cage of gold

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Red Queen Aesthetic : Coriane Jacos

“They hated her because we were from a low house, because we didn’t have strength or power or any other silly thing those people uphold. And when my sister became queen, she threatened to change all that. She was kind, compassionate, a mother who could raise Cal to be the king this country needed to unite us all. A king who wouldn’t be afraid of change. But that never came to be.”

All the Little Horses Part 5

Week 12

   If you haven’t already had the pleasure, it’s likely that at this month’s checkup you’ll finally hear your baby’s fetal heartbeat — a sound that will make your heart race with joy! For some women, right about now, a possible side effect of uterine growth is what your OB-GYN would call round ligament pain. Basically, they are pregnancy growing pains  that feel like achy or sharp pains on one or both sides of the abdomen. You may be wondering too whether your feelings about making love are normal. Try to go with the flow. Your partner may be entranced by your ripening breasts and belly, but, his eager eyes (and hands) may be the last things you want to feel on your body right now.

     (/Mare/)

      I shifted in the small, plastic chair in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. Cal sat next to me, pretending to flip through a magazine to hide how uncomfortable he was with the silence around us. We had tried to get an appointment early in the morning so that we could enjoy the rest of the day, but that had turned out to be a very big mistake. First off, waking up had been a disaster for me, and now, we were the only people in the waiting room besides the receptionist behind the check-in counter, who was popping her gum every few seconds and typing on her computer. We had arrived early on purpose, since it was our first appointment. When we had walked up to the checkin counter though, both of us nervous bundles of energy, the receptionist had rolled her eyes, popped her gum, and told us that the doctor wasn’t in yet.

       She had told us that we could either wait in the office, or go back downstairs to the little cafe and wait there. I had made an executive decision at that point and had sat down in one of the many plastic chairs along the wall. Cal had followed suit, and the two of us had sat in silence for ten minutes. 

           I wiggled in the seat again though, running my fingers along the pain in my side that came when I stretched my midsection. It had started last week at the base of my hip and crept up my stomach and to the other side. It was agonizing by the end of the day normally, but right now, it felt like my abdomen was just sore. Next to me, Cal glanced up from his magazine and then whispered, “Do you want to ask her about that?”

      “I told you Cal, it’s just growing pains.” I murmured as I massaged the area softly. At least, I hoped it was growing pains, the pregnancy book I had bought told me it was. I wasn’t sure what else it could be, other than that. Cal had been worrying though, it seemed that was all he was really doing lately, ever since it had started to show exactly what was happening inside of my body at the moment. 

      I smiled to myself though as I thought about it, and stretched out my leg to toe one of the toys that was scattered across the floor. The piece rolled and rattled softly as I did so, and Cal glanced at me again, this time with a raised brow. When we had first been dating he had told me that sometimes I reminded him of a child when I couldn’t sit still. I’d kicked him under the table multiple times that night after that comment, but he’d never taken it back. Apparently he was thinking the same thing now too. 

      The nurse leaned away from the desk then and said something to someone who had come in, and then poked her head out to look at us. “She’s here if you two want to go back.”

       She blew another bubble with her gum, which popped loudly, shattering the silence. Cal was already up though, tossing the magazine down, and offering me a hand that I turned down as I rose. He wiped his palms on the legs of his jeans and grabbed my bag for me instead. Honestly, he was more excited about this than I was.

       He opened the door for me, and I gave him a look before whispering, “Slow down cowboy, you’re not going to see anything special on the ultrasound.”

      “We’re going to see the baby, that’s all that matters.” He said with a boyish grin. Rolling my eyes at his response, I ducked into the back offices, where a young woman was washing her hands in a sink. She glanced up and smiling widely at us, she offered her hand and said, “Doctor Wallace, you can call me Ada though. You two must be the early risers.” She chuckled softly and I took her hand, shaking it, before smiling and replying, “We thought we’d get it over with early.”

       Cal took her hand tightly and shook it eagerly, receiving a laugh from her and wink as she said, “Well one of you is certainly excited.”

       Smiling sheepishly, Cal withdrew his hand and nudged me to say, “Mare said this was a big appointment.”

        “It should be, Jackie told me that this is your first.” Ada said with a bright smile before gesturing for us to follow her. She glanced at us over her shoulder and winking she chuckled, “Running a little late in that department you two.”  

    I stepped in behind her, laughing around my nerves as we followed her down the white hallways, past a bank of windows that showed the traffic of downtown New York below.

    She opened a door down the way, and held it open for us as we entered. I hesitated in the doorway, suddenly uncertain. What if something was wrong with the baby, what if she saw it and told us that we would have to start treatments for a defect? What if the baby wasn’t healthy and she told me that I was going to lose it?

        Cal set his hand on my lower back softly, and then gave me a nudge forward since I had paused a little too long in the doorway. I shook myself out and stepped into the room, glancing around warily at all the equipment. Ada gave me another smile, and gestured to the examination table. “Your welcome to sit anywhere while we talk and get your file started, but sooner or later your going to be on the table.”

      I crossed to the room, thanking her, before sitting on the table, while Cal sat next to me. His foot started bouncing immediately, he was already ecstatic just to be here. My hands closed into fists on my thighs though, and I felt my stomach turn. It wasn’t the typical morning sickness feeling that I had been dealing with for the past few weeks. This  feeling was more along the lines of I was going to throw up because I was nervous as hell. 

     Ada pulled her stool over to us, and flipping through her clipboard she asked, “So Doctor Oswald put conception at about 12 weeks ago, is that right?”

     “I was 5 weeks when I found out, at least, that’s what she said.” I whispered. The room was freezing, was it supposed to be this cold? Maybe I should have brought a jacket, I figured it was warm enough that I could only wear a t-shirt today.

        Ada nodded and wrote something down before tapping her pencil on her lips. “Have you noticed anything unusual about yourself lately?”

      “Besides the fact that I’ve gained six or seven pounds in three weeks and constantly throw up?” I deadpanned, and she at least had the grace to laugh. I relaxed a little bit as she shook her head and replied, “More unusual than that, strange bumps in strange places, maybe you’ve run a fever a lot?”

       I shook my head and she smiled as she wrote something down and murmured, “Good, good.”

      A few seconds later, after she had read through her notes again she said, “Well, from what I hear you’ve already experienced the terrible blues of morning sickness, and you should be experiencing some growing pains if you put that much weight on.” She said with a gentle laugh before setting her clipboard aside. I threw a superior look at Cal, who shrugged at the fact that I had been right the whole time. Ada seemed to miss the look and rising from her stool, she said, “Why don’t you follow me and we’ll do a weigh in. Doctor Oswald gave me a starting weight for you from your last visit with her.”

      I rose slowly and Cal offered me a smile as I followed Ada out of the room and into the hallway again.

      We returned a few minutes later and Ada wrote down my numbers before turning and clasping her hands together. “Alright, I think it’s time.”
       Cal straightened up immediately, and his foot began tapping even quicker agasint the floor, practically shaking the whole chair. Ada rolled the machine up next to me and smiling sweetly, she whispered, “Are you ready?”

       Nodding slowly, I settled back to look up at the ceiling. Cal grabbed my hand immediately, and I realized how clammy my hand felt in his. He gave me a worried smile before pressing a light kiss to my temple. I leaned into his touch for a moment and whispered, “What if something’s wrong?”

     “She doesn’t seem to think anything’s wrong.” Cal replied in an equally soft whisper, almost avoiding my question entirely. Ada was speaking to me, but I could only look over Cal’s shoulder slightly, lost in my worries. She might not know something is wrong until she looks at the ultrasound. She hadn’t even run any tests. Something could still be wrong and she could miss it, only to tell us when it was too late to fix it. 

I felt her lift my shirt slightly, and I gripped Cal’s hand tightly as all out panic set in. He smiled down at me though, his eyes dancing as he looked back to Ada, who was chatting idly about something.

    “This is going to be a little cold,” She announced before placing the gel over my stomach. I fliched at the cold as she pushed the head of the ultrasound against my skin. The tip was freezing and I shivered as she maneuvered it across my skin, purposely turning my head away from the monitor. A few seconds later though, Cal exhales softly, and then whispers, “Oh Mare, you have to look, love.”

     I peeked over my shoulder at the monitor and felt my heart squeeze. The image blinked in out as Ada tried to line up the monitor, and eventually she caught the perfect angle. My heart seemed to freeze in my chest before it leaped into action again and swelled in joy. There it was, there was our baby. It was so tiny, so little, and looked oddly like a bean, sitting inside a pool black. I couldn’t imagine it growing bigger and eventually being outside of me though. How would I protect it, how would I keep it safe from all the horrible people in the world? 

      Smiling down at me, Ada reached her other hand out and asked, “Do you want to hear something special?”

      I nodded and she pressed a small button on the monitor, and instantly we could hear a rapid pulsing sound. Cal’s hand squeezed mine so tight that I thought he would cut off all circulation to my fingers. I glanced up at him and saw that he had adapted that boyish grin again, the only difference was that his eyes were misty as he whispered, “Oh… Mare…it’s so beautiful.”

     I felt my own heart race with joy, but underneath it, I felt the same fears. Our baby was so tiny, so innocent, and so defenseless, how could I possibly defend it?

     (////)

      Later that night, I stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a loose shirt that hung down to the middle of my thighs. Cal was sitting in the bed, staring intently down at the ultrasound. He’d stared at it from the moment we had walked back into the apartment after running a few more errands. He honestly hadn’t stopped looking at it. He’d analyzed every inch of it, from the size of the baby’s head, to where the arms probably were.

Watching him intently, I sank onto the foot of the bed and then swung my feet up and underneath me so that I was sitting on my heels. Cal glanced at me before saying, “Can you believe how big it’s getting? I mean, we’re already three months in, and-”

      I crawled up the bed to him and slowly pulled the image out of his hands,  before setting it on the nightstands and settling my hips on top of his. He blinked up at me in surprise before resting his hand on my hip and asking me with a raised brow, “What are you doing?” 

      “Nothing.” I purred as I leaned forward to press a light kiss against the base of his jaw. He relaxed at the touch, and then slipped his hand down to cup my backside and pull me closer to him. I smiled against his neck and nipped at his skin softly, letting him know that I liked him touching me there. He pressed his lips into my neck in response, and slowly, I looped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. He dragged my shirt up as he ran his hands up my back, his fingers like fire on my skin. I growled lovingly in his ear and ground my hips against his, feeling him swell with pleasure underneath me. I sighed heavily against his skin and pressed a light kiss into his neck as he brought his hands around to my front. His fingers danced along my stomach for a moment, and the sensation was extremely odd. I shivered at the feeling, and pulled away a little bit. Cal smiled though, completely entranced as he slowly laid me back and pushed my shirt up to my ribcage. His lips followed his hands, tracing the mound of my stomach as he whispered sweet nothings against my skin. 

I should have known the whole thing was a mistake, but we were both so caught up in the moment that neither of us had really considered the consequences of the rapid changes my body had gone through so far. He reached up and squeezed my breast and I let out a cry of pain and pulled away, practically scrambling out from underneath him  as I wrapped my arms around myself and curled into a little ball.

    “Mare! Oh my god Mare, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know!” Cal cried as he tried to reach out to touch me. I pulled away though and through gritted teeth, I hissed, “No, no, that was my fault, I thought it would be okay.” 

     He tentatively set his hand on my arm and whispered, “I’m guessing any form of touching is off limits until the baby’s here?”

      I nodded, and then groaning, I rolled onto my back and cried, “This is some sick cosmic joke!” 

     Cal only laughed in response.

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Seeing how so many people stuff their hamster in small cages is so depressing :( 

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Russian Dwarfhamster

Syrian hamster or better known as goldhamster.

Chinese Hamster:

These can be kept with 2 at a time, of the same gender !!! And only if they have known each other for a while:

Roborovski or Robo. AKA fast motherfuckers.

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Campbelli

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A dwarf hamster (russian and roborovski) need at least 50 centimeters long and 30 centimeters width cage. 


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Here are a few examples of good cages for syrian hamster:

The Ferplast Mary. A favorite among hamster owners.

The Alaska cage. Cheap and perfect.

Hamster Heaven 80. Cute as hell. And the 30 cm wheel fits perfectly.

GOOD CAGES FOR DWARFHAMSTERS:

The good old Duna:

The Duna Fun:

An old terarrium:

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Teach me how to dance with you (800 followers!)

Originally posted by andwebegin

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: ANGST, little bit of fluff, talk of miscarriage.

Word count: 2.222 (hell yeah)

Summary: Steve’s away for another mission and you fall apart. There’s a secret that has been weighing on your shoulders for way too long and you have no idea how much longer you can keep it from Steve.

A/N: 800 FREAKING FOLLOWERS OMG!

A/N without the caps: This is part one to a very random series of mine. It’s based on the song “Teach me how to dance with you” by Causes.

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My homage to CLAMP’s minimalist sci-fi masterpiece, Clover!

I love the non-linear narrative, the way it hints at a vast and rich world with so few words and lines, and the patented CLAMP tragedy that they do so well.  This comic has haunted me for years and it felt good to exorcise it a bit with this painting!  Also I’m pleased because I drew huge CLAMP dudes.

(you can get a print here!)

Hello, Baby. Part 1.

This is my first story, ever. So please be honest. I went kind of light on the smut and language. Just kind of wanted to get a feel for it. 
Im sorry its so long.
I love having details in stories and having the back story, so i just ran with it. 


Let me know what you love & hate.


You start walking home from a long night at work, thankfully you only live a couple of blocks away. But no matter what, you always walk past HIS club, morning or night. You just want to be able to see what everyone talks about. 

You want to see the green hair, the cool white skin that sends chills down your spine when you imagine it, and clear ocean blue eyes that you can see yourself melting in. You feel your heart rate increase just thinking about him. You were drawn to a man you have never met, have never even seen.

 You know if you could just afford to get in his club, you could see him. Touch him. You can feel the warmth between your legs grow as you think of running your hands all over him. It feels like the people around you can hear what you are thinking. You put your head down and head home. 

 You toss and turn as most nights when he is on your mind. The morning comes quick and you wake up unrested. Time to get ready for work. Your long black hair is tied up in a tight bun on top of your head. A light foundation, blush, mascara and a light purple lipstick. One last glance in the mirror before you turn and lock your door behind you. 

You start your walk to work and find yourself in front of his club again. Like it should surprise you. 

It is so mysterious. The outside is dingy and dark other than the double green doors and a tilted J at the top of the building. There are huge windows across the entire second floor and from seeing it morning and night they must be tinted or mirrored because you can never see in. You straighten yourself up as your mind has wondered far now and get back to your routine. 

Work is a small dinner; you never make much and rarely make any tips, but this job keeps a roof over your head so you keep the job until something better comes along. Your shift seemed to go by quickly, there were many people that came in from out of town. A huge smile starches over your face when you see the tip money tonight, rarely does this happen, but when people make this place their rest stop, the money is nice. You count it out evenly between you and the cook, you smile and say your goodbyes and head home.

 You were going out tonight! 

As soon as you get home, you throw off your clothes as fast as you can. You shower, wash your hair and shave everybody part you would want him near. The thought makes you tremble a little. Trying to calm your nerves you tell yourself ‘maybe he won’t be there tonight of all the nights I decide to go.’ You straighten your hair, letting it fall down to the small of your back looking like black silk. You find a tight black dress and some bright red heels that would match your lipstick. You spritz perfume on your collarbones and inside your wrists. You give yourself a small pep talk before heading out. “He will be there and I WILL meet him. Ugh, how badly I’ wanted this! I can do this. Be mysterious. And don’t drink. Well, don’t drink a lot.“ 

You walk up to the green doors and realize there are gold specs all over the door. The J at the top is lit up in purple that is so bright it almost hurts to look at. You hand the guy at the front door the cash. He looks at you questionably and you think he’s not going to let you in. 
He asks “you alone?”
Your voice is quiet from being nervous and taken aback. ‘Is this guy hitting one me right now?!’ you think to yourself
“Um, yes.” Your voice squeaks at the end.
He nods and let’s you in. ‘Weird’ you say under your breath. 

 It’s beautiful inside, huge chandeliers; elegant cage dancers, gold and purple cover the club so tastefully. It is far from what you expect a club to look like, it is well lit, almost like a dewy gold lighting. The dance floor is packed and it reaches all the way to the bar. Everyone seems happy or drunk, or both. Quickly you scan to the upstairs, more freaking Windows. 'I can’t see a damn thing!’ Frustrated, you head to the bar.
“One shot of any kind of vodka” 

You are stuck watching the cage dancers, glitter all over them; their hair is up like it’s in some sort of fashion show that no one would ever wear on a normal basis. They move effortlessly. The way the lighting hits their bodies and the glitter it almost makes them seem unreal. You immediately wonder how close they get to him. You shift in your seat trying to get the thought out of your head.

One of the girls gets off her platform, a large man in an all black tuxedo escorts her. 'Screw this, who the hell knows when I’ll get back in here!’ You say to yourself. You order another shot. You make your way through the crowd. You ask the guy next to the cage to help you get inside it.                                       “Do you work here!?” He asked “No I don’t. I…” You trail off thinking how crazy you seem right now. 
He brings you back from your thoughts,
“Do you want a death wish then?!” His eyes are wide.                                        
“I know what I do want. Him” ‘I just said that aloud. Yep, he heard me. Yes, I am crazy. Crazy for a man I have never even seen!’ You are screaming at yourself in embarrassment. 'What the hell am I doing!’ Runs through your mind for a split second. Too late, he pushes you up in the cage.
“Your funeral.”           

 You panic at first. People are starting to notice. There is a lump in your throat “Now or never, right!”                                              
You start moving your hips, your arms above your head, you let loose. You actually are having fun; you really let go and kept thinking how grateful you are for having rhythm. For a second you actually forgot about him. Only a second. You body sways with the music.                              
‘Time to shine baby!’ You are not sure if that’s you talking or the vodka. You drop down and slowly lift your ass facing the windows hoping that he is there, watching. You realize the man in the black tuxedo is opening the cage reaching for your hand.        
“Don’t make this difficult.” His voice is low and serious. You understand, you feel a rush of emotions flood you as he helps you out. You’re being thrown out and you didn’t even get a glimpse of him. The man takes you firmly by the arm, being gentle at the same time. He leads you away from the front door. Your heart feels heavy, almost broken. He brings you to an elevator and pushes you in before him. 

This is not out. A smirk comes across your face. The elevator opens up, it’s almost like another club up here. Definitely VIP, or people that do not want to be seen here. It’s a lot darker, a lot more secluded areas. Of course more cage dancers. As soon as the doors open all eyes are on you. 

You flush red. 'Shit.’ You keep your head high acting as if you are ok, even though your insides are screaming and wanting to vomit. You walk past the first section of people, second and third section as well… There is a thick purple curtain that is touches the roof as well as the floor. Your heart is racing. You feel almost like a surge of ecstasy has run through your veins. The man in black opens it up only enough for him to see inside.                                             “She’s here boss. Where do you want her?”                                                  
Your heart is pounding and you are sure the man next to you can hear it. Little does he know it is out of excitement, fear is the last thing on your mind right now. He looks at you and nods you in                                                            
“Mr. J would like to speak with you.”                                                                   'Mr. J’ you say repeatedly in your mind. You walk behind the curtain and the man is fast to close it shut behind you. 

 He is real. He is right here. Right in front of you. Right now. 

His back is to you and he’s looking into the club from the windows. His hair perfectly in place and bright green. You just want to run your fingers through it. The thought sends a warm chill through your legs. His pale skin drawing you in, the lights from the club giving him a sense of warmth. He turns to face you, still across the room, but you feel his eyes scan over you as you do the same to him. He is gorgeous. Your knees feel weak. There isn’t a single imperfection on him. He is better than any image you could of pictured.                                “Well, well, well, well.“ 

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

He walks towards you. He is standing so close to you. You now notice the smaller tattoos on his face, his jaw line, the scars, the jewelry, the details on his coat, his scent. Oh, how he smelled. He smelled of cologne, sweat and power. It’s was intoxicating. Your eyes were trying to devour him, making sure you didn’t miss a single detail on him. He noticed.                                             
"Slow down.” His voice low,  
Your eyes snapped up and met his. He reached up and pushed hair behind your ear. His touch soft and cool. A strong shiver took course of your entire body. You wanted to reach up and touch him, you knew he probably wouldn’t like that and you don’t even know what side you are on with him.                                     “Did you enjoy yourself out there?” His eyes intense.                                         “I-I did.”                                                                                                     “Mmmm” he growled softly                                                                               “Do you go into a restaurant and just head to the kitchen and start cooking?” His stare was starting to burn but you couldn’t look away. You don’t want to seem weak, even if you were ready to pass out.                                             “No, I don’t.”                                                                                        
“Interesting. Why did you see that tonight’s performance was welcomed?”     He walked to his desk and gestured me to sit in the chair in front of him.        
“I-I just wanted to have fun, forget about… Everything.” You hope that sounds convincing as you take a seat in the cold leather chair.                                   “Are you sure? Don’t lie to me. I hate, hate, hate liars.”                                 “Well, I also wanted to…” You trail off and look away.                                      
His voice is frustrated now. “Darling, you can come into my club, take one of my cages and dance for all sorts of people, but you can’t tell me why. You will not keep my patience long. Try again.”                                                                 “I wanted to see you!!” You almost yell.                                                               He doesn’t seem bothered by what I said, nor does he seem to care.           “Why, why would you want to come pay a visit to the Clown Prince?”             You figure you are here might as well just tell him the truth. He will either let you live or kill you.                                                                                                    
“I-Im … I think im obsessed with you.”                                                              
He shoots you a sharp look and walks behind the chair your in. It takes everything in you to not let your eyes follow him. You can feel him so close to you.                                                                                                                    
He whispers in you ear “Obsessed?”                                                              
He moves the hair away from your shoulder and neck. He leans in even closer. You are able to feel his lips on your ear as he speaks.  
“Obsessed. Mine. Mine. Mine.”                                                                         You tried hard to not let him see how he affected you, but you were wet. He ran his cool hands up and down the sides of your arms and softly kissed your neck. “Answer me this Doll, have we met before? Do you even know who I am? What I am capable of?”                                                                                                
“I have never met you, I have lost sleep over you. Clown Prince, as you said before. Yes, I do. I figure I might as well be honest now. You will either kill me or let me live, but either way at least I was able to see you.” You keep your voice soft. You can feel that he is still close behind you.                                             He begins to rub your shoulder in a good way; it almost does help you relax but it not helping the fact that you are still wet. He reaches down and starts leaving small bites in your shoulder and neck, you cant help but let out a moan.   “That’s what I wanted to hear Darling.”                                                          
With that he reaches his hands down the front of your dress taking each breast in his hands. Your nipples are hard and he has his thumbs working them. You keep letting out soft moans, hoping this isn’t a tease.                                            
“Tell me, how is that?”                                                                                      
You let out a moan that is louder “Don’t stop. It feels so good!”                      
He takes one hand out and begins to reach up your dress.                         “Ahhhh, you have been waiting patiently.” He says as his fingers run up and down your slit. 

“Uh, Boss?” You forgot you were at his club. The voice pulls you out from your trance for a brief second.

“Moan for me.” He whispers in your ear.                                                          
He doesn’t stop, and neither do you. You keep moaning as his fingers circle your clit.
“Yes Jay!” he says sharply                                                                            
“Your business is here. What would you like me to tell them sir?”                
“That my hands are busy!!” his voice is full of sarcasm and switches back to serious in an instant. “Send them up in 3 minutes.”                                           He rams 3 of his fingers in you. Your back arches and your hands reach up to find his shoulder.
You dig your nails deep into his skin and you can hear him growl. “That’s a good girl.”  
You cum on his fingers and he licks them “So sweet darling.”                                The room is still spinning and you are trying to find your breath when he tells you “Get under my desk doll. You pass this and I might take you home with me.”                                                                                                                   You do as your told, your mind begins to race as you think you know where this is going. He sits in his chair and you can see the massive bulge in his pants. “Send them in boss?”                                                                                       “Yes Jay, send them in!” He responds quickly                                                       You take that as your cue. You start to unzip his pants as he tells them to take a seat. His dick is big. You let the spit build up in your mouth as your run your hand all over him. You can hear the other men talking but you aren’t paying attention to the words, just focusing simply on his reactions. You slowly take the tip and swirl your tongue around it, he reaches down and squeezes your arm. You keep doing it, adding more into your mouth until you cant fit anymore. You can see his eyes close almost all the way in pleasure while he keeps his focus on business. You grip the base as you nod your head up and down on him keeping your hand in sync. He grabs the back of your hair and you feel him tense, you push him as far back in your throat as you can and he lets go. He lifts your head up under the desk to look at you and nudges your mouth open with his thumb, you open up showing him what he wants to see. 

Originally posted by murderous-manipulative-angel

He bites his lip and lets a grin appear on his face. You swallow. 

The voices of the men in the room sound nervous. He nudges you from under the desk to come up. A small sense of panic sets in as well as a rush of excitement. He scoots his chair back and you can hear the men in the room shift.                                                                                                             “Excuse me men, this darling here seems to need some fresh air.”                 You get up, lightly resting your hand in his lap and he lets out a small grunt. He pulls you by the waist and sets you down in his lap. The men in the room try to not let their expressions show.                                                                       “Now say hello to my Doll here.” The men all give off weak hellos.               “Nice to meet you guys!” you say with a bit of pep.                                        
You have no idea where that even came from. He smiles at you and gives you a slap on your ass                                                                                            
“Now let me finish this up and we can head home, ok baby doll?”                
You wink at him and leave the curtain. The man in the black tuxedo is right there, grabs you by the arm gently, and has you sit in the chair by him.         “You must be Jay.”                                                                                              He nods.                                                                                                          
“So friendly! I am Katrina.” You are on could 9 right now and your voice and attitude show it.                                                                                             “Don’t get too comfortable.” That’s all he says with a stern voice.                     “Is this nor….” 

You cover your ears from the sounds of gunshots and Jay has your chair pushed in a corner with him in front of you. Jay’s composure is calm yet protective, everyone else is calm as well. You are so confused.                           “What the hell just happened?! Is he ok? Should you go check on him?! Let me go see him!!” your heart sinks. You can feel your eyes start to water.
‘I just got to meet him. I felt so good with him. Why!’ you kept asking yourself question after question. It felt like hours went by but it had only been a few minutes.
“Where is she?!” His voice is loud but emotionless                                         “Got her right here boss.”                                                                                
You push Jay out of the way and run at him, you wrap your arms around his neck.                                                                                                             
“What happened! Are you ok?!” Your voice is shaky                                          
“I am fine doll, this is business. This is what I do. What I am capable of.”         He pulls you off him and sits you down and he paces in front of you. The others up there try not to look but are definitely listening.                                               “I don’t love. Never will. I will never love you. You are merely a thing, possession, possibly an obsession one day. I can live without you, I do not need you. Do you understand that? I am not a fairy tale. You cross me and I will kill you. I am a businessman, not a family man. Do you get that baby doll?” His voice is stern, almost angry.                                                                             “Yes. I have no intention on changing you.” Your try to keep your voice strong but there are hints on weakness across your face.                                            
“If I choose you, IF I choose you. If I choose you. Baby this life ain’t easy. Like I said, I don’t need you. However, if I choose you, you will be mine. Is that clear?” He is so hard to read. His face says one but his voice says another and you can’t tell which one he is hiding behind.                                                         “Yes.”                                                                                                                 “Jay pull the car around.” He reaches for your hand and you take it.             Once you are up, he places his hand at the small of your back and leads you to the elevator. ‘What did I just do?’ You keep asking yourself. He puts his jacket around your shoulders as you exit the club. Jay pulls up in a black unmarked car. He opens the door for you both and he lets you in first. Your mind and emotions are having a hard time finding a balance. It is not silent long.         “You can call me Mr. J, or J for short. Usually you have to earn those names baby doll, but you did one hell of a job in my office.” He gives off a smirk as if he is having a flashback.                                                                                
“Ok, Mr. J.” you reply with a full smile on your face.                                    
“What shall I call you darling?”                                                                   “Katrina or Kat, since I think you earned that.” You say it with such sarcasm. “Oh. Kat.” There was a small pause. “Daddy doesn’t think you have earned enough to back talk me.”                                                                               Before I could say anything Mr. J slapped me across the face. I could taste blood. I could feel my eyes well up from shock and pain. Before I could even speak again we pulled up to his place. 

Similar to his club it was very dark and dingy on the outside. It almost looked vacant, but im sure the inside would say otherwise. Mr. J opens the door and extends his hand, I take it. I’m not sure if it was out of fear or because I was still so confused. He brings me to his side and we walk inside. His hand never leaving my back. His place is perfect. High ceilings with big, beautiful chandeliers. Bright white marble floors covered the entire house; the décor was rich and warm but still felt like him.                                                               “You’ll be sleeping in my bed, is that a problem?”                                           “Not at all Mr. J.” You reply.                                                                                   He reaches for your face and you flinch a little. He ignores it.                     “Come here.” he says he walks toward the bedroom.                                      
“Ill be right back, do not move.” He went to go turn and stopped at the door. “Are you forgetting to say something Kat?” His voice is neutral, like he is tired. “Sorry. Yes, Mr. J”                                                                                              
He turns and keeps walking. He comes back a few moments later with an ice back and a purple towel.                                                                           “Change into this, we will get your clothes and everything else in the morning ok baby?”                                                                                                     “Thank you Mr. J” You slip off the little black dress and slip on the shirt he gave you. He lets out a small growl and you feel in in your bones. ‘How can someone that just slapped me make me weak with just a noise?’ You brush off your own thoughts. You glance up at Mr. J and his eyes are fixed on you.                         “Is everything ok Mr.J, did I do something wrong?”                             “Absolutely not baby. You are just on hell of a sight.” He sounds tired now.   “May I get in bed Mr. J?”                                                                             “Please do.” His eyes still glued to you.                                                          
You lay down and face inward. Your face still felt like it had a heart beat from where he slapped you. He brushes your hair out of your face and places the ice pack wrapped in a towel gently on the side of your face. You wince at the pressure. You look at him and he looks as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. A few moments pass by and your eyes are closing.                       “Good night my sweet.” He says as he kisses my forehead, still holding the ice pack on my face.

 “Good night Mr. J.”

Torch of Bellona (Part 1)

Originally posted by ivartheboneles

Author: Wristic

Pairing: Eventual Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: You’re kind of a jerk

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Being a trouble maker has been your greatest thrill so far in your short life. Youngest daughter to King Aelle you spend whatever little idle time you can get tormenting your nephew Alfred and spying on King Ecbert’s court. This particular day proved far more fruitful than you could have ever imagined.


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hey and welcome to the Quidditch sisterhood, please shave your head and take off at least one piece of underwear xoxo

I got… super super impatient to post this and therefore it hasn’t even been read through four times! Which is usually my minimum. fuq it. featuring lesbian draco/harry, and then loads of other relationships I’m not going to bother to write here because it would take too long. @lears @dddraconis @pleasantboat lol this is 7200 words xxxx (((I will also put this on ao3 where it will be easier to read, so stay tuned for a link 4 that)))

LONDON

The last of the horrors that had been lurking in the attic of Grimmauld Place had been banished about half an hour ago, leaving only the more general, non-horror items, of which there weren’t many, along with a lot of dust and approximately one thousand spiders. Ron had been fine, up to a point, just going all stiff and weird every time he saw one, and shuddering occasionally like he wanted to shake his skin off. 

Then Ginny had let a huge, creeping thing crawl across her bare, freckled arm and he’d gone pale, paler than usual, and swore at her a bit before leaving. Hermione had stayed for a little longer, clambering over the faded furniture with her sleeves rolled up, banishing dead bats and a gold cage and a dull-looking clock that had seemed harmless enough until it had started whispering at them.

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School for Scoundrels

Crazy: Parts of this actually sound exactly like the Luke Cage score. It’s kind of perfect.

He don’t know I call him the teacher
He had hard lessons for the kid
I could offer you true hell, he put me under the same spell
He lied and he stressed me out

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