#but now i just keep thinking about it and i feel like it’s ruined my evening after i was trying to cheer up and i don’t want that

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The Favor 8

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Warnings- buckle up- Daddy kink, anal, BDSM, dom/sub dynamic, both soft and mean dom H, possessive H, spitting, use of sex toys, impact play, spanking.. probably more tbh. let me know if I missed one!!!

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Y/N could feel a shift in them, but she couldn’t exactly pinpoint where it started. 

Sitting in his bed, she had him standing on the side with her back towards him as nimble fingers curled into her hair as he brought them back into a plait. And for some reason, it felt more intimate than anything else they’d done so far. 

Getting back from the bar, Harry had been adamant that she take a quick shower and dry her hair, welcoming her back in with some cut up fruit and juice to have while he did her hair for her. No one had done it for her since her mum, and that was when she was just a wee little thing. 

Sitting in her nightie she’d packed specifically for his viewing pleasure, he’d given her a long look before muttering to her to get on the bed before he lost it again. 

So she did, following instructions yet again as he had hair ties from when he said his hair was longer. He was increasingly gentle, careful not to snag any knots as he moved her hair around and smoothed it back to avoid any weird spots or bubbles in the hair. When she asked why, he had simply said he wanted her hair out of her face. 

Considering they were going to the illusive club tomorrow, questions kept cropping up in her brain and it felt increasingly difficult to keep them from spewing out of her mouth, so she allowed them to be set free. Harry had always been good with her questions before, but she’d been a little nervous about ruining the comfortable silence they’d fallen into. 

“Do they know you at the club pretty well?” His fingers faltered in her hair at the question but only for a moment before righting themselves. 

“They do, yes. I had been a frequent flyer but I haven't been in a bit.” His voice was calm and gentle, much like his hands. It amazed her how rough and mean he could be during sex, could smack her and choke her, call her a set of holes, but the moment it stopped he treated her like the most delicate little flower whose petals were worth millions. It had thrown her off at first, she had to admit, but now it was something she was growing to look forward to. It was rare she got handled like she was precious and at first she had to admit it made her uneasy, but now? Now she was leaning into it like a kitten searching for pets. 

“May I ask why you stopped?” She was extremely curious about it, considering that had been the catalyst of their arrangement, but Y/N didn’t want to push too far into uncomfortable territory for him. 

“Well…” There was a sigh behind her. “I didn’t have a sub of my own and hooking up with someone for a single night isn’t fulfilling to me anymore. I desire a connection, trust… It had been hard for me lately to get into the headspace with someone I’d just met and wasn’t going to see again.” There was a pause as he finished the plait, fastening it with the hair tie. “Lately I’ve just been craving intimacy and a connection. For me, half of the fun of the lifestyle is having that trust. How much can you trust someone after an hour, y’know? It’s partially why I had us meet and discuss prior to even doing anything, and I took it slow with you. I didn’t just fuck you right then and there. A good dom would get to know you and have proper conversations before playing with you.” But internally, he really did hope no one else would get that privilege but himself. 

“I understand.” She turned around to face him, looking up at his still standing face from her position sitting with her legs crossed in a pretzel. “I was worried at first… you know, when we agreed to this. I’ve been eager to try, but I was also really nervous. I was nervous you’d not find me attractive or something I wanted to try would freak you out. Or…” There was a debate in her mind if she wanted to say it or not, but considering what had happened tonight, she decided to say it. “Or you’d just view sex as some sort of favor and not actually enjoy it.” 

It made him frown when she dropped her eyes from his own, fiddling with her fingers and avoiding contact. That was the last thing he’d thought of. If anything, he forgot about the Danny part and focused on building a dynamic with her far more than he should considering the consequences but he knew she wasn’t dumb. Even if they both didn’t say it, there was something deeper there. And while he wasn’t quite brave enough to admit feelings fully, he wasn’t about to let her think any bit of that could ever be true. 

“I enjoy it far more than I ever anticipated, and ever should have.” He said quietly, tapping her chin. “Look at me while we’re talking, darling- thank you.” A softer smile curled on his lips as he allowed himself to stroke her cheek, taking a deep inhale. “Don’t worry about any single part of that. I think… you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve set my eyes on. There’s a reason I didn’t talk to you so much when you were around. I knew my attraction to you would grow and you were someone else's… This was a twist of fate.” The admission made her eyes widen slightly but he wasn’t done. “And not a single thing you’ve mentioned has freaked me out. As someone with my background growing up and experiencing the community full force, I’ve seen it all and m’willing to try anything with you.” There was a twinge in his heart as she rested her cheek in his palm, giving him the softest eyes he’d ever seen in his life. He could see that she trusted him, but he had to ask. “Do you trust me, Y/N?” The question lingered in the air as he searched her features.

“I do.” There wasn’t a lick of hesitation. The girl held more trust in him than she did her own boyfriend which… she’d need to unpack later. “I know you’d never hurt me and have my best interest at heart.” It had been proven as much tonight when he’d stuck up for her, that he’d been so irritated with the other man for ignoring her, that he gave a fuck about how she felt. There were texts every day asking how her job was, if she ate, what she was doing to unwind, placing more care and interest in her than she’d felt in a long time. 

“I do, sweetheart. I really do. I care about you a lot.” The murmur was soft, their voices hushed even though no one could overhear. “I want t’make all of those fantasies you have come true. The one we talked about. I’ll take care of you, okay?” He felt her nod against his hand before gripping his wrist and pulling it towards her mouth. There was nothing said as he let her do what she wanted while watching curiously. The twinkle of mischief rose in her eye again, sparking a flame in his stomach as she exposed her pink tongue to him and brought the fingers that had been stroking her cunt while they were out into her mouth. 

Hearing him talk so sweetly about her had turned her on again. She’d been good tonight, at least she thinks so, but she wanted to tease him a little bit. Didn’t he know that being so nice to her would work her up? Couldn’t he guess that the sweeter he was, the wetter she got? She got both sides of him. Sweet Harry, and the mean Daddy she had slipped up with later. 

“Tastes like you, hm?” The tone shift was so easy, so quick that Y/N’s tummy flipped. “See… m’nice to you, and then you’ve got t’go and be a dirty little thing. Should’ve known to keep my sweet words to when you’re fucked out and limp. Turns you on when I’m sweet to you, doesn’t it?” It was a tease considering Harry knew he couldn’t stop himself from being nice to her. It was what he wanted. 

But right now he felt the mean streak kick back in. 

“Open wider.” He instructed, watching for her to listen, but she didn’t. Instead she sucked over his fingers again, testing his patience. “I told you to open.” One more chance he’d give her. 

Y/N was trying to misbehave. She wanted to see what he’d do. Pushing boundaries. See how he’d handle her. Taking his fingers into her throat, she gagged a little but kept them there as his gaze turned dark, eyes blazing at the misbehavior. This was what she meant by wanting to be a brat. 

She hadn’t expected him to kneel on the bed, taking her hair in his hand while ripping the wet fingers from her mouth. She hadn’t seen the slap coming. Wet fingers smacked over her cheek, shocking her slightly as the sting made her throb. He’d only done this twice before, but the submissive really fucking liked it. A moan left her throat as soon as it pulled away, making him snarl. Again, his fingers swiped against her cheek, making her mouth open a little bit. 

“Fucking brat.” He grit out. “Serves me right for being nice t’you. And to think I was going to be nice to you tonight…” He sighed, shaking his head. “Open that fucking mouth or I’ll force it open.” 

Y/N was tempted to disobey but she wanted to see why he wanted it, so she listened. Tongue out, she fluttered her lashes at him as the grip on her braid stung against her scalp. She hadn’t expected him to lean forward, pursing his lips and spitting right into her mouth. “Don’t swallow. Keep it there- Don’t fucking move.” He ordered, though he didn’t do anything else. He simply stared at her, eyes narrowed as she looked back up at him. This view was perfect in her opinion. She felt small, delicate, like he could throw her around- but so strong and confident like this. It felt like she was capable of anything. 

“Since you want t’call me your Daddy so badly, I think we should take care of that. Acting like a fucking brat, even after I was so nice and let you cum on my fingers in the middle of the week…” Shaking his head, he leaned in again and spit right on the flat of her tongue before using the sucked fingers to spread it over her tongue and down on her chin, letting some drip off her tongue down to her tits. “Now you can swallow.” 

Y/N hadn’t seen this bit yet. There had been peeks of it, little hints, but his demeanor had shifted into something she’d been dying to see. Just like in the hallway, she wanted him to take. Take, take, take until she had given it all to him. “Sorry, Sir.” She whispered, not daring to wipe herself clean. The mess was what she deserved, a filthy badge of honor.

A look of disapproval was shot her way as he used her hair as a leash, leading her to the very edge of the bed. “No, no, no, Darling.” He scolded, shaking his head at the honorific. “Where’s that other name that you called me when begging for my load inside you?” His eyebrow raised. “I liked that one for tonight. Let me hear that.” 

“Sorry, Daddy.” she whispered, wincing as he arched her head back. 

“Yeah, y’should be. Pissed me the fuck off.” At that he could see her shrink a little in her form, making him take a moment to check on her. Softening his voice, he caught her attention and gentled his grip for a moment to give her a chance to give her a beat to say something if need be. “You know how to use your colors. Where are you right now?”

“Green.” She nodded. “I don’t want to really upset you though.” 

“You’re not, sweetheart. You’re alright.” He promised, leaning down to kiss her once before his mask slipped back on. “Now I think…. That we should teach you some manners. Can you handle yourself for a moment? I think I’ve got the solution to get that brattiness out of your system.” 

Y/N nodded,  more than willing to hand over quite literally anything the man had to offer. It was pathetic but she found herself vying for even a tiny bit of his approval. The man had control of her body in ways she’d only dreamt of, so of course she’d hand it over on a silver platter. “What do you want from me, Daddy?” She whispered, watching his eyes as they trailed over her with this smirk that slightly unnerved her. 

“I think… I’ve given your cunt a good amount of attention tonight. It’s time for me to play with your ass.” 

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Y/N was slightly humiliated as she pressed her cheek to the mattress, Harry’s spit still on her chin as her arms extended back so her hands could spread her ass open for him. He wasn’t even paying attention to her yet, instead looking through the bedside table for whatever it is that he was going to use on her. 

Was she nervous? Of course she was. The only play she’d had with her ass had been on her own accord or when Harry had stuck his thumb in, but the excitement heavily outweighed it. If she could choose anyone to be her first in this, it would be him. Sure, he’d bully her a little because he knew that was what she liked, but he’d take care of her. Harry always took care of her, no matter what. Sex or not. He was slowly overtaking her brain and she found that it was exactly how she liked it. 

“Such pretty holes.” His voice broke her out of her train of thought, heat raising on her cheeks as she could feel his gaze. Completely exposed for him to see, she felt the cool air on her most intimate parts as his warm hand ran over her now clean inner thigh. “You’re already wet. Seems you do like a bit of humiliation, don’t you pet?” It was rhetorical, so she kept her mouth shut. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time I got a peek at this ass. Did y’know that? It’s fucking gorgeous.” There was no hint of shame in his own tone, speaking as if he was in awe of her. “And here you are, spreading yourself open so I can see the puffy little cunt I just abused and that untouched hole. It’s an honor to be the first to have it.”

He was understating it a lot, at least for now. Satisfaction of being the only man to take her ass was something that fueled his ego tremendously, knowing he would be the single person who got to feel how tight and hot it could be around his prick. His hopes of Y/N deciding to choose him instead were his motivation, as unhealthy as it may be. “Here’s our options- and make no fuckin’ mistake, you’re only getting options because its the first time you’re getting fucked here.” In future scenes he would be deciding and she could color out, or talk to him if she didn’t like it. “We can put a plug in you. Let you sit there with it in, but you’ll have to lay with me for a while and let it stretch you more. Or,” He ran a finger over the little hole, smiling when she jolted again. “Daddy can open you up with fingers, place that vibrator you liked so much on your clit and take you when I feel you’re ready. That one may hurt a bit more going in but… you said you like a bit of pain, yeah?” 

The girl did. Pushing her ass back against his finger, she nodded heavily at the second option. “Second, please. Please I want..  I don’t want to wait a long time, Daddy.” 

“Hm… Do you really think you can handle it, Puppy?” He clicked his tongue, moving his finger away from her ass and down to her swollen clit. “I know you’re a bit of a whore, but you know m’not small. It’s not gonna be easy for that tiny hole to take. May have to force it in a little.” It was incredible to him how she reacted to his words so visibly, making it so fucking easy to read her. Maybe they were just in tune with one another, but the little inhale she made clued him in to just how much she liked that. 

“I can do it. I can, it’ll fit. I promise, I can be good and take it. I can take you cock anywhere, I want it so fucking bad, Daddy.” Her voice shook a little, surprising the dominant as he looked down at the body he was meant to ruin. Again, the surge of possessiveness rose to the surface of his skin and bubbled in his blood. Of course she could take it. Of course his little brat would be willing to do anything he wanted, because she was fucking made for him. 

“Alright, pet.” He feigned a resigned sigh. “Don’t disappoint me then. You’re gonna have t’make sure you can take it then.” Excitement was tingling the base of his spine, his cock fully hard again as he left her in her position to go and grab the toy. The Hitachi needed to be plugged into the outlet, which took a moment to do. 

“Daddy?” Her voice called to him, a bit apprehensive. His heart melted a little as he walked to her, toy in hand. 

“It’s alright, Puppy. Didn’t go anywhere too far. Had to get some supplies.” Laying them out beside her, he swatted her hands away from holding herself open. “You’re going to hold this on your pretty clit for me while I open you up. Do you think you can handle that? Or shall I go and get tape so I can keep it there?”

Shivers went up her spine as she imagined it, being forced to cum over and over again with the vibrations coursing through her body. For now, she thought she could handle it, but it was an increasingly enticing idea. “I can do it, Daddy. I’ll be good, I can handle it.”  Harry let out a noise of doubt that only made her huff. “I can! Why did you make that noise?”

A rough spank was laid right to the bottom of her thigh, making her yelp. “Don’t talk back. I asked a simple question, no need for the dramatics.” His voice was stern, a little mean, and she could feel her poor cunt throbbing at the demeanor he had. There had been something so utterly delicious, she had found out, about a man who could fuck like he hated you but worshipped you in all other aspects. He would cover her body in soft kisses and cooling lotion when they were done and hand feed her fruit, but right now it was seeing the other side of the coin.  “Now, I’m going to start. You ask before you cum, and if I tell you to take it away, you do as I say. Am I understood?” 

“Yes.” Y/N sulked, only to be spanked again. “Why?!” The exclamation made his own sigh even louder. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” Forgetting that had been an accident, but Y/N couldn’t lie and say his strict demeanor didn’t get her going. 

She was relatively calm though her excitement could be felt in her stomach. Her cunt had been fucked thoroughly in the dark hallway, an undeniable excitement lingering in her body when she remembered leaving with her lips swollen and cum dripping down her thigh. The man who thought he owned her had barely given her a second look, while the one who she looked to for comfort had his hand on the small of her back. It still astounded her how much trust she had put into Harry. How quickly they’d clicked, how he was so in tune with her body and her thoughts that sometimes he knew what she was feeling or thinking before she was even aware of it. 

“Fucking brat.” He muttered, placing the toy into her hands and letting her position it accordingly. “Be good for me, or you aren’t getting fucked.”

With that, the toy was switched on by his thumb at the lowest setting, and the fun began. 

Harry’s view was impeccable. It was always a beautiful thing to see a submissive bare themselves to you, but it was even better when that submissive was Y/N. She had already placed so much trust in him, already chosen him a plethora of times and proven her place. The cravings he’d had of her throughout the week had been almost debilitating. Half the time he was tempted to tell her to come over after work and say fuck it all to the weekend arrangement. Have her sit in his foyer with nothing on when he got home, or in his bed. 

Clicking open the cap of the cherry lubricant, he let a bit dribble down and over her hole. It had been something he’d been looking forward to since she had mentioned it to him, but now that he was getting to do it, that he was smearing his fingers to spread the lube over her while he felt the vibrations work through her body, the excitement only kept building. “This is pretty, y’know.” He mumbled. “Made to be fucked. Think all of your holes were. Makes sense that you’re such a filthy whore.” 

Y/N whimpered underneath him, rubbing her face into the duvet. He had considered tying her hair up so she couldn’t move her head, but that was something else he had to look forward to one day. There were so many options for them that his brain was constantly coming up with more plans, new debauchery to put her body through. His cock was scorching under his briefs, his pants tight, but he was far more focused on her. She was doing well so far, but he was waiting for a slip up. There wouldn’t be much grace given until his cock was buried in that tight little hole. 

“If you’d told me that the pretty girl who walked up all shy to be in that cafe would have her cunt dripping from being degraded while I prepared her ass to be fucked, I’d have been shocked. I imagine most people would. You come off as so sweet, demure… Such a good girl. But you’re nothing but a cock thirsty whore.” His hand pulled back to spank the round of her flesh, a mewl leaving her throat as she trembled slightly. “See? Have half a mind to record this. Maybe next time I will. Take a video of your pretty face while my cock splits your ass open, keep it bookmarked on my phone. So many things I want to do to you, my pet, and such little time in the day.” Clicking his tongue, he ran his finger over the pucker of her ass. It clenched around nothing, making him bite back a groan. She was completely and utterly exposed for him, at his mercy. Better yet, this is where she wanted to be. She chose this, came home with him after giving her boyfriend a metaphorical fuck you, and was now handing over her untouched hole with an eagerness he hadn’t seen in many people. 

“If it makes you happy, Daddy.” She said shakily, panting slightly. 

“Exactly. You’d do anything to make Daddy happy.” The dominant crooned, giving little warning as he pushed the tip of her finger into her ass. He could feel her start to shift her hips, so his opposite hand cracked over her hot skin again to cut it out. “Stop being fucking greedy. Barely got a quarter of a finger in there and you’re trying to fuck yourself on it. Pathetic.” 

Y/N apologized wearily, trying her best to keep still as his finger sunk in deeper. The toy’s vibrations against her clit had her feeling on edge already, but the intrusion in her ass was making her eyes water. “Sorry, I’m sorry but it feels good, Daddy. I want more.” 

Harry scoffed in amazement. This little thing had been having vanilla, missionary sex? She’d been subjected to holding back her true wants and for what? She should have always belonged to him. He knew what to do with her. Harry knew how to please her, how to work a body and a mind who craved this sort of stuff. “I know you do, Puppy. Want to thump your little leg and whine for more like a real pet, but you’re going to take whatever the fuck I give you, and you’re going to like it.” 

Of course, because of her begging, he let himself draw it out. 

Two minutes in she had warned she was going to cum, so he demanded she take the toy away for a minute before putting it back on, one setting higher. 5 minutes in and he added another finger, almost sending her into another orgasm. This time he had her hold the toy away for two minutes, repeating the cycle. Fucking the fingers into her tight channel, he could only imagine how good it was going to feel on his cock. 

“M’gonna add the third, and this time I think I’ll be generous and let you cum. You’ve been a good girl.” His voice softened up, putting his clean hand down and switching it to the next setting. “After that we’re going to try.” Harry was plenty aware of the fact that she had taken it like a champ. He’d even prepared her in the past when they spoke of it that he wouldn’t be upset if she needed more to work into it, but Y/N was definitely a go-getter. 

He watched carefully as he slowly worked the third finger in, watching her reactions. He’d been vigilant for her comfort, and while no one took fingers in the arse as a walk in the park the first time, she had done impressively well. Even with the ruined orgasms which he knew pissed her off immensely, she had been so fucking good and he couldn’t wait to reward her for it. “What’s your color, sweet girl?”

“Green- green, so green Daddy.” She slurred. “I’m so close. I-I’m gonna cum so soon.” This was the place he wanted to get her to, the slightly delirious pleasure filled state of mind that would make it all the more easy on her. The lax bodied ease in which she would be able to take his cock with less tenseness. 

“Go on, baby. Make a mess of yourself so you can take my cock in this pretty little hole.”

It seemed like his permission was enough to set her off. He felt her whole body shake, clenching around his fingers with her walls as she let out a wail he hadn’t heard from her before. Thighs trembling, hand accidentally losing grip of the toy and fingers tensing in the air as she backed into his fingers before trying to get away. His unoccupied hand gripped her hip and kept her in place, praising her as his fingers didn’t stop. In and out, he massaged and stretched her open as the orgasm rattled her bones. 

“That’s my best girl. Knew you could do it, little thing.” He cooed, soothing her skin as she stopped trying to escape the feeling. “Poor pussy, s’a lot hm? Daddy made you wait a little bit to cum, but it was worth it.” 

Y/N nodded into the soft fabric, not yet able to find her voice. This time he didn’t scold her, knowing it probably was intense from the mixture of new sensations and edging with quite a powerful toy. Instead he let her work through it, waiting for her to give him a sign. “Puppy? Alright?” 

“M’amazing.” She giggled, slapping her hand around to find the vibrator. “Can I turn it off, please?”

“Course. Go on, pet. It’s just about time for the real fun to start.”

—-

Y/N was boneless under him, tensing only when he slowly pulled fingers out to dribble some more lubricant over her hole. “Need to get it nice n’wet, my pet.” He was careful to describe what he was doing now that they were getting closer to the real thing. “M’gonna get my cock nice and slick too, make it easier to slide in. You’re a snug little thing, need to make sure we get you as comfortable as possible. 

She had no doubt in her mind that he would do that. Harry had never failed in taking care of her, always making sure she had what she needed. Maybe with quite literally anyone else she would be shaking with nervous, but with him it was only a tiny tremor in her hands. His unlubed fingers had stroked her hair away from her face and made her look at him, promising she was okay to continue before he had gotten to this point. His clothes off, his body heat radiating from behind her. “Okay, Daddy.” 

This mindset was newer to her. Everything felt a little fuzzy and a bit like slow motion but she didn’t feel scared. It was comforting. His voice was deep and calm, at least for now, brushing over her skin like a feather. If she could, she would arch into his words like a cat looking for a pet from it’s owner. Perhaps that was because that’s sort of what she felt like. 

“See? When you listen to instructions and don’t act like a brat, you’re so sweet.” He praised. “I’m gonna be a bit meaner to you, but it’s okay because my slutty little puppy quite likes it, I reckon.” 

She did. She did, she did, she did. She liked how pretty his voice was when he degraded her and acted like she was just a hole for him to unload his cum into. If that was what he wanted her to be, she would happily take it all like the overly eager puppy she turned him into. Something about the man and his demeanor, both as a dominant and a man in general, had her wanting to roll over and submit. There were stark differences between how Dom Harry and Regular Harry treated her, but they fell into the most delicious melting pot that she wanted to submerge her whole body in. “I like anything you do to me, Daddy.” She responded like the perfect little pet she was. 

Harry cooed at her, leaning over her body and placing a kiss on her shoulder. “I know. It’s what makes us so fun, isn’t it? I want to do nasty, dirty, horrible things to you… and you want to let me.” 

Y/N keened as she felt the tip of his cock slap a few times over her hole, eyes fluttering shut. It had been a long time in the making, and she wanted to feel him inside of her. In a place no one else had been before. It would be his, in her mind.

“You tell me if it’s too much. Color if you need to. Do you understand me?” 

Y/N nodded, humming to him, but that wasn’t good enough. A tap to her hip made her eyes peel back open to look at him, his eyes narrowed on her. “Words, Y/N. Tell me you understand how to use your colors and you feel safe.” Oooo, the government name.  If this wasn't the first time they were doing this he likely wouldn’t be so heavy on the double and triple checking, but it was a lot for her to take. He was a lot for her to take. 

“I understand, Daddy. I know I’m safe and I know how to use my colors. Please, fuck me now.” 

Harry gave her a warning glare before he exhaled through his nose, muttering about ‘where his good girl had gone’, but took it for now. They were both keyed up and ready to finally do this, and he couldn’t help that. 

It was cool in the room, but she felt hot all over, particularly under the skin, as his cock rubbed over the well lubed hole. 

Her brain’s fuzzy feeling returned as she felt the first bit begin to push in. It wasn’t entirely pleasant, as she knew it probably wouldn’t be, but she wasn’t about to tap out. Taking quick breaths, she was reminded by the dominant to change that. “Deep, slow breaths. You’ll hyperventilate if you keep doing that.” He murmured, rubbing small circles into her hip. 

His eyes were zoned in on the side of her face as he watched her grip the duvet in front of her. Ever so attentive, she knew he would stop if she asked but there was no point in asking that. Even when it hurt a bit, like he was stretching her so far out that she’d split, she didn’t do anything but curl her fingers and toes, making herself breathe through it. Harry was soft with his words, gentle with his touches as she let him sink into her slowly. 

There was no rushing this. Her body felt like molasses the longer he was inside of her,  not bothering to ask how much more was left. She’d done her research before she ever met Harry but even more after the fact about how to get through it. Deep breaths, good prep, communication. All three things she had actively gotten from him. It was now a journey of waiting for her body to stretch and accept. 

“I’m okay.” She whispered, reaching her hand back to his on her hip. “I feel okay. You can keep going.” He had little bits where he would wait a few moments before continuing to push in, but she wanted it over with. It was starting to become more pleasurable as her body adjusted and he was being cautious with her, but she could take it. 

“Okay.” He agreed, flipping over his hand and letting her hold it. 

Harry was trying his best not to take her out of the moment, or to cum himself. It felt stupidly good, the wet heat engulfing him and clenching around as she tried to adjust to the feeling. Was she truly tighter than anyone else he had, or was he just far more attached to her than the rest? It was something he’d need to unpack later while she was asleep in his bed and he could be creepy and look over her, but at the current moment he couldn’t recall another time where he had felt this good being inside of someone else. “M’gonna grind into you a bit, okay?” He warned her, slowly rocking his hips and hearing her gasp at the small movements. 

God, it felt so good. Like a damn vice, her hole gripping him tight as her nails dug into the back of his hand. For a second he was going to ask if she needed a moment, but the broken moan that left her swollen lips clued him into it. It was the complete opposite. “Oh, Puppy… You like how that feels?” 

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, spreading her legs a bit more. “I’m so f-full.” 

The way she said it was going to be ingrained in his wank bank forever. Whiny and shivery, but full of pleasure. Like she couldn’t believe how well she was filled. “You are. Nice n’snug inside this perfect hole. Think I was right about you being made to be fucked. Though… I think it’s mainly by me, yeah? Pretty holes made to be filled by me, cause I fill ‘em so perfectly.” 

“Yeah, Daddy.” She mewled, arching slightly as he pushed in a bit further. “It’s so perfect and I l-love it. It hurts but it feels so good n’I wanna do it again.” 

“Haven’t even finished this one and you’re already planning our next fuck… Really are Daddy’s girl. Addicted to my cock inside of you, jus’ like I’m obsessed with filling you.” She didn’t know just how true those words rang out now. How he had poured over the fact that he liked her far more than he should for an arrangement like this, how he had been so desperate for her that he’d broken his rule -which he never does as a dominant- and made her cum in the bathroom during their lunch because he had wanted to make her feel good so badly that it made him feel borderline insane. 

“I am. I’m Daddy’s girl.” She babbled, pushing back into him. “I can take more. You can- you can fuck me. I can take it, I promise. Green.” The urging made him chuckle to himself because fuck, could she get any more perfect?  Make it any more obvious that she was completely and utterly made for him, saying all the shit he had been hoping she would? 

For once, the dominant couldn’t tell his submissive no. 

He was slow about it at first, listening to her mewl. Filling her up and pulling out shallowly, letting her adjust to the action. The man relished in the feeling of her stretching and clinging to him, greedily trying to keep him inside of her.  It became increasingly hard to keep his composure, but the good news was that Y/N didn’t want him to. 

The slow crescendo gained momentum, the hand she was holding falling down as she tried to move herself onto her hands. While he had been trying to keep it slower for her, it seemed his submissive craved more- fucking herself back onto him with the sweetest whines being punched out of her as she did so. The gall, the audacity of the girl had him laughing under his breath- but he wasn’t going to let it go.

His hand gripped her hair, swiftly pulling it around his fist like a leash and pulling her up onto her knees. “If you want more, you’ll take it like this.” It was reminiscent of their other time he loved to look back on, but his prick was filling a different hole. Teeth descended onto her neck as he picked up the pace, biting down as she squealed his honorific into the air. “Oh, what? Is it too deep? Too much? You want to get greedy and now it’s too much for that slutty hole?” He cooed, the condescending tone making her shiver. “That’s too fucking bad then. You know what to say to get me to stop.” Unless she uttered that word, he knew she could take it. 

Y/N felt lightheaded in the best way. This new sort of pleasure had her dripping all over her thighs, her clit pulsing between her legs as he fucked into her ass. Pounded it, really, in a way she had only dreamed about. Pinpricks on her scalp from the grip on her hair, involuntary noises being punched out of her lungs from the pressure, she was feeling her eyes lull with each thrust. It was only with him, she didn’t have to think about anything but how good she felt. How to please him, how to piss him off, how he would make her cum. The most primal of urges being met, all the while he was focused on her. There was no thought of work infiltrating his brain, or sports, or the distraction of texts or pulling out mid stroke for a phone call- no. In their intimate moments, Harry was just as tuned into her as she was, him. 

“You fuck me so good.” Somewhere along the line, those thoughts had her tearing up. This was the first partner in which she had felt the reciprocated want, the attention she felt she deserved being laid down onto her. Her eyes stung but there was no way to stop it as the tears began to dribble down her cheeks. Something like an emotional release starting as the physical pleasure began to bubble up in her stomach, his hand winding around to the front to circle her slippery clit. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop fucking me.” 

The words probably held more weight than she realized, her shuddering voice making him groan into her neck. “As long as you want me, I’ll keep going.” His voice was deep with the pleasure, hoarse as he promised her he wouldn’t stop. “You feel so good, baby. I’ll give you whatever you need. Don’t ever worry.” turning her head, his tongue licked over the salty tear that had fallen down her cheek. “Your holes are mine, aren’t they? Every single one. No one else’s. Only for Daddy to fuck. Took this ass n’now it’s mine.” He himself was losing it a bit at her declaration, finding himself close. “My perfect slut.”

The intensity was high but neither of them wanted to stop. Unspoken words thick in the air as the pleasure filled both of their bodies, leading them towards their ends sooner than they’d want. It was when his fingers filled her pussy and his the heel of his palm smacked against her clit as he fucked her in both holes that she new she couldn’t stop her upcoming orgasm. 

“Yeah- uh-huh, just use me. I’ll be good, I’ll be so, so good for you Daddy. They’re yours, I’m yours. I’m yours, I promise- Oh, fuck.” She sobbed, feeling his fingers quicken on her clit. “I need to cum. I need to cum, Please, please let me. You can keep fucking me, Jus’ let me cum. I’m so good, I’m your good little slut.”

“Y-yeah.” His mouth fell open and the moan was loud and slightly shaky.  “Cum for me. Cum for me, pretty fucking girl, I’m gonna cum in you. Let go, It’s okay- Give it t’me. Give it.” He demanded, his mouth shadowing her own as they inhaled each other’s pants. They were glistening and sticky with sweat, sloppy on the thighs, lips swollen and marked up in the most animalistic way and they’d never been more in tune with their bodies- or each other. 

Y/N couldn’t stop herself as she got permission, his pulsing fingers getting one specific spot inside of her and his cock filling her ass over and over again sending her over the edge. White flashed her vision as she shuddered in his arms, a unfamiliar scream leaving her throat. Gushing around his fingers, she squirted a little stream of liquid down his hand. Both holes clenching, her body unsure if she should push herself closer or pull away, she sobbed out his name. “Harry- Harry, oh my fuck-” 

The combination of many things had led to his own orgasm, but it was particularly his real name that had him pushed to his limits. His own pathetic moan of hers followed, pulling her mouth to his own as he kissed her messily. Each pulse of his balls added another stream of cum inside of her, thighs twitching as he felt some of his strength draining along with his cock. He was in slight disbelief how intense he felt it, his toes feeling damn near numb as he tried to snap back into caretaker mode as he unwound his hand from her hair and slowly leaned her down to lay on the bed. 

“Oh, baby…” He whispered, peppering kisses to her cheeks. “Fuck, sweet girl… what the fuck are you doin’ to me?” A laugh of disbelief left his swollen lips, nudging his nose against hers. Y/N let out a weak noise of acknowledgement, melting right into the bed as he laid on top of her. Doing his best to keep his weight from squishing her, he tried to gain some composure with deep breathing. He’d fallen into a different headspace there, and it had been quite a while since he had done it. Forever, really, for that certain brand of it. It wasn’t just a dominant headspace, but one that felt something for the girl he was inside of. More than what was allowed. At this point though, he didn’t particularly care about the logistics of it. 

There was no way he wasn’t going to make this girl his. Ethics be damned. 

“Angel? Y’alright?” He whispered, getting a grunt from her. “Yeah? I’m gonna have to pull out in a few seconds so I can get the stuff to take care of you. I’ll be slow, and come right back.” It wasn’t like he wanted to go anywhere from her, If he had it his way he’d be inside of her 24/7. But he needed to take proper care of his girl, and aftercare was something he simply wouldn’t skip. 

“No.” She whimpered. “Don’t want you t’go.” The words were muffled together, like her lips weren't working that well, and it made the man smile. She was well and truly fucked out. This time, though, it was mutual. 

“I have to, sweetheart. Don’t want you laying in all this filth. Sticky, aren’t you?” He knew he was. It was worse for her, considering she had been double stuffed with his cum today. Internally, he was very happy about that.

“A little.” She huffed, turning her head and eyeing him. “I don’t wanna move. I don’t think I’ve got bones, Daddy.” The whisper made him smile, knowing that she was still in that space. He’d work her out of it, make sure she was all clean and boneless while feeling safe. 

“You’ve got bones, love. Daddy jus’ fucked you pretty good.” He smoothed the sweaty strands of hair from her face. “Do you need something before I go n’grab the stuff to make you feel like you’ve got bones again?” 

Her face turned a little more, lips puckering out. “Kissy, please.” 

When he’d look back at it later, he would pinpoint that as the moment all the defenses around his heart broke. There was no more denying it. She had him. Hook, line and sinker.  

[riiwrites]

“dancing in the dark.”

summary : when the BSD men catch you dancing.

includes : chuuya, dazai, fyodor

request : “i was thinking what fyodor, dazai and chuuya would react if their s/o is actually a dancer and keeps it a secret from them!” - 💙

a/n: thank you so much for the request, angel!! i really tried to fit the description as you requested in your og ask, i hope it’s fit to your standards :) also tysm to my lovely poe for being my russian translator for the nicknames that fyodor uses in this fic! show him some love, they’re so so great <3 @cherrymoka222

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CHUUYA

• Chuuya truly thought he knew everything about you. From your likes to dislikes, your personality traits and little silly habits. He thought he had you figured out.

• That was until, he caught you in the garden.

• Moving elegantly but so swiftly, he was in awe.

• He didn’t dare to disturb you, thinking this moment was just so perfect to ruin.

• And he thought, if you were to hide such a thing from him, how would you react if he knew? So he never confronts you about it.

• That is until, he has a better idea.

“Right, baby..I’m gonna head to bed.” Chuuya announced with a yawn, making you turn your head as you nod softly, smiling at him.

“Kay.”

He begins to walk out the room, as soon as he reaches the doorway however, he takes one last little glance at you and smiles to himself before heading off.

An hour or so later, the normal time you would often “head to bed” came around but in reality, you’re heading to your escape in the garden.

As you head towards the back door, you couldn’t help but have a sneaky feeling that something was different about tonight.

Oh how you were so right.

There stood Chuuya, still in his normal work attire with a big smirk on his face as he watched your little suspicious look turn into one of shock.

“Hey.” He says.

“..Hey..” You repeat, slowly making your way towards him. As you did, you noticed the scenery around you.

The bushes surrounding and sculpting the area were lit beautifully with fairy-lights scattered across them left to right, with a little boombox sat on a nearby table with slow jazz playing softly in the background.

“..So you know..?” You ask.

“Oh I know.” He instantly says, letting out a chuckle as he saw your flushed face out of embarrassment.

“Come now, doll..why the face? You shouldn’t be embarrassed.” He says softly, walking towards you and creating the distance between you both smaller and smaller with each passing second. “I think it’s beautiful.” He whispers as he reaches out to touch you, lifting your chin up with his gloved fingers.

You shyly locate your eyes to find his, a little hesitance in your voice as you whispered “Really?”

He nodded, his smirk now changing to a soft and comforting smile as he whispers back. “Really.” The tone in his voice sounding so sincere and full of genuine honesty made you feel giddy.

He leans in and kisses your lips ever so gently, before pulling away after a few seconds to hold out his hand towards you.

“Can I?” He asks.

You smile, nodding as you put your hand in his, and he slowly walks backwards and guides you throughout the garden, spinning you around and dancing with you in the dark as if time was nonexistent.

DAZAI

• This smug bastard already has a pretty fine idea about your talent.

• He’s already onto your every move.

• Why? Because he sees the way your eyes light up once anything dance related shows up on the screen and you look so engrossed with it.

• He thinks it’s adorable, really. He’s always known you’ve had a liking for dance.

• But, catching you whilst you’re actually dancing just like the stars on TV? Moving so graciously with your legs as you slowly make the garden your own.

• He could watch you for hours, and he did.

You walk on water like it’s fragile to touch, the little ripples appearing just below your toes as you tread ever so lightly but dance with such a powerful impact that could make everyone stop and stare.

Well, it made someone specific stop and stare.

“Wow..” You’re instantly snapped out of your thoughts as you fall straight into the water, snapping your head towards the sound of your disturbance. You shoot him a glare.

“Whaaat? Can’t I watch my beautiful bella dance like nobody’s watching?”

“Well someone’s clearly watching.” You scoff as you stand up, your lower half now drenched in water.

“I’ve been watching you for hours, Y’know~” He chimes, smirking as you step out of the water and shake your legs to remove any excess water.

“How did I not notice your eery gaze carving holes into the back of me..?” You whisper to yourself, but Dazai answers your rhetorical question anyway.

“I’ve actually known about your little talent for months now, you just haven’t spotted me. Until today when I was oh so rudely interrupted..” He sighs heavily.

“Okay, one, Joe Goldberg, cool it.” You retort as you walk towards the back door, to which he was standing in front of. “And two, you interrupted me! I would’ve kept dancing if you kept your mouth shut..”

“Oh?~” He says, his smirk only growing wider. “Is that an invitation, dear?”

You couldn’t help your blush as you look up at him, smiling a little as your annoyed facade fades. “..Maybe..”

He smiles, hopping off the steps leading to the back door and placing a kiss on your forehead. “Aren’t you just the sweetest when you’re not mad at me?” He says, then, he flicks your forehead.

“Ow!- dick..” You murmur as Dazai walks past you, giggling to himself as he reaches the bit of the garden to which you were dancing on.

“Well? Show me the VIP experience, bella.”

You couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes as you rush to the pool of water as Dazais eyes follow you, waiting patiently for you to begin.

As you begin to dance and return to your concentrated look. Dazai stares with the biggest smile on his face as he watches you take the night away with your actions. God, how lucky was he?

And he could’ve sworn he fell in love with you all over again, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

FYODOR

• Like Dazai, he knows about your liking towards dancing.

• But, he doesn’t know you actually do it, he just thought it was something you enjoyed to watch.

• You tried your hardest to hide it from him, simply because you didn’t want to bother him with your interests whilst he was busy working and didn’t want to be a distraction.

• He suspected something the moment you started acting suspicious around him, you could never hide anything from him.

• He eventually found out about it one day when he was reading and then suddenly heard piano music being played from outside.

• His interest was piqued almost immediately, as he closed his book and slowly made his way throughout the house and out to the garden.

• He had his suspicions, and as he reached the door and opened it quietly, they were confirmed.

• There you were, dancing ever so beautifully and spinning heavenly. Why would you hide this from him?

• He wanted to find out, and he was going to.

Soon, the music came to an end, putting an end to your routine as you descend from your tiptoes and onto the ground flat. There were a few seconds of silence until the area was filled with sounds of slow clapping.

You could’ve swore you heard your heart stop.

“Myshka..why’d you stop?” He says with a little smirk. You turn around slowly as your met with your lovers strong gaze.

“Oh..uhm..because the song..ended..” You stammer, looking down at your feet as you could practically feel your inner self growing smaller and smaller with each moment of silence.

Fyodor walks towards you, hands clasped together. “What a performance, lapachka..You move so elegantly.” He compliments you, to which you blush and move your hands to your face.

“You weren’t supposed to know..” You muffle out, and he can’t help but chuckle at your cute actions. He gently takes your hands and pulls them from your face, giving you the same smile but this time, it looked comforting.

“And why not?” He asks.

“I just..” You pause, becoming careful with your words. “I didn’t want to bother you with it..”

His gaze becomes softer as he appears a bit confused, and also..saddened? It only lasts a second though as his smirk returns and he strokes your cheek.

“You could never bother me, dear..” He whispers as he kisses your lips. You close your eyes and kiss him back, going up on your tiptoes to get a better angle. He pulls away and continues stroking your cheek, before pulling away and walking past you and heading towards the music player himself.

You raise an eyebrow as you turn towards him. “..What are you doing?” You ask skeptically. He switches on a channel of classical music, looking up at you with the same look on his face as he extends a hand out towards you.

“Come.” He says, and you instantly follow.

He takes your hand and you both begin to way to the music, his feet moving just the same as yours as if he was an expert on what he was doing. You were surprised.

“How are you so experienced with this?” You giggle.

“I’ve adapted to the area of dancing in..every lifetime let’s just say..” He replies, spinning you around slowly once before going back to sway with you. You smile, making Fyodor chuckle just a little.

You both danced for most of the night, and being in eachothers arms made Fyodor think he was one of the luckiest men in the world.

Maybe living in this lifetime wasn’t so bad, as long as it meant being with you.

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[milla-frenchy]

Sexting

600 words | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist Summary: you’re sexting at night with your boyfriend’s dad Warnings: 18+ mdni. age gap (reader in her early 20s, Joel in his late 40s), infidelity, daddy kink, masturbation (f/m), possessiveness, mention of anal play/anal a/n: same "couple": Owned, but can be read alone Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 💕

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Are you awake, baby girl? Yes daddy. Miss u

I miss you too, baby Was watching the video of my cock buried in your ass Mmm... you fucked my ass so good yesterday You like my ass daddy? You love how my little hole tightens around your fat cock? Christ Your sweet cunt and you little ass are just made for me They are, daddy And what about my mouth? 😏 Oh I love your mouth. Love when it’s full of my cock Love to fuck your throat And I love when you come in my mouth, daddy Fuck Yeah, me too baby, damn You'd like to be in my bed right now? Rather than in his? Yes 🫠🥵🥵🥵🥵 Were you thinking about my cock baby before I texted you? Thinking how I would spread that little cunt? I was, miss your cock so much Oh baby I already filled you this afternoon, but you can’t get enough uh?  I can’t You’re always fucking me so good Such a good girl for me Is he sleeping, baby? Next to you? Yes, daddy I want you to think about my cock, and I want you to touch your pretty cunt for me  Now, daddy? In his bed? Yes, baby girl Ok, I’m rubbing my clit, daddy What position are you in? On my stomach. Phone in my left hand, at the edge of the bed Right hand in my panties That’s perfect baby Be careful not to wake him I want you to be quiet Won’t wake him up don’t worry I often cum at night thinking about u, u know Next to him, when he’s asleep I bury one finger in my pussy and rub my clit Think about you and your cock until I clench on my finger Oh baby… I’m fucking hard reading this Keep touching her. Think how my shaft would rub against your pussy, baby Tell me how wet you’d be I’d be dripping daddy. Want your 🍆 so bad Tell me how you’d want me to fuck you, baby girl Rough. Always rough Want u to ruin me Fuck I’m jacking off baby.  Wish you could hear me fisting my cock, thinking about your cunt I wish I could daddy That’s so hot I’m so wet Fuck Want her so bad. You know she’s mine, right? Yours daddy, always Wanna fill your pretty, soft little hole with my cock Want to fuck your ass with my thumb And maybe fuck it with my cock too Your head in my pillow, like yesterday Yes daddy, please You know how much I love it How are you rubbing your clit now, baby? Fast I’m so sensitive rn Gonna come soon Are you dripping, baby girl?  Are you soaking his sheets for me Yes. Fuck You’re always squeezing me so good, baby Always dripping on my cock and on my balls [You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning and waking his son up] I came daddy My fingers are so wet Fuck. I came too. Fist’s full of my cum Wish I could eat your cunt rn. Lick all your wetness Bury my tongue in you Feel your little pussy pulsating on it Having my throat full of you Me too daddy 😍😍 Now, are you gonna be a good girl for me? Yes, daddy. Always. I want you to wake him up, and to fuck him Knowing that you’re wet because of me That you'll only think of my cock, when he’s buried in you. Are you gonna listen to us, daddy? I always do

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[tipofthemountain]

i just wanted you

the original post!

tags: simon “ghost” riley x gn! reader, lots (and i mean lots) of angst, cursing, let me know if I missed anything!

word count: 1.27k

summary: It’s not always easy being with someone who never lets you in side their head.

a/n: this is the alternative ending to i just want you! i actually like this version better teehee. you don’t have to read the original! this can be read as a stand-alone! if you want however, you can read the original to spot the changes! happy reading!

NOT EDITED

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It always seems to rain in movies when something sad happens. It applies to the situation at hand right now.

You and Simon had been together officially for a few months now. After months of ‘i just don’t think it’s time’ or ‘i’m not the relationship type’ Simon finally asked you to be his girlfriend. Of course it was rocky, a story with a sad beginning always ends with a sad ending. You thought it would all eventually work out though. Simon would open up to you about everything he’s been through. He would talk to you about something, anything you didn’t care. The only things you do know are the things his friends have only slightly hinted at.

So when Simon came home in a complete shut off mood (again) it set something off in you. You’ve had enough.

“I can’t do this.” You whisper just enough for him to hear. Simons head moves toward your direction. Your back is turned to him as you stand in the kitchen. He’s sitting with a cup of water in his hands at the dining table.

“What?” Simon asks. His eyes bore into the back of your head almost like he’s trying to telepathically get you to look at him.

With a single tear running down your face you rest one of your hands on your hip. You look up to the ceiling with a sigh escaping your lips.

“You… this… us. I can’t do the whole you shutting me out at every chance you get.” You finally turn to Simon looking into his light eyes.

He’s standing there looking down at you with an unreadable expression. He’s silent and doesn’t say anything for a minute and neither do you. You wait for what feels like hours for him to say something but he simply doesn’t. So you walk away into the living. A few more tears slip from your eyes but your face doesn’t change expression. You aren’t sad you’re more angry than anything.

Simon follows you but keeps his distance. You hear him let out a sigh before finally saying something.

“I can’t lose you.” He says but that only makes you chuckle.

“You can’t lose me? That’s all you have to say?” You turn towards him laughing except there is no joke.

“I’m sorry. This is who I am.” He says walking toward you but you put your hand out to stop him from getting close.

“It doesn’t have to be. You could just talk to me when you come over instead of just shutting me out.” You sigh rubbing your temple and taking a seat on your couch.

Simon takes a seat beside you but still at a distance. His hands clasp in his lap and you look at him through your peripherals.

“I don’t know how to talk about these things. I never learned how. It’s been the one thing I’ve struggled with my entire life.” Simon lets out. He’s twirling his fingers together awkwardly waiting for you to say something.

“I just want to know how your day is when you come over. I want to know your favorite color. I want to know how your friends are doing. I want to know you Simon.” You say looking back into his eyes. You can see his eyes are slightly more wet than usual.

“I-“ Simon begins to say but stops himself. This only makes you more angry. You stand up in front of him and throw your hands up in exhaustion.

“I’m ruining myself trying to be there for you. I’m standing right fucking here begging for you to just let me in to your life but you won’t let me!” Your voice becoming louder than you wanted it to. The anger finally bubbling to the surface. You’ve had enough.

“I don’t know what I’m doing! I’ve never felt this way before. Not with anyone ever. I’m scared you’ll leave just like everyone else!” Simon stands above you yelling back just not as loud as you. His thick accent shining through with every word he threw out.

“I’m don’t want to go anywhere! But you are making it so hard to want to stay! I don’t care about anything except for you. I just want you!” Your eyes begin to betray you. A waterfall of tears cascades down your face as Simon moves to hold you. You shove him away. He doesn’t make an effort to try again which only makes you disappointed for a reason you don’t understand.

You walk away from him with a scoff back to the kitchen. You stand at the sink that’s full of dirty dishes from the meal you shared earlier. You wipe the tears from your face as you hear Simon walk in behind you.

“Tell me what to do. Tell me how to make this better.” Simon says in a low hushed tone. You turn to face him with his unreadable expressions as always. A skill you know your never going to learn. His arms hang beside his torso so sadly it almost makes you want to apologize but you know better. You can’t keep living like this.

“There is no ‘making this better’ Simon. You did this… you’ve ruined what could have been.” You talk calmly compared to your earlier demeanor. It’s almost pathetic the way Simons standing. He’s defeated. He knows what he did and now he’s facing the consequences.

“Please.” He begs. He wonders over to you but you put a hand out to stop him. Your hand on his chest as he looks down at you. Your eyes are swelled with tears begging to fall but you hold your composure. You push him away again. You know you would never normally have to strength to do this. You know he’s walking himself backwards to give you the space you beg for.

“It’s over Simon. We’re over.” You walk away again to the front door of your house. You stand there as Simon meets you at the door. He gives you one last look as you watch him grab his coat and then the door handle. He stops and turns to you with that same unreadable expression.

“Im sorry. Im sorry I couldn’t be what you deserve. Im sorry I stayed silent instead of giving you answers to things you’ve wondered for nearly a year. I’m sorry you felt you had to stay. Im sorry for keeping you out. I’m sorry I couldn’t be better. I’m sorry I couldn’t be who you needed me to be.” Simon looks deeply into your eyes. His words catching young surprise but the damage has been done. Your heart is broken and no amount of apologies could fix that. You stay silent with teary eyes. Simons hand still in the door knob as he waits for you to say something.

There is no fixing the many months of silence and the future of this love is over. Maybe he could have opened up but that’s not who he is. Maybe he would have tried that to be better. It’s all you wanted him to do but you can’t always fix something that broken.

“I just wanted you.” You finally say. Simon takes the hint of your words realizing this really is the end. He twist the door knob and walks out your home. Out of your life. As soon as you hear the click of the door closing the silence takes over your now empty estate. This silence being sad. The only sound that can be heard is the heavy fall of the rain outside. The silence gets to you faster than you want it to. You collapse to floor with heavy tears cascading down your face and onto your floor.

There is no happy ending for this sad beginning.

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final thoughts: this is like a few hundred words shorter but i genuinely love this version sooooo much better. i wrote the original from a situation i had been in personally except my version ended up more like this. obviously its not exactly how mine happened but it’s pretty accurate. finally getting rid of that person in your life that was just absolutely draining everything from you is so freeing. in the moment losing the person you thought was the love of your life is genuinely soul crushing, but time genuinely does heal you. You’ll come to find out that that person was absolutely the worst choice you could have made and the best choice was kicking them the fuck out of your life. I’m yapping over here but i genuinely hope you loved the story :’).

Love ya! Thanks for reading!

also as i’m rereading this to post it… it’s definitely giving off the 1 vibes.

[superprofesh]

The Five Times Colt Seavers Almost Kisses You (and the One Time He Does) — Part 3

Pairing: Colt Seavers x reader

Description: The third time Colt Seavers almost kisses you — the one that hurts the most.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.4k

Tag List: @strangedeerconnoisseur, @icantwaittoliveandlearn, @moonlightandstarshimmer

Author’s Note: It's part 3! The tension is heating up, the emotional stakes are rising, and my obsession is only getting worse / better. Let me know what you think! :)

Part 1 // Part 2

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You step into the darkened club at the height of the company’s weekend party, colorful lights flashing over the dozens of people dancing and chatting across the crowded room, but your eyes are sharpened on the lookout for just one person. Colt Seavers.

You can’t get him out of your head. You’ve spent the last three days doing everything in your power to avoid him on set, from locking yourself in the art trailer to conveniently arranging to work on the still-in-progress train station set. You had entertained the idea that if you could just keep from seeing him for a few days, you could stop replaying every moment of that night in your head.

But even when you’re knee-deep in epoxy or hyper-focused on scoring holes in iron beams, you’re envisioning the way the lamplight accentuated Colt’s features and reflected in his dark blue eyes that night. Try as you may, you can’t forget how absorbed he was in studying your face, or the way he wrapped his arm around your shoulders to escort you to your hotel, or the way he lingered at the doorway as if he wanted to say something.

And you especially can’t forget the way you thought he was going to kiss you.

But then, of course, you had to ruin it. You obviously came on too strong. You physically cringe every time you remember some of the things you said to Colt that night while you were so delirious you couldn’t even stand up straight.

“I bet the desk clerk thought I was drunk and bringing you home with me.”

“I couldn’t have made it without you.”

The fact that Colt has been avoiding you just as hard as you’ve been avoiding him only confirms your anxieties. In the past three days, you’ve only seen him twice, and both times he’s ducked away before you had to have a conversation. It’s not like anything shameful or immodest happened between you — it’s just that you made your crush on him so painfully obvious that you’re sure he’s trying to spare your feelings. The thought makes your heart ache, but it’s ultimately for the best. You’re not about to make a move when it’s so obvious that he’s not interested in anything serious with you.

However, the fact that you’ve been sleeping curled up with his jacket — the one that has his musky smell embedded into its very essence — has not helped matters in the slightest.

You shake your head as you glance around the dark room and wave at your friend Holly across the bar. You’re honestly an embarrassment to yourself. All your life, you’ve had an iron will that bends to your intelligence, not your emotions. Why does that have to change now, all of a sudden?

Holly makes her way around the bar, a drink in her hand and the evidence of more on her breath. You reach out a hand to steady her before she spills her drink all over herself, and she giggles uncontrollably. She’s a talented cinematographer and a dedicated weekend partier.

“Where have you been the last few days?” Holly asks dramatically, as if you’ve committed an atrocity against your friendship. “I haven’t seen you anywhere.”

“Just working on getting the sets perfect,” you shrug, trying not to give anything away. “Besides, I’ve never been one to hang around the cameras too much anyway. That’s your department.”

Holly gives you a mischievous smile and takes another sip of her drink, peering over the edge of the glass at you knowingly. “You certainly seemed to find ways to be near the cameras when a certain stuntman was on set.”

You stiffen immediately, doing your best to paint an unaffected smile on your face and failing miserably. “That’s all over, Hol. Not a thing anymore.”

Holly raises her eyebrows skeptically, and you know she sees right through you. “What a shame,” she grins. “He certainly only had eyes for you.”

That comment sends a stab of pain through your heart, but you ignore it. “It’s fine. Nothing weird, I’m just keeping my distance. Just trying to avoid a heartbreak, that’s all.” The words are technically true.

“Got it,” Holly nods conspiratorially. She takes another sip of her drink and glances around the room. “Well, he didn’t show up here tonight, so you don’t have to worry about him. You can just have fun!”

The words have barely left Holly’s mouth before her eyes widen to a comical size at something behind you. Somehow, you already know who just walked in the door, and your heart gives another spectacular lurch.

Knowing you need to get this over with, you turn to face him, your heart in your throat. Sure enough, Colt slips through the club door, glancing around the room intently, as if he’s looking for something. Or someone, you can’t help thinking.

His eyes land on you, and he freezes in his tracks. A mixture of emotions — nervousness, embarrassment, surprise — crosses his face. You know it’s going to be awkward after all that’s happened, so you try to break the ice. “Hey, fall guy,” you greet him, instantly regretting it. Too flirtatious, stop it right now.

Colt smiles, something like relief crossing his tense features. “Hey, da Vinci,” he responds over the boom of the club’s music, closing the door behind him and taking a single step in your direction. He shoves his hands in his jeans pockets, and you suddenly notice that he’s not dressed for a company party.

“What brings you here?” you ask, trying to ignore the way Holly is pressing into your side and doing a horrible job of hiding her elbowing. “I thought you weren’t a fan of these company parties.”

Colt shrugs, looking past you into the crowd. “Yeah, not really. Just came to drop some stuff off with George for tomorrow’s session.” He swallows hard, as if he’s pondering something, then lets his eyes fall back on you. “What about you? I thought you didn’t like the company parties either.”

I don’t. I came to try to forget about you.

“Oh,” you say casually, “just dropping by. Holly asked me to come.” You squeeze Holly’s hand to signal her for backup, and, intoxicated as she is, she immediately jumps in to help.

“I did!” she exclaims, a little too enthusiastic. “We were actually just talking about — ah, we were just talking about…” Holly hesitates way too long, and you cringe inwardly. “Your stunt!” she recovers. “Your transfer truck stunt!”

“Your what?” Your curiosity is instantly piqued, along with your worry. “I don’t remember a transfer truck stunt in the script.”

Colt smiles a little, the first one you’ve seen since he walked in. “Gordon decided to try it out today. He thought it would spice up the car chase scene.”

Holly jumps in with gusto, clearly excited to have turned you onto a better topic. “Yeah! Gordon came up with it at the last minute. The stunt was originally supposed to just be VFX, but Colt said he could do it.”

“Do what?” you ask, almost afraid to hear the answer.

Colt shrugs. “Just a jump. One transfer truck to another.”

“The top of one transfer truck to another!” Holly adds for emphasis, sloshing a bit of drink over the edge of her cup. “At top speed, while the trucks are rounding a hairpin turn in the canyon!”

Your eyes widen, and you turn your shocked expression on Colt. “Tell me you’re joking,” you manage.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he amends, obviously embarrassed by Holly’s dramatic retelling. “It’s not like Gordon forced me to do anything. I volunteered and said I could do it.”

“You could have gotten killed!” You’re not sure why you feel so passionately about this; he is a stuntman, after all. But something about knowing that you’ve been avoiding him for three days while he’s been performing death-defying stunts rattles you in a way you can’t ignore. While you’re gathering fire for a rant, Holly backs away into the crowd, an impish smile on her face.

Colt’s smile comes more easily this time, and he takes another step closer to you, ducking his head to look more squarely into your eyes. “Hey, calm down,” he reassures you. “No major injuries. No brushes with death. Just a cool shot.”

You press your lips together, still bubbling over with an emotion you can’t name. “Risking your life for a cool shot isn’t something to laugh about,” you tell him, though there’s no real edge to your voice. You glance down at his hand that’s resting on the bar beside you. “What happened to your hands?” you demand.

Both Colt’s hands are wrapped in bandages that you hadn’t even noticed until he pulled them out of his pockets. His expression shifts again, this time to a kind of bemused concern. “Just a little friction burn, that’s all,” he assures you. He brings one of his hands up to rest on your right shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze that makes your stomach flip in response. “Don’t waste your worries on me, Picasso. I’m a stuntman, remember? Taking risks is what I do.”

Colt’s laid-back tone does calm you a little, and you fight the urge to shake your head at yourself again. What are you thinking? Why are you getting so emotional about this in front of him? Play it cool, explain it logically, don’t make the same mistake you did before.

“Yeah, I know,” you admit, shrugging. “It just seems like Gordon is pushing you harder than he was before. It’s like he’s getting too comfortable putting you in more and more danger for the sake of impressive shots.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Colt tells you. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and he cocks his head as his gaze flits over your face. “And it’s no different than you going without sleep for three days to finish a setpiece.”

“It is not the same thing,” you begin, but he shakes his head, leaning one elbow on the bar to tilt his head closer to you. You despise yourself for weakening your resolve, but you can’t resist leaning closer to him, too — so close you can feel yourself getting lost in the dark blue of his eyes.

“Sure it is,” he said softly, his husky voice carrying over the short space between you even with the loud music playing in the background. “I do stunts because it’s what I love to do, even if they’re dangerous. You make the sets look amazing because it’s your passion, even when it means you have to go without sleep. I guess we’re both just too dedicated to our crafts, huh?”

You’re finding it difficult to think of a response, your eyes locked on his. All the resolve you’ve been building for the last three days melts under the heat of his gaze. Something like a magnet is pulling you even closer to him. Your mind unhelpfully flashes back to the night you were wrapped under his arm while walking to your hotel room, his warmth enveloping you.

“Well,” you murmur, trying desperately not to look at his lips, “my dedication won’t result in a broken neck.”

Colt lifts one eyebrow in response, leaning a hairsbreadth forward. “Neither will mine,” he whispers.

You mirror his quirked eyebrow, lowering your voice to match his. “How do you know?”

Colt keeps his eyes locked on yours, but one of his hands reaches up to the side of your face unnoticed. His palms are bandaged, but he uses his fingertips to twirl a strand of your hair. Your breath catches when he tucks the strand behind your ear, his touch searing your skin even in the brief contact, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the best in the business,” he tells you as he finally pulls his hand away from your temple.

You smile at his teasing tone. The distance between you keeps closing, a quarter of an inch at a time, and you can feel the burning heat of his skin the closer you get. His eyes don’t drift from yours, but the tension is so potent that you can barely take a breath.

“The best in the business,” you repeat, a coy smile edging the corners of your lips. “Haven’t you heard that pride comes before the fall?”

“Mmm hmm,” Colt hums, and you feel the sound reverberate in your very bones. Your faces are only a few inches apart now. Everything — the music, the crowd, the flashing lights — is forgotten, consumed by the fire blazing in his eyes. His gaze finally tears off your eyes and slowly, so slowly, steals down to your lips. His own lips part slightly, as if he’s finally about to lean forward and close the tantalizing distance between you.

Suddenly you couldn’t care less about all the reasons why you shouldn’t.

But then, your heart still hammering against your ribs, your skin prickling, your lungs strangled into stillness, Colt pulls away from you.

The abrupt distance feels like a cold bucket of water on your head after the heat of what you just shared. Colt seems to feel the shock too, rubbing both hands over his face and letting out a shaky breath before his casual smirk returns.

“Wow,” he half laughs, shaking out his arms and shoulders dramatically. “Nothing like a club’s vibe to muddy the waters, right?”

His careless comment stuns you even more than his quick withdrawal did. You suddenly realize how much every moment with him means to you, and the stinging pain of rejection is amplified a thousand times by his casual attitude.

He doesn’t care. He seriously doesn’t care at all.

You try to recover some dignity, but you know you’ve already blown that more times than you can count. All you can choke out is, “Yeah,” and then a listless, “See you around,” before you slip past his shoulder and head for the door. You can already feel the hot tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, and you’re not going to embarrass yourself further by letting him see you cry. You throw up a hand at Holly as you hurry out the club door into the chilly evening air, barely registering her questioning look.

What you don’t notice is the way Colt clenches his hands into fists against the pain of his burns, or the way he squeezes his eyes shut to block out the memory of your devastated expression.

All you know is the pain of the rejection, the bitterness of your tears, and the smell of his jacket as you fall asleep that night.

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Part 4

[boyfiechan]

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is there any chance you could do angst to fluff friends to lovers with chan with prompt 2? if not that’s ok 💕💕💕

thank you ❤️

Hi! Thank you for requesting, I kind of got a little carried away with the angst, sorry haha but please let me know what you think of it! <3

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In some way, you already knew this would happen.

Still, it made you terrified. It wasn't even the situation on its own, opening your door to him standing on the other side in the middle of one of the coldest nights of the year, looking so heartbroken and so confused that you can barely contain the need to embrace his body and confess all of the truth that, unbeknownst to him, has been eating you alive for the past few months. It was the aftermath of him learning about the secret you had tried so hard to keep hidden away, the one thing that could change absolutely everything between you two.

You fucked up, and you fucked up really bad.

Chan has been your closest friend for God knows how long at this point. You've shared so much of life together, seeing each other grow, experiencing new things, and learning about the intricacies of adult life and how complicated it is to simply exist sometimes. He was the one you always turned to—the one to drop everything and give you his complete attention when you needed to rant, the one to discuss your completely bizarre theories with, the one to call at the end of the day and share your random thoughts. The routine on nights like this would always be the same: both of you tucked under a pile of blankets on the floor of your living room, watching some sort of movie that neither of you knew anything about but decided on because the name or something in the poster was just so funny you couldn't ignore it. But it wasn't one of those nights, and it had been days since the last time he had even heard from you.

He didn't know.

And you didn't know, either. How could you even tell him how seeing him there made things so much harder than they already had been these last few weeks? How could you tell him that everything had changed, that the friendship you both adored and counted on so much would be completely ruined because your stupid, stupid heart decided to pick up on even the smallest of things he did? And now, after years of being his rock, his confidant, you betrayed it all by falling in love with him? You couldn't. It wasn't fair to him, it wasn't fair to you. It wasn't fair to the years and the secrets you shared with each other. It just wasn't.

And seeing him at your door, after you quickly brushed off all of his questions after accidentally picking up a call from him out of habit, you wanted to hide again. This is exactly what you have been doing since you noticed how your feelings changed towards him, after feeling your heart pick up astronomically as he simply laughed at a stupid video on his phone while you had dinner a few weeks ago. You hid away, rejecting calls, barely ever opening messages, and not answering any of them until you figured out a way to fix all of this.

What have I done? he asked so quietly you could have sworn your heart was sounding louder than his voice. His eyes searched for yours, silently begging for an explanation as to why you just left him so easily, why he's being cut away from your life all of a sudden. Please, you can't do this. Don't do this. Tell me what's wrong.

I love you, you think.

I don't know, you breathe out. You hate lying, hated lying to him even more, but it was for the best. It was easier to break your own heart than to break his.

Please don't lie to me. Please. His steps are so light and he moves so slowly you almost forget where you are. You can see his lips trembling a little, and he rubs his shaky hands as the night seems to get even colder. Can I come in? It's hard to speak. It's hard to think, even, and all you manage to do is step back as he makes his way in, barely even looking around. He doesn't go farther from the door, turning to look at you with a sort of emotion that you can't quite read on his face. What changed?

I love you. Your voice is barely there. It's hard to get it out, hard to even hear it in your own voice. The door is closed, yet your living room seems even colder than outside—you can feel his perfume and his shampoo and your heart breaking all at once and it's too much. I'm so sorry.

It's hard to look at him. It's hard to do anything, really, and your ears don't even seem to process any sound as he takes the last few steps in between you two. Somewhere in between his entrance, he took his shoes off, and as his socks come into your field of vision you notice you've been staring at the ground before you all this time.

No. Here it comes. Here's the feeling you've been avoiding for so long. Tell me to stop.

What? you know you're not sounding anywhere near stable right now.

Tell me to stop, please, or I won't be able to. It's cold inside but you can feel how warm he is, you can feel him right there, his hand searching for yours, his nose brushing against your cheek. It's so easy to get lost in it, so easy to give it all up just focusing on how his skin feels against yours as he plants a kiss on your temples, then another on your cheek, then one more on the corner of your lips. You need him there, you need him even more than you need to breathe, so you don't stop him and he doesn't stop either, finding your mouth with his and giving you exactly what you've been dreaming about all this time. It's unreasonably better than you could ever imagine, his hand suddenly cradling the back of your head as you completely melt into him.

And there's where you know everything has changed, but it doesn't terrify you anymore. Not when you can feel why he didn't even mind the cold outside, knowing damn well he must have walked all the way from his dorm to your door demanding an explanation as to why you disappeared from his life. That's when you know it all, when you can almost hear his heart beating inside his chest as you hold his face closer to yours.

That's when you know the complete truth—he loves you too.

[literary-motif]

WE NEED A PART TWO OF COLD, IT CAN’T END LIKE THIS😭😭😭

Cold II

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

“I’m sorry,” Isaac said in the morning, standing in the doorway of the now spotless kitchen and eyeing the cup of black coffee on the counter. 

Your back was turned to him as you put away the last of the pots. “Did you sleep well?” you asked politely but entirely disinterested as you did not wait for a reply, “What would you like to eat today?”

“Pickle—”

“What would you like to eat?” you insisted, not caring about your rudeness as you cut him off. Your blood was still boiling, hurt at the things he said morphing into anger.

It was just another betrayal after all. He was just like all the other people in your life, taking advantage of you and treating you like a thing — a discardable piece in the game they were playing. 

“Don’t interrupt me,” Isaac snapped, his patience dissolving as his frustration got the better of him. He was not used to people challenging him like this. He was not used to making amends and fighting for someone to stay by his side. “I’m sorry, I—”

You waited, but he did not have the words to continue. 

“I’m sorry,” he said simply, taking his cup of coffee and turning away. “I’ll be in the study.”

“Isaac,” you called, making him stop in the doorway. 

He turned to look at you, expecting to see understanding in your eyes and the soft twist of your lips that you had worn in the beginning while realizing the comfort of your life with him. What he found instead was a coldness he had not seen on you before. 

“What would you like to eat?” you asked dutifully, and he knew you did not care about his preference at all. You were asking because that was what you were supposed to do. 

A part of him relished that you had decided to keep working for him, evidently finding the life he could offer you more comfortable than your previous one. The other part was in shambles at the emptiness in your voice, hating himself for getting careless and ruining his relationship with you. 

“I don’t care,” he sighed, waving a hand in dismissal as he walked towards the study with a heavy heart. “Do what you feel like eating. I’m not picky.”

The silence in his house grew deafening again, somehow louder now that you were here. He used to close his eyes and just listen to what was no longer there. The quiet spoke volumes, reminding him painfully that the people who once filled this house with life were buried in the garden. 

When he closed his eyes now, he could hear you.

It was a different kind of pain, but one that did not hurt any less than the pain of loss. It reminded him that it was in his capacity to fix this. He could walk into the library adjoining the study and talk to you. He could make amends. He could get on his knees and beg you to forgive him for his insensitive words. He could, but he was still at a loss for what to do.

“What is it?” you asked, looking up from your novel tiredly to train your eyes on Isaac hovering in the doorway with his hand ready to knock.

“I need to talk to you,” he said.

You motioned to the seat beside you, shutting the book to look at him expectantly.

He sat, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. “I’m sorry—” he began.

You sighed, shaking your head and opening Dracula again. “I don’t want to hear it”.

“Listen to me,” he pleaded, taking your hand and making you look up at him, “Hear me out at least, please. I didn't mean it and I know that does not change that I said it but I had to. With people like Vic, I need to put up a certain front to maintain my image. It’s necessary in my line of work, alright? I hate it, but I have to do it to survive in this world and I know I should have told you first, I should have warned you but I— I thought it wouldn’t be necessary.” 

“Now you listen,” you said, sitting up properly to look him in the eye, “I don’t care what you think you have to do because of how elite you think you are, got that? I’ve been looked down on my entire life. I’ve been treated worse than trash and left to die in an alley. If you think I’m deterred by you calling me a pet or a plaything or whatever else then I can assure you that I’ve been called worse things than you can imagine.”

Isaac looked at you with heartbreak in his eyes. 

It was easy to forget your past when you smiled at him with such gentleness. 

The kindness with which you treated him after your initial hesitation and doubts had been heartwarming. Your curiosity and boldness made him need to suppress a smile more times than he could count, and the helpfulness that no amount of disappointment and betrayal had managed to burn out of you made him wonder if his bitterness at life was justified.

“So if you’re apologizing,” you said, “then you better be apologizing for making me believe I could trust you and throwing that back in my face while having a laugh with your colleague. You made me believe you were different, but you’re just like everyone else. It was cruel of you to give me hope, so no, I don’t care about your apology. I don’t forgive you and I won’t for a while.”

Isaac nodded. “Is there anything I can do to earn back your trust?” he asked, searching your gaze.

You thought for a moment. “Stop dehumanizing me, no matter who you’re talking to. I’m your housekeeper, not your possession. The rest will take time, so I suggest you show me the person behind the front you put up for work.”

“I will. I’m sorry.”

“That’s good,” you said, returning to your book. “We’re good, then. We will be, with time.”

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 16

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"Do you think anyone heard us?" Mason asked, kissing Adele's forehead.

"I don't know. But they think we are already doing it, so" she shrugged.

"That's true" he chuckled. "What will we tell them if they ask, tho?"

"We'll... say that we were working out."

"What?" he laughed.

"Sometimes, when people work out, it sounds as if they are having sex."

"Do you moan my name when you work out?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"All the time. I'm doing burpees and saying oh, Mase" Adele said, imitating what had left her mouth not that long ago.

"Say it again."

"Mase" she faked moaned, not being able to hide a smile.

"That has turned me on so much..."

"Oh, I can tell. Or feel if we are being accurate."

"Round two?" Mason said, already moving to be on top of her. 

"Round two" she giggled.

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"Wait, how do I look?"

"Gorgeous" Mason smiled.

"That's... That's not what I meant, but thank you" Adele replied with a shy smile.

"Then?"

"Do I... Do I look like... Like we..."

"You mean if you look like someone who has been having amazing sex?"

"Mason!" she said, rolling her eyes.

"It is the truth, tho. That was amazing, Addie. I would have never imagined that you were so… passionate" he smirked. "Though after what you told me about your naughty side with your ex, I should have expected it."

"Yeah, well" she said, clearing her throat. "Do I look any different or not?"

"No, you don't. Do I?"

"Your hair is a bit messy, but other than that, nothing is different. Though if someone asks where we went or what we did..."

"You were crying, I comforted you and you fell asleep in my arms."

"And the comforting was a hug. You know my brother."

"Just a hug… or two" Mason winked, making Adele roll her eyes again. 

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"Where is everyone?" Mason asked when he and Adele walked into the living room.

"They went into town to buy some things for tonight's birthday party" Toni said.

"And you?"

"Another of my migraines."

"Do you want us to leave? We just came to pick something to eat."

"No, no. I actually am hungry too, and who knows how long it'll take them to come back " she said, getting up from the sofa and walking with them to the kitchen. "How are you, Addie?"

"Better" she said.

"I can tell" Toni replied, trying not to smile. She knew. She definitely knew. 

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"Now that it is just the three of us…" Toni said while they ate. "Are you sure there is nothing you would like to share with me?"

"Mum, Adele isn't pregnant" Mason said.

"I know, I know. I was talking about something else."

"We aren't dating."

"That isn't it either. It is something else."

"Something like what?" he asked.

"I'm not sure… But I know you, Mason. You are my son. And there is something bothering you, something important."

"There is nothing" he shrugged.

"Mase…" Adele whispered.

"There is nothing" he repeated.

"Tell her, Mase. She's your mum" Adele said, holding his hand and giving it an encouraging squeeze.

"Mason, you are starting to scare me."

"Mum, they... They..." Mason said, nervously running a hand through his hair. 

"His agency is blackmailing him."

"Adele!"

"What? It is the truth, isn't it?" she shrugged, looking at him.

"What do you mean by blackmailing you?" Toni asked.

"They... They have something and are threatening me to publish it if we don't keep faking our relationship because it is making them earn a lot of money. They said they would ruin my career if we don't do as they say."

"That's... That's..." Toni said, getting up from the table and starting to pace around the room. "What do they have on you?"

"Tell her, Mase" Adele encouraged him again.

"It's from my 21st birthday in Los Angeles. There are photos of me very drunk, and a video with... A video with a girl."

"A sex tape?" Toni asked, raising her voice.

"Yes" Mason whispered, his face bright red.

"But he didn't know he was being filmed. The girl had planned it all to earn some easy money" Adele explained. "She tried to sell the photos first but they stopped her, so then she tried with the video. Mase's agency stopped her again, but they had to spend a lot of money to do it and now they believe he owes them and are threatening him to publish it and ruin his career if we don't do as they say."

"When does your contract with them end?"

"December."

"December..." Toni repeated. "You can keep faking for a few more months, right? It seems to be getting easier" she smirked.

"I guess..." Mason said.

"Good. Then keep doing as they ask, and if they want to sit down and negotiate a new contract, try to avoid it. Meanwhile, I'll make some calls and get everything ready to sue their asses the moment the contract is over. No one hurts my baby. No one" Toni said.

"Thank you, mum" Mason whispered, trying very hard not to cry.

"Oh, come here" she said, hugging him. "It's ok, my boy. It's ok. We'll fix this."

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

After the chat Mason and Adele had with his mum, she suggested that they should go for a walk, have some fresh air while they got everything ready for the party.

"I'll also try to talk with your mum, Adele. You can't spend your birthday angry at each other, can you?" Toni had said.

They decided to take the Vespa and go to the beach, have a swim and lay in the sun for a while, maybe get some gelato too.  

"Mase, are you checking me out?" Adele teased him as she took off her dress, ready to jump in the water.

"Can't help it now that I've seen everything that is to see" he shrugged. "But I've been checking you out since the moment we set foot in this country. Italy suits you, Addie."

"Does it?"

"It does" he said, moving to where she was standing and grabbing her by the waist, the way his thumbs were moving over her skin making her shudder.

"It also suits you. I can't remember the last time I saw you this happy."

"That's because I'm with you. Because you make me happy. I love you, Addie" he said, meeting her eyes. 

"Mason…"

"It's ok if you don't love me the way I do. I get it, I'm used to it" he chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Adele asked as she closed the space between them a bit more, her hands moving up and down his arms.

"When I kissed you under that orange tree when we were sixteen, I didn't just realize that I liked you. I realized that I was in love with you."

"And why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you didn't feel the same."

"Maybe I did."

"You didn't, Addie" Mason chuckled. "But it's ok, I didn't mind. And I don't mind if you still don't feel the same way I do."

"Mason… Mase" she said, cupping his face and making him look at her. "Do you really think that if I didn't have feelings for you, I would have done what we did this morning?" 

"I…"

"Remember when you confessed to me everything about what your agency was doing? About the video and the blackmailing?" 

"I do."

"That day you said that you loved me, and I said it back. And I meant it. It wasn't like when you say I love you to your mum or someone from your family. It was like when you say it to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. Your person. And that's what you are to me, Mason. My person. I love you."

"Can you repeat it again?" he asked.

"All of it?" Adele laughed.

"Just the last three words."

"I love you."

"I love you too" he smiled before kissing her in a way she had never been kissed before. There was passion like in all the kisses they had shared that morning, but there was also something else. Something she had never felt before with anyone else.

True love.

[polaris-stuff]

Hey Noffy again.

You know ... I had planned on writing out a post today. Of why my view on this whole situation is so different. Maybe put it finally all into words.(And I still might make it) Talking through here has been...easing on the nerves of ever making a post about tsams. That I always hesitated on for various reasons but

This episode on Tsmas. (Montys plan to bring old.moon back)My thoughts on the celestial family hasnt changed.

But personally even as someone who was/is defending the celestial family.

I HATE the idea of killing new moon to bring the old moon back. Just because he is spiralling and hurting. Lashing out at his family and wanting to kill ruin/Bloodmoon. Doesn't mean Moon doesn't love and care for his family.

I don't think Monty talked to sun about this. AT ALL I don't think sun would want this either (I hope so at least i really really hope so) considering he ran off during the last discussion after firmly stating he didn't wanna do any of the things they were suggesting. I am holding out some hope.

I am not making my judgement on old moons feelings yet. Guy ain't got the full context. Just what Monty told him (wich was heavily skewed imo) and whatever flashes he gets when active. But based on the context he got. New moon hurts his family of course he wants to do something.

The only reason I would be okay with old moon returning is if it DIDNT kill/destroy new moon.

Killing never solved anything in this show anyway.

(also not liking computer just listening to monty to shock moon. But that is a whole another can of worms)

So yeah. While I still be defending sun ( and to a lesser extend the families) desissions.

If Monty goes through with this. Without talking to any of them??? I be so pissed.

(also weird thing I seemed to notice. A lot of people in the YouTube comments seemed really excited for new moon to be gone and old moon to return. While here on Tumblr. The opposite seems to be the case. Either way. If I could have my cake they both be around in the long run. But that's a hopeful idea that likely won't happen. )

-Noffy

Hi, Noffy! Sorry if today's answer isn't that long, I'm a little tired😭

But yeah! I totally agree with you! Monty didn't talk about what he did to Moon with Sun today, Sun has no idea that Monty went to talk to Old Moon and I hope the computer notifies Sun what happened. Although, honestly, I'm starting to not expect anything because I'll be disappointed when it doesn't happen

I genuinely do NOT want Old Moon back. I know that Old Moon loved his family and he loved Sun even though he hurt him but... Killing New Moon now... Just because he is having psychosis episodes and in a bad mental state...? Keeping him locked in a cage, electrocuting him until he faints... It sounds like torture.

I don't want Monty or Foxy to fix anything that's happening tbh, this is the SUN and MOON show, not MGAFS, so keep the protagonists on their own show.

And yes! Please don't read the YT comments, they are full of toxicity and little kids XD

[sminiac]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡— So Yours !

⋆ H. Shota + Reader

Ex — Incredibly emotionally charged, like— me venting in way because how does one ever cope with the fact that the very thing you seek to hold for eternity is actively slipping through your fingers at such a devastating and unforgiving pace, lol ???? In other words, a lot of nonsense, I just wanted to write hehe

Puppy love was born from the inability to comprehend love to a bone withering extent, one that couldn’t convince you to stay and endure the scary feeling of encountering the unknown, but what you’d come to find even if not in the same circumstances is that Shota’s worthy of the hurt and the suffering, at least, you know that much.

He always made it all worth it, every bite of your tongue and the push of sucking things up and soldiering on- especially with how he is now, bathing in the bright sun like it exists only for the use of spotlight on his existence. He doesn’t hiss from the sting in his eyes or the insufferable warmth it wraps him in, he just takes it all in, what you don’t know is that it’s more so for the sake of keeping you in the shade you’ve claimed under the large tree that rustles and shakes in the soft brushing of a warm breeze.

“Okay, now you go.” He urges with a boyish grin, one that reminds you of midnight cicadas and warm evenings, he’s beautiful all the same, a mix of youth and the growing tinge of maturity sculpting out his face right in front of you.

Even if his very presence tended to make all things more bearable, you groan, already defeated. “This is stupid,” you announce, swift in your annoyance and your fingers haven’t even curled into your palm yet— much less even made a guess of what Shota could possibly pull on you this time. “I’m losing either way.” You admit humorously, a pitiful expression on your face that makes his heart stir out of place. It’s a shame, really. You got all pretty just for him and the hot day you’d endure together, but soon it would be ruined by the steady rush of water that’s been your saving grace for the past few days, if it wasn’t there surely Shota would have noticed your unusual and insistent curiosity of how many more parts of him are just as well built as his arms.

His hands remain still in front of his chest, a slight unsure slip to his smile as he thinks over the possibility of you losing, how you’d dwell in your silent grudge all the way back to town with soggy clothes and hot feet. He wishes that prior to taking a seat with you in the lush grass that you’d both agreed to 1/1, that way the process wouldn’t be so long and torturous for you.

It could’ve been over and done with, but here he is, on the cusp of taking for the win.

His arms hesitantly lower, all of his concerns and pointed guesses of you post river piecing together right before his eyes, the unpleasantness of knowing you’d be upset and that he could’ve very well prevented it striking him anxious.

Before you have the chance to question the lack of movement his hands zip back up to place in front of yours, there’s not a shift in his outward appearance that tells you what he’s thinking about, but then again, it is always hard to tell.

“You lose I jump, okay?” He says.

“That doesn’t make sense, what happens if you lose?” You question, more aloud than directly to him, your mouth running and the pool in your mind of retained thoughts is shallow.

The likelihood of you winning is slim to nothing, but he doesn’t put that out for the universes hands to grab at. “I jump anyways.” He answers blandly, as if it were the first solution that should’ve came to your mind and nothing but. Just like him though, you didn’t want that possibility falling from your grasp.

“Then the entire game would be in my favour, and that’s no fun—”

“And,” he adds abruptly, boldened and louder than his previous words. “you give me a kiss. Up here.” His index finger pokes out and taps twice at the centre of his forehead before returning to his position.

Your silence makes him a little uneasy, but was there really any need for him to be stressed over such a simple matter? He doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with his request. You’ve kissed him before, and exactly where he wants it to happen again, what could be so different about this one?

Awkwardly, he clears his throat. “Are we going to shoot? The sun is making me warm.”

Your eyes slightly widen before you’re apologizing, scatterbrained and nervous as you’re adjusting yourself, knees bumping and faces equally as hot as the other’s. If the water beside you wasn’t so loud he’d surely hear the aggressive thumping of your heart.

The both of your fists are hitting against the surface of your open palms, softly announcing “Rock, paper, scissors.” together.

You don’t even have the ability to decide on how your fingers will position themselves before mindlessly they splay flat over your palm, simultaneously Shota’s fist stays balled as it lands against his skin on 3.

His lips part as he looks up, watching the way you hesitantly shift to your haunches.

The motion of your hand is slow as it hovers over his before it comes down to cup over his fist. “I win.” You announce, equally as amazed by your inexplicable luck.

You really don’t know what to expect, when he’d want his kiss, if he was being serious or just trying to get a good laugh out of it, but it startles you when he raises to his feet, grabbing at the bottom of his t-shirt and clumsily wrestling it off before his hands are at his belt. You swelter under the bright glint of the metal, how his slender fingers pry it loose until his jeans are kicked off and now you struggle with keeping a healthy balance between looking at him chest and up, and whatever lays behind him in the distance.

The inkling you had about the rest of him. You were right, he does have a nice body, that’s more than just the defined clumps of muscle along his limbs. The entirety of him is nice, so unbelievably, achingly nice.

“Can I.. have it before I jump?” He asks, a small smile on his face that reveals his teeth as he talks.

You nod, asking “You scared?” as you join his side.

The two of you loom over the water for a second, the current isn’t whipping or dangerous any, but the pool of it certainly had some depth. “No. It looks inviting, I’ll be fine.” His fingers twitch being so close to yours when standing beside you, they always do, like it’s a gravitational pull that taunts him every single time, he doesn’t need to look to know the lack of distance there is between you and him, he’s never needed to.

“Are you scared?”

Your lips purse, eyes avoiding his as your fingers poke at his arm, just under his elbow is where they press firmly against him, “Not at all, but I think I am a little jealous.” Your feet shift until you’re both facing each other again, an even smaller amount of distance between you now, your hand wrapped gently around as much of him as you can fit. “You hate swimming like this, I know you do. You don’t even have all of your stuff.” He reasons, unable to say a thing about your other hand moving to cradle the side of his face —he only guides himself into you— or how your eyes focus on the movement of his lips, but he does fully acknowledge that the only thing that’s possibly capable of cooling him off now is if he jumps.

“Y/n?” He asks so softly his voice almost cracks, a little confused, and nervous, and completely unsure of your intentions but he’s confident that he doesn’t want to pull away just yet.

Quickly you press out your words before any hinderance is allowed to occur, “Sho’ if I wanted to kiss your lips instead would you let me?” You ask. Shota struggles with understanding for a minute so he stares blankly at you for quite some time, big pretty round eyes that don’t look so dark in the sun just barely moving as he looks at you, deconstructing your sentence before he’s decidedly nodding his head, at first it’s slow, because it’s you and yes whatever you want he’ll do, but then it really hits him, and now he’s nodding profusely and comically fast, “Mhm, ye-yeah, yeah. Yes. Please. Y/n, please.” His voice ripples out into tenderly familiar laughter, one that sounds warm and inviting, one that’s him, that makes you realize even if this kiss is to be different, and has the ability to dictate the direction of your friendship, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to go out with a bang.

Your weight rocks into the tips of your toes, keeps you steady as you bring yourself closer into his bare chest. Shota’s the one who steps further into you when he notices that you aren’t close enough, he doesn’t want you tripping over yourself, so he makes the barely noticeable adjustment for you.

“Know I should be nervous, but you’re so mine it doesn’t scare me.” You whisper, the breeze carrying your voice like it’s always been apart of you, you’re one with the chirping birds, the life of water, and the green grass that tickles your skin Shota’s always thought. You smell like summer and you look like it too. He’d want nothing more than to last in your eternal beauty.

His lips bump against yours as he talks, folding you into his embrace in such an intimate manner, noses bumping and hair mixing into each other’s.

“Why would you be nervous? I’ve always been so yours.”

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

cherry on top

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pairing: bf! seventeen ot13 x gn! reader

↬ tags: established relationship? yes!, kissing mentioned (hehe!), quite wholesome, my list my rules!, reader uses lipsticks (not implied, but a regular user of lipsticks/ tints/ gloss)

summary: seventeen buying reader lipstick!

𐙚 those who know which color suits you, even your favorite types 𐙚

ᯓ★ seungcheol, jeonghan, mingyu, myungho

the sister-havers are understandable: they have sisters for siblings so they would know a thing or two (before you jump at me, yes i do know vernon and seungkwan have sisters so hear me out); and whereas for minghao? i'm so sure my man is born a fashionista so makeup would be easy for him; and for seungcheol i think that clip of him explaining the different perfumes/ cologne is enough for me to put him here

you don't have to tell them: they would be able to pick a similar or the exact shade right off the bat just by looking at your lips; call it unexplained hidden knack or that special eye for choosing makeup products

purposely (sneakily) grabs you by the chin to kiss you full on the lips just to see how good the product works; love love loves to watch you put on makeup and would gaze at you as you went about your business

bonus if they know color theory, or suggest different shades they think might look good on you (and i'm certain it will)

"you like it?" you swiped a sheen layer of gloss on your lips, before turning to your smitten boyfriend for approval. he does a once over, smile widening at the sight of you. he pulls you in by the waist lovingly, "i like that very much. now, give me a kiss!"

"no! you're gonna ruin it!" he rolls his eyes, "i'll buy you another." he knows you couldn't resist, so before you open your mouth to retort, he yanks you towards him and captures your lips. "i'll buy you as many as you want, so long you keep letting me do this."

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𐙚 those who has some clue and tries to buy something you like 𐙚

ᯓ★ joshua, soonyoung, jihoon, vernon, seungkwan

i know vernon has a younger sister and kwanie has sisters, but hear me out: i don't think they are that interested in makeup products at all hence they are here; for joshua because he is such a gentleman he would take pictures of your lipsticks to know which ones to get, similar for hosh and wooz i think they would make sure you're physically with them so they don't get the wrong ones

because they aren't sure of the exact type/ shade/ tint, he would make the effort to know your favorite brands and colors at least so that he could go get them when he goes out shopping for your gifts <3 !! he wants to surprise you too, and might throw in other skincare products they are more confident in getting

call it algorithm influencing, but he sometimes sees the targeted ads on your phone and makes a mental note to ask you about it

very much prefers you in your natural state, but loves it when you doll up for them/ yourself because you are beautiful in their eyes (have you seen them barefaced wts!!)

"you like this one?" he leans over, his taller frame standing out painfully in the makeup section. you nod your head, "yeah? looks good doesn't it?" you swatch another color on the back of his hands and he observes closely, "this one has sparkles in it, but it's a lot more lighter than the other other one."

"i can't decide which one to get though." you frowned the back of his hands are littered with various shades, matching yours. he shakes his head, sporting a silly grin, "it's okay! we can browse longer. let's get something you really like."

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𐙚 those who don't know, but buys something anyways 𐙚:

ᯓ★ junhwi, wonwoo, seokmin, chan

dedicated to the brother-havers and single children: i feel that these bunch of people are the group of people who don't know much about makeup and are perhaps less interested in it as you are; might even be clueless about it

they seem like the type to ask many questions about why some products are matte or glossy or why are they so liquid-y or why has there got to be many shades (in the sweetest and non-annoying way)

very green forest behavior when they know not to mess with your makeup products and to keep them stored away neatly

call it algorithm influencing, but when he spots some makeup brand promoting items, he'd come and ask for your opinion (so that he could take you out and buy it for you uwu)

unexpectedly i think somewhat related to makeup, wonwoo or dino feels like the type to enjoy doing facials with you

"i'm not sure if you like this, but i overheard you telling your friends you were running out. thought this might make your day." his heart was beating out of his chest, but he plays it cool by gifting you a small bag. you excitedly take it from him, and he relishes in the way your eyes practically light up. looks like he bought the right one.

"oh baby, thank you!" you hug him tight and he reciprocates the gesture, an affectionate beam all over his face. "it's the one i told you about! no way! you got it!" he exhales dramatically, "anything for you my love."

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[cinnamomomomo]

what is your deepest darkest sexual fantasy?

I want to get groped in public from strangers. Want daddy to grab me from behind while he squeezes my tits, pinches it plays with it while leaving wet kisses on my neck. I try to squirm bcuz I'm scared but daddy doesn't stop.

His hand slips inside my skirt groping my ass and slowly moving it in my panties as he licks my neck while he feels the wetness on my folds. I try to control my moans my pussy and nips all sensitive with touch as he inserts one finger inside, I squirm around his finger my wet cunt clenching it, I try to get away from him but daddy keeps pulling me closer. As he slams me into his body I feel his hard dick rubbing my ass beneath the skirt.

I feel so overwhelmed tears start pooling in my eyes but daddy doesn't stop he grabs the front of my neck with one hand and pulls my head backwards. My head now on his shoulder, body tits perked up while he rubs his cock and fingers me. I start to give in. Start rubbing my ass harder on daddy's cock like the whore that I am. Daddy chuckles smugly as he lifts and skirt up and pulls my panties down.

I gasp feeling his big and hard cock on my naked ass. Daddy spins me around and hugs me tightly as he slips his cock inside my pussy fucking me ruthlessly. my legs start trembling, daddy holds me up so that I don't collapse on ground. I feel so ashamed thinking about how many people must be watching me getting fucked in a train. But I already feel addicted to daddy's cock to get away from him.

He makes me feel so good my wetness dripping around his cock, suddenly daddy turns me around as I feel his cock emptying my needy pussy, i whine at the sudden emptiness, in a daze and unaware as daddy slams his cock in my asshole.

I moan loudly and instantly feel ashamed about how many eyes I must've gained attention from, all of them watching me hungrily as daddy keeps fucking my tight asshole.

I grab the pole in front of me for support as my legs start to give in. Daddy grunts in ear as he reaches his high filling my asshole with his warm load. We stay like that for a minute as daddy gets himself together and gets off at the station leaving my pussy empty and dripping of his cum.

I stand there in daze thinking about how I just got ruined in public with many eyes watching and maybe even some cameras recording me as the door of train closes and I stand there in shame like the whore that I am.

💋

[twinsunstars]

A Darkened Fate

Alt. Week 1 Prompt: "It's not what you think."

Summary: In another universe, Omega and Crosshair manage to escape Tantiss and reunite with the Batch, but everything isn't completely perfect. Their fates have just been set to quickly fall into the wrong hands.

This is for @summer-of-bad-batch's alternative prompt for this week! I hope this isn't too late as I was struggling to finish this and I'm not sure if I did this right, but it's the idea that came into my head inspired by the alt. prompt and I really wanted to write it out. Let me know your thoughts! divider by @summer-of-bad-batch

Warnings: Mentions of blood. Pain.

taglist: @summer-of-bad-batch @orion-tyche @bossboudicca @magicandmundane @kurlyfrii @royallykt @locitapurplepink

Working to escape Tantiss was a dire and serious operation. When Omega had returned to Crosshair’s cell with a messy and unclear plan to escape, Crosshair had no choice but to go with the flow depending on what this girl was up to. They had both managed to knock out multiple troopers and use the datapad Omega obtained from Nala Se to navigate their way out. The Emperor was currently keeping Hemlock busy, so he wouldn’t be an issue until word eventually reached him about their escape. 

Omega and Crosshair blasted their way through Tantiss to reach the lurca hound pens and use Batcher’s former pen to get out. Emerie caught them in the act, trying to convince them to stand down and stay here. Crosshair kept his blaster raised towards Emerie. 

“You’re not thinking clearly. Neither of you,” Emerie began. It was too dangerous for them out there. Escaping wasn’t going to make things any better for any of them. 

“Emerie, I can’t do that.” Omega stepped forward. “I’m not going to remain trapped here. You’re a clone too. Help us.”

“Escape is not possible, Omega.” Before Emerie continued on, she caught sight of the way Omega looked at her. Crosshair didn’t notice, keeping his eyes focused on Emerie. Omega’s expression was telling her she needs to comply with the plan. 

The plan. She was barely told any of the details. She only had to cooperate with it. But Emerie had a very bad feeling about all of this. 

“Omega, please-”

A bright blue ring from Crosshair’s blaster struck Emerie. She grunted, hitting the ground. Omega sighed and straightened up. 

“Come on, we have to go.” Omega followed Crosshair, running down Batcher’s old kennel and reaching the outside environment of the mountain. Omega, frustrated, groaned and wiped off the dirt from her clothes. Now they were outside, and the ship was out there for their taking. 

A few troopers followed Omega and Crosshair to try and stop them in their escape efforts. Crosshair had suggested they follow Plan 72, a plan the Batch had taught her to use in any situation involving a ship and to get control of one. Mentioning Tech’s name after a long time made Omega feel nostalgic. It had been five months since that incident. The day someone who was close to her seemed to be gone forever. 

This wasn’t the right time to remember all that again. Omega had to keep going. She had to find the men she called her brothers. 

Omega and Crosshair fought them off with their blasters, reaching the crashed shuttle and trying to bring it online. The small group of troopers were closing in and the shuttle still wasn’t functioning. After a few tries, the shuttle finally turned on its engine. Omega used the shuttle to attack the troopers. Batcher, who had run by after picking up Omega’s scent in the jungle, fought the troopers alongside Crosshair and ran onto the ramp once Omega opened up the shuttle. 

Once all three of them were on board, the two focused on the controls and getting into the heights of space to launch the shuttle into hyperspace. Multiple aerial fighters followed behind, attempting to strike down their shuttle and ruin their escape. 

It was highly likely now at this point that Hemlock was informed of their escape. Omega was getting tired of the fighters on their tail and repeatedly blasting at the shuttle. When was something going to be done about them? 

“The hyperdrive’s almost online,” Crosshair said from the back. 

Just in time. Omega noticed that the aerial fighters diverted back down to the planet’s atmosphere, leaving them alone. Crosshair signaled, and Omega shoved the lever forward. 

“They’ve escaped,” said Commander Scorch. The control room had gone silent, resuming their work. Emerie’s heart rate slightly grew. She was too worried about Omega. What if something went wrong during all of this? Surely the clones weren’t that clueless to not sense that something is up. 

Hemlock had a wicked grin glued to his face. “Now we wait.”

***

Crash landing was not the intention at all, but the shuttle still served its purpose for their escape. Omega, Crosshair, and Batcher ventured through the streets of Lau to find a way to contact their brothers. 

Omega tried bribing and gambling, managing to snatch up a bunch of credits to aid in their payment for a ship off of here. Crosshair suggested multiple times that he should take care of business with his skills, which Omega repeatedly refused. Now the hound had gotten lost because of Crosshair’s carelessness when he was supposed to be keeping a close eye on her. 

Omega squinted her eyes and groaned. She placed a hand on the side of her head, which slightly ached and felt like something pounding her head. Part of her mind told her that she could just leave the hound behind and keep going to reach her brothers, but another side said she should go back for her. They don’t leave their own behind. 

“Kid?” Crosshair noticed Omega rubbing her head. She looked like she was going to faint. 

Omega shook her head and straightened up. She had to keep going. “I’m fine. Maybe I just need some water.”

The two had reached the area where Batcher and many other creatures were being kept. Omega  knew they needed to infiltrate somehow and get the hound back. There was a large cargo ship nearby. That could be used to get them out of here. 

Crosshair suggested once again that his own skills be used to attack the area so they could get out quickly and have less problems for them in their way. Omega was getting frustrated by his continuous asking and sharply turned to him. 

“Can you stop? We’re not going to do that.” 

Crosshair was struck aback by the look Omega gave him and the way she snapped at him. A serious glare, and her eyes looked cold. Has she ever looked at him that way? Has she ever spoken to him in a manner where she seemed so angry?

Omega blinked and shook her head again. Her face softened, and she looked at Crosshair again. The same Omega he saw everyday near his cell on Tantiss was back. She put on a smile. “I’ll note it.”

Crosshair helped Omega get over the fence and into the compound. He couldn’t help but feel something was wrong with her. But there wasn’t any time to worry right now. Maybe she was stressing out too much about finding their brothers. 

They had been caught by the same Imperial officer Omega gambled against, and she finally allowed Crosshair to use a blaster and attack everyone. Omega had found Batcher and freed many of the animals being kept in cages to attack the troopers and keep them out of their way. The three reached the cargo ship and got it operational, launching it into the air. Omega quickly took off and launched into hyperspace, sending a message and coordinates using the Batch’s personal comm channel. 

While Omega flew, Batcher kept herself close to her. Batcher sniffed Omega. She didn’t seem right. Batcher whined, getting Omega’s attention. 

“What is it?” Omega asked her. Batcher whined again, sitting down. Omega raised an eyebrow at her. “Nothing’s wrong,” she said, a hint of annoyance in her tone. “Why don’t you go check on Crosshair?”

The door slid open as Crosshair entered the bridge. He looked at Omega, who seemed okay right now. She was so focused on finding them. “Omega,” he began. “It’s been months. We don’t even know if they’re still alive-”

“They’ll be there,” Omega snapped, meeting his eyes. She turned back to the controls, keeping her gaze focused on the endless blue stripes of hyperspace. 

They have to be. If they’re not, I don’t know what I’m going to do next. 

They were there. The Marauder was in sight as Omega directed the ship towards the ground. Her heart jumped with joy. At last, she was finally reunited with her brothers. The soldiers who had taken care of her. 

Hunter and Wrecker greeted Omega with hugs and tears. Omega broke down in sobs. She had long waited for the day she could see them again. 

Ow. Another tiny headache. She wiped away her tears and swallowed. The headache’s pain went away for now. Crosshair had stepped down the ramp, and her brothers got to see him again after so long. Batcher followed down, which surprised Wrecker that they had brought a creature with them. But there wasn’t any time for arguments right now. It was time to go back home. 

***

Omega woke up the next morning in her room on the Marauder, the sun shining down on her. The last things she remembered was landing on Pabu and greeting everyone, changing into some better clothes, getting some water, and feeling some more of the headaches before everything went black. She sat up and picked up Lula, smiling at her. 

Remember the plan. 

Omega slowly got up, putting Lula down and heading into the cockpit. She had to figure out a way to initiate the plan. 

Hunter and Wrecker were there waiting for her, sipping some warm fruit tea. Omega lit up a smile, acting normal. 

“How are you feeling?” Hunter asked. She had seemed really tired before she knocked out last night. He worried about what she endured on Tantiss that made her that way. 

“Better. Where’s Crosshair?” she asked. 

Hunter and Wrecker looked at each other. “He wasn’t here when we woke up,” said Hunter. “He’s still getting adjusted to everything.”

Everyone needed to be together for this to happen. Her head kept speaking to her, telling her to comply. “I’ll check on him,” Omega said. She paused, turning back to them. “Will Echo be coming soon by any chance?” she asked. 

“He’s on his way,” Wrecker said. Omega smiled and nodded, leaving to go see Crosshair. She had to wait for the right moment. 

Crosshair was spending time with AZI, doing some target practice. Omega watched from above while she walked down the hill. He wasn’t doing well at all. 

Omega squeezed her eyes shut in pain. There was that headache again. She itched the side of her head and kept walking. 

Crosshair saw Omega coming by after AZI exclaimed her name. She had knocked out hard last night, and she seemed to be up and bright again. Omega brought up the names of those locals who had delivered a bowl of fruit to Crosshair earlier. She also suggested talking to Hunter after he sensed that Hunter and Wrecker were watching him, but Crosshair did not feel like doing that at all. Not after all that happened. His hand continued trembling. 

“How’s your headache?” Crosshair avoided the suggestion. He had noticed Omega running  a hand through her hair a few times yesterday. It reminded him of how he would do the same whenever he got headaches on the area around his burn scars. 

“It’s fine,” Omega replied with a straight face. Crosshair knew she was lying. Something was up with her. 

They heard Hunter’s whistle and a ship flying above. Echo was here. Perfect. 

Omega greeted Echo with a hug, and the group was ready to discuss the intel Crosshair had about Tantiss and the clones there, and all Omega knew about everything with the datapad she still had.  

“You go. I’ll be right there. Need to grab the datapad.” Omega let the squad head to upper Pabu to sit down and talk with some drinks. Crosshair watched Omega run back inside the Marauder. Batcher stood next to him, letting out a small whine and looking up at Crosshair. 

“I know.” Even Batcher sensed something was wrong with Omega. But neither of them could figure out what. 

“Crosshair, you comin’?” Wrecker asked. Crosshair looked back at the Marauder. Maybe he would sit Omega down later and ask what was bothering her. Or she didn’t want to talk about it at all, just like he didn’t want to talk about his trembling hand. Crosshair gave Wrecker a nod and walked away as Batcher followed behind. 

***

Night fell. The squad had gone over a plan to head to an old Imperial base Crosshair had been to before so they could get the datapad working and gather more information about Tantiss. Hunter and Crosshair continued to avoid eye contact as the squad gathered their gear and loaded up the ship Echo had arrived on. 

Omega sat on top of a cargo box, repeatedly tapping her foot. Her headache had returned earlier, and when Hunter asked about it, she replied, “I’m fine.” She kept her gaze locked onto the ground, hardly blinking. 

“Omega.” Omega looked up, being startled by Wrecker’s voice. “You okay?”

Omega stood up, lighting up another normal smile. “Yep! Just waiting on the cargo to get all loaded up. Anything I can help with?”

Crosshair closed a cargo box, raising an eyebrow at Omega. She scratched her head again when no one was looking but him. He didn’t know if it was a good idea bringing Omega along right now with whatever pain she was feeling in her head. But she was too stubborn to listen to anyone tell her no. He would have tried talking to the others about how she was acting on Lau, but he doubted they’d believe him. 

Echo was organizing a few pieces of gear in the back of the cargo ship when the sensors went off. Multiple ships were incoming towards the island. He immediately ran outside. “Boys, there’s incoming ships approaching.” 

The squad saw shuttles flying overhead and landing around Pabu. Citizens started screaming and running back to their homes once troopers began patrolling around the area. 

Crosshair’s hand started trembling even more. The Empire was here. How did they even find this place?

“The Marauder, now!” Hunter screamed. Omega followed the boys and Batcher cautiously towards the Marauder, aerial fighters gliding overhead. Blaster fire shot down from above, striking the Marauder and destroying it within seconds. The squad stopped and stared in shock. Their home was gone. Omega’s room was gone. 

Wait. Gonky was inside the Marauder. Lula was inside the Marauder. Even they’re now gone too. 

Troopers were running towards the area where Echo’s ship was parked. Echo had run back inside and tried to send an emergency message to Rex, but all of their comms were being jammed. He saw troopers circle around the ship, hearing blaster fire coming from outside. 

The Batch circled around Omega to protect her, keeping their blasters upright and shooting at the troopers running towards them. Echo ran outside and joined the fight. 

They were getting outnumbered. White armor piled up in many rows with blasters pointed towards the squad. Batcher growled at them. 

Hunter sensed some troopers coming directly towards the squad. He turned and was instantly hit hard by a trooper, falling on his back. The squad huddled around Omega, but multiple other troopers closed in, attacking each of the Batch one by one. Omega distanced herself away from every attack, moving away from her squad. 

These weren’t regular troopers. They had dark green armor, similar to the operative Rex had captured a long time ago. Each of them attacked the members of the Batch with brutal force and different weapons while the troopers in white observed, slamming them down one by one. 

Crosshair tried to fight. His anxiety was increasing. His shaking hands could barely hold his weapon. The trooper was strong, each of their blades trying to strike him down. It was the same armor that would shadow Tantiss wherever the clone prisoners were taking for… training. 

Batcher barked and stood in front of Omega. One of the troopers crept closer to the girl, and Batcher had to act. She launched at the trooper and tried to bite them. The trooper fought back and used their strength to take Batcher down. One of the bigger and stronger troopers grabbed Batcher and threw her to the ground. Batcher whined, struggling to get up. 

Omega was unprotected and out in the open. The boys fought against the troopers as hard as they could, yet their talents were unmatched. Each soldier fell to the ground with blood dripping down from their faces, pinned down by a trooper. Binders were attached to their hands. 

One of the troopers caught hold of Omega, turning her around and holding her close. The trooper held his sniper rifle with a tight hand on her shoulder. 

“Let me go!” Omega tried to get him to let go of her, but he wouldn’t budge. She sighed as the operative attached binders to her hands. Her brothers glared at the trooper. 

“Let her go!” Wrecker exclaimed. 

“If you do anything to her-” Hunter’s words were cut short when a blaster was pushed into the back of his hair. The squad were on their knees, binders holding their hands together. 

Crosshair wondered why Omega wasn’t fighting back more. Knowing her, she would be screaming and trying to get away from the trooper, fighting back and attempting to grab their weapon. But she stood still. Scratched her head a bit again. Omega looked at her brothers, and Crosshair swore he saw darkness in her eyes. 

Control. 

His hand trembled more violently. 

A few troopers moved aside, and the operatives stood to attention behind the Batch. He was here. 

Hemlock walked forward, fiddling with his gloved hand. He placed his hands behind his back and focused his icy eyes on the Batch with a grin. “Putting the life of a soldier behind and hiding away on a discrete island, are we?”

The Batch watched him with burning hatred in their eyes. Hemlock’s eyes moved towards Crosshair. “You two put up quite a fight, but I thank you for complying with the young clone’s instructions. I knew all of you could easily be fooled by her.”

“What are you talking about?” Echo asked. He still didn’t understand how Hemlock managed to track them. Why was he referencing Omega so much?

Hunter glanced at Crosshair. He still didn’t trust him, but it was an unlikely possibility that he did anything. Crosshair was with them all day. 

Crosshair noticed Hunter staring. None of this was him. He didn’t even have the means to contact Hemlock and bring him here. But someone did. Crosshair looked at Omega again, who remained still next to the operative. 

“Maybe you should ask your sister yourself.” Hemlock suggested. 

All eyes went to Omega. She looked at her brothers. Now that Hunter was getting a closer look, she didn’t appear completely the same. Her face looked hardened and serious, and she seemed to be looking sharply at her brothers. She never had looked at them this way. 

“Omega, what is he talking about?” Wrecker asked her. She didn’t reply, keeping a straight face. 

“Omega…” Hunter began, but he didn’t know what was the right question to ask. She wasn’t acting right. 

“How did you track us?” Crosshair spoke up. “What did you shove into my head?” His mind wandered back to Omega.

“Oh, it’s not what you think.” Hemlock gave the CX operative a nod. The operative unlocked her binders, allowing her to give up the act. Omega walked over to Hemlock with a straight face while her brothers watched her, confused. 

Crosshair had known something was wrong with her. He regretted not acting sooner. 

She stood next to Hemlock with her hands behind her back, mimicking Hemlock’s stance. Her mouth curled into a grin and her eyes darkened. The Batch couldn’t believe what they were seeing. 

“You all trust her so much that you wouldn’t notice that she went behind your back and sent me your location.” He placed a hand on Omega’s head, caressing the loose strands of her hair. “Little Omega just needed to wait for the right moment to reveal herself.”

“What did you do to her?!” Hunter screamed. Fury raged in him. Omega was listening to the very man who had caused them pain for the past five months. They had fought so hard to get her back, and she wasn’t even the same girl now. She wasn’t his young and curious girl. Hunter tried to get up and fight back, but was pushed right back down by the operatives. 

The right question arrived in Crosshair’s mind, which worried him the most. “What did you put in Omega’s head?” he asked, his voice shaking. 

“All will be explained. For now,” Hemlock paused. He locked eyes with the operatives. Without another instruction, the operatives stunned the Batch and knocked them out, using two to three rings to make sure Wrecker was completely knocked out. 

Omega watched her brothers fall to the ground. Deep inside, Omega felt worried for them, angry they were being treated this way. She was the one who had sent Pabu’s location to Tantiss using the Marauder while getting the datapad earlier. No one completely suspected her, and how could they? She was their little innocent ray of sunshine. Hemlock had done everything he could to ensure that she followed his orders, and Omega complied with the plan without any refusal. Now it is complete. 

They served their purpose. Now go where you actually belong. The voice in her head spoke to her, controlling her every thought. The operatives picked up the Batch one by one and piled them up like cargo, taking them to the ship. 

“Come, Omega,” said Hemlock, turning around to head back to the shuttle he arrived in. Omega was about to follow, but she felt like turning back for a few seconds. She watched the men she had spent so much time with ever since she had left Kamino disappear from her view. Omega didn’t know why her eyes felt like tearing up when she saw their heartbroken faces. When Hunter screamed in pain. 

“Omega.” She heard Hemlock’s voice. A tiny headache resurfaced. Omega blinked and turned away. You don’t need them anymore. 

She didn’t. She had a purpose somewhere else. Omega took Hemlock’s outstretched hand, walking alongside him and leaving the island behind. 

***

Hunter awoke first with a light shining above him. He was laying down, his arms restricted by the cuffs on the experimentation tube. His entire body was kept strapped down so he wouldn’t be able to move. They were definitely on Mount Tantiss, far away from protection. A few operatives stood around, guarding the room. 

The others were kept in the same position around Hunter, experimentation tubes lined up in a circle in the room they were being held in. They slowly woke up groggily after being knocked out for hours. 

Crosshair’s heart rate accelerated. No. Not again. I can’t do this. It was the same room he had been taken to before many times with other clones. The same room where Hemlock tried to mess with their minds and make him one of them. Hemlock had already managed to make one of their own succumb to his control. But the others didn’t know that because Crosshair couldn’t bring himself to tell them. 

Echo struggled with the cuffs, trying to get himself out. He could see flashbacks of Skako Minor and the way he was kept locked up for the Separatists to control and make use of. He couldn’t escape. There was no way out, and there were droids around in this room. Echo panicked. He wanted to get out. He couldn’t do this again. Rex likely didn’t even know he was here now. Who would save them?

The doors opened as Hemlock and the operative that had Omega in their clutches walked in. All eyes turned to the doctor as he stepped into the middle of the circle. “Good, you’re all awake.”

Omega. Hunter’s mind traveled back to her. He remembered her stoic expression and the way she stood next to Hemlock. He couldn’t see the bright and outgoing girl he took care of for months anymore. 

“Where is Omega?” Hunter growled. Hemlock turned to him, smiling. 

“She’s fine. Omega is exactly where I want her to stay, and she is complying with my orders perfectly.” Hemlock let out a soft chuckle. “If she was older and wasn’t needed for another project, I might have made use of her in another way.”  He looked at the operative standing next to him. “She has a very strong resilience, but I was able to break that.”

Hunter couldn’t imagine their young sister acting like one of those troopers that had struck them down with so much force. Her beautiful face masked and hidden away for no one to ever see again except for the eyes of this monster, blindly controlled and used for annihilation all in the name of the Empire. 

“What… did you do to her?” Wrecker asked, still waking up. He was getting tired of these games. Wrecker was hurt by the way Omega looked at him with darkness in her eyes. All of her playfulness was gone. His best friend, gone. 

“Right, I should keep my word and explain everything.” Hemlock fiddled with his gloved hand again. He turned to Crosshair, making Crosshair feel uncomfortable. 

“CT-9904 already knows about the tactics I use to erase the mind of a clone and make them into something much more useful to the Empire. Everyone now views clones as something that can be thrown away and is no longer needed to keep order in this galaxy. But I see them as opportunities to create stronger beings for the Emperor to take advantage of. Crosshair…” 

Crosshair’s name slipped out like venom from Hemlock. He continued, “...failed to yield to my tactics before, but I’ve been trying out a few newer modifications. And your Omega became my first test subject.”

Every word was making Hunter get even more furious. He just wanted to see his girl. 

Hemlock turned to Hunter and crept forward with slow steps. “I managed to design a type of implant that is nothing like the chips the Kaminoans had placed into your heads. Instead of being a physical implant, it’s an electrical shock that when enhanced enough, it can completely take over one’s mind and follow anyone’s orders. Something that cannot be reversed.

“I made a plan for Omega to bring all of you to me, and there had to be a specific way. So the electrical shock was used on Omega, piercing into her head until her screams stopped.” Hemlock stopped walking, close to Hunter. “She is fully under my control, and she did well. Now she will be used for Project Necromancer as long as she is alive.”

“You kriffing monster-”

Before Wrecker could say more and try to fight against his handcuffs with his strength, he was hit with multiple electrical shocks. The operative in the room had punched a button to activate the shocks. Wrecker groaned as it stopped. 

Hunter felt like crying. Omega had those headaches. Like Crosshair and Wrecker did with their chips. But there was no chip inside Omega. Everyone had fallen blind to her innocent lies and what they couldn’t figure out. 

“Now now, there’s no need to get aggressive.” Hemlock grinned, motioning for the operative to come forward. “Omega was a successful test experiment, and her mind is all for my taking. I’m just surprised my previous tactics worked on your dear brother before I changed them.”

Now what was he talking about? Silence fell in the room, broken by a laugh from the doctor. “Let me show you what I mean.”

He gave the operative a nod, who set down his rifle and removed his helmet. No one believed what they saw. 

Tech was here. Standing right in front of them and dressed in the same dark green armor the other operatives were given. His eyes were unmasked, one replaced by a cybernetic eye similar to Wrecker’s and the other wearing an advanced contact lens to support his vision. 

Crosshair trembled. His brothers now knew the truth of what happened to Tech after believing he was dead for months. He wished he had the strength to say something earlier. 

It was likely Omega also knew what had become of him. Crosshair had noticed that she looked saddened when they mentioned Tech during their escape. Guess that was another act. 

“CT-9902 was able to surrender to my tactics, and he’s been a fine operative. Omega and Tech, was it? They are both in my hands, and I will make use of them. The same way I am going to turn all of you into mindless soldiers compliant to me only. You all will please the Emperor on my behalf.”

Each member of the squad was hit with ribbons of electricity. Their painful screams filled up the room, music to Hemlock’s ears. 

Tech… no. Not anymore. CX-2 watched the members of the Bad Batch suffer in anguish with a stone face. He couldn’t feel anything. But he felt like he used to know them. They would soon become operatives under his command if they survived. Nothing more. 

***

Omega leaned her head back against the wall. She could hear their screams passing through the walls while being in a room near the training room. Omega had asked what would become of them, and Hemlock said they would be conditioned to become better soldiers and useful to the Empire. 

They had their purpose, and she had her own here. Her blood was useful for the Emperor’s project, and she was willing to do whatever it takes to make everyone proud of her. 

You are vital to this project. I am proud of you for complying. 

A fresh loose tear made its way down her cheek. Omega didn’t know why she was crying. She continued to hear the Batch’s screams, causing more tears to roll down. She wiped her face and groaned. They didn’t matter anymore. Nothing could ever be as it was anymore. It was time to move forward.

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Siffrin plays Disco Elysium AU: Featuring backseat gamer Loop.

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botw got me into watching every zelda theory on the planet and totk got me out of it :I

i will focus on my comic and the rewrite project, rant here an there or answer some questions but im pretty sure im not gonna watch/read anything zelda theory related for a good while