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weirdfangirly · 1 year

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—No Pure Blood

(Part 1)

Dark-Fiction Central ©️

Dark!Dad!Joel / Dark!Uncle!Tommy x Reader

Summery: You don’t want your dad to find out, so you let your uncle fuck you from behind.

⚠️ : Age-Gap (Joel is 53, Tommy 45, Reader 20), Rape, Dub-con, blackmailing, Dark!Joel, father/daughter relationship dynamics (everyone knows Reader to be Joel’s “adoptive daughter”), Reader calls Joel dad, confused Reader (Stockholm-Syndrom), father-figure Joel but messed up, manhandling, Daddy-issues, overprotective/obsessive Joel, manipulation, degradation-kink, throat-fuck/face-fuck, blow-jobs, breeding-kink, cum-eating, misogynistic-views/behaviour, name-calling, Uncle!Tommy (yes, it’s a warning from now on)

A/n: I had trouble giving Joel a title for this fic since he’s readers father-figure, kidnapper, rapist, pseudo-boyfriend—so I decided to just call him dad!joel and move on.

There will definitely be a part 2 because I’m not satisfied with the ending. Please like and reblog and leave me a comment—it will definitely motivate me to ACTUALLY write part 2 down instead of just thinking about it…

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Joel needed you today.

He needed your juicy little mouth that was always so eager to do and say whatever he wanted.

His heavy balls were resting on your chin, his throbbing cock was sticking out over your face. The mascara ran down your cheeks along with tears, sweat and spit.

Just five seconds ago you were suffocating on his cock, not daring to pull away. Not daring to fight back.

He might as well have killed you then and there, and you still wouldn't have objected.

You respected him too much…or maybe you were confusing respect with fear? After all, he still wore the face of the murderer of your father. Your real father. But that felt like a lifetime ago…

Whenever you tired to think about your beloved father, his face morphed into Joel’s.

“Good girl.”, he praised you for your obedience and you couldn’t help yourself but find comfort in his words.

Joel couldn't decide whether to cum on your pretty face or make you swallow his load. He liked to know you full of his cum.

One day he would get you pregnant, just to see you round and full of him. He wanted to watch you raise his children. After all, your place was right next to him—and a life in Jackson wouldn’t change that. He would make sure of that.

This damn place was full of soft little boys who all grew up in the comfort of a thick fence that kept danger far away from them. They wouldn’t know how to protect you. They were trying to get your attention, running after you like a bunch of dogs. Joel was sick of witnessing it and not being able to do anything about it but to play “overprotective-father”.

He was sick of pretending that you weren’t his bitch.

He would knock you up soon enough. He would make a little mommy out of you and ruin your pretty body for every men out there. He would tell Tommy and the others that a random boy got you pregnant, so that nobody would get suspicious of it.

Poor girl got herself pregnant and dumbed by a random boy at a party while drunk—sounded believable enough. Joel couldn’t let anyone find out that he was fucking his “adoptive daughter“—that would be a fucking scandal.

His brother’s bitch would definitely try to kick his ass out of Jackson and this time she would actually have a good reason to do so...

He tapped your flushed cheek, signalling you to open up for him. You did. You opened your mouth widely, bracing yourself on his thick hairy thighs. He put his cock back in your mouth, it belonged there. You closed your plump lips around him.

“Ya‘gonna take what I give you, alright?”, he mumbled and grabbed a fistful of your hair. You closed your eyes and nodded, knowing what that would mean; its going to be rough and unforgiving.

He pushed his cock deeper and deeper in your mouth, before hitting the barrier of your throat.

You felt so good to him. He let his head fall back, relishing the moment.

You gagged, your eyes sprung open. You looked up at the tall man with big painted eyes that only made him want to fuck you even harder.

He wore nothing but a white undershirt. His broad shoulders and strong arms looked even more intimidating from this perspective. He was so handsome.

You wanted to make him proud.

So you braved yourself mentally, dedicated to not give him a hard time. He started to fuck your throat like it was your cunt, picking up on speed and force. Pushing himself down your throat making you gag and spasm under his hold.

All you could focus on was to not bite him even though every cell in your body was screaming at you to do exactly that. You couldn’t though. Your punishment would be way, way worse than getting used by him like this and he would most certainly not let you go to your friends birthday party tonight…

“Such a pretty fucking slut.”, he hissed, searching after his release that was seemingly hidden somewhere deep down your throat. Thankfully, it didn’t took him a lot of digging to find what he was looking for…

He exploded inside you mouth in such an absurd intensity that his cum leaked down from your nostrils, making you cough and choke around him. He was holding you in place tightly, watching your struggles intensely. Breathing heavy, strong chest falling up and down.

For what felt like minutes to you, there was absolutely no way for you to get fresh air into your system. His cum was blocking your airwaves. This had never happened before.

You were panicking. He wasn’t letting you go.

You just looked too pretty like this.

Eventually though, he let go of you with an animalistic growl, pushing you away from him. Your head hit the wall and you started to cry from what just had happened. Totally overwhelmed.

Like so often, you felt like a used napkin. Trash.

You crawled over to his legs and hugged him, trying to comfort yourself. “I-I c-couldn’t b-breathe.”, you hiccuped and looked up at him.

He was still trying to come down from his high.

„Walking around all day long in that skimpy little skirt, what did you expect would happen?“, he panted. “Told you many times not to dress like a whore.”

“M’sorry.”, you sniffed and whipped your tears away.

He made you let go of him and you immediately felt lost. „M’gonna take a shower now, girl. Wanna join?”

You wished. Joel wasn’t a softy, little things like asking you if you want to take a shower with him were the most he could do.

You shook your head. „I can’t…I’ll be running late to Anna’s birthday party.“

Joel was about to walk upstairs but stopped in his tracks. „Birthday party.“, he repeated like it was a curse-word.

„I-I told you last week.“, you reminded him. „You said yes, dad.“

How many fucking friends do you fucking have? Being invited to some kind of party every other night…

Joel was sick of it. Sick of Jackson. Your place was wherever he was and not at some random parties, or hangouts.

„Did I?“

„Yes.“, you said, truthfully.

„Mh.“, he looked over at you. You were still sitting on the floor in your tight little skirt. Spit and cum drooling down your face. Mascara running down your cheeks and half of your cherry lipstick—that he had gotten for you on his last hunt for supplies—smeared on his cock.

You did good—and good girls get rewards. His own rule. That was their system. That was how Joel got you where you were; confused, obedient and submissive.

He couldn’t let a life in Jackson ruin that. But you did a good job today and therefore you deserved a reward.

Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished.

„You remember the rules, girl?, he asked sternly.

„I’ll be home at 9. No entertaining boys. No drugs.“, you repeated like a mantra.

„Which one of them sluts was Anna again?“, he frowned. He could never put a face to the names of your friends, even though a lot of them would spend a lot of time over at their house throwing heart eyes at Joel.

„The one with the black hair and nose piercing.“, you said. “She’s not a slut, dad.”

“Mh.”, he just made and started to walk up the stairs. “If ya ass ain’t home at 9, me and my gun are coming to pick you up.”

“I won’t be late.”, you said, smiling. “Big promise.”

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You whipped your face clean from Joel’s mess and tried your best to make yourself look presentable again. This was a special night after all…

You changed into a new shirt and applied another cover of lipgloss onto your lips.

You wanted to look your best for him…

It was a dangerous game you were playing—a deadly game even—but it was all too exciting.

Dean Winchester liked you. Really liked you.

He liked you so much that he wasn’t afraid to secretly meet up with Joel fucking Millers girl, risking to be caught. Risking to basically die.

Joel had a reputation in Jackson. Everyone knew about him and what he was capable of.

You had told Dean many times that if he wants to see you, it has to be discreet. Nobody could know about him and you, ever. You had told him that their relationship—no matter what kind of relationship—would mean danger.

For both of you.

Joel would kill Dean in a heartbeat, not even give it a second thought. However the things he would do to you would be much worse, because you had to deal with his outrage and anger for the rest of your life. He would probably start to tie you up again—he used to do that at the beginning, where he couldn’t be sure that you wouldn’t try to run away from him.

You didn’t want to go back to that stage of your relationship with Joel. You didn’t want to be tied up to trees, heaters or posts again. You didn’t want him to walk you around on a tight leash again.

“I don’t know if we should see each other again, Dean...”, you whispered.

You weren’t sure if Dean was worth the risk. You didn’t even like Dean that much…You just liked to have the attention that Joel didn’t give you.

It wouldn’t be fair for Dean to get killed just because you were bored…

“Your old man won’t find out, babe.”, Dean said, knowing what you where getting at. He kept on kissing your neck and kneading your tit from under your shirt.

You were at the stables. It was your little hideout. Nobody would be able to find you here.

“But what if he does?”, you asked, voice full of worry. “What then?”

You already knew the answer.

Dean sighed and let go of you.

“He’s not the only one who had to survive out there for a long period of time.”, Dean said, now sounding annoyed. “He thinks of himself as tough, but guess what? So am I. I was part of a Raider-gang. Clickers and runners were the least of my problems. I had to showcase strength and dominance every day in order to not get fucked with. It was like living in a cage full of starving dogs. I know people like Joel and I know how to deal with them-“

Dean saw your big fearful eyes, hanging onto every word that left his mouth. He decided to better shut the fuck up before drying you out too much.

“Babe, don’t worry.”, he softened his voice again. “You are too pretty for that.”

He started to stroke your bare leg, making your skin prickle.

“C’mon let me make you feel real good, ya?”, he whispered in your ear before placing kisses all over your neck. He let his hand vanish under your top again, playing with your nipples. He was a good kisser and as you found out, you really liked being kissed on the neck. He made your eyes roll back.

Joel never kissed you like this. He never kissed you ever.

Dean’s lips eventually found yours, his tongue immediately entering your mouth, dominating your tongue. His hand wandered downside, finding his way between your legs. You jumped a little at the contact.

“You are not wearing panties.”, he realised and couldn’t believe his luck. He smirked into your mouth.

You blushed. Joel always liked it more when you didn’t wear any underwear around the house, so you figured Dean would like it, too. You could find a lot of similarities between them actually. Dean wasn’t like the other boys in Jackson, he was older and more experienced. Maybe you picked him because he was so much like Joel?

Dean was good with guns, good in killing clickers and a survivor. That’s why he got a position as a hunter—just like Joel.

“God, you are such a little tease, babe.”, he said and carefully slipped his finger inside you. You were wet since Joel had face-fucked you and you got nothing in return. Maybe Dean would give you the sweet-release you so desperately wanted. His hands were as skilled has his tongue. He fingered you in such a manner that you were surprised to actually feel your orgasm forming.

“Can you…can you keep kissing my neck, dean?”, you managed to get out without sounding too pathetic. It just felt soo good and it would help you cum.

He liked his name on your tongue like that.

“‘Course, babe.”, he whispered and started to kiss your neck again.

“And-and can you…can you call me…a slut?”, you whispered.

He stopped doing what he was doing.

Was that weird to ask?

You didn’t know. It was certainly normal for Joel to call you that.

You opened your eyes and blushed.

“What?”, he asked, confusion written all over his face.

“Never mind.”, you murmured in shame. You closed your legs and straightened your skirt.

You felt dumb.

“Wait, wait, wait.“ Dean said, not liking what you were doing. “You want me to call you…a slut?”

You nodded, face turning red. There was no point in denying it. Although you thought about acting like that was not what you said.

“That’s whatcha like to hear? You like being degraded like that?”

Joel always called you mean names like that when he was fucking you. At the beginning you didn’t really like it. It was hurtful to be called such nasty names all the time when you already felt bad about what was going on. It made you cry and you asked him to not call you that. You didn’t know what shifted inside you, but at one point you started to like it. It felt like a compliment to you. The only kind of compliments Joel was willing to dish out to you. You liked to be Joel’s slut and you wanted to be Deans too.

“Yes, it’s…it’s hot.”, you simply said.

Dean smiled at you in awe. “Damn, you really are a bombshell trough and through...”

Of course he would call you a slut. Dean was holding back anyways. This whole „boyfriend-act“ was knew to him too. He figured that the rules in Jackson were different than what he was used to outside. The only rule he knew was „take what you want, or someone else will“

However he was not with the raiders anymore. He couldn’t just take you from your father. He needed to make you fall in love with him first and soon he would’ve a cunt to warm his cock again. Dean liked a challenge anyways.

And you definitely were the biggest challenge in town.

“You should work on your compliments, son.”, a voice suddenly appeared from behind.

You jumped up from your spot and turned around. All colour left your face when you came face to face with…

“Uncle Tommy…”, you gulped, nearly choking on your own words. “What-what are you doing here?”

Tommy was standing there, hands casually tucked inside his jacket. A cigarette hanging from his lips.

How long was he standing there?

How much of your conversation did he witnessed?

Oh how embarrassing.

“Hi, sweetheart.”, he said to you and smiled, cigarette dangling between his lips. “Oh, well you know, I like to watch the horses while I smoke.”

He pointed at the stables behind him with his thump.

Oh this was the beginning of the end of your life.

Dean who was still casually sitting on the bench, one foot dangling over his leg and arms outstretched, looked over his shoulder to Tommy and greeted: “Mr Miller. Nice to meet you.”

Judging Deans very relaxed body language and the lack of horror in his face, you couldn’t tell if he realised how bad the situation was for him—and you.

“Nice to see’ya too.”, Tommy replied.

There was a tension building pause between all of you. Tommy was the one breaking the silence.

“You should go home now, son. I put’ya on patrol together with Joel tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the protocols.”, Dean nodded and rose up from the bench to his full height.

“You will definitely need to be well-rested, is what I’m sayin.“, the threat in Tommys sentence was hidden but there.

Dean nodded, in amusement and understanding.

Your worried eyes wandered back and forth between the men. You were close to hyperventilating.

“Yes, it’s late.”, you awkwardly said in hopes to debunk the situation. “I’m tired too.”

Another heavy pause placed itself onto everyone. You looked up at Dean, non-verbally telling him to please play along and just go home. That it wasn’t worth it. He looked down at you and winked, before tuning his attention back to Tommy.

“Good night, babe.”, he said while looking at the older man, provocatively.

Tommy kept his cool. He wasn’t impressed by Dean at all and he most certainly wouldn’t let him ruin this promising night.

“Mr Miller.”, he eventually said and walked away, leaving you alone with Tommy.

Tommy watched Dean wander away. He scoffed and shook his head in amusement. He took one last drag from his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. “What a charmer.”, he murmured more to himself than to you.

He walked around the bench and took a seat, grunting. “If it was up to me,”, he started, “I wouldn’t let that prick anywhere near a gun, but you know, Joel was quite pleased with the way the boy handled himself out there. Skilled. The kid has experience, many people in Jackson don’t.”

You didn’t hear a thing Tommy just said. You heart was beating too loud and too fast, you feared to suffer a heart attack.

“Uncle Tommy, I-I’m…please don’t tell Joel.”, you begged. There was nothing but worry in your eyes.

“Sweetheart, relax.”, he laughed. “I was young once too. You don’t even wanna know what bullshit I pulled behind my parents backs…”

You cracked a little smile at that.

“And, believe me, ya don’t want me to tell you about Joel’s business when he was your age…”

That made you giggle. You couldn’t even picture Joel as a young man.

“Ah, you’re smiling again.”, Tommy pointed at your face proudly. “I like to see that. C’mon sit down next to me.”

“I should go home, uncle Tommy. I have to be home at 9 or else…”

He looked at his wristwatch. “Got planty of time then.”

He was right. You still got half an hour. You nodded and placed yourself next to Tommy.

You met Tommy for the first time here in Jackson. Joel had told you a lot about him during your journey. You warmed up to Tommy almost immediately. At first you were a little sceptical about the man, he looked a lot like Joel. However he was nothing like him—Well, maybe only a tiny-little bit. According to Joel’s many stories, Tommy was pretty badass too. „We used to be a duo“, Joel had told you.

Tommy was definitely more charismatic though. Everyone in Jackson liked him. He was warm and welcoming towards you, immediately accepting you as part of their family.

“You will not tell Joel?”, you asked again, just to make sure.

“Nah.”, Tommy shook his head. “M’sorry for ruining your little date, sweetheart.”

You smiled. “It’s ok, uncle Tommy. I’m not mad at you.”

He smiled. “That’s nice to hear.”

He paused for a second before speaking again:

“As your uncle though…I feel like I have to give you the speech.”

“The speech?”, you repeated, not knowing what ‘the speech’ was.

“Yea, the speech.”, Tommy sighed. “He’s your first boyfriend, right?”

You looked at Tommy, unsure what to answer. Dean wasn’t your boyfriend yet—and he probably never would be. Joel was. Was he? No he was your dad.

“Guys like Dean…they mean trouble for girls like you. Gonna take a bite out of your heart before spitting it back out. Ya understand?”

“I…I don’t think so, uncle Tommy…”, you truthfully said.

Tommy leaned back and looked up at the night-sky, thinking of the right words. He turned his attention back at you. “M’tryin to say is, you are a pretty girl. That’s all guys like Dean care about. You give him a bit of yourself and he will expect more and more, until you’re left with nothin more to give. That’s when he gets bored of you and leaves.”

Your eyes widened at Tommys cryptic message. What he was trying to say is “if you let him fuck you, he will not be interested in you any more”—but that would be to harsh for you to hear.

You couldn’t help yourself but think…Will Joel get bored of me too?

You kept quiet, biting your lip. Not sure what to say.

“Maybe I should tell my brother about this, about Dean...”, he suddenly said and making every alarm bell inside your head ring. “That Dean kid is bad blood. Joel should scare him a little, make him understand that he shouldn’t break ya heart.”

You grabbed his arm and frantically shook your head. “No, no, no! Uncle Tommy, please don’t! Joel will kill him.”

“Sounds just about right to me .”, he chuckled.

“No, you don’t understand. He will also punish me. I’m not allowed to see boys. He thinks I’m at Anna’s birthday party. He will be very, very angry with me. I don’t want him to be angry with me. Please you don’t understand, uncle Tommy.”

Tommy was studying your reaction closely. Oh he did understand.

“You really don’t want me to tell him?”, he asked, playing dumb.

“Yes, please don’t. I’ll do anything.”, you nodded. “I’ll bake you the carrot cake you like so much!”

“What if I want something else?”, he asked voice suddenly lower, his eyes darker.

He sounded much more like Joel now.

You frowned, not understanding. “You want me to bake you another cake?”

“Close. I do want something sweet from you.”

“Something sweet?”, you repeated still confused about what exactly he wanted “Like…chocolate?”

“Ya can’t be this dumb, sweetheart...”, Tommy chuckled.

You opened your mouth, but closed it immediately.

Dumb?

Tommy never called you dumb before.

“…Or should I say ‘slut’?”

That answered the question you had earlier; he did indeed heard everything you said to Dean…

You wished to drop dead on the spot, feeling utterly embarrassed.

You seriously didn’t know what to say. You just looked down and swallowed the wave of emotions down that were otherwise going to burst out of you in form of a mental breakdown.

“I’ll go home now.”, you whispered, when you found your strength to speak again. You stayed seated though, not making the move to stand up and go, as if you were waiting for Tommys permission—Something told you that he wouldn’t let you off the hook this easy.

He nodded and made a clicking sound with his tongue.

“I’ll bring you home…after you’ve convinced me not to tell Joel about the fact that his girl begs strange guys to treat her like a common whore. Wonder how he will take that...”

Tommys soft tone didn’t fit his vile words.

You could feel yourself shutting down—this happened a lot at the early stages of being with Joel, after he had brutally killed your father in front of your eyes and forced you to be with him, to act like everything was totally fine. You stared into the void, not willing to acknowledge the level of betrayal you were experiencing right now. He was blackmailing you.

You liked Tommy.

He was one of the good guys.

Tommy looked at you intensely, analysing your soft features. There was a war going on inside your confused little head, he could see.

He had always wondered how you still look this stunning during the end of times while everyone else’s looked like they been through the gutter. Even on the day you and Joel arrived at Jackson for the first time after a year of living in the wilderness that was now the whole country—you still looked like an angel. Joel did a good job of taking care of you, Tommy had to admit.

Tommy admired your devotion towards his older brother. The way you would look up at him, as if he was your god. Always searching for his approval, his affection, his permission. Joel was a cold bastard, leaving you empty and starved.

Or maybe he was just smart really, since you couldn’t get enough of him no matter what.

And when Joel introduced you to him that day, your pretty eyes lit up with excitement. Uncle Tommy, you called him, even though you were not the same blood. You called him that out of respect for Joel.

Tommy wasn’t stupid. He could see right through Joel’s facade of protective-father. Tommy was his brother after all. He could tell that Joel’s liking in you wasn’t of…innocent nature. Quite the opposite. It was much, much darker. He always knew. Your dynamics always seemed a little off to him. Joel hadn’t even looked at another women since he was in Jackson—he had no need to. He had you.

Tommys suspicion was confirmed when one day he saw Joel touching your ass. It was a few month ago at Christmas dinner. You were standing in front of the sink—washing dishes like the little slave you were for Joel—when suddenly he walked up to you, seemingly to bring you more plates to wash, when his hand grabbed a fistful of your soft ass, so tight his knuckles turned white—and you didn’t objected.

At first Tommy was angry. Disgusted even. Joel was like your fucking father. You called him “dad”, for fucks sake. It was disgusting, vile and wrong.

But then Tommy felt stupid for not putting one and one together much earlier. Why else would a guy like Joel take care of a girl that wasn’t even his own blood? What did he get out from feeding another mouth? What was his merit? What could a girl like you possibly give to a man like him that he wasn’t able to get for himself?

The answer was so obvious.

Tommy heaved himself up from the bench and let his eyes wander over the era, looking out for potential witnesses…

“Ya’got two options, sweetheart.”, he started. “First option; we go home and I tell my brother what just happened between you and Mr Bombshell. The kid will die most likely tomorrow on patrol and Joel will not let you out if his eyesight for the rest of your life. Second option…”

He looked down at your bare legs and licked his lips.

“You stand up, turn around and bend over…”

He paused for a second. “S’up to you.”

„Second.“, you whispered, you didn’t even need time to think about your answer—not that you where thinking anything at all right now. Your mind was blank.

There was nothing that Tommy could do to you, that Joel hadn’t already done. You feared Joel more. The answer was easy. Second option.

You hadn’t even realised that you got up, turned around and bend over. Holding onto the back of the bench tightly.

It was only when you felt Tommy lift your skirt up and your bottom was exposed to the cold night and Tommys hungry stare that you realised that there was no turning back.

You couldn’t see what Tommy was doing behind you, and a part of you was thankful for that; at least you didn’t have to look him in the eyes.

Tommy pulled his cock out. He was hard the second he heard you beg Dean to call you a slut. He gave himself a few pumps and then lined his cock up with your entrance. He wasted no time, immediately ramming all of him inside your juicy cunt.

Dean had worked you up good for him.

The invasion was sudden and forceful. You whined and your knees buckled. You clenched your teeth together.

Tommy started to fuck you the second he was in, leaving your body no time to adjust to his length. He was fucking your hard and fast. He was holding onto your petite shoulders tightly, hurting your flesh and bringing your body down to his in a forceful manner.

The sound of clapping skin was loud and sinful. It sounded so wrong in your ears. And it only got worse when Tommy started to grunt like an animal.

„Shit, girl. Never fucked a cunt as tight as yours.“, he hissed. „Fuck.“

You started to cry. Not because you were in pain, but because you were about to cum…

„Stop please.“, you cried. You didn’t want to cum. Not for Tommy. You didn’t want him to think you enjoyed his assault.

“Your body is betraying you. You like it.”, you remember Joel say to you the first time he took you against your will.

This isn’t normal. I’m not normal. I’m sick. I’m a sick girl.

You started to cry even harder, or were you moaning?It was a mixture of both and it was pathetic. Your were so close. You cunt got even tighter around Tommy. He could feel it.

“You wanna cum little slut?”, he laughed, a nasty dirty laugh. He gave your ass a hard slap.

“No!”, you cried out. “Please stop!”

It wasn’t your fault. You were wet since Joel had fucked your throat earlier today and left you on the ground sexually frustrated. Then there was Dean who had spend minutes fingering you while kissing your neck. It wasn’t because of Tommy.

It’s not because of Tommy.

The more you tried to work against it, the pressure inside you only intensified. You couldn’t hold it out any longer.

You came.

You came around his cock.

First your legs started to shake—it was like a wave—then your whole body. Your thoughts were completely flushed away. Your were biting your lip so hard that you could taste blood on your tongue.

“That’s my girl.”, Tommy praised and kept fucking you hard. “God, you are so hot, sweetheart. I see why Joel keeps you around.”

After you came down from your orgasm you were basically jelly. Without Tommy holding you in place you would be panting on the ground by now. He kept ramming his cock inside you a few more times before pulling out.

He turned you around and manhandled you on your knees.

“Hold your palms out, bitch. C’mon.”, he barked and grabbed your wrist and yanked them up.

You put your palms together and held them up.

He frantically stroked his cock while grunting and growling like a wolf before finally releasing himself inside your hands.

A poodle of your uncles warm, sticky, hot cum could now be found inside your shaking hands. You didn’t dare to drop it. You didn’t move, holding your palms up as if his cum was holy.

The tears had dried on your face. You looked up at Tommy, waiting for him to finally end your suffering.

You wanted to run home.

He put his cock back inside his jeans and pulled out a cigarette. Exhausted.

“Eat it.”, he said and pointed his cigarette at his cum.

He wanted to see how far he could go with you. He wanted to know how well his brother had trained you.

“C’mon, eat it up.”, he repeated when he saw your confused face.

You hesitantly brought your shaking hands closer to your lips. If you had anything in your stomach right now, you would’ve puked it all out. You carefully took a small lick from his cum and cringed a little. It was salty. But soon you found the taste to be familiar. It tasted like Joel’s.

“Be careful not to drop anythin. We don’t want Joel to find cum on you, do we? He might think it belongs to Dean…”

You shook your head and carefully licked your palms clean. Eating your uncles cum.

Tommy watched you intensely. You looked like a little kitten drinking her milk. He was already hard again. He would definitely think about this image of you when he would fuck his wife later tonight.

“Good job, sweetheart.”, he praised you. “Now C’mon. Let’s get’ya home. And you better thing about an excuse why you look like someone had fucked you silly…we don’t want Joel to get suspicious.”

He pointed at you puffy red eyes and ran down mascara.

He helped you up from the ground and you silently followed him home.

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The men in your life are not an exception. Why would they be? Because you can personally vouch that they aren’t sexist or misogynistic? Criticism against men does not exclude your boyfriend, father, brother, husband, favorite male teacher, or male friend. True freedom will come from holding all men accountable.

It may hurt or you may not want to acknowledge it, but no matter how nice, the men in your life don’t get to be excused from critique. If everyone gets to say ‘all men are bad except my ________, he’s one of the good ones’ then suddenly there’s not a single misogynistic man alive.

#radfem #radblr #radfems #radfems please touch #radical feminists please touch #radical feminist safe

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musclesandhammering · 7 months

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On Narrative Bias

I keep saying it annoys me how Wanda has done so many evil ass things and is never held accountable for her actions, and it never fails that someone tries to respond with “but aren’t you a loki stan? He’s done evil shit too! So you have a double standard and are a misogynist!!!!” Yeah, no. The difference is that you can clearly tell who the writers have predetermined as a hero vs a villain. You can tell who they want you to root for. Loki’s actions are given narrative consequences as harsh as possible, while Wanda’s are narratively excused and softened and sympathised. Let me show you what I mean.

* Loki commits treasons, tries to kill his brother & attempts genocide -> Loki’s father rejects him while he attempts suicide

* Loki tries to conquer earth -> Loki is sentenced to life in prison

* Loki incapacitates the king and secretly takes the throne -> Loki is threatened with a hammer to the face, we’re reminded how awful he is by all the other characters for the rest of the movie & he would’ve faced more consequences if the apocalypse hadn’t interrupted

* Loki steals the tesseract from the vault -> Loki watches his brother be tortured & then has his neck snapped

Now compare that to…

* Wanda willingly signs up to work for a nazi organisation, tries to help an evil robot murder the avengers, intentionally sets the hulk loose on a town of innocent people, & helps destroy Sokovia for a lil while -> Wanda gets a fatherly pep talk from Clint & is immediately accepted as an Avenger

* Wanda accidentally murders a bunch of people while on a mission -> Wanda is put on temporary house arrest in a giant mansion with her boyfriend

* Wanda buries her boyfriend/teammate under like 10 floors of concrete, breaks out of house arrest, & goes against a government order -> the leader of the superhero team defends her, a grown ass woman, by saying “She’s just a kid!”, she’s detained in a government prison for like a week maybe (?) during which she’s shown as a sad helpless victim to encourage sympathy from viewers, & then she gets busted out by the ex-team leader & eventually gets to run off to Scotland with her boyfriend

* Wanda holds an entire town hostage & tortures them just to fulfil her own grief-fuelled fantasy -> one of the women Wanda attacked reassures her that she’s the actual victim in all this and that the people she tortured just have no idea what she’s sacrificed for them & she escapes to an isolated location to read a forbidden demon book and make herself more powerful without anyone interfering

* Wanda goes on a serial killing spree across the multiverse, kidnaps a child, holds her hostage, tortures her, & attempts to take her powers all so she can steal another Wanda’s children because she misses her children that were never actually real in the first place -> Wanda gets some badass power sequences and #girlboss one liners, is the one that destroys the demon book, essentially saving the multiverse from future corruption, & is allowed to die a hero’s death (which we all know isn’t permanent)

See the difference?

#Wanda stans PLEASE dni #loki meta #marvel meta #if you’re gonna make a pro Wanda argument please stay off of my post. respectfully.#anti wanda maximoff #anti scarlet witch #anti wanda stans #Wendy mayomoff #Wanda critical #Wanda maximoff critical #not Wanda friendly #captain america civil war #cacw #multiverse of madness #avengers aou #avengers age of ultron #marvel wank #mcu wank #negativity

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the-rainbow-lesbian · 1 year

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it is genuinely fascinating to me that OSA radfems can spend months and years on radfem spaces reading about the most depraved violent acts men commit on a daily basis reading stories of women who thought their brothers fathers male friends and partners were one of the “good ones” till they were betrayed in the worst way possible and somehow they have boyfriends and husbands or pursuing relationships with men meanwhile men watch one week worth of content from MRAs and the manosphere and they switch immediately with no loyalty whatsoever no he doesn’t have a brain tumor or needs therapy he is a misogynist and the signs were always there

like how can you take a quick look at the new cases everyday of women and children killed by men and the stats of violence against women by men and not feel absolute rage about it? instead you’re like “you know what I am gonna have one of these at home” I don’t understand any of you

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warabidakihime · 1 year

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VIGILANTE SHIT

Characters: Dabi x Y/N

Plot Summary: The past will never disappear, and you will reap what you sow whether you like it or not.

Content Warning: Implied violence, smut, profanities, and psychological stuff that can be triggering for some of you. Minors DNI.

Fic Playlist: vengeance, vigilante shit, animal farm, anti-hero, akuma no ko.

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Shiny, sparkling stars and other celestial bodies that were invisible to the naked eye covered the dark sky, and normally you would be overjoyed while marveling at the breathtaking view, but instead you're catching your breath because you were just sobbing in your room a few moments ago until your boyfriend picked you up, and now you're riding shotgun as Dabi blazes through the highway, driving you as far away from that godforsaken household as he can using the car that he had just stolen from a random person.

You were still hiccupping in your seat, and each time Dabi heard you choke out a cry, his grip on the steering wheel got tighter and tighter. It took everything in him not to swerve around and drive back to your family, burning them to crisp.

He's not one to let his emotions get the best of him, but with the amount of time he's spent with you and how much your bond has grown in the last year, he has learned to accept the fact that he's a lot more sensitive than he thought.

It's Christmas Eve, and much to your dismay, your entire family has gathered for a reunion. Honestly, you didn't mind that much and considered this a good opportunity to patch things up with your family, especially your parents and older brother.

A part of you no longer believes reconciliation is possible, but you still want to try, at least for one last time. Dabi already told you it's pointless and that it's impossible for them to change. That it would literally take a miracle for them to realize their fuckups and apologize for repeatedly hurting you.

Usually, someone would get so hurt at hearing such discouraging words, but you know there's truth to what he's saying; you're just too stubborn to admit it and too delusional to accept the fact that a broken glass can no longer be fixed to the way it once was.

Dabi looked over to you, and for a moment, he saw a young version of himself in you. An abrupt chuckle slipped through his lips, and since it was so quiet in the car, you heard him, so you turned to him. When he saw your tear-stained cheeks, your red nose, and your puffy chapped lips, his eyes immediately softened.

"What's so funny?"

His smirk returned, and he turned his attention back to the road. His grip on the steering wheel finally loosened.

"Nothing. I just find it funny that somehow two individuals with similar upbringings crossed paths and ended up together. I think it's what you sappy, lovesick girls call fate."

You, like Dabi, come from a prominent family of heroes and public officers. Your parents work for the government, but your siblings are heroes with impressive resumes. You don't stray too far from the tree since you have a gleaming and outstanding track record of your own.

As shiny and admirable as they may seem in the public eye, they are far from being admirable behind closed doors. Your father, who is a member of the government cabinet, is the sleaziest man you've ever known.

He's a misogynistic piece of shit who craves nothing but power and wealth. Meanwhile, your mother is the secretary of the Department of Health. She's mostly known for being a "philanthropist," but in reality she's a conniving bitch who uses her crocodile tears to get what she wants.

Like your father, she also craves power, and so in the upcoming elections, they both plan to run for the highest position.

As for your siblings, one of your brothers inherited your parents' wicked genes, while the other two were too indoctrinated to go up against them, which leaves you as the family's lone wolf.

And as your parents' kid, it is your "responsibility" to live up to their name, which is why you have been under great pressure since you were a child. Your father, in particular, expected you to be the greatest and has stated that he will not take second place, which has led you to your present predicament.

Your parents didn't care if you graduated with honors and have a stellar hero record from your work studies because you weren't the first. Honestly, you’re at your breaking point.

"I don't have time for your teasing, Dabi." You huffed,

"Well, I'm still going to annoy the hell out of you anyway." He snickered

"I should've listened to you." You looked up at the sky with eyes oozing with resentment and despair, as if each star would burst the longer you stared at it, and honestly, who can blame you?

"Damn right, but you're one naughty girl, so here you are, brokenhearted once again."

You glared at him, "Do you really have to rub it in? Aren't you supposed to comfort your girlfriend?"

"Villains don't have hearts, remember? Your narcissistic mother told you that, right?"

"You're kind of proving her point right now though," you pouted, to which your boyfriend mimicked your pout.

He’s such a jerk, but he’s your jerk.

"I don't care what she thinks of me, but I can dispel her claim in one sentence."

You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend; now curious as to what he's going to say to counter what your mother said about villains.

"You feel safer with me, a villain, than with your entire family, with whom you supposedly should feel the safest and most secure."

When he puts it that way…

"Our first meeting wasn't exactly safe, though. You almost killed me," you deadpanned, recalling your first meeting with Dabi.

You were on work study, patrolling the streets of Kyoto, when you came upon him in a dark alleyway. You hadn't intended to engage him, but he was quick to notice you, and one thing led to another, and you found yourself cornered by him.

"Oho, if it isn't a UA mouse playing superhero," he said in a condescending tone, "didn't your teacher teach you not to turn your back on your enemy? Now look at you. The big bad villain caught you."

Those were his first words to you.

Normally, you'd have something clever to counter his mockery, but everything happened so fast that your head went mushy. It doesn't help that his blue eyes have effectively charmed you. You can't help but stare in awe at him.

And in all honesty, you didn't know what to do at that time, as you're far too weak compared to him. Not to imply you're incompetent; in fact, you're one of the top three in your school, and you're likely to hold your spot until graduation, once UA honors their new crop of top heroes-to-be. You assume that Hado, your underclassman, will be included given her practically boundless potential.

The villain in front of you is simply too strong and dangerous for you to face alone.

Dabi cocked his head sideways and continued to peer at you, also captivated by how attractive you are for some reason. He noted in his mind that your height complimented his, and the length of your hair is to his liking too.

"Where's your sidekick? Patrolling these dangerous alleyways by yourself is very brave—almost audacious of you, don't you think?"

"You're not deserving of any responses from me; if you're going to kill me, just get on with it," you scowled at him.

"Be careful what you wish for; unlike you heroes, we don't halt time and get the job done quickly," he said, clutching your neck.

You instinctively grasped his hand in an attempt to loosen his grip on you, but your strength was outmatched by his. Your heart started to beat faster as fear continued to seep through your skin, even more so when you felt heat burn your skin.

It's most likely that he has a flame-wielding quirk.

"P-Please—"

"Hm? What's that, Hero-chan?" Dabi said, raising an eyebrow.

"Please let me go," you choked out as you squirmed under his grip.

"What if I don't want to? What will you do about it?"

I don't have time for this...

You groaned internally, but you should have known better than to allow your inner monologue to run wild in your head since you know it will show on your face.

Dabi grinned as he finally let go of you and grabbed you by the chin instead. His thumb caressing your bottom lip which sent electricity down your spine and made your heart skip a beat.

Of course, the villain took notice of this.

"Now, don't be so impatient; I'm just trying to get to know you, though I do enjoy the way you look at me."

"Well, I don't," you snarled angrily at him, shaking your head in the hopes of breaking free from his clutches, and this time, Dabi let you go and merely chuckled darkly in response to your sassy comeback.

He still has one arm over you, though, and to be honest, the anxiety you're feeling is more than enough to keep you there.

"Say... you single?"

You glared at him coldly as you contemplated whether to entertain his question or finally take action to escape from the predicament you were in.

You could escape by manipulating his blood, immobilizing him, and then freezing his limbs to the ground for good measure. Your quirk, liquid and air manipulation, is a hybrid of your parents’ respective quirks. You inherited liquid manipulation from your mother and air manipulation from your father.

The combination of the two has made you undeniably strong and highly flexible. Liquid manipulation allows you to control any liquid. From large pools of liquid to various sorts of chemicals to even human blood, which is extremely useful in battle, air manipulation is pretty much self-explanatory; while it has the ability to replenish life, it also has the ability to kill. You can suffocate someone by manipulating the air in their body and killing them.

You have a strong command over your quirk, thanks to your UA mentors, and you can wield it at will. Before, you could only move small amounts of water, but now they have become fatal to anyone that will receive your wrath.

"...yes."

Dabi usually has great control over his emotions. But when he found out you're single, for some reason he couldn't help but grin and feel good. In his mind, it's his lucky day today because he found a shiny, new toy to play with.

And maybe, just maybe, a super small part of him is genuinely interested in you. He may be a ruthless villain, but at the end of the day, he's also human, and people can't help who they potentially fall for.

"So what type of guys do you like?"

By now you had a deadpan expression on your face as you stared at the man in front of you.

Is he serious right now?

"Certainly not you."

Dabi merely shrugged and continued to taunt you, "You don't know that. I know a trick or two to change your mind," he said, winking, and you hated yourself for giving him the reaction he wanted from you.

Your cheeks instantly turned scarlet, and your eyes were as big as saucers; you also appeared to be itching to get back at him, but no words came out of your mouth, leaving you to bite your bottom lip so hard that blood slowly began to seep from the ripped-up flesh.

You averted your gaze from him as he laughed.

"Oh, how cute. You have a beauty mark here." You instantly freeze when he brushes his calloused fingers along the juncture of your neck, which happens to be one of your sweet spots.

Before you could stop yourself, a soft whimper escaped your lips.

Dabi smirked as he lingered his finger over your smooth skin.

As time goes by, the number of goosebumps on your skin would increase and at this point, you're worried about your legs giving up on you but Dabi made damn sure you are caged snuggly against the wall.

He kept dragging his finger across your flesh, first tracing your collarbone then hanging his fingertips dangerously close to your cleavage.

"S-Stop."

Dabi came to a halt almost immediately as if he was in a trance that he flinched ever so slightly.

In that very moment, both infatuation and shame swept over him, erasing the arrogant expression on his face.

His eyes trailed from your chest up to your eyes as foreign feelings or emotions he'd buried long ago started to resurface, and they swirled around in his turquoise eyes, and your cerulean eyes took notice of this.

Dabi grabbed your chin, his thumb stroking your bottom lip as he slowly came to his senses. The cheeky smirk he had a few minutes before reappeared on his lips, he leaned down, and you reflexively closed your eyes, maybe bracing yourself for the worst.

Either you'll die right there and then, or he'll graciously let you go. And although you are aware that the latter is unlikely, you continue to pray for a miracle.

However, instead of being enveloped in flames, you felt his hot breath fan your ear, causing your insides to churn. And it wasn't until you completely opened your eyes that you noticed he had taken a step closer to you, his body practically pressing against yours.

"Getting myself a cute lamb wasn't on my to-do list, but here we are." He murmured in your ear, and you swore it was the sexiest voice you'd ever heard.

Not that you'd ever say it out loud.

"These days, I go by the name Dabi, so feel free to address me as such."

He drew away after his so-called introduction, and finally decided to let you go and fled the scene.

Ever since your first encounter, you avoided patrolling in that same area as you were terrified of crossing paths with him again. You made excuses after excuses to your agency and your school, eventually heeded your request, but even after changing your assigned route, Dabi managed to find you again, but your second meeting was rather (for a lack of a better word) more enchanting compared to the first time you two met in that dark alleyway.

You were in the midst of preventing another villain from carrying out their atrocity when, to your surprise, Dabi assisted you in apprehending the cretin. You were tackling him on the road to keep him from fleeing as you waited for backup when he emerged and strangled the villain until he passed out.

You were taken aback by his audacious and out-of-character gesture.

"Why?" You blurted out while looking at him, disbelief written all over your face.

Dabi flashes you a boyish smile as he approaches you. "You two were having so much fun wrestling each other that I couldn't contain my jealousy, so I did something about it. You're welcome, by the way."

True to your nature, disgust was immediately painted on your face, but Dabi simply shrugged and walked closer to you, but unlike the last time, his approach was a bit cautious to ensure his safety and not scare you away because you're in an open area this time.

It will be easier for you to flee.

"Good to see you again, Hero-chan."

"Stop calling me that," you hissed, clearly irritated by the nickname he gave you.

"Once you give me your name, I will."

"Over my dead body."

"Well, aren't you a feisty one?" He said, chuckling, "Then again, they say short people have a short fuse to match, eh?"

That caught you off guard and rendered you speechless, much to the villain's delight.

It's only your second meeting, but he's already having a blast with you.

You are definitely the type of person that others want to tease all the time, he thought to himself as he continued to look at you.

A sly smile made its way to his face when he caught a glimpse of a very familiar beauty mark he had found on your neck.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

Dabi grinned before answering your question, "I spotted a damsel in distress, so I came to her rescue."

"If you're referring to me, I am far from a damsel in distress; I can bear my own weight," you grumbled.

"Regardless, I saved your ass; where is my thank you?"

"Now look who's playing hero; I didn't need your help," you scoffed.

"Interesting, because the image of a true hero that I have in mind is someone who leaps into action without hesitation, someone who is altruistic to a fault."

"Well, since you're hanging the fact that you helped me over my head, you don't fit the qualifications; do you want me to award you a medal? An applause?"

Dabi smirked at you, but it lacked the usual intimidation that he usually exudes. Instead of looking like the menacing villain that he is, he looked like one of those mischievous boys you meet in school. He then pretended to cough and turned around for a bit to cover the redness on his cheeks.

Dabi feels ecstatic that you're responding to him in full sentences now, but there's also a part of him that is annoyed because of how strongly he reacted to you.

Honestly, with just a few more jabs from you, he might get too excited.

"What do you want from me?" You said it to him loud and clear, which made him snap out of his daze.

"What do you mean?"

You grumbled, visibly sick of his mind games, "You certainly didn't find me by chance, so tell me what you want."

"Hmm... a lot, actually, but for now, I'll ask for three things so I don't overwhelm you."

You couldn't help but chuckle at what he said, and Dabi, of course, took note of your melodious laughter; seeing you give (somewhat) positive responses increased his confidence significantly.

He sure does have a way with words. Makes him all the more dangerous.

You thought to yourself

"And what are they?"

"First and foremost," Dabi grinned, "I'd like to know your name."

You kind of saw it coming, but you were still slightly flabbergasted when he asked for your name.

You shouldn't tell him your name because he might use it against you, but if you don't, he might bother you even more.

After a short moment of contemplation, you sighed and scowled at him as you gave him your name, "F/N. I'm not telling you my last name."

Dabi shrugged. "That's fine with me; now, for the second thing, give me your phone number."

"What the hell? Do you actually think I'd give a villain my contact information?"

"Yes."

This guy—I want to punch him so bad!

You should not give him any further personal information.

You shouldn't, but for some reason, his aura seemed tamer—and, dare you say, safer—than the first time you two met. You have a very high regard for your intuition because it's rarely wrong, and right now, your gut is telling you that you could trust Dabi.

I mean, if he does something fishy, I can always change my phone number.

To be absolutely honest, you're also interested in where this will take you.

The big, bad villain has successfully piqued your interest, apparently.

"...Do you have your phone ready? I'll recite my number once, and that'll be it; I don't care if you catch all of it or not."

Without a word, Dabi showed you his phone, indicating he was ready, and so you quickly gave him your contact details.

"What's the last thing you want? Make it quick; I need to surrender this villain to the authorities before he regains his consciousness."

"I can dispose of him for you if you want," Dabi suggested and your reaction almost made him double over laughing because you looked so horrified.

In hindsight, your reaction made it crystal clear to him that you two are polar opposites.

"I guess you can knock him out again when he wakes up."

"Oh, so now you want my help?"

You had a very faint smile when you replied to him, "Just this once."

"Just this once, huh?"

"Yep, just this once."

You turned to face him after a period of silence.

Any annoyance that was radiating from your eyes when you first laid eyes on him this afternoon was long gone, but you are still on alert.

"So, what's the last thing you want from me?"

You frowned internally at what you're doing right now.

You intended to amuse him for a short time to relieve his boredom so that he could finally leave you alone, but all you've done is increased the likelihood of you two crossing paths again.

However, your meeting with Dabi today has convinced you that he is not someone you can just shake off.

Dabi stepped closer to you until he was just a few inches away, and the same anxiousness that you felt when you first met him in the dark alley crept back into your skin. You instinctively took a step back and gradually established a stance in case he ultimately dropped the friendly act and attacked you.

He gradually lifted his hand, making you even more apprehensive.

"The last thing I want from you is for you to be my friend." Dabi said as he offered his hand for a handshake, and the gesture gave you the strongest whiplash known to man.

"What?"

"You heard what I said."

"But...why?"

"Do you need a reason to befriend someone?"

"I don't mean to offend, but if a wanted criminal wants to befriend me, I have every right to be skeptical," you said, your face soulless.

Dabi shook his head in amusement and grinned, "Touche. Well, what if we first became acquainted? Would that suffice?"

You looked at him as if he'd sprouted two more heads, and he just stood there with a fucking smile on his face, waiting for your response.

"A hero and a villain as friends? Is that even possible?" you wondered out loud.

"Why don't we try it out and see?" Dabi shrugged.

You're not going to admit it out loud, but you're intrigued as well.

You're wondering if a hero and a villain can be amicable, let alone friends.

"Fine, but I have several conditions," you told him.

"Shoot."

You let out a sigh.

I can't believe I was persuaded into doing this.

This is considered coercion, right?

"First, this “friendship” will be on trial for three months, with you only permitted to contact me three times each month; second, for three months, don't commit any crimes; if I see or hear you did something, consider our "friendship" over. And third..." You paused and looked away, your cheeks heating up due to sheer shyness.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, which was soon followed by a cheeky smile, "And?"

You sighed for the umpteenth time and looked at him, saying, "Don't call me unannounced. Give me a heads up, so I can p-prepare myself."

"Pinky promise." he said while holding his pinky, ushering you to do the same, which you did.

His pinky finger felt incredibly rough against yours, but it also felt warm.

You gave him a curt nod and said, "I better get going. I need to escort this guy to the police station."

As you were about to retrieve your pinky, Dabi grabbed your entire hand and gave it a firm shake.

"I guess we will be seeing each other more often, huh, y/n?"

Now, why did your name have to roll out so smoothly from his lips? It sounded so natural that it made your heart jump and flutter.

"Don't push your luck," you grumbled as you returned his handshake.

And Dabi certainly made your time together worthwhile throughout those three months.

To your surprise, he followed all of your conditions so religiously that he almost seemed like a saint to you, and you found yourself growing fonder of him as you spent more time with him.

The majority of your meetings consisted of him annoying the hell out of you, but as you spent more time together, the two of you gradually blurred the lines, entirely ignoring your respective positions in society, with you as a full-fledged hero and him as a high-profile villain.

You had every intention of not developing feelings for him; at one point, you even tried to push him away and break whatever connection you two had at the time because it was inappropriate and dangerous for the two of you to have any kind of relationship, but not even a week later, you caved in and welcomed him back into your life.

And Dabi was more than happy to stay.

Meanwhile, Dabi grossly miscalculated his sweet little infatuation he had for you.

He was convinced that he would eventually get tired of you and abandon you, but jokes on him because the more you hung out with him, the deeper and harder he fell for you.

His once innocent and cute crush grew into something more passionate, and honestly, for someone like him who is completely emotionally shocked at such a young age, his feelings for you worried him.

Even more so when he realized he was being the same person he was before Todoroki Enji fucked everything up in his life.

When he's with you, he's not Dabi.

He's Todoroki Touya.

You were taken aback when you learned his family background and upbringing.

Your worlds were not as far apart as you initially assumed. Your parents and Endeavor know each other due to their line of work. Although you get along well with the other Todoroki siblings, you're not a big fan of their father since he reminds you of your own useless father.

"Ohhh—"

You moaned loudly and tossed your head back, huge waves of ecstasy washing over you as Dabi fucked you with his fingers in the backseat of the car. Even more so when he kissed the beauty mark you have on your neck.

The two of you decided to park someplace else and just enjoy each other's company after driving aimlessly around the city, especially after a long, hard day.

One thing led to another, and now you have Dabi taking the role of the big spoon to a whole new level by having you lay your head on his free arm while the other does magic in your cunt; making you sing the songs of the angels in heaven.

Icy blue eyes were glued to you, observing every movement you made and every note you uttered while he made you feel good and helped you forget about every bad thing in the world. It's ironic and, in a way, poetic that a big, bad villain is the one that's been saving you right at this very moment.

Dabi could easily lower his head down to your breasts and snag your perky nipple between his lips with one of your arms firmly wrapped over his shoulder. His hot tongue grazed the sensitive nub, triggering your first orgasm of the night.

And with your arm wrapped around him, it was easy to take a hold of his hair, and as you yanked at it, your boyfriend let out a seductive groan as he continued to lavish undivided attention on your boobs.

"Dabi—"

Dabi hummed in return, still devouring your boobs and painting circles on your clit with his finger.

"I need you, Dabi, please—"

Dabi removed himself from your nipple without a word, but not before giving it one more nibble, to which you responded with a sultry moan, much to his satisfaction.

He then gestured for you to scoot over so he could position himself between your legs. He also offered you the random throw pillow that was lying around in the car to make you feel more comfortable.

Once he was comfortably positioned between your legs, his cock had already been liberated from the constriction of his pants, and he was stroking it with one hand, causing pre-cum to ooze from the tip.

Watching him from your point of view was deadly. Dabi looked so enticing and sexy that you instinctively reached out to your cunt and touched yourself to relieve some of the pent-up frustration you were feeling.

"Fuck, y/n. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Dabi became engrossed in his own fantasy as a result of your little show.

Thousands of lewd images of you flashed through his mind, and the dirtier they got, the quicker his hand pumped his dick, nearly coming undone right then and there.

Dabi, not wanting to waste any more time, purposefully burned himself awake and finally positioned his cock directly in front of your entrance. And as soon as the tip touched your warm walls, a shudder ran down his spine, and a drawn-out moan escaped his lips as he bottomed up.

"Still so fucking tight for me, I see." Dabi grunted as he began to thrust after letting you get used to him.

As much as you wanted to respond to him, you couldn't find it in you to form any words or at least display any semblance of attentiveness to him because of how good he was making you feel.

Dabi then scooped you up and reclined back against the backrest without skipping a beat.

And as if you two have telepathy, you got to work and rode him.

From the outside, the car was visibly shaking, and the windows were covered in fog. It won't take long until someone notices, but at this point you don't care whether you get caught doing the deed in public.

As you rode him, your boyfriend watched you intently while fixing your hair, which he adores oh, so much.

"Look at you." He said as he caressed your sides, leaving goosebumps on your skin, "Such a good girl, taking me in so well and making me feel so good."

A faint and genuine smile formed on your face in the midst of it all.

You looked at Dabi with such tenderness and love in your eyes, and he answered with an equally soft look.

Your story went from the two of you being natural enemies in the prologue to becoming inseparable and each other's rock in the succeeding chapters. But, like all novels, yours will come to an end. As powerful and passionate as your love for one another, you two are well aware of the fate that awaits you.

At the end of the day, you're a hero, and he's a villain.

You slowed down for a moment and cupped his cheeks, he winced noticeably when your delicate hands touched his scarred face. His uneasiness was on the rise, but you were quicker to eliminate any doubt and self-loathing in his mind and soul by planting a passionate kiss on his lips.

Instinctively, Dabi closed his eyes and responded to the kiss. He embraced your tiny frame and pulled you closer to him while you started to pick up the pace once again, sending both of you to nirvana.

After the two of you finished fucking each other like rabbits, silence descended in the car.

Dabi was lazily fiddling with your hair as you were all nestled up against him. And the longer the stillness lasted, the further and deeper your mind traveled.

Today has been an extremely long day, and the prospect of going through much more in the coming days has almost made you fear for your life.

Dabi was right.

When you're around him, you feel safer and more at ease.

So why not simply abandon everything and be with him forever?

Your life would be so much better and happier.

As a youngster, you once wished to be a hero like All Might; that's why you still did your best despite everything, but your family has poisoned your views on the whole hero society.

The hero system, as Stain stated, is a farce.

"I am done playing hero."

Dabi's hands came to a halt as he heard what you just said.

"What?" he said, looking at you.

You turned to him, and with just one glance at you, no amount of persuasion could sway you.

You've already made up your mind, and while Dabi appreciates that you've chosen him over everyone else and that you're finally standing up for yourself, a little part of him is still a bit apprehensive.

Of course, he believes in you and your capacity to fend for yourself, but this is still a very big step for you. You will be leaving a lot of things behind.

To him, you are one of the few people who actually deserve to be recognized and celebrated as a hero.

Is this what you really want for yourself?

"This isn't something I decided on a whim; I've been thinking about it for a while, and this is the conclusion I came up with," you explained, then completely turned around to stare right into your boyfriend's eyes.

"Take me with you, Dabi," you told him as you cupped his face, "and rescue me from the real villains."

Dabi turned away from you and glanced out the misty window, evidently pondering.

"I swear I won't hold you back; in fact, my quirk complements yours, so I'd be of great help to you. I can amplify your flames with my air quirk, and I can also cure your injuries with my water quirk; it has healing properties and can serve as your safety net in battle—"

"You don't have to do all of those things for me to let you tag along with me, Y/N; unlike your family, I don't see you as a tool and won’t treat you as such; I was just trying to process everything; my mind's still foggy as fuck after you literally sucked the life out of me," Dabi snickered.

"As if you hadn't sucked mine," you counter, and despite the matter at hand, the two of you shared a good laugh.

"You requested, and I merely complied," Dabi shrugged. "You're welcome."

"So, are you going to adopt me or what?" you joked.

Dabi searched around the car, and when his face lit up when he found what he was searching for, you raised an eyebrow at him but kept silent.

"Woof for me, then," he said as he grabbed up his belt and put it lazily around your neck.

"Haha, very funny, Dabi," you said as you slapped his hand away.

Your boyfriend sat up straight, reached for his shirt, and handed it to you while he settled for his leather jacket.

He got back in the driver's seat and started the engine after cleaning himself up.

"Let's go back to your place."

"Huh?! Why?" you exclaimed.

"We need to get your clothes and other important things you need, dummy, because if you're going to come along with me, you'll be kissing your freedom goodbye; especially with a well-known background like yours, you'll have little to no freedom to roam around, so we'll salvage what we can until I can get you new ones."

The terror you felt when he mentioned your household has vanished after hearing his reasoning, "Oh. Right... I'm sorry."

"Wanna say good-bye to your folks? I know a fun way to do it," Dabi said as he started driving to your house.

You shifted your gaze to the stars in the vast sky, and while you pondered in silence, your eyes began to glitter with feelings that Dabi was all too familiar with.

You looked exactly like him when he abandoned his family.

You shifted your gaze to the stars in the vast sky.

When Dabi fetched you earlier tonight, you were staring at the sky with melancholy eyes, but now you’re looking at it with eyes filled with new-found hope, although resentment still lingered and grew stronger to the point that you can feel your blood boil with rage.

You remained silent in your seat, but Dabi knows exactly what is running through your head right now. He also knows how you feel right now since he felt the same way when he left his family and old life behind.

The gleam in your eyes was all too familiar to him, and he vowed right then and there that he'd help you get revenge on your wretched family.

"Y/N,"

"Hmm?"

The big bad villain who turned out to be your salvation grabbed your hand, drew it towards him, and then kissed every knuckle, stinging your eyes with tears with each kiss.

"We're going to make them pay."

And that's all it took to solidify your resolve.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

You sealed your pact by intertwining your pinky fingers.

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304blur · 7 months

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secretary from hell!

pairing: yandere!assistant!geto suguru x fem!ceo!reader

warning(s): possessive suguru, he's two faced, manipulative, mentions of drugging and drug addiction, and reader's mature but naïve, suguru pretends to be a warm and caring figure, misogynistic ex secretary of reader's dad, geto is his age (28) and reader is 25

plot: after your father, the ex-ceo of takamitsu tech passed, you took over the company as ceo. finding out how the business world works is stressful, but geto suguru would help you through all that.

"i simply cannot accept that a sheltered, uneducated heir would take over this company, let alone a spoiled woman who doesn't know how business works."

after your father passed, the entire company was in your hands. it was a struggle, after all, he passed away so suddenly, and the company's partners and investors despised the idea of a woman being a ceo of one of the largest company in japan, and your father was considered a business genius, he saved this company from bankruptcy, and created a steady flow of profit. he was a successful businessman, and you were expected to live up to him. and for you, living up to the genius that was your father, was impossible. but it didn't hurt to try. but right now, your optimism is at rock bottom. your father's secretary, mr. nakamura, is insulting you. he's quite the misogynistic old geezer, and his head is stuck in the past. you rub your temples, as your head is starting to ache, due to how loud the guy is.

"women are completely incapable of understanding business, because they're not suited for a leading role where a man is supposed to be at. you should step down, right now, and let your younger brother do the man's work."

you suddenly stand up, angered by his comments.

"my brother is still in middle school, mr. nakamura. you must understand he is not capable of taking over, and your remarks are simply unforgivable, as your employer, i'm utterly disappointed by your behavior, and i'm sure my father, who might be watching right above us right now, probably is disappointed too, since he trusted you with his work, and now you're outright insulting his daughter. if you dislike me so much, i suggest you leave this building, right now."

you slam your desk, pointing to the exit of your office. mr. nakamura decided to leave your office, with a gloomy face. you sat back down, sighing. being a capable independent woman sure isn't easy. a few days later, mr. nakamura sent his resignation papers through an employee he was close with. you approved his resignation, and let him go, and now you need a proper assistant, to welcome a new chapter in your life. you let everyone and their mothers know that you were looking for an assistant who can understand the business world and its' complex systems. only one person applied, and that is, your middle school ex boyfriend, and currently the heir of geto innovations, your company's rival. well, not anymore. his father was arrested for tax evasion, and abuse of his position as ceo. geto innovations is doomed, and the heir, and the company's only hope, has come to apply as a secretary of their rival company. he fidgets with his suit, and he had his hair slicked back, he's sporting a bright smile, with dark circles under his eyes.

"suguru, quite a surprise.. why are you here?"

you look at him with one eyebrow raised. you knew him to be a smart guy. you dated for 2 months in middle school, and you didn't do anything crazy, just holding hands, going on dates. but suguru broke up with you, after getting reprimanded by his parents. he lights up, and replies.

"you still remember my name? so you must miss me!"

suguru chuckles, lifting a hand to his chin. you snicker at him, showing him his application papers, and waved it around.

"your name's on this paper, by the way. but i didn't forget your name, just your face."

you sighed, you didn't have a choice but to accept him, since you don't have any more time to look for someone else, and since suguru might be able to help you. you looked around your desk, and let out a little 'aha!' when you found your special little 'approved' stamp. you gently tap the stamp on the surface of suguru's application paper, and his face seemed to glow with happiness.

"you start tomorrow, good luck, suguru."

you smiled, and he was dismissed from the office. the day ended, and tomorrow is a new day, with a new secretary. you rode in your car, the city lights gleaming and glowing, the light of the vibrant and eye-catching signs and giant tvs with ads reflect onto the road, giving the usually black asphalt some color. you arrive to your family's estate, your maids greet you at the door, some asking how your day went, some informing you about your brother. you walked upstairs, the head maid notified you that she ran a bath for you already. you open the door to your brother's room, to find him studying. it's 11pm, he shouldn't be up this late. you pull the earbuds out of his ear to scold him.

"hey, mr. shuuya (ln), don't work too hard or i'll cut off your allowance. go to bed."

he just glared at you, and took back his earbud from your hands. he replied, with his mechanical pencil pointed against his cheek.

"you're saying that like you didn't stay up till 4am when you studied?"

after further observation, you saw that he's studying modern japanese. and majority of his mock quiz answers were right. as expected of your intelligent little brother. you were also guilty of staying up to study, but this little guy takes it a step further. he studied his weekends away, staying up from saturday to sunday. you ruffle his hair, and prepared to leave his room, you peeked your head through the gap of his door, and yelled.

"i mean it when i say i'm cutting off your allowance."

"good morning!"

suguru brought over a cup of coffee, the kind of coffee you liked. he knew the basics of how to manage a large corporation, and he was willing to show you the ropes, an odd decision, because he was even insisting he would share his father's advice for a successful business. he was reliable, cheerful, and warm. even your other employees seemed to like him. it didn't take you long to adjust to his personality, since he's so charismatic, and alluring. he was kind enough to take on most of your work, to let you rest, and drink your coffee. you sipped on the liquid gold that we humans call coffee, you looked over to suguru's office that was connected to yours, and he raised his head, to give you a little smile. god, he was just so charming to you. strangely, the coffee wasn't working, you were typing away at your computer, and your eyes were glued to the monitor. you looked at your watch, and realized it was 7pm. you peeked at suguru's office, and noticed he was getting ready to leave. he brightened onced he met your eyes.

"ah, (yn)! i was about to go over there and tell you that we're supposed to leave now."

he smiled, as he guided you to the elevator, stopping to let you in first. what a gentleman.. you arrived at the ground floor, and just before you were about to say goodbye to him when your ride arrived, he took your hand, and placed a kiss upon it.

"See you tomorrow."

he closed the car door, and waved you goodbye. your face turned red immediately, his eyes squinting into crescent moons. you really need some good sleep tonight. it doesn't matter if you're taking, like, 30 melatonin gummies, as long as you pass out and not think about him all night. you pass by shuuya's room, too distracted by what happened earlier. you flop onto your bed, still wearing working clothes. you stare at your window, the peacefulness of your neighborhood, and the A/C blasting to immediately sleep, and float off to dreamland, your sleeping situation strangely and completely contrasting your prediction from a few minutes ago. you were sound asleep. hours pass by, the morning rays softly grace your face, feeling that tingly and warm sensation on your skin, you wake up. you took a while to adjust your vision, and you realized your room was a mess. you were pretty organized, and you usually wouldn't leave the room like this, and shuuya wouldn't even attempt to go in your room, since he already knows there isn't anything interesting in there. you shrug it off, maybe you forgot to clean, or something. it was dark when you got in last night, that's why you only noticed this morning. you looked at your wall clock, and realized, it was 8am, you were about 2 hours late to work. you decided to go with the outfit you wore yesterday, you hurridly brushed your hair, deodorant, and perfume, to hide the smell you're going to develop later in the day. you open the door, and the maids greet you with a smile, but you rushed passed all of them, and you exited your estate, you looked at your driver, polishing up the car.

"mr. kikuchi! i'm so sorry to keep you waiting, oh my gosh. please take me to the company building, and take the quickest route there."

"i shall get you there at once, ma'am."

he opened the car door for you, and he got in the driver's seat, driving off to your destination. you immediately text suguru, and he replied just as quickly as you texted him.

'i'm so sorry for being late, please text me back immediately, i'm on my way there already.'

'don't fret. i'm fine! do get here within 30 minutes or you'll be late for a meeting.'

you sighed, and you arrived at the building safe and sound. you thanked your driver, and immediately headed up to your office. once you got to your designated floor, you saw suguru, preparing coffee for you. you greeted him with a good morning, and a sigh. he handed you the coffee, and you smiled a little at the cup.

"you might need this. you sounded like you slept in. happens to the best of us."

he pat your shoulder, to reassure you. you drank the cup, and looked around, with his hand, still on your shoulder. you noticed a pill pack near the coffee machine, you moved closer, suguru's hand slipping away. you read the label of the pack. 'temazepam'. is this a type of sleeping pill? you grabbed the pack, and showed it to suguru.

"is this yours?"

you looked at the back of the packaging, and you were right, it was a kind of sleeping pill. he answered with a smile.

"yes, i have trouble sleeping, and my doctor prescribed this for me. i usually forget to take them while i'm at home, so i put it over there, so i can take them before i return home. it doesn't kick in quick, so i thought taking them before i head back would be a good idea. "

you put the pack down and you apologised for your intrusion for something you shouldn't have pulled out of him.

"oh, sorry, i shouldn't have touched that topic for you."

"it's fine! it's probably public information at this point, i mean, look at these."

he points at the dark circles under his eyes, a sign of staying up late. he laughs, and tells you that you should prepare for the meeting. you nod, and you decided to fix your hair up more.

it's been about 3 weeks ever since suguru applied to be your secretary. his way of working, and the way he sees people, has been really helpful for you, and you've been securing lots of great business deals, thanks to his advice. geto innovations, has been dissolved, due to unpaid debt, the heir's rebellious behaviour and the absence of its' ceo. his father is still in jail, nothing has gone well for suguru in these past weeks, yet why is he still smiling? you didn't really wanna dig too deep, so you abandoned the idea of asking him if he was okay. though, you did find yourself being late to work often. you couldn't count how many times you had to apologise to suguru for the same reason every morning. you even tried to stay up late to complete some work you weren't doing while at work, since, well, suguru shoulders everything for you at this point, insisting you let him do everything, since you must be burnt out. he has been a big help to you, pampering you, and all. you never told him about the secret paperworks you were doing late at night, since he'd insist that he'll do it for you. you decided to listen to him, since he's so stubborn. his diligence was admirable, and he did his work so well. you sat in your office chair, all slumped and tired. suguru noticed, and got up from his own chair, and approached you. he walked behind you, playing with your hair, and braiding it.

"please leave everything to me. i'll take care of you, and your beloved inherited business. just focus on me, and your health, (yn)."

he strokes your head gently, as you lean on the backrest of your chair, your face looking right up at his. a warm moment, his eyes melt the borders of your heart, and you felt so comfortable around him. you reach for his hand, which was about to stroke your head once more, and lowered it, to your cheek.

"i hope you'll continue to do your best, suguru."

he swipes the stray pieces of your hair aside, your forehead in view. he plants a light and loving kiss on it.

"i will try. no, i will, i will continue to assist you in any way possible."

you tried reaching for his face, but..

as you try and stroke his cheek, his face seemed to wash away, his entire head turning into fragments, looking like sand being swept away by water. your entire environment being enveloped by darkness, you wake up from a seemingly long dream. you get up, realizing that free and lovely dream you had, was of the past. you're in your room, but it's doesn't seem to be in your estate. it has no windows, like how yours did. only a digital screen, simulating windows and the outside world. the door opens, and the love of your life enters the bunker-like room. you tremble, and get off your bed, gripping at his sweatpants, like a zombie. you were dressed in a light, flowy white dress, but the beauty of the dress clashes with your unhealthy appearance. your face looked like you stayed up a hundred days, and your figure was dangerously skinny. suguru bent down, to be at your level, petting your head like he did in your dream, and your past.

"it's me, sweetheart."

"please, please.. give me, the t-thing you gave me last time, suguru, i-i need it, so bad, i can't even d-describe how much i need it, i-i don't want the temazepam anymore.."

he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"of course, i'll give it to you, but first, let's get ready for our very fun playtime, hm?"

he carried you, bridal style, to your bed, he sat you down, and grabbed a hairbrush from your vanity, braiding your hair, like in the dream, he hums a familiar tune, as he gently styles your hair.

that's right. he drugged every single drink you had with temazepam. a popular benzodiazepine. a drug prescribed for insomnia, sleeping disorders and for treatment of muscle spasms and disorders that cause seizures, like epilepsy and the like. it is also a central nervous system depressant, which makes it a popular drug, well, to misuse. the longer an individual takes the said drug, they develop dependence, or in other words, an addiction. it also develops tolerance to the drug, and in your case, temazepam isn't enough to satisfy you anymore. satoru gave you something else, after he realized that temazepam doesn't work anymore. this time he injected something in you, he never told you what it was, but as long as it gave you that amazing feeling of being relieved of your suffering, you didn't care. you loved suguru for knowing what you wanted, and you continued to, even though you doubt what he says sometimes, you know that he's a good and smart man, and that you can always rely on him, that's all you needed, and he knows you'll always be by his side. he is your secretary after all. and he'll always be your secretary, in life, until death. until purgatory separates you two, sending him to hell, and you, the girl he's always seen as an angel on earth, to heaven.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #suguru x reader #geto x reader #fanfic #yandere #halloween #happy halloween

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A few thoughts on Leehan (cantains mention of alcoholism, sex*doesn't go into explicit detail*, abusive partners, abusive parents, physical altercation, slight Yandere Leehan?)

1. Frat Boy Leehan...

2. Imagine you started dating this guy. You two start becoming serious but you soon find out he's pretty toxic. As you become familiar with his family you find out that he gets his misogynistic abusive behavior from his father who's also an alcoholic. His mother is never really there mentally or physically. It's almost like she's given up and also chooses to indulge in alcohol. Not he also has a younger brother named Leehan. Leehan and you are either the same age or you're a year older than him right?. Leehan is completely different from his older brother (your bf) and his parents. Instead he's pretty shy and keeps to himself, he has a close group of friends he's usually hanging out with or he's found in his room. Due to his soft nature he is typical the target of most of the family's verbal and physical abuse. You being extremely nice to Leehan and actually finding a liking to each other it was no matter of time that you two actually end up forming a close bond with each other! You find yourself talking to him often and hanging out in his room when your bf isn't home. Leehan absolutely hates how his brother treats you, he finds it disgusting that his brother is so much like their father and that he treats such a kind and pure angel like you so shitty. One night when your bf and everyone is away but Leehan you find yourself hanging out with him. It actually ends up leading to a little more than just you two hanging out. Leehan ends up gaining actual feelings for you and you the same.

Your scandalous relationship with Leehan continues under the radar. It wasn't until one night a huge fight broke out and you stood up for Leehan. That's when it clicks that you may or may not have been cheating on your abusive boyfriend with his brother. And let's just say that your bf did not like causing a physical altercation to play out. Leehan protects you and causing him and his brother to get into a very violent and very messy fight.

And let's just say Leehan ends up getting kicked out...and you may have followed him and you both now live together.

Or maybe he leaves, leaving you behind with your abusive bf ... It's not until in the future when you've finally left your abusive boyfriend and have somewhat healed from those years that you end up bumping into Leehan in the big city. Leehan feels extremely guilty for leaving you, but you don't blame him. Instead you're glad he left because he needed to protect and take care of himself. You two make up and realized your feelings for each other died out...

Or maybe this ends up with a Leehan Yandere route-

#boynextdoor reactions #boynextdoor hard thoughts #boynextdoor leehan #boynextdoor leehan imagines #leehan x reader #leehan yandere #boynextdoor yandere

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lickmeleclerc · 2 years

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hiii, i recently started following you and only started watching f1 a few weeks ago. I saw in one of your new posts you answered someone talking about charles dating Charlotte whose an influencer but you also mentioned his ex?? did something bad happen?

hi bestie welcome lol!!! i hope you’ve been enjoying it so far unless you’re Ferrari fan then L in the chat for us lol!!! okay tea below the cut i think i got everything. also all of the asks are tagged with #tea time 🫖 and you can scroll through & see it all!!

Recap:

Giada was Charles’ gf for 4 years (met through school) she was still with him when he got signed for Ferrari (2016) Giada’s friend (speculation of if they were friends or best friends still going on) was Charlotte. They did hang out a bit and were always on each others Insta stories but not consecutively but they did portray online as very close. Also Giada was very close with all the Leclerc family, she would attend holidays/hang with his brothers/ and was close with his mom (or got along with her well)

Then one day Giada posted on insta “Charles broke up with me to focus on his Ferrari career” on Instagram.

TWO WEEKS later Charlotte & Charles become insta official!!! so there’s speculation of cheating either physically or emotionally. So Giada looses a best friend and her boyfriend. And clearly the reasoning Charles gave Giada was not the truth because if he had to focus on his career then why get a new gf two weeks later & why is it one of her friends??? There’s speculation Charles maybe cannot be single [x] this tik Tok is his birth chart break down (if you’re into that) but it basically says “he will be a bachelor for a long time” but that can present in different ways so my take is he needs someone like a gf but doesn’t need to be all in, just a space filler if you will. Also no hate to Charles he’s literally my love. Also now when Charlotte goes on holidays with the families the pap pictures (which people believe Charlotte calls the paps or they both do lol to get photos together) but the photos always look awk & like Charlotte isn’t close with the family like Giada was.

Now Charlotte tea:

She has scammed people by selling alliexpress (a knock of online store) jewelry sets at real jewelry prices. She currently has her Etsy shop back up & reviews continue to say “items not like pictured”

She also will post ads & promotes herself right when Charles wins races so she has the most opportunity for reach & views. Exhibit A There is also a theory she’s a tax evader lol cause her father works for (may own not for sure) hotels//casinos in Monte Carlo which happens to be a place many wealthy people can get away with tax evasion but that’s her family so she may not be the one doing it lol.

And lastly TW!Weight talk TW!food Charlotte has also upset many of her followers (she also has a large amount of young gals following her) about the way she talks about “all the weight I’ve lost” or sharing a “what I eat in a day” that shows unhealthy eating habits. Nothing is wrong with posting these things or speaking about weight loss but the way she goes about it has the connotation of being better because of the changes not about being healthy.

Giada update/tea:

I’ve recently found out Giada has interesting (to say the least) family members (Her cousin) have been described as hateful and have said things publicly that they should have not. [X] here is a link to an old ask where someone explains it all perfectly!! Also she now has a new boyfriend they seem very happy together BUT he follows Charles & Charlotte on Insta & it is speculated they have had to be in the same room with Charles and Charlotte at hang outs (oh to be a fly on the wall for that lol) Giada has also been accused or speculated for having misogynistic views.

In conclusion:

There has also been issues with Charlotte copying if you will multiple things about Giada. Like similar dresses for events & such. But people say it’s become they have the same stylist or now Charlotte has Giada old stylist (Giada left, Charlotte right)

Tik toks w/ photos of Giada/Charlotte/Charles :

[X]

[X] this one is my fav Charlotte meme lol

#answered #tea time 🫖#Charlotte sine #Charles leclerc #giada gianni #drama tw

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spanishskulduggery · 2 years

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I'm looking for age appropriate inclusive vocabulary for my high school classroom. We talk about families and romantic relationships and many of my sources are, shall we say, more "traditional." Any thoughts on vocabulary I can include?

In many family situations, the vocabulary is extremely binary. You'll often find that masculine plural is the default for groups.... like los padres "parents", los hijos "children", and los

el padre = father el papá = dad, father papi = daddy

la madre = mother la mamá = mom, mother mami = mommy

los padres = parents [depending on context, los padres could be "fathers" as in two dads, or las madres "mothers" as in "two mothers"; in general Spanish this also shows up when discussing "fathers" and "mothers" but not necessarily same-sex couples]

el padrastro = stepfather

la madrastra = stepmother

You also sometimes see it shortened to pá and má for "dad" and "mom"

el hijo = son

la hija = daughter

los hijos = children / sons

las hijas = daughters

el hermano = brother

la hermana = sister

mayor = elder, older hermano mayor = older/elder brother hermana mayor = older/elder sister

menor = younger hermano menor = younger brother hermana menor = younger brother

hijo/a único/a = only child

los hermanos = siblings / brothers

las hermanas = sisters

el hermanastro = stepbrother

la hermanastra = stepsister

adoptado/a = adopted

biológico/a = biological de sangre = blood-related [lit. "of/by blood"]

Also be aware that "half-brother" and "half-sister" are frequently either medio hermano / media hermana... or sometimes it gets used as hermanastro/a even though that's typically "stepsibling"; the idea behind the -astro/a endings is that they imply you're related, but not fully by blood so there is some overlap in places

Often the younger siblings are called hermanito or hermanita but it can just be a term of endearment like "bro" and "sis"

el abuelo = grandfather

la abuela = grandmother

los abuelos = grandparents

el nieto = grandson

la nieta = granddaughter

los nietos = grandchildren

el bisabuelo = great-grandfather

la bisabuela = great-grandmother

el bisnieto = great grandson

la bisnieta = great granddaughter

el tío = uncle

la tía = aunt

el primo = cousin (m)

la prima = cousin (f)

el sobrino = nephew

la sobrina = niece

el tío abuelo = great uncle

la tía abuela = great aunt

Also, tatarabuelo/a is "great-great-grandparent"... and you sometimes see a tátara (or sometimes ta) added over and over again for "great-great-great" etc.

The bis- implies "two times" or "twice down/away", and tátara means "carried over"

You will also see people say abuelito or abuelita for "granddad" or "grandma" / "granny" / "nana" etc etc. The diminutives are used to show affection

And depending on where you are you might see titi or tita for "auntie" and tito for "uncle" in affectionate terms

el amigo = friend [m]

la amiga = friend [f]

el novio = boyfriend / groom (in a wedding) / newlywed [m]

la novia = girlfriend / bride (in a wedding) / newlywed [f]

el esposo = spouse / husband

la esposa = spouse / wife

el marido = husband

la mujer = wife [lit. "woman"; not a sexist thing to say mi mujer "my wife", it's super common and doesn't read as misogynistic]

el / la ex = ex el ex-marido / ex marido = ex-husband la ex-mujer / ex mujer = ex-wife

el padrino = godfather

la madrina = godmother

el compadre = a man's best male friend [lit. "co-father"; it can be "my bro" kind of vibe, or it can just be a trusted male friend who is possibly the godfather]

la comadre = a woman's best female friend [lit. "co-mother"; it can be just "friend" or "girlfriend" in English, but it's often implied to be a very close female friend and possibly a godmother]

el suegro = father-in-law

la suegra = mother-in-law

el yerno = son-in-law

la nuera = daughter-in-law

casado/a = married casar(se) = to marry, to get married recién casado/a, los recién casados = newlywed, just married

divorciado/a = divorced divorciar(se) = to divorce, to get divorced

Again, very standard things. I will say that novio/a is sometimes other things in certain countries. I believe in some countries in South America "boyfriend/girlfriend" can be pololo/a but standard Spanish understands novio/a... it's just that novio/a has different translations in English depending on if it's just someone you're dating vs. you're actually at the wedding

Additional Vocab:

familiar = related to the family, "family" but an adjective

los familiares = family members

los parientes = relatives

la familia política = in-laws [family connected by marriage, not by blood]

In particular be aware of político/a because it comes out as "by marriage"... as an example un tío político means "uncle by marriage"

Some people will say mi hijo político as another word for yerno aka "son-in-law"; and some people would just say hijo "son"

Note: For relationships, the most gender-neutral term is la pareja "partner"; literally it means "pair" but it's unisex and not specifically same-sex. You do see people say es mi pareja "he/she is my partner" among heterosexual couples too, and it functions the same as novio/a

But be aware that la pareja can also be "couple" or "pair" when talking about two people together

I don't know how inclusive you can really be in terms of gendered language in some of these cases; standard Spanish will tell you that the plural masculine is inclusive

In some circles, people have begun to use the -e suffix for gender-neural or non-binary; so like hermane in that context would read as a gender neutral "sibling"...... but in common practice you'd say hermanos o hermanas "brothers or sisters"

You're likely to see more use of -e going forward in Spanish, but traditional Spanish adheres more towards the binary

The E is more common among the younger generation and online communities and in the queer community at large; in the US people may use X or Latinx but despite its origin being Latin America, people from Latin America see Latinx as largely a US-Hispanic-American thing and not representing them; there has been some push to use latines instead... also because for whatever reason the X doesn't do well in text to speech programs so "Latinx" isn't always accessible for certain populations

But the idea is still executed easily. Still, it's not so mainstream yet, the language authorities tend to go slowly on this so I would assume it'll be a few years before it's even recognized... so I can't say it's going to be accepted everywhere as standard Spanish

#Spanish #language #languages #vocabulary #spanish vocabulary #asks

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mokkkki · 2 months

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SWTE A1 C14 - 5 Winners, 2 Losers

He knows that this is the right decision because Remus told him it was, he knows that this is the right decision because his father told him it was; the two people that love him most in this universe encouraging him to stop running from his destiny has all but ensured that he would rather die at the hands of the storm than seek shelter.

Welcome to another Winners and Losers, this time of Chapter 14, also known as the beginning of the end of Act I. Sirius is preparing to secure his legacy, Narcissa is preparing to sabotage it, and as usual, Regulus is several steps ahead, hellbent on stopping plans that haven't been made yet. As I am sure you are all aware, or at least, will be aware when Chapter 15 comes out, in this chapter there are so many moving pieces that it's almost impossible to categorize the true winners and losers, especially because they're all sitting on secrets that will become clear in time, so this categorization is dependent, not on what the characters know and are doing behind the scenes, but how they APPEAR in this chapter. If that makes sense? I swear I'm not trying to be pseudointellectual douche with my self-indulgent fic!!

Anyways, without further ado, here are our 5 winners and 2 losers from "Diamonds I"! Spoilers below the cut.

Winner: Bellatrix Black

Organized a kickass gala? Check. Served absolute cvnt with her outfit? Check. Stayed out of drama like an unproblematic queen? Check!

Winner: Narcissa Black (soon to be Malfoy!)

Probably the biggest winner of this chapter to be completely transparent. I'm sure we're all aware of how misogynistic Orion is by now to recognize just how big of an advantage getting married gives Narcissa (recognizing, of course, that Sirius' wife and kids are not "up to par" and that the same applies to Regulus, minus the wife part). Congratulations to our Ice Queen for always self-preserving! Can't wait to see why she really married Lucius!

Winner: Sirius Black

He has his father and his crazy werewolf boyfriend completely supporting his quest for kingdom. Meanwhile, Marlene remains a beacon of unconditional support, which he will really really need soon enough! Also, he lowkey kind of owned Regulus. Like absolutely destroyed him. And Lucius, too. Problematic king! Let's hope it all doesn't get ripped away from him like we all know it will be!

Winner, thinks he's a loser, is a paranoid, prejudiced, abusive, narcissistic dystopian chauvinist and I hate him: Orion Black

Yeah, okay, his favorite niece got engaged and he's preparing to give away the company and the gala is going well and the BECNY probably raised hundreds of millions- whatever. Do I really have to talk about him? Like, I'm sure we all hate him, right? We'd rather move on to better characters?

Winner: Lucius Malfoy

Speaking of better characters: Lucius! The Ken (affectionate) (slightly derogatory) to Narcissa's Barbie. Sure, Sirius spelled him to injury, but he can handle it- he is about to marry into one of the most prestigious wizarding families ever, and his outfit was absolutely incredible. If I was an artist, I would so draw his little pink suit. He's kind of my favorite ICL.

Loser: Regulus Black

So, his outfit kind of devoured, but he's being iced out by his cousins, and his brother laughed in his face. He says he's preparing to destroy their father, but historically, how have Orion's enemies fared? He's David trying to beat Goliath- without the slingshot. If he's true to his word and determined to "get" Orion, it's going to be a long, difficult, and devastating road.

Loser: Marlene McKinnon

Not much to say here except for the fact that sure, she looked beautiful, but she just seemed to be constantly sidelined by Sirius. I wonder how long her patience can last, I guess?

read chapter 14 here!

#winners and losers #winners and losers act 1 #swte #fanfic #jegulus #wolfstar #regulus black #sirius black #narcissa black #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #orion black #marlene mckinnon #bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange

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Soldier Boy & Reader

Having Soldier Boy as your father is both weird and fucked up at the same time

Imagine having an identity crisis at the prime of your life at the top of society only to find out that it was all a lie and now not only is he psychotic, he’s your brother that secretly whacks off to you and probably killed your “then” boyfriend Black Noir and your learning who your father is

It’s Soldier Boy. Now one would imagine at first glance that not only is having Soldier Boy as your father as a “win” given his status during his time and in some way you should be “happy” because now your learning who you real father is but he’s a justice, seeking war hero that fought the Nazis and stormed Normandy.

WRONG. Also he “probably” (did) fucked a Nazi and that was Stormfront which is a whole debacle that we’ll get into later.

The bitter truth is that the story behind Soldier Boy is also a lie, he is in fact an abusive, alcoholic, misogynistic, drug addict, with debilitating daddy issues and an unconfirmed racist that was probably drugged by Bill Cosby.

Wow. 😬.

How SB is with you is weirdly fucked up.

When he’s drunk he forgets that he’s your daughter, in all fairness he didn’t even know he has a daughter and he was in a Russia for decades, and after he learns this he does this weird face where he’s confused and the disgust of his drunken behavior makes him wanna puke.

He does in fact puke…more like pukes, sharts his pants and passes out.

But after a coke and milk, Soldier Boy isn’t an idiot (well at least not totally) he slowly begins to realize that in a way your his karma. He reflects on his past behavior with women and realizes that all the suffering your experiencing is the consequence of his lecherous, sexist behavior. Even more so when he learns that you were manipulated into having sex with your brother. Too bad he won’t admit that.

Even more so when he confesses this too Hugie and Hugie attempts to hug him as a form of comfort.

He ended up getting punched in the face and called a pussy.

When he’s around you he keeps you at arm’s length because he doesn’t really know how to approach you. Your the exact opposite of him, you didn’t greedily soak up the love and adoration the public gave you nor did you let it go to your head. Your honest in your desire to use your powers for good and seeing the demise of your innocence even invokes sympathy in a guy like him.

Too bad he’s not be open with his feelings.

He’s more of a guard dog that seems to be one of the few people on your side in fact he’s the one that stands in the way of Butcher using you as tool to kill Homelander.

Your one weakness being your own powers, the more you use the more strain it puts on your body making you a ticking time bomb.

As you and SB grow more accustomed to one another you see SB in a much different light compared to the others, you view his lecherous, debauchery actually far more honest then most men in your life.

Being around SB you learn that he’s pretty “expressive” i.e. telling Hugie to gargle his ballsack and sucker punching him in the nose. So basically what you see is what you get and in a way it’s a relief for you.

So when Starlight tells you the truth of you and Homelander’s true relationship and that every aspect of your life was based off a lie. Everything comes crashing down and your reality begins too shift.

Imagine female rage but make it nuclear ☢️

Your powers go off and it’s difficult for you to control thus endangering of those around you but the only person who’s able to withstand that is none other than SB himself.

To make things short and sweet he endures the laser beams and the super strength to talk you down which leads to a tearful yet awkward (mainly for him) embrace and it was in that moment your cohabitation becomes a bond.

@lovelyladyabsinthewrites I got another one for ya!

#homelander fanfiction #soldier boy #incest implications #homelander x reader #the boys #billy butcher

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Censoring terfs vigorously is counterproductive and has led to more and more girls and women actually becoming terfs. Terfs are Feminists and it should have been obvious to anyone that censoring any Feminist ideology will eventually censor Feminism.

That's exactly what's happening now. When people accuse you of being a terf simply because you talk about women's issues, what are you going to do?

When young women like me who have been so sick of the constant vitriol, violence, and oppression against women go to feminist spaces and most of the people who actually talk about women and our issues and centre women are terfs, what do you think we are going to do?

If the only two options I have are interacting with terfs and being silent about women's issues, you can bet I am not going to choose the latter.

If you don't want to give terfs a platform, talk about women's issues more so the Feminism tags aren't just filled with terf posts. Talk about all women and not just women of colour or trans women but white women too. I say this as an Iranian woman.

Do it properly. Centre women in your activism. STOP BEING MISOGYNISTS. Recognise misogyny as an issue in its own right and take misogyny as seriously as you take racism, homophobia, and transphobia.

Know that white women are as oppressed as any minority because of misogyny being a genuine and very serious axis of oppression independent of any other one. It interesects with others just like racism, transphobia, or homophobia, but like them, it's also independent of whatever it intersects with.

Pretending white women are not as oppressed as men of colour or gay men is saying misogyny isn't as serious as racism or homophobia which is not true. Oppression Olympics are bad, but this is a problem in leftist spheres that needs to be addressed.

True Feminism is naturally intersectional because non-white women, trans women, gay women, disabled women, poor women are women too. Feminism is for female liberation. Intersectional Feminism is now a dog whistle for only talking about women's issues when other forms of oppression are also concerned.

That isn't intersectionality because it ignores misogyny as a true form of oppression in its own right.

Do not all-lives-matter Feminism. No, Feminism isn't for men because men are not oppressed for being men. Sometimes misogyny backfires on them, like all irrational ideologies which have holes, but that doesn't mean men are oppressed just because they are laughed at for wearing clothes that only us stupid, dumb, subhuman women should wear.

Understand that a unique aspect of female oppression that it's systematically perpetuated not just by the government but our own fathers, brother, boyfriends, and husbands through all the inescapable socialisation. We live with these people. It's perpetuated by the men in our ethnic communities as well.

Women are systematically oppressed by the very people we love who claim to love us, as well as the government.

Even if there laws to protect women in some Northern European countries, statistics are clear about the fact that they are not enforced properly. True liberation starts with equal distribution of power for men and women which doesn't exist in any place. When men hold most of the power, even there are laws, who do you think is going to enforce them?

Equal distribution of power is also only the first step because of how deeply rooted misogyny is in every aspect of life from education to healthcare to the very language we speak. Even if one country in the world has almost as many women in power as there are men, what about the milleniums of socialisation that is at the root of misogyny?

Laws don't come out of nowhere. People make them according to what they think and if what they think remains the same, no law is going to stop misogyny.

I know people are going to say women perpetuate misogyny too and I agree with you. It is the divide and rule principle. It happens not only to women but to every oppressed class.

Only, when women do it, a big part of it is that women have to depend on the people who oppress us in every aspect of life, not just the professional or the legal. We either love them or we are forced to financially depend on them, and that means that many women sacrifice their own rights for that.

The women who perpetuate misogyny are targets of misogyny themselves unlike the men who perpetuate it, so let's start with never blaming women for our own oppression.

No woman benefits from misogyny even if she is more accepted by the oppressor class for perpetuating it and thus, given some scraps of their power for as long as she complies.

Yes, I reblog from terfs. The reason I reblog from them is because they're the only ones who even talk about women's issues anymore. Most of the posts in all Feminism tags are from terfs and when I post about Feminism, it's mostly terfs who interact. So, I talk to them. I agree with much of their ideology and I also disagree with much of it.

I especially dislike their transphobia and wish they would see that trans people are not the problem and targeting them only distracts them from focusing on the real problem. Both Feminists and trans people have one enemy and infighting only empowers our enemy.

Yet, I talk to them and share their posts. It's called being a multifaceted and nuanced person instead of being a robot who goes by everything they're fed. I am not sorry that I think for myself.

As for the hate crimes against trans people, they have little to do with terfs. Statistically, the men who kill trans people hate terfs just as much. We have one enemy and it's not terfs or trans people. Terfs are ultimately Feminist women and a vast majority of them are bisexual and lesbian.

Yes, they're transphobic and that should be criticised but that's not any different from non white people who are misogynistic or trans people who are racist. Do we censor them as well and make blocklists for them? Do we also censor everyone for just talking to them?

Just because terfs happen to be women, people suddenly act as if they actually hold the power to harm anyone. People forget women are oppressed and don't hold any real power in any way.

That's the entire problem with current leftist activism: the exclusion of women.

#feminism #social justice #misogyny #transphobia #lgbtq #lgbt #lgbtqia #sexism #homophobia #trans women are women #women's rights are human rights #racism #intersectional activism #intersectional social justice #intersectionality

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summary: you come from a polished home, and an even more polished family. armin makes an impression during tea time.

tags: established relationship, family fic, toxic family dynamics, age gap (armin is in his early 20s, reader is almost 30), misogynistic comments, a lil hurt/comfort, fluffy fluff at the end, stylized lowercase

wc: 1.7k

note: this started out as something completely different and sat in my drafts for ages so..... i reworked it ((: hope you enjoy my lovelies xoxo

part of my welcome to the family series

✨ masterlist & tip jar ✨

you had a way of making armin feel like a man.

clutching the crook of his elbow as you walked together; searching to hold his gaze after large claps of thunder; calling him late at night to soothe your anxieties after hearing some mysterious noises in the deep dark of your rather empty home.

you made him feel more than wanted, you made him feel needed. made him feel strong, important, chivalrous.

but for a few fleeting moments, adjusting himself in the confines of a plastic-lined armchair, armin felt juvenile. simply a boy, nervously twitching away under scrutinizing eyes that didn't include your own honeyed gaze.

the sound of ceramic clacking together broke the seal of quiet. "so, you're a waiter." the suck of teeth, a small chuckle.

and armin stiffened. his back was ramrod straight, afraid that if he wrinkled the plastic any further he'd simply be disintegrated on the spot, those laser-like stares hard on his generally soft person. "while i finish school, yes." he replied, hashing out simple words and holding the bite.

before him, perched along a similarly wrapped loveseat, your parents sat with a considerable distance between them. your mother's leg was crossed delicately over her knee. she arched a finely plucked brow. "school? what are you studying?"

before armin could reply for himself, yet another chuckle sounded from against the bookshelf-lined wall opposite of him.

"i'm sure it's something very useful and productive, like philosophy," clad in a suit a size or two too big for him, your brother fiddled with some little cherub trinket that laid among the droves of untouched literature. armin watched his profile for a moment, eyeing the smirk that played over his features.

the blonde released a sound, something between a sigh and a chuckle. this was the longest bathroom break in the history of bathroom breaks. normally, he'd be fine socializing without you at his side, but this felt more like a bleach scented interrogation, tinged with distaste over everyone's tongues.

"library science, actually. i've always loved books, ever since i was young." he could have asked your brother about the decaying law firm he had opened up and subsequently abandoned after a few messy dui charges landed him in a fit of hot water, but he didn't. armin knew just how messy this eerily prim herd of a family was, under carefully folded wraps. he was dating the black sheep, after all.

and your brother returned the cherub to a shelf it didn't originate from, turning his back to armin without a reply. his mother, your mother, took the helm of conversation once more. "a librarian? how interesting. do you enjoy working with the less fortunate?"

"mom," a savior in glowing light, a beacon, an angel -- you descended upon them with feverish taps of your shoes against the polished wood, looking unamused under your meticulous makeup. armin's face perked up, his eyes training to you as soon as your body passed the threshold into this stuffy powder room he found himself trapped in.

"easy, darling, your mother's just curious." a baritone armin was not prepared for dripped into the space between you all. your father, wrapped up in a rather crisp looking sweater, uttered his first words of the evening, leaving your eyes rolling to the back of your head. it took only a few seconds for you to rejoin your clammy boyfriend, poised on the arm of his chair like some trophy wife. your parents watched with tight expressions as you combed a delicate hand through armins golden strands. "i must admit, i'm also curious, but not much about public libraries," your father cleared his throat, blinking through thin rimmed glasses at the object of your affections, "how old are you, armin? being a college student slash waiter and all."

you shot him your best even-eyed stare, one that went unheeded as armin coughed beside you. "he's a few years younger than me." you said, short and curt. as your parents glanced across that wide expanse between them, your brother chortled away.

"robbing the cradle are we?" he mused. "just as well," your mother chirped, smiling at her son behind her, "you can train them better that way!" despite the underlying playfulness in her tone, you still sat still, unamused. armin shuffled again in the hot seat of the evening and watched you throw your family a look of disgust. "he's twenty-two. i'm only twenty-nine." your body felt much too rigid perched on what should've been a throne, but ended up more like a bed of needles.

but your brother held his hands up, looking defensive as he moseyed over to the back of your parents loveseat. "i don't blame you! that clock is ticking--"

"clock? you can't be serious." you gaped.

"you can't argue with science. and once the factory shuts down, what's left?" he turned those hands into kitten paws, clawing at the air and feigning a pout. "cat lady."

"okay, we're leaving." armin stood, offering an eerily squeaky clean smile to the three gawping at him. you faced him in a look of awe. but he only offered you an arm, extending his other toward the rather ornate front door wrapped in silver accents. "are you ready, angel?" voice smooth, tone so even you could glide on it, you watched armin with eyes the size of moons.

the car ride to your home was quiet, deafeningly so. words tipped themselves over in your mouth, stumbling and messy and incoherent enough that you had to work to keep your lips shut, try your hardest to keep any nonsense from spilling out. armin held your thigh. his hand was warm, soft, as always, and so incredibly loud with unspoken affections. he fanned his thumb over your flesh in soothing semicircles, his other hand remained tight on the wheel and cerulean eyes stayed steady under passing lamp heads.

you dripped with embarrassment bordering on grief. one could only imagine what had been said when you weren't present, but the exchange you were privy to burned a nasty little hole in your brain, sour like cigarettes.

not a word was spoken until armin pulled into your empty driveway.

"i'm so sorry."

"are you alright?"

your mouths fell shut just as synchronized as when they'd opened. armin, so gentle the way he always had been with you, offered your leg a squeeze. he searched your eyes much like he did when you were first getting to know each other over steaming coffees and the smell of old book glue. "you don't need to be sorry. i just want to know if you're okay."

a breath you didn't know you were holding leaked from your nose as you drew your lips tight. they quivered anyway, despite your best efforts.

"oh, baby," if there were a collected sort of panic, armin embodied it in that moment -- he deftly unbuckled your seatbelt and made his way around the car to retrieve you from the seat you began to puddle in. hot, prickly tears gathered across your waterline as he, in turn, gathered you in his arms.

armin smelled nice. he smelled like clean clothes and something warm, like vanilla. he smelled familiar and kind and so, so comforting.

you allowed him to hold you in the relative darkness of your driveway, let him pet fingers across the back of your neck, careful not to mess your hair.

"i'm sorry. i knew they'd be awful, and i took you there anyway," you hiccuped into his shoulder, cringing away from the little wet patch that quickly formed under you. "i just... i love you, so much. i'm so proud of you. i just wanted them to be proud of me, of us."

"sweetheart," armin smoothed into your ear, tucking you even further into his torso, "i love you, too. more than anything. that's why i couldn't just sit there and let them talk to you like that. i'm sorry if i upset you," he began to sway, taking you with him in a little lazy, unpracticed waltz.

your hands gripped at the back of his dress shirt, the one he wore just for the night at hand. "you didn't upset me. i'm sorry my family is so..."

"esteemed?"

"i was gonna say snobby, but, sure." you giggled weakly. "let's go with that."

and armin, in all his golden glory, pulled away just enough to swipe the fat globs of salty tears that trickled down your warmed cheeks. he offered a grin and kissed your forehead. "c'mon, let's get inside. i think we both earned a little desert."

obediently, you trailed behind him as he let himself into your home with the extra key you gave him. "y'know, for being such a sweet young thing, you sure sound like an old man sometimes."

the blonde scoffed. "some would say i'm wise beyond my years." but in your doorway, he caught you with a hand on your lower back, dipping you down in a backward curve to pepper kisses over your face. "i don't think such a refined young woman like yourself would go for just any naive college boy."

"alright, alright," came out amid a fit of giggles, "get me some ice cream before i crumble to dust in your arms."

"yes, ma'am. anything for you."

armin felt most like a man when he could take care of you. maybe he couldn't financially -- not yet, anyway, and not like you needed it -- but he marveled at the way you'd melt into his hold, relax into his soft words, make a home in his presence. that's all he wanted for you, for you both. he wanted to be the man you wanted. and as you gazed at him over matching bowls of ice cream, glowing under the dimmed kitchen lighting, he never felt more at ease.

#attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #armin arlert #armin x reader

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