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hp-hcs · 4 months

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i see your theo and mattheo are bottoms post so i ask of you BOTTOM 👏🏻 YANDERE 👏🏻 FICS 👏🏻 i'd go feral if you dropped any plsplspls 😭‼️

• smut • hook up boyfriend — yandere! switch! theodore nott x male! switch! toxic! reader

look at this little bottom bitch he’s mine back off

so, my boyfriend proofreads most of my works on here, and i gave him my rough draft for this ask. he then said, and i quote, "jesus christ, [hp-hcs]. you write smut like a nun." and then he took my phone from me. so basically, this is a long winded way of saying that my boyfriend helped me write all the smexy stuff. tell me if I should let him keep helping me or if he's a god awful smut writer who should not be allowed within a hundred feet of my tumblr, mkay?

INCREDIBLY TOXIC READER JFC WHYD I MAKE YOU SUCH A MANIPULATIVE BASTARD IDK

WARNINGS: SMUT MDNI, amab reader, switch reader, implied unprotected sex w/ multiple sexual partners (you’re not magic irl. wrap it before you tap it.), lot of power dynamic changes—traditional top dom/bottom sub but also some top sub/bottom dom stuff as well, toxic shit in general, lot of manipulation, pretty mild yandere from theo, degradation, praise

i’m of the opinion that theo would be a bottom/dom just so that he could save face for posterity

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“What do you mean I can’t hook up with him?”

“Because you’re already hooking up with me!”

“So? We’re not exclusive, Theodore.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Friends with benefits. That’s it. I’m not beholden to give you my loyalty and undivided attention, dipshit.”

Theo growls and runs a hand through his hair while he paces around his dorm. You lay back on his bed, watching him with a bored expression.

“But he’s my best friend, Y/n!”

“Mhm. He’s also a damn good fuck.”

“I don’t need to know that!”

“Why not? You seem to enjoy fucking your friends, no?” You shrug, stretching out across his bed without a single care. “Maybe you ought to add Matty to your hook up rotation.”

“Matty?”

“Yeah? I’ve got nicknames for all my partners, Teddy-Bear.”

“All?!” Theo splutters. “Well- well, tell me this. Does he even satisfy you? Do you ever think of me when he’s fucking you?”

“He’s the bottom, actually.”

“Wh- huh?”

“He’s the bottom,” you repeat. “Why are you shocked? You’re well aware I’m a switch, Theo. And everyone knows that Mattheo is a Bottom-with-a-capital-B.”

A flame of white-hot jealousy heats up Theo’s skin. He grits his teeth in barely-restrained anger; it’s as if just saying the wrong thing right now would cause him to snap and go hunt down Riddle to put his head on a pike.

“I could be your Bottom-with-a-capital-B. You don’t need Riddle. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Got that?”

You snort. “No offense, Teddy, but I couldn’t see you bottoming in a million years. You’re my top hook up. I’ve got bottom hook ups so that you don’t have to do that.”

He stubbornly crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, maybe it’s high time you teach me how to bottom then. I don’t want you seeing other people. Especially if it’s just because they give you something I’m too chicken to.”

You blink. “Huh. That’s some weirdly endearing possessive dedication, love.”

“I aim to please,” he says dryly, those unnervingly dead eyes of his seeming like they could see inside your soul when he stares at you.

You consider the offer before a wicked grin slowly spreads across your face. “I bet you do, darling.”

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"Sh-shit! Fuck! Y-Y/n, I-"

“You gonna cum, pretty boy? Hm? Already?” He whimpers and nods frantically, his fingers scrabbling for hold on your shoulders and leaving stinging nail-bitten marks across your back.

Your teasing relents a bit at the sight of his blissed-out expression. Theo’s mouth hangs open in ecstasy, his eyes shut tightly and his back arching up from the mattress.

You groan at the sight of him splayed out under you. You grip his cock, reveling in his whimpers, and quickly start jacking him off in time to your thrusts. “C’mon, baby. You can do it. Be a good boy for me.”

His entire body stiffens as he cums with a moan that would make even a Muggle porn star blush.

You groan and start to slow down, but before you can fully pull out, he locks his knees around your hips to keep you in place.

"D-don't you fucking dare. More.”

“More?” You tease gently, hesitant to continue despite his request. “What a fucking slut you are, Teddy-Bear. Insatiable.”

He growls at your hesitance, far too impatient for that kind of bullshit.

He grips your shoulders, his knees tightening around your hips again as he uses all of that hot boy quidditch strength to roll you both over.

You let out a tiny yelp of surprise as he flips you onto your back. He whimpers loudly and moans at the shift in position, having to tuck his face into your neck for a moment while he collects himself.

Your hand moves up to comb your fingers through his hair, but he knocks it away before you can.

He sits up, supporting his weight with his hands flat on your chest, and takes a shaky breath at the shift of positions. “Want you t’ cum too.”

Your hands find his hips and grip them firmly, your breath becoming uneven as he starts to grind back and forth.

You help him raise himself up then lower his body again, listening to his sweet moans. As he finds a steady rhythm, you watch as his thighs begin to tremble.

“Merlin- I’ll never complain about you getting tired while riding me ever again. This is a fucking workout.”

“You’ll be fine. You’re not on the quidditch team for nothing.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say.

His face darkens.

Maybe he just doesn’t like me bringing up his teammates while we’re literally fucking, you consider. Maybe he-

“How good of a fuck is Riddle anyways, huh? Could he ever ride you like this?”

Ah.

Fuck.

Mattheo’s on the quidditch team as well.

Theo starts moving with passion, roughly slamming down on you. “I asked you a question.”

“G-god- Theo!” You gasp, caught off guard by the sudden influx of sensations.

“Answer me.”

You whine and scratch your short fingernails over his abs, marveling at the pink and red lines that bloom at the surface a half-second later. “C-could never be as good as you, love. Shit- you’re perfect.”

He shivers at the sensation and grins slyly. “Perfect, huh?”

“Perfect,” you repeat, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in for a slow kiss.

He sighs against your lips, returning the kiss. The sweet moment is cut off by you suddenly jerking your hips up into him and cursing loudly.

“Fuck- you feel so fucking good, babe-”

He gasps and his fingers claw frantically at your shoulders for any kind of support. “Merlin- I’m gonna-”

You watch as Theo’s second orgasm hits him and he goes practically boneless, slumping over on top of you.

He’s spasming around you like mad, and you can’t help but moan loudly when you cum just seconds later.

You both lay there in silence for a moment, trying to catch your breaths. Theo slowly eases himself off of your dick and rolls over to lay beside you.

“What‘s the final verdict?” You grin cheekily after a moment. “You a pillow prince now or nah?”

“Mmm…nah. I think I can settle for the label of switch though.”

“Aha! Welcome to the dark side!”

“Yeah, yeah. Shush. Now, roll over, I’m on top this time.”

~~~

“I heard you’re going steady with someone now.”

“Mm…mhm,” Theo hums an affirmative around the cigarette in his mouth, one hand cupped around the flame of his lighter as he lit it.

“Who’s the lucky fella?”

“Your ex-fuckbuddy.”

“Which one?”

“Y/n.”

Mattheo’s brow furrows. “Y/n? Y/n and I have never slept together.”

Theo suddenly launches into a coughing fit as he chokes on his lungful of smoke. “What?”

“Now, don’t get me wrong. I’d hit that in a heartbeat if he offered. But, I’m also like ninety percent sure that you’d kill me if I did that, and I rather enjoy being not-murdered, believe it or not. He is incredibly hot though.”

Theo just stared, his mouth hanging open.

You never slept with Mattheo?

What?

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• standalone!! •

i will not be writing a part two!!

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spadecentral · 1 year

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♥️ Heart to Heart | TWST

>> requested: sort of, for an anon >> a/n: sometimes we all just need a hug

>> masterlist: ramshackle >> summary: the different ways of how the twst boys would hug you >> reader prns: not specified >> warning(s): can be viewed as platonic or romantic (except for ortho, his is only platonic); in order of dorm

Riddle; He doesn't show it, but he really does like hugs. He'll slowly wrap his arms around your waist, and pulls you into his grasp tightly. He likes to just listen to you breathe.

Trey; His hugs are tight but firm. You can feel his presence strongly, like you know that he cares for you. He likes to rub his hand on your back.

Cater; Has a loose grip. Keeps a thin layer of air in between you two, just incase you get uncomfortable. He gets surprised if you close the gap.

Ace; Likes to scare you from behind. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his head on top of your right shoulder.

Deuce; He gives tight hugs. Likes to give a little extra squeeze before he lets you go. He also sways from side-to-side because that's what he and his mom did when they hugged for forever.

Leona; He will drag you down to the floor with him. Likes to hug before taking a nap, turning you into his pillow.

Ruggie; He taps you on your left shoulder before hugging your right side. You know who it is every time, but you can't help but amuse him.

Jack; He gives tight hugs. But they're always soft and warm. He will lift you off your feet, but only if you say it's okay.

Azul; He doesn't enjoy hugs that much. His go-to is more of a side-hug with one arm. Likes to lightly squeeze your arm before he lets go.

Jade; He likes to slowly snake his arms around you. He also enjoys resting his head on top of yours.

Floyd; He finds it fun to hug you! He won't hesitate to pick you up and possibly shake you around a little, even without permission.

Kalim; He's very much a hugger. Warm hugs with just the right amount of squeeze. He's had practice with the amount of siblings he has.

Jamil; His hugs are often quick, since he is always worrying about Kalim. One-armed hugs are a usual, and he likes to rest his head on your shoulder for just a second before he's off again, chasing after Kalim.

Vil; He doesn't give tight hugs on the regular, in fear of ruining his uniform. Likes to instead pat you on the head lightly, squeeze your shoulders, and rub your arms.

Rook; He likes to give hugs in private. He puts his hat over your head, covering your eyes before giving you a hug. That way for a second he can relax in your arms, without having to watch the people watching him.

Epel; He gives tight country hugs. His hugs feel like when you come home from a long trip and you just want to see your family again.

Idia; He isn't one to initiate hugs. He jumps a little and his body gets stiff when you hug him. But if you hug him for a little while, he starts to calm down and molds to fit your hug.

Ortho; He loves giving hugs! He especially likes hugging your side right under your arm, so you're forced to hug him back. He likes to lightly stand on your foot too. You don't tell him if it hurts.

Malleus; When he gives hugs it often feels like he is absent from them. He hasn't yet mastered the art of hugging, but he does enjoy hugging you. He's sure that with practice he will be able to hug fairly well.

Lilia; He knows how to give a good hug. His hugs feel like the last hug you would get before going out to war. They're tight and heartfelt each time.

Silver; His hugs are sleepy. He'll lazily wrap his arms around your torso and rests his head on your shoulder, using you as support to stand up.

Sebek; He seems like a robot when he hugs you. He's very stiff, and takes him a while to break this. He doesn't know his own strength though, and when he can hug comfortably, his hugs always knock the wind out of your chest.

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citrusdarling7 · 3 years

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Tophelia

summary- a smutty excerpt from my tom riddle x oc book, which you can find here (wattpad) or here (ao3)

warnings- smut, praise kink, tiny bit of degrading, fingering, swearing

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As soon as we found an un-inhabited guest room, I was backed against the wall as his hands tightly grasped my waist, his tongue pushing against my lower lip. After a few moments of rough kisses, he yanked back my hair to allow his mouth better access to my neck. I threw my head back in pleasure and anticipation, letting my body arch against his. A cold hand had started to snake under my dress and up my thigh.

“Wait- give me one moment.” I pushed his head away from my neck as I drew my wand. I quickly casted a few Silencing Spells, kicked off my shoes, then double-checked that the door was locked. The room was lit by various lamps that had been scattered about and I vaguely recognized it as where I might have set a tapestry on fire last summer. Once my wand was rested on a nearby table, Tom started to tug off my dress.

The beautiful fabric was no match for him. He didn’t bother with the zipper as he ripped the bodice apart and slid it down my legs. I was going to grieve the loss of such a pretty dress, but I was focusing on more important things at the moment. Riddle suddenly hoisted me up by my thighs, pushing me harder against the wall. My legs wrapped around his middle as I ran my lips across his jawline.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined us in this scenario,” he whispered against my ear. “You looked impossibly alluring in that dress tonight, and you look even more alluring without it.” A sharp pinch to my thigh forced a sudden moan from me.

“Stop talking and take off your clothes,” I groaned. My hands had started to unfasten his belt buckle, but he pushed them away.

“No, not yet. I’ve waited so long for this, and I plan to savour every minute of it.” Tom hooked two of his fingers in the waistband of my lace panties, allowing the pads of his fingers to brush against my skin. “Have you ever let a man touch you before?” I forced myself to meet his gaze before speaking.

“Just one,” I admitted. His jaw clenched as he glowered at me.

“Really? Who?” Tom’s other hand began to spread soft touches across my collarbones and neck.

“Conner McLaggen.” To my suprise, his eyebrows raised as he let out a cold and cruel laugh.

“The Gryffindor? I would’ve expected you to have a bit more dignity than that, Ophelia.” He spat his words at me, as if he wasn’t the one who brought up the subject. “Well, I suppose it’s only fair that I show you how it feels to be pleasured by a real man.”

Riddle’s cold fingers slipped under my panties and pressed against my folds. Two fingers entered my heat, causing me to gasp quite loudly.

“Salazar, you’re soaking wet. You’re quite the little whore, aren’t you?” Tom slid his fingers in and out of me at a slow pace, sending sparks of pleasure through my core. His other hand found its way to my throat and squeezed gently. “Such a pretty girl.” Tom decided to add his thumb, circling my clit slowly. I nearly cried out from the shock of the new sensation.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I sighed. Every time his fingers entered me my core tightened around them in anticipation. Conner had been a decent partner, but he never made me feel the way Tom did.

“Yeah? You like being fucked by my fingers, don’t you?” Unable to speak, I simply nodded my head and whimpered. I let my head fall against his shoulder as I bit down on my lip. Every push of his fingers sent pleasure coursing through my veins, and I never wanted it to stop.

“Tom-” I moaned into his shoulder, my hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. My entire face was flushed, likely due to the dirty things he kept whispering into my ear.

“Would you like to come, my darling?” His breath was hot against my skin, his curls tickling my neck. I had hooked one of my legs around his in an attempt to steady myself, longing to feel his body against mine.

“Yes.”

“Then look at me, Ophelia.” Tom suddenly took hold of my chin and thrusted it upwards. Our eyes met in a gaze of intensity that I had never seen in him before. He loved having this sort of power over me; loved having complete control. “I want to watch when you fall apart for me.”

And with a few more quick movements from his fingers, I was sent tumbling over the abyss. I felt my body ripple with waves of intense pressure as I desperately tried to soften the volume of my moans. I clenched around his fingers, my thighs shaking from the immense pleasure. I cried out his name repeatedly as I came.

“You made quite a mess. Open your mouth,” Riddle demanded. I let my lips part, and he immediately pushed his fingers past them, making me taste myself. I began to suck, which was met with a low groan from him. “We can stop now, if that’s what you want. I do not wish for you to regret anything that we do.” Once his fingers were withdrawn, I tilted my head upwards and let my mouth wander his neck.

“I regret nearly every decision I make, so it does not matter. I want to keep going,” I told him. I had started to undo his tie while he gently rubbed his thumb in circles against my hip. “I want you, Tom.”

Did I want him? I was not so sure. His physical body was similar to that of a Greek god, and his lips left beautiful marks every time they met my skin. Riddle was the boy that I had fought so hard to stay away from, but right now I wanted the two of us to be as close as possible.

I was once again lifted by his arms, although this time I was thrown onto the bed. I watched with anticipation as he started to undress himself. I was practically pulsating in between my thighs, still overwhelmed from what he had been doing to me mere minutes before.

“I take the potion, so it’s alright if you don’t use a condom,” I suddenly blurted out. Tom’s brow raised a bit as he allowed himself to smile. His hand softly caressed my cheek.

“You have done this before, correct?” I nodded as I felt his other hand reach around to the nape of my neck, tangling itself in my hair. “I’m still going to be somewhat gentle with you. At least for this time.” His hands gripped my hips to keep them steady as he finally lined himself up with my entrance. The tip of his cock brushed against my clit, causing me to let out a sigh of frustration.

“Stop teasing me.” His fingers tightened around my hips, digging into my skin in a fashion that was sure to leave me with bruises. He slammed into me suddenly, causing me to yelp. The pace he set was torturously slow, his length stretching out my walls with every thrust. My head fell back against one of the soft pillows as my hands gripped the duvet.

“You feel wonderful, my darling. So tight and warm,” Tom groaned. A hand left my hip and tangled itself in my hair, directing my face off of the pillow and back towards him. “Kiss me,” he demanded. It was a struggle to raise my upper body enough so that our lips could meet, but I loved the feeling of his mouth on mine. Riddle nibbled on my lower lip as his tongue explored the inside of my cheeks.

“More,” I whimpered. My hips thrust upwards, desperate for more friction. Tom’s hand flew around my throat as he laughed coldly.

“What do you want? You want me to go faster? Fuck you harder?” His words were enough to make my spine tingle. The hand squeezing my neck would have made it very difficult to speak, so I settled for a nod. “I want to hear you beg for it.” His grip loosened a bit, allowing me to groan in frustration.

“Please, Tom. Please, I need you.” Tom’s lips curled upwards in quite possibly the biggest grin I’ve ever seen from him.

“I’ll give you what you want, but first I want this off.” His hands slid to my back, reaching for the hooks that held my bra together. He quickly unfastened the garment and tossed it behind us. Soft fingertips gently tugged at my nipple while he sucked on my neck fervently. I was certain that there would be marks left behind.

He began to pound into me at a relentless pace, causing a series of moans and curses to tumble from my lips. My hands tightly grasped his broad shoulders, and after a particularly deep thrust, I couldn’t help but dig my nails into his skin. Out of instinct, my hips tilted slightly in an attempt to push him away.

“You begged me for this, so keep still and take it like a good girl,” he growled. Wanting more control over my body, he threw one of my legs over his shoulder, his other hand pressing down on my lower abdomen. This new position allowed him to thrust even deeper inside of me. I cried out his name as clung onto his curls. I must have been pulling his hair very hard, but Tom didn’t seem to mind. My thighs began to quiver as my breaths became more shallow.

“My darling Ophelia, who would have thought you would be so desperate for me? Are you going to come again?” I was unable to even answer his question, because at that exact moment pleasure rippled through my body, my walls desperately clenching around his cock. My moans were so loud that I almost expected his hand to clamp down over my mouth and silence me.

“You really are beautiful. Every little noise that leaves your lips is music to my ears,” he whispered against my ear. My left leg had been moved back into its previous position, allowing him to be closer to me. His movements had become more sloppy and his eyes were practically burning into mine. “Do you- do you want me to pull out?” For a brief moment, he seemed as if he were unsure of what he was doing.

“No. I’d much rather you come inside me,” I assured him. I directed his face closer to mine, pressing our foreheads together.

“Ophelia, every touch of yours is so incredibly intoxicating. You set my mind and body on fire.” Tom groaned my name while he came, his cock twitching as he released into me. He stayed close to me for a few moments afterwards, peppering my face and neck with kisses. When he finally rolled off of me, I felt the cold metal of one of his rings brush against my skin. Glancing towards my own hand, I realized that I was still wearing the serpent ring he had gifted me.

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local-ground-apple · 4 years

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Hi! May I request headcanons for Ace, Leona, Floyd, Riddle, and Kalim being jealous when they see their female crush being close with someone else? Thank you!!

I hope you will enjoy it, apple🍎

On y va~~

🦁 is his herbivore close with others? Honestly, he doesn’t mind it. If you expected him to growl, then you were wrong,

🦁 or maybe you didn’t?

🦁 you’re being besties with Ruggie? Cool. Hanging out with Jack? That’s great. Practicing in a band with Cater? You’re doing great, sweetie. Whispering something while leaning close to Epel? Leona – unfazed

🦁 well, everything changed when during one of band’s practices you met Malleus (through Lilia) and somehow you two grew rather close very fast,

🦁 for Leona it seemed as if he had woken up from one his naps and puff, suddenly you and his archnemesis were best friends. However, he knows that it doesn’t mean you hate to detest Malleus too,

🦁 you hadn’t noticed how his tail twitched in annoyance or when his ears flicked back as he glared at you and Malleus,

🦁 well, at first,

“Malmal, I have an invitation for you~~”

🦁 when his sensitive ears heard that cutesy nickname you had for Malleus, Leona lost it,

🦁 he would come to you two, scaring you when you felt his arm tightly wrap around your waist. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, as his sharp teeth slightly grazed your skin

“Malmal? That’s something new. Why don’t you come up with a nickname for me too, hmm, herbivore?”

“Are you perhaps jealous or....?”

“TCH”

🐚 may the person with whom you are close starts praying to whatever god they believe in, cause when that eel is jealous, he goes feral,

🐚 absolutely feral,

🐚 nothing can stop him, not even the fact that you two aren’t dating. Yet is a crucial word here,

🐚 Floyd doesn’t take nicely the fact that someone is being touchy-feely with his precious shrimpy (even if you aren’t together). He’s possessive, aggressive and volatile,

🐚 Floyd will start with gentle persuasion from his part. His subtle threats, razor sharp teeth nibbling on your neck and a good old lil’ squeeze will surely make that person leave you alone, bah, they wouldn’t even dare to approach you within the distance of 5km,

🐚 let’s just say, that next day your neck would be dotted with rosy and violet marks of his sharp teeth. Oh and now you are certainly taken,

🐚 no one dares to get closer to you anymore now that everyone knows that Floyd has taken a keen interest in you,

🐚 Floyd usually tolerates you being friends with his brother. Usually. If you pay too much attention to Jade, expect him to pout and wrap his arms tightly around you in almost suffocating grip,

🐚 oh and even more marking. Floyd loves leaving not only his scent on you, but he adores leaving bites and bloody kisses on your neck. So everyone could see that you’re his,

🥀 surprisingly it’s not “off with your head” for your close companion,

🥀 at least for now. It’s rather inevitable because suddenly Riddle is looking for any, tiniest mistake from your friend. So it’s only a matter of time, before a collar will adorn his neck,

🥀 Riddle does rather poor job with hiding his jealousy – you can see his flushed face which gets redder with every passing second and hear his puffs of annoyance and glares,

🥀 oh those constant piercing glares which would scare practically everyone (maybe not Diasomnia),

🥀 if it’s someone from Heartslabyul, Riddle will be even stricter with that boy who dared to get close to you. Dorm leader imposes even more inexplicable rules on your friend, pinpoints every, tiniest mistake and assigns even more choreos to do than usual,

🥀 Riddle does his best to keep your poor friend busy who suddenly wouldn’t have much time to meet with you,

🥀 but don’t worry, Riddle is here to invite you to his tea party and sooner or later you can expect a proper confession from him,

🃏 Ace is pretty reasonable. He knows very well that you can have friends and hang out with them. Besides, you’re two aren’t even together, so he shouldn’t feel jealous, right?

🃏 No. No, he’s not jealous. Okay, so...yes. He was practically oozing with jealousy,

🃏 but why it’s Deuce of all people? Deuce? Your taste surely isn’t the greatest, is it? You certainly could do better than him,

🃏 he definitely feels neglected and jealous, since you’re spending a lot of time with Deuce working on a project you two were assigned to do,

🃏 Ace starts teasing and pulling pranks on Deuce even more often than usual. Behold the great mastermind Ace Trappola,

🃏 tags along with you two all the time, literally all the time. Even if you’re working on a project, there’s a high chance Ace will be there sipping on his ice americano and glaring at Deuce,

🃏 bluntly asks confused Deuce whether he has feelings for you. When he gets negative answer

🃏 Ace gets tad bolder with you. His arm hangs around your shoulders a bit more often than usual, he’s starting to get flirtier with you and gosh, his constant compliments and cocky remarks are never failing to make you blush,

🦂 Kalim is too oblivious for his own good,

🦂 so it took him a while to figure out that strange feeling and annoyance he felt when particuliar person was way too close to you, to his liking,

🦂 it was Jamil who straight up asked him whether he was jealous. That’s when Kalim realised that yes indeed, he was a bit jealous,

🦂 or more than a little bit,

🦂 at first Kalim ignores that nasty feeling and buries it deep down inside his heart. Yet he can’t stand the sight of you with someone else laughing together or giving each other occasional hug. However, he’s not exactly that good in acting as Vil and you’re not exactly dense, so you soon notice that something is wrong,

🦂 usually cheerful and merry Kalim begins to get pouty and a little clingy. He does everything to get your attention finally focused on him,

🦂 obviously you focus on him, not really getting his behavior. You had your suspicions and when Jamil confirmed that you were right, oh boy,

🦂 you began teasing Kalim until he finally confessed to you.

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omgrachwrites · 3 years

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The Princess and The Duke - Chapter Sixteen

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: As the Princess of Spain, you were always supposed to marry King James of England to make an alliance between Spain and England. When he marries a woman at his court for love, you are married off to his best friend, Sirius Black the Duke of Bedford to keep the alliance. However, the court is riddled with secrets and a rebel in the North starts to rise against the Throne. Royal AU.

Warnings: fluff, angst, slight mentions of torture, Jily being adorable

Words: 2672

Disclaimer: These gifs don’t belong to me!

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

Chapter Sixteen - The Chosen One

There was a full moon, round and silver like an orb hanging in the velvet night sky, and it’s pretty heavenly light was poking through a crack in the linen curtains. It washed the room with gorgeous silver light. You smiled as you pulled the covers up to your neck and you traced a gentle finger down Sirius’ handsome face. The moon’s light casted shadows against his skin, beneath the silver light of the moon he looked even more beautiful than usual, you hadn’t thought that that was possible. He almost looked angelic.

You leaned forwards to press tiny little kisses against his closed eyes before you planted a lingering kiss on his rosebud lips. Sirius chuckled against your lips before he opened his eyes, grinning down at you. His grey eyes seemed to shine even in the dim light. You smiled and tangled your fingers through his thick hair, giggling as he let out a pleased hum as you tugged at the strands gently.

“What are you gazing at, angel?” he smiled, pressing his forehead against yours, his hand coming up to cup your cheeks.

You stroked your thumb against his stubbled cheek, “why, I’m gazing at you, of course, you’re beautiful. Why shouldn’t I stare?” you whispered, biting your lip as he scoffed and looked away from you.

“Y/N…” he trailed off and you captured his chin between your gentle fingers and turned his face so he was looking back at you. You saw the vulnerability shining in his eyes as he looked at you.

Sirius still thought that he didn’t deserve you; this beautiful, kind, smart and brave man thought that you were too good for him. It had seemed to be a running theme in your relationship but it had never bothered him like this before, or maybe he had just been better at hiding it. You were going to make it your life’s mission to change his mind-set.

“I don’t care how many times I have to tell you, I’ll tell you every hour if needs be, because you are Sirius, you’re so beautiful,” you pressed a kiss against his nose and Sirius stared back at you with nothing but love in his eyes, “I love you, Sirius.”

Sirius grinned as he cupped your neck and kissed you slowly and deeply, you wanted to deepen the kiss but your husband had already worn you out by his previous actions of the night, “I love you too, Y/N.”

There was comfortable silence as you leaned your head against Sirius’ chest, listening to the gentle thud of his heartbeat. You were very content, though things had been awful at court lately – with the future determined – you could always depend on Sirius to be there for you. And, you were always going to be there for him.

“What are you thinking about?” you smiled up at him, kissing his cheek.

Sirius rested his head on top of yours, huffing out a quiet laugh, causing your hair to ruffle slightly, “I’m trying not to think, my darling. I suppose that I’m worried about the prophecy.”

You had to admit that you were nervous too after hearing the bone chilling words a couple of months ago, words that determined your future, “I know that you’re worried about it, and I am too, but the only people who knew what that prophecy spoke of was in that room with us. I don’t believe for one second that any of our friends would us to Voldemort. He has no reason to come after us, or Harry,” you smiled up at him.

You had mentioned the man that you had seen outside the door, you were worried in case he had heard the prophecy. Thankfully no one else had seen him so it was extremely unlikely that he had heard the prophecy. Though, you had seen him in deep conversation with Peter a couple of weeks ago.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Sirius replied, bringing you out of your thoughts and you could hear the smile in his voice, “I think that I’ll just feel a little better when Harry arrives safely.”

You nodded; you could understand that, the prince would be arriving any day now, “I think we all will.”

All of a sudden, the door burst open which caused your heart to leap up into your mouth, Andromeda shot you and Sirius an apologetic look, “I’m sorry to disturb you two, Y/N the Queen is asking for you, she’s going into labour. Go to her, I’ll look after the children.”

You gasped, excitement filling your chest as you practically jumped out of bed and pulled on a robe to cover your sheer nightgown, you knew that you didn’t have time to dress. At lightning speed, you and Sirius ran down the hallways until you reached the Queen’s birthing chambers.

A midwife was outside of the door, looking at James apologetically, “I’m sorry, Your Majesty but I can’t let you in, it isn’t proper.”

Sighing, you ran up to James who stared at you with worried eyes, you smiled nervously at him, “I’ll keep them safe, Lily and Harry. I promise.”

James’ face crumpled at your words as his hazel eyes filled with tears, “I just wish that I could be at her side.”

Sirius bit his lip as he clapped James on the shoulder, offering him a weak smile, “I’ll keep you company, Y/N will be at her side,” Sirius smiled at you.

James nodded as he worriedly began pacing the endless hallways. You smiled nervously at Sirius as you slipped into the birthing room.

“Y/N!” Lily gasped in relief as you reached her side and she grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly, “you’re here! I don’t think that I can do this, I’m scared,” she cried out, her face contorting in pain.

You bit your lip, you desperately wanted more children but the pain of giving birth wasn’t something that you missed, you still remembered the pain as though it was yesterday, “yes, you can! Your Majesty, I promise that the pain is only temporary; when Harry comes you’ll forget all about it. You’re going to be okay,” you forced out a smile as you pressed a cool cloth against her forehead that was already beginning to burn up.

It was a long and difficult birth, Lily had your hand in a vice grip as she cried out and you had tried to make her as comfortable as possible. You remembered how exhausting this experience was and Lily was doing well, far better than you had done. About halfway through the birth, Lily cried out for James and it broke your heart knowing that Lily was in such pain and there was nothing you could to ease it. You also remembered how awful it was to not have the man you loved by your side as you brought your children into the world.

Finally, Harry was brought into the world, tiny, pink and wailing, the midwife carefully wrapped the prince in a linen towel and passed him to Lily who reached out her arms to receive him, “let me see my son,” she said in an exhausted voice. Lily gasped as she gazed down at her baby boy in her arms with so much love that only a mother could fully understand.

“Look, Y/N,” she smiled up at you with tears sparkling in her emerald green eyes, “look how beautiful he is.”

You leaned over to look at Harry with a grin and an indescribable feeling bloomed in your chest. He was a beautiful baby with tufts of jet black hair, “he is beautiful, I will go and get James so he can see his son.”

Lily nodded, “send Sirius in as well, you two are our very best friends and Harry’s godparents, and you should both be here.”

You smiled at here as you stepped outside of the room and beckoned the two men into the room. James gasped and ran to Lily’s side, kissing her forehead as he stroked her sweat soaked hair from her forehead, “my love, you’ve never looked more radiant than you do right now. Are you alright?”

Lily nodded with a bright smile as she kissed her husband, “I’ve never been better, look at him, James.”

James gasped as he looked down at his beautiful son, “hello, Harry,” he grinned as he held Harry’s tiny hand, “I’m your Papa. I love you so much; your Mama and I love you so much.”

You smiled up at Sirius as he wrapped an arm around your waist as you both stood behind James so you could look at Harry. James glanced back to grin at the two of you, “and, these are your godparents, our very best friends. Y/N and Sirius, but you’ll probably know him as Padfoot at first,” James chuckled, fixing Sirius with a teasing grin that made Sirius roll his eyes.

“Padfoot?” you frowned, looking up at Sirius who momentarily closed his eyes.

“It’s a nickname from school,” Sirius sighed in embarrassment making you giggle.

“Oh, my Padfoot,” you teased, grinning up at him as you kissed his cheek.

“Thanks, James,” Sirius grumbled but he was smiling.

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Sirius could have sworn that the temperature in The Throne Room had dropped a few degrees as he waited in nervous anticipation and he wrapped his arm around Y/N. Sirius was nervous, the Captain of the Guard had just discovered another Death Eater who was running rampant. They were related to Sirius; James had given him a heads up before she was marched through the court on the way to prison. James liked to make a spectacle to prove to the court that he was strong but in Sirius’ humble opinion it proved quite the opposite.

Sirius tensed and squeezed his eyes shut as he heard the manic laugher echo through the castle. He was immediately transported back in time to when his mother would mentally and physically torture him while his cruel cousin would look on and be delighted. Sirius thought he’d left those memories in the past but bile rose to his mouth as they came flooding back. He opened his eyes when he felt a gentle hand against his chest and Y/N smiled up at him warmly, he was so thankful for her, to have her by his side. She had saved him more than she could ever know.

Sirius shot her a weak smile back and he glanced up to where James was standing with an impassive expression on his face. He had his arm wrapped around Lily who was holding their two month old son close to her chest. Lily looked as scared as Sirius felt.

Moments later, the crazed cruel woman was marched through The Throne Room; Sirius noticed that his cousin had lost none of her beauty as she regarded Sirius and his wife with dark heavy lidded eyes. A smirk spread across Bellatrix’s face, “the family disappointment got himself a pretty little wife did he?” she cackled and sneered at Y/N who backed away.

Sirius glared at her, trying to look braver than he felt as he shielded Y/N with his body, though Bellatrix couldn’t reach Y/N in her chains.

“You keep unfortunate company now, dear sister,” Bellatrix hissed at Andromeda who refused to look at her. Out of the corner of his eye, Sirius saw Y/N look at Andromeda with a shocked look before she wrapped an arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

“It’ll be okay,” Y/N whispered.

“Ha!” Bellatrix cackled, high pitched and cruel, it made the hairs on the back of Sirius’ neck stand up as he tried to ground himself, “I doubt that,” Bellatrix smirked at Y/N before looking up at the King and Queen with distaste. As soon as she spotted baby Harry in Lily’s arms, a savage look of hate transformed her face and she wasn’t so beautiful anymore.

“How dare you peasants stand there?!” she all but screamed, “how dare you stand where the proud Riddles once stood? The Dark Lord will come for all of you,” she addressed the court now, “The Dark Lord is great and powerful and you will all be his servants,” the way she talked about Voldemort was alarming. There was admiration in her voice and she spoke of him like she was merely talking about a lover. Sirius wouldn’t put it past Bellatrix for her to be in love with Voldemort.

James stared back at her as rage and hate filled his face but he carried on staring, almost as though he was in a trance. Lily had turned around so she couldn’t see Bellatrix, and Bellatrix could no longer see little Harry.

“He’ll kill you all! He’ll be the King; he’ll rule this miserable country, and eventually the whole world! Mark my words!” she screamed madly as she pointed at James.

That had seemed to break James out of his trance, “take her away! Take her away now!”

Bellatrix screamed as the guards dragged her out and the scream echoed it was a truly awful sound.

“Are you okay, Sirius?” Y/N asked him as she cupped his cheek, gazing up at him lovingly, her eyes searching his face.

Sirius still felt sick but he was okay, “I should be asking you that,” he huffed out a laugh before he looked up at James. James was almost looking at him for guidance but Sirius shook his head, he truly believed that his best friend had gone too far this time.

“Come on,” Sirius mustered a brave smile and looked at Y/N and Andromeda, “let’s go for a walk out on the grounds and forget about this ordeal,” he took both of their hands and he led them outside, fresh air would do them good, even if it was a bracing day.

The silence was deafening and Sirius looked at Andromeda who had silent tears streaming down her face. Bellatrix had always been an awful person, at least to Sirius, but she was still Andromeda’s sister and there must have been a time when they loved each other. Sirius opened his mouth to offer her words of comfort but the words wouldn’t come. He had no comfort to offer her; there was nothing he could think of to say to her, nothing to make her feel better.

Y/N let out a breath of air as she watched the beautiful swans glide gracefully on the lake and she held her stomach, looking up at Sirius worriedly, “I don’t want to have any more children for a while.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, thoroughly surprised as he looked at his beautiful wife, his mouth dropping open slightly; she had been trying to sell him the idea of having another child for months now, “what? What do you mean? I thought you wanted more children,” he pulled her close and he could feel her warmth radiating against him.

“I do,” she gazed up at him and offered him a sad smile as tears welled up in her eyes, Sirius hated seeing her so upset when there was nothing that he could do, “God, I want more children more than anything but I don’t want to bring innocent children into a world where there is so much evil.”

Sirius sighed and he thought of his two children who were currently having a play date with Mary and Remus’ child. It would be unfair to bring a child into such a dark world, “we’ll defeat him, Y/N. I promise he will do us no harm. James is rallying men to fight Voldemort, we’ll get him.”

Y/N smiled up at him as she kissed him softly and leaned her head against his chest as the three of them watched the swans glide on the surface of the lake. Things were going to be okay; Sirius would bet his life on it. He would defeat the evil in this world, he would make his wife feel safe again, if it was the last thing he ever did.

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justasimplesinner · 4 years

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hello, i just found your tumblr😊😊 i would like to ask for a scenario where Eddie from Arkham games has been working non-stop for days and his s/o starts to get jealous since his attention goes all to batman ❤ Fluff pls~🥰 (Sorry for my bad english)

this stinky gremlin i swear, i don’t know if i want to punch him or kiss him

dumb bitch Arkham!Eddie overworking himself AGAIN:

– You're doing it again, Edward. – you sighed at his hunched back, fingers skimming over some parts on the workbench near you, but he never even budged, never acknowledged your presence.

Because of him overworking and neglecting himself, his spine was starting to take shape of one of those curly questionmarks he doodled on every aviable space. It was concerning, to say the least...

– I'm disappointed. – this one struck. You knew this one struck. But if pressing on his soft spots was the only way to get his attention, you didn't have a choice.

– Disappointed? – he may have been snorting, he may have been laughing at you, but the subtle way in which his body immediately froze after you words didn't escape your trained eye. After all those years, you knew what made him tick. – Who are you to tell me you're disappointed? Do you seriously think I'd care for-...

Ah, there went the defensive mechanisms of his - denial, insults, feeding his own ego to recompensate for any moderatively hurtful comment directed at him. The whole package. Despite how he prided himself in being an enigma, he was awfully easy to read.

Looking at it, you could understand why some of your friends tried to convince you this was a toxic relationship. Who knew, maybe they were right. But you knew something they didn't - you knew Edward Nigma for all he was, all his faults and strengths, but most importantly, you knew he was but a child trapped in a man's body.

When children threw tantrums, nobody called them toxic - why should this be different? What with Edward's stunted emotional growth, he had little to no control over his feelings and their outbursts. But especially, he had little to no control over what he was saying when they happened - not to say you were never hurt by his spiteful words, but you knew better than to take them to heart.

You wouldn't be here, with him, if you did. And he knew that damn well - he knew damn well that if you didn't care for him you wouldn't put up with his bullshit, and yet, despite how grateful he really was, you never seemed to get the recognition you truly deserve.

Not from him, at least - his henchmen, though... that was a whole different story. There was a reason most of them called you "Mom" behind Edward's back.

– You promised. – maybe it was just as childish of you to cut in with this as it was for him to make a scene over nothing, but if you let him go on, you'd be sitting here for another hour or so.

– In the first place, you shouldn't believe in promises. The world is full of them-... – you were sure he was about to go full Paulo Coelho on you and quote the entire thing if you'd only let him. There was no chance at blowing his own horn that this man wouldn't take.

– So you're calling yourself a liar? – you mused instead, walking up to him to lay your hands on his shoulders - which almost immediately lost some of the tension, mind you – What happened to being the "man of your word"? I distinctly remember you giving me a whole speech, and call me foolish, but I was under the impression you're the type of man to practise what you preach. – pointing out his mistakes like this was satisfying on a petty level, you had to admit that much. No matter what he said, he'd be only digging his own grave and you both knew that. You left him with no room to wiggle, no way to escape.

You weren't stupid, despite him often saying that - he wouldn't pick himself no bimbo or himbo, after all. And in times like these, it was clear he hated you for it.

– You're manipulating me into giving in. – he accused with a pout, crossing his arms, and it took everything you had in you not to laugh then. Nothing but a child, indeed...

– Whatever it takes to get you to bed. – your murmured sweetly, leaning down to his ear, but every intention of placing a kiss under it died once the smell of sweat, grime and motor oil reached your nose – And a shower. Not necessarily in that order.

He rolled his eyes as you scrunched up your face - good lord above, you'll have to visit more often because this man couldn't take care of himself anymore. The only thing he really cared about now was Batman - his humiliation, his downfall, his surrender to the great mind of Edward Nigma, The Riddler, The Ultimate Boss or whatever it is Ed called himself nowadays.

Watching him spiral down into madness over the years really took its' toll on you, but it made Edward need you more than ever. He couldn't even take a bath by himself, it seemed.

– Please. – begging was your last resort, but like you said - you'd do anything to get him to rest. Besides, you knew that making him feel in power was a huge weakness of his - he'd figure out a way to bring you a star from the sky if you'd only said one sweet "please".

And hearing him sigh in resignation, feeling his back straighten and press harder into your hands, you knew you won him over.

– Only because you asked nicely. – he grumbled laying his palms flat on the surface of his desk, preparing to get up. Of course, not before you stole a grateful kiss from him. Good boys deserved rewards, after all.

You'd lie if you said you didn't enjoy the way a blush crawled from his neck up to his ears. No matter how many years passed, this dork still blushed every time you kissed him and it must've been the most adorable thing you've ever witnessed.

– I was serious about the shower. You stink.

You laughed at hearing his agonized groaning. There was no getting out of this one.

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Despite some minor difficulties, like Edward barely being able to support his own weight, let alone wash himself, you considered the shower a success. After a good scrub and a clean shave, you had your handsome riddle-man back. With triple bags under his eyes and a hairline you were starting to worry about, but handsome nonetheless.

– Are you hungry? – you asked, cupping his cheeks and smiling at the smoothness of them. God only knew that terrible stubble of his was like needles to your skin... But, instead of a proper answer, his head fell onto your shoulder heavily as he leaned almost all of his weight on you.

– Bed. – he moaned and you couldn't help the laugh that escaped you as you patted his still wet hair condescendingly.

Seems you'd have to re-schedule a warm meal to another time. You'd make him something in the morning. Or afternoon, considering it was well after three in the morning and once Edward fell asleep, there was no chance of waking him up for at least twelve hours.

– Of course, baby, c'mon. – you chuckled, tugging him out of the bathroom and leading the way to his office. He had a fatigued sofa bed for when he was caught up with work - which was most of the time. Didn't mean he used it, though. He was the type of man to work himself into exhaustion and fall asleep right where he's standing, only to complain about back problems to you later.

It was a shame he didn't use the sofa more often, too - it was almost unbelieveably comfortable for something that costed less than a decent meal.

– Go on and lay down, – you encouraged, watching as he all but fell onto the sofa – I'll go tell the boys to-...

It was with surprising strength that he pulled you back harshly, apparently not minding the way you literally tumbled into him as his lean arms circled your form and forcefully rolled you over so that his head was laying comfortably on your chest - his favourite pillow of all.

– Or not. – you huffed, rolling your eyes at him as his grip around you only tightened and he nuzzled his face into your t-shirt. Nothing but a big man-child...

– Don't ever stop. – he murmured, so low you barely caught it, once his breathing synchronized with yours and your arms hugged him back as one of your hands went to his head to brush through his hair.

– Hm? Stop what?

You felt his arms squeeze you tightly one last time.

– Loving me.

You watched him fall asleep with a smile on your face. Damn this absolute dork... Like you'd ever stop loving him.

#edward nygma #edward nigma #riddler #the riddler #arkhamverse #my writing #fluff #a sprinkle of angst #geekgirlofarchangels #not my proudest work tbh #but i hope you like it!#i tried lmao

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0bubblegum1 · 3 years

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♥Draco Malfoy x reader x Tom Riddle (lemon)♥

I got out of my shower, the hot water splashing my skin made me relax a lot. I was sure that Snape wanted to kill me, the homework he wanted me to complete would make me stay up till midnight.

I wore my dark scarlet underwear, underneath my black bathrobe and walked out. I stopped in my tracks when I recognized the two half-naked boys laying on my bed. My face flushed red at this sight

"What are you-" I questioned hesitanly

I, Tom and Draco had come pretty close this year. From study partners to even sleeping in each others room.We had chemistry. Everyone could see it. But the three of us never talked about it.

"Took you long enough" Tom started approaching me

"You really think that you can have us waiting so long?" He grabbed my neck tightly and kissed me teasingly on the lips. I stared at him with wide eyes.Where was this coming from

"Draco she isn't saying anything maybe we should give her something to shout about" he purred

He grabbed my wrist tightly and threw me on the bed. Draco took action by grabbing my hair in his fist and kissing me.

Cold air collided with my skin as my robe was taken off.The atmosphere of my room was getting hotter every second. I couldn't resist them, I wanted this- No I needed this as much as they. I was left with my underwear that made the boys lustfull stares explore the curves of my body while licking their lips.

"You are beautiful" Draco whispered in my ear

"Yet, you won't be able to walk tomorrow" continued Tom cockilly

They could sense my needs, my bodys' vulnerable state was making it clear. Draco unbuttoned my bra while Tom ripped the fabric between my legs leaving me naked.

I tried to move my hands, to cover myself but Draco grabbed them, pinned them down, and started playing with my breasts, which made me moan. I had lost my focus and breath, I was actually going to lose my virginity to them. Tom fucking Riddle and Draco fucking malfoy. The most bitter and hated students of Hogwarts. The most popular with the females.

Tom lifted my chin, and placed a finger on my womanhood rubbing it in circular motion, he inserted it slow and a seconds later fastened the pace, inserting a second one. I was made a moaning mess. On the other hand, Draco was rubbing my nipples slowly and gave attention to my sweet spot, creating love bites.

The two boys stopped and unbuttoned their pants, I was taken aback by the size of their erections. Draco pumped his member a few times and placed it in front of my mouth, at the same time Riddle placed his tip on my entrance and thrusted inside. My whimpering turned into screams of pleasure.

I wrapped my mouth around Dracos' tip, lowering my mouth down to half his member. My hand around his shaft. I began bobbing my head up and down, hearing his gasps and grunts. I sped up and when I felt his member twitching, ready to release, I pulled away, moaning, because Tom was making me reach my climax. He didn’t care if it was my first time he was going faster every second. With every thrust, he also smacked my ass. I couldn't handle it, it was too much, but the feeling of him being inside me, dominating me, made me wanting more.

"Fuck, you're so tight"

When he was about to release he pulled back. I thought that they had finished but I was wrong.

Draco grabbed and placed me on top of him.

I saw Tom opening my drawers clearly looking for something. I didn't pay much attention to him but to the blonde boy underneath me. He was smirking, his sweaty appearance making me grind my wet folds on his cock.

I bounced up and down slowly. My hands placed on his chest while his hands were at my hips, I panted as I lifted myself up and down on his thick member.

“You feel so good darling” he murmured

Losing his gentleness he gripped my hips and began to thrust himself into me. The sound of moans, grunts, and clapping flesh echoed the room. I felt a knot in my stomach and later I released.

I collapsed beside him and both of them laughed. My legs were shaking and my hair was a mess.

Someone touched me but my body was sore and numb. When I realized what had happened I was shocked. My hands were tied up behind my back. Tom lifted me and placed me on Draco, my legs were crossed around Riddles' waist. both of them placing their tips in the entry of my holes teasing me.

"We won't stop until we finish love" Tom groaned

"We stayed gentle enough" whispered Draco, his hot breath hitting my neck and bringing shivers down my spine

With that, they both pounded into me, at inhuman speed. I would be very lucky if my filled with pleasure screams haven't been heard by the other Slytherin students.

They both slammed harder and deeper, making me feel like my insides were torn apart. Draco grabbed me tightly by the hair and Tom by my neck, still thrusting forcefully. My eyes rolled back and I arched my back giving them access to reach my core deeper, I was finally coming into another climax and I felt something twitching inside me. I and Draco came together, but Riddle was still fucking me .

Malfoy released my arms making me grab Tom’s neck for suppport.

Tom lifted me still being inside me and slammed me against the dark green wall across the bed. He thrust deeper, exploring depths that I didn't know existed. He kissed me fiercely without stopping pounding, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

“You like it huh?”

Thrust.

“Such a good slut”

Thrust.

“You belong to us”

Thrust.

He threw me again on the bed. My breathing was laborated. How much stamina can a seventeen year old boy have?

He lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulder giving him better access. I was screaming his name without caring. The feeling was amazing.

Suddenly, he came inside me, some of his warm liquid dripping down. When he pulled out, I was shaking uncontrollably. With his finger, he inserted the dripping cum in me.

"Take it all" he said in a demanding manner

I curled between Draco who hugged me and Tom who started petting my head and slept till the next day.

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♥Thank you guys for reading my first lemon! It means a lot. If you would love to see more like this make sure to leave a like and a follow♥

#tom riddle #draco #draco malfoy #lemon #hogwarts #slytherin #like #follow #first post #rough #harry potter #draco x reader #tom x reader #malfoy x reader #riddle x reader

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toosicktoocare · 4 years

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prompt: Oh my gosh i am so so so so happy that youre finally writing for the Batfam!!!! Ive been following you for awhile now and I'm glad that youve fell into the rabbit hole that is thos crazy family😂 For a prompt, how about Jason and Dick taking care of each other at home when theyre both in varying degrees of sick? Your last fic was amazing and I love your group writing. Have a great day

I’m glad you like my group writing because I STRUGGLE to write more than one person honestly, lol

Jason’s dragging his feet around the small convenience store, too tired to move, his muscles melting to hot, thick goo. He’s been fighting a cold for the better half of two days now, having picked one up from a sick kid taking residence in one of his shelters, and normally, he’d isolate himself in one of his safe houses for a few days to sleep off the cold, but with his shelters expanding outside of Gotham to Bludhaven, he’s too busy interviewing for team leaders and security to temporarily remove himself from the world.

Instead, he’s reduced to a sniffling, shivery mess of a man who’s wandering a convenience store in Bludhaven at 1 AM. His head is hot and feeling like it’s stuffed to the brim with cotton. His concentration is waning under the thick, pounding pressure in his head, slowing his thoughts down to basic, one-word sentences as he scans the shelf for medicine, hoping for a concoction that will kick this cold square in the ass.

“Jason?”

Jason was willingly taking his time, prolonging the inevitable bike ride back to Gotham; however, the sudden, incredibly unwanted, presence of one pesky bird tightens his muscles and clears his head enough to move faster.

“Dick,” Jason says, keeping his eyes glued to the shelf. “What a pleasant surprise,” he adds flatly, groaning when he spots Dick, with his badge on full display, walking toward him through his peripherals.

“What are you doing in Bludhaven?”

Jason sighs deep in his throat, the breathing coming off as a muted growl. He grabs a bottle of fever reducers and snags a few other bottles of varying medicines before he turns toward Dick. “Business.”

Dick cocks his head to the side, a small frown playing at his lips. “What business?”

“I’m sorry,” Jason bites out, “is this an interrogation, Officer Grayson?” His eyes find Dick’s badge, sharp, narrow, and incredibly annoyed.

Dick deflates before him, pocketing his badge with a few coughs. “No, sorry. Habit. Will you be here long?”

“I was just leaving,” Jason grumbles, though the second he turns on his heel, his body decides to remind him of the fucking fever he’s been running, and he stumbles, vision tunneling for a breath of a moment but just enough to have Dick wrapping quick hands around his arms to steady him.

“Woah, Jay, you okay?” Dick’s pulling Jason back to him, guiding him around until they are facing, and Jason can’t fight off the annoyingly strong grip, his body too weak under the weight of this persistent cold.

“Peachy,” he gripes out, jaw clenched tightly, and he holds Dick’s narrow, worried gaze with his own tight one, only moving to slap Dick’s hand away before Dick can press a palm to his forehead.

“Jason.”

“Dick Brain,” Jason sighs, shoulders slumping. “You can save the puppy dog look for one of the other bats. I’m fine.”

“You’re sick,” Dick presses, following Jason to the cash register.

“Yep,” Jason mutters, dropping the medicine bottles onto the counter. “It happens.” Dick muffles a few coughs behind him, and he peers over his shoulder, arching one brow.

“Bug going around the office,” Dick explains, clearing his throat. “Are you driving back to Gotham?” He follows Jason out of the store, and Jason sighs long and loud, free hand dropping to his bike seat.

“That’s the plan.”

“Why don’t you come back to mine? Just for the night. You look terrible.” Dick means every word, the instinctive pull of older brother is bleeding into his voice. Jason’s pale before him, but even with the dull, flickering street light serving as the only source of light before them, he can still see two splashes or unnatural red coloring Jason’s cheeks.

“And watch you stumble around trying to play nursemaid? Not exactly on my list of things to do.” Jason thumbs at his bike helmet, wishing he could will this conversation to end faster.

“Jay, I don’t think riding back to Gotham in your condition is a good idea.”

Rolling his eyes, Jason slips his helmet over his head and swings his leg over his bike, tucking the pill bottles into his jacket pockets. “Good thing bad ideas are kinda my forte.” He twists his key into the ignition, revving his bike loudly. “Later Golden Boy. Go get some rest. The sickly pale look doesn’t suit you.” He shoots forward, probably a little too fast, but the quicker he can forget about this small encounter, the better.

***

Jason makes it ten minutes outside of Bludhaven before he turns around, underestimating the ill affects his fever has on his vision. After almost flipping into a ditch three separate times when his vision frayed gray, he slows his bike into a U-Turn and starts toward the damn address etched in his brain, something he’s tried to forget but actively cannot.

It takes another fifteen minutes until he’s pulling up to Dick’s apartment and another ten to climb on jello legs up the two flights of stairs to Dick’s door. Forgetting it’s nearing 2 AM, he curls his hand into a fist and bangs against the door.

He hears coughing on the other end, growing louder, and then the door’s pulled open, and a gun’s pointed at his face.

Dick blinks slowly, eyes still riddled with sleep but hand frighteningly steady around the gun.

“Jason?”

“How come when I even look at a gun, I get lectured, but you have a guest stare down a barrel?”

Dick’s hand falls, clicking the safety of the gun on its way down. “Shit, sorry.” Frowning, he drags his gaze across Jason’s face. “You must really feel like crap if you’re actually taking my offer.”

Jason groans and shoves past Dick, legs wobbly but determined to get to the couch before he crumbles to the floor. “I figured your couch would be just a little better than a fucking ditch.” He sags against the couch, head rolling back and eyes fluttering closed, only opening when a palm brushes across his forehead.

“Shit, Jay, you’re really burning up.”

Jason feels the couch dip beside him, and he groans low in his throat, coughing weakly. “Just a cold.”

“You really believe that?” Dick sighs, nudging Jason with his elbow until Jason’s curling onto his side, fully reclined on the couch. He reaches for a blanket draped across the back of the couch and tucks it around Jason, worry spiking when Jason doesn’t try and stop him.

“No,” Jason says flatly, “but I do believe that you should shut the fuck up.”

“Well you’re still an ass, so I guess that means you aren’t dying.”

“Again,” Jason grumbles, succumbing, already, to the thick layer of fatigue coating him.

Wincing, Dick slips to his feet, arms wrapping around himself. “Sorry, I...”

“‘S fine,” Jason slurs, one eye slitting open. “Go sleep or some shit. You look like hell.” He nods off, face relaxing, and Dick lingers for a long minute, just watching, an older brother thing, he guesses.

He only breaks his gaze when a dull cramp twists in his stomach, and he shuffles to his room, closing his door and flopping onto his bed.

***

Jason’s dreams are fitful, filled with hot, suffocating memories of the Joker, the Lazarus Pit, green hair turning toward green sparks of rage that dwell within him. He’s not sure what wakes him, but he’s thankful for it, his heart rapid fire in his chest, his clothes sticky and damp with sweat. He finds a now warm cloth on his forehead, and he pulls it off, frowning, mind thick and hazy.

He hears a loud gag and winces, pulling a slow gaze to the hallway and spotting the bathroom door closed. He’s even slower to his feet, his head feeling simultaneously too heavy and too light as he stumbles across the room and to the hall, stopping at the bathroom door. It’s gone quiet on the other side, too quiet. He knocks, swallowing back a spike of tension.

“Yo, Golden Boy. You still alive?”

He can hear ragged breathing, but then he hears a thump, and his heart threatens to climb up his throat. “Dick?” he tries, knocking again. Every inch of him feels wrong when he still doesn’t get an answer, and he takes a few steps back and slams his foot high into the door, wood cracking under the force as the door flies open.

Dick’s pulling himself up to his feet, bracing himself against the edge of the sink. He pulls a too pale face over his shoulder, frowning. “The door was unlocked.”

“You didn’t answer,” Jason growls, stepping into the room, grimacing at the toilet.

“Do you normally not try doorknobs first?”

“What kind of a brother would I be if I didn’t dramatically bust in to save you?”

Dick’s face falls to pure, vulnerable surprise, and Jason groans, rubbing at his temples as he shoves Dick to the edge of the tub to fill a glass of water for him.

“Fuck, I said the sacred word, and now you’re short circuiting.” His tone is flat as he offers the glass of water to Dick, who absently takes it, still slack jaw and wide eyed.

“You never say brother.”

“Easy slip up. Just means I’ve been hanging around you too long already.” He kicks Dick’s foot lightly. “Drink.”

Dick sips the water, the adrenaline subsiding until he’s only shivering slightly.

“Have you been throwing up? Before this?”

Dick shakes his head. “New development.” He eyes Jason’s damp face, cheeks still too red for his liking. “How’s the fever? I thought I was going to have to drag you to the hospital a couple of hours ago.”

Jason can still feel heat under his finger tips. He’s still exhausted, but his mind is a fraction clearer, so he takes that as a good sign he’s on the mend, if only slightly. “Still pretty high, but it’s going down.”

“Good,” Dick breathes, relief smoothing across his worn features. “I was worried.”

“Ugh, stop before I throw up next.” Jason drags out each word, hunching over to smooth a palm across Dick’s forehead, finding it warm to the touch but not alarmingly so. “Finish the water then go back to bed.” He turns to leave, wincing at the damaged door.

“I’ll fix this,” he mutters, and Dick laughs lightly, falling into a few coughs.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

#batman #batfam #batbros #batfamily #sickfic #whump #whumpfic #jason todd #dick grayson #red hood #nightwing #dcu #my writing #my batfam writing #i'm rewatching yj and i'm on season 3 already #ready for s4 #ready for s4 to be about fucking Jason or so help me

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gloves94 · 4 years

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Sunburn [Prince Zuko] 1

Warnings: None Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Zuko/OC Summary: "You have everything you've ever wanted." "No." He said softly. "Not everything..." His golden eyes looked at her with a melting intensity she had never witnessed before. "I guess not." She responded with glassy eyes as tears welled up threatening to break the dam of her eyes.

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

"Uncle!" The young prince roared exasperated.

For once his uncle stood on the deck of the ship being quiet and distant. His eyes gazed out into the vast blueness that expanded so far you couldn't tell where the ocean ended and where the sky began. He wore a solemn expression on his face, both of his hands tucked inside of his sleeves. His eyes clouded with a rare sadness.

"I'm so close to capturing the Avatar! I'm going to lose his trail and we are losing precious time! I haveto regain my honor!" Prince Zuko barked. The dishonored banished Prince of the Fire Nation barked.

Iroh also known as the Dragon of the West, the retired general who had been disgraced at walls of Ba Sing Se remained pensive and let out a deep breath he had been holding.

"Why do we even have to go to the colonies?!" The frustrated prince threw his hands over his head.

"I already told you my dear nephew. I've received somber news. The sun has set on a dear friend Sencha's life. And so we must attend the service and show our respects to his spirit and his family."

"This is pointless!" Prince Zuko breathed out a cloud of fire, his exasperation boiling in the pits of his stomach. How he sometimes wished he could just shove his uncle into a sailboat and send him to out so that he could move on with his life and actually have a shot at regaining his honor. Why couldn't his uncle just go by himself?

Zuko was too blinded to see the pain in his uncle's amber eyes.

"Patience," Iroh sighed wisely and stroked his gray beard. "If you allow it, the howling wind shall carry you to your destiny. Who knows? You might encounter something interesting in the colonies."

The prince remained silent.

"Perhaps even the Avatar?" Iroh baited glancing at his nephew from the corner of his eyes.

Zuko gripped the railing tightly, his body tense. His uncle turned to look at him and flashed him a weak smile before squeezing his nephew's shoulder.

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The prince's military vessel docked at the port of Yu Doa.

The city of Yu Dow was one of the first Fire Nation Colonies. It was known for it's unique architecture and surprising co-existence of Fire and Earth bending cultures as near equals. Because of this Yu Dao was the Fire Nation's most powerful asset and wealthiest colony. It was also famously known for having the finest weapon craftsmen in the world.

"This place is... odd," Zuko observed as they made away across the city.

No royal had set foot in the colonies since the war began one hundred years ago and it was safe to say that people from the mainland thought less of those from the colonies. Sneering at them, calling them colonials, and laughing at stereotypes.

The city was quiet, its citizens wore funerary colors and expressions of mourning. All windows were closed and shops were closing early.

"Of course, they are mourning their governor."

The Prince also noted how the people in the streets did not shy away from them like others would've back in the mainland. They neither bowed nor cowered with disrespect. The prince and his uncle entered the gates of the golden palace and were received by an escort who lead them inside the building. The architecture was a mixture of emerald green and square shapes typical of Earth Kingdom architecture with contrasting bold golden pikes, maroon carvings, and large figures and carvings of crimson and golden dragons on the walls which were typical of Fire Nation architecture and culture.

"General Sencha was appointed as the Vice Royal Governor of Yu Dao sometime after your grandfather Azulon rose to the throne. He was a brilliant general, brave, courageous, a good friend and also a worthy Pai Sho adversary," Iroh said with a smile as they were lead through a massive pair of intricately carved golden doors.

"His people, they mourn him. It's almost as if they care-" Zuko was interrupted. "They do," Iroh nodded. "Fire Lords don't often concern themselves with the Fire Colonies once they are tamed. Sencha took it upon himself to provide a life of equal opportunities to both Fire and Earth Kingdom citizens. Together they worked to build and grow the city making it the most powerful asset of the Fire Nation abroad. Because of that Yu Dao paved the way for its own culture and traditions to blossom. That's why this place seems so different to you."

For a moment Zuko thought about his grandfather, Azulon. Besides other aristocrats and the military it had been just another day when he passed. His people hadn't mourned him, he hadn't been missed by many. He certainly didn't miss him. The citizens of the Fire Nation didn't seem to care much for him, then again, he had been a cruel man. It was a drastic contrast to the ambiance in Yu Dao and the respect its people had for their passed leader.

It was then that they entered the heart of the governing room where the service was being held. It was dark and the room was barely illuminated by numerous candles which were burning at different heights. At the center hoisted above a bed of white arranged wild flowers and lilies lay a fine wooden coffin. There were few government officials and family in the private service. The disgraced prince and the retired general approached the front to pay their respects. Iroh knelt before the bed and meditated for a moment on his dear friend's memory. Zuko nodded his head in respect and he patiently waited for his uncle to stand. His eyes scanned the crowd as he attempted to distract himself, not wanting to linger his gaze on the coffin before him. It was then that a spot of red in the darkness captured his attention.

His eyes froze on a person with a hair color he had never seen before. He had never seen an individual with hair the color of fire. Auburn, red, maroon, he couldn't place his finger on the shade. The dim light made it even harder. She appeared to be around his age. Her blazing hair was wavy and reached down past midback, half of it up in the matter that was considered fashionable in the Fire Nation. Her expression was one of pure desolation as a woman whom he assumed to be her mother held her close while holding her hand.

"Prince Zuko!" Iroh whispered harshly elbowing him snapping him out of his train of thought. As he did the girl looked up and their eyes met. His lingered on her face for a second.

Her mother turned as did the man Zuko assumed to be her father. He turned his head sharply ready to walk away, but instead Iroh turned the opposite way and began walking in the way of of the Vice Royal family.

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"I-I think I need some air," gasped the girl as she took in a deep breath suddenly feeling claustrophobic. Her soul felt numb with the absence of her dear grandfather. She felt dizzy and partly nauseous. She had shed her tears and her eyes were dry from crying so much, over the past couple of days. Her nostrils felt irritated from blowing so many tissues. Her mom gave her hand a gentle squeeze and a sad smile before letting her go. She noted the two strangers that were approaching to pay their condolences.

Distraught she didn't bother in engaging with them or even checking out their improper attire. From the looks of it they were probably military from the Fire Nation mainland. She stepped out quickly suddenly feeling like she couldn't breath due to the stench of flowers, incense and burning candles. She in took a large gulp of fresh air when she reached the small garden outside the governing room. She sat on a stone bench that was placed before a small koi pond fountain and under a blossoming plum tree. Just a few days ago she had been sitting in this same bench with her grandfather. She had been holding onto his arm tightly, he had given her one of the plum blossom flowers, tucked it into her hair and was telling her stories about her late grandmother.

And now- he was gone.

She felt fat tears begin to swell in her eyes as her lungs felt heavy with woe. She had done enough crying. Death was part of life.

"Loss is part of life,"her grandfather had said to her sagely. "But nothing worth keeping is every truly lost."

Her tears certainly wouldn't bring him back. She sucked in a deep breath and sat up straight as an arrow, just as she had been taught her entire young life. Holding her head up with pride.

She didn't know how long she had been out here. Holding her breath, trying to hold it all together.

"The flower that blooms in adversity is the most beautiful and rare of all," a wise voice interrupted. Her ears had to be playing tricks on her.

It was her grandfather.

"W-What?" She turned bewildered.

Automatically a cascade of tears streamed down her unblinking amber eyes.

It wasn't.

She almost felt as if she had heard her grandfather. She wished it had been him. She sternly believed that those had been his words through a different voice. One that was unfamiliar to her. The man standing beside her was older. His hair was aged and gray and he was large. He seemed like a pleasant person carrying an air of peace and gentleness around him. The kind that his grandfather might've kept around for counsel or as a part of the governing cabinet. He was the one that had walked in late, with the boy with the scar on his face that had been glaring at her during the service.

"Blooming season can be powerful, glorious and intoxicating, but tragically short-lived," the man said wisely. "It is a visual reminder that our lives, too, are fleeting."

Who was this man that spoke in riddles with his wise tongue? Where had he come from?

"They also signify most important above all love." He reached down and with care picked up a lost flower. Lifting it up he offered it to her with kindness. Ceasing her crying the girl took the flower from the wise man.

"Thank you," she said quietly keeping her head lowered in respect.

"You must be Tsai, Sencha's granddaughter," it wasn't a question. He knew who she was. She nodded. The man lowered his head bowing before her. "I'm terribly sorry for your loss. Your grandfather was a good man, he was also one of my closest friends. Strange that he would pass on such a pleasant day," he commented raising up to view the clear sky above.

"My name is Iroh," he introduced himself. "I have come here with my nephew to pay my respects."

Tsai rose to her feet and bowed her head in equal respect. Of course she had heard of the famous General Iroh, the Dragon of the West. Afterall he had been first in line for the throne of Fire Lord just a couple of years ago.

"General," she acknowledged respectfully.

"There you are!" A woman of similar features to the girl approached the two. She wore a matching dark tunic and her hair was light brown and her eyes were a minty green.

"How embarrassing," she breathed. "I certainly hope Tsai wasn't bothering you with any nonsense General," her mother said as she wrapped her arms around her daughter's shoulders holding her close.

Being of Earth Kingdom decent Sanyu, her mother, had always been hyper conscious of her and her children's behavior. She couldn't afford for them to be shunned because of their Earth Kingdom heritage.

"Not at all," He smiled kindly. "And just Iroh, please."

"Has it-" Tsai turned asking her mother. She simply nodded. The body had been ignited in flames as it was customary in Fire Nation funerary tradition. Her expression twisted into a tormented one. "I really do apologize that you've come to visit us on such a somber occasion," her father stepped forward. It was the new Vice Royal Governor of Yu Dao. He had introduced himself as Azah. "It would truly be an honor if you could join us for lunch. It is not often that we receive such as esteemed guests. Specially royalty from the mainland."

"Uncle, send for the ship to undock. We don't have any more time to waste," a voice rudely spat into the conversation.

It was that rude boy who had been glaring at Tsai during the service. She eyed him warily as she approached her and her family in the plum-blossom garden. The governor's eyes narrowed at the royal's rude behaviors. Sanju seemed oblivious to this.

"Please excuse my nephew. We'd love to join you," Iroh nodded. "Tsai, have you introduced yourself to Prince Zuko?" Her mother spoke tensely slightly grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her towards the prince.

"Uncle-" The other protested.

"Zuko you're always talking about honor. We are going to stay and join our host the Vice Royal Governor and his lovely family for some tea and dinner." Iroh grinned cheekily as he grabbed his nephew's arms tightly and slightly shoved him forward towards the other teen.

Both were awkwardly pushed to face each other as their families observed the impromptu match-making meeting all with knowing eyes and discrete growing grins. Tsai's older brother Mecha snickered from the back, she wanted to turn and glare at him but was instead once again nudged forward by her mother who was glaring daggers at her and poking an invisible knife at her back.

Her grandfather had just died, could they cut the match-making and courtship some slack?

The prince stood half a head taller than her. Maybe he appeared to be taller because of the way he wore his dark hair, in a tall ponytail, most of his head was cleanly shaved off and Tsai realized that he hadn't been glaring at her. That's just the way his face was, it was stuck in a mean scowling mug with suspiciously narrowed eyes. However the most striking feature was half of his face, which was scarred by fire in an ugly branding on his skin. Of course she had heard stories and rumors about the banished prince. Most girls her age would giggle and say he was extremely handsome, other rumors said that he got his scar in a training accident. However, it seemed that his temper and infamous bad character were no myth.

"Tsai of Yu Dao," She bowed down her head lightly bangs slightly falling forward as she did. "It is an honor your highness."

xxxx

AN: Woooooooooo, this Avatar Netflix revival is doing things to me. I think I LOVE Zuko more than I did when I was watching the series as a child. I'm super excited to see where this story goes. I'm almost done writing it at chapter 30 and I've grown super attached to these two characters.

Let me know what you guys think and send me some love!

Best,

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freefallingup13 · 3 years

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New Toy

hoo boy I was supposed to write some fluff and itched too much to write this instead here we go again

I might make a whump blog just for this fic lol idk

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Summary: Jaren, the leader of a wild, warmongering vampire coven, likes to keep a few werewolves as attack dogs. Some of the werewolves the coven keeps - like his favorite “Puppy” Toni - are his personal pets.

CW: This is a pet whump/slavery fic, if I continue to post more of this story there will be dubcon. This piece in particular, though, only has dehumanization, whipping, dubcon kissing, blood (and lots of it), Whumpee is a girl and the Whumper is called “Master”. Please let me know if I need to add more tags, this one is pretty brutal!

She flinched with every new cry that pierced the air, resisting the urge to cover her ears. Master was okay with her looking away - he was never okay with her not listening.

“Please!” the girl was screaming. “Please, stop, please, I’ll bleed out, I won’t- AAH!”

The crack of a whip cut her off. The sound filled the room, deafening Toni. She’d tried some nights to ignore it, to pretend she was anywhere else, but Master always found some way to pull her attention back. Always.

Jaren’s chest heaved as another scream ripped through the air, blood flecking against the wall. He lowered his whip, tilting his head to admire the sight in front of him.

A girl was chained there, her back riddled with wounds. His doing. He loved the way her blood dripped down over her skin, how he was getting closer and closer to painting her back entirely red. She was hanging limply from the shackles on the wall, barely strong enough to grip the chains. He had her kneeling, just as a bit of a challenge, make her a smaller target. Not that it mattered.

“Please, please,” the girl was begging. Music to his ears. “Please, I’ll bleed out, please-”

“Oh, you could stand to lose a lot more before I’m done with you, baby,” Jaren chuckled, tossing the whip aside. It fell to the ground with an almost wet slap - he’d gone and dug his fingers into her wounds several times, smeared her own blood against her back, peppered her shoulders with kisses. He revelled in it. “Trust me, you’ll last a while.”

The girl fell into wordless sobs, falling limp and letting go of the chains. Good. All she could do was hope for death, now that he had a hold of her. He wondered how long he could take with this one before he was finally done with her.

“Hey, Pup!” He suddenly turned around, facing his bed, tucked into the corner of the L-shaped room. The small shape in his bed flinched before sitting up, trembling as she met his gaze. “You better be listening to all of this.”

Toni nodded vigorously. “Y-Yes, Master,” she said, just before making the mistake of looking at the girl on the wall. He could hear her breath catch in her throat, saw her throat clench. She carefully lowered herself back down into the blankets, curling her tail around herself once more.

“Good,” he laughed, grabbing the bucket of salt on the table next to him. He cast it over the girl, who screamed with renewed pain, just as she’d gotten used to the marks. “Good girl, Puppy.”

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This one was surprisingly strong, despite her protests. He suspected she had some sort of supernatural blood running in her veins, to be able to bleed so, so much and still cry so hard. He had the guards take her away, having taken his fill of blood already. They dragged her along the floor - she was unable to walk, from the way he’d cut the skin of her legs. When the door slammed, everything felt so stiflingly quiet. The stench of blood hung heavy in the air, and he knew his Puppy would be even more overwhelmed by the smell.

Perfect.

He never bothered to clean off. He took a second to look over his arms, admiring the way the lifeblood on his skin glinted in the moonlight from the window. Satisfied, he started sauntering to the bed.

“How was that tonight, Puppy?” he asked as he pulled one knee up to the mattress. A wicked smile showed off his fangs as she looked up at him like the scared dog she was, keeping her head low to avoid punishment.

It wasn’t often he got to see her like this, but it was his favorite part of getting a new toy. He loved the look in her eyes when she saw him, arms, torso, chin, covered in blood. Loved the way she shrank away from him when he crawled onto the bed, trying to press against the blankets for comfort. He loved the way she stiffened up when he crawled on top of her, holding himself over her with his hands and knees. Blood on the sheets was so common to him at this point - he wondered if she was used to it, yet.

He grinned as he saw the tears rimming her eyes. Definitely not.

His bloodied hands weaved through her hair as he leaned down, kissing her jaw. “Come on, Puppy,” he whispered. “I love it when you cry.”

She could feel it on his lips, how warm the blood was, how it felt so thick and sticky on her skin. Whimpering, she squirmed to pull her arms up to her chest, shutting her eyes tightly.

“Good.” He sighed happily, taking a long, slow lick up the side of her face to taste the tear on her cheek. “Good girl,” he muttered as he moved to her neck, beginning to kiss her there. “That’s a good girl.”

Toni could only keep her eyes shut, keep herself covered until he moved her arms and legs away. There was nothing else she could do.

She would never say it to him out loud, but she always hated when he brought home a new toy.

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unstoppableforcce · 4 years

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higher prices

CHAPTER FOUR: yellow dress

pairing: bounty hunter Poe Dameron x reader

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a/n: a little mini part that didn’t end up being that mini but I got so soft for them and oof ok I didn’t do as many read throughs as I normally do so I hope it’s okay :)))

The yellow dress was his favorite.

He didn’t know if it was because you always looked so happy when you were wearing it or if it was just because it was such a beautiful color in you, but it was his favorite by far. And when you came down the stairs that morning, shining like the radiant princess you were, he thought it was going to be a good day, he thought it had to be.

Looking at you now, collapsed behind the makeshift barricade he managed to set up at the doors to the cantina while you tended to the slashes that marred your legs, he wished it didn’t happen the way that it did. He wished that day was as good as it should have been...

Maybe he wouldn’t be getting you killed by the first order if that were the case.

As he knelt down next to you, his hand twitched, the memory of the way your hand felt in his as he walked along side you through the tropical heat coursing through him.

He hadn’t felt another hand in years, he kept his gloves on specifically to avoid it.

He knew it would never feel the way he wanted it to unless it was you, and he had decided that day, when he left you in tears, each one rolling off your cheeks and staining the breast of your perfect yellow dress, that he would never feel it again. And for years, he thought that was the right call.

Distancing himself from his work, from everyone in his life... he thought that was the only way to do it, to survive in this monstrous galaxy.

But his hand twitched.

It twitched, wanting to reach out, wanting to feel you again.

Did he deserve it? After everything he had done, after all the blood that riddled his hands, after leaving you that day...

Well, would he prefer to die without feeling it again...

BB-H8 came rolling in, confirming that the back exits and windows were secure and that they had maybe five minutes left until the forces were at the door.

“Five minutes.” He repeated to you with a sigh as he collapsed beside you, finally getting you to look up from where you tied the next bandage around your calf.

He still loved you, if he was being honest, he always had, he always would.

His fingers trembled as he reached for the glove on his opposite hand, beginning to wiggle its way off his hand, revealing skin, marred by scars over nearly every inch of it. There were a lot of things he couldn’t remember, a lot of things he blocked out, but he could never forget the last time he felt something nice, the last time he held you and the beautiful yellow dress.

And as he reached out towards you, he wondered if he deserved to know it again.

He didn’t mind dying, but he couldn’t stand the idea of you dying alongside him.

He just couldn’t stand it.

“I think I love you...”

There were birds cawing over head as you slipped out of your shoes nearly made you miss the words as they fell from his lips, but as he turned back to you, already out of his shoes and standing in the sand, he easily repeated it.

“I think I love you...”

The yellow dress was nothing compared to the brightness of your smile. “You think?”

“No, I guess I know that I do.”

You launched into his arms, stumbling him back into the sand, pressing your lips to his for maybe the hundredth time, but making it feel like the first time all over again. His scarless, bloodless hands grabbed your skin, your dress, every inch of you, to hold you close.

“Is this you saying the same—“

“Yes, Poe, I love you.”

Why did he have to go wandering where he wasn’t supposed to be?

He had just been so eager to find you after the guards stole you away, all he wanted was to watch the sunset with you and it was getting pretty close to the horizon now, the sky going pinker and pinker and he had to find you. He wanted to find you...

“I always thought that you had told him...” he heard you say through the towering palace door.

He didn’t know you were talking about him, he didn’t know what was happening inside, he thought it was just a meeting and he didn’t want to interrupt so he lingered.

When he heard Leia’s voice respond, he knew something was wrong.

He knew the two of you were talking about him.

“I didn’t know how, he was just a boy.” Leia sighed, “no boy deserves to hear his parents killed themselves.”

Leia said it was a casualty of war. He was eight years old. He didn’t understand, and he just couldn’t breathe.

“You say they killed themselves for the rebellion, for something bigger—“

You knew. You knew...

“He doesn’t need to know—“

That was when he ran. He didn’t mean to knock over the plant beside him, he wished he hadn’t, then you wouldn’t have followed, you would have just let him leave and it wouldn’t have had to break his heart to run from you and that yellow dress.

How could you know and never tell him, how could Leia, how could anyone...

He got the full story a couple years later, after he made the new Dameron name for himself as a bounty hunter. Leia hired him and he finally asked why...

Kes and Shara had been pinned down, in a cantina actually, not too unlike this one, with information that would end the war and they couldn’t let the empire get their hands on it. But as the only two people in the whole galaxy who had ever read it, after they destroyed the disk, they had to make sure it couldn’t be tortured out of them.

It was for the rebellion, Leia urged, like it made a difference.

He couldn’t fight for the resistance, he couldn’t fight with her or with you, he couldn’t support the thing that killed his parents, he couldn’t.

He couldn’t knowingly fight for a better world when there wasn’t one out there. The empire, the first order, what was the difference... there was no winning.

There were no more yellow dresses or smiles, there were scars and surviving.

Or at least that’s what he told himself to keep himself alive all these years.

But with death on the other side of the door and moving in fast, he wasn’t entirely convinced he even believed himself anymore.

And when you took his hand in yours for the first time since he ran away from you and the truth...

All he could see was you in that yellow dress, that smile, the beautiful skin under the sunlight, toes in the sand. He was a kid again when he felt your touch, he wasn’t this battle hardened bounty hunter with no first name and no sense of morality. And you weren’t the resistance spy who lost everything when the first order destroyed your planet, you were a princess in a yellow dress, splashing water in his face and telling him you loved him too.

“I can’t let you die here...”

You squeezed his hand, drawing him closer whether you meant to or not. “Poe, this isn’t your fault...”

“Doesn’t really matter now, does it?” He tried to smirk, but it fell on his face the second his eyes landed on yours again. “I can’t let you die here.”

You pulled your hand back, just to adjust where you sat, your leg bandages tightly holding your legs but the one on your shoulder falling as you turned to sit closer to him. Then your hand was back in his and he swore he would never let it go.

“I wanted to tell you.” The words burst out of you, seeming to use up all the strength you had left. “About your parents, when Leia told me that you didn’t know, I wanted to tell you.”

It had been so many years and it took coming to your deaths for the two of you to finally speak.

He didn’t care though, he’d wait a lifetime for you.

“But you ran away from me, from us, and the next time I saw you... you had become this façade of yourself and bounty hunter Dameron wasn’t the man I fell in love with. So I was mean, and sarcastic and stubborn because you were too, and I guess we both just got so good at it that we forgot what we used to be.” You continued, gripping his hand tighter and moving your other hand to the side of his face.

“I—“

“I didn’t want to be the princess and you didn’t want to be Poe, it’s not your fault and it’s not mine. We were both hurt and young and...”

For deathbed confessions, it nearly sounded like you had practiced.

And maybe you had. Maybe you spent every waking minute of every day that you didn’t spend on helping the resistance practicing what you’d say if you ever got the man you loved back. You could never have dinner in the palace with your family, or sit in the cove and watch the sunset, all of that taken away when first order destroyed your home. But you dreamed that one day you could have him back. Maybe that was why it always hurt to see him.

Maybe that was why you were holding him so tight now.

“But I’ve missed you.” You finally admitted, “and I don’t want to die here but I’m not an idiot either.”

“I’m going to get you out.” He fought but you just shook your head, a stray tear fighting down your face.

“Poe, I can’t be alive when they get here.”

You knew too much. You were Leia’s second in command, you knew everything there was to know about the resistance and you knew everything the first order wanted to know. That was why the bounty was so high. But what you were saying, what you were implying...

It brought him back to the palace, stood outside your meeting with Leia, hearing how his parents did the exact same thing.

The list of people he’s loved in life isn’t long, even shorter if don’t consider those that are dead, and he wasn’t making that list any shorter today or any day, he couldn’t lose you.

“You can get out of here, Poe—“

He shook his head, reaching up to hold your hand at his face and squeeze your other until his scarred knuckles went white. “I’m not letting you die.”

“The first order doesn’t know that you’re working with the resistance, you can kill me and get the bounty and they’ll spare you—“

“Are you out of your mind?” He shouted while you gingerly strokes a tear from his cheek, “that’s not going to happen.”

“Poe—“ you pleaded but he couldn’t hear it anymore.

“No. I’m going to get you out of here.”

“I can’t be alive when they get here, Poe, please, you know—“

“I came here to save you and that’s what I have to do—“

You reached up into his curls and pulled his face down to yours, smothering his lips with yours before he had a chance to finish his sentence.

He didn’t feel like it was your first kiss again, he felt the weight of everything between the two of you pushing the both of you together, holding you in close as he pressed his lips to yours. And as your tears mixed on your cheeks, he felt his heart breaking over and over again, the yellow fabric melting away into the bloodied pants and cut up shirt you wore.

The princess he loved wasn’t gone, nor was the boy you loved.

The two of you had grown into who you were now, but the spark was still there, the burn in his chest that made even this icy tundra feel like Mustafar was still there.

There was no more yellow dress, there was just you.

And he had to get you out of there.

“I’m not letting you die.” He repeated, his lips ghosting over yours as his hand found the back of your neck to keep you close, “I can’t.”

“You may not have a choice.”

“I think, for the first time in a long time, I do...”

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#star wars #star wars imagine #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #poe dameron imagine #bounty hunter!poe au #bounty hunter poe #higher prices

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meowdymista · 4 years

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Van der Driscoll Pt 3

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Part 2 & Masterlist

Part 4

Word count: 1890

Warnings: threat of domestic violence

Now on AO3 with added soft Morgan loving

The two of you ride in silence. The wagon wheels keep rolling. The pit in your stomach rolls along with them. Which is it going to be, gentlemen? Black or red?

He hasn’t bothered binding your wrists today. You can’t pretend like there’s any possibility of you attempting to escape; an anchor of lethargy has long since made its home in your chest.

The landscape begins to change rapidly as you descend into Lemoyne. The air thickens, choking you, the cries of seagulls filling your ears.

He hasn’t confided his intentions to you yet, but the ride is slow and heavy on both of your shoulders. Saint Denis or Van Horn - both were known for their ports.

"She can't go free. Not with the Pinkertons after us."

"I know. Don’t I goddamn know it...”

The bridge welcomes you with false joy. Fumes pollute the sky, horses clop over cobblestones, beggars call out for pennies from the sidewalks. You look on morosely as he steps off the carriage to speak with the mail man behind the counter. He checks a pocket watch you didn’t know he had and nods, thanking him before rejoining you.

Your lips are sewn shut, even as he rides the cart up to a saloon a couple of streets over. He helps you down, leading you inside wordlessly, paying for a room and a bath for you both. On autopilot, you follow the bath girl to the steaming water, Arthur’s assurances inaudible over your thoughts.

She tries and fails to make conversation with you. You’ve never hired help for a bath - you enjoy the rare splash of solitude too much, especially in the soft steam of hot water. You start to wonder when you last bathed as she scrubs soap into your hair. Usually your wounds aren’t fresh enough to sting.

She guides you to the room Arthur has rented. The bed looks sublimely soft. Even the evening sun gleaming through the windows is gentle and welcoming. You strip to your underclothes and crawl under the duvet, groaning as you fall asleep.

****

You wake up, surprised to find the bed empty. Turning your head, you spot Arthur in a chair, sketching in the leather bound journal you’ve found him writing in on more than one occasion.

He sets the book aside and walks up to the bed hesitantly. You move back, inviting him to sit. After all, his money has paid for this.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. About all of this.”

You shake your head sleepily. “It’s my fault. When I heard the boys had caught a Van der Linde, I let curiosity get the better of me. I wasn’t supposed to be there, I just wanted to see the face of… of one of her murderers.”

You hum as fingers trace your face and neck. “Well, I’m still sorry for everything that happened after.”

You turn your head to kiss his palm, dismissing the hitch in his breathing. “At least it was with you.”

“Because being tied up is preferable in my company?”

“Something like that,” you laugh, smirking into your pillow. His hands lowers hesitantly to your shoulders. You shrug the duvet down, extending his reach. Hearing the bed move, you open your eyes finding his face next to you. Before you can change your mind, you press your lips against his with determination.

His grip tightens as you deepen the kiss, breaking away to kiss his neck as you tug on the buttons of his shirt. He shifts his weight to make it easier for you to push it off him before climbing carefully between your now exposed legs.

Your heart flutters as he kisses the crook of your neck, fingers still tracing your body as though committing them to memory. His boots clatter to the floor, his belt clinking as you tug on his trousers, eager to release him.

“You don’t have to do this,” he says suddenly, his lids heavy as he searches your face. “We didn’t know then-”

“We know now,” you counter, your chest heaving with anticipation. “Do you still want to..?”

“It ain’t about what I want.”

“Then take me, cowboy,” you whisper into his mouth. “Anything, as long as we’re together.”

****

You groan. Something doesn’t feel right. You can feel heartburn building it’s way up into your throat and your stomach is twisting up a storm. A clatter of spurs across floorboards make you sit up.

“O’Driscolls. Downstairs.” Arthur is pulling his trousers up, slipping his arms into the suspenders as he peers down into the street. “We need to leave.”

“They ain’t gonna recognise me,” you mumble, sitting up. What is wrong with you? “I’ve passed them in the street before now and they have never said anything.”

“I’d rather not take the chance.” He gathers your clothes, throwing them at you as you dress slowly. “We overslept anyway. We were supposed to be at the docks for eight.”

“The docks?” Arthur takes over dressing you as you slow to a halt. “Arthur, where are we going?”

His lips press together as he hooks the back of a new dress he had brought from the tailors. Suddenly you’re feeling even more sick than you did before.

You slip out without seeing any familiar faces. The O’Driscolls Arthur saw must have only been passing through. He’s clearly nervous as he rides you both down to the docks, touching your hand, squeezing it, then letting it go before holding it again. You can’t think about what’s happening - your entire focus is spent on not throwing up.

A large ship is waiting to sail. Arthur helps you down, guiding you over to a young gentleman by boarding.

“We ain’t too late, are we?”

“No, sir! Thirty minutes til we set sail!”

“Great.” He pulls out a wad of cash. “A feller down by the stagecoach said you still had space?”

“For yourself, sir?”

You force yourself to take deep breaths. The ringing in your ears, the hot flush and cold sweats - you force yourself to swallow, trying to overcome the knot of nausea.

“For the lady.” Arthur is surprised when he turns to find you leaning against the railings. “Y/N, y’alright?”

“Do you have medical papers?”

He turns back to the man, his hand still on the small of your back. “What for?”

“If anyone is showing signs of ill health at or before the point of boarding, they cannot sail with us.”

"She’s fine. Her fiancé's waitin' on her."

"I'm sorry, sir, but it’s company policy. We can't allow anyone showing signs of ill health to board, especially if it’s contagious." Arthur scoffs loudly, but the boy is looking at you. Your curses are weak. "There's a doctor round the corner - if you're quick he might be able to help you."

"How much to get the lady onboard?" he asks, shuffling the money between his hands, shoving notes into the boy’s chest. "Fifty? A hundred?"

"Sir, I can't-"

"Two hundred?"

"Arthur, stop!" Your heart is ricocheting against your ribs. "Let's just… go to the doctor. Get a note like he said to say it ain't contagious and renegotiate."

Arthur gives the boy a dark look before shoving the money back into his bag. "Fine," he mutters darkly. "But you had better let us on!"

“As long as it ain’t contagious.” The boy wipes his brow in relief.

****

"Pregnant?"

You close your eyes as they leak down your cheeks.

"Yes, sir." He washes his hands in the small basin. "Newly so, but the fetus seems to be a strong one. Congratulations."

"Did you-?" Both of you look to Arthur who is squeezing the bridge of his nose so tightly his fingertips are white. "You do this on purpose, Y/N?"

"The mother doesn’t get much of a choice in all this-"

"Was I talkin' to you?" he snaps, eyes blazing. "Y/N?"

"Of course not, Arthur!"

"You playing me for a fool?"

Your stomach sinks. This was something else. This was the face of a murderer. "Arthur…"

"How much to get rid of it?" he demands, startling the doctor.

"I beg your p-"

"How much to get rid of it?"

"I don’t do that business here-"

Arthur whips out a pistol and points it at your stomach. "How much to deal with a gunshot wound, then?"

Blood drains from your face as you stare down the barrel of the gun, the doctor stammering wildly.

"I understand this may come as a bit of a shock-"

"A bit of a shock?" He pulls back the hammer, still glaring with white hot fury. "She needs to be boarding a ship now!"

“Arthur.” Your voice is barely a whisper.

“There’s nothing stopping a woman sailing whilst pregnant!”

“And when she gets to the other side with a baby?” he growls, eyes wild. “A baby and no family to support her? Then what?”

“Are you not travelling with her?”

“Arthur,” you choke.

His hand falters, but his glare remains steady. “Y/N.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“You have to - it’s too dangerous for you here.”

“I’m staying.”

The pistol lowers as his face crumples with indecision. “You can’t. Colm, the Pinkertons…”

“Then come with me!” He drops the pistol on the table, pulling his hair as he walks away to the window. “Leave Dutch - we already have a head start! If you want to leave America, we can do it together-”

“I can’t, Y/N. It ain’t that easy.”

“I swear on my life, I won’t breathe a word to anyone about anything. I’m not going to chase you to be a father, I’ll do it alone!”

“Do you really think I don’t want this baby?” His voice cracks. “We can’t keep it, Y/N. What life can it have with parents like us?”

“I’ll give it a life! I- I’ll go straight. I’ll settle down. It’s not like I can go running back to the O’Driscolls, especially now.”

He shakes his head. “I can’t let you do that.” “Why not? You can tell Dutch whatever you want. Just leave me here and pretend we never happened-”

“It ain’t being a father I’m worried about! Y/N, I-” He slumps against the wall, staring into space, his brow riddled with worry. “I’ve done it before. My son… he lived with his Ma and I would visit when I could, gave them money so they had enough to eat, I loved them both and… they died. Killed for ten dollars.” He meets your gaze, begging. “We ain’t made for anythin’ good, Y/N. We do bad things and we get it back tenfold. If you and the baby- if anything happened-”

A bowl appears in front of your face just as your stomach turns. When you’ve finished, Arthur’s handkerchief is there to wipe away the tears and bile. You lean back, panting, eyes closed.

“I’m going to step outside,” the doctor announces as Arthur pushes back your hair, kissing your crown apologetically. “And I’m taking the pistol, sir. You can have it back when you leave.”

Arthur ignores him, crouching beside you to kiss your knuckles gently.

“Please,” you murmur. “Please don’t take the baby.”

“I won’t,” he promises. “I can’t leave America. I have nowhere else to go!”

He hushes you, peppering your face and temples with kisses. “We’ll work it out. I promise.”

#rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 fic #red dead fic #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur x female reader #Arthur Morgan x Female Reader #Arthur Morgan x Reader #Arthur Morgan x O'Driscoll #MeowdyMista

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Eisuke - Material girl [Smut]

You were furious, Eisuke had ignored you all night to be talking to a table full of women, just to prove a point that he could make you jealous. He barely seemed interested in their conversations, ensuring to catch your eye from time to time smirking at you. Your blood was boiling, this all happened because a (rather handsome) gentleman had offered to buy you a drink when you were standing at the bar alone. Eisuke was rather rude to him, appearing from behind you wrapping a arm tightly around you. This was an occurring thing with Eisuke, he didn’t like anyone talking or touching what was his and would normally end up taking you back to the penthouse to punish you. But today was different, instead he left you at a table with other bidders and made his way to the women who were attempting to drape themselves over him. You had never asked for another man's attention, you only wanted his but this level of jealousy was ridiculous.

“Come on princess, for you,” Baba said, sliding a drink over to you. The other bidders were also kind to you and caring, you knew Eisuke hated how close you was with them all. You threw back the drink before taking Mamoru’s beer, he was half asleep in his chair anyway.

“Someone’s not in a good mood,” Soryu said, clearly unimpressed with your actions. You respond with a glare, although he was a mafia boss, he didn’t scare you at all. That was partly because you had grown to see his softer side.

“Look at him, he’s such a smug prick, I didn’t even do anything!” You mumbled, before pressing yourself up from your chair.

“Where are you off Koro?” Ota said, his eyes following you.

“If it’s games he wants to play, it’s game’s he’s going to get,” You growled, picking up the bottle of champagne off the table and sneaking out of the busy room. You looked at your phone, it was almost 10 o’clock, you knew at 10 the bar turned on karaoke. You drank from the bottle as the elevator carried you up to the penthouse. You was unsure if it was your anger or the drink but an idea came into your head. Since Eisuke was more interested in entertaining other women, you could have more fun entertaining the others in the bar. You ran into your room, stripping off your clothes before putting on your favourite little red dress. Its neck plunged down, boosting the appearance of your already impressive rack before clinging to your curves and ass before stopping halfway down between your thighs and knees. Fuck it, lets put on a show.

You arrived back in the bar and you felt all eyes on you as you walked in. Eisuke was still with the women, you could tell he was bored, good serves him right. He had been looking for you, scowling when he saw you was gone from the table as he looked at Soryu who shrugged his shoulders signalling he didn’t know where you had gone. He was just about to pull himself from the tedious conversation when he saw you, in that dress, the dress you knew drove him wild coming strutting in.

“Shit,” He muttered under his breath unable to take his eyes off you and he felt his blood rush down to manhood.

You looked around and saw him, his eyes lustfully staring at you but instead of doing anything you simple ignored him and sat with the other bidders.

“Bloody hell princess,” Baba whistled to you, eyeing you up and down.

“Thank you, look there's an angle to this, I need your help,” You whisper, leaning down over the table, your ass sticking out slightly in Eisukes direction. You told them your plan, Baba and Ota in howls of laughter waking up Mamoru who flushed looked at you.

“Christ kid, you really are a woman,” He mutters in shock as you playfully slap him on his shoulder.

“So will you help?” You pleaded with puppy eyes to the men who sighed and agreed. The five of you removed yourself from the table and made your way across the room where the microphone had been set up, no-one daring to partake.

“They have it princess, you ready?” Baba says, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as you give him a nod.

The murmuring of conversation stopped as you walked up the stairs, everyone in the room was watching you including Eisuke who looked slightly gobsmacked at seeing you standing there. He growled as he heard whistles fly through the gathering crowd, wanting to end anyone who was looking at what was his.

The music began and you grabbed the mike, you had selected ‘Material Girl’ by Madonna.

You made your way through the first verus before getting to the line, ‘Cause the boy with the cold hard cash. Is always Mister Right’ throwing a wink in Eisukes general direction. You were met with cheers as you sang the chorus, running your hands up your body and pushing them through your hair. You grabbed the mike as Baba came onto the stage holding his hand to you leading you down the stage, stil making your way through the song. You knew Eisuke was watching you and your every movement. On the break you turn to face Baba, leaning in almost to kiss him before taking his fedora and pushing it against his face. Your actions met with whistles as you made your way through the front of the crowd, until you came across Mitsunari. You grabbed him sharply by tie, pulling him close and his hands found their way to your waist before you slapped them away sharply letting his tie go and hefell to the floor. Eisuke was seeing red. Soryu was next to him and held his arm out, you linked your arm through his as he escorted you back to the stage, you threw your head over your shoulder, making direct eye contact with Eisuke as you sang ‘'Cause everybody's living in a material world. And I am a material girl’. You finished the song as you went back to the middle of the stage, floods of applause and wolf-whistles met your ears.

You giggled slightly, feeling a little giddy before you walked back down the stairs and made your way through the crowd. You had looked to see where Eisuke had previously been but he wasn’t there. Too busy looking, you bumped into someone and you instantly recognised the cologne, it was Eisuke, towering over you, a darkness in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, he grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulder making his way out of the room before getting in the elevator, refusing to say a word or put you down.

“Eisuke!” You squealed once you was alone in the elevator. He flipped you and pushed you against the wall, his body flushed against yours.

“Did you enjoy that, all them men looking at you, touching you!” He growled, his eyes riddled with jealousy.

“You're one to talk! You ignored me all night for those women!” You protested but cried out as his lips took to your neck placing bites all down it.

“That was to teach you a lesson but clearly you didn’t get it!” He snarled, nipping the spot on your neck that made your back arch.

“Punish me then sir,” You purred against his ear, knowing it was going to happen either way but you loved it. When he was jealous he slam into you, rougher than normal and you loved it.

He gripped your waist tight ensuring bruises would be left.

“That damn thief and detective touching what is mine, almost kissing what only I can kiss,” He growled against your skin as he licked up your neck, making you shiver.

“Baba and Momoru were only playing,” You moaned, as he hit sharply under your jaw.

“Next time you pull a stunt like that, I’ll take you right there and then. I’m going to fuck you so hard, the only name you will ever remember is mine,” He hissed before flipping you, pressing your chest against the mirrored elevator before pressing his hand against your already soaked panties. He gave that animalistic growl he only did when he was jealous, before pushing your panties aside and vigorously rubbing your clit. Your back arched at the feeling, your hands desperately finding to grab. You met his lust filled gaze in the mirror before he sinks a finger into you, quickly followed by another. Your hips bucked and grinded against his hand, he tugged your hair back to ensure you kept your eyes focused on him in the mirror as his hand effortlessly pumped in and out you. You almost cried at the feeling of his fingers curling inside you.

“Oh fuck Eisuke!” You whimpered, feeling your wetness spreading over his fingers and your thighs.

“That’s it, who do you belong too,” His voice laced with lust, as he curled his fingers again, hitting your sweet spot.

“Oh- oh- oh! You, only you Eisuke,” You managed, feeling your walls begin to tighten around his fingers. Just as you was about to hit your orgasm, he removed his fingers and sucked on them, just at the elevator came to stop. You almost cried at the build up and loss, your body panting heavily.

“You want that release, you have a lot of making up to do,” He smirked before stepping out into the penthouse. Your face was flustered and it took you a moment before you followed him. He sat cross legged on his favourite arm chair, his eyes fixed on you. How could a man hold such a gaze over you.

Deciding to get your own back, you kneeled in front of him and parted his legs. You palmed him over his trousers, he was already fully erect. You undid his belt and pulled his trousers and boxers around his ankles, his member standing freely in front of your eyes. He looked down at you, his eyes glazed with lust with that smirk on his face.

You leaned down and licked his tip before the rest of him before taking him into your mouth. He was too big to take fully so your hand worked the base pumping him into time your mouth. He threw his head back and bucked his hips, the sensation of your mouth around him was bliss. His hands gripped the sides of the chair, as you continued to take him, ever so lightly running your teeth over his vein when you brought your head up, something you knew he loved. You removed you hand before taking him fully, your eyes watering as he hit the back of your throat, him crying out your name. Determined to get your own back, you hummed ever so softly, the vibration making him throb in your mouth and as he was about to cum, you removed him with a pop coming from your lips. You looked up and met his gaze with a smirk, his heavily panting and flustered face that you had got him on the edge of insanity.

“You want that release, you have some making up to you,” You mocked his words back to him from earlier. You stood up and turned around, knowing the game was on but you didn’t expect what happened next.

A deep, predatory growl left from his throat and snatched you into his arms, pushing you into the sofa in front of you. He brought your waist up and grabbed your panties, ripping them off your body and slamming into you. He began to thrust into you at inhuman speed, leaving no time to adjust, one hand squeezing your ass, the other holding your still clothed hip tightly. You cried out, arching your back to the point you thought it would snap pushing your ass up more against him. His thrusts caused his balls to slap against you and the pleasure was becoming to much. Your hand desperately clung to the sofa as your vision was going white, tears beginning to fall from your eyes.

“Eisuke! I! I! I!” Was all you could managed before your body shook violently, your walls clenching tightly a round his cock causing him to hiss. The coil in your stomach snapped and you orgasmed around him as he repeatedly thrusted against you g-spot. He growled your name one final time before releasing his hot seed into you and finally slowing his thrusts down and collapsing on your back. The pair of you stayed there for a moment panting, before he removed himself and you felt both of your hot essences running down your thighs.

He stood up and he gently pulled you up and held you in his arms, your legs shaking and unable to stand up alone.

“Shit, I’m sorry was I too rough, you should have stopped me,” He said noticing the tears and quickly wiped them away with his thumbs.

“God no, it was that good,” You panted before leaning up and kissing him. He gave a slight smirk at your comment.

“You still have more punishment to come you know,” He said against your lips.

“If I get punishment like this every time your jealous, I’m going to try make you jealous everyday,” You replied before biting his bottom lip, hearing that growl once again. He threw you over his shoulder before slapping your ass and making his way to your shared bedroom.

“Don’t think I won’t be holding back or taking it easy on you from now on,” He said, before throwing you onto the bed.

Your long passionate session carried on deep into the morning before your legs were shaking uncontrollably, unable to take anymore. You awoke in the morning with his pair of strong arms around you and nuzzled against his chest, placing soft kisses.

“Good morning,” He mumbled against your hair.

“Good morning,” You replied cheerfully, looking up at him and pressing a kiss to his lips. He chuckled slightly, pulling you tighter into him.

“What’s got you so happy,” He asks.

“Just seeing how jealous you got yesterday, it shows me how you care,” You say with glee. You squealed slightly as he rolled you onto your back, pressing himself over you.

“You know you have the voice of an angel, I never want anyone else to hear it,” He mumbles against your skin.

“Perfect song choice aswell,” He adds. You chuckle slightly.

“I hope you know they were just lyrics for your attention and nothing more,” You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Pft, if you really was a material girl, you’d be long gone by now, but don’t get any ideas, I’m never letting you leave my side again,” He whispers as he presses a kiss to your earlobe.

“Eisuke!” You cried and he stopped.

“I love you,” You said, running a hand over his face.

“I love you too,” He said softly, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

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cloudywriter · 4 years

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the best things are unexpected - 2

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A/N: i realize i wrote part 1 over a year ago and said i would happily write a part 2. to be fair, i never said when i would get around to it... anyway, enjoy this little follow up! maybe i’ll write a few more.

Part 1

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Will was pacing back and forth outside of the doors of the infirmary.

He knew Tessa didn’t like being in the infirmary but in the frenzy of everything it was the place his instincts took him. Charlotte was sitting near him, perched in a wooden chair in the hallway.

“Sit down Will, wearing a hole in the carpet won’t do any good,” Charlotte insisted. Will took a deep breath. “We’ve called the Silent Brothers, she will be alright,” Charlotte put a hand on his shoulder, attempting to comfort him but he only stared off into space, deep in thought. Charlotte sighed.

The doors of the infirmary opened with a creak, Brother Enoch floated into the hallway soundlessly. Both Will and Charlotte stared at him anticipating his hollow voice to fill their minds any second. She is awake, you may see her now.

The feeling of relief washed over Will as he dashed to Tessa’s side. He took her hand into his, kissed it, and looked up at her. Will was surprised to find Tessa looked, almost, pleased? She squeezed Will’s hand and smiled. “Is everything alright?” He asked her, still gripping her hand. “Yes, everything is just fine,” Tessa assured her husband. Will pressed his lips together and stroked her thumb softly. “I was so worried Tess… What happened?”

“I’m just a little ill Will, it’ll be alright.” Tessa said, attempting to ease the man that hovered over her.

Of course she wanted to tell him about the baby so badly. However, she wanted it to feel like the right time, to be special and meaningful, not in a bare, sterile space amongst a sea of cots. Tessa decided she would wait until she felt that special moment click into place.

She wasn’t worried whether Will would be upset or not. She knew better than that. He’d be over the moon and would probably race through the streets of London telling every passerby that he was going to be a father. Tessa saw the way he admired everyone else’s children, she knew he longed for a little pack of Herondales wandering around. It was hard to hold in how ecstatic she was that she could actually give him that.

“Why are you smiling?” Will inquired, pulling a chair up to sit beside her bed. Tessa hadn’t realized that her lips had turned upwards as she let her mind wonder. She pulled Will down into the bed with her and snuggled her face into the crook of his neck, but didn’t answer the question that hung in the air. Instead, Tessa shut her eyes and let sleep engulf her.

***

Will laid next to Tessa awhile. He loved the feeling of her being cuddled up next to him, it conveyed a sense of completeness, but he had to get up and make sure everyone else was alright. He walked out of the infirmary and down the hall when a little patter of feet came up from him.

A small figure jumped up on him, “Uncle Will!” A young Charles Fairchild, Charlotte and Henry’s son, was hanging onto Will’s back. Will laughed and continued down the hall giving Charles a piggy back ride. “Where is everyone?” Will asked the little boy who shrugged, “the library, maybe.” Will nodded and headed into the library.

Indeed, the group was gathered around the library’s fireplace. Will deposited Charles onto the couch and sat down next to him. “Is Tessa alright?” Henry asked Will. Will nodded, “she claims she was just ill.” Charlotte shook her head, “I shouldn’t have let her go.” Henry patted his wife’s shoulder, “it’s not your fault Lottie, she is alright.”

***

Sophie and Tessa were sitting together sipping tea in Tessa and Will’s bedroom after Tessa had left the infirmary.

“So?” Sophie asked Tessa, raising an eyebrow.

Tessa rolled her eyes and put down her tea. “Yes Sophie, you were right,” she finally admitted. Sophie clapped her hands together rapidly and squealed, “oh, Tessa I am so happy for you! What did Will say?”

“I haven’t told him yet,” Tessa confessed. “Why not? He will be elated.” Tessa shrugged, “I just want it to be the right time I suppose.”

“Well that right time better be soon or Will will be upset if he finds out you didn’t tell him straight away,” Sophie stated drinking her tea. Tessa nodded in agreement.

“It’ll be soon, I promise.”

***

Tessa wandered through the institute corridors with a silk, white dressing gown wrapped tightly around her. She had been walking aimlessly through the halls seeking her husband. She checked his normal haunts first - the library, Jem’s old bedroom, and the attic - but to no avail. Finally, she stood outside the tall double doors that would open into the training room, if Will wasn’t here she would have to go searching through the taverns of London.

Tessa pressed her hand against the cool, splintering wood and pushed. The door creaked ajar and to her relief Will was positioned in the middle of the room. The room was dim but beams of moonlight came in through the windows illuminating him. He stood shirtless and glimmering with sweat, gripping a throwing knife in his calloused hand. Will turned to face Tessa and pushed his disheveled dark hair away from his face.

“You should be resting.” Will advised. Tessa rolled her eyes. “I feel rested, William,” she reassured him. Will smirked at the sound of his full name, Tessa enjoyed using it when they disagreed. Tessa noted that something was clearly on Will’s mind. She knew him well, if Will was up in the training room at odd hours of the night that meant he was thinking long and hard about something.

“What’s on your mind?” Tessa inquired. Will let out a low sigh and put the throwing knife back on the table. “I had a dream,” he confessed, meeting her gaze with his own.

“About?” Tessa pressed. Will hesitated for a moment, but he knew he was talking to Tessa, he could tell her anything and he trusted her with everything. Plus, if he refused to answer her curiosity would take over and she would badger him until he broke.

“It had my father in it. I was a young boy in the dream and trying to learn how to wield a seraph blade and failing miserably. Then my father walked in, dressed in black gear. He showed me the correct way to hold the blade, how to position my feet into the proper stance. It was a sweet father son moment I suppose. Henry, actually, was the one who originally instructed Jem and I. He was always nervous when we held blades and ducked when we threw knives.” Will laughed a little to himself, reminiscing fondly.

“Eventually they hired an instructor who took over. When I first arrived at the institute and began my training I often fantasized that my father would magically appear, rejoin the shadowhunters, and teach me everything himself. Even though I knew I was cursed and he wouldn't be safe anywhere near me, I allowed myself those guilty thoughts every once in a while.”

Tessa listened to Will’s confession intently. Will’s face was set and filled with emotion. He could remember his training with Henry and Jem easily, but recalled his father and his childhood before declaring himself a shadowhunter with some hesitation and tension.

“But when I was a young boy and had those guilt driven thoughts, I promised myself that one day I would break the curse and train my son or daughter like I imagined my father training me-.” Will quickly shut his mouth and drew in a sharp breath. He realized what he had let flow out of my mouth too late.

“I’m sorry, Tess. I, in no way, mean to make you feel responsible for the possibility of that not happening, I am perfectly content with it just being us until my life is no more.” Will tried his best to recover and reassure her. He knew it was a sensitive topic. Tessa had dreamed of kids, as had Will, and it came into question many times whether she could ever fulfill their dream and so far it had not been so.

Tessa let out an airy laugh, “I don’t feel responsible, Will.” Will gave her a small smile and a nod, “good,” he said. Then and there Tessa decided it was as good a time as any.

“I don’t feel responsible for Will because you’ll get that chance to teach your child as you wished your father had taught you,” Tessa carried on. Will looked up at her and pressed his lips together into a line. “Don’t worry about it, my love. I have you and that’s enough for me.” Tessa took a deep breath, Will had yet to catch on and she wasn’t sure of the best way to deliver the news.

Tessa reached out to Will like a moth to flame in the dim light and intertwined her fingers with his own. She leaned closer to him until the tip of his nose was only a couple inches from her forehead. Will grinned and pulled Tessa completely into him, wrapping his arms around her small frame and pressing their bodies together. Tessa stayed quiet a moment and absorbed Will’s embrace.

“You have more than just me now,” Tessa whispered.

Will pulled away the slightest amount, enough to tilt Tessa’s face up towards his. His facial expression changed as he processed what she meant by having more now. Will’s eyes searched Tessa’s face, “you’re-?” Will didn’t even manage to finish his question before Tessa’s eyes welled with tears and she nodded rapidly.

“I’m pregnant.”

Will’s face shifted, becoming riddled with a sea of emotions, he gawked at Tessa as if she was the most glorious thing on earth. As if she had changed into an angel and beat Mortmain once more single-handedly before his eyes. Will tugged Tessa back into his arms and held onto her like she was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Oh Tessa, my Tessa, Tessa, Tessa, Tessa,” he breathed.

Will felt like he was floating a million miles above the world, frolicking among the clouds.

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Twisted Wonderland// Yandere! Heartslabyul//

Again, had lots of help from my lovely discord group. Please bear in mind that this post may be edited once the game is released.

Riddle Roseheart

Riddle is a very sadistic yandere with certain possessive qualities. He wants you at his beck and call, to please him in every way he that he desires. In Riddle's disturbed standpoint you are a pretty little rose, all alone and wilting in the big bad world. You need someone to protect you and care for you, who better than him?

The redhead has an untamable fixation with seeing you in pain. Round amaranth love bites littering your neck. Purple rings with yellow blotches scattered over your wrists and thighs. Seeing the hope shattering in agonizing pain in your exquisite glistening eyes, is nothing less than pure bliss for him.

"Do not anger me (Y/N)..."

Riddle will let go off on your own from time to time. He doesn't care where you go or who you go with. He knows that he's marked you well, surly nobody would dare and attempt to steal Night Raven's self-proclaimed "Queen of Heart's" darling? Further so would anyone be so utterly foolish as to even interact with his love? No one would ever interact with you, sunning you and isolating you.

At the end of the day no matter where you go, you'll have no choice but to return to the only person that acknowledges your existence. Sure Riddle is a cruel lover... but he's all you have.

Time won't change how rough Riddle is, yet he somehow learns to show his affection in other manners as well. Kissing you more slowly, passionately, lovingly even. He'll dress you each morning in lavish dresses finer than those of true royalty. Always in shades of royal red, white and black. Gold necklaces hang from your slender neck, aureate bracelets hug your scarred wrists. Practically everything is in heart patterns. non-broken, unlike your own.

"...Or it's OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

This is love, it's the only way Riddle know to show his unwavering affection for you. At first, you may not appreciate him, call him a monster, cold-hearted. But soon, very soon you shall cherish me as he does you.

Ace Trappola

Ace is an extremely obsessive yandere with some delusional tendencies sprinkled on top. He'll constantly follow you around, without your knowledge. Stalk you where ever you go. No, no stalking is such an ugly word for it, Ace is simply making sure no trouble will befall onto you.

He'll go to certain extream measures to learn all there is to know about you. Breaking into your room while you sleep, looking through your notebooks and journals. Lord forbid he ever find your diary or you'll never get it back.

Soon Ace will randomly pop up where ever you are, he'll start up conversations as if your long lost buddies, never noticing the frightened look in your eyes when he let's too much information slip. How on earth does he know these things? You've never recounted them to anybody.

"Oh (Y/N)..."

One vile night, It becomes deathly apparent how he's obtained such personal details about your life.

You wake to a chill running loose in your room, the window is wide open. You'd closed it before going to bed hadn't you? Reluctantly leaving the warmth of your bed, you marched up to the nuisance slamming it shut. "You're being a little hash there, darling, don't you think?"

You turn around shaking, petrified, who had broken into your room? Where they a robber, a rapist, a murderer. The voice let out a soft chuckle. "What's the matter Cheshire cat got your tongue?"

it was meant to be a simple joke, something to ease the morbid situation.

"Wh-who's there," you ask, hands grabbing your forearms, nails digging into your tender flesh. "Don't be so scared, it's just me." The stranger approached moonlight hitting his face, to reveal ahead of messy marmalade hair, vivid red eyes and a blood-red heart plastered over his left eye. "Ace..?" his name is nothing more than a breathless whimper. Your back hits the icy cold window, trapped you think to yourself, locked away with this psycho. Ace simply approached trapping you in between himself and the glass. His nose bumped against the skin of your neck, inhaling your musty scent.

His tongue ran a long strip over the sensitive patch of skin, mouth soon following in sloppy kisses and painful love bites. "Ace stop..please!" would begging get to him? make him see how uncomfortable and violated you where? It didn't, that was the first night Ace took you, leaving you shaking and whimpering. His seed covering your stomach as you laid there and cried. There were many more night like this, each ending in the oranged haired boys pleasure and your agony.

" I love you so much!"

Deuce Spade

Deuce is the sneaky kind of yandere. The boy who seems perfect, everything you could have ever dreamed of. He was sweet and caring always putting your desires in front of his own. Almost like a gift sent directly from heaven...you couldn't have been more wrong.

Deuce will give you the illusion of a "normal boyfriend." A perfect boyfriend even. However, the truth of the matter is, he's gaining your trust and devotion, attempting to rearrange your life to solely rely on him. He'll provide you with every little thing that you need. Showering you with lavish gifts.

He'll spoil you until you have devoted your life completely to him. When he finally has you, his loving darling in his grasp, his true nature will soon show.

"You belong to me.."

Deuce refuses to let you out of his sight. You can't leave the dorm without him. It's for your safety he'll reassure you relentlessly. You do desperately try to believe him, surely he must be aware of some form of danger lurking within the school corridors?

As time goes on do become wholly dependent on the blue-haired boy. You come to fear the outside world and all it's hidden "dangers". Never doing anything without Deuce being present. To him, this is exactly as it should be you are his utterly and completely.

"Your mind, your body, your soul it's all mine."

Trey Clover

Trey is a possessive obsessive mix. He doesn't like being parted from you. He constantly wants your attention. When your attention shifts for even a split second, Trey can become somewhat aggressive. You're his, why where you looking at someone else?

Trey has two affective methods of punishment; humiliation and pain. Standard humiliation consists of handcuffing you and making you walk around with him. Showing all who shall see you, how vulnerable and defenseless you truly are.

As for pain goes, Trey has nothing against physical torment. He might tie you up and carve images into your tender flesh. Or he might just toss you over his knee and give you a good spanking.

"Everything will be alright (y/n)..."

Much like Riddle, Trey will choose every outfit you were, every meal you eat and any place you go to.

Your outfit is always elaborate, yet display every wound Trey has ever marked you with. Tall elegant heals, flowy princess-like dresses, charming jewels and hair always done like that of a doll's.

Your meals are meant to keep you healthy and in shape - despite what minimal exercise you get- Trey tries to keep you in good health, just so there won't be any need to visit some pesky doctor. One who'll ask too many questions and won't be satisfied with the answers their given.

The greened haired man mostly tries to keep you indoors away from others who might distract you. When you are permitted to go outside, Trey normally tries to take you to places where only his friends and their darlings are kept. They understand him, they know what it feels like to love someone as much as he does.

"...I'm here now, I'm all that you need."

Additionally, Trey is very dominant in bed. He enjoys the sight of you begged and wiggling under him. However, if you have certain kinks or want to try something new, he'll gladly accept.

Cater Diamond

Cater is a difficult yandere, he fully believes that the two of you are thoroughly in love. This he uses as an excuse to keep you locked up. Yet in the rare occasions when you are permitted to leave the house. Cater will be on the lookout for anyone giving you unwanted attention.

He's extremely temperamental and will not hesitate to get into physical fights over someone staring at you. When these "events" occur, he'll go back to locking you in his dorm. It's a vicious cycle controlled by an emotionally unstable psycho.

"You love me..."

One night you accidentally walked in on him tormenting some guy who had smiled at you whilst you two took a stroll in the park. Cater held a red-stained knife to the man's jugular. He pushed the glistening alloy to steal deeper and deeper. Blood oozed out of the would dripping down onto his clothes.

An ear-piercing noise filled the quiet night. It's that poor man you thought as cold wet tears tumbled from your wide eyes. Yet when you looked closer the man's mouth was closed head dangling to the side in an unnatural position.

Your capture's head slowly turned in your direction, cruel smile being panted over by a shocked expression. "(Y/N)?" he muttered confused. How had he known you were standing there? Was it you who had screamed? It must have been...

"Whoops, doll you weren't supposed to know about this."

He seemed so casual about it, speaking of murder as simply as tea time chitchat. He didn't regret what he'd done, had he? No, he only regretted you catching him in the act.

"It's too late to be up (Y/N), let's go back to bed."

Stepping closer he tried to gently grab your limp hand. The second the warm liquid coating his palms came into contact with your flesh. You jerked your hand away, clutching it tightly to your chest. You felt violated and dirty, was there any of that vile substance on your hand? The mere thought made you shutter.

The orange-haired man didn't take that well. He gripped your shoulders, stubby nails digging into you skink through the light material of your sleepwear. He started shaking you like a snow globe. You shut your eyes, dizziness, and nausea creeping there way into your head and stomach. When he finally stopped you felt numb, if his hands were to leave their positions you'd surely fall onto the cold hard ground. "Let's go back to bed, we can erm talk in the morning okay?" You nod through the skull shattering pain in your head as you allow yourself to be carried back to his bedroom and laid on the plush mattress. You didn't want to talk about it tomorrow, you didn't want to wake up tomorrow at all, you simply wanted this hellish nightmare to end.

"....Right (Y/N)?"

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