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— summary: Rafe finds out about some of your darkest fantasies and decides to bring them to life.

— warnings: smut! 18+ non/dub con, kidnapping, rafe chases reader through the woods, bondage, open-mouth gag, breath play, edging, fingering, ass play, biting, forced blow job, knife play, forced unprotected sex, forced creampie, spitting, slapping, spanking, branding, hair pulling, choking, degrading, praise kink, sir kink, possessive!rafe, sub!reader, dark!rafe. (is this considered DDDNE?)

— note: my book series has sparked the DARKEST parts of my mind… please read all warnings carefully! this is a work of fiction! if you’re uncomfortable with anything in the warnings, DO NOT READ. DO NOT READ UNLESS 18+ !!

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❥ run, little one— r.c

Y/N

“Run, little one! ‘Cause when I catch you, you’re going to wish I hadn’t”

Rafe’s voice booms through the dark woods, my pulse is racing, blood rushing to my ears, nothing but the sounds of my heavy breathing and ringing fill my ears. My eyes scan the length of the woods, I have no clue where I am, and i’m terrified, but i’m also soaked.

Thoughts of what Rafe would do to me when he catches me have my panties dripping with my arousal, pussy pulsing with need. It may be fucked up, but the fear of the unknown, the thought of the pain he’d bring me is what got me excited. The pure rush of adrenaline, not having a choice in anything, him being forceful and rough with me— it excited me.

The sound of a branch snapping behind me makes me gasp, my feet taking off through the woods again, running, hoping I can find anywhere to hide. I take a turn, thinking i’d finally lost him but a loud scream is ripped from my chest when I run into something hard, the impact knocking the breath out of me and making me fall right on my ass.

“Shhhh, don’t worry princess, ‘m gonna take good care of you” Rafe whispers in my ear.

I feel something slapped over my mouth, preventing me from screaming and then my vision goes black. My eyes rip open, realizing i’d been dreaming, but now i’m not. My face is covered by a black hood, duct tape over my lips, making unintelligible noises fall from me. I hear the sound of metal clanking, and Rafe roughly forces my arms behind my back, crossing them before slapping handcuffs on and tightening them so tight they pinch at the skin of my wrists.

Rafe lifts me from the bed and tosses me over his shoulder. I begin pounding at his back as best I could with my restrained fists, screaming into the duct tape, trying to fight for him to put me down, but it’s useless.

A harsh slap is landed across my ass cheek, exposed by the short sleep shorts i’d put on before my nap, making me whimper from the contact.

The sound of a door opening and closing makes me jump, the cool fall air hitting at my skin and sending goosebumps up my body. What is he doing? Where is he taking me? I was terrified, but I was also ashamed at how soaked I was, my pussy throbbing as he carried me outside and to God knows where.

I hear him open a car door, my body being tossed into the back seat before he slams the door shut and hopping into the driver seat.

I hear the truck pull out onto the road, the windows rolling down and letting the cold air slap at my bare skin. I try my best to roll onto my stomach in the seat, my handcuffed wrists pinned underneath my back uncomfortable and making me whine.

I try and shout through the tape some more, wanting answers as to what was going through Rafe’s mind, but my body sags into the backseats, remembering it’s useless, my mouth is literally taped shut.

“Don’t worry, little one. We’re gonna have some fun”

I whimper at his words as he turns the radio in his truck up, “Church” by Chase Atlantic the last thing I hear before my mind goes blank.

RAFE

I pull down the long and over grown driveway, the large cabin that’s sat abandoned for few years finally coming into view. I smirk to myself, my eyes glancing up into the rearview mirror to see Y/N laid still in the backseat. She’d finally stopped whimpering and squirming about thirty minutes into the drive, probably made herself pass out, she was exhausted, and I had woken her from her nap to have some fun.

My girl doesn’t know it, but i’ve been reading her dream journals, her diaries, getting an inside peek at her dark and dirty mind. My girl wants to be chased, wants to be bound and gagged, having any choice or control taken from her. She wants me to be forceful with her, she wants me to hurt her, make her cry, make her beg me to stop— when her mind and pussy are really begging me to continue.

She has no idea what I have in store for her tonight, and the thought of her whimpering, unable to see, speak, breathe, tell me no. It had my cock straining against the fabric of my jeans.

I pull the truck to a stop, shutting the engine off and hopping out to open the back seat door. “Time to wake up, little one. Let the fun begin” I whisper in her ear, the weight of my body pressing down on her bare legs.

She begins squirming in the seat, the sounds of her muffled cries filling my ears, blood rushing to my already painfully hard cock. She must have thought she was still dreaming this whole time, and waking up — completely stripped of her ability to see or speak — She must be terrified again, exactly how I want her.

I carefully scoop her body into my arms, her head and legs trashing from side to side as unintelligible noises fall past her lips. I walk us into the cabin, glancing around at everything i’d set up, i’d been planning this for weeks, getting everything i’d need to have some fun with my girl. There’s a large mattress sitting on a metal bed frame pushed against the wall, laid out on it are ropes, an open-mouth gag, a silky red blindfold, various toys, and a long paddle whip that has the word WHORE engraved into it.

Smirking to myself, I continue walking through the old cabin and out the back door. When I finally decide we’re far enough into the woods, I set her body down on the ground, removing the black hood from her head and yanking the duct tape from her lips.

Her eyes rip open, going wide as she whips her head around, taking in her surroundings. “R-Rafe? Where- Where are we? Why did you fucking kidnap me?!” She shouts, a small look of fear in her eyes.

I smirk, “You’ll get a five minute head start, little one” I pause, watching in amusement as her chest heaves up and down, my eyes scanning over her plump breasts as they threaten to spill out of the small top she’s wearing. “Hope you can run fast, and hide well. Because if I catch you, you’re mine to use however I want”

She begins struggling to stand, her wrists still cuffed behind her back making a fairly simple task more difficult. I watch her struggle for a moment before I bend over and grip the inside of her left arm, jerking her to her feet. She winces when rocks and twigs begin stabbing at the bottoms of her bare feet, “Rafe! This isn’t funny, undo the cuffs, I wanna go home”

“Now, now Y/N.. I’ve read your dream journals, your diaries. I know all of the sick and twisted dreams and thoughts you have. I know exactly what you want me to do to you, why should I deprive you of what you want?”

Her eyes nearly pop out of her head, her face turning a deep shade of red, shame taking over her features when she hears the words that slip past my lips. I take a step toward her, and she flinches back, but it doesn’t stop me. I reach my hand out, the pad of my thumb running over her mascara stained cheek, “No need to be ashamed, we all have our kinks baby” I pause, placing my hand on the back of her head and pulling her forehead into my lips, kissing softly at the skin before I pull back and whisper, “Now run”

Y/N

“Now run”

His words make my heart begin hammering in my chest, my body turning as I begin running through the dark woods. I’m dodging trees, trying not to scream out in pain as twigs, and rocks and God knows what else stabs at the bottom of my feet.

My ears begin ringing, my head throbbing when I come to a stop, trying my hardest to catch my breath. My head whips from side to side, trying to find anywhere to hide, but all I see if acres and acres of woods. The sound of a twig snapping close by makes me take off running again, I run and run, afraid to stop. I shouldn’t be so turned on, but I am. Part of me wants to get caught, wants to let him use me however he pleases, but the smallest part inside me that says to keep running wins.

I come to another stop after what felt like hours of running, my back pressed against a tree. My throat is sore, lips and mouth dry from my heavy breathing. I peek around the side of the tree, but all I see if darkness. I let out a sigh of relief thinking i’d lost him for the time being, but that thought is quickly gone when I feel rough hands grabbing the backs of my arms, twisting them in an uncomfortable way, making me scream out in pain.

“Caught you” I hear Rafe say, voice low and raspy.

I begin kicking and screaming, trying to push myself out of his grip, but it’s no use, he’s got me in a tight hold. He lifts my feet from the ground, tossing me over his shoulder as he begins walking through the woods. I don’t stop fighting, my body thrashing in his hold. “Rafe! Rafe stop!” I shout, but he ignores me, continuing his way through the woods until he finally comes to a stop.

“Time to have some fun, yeah?” He asks. He lands a harsh slap across my ass again, making me whimper from the contact, the sting his hand left behind making my pussy throb.

He walks us up some stairs, and into an old house. The house smells musty, the air stale, and the floors are covered in leaves and trash. “Where are we?” I ask softly, voice barely above a whisper.

“This, little one, is our playroom” He says simply, tone of voice void of any emotion.

I let my eyes trail upward, finding a large bed on a metal frame pushed against a wall. My heart begins pounding, the loud thump of my own heart the only noise I can hear in the moment. He has the bed laid out with ropes, a wooden paddle, a few toys, an open-mouthed gag, and a red blindfold.

My mind tells me I should be afraid, but my body doesn’t react that way. My nipples harden underneath the thin fabric of my small shirt i’d tossed on earlier, panties now soaked, likely dripping with my arousal.

Rafe uses one hand to tightly wrap around the underside of my knees, keeping me in place on his shoulder while his free hand begins moving the things on the bed, clearing an open space for me to be laid down.

Once satisfied with the now open space on the bed, he flips me off his shoulder and onto the bed, my still handcuffed wrists pinning beneath me on the bed, making me wince in pain. I watch him intently as he makes his way toward a small table that’s off to the corner, grabbing the rope he’d just removed from the bed.

He makes his way to the end of the bed, grabbing my right ankle and tying the rope around it before securing the other end to one end of the metal bed frame, moving to my left ankle and repeating his actions. Satisfied with my bound ankles, he digs into his pocket, digging out a key that I can only assume belongs to the cuffs that restrain my wrists. He grips my by the top of my head, fingers tightly fisting at my hair and yanking me into a sitting position, sticking the key into the lock of the cuffs and undoing them.

I bring them to the front of my body to rub them. they’re now red and sore from how tightly he had them on my wrists, but he quickly pushes me onto my back, “don’t get too comfortable, little one” he says, a smirk plastered on his beautiful face while he climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. He harshly grabs my left wrist, pulling it above my head and reaching over to the table to grab the other set of rope he had. He pins my wrist against another metal bar, tying my wrist to it before moving to my right side and copying his actions.

He climbs off of me, his bottom lip between his teeth as his darkened over eyes scan my body. “Fucking gorgeous” He whispers, and my body jerks. I instinctively try and yank my wrists down, making the rope dig into them, making me pathetically whimper.

Rafe walks back over toward the table, pulling his tightly fitted black shirt over his head and tossing it down. I can’t help but let my eyes trail over his perfectly sculpted chest and abdomen. He grabs the open mouthed gag off the table before slowly making his way back over to me. I try and fight my restraints again, but stop when he harshly grips at the back of my head, yanking my neck up and forcing my eyes on the ceiling.

“Don’t fight this, princess. Okay?”

I whimper out an “okay” before he lets my head go, my neck returning back to a normal forward facing position. He brings his fingers to my slightly parted lips, pushing them inside my mouth and down my throat, making me gag around the thick digits before he pulls them out. “Keep your mouth open”

I obey, keeping my mouth open as wide as I could get it while he places the circular part of the gag into my mouth and behind my teeth. He pulls both sides of the leather straps around my head, buckling it together and tightening it so it’s secure. He pulls back and admires his work, my mouth spread wide open, hands and legs bound to the bed frame, spread open wide for him to use.

“Perfect” He says, the corners of his lips pulling into a smirk.

RAFE

The sight before me is like something straight out of my dreams. She looks so fucking gorgeous like this, her arms and legs tied to the bed frame, spread wide open for me to use, her mouth gagged, but still open wide for me, allowing me access to shove my cock down her throat, spit into her mouth, shove my fingers into her throat. I trail my eyes from her beautiful face down to her glistening cunt, she’s fucking soaked for me, ready to be fucking used.

I climb myself onto the bed, her arms and legs jerking, pulling the ropes tighter into her smooth skin. Drool is running from her mouth, down her chin and onto her plump breasts, whimpers and whines falling from her as she continues to try and fight the restraints.

“Keep fighting Y/N/N, I want you scared. I prefer it actually, it’ll make forcing my cock down your throat and in your cunt that much more fun”

I reach over onto the small side table and grab the blindfold, the sounds of her whimpers bouncing off the walls of the old cabin, making my hard cock pulse. I crawl up the bed, sitting between her spread thighs and bringing the blindfold up to her face. She whines, shaking her head from side to side, but I grip her cheeks harshly with my left hand. “Stay still” I demand, and she quickly obeys, stopping her movements, her beautiful, wide eyes staring back into mine.

I quickly place the silky material over her eyes, bringing the two ends around the back of her head and tying it as tightly as I could.

Her breathing picks up, chest heaving up and down rapidly once i’ve taken away her sight once again. I smirk to myself and reach into my back pocket, pulling out my phone and turning the back camera toward her trembling body, snapping a quick picture of her before locking it and tossing it to the table.

I reach into my other back pocket, pulling out a pocket knife and flipping it open. I hear her whimper at the sound of the knife opening, her arms jerking downward some more as she spews unintelligible words from her drooling lips. I bring the blade down to her inner thigh, running it up the length of her leg until it reaches her clothed pussy. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” I say lowly before bringing the blade to one of the leg holes of her shorts, slicing upward until the material pools by the sides of her legs.

My eyes find her cunt again, staring at the wet spot that’s soaked through the pink lacey material. “My girls fucking soaked, you like having no control?”

She whines, her head slowly nodding. I bring the blade back up to the waistband of her panties, running the sharp end across her stomach before I cut her panties off of her body as well. I tap at her thigh, ordering her, “Lift your hips, little one”

She quickly does as I say, lifting her hips as best she could off the mattress, allowing me to pull the now ruined shorts and panties from underneath her. Tossing the shredded material to the floor, I bring the blade back to her pussy, flipping it so the blade is in my palm. I run the handle of the pocket knife through her slick cunt, running it up to her clit and applying a small amount of pressure. Her hips buck forward and I take my free hand, pushing her hips back down and holding her in place. I run the handle back down to her folds, slowly pushing it into her pussy, stopping when the entire handle is inside of her.

She begins whimpering, her chest heaving and head rolled to the side as I begin pulling the handle from her cunt, pushing it back inside of her just as quickly. I love the way her body reacts to me, the way she’s letting me fuck her with the handle of my knife, my filthy fucking girl loves this shit.

I continue to fuck her with the handle of the knife and her body begins shaking, her legs tensing as her restrained fists ball above her head. “That’s it baby, let it out, cum all over the handle of my knife”

She begins panting, drool running down the sides of her mouth and down her chin, soaking her chest as she comes undone, her cum soaking the handle. I slowly pull it from inside her, bringing it to her open mouth and shoving it inside, running it up and down the length of her tongue, coating her mouth with her juices. “Good girl. Taste yourself, you did such a good job f’me, little one”

I pull the handle from her mouth, her head flying forward and chasing it, making me breathe out a laugh. I quickly flip the knife shut and sit it on the small table. I stand from the bed, and my hands pop the button of my jeans before moving the the zipper. I slide the rough material down my legs and to my ankles before kicking them to the side. I palm myself through my boxers, trying to relieve some of the pressure I felt from just staring at her like this, thinking of how she just came from the handle of my knife, it has my head spinning, my cock throbbing.

I shake my head, shoving my boxers down my legs and kicking them to the side as well before climbing back into the bed, her breath hitching in her throat when she feels my presence on the mattress again. I bring my hand to her face, wiping at the fresh tears that have fallen down her face, smearing more of her mascara on her face. I run the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, it’s soaked in her drool. I push my thumb into her mouth, and she instinctively tries to close her lips around it, but fails, the metal part of the gag keeping her mouth open wide for me.

I lean myself into her, my lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “‘M gonna fuck your throat now, little one, and you’re going to fucking love it”

Y/N

His words whispered in my ear send goosebumps down my body, my more breathing erratic than it had already been. I try and swallow, but fail, the gag in my mouth making it difficult to do anything but drool all over myself. He’s barely touched me, and I can guarantee I look like a fucked out mess.

I feel his hand on my cheek again, his waist now straddling my chest as he runs his thumb over the length of my face and lips. He shoves two fingers down my throat again, holding them there as I gag around them. Pulling them from my throat, he demands, “Stick your tongue out” and I quickly obey, sticking my tongue out for him. I feel him spit into my mouth, the saliva hitting the flat of my tongue, and sliding into the back of my throat. I bring my tongue back into my mouth, and wince when I feel a harsh smack landed across my face.

“I didn’t say you could do anything, tongue back out. Now” Rafe says, tone harsh and demanding. I quickly push my tongue back out, the swollen head of his cock slapping against it as he groans.

I feel him slide his head into my mouth slowly and he moans, the feel of the circular metal part of the gag in my mouth squeezing at him tightly. He continues to push himself further into my mouth until he finally reaches the back of my throat, his swollen tip kissing the back of my throat making me gag. Saliva pools in my mouth, drool running down the sides of my lips when he begins slowly pulling himself back out, slamming his hips forward again. I gag around him, trying to swallow the saliva in my mouth, but I can’t, the gag makes it hard to do anything.

He places one hand on my cheek, his free hand moving to the back of my head and gripping at my hair, his grip tight and bruising. He quickly settles on a harsh and quick pace of his hips, pulling himself back and slamming his pelvis into my face. My mouth is forced open wide for him, allowing him to fuck my throat with ease. He begins grunting loudly, his hips stuttering before he quickly pulls his hips back, spit flying from my mouth as I cough and gasp, trying to catch my breath.

“Goddamn. You took me so well, such a good fucking girl…” He rasps, his left hand finding my cheek, stroking down the soft skin. He takes his free hand and brings it between my legs, running his fingers through my arousal slick folds, sucking in a sharp breath when he feels just how soaked I am.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart. You like being forced to do things? Like having your body used?”

I whimper at his words, every single one of them were true. I hated my body for reacting to such vile things, such forceful and disgusting behavior, but I couldn’t help it. Was there something wrong with me? Surely it’s not normal to get aroused at the thought of — or the action itself — being used, hurt, given no choice in the matter. But I could no longer deny it, my body craved the unknown, craved the fear and the pain, I wanted to be used, forced to do whatever he wanted me to do. I loved being his good girl, and I loved being his whore.

Rafe reaches behind my head, fingers grabbing at the buckle that strapped the gag to my face. He quickly undoes it and pulls the straps down the sides of my face before reaching inside my mouth and pulling the circular metal part out. I snap my mouth shut, swallowing thickly and licking at my lips. My jaw and throat hurt, but it was well worth it.

He leaves me blindfolded, but I feel his hands moving to the rope that bound my legs to the bed. I hear his pocket knife flip open, the ropes being cut from my ankles and allowing me the slightest bit of freedom. He moves to cut my wrists free next, but before he does, he orders me, “Don’t move, i’ll reposition you, alright?”

I nod my head, forgetting I have the freedom to speak now. His fingers tightly grip at my cheeks, squeezing them tightly and I feel tears begin to fill my eyes, “When I speak to you, you answer me. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, sir” I manage to choke out, my fresh tears finally falling and soaking into the blindfold.

He finally cuts the ropes that bound my wrists, my arms falling limp by my sides. I quickly bring them up, rubbing softly at the skin of my wrists, trying to ease the pain i’d felt, but the action is short lived, a high pitched squeal emitting from me when Rafe yanks me from my sitting position, tossing me onto my stomach.

RAFE

“Hands behind your back, knees underneath your stomach” I demand, and she quickly does as I ask. She places her arms behind her back and crosses them over one another before she brings her knees up and tucks them underneath her stomach, letting her ass sit up in the air, giving me a perfect view of her soaked cunt and puckered ass.

I land a harsh slap to her ass, leaving a perfect handprint on the skin and causing her to cry out from the sting. I smirk to myself before I reach over and grab the cuffs again, placing the first cuff on her right wrist and locking it tightly in place, moving on to her left and doing the same. I smile once I have her wrists tightly locked in place, moving to grab the now cut rope from the bed and placing on the undersides of her ankles, wrapping it around a few times before pulling it up the underside of her body and through the chains of the cuffs. I pull the excess rope back down to her ankles and tie them tightly together, making it to where her cuffed wrists are bound together with her tied ankles.

“You look so goddamn beautiful like this” I say while my hand lands another harsh slap to her ass. My hands fly to her ass, gripping the plump flesh tightly and spreading her cheeks for me. I gather saliva in my mouth and spit down onto her untouched hole, moving my thumb to it and rubbing at it slowly, spreading my spit around. I slowly shove my thumb into her ass, making her hiss. “R-Rafe?” She cries out, her body rocking back and forth as I slowly push my thumb in and out of her.

“You want me to fuck your ass baby? Hmm? Would you like me to claim this hole too?”

She whimpers, her body tightening as she tries to fight her restraints. I pull my thumb from her ass and run my index and middle finger through her cunt, she’s soaked. “You’re so wet, princess. I think you want me to fuck your ass” I tease, before saying “But that’ll be another time. ‘M gonna stretch your ass in time, make it ready for my cock. For now, ‘m gonna fuck this sweet cunt, and you’re gonna take it”

“R-Rafe… Please?” She begs, the sound of her sweet, pathetic voice makes my cock throb. I run my fingers through her slick cunt again, pushing them inside of her and scissoring them to stretch her open. I begin pushing them in and out of her slowly, adding a third to stretch her more. Her body begins rocking back and forth, fucking herself onto my fingers, “That’s it baby, fuck my fingers, show me how badly you want me”

Weak whimpers and moans fall from her lips as she continues rocking her hips, fucking herself onto my fingers. I feel her pussy clamp down around them, her body tensing as she’s about to cum and I quickly remove them from inside her.

She whines at the loss of my fingers, “Rafe. Please?” She begs, and I let out a dark laugh. “Please what? Gotta tell me what you want, princess”

I hear her sniffle, “Want to cum, please? Let me cum” I slide my tongue across my top teeth and smile to myself, “Well, since you asked so nicely” I grip the base of my cock, stroking it a few times before pushing it inside of her wet cunt. I groan, throwing my head back when I feel her warm, wet walls grip my cock tightly.

She’s whimpering, unintelligible words falling from her beautiful mouth as I continue to fuck into her. She tries to fight the restraints again, body thrashing every time the head of my cock hits at her sweet spot. I lean my body forward, pressing my weight into her back as I slowly pull out, slamming my hips forward again and making her cry out.

I slap my hand over her mouth to muffle her cries, her tears falling down her face and onto my hand has my dick twitching, but I try and hold out. “‘M gonna take your air away now baby, try not to pass out on me” I whisper in her ear before my index finger and thumb pinch over her nose. She begins fighting me and her restraints hard, trying to fight my hand that’s over her mouth and pinching her nose closed, but I wrap my free hand around her waist, hand splayed across her stomach and hold her still.

Her pussy pulses around my cock, making me growl in her ear, “Fuck, you’re cunt is squeezin’ me so tightly baby, lack of oxygen turns you on?”

I chuckle when I hear her mumble into my hand, leaning my head down to her shoulder and sinking my teeth into her smooth skin. She stops fighting, her body growing weak from the lack of oxygen. Her pussy clenches around me tightly, her body beginning to go slack in my arms and I release my hand from her face. Her head shoots up, the sounds of her coughing and gasping for air bouncing off the walls.

“You did so good, little one. So good. Cum all over my cock and we can go home” I whisper in her ear, my teeth nibbling at her lobe. She lets out a loud, pornographic moan while her pussy clamps down on my dick, her body tensing and toes curling as she comes undone around me.

I pull myself back once more, slamming myself inside her while my dick twitches inside of her, my cum shooting inside of her and painting her inner walls white. I slowly thrust myself in a few more times, shoving my cum deep inside her cunt before I slowly pull out. I watch my cum slowly drip from her cunt before I drop to my back on the bed, chest heaving as I try and catch my breath.

Rolling my head to the side, I take in her exhausted body, limp and breathing heavily. I grab my pocket knife from the table, cutting at the rope around her ankles before cutting it free from around the chains of the cuffs. I toss my knife to the side, grabbing the key and undoing the cuffs, removing them and tossing them to the side as well. I scoop her limp body into my arms, running a hand across her cheek before using my free hand to pull the blindfold up and off her head.

Her eyes spring open, blinking a few times to try and adjust to the dark room. Her beautiful eyes find my blue ones and she weakly smiles up at me, making my pulse race and heart hammer in my chest. She’s always been so beautiful, but something about her fucked out look, mascara stained cheeks and heavy eyes has me falling more in love with her.

I lie her body onto the mattress, placing a soft kiss on her sweat slick forehead before standing and grabbing my boxers from the floor. I pull them up my legs and rush out to the truck, having one more thing I want to do before we go home, one thing that will let her, and everyone else know she’s mine, forever.

I open up the driver side door, grabbing the blow torch and tongs from the passenger seat and rushing back inside. I find her lying still on the bed, the sound of her even breathing filling my ears, and for a moment, I almost feel guilty that i’m about to wake her up again.

I slowly walk toward her, sitting on the bed, my weight making it dip in. “Baby, wake up. There’s one more thing to do, and then i’ll take you home and take care of you”

Her heavy eyes slowly open, blinking a few times before she whimpers, “Please, Rafe. I can’t. No more” I smirk to myself, she thinks i’m going to fuck her again, but no, no what i’m about to do will be more permanent than anything I can ever give her with my cock.

“‘S okay baby, just gonna do something to remind you and everyone else who you belong to, then we’ll go home” I whisper before quickly lighting the blow torch up. Her head shoots up off the mattress, eyes wide as she shakes her head from side to side. I remove my gold signet ring with my initials on it, and grab the circular end with the tongs, sticking the bulky end that rests on the top of my finger under the blue flame.

“Rafe, what’re you doing?” She asks, her voice shaking as her eyes dart from the ring under the flame to me. The corners of my lips lift up in a grin, “Marking you. You’re mine, and everyone will know it”

I use my free hand to reach over and grab a piece of rope from the floor, handing it to her and ordering her, “Bite down on this”

She hesitates, but ultimately does what I ask, placing the rough material between her teeth and biting down on it harshly. Once I feel like i’ve held the ring under the flame long enough, I shut off the torch and sit it at my feet. I turn my body to face her, and her eyes are swimming in unshed tears, “It’ll only hurt for a second” I tell her, and her head slowly nods up and down.

I spread her legs with my free hand, slapping harshly at her inner thigh before I bring the hot ring to her skin. She cries out in pain, body shaking as I hold the end of my gold ring to her skin. Her body goes slack, tears rolling down her cheeks when I pull it from her skin. I can’t help the large smile that spreads across my face when I look down and see a perfectly shaped small square with the letter “RC” branded into her soft skin.

Her body is still shaking, tears falling uncontrollably down her cheeks as she lets out choked sobs. I quickly stand and dress myself before tossing the hoodie of mine i’d brought over her weak body, lifting her into my arms and carrying her out to the truck.

I runs hand through her sweat slick hair, pushing it back from her face as I lean forward and press my lips to her forehead, “I love you, Y/N. You’re mine, now and forever. Let’s get you home and cleaned up”

She lets out a soft whimper, her face buried into my chest as she manages to whisper, “I love you too”

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ghostxrose · 3 months

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Nicotine | Aizawa Shota x Reader

Summary ~ When you started dating Shota, you knew what you were signing up for. What you didn’t expect to happen was for everything between you both to come crumbling down, leaving you pinned beneath the rubble and Shota not even realizing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Minors DNI, NSFW content, Inspired by Nicotine by Panic at the Disco, hurt no comfort, angst, failed relationship, past relationship neglect, cursing, break up, sad ending, use of Y/N

Note ~ Hey Lovelies, I wrote this one night when I was craving some angst, lol. I did include some of the lyrics from Nicotine, sorry if it's cringe. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy the read? It is very angst forward so.. I don't know.. trigger warning..? Love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3

You had shown up to his apartment not long after he called..

Again.

As soon as you were through the door, the two of you had dove right into sloppily making out and pawing off each other’s clothing..

Again.

You two had taken your heaving chests, kiss bitten lips, panted moans, and lust heated bodies straight to his bedroom without having a proper conversation beforehand..

Again!

You let out a loud moan, your orgasm taking over your mind, as Shota gives one last thrust and groans into your mouth in one last open-mouthed sloppy kiss as he cums. He stays on top of you for a moment, lazily making out with you, before he slowly pulls out and flops onto his back next to you.

As you both lay there panting and coming down from your highs you close your eyes. Shota slowly gets up, tying off the condom and heading to the bathroom to throw it away and clean himself up.

The post-orgasm clarity hits you and the feeling of disappointment fills you as you sit up. You let out a heavy sigh as you rub your hands over your still flushed face and swing your legs over the side of the bed. Your eyes scan the floor for your clothes, more negative and heavy emotions stacking themselves on top of the disappointment. Collecting your clothes from off of the floor, you start to get dressed.

“What are you doing?” Shota asks from the doorway of the bathroom, startling you a bit.

You don’t turn around to face him because you know that his face is either it’s usual tired disinterest or it’s occasional tired confusion.

“I’m getting dressed.” You state, attempting to make your tone blank and void of emotion.

“That much was obvious, (Y/N). Why are you getting dressed?” He says, his tone slightly more irritated than normal.

“This was a mistake, Shota.” You bite out, already feeling the sting of tears in your eyes.

You feel the bed dip behind you and hear Shota let out an exasperated breath as he sits down heavily.

“You said that the last three times we.. did this. I don’t understand what the problem i-”

“The problem is that we are stuck in this horrible on and off situation, Shota. I.. I can’t do it anymore..” You say, cutting him off and trying so desperately to keep your tone controlled and even.

“The only reason we’re ‘on and off’ is because you thought that being with a Pro Hero who also teaches full-time would be a walk in the fucking park, (Y/N).” Shota angrily spits, both of you still sitting with your backs facing each other.

A bitter rage floods your body and you lose the will to hold back any longer, “I never thought that, Shota! I knew it would be difficult but I was ready to put in the effort required to make it fucking work! I poured so much effort int-”

“I did, t-” Shota’s raised voice cut you off but you only let him get those couple of words out before doing the same.

“In the beginning you did, yes! But where did it go, Shota?!” You yell, turning around to face him.

“(Y/N)..” He growls out but you don’t let him get any further, once again, as everything that you’ve been trying to bury bubbles out of you.

“It’s been a year since our last date! A fucking year! All we do anymore is sleep, fuck, and go to work! I can barely remember the last meal we shared together! I fucking understood what it was that I had signed up for but it got to a point where I didn’t even feel like we were in a relationship anymore!” You continue yelling, your whole body heated from anger and tears streaming down your face.

“Y- you’re.. You’re worse than nicotine, Shota! I keep telling myself ‘one more hit and then we’re through’ but I can’t fucking stay away from you! It’s like I can constantly taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you! Every single day, whether I’m with or without you, fucking hurts!” Your yells crumble into choked sobs and you bury your face into your hands.

Shota is standing across from you, the bed between you both, just staring at you in silence. His eyes are the slightest bit shiny, his face is scrunched up as if he is in pain, and it’s the most emotion that you’ve seen on his face in a year. His mouth opens and closes a few times but no words come out. You compose yourself enough to look up at him with a heated glare.

“Did you even love me back the same way I loved you, Shota?” You ask bitterly. You’re met with more silence and nod your head with a dry, humorless chuckle.

“We’re done for real this time, Aizawa. Don’t fucking call me again.” You spit out as you gather the rest of your stuff and make your way out of his apartment.

You sit in your car for a few minutes screaming and choking on hard sobs over the pain of your heart shattering. “This was the last fucking time!! I fucking swear it!!” You scream at your steering wheel, praying to any and every higher power that may be out there to give you the strength to resist getting one more fucking hit.

Note ~ Someone please tell me that I am not the only one who will actively seek out angst, sometimes.. Is it healthy? Probably not. Will I continue to look for or write angst? Yes. Anyways, thank you all so much for the love! My amazing Lovelies, I love and appreciate all of you! <3

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wing-ed-thing · 10 months

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Collaboration (Levi x Reader)

Synopsis: You and Levi, who has always treated you with the utmost disdain, are given a collaborative assignment. When you go over his head, you find that his feelings are a bit more complex than you expected.

Word Count: 4.7k

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Reader is referred to as “pretty” and “beautiful”, Minor Original Characters, Characters with Bad Takes, Canon-Typical Violence, Language, Yelling and Name-Calling, Assault, Workplace Harassment

Notes: Ensure you read the tags and proceed with caution!

You thought naively that all group projects would end when you left school.

Erwin spoke your title and name as he stood at the end of the table, staring punishingly down at the bundle of papers in his hand. He handed the stack to his right to Levi.

“I’m assigning these to you and Captain Levi. I expect to hear a report at the end of next week.”

You made direct eye contact with Levi over the polished wooden table, the both of you having the same thought simultaneously. Your brows raised in mild shock and acute horror. His gaze was piercing as he wrinkled his nose in disgust.

The corner of his already scowling lips twitched downwards as he separated the stack of papers. He flung your portion across the table flippantly. They landed haphazardly in front of you, parts of the pages sliding out of the paperclip. You sucked at the inside of your cheek as you glared back, leaning forward to take the disorganized pile in your hands. By that point, Erwin had long since moved the meeting on.

You flipped through the pages until the meeting ended. It wasn’t the most extensive project you had ever been assigned, but you didn’t feel ecstatic about collaborating with Levi.

You felt him eyeing you, and as he rounded the table, you held your breath for his presence to pass. It didn’t.

“I want you in my office at noon tomorrow.” Levi crossed his arms, his compilation of files clutched in one hand and pinned to his body by his elbow. You inhaled deeply, lamenting to yourself as to why every interaction with your fellow Section Leader always seemed to be a confrontation.

“You can want a lot of things, Captain, but I have a schedule as well,” you breathed, not quite in the mood for repartee. Given that his office was just down the hall from yours, a quick stop by wouldn’t have been the end of the world. However, you didn’t appreciate the demand of your time.

The other squad leaders and various leadership had begun to trickle out. Erwin stayed behind to put away his assorted folders and visual aids.

“I don’t know how you usually go about things, but I’m not a fan of putting things off.”

You resisted the urge to snort.

“I will swing by Thursday when I have a second to figure out a regular time for us to meet,” you nearly gritted, your tone sickly professional. Levi rolled his eyes.

All he said was, “Whatever,” before he pushed past you out of the room. A scowl overtook your face as soon as he left. Erwin had just finished taking down his various maps from the rolling corkboard.

“What a jerk.” You said aloud, not particularly to anyone. You crossed your arms over your chest with a huff. “You’d think I… I… killed his family by the attitude he cops with me.”

“Captain Levi does have his own unique… charm.” Even Erwin struggled with that one. With a shrug, he gathered up his things in the crook of his elbow. “He actually finds you quite pretty, I assure you.” An acute expression of amusement followed the single raise and lowering of his brows. His assurance didn’t do much for the deep frown on your face.

“What does being pretty have to do with anything?” You mirrored him, snatching your bundle of papers from the desk as you gestured sarcastically. “Has he been pulling my pigtails on the playground? Is that what you would say to me? Bad on you, Erwin.” The two of you slowly made for the door. He snorted at the swat you landed on his bicep.

“I’m sure he would if you asked him to.”

The corners of Erwin’s lips twitched up into an almost boyish smile. You continued to pout.

“You think you’re funny.”

“You know me well. As commander, I like to keep things light.” He adjusted his collar, squaring his shoulders back as he strode briskly down the hall. He plucked at his paperwork. You had to pick up your pace to keep up.

“You’re worse than he is,” you grumbled. “As commander, you should talk with him. His behavior is unprofessional at best.”

“Hm?” He hardly glanced up as he thumbed through his files. Erwin stopped momentarily in the middle of the hall, glancing back from where you just came and back to his papers. He fidgetted with them some more, and with a self-assured nod, he continued. You followed after him.

“Talk to him, Erwin. I’m sick of the non-stop attitude.”

“You’re grown enough to have your own conversations, Section Commander.” He hummed absentmindedly, making a sharp turn down the hallway and into the stairwell. The door almost hit you square in the nose.

“He’s your subordinate,” you petitioned, clutching onto the railing as Erwin rapidly moved up the stairs. Your words echoed as he reached the next landing. You hurried up the steps so as not to lose him. He held the door open for you, to your surprise, as you shuffled up toward him with labored breath.

“And your peer.” He gave you a pointed look before moving on. You continued your chase.

“Really, Erwin?”

—“Commander.”

“When my pigtails are at stake?”

“Ah yes, your metaphorical pigtails.” It took you a moment to realize you had reached his office when he stopped again. You stared at the large wooden doors, slightly taken aback. Erwin made a harsh jab at the folder in your hands. You could almost feel it through the paper. “It’s an assignment. I expect the two of you to get along.”

And before you could get a word in edgewise, he had already closed his office doors in your face.

***

The offices of the Military Police Brigade always had a drastically different feel compared to the Scouts. You walked past a stately courtyard and through stone halls. As you made your way up to the third floor, you couldn’t help but notice how everyone in the capital seemed so much more relaxed— if you dare use such a word. Not to say the Military Police lacked formality, but such decorum differed adjacently.

You rapped at an office door. You wouldn’t go as far as to say that it was decorated ornately, but the four brass curls that curved from the door’s hinges gave it a more elegant look. A muffled invitation came from the other side, and you let yourself in. The knob hardly creaked, unlike the one stationed at the entrance of your office. Captains in the Military Police probably didn’t have to deal with squeaky doors or broken locks, you pondered to yourself bitterly.

Captain Thatch sat behind his desk with a pen in his hand. His bright blue eyes lit up at the sight of you as he stood to welcome you with a wave of his palm. You closed the door behind you as he greeted you by name. The two of you saluted to each other before you held up a handful of documents.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, beautiful? I hope you Scouts haven’t gotten into too much trouble now.” You strode across the room to hand them over, rolling your eyes as you did—typical Thatch. You invited yourself to one of the chairs in front of his desk. Thatch settled into his comfy seat as he flipped through the folder, and his eyes bulged. “Captain Levi is on this, huh.”

“It’s straight from Commander Erwin.” Thatch chuckled to himself. He sat, continuing to flip pages.

“That guy refuses to tell me where he gets his hair gel,” he sighed with a shake. You always thought that Thatch looked like most men that served in the MPs. Lean and neatly uniformed, you considered that he wore his light brown hair in a barely practical style for combat. As an MP, he could get away with that.

“I’ll ensure it’s the first order of business at the next meeting,” you snorted, slinging an ankle over your opposite knee. You glanced around his office, taking note of all his little knickknacks as you typically did when you were here. MP officers certainly loved their useless little decorations.

“See, this is why I like you comin’ here.” Thatch clicked his tongue. The end of his quill brushed against his lip as he studied you. “You know I’m a man who likes to indulge in a bit of flattery.”

The comment escaped you as you launched into jargon and well-rehearsed lines about what support you would need for your and Levi’s project. You sat at the edge of your chair, gripping a pen as you motioned to various items that lay flat on Thatch’s desk. You talked for well over an hour.

“Well,” he leaned back, something about him oozing self-satisfaction. “I’m honored you came to me for support on this.”

“Support from the Military Police would be of the utmost help,” you responded diplomatically, glossing over that this issue was Thatch’s specific jurisdiction and, therefore, the only person you could’ve gone to.

“I’ll pass it along if it means I’ll see you around here more.” Thatch grinned as his cheek settled into the palm of his hand. You sighed. Perhaps lack of professionalism in the workplace extended to more people than just Levi.

“I’ll have someone reach out to you about a meeting to discuss further. Let’s coordinate something soon.” You stood, and with a quick salute, you let yourself out.

***

“I thought you’d never show up. Tsk, think you could send a little notice next time?”

You almost touched your forehead to the door as you entered, his rude words almost making you turn on your heel to leave. The latch clicked shut behind you as you made your way over to Levi’s desk. Another office door that worked better than yours did. You considered putting in a work order.

He lounged on his office chair, a warm cup of tea pinched between the pads of his fingers. He sat up, placing it on his desk as he rested his elbows.

“I’ll have you know I just finished up with Captain Thatch,” you said, trying to mask the bitterness in your tone. You let yourself in, sitting across from another desk for the second time that day. Levi arched a brow, staring deeply into the liquid of his cup. He traced the rim with his index finger.

“From the MPs?” he asked in consideration. His other hand ran through his undercut.

“We’ll need their assistance here.”

You braced yourself for his inevitable criticism, which came swiftly.

“So you went over my head.” You frowned with a huff. You crossed one leg over the other, shifting your collection of important documents as you did.

“I thought you’d be pleased to have the interaction taken off your docket.”

The two of you sat with eyes locked. The room sat still as Levi analyzed you. A vein in his forehead twitched. His glare was as scathing as ever.

“Let me be the judge of that next time.” His harsh words cut through the palpable tension in the air. The tension in his brow softened for the slightest second. You were too busy writing to notice. “I don’t want you meeting with Thatch without me.”

You didn’t even acknowledge him. You penned something down instead, making a minor adjustment to the plan in your lap before you turned it over to Levi. You flung it over his desk, and the page landed upside down in front of him. You leaned back in your seat.

“Does this work for your calendar?” He gave it a quick once over, flicking it back towards you. The neatly inked page fell off the edge of the desk.

“Why are you asking me? You’ve clearly gone through my schedule, you little creep.” You couldn’t help the scowl that contorted your face. Levi’s features were just as severe.

“Do you want me to consult you or not? Make up your goddamn mind.” Your nose wrinkled in displeasure. Levi searched one of the drawers of his desk, pulling out a familiar folder. It looked more worn than when you last saw it. He took it in two hands and let it fall onto the desk with a smack.

“I’ve already gotten my end of things done. I expect us to be able to move forward in a timely manner.” Levi smacked it toward you. The beefy file spun towards the edge of the desk. You barely caught it in time before the filled-out pages began to spill out. You matched his glare as you stood.

“You’re insufferable,” you spat.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

***

You deliberated for the days that followed.

Between your normal duties as Squad Leader, you funneled your efforts toward your project with Levi. Although, you considered that the measure had more to do with your mounting annoyance than your actual work ethic.

The hours you spent working overtime were proportionate to the amount of Levi’s hostile indifference you had to put up with on any given day. Each errand run outside headquarters was an excuse to cool down. Even if sending a new recruit for a signature was easier, you jumped at the opportunity to deliver clerical work personally. Levi didn’t have to know. Thatch was thrilled, to say the least.

For what it was worth, Levi at least got his work to you on time and with little fuss. Although you hoped the process would’ve been more collaborative, you appreciated being able to throw things together independently, no matter the strain.

You hurried down the hallway. The low heels of your boots clicked on the tile, producing a haphazard rhythm as you muttered apologies to startled cadets. You glanced at your watch, almost slamming into another cadet as you did. You exclaimed another rushed apology as you made a beeline for your office. You were already ten minutes late.

You slammed open the door.

“I’m so sorry, Thatch!”

Thatch turned in his chair, surprised by your sudden and violent entrance. You made for your desk, trailing papers as you did.

“Let me help you with that.”

Thatch was quick to stand. He scooped up the papers closest to him as he made his way toward the entrance. Luckily, the trail of important documents only extended to just a foot outside the doorway. You plopped the large crate of files on your desk and pushed it forward with your hip bone. Thatch glanced behind himself as you did, slowly closing the door and locking it.

“You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to haul this thing all the way from the basement,” you panted. You steadied your hands on your knees—the ache of your efforts seared through the muscles of your legs and buttocks. Thatch approached you, smoothing out the loose papers in his hands. He held them out to you, eyes glued on your backside. You took them from him when you caught your breath and fanned yourself. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he laughed. You hummed as you took another look at your watch. You offered him a contrite look.

“Captain Levi should be here any moment. He had a meeting that overlaps with us, but—”

“Ah, he didn’t tell you? Captain Levi won’t be joining us today.”

You pursed your lips in confusion, tilting your head to the side as you continued to unpack the crate you had just pulled from records. Your eyes flickered to the neatly drawn schedule at your desk's edge.

“Oh…” That was all you said, your brows still furrowed.

You wished Levi would have told you that earlier. The whole point of holding the meeting in your office was so Levi wouldn’t make a fuss about the commute. You sighed. Well, there goes your excuse to get out of headquarters for the day.

“Is something wrong?”

“Not at all.” You shook your head. “I suppose we can just go over things, and I can fill him in later.” You hardly spared any attention toward Thatch, overwhelmed by the mountain of administrative work you had hoped you would’ve had a chance to sort out before Thatch arrived.

A wide, wooden shelf sat on the wall next to your desk. Each landing was filled to the brim with neatly labeled binders. A black binder dated two days back sat on the top shelf. You strained yourself to reach it.

“Here, I got it.”

Before you could even think, Thatch came up directly behind you. He caged you in as he plucked out the binder. One arm clutched the lower shelf by your shoulder, and the other held the bundle of neat papers, casting a shadow over your face. He positioned a foot next to yours as he leaned forward to look at your shocked face. Thatch’s chest made flush contact with your back.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help myself anymore.” You instinctively moved to pull away, but Thatch pinned one of your wrists to the shelf’s frame. The binder clattered to the floor. You felt a hand slide into the back pocket of your uniform pants. That was enough to set you off. “I told myself the next time you were in my office when we were alone; I would—.”

“Get off me,” you demanded, a shiver coursing through your spine. Thatch’s eyes widened in confusion. Shock filled your system as you processed your situation. His hand felt clammy wrapped around you. You assessed your options. “Thatch.” His name was spoken in warning.

With the slightest bit of hesitation, his grip on you loosened for a second. You took the opportunity to whirl around as you delivered a swift blow straight to his face. His hand flew straight to his nose as Thatch stumbled back to lean against your desk as you quickly composed yourself.

He stared at you with wild eyes. His trembling fingers lowered to reveal a disfigured and bloody nose. Thatch touched the blood pouring down his upper lip, smoothing it between his fingertips to convince himself of what had just happened. He ground his teeth.

“You little bitch… You think leading me on is funny, huh?”

You groped at the wall of books and files behind you, hurling one at Thatch as you made a break for the door. Papers flew around you as you tried to flee, but a large hand seized the back of your jacket. Thatch threw you to the ground, your head hitting the leg of the chair in front of your desk as you went down. You cried out a guttural sound of frustration and pain as Thatch continued to rage over you.

And in a blur of adrenaline and discombobulation, you heard a creak, muffled footsteps, and a hard smack.

You scrambled away, sitting on your office carpet as you held your arms up defensively. But no harm ever came to you.

Thatch clutched his head, holding onto your desk as he struggled to his feet. A bright, red blood stain smeared the side of your work area from where Levi had forced Thatch’s face. Thatch made a lunge for Levi as soon as he picked himself up. In his rage, you assumed he just wanted to take his anger out on anyone.

Levi made short work of him. Thatch never even landed a hit. By the time you rose off the floor, Levi was standing over Thatch, kicking and elbowing him mercilessly over and over into your desk. Blood splattered across your office. Levi took him by the hair, slamming his face into the side of the wood.

He had left the door open when he barged in. The loose hinges caused it to rasp open. Cadets and other soldiers gathered in the hall outside your door, gawking as Levi brutalized a Military Police captain. They flinched with hands over open mouths as Thatch’s bellows and whimpers filled the hall. You stalked over to the open door, causing a few passing soldiers to recoil physically.

You stood in the doorway as the violence continued behind you, your entire face stark.

“Someone call security!” you barked. A few people scrambled off to do as they were told. The leftover audience averted their eyes, some scrambling off to not get caught spectating.

You closed the door halfway as you turned back to Levi and Thatch.

“Levi,” you said in a quiet voice. You didn’t know if he had heard you.

He held Thatch’s battered face by his hair, bringing his ear close to his lips.

“Don’t fuck with the Scouts.” Levi threw Thatch down again, giving him one last kick. “Learn to keep your dirty mitts off my comrades, you filthy pig.” Levi stormed over to you with a fury in his eyes that you had rarely seen. He collected you, pulling you by the sleeve of your jacket and out the door. “We’re leaving.”

The crowd outside completely dissipated as soon as they saw Levi. They leaped out of his way as they scattered throughout the wing. Just three steps out of your office and the hall had completely emptied.

“Levi—”

“Shut up.”

He dragged you across the polished tile. A mop and bucket sat abandoned in the middle of the wing. You yanked yourself out of his grip, staggering backward. You wouldn’t be manhandled by Thatch, and you sure as hell wouldn’t let Levi do the same. You glanced back toward your office and then to where Levi burned with ire.

“What the hell was—”

—“No.” He cut you off sternly, coming up just a foot from your face. Levi continued to blaze with barely restrained rage. “What the hell did you think you were doing? I told you no meeting with Thatch without me. I thought I made myself clear, or are you just stupid?”

“The hell? You were—!”

“But no, you had to slink around with the massive creep under ten different investigations for being a massive fucking creep.” Your poised lips froze. You didn’t know that. Levi could read as much in your expression, and you could see the vexation in his dark irises. He continued to fume. “Maybe when I say shit to you, you should, I don’t know, listen because maybe you don’t know every fucking thing.” Levi jabbed you on the shoulder, and you smacked his hand away in disgust.

“How was I supposed to know you would back out last minute? You agreed to come to the meeting!” you shouted, and the hall went completely silent. Levi’s expression remained unreadable. He drew back.

“What?”

“That’s what—” The words you were about to say died on your lips. You stared deep into Levi’s expression. A horrific realization dawned on you, a realization that he figured out just before you. “That’s what… Thatch told me.” Levi rolled his eyes. You didn’t notice their appearance soften.

“C’mon, let’s go.” The clutch on your elbow was more gentle than you expected.

“Where are we going?”

“The infirmary, dumbass,” Levi scoffed. “You hit your head hard as hell.” He didn’t even look at you as he led the way down the hall.

You didn’t put up a fight this time. He escorted you to the infirmary, gave the nurse a brief explanation of what happened (leaving out the details), and left soon after that. As you sat through your testing, you replayed the imagery of Levi’s rage, which seared into your mind.

***

Thatch was suspended indefinitely and was later stripped of his rank.

Levi fell under investigation.

You were called in to answer questions in front of Commander Erwin and Premier Darius Zachary, among others. Apparently, the audience you had the day Thatch decided to act up in your office was enough to whip the military into a tizzy. Because of their mutual ranks and the publicity of the stunt, Levi also faced suspension, no matter how unfair you found it.

You waited outside of the hearing room with anxiety pounding in your chest. If anything lucky came out of the situation, it was that Levi hadn’t been put on a formal trial. After collecting testimony from you and several other witnesses, it was up to the military leadership to decide Levi’s fate. It gave you hope to think you had a little power over how they perceived Levi’s actions through your retelling. Not to mention, you were sure that Erwin had a plan to back up his right hand.

He had told you not to worry earlier. It didn’t do much for your nerves.

You shot up the moment the doors opened. Several of your uniformed superiors trickled out of the room. It only took you a few seconds to spot Levi. He stood by Erwin’s side as the commander exchanged a few last words with Premier Zachary. You stood off to the side a ways away, just outside a tucked-off part of the corridor, not wanting to make a spectacle. They spotted you at the same time. Levi tore off from the Scout’s commander, approaching you. His expression was as indifferent as ever.

“So?” you asked, pulling him around the corner. You pressed your index finger across the length of your lip in anticipation. “What did they say?” Levi sighed and shrugged.

“A slap on the wrist. Luckily nothing more, thanks to Erwin.” He glanced towards the slowly dispersing group of military leaders. Levi stood with his arms crossed with an almost pensive look to him. He quirked a brow at you. You must’ve been staring. “Is that all?”

You paused, thrown off by the question.

“I’m just sorry you had to go through all of this,” you admitted. “And I never thanked you for rescuing me.” You had more to say. You had questions, but for now, especially with Levi fresh from his hearing, you thought it best to keep your comments brief.

“I would have done it for anyone,” he scoffed with a notable shift in his demeanor. His words were true, but something about how he said them wasn’t quite believable. It made you think back to what Erwin had told you.

“I know… I, just, uh…” Levi studied you with dark, stoic eyes as you pondered to yourself. He noticed you pause, wondering what thoughts ran through your mind.

You decided to take a chance, casting your gaze downward as you closed the space between you. You raised a hand gingerly as your attention darted across Levi’s face. He didn’t recoil and continued to observe you carefully instead, letting you caress his firm jaw. His skin's natural texture felt warm under your fingers' pads. In a moment absent of thoughts, you pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. You pulled away.

“The hell was that?” he asked, but his voice was devoid of bite in contrast to the nature of his words. You could’ve sworn you saw the undertone of Levi’s face grow increasingly pinker. You laughed, much to his disdain, something sentimental overtaking you.

“Maybe I should listen to Erwin more often.”

“You should already be listening to me, Squad Leader.” Erwin rounded the corner. He huffed, shaking his head as he reeled from the hearing. Despite meandering discourse being a significant part of his job as commander, even Erwin wasn’t immune to the occasional burnout. “I’m confident that the two of you have taken the time to talk about how you’ll be moving forward without Captain Thatch.”

“Yes, sir,” you responded, much to Levi’s surprise.

“Wonderful.” Erwin nodded between the two of you. “It’s good to see the two of you getting along.” You hummed in agreement, and with a last once-over, Erwin made for the stairwell directly behind him. “Come now, Levi. Plenty of other things to attend to, given that your rank has remained intact.”

Levi glanced at you. You met his concerned expression with a shrug.

“We’ll talk about it later. Your office.”

You turned on your heel to leave, and Levi followed after Erwin.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: Poor Reader, turns out having the only broken doorknob in the whole military really paid off this time. I read this to my boyfriend and I was like DID YOU GET IT??? DID YOU GET THE DOORKNOB THING????

The way this TOOK FOREVER, but I really enjoyed the new writing style. DON’T FUCK WITH THE SCOUTS 😤

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praetorqueenreyna · 13 days

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Summary: A month after the tragedy that made both him and Tamlin High Lords, Rhysand returns to the Spring Court to finish the job.

Happy Tamlin Week! This is for Day 1, Heir of Spring. Click here to read on AO3, or continue reading below!

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Rhysand was immediately suspicious when he flew across the Spring border and wasn’t accosted. With the regime change, the sentries should have been on high alert for intruders. The further he went without being challenged, the more wary he became. Something was very, very wrong. Tamlin was planning something, trying to lull him into a false sense of security. It didn’t matter. The new Spring Lord would die.

He landed on the front steps of Tamlin’s manor. The front doors were closed, but opened easily with a slight push. Still no sentries. Unwanted memories of the last time he had been here washed over him. It had been a night just like this one. He had been on high alert, wings folded tight against his back to keep from making a sound. Then, he had been flanked by his father, still grieving the loss of his wife and daughter. There was no one left to grieve them except Rhysand now.

Ascending the spiral staircase to the living quarters, Rhysand fought back other, happier memories. Tamlin leading him by the hand, eager to show off a new set of hunting knives. Passing the Lady of Spring on those stairs, bobbing his head respectfully only to have her pull him into a hug. Instinct led him to Tamlin’s old bedroom, rather than the High Lord’s quarters. Rhysand couldn’t even look at the room his parents had lain in, and he suspected Tamlin felt the same. The door was ajar. Rhysand reached out to push it open, when the attack he had been expecting came from behind.

Jagged claws tore through his clothing, raking across the sensitive membrane of his wings. Rhysand dropped to the ground and kicked out, intending to trip up the feet of his assailant. The attacker had to step back to avoid this, giving Rhysand a chance to get a good look at them.

It was a beast, huge and gangly, with antlers that stretched across the length of the hallway. Long drips of saliva hung from its jaws as it snarled. Only the familiar green eyes betrayed who this creature was. Clearly, the mantle of High Lord had granted Tamlin access to stronger, wilder magic than he had before.

A pair of razor-sharp amethyst daggers appeared in Rhysand’s hands. He attacked, graceful and deadly, grinning a satisfied smirk when red blood splashed across the walls. Tamlin didn’t even stagger from the wounds that opened up on his flanks. He lunged forward, slashing out with claws and a desperate ferocity Rhysand had never seen before. Rhysand struck again and again, growing frustrated that he could never get more than a glancing blow. The floor under his boots grew slick with Tamlin’s blood and threatened his balance. Tamlin’s strikes had grown wilder and out of control, and Rhysand saw his chance. With a decisive thrust, he slammed one of the daggers to the hilt into the beast’s paw, pinning it to the ground. Tamlin howled in fury and in pain, fruitlessly trying to tug his paw free.

“I’m going to kill you,” Rhysand growled as he pressed the blade of his other dagger against the creature’s throat. “You do not deserve to live when they are gone.”

The beast’s shape shimmered and melted and reformed back into Tamlin, the male that Rhysand knew every inch of. He was kneeling on the marble, his hand still trapped, splayed out against the ground in a puddle of blood. He looked up, and Rhysand was struck by how hollow his gaze was.

“Do it.” Tamlin rasped. “Kill me. You’re right. I deserve it.”

For a long, long minute, Rhysand didn’t move. The dagger in his hand was still against Tamlin’s throat, drawing a thin line of blood. Here it was, the opportunity he had been waiting for. Just a little bit of pressure, and Tamlin would be dead. His mother and sister would be avenged. And quite frankly, it would be in Tamlin’s best interest to be put out of his misery. The new Spring High Lord was a fucking mess. His clothes were in tatters, and clearly hadn’t been washed in weeks. Where before there had been strong muscle and healthy tan skin, now was a gaunt, gray figure. Add in the fact that there didn’t seem to be anybody else in the Spring Court to stop him or enact vengeance, the most logical choice was to kill Tamlin.

The seconds ticked by. Tamlin waited patiently for his death. Finally, Rhysand sighed.

“I can’t.”

Tamlin’s brow furrowed in a way that Rhysand had once found cute. “Why not?”

Rhysand changed the subject. “What happened here? What’s happened to you?” A black speck jumped from Tamlin’s hair onto Rhysand’s hand, causing him to drop the dagger in alarm. “By the Cauldron, Tam, do you have fleas?”

“Probably,” Tamlin answered, carelessly scratching at his scalp with a filthy hand. “Everyone left. The ones that didn’t leave on their own, I drove out. I’ve been maintaining my borders myself for the past month.”

“Why would you do that?”

“I’m a monster, aren’t I? It’s what I do.” He picked up the dagger that Rhysand had dropped and handed it back, hilt first. “Finish it.”

Rhysand had been furious for weeks on end. The rage had filled him with fire, threatening to burn his entire Court to the ground. All of that anger drained away at once. He had thought that Tamlin had tricked him, been lying to him the whole time they had been together, always intending to sell him out. Looking at him now, bedraggled and miserable and begging for death, that was obviously not the case. Even in the worst of his grief, Rhysand had had a support group around him, keeping him away from the edge. Tamlin had been here alone. He had nobody left.

“Not until I get you cleaned up.” Decision made, Rhysand vanished the daggers, both the one that Tamlin offered him and the one embedded in his hand. “There’s no honor in killing you like this. It would be like killing a blind elderly human.”

“Hilarious,” Tamlin intoned sarcastically. He ripped a section of his tunic off and wrapped it around his bleeding hand. Based on the smattering of wounds that criss crossed his body, he hadn’t been magically healing his own injuries for a while now. “Either kill me or go away.”

“No.” Rhysand pulled Tamlin to his feet and guided him to the nearest washroom. Tamlin struggled against him, but in this current state he was no match for Rhysand’s strength. With a wave of his hand, Rhysand began filling the marble bathtub with hot, fragrant water. He stripped Tamlin down and burned his grimy clothes right then and there, ignoring Tamlin’s protestations. It was harder to ignore the state of Tamlin’s body, now fully on display. Though he was still large and muscular, Rhysand could now see his ribs, and his skin had an unhealthy grayish tinge. More injuries revealed themselves, including a large burn on his thigh that he had hastily slapped a bandage on.

With some not-so-gentle prodding, Tamlin stepped into the bath. “Happy now?” he groused, standing waist-deep in the water with his arms crossed.

“Not really. That’s disgusting,” Rhysand pointed to the bloom of dirt and dried blood that surrounded Tamlin. Under Rhysand’s judgemental gaze, Tamlin began half-heartedly rubbing at his skin with his palms. “Do it right, or I’m coming in there and doing it for you.”

With a stubbornness that Rhysand had once admired, Tamlin looked up at him. It was a relief to see something other than apathy in his eyes. “Make me.”

“You are such an asshole,” Rhysand grumbled. He magicked away his own clothing and joined Tamlin in the bath, making sure to send away the dirty water before it could touch him. A tray laden with bottles and fluffy washcloths appeared next to him, floating a few inches above the water. The first thing Rhysand did was put a palm on the top of Tamlin’s head and shove his entire body underwater. Tamlin resurfaced, sputtering and flailing like an angry cat. “We have to drown the fleas and lice and whatever other vermin are hiding in your hair,” Rhysand explained. “Go under again, or I’m holding you down.”

Seeing that Rhysand was not making idle threats today, Tamlin complied. He laid on his back in the water, leaving just his face above the surface. Rhysand poured soap onto a washcloth and pulled Tamlin’s floating body against him, bracing and keeping him in place. With meticulous attention, Rhysand began to clean Tamlin. Starting at his neck and moving down, he scrubbed at Tamlin’s skin until it was soft and clean. Whenever he encountered a cut or bruise that Tamlin was too weak or stubborn to heal, he magicked it away. The tension that Tamlin was holding drained away. He closed his eyes and hummed appreciatively when Rhysand massaged a sore muscle.

“It was my fault.”

“Hmm?” Rhysand could barely hear him, and was distracted by the burn. He held his hand over the charred flesh and pushed, sending healing magic deep into the tissue so it could start healing from the inside out.

“My father found the last letter you had written to me.”

Rhysand froze. “We were supposed to burn those.” They had communicated by letter frequently, with the understanding that they would immediately dispose of the incriminating evidence. The knowledge that his words were temporary often gave Rhysand the courage to be bolder than he otherwise might have been.

“I know. I always did. But I held onto that one.” Tamlin smiled sadly. Rhysand couldn’t even remember what he had written that would have been worthy of saving. “I was stupid. You said you’d be traveling in it, and they took advantage. They went to kill you.”

Rhysand could see it, clear as day, playing out in his head. High Lord Theon and his two eldest sons, jeering and joking as they armed themselves and prepared to take out the heir to the Night Court. Even when he had thought Tamlin had intentionally betrayed him, he had had a hard time envisioning him cavorting with his family. He was too gentle, and they hated him for it.

“I actually hoped that you would be there,” Tamlin continued. Tears were falling from his eyes, dripping down his face and mixing with the bath water. “I hoped that you would kill them. And instead…”

Instead, the two people that Rhysand cared about most in the world were ripped to pieces, defenseless and afraid. They had repaid that violence with more violence, and now they were the last remaining members of their respective families.

“Sit up,” Rhysand ordered. It was easy to maneuver Tamlin’s loose-limbed body to a bench by the side of the bath. He poured the liquid from another vial over his hands and began massaging it into Tamlin’s dirty hair. Silence fell over them as Rhysand focused on his self-appointed task.

“Why are you doing this?” Tamlin asked. “You came here to kill me.”

“I don’t know,” Rhysand answered. A flea jumped out from under his hands and tried to escape. Rhysand squished it flat against the tile with his fingernail.

“You should just do it. I deserve it.”

“Maybe so. But your Court doesn’t.”

Tamlin’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You can’t fall apart like this anymore. You’re the High Lord. When you break down, your Court does as well. You owe it to your people to get your shit together.”

Tamlin sighed. He leaned back, pressing more of his bare skin against Rhysand’s. “I don’t know if I can.”

Despite everything, despite the rage that filled his heart and the sorrow that clung to his bones, Rhysand pressed a soft kiss to the top of Tamlin’s head. “You can. You have to.”

With Tamlin healed, cleaned, rinsed, and dried, he almost looked normal again. Relaxed for the first time in weeks, he was pliant in Rhysand’s arms, allowing himself to be dressed in soft pants and laid down in bed. As Rhysand had suspected, Tamlin was still living in his old room. It was a disaster; clothes and weapons were strewn everywhere, and there were multiple fist-shaped holes in the walls. The bed was oddly clean and well-made, as if Tamlin hadn’t slept in it since the servants had left.

“Why are you doing this?” Tamlin asked again as Rhysand fussed with the sheets, tucking them around his prone form.

“I don’t know,” Rhysand answered again, but this time it was a lie. He knew. He had always known.

Because I love you. Because killing you would kill me. Because you’ve been alone your entire life, and no matter what you’ve done, you don’t deserve that.

“Go to sleep,” he said instead. “Tomorrow, you fix this.”

Tamlin smiled at him, his eyes more lively than they had been all evening. “Thank you.”

Rhysand took his hand and kissed the back of his knuckles, sending one last wave of magic to Tamlin. The Spring Lord’s eyes closed, the magic knocking him out into a healing sleep.

Tomorrow, Tamlin would wake up and begin to get his life together. Tomorrow, Rhysand would go back to hating him. Tonight, he sat by Tamlin’s bedside for hours, holding his hand.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamlin #pro tamlin #tamsand #rhysand #tamlin/rhysand #tamlin x rhysand #tamlin week #tamlin week 2024 #tamlinweek #tamlinweek2024

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sluttyenha · 2 years

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STUDY SESSION!

Pairing: nerd! Heeseung x reader

Warnings: non-con, cursing , drugging , slight Yandere behaviour and sort of kidnapping? Not proof read! I do not condone this behaviour.

Note! Hey guys! This is my first work! I hope you like it! Tell me your views about it! Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. Constructive feedback is appreciated ☺️

Heeseung was the nerd of your class. You didn't think much about him until your teacher told you that he was going to tutor you. You ere kinda nervous since you haven't talked to him even once and now he's going to tutor you in his house! That's gonna be awkward. He behaves kinda weirdly though. Like it makes you kinda uncomfortable because he always seems to gaze at your boobs , ass and lips. You caught him several times but he pretended that he was looking elsewhere. You were scared because of that too. Oh how right you were......

You reached at his house and he opened the door in just a towel. You blushed and turned back but heard him chuckle. “yah why aren't you wearing any clothes!” you asked him “i was showering and was about to change but you knocked so I came to let you in . Now come on get in and I'll change” he replied. You came inside while he went to change . He came back not long after and told you to follow him upstairs. “where are your parents?” you asked while admiring his house. “they're on a business trip ” he said and shrugged. “oh alright ”. You guys reached his room and sat on his study table. He was bringing you some water and some books.“here” he handed you the water and you drank it because you were thirsty. Unknown to you Heeseung was drooling.

Drooling over the sight of you . The sight of you in his house , in his room , in the pretty little skirt - drinking the water sexily. He lives the way some water drops fell from beside you lips - it made them more tempting. He wanted to do so many things to you but decided to wait. Wait till the water does it trick~. “alright so I have problem in this chapter , int his part” you showed him some parts and he nodded while preparing himself. You gusy studied for some while before things started to take a turn. Heeseung was being too touchy. His hands never seem to leave your thigh. He was rubbing his hands on your thigh since a long time and you were getting kinda drowsy. You also noticed that Heeseung came closer than he was from the start. “while his one hand was on your thigh his other hand was on the table which slowly made its way towards your hands and started going upwards , in a sense of feeling you. You removed his hand and said kinda angrily “what the fuck are you doing Heeseung?” but it didn't faze him. He smirked and picked you up by youe waist and brought you on his bed. He threw you on it and hovered above you.“i have waited long enough babygirl and I can't wait anymore~” he stated and started kissing your neck. You were taken aback and you froze. You broke out of your thoughts when you felt Heeseung's lips come closer to yours. You started squirming and trying to get up but he wasn't having any of it. He took your hand and pinned them above your head while keeping you on your place by his knee on both side of your thighs. He wanted to kiss you on your lips but you were moving your head because you didn't want him to.“h-heeseung what the fuck , s-stop!” he was getting annoyed with you and so he started grinding his hard dick on your clothed pussy so it would take your attention. And it did. You were distracted and so he took the chance and started roughly kissing you. Your vision was getting very blurry and it was getting hard to stay awake. But you wanted to fight back which was very hard and looking impossible. He ripped your top off and took your bra away with his mouth. You were almost passed out but still tried to fight. But it only made him more turned on since you were moving and your boobs were moving too making you look hot as fuck. “fuck I always knew you had the best tits in the world and I'm all ready to devour and mark them” he started to lick and suck on your nipples which resulted in you moaning but you slowly started to give up and passed out. Heeseung felt very happy since he didn't have to hold you back now. So he did what he wanted and took your virginity. You woke up several hours later with a long white shirt and a strong arm around your waist. It took you sowm minutes to remember what happened before you passed out and when you realised what Heeseung did tears immediately started pooling your eyes and you wanted nothing but to get away. You tried to quietly stand up but just when you were trying to take his hand off , his hold on your waist became tighter and he brought you close to him. “hmmmm what are you doing baby? You can't leave me now . Just accept me . I'm your boyfriend now” he said without caring about what you say and kissed your neck softly. “you're so pretty , I couldn't get enough of you yesterday. Be ready for tonight baby - it's going to be a long night. Let's sleep for some more time yeah?” saying this he cuddled you closer to him. you were crying silently because you knew how much of a pyscho he is. But you'll just have to bear with it for some time till you escape. Till then you'll have to engage with him physically and sexually.

#enhypen #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen yandere #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #heeseung #heeseung smut #lee heeseung smut #lee heeseung x you #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x y/n #yandere smut #enhypen heeseung #kpop smut #Heeseung non-con #enhypen non con

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qsphyxias · 1 year

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𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕤

if you read yaoi and/or bl regularly as a woman, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; eddie finds ur baby photos + you guys kiss + drops the L bomb

warnings ; male (he/him) reader, ugh i miss writing lower case, no major spoilers, just the character, L bombs, not edited

note ; fuck season 4 bro im shitting tears (yes yes im late to the party, pls, bring in the requests)

words ; 0.7k +

⊱ ───── {⋅ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ - ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴀᴄ⋅} ───── ⊰

"Sweetheaaaart!" He spoke in a singsong voice, "Look what I found!" Eddie slid into your viewpoint from the hallway outside your room, stopping at your door frame on the heels of his tattered socks.

Horror washed over your entire soul as your jaw dropped an inch, eyes widened in panic. "Eddie. Do not tell me…"

Eddie could only stare at you, amused as he tauntingly swayed your photo album back and forth. "Yup, I found your baby photos…!" After Eddie had confirmed your suspicions (with a shit eating grin too), you took no time to launch yourself at him from where you sat. "Eddie! Give- Those- Back!"

Your frown deepened as you heard Eddie's happy laugh echo across your room, his arms catching you after your failed attempt to steal the album back. Eddie's eyes closed as he took a deep breath shortly after wrapping his arms around your back, the cold plastic cover of the album resting on your skin. "Mmmm... Do you smell that?" You scoffed as you heard the smile in his voice, begrudgingly getting comfortable in his grip.

"What, the deceit and lies in the air?" You grunted bitterly into his Hellfire shirt.

He playfully shoved you onto the bed in return of your mean comment, collapsing on top of you shortly after. "C'mon man, don't be like that!" You rolled your eyes, scooting away from him and sitting up. "I, personally, think a trip down memory lane sounds great, but you—" He poked your forehead, crawling towards you and delicately taking a seat on your lap.

"—don't." You finished his sentence, glaring at him for a solid 11 seconds before groaning dejectedly. He was pouting at you, eyes down turned and… Well, adorable. "Okay fine, just open the damn book already." You muttered barely above a whisper, annoyed he was still able to hear you. Eddie expressed his joy the only way he knew how, by cheering loudly, gripping your shoulders, and swinging.

With a final pump of his fists in the air, "Yeeeeesss! You're the best, s/o," he kissed you in thanks. The celebration was short-lived as Eddie had shifted all his attention onto the photo album. "Now come to papa…" You grimaced at his creepy tone, "C'mon man, act semi-normal at least."

"Good sir, I refuse." Eddie flashed a grin to you, placing one hand on his heart, and the other pointing up before excitedly opening the album. With a childlike giggle, Eddie fell backwards, letting his giant hair cushion his fall on your lap.

You couldn't exactly see inside the book from that angle, safe for the view of Eddie's expressions changing every flip of the page; from happy to tearful, and shocked to elated. It was embarrassing for you, but at least he was enjoying himself.

"Oh, my heart." Eddie rested his hand on his chest once again, laying the book flat on his stomach, looking up at you through his hair. "Who knew this lil' sweetheart would turn into such a dork when he grew up?" He could barely get through the complete sentence without laughing. You tugged his hair lightly, snorting at his winced reaction. "Look who's talking, Eddie the Banished."

His face suddenly hardened jokingly, a finger pointing straight into your face, "Don't disrespect the dungeon master, otherwise you'll get—" You suddenly felt afraid of the mischievous look in his eyes.

"—murdered by Vecna himself!" He only cackled as you screeched away from his hands wrapping them around your waist, lifting you up and off the bed to pin you to the wall.

"Eddie, if you drop me, I will-" He kissed you. "D- don't interrupt-" He kissed you again, holding it longer than the previous one. You groaned softly into his lips, relaxing and letting yourself slide down the wall and to the ground with Eddie's help. He only pulled away for air, moving his hands to your wrists and pinning them above your head. A shaky breath escaped your lips as you stared him down.

His trance was broken by his cheeky grin, instantly giving you a bad feeling about what he was going to say…

"I love you." He muttered quickly.

… Only to be proven utterly wrong.

You felt your face heat up, a goofy smile breaking out on your face. "Wow, Munson, you just made it gayer." You chuckled through intervals of nervousness and intense elation.

"Say it baaaack." Eddie said in a warning tone, dropping his hands from yours to grasping both the sides of his face. "Or Vecna..."

You finally gave in and laughed wholeheartedly, "Okay, yeah, yeah, I love you too." Eddie's signature smile grew slowly on his face, as he inched closer.

"You mean it, right?"

"I mean it."

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

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gatalentan · 1 year

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PHONECALLS | AO3

Summary: Young Melissa/Barbara, wine, unexpected phonecalls, and getting closer by the inch.

Hearing Barbara's voice in her ear while four drinks in was a little too much right now, she had to admit. Overstimulation, or something. She'd crawled onto her bed somewhere around minute ten, the low rumble of her voice like a soft hand stroking her cheek. She was more than tipsy before the phone rang, and had sunk another since then, her limbs loose and warm. Drifting in space.

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Melissa was a substitute, had to be all things to all men. A swiss army knife. Adaptable. Resourceful. Good at a little of everything, but feet never planted long enough to build relationships or make a difference. Just long enough to prevent the classroom turning into Lord of the Flies 2: Fly Harder. She hated it. It wasn't why she'd become a teacher. But she had bills to pay, and it was the only gig she could get, two years outta college.

It was still teaching. And she was still good at it.

But she wanted to be great at it.

She first got asked to sub for Barbara Howard about a year ago, when Mel was still really green. She didn't really know her, only to nod-to in the lounge. Sometimes chatted if the room was quiet. She was hard to get to know. Didn't really open up past the surface layer of small talk. Real tense, very dignified, by the book. Extremely handsome though, in the way older, confident women are. Shiny. Nice to look at over morning coffee.

But subbing for her class turned her guts to pastina. Those kids adored her. They drew pictures of her, for her, even though she wasn't there. "Mrs. Howard says this, Mrs Howard says that, is she coming back, when will we see her..." Mel couldn't remember ever missing a teacher. What kind of woman was Barbara? The fact the pin-straight room was absolutely littered with pieces of these kids told such a story of mutual love. Even if it meant the windowsill was covered in the ugliest clay… somethings known to man. They'd made them for her.

She was so fucking jealous.

She wanted it to be like that.

Ached for it, even.

It made her wanna get to know her, learn from her. To get to be just like her. She brought her food, after that, as an excuse to sit beside her, the way she always did when she wanted to make herself indisposable. Let me in. They always let her in. Nobody could turn her down once they took a bite.

So it was a crush, yeah. Big deal. She had eyes. The woman's face looked like she was made by Michaelangelo, all soft and hand made by something otherworldly, made you wanna touch her to see if she was warm or just made of clay. And she was warm. And pretty, and kind, but it didn't have to be a whole thing.

Except y'know, it definitely was a whole thing. 'Cause after weeks of careful aim and persistence she'd finally learned just how to crack a real, genuine laugh out of her without fail, and whenever that happened, Melissa was always a total goner. She loved making people laugh, especially the uptight ones. It's the knowing that they'll carry that bit of her with them for the rest of the day. Made herself into a sunny spot they wanna come back to.

And it became their whole thing, over days and weeks and months, food and laughter and chairs that got a little bit closer each morning. Direct, focused attention that Melissa could just drown in. Barb seemed to grow excuses to touch her - by accident? on purpose? - punctuation while telling a story, a balm on a shitty day, a playful warning after a dirty joke. And Melissa read meaning into it that wasn't there, but mattered to her.

She'd made herself a fixture in Barbara's day to the point where she'd see her smile when she rounded the lounge doorway to find Mel already sitting there, and it made her wanna melt through the floor.

She'd gotten in through the garden gate, and she now wanted to be around her every chance she got.

It was a whole… problem.

She wanted to be her friend, but she also wanted to crowd her into the janitor's closet and kiss the smile off her stupid face.

But she couldn't.

But she could think about it.

Thinking is free.

So hearing Barbara's voice in her ear while four drinks in was a little too much right now, she had to admit. Overstimulation, or something. She'd crawled onto her bed somewhere around minute ten, the low rumble of her voice like a soft hand stroking her cheek. She was more than tipsy before the phone rang, and had sunk another since then, her limbs loose and warm. Drifting in space.

"Did you get all that?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Actually she hadn't heard a damn thing, had been too distracted by other thoughts, of that same voice in other, sweatier circumstances, with a pair of plum red lips attached, telling her other, filthier, things, in the shell of her ear, in the column of her neck. Stupid thoughts, but pretty ones, hanging in the air. So easy to let them drift there.

She took a swig of her wine to recenter herself.

"Hmm." Barbara didn't sound convinced, could almost hear the hand on her hips. Made Mel squirm a little, in the way disapproval always did. Pulled her out of her haze, wanting to be seen all of a sudden.

"I've got you, Barb. I know the drill. I've subbed your class how many times? You gotta trust me by now."

Silence yawned open between them down the line. Clocks ticking, cars rolling by. Trust was a loaded word to insert into this small conversation about lesson plans.

"I do. Trust you, that is." The creak of a floorboard. Melissa could picture her, barefoot in the living room, pacing around as she spoke. Cute. "I don't know if I ever told you, but the children always rave about you when I come back. 'Miss Schemmenti always does the voice this way! No, not like that, like this!' It's enough to give me a complex."

Oh. Melissa felt like she might shatter. Could feel the tears surging up, the cold tingle in her fingers and toes, heart stopped. The kids did see her. And by extension Barbara saw her. Barbara was jealous of her.

Even this drunk, with her barriers on the floor, she knew this was an insecurity made flesh that was too tender to reveal on what was meant to be an easy-going work phone call. She sniffed, rubbed her face, reworked it into something else. Toes still tingling.

"Oh yeah?" Her voice was shakier, more tense than she'd like, even with all the false bravado she tried to pack into it. "If I'm so good, does that mean you'll owe me a favour?"

Flirting was safe. It's just a game.

She was on her belly now, toying with the edges of her pillowcase, and the throaty chuckle on the end of the line lit her up like the Main Street Electrical Parade.

"What kind of favour?"

Oh, she could think of a few. None of them PG. All of them ending in Barbara's hand twisted up in her hair.

"Come over for dinner on Monday," burst out in a rush, up in the air before she could catch it, greased up by the wine. "If you're not busy," she followed, hoping she didn't sound too desperate. Friends eat dinner. She cooks for her all the time just not at… her house. It's totally fine. It's fine.

"Oh." Almost a gasp, and a long pause on the end of the line that nearly made Melissa's throat close up. "I'd love that."

It could have been a lot of things - her brain, the drink, the way she felt simultaneously sleepy and keyed up - but she could have sworn there was something in her tone, there. Something else. She wanted to tear it open and sift through the pieces. Fixated her nervous hands on the pillowcase instead.

"Seven?"

"Works for me. Do you want me to bring anything?"

Just you. "Wine?" She yawned, flicking through her mental recipe book so she could give her some direction. Braciole? Ribollita? "A chianti or something would be great."

"Perfect." A beat. "You sound tired, are you alright?"

Yes. No. "Sorry. It's the chardonnay."

"Tsk. I thought you sounded drunk."

"It's 9.30 on a Saturday night, Barb. I didn't know you were gonna call and expect to talk to me about IEPs"

"Hey, hey, no judgement from me. There's brandy with my name on it by the sink."

"Ooh, my kind of woman."

"So you keep saying."

"You know me, I can't help myself.”

"So I've heard."

They both cackled then, throaty and light. Easy, familiar.

"I'll let you go so you can pass out in front of Walker, Texas Ranger."

"Shut up!"

"Don't forget, top drawer of my desk."

"Yeah. I got you. G'night Barb. "

"I know. Goodnight. Take care. Sweet dreams."

Click.

Yeah. They will be.

She put down the phone and pulled up her dress.

#melissa schemmenti #barbara howard #work wives #god this is like. only the second ever fic i've ever written don't look at me IS THIS EVEN ANYTHING. help.#✍#gifalentan

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dark-elf-writes · 5 months

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Okay so reading the home prt made me think of this: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16900914/chapters/39702882

Minor run down: Home Sky/War Sky is sort of a fan on idea that revolves around the idea of skies sort of having zones. Home skies protect the home and the people in while War skies rage war. The above fix is Tsuna/Kyoko but it's the only fic I like with the pairing because Kyoko is TERRIFYING here.

But anyway: Reborn Grandson Tsuna being a home sky who wants to protect his home is yes

Oh yes. Yesssss

Tsuna who has always seen home as people. Who for a long time thought of home as his mom’s laughing voice int he kitchen and hazy memories of little warm hands steadying him. Who never saw his dad as home. As his. He was always too far, too distant, too attached to a different home that’s wasn’t Tsuna and his mom and lazy Sunday mornings where they just got to exist around each other with no pressure.

Tsuna who latches into Kyoko first, knowing somewhere deep down that she is part of his home even if he doesn’t know how. Who gets that feeling twisted with hormones and carries a crush for way too long.

Tsuna who sees Reborn standing over him after falling down the stairs, reaching out to him with little hands warm and smelling of sunlight and coffee and knows that part of his home has returned to him.

Hayato and Takeshi are next. Claimed nearly at the same time with the hissing of dynamite long extinguished still in his ears

They come faster after that. Lambo and I-pin and Bianchi and Futa and so so many more. It becomes a running joke for the others, who Tsuna will see and claim as his and how many times they will try to kill him first. (He isn’t sure the others will ever let him live down trying to block the Vindice from taking Muruko while hardly able to stand after winning their fight. He is sure that Reborn knows that he and Chrome are plotting a way to break Muruko out and is simply waiting until they’re stupid enough to act before stepping in)

Reborn is less than pleased when Tsuna starts claiming other Arcobaleno as his. His mother laughs and tells him that he gets it from his grandfather.

No one is sure how they’re supposed to react when Tsuna claims Xanxus in the middle of a fight to the death.

Tsuna who reminds all of them just how dangerous he is when someone tries to attack his people — his home — and how far he will go to protect all of them.

#the elf talks #reborn #katekyo hitman reborn #fic rec #grandpa reborn #Tsuna pointing at Xanxus: that’s mine #Gokudera: he just tried to kill you #Tsuna pointing at the varia: They’re mine too #Reborn’s possessiveness is genetic and while nana has it Tsuna has it B A D #like it’s a good thing Tsuna is such a good person or he would be a terror

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togamicchi · 3 months

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can you do super sonico if thats okie dookie w/ you :3?

yaaaayayayayayy shes so cutie

includes full sized graphic (middle img)

#read pinned before int #sorry this is weeks late ;-;#i have terrible time management skills #favicons #rentry #pixels #web graphics #rentry graphics #graphics #gif #decor #cute #kawaii #super sonico #sfw interaction only #my stuff is all f2u

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creature-wizard · 1 year

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You're looking way too much into things with the whole topuc of the character who transforms into a dragon. Everything seems to be anti-xyz, xyz-phobic nowadays, because people look for these issues everywhere. Everyone seems to have a problem with everything out of their own " biased " view.

The only reason you think I'm "looking for these issues everywhere" is because you are not literate in the tropes and language of antisemitic conspiracy theorists. To you, it's all random noise.

But to anyone who's put any amount of effort to learn this stuff, it's all quite recognizable. When you know that David Icke has spent years promoting the idea that Jews are secretly possessed by reptilian aliens, when you know that even people who don't believe in this now call Jews "lizard people" as a joke online, when a dragon transformation is used int the context of everything else goblins are in the world of Harry Potter and especially in the story of Hogwarts Legacy, it's not exactly subtle. It's a foghorn.

Perhaps you should check out my pinned post before arguing from your ignorance again.

(And for any potential creatives reading this, I would like to note that dragon transformations are not inherently antisemitic. The problem here is the context - if it was a character and story that wasn't already dripping in antisemitic tropes, it wouldn't be a problem.)

#harry potter #hogwarts legacy #antisemitism #david icke #reptilians #reptilian aliens

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amaesama · 2 years

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𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑡 2

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑂𝑡𝑖𝑠|𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡

Ok so this is a second part to that one lil fluff thing I wrote. I didn’t intend it to be but here we are, if you haven’t read THAT yet and you want a little bit of context then I urge you to go do that. As you can tell this is 🔞, and although I cannot directly stop anyone under 18 from reading this I can urge you not to.

Contents: gender neutral reader, teasing (male receiving), edging, dom reader(?), sub Helen Otis, orgasm denial, handjobs

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

He’s absolutely gorgeous like this. Laying beneath you with your thighs pushing him flush against his bed and his wrists pinned with one of your hands above his head, the other hand stroking either his face or caressing his chest or waist. Both his and your lips were enthralled with each other, intoxicated with the lust for each other. You flick his lip with your tongue and he instantly lets you in, you feel one of his hands strain against yours and you get the feeling that he desperately wants to feel you. To trail his hand down your chest, your waist, the flesh of your thigh. But he can’t. Not tonight at least. He needs to know that he is not the one in control of this night. You pull away from him and relish in the way he follows your lips, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

‘Helen. You said you would make it up to me, so stay still.’

His eyebrows furrow.

‘I want to make it up to you. Please can you let me do that?’

You chuckle and press your groin into his, feeling him grow and twitch against you. Oh how you love that feeling, how truly beautiful it is.

‘Helen I love you, but you’re not going to ignore me all day and then assume we’re going to play this your way.’

He whines but he gets it. You press his wrists down one more time as a warning and slowly let him go, and he doesn’t dare to move an inch when you do. You run your arms along his chest with feather light touches until you reach then hem of your shirt and lift if slowly over your head, you then go to his own shirt and pull it over his head. You’re both shirtless now, shirtless and so very turned on by each other. You lean and press a chain of hard kisses down his chest and midriff, he’s not particularly toned, there are faint lines of muscles but nothing other than that. You get to the waistband of his sweatpants and look up at him in a silent inquiry - to which he nods. You pull them down and lean back to admire the fruits of your labour. There’s a large tent in his boxers with a small wet patch of his arousal, which you promptly begin to rub. He lets out a breathy, whiney moan and tilts his head back.

‘Y/N…’

You continue to rub him, getting faster and faster with each stroke, with his back arching and his sweet voice ringing out.

‘Nng..! Y/-Y/N-!’

His moans get louder and louder, and you take this (along with the way his thighs spasm and his pelvis wriggles) as a sign that he’s close.

So you stop.

He lets out an exasperated sigh and takes a couple of deep breaths before tilting his head to get a look at you.

‘Why’d you-?’

You say nothing as you peel off his underwear and drop them off the side of his bed. You continue to say nothing as you gesture for him to give you his arms so you can pull him up to face you. And you still don’t say anything as you rise from your seat on his lap so you’re standing on his bed with either side of his legs and take your own shorts off, leaving you standing above him in your underwear. You step around him so you’re behind him and sit with your back to the headrest. You reach forward to pull him so his back is between your legs and kiss him gently on the head.

‘You said you’d make it up to me, didn’t you?’

He has an awful feeling that he knows what will happen next, yet by the twitch of his dick you can tell he really doesn’t have a problem with it. You reach down to his pretty cock and start to stroke him, with steady movements up and down the shaft and a frequent intermission of rubbing the head with your palm. He latches onto your arm and arches his back, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly, before he finally does makes a sound. It’s a melodic mix of a desperate cry, a whine and a hard exhale, which lasts a couple of seconds before he starts to pant. His groin comes up to meet your hands in an attempt to draw his orgasm closer. His attempts are simply futile, as you quickly remove your hand and leave him nearly crying in frustration. But nearly isn’t enough for you. Before Helen even has an opportunity to look up and plead with you, your hand returns to its position and mercilessly starts to jack him off again at an incredible pace. He starts to moan almost instantly and begins to writhe, with his backside pressing further into his mattress. His hands claw at your arm and he throws his head back, letting out a loud and guttural moan. It doesn’t take as long to bring him to the edge this time, and as soon as he clenches his eyes closed you once again remove your hand. His eyes start to water and he whimpers.

‘Y/N please.. I’m begging- hh- I’m begging you, please just let me cum.’

His words are periodically interrupted by him panting and you almost feel bad for him. You almost consider making this the last one. His cock is so painfully hard and is dripping in his own pre-cum, his head is blushing a furious rose colour that almost looks purple. It’s twitching and the veins are protruding, something you quickly became aware of as you could feel them. However all thoughts of stopping are quickly put to sleep when you make eye contact with him.

Those eyes aren’t the eyes of someone craving mercy.

You smile at him and stroke his soft hair.

‘You’re doing so well, Helen, just a couple more.’

His panting picks up again at this, and you can’t tell if it’s from exhaustion or excitement. You lean forward and resume your actions, you took a bit longer of a break this time, so he had gotten a few more seconds to cool down. You focus your attention primarily on the head, with quick sharp movements bobbing up and down, giving the period squeeze to be just that more torturous. He starts moaning again. Much shorter moans this time, whimpers rising from his throat with no pattern and filling his room, you’re glad that most people aren’t at home right now. You encircle your palm around the hole on his head, spreading his pre around and around, which results in a drown out plea from him, a beg of release. His legs twitch and his knee is brought up as he digs his heel into his bed covers, his pelvis is thrusting into your hand in an attempt to bring him closer to the edge, praying that this will be the time you let him ejaculate. But as his sweet voice reaches a falsetto, and his head draws back to hit your chest, you let go of his raw cock.

He’s crying at this point. Not out of pain, of course, you know he’s enjoying his, but from your merciless teasing and edging. He guesses that this is his punishment, to be brought forward and forward but never quite going off the edge for countless times. How many had it been now? Three, he counts to himself. Which means the next one would make four, one for each hour he spent away from you. He watches as your hand is brought up to your mouth, your tongue protruding to taste him upon your hard, though he can’t imagine it tastes nice. Your other hand, that was previously wrapped around his shoulders, comes up to his face to wipe a stray tear away. He’s actually crying.

‘Shhhh, don’t cry, Helen. You’re doing so well, this is the last one, I promise.’

He perks up at this and nods slightly.

‘Please… *hic*… Y/N, it’s too much-’

‘I know it is, and you’ve done amazingly.’

It’s almost embarrassing how wet this has gotten you, with so much of your own fluids soaking your underwear to the point where you can feel it drip onto the sheets and spread along his lower back. Every time he wriggled and moved backwards he would rub you, which you have a nasty feeling is on purpose. For the last time, you reach over to his ridiculously hard dick and start to stroke him. You don’t start off fast, using slow and steady rotations of your wrist up and down his shaft, eliciting a nasal shriek from the gorgeous man laying on top of you. He pants harder and harder as you quicken your pace, sometimes releasing a quick ‘hah~’.

‘Hn~~ Y/N… AH~! Y/N I promise I’ll- I promise I won’t ignore you any- NYNG-! I promise I won’t ignore you anymore! Oh fuck-’

You chuckle and nuzzle your chin into his head and him softly, making sure to ever so slightly quicken the bobbing of your hand.

‘I know.’

He’s twitching even more now, pressing his entire body into you and you can feel the sweat trailing down his back. He pants and calls his moans into the ceiling, and with one last stroke of your hand his comes undone.

His cum shoots from his dick in fat globs if white, either landing between the space in his legs or dropping down his shaft. His pelvis twitches with each spurt, so beyond relieved to finally have came. It takes him a few seconds to empty himself out, and you continue to draw out his fluids by drawing your hand up and down his shaft.

‘Well done, Helen, you did so well tonight.’

‘Thank you…. Thank you… thank you.’

He continues to pant and murmur his thanks as you get up and grab some tissues to clean him off. You catch the look of your underwear in the mirror, your arousal evident and untouched. This is something he notices when you exit the bathroom. He perches himself on his elbows and looks up at you.

‘You’re- do you want me to help you?’

You shake your head and kneel down to clean him up, taking extra care to be gentle around his softening cock.

‘Not tonight, let’s just go to sleep, ok?’

He nods and looks down at his ruined sheets. He winces and gets up to put on his previously discarded sweatpants and shirt. You both go through the process of cleaning up after yourselves before flopping onto his bed. It’s the same position as before, with him behind you and pulling you into his chest, your legs in a devils snare. You nuzzles into you and plants several kisses on your neck and shoulder.

‘I love you, Y/N.’

His voice is slightly hoarse and is very quiet, you can tell he’s tired.

‘I love you too, Helen.’

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My asexual ass after writing the most vulgar and dirtiest smut.

Reminder to please send my requests cuz I’m bored and want to write, ok bye bye.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #helen otis #helen otis x reader #bloody painter #bloody painter x reader #creepypasta smut #writing this made me horn knee

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cutthroatcarnival · 2 months

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Revered Deity, Unknown Hero (5/10)

Halfway there!

Read chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Find it on AO3 here!

A Twilit Challenge

Twilight laughed as the kids tugged him to a small clearing in Ordon Village, the hope and glee loud in their voices as they begged him to show them moves.

“Link! Link! Show us something cool!” Malo was tugging on the wolf pelt, trying to get Twilight’s sole attention. Smothered laughs were heard behind him, and he rolled his eyes; if his fellow heroes were trying to be subtle, they were failing miserably.

“Well,” he loosened Malo’s grasp on his pelt and swung the kid up onto his shoulder, “I’ll need a partner to help me.” Cheers rose up from the kids.

A scheming smile slipped onto his face.

“Why don’t you all help me choose?”

A dirty tactic? Maybe, but he knew who the kids would choose- they had been staring at him in awe for most of the day- and it would help further his plan.

Twilight had noticed how wound-up Warriors had been throughout the day; his eyes and ears were constantly alert, and his body never seemed to relax, even while in the safety of the village. But he knew it wasn’t because of an outside threat.

The dragon inside the captain was stirring- the wolf had made that clear, the same feeling when he had first met the captain. A warning, even if he knew no harm would come to him.

So, what better way than to blow off some steam and stress than a sparring session?

“Scarf guy!” The captain squawked. Twilight turned to see the three kids yanking at his scarf, and snorted at the lost look on the other's face. As the kids walked backwards, Warriors followed- probably didn’t want to be choked out by his own scarf.

“You want Wars here to be my sparring partner?” A chorus of excited ‘yes’ answered him. Malo started to wiggle, so he let the kid down- watching him run over to his brother and join in on scarf yanking party.

The rest of the heroes were in quiet hysterics over the spectacle- Sky and Legend were leaning against each other, barely audible wheezing laughter falling from their lips.

A sharp whistle caught the kids’ attention, “If you want us to show anything, you have to let him go.” They proceeded to drop the royal blue fabric and rushed to the nearest fences, either climbing on top of or sitting on the ground against them.

Warriors unwound his scarf and folded it, passing it off to Time. He walked over to Twilight and followed the rancher to their sparring spot. The rancher handed off one of the wooden swords to him, and made his way to his side of the area, Warriors mirroring his actions.

“One minute, or until one yields.” Time had assumed the role of referee.

Rules laid out, the two bowed, and began circling, body’s low; two predators prowling and calculating. It wasn’t until their third circle around that Twilight noticed Warriors had not dropped his gaze. He could sense the wolf’s hackles raising- if Warriors knew the implication of meeting Twilight’s gaze and holding it steady, he made no show of it.

The challenge was on.

Twilight took the first move, and the spar truly began. He had the advantage of raw strength, but the captain was professionally trained to a high degree, which he displayed as he redirected his slash with a fluid movement. They traded blow after blow, wooden swords smacking together as they went, clashing and pushing against the other, dodging and swinging.

“Thirty seconds!”

With a grunt, Twilight broke their current clash, catching Warriors off guard enough to make him stumble. Not exactly a shield attack, but it would work just the same. Quickly shifting his stance, he pushed off and jumped, aiming to attempt the Helm Splitter.

Instead of his sword meeting its mark, Twilight felt a hand wrap around his ankle and pull. He stopped short in the air and fell, the hand swiftly releasing him, allowing him to roll to absorb the shock. Before he could get his bearings, a weight slammed into him with a snarl and pinned him on his back, a knee sharply digging into his stomach.

Above him was Warriors, yet his blue eyes were no longer filled with friendly competition, instead hardened with power and divine light, making them glow brightly as the man’s feature twisted in a fanged snarl. Twilight bared his own fangs and growled in response with his ears pinned back, eyes narrowing dangerously, readying himself to buck the captain off.

The dragon had challenged the wolf on his own territory, after all.

Applause broke the challenge between the two, shocking them both out of their stupor, and Warriors clambered off of Twilight, offering him a hand that he graciously took.

The kids came flooding back to them, rushing around their legs and yanking on any article of clothing within their reach, yelling excitedly at the spectacle they were shown.

“Alright, alright, let’s get you guys back to your parents.” Twilight gently herded the kids back towards the houses, the other hero at his shoulder. He chewed on his lip nervously; had the spar been too much?

Warriors bumped his shoulder, simultaneously a silent thanks and to tell him that everything was okay. Twilight returned the bump, releasing his now bleeding lip from his teeth as his nerves were soothed.

Inside, the wolf snuffled contentedly, for the “danger” had dissipated; the dragon within the captain was satiated, curling around itself and fading to the back, settling far below the surface.

The dragon would rear its head again one day, he was sure, but for now it rested.

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wordsbymae · 2 years

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MINORS DNI 18+

TW: nothing much really, I wrote this on my iPad so grammar, and spelling mistakes everywhere. Discussions of sex, werewolf shit, discussions of breeding, this man really has no fucking clue what's happening, he's just happy to be involved, not yandere related just one tired bitch trying to figure shit out while another dumb bitch gives them puppy eyes, discussion of marriage. Fem!reader discussion of pregnancy

Pairing: werewolf!reader x oc hunter (male)

Notes: I'm so sorry this is short and late, I am so bored at home but it's hard writing on an iPad :) while he's not yandere, I was thinking of adding some stuff in later, like when he finds out reader is a werewolf and freaks out and decided he has to protect you even if that means keeping you locked up int the cabin, tell me what you think! Either way he's going to be very soft and fluffy. Also name suggestions???? I was gonna give him the legal name hunter for shits and gigs.

This is the sequel to a drabble of mine, if you've found this one first please read the other one otherwise you might be confused. Lots of love mae xx

You hated him. Truly you did. His stupid brown eyes all soft and warm. His disgusting charming smile reaching his eyes, leaving soft creases around his eyes and lips. His ridiculously rough hands, all calous and strong showcasing a life of hard work. You especially hated the way he hadn't left yet. He was still sitting, naked mind you, on the steps to your cabin, bare feet grazing the snow below him. He was shivering, desperately trying to steal warmth from the pillow covering his privates. You had kicked him out nearly an hour ago, and you had been sure he would have tucked his metaphorical tail between his legs and run off home. But no, the idiot instead popped himself on your stairs and was pinning for you. It's not like you wanted him to get attached. If you were being serious you hadn't even wanted him in your bed. You, or the primal part of you, just wanted someone to take way the ache. To state the desire you felt burning inside you. And for some stupid reason, it chose him, the scruffy, dirty-looking, kinda smelly hunter whom you met once like 6 weeks ago to help you butcher some meat. For some reason, you in your heat fog decided this man would make the best mate and the best father. But now it's over, you finally felt the heat fog disappear and now you wanted him to fuck off. But alas, he still sat shivering in the cold. You almost felt bad for him. Almost

Another 30 minutes passed and you were sure this man was going to freeze to death. What an idiot. For someone who's quite a talented hunter he didnt have much going on upstairs. A brutal gust of wind, and him shivering even stronger finally made you cave.

“Get in” you demanded as you opened the door to cabin.

He turned around and looked at you for a moment. His face was one of shook and confusion.

“Me?” he asked as he pointed to his bare chest.

“No the bear behind you” he gave a soft sigh before quickly looking into the trees for the perceived threat.

“Of course you! Get in before you freeze your nipples off” you scoffed, focusing you eyes to the beams of your cabin as he accidentally let the pillow slip in his excitement to get inside. Despite being practically attached for the last three days, you would rather not be reminded that he owned a dick and that he had used it, quite impressively, to fuck you silly. You watched as he ran inside and quickly drove for the fireplace, sitting beside it and warming his hands in it's heat. You watched in disgust as he moaned in pleasure as the heat began to warm him. Despite the chill leaking through the still open door, You stood off to the side with a thin nightgown on. Your new abilities meant you were able to withstand the cold much better than you used to. Sighing you retrieved your pillow from outside, flinging it in the general direction of your fire pit before returning inside and shutting the door with a soft thud. The sound left the hunter looking up towards you and the look of awe he gave you made you stop in your tracks. You both stood staring at each other for a few more moments, you a look of confusion and him the literal personification of heart eyes, before you cleared your throat and walked into the kitchen area of the cabin. Trying to get as much distance as possible from him.

“You have five minutes to find your clothes and leave before I chuck you out into the cold again. This time without a pillow” you commanded

“I can’t” he replied, still watching your every move as you grabbed a glass of water.

“Why not?” you growled, the glass in your hand creaking under the pressure of you hand.

“You ripped my clothes. Remember?” he smirked, slowly rising to his feet. “You pushed me on your bed and demanded I give you what you want before ripping them right off me” his stupid smirk was insufferable, and his voice was like sin wrapped up in a ribbon. Heat began to form in your cheeks. The glass placed on the counter before turning around to busy yourself with dishes.

“Not my problem, best you be on you way then. You can lose your fingers for all I care” you sassed scrubbing a stubborn pot intently.

“ but it is your problem. I'm your man”

“You are not my man” you scoffed turning to him with hands on hips. “Your just some guy I took home for some fun”

“I may not be your man now but I will be when you get in the family way” he offered, suddenly realising his nakedness and covering his dick with his hands.

In the family way? What the hell did that mean? You weren't planning in having a family, a husband or children for a while, not until you figured out the strangeness that was you turning into a fucking wolf every full moon.

You watched as his eyes drifted to you stomach. The sudden realization that you don't own condoms (and your pretty sure this man doesn't even know what they look like) and you've had to stop using contraception cause it made you more murderous when a wolf came crushing through your mind.

Oh no.

“No! Absolutely not! I am not going to have you kid!” you shouted throwing you hands up in the air and racing towards him, fully intent on pushing him outside the door.

“Well of course your not pregnant now! The baby won't start growing until you walk around the town twice and once backwards. Don't you city people know anything?” he argued like you would with a five year old.

You were fucking screwed.

“What?” you asked, confusion plain across your face. You had stopped pushing him and instead had your palms flat across his chest.

“That reminds me, do you wanna get married on a Monday or a Friday? Those are the only two days the preacher is open for weddings”

You cried with frustration before throwing yourself on your couch head in your hand. The worst thing about all of this is that you wanted it. You wanted him to stay, you wanted a baby, you wanted to get married on a Friday cause then you would have two whole days off afterwards. What the actual hell was going on? You thought it was just the heat making you like him, that it wasn't you wanting him to be your mate, that you could just chuck him outside and be done with it. But no, instead you were actually entertaining the idea of marrying this silly man.

“You ok pup? Are the hormones already kicking in? My ma did say that sometimes the baby might come without all the walking” he softly voiced, releasing his member from it's hiding place to crouch beside you, placing a hand on your forehead. The man knew about hormones but thought a baby just suddenly appeared in your womb after cardio?

“Get your hand off me before I bite it off” you huffed, only kinda serious. He just laughed and moved it to your cheek instead. His thumb slowly rubbing your cheek as your eyes began to tear up and you pouted, arms crossed as you laid across the couch. You were so stressed you didn't even worry that his hand had been hiding his dick for the last minute.

“I'll be so good to you. I'll hunt the biggest stags, and ill make the crib myself and ill let you kick me out whenever I annoy you, although I still don't know what I did this morning to get kicked out, but that's ok. I guess I'm just trying to say ill be the best mate you could every have.” he rushed out, a pleading look in his eye. “I used that right, right? Mate? You were begging to make you my mate when we were, well you know, when you were ridding me in your car. And then when I had you bent over this couch and when you -”

“Yes! I remember!” you cut him off, heat spreading over your cheeks and down your neck. “And yes, you used it right” you whispered. A different type of warmth filled your chest and left you looking at this feral man in a different way than before.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he stayed. He was a good hunter and butcher. He could cut all your wood for you and maybe even remove the dead tree blocking your view of the lake behind your house. And yes, you knew you could do all that yourself, but it's a bit easier to get a man to do it, that way you could focus on other stuff, like reading, or painting or baking, better things than the hard work this man could do.

Sniffing and wiping the tears away you slowly rose up.

“I guess you could stay for a bit, until the roads are safer to drive, I'll go find you some clothes”

“So we're getting married?” he excitedly asked, a big grin on his face.

“Maybe” you drew out. “Only if when I know for certain you would make a good husband”

He nodded his head with enthusiasm.

“See that dead tree out there, be a dear and remove it for me please? If you do a good job I might let you fuck me again, whichever way you want”

You didn't need to tell him twice.

#drabble #oc hunter #werewolf!reader #werewolf #fem!reader #breeding tw

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