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highonmarvel · 9 months

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Isolation

Steve Rogers: Steve comes back.

An entry for Day 5 of the exciting @sintember challenge!

Prompt: Isolation, ft Steve Rogers (Captain America) of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Warnings: NON-CON, signs of declining mental health, captivity, 18+!

When Steve first put you in his basement, you nearly scoffed at the cliché: prisoner in the basement, like he couldn’t be bothered to be even slightly more creative. That was a few days ago, you think. You really had no way of telling. You remember screaming and banging on the door—you can still see the faint lines your nails scrapped onto it—but you can’t remember when that was. At first you counted a day as the next time you woke up, but you gave up, not because it’s obviously wildly inaccurate, but because you lost count of that, too.

You were hungrier than comfortable, but by no means starving, so maybe in that way it couldn’t have been too long, right? Without change, there is no time, and there has been no change in the basement since… however long it’s been. You couldn’t even rule out it had been months, though evidently ridiculous as that was considering your relative physical health (or, at least, as far as you can tell, or as far as you’re willing to believe), your sense of trust is out of balance.

Steve had been your best friend, you trusted him most, you never for a split moment thought he would hurt you. Steve, who’d you known all your life, time, as well, you’d known all your life: if you couldn’t trust Steve, could you trust your sense of time? You didn’t realise how much people rely on time, even when they have nothing important to attend to; time is the one constant, hours pass whether you want them to or not: you have no constant now.

You sit on the mattress (stained with a little blood you assume must be your own) hugging your knees to your chest, staring straight ahead. You weren’t going mad, you hadn’t had any hallucinations, had you?

Down here, there had only been the sounds you made—your breathing, your screaming, your crying—but your ears prick at an unfamiliar noise. It’s not unfamiliar, really, just one you haven’t heard in a while. Metal, not a lot, shifting around…

A key in a lock!

You scramble to stand up just as Steve pushes open the door, and your eyes lock immediately. You can’t help but notice even now he still has that superhero stance, his posture, standing tall and strong; assuring to everyone else, intimidating to you. But you refuse to allow yourself to be intimidated.

Steve doesn’t say anything as he begins his decent down the stairs; he looks away, but you stay fixated on him. When he reaches the floor, he turns to you with a smile.

No thought, you just sprint.

You dart towards the steps, but he easily scoops you up, and you’re bent over his shoulder, screaming as you hit your fists against his toned back and kick your legs uselessly in the air.

Another sound you hear, it sounds familiar, sounds like words being formed by a noise different to the one you make when you speak. It’s so bizarre to hear Steve speaking, so bizarre to hear anyone speaking but yourself after all (?) this time of hearing the same melody. It’s so bizarre, in fact, that you don’t really even register it, what he’s saying, until you’re dropped onto the mattress on the floor, falling quite a way (relative to what you would be used to hopping into bed) with a shriek.

“I’ve been alone, too,” he says, towering over you, blocking the single light that illuminates the basement, the light that hasn’t once turned off since you were thrown down here, it hasn’t even flickered.

He suddenly drops to his knees, straddling you. This position feels familiar, too; his knees caging you as you writhe under him in distress; it feels like the second time, now. It is the second time. And the first time this happened it ended with you being literally thrown into his basement. What would he do when he was done this time?

“Look…” he gently raises your right hand to his eyes, examines it, and then tilts it to display your nails to you; they’re bitten down so bad you’re bleeding, or maybe you’re bleeding from clawing at the door, either way, they’re damaged, fairly badly, and you stare back at your own fingers in shock. How could you not have noticed this?

“When you’re alone,” he says, gently, softly laying your hand back down to your side, “You hurt yourself. That’s why you need to stay with me.”

Right! You were at his place, as usual, and as you were falling asleep when he started, started speaking about how you needed to stay with him, because you needed him. Though while he violated you, he spewed the opposite.

“I need you…” he grunted.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the thoughts, but that memory seems to be replaying in front of your very eyes, a huge wave of déjà vu crashing over you as Steve strokes the side of your face. You slap his hand away, and that loving gaze he’d been showering you in turns dark. You try to throw a punch to his jaw but he catches your wrists and gives you a disapproving look. It’s extremely frustrating this seems to be so easy for him.

With nothing else to do, you start kicking and screaming; you’re sure it won’t accomplish anything, but you refuse to just roll over and accept this, no. You twist and turn under him until, to your surprise, he raises himself just high enough for you to turn all the way over. Before you can comprehend your little freedom, he brings his knees back down to the back of your own, and though it’s evident he’s not using all his weight, it’s still enough to make you cry out.

He lets his knees fall to the sides and manages to restrict your movements enough to tug your shorts down.

You want to scream No! but after all this time, you’re not sure if your voice can work to form actual words; you’ve only been screaming and sobbing for days. Or hours? Since he left, you haven’t spoken since he left, and you’re not sure if you can now.

You hear him spit in his hand and his soft groans as he strokes himself, and you’re lucky you can’t see it. You try to claw at his legs as you feel him line up with your entrance but he manages to pull your wrists together and shove them into your back.

He enters you slowly and with a soft groan, tears springing to your eyes as you sob, incoherent; you’re sure you’d plead with him to stop if you could. He ignores you and thrusts deep, in and out; you’re sure his careful movements may have looked loving and respectful to someone on the outside, yet it was anything but, despite what he’d have you believe.

“I need you…”

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seancekitsch · 1 year

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The 11th street kids crew definitely know they banged in Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too, right? They have to after he was so obvious!

oh yeah, here you go babe!! a little epilogue

“So, girlfriend,” he can’t stop using the word to describe you, “You think they’ll notice anything?”

You have to scoff, but pair it with a smile.

“You mean after you shouted at them that you were going to make out with me? Dude, they’re gonna roast us alive.”

You’re not wrong, and he knows it. He loves his friends, but they’re going to pick on the two of you for certain. It also doesn’t help that you’re wearing your skirt and boots from last night with one of his hoodies covering your top half.

“Worth it though… right?” he asks, and you lean into his frame to kiss his shoulder as confirmation. Definitely worth it.

You fling open the door, anxiety or strength letting the door smack against its own hinges.

Headquarters is silent when you and Adrian walk in, your arm linked in his and your thighs aching from making good on Adrian’s little nickname for you this morning. He looks down at you briefly, the big goofy smile he’s worn all morning still plastered on his features. You can’t help but smile back up at him, some kind of giddy joy bubbling up from your rib cage.

And then the bliss is shattered by Chris screaming.

“No way! No fucking way!”

“Jesus, dude, lower your volume,” you shoot back at him, smile instantly being replaced with a scowl. You lead Adrian over to the piano bench and perch yourself on the end of it so he can squeeze in to sit with you.

“I knew it,” John says, smugly.

“You didn’t know shit,” Leota fires back.

“And you picked Vig?” Emilia asks.

“You like Chris! You can’t talk!” You fire back while waving the arm not still attached to Adrian, and you see the anger flashes behind her eyes. You’ve done it now, you’ve poked the bear. Chris’ head whips around to look at Emilia, his surprise evident even though you’re sure they’ve hooked up a few times at this point and you’ve seen her snapchat location at his trailer a more than just friends amount.

“And you just like… wanted this?” John asks you.

And it’s then that you realize that to them, maybe only Leota and Emilia had an inkling of your feelings for Adrian, and that might still be a stretch. You kept your attraction to him and addiction to his twitter locked up like the fucking Pentagon and now to them it looks like overnight you went to casual friends to wildly in love. If this is love, which, you think it really could be. You make a mental note to check on that again in a week and see where you stand after the next Fargo sleepover.

“Well I mean she had to…” Leota offers

You scoot a little closer to Adrian, thinking about how this morning you were pressed against his bare chest and warm from just him alone, and how weirdly quiet he was, just content to hold you and be held by you. Well, before you decided to make yourselves late with a shared shower and then another round once you were both dry and found a nice vantage point to set up his phone camera.

“He kills people,” John says, but not to you, “She’s gotta be insane—“

Adrian stiffens under your touch, even though you don’t necessarily mind John’s comment. You’ve killed your fair share and sure, you’re probably not the sanest person in the room. You’re just well adjusted about it

“Hey! Dont talk about my girlfriend—“ Adrian starts, and gets cut off.

“Girlfriend?!” Emilia exclaims.

“Yeah, shes my girlfriend!” Adrian’s getting irritated, you can tell. His voice is getting strained and his grip on your waist is tightening, whether he knows it or not.

Emilia shoots you a look, a question in her eyes. She’s always been extremely perceptive, but whatever she sees in your gaze back at her makes the fire lit under her extinguish.

“I’m his girlfriend,” you confirm; all the eyes on the two of you, and you almost shrink away from the attention. Or at least you would have, had Adrian not leaned further into you.

“Well, alright… congrats,” Leota offers with a smile, a genuine one. She’s always loved to see your fucked up little friend group happy. Emilia nods, and sits down on the edge of the desk. You’re not going to get a better reaction out of her and you didn’t expect one.

“Yeah, she couldn’t resist me after she saw a video of me showing off that I’m a late bloomer,” Adrian says, and not to embarrass you, but to try to give a little clarity. Still, your face heats up. The rest of the team doesn’t need to know about the details.

“That’s not a thing,” John mumbles, still kind of shocked about the whole ordeal.

You nudge Adrian, who at least has the social cues to pretend to be bashful.

“He means I’ve had a crush on him for ages, now can we just get to what this meeting is about?”

#adrian chase x reader

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stardustpinkart · 5 months

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I have yet to see "Wish". And I'm parlty waiting to do so. Lots of people have reimaginings and au's about it and some likit, other seems to hate it. It seems an okay film at best?

Anyway, its a bit easier to make up an alternate storyline, when you dunno what the canon is. Sometimes canon prevents you from imagining what could be, it can be a mental hookup? So if I can like to draw a few pics before seeing it. I do know SOME things and some stuff that couldve been.

The main is of course little star being a boy.

My personal AU is this and its probably like others. The design of Starboy here btw belongs to another, the-gateway-to-madness

SO.

I imagine the Kingdom, it all seems so perfect and wonderful, and of course these places are anything but. They hide the cracks. And the people tend to leave everything to there monarchs becuase its easier, or they cant fight back. Seems the King controls whether or not wishes get granted in this land and no doubt an obsession for power and complete control.

Star, he simply goes by star, kinda going "Gargoyles" route here they dont typically have names, falls in love with Asha at first sight. Stars are quite innocent and on a diffrent plane form humans, they dont deal with the same issues as they do not to mention I imagine, omnipotent powers?

All he wants is to make her happy and use his magic to do so. But Asha is an ordinary girl, and its all very overwhelming? If a magic being loved you, woudlent it be a lot to take on? Larger than life? So very slow burn on her part, if at all. He's very sweet, but, its a lot to deal with.

If Magnifico knew Star had fallen to earth I have no doubts he'd want to use him. Keep him locked away and use his power for his own. A tool, an ultimate weapon.

I imagine Star turns into his lil form thinking hes being incospicous, but of course its anything but(maybe pretend to be a stuffed toy now and then), but he also might turn into it when he's exhausted, his power draining.

This is what would I'm sure happen, Star locked away in the castle dungeon to be kept like a caged bird, just for Magnifico to use his magic. He'll NEVER let him go, he'll remain there forever. It would be up to Asha and her love to save him.

She could also be a fairy godmother, thats part of the movie right, starting it off? If she and Star were a couple Im sure.

If I was a writer Id love to do a story but, I'm not really. Not alone anyway I can come up with blurbs like this, thats the most of it. I can draw though so

#artwork #fanart #wish #wish 2023 #disney #wish disney #king magnifico #asha #star #starboy #wish au

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crotchety-old-blogger · 1 year

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My Commentary on Batman Returns

TRIGGER WARNING! (violence, mental illness, death, suicide, and Christmas)

Personally Batman Returns has been, and always will be, the darkest and disturbing of all of the Batman series to date with The Dark Knight in second place. Batman Returns really gets in your head with its haunting musical score by Danny Elfman, and its vivid artistic direction, credit to Tim Burton and Stefan Czapsky.

On the outside the Christmas season is in full swing, while amongst the shadows something dark and sinister is brewing.

Elfman's theme for this film is composed in a darker minor key than previously composed in Batman. It also takes place during winter, when all around everything is frigid, which sets the tone for the whole story.

Batman Returns was only PG-13, but really pushed the envelope. According to IMDB (and my own recollection):

"Because of the criticism from parents regarding the dark, violent, and sexual overtones of the film, there had been speculation that this movie was about to receive an R-rating from the MPAA."

An "R" rating? Understandably so. We witness multiple deaths, murders, attempted murders, child abuse, child abandonment, and a touch of mental illness.

Beginning with the cold-hearted Cobblepots. Their only child is born deformed and a bit aggressive, probably from being hidden away from their social circle. I wouldn't put it past the affluent Cobblepots to not tell their friends about bearing offspring. They have their child locked in a cage with one small opening with bars, which the baby penguin takes advantage of, reaching out and grabs the housecat into the cage with him, and kills it. This could be the writer's (Daniel Waters and Sam Hamm) way of showing visually a juxtaposition how some adults put animals' lives first over human life.

As for the Cobblepots, they were of the same mind when it came to dumping their baby overboard a bridge in Gotham Zoo, where the waters lead the baby carriage into the sewers which could have ultimately resulted in Oswald's death. In real life, it would have. How very sinister!

Next, there are multiple deaths even Batman himself commits. First off the fire-breathing devil who was asking for it. Did Batman kill him? Well after this scene, we never see the fire-breathing devil ever again.

Then there's the strongman who evidently could not have been strong enough to have survived an explosive that was strapped to his body and set off. So did Batman kill him? Again, after this scene we never see the strongman ever again.

There is an attempted murder on Selina Kyle by her misogynistic boss, Max Shreck, the real villain in the story. After Selina accidentally discovers Max's devious and illegal plan, he pushes her through a closed window located on of his skyscraper's top floor.

Quite surprising for at least me when I first saw this, her fall was a bit jarring for me, seeing how surreal it was depicted.

Though Selina does not lose her life, she survives, but has clearly lost her mind.

Regardless, her repulsive boss just tried to murder her! And really, who are we to judge Selina? Deducing from what we had heard earlier on her answering machine, it's evident to us that she had been caught up in a cycle of abuse; her mother, her boyfriend, and God knows how many more. Now Selina is in survival mode fully relying on her animal instincts.

Nowhere do we see Oswald's parents die, but we learn of this at the same time he does. This scene, whether the character was genuine or not about making amends with his parents, this scene is heart-wrenching.

There's the graphic, yet somewhat comical, repartee to a rude comment that is made about Oswald's looks.

After Catwoman leaves the kidnapped Ice Princess on a ledge of a tall building, Penguin--at an attempt to frame Batman--throws an umbrella full of bats at her. With bats flying at her face, the Ice Princess becomes disoriented, loses her balance, and plummets to her demise.

Shortly thereafter, Oswald literally has his own words backfire, causing his supporters to turn against him. The booing crowd starts throwing "eggs and tomatoes" at him. In retaliation, Oswald decides to open fire with his umbrella machine-gun onto his once loyal supporters.

Penguin now hatches a plan where he plans to kidnap children and "send them into a deep, watery grave." Wow, that was a lot to throw at the children in the audience. Even one of Penguin's henchmen objects, "Uh, Penguin? I mean, killing sleeping children. Isn't that a little . . . ?" Penguin, in response, shoots him, saying "No. It's a lot." The only one on Penguin's team wanted nothing to do with this scheme, and now he's dead.

When kidnapping children was foiled, Penguin decides to "punish all God's children."

Armed with missiles, the penguin army is sent to Gotham Square to flatten it. Batman has Alfred send out a signal to Penguin's army having them leave, thereby sparing Gotham Square and return to home base--Gotham Zoo.

After a scuffle, Batman holds a device in plain sight for Penguin to notice, also noticing that his entire army has returned. Penguin again reacts without thinking. He grabs the device, pauses to see Batman's reaction as if Penguin won a game of keep away.

Between the time Penguin grabs the device and presses the button, Batman had enough time—granted a few seconds worth—to warn Penguin the consequences of pressing the button. But Batman remains silent.

So Penguin presses the button on the device, setting off the penguin army's missiles that were meant to flatten Gotham Square, now is used to destroy Gotham Zoo. The signal seems to have also released some bats hidden in Batman's vehicle. In a spectacular display of irony, the bats attack Penguin, causing him to lose his footing, crashes through a window at the arctic exhibit, taking a nose-dive into a shallow pool below, seemingly to his death.

Selina is still alive and wants Max dead for his heinous crimes, but most importantly what he had done to her personally. (I also have a commentary in regards to Catwoman in this story alone).

Max Schreck fires a bullet into Bruce Wayne, as Batman unmasked. That tears it for Selina; Schreck has taken everything from her, and now the one she held dear to her heart. So she goads Max into killing her. Max begins to open fire on Selina, but is very confused why she won't stay dead. Adrenaline, perhaps? Does she really have nine lives? Or perhaps they were blanks. After all, that gun did belong to one of Penguin's clowns that was shot earlier. Maybe he wasn't into killing.

Selina, through her tears, is now willing to use her "one life left" to annihilate Max for good.

Penguin makes another appearance, but in critical condition ironically with his nose gushing blood, as well as coughing up blood. He tries to fire his umbrella gun on Batman who is already recovering from a previous gunshot, and looking for Selina. Unfortunately for Penguin, he accidentally chooses "a cute one" that merely squeaks.

While gagging, Penguin's last words are "The heat is getting me. I'll murder you momentarily. But first I need a cool drink of ice water", which in that moment he falls over dead.

The penguins have their funeral for Oswald, which some might consider silly. I don't find it silly. I find it quite emotional. When I first saw this as a child (which may explain a lot about me), I was confused on how to feel about this situation. Penguin was involved in many crooked, divisive schemes, including murder.

The score to this scene is not just dark, but sad. Why are we sad to see him die in such a manner? Perhaps, in a literary sense, we are supposed to be feeling what the penguins are feeling? Maybe it's an introspection; were Oswald to have chosen a different path, matters might have turned out better for him. This is alluded to earlier in the movie where Max says to Bruce Wayne "Show us what you know mister! To the men who were born with a silver spoon. Maybe if Oswald's parents hadn't 86ed him, you two might have been bunkies at prep school." which has a ring of truth to it. But would have Oswald still chosen a life of unrelentless crime? Perhaps these words echoed in Bruce's head as he witnessed Penguin die.

But alas, he did not choose a good path, which lead to his death. Not to mention the intense camera shot of Penguin sinking into the sewer water, which will forever be branded in my mind.

The story is coming to an end. It's quiet in the car, as Alfred drives Bruce home. Suddenly, Bruce notices a moving silhouette that appears to be Catwoman. Bruce asks Alfred to stop the car, and he get out and searches the alleyway only to find a mere, black kitty. Bruce picks it up and brings it from the cold inside his warm car.

Alfred says "Well, come what may. Merry Christmas, Mr. Wayne." The last words in the movie are uttered by Bruce Wayne, wishing Alfred a Merry Christmas, adding "good will toward men, and women". Nothing was "merry" throughout the movie, after all it is Christmas in Gotham City.

Now I know Batman Returns is a work of fiction. Still, I feel this movie vividly reflects this holiday's true, dark undertone. Similar to real life, Christmas can be a dark time for many people, each with their own, valid reason. How disturbing it is for a holiday—that is supposed to be bright, cheery, and optimistic can spur some to sadly commit suicide.

When you find someone who is depressed, (whether they be a family, friends, or acquaintances), do not be rude or flippant. It takes a lot for a depressed person to muster up enough courage to utter the words, "I'm depressed." Don't follow it up with, "Really? But it's Christmas. You have so much, and so much to live for. Come on, give us a smile." Seriously, that's cold, rude, uncaring and dismissive, leaving the depressed person feeling more invalidated, more alone and more depressed.

I feel when someone says "buck up" to someone going through depression, only says more about the person attempting to help: they personally don't want their fun to be ruined. Now how selfish is that?

On a serious note, if you are feeling overwhelmed or worse than overwhelmed during this time or ANY time, please dial this number below.

Regardless if nobody seems to be paying attention to you, or some don't seem to care, someone does care. Don't allow the sadness and the darkness consume you. You can be triumphant!

And if this isn't applicable to you, then share the number with a friend or family member who might be in state of silent crises. How can you tell if they are depressed? Invite them to chat. If they don't want to chat, just ask politely if you can sit or stand next to them. Is there an awkward silence between the two of you? It's no big deal, just keep silent and give these ones the support they need.*

Thank you for your time. Check out my commentary based solely on Catwoman in this movie which I'm planning to publish soon.

*It should be obvious that I am not a psychiatrist or therapist. If you're in need of help, the aforementioned number will provide the assistance you deserve.

#Batman #Batman Returns #Dark #Gothic #Mental Illness #Christmas #depressing #holiday depression #SAD #Seasonal Affective Disorder #BIpolar #depression #depressed #anxiety #crises hotline #sad

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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An accidental flash - Barry Allen x Wayne!reader

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Summary; interruption is often than not present in the life of justice, this time Barry Allen is involved

Warnings; nudity, fluff, awkwardness, erection, making out, swearing, brief mention of the talk, mention of murder and prison

The mission had been long and gruelling, and you were just happy that it was over. Being a member of the justice league was hard all on its own, throw being the daughter of Bruce Wayne into the mix, it was understandably a nightmare at times. Sweat riddled your body as though you were the ploy of a river, drowning in your own body’s function as you ripped off your mask and tossed it carelessly onto your bedroom floor; next, your target was the zipper at the front of your suit, luckily your father had fixed it, in the past it had a tendency to get stuck.

Though maybe it’d have been better if it were to have upheld you for a few minutes as you struggled to descend the line of metal teeth downwards, that way you’d have been covered whence an intruder whisked into your room. Everything usually ran slow for him, however this time appeared different, for he showed up just when your suit hit the ground, leaving you half naked, in nothing more than your panties. It took you a moment to even realise that he were there, at your doorway, mouth agape as he took in your exposed beauty.

His heart was practically fluttering out of his chest as he saw you in all your glory, even if it were from the back, and you were sufficiently oblivious to his wondering eyes. Your father would kill him if he ever knew that he were getting this kind of a view of his daughter, but he had yet to panic at that prospect, he was more so focused on how the wading of your spine rippled and the tiresome joints of your shoulders rolled as you stretched your back. Without much of a thought you turned around, with the mental security of the door to your room being closed.

But no longer was it as your eyes widened, and your hands scurried to cover your bare breasts; Barry too realised that his ogling had been a mistake, he knew it was wrong from the get go, but he was so fastened with the concept of being hypnotised by your oblivious magnificence that he’d hardly registered how definitely rude his wordless actions had been. “Oh- I, um- I’m sorry.” The boy stuttered, a flush ravishing his cheeks from being caught shamelessly peeping as he turned around, blocking your entrancing body from his eyes.

“I-it’s, it’s okay Barry.” You confided in him, as you desperately searched for a tee. This base was so new that you’d hardly had the time to move in, a shower sounded absolute, however you were going to need some clothes to change into afterwards. “Do you think you could get me a robe or something please, if it’s not too much?” Barry considered the or something portion of your enquiry as he removed his infamous red hoodie, turning towards you before realising his mistake once more.

“Sure.” He grimaced from his exact mistake again, trying not to begin too drool at the sight of you, moonwalking to reach you and handing you the hoodie, however he tripped over your suit, leaving him in despair on the ground, and you whom had also fallen atop of him. If he hadn’t been so distracted, he could have avoided the awkward scenario that had stumbled the two of you into the current position that you were clambered in. Barry gulped, feeling your breasts pressed straight against his chest, he could feel a masking of nervousness creeping over his neck, as his breath fanned over your upper lip.

“Hi.” He spoke softly, his eyes locked on your own. Doing so concealed his nervousness, and it showed that he had no intent to look elsewhere on your body. A smile sprung onto your lips as you felt the constant pounding in the speedster’s chest, it ravaged against your body as it pulmonary beat through the cage of his ribs, sending unintentional shock waves through your body. You licked your lips, a light furrow distorting your brows as you quirked yourself head at his words, eyes also engaged with frolicking in the visual of his own.

“Hi.” Was your repeat. It was strange to be so close to Barry, especially in this sense, but you weren’t entirely complaining. It was unknown how you were supposed to revel out of this position without him seeing you clad in nothing more than your underwear, a part of you was frustrated that you’d have to. And then you felt it, a solid notion against your leg, spurring from his jeans, and resting against your covered mound. “Please tell me that is your phone.”

An awkward smile, with stretched lips and shown teeth justified the truth; it indeed was no device. He had gotten hard from the accidental predicament that the pair of you had quite literally tumbled into. “Sorry.” He mumbled, about to look down, but remembering that was not such a good idea. “I can’t help it- you’re so beautiful in and out of clothes, and like, it’s my body, that has yours against it, if you get me?” He rambled, making you shake your head at him, and laugh lightly, causing him to freeze.

“Okay.” You replied, hardly believing that you were about to do such an act, as you learn down and pecked his lips. His entire body, and you meant entire, went rigid, lulling in the brief moment that your lips were against your own, a dazed and dopey expression contorting his face. “You good Allen?” You enquired with a pat to his chest, as he licked his lips, reminiscing in the taste of your own. He dumbly nodded, though he intently pulled you back down for another, elongated encore of the action.

The pair of you were enduring a passion, more innocent as it seemed, making you oblivious to the footsteps that gained closeness every moment that you spent revelled in one another. Perhaps no one would have known that you and Barry were entangled like so if your door were closed, but it was not, leaving a sufficient glance for any passers by. When Victor walked passed, he gave you a small applause, and a light catcall, making your head jolt up, only for Barry to pull it back down.

Arthur smirked and shook his head; kids. He said nothing and stoically traipsed past, whilst Dianna recalled that she ought to direct a motive talk to the pair of you later on. Those two were away from your senses. Barry’s hands found refuge on your back, pinning you closer against him as he felt you slither your tongue against his lips, and he was certainly more than happy to allow you entry into the warm and wet cavern of his mouth. He groaned when you tugged delightedly upon his dark locks, feeling how your tongue swirled around in his mouth, fighting and winning dominance in the realm.

It was quite the conjuncture to be caught in, more so by the billionaire in Gotham, the Batman. As soon as Bruce saw you, his daughter, and the young man that he recruited for the team attached in such ways that he did not appreciate, he called out your name, making you shiver against your team member as you looked up, terrified of the fact that he had seen you like this, with Barry! Really, you should have expected nothing more, or at least have shut the door, but you had been too occupied.

Bruce cleared his throat as a blush blossomed over Barry’s skin, he was internally terrified. If you weren’t atop of him, he’d have definitely sped away, saving his skin from the hell that he’d endure from your father. You expected your parent to shout, to scold you, to threaten the life of the man beneath you, but instead he diverted his eyes, and raised his brows, as he thought of the talk that he’d have to have with the pair of you later on. “The two of you missed the meeting, now I see why.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” Bolted from your mouth, but the only response that you earned from your father was him shutting the door, to everyone’s relief. “Fuck.” You groaned, dropping your head upon Barry’s chest. It was embarrassing, sure you were no longer some teenager that needed to be checked on every five minutes, or directed down a narrow path, but it was nerve wrecking all the same. You’d never wanted your father to see you like that, and if he had reprimanded you, that’d have been highly hypocritical all the same.

“He didn’t kill me.” Relief embezzled Barry as he heaved a heavy sigh, dropping his head back onto the carpet. “I mean if he did, then both our fathers would be in prison.” He spoke with a shrug, and you placed a sweet peck onto his jaw, causing a smile to reprimand presence onto his handsome and well structured face.

“Eh.” You shrugged considerably, Barry raising his brows at your reaction, that had yet to be finished. “He’d have someone cover it up, and he’d still be a free man. Money can do quite a lot. For all we know, he’s plotting on taking you out when you least expect it.” You reasoned, making his hands pause their stroking on your back.

“I must insist on another kiss before that happens then.” He puckered his lips, but rather than receiving a diligent peck opposed onto the surface of them, your forefinger pressed down on them, halting his hopes for a continuation.

“Take me on a date Allen.” You winked at him as you stood, no longer covering up from his gaze as you grasped his hoodie, and retreated into the attached bathroom. You were certainly something else, and if Bruce were to kill him in some way, he was sure it’d be worth it. When he was with you, he liked to endure everything slowly, and appreciate every notion in progress that you made, whether it be a true smile or a blunt roll of your eyes.

The sound of the stream from the shower turning on alerted his ears that you were now cleansing yourself, he too thought that sounded like a good idea, and thus he vacated to his own room and did so, singing lightly in the shower as he thought of where he could take you for a first date.

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God Help Me*

Word Count: 2,306

Status: Not Requested!

Fandom: Orange Is The New Black

A/N: Just watched some more of oitnb and felt that Joe was an underrated character. So, here's something dirty for the dirty dog!

Relationship: Joe Caputo x Female Reader

Summary: (Based loosely on S3:E7 (”Tongue-Tied”) where the new recruits for security are supposed to be getting the 40 hours of training, but denied by the new employers. Specifically, when Bayley makes his mistake with the pepper spray incident, Caputo is outraged, in the need of a break. Luckily, you know how to ease his tension.

Warnings: language, age-gap pairing, against laws, forbidden, smut, retardation name calling (once, not me though, a line from the show!)

Taglist: @intersellars-the-networks-of-eve @snapessecretdiary

Masterlist Orange Is The New Black Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits to @thompsonconnors}

"What the fuck was that?" Joe Caputo asks, confused and struggling to keep up with the messes every corner he turns. "You assess the situation and you respond with the appropriate level of force! And you never, ever, ever discharge your weapon unless it's absolutely necessary!" he continues, not done just yet. "And if you do, and that weapon happens to be pepper spray, you better damn well make sure you're upwind!"

Bayley, the new recruit, alongside Donaldson, a long-term member of this prison, look down, ashamed of themselves. Blinking their eyes every so often, the pain in their eyes searing with the combination of the regret in how they got in this position in the first place and the stinging pepper spray.

Motioning towards Bayley, Caputo continues with his mantra, "You are a trigger-happy knucklehead who just got out of diapers," now turning his attention to Donaldson, "But you, how could you let this happen?" he finishes, exasperated.

Donaldson, finding some courage, fires back, "Sir, with all due respect, I'm not a nanny." He may have screwed up, but he is not putting his life on the line for an idiot.

"No! You are an officer with 20 plus years' experience, and your job was to impart some wisdom on fucking Baby Huey over here!" Caputo spits, motioning towards Bayley once more.

"Well, this is what happens when you put untrained officers in gen pop," Donaldson says once more, although very quickly and almost fearfully. As if he were a child talking back to his parents.

"You don't think I know that? I fucking know that!" Caputo says once more, placing a hand over his head, letting out a tired sigh as he walks back behind his desk. "Bayley, I should be firing your ass," he motion towards the young man with two pointed fingers.

"I know," is all he manages meekly.

"But, it's your first day, so I'm gonna chalk this up to mental retardation. If you so much as look at an inmate wrong in the next week, you're out of here!" Caputo motions with a "whoosh." Now looking Bayley up and down in disbelief, he catches the small paper taped to his chest as well, "Take that stupid fucking name tag off."

As the men nod once more, he finishes with, "Now go! Get your asses down to medical and get an eyewash. And read the stupid fucking manuals!" he grunts, shaking the book in question and slamming it on his desk as the officers leave.

Throwing himself into his chair, he almost considers kicking and flailing around like a child in order to let off steam, but he is quickly denied the chance as you knock and burst through his office within a second.

“Sir.”

“What is it now?” he asks quietly, a hand holding his head up by his chin, fingers covering his now closed eyes.

“Well- uhm- well...” you continue, quite nervous as you don’t know where his hostility had come from, you being unsure whether it was your doing or not. It was uncharted waters you weren’t sure on stepping into or not.

“What. Is. It!?” he yells now, eyes wide open, hands clutching the ends of his armrests. Making you yelp and jump a bit, taking a few steps back into the doorway.

Seeing this reaction, he sighs once more, taking in your wide eyes and slightly tense posture, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s been a long day, okay?”

“I-I understand sir.”

“How many times have I told you to call me Joe, or Caputo if that’s what floats your boat?” he says, an attempt to coax you out of your startled state.

“I’m sorry s- Caputo. I only wanted to tell you that I bought ya’ something. A little gift, I guess.” you say, a blush tinting your cheeks.

“What? You didn’t have to get me anything!” He smiles now, relieving you, and bringing a smile to your own features at his now somewhat upbeat mood.

“Well, ya’ know...I remember you telling me about a band of yours, right?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he smirks, looking back at fond memories and the new ones with his new band.

“Well, since your style of music was rock, and I just so happened to be in the area of a new music store, I found some goodies there!” Pulling a seat in front of his desk, you grab the wrapped presents from the waistband of your belt, having hidden it behind your back in attempt to completely surprise him.

He smiles at your childish antics, lightly taking the wrapped good from your small, delicate hands. Unwrapping the smallest one, he finds a box underneath the covers. Opening it, his smile grows bigger as his eyes meet a black guitar pick, a skull etched into it and painted white.

His eyes meet yours for a second, a fondness there, looking back down once more as he admires it. “I love it,” he says after a second.

“That’s not all!” you say, excited now as he already likes one of the things you’ve picked out for him, pulling out a medium-sized present next. You take this sudden change of attitude as a sign, wanting to hopefully ease the stresses the guards and staff have been taking, especially Joe.

Taking it from your hands once more, your hands make contact, the blush on your face intensifying a little more. Unwrapping the present, he finds a black bandanna, his band name printed onto it, matching the guitar pick. He giggles at this, tying it around his head for your view.

You laugh as well as you go to hand him the biggest and last of the presents, his eyes lighting up once he finds what it is. “Nu-uh! You didn’t! This must’ve cost a fortune!” he almost yells now, a genuine leather guitar strap in his grip as he jumps up from his seat.

“No, actually they gave me a little discount on it. It took a lot of searching to get the one you’ve been specifically looking for, but the guy said I was cute- anyway! I just thought you needed these since work has been beating your ass,” you say, smirking lightly.

“You didn’t need to do this,” he says, settling back into his seat as he grasps your hands lightly, still star-struck as he looks at the strap still in his hand.

The gesture was innocent, but as time goes on, you blush a deep red, him still not letting go of your hands. Noticing this, he goes to pull away, clearing his throat, standing, and straightening out his suit. There, you notice a slight tent in his pants, igniting a flame in your belly.

“Well, thank you Miss Y/L/N, these were very nice...”

“Anytime...” you say slyly, dragging on your words as you stand as well, not bothering to fix your pants as it sticks tightly to your ass and thighs.

He looks down, gulping as he takes in your curves he usually tries to ignore, clearing his throat once more as his eyes meet yours. Only now did he realize the close proximity between the two of you, you intending to lean in and fix his tie. As you do so, he grabs your hand, pulling it away, “Don’t tempt me. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Oh, I’m pretty damn sure I do,” you say as you pull him down to your height by the tie, pulling at the base of his neck, kissing him now.

Breaking apart for a moment, you make your way around the desk, perching yourself atop it as you pull him between your legs, kissing him once more. Tongues fighting for dominance, you tease him, sucking on it, and nibbling on his lips. He growls, the tent now very evident in his pants, the tightness an annoying constriction.

He pulls away once more, going to lock his office door, having placed a ‘On a lunch break’ sign above his name. Making his way back over to you, his lips attach to yours once more, moving to remove your weaponry belt. You do the same, unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt, moving to leave kisses, bites and hickeys.

Continuing your attack, you move your hand to his belt, working quickly as he unbuttons your shirt, exposing your constricted, perky breasts. He grunts once more, adding to your eagerness as you finally get his belt out of the loops. Now both full of impatience, you unleash his cock, him doing the same for your breasts and pants. Completely removing everything from your being, leaving your half-unbuttoned shirt.

Not wasting time, he starts to work your clit, moisturizing ever bit of you as he collects it and moves his finger in all the most special parts, lubricating your core with ease. You grip his cock, teasing it as you run your finger along the slit at the top, precum already oozing. Looking him in the eyes, you notice his golden browns now a dark chocolate eyes, admiration sparkling them as he looks back at you.

You moan as he enters a finger into your core, soon adding another as you loosen yourself for him. Finally, when he deems you ready, he reaches into one of the desk drawers, pulling out a condom. Motioning to him, he hands it over, letting you take over and do the honors. He simply places both arms on either side of your form, caging you in his embrace, smirking down at you.

Finally, once the condom was rolled onto his member, he goes to line himself up to your entrance, tip placed right at the beginning, not crossing the threshold just yet. “Are you sure?” is all he asks, wanting consent.

Knowing that this is wrong, you contemplate your options. You have already thought of the many ways he could take you, having been attracted to the older man for many years. Looking him in the eyes, you nod, “I’ve wanted this for too fucking long.”

With this new reassurance, he thrusts deeply, not giving you a chance to adjust just yet, pushing in and not stopping until he’s bottomed out. Taking a breath, you relish in the familiar sting of being stretched out, leaning back on your elbows for a minute. When you’re finally ready, you grab onto his shoulders, nodding once again.

He starts slow, not wanting to hurt you, but, as you bite his pulse point, he jumps, taking the hint. Pounding into you mercilessly now, you moan and scream loudly, meeting his thrusts with the same momentum and speed, wanting this just as much as he does.

Instead, wanting to hold onto this feeling for as long as you can manage, you busy yourself with admiring and teasing the man before you. Specifically when he switches positions slightly, hitting your g-spot, your hands find their way into the tiny tufts of hair remaining on his balding scalp. Tugging lightly, he groans, pounding harder.

“Fuck!” you choke out, “I’m gonna cum! Joe! I’m gonna cum!”

“Just hold on a bit more, I’m almost there!”

Using his hands, he moves one to your clit, rubbing hard circles, intensifying the pleasure. You moan, the pleasure almost too much for you, settling for leaning your head on his chest. The chest hair tickles your nose, making you giggle between whimpers, kissing him there every so often.

With all your strength, you try to maintain your composure, the knot in your stomach begging for release. But, as you feel his dick twitch, the veins touching every inch of your walls deliciously, you couldn’t hold on any longer, milking his cock. With the sudden tightness and feeling of warmth bursting against him, he continues to thrust just a few seconds more, riding you through your orgasm as he meets his.

As he slowly comes down from his high, he sighs peacefully, placing his head underneath yours and in the crevice of your neck. You kiss the top of his head as you take his weight, leaning back on your hands, one wrapped around his neck. After a moment, as he now goes soft within your being, he pulls out, disposing the condom.

Smiling, the two of you joke and throw clothes at each other as you get changed again. “So what are we now, Joe?”

“Well, it’d be fucked up to say nothing after mind-blowing-sex, now wouldn’t it?”

“I guess...So does that mean we’re together?”

“Do you want to? I would’a thought a young girl like you would want someone who can keep up with ya’?”

“I mean yeah...but they aren’t you, Joe. I want you,” you say honestly.

“Shit...�� he mutters, smiling now, “This is the best thing that’s happened to me all day.”

“Is that a ‘yeah’?”

“Hell yeah it is!” he says happily, “Now how about round 2?”

“You’re on Old Man,” you say giggling, hopping into his lap on his desk, kissing him once more.

However your giggling and kisses get cut short with a knock on the door. You sigh, getting off of him not and making sure your clothes are straightened out.

“I guess not...” you say defeated.

“Well...Not right now,” Joe answers, going to the door, giving a sly wink as he opens it.

Work is only temporary, you know this. You’ll get all the time you need with him tonight.

#joe caputo x reader #joe caputo imagine #joe caputo #oitnb #oitnb imagine #orange is the new black #orange is the new black imagine #alan aisenberg #bayley #nick sandow #nick sandow imagine #nick sandow x reader #donaldson

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 3 years

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The Cold Offends Me

PART OF THE VIPER & THE WILD THING COLLECTION

A/N: Until like three days ago I had no plans to ever write for Oberyn Martell. But we all know what happens to plans whether you make them or not so here we are. (also, at least 45% of the blame for this is on @something-tofightfor who relentlessly bombarded me with Oberyn gifs one night until I had no choice but to start daydreaming.) Anyway! This will not be a chapter series that follows a plot as much as it will be a collection of related one-shots. I have two more that are brewing on the back burner, but for the most part, this “series” is entirely open to requests and prompts, so if there is anything you’d like to see from this pairing, please feel free to visit my inbox!

Warning: sex, mention of non-consensual sex, language. THIS IS A SMUT if you are a youngin’ please click away.

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Though you work in one of the nicer brothels in King’s Landing- it could be worse!- your life is not at all what you would have chosen for yourself. What happens when a request for warmth turns into an offer for much more?

Seven fucking hells.

From your place amongst the pillows, you watched the taught, sinewy muscles of his back and shoulders move as he leaned over to set his goblet down. A slight sheen of sweat clung to his body, the light from at least a dozen candles making him look even more like a statue carved from bronze or gold than a man made of blood and bone than he already did, and you couldn’t help the satisfied smile that crept over your lips knowing you had been the one to slick his skin that way. Glancing down at your chest though you saw that he had done the same to you, your soft flesh damp and shimmering in the flickering light. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress a laugh from slipping out. It has been a while since the last time anyone’s…

The sound of the silver cup making contact with the wooden table beside the bed cut your thoughts short as he turned back towards you. You had just enough time to see the darkness in his eyes ignite before his hands were clutching the sides of your face, fingers pushing through your hair as he pulled you into a kiss. He didn’t hold back a throaty sigh as he let you sample the sweet wine still coating his tongue. That’s not all that I taste. You grinned around the thought, a wave of warmth rolling through your belly as he flicked his tongue inside your mouth as though reminding you how that same motion felt when he had done it earlier, between your legs. A small moan made it passed your lips and beyond his as he dropped his lower half down over your hips.

Gods, why can’t they all be like this?

You had slept with highborn men before, but once they shed their fancy robes and embroidered silks they looked and felt the same as the common swine you regularly serviced, the only real difference being the smell. And not always. Some things even rosewater couldn’t help. This one though, he smelled of spice and citrus and something else you couldn’t quite place. Something enticing. Everything about him was enticing.

It almost felt wrong, wanting him to touch you, to use up his body and yours until there was nothing left of either of you. In all the years you’d lived and worked there you couldn’t recall ever feeling anything but forced, false enthusiasm, your cheeks aching from all the strung up smiles. You couldn’t recall a single encounter in which you had chosen to stay mentally present for the duration. Yet since the Red Viper had arrived in King’s Landing a few days prior, you had made it your goal to commit every second spent with him coiled around you to memory, even if it meant sharing him with others. Words flew more swiftly than sparrows in the city, so you had already heard that the Prince and his entourage would be staying for roughly a month, a few weeks on either side of that rat Joffery’s wedding. You knew that if he continued to frequent the establishment as he had been, you’d have plenty of chances to work on that commitment.

But if you were being honest with yourself, which you rarely were since lying made things more bearable in your line of work, you knew that it could never be enough. He’d fucked you three times already that night, and each time had been different, the man never repeating the same touch, changing his speed and pressure, using his teeth and tongue in bold ways that made you feel as though he was experimenting, using your body as a medium for his art. While you were more than willing to be both muse and material for him, you were less willing to think about what would happen when he left the wretched city. For as much opulence as there seemed to be an abundance of, King’s Landing, seven hells, all of Westeros didn’t have a single artisan who could compare to Oberyn Martell in this and likely many other regards.

If he was going to be the first and only man who made you feel alive, like your desires mattered, like your body was in fact your own, then you wanted to make the most of it. Taking the waistband of his trousers in your hands, the material bunched tightly, you pulled him even closer, simultaneously grinding your hips up, fitting them against his like precisely placed pieces of a puzzle.

“You don’t need to be shy with me,” he had told you and the others that he and Ellaria had chosen on their first visit. “We are all here for the same thing. So if you want something,” he had his right arm wrapped around the slender torso of his paramour, palming one of her supple breasts as he spoke. She nuzzled into his side but kept her eyes on you, watching as he reached to take you by the chin with his left hand, pulling you close enough to kiss but stopping with barely enough space between his lips and yours for air to pass between you. You gasped, chest heaving as he smiled salaciously down at you. “Take it.”

That’s what you were doing now, taking what you wanted.

He finally broke the kiss, but only to nudge your jaw with his nose, one hand moving your hair out of his way so that he could continue teasing you with the things his tongue could do. You slid your palms over his back, fingers finding the raised ridge of a long since healed scar midway down the right side of his spine. He had a few of them, but they were all old and faded, hard to find with your eyes, easy to feel as you touched him though. A jagged line like a bolt of lightning topped his right shoulder, a stippled round patch marked the outside of his left thigh, and there was a pair of red dots near his left wrist that looked like it had been left behind by a snakebite. All proof of how vividly he lived his life, unafraid of pain or danger, accepting and seeking out every challenge he could find, never compromising until he had squeezed every ounce of juice from each experience he had.

You would let him squeeze you down to the pulp, gladly giving yourself to someone who actually appreciated the act. Someone who seemed to savor you and not just where inside your body you’d allow him. For Oberyn, there were no limits on your body.

“Had I known there were precious treasures like you hidden up here in the North,” he purred into the crook of your neck as one hand followed its own agenda, roaming your rib cage, the other still stroking softly through your hair. “I would have made the trip much sooner, if only just to have you once.” Fuck. You didn’t doubt him, and that made it even more agonizing to hear. “You are not at all like any Northerner I’ve known.”

You bit your bottom lip and let out a small breathy laugh. “True Northerners would be offended to hear you say that, you know. To them, we’re all Southerners.”

Oberyn blew a puff of air through his lips. “And the cold offends me. I do not care if I offend the lords of ice and snow.” His attention was drawn to the circles he was tracing over your sternum with one bejeweled finger. “They are all so stiff. So frigid.” He flattened his palm over the area he’d just been focused on, deep brown eyes lifting to seek out yours. “Not like you.”

“I am a whore, my prince,” you reminded him of your place playfully, combing your fingers through the crown of silvery strands that struck through the dark locks near his hairline. “I am paid to be warm.”

“Is that so?” That menacing glint was back in his grin and you understood why he was associated with the viper, the predator striking with lightning speed and deadly venom just as he was now. One hand traveled down your body to tease the crease where your thigh met your hip, and you gasped involuntarily at the contact. “Then why are you so warm when I have not yet handed over a single gold coin?” He dragged his fingers down between your legs. His eyes narrowed, lips dropping open as he slipped one digit into you, seemingly enjoying the breathless sounds you made.

Gods, he’s going to kill me.

He didn’t wait for your answer, perhaps knowing already that you didn’t have one. Instead he touched his forehead to yours, his hair damp against your scalp. “Stay with me tonight.” It wasn’t an order or a demand, simply a confident request, one he had surely never been denied. “Keep me warm.” Adding a second finger, he swirled them in a slow circle and watched you writhe under his touch. “I miss the heat of the sun in Dorne.” Curling his pointer and middle fingers slowly, he went on. “I miss the beauty of the water gardens at Sunspear. But you,” he pulled his fingers from your body then, your hips lurching up to follow his hand. “You have the sun in you.”

You felt completely helpless as you let out a whine at the sight of him licking clean the fingers he’d just had inside of you, the flutter of his eyelashes as he tasted you the only indication that he was even remotely close to cracking the same way that you were. “The sun?” You hummed as his touch returned, his other hand skimming across your skin. I hardly see the sun unless it’s through a shuttered window. “If you feel the sun when you’re with me my Prince, I can assure you it’s your doing.”

You knew it was the truth and he didn’t argue with you.

“Whatever the reason,” he assured you, “l have not been so warm since arriving in this pit of a city, and tonight I don’t want to be cold. Stay with me.”

Your heart slammed inside your chest as he made the request again, your throat tightening with how badly you wanted to say yes. Swallowing, you took a breath and steeled yourself to try to steer him away from the idea. A whole night of this… of him it’s too much. It will be too hard to... Shaking your head, you wet your lips and stretched them into a smile. “I’m sure you’re already sorely missed by someone else, my Prince. Someone who could keep you just as warm I’m sure.”

You hadn’t been with Ellaria in any meaningful sense of the word- yes, you both had been present on their first day in King’s Landing, but she was preoccupied with some of the other girls while you and one of the young men spent time with Oberyn. But you didn’t need to have been with the woman to know what she was capable of, her ravenous appetite flashing in her eyes with the same intensity that you’d seen in the Prince’s. I’m sure she is-

“We are not each other’s property, Ellaria and I.” He crushed your thoughts, touch roaming your torso, grasping at your flesh to punctuate his words with physical meaning. “We don’t put limitations on what we allow ourselves to do when it comes to pleasure.” You fought to suppress a whimper as you felt his tongue and then his teeth nip at the juncture of your throat and shoulder. All of a sudden you felt him flip you around so your back was to him, his deft hands finding your waist and spinning you with ease. “We deny each other nothing when it comes to our desires.” Sliding both hands up to your chest, he gave a deliberate squeeze and rolled his hips into yours from behind you, pulling you backwards to eliminate any empty space that remained. “Do you understand what I am telling you?”

“Yes,” the word came out in a breathy sigh, and you weren’t sure if you were answering him or reacting to the way that he was making you feel.

“No.” He said it firmly but his tone had a hint of excitement. “No, I don’t think that you do.” He let one hand travel down your body to the apex of your thighs, his rings cool against your stomach, the smooth links of the chains and pendants he wore pressing into your back as you gasped. “But I’m going to make you understand.”

— — — —

Some time later, after you’d acquiesced to his plea to join him through the entire night, the two of you lay draped over one another, spent but still soaking up as much contact as you could. He hadn’t taken his hands off of you for longer than it took to pour from the decanter of wine or reach for the washcloth in the basin next to the bed. He’d hardly taken his eyes off of you either, scanning every last bit of you. You were surprised when he started talking, asking you personal questions that had nothing to do with your body or his or what he wanted to do with and to and for you.

“Where are you from then, if not the North?” His eyebrows came together in genuine curiosity as he asked the question. He didn’t look away from your collarbone as he waited for your response, watching his own thumb run along the ridge of it as though he were trying to memorize the place where it dipped into your throat.

You hummed, unable to remember the last time you actually enjoyed being with one of your clients. But he’s not at all like them. No man you ever had the misfortune of having to fuck had ever asked you what your name was or where you were from or what you wanted from them. They were soldiers and sailors, gutter rats who knew you were one of them without having to ask. “I’m from right here,” you responded, combing your fingers through his hair before catching his earlobe and tugging to urge his mouth down to yours.

He kissed you- gods, he kissed you like he intended to take you apart all over again using only his tongue- then pulled back and let his exploratory touch begin charting the valley of your chest. “Right here?” He asked, and you closed your eyes as you felt his warm breath hitting the skin he’d just been tracing. “King’s Landing, you mean?”

Warmth pierced your abdomen as he dropped his lips to your body and you sucked in a breath. “Yes,” you answered, sounding every bit as desperate and dizzy as he was making you feel. You clenched a fistful of his hair, and the small rumble of a groan vibrated against your ribs before he dragged his lips towards one breast without lifting them away, licking at the goosebumps he was raising along his path. But that’s not really what I meant. “King’s Landing, yes, but-”

He picked his head up then, resting his chin in the center of your chest, his meticulously groomed beard softer than you thought it would be as it brushed your flesh. “But?” He dropped his lips teasingly to your body, eyes still on you as he dared you to continue your sentence.

He did ask. Since it was the first time anyone had, you figured you owed him a complete answer. “But I meant here,” you let your eyes roll around the room, at the windows draped in colorful fabrics, the tables laden with wine and exotic fruits, the walls, made to look like the building was a palace instead of the prison it had become. “Here, this brothel.”

You tried to slip your other hand into his hair to join the first as you let your gaze fall back to him, but he caught your wrist and stopped you, reaching up to circle his long fingers around your other wrist as well. “What?” He moved back up the bed then to settle beside you, still holding your wrists.

The sweep and press of his thumb over your pulse made you suck in a breath, and as you looked over at him, you saw a look of confusion and concern in his eyes. This isn’t what you pay for, Oberyn. Why are you doing this? You shook your head and tried for one of your practiced smiles. “This is my home. It’s where I…grew up. I was born here. My mother was a…”

“A whore?” He supplied the word but didn’t fill it with the disdain and judgement that most did when they spat your title at you as a reminder of your place in the world. You knew that he didn’t put such meaning into words like whore or bastard. One was a profession, the other a term for a child born of passion, and in his eyes, in the eyes of the Dornish people, those things were not filth to be hidden or ashamed of. With the surname Waters, you fell into both categories. He let go of your far wrist, letting that hand drop to your bare stomach, but his thumb continued to run up and down over the veins of the one he still held.

You nodded. “Yes. As soon as I was old enough, I worked in the kitchens, scrubbing dishes, cleaning bedding.” You watched his chest rise and fall as you spoke but felt his sharp eyes on your face. “When my mother became too… old to do her job, it became my responsibility to earn our keep. Now that it's just me I…” You shrugged. He asked, you reminded yourself again. “Well, I have no other… no skills or-”

“You didn’t choose this?” He lifted the hand he had on your stomach to push a piece of hair behind your ear, fingertips grazing the outer helix and drifting down to the tender skin just beneath it. “You… wouldn’t choose this?”

Despite the honesty in his question, the tingling sensation that his touch sent through your bones and the way he was looking at you, you had to laugh. “No,” you shook your head. “Some girls,” gesturing with one hand you twirled it and arched an eyebrow, “some boys? Some of them choose this. But I… was born into it.”

You didn’t know what you expected to see on his face when you looked back up at him, but it certainly hadn’t been anger. Oh, I shouldn’t have- “That is unacceptable.” What? Before you could ask him to elaborate or try to de-escalate the conversation, turn it back towards pleasure like you’d been taught to, he had your face between his hands, your eyes locked with his. “Pleasure should not come at the cost of anyone’s freedom. You shouldn’t have to-” His nostrils flared slightly then and he took a breath through his nose, eyes falling closed briefly before opening again. “Come back to Dorne with Ellaria and I. Let me take you from here.”

The thought of it was too good to entertain, too tempting to take seriously, and it made it too hard to breathe. You were property of Lord Petyr Baelish, it wasn’t that simple. Blinking away the shock of his request, you again tried to lighten things with a smile. “So I can be your pet down in Sunspear?”

“No.” He leaned in and kissed you then, his top lip curling against yours before you felt his grip move to the back of your head and the side of your neck. “I would never put you in a cage like a pet,” he murmured into your mouth. “You are a wild thing. And if you came back with me,” he rubbed the tip of his nose along yours. “You could run as wild as you wanted. Completely untethered.”

“No one is completely free in Westeros.” You couldn’t help the slight sadness from entering your tone as you told him the truth about your home.

“They are in Dorne,” he promised.

“And if I came to Dorne,” you mused, playing with the still open drawstring of his trousers, “would I be confined to the water gardens? What would you require of me?”

“Nothing.” He answered with a shake of his head. “Wild spirits cannot be tamed. When they are, they turn sad, resentful. They grow bitter. They die.” Staring into your eyes, you felt the earnest truth in his words. “I would only hope that with your freedom you would choose to return to me.”

If there was a free soul in existence who wouldn’t return to him, they were out of their minds.

“I would return to you as often as you’d have me.” Your breathless response came quicker than you would have liked, but what he was offering you was so tempting even your cautious attempts at reigning in your enthusiasm weren’t enough and you cursed yourself for it. “But what about…” you let out a breath and waved a hand around the room. “What about Lord Baelish? What about-“

“I told you already,” he brought a finger up and laid it on top of your still swollen, wine stained lips. “I take what I want. And what I want is to see you as free as you were meant to be.” He leaned in to press his lips to yours, his finger still stuck between. “So you leave that to me, Wild one. Now,” he brought his hand down to wrap around your wrist, pulling you into the bend in his arm. “Show me how you stay warm up here in the North.”

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thegreatobsesso · 2 years

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Disaster friends Callie + Simon :D

Summary: Callie and Simon are stuck together via court order and accidental telepathic bond and Callie’s bad dreams make it hard for poor Simon to get a good night’s sleep. Enemies-to-friends arc activate!!!

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Simon POV

The walls were closing in and it jolted him from sleep.

The line between them hadn’t been this blurred since the thing first happened and he’d been so far inside the nightmare it felt like the experience was his own: a terrible, dark room underwater. The sound of screams, of metal doors clanging violently on their hinges. Being trapped and alone, left to die.

He flipped on the lamp next to couch, relief flooding in at the sight of his quarters and not those four walls. The force of it had woken him, but she was still dreaming up there, still in the cell.

He couldn’t sleep like this. And even if he could - could he let her?

He pulled his robe over his pajamas and headed up the stairs, willing his heartbeat to slow. She’d probably get mad at him. He didn’t care. He couldn’t bear another second of sharing this particular mental landscape.

Callie was visible by moonlight only, lying on her stomach in his bed, crushing the pillow in a vice grip. He’d control her if he had to. God knew what she’d do, being forcibly roused from a bad dream. He sat, relieved to see she was actually wearing clothes, and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Wake up.”

Her brow creased, and she whimpered. fight, fight, have to fight.

“Hey,” he said again, louder this time. “Callie.”

Her eyes shot open; she jumped back and grabbed his wrist.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly. “It’s just me, you were having a nightmare.”

Her hair was an unkempt mess and she stared at him with unfocused eyes, maintaining her iron grip. “Bennett?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Just me. It’s okay.”

i’m here? you’re here? delaney? no, no, no, no if it’s not real-

A fractured series of thoughts poured from her, uncertainty about whether to trust her senses. The contact made it stronger. lost it down there, how do I even know this is real, how do I know I ever even came up, how do I know-

“It’s real,” he said, slowly prying her fingers off him. “I’m real, you’re here. Calm down.”

She pulled her hand against her chest like she’d hurt it, blinking to clear a fog.

“Go away,” she choked. stay stay stay stay stay stay i’m scared i don’t wanna be alone

“Please say what you mean,” he pleaded, the divide between her words and her thoughts splitting his mind apart. “I don’t know what to do when you-”

She uncurled herself in a frighteningly quick motion, shoved him away, stumbled out of bed.

“I need to get out of here,” she gasped, gripping the windowsill opposite him. The moonlight threw her silhouette into relief, her messy hair, taut arms and shoulder muscles - Ken’s pajamas, a camisole and drawstring shorts. “I can’t take being shut up like this, I need air, I need…”

Past the solitary confinement cell, there was another cage, a worse one - her childhood bedroom, where she was shut up as a last recourse for being bad. She beat the door on this one too, screamed nasty things, locked in from the outside. But there was no time frame for release here; it was conditional upon submission.

Sweetness.

“I’m sorry,” he said, replying to it all out loud. “I saw some of it, but… I didn’t know.”

He wasn’t trying to do that to her - he, Simon. Never. He wasn’t, but it didn’t matter. She’d screamed at him and he got angry and left her up here, left food for her on the floor.

Fuck.

“You can leave,” he found himself saying, watching from behind as she wiped a shaky hand across her face. “Come downstairs with me, seriously. You’re not trapped up here. Come on.”

She nodded and followed him numbly, down the spiral stairs to his main living quarters, and then left him behind, heading straight for the small kitchen. He watched her wordlessly as she raided his cupboard, uncorked a bottle of red wine and downed half of it without taking a breath. The remaining liquid sloshed as she lowered it, and she wiped her mouth while inspecting the label.

“Nineteen eighty,” she read, and hiccuped. “Excellent year.”

She raised a single eyebrow and held it out for him.

“No thanks,” he said carefully. “I thought we could-”

She shrugged and brought the bottle neck back to her mouth, downing the rest in the same fashion. When it was gone she slammed it on the table with a clunk.

He stared - should he have stopped her? “I didn’t mean to re-traumatize you,” he said. “I would’ve never-”

“I’m not traumatized,” she said, and hiccuped again. “I’m, I’m angry, and I…”

She held a finger up like she was about to make a very important point, but stood like that for so long he wondered if she forgot what she was going to say.

“I am a mess,” she decided upon, and then she swayed, leaning on the kitchen table. “And you’re, you’re so, I dunno, all-together. Everybody loves you. You got all this,” she said, dragging out all while she swept her free hand around the space, “and me? I got nothing. Nothing! And I tried, you know, I really did. I might not’ve known what I was doing but I fuckin’ tried. And, uh, it doesn’t matter, you know? Nothing you can do is gonna work when it’s wrong here.”

She jabbed a shaky finger into the middle of her forehead, and then brought it down and stopped just short of her chest.

“It was wrong before I killed him,” she said, her voice wobbling. “It’s always been wrong, always, always.”

She swayed again and this time it worried him. He closed the distance between them quickly and caught her arm. She didn’t push him away, but she didn’t lean on him either.

“I’m not perfect, you know,” he said quietly. “I don’t know where you get the idea I am, but I’m not.”

She looked up at him and made a gagging sound, and then swallowed thickly and closed her eyes. “I’m gonna be really drunk soon,” she croaked.

“Yeah, I should say so.”

He held onto her arm, afraid that if he let her go, she’d fall. Best to get the next part out while there was still a chance she’d remember it.

“I don’t wanna spend the next year fighting with you,” he said, “but you’re right, you didn’t ask for this. You have the right to be angry, and, I wish that you’d talk to me but I’m not gonna just lock you up until you’re nice. I never, I never meant to make you feel that way and I’m sorry.”

Her face crumpled again and she shoved him; not hard, just to convey her displeasure.

“Don’t say that,” she moaned. “Don’t you say I’m sorry to me, that’s the stupidest most backwards thing I ever heard, I’m the one who should say it and I can’t, I can’t even do it ‘cuz it wouldn’t be enough.” She swallowed, winced. “Oh, God,” she breathed. “I don’t feel so good.”

He nodded. “Well, I was gonna suggest going for a walk or even just being out on the balcony for a bit, but then you chugged an entire bottle of merlot.”

haven’t had a drop of booze for six years, he caught. forgot how much it doesn’t help

“It’s being alone, right?” he asked. “And closed in, like solitary. If-”

He shook his head. “Look, the bed’s big enough for the both of us and then some. I have to get some sleep, Callie, so if you want me to just sleep there too tonight, please just say so.”

He felt the craving rolling off her - warmth, a heartbeat, a shield against how crazy she went when she was alone, and he doubted it mattered who as long as it was someone.

She nodded, sniffled, and gripped his arm as he took her back upstairs.

A few days ago this would’ve been too strange to handle but at the moment he was too exhausted to make much of it at all except the possibility of peaceful sleep. There was space between them to spare, but it was close enough, allowed for the sharing of enough body heat to convince her she wasn’t actually hallucinating inside a solitary confinement cell.

He’d been in and out of every crevice of her mind, or so he thought, but he hadn’t realized it was quite this bad. She laid down with her back to him, pulling the blankets up over her shoulders.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she muttered, her mouth smashed into the pillow, and he caught in the broken-down intoxication of her mind that she was trying to be funny. “I never did this, y’ know? Sleep with somebody when I didn’t sleep with ‘em first.”

Ten seconds later she was snoring, and past the back of her head, snow gathered quietly on the windowsill outside. He didn’t remember much else and when he woke again it was morning; he’d slept deeply, and neither of them dreamt about anything at all.

#OC: Callie #OC: Simon #writing snippet #writing excerpt #my WIP #original novel #original writing #writeblr #scene #angst #enemies to friends #enemies to found family #tw: language #tw: alcohol #disaster friends

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rapsgoddess · 3 years

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Washing Machine Heart Part 1. (Erik Killmonger x OC)

This is unedited so please have mercy on me in the notes 😭

Nahla knew she didn’t mean a thing to him. Next to being a mercenary, Erik was a player. He came and went as he pleased, spent his nights with more than one woman, and didn’t feel a single shred of regret whenever his girls would pour out their hearts to him.

Nahla knew she didn’t mean a single thing to him, yet she still somehow fell in love.

It was a painful realization. One that she came to during one of Erik’s many long term absences. It was another sleepless night for her and she was sitting in bed with her laptop open to her right and her keyboard directly in front of her. For the past week, the same melody had been on loop inside her head. A broken tune that conveyed so much sorrow that it nearly brought her to tears whenever she hummed it. Each day after she got home from work, she would add onto the melody bit by bit, putting in different instruments and sounds to create a beautiful symphony.

When it came time to write lyrics for the song, all she could envision was a tune about unrequited love. The same unrequited love that she had been feeling for a while.

It wasn’t until she put a name to that feeling when she finally realized how she truly felt about Erik.

She decided to try and keep things suppressed for a while, hoping that her childish feelings of romance would disappear after a few days.

They didn’t.

When Erik returned a few weeks later, she didn’t, know how to act. The man made it known that he was not committed to anybody, and Nahla was no exception. On the rare occasion Nahla would catch a glimpse of him on social media, she would see him surrounded by women who looked as if they could be models. Women who were leagues ahead of her. The photos never failed to resurrect her insecurities. They made her question why Erik even bothered to give her the time of day. Yet those insecurities melted away whenever he came to visit her.

Flash forward to the present, and Nahla found herself laying next to Erik’s naked frame in her bed. The faint sound of her washing machine echoed throughout the house, giving a sort of rhythmic banging as her shoes tussled around inside. The night was still fairly young, having only been a few minutes past seven, but all of the plans that Nahla had for that evening were discarded the moment Erik showed up on her doorstep.

It didn’t take much for his words to lull her into bed and for his lips on hers to enrapture her. His low, smooth voice was like music to her ears, and her moans being music to his. Each praise that left his lips was like a toxic lullaby. Nahla knew that he had repeated the same words to dozens of women in the past, yet in the moment, they made her feel as if she were the only woman in the world.

“You feel so good around me baby…”

“You don’t know how much I missed this pussy.”

“Say my name so everybody know who’s fuckin’ you right.”

Thinking back to his words sent shivers down her spine. She was wide awake, restless and too excited to fall asleep. It was rare for Erik to stay after having sex, let alone fall asleep before her, but her inner turmoil prevented her from falling asleep.

She turned back to look over at Erik, taking in every aspect of his being as if it were the last time she would see him again. No matter how many times she laid eyes on him, she would never be able to find the words to describe how beautiful he was. He had a smile that could light up a room and warm eyes that made her heart flutter each time she looked into them. It often left her wondering why exactly he even entertained the thought of her when he was way out of her league.

A heavy sigh left Nahla’s lips and she threw the covers off the lower half of her body. She looked back at Erik one last time while putting on her robe, making sure that he stayed asleep. Slowly and quietly, she crept out of the room and down the hall to her makeshift studio, closing the door behind her and turning on the lights. She used her studio as an escape from both the real world and her own mind, and right then she needed an escape from both. Turning on her equipment and opening up her laptop, she opened up the file that held her latest project. The one that helped her come to her realization in the first place. She made sure the speakers were low as to not wake Erik up and pressed play, listening to her voice blend with the gentle melody.

She had only written a few lines so far and could feel the next verse just on the tip of her tongue, but lyricism had never really been her strong suit. Muttering random words under her breath, she opened up the notes section on GarageBand and began writing down whatever sounded nice, replacing and adding words where she deemed fit.

“Might as well give it a go,” she sighed, getting up from her chair and walking over to the small corner where her mic and the rest of her recording equipment was set up. She pressed record on an empty track and began singing the second verse, her voice coming out soft and almost broken in contrast to her usual strong, belty tone. She was tired, both physically and emotionally, but she couldn’t walk back to that room. Not with him still laying asleep in her bed as if the two of them were a couple.

After a few more takes, she had finally gotten her voice warmed up enough to where it didn’t sound completely like shit and she walked over to her work station to edit the track on top the music.

With her mind now completely engulfed in her music, she didn’t noticed the sound of her toilet flushing or her bathroom sink running down the hall. She didn’t notice the sound of footsteps leading to her studio and her door opening slightly.

It wasn’t until the feeling of a hand snaking its way around her neck drew her from her work as she jumped in her seat while clutching her chest in panic.

“Whatchu scared for? It’s just me,” Erik muttered, his voice still laced with drowsiness. “What are you doing up? Any other day you’d be knocked out.” His fingers gently squeezed at her neck and he leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of her head. It was weirdly intimate of him.

“I couldn’t sleep so I decided to work on something.” Nahla spun her seat around to face him. He had on a pair of low hanging shorts. She recognized them as being one of the pairs she bought for him whenever he decided to stay over. She mentally scoffed at the thought; buying clothes for a man who she wasn’t even in a relationship with.

“You’re not leaving?” She asked. It had just dawned on her that, miraculously, Erik was still there.

“Nah. I haven’t seen you in a while so I figured I’d stay for a little bit.”

The sentiment made her heart flutter but she quickly grounded herself back to reality. She couldn’t afford to get her hopes up.

“So, what are you working on?” He asked, his arms folded across his chest as he looked past her and at the open editing software on her computer.

“Oh. Well I had a melody that was stuck in my head for a while so I put it down and write lyrics. I lowkey wanna find a mini orchestra to record it though.”

“Well can I hear it?” He suggested.

Nahla’s eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. Despite knowing each other for the better part of two years now, this was the most he had ever expressed genuine interest in her music.

“U-Uhh, I’m not sure… I get really sensitive about my stuff. Plus it’s not what you’d expect it to be,” she said, swirling her chair back around to face her work station as she hesitantly placed her hand on the mouse and moved the cursor over the “play” button. After taking a deep breath, she played the song and closed her eyes as she waited for it to be over. Throughout the entirety of what little she had to play, Erik was silent, giving no response, comment, or critiques. When it was over, she reluctantly turned around to face him.

“So? What do you think?”

“Yeah, I can definitely hear an orchestra going behind that. Maybe start off with piano first, then bring in strings or some shit during the hook,” he suggested, walking over to the other chair in the corner of her studio and sitting down.

“Okay. Thanks.”

For about an hour or two, the two of them stayed up in her studio talking about random things while sharing a blunt together. They eventually migrated back to the bedroom and made their way beneath the covers together, Nahla’s body molding perfectly into Erik’s as they cuddled.

“Nah, I’m deadass. I thought I had locked his cage, but he always finds a way to get out,” Nahla giggled, referring to her pet chameleon who always managed to get out of his cage. “I remember a few day ago I had just woken up and went into the kitchen to get some juice and I see him inside the sink just sitting there. Then he have the nerve to look up at me like ‘what are you doing here?’ No sir, what are you doing here.”

Erik laughed softly while shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t think I could handle an animal just freely roaming my shit like that.”

“You get used to it after a while. I was low-key thinking about getting a snake too, but I gotta figure out where to put the tank.”

“Oh hell nah. If you get a snake, I’m not coming by anymore.”

“What?! You used to be a whole Navy Seal and you’re scared of snakes, E?” She asked, a bit surprised that he even shared that information with her.

“Girl, I don’t know how you can even stand them things,” he mumbled, “slithering around and shit. What if it gets out when you’re sleep and starts choking you?”

“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” she giggled, earning an eye roll from Erik.

Though it didn’t seem possible, she pressed herself against Erik even harder, somehow managing to get even closer to him. Resting her head in the crook of his neck, she had a perfect view of the many scars and keloids that littered his body. She could tell some of them are new. Whether or not they were accidental or self inflicted, she didn’t want to know.

It was times like these where Nahla wished that her outlandish fantasies of romance weren’t fantasies at all. Having never been in a real relationship before, she constantly longed to be loved by someone in a romantic sense. Though she knew that Erik probably never thought of her as more than a fuck buddy, it was nice to feel his warmth underneath her. Even if it was an illusion, it was nice to imagine him as her lover while he was holding her close.

“What’s on your mind?” He pried, letting out a deep sigh before closing his eyes and relaxing his muscles.

“Where do you go when you disappear?” She partially lied. Even though that wasn’t what truly was on her mind, it was still a question that lingered over her head for a while.

“That, I can’t tell you ma. At least not right now.”

She wasn’t satisfied with how curt his reply was. Sitting up, she supported her head with her hand, her elbow buried into the pillow beside his head as she peered down at him.

“You can tell me,” she pried. A childish grin spread across her face. “If it’s something illegal I promise I won’t tell.”

Erik peaked one up up at her, a smile of his own taking over his featured. He pushed his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. “Mm… Maybe I could tell you a little bit. I don’t even know where to begin though without you thinkin’ I’m crazy.”

“I won’t think you’re crazy.”

“You say that now.” There was a pregnant pause, and then, in the most serious tone ever, he said, “I’m apart of African royalty.”

“So there’s this country in Africa called Wakanda. At first glance, it seems like a small lil third world country, but in reality, they’re the most advanced civilization on the planet. They got this metal called Vibranium that allows them to all sorts of things, but they keep it hidden from the rest of the world.”

“How? And if they kept it hidden from the world, then how do you know about it?”

“They have a dome that surrounds the entire country. It’s practically impenetrable. And the only reason I know is because my father was the prince. He was sent here on an undercover mission in America but quickly saw how shitty thing were here, so he wanted to change it. “

“Wait, your father is the prince of an African country?” Nahla couldn’t believe her ears. Despite being secretive and mysterious, she knew that Erik wasn’t one to lie. After all, what could he possibly gain from lying about something as far fetched as this?

“Was. He was killed before he could enact any change; by his own brother no less.”

She could hear a pain and vulnerability in his voice that she’d never heard before. Now she definitely knew that he wasn’t lying.

Erik’s face had turned to the side in a fruitless attempt to hide the tears that welled up in his eyes. He’d never brought up his family or much of his life before he met her in a conversation, and now she could see why.

Hesitantly, Nahla reached up to wipe away the tears that left his eyes. “So you plan on going back and getting revenge?” She pondered. It would make sense why he’d want to stay under the radar, having no social media accounts, no permanent phone number, and constantly disappearing for months at a time. If he wanted to infiltrate an entire hidden country, then he’d have to be the closest thing to a ghost a person could be.

“It’s on the list,” he replied, sitting up in bed while resting back against the headboard. “But, my main goal is to change the world. Wakanda has technology and weapons that people can’t even begin fathom. If our people were able to get their hands on that kind of fire power, we wouldn’t have to worry about the White man oppressing us any longer.”

The sadness that was once present in his eyes had long disappeared, instead being replaced with a burning passion. It filled her with joy to see him get passionate about something, but it also put her on edge. Nahla knew what his plan implied, and she didn’t put it past him to sacrifice countless lives in order to see his vision come to life.

Staying silent, she simply nodded, too afraid that she’d say the wrong thing if she opened her mouth. Tearing her gaze away from the man, she began contemplating on everything she had been thinking about prior to his arrival. Her feelings for him were still unwavering, but now she was starting to ponder on whether or not being with him was a wise decision. It didn’t take being a genius to know that Erik’s path was a set one. He was a determined, goal-driven man, and when his mind was made up, there was no convincing him to go back on his decision.

If she followed him down that path, she wouldn’t be able to turn back.

“Do I scare you?”

Nahla looked back up only to be met with obsidian eyes boring straight into her deep brown ones. His question threw her for a loop, no doubt, considering how Erik was never one to be considerate of other people’s feelings.

“H-Huh? What do you mean?” She knew exactly what he meant.

“That look in your eyes… You’re scared of something. What is it?” He demanded in an eerily calm manner.

Attempting to spare his feelings would be a futile decision; Erik read people like his favorite novel. Yet, for some reason, Nahla had no control over the words that left her mouth.

She almost never did when she was around him.

“Nothing. I just get a bit spooked in the dark,” she chuckled.

Erik simply blinked at her, a look of uncertainty and doubt dancing around in his eye before he shrugged it off and laid back down in the bed, facing her completely.

“You should get some rest. Goodnight,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving her.

Upon hearing his words, Nahla felt an immense tiredness wash over her as if he casted a sleeping spell over her. She glanced over at the clock and noticed how it was nearly 4 AM. She had only three hours before she needed to get up and get ready for work.

She was tired, but fear kept plaguing her mind. A fear that he wouldn’t be there when she woke up. Or, even worse, a fear that she had dreamt the entire night.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he whispered.

Nahla wanted to believe him, so she did, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x oc #black panther #mcu fanfiction

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mae-gi-writes · 3 years

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Jealous | Kevin Moon (The Boyz)

Your mission is to get your boyfriend jealous. What better way to do this by fawning over Stray Kids?

Genre: slight nfsw? Idk its kinda hot? And female reader insert.

A/N: inspired by my convos with @seraplantery and @chaoticdeobi Kevin would be about me thirsting over Chan. Also idk what I wrote im sorry TT > TT

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Jealousy had never been in Kevin Moon’s vocabulary. And you were damn certain it would never be.

That doesn’t mean you never try pushing his buttons every time you can, though.

“How can he be so hot?” You mutter to yourself, loud enough that it reaches your boyfriend’s ears. It’s a late lazy Sunday afternoon and you two are taking this time to unwind and relax, mentally preparing for the full week of work ahead. While Kevin is busy doodling across his sketchbook like he normally is, you take this time to catch up on the multiple kpop performances you’d missed earlier this year.

And boy, have you missed out.

“Oh my god,” your lips go round as your eyes widen as big as saucers, gaze permanently fixed on the screen giving way to eight hot men dominating the stage with their fiery charisma and strong choreography, “Oh my-- holy shit I think I fell pregnant.”

Kevin’s voice permeates through the hot summer air, “What you watching?”

“Stray Kids,” you say absentmindedly as your eyes follow one particular member’s every moves. While you had fallen out of touch with the kpop world -- and you blame this on the concept of having a job and actually now going through adult life like anyone should be -- that doesn’t mean that you don’t get your phases, especially with one of your favourite groups you’ve been following since their debut.

“Stray Kids?”

“Yeah, jesus christ Kev-- Chan’s arms are to die for.”

Admittedly, you wouldn’t have been so vocal about admiring other men if it’s not for your silent experiment of whether Kevin Moon will finally bite at the bait jiggling before his face. He’d be an idiot not to.

But considering he is never even aware when other men look at you, you doubt that this time is going to be different. So you continue on:

“He’s not even my type of guy you know? I usually go for the tall skinny ones but somehow--he’s just so charismatic onstage. And did I tell you he’s Australian? I mean I’m not fond of Aussie accents but I don’t know I find it really sexy on him--”

“Woah Y/N, look at you. Talking as if you don’t have a boyfriend,” sarcasm drips from Kevin’s alto, causing your head to slowly turn with surprise, an eyebrow arching slowly at the way he seems hunched and rigid over his blank piece of paper, pen held so tightly in his grip it might snap in two.

“Kevin,” you draw out slowly as you try to hide your grin, “is that...jealousy I hear?”

He scoffs, “I don’t get jealous."

"Sure could've proved me wrong."

Reverting your attention back to the screen just in time to catch a glimpse of Bang Chan's smile, you sighed in bliss, "his abs, though."

There is silence from Kevin's part, causing your lips to tilt into a small smirk of victory as you click on the next video that follows. You know him all too well that you assume he will probably sulk for the next hour that follows, and you're content with that, considering that you're not at fault.

You're too engrossed in your video that you barely realize that a shadow hangs behind your shoulder, before an arm shoots out to close your laptop.

You whip around with a scowl, "hey! What--"

But no sooner are you protesting that you feel Kevin's arms haul you up, turning so quickly you can barely register anything but the soft mattress welcoming your figure as you are plopped onto it, Kevin's frame hovering over yours. His face is all but amused.

Laughter bubbles up your throat, "what the --"

It cuts off into a gasp upon feeling his arms hooking around the back of your thighs to pull you closer, lips mere inches above yours and dark orbs gazing down at you with a thunderous depth. It halts any further comment you are about to make, takes your breath away.

Something warm coils within your stomach.

You are a little breathless when you say, "y-yes?"

"You want me to be jealous?" His lips curl slightly, eyes narrowing down at you while fingers ghost over your thighs, his touch igniting a series of sparks in his wake, "I'll show you jealous."

And then he's kissing you. Hard mouth on yours, intense. Demanding.

That's not the Kevin you know but somehow desire pools through you. He's never been this...aggressive.

He is holding your frame against his, fingers so firm and pressing on the back of your thighs before slowly slipping up to cup your ass. You gasp in response, hands automatically lifting to grab his shoulders only for his to grab them instead and pin them down by your face. His head tilts, lips moving to your rhythm and dominating your tongue the moment you gasp into his mouth.

The softest grunts rumbles up his throat when your hips buck up on instinct. He murmurs against your mouth, "not so chatty now, are we?"

"I--"

And then his mouth is latching onto your jaw, peppering a trail of warm kisses that makes your heart beat twice as hard, your body writhing with the delicious sensation of wanting him. He devours your neck, growling with satisfaction when he urges your fingers down onto the mattress to stop any attempts of escape. That's hot.

You're practically seeing stars at this point, the sounds of his soft suckling evocating a sensation of heat deep within your belly that your legs wrap around his waist on their own accord to pull him closer. And the moment his firm length presses onto your heat, he lets out a moan that has you trembling.

"If I knew how you'd react--" you stop to moan softly as he grinds his hips into yours. Lord, "I would've done it more often."

"What, that's your kink?" His breath ghosts over your skin at your collarbone now. You struggle against him wanting nothing more than to run your hands through his glossy raven locks and to scratch your nails down his back. But his fingers squeeze firmly nibbling at the skin of your shoulder, "you like seeing me jealous?"

"Hm, I won't say the contrary," you breathe out.

Ensuring that one of his hands cage your wrists together, his other slips down to trace your neck, the dip of your breasts, ghosting over your side before trickling down the inner side of your thigh. You take a shaky inhale. Waiting.

He's looking at you now, gauging every reaction that you gift him with like you're a fascination he can't quite make out and the intensity makes you squirm.

Slowly, oh so slowly that it makes your toes curl, Kevin starts a slow, sensual path of kisses down the middle of your chest and air gets stuck in your throat the more you watch him, practically holding back a whimper with every searing touch he imprints upon your skin.

He kisses down your navel, nipping and biting as he does while his heated breaths send waves of heat up your spine. At some point he releases your hands to grasp your waist and they instantly tangle in his hair, emitting a grunt from the said man.

He continues his sensual search using his mouth, hot breath fanning against your skin down the sides of your thighs, landing on final peck to your knee, before rearing back up to hover above your pelvis and finally tilting his face up to yours.

And that makes your breath catch in your throat. For in Kevin's eyes you read the dark desire, the craving he holds for you, the longing.

Your heart jolts to a stop. You swear you stop breathing as your gazes lock.

A beat passes. You swallow hard. Suddenly vulnerable under his hooded stare.

Then, before your brain can scramble for coherence, the raven-haired man leans over. He presses a kiss.

Right on your sex.

A sound between a mewl and a whimper escapes your lips.

You gape at him. He smirks back, thoroughly satisfied.

Slowly, he hoists up until his lips hover yours once more and at this point, you're pretty sure you're dead. What with the speed of your heart rate practically vaulting out of your chest.

"Well," he murmurs while one of his hands keep tracing up and down your side, "I guess I can leave you to ogle at your kpop boys--"

His words are interrupted by you shooting out to grab his t-shirt, pulling him down to kiss him. And oh, does he kiss back like a starved man, grunting and growling as your fingers tangle up in his locks to pull him even closer as your teeth sink upon his bottom lip. He gasps.

You pull away slowly then --merely coming up for air -- and gaze into his dark, bottomless orbs, "the only one I'm gonna ogle tonight is you."

His breath halts for a minute. He stares at you, eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

And then, a crooked grin spreads across his face.

"I like the sound of that."

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papers4me · 3 years

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Fruits Basket Manga Review , ch 111

sigh~~~ I feel that my recent posts are a bit negative towards the anime, but thats cuz the chapters I’ve read so far are either unbelievably important character depth content cut for no valid reason or content in the anime but packed with million other things that it lost its purpose or importance. Basically tohu’s ep 6 which consists of 4 chapters & now ep 5 which is a momiji ep & yup, packed with 4 chapters as well... so, I apologize for any negativity, my intention is just analyzing artistic & story-telling aspects, I love se03, but yeah it screwed up lots of important characters due to its not so thorough plot decisions & harmful character insight choices.

today.. we explore Momiji... but only before his curse breaks.

Furuba anime struggling to know how to design an episode based on various plot-heavy chapters?

so, they decided 13 eps, & decided one ep for momiji cuz motoko’s graduation & the fanclub is the core of the furuba & have already cut tons of tohru, cuz who cares? she’s kind. be like her. end of lesson. No. really, jokes aside, how to do this?

How to combine several chapters in one ep? collect small snippets from chosen chapters/content like a bee does flowers? you gotta skip some content, you gotta highlight others. The ep is only 20 min after all & you got an op & Ed that you cant always skip.... so.. furuba team decide that momoji’s ep should be true to his zodiac animal, this is the rabbits last appearance in spirit. so, they went with quick hopping from one chapter to the other like a rabbit?

No really, ep 5 is really like a rabbit in its flow, you can’t savior a moment enough before jumping to the other: we learned momiji grew up!! loves toheu romantically, challenged kyo, really meant it, wanted a fair love game, got freed, lost tohru romantically & faced momiji! but that’s not all? we still have space!! quick add akito’s moodiness & love triangle with her dog & her submissive bed partner, add a happy comedy for no reason whatever & make shigue kiss tohru & wish shes 'was his lover instead!!!!!!!!! Mind you all this happened in the anime before shigure hurt tohru with his “the truth of the zodiacs talk & them accepting & feeling consolance that kyo is doomed”talk.

-Gets whats my biggest surprise after reading this chapter ?????????

Shigure is consistent!! He isnt a rabbit hopping here & there. The dog is loyal & is tired for good reason! Him being depressed & his weird talk with thoru makes so much sense given the manga’s order.

Kyo is consistent!! In the anime, momiji surprise him with confession he loves tohru & challenge him, then kyo la~la~la~joins them downstairs for curry. Not a single expression on his face, where is the expression? it will appear when the plot is forced to address it: by the end of the ep when momiji face hin again. Then we get kyo’s reaction.

I need someone to tell the anime that actions require a reaction. You can refrain from showing a certain reaction if you can’t address it now, but you can’t erase it, negate it, then make it appear when have to!!!! couldn’t they make kyo refuse to join them & eat together? the other characters wont be surprised they think he’s needlessly moody. The audience will know that kyo is troubled with momiji’s challenged & it will excite them!!! having kyo just go eat & watch the momiji/hiro/haru/yuki comedy skit is weird.

The manga’s author wanted kyo to join the dinner, like the anime did. but huge difference. the author actually cares for logic reaction & understands that the audience aren’t dumb little kids that will sit & wait for kyo’s turn to...react! nope! she did this: (a) & (b) below.

-Lost Small Bits/ Panels from the chapter.. But Sadly Big Huge Chunks for Characters buildup & Growth:

(a) addressed the fact the hiro noticed kyoru is in love & dressed that shigure was right!! the cat being in love is a weird concept to the zodiacs! hiro reacted naturally & the author used hiro to flesh yuki’s (the rat), momiji’s (the rabbit) & haru’s (the cow) decision to silently watch the kyo (the cat) makes his own decisions to live!!! They won’t interfere or tell akito or remind him of his state as the doomed caged cat. So sad this moment is cut from yuki. Why must yuki only interact with kyo to beat him (all seasons)? why must yuki only think of kyo to envy him (all seasons) ? Here, yuki’s growth towards kyo as a person & his relationship with tohru is 1000 times better than all tohru is my mom’s sh!t & I envy kyo’s Sh!t we saw in the anime over & over till we memorized it.

(b) kyo didnt just go la~la~eat with momiji after knowing he loves tohru. Nope, there’s small bits missing: called logical emotional reaction. He was surprised he’s caught pining over tohru! cuz yuki, the audience representative, has told us in the previous chapter that ppl in love dont notice anything around them. Kyo thinks him being cold hid his feelings. the dummy’s feelings are as bright as the sun in the Sahara, tohru too. a child read her! such small thing that wont take much space from the ep but was cut cuz kyo only needs to be responsive at the ep’s end. & this scene of kyo & tohru looking awkwardly at each other is minor in space but so important cuz kyo is determined to let go but his decision is challenged by not only momiji, but his natural attraction to tohru. Here he knows he’s caught & exposed... here he knows momiji is a better choice for tohru cuz he wont didn’t hurt her mom... here he knows that even yuki is better cuz never had to pretend to be cold to her... here he knows the world is better than him... & here he just cant help by smile & walks towards her... T_T ... another lesson in writing slow burns by Takaya-san.

-Why would the anime team pass on this?? drawing kyoru closer after the epic tear in Cinderella ep, cuz they want empty suspense~! The anime team thinks that if kyo & tohru stand next to each other, then it means all their issues are solved & the audience are so stupid as to forget tohru’s mom, kyo’s imprisonment, kyo not confessing his sins to tohru & tohru’s need to make a choice wether to fogive hom or not.. nope! you see, they think, ppl who read mangas are smart, so the author can give this epic symbolism & pp would still be not sure kyoru is end game & tohru will forgive him or kyo even fogive himself, but ppl who watch, oh no, gotta cut all the plot worthy content, produce a graduation song for a minor character, cut all kyo/tohru interaction cuz it only means romance & not at all character depth & oh if we show yuki actually formulating deep thoughts that aren’t centered around him, the audience might forget his se02 struggles! or that might ruin yuki’s upcoming growth moment in the finale where he .. you guessed it hits kyo.. as he always do & sulk & think abt himself cuz yuki can only do monologues when he’s directly involved.... man~it is so sad how the anime is dumped down.. Who is the target audience again? not kids as young as hiro cuz even hiro is smart!

-just look:

Momiji talks abt kyo shouldn't give up loving tohru & the authr shows this this ghost!!! his mom! The author reminds us that kyo isnt da~~~~ forgetting anything. He’s a deeply troubled soul & hos mom wants him locked cuz she too was locked in a cage & thinks that’s safer...why oh why you dump ur own story! sh!t~

Side Notes:

I like the closeups on Kisa’s face as she interacted with kyo. It’s very rare for kisa to have a world beside the endearing parental/big protective bro/big doting sister love she has with tohru & haru & off course the romantic love with hiro which was perhaps since their birth or sth. lol. Kisa & kyo arent much on the brotherly side as they rarely interact, but its one of those refreshing interactions she has that helps cast a new light on her as tiny as it is, but its sth out of the norm around her. She sees him around tohru & gets to perceive his true unprovoked character. “He is nice guy”.

I really wanted to punch kureno this chapter.. like Shigure is a jerk shitty dog for sleeping with akito’s mom but kureno... dude.. you submissively sleep with the guy’s eternal love interest & still walks in on him talking to her!!! lol. you’re mentally, emotionally & physically weaker than him & yet, she puts you on her bed, not him & you, tho not wanting her at all, dont walk away. No wonder shigure is defeated & wishing for someone like tohru, lol! Even if shigure met an older tohru-like person, it wont work. shigure deserve someone like him mean, schemer & loves playing power games. Tohru is someone who values honesty & commutation, not saying she’s an angel on earth, but tohru knows who suits her.. except fate is saying: NO. .... currently. lol.

I know kureno’s weakness is part of his character & I love that such characters exits. There are ppl ike that in real life. It’s just this chapter, I felt shigure’s frustration. XD

Yuki in this ep is the best yuki. no exaggeration here, I love when yuki is calmly thoughtful of others & here its kyo of all ppl !!!! cutting this scene is sad.. without it, kyo & yuki remain a cat & rat in the anime. Only ever thinking abt each other thro envious binoculars or hateful words or yuki giving kyo comedic hitting or life’s problem-solving hitting. Why can’t anime yuki be interactive outside his self-centered issues is beyond me.

Momiji & kyo’s interactions are always the best! whether comedy or drama.

I hated the curry cooking scene in the anime... so weirdly out of the ep’s flow.. very forced comedy... in the manga it had a purpose! not just quick add comedy cuz next shot momiji curse breaks & drama & we’ll close the ep with tears & sadness & glimpses of hope...

I love haru’s answer to hiro... so him.. “a guy can’t fall in love?”so chill.. so..simple.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #manga spoilers #fruits basket manga #manga review #sad paper #mad paper #I'm having shitty personal day dont mind me #sorry for extra anger #if it sounds like I;m screaming or shouting #I'm not i swear #I really love the anime & se03 is the best content among the other seasons #its just have big giant issues in plot & characters....

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Cassian's Love: words from a guy who speaks through actions

Something I love about Cassian is that he doesn't really hide the ball when it comes to his feelings for Nesta. He's most definitely an actions speak louder than words person (physical touch is his love language), but he does use words in ACOSF. I read someone say that Cassian didn't show his love for Nesta, and I completely disagree. Even though SJM never showed us Cassian saying the actual words, we see it so often through the small touches like flicking her cheek, the way that he never makes fun of her (many) questions, or the way he's always there, but he never pushes her too far.

In ACOWAR he confesses his love

" I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you again in the next world -- the next life. And we will have that time. I promise. "

Yes, there is a lot he doesn't say - that they are mates, that he wants more than just sex, that he loves her. He even goes far enough to attack Lanthys to prevent him from revealing the truth. (I can write a whole post on why he wouldn't tell her about being mates, but I think Nesta's reaction to Lucien's declaration at the end of ACOMAF can suffice as explanation).

After his heartbreaking confession in ACOWAR, it makes sense that he's more reserved with Nesta. When thinking about his almost confession on solstice, he even says, "He hardly managed to walk away with some semblance of pride. Over his cold, dead body would she do that to him again." He is protecting himself by ignoring the mating bond too ("Some small quiet part of his brain whispered otherwise. He ignored it. Had ignored it for a long time now.")

Still throughout the book, he owns up to his feelings for Nesta when given the opportunity -- he just doesn't say the words "I love you" or "You're my mate". This post goes through some scenes in chronological order, since they show how Cassian does care.

(I could write another whole post on how I feel cheated of two months of happy Nessian between Solstice and Starfall, but that's what fanfiction is for, right?).

When Mor asks if it pains him to see Nesta like this, he says:

"All of it pains me... It pains me that Nesta has become... this. It pains me that she and Feyre are always at each other's throats. It pains me that Feyre hurts over it, and I know Nesta does, too. It pains me that ..."

When he's pleading her to train, she asks him why he isn't negotiating harder, he says.

"For you, I have no strategies."

Then there's the confrontation before, "I'm always thinking of that look on your face". (Yes, he's goading her here, but I don't think he's lying)

"Why so many questions tonight?" // "Because we're talking like normal people, and I want to know. About all of it." // "Let's nor retread old territory, Nes." // "It never mattered to me whether you took half the Cauldron's power or a drop. It still doesn't matter. // "Why?" "Why do you even bother?" // "Why did you stay at my side when we went up against the King of Hybern during the last battle?"

Answer: because they're mates.

After Nesta fights with Elain, he tells her he'll be there for her.

"Whatever you need to throw at me, I can take it. I won't break." No challenge laced the words. Only a plea. // "You don't understand," she said, voice rasping. "I am not like you and the others." // "That's never bothered me one bit." (emphasis added)

When Rhys gives Nesta a mental warning about Gwyn:

"I'm pissed off that you can't seem to believe one good thing about her. That you refuse to fucking believe one good thing about her."

When they are discussing the Dread Trove and pushing Nesta to scry: Yes Cassian for arguing against only protecting Elain

" There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that should not be exposed to." // "But Nesta should?" Cassian growled.

"It's not right to wield Elain as a threat to manipulate Nesta into scrying." "There are harsher ways to convince Nesta, boy" "You're a fool if you think threats will make her obey you." ... "If we manipulate Nesta into scrying, even by using Elain against her, then we'll do what is necessary." "I don't like it."

After Nesta's nightmare:

"Hey." "Hello" "Are you all right?" "Yes." "Good" "You want to talk about it?" "No" "That's fine." "You want breakfast?" "I like your priorities, General." (italics added)

When Rhys and Feyre mention bringing in Helion:

"He'll help...If only for another shot at her." // Nesta rolled her eyes, and and the gesture was so normal that Cassian's smile became more genuine, edged with relief // You wear your heart for all to see, brother. Rhys said without turning Cassian's way. // Cassian only shrugged. He was past caring.

When they finally have sex , we have this short back-and-forth:

"I'll hurt you." // "I don't care" // "I do."

and my personal favorite

"I'm beyond lies right now, Nesta."

When Nesta asks whether Cassian enjoyed their previous encounter, he tells her:

I enjoyed myself too much. I've thought about it for days and days.

"Whatever you want. Whatever you need from me." He knew those were a fool's words, knew he offered up too much.

And when Nesta asks "How can I need you again so soon?" Answer: because they're mates.

"I've needed you from the moment I first met you. And now that I get to have you, I don't what to stop

When they find out about the new Dread Trove, he's quick to defend Nesta to others:

This scene isn't really dialogue, but I'm including it because I love Cass.

They moved on to far merrier subjects, but Cassian mulled it over throughout the evening. The fighting was only part of it. The Training would sustain her, funnel her rage, but there had to be more. There had to be joy. There had to be music. (emphasis added)

When Nesta breaks down at the end of the hike, we see that Cassian doesn't just love Nesta, but he likes her, he may even admire her.

"I don't know how to get there. I don't think I'm capable of it" // "You are. I've seen it -- I've seen what you can do when you are willing to fight for the people you love. Why not apply that same bravery and loyalty to yourself?"

"You don't need to become some impossible ideal. You don't need to become sweet and simpering. You can give everyone that I Will Slay My Enemies look - which is my favorite look, by the way. You can keep that sharpness I like so much, that boldness and fearlessness. I don't want you to ever lose those things, to cage yourself."

"I'll be with you every step of the way... Just don't lock me out. You want to walk in silence for a week, I'm fine with that. So long as you talk to me at the end of it." (emphasis added)

When Cassian and Nesta go to the prison, there are some more telling moments:

"What if my presence would go unnoticed, but yours sets off a trap? We can't risk that." // His throat bobbed. "I can't risk you." // The words slammed into her heart. (emphasis added)

and later,

"I have always been your friend Nesta. Always"

When Nesta and Cassian return from the Prison:

Nesta brushed her fingers against Cassian's in silent understanding. His own curled against hers, meeting her stare as if to say, See? We're the same after all.

But when Rhys suggests having Nesta dance with Eris, Cassian is territorial to the max

"You're not going to use her."

"Over my dead fucking body," Cassian exploded.

"Nesta hasn't agreed to anything," Cassian snapped. "Even one dance with that prick is too much --"

"I don't like it."

He also agrees to go with her to the cottage in the human lands, and is so damn supportive and kind to her there. Action not words here but I love this himbo so much

Cassian stood beside her through all of it. Not speaking, not touching. Just there, should she need him. Her friend -- whom she'd asked to come her with her not because he was sharing her bed, but because she wanted him here. His steadiness and kindness and understanding.

And of course, the amazing and wonderful solstice scene:

"I'm sorry for how I behaved last Solstice. For how awful I was."// "I know. I forgave you a long time ago."

"Because I was fucking jealous!" He roared, wings splaying. "You looked like a queen, and it was painfully obvious you should be with a princeling like Eris and not a low born nothing like me! Because I couldn't stand the sight of it, right down to my gods-damned bones."(emphasis added)

"You're not going to marry Eris." "No" "There will be no one else. For either of us." "Yes" "Ever."

The big ole fight

"Say what I've guess from the moment we met. What I knew the first time I kissed you. What became unbreakable between us on Solstice night"

"I am your mate, for fuck's sake!" "You are my mate! Why are you still fighting it?

"You promised me forever on Solstice," he said, voice breaking. "Why is one word somehow throwing you off that?" (emphasis added)

And the conclusion that just wasn't satisfying enough:

"What do you want? // "You" // "You've had me from the moment you met me."

#nesta archeron #Cassian #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta #acosf #a court of silver flames #nessian #kp analysis #acotar series #mtp

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Downsides of Thievery Pt. 13 (Final)

~ Previous Part ~

Gavin couldn’t stop himself from turning over his shoulder to look at Rael, who apparently had information about his theft from the alteon diplomat. Immediately, Gavin was suspicious. What information could Rael possibly have about something he hadn’t witnessed? Anything he knew that the Emperor wouldn’t already, would have to have come from Gavin himself… “Oh shit, he’s not really talking about that is he?”

What did Rael hope to gain in telling the Emperor that Gavin had been commissioned to steal from the diplomat? Was he just doing his duty as a soldier by divulging everything he knew? Or was there something more to it? When Gavin had first told Rael that he had been hired to steal the ring, he’d seemed surprised, but hadn’t expressed any desire to confess the truth. Then again, Gavin had already proven unable to read Rael.

“Very well, go ahead,” the Emperor prompted, hands folded on the table as he looked at Rael with interest.

Gavin stared back at his former captor, unable to take his eyes off the giant man. “While Gavin Stone chose not to disclose this to the public, in our time together he did reveal to me that he was in fact hired by a third party to burgle Lady Elyth,” Rael explained smoothly. “So while Gavin Stone did perform the actual deed, the idea was not his own.” His voice had the same formal, all business tone it’d had when Gavin first met him, and yet this time there was a vague hint of...was it desperation? No, it couldn’t be. Gavin had to be just imagining things at this point.

The Emperor gave an interested hum. “Intriguing,” he remarked before turning to look at Gavin. “Is this true?” he inquired.

While Gavin hadn’t been planning on explaining the full circumstances of the robbery to the Emperor, he wasn’t about to deny it now that Rael had done so. Lying at this point would only make him look more suspicious than he already did. “Yes, sir,” Gavin replied, hoping the honorific wasn’t an improper term to use with the Emperor.

The giant sovereign gave a nod of understanding. He took a long, thoughtful pause as he considered the new information before focusing back on Gavin. “Is there a reason you didn’t report this?” he asked, a serious look in those yellow eyes of his.

God, it was intimidating enough being stared at by a giant, but being stared at by a giant who ruled over an entire dimension of giants was just something else entirely. And Gavin had thought meeting Orlando Bloom at a music festival when he was seventeen had been daunting. Gavin swallowed. “Keep it together,” he ordered himself. If he wanted the Emperor to treat him like a person, it was possible he would need to earn his respect first.

“Sir, whether I was hired or not doesn’t change the fact that I committed the crime,” Gavin started. “And since I don’t know the real name of the man who hired me, I didn’t see a point in reporting it to authorities.” There was also the fact that Gavin had never really been one to snitch, especially on his fellow criminals, but he wasn’t about to say that part in a room with a soldier and a political leader.

“I see,” the Emperor responded pensively. “Well, I consider taking responsibility for your own actions to be quite noble,” he told Gavin with complete sincerity in his voice. “Truthfully, I never took Ashryn’s suggestion very seriously,” he admitted. “I’ve worked quite hard to develop a peaceful and friendly relationship with humankind, and I am not about to undo that by mistreating my first human convict.”

Gavin’s eyes widened. Did he hear that right? Did the Emperor really just, one after the other, call him noble and say that he wouldn’t lock him up in a display cage? It was hard for Gavin not to let a wave of relief crash over him. The news was great, but he still didn’t know what fate did await him. Not being treated like an animal really was the bare minimum after all.

“Um...so what are you planning to do with me?” Gavin found himself asking. He was sick and tired of the uncertainty, of not knowing what was in store for him. Whatever his sentence might be, he just wanted to know what it was already so he could start figuring out how to cope with it.

The Emperor’s eyebrows lifted slightly. He seemed somewhat taken aback by Gavin’s abrupt question. It was possible the man wasn’t accustomed to being spoken to that way. Gavin hoped he hadn’t done something taboo. He wasn’t intending to be disrespectful, he just really didn’t know how to interact with literal royalty.

Apparently, the Emperor wasn’t too upset, because a small smile had taken form on his face. “Well,” he began, glancing back at Rael. “I find myself quite fascinated by your willingness to speak up in front of me in order to defend this human.”

“Is that what he did?” Gavin asked himself. Had Rael really been standing up for him? Was it really more than him just doing his job?

“You were aware that many important figures have negative opinions of Gavin Stone, and yet you risked your reputation by speaking up for him,” the Emperor went on.

Suddenly everything was beginning to make a lot more sense. The whole scene out in the hallway...it had been all about Rael protecting his reputation. He couldn’t choose a human over an alteon, lest he risk being looked down upon by his peers. Of course, none of that made what he’d done okay, but at least Gavin understood why now. “Does this mean he had some kind of change of heart...is that why he told the Emperor about me being hired…?” he pondered to himself.

The Emperor’s gaze suddenly returned to Gavin. “I believe I have decided what your sentence will be,” he announced firmly, a satisfied smile on his face that Gavin wasn’t sure how to take. “Since the two of you have clearly established the foundations of a relationship, I have decided that, in order to atone for your crime, you will serve under Rael as an assistant for a minimum of one year.”

Gavin’s mouth fell open, but before he could even form a coherent thought, he heard Rael’s stunned voice exclaim from behind him, “What?!”

The word had slipped from Rael’s mouth before he could stop it. He had just been so shocked by the Emperor’s announcement that all thoughts of propriety and manners suddenly flew out the window. “Sorry, your majesty,” he quickly recovered. “I just--I wasn’t expecting that.”

Take a human on as an assistant?! It was completely unheard of--of course it was unheard of, humans were tiny people who lived in another realm, why would one ever serve as an assistant to a common alteon soldier? Rael didn’t even know what to think. The Emperor clearly trusted him enough to put Gavin in his ward, but what the hell was Rael supposed to do with a diminutive person tagging along with him while he worked? Plus there was the matter of he and Gavin’s last encounter. Something told Rael the human didn’t much want to hang around with the person who had threatened him not once, but twice within a few hours.

“I’m aware that it’s unorthodox, but to be frank, this entire situation is unorthodox,” the Emperor stated. “This way, Gavin Stone will be able to serve his punishment while learning about and experiencing our realm.” It seemed the relationship between alteons and humans was even more important to the Emperor than Rael had realized--he was completely breaking away from the norm for the sake of diplomacy.

“Are you sure it won’t be too dangerous?” Rael had to ask. On a regular basis, his job wasn’t typically overly treacherous, but even the mildest thing to him could be potentially life threatening to someone as small as Gavin.

The Emperor offered a gentle smile. “I’m certain Gavin Stone will be quite safe in your hands, Rael.” It was easy for him to say that, he didn’t know what Rael had done just ten minutes prior--if he did, he would probably never let Gavin within a hundred feet of the temper-prone excuse for an Imperial Guard soldier.

“Uh--excuse me, sir,” Gavin piped up nervously. He was facing towards the Emperor, so Rael couldn’t see his facial expression. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to see it. “What exactly can someone like me do as an assistant?” the human inquired, voicing the question that Rael had been pondering.

“You will do whatever Rael requests of you,” the Emperor told him simply, then turning to Rael said, “You may utilize him as your assistant how you see fit, so long as he isn’t put in significant danger of course.” Rael couldn’t believe how much faith the Emperor seemingly had in him. Where did it come from? This was by far the longest interaction he’d ever had with the ruler of Iaela, so why did he seem to trust a random soldier so much? “I’ll have some furniture and attire made up to suit a human. You are also free to request any accommodations you think you may need,” the Emperor added, already scrawling down notes on a sheet of parchment.

Rael opened his mouth, but he had nothing to say. He just couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He’d gone from disliking humans to being made the guardian of one in a matter of hours. He still wasn’t sure about his opinion on humanity as a whole, but he couldn’t deny the fact that one particular human had penetrated the tough exterior he had built around himself.

Like it or not, Rael cared about Gavin. He never would have spoken up to the Emperor if he hadn’t. As strange and inexplicable as it may be, he needed to accept the reality of the situation. Gavin would be his ward for at least a year. They would be spending a lot of time with each other. Rael couldn’t keep pretending to be indifferent to the tiny man.

After being dismissed from the meeting with the Emperor, Gavin had been carried off by Rael, taken to what he could only assume was Rael’s quarters. The entire trip there had been silent, because what the hell was Gavin supposed to say? He was so mentally and emotionally confused at this point that he couldn’t even begin to make sense of anything.

Rael’s room was small and simple; it contained only a bed, side table, and little chest of drawers. On the way in, Gavin had noticed the hallway had been filled with doors, which led him to believe this area was entirely made up of the rooms of soldiers. At least Rael had his own space, the last thing Gavin needed at the moment was to be faced with more alteons.

“Gavin,” Rael spoke up, finally breaking the silence that had stretched out between the two of them. “I know you’re probably not pleased with this arrangement.” Gavin stared up at Rael from where he stood on the bedside table. The giant was sitting on his bed, but of course, he was still looming high over the human. “I...I understand why you would feel that way,” Rael’s voice was uncharacteristically hesitant, Gavin could hardly believe this was the same person who had yelled at him earlier.

A long sigh blew out from between Gavin’s lips. “I sure hope you’re leading up to an apology here,” he snipped, folding his arms firmly over his chest. He wasn’t going to put up with some indirect expression of regret, nah--that wasn’t going to fly. If Rael wanted his forgiveness, he would have to make an apology as clear and plain as day.

There was no derision or amusement on Rael’s face, just a solemn frown. “Ashryn wanted me to prove myself by...reigning you in,” the alteon explained in a stormy tone. “I was too afraid of harming my reputation to not take the bait.” Clearly Gavin’s assumptions had been right. “But I was wrong...and weak for not standing up to Ashryn. For that, I am sorry.” It was hard to believe Gavin was hearing those words being directed at him from Rael. A few hours ago it would have seemed impossible.

As good as it was to hear the apology, Gavin still felt like there was something Rael wasn’t entirely grasping. “Listen, I know I look pretty tough, but you’ve gotta realize how--how freaky it is when you use your size against me.” Admitting he was afraid wasn’t really something Gavin loved to do, especially considering he was trying to convince alteons that humans weren’t weak little babies, but Rael needed to know the effect his actions had.

The size disparity between the room’s occupants suddenly became even more strikingly apparent. Gavin was standing and Rael was sitting, and yet Rael still absolutely towered over the human. No matter how equal the two may be intellectually, Rael would always have a huge automatic advantage over Gavin--and that was something they would both have to come to adapt to if they were going to be living and working with each other for the foreseeable future.

“Are you afraid of me?” The sudden question stunned Gavin. He wasn’t sure why, because it had always been something in the back of his mind. Maybe it was just shocking hearing Rael ask it so bluntly.

Gavin paused. How was he supposed to answer this? He had definitely had fear inflicted on him by Rael on multiple occasions, but was he really and truly afraid of the guy? Gavin gave a weak shrug. “I don’t really know...I guess sometimes…” Rael gave a tight nod, as if he had been expecting that response. “But other times you’re just a big, awkward dork,” Gavin quickly added.

A very slight smile pulled at the corner of Rael’s lips. “Alright, I’ll promise not to use my size against you anymore, if you can promise not to call me a ‘dork’ again,” he said the words so seriously, and yet the growing grin on the alteon’s face gave him away.

Gavin chuckled. “Fine, but you gotta promise not to give me any weird assistant jobs, like polishing your scabbard or some shit.” He really didn’t know how much someone of his size could really be of use to a giant, but he supposed this arrangement was better than being thrown into a cage.

Rael raised a single dark eyebrow. “Oh, but you’re probably the only one that could actually reach the inside.”

A grumpy frown took shape on Gavin’s face. “Okay, next rule: no size jokes at my expense!”

A warm, genuine laugh escaped from Rael. In a flash the giant man was reaching forward, and before Gavin could dodge backwards, a massive index finger was ruffling his hair, making the already messy locks even more of a disaster. “No promises.”

Gavin let out a long sigh. Somehow he had gone from being a professional thief to the assistant to a gigantic, elf-eared man from another dimension. “At least it’s more exciting than being a damn doctor.”

I was originally gonna make this two parts but I decided to just make it one big chunky final chapter! This story was kind of like the introductory prologue to Gavin and Rael so there's definitely room for more about them in the future if people are interested. I had a ton of fun writing this and totally appreciate all the nice comments and such that I got!

I've got a busy few weeks ahead of me but feel free to send in prompts/commissions for my ocs. I just may take a little while to actually get to them.

#ending on lucky number 13 i guess #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #my writing #g/t fluff #oc: gavin stone #oc: rael

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hageny · 3 years

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Succession Thoughts: Gerri x Roman

AN: The first point in this post was requested by @thinkingfixatingobsessing, so credit goes to her for the idea.

WARNING: Mentions of child sexual abuse in point one.

1. What In Here is Real?

A lot of fans tie Roman’s ‘dog cage’ experience to his adult need for degradation, and certainly there is a valid reason. The murky circumstances surrounding the incident(s) in his childhood--Roman remembering being forced; Connor and Kendall remembering him liking it; Connor remembering what their father said about “two fighting dogs” in relation to the incident--make it difficult to say how much of what Roman remembers is real and how much is his emotions skewing his memories. What is totally overlooked is the scene above, which takes place in Austerlitz. The family has just arrived at Connor’s ranch for the not-so-optional family therapy session when Roman says something very interesting to Connor, telling him that he plans to tell Alon Parfit, the group’s therapist, that Connor molested him as a child. Given Roman’s ‘dog cage’ revelation only one episode later, it struck me as very interesting that Roman makes a joke about what is for many a deep, childhood trauma. Now, I should clarify, I don’t believe Connor in any way abused Roman, and it seems fairly obvious Roman was just doing this for shock value, but there is a point to be made here. It seems pertinent to ponder whether Roman’s ‘dog cage’ experience could tie into a deeper, darker truth in his childhood. Maybe it’s possible that Roman actually did go into the cage willingly, and to some degree submitted--as much as someone who is emotionally/mentally abused as a child can--to his siblings’ game. All of them being children themselves, they wouldn’t have had the insight and maturity to understand his behavior was abnormal. What we do know of Roman’s experience is that it caused him to start wetting the bed, and he was eventually sent away to St. Andrews; again, he thinks this occurred against his will, Connor says he went willingly. What is interesting his Roman’s description of the effects of the ‘dog cage’ incident closely aligns with what may happen to a child who is molested. As Roman puts it, “Kendall locked me in a cage, I went weird, I started wetting the bed, and that’s why dad sent me away to St. Andrews.” Now, I should be clear, I am not a mental health professional of any sort, so all of what I say here is gleaned through years of reading about crime stories and second-hand research, but re-watching this scene caused me to remember that when Jon Benet Ramsey was murdered, many wondered--and still do--whether it was possible she was molested as a child due to her still wetting the bed at the age of six. From what we can gather, Roman would have been probably around the same age, if not older, when the alleged ‘dog cage’ incident occurred; his mentions of ‘going weird’ could be his best way to articulate what could have been a mental breakdown suffered during his childhood. His parents, having no clue what to do with him, would have naturally sent him to a rigorous, regimented school that, they believed, could have righted his ‘abnormal’ behavior. There are many signs children can possibly exhibit as a result of sexual abuse, but a few of them struck me because they describe even Roman’s adult behavior:

Regressive behaviors or resuming behaviors they had grown out of, such as thumb-sucking or bedwetting

Overly compliant behavior

Decrease in confidence or self-image

Change in mood or personality, such as increased aggression

We notice Roman’s lack of confidence constantly over the course of the series. In Sad Sack Wasp Trap, we see him studying his body carefully in the mirror, obviously displeased with what he sees, and then quickly buttoning up his shirt when Grace enters. As an adult there’s no question that he is--around his father, especially--overly compliant, going along with what Logan says and most of the time unwilling to buck him. While Roman is certainly not aggressive in the sense of being a danger to others, we do notice that his temperament borders on the aggressive quite a lot of the time, and he has a sadistic side, taking pleasure in tormenting others for his own amusement. We also know that the infamous Lester McClintock--Mo-Lester--was a friend of Logan’s; while it’s not stated that he abused any children, if he was a family friend, there is a possibility he was around Roman as a child. Connor, in Safe Room, does tell Willa that Logan wouldn’t let his kids get in the pool with Lester, so the possibility of his being a pedophile is there. Maybe the abuser was someone else. Maybe Roman wasn’t abused at all and I’m way off base. But I bring the point up for discussion only because as I pondered it, I myself began to wonder.

2. Patrick Bateman

SPOILER ALERT: The ending to the movie, American Psycho. is discussed below.

In I Went to Market, Shiv makes a quip when Roman tells her he has a hobby, saying to him, “Killing hobos isn’t a hobby.” Anyone old enough to remember--or old enough to have watched American Psycho or read the book--will remember that Patrick Bateman, the novel’s famous protagonist, descends slowly into violence as his disgust for society deepens, and begins literally killing homeless people on the streets of New York City, using homicide as an outlet for his uncontrollable rage. For the sake of convenience, I will discuss the movie a bit here, as I read the book years ago and do not remember much. The end of the movie is open to interpretation, leaving the audience to decide whether Bateman did actually kill anyone and it was cleaned up for him because he was wealthy, or whether he simply fever-dreamed the experiences. It’s interesting that the show draws a tie to Patrick Bateman and Roman, but having considered Bateman’s behavior there are some similarities. Roman, like Bateman, has a total disregard for the lower class, no more openly displayed than in the pilot episode where he tears up the check in front of the little boy at his family’s baseball game. He also, as noted in the previous point, has a temper, sometimes flying quickly off the handle when things don’t go his way. He is tightly wound, constantly agitated by the world around him, and driven by impulse. Where Bateman’s impulses lead him to murder, Roman’s take a different path, leading him to push the envelope of appropriate behavior for shock value, or drop and pick up girlfriends like objects. While Roman certainly would never kill anyone in a literal sense, he is not afraid to destroy those beneath him without a second thought, obliterating Vaulter simply because he wants to, manipulating the staff into admitting they want to unionize--which might’ve saved them--and then handing his information over to his father so as to leverage himself and his desire to shut Vaulter down over Kendall’s desire to keep it open. The point is is that the show, by drawing a link between these two characters, could perhaps be suggesting to the audience that Roman’s behavior, like Bateman’s, requires an understanding of nuance. Bret Easton Ellis, who wrote the novel, grew up in an environment similar to Roman’s, coming from a wealthy family, deriving much of his literary material from what he witnessed as a child and an adult. It could perhaps best be said that both characters are a study in how environments shape people: what they bring out in them, and what they create that, for better or worse, can be left to bubble just below the surface.

3. Only Good?

This point will be fairly brief, but I did find it pertinent to comment on how many people in the fandom--maybe younger people who don’t understand the show’s nuances--seem content to constantly cast Gerri as an artless bystander to the cruises situation when this is simply not the case. It could be that some don’t recall, but in the above scene from Pre-Nuptial, Shiv demands that ATN lay off Gil Eavis by blackmailing Gerri, telling her that if she doesn’t get her way that she will blow the lid on the scandal that centers around Lester McClintock. What’s most important is the fact that when Shiv mentions the “cruise division horror show”, Gerri never asks for clarification regarding Shiv’s point. This, obviously, is because Gerri doesn’t need it. While I am not suggesting Gerri knew all along about the scandal, her lack of need for Shiv to clarify what she means by “the cover-up” is an indicator that Gerri not only knew what was going on before the audience did, but perhaps also had a hand in hiding what was happening. There could be many reasons she did so, but I felt compelled to make this point because so often people believe Gerri was caught off-guard by what was occurring at Brightstar, when in fact our introduction to her in the show was intended to serve as an indicator of her character. The phrase, “stone-cold killer bitch”, used flirtatiously by Roman, was not only intended to amuse, but also to give insight into her character. In order to survive and thrive in Waystar, Gerri would have had to have been anything but an artless child, and her reputation as a ‘stone-cold killer’ is apt, as it describes the sort of character a person generally has to take on in order to climb the ranks of the corporate world. Gerri’s panic as the cruises situation unfolds is not due to the nature of the incidences (nor is Shiv’s for that matter)--it is due to the panic she feels at having to take the fall for what occurred. What actually happened, the facts of it, don’t really bother her. That’s what makes a killer.

#gerri/roman #gerri x roman #gerri kellman #roman roy #succession #succession hbo #hbo succession #succession thoughts

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luvksj · 3 years

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yandere!btob: finding you months later after you escaped

author’s pov: heyyo it’s me again! just wanted to let you know that i don’t plan on stopping the yandere!btob spam any time soon and expect a lot more stories with a similar theme. maybe i’ll do another group like super junior or clc that don’t have any stories with these types of themes... idk.

what do you guys want to see? please don’t be afraid to tell me. anyways enjoy the story, thank you for always supporting me. ps: let’s think of this story as the successful version to ‘trying to escape’!

WARNING: strong use of violence, cursing ahead. if you feel uncomfortable with themes of stalkers/stalking, violence, obsession, yandere aus, manipulation, torture etc or mentions of blood, killing, death, torture, kidnapping or anything similar please DO NOT read this story!

plot: you succeeded in escaping them but that doesn’t mean it’ll last long.

e u n k w a n g

- you were trapped in a toxic relationship for nearly your whole with a someone who could be the definition of a psychopathic demon

- he was manipulative, possessive and controlling

- at first he was one of the sweetest, goofiest, kindest, caring and loving person which you fell for but he did a full 180 and showed his true colors

- you couldn’t do anything without his permission otherwise he’d beat you until you were on the verge of death

- no matter how many times you tried to escape, he’d somehow find you and forcefully bring you back ‘home’ where he would mercilessly punish you

- but this time, you had carefully calculated each and every step, you were determined to escape this time

- you built up his trust and he decided to foolishly trust you to stay home alone for two days while he dealt with an issue at work

- that’s when you escaped, vanished without a trace and you couldn’t help but scream in utter delight when you realized that you had succeeded for once

- tears of pure joy and happiness cascaded down your cheeks as you were finally free of him

- six months had passed and you had settled down comfortably with your new life

- you had got a good paying job and everything in your life was finally right for once

- however this ‘fantasy dream’ was destroyed one day

- walking home from work, you reached your apartment and noticed that the door was unlocked, knowing fully well that you always lock the door before you leave for work every day

- a bad feeling pools in your stomach and you contemplate whether or not to open the door

- unfortunately a voice interrupts your mental debate, “jagiya! i know you’re there!”

- everything suddenly stopped, you couldn’t believe it, he had found you and you were now in danger

- slowly backing away, you try to run but a hand grabs your wrist and throws you harshly against the wall

- it was him, you were hoping this was all a nightmare but it wasn’t

- eunkwang had spent every second of the past six months searching for you and he finally got news that you were hiding out in jeju

- he immediately went there and using his charm, he found your apartment and waited there for you

- he had vowed to himself that he’ll never let you out of his sights again

“I finally found you after so long... why did you leave me?! Nevermind, I found you and now I’ll never let you out of my sight ever again.”

m i n h y u k

- let’s be honest for a moment, it was a real miracle you managed to even to get out of the house, let alone escape his clutches

- minhyuk had caged you like an animal inside his big mansion which was hidden in depths of forest so you couldn’t escape

- plus he had hired 24/7 security so there was really no hope in you even being able to leave without being noticed

- however, you needed to try because you couldn’t live like this anymore and let him control you like you belonged to him

- you were not a possession he could own and so you started planning your escape

- minhyuk was possessive and aggressive

- he’d get angry at anyone even talking or touching you thinking you were cheating on him so he’d punish both you and the person

- everyone knew you belonged to him because he’d always say it, “she’s mine! hands off her!”

- by some god blessed miracle, you managed to escape this prison while he was away for the day

- after kissing him up, he decided to let his guard down for once and trusted you home alone

- as soon as he left, you escaped by finding his little notebook containing all the passcodes to every single door and gate

- packing a bag and caught a bus to anywhere far away from that torture chamber

- you couldn’t believed you had actually escaped him and silently celebrated as you arrived at the new place you would call home

- four months later, you had settled down and found yourself a job, working in a cafe near the apartment you had brought

- right now, everything was going well in your life

- one day, you were working when you spotted a horrifying sight and nearly screamed as it came closer to you

- minhyuk destroyed everything in his path when he realized you had succeeded in escaping him despite doing everything to keep you caged up with him

- he was angry and nearly killed the entire security team he hired for being incompetent at their jobs

- everyday he’d search for you, leaving corner unturned, he didn’t care how long it would take, he will find you

- his persistence and determination finally paid off when he had just finished making rounds when he spotted a familiar figure inside a cafe

- he stormed inside and he tried to grab your wrist but you managed to evade him

- running off, he continued chasing you and once he caught you, you will never be able to leave his side again

“Stop playing these games right now, jagi! You will always belong to me no matter what!”

c h a n g s u b

- changsub was someone you met while at school, he was in most of your classes

- both of you got on really well but you failed to notice all the warning signs people gave you about him and accepted his confession

- that’s when your life became hell

- he was manipulative, possessive and clingy

- you couldn’t do anything without his permission and most of the time he’d say no to you

- if you dared disobey him, he’d punish you until you cried for him to stop or you just passed out

- he wasn’t the changsub you grew to like, the changsub you knew was the complete opposite of this one

- the changsub you knew was kind, sweet, funny, bubbly, outgoing, caring and everything you could ask for in a boyfriend but this one... he made your life a living hell

- one day, you couldn’t take it anymore and after gaining his trust, you fled when he went away for a week for work purposes

- he trusted you home alone but you took that opportunity to escape this demon’s grasp

- you even left korea and moved to [choose a country] where you could rebuild the disaster that is your life

- nine months had passed and you were confident he wouldn’t find you

- you had settled down nicely in the country and found yourself a job which kept a roof over your head, food in your body and paid your bills

- however, that luck unfortunately ran thin one day because by coincidence changsub had a meeting in [your chosen country]

- when changsub came home and found out you had succeeded in escaping him, he was livid

- how dare you leave him? he didn’t give you permission to do that

- changsub searched all over korea for you but you were no where in sight and he was getting frustrated because you were really testing his patience

- nine months had passed and he had a meeting in [your chosen country], he had hoped you would be there so he could bring you back

- after his meeting, he decided to drive around and by fate he saw you walking from work

- “oooh baby!” he sang out and you froze, you hoped it was a hallucination but when a pair of familiar tattooed arms wrapped tightly around you... it was him

- while hugging you tightly, he whispered some words into your ear and silently promised himself that he would never let this happen again

“Baby I was so worried! Let’s go home now where I’ll make sure you never act so foolishly ever again...”

h y u n s i k

- you vanished without a trace one night while you both were out celebrating his current achievement at work

- he latched firmly by your side and informed you not to walk off without him

- however little did he know you had something else planned... for a while now and tonight would be the only chance to execute it

- again, when you guys met he was a different person, the person you fell in love with not this monster

- that hyunsik was shy, reserved, full of adorable charm and the sweetest person you probably ever met within your existence

- once you guys began dating, he suddenly changed into this possessive, clingy and controlling monster who believed he had total control over you

- he decides what you can or cannot do, what you can or cannot wear, you’re his little muse and he loves showing you off to any and every one he meets

- you have had enough with this behavior and wanted to free yourself but you knew that wasn’t going to be easy

- luckily, you had been a good girl and gained his trust enough for him to take you to this celebration, honoring him for all his hard work

- he didn’t let you attend such events because he didn’t like people staring at you because you were a lovely piece of candy in a pack of hungry wolves

- while everyone was mingling, you excused yourself saying you needed to go to the bathroom and he thankfully let you since he was talking with some important people

- that’s when you disappeared and ran to your awaiting ride, you disappeared to a small village completely off the grid

- three months later and you had completely settled down, working as a farmer for an elderly couple, tending to their luscious garden full of vegetables

- you were confident he’d never find you here but hyunsik isn’t the one to give up so easily

- once hyunsik realized you hadn’t returned from the bathroom, he got a bad feeling and stormed inside the girls bathroom ignoring people’s screams

- you were nowhere to be seen despite his security team triple checking the venue, he realized you had run off and was incredibly pissed that he let something like this happen

- the happiest moment in his life turned out to be the worst moment because his babygirl had betrayed him

- everyday he would look for you and unfortunately you were nowhere to be seen despite sending out search teams

- one day, one of his security guards notified him of someone resembling you who was living in a quiet village and he immediately drove there

- returning home from work, you immediately sensed something wrong and turned around to see a figure following you

- a bad feeling settled in your stomach and you quickened your pace but this person was faster

- they immediately pin you against a wall in an alleyway, taking off their disguise to reveal the one person you didn’t want to see again

- hyunsik maliciously grinned, trailing a finger against your cheek and you tried pushing him off but this angered him even more

- tightening his grip, he dragged you back to his car and threw you inside before driving off

“You’re really something else, huh? When did my babygirl become so naughty and disobey me huh? When we get home, I’ll show you what happens to naughty little girls who disobey their master.”

p e n i e l

- peniel, oh sweet peniel, this two-faced bastard was the reason you hated life and your motivation to escape this wicked world known as your relationship.

- on the outside, he was sweet, kind-hearted, down-to-earth, laid-back, caring... everything you could possibly want in a boyfriend. this gained him tons of contacts all over the world.

- that’s how you guys also met, you came to korea for an exchange program and he was assigned to look after you.

- he looked after you, attended to your every needs and this blinded you to see his real side, believing he was just a precious little puppy but oh boy did he prove you wrong.

- while spending time with you, he developed a fondness which turned drastically into an obsession. he didn’t want you to leave, you were his and no-one elses so he kidnapped you.

- that started the worst three-years of your life.

- you were kept tightly sealed in a room and you weren’t allowed to even open the door otherwise he’d think you were trying to leave him.

- you craved freedom from this clingy, possessive, two-faced bastard so you kissed him up while pushing your pride to the side and interacted with him when he came for his daily chats.

- peniel trusted you to roam freely around the house, thinking you would never escape because he had contacts everywhere from korea to antartica. but you were a determined little girl.

- so once he left you to your devices, you vanished without a trace by meticulously planning this escape everyday until it was perfect.

- fast forward two months later and your luck ran thin.

- when peniel came home and noticed you were nowhere to be seen, he panicked then literally tore the house down out of anger, anxiety, frustration and guilt.

- how dare you leave him, you were his to begin with and spent every day searching for you and used every single contact he had but came back with negative results.

- but he finally found you after a contact spotted you and raced there, determined to catch you before you could flee again.

- you had sought shelter in new zealand because you believed no-one would find you here.

- settling down, you stayed at a hotel while working as a cleaner at a nearby school and even though it barely covered your expenses, you continued working hard cleaning.

- oh but you were wrong because two months later, you had finished cleaning and got changed into normal clothes, waving goodbye to your colleagues and caught a bus home to your hotel.

- when your stop came, you exited off the bus and didn’t even bother to pay attention to the person dressed in all black, watching you with hawk-eyes.

- that person immediately grabbed you and pinned you harshly against the side of the bus station, you tried screaming for help but once the person revealed himself, you went quiet.

- how did he find you, you were sure that you were well-hidden but fate had other plans for you.

- peniel sweetly smiled at you but you could see his true intentions behind that facade, besides you were in a public place after all and he didn’t want to ruin his public image.

- once you guys were inside his car, he’d drop his facade and his true demeanor would show, silently promising himself that he’d never let this happen again.

- “Baby! I was so worried about you! Why did you do that?! Don’t do that again... otherwise you’ll reap even harsher consequences...”

i l h o o n

- it wasn’t hard to see that ilhoon was different from the rest.

- he didn’t hide behind a ‘fake persona’, he showed you and everyone who he was immediately by claiming you as his.

- everyday, he would remind people what belongs to him and what will happen if someone dares to even touch you, he didn’t mind demonstrating the consequences to everyone.

- you hated how he dictated your life like some video game character. he choose what you could do and if you dared to disobey him, your punishment was severe because ‘bad girls deserve to be punished.’

- there was no chance in you escaping because he was attached to your hip 24/7, 365. he wasn’t taking any chances of you trying something so foolish because you belonged to him. end of story.

- however, you decided to take a chance and escape him while he decided to trust you by yourself while he was being pulled into a ‘last-minute’ meeting.

- there was security guards and cameras everywhere so ilhoon believed you wouldn’t get far but he didn’t know that you had been carefully looking for every blind spot of every security camera while waiting for him to finish his first meeting.

- once those doors closed, you took off and evaded both his security cameras and guards by making up some sort of stupid but believable excuse.

- you cheered loudly as the taxi took off and his taunting black car wasn’t following you, knowing you had successfully escaped the clutches of a psychopathic beast.

- seven months later, you resided in an unknown part of korea and decided to go by a fake name to keep your identity a secret, you got a boring office job that paid your bills.

- on the other hand, ilhoon was livid when he returned to his office, hoping for his precious babygirl to be waiting for him since the meeting went terribly and craved for your embrace but you were nowhere in sight.

- he wasn’t gone for that long?! how did you manage to escape him in such a short amount of time?!

- ilhoon destroyed his office in anger and then continued his path of destruction on his lousy security team that bowed their heads low while ilhoon continued going off at them for failing to do their jobs.

- everyday he searched for you, he didn’t give two damns about his health, you were more important and he’d be damned if something so little prevented him from looking for you.

- by this point, ilhoon looked awful. he had nearly died from malnourishment if his private doctor didn’t physically force food down his throat and he spent that time thinking about how he could be searching for you than eating food.

- one day, his tactics finally paid off when one of his security guards announced that he had found you after spending all afternoon looking for you and found you walking home after work.

- ilhoon immediately raced to your location and grinned sinisterly, knowing once he reached you, he would never let you out of his sight again.

- you were oblivious that your crazy boyfriend had found you until you were walking home one day and spotted an oh-so-familiar black lamborghini following.

- you tried sprinting in the opposite direction but ilhoon pulled his window down and grabbed your arm tightly, digging his nails into your wrist.

- struggling, he looks at you beneath his sunglasses and you noticed his new appearance. ilhoon stepped out of the car, briefly letting go of your wrist but he just as quickly pinned you against his car.

- caressing your face, he smiled at your terrified expression and once you both got home, he’d punish you to remind you who you fucking belong too.

“Boo! I found you jagi! I’ve been searching for you every single day and now that this stupid game of hide and seek is finished, I’ll make sure you know what happens to things that belong to me disappearing.”

s u n g j a e

- from the first time sungjae laid eyes on you, he knew that he wanted you all for himself and once he set his mind to something... no-one could stop him.

- sungjae manipulated his way into your life by spreading fake rumors about those around you and acted like any best friend should by comforting you,

- then once everyone was out of the way, he revealed his true colors and kept you locked up inside his house while manically smiling because he had once again succeeded in getting what he wanted.

- you hated yourself for blindly believing him but how could you not, he was charming, sweet, kind, innocent, adorable and it wasn’t hard to not believe what he was say.

- he liked coming home from work everyday and just cuddling with you but you refused this act of love so many times that it set him off so he decided to punish you for disobeying him.

- once he realized that you weren’t budging, he started manipulating you by playing victim and making you feel guilty... which worked for sometime until you started realizing the game he was playing.

- it disgusted you how your best friend was actually this manipulative, clingy monster underneath that facade that everyone fell for and you were determined in escaping his clutches.

- however, it would be challenging since he knew where you were every second of the day and kept tabs on you. however you were also incredibly stubborn and determined so you crafted a perfect plan and got to work.

- pushing your dignity and pride aside for once, you started gaining his trust and made him believe you were finally ready to be a ‘good girl’ and sungjae fell for it.

- one day, he trusted you alone for a day as his work needed him to handle something important.

- as soon as he disappeared, you smirked before grabbing your belongings and ditched the place, laughing as you had just played him at his own game, mentally applauding yourself.

- five months later and you had hidden yourself in daegu, working at a secluded cafe as a barista.

- you were happy that you escaped the devil’s clutches but sungjae on the other hand was angry, livid... all other synonyms to those words.

- he came home so happy that the important thing at work went so well and he wanted to come home to you waiting for him then spend the entire night cuddling.

- but imagine his surprise when you’re no where to be seen and he realized that you had just played him at his own game, making him incredibly mad that he fell for it.

- the next months were spent hunting you down but even his most trusted resources couldn’t find you making him even more agitated and angry that you were really testing his patience.

- sungjae made it real clear that you belonged to him and even got rid of everyone who posed as a threat to him, so why did you leave him?

- one day, his work sent him to daegu and he was walking alone in the streets when he coincidentally looked across the street into a cafe.

- he instantly recognized your figure and made a bee line for the cafe, happy he finally found you and order his special drink, stating clearly that he wanted you to deliver it to him.

- you found this request unusual but as you made the drink, you got a bad feeling about this person who ordered this drink and your suspicions were confirmed when you delivered it.

- placing down the drink, the person looks up and sungjae smiles mockingly, his usual charming smile would make butterflies appear but in your case, your anxiety just went haywire.

- was it a coincidence? you had taken extra measures to ensure he’d never find you. so why did fate just decide to rain on your parade.

- sungjae grabbed your wrist, pulling you down to his height and leaned closer to whisper something in your ear, making your blood freeze.

- “I see you like playing games and I must applaud you for playing me with my own game. But now, I will be taking you home where I’ll show you whose boss here.”

b t o b

- i’ll be honest for a moment, you should really applaud yourself because you managed to escape despite having seven possessive, manipulative, clingy, aggressive yandere boyfriends.

- at first, you were a back-up dancer for them and they took an immediate liking towards you which turned into an obsession because you were everything they wanted in a girlfriend.

- when they confessed, you tried declining stating you weren’t interested in pursuing a relationship right now but that went in one ear and out the other.

- this started the downfall of your life and you were miserable because you had been trapped in something that you couldn’t escape. btob had done a real 180 from the idols MELODYs loved to something so horrific that it made you cry.

- people around you started noticing the sudden shift in your mood and despite trying to put up a ‘happy’ front, some could see through the cracks.

- btob on the outside were those loveable beagle idols that everyone loved: cheeky, sweet, kind-hearted, quirky, funny and outging. but when they were with you (alone), they turned into cold, manipulative, possessive, clingy people.

- you already knew no-one would believe you if you told them about what btob is really like and they’d say you were making things up. so you had to take matters into your own hands.

- for months, you sucked up your pride and acted like that ‘perfect little girl’ they loved and gained each member’s trust slowly but surely.

- eventually, they trusted you to stay home alone while they went on tour. they were certain you wouldn’t try anything because there were security cameras operating in the dorm 24/7.

- waving goodbye, you grinned as you put your plan into motion and fled after a couple of days of waiting it out since they would be constantly checking the cameras.

- disabling all security cameras, you brought a plane ticket and took your small stash of belongings and left korea altogether.

- one year later, you were happily settled down in canada and were confident that they wouldn’t find you because you had gone extra measures to ensure this.

- as you lived your happy life, btob were not happy. they realized something was wrong after looking at the cameras only for them to not be turned on and returned back to realize you had escaped.

- btob were livid, frustrated, angry, disappointed and slightly impressed that you escaped. they turned korea upside down trying to find you but failed because you weren’t even in the country.

- you were really testing their patience. you belonged to them so what gave you the right to leave them? and how dare you betray them like this!

- one day, btob found you by a mircale since a MELODY posted a blurry picture of you in canada and they immediately flew over.

- however, you were spending your free day from work exploring canada when you received a phone call from a phone number you immediately recognized.

- panicking, you decline it and look around you but you couldn’t see them. however another recognizable number called, you again ignore it knowing you’re testing their patience.

- they don’t relent and eventually you answer it, whimpering slightly at the sudden harsh voice emitted, “jagiya... stop playing these games and come home right now.” changsub demanded.

- you tried running off but sungjae’s chuckle made you stop, “don’t try running jagi. we already have you cornered.” looking up, there stood your 4 of your boyfriends at the end of the street, disguised wearing coats, hats and masks.

- frozen on your spot, you turn around only to see the other three blocking off the other exit, leaving you trapped.

- approaching your trembling figure, minhyuk and ilhoon grabbed your wrists tightly which prevented you from escaping. eunkwang crouched in front of you smiling mockingly.

- behind those disguises, you knew that sinister intentions awaited you and there was no way they would ever trust you again.

- “Thank god we found you! We really have to thank MELODYs for helping us find you otherwise you’d still be running loose. Now, let’s go home where we’ll never let you go again...”

I’m sorry for not posting in a while, been having a road block of ideas. Anyway here you go, sorry if it’s shit.

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