#i....i am going to get home and collapse. for real. i want to curl up in a ball and cry and die.

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[baptismbaby]

† GOD, FORGIVE ME

mean!ellie williams x innocent!reader a/n: i also posted this on my ao3: baptismsbaby warnings: reader is an extremely innocent christian girl, blaspheming, corruption, drug dealer!ellie, petnames (pup is used in case anyone doesn't like that), fingering (r! receiving), belittling, toxic!ellie, oral (r!receiving), virgin!reader

creds to elliesgalaxy on pinterest for the picture of ellie.

wc: 5.2k<3 part two here

You breathed a sigh of relief as you entered the gates of Jackson on your horse. You had just finished up patrol and was ready to collapse in your bed. You looked over at Dina and smiled. “Man, I’m happy to be home.”

“Me too,” Dina agreed with a laugh. “Things got too intense out there.”

“Yeah, luckily I was there to save your life.”

Dina scoffed. “Oh, shut up. I had it but of course, you had to show off.”

You hopped off your horse and led it to the stables, passing it off to the man on duty. “Here she is,” you said. “Get your rest, Ginger!”

Dina said goodbye to Japan, running to catch up with you. “Hey, I forgot to mention but Jesse said he wanted to throw a party tonight. It’ll be small, not too many people at all.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A party? Really?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun! Jesse and his friends got some liquor and cups from Seth. Perfect timing too since everyone has the weekend off.”

“Dina,” you began. But before you could continue, Dina cut you off.

“I’m not saying you have to drink with us! I know you’re a good little Christian girl,” she joked.

You frowned. “Hey, that’s not nice.”

“Please come,” she begged. “It wouldn’t be fun without you.”

“What exactly do I bring to the table? It’s not like I can do anything,” you said. 

Dina stepped in front of you and placed her hands on your arms to stop you. “Listen, just please come and stay for at least half an hour. If you want to leave, you can. I won’t stop you or try to convince you to stay. I wanna have a good time with my friends and you’re one of my favorites. Please don’t let me suffer with all of Jesse’s friends. They’re… too male, almost.”

You sighed in defeat. “Ugh, fine! I’ll go if you really want me to.”

Dina clapped her hands in excitement. “Good! Come, I have some clothes you can borrow that’ll look real nice on you.”

You groaned as Dina pulled you by your hand, taking you to her place. She couldn’t contain how happy she felt. You never came to parties with her. They were rare and usually happened once every couple of months. Usually, you wouldn’t give in to Dina’s begging. You would just go home, curl up with a book and fall asleep before the party even began. Dina would come over the next day to tell you all the “sinful” things that went on. You didn’t understand what half of the things she said even meant, you were far too sheltered growing up and focused on reading the Bible most of the time.

“Who’s all gonna be there?” you asked as you walked inside her house.

“Well, I know Jesse’s whole group of friends are coming. Then there’s you, me, and…” she trailed off, looking away. You tilted your head to try and catch her attention. She fought hard not to look your way but you still kept trying to make eye contact until she finally looked at you. “Ellie,” she almost whispered. You sneered at the mention of the Williams girl.

“Ugh, I should’ve known,” you murmured. “Of course Ellie would be there.”

“Seriously, why do you two bicker so much?” Dina asked. “It’s like watching two kids fight over a toy. Or… really, more so like watching someone yell at a puppy for no reason.”

Your face fell. “Oh no… am I the puppy Dina? Please, don’t say I’m the puppy.”

Dina bit her lip and shrugged. “I mean… your comebacks are… something else.”

“What? Are you saying I can’t be mean?”

Dina couldn’t hide the smile growing on her face as she tried not to laugh. “You once said ‘bless your heart’ and that you’d pray for her.”

You scoffed as she broke into fits of laughter. “Hey, ‘bless your heart’ is the worst insult to receive where I come from! Sorry I felt bad afterwards and told her I’d pray for her!”

“Oh, I’m just messing. It’ll be alright. I’ll tell Ellie to cool it. I honestly don’t think she means anything by it. You’re just easy to tease,” Dina said as she made way to her closet. She pulled out a black longsleeve and extremely short shorts. “Here, wear this.”

You made a face at the outfit. “Is that not a bit… much?”

“Loosen up a bit! I think it’ll look real nice on your figure. Make the girlies pop out a little,” she said with a wink. 

You undressed and put the outfit Dina gave you on. She was right but left out the fact that the shorts revealed too much, your ass practically hanging out. The shirt fell just above your belly button. Dina gawked at the sight of you. “Hey, you should dress slutty more often.”

You couldn’t help but to admire yourself in the mirror. You were big on dressing as modest and comfortable as possible. You didn’t realize you had curves until now. “Wow… I think I kinda like this?”

“What can I say, I’m a genius,” bragged Dina.

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You and Dina arrived at the party an hour later. Jesse opened the door and stopped in his tracks. Dina grinned. “I know right?”

Jesse looked you up and down then back at Dina. “Wow, I’m impressed,” he said, complimenting the both of you. “Come in.”

As you walked in, everyone stopped and stared. “Holy shit, you clean up nice!” one of the boys exclaimed. You shifted and looked down at the ground, too anxious to look at anyone. You were way out of your comfort zone but a part of you sort of enjoyed it. Your eyes wandered over to the couch where Ellie sat. She was rolling a joint, paying no mind to you. 

Dina walked over to her and leaned to whisper something in her ear. You stood there, watching Ellie’s face twist in disgust. You tried reading her lips, it looked like she said your name followed by the word “sensitive.” Dina smacked Ellie’s shoulder. Ellie began searching around the room until her eyes landed on you. Her eyebrows went up before turning to Dina. You couldn’t see her lips anymore but saw a smirk grow on Dina’s face.

Everyone took a shot and headed towards the couch. You followed, sitting on the ground next to Dina. You were kinda mad that to your right was Ellie, who now sat on the edge of the couch so the guys could sit next to her. She was so close that you could smell the soap she used. Ellie looked down at you, holding the joint out. Before you could decline, she passed it to the guy sitting next to her instead. “Shit, I forgot,” she said. “You’re too good to smoke.”

You glared at her smug face. “I don’t think I’m too good to smoke.”

“Well, you’re too good to drink.”

She reached over to grab an unopened bottle from the table. She grabbed two glasses and poured the liquor into each one. “I’m not too good to drink either!” you exclaimed, defending yourself.

Ellie chuckled. “Right,” she muttered. She went to grab the shot but you grabbed it first, downing it quickly. You coughed as it burned your throat.

“Woah,” Ellie blurted out sarcastically. “You took one shot, cool.”

You grabbed the other glass angrily and downed it too, slamming it back down on the table. 

“Jesus!” said Dina, grabbing your shoulder. “Take it slow, you don’t wanna get sick.”

At this point, the joint had reached Dina. She passed it to you to pass over to Ellie but you took a hit instead. You inhaled the smoke deeply and blew it out without coughing. You handed it to Ellie who had a playful smirk on her face. “Wow, I think I’m actually impressed.”

“Whatever,” you uttered, standing up to leave the circle. You went into the kitchen to take another shot. For some reason, you felt you had to prove to Ellie that you weren’t just a goody two shoes and that you could have fun. You knew that in order for the Jackson dealer to take you seriously, you would have to commit. 

After a couple shots, you slightly stumbled back to the circle. Dina looked concerned until you giggled. “Oh, boy. This is great,” you slurred, your eyes heavy from the weed. Dina laughed and wrapped an arm around you. “Finally! I’ve been waiting for you to let loose!”

You looked up at Ellie, who was looking further down than your face with furrowed brows. She looked back up and quickly turned away. “Lightweight,” she said.

“Oh, shut it, Ellie,” you snapped. “Just for a second could you please just shut up!”

Ellie laughed. “Good Christian girl suddenly thinks she’s the shit all cause she took a hit off a blunt and a couple shots.”

Everyone groaned, tired of the constant arguing between the two. Every time they were in a room with them, Ellie would make fun of you until you couldn’t take anymore and left. They knew Ellie wasn’t fully serious, she liked picking on you because she thought it was hilarious that you couldn’t take a joke. But part of her started to despise you without her knowledge. Everyone loved you. You were sweet and would pray with anyone who wanted to pray. You would give back to the community and greet everyone who walked past you. Ellie thought it was all an act and grew tired of it.

You, on the other hand, never liked Ellie. She was a dealer who spent all of her free time smoking pot and sleeping around. You didn’t think that was any way to live. You hated the influence Ellie had on your friends. Everyone thought she was funny. You couldn’t understand why.

“Let’s play never have I ever!” Dina suggested, an attempt to break the silence and to lessen the tension that built up in the room. Everyone agreed and put all ten of their fingers up. You followed along, waiting for someone to start.

“Okay,” Dina started. “Loser has to go streaking.”

Everyone cheered. You frowned, unsure if you still wanted to play. “But!” said Dina, causing everyone to be quiet. “Usually, you’re out if you put all your fingers down. But… whoever is left with the most fingers up is the loser.”

You nudged Dina, giving her a look. “You know I’m gonna lose,” you whispered. Dina shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. Just lie.” 

“I’ll start,” said Jesse. “Never have I ever… made out with someone on patrol.”

Everyone put their fingers down except you.

“Never have I ever… had sex during patrol,” Dina said. Almost everyone put their finger down. They looked at you, waiting for you to say something. You decided to take Dina’s advice and start lying to avoid being the loser.

“Never have I ever snuck out.”

You put a finger down along with everyone else. Ellie scoffed. “Yeah sure,” she muttered. “Never have I ever had sex.”

You put a finger down, knowing that wasn’t true. Ellie kicked your knee lightly. “Wow, you’re getting some? Tell me, who?”

You looked over at Dina, your eyes wide as you tried to come up with a lie. Some girl who passed through Jackson? Some girl you met before Jackson? Your head started to hurt trying to come up with an excuse.

“Who?” Ellie asked again. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Girl,” Dina corrected. “She’s not attracted to men.”

You nodded, not really caring that Dina had outed you. You knew that you were surrounded by people who wouldn’t judge. Except for Ellie, even though she wasn’t straight herself.

Ellie looked genuinely shocked. “Really? Who’s the girl?”

You shrugged. “I’m not gonna name drop.”

“Because this girl isn’t real,” said Ellie. “Lying is a sin. You would know. You just don’t want to be the loser.” 

“Hey, it’s not fair to lie,” one of Jesse’s friends complained. Suddenly, everyone started whining about how it was against the rules. Either you say who it was or admit that you’re lying. You felt heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment. Ellie was grinning but it went away when she saw tears in your eyes.

“I’m teasing, man. Chill… don’t be a crybaby about it.”

“Fuck you, Ellie,” you spat out. A few people gasped, including Dina. She turned to Jesse, resting her head on his shoulder. She felt guilty for suggesting to play the game and for telling Ellie to be nice. Dina realized it just made her pick on you even more. 

Ellie wasn’t sure what to say. She wasn’t mad but she wasn’t feeling good about the situation either.

“You’re a real piece of shit,” you continued. “Always throwing religion in my face, being mean, just… why? Why target me? I’ve always been nice to you even though I have never, ever liked you! So, fuck you, Ellie!” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I knew better. I shouldn’t have come here when I found out you were gonna be here too. Just give it a rest, Ellie. Grow up!”

You stood up and brushed your shorts off. You faced your friends who all sat back quietly, avoiding your gaze. “Sorry for ruining your fun, guys.”

You stormed up the stairs and into one of the spare bedrooms. You collapsed on the bed, your head spinning. You felt awful for how you reacted but felt she deserved it. You were worried you ruined the party until you heard music along with everyone singing loudly. 

You heard a knock on the door. You got up, cracking it open. You were expecting Dina but felt your stomach drop when you saw Ellie. You tried to shut the door but Ellie stopped it with her hand, shoving her way inside and slamming the door shut and locking it. “I’m not here to bitch at you, I want to talk to you.”

“You really want to make things worse?”

“You’re right. I am a piece of shit,” Ellie hissed. “I know I go too far teasing you but you take everything seriously!”

“You don’t know me, Ellie,” you mumbled, too afraid to speak up in case your voice cracked. “I won’t lie and say that I ever cared for you. I don’t like the way you choose to live your life but I still was kind to you. You never gave me a chance.”

“Because you act like you’re better than everyone!”

“How?” you shouted. “All I want is to make friends with everyone, spread a little peace and love in this shitty world! It’s comforting to me, Ellie! I don’t think I’m better than you or anybody. I enjoy making others happy and you enjoy making people miserable. Actually, just me. Because I have never seen you do this to others. You hate me and I wish you didn’t! I hear how Dina talks about you and I see how you laugh with your friends and I’m jealous. I know I could’ve liked you had you been friendly with me. Because I was angry at myself for judging you so quickly. It was wrong of me. But of course, I was right!”

You turned away from Ellie and sat down on the bed, your arms crossed over your chest. “I felt I had to prove that I’m cool,” you continued. “I thought you would stop for just one night if you saw how cool I can be.”

“You want the truth?” Ellie asked.

“You’re always truthful. So, I might as well say yes even if I don’t really give a shit.”

“I meant it when I said I was impressed earlier.”

You scoffed. “Sure.”

“I can’t even take two shots back to back like that.”

“Stop teasing, Ellie. I am convinced that being torn apart by infected is less stressful than dealing with you.”

“Just shut the fuck up and let me talk, okay? I’m leading into something.”

You flinched at her raised voice, slowly looking up to see her facial expression harden. 

“I’m jealous of you,” she admitted. “I’m jealous that you can still believe in something and that you still care when everything is so fucked!”

You stood up, walking towards Ellie as she spoke. “I’d give anything, anything, to be that way. I had bitter feelings towards you. I think I wanted to tear you down so you wouldn’t be so… sweet. Giving, caring, everything I never could be.”

You watched her face closely, trying to figure out if she was telling the truth. 

“I fuck girls like you and ignore them so they can hurt. Maybe I want the world to suffer with me,” said Ellie. “But I couldn’t do that to you. You’re too… good. I had to find another way.”

You paused as you connected what she said together. “Wait, you wanna…?” you trailed off, too shy to say it.

Ellie scratched her neck awkwardly. “Well, I did… but you’d never do that.”

“I might have,” you said, almost feeling ashamed of how bold you were being. You never would have thought this sober but Ellie was really pretty. If the circumstances were different, you knew that she would be your type. 

Ellie was taken aback by your statement.

“What?” Ellie questioned.

“Not now, since I know you would’ve ignored me.”

Ellie stepped closer to you, eyeing your body up and down. She thought you looked good tonight and couldn’t help but to peek at your tits when you weren’t paying attention, or your ass when you were turned away. 

“I… know I would’ve back then,” Ellie whispered, getting even closer to you. She stood above you, watching as your face turned red. Your heart sped up. You wondered why your panties started to feel a bit wet at the sight of Ellie looking down at you. You usually never got turned on. Ellie was right, you were just a good Christian girl who didn’t do anything. You never even tried touching yourself. Since you were breaking the rules now, you thought maybe you could break some more and pray for forgiveness later.

“I’m not so sure now,” Ellie continued, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I never knew you were hiding that under all those baggy clothes.”

“A-Are you saying that in a bad way?”

Ellie shook her head. “When I first saw you earlier, I told Dina I kinda wanted to fuck you.”

Your breath hitched. “What did… Dina say?”

“That if I was nicer,” she said, stepping closer so there was almost no space left between your bodies. “I just might get to.”

Ellie caressed your cheek slowly. “Am I nice enough now, pretty girl?”

Your panties were soaked at this point. Your body trembled, afraid that you wouldn’t know what to do since it was your first time. Even though ten minutes ago you didn’t like the girl, you suddenly wanted nothing more than to be underneath her.

“I really… was lying earlier,” you mumbled.

“I know you were.”

“You don’t care that I’ve never… had sex before?”

Ellie smirked. “I’m glad you’ve never been fucked before. I want to be the one who corrupts you. I want everybody who fucks you after me to be a disappointment so you come crawling back. You’ll never find better than me, not even your own hand.”

Ellie leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. You pulled away to speak. “I don’t even do that…”

Ellie chuckled. “Really? Little church girl don’t know how to please herself?”

Usually, you would get mad at Ellie for saying stuff like that. Now, her insults just made you throb even more. 

“Have you even kissed before?”

You bit your lip shyly and shrugged. “Not… really. When I was 13, a boy tried kissing me and I didn’t kiss back.”

“Aw, poor pup,” Ellie teased, running her fingers on the exposed skin of your tummy. “I get to teach you everything.”

Finally, Ellie collided her lips with yours. She was super gentle, placing her hand on your cheek and brushing it with her thumb. You melted in the kiss, pressing your thighs together to ease your aching cunt. The friction made it feel even better, causing you to release a soft moan into her mouth. Ellie pulled away, smirking at the noise you made. “I wanna hear more of that.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you admitted. “I don’t know if I can do anything to make you feel good.”

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

You hesitated a bit before nodding. Of course you wanted that. You were just scared that you’d be bad at it since you had zero experience.

“Then let me fuck you. I get off to getting you off, understand?” asked Ellie. 

“Y-Yes.”

“Good girl,” Ellie praised. “Lay down, baby.”

You obeyed and laid down onto the bed. You watched as Ellie slowly took your boots off and dropped them onto the ground. “Lift your hips up for me?”

You lifted your hips and let Ellie pull your shorts off. Ellie bit her lip at the sight of your white cotton panties. She could see how soaked they were. “Look at that,” she breathed. You closed your legs to hide yourself but Ellie pulled them back open, holding your thighs down so you couldn’t move. “Filthy little girl,” she cooed. “What would God say about this?”

Your breathing started to grow heavier. “I-I don’t care what He would say,” you whined.

Ellie held back a moan that threatened to escape her lips. She pulled your panties off and threw them behind her.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “Your pussy is so pretty.”

She tugged at your shirt until you got the hint to raise up. She lifted the fabric over your head and dropped it on the floor. You were completely naked while Ellie was fully dressed. She rolled her sleeves up, her eyes never leaving yours. She crawled on top of you and started making out with you passionately. Without pulling away, she started to unbutton her jeans and took them off swiftly. She shoved her knee against your dripping cunt, eliciting a squeal from you. She placed her hands on your hips and guided them up and down so you were grinding on her.

“Just like that, baby. Good girl.”

You started to moan louder, Ellie covering your mouth and shushing you. “As much as I want to make you scream, you don’t want anyone to hear and interrupt us, do you?”

You shook your head no. “Will you be quiet for me?”

“Yes,” you whimper. 

Ellie pressed her knee harder on your pussy. You started to go faster, mewling and biting your lip to keep quiet.

“Such a good girl. You listen so well,” Ellie complimented. She took her knee away and brushed a finger up your slit. Your body jolted at the feeling. “You want me to taste you baby?”

“Please,” you almost cried out, desperate for whatever Ellie planned on doing to you. Ellie moaned at the sight of you squirming. She loved watching you unfold beneath her. To think she ever hated you was beyond her at this point. She wished she had done this sooner as she admired how beautiful you were. 

“Say it,” Ellie demanded. “Use your words, pup.”

“E-Ellie, please” you begged. “F-Fuck me.”

Ellie tutted, shaking her head no. “I plan on fucking you anyway. I want you to beg me to eat you out.”

You were confused. You’ve heard Dina say that Jesse would ‘eat her out’ but you weren’t sure what it really meant. Ellie saw the confusion on your face and laughed. “Wow, you’re too innocent.” 

You started to sit up but Ellie pushed you back down softly. “I know what you’re thinking. I didn’t mean it that way,” she apologized. “It’s okay that you don’t know what that means. I’ll show you baby. You want that?”

You nodded. “Yes, please show me.”

Ellie leaned down between your thighs and started peppering kisses all over them. You reached down to grip her hair as her lips got closer to your pussy. She flicked her tongue across your clit once and looked up at you. “Do you understand now, pup?”

“Mm, yes Ellie.”

She smirked. “You want me to continue?”

“Please?”

Ellie chuckled as she went back down to your dripping cunt, licking it all up and swallowing. She savored the taste of you, going back down for more. You grabbed the pillow beneath your head to put over your face in an attempt to muffle your moans.

Ellie stopped and yanked the pillow out of your hands. “They turned the music all the way up finally. You don’t have to be quiet anymore. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

Ellie pressed her tongue against your clit and went back and forth between a circular motion and flicking it. You nearly screamed from the pleasure, your hands grabbing Ellie’s hair to pull her closer. She moaned against you, speeding her tongue up. She brought a hand up to play with your nipple, squeezing and pulling on it. Ellie used her free hand to gently push one finger in. You yelped, yanking Ellie’s hair harder. She pulled away and licked her lips. “Too much baby?” she asked, out of breath. You shook your head no and pulled her back to keep going.

Ellie loved how tight you felt. The feeling of you gripping around her finger made her want to bend you over and fuck you with a strap. She wished the party was at her place so she could have used all the toys she had on you.

A feeling began to build up in your stomach as you trembled harder. “E-Ellie!” you moaned, bucking your hips upward as you got closer and closer to cumming.

“Come on, baby. That’s it. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

All of the sudden, your body began to convulse as your orgasm hit you hard. Ellie slowly fingered you, riding it out until you pulled away from her. She brought her finger up to your mouth, forcing it open and shoving it down your throat. You sucked on her finger with a moan.

“Such a good girl,” Ellie praised, elated with how quickly you catch on.

“Wow,” you mumbled, out of breath from all the noises you made. “Never in a million years did I think I’d lose my virginity to you.”

Ellie sent you a sly smile. “I never knew I’d take it.”

You raised up slightly, leaning against Ellie’s shoulder. “Are you still going to be mean to me?”

Ellie sighed. “No, baby. That’s all over now.” 

“Good. Do I put my clothes on now?”

“Why do you have to ask for my permission?” Ellie questioned with a laugh.

You giggled. “Well, I like… asking you.”

“Well, then no. I think I want to fingerfuck you some more. Can you take that?”

You froze, looking up at her with a fucked out expression. You were exhausted but didn’t want your time with Ellie to end. “Mhm, I think so.”

Ellie leaned back a bit and grabbed you. “Come lay in my lap, baby. Ass up.”

You complied and laid down, arching your back in excitement. Ellie rubbed her hand over your ass, squeezing tightly as you moaned. “Tell me, did you pray for me?”

Before you could ask what she meant by that, she shoved two fingers into your dripping cunt. You yelped as she fucked you with them slow and hard. “That one time when you got mad at me for making fun of you, you said you’d pray for me. Did you?”

Ellie sped her movements up as she went deeper inside you.

“Fuck!” you yelled out, trembling and kicking your feet at the feeling.

“Answer me, pup, or I’ll stop,” Ellie threatened.

“Yes!”

“Yes what, baby?”

“Yes! God, yes, I prayed for you!”

Ellie went even faster as you got closer to cumming again. “Atta girl, such a sweet pup. Praying for a sinner like me.”

“Ellie! Fuck! I-I prayed for you everyday!” you babbled, unable to speak without getting interrupted by your own sounds of pleasure.

“Yeah? Told God how bad you wanted me? Told Him all your dirty thoughts, you filthy slut?”

You moaned louder, bucking your hips up towards Ellie . “Yes!”

“You’re gonna ask for forgiveness, aren’t you? Like the good Christian girl you are.”

“Mm, yes, Ellie,” you whined, your orgasm about to take over you.

“Then ask, baby, ask.”

“God, forgive me please,” you said in between moans as you finally came undone for her. The force of you cumming shook your entire body and made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You couldn’t help but to repeat Ellie’s name until you started to come down, your body almost collapsing onto her lap. 

“Good girl.”

Ellie helped you up onto your feet, your legs shaking. “Let me help you get dressed,” she offered.

As Ellie helped you into your clothes, you couldn’t help but feel awful. “Ellie? Did I… make God mad at me?”

Ellie stopped, placing her hands on your shoulders and staring deep into your eyes. “Who could be mad at an angel like you?”

You blushed, removing yourself from her grip and tugging your shirt over your head. You put your shoes on next and sighed, looking up at Ellie with a tired smile. “Do we say anything?”

Ellie shook her head no, quickly fixing your hair so it wasn’t obvious what happened. “Just say we talked and you forgave me. I had one hell of an apology,” she uttered with a goofy grin. You laughed softly.

“So, you’re not gonna ignore me, right?”

Ellie wrapped her arms around you for a second before stepping back, eyeing you up and down while heading towards the door. Your heart stung, wondering if maybe Ellie didn’t mean what she said before. 

“Come by tomorrow night,” said Ellie as she turned the knob. “I’ll fuck you so good that you won’t question me again.”

Ellie left you standing there, your mouth open in shock. You waited a couple minutes before heading downstairs to the party.

“Hey,” you heard Dina call out to you. She grabbed your hand and looked at you with concern. “I shouldn’t have said anything to Ellie. It just made her worse. I begged her not to talk to you but-”

“Dina,” you interrupted. “She explained herself and I explained myself. We’re all good.”

Dina looked surprised. “What? Really? You forgave her?”

You looked behind Dina to see Ellie back on the couch, staring at you with a grin as she puffed on her joint. You smiled at Dina and nodded. “Of course I forgave her. Her apology was genuine and…”

“What did she say?” Dina pressed on.

You shrugged. “I can’t remember everything she said but it was one hell of an apology.”

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

hi i really really really liked your mean dom solomon post. can you do one for mean dom satan? thank you!!

Bro I love you so much rn because I was already working on a mean dom Satan thing <3

NSFW, 18+, MDNI, AFAB gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, Mean dom Satan, use of fleshlight, fleshlight insertion, orgasm denial, brat taming, dirty talk, slut shaming and degradation, spanking, cum drinking, fingering

It was a tough fit at first. The cylindrical shape of the fleshlight with its outer ridges and coarseness for grip stretched and pushed your poor pussy to its limits. You felt filled to the brim when the faux cunt was proudly displayed outside of your hole. The lube Satan had covered the toy with drooled out of your stuffed hole. The stretch left a burning need in the pit of your stomach that could only be quenched by the feeling of Satan’s cock pounding you stupid.

“What am I going to do with you?” Satan tsked while making sure your wrists were firmly tied to his bed frame. His nude cock bounced with his movements as it stood at full attention. His head seeped precum at the thought of what he was going to do. Finally, he found a punishment for your bratty behavior that you won’t enjoy. Satan dragged his fingers down your body until he suddenly grabbed your ankles and jerked your legs back. Your pussy made a squelching noise as the faux cunt began to be pushed out. But before you could feel any real difference from the escaping fleshlight, Satan rammed his cock into the lubricated toy. You gasped feeling the toy jerk but not feeling enough movement to satisfy your aching core.

Satan hissed at the feeling of the toy grabbing his cock then pulled back dragging some of it with him. You could feel only the slightest drag of the toy inside you making you wiggle your hips in frustration. Satan then slapped the back of your thigh in frustration. "Stop moving," he growled shoving his cock back into the toy he had lodged into you. "Such a fucking brat you can't even listen to instructions right." You whimpered at his anger a mixture between fear and arousal. You pulled on your restraints as your toes curled in frustration from the lack of stimulation. Your pussy felt full and heavy but nothing came from that. Instead, you had to watch Satan pleasure himself with a fake pussy while you lay under him frustrated. Satan jammed his cock into the toy and slid it out with ease. His eyebrows furrowed in both frustration and pleasure. The toy didn't grip him as lovingly as your pussy did but the sight before him made up for it. You looked so desperate to be fucked as the toy bobbed out of your stretched hole. Your juices and the lube dripping around it made Satan groan in pleasure. This would finally teach you to hang off of Lucifer like that.

Images of you clinging to Lucifer at the galla raced through his mind. At first, he felt hurt then when you saw your smug look in his direction he knew exactly what you were trying to do. Bratty sluts like you want to get used by every cock in the room. Satan had half the mind to let you get used until you couldn't cum anymore just for him to spear you open and ruin your body all over again. He might have let that happen if you weren't hanging off the arm of Lucifer. Instead, he let you have your fun the whole night, clinging to his accursed brother while he paid no mind to your shenanigans. The frustration on your face was adorable when he didn't seem too bothered by your flirtations with Lucifer.

However, when you got home and confronted him that's when all of his self control abandoned him. Something so small and insignificant as a human shouldn't have this much control over one of the lords of Hell but you somehow managed to seduce him.

Satan concentrated on thrusting into the toy. You could only lay back in frustration as the bobbing of the cylindrical cage the silicone was in wasn't enough to do anything for your poor cunt. "Satan!" you whined lifting your chest and then collapsing against the bed, "please!" Satan only shoved a hand against your mouth, smushing your lips into his palm, "shut up." You shivered at his assertiveness and felt another wave of wetness roll through your pussy. "You're lucky I'm even letting you lay in my bed," Satan growled. "Who knows what other cum could have leaked from a used pussy like yours." You squirmed under his insults making him deliver another smack to your thigh.

Tears began to pool in your eyes at the unfairness of it all. Apparently, this grabbed Satan's attention since the cruel hand that was holding onto your hip went ahead on grabbed your cheeks making your lips pucker. His eyes bore into yours with an intenseness you've only seen in his demon form. "Poor baby," Satan growled, "are you frustrated? Hurts to not get what you want, huh?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you pouted. Satan only seemed amused by your attitude. His cock continued pumping into the toy while it stood inside you only barely stimulating you. "Poor thing can't even get off when their pussy is stuffed," Satan grumbled with his eyes trained on where your cunt swallowed the toy.

The whole situation was making his head spin. You looked so lovely being degraded and disrespected under him. He barely had to do anything to get you all worked up and desperate. “Poor little slut can’t even get off without my cock,” Satan grunted between thrusts. He was close and you knew it by how his fingers dug into your skin. His breath coming out in huffs with mumbling a of your name here and there. A whimper played off his lips when he finally let his seed loose into the toy. Further frustration ran through you at the thought of Satan’s cum going to waist inside of the fake pussy instead of you. You were just about to air your frustrations when the slide of Satan removing the toy made you shiver. Your hole releases the fake cunt from its grip only leaving behind your own juices mixed with lube as evidence of it ever being inside you. A devilish look on Satan’s face made you curl into yourself the best you could with your hands bound to his bed.

“You’ve been so good taking your punishment,” Satan purred with the fleshlightin hand. “I think you deserve a reward.”

Satan leaned over you to better control how he tipped the hole of the toy against your lips. “Say ahh and I’ll let you cum.” So desperate to finally reach your own high, you opened your mouth. “Eat up,” Satan smirked. You did as you were told and began moving your tongue into the toy. Satan’s cum and the taste of silicone hit your tongue. You kept sifting your tongue thorough the toy, your lips pressed firm against the faux labia of the toy. Satan reached his other hand down to your neglected pussy and ran his finger over the very tip of your clit. You almost choked on your own spit with how sensitive the lack of stimulation made you.

“What a good slut,” Satan hummed taking your clit between two of his fingers and giving it a tug. His middle and ring finger then pressed down firmly against your sensitive bud before he began rubbing gentle circles into your cunt. All the while you messily ate out the fleshlight trying to drink up all of Satan’s semen in hopes of finally being allowed to reach your orgasm. With one hand, Satan kept the toy steady against your mouth while the other rubbed at your clit. You could feel your hole clenching around nothing where you wished Satan's cock was buried. That tight band in your stomach stretched further with every rub and tug to your clit that Satan's fingers worked. All the while you scooped out every drop of cum you could from the toy. Satan's delectable seed dribbled down your throat as you ate out the silicone pussy.

Then you finally felt the band in your stomach snap. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train making you pull up your knees and wail out Satan's name. All the while Satan looked down on you with adoring eyes. His beautiful pet finally reached their high brought on by his fingers. "Good, good slut," he mumbled guiding you through your orgasm with his fingers. Satan pulled the toy away from your eager mouth and tossed it unceremoniously aside. Still, his fingers continued at your clit making you squirm and writhe in overstimulation.

"Now, are you ready for round 2?"

[darkk-academic]

Writer

[Part I] [Part II]

[Five Hargreeves x Reader]

Summary : You find out Five's real profession.

Warning : Angst?

Note : Thank-you @whydoesmyphoneautocorrectdick this part's for you!

It hadn't been intentional.

Five had one rule just one—for you, anyway—always knock before entering his room unless his door is open, in which case it's alright to walk in.

You had just finished your final draft and you were over the moon. You'd wanted to share it with Five, but he didn't come all day.

So, of course, you decided to visit him yourself.

You wish you hadn't.

He was home, but his door was locked. And you were just so impatient that despite his request to wait, you barged in.

You wish you hadn't.

Five was startled at your entrance.

Funnily enough, so were you, at his appearance.

Because under the bright glow of the light, he stood drenched in blood. White shirt that might as well be considered red, a splatter of it on his face.

•••

"Five? Oh my lord! What happened?" You scrambled after him, concern seeping into your bones. "How did you get so injured?" You shot questions after question. "Where are you injured?" Eyes scanning his body, searching for the wound.

"Amore mio," he sighed. Jaw clenching, his eyes closed for a split second before settling on you again. "You shouldn't have come inside."

"Five, this isn't the time to act tough," you admonished. "I need to see—"

"There's no wound." His face had shuttered, going blank.

Your brows furrowed. "What?"

"The blood isn't mine."

"I—I don't understand."

"Yes, you do."

"No…" You gasped. "No, no, no, no."

But yes, the resigned look in his eyes all but yelled it.

"I… I am a gun for hire," he confessed.

Blood rushed in your head. Heart pounding in your ears. "Were you…" Your voice was faint to your ears. "When…did you—were you going—going to tell me?"

"No." He exhaled. "No, I wasn't."

Letting your gaze stray away from him, you tried to center yourself. It was at that inopportune moment that you remembered your conversation from a week before.

"Getting to do my assignment gave me an opportunity."

You swayed on your feet. "The mur—murder scene…" you choked, feeling light-headed as black spots danced in front of your eyes.

He enacted those…on his—on his victims.

Oh lord…

"Amore mio," he whispered, still so tender, ever caring. You shivered in repulsion. "Amore mio, please." He stepped forward, hand reaching towards you.

"Don't touch me!" You snapped. Taking several steps back, maintaining distance. Ignoring the hurt in his eyes.

You took a fortifying breath. "Did you—" you had to know. "Did you… my—my scenes?"

Please. Please say no. Please. Plea—

Five's answer was a simple, a brutal, "Yes."

A sob escaped your throat.

With tears blurring your eyes, you ran.

•••

You sit in your bathtub, the water from the shower raining down on you.

Curling your hands around your knees, you try to soothe the ache blooming in your heart. Rocking back and forth, you breathe with your mouth.

Blurred eyes stay locked on the bathroom door, which you'd secured to the best of your abilities.

"I help people relocate."

A broken sob echoes. Another. Another. Each with more intensity, they soon turn ceaseless.

"Five," you breathe, "Five, I love you."

So, many times you could have known it if only you'd barged in. Saved those people. Saved your heart.

"I don't help everyone relocate. Just the difficult ones."

"Why did you—" your voice cracks.

You know what you wrote.

You know how barbaric those scenes were.

He—he did it to—

Because of your writing.

Because of you.

"No, please don't do this to me," you plead. Breathing fast, heartbeat picking up.

Phantom screams of unknown people rings in your ears.

"Please, please, please, please…"

Your head spins, darkness shrouding your vision.

His fond smile. His comforting embrace. His piercing eyes. His warm laugh. Him. Him. Him.

You collapse with a whisper of—

"Five…"

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A/N :

What do you guys think? Were the emotions and Reader's reaction good?

Once again, thankyou to @whydoesmyphoneautocorrectdick for asking me to write this scenario.

Hope you guys enjoyed this!

Thankyou! ❤️

[s0nia246]

Prologue: Remnant's Resonance

(Thank you, everyone, for like my au and thank @melancholyofinvisibleshores for the ideas. So for bad writing. Blood and Gore warning)

All I remember was bright light, then a pitch black sky with no moon, yet the trees cast shadows, the leaves to color of blood.

My body was stuck to the ground like glue, and it’s only when my brain started waking up that I could move my limbs at all. Then came the pain.

The throbbing in my head as if someone had taken a hammer to my skull, my hands on fire, but they were too numb to notice any of this until the world came into focus.

It was so cold.

So very cold.

Where.... am I

Where is everyone......

What happened to Remnant.....

Did the plan work.....

did it not.....

No. It had to have worked.

I'm not dead. It was just a hallucination. An illusion brought on by exhaustion. That's all it was. A figment of my imagination. Just a dream. My subconscious must be going mad from trying to make sense of everything that has happened. I just gave to open my eyes to confirm, yet when I moved my neck, an intense, piercing, shooting pain shot through every nerve ending in my body that made me cry out in agony, clutching at my chest and screaming until tears streamed down my face.

What's happening to me?!

Why can't I move!

What has been done to me?!

How will I ever get out of here?!

My mind screamed.

This isn't real!

This isn't real! My inner voice repeated, trying desperately to convince myself that it wasn't real.

But it was really alright. I was stuck in some kind of forest with no clear path leading anywhere. Wait? This looks familiar....am I in the Everfall forest? But how did I get here?

Ruby quickly sat up as all her memories flooded back to her. Everything she had done and what she knew about came flooding in. Her teammates, their mission, her friends, Fighting Salem, everything.

She looked around for anything that could help her escape this place. The trees, trees everywhere! They seemed to cover every available inch of land within sight. There didn't appear to be a way to climb them even if there was a path she could see in front of her.

Nothing.

Just endless foliage all around her. Pain started to spread through her lower abdomen, which prompted Ruby to try and sit more upright.

The pain intensified, making her grip her stomach tightly in order to stop herself from screaming anymore. But the pain kept spreading through her whole body, and before she knew it, she was crying uncontrollably again.

The pain then went up her body to her lungs and throat, and she couldn't control it anymore! She put her hand over her mouth as she felt something coming out of it ..something red... blood.

No no no no no NO!

I don't want this to be real!!

Please, God no!

Don't take this from me.

I can't handle anything else right now!

Not today! Not now! Please! Someone! Anyone, please help me!!! Help her!!!! Save her!!!!!!!!!!!

She threw up in her hand as she continued sobbing loudly, feeling helpless as her entire body shook from a wave of grief.

As the last thing that left her lips was 'Please no, please no', she let go. After everything she had experienced that night alone, she finally allowed herself to collapse onto her side, curling into a fetal position as she continued to scream in anguish.

Her blood landed on the snow like a crimson waterfall, and soon, her body grew colder with each passing second. Soon enough, she began shivering violently as cold sweat dripped down her face and fell onto the ground.

She looked down at her bloody throw up and noticed a gold scepter adorned with intricate engravings.

"How did that come out of me?" Ruby thought as she picked up scepter. It was as big as her hands. She puts the Relic on her belt loop as she she looked around at her surroundings once more, still seeing nothing but forest, trees, and more woods.

Nothing changed.... was that opening always there?

Ruby squinted her silver eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever had caused her such extreme discomfort, hoping it would disappear like the rest of the scenery. It didn't, though, even after staring at the dark horizon for nearly 30 minutes without seeing a thing.

The only difference between the surrounding forest was the large patch of ice where she had thrown up, and her blood stained the snowy landscape.

"Why is her grave her?" Ruby had the get up. She had to see if it was true.. If she truly was Summer's grave.

She struggled to get up, using her hands and arms to push herself upright against the tree trunk that supported her. Each time she tried, the pain got worse.

Every time she took a step towards her late mother's grave though, it stopped. Like the pain was somehow negated by the snow. Or maybe... it was because of the ice covering the ground.

Either way, it made her feel better. She was getting somewhere. She had to keep moving forward, one foot in front of the other, no matter how painful or agonizing it might be. Ruby was strong, tougher than she looked, she reminded herself as she pushed forward, trying to ignore the pain radiating throughout her whole body.

"Summer Rose / Thus Kindly I Scatter." Read her mother's grave stone. She read them slowly as she limped forward.

She stared at the letters etched in the smooth white rock, feeling her legs start giving out under her. It hurt so much. All of her muscles ached, especially her legs and arms. And she felt hot and cold. She was sweating profusely, and she couldn't seem to control her shaking.

She leaned against the gravestone, placing one knee to the ground and using it for support before she slumped down to the ground, letting herself fall to the ground in a heap, the everything was on her mind, she just want to talk to anyone at this point.

"Please. Where are you? Are you okay? Are you scared? Am I too late?"

Her silver eyes looked up over the cliff edge, and her eyes widened in fear. A large pool of ink-black liquid that fills the lake below her glowed a deep red as blood spilled from the edges. It ran over the rocks, forming a wide pool of thick black ink before spilling out into the frozen waters of Lake Everglade.

As she watched, horrified, a large unknown grimm jumped from the surface and swam towards her, grabbing onto the edge of the stone.

They are far more terrible than every Grimm she has ever encountered, and they are advancing towards her, their murmurs forming discernible words now:

"You are Little Red Riding Hood! Little Red Riding Hood, you are! You play with the birds, the bees, and the woods! Your name is Little Red Riding Hood! Your name is Ruby Rose!"

Hearing her name spoken by the Grimm company is what breaks Ruby out of her stupor. In a heartbeat, she activates her semblance and zooms out of the clearing.

"Don't run Ruby. Everyone misses you. We're so glad you decided to come back. Come on home now!" the grimm voices called out in unison. One of them added, "It's okay now. We miss you very much." before fading away completely. "We'll be waiting for you. We love you."

Ruby felt tears run down her cheeks, as another thought crossed her mind:

What have I become...?

@weiss-royal-schnee @surefootcleric

[klopford]

Convalescence (ch 1)

Eyy so that WIP I posted earlier? First chapter is done! Here it is on AO3 if you prefer to read there!

But also here it is as a post because some people prefer to read these here and it's only 1,843 words right now? (I'll only tag the characters that actually make an appearance in this chapter)

IDK, is this enough space for a jump?

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“We’re home, my friend! We’re home!”

As the Ragnarok continues its descent and makes the switch from artificial to real gravity, the Warrior of Light’s knees buckle. The crash of her armor against the floor as she collapses gets the attention of everyone on the bridge, and she’s once again surrounded by Scions, with Alphinaud quickly on his knees beside her.

“Katina! Are you alright? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you to stand so soon!”

The Paladin gives a halfhearted wave of dismissal from where she lay. “I’m fine…” she mumbles, “…just tired.” She tries to get up again but feels dizzy, placing her head back on the floor and closing her eyes.

Alisaie joins her brother in kneeling beside Katina and puts a hand on her chest to encourage her friend to stay still. “You’re not going anywhere,” she says firmly, “except back to the stretcher and then off to a bed.” She looks up at Estinien and Urianger at the mention of the stretcher, as if to ask the taller and stronger Elezen men to help move the fully armored Highlander Paladin.

Katina gives Alisaie a weak smile. “Says the one who refuses to stay in bed when injured… eep!” She yelps as Estinien carefully picks her up and places her back on the stretcher.

“I’ve never been as injured as you are right now!” Alisaie exclaims

Alphinaud speaks up. “You’ve been close…” he says, but refrains from elaborating as his sister glares at him.

The Paladin smiles at the twins. “Calm down you two,” she says before closing her eyes again, “I don’t think I could go anywhere even if I wanted to...” Her voice grows quieter as she trails off, raising some concern from her friends.

“Are you still with us?” Alphinaud asks as he kneels by the stretcher, looking Katina over for any signs of trouble. She turns her head to his voice, but doesn't respond other than a weak nod before losing consciousness again.

In the background, Thancred is still on the linkpearl with the waiting party in Sharlayan. “We will need a chirurgeon available as soon as we land,” he says.

---

When Katina wakes, she finds herself in a soft bed, stripped of her armor and dressed in a simple linen gown that reaches her knees. As she stretches and stirs, she feels a searing pain in her right hip, and her left foot nudges something.

Alisaie is curled up at the foot of the bed, asleep and trying to take up as little space as possible, but the nudge wakes her and she sits up quickly, blushing. “You're awake! Good!” Her voice rouses Alphinaud, who was asleep in a nearby chair. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I was trampled by a primal...” Katina grumbles. The horrified look on Alphinaud's face tells her this comment may have been in bad taste, remembering Arenvald. “Sorry,” she says quickly. “Where am I?”

“The Sharlayan Infirmary,” Alphinaud answers, yawning as he gets his bearings. “We brought you here as soon as the Ragnarok landed.”

“By 'we,' he means Estinien and Urianger carried your stretcher while the rest of us escorted you,” Alisaie clarifies.

“Where is everyone else?” Katina asks, trying to push herself up onto her elbows but wincing at the pain.

“Thancred, Y'shtola, Urianger, and G'raha are giving their report to the Forum. Estinien is standing guard outside... you've had no small number of admirers and well-wishers wanting to visit and express their gratitude!” Alphinaud explains. “Tataru and Krile have been making sure any 'get well' gifts are delivered to the Annex.” He frowns as he watches Katina struggle to sit up. “You mustn't strain yourself! Please, continue to rest!”

“Here,” Alisaie says as she gets up to offer a hand, assisting Katina into a seated position as Alphinaud reaches behind the bedridden Paladin to prop up a pillow for her to recline against.

“Ah... thanks,” Katina sighs as she's carefully moved to rest against the pillow and headboard, gently touching her right hip to get an estimate of the extent of the injury and gasping in pain at even her own light touch. “Not a very good location to get injured... damn scythe.” Noting the worried looks on the twins' faces, she asks, “How bad is it? Overall? Have the chirurgeons said anything?”

Alphinaud sighs before relaying everything he knows. “You took quite the beating. We did what we could on the Ragnarok , but we didn't have time to remove your armor and do a thorough examination, you were barely hanging on as it was!” He looks somehow disappointed in himself for not being able to do more. “You lost a lot of blood, and the wound on your hip is resisting most attempts at healing. It could be days, if not weeks, before you're allowed out of bed.”

“Honestly, it was a miracle you could even stand up for the brief time you did as we arrived!” Alisaie scolds, clenching her fists and resting them on the edge of the bed as she leans closer. “What did I say about taking better care of yourself?”

Were it any other person, Katina might not appreciate the scolding, but she knows this is Alisaie's way of showing that she cares. “It's alright, it's not like I have much of a choice right now,” she says before looking at Alphinaud. “You said weeks? I sure hope not...”

Their conversation is interrupted by Estinien opening the door and poking his head in. “Ah good, you're awake,” he says, a faint smile on his face. “There's a chirurgeon here to check on you.”

The Azure Dragoon steps aside and a middle aged Hyur walks in, carrying a tray with potions, tea, and a bowl of soup. “Mistress Star, glad to see you up! I just need to do a quick examination and change your dressings, then I have these potions for pain management and blood replenishment, as well as some supper if you feel up for it.” He sets the tray on the bedside table and then turns to the twins with a shooing gesture. “If you wouldn't mind giving my patient some privacy?”

Alphinaud and Alisaie, realizing that the exam would probably expose more of the Warrior of Light than either of them wanted to see, simply nod at the chirurgeon and step outside to wait with Estinien. While they wait, G'raha Tia enters the infirmary and spots everyone outside Katina's door, causing him to rush over with a worried look on his face. “Is she ok?” he asks.

“She's awake now, just being looked over by the healers,” Alisaie explains.

As if on cue, the door opens and the chirurgeon exits. “You can go back in, but let's try to keep the visitors to a minimum. She does need to rest.”

G'raha does not hesitate to go inside and see his friend. Alisaie follows, but Alphinaud lingers outside for a moment. “Estinien? Did you want to visit as well?”

“Room's too crowded,” Estinien grumbles, “You go ahead.” To this, Alphinaud simply shrugs and joins the group inside.

Katina was still sitting up in bed, with the tray that had been brought in now set on her lap. She looks up from idly stirring her soup with a spoon when she hears her friends enter. The twins, she expected already since they were just there, but she beams at the redheaded Miqo'te leading them. “G'raha!”

G'raha immediately moves to Katina's bedside, smiling. “My friend! 'Tis good to see you awake!”

Katina smirks as she remembers saying the same thing to G'raha a few times in the past. “'Tis good to be awake,” she replies, just as he had.

The Miqo'te's ears twitch as he remembers being on the other end of this greeting, and he smiles even wider. “Zenos did not damage your sense of humor then?”

“Oh no,” Katina laughs, “It will take way more than that for me to lose it, Gods willing.” She takes a bite of her soup and swallows, but then pauses for a moment with an unpleasant face.

“Not to your liking?” Alisaie asks, noticing the hesitation.

“It's, uh...” she prods the soup a bit with her spoon as she tries to describe it. “It kinda tastes like Archon Loaf. But in soup form. If that makes sense?”

Alphinaud gives a small chuckle. “When it comes to treating patients, nutrition is far more important than taste. I know you are unaccustomed to Sharlayan cuisine, besides that found at the Last Stand, but it's still very important to make sure you get the nutrients you need to heal.”

“Could use some salt,” Katina grumbles, “or any seasoning at all, really.” She looks up at her friends. “Have you all eaten yet? I don't want to keep you if you need to take care of anything.”

“Alphinaud and I grabbed a bite while we were waiting for you to wake up,” says Alisaie.

G'raha nods, confirming that he too had eaten already. “I stopped at the Last Stand after leaving the Forum. If I had known you'd be up, I would have brought you something. My apologies.”

Alisaie grins, getting an idea. “If you're feeling better tomorrow, perhaps we will bring you lunch? But do try to finish your soup for now. Alphinaud is right, after all.” She turns and gives her brother a look. “Don't let that go to your head, by the way.”

“What? I know I'm...” he trails off and sighs, “never mind.”

Katina laughs at the twins' bickering, and resumes eating her very bland soup.

Alphinaud looks over at G'raha. “So you have finished reporting to the Forum, then?” he asks. “Do you know if the others will be coming over?”

“They've all decided to retire for the evening, but they send their regards and will check in on Katina tomorrow.”

“What time is it, anyway?” Katina asks as she finishes her soup, looking around for a chronometer. “It was daylight when we were landing?”

Alphinaud retrieves a small pocket chronometer from his jacket. “'Tis half a bell past ten in the evening.”

“Gods!” Katina exclaims, “No wonder you two were asleep when I woke up! You should be resting as well!”

Alisaie's face reddens with a slight blush. “We just wanted to make sure you were ok, and that you didn't wake up alone.”

The Paladin smiles. “I'm fine. Well... fine as I can be given the circumstances. I appreciate your concern.” She stretches and covers her mouth as she yawns. “Guess the potions are kicking in.”

G'raha picks up the tray from Katina's lap and sets it on the bedside table. “We should let you rest then,” he says, offering a hand to help her scoot and settle without moving her legs too much. She accepts the assistance, though still winces in pain at certain movements. Eventually, she's laying down once more.

“We'll return tomorrow morning as soon as we are able,” Alphinaud says. “Pleasant dreams, my friend.”

Katina yawns again and waves as her friends depart. “Good night.”

[legolasghosty]

Ohh for the fluffy dialogue prompts can you do 2. “I feel like I can breathe better with you around.” for Willex please? <3

Yessss, I am so sorry about how long it's taken me to get to this!!! But here you go!!! Also... I am so very sorry for how angsty this got! Send me another ask and I'll get you some actual fluff next time! Yikes!

Alex waits till the hall light clicks off. Then he counts slowly to 100 to give his parents plenty of time to get to their room and shut the door. Once he's sure they're out of earshot, he slowly sits up and pulls his phone from under the pillow. There's a text from Willie on the screen from about five minutes ago.

Willie - I'm outside. Do you need help?

Alex quickly types out a negative response, then forces himself up and out of his bed. This won't take long, and the noise generated by a second person would greatly increase the chances of him getting caught.

He can't get caught. Not this time. Not after...

No. He's getting out tonight. Away from rules that don't make sense and pointed glances and people surrounding him, laying hands on his shoulders, all praying aloud at once and proclaiming victory over The Enemy when Alex collapsed to the floor, tears leaking from his eyes as he fought to keep from drowning.

He can't take it anymore. Not after that. He can't fake it.

Alex pulls out the half packed suitcase from under his bed. No time to be tidy, he just has to be fast and quiet.

The last couple of his comfy shirts and pants go into the suitcase, then some socks and underwear. One of his warmer coats and a white button down go in as well. Gotta be practical when running away from your homophobic family, right?

Willie promised to handle all the hygiene products, so Alex doesn't bother risking a trip to the bathroom for his toothbrush or shampoo. He adds all of the spare drumsticks he keeps at home to the suitcase. There aren't many. In goes a picture of him and his big sister when they were in middle school, and the cardboard box that holds all of Alex's ticket stubs and cards and things from his friends.

And that's it. There's other things in the room of course, but nothing Alex wants to take with him. Most of it doesn't even feel like it belongs to him anyways.

It belongs to Alexander Mercer, the quiet, serious boy who studies his Bible all the time and never talks back to his parents and blushes at the thought of holding hands with the pastor's daughter. Not Alex, the snarky, anxious wreck who wrestles with his friends and plays his drums till his hands tremble and curls up against his boyfriend's side at movie nights.

Alex takes a shaky breath. When was the last time he got a proper breath? Has he even been breathing the last hour or so? He's not sure.

He zips up the suitcase, grabs his fanny pack, and texts Willie that he's ready to go. He receives a heart and a thumbs up in less than 30 seconds.

It takes him a minute to get the window open. The last time it got opened was probably last fall or something. As he carefully removes the screen, something moving outside catches his eye.

"Alex?" comes a soft whisper.

"Yeah, right here," Alex responds, placing the screen on his bedroom floor.

Willie appears on the other side a moment later, the dim light from the street casting shadows over their face. Alex feels his lips twist up in his first real smile of the day.

"Hey," Willie murmurs, resting his hands on the window sill. "You wanna get out of here?"

Alex bites back a sob and nods.

It takes them a few minutes to get Alex's stuff out the window and into Willie's car. Once it's done, Willie guides Alex over to the passengers side and helps him in before running around to hop into their own seat.

Willie places the key in the ignition, then turns to Alex. "You sure?"

Alex doesn't hesitate. "Yeah. Let's get out of here."

Willie nods and turns the car on. They drive slowly out of Alex's neighborhood, then turn onto a bigger street. Alex tries to focus on the stores they're driving past to ground himself, but it doesn't work.

What does work is focusing on Willie. Paying attention to the strands of hair that have escaped their low bun to frame their face. Noticing the way his hoodie sleeves are bunched up around his elbows because Willie always runs warm. Taking in the way the tapping of their fingers against the steering wheel matches the beat of the music playing softly from the radio. Memorizing the determined glint in his eyes when the streetlights catch them.

Alex loves them. And he knows that a love like theirs can't be wrong. It's just love, just like anyone else's.

Willie pulls into their driveway and parks the car. Alex looks up at the dark Covington residence and takes in another shaky breath.

"You ready for this?" Willie asks, turning to Alex and holding out a hand.

Alex laces their fingers together and squeezes. The steady pressure of Willie's hand in his seems to relieve some of the tightness in his chest. The caring, concerned look in their eyes removes the huge weight pressing down on his shoulders. The gentle tone of his voice slows the massive waves battering Alex's mind.

"What?" Willie says then, smiling. "What's that look for?"

The question startles a chuckle out of Alex. "I feel like I can breathe better with you around," he answers softly.

"I'm glad," Willie murmurs.

He slowly raises his other hand to cup Alex's cheek, giving him plenty of time to pull away as they lean in. Alex doesn't, instead meeting them halfway in a sweet kiss.

After a second, Alex pulls back. "Shall we get inside?" he says.

Willie nods and gives him a wide smile. "I thought you'd never ask."

[strawberryspence]

I've had a massively miserable day and thinking about Steddie fluff is keeping me sane. I feel like when one of them comes home drained, aches in their bones, exhausted, they give each other a little time to decompress but then the soothing happens after. Eddie would come home and collapse on the bed and after his mental decompression, Steve comes in and gently tugs hic clothing off and leads him to the shower so they can wash up together. Steve washes and conditions Eddie's hair because Eddie purrs like a kitten when Steve massages his scalp. He takes time to wash every inch of skin, fingers digging into the tense muscles to relax them until Eddie is a puddle. After they dry off, he brushes Eddie's hair and orders take out from his favorite place. Steve puts on Eddie's favorite movie and they cuddle up together under a blanket eating take out and after the movie they go cuddle in bed until they fall asleep.

When Steve comes home like that he just needs quiet for a bit. His head is killing him so he usually shuts away in the bedroom and grabs the aspirin and water Eddie leaves in there for him. Eddie will seek him out after some peace and quiet though and he'll coax Steve down stairs where the lights are down low and there is some soft music playing. It's usually a light dinner, soup or something because he knows Steve's stomach is still a little sensitive after a migraine. While he eats, Eddie rubs his shoulders and neck, getting rid of any left over tension and after Steve is done eating they head to bed and Eddie helps Steve get comfy under the blankets before crawling in with him. Steve would curl up on Eddie's chest and fall asleep listening to Eddie reading Lord of the Rings to him and his heart beat.

*crying as i type this, blood streaming down my face*

i— i love them 😭🤚🏻 this is so real. i was there. i was the table cloth. i can imagine the two of them just wanting to take care of each other. no words needed, they already both know what the other needs.

also i am sorry your having a miserable day. i hope ur doing better now and if not i am sending warm WARM hugs and love!!!

here's a cute fic i plucked from my garden of favorites. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[agapovheir]

[A drabble I wrote a few days ago]

When Nikolai wakes, it's still dark out. Or… not. When he goes to rub the sleep out of his eyes, last night's eyeliner staining his knuckles, he finds his face engulfed in curls. It's daylight. He forgot to tie his hair back last night and now it's going to look like shit until he washes it again. He grabs for a scrunchie and pulls it back into a low ponytail, then grabs for his cell phone to respond to Ken.

Nothing to respond to. Their text history is a series of increasingly threatening text messages sent by Nikolai between 1 am and 6 am. No response back from Ken. Goddammit. He considers, briefly, texting an apology. He decides Ken doesn't deserve one if he can't even send a simple text back. He considers, also briefly, throwing his phone against the wall as hard as he can. He tosses it down on the bed instead and collapses back onto his pillow. It's too goddamn early for this. He still doesn't know what time it is. He didn't check.

He blindly grabs half a joint out of the ashtray beside his bed and a diamond encrusted lighter. Inhaling smoke, he decides maybe he's not mad at Ken anymore. He grabs his phone. Doesn't apologize. Texts "good morning, heart emoji." Sends a selfie with a glowing smile, cropped close enough to keep his flat on one side hair a secret.

Only when he reaches the end of the joint does he drag himself from bed. He uses the bathroom, brushes his teeth, and applies lip gloss before setting his sights on his hair. The curls aren't going to behave after the way he slept on it, there's no point in trying. Instead he detangles as much as he can with his fingers, runs gel through it, and styles it into two tight french braids. Presentable, until he can find time to wash it.

He returns to his bed and his phone. Still no text from Ken. He rolls a fresh joint in pastel pink paper and lights it before he can really get angry. Ken's phone is probably dead. Or he's out with someone else.

Nikolai pops in a wireless earbud and makes a phone call, to the part time cashier at the coffee shop across the street from Ken's apartment. They partied together once or twice; Nikolai has a taped confession of the lengths he's gone to to avoid paying taxes and child support. Real low stakes shit. Still high stakes enough for him to be willing to commit some real crimes to keep it hush hush.

"Is he home? Did he bring anyone home with him last night? What- yeah, hi, hello, how are you? Fuck. Is he home or not?" He takes another drag of smoke to avoid hanging up on his informant and pulls open a food delivery app on his phone. He's way too hung over to cook breakfast right now. He loads up his cart with an inordinate amount of eggs, pancakes, and sausages from a cheap chain restaurant.

"Call me immediately if there's any updates. Keep an eye on it." He doubles the order in his cart. Enough to share, just in case Ken drops by.

"Then work late! I don't want you going home at all! Keep a fucking eye on it!" He hangs up without a goodbye, assuming his instructions were clear enough. Fuck, the 'hang up' button is unsatisfying. He misses his old flip phone. This thing doesn't even have a place to clip charms.

He adds a big enough tip to his order to get priority over anything else the potential delivery driver might be doing. He's starving. Texts are open again. "Hey, come over! I made breakfast! Heart emoji."

[arscriptura]

Dear Rose

“I have known the body of my mother, sick and then dying.” —Roland Barthes

Let me begin again now that you're gone Ma if vou're reading this then you survived your life into this one if you're reading this then the bullet doesn't know us yet but I know Ma you can't read napalm fallen on your

schoolhouse at six & that was it they say a word is only what it signifies that's how I know the arrowhead in my back means I'm finally pretty a word like bullet hovers in an amber

afternoon on its way to meaning the book opens like a door but the only one you ever read was a coffin its hinges swung shut on lush descriptions of a brother I point to you to me today a Thursday I took a long walk alone it

didn't work kept stopping to touch my shadow just in case feeling is the only truth & there down there between thumb & forefinger an ant racing in circles then zigzags I wanted significance but think it was just the load he was bearing

that unhinged him: another ant curled & cold lifted on his shoulders they looked like a set of quotations missing speech it's said they can carry over 5,000 times their mass but it's often bread crumbs not brothers that get carried home but going too far

is to admit the day ends anywhere but here no no Mom this is your name I say pointing to Hồng on the birth certificate thin as dust Hồng I say which means rose I place your finger on a flower so familiar it feels synthetic red plastic petals dewed with glue I leave

it out of my poems I turn from its face—cliched oversize head frayed at the edges like something ruptured by a bullet I was born because you were starving but how can anything be found with only two hands

with only two hands you dumped a garbage bag of anchovies into the glass jar the day was harmless a breeze hovering in amber light above us gray New England branches swayed without touching to make fish sauce you said you must bear the scent of corpses salted & crushed a year in a jar tall

as a boy they dropped with slick thumps like bullets each word must stop somewhere—why not a yellow poet I put in the fish sauce I take out the fish sauce I dance on the line until I am the line they cross or cross out they nearly killed me

you said for being white with a toilet plunger you pushed the fish down sound of bones like gravel the violet vein on your wrist glistened your father was a white soldier I had amber hair you said they called me traitor called me ghost girl they smeared my face with cow shit

at the market to make me brown like you & your father the eyes glared from inside the jar they shot my brother you said looking down but away from the dead eyes my little brother if reading is to live in two worlds at once why

is he not here Ben said you can do anything in a poem so I stepped right out of it into this one to be entered is to be redefined the bullet achieves its name by pushing flesh into flesh I was struck by these words we say I was caught by this passage it moved right through opened

me up these eyes reading not yet healed shut but full of lead -en meaning which parts a red sea inside me sinew dusted to soft tissue my blood a borderless translation of errors in the reader's hands a gaping rose Hồng I say which also means

pink the shade every bullet meets before finding its truest self Calvino said human instinct is to laugh when someone falls the soldiers were cracking up as they fired your brother running his sky -blue shirt pink on the ground our evolution as hunters Calvino went on

the collapsed body a signal of meat thus hunger leads to lethal joy it's almost perfect you smiled your nose deep in the jar because the bullet makes you real by making you less which is perfect in poems the text amplified by murder

-ous deletions leads to inevitable art the pristine prisoner in his marble coffin the length of a fish a timeline across the page to document days the dead a measurement of living distance the corpse blooming

as it decays Pink Rose Hồng Mom are you reading this dear reader are you my mom yet I cannot find her without you this place I've made you can't enter within months their meat will melt into brown mucus rot almost -sauce the linear fish-spine dissolved

by time at last pungent scent of ghosts you said you named me after a body of water ’cause it's the largest thing you knew after god I stare at the silvered layers the shadowed line between two pressed fish is a finger in the dark gently remembered in the dark his finger

on my lips Ma his shhh your friend the man watching me while you worked the late shift in the Timex clock factory why am I thinking this now the gasped throats mottled pocked fins gently the door its blade of amber light widening as it opened shhh it sounds like an animal

being drowned as you churned the jar your yellow-white arms pink fish guts foaming up gently you must remember gently the man he's in the ’90s still his face a black rose closing do you know what it's like my boy my boy you said sweating above the jar

to be the only one hated the only one the white enemy of your own country your own face the trees they were roaring above us red leaves leaving little cuts in the sky gently I touched your elbow the fish swirling in their gone merry-go-round

sightless eyes no no Ma I said holding my breath I don't know what it's like & turned my head up toward the sun which brightly cancels if you're reading this then I survived my life into yours you who told your brother you were hungry

so he stole a roasted chicken so he tucked it under his sky -blue shirt & it's not your fault reader you had to work you had to get up in the blood-blue dawn to warm up your car you who held instant coffee with both hands

ate your lunch of Wonder Bread dipped in condensed milk in the parking lot alone you bought me pencils reader I could not speak so I wrote myself into silence where I stood waiting for you Ma to read me do you read me now do you copy mayday mayday you who dreamed of dipping shreds of chicken

into fish sauce as you hid in the caves above your village you white devil girl starving ghost but I shouldn't have been so hungry you said looking up at the leaves vermilion through the brother -blue sky I hated my hunger the veins on your fists the jar all amber crush

empty as a word -less mind stop writing about your mother they said but I can never take out the rose it blooms back as my own pink mouth how can I tell you this when you're always to the right of meaning

as it pushes you further into white space how can I say the hole in your brother's back is not a part of your brother but your brother aparted who is still somewhere running because I wrote it in the present tense the bullet held just behind his death an insect

trapped in amber the charred chicken clutched to his chest dust rising from sandals as he sprints toward the future where you're waiting by the rain -warped window wet footsteps on Risley Rd but dear reader it's only your son coming home

again after school after the bullies put his face in brown dirt what if I said the fastest finger pointing to you Ma is me would you look away I point to you no no I went right through you left a pink rose blazing in the middle of the hospital

in Sài Gòn reader who cannot read or write you wrote a son into the world with no words but a syllable so much like a bullet its heat fills you today a Thursday (ours not Vallejo's) partly

cloudy a little wind I kneel to write our names on the sidewalk & wait for the letters to signal a future an arrow pointing to a way out I stare & stare until it grows too dark to

read the ant & his brother long home by now night flooding the concrete black my arms dim as incomplete sentences reader I’ve plagiarized my life to give you the best of me & these words these

insects anchovies bullets salvaged & exiled by art Ma my art these corpses I lay side by side on the page to tell you our present tense was not too late

—Ocean Vuong

[thecavavoice]

Among The Roses

by K.C.

Authors Note || 🌹

✨"Do not let your difficulties fill you with anxiety. After all, it is only in the darkest nights that the stars shine more brilliantly" ✨ 🌹🌹🌹

Hello dear readers! 

Thank you so much for choosing this book!

I've always loved reading as a child and always would make up my own stories in my head! I never thought that I would be able to sit down and actually write down these ideas because I was so impatient with how slow I wrote and how fast my ideas were going!

But I've decided to give it a try and write down one of the many ideas that passed through my head! With that being said I'll be trying to update as much as I can but I do have a busy schedule ^-^.

Anyways I don't want to bore you any longer and hope you enjoy this story filled with lots of inner-talk, drama, and funny moments too!

Feel free to comment, I'd love to hear your thoughts and what you think will happen next!

Please comment so that I am continually motivated to write!!

Thank you to my lovely editor Maxie Sue and Potato Cat for all their perseverance through all my random rambling about my story and also for editing my story! This story wouldn't have happened without them! ~ ❤

Now without further ado enjoy! :D

Main Characters || 🌹

"It's hard to turn the page when you know someone won't be in the next chapter, but the story must go on." - Thomas Wilder

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"This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if it was just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect." -Jodi Picoult

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"A true friend accepts who you are, but also helps you become who you should be." -Unknown

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"Some people are like clouds. When they disappear, it's a brighter day." -Unknown

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"Be like the flower that gives its fragrance to even the hand that crushes it." -Ali Bin 

Abu Talib

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🌹« Prologue »🌹

"Layla! Layla! Layla!" cries a voice. I look around, searching for the caller. There is no one to be seen. I am surrounded by trees with leaves coated with water. There is a faint drip noise as the water hits the ground. The birds chirp happily with one another and other animals race through the branches. I look up at the sky. It is dusk, almost dark. I have to get home, I think to myself.

But, where am I?

A cold gust of wind breaks my thoughts and I shiver. Looking down, I realize that I'm wearing a black dress. The same dress that I wore to a funeral. My twin sister's funeral. My heart tightens. Why am I wearing this dress? I had come home that day and thrown it into the trash as soon as I could. I didn't want to remember that day.

Ever.

It is in the past. Done. Gone.

I want to rip it off. I want it gone. I begin to unbutton the dress to tear it off but then another gust of wind passed, and I think better of it.

I'll get home quickly, I'll throw it away, I'll tear it apart, I promise to myself darkly.

As I search for a route to exit the forest I hear the voice once again.

"Layla! Layla!" cried the voice again. I freeze.

No.

It can't be.

Yet the voice came closer, and clearer.

No, no! No!

I- this isn't real.

I began running, running away from the voice. As far as I could. It's like the forest closes in on me. I'm suffocating. The branches scratch my body as I run but I don't care..

"This isn't real", I tell myself.

Not real.

It can't be real.

I'm imagining it. It's not her voice. She's dead. She's not here.

Tears roll down my cheeks but I kept running. I can barely see as I stumble through the forest.

"Layla! Layla!" the voice screeches, getting louder. I run faster, faster, and faster. I don't know how long I had run before I reach a clearing and collapsed. Sobbing, I curl up my breaths coming in short gasps. After a few minutes, my breath evens out. I have to get out of here. I stand up and look around.

Red roses.

My sister's favorite flower. My heart clenches. Why? Why must this place remind me of her?

I then realize that the voice isn't calling my name anymore. I exhale slowly,

"See I was imagining-" I begin to tell myself.

A branch cracks behind me. I whirl around, my heart hammering in my chest.

I gasp, "No."

"Yes," Says the voice.

My sister's voice. She steps through the clearing.

I stumble back, trying to draw a breath. It feels impossible. I can't breathe.

"Hello Layla," She says. Her voice cuts through the air like a knife. I flinch while closing my eyes, willing her to be something I'm imagining. It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a dream, I repeat over and over like a mantra.

"You don't have anything to say to your little sister?" She purrs, her voice sharp and disembodied. I open my eyes, my heart tightens as the pit in my stomach grows.

She smiles wickedly.

This isn't my sister. My sister was kind. She didn't talk like this. Especially to me.

I take another step back but she takes another step forward.

"You're not going anywhere, sister," She hisses.

"Ava-I- I am sorry I didn't mean-" I begin.

"No! Don't give me any excuses. This is your fault! All of this is your fault!" She screeches.

I gasp, shaking my head, no no no. Tears fall down my cheeks once again.

She takes another step toward me. As she falls out of the shadows I begin to see her more clearly. She looks exactly like the last time I saw her, just dead. She was wearing jeans with a purple shirt that said, “Stop reading my shirt”. The salty smell of the ocean overpowered me. Sand fills her dark brown hair as she gazes at me. Her eyes were sunken in, like when we found her at the edge of the beach-

No, I didn't want to think about that day.

The day we found her dead.

The day I found her dead.

I look around searching for an outlet. I see a small trail and run towards it.

Ava tries to grab me but I dodge her.

"This is your fault!" She yells as she runs after me. I shake my head, sobbing as I continue to run. I have to get out of here!

"Layla! Layla! Layla!" She calls once more....

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"Layla! Layla! Layla! Wake up!!"

I sit up with a start and hit myself against something hard. Ow!

I hear someone else say, "Ow!"

Startled, I open my eyes to see myself reflected in the hazel eyes of my brother, Liam. He rubs his forehead where I had hit him.

"Can't you watch where your head is going?" He complains.

"Well anyone with a head would know NOT to put their head near someone who is in the middle of a deep sleep," I retorted as I looked at the alarm clock.

4:30 AM

I groaned, it was so early! I quickly lay back down and pull the blankets over my head.. As the darkness of the blankets surrounded me I thought, Deep sleep? More like a deep plunge into the past.

"Layla!" Says my brother again. He pulls my blanket. I resist and pull back.

He grits his teeth and keeps pulling, "Layla come on!"

"Why do we have to wake up so earlyyy?" I complain and give one last pull before letting go.

Liam stumbles and throws the blanket to the side, "Do you really forget things this fast?" He glares at me, "Goldfish brain I tell you," He mutters under his breath. 

I open my mouth, but before I can protest he cuts in, "We need to help mom get the flowers ready for two weddings and a funeral, plus it's the first day of school!"

School...

It was supposed to be the first day of my sophomore year, but I had no friends. I only have Ava. Well–had was more accurate. No one wanted to talk to us because we looked so alike. They were scared they were talking to the wrong person. My heart clenched. At least Liam goes to that school I think. But it wouldn't be the same...

"Layla, are you alright?" I flinch. I had forgotten Liam was here.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" I say a beat too quickly. Liam frowns.

"Layla..."

"I'm fine," I say again.

Liam hesitates then sighs and says, "I know you don't want to go to school because of..." his voice hitches. Ava's death hurt him a lot, sometimes I feel like it hurt him more than me. They were always close. I would feel jealous when they were together but more than ever I wanted her back. Even if she just talked to my brother and not me. Liam had changed. He wasn't the same anymore.

"I'm fine," I repeated, plastering a smile on my face hoping it looked convincing.

He runs his hand through his brown already ruffled hair, "I'll introduce you to some of my friends when we get to school. You can hang out with us."

I stare at him. All his friends were boys...

"Not just boys, the cool boys?" He says as if he read my mind, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

I grab a pillow and throw it at him. "Ugh, be quiet!"

He puts his hands up in mock surrender. "Hey, it's an opportunity that’s too good to refuse."  

"Uh huh."

Liam just laughs, then his eyes get serious, "But for real, don't feel bad, come hang out."

I look down and nod.

"Alright, now get changed quickly! Mom needs us!"

As he walks out the door I hear him mutter, "She's so hard to wake up."

I smirk at his comment and stay in bed for a few more minutes before sighing and entering the restroom.

End of Chapter

Stay tuned for the next one!

[milkiematcha]

I'M BACK AND I'M GOING CRAY-CRAY RN

My mind has been filled with Jeno in that SLUTTY ASS OUTFIT FROM THE DREAM SHOW-

So I was thinking him railing you back stage with that outfit on 😩 I'M SO DELULU FOR HIM

- 🍀

you have the best asks istg because I WAS THINKING THE EXACT SAME THING. jeno walked onto that stage with a MISSION and then he walked out knowing that he had served cunt and caused millions around the world to collapse on the spot. and right after that he got on a plane to pop his pussy in nyc whos doing it like him. ANYWAY

jeno is a sucker for show adrenaline. it felt like being on cloud 9, his body felt like it was floating through the air, the only thing tethering him to the earth being the cheering coming from all around him.

it also boosted the hell out of his ego.

how could it not? the people around him screaming and cheering when he smirked or tilted his head just so was addicting. but the more addicting thing was knowing that you would be at home, watching fancams and clips and ready to get totally railed when he finally got home.

that is, of course, until he finally got you to sit backstage in one of his concerts. it's not like you had ever turned down the opportunity, he had just never managed to convince his manager to let you sit in the back, getting a perfect view of everything he did.

and god, did he look good tonight.

everyone noticed. it was all over twitter the second he walked out and into the lights. but the dark smudge of a shadow around his eyes, the way his shirt exposed the muscles that people rarely got a glimpse of, the collar accentuating the column of his neck? seeing it online was nothing compared to being there in real life, and being there in real life was nothing compared to having his lips ghost on yours before he walked out on stage. and he absolutely knew it.

there was something more in the way he rolled his hips against the ground in this outfit, something so seductive about the way he licked his lips and winked at the cameras that it had you pressing your thighs together. 

and he absolutely knew that too.

he knew everything about you. your favorite flower, what side of the bed you liked, the type of books you liked. how could he not know this too? especially when you made it so obvious that your pretty little head went empty when he showed off the veins running down his hands. he knew that you were imagining tangling your fingers in his hair every time he ran a hand through it and imagining leaving hickeys along his collarbones.

and he was ready to make you beg.

everything was a preformance for you. the roll of his hips, the low rasp of his voice, the rings on his fingers, all of it. a show to make you fall apart, a show to break you. and the show doesn’t end when he gets off stage. no, it goes on with the way he drinks water, his adams apple bobbing when he swallows and his signalling that he was done drinking when he murmured a teasing “want some, princess? you’re staring so much, you must be thirsty.”

there was no real surprise when he tugged you away from the makeup artists touching up everyone’s faces and into a side room. you know him just as well as he knows you, and the way he was looking at you was not half as subtle as he thought it was.

“how am i doing? do i look nice on stage?” his voice was a low purr as he moved towards you, cupping your chin in his big hand, his rings cool against your skin. “i hope i look pretty, hmm baby? you’re so pretty for me, i’ve gotta be pretty for you.”

“you know what i think of you.” you’d mumble, his thumb brushing against your lips and muffling your words just slightly. “you always look-”

his lips were pressed against yours before you could finish, backing you up against the wall as his curled around you, one on your waist and the other curled around your neck softly, the feeling of his lips on yours so intoxicating that you barely noticed the way his fingers dropped from your waist to your hip.

“you’ve gotta be back on stage soon-”

“then we’ll have to make this quick, right princess?”

his fingers tugged your skirt up, working your panties down your legs while his lips attached to your neck, leaving pretty marks along your collarbones. the thought of how you were going to go back out barely crossed your mind, his lips against your neck was just so head emptying that-

“be a good girl and jump for me.” his words were just enough to snap you out of your trance and get you to wrap your legs around his waist. it’s not like he needed you to- he was strong enough that he could work you up and down on his cock like a ragdoll if he wanted to. “gunna let me fuck you against this wall like the good girl you are, right?”

the moan that left your lips was enough for him to sink you down onto his cock, the stretch making you bury your face in his neck and whine, your hands digging into his shoulders. no marks... no visable marks.

the first thrust was enough to make you both moan, yours muffled in his neck and his a low groan into your hair while his hips moved back and forth, the drag of his cock so good, so head emptying that you could barely hold onto your plan. 

one of your hands moved to the collar on his neck, your fingers shaking as you work it up the tanned skin. your lips attach to the base of his neck, sucking and nipping lightly when his hit that perfect spot inside you. “shit- what are you doing?” his voice was shaking, his fingers digging into your thighs in a way that would definitely leave marks as he works you up and down on his cock. 

you pulled back, happy with the deep purple mark already forming on his skin. “making sure you look pretty”

something about the way you said it, the way your voice was so light and innocent like he wasn’t fucking you in a room with the dreamies just outside, like you hadn’t just left a hickey on his neck for everyone to see, it drove him crazy. his thrusts only got rougher, your hands returning to his shoulders to try to find some stability while he fucked you.

“gunna cream on my cock like the princess you are, hmm? gunna cum for me like the stupid good girl you are, letting me fuck you in a back room. leaving marks all over me like a little brat, is that what you are?” his voice was barely above a rasp, his words making you clench around him like a vice. the knot in your stomach snapped, leaving you to bury your face his his shoulder while his thrusts roughened, chasing his high until he came inside you, the overstimulation making you whine.

“2 minutes!!” the call came from outside just as jeno was sitting you down on a table and small table, your legs too shaky to stand properly.

“so good for me, baby.” he murmured, grabbing one of his sweatshirts from somewhere in a corner and pulling it down over your head. “i’ve gotta go, okay?”

your nod was paired with a slight pout as you adjusted the collar on his neck, tugging it down just enough to hide the now fully noticeable hickey on his skin. “nono, where’d you put my panties?”

his response was a kiss on the forehead paired with him twirling the pair around his pretty fingers just before tucking it in his pocket. the wink that followed was a promise- a promise of being absolutely wrecked when you got home, probably because you had dared to mark up his pretty skin. oh well.

it’s not like you wouldn’t have fun.

this was so- anyway i hope you liked it!! his look was absoutely lethal and im so excited for his nyc debut. anyway stan 🍀 for being a genius this is a 🍀 stan account

this is not proofread btw if there’s a type no there’s not

[sergeantsporks]

Full Circle

Rating: Teen, Gen

Part 17 of  Camila is Hunter's Mom Now

Chapter 2/4: Damned

Ch 1

Hunter never planned to tell his friends about his past.

But since when has anything ever gone the way he planned?

Ao3

CW: Physical and Mental Abuse

Hunter balked as Belos steered he and Thomas towards the old house, digging his heels into the ground. “No,” he whispered, “I d-don’t want—”

Belos’ grip tightened, and Hunter was pushed up the stairs into the house. He shook his head as they got closer to the motion detectors, where he knew the door was. Blind panic swept over Hunter, and he wrenched out of Belos’ grip, grabbing Thomas’ wrist in one fluid move and yanking him away, pushing his friend behind him. “I’m not going back!”

Belos’ eyes lit up with a strange glow. “You don’t want to go back to the demon realm? You want to stay here, in the human realm?”

“Y-yes!”

Belos’ face split into a small smile. “Ah, how wonderful to hear. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, Caleb, I’m glad you finally agree.”

“Wh-what?”

Who’s Caleb?!

Out of the corner of his eye, Hunter saw his old staff, his artificial staff, propped up in the corner. He started edging Thomas and himself towards it as Belos came closer.

Belos shook his head. “The human realm is perfect, Hunter, and the demon realm is a threat to it. You understand this, you wish to protect this realm from the other.”

“What?!” Thomas hissed.

“Uh…”

“Why else would you steal the key from me? Why else would you work so diligently to protect the humans who took you in? That’s why you attacked me, isn’t it? You feared I would hurt the humans, because you know.” Belos jabbed a finger at Hunter. “You know, like I do, that witches are a scourge, a disease. They need to be destroyed.”

“What?! But we’re—you’re—”

Belos spread his arms out. “I’m human, Hunter. There’s no need to be afraid. I’ve had to hide who I am for years, had to lie even to you, but this realm is my home, just like you’ve made it yours. I would never hurt it. You don’t have to worry about me harming the humans, I want to save them. You thought you had to protect that pretend family of yours, but they have nothing to fear from witchcraft. Not anymore.”

What’s that supposed to mean?

“I wasn’t protecting them from witches, I was trying to protect them from you!”

Hunter lunged for the staff, snatching it up and grabbing Thomas’ arm, starting to teleport away.

His coven sigil flared up, burning, and Hunter stumbled, losing the warp and crashing to the ground, clutching his arm. “Hrngh—”

“Hunter?!” He felt Thomas’ hand touch his back. “Hunter! What is—what are you doing to him?!”

“Showing him the dangers of magic.”

Thomas was ripped backwards, and Belos knelt down next to him, tilting his face up. “Drop the staff,” he said gently, “You don’t need it anymore. Not here.”

Hunter shook his head, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to try another warp.

Have to… get to…

He collapsed halfway through, curling into a ball as veins of gold crept up his arm. “Ah—hah—”

“Caleb,” Belos snarled, the gentleness gone in an instant, “just give magic up!”

“Hngh…” Hunter scratched at the seal frantically, as if he could tear it off.

“You want to live here! You want to be here, you want to be like the humans, if you want to be human so badly, why do you keep clinging to magic?!”

“I don’t want to be human,” Hunter whispered, his head thumping to the ground. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he blinked them away. “I just… want to be… a Noceda…”

Belos waved a hand, and Hunter floated up, dragged up the stairs, Thomas in tow. “You aren’t a Noceda,” he snarled, “I’m your family, not them, Caleb!”

He stormed away, slamming the door behind him.

“Hunter? Or… is it Caleb?”

“I don’t—know who Caleb is.”

Thomas collapsed to his knees next to Hunter with a whump. “Oh my god,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair, “I can’t believe—witches are real, you’re a witch, it’s all real, my brother was…”

“Kind of right,” Hunter choked, pressing his arm to his chest, “S-sorry… I should have told you…”

Thomas let out a half-hysterical laugh. “Oh, yeah, because I totally would have believed you. God. That’s your un—this is crazy. All of this is crazy, I can’t…” He shook his head. “I can’t…”

Hunter dragged himself towards the window. “You… need to run.” He peered out. Too far for Thomas to safely drop. But… “Mom?!”

Thomas scooted to the window, peering at the figure running up the path. “It is!”

Belos reappeared, grasping them both and putting his hands over their mouths. “Shhhhhh.”

Hunter struggled as he heard the door downstairs open, prying at Belos’ fingers.

Mom! Mom, we’re up here!

Belos hand turned to goop, slithering over Hunter’s face to cover his mouth and nose more firmly. Hunter bucked and thrashed, his hope turning to blind panic at the feel of it.

Sinking

Falling into blackness.

He could see Thomas giving him a horrified look as he tore at it, frantic, while his lungs screamed for air.

“Hunter? Hunter, mijo, are you in here?” Camila’s voice called from downstairs.

I’m here,” he thought as his eyes started to droop shut. He lashed out desperately, kicking the floor with a thump. I’m right…

Hunter?!

Hunter, man, please wake up!

Hunter felt someone shaking him, then realized he could breathe. He swiped at his face, clawing, and a hand grabbed his wrist.

“It’s okay, it’s not on you anymore.”

Hunter gasped in frantic gulps of air. His coven patch wasn’t burning anymore, and he sat up, immediately almost falling back over at a wave of dizziness. “…Thomas?”

Thomas shuddered, hugging himself tightly. “She was right there,” he whispered, “She was right there, but…” He gagged, drawing his knees up to his chest.

“…Thomas?” Hunter repeated.

Thomas buried his head in his arms. “He was a monster,” he whispered, his shoulders shaking, “He just dragged us up to the ceiling, and… oh god. You weren’t moving, and he wasn’t letting you breathe, and…” Thomas gagged again, hugging himself tighter.

I have to get him out of here.

Hunter slowly picked up his artificial staff. “I can’t… he won’t let me use this to get out of here. My arm…” his fingers twitched, and he put his other hand on top to steady them. “…I can’t. But you…”

“I don’t know how to use that thing!”

“I can teach you. You can get help, I can tea—”

“Hunter.”

Hunter stiffened as Belos glided in, his heart pounding in his chest. How much did he hear?!

Belos took Thomas’ arm, and Thomas retched, his fingers trembling.

“L-leave him al—”

Hunter lunged forward, staff in hand, only to be driven back by a strange demon, like a smaller, even more beastlike version of Belos’ cursed form. Belos tugged Thomas away.

“I won’t let you corrupt another human with magic. Really. After what it’s done to us?! I expected more from you.”

“Hunter!” Thomas yelped, reaching towards him as Belos tugged him away.

Hunter tried to warp around the beast to him only for his patch to burn and the warp to fizzle out. He smacked back the demon, blasting it with his staff. It exploded into a puddle of goop, and Hunter sighed in relief, taking a step forward towards the door.

The goop tugged on him, grasping his feet, holding him in place. Hunter tugged, and finally blasted it again, only to turn around and see the monster had reformed in the doorway, snarling.

“No!” Hunter ran for the window, but it was there, too—no, there were two of them now. The one in the window leapt at him, and Hunter stumbled backwards, falling over his own feet and crashing to the ground. He pushed his staff upwards, throwing it off of him, and rolled to his feet. He blasted the one in the door, then ran out, only to see another one in the hallway. He backed up to give himself space, but it leapt forward, closing the gap. Hunter took two steps back to avoid it, and then there was nothing under his feet.

He flailed out for something to grab ahold of, snatching the handrail of the old stairs only for it to snap under his weight. He tumbled backwards, rolling down the stairs. There was a crunch, and one of the stairs broke, sending him crashing to the floor below. He blinked upwards, dazed.

The demon’s face appeared in the gap above him, snarling, and started to ooze down the underside of the staircase. Hunter rolled to his feet, limping for the door. His breath caught in his chest, each one seeming to press against his ribcage

Get outside. Figure out which room Thomas is in. Break a window?

The one from upstairs leapt over his head, blocking the door and snapping at him, a heavy paw batting him to the side. Hunter blasted it to pieces, but it reformed even faster, and he backed away, panting.

How many times do I have to destroy them?!

Xxx

“Please, please, please, please, please, please, please—”

Darius covered his ears as Luz followed him around, repeating the request. “Oh, mother of titan, alright, Eber will take a look, just quit pestering me!”

“Now?”

“I’m sure you’re very worried about your… brother… but there’s a lot of cleaning up to do around here, a lot of loyalists to round up and a lot of research about potentially getting the seals off, and tracking down a runaway is not exactly our top priority!”

“He didn’t run away! Belos has him, I know it! We can’t just let him wander around unchecked!”

“Belos doesn’t have any palisman in the human realm. He’ll croak eventually. Hopefully.”

“Hunter could die in that time!”

“Alright! Alright, I’m getting him, good gracious, where do you think we’ve been walking towards?!”

“Then be less ‘mleh’ about it!”

Darius nodded to Eberwolf, who was in the middle of directing a pack of ratworms. “How would you like to put your tracking skills to use?”

Eber tilted his head questioningly.

“This time, we’re hunting bigger game than a bard.”

Xxx

Vee sat down next to Jade. “How are you doing?”

“Well, uh. There appears to be a large man with living goop for hair and a small dog man coming through a glowing curtain of light in your living room, so. Confused would probably be a pretty good descriptor.” Jade tapped the table. “Are all of you from… there? Or just Hunter? Or…”

Vee sighed, transforming back into her snake form. “I’m not from Earth.”

Jade’s eyes just about bugged out of her head. “Mmm. Okay. Hmmm. Yep. Alright, guess the ‘Luz suddenly has a younger sister’ thing was a little weird.”

Vee transformed back. “You’re handling this pretty well, all things considered.”

Jade laughed, slightly strained. “Well, you know. I’d hate to be that guy.”

She jabbed a thumb at Jacob, who was watching Darius and Eberwolf with narrowed eyes, hand on a sword that he’d apparently run home to get.

“That’s fair.”

Jade’s fingers kept drumming on the table. “It’s… a lot to take in. And… I’m kind of maybe a little bit freaking out on the inside, because I kiiiiiiiiiiinda just thought that maybe you guys rescued Hunter from a government human experimentation lab or something and this, uh, this is.” She chuckled. “Not that. And it’s weird, and I don’t… I don’t know what to think. I don’t even know what’s on the other side of that curtain of light, but apparently two of my friends came from there?!”

“I could help with that.”

Jade jumped as Luz plunked her elbows down on the table. “Hunter doesn’t want to go back there, but I’d be happy to show you around. If you wanted me to.”

“Huh. So… You’ve been…”

“Hanging out in the demon realm studying to be a witch.”

“Right. Of course. I bet it looks great on college applications.”

Eberwolf’s eyes glowed as he held onto one of Hunter’s hoodies, and he ran out the door, bounding on all fours, following some trail only he could see. Vee chased after, and after a few feet, he stopped, pointing to the old house. Darius pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Did we come out all of this way just to find out he’s literally ten feet away?!”

“No!” Camila protested, “I looked in there, he was nowhere, I…”

“Eberwolf’s magic doesn’t lie. Mostly. He’s in there. Belos could be using magic to hide him, or maybe there’s a secret door, but whatever the case, that’s where he is.” Darius waved a hand. “We need to get back to the team trying to track down Terra. Let us know if you find anything else out.”

He and Eberwolf trekked back inside, and Vee frowned at the old house. “It doesn’t make sense. You checked.”

“Maybe he hid Hunter because he saw Ms. Noceda coming?” Jade suggested, coming up behind her.

“Maybe.”

“If we just rush in there, Hunter and Thomas could get hurt,” Luz piped up, “We need to be sneaky about this. Maybe I should get Eda?”

Camila shook her head. “He’ll recognize her.” Her fists clenched. “I just don’t know a way to get to him that won’t get Hunter hurt,” she said helplessly, “If he was really in there when I went looking… what if…”

Vee grabbed her hand. “He’s okay,” she said firmly, “He has to be.” She led them all back to the house. “What if… what if we got someone in there, someone who could get eyes on Belos? We could set up an alert for when Belos isn’t away from the two of them, and the rest of us could come rushing in.”

Flapjack fluttered in front of them, chirping.

“No, not you, little guy,” Luz murmured, “Belos would try to eat you if he saw you.”

“I could shapeshift into something small,” Vee suggested, hating how her voice wobbled, “I could turn into something small, look around…”

“Me,” Jade suggested.

“Absolutely not,” Camila said immediately, “I’m not putting you in danger like that.”

“No, she’s got a point,” Jacob piped up.

“What?!” Camila growled.

Jacob held his hands up. “From what I’ve heard out of Luz so far, Belos doesn’t really want to hurt or kill humans. And he doesn’t know Jade. So if she goes, even if she gets caught, she’ll probably be pretty safe.”

“Probably be pretty safe?!” Camila crossed her arms. “So why don’t you volunteer, tough guy? I see you’re all for putting the teenager in danger. Again.”

“Hey, I think you’re forgetting that I’ve been to the demon realm. Your little snake monster tricked me in there, and that guy saw me. I’m not exactly unknown, here. Plus, while I’m sure Thomas would be happy to see me, probably, I doubt Hunter would. I don’t think he’d exactly trust me long enough for you guys to bust in. Jade’s just the best option we’ve got.”

Camila sputtered. “I—no! I’m sorry, I can’t just endanger you like that, Jade.” Her voice shook, and she closed her eyes. “We’ll just have to think of something else.”

“We don’t have time to think of something else!” Luz protested, “Hunter and Thomas are in danger now! Maybe Thomas will be okay, he’s human, but Hunter isn’t!”

“I know!” Camila shouted, opening her eyes. Tears were blooming in the corners of them. “I know that! I know he’s in danger, I know he could be hurt, or—or—” She shook her head, clearing her throat. “I know,” she whispered, “But I can’t put someone else’s child in danger to save mine. That wouldn’t be right.”

“It doesn’t MATTER if it’s the right thing to do!” Luz protested, “It’s the only thing to do! Mom, Eda tried so, so hard to keep King and I out of danger. She even sent us away. But we ended up coming for her anyway. And… we’re going to keep going for Hunter. We’re stuck, we have no good options left, and we have to make our move before Hunter gets hurt.”

“I can do this,” Jade insisted, “I’ll be careful.”

Camila squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, turning back to Luz. “You’re absolutely certain he won’t harm another human, as long as Jade doesn’t attack him?”

“Positive, Mami.”

“I’ll be alright,” Jade said confidently, “And if it looks too dangerous, I’ll go, okay? I’ll run.”

“Mrgh. Fine! Fine. But for now, you need to go home.”

“What?!” Vee, Luz, and Jade all protested at the same time.

“It’s getting late! Your parents will wonder where you are!” Camila pushed up her glasses, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Ayiyiyiyi. I can’t believe we’re going behind their backs like this.”

“Tomorrow morning?”

“You can’t just suddenly disappear from school. Hunter and Thomas already did, if you do, they’ll start poking around. It’s a half day tomorrow, right? I’ll pick you up and we’ll drive right over.”

“That’s a whole day since he got captured!” Luz protested, “Mom—”

“Luz, I don’t even want to begin to think about what happens if someone else finds out about all of this.” She jabbed a finger at Jacob. “He is the best-case scenario, because at least we can beat him up!”

“Hey! I am right here!”

“Worst case scenario, someone walks in at the wrong time, the police are called, and someone comes in and takes all of you! I can’t—I can’t lose you. Believe me, Luz, if I thought this problem could be solved by charging in headlong, if I thought I could march on Belos right now, then I would. I would in a heartbeat. But this isn’t happening in the demon realm, it is happening here. And maybe the demon realm has plants that eat you, and giant horrifying monsters, but there are just as many threats here that we have to watch out for. There are different rules we have to play by if we want to keep everyone safe.” She shook her head. “Go home, Jade.”

“My parents are leaving tomorrow,” Jade said quietly, “My mom has to attend a company thing, and my dad is going with her. If we need somewhere to run…”

“Thank you, Jade.”

Jade left, and Camila collapsed in a kitchen seat, putting her face in her hands. “God,” she murmured, “If only I’d checked more carefully—oh, this is my fault.”

“No, Mami,” Luz said gently, “It’s not your fault, no one could have seen this coming.”

She shook her head. “No, the motion detectors went off! They went off, and I went to check, and I thought it was just a rabbit! If I’d looked more carefully…”

“Belos just would have hidden from you, like he did with Hunter.” Luz hugged her mom. “We’re going to get them back.”

“At what cost? I’m involving Jade, I’m involving Jacob of all people—”

“Still here.”

“Ugh, why? Go home.” Camila leaned into Luz’s hug. “I don’t know what I’m doing. It feels like every choice I have is a bad one with no good outcomes.”

“It’s okay,” Luz murmured, “He’ll be okay. He always is.”

“He’s not, though!” she burst out, “He always tries to pretend he’s okay when he’s hurting, but he’s not, he’s not okay! And I don’t even want to think what this is doing to him, I know he’ll hold on, I know he’ll push through it until we get there, but I… I don’t think he’s going to be okay.”

The words hit Vee like a punch to the gut.

Whatever state we get him back in, whatever time we get him back…

He’s not going to be okay.

“Well—then we’ll be there for him,” Vee piped up, joining in on the hug, “Just like we always are.”

Xxx

Hunter swung.

And swung again.

And destroyed another goop monster.

And another.

It was almost routine, except for how his limbs were getting heavier and heavier. How he barely had time to catch his breath.

Too slow.

The creature batted him to the side, and Hunter skidded across the floor, barely rolling away as another one pounced.

“That’s enough,” Belos’ voice said, and the creatures backed away, melting back into him. “Hunter.”

Hunter staggered to his feet, leaning on his staff. It fizzed with red magic, and he pointed it at Belos. “St-stay back.”

Belos collapsed, then reformed behind Hunter, putting his arm around Hunter’s shoulders and gripping so tightly that Hunter dropped the staff with a cry of pain, his fingers numbing. “Stop playing pretend, Hunter. You’re only half a witch, you’re powerless. You don’t have to be like them. You don’t have to die like them.”

Hunter gagged on the smell of decay, Belos’ rot seeming to creep into his nostrils and suffocate him. “Wh-what did you…” he whispered, tears springing to his eyes.

“They’re gone, Hunter. The whole isles. Every last witch. Do you really want to be part of a dying breed?”

He let go, and Hunter fell down to his knees, his legs too weak to hold him up. “I—” He reached with a shaking hand for his staff, but the weapon skittered away across the floor as Belos kicked it. The beasts started to form again, snarling and snapping at Hunter.

“This is a lesson you will learn. Magic will only ever get you hurt. And the sooner you realize that, the better off you will be. Magic can’t save you. There’s not a single witch to do so. Your pretend family doesn’t know where you are, and they won’t find you. Only you have the power to make this stop, Hunter. It’s your decision. I don’t want to do this, but you’re not giving me much of a choice.”

Hunter lunged for the staff, stumbling away as the beasts fully formed. Not again.

“No one is coming for you, or your friend, Hunter. I’m the only one who can save you. Let me save you. From magic. From yourself.”

Hunter blasted one of the beasts to bits, but his staff trembled in his grip.

No one knows where I am.

Camila already checked, she doesn’t think I’m here.

Belos disappeared, and Hunter backed away from the beasts, almost dropping the staff.

Maybe I should… just…

[sugarylawliet]

In Death Note, you know the part where the L placed spy cams everywhere within Yagami’s house?

What if Light and his girlfriend start doing the deeds to look like normal hormones teens?

YES OMG i’ve actually thought of this before so i’m so glad someone requested it LMFAO

> warnings: swearing, smut, degradation, sir kink, kind of exhibition??

  Light tossed his backpack onto his bed, loosening his red tie before collapsing onto the bed himself, letting his exhaustion express itself in the most natural way he thought possible. It’s hard to act natural when you’re being watched; you almost forget every aspect of your daily routine, putting excessive thought into typically mindless tasks like walking around your house or laying on your bed to the point of obviousness. 

“Light, wanna play video games?” Ryuk asked, standing before the boy.

Light fell back onto his bed, placing his hands behind his shoulders with a deep sigh. Closing his eyes, he prepared for the performance he’d have to put on. How could he ignore Ryuk without giving off reactions to the shinigami’s words, tilts of the head or instinctive hums of agreement that could incriminate himself in a matter of seconds.

“You listening? Hello?” 

Light only ignored him, grabbing a long beige coat from the closet before heading outside, Ryuk following close behind.

“Hey, Light, what’s with the brushing off? I’m starting to get annoyed.”

He popped his collar and rolled up his sleeves, checking meticulously for any bits of wire or chips of plastic that could be audio bugging him. 

“Light! Hey!” Ryuk wined.

“There might be secret hidden cameras around the house,” The brunette broke the silence, his voice in a slightly raspy lowered tone, almost a whisper, “Or microphones, probably both.” He explained, going on to detail his clever methods of finding out if someone had been in his room- or if someone had opened his door, at least.

“Let’s go on a camera hunt! You got a plan after that?” Ryuk asks.

“Simple, make it seem like I have no idea the cameras are even there, and that I’m just a normal teenager. I’ll probably need some excuse for why I have that paper and lead in my door, they’ll want to know why I don’t want anyone in my room, what I’m hiding, and if the footage reveals I’m hiding absolutely nothing, that’ll look even more suspicious. Every teenager has secrets.”

“So what’ll you do?”

“You’ll see.”

                               _______________________________

“This feels objectifying, Yagami.” 

You walk down the street leading to your boyfriend’s house, accompanied by the man himself as he explains his, quite frankly, pervy plan.

“Objectifying? We have sex all the time, Y/N.”

“Yeah, but nobody plans out when they’re gonna fuck. It’s just weird.”

“Hey,” Light stops walking, facing towards you as he gently lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger. The feeling made you melt, and he knew that very well. The way Light held your face and looked at you like you were the only thing on earth felt exhilarating, he could tell you anything in that position and you’d believe it. And that’s just what he does, constantly. “This is not an option, this isn’t personal business. This is about Kira. This is going to throw suspicion off me, okay? Do it. For me.”

You sighed deeply. He had you the moment he held your chin like that. “And there won’t be any explicit footage of us? There won’t be a camera like, right there?”

“I don’t know where all the cameras are, but there aren’t many like that in my room at all, we’ll be safe.” He lied, a practice that came so easily to him he no longer viewed it as morally wrong. It was just something he did, like going to school and eating dinner or doing homework, he also lied.

“Okay.” You agreed with a smile, prompting him to release his grasp on you and continue the walk home.

“I didn’t realize he went through such great lengths...might there be something in his room that he doesn’t want anyone to see?” Soichiro Yagami remarked, watching Light fiddle with the thin strip of paper in the doorway and the piece of lead in the hinges as you stood patiently behind him.

“Well, considering he’s 17, it isn’t all that unusual. I’ve done it myself, for no reason at all.” L responds, “I am a bit curious, though, as to what he’s hiding so admently.”

You enter Light’s bedroom with him, shutting the door behind you as you watch him toss his bag down besides his bed. 

“Y/N, are you scared of me?” He turns to face you.

“Hm? Why would I be.”

“L, the best detective in the world, thinks I’m Kira when I’m not.”

Oh, Light.

“He makes me out to be some kind of monster,” He continues, “I’m worried you’ll start to believe him.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Maybe you should be.”

“Huh?”

Before you could register his comment, Light lunges for you, tossing you onto his bed before tickling your stomach and sides.

‘L-Light! St-stop! Please!” You cried between giggles.

“Make me.”

Understanding, you connect your lips to his, causing his hands to rub up and down where he previously tickled you. You moaned into the kiss as Light pushed harder into it, his desperation showing. You wished he would take his time, but you knew the real reason you were here. His hands slid down to your lower half, pushing his hand inside your pants and rubbing your clit through your panties. You gasped, hand reaching up to grab his wrist reflexively. He let out a chuckle. 

Impatiently, he stood up straight, unbuttoning your pants before slipping them completely off along with your panties, leaving you in only your t-shirt on his bed.

“I figured,” L sighed, “You can close your eyes if you’d like, Yagami-san, but I’m afraid I need you here for legal purposes.”

Light crouched down onto the floor, lifting your legs to lay bent on his shoulders. Teasingly, he licked a line down your slit, earning a gasp from you. He straightened himself out again, moving towards your face. “L is watching,” He whispered, his hot breath on your ear, “Put on a show.” He smirked.

Watching? Had Light lied?

Light lowered himself back down to push his tongue inside you. His tongue wriggled around, exploring your walls with lust.

“Oh, Light” You moaned, slapping your hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. You knew L, you knew the whole task force for that matter. Your face flushed with embarrassment imagining any of them reviewing this footage and hearing your moans. Hell, Light’s dad worked with L, he could be watching for all you knew.

You jolted at the sudden sting of Light smacking your thigh with an open palm. “Don’t hold back, angel, and don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear all your pretty moans.” He said, removing himself from your core before pressing his lips almost to your ear again, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I want L to see how good I make you feel. Got it?”

You faintly nodded before he returned to your heat, dipping his tongue inside once again while his thumb felt your clit, rubbing it in circles. You knot your fingers through his brown hair, bringing his face closer to your pussy with a moan. He sped up his actions, practically abusing your clit while his tongue hit your g-spot, curling sightly upwords inside of you.

“Fuck, Light, I can’t, I’m gonna...”

With that, Light pulled away, leaving you edged and wanting more. You pouted, sticking your lip out with a whine. Light, having none of it, roughly raked his hand through your hair, forcing you up close to his face by your scalp. “You listen to me.” He growled, the heat of his breath warming your face, “No whining, and no disobeying. Got that?” He yanked your hair with the last syllable for emphasis. You let out a weak “Mhm.” 

He shoved you to the bed chest-first by your hair, never letting his fingers leave your locks. 

“Ass up.” He commanded, you obliged slowly, legs feeling a bit sore from him eating you out.

Hastily he unbuckled his belt before folding it in half, smacking your ass with it leaving a slight red mark. “When I tell you to do something, you do it quickly.”

“Yes Light.”

You yelped as he smacked you again with the belt in the same place, the stinging leaving your ass feel like it was burning. 

“Yes who?” He asked.

“Yes sir.”

“Atta girl.” He pushed his khakis fully down before aligning himself with your entrance, rubbing his head up and down your slit teasingly.

“Sir please...” You begged.

“Please what? Say it.”

“Please, please fuck me sir. I want your cock, please.” 

“Well, only since you asked so nicely.” Light slid himself into you with a groan. Slowly, he rocked himself into you. 

“F-faster, please sir. Faster.” You moaned, gripping onto the sheets.

Light obliged right away, almost as if he was waiting for you to ask for it. He quicked his speed, pounding into you mercilessly. He licked his lips, relishing in the loud slew of moans and curses spilling from your mouth as he fucked you.

“Look at you, you fucking slut. Begging for me to go faster. You’re so goddamn desperate for my cock, you dirty whore.”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words, though degrading, the fact that Light liked you at all made you feel worth something. Light Yagami, Kira, the god of the new world, liked you. Though you’d never admit it to the stubborn boy, he could say almost anything to you, about you, and you’d still love him.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight.” He knotted his fingers back into your hair for stability as he thrusted into you even faster, burying himself deep into you.

“Oh my god, fuck, Light- sir, it’s so good.” You cried, feeling your orgasm creeping up once again. “I’m gonna...”

“Do it, come for me angel.” He encouraged, bringing his free hand up to play with your clit. The stimulation sent you over the edge. “Oh fuck, oh my god, fuck you feel so good.” You came loudly, only a little before Light did as well.

L watched Light collapsed beside you on the bed, only the sound of your breathless pants escaping the monitor. “Uh, they’re done, Yagami-san. You can...open your eyes again. Honestly, this security footage may be useless now, at the very least we cannot bring it to court, considering your son and his girlfriend are both 17. Perhaps this was his plan along.”

“You’re saying this makes you more sure he’s Kira?!” Soichiro raised his voice.

“Well, it definitely raises my suspicions.”

Light finally stood up, tucking himself back into his jeans. Before you could pull your bottoms back up, he picked up your panties from the floor, playfully spinning them around his index finger. “You won’t be missing these, will you?” He asks sarcastically, tossing them into the drawer in his bedside table. 

“Ah, so that’s what he’s hiding. A valid excuse to not want family in your room but... unexpected, to say the least.” L remarked, still somehow watching the cameras.

[redrobin-detective]

the only ghost in Amity Park

Continuation of Half Of

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Only in Amity Park did the revelation that a local teenager was sorta, kinda a ghost just blow over in a few days. Sure, people still stared at Danny Fenton as he walked by and everyone was still wondering what exactly he was, but overall life had moved on. Star sighed to herself as she organized her notebooks, waiting for class to begin. Just another day.

Star herself really didn’t want to get involved in whatever was going on with Danny. She didn’t like him before he was a celebrity and didn’t plan on starting anytime soon. While Paulina still relentlessly, and vainly, pumped him for information on her dead boy crush, Phantom and he and Dash formed some weird macho bond or whatever, Star avoided him. He’d given her the chills since the day he’d walked into Casper High. When Danny’s secret had been exposed mid-attack, Star hadn’t been surprised. She didn’t need some ghost to tell her that there was something deeply, unsettlingly wrong with Danny Fenton.

Danny didn’t seem particular bothered, by his inhuman nature or by suddenly having his secret exposed. If anything, the nerd looked more relaxed than ever. Star had been watching him, they all had, but Fenton kept his ghostly antics to a minimum when in public. The occasional flash of green eyes when emotional, a grin of sharpened teeth. He made Mikey’s locker lock intangible the other day when the kid had forgotten his combination and he floated down the stairs instead of walking sometimes. It had been a week and it was  frightening how quickly such strangeness had become almost normal. 

“Alright kids, phones and notes away we’re starting class with a pop quiz. Hope you’ve all kept up with your weekly readings,” Faluca announced cheerily. The whole class, including Fenton, moaned and packed up their bags. Star supposed being an undead being haunting his own life didn’t make him immune from normal human problems. She was biting her lip trying to remember which antibody caused allergic reactions when she got an uneasy feeling. She looked up and was not surprised to see Danny Fenton looking around too. It had been a solid week without ghost attacks, looks like Fenton’s supposed vacation time was up.

Star stopped her writing and adjusted the bag at her feet to prep for evacuation. She briefly wondered what Fenton would do, what he could do? Did he also hunt ghosts, like his parents? Like Phantom? There were no blasts, no screams, no monologues but the dread increased when a ghost shield descended over them. Actually, it looked like it was just covering their classroom. Now everyone was looking up from their quizzes and out the window at the flickering, green shield.

“You’d think the administration would’ve warned me we were going to do a drill,” Faluca said but his voice was hesitant. Clearly this wasn’t planned so despite the lack of alarms, there was a good chance this was real. “Pencils down for the moment while I figure out what’s going on.”

“Mr. Faluca, I need to go,” Danny said, raising his hand. Star was so used to hearing the request she almost ignored him but the dread curling in her stomach made her look again. His face was pinched, sharp and his eyes burned with an icy fury like a sudden storm blowing in without warning. 

“Mr. Fenton, I don’t think...” Faluca murmured uneasily. Danny frowned harder.

“It wasn’t a request, actually,” Danny said roughly as he stood up and began walking towards the door. He was almost there when the door slammed open and Fenton had no less than 3 ectoweapons pointed in his face. A few kids jumped back in alarm but Danny held his ground as half a dozen Guys in White agents entered the room and surrounded him.

“Spectral scum formerly known as Daniel Fenton, you’re coming with us,” one of the agents said. 

“Danny not Daniel and it’s still my name,” Danny quipped, eyeing each of the government officials and their weapons. “And no, I’m not. I’m still alive, somewhat anyway, so I have rights. The courts backed me up.”

“Everyone who signed for your freedom doesn’t know ghosts like we do,” Another agent said so forcefully, some spittle flew out of their mouth and hit Danny’s cheek. Star watched it freeze and fall away the instant it hit his skin. “Your kind are too dangerous to wander around, you need to be contained and eliminated. Don’t worry, your parents will receive a sizable check as recompense.”

“I’m the one who needs to be contained?” Danny said slowly, evenly but there was a static to his voice that caused the hairs on the back of Star’s neck to rise. When she breathed out, she saw her breath was misting. Everyone’s was as the room temperature continued to plummet. “When you come in here and take hostages to threaten me?” Danny hissed, he took a step forward and his eyes took on a neon green glow. “You didn’t come to my home or on the streets, you came to take me in the middle of biology when I’m surrounded by civilians, kids.”

“You delude yourself into thinking you’re still human,” another agent scoffed. “Everyone knows ghosts are weaker when giving into their obsession.” Danny laughed, it was loud and mocking and like fingernails running down a chalkboard. Faluca, stuck in between Danny and the agents, was white as a sheet and gripping his desk like it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

“You know nothing,” Danny hissed, his voice barely recognizable as human. His hair and shirt floated in an invisible but angry breeze. Frost crawled up his arms and his face. Various ecto alarms were ringing on the belts of the agents and they started to look a bit nervous. He looked nothing like the kid who, minutes before, had clearly been struggling with their bio quiz. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with. You cannot come into my haunt and threaten my people to get to me. Protecting what is mine will always make me stronger!” 

“This whole town is constantly under attack because of things like you!” One particularly brave agent said even as a few others had backed up. “Amity Park is on the verge of collapse because of all the ghosts!”

“There is only one ghost in Amity Park,” Danny said, he tilted his head, his black and white hair dangling in his face as he gave a sharpened smile. “There is only me and the ghosts I allow, ghosts who know the rules, who respect my authority here by keeping damage to people and property down. I am the only ghost haunting this town and why do you think that is?” One agent threw down his gun and ran through the open door.

“You’re-you’re a monster!” Another woman shouted, shaking as she stepped back before fleeing.

“I’m not the one who needs to threaten innocents to get to their target,” Danny sneered. “It’s a good thing you did though, I wouldn’t hold back if I wasn’t worried about collateral.” Another three agents turned tail and ran. Until there was only one left. His gun was still trained on Danny but his hands were shaking. 

“You don’t scare us,” the agent trembled through the obvious lie having been abandoned by his comrades. “We’ll get you monster, if it’s the last thing we do.”

“Looking forward to it,” Danny drawled sarcastically as some of his horrifying aura dissipated along with the freezing grip on the room. Within moments Danny has settled back into more human form. While he’d been angry before, now he looked almost bored. At no point had he seemed afraid. 

“You take your people and your equipment and you leave Amity’s borders by sunset tonight,” Danny declared resolutely. “If you have continued problems with my existence, you take it up with the courts. We settle this as humans but if you treat me as a ghost then I will fight back like one.” His eyes turned green again as a threat. As a promise. 

“I don’t take orders from spooks!” The agent shouted, securing his finger on the trigger and preparing to fire. Star had ducked to avoid the blast so she missed exactly what happened. All she saw was the green glow and heard a strangled scream from the agent followed by a series of thumps. By the time Star had gotten back into her seat, Danny was aggressively pulling apart the ectogun with his bare hands. There was no sign of the agent and, around them, the ghost shield fizzled away. 

“Jerks,” Danny grumbled, kicking at the remains of the ectogun he’d destroyed. “Sorry about that, Mr. Faluca. I knew they’d cause problems but I didn’t think they’d come to school.” Their teacher stared at Danny like a rabbit facing down a lion. “You okay?”

“Fine, Mr. Fenton, just fine!” Falcua grinned in a high pitched voice. “Shall we get back to our quizzes?” The bell rang just then and Danny did a little fist pump.

“Tomorrow then? After I get a chance to study more?” Danny asked with puppy dog eyes. It looked wrong on his face that had just threatened the government with bodily harm. Faluca just nodded dumbly, not sure what else to say. “Yes! I’ll pass tomorrow for sure. The attention kinda sucks but it does come with some perks.”

He walked back to his desk, ignoring the wide-eyed looks of the class when he stopped and gasped, his breath fogging in front of him. His lips pursed again with annoyance. A few people jumped in surprise as the Box Ghost, a familiar annoyance, poked his head through the wall.

“Child! Your requested reprieve is up and the Box Ghost is here to cause insurmountable square shenanigans!” He laughed heartily, stopping when the room temperature dropped again. Danny didn’t even turn to face the ghost. 

“Your watch is off, Boxy. I have another 10 hours before I have to deal with you annoyances again,” Danny growled. “I’m feeling good right now, take advantage of it and leave in one piece.”

“Uh right okay then,” the ghost stammered, sinking back into the wall. “See you tomorrow.” Danny cracked his neck before he walked to his desk, grabbed his things and walked to the front of the room.

“Late bell’s gonna ring any minute, you guys should hurry if you don’t wanna be late,” Danny said as he left. Falcua’s strength gave out as soon as Fenton was gone and he hit the floor, one hand clutching at his chest.

“Jeepers,” Mikey surmised appropriately before stuffing his things in his bag and leaving as well. Star watched everyone loosen up themselves and begin gathering their things to leave. No, she would never like Danny Fenton but he and his ghost weirdness was just part of the deal now, whether they wanted it or not. Such was life in the most haunted city in America which was only haunted by a single ghostly entity.

[burnedbyshoto]

indulge me

indulge me: an arrangement

— Being a secret little girl in the modern world is rough, but it becomes much more chaotic when a classmate of yours offers to be your new daddy dom.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw, ddlg dynamic, college!au, modern!au, daddy!shouto, little girl!reader, I am not well versed in this dynamic please do not use this as an educational source, dom!shouto, sub!reader, biting, marking, mating press, nipple play (both), spanking, oral, gagging, choking, praise, degradation, little space

word count: 13,547

a/n: this is a commission for @bakusbiatch​ thank you for your endless amount fo patience as it took me 100x longer than ever to write this

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If there was something you knew now that you completely did not understand at the age of eighteen was the entire dynamics of sex. To be fair, after an adolescence of watching porn, reading erotica, and even gossiping between friends, it was, without doubt, that you were entirely clueless about real, healthy dynamics.

First off, the first time you had sex was super uncomfortable. 

There was no break or even space for pleasure to build in because you had been so tense, so awkward that you remained rigid and still the entire three minutes the guy fucked into you. You remember his sweat-soaked body collapsing on top of you, his eyes seeing galaxies in the stuffy, now smelly room as he breathed out a ‘Woah.’

You had smiled at him stiffly, letting his softening dick flop out of your dry vagina and curled in on yourself as he snuggled into you, praising the world and everything around it for this moment. It was without saying that you left his cum stained sheets and ran back home.

Sex sucked.

But that was when you were seventeen and made the terrible decision on fucking your friend with whom you had scary sexual tension. You avoided sex to your best ability after that, not so much as caring to allow anyone to touch you because that was disappointing. Why would you go through that when your fingers sufficed much better? Why go through that awkward tension when you didn’t have any moments of awkwardness when reading smut?!

Audios were better.

Words were best.

But, as one does, you fell in love against your will to a boy just a few months older than you. His smile was soft, and his words were kind, but oh, did his touch drive you hot and mad. You weren’t exactly sure how long you had lasted, how much perseverance you had kept when the two of you would fall onto his (thank fucking god) clean sheets, his strong hands and fingers keeping your hips close to his as you kissed him as if you couldn’t live without his touch.

“Are you… are you ready?” he had asked, his shirt thrown into the abyss of his room and the button of your jeans undone, revealing the simple set of panties you had on. “I don’t want to—”

“I’m ready,” you interrupt him, your body practically burning from the inside out with the desperate need and lust for him to fuck you. “I’m ready.”

He stills, his tongue peeking past his lips before a slow, chilling grin spreads against his mouth.

“Okay,” he nods, “can I ask you to do something, though?”

You, in your desperation to get his dick out of his sweats and buried deep into your throbbing cunt, nod.

“I have a daddy kink… I really, really like the daddy little girl dynamics,” he breathes, palms pressing to your knees and dragging down your inner thighs in a teasing, near authoritative way. “Can we… are you interested in trying it?”

Now, although you had largely avoided sex, toys and fingers weren’t nearly enough to replace the overwhelming need to be touched, fucked, and worshipped by another human being. You had fucked plenty of people who had always claimed to have kinks and fetishes. Most of the men you had in bed who said they had a daddy kink only liked being addressed as daddy; that was it. There was no true dynamic, just a play on the power the title brought them.

So, in the naive, childish way you were, you agreed.

You listened to his every command in bed, thrilled and keened under his praise for his princess, for his little girl, and you ate it up, thanking and praising your daddy. The sex ended with you cumming so hard you went blind for a moment, so dizzy from your high. As the both of you drifted off to sleep, you had no clue when you woke up in the morning he would present you with a little girl starter package made by him for you specifically. It was then that you realized that dynamics were an actual thing, and as he presented you a checklist of kinks, toys, and rules he laid out, you realized that nothing you had ever experienced — real or fictional — could have prepared you for this.

The two of you went through the list and rules together, your eyes widening and face blazing with embarrassment as he described his expectations and needs with this dynamic. You nodded, so completely lost in this entire thing that you agreed with most everything he offered and wanted.

The one rule you did have didn’t necessarily surprise him.

The dynamic was to remain a secret, you asserted, unable to budge on this thought. You could be his little girl, but it was to stay in private, never in public. And he tilted his head in thought but ultimately agreed with a smile. He thought you’d one day stop being in the closet over this kink, and you thought the opposite.

And time moves forward; it’s rigid and unforgiving. Two years into a relationship, a year and a half into the dynamic, you and your daddy break up, and you, against all odds, are left scrambling for a daddy you never realized you needed.

What was a girl to do?

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Your head is angled downward, and the hood that sits on your head is not concealing your face as well as you would have liked. It was without saying that you were a woman of pride. You took great care of what you did, how people viewed you, and how you presented yourself to the world. Most days, you always exited your small apartment as an excellent student who was always wearing properly done makeup and stylish outfits. 

Your style screamed confident woman (not little girl, you absolutely refused to wear anything cutesy in public), and you walked with your chin raised and eyes on the horizon.

To see that you were in sweats, an oversized hoodie, no makeup on, and perusing the store's area made for young girls and toddlers, was a shock. You had made sure to come nearly thirty minutes before closing; no one would be here to accidentally see you, no one could see you in your embarrassing shame-picking for your dynamic. All because your newest daddy couldn’t afford to buy you new things since your old ones had your ex’s name or brand all over it.

This was for the best; you reminded yourself as you haphazardly threw the items within the basket, face flaming as you ignored the temptation to simply stand in the aisle and flip through the sticker book and coloring book you recently tossed into the cart. You were fine; you already had your plan of action on what to say when purchasing these items.

‘My sister is pregnant again, and she already has a kid,’ you mentally rehearsed, imagining an excited smile on your face because you are excited for this imaginary pregnant sister of yours. ‘It’s a present for the baby and the brat.’

Solid.

Perfect.

Beautiful.

Making sure to quickly take note of what was inside the basket, you spun on your heel and marched your way through the empty store to the deserted register.

You kept your head down as you placed the basket on the conveyor belt, easy peasy, you would be fine!

“Found everything you were looking for?” a voice asks, piercing through your mental rehearsal just in case you got questions. 

You blink, head raising up, exposing your face to the person behind the register.

It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal.

Checking things out at the register wasn’t supposed to be all that embarrassing. I mean, what could top having to buy pads and tampons from a creepy, greasy old man during your very first period ever?! But you had to admit seeing a familiar face behind the register as he began to scan the items in your cart kinda made it a big deal.

Todoroki Shouto read his name tag, and ‘TODOROKI SHOUTO?!’ screamed your heart. 

Oh, how to describe Todoroki Shouto, well you didn’t even know where to begin.

Shouto was one thousand percent a supermodel that has yet to be recruited. He could probably be a top star athlete, good enough to go overseas if he wanted. He was a genius. Someone who was somehow friends with everyone he came across even though he was a man of few words. 

He stood tall behind the register, the tight black high collared shirt sitting beneath a light blue opened dress shirt. His distinctive red and white slightly wavy hair — all-natural, you believe — pushed back in a way that you would bet to hell and back that he had run his fingers through it. For the past three years in university, you had more than a few classes with this stunning man. You two shared the same major, and he often sat at the back of the classroom, but you were nearly hyperaware of everything he did because his voice was liquid honey and sex and everything that was —

“You can let go of the basket,” Shouto cut through your thoughts, and you gasped loudly, suddenly realizing that you had zoned out thinking about him.

Your hand lets go of the basket, and you slap your sweater-covered hands over your mouth; horror strikes through you like a blazing sword. You weren’t wearing makeup, you were in trash clothes, and you were in front of a man you had lusting feelings over!

NO!

“Sorry!” you squeak, your heart and bile rising up your throat at alarming rates as Shouto merely smiles at you in understanding. “This is all stuff for my sister!”

Shouto blinks, his head tilting to the side as he scans a sippy cup.

“Your sister’s quite young,” he remarks easily, trying not to make you feel stupider—probably.

Tell the lie, y/n, you chide yourself as you shift your weight.

“Ah, well, not actually my sister,” you explain, fingers scratching against your scalp. “My sister is pregnant r-right now, and she already has a little one, so I thought that this would be a good… present?”

Nailed it.

Shouto’s eyebrows quirk, a small smile spreading across his face as he scans the plush doll. 

“That’s very kind of you; you must have a good relationship with your sister.”

“O-Oh yeah, we’re very close.”

“And would you say that this is something appropriate to give to a pregnant family member and their child?”

You froze and looked down at the items you had hastily thrown into the basket.

It was a pacifier, sippy cup, baby blanket, choker, coloring books, stuffed animal, candy, and stickers.

You choked, feeling heat exploding in your cheeks all over again; absolutely not. This was not something to give to a pregnant woman.

“My sister is pregnant,” Shouto explains, definitely sensing your poorly concealed stress, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m the youngest of my siblings, so I don’t really know what to buy her.”

“Absolutely the fuck not.”

Shouto blinked, and before you could start screaming apologies over your rudeness, he began laughing loudly. Your face continued to burn in your utter humiliation and shame, but Shouto only found amusement in this all as he began to place your items away in a bag. 

“What are your recommendations then?” Shouto finally asked, his lips pulled back into an easy, teasing grin. “And that’ll be forty-eight seventy-three.”

You shoved your card into the chip scanner immediately, your gaze everywhere but on him.

“I think you should get whatever your sister wants or still needs,” you quickly say, eyes now focusing on the Approved message on the machine. “Every person is different.”

“I suppose,” Shouto agrees, his arms crossing against his chest, and you have to resist the temptation to ogle at the way his muscles become sinfully pronounced. “Well, I won’t hold you up. See you in lecture tomorrow, y/l/n.”

“Bye!” you squawk, grabbing your bag and racing out.

His eyes burn into your back the entire rush out of the store, but you find that you can’t seem to worry about that. You’re much more elated and somehow horrified at the realization that he knew exactly who you were.

Step zero of who knows how many to get Todoroki Shouto to fall in love with you, complete!

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“So, about the upcoming paper assignment, I’m sure you’re all eager to get started on,” your professor’s voice boomed throughout the lecture hall, his arms folding across his chest as he leans against the podium with an easy grin. “I decided that I would be nice and allow for some partnering up!”

Your eyes widened as excited murmurs exploded through the classroom. 

Partners for a ten-page paper? You were going to thank god almighty. 

But, at the same time, you frowned. This was a class where you didn’t exactly know anyone. It was a course outside of your own major, and with your usual friends not in this class, you knew that you were going to have to go out of your way to find a partner. You withered a bit in your chair, not entirely on board with that train of thought.

“There are an uneven amount of you guys in the class, though,” your professor continued, still sporting that easy grin on his face. “And I decided that instead of having too many groups of three, and because I was so nice to allow partner work, I decided to make the partners. Look at the pinned paper at the door for your partner or partners for the group of three! No, I will not allow trades, and no, I will not allow complaining! Be grateful!”

Hopeful and exasperated murmurs sounded through the room as the professor dismissed the class and frantic movement followed after. Even as old as they were, everyone was desperate and eager to see who a random generator assigned them to. Packing up swiftly, you threw your bag over your shoulder and began walking towards the list. 

You wonder who you were gonna get.

“Y/l/n,” a voice spoke softly, lowly by your ear.

You whipped around — one part startled, a second part curious — and came to see Todoroki Shouto standing slightly behind you. His gaze was at the wall for a moment, dropping only when you were looking up at him. He smiles slowly, and you feel your chest tighten.

Oh boy.

“Todoroki,” you smile, attempting to relax completely in front of him. “Any hopes as to who’s your partner?”

“Well, as long as it isn’t Sero, I think it’ll be okay,” Shouto’s eyes crinkle with his deepened smile. “Last time I did a paper with him, we did it completely high—” you choke, eyes widening at the thought of trying to be eloquent enough to write a paper while high. “—It was terrible.”

“Oh, I bet,” you laugh, arms crossing across your chest as the two of you begin inching forward within the crowd, others leaving with proud laughs, curious frowns, or aggravated groans. “But at least it sounds like it was turned in?”

“It was,” Shouto nods, his teeth flashing as he finally tears his gaze from you. “Oh, would you look at that?”

You hum, eyes squinting as you try to read the list through the many heads before you.

Y/l/n, Todoroki S.

“Would you look at that.”

“Seems like we’re partners,” you laugh, relief and horror flooding your body.

“I’m glad it’s you.”

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So, it was decided that with the two weeks given to write the paper and taking Shouto’s job into account, this paper was to be written as soon as possible. The suggestion of working on it together in the same room and not just through google doc was brought up and agreed upon. So with consensus on that, the matter of where it was going to happen was brought up.

“We can do it at my place,” Shouto offered with a shrug, “my house is pretty big.”

“I don’t have a car,” you interject, a frown on your face — you wanted to see his house. “My apartment is five minutes from campus. Is that alright?”

A smile.

“That’s perfect.”

And so, on a Friday afternoon, you found yourself already apologizing profusely as you walked up the staircase that smelled just a tiny bit of cheese. You warned him about the mess of your apartment. About how not to judge you on any and all messes you might have made on your way out! That you would have cleaned up had you known this was happening!

“I’m sure it’ll be okay,” Shouto spoke, attempting to ease your anxiety as you push your key in the doorknob and turn it. “I really don’t mind a messy place.”

“Ha, well, this is it,” you say, your face feeling disgustingly warm as you breach the entrance to your small one bedroom one bathroom place. “Leave your shoes right there, and we can head in!”

Toeing off your own shoes, you scrambled into the apartment, eyes wide as you attempted to make sure that nothing was crazily messy or out of place. There wasn’t any dirty laundry or undergarments anywhere? No, good!

Shouto locks the door behind himself, a chuckle at the back of his throat vibrating in his chest as he watches you skirt about. He looks down at the shoes you were wearing, white sneakers, and smirks at how small they look compared to his. He never really thought he was that tall or big, to be honest. It was a decent size for someone from his family, but it amused him greatly to see his things pushed against yours.

He looked back up, eyes landing on your flustered face as you stood by a table in the kitchen area.

“Ready?” he asked, hands shoving into his pockets.

“I believe so!”

And for some reason, probably the very same reason that had him entranced by you, Shouto laughs and steps foot into your apartment.

The paper itself isn’t that hard.

It’s an argumentative piece mostly on a Green Act proposal that was currently being debated within the government body. A paper that was fifty percent argument was something you were elated to have, but the other fifty percent was using sources and articles to further back your point. It was now two hours into the paper writing, takeout filling the empty spaces between the table as Shouto’s laughter and your ranting filled the open air. It was nice; he was nice to hang out with.

“I’m just saying we are nearing a universal climate disaster, and I do not want to be wondering when I will die because some fat old men with huge wallets want to continue getting richer!” you yelled, your chest heaving with your lack of proper air. “It’s dumb!”

“I bet if you grabbed ahold of their favorite toupees, they’d fold and agree,” Shouto teases, his grin covered by the mug he’s currently drinking tea from. “I’ll bail you out of prison.”

“I wouldn’t go to prison for that,” you argue, arms folding across your chest as you shake your head in solemn understanding. “They’d murder me and make it look like an accident.”

“Dark.”

“You know it.”

“I’ll avenge you.”

“You better, or else I’ll blame you for my murder.”

Shouto’s jaw dropped, ready to retaliate with something else, but he was interrupted by a loud call from your phone. You frowned, head tilting as you pulled your phone out from your jean pocket and stared at the screen.

Incoming call from: dd.

“I have to take this,” you say apologetically, standing up as you answered the call. You waited until you were in your bedroom before placing the phone to your head, your heart hammering with the unknown. “Hello?”

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Shouto heard the click of your bedroom door, and he sighed, leaning back into his chair. His eyes looked up at the ceiling, momentarily bored now that he wasn’t with you. He wondered who ‘dd’ was and if you were alright. He hoped it wasn’t anything serious.

Grabbing his water cup, Shouto frowned, seeing that it was empty. He looked over at the sink where you had initially filled up the water cups. You wouldn’t mind if he filled it up on his own, right? Shouto pushed back his chair and stood, the cup resting in his fingers as he walked over towards the sink with a light hum.

He filled the cup slowly, not wanting to make too much noise. But as he stared at the drying dishes on your dish holder, he frowned at the sight of the pink sippy cup you had bought from the store last week. It was cleaned, obviously used, and he tilted his head.

Weird.

The cupboard was open, and Shouto couldn’t help but look into the dark wood and startled once again when he took in the neatly folded bib and the nearly innocuous pacifier sitting on top of it. Untouched, undisturbed, but used — definitely used.

Frowning, he took a slow, long drink of his water as he stared out towards the small living room you had. There, sitting on the wood coffee table, was the coloring book you had also purchased. That wasn’t adding up… if they were for your sister’s kids, why were they here? It didn’t exactly seem like the place to be holding them. 

Shouto thought, trying to figure out just why you had all these things for… well, children.

Was testing products on your own a thing people did?

Well, yes, he supposed so, but these were already licensed products. The coloring book, well, he guesses that was a pretty normal thing! Drawing and coloring were everyday stress relieves — his mother often used that to help herself. But a pacifier, a bip, and a sippy cup? The only thing he could rationalize with that was—

“You’re being fucking ridiculous, daddy!” your voice harshly whispered (maybe ridiculed and mocked) from your room, just loud enough that Shouto heard, and his eyes widened.

Oh.

Ohh fuck.

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“You know what, this isn’t working,” you scoff, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose as you roll your eyes to the heavens above. “This was a good trial run, but I’m going to have to end this. This is not what I was looking for.”

“Come on, brat, you know you don’t mean that—”

You hung up, your fingers curled in a fist as you growled lowly at the screen. You wasted no time in blocking the number. What a fucking terrible daddy he was. Didn’t buy you anything, didn’t support you, or help you. There was no dynamic in this relationship. It was just a power-hungry dom with a streak for being called daddy.

A fucking poser at best.

Rolling your eyes, you tossed your phone onto your bed and walked out of your room back to the main area of your place. You looked at Shouto, who was sitting in his chair, his face bored, maybe a bit tired, and his face was concentrated on his phone — he was idly scrolling through it.

“Sorry that took so long,” you apologize, slinking back onto your chair, hands rubbing your face. “I tried to be fast about that.”

Shouto peered past the top of his phone, a comforting smile on his face, “Don’t worry about it; it wasn’t like we were intensely working on the paper anyways.”

You smile, slightly embarrassed. 

“That’s true, um—”

“I think it’s time—”

The both of you spoke over each other clumsily, awkwardly — both of you obviously thinking of something that wasn’t quite in front of you. Your smile feels less forced now, “we’re done for the day?”

Shouto shifts in his chair, his head dropping slightly in agreement, “I think that would be best. We did a lot today, though.”

“We did!” you agree with a laugh, standing up and grabbing the items off the table, assisting Shouto with getting ready to leave. “We’ll meet back up in two days?”

Shouto nods, “that sounds like a plan.”

You help him pack up, insisting that you could clean up the kitchen without his help. It takes a few minutes, but finally, you have him walking out of your place, a light wave on your hand before he exits onto the staircase. You close the door with a sigh.

Jesus Christ.

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Shouto stands in the stairway, his eyes concentrated on his phone where he has a single question typed into his browser.

ddlg dynamics ↳ Let’s talk DDLG, also known as Daddy Dom Little Girl. It’s a submissive/dominant relationship where the dom is known as a “Daddy,” and the submissive is known as a “Little Girl.”

...Interesting.

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Now, you were a pretty paranoid person; you could admit that. 

You didn’t like being paranoid, but you were. Most days, you always triple-checked you weren’t being followed, quadruple-checked you had your school assignments turned in and your things in your bag. With your sex life and part of your social life being introduced to the ddlg dynamic, your paranoia grew even more.

Most people weren’t understanding — they weren’t. They assumed this dynamic was simply calling your dom daddy in bed and getting called princess in return! They always believed that, allowed for that. It was socially acceptable to call your dom daddy in bed, but god fucking forbid any other part of the dynamic come into play.

You remember reading comments in articles about grown women sitting in frilly skirts and diapers as part of her dynamic and watching grown adults tear her apart — skin and bones. That was the reaction you feared, you hated.

There was a reason why you enjoyed sitting in your frilly skirts, in your white and baby pink clothes. You loved having your dom come home, tired and stressed, and ask you, his little girl, to sit on his lap while he distressed. You enjoyed the sippy cups that helped to melt your anxiety, and you enjoyed doing chores under your doms watchful eye.

The praises, the rewards were always so uplifting, and the sex was always on an intensity that made you tremble with explosive satisfaction. If your dom wanted you in diapers, you would negotiate appropriately, and you sure as hell didn’t need a fucking stranger’s opinion on whether or not that was ‘normal.’

But no amount of confidence you had in your dynamic had ever eased the bottomless paranoia and anxiety. 

Hence why after Shouto had left your apartment and you realized in horror that you had left out some damning evidence to your dynamic. The coloring book on your coffee table and the sippy cup that was obviously used were on full display. You wondered for a few hours, nearly spirling with anxiety if he had noticed — if that was why he was partially stiff as he left for the day. You had only managed to calm down when he had sent you a text later that night that he had enjoyed being over and was looking forward to working together the next day.

The praise was needed, seeping warm into your bones as you rolled over in your bed and knocked out.

You thought that you were in the clear. That that was as far as things were going to go, but your paranoia came back the next day in full force as you sat in a group with Shouto.

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“Do you want a sticker?”

That was the beginning of it all.

You had accepted the sticker without a second thought. Your typical barriers down because the lack of a dom in your life was throwing you for a bit. God, you were pathetic. You had smiled brightly, eagerly nodding as you thrust your hands out towards Shouto, waiting to receive a sticker. 

“Good job,” he had said with an endearing smile, “you deserve it.”

It was only then that the weight of what happened settled on your bones, and you froze.

Fuck.

Smiling stiffly, you pressed the sparkly pink star to your shirt and returned back to your assignment, unable to speak up again for some time.

You had hoped that it was going to end there, but it seemed that nothing about your life was going in your favor right now. 

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“Do you have a bedtime?” Shouto idly asked one late night when he was over, and you could not stop yawning to save your life. “I think everyone should go to bed at 10 p.m. on a school night, don’t you agree?”

You had choked on your saliva before disagreeing vehemently. 

“I don’t sleep until… like, um, three in the morning?” you make up, teeth tearing into your lip as you avoided eye contact.

“Such a bad girl,” Shouto murmured, much too low for you to pick up.

“What?!”

“That’s bad for your health,” he recovered with a smile.

“Oh… yeah, I suppose so.”

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“Y/l/n is a sub; she’s a brat about that,” Shouto said to the group you both were assigned to in yet another class the two of you shared.

You had been idly drinking from your coffee cup and was utterly zoned out when he said that. So when you had picked up his words, you nearly choked at the sentence, your eyes watering and your throat burning with your drink and humiliation as the entire table turned to look at you.

“Oh shit, are you okay?!” Mina asked, eyes wide.

“I’m a what?!” you splutter instead, eyes focused on Shouto and your cheeks beginning to burn with unsaid fear.

“You’re a substitute babysitter for your sister,” Shouto remarked, his head tilted as he feigned innocence. “You were telling me about that the other day, remember? Sero is trying to get into the babysitting gig too.”

You wanted to believe him, you wanted so desperately to believe that Shouto was just somehow landing a missile into every paranoid corner of your life without meaning to, but this was getting out of control. This was too on the head, too obvious to not say that he somehow saw your little things and pieced together the dynamic you’ve come to love and thrive in. But you couldn’t fess up; you wouldn’t give yourself to the wolves of embarrassment and shame over something you knew wasn’t wrong.

“Oh,” you say stiffly, smiling over at Sero, “I’m on an app that is used a lot by small families; I can text you the name?”

“I’d appreciate that!” Sero laughs, blissfully unaware of the rising tension between you and Shouto. “I didn’t think that high school girls had some type of business turf thing; they’re scary and aggressive!”

“It’s a serious job for high schoolers,” Mina waved him off, “this is the only thing most of them can do!”

The conversation between Sero and Mina began to drift off as you were staring at Shouto, unable to break the eye contact the both of you found yourselves connected by. You didn’t want to pull away, too bitter and anxious to. You were currently two weeks without a daddy dom in your life, and you knew that you should be able to have a better grasp on your life than this — you knew you couldn’t lean on this dynamic at every point in your life. But you were sad to admit that you were struggling to keep your head afloat. You felt like you were almost drowning, struggling to keep your composure as you needed a play or a simple scene.

But the confidence in Shouto’s eyes that were hidden behind the sheer curiosity and wonder was making your skin itch, making you want to grab him by the collar and bring him in close and demand to know exactly what he was thinking. 

He would not embarrass you.

He would not.

“Can I talk to you, Todoroki?” you asked, practically demanded of Shouto as the group of you began to stand at the table, readying to leave. 

If you noticed Mina’s and Sero’s eyebrows shoot up towards the ceiling, you didn’t say anything as Shouto paused in putting things into his backpack. His head tilted, but he nodded his head, “yeah, about what?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile stiffly, tossing your own backpack over your shoulder as you turn on your heel and immediately begin walking. Uncaring if he was following you or not. “Bye, Mina, Sero.”

There’s silence behind you before the heady sound of a chair scraping against the floor is heard and the long, quick strides of Shouto following after you. You exit the cafe you had been in, eyes squinting when the harsh rays of sun fall on your face, but you don’t hesitate or pause even once.

There’s no one outside right now; it’s just you and Shouto. 

You feel him at your shoulder, and you keep your gaze straight ahead, unwilling to look at him just yet. 

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” you finally whisper, your voice low and angry. You nearly spat them out at him, utterly humiliated and horrified that you were probably outing yourself should he just be that dense and annoyingly able to pick at your anxiety. “Stop it.”

“I don’t—” Shouto began, eyes wide and screaming of innocence that could make you cry.

“I know you saw my things, and I know you pieced it together,” you cut him off, your lips pursed tight. You suddenly stop in your tracks, tears burning at the back of your eyes as you turn to face Shouto. “So if you have a problem with that, I suggest that you kindly fuck off!”

Shouto stands next to you, hair hastily swept backward, hand on the strap of his bag, and his face telling you that you had miscalculated something. You prayed it wasn’t about how he knew about you being a little.

“I don’t have a problem with that,” Shouto admits, his hand raising to rub the back of his neck. “I don’t think you’re weird or strange or bad for being into the ddlg dynamic. I’m actually… I take part in it too. I was trying to subtly tell you that I was into it as well, and well, I heard that you and your last dom broke it off… I wanted to tell you that I was interested in becoming your new dom.”

You blink.

“Eh?!”

“I’m interested in forming an agreement with you?” Shouto tilts his head; there’s a sense of seriousness to his face, his eyes innocent. “I need a little, and if you’re looking for a dom…”

He lets the silence fill the rest of his sentence, and your mouth gapes open as blood rushes to your face at the straightforward request.

“I… I barely know you!” you splutter, your heart in your ears as you can barely comprehend what was going on. 

Two weeks ago, Todoroki Shouto was practically a stranger. You knew him about as well as a person knew the barista at their favorite coffee shop. Friendly, but not close. Definitely not close enough for you to say that you would allow for him to see you in your little space, for him to give you a list of rewards and punishments — for possible sex?!

“Most caregiver contracts like this are done between people who know even less,” Shouto shrugs, his arms folded across his chest. “You don’t have to say yes now or even agree, but I like you a lot. I want to pursue a relationship with you, and I assumed that this would be a good starting ground especially if you need it.”

Your tongue sweeps across your lips, unable to come up with a single rationale thing to say. 

“I don’t need an answer right now; indulge me, though,” Shouto smiles softly, his gaze dropping for a moment. “Take as much time as you need. We can do a single scene to test it out, and if it doesn’t work out, no hard feelings. Let me know when you’re interested in it, though.”

You can’t say anything; you can only numbly nod as Shouto smiles at you once again.

“Let me know.”

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Todoroki S.: ↳ If you need a list, I’ll send mine over whenever you want. I have my rules, rewards, punishments, and kinks all supplied in it. [received Today 23:44]

Todoroki S.: ↳ If you need a list, I’ll send mine over whenever you want. I have my rules, rewards, punishments, and kinks all supplied in it. [seen 7 Days Ago 23:44]

You: ↳ Send your points, we can see if we’re compatible. [seen now]

Todoroki S.: ↳ I enjoyed the scene we did today; I hope you did too. I’m interested in making this a real thing if you are too. [received Today 20:44]

You: ↳ I did, too, actually, lol. Um, thank you, first of all! We can work on the contract now. [received Today 20:48]

Todoroki S.: ↳ Okay. I’ve already made the first draft of one; if you’d like to look it over, let me know what you think, and we can edit some things around. [seen now]

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It has been two months since the contract was signed.

Two months.

Two months of Shouto practically living in your apartment with you, a once stranger seeing you at your most vulnerable. He was a steady hand on your back as you slipped into your desired little space, a constant warmth at your side as you went about your day at home. 

It had been weird at first; your anxiety still wouldn’t let up, nearly convincing you many times that this was all but a prank. That Shouto would pull away from you when you least expected it and would expose you to the world. There had been many times where he would hold you on his lap, his arms warm around your back, your favorite stuffed animal sitting on your lap as he promised you that you were wrong.

“Daddy is here to protect you, sunshine,” Shouto murmured in your ear, his warm lips pressing to the small behind your ear. “Daddy would never do that to my baby girl. That wouldn’t make me happy.”

“I-It wouldn’t?” you sniffled, your nose face nuzzling further into his neck as your sobs had finally stopped. 

“No, not at all, sunshine,” Shouto smiled against the crown of your head. You felt his lips press a soft kiss there, his warm hands stroking up and down your back. “Do you remember what makes Daddy happy?”

You blink, your wet eyelashes heavy and sticking together as you peer at his jaw as if it could possibly tell you.

“I can’t… I can’t remember, sorry, Daddy,” you sniffle again, suddenly terrified that he would be upset with you. You were such a terrible baby girl.

“What makes Daddy happy is seeing his baby girl smiling, happy, protected, and safe,” Shouto easily relays, pulling you away from his shoulder, his calloused fingers rubbing the tear streaks that still stain down your face. “I promise that I will never do anything to cause you harm, sunshine. I only want you to be happy; you being happy makes me happy like nothing before.”

There’s no stopping the way your bottom lip trembles with the pleasant weight of his words, the way it warms you from your belly and curls to your toes.

“Pinky promise?” you whimper, somehow out of breath.

Shouto looks at your curved pinky that is extended out for him to hold, to seal the other half of a promise he has no intentions of ever breaking.

Smiling softly, Shouto wraps his pinky with yours and twists it gently, locking the promise.

“Pinky promise,” he affirms, placing a kiss to your knuckles.

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He was so good to you.

So sweet, gentle, patient, and kind.

He tended to spend the night Mondays through Fridays, giving you the weekend to be on your own. He only ever slept in your bed with your given consent (which was every single time), and there was just something about wearing the silver chained choker on your neck that he bought for you. Dainty and cute, nothing too crazy to draw overwhelming attention.

It had a tiny cherry blossom that was engraved with Shouto on the back.

It was a constant and calming reminder of what you had during the day.

The arrangement was going better than you had assumed it was going to be.

Shouto made for an excellent daddy, but there was one grievance you had. With two months of extreme kinship, so many nights of being curled into his side, getting near-daily cuddles for following his orders perfectly, and a few spanks because you were careless even after he warned you — you had assumed that the sexual part of the dynamic would come out. 

You had okayed for him to be able to fuck you, regardless of whether or not you were in little space! You reached your little space more often than not around him because he was so well, but now you were bordering desperation. You wanted your daddy to please you more, to give you the reward you wanted most: his cock.

“I’m home, bunny,” Shouto called out, his voice hinting exhaustion but mostly satisfaction at being home again.

Per your rules and regulations, greeting Shouto with a cheerful ‘welcome home, daddy!’ when he arrived home was a must. It was a clear indicator that not only were you home but that you wished to indulge in the dynamic for the rest of the day.

But you sat at the coffee table wearing an unapproved, not chosen outfit for home.

You were wearing an off-the-shoulder white cotton shirt that was big and soft, pink lace shorts that barely covered your ass but was hemmed with lace and pretty frill. You had thigh highs on as well that were the same pink as your shorts. There was a pacifier in your mouth, your gaze focused on the Disney coloring book in front of you as you colored in Sleeping Beauty. 

You turned your head, eyes looking at your daddy with a vague look of disinterest before turning back to your coloring.

“I said ‘I’m home,’ bunny,” Shouto restated, giving you the benefit of the doubt of whether or not you heard him. Typically you were excited to have him home, going to his side immediately and asking a million questions as to what he had been doing and why he was home so late. 

“Hmph,” was your response as you placed a sticker onto the coloring page.

Shouto’s eyebrows furrowed; he toed off his shoes and began walking towards you, assessing what was happening. 

“Is my bunny mad that I was a bit later than I had promised?” he asked, sitting on the couch behind you, his fingers brushing across your clothes as if he was trying to remember if he had selected this outfit. But the sudden touch that you were craving in a way like no other made your head spin just so, and you resisted the motion of caving.

You wanted to be a brat! Your daddy should be taking care of all your needs! He promised he would be taking care of you better than you took care of yourself! He should know when you wanted his cock!

“Hmph!” you hrmph again, and you lean out of his touch even though you craved it. 

Although you couldn’t see him, you could feel the slow, calculating blink Shouto took at this action. There’s a moment of silence before the couch sounds under his shifting weight. You freeze at the feeling of his warm palm on your spine, a whisper of danger. It feels partially like a threat, a reminder of impending consequences.

“What did daddy say about bunny using her words?” Shouto asks, his voice stern, low, commanding. 

It should scare you, but the threat in his voice makes your heart stammer and your cunt wet. So, instead of doing what’s right, you stand up, ignoring him yet again as you stick your nose up to the ceiling and try to walk away. 

Well, you try to, that is.

Before you can go too far, Shouto’s fingers are wrapped around your wrist, keeping you in place.

 “You know I don’t like it when you don’t speak, right?” Shouto asks, his eyes digging into your cheek as you refuse to look at him. Yet another rule he has in place. You had to look at him when he spoke to you or when you spoke to him. It was to help make sure that you behaved properly in public — to make you the best baby girl ever. “Use your words and look at me, princess.”

The word princess rolled off his tongue, and you bit down on your tongue to keep the breathy moan from expelling from your lips. He typically only used princess when you were on the verge of genuinely displeasing him, when he was warning you one last time before a punishment was given. Your daddy was two months without jacking off, exhausted from work, and now dealing with you, his bratty baby girl. There was no way this wasn’t going to end with him forcing you to suck him off or to use you as an onahole (something you had said was okay unless you used your safeword, of course).

You shook in his hold, teeth biting your lip as you stared at the wall, refusing to heed his command.

“I’ll give you to the count of three to look at me and address me,” Shouto says, his thumb stroking the innard of your wrist. “One.”

There was no way you would cave.

“Two.”

The silence between the two of you was heavy.

“One.”

Excitement shot through you at the thought of him finally fucking you into your mattress.

“No dessert tonight,” is what Shouto said instead, and you froze.

You whipped your head towards Shouto, fury, and humiliation painting your face as your jaw drops, the pacifier falling onto the floor.

“No!”

“No?” Shouto repeats, his eyes narrowed, unhappy with the challenge. “Do you want me to take away your video games too?”

“No!” you shriek, hands clawing at your face because this was not going the way it was going. “I want my dessert and my video games!”

“Too bad, princess,” Shouto states sternly, unaffected by your growing tantrum. “You lost them both for tonight.”

“No! Give them back! I haven’t done anything wrong, daddy!” you scream, throwing your arms in your hysterics as Shouto stands up to his full height, looming over you without a single issue. Tears prick at the back of your eyes because you’ve messed up somehow; your daddy doesn’t want you — doesn’t love you the way you love him.

“You’ve been misbehaving this entire time I’ve come back home,” Shouto retorts, his other hand grabbing your wrist and managing to place them both close to his chest, limiting your thrashing actions. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the new outfit.”

“I don’t want those punishments, daddy! I don’t want t-them,” you wheeze, your eyes locked on your hands that are bound so tightly in his hands, and you whimper loudly. “You’re hurting me, daddy!”

“And you’re trying to hurt me,” Shouto calmly points out. “I can’t have you doing that, so I’ll hold onto you until you calm down enough. I’m doing this because I care for my little brat.”

“You don’t care! You don’t c-care!” you sob finally, unable to keep the hot tears from your eyes. “Daddy doesn’t care about me!”

The effect is evident and instant.

Shouto’s grip on your wrist lessens altogether, and your pounding fists finally connect with his chest as you collapse against him.

“Daddy doesn’t c-care…”

“That’s not true,” Shouto breathes easily, his fingers brushing against your sides before his arms wrap around you. “I care so much for you, baby. What’s wrong? Tell me what I can do to make things better.”

A loud sniffle emits from you, and you fist your hands in his shirt, your head shaking. 

“It’s been two months, and daddy won’t let me have his cummies,” you whisper, terrified that he would reject you. “Am I not good enough? Attractive enough that daddy wants to reward me with his dick?”

There’s a shift in the air.

“My little doll wants her daddy’s cock, is that what?” Shouto murmured against the top of your head. “My precious, innocent baby girl wants something filthy like that.”

“Mmn,” was all you could manage, your face burning at the implications, the suggestion in his voice. 

“And instead of using her words, as we practice, she decided to act like a little brat to get her way,” Shouto’s voice is low, raspy, and deep. Its tenor is just right that it makes the room instantly hotter, your body brimming with excited energy. “I think… my beautiful doll has broken too many rules for me to just give her a good reward. She deserves to be my little doll as punishment for now. I thought she was grown enough to ask for things she wanted.”

You gasp as Shouto’s warm, calloused hands drop down to the minimally exposed flesh between your booty shorts and your thigh highs. It sends an entire wave of goosebumps down your skin, and you shudder as they rise upwards, slipping under your shirt and resting on the soft skin of your stomach. 

“Your punishment will be what daddy wants it to be, doll,” Shouto states, his fingernails brushing over your clothed nipples, and you mewl at the touch. “You’ve given up your right to speak right now, and because daddy can’t trust you to not be a brat, you will suck daddy’s dick until I see it fit. You will stand on your knees like the beautiful doll daddy knows you can be. Silent, obedient, and so beautiful.”

The words are a goldmine you’ve wanted to hear this entire time, but you’re upset — rightfully upset — that it took your daddy so long to figure it out! He needed you to spell it out for him to act on it!

“I don’t like sucking dicks!” you complain, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “That’s yucky!”

Shouto raised an eyebrow at that, his eyes flashing dangerously as he absorbed the implications of your actions. He knew he was going to earn this just as much as you were.

“Excuse me?” Shouto says calmly, a single eyebrow arched. “Do you want to repeat that?”

“You heard m-me,” you stammer, trying to remain steady under his steady stare. “If daddy couldn’t catch that, maybe I should be the one giving out the punishments.”

A hot, predatory smirk pulls across his face as his grip on your wrist tightens, and he yanks you just slightly closer towards him.

“Oh really?” he chuckles so coldly you shiver. “So you think you’re in charge here?”

You nod slowly, your pupils wide and blown. Your eyes were transfixed on his mouth, his pretty plump lips practically calling your name. 

His tongue swipes across his front teeth, and you watch him in awe, horror, and damning horny anticipation as he sits back on the couch and takes you down with him. You struggle for a bit, terrified as you feel unbalanced, ready to tumble to the floor. But your stomach is pressed heavily against his knees, pleasurable discomfort spreading through your body as you recognize this easy, beautiful spanking position. 

“I’m going to give you ten spanks,” Shouto announces, his hand rubbing smooth circles over your soft shorts. “You will count every one of them and thank me for each one. If you mess up, if you misbehave, you will get more until you do as I demand.”

You struggle against his hold, thrashing and twisting as his fingers push the shorts higher up your ass, exposing your flesh to him. But as he did so, you remember that you’re not wearing panties, and Shouto sees that too.

“Mm, you’re not wearing panties,” Shouto says, his voice trying to keep the undying want and lust from bleeding through his tone. “My precious doll is that desperate she couldn’t fully dress herself?”

“I can d-dress— aahhh!!!!”

Your interjection was interrupted by the sharp, well-practiced spank that Shouto delivered to your round ass. You arched against his lap, your skin tingling and feeling pathetically good. 

“I said you were my doll right now, and dolls don’t speak unless given permission to,” Shouto clipped, his hand circling your now tender flesh. “You didn’t count, so let's try again.”

SLAP.

“Oh my god!” you shriek at the contact, your head spinning at the craved touch. It wasn’t like his typical spanks, the ones that came down not to hurt but to remind you, to correct you to be better. These stung with power, reminding you that you were getting what you craved, and you felt your toes curl and your cunt beginning to seep with the knowledge.

Fuck, you wanted this.

THWACK.

“Again.”

THWACK.

“Daddy can spank your pretty little ass all day, doll. Do as you’re told if you want daddy’s cock.”

SPANK.

“O-One, thank you, daddy!”

WHACK!

You threw your head back at the sensation, your eyes crossing and your hips bucking backward as you shriek with pleasure. You don’t count, your head swimming with unfound energy, and Shouto tsks.

“You’re so terrible at following directions, aren’t you?” Shouto asks, his mouth hovering by your ear, and you nearly melt when his teeth tug at your cartilage at the same time he serves another heated spank to your perky ass. “Such a dirty brat, getting off on her punishments. But let me tell you, if you don’t start following what I instruct of you, I’ll fuck your mouth and leave you without any cummies.”

You gasp loudly, sobbing as he delivers yet another solid spank for your undoubtedly bruising ass. And so, with a pathetic, desperate nod, you agree.

You count to ten, thanking him each time with a beautiful sob that makes the bulge in his pants obvious to you. Your lips are swollen, bruised, and sheen with saliva from holding back your louder sobs. Your ass seems to be imprinted with the shape of his hand against your skin, and you tumble off his lap at the final thank you.

There’s slick gathered on your shorts, soaking through the pretty pink fabric turning it dark. 

“I forget that my beautiful baby girl is a masochist,” Shouto sighs as he stands up in front of you. You gasp on the floor, your head swimming with the building heat between your legs, and you hear an all too familiar, always exciting, sound of a belt being undone followed quickly by a zipper and rustling fabric.

“God, you’re so wonderful, doll,” Shouto sighs as he pulls out his hardening cock to where you’re already on your knees with wide, curious, hopeful eyes. “Already on your knees, ready to choke on daddy’s cock even though this is a punishment.”

You can barely register his words, your eyes focused and fascinated — scared almost — of the cock Shouto has. It’s fucking huge, and it’s thick, slightly curved upward with a pretty flushed tip and bulging veins. You were sure if you could even manage to take more than a few inches in!

“I think I remember something about how you don’t like deep throating,” Shouto hums contemplatively. You freeze, your heart stopping for just a moment at what he’s implying. “Well, it’s a good thing this is a punishment.”

His fingers press into your mouth, making you choke, and with your lips spread wide, mouth open for taking, Shouto guides his cock into your parted lips with a dangerous moan. 

There's an immediate ache in your jaw, the size, and girth of his cock overwhelming you without so much doubt. You gag immediately at the weight of it pressing on your tongue, filling your mouth. Heat hammers in your cunt, and you heave against him.

Shouto sighs as if he was in heaven, his hands grabbing the back of your head and slamming your head as far down his cock. So far that your nose brushed against the skin of his stomach, before pressing against it completely. 

Shouto moans louder than your panicked gags and chokes, his hips swirling and twisting as he looks down at you with lovesick eyes. “You’re so good at this,” Shouto praises, his fingers wiping away the tears that prick at your eyes. “So good.  Daddy’s so pleased with you, taking my cock so well. So beautiful even when you cry on my dick.”

Your throat spasms around his cock, your lungs burning severely from the lack of oxygen. Not a single part of your body able to relax as you desperately sought to breathe. It hurt, but it felt so good. Saliva began to pool from the corner of your mouth, dripping down your chin and drooling on your clothed breasts.

Shouto took notice and hummed contently.

“Daddy’s going to count to the number ten,” he informed you, rolling his hips further into your mouth, shoving his cock even further down your throat than you thought possible. “If you can keep your pretty nose pressed to daddy’s stomach the entire time, daddy promises you he will give you the best orgasm you’ve ever received.”

You made a squeaking noise around his cock, your fingers that were buried into his shirt gripping tighter as he suddenly lets go of your head.

“One.”

Resisting the urge to pull off him completely was a near-losing battle.

“Two.”

Your body shook with intensity, the scorching need to properly breathe slamming down on you.

“Three… four…”

Shouto’s hands began to pet your head, soothing the worried lines on your face, brushing away your tears.

“Five… six… fuck, you’re so gorgeous, baby girl.”

You whimper around his cock, and Shouto moans liquid gold in return. He smiles deviously, fingers brushing down your throat.

“Seven… eight…” you choke loudly when his fingers press against your throat, tightening your already spasming throat around his cock, furthering the burning sensation all throughout your body. “Nine…”

You look at him with pleading eyes, wordlessly begging for mercy, for something as he pauses for more than a second between nine and ten. His hips lazily jerk into your mouth, his free hand combing his hair back, messily styling it as he smirks. Your saliva was dripping uncontrollably now, pooling at the back of your throat, on your tongue, past your lips. Shouto sighs, his eyes bright with power, with the knowledge that you were so obedient.

“Ten.”

Immediately, you collapse from his cock. Saliva and pre-cum connecting your coughing mouth to his hard dick still. Your lungs ache, and your breathing is frantic as you try to regain a sense of composure. Your tears meaning nothing so long as the inferno between your thighs is tamed. 

“You did so well, baby girl,” Shouto praises, and despite the pain in your lungs, you puff up at the praise. “You did exactly what daddy asked for you, so daddy believes you deserve a reward. Do you agree?”

Unable to speak, your belly tight and warm, and your throat aching slightly, you nod eagerly.

“Use your words, angel,” Shouto coos; he steps out of his pants before squatting before you, his fingers grazing your chin. “Daddy loves it when he hears you speaking.”

“I would love a r-reward, daddy,” you whimper softly. 

Your eyes swim with want, with inexplicable needs and desires. Shouto softens when he notices you nosing into his palms; he brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

“Look at how politely you asked that,” Shouto praises, kissing you softly on the corner of your mouth. “Daddy’s so proud of you, sweetheart.”

You keen some more, your wet eyelashes batting in your excitement and undying love for him.

“Now, daddy wants you to go to your room and take off all the clothes you want. Once you’re ready, I want you to call me in, and then daddy will take excellent care of you, okay?” Shouto commands you, his lips pressing softly onto your cheeks, eyelids, and finally softly onto your lips.

You gasp loudly at the touch, your eyes wide but looking incredibly drunk at the touch.

“Okay!” you giggle, pressing forward and taking his lips into another kiss.

He hums before assisting you to your feet, and you breathlessly laugh as you turn around and skip away towards your room. 

Your room is neat, as is required of Shouto. Your bed is neatly organized; there’s nothing on the floor or on your chair. Everything is put away correctly and cleanly. Grinning, you take off your shirt followed by your bra, shimming off your shorts, you toss away your clothes into your hamper, leaving only your socks on.

Hopping onto your bed, you grab a stuffed animal before turning to face the door and sing.

“Daddy, I’m ready!!!”

You squeal after saying that, excitedly staring at the closed door, eagerly anticipating the way Shouto would walk in. Your eyelashes flutter when you see the doorknob twist and in comes Shouto, who, unlike you, is completely naked.

Now you knew he was fit, even with your mind beginning to sink into your little space, you knew that Shouto was a handsome, fine man. He was built, muscular, and toned. He was tall, his head nearly hitting the top of the door if it wasn’t for the fact he was leaning against the doorframe. There is a slight smile on his face that screams of his pride, his joy of seeing you like this. And his eyes rake like hot coals against your body.

You shudder.

“Aren’t you cute,” Shouto murmurs, pride evident in his tone. He walks towards you, tongue slipping between his lips as he reaches the foot of the bed. “Such a beautiful princess, but now… what does princess need?”

“I need my daddy to take care of me,” you whisper, eyes hooded and mouth turning dry as he begins leaning onto the bed. “I want my daddy.”

“Such a dirty girl,” Shouto says with a chuckle as you begin to lean back onto your bed, your legs spreading for him. “Such a dirty, gorgeous girl.”

Your breathing stutters as the bed moves under his weight, and you’re practically panting as you watch his body slowly crawl over yours. Shouto looks down at you, his eyes deceivingly bright even with the shadows, and your eyes flutter as he leans down. 

You’re expecting a kiss, craving the feeling of his smooth, plump lips on yours. But you gasp in shock, betrayal, and in lust when his lips press against your earlobe. He trails his kisses everywhere, kissing every inch, every centimeter of your face, but never once your lips.

“Daddy, stop teasing!!” you whine loudly, feet kicking on the mattress and hands burying into his hair.

“I’m not teasing you,” Shouto objects, but the grin on his face says otherwise. “Why do you think I’m teasing you? What do you want?” 

“I want daddy’s kisses! Give me your kisses!” you cry with a pout.

With a burst of cheerful laughter that warms your heart and makes your belly flip, Shouto presses downward, capturing your lips with his. The contact is blissful, everything and more that you need. You eagerly kiss him back, making noises that are both sinful and so blessedly innocent as your arms wrap around his neck.

Shouto kisses you back with matching intensity, one elbow resting by your head, the other resting on your hip as he allows your tongue to press into his mouth. He lets you greedily take what you want, his thumb on your hip drawing nonsensical pictures. But as you shudder against him, completely overwhelmed by this all. Shouto probes his tongue into your mouth, gliding his wet, hot muscle against the roof of your mouth and the back of your teeth until your panting, unable to do anything but absorb him.

“So pretty, so cute when you’re like this. A beautiful doll for her daddy,” Shouto whispers into your mouth, and you can only moan in response. 

“I need daddy,” you speak, your glazed eyes unable to even look at Shouto. “I need daddy so bad.”

“Where does my princess need me?” Shouto speaks, his lips trailing down your slick chin and neck. “Right here?” he asks, sinking his teeth onto your neck and sucking softly.

“A-Aahhh~,” you shudder, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues to place hickey after hickey on your neck, your collarbones, and the spot right behind your ear that makes you melt. “Yes, I need you everywhere… I need daddy’s mouth and cummies in me.”

“Your boobs are so cute, baby girl,” Shouto whispers, and you nearly jump out of your skin when you notice that he’s nosing against your breasts. “So pretty, better than anything I could have hoped for.”

You whine loudly, your body arching off the bed as his hot tongue dips out and licks a pebbled nipple. You pant as he licks again, your fingers burying into his hair.

“Such beautiful nipples, you make your daddy so happy,” Shouto praises, and you gasp loudly as his mouth envelopes your nipple. Your cunt throbs with intriguing want, your socked feet traveling up the line of his leg as his teeth graze and move your nipple in his mouth. “You make me the proudest daddy ever.”

His fingers card down your stomach, trailing and lingering around your cunt, and yet never once touching it. It’s tactical, teasing, and mind spinning. Your clit spasms with needed attention, angry with the teasing, desperate for contact — for attention. You make a noise, something not quite human, unable to pull yourself from your growing fuzzy head as Shouto moves from one nipple to the next.

Shouto chuckles, his eyes of blue and grey flashing up at you dangerously, knowingly.

“Don’t tease me, daddy,” you whisper, hips circling, thrusting into the air where you wish his fingers were.

“Okay,” he promises, and as if he could read your thoughts, his teeth gently bit down on your untouched yet demanding nipple. Your head slams against the mattress, your chest once again feeling alive as if you had been electrocuted. He sucks your nipple, teeth tugging on the sensitive flesh, warm tongue, and spit sinking into your nerves. His fingers taking care of your lonesome nipple, keeping it company with gentle, purposeful rolls as he has you sobbing his name. And when you thought the teasing couldn’t get worse, his fingers finally land where you want it most.

On your clit.

“You’re perfect, angel; I love you so much.”

It happens then, like a warm blanket being placed over you — comforting, warm, making the pain in your body hum with only pleasure, and your body trembles with peaking need.

“I wanna… I wanna do more,” you coo, eyes heavy and feigning intoxication as you look up at your daddy. “I wanna please my daddy!”

Your daddy blinks at you, head tilting before a knowing look flashes across his eyes, and he smiles softly, fingers abandoning their spots to press gently against your cheeks. You don’t even mind, so excited and happy that he’s holding you.

“What do you want, sunshine?”

“Can I please suck daddy’s nipples?” you ask with a hopeful face, “He made me feel so good, and I — I wanna make my daddy feel good too!”

“You wanna suck daddy’s nipples? Okay.”

You giggle loudly as the world spins, and you gasp when you’re suddenly sitting straight up, your wet cunt pressing against his hip bone. You laugh lightly, a bell-like giggle, and your hands press to his chest. “That was so fun!”

“Was it—?”

Your daddy can’t finish his sentence because you caught sight of his dusty brown nipples and launched forward, capturing the soft tissue in your mouth. 

It tastes like your daddy, the salt and unique taste he has. And your tongue lashes at it, your cheeks hollowing as you suck at it some more. It hardens in your mouth, a sensation that has you breaking away from him with a beautiful gasp.

“Am I doing a good job?!” you ask, looking at the pretty pink flush on your daddy’s face as he heaves slightly, flustered and a bit out of breath. “My nipples do that when you do a job, daddy!”

“You’re doing so well,” your daddy informs you, and you laugh excitedly. “Do you want… do you want daddy’s cock now?” 

“Daddy’s cock?” you question, heat rushing to your face at the naughty word. “W-What does that mean?”

“Daddy’s cock is how I can make you feel good,” daddy explains, his fingers trailing up and down your thighs, playing with the hem of your socks. 

You giggle as he snaps at it playfully.

“You’ve been doing such a good job, sunshine, and daddy’s cock hurts and wants to be in you.”

“In me?”

“Mmhm, and when it’s in you, you can get daddy’s cummies,” daddy smiles softly. “You want daddy’s cummies, remember?”

You think about it, unsure if you had wanted it, but then you remember that you had said it.

“Will daddy’s cummies help me? My stomach feels funny, a-and I feel wet.”

Daddy nods fast, his body shifting so that he’s in a sitting position and your wet chest presses against him. It’s a sensation you’re unfamiliar with, and you make an embarrassing squeaking noise at the feeling.

“I promise it’ll make you feel better, sunshine.”

You think about it some more, your arms wrapping around his neck as you think. But soon enough, you find yourself giggling and nodding, “I trust my daddy!”

“I’m so glad you do. Daddy’s so glad his baby girl trusts him.”

And the next thing you know, you’re back on your back, and your daddy looms over you, spreading your legs wide apart. You look down at gasp at the sight of daddy’s cock.

“It’s so big!” you shriek, “Where is that going, daddy?!”

“This is going right… there,” daddy emphasizes, pressing two fingers into a part of your body that has you speechless. It’s an intrusion you’re almost unfamiliar with, and yet it makes your head spin and your body hot with need and action from him. “I promise it’ll feel so good; I’ll make you feel so good.”

“O-Okay,” you whimper, watching your daddy pull something against the length of his cock before pressing the swollen head to the entrance that made you feel funny in a good way. “I’m ready, daddy.”

“I’m so glad,” your daddy smiles, and with a gentle kiss to your temple, he presses his cock into you.

“DADDY!” you shriek as his cock pressed into you, filling you out and stretching you out completely. The sensation is overwhelming, piercing pleasure slamming through your body as your arms and legs wrap around him in a vice-like grip. 

Daddy’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in close as his hips begin rutting in and out of you. The sensation, the rhythm, is constant and is intoxicating. The creak of the mattress and the loud, grateful cries of your mouth into the crook of his neck fills the room. And then he shifts you just a bit, his hips able to thrust further, more profound, into you, and a wanton, nearly voluptuous noise escapes your mouth. 

“Kiss me, daddy!” you cry, head thrusting back into the mattress, pleasure saturating so deep in your brain you can’t think anymore. “Kiss me, please! Kiss me, kiss me, kissmekissmekiss—”

His mouth is over yours, hot pants and wrecked breathing is passed between open parted lips. Your tongue pushes against his teeth, unable to find his tongue as your hips swirl and thrust up into his thrust cock. Every thrust sends daddy’s cock deeper into your pulling, demanding cunt, stretching you out, sending you further out in an unimaginable way. Your walls spasm uncontrollably, clenching and tightening without a single input. 

But soon, daddy’s shifting up onto his knees, and you can only wildly cry out for him when his arms shift from keeping you close to pressing behind your knees and shoving your knees into the mattress by your shoulders. The most primal, deranged moan rips from your mouth as the stretch sends his cock to a place in your cunt you never could imagine existing. You shake like a child against him, fingers scraping at his back, tearing his skin as your heels dig into his back. The head of his cock buries and brushes against your cervix, making you cry and see colors you’ve never seen before in your life. Your praises for your daddy are endless, and his powerful pounding sends the headboard of your bed crashing against the wall harder and harder.

“How are you feeling, bunny?” Daddy grunts, his face contorted with pleasure and the need to look at you. “Do you feel my cock in you? Can you feel daddy’s cock hitting your cervix?”

“D-Daddy, I-I — ohhh my god!” you sob, your hips pathetically rutting up and down against his cock, stupidly furthering how deep his cock can go, your cervix melting with pleasure, making you oh so dizzy. You can only blabber. “Daddy’s cock is so big, it’s so good! It’s making my stomach feel so funny! I’m so scared!”

“Don’t be scared,” your daddy pleads against your neck, though his speed and strength doesn’t lessen. “Your stomach feeling funny is a good thing; it’s supposed to happen! I promise you, this is how it's supposed to happen. Okay?”

“Okay, daddy, okay, okay, okay,” your voice lessened to a senseless babble. Your sentences blurring together, and your cheek pressed into the mattress, and drool pooled from your lips. 

His pace is completely irreplicable now; every maddening powerful thrust of his hips sends the headboard into the wall. The wet slapping echoing throughout the room when he pierces into you almost drowned out both of your senseless cries. 

It almost scared you, the sensation foreign, but his gentle reminder that this was normal, that you would be okay, kept you from spiraling. Slick erupts in your cunt, an overwhelming heat that throbs right in your core, coating your thighs and your stomach, and with every slam of his hips, it grows only more. 

Intensifying. 

Exhilarating. 

The temperature of your body sizzles off you in immense heat. His lips press against yours, a maddening escape of lust and need exchanging between your parted lips. Your saliva is everywhere, covering both of your faces — connecting them even when you part. But that didn’t stop him; it only fueled him to kiss you entirely, wordlessly praising you, engulfing you with his mouth, daring you with his tongue.

You were barely keeping up with his snapping hips, your mouth begging for more when he suckled on your tongue.

“It’s feeling so funny!” you suddenly cry as your daddy’s fingers pinch and rub against something between your legs that sends electric waves throughout every nerve in your body. “I feel like Imma pee, daddy! I can’t stop it! I can’t stop!”

“It’s okay, let it happen,” your daddy grunts into your ear, and with that, the calming steady of his voice, you let the heat, the tightness in your stomach you feel like is piss, slam through you. 

A tingling, white noise power sensation slams through your entire body. You arch into your daddy, your scream dying on your tongue as your body thumps with a full-body heartbeat. It sends your toes curling, your fingernails scarring his back, and a pathetic, pleasure-derived sob released into your daddy’s sweaty neck. 

His thrusting keeps up for a bit, letting your clenching and relaxing cunt finish him until his thrusts border sloppy, and with a final thrust that has your fingers trembling, he stops, collapsing onto you.

You don’t know what happens next, only that for one moment too long, it’s silent with only heaving breathing and incredibly warm body heat. Your eyes close, and you’re out before you even know it.

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You open your eyes to a dark room.

Shouto is next to you, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he holds a wet, warm cloth to your body, gently cleaning you up.

“Holy shit,” you murmur, your voice scratchy and nearly blown. “Did I drop and pass out after cumming?”

Shouto jumped at your voice, looking up at your face with a tired but satisfied grin, “You did.”

You laugh softly, not quite humorlessly, not entirely because you were amused. You sit up, groaning at how your lower body screams in pain; well, it seemed that your drop really did hide any pain.

“That was fun,” you grin, eyes closing as Shouto presses the cloth to your neck, cleaning the sweat and saliva there. “Glad I decided to speak up on that — ow!”

You pouted as Shouto retreated his pinching fingers from your ribcage.

“You didn’t speak up; you acted out and then spoke up,” Shouto chuckled, sighing as he leaned backward, allowing for you to stretch your tired limbs.

“I still managed to say my truth,” you grin, taking the wet cloth from his hands and focusing on his body. Shouto sat there, still and silent, as you gingerly cleaned… everything off him.

“Well, if we’re saying our truths, can I ask something?” Shouto murmurs, so unlike his typical confident demur. You pause for a moment before nodding, continuing to clean the broken skin on his body. “Would you like to be my girlfriend? I-I know this is cheesy and all, but I feel like I want you outside of our arrangement, outside of the dynamic.”

You can’t help but laugh, making Shouto look panicked, even if for a bit.

“I thought I was the only one.”

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“Sero, psst, Sero!” Mina whispers loudly, hitting her friend in the back of the head with an eraser.

“Shit, what?” Sero hisses, a slight annoyance in his face from being hit.

“Look!”

Sero follows Mina’s pointed finger over where you and Shouto sat, in the middle of your own world despite it being smack in the middle of the lecture. He scanned your bodies more intensely and froze at the sight of purple and red bruises on both your necks.

“Is that—?!”

“YES!!!”

“HOLY SHIT! WE CALLED IT!”

“Sero!” boomed the voice of Aizawa, their scariest professor ever. “Is there something you would like to share with the class?”

Sero freezes, an awkward smile blooming on his face as he shrugs, “I’m just noticing some hickies today, that’s all!”

There could have been no casualties in this admittance; after all, Aizawa didn’t give two shits about hickies on university students. But the loud, panicked “shit!” coming from you was undoubtedly damning. 

Shouto snickered, his fingers tugging at the collar of your shirt as his fingers brushed against the collection of bruises, “I think they look nice.”