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Writing has been hit and miss, but I have been able to actually work on all 3 fics a little bit. As it has been so long since I've shared some writing, y'all can get a little bit of all of them. đ Completely unedited, none of them are ready to go. Still never sticking the one line.
Afflicted - Chapter 3
Jacob was intimidating as she kneeled, pretending to focus on her bike, refusing to make eye contact. The gravel bit into her skin, but she hardly felt it. "Looks like you were wrong, girl," his voice made the hair on her arms stand up. Harley scowled.
"Wrong about what?"
She could hear the smirk. "You couldn't help it. Couldn't help yourself. Told me you wouldn't be seeing me again and here you are. Practically offering yourself on a silver platter."
Parenesis - Chapter 2
She jumped as the bathroom door swung open hard, hitting the wall loudly. "Hey-"
Derek was furious. She shut her mouth instantly. He never got angry like this. She didn't realize she had retreated until her back hit the sink.
"If you ever undermine me in front of clients again, Angie," his finger was in her face, "we will have problems. You will not talk to me like that again."
And just like that, he was gone again. Evangeline swallowed, determined not to cry as the door shut slowly. She stared at the wall, noticing a dent where the door handle had hit it.
Untitled(shared) Johnny WIP - Chapter 2
The smile on Mother's face was unsettling. He squirmed at the table, uncomfortable, unsure what to say, but not daring to look away. His father cleared his throat. He felt his face get hot.
"We will not hear any more talk of before. You will do as we say. This is your home now. You will follow our rules, or there will be consequences." he nodded, blinking rapidly. The smile on her face got wider.
"We saved you, John. You will be grateful. Do you understand?"
He nodded again. Her hand was cold as her fingers wrapped around his wrist firmly. "No. Do you understand, John?"
"Yes."
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let me see you stripped down to the boneâŠ
- stripped by depeche mode
congratulations! youâve been hired as homelanderâs entire glam squad! what an opportunity! now letâs try real hard not to let the fumes get to you, okay?
pairing : homelander/afab reader
word count : 5.6k
warnings : homelander in and of himself, toxic workplace environment, something akin to stockholm syndrome, fingering, smut. 18+, mdni
special thanks to @blindmagdalena @sehtoast @homeb0ys and @clockworkzeppelin for letting me scream at you about this!
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Homelander is an asshole.
That doesnât bother you much. Youâve dealt with plenty in this field, which means youâve learned how to make life easier for all parties. That particular learning curve includes when to stand out and blend in, at times concurrently depending on what variety of asshole they happen to be.
As a whole, the makeup artists and hairstylists at Vought take care of The Seven and go where theyâre needed. And as a cosmetologist, you were hired to provide both services for Homelander and Homelander only, which you consider to be one of the most prestigious stamps one could add to their professional passport.
Before you became official, you were colorfully threatened by a Ms. Ashley Barrett, who, after the fact, had no qualms throwing you into the lionâs den to figure your own shit out.
In no uncertain terms were you told that if you fucked any part of this up, your sparkling resume would look best as something to sit her smooth, bare ass on while getting fucked on top of her desk. No lube or protection. It would then be tossed exactly like her salad.
Not an image you could have ever predicted crossing your mind. Honestly, you should have stopped her right there and walked your happy little ass out of her office toward pastures that might have not been greener (you were being handsomely compensated), but certainly not as toxic. While the red flags were a color you couldnât quite ignore, you were also curious about why they stood out so much more than they did regarding previous employers.
None of this is to say you live under a rock. Anyone who has access to the internet is ambushed daily by these Supesâ personal lives. Homelanderâs track record as far as choice in partners went hadnât been ideal, so you understand that made him less popular at the time. That of course has nothing to do with you or your capabilities.
You opt to wear gray-colored glasses, seeing everything with a neutral blend of black and white. As much as possible anyway.
Nevertheless, curiosity killed the cat. But hopefully not your career.
The first day was awkward to say the least. Immediately, you knew you werenât going to like your coworkers.
Glints of sympathy changed how they perceived you. A target, whether they intended for this to happen or not, was nailed to your forehead, and it made them buzz around you like avid, greedy wasps keen on seeing how rapidly the honeybee will be brutalized. You didnât much care for going cross-eyed while staring at that target whenever you crossed paths. They didnât know you, yet because of who you were working under, deemed you helpless. They didnât give you a chance to establish yourself before branding you a victim.
Why should you respect them?
Small talk wasnât entertained either, as their judgment tarnished any future encounters. They ostracized you once you showed no interest in engaging with them. That didnât disappoint you. You werenât here to make friends.
You do wonder how those before you fared: if they were jaded when they arrived or if they couldnât help but succumb to the pressures of being at the top rung of a very unstable albeit sought after ladder.
Ms. Barrett quickly introduced you to Homelander, her parting gift before leaving the two of you alone.
You werenât completely nervous in his presence. He wasnât any different to you than the other celebrities youâd worked on, except he could rip you in half like a piece of paper if he was so inclined. But heâs the hero of this countryâs story, so really, you should have nothing to worry about.
His demeanor, you noted, suggested arrogance, annoyance, and boredom. All things youâre used to. So you offered your hand to shake, which he eyed with a slightly upturned nose before grabbing, told him it was a pleasure to meet him and got straight to business.
Looking back, he was clearly expecting more out of you. Maybe not a display as excessive as getting on your knees and professing your undying love, but close enough. Somewhere in the middle, perhaps.
Part of you believes he might have also counted on fear. To you, heâs not anything or anyone unknown. Another big name in a fancy suit with impossible demands.
You were given a routine to follow and products to use. You did as you were instructed and found the process to be simple and, as Homelanderâs expression revealed, uninspiring.
While you were utilizing a face brush to apply powder, he must have decided he was done enduring your lack of enthusiasm, because he suddenly asked, âWhat are you wearing?â
You stopped for a split second, no longer than, and continued. âThe name of my clothing designer, you mean?â
He scoffed, waving his gloved hand at you, almost knocking the applicator you held to the ground. âNo, your perfume. What are the top notes?â
You laughed and that seemed to confuse him. âWhy, you want a bottle?â
âI donât like it.â He sniffed sharply and cleared his throat. âSmells like you should be on the corner selling your used body parts.â
Ding ding ding. Alarm bells and red flags galore. You enjoy a challenge, however, and are a bit of a masochist, so you persevere.
âWell, what doesnât smell like a cheap hooker to you? Iâll start wearing that instead.â
He cocked a brow, studying you. Trying to figure out if you were being serious or mocking him.
âItâs your first day.â A warning. âAre you on your best behavior, or can you do better?â He leaned forward in his chair, forcing you backward. âYou should be working harder to prove yourself. Prove your worth.â He sat back again and shrugged. âOr maybe you really are worth as much as that dumpster juice you doused yourself in.â
At this point, he more than likely envisioned your happy little ass getting offended and storming out of the room. Breaking down, sobbing. Questioning why he was being so rude. One of those or, better yet, a nifty combination.
Youâve heard worse, unfortunately for him. Not always directed at you, but that doesnât matter. You can handle it.
âYouâre absolutely right,â you stated calmly, folding your arms across your chest. He looked at you with pretentious, petulant intrigue. âIt is my first day, and I want to make a good impression. Which is why Iâm asking you what you would like me to wear so I can continue to keep that good impression intact and, as our professional relationship develops, stay on top of it.â
Homelanderâs mouth twitched. He sighed deeply and slouched in his seat, staring at the wall to the left of him. Then he deigned to cast his gaze back at you, resting his cheek on his index and middle finger. He tapped the arm rest with his other hand.
âUgh, fine. Whatever.â A pause followed that lasted longer than necessary. Were you meant to guess? âJust wear something, I dunno, less. If you would have done your homework like a good little peon, youâd know I have super senses. Highly developed. Can you even imagine what that entails?â
Finally, he freed the canvas you were nearly finished with, and you flicked the soft bristles across the bridge of his nose. You smiled, more to yourself than him.
Felt rather on the nose, as the saying goes.
He didnât comment on your grin. You didnât give him time to. But he did huff like you were being obtuse on purpose.
âI can try. And my imagination is giving me some less-than-ideal scenarios,â you replied. Another pause. At least he was letting you do your job again.
You donât know what compelled you to keep going, but something about his lack of a real answer made you carry on. âDo you have a favorite flower or baked good? Maybe a spice?â
Homelander almost glared up at you. You say almost because, for whatever reason, it didnât seem like he was directing that harshness at you, though former words and actions proved otherwise. Something inside, perhaps. Or outside of this enclosed space.
âI already told you what to wear. Donât make me repeat myself.â
You took the hint and remained quiet the rest of your session. Soon, you were done.
As you were packing and tidying up your station, he took it upon himself to stand behind you. He lingered over your shoulder, watching the scene play out like he was director and star and you were barely an ant on the sidewalk he acknowledged before squashing.
The heat radiating off of him was impossible to dismiss, a wall of it barricading your backside. He clasped his fingers underneath his cape and inched closer. You thought he was as close to you as he could get without touching you. He was that warm.
When you glanced up, he was staring at you through the mirror. As absurd as it was, you managed to get chills. Goosebumps broke the surface of your skin.
âFresh chocolate chip cookies. Straight out of the oven. Like mom used to make.â He flashed an unnerving smile before turning to exit.
From there on out, even after you bent to his will and found a gourmand scent that matched what he described, Homelander tested you. Your work ethic, clothing choice, eating habits, and most of all, patience.
Your parents would ask how you were liking your job, how it was working alongside the Supes- not to mention the most famous of all- and youâd lie through your teeth. You felt you had no choice, Ashleyâs threat ringing in your ears.
Resume, bare ass, tossed salad...
Oh yeah, itâs going great! Theyâre all super flexible. I couldnât be happier!
At least that pun made you feel a little better about hiding the shame of what youâve allowed yourself to take on.
This was all in the first few weeks. It started to get a little easier after that, which is surprising considering more was added to your to-do list.
You should have moved on before starting. But, for whatever asinine reason, you didnât.
Every time you go back to your apartment and assess your appearance in the bathroom mirror, you wonder whoâs making who up here. Heâs changing your looks more than you are his. Youâre like his human doll.
Youâve put up with a lot over the years, but this takes the cake and shoves it in your face. As fucked as it is, the flavor is growing on you. Like a fungus. Growing, nonetheless.
You canât stop thinking about him.
Itâs innocent enough, you try convincing yourself. Making sure you have the right outfit laid out the night before, the right lunch (no onions or fish or anything âfreakyâ!), etc. He is your superior, after all. You shouldnât be viewing him in any other light.
Heâs the most frustrating aspect of your existence these days, but heâs also the one youâre around the most. His penchant for workplace gossip and how unintentionally funny he is tends to make him palatable, which has regrettably become an understatement.
Months go by. Youâve witnessed how alone he truly is. How he has nothing outside of performing his tricks on Voughtâs all-encompassing stage. And when he begins asking for your input, starts doing things for you that are so blatant itâs perplexing, you find your stress and vexation melting into cumbersome fascination.
Itâs embarrassing. You donât have the courtesy of enough time to dwell on your feelings toward the situation either, from beginning to whatever end you might be met with. You suppose that could be beneficial in the long run.
It also hits you when you least expect it; when you really donât want it to.
Your body doesnât wait until you finally have a moment alone. It decides, while youâre helping Homelander with his skincare routine that he insisted upon because you know more than these vacuous corporate douche-bags, to heat up without warning and slither from your head to your heart until it grasps you unfairly between your legs.
You try not to step into momentary paralysis. You understand to what extent his powers reach. Itâs not like he doesnât go on and on about them. About himself.
Whatever he notices, itâs not right away. A palpable tension fills the air between the two of you eventually. But it takes a more significant amount of time than you would have anticipated to permeate the natural flow of things.
Fuck, you canât even be safe inside here, where your thoughts, whatever they may be, are yours. You canât even have yourself. He has every part of you, and you are willingly relinquishing that control.
Your evening, once you can have it, consists of combing over every decision youâve made leading up to this strange, disorienting space you find yourself occupying. All it does is leave you exasperated in a much different way than before and with an unsettling observation (or hallucination):
Was that the tail end of the American flag outside your window?
You are unacceptably late.
Rushing around, you throw on the first top and bottoms you see from your closet and spritz some perfume on your neck and wrists. You donât check your phone. Youâre afraid of what will pop up on your screen. And, frankly, you donât have the time.
Your only option for transportation is the subway, as youâre sure the special vehicle from Vought is long gone. Why would they wait for someone like you, even if youâre practically Homelanderâs personal assistant? One of his only friends. You doubt he has more than Black Noir, and that isnât as perfect as it appears to the casual viewer.
You dread what kind of explosion youâre without a doubt walking into once you show your miserable ass up. Youâre going to smell like everyone on this train. Heâs going to go ballistic.
The question remains: why are you continuing to put yourself through this? Itâs not your circus, yet somehow, the monkeys have become your liability.
You know, deep down, what keeps you going back. Itâs simply too ridiculous to admit aloud.
Making your way past security, hurriedly presenting your badge, you realize you forgot to brush your teeth, or at the very least, gargle some mouthwash. You thank your lucky stars when you open your purse to a pack of gum tucked away in one of the compartments.
It will have to do.
When you open the door to Homelanderâs dressing room, you see a couple of employees standing near the counter where the bag of supplies has been opened and rifled through, looking like they might soil themselves, a frantic Ashley, and an extremely pissed off Homelander in the middle of it all.
Reflexively, you cringe. You attempt to wipe any trace from your features, but itâs too late. Ashley is glaring daggers at you and Homelander can hardly bring himself to look in your direction. The others donât matter to you. They never did.
âIâm so sorry Iâm late. I know thereâs no excuse-â
âYouâre goddamned right, thereâs no excuse! I donât give a shit if god and his whole fucking choir of angels came down from heaven and divinely called you to give them a makeover! What were you thinking?!â
Youâre about to answer, though you comprehend her query is more or less rhetorical. She interrupts your slightly open mouth while gesturing wildly, proving your point.
âOh, thatâs right! You werenât thinking at all, were you?! But I do believe youâve thought long and hard about whatâs at stake here. And you know damn well we at Vought donât tolerate this kind of sloppy behavior. Not to mention the way youâre dressed! Itâs adding insult to injury!â Her hand swipes at the air, the length of your outfit, and you glance down, recognizing how comically mismatched you are. Her correct observation affects you more than it would have months prior, stinging your ego- one of the many things thatâs been shelved in order to accommodate the person who wonât even grace you with a glance.
A dramatic groan cuts short any further commentary from the redhead, perpetually stretched thin between her absurd duties.
âJesus Christ, Ashley, why are your big fucking horse gums still flapping?â Homelanderâs booming voice slices through your mind like a jarring, dense migraine. He pinches his brow between middle finger and thumb, eyes closed. âI want you and Tweedledee and Tweedledum tâget the fuck out. Now.â
Ashley is plainly dumbfounded, struggling to see where she went wrong (a pattern when it comes to dealing with the volatile leader of The Seven), mouth agape. She shakes her head. âBut sir, are you-?â
âYou donât know what the fuck youâre talking about or doing. Clearly.â
Ms. Barrett turns a shade paler, staring at Homelander and blinking owlishly before snapping herself out of her stupor. She hurries her lackeys out of the room, shooing them along like a pair of misbehaving toddlers. She doesnât give a final look, no further warning. She merely shuts the door behind her.
You also hear it lock.
What the hell does she think is going to happen?
You should have stopped this while you had the chance. You should have never taken this job. You should have stood up for yourself and walked out. You should have you should have you should-
âWho the fuck do you think you are?â
His caustic tone sends shivers down your spine. Itâs unlike anything youâve heard come out of him. And youâve heard enough.
Again, you open your mouth. It fills with blood, thick and metallic and more potent than the mint from your gum. Youâre silenced by it.
He stalks toward you and grabs you hastily by the shoulders, swiveling you around so youâre face-to-face with the choices youâve made. Your mirrored image is reflected back at you, exhausted and searching for any last shred of who you might be beneath his heavy palms.
âLook at yourself! Do you even recognize whoâs staring back at you?â No.
âWhat kind of game are you playing, hmmm? Is this⊠humiliating spectacle youâre putting on for the money? Your pathetic career? Like itâs goddamned rocket science to pick up a can of hairspray and use it. Monkeys have hands.â He makes a noise thatâs akin to a snorting horse, exhaling forcefully past his nostrils. âI mean, did you really think you could pull a fast one on me?â He clutches your jaw, squeezing it between middle and thumb. Every muscle in your body tenses, your heart picking up rhythm.
âSpit that fucking gum out. Donât think I canât hear you grinding it between your molars like a dumb animal. You arenât a mama bird, are you? Yâdonât have cute little baby birds tâforce-feed your regurgitated leftovers, do you? Eugh, gross.â
You take a deep breath and exhale through your nose. It presents you with a false sense of security. You do as youâre told, and it lands on the floor in front of your shoe, saliva dangling on a thread as withered as your sanity.
Suddenly fresh breath seems like the most insignificant issue, when Homelander himself once made it out to be something earth-shattering.
Youâre such a fool.
He leans in and sniffs your throat. Your fingers lengthen and bend.
Youâre so many things at once. Confused, angry, nervous, scared. And, to your dismay, warm. God youâre so fucking warm. Heâs heating you up from the inside out. You clench your jaw, still held in place by a firm bind.
âGet rid of those ugly clothes. I donât care what you have to do. I canât stand the sight or smell of them.â
You shut your eyes. When you open them, all you see is red. The other emotions are smothered in favor of that brand of heat. What happens next is a blur. You temporarily leave yourself.
âFine. Have it your way, Homelander. You always do.â
Breaking free of his fluctuating hold, you start tearing at what youâre wearing, tossing everything- including your bra and underwear- to the ground. Your shirt winds up with the gum sticking to its loose fabric. You even take your shoes and socks off, not paying any heed to where your belongings go. Just that theyâre gone.
You donât process the glaring fact that you made yourself naked in front of your boss. In front of the most powerful man this country, and possibly world, has known. You donât care that things have escalated this far. That they shouldnât have. They shouldnât have. But guess what? They did. And these are the consequences you both have to deal with.
âYou wanna know what game Iâm playing?â You turn around, forcing him backward. âItâs funny, I thought youâd be able to answer that for me, considering all the hoops Iâve had to jump through to not only save my ass, but make sure you had someone to talk to at the end of the day! Who on your team can you say goes above and beyond like that for you?!â He blinks at you now, eyes wide. Features fall to the floor where your clothes reside. You have his full and undivided attention.
An impressively dangerous thing to have.
âWhat more do you want from me, Homelander? I practically live with you without any of the benefits that usually includes! Youâre really going to stand here and berate me like I havenât given you fucking everything youâve ever asked me for? Because I made one mistake? I gave up my entire world, which I know doesnât mean shit to you. But it does to me.â
You fold your arms over your chest. Nothing covers it. You have to know before you lose all dignity. So you ask once more, hoping it wonât get lost in this bizarre mess.
âWhat do you want from me?â
Nothing. He canât stop staring at you. You arenât aware enough to be ashamed, but you are aware enough to be upset.
His infuriating silence compels you to bend down and gather what was a barrier between the two of you. You are no longer needed if he canât do what he does best, which is spout off, leaking bottled words everywhere like a broken faucet. Itâs a pretty simple question, you think.
Thatâs when the glass behind you shatters.
You flinch, pause what youâre doing and slowly stand. Cautious in whatever your next approach will be.
Surveying the aftermath, youâre relieved to find that youâre far enough away from the mirror so no injuries were inflicted.
When you finally lock eyes with the source, you see red. The atmosphere surrounding you heaves like the distended belly of a rotting corpse; hisses like an overflowing tea kettle; pierces you like lightning.
Homelanderâs expression is rigid. His jaw quivers. Irises are a bright, shining scarlet. If you try anything rash, you might be next. But, having been around him for so long, youâre more inclined to believe heâs having trouble processing his own emotions. And that might have been one of the only ways to release them.
You drop the top and pants you managed to reclaim. Your brain hasnât fully recovered from the constant devastating hit itâs taken, so you donât want to put a name to whatâs pushing you forward. You donât stop until youâre directly in his line of vision.
Swallowing, you carefully extend your hand. The ruby color begins to crumble and give way to the vast ocean you might have drowned in one too many times. You lost track, blocking what you could out. Too real and intimate to accept for a realm that thrives off of inauthenticity and misfortune.
Homelander inhales harshly and you retreat, pupils hooking themselves to his. Searching for any sign you shouldnât be right where you are.
Of course there are several; unfortunately, you are currently blind to them. Blind to everything but him.
Thatâs how itâs been for awhile, hasnât it?
He has a habit of not granting you the luxury of time.
Quickly, he snatches your wrist and brings your palm flat against his cheek. He exhales, eyelids fluttering, nuzzling into you.
Itâs so simple, yet it disarms you in ways you arenât accustomed to.
Homelander basks in this chaste display of affection, and so do you, in awe of how enraptured he appears. Soaking you inside of his pores.
In turn, your cognizance reappears. You nearly topple over, realization infiltrating every part of you.
Youâre not wearing a stitch.
A knock at the door startles you both. You glance over in that general direction and hear from the other side, âYouâre on in fifteen, Homelander, sir!â
Gazing back up at him, you witness that same fire expand at a rapid rate. You use your other hand to bring him back down to reality, to ground him. It rests against his chest, delving into and cracking his ribs, flaying him open.
What strikes you is how vigorously his heart is beating. How you can feel it through his uniform.
This is how much you affect him. (Can you fathom that youâre only privy to a fraction?) Having evidence of the tiniest reciprocation drains you of any unwanted discomfort.
His fury subsides. You breathe out. He does, too.
âGo sit in your chair. I came here to do my job, after all.â The tenderness with which you speak seems to ease him further, his shoulders deflating with each word.
That aside, youâre playing with a lit match. Youâre unsure whoâs going to set who ablaze, but youâre willing to go down with this entire building to find out.
He does as heâs told, watching you the whole way like a mutilated mixture of a snarling cornered animal and a man fervently in love. He almost trips into his seat, not an ounce of grace in his gait.
Sacrificing his entire image just to get a glimpse of you.
Whipping his cape to the side, he sinks into the cushion. You get things ready as you typically do, your movements a bit jittery from the adrenaline sending haphazard jolts to your limbs. Despite this, youâre focused. You are more focused than you remember ever being.
You work efficiently, keeping in mind the limit thatâs been put on your time.
Homelander bores holes through you. He doesnât need lasers for that. Youâre exposed and vulnerable and he pries what he fostered apart until itâs distinguishable by no one else but him.
You relearn his perfectly manufactured features. Different lights shape shadows you either havenât seen before or feigned ignorance of. You commit to memory how he looks, smells, feels, the side of your hand grazing his cheek and hanging on.
Heâs invigorating, your excitement building to a crescendo you canât neglect. The heat in your core disperses, most of it congregating low in your belly and behind your expanding rib cage. His pupils drink you in, urgently and violently.
Your arousal is heady. He licks his lips. A hint of a whine caresses your ears and it makes you dizzy.
How could you have ever denied yourself?
You decide to take further control, testing the waters to a greater extent.
Itâs your turn to watch him the whole way down. You straddle him, easing yourself atop his taut thighs.
After a few moments of humoring yourself, of pretending to concentrate on your work, dusting his nose with powder, you straighten. Eye contact has not been severed.
You motion toward his hands, balled into tense, repressed fists at his sides.
âTake off your gloves.â
Initially, it feels like maybe you said the wrong thing, or said it the wrong way. He doesnât budge. Youâre patient, however, so you wait like youâve always done, the warmth from your cunt mingling with the hardness beneath you. Your mouth waters.
At last, Homelander nods and removes his gloves, tugging on the index of each. He places them on the armrests and transfixes himself to you once more.
âDo you want to touch me?â you ask, voice and body staying impossibly still in spite of your nerves.
Immediately, he shakes his head, âYes,â the first time heâs spoken since your outburst, and without hesitation, reaches for your chest. You close your eyes, falling into his snooping lifts and tugs and squeezes, giving yourself permission to become possessed by the inhibited imaginations of how selfish, how rapacious his touches might be. How smooth his bare hands are, how ardent each digit is.
Leaning into you, he sucks one nipple into his mouth and palms the other, moaning and vibrating against your flesh. He digs his fingers into the pliant softness of your hip, steadying you with disciplined pressure. You squirm, attuned to every minuscule shift.
The lit match is tilted toward you now, swift and stunning. Your fingers release the brush youâve been holding. It aligns with the slit of the cushion, forgotten and purposeless.
You wrap your digits around the hand on your curves and guide him toward your throbbing center. He doesnât fight you. Doesnât stop your movements. Doesnât scold or challenge you. Instead, he curls his fingers in a way that makes you unabashedly moan, cupping your folds and pinning his thumb to your clit, adapting to your anatomy.
Your wants.
It seems like breaking away from you is a daunting task, but he does for a moment, brow furrowed, more engrossed and invested than youâve ever witnessed.
âFuck.â The curse sounds downright edible, your new favorite flavor. Your name tumbles from his lips like heâs been practicing, a sweet, rich icing on top. You gasp, his tongue adhering to you again, swirling around your peak before lightly biting it.
Rocking your hips back and forth, side-to-side, you grind hard into his palm. He strokes you like heâs studied what pace you prefer, how much friction you crave. Youâre so wet, even youâre thrown off by it.
Once heâs finished with your chest, heâs back against the seat, unable to peel his gaze from you. Your full, swollen, glistening breasts.
His mouth hangs open, obscene, desperate whimpers slipping from it. Pupils are like whirlpools that drive you under. Drive you mad.
Homelander adeptly slips two, three digits inside your sopping cunt, unrelenting in his intentions to make up for lost time. The voracity of his actions propels you forward, balancing against his chest. He grasps and pulls at your other hip, groaning loudly in your ear, confirming his approval of how close you are to him.
Itâs still not enough.
Pulling you even tighter to his blinding sun of a body, he encloses his free arm around you and desperately bucks his waist. âI want⊠I want⊠I wantâŠâ he chants. Your nails drag up his neck and along his scalp, overwhelmed by his warmth, his scent, him. Your lips ghost the sliver of skin above his collar, making him growl.
You anticipate and dread and yearn for whatâs been building for so long. You clench and release, clench and release, clench and release, body chanting with him.
Youâre intuitively thankful for the chairâs sturdiness; however, if it would have collapsed, youâre honestly not sure you would have noticed. Or cared.
You hear him come first. Feel the temperature rise temporarily. Itâs so sudden and all-consuming that you naturally follow, his name an instinct you canât help but divulge. You havenât come down from the turbulent emotions rushing through you earlier, and that combination catapults you over the edge.
Your orgasm draws more deliberate, vehement grunts and sighs of satisfaction from him, as if your pleasure is inexplicably the same or worth more than his.
You canât crumple into a boneless heap like you want to. You just canât. You have to look at him. Look at his bliss; the glazed, barren-yet-so-full-of-you expression, of what these months of working in close quarters have done to him.
What you uncover is not what you were picturing. Thereâs a mixture of that haze with something almost apologetic below the teeming surface. Clouds of red to skies of blue. Destructive in and of themselves.
Sliding his fingers from your wetness, he wraps his lips around each one that was inside of you and spreads them apart. Your slick sticks to his glossy skin and stretches between digits, a generous amount. You whimper at the loss- the emptying, hollow feeling- and watch, mesmerized and delirious as he savors you.
Swallowing you whole, Homelander sweeps his knuckles across the apple of your cheek and presses his lips hard against yours. He wastes no time inhaling your gasps and moans, licking your mouth and the faint taste of mint, stealing it from you. You ingest what you can of him as well, exploring what was open to you longer than you realized.
He then seizes your wrists. Itâs a rough gesture that evaporates into gentle circles along your pulse points. Still, you know youâre going to bruise where he turned the key and locked you into place: wherever he is.
A visible sheen coats his lips.
âI want you to tell me Iâm good. Great. The best.â
His breathing is labored. So is yours.
He kisses the inside of the wrist smeared with perfume, your fluids, his saliva; ends with your hand and rests his cheek against the slope of it.
âI want you to be mine. All mine. Mine alone.â
Youâre shaking. He moves forward and pets your hair, twirls it; grabs your nape and holds his thumb to the front of your throat. Securing you. Keeping you there.
âYou have to stay. Be mine and stay.â
You thrum with an ache he forced upon you. Heâll claim you were starving and he was the only one who could satiate.
You nod. You were never going to leave to begin with.
Homelander made you his. And you thanked him for it.
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ok so hear me out. rafe and weird!girl get into an argument and rafe calls her weird or says something about her being normal for once and my girl gets all upset as she should.
Nonnie, are you in my walls? Iâm very much having a day like this. This is heavily based on the day I had today and writing it made me feel sm better. Slight angst. Fluff. 1.8K words. NO MINORS!! (Note: weird!girl is autistic coded bc I am autistic)
You were extremely overwhelmed. It feels like every single thing is out to get you today. Before you and Rafe left to go on your first grocery shopping trip since you moved in together you got into a bit of a disagreement over the list. You are extremely picky. You have set safe foods that you like to stick to and you donât like to stray from them. But Rafe on the other hand would eat almost anything. He couldnât wrap his mind around the fact that you wanted to live off of freezer waffles and chicken nuggets when he hired a professional chef for the two of you.
âBaby, why would I buy you the cheap freezer shit when I can have it made from scratch all fancy n shit?â It wasnât about the price, you know that. It was just that Rafe wanted you to have the best of everything he could possibly give you and sometimes you just wanted the simpler things. Something that heâs still trying to understand.
âItâs just⊠I donât want that. I want the ones from the store. That I always get. The ones I like.â Your lips were formed into a pout as you looked down at your lap and played with the rings on your fingers.
âAight, Bats, if thatâs what you want.â He shrugged and kissed your forehead before leaving you to finish getting ready. It was what you wanted. But you could tell it wasnât what he wanted so you felt bad. You didn't want to be an inconvenience.
So after that you got in your head that you were too much for him. You spent the entire card ride to the grocery store thinking about how a normal girl wouldnât want specific foods. A normal girl would be more than happy to have a personal chef make them anything and everything they wanted. A normal girl would be able to go to those fancy restaurants Rafe likes because sheâd actually like anything on the menu. He tried to take you once and you spent the entire meal picking at your plate of chicken and veggies, so he never tried again settling to go places that had things you actually liked.
Then at the store you were so in your head that if you hadnât made a list you probably wouldnât have gotten a single thing you wanted. You couldnât stop feeling like you were a burden to him because you needed him to buy you an entirely different grocery list from his own. You kept trying to put things back. Or tell him you didnât need things that you did, in fact, need. You could tell Rafe was getting frustrated with you and it only made you want to shut down even more.
It didnât help that the grocery store was easily one of your least favorite places. The lighting was awful. There were always so many people everywhere not looking where theyâre going. The freezer section was always so cold that you spent that entire section of the shopping trip practically shaking. It was so goddamn loud. People talking. Kids crying. The squeaking of the old grocery cart wheels. So going there when you were already feeling overwhelmed was a recipe for disaster.
You fully lost it when you were checking out. The cart was extremely disorganized because you were too checked out to keep it in order the entire trip. The store you were at had it so you bagged your own groceries so the fact that the cart was a complete disaster made bagging them incredibly difficult. You were struggling to keep up with the cashier and also bag the groceries efficiently. He kept pushing the conveyor belt button, rolling the groceries that you havenât bagged yet to pile up on top of each other at the end of it. The cart was full of bags and you werenât even half done so you had to run and grab another one, only letting the pile grow further.
Rafe bought a case of beer and it the midst of you trying to frantically bag everything in a timely manner the cashier also asked you for your I.D. Which only frustrates you more. You donât even drink beer. And it made you have to pause bagging again to dig in your purse. The cashier kept looking from the card to you and back again, like he thought it was fake.
âI know I look nothing like that, that was 7 years ago.â You didnât mean to sound snippy, but you were pretty much at your limit.
âBaby, itâs fine, heâs just lookinâ for the date.â Rafe shot you a look and it only pissed you off more.
âWell heâs looking at it like itâs fake or some shit!â You scoffed as you slammed a full bag into the cart. Which only earned you another look from Rafe.
On the way home he hardly talked to you, instead he decided to blast trap music when you were clearly already overstimulated so you decided to put your headphones on and drown him out.
âBats, the fuck is going on with you today, huh?â Rafe is towering over you the minute you enter the kitchen, backing you up against the counter.
âI just donât like the grocery store. And you made me feel bad about the food. And everything was just so loud in there. And I felt like you hardly talked to me the entire time. Iâve felt like an inconvenience to you all day!â You snap at him as you stomp your foot in frustration, glaring up at him.
âAll we did was go to the fuckinâ store. Youâre seriously that worked up over it?â Rafe scoffs, running a hand through his hair.
âYes! I am! The grocery store is extremely stressful for me and youâre not being considerate of that!!â
âThatâs ridiculous, people go to the grocery store every day. Itâs not a big deal. I donât know why you canât just be fuckinâ normal sometimes.â Rafe throws his hands up, letting them fall against his thighs with a smack. The minute the words leave his mouth your bottom lip starts to quiver as tears brim your eyes. And he knows he fucked up. Immediately he knows he fucked up.
âYou know what? Why donât you go find a normal girlfriend then!?â You push against his chest, running past him to your shared bedroom. You slam the door behind you, sliding down it as the tears in your eyes begin to spill down your cheeks. You knew it.
âBabyâŠâ Rafeâs voice travels through the thick wood as he lightly taps on it. â Iâm sorry⊠that was- I shouldnât have- Bats, can you open the door, please?â
âNo. Go away.â You whimper as you curl further into yourself against the door.
âBaby girl, please? Just wanna talk. Lemme see you.â He turns the knob, pushing on the door lightly causing you to shift forward slightly. âCâmon, get away from the door, let me in.â
âWhy donât you go find a normal girl to talk to.â You snap at him before trying to push back against the wood but heâs so much stronger than you that it doesnât even budge. Rafe shoves his foot into the crack of the door, pushing it until he can slip through. It slams shut behind him from your weight, causing you to yelp. He drops to his knees in front of you, taking your face in his hands. âBaby, look at me.â
âNo.â You shake your head, subconsciously nuzzling into his touch. Your lips are quivering so bad your teeth are chattering as tears flow down your cheeks and Rafe kind of wants to kick his own ass.
âListen I- I shouldnât have said that, okay? I didnât - fuck baby, I didnât mean that shit. I was just frustrated. Doesnât make it okay though, never wanna make my girl cry.â Rafe runs his thumbs down the apples of your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears that continue to fall. âI think Iâve gotten pretty damn good about knowing how you work. But with us living together now there's gonna be new shit that Iâm gonna have to pick up on. Iâm so sorry princess.â
âI just - I - just wanna be enough for you. Donât wanna be a burden.â Your body tries to curl in on itself even more but Rafe doesnât let it, he grips onto your hips and pulls you into his lap. He wraps his strong arms around you as he starts to rock you back and forth.
âWant you to listen to me baby, aight?â He takes your jaw in his hand, tilting your head towards his to get you to look at him. When you do it nearly cracks his heart. He hates that he made you feel like everyone else always has. âI never shouldâve fucking said that shit. I didnât mean it. Not even a little bit. I wouldnât change a single thing about you, okay? I fuckinâ love you and all your weird little shit. Your weird little shit just makes me love you more. Iâve never known anyone like you. Youâve taught me so much. I guess Iâve just still got some shit to learn. But Iâm trying, Bats. Iâll never stop trying.â
âYou really mean it?â You sniffle as you look up at him through your teary eyes and Rafe has never felt more bad than he does at this moment. If he saw anybody else making you cry like this they would be so fucked and here he is, doing it.
âOf course I fuckinâ mean that shit, baby girl. Iâm sorry for losing my patience with you today. I never, ever, wanna hurt you. Never wanna make you feel like all these other douchebags on the island do. Kind of want to run them all over, including myself right now.â Rafe lets out a dry chuckle when he sees the corner of your lips tilt up slightly. His large hand runs down the back of your head, smoothing down your hair as he continues to rock the both of you. âYou know I love you more than anything, right?â
âItâs okay, Rafey. I know I can be too much sometimes. But I do know that you love me.â And you do. Especially right now. Rafe never opens up to you like this. And you kind of want to blow him right now.
âHey, you arenât too much, aight? Donât ever let anyone make you feel that way. Including me, put my ass in check baby. God knows I need it.â He smiles down at you before leaning to place a gentle kiss on your lips. âWant me to put some nuggets in the air fryer for you and we can watch that movie youâve been trying to get me to watch?â
âMhm, that sounds perfect daddy.â
All things Rafe & his weird!girl here
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[24 May 2022] First, I love your demo, your art, god I can't get Ren out of my head since the first time I played. Now my stupid questions. Ren gets asked on the street if he cosplayed Haruko? Since he is a walking cosplay And.... Where do I sign my marriage certificate with Ren?
Ty ty!! ⥠Ren has been stopped maybe 2 or 3 times out in public due to the striking similarities between him and Haruko, but in actuality, he /doesn't/ look 100% like Haruko! He only took the hairstyle and dressing-style aspects of Haruko and ran with it ^^'
For reference; Haruko's design is much more vibrant and his hair is faaaar more fluffier. Plus you have to take into consideration that Haruko is an anime character in Ren's world (whereas Ren is considered human)
Also Renâs on his way with the marriage certificate right now đ
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I don't want to fuck a dyke on top of her pride flag - I want to fuck her through it.
Tearing it down from her wall and pinning her underneath it, so that she feels my weight holding it against her skin as she realizes she can't escape.
Shoving a handful of it into her mouth when she tries to scream.
Cutting out tiny circles for her nipples, and then teasing them with my tongue until they're so hard they stick right through.
Rubbing her pussy through the flag until she starts to soak it against her will, then cutting away just the wet parts and pushing through to take her gold star.
And slicing all the rest in two when I'm getting close - so that I can see her laid bare beneath me, in the wreckage of her pride, as I fill her dyke pussy with my cum.
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Was it ever really love?
Summary: You break up with your fiancĂ©, and right after you throw your engagement ring at him, you go to Toto's room...Â
Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!readerÂ
W/C: 6.3k
Rating: +18, age gap, size kink, dirty talk, light dom/sub, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, edging, choking, drooling, biting, breeding kink
TWs: dubious consent in the end (the reader is so consensually fucked out that TECHNICALLY she's not in the right state to agree to anything)
A/N: I mean... So that happened. Exactly what's in the rating. You are responsible for the media you consume, so if you're not into it - please scroll away :) Oh yeah, and it's like 90% smut.
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- Isn't it enough that I am telling you that I've never cheated on you!? - you were sure everyone in neighboring rooms and the corridor heard what you were fighting about.
- Apparently, it's not! How can I believe you if you're always with him!? You always run to him to sign something, pass the documents, and make sure he remembers about the meetings! For fucks sake, you do that even in the middle of the night, when you're in bed with me!
- Yes, BECAUSE THAT'S MY FUCKING JOB! IT'S LITERALLY IN THE DESCRIPTION BECAUSE I'M HIS FUCKING ASSISTANT!!! - you couldn't help raising your voice, because it definitely wasn't the first time you were fighting about it.
- OH, AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU'RE THE ONE ASSISTANT NOT FUCKING THEIR BOSS!?!? - this conversation wasn't going anywhere, but neither of you was going to stop now.
- YES!!! THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I AM TELLING YOU!!! - the stress of another lost race was getting to the both of you, and it was just too much. - Wait. Is that what it's all about!? You don't believe me, BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING YOUR OWN ASSISTANT!?!? - it suddenly hit you, and you started to connect dots in your head quicker than Sherlock Holmes. - Oh my fucking god, you are... - you had to sit down not to fall over.
- What gave you that idea? - he asked much quieter but equally angry.
- And you're not even denying it... How the fuck I could have been so fucking blind. Maybe you're right, maybe I was spending too much with him to notice that you are SUCH A FUCKING BASTARD. YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! YOU CHOSE THE FUCKING DATE! - you stood up again and with a speed and intensity of a tornado, you started throwing your things in your bag. - YOU CHOSE THE FUCKING VENUE!!! â fortunately, you didn't have much to pack, since it was supposed to be just a weekend trip. - YOU STARTED MAKING A GUEST LIST!!! - you moved to the bathroom to get your things from there, and he didn't even try to stop you. - ALL THAT, WHILE YOU WERE FUCKING SOPHIE!?!? - he still hasn't denied that, and that was all you needed. - You know what...? - you closed the zipper of your bag with such vigor that you almost broke it. - We're fucking over, I'm done. And just so we're fucking clear - I never slept with him. Not even fucking once, you motherfucker. - it wasn't the best of your insults, but you no longer cared. You took off your engagement ring and threw it at him. - Here, give it to Sophie, I bet she'll love it since she took you second hand. - he didn't even try to stop you when you took your things and left. You were still fuming, and you honestly didn't know what you were supposed to do.
If anyone looked at you, they would be hit with a ricochet, and that wouldn't be good for anyone if you wanted to get another room in this hotel. And then it hit you. You knew exactly what you were going to do.
You marched down the corridor to the suite you were in so many times and with determination on your face, you knocked at the door. It was already late, but you knew he wouldn't be sleeping just yet, so you weren't afraid about waking him up.
- Y/n..? What do you need? - the door finally opened, and you had to look up to look Toto in the eyes.
- Funny you should ask. I need you to fuck the anger and frustration out of me. - you surprised not only him but also yourself with your boldness.
- I'm sorry, what? What about...? - he was clearly meant to ask about your now ex-fiancé, but you cut him off.
- We just broke up. - you motioned to the bag hanging currently on your arm. - So? Are you going to do it, or will I have to find someone else? - the adrenaline from the fight was still running high in your veins, that's why your voice wasn't shaking.
Instead of responding, your boss grabbed the strap of your bag and used it to pull you closer. You couldn't help but smile when you kicked the doors closed and he pushed you against it. You didn't even notice that the bag landed on the floor because he was already kissing you hungrily as his life depended on it, and you gave in... Well, at least for now.
His arms caged you against the door, which with his much taller figure meant that there was no way you could get away without him allowing you to do so. While the kiss was frantic and impatient, his other moves were much more calculated, because he put his knee in between your thighs, and started rubbing your crotch through the thick material of your jeans, but even that was enough to make you moan into his mouth, which only made him smile.
- If I knew you were such a horny pretty little thing, I would have done that much sooner... - he growled, bit your lower lip, and pulled on it, and you had no choice but to follow. And you didâŠ
You kicked off the shoes off your feet and grabbed the front of his shirt, stopping him from moving further toward the bedroom, and while your bottom lip, was still locked in between his teeth, you aggressively sucked and bit his top lip, while reaching for his hands and putting them under your ass. You didn't have to say anything more, because he lifted you exactly when you jumped and locked your legs around his hips, which also meant that your faces were on a similar level now and he no longer had to crook his neck at the uncomfortable angle just to kiss you.
While he was walking in the direction of the bedroom, you started to unbutton your Mercedes-branded shirt, revealing a soft, see-through white bra, which left very little to the imagination. It didn't have any complicated lace pattern, but as soon as Toto saw it, he stopped kissing you and with his teeth grabbed one strap and pulled it down, and then the other, making it easier for you to take it off completely, but you knew he did that just to indulge himself because he didn't break the eye contact even for a moment and gave you a cheeky smile right after.
When the top part of your wardrobe landed somewhere on the floor, you finally moved to his. Due to the position of your hips, you couldn't unbutton it all the way, but he was already ahead of you. Sure, he could put you down, but the other option seemed much more fun, so he tossed you a bit higher into the air and moved his left arm, so now your ass was resting against his forearm, while his right was snaking under the white material. You pulled the shirt up just as his hand was on its way back to your butt cheeks. You maneuvered the material around his head and down his right arm, so he could take it off completely, and when he did, you were finally able to feel his hot skin clashing against yours. You could almost hear the blood rushing through your veins when you rubbed your whole torso against his. which got you a low growl deep from his chest.
You rested one hand on his shoulder, while the other found its way to the back of his neck, and you pulled him closer, catching his lips in yours. It was scarily easy to lose yourself in him, but right now you were far beyond caring and there was no time or space for any feelings between you two right now.
Only a few seconds passed since you kicked the doors closed, yet somehow it felt like a small eternity filled with so many sensations... The taste of his tongue on yours... His natural scent filling your nostrils and making you lightheaded... His hot skin under your fingers and against our body... His hands, kneading your ass while gently moving you up and down, forcing you to grind against him... His rough kisses leaving your lips puffed and oversensitive... It was like he knew exactly what you needed and was giving it to you without any questions.
- Be a good girl and unbutton your jeans... - he whispered in between the kisses, and you happily obliged, sliding your hands over his naked torso, until you got to the band of your trousers and undid both the button and the zipper. He slowly moved first one hand under the material and then the other, so there was another point of skin-to-skin contact, and you realized you were finally in his bedroom with his legs touching the edge of the bed.
He gently put you on the sheets; the tenderness in this move was contrasting so much with everything both of you were doing up to this point, which surprised you a bit. Especially when he slowly started pulling your pants and underwear down, kissing, licking, and biting every new patch of skin that showed up on your right leg, and it somehow turned you on even more. And when you were completely naked in front of him, he went right back up, marking every part of your other leg, until he stopped on the inside of your thigh, so close to your core.
- Are you sure you want this...? - he asked quietly, giving you one last chance to back out. And you knew that if you chose to do that, he would have never mentioned whatever just happened. But you not only wanted it⊠You needed it. You needed to get rid of all emotions, to forget, to throw away all the stress and anger currently bubbling under your skin.
- Yes, I am sure... And don't hold back, I need to feel anything but emotions. - you added, although based on his actions leading to this moment, you suspected you didn't need to.
- Your wish is my command... - you couldn't help but smile at the sight of the devilish grin that sprawled on his lips, but instead of being rough and messy, like he was just a few minutes ago, he started gently licking your slick from the outside part of your folds... You could feel the scratch of his unshaven five-o-clock shadow on the inside of your thigh and his warm breath just where you wished his tongue was, but he was merciless and meticulous as if he wanted to savor every little part of you. And with every lick and every gentle suck, you were getting more and more sensitive, so when he finally dove in, you were already panting, grasping the sheets in your hands, and you simply couldn't stop squirming and bucking your hips, even when he bit the inside of your thigh as a warning.
So instead of following your unpredictable moves, he wrapped his arms around your thighs in an iron grip so you weren't able to move your hips even by an inch... And he went right back down, pulling you flush against his mouth and keeping you there, no matter how hard you tried to react, to move even closer, or away from the sudden overstimulation. His tongue was circling around that sensitive bud, focusing a little bit more on the place just above it and it made your vision go white.
- Ffffuck... Just like that... Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop... - and he definitely didn't. He also didn't slow down or sped up, because he was experienced enough to realize that when a woman was telling him not to stop, it didn't mean to change anything, so he did just that until your whole body curled up. You squeezed his head with your thighs and grasped his hair with your hands so hard, that it actually hurt, but even then he didn't stop completely, licking your juices while you were trying to catch your breath, and when he felt your body relaxed in his arms, he picked up the tempo again, determined to make you forget everything but his name.
The sounds his tongue made in between your soaked folds were lewd and obscene, but you didn't have time to focus on any of that, because you could feel the second wave approaching much quicker than the first one. This time you looked down, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw his piercing dark eyes drilling into your soul with such intensity... You realized you won't be able to walk straight after the things he'll do to you, and just the thought of it was enough to push you over the peak and you couldn't help but to break the eye contact, because your eyes rolled back...
You could feel the electricity running through your body until it reached every single nerve ending, sending you into such an overstimulated state, that even the slightest touch hurt. His arms locked around your hips felt as if they were made of metal, his tongue was made of fire, his 5 o'clock shadow became rough sandpaper, the sheets under your back were made out of tiny spikes, the air in your lungs felt like steam and yet... He didn't stop. And what was more important - you didn't tell him to stop... You wanted him to pull you to the top and push you over it again, and you knew he was more than capable of doing so. And he did just that... Only this time you almost blacked out from the intensity of it, but you could still feel the release of the accumulated pressure deep inside you. You didn't process why, but you felt him chuckling against your skin, and only then you realized that he was actually swallowing your release. Which could only mean...
You almost immediately hid your face in your hands from embarrassment... It was supposed to be a quick one-night stand with your boss, an act of revenge towards your ex-fiancé. But here you were. In his bed. Squirting.
Toto finally released his grip on your hips, so you could move again, but before you were able to do anything, you felt the weight shifting on the mattress, and you could tell he was crawling up.
- Such a tasty little pussy you have there... You've been holding out on me, dear. - he said in a voice deeper than you've ever heard him use, while slowly moving your hands from your face above your head, where he held them both in only one of his, while the other found its way under your chin and forced you to look at him. - Here, see for yourself... - he growled and leaned down to kiss you. Technically you could turn your head away, and tell him to stop, but after coming three times in a row, most of your inhibitions went out of the window.
You could taste yourself on his tongue... And honestly - you were pleasantly surprised. It was a bit sour, but not overwhelmingly so, with a hint of actual sweetness. You didn't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't this. And even though the taste quickly faded away from both of your mouths, you couldn't stop kissing him, while his free hand slowly traveled down your body, taking a short stop to gently squeeze your nipples, but when you bucked away from his touch there, he stopped and pulled slightly away so he could look at you, his eyes instantly full of familiar softness.
- Are you in pain? Tell me. - he demanded, and you wanted to hide your face again, but it would be hard at the moment. He didn't know you well enough to know what your boundaries were, and he didn't want to assume anything.
- I am not in pain... - you whispered. - Well, not like that. I'm fine, I promise. It's just... They're really fucking sensitive when... - you could feel your cheeks heating up.
- When...? - he urged you to finish that sentence.
- When I'm ovulating. So, if we could skip touching them, I'd be grateful. - you wanted to end this conversation as quickly as possible, but his devilish grin told you that he already had a plan.
- No touching it is... - he echoed. - At least for now... And tell me if anything I'm going to do will be too much. - you nodded, and as soon as you did, he moved a bit lower, so his face was lined up with your breasts. He very gently blew on one of your nipples, the cold air making it slowly tense and rise, which made you blush. No one ever showed you this kind of attention, so it was completely new.
You couldn't take your eyes off your boss, who was currently letting his saliva drop from his mouth directly onto your nipple, and as soon as it touched your skin, you felt the soothing coldness, which made you rapidly suck a substantial amount of air through your nose. Just as you did that, he gently blew on your wet skin again, and you couldn't stop a soft moan that escaped your mouth.
He continued doing that to your breasts until both were covered in a cold, slick mess, and you were squirming under him, because it just felt so good... You knew it shouldn't be, but somehow, he found a way to make it hot.
- I am going to touch now, but as soon as you tell me to stop, I will. Do you understand? - he asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, hands still above your head in his iron grip. He started on the outside of your breasts, gathering what was left of his saliva, and the contrast between your cold skin and his hot tongue made you arch your back, pushing everything closer to him, in search of that sensation again.
He was using just his tongue and his lips, making sure not to accidentally scratch your skin with his cheeks or chin currently covered in a rough stubble, since you've said you were sensitive to the point of pain. Your body was asking for more in such a pretty way that he couldn't say no, so he tested the waters and very gently run his tongue directly over your nipple, and when he heard the loud, obscene moan that left your lungs... It went straight to his cock. But tonight, wasn't about him... It was all about you. And he wanted to spend time getting to know your body better; to see how it reacted to his touch, where to push, press, where to pull, and what to do to get a reaction out of you.
You didn't know that, but he thought about having you for so long... All the long evenings together, you always being so close, the white branded shirt hugging your every feature so nicely... How could he not? There were times when his fist was closed around his cock as soon as you left the room, your subtle scent still present in the air, and he honesty couldn't count how many times he thought about you in the morning, under the shower, in the garage, in his office... So many places to fuck you, but you were unavailable⊠A forbidden fruit hanging so low, that he could practically taste it... But you were happily in love, and even though he knew he could make you much happier than that idiot, he didn't dare to do anything. Until you fell from the tree right onto his lap, and you were all his to take, to mark, to...
He let out a low growl to stop his thoughts from galloping where they shouldn't, instead focusing on your beautiful moans while he very gently sucked on your nipples, blowing on them from time to time to soothe the pain with coldness, and never spending too much time just on one... After all - he didn't want to hurt you, just to test your boundaries. And by your reaction, he could tell that he was far away from breaking you, so he slowly moved his hand down and gently rubbed your overstimulated clit, making your back arch into his touch.
You were relaxed enough from the previous orgasms, that he could start stretching you with not one finger, but with two, dividing his attention equally between your breasts and filling you in search for this sweet spot on your front wall, and when he found it... Music to his ears...
He would have never suspected that you would be so vocal, but here you were, moaning, begging, pleading, screaming for more, and he just couldn't refuse, so he added the third finger, filling you up more. There were tears streaming down your cheeks, leaving behind light streaks of mascara that was supposed to be waterproof. Gentle pain was mixing with extreme pleasure, his soft tongue and his rough fingers, his hot body and cool air... All the extremes were colliding with you in the exact center of it all. You were ready to fall apart, just to be built up again, and as if Toto was in your head, he began to put more pressure on your clit with his thumb, and that was enough to pull another orgasm from you, and you suddenly found yourself sitting and tightly holding his head against your chest, with your face in his hair. You didn't register when exactly he let go of your wrists, but you were finally free to touch him, to feel him, and you took full advantage of that, letting your hands run over his back.
- Fuck you're good... - he didn't say anything, the smirk on his face telling you everything you needed to know, and you shook your head with disbelief because you couldn't believe the cockiness. He knew he was a confident man, but this was different... - Thank you for that... I should... - you started, but the fingers that were still inside you started slowly moving again, making a beaconing gesture against your wall, and you inhaled sharply once again.
- Oh, darling... I'm just getting started... Have you honestly thought that I will just eat you out, stick a few fingers in your pussy, and that will be it...? - he teased you, playing just the right chords on your body. - Now that I finally had you, tasted you... I'm not letting you go so easily. - if his thumb wasn't putting constant pressure on your clit and his long fingers weren't filling and stretching you so nicely, maybe you would have been able to form coherent thoughts and say something. - And it would be a shame if your pretty little cunt missed out on something else stretching it and filling you to the brim, hmmm...? - you dug your nails in his shoulders because that was all you were able to do. He was learning your body so quickly and skillfully applying that knowledge in practice.
You were a perfect mess... Panting, too exhausted to even moan, and he hasn't even properly fucked you yet. Your hair was sticking to your face, and your whole body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, which was supposed to cool you down, but the fire he lit inside you was too strong, too hot, too overwhelming... It engulfed you whole, and there was no coming back; not when you knew how he could treat you... Just before he made you cum for the fourth time, he stopped, and the needy cry that left your lips was music to his ears. It was right then and there that you realized there was no chance that you wouldn't be back for more. And he was more than willing to give you everything you needed...
- Toto... Please... - you whispered against his neck, your hands holding to his body for dear life, so desperate for him to finish what he just started, but the devilish grin on his face told you that he had other plans. He gave your body a moment co calm down just enough so his next touch wouldn't push you over the edge again, and he started to tease you once more, this time purposefully missing that sweet spot on your front wall, while his fingers were still filling you ups so nicely, the burn of stretch almost completely non-existent. His thumb was grazing your clit from time to time, just enough to keep you on the brink of orgasm, but not enough to give you the release you so desperately wanted. And he kept you in that state for so long, that all the thoughts slowly started to disappear from your head, leaving behind only flaming heat and want.
- Oh, look at you... Such a desperate little slut and just for me... I bet he never got you to that state, didn't he...? - you could only shake your head, his words barely reaching you. â Youâre so cock starved that you would let me do anything with you, just to have me inside you, wouldnât you...? - you nodded enthusiastically and tried to reach down to unbuckle his belt, but he swatted your hands away. - Tell me first... - you weren't in a state to make any decisions... When your friends told you that they sometimes felt like a feral animal in heat, you thought it was just a figure of speech, but here you were... So overstimulated yet so filled with a specific need that your thoughts weren't your own; all that mattered was getting filled. - Would you let me cum inside of you...? Fill you up so much you would be leaking for days...? - you had no control over your nodding head, but everything he was saying sounded amazing. - Put a baby in you, mark you in every way possible so everyone everywhere will know that such a perfect little cunt belongs to me? - you weren't sure if you even stopped nodding in between questions when he was peppering your neck with soft kisses that felt like butterflies made out of fire, and you could have sworn that every little kiss left behind a bright red mark, but that wasn't possible... was it...? - You truly don't know what I'm talking about, don't you...? - his devilish smirk only made you giggle. - Oh baby, we're gonna have so much fun... - he growled and finally got his fingers out of you, brought them to your mouth and you started to suck on them eagerly, chasing that newly familiar taste, while he undid his trousers with one hand and freed his cock, but you were too focused on the fingers in your mouth to even realize what just happened.
Only when you felt something smooth running slowly in between your folds, you realized that you were finally about to get what you needed. You gently bit his fingers from excitement, because you had no other way to release all the emotions bubbling under your skin, and as soon as you did that, he took the fingers out of your mouth and roughly grabbed your jaw to the point of pain. He forced you to look him in the eyes while he was slowly entering you, with your lips parted in the shape of a perfect "o".
Even though you were drenched, and he took his sweet time preparing you, there was still some pain. Not enough for you to ask him to stop, not in the state you were in, but enough for you to need a moment to adjust, which he seemed to understand because instead of moving, he leaned and placed a soft kiss on your lips, such a contrast to the words he said just a couple of minutes ago.
You wanted nothing more than to grind against him, but being pinned down under him made that difficult, although he seemed to read your thoughts, because his hand slipped down your body until it reached your knee, brought it up, and pinned it to the mattress, opening you up even more, making the burn a bit more manageable. And then he slowly started to pull out... At first, there was still that uncomfortable feeling, but as soon as the head of his cock run over that sweet spot on your front wall, your whole body twitched.
- There it is... There is my greedy little slut... - he whispered with a satisfied smile on his face. If you were able to think, you would probably wonder how the hell he managed to stay so composed while you were a leaking mess with nothing behind your eyes, but all you managed to do was moan when he entered you again, slowly picking up the pace, and moving his eyes down. - You're taking me so well, darling... Your pussy looks so beautiful all stretched out around my cock, I really wish you could see it in all its glory... - his words were entering your brain with one ear and almost immediately leaving with the other, but that didn't matter... What mattered was the fact that you were so close you could almost taste it, and every time he dragged his head in and out, he was getting you closer and closer. - One day I'm gonna fuck you in front of a mirror just so you could see up close how perfect your cunt looks with me inside you, but for now... - he moved his hand from your jaw to your hand and brought it to your abdomen, covering it with his own there. At first, you weren't sure why he did that, but then you felt it... Your skin was bulging and stretching every time he entered you; you could feel the outline of his cock and now you regretted you havenât seen it before he started fucking you.
And then he caught your gaze, and put more pressure on your hand, and by extension - himself and this simple thing were enough to send you rushing in the arms of another release, while he was holding your hand in one place with an iron grip. He didn't even slow down when you squirted again, wetting the bedding and his trousers with your release, he just pushed and pushed, and pushed, until you had nothing else to give, and yet he still managed to take even more.
He changed the positions a little bit, wrapping his arms under your shoulders to find more leverage, and started hammering into you at a brutal pace, while you were still high on your last orgasm, and you weren't even able to form even a simple "please". With your walls still spasming around him, it didn't take him long to finish, and when he did, he pushed deep into you, holding you in an iron grip, so there was no chance you could escape even if you wanted to. He harshly bit the place where your shoulder met your neck, leaving behind a mark that would definitely bruise soon, and just as he did that, you could actually feel his warm cum spraying against your wall, which ticked just a little, but that was the last thing on your mind.
He was still panting when you moved your hand to his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. No words needed...
Eventually, he turned around, pulling you on top of him, careful not to slip out of you... His arms were wrapped tightly around you, keeping you in place, while your legs were spread around his hips.
Slowly but surely, your brain started to become your own again⊠You placed your hands under your chin and started thinking about the consequences of what just happened.
- Toto...? - you eventually said, your voice deep, raspy, and almost broken from all the moaning, screaming, and crying.
- Hmmm? - he asked, not even looking at you, but his thumbs started gently caressing your skin.
- Do you really want a kid? - he raised his head and looked at you with his eyes barely open.
- Not just any kid... - he replied. - I want you to bring our child into this world. And I don't want to stop just on one... - he smirked, and you smiled in reply. He knew that about a year ago you tried to get pregnant with your fiancé, and how excited you were to be a mum. A few times he was the one to actually drive you to your appointments, but even though everything was ok with you, you never managed to get pregnant with your now ex, which - from today's perspective - was more than fine.
- Then we better make sure it will take... - you knew this was crazy, but you actively chose not to think about it too much, which wasn't that hard with Toto's hands gently turning you around, switching your position and moving both of you from the wet patch of your doing, so both of you were on your side with your back pressed tightly against his torso. He finally kicked his damp pants off completely, so both of you were naked.
Even before he started slowly grinding against you, he was already growing inside you, which was a sensation youâd never felt before. You could feel your juices mixed with his release slowly dripping out of you and around him, but he did his best to fuck it right back into you. His left hand was on your abdomen, so he could feel himself through your skin, and he gently wrapped his right around your neck, putting a small amount of pressure. Not enough to cut either air or blood supply, but enough so you could be always aware of its heavy weight there.
This time he moved much slower, savoring every feeling, and focusing more on himself than on you, but you honestly didn't mind. Even though your thoughts were much more coherent there were still stumbling in that pleasant fog filling your mind. You moved your hands to cover his because you needed to hold onto something, and it seemed like the most logical option to not let go of reality because everything felt like a perfect dream. His moves were hitting all the right spots, forcing the air out of your lungs, the warmth of his breath pleasantly hugged your neck, where he put his head, while your own was currently resting on his shoulder, your lips so close to each other, that one turn from either of you would be enough for a kiss.
His movements were sloppy and irregular⊠You weren't able to predict when his hips snap again and the tip of his cock would grind against your g-spot, so you couldn't prepare for it and all you could do was react to whatever he was doing to you. This time both of you were much quieter... No loud moans, no screams, no desperate cries, it was much more... intimate - with barely audible whimpers, deep breaths, and unspoken pleads and promises.
It took him a while to widen his movements so more of him was leaving your body, which made you hook your feet behind his calf in involuntary reaction because you honestly didn't know what you wanted or needed to do. You just didn't want this moment to stop...
You finally turned your head and caught his lips in a messy kiss, while his movements quickened, and his fingers put more pressure on both your abdomen and the artery in your neck, slowly restricting the oxygen supply to your brain, making it even harder to think, but in the end... wasn't it exactly what you asked for...?
You weren't sure if he was able to manipulate your body to that degree or control his own so well, but he squeezed your throat harder and pushed on your lower abdomen at the same time he reached his peak, so the two of you came in the exact same time. As soon as you felt your walls spasming around him, he released the grip he had on your throat, allowing a fresh dose of oxygen to flood your brain, making your orgasm much stronger. You felt the muscles in your legs tense up, and your hips pushed back, taking his cock even deeper. Your back so hard, that he actually had to use his muscles to hold you in place...
And then you collapsed in his arms while he held you flush against his body, gently rubbing your abdomen with his fingers, like he was trying to ascertain if he was able to already get you pregnant. Logically he knew it wasn't possible to tell that fast, but it didn't stop him from imagining a new life already growing inside you, the mere thought of it making his cock twitch.
When you finally came down from cloud nine, you reached back and put your hand on his neck and pulled him into a sloppy kiss, trying to turn around, but he didn't let you, because he didn't want to risk even a drop of his cum leaking out of you.
- You did so well... - he whispered straight into your ear. - Your pussy took me so perfectly that nothing in the world could compare, and I'm never letting you go... From now on - you're mine. Do you understand? - the growl in his voice should scare you because even so fucked out you could tell that there was something dangerous behind it, but somehow... His claim on you made you feel... safe. So instead, you smiled and nodded in reply, and he started to leave deep red hickeys anywhere his mouth could reach in that position.
Your whole life had just changed...
And you couldn't help but love it.Â
A/N 2:Â Please donât feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :)
Love,
G.
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a little tomarry fighting snippet/warmup :)
"Oh please," Harry begins dismissively, "What would you know about friendship or kindness? All you do is lie and manipulate people."
Tom steps forward, an angry snarl on his face, his emotions far too unclouded. "Maybe, Potter, people are loyal to me because they actually like me, something you wouldn't be accustomed to."
And Harry can't help it. He laughs, and it's mean and cruel and childish and every bit of anger he's felt towards Tom Riddle since the moment he's gotten here.Â
"You think people like you, Riddle?! You think anybody in this school actually fucking likes you?!"
The anger and bitterness in Harry are building up to such a boiling point that it releases in an awful, spiteful, flood. His manic grin is directly in Riddle's face, but nothing is funny.Â
"The people who follow you are only there because you lied to them! You promised them fame and power and immortality and where do you think they'll go when you inevitably fail?! Because that's not loyalty, Riddle!"
Their argument has escalated so loudly that the entire hallway has stopped, instead staring at both of them, but Harry is too incensed to stop now.
"You know nothing about loyalty or friendship or anything worthwhile because you're such an egotistical maniac, that you can't even fathom the idea that people don't fucking care about you as much as you think they do!"
Over the whispers and mutters of the crowd, Harry can only hear his and Riddle's own heavy breathing. The hall seems blurry around them. There's only his furious screaming truth, and Riddle's look of angry shock.Â
But underneath Riddle's expression is something Harry is all too familiar with. A slight look of fear and worry, some insecurity that's lived inside of him since he stepped into Hogwarts. Even without legilimency, Harry knows exactly what Riddle is thinking.
What if he's right?
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Hey!! For your next fic could you do Leo and Mikey angst
It came be 2012, MM or rise
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Mikey couldnât do anything right now. LikeâŠanything.
WellâŠperhaps he was being a bit too dramatic. He was breathing. And he was fidgeting with his squishy cube. So saying he wasnât doing 'anything' wasnât entirely true.
Right now he justâŠcouldnât do anythingâŠproductive.Â
For example, the box turtle tried making his favorite dishes and deserts! But that endeavor just ended up being a huge mess in the kitchenâŠand leaving the youngest turtle with a bunch of unappetizing food.Â
Which he fed all to Raph by the way.Â
Some would call that choice of action cruel but Mikey would just call it 'using his resources'.Â
Besides, itâs not like the eldest minded at all. He said, and I quote: 'It has a niceâŠcrunchy feeling to it. Did you put some of Donâs inventions in this?'
Which honestly got a couple of chuckles out of the smallest turtle teen of the bunch.
Then, Mikey tried skateboarding! But for once in all his 14 years of livingâŠit was just utterly boring.Â
And after all of that nonsense, Mikey then finally tried reading a comicâŠbut he was too unfocused to even get to the second pageâŠ
But what was really new? Mikey could never focus on jackshit even if said jackshit hit him right in the shell.Â
His brothers and sister would always have to remind him to stay focused or 'not do this' or 'not do that'.
For example, a couple days ago Donnie had to kindly remind the box turtle (wellâŠas kindly as Donnie could be anywayâŠ) to brush his teeth.
To. Brush. His. Fucking. Teeth.Â
And honestly? Having to be reminded to do that was really embarrassing. And the orange banded teen knew his brother didnât mean to humiliate him internallyâŠbutâŠyeah.
And itâs not like the softshell was wrong either! The youngest turtle just couldnât freaking accept that he himself couldnât do such a simple task in the morning.Â
But literally every task he completely fails to do is just utterly simple ones!
Like cleaning his room or not forgetting things or even keeping track of time!Â
âŠAnd the sad part about all of it was Mikey just honestly could not understand how his family havenât gotten sick of his annoying tendenciesâŠ
And letâs be for real hereâŠthat was basically all of his tendencies.Â
The box turtle groaned loudly in his room, slamming his whole body on his bed as he screamed into his pillow.Â
There had to be something he could do instead of just wallowing in his own self pityâŠ
And one of those options could not consist of bothering his family with his random bad mood. They had to put up with him 24/7âŠthe least he could do was give them some space.
The youngest then glanced at his drawing notebook hopefullyâŠ
âŠOne little sketch of something random wouldnât hurt, right?
The amber eyed teen reached for his notebook, grabbing a pen from his drawer as he started to sketch his desk because why the absolute fuck not? Based on the objects heâs drawn in the pastâŠsketching a simple desk should and will be easy, right? Right.Â
That was until the orange banded teenâs pencil tip broke. But it was fine! He could just re-sharpen it, right? Right.
That was until the youngest realized he had absolutely no clue where his sharpener was due to the fact his room looked like a pig stie. And there was no way he was looking for it inâŠthat whole situation.Â
âŠThe situation he created in the first place.Â
Michelangelo layed on his bed with his face staring at the ceiling in frustration, he ran his fingernails along his arms, not making really deep cuts with them but going deep enough for it to hurt a bit.
Like a reasonable turtle would, Mikey should probably get one of his stress toysâŠor better yet, another pencil!
But letâs be for real hereâŠheâd most likely find a way to fuck that up too.
Suddenly, there was a small, quiet knock on Mikeyâs door butâŠin all honesty? He just wanted to crawl into his shell and sob for the next hour and a half. Letting out a niiiiice and quick 'come in' would take way too much energy.Â
The box turtle let out a soft grunt, letting whoever was on the other side know it was a-okay to come in.
Abruptly, Leo peeked in the room, a wide smile plastered on his face as he closed the door, âDamn, MikesterâŠit looks like every single natural disaster went through your roomâŠâ
âIâm cleaning it.â The youngest grumbled to his brother.
âReally? You sure about that, little bro? Because if my memory serves me correct (which it in-fact does), you said that last week. And the week before thatâŠand the week beforeââ
âI SAID IâM FUCKING CLEANING IT!!!â The orange banded turtle snapped, sitting up on the bed to glare at his immediate older brother before slowly realizing what he just did.Â
The youngestâs heart dropped as he looked away from his brother. The orange banded mutantâs eyed widened as silent and small tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth as his other hand turned to a fist, his nails unforgivingly digging into his palm.
âI-Iâm sorryâŠIâm s-sorryâŠI-Iâm so s-sorryâŠ!â He started, rocking himself back and forth before stopping as he was met with a warm embrace. Leonardo hugged him gently but firmly, rubbing the otherâs shell in a comforting hold. âWoah woahâŠ! Bud, you have nothing to apologize forâŠâ The slightly older teen said as he rested his chin on the top of his baby brotherâs head.
âL-Like h-hell I donât. I-I just screamed a-at y-you for no reasonâŠâ Michelangelo wobbly said. âYou were just trying to lighten the mood but I just had to make everything harder like I-I always doâŠ!âÂ
âMikeyââ
âI-I always do this. I-Iâm so f-fucking s-sorry LeoâŠâ
âMikesterâŠI-I appreciate the apology but it seriously isnât necessaryââ
âYouâre probably so sick of me and so angry at me. I-Iâm sorry I justââ
âMikey!â Leo gently yelled to get the otherâs attention, squeezing the smaller turtleâs hands as he stared straight at him with pleading eyes. âDo I look mad?â
ââŠN-No.â
âDo I sound mad?â
ââŠNo.âÂ
The second youngest sadly smiled, âSo what are you apologizing for, hm?â
ââŠI-IâŠdunnoâŠI-I justâŠI just felt I needed to apologizeâŠâ The box turtle mumbled as he looked at his hands. The blue banded turtle sighed, slowly getting out of the hug so him and his little brother faced each other. The slider rubbed the other turtleâs palm with his thumb comfortingly, ââŠDo you wanna talk about it, baby bro?â
The leader in blue was just met with silenceâŠwhich he could honestly work with.
âAngeloâŠyou know you can tell meâŠanything, right? LikeâŠanything. Although, it doesnât have to be me you talk to about it. It could be Raph or Don or April or even Dad or Draxum! I justâŠdonât want you sitting here and bottling up the way you feelâŠâÂ
Silence. Leo continued.
âYouâre always there when we need you, Angel. Whether itâs to vent or to just ramble about shit, youâre justâŠalways there. We donât tell you this enough but we appreciate you always being someone we can lean onâŠâ
Silence. Leo continued.
âButâŠyou do know you can lean on us too, right? Comfort goes both ways and I can see youâre hurting, buddy. So pleaseâŠif you need to talk to meâŠIâm right here.â
Mikey sniffled, squeezing Leoâs hand, âI-I d-dunno. Today is justâŠweird. This whole week has just beenâŠweird.â Leo nodded, giving his brother his full undivided attention, âHow so?â
âI justâŠhavenât been able to do anythingâŠâ The smaller teen admitted.
âWhat do you mean?â The taller teen inquired.Â
âI havenât been able to doâŠanything. Like, I canât draw, cook or even skateboard! Me!!! Not being able to skateboardâ isnât that crazy?!â The amber eyed turtle laughed bitterly.
âAnd itâs not like I canât do it. Iâm perfectly freaking capable of doing it in the right amount of time I want but my brain just. wonât. let. me!âÂ
âI keep procrastinating and not doing the stuff I want to do and I have no idea why! Iâm tired of just putting things off and being this way! I want to do things without having to ask you guys for help or to remind me or to relate it with a hyperfixation that I have!â Mikey hiccuped, a new wave of tears rolling down his face as his hands shook.Â
The amber eyed teen sniffled, refusing to look at his immediate older brother at all right now becauseâŠholy shit he just overshared a whole lotâŠ
LikeâŠa whoooooooooole freaking lot.
ââŠThat sounds like you.â Leonardo shrugged.Â
In a state of just shock and confusion, the box turtle pulled his hands away from his brother, looking up at him as lime green eyes met amber ones. âIâŠwhatâŠ?â Michelangelo murmured.
âI said that sounds like you.â Leo said again casually as Mikey glared at him, âYeah. I heard what you said but that isnât helpful.â
âIâm just being honest with you, Mikester.â Leo said, âJustâŠlet me explain, okay?â
ââŠYou have five minutes before I kick you out of my room.âÂ
âDeal.â The lime green eyed mutant commented, âYou canât draw, cook or skateboard right now. Youâre procrastinating and not doing the stuff you want to do in the time you plannedâŠis that correct?âÂ
Michelangelo sent deathly daggers to his brotherâ which the other wasnât phased by at all. This time was probably the best time to crawl in his own shell and just sob his eyes out because what kind of dumbass question was his dumbass brother asking him?!
ââŠYes.â The orange banded teen mumbled.Â
âAndâŠwhy are those bad things?âÂ
âWHY?!â The box turtle huffed out a laugh of annoyance, âPfftâ youâre asking me why. Maybe itâs because itâs annoying?! Maybe because itâs frustrating to deal with and I donât want to burden you guys with my problems?! Maybe because I donât want to fucking feel or be this way?!â The youngest shouted, breathing heavily as he finished his rant.Â
The box turtle looked away again, silently cursing at himself for getting annoyed so easily. âMikey.â Leo started again, âYour being too hard on yourself, okay? No one is expecting you to be at your 100% all the time.âÂ
âWhat you just described to me; you being able to not focus or you getting bored easily or procrastinating with stuff isâŠliterally you. Youâre just being you.â The slider explained as he held his baby brotherâs hand in his. âAnd I get it. Itâs hard to deal with it sometimes and itâs going to be hella frustrating. LikeâŠsuper borderline frustrating. But you canât shun them away and justâŠtry to ignore them, bubsâŠâ
âLetâs take moi for example. Iâm impulsive, I talk loud and lose things daily. Those three things donât make up my whole personality but it would be super weird and off-putting if I justâŠdidnât do or have those three things, right?âÂ
The youngest giggled wetly, âYeahâŠit would. A-And by the way, Iâm still waiting for you to find that glittery pen kit I gave youâŠâ
Leonardo groaned loudly and dramatically, causing the other teen to giggle louder, âIâm looking for it, okay?! Itâs in my roomâŠsomewhere.â The taller mutant mused, âBut anywaysâŠback to you. You procrastinate, you relate things to your hyperfixations and you canât do some of your favorite tasks from time to timeâŠthose are some traits that make up you, is it not?âÂ
Mikey sniffled, rolling his eyes playfully due to the fact he knew damn well where this was going, âYeahâŠâÂ
Leo smiled softly, seeing his younger brother was starting to get his point, âI wouldnât change a single thing about you, okay? I know sometimes itâs hard to deal with the things you described but you have us for that.â He said as his smile turned to a grin.Â
âYou can come to meâ to usâ anytime. We love you for who you areâŠyour flaws and all and we justâŠI-I need you to know that we love you so so muchâ!â The slider was cut off by a sudden abrupt embrace from the box turtle. The orange banded teen sobbed into the otherâs shoulder, clutching the taller turtle like a lifeline.Â
âT-Thank youâŠâ The box turtle wobbly said through tears. Â
âOf course, Angel.â Leo said as he hugged his baby brother back, âI love you.â He said as he kissed the other teen on the head.
âI-I l-love you tooâŠâ
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âTell your thoughts to shut up.â Leo said as he lightly poked Mikey in the forehead numerous times. The two were sitting on the box turtleâs bed just simplyâŠrelaxing and enjoying each otherâs company. Michelangelo was sitting in between his older brotherâs legs as he had his shell to his brotherâs plastron.
Leonardo hugged his brother protectively, resting his chin on the top of the box turtleâs head. âWhat do you mean?â The youngest giggled out. âI can hear your thoughts, man. Youâre not bothering me or disturbing me in any way, shape or form, alrightâŠ?âÂ
The amber eyed turtle nodded, squeezing Leoâs hand, âY-YeahâŠI know...âÂ
âIâm choosing to be here because I love you. I donât feel obligated to be here, okay? Youâre not annoying and you, neither your problems are a burdenâŠokay?â The slider said reassuringly, âItâs okay to ask us for helpâŠand we donât mind reminding you to do thingsâŠokay?âÂ
âYouâve said âokayâ like, fifty timesâŠâ
âMikey.âÂ
âMhmâŠyeah yeahâŠI gotchaâŠâ
The elder looked at his brother skeptically, resting his chin on his little brotherâs shoulder so they made solid eye contact, âI want you to say it.âÂ
ââŠSay what exactly?â
âI want you to say that you are an amazing person and you donât need to change a single thing about yourself.âÂ
âYou are an amazing person and you donât need to change a single thing about yourself.â Michelangelo grinned smugly. Leonardo glared at the youngestâs interpretation to his statement, âMikey, you know exactly what I meant.âÂ
âI said what you wanted me to sayâŠsoâŠâ The amber eyed teen trailed off.
âMichelangelo.â The slider said in a warning tone as he poked the otherâs side. The box turtle squeaked at the unexpected touch, trying to stop his immediate older brother from doing it again but his brother had a strong but gentle grip on himâŠ
Then the smallest turtle came to recognition that he was stuck in a potential tickle hug with no way outâŠ
âŠHow wonderful.Â
âL-LeeheeoâŠdoohoo nahat.â The orange banded mutant warned through his giggles, said warning not seeming too threatening due to the fact he was already laughing up a storm. The leader in blue raised a brow, poking the otherâs side repeatedly, âI just want you to repeat what I saidâŠin the first person.â The taller teen specified.
The smaller turtle squirmed in the hug, small frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth. ThisâŠreally wasnât how he was expecting his day to go. Just about an hour ago, he was wallowing in sadness about the stuff he hated about himself, to talking about it with his brother, to now getting tickled by his brother.
âŠSo could he really complain about how things turned out?
âŠYes. Yes, he absolutely could. Â
âLeeheeon! Plehease dohonât!â The youngest squealed as one of his brotherâs hands hovered over his stomach. Mikey held onto the otherâs wrists, trying to stop his elder brother from tickling him but his small attempts ending up to be all for nothing as Leo effortlessly tickled his stomach with one hand.
âLEEHEEHAHAHA!!â Michelangelo laughed wholeheartedly, swatting at his brotherâs arms. The lime green eyed turtle cooed at the gesture, now using both of his hands to attack the youngestâs plastron, âD'awwâŠlook at you giggling your head off~! Youâre my adorable little bundle of amazingness, arenât you~?â
The smaller teen shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, âSTAHAâ squeal N-NAHAHA!â
âWhat~? What was that?â The blue banded mutant asked as he kneaded the box turtleâs hips. âGYAHAHâ squeal SHIHIHIT! COHOME OHAHAN!!!â The amber eyed turtle cried frantically as he kicked his legs on the mattress slightly.Â
The youngest squealed with laughter, curling in on himself as he slumped in his big brotherâs hold. Leonardo just sighed fondly at the action, wrapping the other in another hug as he raspberried his neck. âLEEHEEHEE!! PLAHAHâ squeak NAHAHAT THEHERE squeak PLEHEASE PLEHEASEâ squeak!!!â
âNot there~?â The elder lightly mocked, âWhat aboutâŠhere~?â He mused as he used his hands to scribble all over the younger turtleâs ribs. Mikey cackled, shaking his head to try and at least subside the tickly feelings.
âNAHAHAâ squeal AHAHAHA!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EHEâ squeal EHEHEITHER!!! LEEHEEO!!â The orange banded turtle squeaked as Leo stopped for a second, âIâve tried sooooo many spots, buddy! How many times are you gonna say not there, hm?â
Mikey genuinely squawked louder than a firefighter siren, squirming so much it looked like he was actually being electrocuted. âPLEHEHAHA LEEHEEO NAHAHAT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!!!â He cackled.Â
âNot the riiiibs~? Why~? Is it because itâs your tickle spot~? Your tickletickletickle spot~? Because youâre ticklish~?â Leonardo asked as he lightly nibbled the crook of Mikeyâs neck.Â
Michelangelo screamed in laughter, scrunching up his shoulders as he dug his heels on the bed, a couple of his plushies sadly falling on the floor (R.I.P. manâŠ) âEEEHEEHEEP!!! S-STAHAP BEEHEEING MEEHEAN!â Mikey said as he thrashed on the bed.Â
The slider said nothing, his hands sneaking up to the box turtleâs underarms. âAAAAHAHAHA! OHO NOHOHOâ squeak SHIT! SHIHIHAHAT!â
Happy tears slowly begin to appear in the smallest teenâs eyes, he weakly hit Leoâs arms as a last attempt to be set free, âLEHEHEMME squeal GOHOHOHO!âÂ
âOhonly if you sahay it, bubs.âÂ
âIHIHIâ SQUEAK!! LEEHEEHEEON!!!âÂ
âYeeeees, baby brother~?â The elder dragged out as he kneaded the otherâs hips.
âIHIâLL SAHAY IHIHAT I-IHIHIâLL SAHAHAY IHIT!!â The amber eyed teen squealed.Â
âAnd you promise not to be a sassy little shit about it~?â The older teen asked.
âSQUEAK YEHAHAHAâ SQUEAK YEHES YEHES I-I PROHOHOMISE!âÂ
Leo stopped tickling his little brother, hugging him protectively as the youngest caught his breath slowly but surely. âW-WahaitâŠwhahat squeak wahas ihihat yohou eeheeven wahanted me squeak to sahay again?âÂ
The taller turtle pondered for a bit, thinking to himself before loudly groaning, âThatâsâŠa good damn question. I donât really remember exactly what I wanted you to say in the first placeâŠâ The lime green eyed turtle sighed, âForgetfulness at its finest...âÂ
The red eared slider adjusted himself, making sure the other was comfortable before starting to speak again, âWellâŠbased on what we talked aboutâŠcould you maybe justâŠy'knowâŠâ Leo gestured with his hands before groaning, âDo you get what Iâm trying to say, man?âÂ
ââŠI thihink I have ahan ideaâŠâ Mikey giggled as he fiddled with his hands, âI shouldnât beat myself up so much because of some of my traits or quirks. And Iâm allowed to feel frustrated and/or upset because things donât go my way because of them. ButâŠI shouldnât allow those things to put me down...â
Michelangelo smiled softly, rubbing his palm with his thumb, âThey donât define me as a person but they make me a person. I donât need to be at my best 100% and Iâm allowed to have bad days. And if things get too overwhelming or difficult I can just go to you guys.âÂ
Mikey hugged himself, letting out a small laugh as his happy tears welled up in his eyes, âIâm justâŠbeing me. And thereâs nothing wrong with that.â Leonardo teared up at his brotherâs words, hugging him tighter than he ever had before and burying his face at the back of the youngestâs head.
âNever forget that, MiguelitoâŠnever forget that.âÂ
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Hobie Hc's!!
warnings: none really just stuff about kissing :) (I'm not projecting you are) somethings may be misspelled and/or grammatically incorrect if so please let me know so I can fix it!
He likes to paint his nails and will paint yours if you ask nicely.
Hobie forces you to help during wash day, you donât really have a choice anymore.
He definitely lives with you no matter if you're from his universe or youâre a fellow spider, he will find a way.
He definitely pierces himself but if you ask him to pierce you, he will refuse because he's too afraid to hurt you :(
Hobie babysits mayday for peter b. When he and Mj wanna have alone time
This man can't cook for the life of him. I feel like he would try to cook reader a romantic dinner but damn near burns down the kitchen and has to order takeout (he was really disappointed, but he made it up to you in cuddles and neck kisses
THIS MAN IS THE SLOPPIEST KISSER EVER. he doesn't take criticism.
He's not really a big fan of pda, with the exception of hugs and handholding,Â
but if he feels someone is flirting with you and you don't realize or if someone was making you uncomfortable, heâll come up from behind and give you a few kisses on the neck and ask if that person is bothering you.
When you guys are alone all he wants is to be all over you
When you guys cuddle, he prefers to be the little spoon.Â
A/n: I hope you guys enjoy the food. I'm gonna try and more active with writing :3
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Afflicted: Harley & Jacob
Chapter 2: Ruins
Chapter 2 is finally ready.
Many, MANY thanks to my friend @redreart for once again creating the most beautiful chapter art a girl could dream of! Your support and your talent are literal life savers. I love you!
And to @hotmessteaparty, thank you SO MUCH for beta reading, you always manage to blow me away with the amount of work you do. Thank you for the endless hours spent on helping me hash out the things in my brain. I love you đđđ and am incredibly grateful.
I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! I have plenty more to go, these fics will be loooong, and chapter 3 is already fleshed out.
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hi please feel free to ignore this but ive been having a rough time and would adore some regressor phantom hurt/comfort. maybe little guy bends too far on stage and hurts himself or something, idk just so long as their comfort â€ïž
He was so desperate to impress Dew that when Dew has pointed the floor, expecting him to drop to his knees before him, he had done, no questions asked. The problem was it was outdoor venue. And it was raining. Just as he was bending backwards to get his head to hit the floor behind him, his knee slipped, causing his back to jolt.Â
 Immediately he felt pain spark all the way up his spine and down to the bottom of his back. He let out a whine, hoping Dew didnât hear him, and he gently bent himself back up into a upright position. More pain bloomed under his skin as he did, he felt it wrap around his spine and constrict.Â
He played as usual, not wanting anyone to guess something was wrong. The pain was bad, each step he took make it worse. By the end of the show heâs limping, his head is spinning with the fuzzy feeling he gets when he feels small. During final bows heâs next to Rain, and he squeezes the water ghouls hand tightly, feeling like heâll topple over if he doesnât. Rain gives him a look, even under his mask Phantom can feel it, itâs like Rain knows.Â
He lets Rain pull him off stage, whimpering as soon as theyâre hidden backstage, feeling tears fall down his cheek behind his mask.Â
âH-hurts, Rainy. Hurts.â
Rain pulls him into his dressing room, shutting the door behind him.Â
âI know, baby. I saw what happened.âÂ
He undoes Phantomâs helmet, pulling off his head, cooing as he does.Â
âOh, thereâs no need to tears, babyboy.â
Phantom sniffles, a new batch of tears flowing down his cheeks.Â
âHurts so badly, Rainy. I donât-I canât-âÂ
Heâs cut off by a sob wracking thought him.Â
âPlease help me. Make the hurt stop.â His bottom lip wobbles.Â
Rain brushes the tears on his cheeks away with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles on his cheek.Â
âIâve got you, baby. Gunna look after you, make you feel better.âÂ
Rain very carefully peels Phantomâs shirt off. Phantom whimpers the whole time, his eyes screwing shut as he sobs out again.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, darling. But we have to get it off to help you.âÂ
Phantom whimpers again, his eyes still screwed shut, shaking his head.Â
Rain coos at him again, finally pulling shirt off him,Â
âBeing so good for me, baby. So brave for me.âÂ
Phantom perks up a little at the praise, letting out a little chirp at the praise.Â
Before any of them can say anything, the dressing room door opens and Dew walks in. Heâs changed from his stage uniform, wearing black sweatpants and no shirt, his hair down from its braid, the black stage makeup still smudged around his eyes and mouth.Â
âHow bad is it? I saw his leg slip, it canât be good, right?âÂ
âI donât think itâs that bad.â Rain rubs at Phantomâs belly in a confronting way. âI think heâs just pulled a muscle, I donât think thereâs any bruising or swelling.âÂ
Dew checks over Phantomâs back, humming in agreement with Rain.Â
âNo swelling or bruising.â He presses carefully at a couple of different spots on Phantomâs back, making him hiss out at one particular spot at the bottom of his spine. âHurts there, little one?âÂ
Phantom nods, pouting at Dew with wet eyes.Â
âHurts, Dewy.âÂ
Dew pouts back at him.Â
âI bet, sweetheart.â He ruffles Phantomâs hair. âDo you want me and Rainy to make it better?â Phantom nods, still pouting, but the tears have slowed. Dew presses a little kiss to the bottom of his back. âCome lie down on the sofa with us, baby.âÂ
Rain manoeuvres Phantom so he's led in between Himself and Dew, his back to Dew. Phantom buries his face in Rains neck, still whimpering slightly. Phantom letâs out a small gasp feeling Dew get increasingly more warm behind him, making both ghouls giggle at him. âYou like that, little one?â Dew noses at his shoulders, his hand wiggling between Phantom and Rains bellyâs to rub at Phantom's.Â
Phantom gives a little wiggle and a chirp.Â
âFeels nice. Warm.âÂ
Rain presses a kiss to the top of his head, intwining his hand with Dewâs other hand, taking one of Phantom's in his other.Â
âDewy making you feel better?âÂ
Phantom hums, snuggling him deeper into both of them.Â
âWeâve got some time before we have to be on the bus, why donât have a nap, baby? Weâll wake you up when itâs time to go.â Dew presses a kiss to the back of his head.Â
Phantom fidgets a little, letting out another little whine.Â
âTail?âÂ
Rain huff a laugh, bringing the spade of his tail up to Phantomâs lips. Phantom parts his lips, accepting Rainâs in his mouth, sucking gently at the spade.Â
Dew letâs out a little giggle at him.Â
âThat better?â
Phantom nods, his eyes finally slipping closed.Â
Somehow the other two end up falling asleep, the rhythmic breathing of Phantom slowly pulling them onto a peaceful sleep.Â
Thatâs how Copia finds them, tangled up on the dressing sofa, fast asleep. Theyâd been waiting on the bus for them for an hour before he set off looking for them, hoping and praying that they hadnât left the venue on their own.Â
He runs a hand through Phantomâs hair, watching as the small ghoul twitches in his sleep, his eyes slowly fluttering open.Â
âHi there, little one.â Phantom blinks bleary eyed at him, sucking on the tail thatâs still in his mouth.Â
Copia runs a finger down his cheek.
âWhatâve you got there?âÂ
Phantom's eyes flicker to Rain.Â
âOh, youâve got Rainyâs tail?âÂ
Phantom gives a small squeak and nod, sucking a little harder on the tail. Copia smiles sweetly down at him.Â
âYeah? Thatâs nice of him, hmm?âÂ
Phantom nods again, feeling a little more awake now.Â
âDo you think you three could continue your cuddle pile on the bus? Weâve been looking for you all.âÂ
He tickles under Phantom's chin, making the small ghoul squeal and squirm.Â
The other two wake up at the noise and motion and grin sheepishly up at Copia, hoping the man wonât be too mad at them for making them a little behind schedule. Heâs not, he would never be, especially the sight of them all cuddled up is so cute.Â
On the bus, Phantom forgets all about his back, especially when heâs pulled into the middle of a cuddle pile including everyone. He happily laps up all the attention and cuddles, a goofy smile of his face and a loud purr rumbling though his chest.Â
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Another kiss!!!
35
- Edwin/cat king again lmao (I love mess)
35âŠto gain something
"I can think of one person who would have the information that you need, but you're not going to like it."
Both Edwin and Charles turn to Crystal curiously, to see her pointing at Charles, even though usually her plans are things that Edwin won't like.
He turns to look at Charles, who turns to look at him at the same time. They both shrug and turn back to Crystal.
Edwin raises an eyebrow in question, and Charles tilts his head to one side.
Crystal makes a face at them both, "Well, there is one person who is a couple hundred years old, who may know what kind of shit this witch is involved with since he was able to help with Esther."
"Ah," Edwin says, realizing who she meant at the same time that Charles scoffs.
"You're really not saying that we ask the Cat King for help, are you?" he says, and then turns to Edwin, who hasn't said anything, because Crystal isn't wrong.
They need information, and the Cat King would be their best bet.
"You are not seriously considering this after he trapped you in his 'kingdom' and tried to-"
"Charles," Edwin says, turning to face him. "While I understand where you are coming from, I've already told you that we ended things on good terms, and I'm not upset about what he did anymore."
He lifts an eyebrow pointedly, asking why Charles is still so upset about it.
Charles grumbles under his breath, but doesn't exactly say anything, so Edwin turns back to Crystal, who is looking at Charles with a pointed expression that she turns on Edwin, who just raises an eyebrow in response.
"Well, it seems like we know what to do next," he says, and tugs against the sleeves of his shirt, clearing his throat. "Maybe I should-"
"No," both Charles and Crystal say at the same time.
Edwin raises both of his eyebrows at them both.
"We're on a time crunch, god only knows what he'd ask you for if you're on your own," Crystal says, crossing her arms and smirking.
At the same time Charles steps closer and says, "There's no way you're going to meet him on your own after what happened last time."
Edwin's eyes dart all over Charles' face, and he softens at the obvious worry marring his features.
"Fine," Edwin says. "But this time, actually let me do all the talking."
Both Crystal and Charles turn and look at each other momentarily, before turning back to Edwin. Edwin sighs at the look on both of their faces, but ignores them both to walk over to the mirror.
Might as well get this over with.
Edwin presses his hand to the mirror and barely has to concentrate before he's sure he's got the right destination.
It's not like this will be the first time that he's used this mirror to travel back to Port Townsend.
Charles grabs on to Edwin's hand as he goes to walk through, and Edwin doesn't really question the move, just tightens his hold on Charles' hand as Charles grabs on to Crystal's hand, who snorts like she finds this whole thing ridiculous. Edwin ignores them both as he walks through.
They walk out right inside of the warehouse, cats yowling and cursing out of their way.
Edwin looks to Charles and Crystal to make sure that they are both out before he lets go of Charles' hand. Charles looks around, frowning, probably because there wasn't a mirror leaning against the wall the last time they'd been here.
He gives Edwin a look that Edwin ignores as he makes his way through the cats and towards the throne, still ostentatiously on top of a pile of crates and towering over the rest of the room. Edwin walks right up to the crates that serve as steps up to the throne, and waits for the cat licking it's paw right on the bottom step to nod its head before he walks up two steps and looks at Thomas, inclining his head a little, which is as close to bowing as he's willing to get.
Thomas grins, wide and pleased. He's lounging on his throne sideways, one leg hooked on the arm, and seems to have not put on a shirt, which Edwin knows is only for his benefit. He tries not to look as flustered as he feels.
"Seeing as you brought the old ball and chain and his side piece, I'm assuming this is for business not pleasure?"
"Quite right," Edwin replies, ignoring Charles and Crystal sputtering in protest behind him. "We're searching for any information that you can give us on how to break a spell a witch has on a fire breathing entity."
"Ah," he says, and then gets to his feet in one swift movement.
Edwin's eyes drop down his chest, and he looks away hurriedly.
"Well then, I certainly do have a little book around here somewhere that should be very helpful, but it'll cost ya."
He leans in meaningfully and raises his eyebrows pointedly, eyes darting down to Edwin's lips.
He looks both mischievous and desperate, and Edwin straightens up at the implication.
Charles says something, but Edwin isn't paying attention.
"Fine," Edwin replies. "I'll do one thing to make you happy, and you give me the book. No binding spells, and certainly no talk of punishments."
Both Charles and Crystal are suspiciously silent behind him, and he would love to turn and check on them, but Thomas takes another step closer, smiling too wide and pleased, like the cat that caught the canary.
"Should we take this somewhere private?" he asks, lifting his eyebrows.
"No," Edwin says, and both Charles and Crystal echo him. He's not planning on doing anything too salacious. And taking a trip to the Cat King's lair is not in the cards, given the time crunch they are under. "Here is fine."
Before anyone can say or do anything else, Edwin takes the last step up which leads him right into Thomas' personal space, which takes him aback.
Edwin smiles, and fists the open collar of his coat and pulls him in.
Edwin doesn't have any experience in kissing, but after Monty, he'd done the research. Niko had helped him, and while everything you read didn't translate well enough into practical application, he was sure that his inexperience won't actually matter.
He's sure that that is part of the appeal for Thomas, but he does like having the upperhand every now and again.
So Edwin kisses him, with his limited experience and vast knowledge, lips pressed together chastely, once, twice, three times, before dragging his tongue across his mouth, which he hadn't expected to have any reaction given the way that Thomas was practically pliant and unmoving in his hands, as though Edwin shocked him into stillness.
But Thomas moves then, placing his hands at the back of Edwin's head as he tilts his head and opens his mouth to Edwin's. And this time when Edwin licks into his mouth the kiss changes, and he makes a low sound, understanding now why tongues are so involved in the graphic novels that Niko insists he read.
Edwin isn't sure how long they kiss, because he doesn't need to breathe, but it's enough for him to see exactly what Charles meant by a kiss not being felt on the lips but in the head.
He pulls away once he's aware that a lot of time has passed, and Thomas looks dazed, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed, lips parted.
Edwin curbs the instinct to push in and kiss him again, by pushing him away. Thomas stumbles a few steps before he drops to sit back on his throne.
Edwin swallows and resists the urge to tug against his clothes like they're too tight.
"Was that satisfactory?"
Thomas laughs, a bubbly thing that seems involuntarily, but he's grinning more happy and satisfied than before.
"For now, yeah," he answers, lazily and out of breath.
He waves a hand in the air, and a book materializes in Edwin's hands.
"Thank you," Edwin says, gratefully, turning the book in his hands.
"No, thank you," Thomas replies, almost purring.
Edwin turns around before he decides that the kiss wasn't enough and stops short one foot on the steps leading down.
Crystal and Charles are just staring at him in silence. Crystal with a wide and delighted grin, while Charles frowned, loudly.
"What?" Edwin asks, lifting one hand to his hair and then putting it back down.
Charles scoffs, and turns around, stalking back towards the mirror. Crystal follows after him, bouncing and sending Edwin a thumbs up as she goes.
Edwin looks back to Thomas to see if he understood what just happened any better than he did, but Thomas just grins lazily, and blows him a kiss.
Edwin turns around quickly and almost stumbles down the last two steps in his hurry to follow after his friends.
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Meowdy Saint! ^^
What sort of havoc does Teo get into? Like besides smashing taillights.... aka... what am I going to see when Im stalking checking up on him?
âŠăANSWERED: He's quite literally tied up in your closet right now...... I fear he's not doing much!! /silly
"Teo, I don't think this is legal..."
"Aw, don't get your panties in a twist, doll." Ignoring your words, Teo easily hoists himself over the chainlink fence and throws a casual look in your direction. "You're the one who said it was getting stuffy in the nightclub. Didn't you want to cool down?"
You glance between Teo and the empty public pool on the other side of the fence. "...I did. But this wasn't what I had in mind."
"No, but it's what I had in mind." Rolling his eyes at your hesitancy towards being rebellious, Teo throws a leg back over the fence once more and jumps off. He lands in his previous spot in the dirt with a grunt and offers you a hand. "C'mere. I'll help you over."
It takes one very large, noticeable moment before your feet start to move. Hesitancy is still thick in the air â and even in the forefront of your mind â but you somehow find it hard to say no to Teo when he's giving you those soft eyes and trademark smirk.
"C'mon. It'll be fine."
"We'll get in trouble." You manage to breathe out before you feel a pair of muscular arms around your waist. There's no time for you to react as Teo wordlessly hoists you over the fence and sits you atop the large steel bar that holds everything in place â before hoisting himself over as well.
However, he doesn't seem to wait for you to join him as the taller male takes a few steps toward the pool to suss everything out. And with a satisfied nod, he finally turns back to face you once more.
"We'll get in trouble?" With a scoff, he crosses his arms over his broad chest â making a point to flex his muscles and cock out his hip. "By who? That broken diving board?"
With an eye roll, you push yourself from the fence and jump down. "I don't know, but the... authorities... or something!"
"Don't see anyone around. Just you and me here, doll."
"W-Well... What about the cameras?" Even with nothing but the moonlight to illuminate your surroundings, you can still make out the shape of something circular in the corner of the main building.
"Oh, yeah. Forgot about those." Teo drawls as he begins to tug off his shirt. "Then we should probably give that lucky security guard a show, huh."
"Are you serious?!" You purposefully look away once he starts to remove his belt buckle. Suddenly, the questionable stain on the concrete was far more interesting than your half-naked companion. "No way!"
The sounds of something metallic hitting the floor ring in your ears before more rustling follows... Until the obnoxious sounds of water splashing everywhere drown out Teo's laughter and the rapid beating of your heart.
"Aw, you feelin' shy?" Teo's teasing lilt can be heard from somewhere within the pool as you fight the urge to look in his direction. "Gonna cry? At least let me see it."
At that, you whip your head and send him a sharp glare. It's your turn now to cross your arms over your chest, but Teo doesn't seem to acknowledge it with the way he dives back into the water and sloshes around without a care in the world.
Admittedly, it did look like he was having fun â and the droplets from all his splashing did feel nice against your bare skin.
But when your silence finally kicks in and makes itself known towards the dark-haired man, he turns to you with a serious expression and ceases his antics.
"If you really don't wanna be here, then I'll drive you home." Teo mentions offhandedly, "But the water's nice 'n cool. You're honestly missing out, dollface."
Not that you'd ever admit it out loud, but Teo did look all sorts of breathtaking as he casually waded through the water. His wet, tanned skin was glistening underneath the moonlight, and it was one of the rare occasions where he'd slick his hair back to give you the perfect view of his grey eyes â which seemed to be staring back at you with an intimate gleam to them.
Choking out a stutter, you try your best to brush it off by perching yourself on the ledge and dipping your feet into the pool.
"People have probably peed in here, y'know." You kick a bit of water in your companion's direction, but he easily brushes it off and splashes you back with his hand. You don't miss the way Teo fully turns his towards you, nor how he seems to be slowly inching his way closer to your spot by the edge of the pool.
"We can do something more indecent in here if you're up for it."
"Teo!" Your voice raises a few octaves, though you don't show any other signs of protest. "Don't you have your own pool, anyway?"
"Aw, where's the fun in that? Don't you wanna experience a new kind of thrill every once in a while?"
"..."
You despised the fact that he was right. Perhaps one of the main reasons you often found yourself drawn to Teo was because of how much excitement he brought into your life. Sometimes, it was nice to break the cycle of monotony... And Teo just so happened to be one of the very few people who could do that for you.
With a resigned sigh, you glance back at Teo and move to take off your shirt.
"See? Knew there was a reason I kept you around." He gives you a genuine smile this time, but you were too preoccupied with discarding your clothing somewhere safe to notice it. "This is why you're more fun than the others."
Teo swims closer to your side now â close enough to rest against the ledge and cage your thighs with his muscular arms. And had you chosen to look down at him, you would've noticed the soft look in his eyes and the faint blush on his cheeks.
"...Thanks for indulging me all the time."
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