out of pleasing you. like how there’s no one else for me? there’s no one else that would ever take care of you like me. spoiling you endlessly with my undying affection and never-ending obedience. for such an innocent looking princess, your sadistic tendencies get me fearing for what you’d do to me but me being me, i’d abide by your orders no matter what. even if that means you edging me to no end, making sure that the last time i cum, you get every last drop out of me. you’re in full control of me and when i get to cum, if i get denied, if i get to even feel how wet my princess is. what a pitiful, whining mess i’d be for you. following you with leash in hand, obeying you and your every word.
that soft voice of yours puts me in such a submissive state of mind that i think of nothing else but serving you like it’s my life’s purpose. like i was made for you.
to be punished by you and be put back in my place after misbehaving or disobeying? you’d hear nothing but “thank you, princess” after. my pretty princess gets whatever she wants and i mean, whatever. if that’s me on a tight leash whenever we go out so that others know that i belong to you, then that’s what my pretty princess gets. if that’s me filling you up because you have to have my cum deep inside of you, then that’s what my pretty princess gets. you’d never go without when you’re with me. i think after being edged ‘til i’m in tears, i’d be mindlessly thrusting inside of you over and over again. even after i fill you up with so much cum, i still need you so badly. that’s how much of a depraved yet loyal servant i am for you, princess. mark me up, all over my body, even in places that’d be seen because no one else gets to have me but you.
there’s nothing i’d rather be in this one life i get to live than to be your little prince.
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Lighten Up, Teach
[olivia's note: hey y'all! this is another fic by the incomparable anne onymous. anne i literally LOVED this fic and my stomach was swooping the entire time i read it sjdhfdjsk. thank you for always creating such good stuff!]
Roman was tired of Logan acting like an emotionless, uptight, boring robot. There was once a time when Logan knew how to have fun and even smiled, but now he was more serious and mature than any human needed to be. That man needed to learn how to have fun again, and Roman was going to teach him. Whether he liked it or not. He barged into Logan's room without knocking, causing the logical Side to glare at him. "Please remember to knock in the future, Roman." Logan scolded. "There's no time for formalities! This is an emergency!" Roman protested. "Emergency? What emergency?" Logan asked worriedly. "You, Logan! This ends now! You need help!" Roman yelled. "Help with what?" Logan asked, puzzled by what Roman meant and how it could be constituted as an emergency. "You barely smile, you never laugh, and you never do anything fun with us anymore!" Roman stated. "Your point?" Logan inquired. "It shall continue no longer! You're coming with me to my room!" Roman stated, grabbing Logan's wrist and attempting to drag him to his room. But Logan was stubborn.
"Roman, I have too much important work to do! I don't have time for your bizarre shenanigans!" Logan protested, trying to pull himself out of Roman's grasp, but it was futile. Everyone knew Roman was the strongest Side and hard to defeat but Logan was just as determined as Roman. The two were now stuck in a bizarre and awkward game of Tug Of War. Roman refused to release Logan's wrist and Logan refused to leave his room. "You are not taking me to your room to participate in whatever silly antics you have planned." Logan said. "Fine. We'll do it here then." Roman compromised, tackling Logan to the floor. The two wrestled for a bit before Roman managed to overpower Logan, straddling his waist and pinning his wrists above his head. "And what exactly do you plan on doing with me, Roman?" Logan demanded. "I'm about to do something so ridiculous, so silly, so goofy, so immature, so nonsensical, that even scientists still question why humans are capable of this." Roman explained vaguely. "And that would be?" Logan questioned. "Tickling." Roman answered in a low whisper.
"Don't. You. Dare." Logan growled. "I dare." Roman said before squeezing Logan's sides. Logan shut his mouth as tight as he could to avoid laughing. His fists were clenched and he couldn't stop wiggling, but he refused to give in. But when Roman found a sweet spot where his sides meet his tummy, the dam broke and out came the surprised belly laughter. "Nohohohoho! Dahahahamn it! Hahahahaha!" Logan chuckled. "Oh. My. Gosh! I forgot how cute your laugh was! You need to do it more often." Roman encouraged. "I refuhuhuhse! Hahahahaha!" Logan laughed. "Wow, for someone refusing to laugh, you sure are doing a lot if it." Roman teased. "Rohohoman, this is vehehehery immahahature! Hahahahaha!" Logan pointed out. "That's kind of the point, point-dexter." Roman said, moving his wiggling fingers to Logan's tummy. He certainly wasn't expecting the fit of childish giggles that followed. It was so adorable and cute, he almost stopped.
"Rohohoman, nohohohoho!" Logan giggled. "Roman yes, you adorable little tickle-toy." Roman teased, making the logical Side blush. Logan was uncertain if he could keep up this facade for much longer. Despite the kicking, squirming, wiggling, struggling and protests, he was enjoying every single second of this. Laughing uncontrollably, letting go of his seriousness for once, just goofing off and playing around with his friend, he hasn't been this happy in a long time. Then again, it has been a long time since he was tickled and in all honesty, he missed it. Whenever a tickle fight broke out, he used to merely run, hide and protest before getting caught. But in recent years, he resorted to scoffing and walking away from the scene because he had an image to uphold even though he seceretly loved it. The laughter was great, and actually being tickled felt surprisingly loving. But he needed Roman to stop before–Too late.
Roman stopped in his tracks and stared at Logan who was now frozen in fear and pale as a sheet. "Did you just snort?" he asked excitedly. Logan couldn't bring himself to answer, too embarrassed by that sound that just escaped him. But that didn't stop Roman from picking up right where he left off, tickling around Logan's bellybutton. "Nohohohoho! *snort* Not agahahahain! *snort* Rohohoman, plehehease!" Logan cackled. "That is so adorable!" Roman exclaimed. He's never heard Logan laugh like this before. Well, Logan laughing in general is uncommon enough, but Logan snorting while laughing? Unheard of. "Nohohoho *snort* it ihihihisn't! Ihihit's *snort* undignifihihihihied!" Logan protested. He hated when he snort-laughed. If Patton does it, it's cute. But that's Patton, he's always been adorable and silly. Logan was serious and dignified, he can't laugh like that. Well, he can, but he would rather not. Speaking of Patton...
An unexpected knock on the door interrupted their "game" and Roman stilled his fingers. "Come iiiiin!" Roman sang before Logan could ask the knocker to leave. Patton walked in, exciting Roman. Everyone knew he was pretty much the Mind Palace's tickle monster and loves a good tickle-fight. "Hey kiddos! Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to check and see what all that ruckus and kerfuffle was about." Patton explained. "Oh, we were just having some fun." Roman said. "Correction: HE was having fun. I however, am being held here against my will." Logan lied. "Oh please, you could've bucked me off and ran away at any time." Roman taunted, repeatedly poking Logan around the ribs. Logan let out a squeaky giggle before covering his mouth with both hands, the action soon followed by a squeal from Patton. "Awwww, Logan! You're participating in our tickle fights again?! That's great! Gosh, I remember how much you used to love being tickled." Patton cooed.
Logan attempted to retort but all that left his lips was a scrambled mess of strangled sounds. After about a minute, he finally managed to form a coherent sentence. "When have I ever implied that I enjoy this ridiculous activity?" Logan asked. "Padre, you're right! This whole time he never once said "stop"! I think someone is enjoying himself more than he'd like to admit." Roman teased. "FALSEHOOD!" Logan yelled loudly, causing the others to cover their ears. "Patton, will you please convince Roman to stop this nonsense?" Logan demanded. "Logan's right, Roman. You can't keep doing this." Patton said. To say that Roman was disappointed was an understatement. "Everyone knows that Logan's feet are his best spot." Patton added. Logan froze. All that tickling from Roman must've scrambled his thoughts. How could he forget that Patton couldn't resist any chance given to tickle someone?
"Care to show me how it's done?" Roman asked. "I'd be delighted." Patton said, walking over to Logan who was now wiggling, squirming and bucking in a desperate attempt to escape. If it weren't for the fact his hands were free and could easily push Roman off, you'd think he genuinely didn't want this. Patton removed Logan's shoes and socks then put his ankles in a headlock. "Okay, Logan. Since I'm a nice person, I'll go easy on you if you ask me nicely." Patton offered. Logan was too smart to fall for that, he knew exactly what Patton meant. He wanted him to outright say the dreaded word. Not only that, but if he complied with Patton's wishes, he won't get the treatment he truly desires. "Patton, I suggest both you and Roman drop this ridiculous nonsense because I have too much important work to do and I cannot afford any more of this unwanted interruption." Logan said. "You had your chance, Lo. Don't say I didn't warn you." Patton replied before scribbling all ten fingers across Logan's sensitive soles.
Logan went absolutely ballistic with laughter. Bucking and shaking left to right with renewed strength, Roman was struggling to stay on top of him. "Wow, you sure are a pro, Pat." Roman complimented. "I'm just getting started. If you think this is bad, watch this." Patton advised. Roman managed to turn himself around without falling off Logan so he could watch what Patton was about to do. "Tickle tickle tickle, Logan! Cootchie cootchie coo, Logi-Bear! Who's got ticklish little footsies? I think somebody's got tickwish wittle toesies. Aren't you just the most ticklish little thing?" Patton cooed. Roman almost burst out laughing himself when he saw how red Logan's face turned at Patton's teasing. Logan wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. He wasn't sad or in pain or anything, but he wanted to cry. Patton's baby-talk teases were always too much for him even though at the same time he loved them more than any other tease.
"Um, Patton? I think he needs a break or we'll break him." Roman warned, noticing Logan's eyes were tearing up. Patton looked where Roman was looking and immediately stopped. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Logan! Are you ok?" Patton asked. As Logan caught his breath, he knew he had to think of an appropriate response to help try to ease Patton's clear guilt. "I assure you, Patton, I am not in any pain nor am I experiencing any unpleasant emotions right now. Your concern is noted, but unnecessary as I am fine." Logan reassured. "No negative emotions at all?" Patton checked. "None." Logan assured. So you WERE having fun?" Roman inquired. "I-I did n-not say that, Roman." Logan stuttered. "But you said so yourself that you weren't feeling any unpleasant feelings. Meaning you were only feeling pleasant emotions the whole time." Roman pointed out. "Awww, I knew he still enjoyed this." Patton cooed. "Certainly does seem that way, Patton." Roman commented. "As a matter of fact, I think I recall a certain game, or more specifically, a certain rhyme that he just used to love." Patton teased. "You wouldn't." Logan said. "I would." Patton replied, grabbing Logan's big toe.
"This little piggy went to market..." Patton started, wiggling and tickling the digit. "Pahahahatton, plehehease!" Logan protested. "This little piggy stayed home..." Patton continued. "Dohohon't, Pahahatton!" Logan begged. "This little piggy had roast beef..." Patton said before squealing when Logan snorted. "Hey, the snorts are back! He's being the little piggy!" Roman exclaimed. "Roman, will you shut up?!" Logan yelled. "Now, Logan, that wasn't very nice. I think someone needs to say sorry." Patton said, swiping a single finger up and down the arch of Logan's foot. "Nohohohoho! Hahahahaha! Okahahay, I'm sohohohorry, Rohohomahan!" Logan chuckled. "That's better. But now I've lost my place. Oh well, I guess I'm just gonna have to start all over again." Patton taunted. "Roast beef!" Logan cried out. "Logan, now is not the time to decide what's for dinner later." Roman teased. "Oh yeah, that's where I was. Thank you, Logan." Patton said. Logan blushed and Patton picked up where he left off.
"This little piggy had none." Patton began again. Logan giggled nervously, knowing what's to come as the moral Side grabbed his pinky toe. "And this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home!" Patton finished, showing Logan's sensitive sole no mercy as the logical Side screamed with boisterous laughter from the unbearably ticklish attack and even managed to knock Roman off in all his desperate twisting, wiggling, shaking and bucking. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! NAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Logan bellowed, unable to beg or plead through the intensity of his laughter. When Patton finally stopped after a few seconds (although to Logan it felt much longer than that), Logan curled into himself, trying to catch his breath and calm his residual giggles as the phantom tickles slowly faded away. "Here, this should help you, Harry Potter." Roman said, handing Logan a glass of water. As he drank it, he gave Roman a puzzled look. "Because of your glasses! Right?" Patton guessed, turning to Roman for confirmation. "That, and you're the boy who lived. Only instead of you-know-who, you survived a deadly attack from the tickle monster." Roman explained, causing Logan to roll his eyes as he put the now empty glass down.
"Oh, that reminds me. We forgot about his other foot. Can't let it feel "left" out!" Patton joked. As Roman laughed at the pun, Logan leapt to his feet and made a run for it. "Get him!" Roman exclaimed. Both he and Patton ran down the halls, chasing after Logan until the creative Side had an idea. "Let's split up." Roman suggested. Patton nodded and the two went in different directions. As Patton started catching up to Logan from behind, the logical Side became too distracted with trying to outrun him to even notice Roman right in front of the stairs, ready to catch him. "Gotcha!" Roman proclaimed, grabbing Logan and putting him over his shoulders. "Roman, you put me down this instant!" Logan yelled as he was carried downstairs. "If you insist." Roman said, bringing Logan down to the floor and pinning him down by straddling his back, right below his ribcage, leaving him lying on his stomach. "Uh-oh. Looks like you're trapped again." Patton giggled, sitting himself down on Logan's calves and grabbing his foot. Logan couldn't deny he was feeling very vulnerable right now and there was no way out. He rested his head in his arms and sighed.
"Just get it over with." Logan mumbled. "Get what over with? Could you please provide a little more clarity?" Roman teased. Logan was ashamed of the whimper that escaped his lips. Why was it so hard to do this? "Come on, Logan. You can do it. It's just one little word. Actually, it kinda sounds like two words. Tick all. Like, tick all that apply. Try imagining you're saying that." Patton advised. Logan felt himself relax more at the suggestion but he was still a little apprehensive. Roman could sense his discomfort and moved his hand towards Logan's and he instantly grabbed it and squeezed it for emotional support, bracing himself for what he was about to say. "Tickle me!" Logan blurted out. "I'd love to! Thanks for asking!" Patton exclaimed, scratching under Logan's toes. Logan didn't bother holding back his happy laughter and swore he heard Roman say "Good job." but wasn't entirely sure. Safe to say he wasn't going to get any work done this afternoon, but perhaps having fun with your family of friends was just as important.
The End.
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Chapter: 1, 2,
3 - The Castle
You sat next to a small pond, a little ways away from your house. A basket of clothes and a small bar of soap was besides you.
Not wanting to come help you do laundry, Lucas was still inside playing make believe with the few toys he'd brought with him.
He was probably recreating the scene that happened the other day. Even though it was a potentially life-ending event, he seemed ecstatic that it had happened. And he kept asking to go back to the Valley of Th- no. To Briar Valley. Just to see the green haired guy again.
You were greatful, of course, that he'd been saved and would like to do something to thank his savior. But he didn't seem to want that. Plus you didn't know what anyone in the Valley would consider offensive, so you decided against going and making anything for him.
Focusing on the water in front of you, you rolled your sleeves up to your elbows, plunged the clothes into the cold water, and began to scrub them clean.
It was calming.
Birds were chirping in the trees, a slight breeze rustled the leaves, sunlight shone through spaces between the branches, the ground beneath you was cool and the water rippled as you dipped everything in.
Before, cleaning your clothes wasn't something you'd done often. But it wasnt too difficult to learn, just took some time.
Actually, a lot of what you do now wasn't something you used to.
Cooking, repairing, cleaning, gardening, hunting, gathering, even shopping . . . Things like that were all taken care of for you.
Your father did make you do some of those things when you were younger. He believed it was stupid for anyone not to know how to do things on their own.
But since you were royalty, your mother wanted you to live as such. No need to exhaust yourself doing menial tasks when you had the blessing of having people to do that for you. Besides, the time you spent learning that could be spent learning how to help rule a kingdom and take care of subjects.
So, eventually, your father stopped making you learn those things and you didn't mind one bit.
If you had known how important they would be for you now, you would have begged your dad to teach you more.
Oh well, no time to regret it now. Just keep doing it all and you'd get better at it, sooner or later. Hopefully sooner.
Finished washing, you hung the clothes up to dry and walked back to the house.
"Lucas, baby, what do you want to ea-" You froze in place when you entered the house.
"Mom! You're back! Look, Dad came to play with me! And he said he knows that green haired guy! Can we go see him? Please, Mom, please?"
You licked your lips and took a deep breath.
Lucas was sitting on the lap of the dragon fae who had visited some time ago. He felt no fear or suspicion around him at all. Got comfortable with him so quickly.
You wished he was more cautious.
"Lucas, I left the clothes by the pond, can you go get them for me?"
"But you were just there. Can't I do it later? I want to go see that guy."
You gave him a look. "Lucas."
He pouted and wrapped his hands around Malleus' neck. "Daddy!"
Malleus smiled as he held the small boy. "I can take care of that for you."
"No, it's fine. Just leave it, you shouldn't be doing that."
"I assure you it's no big feat for me."
With a wave of his hand, the clothes you had just washed floated past the door, towards your room, and folded themselves, looking completely dry.
"I ... uh, thank you. Lucas, let him go, I'm sure he has more important things to attend to. And stop calling him 'Dad.'"
"Dad, can we go now? Mom, doesn't have to come with us does she?"
"Excuse me, what?"
Malleus stood and walked towards you.
He was wearing plain, black clothes with a few silver accessories. The high heeled boots he wore made him taller than he already was, so when he was right in front of you, you had to tilt your head all the way up just to meet his eyes. His horns were practically grazing the ceiling.
It was hard not to back away from him.
You could hear your breath quicken and had no doubt he noticed as well.
"It appears she wouldn't be comfortable with that. But I'm happy to take the both of you if she doesn't mind."
"She doesn't! Mom, c'mon let's go!"
Malleus held out a gloved hand towards you. "I can get us there much quicker than by walking. Just take my hand."
Your eyes flicked from his hand to Lucas.
He was beaming, thrilled with the idea of meeting his hero again. He was an exact replica of his father, right down to the bouncing excitement. Seeing his wide smile tugged at your heart.
You wondered what he would have said to Lucas if it was him taking care of the boy. If he ever met him.
"Mom! Hurry up!" Lucas' voice pulled you from your thoughts.
". . . Okay." You sighed.
"Yay! We're going!"
You reached for Malleus' hand. Your hand hovered above his palm for a second.
. . .
This could be a horrible decision. Fae were notorious for being mischievous.
Sneaky.
Misleading.
Devious.
Evil.
And this one in particular was known as the most powerful and dangerous one of all. He had no problem with displaying his strength.
And he had your son in his arms.
. . .
You pursed your lips, shut your eyes, and took hold of his hand.
His grip was firm, steady. If he didn't want to let go, you wouldn't have been able to pull away.
"Hold on tight and don't let go. Unless you want to get lost along the way."
Then, in seconds, once you opened your eyes, you were no longer in the small house.
Instead, you were in a huge stone hall with long banners hanging on the walls. The roof was high up and arched, with small pikes jutting from the frame. Large oak doors with brass handles and hinges lined the side by the wall. The other side had large arched columns that allowed the light from outside in.
You stumbled a bit, your head spinning from whatever magic the man had used to get you where you were.
"Woah . . . Where are we?" Lucas asked.
"The place I live. Sebek should be looking for me by now. I'm sure we'll run into him." Malleus answered.
"'Ooh, look at that!" Luca jumped out of his arms and ran towards the large arches that allowed you to look outside towards the city below. "I can see the whole world from here!"
"Not quite, but you can see the whole of Briar Valley."
"This place is huge! Look, Mom, there's the place we were yesterday. Over there. Ooh and look at that thing! What is it?"
"That's a grotesque. There are over one hundred of them around the castle. Not to be confused with the gargoyles on the parapets, like that one over there. You can let go now." Malleus directed the last part at you.
Your hands were still holding. Though his grip had lightened completely, you were still holding on tightly.
You blushed and quickly pulled your hand to your chest. "Lucas don't lean so far over the edge, you might fall."
"You live in a castle? Woww!" He ignored you then started to run down the hall. "Mom, we should live with Dad!"
"He's not your dad, stop calling him that."
"It's alright. You're both free to call me whatever you'd like."
"Don't encourage him, Mister Draconia."
Malleus smiled snidely. "Oh?"
"WAKA-SAMA!" A familiar voice shouted from behind you.
It was the green haired man marching up to you. The silver haired man from before followed behind him.
"We've been looking all over for you! Where did you go? And who's this human next to you?"
"I am alright, Sebek. The boy says you rescued him and wanted to see you again."
"Hm? Oh, it's you two."
Lucas ran towards Sebek, his shoes clacking against the grey floor. "Hi! You're my hero! Can you teach me how you did that roll thing? It was so cool, I wanna do it just like you! Can you teach me how to use your sword too?"
A proud, satisfied smirk made its way across Sebek's lips. "Do you hear this, Silver? This tiny Human looks up to me. But I can't teach you anything. I have to watch after Waka-sama so go ahead and leave now."
"Aw, Dad?" Luca frowned, tears coming to his eyes.
"'DAD?'" The two soldiers asked, eyes widening.
"Is that what you've been doing each time you dissappear?"
"Forgive me, your highness! I did not know you were the successor of the Draconia name! If it is I you wish to teach you the art of the sword, then I would be honored! And I apologize, Mistress, for yelling so rudely at you last time! I will gladly accept any punishment you deem fit!"
"What!" You're face burned as the pair knelt in front of you and your son. "G-get off the floor, that's not- I didn't- He isn't- Eugh- Lucas is not his son and we didn't do anything! Lucas you have to stop calling him that."
Both men stood up abruptly and bowed their heads to you instead. "As you wish, Mistress!"
"No. Just- just call me Y/N."
You glanced at Malleus who didn't seem at all concerned about the misunderstanding or the tarnishing effect it would have on him if rumors spread.
He simply looked outside towards the horizon.
"Well, we met your hero, Lucas. It's time to go home."
"No! Not yet, we haven't been here that long. And I'm hungry. Can't we stay to eat, Mom?"
"Lucas-"
"I believe lunch will be served soon?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Please stay until then."
"Yay!"
"No, we-"
"Sebek, Silver, take him to the training grounds to see everything. Keep an eye on him, don't let him get hurt."
"Yes, sir!"
"This way, your highness."
"Yay! See you later, Mom!"
"What? No, you can't just-"
It was no use.
Your voice fell on deaf ears as the two escorted Lucas out of sight, to the training grounds.
You turned to Malleus. "What the hell? You can't just allow them to take my son wherever you want!"
"He's quite safe if that's what you're worried about. Those two are my own personal guards. They won't let harm come to him."
"No! That's not it at all! How would you feel if your son was taken away from you in a place you aren't familiar with by some strange men who work for the Master of all Evil?" You snapped.
Malleus stared at you for a minute, silent, lost in thought.
You gulped realizing what you'd said and how you'd said it.
"I do have that reputation, don't I . . . ?" He turned and began walking in the opposite direction of the other three.
He beckoned you to follow.
You looked between him and the way your son went. You didn't know if you'd be able to find your son by just chasing in his direction and you also didn't know how angered Malleus would get if you didn't follow.
Didn't know what he might, or have his trained men, do to your son.
So, you walked with him. A gap between the two of you the whole time and you kept a watchful eye on him.
"You know, your name reminds me of someone." He said. "A queen."
He held his hands behind his back, standing strong and tall with his head held high, gaze set in front of him.
"Well, my mother did name me after one. Its not uncommon to be named after a queen."
Many of the women in your family were named 'Y/N,' paying homage to the first Queen, your, who knows how many greats, grandma. It was in hopes to have the same amount of influence as she did.
She ran the kingdom well, expanded it the largest amount during her reign and her battle strategies helped keep many in her army alive, more than any other of your ancestors. An impressive feat for a woman, though of course the people knew it to be the king's doing, not hers. She was simply a smiling face, the caring hand to the people.
"Indeed. After all, people like to name their children after kings and queens. They think sharing the same name will bring them good fortune."
"Yes, maybe people will be named after you too one day." You said.
He looked at you from the corner of his eye and smiled. "No. Not with a title like 'Master of all Evil,' right?"
You began to fiddle with the string of your necklace.
"You know, almost four years ago, a Queen named Y/N suddenly disappeared from the Kingdom of Rourinville."
Was it just coincidence he brought up that Y/N, or did he know it was you who was missing?
"Is that so?"
"Mhmm. Most have given up the search for her. But not the king. I can see why. Losing your lover must be devastating. Especially for you humans who cling so desperately onto what's around you. I imagine he'll be more than happy to have her at his side once again."
You tried to steady your breathing.
Rias was scared of the man in front of you so you knew he wouldn't come close to the Valley. He probably didn't even think you'd be crazy enough to get close.
But Malleus? He had no such fear. He could take you back to Rourinville in seconds.
You needed to do everything you could to keep that from happening.
"Do you have someone to be at your side every day?" You tried to get him off the topic.
"I do not. Though I know it'd please Lilia if I did."
Lilia? Was that his mother, you wondered?
You opened your mouth to ask but he spoke first.
"Are you a widow?"
"What?"
"Forgive my straightforwardness. But it's uncommon for a woman to take care of a child on her own. So either your husband died or he walked out on you."
You scanned his face for any clue as to what he was thinking, but he gave away nothing.
"I am." That was ... close enough to the truth.
He hummed.
Using magic to open the large doors, he walked in to what you assumed was his office. A large desk sat in front of the floor to ceiling window and large bookshelves lined the walls. He took his seat behind the desk and locked his eyes on you.
"I am sorry." He gestured to the window behind him. "You can see the training grounds from here. Your son should be there any minute now."
You raised a brow at him.
Why would he want you to know that? Was he planning on letting you see Lucas get hurt? Or was he really just being kind and trying to calm your fears?
"You can move into the Valley if you'd like. Your neighbors may be apprehensive at first, since you are the only other human here, but they will warm up to you. It's safer in here than out there. You've done a remarkable job fixing up that old cabin, but it won't hold up forever and dangerous creatures like to prowl around at night."
Only other human? Had someone else come here seeking to hide under the protection of Malleus' reputation?
"I've been fine so far."
"There you are, Malleus. Those two boys have been quite worried looking for you. What have you been up to?" A deep, yet cheery, voice said.
In walked a person with wide, red-eyes, pointed ears, and an impish smile. They had black hair with hot pink highlights, styled in a bob with parts curling up, giving them the appearance of horns. They were rather short so their soldier uniform hung losely on them.
They looked like a ten year old girl.
"Oho? Who's this?" They asked tilting their head at you.
You couldn't hide the shocked expression that crossed your face as you heard that same deep voice come from their mouth. "What the . . . ?"
"This is Y/N. She and her son are staying for lunch."
The man giggled. "Keehee, wonderful. I'm glad to see you're finally getting along with someone, Malleus."
Malleus frowned. "I get along with others very often . . . ."
"Hello, Y/N, I'm Lilia. If you need anything don't be scared to ask."
"Do you seriously have children working for you?" You asked Malleus concerned.
Lilia laughed.
"You think him a child?"
"Why it must be my boyish good looks and wide eyes full of innocence that gave her that impression. But it'd be wrong to call me such."
The way he described himself was strange to say the least.
"Lilia, I have work to do. Show her around until it's time to eat."
"Of course. Right this way, Y/N."
You looked out the window, trying to spot Lucas.
"He'll be safe. Trust me."
You looked at Malleus.
You didn't trust him. But Sebek did save him once so if anything happened, you believed he'd do it again.
"He better be."
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Lunch came by quickly.
Your son was a-okay, animatedly explaining what he did. He sat next to Sebek, praising him much to his delight.
The two seemed to have become best friends after such a small amount of time. Maybe you should have been concerned about it, Sebek was Malleus' soldier after all.
But you couldn't help but feel relieved at this knowledge.
Lucas didn't get a chance to make friends since you were often on the move. So any time he got to talk to someone you met while traveling always made you happy.
Silver was asleep through most of the meal, seated beside Lilia, and Malleus was quietly eating at the head of the table.
Lilia entertained your son with tales from his war days, occasionally bringing up stories about Malleus as a baby just to entertain you. Malleus did try to make him shut up, but Lilia easily ignored him.
The way Lilia spoke during both lunch and your tour of the castle with him made you wonder just how old he was. What his role was in this kingdom.
The atmosphere was relaxed and you could tell the relationship between these soldiers and Malleus was more than the usual 'king and army' one.
They were like a family.
You had never seen a relationship quite like it in any kingdom before. Not even your own.
It confused you.
Why would someone so feared have this many people so close to him?
Soon enough, the meal was over and you requested to go home. Lucas was sad and begged to stay, but you were acknowledged and Lilia was the one to take you back.
You thanked him for his help and the meal and got ready to follow Lucas inside your house.
"Y/N, " you turned to Lilia. "Please stop by for a vist again soon. Malleus enjoyed having your company."
Before today, you would've declined that offer no problem. But now, all you could do was slowly nod your head.
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Something Tells Me We're Not Done - Ruhn Danaan.
A/N - Back with some more Ruhn stuff!!
T/W - Talks of SA, please don't read if this is triggering for you, it's not discussed in massive detail just mentioned but please keep yourself safe! A little smut! First time writing this so criticism is welcome!
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Your earliest memories were of toddling around after your brother Declan, Flynn and the kind Prince who always held your hand and carried you on his shoulders. You weren't sure when your obsession with Ruhn began because you couldn't remember a time when you weren't. He was always there, in every memory you had of growing up, it was always Ruhn, Dec and Flynn.
Age 3:
You toddled into the kitchen having grown bored of the toys Declan had gotten out for you to play with, a handful of felt tips clutched in your chubby little hand as you approached the table where your brother sat with his friends discussing things you were too young to understand. Ruhn was the first of the three to notice you, he always was and you made a beeline for him, knowing it would be easier to convince him to play with you than your brother or Flynn. He scooped you up into his arms sitting you on his lap as he smiled down at you "Whatcha got there, Little Princess?" You beamed up at him "Colours!" You told him as you pulled at his arm, his sleeve of tattoos slowly growing and some still missing colour, he'd let you colour them in once and since then it had become a favourite pastime of yours. "Go on then" he smiled as he placed his arm flat on the table for you to colour and went back to his conversation.
You coloured contently for 5 minutes until you noticed a blister on his other arm, too young to understand it was a burn and that his father had given it too him but your little mind was so mad about how sore it looked and he must've felt your little body tense as his eyes snapped down to you and followed your eye line. "Hurt?" You asked him, a pout on your lips and he chuckled, brushing it off "It's okay Little Princess, I'm okay" he assured you but it wasn't enough and you hovered your little hand over it. That was how you all learned you possessed the rare gift of healing, just like your big brother as you healed the burn on Ruhn's arm.
The older you got the more complicated your feelings for Ruhn became, he was your brother's best friend and you knew he'd never see you as anything other than Dec's little sister and you felt pathetic for being irrevocably in love with a Prince you would never be able to have, at least not fully. The one who was your anchor when you made the drop, he taught you how to drink and smoke and kept an eye on you at the house parties they had, he took you to get your first tattoo, the one who had never stopped calling you Little Princess no matter how old you got and how much Flynn teased you for it and the reason you had a tiny little tiara tattooed on your hip.
The three of them were your fierce protectors, a lot of the time males feared getting close to you and girls only tried to get close to you for the three of them. You were content with your brother and his two friends who he shared with you without a second thought so you didn't need anyone else, you'd gotten into university to study healing, while Dec had taught you everything you knew about hacking and tech, you wanted to help people with your gift and Ruhn had promised you a job as the official Aux healer when you graduated.
Age 18:
Tears streaming down your face, you ran to the only place you knew you'd feel safe, banging on the door of your big brother's house frantically. "Flynn if you've lost your keys again, I swear-" A sleep mussed Ruhn cut himself off taking in the state of you. "Y/N, what's wrong?!" He asked as you shoved your way into the house "Is Dec here?" He shook his head "No, it's just me but I can call him?" He didn't have a chance to even wonder where his phone was as you threw yourself into his chest and sobbed. "Please talk to me? What happened? I thought you were going on your first ever date?" He asked again and you shuddered as you peeled yourself away from him and crossed your legs underneath yourself as you sat shakily on the sofa.
"I went" you confirmed "It was going so well Ruhn and he was driving me home when-" Ruhn tensed next to you "-he pulled into some empty parking lot and he tried-" you swallowed the lump in your throat as tears welled in your eyes again "-he tried to force me to-" Rhun cut you off as he stood "I'll kill him, I swear to the gods I'll kill him" you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to the sofa "Please don't leave me right now?" He sat again and pulled you into his side "I'm not going anywhere Little Princess, I can kill him tomorrow" you breathed him in "I smashed his face into the dash." Ruhn grinned "That's my girl!"
You weren't sure how long you sat there before he spoke again "I'm sorry that happened to you, don't settle for an asshole like that, when you're ready, make sure it's with someone you trust, someone you care about and who cares about you." He mumbled into your hair. "When I'm ready, I want it to be you." The words left your mouth before you could stop them and you were horrified at what you'd just admitted, Ruhn froze next to you. Shit shit shit. "What?" You knew he'd heard you but you repeated yourself anyway and waited for him to laugh at you, to reject you, to say anything really because it would be better than him staring at you like you'd grown a second head. "Why me?" He asked, "I trust you more than anyone, I can't think of anyone I'd rather share that with." He opened his mouth to reply but Dec and Flynn chose that moment to burst through the door. It was never spoken of again, until two years later, when Ruhn became your first.
Something had shifted between the two of you that night although you could never quite work out what. The dynamic had definitely shifted and you were now more friends than Dec's little sister. You adored your big brother but you wouldn't miss being known as his little sister, you guessed that laying yourself bare, quite literally, in front of someone would do that. You smiled softly to yourself remembering how he worshiped every inch of you, muttering into your skin how no one would be worthy of you, how he wasn't worthy of you, it had been all about you that night, which you'd heard from other girls at university wasn't common and later experiences confirmed this.
Ruhn had coaxed sounds out of you that you didn't even know you could make, at the time you were mortified but the look in his eyes told you not to be as he continued to drag them out of you. It was only after he'd given you three orgasams did he let you touch him, and you took your time exploring every glorious part of his body you could get your hands on.
"You need to stop looking at me like that Y/N" Ruhn's voice in your head shocked you back to reality, your cheeks heated as you realised you had indeed been looking at him the whole time as the sounds of the office met your ears again. "What were you thinking about?" You locked eyes with him across the room, and through the open door of his office in the Aux headquarters, his eyebrow raised at you waiting for an answer "The night of my 20th birthday" his smirk turned feral knowing exactly what you were talking about and it wasn't the party they'd thrown for you. "Enjoyed that did ya?" He teased, you rolled your eyes at him "I enjoyed you." He shifted uncomfortably in his desk chair and you smirked at the effect you were having on him. You stood from your desk, smoothing your little summer dress as you turned to leave, swaying your hips a little more than necessary as you left, his eyes following you the whole time. "You're killing me, Little Princess." You laughed back into his mind.
Teasing had become the norm for the two of you now, and at some point it snapped, how you'd ended up in Ruhn's room with his head between your legs you weren't sure but you didn't care as you pulled on his hair, begging him for more as you writhed underneath him. His strong hands had your hips fully pinned to the bed and the sounds you were making were unholy, not caring about the party or your brother downstairs. "Please, more" you gasped at him as his eyes snapped up to you, he crawled up your body, his fingers replacing his tongue as his lips met yours, you whined at the amount of clothes he still had on, pulling at his shirt. "Skin" you begged him "I need to feel your skin on mine." He smirked at you as he pulled his shirt off, your hands falling to his jeans that you were desperately trying to rid him of, your eyes widened at the sight of him in all his glory, no one you'd been with since had compared to him and that first time 5 years ago. He allowed it as you pushed him onto his back and crawled over him. "Let me show you what I've learned since last time." You smirked as seductively as you could and Ruhn threw his head back in a groan as you placed a light kiss on his tip and then licked his entire length from base to tip before finally taking him in your mouth. You hummed around him as his hips bucked and you dug your nails into his thigh to let him know you were okay. He lost it and was thrusting into your mouth in minutes when his voice floated into your mind. "I'm finishing in you, not like this." Your core tightened and you rubbed your thighs together to try and get any kind of friction you could. You pulled off of him with a very audible pop and crawled up his body, he quirked an eyebrow at you. "I want to ride you." He groaned again as he dragged your hips forward sliding you over his length as you let out another moan.
Sinking down on him was like heaven, the two of you both letting out breathy moans, his hands instantly finding your hips and started moving you, you placed both hands on his chest before taking the movement yourself getting into a good rhythm when he'd decided he wanted the control back and flipped you over, kissing you once more before thrusting into you at a godlike pace when the door flew open and he dropped his body over yours to cover you from whoever had come in. "What are you doing?! My eyes!!" Flynn screeched, his eyes going from Ruhn to you. There was nothing either of you could do, Ruhn couldn't get up and pull him into the room without leaving you exposed so you both watched in horror as Flynn called for Dec and then said "I'd get dressed before he gets up here" and turned his back. Ruhn kissed the side of your head and slowly pulled himself out of you and handed you his t-shirt, you pulled it over your head while he pulled his boxers on and threw your underwear at you that had ended up hanging off of the sword that stood in the corner of the room.
You'd never seen the murderous look in Declan's eyes before as you sat next to Ruhn on the side of his bed. "What in the ever loving fuck, were you thinking?" Dec asked his friend and your bare knees suddenly became incredibly interesting. "She's my little sister!" He continued "You've known her since she was born, she used to colour in your tattoos and make you wear your hair in bunches like her, you've literally watched her grow up, she's your little sister as well essentially!" You met Declan's eyes "I'll talk to you in a minute!" He snapped and you cringed. "I wasn't thinking Dec, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Ruhn told him and your heart tightened and Dec turned to you "What do you have to say for yourself? How could you? He's engaged Y/N!" Your eyes filled with tears, you hadn't known that and Dec had never looked at you like he was now, eyes full of disappointment. Dec sighed when it was clear you weren't going to give him an answer. "Get dressed and go home, Y/N" he turned on his heel and walked out the door, Flynn following closely behind him.
Ruhn opened his mouth to say something to you but you cut him off. "Don't" it came out weaker than you wanted as you stood to find your dress which had a lovely rip down it, you shot a look at Ruhn as he silently handed you a pair of his shorts instead and pulled them on and left the room without saying another word, you'd made it the the gates at the front of the house before you ran into Bryce and Hunt "What's wrong?" She asked taking you in wearing her brothers clothes as a tear slid down your cheek, you said nothing "Hunt, take her home, I'm gonna go and talk to Ruhn" Hunt nodded and offered you his hand and pulled you into him as he took to the sky "Please don't cry, whatever it is, we'll sort it out." He promised and you nodded weakly knowing that it couldn't be sorted out.
You crawled into bed, still wearing Ruhn's t-shirt and sent a text to Dec. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt or upset you, I love you. He replied almost instantly I love you too, just give me a few days. You let the tears fall then, sobs racking your body as you realised you'd lost Ruhn and maybe your brother in one fell swoop. Your phone buzzed again, it was Bryce I'm on my way, Ruhn told me what happened. Through your tears you text her back. You know where the spare key is.
It took 5 minutes for Bryce to arrive at your apartment, pull out a pair of cosy pyjamas for you both and another 5 for her to convince you to change into them and back into bed, she held you as you cried about Dec hating you, your feelings for her brother, about how Flynn was a narc, she'd laughed at that. "I had to get Hunt to break open his door" she said quietly "He'd trashed his room and was just sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands" you didn't want to think about him being sad, it hurt something deep inside you to know he was hurting. "He's getting married, Bryce, I didn't know." She sighed "He doesn't want to, it's just another move by our asshole father, I can tell you with absolute certainty that he'd give everything up to be with you if he could, but like you, he's scared of losing Dec." You shook your head "I'm just his best friend's little sister." She sighed again, "We both know that isn't true and hasn't been for a long time."
#ruhn danaan#ruhn x reader#crown prince of the valbaran fae#crescent city#house of earth and blood#house of sky and breath#bryce quinlan#hunt alathar#tristan flynn#declan emmet
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Hope you’re going well!
(Im sending these as cute little happy things but let me know if im just creating more work for you to do!)
More hcs! (This is kind of a mix of all au’s)
Tara loves any type of sweets!
Sam is so athletic so she loves jogging and maybe hikes! She likes to take tara with her even though she knows it will probably end up with her carrying tara before they even reach the halfway point!
All of the core 4 play very rough with werewolf sam! I can see all of them trying the tackle the huge wolf!
Tara likes to take small walks outside and she always brings back flowers for sam! (they are actually weeds but sam doesn’t have the heart to tell her sister the truth 😭)
Mindy and chad were definitely intimated by sam in her wolf form at first.. they would bring her sticks and toys as peace offerings
I feel like sometimes Mindy would tell tara how hot her sister is just to piss her off (this one might not be right)
I saw your one post about how tara didn’t know how to swim… imagine tara still being timid being in deep waters after they teach her so the core 4 lets her sit on their shoulders so she can still have fun with them without being scared!
Little tara would glare and get mad when anyone got close to sam.. sam was with her all the time and tara would get jealous when someone else talked to her!
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These are wonderful and I'm happy to receive them!!!
Sam and Tara having a sweet tooth was genuinely one of the hardest things I had to talk about in Foster AU because I cannot relate at all lol. I feel like, given I've given Tara a chewing problem, she definitely likes hard-boiled sweets, lollipops, and fudge. Sam strikes me as a dark chocolate kinda person.
I'm loving the thought of Sam taking up things like hiking and rock climbing. Tara tries to go with her when she can, because she knows how happy the activities make Sam and she wants to be enthusiastic about the things Sam enjoys (and also because the idea of Sam going out alone to do potentially dangerous activities scares her)... but oh god it's the worst. She does her best, she throws herself at it with enthusiasm and grit, but she just cannot keep up. Some people would just tell her to stay home, to stop being a burden. Sam enjoys every moment of watching her sister force herself through it and carrying her the rest of the way. (She loves that she tries, how she keeps trying, just for her).
Little Tara absolutely brings back all the 'flowers' she can find for her sister whenever she goes out, because they're super pretty and she loves them! Sam never tells her they're weeds, but her mother does once when she sees her handing them to Sam. "They're ugly weeds girl, not flowers. Stop bringing trash into my home," she says. "Weeds are flowers too!" Sam spits back. "And they're my favourite," she promises Tara. They keep a vase of dandelions in their kitchen as adults.
In the same way that Tara is Sam's, Sam is Tara's. She does not share her sister. It's like being scowled at like a puppy, adorable and in no way threatening. She'll attach herself to Sam's leg and peer around her to glare at the other person taking Sam's attention away from her.
Werewolf Sam is prime wrestling real estate. She's so gentle with them, but she demands they wear thick clothes just in case when wrestling so she doesn't nip them too hard. The very idea of Chad holding out a stick to Sam as a peace offering is so fucking funny. He would be so serious about it, and Tara would be like "what the fuck are you doing... that's so racist, Chad, god!"
Tara reluctantly learns to swim, but she still hates the water. (Chad suggests armbands, and she pushes him under the water for that.) They'll all stay in the shallow water with Tara so she feels comfortable and can still enjoy it with them.
Mindy is a little shit so she absolutely flirts with Sam - who is oblivious - and raves about her to Tara. Who has to hear about her arms and her legs and her as- "oh my god Mindy please stop." Mindy does not stop. Chad begins to join in and she seriously reconsiders their relationship. She's mad she can't whine about their behaviour to Sam, because she does not want to start that conversation. She rats on them to their mom once, and is horrified to learn where they get it from when Martha goes on a 45-minute talk about beautiful women.
She hangs up the phone, and turns to Sam who has been giving her weird looks for the past 10 minutes. "Who was that?" she asks, confused, because Tara hates phone calls, and she was on it for ages. "Martha," Tara responds, a little dazed.
"What- uh, what were you talking about?" Sam's dreading the answer, because surely it's about her relationship with Chad. If it was marriage talk, Sam's going to start throwing fists. Tara is far too young for that sort of thing. Oh god, what if it's baby talk?!
"Women."
"Women?"
"Women."
#/mp#ask box#Scream#Sam Carpenter#Tara Carpenter#scream headcanon tags#WOAH DID YOU KNOW IF YOU HIGHLIGHT A WORD AND PRESS THE ' KEY IT PUTS IT AT EITHER END???? sorry. very exciting moment for me.
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Jealousy Jealousy | Steddie X Fem!Reader | 18+
(This takes place towards the beginning of this universes steddie fic so there is still an establishment of a full blown relationship)
Warnings: explicit language, daddy kink, perv Eddie, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), dom/sub dynamics, Dom!Eddie and him being mean/rough, degradation, praise kink, spanking. Many more things.
Summary: Steve is away at work and Eddie is getting jealous of how desperate you get for him. So, he goes hard on the rules, making it so easy for you to slip up and punish you. However, you learn that Eddie is just jealous and needs as much attention as you do.
It's been a relaxing day at home, no chores, no plans just you and Eddie curled up on the couch. Some movie playing in the background on the TV. You sat perched in his lap, hands nestled on his thighs, as his arms rest on your sides, thumbs gently caressing the exposed skin. "Isn't this nice?" Eddie asks leaning forward to nuzzle into your neck nipping at the skin with his teeth sucking at the skin. You giggle and squirm in his lap a shaky breath leaving you. "Just you and me."
"Eddie." You whined. "M'Watching a show!" He chuckled ignoring your protests hands sneaking their way down to the hem of your shorts. You bit your lip knowing full well what he was doing. Eddie loved getting you all riled up and needy, he craved you, needed you. His fingers just breached the hem of your shorts when the phone rang. You sprung out of his lap and went to grab the phone off the wall. Eddie let out an audible sigh and flopped back on the couch with a groan head sinking back into the cushions.
"Hey, princess. How's my little girl doing?" Steve cooed over the receiver. You squealed happily and he chuckled.
"Hi, Daddy. I'm good Eddie and I are watching a movie." Steve could hear the TV in the background and he smiled. Eddie must be having a lazy day, otherwise the television wouldn't be on. You were not supposed to spend to much time in front of it in fear that you would get to attached.
"Now not to much TV time today princess I am supposed to take you to the movies tomorrow." He warns her voice low and demanding. You always enjoyed how firm Steve was with his rules, it filled that need for you to be controlled. That was exactly what he had over you and Eddie though when Steve was away Eddie made the rules.
"Okay, Daddy." You reply sweetly twirling the cord with your finger as he spoke.
"Alright, princess. I love you and I will see you tomorrow. Be a good girl for Eddie." He reminded you and he chuckled. Most of the time they had never had any problem's and always so good for them. Especially him, your Daddy, being his had special rewards and perks. Ones Eddie grew jealous of rather quickly.
"Yes Daddy, I will see you when you get home tomorrow." With that being said Steve hung up getting back to work whilst you went to climb back into Eddie's lap. You swung your legs over his straddling him hands running up his torso.
"Sorry I had to answer the phone, Eds." You apologize knowing how much it got to him when Steve pulled you away. His head lolls to the side as he looks at you. Eddie shifts on the couch pulling you closer by the waist and he digs his fingers into the skin there, his rings felt cool against your skin, and you let out a pleased sigh.
"Did he give you any instructions today?" He asks eyes boring into your own. His tone was serious and when he got like this it was hard to tell what he'd do or say next. Eddie was very unpredictable compared to Steve the two were stark in contrast. You nodded and his left hand goes to take ahold of your chin keeping your eyes on him.
"Yes, Eddie." You reply eyes trailing down to glance at his lips then back up to his eyes. He hums and he releases her chin her fingers toy with the fabric of his shirt as he stared down at her.
"What were the instructions, sweetheart?" He asks gently hands running over the sides of your hips fiddling with the hem of your shirt. It was his favorite, showing off all your greatest aspects, hips, chest, and stomach.
"To be good for you, Sir." Eddie chuckled at the response and leaned forward his lips stopping an inch away from yours.
"And you're going to be good for me aren't you, baby?" His voice was low, husky, and sending that familiar electricity through you and right to your core.
"Yes, Sir." Your eyes flutter up at him and a chuckle reverberates through his chest being able to feel it, hands still pressed against his chest. Eddie leaned forward and pecked your lips. It was quick, no passion, or desperation it made you whine.
"Not today, sweetheart. Not while I'm in charge." Eddie was firm with his rules, even more so than your Daddy was, but that did not change how well behaved for them you were.
"But, I wanna kiss you, Eds." Sighing in desperation you knew deep down that's what he wanted, craved the control that Steve had over you. Eddie was power hungry and while Daddy was away he was going to get it. He pulls you off his lap with a huff and walking off. Eddie was slow and deliberate with his movements on making his way into the kitchen. You sit on the couch pouting as he poured himself something to drink in the kitchen.
"You can kiss me later, sweetheart. Right now we need to go over some rules for today and seeing as you are already acting like a whiny brat." Eddie sneered eyes staring you down in the currently very pouty state that he had left you in. "We're going to have to go stricter on the rules for today." He sets down the glass a bit harsher than intended, and goes to undo his belt, pulling it from his waist with ease. Eddie places the item over the table and smirks watching as you eye the belt cautiously. "Any time you snap back, disrespect, pout, or whine, I'm bending you over my knee and spanking your cute little ass. Understand?"
"Y-Yes, Sir." You stammer out quickly. Today was definitely not the day to get Eddie worked up and clearly he was in some sort of mood. He wasn't normally this strict when Daddy away, he was always sweet giving you kisses and treats, the always gave you what you want. He spoiled the fuck out of you. But today he has snapped today he didn't want to do that, clearly there was something he wanted, but maybe you'd figure it out.
"That's my, good girl." Still sat on the couch he urges you to come over with his finger. "Come." You look up at those brown eyes, soft and beautiful, darkened with lust. Not wishing to be on the receiving end of his belt you stand up. All to quickly he snaps, "I want you on your hands and knees baby. Come on." You flinch at the outburst and quickly drop to floor as he commanded.
"See, now that wasn't so fucking hard, baby girl." He cooed down at you finally making it over to where he stood in the kitchen. You sit back on your heels hands placed in your lap waiting for the next command. Eddie simply stares down at you admiring the way you look beneath. "So pretty like this. You hardly get on your knees for me anymore." As sad as it was that was true. You'd always great Steve when he came home on your knees and let him use you anyway he want while Eddie was left last. It kind of hurt to finally realize it, but it was not going to change anything. His fingers curl around your chin tilting your head up as he examines you.
"Sorry, Sir." You mumble out an apology knowing it won't exactly fix anything, but it was more for Eddie's sake, he needed to hear it. He hums in content and then chuckles.
"Sorry, won't fix anything. I'm just going to have to show you what you do to me." He's in your face kissing your forehead voice lowering to a whisper, "You remember that safe word, pretty girl?" With a nod in response Eddie sighs. "Words baby. I need to hear it." His fingers dig into the skin of your cheeks and you try your best not to whine, keeping in mind the list of rules.
"Peaches." Eddie sighs in relief, and after that the kind and caring Eddie that you know and love is gone. He pulls back keeping the firm grip on your chin and running his thumb over your bottom lip.
"How's your throat training been going baby? Can you take cock without gagging huh?" He pushed his finger past your lips eyes watching carefully, as you take it, then adding another finger. The cool steel of his rings brushing against your lips as he presses his fingers down on your tongue, drool spiling past your slightly parted lips. Eddie chuckles, "So far so good what about.." enjoying the warmth of your mouth around his fingers. God, only knows what it would be like around his cock. He trails of as he pushes it further not being to shocked when you gag around his fingers. Sputtering around them as he lets out a sigh, "Here I thought you were doing so well." He pulls them from your mouth coated in your saliva and wipes them on your top, one you favored, but kept that mouth shut.
"So dumb you can't even take my fingers without gagging." He hissed down at you. "If you can't take my fingers what makes you think you can handle sucking cock. What would Daddy say if he found out hmm?" His words sent a familiar ache between your thighs, aching and ready for attention. There was just something about that way he spoke to you. Making you feel smaller and dumber than you were.
"I-I'm sorry, Sir." You sputtered out looking up at Eddie. He was silently watching you calculating his next move. Sometimes he was highly unpredictable when he got into one of his moods especially when it was because of the attention he never got.
"You are going to be. We need to get that pretty mouth all trained up for Daddy. Instead we wont be using my fingers, I've been going to easy on you baby and I'm tired of being the good guy." You shift in place going back to rest on your ass as you watched Eddie undo the button to his jeans and work the zipper, shoving them down along with his boxers freeing his already hard cock. The sight Eddie of his cock standing proud, tip angry and red, made you drool he was a sight. "You're going to take every last inch, and if you gag, we start over." You lean forward reaching up to take his cock into your hand, but he smacks them away, "Oh, no hands only your cute little mouth and you better not ruin my jeans, baby girl." He ordered his voice becoming gruff, "Or I'll have to bruise that pretty little ass."
Your palms go up to brace yourself on his thighs, moving to sit at your knees, the carpet rubbing unpleasantly against your skin. Eddie could see the wince of pain and smirks. He watches as your lips wrap around the tip, starting slowly, and swirling your tongue around it. Eddie sighs in bliss head lolled back as his chest heaves with ever gasp and breath. "F-Fuck there's my good girl." He groans. His fingers move to curl into your hair, nails brushing against your scalp.
You moan around the tip and he growls, "I know you can take more than that, let me help." He pushes your further down his shaft dragging you onto him by your hair, nearly making you gag, but make up for it by breathing through your nose, and catching yourself. The pain only added to the pleasure and the wetness pulling between your legs no doubt you were soaked.
"There.. we go.." Eddie sighs eyes half-lidded blown with lust watching you take him hungrily the sounds wet and sloppy, filling the room except for the occasional voice from the television. Just you and Eddie in this moment. He was finally getting what he craved the most control. Steve always made the rules, always got what he wanted, and you always listened. It drove him insane. In the moment something snapped and Eddie practically shoved his cock down your throat barely giving you time to adjust.
"Fuck this! I'm going to use that little throat of yours just like Daddy does and you are going to thank me, slut." He's pulling you along his shaft at rough pace, but you manage to breathe your nose. Your saliva coated his cock and he was practically animalistic in his movements. "Always so good for Daddy and never giving me the fucking time of day." Eddie grunted hooked on the warm feeling of your mouth around him, and you can only feel him. Feel his cock sliding down your throat, filling ever inch of your mouth with him. Making sure to etch the memory of his cock into your brain by throat-fucking you hard enough.
"Fucking little slut! Youre all mine now, no Daddy to save you." He growled, drool dripping down the corners of your mouth and down your chin. "God, I fucking love taking you like this. Making an absolute mess if your face." His grunts and the echo of your gurgling down his cock filled the room. It was wet, messy and sloppy, but God did you love it. "Fucking slut." Eddie was close and if the feeling of his dick twitching on your tongue was any indication then he was going cum down your throat.
"You gonna take, baby?" You look up at him and he chuckles as he watches himself disseaper down your throat. You hum around him, he sighs eyes fluttering shut, and hips stuttering for a second. Before he returned to that brutal pace in face-fucking you. Your grip on his thighs tightening clenching the fabric of his jeans between your fingers. "That's right you will and you'll love every fucking second. You're my slut to play with--Fuck!" He suddenly pulls you off of him and you gasp the air rushing back into your lungs. "I want to absolutely destroy you, sweetheart. Been waiting all week for this." He pulls up to stand by your hair and drags you back over to couch, nearly stumbling over your own feet. He presses his hand to your lover back forcing you to bend over the arm of the loveseat. Kicking your legs apart with his foot.
His left hand has a grip on your hair pulling it taut as his other hand reels back delivering a pop to your ass. He moves to pry both your shorts and panties off throwing them off to who knows where. You cry out, "What do you say, slut." Your eyes are glossy tears silently flowing down your cheeks
"T-Thank you, Master." He chuckled darkly letting go of your hair to guide himself into your cunt. Relishing in the feeling as you tighten around him. Your let out a small whine as he stretches you out.
"That's what I like to hear, slut. I'm going to cum inside you, fill you up." Eddie made that a promise hips immediately meeting yours as he picked up a harsh pace fucking you into the couch. Your moans were sinful, loud, and Eddie ate up every sound. His grip on your hips were harsh no doubt fresh bruises would bloom later on, but you treasured them each and every one.
His pace brutal and unrelenting, "F-Fuck Eds, you're so gooood.." You gasp loving the way Eddie could make you see stars.
"Shit, baby. Gonna cum inside you, gonna take it though aren't you?" He grunted and you gasp, breathing uneven as you try to stammer out a response.
"Hng--Fuck, yes! You own me, Master."
"That, I fucking do, princess. Now fucking take it." He growled in your ear, pushing all the way inside you making sure every last drop wasn't wasted, dick twitching as he fill you up. His hips slowed to a stop riding his high and you collapsed against the couch a whimpering and whining mess. Eddie pulls out and it leaves you shuddering. He plops down on the couch next to you pulling you into his lap, "So good for me baby. I love you."
"I love you to, Eds. If you were jealous you could just told me." You look up at him with a soft smile. His hand goes down between your legs idly rubbing hus fingers over your clit. You gasp and he chuckles.
"You made it up to me today, baby. I just need to learn to share more, but right now I want you to cum around my fingers." Eddie had given you just exactly what you needed and what he needed. You felt so loved and cared for in the moment. No matter how much he used you he always managed to give back. He made you cum on hus fingers for the rest of the day not once leaving the spot between your legs, something was just so addicting about hearing those pornagraphic moans spill from your lips.
"That's my girl. My good little girl."
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Thank you to @carol-munson and @rollergirlworld for inspiring this fic. I hope my steddie contribution has pleased thee.
#eddie munson#steve harrington x reader#stranger things fandom#eddie munson x you#stranger things x fem!reader#steddie x you#steddie x reader#steddie smut#steddie x fem!reader#steddie x fem!reader smut#18 +#x female reader#mean!eddie munson#daddy eddie munson
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May I request a small fanfic with Harold and Heidi sibling fluff?
Sure thing although I'm very bad at writing and I might end up making it terrible-- it may be rushed or poorly made so. I apologize if I wrote the fanfic terribly.
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ms. Kitty ✧.*
🩷 • Summary: Heidi took her favorite stuffed animal to school and accidentally lost it. Luckily Harold found the stuffed animal for her.
🍰 • Total words: 1,491 (?)
🍓 • Warning: cringe writing, terrible grammar, etc.
It was a good Monday, Harold woke up around 6:40 and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and change. However, he didn't sleep well for some odd reason, but he shrugged as he looked at the mirror. He began washing his face and head to his room to organize his backpack.
Meanwhile, he was hearing his sister talking in her room. Harold slowly opened the door to check what she was doing.
His sister was talking to her favorite stuffed animal, "Ms. Kitty".
Heidi places the cat plush on her bed, facing away from her.
Heidi: "Okay Ms. Kitty, I'm ready to take you to school--"
Heidi paused for a moment, waiting for a response from the stuffed cat.
A beat of silence
Heidi: "Of course, it's gonna be fun, Ms. Kitty!”
The plush seems to stare, questioning the girl.
Heidi: "Come on, I'm very sure the school isn't that bad."
Harold walked into the room with confusion.
Harold: "Heidi what are you doing?? You're supposed to get ready for school."
Heidi: "Sowwy. I just wanna take Ms. Kitty with me." She replied, holding her stuffed cat.
Harold: "I don't think you're allowed to bring toys to school," he said. "Do you remember what happened last week when you took my water gun without my permission and got caught using it?"
His sister started to remember it. It was fun shooting the kids with water and getting wet from all that water shooting but unfortunately, Mr. Krupp wasn't happy with Heidi's behavior and took the water gun away from her as a punishment.
Why of course Heidi was too young to understand the school rules especially because she's in kindergarten and doesn't know how strict the principal is.
Heidi nodded her head.
Heidi: "Yeah I remember! That principle was a meanie!"
Harold: "Heidi..."
Heidi: "Oh oh! Momma is making breakfast! Let's go Ms. Kitty!"
She ran out of the room with her stuffed animal, leaving Harold behind.
Harold sighed and when downstairs before he gets ready to leave the house.
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Few minutes passed and they finally went inside the school. After all, Harold needed to go inside the classroom before the bell rings. Heidi was still holding her stuffed cat with her.
Her brother looked at her making sure she doesn't do anything stupid like last time. He stopped walking once he found her classroom and glanced his sister.
Harold: "Hey Heidi, you don't mind if I keep your plushie with me?" He asked.
Heidi: "No," she said.
Harold: "But you're gonna end up losing your plushie if you get caught playing with it!" He explained.
Heidi hugged her stuffed animal tightly, refusing to listen to Harold.
Heidi: "Hmph.."
Harold: "You don't wanna lose her, right? Just give me Ms. Kitty and I promise I'm gonna take care of her."
Heidi: "No!"
She shook her head.
Harold couldn't blame her though, she's only younger than him, and well...she is still learning. Harold crossed his arms, thinking if it was a good idea to let her keep Ms. Kitty but he had no choice but to let her keep the stuffed animal.
Harold: "Alright. Do what you want, I can't stop you. But please do NOT leave your plushie alone." He said.
Heidi: "Yay!"
Harold: "Just make sure to keep her inside your backpack or somewhere hidden."
Unfortunately, his sister already went to class without letting her brother finish talking. Harold rolled his eyes, knowing how she is whenever she doesn't wanna listen to him.
'Girls these days...'
he said to himself as he went to his classroom, hoping his best friend George is there too. Probably hoping the day goes fast like last Friday.
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Finally, it was 2:59 PM and the kids were getting ready to get their stuff to return home.
Harold and George were walking to their lockers and holding their comics.
George: "I cannot believe we just earn 20 dollars for selling these comics!" He said with a smile.
Harold wasn't paying attention lately. He has been worried about something. George quickly noticed that.
George: "Harold?"
Harold: "O-oh yeah I'm listening." He replied.
George: "Dude you have been worried since morning. What's bothering you?"
Harold: "I don't know man! I don't like being too protective around Heidi. She has been obsessed with that stuffed animal ever since my mom brought that on her birthday. It's weird."
George: "Ohhh. That toy? Oh jeez man, trust me all the girls are obsessed with that thing. It's so annoying." He said while he was packing his backpack.
Harold: "Really? No wonder why I couldn't sleep well. She has been singing that same music over and over!"
His friend wasn't wrong. Probably most girls like stuff like those nowadays, you know the generation is always changing, what else could we say?
Speaking of Heidi and her "obsession" with Ms. Kitty, Harold just found out he completely forgot to pick up his sister from kindergarten.
Harold: "Oh shoot! I forgot I have to pick Heidi from kindergarten!"
George: "Don't worry man, I'm sure you don't mind if I help you out, right?"
Harold: "Oh sure thanks."
The boys went to the kindergarten where Harold left Heidi in the morning. He noticed his sister isn't outside of her classroom. This is odd because Heidi would always stand outside to wait for her big brother to show up and pick her up. Harold opened the door, the classroom was empty. Turns out all the kindergarteners left except for Heidi who was sitting on the carpet all alone with her backpack.
Harold: "Heidi?" He said, being outside of the classroom waiting for her to come out
Heidi slowly stood up, walking over to the open door while fidgeting with her hands. Harold saw her sister, who came out of her classroom all gloomy. Her face was puffy, cheek stained with tears, hiccuping, sniffling, and trying to catch her breath.
The big brother began crouching to face his sister. He was very concerned.
Harold: "Heidi? What happened?"
The soft tone and genuine concern Harold was showing only made Heidi more sad, making her only tear up more.
At this point, George had turned his concern toward Heidi too.
Harold: "Is something upsetting you? Do you want to go home?"
Heidi could only shake her head as she hiccuped out a little sob.
Harold: "No? Then what's wrong?"
It was difficult for Harold to understand her, but Heidi finally got herself to speak.
Heidi: "I lost Ms. Kitty and-- I can't find her!" She said, still crying.
Harold: "Ms. Kitty???"
At first, he thought it was a real animal until he began realizing Heidi was referring to her favorite stuffed animal.
Harold: "O-ohh...is that why you seem all sad?"
Heidi nodded, wiping her tears with her arms although more just came pouring out. Harold sighed.
Harold: "This is exactly what I meant when I said do NOT bring your plushie to school..."
Heidi: "But I just wanted to play with Ms. Kitty! I want Ms. Kitty back! Im sowwy..!"
Harold: "Shh it's okay calm down."
Harold rubbed his sister's back, trying to get her crying to slow down.
Heidi: "mm..."
Heidi soon stopped crying and Harold sit her down next to George. Which yeah. There was a bench in the hallway next to the other classroom.
Harold: "I'll go find Ms. Kitty, okay? Just stay with George."
He went all around the school to find his sister's favorite stuffed animal, especially around the hallways.
He checked Krupp's office, he checked the trashcans, the bathrooms, the staffroom, under the tables, entering every classroom to check, everywhere. No stuffed animal were spotted.
It was very stressful for Harold but he then realized he forgot to check the playground. He went behind the school where the playroom was. It was very empty as an unfilled tank. Harold started to go around the playground to find it, eventually the stuffed animal was inside of the slide.
He sighed, grabbing it and walking back to were he left Heidi and George.
Harold: "Look who I found!"
Harold smiled as he give Heidi her favorite stuffed animal.
Heidi: "Yay! Ms. Kitty! Thanks bwig bwouther!"
She began hugging Ms. Kitty, George glanced at his friend.
George: "Wow man...she is obsessed with that plushie huh?"
Harold: "I can't blame her though. That's her favorite."
George: "yeeaahh..." he said awkwardly. "So wanna go buy ice cream? I think the ice cream store is open until 10."
Harold: "Sure thing!"
Heidi: "yey! Bwig bwouther can Ms. Kitty go with us?"
Harold softly smiles at her.
Harold: "Sure thing" He nodded his head.
Heidi: "Yipee-"
Harold was holding Heidi's hand gently.
The three of them went out of the school and headed to the ice cream store. Finally a normal day. Heidi learned her small lesson and tried her best to keep her stuff safe even tho her brother will always help her find stuff.
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Finally- I finish writing jssnsn I hope you enjoy it- if it's very bad then pls let me know- I'd appreciate if you let me know if I ever miss anything or made it bad-
#captain underpants#tetocu#harold hutchins#george beard#heidi hutchins#AAAAAA ITS SO BAD-#fanfiction#fluff fanfic#fanfic
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Jason x gf!reader where jason asks to play with her 🍑 during sexy time and she shyly agrees
Jason leaned down and gently sunk his teeth into the soft skin of your right ass cheek. Not to hurt. Or bruise.
Just a nibble. Just enough to make you yelp in surprise. And when he rubbed your bottom and you arched into the touch, he smiled.
"Such a pretty princess," he murmured. "You've got such a perfect ass."
"Thank you," you murmur, face heating. Jason is always telling you something about you is perfect or beautiful. And he hated it when you told him it wasn't true. It was the one thing that would make him actually a little mad. Irritated enough at you to spank you instead of putting you in time out.
"You're welcome," he hummed. Pleased. It wasn't about you thinking you weren't beautiful- which you were. It was about you learning not to be mean to yourself. "Get on your hands and knees for me, Princess?"
"But-"
"You're not in trouble," he soothed, kissing your spine tenderly. "Wanna get a good look at that ass baby."
He watches you comply and pats your thigh to prompt you to spread your legs wider, "Down on our fore arms, beautiful. I don't want weight on your wrists that long."
"Jay, why?"
"Wanna see how pretty you are. Love seeing you splayed out for me." He reaches out and kneads into your ass with his fingers, massaging the flesh lovingly. "Does that feel good, Princess?" He knew it did. You loved his attention. You basked in it. Thrived on it- just like he'd hoped you would when he explained to you the kind of relationship he wanted in the bedroom.
"That's nice, Jaybird," you murmur.
He rumbled approvingly and chanced sliding his thumb in a slow, soft circle over your asshole, pleased when your breathing stuttered in surprise. And then turned into a soft little pitiful noise. "No one's ever fucked your ass, have they, baby girl?"
"No," you murmur, face heating.
"Don't be embarrassed, Princess," he said, still smoothing a slow circle against you with his thumb. "You know how much I like showing you new things." He kept his touch gentle, letting you adjust to a new sensation, speeding up just slightly instead of adding more pressure. "Can I try some things baby? Jut- just to see if you like it."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Not if we go real slow," he said, nipping your ass cheek affectionately. "I can do it and not hurt you, sweet girl. It might be a little uncomfortable for a little bit while you adjust to a new toy. But, as long as we go slow and I keep you relaxed- I think you'll like it."
"This feels good," you admit, pushing back against his hand a little.
"There's lots of nerve endings there," he hummed. "Your body is made to feel good, Princess. It's made to feel pleasure- Let me show you some new things, huh? Do you trust me?"
"I trust you," you answer softly.
"There's my girl," he rumbled, kissing the small of your back. "You're so sweet for me, baby. I'm gonna help you feel so good."
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"You don't remember this, but last time we were here, you killed me!
It was incredible! I didn't know you had it in you!
It's what I've been looking for all along
Someone just like me.
And that's when I knew I've been wrong this whole time! Your traitor of a brother doesn't deserve my legacy. You do.
And to think I wanted a boy when all this time you were all I needed"
"...Congratulations on growing past your sexist views, I guess"
"I know, I know. Im a total supporter of women's rights now"
"So... what do you want from me? To kill you again?"
"Haha, no"
"I want you to join me"
"What...?"
"Oh, it would be great! A father-daughter business.
You would have everything you'd want! Money, connections, influence,
Haunted houses
I know you like those!
I know I've havent been the most attentive father in the world, yes, yes
But that can change now! I love you, my daughter! Let's be together forever!"
"... You cannot be serious"
"Oh, I am
In fact, if you go with me, you can leave this place.
With only one death in your pocket! How lucky is that?
Don't you want it?"
Nadia stares in silence
"Um, Nadia"
"We're not going to judge you no matter what decision you make, okay?
There's nothing wrong with wanting out of this as quick as possible"
"I will judge you. But I know you're not stupid enough to actually agree"
"Ángel that is not reassuring, we're going for reassuring here"
"We are?"
"I know you don't want to hear this, Nadia, but you are a child, and you don't deserve to be in a place like this"
"I mean, you could go get help"
"No, she can't!"
"This doesn't seem like a healthy father daughter relationship to me"
"That's just because you dont have children, my friend"
"... shut up, both of you"
"I know what I'm doing"
"That's my girl!"
"Die"
"But, before that. I need to ask"
"Why do you want me to care for your company? I thought it was your pride and joy"
"Ah, that's pretty simple"
"It's because I'll stay here!"
"Here?"
"Yes, in this house"
"Once all of you leave, I'll stay.
Of course, I'll still manage some of my companies and do projects. Technology is full of wonders! I'll be able to do anything I want from here
And never leave"
"...Because of the death loop?"
"Exactly! Who could've thought you actually had a brain
I'll stay here forever, until the end of times
I will never die
So I'll have all the time in the world to do anything! Isn't that wonderful
But I still need an agent on site, you know? That's where you come in, Nadia!
You'll be my little clone, doing things in the dangers of the outside while I stay here!
Forever"
"If you do a good enough job, I could invite you to live here as well! Ah, but you need to have children, okay? Even if it's adopted ones. We need to keep the lineage going!"
"You are so stupid"
"... Excuse you?"
"You are throwing your life away, forever isolated in the snow.
Can't you see how stupid is that?"
"...I didn't ask for life advice, Mr. Detective. Please learn your place"
"Not only that, you're giving your life away to a haunted house
There are things at play here that you don't understand. That no one understands.
And you think you can just toy with them however you like? It's ridiculous!
There's so many things about this house that are still a mystery! The amount of uncertainty around its time looping mechanism is going to kill you!
Can't you see how stupid you're being right now?"
"Houses like these should be destroyed"
Uh oh, that was a bad thing to say
Eugene gets closer
He looks angry
"There's no uncertainties about the mechanics
All I've learned, is through practice
You didn't think you all were the first people I've killed here, did you?
I've learned everything there is to know about this house
And I'll keep on experimenting, I'll keep on finding out
That's what should be done with these houses. There's so much to obtain from them"
"But I'm sure you don't know anything about that.
All you do is destroy them."
He's looking directly into Beebo's eyes
"I do, and I'd do it again
To every haunted house in existence
I'd destroy them all"
Things get physical very quickly
"You are so fucking full of yourself. You didn't think for a second what that house could offer you, didn't you? You are the stupid one here, refusing to look farther than your own fucking nose!"
"You don't understand! That place was dangerous! This place is dangerous! If it wasn't for me, you would've died ages ago!
You should be thanking me with all your heart for destroying that hell building, I saved your life!"
"You didn't save shit, fucking coward"
"You are not living here. You are being eaten."
"Stop being stupid and realize this is not something you should play around with!"
"I am going to take out your eyes, and make you eat them"
"Get away from him"
Ángel has his pocket knife drawn and pointed directly to Coli's neck
"Or what? You'll kill me? Are you that eager for your boytoy to forget you again?"
"I can stab you without killing you"
"Oh? Are you sure this is what you want to do? I had a great time practicing stabs to the heart. And a great subject right here"
He grabs Oliver tighly
Oliver feels his chest start to hurt
He tries his best to subdue his growing panic
"Án- Hey, Ángel. It's okay, back out"
"I will hunt you down to the end of times. No house will save you"
"I'm sure that would work great for you"
"I've made my decision"
They all look towards Nadia
"Will you three behave like adults now?"
"Anything for you dear"
Eugene drops Beebo
Oliver and Ángel go towards Nadia, shielding her
"Oliver is right. While I'm certainly interested in these houses, they are not something to be played with
I dont know what power outside our comprehension gives them these abilities, but I know there must be consequences we don't know about
To live in such uncertainty, it's not something I want
Nor is it to completely devote my life to becoming a clone of you, for you to use around and throw to situations you are too much of a coward to face on your own.
You are not living, you never were.
You never cared to look around and appreciate everything you had, everything you'd managed to get.
And now you are becoming a hermit, forever
What's the point of an eternity like that?
I am not like you, not at all
I actually care about people. And people care about me too
I am not your blood, I am Nina's blood
So, kill me all you want. It won't change my mind"
"You talk just like your mother, all business like
It's something I always admired about her
Her capacity to remain logical in times of high pressure"
"It's a shame she's going to die!"
"Wait, no!"
Oliver and Ángel run towards Eugene
They know this is their only chance
"We'll see each other again. I'm sure you'll change your mind eventually.
We have all the time in the world"
He clicks the button
They hear an explosion
Oliver remembers something
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