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ramonathinks · 4 months

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who’s your god? — geto suguru (oneshot; no part two)

summary: suguru geto is the reincarnation of a powerful god or so he claims, using his abilities to prey on as many weak minded housewives as he can.

warnings: (18+, minors/ageless/blank blogs will be blocked) mention of church/religion, sex, adultery, cult like themes, sacrilege(?), begging, pet names (good girl, slut), corruption, finger sucking, public sex, people are watching, geto refers to himself as god, spanking, manipulation, race isn’t mentioned but i envision all my y/n’s as black so yeah. yes, repostttt

A-are you sure?” You swallow and gulp, staring at the man in front of you. His dark hooded eyes staring back at you.

“I have no reason to lie to you.” He says in a hushed tone as your husband walks up the stairs. With every painful creek of the staircase you can’t help but to wince. “Your purity… is in danger, has been for a long time… many of those in higher powers have spoke to me, they do want to help you to remain pure… to be in a good standing of course. That’s why I’m here.”

“Is there anything I can do?” With pleading eyes and shaky hands you scoot closer to him. You children deserved a pure mother, one to help them cross over when the time approached. You longed to be reunited with your husband when time was right.

“Why, of course.” He did a sly slimy smile. “We’ll sit some time aside and pray on this together at the temple.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much sir– eh, master geto.” You could see his lip curl at the name change and seen his nails dig into him palms. Pulling out a simple cross necklace from the insides of his black robe, he handed it to you, placing it into the center of your palm and closing your hand to form a fist.

“Keep this. Wear it. Don’t take it off until we next meet. It’s vital for the ritual we’ll have to preform.”

So you did. You wore it everywhere and didn’t take it off. Anything to keep your purity safe. You showed with it on, wore it underneath all your shirts and dresses.

“The gods spoke to me,” A phone call on the early morning after three weeks had passed. “It’s time.” It wasn’t even dawn yet, just a little past 3am and you were drowsy. “Wear something light. Very thin.”

You swallowed and looked over yourself, all of the sudden nervous and self conscious. Your body a bit more full and plum since the birth of two babies, everything thin you owned was tight against your body.

But you slipped into a long sleeved dark old dress you owned, that covered your entire body and hugged your figure.

You couldn’t help but feel so out of place and so weird when you walked into the sacred temple. Masked and cloaked individuals stood still, you could barely tell that they were breathing yet alone alive.

Swallowing, you made your way to the center of the temple, where you knew Geto would be waiting.

He stood with great posture and a small cross between his fingers, pressing his lips against it before rubbing his fingers against it, up and down. Your core tingled and you gripped the sides of your dress, feeling too hot to keep walking. Your knees buckled and your hands clutched at the wall by your side.

“Master Geto, he—lp!” You slipped and fell to the floor, landing with a small oof that left your mouth. A buzzing sensation on your clit and even feeling a rough hand on your folds. Massaging and pulling them apart.

“Just let it over take you. Just be glad, I didn’t do this while your husband was around. I’m being mighty merciful to you, my dear.” His voice is a shiver up your spine and his presence overtakes you, you feel him all over and he hasn’t even walked over to you yet.

“Tell me, my dear…” His voice cures your ails, making every moment more breathable again. “If I told you that the only way to keep your purity intact would be the touch of a god, would you still be willing?” His voice is sly and cocky.

You squeeze your eyes tightly, a light relief of touch making you moan heavily before it’s quickly snatched away. “That was just a taste, a small taste of purity that could welcomed back into your little soul.”

Something stirred up inside of your chest and a heavy weight made you groan, making you painfully uncomfortable and aware of just what you were missing.

“I need it.” You voice hoarse and detached, you weren’t sounding like yourself. “I’d do anything for it—!” You voice faded.

You felt several hands on you all at once but nobody was there. Solar bright hotness scarred your chest while the cross marked itself into your skin, the smell of burnt flesh all around you.

As if hours had passed, Geto finally approached you. Putting your head in his lap. He crouched and whispered in your ear, “I’m going to fuck the purity back into you.” Licking the insides of your ear before biting and sucking on the lobe. “You’ll be clean again.” He promised.

Slipping your dress up and removing your dainty underwear. “Already so soaked. You’re already ready for me.” His finger caressed your lips and he kissed you. His tongue licking throughout your mouth and sucking on every inch of your tongue.

Cloaked and masked individuals circled around you both and you clang into his grasp, shivering.

“They have to watch. They have to be here.” He explained calmly. “They’re praying over us, praying for you and your purity… shall I ask again, if you really want this? Remember the feeling that you felt…” That feeling was all you could think about, his touch and his voice amplifying everything.

He knew you wanted it. Hanging it over your head. Watching you pant and groan, your thighs sticky and your head spinning. “Please… you know I need it.”

“What would you husband think of you now…” he twists his fingers in your mouth, drawing them in and out. “Watching you beg like a little slut for me to fuck you… would he like it?”

You couldn’t bare to answer. “Please just fuck me already…” you pleaded with him, your eyes clouded with lust, his filled with sin and all he could do was drink it up.

The dizziness continued as the people watching stepped closer, you gulped and trembled, feeling like you can’t breathe.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you need to be pure again.” He pulls his robe off quickly and your eyes follow. His body sculpted to perfection, lean and a perfect built. Your eyes trailed down to his cock and you tried not to moan aloud.

Long and girthy with a dark pink tip, standing curved and full at your attention. You swallowed hard.

Leaning over you, he rubs himself between your cool wet gooey folds, lining his cock against your entrance. “Ready?” He murmurs and your eyes look between his then to his cock before you look to the lingering eyes around you.

“Yes. I’m ready.” Your voice strong and steady as your hands grab at his shoulders.

He slipped between your thighs and all of the heat and sweat around your body disappeared when a small moan left your lips. His cock completely splitting you open and his fingers digging into your thighs. Your legs spread wide as his hips thrust forward, hard.

Burying his nose into your neck he does a deep laugh. His hips wild with ever thrust, the splashy wetness from your pussy echoing around the temple. Moans bounce around with each time he plunges in and out of you.

Clenching around him, he groans, pulling himself out before quickly tapping his cock against your wet folds that open wide for him. He feeds your deprived insides his merciful cock with a sinister smile before he says:

“Tell me, who’s your fucking god now? Huh? Who do you belong to? Who is fucking you, hm? Who’s fucking this pussy pure?”

Gripping his shoulders harder and meeting his thrust you finally whisper, “You… you are, master Geto.”

His hips stutter when you tighten up on him, “Oh, so tight… so fucking tight.” He squeezed your thighs and ram inside of you, both of your moans loud. “Gonna fucking cum inside this pretty pussy.” He promises, jerking his hips and fucking deeper inside of your core.

Feeling every twitch from you, he uses two fingers to rub at your needy swollen clit. “Oh you like that? You like when I fuck this flower open?”

He plants kisses up and down your throat. “Please just…” you lock your legs around his waist, tightly. Wetness sliding down your thighs.

He shutters and sighs, rocking his hips and thrusting harder inside. His eyes intense as they glare down at you. “Such a good girl,” He says, his voice guff and his cock throbbing hard.

Your nails dig into his skin and your pussy squirts as he works his way in and out of you.“Take it.” He tip kissing your womb ever so gently before he’s pounding inside again, watching your thighs jiggle with every moment.

“Take my cum.” He growls, stilling over you. His body shakes and so goes yours, once his cum is planted inside of you, your body feels cool again.

Panting, you look into his dark eyes. “Am I pure?” Your eyes shining with hope and pleasure.

“Far from it.” He says and your face falls. “Turn around.”

Embarrassed and confused, you turn on your stomach.

You feel his rough hands touching on your ass and squeezing the plushness of it before he does the unexpected. A loud slap rings throughout the temple and you grown in pain. “Count.” He does another one to the opposite cheek.

“O-one…” Your soaked folds growing even wetness. “Two…”

Rubbing his cock between your ass he does another slap. “Three—!”

“I’m going to have my way with you for the rest of the day… until you physically can’t anymore.” He says with a deep chuckle. “Ready?”

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foxyanon · 2 months

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Worship

SURPRISE SHAWTY! This little idea took root and I had to get it out. Didn’t think I’d write for Masema, but here we are. I typed this up in my phone and half assed reread it. It’s officially 3am where I am and now, I can rest.

Summary: How far would you go for your obsession?

Pairing: Masema Dagar X Rhaenerys Targaryen

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Word Count: 3230

TW: mentions of death, blood, murder, slightly manipulative Rhaenerys (she’s Maegor’s daughter, that’s all the warning you are getting), no beta, we die like Maegor

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Wheel of Time or A Song of Ice and Fire nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers made by @arcielee 💙

He didn’t know what happened for him to land here. One minute he was fighting Seanchan soldiers at Falme, the next a portal opened around him and everyone within a 20 foot radius while Rand was busy fighting Ishmael. He vaguely recalls being pulled through the swirling vortex before landing harshly in a grass field, the salty smell of sea air filling his nostrils. While he worked to regain his bearings, he noticed multiple Seanchan soldiers fell through with him, alongside his own comrades. There was a pause between everyone involved before they started fighting again. He brought his blade up just in time to block an attack before the sound of thunder rolled across the field. He would’ve ignored it, if it hadn’t been followed by a deafening screeching roar. He looked up just in time to see a large black and purple dragon fly overhead, circling the field for a place to land.

Just as the beast landed roughly, shaking the ground and throwing several people off balance, Masema caught sight of something that would be burned in his mind for the rest of his days. There, in the saddle of this magnificent creature, was a woman. She hopped down out of the saddle, her very presence commanding the attention of the battling warriors. She unsheathed her own sword, the blade looking as though it were made for her and her alone.

“I command you to lay down your weapons or face your end by dragonfire!” Her voice rang out, clear and commanding, as she approached those assembled.

A few dropped their weapons, but Masema laid his sword down and dropped to his knees, some powerful feeling within him telling him to obey her. The closer she got, the more he could make out her unique features and he was taken by her beauty. Her long silver-white hair was pulled back into elaborate battle braids and her eyes…Creator help him, her eyes were the prettiest shade of purple he’d ever seen. She looked out over the soldiers assembled and snarled, the dragon perched behind her roaring loudly, a reminder to do as she said or else. Everyone suddenly dropped their swords and threw their hands up, probably hoping for mercy. The mysterious woman sauntered through the crowd, the blade in her hand glinting dangerously in the light of the midday sun. When she stopped in front of Masema, his heart nearly stopped. She placed the flat of her blade under his chin, tilting his head up and staring into his eyes with an intensity he became addicted to instantly.

“You were the first to kneel in my presence, so I shall speak with you and you alone. Who are you and where have you come from?” Her voice softened, but was no less as commanding as before and he was hooked.

He answered her without hesitation, telling her who they were and briefly explaining the strange situation. She tilted her head to the side, an enchanting smile gracing her lips as she pulled the blade away from his neck.

“A pleasure to meet you, Masema.” The way she said his name caused his mouth to run dry and his heart to race. “My name is Rhaenerys Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne.”

He bowed his head in submission, feeling an intense feeling of obeisance spreading through him. When he looked back up at her, she had sheathed her blade and gestured for him to stand. He did so willingly, following behind her as she separated the Shienaran forces from the Seanchan. The threat of her dragon kept everyone in line, none daring to challenge the Princess. Once everyone had been separated, she faced the Seanchan men and gave them a sadistic grin.

“My new friend here has told me you are the enemy, so I shall treat you as such. Make peace with your deity, you shall meet them shortly,” she said in plainly, staring at the scared faces of the Seanchan soldiers.

Dracarys.

With just one word she had uttered and the soldiers Masema had been fighting were engulfed in flames as her dragon responded to her decree. He looked back at the Princess and swore right then and there that he was in the presence of a goddess amongst mortal kind and he would serve her faithfully until the end of his days.

Several months had passed since his arrival on what he learned was the island of Dragonstone, the primary home of his beloved princess. He and the rest of his companions had been added to her household guard, and while some had wished to return to their world, he and many others wished to stay. He worked tirelessly to prove himself loyal and faithful to her, acting on her orders without a thought. Anyone he came in contact with, he spoke nothing but praises of her and her deeds, feeling proud to be of service to one so divine. He was naturally a charismatic man, so it took no time at all for him to secure a steady following that joyfully supported Rhaenerys’s claim to the throne.

He had met her father and mother, King Maegor and Queen Elvira, as well as her grandmother, Dowager Queen Visenya. While his loyalties were with Rhaenerys first and foremost, he would do as they commanded since she regarded them highly. He had heard the rumors of the King's cruelty, but he never believed them. In his mind, those who were dealt with harshly often deserved it and he had no qualms doing the dirty work of taking care of the problem. It didn’t take long for him to move up in the ranks, quickly becoming House Targaryens most loyal servant and deadliest warrior. He prided himself on his skills, feeling beyond grateful for the recognition he was shown, especially when his Princess praised him for his deeds. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to see that radiant smile on her face, even if she asked him to eliminate a threat to her future reign. To him, nothing was too great an ask that he wouldn’t do willingly and with a smile on his face.

His hands may have brought about the death of lords and commoners alike, anyone who wouldn’t support her claim for whatever reason, but he didn’t care. Their blood may have been on his hands, but his actions kept hers clean and pure, just as she was meant to be. It was his duty, no his honor, to carry out her orders. Wherever she went, he was sure to follow like her shadow. Whenever she held court at Dragonstone, he was there at the foot of the dais. She was the judge and jury, he was her executioner. Some of his fellow Shienarans tried talking to him, saying he was acting like a fanatic about her and that she was just as cruel as her father. He snapped back that they didn’t understand, that this was what he was meant to do and that she was a perfect princess, that they couldn’t possibly understand what that meant and how dare they speak such treason about the woman who saved them.

That night he reported what they had said to Rhaenerys, on his knees at her feet as she sat in her rooms. He felt like a failure, his own people betraying the woman who gave his life meaning. After he spoke, he couldn’t look her in the eye for fear of seeing anger in her mesmerizing eyes.

Instead, he felt her soft fingers against his chin, gently tilting his head up as she gave him a soft smile. Her thumb gently brushed across his lower lip, his breath catching as she leaned forward and whispered softly.

“You have not failed me, Masema. They have simply lost their way. Speak with them, lead them back to the path of righteousness and let them see the error of their ways. If they refuse, you know what must be done,” her soothing voice squashed his doubts and he nodded vigorously.

“As you wish, Princess,” he responded breathlessly, quickly standing and bowing deeply before leaving to speak some sense into his friends.

When dawn came, several had changed their minds. Masema was very convincing, but not enough to convince all of them. Those who refused to follow Rhaenerys met their demise by his hand. He delivered their heads to her, laying them at her feet as she broke her fast. His hands and face were still covered in blood, leaving imprints on the floor as he bowed deeply before her, his forehead and palms pressed against the cold stone.

“You have served me well, Masema, removing potential weak links from my guard. Now, I must ask another favor of you,” Rhaenerys spoke in her usual enchanting voice, impressed by his devotion to her. The sight of the decapitated heads and blood bothered her none, her gaze trained on Masema.

Masema looked up at her with barely contained enthusiasm, eager to please her again and hear praises for his deeds fall from her soft lips. “I am yours to command, Princess.”

“The time for me to marry has come. I need you to spy on the potential suitors as they come to Dragonstone. Learn everything about them and report back to me with the one you think would best serve me as consort,” she told him, reaching out and gently cupping his bloodstained cheek. Masema leaned into her touch, her exotic scent invading his senses and reaffirming his devotion to her. “You have proven to be the most loyal and faithful to me and my House. Only you can do this task for me, Masema.”

His heart swelled with adoration and pride, the knowledge that she trusted him above all others making him feel lightheaded. He kissed the back of her hand, swearing to fulfill her wishes before leaving her chambers.

None of them. Absolutely none of those weak willed, pompous fools are worthy of being in her presence, let alone marrying her. The Lannister boy was too self centered and focused on his own House, rather than expanding the greatness that is the House of the Dragon. He had no real qualms about the Stark lordling, but the stoic Northerner wasn’t interested in the affairs of the Iron Throne and that just won’t do for his princess. The Baratheon brat might’ve been a contender, but his wandering eyes and hands knocked him off the list. Princess Rhaenerys deserved someone who would be devoted to her and only her, someone who wanted to ensure the survival of House Targaryen above all else. Someone like him.

As he stood there reporting his findings to Rhaenerys in the chamber of the painted table, he felt rage at the lack of options for his sweet princess. She walked slowly around the lit map table, her grandmother sitting at the head of the table as the women listened to his report.

“None of them are suitable for potential consorts, Princess. They are either more concerned with their own Houses legacies or they care more about their own personal interests than yours. They are barely fit to lead their own Houses, let alone have the privilege of being your consort,” he ground out, his anger boiling over before he remembered where he was. Masema cleared his throat and looked at the ground, embarrassed by his outburst. “Forgive me, I should not have let my emotions get the better of me. I will do better in the future.”

“No need, Masema. Your honesty is refreshing and much appreciated on this matter. Knowing you care so much about the future of this House is a good quality, one that should be rewarded,” the Dowager Queen spoke, her voice wizened but still just as assertive. “There will be more that arrive in the coming weeks. Continue your work, there is bound to be someone amongst the nobility that will suit our needs.”

Masema bowed deeply, casting a quick glance to Princess Rhaenerys before departing the chamber and slipping into the shadows again. He was thrilled to serve at her leisure, but he felt a bit of envy towards the man she might marry. None of them deserved her, she was far too heavenly for the likes of those fools. She needed someone who would worship her as he did, but none came even close.

Many weeks went by and all hell broke loose. During another suitor's visit, Queen Visenya passed away in her sleep. Rhaenerys was heartbroken, her cries burned into Masema’s mind as she sobbed in his arms, not allowing anyone else near her when she was so vulnerable. Not even a fortnight later, during a visit to King's Landing, was Maegor impaled on the Iron Throne by his consort, Elinor Costayne, in front of numerous witnesses that included Rhaenerys and Masema. That very same day, Prince Jaehaerys returned to the Red Keep and attempted to usurp Rhaenerys of her birthright. The massacre that happened after would be written about as a dark day for Westeros. Many had flocked to Jaehaerys and supported his claim, but more had followed Princess Rhaenerys thanks to the silver tongue of Masema and the months of traveling he had done in his early days, garnering the support of the smallfolk and even many of the smaller Houses.

At the end of the slaughter of King’s Landing, Rhaenerys stood in the throne room and was crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. The army of Jaehaerys met with the millions of small folk who supported the rightful heir and the outcome was brutal on both sides. Thousands lay dead, burned or maimed in the streets from both sides. Her kin that supported Jaehaerys were executed by Masema, because he refused to have her named kinslayer. Only the twins, Aerea and Rhaella, and her cousins, Alysanne and Rhaena, submitted to her rule outside the new Dowager Queen Elvira, Rhaenerys’s own mother. Despite Alysanne having been Jaehaerys’s wife, even she knew that what he did was wrong. Queen Elinor was executed for the murder of the king and since three of Maegor’s wives were already dead, the remaining bent the knee and were allowed to live out their days as well cared for widows at Dragonstone, under the watchful eye of Elvira. The dragons of the deceased riders were secured in the Dragonpit, to be cared for by the keepers until new riders had come of age.

Despite the chaos, the coronation was life changing for Masema. He always believed that Rhaenerys was beautiful, but she was truly stunning when he saw her sitting the throne for the first time. She wore the crown of her father and grandfather, Dark Sister shining brightly in her hand amid the dull blades that made up the Iron Throne. After that day, the number of men vying for her attention and hand increased exponentially. If he thought the prospects were sorry before, he was truly disappointed by them now.

He knelt at the foot of the Iron Throne, staring up at her as he reported on another batch of suitors, these ones worse than the last. She gave him a little smile when he finished and stood up, speaking in a captivating voice as he looked down at the floor.

“All these men, they are not suitable for me?” She asked as she took a few steps down the stairs of the throne.

“No, my Queen.”

“They will not further the glory of House Targaryen?” Another few steps down.

“No, my Queen.”

“They would not be loyal to me and only me?” The last few steps and she was standing in front of Masema.

“No, my Queen.”

“They would not love me the way you love me?” She walked around him, her fingers dancing across his shoulders and causing him to lean back into her touch.

“No, my Queen.”

“Perhaps I have had you looking for my husband in the wrong place,” she said musingly, stopping in front of her right hand man and placing her fingers under his chin. “Perhaps, my consort is right here, looking so pretty on his knees for me.”

Masema inhaled sharply, looking up at Rhaenerys with confusion and maybe a little excitement in his mismatched eyes. “I-my Queen…”

She chuckled darkly at his stuttering, tracing his lips with the tip of her finger. “Hush, Masema. I see it so clearly now. Those noblemen were never going to be suitable because they weren’t you. Only you can do this for me. I need you, Masema. I must have heirs and I trust only you to fulfill my needs,” her voice lured him in like a siren and he found himself instinctively leaning forward towards her before he caught himself.

“My Queen, I am not worthy of such an honor. I am a sinner, my hands stained with the blood of your enemies. I would not forgive myself if I tainted you with my touch,” he whispered, feeling her fingers thread through his hair as she softly scratched his scalp.

“Then find redemption with me. You, my devotee, shall be absolved of your wrongdoings by giving me what I want and need. Let my touch cleanse you, my sweet Masema,” she whispered in that enchanting tone of hers and he knew he would do anything she asked of him.

He hesitated only for a second before agreeing to her proposal, kissing the inside of her wrist as he was consumed with euphoria at the idea of serving his Dragon Queen in a more intimate manner.

They flew to Dragonstone that afternoon on the back of her dragon, Abraxsas, and were married in the traditions of House Targaryen as the sun set, with her family their only witnesses. Their first kiss was one Masema will remember vividly, the taste of her blood on his tongue the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. He vaguely remembered the small wedding feast but he definitely remembered the wedding night.

He remembered the way she looked like a goddess both in her dress and out of it. He remembered the way he kissed every inch of her perfect body, taking his time memorizing her sensitive spots and paying special attention to them. He certainly remembered tasting her essence for the first time, thinking how this was where he was meant to be and that he could spend the rest of his life praying at her altar like this. The sounds she made as she cried out his name when she finished on his tongue and the way her skin felt against his when they finally became one are forever embedded within his memories.

Once they were both spent and satisfied, she had fallen asleep amidst the silk bedding as a gentle breeze blew in from the sea, the moonlight shining through the large arches and casting a pale light on her unconscious form. He had taken care to make sure she was cleaned up from their intimacy before crawling back into bed beside her. He gazed at her adoringly, feeling appreciative for having been transported to a world where such divinity was within his grasp. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, feeling cleansed of the sins he committed in her name and having found a new way to worship his beloved Rhaenerys.

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#masema dagar #masema #Masema x OC #wheel of time #a song of ice and fire

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heliianth · 9 months

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longest thing ive written in forever & despite it being unedited and also like 3AM im proud of it so im posting it without a readmore........ be niceys to me

The grass crunched. A cool shade fell over his back, he could feel the presence there. Shadow only hugged his knees tighter.

Sonic sat down, of course it was him. His feet kicked against the cliff face, small rocks bounced away and into the swirling sea. The setting sun lit up his face and turned his eyes golden. He paid Shadow no mind, staring out onto the horizon with an unfamiliar expression.

“What do you want?“ Shadow's voice came hoarse in his throat.

Sonic only glanced his way. ”To sit with you for a bit. That okay?”

“Do as you wish.”

“Alright.”

The waves churned beneath them, the radiant and otherworldly hum of Angel Island an ambient backdrop. The dusk light embraced the water gently, orange glow wavering, before slowly creeping beyond and leaving the world with blackness. Already the nighttime was cold. A light breeze bit into Shadow's skin. It split him open, peeled something off and carried it out of reach. Small layers of protection shed with the slightest nudge. He had company. What was wrong with him?

He found himself counting, five in through his nose and five out through his mouth. But the air was so thick despite the altitude, he felt his nose and esophagus clogging.

“Shadow,” Sonic's voice cut through it all like a hot knife. He shifted and it drew Shadow's head up. “I've never told anyone this, okay? Not even Tails. So promise you won't snitch.”

Sonic held up a gloveless paw, head still turned away and pinkie outstretched. Shadow frowned. The fur on his palms was darker, almost cream, compared to the peach on the rest of his arms. His pads were darker than that, a brown that looked black in the low lighting.

Shadow looked down at his own bare paws where they clenched the fur on his legs. Slowly, he pried one of them away and linked a red pinkie with Sonic's.

Sonic hid his profile. Cold air separated them again. But after a few seconds, he shrugged to himself, and admitted, “I know who my parents are.”

The breeze picked up, adopting a slight howl.

“I've had lots of people come to me and tell me they're my parents.“ Sonic laughed, but it came out heavy. Bitter in a way he'd never heard, almost alien coming from the blue hedgehog's mouth. ”Comes with being famously orphaned, y’know? Whatever.“

Shadow stayed silent.

“She emailed me, with the, um,” he waved a paw around, “the public address Tails set up. For fans. He assumed it was like the other times: someone making something up for attention. So I ignored it.“

His brows furrowed, eyes tracking Sonic's arm as it lowered so he could tear up a handful of grass and toss it over the cliff. It fluttered away in the wind. He could feel its fingers, its breath, climb between his teeth; ”How'd you figure out she wasn't lying?“

”It was mostly a gut feeling.” Another shrug. “There were also pictures. She asked if I wanted to meet up. Promised she wouldn't go public with it either way, told me she just wanted to see if I was doing alright and... apologize in person.”

“Did you go?” Shadow felt his body lean forward, eagerly listening despite himself.

A second clump of grass went into the sky. “Nah.”

Something molten welled up inside of him. He couldn't keep the venom off his tongue when he snapped, “Why not? She clearly loved you if she reached out.”

”I don't remember a lot of my life, before Eggman. Maybe she loved me.“ Their eyes finally met. ”But that didn't matter to her then. It wasn't enough.“

Shadow tore his gaze away, back onto the water. His paw, the one he'd used to linked pinkies, dug into the dirt. His talons gouged a chunk out. ”You don't forgive her.“

Sonic went quiet for a moment. “The way I see it what's done is done, yeah? I'm over it.”

Shadow could tell Sonic was trying to regain eye contact, felt his paw meet his shoulder like a gunshot. He flinched away, vision blurring. Sonic didn't chase it.

“I'm just telling you... you're not alone, Shadow.”

Shadow squeezed the muddy clod of earth in his fist so hard he could feel it ooze. His breaths came quick and sharp, he wanted to do something. Turn and scream at Sonic for doing this to him. He'd rejected his responsibility, the one Shadow gave him, Shadow's whole life, like it was an unsavoury article of clothing. And then he sat down and talked to him like he could understand. What could he know about loneliness? Adored by humanity, revered as a hero. Successful in all the ways Shadow would not be, even as the Ultimate Lifeform.

He wanted to kill him. The yearning was horribly safe, it buzzed in his head like a heater.

Instead, he curled up into a pathetic ball. And this time, when the nighttime wind blew in from a new direction, Sonic shielded him from the chill.

#no context sorry. technically a scene that comes very late in a yet to be fully planned fic #just know its a no post-sa2 amnesia au #usually i dont like stuff that does super in depth into sonics backstory or whatever but i thought up this idea and found it compelling #do whatever with it #sonadow #is this sonadow? im tagging it. whatever #heliiart #sth

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hanahaki-ghost · 2 months

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Meeting chrome:

Based on the drawing I did

Everyone knows I don’t write much but sudden inspiration at like 3am to write so yeah here ya go.

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Two figures ran out of a door, the smaller being carried as they ran from the door into a field of flowers. There was a random playground off to their left and a bright blue sky above their head. A few odd structures around them.

As they got out into the field the man slammed the door behind them. The man was in rough shape in vest having a few tears yellow dripping from his screen quickly. As they got out into the safety of the field he fell to his knees setting the child in his arms down, he then used his arms to brace himself as he fell forward a bit from exhaustion. He eventually just collapsed into the grass and turned onto his back as the white haired child ran over to him and kneeled next to him.

“RGB what’s wrong?!” She said worriedly for her guide.

“I’ll Be…a-aL-alRigHt HerO” RGB said to the girl names Hero. “J-j-JusT n-e-E-ee-Eed a bit of a b-bre-BreAk”

“Maybe that bottle will help, the one you used when I got hurt and couldn’t sleep” she said digging around in the man’s vest for another one of those vials. She was worried just wanting to get him back on his feet.

“Hero p-pl-pLeAse, I’ll be fine j-JuSt give me a mo-mO-Mo-moMeNt” He tried to stop her little hands but she reached the vial before he could stop her and she uncapped it. Though as he reached to stop her he accidentally knocked it from her hand and as it spilled out in the grass some getting in his vents.

He sputtered and struggled to move away from the contents in the vial as hero grabbed the vial to get it away but it was too late. RGB felt himself become light headed looking to hero before his screen switched off body going limp.

Hero panicked seeing this as she started shaking him trying to get him to wake up. “RGB? Please this isn’t funny get up” she pleaded shaking him. She moved to his tv head and started flicking the switches which did nothing before going to press the black button.

When she did she watched as he twitched and she hoped that had worked, though she stumbled to her feet as the tv headed man suddenly sprung up, doing a bit of a spin. A second pair of arms appeared on his torso as his screen flickered on though she was surprised by the eye and mouth the greeted her on the screen.

Her guide landed on their feet they looked down at her, their test bars quirking into a smile their eye looking happy. “Why hello there little darling, you don’t quite look like you belong here” he said crouching to her height looking at her one pair of arms bracing himself on the ground, one hand on his chin and the free hand snapped and caught his cane as it came to him. His voice was a little different it was more upbeat though also had a bit more of a robotic filter over it than before, though he still kept his accent.

“Why don’t you tell me what your name is.” He said twirling her a bit making her giggle as he stood back up bottom set of arms resting on his hips as he leaned on his cane.

“You don’t remember my name? I’m hero remember RGB?” She asked confused by her guides sudden change in behavior but was also amused by how silly he was being.

“Hero? Hm, well you do look like a hero my dear. I also feel I’ve heard that name before” he tapped his ‘chin’ with his free hand before shrugging. “I’m sure it will come to me and, my names not RGB” he said wiggling a finger on the hand that was just tapping his ‘chin’ before he out stretched his right arms and his left hands rested on his chest as he bowed.

“My names is Multichrome, but you came simply call me Chrome” he said standing up and then looking around at their surrounding, “well this is quite a peaceful area don’t you think? It feels like a I just ran a marathon” he said exaggerating his words by bumping his knees together and putting a hand to his head like he was feeling over heated or tired. “Why don’t we sir for a while and rest and then find you an exit” he said booping her nose making her giggle as she nods and he offered her his hand from one of his lower set of arms and they went to a lovely patch of flowers and sat and talked. How long? They didn’t know as it seemed to stay bright forever in that area though the two had eventually fallen asleep, Chrome was laying on his back two of his arms behind his head the other two resting on his stomach. While hero had used the new version of her guide she mets chest as a pillow.

Hero guessed when she woke she would be laying on RGB not Chrome, though she did hope to meet the wacky TV headed man again someday, she did want to leave the strange world yet, she wanted to help RGB save it. For now though she dreamed sweet dreams with the Tv headed man’s vest over her like a blanket. listening to the quite static hum from the tv man’s chest.

#tpoh #tpoh au #the property of hate #tpoh hero #rgb tpoh #liminal space au multichrome #liminal space au

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crinkled-emotions · 8 months

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Maverick, Rooster and an ER Visit

Sitting in the emergency room with Rooster leaning against him was not on Maverick’s bingo card. To be fair, he didn’t exactly have a bingo card. It was something Amelia said that Bradley seemed to understand-

“Mav.” Maverick glanced at his godson, brows knitting as he rubbed his back. Rooster swore under his breath, dropped his arms to lean against his knees so he could put his head in his hands. Initially he’d told Maverick he was having shoulder pain, and that was normal for Rooster, but it had become back pain and even Payback trying to put his back into place didn’t work. When Maverick had woken at 3am to Rooster sitting awkwardly on the couch in the living room, Top Gear playing on the TV whilst he mindlessly scrolled on his phone, he knew it was bad. Rooster wouldn’t say it at the time, but it was bad. “You okay?” Maverick asked quietly. Rooster shook his head. “Made a mistake; we should go. I can talk to the base doctor later in the morning. C’mon, I can just alternate Tylenol and Advil for another couple hours.” Maverick reached up, brushing through the curls at the base of Rooster’s neck. “Sorry, no can do. I’ve never seen you in this much pain, kid, it’s making me a little nervous.” “Had kidney stones the first year I met Fanboy and Payback; ended up with them in the ER and a next of kin I told them not to call.” Maverick winced, keeping his hand on Rooster’s back whilst his other subtly tried to double check he didn’t have a fever. There was nothing subtle about it; hand to forehead, hand to his shoulders, and then his lower back to triple check. It was something Carole had taught him when they’d gone through the transition period of picking up every bug that went through Bradley’s school and it had been one that had stuck with him for years. “Take some deep breaths, can you show me where the pain is?” “Right now it’s in my lower back, but it was in my ass earlier.” He turned to Maverick, face drawn with the movement. “Don’t ask.” “Trust me, I won’t.” A little longer pause for silence.

Despite the pain Rooster was clearly in and the fact he was sleep deprived, he was doing well for being in the same hospital Carole had died in. It’d had renovations, maybe that was helping his anxiety or he’d grown out of it- “Mav- you listening?”

Maverick’s attention snapped back to reality.

“I was just thinking about the last time I brought you in here.”

“Mav,” Rooster blurted, sounding mildly confused, “I don’t want to relive that-“

“-no, no, before your mom got sick. You broke your arm at a baseball game, your mom was working and I’d promised to be there but I was half an hour late. Ice and the guys were in the stands and they were telling me all about this home run your team had just made. Anyway, so right as I sit down, I hear a crack and then you just started yelling. Kid, you were thirteen, you were always yelling so at first I thought nothing of it.”

Rooster snorted.

“Yeah, I remember. Slider had to carry me off the field and I remember you appeared outta nowhere... sorry about that shirt, by the way, I don’t think I ever apologised for that.”

Maverick’s eyes fell to the floor.

“Kid, a little puke and blood was the least of my worries. We brought you in here and you’re still yelling your head off, so I told the guys to talk to the nurses about getting through faster and I sat with you, in this same waiting room, talking about horses of all things.”

Rooster’s brows furrowed, but now he was distracted so it wasn’t pain.

“Wait. I don’t remember horse talk.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m not entirely sure why; I think it was mostly just to get you to shut up for a couple seconds. Hearing you screaming in pain is something I hoped I’d never have to hear again.”

Rooster grunted, doubling over again and Maverick sighed.

“But that would have been too easy. Alright, just breathe, easy...”

It took another hour before they were finally called through. Because the doctors wanted to get an idea of where the pain was, they’d asked the nurses not to give Rooster any pain relief before they had a look at him so by the time they went through he was in agony. Watching him try to find a comfortable position to lie on the exam bed that wouldn’t trigger a spasm made Maverick’s own back hurt; that could have been from his multiple ejections no one thought he’d survive, though. When the doctor finally came into the room he looked up from Rooster’s chart and an eyebrow raised.

“It’s never good when I see a man wearing dog tags in visible pain. How can I help?”

Rooster began to explain the last three days; from twinging something in his side playing basketball with the rest of the Daggers of all things, to mild discomfort in his shoulder followed by intense pain in his back which had kept him from sleeping earlier that day... night. Whatever. The doctor hummed, scribbling notes from time to time, before reaching for hand sanitiser.

“Alright, Bradley, why don’t you roll on to your side for me and try to pull your knee to your chest...”

Maverick’s eyebrows shot up.

“Okay, uh, I’m- I’m just- I’ll wait outside.”

He was out the door before Rooster could reassure him and the doctor looked between the two, apparently confused.

“Father?”

“Kind of. It’s a long story. Uh, so what are you thinking?”

The doctor worked down Rooster’s back, starting at his shoulders and then making careful movements down to his lower back where it had been the most painful. To the touch he was fine, but any kind of movements triggered a spasm.

“Well, initially I had a feeling it was kidney stones. Considering the nurses didn’t mention a fever and you’re not displaying any of the other symptoms I’d say it’s safe to rule that out. I can’t feel anything off with your back but what I’d like to do is get an x-ray and an ultrasound just to make sure it’s only a pulled muscle.”

“Man, I’m never going to live it down if it’s just a pulled muscle.”

The doctor chuckled to himself.

“I get that. Wait here, we’ll get someone in to see you shortly. I’ll tell your...”

“Mav, it’s fine, I got to keep my shorts on and everything.”

“That solves that. I’ll also get the pharmacy to drop off some Tylenol for now just to curb the pain a little.”

The doctor was visibly amused when Rooster called out of the open door, shaking his head as he gathered his paperwork and made a quiet exit. Maverick appeared at the door, hesitantly poking his head into the room.

“Oh, good. Hey, are you hungry yet?”

Rooster lifted his head from the pillow, frowning at Maverick.

“Do I look hungry to you?”

“You look pale, Roos.”

“I’m in pain.”

Maverick pulled the seat in the room over to the exam bed, squeezing his godson’s arm.

“Won’t be long; we’ll get to the bottom of it.”

“You didn’t get to finish your story earlier,” Rooster murmured. Apparently the Tylenol was starting to work as he stretched out, yawning.

“You know, honestly, I don’t remember what happened after I started the horse talk. I think you threw up on me again and then passed out in pain.”

Maverick checked the time on his phone again, about to start talking when he realised Bradley was dozing and promptly shut his mouth.

“Thanks for your patience; I’ve just been speaking with the team and we’ve come up with a diagnosis. Bradley, you said you twinged your back playing basketball, correct?”

“Uh... yeah?”

Bradley sat up on the exam bed, grimacing at the sharp warning shots of pain radiating through his spine.

“Well, turns out you have a slipped disc in your back. It can also be called a herniated disc. If you look at this...”

The doctor produced an MRI, holding the tablet out to show Rooster and Maverick.

“It’s definitely there. Did you notice any back pain before the game?”

Rooster’s brows furrowed. Maverick was quiet for a moment, then leaned to get Rooster’s attention.

“You had that hard landing last week, remember? No major injuries.”

The doctor added that to his notes.

“Playing basketball for someone with your fitness level isn’t something that would cause a herniated disc, but an abrupt movement like a hard landing has the potential to.”

“So I’m going in for surgery?” Rooster asked, mildly irritated. Maverick knew it was mostly at himself and nudged his hand. The doctor shook his head.

“It’s an easier recovery than you might think; PT, and pain management until you feel ready. Uh, no flying though, not for the first six weeks.”

“Damn,” Maverick muttered while Rooster swore under his breath. The doctor cleared his throat, prepared to make an exit.

“We’re going to get you discharged with pain medication, and then we can see about getting you set up with a PT-“

“-I have one, thanks, I’ll go see them about it.”

“Other than that, regular movement which seems to surprise everyone. Walking, to start, but I have no doubt you’ll be back up and running before you know it.”

Maverick couldn’t keep the grin off his face, his heart finally starting to beat in a regular rhythm.

“I’m just glad it wasn’t something more serious. Thanks, doc, we really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Good luck, Bradley.”

“Roos, the doctor said walking, not preparing for an eight mile run.”

Rooster glanced up from where he’d been stretching on a bench, surprised to find Phoenix standing in front of him.

“Maverick send you?” He asked. She snorted.

“I could sense your dumbass behaviour from home. C’mon; let’s get coffee and walk.”

Usually now was about the time Rooster would have one of his famous... temper tantrums, but this time he followed Phoenix without complaint. They managed to get coffee to go from a café on the beach and then found a relatively quiet walking track.

“Seriously; did Mav put you up to this?”

Phoenix glanced at her best friend, rolling her eyes as she nudged his side.

“So what if he did? You’re my best friend, you can’t fly and I have no doubt it’s driving you crazy. I’m not letting you push yourself to come back early and hurting yourself further.”

“Tash, I wouldn’t-“

A look.

“If anything I’d wait even longer-“

A very knowing look.

“Fine. Whatever. Thanks for looking out for me.”

“You do it well enough on your own; I’m just making sure I still have my wingman.”

Rooster paused their walk to give Phoenix a hug.

“Besides; god knows I don’t really want to fly with Hangman.”

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #TGM #Bradley Bradshaw #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Rooster #Callsign: Rooster #hurt/comfort #Pete Mitchell #Pete Maverick Mitchell #Maverick #Callsign: Maverick

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masterwords · 1 year

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Could you do a little hurt/comfort where Hotch and Morgan are sharing a room and Hotch has a nightmare?

I love your writing so much 😊

Hey! Thank you for the request, yes yes I can! I kind of went a different direction than I normally take the nightmare scenario, I hope you don't mind. Also, thank you so much for saying such sweet things!

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: nightmares, nudity, swearing, mention of Lo-Fi/Mayhem canon

** take a sad song and make it better **

“It is 3am, what in the hell are you doing up?”

Derek was standing in the bathroom doorway peering into the darkened room, lit by nothing more than one light bulb above the mirror. The eerie light filtered the room in a sickly yellow haze that made Derek feel more than a little on edge. Hotch had unscrewed the others enough that they didn't turn on, and there he sat in the steaming bath tub all long limbs poking out at odd angles, one arm thrown over his eyes. He wasn't exactly startled when Derek entered, but he was roused from whatever liminal space he'd been inhabiting for the last hour. Derek attributed much of that to the fact that his hearing hadn't really fully recovered from the blast, no matter how many times he insisted that it had.

“Am I up?” he asked, a little cheeky, from behind the veil of his arm and the partially drawn shower curtain. “You sure about that? Maybe you're dreaming...”

Derek wasn't amused. “Don't try to tell me you had another epiphany about the case that you miraculously can't remember now that I'm asking...I'm not falling for that one again. It's nightmares, isn't it? Come on, just spill it.”

“Go back to bed.”

That wasn't what Derek wanted to hear, not even close. He set one bare foot into the bathroom, the tile floor sticky with condensation against his skin. And then another, and another, until he'd covered the distance and was standing over Hotch's naked form soaking in the too hot water. Even in the dark he could see the way his skin turned red where the water sat, lapped against his thighs at the most minuscule of movements. “Please tell me what's going on. It's been three nights now. Are you sick? Are you having nightmares?”

Hotch finally came out from behind his arm, briefly, and Derek could see exactly how exhausted he was. How close to sleep he was, and yet how very very far. The scent of lavender permeated all of his senses, it was strong and astringent, abrasively floral. It almost made his eyes water.

“What difference does it make?”

Derek's mouth fell open, like he was going to answer, and then it snapped closed again. He frowned. “I dunno. Maybe I can help?”

“Unless you can open up my skull and re-wire my brain, I don't think you can. But you can go back to bed.” Hotch's voice was almost deadpan, quiet, calm. Hardly any rise or fall in inflection, just carefully calculated words.

Instead of going back to bed, Derek dropped to the floor, crossing his legs beneath him and leaning his forearms against the slick edge of the tub. “Not gonna happen. At least tell me what the dreams are about?”

Hotch sighed and let himself sink further into the water, his knees raising and water sloshing around in the tub. The floral tide washed over his stomach, coming to rest against his chin so neatly tucked into his chest. He wanted to go all the way under. Drown out the thoughts, the inescapable anxiety they brought with, even drown out how much Derek cared. Right now all he craved was that quiet, dark void. The nothing.

He was glad this hotel had a nice deep tub, there had been plenty of times he'd found himself mostly exposed no matter how much water he ran and that was frustrating. Cold and hot, uncomfortable when all he wanted was to feel that strange weightlessness in his hips as he released the tension of the dreams keeping him up. “It isn't even that bad, Derek. I just can't sleep.”

“Tell me.”

With another sigh, this time longer and more drawn out, Hotch closed his eyes. There would be no peace until he shared, in detail, he knew that. “We're going to the park, usually right after Haley drops Jack off. You have Clooney on his leash and Jack is begging to run to the corner, but I have his hand. Everything is good, and then the Jeffersons come out of their house. The kids run to the car and slam against it, like they'd been racing. You know how they do that? And Mr. Jefferson stops to check that the front door is locked, he jiggles the handle and presses against it and I'm just watching while Jack tugs my arm and Clooney tugs yours. Then Mrs. Jefferson waves at me as she holds out the car keys and hits the unlock button. And...” he paused, his breath hitching in his throat. The tinny whining in his ear began, as if on cue, and rose to a fever pitch. He gulped and tried to force it out, but he almost looked like he was choking, gasping, drowning. “And then it...” He couldn't say it. Like there was a plug there and he couldn't pull it, couldn't drain the rest of the dream into the room.

“It beeps, like your SUV did?” He didn't have to finish that thought. Didn't have to remind Hotch which SUV, where it was, that was all right there smoldering between them. It had been weeks, but it was still right there. He only nodded and swallowed hard. His throat clicked painfully, dry, and he tried again as if it would help. He felt like he was drowning on air.

“Nothing happens. The car doesn't explode. The Jeffersons get in and drive away safely...and if I don't wake up at that point, if I manage to sleep through that first car...it just keeps happening. Over and over. The Turners, the Manjis, the Goldmanns. Each time someone unlocks the car, it makes that...it beeps...and...”

Derek rested his chin against his arm, the steam coating his skin and making it slick and warm. He was staring sleepy-eyed at Hotch, like he was going to combust if he even so much as blinked. “Are you afraid to go back to sleep?”

“No, it's not that. I tried. Repeatedly. But once I wake up, I can't just turn it off and go back to sleep. Sometimes a bath helps. It makes my stomach hurt, waking up in the middle of the night. And my ear is ringing, it's impossible to turn off.”

“Do you want to come back to bed? Lay down and try to sleep? I can get you something for your stomach...the front desk has alka seltzer, pepto, tylenol...”

Hotch hummed deep in his throat, perfectly aware that none of those would help with whatever this ache was. “No. You should though.”

These were the hard times for Derek. When he realized that there were things that went on in Hotch's head, things that upset him and made things hard for him, that he simply could not fix. And part of it was that nothing was broken, it just worked a little differently. And most of the time that actually worked in his favor, these things, they helped him with his job and they helped him detach from a lot of the things that might have buried someone else. But it also caused him so much grief sometimes that Derek only wished he could take some of it, even a tiny fraction. Give him some peace.

In these moments, there was none to be had. He'd walked in on a scene that, from the outside, looked peaceful. A hot, steamy, lavender scented bath...isn't that what everyone says is relaxing? But he knew damn well that it was still just layers and layers of torment hidden beneath whatever straws Hotch could grasp at to make it more bearable.

And Hotch knew what he was doing, he knew how to manage these things and being allowed into Hotch's life a lot of the time meant he had to understand where to just step back. How to check on him, check in with him, and then trust that he had it under control. Derek didn't step back naturally; it was a steep learning curve.

Because all he wanted to do was take it away. The way Hotch suffered hurt him in ways he couldn't articulate, sometimes couldn't even understand, and the way he internalized things made him desperate to find a way to help. “Can I get you anything? A glass of water?”

Hotch nodded. Maybe it was true, maybe he was thirsty, or maybe he realized that Derek wouldn't be able to just walk away without doing something. And he knew that Derek needed sleep, so if he just conceded and accepted something...maybe he'd go care for himself. “Water would be nice, thank you.”

Derek tossed and turned for an hour, waiting for Hotch to come out of the bathroom. In that time he heard the water drain and refill twice, signs of life at least. Finally, when sleep eluded him too, he stripped himself naked, turned off the alarm that would be going off in twenty minutes anyway, and made a pot of coffee instead. The good stuff that Hotch kept in his bag. There was always a stash, in case the hotel coffee was just too abysmal even for his exhausted taste buds to handle.

And with two hot mugs of coffee, he entered the bathroom again, this time heading right for the tub and sinking down into the water with Hotch. Not just with him, right on top of him. He shifted and wiggled until Hotch's legs were up and he was between them, his back resting against one of Hotch's knees, his own legs hanging over the edge of the tub. It wasn't even remotely comfortable but he didn't much care. “If you won't come to me, I'll come to you.” He handed the mug to Hotch and watched the way his pinched features relaxed at the smell of it. Lavender was a ruse, the coffee was the real deal. The way that first sip burned his tongue and relaxed the tension in his shoulders was like witchcraft. He cracked the code.

“Thank you,” Hotch whispered reverently. For a brief moment, he worshiped at the altar of Derek Morgan.

“You know,” Derek said quietly, resting his head back against the wall. “I dream about that night too. The way you smelled like gasoline and ash and blood when I found you. I didn't even see her at first, only you, and the smell...I thought...Aaron. I thought you were...” he paused, shaking his head, closing his eyes, seeing that night. “Sometimes I dream that I don't get there in time. Or that it's you bleeding to death on the street instead of her, that it's you whose back is hamburger, and we can't stop the bleeding. I dream that I don't make it out of the ambulance before he detonates it, and I realize it as the flames surround me. Sometimes I even dream that we don't realize it's the ambulance in time and we're all in the hospital when it goes off...I can't save anyone...”

“I'm sorry. If I've...”

“No, now come on. Don't pull some you didn't mean to make it all about you shit. I know that dammit. You never make things about you. That's the problem. I can see it right now, you're trying to figure out how to make this about me...go ahead. Ask me how long I've been having those dreams, ask me if I'm talking to anyone, if I feel guilty that I didn't stay and help you save Kate or stay and realize the EMT was the unsub...I ask myself those questions every day. What if I'd let Sam go? What if I'd stayed and help you? Would I have seen it? Caught the guy before he even had a chance? Maybe saved Kate? I don't know man, I don't know...we'll never know right? But you're sitting here wondering right now about all of that...turning it around on me...”

“I don't...”

“Stop. Please. You don't have to say anything. I just wish you'd trust me the way I trust you. I know you gave me that whole speech about trust, but you know damn well that isn't true. I lay it all out for you, every bit of me is yours for the taking...and you just...I don't know. You shut down.”

Hotch shifted and leaned forward, his spine curving, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He rested his aching forehead against Derek's temple, succumbing to the dreadful tinny ringing in his ear. There was a moment of silence between them, and then Derek could feel it, could sense it even before he heard it, that Hotch was crying. Quietly, almost imperceptibly, but he was. The surface of the water stilled, then pooled and rippled with each tear that smacked against it. Maybe it was pure exhaustion, maybe it was something worse, but Derek had the feeling he'd really fucked up.

“Do you really think I don't trust you?”

The hurt in his voice was transparent and there wasn't a single answer he thought he could give at this point that would stop the hurt he'd caused. He slipped one arm around Hotch's waist, pulling him a little closer. The words weren't there for either of them. All Hotch wanted to do was scream that he trusted Derek more than anyone in the world, that he'd trusted him implicitly from the moment they'd met and that Derek had not one time let him down. But those words were stopped up just the same as the dream was, building pressure against an air tight seal. And Derek just wanted to apologize profusely, take the hurt he'd caused away.

“Aaron,” he whispered, his voice ragged and sleepy. “I know you trust me. I only meant that I wish you'd talk to me, let me in. Share these things with me.”

“What good would it do? You can't stop a nightmare. That isn't how it works.”

Derek almost laughed. He loved it when Hotch stated things like that, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it was true, he couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't. But that wasn't what he meant. He'd been learning, over the years, how to better hone the way he said things to leave no room for misinterpretation...but he still had a long way to go. They both did.

“No, but I can do my best to help you get back to sleep.”

At this, Hotch perked up a little. He sniffled and leaned back to take a sip from his coffee. “What would you do that I can't do on my own?” The question was loaded with intricacies that Derek had no idea how to maneuver. If it was Garcia asking, he would have fired off all sorts of innuendo, some carefully disguised, other bits right out in the open. Vile, lurid, explicit. But Hotch was serious. He really wanted to know...it almost felt like a job interview that Derek was about to fail. He laughed and trailed his fingers slow and teasing up the ridges of Hotch's spine.

“What does Jessica do? I know she comes over a lot...”

“She's bossy.” He smiled at that, imagining the way she would twist those lights back into place, flip them on full blast and drag him out of the tub. Get up, she'd say, and then she would turn on his heated blanket and tuck him into bed and sit there until he fell asleep again even if it took all night. Even if she had to give him the full speech about how sleep affects the brain and all that other stuff he didn't really care about when his mind was crafting boogeymen by the dozen. Bossy didn't begin to cover it. She just sort of knew how to steamroll him now and it got a lot worse after the divorce. And if it was more than that keeping him up, well, she had answers for that too. He always managed to get back to sleep on her watch, but that didn't help now. “You're not her. What would you do?”

“I don't know. I guess I'd start by running my hands through your hair, rub your head, like this...” he shifted, dragged his hand up Hotch's neck and into his hair, fingers tracing invisible shapes there against his scalp, twisting his hair into miniature spikes. “You love that. Maybe try singing some of those stupid Beatles songs you love.” He hummed, low, barely audible, a little of what he could remember of Hey Jude, let it trail around the room and dance through the steam. “Make you a cup of tea and turn on some boring movie that'll kill us both with boredom.” He paused, and then grinned, his fingers turning circles and playing in the damp hair at the nape of Hotch's neck. “And if all that fails, I could always y'know...throw you a bone...”

“This is why I don't talk to you.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #hotchgan #hotch x morgan #criminal minds #fanfiction #aaron hotchner x derek morgan

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lucy90712 · 1 year

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Alex Marquez- Paradise

After having to wait a few months because of the end of the summer break me and Alex are finally getting our honeymoon. We wanted to get away before the season restarted but things just didn't work out as we both got involved in other things but now that its winter break we are finally able to get away just the two of us and have the honeymoon we wanted. Alex has taken it upon himself to plan everything and only recently told me exactly when and where we are going but that was only because I begged him so that I would know what to pack. He's been so excited to get away that he woke me up before 3am this morning even though we don't need to leave the house until just before 6 to make it to the airport, I didn't want to get up as I didn't sleep well and it was way too early but when Alex rolled over and started kissing my face all over I couldn't resist opening my eyes to cuddle with him until we needed to get up. His arms made their way around my waist and he pulled me on top of him and started playing with my hair which almost sent me back to sleep but talking with him just about kept me awake.

We stayed in bed talking for a few hours before we had to get up which neither of us wanted to do but Alex rolled out of bed meaning I went with him and almost fell on the floor but he caught me while laughing at what he had done. I got myself ready in a comfy outfit which consisted of some sweatpants and one of Alex's hoodies that I just took from his wardrobe as it's comfy and it smells like him which is an added bonus. While I was in the kitchen making a breakfast I didn't want as it was so early Alex walked in and placed a kiss on my cheek as he went past me to the fridge but he stopped when he looked at me and saw me wearing his hoodie.

"Is that my hoodie?" He asked even though he knew the answer

"Maybe" I replied

"Well it looks cute on you" he said which made me blush just like every other time he compliments me

"Stop it your making me blush" I said

"That was the idea babe I love the way you get all shy when you blush" he said

All I could do was shake my head at him as I sat at the breakfast bar to eat the cereal I had prepared but that didn't stop him he kept finding any little thing he could to compliment me on so that my cheeks were just constantly red the whole time we were eating. He only stopped when we got ready to leave as we were both doing other things like putting suitcases in the car and getting chargers to put in our carry on bags. Once we were sorted we got in the car and like usual Alex drives because he much prefers driving himself even though I'm more than capable but I let him because I was so tired that I didn't really want to drive. The entire drive I was staring out the window while Alex had his hand on my knee using his thumb to draw little circles which was the only thing that kept me from falling asleep again.

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Finally the plane landed after a very long and not enjoyable flight, there was a lot of turbulence which made me feel very sick which wasn't helped by the little surprise I've been keeping from Alex that I'm going to tell him about at some point before we leave. As soon as we got off the plane I felt a whole lot better and started to feel more excited about getting to relax under the sun with my favourite person in the entire world. Alex also looked so much more relaxed when we left the airport than I think I've ever seen him in the entire time we have been together, usually he is always thinking about something whether that be the next race or something else he has to do but today he seems like he isn't worrying about anything which is so nice to see as I'm always trying to get him to stop worrying.

Alex and I got out the airport and got into a taxi to take us to the place he had rented for the week, we decided to get a taxi as we weren't planning to go many places and anywhere we would want to go was apparently within walking distance so there was no need to rent a car or for either of us to drive. The scenery out the window of the taxi was just beautiful there was a great view out to sea as well as view of all the amazing plants like the great big trees and the smaller brightly coloured flowers, it was truly breathtaking and only got better the closer and closer we got to our destination. Alex has been here before which is apparently how he knew about the place we are going to stay but I've never been before so I'm very much enjoying taking in everything around me.

The car soon stopped signalling that we had arrived at our destination and Alex immediately put his hand over my eyes and told me to keep them closed while he opened the door, I followed his instructions and kept my eyes closed as he helped me out the car and then just left me stood with our luggage somewhere I assume that was in front of where we were staying. After what felt like forever he came back and pulled me forward a little more before allowing me to open my eyes to see the most beautiful house I think I've ever seen. Alex walked inside and brought me with him so I could see the inside which was just as amazing as the outside, the place was very modern but also had a very beachy feeling to it with all the wood that was around the place and the warm colours there was all these tiny little decorations that really completed the place and just matched the vibes incredibly well. We both toured the downstairs which was mostly open plan before heading upstairs to look at the bedrooms which were relatively simple but had balconies with hammocks and other seating as well as incredible views out onto the beach and to the sea which was a very vibrant blue but also super clear at the same time.

I went right outside to sit one of the chairs and stare at the view and I thought Alex was going to join me but as soon as I heard the bed squeak I turned around and saw Alex laying flat on his stomach on he bed which clearly showed that the noise was him jumping on the bed. He noticed me staring at him started laughing before he got up to join me to sit down outside or so I thought but when he got outside he pulled me up and brought me over to the edge of the balcony and put his arms around my waist as he stood behind me staring over my shoulder to watch the waves crash as the sun began to slowly set due to it getting towards the evening time. We stood there until the sun had pretty much set and the warm air was starting to turn chilly which we took as our sign to head inside and get something ready for dinner.

Just thinking about eating dinner made me feel a little nauseous and preparing it was even worse but somehow I held it together and Alex didn't seem to notice me turning away from things or sipping water to make myself feel better. It's so annoying that up until now I've felt pretty good but when I just want to leave it a few more days the sickness is coming in full swing and trying to mess everything up but I'm determined to make it those few days and tell Alex in a special way that we can both remember for a long time. Keeping this secret has been so difficult even if it has only been for just under 2 weeks its just that I tell Alex everything so not to tell him something so big and exciting has been hard but it will be worth it when I get to see his face when I do tell him.

We ate dinner outside under the stars before coming back in and washing the dishes which took quite a while because we both kept messing around by flicking water at each other or hitting each other with the tea towel but eventually we did get it done. Once we had finally done the dishes Alex pulled me towards the sofa where he laid down and I laid down in front of him letting him put his arm around me so that we could cuddle together. For a while nothing was said as we just laid there together while I ran my finger over his arm drawing a little hearts without really thinking about it until he started doing it back to me on my hip, we went back and forth drawing different things on each other which got more and more random the longer we went on. Our little game kept going until we ran out of things to draw on each other so instead Alex grabbed the tv remote and put on a movie for us to watch. The jet lag and general tiredness got the best of me pretty quickly but I tried staying awake for as long as possible even though I was yawning like crazy which must have driven Alex mad as he paused the movie and asked if I wanted to go to bed. When I said yes I didn't expect him to immediately pick me up and carry me but that's what he did and he only put me down once he had moved all the covers so I could get in bed properly, he got in next to me and pulled to to his chest so we could sleep like we always do.

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The past few days here in paradise have been magical and so relaxing, Alex and I have got to spend so much quality time together whether that be inside of an evening on the sofa or at the beach during the day. It has been so nice to just do nothing for a few days as usually we always have something going on that means we can't just take this time to relax even during breaks from racing. This time we both made sure that we completely shut ourselves off from work which has meant no checking emails or going on social media which has actually been so refreshing and I have felt a whole lot less stressed not having to worry about everything I'm doing. The only thing that has been ruining the wonderful time I've been having is how rough I've been feeling as the sickness has been getting worse each day to the point that I know Alex can tell there is something wrong but he doesn't want to ask. He won't have to wait too much longer to find out what is going on though because I am going to tell him today after figuring out a good way to do it that should hopefully be really special.

Like everyday so far I woke up early feeling very nauseous which I tried to ignore and get some more sleep but I felt so ill that I just couldn't sleep which hasn't happened before but is probably going to become the new normal for a few months. Seeing as I couldn't sleep I got up and made my way downstairs to make breakfast which in hindsight was an awful idea as it only made me feel worse to the point that I actually threw up for the first time which wasn't at all nice but I was determined to make a nice breakfast for Alex after he's been cooking most of the week. Just as I finished he walked down the stairs and came right over sliding his arms around my waist as I plated up what I'd cooked, he kissed my cheek quickly before letting go of me and going to do the washing up for me while I poured glasses of water for us both.

After eating breakfast we both got showered and headed straight outside to the beach that was out the back of the house like we have been doing everyday as in the mornings it is usually quiet and not too hot making swimming or just laying on the beach much more enjoyable. We both put down our things before I dragged Alex towards the water to go for a swim because the water looked really inviting this morning. He happily followed me until we got to the shore which is when he let go of my hand and ran right into the water diving in leaving me just stood there in complete shock at what I had just witnessed. When he came back up from under the water I slowly walked over to join him and we went swimming around together for a bit before we just started floating on our backs to look up at the few fluffy clouds in the sky and saying what we thought they looked like and his were a lot nicer than mine as I said the most random things that came to mind.

Soon enough we got bored of floating around and it was starting to get too hot so we headed back inside and seeing as it was after midday we decided to make some lunch. I made a start on lunch getting tomatoes out the fridge and starting to cut them up which was fine for all of 2 seconds before the smell made me feel incredibly ill, as much as I tried to hold it together I just couldn't so I put the knife down and ran to the bathroom as quick as possible. Alex came in not too long after and pulled my hair back and started rubbing my back gently in the most comforting way. All I could think about was the fact that if Alex didn't have any idea before he definitely will know whats going on now and all my plans to make it special will have gone down the drain which made me so sad as this isn't how I pictured it going especially as I have been feeling pretty good up until we got here. When I sat up he pulled on into his lap against his chest and felt more forehead to check if I had a fever which of course I didn't and it was like I could feel his brain figuring things out.

"What's going on love you haven't been yourself all week is everything ok?" He asked

"I'm fine but I have something I need to give you" I said getting up to go and grab part of what I was going to use it surprise him

I ran upstairs to my suitcase and walked back down taking a deep breath before handing him the box. I could barely look at him I was so nervous for his reaction even though I know he'll be happy a small part of me is just so worried that he will be mad that I hid it from him or he actually won't be happy. He was visibly confused but he opened the box and took out the test which was on too and looked at it with a straight face before taking out the second thing in the box and unfolding it, it was a custom onesie that I had got made to look a little bit like his leathers and little shoes that looked like his boots. Nothing was said for a few seconds and I panicked that he didn't want this and a few tears slipped down my face that was until he looked up with tears in his eyes too as he got up and picked me up holding me to his chest.

"You're really pregnant" he said in a questioning tone

"Yeah" I replied

"I'm so excited we're actually going to be parents" he said jumping up and down like a child

"Wait when did you find out and how far along are you?" He asked

"I found out about 2 weeks ago and I'm 7 weeks along as of yesterday" I explained

He pulled me into another hug and kissed me before he kneeled down and kissed my stomach even though there was no bump but it was cute nonetheless. His hands stayed on my stomach as he looked up at me with the biggest smile on my face which made my eyes water from how sweet he was being and the extra hormones flowing through my body. It was just such a relief that he finally knew and was excited about it because hiding it has been so stressful and now he can be there to support when I feel awful which just all I've wanted the past few days. We talked a little more about it and I showed him pictures I had in my phone from the first doctors appointment as they didn't give me ultrasound pictures but I got to look at the screen and see the tiny bean looking thing that was our baby, Alex was so thrilled to see his baby and got even more excited when I told him I had booked my first proper ultrasound for when we get back so he will be able to go with me.

Our sweet moment ended pretty quickly when both our stomachs started rumbling and we realised that wee never actually finished making lunch. I went to get up but Alex pushed me back down to do it himself which didn't take him long and he was back before I knew it with the food I so desperately needed. He glanced over every now and then to make sure I was ok which I thought was funny but also very sweet, any time I even looked like I was feeling nauseous he would out his hand on my back and make sure I was ok about a million times before being satisfied that I was fine. After lunch Alex washed everything up and only allowed me into the kitchen when I promised I would just sit on the side as in his words he wanted to take care of me and do things for me to make my life easier. Watching him made me think about how great of a dad he's going to be as if he's already doing all of this to care for me when I'm just 7 weeks I can only imagine what he'll do when the baby is actually here.

Once he was done the both of us decided to go out for a walk as we haven't been very far since we got here so wanted to explore the scenery. When I locked the door Alex grabbed my hand and led me down the street clearly taking me to a certain place but I was more than fine with it as I just wanted to get out for a bit. We didn't walk that fast as we were still looking at everything around and the views out to sea and all the beautiful plants, this place was just perfect and I'm so glad we got the chance to come out here and see it with our own eyes as it's a beautiful part of the world. As I was looking at the scenery I saw Alex taking pictures of me sneakily behind my back so I decided to prank him and the next time I noticed him taking pictures I turned round quickly making a silly face which took him by surprise but he started laughing after a few seconds. He looked down at his phone and started laughing even harder so naturally I had to see what was making him laugh so hard and it was an awful picture of me just as I had turned round, as much as it was an awful picture I have to admit it was very funny and I couldn't help but also laugh especially as Alex's laugh is really contagious.

Eventually we calmed down and kept walking before we stopped at an ice cream place which Alex dragged me in and we both got some ice cream which I was very happy about as I've been craving for the past few days as it's been so hot. Once we got our ice creams we went and sat on a bench that had a view of the sea and just watched the waves taking a moment to ourselves to truly ignore everything around us. I leant my head on Alex's shoulder after I finished eating and he then leant his on mine and put an arm around my waist to pull me closer to him which is how we stayed for a few more minutes before deciding to head back and relax by ourselves as people were staring at us when they walked by.

When we got back we mostly stayed in and watched tv until it got dark out and we went upstairs and went out to the balcony but only after putting on a hoodie as it gets chilly at night. I took longer to change into warmer clothes so when I went outside I found Alex laying in the hammock that we haven't used yet, he ushered me over and helped me get in with him even though we didn't really fit together. After shuffling around we settled with me laying on my side next to him with his arm around me holding me tightly so I couldn't fall out even though I was perfectly fine. We laid in silence for a while staring at the stars before Alex started to talk about how our lives have changed since we first met and how they will change even more over the next few months, it was really crazy to think how our lives have developed but I would never change a single thing that has happened as even though there has been hard times I love how things have ended up. It was fun to talk and think about all the new things we will get to experience once we have a family of our own and all the new memories we will get to make which is what I'm really excited about as I can't wait to watch Alex be a parent and bring the baby to races to support him.

We stayed up talking for a while before deciding it was best to get to bed which is the only time Alex let go of his grip of me so I could get out of the hammock or more like fall out but I was fine. Alex then did the same but did fall over which made me laugh so hard I could barely breathe which he put on a pout about but when I kissed his cheek as I walked inside he cheered up and followed behind me. We got into bed and snuggled together like usual despite it being quite warm in the bedroom, both of us struggle to sleep if we aren't cuddling with each other after being together so long so even if it's really hot we will deal with it so we cuddle. I rolled onto my side to allowed Alex to lay behind me which he did but first he leant over and kissed my stomach and then my lips before settling in behind me for the night with a protective arm over my like always.

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newpersonteeth11 · 1 year

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You, Elias Holloway, were the sole heir to Lewis Holloway, your father and the billionaire founder of Holloway Equity Partners Ltd., an asset manager. He owned 100% of Holloway Equity Partners Ltd., valued at $4.3 billion, and had another $1.2 billion in personal assets. You had over $250 million in assets, and would inherit his fortune upon his death. You were a board member of Holloway Equity Partners Ltd. You spent the majority of your time in Toronto, known for its night life, but your father required that you keep your primary residence in Burnaby, where Holloway Equity Partners was headquartered. You decided to hire a personal assistant and out of the thousands of candidates, you chose Nicky Champa.

His salary was $35,000 a year. On his first day, he arrived at your penthouse apartment. There, you threatened him telling him to either fuck you or you would fire him and blacklist him from the job market. Then you said, "Kneel and suck my dick, now"

He said, "No, you suck my dick, bitch." After he said that, he flexed his muscles.

"Um, um, um," you stuttered. "I said Now, bitch!" he roared.

You reflexively fell to your knees and began to undo his pants. "That's what I thought," he said "Now say 'I am a worthless faggot who's only purpose is Master Nick's enjoyment.'"

You mumbled it back, and he punched the back of your head with his powerful alpha muscles, causing your head to fall the the floor, in a head-to-floor bow.

"Say it now, fag!" he shouted. You immediately said it again, louder this time bowing up and down.

He then face fucked you, until you passed out, then he kicked the shit out of you. You no longer slept in the 6-room master suite, but the corner of Nicky's master suite closet.

The next day, you woke up at 3am, cleaned the entire apartment, ate a breakfast of one piece of toast and a cup of oatmeal, and then prepared a feast of almas caviar on toast points (at a cost of over $85,000 a pound), organic eggs, Pancetta di Calabria (a type of bacon that cost over $2,000 a pound), and Kobe beef sausages flown directly from Japan that morning (costing $4,500 a pound). You proceeded to place the breakfast on a silver platter and bow in front of him.

He then kicked your face, and ordered you to swallow his piss. Then he called his alpha boyfriend to come over to his new fag's penthouse, and began looking at your finances. He realized that the majority of your family's wealth was held by your father. When his boyfriend, Pierre, arrived, you were ordered to drive them both in your limousine to your father's compound.

When you arrived, you followed Nicky & Pierre on your hands and knees.

Your father was shocked to see your new power dynamic, you on your hands and knees covered in bruises and cuts and wearing ragged old clothes, while Nicky and Pierre wore luxury clothes. Your father's shock, however, was quickly subdued when Nicky lifted him by his neck, causing him to choke, while Pierre beat his body until he began coughing up blood. Nicky then punched him in the face, causing him to pass out. Pierre then put his foot on your father's neck and watched as the life drained from his eyes, while they both laughed at his weakness.

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pbandjesse · 2 years

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I felt mostly better today. Mostly. My skin was very red and I was feeling pretty self conscious. But I mostly had a really nice day.

Sleep was easier. But I woke up at 3am and fell out of my hammock and smashed my knee on the ground and was very upset. I was very shaken up and laying in the floor. But I got up and got a drink and wasn't to injured at least. I had a little trouble falling back asleep and spent a little time on my phone deleting stuff because my cloud storage is getting very full.

A storm started again around 330 and that sound made me fall asleep. And that was good sleep. I woke up at 7 and felt a lot better.

And it was a pretty good day. Even if the humidity makes my hair very frizzy and my skin hurt.

I got washed up best I can in here and got dressed. I had a little breakfast and made sure things were set up for my groups. And then I just sat here for a long while. I was tired. Maybe more emotionally then physically.

But all my groups were lovely. I had a CIT hang out here all day and she was nice enough, though didn't want to do much. I set them up with some art and would mostly stay inside.

I would spend time outside. Teaching beading and drawing and bracelet making. And it was a lot of fun!! Honestly today was a very good day.

I was able to do my knitting. And made a bracelet. And enjoyed hanging out with my groups. Candela, one of the Spanish internals, came to hang out and she would do some watercoloring while I worked on my painting. Which is going very well!! I am probably going to work on that a bit more tonight.

Lunch was good. I had a soda with lunch because I needed the energy. And it helped. I had three more classes after lunch. But for real I had a great time.

I stopped at the trading post to talk to CJ and my Pokemon pedometer came up because I was still sad it wasn't working. But when I got back up here I pulled it off the shelf to see if I could figure it out and I did!! Digital Charlie lives!! I hope to get him to best friend level again soon!!

I had forgotten to bring my hammocks in before the rain. But they were mostly dry by the afternoon. I had a daycamp group, and then the older boys. The daycamp group struggled with instructions, but the older boys let me teach them look bracelets and they did such a good job! Even if they didn't think they did at first. Was very proud.

I lent some clothes to one of the boys for their skit tonight. And there was frolicking and it was very sweet. And then I had tipis kids to end the day so CJ got to come hang out with me and we made bracelets and I showed a boy how to make a bead turtle and it was a lovely way to end the day.

I walked to tipis to the pool. I wouldn't actually swim, just sat on the cove for a while. Before going to take a shower.

It was nice to be clean. I put on a new outfit, like I normally do after my afternoon shower. And then realized we were supposed to go to a specialty meeting so I got Laura and we walked up to the office.

It was an alright meeting. I kept getting interrupted and that made me feel stupid so I shut down just a little. I was glad when we were done and could go to dinner.

And dinner was really good!! The horse camp girls keep hugging me and saying I fixed dinner because I said something and I'm glad they feel better too. I am happy with the changes and I am grateful to the kitchen staff for the effort.

I had a nice time at dinner too. Talking to CJ and people watching. I like helping set dinner up and then we got ice cream sandwiches and that was a nice treat.

After dinner I went to talk to the nurse and then I came up here to chill. I got in my hammock and read for an hour. Was sad when I found out they got snowcones again and no one told me. I don't know why no one tells me. But it's fine. I'm only a little sad about it.

I am going to make a little treat for myself. And maybe I'll just paint for a bit before I go to sleep. I hope I sleep easier and through the whole night. I hope you all have a good night tonight. Sleep good.

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mtnkat3 · 2 years

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my Love/s. What do I do to prove myself to You/Alll until... ???

I feel asleep for ~30 minutes in recliner, woke at 1am. Hopped up, said screw it to meds. Then... laid in bed til about 3am. Then woke 3 times to go to the bathroom. Between 3a-6.30a. I think that's when I actually fell asleep.

Should I stay awake when such happens? Make sure I sit up & read things that I need to be helping me heal thyself?

Because all of my alarms on my phone... I'm just hitting them & turtling... ducking...

Sigh...

Time to just...wake the f*ck up & tell wh to stick it where the sun don't shine.

Maybe that's what God is wanting me to do.

Head bowed in shame. Hood over. Lips chewed. Humbly bowed on knees.

I love You/Alll.

~Your's/s' DOne, DPOne, & Alll.

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unknown--anna · 2 years

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Empty Promises

Modern AU

Plot: Everything has been too much. Too much to bare. It's so tiring. They said you should call them when everything hurts, so you did.

Gender neutral reader

Genre: Angst no comfort

TW: Character death, suicide, self harm, cursing

Characters included: Xiao, Childe/Tartaglia, Hu Tao

A/N: it's like 3am and I randomly got the urge to do this thennnn got a lil tired at the end

Prologue

"Promise you'll call me when it gets too much."

"I promise. " They made you promise.

"I swear I won't ever leave you alone." They pledged.

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You called them.

"Hey-" They said.

"Hi-"

"I'm sorry, but can I call you back? I'm quite busy."

Your heart shattered, but they were busy. You didn't want to burden them.

"Alright."

And they hung up the phone as more tears spilled from your eyes.

Xiao

Xiao had a bad feeling in his stomach, but he was with an important client, so he told himself he'd immediately call you when he could. Once the client had left, he dialed your number.

Ring... Ring... Ring...

No answer.

He tried calling again.

Same as before, no answer.

At this point, he was sweating and swearing to himself. "Shit!" After that he hopped into his car to check on you himself. "Why aren't they answering?" He thought to himself. The closer he got, the faster his pulse got and the lower his heart sank.

Once he'd arrived at your door, he loudly knocked on your door.

Knock! Knock!

"Y/N!"

No answer.

This went on for about a minute until he decided to grab the spare key you'd told him about. He found the hidden key you had told him about and unlocked the door.

Strangely, the lights were all on, but the air felt still. It was silent. Too silent.

"Y/N!" He called, stepping into your home.

No answer.

He walked further into your home, and that's when he saw you. You were laying on your bed, facing away from him. From a distance, he assumed you were asleep.

"Oh my god, Y/N, don't worry me like that!" He said while coming closer. The closer he got, the more odd your form seemed. You weren't moving the slightest bit. You were so still.

"Y/N? What-"

His eyebrows knitted together and eyes widened at the sight of a nearly empty bottle of antidepressants on the ground and your mouth filled with foam.

He was rendered speechless as knives pierced his very soul and fell down to his knees at your bedside.

He shakily brought his fingers to your wrist and your neck to look for a pulse.

None.

Only coldness.

That's when he snapped out of it, immediately dialing emergency services.

"I need an ambulance right now!" He screamed with a choked cry and tears staining his cheeks.

"Could you tell me what happened, sir?"

"It's all my fault! I- They-" At this point he was breaking down and was struggling to speak.

"Sir, I need you to calm down and tell me what happened."

"How am I supposed to calm down when it's my fault they're dead?! They fucking killed themselves because I wasn't there for them!" He screamed.

"Alright, an ambulance will arrive in five minutes."

He didn't care that the dispatcher was still there as he let out more screams of anguish while hugging your lifeless body. All the while, breaking down inside and out.

"It's all my fucking fault... I'm sorry, Y/N... I'm so fucking sorry..."

Childe/Tartaglia

Being in charge of a big business is no small matter, so when he got a client who could boost his business, he prioritized that. He told himself he'd call you back when he could, but he was just far too busy. He only could catch a break once the sky had already darkened.

"I look forward to working with you." Childe said while shaking his client's hand. He felt like he was on top of the world! He thought about you and how he'd be able to spoil you more, even though you tell him money isn't as valuable as having him. On his way home, his boyish smile didn't leave his face.

"Y/N!" He called out into your shared home. "I have some great news!" When you didn't reply, he realized just how strange the atmosphere felt.

"Y/N?"

No answer.

"Come on, Y/N, come out!"

No answer.

Then he approached your shared bedroom and saw water running from underneath the door leading to your bathroom. He knew this wasn't normal and remembered when you suddenly called him earlier. He rushed to the door and yanked it open. His heart went from beating excitedly to dropping to the lowest parts of the world.

There you were. Cold and lifeless in a bathtub filled with blood. Your blood. "Fucking hell!" He didn't waste any time taking you out of the bathtub, getting his suit wet and stained red.

The metallic smell was so strong and the bath water was a very deep shade of red. He saw that you had slit both your wrists. Deep.

He immediately took off his blazer to try to stop the bleeding, but a scary amount of blood kept coming out. While doing so, he didn't realize the tears flowing down his cheeks and choked sobs he was letting out. "God damn it, I'm stupid! Fucking idiot!" All the while, his hand trembled to dial emergency services.

"I need an ambulance now! They're bleeding to death!"

"Sir, I need you to calm-"

"Don't you fucking dare tell me to calm down when the best thing in my life is dying and send a fucking ambulance here!"

He couldn't control his sobs and anger. He was angry at himself for not prioritizing you. For not being there when you needed him the most.

"Argh! Fuck! I don't care how much it would cost, so please don't leave me!"

Hu Tao

Hu Tao had an important client who had recently passed away, and their family insisted on her performing the burial personally.

"Alright, another job well done! Let's call Y/N!"

She rang your number while you were driving, but you picked up. "Hello." You greeted. "Hey, Y/N! It sounds like you're driving. Are you on the way to pick me up? That would be nice, haha!" She said giddy on the phone, but you couldn't match her enthusiasm. "Yeah, no, sorry, Hu Tao, but I'm not." "Huh? Then where are you headed?" She retorted, confused.

You didn't answer and only accelerated, which Hu Tao could hear on the other end. "H-Hold on, Y/N, what's wrong? We can talk about things! But why are you accelerating?" Her question is only answered with sounds of your cracked sobs.

"I'm sorry, Hu Tao, for being weak." You manage to mutter. Hu Tao's heart was beating faster than ever and a layer of sweat covered her face. "Y/N! Whatever you're doing, please stop!" She pleads as tears start streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Hu Tao." Those were the last words she heard before you were cut off by a loud crashing sound. "Y/N?! Y/N! Y/N please!" She desperately tried to yell into the phone through ragged breaths, even though she knew you were gone.

Not long after, the phone cut off, leaving a flat sound accompanying Hu Tao's sobs. Shortly, police, and paramedics had surrounded the area you'd crashed in, but it was all useless. They couldn't bring you back.

Hu Tao then dialed a number of someone she trusted. "Mr Zhongli?" She said emptily on the phone. "Hello, Hu Tao. Did you need something?" Zhongli answered. Now she couldn't mask the anguish in her voice.

"I need you to help me arrange a funeral-" She said through choked sobs. "For Y/N."

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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💋Unspoken Rule #4💋

🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// smut, light fingering, unprotected sex, some sub!bucky, cursing, a smidgen of angst

🍒 AU// roommate!bucky x camgirl!reader

💋 NOTE// As always, requests and asks are open, feedback is appreciated 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

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Over the next two weeks, two more videos were filmed. Both without kissing and not going any further than getting each other off without having sex, but also still as mind blowing as the first.

Bucky wanted to experience that high he couldn't reach himself. That no one else had gotten him to.

He didn't tell Steve or Sam about anything that had been happening, he knew there would be teasing and it would also blow the 'Soldat and Cherry' cover, so it became another unspoken rule.

He stopped trying to muffle the sounds he made as he watched the videos and ditched the headphones; making it obvious to you that he was still subscribed to watch videos that he could easily ask you to send him.

But, the sounds you could hear through his bedroom door were nothing compare to the ones muffled by the plastic mask when it came time to film another video.

A long talk about boundaries and keeping things casual, is what lead to the filming of the fourth video. Making sure both of you promised it would stay purely in videos. Nothing more.

Even as you laid against the throw blanket that covered your bed, completely bare besides the mask and wig as he tugged the glove on his right hand off. Bucky kept mentally repeating the promise.

Goosebumps prickled your skin when the cold leather and warm skin of his hands glided up the insides of your thighs, his cock twitching and eyes staying locked in on the glisten of your slit. His thumb ghosting over your clit to elicit a soft moan. "Don't tease." You exhaled, shifting around slightly under his piercing gaze.

Humming in response, Bucky ran two fingers through your folds. Coating the pads of his fingers with your slick before circling your sensitive bud.

The skillful work of his long, thick fingers had you convinced that your own would never be the same. The way they curled and stroked against your walls in the best way as your hands clutched the opening of his leather jacket. Quick to have your back arching from the mattress.

"Is my face in the shot?" Bucky said lowly when he leaned down so his face was inches from yours. Your eyes looking to the small screen on the side of the camera to see his hair shielded his face. "No."

"Good, wanna kiss you." His gloved hand reached to pull the mask down, the steady thrust of his fingers on his right not faltering. "Ok, just don't stop." You nodded, catching his plump lips in yours.

The taste of his tongue just as you had imagined it to be when it slipped between your lips to press into yours. Both minty and sweet.

Bucky swallowed every sweet sound he pulled from you, making sure not to break away from the breathless kiss until you had rode your orgasm. Your teeth nipping at his bottom lip as your hands pressed against his chest. "Mask on and lay back." You mumbled against his lips as he removed his fingers.

Bucky's mind was racing just like it was the first time as you moved over him, his hands holding your waist and heart thumping away against his ribcage.

He always thought that all sex would feel the same, but this was different. He had a certain proud feeling when you whimpered softly once he was fully sheathed into the tight warmth of your cunt, the instant flutter of your walls making him groan softly.

You had never had such a full feeling, his tip brushing your cervix as you swiveled your hips. Laying your hands flat against his taut chest to keep steady and letting your head lull forward.

Starting slow and working up to a faster pace when you had adjusted as his hands slipped down to hold your hips.

It was hard to keep focus, the feeling of every ridged inch sliding against your walls sending sparks of pleasure through you starting to engulf you. Trying to pinpoint the pitch of Bucky's moans and pants to know when to slow down.

His fingers curled into the flesh of your ass, hips rolling gently under you as the swirling in the pit of his stomach started. Only to fade away when your hips slowed into a grind, his eyes snapping open to meet your hooded ones as you gave him a wicked smile.

Bucky lifted a hand to hold the back of your neck, pulling you down to whisper in your ear. "You're edging me?" He mumbled, biting back a groan when you wiggled against him. "Be a good boy, Soldat."

He couldn't deny the warmth that washed over him from the two words he told himself wouldn't have an effect on him, muttering a few curses in Russian as he moved his hand back to your hip.

The tensing of the muscles in his thighs quickly started again, his release being held off until he was desperate.

His head lifted from the pillow, brows scrunching up as he tried to guide you faster, your movement nearly stopping when he did. "Please, dear God, cherry." Bucky whined as his head fell back against the pillows, chest and neck flushed and sweat slicked. His mask not helping the hot huffs of breath that fanned right back into his face.

You knew he could easily overpower you if he wanted to, and that's what made it even better. Watching as he tensed and wiggled under you in attempts to get the release he wanted- but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Being able to push as deep as he could go and fill you with his spend until you leaked around his base, would definitely be worth it.

Your throbbing clit ached for some kind of attention, but you weren't done with your fun of watching Bucky crack under you. The sturdy man muttering to himself to let him cum as his warm hand groped at your chest, gloved left caressing your waist and backside.

Needy whines promising he'd be good, telling you how amazing you felt stretching around him. Until his pleas and praises were enough to snap the coil.

Your fingers digging crescent moon shapes into the smooth skin of his chest as your orgasm took over completely. Mind fogging over for a brief moment.

"Oh, god- B-" your bit down harshly on your bottom lip to stop his name from rolling off of your tongue, falling forward against his hot chest as the aftershocks took over and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Giving him the opportunity to chase his own high.

Bending his knees to plant his feet flat against the mattress, Bucky's hands went under your ass, letting out a shaky breath as he chased his own high with rigorous thrusts that made you keen against his flush skin.

"Shit- oh, fuck- so good, cherry." He grunted, gripping your backside as his hips pistoned up into yours, quickly reaching his high. A guttural moan vibrating through his chest when he filled you with hot spurts of his release.

His hands stayed on you until you were out of his reach to turn off the camera, looking over his blissed out form one last time as he felt for the edge of the plastic face covering.

"Holy fuck..." He panted, almost ripping the mask from his face. "Good?" You giggled, slipping on one of his shirts that was on your dresser as he sat up. "Great, best ever." Bucky chuckled, eyes wandering down to where the tops of your inner thighs glistened from his spend leaking onto them before the hem of the shirt blocked the view.

"Beat you to the shower." You grinned, squinting your eyes at him as you backed towards the door. "That's not f- wait!" He called when you slipped out of the room, standing to follow after you.

"I wasn't paying attention, that wasn't fair." Bucky pointed a finger at you with a frown that made you laugh lightly. "Better luck next time."

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The next morning went as normal, Bucky left for work after breakfast, you took a trip to the grocery store. Only this time, you came back with something to talk to Bucky about.

He gave you a bright smile when he walked in the door, long legs carrying him over to where you were on the couch before he swiped the remote from your lap.

"Buck, I need to talk to you." You sighed, turning in your seat to face him. "'Bout what, cherry?" He said, shifting to be more comfortable as his knees parted more. "I, uh, I have a date next week so... I'm gonna do the next video solo." You nodded.

Bucky felt a pang in his heart, he promised everything was purely for videos, but he couldn't help the sliver of jealously that tainted his veins. "Does that mean- we're not gonna film together anymore?" He asked quietly, muting the TV so you had his full attention.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shrugged your shoulders. A part of you wanted to say no to the man at the store who asked you on a date, but he was nice and handsome.

"I don't know. This guy seems nice and all but, it was more of a- I don't want to decline your invitation because you're sweet, so one date won't hurt." You said, looking at where you hands were tugging a string on the couch cushion. "And you don't want to feel guilty about having sex with someone else days before the date. I understand." Bucky nodded his head, giving you a sweet smile.

"Thanks, Bucky." You mumbled, patting his leg before scooting closer. "Who is it?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you and hoping it didn't seem like a 'who's replacing me' type of question. "Cashier at the supermarket."

"He is pretty nice. Gives me extra coupons when I go." Bucky said, scrunching his nose up. "You're not mad, are you?"

He quickly shook his head and gave another smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Of course not, all for the videos, remember?"

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you leaned further into his side. "Yeah... for the videos."

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whoreforrafecameron · 3 years

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Warnings: Smut, Swearing

“Like that? - Rafe Cameron”

Rafe slid himself further into you, his arms holding him so he was able to hover over you. You felt yourself shudder, you could practically feel him in your stomach. “You like that, baby?” He cooed, gently kissing your throat.

You felt your chest jerk, and you sat up, panting for air. The sheets stuck to your skin with sweat covering your body. It was just a dream, you thought, none of it was real. Expect the throbbing need in your core, that was real. Very, very real.

You brushed your now tangled hair away from your eyes, peering over to where Rafe was sleeping, he was on his side and his chest rose and fell at a slow rhythm. You groaned at how peaceful he looked, you couldn’t possibly wake him up, not when he was finally asleep.

You couldn’t. Thoughts of his face buried in your cunt, your hands wrapped in his hair, filled your mind - making it even harder to resist waking him. Even with your thighs pressed together, it seemed to only make it worse.

“Rafe?” You prodded at his shoulder, afraid to make him upset. “Rafe, are you awake?”

He let out an agitated sigh, rolling over to face you. His eyes were red and struggling to stay open, he had so obviously been asleep. As much as you wanted to feel bad, the need you felt overpowered any sympathy you had. “What time is it?”

His voice was deep and scratchy, and you tried not to whimper at the sound. He pulled his phone from the bedside table, unlocking it. “It’s three in the fucking morning, baby.”

Baby. What he had called you in the dream.

“You like that, baby?”

You bit down on your tongue, remembering why you had woken him up. You cocked your head to the side, trying to find the right words. “Rafe, I need you.”

He let out a quiet chuckle, laying back down on his back, his hand running through his hair. “You woke me up.. because you’re horny?” He laughed, admiring how helpless and desperate you looked. Thighs pressed together, hair strands falling in your face, full eyes, chest rising and falling quickly. “Come sit.”

You swallowed, moving more towards the boy so that you were sitting next to him. He shook his head, “No, no.. come sit.” His voice was filled with exhaust, it was clear he could fall asleep at any moment, but he turned his head to you and smiled. “On my face.”

You nodded immediately, pulling your panties to the side and moving to sit on him. You hovered over his face, knees on either side of his head, your wetness practically dripping. “Please, Rafe?”

You felt his breath on your cunt, hot and thick, and you let out a whine at the flick of his tongue. His hands went on your hips, his eyes closed, as if this was something he could do in his sleep. He lapped at your clit, at a ridiculously slow pace. “Rafe, please hurry.”

“Shh, princess. If you wanted me to treat you good, then you should’ve acted good and let me sleep.” The vibrations his voice sent in you made you feel so fucking good. “The least you could do is let me take things at my own pace, huh?”

You whined, but held back any protests, afraid to have him stop. He pulled you further down on his mouth, his tongue now pushing into your hole, fucking you. “Thank you, thank you..” Words rolled out of your mouth off of instinct, your head too in the cloud to be able to think straight.

He licked and sucked, constantly touching exactly where you wanted him to, without you having to tell him. You rocked your hips, trying to get his mouth as deep into you as it could get. He let out a noise of approval, clearly glad you were enjoying it. “You like that, baby?”

Oh, fuck. The dream. You covered your mouth, as the impending orgasm inched ever so closer. You felt him smile against you, speeding up with his movements. “Uncover your mouth for me, please.”

You obeyed him, but bit your lip to keep from moaning too loud. His tongue trailed up your slit, finding that one spot and indulging into it. He had finally found the right pace and movement, at least he thought, because your breathing got heavier at each lick.

“Shit, Rafe. I’m so close, so..” You trailed off, the orgasm practically at its peak, your hands found his hair, pulling at the roots. Before you could release, his mouth pulled away from the spot, as he let out a long yawn. “No, no.. fuck, Rafe..”

“Mm, sorry, baby. That’s what happens when you make me devour you at 3am.” He smirked at your flustered face, but dove back into you again, wanting you to feel satisfied.

Within seconds, you felt your legs and arousal tighten, and you came all over his tongue. You let out a cry at the pleasure overriding your body, shaking at the mere feeling. Your breathing was so very erratic, and you tried to lift yourself off of him, but your legs were too worn. “Rafe..”

He lifted you off of him, cockiness written all over his face. “If I can do this to you when I’m half asleep, I can only imagine how I can make you feel when I’m fully awake.”

You were to tired to take any consideration to his words, so you simply gave him a small kiss and curled up into his side. You ignored the come leaking out of you, deciding to deal with it later. Rafe, on the other hand, had other ideas; and you felt something prodding at your hole.

“Baby, what.. what are you doing?” He pressed a hand to your lips, now entering his full length inside you.

“I just want to be closer to you.” He pressed his head into the nape of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist. He had you facing opposite him, so he was spooning you, and he placed delicate kisses to your jaw. “How about you let me sleep now, yeah, pretty girl?”

Anyways, thank you all so much for being patient, I’ve been very busy lately. Let me know what you thought! <3 love you all..

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littlefreya · 3 years

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Velvet Chains

Summary: For a generous fee, August Walker is yours. A man devout to pleasure, who will worship you for an entire night and make sure your first time is more than memorable.

Promot:

A thought - August as a gigolo who specializes in deflowering. 👌

Pairing: Soft! August Walker x Virgin Reader.

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: 18+. August Walker as a sex-worker, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, a depiction of bodily fluids, soft!August themes, a tinge of angst and August’s monster c...

A/N: When I received this prompt, I didn’t think I can actually do it justice, but it was 3am and I started dabbling around. Then in the morning, I took another look at it, and this little drabble turned into a one-shot. I hope you’ll like it, I hope I did well. Many thanks to @agniavateira my muse who beta’d my story.

Please give feedback and reblog if you enjoyed reading. 🖤 DM if you want to be added to my tag squad.

Title: Velvet Chains

They were all little flowers to him, fresh peonies and flushed roses. Young or mature, it never mattered as long as they were still oh so pure. Undefiled, succulent flesh. Kissed by dew and wrapped by the last remaining petals of their innocence.

All for him to willfully pluck.

Sprayed with notes of tobacco, and boozy fragrance of rum - August Walker was the top-tier kind of service, a man to die for with his three-piece suits and shiny leather shoes. At one point he didn’t even need to self-promote; they came to him, all doe-eyed and coy, willing to pay as much as it takes to have him breach through the sealed gates of their garden.

The rules were quite simple: Cash in advance and always wear protection; other than that anything goes. August liked to see himself as a procurer of fantasies rather than a male prostitute. For a generous fee of $1500, his girls earned themselves a night they never forgot. Whether it began with a dinner at the most outrageous restaurant, a masked ball at a billionaire’s mansion, or an intimate evening with his homemade cooking at a cosy sublet.

It was up to him to choose the experience for the ladies after thoroughly assessing and profiling each client. He was never wrong; after all, it was his job to study women, both mentally and physically.

“I know what you need,” he would murmur as he kissed down their navel and swept between their shaky thighs. And in his grip they indeed laughed, cried, and came undone so many times over, reaching out to grasp heaven around his unapologetically huge cock.

Until you changed everything.

August couldn’t quite crack you; while he enjoyed, savoured, and conquered every woman he had, it was you who seemed to have more power over him than he did over you. The quiet abyss in your eyes reeled him in like an unfortunate, foolish fish teetering on a hook. Whatever mysteries that mind of yours held, he wanted to pry it open with his fingers and brush them through the parchments of your soul.

He desired you more than just the flesh; he wanted to be deeper in you than he ever was in any other woman.

‘Who are you?’

Shivering in his presence, it was crystal clear that you weren’t immune to his spells; yet you didn’t seem impressed by the theatrics or his suave appearance. As if you saw right through him, and knew it was all but a spectacle.

Wanting everyone to witness your ‘claiming’, he took you to the dimly-lit roof of his private apartment and laid you on a blanket beneath the beaming stars. When his lips touched yours while slowly ridding himself of his clothes, August felt like he could tell you his most kept secrets though he didn’t want to.

This is not how it worked. Not for him.

Sorrounded by the fairy tea-lights that adorned the intimate rooftope, you flinched as he began undressing you, and trembled so vehemently once completely bare that all he wanted was to embrace you in his big arms. And he did so, collecting you against the dark fur of his chest, the heat of his body provided shelter from the cold October breeze.

“Beautiful,” he whispered sincerely and allowed his hands to roam the tender map of your body. Likely, he would never see you again, so he wanted to remember every curve, dimple, and scar; he needed your moans imprinted in the museum of his mind.

The same desperate, breathless pleas only a virgin would make, purer than pure.

Breathing in shudders, you laid down beneath him with your legs spread out. Your little untouched slit displayed to his hungering gaze, asking to be reshaped by his intrustment. August was never one to lose control, but your entire existence has made him question every decision and in a moment of frivolousity, he lost himself completely and broke the most forbidden rule:

He entered you bare.

Painfully large and hot as flaming iron, his rigid cock tore through your maidenhood and delved into your velvety pit, desperately searching for the engulfing shelter that was your womb. Weeps of pain rained down your lips; he was too big, and he didn’t slow down. He unwrapped you, tearing your rose petals one by one, sinking in until you could have sworn he was infused between your lungs.

Overwhelmed by the raw sensation of your wet flesh engulfing him, August raked his arm around the small of your back and held your body against his, forcing you to spread wider, to grant him the infinite access he demanded.

“Look at me kitten,” he murmured in a half-breathless, half-soothing voice and showered hasty butterfly kisses across your forehead, “I’m inside you. It’s done, now let me please you.”

He seared your body, your sensitive entrance pulsating with a twinge of grieving anger around his veiny cock, your walls squeezing, fighting off his lewd intrusion. While you anticipated the pain, the initial shock was too much to bear.

“I don’t think I can take you,” you retorted and swallowed hard, trying not to cry as he swelled and flinched inside you further more.

August reached a hand to your jaw and caged it between his strong fingers. Not saying a word, he stared intensely into your eyes. Smoke and broken mirrors shadowed his glare. In your daze, you swore you could see his reveries and hear him whisper without moving his lips.

The barriers of your guarded castle were in ruins, and so was your self-preservation. Fully submitting, you allowed him to take you beneath the shimmering, black silks of midnight.

August was both gentle and rough as he rode between your thighs, his heavy body surrounding you completely. His entity seeped through your lungs and pores, his bewhiskered mouth left sloppy, ticklish kisses and chanted a hymn of pleasure against your neck.

For a slight moment, you wondered if he was this passionate with all of his customers. But all thoughts died at the moment his crown slammed into the wall of your womb, and the entirety of your existence was flooded with both the tremors of sudden pleasure and satisfying pain.

You wanted more, you wanted to be complete. To be completely his.

“Oh god, yes!” You cried for him, clawing your nails at the taut muscles of his back.

Grunting, he plunged into you, harder with every pull and deeper with every thrust. He sought for heaven between your legs and as inexperienced and naive as you were, you followed your instincts and complied to his arousal. Bucking your hips, you yielded to meet the jerk of his hips - your rhythm a savage mess, your demeanour that of a virgin-whore.

“Good girl, my good girl,” August praised, thrilled of the shift in you, and by the helpless, glossy gaze and gaping mouth as you moaned and begged. Your freshly open cunt clung to his invasion with its growing tightness. Holding onto him the way the moon is bound to earth.

Control was gradually lost over your own bodies, enslaved to something stronger than your wills and wits. It was as if you became vessels to haunting spirits that made you slam into one another, lost in a sweaty, carnal trance until a flush of sudden rapture broke between your legs the way raging waves break upon a ship lost at sea, consuming it completely.

Like a dauntless sailor, August followed you into the depths of euphoria. Jumping to his knees, he hauled you by the waist and slammed you against him, needing to be balls-deep within you. With a loud shout, he came undone, astonished by the raw, unbridled sensation of releasing himself inside another person.

You both shuddered in shock as his thick cum bathed your womb in three, warm gushes.

‘Oh, August, what have you done?’

Spent, he nearly collapsed on top of you, holding his hands flat to the side of your head. He took a deep breath before pulling out from your hurting hole and moving to lie by your side. The pink mixture of your essence trickled between your simmering lips just the way it coated his still-swollen cock. Glancing down upon it he felt an odd notion of triumph, more than the usual complacent feeling usually evoked with his clientele.

“Don’t worry, I am clean.” He promised.

In a way, you were his first as well.

Pulling you against him, he nuzzled your neck and hummed lowly, “I don’t imagine you could give me anything.”

Still trying to land back on solid ground, you said nothing. Words didn’t make it, not through your chest nor your head. You basked within the moment, trying to memorise every vibration that flowed through your veins as the glow became dimmer with every passing minute.

Limbs entangled, he decorated your shoulder-blade with honey-sweet kisses while your spine attached to his hairy chest. He watched you quietly, admiring you completely until the two of you fell into a dreamless sleep under the guarding sky.

Come morning, August was awakened by the sounds of the raging street below. The scent of toxic vapours hung heavy in the air and his face curled at the sounds of the beeping horns. For a moment, he forgot where he was but then you were the first thing on his mind. Even though he knew the deal was for one night only, something in him itched for a generous ‘on-the-house’ lazy morning sex.

As he rolled to lie on top of you, his chest felt abruptly empty. He was met with nothing but the defiled blanket.

You were gone.

Though the scent of your body, your sweat, and viscous fluids were still stuck to his skin, your memory a sheer piece of silk carried away by the cruel wind. The weight of a thousand stones dropped in August’s gut and he flipped onto his back once more and stared at the cloudy sky.

It resonated in him that this was all that it was, and he would never find a girl like you again.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

*I don’t own August Walker or the Mission: Impossible Franchise

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rosie-chaeyoung · 3 years

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☽ 𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲 [ 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘁 ] ☽

title ; 3am - red velvet - irene

summary ; It’s late at night and the world was asleep. Well, except for Irene. When she wakes you up in the middle of the night for her personal needs things quickly take a turn.

word count ; 2288

pairing(s) / group ; irene of red velvet

warning(s) ; 18+, mommy kink, use of handcuffs, oral sex ( giving ), fingering, dom!reader, sub!irene

genre ; smut

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Quiet crickets sang a song of slumber as the sun had set in for a soft slumber. It was a peaceful night to say the least. Y/n and her girlfriend, Irene, both lay in bed asleep. The world outside snored quietly as the couple slept peacefully. A cool breeze blew every now and then making Joohyun move closer to her taller girlfriend. The clock ticked by slowly, each minute taking it's time to show. Irene's eyes peeked opened, her long eyelashes batted as she turned looking to her lover.

She was still asleep, but she was gorgeous. Her (h/c) hair fell on her pillow and her breathing was steady. She looked so peaceful. The brunette on the other hand was now in distress. She was now wide awake. Tossing and turning on her back, she was having trouble going back to sleep. The last few memories she had weren’t helping. Small flashes of the wet dream went through her mind, they were much too vivid to let go. “Ah. Wait, go f-faster Y/n" Her breath hitched, this was becoming too much to bare alone.

It felt all too surreal. “Moan my name baby" She turned on her side, slightly gripping the bedsheets underneath her frail form. She had to stop thinking about this. "Y-Y/n.. please.." Irene could feel her face turning a dark shade of red, she was becoming hotter and hotter by the second. "Louder baby" With a breathy sigh she realized she couldn't take it any longer. Either she was going to get out of bed or do something rash. “Ah~! I'm about to cum, Y/n~!" She easily decided the ladder. Irene pushed herself up from the soft mattress, putting both her hands on her lover.

She shook her side to side whispering a soft, "Wake up" each time. This continued for about two more minutes before the (e/c) eyed girl started to grow conscious. She opened her eyes, sitting up to look at her lover. "What? I'm up.." Y/n rubbed her eyes and stretched. She had no clue what time it was, but it was way too late for this. "I, um need your help with something." the idol trailed on. Y/n looked at the clock, '03:24' it read. "What's so important for you to wake me up this late? Are you alright?"

Y/n, now fully awake, gave all of her attention to the brown haired female. She figured it must’ve been important if she got waken up for it. Hopefully nothing along the lines of being hurt. “I'm horny.." Joohyun mumbled. Was she ashamed? Slightly, but it was either tell her or deal with this for the rest of the night alone. Y/n groaned rolling her eyes. "Baby, you woke me up at three in the morning to tell me you're horny?" She sighed out. It was unnecessary, she could’ve easily waited a couple more hours.

Or, she could have fixed the issue herself. Anything would have been better than being woken up this late. Irene furrowed her eyebrows and gently pushed her lover to lay on her back. She climbed over from her part of the bed to Y/n's. Straddling her girlfriend’s waist, she sat on top with an annoyed look on her delicate features. Y/n, in return, put her hands on Joohyun’s small waist looking up at the pouting girl.

"What's wrong now?" She asked aloud. Irene ran her hands across the h/c haired girls toned body, she trailed her finger lightly up and down. "I'm being serious about this... And you won't help me! I’ve helped you whenever you need it!" Her pout seemed to sink in deeper at her statement. Y/n exhaled, this was somewhat her fault. The only time her girlfriend became whiny like was when she was needy. Usually every time she became needy she would take care of her. She was just so tired right now though. So reluctantly, she agreed. "Fine fine. Damn, you're lucky I love you.."

The dominant female changed around their positions so she was on top and Irene lay on her back. "But since you did wake me up, we’ll play by my rules. So tell me just how badly you need me.” She laid her hands on Irene's thighs, pushing her legs more and more apart. She slid her knee in between her lovers aching legs, and let out a stiff laugh when Irene bucked her hips forward. "Seriously Y/n, hurry up! This isn’t fair so stop teasing me!" Irene glared up at the dominant female who still hovered her.

Although Y/n smiled, her eyes quickly darkened once she heard the sentence slip from her lover. Reaching up she pulled her wrists together holding them in one place. Her tone started off condescending as she spoke, and slowly let it trail for a better effect. “Listen babe. You woke me up for this. I could be asleep. But you're horny, so tone it down. Okay?" Irene listened and shrunk back into the bed letting her pout return. "Yes..." She lowered her head leaving only a few inches between the two. "Yes what?" She urged on. Irene's cheeks grew hot again but responded. "Yes mommy."

Now pleased, she leaned down capturing the elder females lips in her own. Irene moaned into the soft kiss letting Y/n slide her tongue deep into her mouth. Turning her head to deepen their struggle for dominance, the pale skinned female happily gave in midway. Y/n leaned over to the side of her bed feeling around for a certain object, their lips still connected. Finding what she wanted, she sat up showing her toy to the submissive girl. This was personally one of her favorites. “What? No! You know I hate being handcuffed!"

Irene told her while looking at the silver play thing. "Exactly. That’s the point of this babe." Y/n leaned downward locking the handcuffs to Irene's wrists. She squirmed already hating the new feeling. Irene never did like these restraints, because when she's in them she can never touch her girlfriend. Leaving scratches on her back was a huge turn on for Irene, so to not be able to do that upset her greatly. She hated this. Y/n chuckled looking at Irene's vulnerable state.

"Don’t make that face. You and I both know this is what happens when you get all bratty." But this seemed like too much talking for her liking. Y/n once more leaned down and let her hands find themselves underneath Joohyun’s shirt. She tugged at it, before pulling it off leaving her in a black lace bra and panties. Fortunately enough, Irene never sleeps in pants. "It seems like you came prepared." She teased. The brunette shook her head disagreeing.

"It just sort of happened..." Y/n shrugged her shoulders while going to unclip and take off the lace bra. She didn't waste any time enveloping her significant other. Putting Irene's sensitive bud in her mouth and twirling the other in her hand, Y/n watched Irene let out soft moans. This was her joy of being in control, the trill that ran through her. The only thing she wanted to her was her name being moaned over and over, and as of now she was getting that. "Y/n, ah, please." She panted out.

Y/n loved the feeling of teasing the brown eyed female, this was pure torture. Trailing light and soft butterfly kisses down her toned body Irene was having trouble with the silver restraints on her wrists. Hating the feeling of being tied down she tugged at the cold cuffs, hoping they would come loose. But they didn't budge. Y/n finally tugged the hem of Irene's matching panties, already feeling how soaked they were.

She smirked, her lover always made teasing easy. She always so sensitive to her touch, just the slightest of moves and she could have her older lover turn into a hot moaning mess. The best example of this would be now. "Aww, did you really need my attention that badly?" Y/n began pulling the black lace material off Irene's slender legs. In return, Irene tugged her legs away. "Wait."

Y/n looked up to Irene's dark and lust filled eyes, she was so stunning. She made a humming like noise telling her to continue. She would never do anything without permission, so if she needed to wait then she would do that. "This isn't fair. You have to take off your clothes too. I can’t be the only one naked here." So that’s what she wanted ? She laughed at her submissive's order. She knew it wasn't fair, but she also knew that teasing was still fun.

So she did take her clothes off, just not as quickly as Irene wanted. She put her hand on her shirt hem pulling it off slowly, doing the same with her shorts. "Y/n! Please, I really need you right now!" Irene had been holding back her pleas, but this was her breaking point. She wasn’t even sure how she held onto them this long truly. Her lower regions were throbbing with anticipation and her body was so hot she could’ve swore she would set the bed on fire.

Her breathing was off, and she couldn't hold in anymore of her waiting. She wasn’t the only one having fun though. As mentioned, this is what really turned on Y/n. Being in charge wasn’t always easy, especially with someone with an attitude like Joohyun’s. Yet, times like this really proved she was where she belonged. "As you wish princess." In one big motion she took off the last bit of clothing clinging to her body. Irene, now feeling self conscious of her own body, closed her legs.

Y/n noticed this and almost immediately spread the brunettes legs. With one hand on her hip and the other on her thigh Y/n didn't waste much time going to work. All it took was a few small licks, a bit of sucking, and she was already a throbbing, moaning mess. Joohyun arched her back multiple times letting Y/n stick her tongue fully into her. Her moans were becoming louder by the second as she began tugging harshly at the handcuffs.

She hated not being able to touch her, it was one of the things that just drove her crazy. "Y/n, o-off. Take these off m-" Her 'sentence' cut itself short as another loud moan followed her words. Her climax was coming fast and it was coming hard at that. No, not yet she couldn’t let it happen yet. She wanted these off of her first, she hadn’t to get them off. She pulled harder at the restraints, at this point she was just trying to run away from the pleasure. It was becoming too overwhelming for her.

Y/n made room with her tongue by adding in two fingers. And once she was adjusted, a third to maximize her pleasure as much as possible. Irene's legs began to shake and she began to squirm in her place. "Ah! Y/n! J-Just move your hand, f-faster!" She wanted to ride out her climax and this was her way of doing it. Just to tease her a little more, Y/n slowed her pace slightly. “What’s the magic word?” Joohyun began to push herself toward her lovers hand as she was able to stutter out the word.

“P-Please..” The one little word was all Y/n needed to continue. She went back to her same actions but this time sped things up significantly. Using her thumb Y/n circled around the elder females most sensitive part making her throw her head back, and soon enough let the knot in her stomach break. Breathing heavily she laid her back on the cool bed. It was the only thing in the room that didn't seem hot.

Y/n didn’t consider herself an impatient person, but at the moment she could definitely see why she may be label that way. She pulled Irene's legs apart again and began to ease her into another climax. Irene was sensitive though, so any sort of stimulation down there would be torture. "S-Stop it..." She whined out weakly. There was little fight put up before her legs began to tremble from pleasure once more. The h/c-ette began all over again to give her girlfriend the satisfaction she deserved.

She started to squirm again and now bite down on her lip. "Fuck!" She let her swear slip from her mouth. Once more she arched her back off the bed letting her moans fall out simultaneously. The knot formed over, and soon broke again. Small sighs of pleasure floated from her as she gripped the sheeting beneath her. She had hit her climax for the second time. Joohyun yelled out in pleasure, moaning the (e/c) eyed girl's name.

She let out one last shaky moan until she let herself cum. She sighed in relief, the pleasure was over. "Good girl, you did so well." Y/n moved the wet, frizzled hair from her pale girlfriend's face. She was a panting, sticky, sweaty mess. And that's how she liked it. She reached up unlocking Irene's handcuffs and throwing them to a random corner of the room. Irene quickly clung to Y/n pulling her back down on the bed with herself. After a moment of breathing in her sweet scent, she flipped their positions.

She now straddled Y/n who laid under her satisfied with the past events. Irene showed off her pearly white smile looking into her lovers eyes.

"Round two?" ~

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