#new writing

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Simplicity*

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, pregnancy sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Summary: Something as simple as Harry scrolling on his phone can send a pregnant Yn into a frenzy

okay so i actually ended up making another account recently and posted anonymously there but i’ll post the ones i wrote here LMFAOOOOO

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Yn steps out of the shower carefully, wrapping a fluffy towel around her as she makes her way to her bathroom sink and mirror, drying off and wrapping her bathrobe around her before she begins her after shower routine.

She smiles softly at her round belly, applying some cream to the forming stretch marks and just appreciating the growth. There were only three months left in her pregnancy, the time flying by and only making her and Harry unbelievably excited for their first child to come into the world.

When she’s all finished in there, she heads out to their bedroom to get dressed and sees Harry away and checking his phone. She takes in the sight of him just scrolling on his phone with barely any clothing, just some boxers. His hair is a bit messy from sleep and the stubble on his face is evident because of the early hours of the morning.

Yn gets a bit lost in thought, thinking about how he buried himself between her thighs when they got home last night, that same stubble leaving a delicious burn on her inner thighs. She clenches her thighs together unknowingly, and they’re getting a bit damp as she daydreams until she’s interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing.

She quickly snaps out of it, relaxing her legs as she looks to Harry who is now sitting up, his feet flat on the floor. Her heart speeds up when she sees the knowing smirk on his face, a glint in his eye as she gets a bit embarrassed that she’s been caught.

He’s just staring her down from his spot before reaching toward her. She steps closer so he can reach her and he pulls her to stand between his legs, leaning his neck up a bit to press a kiss to her lips. He moves her so she’s in his lap, her belly pressing against his a bit. His lips immediately trail down her jaw and to her neck, pressing chaste kisses to her collarbone.

Her lack of clothing beneath her robe becomes obvious the more he kisses her, a small wet patch starting to form at the spot she’s sitting. He chuckles when he feels the warmth, pulling away from her neck for a brief moment.

“Woke up needy f’me, hm?” he teases, softly nipping at a sensitive part of her neck. She hums at his question, reaching between them to his semi hard cock and palming it through his thin boxers.

“Seems like I’m not the only one needy,” she replies, quick to tease him the same way he did her.

“Guess you’re right,” he chuckles lightly, but his mood quickly shifts as he maneuvers her until she’s straddling his leg, “But we’re gonna get you taken care of first, how’s that sound?” he finishes, pulling away to look at her and make sure she wants this.

“Yes, please that’s okay,” she immediately replies, and he laughs softly at her excitement, making her pout and open her mouth to reply.

He beats her to it, rolling his eyes playfully. “Oh, shush. Just teasin’ you, baby,” he tsks, reaching to untie her robe and slip it down her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor carelessly. He wastes no more time, gripping her hips and helping her to move along his leg, right on his tiger tattoo.

The feeling shocks her for a moment, a small whine falling from her lips at the feeling of the muscle against her swollen clit. Her body bows a bit at the unexpected pleasure and her hand fly up to his shoulders to keep herself stable.

Harry just watches her intently, using her reactions to gauge whether or not he’s doing the right thing. His worries are gone within seconds, though, and he smiles in relief when she starts to work herself along his thigh, not leaving him to work as much while she chases her orgasm.

He knows she’s about to cum when her breath catches and her hips stutter, so he keeps his grip firm to not knock off her pace, knowing that her orgasm will go away if he doesn’t do the exact same thing he’s doing now. He goes the extra mile and starts to encourage her softly, praising her and the way she’s taking hold of her pleasure and showing him what she needs.

That sends her over the edge immediately, a loud and long moan leaving her lips as she cums hard on his thigh, her cum making the tiger glisten. “Just like that,” he praises, helping her come down. His lips are pressing soft kisses all over her to help ground her, sweet nothings falling from her lips. When she’s all recovered she sits up and presses her lips to his, shocking him with the intensity. He thought she’d be tapping out for the night but she has other plans, reaching into his boxers and taking his leaking cock into her hand.

He chokes on a surprised moan, bucking his hips into her hand as she starts to slowly stroke him, teasing him. She pulls away from his lips slowly, her chest heaving from the lack of air.

“Can I ride you?” she asks almost innocently, making Harry’s eyebrows shoot up. She hasn’t requested this position in quite a while, and understandably so. He takes one look at her and realizes just how much she wants this, but he always double checks to give her some time to back out.

“Yeah? Wanna be on top tonight?” he questions, his thumb rubbing circles on her hip. She nods enthusiastically, and he’s happy to meet her request, lifting his hips slightly to slip his boxers down enough to free his cock entirely. “Well, hop on then. Show me what y’got,” he teases, but he’s shutting up when she sinks down onto him, her swollen walls so tight around him he’s rendered speechless.

She sits with their hips pressed together until she gets used to the slight stretch, wasting no time in placing her hands on his hips and using them as leverage to move herself up and down along his throbbing cock. Each lift leaves his cock coated in her juices from her orgasm and arousal, some of the cream leaving a ring at the base of his cock.

“Fuck, feels s’good,” he whines placing his hands on her hips once more to keep her steady. His head is thrown back as she works herself on him, his mouth falling open in pleasure.

She goes on like this for about five minutes or so before she’s stopping her hips with an annoyed groan, making his head shoot up so he can see what’s wrong. Before he can ask, though, she’s explaining the reason for ceasing her actions.

“Hurts,” she whines, making him stop immediately and lift her up slightly to pull out of her carefully. He goes to speak up to ask what’s wrong but she speaks up first. “Gave me a cramp in my legs, can you try and spoon me, give it to me that way?” she questions, and he’s instantly obliging, helping her get into position.

“Course, mama,” he nods firmly. Slipping behind her and rubbing on her belly for a brief moment. “However you need it. Ready f’me again?” he questions once they’re all settled and he’s lined up at her entrance, her puffy folds snug around him.

As soon as he has her verbal consent he is slipping back into her in one smooth thrust, the angle pressing him against her g spot immediately. She moans out loud at the pressure, her hand reaching down to grip the sheet below her.

“Ah, that’s the spot, hm?” he grunts, starting to push himself in and out of her at a steady pace. She nods absentmindedly with a deep groan as she realizes she’s already close and this won’t last if she holds it.

It’s like Harry can read her mind, reaching forward and lifting her leg up at an angle, making him get impossibiy deeper. “Don’t y’dare fuckin’ hold back. Don’t have t’wait for me,” he grunts his words pushing her closer and closer combined with the angle. “You can let it go,” he coos, keeping his pace even so he doesn’t ruin this for her. “Cum for me, cum all over your husband’s cock,” he finishes, and that’s all it takes for her upper body to give out, her head falling against the pillow while her hips buck against his, her hole clenching so tight around him that he cums as well, thick ropes of cum coating her twitching walls.

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[gentle-author]

Θα ήθελα μια μέρα να συστηθω ο εαυτός μου κι ας ξεχάσουν μέχρι και το όνομά μου

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Me: Okay, I think this one shot will be about 3,500 words! It's just fluff, so shouldn't get too long.

Also me, checking the word count: Oh. Word count: 4,906 (This is my way of announcing that a new long fluffy one shot will be out very soon—hopefully tomorrow!)

#new writing #woohoo!

[genevawren38]

Artificial Stars on Eclipsed Skies

Maybe soon, he’d be free of this cavern. Back closer to the skies he had been cut off from with a shred of hope he would see his family again. It was a desperate want, but with the appearance of the firefly he felt the smallest amount return. Perhaps there is a possibility he is lucky enough to lay eyes upon his world once more.

He felt his hold upon his sanity slipping, memories already burying themselves remembering the rancid feeling of rotting flesh between his teeth caked in blood. Holding close to the ones his soul called for, he hoped there was enough of him to save by the time he was freed from this pit.

~~~

Fit despairs in the cavern Madagio trapped him in while on a world far away a desperate man with an stubborn streak prepares to risk it all to save him.

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[vellichorbindery]

I can’t remember who it was on here who had the idea for a top Regulus/bottom James but you’ve inspired me to write this piece. 🫡

6.6k words, Bodyguard Jegulus 🫶🏼 excerpt below:

“Potter. Stop. I’m fine. Stop,” he manages to croak out. He’s a bit shaken, but he’s not hurt. James doesn’t seem to hear him though, as he throws yet another punch and this time there’s a splash of blood on his glasses as he lifts his face with an untamed expression of rage. He’s never seen that look on James’ face before. The man underneath him is unconscious, unable to fight back. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Regulus stalks forward and grabs James by the shoulder. “James. Look at me. It’s done.” This seems to break through the spell as James finally blinks, slow and dazed, and takes a step back, eyes widening at the bloody figure underneath him. His chest moves up and down as he tries to slow his breathing, placing a blood-soaked hand over his heart.

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[kyloqvsss]

MOSQUITO 

 — Inspired by Mosquito by PinkPantheress

ROMANCE/ANGST(?)

||  You woke up strucked in fear, looking left and right. Until you saw the brown haired man you loved, oh so dearly. You could see how tired he was, you tried to immediately apologize. But he didn’t care for the apology, he just wanted to know what happened.

|| “ ‘Cause I just had a dream that I was dead, and I only cared ‘cause I was taken from you! “ you sputtered out rapidly.

OSAMU DAZAI X GN! READER.

|| - - Continue reading <——

On a Monday, can I see you?

The flashes off blue and red surronded you, your heart beating rapidly. Were you dead? Were you dying? 

Because you sure thought you were. In the corner of your eye, you saw a tall man with luscious brown locks. You squinted, who was that man. As you kept taking glances at the man, you noticed. That was Dazai, watching you get carried away by the emergency services. Before you could get closer and closer to the flashing light, you struck up in fear. You quickly swung your head left and right, until looking down. You were right in your bed, comfortable and warm. You were on the brink of tears, until you saw a brown haired man next to you. He turned around slowly, fluttering his eyelashes. The tired man yawned, then glancing up at you. You felt terrible for waking him up, he needed rest. He had a horrible day, but you were there to make it worse for him. You suddenly opened your mouth getting ready to ramble your apology. “ Hey, no need to apologize. What’s wrong? “ Dazai mumbled, yet you could hear him clearly. You were sweating, fear was surrounding you. You slowly scooted closer to the man, wanting to feel safe. “ ‘ Cause I just had a dream that I was dead! And I only cared ‘cause I was taken from you. “ you rambled. 

— || You’re the only thing that I own. I hear my bell ring, I’d only answer for you!

“ Hey, don’t worry. I’m here, okay? “ he patted your pillow, “ come lay and rest, you don’t have to sleep if you don’t want to. Just at least lay next to me. “ he continued. You scooted down into the sheets, trying to make yourself comfortable. Once you were comfortable, you grabbed onto the man. Not wanting to let go. His hand caressed your head slowly. You batted your eyes slowly, barely awake. The darkness and warm aroma surrounded you, but this time in a nice way. “ Sweet dreams, “ was the last thing that rang in your ears that night. 

—— > Finished!

|| A/N, this was kinda rushed! Sorry, might be ooc. I wanted to finish this for another friend. I didn’t read over this, please tell me if theres any problems! And thank you for all the feedback and notes on Paper Rings! Bye, have a wonderful rest of your day!  ( pls dont hurt my family L! I got lazy 🤭)

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[princess-of-thieves-id]

10

It's time for the dinner between Diyan and Inara, it seems everyone's nerves are a bit...on edge...

"Well?" Inara turned in a circle in front of Arik once she had gotten dressed, she had a nervous smile that reflected the tone of her voice.  She'd showered and pulled her hair back in a low ponytail, then gotten dressed in the shirts she'd been given.  It was far from the dresses she’d worn in the palace, but she didn’t think that she looked too bad.  That didn’t mean that she didn’t want Arik to tell her she looked nice.  His opinion was the one that mattered to her.

"Truth?" He asked from where he was sitting on the bed with his outstretched legs crossed.  Instantly her smile disappeared as she nodded, his voice hadn’t sounded positive.  "Shouldn’t you worry about what Noar thinks?"  His mouth had worked before his brain did, and he instantly closed his eyes and hated himself when the look of hurt was awash over her face.  They has already covered everything and he was fucking it up, because he was jealous and hated the entire situation that was taking place.

Clenching his jaw, Arik got off the bed and walked over to her.  When her eyes didn't raise to meet his, he was gutted by his own stupidity.  He hadn’t meant to hurt her, but he had because he couldn’t contain his own emotions regarding what Diyan was doing.  "Inara, the truth is, I'm jealous.  You look sexy, and whether you intend for it to be for him or not, it is."  

He took her chin between his thumb and two fingers to raise her face to look at him.  The unshed tears in her eyes only added to the guilt that he felt.  "I said I was jealous earlier, but I'm even more so now that I get to see how you’re going to look for that dinner."  He stepped a little closer to her, placing a hand on the small of her back. "My only consolation is you're still mine after dinner.  At least I hope I haven't ruined that." His head slowly dropped to bring their lips together ever so softly.  Each kiss was savored, each touch relished, he would keep them all fresh in his memory during his time on the bridge.  Moreso, he would be looking forward to all of the ones that would take place afterwards, not to mention being able to hold her in his arms for the night.

Inara couldn't help being a little relieved that Arik disliked this as much as she did. The feel of his lips on hers, with that brush of day old stubble he liked to keep, sent chills across her skin.  There was just something about the feel of their bodies pressed together, along with his kisses that were always sensual and soft that made her melt.  And if he kept kissing her like that, it would help her get through it.   "Yes, I'll still be all yours afterwards.  He's just borrowing me for a couple hours since it's clear his personality is the reason he's single." Her arms were around his waist and she gazed up at Arik affectionately. How had this man remained single? One look from Arik’s dark eyes and she felt like she wanted to melt into his arms. She’d started to feel that way once she could get a good look at him, in the hold of the ship.  Maybe she just had a thing for valiant knights? 

It took all of Arik’s strength of composure from serving in the Royal Court for him not to laugh uproariously.  Once more he was finding certain parts of the situation hilarious.  The reason Diyan was single was because he had been intended to marry Inara, herself.  While they'd both run from the wedding to the other, only Diyan was now pursuing Inara.  She still wanted nothing to do with him, and it was Diyan’s own fault this time. Diyan would be humiliated and horrified to know the whole situation, which Arik wouldn't do to him, for more than a few reasons.  It didn’t mean that Arik couldn’t find the whole situation humorous and ironic secretly.  There was also a sense of satisfaction that Inara would once more be in HIS arms at the end of the night.  

"If I must share my beautiful Princess, I will make the sacrifice for a short time.  Just try to have a good time.  He can be a little bit of an ass, but he's not a bad person." Arik kissed the tip of her nose as he pulled her closer. "You're safe with him, even if annoyed." His forehead came to rest against hers as he gazed down into her eyes.  She owned him and she didn’t even know it.  He doubted even if she did that she would use the power over him.  Of all of the Princesses that he’d met while serving alongside Diyan, Inara was definitely an enigma, and that is what drew him so deeply to her. That she looked at him like he was the one that was the Prince and hero only made her more special to him.  

A knock came at the door.  Time for Arik to go up to the bridge for a while.  "See you soon." He kissed her softly, winked, and headed out.  He would be counting the minutes till her date with Diyan was over.

***

"Is she ready?" Diyan asked when Arik stepped up on the bridge.

"Yes.  And she looks lovely.   Be nice, she's nervous." Arik was trying not to grind his teeth.  Once more Diyan was going to try to seduce a woman that Arik had realized that he was in love with.  It was not the first time Diyan would try and seduce a woman Arik had feelings for, but this time was different.  The feelings were different.  Inara was different.

"How far will not get me hit?" Diyan asked suddenly, catching Arik off guard.

"Excuse me?" What the actual fuck was Diyan asking and why did he suddenly was to hit him FOR asking?  Did he really want to know what he could do with Inara that wouldn’t upset Arik?  Seriously?  So he DID know Arik cared for Inara and yet was going ahead with this dinner anyway, AND he wanted to know what he could do and not get hit for it.  So much for being brothers and best friends it seemed.

"At what point is she going to slap me?  And at what point are you going to try to break my jaw?" Diyan’s brows rose as he looked at his old friend.  He still had no clue what their relationship was, and he preferred not to have a repeat of the previous interactions. He did however want to seduce the alluring Renisa into his bed for at least the duration of this voyage, and maybe for the foreseeable future.  She was beautiful, smart, had a backbone, and could hold her own, these were all things he craved.

"I won't speak for her.  However," Arik looked at the floor for a second before his eyes met Diyan’s again with a change in them making him appear much more threatening, "don't make her cry, upset, have to run from you, or slap you and I won't hit you.  I trust her.  She trusts me.  I will know if something happens." There was something dark and sinister about his grin that made Diyan clear his throat once Arik had stopped speaking.  He was on the cusp of breaking a cheekbone if not his jaw currently.

That spoke loud and clear. "I intend to avoid all of those." Diyan nodded towards Arik.  "You are awfully protective of her, Arik." 

"I am." Arik replied evenly.  "I care about her, and she about me. She's been through a lot, and I won’t have that added to.  I have promised more than once to always keep her safe.  The more important she becomes to me, the more that promise means to me. And she is quite impotant."

"But there's nothing officially?  You’re not engaged, or otherwise committed?" Diyan wanted to be clear. No intended status, no betrothal, and he already knew no marriage.  

"Not yet. Yet." Arik wouldn't pull punches with him.  They'd known each other too long. "I assume you will try to change her mind about the possibility of there ever being.  As I said, we care deeply about one another, Diyan, and we are progressing.  I trust her to do the right thing in regards to our relationship."  What he wasn’t going to be able to do much longer was control his temper.   Maybe he'd never realized how entitled Diyan was before.  Arik couldn't imagine asking the same things of Diyan that he was asking currently, if the roles were reversed.

"It's just dinner.  She seems to have made that clear." And Diyan couldn't help but show his annoyance at this.  There was a bite to his words, making them clipped and short.

"What the fuck did you expect?" Now there was an edge to Arik's voice, his jaw tightening, and the volume of his words rising slightly; he saw Diyan’s eyes widen from it. "We got on this boat together.  There was something starting even then, a binding trust, and we've only grown closer since.  Did you expect her to just tell me to fuck off, to be with you?  I’m not sure whether that idea is an insult to me or her more.  Maybe you should think on it as well.  She tried to make it clear last night that she didn’t even want the dinner, but of course you don’t care what anyone else wants, because YOU want her, regardless of whether she’s with me or not.  Go to your fucking dinner." Arik’s arms crossed over his chest as he stared at Diyan with a highly irritated look. There was a tick starting in his jar and his molars were grinding.

"Arik…no…that’s not what…" Diyan sighed.  He was going to end up with both of them pissed soon.  It was coming out wrong or something. 

"Really?  Have you listened to yourself?  I get it, we joked last night about things that we shouldn’t have, but I was NOT serious.  I've felt guilty ever since and you're asking now how serious we are and how far you can go with her.  What the fuck?  I TRUST HER.  That is how serious things are."  Arik was actually becoming hurt, which in turn pissed him off.  The more he thought about it, the worse he felt.  He was really looking forward to Diyan returning to the bridge after this dinner so he could go down and relax, because there would be no doing so till it was over.

"Damn it, I don't know what to say.  Maybe it's because she has no interest in me, hell can barely stand me.  There's just something pulling me towards her.  I was trying to avoid this right here, but I failed."  Diyan sighed and ran a hand over his face.  "I'm not trying to steal her from you."

"You should go, NOW." Arik was done with the conversation.   He was about to lose his temper, which he didn't want to do.  Inara already did not want this dinner, Diyan arriving with a black eye wouldn’t help.

"Alright, we'll talk later."  Diyan sighed and headed off to get ready.

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[behindthesemasks]

15

Mel sat between Klaus and Gabe on the ride to the hospital.  She had to admit that Case’s driving wasn’t bad, he just had a definite love of speed. Not that she was surprised, he was a Louisiana, in this case pronounced Loo-zee-anna, boy after all.  She was pretty much lost in her thoughts though, not paying attention to what would normally be considered picturesque scenery passing outside the windows.  Klaus’s hand was on her knee, their fingers intertwined.  He kept looking over at her, trying to figure out what thoughts were going through her head, but wasn’t coming up with much.

Finally Case’s voice cut through the slightly uneasy silence that had fallen throughout the interior of the car. “Boys, we got a problem.  Mel get in the floor…NOW!”  This was not a request, it was a command, and one that Melania did without question or hesitation.  

Gabe was leaning over her a second later, his gun resting in his lap, safety off.    She could hear the engine of the SUV rev as Case accelerated and they were all thrown towards the passenger side of the vehicle as he cornered, drifting the back end through the turn.  The screech of tires behind them a few seconds later told Mel all she needed to know…they were being tailed.  “How many?” Klaus asked as he pulled body armor from behind the seat, putting one over Mel, then handing another to Gabe.  

“One SUV, at least two passengers.  Driver has a pistol, passenger has a… FUCK!” Case cornered hard again as the distinctive ping of a round hitting the body of the vehicle was heard.  “rifle.  I’d guess AR, but there’s hella reflection off of their windshield.”  It was clear he was frustrated.

Klaus slid over the back of the seat, to be in the rear of the SUV.  Donning his own body armor, he pulled out his cell as he dug through the cases of munitions and firearms that were back there.  Getting a hold of Donovan, he let him know the situation.  “Head to the dig, our boys will be waiting for these fuckers when we hit the tree line.” Another few hard turns, and they were headed out of town.  Case had the accelerator floored as the engine whined.  Of course Ambrose had secured vehicles that would surpass the limits of the normal factory models, but they were at speeds well over 100mph now.  Klaus had called Nic and after an exchange of profanity laden information, there was another SUV with Nic and Ambrose headed to back them up as well.  

“Why are they after us?  None of us were in those pictures, and Andreas had said those were his only targets.”  Gabe growled as he acted as a shield over Mel. “They don’t know we don’t have Andreas.  No doubt his employer has noticed him missing by now.” Klaus growled as an AR came over the back of the seat to rest next to Gabe.

“And, I realized what at least Sasha and Alexander have in common.” Case added from the front as another hard turn was made.  “They were on that dig that went south in Peru with Mel.  The one with the amulet of second sight.”

“Damn!  That means anyone who knows where that thing is could be a target.”  Klaus leaned against the back of the rear seat as he watched the other SUV trying to keep pace with them as they headed up towards the mountain the dig site was on. “If they’re taking out those who know, my guess is that it’s more information they’re wanting to bury.  You’ve got two of the preeminent archaeologists in Europe on that list; that can’t be coincidence.”  Gabe surmised.  “Although…Alexander and Sasha’s names were on the permits for that dig.  We all know the nice little artifact that Mel got ahold of.  If there’s more of that kind or of historical references of the dark arts, then it could be that they’re wanting to shut it down because there’s something bigger there.”  He added looking down at Mel with a tight lipped expression.  He felt sorry for her getting in the middle of this.  After what had happened in Peru, he felt the woman should have a break.  Seemed she walked back into the line of fire completely by accident.  

Another ping of a round hitting the body of the vehicle broke his thoughts as he looked back at Klaus.  The other man had almost gotten his setup complete.  Time to return fire.  Make those mother fuckers back off till they could get to where they had more cover.

“Case, you’re gonna lose the back window…now,” was all the warning anyone in the vehicle got before Klaus fired.  

The bullet took out half the back window and hit the hood of the trailing SUV.  The driver swerved, causing his passenger to be jostled about and messing up the shot he was trying to take at the time.  The bullet went far wide of the SUV, into the trees on the side of the road.   Klaus fired again, hitting one of the tires this time.  The SUV jerked again, and slowed, but didn’t give up chase.

“Fuckers are persistent.  This thing have any more power, Case?”  Gabe yelled forward, pulling on his ear to try to get rid of the ringing from the high caliber shots had caused. “We’re going to find out!”  Case yelled back and pushed the SUV even harder.  

They were pulling away from the SUV and getting closer to where Donovan and Dez had taken up sniper positions at the tree line of the dig site so they would be able to disable the SUV before it got to the actual site.  As the opening of the trees became visible, another black Mercedes SUV could be seen gaining on the one trailing the group.  Ambrose and Nic were arriving on scene and the sound of shots coming from the rear meant they were ready for a fight too. Case ignored all the sounds of shots and focused only on getting through that tree line and to the site.  He blocked out every sound and became fixed on the other black SUV that had been parked in such a way as to provide cover for the door to the Quonset hut that had been erected to protect the dig site from the elements.  Bless whichever of the guys had thought to give him that gift.  It would hopefully get Mel into the building safe while giving him and Klaus cover to hide behind.  

“HOLD ON!” Case yelled over his shoulder as the SUV cleared the tree line.  Dust and gravel flew up behind them, blocking the view of the SUV following them.  Using all of his driving skills, Case was able to brake, steer, and accelerate in the right combination to bring the SUV to a stop 3 feet from the building, running parallel alongside it.  “Gabe, get her ass inside.”  

Not waiting for a response, Case grabbed the body armor and rifle in the back seat as he saw Klaus slipping out the tailgate and advancing towards the hood  of the other SUV.  In a flash his own body armor was on and he was doing likewise.  Both men’s rifles were trained on where the SUV should emerge from the treeline.   While the sound of the gunshots from their teammates had been obscured by the sounds of the gravel before, the sound of a large vehicle striking a tree now was unmistakable.  

Klaus and Case held position.  They didn’t know which of the SUV’s that had been behind them had wrecked and they weren’t going to give up the advantage of having good cover to hide behind.  The treeline was now unable to be seen, the dust from the way that Case had brought their SUV to a stop was still hanging in the air.    The question of which it was got answered less than a minute later when there were two shots that were unmistakable as pistol.  They didn’t need to see the scene to know that instead of being taken prisoner, the driver and passenger of the vehicle had ended their own lives.  This was going to put Nic and Ambrose in just peachy moods, they were both sure of this. 

A moment later, Donovan and Dez came walking out of the swirling dust, rifles hung against their backs.  Both were shaking their heads and obviously highly annoyed.  Klaus and Case lowered their rifles as the two drew nearer; throwing the slings over their shoulders so their rifles hung like the other two’s did.  They leaned against the SUV watching the two frustrated mercenaries.  “This ain’t gonna be pretty.”  Case said looking over to Klaus with an expression that said they both knew that Ambrose and Nic were going to go ballistic if they couldn’t find anything out from the wrecked SUV that was still near the road and a ways from the treeline. “No shit!  At least none of ours got hit or killed.  Though I’m not sure they’re going to like what I did to the back window.”  He chuckled as Case shook his head.  Dez and Donovan reached them and all four turned to head into the building.  Might as well rest where the environment was more comfortable, when the two boss men got up there it was going to be anything but.

As soon as Donovan cleared the door he came to a halt, hands up.  “For the love of God, please tell me these are from the two of you hiding somewhere.”   

Dez raised his eyebrows to look around and saw two red dots in the middle of Donovan’s chest.  “If not, you’re fucked.”

Both dots disappeared as Donovan shook his head.  “You know that’s not funny.”  He watched as Melania and Gabe came out of where they had been hidden.  He had to give them credit.  They had been pretty well hidden, until they moved he hadn’t noticed them.

“No, you know what’s not funny?  Being squished in the floor of a SUV while it’s being driven like it’s on a roller coaster track.  Oh, and being shot at, at the same time.”  Mel was pissed, and Klaus moved to intercept before she shot one of their own guys. 

“She may have made it so that if Andreas survives that he is never able to have children…with her foot.   And she quite literally threatened to shoot his dick off.  Not the day to mess with her bro.”  Case slapped Donovan on the shoulder as he passed heading to where there were some chairs setup.  

While Klaus and Mel talked in hush tones, the two obviously butting heads, the others found seats either in the folding chairs or on tables.  Dez jerked his head over towards them. “I take it that they’re….together?  Or is he just the one she wants to kill least?”  

“No, killing least would be me.”  Gabe chuckled.  “Together…” he coughed, “well, from what I walked in on at the hotel…yeah.  I think they literally kissed and made up.”  He smirked.

“Who gave her a gun?”  Donovan laughed as he watched the two arguing about something.

“She stole Gabe’s pistol and shot Andreas.  After that, no one was going to tell her no.”  Case answered with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I was the lucky bastard out of the four of us who had laid our guns down in the room with Andreas.”  Gabe said sarcastically.  “She wanted to keep it and after watching her shoot Andreas, I wasn’t going to tell her no.  I like my cock where it is.”  He chuckled.

“Wait…wait…”  Donovan laughed, “you’re telling me that little prima ballerina literally shot Andreas?  Andreas, Klaus’s cousin?”  

“Yes.”  Case and Gabe answered at the same time.  “And threatened to put a bullet through his cock before knocking his chair over and driving her heel into his groin.”  Both Case and Gabe slightly cringed at the memory before Gabe continued. “Yeah, she went all badass.  And I thought she and Klaus were going to kill each other before we could get out of the hotel.  Maybe we should go get the weapons from those two.”  He chuckled.

“Nah, Klaus could use getting shot…again…by a girl.”  They all chuckled at Dez’s quip.  “Let’s just wait till Nic and Ambrose get here.  I’m sure they’re going to kick all of our asses for not getting those two assholes alive anyway.  Might as well let the bloodshed wait a few minutes.”

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[poetpriestesss]

Daughters of the Sea

She turns her head slowly,

Serpents undulate and writhe about her neck and shoulders

A gown of white and gold flows from her body

It's as if a lifetime is passing by

Like the ships that sail close to this place

Hoping to catch a glimpse of the Gorgon

That calls this rocky outcrop her home

She moves so slowly that I've held my breath

Only to realize that she looks exactly like me.

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[bendingthelaws]

3

It seems the Courthouse is under surveillance...

Across the street from Colin's Office

"Boss, I told ya, it got delivered." The male with finely chiseled features and dark hair said as he leaned back in the fine leather seats of the expensive car said, a slight New York accent edging around his words.  

"Then why is there no reaction over there?" His companion growled, dark eyes turning towards him.  It was clear the Russian was not pleased; and when Constantin Rakeovich wasn’t pleased it normally turned out to not be a good day for you. If Dominic had fucked up the delivery, it would possibly be the last delivery he made.  No matter how good of an asset the man was, this was too important of a thing to fuck up.

"They're not going to just bring in SWAT boss, they are going to finesse this.  Do you think they want to announce to all of Chicago that the intern of one of the most powerful people in the city has been kidnapped and he can’t do shit about it?." Dominic looked over at Rakeovich. His boss scared the fuck out of him when he was short on patience, people had been known to die for stupid reasons.  The man had a hairpin trigger and anger issues, to put it mildly. Something had better happen soon or he thought the chick back at the compound was going to have it easy compared to him.

"We'll see." Constantin's voice was flat and his unhappiness was etched on all of his handsome features. If Masterson thought he was just fucking around, this latest delivery should do the trick to convince him that he wasn't. The DA could either back off, or the girl would pay the price.

"They ya go boss." Anton pointed. "That damned cop he likes so much, Detective Kase and his partner…whatever, just showed up." He grinned, at least his ass was safe for the moment. "And there's that lady doctor driving into the underground parking. They're being sneaky." He chuckled as he pointed to the Medical Examiner’s van that was pulling down underground as the female doctor had been let out at street level and was going to meet the two detectives.

Constantin didn't respond verbally, just a curt nod. His attention was keenly focused on the trio meeting just outside the front doors of the building. So, his gift for Masterson had been found after all. Lovely.

"Let's go, now we wait." His head didn't turn as he gave the command to Dominic. It would be followed. A fourth person had joined the detective and ME, one of her people if he remembered right. They were all on his list to be dealt with as well, but Masterson was at the top.  Framing him for something someone else did wasn’t a smart move.  If the slick State’s Attorney knew what was good for him, he'd call off the dogs on his witch hunt before Constantin had to make another move he'd like a lot less than the message he'd just sent with his most recent one.

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[panting4guns]

What makes a soldier...

Imagine

Having a new recruit and being tasked to train them..

They're fairly weak,easily frightened and just an all around pussy..

You almost didn't want to train him, but god are they submissive..

No matter what you tell them it's always a "yes sir/ma'am" or "of course sir/ma'am". It's adorable,really.

Imagine

After a semi-normal day of you barking orders and them fucking it up, they make their way to your quarters.

Teary eyed, they look at you, begging you to show them how to be better, to finally get it right, to finally please you.

So you put them on their knees..

To finally show them

What makes a soldier

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[shakespearenews]

College: a time of freedom, of frivolity, of friskiness. Freshmen Lulu and Marianne test their limits as they party through the school year in search of their place in the world: Marianne is newly eighteen and navigating her parents’ recent divorce, while Lulu tries to reignite a spark with her high school sweetheart. But when their drama-nerd-roommate Harriet brings in baggage from a student production of All’s Well That Ends Well, ideas of consent and manipulation start to seep into their lives. 

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[gentle-author]

Keep my poem in your archives

My picture in your heart

My voice in your mind

And my smell in your arms.

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[devil-in-the-details-ay]

8

Astaroth and Yara go to visit Lucifer...

The next morning, Astaroth took time in dressing.  He wanted everything in perfect order when he went to see his new father-in-law.  He and Yara had spent the night in the same bed, in fact she’d been curled up with her head on his shoulder.  Normally he did not like actually sleeping in the bed with another person, but there had been something about being wrapped up with Yara that had been different.  They had chatted about nothing serious until they were both almost drifting off.  Now having her in the next room as she too prepared for the visit to Lucifer’s felt a touch strange, since she had walked into his office the previous morning they had rarely been apart for more than a few minutes.  Now, he hadn’t seen her for over an hour.  Was he actually becoming honestly fond of the demoness? A slight smile formed on his lips as he continued to ready himself.

In the next room, Yara was a mess of nerves.  She was going to see her father for the first time since he had literally thrown her out of his office.  The memory made her chest clench, but the tenderness of Astaroth the night before seemed almost a balm to that ache.  The Lord of Death was such a mystery to her, he was nothing like she’d heard.  While she had been overly emotional through most of the previous day, he handled everything with calm except for her one outburst and everything with the priest.  Even then, it had only been when the priest truly stepped over the line that he had lost his temper.  

As Yara finished her hair, her mind rolled back to the previous day and her wedding and then evening with her now husband.  None of it had gone how she ever could have anticipated, but when she thought of her husband she had to smile.  Her father would definitely be surprised when they showed up in his office later.  She never expected the protectiveness that Astaroth showed, she doubted that Lucifer had either.  He was too used to the men around him treating Yara as dismissively as he did.  To think that someone could treat her with respect and tenderness, it would never cross his mind, let alone from one of the Lords of Hell.

She had just about put the last finishing touches on her ensemble when she again looked up into the mirror to check her jewelry and saw Astaroth behind her in the doorway.  He was fully ready, leaning up against the door jam, arms crossed over his chest, just watching her.  “I hope you’re not going to be disappointed if I keep you waiting from time to time.” She teased, her eyes meeting his through the mirror.

Pushing off of the door frame, he slowly stalked towards her like a predator after his delectable prey.  “I think I can handle it.  I have my own ways to get back at you, darling.”  Astaroth gave her a wink, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.  “I’m coming to rather appreciate the effort that you are putting into getting ready.”

“Is that so, Asti?” Yara asked as she turned in his arms to look up at him properly this time.  “I would hate to disappoint the Lord of Death after all, have to keep appearances up and all.” There was an undercurrent of tease in her voice, and her smirk was one of mischief. 

“It is, Papilio.”  Astaroth kissed the tip of her nose then just brushed his lips across hers, so he didn’t disturb her makeup.  He had already sent gifts to his cousins, the Fates, for pairing him with her.  There was no way Lucifer could have made him this lucky on his own.  Maybe he’d let everyone in the King’s office live, maybe, as a wedding gift to his new father-in-law.

“Butterfly?” Her head tilted, eyes narrowing slightly, as she looked up at him. It was an interesting nickname.  She guessed that hers was too short to shorten any further, and he had made a good choice.  She liked it.

“You are fragile in your being, even if you hide it, my dear Yara.  Yet, you can cause great disturbances when you decide to flap your wings.” He winked at her.  “And, of course, you are a thing of beauty to be handled delicately and with great care, which I intend to.”

“You seem to be able to constantly surprise me.” She blinked back tears.  Sometimes she wondered if she was a demon, as easily as her heart was touched.  Surely by now Lucifer would have told her if she were not his child.  “I love the name,”  Raising up on her toes a little, she brushed her lips over his this time, once more preserving the lipstick and ensuring he didn’t end up wearing it.

“My gorgeous butterfly, I think we should go visit your father now.  I have a few thoughts for him.” Astaroth’s eyes darkened from their normal placid Hazel to a greenish brown, almost an olive.  Something swirled in them that made Yara’s breath catch, she’d seen it the day prior when the priest had upset him.  Suddenly she felt his fingers brush against the side of her face.  “Worry not, Yara, I hold no anger towards you.  Now you will get to see how I react when someone messes with someone I care about.  Remember, you are my wife, the Mistress of Death, and a Lord of Hell now as well.”  A grin that held a tinge of malevolence formed on his face before he kissed the middle of her forehead.  “Now, let us go visit your father.”

****

“Lord Lucifer,” one of his staff stood at the door to his office waiting to be acknowledged.  Lucifer waved a hand in the air to beckon the male in.  He had no clue what the demon wanted, but he had matters to attend to, so he hoped it would be fast.  “Lord Astarath and Lady Yara are here to see you.  Do you want them sent in?”

“Together?”  Lucifer inquired, surprised that they would be.  He expected one of them to be dead by now, hopefully his daughter.  When the other demon nodded, he sighed, of course it would not be that easy to get rid of her.  “Did they say what they wanted, other than to see me?”  He really was curious.  If they were there to beg for a divorce, he was going to enjoy disappointing them.  He doubted Astaroth was, the prick was too proud to do such a thing.  But his daughter, now she would come in and throw a holy temper tantrum he was sure.

“No sir.  They just arrived and Lord Astaroth did the speaking.  He said he had a couple of matters to address with you.  Lady Yara is with him, and they are still wearing their rings, sir.”  The demon was trying to head off any further questions and get the fuck out of that office as quickly as possible.  He’d been in hell long enough to recognize when Astaroth wasn’t happy, and did not want to be on the receiving end of it.

“So be it, send them in.” Lucifer’s eyes rolled as he pushed back from his desk and stood.  Maybe he could get rid of them in a few minutes and this would all be over with.

The demon closed the door and a couple of minutes later, it opened once more and in walked his daughter and son-in-law.  Lucifer was surprised, they looked like an honest couple.  Yara’s hand was lightly on Astaroth’s forearm, with his hand on top of hers.  There was no missing the narrowing of his daughter’s eyes when she saw him, or the revulsion on her face.  Lucifer had to hand it to her, the way she kept her chin lifted and her mouth silent was impressive.  Astaroth looked the same as always: calm, collected, reserved, and dark.  Lucifer could swear his eyes were lighter, but currently they were a dark mossy brown, and his jaw was set.  With his black hair and full beard he was very imposing, Lucifer actually respected him. “Good morning, I assume there is a reason behind this visit.  I was not expecting one from the two of you quite so soon.”  Lucifer inquired.  His voice held hesitation, he was unsure of what was going on, and that was never something that the King of Hell liked.

“There are a couple.  Neither of them good.” Astaroth added nothing more for the moment.  He was trying to decide how best to broach the subjects he had in mind.  He looked at Yara out of the corner of his eye and noticed that since they entered she had assumed a rather smug visage.  It made him proud of her, she wasn’t cowering under Lucivers intense scrutiny of them.

“If one of those issues is a divorce, I can guarantee you that I will not be giving one.  I’m sorry, Astaroth, you are stuck with her.”  Lucifer grinned.  His daughter might have on a mask of indifference and smugness, but he knew the insecurity that lay within.

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[genevawren38]

We May Have Lost Our Sanity (We Have Not Lost Our Humanity)

✨q!Philza & Team BOLAS

✨14.1k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

✨Graphic Descriptions

✨QSMP Purgatory Lore Retell

✨Chapter 1/2 : Balance Exists That Calls Through the Abyss

🎵Stay Dead by Aviators

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[the-andromeda-effect]

2

As they leave the location where Riona had been held, she finds out more about what Caliban has in store for her....

Caliban had been hired throughout the years to rescue many hostages held by rivals of crime families and assassinate all those holding them.  This was the first time he’d been hired to take out the hostage, or non-hostage as he’d been told.  If he hadn’t already been doubting the story that Mircea had told him about why his wife had been in that basement, the fact that just calling her by her first name had her not only following his directions but helping get both of them efficiently to the damn car certainly did.  As they rounded the open back door of the waiting car, he, a little bit unceremoniously, shoved her into the back seat hard so that she ended up sprawled across the wide bench seat in a way that he was able to get in, close the door and then cover her body with his before yelling at the two in the front to get in and take off.

Not until he had been given the all clear from the driver did Caliban move off of how he had been covering Riona to allow her to sit up.  He kept his voice soft and low, the woman had already been through enough, and frightened enough, for one day.  “Are you hurt more?  Did I injure you when I pushed you in the car?”  His fingers lightly danced across the skin of her face as the black divider rose between the front and back seats.  The two in the front  knew that hearing his voice meant it was time to get out of the boss’s business.  If he needed them, there were buttons on each door that would activate the intercom.  Otherwise they would focus on getting them back to the compound safely.

Riona’s head shook as he helped her up to sitting.  She was still shaken and trying to come to grips with everything that had happened.  Nothing made sense, including that he had rescued her from the men holding her and was not taking her back to Mircea.  “No, you just caught me off guard with it.  I think I turned my ankle a little, but it will be…” Before she could finish he had hushed her and moved within the confines of the back seat so he could look at it.  There was a slight color to it, maybe just redness, and it was a little swollen.  “When we get to the compound, don’t argue with me carrying you. Okay?”  His brows rose in expectancy of an answer as he lifted his head just enough to look at her.

She nodded, not in the mood for a fight with a man who just literally saved her life.  Confusion was awash over Riona’s face though, she did not understand him, “why are you doing this if you’re just going to kill me?  You don’t have to be so nice. I’m sure Mircea isn’t paying you for your politeness, he never is.” Her voice was shaky, she wasn’t even going to try to hide how confused and scared she was.

A devious smirk crossed his face, “because, I’m not going to kill you and you are not going back to him.”  It would sink into her mind eventually.  He knew it would, at the moment, the trauma of the last few days, plus running through a literal firefight had her adrenaline running high and who knew fast her thoughts were flying.

His answer left Riona dumbstruck as she stared at him, brows drawn together and mouth slightly agape.   She was left more and more confused by the man who had just rescued her from the basement.   Who was he, really?  Obviously her husband had not hired him from everything he kept saying, so who had?  What did that mean for the future?  Nothing was making sense.  He wasn’t Maribioli, he wasn’t Kalavati, was a third clan involved?  How big of a war HAD Mircea started?

Finally she broke the silence, "what are you going to do to me?"  Curiosity got the better of her when he shared nothing more, but she could not keep the fear out of her voice.  Her light green eyes stayed on him, trying to figure out the man that she could now see was dressed in an all black suit that was obviously tailored for him and expensive.   Her husband's wardrobe having given her plenty of experience with both.

"That depends on you, Riona." Caliban answered, knowing she was studying him and not minding as he folded his hands in his lap.   It was not the first or last time he would fall under a scrutinizing gaze from her in the coming days, he was sure.  "You would truly rather die than go back to your husband?" A heavy brow rose as he waited to see her response. What had this woman endured at Mircea Kalavati’s hand?

Riona felt her heart stop and ice fill her veins.  He had lied to her, she was being returned.  "So, you are taking me back to him?"  She should have let them shoot her in that house. Her head whipping right and left, her hair fanning out, she tried to look for the locks on the back doors where they were.  She had to get out, but saw none and trying the handle did nothing. She started trying all of the buttons on the door trying to get one to open the door to get out.

The abject panic that he was witnessing surprised Caliban.  He had not anticipated her to react in such a way to the question.  It solidified his decision that back to Mirceea was the last place that Riona Kalavati was going to go, nor was she going to be killed.  As far as he and his men were concerned, she was dead, and that is how she would stay.

"No." One word spoken calmly,  and Caliban swore that Riona about fully collapsed into the floor, as Caliban gently reached over and took her hand off of the door.  Killing a woman who had led to the deaths of multiple people and betrayed her marriage was one thing. When the target was a woman who obviously had suffered greatly, he wouldn't take the job.  Now though, it was something more, something worse. 

Gently he took a different hold on her hand and pulled her over closer to him, shrugging off his suit coat to drape it around her shoulders.  She was shaking, literally, and he was worried she was going into physical, if not mental, shock.  "I'm sorry to report that when we raided the Maribioli house that you were being held hostage in that you were found dead in the basement when we were finally able to breach it, and the fire that started after we had entered made it impossible to retrieve your body without endangering our lives.  Mircea will just have to take my and one of my men’s words that we witnessed your very dead body with a bullet wound to the temple."  His arm draped around her shoulders to pull her protectively against him. He felt a dampness start against his chest, she was crying.

"For today, I'm going to have someone look at that ankle and your cheek.  If you have other injuries, please mention them to the medic.  I want everything that has happened to you attended to." He felt a nod from her.  "You'll be fed and someone will get you clean clothes.   There will be a guest suite given to you, but you'll be guarded.  Don't make their job difficult please.  This is for your own safety, not everyone in the mansion you are in is aware you are coming and who you are.  Wandering around could put you in danger.  Just talk to the man outside of the door if you need anything and don’t make his life hard, please.  I ask this favor in return for everything."  It would be the only thing he would ask in return.  The woman owed him nothing as far as he was concerned.  Her husband’s money was payment for freeing her, and he considered Riona Kalavati truly dead.  Who the woman next to him would become was up to her.

"I…I won't." Riona replied, still half in shock from everything Caliban had just shared.  She was almost afraid to believe anything he was saying.  She was so used to Mircea’s treatment that what was happening now felt like a trap.  There wasn’t much she could do.  It was rarely smart to argue with armed men who had already started the day by killing people.

Caliban kept his volume low, just loud enough to be heard over the rumble of the road and the soft whush of the car’s ventilation system.  The woman was still terrified, not that he could blame her after all she’d been through, so he focussed on also making sure to keep his tone as comforting as possible. "Once you've had a chance to bathe, change, and eat then we will talk about what the future holds for you.  I promise you will not be harmed while in my compound as long as you don't try to escape or fight my people.  Can you do that for me, Riona?"  His mind was still turning every possibility over for the future.  Not killing her left him few options, but he was not going to abuse her as Mircea had.  That was not the type of man he was, it never had been.  None of his men were like that.  They were far from saints, but women and children were not something they messed with until, or unless, the women entered the business side of things.  

Riona nodded her head as more tears started to fall.  She wasn't sure which frightened her more: Mircea being kind before the abuse or the kindness of this stranger not knowing what he wanted in return, no matter what he said.

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