#I wish I could explain my thought process

[yuunarii-arii]

ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ 'ɴ ʙɪɢ ʙᴀʙɪᴇꜱ...

BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR MY DARLING, KORE! 🥳 (@dhazefawn)

PAIRING: Mattheo Riddle x Reader SUMMARY: All your focus is on your DC scrapbook and your boyfriend demands attention.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k TW: Clingy Mattheo, maybe ooc, mediocre writing- TT Author's note at the end.

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Coloured papers were scattered across the room, many of them filled with holes that resembled stars and hearts. At the moment, you were attempting to make a gun shaped cut out for the 12th try; only god knew the stacks of papers you’ve gone through to finish this scrapbook. And it wasn’t just any ordinary scrapbook; it was filled with your most recent hyperfixation—except this hyperfixation happened to last years and not die down for a second.

Flipping through your creation, majority of the pages were completed, printed comic panels glued to what used to be blank papers, and doodles of your favourite characters from the DC Universe were sketched all over the book along with different quotes in cut out speech bubbles.

Of course, the lucky guy who had front row seats to view this adorable spectacle was your caring and frankly annoyed boyfriend; particularly, one who wishes to strangle every fictional man that had you enchanted because of- what? Their toned abs and tragic backstory? Doesn’t he have that already?! Or so he’d like to complain…

He couldn’t count on all fingers how many times he’d hear your sweet giggles about whoever the fuck was Jaybird and Timmy.

Was he jealous of 2D men? No. He was possessive over the love of his life, and he isn’t going to let a green eyed masked man, or some nerdy computer boy steal the attention that was so rightfully his!

But you would argue that it’s his fault, since this entire scrapbook idea started after he generously offered to take you to the muggle comic store in Hogsmeade for your birthday.

He was fully aware of your passion for superhero comics, more specifically Batman, so it was a no brainer to take you there as a surprise; the moment you entered the store you instantly scoured the aisles, Mattheo had to chase after you to keep up with your pace—which still didn’t do any good, because he somehow managed to lose you in that small modest comic store.

After peaking through several book aisles, he found you huddled in a corner amongst stacks of comics and painfully heavy concept art books by DC. Mattheo couldn’t help but adore how small you looked in your little reading bubble, your nose stuck in a newly released issue without a care in the world.

For the entirety of your stay, Mattheo sat beside you, listening to your pretty yaps about whatever came to your mind at that moment; he’d never admit it so casually, but Mattheo loved it when you rambled, maybe it was the joy and excitement in your eyes, or possibly the way your lovely lips moved forming every word, whatever it was he wanted to hear you speak for as long as he breathed.

Which takes us back to his current dilemma, you were now planting stickers along your makeshift cover as you explained to no one in particular about the process of carefully designing a scrapbook. Mattheo wasn’t sure how long you’d been working on that thing; it felt like an eternity! An eternity of being neglected by his favourite person, so Mattheo being Mattheo decided to do the only thing that’d get your attention.

He tipped toed through the jungle of papers and stickers along the floor, and in a single motion, he snatched the book from your hands, holding it away from your reach.

“Mattheo!” You squeaked, “give it back!”

“Mattheo, huh. What happened to Matty or babe?” he interrogated with the book above his head, “Have I already been replaced by your book boyfriends?”

You were taken off guard before you could even argue back; was he jealous of comic book characters? Despite trying to conceal his facial expressions, you could see a little pout on his lips contradicting the sharp gaze he held on you. Oh Mattheo… Shaking your head at the thought of him watching your arts n’ crafts like a kicked forgotten puppy.

His protests continued as he stood before you with the book far from your reach; but you had long forgotten about it. You took his cheeks in your hands and pulled him into a long passionate kiss. He instantly relaxed in your hold, bending down to your level, scrapbook lightly tossed to your bed as his arms wrapped around your middle.

You pulled away in an attempt to breath, but your very eager boyfriend chased after your lips like a man starved. He claimed your lips while leading you to your bed, both of you dipping into the mattress as Mattheo towered over you, his deep dark brown eyes boring into yours. And in a split second Mattheo disappeared from your line of sight, tucking his nose in your neck, portion of his weight pressing your body into the bed as he laid on top of you.

“Matty?” You asked. ”Hm,” Mattheo couldn’t care to form a proper explanation, he finally managed to capture your attention, he’s not going to waste it.

You let a breathy sigh while stroking his hair, “you’re such a baby,” you couldn’t believe he’d been jealous of fictional characters— actually it was believable, you just didn’t expect him to act on it. Whatever you planned on saying then had dispersed from your mind as you continued to massage his head, teasing him every little bit about how this was so Jason Todd coded…

Yeah, he didn’t want to hear that…

You were ambushed with merciless tickles but by the time his attacks ceased, he began to wrap you into a cocoon with the duvet; honestly, you could have done something to stop him, but you wanted to see where this was going.

“Mattheo Riddle, what the heck are you doing-?” you were practically a wrapped burrito, he hooked his leg over you as he held onto your round frame. “Matty, let me out!” You demanded. “Shhhhh…” Shushing your persistent complaints, he loosened the duvet from you and slid your hands around him, allowing you to reciprocate his cuddling attempts.

“Honestly, if I told anyone about this, they wouldn’t even believe me.” You fathomed, “Mattheo Riddle demanding cuddles, huh.”

“Tell anyone and you will see what I’ll do to you.” Threating as he pressed himself deeper into your embrace. Anyone would’ve thought he had gone insane if they witnessed this, but it was just another Tuesday for you, and you were grateful that you were the only one to see Mattheo so vulnerable, it only made your love for him grow.

The rest of the day consisted of peaceful napping and switching between little and big spoon with your baby of a boyfriend while your little scrapbook laid amongst the rest of the mess on the ground; you’d have to clean this all up later, but it isn’t every day that Mattheo initiates innocent physical touches like this, so you’d just have to delay the tidying for a while.

He was already in a state of slumber, a constant low exhale escaped him every few seconds, his arms hooked securely around your waist, he certainly didn’t plan on letting you go, whether he was awake or unconscious. Sorry, Jason Todd, but there seems to be only one bad boy in your heart and life.

ᴛᴀɢꜱ: @theodoresvalentine (I haven't been using the taglist for awhile, sorry! 😭)

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A/N: Kinda late for a birthday gift, I know😭But I hope you enjoy it! I had to include DC in it somehow, it would be wrong if I didn't 🤭

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[viscanpikamine]

I… don’t actually have an explanation for this other than @sugaarquoted and I had this idea at 2am and it was so stupid I had to draw it…

Basically what if when Hunter says he doesn’t know who they report to he’s actually been ignoring Jusik’s calls for like three years and by the time they figure it out Jusik already left the Order

That’s it that’s the post send tweet

[lacecap]

song about something you'll never be forgiven for. beepbox link here, and a singalong under the read more :''-)

starting point "…so don't look back" i took your hand and led you astray into the light i fear i might have made a fatal mistake walk in a straight line walk in a straight line i couldn't ask i only hope that sinners are saved but in all honesty, my honor keeps me somewhat afraid walk in a straight line don't dare look behind ♫♫♫ i had a dream we tried to reach the finishing line but in the silence still the time we killed had come back to life walk in a straight line walk in a straight line the signs had merged into a single "end of the world" where every undead thing was damned to sing "esrever ni gnos a" walk in a straight line …tell me that you're fine ♫♫♫ walk in a straight line (walk in a straight line) don't dare look behind (don't dare look behind) tell me that you're fine (something that had died) you're still breathing right? (are you satisfied?) walk between the lines (how to save a life) don't dare look behind (change the ending line) reach the end this time (tell a little lie) bring me back to life… ♫♫♫ if i'd look back and held the hands that led me astray into the light i'd proudly cry "this is my final mistake" walk with me this time walk with me this time i should have asked i know the answer's somewhat cliché but was it worth the price and worth the pain? you're fading away— walk with me this time bring me back to life… if i'd look back… if i'd look back… if i'd look back… if i'd look back… if i'd look back… if you'd look--

[ldpdluvr]

these ones didn't make the cut to my villanelle x lestat post but i still like them enough to post

[o-sunny-day]

Second big project I have in mind!!!

This ones been in the ol noggin for…flips through papers at least a year.

ILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTSILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTSILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTSILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTS

I really enjoy Flowey and Papyrus’ relationship, and honestly don’t find any interpretation of it as extremely offensive cause IT IS REALLY WEIRD Some people are like Forgettable AU and others are like Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach ITS QUITE A SPECTRUM- and those are my 2 favorite Undertale fan creations so YIPPEE!!! I do not support the creator of Flowey Is Not A Life Coach btw- i found out about their other fics like months after I finished it

I think this song does it justice in the VIBE and the constant “im your friend, but im not really your friend, well actually im your only friend” LIKE THATS SO THEM NO MATTER WHAT INTERPRETATION YOU FOLLOW

im definitely gonna TRY to make at least a whole storyboard/animatic (i have no problem showing the whole plan i had cause ITS DEFINITELY OUTDATED I MADE IT A YEAR AGOEDHHDSHB)

lastly, proof that I used to fucking love they might be giants (and still do) (and that i have been thinking about this with an undertale amv for a while)

[brw]

When you refer to Tyrone as having a learning disability, what specifically are you referring to? I remember at one point it's said he's struggling academically and doesn't "get" certain subjects the way she does, and I think there was at one point a scene in Power Pack where he's having trouble reading and, uh, the youngest Power kid has to help him (though I tried to find that scene later and couldn't, so I may be misremembering or misremembering the book). I fell off reading C & D somewhere in the first few issues of Mutant Misadventures, so there might be more stuff I'm missing.

To be honest though, the way this was written and presented always felt pretty racist to me, because it was /always/ in comparison to a white character and there were /never/ any other Black characters.

Well, his teacher says he has a disability, and specifically says it makes academic achivement difficult. She could easily just be talking about his stutter and does say he's succeeding alright at classes, but her specific description of it making academic achievement difficult does make me think it's more than that.

Later on, Ty is shown as struggling in classes, specifically seeming to struggle with maths and seems to think of himself as stupid and slow, and he ends up lashing out at Tandy because of his frustration with not being as smart as her.

There's less in the modern age but I'll also mention this moment in a dream sequence where the thing that makes Ty realise he's dreaming is that in his fantasy he gets an A, which in his head is so impossible it's the one thing that snapped him back to reality.

These are the more overt descriptions of Ty struggling academically and having some kind of learning disability, but without Cloak it is a heavy subtext to most of his early depictions. Bill Mantlo is also no stranger to writing characters with intellectual disabilities, namely Nuklo from Vision and the Scarlet Witch and Laura Dean from Alpha Flight who are both described as autistic and there are some not dissimilar threads with how he depicts Ty in my opinion. While Ty is never described as autistic on panel, I do think he has some kind of nebulous/unstated learning disability alongside his stutter, because his feelings around his struggling at maths feel less "I'm slow to grasp this subject" and a lot more "I cannot understand this no matter how hard I try and it's causing me distress that I can't understand it".

And yeah, it definitely is racist, but it's weird, because I also do think this depiction was done in an effort to humanise Ty rather than just to make him "worse" than Tandy. Like, it feels very different from say, Lemar Hoskins, who was depicted for a while as illiterate and a guy who barely made it in to high school who couldn't read or write, and that definitely was done in a mean spirited, racist (to be completely fair to Gruenwald, one of the other Bold Urban Commandos, either Hector or Jerome also was depicted as illiterate too, but it's still obviously Deeply Racist) "Look how uneducated this man is", and once Lemar transitioned into a hero that element of his character has just completely disappeared, which I think ultimately is for the best.

By contrast, Ty's disability and speech impediment is used to make him a more sympathetic character? Cloak is depicted as such a non-human, strange and often demonic entity, that Ty having a stutter and a learning disability contrasts him more with Cloak and makes him seem more like Just A Kid In A Bad Situation like Tandy, as opposed to a malevolent figure, which obviously is very racist too. They almost use it as a way to make him seem more innocent or more childlike, I think, which goes hand in hand with just how different Ty is drawn vs when he's Cloak. And this depiction has it's own very obvious problems but I DO think it is a complex choice that I have kind of mixed feelings about, because the depiction and the way it is another layer to his dynamic with Tandy is Odd at the best of times and deeply racist most others, but equally, it makes him feel very real and much more layered as a character and as a person, and I think it DOES make for some very interesting storytelling decisions, that Tandy being privileged is happy to be free of being Dagger, but Ty who is black and disabled and grew up in poverty does feel a certain amount of power and self-determination with being Cloak and misses it when it's gone.

It's complicated. I don't disagree, but as with all things disability in comic books I really wish the answer to this flawed depiction had been to try and treat it more sensitively by listening to more black disabled people in how they choose to depict this character rather than just removing any vestiges of him having a speech impediment and learning disability from most modern comics.

Also re: the Katie teaching Ty to read thing WAS really odd, but it happened very shortly after Terry Austin took over writing duties and I do think he genuinely just mistook Ty's stutter for being like, unable to read or something, because he clearly reads in various previous issues so?? I dunno, it was an incredibly weird moment that didn't really get brought up again so I'm grateful for that, but again, that moment was also clearly meant to make him seem less scary and threatening, and again try to humanise him a little. Wherever or not they succeeded is a difficult question, but I do think that's a very major element of the writer's decisions to show Ty as having a learning disability.

[grape-v1nes]

HELLO! do you 🫵🏻 like Ethel Cain ???

might i suggest

MWAH

[gifti3]

MC: every time i see you, clown music starts playing

Belphie: what?

[rubra-wav]

Your headcanons about Vox were amazing! Ironically the part about where you explain how the relationship would be toxic was what caught my eye the most. I was wondering if you would elaborate on how Vox would be with a s/o who's basically a yes man, like they just want Vox to be proud of them in every way and not tarnish their reputation and stuff. Like legit, never complains and bottles up stuff for his sake, at the same time they wanna make him feel powerful and in control cuz that's how he wants to feel. BUT his s/o actually tries and prones him into not keeping a façade near them, kind of a thing "Use me however you want, I will be silent, obey and not judge you" kinda thing. I'm really curious about how that dynamic would be :3

Absolutely, I can 🙏

TW for abuse

With a submissive, yes-man partner in general: Vox would treat you as a doormat. I do not doubt that for a second. He'd use your willingness to let things slide and not call him out to just violate your boundaries, trust, etc. Even worse over time.

You've gotta threaten this man with some sort of consequences, or he's going to take advantage of and use you in every single way.

He knows how to read people to get what he wants from them, so when you just keep giving him what he wants again and again and again, he's gonna be so used to the dopamine hits he gets from you praising him and being able to exercise complete control and bad behaviour over you that he will just take it further and further because he knows you won't do anything.

And, when he sees that you are trying to make him proud of you and be good for you? He's going to absolutely use that against you to just control you farther. Would manipulate you to do what he wants using your desire for praise.

He'd use you and abuse you until you break down and inevitably snap at him - and considering through your whole relationship you haven't treated his behaviours with any sort of criticism at all and have just been feeding his ego without any directly negative response to him the whole time?

He's gonna be an absolute asshole about it.

He's insecure and extremely reactive to criticism (perceived or actual) at the best of times from a partner who calls his shit out, but you exploding after ages of letting things slide and forgiving his behaviour and building his constant need for positive attention and reinforcement the whole time? It's gonna be such a 180 that he's gonna be absolutely furious about it.

With a combination of being a yes-man and affirming him though provided he does open up to you? I'd say it might actually turn out even worse ngl.

I'm a strong believer that Vox needs love to get better, but also its gotta be tough love with hard consequences for bad behaviour, or he just will not change at all.

He would confide in you, use your willingness and encouragement of a complete lack of judgement. But also he'd use that.

You letting him unfurl all his God awful behaviours and insecurity with no judgement like at all, he's just gonna openly express said shit behaviour and not attempt to remedy it at all.

You show him that he can be absolutely vile and you won't go 'uhhh, actually that's not okay' at all, (or at least not firmly say that) and he'll see the opportunity of a lifetime to very overtly be awful.

He needs a loving partner who will not judge his real self and real concerns (to a degree) and take care of him, treat him properly.

But

He also needs someone who will not take his shit and someone to hold consequences over him when he's behaving terribly, so he actually does change and mend those abusive/toxic behaviours he's got going on.

Because he will most likely become and stay abusive towards you if otherwise, covertly or overtly.

[valentineveils]

i dont know ,. i think marcille might be my favorite dunmesh character . im never not thinking abt her

[willbyersabyss]

love making theory posts that are incomprehensible to anyone except for me

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

I LOVE your life series designs, they’re so fun and dynamic and just look awesome!!!! I really like the way you use colors (Martyn sticks out so much with his bright green and it feels so fitting) and the way you do faces and body types?? You manage to make them all look so unique and cool aaaaa!!!! (I really like them, please excuse my incoherence)

If it’s not too much to ask could you explain what different species they are? I’m especially curious about Skizz, he looks so neat

I’m so happy to hear that!! Thank you!

As for species that harder to answer, because only some of them I would say I don’t have names for the species for?? They’re just kinda themselves. Like Martyn, Scar and Scott are all basically the same thing but not in the same way that Grian is just a guy (Sorta). And Scott is unicorn coded but not a unicorn

Skizz however! Doesn’t have a name for his but he’s very demon coded the same way impulse is an actual demon. The way I did his hairline is supposed to mimic the shape of horns without actual horns. Skizz is skizz.

Uhhh let’s see. Mumbo is a cat, based off Cornish Rex specifically. I don’t entirely remember why but I grew attached to it so it stuck. Bigb and Lizzie both fall under whimsical bug, beetle and butterfly. Jimmys human but some of that toy aspect has left it’s mark. And Ren is of course a dog

[indefiniteavatar]

So basically, in a case about him shoving money at someone so they shut up about him. . .he can’t shut the fuck up himself. I would say something clever and funny here, except the sad part is that this is just so normal in current politics that it’s just. . .not hilariously absurd behavior anymore? Not to say that it’s not absurd - it is beyond such, but it is just. . . predictable, I suppose.

I guess this is how I feel about politics lately? Either I get mad at everything or I try to laugh at everything and normally that works because politicians usually aren’t so tragically stupid so very often, but now I just kinda have to chuckle at the particularly eyeroll worthy things like this, and try to ignore everything else or my brain will explode.

[celestiamour]

MEOW MEOW MEOW SE-MI SMUT X F!READER PLL,ZZPLZLZZ IM ON MY KNEES PLZ

ft. han se-mi x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ an examination of piercings turns into something more┊0.8k words

contains: smut!! dom se-mi & sub reader┊tongue piercing, receiving oral, one mention of needles, innocent reader, se-mi is older & called “unnie”

➤ author's note: glad to see the girls getting just as much love as the boys in my inbox

“did they hurt?” you asked, gently holding your friend’s face in your hands and admiring her like a newly discovered painting from the renaissance era. it was mesmerizing how the light shone off the metal, and you couldn’t stop staring, even going as far as to run your finger over the little star of her nose piercing in awe without thinking. it was so damn cute how fascinated you seemed to be by these decisions she made nearly a decade ago in her teenage years.

normally, se-mi wouldn’t have let anyone put their hands on her and would probably punch them if they went anywhere near her face. yet here she sat in her bed allowing herself to be adored by you. she wondered if this was how cats felt when being coddled by their owners, the spoiled white persian kinds you see in movies with diamond collars and more toys than what they know to do with. “no, it was just like a pinch.”

“i couldn’t imagine that— having a needle pierce my skin, i mean,” you shivered. “my ears were pierced when i was a baby, but even then, they’re a little crooked because i wouldn’t stop crying.”

she giggled at the thought of it. “it’s not the needle that’s painful, it’s the healing process. the days after i got my tongue pierced were the worst, i couldn’t eat for days.”

“you have a tongue piercing?”

humming to confirm, she cheekily stuck out her tongue to show off the metal pierced through the muscle, even flexing it to flaunt the jewelry. it was extremely amusing to see how flustered you were becoming even though you tried not to show it.

“why did you get it pierced when it’s not even visible all the time?”

“cause it feels good for…”

“feels good for what?” you asked innocently, tilting your head in a way that made her want to eat you alive.

“well… it’s kinda hard to explain, but i could show you if you like…”

you didn’t have the foggiest idea what she was talking about at first until you found yourself flipped on your back with your shorts dragged to your ankles along with your panties and her head in between your shaking thighs, sliding her hot tongue between your folds and savoring the taste collecting on her palette. this wasn’t something best friends did, but you made no attempt to push her away and allowed her to do as she pleased.

“s-se-mi unnie…” you whined out, fingers finding and tangling with her dark locks yet also doing the contradictory action of wiggling your hips away. you’ve never felt this way before, knots twisting in your stomach and fire spreading under your skin as you try to wiggle away from the foreign sensation that felt too good to be real.

“ah, ah, ah, don’t run from me, you taste so fucking sweet.” her grip on your legs tightened as she pulled you closer to her, swirling the cold pierced metal across your throbbing clit and enjoying your moans like music. “i wish we had done this sooner, don’t you? god, i don’t think i could ever get enough now that i’m here.”

you couldn’t even verbalize a proper answer with nothing but pathetic whimpers falling from your mouth, eyes flickering between her and the ceiling as they rolled back with tears threatening to drip down the waterline. did things like this always feel so good, or was se-mi simply an expert who knew your body better than you did yourself with age and experience? silly little questions you would ponder if you weren’t getting your brains fucked out by just her tongue, making her wonder in return how you would handle taking her strap when you were already going crazy like this. (you have no idea how long she’s been fantasizing about having you like this, sitting in this very bed thinking about your soft skin and lips against hers with her hand crammed in her pants.)

“fucckk, ‘m gonna- ngh!!” god, you didn’t know the word to match your oncoming orgasm, you just knew a peak was about to be reached thanks to her talented tongue.

“you’re gonna cum baby,” she chuckled. “don’t be scared, just let yourself go for me.”

suddenly her plush lips wrapped around your delicate pearl and sucked hard, and like activating a button, you cried out in pleasure and unraveled all over her face, back arched and hands tugging on her hair. she gladly licked up the messy remnants with a smirk, proud to have made you climax in less than five minutes.

“you did soooo good for me baby,” she drawled and pressed a few sloppy kisses on your twitching cunt as a reward, “think you can give me one more?”

[saturntosatoru]

the “current boyfriend” is currently pissed || lads x f!reader

summary: A TikTok prank on your ‘current’ LADS boyfriend.

warnings: f!reader, Lumiere mentions

a/n: i just needed to get this out of my drafts, so this part has xavier, rafayel, and caleb. part two will contain zayne and sylus, and maybe a rewrite of Caleb's part since I didn't realize how similar it was to Raf's and I'm not super happy with that :(

(that said, i love how Xav and Raf's parts turned out, so i hope you guys do too :P)

part two (w/ Zayne and Sylus)

masterlist

Friday afternoons were either incredibly busy or incredibly slow since the flurried weekend activity either lured wanderers out of hiding or made everyone at the Association antsy to clock out. These moments were some of your favorite at work since you’d get to talk with team members you didn’t regularly interact with.

Tara stands by your desk, phone in hand and hip propped against the desk edge, showing you a recent trend circulating on Moments. Nero was near, pretending not to eavesdrop, but the suspicious lack of typing clued you in otherwise.

“So they start off by saying they’re filming a video for social media—usually like a product review or something—and then they intro their boyfriend by calling him their ‘current boyfriend’.” Tara’s hand flies to her mouth as she giggles and watches the video on her phone. “Some of the reactions are really funny, but man do they make me wish I could try it on Ben.”

You tear your eyes from the boyfriend currently sassing his girlfriend on Tara’s screen, “Why can’t you do it with him? I think he’d be perfect for this; he treats you like a dream.”

“Ugh, he walked in on me when I was explaining the trend to Nero in the break room, so he’d totally see it coming.”

You arch a brow at Nero, surprised he’d entertained this conversation once already. Nero huffs, pushing his glasses up. The red on the tips of his ears gives him away. “I’d rather be prepared than taken by surprise.”

Chuckling, you lean back against your desk. “Sure, sure. Well, I’ll see if I can do it then,” you say to the room. “And I’ll be sure to show you the results, Nero.”

Xavier

“Hey, Xavie?” Your voice floats over your shoulder, intentionally casual and playful, as your fingers dance over your phone, adjusting it to the right angle. “Can you come here real quick?”

Xavier pads into the kitchen, footsteps heavy with sleep. His eyes flicker briefly with surprise at the colorful sprawl of snacks on the countertop. “My starlight,” he murmurs, the sleepy rasp of his voice familiar and comforting. “What’s all this?”

You spin around, mischief bright in your gaze. “Remember those aunties from the hotpot place? The ones with all the old-fashioned condiments?”

Xavier visibly processes your words, trying to cipher through the hazy memories of that night. It’d been 27 straight hours of battling wanderers and he’d been exhausted (not that he’d ever tell you) when you’d suggested a post-work hotpot date. He’s never one to deny you, but the only thing he could focus on that night was the bright lilt of your laugh and the gentle cadence of your voice. Anything other than you was a nonimportant haze.

Regardless, he nods. He’s sure he can piece it together from context clues. “Yeah,” he finally says, peering past your shoulder and picking up a bag of shrimp chips, the crinkling plastic both sharp and nostalgic. “Oh, I haven’t had these in forever.”

“Exactly! Some of these are ancient. I thought as a thank you we could try some on camera and send a video to the group—what do you think?”

Your eager eyes made your excitement contagious; Xavier could never refuse when you looked at him so earnestly. “Sure—I’ll pick a few for us while you start recording.”

You go back to the camera, biting your lip to stifle your giggles. While you genuinely wanted to film a thank you for those kind hotpot aunties, you also wanted to kill two birds with one stone: you were going to prank Xavier with a trend Tara had shown you, and there was no better time than the present to set your plan into action.

Xavier’s still rustling through the selection when you start the video. “Hi aunties! Thank you so much for sending these snacks! It was really kind of you all to send such a wide variety, and that too so many new ones to try!”

You half angle your body to gesture behind you at Xavier, who is holding a bag in each hand. “I have my current boyfriend, Xavier, here—”

“What.” Xavier drops the bags back onto the island, eyes suddenly alert and locked on you. He pulls himself to his full height, no longer slouching. “What do you mean ‘current boyfriend’?”

Warning bells ring in your head as he stalks towards you slowly, posture akin to a predator’s. You stumble backwards until you feel the island hit your back, hands going in front of you as a last barrier between the two of you. “No no no, not like that, Xavier—”

“Like what, then?” He softly questions, hands bracketing you on either side and providing you no escape. His dark gaze holds you prisoner, whether you like it or not.

(You feel a thrill of something—excitement? arousal?—shoot down your spine—the last time he was like this was when you’d forced him to wear Lumiere merchandise against his will.)

“I- I just meant ‘current’ as in ‘right now’! Like ‘right now, I’m with my boyfriend Xavier’!”

His brows furrow. “That’s not how grammar works, my star. You said ‘current boyfriend’, as in ‘my boyfriend right now’. Do you have us on rotation? Who else is there?” His eyes flash, watching every minute movement you make.

Your hands settle on his chest, trying to soothe him. “No no! There’s no one else, I swear, Xavier.” You make eye contact, forcing yourself to look as innocent as possible.

“So am I not enough for you? You’re it for me, but am I not for you?” His eyes take on that puppy-dog look you’re oh so weak for, and before you know it, you’ve wrapped him into a tight hug of apology.

“No, Xavier. You’re not just it for me. You’re everything for me. I’m sorry, bunny. It was a prank. Please don’t believe it.”

“Alright, my starlight, I believe you, don’t worry.” His hands rub up and down your back as he drops a kiss to your temple. “Why don’t we take a break for now, hmm? We can try filming again later.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Wanna watch a movie for now? We’ve got snacks!”

Later, when you show the video to Tara and Nero, you see how he eyed the camera with a knowing smirk while you’d been busy coaxing and reassuring him. That manipulative bastard.

Rafayel

You’re curled up on the studio couch, aimlessly scrolling through your Moments feed while Rafayel pouts near your ear. “C’mon, cutie! I just need you to help with this one video. Pleaseee?”

You knew the video he was talking about. Hell, even Thomas wanted your help, saying it’d boost Rafayel’s image on social media. Apparently, having the unapproachable, ice-cold painter film a “Day in My Life” video narrated by his girlfriend would do wonders at softening his social image. (Especially after he’d yelled at the audience during his exhibition last weekend and closed the gallery early.)

You, however, were hesitant. Rafayel, for all his elusive airs, was a prominent figure of society and gossip magazines. How would his reputation tank after you put your name next to his? Rafayel had claimed time and time again that it’d be fine—that it’s for the better that those fake fans leave since they clearly don’t appreciate his art—but you can’t trust his opinion on that front.

Rafayel sidles up to you on the couch, ignoring your attempts at ignoring him. “The TikTok’s already filmed, cutie. All you’d have to do is give it a voiceover from the POV of my Miss Bodyguard. Shouldn’t be that hard, right?”

Your thumb hovers over the screen as you side-eye your boyfriend. “I don’t know, Raf. I already told you it doesn’t seem like a great idea—I just don’t see it as a net positive…”

And suddenly you’re horizontal on the couch, too much Rafayel flooding your vision as he tickles you senseless. “So what I’m hearing is that I just need to throw out a bit more bait, huh? I’ll capture you faster if I lay out a better trap?”

You writhe on the couch, giggles filling the air as your boyfriend refuses to relent—not until he gets his way. “O- oka—ack—kay, okay, mercy! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”

And that’s how you found yourself at Rafayel’s dining table, watching the minute-long video for the fourth time as your boyfriend explained every frame in painstaking detail.

“Raf, fishie, I think I’m prepared enough.”

Rafayel’s eyes narrow at you, scanning your face as if to decide your readiness for himself. “Are you sure, cutie? If you don’t remember everything, I won’t blame you, but I will be disappointed since I could’ve explained it more beforehand. Don’t need a case of goldfish brain up in here.” He taps your temple to punctuate his point.

You reflexively rub at your forehead, even if there was no power in his fingers. “Yes, yes, I’m sure. Besides, just because I wasn’t there the one day you filmed this doesn’t mean I’ve not spent a ‘day in your life’ with you. It’ll be fine.”

As Rafayel starts the recording, cuing you to begin, your memory flashes to the videos Tara showed you. Lips curling, you begin, “Hi, everyone! Come spend a day with my current boyfriend, Rafay—”

Rafayel’s eyes widen, head swiveling in shock. “Um, excuse me? I didn’t think your goldfish brain was that forgetful! What do you ‘current boyfriend’?”

Your eyes meet him, doe-eyed and full of artificial innocence. “What do you mean ‘current boyfriend’? I’d never say that, Raf.”

“Uh, you so did? Just now? You said ‘current boyfriend’ when introing the video!”

“What, no? Of course I didn’t. Can I continue now?” You bat your lashes gently for your next point. “Thomas said he needs this by tonight.”

You focus on the phone, suppressing the urge to laugh at Rafayel’s flabbergasted expression. “And after lunch, Rafayel meets with his manager and other showcase coordinators to workshop layouts for upcoming showings. Then, it’s my current boyfriend’s favorite time of the day—”

“I’m currently so glad this video is nearly done, because my ‘current girlfriend’ is currently doing a shitty job narrating it.” Rafayel glowers, leaning towards the phone so his voice is picked up. He glares daggers at you while speaking.

“Your ‘current girlfriend’ thinks you’re being a bit dramatic for a TikTok.” You finally break, giggling into the microphone.

“Aha! So you do admit it! You better be joking right now, cutie, or else your current boyfriend is going to drown himself in an ocean current.” Rafayel takes the phone from you, starting another draft. “Do it again—properly this time. Don’t break my heart and record the evidence.”

You kiss him firmly on the cheek as a quiet apology and snake an arm around his neck to whisper, “Alright, alright—I’ll do it seriously now. What if you do it with me though? It seems more natural that way.”

You get a message that night full of crying emojis, quickly followed by a link to the TikTok. Turns out Thomas used the first take you and your boyfriend recorded, much to your surprise. The next day, he admits it was a nice change from the usual bossy demeaner Rafayel had, to which Rafayel throws another hissy fit.

(That video is one of Rafayel’s most popular TikToks to date—much to his disdain.)

Caleb

A notification pings on your phone, interrupting your video call with Caleb. Normally, you’d ignore it—opting to turn on Do Not Disturb altogether—but the content makes you pause your sentence, earning a curious look from your boyfriend.

“What’s up, pips? All good down there in your world?” Caleb rests his chin on his crossed arms, content to just watch your face process the email in real time.

You nod absentmindedly before refocusing on Caleb. “Colonel Caleb.” You command, watching Caleb draw to his full height and salute you.

“Yes, Officer Pipsqueak?”

“Colonel Caleb, we have a new mission: the Hunters Association is having a social media contest, and the winner gets a stipend to commission custom gear.” Caleb’s eyes gleam with competition, and you’re sure your expression matches.

“10-4, officer. When is the deadline?”

You lean back in the chair, peering over to the calendar on the adjacent wall. “The 15th, Colonel Caleb, but the sooner we upload our video, the more time for our video to go viral.”

Caleb nods. “Good strategy, officer. I agree.”

You stand from your desk and stretch, ignoring how Caleb’s eyes catch on the briefly exposed skin of your stomach. “Well, then Colonel Caleb, I’ll be there first thing tomorrow morning. We’ll need the whole weekend to prep, I’m sure.” You lean down, sending a mischievous smile through the screen. “And if we finish quickly, I can think of some other ways for us to spend time, baby.”

Your grin turns smug as Caleb’s cheeks turn a bright apple red, highlighted by the soft yellow glow of his desk lamp. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Colonel Caleb. Over and out!”

He has a fond look on his face as he reaches to the camera to end the call. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n. Over and out.”

Despite the early hour, you spend the entire trip to Skyhaven mulling over potential video ideas. Doing Caleb’s makeup and giving him a makeover? Might take a lot of time for poor turnout. A cooking video? The only gain from that would be an influx of aunties trying to set up Caleb (poster child and golden boy extraordinaire) with their daughters.

It needs to be quick but funny. Something with a good draw.

You scroll through your text history with Tara before stumbling on the perfect idea: a prank video. And knowing Caleb and his ways, the imminent crash out will be perfect.

The rest of the train ride is spent plotting, and when you finally reach the station, you begin recording a few snippets, capturing the train’s deceleration and the burst of noise and crowd at the station.

“(Y/n)!” You run into Caleb’s warm embrace, squealing as he lifts and twirls you in glee. “Train alright?” He sets you down, ruffling your hair, before noticing the phone recording in your hand. “What’s this?”

“I had the perfect idea for the video: how about doing a weekend in our lives? It’s not every day that you see a Hunter and a Farspace Fleet officer together—it’ll be like an exclusive preview into what we do and how we spend our time!”

“Hmm, not bad. And if it sucks, we’ll still have time to record something else.”

You whack his stomach in retaliation, rolling your eyes as he pretends to be wounded. “Trust me, it’ll be perfect.” You saunter off towards where you think his car is, playing it off as he pulls your arm gently to turn you around to go in the opposite (and correct) direction. Your cheeks burn as Caleb’s laugh rings throughout your little corner on the station platform.

The car ride is spent with idle bantering, Caleb watching with amusement as you capture various scenes of the passing curated greenery. Time passes by in a flash, and it’s only once he’s parking, that you seem to remember where you are.

It’s second nature for Caleb to take your bags, so you whip your camera out again, making sure to get some good action shots. He flexes his biceps before shooting a boyish grin at you behind the camera. “Make sure you get my good side, Pips.”

You laugh freely at his antics. “There’s no way my stuff is sooo heavy you need to use all your strength. What a poser!”

 “So harsh, Pipsqueak, so harsh. If you’re such a know-it-all, then lead the way.”

Caleb’s already begun preparing lunch, so you capture a few shots of his expert knife skills and wok handling. Next is a movie, some action-packed sequel to last week’s pick, but you’re too focused on not falling asleep on his lap. A walk, some 1-v-1 pick-up basketball, a quick trip to a convenience store for cold drinks. Building a model airplane while variety game shows run in the background, filling out a few record logs for the Association, dinner of lunch’s leftovers. The shooting range at night, spending time on Caleb’s balcony together, showering and heading to bed.

These scenes all flash by on your laptop as you splice them together, Caleb holding you from behind as you both sit wrapped up on the couch. Your keyboard clicks are the only consistent sound in the room; occasionally, Caleb will pipe up with a suggestion, but for the most part, he’s content with just watching you edit the scenes of your day together.

“We had a busy day yesterday, huh?” He murmurs, chin resting on your shoulder as he watches you edit timestamps onto different clips.

“I think we tried to speedrun the entire weekend to seem cooler than we actually are.” You take a moment to stretch, groaning as the muscles in your shoulders flex, and then return to your laptop, determined to wrap up the video soon.

He leans back and his hands move from around your middle to your shoulders, gently pressing at the base of your neck to relieve tension. “You have much more left, pips? Why don’t you take a break?”

You hum absentmindedly, relishing the press of his fingers. “Almost done. I just need to do a voiceover for this and then it’ll be ready.” You turn in his hold, looking at his handsome face. “Wanna do it together?”

“Sure, take the lead and I’ll follow.”

With a press of a button here, a few settings on your laptop there, you’re recording. “Come spend a day in the life of a Deepspace Hunter and a Farspace Fleet officer! I’m (Y/n)—”

“—and I’m Caleb—”

“—and this is what a weekend looks like when I visit my current boyfriend in Skyhaven!”

Caleb’s body stiffens behind you, and you have to stifle the smile in your voice as you continue, “I woke up early to grab the—”

“—wait, sorry, did you say ‘current boyfriend’, pipsqueak?” The confusion in his voice makes you try to turn in his arms to catch his expression, but they grip your hips firmly, keeping you in place.

“Uh, yeah? Is that not true?” You fake confusion, praying the microphone captures the shell-shocked, honest-to-god whimper the man behind you makes. “Everything okay, Caleb?”

You feel, rather than see, him exhale slowly, processing your words, before he lets out a victorious laugh. Your eyes try to see his reflection on the darkness of your still-recording laptop screen. You can barely make out the smile lighting up his whole face.

“No, no. That is right. I am your current boyfriend. I am currently your boyfriend, (Y/n)! I did it!” He lets out a whoop as he laughs again. “I made it out of the brother zone!!”

Oh good Lord.

part two (w/ Zayne and Sylus)

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[prythiansprincess]

DELIRIUM | a stalker! theo fic.

"you're so fucking special; I wish I was special."

word count: 5,662.

warnings: please read all trigger warnings before proceeding. dead dove do not eat, noncon, murder, coercion, stalking, assault, manipulation, gaslighting, knife play, blood play, abusive behavior.

author's note: I don't say it lightly when I say that this fic is very dark. I fully understand that the topics and themes discussed are not for everyone, so please be mindful of the warnings before engaging. special thanks to @writingsbychlo for proofreading and encouraging my over all psychophathy.

♫ creep - radiohead. nav. stalker! theo.

There was something wrong with Theo Nott. 

Perhaps it was a result of his traumatic upbringing or perhaps it was simply encrypted into his genetic code, but whether nature or nurture was to be blamed, this simple truth was certain: a sick, twisted, and insatiable monster lurked within him and its hunger could be satiated by one thing and one thing only — you. 

In the deepest and darkest depths of his inky black heart, Theo knew that he was completely and utterly fucked up. This thing inside of him — this madness — rendered him incapable of forming healthy relationships. Time and time again, his passions and proclivities hinted towards a more sinister nature. Some called him deranged, delirious, delusional, but Theo simply thought of himself as a hopeless romantic. 

Theo was not the type of man to harbor a crush or entertain a fling or succumb to a fleeting infatuation that eventually faded over time. When he loved, he loved with his entire being. He loved until it became a fixation, a compulsion, an obsession. This has and always will be his fatal flaw. 

From a young age, Theo learned that he was not normal. When he presented Pansy Parkinson with the front teeth of the boy who dared knock her off the swings, that was not normal. When he gifted Daphne Greengrass the rotting carcass of a bird that had kept her up with the incessant tapping of its beak against her bedroom window, that was not normal. When he offered to carve the initials of Mattheo Riddle into his skin to prove his loyalty, that was not normal. 

Theo was bereft when his friends cried and fled from him, feeling distraught and disappointed by their reactions. After all, he had only done those things to make them happy. Why couldn’t they see that?

When his mother found him crying in the Nott Manor gardens, she explained to him that he was a very special boy. That his capacity for love would be misunderstood by those around him because they simply could not feel the way that he did. The intensity of his emotions surpassed their understanding; they didn’t know what it was like to be irrevocably consumed by love. His devotion could be misconstrued, his affection scorned, which is why it became imperative for Theo to shield himself from the world until the right person came along. 

So, he conformed, he adapted, he survived, but Theo knew it was only a matter of time before his carefully constructed mask slipped. 

In the back of a crowded restaurant, Theo swirled the glass of wine in his hand before taking a long sip. The waiter had recommended the red vintage, droning on and on about the quality of the 1978 Barolo Montorfino and the meticulous aging process of the Nebbiolo grapes to produce this particular bottle. Theo fought the urge to roll his eyes. He already knew all of this, given that the wine was produced by his family’s vineyard in the Italian countryside. 

The complex flavor danced on his tongue. On any other occasion, he might have savored the hints of cherry, roses, and truffle peeking through its rich-bodied profile, but Theo tasted nothing but ash in his mouth. Because across the rooftop sat the woman of his dreams, drinking and laughing and dining with another man. Theo gripped the stem of his glass until his knuckles turned white. 

Needless to say, the night was not going as Theo intended it to. It was supposed to be him feeding you little bites of tagliatelle, topping your wine off with a wink, and listening to your melodious voice recount silly anecdotes about yourself. Instead, Adrian fucking Pucey was blattering on like a bloody twat, failing to appreciate the goddess seated across from him. The stupid prick was probably too busy gauging whether or not he was going to get lucky tonight. As if Theo would ever let that happen. 

No, that simply wouldn’t do. 

Sure, he had enjoyed the game of cat and mouse between you over the past few months. Since the day you moved into the house next to his, there had been this constant push and pull between you. The flirtatious banter as he helped you carry your dresser into the foyer after he found you struggling in the yard, the freshly baked goods you presented to him as thanks after the fact, the shy way you smiled at him every time you crossed paths when you departed and arrived back home. 

Something awakened within him the second he laid eyes on you. Something dark, something dangerous, something that he thought was long buried in the depths of his depraved soul. 

It wasn’t all in his head. Hell, you had invited him in on that very first day. You wanted him there. You wanted him near you. You wanted him.

All the darkness that he tried so hard to push down seemed to resurface all at once. Suddenly, Theo found himself falling back into old old habits. Watching you through your bedroom window while you undressed, sneaking into your house while you were away at work, planting cameras in every room without your knowledge, and even going so far as stealing your lingerie. 

But Theo wasn’t stalking you. 

No.

He was merely keeping an eye on you. 

Clearly, you needed someone to look after you if you were putting your trust in a man like Adrian Pucey. You were too soft and sweet and innocent for this world. Theo wanted to protect you. In his eyes, Pucey was a threat to your relationship and there was only one way to deal with a threat — eliminate it. 

The opportunity presented itself after that sordid dinner. After dessert was served, Theo quietly slipped out ahead of the happy couple. Well, the two of you wouldn’t be happy for long. Not if he had anything to do with it. 

Surrounded by silence and darkness, Theo laid in wait until he heard the tell-tale sounds of the front door unlocking. He observed in quiet rage as Adrian kissed his girl. The door snicked shut, but the two of you barely noticed as you stumbled through the foyer, his lips sucking at your neck, his hands roaming underneath your dress, his cock pressing against your core as you mewled for him. Theo couldn’t stomach a second more of this. The sound of Pucey’s name falling from your lips was enough to awaken the monster within him. 

A sickening thud echoed through the house as Pucey dropped to the floor. With wide eyes, you scrambled in the darkness, blinking in disbelief at the sight before you. The silk strap of your dress fell from your shoulders at the abruptness of the attack. Your pupils, which were previously blown from desire, now shifted into fear. 

“T — Theo?” Disbelief colored your expression as you looked up at your neighbor. Dressed in all black, his tall and lithe form blended in with his surroundings. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t really think I’d let this prick weasel his way into your bed, did you?” 

You blinked in confusion. On the floor of your living room, Adrian nursed his broken nose, trying and failing to staunch the blood flowing through his fingers. 

“Do you know this asshole, Y/N?” 

“He’s my neighbor,” you answered. Theo’s face twisted in anger at your response. You cowered under his gaze and scooted backwards against the wall. “Theo, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?” 

Theo sneered. “Isn’t it obvious, bella?” Your blood ran cold when a flash of silver appeared in his hand. “I know why you went on this date tonight. You wanted me to fight for you, so here I am. I love you and I won’t let anyone keep us apart.”

“What are you talking about, Theo?” You cried as he stalked towards you. “I barely know you. We’re neighbors, just neighbors, that’s all.” You pleaded, begging for him to listen to reason. “Please, just stop this. You don’t have to do any of this.” 

“Shh, my sweet Y/N,” Theo cooed as he wiped a stray tear away with his thumb. His blue eyes bore into you with such intensity that it made you shiver. There was something lurking behind that dead eyed stare and you feared for whatever it might unleash. 

Theo caressed your cheek with reverence while you trembled in fear. “You just don’t know any better, cara mia. But don’t worry, I’ll show you how much I love you. I’ll protect you; I’ll keep you safe.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m going to take care of this. He will never come between us again.” 

Before you could protest, Theo had already rounded on Adrian. The brunette threw his hands up as Theo pulled him up by his collar. “I almost feel sorry for you, you know,” Theo taunted. “You probably thought you were so smart, preying on someone as sweet and innocent as Y/N. You never deserved her.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Adrian retorted, crimson staining his dress shirt as he struggled against his captor’s hold. “It was just a few harmless dates.” 

“A few harmless dates?” Theo repeated in a mocking tone. “Christ, you can’t truly be that stupid, can you? You don’t even understand how lucky you are to have gotten the chance to be in her company. She’s a fucking goddess and you — “ Adrian groaned when Theo yanked his hair back to give him a proper view of you. “Well, you’re nothing.” 

“Look man, I don’t want any trouble. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. I was just lookin for an easy fuck — “

Fury simmered in Theo’s gaze. The careless words that Adrian spoke cut you deep, but not nearly as deep as the blade that sliced his throat open. The crimson river flowing from Adrian’s neck bathed Theo in blood, covering his face, his hair, and his clothes. 

You screamed as Adrian slumped to the floor, his lifeless body discarded onto your cream rug as his vacant gaze stared at nothing. The gravity of his death sent a surge of adrenaline in your veins. You needed to get the fuck away, The instinct to survive kicked in and you darted for the door, but unfortunately, Theo was quicker. 

A strong arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you away from your only form of escape. You struggled in his hold, clawing and kicking and screaming as Theo dragged you through the living room. 

“You killed him!” You screamed while you continued thrashing. “He’s dead, you killed him, oh my god — “

“Don’t be like that, cara mia,” Theo said in a soothing voice. “I thought you would be happy. With our little problem out of the way, we can finally be together.” 

“You’re a fucking psychopath!” 

With a swift kick to the balls, Theo stumbled backwards which gave you time to frantically reach for your purse. The slick blood that coated the wooden floors now sullied your dress, but you pushed the thought away as you recovered your phone. As you tapped on the screen, it came alive with a bright light. With shaking hands, you tried to swipe up to dial emergency services, but the screen buzzed with static before completely dying out. 

“No!” You screamed in frustration as you pressed the dead screen over and over again. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening!” 

Behind you, Theo sighed and shook his head in disappointment. Crouching down before you, the warmth of his palm felt like a slap to the face as he cradled your jaw.

“You’ve been a bad girl, bella,” Theo purred. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you’ve left me no choice.” 

Your eyes widened as he produced a set of handcuffs from his pocket. “No, please, you don’t have to do this. Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” 

“Let you go?” Theo repeated in a cold, menacing voice as he clamped the handcuffs over your wrists. “After all that I’ve done for you, do you really think I would be capable of just letting you go?” He tutted in disapproval as he tugged you towards the stairs. “You’re all mine now, you’re not going anywhere.” 

The short walk to your bedroom felt like a march towards death. You began to shake violently as Theo guided you towards the bed, instructing you to lie down as he tinkered with the handcuffs. Tears blurred your vision as your heart hammered against your ribcage. 

“Are you going to kill me?” you whispered. 

“Don’t be stupid,” Theo said with a scoff as he rearranged the cuffs and chained you to the bed. “You wouldn’t be any fun if you’re dead.” 

Fear gripped every fiber of your being in a chokehold. Theo leaned back and admired his work. The intensity of his gaze felt like a brand against your skin as he drank in the sight of you spread out for him. The silk of your dress was stained with blood, the fabric nearly see through from how soaked it was. 

“You’re such a pretty little thing all tied up like a present for me, principessa.” 

His blue eyes were nearly black as he gazed at you with unadulterated desire. The pale moonlight streaming through the window casted sinister shadows on his face. 

“If you’re not going to kill me, then what do you plan on doing?” 

“I’m so glad you asked,” Theo declared with a deranged smile as he brandished his knife. “I plan on worshipping every inch of your body.” The cold edge of his blade traced the curve of your jaw. “I plan on making you see God with my tongue, my fingers, my cock.” The knife continued its path down the valley of your breasts. “I plan on possessing you, owning you, and ruining you for every other man.” 

“You barely even know me,” you pleaded, shying away from the blade that now rested on the hem of your dress. “I’m not yours, Theo.” 

The air left your lungs all at once as his hand wrapped around your throat. The lack of oxygen made you dizzy and you grew limp against the bed, barely even registering the blade caressing your skin. 

“I’ll carve my name into your thigh if that’s what it takes to get it through your pretty little head that you are mine.” 

You coughed as he released his hold, disoriented by the sudden rush of air into your lungs. “Don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me, oh fuck —“ 

Your hips jerked at the sudden cold sensation between your legs. Theo watched in amusement as he pressed the hilt of his blade against your clothed core, drinking in the way you writhed underneath him. 

“What was that, bella?” Theo teased. “I can’t hear you over all that moaning.” 

Your cheeks burned with shame as you continued his ministrations against your clit. It was a purely physical response, but it felt like your own body was betraying you. This wasn’t supposed to feel good. You hated the way you reacted to his touch, his words, his gaze. You hated him. 

“You’re a sick fuck,” you yelled as you tugged at your restraints. Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, you couldn’t tell if it was from fear or pleasure. “This is vile, this is evil. I hate you. I fucking hate you —“ 

Theo chuckled darkly as he tugged your panties to the side and slipped the hilt of his blade through your folds without warning. “Then why are you so fucking wet for me?” 

“I’m not!” In all your life, you had never felt more degraded and humiliated. The conflicting emotions warred in your mind, but the truth of the matter was that you had absolutely no control over your own arousal. “I’m not.” 

“You are,” Theo growled as the handle of his blade squelched in your slick. “But by all means, keep lying to yourself. In fact, I quite prefer it if you put up a fight. I like it rough.” 

You groaned, delirious with need as he fucked you with his knife. “When I make you cum, I know that I’ve earned it.” 

You bit down on your bottom lip until blood filled your mouth. The horror of the scene unfolding before you filled you with dread yet you couldn’t stop the moans and whines that escaped past your lips. When you looked up, Theo was transfixed by the sight of your greedy cunt taking his knife.

“That’s it, Y/N,” hummed Theo. “This will be a lot easier if you just stop fighting it. You want this. You want me.” 

“I — I don’t! I don’t want —“ 

“I —I don’t want,” Theo mocked. “How fucking pathetic. You can’t even finish that sentence without moaning.” He pulled out his knife and slid two fingers in without warning. His cruel laugh echoed in the bedroom when the sound of your slick filled the silence. “If you don’t want me, then why are you riding my fingers like this, hm?” 

There was no answer as he plunged the hilt of his knife into you again, stretching and filling you in the most delicious way. His thumb rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves in tantalizing circles, pushing you towards the edge of pleasure. 

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of an orgasm, but it couldn’t be helped. There was no stopping the intense pleasure that barrelled through your body. As you crested over the finish line, your vision went dark. The depravity of the act filled you with mortification and indignity. Theo, on the other hand, looked euphoric. 

“You’re so beautiful when you cum,” he whispered softly. 

You wanted to claw and scratch and hit him for the way he made you feel. Theo presented the knife to you with reverence. The blade was soaked in blood, but the hilt dripped with your cum. His tongue darted out and licked and lapped at your arousal with long, languid strokes as his eyes rolled back in euphoria. The way he moaned when he tasted you was obscene. 

“You taste so sweet,” Theo rasped in a choked groan. “Such a good girl for me.” 

This was beyond fucked up. 

Theo was beyond fucked up. 

You watched in alarm, waiting for disgust to overwhelm your senses, but it never came. Instead, your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight. What the fuck was wrong with you? 

Theo leaned over you, his brown curls brushing against your nose as he smirked. “Don’t I get a kiss as a reward for making you feel so good?” 

The absence of pleasure finally made you come to your senses. “Fuck you.” 

The depth of his blue eyes was swallowed by a void that threatened to suffocate you. The man before you transformed into a monster as he growled and held his knife against your throat. “Let me rephrase that,” he hissed as the blade nicked your skin. “If you don’t kiss me, I’ll slit your fucking throat.” 

You whimpered as the blade dug deeper into your neck, causing small droplets of blood to stain your sheets. Theo stared at you with malice, his face hovering a few inches from yours as he waited for your next move. His cool breath fanned over your skin while his lips ghosted over yours. 

“Please, Y/N?” Theo pouted as he blinked down at you through his thick, dark lashes. “Just one kiss, please.” 

It was apparent that he wanted you to make the first move. As if it would absolve him from this abhorrent act. As if it would exculpate him despite the threat he made on your life if you refused to comply. In some sick, twisted way, you knew that the second your lips touched his, Theo felt absolutely vindicated. 

The growl that crawled out of his throat was purely animalistic. It spoke of need, of desire, of lust that had simmered underneath the surface for far too long. The taste of you, soft and supple and sweet, was better than anything Theo could have ever imagined. His cock strained against his pants as he deepened the kiss, tongue sweeping over the seam of your lips to demand entrance. 

A part of you wanted to fight back, to pull away from him, but it was nearly impossible when he harshly grabbed your jaw and forced his way in. You opened for him reluctantly, but that was all he needed. Theo was the type of person to take a mile when given an inch. His hands roamed your body while his tongue massaged yours, moaning, panting, licking the roof of your mouth with unabashed glee. Theo squeezed your tits and gripped your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist. He felt like a dog in heat as he rutted himself against your clothed cunt. 

Fuck, he was so hard it hurt. 

Dazed and drunk with desire, Theo pulled away, his gaze sweeping over your kiss bitten lips and flushed cheeks. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

It was fucking horrible, horrendous, atrocious. You wanted the deepest pits of hell to open up and swallow you whole. Because that kiss had lit a fire in your belly despite your disgust for the man forcing himself on you. 

Before you could think twice, you reared back and spit right into his face. Theo blinked in surprise. You expected anger, but amusement greeted you instead. The motherfucker was enjoying this. 

“You’re a feisty thing, aren’t you?” Theo drawled as he unclasped his belt. The sight caused panic to grip you from all sides. “Don’t worry, principessa. I’ll fuck the fight right out of you. I will break you until you become the good girl that I know you can be.” 

“Theo please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you sobbed and begged. “Don’t do this, please.” 

Theo chuckled darkly. “You’re not sorry,” he said as he cut your dress open with his blade. “But you will be.” 

Exposed and vulnerable, you struggled against your restraints as Theo trailed kisses down your torso. His lips were a searing brand against your skin, sucking and biting and marking your skin as though he was staking his claim on your body. His deft fingers unhooked your bra and his pupils were completely black as he ogled your chest. 

With his lips latched around your nipple, Theo blinked innocently up at you. “I’m so fucking in love with you,” he murmured as he flicked his tongue over the stiffened peak. “You make me crazy, Y/N.” 

You moaned as he sucked fervently, losing himself in the heat of your skin and the scent of your perfume. Roses and vanilla. Sweet and simple, just like his pretty girl. Theo groaned as he lavished your other nipple the same treatment. 

There was such reverence and awe in the way that he touched you. For a brief moment, you forgot how truly vile he was because the second his fingers slipped inside of you and curved against that sweet spot, every ounce of common sense abandoned you. 

“I bet Adrian would’ve never gotten you this wet, huh?”

Your eyes snapped open at the reminder. Somewhere underneath you, Adrian’s lifeless body was still bleeding out on your wooden floors. “You’re fucking awful — o —oh —“ 

The involuntary whimper that crawled up your throat was pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. Theo had ripped your panties to shreds and positioned the head of his cock over your folds, teasing and taunting at your entrance as you continued to resist. 

“Theo, Theo, please,” you pleaded as he began to breach your cunt. You kicked your legs in the air and tilted your hips away from him, anything to keep him away from you, but it didn’t work. 

Theo held your hips down, his large hands forming bruises on your skin. “Stay fucking still,” he growled against your neck before biting down hard. 

Shocked, you stopped struggling and cried as the sting broke skin. Theo took the opportunity to push the head of his cock inside of you, making your eyes water from the sheer length of him. He was too big, it didn’t fit, it fucking hurt. But the desperate pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as Theo fully sheathed himself in your warmth. 

“So fucking tight,” Theo grunted as he slowly dragged his cock out of your pussy, entranced at the way your bodies melded together, watching your cunt clench around nothing before slamming all the way in. Your teeth clattered together from the force. “Dio mio, you feel so fucking good. I want to ruin you.” 

Once more, he pulled out and pushed into your warmth, savoring the way you squeezed around him. The sensation made you dizzy with desire. Try as you might to fight it, every breach of his cock only stretched and filled you even more, the filthy sound of your pussy squelching with every thrust echoing in the room. 

“Wanted this for so long,” Theo grunted. “You have no idea what it’s been like for me, cara mia.” His hips snapped against your ass while he drove deeper and deeper, thick cock kissing the tip of your cervix. “But now I finally get to have you all to myself.” 

Your knees buckled, every brush of his cock within your snug walls weakening your resolve as he fucked you into the mattress. His pace was relentless, punishing, and it was all you could do to lose yourself in him completely. 

“Don’t fight it, bella.” Theo murmured as he hiked your legs up over his shoulders. “I could be so good to you.” He punctuated his statement with a slam of his hips. “I know everything about you. Probably better than you know yourself. I’ve watched, I’ve waited, I’ve wanted.” Another slam caused you to writhe and arch your back off the bed. “No one else could ever love you like I do.” 

A breathy moan pushed its way past your lips without your consent. Self-loathing made you flush with embarrassment; your body was betraying you in the worst way as your own slick dripped down your thighs while Theo angled your hips to sink in deeper. He had spoken true about knowing you better than you knew yourself, because he seemed to know how to caress you, how to kiss you, how to command you until you were teetering off the edge once again. 

His long fingers circled your clit, stroking the sensitive bud in the exact same way that he had watched you touch yourself over the past few months. Theo was diligent in every sense of the word; his studious nature pushed him to perfection. The focus in which he devoted into pleasuring you was singular. He was obsessive and possessive; he was determined to make this good for you. His pretty girl deserved nothing but the best. 

“You can’t deny that we’re a perfect fit,” he murmured, dead-eyed gaze drinking in the sight of him slipping in and out of you. You tried to avert your gaze, but Theo gripped your chun and forced you to watch. “Look how well you’re taking me. It’s like we were made for each other, my love.”

Words failed you at the heat of the moment and even if you regained the ability to speak, you wouldn’t know what to say. Theo took your silence for submission, his lips pressed against yours, tongue sweeping over your bottom lip while he pounded into you. 

The instinct to fight dimmed with each urgent thrust, buried deep within the recesses of your mind. All you could do was moan in pleasure and Theo eagerly drank in every gasp and pant and whimper, studying your face as though he was committing every detail to memory.

“Please, please,” you panted. You weren’t quite sure whether you were begging him to stop or urging him to continue, but either way, Theo seemed to know exactly what you needed. 

His kisses were open mouthed and filthy, swallowing your protests with the flick of his tongue. You jerked when Theo slapped your pussy, chuckling against your mouth before he kneaded his thumb against your tender nub harder and faster. 

“Theo —“ The realization that your climax was near filled you with both excitement and indignation. 

“Be a good girl and come for me, Y/N.” 

You clenched as Theo squeezed your throat in his fist, momentarily robbing you of oxygen. Somehow its absence intensified the sensations. The combination of Theo pushing his cock into you again and again while his thumb stroked your clit harder and harder sent you barreling over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, making your legs shake and your walls spasm around his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” Theo cursed, his resolve close to breaking. “Just like that, cara mia. Squeezing me so tight, milking my fucking cock dry.” 

Stars burst behind your lids as his balls slapped against your clit, coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. Your mind went fuzzy with static. A faint ringing echoed in your ears while you trembled and convulsed. 

“Such a good girl,” Theo grunted as he chased after his own pleasure. You were limp and boneless underneath him, unable to respond save for a pathetic whimper. “I’m going to fill this pretty pussy up with my cum, bella. You’re going to let me, aren’t you?” 

You started to shake your head, but Theo paid the action no mind. “Take it, cara mia,” he said forcefully. “Take my cock, take my heart, take all of me.” 

Your tits jiggled as he fucked you through his own orgasm, his thrusts growing erratic as he spilled his thick, hot cum inside of you. His eyes rolled back at the thought of filling you and stuffing you full of his seed. It overflowed past your sensitive, puffy folds and dripped down your thighs. Even when he pulled his softening cock out of you, Theo made sure to push it all back in with his fingers. You whimpered at the sensitivity between your legs as he leaned back to admire his work. 

Theo seemed to take pity on you, tutting at the red circles around your wrist. “M’gonna take the cuffs off now, okay, bella?” 

You nodded, trembling slightly when he finally unchained you from the bed. Theo cooed over your raw wrists, kissing and fawning over the sensitive skin. Taking full advantage of the distraction, you snatched the knife Theo had carelessly discarded by his thigh and drove the blade into his shoulder. 

Theo hissed in surprise, his blue eyes widening. “You fucking stabbed me,” he declared incredulously. “You really fucking stabbed me.” 

“Oh my God —“ you sobbed, regret flooding you all at once as your hands shook over the blade. “Theo, I didn’t mean — fuck, are you okay —“ 

The shock caused you to let your guard down, tears streaming down your face as the realization of what you had just done crashed over you. Despite the blade sticking out from his shoulder, Theo seamlessly switched positions so that you were straddling his lap. 

Your right hand was frozen in place, still holding the blade while shaking violently. You expected anger and fear, but Theo only flashed you a lovesick smile as he wrapped his slender fingers around your wrist. “Don’t be shy, Y/N,” Theo teased. “You can do better than that, can’t you?” 

You screamed as Theo drove the blade further into his shoulder, the wound splattering a rain of blood all over your face and hair. “Stop, stop it! Don’t. Theo, stop, please —”

Theo tilted his head and examined you with a curious expression. His gaze softened as you sobbed and trembled in his lap. In his silky voice, he whispered soothing words in your ear and stroked your back to calm your growing hysteria. 

“Aw, you’re worried about me? That’s cute, bella.” The timbre of his voice almost sounded proud. “I wouldn’t waste your tears, though. I'll be fine. It’s just a silly little nick. Besides, now that I’ve had you, it won’t be that easy to get rid of me.”

You gasped as his hardness poked against your ass. How could he be fucking hard at a time like this? There was goddamn knife sticking out of his shoulder, for fuck’s sake!

“Look at you, crying over me.” His voice was husky with need as he rolled his erection against you. It seemed that not even a murder attempt could faze the man underneath you. If anything, Theo seemed turned on by it. God, he was so fucked up. “It’s a good sign, bella. It means that you care. To think, just moments ago, you said you hated me, but here you are concerned for my well being.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to listen to him speak. It only confused you more. Theo kissed your tears away and caressed your cheek. His violation of you earlier was a direct contradiction of the way he handled you with such gentleness and care, almost like you were something precious to him. You couldn’t reconcile the warring versions of him in your mind. 

“Please, stop,” you murmured as you tried to cover your ears. “You’re confusing me.”

“There’s nothing to be confused about,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Clearly, you care about me. Otherwise, you would have aimed for my heart.” 

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” you whispered in a broken sob. “I just wanted — I wanted —” 

In truth, you didn’t know what you wanted. It was all too traumatic and taxing to fully process. Theo pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Shh, hush now, principessa. I told you, I’ll take care of you. You never have to worry about anything ever again. You can trust me, I promise. I would never let anything or anyone hurt you. I’ll kill anyone who tries. I love you so fucking much.” 

Theo gently pried your wrists away and kissed your fingertips. “You don’t love me yet,” he admitted in a wistful tone. “But you will, bella.”