#and. i swear this fucker was in it. and that's all i really remember about it

[front-facing-pokemon]

[tokoyamisstuff]

I need some Mohawk mark head cannons I’m desperate for anything please😞😞😞

Sure thing, I love this unhinged little gremlin! Wrote a whole Oneshot as a special treat for you. 💅

Payback

x f! Reader (gender gets mentioned exactly twice)

Synopsis: In his timeline, Mohawk killed you for rejecting him - and now he seeks you out to do it again.

Warnings: mentions of murder and violence, sexual innuendos, unhealthy dynamics, swearing, not proofread

"Y/N? Im hurt...please, I need you! Y/N...? Ah, shit."

Mohawk was kicking the air in frustration, a little pout decorating his face as he scanned the small apartment for any hint of your whereabouts. He had thought you were home, since the window on the top floor stood wide open. Almost too easy.

Bummer. He was really looking forwards to killing you again...

...after all, last time he wasn't able to enjoy himself. Not really. It all happened so fast, the only thing he remembers is that in his lovesickness, he wanted to make you experience exactly how your rejection made him feel.

Before he even knew it, his fist had buried itself through your ribcage, holding your still beating heart in his own hand. The only way he'd ever get to have it - what tragic symbolism.

Not that he'd ever admit, but that betrayed expression of yours before he could literally feel your heart stop haunts him until this day.

The countless photos you had plastered all over one of the walls piqued his interest. Can't hurt to learn more about the version of you from this world, he thinks.

A particular one he rips off, nothing extraordinary but it bugs him how many they are. Plain selfies with you in various years and situations, together with that pathetic loser - the Mark from your timeline.

Seems like you're rather close, unlike him and his Y/N. And that fucker doesn't even realize how lucky he is.

Mohawk grits his teeth, a familiar jealous anger seething in the pit of his stomach once again.

It should've been him!

You on the other hand are blissfully unaware of the intruder in your house, let alone the catastrophy unfolding on the whole globe right this moment.

It was the day after your nightshift and you had just crawled out of bed, no intention of listening to the news as they only kill the vibe anyways. And in the middle of nowhere that you called your hometown, no one bothered giving an alarm or even evacuating, as it's most likely not going to be attacked.

After a nice, steaming hot shower you stroll out of the bathroom, humming a whimsy melody as you mentally prepare your day off...

...until you notice the stranger right in the middle of your living room.

Your shriek actually caughts him off guard and this moron joins right in, but after the initial shock you merely tilt your head in confusion. "...Invincible?"

Damn. Shit. Fuckfuckfuckfuckingfuck!

Mohawks brain currently had a short circuit apparently, staring at your almost naked form like a deer that had just been caught in the headlights.

Your hair was still damp, a towel - that was way too small for this purpose - wrapped around your curves. Shit. Seems like no matter which universe, you're drop-dead gorgeous. He mentally praises Art for having a groin cup sewn into this suit - or else he would've involuntarily presented something to you he's usually not so shy about.

"The one and only." He manages to regain his cool, smugly leaning against a counter...

...however his mind soon went blank once again when you rushed towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso with your barely covered body pressed against his.

Mohawk freezes, arms itching to return the embrace yet instead he lets them fall limp to the side, hands soon balling into tight fists as you stubbornly refuse to let go.

How dare you.

He should snap your neck like a twig- no, better, break every bone in your body for this insolence...

...but instead, he caughts himself resting his chin atop of your head.

"I missed you, ya know?" he mumbles against your hair, feeling the taunting way his heart flutters in his chest. It's drum is so loud in his head, he's certain you can hear it too. Fuck.

What the hell was he doing? He came here to give you a long, agonizing death, for fuck's sake!

"Well, you are the superpowered alien" you tease, softly poking his chest. "Maybe come around more often?"

Your friend was visibly uncomfortable with the whole exchange, but you didn't seem to notice. Whenever he failed to answer, you filled the gaps of silence with your own babbling instead. It's been way too long and you're simply excited to see him again.

"Is that the new suit you were talking about?" you wonder, still holding onto the sides of his shoulders. Feeling a blush form on his cheeks he quietly glances away, feeling oddly embarrassed under your scrutiny.

"It suits you! But what about that hair?" One of your hands runs through his mohawk and he has to physically fight the urge to purr like some needy stray cat. "...you don't like it?"

You shrug, raising your hands in a placating manner. "No, I mean yes, I mean...it looks super cool and all..." That statement made his chest swell with pride, and he could almost feel his confidence returning. "Doesn't really suit an innocent guy like you though, am I wrong?"

Innocent. Ugh. His variant is so fucking boooring, but he couldn't let his true colors show just yet. This was getting way too amusing.

Only now you noticed the huge gash on his left arm where the fabric of his suit was torn, the blood running down your fingers. Hardly a scratch for a superior Viltrumite like he called himself one.

Again Mohawk felt his chest narrowing at such great display of care, the way you worriedly examined his wound despite knowing how tough his kind was. "This is nothing, it'll be healed by-"

"Na-a-ah!" You scolded him and he wanted to sass right back, but all word of protest died on his tongue. "Come, sit down on the sofa. I'll patch you up."

He complies without second thought, following you like a lost puppy.

The heart wants what it wants.

"You finished whatever mission you were on, right? Because I'm almost done cooking as well" you tell him while working on the bandage, and he has a hard time concentrating on anything else when you're so close, touching him so gently, and your eyes shine so bright. "Be my guest?"

His eyes dart bewteen you any the bandage for a brief while, examining your handiwork before sheepishly accepting your offer. "If you insist...got nothing better to do."

Oh.

When he thought there was nothing to lose by staying for a while, he totally forgot about your absolutely horrid cooking. He remembers it from his Y/N, she used to make it all the time.

In his empire he is provided with the most sublime meals, prepared by the best chef's of across the galaxy...and yet, this homely, nostalgic feeling your food provided is something no one could replicate.

"You still eat this crap?" He picks at the food, plain mac and cheese from the box, but you always claimed you 'improve the flavor' somehow.

"Your fault for not calling beforehand. If I knew I'd be having a guest, I'd have cooked something properly." You scold him playfully, gesturing with the fork to add to your statement. "I mean I'm single and practically live at work, why put in the effort?"

You're single.

That damned boyfriend of yours isn't with you in this universe.

Not that it'd have been any hindrance if he was, but this made things so much more easier.

Back at his dimension, he always wondered what you saw in this guy. He was a nobody that could never even dream compare to his greatness - and yet you chose him over Mohawk anyways.

"You're so broody again today." Concerningly enough, that's basically his standard state of being ever since he became a superhero - and knowing him it meant no good. "Do you want to talk about it, or would you like some distraction?"

His screams had been music in his ears, though...

Mohawk puts the plate down, shuffling a little too close for your liking towards the other end of the sofa. His gaze was stern, softening ever so slightly when you put your hand on the small of his back.

"Say, do you..." he swallows hard around the lump forming in his throat, taking both of your hands into his as he stared at you utterly forlorn. "Did you ever think we could've been more than just friends?"

Huh?!?

That question caught you so off guard, for a second you thought about punching yourself in the face to see if you were dreaming.

It's not like you haven't thought about it before, to be perfectly honest.

Mark Grayson is a fairly attractive guy - inside and out - and you two always clicked well. If it wasn't for the huge distance separating you and him, you might've certainly catched feelings.

Your grandma lived next door with his family, so you befriended each other as kids and played whenever you visited her during the holidays. But life happens and people grow up, so even though his powers would easily allow him to visit you more often, his priorities simply lie elsewhere.

You barely text these days, and see each other maybe once or twice a month at max. Adult life gets busy, that's just the way it works.

Not to mention the most important fact: He currently has a girlfriend.

There was a long pause of silence between his question and your answer, and the more time passed the more anxiety - and violent anger - emerged in his brain.

"Be honest" he pushes at your lack of an answer, insistingly squeezing your hands.

"What, trouble in paradise already?" You cut him off with a judging, almost irritated glare and for a moment he is taken aback. "You told me like a week ago how happy you are with Eve, that she's the love of your life, blah blah blah..."

Samantha Eve Wilkins.

Sure, he had been with her before in his world as well, always trying to make you jealous. Claiming that you were insignificant, while he was with a literal goddess...

...and still, whenever they kissed, whenever she laid beneath him, hell, even whenever they just were around each other, all he could think of was how much he yearned for her to be you instead.

It wasn't enough, never enough to make those feelings go away. In the end he killed her simply for the crime of not being able to replace you.

"Sorry, but I'm not a homewrecker." You want to turn away, angry and disappointed that you seemed to have mistaken him for a good guy, but Mark takes ahold of your chin, letting his thumb run over your bottom lip as he forces you to keep looking.

He'd get that attitude out of you pretty easily.

"Y/N..." The name rolls of his lips like a lovesong, and he drags it out for as long as the air in his lungs allowed him to. "There's no more Eve in my life. And I don't want her, or anyone else but you!"

A boyish smile tugs on his lips when he realizes that despite playing coy, you're receptive to his touch. He feels your breathing hitch when he came forwards, his nose brushing against yours as he waited for your reaction.

There. Gotcha.

The slightest twitch was enough of a sign for him to close the gap between your lips, mouth crashing over yours in all forms of desire. He was passionate, desparate even in the way his tongue delved into your mouth, needing you quite literally more than oxygen. His hands roam across your body, stroking and squeezing and crushing you agaisnt him, not knowing where to settle.

Mark's eyes stay wide open during the kiss, savouring every detail as if to commit it to memory. This, the real deal, is so much better than all those others he used to try and fill the void your absence has left in his soul.

His heart is practically clawing against his ribcage by now, subconscious screaming at him to never let anyone take you away from him again.

Not even yourself.

"Breaking news!" the volume of your TV that always ran in the background suddenly spiked up, and for the fraction of a second Mark's grip on you bordered on painful.

However it wasn't enough to keep you preoccupied, partially breaking the kiss to glance over to the screen...

...and what you saw made cold dread creep up your spine.

"Multiple superhumans all resembling Invincible are wreaking havoc in cities all around the world, overwhelming local and government forces. The police is advising everyone that if you come across one of those invididuals, do not approach them. They are dangerous and unpredictable. Remain hidden and report to local authori-"

It's him.

"They never get my good site" Mohawk's neck cracks as he moves his head from left to right, trying to relieve some stress of having been so rudely interrupted. He's not acknowledging your distress at all, instead looking straight ahead towards the footage of himself making the London Bridge collapse. "But hey, do you like what I've done to the place?"

You didn't even fully register what the news broadcaster had been explaining, and frankly it wouldn't be helpful either way - because at this moment, one of those villains destroying everything in their path was sitting right next to you.

"Please-"

"Relax, would you" he cuts you off both harshly and encouraging, draping an arm over your shoulder and letting out a content sigh. "If I wanted you dead, you'd already be. Okay, maybe that was the plan in the beginning" he chuckled gleeful, "but I changed my mind."

"Wha- how- who are you?" you whimmer only to be met with a smile so innocently, it bordered on pure madness.

"I'm Invicible, but..." he ponders, thoughtfully tapping his jaw. "...from an alternate universe, I guess? Never fully understood how this shit works."

You frown. "So what, you're just like some cheap, evil version of our Mark Grayson?"

"And- why are you at my house?" You have a distinct apprehension about his reasons.

"Oh, babydoll...so stubborn" he cockily corrects you, forcefully leading your hand to rest above his sternum. "I'm the upgrade."

"In my world we go way back, you know?" Mohawk holds your face with his free hand, pressing an absentminded kiss on your forehead. "The old story: Boy falls in love, girl breaks his heart, boy brutally murders girl..." he trails off, but the picture was clearly painted. "I came here to give you what you deserve."

"...and now?"

"Still do" he shrugs, a devilish glint in his eyes as he got an idea. "But I came to think that maybe you deserve something different..."

His words make you shiver, but he only laughs at your misery. "You're trembling. Cute. But I prefered you before. I like dominant women!"

When your eyes gloss in dread, Mohawk looked almost convincingly worried, hushing you while his lips erase the teardrops running down your cheeks. Delightful not only for him...

...because much to your horror, it was oddly comforting.

Out of a whim you get pulled onto his lap, unable to escape his suffocating proximity. You look at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity, which only spurs him to become bolder. He tugs on your towel so that it'd reveal what's beneath, shamelessly groaning at the sight.

"I wanted to hear you scream my name one last time..." he admitted, playfully wriggling his eyebrows. "But there's other ways to achieve that."

Mohawk leans in, the contrast of his hot breath against the chilling air rising goosebumps on your skin. You shiver, a strangled noise of approval vibrating in your throat when you feel his hands devote themselves to more sensitive parts of your body.

"Whaddaya say, sugar? I'll make it worth your while."

[milfsdoll]

Everybody knows that I’m a good girl, officer.

Officer!Agnes x reader

Summary: After almost burning your house down because of your boyfriend you end up at the police office, being interrogated by your ex girlfriend.

Warnings: +18, smut, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Agatha, bratty sub!reader, handcuffs, chocking, hair pulling, degrading kink, praise kink, strap on, slight spanking kink, daddy kink, fluff.

Word count: 4k

A/N: this is my first fic so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing! Also english is not my first language <3

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You honestly didn’t know how it happened, one minute you were screaming at your cheater of a boyfriend and his fucking side chick and the next thing you remember was running out of the house, trying to get away from the flames.

You sighed in relief, finally at home after a long and stressful day at work, your boss was being a bitch again and making you do extra hours just because she feels like it. God how you hated her, you just wanted to go home, have a nice dinner and watch some bad movie with your boyfriend. 

As you reached your door, searching for your keys inside of your needlessly big purse you heard a sound coming from inside of the house, making you stop immediately, what was that? Again, another noise, was it… a moan? Pressing your ear to the door you heard it once again… and again… those were definitely moans “what the fuck?” Was he watching porn or something? I mean you couldn’t blame him if he did, you were barely home, but then you heard it, someone moaning his name. 

Your heart stopped for a moment, he could not… could he? 

With shaky hands and ringing ears you carefully opened the door, the sight of candles all around the hall and into the living room making you shake your head, no, no no no no no, three years, three years of relationship, this couldn’t be happening, right? He wouldn’t throw it all away, not like that, right? Your mind was playing with you, it had to be that.

Slowly, you made your way to said living room, the moans and grunts getting louder, and your heart pace getting quicker, and then you saw it, you were’t crazy, it was really happening “You motherfucker” your hoarse voice causing the room fall silent, your now, ex boyfriend, throwing the blonde girl off his lap, watching as she immediately put her clothes on and ran through the door, you didn’t care a bit about her.

You only focused how he made his way to you, the noises of him trying to talk to you into a pit of lies sounded blurry.

“Honey, it’s not what it looks like I swear” mhm… what a cliche lie,

“It’s her fault! She seduced me” great try, another one, 

“I’m so sorry, my love” huh, that was a good one… no,

“It’s not my fault you’re never home to get me off, I had to find someone else!” oh there was it, that son of a bitch.

Everything went red, you weren’t conscious of what you were doing, throwing everything your hands reached at him, screaming how much of a stupid fucker he was, not even trying to hide it, doing it in your own fucking home! And you didn’t realize one of the many things you threw at him was one of the big candles he set, hitting against the curtains.

It happened too fast, there was fire everywhere, and you stood there, frozen in the middle of the living room, staring at the burnt out wall, realizing what a stupid thing you did, I mean you didn’t even love him, you never did, but you trusted him, and you felt fucking betrayed. 

It wasn’t until a big flame got into your view you got out of your shock and ran out of the house, a police car already waiting for you.

And now here you were, sat in the interrogation room, leg shaking with anxiety and your heel kicking the floor repeatedly, staring at the door as if someone would appear faster. You’ve been waiting like 20 minutes already, and you knew there was only one person in the police office at this hour so you didn’t understand why she was making you suffer like this.

It’s something she have always loved to do.

As those thoughts ran through your head the door opened, revealing the brunette woman, she leaned against the door after closing it, studying you for a moment, she tried to grasp everything around her head, trying to understand the reason behind all of this “I’m very curious… what made you burn your house down and nearly killing you and your boyfriend?”

You scoffed and the last word “not my boyfriend, not after tonight” your words sounded furious and… painful, you squirmed in the chair, feeling quite uncomfortable “I didn’t mean to ok? You know I’m not that crazy�� 

Agnes and you had a… situationship in the past, you both wanted more, wanted a serious relationship but her work and schedule were a problem, you barely saw her once a week or two causing you to argue a lot, so you both decided to part ways and stay friends, it was the best for both of you.

Or that’s what you wanted to believe anyway.

The older woman hummed, detaching herself from the door and sitting on the chair in front of you “I know” of course she knew, she knew you weren’t capable of hurting a flower “that’s why I’m asking you” 

You looked up at her from your fidgeting hands “I caught that fucker cheating, alright? I-I got furious and started throwing things at him and maybe… accidentally, I threw him a lit candle” replaying the scene in your head you let out a giggle, seeing his stupid face was worth it after all “but honestly Agnes? I don’t regret a thing”

Well… maybe you were a little crazy.

She fought back a smirk, she couldn’t blame you, he deserved it, she always knew that bastard wasn’t good for you, and if she had found out about it before she would have done the same thing, or worse, no one but she can mess with her girl “well, I’m sorry” she wasn’t, at all “but I’m afraid you have to spend the night in the tank”

What? No

No way you were gonna spend a second in that hell hole.

And just like that, an idea crossed your mind, it was risky but you knew very well it would work, for both of you.

“But… Aggie” you whined, looking at her with doe eyes, yes… you were playing that card “you know I’m a good girl” she flinched in surprise, feeling your foot caress her leg under the table. 

Those eyes, those fucking eyes.

You were playing a dangerous game, but oh… two can play this game and she hates to lose.

Without saying a word she got up, slowly making her way around the table, you watched her intently, like a prey watching her hunter’s next move, and then suddenly you let out a gasp, she threw your chair back with a kick, caging you between her arms, resting them on each side of the chair.

“Are you? Because I only remember you being a fucking brat” she was so close, so close you could smell her woody perfume, her breath against your face, fuck how you’ve missed her, every smell, every touch, every word of hers.

No one could ever compare to Agnes.

“And I remember you loving it… you loved to fuck the brattiness out of me, you loved to shut me up shoving your dick in my mouth” your hand carefully ran up her leg, watching her breath hitch you never took your eyes off hers, and just as you reached her crotch you felt something hard, making you bite you lip “you haven’t changed a bit Agnes, always packing around with that purple d-” 

She didn’t let you finish, grabbing you by the throat, shoving you up and against the wall, earning a huffed grunt from you and grabbing her wrist for support.

There she was, the rough Agnes you always loved, how she lost control of herself because of you, it made you weak on the knees, your mind already fogging into submission, but you had to fight it back, you wanted to test her limits, to totally break her, and let her break you from the inside in return.

On her end she knew she should tease you further, see how far you were capable of going but she was so weak for you, all this time apart from you, trying to find you in other girls but there wasn’t anyone like you, she only wanted you, she needed you, like she knew you needed her.

“You’re playing a dangerous game you know you’ll lose to here, pet”

God, you loved when she called you that, her pet, her plaything, her doll to play around anytime and anywhere she wanted. 

No.

Focus.

Break her.

“Is that the best you can do Aggie? Aww, maybe I was wrong, maybe you’ve lost your spark” 

Yes, yes, yes, that was the look you were searching for, that rough, primal look that sent you into a subspace without hesitation, you were ready to take whatever she wanted to give you.

Agnes pushed her leg between yours, pressing against your center, watching as your face squirmed in pleasure, she always found it fascinating how she could pull these kind of reactions out of you with such little actions “you really think you’re in control here, hm?”

You both knew the answer, you both knew there was no way you could take control.

“A-Agnes, is this really the place to do this?” Your voice came out hushed and shaky, your mind fighting to get a hold of itself.

The older woman chuckled darkly at your state “oh please, don’t tell me you’re chickening out now doll” and she knew you were right, the interrogation room was no place for this but she knew too neither of you were gonna be capable of waiting another second. 

She would deal with the consequences later.

Her hand on your throat loosened, letting you breathe for a bit, they travelled down your figure, stopping on your waist, her eyes burning into yours, you saw her expression change for a moment “you have no idea how much I missed you”

Shit, this wasn’t in your plan.

You gulped, trying to loose the nervous knot in your throat “I missed you too, every fucking day” your voice came out in a whisper, as if you were telling her your deepest secret, and maybe it was. 

Agnes pulled you close, her hands tightening around your waist as if you were going to disappear from her grasp, she had to make sure this was real and not just a dream.

Your lips ghosted against hers, your hands caressing her face, eyes still locked on each other, both of you trying to search for any sign of regret “are you sure you want this?” that made you nod eagerly “I need words baby”

“Yes, yes Aggie, I want you… I need you”

And then her lips were on yours, it was slow and sweet at first, both of you trying to savour the moment after all these years apart, but just as a moan escaped your lips Agnes lost it, her tongue asking for entrance licking your lip, you immediately let her, submitting to her, letting her take control of the kiss. 

You were always so good to her, always her good girl.

She walked backwards until her legs hit the table turning you both around “up” she simply said patting your hip softly, causing your puffy lips break into a smile, and of course you obeyed her, hopping on the table before grabbing her by the collar and smashing your lips against hers again.

Your impatient hands deciding to rip her flannel shirt after various failing attempts unbuttoning it, the action making the older woman to laugh against your lips “you’re buying me a new one” 

You huffed “you have plenty of those, officer” she smirked at the new title.

“Cute, but I like the old title better” her hands making their way into your pencil skirt, stroking your inner thighs, realizing how much she missed your soft and warm skin, how she missed having those thighs around her head, clenching and unclenching with every one of her touch.

“Okay… daddy” 

And just with that her whole mind went feral, grabbing the slit of your skirt she ripped it in two, making you gasp and looking at her in disbelief “well, now we’re even” before you could spit back at her she cupped your cunt, your head falling back with a moan “fuck, did I make you this wet, pet?” She bit her lip, rubbing the wet spot on your thong with her fingers. 

“You know you always do, even only the thought of you does” That stroked her ego, thinking how you got this messy only thinking of her, after all this time, it made her even more eager to ruin you.

You watched her as she got on her knees, your breath hitching as she travelled your thighs with kisses, pushing your legs apart so she could tease you further but never where you really wanted her. 

You knew what she wanted, teasing you like that, playing with the stripes of your thong with her fingers, but you just whined, grabbing her head attempting to push her to your center but she just sat back, looking at you with a raised eyebrow “come on… it’s not that hard to ask me nicely if you want it that bad, doll”

Groaning desperately, your mind trying to fight back the words you just stared at her with heavy breath, her eyes watching your every desperate move, knowing very well the fight that was going on in that pretty head of yours.

And she knew exactly how to get it out of you.

“Do it for me, pet, come on beg for daddy” she then continued with her kisses, now starting from your ankle, watching as you gripped the ends of the table tightly “be a good girl and beg for me to fuck you, sweet thing”

Your jaw hanged low, your eyebrows furrowing in total desperation.

Come on, you just have to say the word.

Be a good girl.

Her good girl.

“Please” 

It came out shaky, her kisses stopping to look at you “please, please fuck me Aggie”

Yes, much better. 

She had you just where she wanted you “there you are, my good girl”

Then you both rushed to discard your thong and the ripped skirt before she locked your legs around her shoulders, finally burring her head in your center, giving your clit a long lick that had both of you moaning, your hand flying to her hair, pushing her further into you, wanting to feel her even closer.

And she gladly did, wanting to get drunk of your taste, her skilled mouth nipping and sucking on your clit, loving every sound she pulled from you, holding your hips down as they desperately rolled towards her face. 

Your back arched into nothing as you felt her two fingers tease your entrance “fuck, daddy please” your submission making the older woman chuckle only of the vibrations to go right to your core, causing you to let out a strangled moan.

And deciding to put your suffering to an end Agnes slowly pushed her large digits inside you, feeling your legs tense around her head, her pace painfully slow, to focused on your face and reactions, your head almost snapping back as she curled her fingers inside of you, making you struggle to breathe at the amount of pleasure she was giving you.

She could never get enough of you, your intoxicating taste and addicting sounds, she could spend the rest of her life between your legs, driving you absolutely mad with just her mouth and fingers, feeling your warm hole, how you clenched and unclenched around her fingers trying to last a little more only to have her like this.

Quickening her pace, her got up, pulling you into a deep kiss as her thumb continued the abuse on your clit, swallowing your whines and moans and letting you taste yourself, her free hand making it’s way inside of your top, finding your nipple and pinching it between her finger, she always loved how you went braless everywhere, making it easier for her to access.

And when she felt your core clench harder, knowing you were already close to your orgasm, all her movements stopped “w-what are you doing?” you whined out, tears threatening to spill from your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Shh, it’s ok” she kissed your temple “open your mouth”

Without hesitating for a second you obeyed, her fingers slipping in, making you instantly close your mouth and suck, watching as her lips parted and pupils darkening in pleasure, your tongue playing with her fingers, cleaning them before she got them out, your mouth letting out a ‘pop’ sound. 

She then suddenly pushed you off the table and turned you around, pressing your front against the cold surface, manhandling you in the position she wanted “you better keep your hands there” she said locking your hands on your back.

“I will, daddy” you bit your lip from giggling shaking your ass against the hard bulge in her pants, knowing the effect that action had on the woman. 

There was silence for a moment, you could feel her eyes on you, and then- 

slap!

You gasped in surprise, your body jumping forward “keep that up and it won’t be the only one” you felt her deep voice right in your ear, her hand caressing you red and itchy bottom cheek.

You couldn’t deny and say you didn’t like it, on the contrary, it felt fucking good, but right now you just wanted her to fuck you raw, so just nodded keeping in mind to bring that side of her another time. 

The sound of a belt unbuckling reached your ears, your heartbeat fastening in excitement and your legs rubbing against each other for some friction yes please, please, please, your hands twitched, needing to grab onto something, or to feel her under your touch “keep. them. there.” 

It was easy, right?

Wrong.

You swallowed a whine in anticipation, feeling her hand running down your back, stopping on your waist, and just as you felt her rub against your entrance your hands flew to grab the table for support “oh… my poor pet…” she roughly grabbed your wrists, and after a second you felt something cold around them, and then a click “you asked for it” 

Did she just put her handcuffs on you? Fuck, you shouldn’t find it as hot as you found it.

She took advantage of that distraction to push herself inside of you, watching your whole body squirm in pain and pleasure while a loud moan escaped your lips, stilling for a moment, letting you adjust to her size, and it only took her seeing your hips start to push back into her to slide out almost entirely before roughly pushing into you again, the table cracking at the action “fuck!” 

She kept her rough but slow pace, the sounds of your moans and whines getting louder, oh how she missed having you like this, all fucked out because of her, your little brain only filled with her and the pleasure she was giving you. 

You felt her hand interlock into your hair, and in a sudden move your back was flushed against her front, both of you seeing your reflexion in the mirror on the wall “look at you… already so ruined and I just started fucking you” you clenched around the strap, wishing she could feel how your body reacted to her words, but she could see it, she saw how your breath stopped for a second, how your eyes closed with a cute little frown on your eyebrows.

Her free hand made it’s way around your throat, squeezing it just the right amount to make your mind fog, your moans fighting to get out as her pace quickened, but it wasn’t enough, you needed more “p-please” you managed to let out, looking at her through the reflexion.

Just like she could read your mind she removed her hand from your hair and painfully slow travelled down your body, rubbing and pinching your nipple, scratching your lower stomach, before finally making you roll your eyes back, pressing your clit between her fingers, while her dick hit that right spot it had you seeing stars. 

The obscene sounds of your skin against hers and your strangled breath turning the older woman on more than she would admit, her praises in your ear as she abused your clit faster “Good girl… you’re doing so good for daddy”

Your legs already shaking, the knot on your lower stomach getting harder to hold “d-daddy please, please let me cum” your almost pornographic moans getting more desperate by the second “fuck- please I’m so close!”

“Cum for me” it only took those words from her to reach your orgasm, your lips parting in an ‘o’ shape, summing all over her strap.

She slowed her pace, helping you through your orgasm, only stopping when your limb body fell on the cold table, making you shudder.

She let you catch your breath for a second, stroking your back up and down before she stood you up again, turning you around to see your fucked out face.

You opened your eyes to look at her smirking face, causing you to chuckle “hi” you whispered, closing the gap between your lips, both of you humming “are you gonna uncuff me now, officer?” 

“Not yet” she pecked your lips lovingly again before looking at you, with those demanding eyes “on your knees” 

You stared at her for a second, your breath hitching once again in anticipation, and slowly you got on your knees before her, watching her with doe eyes “you know what to do, clean your mess doll” and that you did, your tongue darting out to lick her shaft from the base, never taking your eyes off hers, slowly taking the large, purple dick into your mouth.

Her hand rested on your cheek, her thumb softly wiping away a tear that fell from your eye, her shaft hitting the back of your throat “breathe beautiful, through your nose” she hummed as she held your face down, enjoying having you like this again, your mouth full of her, struggling to breathe and those beautiful tears on your face. 

So fucking obedient for her.

When you started to cough around her she finally pulled out, helping you get up, and sitting you on the table while uncuffing you, her lips kissing all over your face as you recovered, your hands fisting on her navy blue tank top as soon as they were free “you did so good for me, sweetheart” she whispered against your lips, making you smile. 

“Thank you Aggie” 

You rested your forehead against hers, both of you savoring the sweet moment, her hands tightly around your waist in a possessive and protective way.

These were the moments you missed the most, her sweet self taking care of you, making sure you were ok like she didn’t just fuck your brains out a minute ago.

It was almost comical.

“So… officer, am I still spending the night in the tank?” She laughed at that, kissing your forehead softly, you were insufferable.

“Thinking about it… it will be the best if you spend the night at my place” you bit your lip suppressing a smile, you were too excited to wake up in the morning next to the older brunette woman “what do you think?”

“I’d love to” you whispered before pulling her into a loving kiss.

She helped dressing up again, giving you a pair of sweats she had in her office, and when you were gonna leave her office she grabbed you hand, pulling you flush against her.

She stared at you trying to get the words out, you could see the fight she was having in her mind projected in those blue eyes, so you planted a soft kiss on her nose, your hands caressing her cheeks trying to calm her thoughts, and then she said it.

“Be mine”

Your eyes locked, her eyebrows furrowing in worry as you took a second to reply, but when your lips broke into a smile she knew the answer.

“I have always been yours Agnes”

[imyourbratzdoll]

I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.

hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.

summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.

warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man. 

You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.

“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)

“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.

“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.

“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”

Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him. 

It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you. 

“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.” 

He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup. 

You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces. 

“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”

“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes. 

Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?

A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips. 

He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.

“Do you mean…?!”

Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.

“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[michverdun]

"See, you were talkin' like I needed to get a gym membership and a bunch of supplements to get big. Naw, I don't need any of that bullshit. I got this big all on my own, with hard work, pure testosterone, and the great outdoors."

the large men flexed his arm, his bicep almost hitting his fist. Every muscle on the man was so compressed, it was hard to see where any more mass would even fit. Still, you remember thinking that a month ago, and he hadn't slowed down since then.

"I'm telling you man, it's like my body was built to grow. I can't fuckin' stop packin' on muscle. I ain't got shirts that fit no more, my tits keep bustin' out of 'em! Turns out there ain't much bigger than a 4XL around, and I don't feel like orderin' any online. Why not just let it all hang out?"

He bounced his pecs, the massive, hairy mounds of muscle hitting his chin. He had joked plenty about having the 'biggest tits in the county' and he was probably right all things considered. As far as you knew nobody else even compared to a chest like his.

"I will say though, I didn't expect everything to feel so light already! I'm already past logs and I've been havin' to uproot trees like Paul Bunyan, but all I've got are a buncha maples and cottonwoods, real light and soft shit. So, if you got a big oak you wouldn't mind me takin' out, or somethin' else heavy, I'd really appreciate it. Hell, you can also stick around and feel these muscles while I work. I'm sure you'd like that more than staring at those skinny fuckers you call 'bodybuilders' on your phone. Show you what REAL muscle looks like!"

He let out an involuntary groan as his eyes rolled back, the sound of what you guessed was his dick ripping through his shorts and hitting his abs coming through the speaker. The man shook his head, trying in vain to shake the lust out, before looking down at his dick.

"I'm gonna have to let you go now, can't deal with this thing with one hand anymore. Too big, just like the rest of me." He chuckled. "Still, hope you'll consider my offer. Sure be nice to get someone's hands on these muscles right after a fresh pump. Might help me empty these goddamn balls. I swear I'm having to pump out 5 loads a day, at least, and these things still feel like they're gonna burst they're so full! Anyway, I won't keep ya, I'll see ya around."

He winked at the camera before turning off the call, leaving you alone. You immediately started thinking about if there was a abandoned junkyard nearby with a semi or two, or maybe a forest that could stand to lose some old oaks.

[aurorawritestoescape]

BAD BLOOD pt 3

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), perv!Joel, dark!Joel, dark!reader, dubconned!Tommy, mention of f!oral, mention of mfm, fingering, semi public, cum eating, degradation kink, praise kink, daddy kink, alcohol consumption, swearing, reader wears makeup.

Summary: Joel and Tommy take you out and things get heated.

Word count: 5,8k

A/n: it took me longer than I planned but pt 3 is finally here. I really hope you’ll like it! Kisses and hugs to everyone who has given love to the series💖 I’m very grateful!! Special thank you to @milla-frenchy for the support! Ily baby❤️

Series Masterlist || MASTERLIST

*****

You’re sitting at your vanity putting final touches to your makeup. Butterflies are dancing in your stomach and your pussy is tingling as the anticipation of the night electrifies your nerves.

You can’t believe that it’s finally going to happen. You’ve been imagining it for so long. Every holiday, every family visit to your college, every time you saw your stepdad the desire for him ignited your core. You imagined him taking you in your bed, claiming your pussy under the secrecy of the night. You wished he would send your mom to hell, close the door in her face and take you in your dorm room. You dreamt of him fucking you on your desk and making you squirt all over the books. You’ve craved that cock and the man attached to it for so long and today you’re finally going to get it all.

***

“Can you hurry up?” Joel’s booming voice startles you and your hand jerks making your eyeliner too thick. “Tommy’s waiting at the car and getting on my nerves, fidgety fucker.”

You see your step uncle’s reflection in the mirror and exclaim not turning to him, “Fuck! Stop creeping on me! Go away!”

Despite your words you quickly check him out through the mirror. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a cardigan with the lowest V neck you’ve ever seen. Your mouth waters when you see his naked chest.

The man curses and steps into your bedroom shutting the door behind him. You turn swiftly, raising your hand in a stop gesture.

“No. Get out! You’re not coming on my face again. I just did my makeup,” you turn back to the mirror and start fixing your ruined eyeliner barely moving your lips to talk, “tonight is about Tommy and me anyway.”

“In love with your stepdad. Fuckin’ hell!” Joel chuckles, walking to your bed. He sits down and places the elbows on his thighs. His voice gets serious, “I want you to remember what you promised me, angel. No back outs.”

“I’m not in love, Joel. Just wanna fuck him. I’m gonna do everything the way we planned, ok? I can’t believe he’s still talking to you. After what you’ve done.”

Joel rubs his beard hiding a smile. “Told him you wanted to find out if he’d fuck you and I obliged. Then I just made big eyes ‘What?! She recorded it? No way! What a bitch!’ He ate it up,” he adds, looking pleased with himself.

You finally turn to him, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Oh, so he thinks you’re innocent?!”

“Tommy knows that I’m far from innocent. But you…”, he points his index finger at you, “your stunt shocked him. His sweet stepdaughter, blackmailing him into fucking her.. Shit!” He adjusts himself and you lick your lips shooting a glance at his bulge.

You turn back to the mirror and silence fills the bedroom while you’re applying your lipstick. You feel Joel's heavy gaze on you until his gruff voice breaks it, “This color will look great smeared on my balls, baby.”

You scoff at his words but don’t say anything. You can’t deny that the desire to suck him off has been growing exponentially since the moment he slapped you in the backyard. Especially when you saw his fat cock that morning. Now you really want that bonus he promised stuffed into your pussy.

When the makeup is done you get up and walk to the bed. Your short black dress with sheer sleeves is laid out next to Joel who’s manspreading his thick thighs. His knee touches your bare leg and you step away furrowing your brows and whine, “Can you leave? I need to change.” Your voice lacks confidence as in reality you want him to stay and watch but it’s hard to admit that this man who looks more like a pimp than a contractor makes your pussy tingle.

“What’s the matter, angel? We’re family, no need to be shy around me.”

You roll your eyes and shift on your feet contemplating your next move. After a few moments your hands rise up to untie your robe. You open it not turning away from Joel and throw it off your shoulders fully exposing yourself. The robe pools at your feet as you’re looking at him with defiance.

Joel’s expression is serious and pensive. He takes you in like you’re an object on display in a shop window. You hold your breath fearing that any degrading comment thrown your way now might really hurt you. But a wave of relief washes over you when you see him breathe in sharply, lean back on his hand, spreading his legs wider and palming his bulge.

“What if I give you my bonus right now, angel. I feel generous.”

Triumph seizes you when you see the signs of his desire - your power over him. You have an upper hand and now it’s your turn to smirk.

“Don’t think so, step uncle. Need to ask my daddy first.”

You turn around and walk to the dresser hearing the man chuckle. You feel his gaze on your ass and push it out a little to give him a better view.

You open the top drawer and look through your panties and bras wanting to choose a perfect set for tonight.

You hear your bed creak and then the heat of Joel’s body warms up your bare back and ass.

“Want me to help you choose, angel? I know what my brother likes.”

“I was thinking this one,” you muse picking up a red lacy set and showing it to him.

“Fuck, it’s hot, baby. Suits you well. Slutty,” he comments and then leans lower, his lips are brushing your ear as he whispers, “but don’t forget your role, angel. You’re his innocent stepdaughter. He thinks he hates that he wants to fuck you but he fuckin’ loves it. He’s as twisted as me, just hides it.”

He raises his arms at your sides caging you between his massive biceps and searches through the drawer. He’s looking over your shoulder and when his hot wet exhale hits your naked breasts, your nipples get hard. He picks up a light pink mesh set, decorated with cute little white hearts.

“Wear this one and he’ll bust his nut as soon as he sees you”.

“I kinda need him to last,” you murmur but decide to follow his advice.

The thoughts are jumbled in your head as Joel’s low voice and hot breath on your naked skin are making you weak. You press your thighs together chasing any relief from the ache in your core. You feel cold air on your wet pussy. His bulge grazes the hollow of your ass and you bite your lip trying to swallow a whimper that is crawling up your throat.

“Yeah, it’s a good one,” you say, your voice soft and breathy. You want to take the lingerie from him but he doesn’t let you and pulls his hand away.

“I’ll help, angel.” You hear shuffling and turn around slightly to see him get on one knee behind you. He looks up at you, still dominant even in this position and your breath hitches.

Suddenly his hands grip your thighs and he turns you around. His face is so close to your pussy now your clit tingles and you gush more.

He drops his head and brings the panties to your feet. Your mouth parts with a surprise.

“Come on,” he hurries you and you step into the underwear, one foot and then the other. He hums with satisfaction and pulls them up, his hands brushing your legs and tickling your skin making it erupt in goosebumps. He notices your body’s reaction to his touch and stops his hands mid thigh looking straight at your pussy.

“Joel,” you whine as a sudden surge of shyness grasps you.

He seems not to hear. He leans closer to your mound and you gasp when his nose pushes into the spot just above your seam.

Then he plants a soft kiss on your mound and you take a deep breath as the desire overwhelms you. You want his mouth on you with fierce desperation, your mind is empty and only one thought is swirling through it, “do it do it, do it.”

You shut your eyes ready to drown in pleasure and hear his soft and seductive voice as his breath warms your skin, “Who’s gonna eat your pussy tonight, angel, me or your stepdaddy?”

You can’t help but imagine them both between your thighs and you moan dropping down your head and running your fingers through his hair.

To your disappointment Joel pulls the panties up and doesn’t stop until your pussy lips swallow the sheer fabric. It presses on your clit and you take a sharp breath as a surge of need ignites your core.

You lift one leg, brace your hand on the dresser behind you and put your thigh over his broad shoulder giving him a perfect view of your pussy. Then your hand darts to pull the material to the side and you bite your lower lip as his hot breath hits your wet skin. Joel growls and raises his eyes at you. His gaze is so dark the irises are hardly visible. You’re sure your pupils are as blown as his.

“Want uncle to lick your pretty pussy?” he asks softly but you hear a trace of mockery in his voice. Your need suffocates your pride and you answer him by gliding your foot up and down his muscular back.

He hums and leans closer to your center. You hold your breath in anticipation and run your fingers through his hair ready to tug on them when he finally eats you out. But you furrow your brows and blink in confusion when he presses his cheek to your folds and stills. “What are you..?”

Suddenly he moves his head up and down against your sensitive pussy rubbing it with his rough scruff. You cry out and jump back away from him.

“What the fuck, Joel?! It hurts!” you’re fuming looking at your burning folds while he chuckles getting up from the floor with a grunt.

“Just wanted to save your scent, baby,” he laughs rubbing his beard and you shout at him to get out putting on a bra.

“You have 5 minutes,” he says, still chuckling as he leaves the room.

***

When you finally step outside the house you see the brothers smoking by Joel’s truck. Jess took your stepdad’s car to go on a spa retreat and her plans to waste Tommy’s money pampering herself coincided perfectly with your plans to fuck her husband.

You bite your lip when you see Tommy wearing a black western shirt and dark jeans. Your heart sings at the thought that he wanted to look good to take you out.

Tommy quickly looks you over, trying to hide his interest but you notice his gaze slide over your body tightly enveloped by the slinky dress.

Joel on the other hand doesn’t hide anything. “Looking good, baby,” he comments shamelessly adjusting his bulge.

“Let’s go,” you say, coming up to the truck and batting your lashes at Tommy, “Daddy, will you keep me company in the back?”

“Sweetheart...” Tommy starts talking with an unsure expression but you pout your lips, mouthing, “please”.

He sighs and gets in the back seat. A little part of you wonders if he’s pushed by your threat or genuine desire to be close to you. But you shut this little voice down reminding yourself that the result is what’s important.

When you get into the car your dress rides up exposing even more of your thighs but you don’t bother tugging it down.

Joel starts the engine and backs out of the driveway while you’re looking around at the interior of his truck. It’s surprisingly tidy and you’re genuinely impressed until your gaze raises up and to your shock you see your panties hanging on the rear view mirror. Your jaw drops and you’re about to shout at Joel when you stop yourself. You realize that the perv must have picked them up from the floor of your room that morning and you’re not eager to let your stepdad know about your fun time with your step uncle.

So you shut your mouth and see Joel winking at you in the mirror.

Tommy on the other hand reacts as soon as he sees it, “God, Joel, take this thing off!”

“Why?” His older brother asks with defiance driving through the town streets with one hand on the wheel.

Tommy just sighs, not even trying to come up with a reason.

You’re squirming in your seat praying that Joel doesn’t mention whose panties are now swinging in front of the windshield. You almost moan with relief when he turns on some classic rock and doesn’t say anything.

Your eyes keep shooting at Tommy from time to time who’s looking out of the window. You hate that he’s so far so you unbuckle your seat belt and slide over closer to him. You trace a wedding band on his finger getting his attention. He snaps his head your way, brows furrowed.

“Get back in your seat. ‘s dangerous.”

You take his hand and bring it up to your lips as he’s watching you closely. You press your cheek to his knuckles and rub your face against his hand.

“Love when you worry about me, daddy,” you purr into his hand and then place it on your thigh that’s further from him.

You put your hand over his and make him squeeze your naked flesh.

“Keep me safe, please,” you breathe out feeling his palm against your skin, so close to your pussy and at the same time torturously far.

“I ain’t a seat belt, sweetie,” Tommy mumbles looking down at your skin erupting in goosebumps under his touch. He takes a sharp breath and lifts his hips before spreading his legs a little wider. You notice his bulge has grown bigger and you close your eyes for a second trying to calm down but sink even deeper in the sticky pit of desire. You think about moving his hand to your inner thigh and then closer towards your pussy. His fingers would immediately find your panties soaked and if he slid his thumb under the fabric he could easily find your throbbing clit and …

“Hey, lovebirds!” Joel rumbles and you snap your eyes open as he interrupts your daydreaming.

Tommy clears his throat feeling his brother's eyes on him in the car mirror and his hand flies away from your thigh. You curse Joel inwardly for ruining the moment.

Joel’s head turns to you slightly as he asks, “how about we skip the restaurant and get a motel, huh?”

You know that you’re the one he’s asking because Tommy has no say in any of this thanks to the recording you have on your phone.

“I’m not some cheap hooker you picked up at a gas station, Joel. I can’t just jump into bed with you,” you reply, putting your seatbelt back on.

Joel laughs and your stomach burns with rage. You’re fed up with his mocking, his attitude, his cockiness.

“What’s so fucking funny, old man?” You spit out at him grinding your teeth.

“Fuck, baby,” he says locking eyes with you in the mirror, “I don’t remember buying you dinner before I jizzed all over your pretty face a few days ago?”

“You WHAT?!” Tommy exclaims and your heart falls into your stomach. As long as you’ve known him you never heard him raise his voice like that, maybe only watching sports but never at a person. Especially Joel. He scoots forward in his seat to get closer to Joel and grabs his arm. “Have you fucked her already?” Joel seems absolutely unfazed as he replies in his usual “fuck y’all” tone, “No, I haven, Tommy, relax. We just fooled around. The princess wanted to come and I helped her.”

Tommy’s head snaps in your direction and you squeeze your body into the seat as fear grips your heart. He looks livid, eyes are scorching you under the furrowed brows, lips form a tight line in anger or disappointment. You feel small under his stare and stammer weakly, “d..daddy, he didn’t… ”

He suddenly gets closer to you, leans in, grabs your hand and squeezes it in his. It’s not painful but his strength and wrath make your breath hitch and your pussy clenches around nothing as the fear affects you like an aphrodisiac.

“If he fucks your needy hole before I do, believe my words, sweetie, I won’t touch you. You can put that recording of me on national television I don’t give a fuck. Got it?” He throws the words at you as his eyes are boring into yours.

You whimper as his face is so close you feel his breath on your parted lips. Realizing that he’s waiting for your answer you nod hastily and he gets back in his seat.

You feel your world tilting and turning upside down. Your stepdad, the calmest, softest man you know just shouted at his brother and said all that to you.

Tommy’s still fuming, clenching and unclenching his fist resting on his thigh and you wonder why it stirred him up that much. Why has his possessiveness burst out now? It was the first time you witnessed his passion for you. Is it sibling rivalry? Insecurity? Or did he finally let himself do what he’d wanted? You ask yourself these questions before you see Joel watch you through the mirror. He looks smug and you try to make your expression neutral not to give him the satisfaction.

You glance out of the window and your anxiety spikes up again seeing that you’re almost at the place you’ve picked.

“Oh, fuck no!” Tommy exclaims seeing where you three are going. “Are you fucking kidding me? You know that it’s Jess’ favorite place. How am I gonna look with you grinding against me all night?” He’s shooting daggers at you and you take a deep breath trying to find the right words.

“Tommy, listen. This restaurant is the only ok place in this shithole of a town. And I promise I’ll behave,”

Mistrust is painted on his face but seeing you shaken and nervous calms him down a bit.

“No ‘daddies’!” he demands pointing his finger at you.

“No “daddies,” you promise with sadness in your voice.

He points his finger at Joel next, “You too! None of your usual shit!”

Joel raises his hands and brows acting like he’s never done anything wrong in his life. You scuff but turn your pleading gaze at Tommy.

“And we leave when I say we leave!”

You hate losing your upper hand in the situation but your pussy is throbbing for him now, so dominant and rough, and you decide to submit this time.

You all get out of the car and Tommy stomps to the restaurant still angry. Having stayed alone with Joel you use the opportunity and grab his arm to stop him.

“Why have you said it? About the morning? I thought we were on the same page.”

“We are, angel.” Joel replies, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in the direction of the entrance, “I know my brother. He always wants something I don’t have. He must be ecstatic seeing how hungry you’re for him. I just fiddled with his toy a bit and now he wants it even more.”

His hand grabs your ass and you slap it off getting away from him as you see Tommy watch you two waiting at the door.

You can’t believe that Joel is manipulating his brother so easily. But his words have reassured you and you feel less agitated.

When the brothers and you step into the restaurant, a host greets Tommy by the name and you see the confusion hiding behind his features at Mr Miller’s unusual company.

He asks about Jess and you cringe rolling your eyes so far up your head, the host gets even more flustered.

He leads you to your table and you settle down.

A waiter brings you the menus and you order a glass of red wine, adding “Please, you two, no hard liquor, we have a long night ahead of us,” Tommy chokes on his water as the waiter slightly raises his eyebrow.

Joel gets a beer and Tommy follows suit. When the waiter leaves your stepdad glares at you.

“You promised to behave.”

“I am behaving. I just don’t want you to forget why we’re here.”

Joel chimes in, leaning back against his chair with a grunt, “And why exactly are we here, baby?”

“I want us to get to know each other better.”

“We’re family, angel, I know everything there is about you.”

“Really? What’s my favorite color, Joel,” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

“The color of my brother’s dick?” Joel asks and you burst into giggles while Tommy mumbles profanities under his breath.

When the drinks arrive Joel starts asking Tommy about his work and you’re surprised to notice how the older brother eases him up. They talk and you listen, not really getting through the meaning of a bunch of contractor terms but you smile when they do and laugh when they say something funny.

Soon you’re drinking and talking and it actually feels comfortable. They reminisce about their life in Austin and you ask them questions genuinely interested in their past.

At one point Joel acts like a perfect wing man telling you a hot story of Tommy getting arrested for starting a bar fight because of a girl and you tingle all over. Your stepdad gives you a shy smile and your breath hitches.

Suddenly you feel Joel’s piercing gaze on you.

“What about you, angel? Got any fun college stories for us?” Tommy looks uncomfortable and you remember your promise to him to behave so you say softly,

“I’m a good girl, uncle Joel. I’m there to study, not to waste my time on boys.” You drop your gaze acting so innocent even you don’t believe yourself.

Joel chuckles and Tommy glances up at you with a little smile.

“Ok, our good girl. What about girls? Bet you’ve licked some pussies after a wild party.”

“Fuck, Joel,” Tommy curses and you bite your lip trying not to smile at the way your stepdad squirms in his chair. The wine makes you bolder and you decide to spice up the night.

“How about we play a game? I answer your question and then you two answer mine?” you offer fidgeting in your chair giddy with excitement.

“Shoot, baby.”

“No!”

The men reply at the same time. Tommy’s shaking his head and Joel slightly punches his brother’s shoulder.

“Come on, Tommy. Let’s hear how naughty our good girl gets. I remember you were fine with her… how did you put it… exploring herself.”

Your eyes are glinting with excitement as Joel quotes that dialogue. You remember it by heart now having listened and come to it so many times you lost count.

“Go ahead, angel,” Joel nods, motioning you to speak.

You take a deep breath and start talking softly.

“I’ve been with a girl just once. We weren’t wasted or anything,” You shoot a glance at Joel and then continue, “We were in her room watching a movie and then it kinda happened.” You suddenly feel shy as not only Joel’s but also Tommy’s gaze is glued to you.

“Nah, baby. We need details.” Joel’s voice, seducing and gruff, pulls the words out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“We started making out.. then I tugged her shirt down and sucked on her nipples,” you muse tracing the edge of the wet glass with your finger. “I kissed her stomach, then her pussy… She was so wet. So soft on my tongue. I sucked on her clit and fingered her for some time and she came…her pussy was clamping on my fingers so hard.”

When you lift your eyes you see the brothers stare at you with hungry obsidian eyes as if they’re ready to pounce on you at any moment. Joel palms himself through the jeans and Tommy doesn’t tear his eyes off you as they slide from your lips to your breasts and back up again.

For a few moments you three are soaking in this horny silence until you break it clapping your hands together.

“My turn!”

Tommy takes a big gulp of his beer and Joel raises his brows waiting for your question.

“Have you ever fucked a girl together? Like… shared her?” you quickly regret your question as only saying it already is making you uncomfortably wet.

You’re looking at Joel expecting him to answer but suddenly hear your stepdad’s voice,

“Yeah, we have. Once.”

Your head snaps his way and you gawk at him. You don’t say anything and just wait for him to continue. And he does.

“She was Joel’s girlfriend at the time. We went to a bar, got really drunk and fucked in the bathroom.”

Tommy glances up at you and then quickly averts his eyes.

“Fuck…,” you moan rubbing your thighs together imagining them using some lucky girl like that and ask,

“How did you do it?”

Joel leans closer to you placing his massive arms on the table and replies savoring every word while his velvety voice hits you right in the pussy, “I made her bend over to suck Tommy off and then shoved my dick deep into her cunt. He fucked her throat, I fucked her hole and we pumped her full.”

The moment Joel finishes talking you hear the waiter’s shaky voice asking if you’d like anything else.

Tommy curses and sends him away. He acts polite but his voice strains with rage.

He hastily gets up and mumbling the word ‘bathroom’ leaves you two. Before he turns away you spot his massive bulge and swallow loudly.

You take a deep breath trying to calm down.

“Angel, you ok?” Joel asks and laughs at you, shaking his head, “you want him, he wants you, what are all these fuckin’ games for? You coulda been stuffed with our cocks by now but no, little princes wanted to be wined and dined. Lets hope he doesn’t change his mind about tonight. If our plan goes to shit because of you, uncle Joel will get very angry. And you surely don’t want that, missy.” Joel’s expression is serious and you remember that he has his personal motive and his concern quickly becomes yours.

“I’ll talk to him,” you say, getting up from the table.

You come up to the bathroom and knock. It’s quiet so you knock again until you hear the lock click.

Tommy opens the door and steps out of the room but you gently push him back in.

“Please, let’s talk,”

You hear people’s voices and not wanting to be caught with you alone at the bathroom Tommy begrudgingly steps back and shuts the door behind you two.

“What?!” He grumps and steps up to the sinks. He opens the tap and bends down to wash his face.

You lean back against the door watching him and contemplating your next move. He’s about to snap and you’re afraid what unexpected fit he could throw again. You know he wants you and you need to be wise rather than play on his nerves. “You’re his innocent stepdaughter,” Joel’s words emerge from your mind.

You come up to him slowly and wait while he’s drying his face with a hand towel.

“I’m not a monster, Tommy. I don’t wanna ruin your life,” you speak softly, placing your hand on his shoulder. He turns to you, anger still painted on his face.

You inch closer, press your forehead to his shoulder and whisper breathing in his scent,

“I want you, Tommy. So fucking much.”

You feel vulnerable at the moment but that’s exactly what he wants you to be right now.

“So that’s why you spread your legs for my brother? ‘Cause you wanted me?”

You sniff not saying anything for a few moments, then lift your head, and glance up at him. His face is blurry as you’re looking at him through the tears.

“I was just horny, daddy. And when he was fingering me, I was imagining you fucking my pussy.”

Tommy’s breath hitches and you hold yours as well hoping he’ll react.

“Fuck, babygirl,” your stepdad whispers as his rage shifts into sympathy, his eyes sad and blown out.

The next moment he grabs you under your thighs, lifts you and sets you on the counter. He’s standing between your legs as you place your hands on his shoulders. His thumb wipes a tear from your cheek as the other hand is pressed to your lower back. You open your legs wider and the dress pulls up at your hips exposing your light pink panties.

“Shhh, don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m here,” he whispers, kissing your cheek gently and his head drops as he’s looking at your pussy, “I want you too.”

His smell, his touch, his confession make you ecstatic and you press your parted lips to his. They’re soft and plump as his tongue breaches your lips and he licks into your whimpering mouth. You grab his ass and pull him closer to your heated center. You feel him hard against your pussy and start grinding on his stiff bulge.

“What do you need, babygirl? Tell me,” Tommy says, parting from your lips.

“Touch me, please… can’t wait any longer,” you whine, pulling your dress up to the waist. His hands rush to free your pussy and you lift your hips before Tommy takes your panties off.

The cold marble under your ass makes you hiss but you forget about it as soon as Tommy’s fingers push between your folds and he rubs your clit making you moan.

“You like it, babygirl? Daddy’s finally touching your needy pussy.”

You can’t form any words so you just moan and nod your head frantically. His forehead is pressed against yours as you’re both watching his digits glide down to your hole and without hesitation he pushes his middle finger inside you. You’re so wet it slides in easily and he starts massaging your walls.

“More please,” you plead and he groans as his index finger joins the first.

“Good girl! You're sucking me in so well, can’t wait to bury my cock inside you,” Tommy murmurs in your ear and you whimper before you see the door opening. Your heart freezes in your chest as you’re about to get caught being fingered by your stepdad. But you breathe out with relief seeing Joel stepping into the bathroom.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he grumbles coming up to you two. He stands next to Tommy, his bulge pressed to your thigh. Through the haze of pleasure you feel Joel’s hand cup your tears stricken cheek and he leans to your ear and whispers, “Clever girl.”

Then his big palm squeezes your naked thigh as he asks you,

“Enjoying daddy’s fingers, angel? Who’s better at fingering your tight little hole, him or your uncle?”

Tommy groans and suddenly his lips are on yours. His kiss is hungry, desperate, claiming. You melt into it feeling your climax build as his fingers are pushing on the soft spot inside you.

You moan into his mouth and Tommy’s lips leave yours as he mumbles, “I’ll feed your pussy my cock.. soon, babygirl… just wait.”

“You’ll be full by the end of the night, angel,” Joel smirks and pulls down the neckline of your dress exposing your naked breasts to the men. He starts twitching your nipple as his brother is working your pussy.

Joel watches your face twist with pleasure, your teeth biting your lips mercilessly.

“Don’t ruin your pretty lips, angel,” he says, bringing his thumb to your mouth. He brushes your swollen lower lip and pulls it out from between your teeth, “Here.” He pushes his thumb into your mouth and you welcome it. You start sucking on his thick digit making the filthiest noises.

With your stepdad’s fingers fucking your hole and step uncle's thumb stuffing your mouth you feel yourself about to unravel. Tommy pushes you over the edge pressing his thumb to your clit and swirling it a few times.

“Come, babygirl. Make daddy proud,” Tommy says and your explode clumping hard on his fingers and moaning, your pretty noises muffled by Joel’s thumb still pressed to your tongue. The man praises you, “That’s our girl. Perfect little slut.”

The orgasm is hitting you hard and you’re shaking and trembling so Tommy wraps his arm around your waist holding you tight but still pleasuring you.

They both are watching Tommy’s digits rhythmically disappear inside your dripping hole and your pussy squelches as your creamy cum, pushed out by the intrusion, slides down your ass towards the counter. Finally your climax subsides and your body stills, jerking with aftershocks from time to time.

Joel's thumb leaves your mouth and he holds the back of your neck while you’re trying to catch your breath.

Tommy pulls out his fingers too and lifts them up for the three of you to see. Under the bright lights you see his digits glazed with your juices. A drop of your slick slides down his middle finger and Tommy licks it off and then brings his digits to your mouth. You happily suck them clean while they both are praising you, “that’s our girl”, “like that, angel”, “came so hard for daddy and uncle.”

When you’re done cleaning your stepdad’s fingers off your cum, he cups your cheek and asks softly, “ready to go home, babygirl?” You look at Tommy, whose adoring and hungry gaze makes you tingle again, then at Joel, who’s eating you up with his blown out eyes, his hand palming his huge bulge, and the anticipation of the night ahead makes your heart and pussy flutter.

Batting your eyelashes at the men you give them a shy smile and say “yes.”

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Part IV

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500 DAYS OF YOU.

꩜ ⋮ wc: 11.4k+

꩜ ⋮ content: sexual content, self sabotaging, angst + POOR decisions. if you don’t enjoy my content, there’s no need for you to stick around, i’m not responsible for what you choose to engage with.

꩜ ⋮ summary: oh, what a love story; a hopeless romantic who believes in grand gestures and forever, falling for a girl who keeps love at arm’s length, never staying long enough to get hurt. if this were a movie, they’d overcome every barrier, meet in the rain for a dramatic kiss, and ride off into the sunset… right?

ㅤ───── ❝ don’t want to be anyone’s girlfriend. ❞

THEODORE LOVES the way your presence makes him feel, even when you’re not there, for example; the scent of coconut on his sheets, like the brush of your fingers tickling over his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. he is utterly charmed by how your eyes contain an entire forest, all deep and infinite, drawing him in and leaving him lost as he tries to find his way out. he swears he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

he loves the way your lips curl around his name, as if tasting it, savoring it.

he loves the softness of your voice when it’s just the two of you, words softer than a baby’s bum. he loves the way you touch him, not just in the way that sets his skin on fire, though merlin knows it does, but in a way that makes him feel shy, with nothing but smiles and blushes. the way your fingers trail over the back of his ear when you think he isn’t paying attention. the way you lean into him for a kiss without thinking, as if your body knows what your lips want.

he loves the fire in you, the way you argue with him, push him, yet always find your way back. drawn to him like gravity. he loves the way you undress him, the way your breath hitches when he’s all vulnerable and naked, the way your pulse flutters beneath his lips when he moans against your throat.

god, he loves you. he loves you so much. he really fucking loves you.

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“WHAT HAPPENED?” pansy immediately shushed enzo with a small slap to his shoulder as he stepped through the door. the group of five stayed on the other side of the room, watching in silence. usually, they wouldn’t give two fucks if theodore decided to be lazy at five in the afternoon, they’d all done it before. but this was different: theodore had been in bed for a week straight.

not in the exhausted, crash after a long day kind of way. no, he hadn’t gotten up to shower. he hadn’t eaten. and now that theodore thought about it, he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d actually slept. he’d been lying in bed, yeah. but sleep? that hadn’t come at all.

his friends would stop by his apartment every few days to hang out, but theodore either told them to leave the second they walked in or didn’t bother responding at all; just laid there, silent, hoping they’d take the hint and get the fuck out. “he’s been like this all week,” blaise said, chocolate eyes filled with worry as he watched his best friend. “draco and i tried to talk to him, but it’s either an argument or nothing at all. no in between.”

“infuriating idiot,” enzo muttered under his breath, shooting his friends a look before deciding to try for himself. on the way over, he’d even grabbed theodore some snacks, so really, there was no excuse. who could argue with free food?

lorenzo watched as theodore lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, hands tucked behind his head. “fuck are you moping around for?” enzo asked, dropping onto the edge of the bed. he held up the bag of snacks, giving it a little shake. “got your favorite, now you can’t be mad.”

now that enzo was closer, he could see it. he nearly gasped, but quickly snapped himself out of it, blinking rapidly: theodore had become a mix of scrawny and weak flesh, cheekbones sharper, eyes drooping with exhaustion. he swore he’d seen this fucker just a week ago, and things had seemed somewhat stable.

it was strange. enzo had never seen theodore like this before, so detached, so… small. his silence was deafening, as if he were in a contest of wills where the prize was his very soul. that’s how quiet he was. for a singular moment, enzo thought theo wouldn’t say anything, just like blaise had warned. he barely even looked conscious. his eyes were open, yeah, but that was about it.

what had brought him to this? what was making him so strangely quiet, so weirdly small? enzo was about to open his mouth again, ready to be harsher than he planned when something happened.

a nod. a quick, almost invisible tilt of theo’s head. from the small sound pansy made behind him, enzo had a feeling that was the first reaction any of them had gotten from theodore all week.

“snacks?” enzo tried, holding them out. theodore shook his head slightly, silent refusal.

that’s when it hit enzo. something was wrong. not just because theodore hadn’t looked away from the ceiling, like enzo’s words were going in one ear and out the other. not just because he looked so drained, so unhealthy. but because he didn’t even reach for the snacks. theo would’ve snatched the bag right out of his hold by now.

enzo’s stomach twisted. he held the snacks a little higher, hoping for any sort of reaction, but theodore didn’t move. not even a twitch.

pansy stepped forward, a little hesitantly, and placed a hand on enzo’s shoulder. “we need to do something,” she murmured, voice quiet as though speaking too loud would shatter whatever fragile state theodore was in. which was exactly what theo didn’t want. he didn’t want pity. he didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for him, and he certainly didn’t want them here, hovering over him. but if he told them to leave, he knew he’d be the one in the wrong.

lorenzo glanced at pansy, helplessness bubbling up. “what do you want me to do? he’s barely even fuckin’ here. look at him.” don’t look at me, please, theodore wanted to say.

“we need to get him to talk. whatever it is, he’s shutting us out,” draco said, pulling a book from theodore’s small bookshelf. “we can’t just let him keep doing this.” please, let me keep doing this. it’s the only thing that keeps me sane, theodore thought.

blaise nodded in agreement. “he won’t even look at us. we can’t force him, but we can’t just wait around either.” besides, they had already done the waiting, each of them taking turns to check on theodore. enzo however, was distracted by other things, and his girlfriend. he wasn’t around as much as the others, but he was closer to theodore than anyone else. if there was anyone nott might finally open up to and admit what was wrong, they all hoped it would be berkshire.

the room fell into an uncomfortable silence, all of them watching theodore’s still form. however, enzo wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay silent. the way theodore looked now: empty, disconnected, was oddly breaking him.

he leaned forward, a bit more determined this time, and gently shook the bag of snacks. “theo,” he said, softer this time, “you can’t keep doing this. you’re scaring the hell out of us.” you’re fucking scared for me? i’m scared for myself, theodore wanted to say.

another moment of silence passed, then theodore finally moved. not much, but enough. his head shifted slightly, and his eyes flickered, almost like he was struggling to focus. enzo’s heart skipped, unsure if it was the beginning of a breakthrough or another dead end. “do you want me to bring that girl over here to make you talk—”

“i’m fine?” theodore’s voice sounded more like a question than a statement, as if the answer was being questioned rather than told, and it didn’t sound like someone who was ‘just fine.’ the words felt flat.

enzo clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to snap. he knew he wasn’t fine. but what could he say? what could he do? “you don’t look fine.” at all.

theodore didn’t respond, eyes drilled to the ceiling. the silence settling between them once more as the rest of the group watched quietly. pansy stepped closer, speaking gently, “theodore, we’re here for you. you don’t have to do this alone.” but that’s what theodore wants. he wants to be alone. stay alone, live alone, spend the rest of his life alone. alone, alone, alone.

mattheo nodded. “whatever it is, we’re not leaving until you talk to us. we’ll figure it out together.”

for a second, there was nothing but the sound of theodore’s shallow breaths. and then, finally, he spoke again;

“no.” leave me alone.

it wasn’t harsh, wasn’t an argument. theodore simply didn’t want to talk. he didn’t want help. he didn’t want anyone there.

enzo had been bracing for a breakdown, for some sort of emotion, but this was worse. this was complete emptiness, the silence that screamed louder than any words ever could. it was like the doors had slammed shut, and no matter how hard they tried to knock, theodore wasn’t going to let them in.

and what do you do when you’ve already knocked politely and the person on the other end isn’t responding? you break the door down.

“we’re not leaving, theo. not until you talk to us.”

enzo reached for the snacks again, gripping them tightly, as though the act itself might force something out of theodore. “if you don’t start talking now, i’ll find that girl and ask her myself.” enzo wasn’t stupid. maybe a little slow at times, but when it came to figuring out what was eating at his friends, he either demanded the truth or figured it out on his own. it wasn’t obvious at first, but the way theodore’s throat visibly tightened, the way his eyes darted toward him, was the confirmation lorenzo needed.

it had to be something to do with that girl theodore had been spending most of his time with. it made sense, theodore had always been a sucker for romance. he loved the idea of loving someone with all his being, of caring for them through every step of life.

when he first started talking to her, he didn’t tell his friends right away, respecting her wish not to be anyone’s girlfriend at the moment. they understood and didn’t press him further. but enzo had never seen theodore as happy as he did then: there was a kick in his step, something brighter in his eyes. now, though, it was all the opposite: drained and helpless. and the way theodore visibly grimaced at the mere mention of her? that told enzo everything.

“i don’t… know how,” theodore whispered. voice weak, but it was there, cracked and all, but there.

“just start from the beginning and tell us what happened,” pansy cut in, her voice as soft as it had ever been. enzo gave her a subtle nudge, signaling for her to dial it back a little.

theodore nodded, slowly sitting up in his bed. “things were going so well,” he began, and immediately, everyone fell silent, their full attention on him. “and then?” enzo prodded, not bothering to hide his impatience. he didn’t have time for theodore to drag this out any longer.

“and then…” he huffed. “they weren’t.”

DAY 001.

sitting in a corner of his favorite coffee shop, eyes glued to the pages of a book he wasn’t really reading, but pretending to: theodore had always been someone who treasured peaceful moments, much like this one. he was always a little lost in thought, but today, his mind wasn’t on the book, wasn’t on the quiet talk of the shop or the hum of the espresso machine.

no, today, his thoughts were scattered in the direction of someone in particular.

he’d noticed you the moment you stepped inside, a sight that had a way of drawing eyes, without even trying. you were gorgeous, a kind of beauty that made everything around you seem ordinary by comparison. your hair was the color of the late summer sun, a soft, warm shade that made him want to reach out and touch it: just to see if it felt as soft as it looked.

you moved with such classiness, smile lighting up the shop the way the first rays of dawn lit the sky. but what really made you stand out, what really caught him, were your eyes; dark, twinkling.

theodore had always been a firm believer in love at first sight, a hopeless romantic at heart. but despite his beliefs, he had never truly experienced it himself. he had found plenty of girls attractive, even beautiful, but never in a way that instantly captivated his mind and pulled him in.

he hadn’t meant to stare, really. but he couldn’t help it. you were sitting across the shop, reading your own book, completely unaware of his gaze. and for some reason, today, he couldn’t pull himself away. you had this laugh: soft, almost musical, that echoed in his mind, even as he tried to read the same sentence for the third time. he’d never been so entranced by someone before. the way you furrowed your brow when you were deep in thought, the way your lips moved as you whispered lines from your book.

so, naturally, it was at that exact moment, when his thoughts were completely consumed by you, that disaster struck.

he wasn’t paying attention to anything else, too caught up in the mesmerization of your presence, when he felt a sharp, sudden pressure on his hand. it wasn’t until the heat rushed through his skin, painfully hot and burning, that he realized what had happened.

he had, without a second thought, been holding his coffee cup too tightly, too carelessly, and in his dazed trance, the hot liquid had sloshed out, spilling straight onto his fingers.

“shit!” he hissed, the pain finally snapping him out of his fog. he looked down at his hand, now starting to redden from the burn, and then, just then, he heard your voice:

“sir? your hand is burning.” how did you get here so quickly? when did you even get up? did he shout that loudly? oh my god.

his eyes shot up, and there you fuckin’ were. standing in front of him. the beautiful, perfect woman he had been staring at for the last few minutes. he blinked a few times, the world still a little blurry, his mind struggling to process.

“oh. yeah.” he couldn’t think of anything else to say. what was he supposed to say? he just burned himself because he was staring at you like an idiot?

he didn’t have time to finish that thought before he realized — shit, yeah, his hand hurt. his hand now burning with the heat of the spilled coffee, was all he could focus on. and now that the initial shock was over, panic started to set in. great, now he was freaking out.

"fuck, fuck, fuck."

but you didn’t seem phased at all. your gorgeous eyes were concerned but not judgmental, and there was this little smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. you weren’t laughing at him. no, you weren’t the type. but you could probably see how utterly ridiculous he looked in this moment.

“are you okay?” you asked, stepping closer, your tone a hint of playfulness, like you found it funny, but in a good way. your gaze didn’t leave his hand, and theodore’s mind was whirling, too stunned to even answer you at first. he opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the words got stuck somewhere in his throat.

“uh, i… think i need ice.” he finally stuttered, realizing how ridiculous he must look sitting there, holding his now painful hand. his words were out before he could think about them, and he immediately felt embarrassed. but then you nodded and quickly turned to the counter, calling for the barista behind the register.

“can you get some ice, please?” your voice was sweet, and theodore watched as you moved effortlessly behind the counter, speaking to the barista with such calmness.

he couldn’t stop staring at you. you were so beautiful, even in this insane situation. you weren’t fazed by him, weren’t judging him for what he assumed was an incredibly awkward moment. in fact, there was a little spark in your eyes that made his stomach do flips. he had to admit it: he was definitely caught in your orbit.

and if he wasn’t careful, he might just let himself get pulled in.

when you returned, you handed him a small paper towel with some ice wrapped inside. “here,” you said, voice feather light. “just hold that for a few minutes. i’m pretty sure you’ll live.”

theodore took the ice, still a little too dazed to process what was happening. “thanks,” he said, realizing he was grinning like a fool for someone who just got their hand burned. but he couldn’t help it. there was something about the way you were looking at him that made him feel like maybe everything was going to be okay.

you laughed softly, that same sound that had captivated him earlier. “no problem,” you said, tone relaxed, though there was something warm behind it. “but next time, maybe… don’t stare so hard?”

theodore froze. had you caught him? he opened his mouth to apologize, but you beat him to it. “…kidding,” you added with a wink. “but seriously, you should be careful next time. coffee’s not the only thing that can burn you.”

theodore chuckled nervously. “i’ll, uh, keep that in mind.” he felt like a total idiot, but somehow, it didn’t feel as bad as it should have. there was something about your easy smile and playful teasing, that made him feel… well, alive.

you two sat there for a while, talking about everything and nothing. he’d ask you about your book, and you’d answer with a smile, genuinely interested in talking to him. and he’d talk about his favorite songs, the ones that reminded him of late night drives, and you’d listen, truly listening, like you cared about his words.

and as the minutes passed, theodore started to realize that maybe this was the beginning of something. something good. something that wasn’t just a random coffee shop encounter.

and maybe that was exactly what he needed.

DAY 005.

the record shop was quiet, the sound of a guitar riff playing somewhere in the background. the smell of vinyl, old paper, and dust; a scent that somehow felt nostalgic, even if neither of you had ever been here before. with shelves lined with records from every genre, spanning decades of music history. the kind of spot where you could lose yourself for hours, flipping through rows of albums, and still discover something new.

you and theo had spent the last hour wandering the aisles, talking about everything. it was easy like that: being with him. there was no pressure, no expectation, no labels, just the two of you in your own little world, surrounded by music that both felt like home and yet like an exciting unknown.

he had been humming along to an old jazz record when he looked over at you, eyes bright with amusement. “you know,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “i think we’ve been here so long, i might just start buying a bunch of records i don’t even have the equipment to play.”

you laughed softly, shaking your head. “yeah, but look at this place. there’s something beautiful about it… you can’t leave without at least buying one.”

he grinned, turning to flip through another stack of vinyls. “well, if you insist, i guess i’ll have to get something… but only if you do the same.”

you shrugged casually, but inside you were already scanning the shelves, feeling a little giddy at the thought of picking out a record for yourself. you’d always loved the thought of vinyls; the crackling sound, the physicality of putting the needle down. and there was something about sharing this with theodore that made the experience even more special.

you continued to flip through the records, and then it happened. as your hand brushed past a familiar cover, you froze.

“the smiths!” you said at the same time theo did, both of you speaking in unison, as if your minds were completely in sync.

you were obsessed with the smiths, always playing their music around your tiny apartment whenever you decided to wake up early for breakfast or blast it while you took a shower, singing along like you were in a karaoke session. theodore shared the same love for the smiths. whenever it was his turn to play dj with his friends, no matter what they were doing, he'd crank up the smiths to full volume.

it was such a silly moment, both of you saying the same thing at the exact same time. you turned to him, eyes wide with surprise, and he matched your look, both of you suddenly aware of the perfect timing.

you quickly snatched the vinyl, and theodore thought you were about to say something, but instead, you just grabbed it and headed toward the front of the shop. the person behind the counter, a young guy who’d been listening to the two of you talk, smiled knowingly and immediately grabbed the record from your hand.

he didn’t even ask, just slid it onto the turntable and pressed play.

before either of you could say anything, the familiar sound of: ‘there is a light that never goes out’ began to fill the spot, the opening guitar riff sweeping through. you felt a jolt of excitement.

the planet felt tinier, just the two of you and this beautiful song. you couldn’t help yourself. a laugh bubbled up, and before you even knew what you were doing, you stepped forward and gave theodore a playful shove.

"come on! you have to dance with me now," you teased, holding out your hand for him to take. theodore stared at you like you'd just killed his cat. here? right here? in the middle of the shop?

theo hesitated for a split second, but the smile on your face was contagious. he grinned back at you, shrugging in mock defeat. “guess i don’t have much of a choice, do i?”

"nope, not at all." theo glanced at your outstretched hand, then immediately took it with his larger one. you both began swaying to the music, spinning lightly, completely unconcerned about looking a bit ridiculous in a nearly empty record shop.

there was no need for anything fancy, just two people, letting the music guide them. the way your fingers brushed together. the way your gazes held for a second longer than usual. the laughter between you was softer, but beneath it was a chemistry neither of you could deny.

he stepped a little closer, and you could feel the warmness of his body as the music swirled around you both. it was confidential in its plainness, the kind of familiarity that had nothing to do with anything physical, but everything to do with the way you fit together in that moment. the song seemed to go on forever, both of you lost in it, too focused on the way you seemed to mirror each other to care about anything else.

at one point, you twirled, and he spun you with ease, hands in the air for a second before you found your way back into his arms. you weren’t thinking about how silly it probably looked. you weren’t thinking about anything except the contact you shared. the way the music made everything feel so cinematic, as if this was the only moment that amounted to something. the only thing that existed was you, him, and this damn song.

when the song finally faded, you both slowed, standing there in a breathless silence, still holding on to each other as the last notes played out. theodore looked at you with an almost amused smile, a sparkle in his eyes that wasn’t there a moment ago.

“not bad,” he said, a little out of breath. not bad at all. he wasn’t out of breath from the dancing; it was more from the way you were moving so close to him.

you cheekily grinned back at him, unable to stop the goofy smile that spread across your face. “i think we might be a pretty good pair.”

“oh, definitely,” he replied.

the record continued to spin, both of you moved back toward the counter. neither of you had to say anything to confirm what was happening. the way he looked at you, the way you felt when you were near him, it was already there, clear as day.

“i think i’ll take this one,” you said, nodding toward the album that had started it all. theodore smiled, teeth and all. “yeah, me too.”

DAY 010.

“is that your boyfriend?” asked chloe, pointing to theodore with a drunken grin.

it was one of those small parties your friends always seemed to throw at their place; flickering lights, loud music, filled with the smell of alcoholic drinks and cheap cologne. people were laughing, talking, and dancing in the corner, but the energy felt more chaotic than fun. your friends had a way of getting a little too wild after a few too many drinks. you were standing by the little bar, quietly observing, hoping you could have a conversation without getting caught up in the madness.

theodore was next to you, sipping on his drink but barely making a dent in it. he’d been quiet all evening, leaning against the counter as you spoke to the others, but always close enough that you could feel the easy comfort between you two. it wasn’t like you had to try hard to make conversation with theo.

the music blasted, and you found yourself smiling at the way theodore seemed perfectly at ease despite the loudness. you were about to say something when one of your more outspoken friends, chloe, came up to you, clearly a little tipsy. she slurred a bit as she spoke, eyes moving between you and theodore.

you had blinked, momentarily thrown off guard by the question. you didn’t have a boyfriend, and definitely didn’t want to put any labels on what you and theodore had. it was… something, but not something you were prepared to define.

you shook your head, the corner of your lips pulling up into a small smile. “no. he’s not.”

she raised her eyebrows, eye drifting between you two, a smile tugging at her lips. “do you want him to be?”

you felt a slight knot form in your stomach. you glanced at theodore, who seemed to be distracted by the conversation happening across the party, looking more like an observer than someone caught in the middle of the conversation.

“no,” you said quickly, a little too quickly, before realizing the quickness of your words. “i don’t want a boyfriend.”

chloe squinted at you, clearly not satisfied with the answer, even though she was clearly a few drinks in. “why not? you two seem perfect together,” she hiccuped, not exactly trying to be subtle.

you diverted your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable under her questioning. you had always been the type to keep your emotions in check, never one to easily open up about what was really going on in your head. relationships were always a bit too complicated for you, something you avoided because of how messy they could get. but now, with her asking you directly, you had to find a way to explain it without sounding like you were dodging the truth.

you shrugged slightly, trying to keep your tone feather light, but the words came out harsher than you intended. “i just don’t want to be anyone’s girlfriend.”

ouch. that was a punch to the gut.

chloe burped, trying to process what you said. “what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice confused but still investigating. ugh, chloe and her nose that seem to be everywhere it shouldn't be. theodore turned slightly to face you. he gave you a small look, one that said he wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but he was still there. eyes meeting yours.

you felt your stomach twist uncomfortably. you’d never really explained it to anyone, not in this way. you didn’t like the idea of labels. you didn’t want the responsibility of being someone’s ‘other half’ or fitting into a predefined mold. you didn’t want to be something you had to define or protect.

“don’t know,” you muttered, looking down at your drink for a second, then back at chloe. “it’s just… i don’t want to be tied to someone. i don’t want to be anyone’s girlfriend, you know?” chloe didn’t seem entirely satisfied with that, but she shrugged, probably too drunk to press it further. she gave you a teasing grin, as if she was still convinced you were just playing hard to get. “well, if you change your mind, i’ll be waiting for the wedding invite.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to brush it off, but the conversation had left you feeling uneasy. you glanced at theodore, who had gone back to his previous position, quietly observing the party.

you didn’t want to complicate things. you didn’t want to risk anything between you and theodore: what you had was easy and you didn’t want to mess with that. he wasn’t asking for anything from you, and that was what made it different from everything else you’d experienced. but at the same time, the chemistry between you two was undeniable, and sometimes it felt like you were standing on the edge of something that could become more if you were willing to let it.

but not tonight.

“come on, let’s get out of here,” you said to theo, trying to change the subject. “this place is getting too crazy.”

he raised an eyebrow, a playful smile crossing his face. “escape while we can, huh?”

“mhm.” you nodded, relieved that he didn’t push the conversation further. you grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the door, ready to leave behind the noise and confusion. whatever was happening between you two, whatever it might become, you didn’t need to rush it. you just needed to take it one step at a time, and for once, that felt like enough.

DAY 020:

“delivery!” before you could even pull yourself from the comfort of your bed, the door creaked open, revealing theodore. his messy curls and the sleepy flash in his eyes made it clear that he had been up for hours, carefully planning something. in his hands, he was hiding something, a devilish spark dancing in his gaze.

“got you something,” he said softly. you squinted at him through the confusion of sleep, raising a bushy eyebrow. “what’s all this? you’re acting suspicious.”

he gave you that handsome grin of his, the one that could melt the hardest of hearts, and shook his head. “suspicious? me?” his tone was playful, but you could hear a softness beneath it, something that made you realize he was trying to hide his excitement.

just as you were about to ask him again, you heard it: a soft sound. a tiny, delicate mewl that tugged at your heart. your breath caught in your chest, and before you could even process it, theodore pulled his hands from behind his back and revealed the tiniest, fluffiest little kitten you had ever seen.

the little kitten in his hands was so cute, you honestly felt like you might burst right then and there. you’d dropped hints to theodore countless times about wanting a cat, but to actually see him holding one, this tiny, perfect ball of fur: it took your breath away.

he actually listened. holy shit.

your eyes enlarged. soft and white as snow, with wide, innocent eyes that blinked up at you like it was seeing the world for the first time. it was so small, its little paws barely making a sound on the edge of theodore’s hands. your heart flapped in your chest, as you couldn’t help but reach out with trembling fingers, just to confirm it was real.

he smiled, watching you with such affection in his eyes. “i know you wanted one,” he said quietly as he lowered the kitten into your lap. you gasped, hands instinctively catching it, cradling the tiny creature against your chest.

the kitten gave a soft meow, nuzzling into the warmth of your hands, its little nose twitching as it looked for comfort in your embrace. you looked up at theodore, overwhelmed by the sweetness.

“theo…” you breathed, voice dipped with so much emotion, trying to form words but finding them impossible.

he settled beside you on the bed, hand gently resting on your back, his touch grounding you. he watched you, eyes full of warmth, like he was seeing everything he had ever hoped for right before him.

“i wanted to give you something that you would love you,” he murmured softly. “something that would remind you every day how much you mean to me.”

you felt your heart swell, his words making everything else disappear. you looked down at the kitten, feeling the tiny pulse of life in your hands, and then back at theodore, your chest tight with something beautiful.

you couldn’t stop smiling. like the universe had conspired to give you this perfect moment, the kind of moment that felt like it belonged in a dream.

the little kitten blinked up at you, trusting you without question, you realized something.

you weren’t just holding a tiny life in your hands; you were holding something that would always remind you of theodore, his kindness, of the ways he showed you how much he cared.

regardless, you caught yourself thinking: why did he care? why was he so kind to you? so perfect? way too perfect.

the kitten nuzzled into your chest, curling up in the safest place it could find, you felt the most comforting warmth wrap around your heart. you didn’t need anything more. you had everything you needed right there, this little bundle in your lap.

DAY 035:

the first glare of sunrise had barely begun to color the sky with streaks of pink and orange, radiating a golden glow over everything. you stood beside theodore at the edge of the balcony, breath visible due to the cold air, but there was something comforting about the coolness. it felt like you were the only two people awake in the planet, in a place that existed just for the two of you.

theodore was calmer than usual, hand brushing lightly against yours as he motioned for you to follow him. his smile was small but full of excitement, a nervous energy you hadn’t seen from him before.

he led you toward the edge of the balcony, where the city stretched out below you, a breathtaking sight of towering, shimmering buildings, their sharp angles softened by the rising sun.

“this is it,” he said. his stare moved over the city, and you saw the way the light hit the buildings, releasing long shadows that made them seem even grander, more majestic. you couldn’t help but follow his gaze, taking in the stunning view, but what caught your attention wasn’t just the beauty of the city. it was the way theodore looked at it, as though this view, this moment, held more meaning than just the view itself.

“you’ve never seen the city like this, have you?” theo asked. you shook your head, feeling something stir in your chest. “no… it’s beautiful.” the words felt too small for the scene before you, but they were all you could manage.

theodore nodded, eyes not leaving the view. “it’s my favorite time of day. when everything feels new and everything’s beginning to settle down. the city feels like it’s just for you, like you’ve got the whole world at your feet.” he turned to face you then, his eyes full of that quiet passion you liked so much. “i wanted to share it with you.”

your heart skipped a beat.

you knew theodore well enough by now to understand that moments like these were rare for him, he didn’t often open up, didn’t often let others see the things he held closest to his heart. having that in mind, here he was, letting you into this piece of him. the view, the calm of the world at sunrise, the feeling of being completely alone with someone you cared for; it was all so intimate, so personal.

so… weird. in a good way.

right?

“you’re the only one i’ve ever shared this with,” he continued, stepping closer. the distance between you closed, his body enclosing as he looked down at you, gaze stable. you could see the defenselessness in his eyes, something he didn’t often let others see, but something that felt so raw.

you didn’t know how to feel.

“thank you,” you whispered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. you hadn’t realized how much this moment meant to you until that second.

you looked up at him, heart so confusingly full, overwhelmed by how deeply he had shared something so meaningful with you. and that’s when you saw it; the way his eyes softened just a little, the way his lips parted in a way that seemed almost hesitant.

so beautifully.

without another word, he leaned in. slowly, as though he were giving you every chance to pull away, but you didn’t. you didn’t want to.

the distant murmur of the city seemed to evaporate, the promise of a new day, all of it faded as you closed your eyes and felt his lips brush gently against yours.

it was soft, almost as if testing the waters at first, unsure but still confident enough to take the bait. you let yourself sink into the kiss, your pulse quickening as the warmth of his lips ignited something inside you.

it was a kiss of biting and tugging before your bottom lips and tongues entwine.

theodore chuckled into the messy kiss before he suddenly grabbed your jaw, pulling away to part his own lips. then angled your head, forcing your kiss to be deep with him; dominating.

when your top lip became trapped between the velvety softness of his lips, which had become perfectly plump from the passion, he started moving against you. wet, smacking sounds of lips parting and greedily reconnecting, each smack of the lips more binding and starved than the last.

with the sun rising behind you and the city sprawling, in his mind, it was just the two of you. and when you pulled away, just slightly, you could see the same wonder reflected in theodore’s eyes; the same surprise, the same sense of awe.

“… amazing you are,” he whispered, breath mixing with yours. his words all soft and sincere, making your chest explode with butterflies.

DAY 040:

“fuckin’ beautiful.” theodore leans in, rosy lips trailing sloppy, wet kisses along your neck and collarbone as he grips your hips tightly. he spins you around and presses you against the cold shower wall, one hand palming your breast roughly. his dick throbbing insistently between your ass cheeks.

theo's hand squeezes your breast firmly, fingers pinching your hard nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. you can feel his cock, all huge and hard, sliding between your ass cheeks, the head leaking pre cum that mixes with the water streaming down your body.

what began as an innocent shower together quickly transformed into something much more eager. as theodore gently lathered shampoo into your hair, your mind raced with desire, consumed by the urge to have him inside you.

the feeling of his hardness pressing against you only fueled your appetite, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

with your back turned to him, the cool tiles of the shower sent shivers down your chest, heightening your awareness of every touch. theodore's left hand pressed firmly against your lower back, while his other hand explored your body, fingers teasingly playing with your chest.

with a deep groan, nott reaches down and guides the head of his swollen dick to your drenched pussy, pushes forward, spreading your tender lips apart as he sinks inside you with a turtle type of speed; sooo slow, sooo deep.

your body trembles, legs parting instinctively to take him deeper. “my beautiful girl, all needy and shit.”

theodore lifts your left leg, hooking your ankle over the edge of the tub. this position opens you up even more, his cock hitting deeper spots inside you. “augh!” he starts moving his hips, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy with wet, mushy sounds.

“god, you’re perfect," theodore grits out, hips pushing forward, driving his big size deep inside you. the water makes your body glisten, little water droplets sliding down your stomach and inner thighs.

the feeling is indeed perfect. but the way you're soaking wet has its downsides. his dick keeps slipping out with loud, wet 'plop' sounds due to your extreme arousal. it's frustrating him, making him grunt in annoyance between thrusts.

theodore pulls out, ignoring your mewling protest, his cock soaking with your juices. without a word, he yanks open the tub curtain, lifting you off the ground. your legs instinctively wrapping around his muscular torso.

you didn’t say a word, you trusted him as much as you needed him.

as soon as your legs are securely wrapped around his waist, he steps out of the shower, his left foot hitting the soft carpet first, followed by his right. the plush carpet tickles the soles of his feet. you expect theodore to carry you to the bed or bend you over the sink, but as soon as his feet touch the carpet outside the tub, he suddenly sinks to his knees.

he didn't take a single step; rather, he gently lowered you onto the bathroom floor, the soft carpet grazing your back. your legs stayed wrapped around his waist as his hand moved between your thighs, fingers parting your folds.

"stop being a tease," you snap, frustrated by his slow torture. you use your leg wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, digging the heel of your foot into his lower back to urge him deeper. it works, as you feel him finally slide fully inside you, filling you completely.

on the carpet, theodore's movements become even more crude. he pulls out slowly, cock glistening with water droplets. then, he thrusts back in, hips grinding against yours. your perky tits jiggle due to impact, nipples puckered red from his earlier sucking.

he swells inside you with each slam of his hips, your walls gripping and releasing.

"ohhh, right there," you gasp, gripping his biceps tightly as he hits the spot that sends shockwaves through your body. "right here?" theodore asks, pulling out completely before sliding back inside you, thrusting forward to hit the sensitive area over and over again.

"yes! yesss, please right there…" you beg, your lips parting with each jab he hits your g-spot. the sexiest moans he's ever heard echo through the bathroom, making him grip your thighs tighter to pound into you harder.

with both hands braced against the floor on either side of your head, his fingertips brushing against the bathroom carpet, theodore dips his head down to capture your bottom lip between his teeth. he pulls it down gently before releasing it.

the carpet provided a steady surface, and oh, you felt every inch of him. his handsome face only heightened the pleasure — this man was incredibly sexy. you didn’t want this to end, not yet, but you were so close: closer than you’d ever been. you couldn’t help yourself. god, you couldn’t help a single fucking thing.

theodore can feel your orgasm by the way you grasp the back of his head, pulling him against your chest as your legs tighten around him. he starts to pound into you harder, hitting the spot rougher and making you a mess. "wanna feel it all over me,"

you let go, hot and warm juices coating his dick as he jolts inside you. this causes him to thrust even deeper, the bulge in your stomach becoming more prominent. "holy shit," he groans, the sight and feel of you sending him over the edge as well.

"mhmmm," he breathes out heavily, feeling his release coming. swiftly pulling out just in time, theodore moves up your body until your mouth is perfectly aligned with his twitching cock. "open up," he rasps, watching as his red, swollen head pulsates dangerously close to your lips.

you could barely catch your breath after your orgasm, yet you obeyed, chest rising and falling, but you still listened.

"eat my fuckin’ kids," he snarls, pinching the tip of his dick slightly before releasing hot streams of cum into your mouth. you obediently swallow it down, your throat working to gulp it all down as he watches with heavy eyes.

DAY 055:

it started with a simple, “come with me,” as theodore tugged you outside in the middle of the night. wrapped in blankets, the two of you lay on the grass, staring up at the sky.

“you see that one?” he murmured, pointing at a bright star. “that one’s yours.”

you turned your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “mine?”

he smirked. “yeah. named it after you.” you snorted. “you can’t just name a star.” theodore had this gorgeous beauty mark right on his cheekbone, and you adored it. it made him look even more stunning, his face so perfectly beautiful.

“says who?” he turned his head to meet your gaze, eyes shining in the gloss of the moonlight. “it’s yours. and every time you look up at it, i want you to remember that someone out there thinks you’re just as bright.”

he was so perfect: so kind, so genuine, good in every way, inside and out. it made you wonder what you had done to deserve him, to deserve his presence, his time, and the quiet way he made the world feel softer just by being in it.

it also made you wonder why he felt too good for you. how he could be everything while you felt like nothing in comparison. the thought drowned you, a pang settling in your chest as theodore spoke, but his words blurred into nothing more than muffled noise.

did he really like you, or was it all just a performance? and if it was, how was he so convincing? but if it wasn’t: if every word, every glance, every touch was real — then how was he so naturally good at making people feel special, at knowing exactly what to say, exactly how to make someone feel good?

your heart did an embarrassing flip. you weren’t sure if it was from his kind words or the odd feeling stirring inside you: something new, something unsettling. either way, it made you shift slightly to your right, just enough to put a little more space between you and theodore, as if distance could quiet the flutter in your chest.

DAY 062:

theo had a bad habit of leaving his hoodies at your place, and you had a worse habit of stealing them. one beautiful day, he walked in to find you curled up on the couch in his sweatshirt, the sleeves swallowing your hands.

he wasn't mad. in fact, he found you incredibly sexy in his hoodie. the dark green brought out your curves, making him want to bend you over the kitchen counter. rather than, he crosses his arms against the doorway, "s’that my hoodie?" he asks.

your lovely face stretched into a small smile as you peeked up at him innocently. “no.” he laughed, walking over and tugging at the sleeve. “really? looks suspiciously like the one i lost last week.”

you remembered it vividly, actually. it was after the two of you had showered together: not the kind where he stopped midway just to fuck you on the carpet, but a simple, normal shower; where there was nothing sexual. just him gently massaging shampoo into your hair while you wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close as the warm water dripped around you both. “finders keepers.”

he contracted his eyes before flopping onto the couch beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “fine,” he sighed. “but if you keep stealing my clothes, i might have to start stealing yours.”

you chuckled. “i’d pay to see you in my clothes.” and that’s exactly how, the very next day, you walked in on theodore lounging in one of your oversized pink sweaters, a smug grin on his face.

you laughed so fucking hard you nearly lost your balance, doubling over before launching yourself at him. with tickles, you tried to get your revenge, giggling uncontrollably until he turned the tables, grabbing you and attacking with a burst of kisses all over your face, leaving you breathless between your laughter.

for days on end, everything felt perfect. doubts would creep in occasionally, but they always disappeared the moment theodore got lost in you — and you in him.

it was fun. the two of you would hang out every day, visit different shops just to be near each other, and even go out to eat or simply stroll around hand in hand. you'd always get him to pose for a picture with your polaroid camera, the kind that prints photos on the spot. one time, at the beach during sunset, you asked a stranger to take a picture of you both kissing.

when you wanted to have fun at bars, you'd let loose, getting completely drunk and dancing without a care whenever a song played.

on other days, he only focused on giving you bliss, consuming you completely and making you feel every inch of him. whether pressed against the shower wall, at the edge of the bed, on the carpet, or even in the dresser. it didn't matter to him; all he cared about was having you wrap your legs around his waist and feeling himself within you.

but then, on day three hundred and five, something changed. the warmth stayed, but the space between you began to pull, unnoticeable at first, until the distance became impossible to ignore.

DAY 310:

theodore noticed it before you even realized what you were doing. the way your texts became shorter, the way your laughter didn’t come as easily, how you leaned away when he tried to pull you closer. it was fine at first, but now, it was questionable.

tonight, he had invited you over, hoping to shake the strange distance that had settled between you. he had picked up your favorite snacks, queued up a movie you once swore was ‘the only thing that could make a bad day better.’

but nothing worked.

you sat curled up at the far end of the couch, staring at your phone instead of the screen. your responses were dry, your smiles small, and every time he tried to meet your gaze, you looked away.

“you know, if i didn’t know any better,” theo started, a teasing lilt in his voice, “i’d think you were getting bored of me.” theo never really knew how to confront someone he cared about and tell them how their actions were making him feel. he hated confrontation, so the only way he felt he could address it was through humor.

you barely reacted, just hummed vaguely. nails tapping sharply against your phone screen.

his smirk faltered. “right, i get it, you’re too cool for me now,” he tried again, nudging your foot lightly with his own. “have i been replaced? do i need to fight someone for my spot?”

“not in the mood, theo,” you muttered, still not looking up. lately, you never seemed to be in the mood, which felt weird to him. you'd never been overly affectionate, but you always showed interest when he spoke. now, it was as if you were there, but not really present.

the playfulness in his eyes dimmed, but he pushed forward. “tell me what’s going on, then. you’ve been—” he hesitated, choosing his words carefully. as much as he wanted to understand what was going on, he didn't want to make you angry. he knew a conversation wouldn’t get anywhere if one person was upset. “different. distant.”

“nothing’s going on,” you said too quickly.

“right.” he leaned back on the couch, folding his arms. “so you just suddenly decided to stop talking to me like a normal person for no reason?”

you sighed, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes. you didn’t want to do this. you didn’t want to explain the mess in your head, how everything felt overwhelming, how you could feel yourself pulling away and didn’t know how to stop it. how it was easier to create distance than risk needing him too much.

“i just have a lot on my mind,” you said finally. “and you couldn’t tell me that?” his voice was gentler now, but there was a thread of frustration beneath it.

“it’s not a big deal.”

“it is a big deal if it’s making you act like this.” he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “i don’t get it. i’m here, i’m trying, and it feels like you’re just — pushing me away.”

you weren't sure what to say. it wasn't that you didn’t want to talk; you simply wanted to enjoy a movie in silence, with the occasional glance at your phone. you hadn't come here for a conversation, otherwise, you wouldn't have come at all.

you did what you do best, got up and said, "i'll be back." this was what you did; walk away when real emotions start to arise — so good at giving him nothing.

DAY 335:

“m’sorry, m’sorry,” you murmured as theodore lay behind you, spooning you tightly. one hand gripped the pillow beneath your head while the other rested on your hip, moving in and out of you. the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming, making apologies spill from your lips, remembering the way you had treated him.

“i accept it—mhm... i’ll always fuckin’ accept it,” theodore whispered into your ear. lying on your side, you couldn't align your lips with his, so you settled for biting your bottom lip as he left fat, dark hickeys all over you, while your wet walls embraced him.

your back arched off of his chest as you let out a low squeal. although the sound felt both loud and embarrassing, you buried your face in the pillow. no matter how you felt, theodore always knew how to make you feel incredible. like that distant itch finally being scratched, bringing you a sensation that felt nothing short of heavenly.

even as he slipped his hand into your hair and pulled gently, the slight pain at your scalp was pleasurable. “so good, so fucking good…” you felt embarrassed by how loud you were, but you couldn't help it. amidst the overwhelming thoughts swirling in your mind, this was a different kind of release. a much-needed stress relief.

you both didn't even bother to fully undress; your shorts and underwear were bunched down to your knees, your bra unclasped, while your shirt was twisted up to your collarbones.

“mm... faster,” you gasped, even though theodore was already thrusting at a fast pace. but this was finally pulling you away from the chaos in your mind. utterly lost in the feeling, theodore complies, willing to do anything for you. he gives it his all; everything he has. “take it, take it, take it,” he urges.

DAY 340:

theodore’s excitement was noticeable from the moment you stepped into the vinyl shop. the bell above the door jingled, announcing your arrival, and he strode in like he owned the place, like he had been waiting all day for this. blue eyes excitedly darting from shelf to shelf, fingers wriggling with the need to sift through the collection.

“i’ve been meaning to bring you back here,” he said, a grin playing at the edges of his lips as he ran his hands along the spines of stacked records. “there’s so much i didn’t get to show you last time.”

you didn’t respond. you barely even looked at him. your arms remained crossed, your expression neutral. your shoulders were squared, posture stiff. that was the difference between you and theodore — he practically bounced on his feet with enthusiasm.

“oh! you have to see this one.” theo grabbed a record off the shelf and turned to you, holding it out like some grand discovery. the cover was a faded blue with worn edges, an old jazz album that you might’ve cared about once. his eyes flashed with excitement, waiting for your reaction.

you glanced at it for half a second before replying, “cool. y’should get it.”

his grin faltered, just slightly, before he covered it up with a forced chuckle. “okay, maybe not your style, but wait, what about this?” he reached for another one, something more in line with your usual taste. he flipped the cover over, tapping the tracklist like he was revealing some hidden jewel.

you met his gaze. “it’s fine.”

silence hung between you for a second too long. he blinked, clearly waiting for more — some indication that you were even remotely interested, that you were happy to be here with him. but you weren’t going to give him that.

he exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a soft laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “okay, tough crowd today.” he moved down the aisle, pretending like he wasn’t rattled. “oh, now this, this is one of my favorites.” he plucked another vinyl from the shelf, turning toward you with that same boyish excitement that should’ve made your chest tighten. “i swear, if you actually listen to this one, you’d—”

“i don’t need the sales pitch, theodore.” your voice was bland, cutting through his eagerness. his smile disappeared completely this time. “i’m just trying to share something with you.”

you let out a slow breath, keeping your expression impassive. “and i’m just here to get what i came for. that’s it.”

he looked at you then. the way your lips pressed into a thin line, the way your arms stayed crossed like a barrier between you both, the way your eyes didn’t hold the warmth they used to.

“right,” he muttered. he put the vinyl back on the shelf a little too carefully, like he suddenly had no idea what to do with his hands. you turned away from him, moving towards the counter to find what you actually came for. behind you, you could hear him shift his weight, debating whether to keep trying or to just let it be.

DAY 370:

theodore thought you brought him here to fix things. it was written all over his face; the slight hope in his eyes, the way his hands fidgeted with his coffee cup, like he truly believed this conversation would bring you both back to where you used to be. but as you sat across from him, staring at the swirling foam in your untouched drink, you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

you took a breath and said it. “i think we should stop seeing each other.”

the change in his expression was instant. you hesitated to look up, knowing that eye contact had never been your strong suit. you were certain that meeting his gaze would only make everything feel worse.

his fingers tightened around his cup, body stiffening like he’d just been blindsided. “what?”

you swallowed hard but kept your voice steady. “this thing we’re doing… it’s not normal.” it’s not. and it’s been chewing at you, consuming your thoughts for so long. you liked liking theodore, enjoying his presence, talking to him. but you hated when he started acting like a boyfriend instead of a friend. you noticed the jealousy in his eyes when other men talked to you, the way he’d get upset when you mentioned other friends, and how he’d always want to know where you were when you weren’t with him. but you don’t have the right to feel this way, because you’re the one who’s been leading him on: kissing him, touching him, being way too damn intimate. you just want it all to stop.

theodore let out a short, disbelieving laugh. in no way, shape, or form did he find this conversation funny, but as usual, he couldn’t take anything seriously. he always had to brush it off with a joke. “since when do you care about what’s normal?”

“i just…” you exhaled. “i think we’re forcing something that isn’t working.”

his brows furrowed. “that’s not true.”

you sighed, rubbing your temple. you hated that phrase. every time someone says, ‘that's not true,’ while you're expressing your feelings, it blows your mind. who do they think they are, deciding that what you feel isn’t how you feel? “theo—”

“no,” he cut you off, leaning forward. “yeah, we argue, but that doesn’t mean we’re not good together. we fight because we care. that’s what people do when they give a fuck.”

"that's exactly what i don’t want! look at us, arguing because we care! look at everyone staring at us like we’re crazy just because we care!" you shook your head, your voice lowering. "it shouldn’t be this hard all the time."

“it’s only hard because you make it hard,” he shot back. “you pull away, you shut me out, and then you tell me we don’t work. how the fuck is that fair?”

you looked down, your throat tightening. “i’m just trying to be honest.” the last thing you wanted was for frustrated tears to spill from your eyes: that’s the absolute last thing you needed, especially with people watching.

“honest?” he scoffed. “or just looking for another excuse to run?” run. you always ran when things got too complicated, when feelings you despised started to settle in your chest, tightening your throat as if it were closing in around you, threatening to suffocate you. you hated it. you hated it. you hated it.

before you could respond, a barista hesitantly stepped up to the table. “um… would you like anything else?”

theodore let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. the chair he had been sitting in creaked loudly as he stood up, drawing even more attention as people turned to look. the lady's eyes widened as theo brushed past her.

you couldn’t let him leave, not without a proper goodbye. your chest clenched. “theodore, don’t go. you’re still my best friend!” you blurted out, desperation slipping into your voice. his lips parted, for the smallest moment. then, jaw clenched, he shook his head slightly and walked away, leaving you sitting there.

theodore wasn’t the same after that night. it was like something inside him had been ripped out, leaving behind a hollowed out version. the change wasn’t instant, it crept in slowly, as if it were bleeding; staining everything in its path.

at first, they believed he’d snap out of it. mattheo, draco, pansy, blaise, and lorenzo each tried in their own way to pull him out from whatever had settled over him. mattheo cracked even more stupid jokes than usual, draping an arm around theo’s shoulders and dragging him into conversations he clearly didn’t want to be part of. draco would do something ridiculous, like tickling his foot, just to get some kind of reaction (which resulted in a foot to the face a moment later). pansy made excuses for his behavior when others asked why he seemed so distant, why he was never around anymore. blaise and lorenzo brought him drinks, snuck him out to parties, and even placed bets on how long it would take before he’d start acting like himself again.

but none of it worked. theodore was a ghost in his own skin. he barely spoke unless he had to, barely ate unless someone reminded him. his usual charisma now felt forced. the man who had once carried himself with such cool confidence now looked like he was constantly on the verge of collapse, as if his thoughts were too heavy to carry; like having just finished a brutal workout and still being expected to run a marathon.

theo never thought the saying “life’s only worth living if someone’s loving you” could be so painfully true. but was it really love?

no. someone who truly loved him wouldn’t drag him along for so long just to throw him away like trash, while you act as the waste collector.

it didn’t take much to set him off: one wrong look, one thoughtless comment, one whisper that he misinterpreted. one second he’d be silent, and the next, he’d be lunging at some poor bastard, his temper burning through his veins like wildfire. there was one thing about wildfires: you either extinguish them carefully or let them spread. and your absence made the fire grow, until everything theodore touched felt like it was burning in his hands.

mattheo had to intervene when theo nearly broke someone’s nose at work because they had laughed a little too loudly at something he mistook for mockery. even blaise, the most patient of them all, ended up in a screaming match with him one night after telling him to “get over it.”

“you think i want to be like this?” theodore had snapped harshly. “you think i wake up every fucking morning and choose to feel like this?”

enzo was the only one who never pushed too hard. instead, he sat beside theodore when he needed it, offering quiet companionship rather than empty reassurances. but even enzo, as patient as he was, couldn’t bring back the light in theodore’s eyes.

nott thought this heartbroken feeling would only last a few days, maybe a few weeks. you never even dated, so surely, sure-fucking-ly, it wouldn’t hurt for this long.

130 days.

130 days of waking up to the same crushing emptiness, of drowning in memories he didn’t know how to escape.

130 days of avoiding certain places, certain people, because even the smallest reminder felt like a knife in his ribs.

130 days of pretending it didn’t hurt. and on day 500, he realized what he felt was certain: how he truly felt about you was final.

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THEODORE HATES the way your presence makes him feel, even when you're not around. like the scent of coconut on his sheets; he hates being reminded of you, of how you’d sleep in his bed, make him feel good, make him feel like he mattered. he's consumed by how your eyes hold an entire forest, pulling him in and leaving him lost. that’s what you do, isn’t it? you make him lose himself, hoping he could somehow find his way out.

he hates the way your lips curl around his name, filled with lies, how effortlessly you fed him one lie after another. he hates the softness of your voice when it’s just the two of you, knowing it meant nothing, friends don’t speak to each other like that.

he hates the way you touched him, how he can still feel your soft kisses on his neck, your moans muffled against his skin. he hates how your fingers would trace the back of his ear when you thought he wasn’t paying attention, because now, every time he remembers it, he flinches away.

god, he hates you. he hates you so much. he really fucking hates you.

[jenoslutie]

bad idea, right? l l.dh

❥ Synopsis: You swear you've moved on, you swear you're happy in your relationship. But why is Donghyuck still on your mind? and why are you in his bed again

❥ Genre: Ex FWB!Donghyuck, Bf!Jeno, angst, smut, ??? with benefits au, she is toxic.

❥ Warnings: disloyalty, blackmailing, suggestive but no actual smut, just a whole lot of shitty behaviour from mc, even more implications to recording during sex jeno x reader, haechan x reader. not a happy ending.

❥ Word count: 3.8K

❥ a/n: hellooo angels <3 so uh, this is part 2 of is it casual!!! i KNOW this is not what u guys wanted but i fear this is how the story went!!! as always, feedback is much appreciated :P !! also THANK U TO @be-my-sunrise and @hanniesbrat for letting me yap to you guys about this odd ass fic LMAO

You hated the fact your boyfriend was roommates with the man that ruined you. You hated walking into your boyfriend’s apartment and seeing his face there, staring back at you as if nothing ever happened. You hated having sex with your boyfriend knowing he could come home at any time and hear you. You hated the fact that he still thought that your boyfriend was your friend and treated him like one. 

Jeno, your boyfriend, has been nothing but the best to you. He comforted you through all the late nights you wanted to spend crying, he held you through every moment you spent crying over that fucker until you realized how much you really like him. No man has ever treated you the way Jeno has. No love has ever compared to the love Jeno has given you and you wouldn't trade it for the word. 

“Jeno, I really don’t want to see him, can you just come over instead?” 

That’s how alot of your nights went, 

baby <3: donghyuck told me i need to move out baby <3: he fucking sucks  baby <3: he said i need to break up with u or leave because he can't stand seeing u around 

you: what the actual fuck  you: i'm so sorry  you: he actually sucks so bad  you: you’re welcome to move in with me in the meantime  you: or however long u want you: i'm so sorry for dragging u into this mess jen you: seriously 

baby <3: it’s not your fault baby  baby <3: we’re in this together. 

“You packing up your shit or what, loverboy?” Donghyuck smirked, leaning against Jeno’s door frame. 

“Use your eyes, Donghyuck.” Jeno scoffed, not sparing him a glance. He continued to pack his stuff into his boxes. 

“Oh, don’t forget to pack your girlfriend’s clothes! In Fact, I might have some in my room too, you want me to bring them to you?” 

“Fuck off, Donghyuck.” 

One thing you know for sure is Donghyuck fucking sucks. If he didn’t make that clear the first time around. You’d say you wish the worst upon him. However, some nights, you get deep in your thoughts and thoughts about your relationship with Donghyuck and you miss it. But one thing never changed, you always had Jeno by your side, every time, without fail. 

“Jeno, what if I never met you?” 

“Where’s this coming from?” He chuckled, pulling you in closer and kissing your head for reassurance. “I’m sure i’d find you one way or another, you're my person” 

It was little things like this that made you fall for him. You truly believe Jeno was the one for you. No one treated you half as good as he did. 

“I never want to leave you, angel. You’re mine forever” You smiled, cuddling closer to Jeno, you smiled to yourself when his scent hit you. He smelled heavenly, like he always did, the same comfort and warmth that drew you into him in the first place making you desire him even more today. 

unknown: hey unknown: i'm sure you know who this is unknown: we need to talk unknown: don’t tell jeno. 

Your heart sank. Donghyuck? It can’t be. 

you: who is this? 

unknown: [attachment: 1 video]  unknown: remember me? 

Your jaw dropped, clicking on the video to see you bent over the sink in a bathroom you could never forget, ever. Your hair a mess, you're deliriously calling yourself ‘his forever’. You fucking hated that he had anything to black mail you with such as this. You hated yourself for giving him that type of power. 

you: donghyuck. you: we have nothing to say to each other  you: dont try to contact me again

unknown: you’d be fine with me sending this to your boyfriend though, right?

Immediately, you called him. He was sick in the head and only got more and more out of hand. 

“Donghyuck, you’re not fucking funny” you spat, venom laced in every word

“Funny? Babe, who said I was trying to be funny?” He chuckled “I’m serious, did you forget your little boyfriend lives right next door?” 

You heard him knock on the wall, screaming out your boyfriend’s name.  “Jeno!” 

“Shut the fuck up!” A faint voice in the back. 

“Fuck off, Donghyuck.” And with that you hung up, falling back onto your bed with a sigh. 

“Jeno stop! They’ll hear us” You giggled, lightly pushing Jeno’s head away from his spot in between your legs. He’d been trying to get you worked up through your clothes the whole time youve been over at his apartment. This was the last week of him living here before he officially moves in with you and you both were ecstatic. Last week you’d have to see his face, last week you’d have to be in constant fear that he’ll overhear you and Jeno having sex and last week you’d have to even think about him.  

“We’re alone, baby” he pinned your arms down with one hand. “Let me eat you out baby, promise you’ll be good?” You gave in, nodding at the promise of Jenos mouth on you. 

“I’ll be good.” 

Jeno was talented with his tongue. His technique was unlike any other. He knew how to have you arching into his touch, begging for more, cumming within seconds. You’d describe him as a walking sex god. His way of having you craving more was unmatched. And you don’t think you’ve ever had anyone quite like that before. Not even Donghyuck. 

“Stop thinking about that fucker” Your boyfriend frowned, he could read you like a book and you genuinely dont know how he does it “He doesnt matter right now, it’s just you and me baby” 

‘I love you, Jeno” 

“I love you more than you can imagine, baby” 

He kissed you hard, taking your mind off anything you’d been thinking of before. All you could think of Jeno’s mouth on yours, kissing you with everything he had. Within a moment, Jeno had you undressed, laying under him in all your naked glory. Smiling your love drunk smile at him. Jeno trailed kisses down your body, all the way down to your pussy. 

“Jeno?” you called out, looking down at him with big, innocent eyes. 

“Yes, baby?” he smiled at you sweetly, starting to trail his tongue along your slit, “Pretty, pretty pussy” he mumbled under his breath. 

“Please fuck me already, I cant wait anymore. I need you in me” You pleaded, knowing your boyfriend would do anything but deny you anything.  

“God, I love you. Anything for you baby” He took no time before hovering over you again, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. “My angel, all mine.” 

“She’s yours?” A voice suddenly interrupted you, a voice that was all too familiar. Jeno’s body hurriedly covered yours, protecting you from the eyes of the intruder. 

“Donghyuck, get the fuck out” Jeno spat. 

“No, If i remember correctly, she’s mine” 

“I was never yours,” You countered, pulling Jeno onto you closer. 

“Oh yeah? You want me to show you the video? As far as i know, your little boyfriend here still hasn’t seen it” 

You felt Jeno freeze, “What video?” Jeno asked you, looking at you with nothing but confusion in his eyes. 

Donghyuck kissed his teeth, “Oh, guess I shouldn't have brought that up right now. right, Y/N?” 

“Donghyuck, just get the fuck out.” 

Jeno pulled away from you as soon as Donghyuck left. 

“What video?” He repeated, looking into your eyes with the same hurt that you once looked into his with.  “Donghyuck recorded a video of us the last time we fucked, it was at his parents house on christmas, remember? Well, basically in the video he made me say I’m his forever. And he wont stop blackmailing me with it” 

Jeno sighed. “He's blackmailing you?”  

“Yeah, look.” you reached for your phone to find the messages Donghyuck had sent you the other day. You looked away from Jeno, feeling ashamed from the whole situation. Donghyuck apparently lived to humiliate you, never letting you catch a break from his antics. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” He hugged you, pulling your naked body against his own. “You could’ve told me sooner, I could’ve dealt with him myself” Tears were threatening to slip from your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by Jeno’s loving words and Donghyuck’s bullshit. 

“But i couldn’t, Jeno” Full on sobbing now, you let the tears fall freely down your cheeks. “I was too scared, he’s insane Jeno” Jeno just hummed, rubbing your back reassuringly. 

“You’re not mad?” You asked 

“It’s not fair of me to be mad, this happened before we were dating, it’s not fair for me to hold that against you.” He smiled, pulling away to look at your red, puffy, tear stained face. “My baby. Not his, I promise I’ll get us out of here as soon as i can” 

donghyuck: i heard u and ur little bf were on a break  donghyuck: i think i have some ways to make your break worthwhile babe

you: i'm not your babe. donghyuck.  you: plus, you’re the reason we’re on break in the first place. you: dont contact me again, please. 

donghyuck: you know you miss me y/n.  donghyuck: don’t you miss the way i made you go crazy?  donghyuck: remember the time in my car? after i caught you kissing that fucking loser chenle? donghyuck: you were on me like you needed me to breathe. you can’t even deny it.  donghyuck: now open the door baby, i’m outside. 

You were quick to open the front door, seeing Donghyuck standing infront of you with that stupid fucking smirk on his face. He knew that was your weakness. He knew he was your weakness. 

“Miss me?” You hated his cocky tone. You hated that you actually opened the door for him. You hated that you actually did miss him. He let out a chuckle at your silence, he knew how to read you like none other. Not even Jeno. 

“C’mon, let me in. You know you want to” You hated yourself for actually stepping aside and allowing him into your house, into your safe space. Memories of the endless nights you spent crying over him in the safety of your own house all blurry. 

“H-Hyuck..”

 “Oh? We’re back to Hyuck now?” 

“Is it bad that I want you to kiss me right now?” Your words were hushed but loud enough for him. 

“Yeah?” You nodded, looking down at your feet, too scared to look at him. “Why don’t you beg for it? Since you like to do that a whole lot hmm?” He smiled when he heard you whimper, inching closer to you slowly until he was close enough to wrap his arms around you. 

“Are you gonna beg or are you gonna make me wait longer?” Immediately, a sob left your lips “Hyuck, please kiss me. I missed your lips on mine so much” 

And without another word, his lips were pressing onto yours with the same intensity you craved, the same intensity that once drew you into him. You swear you almost fell for him again when he cups your face, tilting your head up and deepening the kiss. He began walking, lips still on yours forcing you to walk backwards blindly until suddenly you were falling back onto your couch where he followed suit. 

You pulled away, admiring the honey skinned man above you with a small smile. “I missed this” A soft smile mirrored the one adorning your face. 

“I missed you like crazy, no other girl compared to you”

“Why’d it take you so long to realize?” He paused, staring at you blankly. 

“Just– took me a minute..” with a sigh, he leaned down and kissed you again, trailing his hands under your shirt. Grazing your warm skin with his cold hands, sending chills through your body. 

“You gonna let me fuck you? Remind you how I'm so much better than your little boyfriend?” 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” 

“Oh? Last time I checked you were smitten over that guy” 

You hated where this conversation was going so you tried your best to change the topic, “You’re the one about to fuck me right now no?” 

“Shut u–” He was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. 

Jeno. 

Jeno has given you space for almost a month now. Only sending you messages to check in on you occasionally. All to which you replied positively, ensuring him that you’ll be ready to get back with him soon. In reality though, you were nowhere near getting back with Jeno. You spent nearly every night of the past month in Donghyuck’s bed, either cuddled into him or you under him. Something about the way Donghyuck made you feel was unmatched and you’ll never get sick of saying that. 

You stepped into Donghyuck’s kitchen early in the morning, seeing him in just a pair of grey sweatpants with his back turned towards you. It didn’t take long for the waft of the pancakes he’d been cooking up to reach you. 

You gawked, “You’re making breakfast?” He turned to you, an unimpressed look on his face (though you could see him fighting a smile.) “Does that surprise you?” and you fought the urge to affirm that it does truly surprise you to see him doing something nice for you. 

Instead, you hummed, “No, not really.” With a small smile on your lips, you walked up to Donghyuck who had switched his attention back to the pancakes he had cooking on the stove, wrapping your arms around his bare torso. His skin was soft and warm under your touch. 

“Good morning, angel” He hummed, placing a hand over yours. The two of you swayed in a comfortable silence. This is how times with Donghyuck usually went, quiet and calm until he was suddenly kissing up on you, feeling up on you or begging to be inside you. 

“You wanna sit and wait at the table for me?” You chirped a “sure” and detached from him, making your way over to the dining table, sitting down on your favourite chair. 

baby <3: good morning angel baby <3: can i see you today?  baby <3: i miss you, wanna hear your voice so bad :( 

you: of course you can :)  you: actually, let me just call you right now. you can still come over later tho :P 

It didn't take long for an incoming call from Jeno to come through.  

“Good morning angel” You could hear his smile through the phone. A smile creeping up on your own face just from picturing the beautiful smile adorning his face. “Good morning, handsome” He chuckled, “You sleep well?” 

“You could say that..” You trailed off, thinking of the way you were cuddled into Hyuck last night, the warmth of his body keeping your own body warm. You slept better than you have in a while. 

“I miss sleeping with you” Jeno admits, the pout in his voice too obvious. You frowned, feeling the guilt take over you. 

“You can stay the night tonight if you want” You lowered your voice, hoping Hyuck wouldn’t hear all the way in the kitchen. 

“Oh, no, I still want to give you space! I think i’d be impeding a little if I were to stay the night” 

“I don't think so, you’re welcome to stay” 

You heard him sigh in relief, “Okay then, I’ll come by in a bit.” 

“See you soon, angel.” 

You bid your farewells and that's when you noticed Hyuck walking into the room. “Who was that?” He questioned, setting the two plates of pancakes down. You broke eye contact with him, focusing your  attention onto the pancakes in front of you. 

“I asked you something, you know?” 

“It was Jeno.” 

He hummed, wordlessly digging into his own plate of pancakes. You felt so guilty. This isn’t where you belonged. You belong next to Jeno, in his arms, under him, near him. You belong with Jeno. Someone who treats you like a proper human. But you found yourself running back to Donghyuck and you hated it. Worst part of it all? Donghyuck didn’t even know you and Jeno aren’t officially broken up. You’d been too scared to tell him, too scared of the possibility of losing Donghyuck in your life. So you’d decide it’s best if he doesn’t know your relationship with Jeno. It’s not even like it matters, right?

“What the actual fuck” Jeno gawked, looking down on his phone screen. He’d originally planned for today to be a rest day after the hell of a day he had at work yesterday but his peace was disrupted when suddenly he got a text from his ex roommate. 

donghyuck: hey jeno  donghyuck: its me donghyuck donghyuck: i know you might hate me right now but you might wanna see this.  donghyuck: [attachment: 1 video]  donghyuck: before you come for me, i had no clue you guys weren’t officially broken up at the time of this  donghyuck: im sorry jeno. 

Attached was a video of a girl, naked body on all fours as the person behind the camera (presumingly Donghyuck) pounded into her from behind. The problem? The problem was the girl had the same hair as you, the same body, the same everything as you. Even that little tattoo on your shoulder that read “delicate” in a beautiful cursive font that Jeno had helped pick out. Everything was you. 

jeno: donghyuck.  jeno: thanks for this… i genuinely can't believe it. 

Within a heartbeat, Jeno was pulling up your contact. 

baby <3: hi angel  baby <3: can i come over? i left my hoodie at ur house and i need it

you: sureeee thing!  you: let me know when ur abt to reach <3 

Jeno, furious, hurriedly grabbed his keys and got in his car. He thought after what you’d been through, you’d know how it feels to get your heartbroken like this. He’d expected you of all people to be better than this but no, you had to be the absolute worst of them all. He thought maybe you of all people would keep his heart safe but no, you clearly gave no fucks about him or his heart. 

He managed to calm down by the time he got to your apartment. Breathing in and out before ringing the doorbell. 

“Hi Jen!” You chirped, allowing him in. You were wearing an oversized shirt that exposed your newly tattooed shoulder. The same tattoo that was visible in the video. Jeno’s heart sank the more he looked at you. The girl he once gave his heart, his love, his everything to, is the one who he’s currently dreading speaking to. In other words, he hates you right now. Hate was one word he would’ve never imagined using with you. 

“You okay, love?” you frowned, wrapping your arms around him tightly, pulling him close into you. He hated the innocent look on your face as you peered up into his own. He had a soulless look in his eyes. “I’m fine,” He forced a tight lipped smile, peeling your arms off him. “I’m gonna– uh, grab my clothes.” 

You watched as he walked into your room and went straight for your closet, rummaging through to find his hoodie. 

“Jeno” You started, walking into the room behind him. “What’s wrong? Talk to me baby,” 

Jeno sneered, turning around to look at you with narrowed eyes. “What's wrong Y/N?” His voice raised, he wasn't yelling but it was clear that he was upset. “What’s wrong is while I gave you space to figure out your shit with Donghyuck, you went out and were fucking him. While continuing to lead me on. Isn’t that wrong, Y/N? Don’t you think I deserve any loyalty? Any love in return? While I sat here, impatiently waiting for you to come back to me, you were taking advantage of it and fucking the reason we were on break. Don’t you remember how we met in the first place? All those nights I spent being a shoulder for you to cry on, being there for you every step of the way. Don’t you think I deserve anything?” The hurt in his eyes was more than evident. You looked dumbfounded, eyes wide in shock as you stood frozen. 

“Jeno–” You cut yourself off, at a loss for words. Sighing in defeat, you gave him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I felt so incredibly guilty everytime, but something in me just couldn't stop. I hate myself for doing it and you deserve to hate me for it too but I’m so sorry.” 

“I loved you, Y/N. How do you think it feels when your girlfriend’s ex fling– or whatever he was, texts you randomly, telling you that your girlfriend had been fucking him the whole time you’d been on break? It’s not a great feeling, I’ll tell you that. Oh, and having to see a video of it? Even worse. I’m sorry Y/N but I don’t deserve this. I gave you my everything and you couldn’t even spare me an ounce of loyalty.” 

“Jeno, a-are you leaving me?” He felt like laughing in your face, do you seriously think he’ll stay after this? 

“Genuinely, do you think I’d wanna stay after the fact, Y/N? Honestly, I want nothing to do with you anymore. Consider us done.” He gave you that same, tight lipped smile, gathered his belongings and walked out your bedroom door. 

“Jeno!” You called out, he stopped in his steps, turning to look at you one last time “I’m so sorry, I love you.” Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“No, you really don't. Goodbye Y/N, don’t contact me again, please, for my sake.” And with that, he walked out your door, leaving you broken and in tears. You had no one to blame but yourself. If you hadn’t let Donghyuck in that day, you would have saved yourself from this mess, you would've still have Jeno in your life and you wouldn't be here, crying in your doorway. 

Filled with rage, you dialled Donghyuck’s number, he picked up on the second ring. 

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me, Y/N?” He spat, you could tell he was angry. “You had me thinking this whole time, you’d broken up but in reality, you were leading on poor Jeno and still fucking me? How do you think that makes either of us feel? I know I did something wrong the first time around but this time? You fucked up, Y/N.” 

“Hyuck liste–” 

“Don’t call me, Y/N.” 

With that, he hung up. Your heart dropped, you felt as if you’d lost it all in the span of under an hour. All that you cared about in life had been ripped out of your hands with no one to blame but yourself. You hated what you’d done, hated what you’d done to these two poor men. Neither of them deserved it, especially Jeno and you had no way of going back in time and fixing it. 

[kimhargreeves]

A Flashy Act part 2-Buggy x Reader (smut)

Summary: Buggy has decided to question you behind curtains in his private room, which leads you both to share an intimate moment together.

(A/N: The people have spoken and I delivered!! Enjoy this spicy Buggy smut for all you weird clown fuckers like myself. Special thanks to everyone who liked my post! I didn't expect it to become popular in just a day. Anyone enjoy cause this is nasty..or spicy however you want to look at it. A part 3 may be done once I finish the show since I'm on ep 3.)

(Tag list: @pookiesnatcher @alejandro0-0 @ghostlycrystobalove @lenu-i

"Luffy!"

"Don't worry, I got this!" Luffy shouted when Buggy had grabbed me and began to pull me away from the stage, where Luffy was now held. This fucking clown, I swear if he harms that boy. I frowned when the clown began to now pulling me away.

"Quit giving me such a hard time!"

"Hey! What do you think you're doing pulling me into this room-" I was immediately quiet when Buggy grabbed my shoulders dipped me a bit and he unexpectedly began to kiss me.

I started back at him surprised as he lifted me back up on my feet. The first thing I did was slap his across the face and I hid my face.

"I-I'm so sorry! What..why did you-"

Buggy began to chuckle to himself as he held onto the spot I had hit him. His lipstick was smeared around his lips, and it was a bit hard ti tell if I let a mark on his face.

"You're still annoying and hard to please. You haven't changed quite much, (Y/N). Now..Where is my map?!"

I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned closer to look at him. All of the sudden Buggy took a step back and froze.

"Buggy…sorry I don't know what you mean-"

"Ugh I knew it! That damn Shanks probably told you to forget about me. He always does things like this."

I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head. "Shanks you know him?! Wait…" I thought hard and suddenly remembered a certain memory of myself, Shanks and Buggy.

"Now I remember! You took a few punches once when-"

"When a guy threatened to toss you out into the sea." Buggy ended my sentence and sighed.

I started up at the clown and wondered how I had forgotten about him. "We used to hang out didn't we? The three of us."

"Yeah until I was left alone! Shanks returned one day without you, saying how he wanted you to have s nice and decent life, not a pirates one which I thought was bullshit."

"Language." I warn and smirked afterwards.

Buggy sighed and now looked at me up and down. "You really grew up, (Y/N)."

"Flashily I suppose?" I said giving a twirl and giving a wink. "But seriously, did you kidnap us just so you can have the map?"

"That map belongs to me! Not to some prepubescent boy who doesn't know what it's like to be a pirate. Why are you with him anyways?" He asked leaning his back onto the wall and crossing his arms.

"I made a promise to my brother, Shanks. That I would look after him."

"So you're a babysitter then? That's great." Buggy rolled his eyes as he said that and started to take his gloves off. "Really suits your character." He laughed.

I squinted my eyes at him and looked at him from head to know. "Never thought you would go with the whole creepy clown look. You look like you would eat children." I joke.

"I eat others things… I let the whole raw meat thing to my buddy you met back on stage."

Great. So not only are they all supposed to be freaks, but he has a cannibal among them. What else has he been up to for these last couple of years?

"Gross. How many times have you taken advantage of some poor girl..or boy."

"Don't be ridiculous. I would never take advantage of someone if they were against it. And those who accept?"

"Well, let's say we have a pretty good time." He grinned pulling himself back up straight and seeing me fake throwing up.

"Ew.. I did not need that image in my head."

"Don't tell me you're still a virgin! Someone like you? Traveling the sea?!"

I looked around at where he had taken me. Making sure to look well even if it was kinda dark, only a few candles here and there with a vanity mirror and a few makeup scattered around, a small bed with the same lights messily clinging above the room.

"Where's Luffy?"

"Now you're avoiding the question!"

"Just tell me where he is with his ginger girl and broccoli guy!" I said trying me my best to not seem nervous, but really wanting to know if they were safe.

"I'll gladly tell you, once you tell where my map is!" He shouted and seemed to quickly compose himself and curse under his breath.

Buggy dramatically sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed. "Rubber boy is fine, he's entertaining my guests. Other two are with Cabaji."

My eyes looked back at the entrance and worried about the people being held hostage, I even spotted a poor dog with an older man, probably the owner saving the last thing he has, "What about the people?"

"What people?"

"The towns people, you idiot. You have to let them go." I said hoping he'd listen.

Buggy jumped up and began to laugh. "Sure! I'll do it right now, wanna help me?"

I frowned looking at him and was thinking if there's some way I can somehow release some of them. I really need Luffy's help…I decided to be straight and harsh with him.

"No matter how many people you hold captive. You'll never make people love you."

I felt a bit intimidated by his stare when Buggy took steps closer to me and cornered me against the vanity mirror. I looked to the side and felt his stare on me.

"Don't think you'll get a pass out of this, sweetheart. You're doing this so I can let your little friends go." Buggy lowly spoke as he took his ungloved hands and wrapped one around my neck.

"You seriously think that I would take advantage of you?" I question looking back up at him and saw a cold stare on his face.

"I think you're the one wanting to take advantage of me. You want to know where the map is. Well, I won't tell you, because I don't know. Thanks to your bombs I collapsed before I got the chance to see where or who got it."

"And why should I trust you? We don't know each other well." He sang being sarcastic as ever.

"You like playing games don't you? Maybe I can show you that I am telling the truth." I said and smiled.

Buggy frowned and gave me a harsh stare. I reached my hand down to his pants beginning to unbutton the first few buttons. His breathing hitched and I could feel him freeze when I touched him.

"It's been years since I saw you. We were kids..I'm sorry I forgot about you. Shanks only wanted what was best for me-"

Buggy instantly grabbed my wrists making me stop and look back at him when with his other hand he grabbed my face.

"Shanks being selfish as ever. Did he ever wonder what was best for me? He's taken everything from me, and now I have you back." He grinned and now grabbed the back of my head.

He placed his hand under my chin and I could see his blue pupils darken. I closed my eyes when Buggy leaned down to kiss me again. I felt him move my hair aside and leaving quick kisses down my neck and collarbone.

I gripped onto his shirt tight and began to kiss his lips again, ignoring how I would end up stained in his makeup. Quickly it began to deepen with me slipping out a moan when I felt his hands on my stomach and felt his pants getting tighter.

I moaned into the kiss when I felt him begin to get rid of my upper half clothes and began to palm my chest. Buggy's kisses began to lower until he reached down my breasts while his other hand played with my other one. While he was busy I started to reach my hand down to his pants beginning to unbutton the first few buttons. His breathing hitched and I could feel him freeze when I touched him.

"It's been years since I saw you. We were kids..I'm sorry I forgot about you. Shanks only wanted what was best for me-"

Buggy instantly grabbed my wrists making me stop and look back at him when with his other hand he grabbed my face.

"Shanks was being selfish as ever. Did he ever wonder what was best for me? He's taken everything from me, and now I have you back." He grinned and now grabbed the back of my head.

He smiled as he placed his hand under my chin and I could see his blue pupils darken. I shivered when I felt his hands beginning to move lower into my pants, until his fingers started to tease my nub.

My breathing hitched and a moaned almost escaped from my mouth, quickly I covered my mouth which made it seem like it was irritating Buggy. With my mouth still covered I saw him beginning to lower himself down on his knees. Quickly he got rid of my pants quick and slowly pulled down my underwear.

I've never been this exposed to someone. I began to cover myself but Buggy held my hands back and he began to leave a few bits down along my thighs until I saw him begin to part my legs. I leaned my back against the vanity mirror making all the things that were on it fall to the ground.

"You are so beautiful, (Y/N)." I heard Buggy say when he saw me naked before him.

Buggy began to lick his smudged lips and I gasped when he grabbed my thigh and placed it on his shoulder. I threw my head back when I saw stick his tongue out and gave a slow and long lick to my entrance, he followed it with another lick until Buggy was swirling his tongue. I loud moan escaped from mouth when I couldn't hold it it anymore.

His nose would occasionally brush against my clit, causing my body to twitch and strain against him. Buggy's other hand continued to thrust his fingers inside me while he pressed his thumb against my nub. "Buggy..” I moaned lowly. My hand continuing to grab his hair tugging at it slightly, causing him to growl right into my cunt again. "I'm gonna-" I squeezed my eyes shut when he thrusted his fingers faster for me to come.

I began to buck my hips forward and continued to tug onto his blue hair which has been tied up. I squeezed my eyes tights and cried out in pleasure when I felt something build inside of me, and when I finally came, I felt my legs about to give out.

Buggy quickly wiped his messy face and quickly stood up and held me close to him. Holding me so I wouldn't fall.

"Not so fast, sweetheart. It's my turn." I was still coming back to reality when Buggy pushed me down on my knees and I was met with his long and big- "There's no way its gonna fit." I thought looking at him.

"Why don't you use your pretty mouth, (Y/N)?" Buggy hummed slipping his thumb into my mouth before pulling it away. I looked down at him and my entire face got red seeing him completely undressed now. What would people say if they saw me about to fuck a clown.

Suddenly I began to feel nervous as I watched him begin to stroke himself a bit until he began to guide his member closer to my mouth, his other hand running through my hair lovingly.

I did what I suppose I am to do, I opened my mouth sticking my tongue out. Buggy wasted no time and he began to gently fuck my mouth. I hummed when I tasted him and heard him groan above me as I took in more of him and took him out with a pop.

I reached my hands out to pump the rest that couldn't fit in when I took him back again and began to gag when he began to fuck my mouth faster. Buggy gripped my head tight and suddenly pulled be back leaving a string of saliva connected to him. I shrieked when he suddenly began to carry me onto the bed.behind him.

Buggy quickly getting rid of his remaining clothes and grabbed my ankles to part my legs when he got on top of me, his hands gripped my hips as he guided his dick between my folds. I shivered when I felt him toying with me and kept on teasing me before he grabbed himself again and began to slide in.

Both of us moaned when he slid deep inside of me. Buggy cursed a few words and he stayed still for a minute, before he began to thrust into me at a rough pace. He slid deep in me with ease as my juices coated his cock. I moaned out and looked to the side feeling shy again, my breasts bouncing with every hard thrust he did as I felt his fingers rubbing my clit harshly.

Again I felt that familiar sensation returning I clenched around his cock as I interlaced my fingers with Buggy when I felt that snap again and my vision got blurry for a second. I began to feel overstimulation when his hands buried into my hair again until one of his hands reached down my neck. His pace became even rougher and faster, making me come closer to my climax again

"B-Buggy!"

I began to cry when he learned down to whisper dirty things into my ear, his playful self no longer present in the room. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he continued to fuck me. Buggy reached down to rub my clit harshly, making me come again and stain the sheets beneath us. And just when I thought we were done, Buggy flipped me so my stomach would be facing the bed and my back facing him.

Another moan escaped from me when I felt a harsh smack against my ass and felt his hands grab my ass and stretching me to take him in better. At this angle I could feel him closer.

I shut to eyes shut and continued to moan and cry every time he would thrust into me. I bit my lips tight as I felt his harsh thrust inside of me. I reached down myself and stated to circle my finger over my clit, the friction along with this man's rough thrusts making my mind go blank as I rested the side of my face onto the bed.

"Buggy..I-I'm.." I cried out when I felt Buggy holding onto my hips tighter pulling me back against him.

I heard Buggy softly laughing as he watched the faces and moans I made. One last moan and cry came out of me when I came hard. I still felt extremely sensitive when I felt Buggy holding onto me tight until we both gasped, I grasped onto the sheets when I felt forward a bit and felt him getting closer

Buggy gripped onto me tight and moaned close to my ear when he came inside of me. I fell forward and began to shake at what happened. Slowly, Buggy pulled himself out.

I got myself comfortable laying on my side and felt something still slowly dripping out of me. I was too tired to speak or to even look back at the blue haired clown.

Last thing I felt was Buggy rubbing my hips and planting a kiss a quick kiss on my head before I watched him leave the bed. Too tired to question anything, I decided to shut my eyes for a quick nap and felt something warm being placed on top of me.

"(Y/N)! You're safe..where the heck where you?!" Luffy questioned seeing my tired face. "Where you kept locked up? Buggy didn't hurt you did he?!" Luffy grabbed my shoulders and began to shake me.

"Luffy! Now's not the time!" I said not wanting anyone to touch me at how sore I felt. I looked at the young boy and smiled, "…I-I'm fine. None of you got hurt?" I asked genuinely concerned for them.

Though I have no idea what had happened since I had blacked out. I only remember falling asleep and well, waking up alone and pulling away from some curtains and making my way outside of the huge tent. That bastard clown. How dare he leave me.

Everyone of the towns people were set free and thanking Luffy for his help. Everyone genuinely seemed happy and very grateful. That way they know that not every pirates are bad.

"Nothing we couldn't handle." Zoro calmly replied walking past me.

"Kicking the clowns ass was fun. You should've seen it." Nami told me after.

They defeated him then? I sigh and smiled looking at Luffy and pulled his straw hat down and chuckled. There's no way he can't know what happened between that clown and I. That fucking clown will pay if I were to see him again.

I looked over at my friend and smiled at him. "You did great Luffy."

I followed Luffy to the ship and saw him waving at everyone where the ship began to sail. We all got busy and I sat down rethinking what the hell I did back there.

Luffy came over and smiled sitting next to me. "Are you sure you're fine? I swear I heard you crying."

My blood ran cold and I grew pale. I noticed Luffy's worried look and he quickly placed his hand over my forehead.

"Are you sick? Don't tell me you're getting sea sick all of the sudden."

"…Nope. I'm sorry I shouldn't worry you. Nothing happened." I lie straight at his innocent face.

The boy smiled and nodded his head. "If you say so! Let me know if you feel any better."

I nodded my head and saw Luffy run over to the front of the boat. I turned around and spotted Nami and Zoro shaking their heads at me.

[semihearts]

Flashbacks

Pairing: Nam-gyu x reader

Summary: Thanos and Se-mi help Nam-gyu understand his feelings, and in their own way, they made it work for you two.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hope you like this one, feel free to leave suggestions and opinions, sorry for any mistakes!

ꦿᩙ ✿ֵྀ♩

When Thanos spoke to Namgyu about Y/n and his obvious crush, he just scoffed and ignored it. But when he caught himself getting out of his way to help you during Mingle, he knew something definitely wasn’t right.

During lunch time, Namgyu sat on the stairs close to his bed, trying to understand his feelings and deal with them. Out of nowhere Se-mi and Thanos popped up and invited themselves to eat together .

“Bro I didn’t know that saying that shit about Y/n would make you go mental” said Thanos who was already giggling like a high schooler with Se-mi. “Wouldn’t take you for the romantic type but I guess you’re full of surprises” .

‘’You fuckers, tell me at least one time I acted like I was into her or something”. Namgyu said.

“We could make a thread on twitter with all the moments, if I had my phone I swear I would do it”! Semi said, laughing along with Thanos.

“Well, lets start the flashbacks! I say one and then Semi says another”.

- Bro when you changed beds with her because she was afraid of heights and wanted to be closer to the ground.

- When you stopped being an idiot for once and helped her go to the bathroom after one of the guards were denying it during lights out.

- Man!! Remember when you gave her your coat in the middle of the night because she was feeling cold? I bet you thought we didn’t know about this one right?

- Uh lemme think… Oh you tied her shoes before Mingle started.

- Good one Se-mi.. that reminds me that you chose HER to be your duo during Mingle, I had to find someone else to pair up with!!

- Last but not least of our list is… last night you didn’t sleep so you could protect her during lights out. I BET you had no idea that we knew about this one too right? You’re cooked Nam-gyu!!

“ Enough shit heads, need to go to the bathroom, bro you comin?”

And just like that both of them went to the bathroom, the problem? They got in the feminine one.

“I told you bro, I don’t fall in love, how does that even work?’

“Nam-gyu my man, you don’t have to understand it, you have to feel it, you know?”

“good one bro- what the fuck-‘

Thanos ran into one of the stalls leaving Namgyu alone, confused he looked behind, and that’s when he saw you.

“ Uh… why are you here’’ ‘’ I don’t know I swear- we were just talking about you-“ “We? We who? And what were you talking about me?” “basically he’s in love with you’ a voice coming from one of the stalls said ( and you definitely knew who it was from).

“ Dude what the fuck?? Ignore him’’.

“ is it true?” “ I mean, I don’t know, they made like a flashback thing and they said stuff that I didn’t even realized, I never really loved someone before and I don’t know how it works-“ “ You don’t have to understand it, you have to feel it-“ “Shut up Thanos!”you both said in unison.

“ Look Namgyu, this isn’t the right place to fall in love but we can try to make this work, what do you think?”

Love is beautiful right? You were about to kiss him when you heard a loud bang coming from the stalls. You both thought that Thanos was leaving the bathroom, but when you looked at him, he went to wash his hands.

“ I swear i’ll be really quick”.

“Just fuck off bro!!”.

[starlight-sev]

Nothing’s Out to Get You (Post War!Snape x Reader)

Just because there’s peace outside now that the war’s over doesn’t mean there’s always peace inside.

Warnings: themes of ptsd and trauma. This is more of a comfort fic for these issues but please be aware these themes are brought up a few times throughout ❤️

A/N: i found this bone-chilling cover of The Bug Collector and my mind wandered. This is what came out of it. Enjoy 💕

Recovering from the war wasn’t easy.

Perhaps that was why you convinced Severus to move in with you. It was better to heal together than face your demons alone.

You had volunteered to bring him home after he was discharged from St. Mungo’s. You went in, expecting to have to fight your case for hours to get him to agree. To your surprise, as soon as the dreaded question left your lips, Severus nodded. Eagerly, even, which made your heart sink a little. After all, you seemed to be one of the only professors at Hogwarts that still respected him. You were one of the only people who knew the truth.

Harry hadn’t told the wizarding world the truth about Severus yet. You figured it would be a while before his real story came out.

You couldn’t let him fend for himself with the wounds he had. They only discharged him because he was no longer in critical condition, in order to make more room for other wizards that needed healing. Severus still had a long way to go in his own healing process. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if something had happened to him while he was living alone, especially after having escaped death so narrowly.

He needed a friend by his side, and although you didn’t want to admit it openly, you did too.

You didn’t escape the war unharmed, either. A near miss with a Death Eater’s curse resulted in a steady tremble of your right hand. The nerves had been damaged, and no healer had been able to find a remedy strong enough to stop the trembling for good. Sometimes the shooting pain would be strong enough to wake you from your sleep, but you were beginning to manage. It was the only choice you had, really.

It had only been two months since the battle at Hogwarts, yet it felt as though you had aged fifteen years. With Severus being at your home, it made the days slightly more bearable.

The two of you existed as shadows in your home, orbiting each other in almost complete silence for most of the day. It was a stark contrast to how both of you behaved together at Hogwarts, often meeting on Friday nights to share a pot of tea and complain about that week’s troublemakers. You were the only one who could coax a smile out of Severus Snape.

Now, you couldn’t remember the last time either of you had smiled.

There’s a centipede, naked in your bedroom.

And you swear to god, the fucker’s out to get you.

You can still remember the way your blood ran cold the first time it happened.

Severus had been sleeping on your couch while you were in the process of cleaning out your office to turn into his new room. You woke in the middle of the night to a muffled sound. At first you thought it was a stray cat outside, but after a moment of rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you heard it again.

It was a scream, loud enough to travel down the hall and through the closed door of your bedroom clearly.

Severus.

You threw the covers off, wincing as the abrupt motion sent a tiny shockwave through your hand. Throwing open your door, you raced down the hall to the living room. Your heart pounded as you fumbled for the small lamp by the coffee table, and you tried your best to ignore the images that played through your mind of that night you found Severus in the Shrieking Shack.

Severus lay curled up on your couch, his hands tightened into fists as he clutched the blanket around him. He was whimpering loudly, and from the dull light of the lamp, you could see he was sweating profusely. Your heart relaxed only slightly as you cast a worried glance to the bandages on his neck but luckily found them clean.

“Hey,” you whispered cautiously, kneeling down and resting your hands against the seat of the couch. “Sev. Wake up.”

You reached to touch him, but then froze, your trembling hand inches from his shoulder. You didn’t want to startle him awake and accidentally hurt him in the process.

“Severus,” you repeated, a little louder this time. “Wake up. Wake up!”

You tried your best to ignore how your voice trembles as it caught in your throat.

Severus woke with a gasp. His dark eyes shot open, but they were distant, foggy almost. He was still too far lost in his nightmare to focus on you.

You took a chance, inching forward to check if he was okay. As your hand touched his own, he hissed sharply and drew back, trembling despite the warmth radiating through your home.

“It’s me,” you managed to squeak out. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Severus finally seemed to notice you sitting there at the edge of the couch. His gaze swept over you and you watched as he frowned, as if he was trying to remember where he was.

“You’re in my home,” you continued. “You… I heard you screaming. You were having a nightmare.”

His eyes widened, and before you could stop him, he reached up to touch his bandages in the exact spot where Nagini had attacked. Panic filled his eyes for a brief moment, then confusion. You reached forward and grabbed his wrist tightly, gently easing his hand back down to his lap.

“God…” Severus muttered, passing his free hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I…”

A muffled sob escaped him as he kept his hand pressed over his eyes. Without thinking twice, you leaned forward and drew him into you. You held him tightly, despite the pain that shot through your hand as you did so.

“You’re safe now,” you whispered. “Nothing can hurt you now. You’re awake. You’re safe.”

You felt your heart crack as Severus rested his forehead against your shoulder.

“I-I’m here.” You said slowly. You reached up to caress his hair softly, feeling tears of your own fill your eyes as Severus sobbed, clutching you desperately as if you’d disappear.

You never thought you’d see the stoic and unshakable man you’d worked with for so many years fall apart in your arms this way.

Then again, you never imagined any of this would ever happen.

After that night, the two of you agreed to sleep in the same room together. And then, when that still wasn’t enough, in the same bed. It seemed to be the only way that both of you could fall asleep and leave behind the lingering memories and fear of the war.

There’s a praying mantis, prancing on your bathtub.

And you swear he’s a priest from a past life, come to get you.

The second time the war came back to haunt your home, it came after you.

You were in the kitchen drying dishes. A storm raged outside, but it didn’t bother you. You had grown to like the sound of thunder over the years you spent teaching at Hogwarts.

The day had been calm. Severus spent the morning sitting with you at your small wooden dining table and, for the first time in god knew how long, the two of you had actually laughed together over breakfast.

As you reached for a teacup to dry and put away, you heard a slight shuffle as Severus walked over to your bookshelf. You could just barely see him from the doorway as he peered at all the books you had crammed onto the shelf.

“You’ve finished Pride and Prejudice already?” You called out with a smile.

“Yes.” He replied matter-of-factly from the other room. “You’d better have more Austen on your shelf or I’m coming for your head.”

You giggled as you set the teacup back in the cabinet and reached for the second one.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never read her work before. Sense and Sensibility is on the bottom shelf, right side.”

“There is a god.” You laughed at Severus’ response. “Thank you.”

Before you could call out a reply, there was a flash outside your window.

That’s when time stopped.

You were no longer in your kitchen, but back there. In the courtyard of Hogwarts, running to catch up to Harry and his two friends as you raced against time to get to the Shrieking Shack. You looked to your right just as a bright flash of red shot your way. Then a fire in your hand.

“Y/N!”

The burning feeling in your right hand. It was all you could think about. The flash you saw. They were back. Coming for you. Ending it for good this time-

“Y/N, look at me.”

You heard someone crying. Was it Hermione? You were supposed to protect them, Harry and his friends. Did you fail?

“Y/N, come on!

Firm hands grasped either side of your face, snapping you back into reality. Severus stared at you with a strange combination of fright and determination.

“They’re back,” you gasped, wincing as Severus dug his fingertips into your shoulders tighter than you expected, an attempt to bring you out of your memories. “I-”

“It was lightning,” Severus replied quietly, resting one hand over your trembling one. You whimpered as you remembered the pain that shot through it that night the moment the curse hit you. “No one is outside. It was lighting, Y/N. It was the storm.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, but that only made the memories come back stronger. You opened your eyes again, your gaze landing on the shattered teacup that lay inches away from where you sat.

Severus guided your chin up until your eyes met his again.

“Stay like this,” he commanded softly. “Eyes on me. Breathe.”

He took a deep breath, and motioned for you to follow. You couldn’t stop shaking.

“It’s still there,” you whispered in defeat. “I can’t get it out of my head.”

Severus nodded his understanding as he caressed your cheek comfortingly. His features creased into a worried frown as he watched you try to catch your breath.

“Look at me, Y/N. Eyes on me, not the floor.”

You had to fight to tear your eyes away from the teacup. Severus smiled softly as your eyes met his once more.

“Good. Stay with me. You’re safe.”

I try my best…

…to prove that nothing’s out to get you.

The days turned to weeks, and then into months. Before you knew it, it had been a year since Severus had moved in with you.

You never believed people who said everything would heal with time, and a part of you still didn’t, but there were small things that had you thinking… perhaps there was an element of truth to that saying.

You saw it from time to time - moments of healing. It was in the way Severus placed a warm hand on your back as he passed behind you in your narrow kitchen. In the shared glances and gentle smiles the two of you exchanged over dinner. In the embraces you two gave each other before bed, which, as the months went on, turned into passionate kisses in the middle of the night.

Perhaps the fact that you and Severus had become lovers over the last few months contributed to why time felt increasingly gentle as it passed. Sure, there were still moments when you’d both be pulled right back into the war, but it happened less frequently. The painful, sharp edges of those memories had finally begun to dull.

You stood in the kitchen, slowly slicing strawberries as you watched the first few rays of sunrise begin to filter through the window. As you placed the slices into a bowl and reached for another berry, you felt a pair of arms gently circle around your waist.

“It’s not like you to be up early,” Severus grumbled as he kissed the shell of your ear. “Come back. Your side of the bed is too cold.”

“You weren’t supposed to be awake yet,” you replied with a laugh, turning your head just enough to kiss his nose. “I was planning on surprising you with breakfast in bed.”

“Mmm.” Severus began kissing your neck softly. “Sounds nice. I’d much rather have you in bed, though.”

You laughed and swatted at his arm as you resumed slicing strawberries.

Severus watched your motions in silence for a few moments, before his hand trailed back up your waist, across your arm, until his fingers rested over your right hand. You set your knife down and watched as Severus laced his fingers through your trembling ones.

“Does it hurt?” He asked quietly, stroking your thumb softly with his own. You shook your head.

“Not nearly as much as before. Sometimes I’ll still wake up in the night if I’m not careful and sleep on it funny… but it’s okay.”

“You should tell me when it hurts,” Severus murmured, leaning his head against yours. “I’ve been testing ingredients for various pain tonics, I think I might be close to finding a cure for your hand.”

You smiled at his statement. “It’s okay, really. The healers at St. Mungo’s said there’s nothing they can do. It’s permanent nerve damage.”

“Not if I can help it. There’s a cure for it until I know for certain I’ve tried everything I can.” Severus grumbled, his grip on your waist tightening. “Everyone at St. Mungo’s is a dunderhead. They discharged me when they knew I was no longer on the brink of death.”

You turned around, frowning at Severus disapprovingly. He sighed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face before kissing your forehead gently.

“Sorry. But you know it’s true. You did more to help me heal than they ever did.”

You nodded slowly, reaching your trembling fingers up to the scar on his neck. Your fingers hovered a few inches away, hesitant to touch the wound that had nearly claimed his life.

“It’s alright,” Severus reassured you. Your worried gaze met his warm, dark eyes. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

He placed his hand over your own, and the firm pressure of the palm of his hand against the back of your own stilled the trembling for a few moments. He slowly pushed your hand forward until it rested gently against his scar.

“It really doesn’t hurt?” You asked doubtfully.

“Sometimes,” Severus began softly, a memory tugging his gaze far away from you for a moment. “It feels strange. As if I’m remembering the pain but not experiencing it. It’s dull. Far away. But it’s nothing compared to the pain I felt when I first came home with you.”

You looked up and met Severus’s gaze, and you gave him a tiny smile.

“Thanks for coming home with me.” You whispered. That earned a frown from him.

“You say that as if I did you a favour.” He replied.

“You did, in a way. I don’t think I’d have been able to survive all this without you.”

In response, Severus leaned in and kissed you. It was soft at first, barely there, until you reached up and pulled him closer to you. His grip tightened on your waist and you nearly melted as the kiss grew more and more passionate. You reached your hands up to caress his face, but then broke away, cursing silently as your hand began trembling more than usual.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “It’s hard to control sometimes.”

Severus shook his head and kissed your palm, before leaning in to kiss you once more.

“You’re alright.”

You nodded. This time, you believed him.

“I know. You are too.”

Severus gazed at you understandingly. He kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a few extra moments, before pulling you into a protective embrace.

“We both are.”

[animeshotsh]

Im going to eat you! (No) | V's x Kid!Reader HCS |

Hcs of your time with the V's during this.

Warnings: HH violence-cursing- Kid!Reader hates Valentino - Veelvet its mentioned but for just a moment - Vox inner thoughts of you - Vox has a crush on Alastor on this - Vox its down bad for Alastor and Lucifer -

Note: Because I saw one user saying reader did not bite Valentino and tbh valid.

When you saw what they were doing (well only the strange insect sinner the TV head had decided to be a by stander and to also catch you) what he was doing to Angel you were furious.

Oh, how you desired you could transform like your dad, sis or uncle but you were weak.

Fuck you for sending me to hell with no power.

However, you can still move as crazy as a sinner can and more with the sugar in your system thanks to the ice cream from earlier.

"W-wait a minute" The tv head tries to catch you again only to be head butted by Lucifer's lamb.

Who is also weak and is going to ask his creator for an update on its powers.

However back to you, you are running now towards that insect sinner who is not paying attention to no one but the poor Angel on the floor.

And so, you end on the sinners shoulder and bite hard on his arm. Your teeth getting sharper thanks to your angry feelings. In fact when Valentino tries to remove you, you are quick to go to his other arm and bite down again.

"FUCKING BITCH"

"Im going to eat you" you say with the most dangerous voice no one ever hear from you.

Angel its suprised for a second then almost loses his heart when Valentino pushes you off towards the floor. However, you are not done and end biting his leg too.

"THIS FUCKING BITCH, I SWEAR JUST WAIT TILL YOU GROW UP IM GOING TO PUT YOU IN SO MUCH PAIN DO YOU KNOW-"

"VAL!!" Vox calls his companion getting you off from the floor, having to use so much Force to prevent you from running again. "I need this one alive and mentally sane" when Vox sees that you are not getting any weak he sends a small shock of electrecity to you making you sleep.

"The fucker bite me, look" Valentino says offended showing the marks and blood you left.

"Its Alastor's kid, of course its going to try any sinner they can"

Again, Lucifer felt a shake in the Force.

Fast moving, they get to the V's tower. Valentino wants you away from him so he decides to take his anger on the poor souls that works for him.

Vox decides to tie you up just in case.

Seeing your sleeping form almost makes him go soft. You are not as terrible when you are not biting his companion's flesh off.

Also, he kind of claps to that, Val needs a reminder every now and then.

Vox wonders if Veelvet would like you, sure she does not make kid's clothes but maybe she could make something for you?

And maybe now Alastor would finally accept being part of the company because they have you hostage.

And no, Vox its not thinking about him and Alastor raising you....

Really he is not.

Ok maybe a little.

Later once you woke up and you two bond he can tell he is fucked because even if Alastor beats him up till death (oh pls do it he wishes) he want to keep you around.

You can watch Barney all you want, and you can bite Val anytime of the day. Really, you have his permission.

He cant remember if he ever wanted to be a father when he was alive but now the need to raise you is there.

Is this a demonic Power? Making overlords want to raise you and be your relatives? Who knows.

Later once its discover that you are Lucifer's kid, and how you still try to get him to show the king of hell ducks....

Fuck stop helping him!! He does not want to see you go but he cant fight hell's king.

Oh, and when Alastor treated him finally.

He thanks you for that.

He later has to deal with Val and Veelvet because they cant do business for 2 weeks.

And so, Vox ends sleeping hugging his Alastor's pillow and also thinking on getting one of the king himself.

Would you mind 3 dads ?

[yandereunsolved]

✒ Yandere Low Honor Jack Marston (RDR1) ᝰ.ᐟ

A chance meeting. Fate, what a crock of shit. He's never believed in such things. If he did, then it would mean that some higher being wanted, made, let, or whatever goddamn word you want to use—pain. That's the point. All this loss and death.

Was it really needed to get to you?

He'd never admit it, but the thought scares him. Not because he would change everything, keep his family alive, if to not meet you. It's the fact that he wouldn't change a damn thing if it meant he could lay his fresh eyes on you all over again.

It's a line from this old book someone gave him from a past only the dead remember. 'The world takes, but it gives just as much back.' Well, the world isn't taking anything else from him, least of all you. Not even the apocalypse could separate you two.

"If you ever need help, Marston, I'm here."

The only person who has meant those words. Kept them.

His usual seat at the bar is taken by some halfwit inbred fucker. He just wanted some damn peace after his shitty day. And now this prideful asshole is blocking him from his peace. Where does this motherfucker get the damn nerve?

"I believe you're in my seat, buddy."

Jack's white-knuckling the brunt of his pistol. Hat tipped low. Eyes staring bullet holes into the man's head.

And the old ass man has the gall to offer him a scanty glance, chortling obnoxiously, acting like a pig who has found a new favorite patch of mud.

"Hey, youngin'. Can't you see me and the bartender here are striking up a proposition?"

He props his chaffed elbow against the pristine bar, fishing out his sheriff badge and flashing it like it's some sacred religious object. Bullshit, buddy, pure and utter bullshit.

Gotta prove a point to these pathetic mongrels who think they own every inch of earth they prowl on.

Quicker than a blink of an eye, the sheriff's badge clatters to the ground, blood leaking from a wound in the law's hand—a bullet lodged in the bulbous, fleshy meat. He hears several guns being pulled on him.

What? He barely scratched the man. He'll have a working hand, most likely, unfortunately. It certainly is less gory than what his fingers itch to do. But he doesn't want any part of your saloon too bloody. If this pathetic excuse's blood stained your saloon, then he may have had to burn it down, just to make sure it didn't infect you.

There's a high-pitched ringing stuck in his ears. It blocks out the specifics of what your sweet voice tells him. So it takes a moment for him to register you coaxing not just him, but everyone else, to holster their guns. He reluctantly obliges. The lawman swears, running off like the yellow-bellied cocksucker he is, leaving Jack's cherished spot irreparably damaged, but once again open nonetheless.

He reclaims it and knocks on the bar, casually waving at you.

"One whiskey—" his words trail off for a moment as he takes in your bewildered expression.

"Damn, if you look at me like that any longer, I may just take you on this bar right now. Show all these milksop pansies what belongs to me." He wolfishly grins.

"Then again, I'm not a big fan of sharin', as you can tell."

The grin drops away as you don't thank him. In fact, you don't respond at all. You just plop a shot of whiskey down in front of him like he's some one-time stranger who isn't worth sparing a glance at.

You are about to go to the next customer. You're about to give someone else your attention, with more warmth towards them than him. So he does the most logical thing and grabs your upper arm, tightly squeezing it in his grasp, trying to mold the memory of your flesh into his hand. He leans over the bar closer to you, cockiness seeping onto his tongue.

"It ain't kind to ignore a man, Mx., especially one you owe."

"I don't owe you nothin'."

"Those er' dangerous words. Come on, just one kiss, sugar lips."

He pulls you sideways against the bar, giving zero damns about everything else. He forces you to stare at him. To look at what you're doing to him.

"My father owed a debt to yours that he could never repay, and John knew that, but he never abused it. He let my daddy go and run his business till they both got shot by the law. Now, let. me. go."

The intensity in your words nearly gives him a boner. Scratch that. Gives him a boner. He's never seen you this riled up.

But it's more than just that. Something about it makes the little Jack in him cry, wanting comfort that never existed.

So for the second time that night, he heals, like some obedient bitch. But he keeps up his cockiness, winking at you before plopping down back in his seat. He takes the whiskey and chugs it, tapping on the small glass for another.

You come back to him after a minute, staring at the empty glass instead of him.

"You aren't your father. Your father was a good man," the wistfulness in your voice almost beats how his father sounded when he died—was murdered in cold blood.

"You're right, sweetheart, I ain't my pa," smooth and low, vindictive, "but he certainly wasn't a good man. You still owe the Marstons a debt, and I'm the collector." The words are weighted with years of cancerous obsession, intensity still multiplying and soon spilling over.

[tagedeszorns]

SPOILERS for "Fulgrim - The Perfect Son"

You were warned - Spoilers ahaed!

Okay, so it finally has happened. Pigs are flying, dogs are walking backwards and I am admitting that I'd rather read a Fulgrim-novel written by Graham McNeill than this one.

But to get to this point ... let me take the long route!

First - imagine a novel about a Primarch. Let's say Guilliman, because the Ultramarines are the example for everything. Let's say he returns. (Bear with me, I am not talking about how it actually happened for him!) And it is not explained at all, why he's back. What's his motivation. How? Don't ask stupid questions! Anyways. He's back. Now, what about his Legion? What about Calgar? Sicarius? His Librarius? Well, never mind, they don't matter, because (galaxy brain moment here!) - they don't exist! Instead they are replaced with a cast of new characters you never heard of before, but you are supposed to take as "have always been his favourites". And those characters are as generic as they come. Absolutely bland. Plus, Guilliman isn't even there most of the time. Also, apparently the Emperor is no longer a factor for anything.

That's the setting Jude Reid throws at the reader, just with Emperor's Children.

Okay. Okay. I can live with new characters. But maybe at least tie them with the rich history of the third? With all its glory and trauma? Harmony? Canticle City? The Phoenix Conclave? Anything? No?

Well. Then give them a gratious amount of Sex, Drugs and Rock'nRoll, because that's what they do in 40k? No? A bit? So Noise Marines aren't Slaanesh's sledgehammers any longer? Maybe remember how cool Eidolon and his Kakophonii screamed that White Scars ship to rubble or how Ramos tore down the Medean Gate on Luna? No? And the drugs are just some kind of better stims now? Like the stuff Lance Armstrong takes on a daily basis?

Well. Okay. No History, none of the cool guys ... maybe some Dark Prince-fuckery? No? Oh. The word "Slaanesh" is two times in the whole book and it's with sorcery, not normal EC or Fulgrim? And Dark Prince or She Who Thrirsts ... ah, nevermind. So, no Youngest God at all.

Well, Fulgrim is the mightiest servant of Slaanesh and he's the title character of the novel, so it's okay. Enough slaaneshi shenanigans for everyone! No? Fulgrim is there for about 5% of the novel and we never get his POV? Oh. Okay. Well.

Yes, I am disappointed. After Marc Collins gave us the great new Eidolon novel, I had high hopes Games Workshop wanting to bring out the coolness in the third Legion again.

But instead we got the most generic Chaos (not really) stuff ever. You could replace everybody with Red Corsairs and Fulgrim with the Tyrant and nobody would notice any difference.

And now I am back to the beginning. Why McNeill's EC may be horrible but way better than Reid's.

Because they are over the top. Because they are the superlative of extra. Because they are divas. Because they are trying to be cool AF. Because they are mean fuckers.

Reid's EC are what I always thought I wanted (my Midas-moment, if you will): Swordsmen. Duelists. But it turns out, that it is possible to fall to Slaanesh and hate excess (yes, Tamaris, the main char, is very offended by excess). Damn, girl! Take a page out of Ian StMartin's book and look up what excessive swordsmanship does for Lucius!

So, taking everything slaaneshi from the EC didn't do them any good. Apparently they are now Chaos Undivided, swear by "Gods" instead of their chosen patron God and such. Much generic. Wow. Sacrificing like they are the Word Bearers we have at home.

The ideal solution would be a mix of both: McNeill's extra queerness (because Reid's chars are giving off the most cis-het vibes I ever got from anything Warhammer! Even the Chaos Sorcerer reminiscing fucking Fulgrim is as sterilised as possible. I bet Reddit-Warhammer loves this book, because none of them pesky gays and their sexytimes!) and excessiveness and Reid letting them keep their beauty and dignity. It's very telling that the most erotic moment of the book is the main character kissing the guy he just killed.

Because that's the GREAT plus of this book. Finally! Beautiful Emperor's Children! Beautiful Fulgrim! Plaese, give me more of this! And they are (mostly) honourable! Awww, yiss! Yes, Reid is falling back into the way too familiar "uglyness and betrayal"-trope soon enough, but an effort was made.

But that's not enough to work as saving grace.

The novel is very clearly what @paniwarhamauser called "saturday morning cartoons to sell toys", because every buyable unit is mentioned and described very clearly.

But what this book is lacking, is a soul. An understanding for the EC's (and Fulgrim's - but the Phoenician barely features in the novel, so I will leave him out on this) unique tragedy, drama, history and power.

I am glad we got the great "Auric Hammer"-book (please let Marc Collins write more for EC! He gets them! Raging Eidolon gives me life!). And we still have Josh Reynold's superb Fulgrim-novel. But this new one is not for me.

I mean, we EC-fans have a lot of great novels and stories, compared to other Legions (poor Raven Guard for example). So I really shouldn't complain.

Well, rant over, I am calm and collected again and will continue reading the pleasant Alpha Legion-stuff I have left for the Fulgrim novel (may contain traces of Fulgrim). 😁

[brn-t]

Thermotropism

TAGS:

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I don’t think I should have taken this plant home…

Like, when I saw it baking in the sun in that alley outside my building, it’d looked like it had a lot of potential! It was all shriveled but the leaves branched out from a thick basal stem like a monstera almost and there were these bright red blotches on its roots that looked super cool!

When I brought it in (heavy!!) I could tell just by looking how root bound it was, so I popped it out of it’s cheap decorative planter (poor thing was probably never repotted) and yup, there were more roots than dirt.

I had no idea what the hell it was. Inatural had no frickin clue. It looked like a tropical plant with it’s broad green leaves and knobbly aerial roots, but the ground roots were so thick they looked like tubers!! 

I have to admit I was fascinated, but I should have gotten rid of it then…

It spent uh, a couple weeks underneath my shitty little plant light, the one in my room. I was quarantining it in there until I knew it didn’t have any critters on it, but it seemed happy with its repotting and daily soakings for the most part.

The thing really liked water

Like, I started off watering it once a week, and it did perk up, but it didn’t really change much until I started dousing it every morning before work.

And man when it started goin off, it really went off.

It seemed like every time I came home it had sent out a new aerial root or new leaf! The thing was voluptuous as hell! When it got too big for my pathetic little plant light I moved it to the window sill next to my bed. 

It was kinda nice! Like a natural blind or something once it got its runners going up the screen.

I didn’t mind, it was always hot as hell in my little apartment and my landlord couldn’t be arsed to install an AC. I just had to be careful not to accidentally crawl over the little shoots it was sending out all over when I got into bed.

I guess where I fucked up is when I found out about.. its uh.. nutrient preferences

I swear it was a complete accident the first time!! 

I had just gotten home from another 10 hr day and I was tired and smelly and needed to jerk off pronto. I hosed myself down and threw myself into bed, still steaming from trying to scrub off the smell of fried food from my skin, and cracked open my laptop.

Now, fun fact, there's this thing that plants do where they move towards things. Most of the time its towards light, but they can also be attracted to heat! It’s called thermotropism. So I dunno if it was the heat from my ancient laptop or the steam off my skin, but just as I'm about to nut I feel something brush against the head of my dick.

It took me so much by surprise that I came right there, frickin coating a leaf in my jizz. The thing had turned completely around from facing the window above my bed to nearly touching me with its broad soft leaf.

Even for a tropical plant that’s shockingly mobile.

So I cleaned it off as best I could but I guess some of my spunk got absorbed into the soil, I dunno, I passed out shortly after that. I didn’t wake up until nearly nine o clock the next morning because the room was still completely dark thanks to the density of the wall of leaves covering my window. The plant had frickin doubled in size and the terracotta pot I had repotted it in had some fresh cracks in it where the aerial roots were exploding out through.

I didn’t have time to freak out about it since I was once again late to work, but I gotta admit, I was digging the jumanjI vibes it brought to my otherwise very dull room 

So.. I may have started jerking off into it every night?

What! It’s like, natural fertilizer, or whatever!! And the plant seemed to like it? 

I even got it to flower!! It started putting out these crazy flower stalks that closed up during the day but unfurled at night giving off this crazy floral fragrant scent.

It made me remember being a kid and running around in the woods behind my stepdads rental cabin, so I let it keep spreading.

I realize now, this was not the smartest idea, but fuck it, my landlord all but explicitly told me I wasn’t getting the deposit back unless I sued him for it so when it started putting its roots into the drywall, I let it.

It was nice honestly, coming home after seeing nothing but concrete grey for hours and then throwing myself into my little tropical nest. And the smell of the flowers really set the mood when I was jerkin it.

Embarrassingly I think my mind started associating the smell with orgasm because I swear I walked past a florist shop the other day and had to walk bowlegged to the 7D train.

The trouble really started when it started sending its roots in my direction .

Now, I ain’t proud of it, but I more often than not just sleep on a bare mattress. Its got one of those memory foam layers on top and I just couldn’t be bothered to put a fitted sheet on it half the time.

So when I started feeling a bump underneath me as I lay in bed, I just thought it was like, a sock  or something that had gotten shoved underneath there, nbd, until that night… 

I was feeling particularly pent up and kept grinding my ass against that spot on the mattress. I don’t know why I did it, I just wanted more friction and the blooms on the ceiling above me were gettin me wound up with their heavy fragrance. Anyway, it feels like there's a soft tear below me and suddenly something hard and Wide and cold is pressing right against my gooch.

I kinda jump (because it’s cold!!) and look down to find that the frickin plant has grown into the mattress !!

And it was a fat root too, no idea how I didn’t notice it more earlier.

It was kindof freaky to be honest how fast it had grown, the thing really must have liked my semen, but at that point with how humid the room was and how dizzy the flowers were making me feel… I went with it.

 I ground my ass into it and when the thick ridge popped in past my ring I swear I came harder than I ever have in my life dude

I felt like I blacked out a little at the end there because the next thing I knew, it was morning and I'm absolutely painted in my own cum. I guess at this point I should have realized what was going on but I think the pollen those flowers were putting out were scrambling my brains a little. When I woke up, there was a network of thin bright red roots crisscrossing my body, sending out these feathery little things, absorbing the frankly ludicrous amounts of cum I had shot out last night. They pulled at my skin a little as I tore them off but part of me was still a little horny. So I cleared them away and and pulled out my phone.

Fuck it, right? It was my day off and I had no responsibilities that day anyway.

I just rolled over and started going to town on my morning wood.

My ass twitched around something and that's when I noticed...

The fuckin root was still in my ass from last night!!!

I'm trying to use one hand to milk my dick while the other one shoots down in between my legs and sure enough, that fuckin root had buried itself who knows how deep! I tried in vain to pull the thing out, but it was rooted in the mattress after all and didn’t budge. So, humiliatingly, I had to pull myself off of it.

I have to admit, I came a little just from feeling how much of it was inside of me, there was a good 7 inches of thick knobby root dragged out of me, grinding against my prostate as I pulled myself off of it.

I just lay there breathless, staring at the root, sticking straight up out out of my mattress now that it was no longer buried in my ass. My inner walls twitched and contracted, trying to close around the space it had carved out in me.

I guess I still had some sense then because I did actually prune the plant after that

I pulled the root out of my ruined mattress and trimmed all the stalks and roots near my bed. I started jerking off in the bathroom and yea the leaves wilted a bit but that was too much for me, you know?

Well, I don’t know if plants can get pissed but I must have pissed this one off because it responded to me suddenly not “fertilizing” it by sending out these little sticky climbers that got everywhere.

I woke up one morning to the fuckers wrapped around my tiny nipples. I went to sit up and yelped because they got yanked by the fuckin things, pulling my chest to the side. I tried to pull it off as delicately as I could, but the thin stems snapped in half, bleeding a reddish sort of liquid all over my chest!

It sort of burned but I just yelled at the plant, wiped it off and got dressed for work.

Now, I don’t know if I was allergic or something, but for the rest of that day my nipples stayed hard and puffy, poking out visibly from underneath my thin uniform shirt and earning more than a few snickers from the girls up front.

Good thing I had a vacation week coming up.

It had been asked for months in advance, and was the first one I’d had in a decade. I was supposed to drive out to the lake across the state to hang with a buddy of mine at his parents bougie lake house. Well, that night was the night before I was due to head out, and I went to bed in my travel clothes so I could just pop out of bed in the morning. Not wanting to ruin my clothes, I watered the Plant like usual and saved the jerking for when I got to my buddies place.

I was just on the edge of unconsciousness when I felt something moving up my shirt sleeve. I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming it or not so I just laid there, feeling the thing slowly snake its way up to my chest, resting on the sensitive swollen bud there 

I only really tried to react when I felt a second tendril branch out from the first and start oozing that same irritating sap over my OTHER nipple!

Groggily I straightened up, falling for the same headphones on the doorknob trap as last time, but this time it felt a lot better.

My nips hadn't really gone down since that last time so when they got yanked I thought a yelp of pain was what was gonna come out of my mouth, so imagine my surprise when a full bodied moan slipped out instead.

I immediately got super red in the face and yanked off my shirt.

This, unfortunately, snapped the thin tendrils stem, causing it to bleed more of its spicy sap all along my side and chest as I shucked off my shirt.

It left an angry red trail of raised sensitive skin, swelling my nipples far beyond what was normal, and they stuck out of my chest like two puffy toilet plungers out from my swelling pecs.

I tried to pull the tendrils off of them but they were too tight and my nipples were too big now.

I looked up from groping my chest to see how many of the plant’s flowers had opened up above me, showering me in who knows what.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I was openmouth panting, inhaling the perfume and palming my shorts which had at some point started to fill out. I ripped my shorts off too, and only after a few strokes realized how deeply I had just fucked up

If you guessed “that idiot just smeared a sap he’s clearly allergic to all over the most sensitive part of his body” you would be correct...

I was howling in pain as it started to burn, but after a minute or two I was thrusting into the air and moaning like a whore, the fire had turned into an electric storm of pleasure.

My dick was swelling way past normal hardness and I could only continue to try and fuck the hell out of my hand.

It was entirely too humid in that room, everything felt wet and sticky, so when I came finally, I barely even felt it on me

I screamed so loud the neighbors probably thought I was dying I probably did die a little... I think I shot into my own mouth at one point??  I collapsed immediately after, and when I woke in the morning, the whole plant looked shiny and glossy, like it was gloating over the fact it’d gotten me to come for it yet again.

I know it was just a plant but I got mad

I jumped out of bed, completely ignoring the tendrils still wrapped around my nips, put a thick jacket over my shirt and left the room with my suitcase while flipping it the bird.

I felt bad that I would be gone for a week but I’d set it up with a slow release watering pitcher, so I figured it’d be fine without me.

What I didn’t plan on was how I would do without it.

What should have been a great vacation turned into the worst case of blueballs seen this side of the Mississippi.

Not only did my nipples constantly pulse and throb against the tendrils, but I found out later when I went to go use the bathroom that one had slipped around the base of my dick as well, which had also refused to recede back to its normal size. The woody chord was a bit thicker and it wrapped around the base and balls, completely blocking any and all attempts to even get hard.

So instead of focusing on the boat ride or my friends stupid alcohol choices, I was stuck in a constant struggle of being aroused by my throbbing nipples and being unable to address it at all. I was actually filled with relief when the final day came and I was saying goodbye to my hosts.

I flew home after that in my tiny little beater car, shifting uncomfortably at my seatbelt rubbing directly against my chest. I practically kicked the door in, shedding all my clothes in a line to my bedroom and threw myself into bed.

I yelped when I landed on several thick somethings beneath my body creak under my weight, poking me through the thin layer of foam.

The Plant was the worst I’d seen it since I brought it home, with several dead leaves deposited on the bed and an explosion of fuzzy white runners running the length of that bedroom wall.

The roots jabbed into me like it had planned this.

“Ow!” I’d said, “ I'm sorry ok? I just needed a break!”

As a response, I watched a giant cream white flower slowly expand and burst open, sending a shower of shimmery yellow pollen floating down directly over my face.

Things uh, got a little out of hand after that…

The tendrils had finally loosened enough around my dick to where I could pull them off but that just led to all my pent up semen literally dumping into my balls as soon as the tie was removed. I moaned as I could physically feel them growing heavier as a weeks worth of pent up jizz dropped into my balls. They felt like leaden weights.

It was almost painful how quickly I got hard, and it didn’t take more than a stroke or two before I was yelling and releasing said load all over myself and the plant.

You could visibly see it perk up, opening up more buds, showering me with pollen and dusting the bed. The two substances got mixed by my frantic motions and soon I was lightly cheeto dusted with the stuff,

My skin was on fire but it also.. uh, felt really good somehow... So once the high of the first orgasm died down, it wasn't long before I was rarin to go for a second round.

I palmed my recovering erection and was just about fully hard when I felt it.

Again, at my ass!! Was one of the plant’s thick basal roots!! Except this one looked a little weird..

First off it was tremendously thick, about the width of my wrist, and secondly it was covered in all these little backwards facing ridges, like a drywall sink

Man, I don’t know what wires go crossed but between the way my ass was twitching and the pollen I was huffing, I put my ass right against that thing

It must have reacted to my bodyheat because it felt like as I was pressing down on it, the thing was pushing into me as well.

It was intense, there was no give to its turgid walls, so I had to stretch myself out around it to get it past my ring.

Once it was properly seated inside me I started going to town on my dick, which at this point was leaking like my kitchen sink maintenance had refused to address for weeks.

I swear I could feel the root get deeper and deeper inside me as I jerked and spasmed around it I was panting and moaning like a bitch, I can’t believe how horny I was

at some point I felt something at my mouth and wouldn’t you know it, an equally thick tuber had been drawn to my hot breath and was poking at the corner of my lips

I was way past the point of rational thoughts at that point, I just leaned forward and let it creep into my mouth.

The further it got the hotter I felt. My tongue swiped across the underside and that’s when I tasted something sweet

Was this root leaking sap??

Turns out the itchy nectar tasted amazing so I ended up suckling it as I frantically jerked my dick. The root inside my ass had reached my prostate at that point and thats when things got really hazy for me.

I remember exploding all over myself, I would have been screaming if not for the thick root tunneling its way down my throat

I was jerking and spasming to the best of my ability but the roots were getting a little out of control, they were budding from the base of the main roots and expanding all over my body, and every couple of inches they would plant a sticky little node like a command strip onto my skin and keep going, until I could barely move.

The only part that hadn’t been covered was my right arm, which was moving too fast jerking myself off for the tendrils to colonize.

The root in my mouth seemed to expand further, and suddenly I realized that I could still breath despite it feeling like it had reached my guts almost.

My tongue felt a small hole on the underside and sure enough, I could breath just fine.

Good thing too because that’s when I noticed the two thinner roots making their way up my nose, expanding into my nostrils and plugging them completely.

The root in my ass must have had the same idea...

At this point I was slowly starting to realize, like, “oh shit, I really can’t move” and started trying to pull things off of me to escape bu t I honestly couldn’t budge. My left arm was completely rooted to the mattress and my right arm couldn’t be lifted above my waist, just enough to reach my dick but not enough to reach my face.

Leaves were starting to branch out from the tendrils, and with them came more flowers.

They were visibly crawling all over me now, moving fast enough for me to track with my eyes, and I watched in horror as several thin tendrils spiraled up my cock.

I wish I could have broken away but I was quite literally rooted to the spot watching these tendrils poke at my leaking pisshole and worm their way inside.

I screamed and cried but the progress was unceasing, it steadily tunneled into my dick until it hit the base and pinched my prostate against the root in my ass, which at this point must have reached high up into my guts.

I screamed against the root as I came, but no semen escaped my completely plugged dick.

I could feel it making its way inside my through my internal passages, rooting itself straight into my balls, 

At that point I really did pass out, whether from lack of oxygen or overstimulation I couldn’t tell.

Well, I'm awake now and I am utterly fucked, the roots have expanded into nearly every available orifice, even trying to fill out my belly button and uh.. they might have broken through the skin...

I can see ridges beneath my skin.. little hard lines were they’ve penetrated me.

I'm being constantly milked and I can’t even move as they constantly grind against the inside of my cock

I'm not even thirsty or anything, the liquid being drip-fed down my throat fills me up and I'm just kept in a constant state of bliss.

I dunno what to do bro, I have my phone but even texting is getting hard with one hand and roots slowly crawling down my fingers…

you’re the only one close enough to me, theres a key underneath the mat..

you gotta help me man before it's too la

[sillygoofyqueer]

What if Crowyuan's wings flap a little bit when he yaps? Like a dog's tail wagging but far calmer and more subtle because his wings are way bigger than a dog's tail. ALSO on a separate note: Going off the assumption that Crowyuan grows more pairs of wings as he progresses in cultivation, do you think that at some point he'd grow wings on his head like Sunday from Honkai: Star Rail? ALSO on a separate note: Would harpy Crowyuan look a little similar to Getian from Reverse: 1999? Do you think he'd ever wear something similar to Getian's Herald of Horus skin/garment (I think it's called that..)? Sorry it's half past 2am ahh I need to go to bed but Crowyuan has a place in my brain and it's giving me brain worms. Worms to. Feed the crows. Uhm.

*Drags myself out of my cave* I'm here, I'm here, answering asks just as I promised this weekend. THANK YOU for the ask, it's so sweet and wholesome and NOT LORE BASED!!!! (I'm just joshing, I love all asks I swear lmao) Okay, so, the first note! His wings absolutely flap around when he's like, yapping or excited, it's just AS IT SHOULD BE. I like to think that he has very good control over his wings due to the obvious size of them and the damage they could possibly cause if he doesn't remain aware of what they're doing at all times. However, when he gets excited or enthusiastic about anything, it's hard to remember that he's supposed to be careful with his wings and so of COURSE they start flapping around (just a little though, in an unconscious sense, because he would have to actively open his wings up). He's just not paying attention and he's getting super excited, so he's tensing up a little bit, and his wings are flapping around a little bit because of it! Alright, now the second note! Man, I had no idea who Sunday was until I searched him up, and after some research, I can confirm that Crowyuan definitely would grow wings upon his head if he reached far enough into his cultivation. Guys, he's going to have so many fucken wings, we're going to make him biblically accurate angel-core by the time he's really far into his cultivation. He's just wandering around with so many different pairs of wings on his back and down his spine, up the back of his neck even. It's so hard for him to sit down without accidentally crushing one of his wings or something in his heavenly form. Poor fucker. FINALLY, the third note! Once again, after some careful research (searching up the character and the outfit mentioned), I came to the decision that oh my god I'm madly in love with this Getian fellow. Like. My god. He's so pretty. He's so elegant. I love his outfit n- ANYWAY. Oh my godd, that's exactly how I pictured harpy Crowyuan. God damn it he's so pretty, I can't get over him, haha..that's how he looks. I point at that man and THAT'S HOW HE LOOKS!! About the outfit you mentioned (gorgeous, by the way), it depends on how much of his demonic instincts he embraces. If he's clinging to his human instincts (which..would be harder to do considering his form!), then he likely still wants modesty n so wouldn't show that much skin, but if he's embracing his demonic instincts/is born as a demon originally, then I can definitely see him wearing something like that :D