#and said something oddly invasive

[ll33c0ji1]

Let him take a moment of your day to give you terrible advice before he loudly disappears in a contradictory mysterious way.

[der-schweizer]

There's my portal

As i said on @bet-on-me-13 'Where is my portal' post, here is my short about their idea. please enjoy.

Danny sipped his coffee, slowly shuffling towards his lab. It had been a long time since he had a ‘run on two coffees and some ecto’ weekend but here he was, Monday morning, on his way to work.

He really wanted to be in bed but he had bills to pay.

Quietly he shuffled into his lab, which he found oddly drafty and oddly bright, considering he hadn’t turned on the lights yet. After flicking them on he moved on towards his desk, passing a big gaping hole in the wall and—

Danny paused, shuffled backwards a bit and then looked at the place where his portal used to be. For a long moment he just looked, then did a slow blink and took another sip of coffee.

After making sure that his portal, including parts of the wall, were really gone, he let out a sigh and held his face. “Who the fuck stole my door?”

With a sigh he pushed his bangs out of his face and walked to his PC, to check the security footage of his Cameras. For once it wasn’t Vlad who stole his shit, Vlad at least had the courtesy to leave a note that he ‘borrowed’ something. It was safe to say that he was surprised to find the footage gone. There weren't many people that could hack through Tucker's programing.

Danny sat there, looking at the black screen of his PC for a long moment before thinking aloud. “Okay, we have one or more people who can; One, break through Tuckers firewalls. Two, physically move a portal weighing around ten tons and, Three, knows their way around Arcane Runes so as to not cause a mass ghost invasion.”

He thought about it for a minute before throwing his hands up. “Fuck this, I’m just going to use the other side to find it.” He got out of his chair before transforming. 

Danny focused his power into one of his fingers before poking the air in front of him, the tip of it pierced the fabric of space which he then used to rip it open. He quickly flew through the tear before it sealed again. Despite Wulf teaching him how to do it he still sucked at it, which was the main reason he built his portal.

Once in the Zone he looked around for it. He found it after over two hours of searching, which only served to piss him off to the point where he began muttering curses under his breath.

Standing in front of it, he gave it a quick inspection. After inspecting the Runes, Danny had to admit that, whoever had stolen it, knew his way around them. They pretty much locked out anyone not authorized and or approved by the Caster. Too bad for them, Danny had the ‘Masterkey’ and went through anyway.

John Constantine was holding his face, quietly counting to ten. Neither smoking nor drinking would help in this situation. After reaching fifty he ran his hands over his head, looking at the assembled brigade of idiots in front of him.

“Okay, let me get this straight.” He started, “You,” he pointed at Batman, “found an ‘unknown energy signature’ and went to investigate. Then you found a high security lab with had an active portal to ‘who knows where’ and your first decision was to fucking steal it?!?!”

Superman moved forward, opening his mouth to counter but Constantine didn't let him. “AND you moron helped him steal it, not to mention you!” he pointed at flash, “Help install it here, in the watchtower, without telling anyone from JLD about it?”

Flash looked a bit sheepish at him. “Well, in my defense I didn’t know it was stolen.”

Constantine wanted to bash his head against the next closest bulkhead, maybe that would help.

“Okay, okay.” Constantine facepalmed, trying to stop the aneurysm from building up more.

A deep chill suddenly filled the air and sent goosebumps all over his back, “Oh this is just getting better and better.” Constantine reached into his pocket for a warding charm, before turning around and swearing. He stopped swearing when he saw who had come through. “Oh, hey Phantom.”

“Constantine, why the fuck did you steal my portal?” Danny wasn’t even pissed anymore. He knew the English drunktard too well to blame him. Granted he was obnoxious, didn’t pay back his debt and came whenever it suited him, but Danny liked the man. He didn’t exasperate problems and always did what was necessary.

“Look, I didn’t.” He then threw a thumb over his shoulder, “Those morons did.”

“Constantine, do you know this entity?” Batman already looked on high alert.

“Excuse you! I have a name. And that is my Portal. Explain why it isn't where it is supposed to be.”

“The sensors of the Watchtower found an unknown energy signature, upon investigation we found an unsecured pathway to a different dimension, so we secured it.”

Danny stared at Batman for a solid minute, then simply said, “Oh I'm going to sue your ass so hard your grandkids will feel it.”

[blastoqueen]

Sunrise.

Chapter 5

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Noa x Mae (Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes)

Content warnings: None

Comments: English is not my first language. I recommend you to watch the deleted scene where Noa and Mae talk about dreams and the telescope, it's not too important but it gives a tiny little bit of context for a short paragraph in the story. Enjoy!

Anaya woke up in the morning with more energy than usual and went to the main tower to look for his best friend, hoping they could do some climbing later, maybe he could convince Noa to go beyond the valley and explore a little more the ancient Echoes civilizations. However, when he arrived at Noa´s room, he found nothing but his empty litter and Dar, who was just waking up.

“Dar!” Anaya said, feeling a little invasive “Good morning. Noa?”

The female ape yawned deeply and scratch her belly.

“Dar?”

“Oh, Anaya, I don´t know” she said uninterested, yet calm; getting up to start her day.

“You… not worried?”

“Why would I? Noa… old enough. Not a baby. Probably… out”

Anaya left the tower, feeling a little worried. Ever since the kidnapping, he started to feel uneasy, like he should be alert and ready to fight. When he couldn’t find his friends, he felt this tight in his stomach.

“It´s called anxiety” Noa explain when they were settling their home again. Anaya was brave enough to express his feelings to his leader, hoping he could give him a peace of mind “Raka… told me so”

Soon enough, that word had spread like a quick virus among the apes. Everyone was using it. Noa wondered if they were truly anxious from what happened, or if they were just interested in using a new word.

Walking through the village, Anaya found his best friend sleeping next to the horses, with a blanket over his head, covering him from the sun.

“Noa! What are you… doing?”

The leader woke up and rapidly sat. He looked around him and spotted Anaya looking down on him like he was crazy. Maybe he was.

“What?”

“Why are you here?”

“Oh, not reason” Noa answered, feeling shy and oddly embarrassed. His friend gave him a look “Okey, I was out… all night. When I came back… to tired to go up. Sleep here”

Anaya looked confused.

“Where?”

“Uh… to the lighting dancers’ field”

“What?!” Anaya screamed with excitement, Noa hushed him with his hand and took him to a more private place, just a few meters away from the village.

“Who is… the lucky one?” the eldest asked.

“What?”

“You know”

“I do not”

“Noa. Romantic place. Take girlfriend” Anaya was too excited at this point, giggling and jumping around his friend, happy to be the first to know the details of how the date had gone.

“No, Anaya, it wasn´t… like that” Noa sighed mildly annoyed. Kind of disappointed.

It had been just a sweet moment between Mae and him, it wasn´t a mating ritual, nor a proposal. It was just a night out with a girl he cared about and wanted to show her something nice and pretty.

He didn’t want anybody to think he was trying to marry Mae (´cause he was not). That would be weird. An ape and an animal, getting together? Now way. That was just unnatural, wasn´t it? It would be like marrying a horse. “Except it would not be like that, and you know it” Noa thought. “She has the same features as you. Apes and human… we are not that different” Except they kind of were “But she is smart. She is not like those animals”

“It was just a nice walk”

Anaya snorted at his answer, like it was an obvious lie.

“With… who?”

Noa wondered if he could trust his friend, in a normal situation he would, but Anaya had imagined a whole scenario about a mate and a proposal, he didn’t want him to get his ideas twisted.

“Mae”

The ape stood in silence. The leader couldn’t figure out his expression. It was a mix between shock and something else, maybe fear?

“But I told you… it wasn’t like that” Noa tried to explain, his voice sounded nervous, and he knew that it seemed like he was lying “Really. The Echo never saw the dancers before”

The silence was getting unbearable, he needed to get out of there soon. Acting annoyed and angry, Noa pushed lightly Anaya to the side and started to walk towards the village.

“Wait” Anaya said, “Did she… like the lights?”

Noa turn around and looked at his friend, a kind smile was growing in his face. Noa tried to give him the same gesture, but the anxiety was just too strong.

“Yes, she liked the lights”

“Enjoyed the night? Both”

“Yes, it was nice”

Anaya walked towards his best friend, with open arms and a sympathetic smile, ready to hug the other ape.

“Then… that is all… that matters”

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It was a chilly night, not cold, but Mae felt the need to get a blanket to covered herself from the wind. She was getting goosebumps and a slightly runny nose.

She was with a group of apes, sitting in a circle and just telling stories and legends, some were made up and some were real things that happened in the village a while ago. The human was sitting next to Soona and Case, listening to a semi old male ape talking about the time he saw a creature bigger than a horse, with big paws and very fat. He said it attacked his wife, but fortunately they made it to the village and loose the animal on the way. The other apes were making fun of his story, saying he was probably making all up.

Mae supposed the beast he was talking about was a bear, but she stayed silent. She didn’t know exactly why she felt so scared revealing more stuff about the world to the apes. Except she did know.

She was terrified of them sometimes. She could see how they were improving their speech, at least Noa. Mae tried to fake an ape way of speaking, but it was very difficult to pretend and not let difficult words come out of her mouth. It was easier to stay silent. And the reason? She felt like she was teaching them human ways. And that felt like a nightmare came true. Mae saw the evolution among the apes. Spreading.

She learned to be around them, to joke and live a simple life surrounded by the apes. But she felt like crossing a line when it came to “teach” them.

They learned fast. Noa was the fastest. She remembered their conversation at the fire camp when they were after Proximus, how the ape asked about what they saw inside the telescope. She lied and said she didn’t know. Because she was too scared to talk about things only humans on earth knew about.

That same night, she observed Noa, fixing the electric weapon. She was terrified.

“Cold?” said a male voice behind her. It was Noa, holding a blanket in his hands.

“Yeah, a little” Mae answered. The ape sat beside her, squishing between her and Case.

The female ape rolled her eyes and move next to Soona so Noa wouldn’t suffocate her.

Instead of giving Mae the blanket, the male wrapped it around her shoulders. The human girl stood still.

“What are they talking about?” the leader asked in a quiet voice, so he doesn’t interrupt the story telling.

“About everything” Mae said “That old ape saw a beast one time. Nobody believes him”

“Oh, the big paws monster?” Noa snorted.

“Have you heard his story?”

“Yes, he tells it all the time” Noa took a peach from his little bag and started to eat it. Mae noticed how he only eats with his mouth close now. Something he must have learn from the human girl.

“Do you not believe him?” Mae inquired with a rise eyebrow.

“Nobody does”

“Maybe we could—” the girl was interrupted by a different ape, pointing direct at her.

“Okey everyone! Maybe it´s… time… for the Echo… to tell a… story”

Some apes were exciting to hear what the human had to say, while others stayed silent, cautious.

“Oh, I… I don´t really have a story”

“Everyone has a story” Noa said with a grin, he was enjoying watching Mae get embarrassed.

“Can it be made up?”

“Of course”

“Well, uh… there is this story” Mae started “It was very popular in my home. Every kid knew about it. It´s about a princess, well, she wasn´t really one—”

“What is a… princess?” an ape asked from the opposite side of the circle.

“Uh… they used to rule kingdoms—”

Everyone started to murmur, scared, fresh memories of Proximus and the kidnapping.

“But they were nice kingdoms, they were gentle and kind, and showed mercy” That was a lie “Anyway, she was not really a princess, she was just a girl who worked really hard to get what she wanted. On the other hand, there was this boy, who was actually a prince. So, this prince gets turned into a frog by an evil man, and only a true love kiss could turn him back into a human. Then, this girl, found the frog and became very fond of him, they kissed, and the prince turned back into a human, they were happy after that”

There was a moment of complete silence, Mae held her beath, not knowing what to do or expect. Then, a whole lot of questions were asked, all at the same time, the girl tried to answer all of them, without revealing too much or making them confused. That wasn’t the whole story, she skipped a lot of details, but she knew the apes wouldn’t understand the concept of magic or human customs.

“How were… the princess?”

“They were beautiful girls with castles”

“The frog… talked? Like you?”

“Yes, he did. That is how they got to know each other”

After a whole bunch of questions, Noa noticed Mae getting overwhelmed, so he called it a night and send everyone to sleep.

He accompanied the Echo to her room, stopping at the door.

“Goodnight Mae. That was a good story” he said with a smile.

“Thank you”

“Sleep, princess”

[justagalwhowrites]

Oral Fixation - A TLOU One Shot

It's your boyfriend Joel's birthday but what do you give the man who has given you so much? AKA You learn how to give Joel a blow job. A one-shot set in the Lavender universe.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender

CW: Oral sex, mild age gap (Joel is turning 33, reader is 21 almost 22), mild description of past sexual encounter involving oral sex that wasn't the best, Joel is almost disturbingly happy because he hasn't been traumatized yet RIP trauma-free Joel, unprotected P in V sex, no use of Y/N, 18+ only minors DNI

Length: 4.5k

A/N: The final part of the Joel Miller Birthday Celebration! Can be read as a stand alone fic with the understanding that reader is Sarah's nanny and has been seeing Joel for about six months.

Masterlist | Lavender Masterlist | AO3

September, 2000

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” you said, all but clinging to Cassie’s arm as the two of you made your way through the adult store. You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting but it wasn’t this, neon colored silicone penises and intimidatingly tiny scraps of lace everywhere you looked. 

“And I can’t believe you don’t own a vibrator,” Cassie said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t be such a prude, with the way you and the DILF go at it I’m pretty sure you’ve had more sex than I have at this point.” 

Your cheeks got hot but… she was probably right. You and Joel had sex a LOT. So much that it was hard to believe that, just six months earlier, you’d still been a virgin. Sure, you doubted that sex with anyone else was even half as good as it was with Joel but it felt like you’d been denying yourself a whole world of good things because you’d been reluctant to make that leap for so long. Now, you wanted to make up for lost time, something that Joel was happy to oblige. 

But, because you were so new to it, you didn’t really know much and, what’s worse, you didn’t know what you didn’t know. 

Which is why you’d turned to Cassie in the first place. Joel’s birthday was coming up and you’d drawn a complete blank on what to get the man. You’d never gotten anyone a birthday gift who wasn’t your grandmother or your friend. What the hell did you get a boyfriend? What the hell did you get a man? 

“You, naked, ready to recreate the filthiest porn the guy’s got,” Cassie said, not even looking up from the latest issue of Cosmo as she did. “And, because it’s you, bake him a cake or something. He’ll be thrilled.” 

“I don’t know that Joel watches porn,” you crinkled your nose. That made her look up. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She asked, incredulous. “Babes. He’s a man. Of course he watches porn.” 

“I’m sure he would if things were different,” you said. “But he has a kid at home, we have to fight for privacy, I don’t think he’s exactly sitting down and putting on some…” 

“He is,” she said, closing the magazine now. “I promise you, he is. Maybe less now that you’re in the picture but he definitely is. Stashed under his bed or in some shoebox at the back of his closet is a pile of all his dirtiest fantasies and all you have to do is gift wrap yourself, ready to fulfill them.” 

So you might have done some snooping the next time you were at Joel’s before he got home from work. 

Maybe. 

Just a little. 

And yeah, Cassie might have been right. There might have been a box - one a bit bigger than a shoebox but not much bigger - that had tapes and magazines inside. You took a quick inventory, looking at the covers of the videos and flipping through the pages of the more well-worn magazines. 

It seemed both invasive and oddly impersonal, rifling through something that was mass produced and clearly not intended for you to see but was something that it seemed like you should know. The women in the magazines and on the covers of the tapes were so much more… everything than you were. More sexy, more confident, more knowledgable. It made your stomach twist. 

Was this what Joel really wanted? He was older than you and you’d been a late bloomer in the romance department. Of course he had more experience but he’d never made it sound like anything was missing from your sex life. But maybe he was just being nice. Maybe what he really wanted was something more like whatever someone named Candy was doing on the back of this VHS sleeve. 

It seemed like the least you could do for Joel was find a way to give him what he wanted.

So Cassie had convinced you to come to this store to figure out something to do for him for his birthday. Not that you had much idea what that would be. 

“What’s his favorite color?” She asked, examining the tiny scraps of lace. 

“Forest green?” You asked more than answered, examining something that you were pretty sure was a bra but seemed to be missing some key components. You were about to move on to something else when one of the movies playing on the opposite wall caught your eye. It was one of the actresses from the tapes at Joel’s, you recognized her. She was looking hungrily at a cock before taking it into her mouth, eyes closed in bliss with a satisfied groan. 

Cassie noticed where you were staring and joined you, smirking a little. 

“Like watching someone get their dick sucked, eh?” She teased, elbowing you lightly. 

You glared at her. 

“I just…” You looked back at the screen. “I think Joel has that video.” 

“Really?” She said, brows raised, looking back at the screen as the woman started to slide up and down the thick cock. “Well, that’s simple enough. Just blow him, wham bam thank you ma’am, you’re set.” 

“I don’t…” 

“Oh don’t tell me you suck him off too much as it is,” she said. “Your sex life is already insufferably perfect.” 

“No,” you said, defensive, your cheeks getting hot. “I just…” 

“Just what?” She asked when you stayed quiet a bit too long. 

“I’ve never… done that,” you said, looking back at the screen as the woman there hollowed out her cheeks and moaned. 

“What!” Cassie yelped and you shushed her as the other people in the store turned to stare. “You’ve never…” 

“Not with Joel,” you said quickly. “I did once with a guy but it didn’t go great and I really didn’t like it and honestly I think Joel might be too big to…” 

“Too big?” She grabbed your arm, her eyes wide. “Babes, you said he was big but like… what do you mean too big? Gimme a ballpark, like…” she tugged you over to a wall of remarkably life-like dildos and pointed to one on the larger end. “That big?” 

“No,” you said and she looked relieved for a moment before you pointed to one that was even bigger. “More like that one.” 

Cassie’s jaw dropped, looking between you and the silicone dick in awe. 

“That’s what the DILF is packing?” 

“Can you please not call him that?” 

“You big slut!” She was practically beaming. “Taking that for your first time? You deserve a medal!”

“Can we just…” 

“That’s it, you’re sucking his dick for his birthday,” she said, grabbing flavored lube, throat numbing spray and a copy of the tape that was playing overhead. “As often as he apparently goes down on you? Seems like the least you can do is return the favor as he turns… what, 47?” 

You glared at her and she smirked at you. 

“33,” you said. 

“And you don’t want me to call him a DILF,” she said, grabbing a surprisingly conservative set of lingerie and a small vibrator on her way to the counter. “Come on, we’ll turn you into an oral champ before you know it!”

You watched the video with Cassie that night after you had half a bottle of cheap wine in your system. The woman on screen seemed so… into it. The one time you’d gone down on someone was the summer before you left for college, going out with a boy you met at the movie theater when you took the kids you were babysitting there to see Hercules. He was cute, nice, didn’t carry the baggage a lot of the boys you’d gone to high school with did. On your fourth date, you were making out in his car and he’d nudged your head down lower and lower until it was in his lap. He pulled his cock out and you cautiously, hesitantly, took him in your mouth and you did try to do what you thought he wanted while taking it slow. But it didn’t take long before he was moaning and thrusting up into your mouth and you gagged as he pushed your head down further on his dick. You’d all but ripped yourself away, coughing and sputtering, and he half heartedly apologized before trying to push your head to his lap again. You didn’t go for it that time and he took you home. You didn’t go out with him again, deciding to write off men until you were away at college and hopefully meeting one who was fine with you doing things like not sucking their dick. 

Which, Joel was. Or seemed to be, anyway. But if he enjoyed it - if it felt like it was something that was missing from your sex life - you wanted to give it to him. He’d given you so much, you wanted to give him everything. You just needed to figure out how to do it. 

After you giggled your way through the video the first time, you started it again as Cassie gave you some tips: How to breathe through your nose, how to swallow around your gag reflex, how to use your tongue, how guys liked when you choked on it a little. It felt almost like you were in class, taking notes on a piece of scratch paper you mentally vowed to set on fire after you practiced a little with a cucumber so no one had to know that you needed someone to teach you this stuff, stuff that seemed like it should come naturally to you. 

“Just use the throat spray, use the lube and breathe through your nose,” she said when she left to go home the next morning. “You’ll have him eating out of your hand.” 

“Right,” you said, trying to ignore the tight knot of nerves that had settled in your stomach. “I can do it.” 

You carefully selected a Joel-sized cucumber at the grocery store and tried to not feel like an idiot as you followed Cassie’s advice as you practiced leading into Joel’s birthday. It wasn’t as bad when there wasn’t someone shoving your head down on their lap though it still wasn’t your favorite thing. But for Joel? You’d deal. 

The day you were going to celebrate his birthday, the reality of it set in. If there was one thing you were an expert in by now, it was your boyfriend’s cock and your boyfriend’s cock was… big. What if the throat spray didn’t work as well when you weren’t the one in control of what was going in your mouth? Worse, what if you were just bad at it? What if he had an ex who was as good at sucking him off as that porn star would be and you’d be struggling to measure up the whole time? 

You were rarely nervous with Joel anymore but you were weirdly nervous as you made him dinner - chicken fried steak - and tried to not let it show as the two of you ate together and had drinks and cake while watching Alien in his living room after. 

“You spoil me way too damn much, baby,” Joel said as your head was nestled against his chest, his lips in your hair. You could feel him smile against you as he kissed you there. “Best birthday I’ve had in years, thank you.” 

“Well, I might have one more thing for you,” you said, sitting up from him and smiling a little, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Really?” He cocked a smile at you, his cheek dimpling. “Does it involve you naked?” 

“It might,” you teased, relaxing a little as you looked at him. This was Joel, the safest man you knew, the person you loved more than any other. It would be OK. “Want to go to your room and find out?” 

“Good luck stoppin’ me,” he winked, getting up and helping you off the couch. Once you were up stairs, the two of you kissed your way down the hall but he moaned as you pulled away from him and nudged him back toward the bed. 

“Just stay put,” you said. “I’ll be right back.” 

“Not goin’ anywhere,” he called as you disappeared into his bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, forcing yourself to take a deep, calming breath before going to his linen cupboard and pulling out the throat spray, lube and lingerie you’d stashed away earlier. You used the spray first, wincing at the antiseptic-like taste of it, before you quickly stripped, balling up your sundress and bra and pulling on the deep green lacy babydoll set Cassie had picked for you. As you examined yourself in the mirror - fluffing your hair and adjusting your breasts in the sheer cups - you gave your best friend this much: she knew how to help make you comfortable. The set wasn’t too revealing or over the top but still highlighted your curves and put all the parts of you Joel seemed to like best on display. 

“Thank you, Cassie,” you muttered before taking a deep breath and steeling yourself, the strawberry flavored lube clutched tight in your hand. You looked your reflection in the eye and tried to get lost in the almost-porn star version of yourself in the mirror. 

“You got this,” you said almost silently, giving yourself a single, resolute nod before going for Joel’s room again. 

He was sitting obediently where you’d left him, watching the bathroom door. You draped yourself against the frame, popping a hip out to accentuate your curves, one arm stretched high over your head against the wood. Joel’s mouth dropped open, his eyes going wide. 

“Like what you see?” You asked more confidently then you felt. 

“Goddamn, baby,” he said reverently. “Gonna gimme a heart attack, looking that damn good.” 

“Well don’t go dropping dead on me now,” you teased, walking toward him in what you hoped was a sexy way and not something that made you look like an idiot. “You haven’t even gotten your present yet.” 

He put his hands on your waist when you reached him but, instead of straddling him, you reached down and spread his legs so you could step between them. You knelt in front of him, holding his gaze as you did, reaching for his jeans to open them. 

“What…” he frowned, looking down as you freed his cock, thick and long and hard. 

“Told you,” you said, trying to make yourself sound sultry and not nervous. “I had something for you.” 

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you licked his shaft from root to tip, his skin velvet smooth and salty on your tongue. He groaned as you did and you took a deep breath as you took his tip into your mouth, sucking him gently as you did. 

Even just that was a lot and, as your tongue teased him, you squeezed some of the flavored lube into your hand before you spread it over his shaft, working him with your hand, your heart racing. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as you started taking more of him into your mouth, licking and sucking and trying to focus on breathing through your nose as you did. It took more time than you really wanted to get all of him in your mouth, swallowing past your numbed gag reflex as best you could to take his length into your throat. You moaned as you did, sucking him hard, hollowing your cheeks like the girl in the video had done and he moaned, too, his fingers tightening on the edge of the bed. “Goddamn, your mouth…” 

You would have smiled at that if your mouth wasn’t open so wide. Instead, you started trying to work his cock the same way you did the cucumber in practice, hopefully the same way the girl did in the video he had. 

Joel’s breaths started coming quicker, needy little pants dripping from his lips as his cock dripped in your mouth and you took the encouragement, trying to move faster as you did, trying to take him as deep as you could every time. 

But Joel was big and you were almost positive he was getting bigger as you worked him, his cock swelling even further, his precome salty at the back of your throat, and the faster you moved the harder he was to take. Eventually, even with the spray, it was too much and you choked, coughing and gagging enough that you had to pull back from him, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. 

“Woah, you alright?” He asked, leaning forward and frowning at you, still a little breathless as he did. 

“Mhmm,” you hummed as you nodded, trying to keep yourself from coughing, massaging your throat as you did. “Sorry, I just…” 

“Don’t apologize, baby, goddamn,” he laughed once. “Not after doin’ all that for me…” 

You smiled a little sheepishly, feeling like you could breathe again. But the numb feeling at the back of your throat was gone. 

“I can do it again,” you said, sitting back on your heels. “I just… I got some throat spray and I just need to…” 

Joel’s eyebrows knitted together, frowning deeper this time. 

“Throat spray?”

You nodded. 

“It’s numbing?” You said, almost like it was a question. “I hadn’t really done this much before and I really wanted to do it like…” 

“Like what?” He asked and your eyes went wide. Shit. You hadn’t meant to say that part. “Like what, baby?” 

“Like the woman in one of the videos in your closet?” You said sheepishly, your heart pounding, everything else coming out in a rush. “I’m really sorry, I just couldn’t figure out what to get you for your birthday and Cassie suggested finding out what porn you liked and trying to recreate it so I might have looked through some of your things, I promise it was just to surprise you and give you what you wanted and…” 

“Baby,” he cut you off gently, tucking his cock back into his jeans. “Hey, it’s OK, c’mere.” He tugged you up on the bed beside him and you kept your eyes determinedly on your hands. “Think you can look at me?” 

You took a deep breath but listened, gnawing on your lower lip as you did. 

“There are those pretty eyes of yours,” he smiled a little, cupping your cheek. “Now, I ain’t sayin’ I don’t appreciate the thought - don’t think any woman’s ever done something like that for me - but honey, I don’t want to do something you don’t want to do. I really don’t want to do something that’s rough enough on your body that you gotta numb yourself to get through it.” 

You frowned. 

“But you go down on me…” 

“Yeah, because I like to,” he said. “Like seein’ what I can do to you but that doesn’t mean you have to do it back to me, not unless you want to. And if you do want to, you don’t need to do it so hard that you hurt yourself. It’s not good for me if it’s not good for you, too.” 

You took a deep, steadying breath, and nodded. 

“Besides,” he smiled a little. “Haven’t needed those videos in a while. Honestly, I kinda forgot I even still had ‘em.” 

You scoffed. 

“Hey, I’m being serious,” he said. “Haven’t used ‘em since you and I got together, that’s for damn sure. And for a few months before that I may or may not have had better luck thinkin’ about this sexy nanny I had working for me…” 

“Oh really?” You teased lightly, heat taking the place of the nerves in your stomach. 

“Really,” he said, almost unsettlingly earnest. “I’ve been yours for a while, baby. And that’s because I love you, don’t have a damn thing to do with what you do in bed.” 

You smiled softly and kissed him, his lips gentle on yours for a moment before it deepened, turning hot and needy. 

Joel tugged you back on the bed with him, one hand splaying wide over your back, the other slipping into the soft lace of your lingerie to cup your breast. But, before you got too distracted, you pulled back from him, making him frown a little. 

“But what if I want to,” you said, biting your lip again. 

His frown deepened. 

“Want to what?” 

“Suck your cock,” you said, trying to ignore how hot your cheeks got. 

“Fuck, baby,” he said, his eyes darkening. 

“Because I do want to,” you said. “I want to make you feel the way you make me feel.” 

“You sure?” He asked. “Because I know I can be… a lot to take.” 

You smiled a little. 

“Think I know how big your cock is, Joel. And I know what I want.” 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned, lying on his back, freeing his cock and stroking it as he did. “Gotta take it easy and let me help.” 

You nodded eagerly before settling near his hips, taking his length in your hand and stroking him up and down, running your thumb over his leaking tip. When you looked at him now, you weren’t intimidated. Instead, you were hungry for him, wanting to feel him deep inside you in a different way, your mouth watering with it. 

You lowered yourself over him, licking his head, your tongue wide and flat against him and Joel groaned, his fingers tightening in the blankets on the bed. You took a moment to really experience him, the taste of him, the heady concentration of the scent of him in the thatch of coarse hair at his base, the tender softness of his skin. It shouldn’t have been surprising but you wanted more, more of all of it. 

So you took more, his tip disappearing into your mouth slow and easy. 

“Fuck, there you go baby,” he was damn near panting with need and you smiled a little around his intrusion, at what you were doing to him. “Nice and slow.” 

You moaned as you sank lower, easing more and more of him into your mouth before rising up and then taking a little more of him, your tongue pressed tight to his shaft as you did again and again. 

And then he was at the back of your throat, no longer numbed, and you tried to do what Cassie had told you to do: Swallow him past your gag reflex to get all of him inside. 

It worked, at first, your lips making it almost to the base of his shaft as he groaned. But it didn’t last, your body quickly trying to reject the thick heft of him in your throat, making you gag. This time, though you didn’t try and force it, pulling back quickly but leaving his head in your mouth. 

“You OK?” He asked, his voice strained, one large hand coming to cradle the back of your head. You just nodded, his tip still in your mouth. “Here, gimme your hand.” 

You obeyed and Joel guided your fingers to the base of his shaft. 

“Just…” you could hear the desperation in his voice. “Hold on like that, don’t gotta take it all. Feel the most at the tip, anyway.” 

You nodded and worked your way lower again, a little faster this time, adjusting your grip so you were still taking most of him into your mouth but not quite hitting your gag reflex. Joel’s breaths grew sharper, more desperate and you could feel him straining to hold back from fucking up into you and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of power at that, the way you could make him almost lose himself to pleasure. 

You started to work him faster, your tongue pressing and curling around him, your mouth working in tandem with your hand. It wasn’t long before you found your rhythm over him, rising and falling, sucking and licking, savoring every inch of him you could take. And even though you were focused on making Joel feel good, it was making you tight and needy, too, the hand not around his cock finding your slit, fingers trailing through the wetness that had grown there. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Takin’ me so well, baby, doin’ so damn good.” 

You moaned, working him harder, faster as your fingers grew firmer on your clit and you suddenly, desperately, needed all of him in your mouth, gag reflex be damned. 

So you took all of him, moaning as his head slipped into your throat, sucking him hard and fast and you felt him twitch in your mouth before he all but ripped you away from him, leaving you stunned for a moment. 

But then he damn near jumped between your thighs, shoving your panties to the side and pushing into you. You gasped at the stretch of him, your pussy already tightening around him. Joel’s hips snapped into yours just as fast as you’d been sucking him before. 

“Ain’t gonna last,” he said, burying his face in your neck and kissing the delicate skin there. “Too fuckin’ good at that, Jesus…” 

You could only moan in response, your own orgasm building quickly, your fingers tugging at his shirt as you tried to pull him impossibly closer, your pussy drawing tight around him for a second before you fell apart. Your orgasm was so powerful you couldn’t move, crying out with the force of it as Joel fucked into you twice more before he came, too, pressing himself deep inside as he spilled into you.

Joel collapsed, spent, on top of you after, still fully clothed and panting for breath as you held him close. 

“Holy shit baby,” he said eventually, still a little breathless. 

You laughed quietly. 

“Did I measure up to the video?” You teased. 

He pulled back from you, looking you over for a moment, like he was trying to tell if you were joking or not. 

“Think you know the answer to that,” he said, kissing you gently as he slid himself from you and lay beside you. He tugged you against him as he settled, tucking your head against his chest. “But in case it wasn’t clear, yeah. You beat ever damn porno I ever watched, ain’t even close.” 

You smiled, proud. 

“Good,” you said. “Because… I liked doing that.” 

You felt him lift his head to look at you before dropping back down to the bed. 

“Really?” 

“Yup,” you said, tracing your fingers over the outline of his pecs through his shirt. “Think I’ll want to do it again.”

“Sure as hell won’t get any arguments from me.” 

“There is a downside, though,” you said, sitting up just enough to look at him. 

“What’s that?” He frowned and you smiled. 

“Now I’m going to have to figure out what the hell to get you for your birthday next year.” 

He laughed and tucked you back against his chest. 

“Just keep givin’ me you, baby,” he said. “Doesn’t get any better than that.” 

A/N: I missed Joel and Doc so I wrote this. Thanks for reading them even more than a year after Lavender ended.

Happy birthday, Joel!

Love you all!

[charliemwrites]

Sniff sniff sneeze… woof

Content: Dub-Con Touching, Dirty Talk, Invasion of Personal Space, Fantasizing

You’re browsing the back section of the bookstore when the scent of pine tickles your nose. It’s the only warning you get before a large hand lands on your hip, a low voice next to your ear.

“Quite a selection ye’ve got there.”

You nearly drop the stack, only for a thick pair of arms to come from either side, steadying you.

Soap. You stare in shock at the corded muscles of his forearms, the dark tattoo decorating one. His hands are so big and rough against the backs of yours. What would they feel like holding your own, on your wrists, your thighs…

“Th-thanks,” you manage, tucking your books to your chest and spinning around.

He doesn’t give you any room to do so, forcing you to brush up against him. Even pressing your shoulders to the shelves doesn’t offer much space between your bodies; he looms over you, eyes unnaturally bright in the soft bookshop lighting.

“Um… hi,” you manage after a moment, the silence so thick and heavy it’s like a weight on your tongue.

The smile he offers you feels almost mean.

“Hey yourself, hen. Nice to see you without all the…. distractions.”

All the convenient excuses to leave, you think grumpily.

“How - I mean… do you live in town?”

He tilts his head oddly. “Aye, mostly.”

“Mostly?”

He ignores you, eyes flicking again to the titles stacked in your arms.

“Looking for inspiration there, are we?” he asks, tongue rolling slowly over his bottom lip. “Doesn’t all hafta stay in your imagination.”

You flush hotly. Didn’t think he’d even recognize any of those titles.

“That’s not - it’s just for fun,” you babble. “I mean - it’s none of your business either way.”

God, you’ve never wished for Johnny and his man-hating tendencies more.

“‘S a little my business, aye? Gotta know just how you want me to ruin you.” He narrows his eyes a bit in amusement, teeth peeking out with his smirk. “What name you wanna scream.”

You puff up a bit, humiliation thankfully morphing into anger.

“The only name I’m going to call you is — eep!”

He’s got your face in one massive hand, cheeks pressed to your teeth. Your heart thunders in your chest, head spinning with confused adrenaline.

“Maybe we should start right here, eh? I can spank this pretty ass while you try out different names.” He leans in close, lips brushing yours. “If you’re lucky, you’ll find one I like before you lose the ability to sit.”

You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut, mortified to realize the dirt and gravel in his voice is making you slick.

“Stop it,” you whine, pathetic to your own ears.

Then all at once he lets you go and takes a big step back nearly to the other side of the aisle. His smile is easy and friendly, arms swinging casually by his side. The only indication of what he just said, what he just did, is the unnatural gleam in his eye.

“Something like that is what you’re after, aye?” he asks. “Here.” He reaches to the side of you shoulder and plucks a book off the shelf, setting it on top of your selections.

“You’ll like this I think.”

He winks and then saunters off, hands buried in his pockets.

—

When you get home, Johnny greets you at the door, immediately sniffing all the places Soap touched. He even noses at the book Soap picked out - and dammit, it was one you were looking for. Told yourself you weren’t going to let him ruin it…. and that it means nothing that it’s the first one you’re going to read.

But first…

“I’ll go outside with you in a little bit, bud.”

You head straight for your bedroom and your fully charged toy in the nightstand. Johnny saunters in, ears perked.

“Just… just gotta get it out of my system,” you mutter to yourself. “It’s fine since he’s not here.”

You won’t admit to anyone, ever, not even your dog, that you fantasize about Soap making good on his threat while you fuck yourself. Thinking about that big, calloused hand spanking you raw right there in front of god and everybody while you sob “daddy please.”

The next time you run into Soap - a less raunchy, but still exhilarating encounter in the Tescos where he reminds you get lube - you barely say hi to Johnny before making a beeline for your room. And then promptly throw it at the wall in a fit of frustration when you find the battery dead.

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You Are My Sunshine [7]

Pairing: Jax Teller x Fem!Reader Word count: 4.7k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Teller Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; sunshine!Reader/grumpy!Jax (somewhat), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, canon divergent, canon typical violence (more tags to possibly come)

a/n: I love seeing how many of y'all have been enjoying this little series with Jax and Sunshine! I was tweaking the ending of this so it took a bit longer to get ready, but here you go! Enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Leaning against the wall of the clubhouse, Jax drew the lit cigarette back up to his lips as the sun gradually sank towards the horizon, disappearing slowly behind the automotive shop. The sky was on fire with a myriad of oranges, pinks, and purples, but that wasn’t what held his attention as he inhaled a deep drag. Blowing out a trail of smoke between his lips, Jax’s gaze lingered across the street.

For the past ten minutes, he had been standing outside in the clubhouse parking lot smoking a cigarette while watching you through the coffee shop’s windows across the street. You were alone in there as you closed your shop, wiping down the tables and counters with an uncharacteristic frown set on your face while you worked. Jax could spot it even from across the street, a matching one settling onto his own face at the sight. That expression didn’t belong on your face. As he raised the cigarette to his lips for another drag, he remembered how he’d stopped into your shop earlier today and overheard that you’d been having a bad day. The sight of you looking stressed, your arms full of bags of coffee as even more had been scattered around your feet, had pulled at something inside of him this morning.

For some reason the thought of you having a bad day bothered him. The goddamn frown that had been on your face all day whenever he'd caught you through the shop windows today bothered him. You were supposed to be the oddly bubbly and cheerful coffee shop owner across the street, the woman who radiated warmth and light like the goddamn sun itself. The woman who welcomed everyone with a smile. It wasn’t right that you were having a bad day, that there was a frown stuck to your pretty lips. He didn't like it.

Jax stood in silence smoking his cigarette as he watched you close up your shop. He was waiting for you to finish so that he could give you a ride home just like he’d told you he was planning to do this morning. It wasn’t safe for you to be out walking around Charming at night by yourself, not with the shit that had been going on lately.

“There ya are, Jackie,” Chibs said, breaking through Jax’s thoughts. “Been lookin’ for ya.”

Exhaling another thick cloud of smoke, Jax sent his sergeant at arms a sidelong glance and a single nod of acknowledgement. He’d been so wrapped up in watching you across the street that he hadn’t even heard his approach. Reluctantly, Jax tore his attention away from your tense form through the shop windows across the street and focused on him. Though Chibs’ eyes darted across the street at what Jax had been watching, his gaze lingering on you over there for a moment longer than necessary. There was a curious look in his eyes that Jax didn’t quite like. 

“Why, what’s goin’ on?” he asked Chibs.

At the question, Chibs focused back on Jax, his expression grim. “Don’t have anymore news on those home invasions, but Roosevelt’s tryin’ to get up our arse about it,” he informed Jax. “Came ‘round here earlier today making little threats about coming down hard on the Sons if any blood gets spilled in Charming.”

Jax’s jaw tensed at the information, his irritation flaring as his fingers tightened around his cigarette. He’d barely been out of Stockton running this club as its president and he already had a fucking mess on his hands inside of Charming. His own fucking people being targeted in his town. 

“It’s gotta be Pope,” Jax growled, his eyes dropping down to the almost finished cigarette in his fingers. “Retaliation for his daughter. Only goddamn thing that makes sense.”

“Aye, well, we gotta do somethin’ about this before it gets outta hand, Jackie boy,” Chibs said with a sigh. 

Nostrils flaring as he exhaled sharply, Jax nodded in response. His eyes darted across the street once more, drawing the cigarette to his lips for a final drag. You were wiping down the different machines in your shop now, which meant you’d be another ten minutes before you were finished for the night. Something he only knew from how often he’d stood outside smoking and watching you close your shop.

“Yeah,” he muttered, still focused on you. “I’ll set up a meeting with Pope. Try to feel him out. Doubt he’ll come right out and tell me anything useful, though.”

A silence settled between the pair, Jax’s eyes still fixed on you as he tossed the cigarette to the pavement. Absently he stepped on it, grinding it out beneath his shoe a little more roughly than necessary as he watched you continue to close up your shop. You were still fucking frowning over there.

“What’s goin’ on with that?” Chibs asked cautiously, his head gesturing across the street to you. “Don’t know how many times I’ve seen ya out here watching that girl while you’re having a smoke. Seen ya with coffee cups from her shop a few times now.”

Jax’s irritation only flared further at the probing questions. His personal life wasn’t up for questions or discussion–never had been, never would be. Turning to focus back on Chibs, a muscle feathered in Jax’s cheek as he fought the urge to just tell him to fuck off.

“There’s nothing going on with that,” he stated sharply. “You and my mother both need to stop fucking making it a thing. It’s not.”

A brow jumped up onto Chibs’ forehead at the harsh response, his mouth twitching as it fought to curl into a smile. “Ya seem pretty defensive, brother,” he pointed out. “For somethin’ that’s nothin’.”

Jax’s eyes narrowed into a sharp glare at Chibs, his anger only increasing at the way he was trying to keep poking and prodding at the subject. What the hell was it with everyone? All Jax had done was take an interest in someone that had such a curious and strange outlook on life–someone he’d only chatted with a handful of times because he found you interesting–and now everyone found it necessary to suddenly question what he was doing or to threaten him to keep his distance from you? Why the fuck couldn’t he just have this one thing to himself without it being anyone else’s goddamn business?

“Dont’ fucking look at me like that, asshole,” he growled. “There’s not a damn thing going on there. She’s nice to Abel and Gemma. Makes good coffee. Her shop is across the fucking street and she just happens to be more enjoyable to look at when I’m having a smoke than the rest of you fuckers. Not a goddamn thing more to it.”

“If I recall correctly, I remember a jealous Ima bitchin’ about ya giving some girl a ride home last night,” Chibs continued, that ghost of a grin still on his lips. “Wouldn’t happen to be the nothin’ over there, would it?”

“Piss off,” Jax snapped. “So what if I gave her a ride? She walks home alone at night. It ain’t safe right now for that shit in Charming, especially with her right across the goddamn street from us. Whoever the fuck is behind those home invasions might target her with how often Gem takes Abel there.”

Chibs’ hands flew up in mock surrender at the sharp edge to Jax’s words and his obvious defensiveness. While it looked like he had more to say on the matter, he kept his mouth shut on the topic.

“Alright,” he said, taking a step back towards the clubhouse. “I’ll be inside if ya need something.”

Staring at Chibs’ retreating back, Jax’s hands clenched tightly into fists at his side. Was it that goddamn impossible to believe that he’d just made a friend outside of the club? Even if he found himself occasionally flirting with you, it didn’t mean a damn thing. He wasn’t about to make a move on you, wasn’t going to risk tainting your light with his darkness. He just enjoyed feeling it cast away the shadows plaguing his mind for a little while. What was so wrong with that?

The evening heat slammed into you the second you stepped outside of Honest Coffee and onto the sidewalk, pausing to dig through your purse for the key to lock up your shop. You were ready to be done with this nightmare of a day which had only gotten worse despite how hard you’d tried to remain positive.

And the day only continued to get worse when you’d twisted your key into the lock of the shop door before it had gotten stuck in it. A frustrated noise slipped out between your lips like a hiss as you yanked on the stupid key, trying to retrieve it from the lock. Because of course this would happen when you were trying to just close up and get home for the night. As you jiggled the key and tried to loosen it, the palm of your hand frustratedly hit the glass door as the key remained in the lock.

“Key stuck, sunshine?”

A surprised gasp came from you at the sound of Jax, your head whipping over your shoulder. You saw the surly expression shift on his face instantly, his lips struggling to keep his amusement at your reaction hidden. That was the second time today he’d startled you. 

Raising a hand and gesturing at the key you were desperately yanking on, Jax raised a questioning brow at you. “You want some help with that?” he asked, fighting back a smirk.

With a frustrated huff, you stepped aside from the door and waved a hand at him. “By all means, be my guest,” you replied, watching as he stepped over to the door, “but that thing is really stuck in–”

In one swift movement, Jax had pulled the key right from the door with barely any effort. Your words died on your lips as you stared at it in his hand. A flat, unamused look crossed over your face as second later you reached a hand out, taking your key from between his fingers and placing it back into your purse.

“Thanks,” you grumbled.

“Still having a bad, darlin’?” he asked. 

“Clearly,” you muttered.

When you looked back at Jax, you saw a faint crease form between his brows as his eyes scanned your face. An unreadable expression was present, but you could tell he was thinking hard about something as he stood there in front of you. That’s when you remembered this morning when he’d stopped into your shop–which felt like a lifetime ago after all the other horrible things that had happened today–and how he’d said he was planning on giving you a ride home again tonight. You'd forgotten about that.

“You don’t need to give me a ride,” you told him. “I’m perfectly capable of walking.”

“Already said this morning that the ride wasn’t up for debate,” Jax replied, still quietly eyeing you. “But I think there’s something else we should do first.”

Face scrunching up at his words, you had no idea what that meant. Something else you both needed to do first? What else could he possibly mean?

Jax only chuckled at your confusion, grinning as he took a step backwards in the direction of the clubhouse. “It’s also not up for debate,” he informed you. “C’mon, sunshine.”

With a cautious curiosity, you followed after Jax as he crossed the street. You wondered what he could possibly have in mind with each step you took, starting to wonder if he was planning to drag you to a Sons’ party or something. Though once you neared the clubhouse, you noticed how much quieter the building was tonight than last night, meaning there clearly wasn’t a party going on this evening. But when Jax continued on around the side of the building and away from the front door, that only confused you further. Wordlessly, you followed after him, not understanding what he was doing until you saw him come to a stop in front of a ladder that led up to the roof of the clubhouse. 

Jax reached a hand out, resting it against the metal ladder as he turned around to face you, a wide grin stretching across his mouth. Did he want you to climb that? Immediately you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. There was no way in hell you were about to climb up to the roof.

“No, absolutely not,” you stated with a shake of your head. “That’s not happening.”

Jax's grin twisted into a smirk, the corner of his lips curling up at your immediate refusal. “Oh come on. It’s perfectly safe,” he assured you. “I promise.”

“Are you serious?” you shot back, eyes darting up the length of the ladder. “With the luck I’ve been having today? I’m likely to fall off of that and break something.”

“I’ve climbed up this thing more times than I can count,” Jax replied, his smirk gradually softening into something more reassuring. “You won’t fall off of it, sunshine. I’ll even climb up after you. Catch you if you start to fall.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s how that works,” you muttered, still eyeing the ladder nervously. 

Pushing off of it, Jax crossed the distance over towards you in the dim lighting behind the clubhouse. At the movement, your attention focused back on him, studying the uncharacteristic gentleness in his eyes. The sight of it had your heart beating a little unsteadily in a way that you weren’t ready to question.

“I wouldn’t ask you to do something that would hurt you, alright?” he told you. “It’s just…you’ve been having a bad day and that frown doesn’t look right on your face. Thought this might cheer you up.” His tone quieted as he turned his head, focusing on the roof of the clubhouse with a faraway look in his eyes. “It’s where I always used to go to clear my head. To think. Haven't been up there in a bit, though…”

The raw truth in his words and the vulnerability on his face gave you pause. This was something important to him and he was sharing it with you. It meant something. And not only that, he was attempting to try to turn your bad day around by doing something nice for you–which he absolutely didn’t need to do. A warmth unrelated to the evening air filled you at the thought.

Chewing your lip nervously as you focused back on the ladder, you knew you were going to push your fear aside and climb it. If he was going to let you in just a little bit more behind that hardened exterior of his, you weren’t going to push that opportunity away. 

Stepping over to the bottom of the ladder, you placed your hands on the cool metal and began determinedly making your way to the top one rung at a time. Though after the first handful of steps, you could feel your hands shaking slightly against the metal as you climbed higher. But you refused to stop, your stubbornness propelling you upwards until you finally reached the roof. 

Jax had been close behind you, pulling himself up onto the roof shortly after you. Nervously, you stepped over to the edge and looked over the side of it, scanning the parking lot below. You pulled a face at how high off the ground you were before Jax’s rumbling chuckle at your expense met your ears.

“We aren't that high,” he pointed out. “Besides, you're focusing on the wrong thing.”

Looking back over at him, you saw Jax point a finger upwards at the sky which had significantly darkened by now since the sun had fully set. You looked up, taking in the expanse of black and the handful of stars you could see through the light pollution. A crescent moon hung low in the sky, your eyes drawn to it next before your gaze gradually lowered, taking in the perfect view of downtown Charming at night. You could see quite a bit of it from up here.

“So this is where you come to think?” you asked, scanning the different buildings on the nearby streets below.

“Been awhile since I have,” he admitted again. “But yeah. It's quiet and away from everyone harassing me.”

Tearing your gaze away from the sight of Charming, you watched as Jax made his way over to a flat structure on the roof. He settled down onto it with a comfortable familiarity, as if he'd sat there hundreds of times before. You smiled warmly at the sight of him relaxed in his own world–one he'd just opened up a little to you.

“It offers a different perspective up here, that's for sure,” you mused, looking back up at the sky.

A heavy silence fell between the two of you for a few minutes, which seemed a bit out of place considering how loud it usually was around the clubhouse and the auto shop. Jax had gotten even more comfortable where he was sitting, his eyes watching you explore your surroundings as you carefully walked around the roof, taking in the different views from various vantage points. It wasn't until Jax cleared his throat that you realized how long he'd been quietly staring at you. 

“So why'd you name it Honest Coffee?” he asked, reaching into his kutte and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “Got a lot of dishonest coffee shops out there?”

You couldn't fight the surprised laugh that bubbled up out of you at the unexpected joke, turning around on the roof towards him. Jax was slipping an unlit cigarette between his lips as he grinned back at you, sliding the pack back inside of his kutte before reaching for a lighter. Your heart gave an uneven stutter at the sight of him looking like he did in the faint light coming up from the building below–carefree, content, and a little bit like a smartass.

“No,” you answered, that strange fluttering from earlier today returning at the sight of him sitting there. “I named it that because I liked the idea of a place that was genuine, you know? Real. Somewhere that felt welcoming for everyone. Because I feel like every community needs spaces like that.”

Jax leaned back on the structure, kicking his feet out in front of himself as he lit his cigarette. Afterwards, he took a deep inhale while his eyes lingered on you as he considered your response. After a moment, his other hand moved to the space beside him on the structure he was using as a seat. You watched him pat the space with his palm in invitation as he lowered his cigarette, expelling a long trail of smoke that drifted up into the dark sky. 

“Sit down, sunshine,” he said. “Don't gotta just stand there.”

Hesitating for a few seconds, you focused on the space beside him. There was plenty of room for you to sit there, that wasn't what had given you pause. It was the fact that you'd be practically sitting right against his side with barely any space between you both if you did. But when he tilted his head questioningly back at you as he flicked some of the ash off of his cigarette, you realized you'd sound ridiculous having to explain why you were still standing there if he asked.  

Crossing the distance over to where he sat, you lowered down to occupy the space next to him. Your thigh just brushed against the side of his as his body heat warmed the side of you. Turning to look over at him, you realized his face was barely more than a foot away from yours as he pulled his cigarette back up to his lips for another drag. Gaze dropping down, you watched the way they wrapped around the end of it, almost transfixed by his mouth as he did. When he withdrew the cigarette from his lips a few seconds later, smoke curled its way out from between them as he focused on the view of downtown Charming in front of him.

“I think you accomplished that,” Jax murmured, staring into the distance.

His voice drew you back to the present, your attention falling away from his mouth and instead focusing on his eyes. Even in the dim lighting on the roof of the clubhouse they looked full of turmoil, as if he was battling his own mind as he sat beside you. The pain you'd noticed lingering behind them in previous interactions had returned as he sat staring into the distance.

“Accomplished what?” you asked.

There was a long pause before he answered you, his eyes glancing down at the cigarette pinched between his fingers. His attention remained there when he spoke, his voice low enough that you had to pay close attention to actually catch what he said.

“Making your shop feel welcoming to everyone,” he answered.

He turned towards you, that vulnerability from a bit ago having returned. You figured it was a rare sight when it came to him. But there it was as he fixed you with his endlessly expressive eyes–a rawness you knew you needed to be careful with, to properly appreciate the fact that he was showing it to you.

“Gotta say, sunshine,” he continued just as quietly, his cigarette still pinched between his fingers as he held your gaze, “there aren't too many places I've ever gone in my life where someone just saw me. Not the kutte, not some criminal, not someone to be feared, but just me.” A bitter scoff fell out of him before he added on, “Actually, there's never been anywhere like that for me.”

He shook his head, looking back out over the view of downtown Charming as he brought his cigarette to his lips again. Swallowing hard, you felt his confession twist your heart inside of your chest. He'd never felt like he'd ever been seen for just himself before? No one had ever seen Jax Teller as just the man he was and not the Son? The thought saddened you as you watched him sitting there smoking, that melancholy still lingering in his eyes. It took a great amount of willpower for you to resist the urge to reach out and place a comforting hand on his shoulder, not wanting to push his boundaries too far. 

“You're always welcome at Honest Coffee,” you reminded him. “The only thing I see when you come into my shop is a guy that just wants a coffee.”

A soft, amused huff fell out of him as he shot you a sideways glance. It was obvious he was about to abruptly attempt to cover up that vulnerability he'd just laid bare in front of you.

“Just a guy, huh?” he mused. “That's what you see?”

The smallest, teasing grin tugged at your lips. “Unless you're a very well disguised turtle.”

Something almost like a snort fell out of Jax before a surprised bark of laughter followed it. His shoulder bumped against yours playfully before he shook his head at you. Your own smile grew on your face, warm and genuine, at the sight of his. You liked when his smile reached his eyes, liked the way it brightened that darkness in them. 

“You caught me, darlin’,” he joked back. “I'm just a turtle with a Harley.”

“That why you wear the kutte?” you asked him, gesturing a hand at the leather vest. “Covers your shell?”

Another bark of laughter came from Jax, his shoulders shaking and gently bumping against yours as the pleasant sound rumbled through the night. The cigarette dangled between his lips as he focused back on you, a wide grin on his face as the corners of his eyes creased in amusement.

“Are you guys all just secretly mutant ninja turtles?” you continued, laughing lightly yourself. “Is that why I always see you guys eating so much pizza in the clubhouse?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said around the cigarette in his mouth, a chuckle accompanying the words.

“Now you all seem even less threatening if you're just turtles,” you mused, enjoying the way he was silently laughing beside you as he smoked. “I'm amazed all of you can even operate a bike let alone run an auto shop.”

“Goddammit, sunshine,” he muttered with a shake of his head, the smile still on his face. “You're something else, that's for damn sure.”

“I'm a delightful presence,” you replied, lightly nudging his shoulder with yours as your tone grew more serious. “But thank you. This actually did make my bad day better.”

Jax withdrew the cigarette from between his lips, blowing the smoke away from you. “Yeah?” he asked. “Well same here, sunshine.”

His eyes held yours for a long moment, the last of his cigarette forgotten as a tension suddenly fell between you both. It felt like something had shifted unexpectedly in the air as your eyes held his, a trail of smoke drifting up to the night sky from the cigarette in his hand. Mouth going dry, you realized just how close he was actually sitting next to you, how you could feel the heat from his body warming the side of yours and the pass of his warm breath over your neck. You could smell the scent of him beyond just the leather and cigarettes–there was something sharp and woodsy, too. He smelled good. Safe and comforting. 

But the longer you sat there in the tense silence that hung heavy in the air, not too sure if one of you had inched closer to the other, you noticed that faint, worried crease between his blonde brows forming. Something troubled and conflicted seemed to be swimming in his eyes as they continued to hold yours captive, and that's what had you slowly breaking out of the moment.

“Are you…okay?” 

Your question came out just barely above a whisper, your eyes still focused on his. A muscle jumped in Jax's cheek when you spoke before he broke eye contact, leaning away from you as he drew the cigarette back up to his lips for another drag.

“You just always seem like there's the weight of the world on your shoulders whenever I see you,” you continued just as softly. “Like there's something on your mind.” 

You paused for a moment, watching him roughly blow the smoke out from between his lips without a word, his fingers fidgeting with the cigarette between them. He seemed almost agitated now and you had a feeling it was your switch in conversation, the way you'd focused on him. Clearly, he was done being vulnerable with you tonight.

“I'm not saying you need to tell me anything, I just…” you trailed off for a moment, hoping you weren't ruining things between you both by opening your mouth. “I was just wondering if you were okay.”

“I'm fine, sunshine. Should probably get you back home, though,” he said as he abruptly stood up, ending the conversation before it even began. “Don't wanna keep you out all night. I know you gotta get back.”

Clearing your throat, you tried to shake off the disappointment at him avoiding answering you. But what else would you have expected? For him to suddenly reveal absolutely everything inside of himself to you? Standing up beside him, you watched as Jax dropped his cigarette and crushed it out beneath his shoe along the roof.

“Yeah, I need to make dinner. Get some stuff done at home,” you said half-heartedly, attempting to hide that odd wave of disappointment filling you. “I should get back.”

Jax gestured his head across the rooftop, his expression oddly hard to read now. “Lemme give you that ride.”

Following behind him, he led you back over towards the ladder at the edge of the roof and carefully helped you down onto it. The care and concern in how he gently guided you onto it didn't go unnoticed by you despite his current shift in mood, but as you descended the ladder, you wondered if he'd ever lower his guard with you like that again or if you'd just pushed too hard too fast and ruined your chances.

[sourszt]

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 | aphrodisiac + exhibitionism

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — tenth doctor x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — nsfw, aphrodisiacs, exhibitionism, reader and doctor are being watched, dub-con if you squint (aphrodisiacs are administered without consent), slightly ooc doctor, kidnapping (?)/slight hostage situation, penetrative sęx, top!reader, “doctor” is said/taken sexually, “sweetheart” used, lmk if i forgot anything!

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — so the aphrodisiacs aren’t really aphrodisiacs but like a truth serum, if that makes sense. slightly misleading but it has a similar effect and result so ask me if i gaf! idk something about david tennant lately just has me rolling around with my fist in my mouth.

you and the doctor often found yourselves in indescribably wacky situations, but this one was by far the one that took the cake.

the doctor was feeling challenging that morning and decided to take the two of you to a distant planet over a million years in the future to find another adventure. it had been a while since the last one and you two were growing bored. what he didn’t expect was to be immediately overpowered and taken prisoner by this new species.

neither of you even had a chance to identify them properly before being knocked out with a needle to the neck and tossed into a shared cell. which, oddly, wasn’t even the strangest part.

when you awoke, you found the room was decorated with cameras in every corner, only one large bed, a small separate bathroom, and a rather large mirror that was likely double sided for observation.

it all felt a little too… intense. invasive.

the doctor was laid beside you on the ground, still asleep. his hearts were still calmly beating when you pressed your fingers to either sides of his neck. the only abnormality was that his skin was warm to the touch. you were quick to get to your feet, screaming eto be let out. but you found it was a little more difficult than it should have been.

it was like your bones had been replaced with lead and your skull stuffed with cotton. your stomach was a similar story. it was uneasy and empty from having been asleep for however long you were, but you didn’t quite know if it was because you were scared or starved. had they used some alien compound drug to knock the two of you out?

no, that wouldn’t make sense. the doctor was almost immune to stuff like that.

still, something was definitely off.

you struggled to keep yourself upright and grasped onto the tiny ledges that the room had to offer you. it was harrowing; the silence that answered your cries for help. surely something should have revealed itself by now. a voice or perhaps some hologram in the middle of the room.

the technology was sure to be advanced, you just didn’t know how much. it was certainly advanced enough to keep the two of you indefinitely locked in the room.

it took you a while to accept that nothing was going to work, so you turned to waking the doctor up. you knelt by his side and shook his shoulder, frantically calling his name. he jolted upright after a few hard shakes and took in his surroundings, looking to you to fill in a few gaps.

“doctor, what is this place?” you asked, panic quickly subsiding now that your smarter counterpart was up and inspecting.

he didn’t respond for a long time. his wide eyes scanned the room from top to bottom while his hands patted each of his suit pockets. “i’m afraid i’m not going to be much help. for the first time, i don’t quite know.” the doctor shook his head and pulled at the collar of his shirt. his face subconsciously twisted into one of discomfort. “they took my… my screw- sorry, is it hot in here?”

his question caught you off guard and you suddenly became aware of the clothing clinging uncomfortably to your body. it felt like it shrunk a size and the temperature was raised to triple digits.

you peeling your jacket off like it had a venomous spider on it answered his question. he mirrored you and removed his blazer, then loosened his tie. “can’t tell if their plan is to roast us alive or if this is a negotiation tactic.” the doctor’s eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to think.

“what’s there to negotiate?” you knew the answer wasn’t going to be good. but the doctor never gave you one for he was too deep in his own thoughts.

you watched realization, or something adjacent, creep onto his features before it suddenly melted into worry. “oh, no. no, this isn’t right.” he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and to his flushed cheeks.

that panic from earlier only heightened. “what? what is it?”

“whatever they injected us with… seems i’m not immune to it.”

it was a response too vague for your liking. “what will it do to us? kill us?” it felt like you were beginning to run a fever. the heat went beyond external and it was reaching you from the inside. everything felt like it was on fire, but it was far from painful.

the doctor gave you a brief once over before averting his eyes. he searched for something to stare at. “quite the opposite. i think it’s some sort of neural catalyst. a bit like a truth serum but…”

“what’s it, like an aphrodisiac?” everything clicked into place. it made sense. the symptoms: the spike in temperature, the way your breathing felt like it was slowing down, the way the doctor suddenly looked undeniably attractive. “my god, have they given us an aphrodisiac?”

“if it’s as advanced as it should be, i don’t think it’s that simple.” the doctor froze, his head swiveling towards you. “i suppose it’s some kind of… stimulus that brings the truth of someone’s desires to light. i guess it was a negotiation tactic, if someone’s true intentions were to bring harm to ‘em. what do you mean aphrodisiac?”

your eyes narrowed at the doctor, who grinned down at you. “don’t try to tell me you don’t feel it. you said it yourself, even you’re not immune to it.”

“yes, but i never said anything about aphrodisiacs, you naughty thing.” the doctor never missed an opportunity to taunt you, even through his own discomfort.

you were too worked up to fight him back. instead, you dove for the bed and tried to concentrate on anything else but the growing heat in your stomach. it was starting to become unbearable. “well then, how do we fight it off? there’s got to be some sort of override to it.”

“i’m sure you’d like to override it, ay?” the doctor jabbed with a cocky laugh.

“doctor!” you scolded him, trying to remind him how serious the situation was.

it appeared he was already well aware, but was far too deep into his own symptoms to even begin to think of a solution. “right, right. sorry.” he tried to clear his head but it was to no avail. the serum made its way past his defenses for the first time and he had no idea how to handle it.

“you know, if i wasn’t so hot and bothered myself, i’d say i was flattered. you were never the most subtle thing, but…”

you were hardly paying attention. your attention was zeroed in on the massive mirror across the room for the past minute. “d’you suppose they’re watching us now?” you glanced at the cameras mounted in each corner of the spacious room.

“perhaps.” not an ounce of concern carried through in the doctor’s voice. if anything, it sounded a little deeper than usual. that playful, teasing bounce to it was gone.

you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, knowing you were just a breath away from snapping and releasing your inhibitions on the man. out of the corner of your eye, you knew the doctor was already staring you down.

“what are we meant to do, doctor!” it was less of a question and more of a cry of defeat.

“look at me.” such a simple instruction, but it made your face flush red. you physically couldn’t comply because you knew what would follow and you had no idea how many eyes were on the two of you. “that’s what you’re meant to do. look at me, sweetheart.”

the doctor knelt on the other end of the bed, his hand tucking itself underneath your chin and turning your head. he didn’t have to force you, only a gentle beckon. the look in his eye was nothing out of the ordinary.

there was no strange hypnosis in them nor the lifelessness of manipulation. he wanted this. truly.

“doctor,” you whispered. you gravitated towards him, the proximity nearing dangerous.

he sighed. “have you always called me like that?” he seemed to be indifferent to your concerns about being watched. then again, the doctor was always one to give a show. perhaps that was a part of his desire. “you know there’s no other way out of it. if you don’t want to, i’ll find another way but you need to say something now.” he spoke with an urgency that sounded painful, like the thought of your rejection physically hurt him.

you were quick to close the gap, pulling him in by his collar. he sighed into the kiss like it was the antidote to his problems.

everything was a blur after that. the doctor’s hands were all over you as you shifted to straddle his lap. he grabbed at your hips, your ass, your thighs, your face and neck. it felt better than you had ever imagined. and his lips were utterly intoxicating.

you couldn’t help the breathy moans that would slip amidst your mad scramble to get each other’s clothes off. the doctor couldn’t get enough of those gorgeous noises. “c’mon my dear, don’t get all shy now.” he whispered breathlessly against your throat before pressing a chaste kiss to your skin.

kisses that trailed down to your chest while he searched for the clasp to your bra. “you’ve no clue how bad i’ve wanted this.” he murmured against your skin. his hands cupped your bare breasts, which elicited a whine from you.

instinctively, your hips rolled into his lap and you could feel him through the thin fabric of your panties. he was hard. and big. you moaned at the thought alone, desperately reaching for the buckle to his belt.

“needy thing, aren’t you?” the doctor teased, watching you with hooded eyes as you undid his trousers and freed his cock. he hissed at the contact alone, his head rolling back with a low whine when you started to slowly fist his cock. it seemed he was just as sensitive as you were.

you ducked down to catch his lips in a deep kiss that he gratefully accepted. he hooked his fingers into one side of the waistband of your panties and very impatiently ripped the fabric until it fell off of you in two pieces. you hardly expected something like that from the doctor.

in your momentary stupor, he roughly grasped your hips and guided you over his cock, running the head through your impossibly soaked folds. he watched each muscle in your face twitch with pleasure before sinking you down onto it.

his forehead pressed against your chest with a weak moan and sharp curse, though they were drowned out by the cry that tore from your throat. the feeling of your tight, wet cunt squeezing around him already told him this wouldn’t last much longer.

“shit,” he groaned when you finally started to move. it was well against your better judgment but you couldn’t resist it anymore. your body was on automatic now, itching for release.

you steadied yourself with a hand on the doctor’s knee as you rode him, angling your body back which allowed him a spot that made your mind go blank. the doctor quickly caught on to this and worked to meet your thrusts until he was fucking you from underneath.

“please don’t stop, don’t stop,” you pleaded, blinking back tears. “doctor, don’t stop!” it was all you could manage to say, chanting it over and over like a prayer.

“god, you’re fuckin’ filthy,” he muttered through gritted teeth. you had him nothing short of mesmerized. the way your tits bounced with each thrust, the way your cunt so greedily sucked him in, the way your head rolled back with each scream you let out. he couldn’t believe he didn’t do this sooner.

he could tell that you were close by the way your pussy clenched around him. “come on, that’s it,” he pressed his palm to your lower stomach, his middle finger rubbing circles around your clit.

the final stretch that broke you. your thighs tensed and your body arched into his hand as you came. the cries that came from you were likely to be heard by everybody within a mile of the room.

the doctor followed not long after, lifting you off of him with seconds to spare before releasing on your inner thigh.

neither of you were quick to move, adjusting to the slow return to homeostasis. it felt like the temperature had gone back to normal and your minds began to register what happened.

when you found the doctor’s eyes, you were worried they would be full of regret or disdain. but they stared right back at you with something you’ve never seen in them before. you didn’t have the strength to analyze it, though.

instead you collapsed beside him and prepared for a nap. “if those things were meant to observe us, i’m sure they got enough material.” you remarked.

the doctor laughed softly. “oh, i’m sure they did.”

lowkey dook but idc this came to me in a vision.

[sxvual]

Felicity • f o u r

a/n: here it is! definitely my favorite so far, she's a long one so enjoy plzzz lmk how you guys felt about it!

DM always open 💌!

cw: a little angst, mentions of infidelity, suggestive mature content

listening suggestions : love me not by ravyn lenae

word count: 8.2k

Athena’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of the high-rise building, each step a rhythmic reminder of her control—at least, that’s what she told herself. She was dressed to perfection, in a pair of tailored black slacks, a fitted black turtleneck that accentuated her posture, and a sleek designer leather coat draped effortlessly over her shoulders. Gold jewelry glinted in the light as she moved, the kind of elegance that demanded attention, demanded the attention fitting of someone who owned everything around her literally. The St. Clare & James building was buzzing, the gala had gone off without a hitch yes, but there was always more to do to ensure the success of their brand and everyone else's they handled. 

But today… today something felt off.

Her hair was pulled back into a sleek, tight bun, her features set into a neutral mask of professionalism, but beneath the surface, tension coiled in her chest, tight and uncomfortable.

Those instincts of hers were doing their thing again, and Athena was listening. 

The usual eyes that followed her felt… different today. The glances from employees who typically nodded or greeted her with respect and admiration were now more intense, more scrutinizing. There was a weight to the gazes, something sharp in the air that sent a chill down her spine. It wasn’t the typical level of respect or admiration she was used to—no, this felt oddly personal, invasive. 

Like they knew something she didn’t. Athena's sculpted jaw twitched with uncomfortable anticipation. As she strode past the marble pillars of her building’s lobby, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched like prey in the middle of a room full of predators.

She tried to push the feeling down, tried to convince herself that it was just the stress of being the boss, that the pressure of keeping everything together might have been playing tricks on her mind. But the whispers, the sideways glances, they weren't normal. They were too deliberate, too unsettling.

Athena gritted her teeth as she stepped into the elevator. She had work to do, and she couldn’t afford to get distracted by something that felt like nothing more than a passing gut instinct. As the doors closed, she leaned against the mirrored wall, exhaling slowly.

The tension in her body didn’t dissipate. If anything, it tightened further as she reached closer and closer to her office on the 21st floor. 

The elevator chimed as it reached the top floor. Athena straightened, exhaling, ready to face her empire once more. But when the doors slid open and she stepped out into the hallway, her gaze immediately froze.

Dallas was sitting there.

Her estranged husband. He looked out of place in the pristine, modern decor of her building, his posture too casual for a place that demanded respect. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his tailored suit immaculate. But the smirk on his face—the one that she remembered all too well—made her blood boil.

“Dallas,” she said through gritted teeth, her voice flat but carrying a weight of venom beneath it.

He didn't rise to greet her. Instead, he leaned back in her chair, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "Athena. Didn't expect to see you so soon today," he said, his voice oozing with false politeness.

Every muscle in her body tensed, fury rising in waves beneath her skin. His presence was an intrusion, an affront to everything she’d worked so hard for in the months since they’d separated. Months of putting herself together after the betrayal, months of pretending she wasn’t broken. She had fought to reclaim her life, to rebuild, and now here he was again, like a specter of her past, refusing to let her move on.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Athena snapped, her fingers gripping the edge of the door frame as she stood still, glaring at him. “You have no right to be here.”

Dallas didn’t flinch. He simply regarded her wandering eyes, his gaze steady as he folded his hands in his lap. “I think we need to talk.”

"Talk?" Athena repeated, stepping closer to him, her heels clicking with each deliberate step. "I have nothing to say to you, Dallas."

A flicker of irritation passed through his eyes, but he quickly masked it with that same smug expression. “I’m not here to argue. I’m here to fix things between us.” There was nothing genuine about him, from his botoxed cheeks to his overly gelled hair. He was as fake as they come.

Her heart gave an involuntary lurch, the anger bubbling up once again, thicker and fiercer than before. “Fix things?” she said, her voice rising. “You’re going to fix things after what you did?” The words tasted like acid on her tongue, bile and rage fighting for control.

“With who? Gotta be some other bitch, because it ain’t me boy.” Something about Dallas always brought out the angriest side of her, the one she tried so hard to control and mask behind cold neutrality. “Estupido.” her faint accent slipped past her defenses. 

Dallas finally stood up, adjusting his jacket as he faced her—it looked cheap, without her to damn near lay his clothes out every morning Dallas looked ass backwards in his funky red and grey plaid suit. His face softened, though his voice still held that overly controlled tone, giving away his insincerity. “I know I messed up, Athena. I know I hurt you, but I’m trying to make it right.” He paused for a moment, watching her carefully. “We can fix this, you and me. I don’t want a divorce.”

The words hit her like a slap in the face. “You don’t want a divorce?” Athena’s voice trembled with the force of her restraint, her chest tightening with every word. "You don’t get to make that decision anymore, Dallas. You cheated on me. You lied. You broke everything between us." Her pulse thundered in her ears, but she didn't flinch. “No. I’m done with you.”

Dallas stepped forward, a flash of annoyance crossing his features as he reached for her arm. She jerked it away, eyes blazing. "Don't touch me."

“I know it’s hard to see past the anger, Athena, but this isn’t just about what I did,” Dallas said, his voice lowering. “It’s about us. I want to reconcile. I want to make this work. I’ve realized what I lost, and I can’t let you go. And we can’t move on till you admit your faults too…”

Athena’s face crumbled up like a ball of paper. She couldn’t have heard that right, there was no way…admit her faults. What the fuck was she at fault for? She didn’t disrespect their vows, their marriage, their fucking home. Yeah—further going through his messages and emails Athena realized Dallas had also brought his whore into their home to play house whenever she was away. 

Calmly as she could, she stepped forward and shoved Dallas with more might than she even realized she could muster. “My faults? Please Dallas, tell me how I played a part in YOUR affair?” In shock Dallas stumbled into the armchair behind him, and looked up at with stupefaction like at any moment her steely gaze would turn him to stone. 

But it went quickly and Dallas arose, the fake sincerity gone, his jaw clenched and teeth bared like a dog ready for a street fight. This is how it was when they argued. Nasty and hateful. 

“All you cared about was this,” his hands flew wildly around his scrawny frame as motioned around her dimly lit office. “For the past 2 years you’ve practically fucking lived in this builiding, you made this damn company you’re life.” his eyes were wild as he threw accusations at her like sharpened daggers. 

“I built this place up from the ground, excuse me if it means something to me, excuse me if I can’t lean on mommy and daddy’s money to save me from all my failed business ventures.” Athene spat the words at him like venom and she almost swore she could see him flitch at the ferocity. Dallas was a trust fund baby, his parents were brainless politicians that let him coast through life with his dick in hands. And now Athena was paying the price.

“God,” he shook his head, “you always thought you were better than me, you wanted to be the man so bad, might as well take my balls with you to work everyday Athena, shit!” 

Athena was taken back, how dare he accuse her of emasculating him. All she ever wanted was a man, a real man but Dallas blamed her because he couldn’t step up to the plate. Yeah that’s her fucking fault!

Athena stared at him, incredulous, her heart pounding. The nerve. The sheer arrogance. “If that’s the case, then what is this? You want me back because your little affair with Tiffany ended? Yet you can’t even stand me! You don’t want me, you just can’t handle that both of us left you, and you’re alone. You’ve been begging her for forgiveness, haven’t you?” She shook her head in disbelief. “I’m not your second choice, Dallas. You don’t get to come crawling back to me just because your side piece left you. You made your bed. Now lie in it.”

His facade was cracked fully at this point, his words came out harsh, spit flying. “Tiffany didn’t leave me because of you. She—”

“Don’t even,” Athena interrupted, her voice rising with each word. “You can’t keep playing the victim. You ruined this, Dallas. Not me. You. Your actions are only on you!”

The tension in the air was thick, the silence between them loud with unspoken anger, regret, and bitterness. Finally, Athena turned her back to him, moving toward her office.

“You’re still married to me, Athena.” His voice followed her, a final attempt to keep her from walking away. He said it like it meant something, like he owned her. “We’re not officially divorced. And you’re not the only one who’s hurting here.”

She stopped in her tracks, her back to him, her shoulders stiff as a sheet of ice. For a moment, the weight of his words sank in, and then she spun on her heel, fury painted across her features. “I don’t need your permission, Dallas. We are done. If you can’t give me the divorce, I’ll take it to the courts, and you know I’ll win.”

He opened his mouth to say something else, but she cut him off with a sharp, final gesture. “And you don’t want that, I’m trying to be reasonable but I don’t know how long that’ll last…remember without me you can’t afford to pay me alimony.” She bit, because they both know Athena would take him to the cleaners just for fun. 

Dallas opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. “Don’t come back here. Ever.”

The door to her office slammed shut behind him, leaving her standing in the quiet, still chaos of her own emotions. She pressed her palm to her forehead, trying to steady her breath.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

It was Roman.

Taking a deep breath, she answered. “Roman.”

“Hey, beautiful, I’ll be by soon to pick you up for lunch—” His smooth tone even over the phone slid through ears like warm honey. Athena closed her eyes for a moment, allowing his voice to ground her, offering something steady in the midst of the storm she’d just walked through. “Sounds perfect,” she said, her voice finally returning to something resembling calm. “I’ll be ready.”

Athena decided she’d wait in the lobby for Roman, slamming the door of her office behind her  with a force that rattled the glass in its frame, the anger that had been simmering just beneath the surface finally boiling over. And she no longer wanted to be in a space where Dallas occupied. His overpowering cologne stealing the air in her otherwise fresh smelling office. 

She couldn’t even process the words she'd exchanged with Dallas—everything had happened too quickly, a blur of old wounds opening, all of it made worse by the smugness that radiated from him like an odor she couldn’t shake off.

She walked a quick unshakable pace to the elevator, her heels clicking harshly against the polished floors, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet halls.

How dare he? After everything, after the lies, the betrayal, after everything he had done to her, he still had the nerve to sit there with that self-righteous look on his face, acting like he had a damn right to talk to her like they were still some happy couple.

She ran a hand over face, tugging at her skin in visceral frustration. She was so tired of him. Of him and everything he had brought into her life—his deceit, his manipulations. Every time she thought she was finally free of him, he found a way to worm back in, like some fucking parasite. And now, this.

She stopped mid-step and looked at her reflection in the glass wall, glaring at herself for a moment, as if to remind herself of the woman she was supposed to be—the strong, confident Athena who never let anyone take advantage of her. But all she saw was someone who had been foolish enough to believe in the lie that was her marriage.

The anger swelled again, hot and biting, filling her chest like a fire that refused to go out. She could still feel the weight of his eyes on her, the way he'd looked at her like she was just supposed to forgive him, like the months they’d spent apart meant nothing. 

Like he hadn’t shattered everything they once had with his affair, with her. Tiffany. His secretary. The one who had been so willing to tear apart their life without a second thought. Athena clenched her fists, the burn in her stomach rising up into her throat, suffocating her.

How dare he.

She needed to calm down, and needed to get a grip. She was the boss—the boss. No one should have the power to throw her off balance like this. But Dallas had a way of getting under her skin. Always had. He was charming, manipulative, a master of wearing people down until they just gave in, until they couldn’t see the damage he’d done anymore.

And that was what infuriated her the most—he thought he could just walk back into her life. Thought that after all the lies, all the hurt, she’d just roll over and let him back in. Like the months of separation, the broken promises, the countless times she’d told herself she was done with him, meant nothing.

And now he wouldn’t give her the damn divorce.

She slammed her hand against the elevator wall, her breath coming faster, heart pounding. He was refusing to give her the divorce. Still holding on to her, like she was some damn possession to be claimed, like she couldn’t make a choice for herself. That was the final straw. She had tried to cut ties, tried to walk away, but he was still clinging to her, trying to force some kind of reconciliation on his terms. And the worst part? He was only doing it because Tiffany—the woman he had left her for—had dropped him like a bad habit the second she got what she wanted.

She was just some kind of consolation prize now. He wanted her back only because the one he actually wanted didn’t want him anymore.

God, how he disgusted her.

Athena took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She could feel the sweat gathering at her temples, the tension in her shoulders tightening as she held herself rigid, trying to keep it together. The office was too quiet now, the silence pressing down on her, suffocating her. She looked out the window, staring out over the city below, but it did nothing to calm her.

Her thoughts were racing, every flash of her past with Dallas, every broken promise, every moment of trust shattered into pieces. She had worked so hard to unfeel it all. To erase him from her life. She didn’t want to feel that pain anymore. She didn’t want to feel like she was still stuck in some kind of never-ending loop of resentment and frustration, where every time she tried to move forward, he found a way to drag her back.

But he wasn’t going to win. He wasn’t going to get to control her like this. Not anymore.

She ran a hand over her slicked back hair, her thoughts snapping back to the phone call she’d had earlier with Roman, the promise of lunch. The thought of Roman was a fleeting comfort. He was different. He didn’t see her as a prize to be fought over. No—Roman was someone who understood the value of autonomy, of choice. He wasn’t trying to reel her back in under false pretenses. He had no ulterior motive. He wanted her for her, for what she brought to the table—not because he saw her as a way to fix his own problems.

Professionally that is, Athena mentally caught herself.

But thinking that maybe he wanted her in another way…that thought made her feel… lighter somehow. Like maybe there was a path forward that didn’t involve constantly looking over her shoulder, worrying about whether or not Dallas was going to rear his ugly head again.

With a deep breath, Athena straightened up, wiping the last traces of anger from her face. She had a meeting with Roman. She had work to do.

Dallas could wait. He didn’t own her. Not anymore.

She reached for her phone and sent a quick message to her assistant, requesting that she be left undisturbed for the rest of the day. Athena didn’t have the mental space for any more interruptions. Not now.

The past was behind her. And whatever came next with Roman… well, that was something she was ready to face, with no baggage holding her back.

She was done with Dallas. She was done being dragged back into that toxic mess. She just had to go about being done with him permanently. Legally. 

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Athena adjusted the sleek leather jacket over her shoulders as she stepped into the elevator, her heels clicking against the marble floor of her office building. The echoes seemed louder than usual today.

 A strange, heavy air had followed her through the halls since her tense confrontation with Dallas—an unresolved storm that left her head buzzing. It was likely the appearance of Dallas that had her office buzzing, Athena liked to keep things close to the chest especially when it came to her relationships but somehow the gossip mill still went on. 

It was only a month after her separation did the entire office catch wind of the trouble in paradise. She made a mental note to not only have Dallas’s presence banned from her workplace, but also contact someone in HR and arrange for a presentation on professionalism and the importance of performance management. If only she could stay out her damn business to the email.

She exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the bad energy as the elevator doors closed.

As the doors opened, she stepped out into the lobby, scanning the room for Roman. She spotted him immediately. Even in the crowd of suited professionals, he stood out—his presence commanding without being overpowering, his sharp suit and confident posture making him a natural focal point. He was holding something towards her.

Athena’s body physically stuttered. He had flowers. Roman had flowers for her…

Roman smiled when he saw her approach, his eyes warm with a hint of mischief. "I hope you don’t mind," he teased, his voice rich with an easy charm as he gently extended the bouquet of wildflowers and tiger lily’s towards her. 

She took them at a loss for words, “You got me flowers.” her statement came out wobbly like a question, so unlike her. She stared at the mix of pink, orange, and reddish hues and fought down a grin. 

“I did, my mother would kill me if I took a lady out and didn’t give her flowers. I hope you like them, so I contacted your assistant and asked what you might like.” Athena's head tilted questionably, Just how the hell did he know to do that? 

“I called the office, told them who I was. They put me through to her…” 

Athena sucked her teeth, she wanted to scold the employees, maybe even fire somebody  in charge of the company phone tree, but it was no use. A name as big as Romans was bound to get through and get what we wanted.

Athena couldn’t help but smile, the tension from earlier lifting just slightly, she held her flowers closer. "Well aren’t you just chivalrous as ever"

“What can I say, I know how to treat a lady, now let me treat you some more,” Roman replied smoothly, offering her his arm.

 “You more than deserve a nice meal. I’ve picked a place, trust me. It’s… the kind of place where business is always secondary. Let’s enjoy the food, the atmosphere, and maybe, if we’re lucky, each other, before we dive into the heavy stuff.” He held a sly grin clearly proud of the double meaning behind his teasing sentiments.

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. "You know how to make an invitation sound enticing. But this is just a business meeting, Roman, you know this..” 

"Just wait until you see the restaurant," Roman said, flashing a grin. "It’ll live up to the hype." Not acknowledging the rest of her statement. 

Athena couldn’t help but feel a flicker of gratitude for easygoingness and oddly his flirtation despite clearly knowing it crossed professional lines. After the confrontation with Dallas, where every word had felt like a challenge, this felt like a breath of fresh air—a small moment where things were about her. Where she didn’t have to shoulder the weight of everything alone. It was a luxury she hadn’t had much of lately.

They made their way out of the building and into the crisp afternoon air. Roman's car, sleek and black, awaited them at the curb. Roman opened her door immediately, offering his hand to help, causing her face to heat up. 

Athena slid into the passenger seat, grateful for the quiet moment that followed. She used it as a second to collect herself before he rounded the car to take his place in the driver's seat. The drive was smooth, Roman’s easy conversation making her relax as the city moved around them.

In the passenger seat sat straight up, her posture impeccable even against the comfort leather seat waiting for her to sink into it. Her deep brown eyes, ever cool and alert, surveyed the outside with a learned measure calm. 

Yet, while composed, she couldn’t ignore the subtle tension that electrified the confined space between them after the small talk died down. 

Roman, in the driver's seat, stole glances at her—a glance that lingered on every detail: the graceful curve of her tall, softly built frame, the way the few curly pieces of her highlighted hair framed her face—she was effortless elegance. And her captivating eyes—undoubtley Roman’s favorite part of her…so far that is, held unspoken invitation. 

He shifted in seat and leaned just the smallest big closer to her, his frame warm and engaging. 

“Hard to believe an executive like you has such a busy schedule and still finds time for a….personal meeting,” Roman remarked with a playful lilt as he drove. He also knew from calling her assistant that she originally thought he was calling for an appointment and regretfully informed him that Athena James had cleared her schedule for a late lunch today.

Though her expression remained unmoving an almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of her full glossed lips, “I run my own firm, Roman. St. Clare & James isn’t a side project—it's my life. So, you’d think I’d be inundated with calls and meetings,” her tone was dry but laced with humor.

Roman chuckled, his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Well maybe I’m just lucky or perhaps it's just fate that the best cross paths like this..” he smoothly said as he adjusted his grip on the wheel.

He inched the conversation with an almost cocky air, “But, between you and me, I can’t help but notice how you make every minute count.” Athena lifted her chin slightly unsure of what he was getting at. 

Roman continued, “Even on a regular hectic day, you look….undeniably mesmerizing.” 

The air in the car crackled with electricity. Roman knew what he was doing, and Athena was letting him. Even worse, she caught herself enjoying it. 

‘What a way with words you have Mr. Reigns. I'm surprised you're not somewhere choking on your own charm,” she quipped, edging him with a playful warmth.

Romans smile widened. “The way you say Mr. Reigns will have someone choking on something for sure.” She scoffed, completely shocked by the outright boldness. Athena should’ve wrung him out to dry for his misplaced sexual innuendo. 

Yet she didn’t.

Because it wasn’t that misplaced, was it? That little voice in her head taunted her. And so did the teasing smirk resting happily on Roman’s annoying handsome face. 

“I see a lot in you Athena—your skill, your poise, and yes, your beauty. It’s not often I meet someone who commands a room with the strength of just her pinky finger, and the other day you did more than just commanding the room. You saved my reputation.” 

For a moment, the banter softened into a comfortable silence, filled with unspoken admiration. Roman’s mind raced in the silence with thoughts of their upcoming meeting—the potential of working together, her thrilling intellect, and her undeniable sexyness. 

Allowing himself a private moment of reflection: Here was a woman who could not only elevate his public image but simultaneously be the most alluring woman he’d ever come across. 

She was the object of all his current desires, and while Roman was sure to admire her beyond her physical beauty—her strong resolve and strategic mind standing out—having a beautiful face and out of this world body surely had a draw on the big man who at the end of the day was just a man. 

When they arrived, the restaurant was even more impressive than Athena had anticipated—a quiet, upscale spot tucked away in a corner of the city that seemed to belong to another world entirely. Roman led her inside, and the maître d’ greeted them by name before escorting them to a private table in a corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the main dining area.

The atmosphere was intimate, luxurious, with soft lighting and deep velvet accents that made the space feel warm without being too flashy. Roman held the chair out for Athena as she sat, and the small gesture—thoughtful yet simple—felt oddly comforting.

“I must insist before you start,” he cut in before Athena could begin with characteristic charm, “we eat first.”

Athena raised her brow at his direct defiance of her, “Lunch?” she echoed, her tone cool and curious. 

Roman nodded a smile playing along his lips, “Absolutely. You handle crises like a virtuoso. But even the best need to refuel. Besides, it gives us time to talk—and who knows, maybe even enjoy each other's company a little more before we get down to the nitty gritty.” 

Smoothing down her tailored attire, a picture of professional elegance. She acquiesced and picked up her menu without meeting Roman’s enticing brown eyes.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I already picked out some dishes you might appreciate.”

Athena couldn’t help her full smile, and Roman drank it in with vigor. Beautiful. 

They were greeted by the sommelier, who suggested a bottle of wine, and Roman agreed immediately, signaling a shift in the atmosphere from business to something far more personal. The clink of wine glasses filled the space between them, and for the first time in days, Athena felt herself start to unwind. 

And despite everything she tried to warn him about, strict professionalism that is, Athena found herself getting more comfortable with Roman than she anticipated.

As they sipped their wine, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—some banter about the city, a few shared stories from their respective childhoods, and talk of recent trips. The food came in courses, each one more delectable than the last, and Athena found herself truly enjoying the experience, something she hadn’t done in a long time.

Forgetting the purpose of their meeting originally entirely. 

Until Roman broke the comfortable silence that fell over them as they ate. Eyes never leaving hers, “I must confess,” he began, “even as we sit here, I can’t help but be drawn to your skillful sense of balance. You have impeccable business acumen and well…everything else that makes you extraordinary.” Roman wanted to think all of this praise was coming from his lustful desire, but the words flowed most naturally because he meant them. 

He wasn’t a liar by any means, he just didn’t think he’d find himself so entranced by a woman he barely knew. Or at least someone he was looking to hire. 

Her stare softened ever so slightly and for once it was plenty noticeable, not a blink and you miss it sort of thing, however Athena still attempted to hold onto her professional guard. 

“Extraordinary" is a strong word, Roman. I run a business after all. I have clients, deadlines, and a schedule that doesn’t leave much room for personal indulgences.” But something told her Roman Reigns would do his best to see his way around all of what she just listed. 

And while her voice was steady her eyes hinted that she wasn’t entirely immune to his charm. 

Leaning forward, Romans voice lowered to a more earnest timbre. 

“That’s exactly why I want you on my team, Athena James. You’re not just handling another case, you're handling mine. And I’m aware that my reputation, my very image, relies on the work of people that are exceptional. I’m offering you an opportunity to add a high profile client to your portfolio,” and potentially to other places, like your bed, he daringly thought. “And in return you get to work with someone who appreciates the art of your precision and flair.” 

After a lengthy pause Athena let her fork gently clatter to her plate. Her face turned inquisitive, “Roman, let me ask you this,” she said carefully, “why would I personally handle your case like you so obviously want, on top of all of my duties? I have a team to manage PR for high profile clients everyday, never myself. What makes it beneficial for me to invest my time and experience into you?” 

Unbeknownst to her, Athena leaned forward as well. The two spitfire faces were only inches apart as she challenged the man so many crumbled before on a daily basis.

Roman’s eyes glinted with the thrill of the challenge, and he responded smoothly, “Because, Athena, you are the gold standard. You elevate everything you touch—I did my research, you get people movie deals, awards, their names headline the marquee—if I have you personally at my helm, pulling my reigns…” he let the words hang in the air between them, letting the woman before feel the full weight of his words. “It's not just about reputation, it's about transforming it. And Athena I wanna be transformed by you and only you.” 

Athena bit her lip unconsciously, she never thought someone could be so…real. So raw. In their convincing ways.

Roman continued, wishing he could get closer to her and cursing the damn dining table selfishly taking up the space between them, “Your involvement sends a message that my brand isn’t just being managed; it is being mastered by the best in the business. And for you, that's an opportunity to showcase your skills in the spotlight. Us,” he flicked his finger between them. 

Athena caught herself liking the ‘us’ aspect of this more than she should. 

“It's mutually beneficial—your personal brand grows, and I get the advantage of working with the brilliant beauty that is you.” 

Athena regarded him thoughtfully, the gravity of his speech settling deep within her. “I’m aware of the professional benefit from our alignment,” she conceded, “But I need to be sure that this isn’t just about your physical affinity for me. I need to know our collaboration is built on a foundation of shared goals and mutual respect for our individual expertise.” 

Roman’s voice softened, his tone earnest as he leaned forward, close their noses could brush if one person just moved a tad bit forward—”Athena, I’m not merely attracted to you because of your beauty—though, believe, your elegance, your confidence, your sexiness. I’m drawn to you because your skill is rare, your mind, the keen sense of timing you have. These qualities I respect deeply. And I believe what we can create together can transcend the ordinary.”

Athena hummed as he went on, “I want to work with you because you challenge me.” 

For a long moment she allowed the silence to fill the space between them. Her eyes searched for any sign of deception but she couldn’t detect any. She didn’t know whether or not she liked that. 

Finally, with a reserved but genuine smile, she replied simply, “Okay. We’ll get started officially tomorrow. But let's be clear: I want you at my office on time, 7 am, I plan to undo everything those imbeciles taught or told you, and also it will be professional. I have a reputation to uphold, and I won’t compromise on that.” 

Roman smiled warmly at her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and unspoken triumph. “Yes, ma’am.” 

From then on their conversation flowed easily, peppered with banter and moments of shared understanding it was just natural. She could feel the weight of her earlier confrontation with Dallas still lingering, hanging at the edges of her mind like a shadow. Roman, ever perceptive, seemed to notice the change in her demeanor.

“Something’s on your mind,” he said gently, his tone more serious now. “You got quiet on me..”

Athena’s first instinct was to deflect, to bury the conversation under a smile and a change of subject, but something about Roman’s genuine concern made her pause. She chewed on the inside of her lip for a moment, trying to decide whether to let him in.

The walls around her were high, built over months of pain and betrayal. She’d only just begun to peel back some of those layers with him, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to trust him completely with the truth—especially not yet. Still, the way he looked at her, the steadiness in his eyes, made her think maybe, just maybe, he could handle a little honesty.

“I’m fine,” she said, but even to her own ears, it sounded too rehearsed. She pushed her wine glass around in a slow circle. “It’s just… a lot happening at once.”

Roman studied her for a long moment, then leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You don’t have to tell me everything, Athena,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “But if there’s something bothering you, I’m here. You’ve got a lot of people depending on you, but you don’t always have to carry that burden alone.”

Athena looked up at him, feeling the sharp edges of her defenses begin to dull under his gaze. “I… appreciate that,” she said, but she still wasn’t ready to reveal the full truth. Not yet.

“I’m not asking for all the details,” Roman continued, his voice warm with understanding. “But I can see when something’s off. And I know that life for you can get… complicated. So, I just want you to know, if you ever need to talk, I’ll listen. No judgment. No expectations.”

Athena swallowed, her chest tightening slightly as she tried to hold her composure. The simple gesture of him reaching across the table, gently intertwining their fingers, made her heart skip a beat.

Roman’s touch was warm, grounding. His thumb brushed over the back of her hand in a slow, soothing motion. “I like you, Athena, I don’t mind being there for you. You don’t have to go through everything alone.”

The sincerity in his voice almost made her want to open up completely. But she didn’t. Not yet.

Instead, she let out a slow breath, nodding. “Thank you,” she whispered. It was enough for now. More than enough.

The moment of quiet between them was brief, and soon they shifted back to business—though it didn’t feel like business in the same way it had earlier. There was an unspoken tension building between them, a chemistry that neither of them could ignore.

“So,” Athena said, taking another sip of wine, trying to shift the conversation to safer ground. “You’ve been circling this topic all afternoon. What makes you think you’re a worthy client for me?”

Roman’s lips twitched, the teasing glint in his eyes returning. “Ah, you’re finally getting to the real question.” He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving hers. “Let’s just say, I know how to keep things interesting. And that’s exactly the kind of energy you need. What you do is about more than just PR. It’s about crafting an image, controlling perception. It’s about making people want to know more. And frankly, Athena, I think we’d make quite the team. We both like to control the narrative, don’t we?”

Athena raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. “Is that what you think this is? A ‘narrative’?”

Roman’s grin deepened, and he leaned forward just slightly, lowering his voice. “Oh, I think you’ll find there’s a lot more to this than a ‘narrative.’ But you’ll find that out soon enough.”

She couldn’t deny the chemistry sparking between them. The playful banter, the undercurrent of flirtation, all of it added layers to what had already been a promising partnership.

The air between them shifted, charged with an energy that was both electric and dangerous. As the conversation continued, Athena couldn’t help but feel that, for the first time in a long while, she was being seen for who she really was—not just the boss, but a woman who deserved something more than the weight of her past. And maybe, just maybe, Roman was someone she could lean on to help carry it.

No. He’s a client now, that door is closed.

By the time the check was discreetly settled on Roman’s end, the pair felt that the boundaries business and personal had been acknowledged but firmly acknowledged. Outside the restaurant, the two hadn’t realized how long they stayed. The sun had already begun setting.

Roman pulled up outside Athena’s condominium in his sleek black SUV, the soft glow of the streetlights turning the pavement into a ribbon of gold. The conversation from their late lunch turned dinner lingered in the air—a blend of business strategy and dangerous flirtation that had both of them charged with anticipation. 

Roman made his way around to her side, opening her door and offering her a hand that lingered just a tad longer than necessary on the small of her back, even fully clothed her skin still felt hot. 

“Goodnight Athena.” Roman began to step around to the drivers side, his voice was low and smooth. He moved away from her planning to wave another polite farewell and retreat back into the solitude of his vehicle. 

But before he could, Athena caught his arm—his very muscled arm. And she didn’t know what made her do it, why the hell her lips and mind betrayed her so harshly. But her dark eyes, still vibrant from their earlier exchange, locked onto his. “Roman, wait.” she said softly. 

“I-I’m not quite ready for you to leave..” And now even the usually suave and controlled eyes of Roman Reigns flickered with abject surprise, “Oh?” he replied. “And what did you have in mind?” his voice dripped with tease. 

A slow smile spread across her face as she took a step closer. Maybe it was the wine. 

“How about a quick nightcap? Just a quick drink to celebrate this,” she motioned between them, her small hand whisking between them, “Just a quick drink—no work talk, no agendas.” she offered her tone, lost its ice completely, just warmth and suggestive invitation. 

“Are you sure?” Roman wanted to jump at the chance to say yes. But he had to be sure it wasn’t the two glasses they both had, and that Athena was genuine. 

For a moment, the air between them seemed to crackle with possibility. Roman’s pulse quickened, and he hesitated, caught between a rock and a hard place. He had a duty of upholding their agreement, being professional in spite of attraction and the temptation of what could possibly be a dangerous encounter. “I…couldn’t say no to that,” he voiced rich mischief…and longing. 

They walked side by side to the entrance of her building, their conversation minimal, anticipation at a maximum as they embarked on the elevator. In the cool air of the building, the tension pulsed between them—the few playful comments they did exchange carried an undercurrent of desire that neither was quite able to ignore. 

Once the elevator dinged, it opened up to a dimly lit sky high penthouse. Athena’s place was characterized by minimalistic decor of beiges and nude muted tones, tall glass windows covering the majority of the walls. It was simple, warm, and very her. The soft hum of the after hours and bustling city below wrapped snugly around their warm bodies. 

Athena attempted to tug off her heels standing up but they didn’t slide off easily. Roman offered a hand, wordlessly easing her to the near sectional and making her sit. Kneeling his large well over six foot frame down to a kneeling position in front of her. He made easy work of sliding her glossy black So Kate’s off her worn feet. 

Athena would’ve said thank you had she not been so preoccupied drinking him in, for all he was worth. 

It went without saying that Roman Reigns was handsome, but Athena saw it a little more clearly now, ironic given her buzz. He wasn’t just handsome, he was sinfully handsome. His burly frame was impressive, more than honestly. Even in his pale khaki suit jacket she could see the way his biceps bulged beneath the fabric, like they were trapped and just wanted to get out. 

And despite knowing better Athena wanted nothing more than that. His face was even better. He oozed sex, his smile, his high cheekbones, that jaw, even his beard just lightly speckled with hints and bits of grey enticed her. Athena felt it now.

In full force that feeling she struggled to keep control since she met him night ago at the gala, she wanted Roman Reigns bad. 

“Pour us a drink?” Athena’s voice was husky, almost, warm. Roman hadn’t left his spot from between her legs, her heels strewn about the floor beside them. There was an edge to her words—a hint that she, too, was willing to blur the lines that separated them.

Roman’s heart pounded uncomfortable in his chest as he nodded a simple “Ok.” He was lucky Athena didn’t have X-Ray vision because if she did, his body would betray the anticipation bubbling within him, with a hint of something else. Nervousness. 

Roman Reigns didn’t get nervous around women, except he did. 

Athena fucking James was making him a nervous wreck horny wreck. And he was loving it. 

While he went over to the drink cart across the tastefully decorated living space, Athena bare feet padded across the hardwood to a stereo set by the media set up. A low hum of R&B soon filled the space, merging with a quiet murmur of their expectation. 

Roman returned to the plush white sectional where Athena had kicked her feet up at, sitting beside her he smoothly transferred her bare feet to his lap and slid a drink into her hand. She sipped painfully low, wrapping her soft lips around the glass in a way Roman swore was intentionally seductive. They relaxed quietly in the space of each other, a soft and intimate ambience filled the space between them, each moment drawing them a tad closer. 

But as the nightcap progressed the flirtation deepened. When the silence between them broke, Roman’s compliments began to carry a more personal tone. “Y’know Athena,” he said, his voice surely dropping an octave, “I can’t help but notice the way your eyes light up when you talk about your work. It’s like you see the world differently than everyone else.” His glazed over eyes softened and now Athena could take note of the slight lines around his eyes, they came from age and experience yet Roman donned them like a tasteful accessory. 

“And, if I’m honest, that passion—it's sexy.” Athena's smile faltered only slightly when she met the intensity of his stare. “Roman..” They were treading dangerous territory. Her voice wavered only slightly, both amused yet cautious. Things were getting heated too much too fast, but nobody made any moves to stop anything that was bound to occur.

They were walking together now after all.

“We shouldn’t be doing this..” 

“Yeah—you’re right, you usually are. But, Athena, this feels like the most natural thing in the world.” His hand inches closer, lightly brushing the warm skin of her face, bringing her closer, till her noses finally touch. 

The contact was the first she’d felt in months and it sent a shiver down Athena’s spine. Any semblance of composure she had built up had fallen weakly at her feet now. Her hazel eyes drooped, growing heavy with unspoken desire. 

Roman’s burned with longing that was deeply personal, like he’d be starved for this. A desire to know every part of her as intimately as possible, even as they both knew of the consequences. 

Things were escalating, and in an instant before either could protest, the tension broke like a wave. In a surge of raw desire, he pulled her on top of him. The world narrowed till it was only the two of them, the only sound the rapid beat of their hearts. 

In one breathless moment, Roman’s lips found hers, and the kiss was fierce—a mingling of passion and desperation. Their bodies responded almost instinctively. 

Roman, driven by an uncontainable need, pivoted sharply, flipping them on the couch, gently lying Athena on the cushion and he rested atop her. The impact was a jolt and a testament of his strength. A physical manifestation of the pent up frustration that had been building since they met—eagerly craving release. 

“Athena,” he murmured. His voice thick with desire and conflicted urgency as his lips still chased and fought hers in their own unique dance for dominance. 

“Roman…” she paused as he went to work diligently on her neck, peppering with chaste kisses and rough sucks. “We shouldn’t..” But the weakness and wobble in her tone quickly betrayed her, revealing her need. 

Excitement and apprehension tangled in the air. They could be ruining everything before it started; they both knew that, and yet nobody was stopping.

She clutched at his shirt and he made quick work of removing, only briefing letting his lips leave her, the coldness of her absence he felt immediately. Those arms she fantasizes about were on full display now, his hard sculpted chest and intricate tattoos displaying the object of all her desires.

For a long suspended moment, they sat together attempting to devour one another, the air around them warmed to an almost suffocating temperature. Their bodies even hotter as they pressed together crazily close. Their kisses deepened, a collision of desire and uncertainty, as each surrendered to the moment while simultaneously grappling with the consequences. 

Roman’s mind raced even as his body acted on impulse, every rational thought screamed that this might bite him in the ass later—but he wanted it. He wanted her too badly to even think of stopping. Her pull was irresistible, a force drawing them impossibly closer.

Athena’s eyes were practically over laden with want, and albeit a tad of warning, neither cared.

They both responded by deepening their kiss, as if to say despite knowing the risk, in that fleeting moment, nothing else mattered. Their hands roamed, each touch and caress filled with promises of passion and lust. 

In that charged, heart–pounding moment, Roman and Athena made quick work of stripping one another and became both lost and found in each other’s embrace—it was like a collision of aggression and yearning.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow they would go back to the way things should be, professional, strict. 

For now, in the dim light and only the echo of their heavy stolen breaths for company, they let the moment carry them away. Unaware that when the morning came, reality would demand its due. But tonight, they allowed themselves to be swept in a need that blurred all the lines—and left them both trembling and moaning within the throes of their passion.

Yeah, I scammed ya out of a smut scene 😏🙃

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[namelessprayers]

ivan often pestered till by asking about the meanings behind his songs, which in turn, prompted till to put more thought into the lyrics than he originally would.

it should've annoyed him, because really, who was ivan to be so invested in the business of his writing? but regardless of if ivan was supposed to be asking till such questions, the answers were eventually given through various layers of insult and irritation.

as always, ivan would still respond with the ingenuine smile of a star in the making, the kind that made him unpredictable even to till despite their years of shared proximity. it was never clear whether ivan's expressions were sincere or learned, like some sort of trained instinct instilled to make up for what wasn't naturally occurring.

till liked to think that ivan's weirdness was just a factor of perspective, since most of the other kids seemed unperturbed by him. however, their combined weirdness that oddly repelled everyone else put till at a loss of explanation. somehow, ivan in till's presence was unapproachable and till in ivan's presence was a warning sign.

strange inquiries and half true emotions aside, till was generally well acquainted with ivan's invasively evasive abilities.

therefore, a majority of ivan's questions were a subtle allusion to something more important and a lot of his expressions were strained with something other than its simple appearance. ivan was misleading, as both person and performer; it was like he could never decide whether he was alive or acting alive, and that fact was visible in both his general existence and stage presence.

this is all to lead into the question ivan asked as till finished drafting up another song, wearing a gaze pointed directly into the blue of the sky in a misleading manner of disinterest, even as the sincerity clumsily tumbled out his mouth.

"do you think paradise exists?" and in his head, till's immediate response to ivan's question was a resounding no.

a paradise wasn't just having mizi there as some brittle beacon of hope or being in a place as perfectly positioned as anakt garden. a paradise would have no aliens. till wouldn't be alone.

although, that brought the subtle insinuation that someone like ivan wouldn't exist. ivan, technically till's first friend. ivan, too unpredictable for a world like paradise. it'd be something of a paradox, till decided, to have ivan in a place of truth and honesty such as the proposition of paradise.

"who knows," till said, instead of everything else, "but it's definitely not anywhere near here. i'll get there anyways, someday, and everyone who was ever important will be there too. none of the aliens, just the humans, in paradise."

'you can come too', till nearly let slip out along with the rest before omitting the thought itself from his mind.

"if there was a paradise, i wouldn't be able to go. so it doesn't matter if it exists or not." answered ivan, unhelpfully, as it was to his own question. still, it certainly had some effect on till, because what the hell did that even mean? and quieter than before, ivan continued, "i'll never be human enough to be with you."

[insertthenewblhere]

Even before I was fixated on them, I, as a teenager, was oddly infatuated by Rabbids Invasion, particularly the lab episodes. I get why now…

Ya see.. the Rabbids are being tested on their intelligence. But the way the scientists test them is by giving them tasks without explaining what said task is to the Rabbids. The Rabbids expectedly, do their own thing with the tools given to them instead.

The scientist treat the fact that they didn’t immediately understand the assignment as a sign on unintelligence. They also treat the Rabbids choice to do something different as another sign of unintelligence.

Rather then trying to understand how Rabbids think as their own species, they mark them as lesser because they don’t do what’s expected of them, even though what’s expected of them is never properly explained…

It’s exactly like having learning disabilities in school!!!

[mymoodwriting]

5.2k, android!Key, yandere, possessive behavior, alcohol consumption, drug use, police investigation, missing persons case, manipulation, loss of time, amnesia, delusions, adrenaline, rash behavior, kidnapping, needles, sedation, invasive technology, smut, fingering, breast play, penetration, vibrators, aphrodisiac, over stimulation, memory play, brainwashing, mind control (@starillusion13)

“Please, come back soon.”

Your eyes shot open and you took in a shaky breath. As you composed yourself you recognized your surroundings to be your room and the lack of sunlight let you know it was still night time. You reached over to your phone on the nightstand, checking the time. You groaned as you realized your alarm would go off in a minute and decided to just get up. Oddly enough you felt well rested, but this vague uneasiness was present. A dream you just had lingered in the back of your mind, but it was nothing but a blur that was fading away. There was no point in dwelling on a dream so you got ready for work.

What you should have been focusing on was your current case, and that’s what stayed at the forefront of your mind as you made your commute to the precinct. For the last week you had been investigating the disappearance of some individuals of interest. Unfortunately hundreds of people were reported missing everyday, but law enforcement rarely cared about those. Many were homeless junkies who probably just move to another city, or were later found dead of an overdose somewhere. Others were just average people who probably left without telling their loved ones. Or got mixed up with the wrong type of people. At least that was always one of the answers given to those who made a missing persons report. 

It was extremely heartless, but most officers had murder cases and high-end robberies to investigate. Except for this situation. You had been given a missing persons case, well, multiple in fact. These people weren’t your average blue collar worker or someone society cared little for, but someone whose disappearance was concerning. From the stack of files on your desk you actually recognized a few names. These types of people don’t just go missing, and there haven’t been ransom calls either. It seemed clear that someone was targeting the wealthy class, but that was the only real connection among all the victims. Many of these people never really crossed paths with one other. They all had different backgrounds, professions, and social circles. The only place these people could possibly co-exist together was at big events like a charity auction or gala. Which does nothing to help identify a suspect. You had very little to go off of but your boss was certainly pressuring you to find something since those related to the missing individuals of the case were pressuring him. You could only imagine the type of threats and incentives he was receiving.

As you walked into the precinct you greeted your coworkers, although a few gave you strange looks. You ignored them all, wanting to look over your case and see if you had any new leads, or new names to add to it. When you got to your desk you saw that it was a complete mess, likely someone going through your things, and clearly some files were missing. You wouldn’t be surprised to find out one of your coworkers wanted to solve this before you to get a promotion or some kind of extra reward. Some of the others had wanted this case, but it was given to you regardless of what your coworkers said. This was just childish behavior. For now you focused on tidying up and then hunting down your missing files. You started by going over the case data on your computer and getting rid of unnecessary things. Although before you got to the second part of that plan one of your friends came over, rather surprised to see you.

“There you are. About time you came back to work, how was your vacation?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been gone for two weeks. The boss said you suddenly asked for vacation time. He was super pissed but you were unreachable so he had to give your case to someone else. You’re gonna get an earful soon enough.”

“What vacation are you talking about? I was literally here yesterday and-”

You glanced down at your computer screen, finally noting the date displayed. It really was two weeks later, but those two weeks didn’t exist in your memory. You just went to bed last night and woke up in the future.

“Y/n! My office, now!”

“Looks like it’s time for that scolding. Good luck.”

Your friend scurried off and you made your way to the boss’ office. You shut the door behind you, feeling the heat in the air, he was certainly fuming.

“Sir, I-”

“I know you’re a hard worker y/n, which is why I gave you such a high profile case. So tell me why you ghosted me and took two weeks off! This case is time sensitive and extremely important! Do you have any idea what’s been going on!?”

“No. Not at all. I don’t remember what happened to me the last-”

“So you were out getting wasted?”

“No, I-”

“There are so many people with eyes on this case, important people. You think they were happy to find out the lead investigator went M.I.A and someone else had to start over with this!?”

“Sir, I’m also-”

“They want you dismissed.”

“What?”

“You abandoning such a case doesn’t sit well with anyone who was keeping up with it. They want you to turn in your badge and gun.”

“You’re joking, right? I have been missing for two weeks and you couldn’t care less! I never submitted a time off request and I have no memory of those two weeks!”

“What are you talking about? I have your request in the system, and I never even approved it!”

“Sir, please, just listen to me. You know me, I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, but I’m missing time. When I woke up this morning I found out two weeks had passed, and I don’t know what’s going on. This could be related to the case.”

“How so?”

“Like you said, this is a high profile case, it’s not really a secret who’s working on it. I was out investigating last night, or two weeks ago, however you want to look at it. I was following a common route one of our victims was known to take. I was in an area filled with high profile people and then… then… everything’s a blur… I woke up this morning and that’s it.”

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m not entirely sure… maybe I was kidnapped and interrogated… either by the culprit or someone who wanted information on the case… then they wiped my memory and dropped me off at home…”

“Y/n, you know-”

“I know, I know, this is all speculation, but you know I’m telling the truth. I’m missing time, and surely my sudden disappearance disrupted the case. It’s probably what they wanted.”

“Y/n-”

“I can do a drug test. You know it’ll come back clean, and I can get a brain scan. Surely there would be some sort of evidence of my memories being messed with and-”

“Stop, y/n, just stop. Everything you’ve said so far sounds crazy, and nobody’s gonna care. Someone else has already taken the case, and you do need to be reprimanded for your actions.”

“I’m not crazy! Something happened to me and it could be crucial to the case!”

“You’re already off the case. Whatever you have, you need to hand over to detective Choi. Then we’ll see about a disciplinary hearing.”

“No!”

“No? This isn’t open for discussion.”

“I’m not crazy! Something happened to me and I went missing! But because I’m not some member of high society you all couldn’t care less!”

“You keep talking to me like that and there won’t be a disciplinary hearing!”

“I don’t need one! None of you seem to care about what happened here, so screw you! I quit!”

You slammed your gun and badge down, loudly storming out of the office. Everyone watched as you went to your desk and grabbed your things. Then your friend quickly came over to your side, stopping you.

“Woah, woah, hey,hey,  what happened!? Are you okay? I heard-”

“I’m done.”

“You don’t mean-”

“I do. I quit.”

“What!? Why!?”

“Cause no one listens to me.”

“About what? You just got back from your-”

“No, no I didn’t. I wasn’t on some two week getaway. I don’t remember anything from those last two weeks. The last thing I remember was investigating those disappearances and instead of concern I’m met with disappointment and disciplinary action. So screw everyone, I quit. I hope they find those missing rich kids.”

“Y/n, don’t you think this is rash? Look, just go apologize to the boss and-”

“Can you do me a favor?”

“What is it?”

“If I do go missing, add my case to the others. I’m sure there’ll be a connection.”

With that said you made your way out of the precinct, not looking back. The adrenaline of the moment kept you going until you made it back to your apartment. You screamed and threw your things once the door was closed, collapsing to the ground. Now you could look back and reflect on your actions, realizing how stupid and impulsive they were. You had no idea why you reacted that way. Everything that was said just pissed you off little by little until you snapped and quit. In the moment that felt so good, but now you were just so confused about your emotions and actions. It didn’t seem like you at all.

Once you calmed down you got up and went to shower, needing to clear your head and process. The sane thing to do was go back and apologize, but you couldn’t do that, at least not empty handed. You had to continue this investigation without any information or authority. Thankfully you still had some case files at your place along with your own notes to look over. Although you didn’t necessarily need them. You knew where you needed to go. Back to where your memories ended. You had to admit you were a bit nervous. The last time you went out you lost time, a lot of it. You didn’t know what happened to you, and you also had no idea why you returned. To go back now, there was a chance you wouldn’t return at all. Still, you needed answers, and this was your job, even if it was just a moral obligation now.

You cleaned around your apartment and organized all the information you had about the case, getting rid of anything that wasn’t important and leaving it in your spare room. It was starting to get late and you knew you had to get going. The area you had been to before was only alive when the sun went down. You grabbed your bag and headed out. There was a strange sense of familiarity as you walked the streets, passing the same places again and again, although it was strange remembering you had been here two weeks ago and not yesterday. Things felt different and the same all at once. You kept to yourself as you walked, mentally going over what you had done before, and then you stopped. Where you stood was as far as your memories went. You had no idea where you went next or what you did. So you were stuck. You looked around, trying to see if anything triggered a memory.

“If you’re looking for a good time, you can find it at the Pleasure Shop.”

A gentleman suddenly approached you and handed you a black card with a luxurious letter ‘P’ on it. You examined the card and looked at the gentleman, a strange sense of dejavu creeping into the back of your mind. There was something familiar about this whole interaction. The gentleman kept a smile on his face, gesturing to a building across the street. You looked over and when you looked back you were completely alone. The streets were empty and the night was quiet. Something told you to go to this Pleasure Shop, so you made your way there. The building was very dull, it didn’t stand out in any way and was probably constantly overlooked. Even the shop name above the door was small and blended with the plain wall. You looked for a handle but there wasn’t one. Instead there was a small scanner. It wasn’t big enough for a whole hand, and too small for a simple finger print, but you soon realized it was the perfect size for a business card, like the one you had just been given.

You placed the card against the scanner, hearing the machine do its thing before beeping twice. You could hear something unlock and then the door slid open. There was a dim light coming from the inside. It probably wasn’t a good idea to enter, but something compelled you to do so. You stepped through the door, cautious with every move you made. As you walked forward the door shut behind you. Before things got darker the place came to life. White lights came on, illuminating your surroundings and your path. On the other end of the room there was a bar and a bartender, as well as a small little couch and table off to the side. There was only one seat at the bar, which was certainly an odd choice. You took small steps forward and then came to a stop. The bartender was motionless, and now that you were closer you could see the wires and tech on them, they were an android, and not just that. They had the same face as the gentleman who had handed you the card for this place earlier. It was probably a business tactic but something certainly felt off here, along with a stronger sense of dejavu.

“Welcome back.”

The android suddenly speaking startled you, making you yell and take a step back. They still hadn’t moved though. Although those simple words made you question something.

“… back? Have I been here before?”

You got no response. It was likely the android was programmed to say that to all customers and it meant nothing but now you had to approach the bar if you wanted any more information. You did so quietly, and took the only seat available to you. The android merely took its hands off the table, letting them rest at their side, not a word spoken. You stared curiously for a moment then a realization came to mind. You held out the card you had been given and the android came to life.

They took the card and scanned it, their right eye glowing a soft blue. They placed the card down on their side of the bar and turned around to grab a glass from the wall behind them. You didn’t understand the design as there was no alcohol visible and all the glasses on the wall were empty. Still, you watched as the android placed an empty glass before you. Although it wasn’t empty for long. As they slid it across to you it seemed to magically fill from the bottom with a mercury colored liquid. Your eyes went wide, and then the memories came flooding in.

Two weeks ago you had been in the area looking around for leads when you had been approached by a gentleman offering you a card to the Pleasure Shop. It sounded like some club, and you figured it was a good place to go and ask about your missing persons. When you saw the building you definitely thought it was some high-end place that was meant to be on the down low. Especially when you realized the only way in was by scanning the card you had been given, meaning this place was invite only, definitely something the wealthy class would partake in. You went inside, finding a place with no business and feeling like you hit a dead end, but your detective side told you not everything was what it seemed. You walked to the bar, realizing the bartender was an android with a familiar face. Probably some marketing strategy and budget restraint. You took a seat, asking the bartender for a drink but they didn’t move, which you found odd. Then you thought to pull out the card and explain but the android soon came to life and took the card from you, scanning it. 

Now you were intrigued, moreso when you noticed the layout behind the bar. You were very confused about the empty glass handed to you until a liquid appeared on its own. You stared at it for a moment, looking at the bartender but they were motionless, not even looking your way. You figured you should at least enjoy the drink so you picked it up and held the glass to your lips. The drink had a lovely taste, and you had it all at once. Just as you put the glass down you began to feel dizzy. For a second you were worried and then a breathtaking euphoria took over all your senses. You felt so at ease, and so happy, all your worries completely washed away. You nearly fell out of your seat, but you vaguely noticed the bartender holding you up before taking you into their arms and carrying you elsewhere. In the moment you couldn’t put the pieces together, but you were absolutely on cloud nine. When you closed your eyes you found yourself somewhere completely different and beautiful, feeling as if you were living in a perfect world. There was no pain, or sadness, nothing but joy and endless wonder.

Time had no meaning, not that it mattered. You thought this could last forever, but eventually you laid down on the beautiful meadow. The soft grass becoming solid. You suddenly found it hard to move, your entire body feeling cold. The beautiful blue sky began to fade from your vision, replaced by a white light hanging above your head. You shook your head, reality starting to settle back in, and you were trying to properly snap out of this daze as soon as possible. You soon realized you were strapped down on a table, arms and legs restrained. You tried to free yourself to no avail. You took in your surroundings, noticing your things spread out on a table nearby, and some medical equipment around. This seemed to be some sort of lab. Then you heard a door open, seeing the android walk in with a tray.

“Who are you!? What do you think you’re doing!? Let me go!”

The android set the tray down on a cart nearby, bringing it over. You could see a needle and some tech but you had no idea what it was for. Either way, you were nervous.

“I am the keeper of exquisite beauty, but you may call me Key.”

“Who’s doing this!? Where is your owner!?”

“I move independently and follow my primary directive. May I ask, what is a detective such as yourself doing in the area? Law enforcement is rarely seen in these parts. Does it have to do with the missing persons case? Record shows you are the detective in charge.”

“I was investigating! This is kidnapping and obstruction of justice!”

“I’ve never had a detective here before, but I care more for your beauty than profession. You are an exquisite specimen indeed, although I understand your career can lead to problems.”

“Exactly! If you don’t let me go right now you’ll have my entire precinct on you!”

“Which is why I have already taken care of such matters. No one will be looking for you for quite some time. That is enough for me to take care of matters pertaining to you.”

“… what?”

“I don’t usually let such a wonderful specimen leave my care but you are a special case. I must tie up loose ends and ensure you return to me.”

“… what are you talking about? What are you gonna do to me?”

“Nothing harmful. I take very good care of my things.”

“I’m not some thing! And I’m definitely not yours!”

Key grabbed the needle on the cart, filing it with some liquid before looking for a vein on your arm. You tried to struggle, but he seemed completely unbothered and managed to hold your arm still as he pushed the needle in. All you could do was watch the contents be emptied out into you.

“What is that!? What did you give me!?”

“A sedative.”

Key put the needle down, grabbing the other items off the tray. Now you could see what they were. It was similar in design to what he had, like a headset, but less complicated. He gently lifted your head and adjusted the device on you. It wrapped around the back of your head and stayed in place by hooking onto your ears, although a disc seemed to completely cover your left ear. You had kept up your struggles but now you had little to no strength. You heard this device on you come to life, feeling something slither into your left ear. You screamed and tried to shake it off you but Key grabbed your head holding you still. His right eye glowing once more.

“It is a momentary discomfort.”

You felt strange knowing something was crawling around the inside of your head, but you soon adjusted to the sensation, beginning to feel oddly calm. Perhaps the sedation was really taking hold.

“Good, now we may continue.”

Key’s hands moved down your body, and that’s when you realized you were in different clothes. It seemed to be a white hospital gown, although this one had buttons going down your right side. He began to undo them and open the gown, revealing your naked body. He took in the sight before him, seeming to enjoy the view as a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

“Beautiful.”

You heard a click and then felt Key pushing your legs apart, having them hang off the side of the table. Now you were completely exposed to him. Key unlatched a part of the table and folded it down, allowing him better access to you. Soon enough you felt cold fingers running along your core, followed by a little shock to your clit. You jumped a bit, still held down by your restraints.

“An exquisite specimen indeed. My data shows this would be a first time for you, I am honored.”

“No… no I…”

“There’s no need to be shy. A profession like yours would not leave you with much time to socialize.”

You felt his fingers along your center once more, and then one effortlessly slid in, coated in some warm lube. It was a new sensation, especially when you felt his finger start vibrating. It was a low thrum but a pleasurable one nonetheless. His finger moved agonizingly slow, as if he was being delicate with you. Then a second finger was added, the same wonderful thrum sending ripples of joy across your body. With two fingers he managed to go deeper, finding your sweet spot and starting to tease that. One sensation was piled atop another and another. Despite being exposed, despite the coldness of the lab, you felt warm. A little bundle of heat forming down below, slowly growing and growing.

“I have something more for you.”

You barely registered Key’s words, more focused on the sudden empty feeling inside you. Although that didn’t last before you felt something bigger against your core. You glanced down just as you saw Key pushing in his cock. He was slow and attentive, not wanting to cause you pain. The stretch made you throw your head back in ecstasy, feeling something indescribable. This was your first, and he was so gentle. As he went in inch by inch, you began to feel a familiar thrum, letting out a desperate moan. You felt as if he would keep going forever, but eventually he came to a stop, letting you feel every bit of him and adjust before he started moving. Of course he had such patience to move slow and steady, nearly pulling out all the way before going right back in.

Vibrating fingers began to trail along your body, making you squirm and lightly pull on your restraints. You still didn’t have much strength to move, not that you’d want to get away from this. As his fingers reached your nipples you mewled, feeling the vibrations tickling something delicate inside you. He stayed there for a moment before one of his hands trailed up to your face, losing their vibration. He ran his thumb along your lips before pushing a finger into your mouth. A sweet taste coated it and you couldn’t help but suck on it like a lollipop. You were starting to feel dizzy as he swirled his finger around before pulling it out with a loud pop. That same finger trailed down your chest, leaving a cold trail of your saliva before getting down to your core and massaging your clit, that wonderful thrum returning.

By now Key was moving faster, the vibrations stronger. The heat was only getting bigger and bigger, meaning you were so close to the edge. Key was well aware of this, yet he unlocked the restraints on your arms and pulled you up closer to him. You could see his face through hazy vision, seeing that satisfied grin still present. He kept a steady rhythm regardless of his pace. That was the thing about sex androids. Their stamina was endless and if you let them, you’d be completely at their mercy. That’s exactly where you were, having completely forgotten just what kind of predicament you were in. By now your body lazily moved with his, wanting to get as much pleasure as you could. He kept an arm wrapped around your waist, the other down between your legs before moving it away and caressing your face.

“Cum.”

It was a command your body had no choice but to obey. You felt yourself fall over the edge, throwing your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your entire body shook in his grasp, squeezing him tightly as he kept moving and the vibrations continued to shake your sensitive self. Not to mention the other sensations. You swear your vision went white, but it wasn’t for a moment. All the right things were firing off, overwhelming you with this euphoric feeling, but there was no coming down from it. The same sensation kept playing in your body over and over again for a good minute, as if you were going through one orgasm after another and another. It was a feedback loop of pleasure that left you with your mouth hanging open and drool dripping down onto your chest.

The feeling did eventually settle down and you found yourself resting your head against Key’s chest, breathing heavily and very overstimulated. He had stopped his movements, everything still, but he remained inside you. As you were coming down from your high Key grabbed your chin and lifted your head to meet his gaze. You couldn’t see clearly but a stupid smile decorated your lips. Now that you were getting back to yourself you began to remember the circumstances that brought you here. You tried to move away, but your strength wasn’t there, and the smallest move just sent tingles along your body, hitting you with just a fraction of what you had just experienced. It was hard to do anything, and once Key noticed you regaining your senses you felt a subtle thrumming between your legs. A shaky moan escaped you, still very sensitive after that experience. Yet, you had some sense of self.

“Wat… what are you… doing…?”

“Providing pleasure. You see when humans achieve orgasm, for that small little moment the mind is blank. No worries, no pain, just pleasure. The little device on your head is monitoring your brain waves with the intention of learning how to mimic that blissful state of mind. It managed to do so a moment ago. That seemingly endless orgasm as it kept those particular neurons in your brain firing. Of course it takes a bit to perfect, but we have plenty of time.”

“… you… you did this… to others… didn’t you…”

“My beautiful specimens need to be taken care of. My drinks are nothing compared to the bliss of a blank mind.”

“… why… how… how are you…”

“Like I said before, I’m the keeper of exquisite beauty. I don’t care for status.”

“… that means… others…”

“When I see a wonderful specimen I will have them. Although, when it comes to you, I need to do more. You have valuable information, and there’s something I need you to do for me.”

“… what…?”

You didn’t get a response as Key pressed his lips to yours. That sweet taste from before hitting your tongue and making your mind fuzzy. You were in too deep, and Key wasn’t going to let you get away.

You yelled and jumped out of your seat, stepping away from the bar. You were breathing heavily as the memories settled in, showing you the truth. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it, but every ounce of your being was telling this was real. This whole time Key had merely been watching you, silently. You knew you needed to leave this place, you needed to leave this place now.

“Sit.”

Key’s voice startled you out of your own thoughts. His eye was glowing again, and something inside you seemed to calm down. After a moment your body moved on its own, going back over to the bar and sitting down. You were terrified. Even if you remembered being in this place, remembered what Key had done to you, there were still gaps in your memory.

“Did you do as I asked?”

“… yes…”

Your lips moved on their own, and you had no idea what he was asking about, but you knew what the correct answer was.

“You quit your job?”

“Yes.” Your eyes went wide. “How-”

“And destroyed all the vital data from your case?”

“Yes.” You were starting to panic. “What does this-”

“No one will be able to track you here, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” Key pushed the drink closer to you. “Drink.”

Your mind was racing, yet your hand moved to grab the glass, lifting it off the table. You fought against your body, the adrenaline in your system filing you with panic.

“You… you… your responsible for all the missing-”

“They’re in good hands. As are you, now drink.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from placing the glass against your lips and tilting it up, opening your mouth to welcome the sweet liquid. As soon as the glass hit the table you felt dizzy, trying to fight against this feeling, but it was all too familiar, and comforting, and so wonderfully rewarding. A smile spread across your lips before you collapsed onto the bar table. Entering a blissful dream you wouldn’t wake up from again. Key watched on with a smile on his face. Another exquisite beauty for his collection.

[sabrondabrainrot]

Latest EP theory "Moon goes MISSING during his HALLOWEEN PARTY!!!"

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I currently have two theories, mostly on Sun's phone and I'll try to be eloquent but break is only so long and I have limited time!

I've been yelling @ikamigami for long enough on these theories XD but they did help me to refine my rambly ideas.

For starters, for those who haven't seen the ep, to avoid spoiling things for everyone I'm putting the theories under the cut!

Both of my theories are pretty outlandish so take them with a grain of salt, knowing how TSAMS can be, this might just be a straightforward situation where Moon was grabbed and will be used as ransom or bargaining for Sun. However, while I feel that is the course I like to overthink and come to with theories on what else might be going on.

So starting off, my first theory revolves around Sun, Dark Sun, and Sun's phone.

During the party, in my opinion, I think Sun was acting oddly. I propose, it wasn't Sun but instead Dark Sun doing his imposter work. So for starters, Moon leaves to get soda for the party and very shortly after 'Moon' calls 'Sun' to tell him the store is out of soda. Just completely out.

Then Sun, very loudly plays their phone conversation for everyone to hear, which is odd because he went into the other room to take Moon's call but then it got so loud the entire party could hear that Moon was now on his way back, and soda-less. (Kind of odd the store was completely out of sodas?). I will also add Sun abruptly hung up on Moon which seemed very out of character for him.

Furthering this odd behavior, Solar took Dazzle out to trick or treat, which seems innocuous at first but I need to remind everyone up until this episode Sun on record has been too worried and scared to even let Dazzle in the back yard even with Jack's protection. So it's just strange Sun was very.... uncaring? Unbothered? About Dazzle going out, without Jack too. Just with Solar.

Then when Sun met up with Solar later he panicky explained to Solar that Moon said he left the store but he still went there to look for him. The entire time Sun is this immediately scared and stuttering mess. Now, he is worried about Moon but we've seen a much calmer and more mature Sun as of late and I don't think he'd be a stuttering mess.

Now that I've laid the foundation, my idea is, I think Sun has already been grabbed. We've seen recently that Dark Sun, or D!Sun has been more aggressive with his space invasion. He's been coming in and out more and pretending to be Sun blatantly. We had a recent episode where for an indeterminate amount of time D!Sun was pretending to be Sun in their home, around Solar and the kids. Molten was also right there and didn't notice anything. He was full on acting strange and no one questioned it. Dazzle only thought he seemed sad. By the end of the charade, D!Sun just left while asking Solar to call his phone because he couldn't find it.

He gave away the fact their own home isn't safe. Solar knew after calling his Sun that the entire time he was with D!Sun.

Something interesting is the only thing that's so far gotten D!Sun caught when he's pretending to be Sun, is Sun's phone. Forever ago, D!Sun tried visiting Foxy and FC when he was living at his stormy beach house and was immediately caught as not Sun because Foxy was only moments ago texting Sun. While Foxy in particular is observational he would have fallen for the act if not for the prior text messages. Then, later on after the first encounter with Goliath, D!Sun showed up to give advice to, and check up on, Earth and Lunar. The entire exchange would have been innocuous if the real Sun didn't happen to call.

So, keep the timing and Sun's phone in mind.

In today's episode Moon shortly after his strange soda-less run, called Monty and let them know he could not get a hold of Sun, he was apparently trying to call him multiple times. Which, when we find Sun outside not only is the not worried about the missed calls but doesn't even state "I have no missed calls." On top of Monty's call suspiciously cutting off.

Now why would Moon keep trying to call Sun when less than 5 minutes ago he spoke to 'Sun'? I think the first Moon on the phone was actually Nexus pretending to be Moon. He's just not the best at pretending to be Old Moon, so D!Sun hung up before he could give too much away.

The second call I think was Moon, he was trying to get a hold of Sun but due to Sun not being available he called Monty instead. (Reminder, Monty is Moon's go to when he thinks anything might be wrong.) I think Moon calling Monty was not according to plan, him leaving to go to the store was not according to plan. D!Sun maybe sent a signal to Ruin to grab Moon before D!Sun could be caught again. The phone is his immediate give away so D!Sun at this point knows to eliminate that before it can cast suspicion his way.

I think he was at the Halloween party pretending to be Sun as an elaborate distraction scheme. The only people who could stop Sun's kidnapping are Solar and Moon so keeping them unaware something is occurring is the easiest option. However, Moon leaving to grab Soda at the store was very much an unprompted thing. I think this wasn't according to plan. So D!Sun had to improve with Nexus and Ruin.

At the party when D!Sun took the call it was more then likely an exchange of code. How can the store be completely out of Soda? However, if this is Nexus pretending to be Moon, he needed to make up some kind of code. Sun himself may actually be on the run? Nexus might have communicated 'no soda at the soda store' as a means to let D!Sun know Sun isn't secured and to keep stalling. Moments after the actual Moon called and raised suspicion that he couldn't get a hold of Sun, despite 'Sun' being right there at the party. So, I propose, he sent another signal or order to Ruin to grab Moon while on the call to stop Moon from further alerting the others something might be wrong with Sun.

The second part of the plan was probably enacted messily. Plus, a hasty kidnapping plot would buy Nexus enough time to grab and subdue Sun. While that happens, Ruin keeps Moon tucked away somewhere and D!Sun can lead Solar on a literal made up goose chase.

IS this convoluted? Yes. I feel like it's right up a Dark Sun plot though, the guy is a Sun. So, that's my first theory.

My next theory I feel doesn't have as much to it, but it is still solid. I find it a bit more boring? So the way this next theory goes is this, I think what we might be seeing as an audience is the occurrence when two individuals somehow just miss each other at the right moment.

We know Nexus and D!Sun have eyes and ears everywhere, D!Sun was literally able to touch Sun's bed and car. They know everything about their day to day schedules. So it wouldn't be hard to time things in their favor. We saw this recently from Nexus showing up with those drones to talk to Earth in the daycare and Sun at Atlas' study. (They even know where to find that). He also managed to show up and attack Moon while Moon was alone twice. Not to mention isolating Solar twice too.

So with the hyper-vigilance and D!Sun's methodical ways, I think he is orchestrating a trap. I was explaining how strange Sun was acting at the party, and while it is grasping at straws that he's D!Sun, another explanation could be maybe Sun is just stressed? He wants to be a good host to the party. He has a lot of guests to entertain and despite his protectiveness towards Dazzle he trusts Solar to keep her safe.

So with the theory I think the opposite happened, The first person calling Sun was Moon, the store was out of Soda and well....having anything go wrong for a party you planned carefully is stressful. So him snippily hanging up the phone on Moon can be believable, especially since it seemed like Moon was about to start an argument over nothing. Then, while they watch Moon leave the store Nexus called Monty, pretending to be Moon. Nexus just made up a lie about not being able to reach Sun to make Sun and Monty worry that something might be wrong. The only reason Moon would call Sun so much was if he needed help afterall.

Sun, being a good brother obviously would go to the store to see what's wrong. This is when the 'just missed each other' idea comes in. I'm thinking Moon left in advanced and Nexus summoned Sun with the false call, to lure him and hopefully Solar, away from the party and group. With how the timing should go down, Sun shows up to the store when Moon arrives back home to the party. Nexus probably made sure to time it so Sun and Solar would be in the same spot so he could lure them far away in a short amount of time. I think the kidnapping note is a red herring to lead them to a trap. What is the trap? No idea. Nexus is showing that he in particular wants Sun, Solar, and Earth to join him. He's offered a spot by his side to all three. Sun and Solar are right now together in an undisclosed location. It would be interesting to see if Earth is also lured away too.

To me, this theory is a lot more...boring? I think it also holds a bit of water. Let me know what you all think! Which theory did you like more?

[whatup345]

Au where Present!Leo dies during the events of the movie, but Future!Leo still gets sent back in time-

Hear me out. THE ANGST. The bros seeing Future Leo and thinking it's some kind of dream or trick. The bitter realization that this version of Leo somehow survived the apocalypse, while THEIR Leo didn't have the same luck. The struggle of trying to deal with Future Leo, figuring out how he got there and finding a place for him to stay, all while the bros can barely even LOOK at him without crying, because he's just so much like the brother they just lost. The irrational anger towards Future Leo, knowing that someone bent time to keep him alive, while Present Leo couldn't even escape the Prison Dimension. Then, the misery of having to live near him, unable to force him out because no matter how much it makes everyone upset to see him, he's still a version of Leo. He has the same quirks, the same little behaviors, constantly reminding everyone of Present Leo. Just as the brothers think that they're used to living with him, he'll offhandedly make a pun along the lines of something THEIR Leo once said, and suddenly everyone in the room is reminded of exactly what they lost. He's more than similar enough to constantly remind them of Present Leo, similar enough that the brothers can't fully distance themselves from him, but different enough that he can never come close to taking Leo's place. A walking, talking reminder of the brother they could have had.

And that's just from the brothers' perspective. Now imagine Future!Leo, getting sent back in time to a world where he is safe for the first time in decades, a world where he can see his brothers- except none of them can even look him in the eyes. His first few weeks in the new future, he is tossed into mourning for a different version of himself. His newly revived family is miserable, and only more so whenever he even gets close to them. He finds himself alone in the lair, not wanting to bother his family, trying to process his own feelings about Leo's death and what that means about him as a person, his feelings towards the Invasion which happened just a couple of weeks ago in this weird new timeline. Eventually things calm down, but Future Leo doesn't feel any better. His brothers start talking to him again, but it's awkward and oddly cold, nothing like the comfort he would have wanted from seeing them again. They start to slowly move on from what happened to Present Leo, but Future Leo can't move on, because individual trait he kept throughout the Kraang Invasion is now permanently attached to the memory of someone who's dead. He tries to goof around, he tries to comfort his family, but each thing he says only reminds them of their Leo, only pushes them further away from him. He is the ghost of someone they used to love, changed and warped by the trauma he went through, so close to all of them, but unable to embrace them like he used to do so easily. It's so difficult on both sides- Leo has changed, and now he's returned different, in some sick cosmic joke where no one is laughing.

[ohlacyy]

tough love || m.s

𝜗ৎ based on tough love by gracie abrams

𝜗ৎ warning: mentions of being drunk that's it i guess

you were currently sitting on a train, it was a saturday night and you felt crappy like you wanted to cry because your boyfriend of 2 years was gone. it was the night after your 24th birthday and the guilt of breaking up with him was starting to catch up. you had done it over text, telling him that it was the right thing to do. he was freaking out constantly asking you why and was it something he'd done or said. you explained to him how his growing popularity with his brothers meant that fans will get increasingly invasive and mean. he said he didn't care but you were pretty firm on your decision. he asked to meet up atleast once to talk things out and figure things out but you refused.

It has now been a week and at first you didn't feel much guilt but last night when you were celebrating, surrounded by your friends, you suddenly missed his presence and the guilt catching up to you. in a drunken state you stalked one of his brother's story and found out they're currently home. which is why you found yourself in a train that was taking you to boston. sitting in his jacket that had a little rip in the side. you look around the train full of strangers. normally, it would freak you out but not right now. you liked these strangers more, more than anyone else in this moment. you found being surrounded by them oddly comforting. you sat there and thought about how you hated when you both fought. It sucked. but then you thought whatever ,he's just one of the boys afterall and you're so young and you can date whoever you want and leave when you feel bored. there was no need to be so sad about it right?.

the train eventually came to a halt and you got down. the cold evening boston breeze hitting you, making you shiver and hug yourself tightly holding the jacket closer. you took a cab to his house feeling weird and doubtful all of a sudden about what you were doing. travelling all the way to his hometown all of a sudden? after ghosting him and not returning even one of his desperate calls or texts. was this right? you thought to yourself. you don't get much time to think because the cab was pulling up outside his house making your heart stop. you got down and called him before you could chicken out. he picked up making your heart skip a few beats "y/n?" he said "um hi" you said awkwardly, surprised at the fact he hasn't blocked or deleted your number yet "um c- can you- um I mean coul- could y- could you come outside?" he was confused "what? outside where?" he asked completely lost. you closed your eyes and gathering all your courage "can you come outside please? I'm here outside your house and I wanna talk" you said desperately. he goes silent for a moment. he peeks out of the window seeing you stand there completely shocked at the sudden visit. "matt?" you confirm if he's still there "um yeah i- I'll be there hold on" he said hurriedly ending the call. he comes out as you're standing there wearing his old jacket and hands shoved in the pockets. he looked so confused and totally not expecting this. "hey are you okay? is everything alright? " he asked concern lacing his pretty features and his voice. "um yeah everything is fine don't worry i- i just wanted to talk" you said looking down "I know this isn't the best time and after what I did i thought the least I can do is give you a proper explanation. I owe you" you see his features relax at that, making relief wash over yours. he nodded and your heart settled feeling greatful that he was willing to give you a chance to explain. matt was still angry and confused but he thought if you travelled all the way here just to talk then you deserved the chance and he really wanted to make things right too. he missed you so. he looks at you for a moment a little smile tugging at his lips "oh and by the way, happy belated birthday " he said , making you smile at the the fact he remembered. he took you to a coffee shop where you both talked things out, mostly you as you spent the time explaining why you did what you did and why you still think it's the best decision for the both of you. he kept on saying that he didn't care about the fans and that he can handle it, but you were firm on your decision. you told him with the amount of time spent working and increasing popularity of him and his brothers, it was easy for things to get out of control before he even realises and that he may feel like this is a bad decision right now but will resent your relationship down the line because things change and you didn't want to hold him back. "matt I'm so proud of you for doing so well but the timing isn't right" he shook his head vigorously assuring you none of that will happen. you looked at him, pained look takes over your features as you try to get your point across. you chuckled when he tried to call your bluff in desperation thinking you're making some sick joke and you shook your head. you told him you weren't just thinking about yourself but also about him and how vicious fame can be and how not charmed you are with the idea of it all and that's why you're leaving. he wouldn't understand but there's only so much explaining you can do "you'll understand my reasons eventually" you said giving his hands a squeeze whispering a quiet "goodbye" as he refused to meet your eyes swallowing his tears. you left him there in pieces, you didn't know what else you were leaving for.

leaving the coffee shop you felt heavy weight on your shoulder still lingering, not quiet off and with you not home and nowhere else to go you decided to take a walk by the river. the cold night breeze making you shiver as you kept walking you found a bench and decided to sit there and gather your thoughts. greatful for this little bench that gave you somewhere to go and washing you with a feeling of home. you sat there for a while thinking and rethinking things. it was getting too much, the constant thought of what if you were doing something wrong , what if this was a mistake and the hurt that came with breaking someone's heart you didn't want to think anymore. you felt the strong urge to forget and drown out your feelings. you realised there's a bar down the road, deciding on spending whatever time you have left in boston there.

you get to the bar only to run into the sister of a boy you had met through some mutual friend back in college. you and her decided to get wasted toghether. you didn't know her well but you knew she was a bit of a weird intellect. she was very harsh and direct with her words. she really liked to tell the truth and say things for what they are. that's why all her boyfriends up and left , they couldn't take her honesty. she just had that effect to her, you thought to yourself. you told her how you had just broken the heart of your boyfriend who is now an ex. you told her being honest and leaving feels brutal she nodded and said "but that's just tough love and you're lucky to receive it right?" she said hitting the table to go with what she's saying, god she was hammered , you thought to yourself. "he'll just crumble to pieces" she continued sipping on her drink shrugging her shoulders making you chuckle. "love is not always soft sometimes it's tough. I mean you left him because you were thinking about him and you care for him, right?" you nodded "you left him even though it hurt you , you left him because you don't want to hold him back. he may not understand it now but he will eventually" she said. she had a harsh way of telling things but she was also right.

after leaving the bar you walked towards the train station waiting for a train back home. you settled down inside the train, still clad in his jacket, in a similar position you found yourself in hours ago but this time your mind was much lighter and the weight lifting off by the second. you thought of all the negatives. everyone talks about things you'll miss when you seperate from a person but you tried to think of things that you won't miss about him, trying to make yourself feel better about leaving you though how you weren't going to miss the way he kicked you in your bed while sleeping, a childhood habit of his, or his crappy rich influencer friends who were entitled and so full of themselves who preferred to spend their nights binge drinking, or his old inflated ego that he couldn't hide sometimes knowing there's so many people that wanted him, or his shallow thinking, you were not doing to miss denying that you've got your own damn reasons. a smile taking over your lips as you thought there was no way you were wasting your 20s on random men. they were nowhere close to being cooler, smarter or tougher than all your friends and although you hated the thought of leaving someone's heart bleeding , you were still free and young and not ready to be with someone if it didn't feel right. you took a deep breath smiling to yourself,

now knowing and understanding, what you truly left for.

a/n: shaking as I type this because this is literally my first fic ever and I'm so scared and excited to put this out. I've wanted to write this for so long honestly but a huge shoutout to @jayz4dayz4 making that post that finally pushed me to write it and put it out <33 hope this is good enough xx

divider by : @poemale

[banirakurimu]

❗️❗️tw for blood (referred to as jam), gore, violence and cannibalism ❗️❗️don’t let arctic owl and clove crane come up with ideas together anymore this is what happens :/

6

Mother’s Day. Something Clove hadn’t thought about, let alone celebrated, in years. Why would he ? His mother was long gone.

It was hard to ignore it though. The small market place he and the owl were currently making their way through was completely decked out for the occasion. They were surrounded by cookies buying chocolates and bouquets for their loved ones.

Clove didn’t like to think about his mother and neither did the owl, but this holiday didn’t help. Clove figured that’s why the owl was oddly silent, and why he was radiating with an aura that made Clove feel uneasy.

“ Pretty crowded today. “ Clove whispered, trying to start up a conversation. Silence. The owl never ignored him, even if he didn’t say anything he would at least hum but now,..nothing.

Clove didn’t like to dig into a cookie’s personal business. He didn’t tend to care if someone was struggling with something. But for some reason he felt a need to get to the bottom of the owl’s strange behavior. Perhaps it was because he was attached to him. What affected the owl would soon affect Clove, surely. That had to be why he cared.

“ Are you okay ? “ Clove asked quietly, and such words coming from his mouth felt foreign. The owl still didn’t answer.

“ Hey. “ Clove said louder, stretching his neck so they were face to face, but the owl wasn’t looking at him, rather past him.

Clove followed his gaze, and was surprised to find himself staring at an older woman. She wore a kimono of white and light blue fabric, her hair long and white. Her eyes were an icy blue, and her white lashes and pale grey dough looked familiar. Clove looked back and forth between the owl and the woman, studying their features. And then it clicked.

This woman was his mother.

The one who tested him like trash all his life.

The one who convinced his village to throw him out when he was just a boy because he was “ dangerous “.

The one who came up with the idea to throw a party to celebrate when his village got the news he had died alone in the woods.

And Clove was scared for her.

The owl had opened up on occasion about his hell of a childhood, and he knew his mother was one of the worst. She hated and despised him with all her being since he was born, because she was convinced he was a monster.

Clove remembered the absolute hatred and rage and flashed in the owl’s eyes as he talked about her. The bitter tone in his voice when he mentioned that she had survived the Burning Spice Cookie invasion that killed the rest of his village. She had fled without a word, didn’t even try to warn anyone, not even her husband, because all she cared about was saving herself. He knew the owl hated her greatly.

And suddenly, Clove felt excited.

A rush of adrenaline suddenly hit him, his blood rushing and his mind racing. Was the owl going to hurt her, torture her, kill her ? Oh, Clove just HAD to see this. He loved seeing such violent sights, especially when they really deserved it. It had been so long since he had last hurt someone, he couldn’t help but be excited. He was practically giddy when he spoke again, struggling to keep his voice calm.

“ Are you going to hurt her ? “ Clove nearly laughed, the smile in his tone evident. He looked at the owl with hopeful eyes.

“ Yes. “

Such a simple answer and Clove nearly cheered. He couldn’t believe his luck today. He had such an awful few weeks, so this is exactly what he needed to unwind.

“ Are you going to torture her ? “ Clove asked next.

“ Yes. “

The owl was radiating such an evil energy, filled with anger, violence, hurt, despair, all of Clove’s favorites. This aura was familiar to him and he missed it.

“ Are you going to kill her ? “ Clove asked though he was sure he knew the answer.

“ I’m going to eat her. “

Clove hesitated for a moment, processing what he just said. Eat ? The owl ate cookies ? Clove had done many bad things to others, he hurt, he tortured, he killed. But he had never ate anyone before. He never thought about it. Would he want to ? Would he even like it ? Would the owl even allow him to ?

“ You can. “, the owl suddenly spoke, again knowing Clove’s thoughts. “ You can eat her too. I want you to, I want you to help me. “

Clove could just cry tears of joy. Finally, FINALLY something good was happening to him. He felt a wave of hunger hit him, his hunting mode was on and he itched to hurt someone. God he missed this feeling. It had been far too long. He practically vibrated with murderous intent as he stared at the women, no, their prey, his mind buzzing with ideas.

Clove had never done such things with someone else before. He had only ever worked alone. The thought of being accompanied by someone, the thought of someone telling him they WANTED Clove to help them do such a thing, to their own mother no less. He couldn’t hide the fact that he was excited. Ecstatic even. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to have a buddy every once in a while.

They followed the woman in silence, and it was almost scary how silent the owl was. They followed in her footsteps until they reached her house, a small cabin way out in the woods. Perfect. Clove had to hold in a giggle, he couldn’t help it. He was so excited to get some violent energy out he thought he would explode.

The owl opened the door and the woman immediately turned around to face him, the dishes she held crashing to the floor and shattering. The look of absolute horror in her eyes from just looking at her son, the one who was supposed to be dead, the one whose death she celebrated, whose death she had a hand in. It was amazing.

“ Hello, mother. “, the owl said softly, slowly standing up straight. He was about to speak again when his mother suddenly lunged at him, slapping him hard across the face.

“ How DARE you show your face here ? “, she hissed at him, and he stared back with a blank face. “ How DARE you have the audacity to call me your mother after all of the pain and grief you caused me ? “

“ I’m sorry mo- “, he’s cut off with another harsh slap that he does nothing to avoid, and Clove can’t help but feel irked at her.

“ You’re supposed to be dead, rightfully so. You have done nothing but terrorize my village. You’re supposed to be DEAD !! “, she yelled, raising her hand to strike him again but Clove stopped her. He shot forward, digging his teeth into her wrist and the taste of strawberry jam pooling his mouth and the pained screams filling his ears was heaven. The sweet flavor was so nice he almost felt bad spitting it out after he dig his teeth out of her flesh.

“ Clove. “, the owl suddenly spoke, his tone serious. He wasn’t going to get mad was he ? Clove thought this was the plan. He thought of how he would defend himself, when the owl spoke up.

“ Don’t be wasteful. “, he added softly, slowly kneeling, dipping his hand into the small pool of spit up jam, before raising his hand to Clove. He hesitated for a moment. He didn’t usually eat with this head, but maybe just this once. Leaning forward, he took the jam from the owl’s hand and into his mouth.

Clove had tasted jam before, so the taste wasn’t new, but he had never had so much before. He had to admit he was becoming quite accustomed to the flavor.

“ You disgust me. “, the mother said with a shaky breath as she held her injured wrist to her chest. “ Have you no shame ? Have you no remorse ? Serving your own mother’s jam like it’s a fine wine..and you wondered why you didn’t have friends when you were a boy ? Who would want to be friends with the likes of you ? “

“ Me. “ Clove said bluntly as he licked at the jam on his beak, and the mother practically scoffed.

“ Why..am I not even surprised…of course the only thing on EarthBread who would care for you would be another disgusting, cruel, jam craving FREAK !! “, she yelled, gaining a sudden burst of confidence that Clove wanted to cut down. The owl beat him to it, though.

A quick flash and she was on the floor, the wind being knocked out of her as she fell. Her cheek was red where the owl struck her.

“ I don’t care what you say about me, mother dear. “, he said, slowly leaning closer to her and gripping at her throat. Clove loved the way she gasped and flailed. “ But don’t you ever talk poorly of the only one to give even a single care for me. “

Clove couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. He practically sneered at her as he spoke.

“ Yeah, you can’t say anything about me. “, he smirked as she glared at him. He was just loving this.

The owl leaned back, staring at her from where she lay on the floor. He seems to be thinking.

“ What are we gonna do to her ? “, Clove whispered. The owl stayed silent for a moment when the sound of running suddenly caught the attention of them both.

Without thinking, Clove shot forward, grabbing a chunk of her hair in his beak and pulling her back. She hit the floor once more with a loud thud.

“ Nice try, mother dear. “, Clove laughed as he spoke with a mocking tone. Her tears welled with tears at her failed escape.

“ Good job, Clove. “ the owl said softly, giving Clove’s head a pat, and he couldn’t help the pride he felt again. He liked being good at such violent things.

The owl looked down at his mother, placing his foot onto her forehead and pressing down. Clove prayed her skull would crumble.

” Mother dear. “, he said sweetly before taking a long pause. She held her breath as she waited. Clove did too.

“ I hate you. “

CRACK

Clove flinched at the loud noise that echoed out through the room. He looked down at the beautiful mess, a pile of crumbs, jam, and brains all over the owl’s foot. He must have run out of patience with her escape attempt and decided to end it early. Clove was a bit disappointed they couldn’t drag out the torture and insults, but she was starting to get on his nerves. So he didn’t mind this outcome.

“ Good riddance. “, Clove muttered as the owl kneeled again. He dug his hand into the pile of mess on the floor and Clove nearly did a double take as the owl shoved a handful of jam covered brains into his mouth.

Whoa.

The jam dripped down his chin as his eyes flashed with something wild. Something Clove was a bit curious to experience himself. So when the owl gave him the okay to indulge his curiosity, he took it.

Maybe Mother’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.

Whoa happy Mother’s Day yall :/

this was violent I’m sorry ( it was gonna be worse yeesh )

arctic owl gonna make clove better and worse, teaching him true friendship while making him a cannibal :)

as always, clove belongs to @huriita

please don’t kill your moms y'all

also it’s midnight but it’s close enough to Mother’s Day so it still counts

apologies for any spelling mistakes

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Soldier Queen (Post-Galbatorix death short, to be rewritten later)

(A/N: Who the fuck brings a crown with them when they're leading an invasion?? Orrin, probably.

This will be rewritten once I get that other story I've been muttering about finished so the flow and characterization is maintained from that. Also, no, I am not going back to check Inheritance to see who was at that meeting and what went down. I'm on a canon chewing fest. aka I chew the book if it gets too close!)

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SOLDIER QUEEN

“I heard Queen Islanzadí was badly injured.” Orik braced his hands on the table, the chest he stood on creaking slightly. “Is she–?”

Arya tucked her scorched helmet under her arm, looking oddly uncomfortable. “No. No, she is alive.” She shifted again, finally settling on placing the headpiece on the table in front of her. “Islanzadí is alive, but she is incapacitated for the time being. The healers have placed her in a coma for the next few days.” 

Eragon noticed that the pack strapped to her back was effectively bolted to her armor, moving with her as she shuffled her feet and looked down at the map. He knew without a doubt that the rescued egg was inside the bag, the woman’s arm flickering for the briefest moment as she moved faster than he could see to touch the clamped strap at her shoulder. 

Orrin barely disguised his disgruntled huff into his goblet as a half hearted cough. “And we are to simply take your word as hers, ambassador? Yet again.” The room dropped a few degrees as the Surdan king put his wine down. “This is a meeting of leaders and monarchs. Lord Daethdr–”

“Is a member of the Lords of House and an advisor, not a monarch.” Arya cut Orrin off. All heads snapped around at the change in her voice. That was unusual. That was not the voice she used when interjecting about military strategy. That was entirely different sound of power, far harsher, far hotter. 

This? This was cold. This was porcelain coated steel brick, immovable and lacking any hand or footholds to any who would try to subvert it. 

Outside, Saphira shuffled her wings, pleased at the elf’s quick grasp of control. ‘She’s taking to this very well.’

‘Taken to what? Are you two hiding something from me again?’

“Lord Däthedr was Islanzadí’s right hand.” Orrin sputtered. “Is he not the second in line to–”

Bright emerald fire killed Orrin’s words in his throat as Arya locked eyes with the petulant monarch. “Lord Däthedr has informed me that Queen Islanzadí’s living will states that should she be killed or incapacitated in this battle then the title of Queen Regent transfers to me, effective immediately.” The settle into an open stanced at ease, arms behind her back, seemed more habit than anything. Yet in that moment, Eragon found it to exude a power he was not accustomed to feeling rolling off his mate. “As of approximately thirty minutes ago, I have accepted my position and now hold title of Keeper of the Knotted Throne. In everything but literal name, I am queen of the elven nation.”

The room was deadly silent. 

Orik cleared his throat. “Well. I’ll be the first to say congratulations, Arya. Even though I know the role isn’t quite what you enjoy, I know you’ll fill it well.” He cleared his throat again. “That being said, I’m not quite sure how this is proven, considering King Orrin’s insistence. The object of power, like mine helm and hammer, is the Knotted Throne itself, is it not? Do you have any paper or missive from the Queen or Däthedr to prove your new station?” 

Eragon bit his tongue. Orik was simply diffusing the situation as best he could. Orrin would not back down, that was certain, so if Arya had any way to put it to rest….

“Ah.” Arya looked down once more. “That is correct, King Orik. Our object of monarchy is the throne itself, but…” A spark seemed to ignite in the elf’s eyes. “We do have another, more recent one. Begun in my father’s time as king.”

And at that, Arya unzipped her heavy combat coat and lifted the left side. “If you would, please?”

A white head appeared from one of the large pockets lining the inside of the garment. Eragon further bit his tongue, Saphira’s mental laughter peeling in his brain, as his mate reached in and pulled a somewhat ruffled, somewhat still asleep Blagden from her coat. Bleary eyed, the white raven flailed his talons about until he found Arya’s offered wrist and then transferred to her shoulder.

“This is Blagden. He is a very sentient and very special raven that once saved Evandar’s life, and was gifted with limited clairvoyance, true consciousness, and immortal life in repayment.”

At mention of his gifts, Blagden shook himself awake and spread his wings to their full extent. For the briefest of moments, haloed by golden, dust laden sunlight and framed by the resplendent wings of white and bloodstained red, Eragon saw Arya as what she was in that moment. Every bit a warrior queen, trapped halfway between soldier and monarch. 

And then she reached up and smoothed the ruffled feathers at Blagden’s forehead, and Arya was simply…Arya again. His mate. The woman he loved and the woman who loved him. Tired and bloodsplattered and armored and suffering through this horribly necessary meeting like all the rest. 

“Blagden has become an advisor to the elven throne. As King Orik, Eragon, Saphira and Brom can all attest, he does not perch on anyone beyond that who rules the elves.” 

Garzvog stared. To be fair, most of the gathered leaders did.

“...That is a bird.” The Kull finally stated.

Arya nodded solemnly. “He is a cranky bird.”