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Checkmate - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

The new Smackdown GM reminds the Tribal Chief who’s boss, in more ways than one. The aftermath of the highly entertaining WrestleMania 40 Press Conference.

Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC

Word Count: 5.9k

Warning: Smut

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Answer your fuckin phone.

She's been expecting his text message, to add to the half-dozen missed calls he's already deluged her phone with. His WrestleMania plans were thrown into disarray tonight and for some reason he thinks she has something to do with it.

Too bad she doesn't give a fuck what he thinks.

I'm calling you one more time. You better pick up.

So bossy. Always has been. But he knows damn well who the boss really is. When her phone springs to life again with his beautiful face snarling at her through the screen, she rolls onto her back with a heavy sigh, smooths down her oversized t-shirt and presses the green button, waiting to hear his deep voice on the other end of the line.

"What the fuck, Joy!"

Damn. Even when he's pissed, he sounds sexy as hell; it's the same menacing timbre he adopts when he's folding her up and turning her out. The memory makes her hot between her thighs.

"Reigns." Her voice is calm and steady despite the thumps of her heart, calling out to him even when she doesn't want it to.

"Why was Cody there tonight? Hmm?" he demands, his temper simmering beneath his words. "I coulda sworn he agreed to step aside for Dwayne. Why he change his mind? Did you have something to do with it? What'chu say to him, huh?"

She extends her left hand to inspect her ombre-colored acrylic nails. "Calm your tits. I don't control Cody's actions, I'm Smackdown's GM, not Raw's. He won the Rumble and he has the right to choose who he wants."

"Don't patronize me, Joy! Rock and I were a done deal!"

"You sound tense, Reigns. Paranoid, even," she smirks, "Worried you can't beat the American Nightmare a second time? Besides, you heard the fans...they wanna see you and him-"

"Bullshit!" he cuts her off. "This wasn't about no fans. You wanted this and I know why. You saw the pictures of me and Venita over Christmas and you been in your feelings ever since."

It's a predictable, childish response, and though there's some truth to it, she dismisses its immature delivery. "What you do with your bitch is your business. You are marrying her, after all," she says coolly, hearing him bristle at the other end.

"See? We ain't had a civil conversation since those photos got out. I know exactly how you feel about her, so tell me I'm lying."

"Don't ever question my ability to separate business from pleasure. You are walking proof of that," Joy warns him. "My problem is with you questioning my authority, with your silly little threats and your temper tantrums. You did it leading up to the Rumble and I'll be damned if I let it happen again. In case you forgot, I run Smackdown now. You work for me. The Mania match is scheduled, so your ass better show up in Philly, you understand me?"

A long, tense moment crawls by.

"Are you done?" he says, sounding bored.

"No. Whatchu gon' do about it?" Joy challenges.

"You looked hot as fuck in that dress tonight."

She rolls her eyes. Of course he deflects. But it's not going to work this time. She wants him to feel as frustrated as she has been over the last couple of months. "Ain't your fiancée over there with you?" she retorts, her tone clipped and snarky.

"She's in the Hamptons. And even if she was here, that ain't never stopped us anyways," he calls her out.

"Whatever." As flippant as she's tried to be about it, she is growing tired of the same old song and dance between her and Roman. She's allowed him to juggle her and Venita, and she blames herself for not leaving him alone when he chose to stay with her. Perfect, pretty little naive Venita. The IG influencer extraordinaire whose only two cares in life are her follower count and the picture-perfect aesthetics of the 'Roman & Venita' brand.

Whatever helps her sleep at night, I guess.

Joy had wondered just how perfect they really were the first time she saw the couple backstage in the Thunderdome, with Venita looking bored as hell the entire time she was there. It was clear that she had no interest in Roman's world, and Joy told him just that. Certain she would be fired on her first day for opening her big mouth, he had merely laughed and agreed, and it was then she found out she was his producer for the upcoming Bloodline saga. Onscreen, they created magic with the now legendary Tribal Chief storyline, but the magic they soon began making behind the scenes and between the sheets was even better and way too hot for TV.

She's never had time to be ashamed of inserting herself in someone else's relationship, mainly because her career has accelerated to the top of WWE's creative hierarchy. Plus, she's not about to give up such great sex, not with a stroke game that superb and a libido as high as her ambitions. Sometimes she wishes she doesn't have to share him, but she accepts that she can't have it all. After all, she already lords over the A-show as Smackdown's General Manager, meaning she is virtually unstoppable now, with money, power, and most importantly, the balls of the biggest star in the industry in the palm of her hand. Literally.

But he's pissing her off right now.

"Look, I want us to talk. Come see me." He's turned on the charm but Joy refuses to fall for it.

"What I want is an apology for your constant disrespect ever since I became GM," she replies, "I told you; I don't give a damn that we're fucking. Do not make an enemy out of me, Roman."

The Tribal Chief sighs heavily. "Look. You're right. Let me make it up to you. Come to my room so we can talk things out."

"No. You just want pussy."

"That too," he snickers.

Joy bites her lip as she idly circles her middle and ring finger over her pussy lips. She had no prior plans to touch herself, but listening to his deep, haughty voice has sparked a throbbing between her thighs that needs urgent attention. "Right. Well, I don't feel like leaving my room. This bed is way too comfy," she emphasizes.

"Mine is comfier. Are you alone?" he asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Woman, you better not be givin' my pussy to nobody else," he growls, making her laugh.

"You're hilarious. My pussy is mine and mine alone, no matter how good you beat it and eat it," she reminds him, her smile widening as she hears him taking deep breaths, trying to compose himself.

"I see that you get off on testing my patience. Does that turn you on, baby girl? Hmm? Does it make that pussy wet? I bet you wet right now." His voice drops an entire octave at that last part, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning when her slick honey pools around her fingers.

"I might be," she gasps.

"Then bring your ass over here and let me take care of it."

Joy huffs, determined to resist him for as long as she can. "I can take care of myself, Reigns. Matter of fact, I'm doing just that as we speak..."

"Aww, babe, don't be touchin' on my pussy without me," he grumbles. His frustration makes her grin in triumph. She holds all the cards and she's enjoying listening to him squirm.

"I wanna see you, beautiful. We ain't been together in so long. I miss you," Roman continues.

"Is that right?"

"Uh huh. Don't you miss me, Joy? Don't you miss this dick? It definitely misses you. Listen..."

The slippery, sticky sound that follows his words is unmistakable, and her heart pounds in her chest at his soft groan. The image of him lying in his bed, probably naked, jerking off to her, makes her stomach flip and her pussy spasm beneath her fingers. The tension crackles over the phone, simmering with the same intensity as though he were right there in person.

"Hear that, baby? That's how bad I need you. Come over." His silky-smooth whisper finally loosens the last thread of control she has held onto tightly up to this point. She knows that ultimately, she won't deny him...she never does because she can't, and he knows that.

"Gimme ten minutes," she relents.

"Make it five."

"I said, ten. Text me your room number." Cutting the call before he can respond, she leaves her bed and searches for a couple of accessories to wear. After a quick check in the mirror, she picks up her phone and sees he's already sent her his room number. The thought of what is about to transpire hastens her flight out of the room, the dead of night no match for her rapidly burning need for him. She has since accepted that she will always need him, too.

His door swings open seconds after she knocks, and a surprised yelp escapes her when he yanks her inside and tugs her flush against him. He is barefoot, in gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, and shirtless to show off the majesty of his massive, inked chest. Joy meets his loaded stare head-on as he drinks in her own appearance. She is in one of his old Nike hoodies that she swiped from him and never gave back, with the open zipper in the middle showing the swell of her breasts underneath. Long pastel-pink stockings run up to her brown thighs with gray Crocs on her feet. As his eyes crawl hungrily up and down her frame, her body thrums with realization at just how hard he is, his sizable erection poking her lower belly. Despite their back-and-forth, it's no mistake that she intoxicates him, and that power thrills her.

"Like what you see, champ?" she asks, staring him down for his response.

Roman's moan is ragged as he clamps his huge paw around her throat and covers her mouth with his, and she instantly melts in his arms, her nerves alight from his touch. She is swept up in the softness of his lips, the sweetness of his taste that contrasts erotically with his aggressiveness and the eager, hungry flicking of their tongues as the kiss heats up. He feels wonderfully warm and smells incredible like he always does.

Reluctantly, his mouth retreats from hers and he tucks his face in the hollow of her neck. He nuzzles his cheek against her skin and inhales the fragrance he's missed so much, her hushed moan caressing the depths of his senses.

"You a vindictive little bitch, you know that?" he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her throat.

"Only when I wanna be," she hums, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You musta loved watching me lose my cool tonight," he adds, "I saw the look in your eyes on that stage when I got into it with those two bums. That shit turned you on. Your nipples were hard through your dress. And I'm sure that pussy was soaked."

Truth be told, seeing his cool calm composure collapse, with his long hair flying and cocky countenance as he talked shit to Cody and Seth, made her so wet she had to run into a restroom stall to take off her panties, forcing her to go commando for the rest of the night. She'll never admit it though; she never likes to give him the upper hand. "How do you know?" she challenges.

"Cuz I know you. I know everything about your body, sweetheart," Roman brags, "I know what you like, and I know you love testing me cuz it makes me wanna fuck the attitude outta you."

"So what are you waiting for?" She licks her glossy lips, full and pouting, goading him with her bedroom eyes. But the Tribal Chief can feel her body trembling, betraying her bravado. This time he has the upper hand and he plans to exploit it.

He pulls her hoodie over her head and his eyes immediately drop to the thin beaded belly chain adorning her slender waist, accentuating her delicious curves. Desire gleams in his brown irises at the sight of her bare breasts, the fleshy mounds popping out at him, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. "Fuck, you're sexy," he murmurs. He massages each one then leans down to lick and suck on them, his tongue and hands working together to pleasure her.

"Ooh, that feels good," she moans, placing her hair behind her ear to get a good look at him feasting on her nipples. Ever the multitasker, he grabs her white lace thong at the hem, yanking impatiently until it rips from her body. Joy bursts out laughing at his savagery. "I knew you was gon' fuck up my panties," she jokes.

"I replace 'em, don't I?" He abandons her breasts and kisses her again, this time sliding both hands down to her round backside and lifting her up to press her against the wall. The friction of their bare chests pressed together, nipples grazing, her legs wrapping around his waist and bringing them even closer, builds the desire. He grinds his throbbing hardness against the open heat between her thighs, and she gets him back by reaching inside his sweatpants and grabbing his dick, stroking the turgid flesh as it jumps in her grasp. "Mmm, baby you're so hard. Put it in me," she orders.

"Not yet," he cuts her off, his huge biceps flexing as he carries her across the lavish suite. "Come over here, you little slut. Come suck my dick in front of this great view of the Strip."

Next to the expansive window is an L-shaped sofa large enough for a good trip to Pound Town. As he takes off his pants, Joy can't stop herself from drooling at his towering form. Six foot three, bronzed Adonis with chocolate eyes, luscious hair, massive and muscled and all man, with a long, hefty cock pulsing between those powerful thighs. He looks like a demigod in all his glory, and she venerates at the altar of his beauty.

Roman settles himself at the other end of the sofa and eyes her down with a smug smirk. Tucking his hands behind his head, he spreads his legs. "Crawl to me," he commands, his smirk widening when she advances towards him on all fours. Joy is a work of art, with nicely sized titties, round hips, thick, mouth-watering thighs and ass and that fat pussy he dreams about at least once a day. Every part of her is real and silky soft to the touch. It's been years since he first tasted her, and he is still drunk off it. She is a potent drug he can't wean himself off of, and frankly, he doesn't want to. He loves Venita, but for all her prowess in bed, she does not possess a fraction of the wild thrill that encapsulates the woman before him. He wants Joy, needs her like he needs to breathe, and he always will. He will seek his fiancée's forgiveness when that day comes.

Joy slowly slithers up the length of his body, ignoring his erection for now as she straddles him and plants a long, wet kiss on his mouth, the sound of their lips meeting and parting filling the suite. Her hands caress the tight muscles of his body, having memorized all the spots that make his breath quicken and his pulse spike. He puts his hands on her hips, but she seizes them and pins them above his head without breaking stride, laughing when he moans out with frustration. She catches his tongue as it slides into her mouth, and she proceeds to suck on it, her head bobbing like she is sucking his dick. Saliva quickly gathers around their joined mouths as she feasts on only his tongue. It's the messiest, sloppiest, hottest kiss they've ever shared, and the tension is reaching fever pitch as a result.

"You want me to suck your dick like this, baby?" Joy asks. When Roman nods, she tugs his lower lip between her teeth. "Say it," she orders, her fingers digging into his wrists. Her hips are rolling too, moving in a seductive, serpentine dance that short circuits every fiber of his being. He can't move even if he wants to; his senses are pinned down to the bed along with his body. The Tribal Chief is helpless, forced to endure the sweetest agony, with the head of his dick grazing her wet slit and driving him insane. An uncharacteristic whimper deserts his lips as his blood pumps with agitation.

"Yes," he responds breathlessly.

"What's the magic word?" Joy presses. The mocking smirk gracing her pretty features should infuriate him, but it only arouses him instead.

"Please," he concedes, knowing full well that she will drag out the torture until he succumbs. With a triumphant smile and one more intoxicating kiss, she finally takes pity on him and makes the descent down his heaving body, soothing his butterscotch skin with soft kisses. As she nears his groin, his eyes squeeze shut, and he takes deep breaths to remain focused.

"You think you're in control, toying with two women's lives." Joy shakes her head. "Hell no. I'm in control, Roman. I own you. You're mine to do with however I want. And you know the best part?"

She closes her mouth over the tip of him, giving it a gentle suckle before driving home her point. "Deep down, you love that shit."

Roman merely grins. The power has shifted back in his possession and she doesn't even know it. He shows her when he strikes with lightning speed, grabbing her and twisting her around so her legs are on either side of his head. Stunned, Joy grabs his thighs to steady herself, as he's already grabbing handfuls of her ass while using his tongue to part her lower lips. Her body jerks from the warm fat wetness of his tongue lashing around her sensitive crevices, softening her up with his saliva. Heady with desire, she just lays there with his dick in her hand, too overwhelmed to do anything else but moan with pleasure.

A sudden, stinging smack on her left ass cheek jolts her back to earth.

"You gon' suck me off or what?" Roman demands impatiently before refocusing on his own task.

Regaining her senses, her mouth engulfs his length, her head bobbing with her wrist twisting around the base. She cups his balls and rolls them in her other hand, making him groan wantonly. Her mouth is warm and her pouty lips are tight around him, sliding up and down with her tongue trailing saliva along his hard flesh. He retaliates by spreading her pussy open and holding her down on him, sucking and licking her folds with rapid strokes and enjoying her sexy throaty sounds that mingle with the sloppy slurps of his mouth on her. The increased pressure on her sensitive pussy has her moaning and squirming against his face, which in turn floods his tongue with her taste. His appreciative groans while licking her in rhythm with her rolling hips sends shivers down her spine.

Mustering all the strength she possesses, Joy frees herself from his clutches and crawls back down his body, her juices smearing a slick trail along his torso as she guides his length inside her with impressive quickness. She moans out loud as he fills her, her head tipping forwards as his big palms paw at the supple flesh of her backside. Roman groans at the wetness that welcomes his dick as it disappears into the warm canal of her pussy. "Yeah, fuck me good, baby girl," he growls, slapping her ass in encouragement.

Holding onto his ankles, she rocks up and down his erection, winding her hips with each drop down to take him as deep as she can. His husky moans and his tight grip on her waist empower her. Joy seizes every chance she can to turn him into putty in her hands. Because the motherfucker never likes to relinquish control, always determined to break her down into submission; whether it's with his God-gifted tongue, or his huge hands choking her, or with that big ol' dick, fucking her against the wall of her office, bending her over the table in his locker room at TV, or making her ride him in the bowels of his private jet. It's fun taking control from him and showing him who's boss, on the job and especially outside of it.

"You love it when I ride this big dick dontcha? Got you deep in this pussy just the way you like it," she purrs haughtily, upping the ante by reaching down to grip his cock.

The Tribal Chief realizes she's on demon time to be stroking his dick while riding him. She looks so sexy on top of him, in them pretty waist beads and stockings. Her thick hips roll back lavishly, her even thicker ass presses down on his pelvis, grinding and twisting and nudging him all the way up in her creamy pussy. Damn. He loves the way she fucks him. Baby girl has mad skills and a juicy pussy, and he is glad to be the one she uses them on. "Go faster, baby. Bounce on my dick," he cajoles, massaging her ass cheeks and groaning softly when she obeys, "Uh-huh, just like that, babe, unnnh..."

She can almost see the look of pleasure on his face. She can definitely hear him as he tugs at the soft flesh of her butt, lost to the depths of her warm wetness, in the erotic sounds of their sex noises and their slapping skin filling the big room as she bounces on his dick. Another moan escapes her, her head tilting back as he angles his hips to make his dick reach that oh-so-sweet spot inside her. He smacks her ass again, earning yet another whimper from her lips as her juices trickle down his length down to his balls. Her thighs are starting to burn from her efforts, but she can't stop, not when she's so close...

"Uhhhn baby, I'm comin'," she gasps, leaning back to rest her hands on his chest as she gyrates her ass on him. Roman's breathing is as heavy as hers, his fingers digging into her hips to steer her movements. The sensations are overwhelming as her walls contract around him, her pussy moistening as she leans forward again and rides him even harder. Seconds later, a flooding orgasm bursts inside her with such power that it wracks her entire body with tremors. Through the thick fog of numbing pleasure, she hears Roman's surprised grunt as her cum leaks all over his groin area.

"Damn baby, you nuttin' all over me. I knew you been needin' this dick," he taunts her.

Truth be told, she wasn't expecting to come this hard, but fuck it always feels so good when she does. "Oh my god," her voice trembles, her hand clutching the headrest to keep from collapsing in a heap.

Roman spanks her again. "I ain't tell you to stop. Keep goin'..."

"Hol' up, you got me shakin' so much," Joy groans, her thighs still quivering. He is still deep inside her, his dick throbbing impatiently inside the warmth of her tight walls.

"If I take this shit over, you won't be able to walk in the morning, that's a promise," he threatens.

"Then quit talkin' and do that shit," she bites back, glaring at him over her shoulder.

"A'ight then." He pulls her backwards on top of him, with her back to his chest. He grabs her legs and holds her up by her knees, thrusting upwards into her, reveling in her surprised yelp that quickly dissolves into loud moans. This new position feels so good that she's whining and making noises that only seem to turn him on as he strokes in and out of her pussy from underneath, making her body react and remind her exactly why she's not leaving his trifling ass anytime soon.

"Uhnnn yes, Roman, fuck me," she whimpers over and over, her mind spiraling, her eyes rolling back. He is relentless, pulling her legs further back and pounding her faster, sparking another intense orgasm. She squirts so hard that she's left dizzy and boneless, causing her to slip off his sweat-slick body, a shivering crumpled mess. She curls up into a fetal position and gives in to the intense euphoria of her release. With a proud snicker, the Tribal Chief caresses all over her body, then rolls her onto her stomach, spreading her thighs to observe the damage he's inflicted on her pussy.

"We ain't finished," he informs her, tapping his hard, slickened dick against her soaked, puffy folds. She tenses and arches her back on instinct, anticipating his invasion. He smiles behind her, grabs her hips, and drags her limp body up and onto his hard, waiting dick. The moans they exhale together is a symphony that serenades the pair as he continues his hard, deep thrusts. With her hips in the air and her backside in his calloused palms, she is at his mercy yet again, and her vision swims at the feeling of him practically in her spine. She knows just how deep that big ass dick of his can get inside her, but it never fails to wipe her mind blank when it does.

"Oh, fuck," she mumbles into the couch, her face sinking further in it as he drills into her hard and rough. It hurts so good that it's quite literally taking her breath away. "Shit, fuck Roman, wait, wait," she pleads, reaching behind to push his thigh and forcing him to halt his movements.

"Too much?" he asks, laughing as he presses gentle kisses along her spine, feeling her body shiver from the contact. "That's what you get when your pussy is so good. You was talkin' all that shit earlier, best believe I ain't lettin' up, baby girl. Who owns who now, huh," he says, swatting her ass and starting again.

"You're a cocky asshole," she moans shakily, defiance swirling in her lust-filled gaze.

Roman's smirk is diabolical and panty-wetting. "And don't you forget it. Now shut up and take this dick."

Joy winces as his hand curves around her throat, the other clutching her lower hip as he fucks her prone body into the sofa. She clings to the cushions and her sanity with everything she has, tears filling her eyes as he pummels her with hurried, lethal thrusts, making her ass jiggle and her pussy drip some more as she's dragged dangerously close to the precipice. He pushes the arch out of her back and flips her around, sliding right back inside before she can regain her bearings and dropping his body weight on her. His intoxicating cologne surrounds her as their mouths crush together in a hungry, toe-curling kiss. Incoherent moans leave them both as he rolls his hips against hers, nestling his dick right there, eking a sob out of her as she falls apart again.

"Aww, f-f-fuuuck..."

"I know baby, I know it feels so good," He kisses away her tears and then her cheek, his fingers curling over her breast in a light squeeze which in turn squeezes her walls around his pounding thrusts. "Mmm, this pussy so tight and wet. Keep comin' for me, baby, gimme all that nut."

His sultry command sends another wave of pleasure crashing into her like one of his trademark Spears, and her jaw drops from the force of her orgasm, her pussy clenching painfully around his dick. Her pitiful moans that she struggles to muffle against his tattooed shoulder are music to the Tribal Chief's ears as his own body is moments away from the same fate.

"Shit," he groans gruffly, shuddering breaths tearing from his lungs as his balls tighten and his strokes become sloppier, heavier, "Fuck, I'm boutta buss..."

Joy lifts her left leg up and rests it on his shoulder, digging her other heel in his lower back to pull him in deeper and finally take him down. She runs her hands all over his sides, his back, his ass, her moans mingling with his as his hips snap harder and faster. Their foreheads touch, and a devilish smile forms on her face at the helplessness in his glazed eyes, licking his lips in between throaty gasps of pleasure. She has him right where she wants him. "There you go baby, pound that fuckin' pussy, fill it up," she coaxes.

"Unhhh, shit," Roman's whines disintegrate into a whimpering cry as his big body trembles viscerally against her own. Joy's toes curl as he lodges his dick all the way inside her, making her feel each throbbing spurt of his warm seed spilling generously in her pussy. She never minds him coming inside her; her IUD is always in place, mainly for his benefit and hers. His deep, sexy grunts as he rides out his nut with stuttered ruts of his hips wash over her, leaving her breathless and weak-kneed for him.

Kissing her leg and letting it down, Roman finally pulls his dick out with a hiss and strokes out the rest of his cum onto her softened, battered pussy lips. Joy stares dazedly at the ceiling, her body humming from the last vestiges of her orgasm and a touch of pain. She feels his big arms slide around her waist and draw her in so their lips meet, savoring their collective taste with their tongues as they bask in the afterglow. He takes her arms and winds them around his neck before picking her up, transferring her from the sofa to the king-sized bed a couple of feet away. He lays her carefully on the bed and sits at the edge, watching her snuggle against the soft sheets and pillows with a satisfied sigh. The outdoor lights peeking through the window cast a glittery shadow over her nude body, making her look even more beautiful. And speaking of beautiful...

"I got you something," he announces, taking a small gift box labeled Van Cleef & Arpels sat on the nightstand and handing it to her.

"What's this?" she questions, slowly sitting up.

"Just a lil' sumn I thought you'd like," he simply shrugs. "Open it."

Eyeing him suspiciously, she unties the ribbon at the top of the box and removes the lid. Nestled in navy-blue velvet are an eighteen-carat yellow-gold Alhambra bracelet and matching earrings. She wishes she disliked the warmth that blooms inside her at the sweet gesture. She meets his eyes, noting his cocked eyebrow and cocky smirk as he gauges her reaction.

"This a good enough apology for you?" he asks.

Joy smiles gratefully and kisses his lips. "They're beautiful. But I keep telling you, you don't have to buy me anything," she says.

"Well, I want to. Sue me." He goes quiet for a few seconds, contemplating his next words. "You got tickets to the SuperBowl, right? Let's go together. We can hang out in my skybox."

"And have people talk about us? We got reputations to uphold. And what about Venita?"

"She'll be there. She's still clueless about us. And I told you, ain't nobody gon' say shit. Between your lawyer and mine, all them NDAs are water-tight." When he speaks again, his voice is much softer. "I just miss spending time with you. I miss when we weren't at each other's throats like we are these days."

"That's only cuz you make my job harder, Reigns," she points out, scooting over when he rolls into the bed and sits up against the headboard next to her.

"And you, mine. But despite all of that, I would do anything for you. You know that, right? That's why I agreed to that damn match. For you," he adds, biting his lip as he caresses her chin and gazes tenderly at her. Joy feels her heart flutter as his chocolate-colored eyes gleam with that familiar, intense passion that the two of them have been sharing for almost four years now...

"You're so cute when you get all soft and sweet on me, champ," she smiles, leaning in for another kiss that lingers pleasantly this time. It's little moments like these that try to con her, even to this day, that their affair has veered towards the romantic side. She thanks the cynical businesswoman in her for swiftly kicking that childish notion to the curb every time the delusion attempts to rear its ugly head.

Their embrace is interrupted by the grating sound of his phone vibrating, forcing him to pull away from her with a tired sigh. On the nightstand, a text message with Venita's name lights up his phone screen.

Countin the minutes till I touch down in Vegas 🥺😍 Can't wait to see you again! Love you Baby Boo 😘

"Aww, poor baby," Joy's giggle is dark and mocking as she looks over Roman's shoulder. Snatching the phone out of his hand, she opens up the message and begins typing.

"Don't start no shit, now," he sighs, but makes no move to stop whatever havoc she's causing through his device.

"Relax, Baby Boo," she teases, pressing Send and holding his phone up to his face to show him her response.

I'm waiting for you babe. Can't wait to see you 😍 Love you sm.

"See? I was nice," she says, putting away his phone and climbing on top of his big body.

Roman rolls his eyes and runs his hands along her thighs. "I guess I should thank you, then?"

"Oh, no need to thank me. I'm just being a good, caring boss," she replies, bending to kiss his lips, trailing her tongue along his bearded jawline and tasting her dried juices. "You're my star employee, so it's important that I always give you what you need. And I always give it to you, don't I?"

Roman groans into her mouth as she kisses him harder, her dainty fingers stroking his dick which immediately pulses in her grasp as though it hasn't been touched all day. "Yeah, you do," he rasps, his body heating up as she starts to descend on him. "Oh shit, baby, you feelin' generous tonight..."

"Mmm, more like selfish..." She sits all the way down with a gasp, making both their hearts race with each twitch of his cock inside her. "Cuz I want that dick again, and I'm taking it..."

She is already moving, hunched over him, her titties in his face, sucking them both back into that sensual place of pleasure they like to visit together. He answers to her, in more ways than one, and he won't have it any other way. "Anything you want, boss. Anything you want," the Tribal Chief croaks out, allowing himself to sit back and enjoy the ride, quite literally.

THE END

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hobisstar · 9 months

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blue | y!taehyung x fem!reader

summary: breaking up over difficult reasons was always tuff to handle. Everyone had their different ways with dealing with them. But, Taehyung wasn’t everyone, and he be damned if the love of his life thought it was okay to say such a thing.

warning: nothing too bad! light cursing, a little bit of angst, Taehyung is a little bit of a manipulator in this, tae is a painter in this. possessiveness.

tag list: none!

a/n: Hello! i’ve been on a role but this one will be short! just wanted to get an idea out before i go to bed! if you like this short one, let me know if i should make a longer version of it! enjoy!

disclaimer: as always, i do not intend to say that anyone i write open are actually like this. this is purely fiction and i would like to only keep it that way.

Blue.

the color that y/n thought explained her relationship deeply. it was the color that she picked out in each apartment she shared with her lover, Taehyung.

She loved him… at the start. she really did. But once his career started to take off, he changed and for the worst. he constantly was coming home late after hang out with some painters, constantly smelling like someone else’s perfume, constantly sleeping in on days that the both of them planned to go out and see the world, see the blue.

this time, it was the last straw. taehyung had come back at 3 am with some girl and a guy that was carrying him inside. she promised herself that in the morning she would leave and never return. tired of living the life of a famous man’s forgotten girlfriend.

morning comes and y/n was awaken by the smell of coffee and breakfast but also by the sound of smooth jazz playing. She assumed Tae was in one of his many paintings moods. When he was hungover, coffee and painting was his remedy. Always came up with a beautiful painting that he described as “ lady” who he said always was made in the thoughts of Y/N.

as she got up, took a shower and did her daily morning routine, she remembered her promise. This ends today, now, right now. Yes, she loves him or loved him. But she couldn’t continue to live like this anymore.

She walked to the closet and grabbed the nearest duffel bag and packed most off her clothes shoes and under garments. Lucky for her, her best friend lived not too far from here and always offered her home to her.

Once everything was packed she was heading down the huge staircase and realized that Tae must of been in the kitchen painting this time. She put everything of hers in her car and walked back in ready to end this, no matter what he said, Y/N was completely leaving.

She walked into the kitchen hearing the sweet deep hums of her now mentally but not physically ex boyfriend. His back facing her, she cleared her voice.

“ Tae, do you remember anything about last night?” she asked sitting at the island. “ No, All i remember is that Jimin and Amy carried me home last night. Im sorry, Mi amor, for coming in so late..” he said smiling lightly. he was truly sorry even if it didn’t show. That was Taehyung.

his answers seemed cold, heartless even, but mistaken his love for Y/N. He loves her with his life.

“ Taehyung i can’t do this anymore.” y/n blurted. While still painting Taehyung answered “ Hmm? Do what my dear?” he softly put the paint brush against the canvas. He was painting an image of what their intimacy looked like in art form. Though he had plenty of these paintings, it’s the only thing he would paint after being drunk.

“ Us. Im tired of the drinking, the partying, the coming home at whatever time of night, the ditching me, the canceling dates for the faulty friends of yours. Im tired of sitting in this colorless home when our love is supposed to make it colorful. Im done, Tae. I want to break up.” You stated and took a breath that you didn’t realize you held in. Being this honest felt so refreshing. “ I don’t need your answer, i already packed my things and i’m going to stay with my family for now until i find me a place permanently.” she cut in.

nothing. Taehyung said nothing. but oh he was thinking it. his mind just running on thoughts. he wanted to be okay and accept her choice like a normal human, but he damn sure wasn’t normal. he’s always had the thoughts of locking Y/N up when the day of her maybe wanting to leave came about. he didn’t know it be that fast.

why does she want to leave him so bad? when did y/n have all these issues with his lifestyle? why is it just now coming up? why doesn’t want to talk about it? all of these of examples of what is running through his head. instead of actually letting out a answer, he lets a huff out as he puts his paintbrushes down.

“ Why are you trying to leave?” he asked lowly, “ why is my lifestyle all of a sudden a problem for you?” he just wanted answers. Though he was really trying to add time so he could think about ways to keep her locked her.

He always has bodyguards at their house in the entrance, he could have them bring her bags in and get her car towed. Have them get their food, send out his newest works while he stayed in the house with her. Yeah, he thinks he’ll do exactly that.

“ Trying? oh no Kim, i’m leaving. All of sudden? i’ve mentioned your drinking and party habits plenty of times but you thought i was just nagging you so you ‘mi amor’ d your way out of it,” Y/N stood up and walked out the kitchen to the living room. Taehyung took this time to text his body guards to grab her things out her car, bring them to the back, take her car somewhere far, sell it and put the house on lock down.

He smirked and walked out of the kitchen and stood at the door way between the living room and kitchen, watching her walk to the front door but only to freeze.

Y/N saw the blue light on security system, the light means that the house was on lock down, no way in and no way out, unless you have the code which Taehyung changes every month. He just so happened to had change it earlier this morning. Good choice he was thinking.

“ Taehyung, take off the lock down.” Y/N stated while standing by the door, waiting. He smiled and walked close to her and leaned against the wall.

“ Y/N~, Mi amor~, i find it absolutely entertaining that he had any hope in assuming i was going to let you out this house. You don’t make the choices for us, baby. I do. I decided when you can walk away. And i decided you can’t-“ - “ you can’t force me to stay in here,” “ Cut me off again and i’ll lock you up without any food or water for the next two days until you learn your lesson.” He walked away and sat on the couch organizing the table in front of it.

Y/N was trying to figure out the code. she tried her birthday, nothing, his birthday, nothing, their anniversary, surprise, nothing. “ There is no use, princess.” he turned to look at her. “ It’s not Yeon’s birthday either or the day we got him. You should be a good girl. maybe i’ll let you out early.” he smiled, the smile you used to love.

y/n didn’t expect this. she never thought Tae would do something like this. locking her and hisself in the house for god knows how long? maybe months, maybe years…

“ Let’s go paint something, baby. And don’t be so blue, i won’t hurt you…” he mumbled the last part while staring at her.

Blue.

the color y/n now understands why she thought it was their color. Taehyung always had a way of making her feel stuck. Defeated. Lost with no where to go. he made her feel…

Blue.

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thestrangeillusion · 8 days

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a get to know you better meme

Ahhh this took me more than a month to get around to doing, but I didn’t forget about it!! Thank you so much for tagging me @dummerjan! <3 <3 <3

do you make your bed? No, I don’t really see the point tbh, I’ll only be messing it up in the evening again anyway.

what's your favourite number? Umm, 7 I think? There’s not a particular reason for it though. I do have a soft spot for 21 as well for entirely SKAM related reasons haha.

what is your job? I do scientific evaluations of (primarily) government programmes.

If you could go back to school would you? Hmm, there’s some appeal to that because I didn’t hate school and the structure and routine of it was mostly good for me, I think. But the thought of being a teenager again and being cooped up in a room with 25+ other teenagers for a minimum of 30 hours a week – no, thank you. But if school is meant in the way US-Americans sometimes use it, as in also meaning further education, then I could be convinced. I mean, I still have to write my master’s thesis, so I’m technically still a student, but I sometimes think re-doing my first couple of years of undergrad (and maybe making some better decisions lol) could be fun.

can you parallel park? Nope, I can’t even really drive anymore, I’m pretty sure, even though I do have a licence. It’s more of a glorified ID at this point because I haven’t actually driven a car in like 4 years or so and even before that I honestly wasn’t very good at it (driving or parking).

a job you had that would surprise people? Not really tbh.

do you think aliens are real? I mean I am pretty sure there are forms of life on other planets, since some of them have been found to have inhabitable environments. If it’s intelligent life I don’t really feel qualified to say although, if I remember correctly, one of my good friends who’s doing a PhD in astrophysics and is one of the smartest people I know once made a pretty convincing argument for it (but I have since forgotten what the argument was lol).

can you drive a manual car? Refer to the question about parallel parking above. I learned to drive in a manual car (I’ve actually never driven an automatic), but I’m fairly sure I don’t actually know how to do it anymore.

what's your guilty pleasure? That’s a difficult question. Reading fucked up smut fics is definitely one of them, I guess. Also does pissing away many of my weekends by staying in bed all day and reading or writing fanfics instead of putting effort into having a social life count? Because I also do that and I do enjoy it, but it’s painful whenever anyone asks what I did on the weekend lol. There’s only so many times you can say “Nothing much” tbh.

tattoos? I like them on other people, mostly. My cousin has a full back tattoo in colour and is slowly adding onto it so that it expands to her arms and sides and I always love seeing which new piece she’s gotten tattooed since I last saw her. It just suits her really well and she’s super passionate about the motive and I love that. And I think that’s where the problem lies for me, I just don’t have any motive or phrase or whatever that I am passionate enough about to permanently put on my body tbh. Also, I am scared of pain and needles, so…

favourite colour? Burgundy.

favourite type of music? Ooof that’s hard to answer, I listen to so many different types of music. One genre I’ve liked pretty consistently from my early teens until now is (mostly British) indie rock and alternative rock – I really like Muse, Placebo, Arctic Monkeys, The Libertines and Nothing But Thieves, for example. And I’ve been to quite a few tiny club concerts of that genre because I know I’ll enjoy it even if I don’t know the band or any of their songs beforehand.

And then I also go through intense music phases mostly related to TV shows I love – it started when I was like 13 watching Gossip Girl and obsessively listening to Death Cab for Cutie, Bloc Party and Sum 41 to when I watched SKAM and got very into Norwegian music (the Norwegian singer/rapper Cezinando still features consistently in my top Spotify artists and has done so since 2017). And now that I’m watching Thai BLs, I started with an obsession about Jeff Satur’s music (and listened to nothing else for like 2 months) and am now gradually venturing out into discovering other Asian music (I’m really enjoying WOODZ, Hua Chen Yu and Violette Wautier so far). So that was a lot of rambling, but still barely covers half of what I actually love listening to…

do you like puzzles? I haven’t done puzzles in aaages, but I have very fond childhood memories of doing them with my grandparents on NYE while waiting for midnight. I think I would still enjoy them if I did them now.

any phobias? Not really. Stuff I’m pretty scared of, sure, but no full-blown phobias.

favourite childhood sport? Hmm, in terms of the sports we played in school, I really enjoyed “Völkerball” (which I’m pretty sure vaguely translates to dodgeball, but I don’t think it’s entirely the same thing). The only problem was that I was really good at dodging the ball and never getting hit, but very, very bad at catching the ball or hitting other people with it, so I could never actually end the game by taking out people on the other team either.

I only started in my teens, but I also really enjoyed (and still enjoy) climbing and bouldering. And my family went skiing every winter when I was a child, which I hated at first, but started to enjoy in my early teens when I didn’t have to do lessons with a bunch of other kids tumbling down the mountain anymore.

do you talk to yourself? All the time in my mind, and sometimes out loud when I’m on my own (particularly when I’m frustrated about something).

what movie(s) do you adore? I actually really love heartwarming feel-good movies tbh. One of my favourite movies is Pride (2014) because it just radiates so much joy and solidarity and a will to live and make things better that always lifts my mood. And I can’t even tell you the amount of times I’ve rewatched Mamma Mia. Another genre of movies I seem to enjoy is movies about female rage a.k.a. women going batshit crazy but being totally justified in it, such as Promising Young Woman or Gone Girl. I do generally prefer watching TV shows to movies, though.

coffee or tea? I get the jitters and become hyperactive in a really uncomfortable way when I drink coffee, so I rarely do. I mostly drink black tea or Mate for the purpose of waking me up.

first thing you wanted to be growing up? Well, according to old friendship book entries, I first wanted to be a princess (until my mum bought me a book about the Habsburgs and I quickly abandoned the idea, which I think was the point) and after that a cook.

Tagging @crumchycow, @mightymightygnomepriest, @salamander89, @fiddlepickdouglas, @obscurecurse

and @lilmaemae and anyone else who wants to do it 😊

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welcome-to-oslov · 2 months

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The finale is beginning! 🥹😭 I'm both happy & sad! Never want the universe to end... but it's amazing we're now getting to see the revolution come to a head 🙌 *And* we still have about 2-2.5yrs left in All Kinds of Broken world omg! 🤗🔥

I'm wondering...

Would you ever be up for doing any pwp one-shots? God knows I wish I were a talented enough writer to write some fanfic of your beautiful characters. Thinking of all the other disturbing nights poor Tilrey had, that don't fit into the pace of the main fics, but could be hot/angsty to go back in time and force Tilrey to experience for us.

Ex. Malsha mentioned a couple months in, "I haven’t given enough attention to stimulating you that way, have I? I’ve been selfish. Well, rest assured, you can enjoy a cock inside you." And thus embarked, apparently, on a few weeks of making Tilrey feel immense pleasure he barely ever had before (undoubtably with emotional angst to feel those kinds of things at Malsha's hand, on Malsha's cock, with Malsha's breath and scent and body heat nearby), all to make Tilrey come uncontrollably then forcibly learn to constrain that part of himself. I could a see a pwp that covers that journey through a few flashbacks.

Or maybe be with him at the brothel, or with him minute-by-minute when Fir Jena didn't drug him - the first time he ever (consciously) felt a man inside him, another man holding him down 😢 Still only a week or so out from being the sheltered privileged schoolboy who can't understand how this can be possible that men can lay hands on him 😢

Maybe a one-shot of a future night with Linden & Jorning to shock us into anxiety of what's ahead till we get there... (and relish even more the time he has now until that begins 😭)

Or... maybe even something very dirty for Tilrey to go through that we wouldn't actually want to be a canon experience/memory for him, but would be fun to see as an AU pwp one-shot 😈

Oh my, I like these ideas! 😏 I’ve been thinking about doing something like that with the early scenes from the officers’ club/brothel or with Jena. There’s always room for interstitial stories with a lot of warning tags, if I can find time to write them.

I’d forgotten Malsha saying that. Hmm, very interesting! 😈 Okay, I’ll put these ideas on my list for when I have time and want to explore something dark. Thank you!

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jemgirl86 · 7 months

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Author Question Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @siancore & @six2vii ❤️

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

237,514 (gotdamn 😳)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

SamBucky SarahBucky SamSteve

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Don’t Look Any Further

Stolen Moments

You’re Blowin’ My Mind (With the Things You Say to Me)

We Need a Resolution

Since You Came In

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Ehh I used to regularly. I still try to respond to the comments on Stolen Moments, because it’s my Casablanca, my Godfather, my… Ferris Bueller’s Day Off lmaooo, though I’m kinda slow about it. Listen, in a perfect world, I’d respond to every comment, but at this point I’m just lucky if I get the fic posted. My readers know I love them (all five of them lol).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Your Secrets Are Safe With Me

I mean, it definitely had the most ominous ending lol. SamBucky’s relationship had nowhere to go but down.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Almost all I do are happy endings. If I wanted to see my fave have a bad time, I’d just watch his show 😒😂 Anywho, I want to say Stolen Moments has the happiest ending, because they get to live happily (and safely) ever after, but… can that be the happiest if someone… Hmm never mind idk, I’m just gonna say Stolen Moments lol.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes lmaooo. Folks have lost their minds lol. Hell, sometimes it’s not even about the fic. Sometimes it’s just some idiotic college kid & their friends, pressed because I said it’s wild to ship the “he murdered her mom” fanon couple… in a post… on here… on my own blog, and so they try to come into my comment sections on ao3 being cunts unprovoked… Or it’ll be some unhinged Bucky stan, upset because I had the audacity to mention something that actually happened in canon, again, here on my own blog 😂😂 Anyway, that’s why my comment sections have restrictions on them now.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Umm no, not really lol. I think the closest I came was the restroom encounter in Wanted; does that count?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nah. I have to stick to the rivers and the lakes that I’m used to.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Many many many moons ago

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nah… I don’t think I have the… qualities needed for that lol.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Sheesh I’m just gonna say SamBucky ‘cause they’re my OTP of the moment.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I still have hope that I’ll finish my WIP that’s posted: Weep Not for the Memories, and I don’t want to jinx myself 🤞🏾

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm. I think I’m realistic when writing stories, or at least as realistic as the plot allows. Like, for example, you ever read a fic with a kid, and you can tell that not only has the author never talked to a kid (or even met a kid) as an adult, but they’ve also somehow forgotten everything about being a kid? Well, yeah, that’s not me lol. If there’s a kid in my fic, they’re gonna be more Huxtable than Griffin — not to use the word normal, but they’re going to be normal.

I also think I write family interactions pretty well. Plus I’m good at adding drama that’s soapy, but that could also totally happen. This is just a long winded way of saying, I can write characters that seem like someone you could meet, and that’s harder than one might think.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Smut. Definitely smut. Enjoy reading it, feel super weird writing it. (It’s probably my inner cradle Catholic jumping out lol.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Okay, I think I’ve done this like once maybe. Anywho, I think it’s cool; I just don’t really ever end up doing it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Friends

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Shoot, I enjoy tf out of all of my fics. Sometimes, I’ll be rereading them on the edge of my seat, waiting with bated breath for what’s gonna happen next 😭 Welp, this wasn’t the question, but let me just name three of my faves for y’all:

Stolen Moments: My almost 100K word SamSteve/SamBucky love triangle soap opera epic. It’s fun, if I do say so myself.

Your Secrets are Safe With Me: Over 5K words of Bucky being problematic in the name of love. This was my foray into something “dark” lol.

Tell it to My Heart (Tell Me I’m the Only One): The first fic in my Inspired by Reddit Posts series. Sam and Bucky are in the same Waffle House; is it big enough for the both of them??? lmaooo

#tag game #sambucky #my fics

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another-whump-sideblog · 11 months

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Jane’s Pets Chapter 82: The Point

TWs in the tags

Masterlist

You are empty.

You don’t know how long it’s been. A long time. Your life is nothing but pain and pain and pain. Several of your wounds are infected. You wish she would just kill you.

“Are you thirsty, Liam?”

You recoil at the name. No point in trying to convince her you’ve forgotten it, though. No point. Never any point.

You never should’ve left. None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t left.

Pain erupts in your side. “Answer me when I talk to you, Ethan.”

“S-sorry. Yes, master, I’m thirsty.” You rasp.

“I’ve got an idea for how you can earn some water. Do you want to try it?”

“Yes, master.”

“Excellent. We haven’t done a lot of stress positions, have we? I’ll start simple. I want you to hold your arms straight above your head. I’ll keep track of how long you manage to hold the position, and for every second, you’ll get one drop of water in this bottle here.” Jane is holding an empty water bottle. “Understand?”

“Yes master.”

“Alright! Let’s begin.”

You hold your arms straight above your head. It hurts immediately, especially on your back, where it stretches open gashes that have only just managed to close.

You count in your head. One, one thousand; two, one thousand; three, one thousand.

You want to get to at least two minutes. One hundred and twenty drops of water has to be something, right?

She won’t let you die. You could just give up, act like the pain is too much. You’d get water eventually. But she’d just do something else painful to you, and you can handle this pain, so you might as well keep going.

“Ah ah, keep them straight.”

You hadn’t noticed your arms had started to move out of position. You straighten them again.

You don’t think you would’ve been able to do this, before. But you know your limits much better now. You know that you can and have withstood pain worse than this for longer, without any chance of reward. So you keep your arms up.

—

Jane holds a knife glowing with heat. You can’t stop crying.

“I learned my lesson! I know, I know! I don’t remember the names! Master!”

Jane slashes the knife from your shoulder to your hip. It burns and aches and you think you’re going to vomit.

“Say ‘thank you, master.’”

“Th-thank you, master!”

—

Hot needles. Jane seems to be very interested in heat, lately.

“Do you want them under your fingernails, or under your toenails?”

You try to speak, but what comes out is unintelligible. Your throat hurts so bad…

Jane smiles. “Both it is, then.”

—

“Oh, poor boy, poor Bunny. Do you think you’re ready to go back upstairs?”

Hope rises in you before quickly receding. She’s not just going to let you upstairs. She’s going to want you to prove you’ve forgotten the names, like last time.

“Are you ignoring me? That’s a very bad idea, Bunny.”

“S-sor-“ you can’t quite form words. Everything hurts.

Jane doesn’t say anything. Just gently combs her fingers through your hair.

You hate it, but it’s better than torture, so you sit still and let her pretend she’s comforting you.

It hurts, like everything else, tugging at barely-healed gashes on your head. But it could be worse. It can always be worse.

“Hmm. I think that’s enough. I think we’re done. I’ll have Puppy and Kitty come and get you.”

Jane buckles a collar around your neck. You don’t let yourself feel relief. It’s another trick, you’re sure. But Jane vanishes, and soon enough, Puppy and Kitty are coming down the stairs.

Even if it is a trick, you’re happy to see them. You shouldn’t be. You should be glad that it’s been so long since they’ve been in the basement, but you’re not. You’re glad they’re here with you.

Puppy gently scoops you into her arms. It hurts- of course it hurts, everything hurts- but you don’t even have it in you to whimper.

Puppy caries you upstairs, and Kitty follows behind. Is it… really done? Is it really over?

You’re worried you’re dreaming, but you don’t check. Using the methods you and Diya devised right now would feel awful, and you don’t really want to know if you’re dreaming, anyway.

Puppy and Kitty feed you and bathe you and bandage the wounds Jane didn’t feel like treating (most of them). Then they lay you gently down on your bed.

It’s really over. It’s really…

Everything hurts, but you have the sinking feeling that you got off easy.

—

The next day, Kitty drags you out of bed and out into your garden. You hate how moving makes your pain exponentially worse, and you hate that this thing that you wanted because it would give you more time away from Jane has turned into another way for her to control you.

But you like the sun. It’s been quite a while since you saw the sun.

You weed and water your little garden. You don’t know if you’re doing it right, if you’re giving the plants the right amount of water, but no one’s corrected you.

Kitty lies in the grass and stares up at the clouds.

You remember cloud gazing with Diya and Ray. Joking with them, laughing with them, spending time with them like you had all the time in the world.

“…This happened to you?” Your voice is croaky and painful to listen to. “You escaped… you made friends… you loved them… and she killed them?”

Kitty doesn’t look away from the clouds. “Yeah.”

“…What were they like?”

Kitty doesn’t answer for long enough that you think they might’ve fallen asleep, but then they softly say “they didn’t believe me, about Jane. But they comforted me through flashbacks and nightmares anyway, and listened without judgement. I named myself… something else, when I was with them. I don’t remember now.

“It was three people, just like with you. Erik, Alison, and Zoe. They were… they didn’t deserve to die. I guess that’s obvious. You would’ve liked them.”

“You would’ve liked Diya and Ray and Barron.”

“I’m sure. That’s why I didn’t go with them. Among other reasons. I just… couldn’t go through that again.”

The two of you sit in silence. The wind rustles your hair. It’s getting long.

After a while, Puppy leaves the house and comes and sits next to you. She hands you a water bottle, but you just set it on the ground and collapse into her arms.

You feel like crying, but you don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re still pretty dehydrated. You close your eyes and bury your face in the crook of Puppy’s neck.

Puppy taps gentle patterns on your back. Ouch. It hurts, but you don’t want her to stop.

Puppy hasn’t hummed since you got back. You don’t know why, but you can guess that Jane’s cracked down on her making any noise at all. Because Jane can do whatever she wants and you can’t stop her.

It’s a nice day. Warm and sunny with a slight breeze. The smell of dirt is strong.

You don’t feel better, necessarily, but you feel… settled. Settled into the aches and pains all over your body, and settled into Puppy’s arms.

“My dad died when I was 16.” You say. You’re not sure why. Puppy squeezes your hand. Ow.

“That sucks.” Kitty says. “I mean, I assume, based on the context. I wouldn’t mind so much if my parents died. But it seems like it sucked for you.”

That tears a weak laugh from you. You turn so you’re not talking directly into Puppy’s shoulder. “Yes, it sucked. I… didn’t handle it well. My aunt took me in, and I just- it was like the world had ended. I didn’t really do anything. I didn’t graduate high school. My aunt tried to help, but… she wasn’t great at it. When I was 19 she said that I couldn’t live with her if I wasn’t even going to try, so I left.

“I figured I’d just… die. But I didn’t. Something always pushed me to keep going, to get my next meal, to find where I would sleep that night…

“And then I let a torturer who looked like a 12 year old bring me to her house because I wanted things to be easy again. So that worked out well.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I want you to know, I think. I’m just… so tired. And I know you are too. I just… I don’t know. I miss Diya and Ray and Barron, and I miss my dad, and I miss feeling safe. And you said, once, that we were chosen, that us being here means no one else is here in our place, but that’s not true, is it? Cause you being here didn’t stop her from taking me. And none of us could stop her from taking a fourth pet, if she wanted.

“It all feels so… empty. Meaningless. I guess I just need to focus on the next step. The next meal, where I’m going to sleep tonight… well, the next step is different in this situation, but I’ll figure it out.

“I know it started hurting less after a while, when my dad died. But… that wasn’t my fault. I’m worried I’ll just go between feeling this and complete numbness, back and forth, for the rest of my life, however long Jane wants that to be.”

Your voice has gotten less croaky as you talk more, but it still doesn’t sound great. Puppy and Kitty don’t seem to mind, though. Puppy taps your back. Kitty stares at the clouds.

“It does get better.” Kit finally says. “Even if you feel like it’s your fault.”

No one voices the obvious- that ‘better’ doesn’t mean much when you’ll still be being tortured. That there’s nothing to really hope for, at this point.

Fuck, you’d do anything to give them a little hope. You don’t know how you’d do that, but once you figure it out…

You’d give anything. Anything, for them to look forward to the future again. That’s the point. That’s the meaning.

For now, though, you rest in Puppy’s arms, and you feel the sun and the breeze Puppy’s soft shirt, and you smell the dirt, and you hear the three of you breathing, getting deeper and more relaxed as time goes on, and that’s enough. You wouldn’t mind staying in this moment forever.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @fuzzybucketz @quins-whump-stuff

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dinsverdika · 2 years

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Maul's Good Pet (one shot)

Pairing: (Darth) Maul/Reader

Tags (as posted on AO3): smut, vaginal fingering, teasing, dirty talk, dom/sub undertones, breast play, maul calls reader "pet", maul fingers reader on his throne, cum tasting, mentions of maul's boner (whether it's a prosthetic cock or not is up to your favourite headcanon), thumb sucking, mand'alor!maul, reader is AFAB, maul purrs in this.

(lord, that was a lot of tags)

Word count: 1,691

Notes: this is basically a repost of this post. I'm gonna make a masterlist of all of my fics soon so I thought that I may as well post this one shot instead of its AO3 link. (also, this is smut so if you're not of age please kindly go away)

Anticipation was coursing through your veins as you walked your way to the throne room. The guards followed you into the room, situating themselves on each side of them as you took a few steps towards the throne.

“You’ve asked for me, Lord Maul,” you stated, looking down.

“I have indeed,” he agreed.

He gestured to the guards to leave and you tore your eyes away from your feet as the doors shut close.

“Come forth, beloved.”

The term of endearment eased your nerves and you walked with more confidence towards the Zabrak. He hummed pleasantly and grabbed you by the hips when you were within arm’s reach, turning you around and making you sit on his lap.

“I could sense how tensed you were before you even stepped into the room. Why was that?” he asked in your neck.

“I was wondering why you called me into the throne room. I thought I did something wrong.”

A low rumble vibrated within his chest. “Isn’t a man allowed to want to see the object of his affection?” he asked, planting a kiss on the pulse point in your neck. His velvety voice ran a shiver up your spine and you had to hold back the moan which was threatening to escape your lips.

“How about I ease your nerves a little more, hmm?”

His hands were roaming all over your upper body and a familiar warmth started pooling in your lower tummy. “Right- right here?”

“Right here,” he repeated lowly. His hands squeezed your hips before going up your sides and grabbing your breasts. You whined as his thumbs flicked your nipples erect.

“Someone’s eager,” he said. You squirmed in his lap, looking for friction. You whined again when you found none. “I’ve just started toying with you and you’re already squirming and whining on my lap.”

You hissed as his teeth sank in the sensitive skin of your neck. “Mine,” he growled before flicking the tip of his tongue over the bitemark, soothing the pain.

“Maul…” you moaned.

“What is it, beloved?” he asked.

He continued planting kisses all over your neck while his hands slid under your shirt. His hands picked up massaging your breasts tenderly again.

“I want more,” you said. You gasped and arched your back as he pinched one of your nipples.

“It seems like you had forgotten your manners, pet,” he replied sternly. “Use your words and ask nicely,” he warned.

You bit your lip and rolled your head on his shoulder, giving him the best pleading eyes you could muster. A wave of satisfaction washed over you as you heard him hum contently at how obedient you were being.

“Please, Lord Maul,” you begged, “I want your fingers between my thighs. I’ll be a good pet for you.”

Maul growled and grabbed your chin. His yellow eyes sank into yours and you swallowed. With his thumb, he softly pulled down your lower lip, exposing your bottom row teeth. He pushed his thumb into your mouth and you relaxed your jaw, allowing his thumb to enter your mouth easily. The fingerpad of his thumb passed over the edge of your teeth, from one molar to the other on the other side of your jaw. He slid his thumb over your tongue when it was back at your front teeth and you sucked on it. You looked at him with your eyelids half-closed, lust evident on your features. He loved how pliable you were for him, how easily you let him take control over you.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, removing his thumb from your mouth. It pulled on your bottom lip on its way out before letting it gently snap back in place. His other hand had snaked down your upper body and had found its way to the zipper of your trousers. He easily unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper. You struggled to get out of them, the tight fabric refusing to slip off your legs. Maul exhaled from his nose -which you knew, coming from him, meant that he snorted- as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

He quickly put you out of your misery by sliding his fingers over your clothed centre when your trousers had reached the floor. He wasted no time and started rubbing your outer lips with his middle and index finger, easing you into his touch. His other hand let go of your chin and found one of your breasts again to knead the soft flesh, flicking your nipple with his thumb every so often.

“Maul,” you moaned.

“What is it, beloved?”

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers drew a single circle around your clit before resuming the rubbing of your bottom lips. His fingers were now coated with your wetness and the fabric of your panties was sticking to your cunt. You wanted nothing more than to remove it so there would be nothing separating you from his touch anymore.

“At loss for words?” he teased.

His fingers passed over your clit and you bucked your hips against them, a pleading whine breached your lips as he went back to slowly rub along your bottom lips again. “Remember, pet. You’ve got to use your words.”

“Can’t you feel what I need,” you asked frustratedly. You felt his chest moving under your back as he chuckled.

“Oh, I very well can,” he replied, dropping the hand which was busy playing with your breasts to place it over the warm skin of your lower belly. “But I want to hear you say what you need.”

The contact of his hand on your stomach felt nice and added a pleasurable layer to the pooled warmth underneath it. “I want to cum,” you finally said and air hitched in your throat when you heard and felt him growling behind you. “But first, I’d like to take my panties off, please,” you said, looking up at him, “Maul, please.”

“Good pet,” he replied and rapidly tore your panties away from you before carelessly dropping what was left of your underwear to the ground.

“Maul,” you gasped.

“What is it? Are you going to complain now? I’ve granted your wish.”

You swallowed. “N-no.”

“That’s what I thought,” he replied. He tilted his face back into your neck, peppering the soft skin there with kisses. Mindful to not prick your face with the horn near his ear. Your torn underwear were quickly forgotten as Maul applied pressure on your lower tummy with his hand while his other hand started drawing tight little circles around your clit.

You deeply sighed as pleasure hazed your body and mind. Maul felt your body growing putty against him. The familiar sound of his purring -a sound which only you was allowed to hear- reached your ears, endearment overwhelmed you and you wished you could turn around to kiss his lips.

His fingers gave your bundle of nerves some rest and went down to your entrance. Maul felt no resistance as he slid his fingers inside you, he quickly found the spongy spot within you and started massaging it. A smirk appeared on his face as you audibly gasped and began to roll your hips on his digits.

“Is this what my good pet wanted?” he asked against your ear, lust evident in his voice. You nodded positively, moans escaping your lips carelessly.

Hearing your own moans had you opening your eyes a little, the first thing you saw was the doors you had walked through a few minutes prior. The fact that you were currently in the throne room, sitting on the Mand’alor’s lap with his fingers between your thighs came back at the forefront of your mind. Someone foolish enough could enter the room without making themself known first and walk in on you getting fingerfucked and that possibility made you clench around Maul’s fingers.

Your breathing grew erratic as your orgasm creeped on you. The rocking of your hips against the Zabrak’s fingers lost its rhythm. The wet noise of his fingers thrusting in and out of you would embarrass you if you weren’t feeling so good.

“I’m getting close,” you warned.

Wordlessly, Maul lowered the hand placed on your stomach to your clit, circling it with his fingers. The added stimulation made your toes curl and you moaned loudly, not caring that the guards could hear you. Maul grunted as he felt your inner walls squeezing his digits. He slowed down his thrusting to cater to your sensitive spot with a “come here” motion while he sped up the circles around your clit.

“Please, Maul, may I come? Please,” you begged.

“You may, beloved. Come for me.”

On his words, your orgasm overtook you. Loud moans resonated within the room. Pleasure coursed from your cunt to the tips of your limbs, contorting your body. Your vision turned white as your head rolled back on Maul’s shoulder. You could feel him rutting his arousal against your butt as his fingers were fucking you through your climax.

His ministrations were eventually over stimulating you and you reached to the wrist the closest to you, silently asking him to halt his movements. Maul pulled his hands away from you, his fingers glistening with your release. He brought them to your lips.

“Lick them clean,” he ordered and you complied, cutting the embarrassment of your mess short. His purring resurfaced in your post-orgasmic haze as you sucked on his fingers, almost lulling you to sleep. You released his fingers with a soft pop once they were clean and he dropped his hand on your still slightly heaving chest, gripping your shirt possessively. His other hand came to rest on your stomach again.

“Are you satisfied,” he finally asked.

“I’m always satisfied with you,” you replied.

His purring got louder and you turned your face to nuzzle his neck. “I can feel that you need some stress relief, too,” you said, rolling your hips on the hardness pressing against your ass cheeks.

“I do indeed,” he said. “Let’s get you looking appropriate again and go to my chambers.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

#darth maul x reader #darth maul x you #darth maul #maul opress #smut #afab!reader #mand'alor!maul #my writing

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dat-carovieh · 1 year

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In dire need of change

Ship: Geraskier

Rating: T

Wordcount: 5.8k

Chapters: 5

Tags: Stardew Valley AU, Farmer!Geralt, Elliott!Jaskier, musician Jaskier, Getting together, Fluff, First Kiss

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Chapter 1

The city was loud, like it always was and Geralt should be used to it, he grew up here but the longer he was working in this office, the worse it was getting. Nearly daily he had a headache, it started when he got up and got worse over the day. He did the same thing every day and he couldn’t handle it anymore. He had never known what he had wanted to do with his life. Vesemir had tried everything to help him find his calling but maybe for some people this just wasn’t a thing. He got up from the couch and went to his cupboard, somewhere there his phone charger was buried. He rummaged through the drawer and pulled out the cable. His eyes locked onto an envelope he had nearly forgotten. He remembered, he had gotten it from his grandfather, Vesemir’s father, shortly before he had died. He had told Geralt to open it, when he felt crushed by his life and needed a change.

He took the envelope and went back to his couch. He didn’t believe, it would help him at all. What could a letter do to change his life? Roach jumped on his chest as soon as he had thrown himself back onto the couch and cuddled against him, purring. He ripped it open and started to read the short letter.

“Geralt,

If you're reading this, you must be in dire need of a change. The same thing happened to me, long ago. I'd lost sight of what mattered most in life... real connections with other people and nature. So, I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong. I’ve enclosed the deed to that place… my pride and joy: Kaer Morhen Farm. It’s located in Stardew Valley, on the southern coast. It’s the perfect place to start your new life.

This was my most precious gift of all, and now it’s yours. I know you’ll honor the family name, my boy.

Good luck.

Love, Grandpa”

Geralt looked up. A farm? What was he supposed to do with a farm? Probably farming, he thought with a sarcastic laugh. Roach looked at him offended at the movement of his chest. He petted her head apologetic as he reread the letter, before he called Vesemir.

Vesemir seemed to think it was a great idea for Geralt to move to Pelican town and take over the farm, Vesemir grew up on. It had been empty for a while now but he was sure, Geralt could make something great out of it. Vesemir had promised him to take care of his flat and getting his furniture to the Valley soon. Apparently, he knew some people living there and made some calls, to make sure he would be welcomed to the town as soon as he arrived.

He had packed his bag and convinced Roach into the cat carrier. It had nearly cost him a finger, but now she was safely secured on the bus seat next to Geralt, sleeping through the bus ride.

He stepped out of the bus and was greeted by a redhaired woman with a bright smile. Vesemir had mentioned he would be picked up from the bus stop. He wasn’t sure how he felt about interacting with people just after arriving but he would suck it up and it would probably be good to have someone showing him everything.

“Hello! You must be Geralt!” she explained happily.

“Hmm,” Geralt replied and nodded, hoping he didn’t come off too rude.

“I’m Robin, the local carpenter. Mayor Lewis sent me here to fetch you and show you the way to your new home.” Carpenter sounded nice to Geralt, he liked people who did work with their hands.

“The farm’s right over here, if you follow me.” She didn’t seem to have issues with him barely replying, worked for Geralt. True to her words, the farm was just around the corner.

“This is Kaer Morhen farm,” she announced as they arrived at a house. Geralt looked around and his stomach dropped. The house looked fine but the land was fully grown over. This would be a lot of work. Good thing his grandfather had left him some money as well to get him through the first couple of weeks until he hopefully could make some money. That was if he didn’t give up on the farm before he gotten along far enough to actually plant something.

He had quit his job for this so he should probably try to make it work.

“What’s the matter?” Robin asked as if she wasn’t seeing the mess. “Sure, it’s a bit overgrown, but there’s some good soil underneath that mess!” Geralt surely hoped so. He didn’t know jack shit about farming so that whole thing would be a fun experience. “With a little dedication you’ll have it cleaned up in no time.” No time sounded a little too positive for Geralt but he suspected, manual labour would be good for him. “And here we are, your new home.” It looked cosy, maybe a little run down but much better than the crap apartment he had lived in before.

An old man came through the door of the farmhouse, he had an impressive grey moustache and wore a brown hat.

“Ah, the new farmer!” he said cheerfully, as he looked at Geralt. Geralt nodded at him. “Welcome, I’m Lewis, the Mayor of Pelican Town. You know, everyone’s been asking about you,” he explained. Geralt raised an eyebrow.

“They do?” He should have expected in a small town like that people would talk about everything. That was a thing he would miss about the city. He couldn’t vanish between everyone. People usually found him weird and here everyone might be talking about this soon. He immediately felt the anxiety rising.

“Oh yeah. It’s not every day that someone new moves in. It’s quite the big deal! But I assure you, everyone is really nice, I’m sure you will fit in greatly,” Lewis assured him. Geralt hoped so.

“So… you’re moving into your grandfather’s old cottage. It’s a good house… very rustic.” They all turned to the house, that surely could use some work.

“Rustic? That’s one way to put it…” Robin answered. “Crusty might be a little more apt, though.” Geralt couldn’t suppress a small snort.

“Rude!” Lewis exclaimed. Robin also laughed. “Don’t listen to her, Geralt. She’s just trying to make you dissatisfied so that you buy one of her house upgrades,” the mayor explained. A business woman, Geralt could respect that and who knew, maybe he would take her up on that if the farm would run smoothly.

“I might think about this,” Geralt answered. Robin looked happy about this.

“Anyway… You must be tired from the long journey. You should get some rest,” Lewis tried to steer the topic somewhere else. He also was right, Geralt felt tired and a little overwhelmed with everything. “Tomorrow you ought to explore the town a bit and introduce yourself. The townspeople would appreciate that.”

“Alright thanks,” Geralt answered, nodding.

The introducing was something Geralt really dreaded but he would have to get through this. Before they said their goodbyes, Robin explained to him, she had left some tools for him inside so he could start working tomorrow. Finally, they left Geralt alone. He took a full turn looking at everything that now belonged to him. He would not panic right now. He would manage somehow, he would.

The door creaked as he entered. The cabin looked incredibly cosy. There was only one room but he probably wouldn’t need much more. There was a small bed, a TV, a table with benches and even a fireplace. To the left there was a small kitchenette. Just a fridge and a small stove and a counter. One more door was there, probably leading to the toilette. He threw his bags to the ground and let Roach out to explore their new home.

In the fridge he found some food, the mayor must have kindly left for him and after a quick dinner, he went to bed early so he was ready to start working early in the morning. It had been exhausting and he fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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#Geraskier #Geraskier fic #my writing #my Witcher writing #The Witcher #Geralt x Jaskier

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wareagleofthemountain · 9 months

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Pottery HC

A/N: I wanted to write something that tied into my HC that Silven elves, much like the Noldor, took great pride in their crafting abilities. However, they often created things using the natural materials at their disposal whereas the Noldor seemed to prefer metal as their primary medium. And also, Caladwen got an afternoon adventure with Orophin, it’s only fair that Rúmil got one too.

Caladwen wiped a strand of silver hair off her brow, the messy side braid coming further undone as she pushed it over her shoulder. She’d been engrossed in her task until the soft click of the front door latch unlocking alerted her to someone’s presence in her Talan. Standing from her seat at the outdoor table on her balcony, the elleth made her way inside to investigate.

“Haldir?” She called into the empty space. “Are you there mela?”

“Next best thing.” The tall ellon standing in the kitchen doorway replied, his features fairly similar to that of his sibling.

She smiled, relaxing a bit. “Ah, Rúmil. You startled me.”

The two embraced, Caladwen eyeing the bag he placed on the dining room table. “Apologies Cali. Haldir won’t be in until next week, but he told me to drop by and check on you. I’ve picked up some food at the market if you’re hungry.”

“Yeah, I am now that you mention it.”

Rúmil washed his hands in the basin, wringing out the cloth as his eyes scanned over to her workspace on the patio. “What have you got there?”

Caladwen looked up from where she was setting the table. “I collected some wild clay on my visit to the creek yesterday. Thought I’d make some new pottery and surprise Haldir when he returns home. I-I’ve fired the pieces and have them resting outside.”

Rúmil smiled, pleased that his brother was so well loved, and sat down to eat with his sister-in-law. “Looks like you’ve done a fine job, as always. You’re sculpting abilities are truly impeccable.”

Caladwen smirked, tossing her silvery hair dramatically. “Yeah. I can do pretty much anything.”

“Hmm. Except for baking it seems…” His eyes sparkled knowingly at her from above the rim of his tea mug, referring to the time she’d nearly burnt a cake to a blackened crisp.

“Hey! It’s not my fault Haldir left me unattended with the oven. As I recall, it was you who was so needy and called him over to help with your Talan renovations.”

He chuckled softly. “You ended up having to come over too and bind Orophin’s arm after he broke it falling through our weak roof while trying to clean the gutters.”

“Yes.” Indeed she did remember. It was the only time she’d ever seen the young ellon’s bluster falter.

“Say, I could bring over my paints if you wanted any help decorating your creations.” He offered, taking his last bite of meat.

“That would be lovely.”

They sat outside, Rúmil frequently glancing up from the clay mug in his hand to painstakingly recreate the colors of the purple sunset above their heads onto his canvas. The ceramic now adorned an image of a field of yellow flowers under the dusky purple sky.

“It’s beautiful…” Caladwen breathed.

“It was. I encountered this field on one of my trips to Imladris. It… was too beautiful to be forgotten. That was many years ago now. I doubt it still stands.”

“Well isn’t that the point of art? To make incredible things live on in the hearts of others even after they’re gone?” She questioned.

“Yes. That’s why I started painting.” The two smiled at each other, slipping into a comfortable silence as the stars slowly began to fill the sky.

Tag list: @elithilanor @glassgulls

#rumil of lothlorien #haldir x oc #haldir of lorien

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whatudottu · 2 years

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Hmm, thinking about that one forgotten au/hyperspecific scenario I had once dreamed about (and it’s not because I totally watched Death on the Nile or anything no no) and that’s the fucking 2 Lies 1 Truth ‘story’ didn’t have much of one before-

For a little context because 1) it was a hot while ago and 2) I did absolutely nothing to tag it lmao- this little idea is a little TFP based plot though it could totally be taken out and just uses the prime iterations of characters where somewhere somehow Dreadwing, Airachnd and Makeshift were in some battle, Dreadwing got hurt real bad, Makeshift just so happened to have picked a dead Skyquake disguise to use as fire power and Airachnid, seeing opportunity to reap rewards out of not one but the assumed two mecha that are honour bound to pay her back a favour. Turns out- instead of wrapping two brothers around her webbed fingers, she instead scored one honour-bound mech and a shifter that would be slagged for impersonating a dead twin.

Something about watching some good old murder mysteries just made me think about this little plot, maybe seeming to be a little more dire than simply that whole ‘the mech who’s brother you’re pretending to be owes me a favour, i can have you slain without a drop of energon on my hands’ scenario, but as some form of ‘okay, we’re currently stuck and two of us are lying scumbags’ crash land or just overall kind of fucked can’t get away so easily situation.

It’s probably why I just - upon introducing the ‘au’ - opened it up to be more than simply a Transformers Prime plot but as something in that realm of ‘let’s see what happens if an astute individual finds their way into this god awful reality tv scene and has to play a game of 2 lies 1 truth’-

This isn’t really a ‘hey i’m making an actual au for this’ post, but I’m making it now because I am just really putting Makeshift through the wringer. Like- just imagine that you’re pretending to be someone else in a scenario that will not get other folk involved, probably even knowing that that person is dead and they will not find you being them. Then, suddenly, you realise very quickly that your little disguise has a fucking twin of all things, one that’s still kind of alive but is very much on the verge. And instead of getting the chance to ensure you’re not fucking killed for being a walking talking corpse of a person they now more about than you do, swooping in to rescue them is a notoriously cunning individual who knits weaves of lies and connections as inherent skill of their functioning. Makeshift went from 0 to 100 to fucking shit real fucking quick!

Something something, enter Dreadwing who has not seen his brother in so long, yada yada, the person who he perceives of as Skyquake seems to be actively avoiding him. Perhaps alone it would be reason to suspect, but with another mech Airachnid around, Dreadwing cannot specifically pin down an idea to mark- he hasn’t seen his brother in so long and Airachnid was never especially part of the main crew often if at all, he cannot automatically assume that Skyquake and this new ‘Con aren’t connected in some way.

And technically they are connected, by a tight grasp by one little arachnicon who just so happened to see that Skyquake wasn’t here and that Makeshift stood in his place. Oh to not only have a favour owed to be later cashed in, Airachnid happened to score a long duration favour where if she just so happened to give Dreadwing just that little extra sliver of information, of a little scant ‘I’ve not known him for long, has Skyquake been acting weird?’ thrown his way, she could have Makeshift’s head free of charge.

I don’t know, I just also think the idea of what Dreadwing sees as ‘Skyquake confiding in Airachnid rather than his brother’ moments to be very sweet tense moments of ‘shit shit shit have I been caught?’ whilst master manipulator Airachnid sits with her poker face grin laced with the lies of previous acquaintance.

This is a shit post but- uh... 2 Lies 1 Truth gets a tag now lmao

#dreadwing #tfp dreadwing #airachnid #tfp airachnid #makeshift #tfp makeshift #transformers #tfp #2 lies 1 truth #maccadam #ramblings #this is really just a huge fucking ramble and kind of a shit quality one as well #at like a certain threshold of different watched series under my belt i might just stop with tfp aus and go for fan continuities #but currently despite my attempts at just ripping myself away from the 'i can fix him' mentality i have for tfp by watching more stuff #it just keeps coming back i cannot help it #this particular idea is very much not beholden to the setting of prime- absolutely not at all #all i need are honourable twins/a shapeshifter who had the files of one of the twins in their system/ and a web spinning networker and liar #web spinning being literal in airachnid's case but uh- just dredging this up

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fanby-fckry · 8 months

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Known to Wander

Day 6* of Kinktober, 2023: Chastity

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Infidelity outside of Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

Word Count: 1,571

Fandom: The Witcher

Relationships: Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer, Background Jaskier/Other(s)

Characters: Geralt, Jaskier, Yennefer

Additional Tags: Jealousy, Sexual Fantasy, Begging, Dom/sub Undertones

Summary: Jaskier’s ill-fated love affairs have been getting both him and Geralt into trouble. Yennefer suggests chastity as a solution.

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*I am so behind; this is being posted on October 11th

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“Really, Jaskier?” Geralt deadpanned as they made their escape. He tried to be patient with the Bard – especially after the ‘Mountain Divorce’ as Jaskier had started calling it – but right now his patience was wearing thin.

“What can I say?” Jaskier replied, dreamily. “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

Geralt would’ve been impressed with the lung capacity it took to keep that tone while running if the words coming out of Jaskier’s mouth weren’t so fucking infuriating.

“Your heart’s not the problem, it’s your cock that got us into this mess.”

Jaskier waved him off. “Eh, same thing.”

“This is the third time this season I’ve had to save you from an angry cuckold, and the snow’s barely fucking melted,” Geralt snapped. “One of these days, you’re going to get yourself killed.”

“Oh come on, Geralt, live a little!” Jaskier protested.

They were almost safe – they just needed to get over a fence at the edge of the estate of the couple whose marriage Jaskier had just ruined.

Geralt helped lift Jaskier up and over before vaulting over the fence, himself.

“See?” the Bard said, with a smile. “It all worked out in the end!”

“Hmm.”

The pair went on their way, and the perils of Jaskier’s adultery were forgotten – well, forgotten by Jaskier, at least.

{ ✧ }

“I thought I might find you here,” Yennefer said as she slid into the seat across from Geralt. “I heard our Bard singing from all the way outside, and if you follow the Bard, you often find the Witcher.”

Geralt smiled. It’d been too long since all three of them were together in the same place.

“Good to see you again, Yen,” he said.

It was sheer coincidence that they’d found each other. Jaskier might say it was Destiny; a few years ago, it would’ve been the djinn. But Yennefer had taken care of the djinn problem – canceling out Geralt’s wish with one of her own – and Geralt didn’t think Destiny had any interest in him beyond his connection to Ciri.

While Geralt and Yennefer caught up on what the other had been doing for the past few months, Jaskier played the final notes of one song and moved onto the next. It wasn’t one Geralt recognized, which meant it must’ve been new. He let a lull in the conversation stretch so that he could listen.

“My feet are known to wander

As ev’ry traveler’s will

My eyes are known to wander

As they search out my next thrill

My heart is known to wander

I’m just not meant to sit still

Oh, once when I was wand’ring

I met a lady tall and fair

She had a heart as restless as mine

And a husband without any hair!”

Geralt cursed under his breath at the lyrics. Yennefer raised an eyebrow, prompting him to explain.

“He met that woman and her husband less than a week ago,” Geralt said through clenched teeth. “I know because her husband hired me to hunt some drowners that’d found their way into a lake on the property. And when I came to collect my payment, Jaskier was running – half naked and barefoot – with the husband and two armed guards behind him.”

Yennefer took a drink from the glass she’d summoned. “I’m guessing you didn’t get paid?”

“No.” Geralt closed his eyes, trying to keep his voice down. “And then he goes and writes a song about it like it didn’t cost me my contract and almost cost him his life. If he’d kept his cock from wandering for another fucking hour or so, I would’ve…”

Geralt didn’t finish his sentence, but Yennefer seemed to know exactly what he meant.

“You’re jealous,” she said.

“I’m pissed,” he deflected.

“You can be both,” Yennefer told him. “You’re angry with him for costing you your contract, afraid that he could’ve gotten hurt – that he might get hurt next time, and jealous that he took someone to bed when you would’ve been right back.”

Geralt hummed a noncommittal response, but Yennefer didn’t waver. She’d read him like a book without even using her magic.

“I wonder if he’d let us put him in chastity…” Yennefer said, offhandedly.

Geralt almost laughed. “He wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know that,” Yennefer said with a shrug. “That Bard has kinks that would make a whore blush. Speaking of, has he asked you about using-”

“Yen,” Geralt interrupted. “Whatever Jask told you, I’d like to hear it from him.”

Yennefer rolled her eyes. “Alright.”

“You two are too much alike sometimes,” Geralt said, and despite his frustration, he felt the corners of his mouth quirk up.

“There’s a reason for that,” Yennefer said with a smirk.

“And what’s that?” Geralt asked.

“It’s because you have a type,” Yennefer answered.

Geralt smiled and shook his head. “Unbelievable,” he said under his breath.

“As much as I was loath to admit it, I’ve always seen the similarities,” she said. “I expect Jaskier has, too. Probably part of the reason why he was so jealous of me. And why we fought like cats and dogs for so long.”

Yennefer began listing off qualities she and Jaskier had in common. “Talented, ambitious, gregarious,” she said. “Dark hair, stunning eyes…”

“Alright, you’ve made your point,” Geralt conceded.

“One more,” she said. “We both love being right.”

“And neither of you know when to quit,” Geralt said, wryly.

Yennefer shrugged. “Maybe so,” she said. “Speaking of which, I think we should at least ask him if we can put him in chastity.”

Jaskier in chastity… Geralt could hardly imagine it, it seemed so ridiculous. Although what little of it he could imagine��

“Admit it, you like the idea,” Yennefer teased. “Our unruly little lark, all locked up. He’d look so pretty with his cock in a cage, don’t you think?”

Geralt’s breath hitched. He was trying hard not to think of Jaskier like that. It was wrong – Jaskier would never agree to chastity, so it would be wrong to think about it.

Wrong to think about his cock, half hard and straining against the bars as it filled. Wrong to think about how pent up and needy his Bard would be. Wrong to think about how he would whine and pout and beg.

“How long do you think it’d take him to beg for his release?” Yennefer asked, mirroring Geralt’s forbidden fantasy. “I think it’d be at least a week, but only because he’d be a brat about it first. Huffing and complaining from the minute the novelty wears off. He might beg sooner for you, though. He’s always been so much more pliant for you, Geralt.”

“Hmm,” Geralt hummed. He tried to focus on keeping his breathing steady, but his mind kept straying back to Jaskier. The fantasy was so vivid he could practically hear it.

“Geralt,” Jaskier would plead. “Geralt, please… It’s been forever…”

“It’s been three days, Jaskier,” he’d answer.

“Three days that felt like a lifetime!” Jaskier would complain. “Please, I promise I’ll behave. I’ll be good, I swear. I won’t fuck anyone without your permission – won’t fuck anyone besides you if that’s what you want, darling. Please, Geralt, I’ll do anything – anything!”

Geralt felt his own cock begin to stiffen at the thought of it. Yennefer looked at him like she knew exactly what she was doing to him – and knowing her, she probably did.

“You’d have him all to yourself,” she said, in a voice as sweet and as thick as honey. “No more jilted lovers or angry cuckolds, no more nights alone while he warms somebody else’s bed. And without anyone else to satisfy him, he’d be so very eager to please you.”

“Anything…” Jaskier on his knees, sucking Geralt off while humping his boot, desperate for stimulation. “Anything…” Jaskier on his back, his cock caged and neglected as Geralt fucked him. “Anything…” Come leaking through the bars of the cage as Jaskier whimpered through another ruined orgasm. “Anything…”

Geralt forced the fantasy out of his head and turned his attention back to Yennefer.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to pull you both upstairs and make you explain why,” he threatened.

“Oh please.” Yennefer rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t interrupt his playing for anything short of a life and death emergency.”

“Hmm.”

“Just, think about it.” Yennefer paused for a moment, then offered him a knowing smirk. “Or rather, think about asking him. Don’t keep your wicked little fantasies all to yourself.”

Jaskier finished his set to a round of cheers and applause. “Maidens, men, and gentlefolk of all varieties,” he addressed the crowd. “You’ve been an incredible audience, truly a delight – but I’m afraid that, as all good things must, tonight’s performance is coming to an end.”

Yennefer rose from her seat, catching the Bard’s attention. Geralt could see the exact moment when Jaskier’s eyes landed on her. There was a spark of mischief in his eyes and his showman’s smile gave way to something more genuine.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Jaskier said. “I need to catch up with an old friend.”

“I’ll keep him talking for a while,” Yennefer whispered to Geralt. “That way you have time to take care of your…” She looked the Witcher up and down, eyes lingering on his lap. “Well, I’d say ‘little problem,’ but it’s not exactly small.”

And with that, she was gone – leaving Geralt with a not-so-little problem, still rising between his legs.

“Fuck.”

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2022 Writing Roundup

Tagged by @here4theheartbreak forever ago!! I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a bit but only getting it up now because I just couldn’t come up with answers for some sections, but since I have some I wanted to post it anyway! It’s always nice to look back on the year😊

Fandom: bts

Total fics: 11

Total words: 43,143 note: I only included word counts of what I published because I am lazy :)) I have written some wips this year that have yet to see the light of day, but some of them have been going since 2021 and I cba to try and figure it all out

~Favourite Things~

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. Why? This has got to be Still Waters Run Deep, written for the ghibli collab this year. It’s a only fic I really got my teeth into this year, while a lot of my other work was quite short. Not that that’s a bad thing, but Still Waters felt like much more a labour of love for the fact I pushed it longer than I intended, and it’s still something I enjoy reading!

Top 4 current WIPs - if anyone’s been paying attention to my blog, you’ll have heard a lot about certain wips, which still haven’t made it out and I’m sorry! Here they are:

Supercharged is the big one - and by big I mean it!! This is the longest thing I’ve ever written as it stands and it’s still not finished! Started in 2021 and still persevering, this is a Jungkook x reader enemies to lovers with superheroes, villains and all the trimmings! Highway to You drabbles (I’m grouping this into one here) - I have more in the works for my Highway to You universe (2 stories are already out), which I’m very excited for. It’s a Yoongi x reader mafia au, childhood friends to lovers and stuffed with my fave hurt/comfort Sunken Heart - another story that’s been kicking around since the dawn of time, demigod!Namjoon x royalty!reader mythology au set in atlantis. I promise I haven’t forgotten this one! Autumn drabbles - I had a great time writing 3 bullet fics for 3 hyungs this autumn, and I planned one for every member, so maybe you’ll see those this fall!

Favorite Line - I have a few lines that make me smile this year, but I’m gonna pick the most dramatic one haha: Lightning washed the nightmare in white. - from Still Waters Run Deep. I liked it when I wrote it, but I appreciated it even more when I was reading this part to my bf and he paused at that sentence to tell me how effective he thought it was!

~Question and Answer Time~

Top 2 Resolutions for 2023

Hmm, actually write? I’ve had big chunks away from writing in 2022 and while that’s okay, and breaks can be helpful, mostly these were not. I wanted to write, just never got down to it. When I took part in a november writing goal event, I loved it! just getting myself motivated without that is a challenge Start daydreaming again! In line with my first resolution, I think this is a way to get me motivated. I still daydream of course, but it has shifted to some other fandoms, and while I still love bts, I don’t have their stories on my mind all the time, even though they are stories I like. When I start dreaming up scenes, the need to write them follows, and it’s fun besides :)

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than, or about what was expected? Why? I can’t say I really had any expectations, but I have to say less than what I expected. I had been tailing off but I thought I might naturally swing back up again in terms of writing, but alas.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year? How was it? I haven’t really done anything on this blog that I couldn’t have predicted.. maybe the bullet fic series? I usually am a bit of a completionist but I found the bullet fics gave me some freedom when working from just a concept/aesthetic, as I did in my autumn drabbles. It was a refreshing change to write! Oh, and they were all in present tense? took a while to get used to and a while to switch back, but it fit the ~vibe~ in terms of other differences, I’ve written a few things behind the scenes for new fandoms, but that’s just for my personal enjoyment at the moment :)

What’s your most popular story with readers?

Heaven’s Open - 534 Number 45 - 178 Won’t Tell - 170 Ride or Die - 139 Still Waters Run Deep - 124 The Web part 6 - 121 Say it with Flour - 94 Autumn with Namjoon - 78 Autumn with Hobi - 58 Autumn with Jin - 36 Trade my Life - 10 (at time of writing, notes are probably a bit different as of posting date)

The magic of Jungkook wins out this year with 534 notes on Heaven’s Open!

What was your most productive days/day of the week/month, etc in terms of writing? October and November! In October I got inspired again by the season and I was buzzing to create again, I started with the seasonal drabbles and then in November I took part in the BTS Writers’ Club’s wrimo challenge, where I wrote something every day! I only posted one fic off the back of that but I wrote over 10k words that month, mostly behind the scenes with longer wips :))

~ Fics Written in 2022~

In chronological order of posting

The Web (part 6) - Jimin x reader You made it out of the web, mostly whole. But will you be able to overcome the damage done to you and your family?

Say it with Flour - Namjoon x reader This had always been a bad idea. You, notorious for kitchen disasters, attending a cooking class. Maybe it could be what you needed to fix your terrible cooking skills - or maybe you could meet someone who makes it so much worse!

Won’t Tell - Jin x reader You aren’t the only one sneaking out at night at hogwarts. In fact, it appears to be a popular pastime - shame it also happens to be extremely banned. Oh well, he won’t tell if you won’t…

Number 45 - Namjoon x reader The man at number 45 becomes the highlight of your shift… Five times you delivered something to Namjoon, and one time he gave something back to you!

Still Waters Run Deep - Taehyung x reader down at the riverbank is a boy whose eyes hold each swell of the waves, whose hair ruffles like the reeds. but the peaceful magic of the river may become your only sanctuary when wilder forces come into play

Heaven’s Open - Jungkook x reader it’s never a good time for the heavens to open, trapping you to wait out the storm. but your own piece of heaven is stuck right there with you - maybe the rainclouds will shed some light on the cold front that has formed between you and Jungkook

autumn with: hobi - “are you cold?” - college au ft. apple picking, chasing leaves, wearing each other’s clothes

autumn with: namjoon - “you kept this?” - established relationship ft. a carnival, getting lost in a good book, a kiss for good luck

autumn with: jin - “I hate you - I love you too” - childhood friends au ft. a graveyard, a thunderstorm and seokjin’s sweater paws

Ride or Die - Yoongi x reader yoongi isn’t sure when he became so accustomed to your ineffably cheery presence. until he sees that innocence crack, he hadn’t realised how far he would go to keep it there.

Trade my Life - Jin x reader once, you were just two children giggling in the corner of the dojang, trading equally in punches and hugs, everything a game. but that was long ago, and now that man stands day after day outside the door which separates your two worlds. is the throne really worth leaving the barrier unbroken?

#new year #me #my writing #2022 #2022 roundup #tag game

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The Science of Worth (Part 1)

Tags: @vbecker10

Pairing: Loki x Y/N

Warning: Fluff and humor

Author Note: This is going to be more of a short story with multiple parts. I’m hoping to aim for roughly 5 at the most, but I’ll do as many as needed to complete the idea. Enjoy!

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She gripped her book tighter as the black ink that colored the words on the page finally revealed the morally gray second male lead. His dark hair and hypnotic blue eyes were enough, but to finally see him in action sealed the deal. She found her favorite character and would stan him for the rest of the series. There was certainly nothing wrong with the main male lead. His golden locks with warm hazel eyes were perfect for his morally upright and devoted to justice persona. He was the best option, the safe option.

Ugh, it hurts to see him stand idly by while the hero takes the girl, but I can’t help rooting for him! “He deserves happiness too! Who says he’s not worthy!?” She cried out loud without realizing it, her book held up high in the sky at arm’s length, as she wallowed in her mind over her bittersweet obsession. “I must be a glutton for punishment.” She groaned under her breath as she brought the book back against her lap, curling into the corner of the sofa even more as she dove back into the story.

Loki and Thor watched this outburst of theatrics, the blond far more bewildered than his brother, who was now used to these and more so amused. For the umpteenth time, she had forgotten there was a guest in the house. Another Asgardian god, no less. The raven haired male, who was now accustomed to such outbursts, found it charming.

Just how cute can you be? You make it hard to resist teasing you. How can I not toy with you a little before speaking to you? You’ll forgive me, right? Or maybe you should run from someone like me…what will you do? He watched her settle back into the comfort of the fictitious world, the corners of his lips naturally curling upwards.

“Is…she alright?” Thor whispered, his eyes flicking between the now silent young woman on the couch and his brother, who sat across from him at the table. There was not an ounce of concern on the trickster god’s face, which confused Thor. His voice quickly brought Loki back into the present.

I nearly forgot he was here. “Hmm? Y/N’s perfectly fine, she’s just reading a book. Don’t mind her.” He waved off before picking up his glass and taking a sip. “Now, what were you saying before? The Avengers are requesting my assistance? Well now, that’s certainly a surprise.”

“Is it really? I told you, they now know you were not yourself, the mind stone was influencing as much as you were trying to use it. They have come to accept the truth and work past this.” He entreated his younger brother to reconsider. This was not his first visit to these humble accommodations Loki lived in, but each time he wished it was the last. Not only did he want his brother to be accepted and be able to live in quarters that were worthy of him as prince of Asgard and a god. “You will have a much better place at the Tower as well. You wouldn’t need to suffer in this place anymore.”

Loki knew what his older brother was trying to do, and he secretly appreciated it. However, he would never let his gratitude show. It was embarrassing, to say the least, but it was not the only reason. If given the choice before, Loki would have happily exchanged his living arrangements for something grander without a second thought. The compound was large and lavish to house larger-than-life individuals, and he was no exception to this. Even so, the frost giant liked this place, and it was somewhat difficult to part. Taking another sip of his drink, he stared at the cheap wooden table the two of them sat at.

No, I’m not attached to this hovel. It’s that peculiar young woman I’ve been living with. If I were to go to the Tower, she would be left alone and in search of yet another flatmate. Our paths crossed by chance, who knows what deplorable imbecile she would stumble into if I went. Would there be a way for him to have her come along? She worked fairly close to the tower. Perhaps she could quit the drudgery she was forced to endure at her current place of employment and work with that agency? What was it called again? He pondered for a moment. Ah yes, S.H.I.E.L.D. There must be something there for someone like her. The problem is, how would I bring that about? They might find it suspicious that I’m bringing this random Midgardian with me and suspect that I have her brainwashed. I rather not have them prying about my private life as much as possible. “As flattering as that offer is, I can’t simply leave her to fend for herself. You know this, you assist in my being able to stay here without too much interference.”

“Yes, that is true.” Thor sighed, carefully leaning back in his seat out of fear of breaking it if he was too careless with his strength. “Perhaps we can find her someone else to live with? We managed to find her, I’m sure if we were to repost her advertisement online, she will find another.”

And risk her finding some deranged Midgardian who might be looking for his next victim? From those documentaries she loves to watch, there are many of them out there who have gotten away with murder time and time again or swindled into believing they need to assist in paying for something. He frowned at the option that was brought to the table. Just last week, he was the one telling her to not look at any of the homeless people and keep her money to herself. Not too long before that, she managed to get herself caught up in a store robbery while trying to buy some eggs. She somehow managed to de-escalate the situation well enough for the thief to be taken into custody. Let’s not forget how she abruptly chased after a purse snatcher in the middle of our stroll two days ago. She’d tackled him to the ground before I could stop her. She’s foolishly brave in her sense of justice…a magnet for trouble. “I agreed to stay here for at least two years to pay for the lease. Who is to say the next person won’t leave as well?” He calmly countered, purposely trying to invoke Thor’s honesty and pride.

“We did make a promise to remain here for that length of time.” The god of thunder begrudgingly agreed and slouched in his seat. He lightly tapped his fingers on the table as he mulled over what they could do to make this work in their favor. The younger prince watched his brother carefully consider all viable options that would not leave Y/N left to fend for herself. The sincerity of his consideration warmed his chest in a way he never thought possible before, but here he was happy to see Thor care for the young woman who became part of his world.

He’s only thinking of ways to keep her here and safe, though, and that just won’t do. I’ll need to be careful on how I approach this. I won’t allow someone taking away what is mine. “Perhaps,” Loki was the first to speak up after a lengthy pause, grabbing his brother’s attention. “We-no, never mind, it’s a foolish idea.” He shook his head and sighed, leaning back and crossing his legs.

“What is it? It may not be as foolish as you think.” Thor sat up and leaned in closer.

“I,” Loki started again. “No, no, it’s not possible.” He sighed, cutting himself off once more.

“Surely it is not that impossible. You are one of the smartest people I know, Loki. I’m sure it’s exactly the solution we are looking for.” He eagerly praised his brother, hoping to get him to speak up and unknowingly falling right where the cunning trickster wanted him too. Loki expertly masked the wily smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips and sat up.

“Well, if you insist,” he expertly played his reluctance by extending his first word. “I was thinking she could come with me to the Tower. She’s been seen with me, and by extension that leads to you and the Avengers. As you know, there are many unsavory characters who will stop at nothing to see the Avengers fall. If they caught wind of her no longer being in our protection, they will dive in to use her as leverage and will not shy away from causing harm to her.” He carefully painted a potential outcome that would press at all of his elder brother’s little hero buttons. He watched as Thor’s eyes went from wide-eyed shock to clouded with concern and guilt if anything were to happen to her.

“You’re right, we had not considered that.” He mumbled, looking at the young woman who was still curled up on the sofa, oblivious of the conversation that was going on. She was an innocent civilian now tangled in danger she did not know. “Very well, I will speak with the others about this. She is not a threat to our safety, but we have brought danger to her. Rogers will understand, it’s Stark and Fury who will put up a fight. No matter, I will handle it. You simply stay ready and prepare her for the move as well.” He stood from his seat, and Loki followed soon after.

“Of course, I have the utmost faith in your success.” He smiled, and the two turned to Y/N. If not, I’ll simply just bring her with me. It’s not like I intend to simply bow my head to Stark’s wishes.

The feeling of being watched pricked at the back of her mind, so she lifted her head to see that she was in fact being stared at by the two Asgardian royals. “Uhh, did I miss something?” She tucked the bookmark between the pages and closed her book, giving her full attention to the two.

“No, my brother is leaving.” Loki motioned to Thor, who smiled at her.

“Oh, ok,” she quickly stood up from her spot and made her way around the coffee table, narrowly missing the sharp corner she always managed to hit thanks to cramped space. “I’m sorry I didn’t really host you much again. You only come for short visits, and I figured you wanted time with Loki. Thanks for stopping by, he may not say it, but he does appreciate it.” She grinned, the god of mischief scoffing and rolling his eyes. “Next time you come, try to stay longer. I’ll cook some food!” She continued on, unfazed by Loki’s reactions, which made Thor chuckle.

“I will try to make some more time for my next visit. I’ve heard your cooking is quite delicious. Have a good evening, Y/N, Loki.” He nodded his head to the two.

“Good night, text us when you get back home, so we know you’re safe.” She waved to him as he made his way to the elevator, watching him laugh as the doors shut behind him. Once out of sight, she returned to the apartment and turned to face Loki as he shut the door. The room suddenly felt so spacious now that Thor was gone. It was odd how one person could so easily fill up the room. Then again, no one is as big as him. That's not important right now! Arms crossed, she turned to the handsome god she called her flatmate, giving him a look of smugness that held a hint of exasperation.

“Can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow at her, amused by how adorable she looked with her chest puffed out with pride. She thinks she has the upper hand on me, such a silly little thing. She's going to talk about my brother and I.

“Yeah, mind telling me why you can't just accept the truth of liking your brother? You don't need to act all macho lone wolf with him.”

“Come now, do you really expect me to tell him that I enjoy his overbearing adoration and smothering care? He comes almost every evening. If he thought I enjoyed that, he may just move in with us, and there is barely enough space for the both of us here.” He tried his best not to laugh at guessing correctly.

“I hear you complaining, but I see you smiling! You can't hide from me, I know when you're hiding a smile, and you're always hiding it when Thor comes around!” She poked at his cheeks, grinning with pride at her ability to read the deity of illusions.

“Sounds like you've been lost in one too many fantasy novels again.” He scowled and pulled her hands away, but kept hold of them in case she tried again. Aren’t you a little too cheeky right now? Constantly saying the name of another man while I’m right here? He’s gone, and you should leave it as such.

“The god doth protest too much!” She snickered, dropping the subject for now. ”All that aside, my cooking is delicious, huh? Last I checked, a certain someone was telling me it was “edible” and “nothing like what the chefs at the palace prepared”,” she leaned in closer to him in hopes to get a rise out of him.

“Darling, have I ever said it wasn't delicious?” He closed the distance between them, leaning down to whisper in her ear. Slowly, he trailed his finger along her jaw until he reached her chin to tilt her head up to look at him and locked their gazes. His touch was barely there, a caress like the wind, but it left a lick of heat in its wake. “Saying it's edible is merely stating a fact and when I said it is nothing like the chefs in the palace, I mean their cooking can never hold a candle to the dishes you make for me.” He purred the words as he slid his fingers down her throat, his gaze following them. She swallowed audibly, it suddenly became parched.

His eyes found a misplaced lock of her hair before picking it up between his thumb and forefinger. He gently rubbed the silky strands until they were evenly spread side-by-side. His brilliant blue eyes kept her frozen in place as they leisurely found their way back to hers.

Those beautiful eyes, they always see through me. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he saw the look of shock and awe in them. The innocent confusion and hesitance was obvious. They were always filled with such emotion, observing and asking questions all the time. Searching and always learning, but never staying on him. How can I get you to only look at me, hm? He asked her, knowing he would never get an answer to the secret question. Tell me what I have to do to get through to you, just how much you’ve gotten me so twisted around your little pinkie and don’t even know it. His eyes narrowed as he focused on her lips as she bit at the lower one.

“Lo-Loki?” She shakily whispered his name, unsure of what to say or do. The way he looked at her was different, and she did not know how to take it. She tried to say more, but her voice locked itself away as his finger trailed down her skin, silencing her like some sort of magic seal.

“Hmm?” He hummed his response, a small, troubled smile tugging at his lips at the sound of her calling his name. That’s unfair, you don’t even know what hearing you say my name does to me! He chuckled at himself, realizing how pathetic he sounded. You just take all the air from my lungs and get me so tongue-tied. Her cheeks burned with a blush as he watched her with such kind curiosity, as if he had no clue what he was doing. That smile stole the words right out of her mouth, choking the beats painfully out of her heart, as if it had it on a string all along.

There was silence that followed the soft sound before his face started to lean closer to hers. She watched in wide-eyed shock as he came closer still. His eyes slowly began to close, the mysterious blue optics now mostly hid by his lashes. Her heart sped up, beating a mile a minute as he came closer. The white puffs of his breath warmed her lips, sending her heart into a greater frenzy. Unable to look anymore, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited. For what, she did not know. She knew she was hopeful, though, and that only confused her further. A few moments passed before she hesitantly opened one eye to see his lips pressed to the hair he held in his hand. Her eyes flew open as soon as his eyes opened, her breath stolen from her.

She could not see it, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. He had thought about kissing her, his body acting on his own as he saw how her cheeks slowly colored a deeper red. The moment she had squeezed her eyes shut, it was over.

#loki (marvel)#thor #captain america #hawkeye #black widow #hulk #the avengers #avengers #marvel #mcu #fanfic #fanfiction #loki x y/n #y/n reader #y/n #iron man #the science of worth

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Laisse tomber les filles 5

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: That slow creep, tho

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You looked down at your body and fidgeted. The skirt was so short you pulled on a pair of stockings in an effort to hide your legs, and it was tight like the blouse. Both pieces seemed to be just a size too small. The boots were higher than any heels you’d worn before and you felt awkward in the get-up.

Noon. That was when he told you the night before as he kept stalling you from leaving. Every time you were ready to push open the car door, he had something else to say. You agreed to noon just to appease him so you could run and hide in your dorm.

You pulled on your long pea coat and stuffed your textbooks into your canvas bag with the leather straps. You hiked it up on your shoulder and slung your pocketbook from your other. You stepped out into the hallway and wobbled on the heels. You clung to the handle as you kept yourself upright.

“Wow, you look special,” Gina remarked as she peeked through the kitchen door.

“Um, thanks,” you pulled your coat closed and buttoned it, “it’s… new.”

“It’s cute,” she said as Lisa came to peek through the doorway as well.

“Where are you going?” the second girl asked.

“To study,” you said as you carefully made your way to the heavy door that led to the stairwell.

“Oh, study, huh?” she teased, “can’t be alone then.”

“I’m gonna be late,” you kept your chin down.

“Don’t let us hold you up,” Gina said as you opened the door and stepped out.

“I didn’t know she had anywhere to go,” Lisa’s trilled and her voice slipped into the hall just before the wood slid back into the frame.

You exhaled through your nose and braced the railing for your slow and treacherous descent. As you got to the bottom, you teetered and pressed yourself to the wall as two girls came through the door. You watched them flit up the stairs and scurried out into the spring air.

The weather was as bitter as before. It smelled like wet grass and mud. The sun beamed down warmly and made you sweat in your jacket. You gripped the strap of your bag and cleared the single step to even ground.

“Honey,” the voice drew your eyes up from your boots and you blinked.

The sheriff stood by his cruiser as he watched you. He didn’t wear his uniform, instead a pair of grey slacks and pure white button-up under his usual leather. He smiled and came to the end of the walk as you hesitantly closed the gap. Your heel caught in a crack and you stumbled. He caught you and gave a soft laugh.

“You okay?” he asked as he held your elbow in one hand and his other went to the small of your back.

“I’m fine,” you righted yourself and parted from him, “just didn’t see the crack.”

“Here,” he tugged on your heavy knapsack, “let me take this.”

You let him, unsure what to say. He was early. Your watch assured you he was a whole twenty minutes ahead of schedule. Your own timing was purely habit as you hated to keep others waiting.

“Thank you,” you squeaked as he put the bag in the back seat.

“So, can I see it?” he asked as he shut the door.

“What?” your brows knitted in confusion.

“The clothes,” he said lightly, “that is what you’re hidin’ under there, right?” he pointed at a large round button on your pea coat, “it’s too warm to be wearin’ all that.”

“Can I wait… until we’re at your, um, place?” you clutched the round collar of your coat anxiously.

“Oh, for my eyes only, huh,” he teased with a wink.

“No, I just… can we go?”

“Course, honey,” he brushed by you and opened the front door, “get in.”

You sat and pulled your legs in, hooking them around the edge of the seat stiffly as you crossed one over the other. The door closed and you picked at the metal clasp of your pocket book and chewed your lip. Why were you doing all this? You were an adult, he said it himself, you could say no…

You glanced around, his sheriff’s hat sat on the dashboard and you shook your head. No, you couldn’t. He was a cop and your discomfort wasn’t a reason to be uncourteous. Your mother always told you to push yourself out of your safe zone. She hated how you always held yourself back because you were scared. It was difficult enough to get you out of the house and into a dorm.

Once he was in the car, there was no turning back. You coudn’t lie about feeling sick or claim a forgotten study group, you were on your way and suddenly you were filled with panic. What if he wasn’t taking you to his house? Did that star on his hat really mean he was a good person?

“Um,” the syllable slipped from you nervously.

“What is it, hon?” he asked as he gripped the grooved wheel.

“Um, I don’t…” you stuttered as you searched for words. You couldn’t let him know what you were really afraid of, “so, uh, I would’ve thought that… you have a wife?”

His brows flicked up as you peeked over at him. He pushed his bottom lip out and hummed. He clicked his tongue and sighed.

“Well, I did,” he admitted, “but I don’t like to talk about it too much. She, er, she’s married to my deputy now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said quietly, “I didn’t…”

“It’s all over now,” he shrugged, “you know, I’ve moved on. We’re both happier for it.”

“That’s… good, then,” you murmured.

“Must be, I met you,” he smiled, “huh?”

“Well, I…” your hand shook and hid it up your sleeve, “I don’t know, I’m a bit young, aren’t I?”

“Young?” he said, “you don’t act it. You’re a lot more mature than lots of ladies I know. The way you carry yourself… you work hard I can tell. I don’t see your age, just a good woman.”

“Hmm,” you pursed your lips tightly.

“I mean it,” he insisted, “you got character beyond your age.”

“Thank you, but I… I don’t know,” you picked at the cuff of your coat.

“You brought your books?” he said, “must’ve. That bag sure is heavy. I got a place for ya all set up.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll be workin’ on supper, I hope you don’t mind the noise,” he drawled, “you know, I don’t cook often so I might be a bit… lost.”

“You don’t have to cook for me,” you offered, “really, it’s… too much.”

“I wanna, honey,” he said, “ain’t it special? A fellow cookin’ for his lady?”

“Uh, oh,” you frowned, “sure.”

“And you can turn the radio on if you like,” he continued, “it’s new.”

You nodded and listened meekly. Every argument you had for him was quickly shot down. He was so good at telling you how you were wrong or what to do while making it feel like good advice. Each demand, each want, was presented as common sense. It was impossible to argue with him because deep inside, you couldn’t argue with yourself.

While your gut told you something was off, your head assured you of your paranoia. You didn’t know any better, did you? You didn’t know how these things worked, how men and women got along, so of course it would feel strange to you. But he knew and he was so confident about it, he must be right.

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Lee’s house was nice, just outside the city limits. It reminded you of the suburban homes you passed on your way to high school in your hometown. You only ever lived in an apartment with your parents and so found the place extravagant compared to boxy until attached hallways noisy with troublesome neighbours.

He led you onto the porch, the wood painted white, and opened both the screen door and thicker wood one ahead of you. You were forced to brush against him as you entered. He was quick to trail you, the screen snapping shut behind him. He hung his leather coat and tugged on the back of your collar as he plunked down your bookbag.

“Go on then,” he said, “let me see it, honey.”

You closed your eyes and steeled yourself. You forced a smile as you undid the first button and slowly turned to him. You unhooked each until the coat fell open and you let it fall down your arms. You quickly swept it up and he took it to hang beside his own.

He faced you and gripped your shoulders as he looked down at you. You shied away as his eyes roved down your body and you took a step back as you crossed your arms.

“They’re a bit tight,” you said.

“You look mighty fine,” he slithered, “look like they fit just nice.”

“Erm,” you rocked on the balls of your feet.

He smiled and knelt to untie his shoes. You unzipped the boots and stepped out of them, stretching your arches as before you brought them flat. You pushed them beside his shoes as his strong cologne tickled your nose.

“Just in here, honey,” he waved you through a doorway, “come on.”

He went back to grab your bag and pointed you in ahead of him as he returned to you. He went to the sofa and dropped the bag on the cushion.

“You can get settled in,” he sidled away from the coffee table, “the radios there,” he gestured to the console table along the wall, “record player too.”

“Thanks, I should be fine,” you neared and sat on the edge of the couch.

“I’ll be through there, in the kitchen,” he peeked over at another door, “you need anything, just holler.”

“I will,” you twined your fingers through each other, “thank you.”

He smirked and shoved his hands in his pockets as he lingered on the other side of the table, “you do look nice in that,” he looked you up and down again, “you don’t even need the stockings with how warm it’s gettin’.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled and brought your fingers to tap your lip, “guess I should get started.”

You reached for the flap of your book bag and slid out a heavy textbook. You sensed him watching you before his feet slowly turned away and he strode from the room. You opened the book and flipped through the pages mindlessly.

This house was far enough from the city, far enough that you were stranded, and much of the area was new to you. The realisation made you tremble as you counted the page numbers.

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