#this will only make the gap between us bigger and he will forget about me!!!!!!!! 🥲

[skunkg1rll]

🦨💭

[ddejavvu]

Just thinking about dbf! James walking in on r masturbating and she’s all like “James pls…” and he’s like “you called me?” And he’s all smug and teasing and r is a bit of a crybaby and apologizing but James is just like “what a naughty girl with her dirty little mind” LIKE ABSOLUTELY FERAL

this post is 18+, minors dni.

obvious cw for dbf/age gap, don't read if it'll make you uncomfortable.

The sound of the door opening is the absolute last thing you want to hear while two fingers are securely tucked into your cunt, but it swings open before you have time to withdraw them. You're laying beneath a blanket, but you doubt you look casual.

"Hey-!" You babble, voice strained as you try conjuring up some disgruntled remark. The man standing in the doorway knocks the breath out of your lungs, though, and you gape, "James?"

"That's my name," He muses, traipsing into your room like he's asking you what you want for dinner. You're frozen, shamefully so, and though your muscles tense as he walks forwards, you can't move any of your limbs. Shock has completely overtaken you, and you can't fight or flee.

"You were calling it just a minute ago," He continues, his steps slow and deliberately casual as he reaches the end of your bed, "Any reason?"

"No," You lie, but he's reaching for the corner of your bedcovers before you can stop him, and when he pulls them towards himself, they slide off of your obscene form.

"Ah," He nods in understanding, eyes fixed on your fingers frozen between the puffy lips of your glistening cunt, "That's why, isn't it, darling?"

"James," You whimper, and you're not sure whether you're pleading for him to leave you, to forget about this, or if you're pleading him to stay and watch.

"You wanted me to come help you, sweetheart?" He asks, lowering himself to perch on the end of your bed. The worst part of it all is your body's still stubborn insistence on staying right where it is, despite the mortification that seeps through your veins the longer you lay there frozen, laid out before him.

"Come here, let's see," He hums, reaching for your hand. His fingers ghost dangerously along the soft skin of your inner thighs, and he gently pulls your fingers out of your cunt.

You're close to tears.

You're almost paralyzed, you don't know why you can't move, why you can't leap from the bed and make a mad dash for the bathroom and beg him not to tell another living soul what he'd seen. But you remain frustratingly lax as he drags your hand up to his face, inspecting your slick-soaked digits.

"That won't do," He hums, frowning at the circumference of your fingers, "You need something bigger, don't you darling? Something better?"

"James-" Your mind seems to be stalling just the same as your limbs, his name the only thing you can repeat.

He holds your wrist, glancing away from your fingers to your face, "Can I help you, darling? Do you want my help?"

There's knots of nerves in your chest, their ends fraying until eventually they come apart and fill your body with a static haze. You want nothing more than his help, but that's a fantasy, that's something you can't have.

He kisses the skin of your wrist, letting your slick-soaked fingers brush a line against his cheek, leaving a glimmering trail behind them. Your lips part and you sigh, but it's not the answer he's looking for.

"Yes or no, darling? Can I help you?"

Your heart wins out over your head, or maybe it's your pussy doing the talking, but the word 'yes' escapes your mouth before you can consider the ramifications it might bring. He grins, so bright and soft that it feels like the sun's gentle rays, and you feel its heat when he parts his lips to suck your fingers into his mouth. His spit is warm and slick as he sucks your fingers clean, and you watch them glisten with his saliva in the low light of your bedroom when he draws them out to murmur, "That's a good girl. Just let me help you, you won't ever have to use your fingers again, sweetheart."

[httpiastri]

I need an opinion on a thought that’s been brewing and as saviour of the Paul girlies i think you may be the only one for the job…

Yeah ima just spit it out : Paul Aron size kink

I could leave it there however i simply do not want to I have too many thoughts, i mean obviously First his hands like oh my god??? How FUCKING TALL he is, how fucking built, also his back omg it is so big and I am SO attracted to it like honestly i could take the best nap of my life on there!!!!!! WEARING HOS CLOTHES!!!!!! And he just feels all protective and territorial because he never realised how much smaller than him you were till he sees you wearing his clothes making them look huge!!!! Him realising that it’s making him feel some kinda way iykwim cause he’s literally so much bigger and stronger, and not only is he bigger and stronger but also you trust him so fully anyway (please dont feel any pressure to respond if you dont wanna, and verry sorry about my English lol)

bestie you’re doing god’s work 🙏 thank you SO much for this oh my god. my brain stopped working for quite some time because i loved this too much. i love you, whoever you are <3<3

(headcanons are under the cut because yes, i went a little overboard. but as i said, i loved this too much......guys pls keep the paul asks incoming, they're literally making my days)

(oh and 18+ below. 😁)

– when he starts to realize how big his hands look on you, he won't be able to keep them away from you. he's always got a hand on your body.

– he's driving? a hand on your thigh. you're in public? a hand wrapped around your waist. out with friends? your hand is intertwined with his, no questions asked.

– when holding your hands, he's so surprised every time. he forgets that your hands are that small and the way that his fingers fill the gaps between yours makes him feel so special.

– he loves the way it looks when his hands wrap around the inside of your thighs, and how easy it is for him to pry your legs apart. his palms cover up most of your skin, fingers fitting right along your curves and folds.

– he loves holding both of your wrists in just one of his hands above your head as the other palms your bare ribs. he loves wrapping a hand around your neck, his thumb brushing up and down the front of your throat, feeling your pulse and breaths under his finger. he loves the way he can grab so much of your hair in just one hand.

– he loves using his hands and fingers to rile you up, to pleasure you, to make you feel so so good.

– the first time he saw you wearing his clothes, he almost combusted. his eyes widened so big you thought they would pop out of their sockets…

– it made him realize just how much bigger he is. like, he knew he was tall, but is the difference really THIS big? when he sees you wearing that hoodie of his that's been getting kind of tight recently when he's been putting in some extra work in he gym, and it's so long on you it meets the middle of your thighs, he's swept off his feet. he almost doesn't believe it.

– of course, after that, he thinks he's going to be a little sneaky about it and 'forget' clothes at your place every once in a while. the first time it happens, you text him like "hey, your sweater is here, do you want me to bring it over?" but he tells you it's no stress and that you can keep it for a while… and it makes you suspicious at first, until you realize what he's doing.

– and of course, you can't help but give in to the temptation. you do want to wear his clothes, too, after all. so the next time he comes over, you're wearing said sweatshirt, and his jaw practically drops to the floor when you open the door for him and you're looking up at him with those sweet, innocent eyes.

– so after that, it becomes a habit. he's got a bunch of clothes at your place, and you love wearing them. and when he wears a shirt he's seen you wear, he always feels a bit special. "she looked so tiny in this… but it fits me so well…"

– he gets so protective in some way, because he suddenly sees you as someone so small and in need of protection. he never wants anything or anyone to bother his sweet little baby ever again.

– and it's not just shirts, but also sweatpants and most other clothes too. whenever you're out and you 'forget' to bring a jacket of your own, he always offers you his. and you always practically drown in the material, making his heart flutter so hard.

– i also think he would freak out if you wore his boxers… (in a good way)

– he would get so so riled up if you wore his clothes but nothing underneath. like a long hoodie but with no pants, or a white t-shirt without a bra…

– he would not survive for long.

– oh and he loves to fuck you in his clothes. but that's a story for another time. :)

– istg his chest muscles are thicker than the pillows i sleep on…

– anyway

– naps on him would be so good. idk about you all but i love sleeping on hard mattresses 🤭

– he would love having you lie on him. your cheek pressed to his big chest, skin on skin, your soft breath on his neck making him feel so warm inside. feeling his chest rising and lowering as he breathes, your fingers absentmindedly drawing little figures into his skin.

– or why not lie on his back? his shoulders are so broad and he's so tall that most of your body would fit on his back. very cozy.

– and oh my god, giving him back massages. jesus christ, he would go crazy.

– your little hands, your pretty little fingers brushing against his skin. pressing into his muscles, massaging away any knots. feeling the bumps of his spine, the folds of his shoulder blades, every definition of a muscle. he doesn't understand how your small hands can bring him so much pleasure, but he's putty in your hands immediately.

– just standing next to him is so shocking. like, race car drivers are supposed to be short, what are you doing? who allowed this?

– he towers over you and he always finds it so cute. he loves how you have to get into your tippy toes and pull his face down to be able to kiss him, and the way he can pretend to ignore you and stay out of reach just to annoy you. he loves teasing you (in a lot of ways-) and it's just too easy for him to get a rise out of you when using your size difference.

– and even something as simple as asking him to get that ingredient from the top shelf because you can't reach makes him so smug and cocky. you needing his help and him providing it will never fail to make his day.

– he loves to rest his chin on top of your head. when you're out with friends, when he comes up behind you as you're cooking dinner, any time and any place. especially when also wrapping his big, muscular arms around you from behind, especially when they're around your neck like in the last pic.

– oh, to have you trapped underneath him. he loves hovering over you and caging you between his arms. he loves watching you squirm as he's holding your wrists above your head with one hand, the other running up and down your ribs to pull out shivers and shudders by his touch.

– and the way his hand practically covers up your entire side, the way your frame is so small compared to his… it makes him so impressed because despite how little you are in comparison, you still trust him so deeply?

– he could literally break your neck or femur or whatever bone with his bare hands but here you are, batting your eyes up at him like he's the only man in the world, so sure that he would never do anything to hurt you. and it makes him freak out a bit, but he's also so proud.

– and despite the size difference, you still take him so well? it makes him unbelievably hot.

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Gaps 4

Yandere Platonic Batfam x Mentally Ill/Forgetful Reader

This is a yandere work, and as such, contains themes of obsession. This particular work has trigger warnings for gaslighting, disassociation, captivity, references drugging, referenced stalking, and violence.

You wake up to warm fur pressing against your cheek and the sound of throaty purring. Your eyes pry open, confused, and you turn over. A pretty Maine Coon cat stares back at you, tail flicking, before she immediately turns to begin rubbing her face against yours again, purring.

“Momo.. what the fuck..?” You mutter, sinking you fingers into the well groomed fur. Someone had been taking care of her, and taking care of her well, the young cats fur was silky soft and brushed. She was undeniably your cat, too, with the little orange mark on her forehead that had always reminded you of a paw print. She had gotten so much bigger than you remembered, nearly fully grown, but she rolls over to bat at your hands as you pet her the exact same way she did as a kitten and it nearly brings tears to your eyes.

You gently run your fingers through her fur, checking for any injuries. There are none. The relief is almost staggering, and you carefully scoop up Momo and settle her on your shoulders the way she always liked. She’s a bit heavier than you remember.

You stand, feel her claws dig into your shoulder. It doesn’t hurt, really. She was a bit too small for it to hurt too bad.

There’s the sound of soft voices, hushed and quiet, and you stiffen. Momo meows softly, and you scoop her from your shoulders into your arms.

The door clicks open, and you don’t move, the two of you examining each other warily. You’re very careful not to squeeze Momo too much, but you take a few careful steps back, putting a bit more distance between yourself and your captor.

Dick frowns, and your heart begins to race, palms sweaty against Momo’s fur. Your legs tremble, ready to run or hide, and you curse yourself silently. The wooden hardwood floors and the painted walls were familiar, familiar enough that you knew that it was Wayne Manor. You had wandered the halls enough times to know it like the back of your hand.

You try not to feel bitter at the thought. Clearly you didn’t know much of anything about the Wayne Manor, or it’s inhabitants. You aren’t successful.

“How’re you feeling? No headaches or anything from the medicine?” He asks gently, and your hands spasm, trying to reflexively close your hands but not because you had a fragile cat in your arms.

“Medicine?” Your voice cracks, and you kneel, carefully letting Momo out of your arms. While you would prefer to keep her close, and safe, you would need both hands free to fight if you had to. Not that you were sure you would win. You were pretty sure you wouldn’t, actually.

“I was drugged.” Your voice drips sheer anger, and you clench your fists. Dick presses his lips together, and you jerk. He looks disappointed, almost, and the look only makes the anger worse, to where it’s hot and bubbling and makes you want to scream.

“(Y/N), I know you’re upset, but just.. hear us out, okay? Everyone’s waiting out in the living room, why don’t we head out and we can explain everything?” He reaches forward, maybe to place a hand on your shoulder, and you jerk away.

“Don’t touch me.” You mutter, and his hands drops. You see his jaw clench, and his smile is tight, sharp. You didn’t particularly care.

“Let’s head out to the living room. Do you want me to bring Momo?” Your stomach drops at the thought of your cat in his arms, vulnerable and completely defenseless, and you shake your head quickly.

“Alright, let’s go, then.” He motions, and you go out of the room reluctantly, closing the bedroom door behind the both of you. Momo meows angrily, mad that neither of you had allowed her in the hallway.

You know the way to the living room, and shuffle forward, fingernails biting into the flesh of your hand.

“(Y/N)?” You jerk, turning toward Dick.

You feel your mouth go dry. He was fully focused on you, blue eyes burning into you, and you want to curl into yourself, want to escape the burning intensity of it all. The rage, the anger, it’s swept away in the sheer wash of emotion that overtakes you.

Most of it’s fear. Most of the emotion is fear. You can’t name the rest of them.

“I know this is all overwhelming, and I know you’re scared. This is a lot to take in, and we didn’t… we didn’t want it to be like this.” It’s almost sincere. It is sincere. Dick is so very sincere, and it makes your stomach churn and your blood go cold.

“Just hear everyone out. That’s all I ask.” You nod. You don’t want to nod, but your head was buzzing, and your mouth was dry, and you couldn’t think of anything at all. Maybe you were in shock.

His hand lands between on your back, between your shoulders, and he guides you forward. You let him. You shouldn’t.

There’s so many people in the living room. Bruce, Jason, Damian, Cassandra. The only ones you didn’t see were Stephanie, Duke, and Alfred.

Seeing each person’s face feels like a betrayal. Each of these people were.. important to you. So important to you. Even if they were weird and strange, you had wanted to be around them. You had cared about them.

Your eyes burn. You focus on trying to do anything but cry.

“Why don’t you take a seat?”

Bruce says it gently, and you nod, sitting down in the soft chair. It was your favorite one, you realize, the soft brown leather one that you always curled up in when you stayed the night, and the detail is so small but it chills you to the bone. Just how much else had they noticed? How often did they watch you? What other small habits did you have that they knew about?

“How did you sleep? No headaches?” Tim presses, and when you glance at him, his lips are pressed into a thin line, concerned. He’s analyzing you, the same way he analyzed everything, and you nod.

“No headaches. Nothing besides feeling a bit groggy.” You shrug, and he nods.

“Good. We were worried you would have a reaction, because of all the psychiatric medication.” Tim breathes, and he sounds relieved.

“You were all aware of this, then?” Your voice is.. flat. It sounds almost dead, and you see Cass tilt her head. All of them glance at each other, and the buzzing in your head gets louder, so loud that you think you can’t hear much of anything.

Damian gets up and leaves the room. You only notice because he passes you on the way out.

“We all knew, kid. We figured it out at different times but we all knew.” Jason chimes in, and you nod.

You hope you aren’t crying. You can’t tell.

“Who… who knew first? Whose idea..?” You can’t even bring yourself to say it, and Bruce sighs, leaning forward.

“This wasn’t how we wanted things to go, (Y/N). We wanted to give you the option of living with us, because we knew you were struggling. But as for who realized first… it was Dick. And then me.”

You aren’t sure why that takes you so aback. Maybe it was because you had assumed as the family patriarch (besides Alfred), he had been the one to point his unhinged family in your direction. But you suppose it makes sense. Dick had met you first, introduced you to your family.

The buzzing gets so much louder, and grey starts to encroach on your vision.

It’s interrupted by Damian putting Momo in your lap. You jolt, taken by surprise, but you fingers bury in the soft fur.

“Thanks.” You choke out to him, and he nods, before going to go and sit next to his father. The sight makes your stomach twist again, and Momo meows, butting her head against your cheek.

“Better?” Dick asks gently, and even though you don’t want to, you nod.

“We can take a break if you need to, (Y/N). You haven’t taken your meds yet, either.” Tim offers, and you shake your head. You wanted to get this shit over with. You could figure out escape plans later.

“May as well get it over with.” You mutter, and Dick frowns, twitching like he wants to reach out and comfort you but managing to stop himself. You’re glad he had. You probably would have swung on him if he didn’t, and you’re not sure that’s a fight you could win.

Speaking of which.. you glance at Bruce. You had never really seen Batman, not before the night he revealed himself to you. You suppose it makes sense. Bruce’s habits, his mannerisms, sometimes they just didn’t.. fit. They didn’t quite click for the life he’d claimed he lived.

“Are all of you vigilantes?” You mutter, because the timeline made sense. Dick had been adopted, and shortly after, Robin had first appeared.

“Yes. I am the current Robin.” Damian declares, and he seems almost proud of this. You suppose you would be to, if you went out every night and did what Damian did. What they all did.

You wished they would stop being so confusing. It was so much easier to hate someone if they were being terrible.

“Why the insistence I live with you? I’ve been taking care of myself perfectly fine.” It’s addressed to Bruce, but it’s Jason who responds, snorting almost derisively. If you were capable of rational thought, or processing much of anything, you would be pissed.

“I wouldn’t exactly call having to sedate yourself to sleep every night fine.” Jason jabs, and if there wasn’t blood rushing to your head and making it buzz you would be much more pissed off than you were already. “Pretty sure you’re fucking disassociating right now, actually.”

Oh. So that’s what the buzzing was. You had struggled with disassociation before, it was why you were so forgetful half the time, and you blink.

If it got you through the conversation, you didn’t mind.

“My point still stands. I was perfectly capable of living on my own.” Never let it be said that you weren’t stubborn.

Apparently, Bruce was equally as stubborn, and he leans forward. There’s something in the way his eyes fixate on you, sharp and blue, that nearly pulls you out of the fog and further into real life, sends adrenaline skittering up your spine.

“You don’t have to though, (Y/N). We want to take care of you. All you have to do is let us.” He offers you a small smile, and it’s so very sincere that it makes your stomach churn, finally pulling you out of the haze.

You stand.

“We’re all aware that you’d do it whether I wanted it or not.” Your voice is monotonous, disconnected, and you are careful to support Momo in your arms. “I think I’m going to go rest. I’ve heard enough.”

None of them stop you as you go to the room you woke up in, although Dick does trail after you. You close the door behind you, set Momo on the bed.

Your head is too lost to actually cry, so you just lie there for a while, aware that from now on, your life was permanently changed.

[mcrololo]

I've thought more often recently that Bleach really deserved more recognition from the shounen community, especially back in the day. Shounen fans loved to say Ichigo was a boring protagonist and that the story sucked in comparison to more beloved titles. But the first arc alone is about dealing with death and the loss of a loved one. Arguably the entire series represents finding connection with others, even through death, and isn't it beautiful that for the brief time we got to know each other, we left a mark in both our lives?

Regardless of ships, meeting Rukia was the greatest turning point in Ichigo's life. She was death in a different way than he has dealt with before. Death isn't just an ending, death is also the beginning of a new cycle, and after meeting her we see Ichigo connect more with his living friends.

Orihime, who had lost her brother to a car accident when she was younger (and no living family left). Ichigo helped both her and her brother make peace with it, and ever since, Orihime and Ichigo are connected. Without Rukia (death), none of that would have happened.

Sado, who reflects Ichigo in some way; both having lost a beloved family member and are willing to go the extra mile for others. He helps Sado help a spirit to the beyond. Without Rukia, none of that would have happened.

And even in other arcs, Ichigo leaves his mark on powerful souls! He reunites the gotei captains even when some of them aren't fond of each other. He brings Renji back in contact with Ikkaku, an old squad mate before he ranked up. He closes the gap between Rukia and Byakuya. And for most of it he doesn't even need to be the powerful protagonist... he just needs to be himself.

Which brings me to another point; his relatability. This is where he kind of suffers in terms of appealing to a fanbase which is used to high fantasy-like stories. Main heroes in shounen always dream of something bigger, whether it's a rank or a power they can unlock or something else entirely, like a treasure to find. Ichigo doesn't have a dream. He has a goal which keeps evolving. He wants everyone he cares about to be safe, and will do anything in his power to protect them.

Isn't that incredibly human? We all want our loved ones to be safe and happy. Sure, he could have dreamt big and become a captain of a squad in the living realm. But that doesn't make sense for him or the story, because we get introduced to captains in the second arc, and at that point they are the villains. It would be in the start of the third arc if we were to discover such a desire, and at that point it's kind of too late to establish.

Not to mention he would lose the simplicity of his humanity. Sometimes all you have to do is your best. Sometimes you only have to care. And that, to me, is what Ichigo represents as a main character. Even when the world spits you out, even when it seems the whole world is against you: never forget to care. Never forget to be kind. You never know who needs it the most.

And my last point on Ichigo himself and what makes him relatable: his ever evolving powers. At times it gets boring when a hero keeps receiving power up after power up, especially when there were no hints prior. But in Ichigo's case, that kind of has a purpose. He goes from human to shinigami to vizard to fullbringer to half quincy as well, and you might sigh deeply and think to yourself "really? This guy gets ALL the special powers?" Yes. Because his story is also about identity, and in turn, the struggles that go with it.

From the very day we meet him, we never learn Ichigo's desires in life. What does he want to be when he grows up? What drives him? What is he scared of? Who is he? And the truth is... he doesn't know. He's 15, and suddenly the weight of not just his friends but the whole world lies on his shoulders. He doesn't have time to pause and think about irrelevant stuff like a future career. His power ups reflect this. Who IS ichigo if he falls in every category?

And personally, I believe that is the most realistic way to write a guy stuck between worlds. Maybe it wasn't entirely deliberate, but the metaphor is there. The narrative even emphasizes it! And yes, repetitive plot points will become boring if you keep using them. However, just like his power ups, it serves another purpose.

The pathway of life. We all have lessons we need to learn to work through challenges we face, and if we don't learn them the first time, the problems will just reappear in a different manner until we find the solution to navigate. Ichigo needing to save a loved one from the clutches of evil is, in and of itself, the lesson he has to learn, as well as a challenge to face head on. He is the protector, and until he fully embraces it, he will always run into a problem like this. And we see him gradually pick up the burden of being a hero: from refusing to fight hollows to help random spirits to protecting the whole of Soul Society.

Tl;dr: Bleach's narrative is way more functional and reflective of ourselves than the anime community gives it credit for. From dealing with death and connecting to identity struggles. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[to-the-stars8]

A Moment in a Million

Summary; Before the end, and just at the beginning, Miguel and Gabriella eat McDonald's at midnight.

Miguel had learned very quickly that being a parent wasn’t something you could just pick up overnight. It was a process—One to which he had jumped into head first with nothing other than faith and love. He picked up a few things quickly, like what Gabriella’s schedule was or what foods she did and didn’t enjoy. Those small lessons didn’t quite equate to bigger ones. Emotional turmoil and misunderstandings caused a bit of a rift in their small family, but Miguel was never one to give up so easily. 

The harder moments were due to the gaps in knowledge between Miguel and the dead version of himself. Gabriella might have been his daughter, but there was a realization that he didn’t know of her much more than that. It took a little while, but he eventually got the ropes of the situation he was in. 

He got into their routine and listened to her with every decibel of hearing he had. She was a smart girl, too smart for her own good sometimes, so she easily detected that something was amiss at first but pushed no further than stating the dislike of his forgetfulness. 

Still, none of that dissuaded his want for this life. 

Sure, it didn’t work out all the time, Miguel was a realist in some capacity so he knew it wouldn’t be perfect. Nonetheless, when he came home to his daughter, whether it was little, childish disagreements or loving moments that he’d only ever seen in movies, he still craved that life. The real, healthy sense of home he had been wanting was right there. Sometimes he couldn’t believe it. 

It was in the silliest moments did he realize that he had finally taken what he wanted, essentially having his cake and eating it, too. 

The first moment like that, the one that he could remember, was surprisingly eating McDonald’s at midnight in a parking lot. Neither he nor Gabriella could sleep, and when she said she was hungry, Miguel agreed. 

“Dad, we should go to McD’s,” She said, rubbing her hands over her stomach. “Because my tummy is speaking to me and it’s saying ‘chicken nuggets and fries’.”

He snorted at her eight-year-old sense of humor and relented. It was a bad, irresponsible idea, but the smile that graced his daughter’s face was well worth it. He hardly had time to put on his shoes before she was at the front door yelling at him to hurry. 

“If you take any longer they’re gonna be serving breakfast!” She whined. 

“No, they won’t, Gabi, we’ll make it,” Miguel said before grabbing his car keys. As Gabriella sprinted out the door he mumbled to himself, “For my sake, I hope they aren’t.” 

Miguel found Gabriella in the front seat of the car, looking at him like she wasn’t going to move for the life of her. Unfortunately, the amount of stubbornness she had was inherited from him. 

Quickly, he quipped back in Spanish, using the same tone as his mother used when she was upset, “Get in the back seat, or we go back inside.” 

There were a few moments of silence before her stubbornness gave way to the need for nuggets. Gabriella made it a point to declare how much she would rather sit in the front since the whole trip was her idea as she buckled herself in. Miguel, fortunately, knew better than to poke the already seething bear. 

The rest of the car ride was quiet, and Miguel looked back in the rearview to make sure Gabi was still there. She was but could see the silent whirring of the car was starting to pull at her sleepiness. For a minute, Miguel thought about just driving around until she fell asleep. 

Just like when she was a baby— Miguel stopped the thought short, remembering that he didn’t know whether or not that happened. He could only assume because it was a small instance in his dream. He simmered on the thought until he saw the Golden Arches. 

Gabi must have seen them first by the way she was suddenly there again, giving a hearty squeal of excitement before going on to chant for chicken nuggets. Luckily, there wasn’t much of a line, and when he pulled up to the intercom Gabriella had already told him her order three times. 

“Yeah, a chicken nugget happy meal,” Miguel said. 

Gabi excitedly added, “With the toy, Dad! With the toy, please!” 

He was proud of her for at least using her manners. “With the toy. And then, get me two Big Macs with fries and a soda.” 

Gabriella giggled in the backseat, reaching forward just enough to brush the back of his arm as he finished their order. Miguel looked in the rearview mirror at her. “What is it, baby?” 

“Hold my hand,” Gabriella desperately tried to grab at him again, though was too far out of reach and held back by her seatbelt. 

Miguel’s heart squeezed when he had to tell her he couldn’t. “Not yet, baby. Let me pay this nice lady and get our food, then I’ll hold your hand.” 

She pouted and it tugged at his heartstrings. Gabriella, Miguel’s sweet girl, could plan to set the world on fire and he’d be there with gasoline to help because he loved her that much. 

“Dad,” She said, kicking her feet when they finally got their food. “Do we have to go home right away? Can we eat in the car somewhere like usual?” 

That wasn’t a memory with him she was talking about, but he would fucking make it one if it made Gabriella happy. Either out of love or spite for his luckier, dead self, he agreed, asking her where. The park, where she could watch the city light twinkle— her words, but Miguel wouldn’t rebuff her child-like view of the world. The parking lot to the city park was empty, which made it perfect for looking out toward the never-ending expansion of Nueva York. 

As soon as the car was in park Gabriella was climbing over the center console to sit in the front seat. Miguel had to quickly move the bags out of the way before she sat on them, lightly reprimanding her for not being more conscious of her surroundings. 

After her apology, she finally started to dig into the food she’d long awaited for. Gabriella had a set order of things when it came to eating food in the car. She would set the small box of chicken nuggets in her lap before laying the fries in the open part of the box, then, after making sure the toy was to her liking, held out her hand toward him expectantly.

“Hold my hand, Dad,” Gabriella’s tone told him that her little sign to him should have been obvious. 

Miguel, after making sure he could still eat his burger with one hand, put his free one into hers. Gabriella hummed happily before munching on her nuggets, eyes trained on the city outside. 

“Do you think tomorrow, after school, we could come back here,” She asked. 

Miguel squeezed her hand. He hoped this world’s original Miguel loved his daughter as much as he did. “Sure, baby. But, we’re not getting any more McDonalds. Two days of it in a row is bad for your health.” 

She giggled and said, “Okay. We should get pizza and bring it here!” 

“No,” He paused to lean over to kiss her head. “We’ll have a picnic, so we can make stuff at home.” 

Gabriella gasped, before going on a tangent about what they could make. She suggested brownies, empanadas, a few other sweets, and everything that did not equal a healthy dinner for a growing girl. Miguel loved Gabriella but knew he couldn’t make her eat any more junk food. As he let her go on, that’s when he realized this is what he wanted. The moments like this that would seem so small to anyone else, but to him were something so new and exciting. 

Halfway through her rant he suddenly said, “Little girl, I love you so much.”

Gabriella seemed surprised by the sudden announcement, but, like her father used to be, was never one to turn away from love. She looked down bashfully before leaning her head on his arm. “I love you, too, Dad.”

Miguel leaned over to kiss Gabriella’s forehead, but accidentally knocked over the soda in cupholders all over her and the front seat. Between him cussing in Spanish and Gabriella shrieking that her shorts were now covered in soda, Miguel found himself laughing at how lucky he was. 

He hoped there were going to be millions of memories like this one, even if in the span of multiple universes they were just mere fleeting moments. 

[writingmaidenwarrior]

Sin Eaters Part 5

We just ignore the fact I posted part 4 twice because I forgot to reblog it to the sideblog and only looked there. Nothing to see here. These aren't the driods you were looking for. @cljordan-imperium

Warning for some sex talk, weird genetic facts, and the usual "The government is full of shit" that comes with this story

There was something in the air the second Wynthan left his mother’s house. Slightly skeptical Talindra looked at Kimesnin who was busy with making coffee.

“What did I miss?”

“You mean about me sending him away?”

“No, it is clear you want to talk to me alone for some reason. I was talking more about those plans for later.”

A mischievous glimmer danced in Kimesnin’s eyes, making clear where Wynthan got this trait from, and also told Talindra her skepticism wasn’t uncalled for, especially when Kimesnin pulled the chair over and sat down with the backrest in front of her and let her arms hang over it in such a typical soldier behavior it was easy to forget where Talindra was for a second.

“Just some typical horned one gathering with good food and drinks. And you are smart. Not everyone would get why I suggested it to Nat.”

Talindra snickered and took a chair to copy Kimesnin’s posture only a few inches apart from her.

“I needed to catch those things early to survive. What is it?”

“Are your horns still growing?”

“Yeah. I need to file them down once a month to prevent them from showing with my hair in a tight bun out in the field.”

Mindfully, Kimesnin nodded, only to sigh a moment later.

“I need to ask you a few personal questions to determine how much of a horned one you are so I can help you better to get adjusted to what happens once you let the horns grow.”

“What makes you think I want that?”, Talindra questioned surprised.

Kimesnin started to smile with the mischievous gleam in her eyes growing.

“I know my son and I can tell you are equally bad as him. You have nothing to be afraid of now and it’s safe to let them grow. You also wanted your hair as short as possible, don’t you?”

Feeling caught, Talindra wrinkled her nose. For some reason she liked how Kimesnin stated she and Wynthan were quite similar in some things. This only confirmed her own feeling from the last twenty-four hours even if she could sense he was still holding back.

“The short hair was because my hair takes forever to dry. I didn’t consider it might show the horns faster. But ask what you need to know.”

“Come over. We can get your hair cut while we talk. How short do you want it?”

“As short as possible? I don’t want to put it together anymore.”

Both giggled slightly as they got up. Talindra sat down properly while Kimesnin rummaged in a drawer.

“You know, it makes sense you got the horns around your 16th birthday. Horned ones are a bit delayed in growth and we start puberty around that age.”

“That’s why there is this weird four-year age gap between humans and horned ones? It is just in numbers?”

Surprised, Talindra looked over her shoulder. Kimesnin nodded with a smirk but motioned her to turned around again.

“Exactly. Mentally you are on the same page now, even if Nat is 31. Compared to how old we get he is still a teenager.”

“How old we get?”, Talindra repeated, looking over her shoulder again.

Kimesnin came over with a comb, a few bigger hair clips, and a whole assortment of scissors. Wynthan didn’t lie when he said his mother did this for a living.

“Our elders are the grandchildren of the first Sin Eaters.”

Gently Kimesnin forced Talindra’s back forward with a snicker.

“Wow…”

Confused she could only sit there for a few seconds while her hair got wet and parted into big sections.

“I know. Humans used to live up to a little over hundred years if they were lucky and got lucky with the genes but in average it was something around eighty. The elders still know how all this started even if the triumvirates punish everyone who tells the stories of old that don’t follow the official book. If you catch my drift.”

“I do. How much off are the books?”

“If you like to know more about our history, I might be able to set you up with one of the elders who isn’t afraid of the leaders. She is some stubborn woman who loves to emphasize she didn’t fight those monsters outside to kneel before those inside the walls.”

“I already love her”, Talindra snickered, “But you wanted to ask some stuff.”

“I do. I start with the most uncomfortable one. How long is your cycle?”

A confused huff escaped Talindra’s throat. Now she got asked about it a few things started to make sense. Even if the doctors always assured her, it was all fine and nothing to worry about, she couldn’t help but wonder how much they knew about what she was all the time.

“Talindra?”

“Sorry, a few pieces just fell into the right places. It’s a bit variable but usually around eight weeks long, and I always go crazy for sweets, meat and anything fried the week before. It was always a running gag in my company to throw the candy bars at me when the first one noticed I rummaged around to find my reserves.”

“That makes sense.”

The amusement in Kimesnin’s voice was audible and confusing.

“It does?”

“You inhaled Lyndhyrr’s pastry, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, and I am tempted to get more on our way back to our apartment.”

Hands rested on the backrest next to Talindra’s shoulders as Kimesnin steadied herself during her laughter.

“You really are a horned one. Our higher metabolism during the first hundred years makes us sweet teeth. You crave sweets because you need the energy. Same with meat and fried food, besides the fact we never loose the love for all three of those things. The cycle of a horned one is three months long. Humans usually four to five weeks by now. I wouldn’t be surprised if your cycle reaches three months once your horns grow properly.”

“What do the horns have to do with it?”

“A lot.”

Kimesnin came around with the equipment in her hands and leaned against the kitchen table with a serious look.

“In the early days before the leaders forced the interbreeding, they cut down our horns because it renders a full-fledged horned one unable to have children. The horns somehow control our hormones. You probably noticed yourself every time the horns grew a certain amount your sexual desire increased.”

With a sheepish glance aside, Talindra rubbed her neck. Only a part of her conscious noticed how her nap was already cut short.

“Yeah, and I can’t say it’s low on a normal day.”

With an inquiring head tilt Kimesnin waited for Talindra to continue, who had to accept that the other woman was stubborn like a mountain.

“I just … have a pretty active sex life. I don’t want to say I had been sleeping around or something. It’s just…”

At a loss for words how to explain what happens to her after another successful round against one of those monsters Talindra puffed out hot air frustrated.

“I am not judging you. Let me guess: Something inside you takes over after coming back alive?”

The serious look in Kimesnin’s face told Talindra this wasn’t just her. Slowly she nodded and kept the other fixated with her eyes.

“That’s because of your horn situation. You are stuck in puberty in some way. With your horns never reaching the proper size you never got the proper dose of hormones that told your body you are an adult now and being put in those life or death situations throws off our ingrained instinct to ensure the survival of our kind.”

A frown grew on Talindra’s face while listening. Her head needed a moment to get what she just learned.

“Wait. I got horny after those missions because the horned one part of me wanted to get pregnant because I survived a dangerous situation?”

“Yes, but because you filed down the horns you made sure you couldn’t get pregnant.”

This was the moment Talindra’s face became a grimace of utter confusion.

“The one thing that was actually the best protection I had also kept me in a state of puberty and made me super horny… Ok, sounds alright. Just one question.”

“Which one?”

“How does none of the horned one teenager end up blowing everything up with all that pend up sexual frustration?”

Again, Kimesnin started to laugh from the bottom of her heart.

“You forget, they don’t usually end up in life-or-death situations like you. They are just like human teenagers as well. Well, more or less.”

“The training.”

“He told you”, Kimesnin stated with a sadness in her voice.

“Bits and pieces, but it is enough to figure the rest out. I know what the higher ups want from me, how horned ones get taught to get it, and that the majority can resist the conditioning.”

The grim nod was accompanied by a sigh. It was the kind of sigh Talindra heard many times from her aunt when she caused some trouble or money was tight.

“Did he tell you how bad it was for him?”

“There was a remark about punishments for resisting.”

Another grim nod as Kimesnin went back to cut Talindra’s hair.

“We all went into punishment at one point, especially during the first year.  It becomes less usually once we learn how to give them what they want without losing ourselves but Wynthan…”

“He never really learned, didn’t he?”

“Even his siblings weren’t as stubborn as him. He never talked to me about it, but I saw the scars. I see the haunted look when he thinks no one is looking. I know this kind of look. Too many of us have it.”

Knowing too well what scars Kimesnin talked about Talindra took a deep breath.

“It is not your fault. It is their fault.”

“Now you need to make him understand this.”

In silence the rest of her hair got cut and both followed their own train of thoughts. Until it was mentioned Talindra didn’t get the feeling Wynthan blamed himself for the scars but on the other side, they just met.

When Kimesnin’s hand brushed over her free shoulder she knew she was ready.

“Here we are, sweets.”

The voice of the older woman sounded a bit more cheerful now as she brushed with her hands through Talindra’s short hair only to stop at the little stumps again.

“When did you file them down the last time?”

“Two weeks ago, when I got told, I was picked to become a Sin Eater. Why?”

“Mhmm… How far down was it?”

“To the skull?”

The hissed way Kimesnin breathed in was unexpected.

“How can you do this? This hurst like a fucker.”

“You get used to it, for real. Is something wrong with them?”

Kimesnin let go of Talindra’s head and took a deep breath. When Talindra turned around the other one bit her lower lip with a thoughtful glance.

“Do they always grow that fast?”

“More or less. Is this unusual?”

“Not really, considering your body is basically stuck in puberty. But this means you have maybe three weeks till they become noticeable depending on how you move, six for them to be unmistaken recognizable as horns and I would say in around three months, maybe four… you will lose the accidental pregnancy protection.”

“Even when they aren’t fully developed?”

The snicker was all she needed as answer.

“Yes, even then. You also should be careful. They will be sensitive in the beginning.”

There was the feeling something was left out, and Talindra squinted at her.

“And?”

“That’s for you to figure out.”

“Why do I have the feeling it has to do with sex?”

“Maybe?”, Kimesnin snickered again.

For a moment Talindra was tempted to make her talk but she also had the feeling, Kimesnin had more fun making her guess and sending her on a wild goose hunt.

“In this case… Change of topic. I thought about my parents, and my mother is clearly a horned one. So, I started to wonder…”

With the index finger raised, and a knowing smile, Kimesnin made her stop.

“Let me get something to write first. I guess, I know where this is going.”

[cockatrice-writers-guild]

Jaxon Galaxy

intro to the space au. a.k.a the only au where jax is a different size in that he is much bigger

warnings: swearing, fear

I’m out here.

Come find me.

Please.

It’s night now and the hum of overhead LED lights guide my steps as I move around the venue, following the same patterns I do every night. I’d play some music to dull the silence but I know now that the way the halls tend to echo at this hour is worse so, mop in hand, I continue on, the path I need to take long since muscle memory.

With a sigh, I push the bucket into the next room, eyes sweeping over the plaques and the chairs and the gaps between the chairs that I’ll need to force the mop into to reach. I frown, already knowing how long this part takes but surveying the scene regardless. It’ll be tedious, unbearably tedious as always. There will be pain, back aches, God knows what else. It’s the largest room in the observation centre I work at so I always save it for last. I look down at my mop, at the bucket already filled with cloudy water, back up at the room again, eyes tracing the walls, the chairs and this time, though I try to fight it, finally landing on the stage.

And the lone microphone that sits there.

…to be honest, there’s another reason I’m stalling.

This place gives me the willies.

Sure the way the light plays off the chairs and casts shadows on the walls is unsettling, but what isn’t at night? It’s the microphone that always gets me. And I know why too. I come in early sometimes so I can go home faster, around 6pm when all the scientists are prone to lounging around and talking. And sometimes they forget I’m there. So I hear things. And recently, I’ve been hearing a lot of things. So from what I’ve gathered from their hushed words and inside jokes,

The sun has finally collapsed.

Our entire star system is dead.

And the only reason we haven’t experienced another ice age is because of some kind of massive entity that lives in the cosmos. It, or I guess I should say he, doesn’t seem to have a name but from what I can gather, it’s his proximity that prevents us from freezing, specifically his body heat. He has to be touching the planet at all times and he can’t let go lest we all perish.

All of which sounds fucking insane by the way. I don’t really believe it myself but hey, an artist has to eat. I will give what they’re saying a little merit though. I remember reading a while ago that the sun was on its last legs but I haven’t heard anything about it since. There had been a period of time where people couldn’t send anything out into space. Anything sent up was stopped by some kind of invisible force and promptly sent right back down. Somehow, not one of the pieces of equipment crashed but that just made things more confusing. And then one day the force was just gone and space programs went on as normal. The scientists say it’s because the entity got bored or maybe even lonely and altered the barrier he created to touch the planet safely so we could find him. Which doesn’t make any sense but

I’m out here.

Come find me.

Please.

The results these programs got back were…strange. Not something they could release to the public apparently. Dozens of research centres around the world were sending shit up. Satellites, beacons, even a rover. And apparently, there was a point where all of them, every single last machine sent up there experienced a catastrophic earthquake at the exact same time, something on a magnitude they’d never even dreamed possible. But once it was over and they started studying the vibrations, they’d finally picked up on a frequency and started going from there. And finally they discovered that it was a voice. A voice that sounded disturbingly human. A voice that sounded like a man. A voice that longed to be heard.

And now they’ve apparently found a way to talk to him.

That microphone up on the stage.

Conferences have been held here every day for a while since the microphone was made. I’ve never heard what was discussed since the conferences are held in the day and I doubt they’d let a janitor in anyway but I’ve seen a few of the types that show up. First just the scientists but over time it’s been mandated to only host a new crowd. People in power, to put it lightly. I’ve heard they ask the entity questions and that they’re not that happy with having their entire lives metaphorically and literally entrusted into the hands of some massive cosmic being they barely know. But what other choice do they have? …there’s irony in that.

But now the mic just sits there as it always does at this hour. Waiting for the next meeting. And when’s that gonna be? One month? Two? The meetings have been getting less frequent lately. Most likely they’re just using this story as a cover to discuss something else, God knows what, but still. In the off chance that some entity really does exist and really did save us and really did try to contact us, even after all that effort he really was still getting the short end of the stick. Barely anyone to talk to and then only about official stuff. Meetings every day and then every week and then every month and then every other month as people realized he wasn’t going to kill them or demand any kind of compensation or

I’m out here.

He’d be out there in space right now, waiting hopefully for the next time there was a boring ass conference because at least then he’d have someone to talk to. At least then he’d have something.

Come find me.

A whole planet full of people in his hands and he’s a government secret. A freak of nature. A scientific discovery. Something to be kept behind closed doors and high status and hushed gossip.

Please.

A whole planet in his hands and he says please.

…

Goddammit now I’m making myself sad over a cover story. I look away from the mic with a small shake of my head and turn to the nearest corner I’ll have to scrub clean. I brandish my mop, getting ready to start when…

…I turn to the mic again and

Please.

lean my mop against the wall, pursing my lips.

…

And then I start walking towards it.

This is stupid. I know it is but I can’t stop myself. I make my way past the rows of dusty seats and step onto the stage, looking out at the dozens of seats now shrouded in shadow. They made it all so unnecessarily flashy too. Why a stage? Why the plaques? Why any of this? Why treat him this way?

An enigma. A terror. A spectacle. But never a person.

Still, I can feel my heart rate spike just slightly once I finally bring myself to reach for the mic. …what do I do if he’s real? If all this was real? If there was some kind of response, would I even know what to say? My hand clamps hesitantly around the mic stand and I lean forward to move my mouth to the receiver.

What would I do if the sun collapsed? If our star system was dead? If the sky was fake? If a giant cosmic being responded to my words? How would I continue on with that knowledge? I pull back a bit, hesitating again. It’s all too elaborate to be a hoax, right? What are these people trying to pull? It makes sense and it doesn’t and it has to be real and it can’t be.

Please.

I feel my brows crease and I swallow, bringing the mic to me and before I can get cold feet again, I open my mouth and

“…hello?”

And my only answer is the distant hum of the lights outside.

And I just stand there in silence for a moment. I’m sweating. Trembling slightly. All worked up and for what?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I should’ve known. The sun is fine. The planet is fine. Weird things just happen sometimes. Of course. Whoever started that cover up story was damn thorough with it, I’ll give them that. But now I need to get back to cleaning the floor so that I can get home before the sun comes up.

I sigh, making sure to wipe my fingerprints off the mic before I move to step off the stage. If I’m fast enough I might be done in the next hour or so. I’ll just need to-

“…h…hello? Is someone there?”

And I stop dead in my tracks.

A man’s voice. Whispered. I spin around but only see the bland white wall the stage is pressed against. Spin back and only catch the light spilling in though the empty doorway, the unoccupied seats and my mop leaning against the far wall. I listen for any sign of other people and get back silence.

“…hello?” The voice calls out to me again, somehow even quieter than before.

I can’t find the source of it and it’s strange. There doesn’t seem to be any kind of direction to it. It sounds close, it sounds everywhere. Hell, if I didn’t know better, I’d almost say that it feels like the voice is coming from inside my…

…inside my…head…

No.

No.

Nononononono this can’t be real. This can’t be

I turn back to the lone microphone on the stage, my heart rate slowly starting to pick up again. What do I do? Whatever it is, the entity?, doesn’t seem to know I’m here. Not really. I could leave. I could stay quiet. I could hide. I could…I could…I could…

“…please, I just…”

The voice is barely a murmur.

…

Fuck.

I take a slow breath in and a slow breath out.

And then I step back onto the stage.

The voice doesn’t call out again but it doesn’t matter. A shaking hand grips the mic stand once more and leaning forward, I try to fight the tremble out of my voice before I speak again. “…hello?”

A pause. And then

“Hi!” I bite back a yelp. There’s excitement in his voice when he speaks now, relief, his words forming in my head like they’ve always been there. “Sorry, I must have lost you there for a second. I…actually don’t think we’ve met before. Who are you?”

It takes me a second to find my words again. “I…uh…”

“Yeah?” the man prompts.

“I’m…Emelia, I guess. Emelia Markov. …though you can call me Mia if you’d like.”

There is a long pause before the man speaks again. “…that’s everything?”

“Huh?”

“Oh, it’s just that people usually give me…I guess a title or something too. Like their job I think? I just thought that was the standard for humans.”

For humans.

It takes a second for me to collect myself.

“…uh…well, I’m an artist. …part time artist, anyway. I carve and sell wooden sculptures online and in between jobs I…well, I’m a janitor.”

“That’s two titles then! Very impressive, Mia.” My heart jumps when I hear him say my name but I simply clench my teeth and let him continue. “What’s an artist? And what’s a janitor?”

My head spins. “I…it’s…wait could I ask you a few questions first?”

“Sure.”

“Are you…is everything…”

The man waits and it takes a few seconds to realize I have too many questions to ask. What happened to the sun? How did you find us? Why did you help us? Are you actually a cosmic entity? What are you planning to do with us. On and on the list goes but for just a second, one sticks out to me. How many times has he heard those questions before? How many times has he had to answer the exact same things over and over to calm down the next overlord of the week? I frown, thinking over it a bit longer before I finally ask

“…what’s your name?”

And the man pauses. “My…name?”

“Yeah like, what can I call you?”

“I don’t…I don’t have a name,” he says quietly. “…how do you get a name?”

I purse my lips. “Well, usually…someone gives one to you, I guess. Though you can always change it if you don’t like it.”

The man is silent for a really long time and I’m about to ask him if he’s okay when, “…Mia?”

“Yeah?”

“…could you give me a name?”

I blank at that. “But…you don’t even know me!”

“I know you about as well as I know anyone around here,” the man responds and I sigh.

“Fair point. How about…why don’t you let me finish my job here and then I’ll read out some names to you. You can pick one that you like.”

“You’re coming back?” He sounds hopeful and my heart pangs.

“Sure. Just give me like…maybe an hour?”

“I…don’t know what that is.”

Ah.

“Just…hang tight then. I’ll be back, I promise.”

“Alright.”

I takes me a few seconds to pry my white knuckled grip from the stand but soon I’m mopping in silence again, the familiar motions helping to calm me some. I finish the back row of seats and take a moment to rest before something occurs to me. I turn back to the microphone on the stage now a distance away. “Hey, big guy, can you still hear me?”

“Yeah! …also big guy? Is that my name?”

“Nah, it’s just a placeholder. Think of it as a nickname until we find you a real one.”

“…nickname?”

“It’s like when…uh…I guess it’s like a name that people can call you that isn’t your real name? Like…my real name is Emelia but my nickname is Mia. Your nickname can be big guy and we’ll find you a real name later.”

“…can you have more than one nickname?”

“Sure.”

“Hmm.”

I decide not to comment on the hum  eyeing the distance from the mic as I try to gauge the distance. “Could we try something though?”

“Sure.”

“You can still hear me, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I wanna see how far I can get from the mic where you’re still able to hear me.”

“Mic?”

“Microphone. …the thing the scientists made to communicate with you?”

“…oh that. It’s alright, I don’t need that to talk to you anymore.”

“…huh?”

“The…mic basically just helps to get my attention. It helps me…I don’t know, focus on you? After that I can listen to you pretty easily.”

“That…doesn’t make much sense actually.”

“I still don’t really get what a nickname is.”

“I guess we’re even.”

A light laugh fills my head for a short moment and I can’t help but smile. “I guess we are.”

There’s a brief period of silence before the man speaks again. “…Mia?”

“Mmm?”

“Do you think maybe we could…keep talking?”

“Sure, big guy. It’s not like I have much company this time of night anyway.”

“Oh no I- thank you but I mean like…whenever.”

“Whenever.”

“Yeah. …if that’s alright?”

The hum of the lights overhead. I can hear one of the faulty one blinking erratically in another room. There’s the distant roar of rain now. I’ll go home. I’ll sleep, maybe. Wake up. Start carving or maybe carve through the night. Go to work. Watch everyone leave for the night. Get my mop again. Go through the same patterns again. The hum of the lights overhead, the faulty one blinking erratically in another room. Maybe it’ll rain tomorrow too.

…when’s the last time I talked to anyone?

“…Mia?”

“Sure.”

“What?”

“Talk to me whenever. I’ll let you know if I’m busy but maybe…check if I’m sleeping first I guess? Maybe like…I don’t know, whisper or something first and if there’s no response I’m probably sleeping.”

“I…you’re serious?”

I nod but the man doesn’t seem to respond to the gesture so instead I speak. “I am.”

“Thank you! Thank you so so much, Mia! I…let me know if there’s ever anything I can do to repay you.”

“You’re preventing the whole planet from freezing over so trust me, big guy, you’re doing plenty. …though don’t think of this as a favour so much as it is something mutually beneficial.”

“What do you mean?”

“You get someone to talk to. I get someone to talk to. I’d hardly call that a favour.”

The man is quiet for a few seconds. Then, “…oh, you’re…,”and then he trails off.

I raise a brow but the man doesn’t say anything for a long time. I want to say something but…don’t know what. Is he…did he leave? I continue cleaning in silence until the job is done, turn off the lights, lock all the doors, swear under my breath when I realize I forgot my umbrella and I parked relatively far from the centre today. I fucked up I guess. Even the insanely lonely space entity that holds the world wants nothing to do with me. The absurdity of it all catches me off guard and a bitter laugh escapes me before I can stop it. It’s loud but then there’s no one around to hear it either.

I sigh.

Whatever. I lock the front doors of the building and feel my muscles clench in anticipation of the freezing cold shower I’m about to get pummelled in. I take a breath and then step out into the downpour and…

…nothing.

I’m not getting drenched, even as the storm roars all around me and I’m not under cover. More than a little confused, I look up and…

What the hell is happening now?

It’s raining above me too. I can see the drops falling overhead but then they just…stop. It’s like there’s a glass roof just over me and not knowing what else to do, I lift a hand and find my fingers brushing against something solid. …did the company build some kind of shelter while I wasn’t at work? How haven’t I noticed it before? Why-

“Mia!”

I jump instinctively. “Big guy? I thought you-”

“No I…sorry, no, I was just…I got lost in thought I guess. You’re like me, is what I wanted to say. I couldn’t sense any other humans around you at all. Like the whole time we were talking you were completely alone.”

I click my tongue. “…thanks.”

“No I mean.. it’s just the others usually come in groups, you know? They come in groups, give me titles and ask me questions about my intentions and the state of things and don’t let me ask questions but…you didn’t do any of that. You’re not an...uh…a leader?”

“Nope. Just a janitor. That means I just clean shit up when everyone else goes home.”

“…and the artist?”

“Means I have to be a janitor to make fucking ends meet.” I pause. “…also I…create, I guess. Wooden sculptures in my case.”

“Hmm.”

“Yeah.”

“…but Mia if you’re not a leader then why did you even bother talking to me in the first place?”

“…what do you mean?”

“The leaders are scared of me. But they talk to me anyway because they want answers. They want to know if I’m up to anything. But you just…you’re just talking to me. You don’t seem that scared either.”

“Oh trust me, I am.”

“…oh.”

“It’s nothing on you though, big guy. You seem like a pretty decent guy but…well you’re…uh…”. I trail off, looking at the sky and then just spreading my arms apart.

“What, big?”

There’s a surprising amount of mirth in his voice when he says this.

“Yeah, actually.”

“…ah. Sorry.”

“Nonono, don’t apologize. It’ll just take some time getting used to, you know?”

“I…yeah, I get that. …but Mia?”

“Mmm?”

“Thanks for giving me that chance.”

The words are warm and I feel a smile start to graze my lips. “…hey.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I just…you saw me doing the arm thing?”

“I did, yeah. It’s nice to finally be able to see you.”

“You couldn’t before?”

“You’re out in the open now. You were in a…building earlier. I can’t see through walls, Mia.”

“That’s…okay, sure. So you can see me now?”

“Yeah! You’re hair is a really nice colour, by the way. Green, I think? It suites you.”

My hair…he can see my hair.

…there’s something almost chilling about that. And I don’t know, the more I think about it, the more unsettled I feel. I don’t know why but him stating the colour of my hair seems to cement something. It’s real. All this is actually real. An actual space entity is watching me right now. A man big enough to hold the Earth is watching me and I can’t even see him. His fucking eyes might be bigger than the Earth. And now, right now, they’re both…trained directly on…me.

I look up at the blackened sky, clouds obscuring the usual dark blue. The sky is fake. And just past the clouds, just past a small invisible barrier and a projected illusion of light is a giant’s eye.

Watching me.

I can’t see him but now I can feel the hairs on my neck start to rise as I stare back at the sky, at the man, at the concealed eyes of something too massive to comprehend. And I don’t know if it’s because I’m thinking about it or if this some long slumbering survival instinct starting to raise its hackles at the inconceivable threat it somehow knows we’re up against. A giant watches me, a giant who holds the world, a giant who could demand anything because he has all the cards, the lives of every single living being on this planet between his fingers.

A giant who can somehow make out the colour of my hair.

I…I don’t…I can’t…I…I…

flinch hard when I hear his voice again

“…Mia, are you alright? You’re breathing really hard. I…I’m sorry, is this my fault? We…we don’t have to keep talking if it’s causing you this much stress. I…I’m sorry just…please breathe, Mia. I’ll leave you alone, I promise. Just breathe. Please.”

A giant who holds the whole fucking world in his hands and still says please.

I’m shaking, I’m shaking so hard I think I dropped my car keys. I’m crying too, can feel hot tears spilling down my cheeks even as the rain continues to fail at hitting me.

I breathe.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

My breaths slow. I focus on the sound of the rain until finally I have the strength to stand again. I must have curled up at some point. I keep breathing. Wipe my tears and dry my hands on my jacket. Breathe. Just breathe. Just breathe.

I let out a long, slow, slow breathe.

Then I turn my gaze to the sky again. Feel my hairs start to rise at the unknowable. Breathe.

“…hey,” I try.

There’s no response so I squeeze my wrist and try again.

“HEY, BIG GUY! I KNOW YOU’RE STILL LOOKING AT ME!”

Nothing.

Then, finally

“…Mia?” The voice is barely a whisper, each syllable laced with raw tears.

“I want to keep talking to you. Mutual benefits, remember?”

“…yeah. You talk to me and I…,” he sniffs, “…I’m sorry, Mia. I’m so so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s…it’s not you’re fault, okay? You seem like such a sweet guy but-“

“Big, yeah. I know.”

There’s no mirth in his tone now and I purse my lips.

“…just give it some time first, okay? I know I can get used to this in time. You won’t be able to get rid of me that easily”

There’s a small pause before a pained chuckle rings out. “You act like I’m doing this on purpose.”

And I can’t help it but now I’m laughing. And soon my head fills with laughter too. It’s the stress of course but…this is kinda nice.

It takes a while for either of us to calm down but once we finally do, I just stand there in the rain for a while, looking up at the sky while the man watches me too. And despite it all, it’s almost…comfortable.

Eventually, I break the silence. “Wait, big guy?”

“Mmm?”

I reach up and rap my knuckles on the invisible barrier above me. “Is that you?”

“Yeah. Barrier. I didn’t want you to get soaked.”

I smile at that. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he whispers back. “I’d show you some more barrier stuff but….”

“Maybe some other time.”

“Yeah.”

I pick up my keys and start walking to my car, the small barrier following me as I do. I’m halfway across the lot when I turn to look at the sky again.

“Hey, big guy.”

“Yeah?”

“Names?”

“Oh yeah! Go ahead.”

“Uh…Alexander?”

“Mmm…no.”

“Alfred?”

“Nah.”

“…Alex?”

“Isn’t that just a shortened version of Alexander?”

“…I guess. It’s its own name though. I’ve seen people called either.”

“…eh, maybe not.”

“Fucking, I don’t know, Arnold?”

-

I’m scrolling through my phone, sitting on my bed in the dark, the dim light coming off my phone making my empty apartment look even darker. I…couldn’t sleep again.

“…what about Jasper?”

“Mmm.”

“Mmm?”

“Could you keep going?”

“Jackson.”

The man pauses.

“And look, there’s a version of it that that has an x instead of the cks. Kinda unnecessary if you ask me. Like why would anyone ever-“

“I like it!”

“…come again?”

“Jaxon! Or…oh, maybe Jax for short, just like you!”

“Jax.” I test the name out and…it actually doesn’t sound too bad. “…you’re sure?”

“Mmm,” the man hums. And he sounds so happy I immediately relent, setting my phone down and staring up at the now dimly lit ceiling.

“And so the massive fuck huge cosmic entity who holds the entire world in his hands has a name. And for the love of God that name is Jax.”

The man laughs. “Thanks, M.”

“No pro-…wait what did you just call me?”

“I…it’s a…nickname…I think.

“M.”

“Yeah. …I mean…I can think of a different one if yo-.”

“No. M. It’s…hmm. …could you try saying it again?”

“Mmm…your..your hair looked really fluffy earlier, M. …when I could see it.”

And now I smile. It’s…almost endearing coming from him.

“Jax?”

“Yeah?” He sounds happy.

“…thank you.”

[bookishtheaterlover7]

There's something boggling my mind: brace yourself this is gonna be long.

Brad Pitt another A-list and Hollywood celebrity like Chris apparently is dating his manager 26 years younger than him! I checked and he's 60 years old and his current woman 26 years old just like Abba. So what is boggling my mind is that, why Chris got backlash for it when the age gap between he and Abba is just 16 basically half of the age gap between Brad and his current partner but NO ONE is saying nothing about them. He's still has million of fans loving (yes loving him!) and supporting him, even the general public is interested in him despite this weird relationship. Why?¿?¿ it makes no sense tbh whatever conclusion we come up with.

Honestly I can accept age gaps until 17 let's say roughly 20 but only if they're both consensual adults. I think 26 years difference even if Brad's woman is an adult is too much given that he's 60 years old. However they're just dating for now.

Another famous hw couple Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Hilarie Burton have 16 years age difference and no one is saying nothing bad but rooting for them together (same). Yes she's 41 and he's 57 but let's not forget they dated/married pretty young and EVERYONE in a age gap relationship will reach that. Same thing you know?

Another famous hw couple Rosie Whiteley and Jason Statham - 20 years of age difference but his fans never left and they do love and support him like before even his woman is well liked by his fans and he showed her off multiple times.

There are plenty of other famous hw couples (most married) with even bigger age gaps but I see no one complaining even if the man shows up at every event with his woman and viceversa and fans are literally happy for them.

Now, I know Chris and Abba are PR but why for him dating/marrying younger is a "problem" when the age gap between them is not even 20 while other hw couples (in love forreal) with even bigger age gaps live their lives normally and fans are more happier than ever with their fave being happy with their women ??

This makes me think that the age gap is just an excuse (mainly cause she's a fcking adult wether you like it or not) because it's clear to me after I mentioned all those couples and no one bothering them but being supportive instead, some fans do not want to admit her not nice personality aka racism aka trolling aka disrespecting towards Chris in general so they use the age gap excuse.

If the woman wasn't racist, a porn enthusiast, a troll, a clout chaser, disrespectful towards journalists I surely had no issue with her being Chris's partner and I'm more older than her and I look younger than my age just like Abba.

That's it. Sorry for my long ass vent, Mod ❤️ but I want to clarify this is not aimed at you but those who have a problem with it and they better grow up. Also sorry if I made grammar mistakes as English is not my first language.

I'm team Chris 🙌💙

I braced myself, An🫶n and I'm glad I did.

Exactly! It's honestly easier to use the most basic shallow reasons, because if we use the real reasons, it'd be a long ass Convo with a ton of back and forth, wherein, you're not even sure you can change a person's mind by the end of it.

So, yeah. Not a problem for the other couples, because in a way, they aren't problematic. Meanwhile Albitch... Has a long trail of red flags to follow her around 😆

Don't worry about it! This was a good read. And definitely insightful, and sometimes we really do gotta get it off our chests.

And I understood you perfectly ☺️

Welcome to the Team!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[jumbledqueerramblings]

I was always the brunt of the joke. Until I was 19 years old, someone being in a relationship with me, much less intimate with me was the punchline. I can’t really blame them, It was definitely ironic that the Valentine’s baby had one eye bigger than the other, extra stomach and arm padding, and crooked teeth that had a gap in the middle. I wasn’t particularly charismatic either, so my personality didn’t help much. Of course, I, like any other unsupervised kid groomed on the internet, engaged in sexual roleplays and phone sex with my then “boyfriend” but…

The first time someone expressed overt desire toward me, I laughed in his face. The memory is so vivid to me despite being under the influence of some shitty drugs we picked up off the street and two liters of Everest beer. Of a group of 15 or so adults who’d snuck up to the hotel rooftop as the streets of Kathmandu buzzed and beeped rhythmically after midnight, we were the youngest by at least 5 years. As such we’d developed a sort of tit for tat cat and mouse game of banter. This night we sparred insults between drags of whatever shitty joint the frenchie’s had conjured up. Smoke wafted upwards as I choked down a laugh at a jab a friend had made about the two of us “looking cozy over there” I rolled my eyes and snorted before cursing him out and rolling my head back to look up at the stars. I blinked the sleepiness out of my eyes at some point and told everyone I planned to turn in. Others mumbled agreement and followed suit. He was in the room next door. He texted me shortly after my eyes finally felt heavy again, and I could almost hear the lilt in his voice as he sent over sweet nothings. I, at 19 years old, thought he was pulling my leg. It wasn’t until a few days later, when he told me my “hard to get” act was getting old that I realized he was serious. Sometime later we messed around and honestly one of the only things I can remember was a long silver necklace that dangled in my face the whole time. Was he attractive? Sure. But I never loved him, really I didn’t even like him, he was sort of just the easiest thing to cling to as we all ran away from our problems at home.

The point is… my body has almost always been a point of scrutiny, and it wasn’t until 7 years ago that I became aware that it could be something else.

So when you look at me like I hung the moon and painted the stars, I don’t know HOW to handle it. You, laughing gleefully when I finally relinquish control and my voice shakes and cracks and squeaks. You, when you grab, and pull, and bite, as if you’re trying to swallow me whole. Dragging your fingers along the top of my rib cage or the back of my thigh because you know it’ll make me squirm. Pressing melting kisses along the column of my neck where my collarbone meets my spine just to hear a breathy whimper. Whispering sweet nothings that become syrupy condescending somethings that I can’t quite decode because the edges of my brain are static. Telling me all the toxic terrible things I’m desperate to hear even though I know I shouldn’t want to hear them. Perfect. Delicate. Precious. Yours. I don’t have time to think about the way I look, I just want to hear your laugh again. Coaxing me to forget, to live in the moment, that I don’t have to change.

I love getting lost. Digging my fingers into your shoulders, into the sheets. Fantasizing about all of the different ways I could be yours. I don’t know how to be normal about this anymore. I don’t even think it’s about the sex I just want to be praised. Maybe that’s weird and selfish and stupid but when your eyes flash and your expression becomes almost cocky, all I want to know is how perfect you think I am. How good I am. How you’ll never tire of me and I’ll be yours. I don’t know how you could possibly look at me the way you do, with awe and adoration and lust, but god, I hope you never stop.

[caress-a-sad-tree]

Summer days

When we mention summer days, what jump out from your mind? Kids laughing in the fairground? Or the ice cream with the rainbow? Seems that all beautiful memories appear. But is summer day that nice? When I am telling this story, I played from John Lennon. Please feel free to play it , while you read this sad story.

I had a old name that only my childhood-friends know, is differ with my name now. It seems that there is a force that make me feel the sadness, when I use that name, Leverrier. The sadness is a uncontrollable huge power that can suck me into a deep hole and make me too powerless to yell for help, especially when I was in the kindergarten.

Teacher convenes all kids in my class, to the playground to play games. Everyone loves it, including me, a normal kid that wanna seek for happy. We played hide-and-seek, and the kids that have been found will join the finding team. Starts with one finder. He is my friend, even though forty years makes me forget his name. When the game starts, I hide in a hole between two child-slides. At that time, I though it was brilliant and no one can be able to find me. Few minutes later, some sounds appear around me, and I hide my laugh to stay quiet. But the sounds passed, no one appear. And because my "brilliant location", I can not see their faces. The quietness and sunshine penetrate my heart from my throat. No one is here? I ask my self quietly. The sunshine break slide and form a natural gap. It hurts me, both physical and emotional. Where is the position I am in the world? Will I miss my way in whole the life-time? Are the people around me all kind of mist-person which can easily disappear? I have no idea. I then walk out from the slide. No one is there, and there are no any sounds. Only a deep bright light from the sun, directly light on me, only me. I then ask the guard about where my classmates are. He asked me about my number of class and he say that they already backed for a hour. I glare at him with full of shock. How long time have I been there? I only feel about few minutes passed. How a it be an hour? At that age, I don’t even know the word of sadness, but I suddenly know a true idea that is the sadness is a hole of time. The hole that I cannot escape, which makes me feel the powerless. A powerful but soft gravity pull on me a suck me into a hole, and suddenly I flow on the surface of honey. This kind of special feelings are still exist when I grow up. Where are these people? They all forget about me? All they are just the person of most that have no spirit to act freely. Oh! Or I am the one, who is not being detected. For these year, since I was born, I feel like I am not be detected by the world. I survived in this world, like a tiny ants, or formless air. Seems that nothings detect my sense neither existence. After this, you might say it is not even a case. But it curved on me hardly. And since that, the emptiness from my self-existence grow bigger and bigger, and it makes the person who I am now. We all hate to admit a powerless of human beings, but it is true that even some little things can change our life entirely. The loneliness I felt, begin with this summer, in the kindergarten time, when the sunshine has broke the slides and penetrated my backbone.

[e-jaegerenthusiast]

lurk~toji fushiguro x reader

(part 2 to u&i bully!megumi)

art by sab_xcvii

I am respectfully looking down. down.

had to down a couple of beers to get through this bro—

all characters are of age.

based on the song ‘lurk’ by the neighbourhood

warnings/tw; smut, cheating?, age gap, rough sex, choking, daddy kink, spitting, size kink, slight dumbificantion, degrading, praise kink, nipple play (both receiving)

summary; what happens when you learn more about megumi? and believe it too.

w.c; 6k

you’d been thinking about megumi all weekend. his face and all the events from the prior day swirling inside your head as you pondered them over and over, trying and hoping to find an apology in midst of all the pants shared between you both. of all the words he said to you.

just a simple apology. an apology to ease your heart, an attempt to clear all the things he put you through. all the times he humiliated you, all the times he embarrassed you and made you feel unimportant, unwanted. that’s all your beating heart wanted from him.

yet he never said those two words. not as he kissed you, not as he led you to the backseat of his charger, not as he slid in your mouth, or not as he fucked into you.

your chest filled with anxiety, he used me. curling up in your comforter as you tried to push away your negative thoughts with the soft music playing in your ears.

that was until your phone gave out a ding. picking it up, the light of it filling your dark, depressing room as you read the text with an unknown contact.

‘hey, bunny’ it read.

you squinted your eyes, where had you heard that nickname before? ah yes. the parking lot. the devil himself.

you groaned, locking your phone and wrapping yourself in your warm duvet again. your phone lit up again with the sound of his text. you blinked a few times as you shook your head and unlocked it again.

‘forgot to tell you’ as you read that, you pressed the contact and saved it as “megs </3”

your heart filled with a sense of hope, the little burnt flame igniting within you again, it died down as soon as it had been planted in you as you read the next text,

‘i got your number from one of your friends’

you sigh, so that’s what he forgot to tell you. not fuckin-

you were brought out of your thoughts as another text popped up

‘hello?’

‘y/n?’

‘did that bitch give me the wrong number?’

you wish you could just type out a lie, saying he got the wrong number, and forget that megumi fushiguro ever existed in your life. sure, maybe it was petty of you to hold a grudge against him for not apologizing even after the sensual acts that took place between you both the day prior. however, it was important to you. you needed to know he actually felt guilty those times. you need to know he felt as shitty as you did on the inside. you needed to know he wasn’t just using you. he technically never said that either, just told you to not say it.

nevertheless, you’re typing away before you can stop yourself. you should have.

‘hey ‘gumi’

‘no you got the right number’

you don’t really know what else to say. waiting patiently as the 3 dots start moving, signaling he’s typing.

‘good.’

‘i’ll pick you up in 30. be ready.’

you glance at the time on your phone, 5:30. you had enough time.

‘okay’

‘see ya cutie’

you get out of your bed quickly. taking a quick shower as the warm water helped you relax. you wear some jean shorts and a tank top with a silver necklace hanging lowly on your neck. you do some light makeup, only a little colorless lipgloss and mascara, as you tie your hair up in a ponytail. a few strands coming loose, not really being bothered to re-do it, you head down the stairs and go outside to sit on the porch, waiting for megumi.

in a couple minutes, his black charger comes to a halt infront of your house, you get up, grabbing your phone and your small purse, sliding it around your neck as you make your way to his car.

he leans to the passenger side and opens the door for you, giving you a smirk as you get in, gaze faltering on your jean shorts as he licks his lips. you give him a small smile, “hi.” your voice is soft as you observe him, the smell of rough lavender fills your nose this time instead of the cedarwood and musk, it seems gone now. his raven hair is damp atop his head, signaling he just came out of the shower.

he leans over and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, his hair brushing your forhead as he pulls away. a blush creeps on to your cheeks, “hey, beautiful.” he smiles as he fixes his gaze on the road and presses the gas pedal.

he puts his hand on your upper thigh, “how are you?” you bite the inside of your cheeks, “fine.” his gaze stops on you for a second before looking back at the road, “you’re lying.” you sigh, trying to come up with an excuse. how could he tell whenever you’re lying? “I uhm.. I just have a bit of a headache.”

he hummed, “if you say so.” he gave you a smile as he squeezed your thigh. you decided to push all your thoughts away for now and only focus on him. you put your hand on his, “where are we going?” he looked at your hand with a smile, “my house.”

your gaze fixed on him, “why not outside?” he looked over to you, “I lost my phone somewhere at the house.. but if you don’t wanna go there I don’t mind. we could just hang outside.” he said with a shrug.

you thought it over for a few seconds, he was offering you a chance to see his house, where he spent most of his childhood in, so if you got the chance to see more of him, you would be a fool to not take it. you gave a soft squeeze to his hand on your thigh, “no, yeah let’s go to your house.”

he smirked as he made a sharp turn into a street, his knuckles flexing on the wheel. this was pretty far from your house, the houses in the neighborhood were all a fair distance away from eachother, each one looking modern and rather large.

he pulled into the parking way of one of the houses, as you looked up from your window, you could see the house was just as big as the others, glass panes covering one whole side of it instead of walls. the parking garage’s door slid up with a press of megumi’s finger on a remote. he parked the car and you both got out. a sudden feeling of anxiety swimming in your chest as you saw the big black ram next to where megumi had parked, was his dad home?

megumi grabbed your hand in his, holding you close and interlocking your fingers as you both made your way up a small flight of stairs. “my dad’s not home, I think he’s at the neighbors’ house, he’s his friend.” you swallowed, your shoulders relaxing as you nodded.

he let go of your hand as he opened a door that led to the huge living room, mostly black and dark grey furniture everywhere, it was calming in a sense. he twirled around with his arms open infront of you, “as you can see the house’s pretty fuckin huge. I hate it— so I’m not gonna give you a tour or anything. but,” you frowned at his words, fidgeting with your fingers. he moved towards you, smiling, “how about you give yourself a tour as you call my phone and try to find it? please? I need it for this one senior assignment I’m getting today.” you nodded slowly as he flashed you a big grin, kissing your cheek before storming off and yelling, “my sister needs my help with something! I’ll be back!”

with that, he left you alone standing in the large empty living room. you sighed, finding his phone seemed to be pretty important to him. you got your phone out of your purse, starting to dial megumi’s number as you wondered around the house. he didn’t seem fond of this house, it was really big though so you thought family members could easily ignore each other for days. that’s probably what megumi would do.

you dialed his number over and over, looking around the vastly sized kitchen, the dining room, and some other rooms downstairs. megumi had left upstairs so you thought that’s probably where the bedrooms are and he had most definitely looked around in there. so you decided to take the stairs that spiraled down instead. 

as you made your way down the stairs, a faint sound of the bass of music hit your ears. you followed it down the narrow hallway that was filled with empty white vases and fake plants. the music was getting too loud for it to be a ringtone. it led you to a big white door, you opened it as you stepped inside.

you were met with an even bigger looking room than any of the ones you had seen on the main floor, mirrors were covering all its walls, the music loud as it blasted through the soundproof ceiling, there were lots of equipment and machines, oh. it was a gym. was it bigger than the living room and kitchen combined? probably.

you dialed megumi’s number again, walking around the gym, staring at everything with wide eyes. how fucking rich were they? their own personal gym right under their penthouse, you scoffed at the excessive wealth they had, or his dad had.

you heard a light vibration, going towards it as you could see a faint light on the ground next to a towel, right under the mirrors on the wall, you bent over to pick it up, megumi’s phone. finally.

as you stood back up, your eyes set on a huge, tall body in the mirror standing behind you, before you could even look up to see who it is, you screamed and turned around, jumping back against the mirror, closing your eyes as you brought your hands in front of you offensively, as if you could do any damage with them.

you slowly opened your eyes as you heard a deep chuckle, toji fushiguro stood infront of you. tight workout shorts sticking to his legs, bringing out his huge thighs, a black tank top sat upon his chest, a slight wet ring formed around the front of it as his body was covered in sweat, glistening.

his body was beyond huge, making you look so insignificant standing before him. he ran a veiny hand through his damp hair, bicep flexing as he did so, “done staring, pretty thing?” your mouth went dry, as if you weren’t practically drooling seconds before.

you could hear your heartbeat in your own ears, you were about to fucking black out. and you didn’t know why, his presence was so intimidating, the smell of cedarwood and musk filled the aroma around him, making you dizzy. so that was his smell yesterday in the car.

he towered over you, licking slightly at the scar on his lip, “cat’s got your tongue? or has megumi got a deaf plaything this time?” at the mention of your hearing, you tried to focus on the loud song playing instead of your unsteady heartbeat. the song was a forgein rap, turkish maybe? as it blasted through the gym and bounced off the ceiling.

you cleared your throat slightly, not trusting the power of your voice right now, “I uhm.. no.. I was just looking for fushiguro’s phone, and I uh.. found it here.” you waved the phone in front of your face, trying to show him.

he raises a brow, turning around and moving towards what seems to be a cable crossover machine. he grabs the hem of his black top with one hand, sliding it over his head as he dries the sweat around his neck, leaving the shirt there like a scarf. you stand there, staring at his muscular back. pressing your thighs together, why were you pressing your thighs together? this was megumi’s dad.

megumi’s phone kept buzzing in your hand, you looked at the screen, notifications on notifications showing there, you couldn’t see the texts unless it was unlocked but you could see the contact names, most of them were not saved, the rest being emojis.

“7 notifications from 💥”

“4 notifications from 👅”

“3 notifications from 🧜🏻‍♀️”

you could feel the rage settling in your stomach and all the way to your head, having a tight grip on his phone. the sound of weights bumping into eachother made you jump, looking up at where toji stood in between the machine, his arms working with the cables as his pecs flexed and unflexed.

the man glances at you from the side of his eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat. he keeps opening and closing his arms with the wire, his gaze not leaving you as you practically have a staring contest. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them as the scar on his lip tugs upwards with his smirk.

he stops moving his arms, making you flinch again with the sound of the weights hitting the metal, you find yourself pulling away your gaze from his crotch. when did you start staring at the bulge in his shorts?

you felt dizzy again as he started walking towards you slowly, his manly perfume filling your nose again. taking the damp black top around his neck and tying it around his forhead, he makes it into a makeshift headband as he pulls his hair back out of his forhead and up. you gasp at the sight, looking down at the ground in as your face starts heating up.

he stops a few inches infront of you, holding his large palm out to you as he motions for you to give him megumi’s phone. the loud forgein rap seems to fade away as his deep voice rings in your ears again, “explosion one’s ‘bitch that sucked him off real good,” he scrolled through megumi’s notifications with his thumb. the big phone looking tiny in his large hands, he held a bored expression on his face as he made your heart clench with each sentence, “tongue one he went down on,” he scoffs and chuckles darkly, “damn brat, the mermaid one must be the girl he fucked in my pool last night and denied of ever doing so when I busted his ass.” he twisted the phone in his hands and held it out to you.

a horrid expression filled your eyes as you kept your gaze on his chest, “oh and you must be the sunset girl, hm?” you looked up at him, tears brimming your eyes, “w-what??” he leaned forward and tucked megumi’s phone in the back pocket of your jean shorts, his big hand covering the majority of the cheek of your ass, making you shiver as your nose was practically in his neck, his musky scent making you dizzy.

as he pulled away, he whispered in your ear in a voice you could only recognize as seductive scary, “you look smarter than to be used by my excuse of a son, doll.” you blinked a few times. trying to register what just happened before quickly getting past him and making your way out of the gym and upstairs.

your head was swarming with thoughts as you sat in the living room, clutching megumi’s phone in your hands. you stared at the spiraling stairs that would lead you up to where he probably was. you were trying to mentally get yourself ready, should you ask him about it? should you even mention it? toji’s voice clouded your brain, he called you megumi’s plaything. was it true? were you just like all the other girls? getting used by him and getting lost between the many ‘emoji’s’?

you took a deep breath, heading upstairs and calling for megumi. his head plopped out of one of the rooms, hair in fluffy spikes as he smiled at you. “did you find it?” you nodded and walked towards him.

giving him his phone, he motioned for you to join him in his bedroom, sitting on his chair in the corner of the room as you sat on his bed in the center, looking at him anxiously as you gripped the bedsheets beneath your palms.

he was focused on his phone, scrolling through something with furrowed brows and an amused expression before he looked at you standing up and grabbing what seemed to be his car keys from his desk.

“hey uhh.. I’m sorry one of my friends is in big trouble, I gotta go but I’ll be back okay? do you wanna stay here until I come back?” he waited for your answer, lightly bouncing his foot as if he couldn’t wait to get out of the room and to wherever he was going.

you felt like you could cry any moment now, you just needed him to go away, to not be here to witness your pathetic tears and emotions. you bit on your bottom lip, should you wait for him? or go home? “uhm, yeah I’ll wait..” you said as his ocean blue eyes stared at you in anticipation, you couldn’t say no to them.

a wide smile came onto his face, giving you a salute and a small “thank you” before he hurried out of the room, getting downstairs with fast steps that you could hear.

you took a deep breath, falling back down on his bed, it smelled like him, like lavender. god what where you doing? your eyes felt heavy like your heart, why did you give him a chance to slither his way into you heart? he was supposed to stay your bully.

before you knew it, you fell asleep on his bed, your brain too swarmed by your thoughts that you wanted to just push away. you felt like you were half asleep, still being aware of your surroundings.

you opened your eyes to a vibration, it was your phone in your hands, you looked at the time, it had been almost an hour since you laid on his bed, not even aware if you were fully asleep or not.

you sighed, getting off his bed and out of his room, you looked around for a bathroom, finding it not too far from megumi’s room, in the same hallway a few steps down.

when you came out, you turned around only to bump into a chest, looking up, you covered your mouth with your hands, “I’m sorry! uhm...” it was megumi’s dad, he had a grin on his face, his hair damp atop his head, his chest bare, and a towel hanging around his torso.

he gave you a look up and down, “you’re good, where’s megumi?” he waited for your answer, but saw you fidgeting with your fingers and pouting, “he left you didn’t he?” you nodded weakly.

he brought his hand to his own chin, rubbing at it as he seemed to be deep in thought of something, then his gaze caught yours, your eyes dilating as a devilish grin made its way accross his lips.

before you could blink, your back was pressed against the wall of the hallway, his large hand around your throat as he towered over you. leaning his face close to yours as your eyes fluttered with his minty breath in your face, “then how about,” he tightened his grip on your throat, making you choke on a breath as he continued, “we get some revenge on him, yeah?”

you were speechless, this all felt like a fever dream. that’s it, maybe you hadn’t even woken up yet, maybe you were still sleeping soundly in megumi’s room. but the wetness pooling between your legs as he parted them with his knee said otherwise.

he smashed his lips onto yours, kissing you at a slow pace until your small hands were grabbing at his chest, pushing him away to look up into his dark eyes, “t-this is wrong— what are we—��

he sighed, “your little boyfriend is out fucking someone else right now, please don’t tell me your little teenage heart is in love with him or some bullshit.” he was right. you were nothing to megumi, you never had been. so why shouldn’t you act like he was nothing to you?

his eyes were searching your face, his brows scrunched together. you grabbed a fist full of the back of his hair and brought his lips down to yours, you could feel his smirk against your lips before he started to kiss you back again, this time rougher.

his tongue pushed against your lips, and you opened your mouth for him, letting him taste you. the smell of musk was all around you, making you dizzy as you grabbed at his hair. the kiss was a sloppy mess, his tongue dominating yours and biting at your bottom lip as he pulled back.

he pressed his bulge against your center, making you let out a small whimper as you looked up at him with doe eyes. he leaned in again, but this time his lips went to your neck, his tongue pressing against your pulse point as the beat of your heart got faster and faster. you could feel him sucking and nibbling on the skin of your neck, leaving trails of crimson and rosemary all over your collarbone as you shuddered and small pants left your mouth.

his large hands were pressing into both sides of your hip, the towel around his torso shuffling as he practically grinded your clothed center onto it. on of your hands was laced through his hair, grip tightening as his mouth traveled down to your chest, pressing wet kisses right above your boobs that were still covered by the material of your shirt. your other hand held onto the large muscle of his bare bicep tightly, crescents forming from your nails as he bit the hard bud of your nipple from above your shirt.

your hand on his bicep traveled to his chest hesitantly, so hesitant that when your fingers accidentally brushed against his left nipple, he hissed, a shudder running down his spine and pulling back from where he was marking you up. you studied the loon on his face closely, his eyes were filled with lust, looking you up and down as he towered over your small form.

you looked back at the hand that was resting on his pec, his nipple hard right between your index and middle finger. you took a deep breath, slowly moving forward towards his chest, he watched you as you pressed a kiss to his nipple, his arm twitching from on the wall, the fingers from his other hand tightening around the flesh of your tiny hip. he wanted to stop you, let you know who’s in charge, but he decided to wait, wanting to know what you’re up to.

you pressed another kiss to the bud, only this time, your tongue pressed against it as you pulled away, earning a grunt from him. you stuck out your tongue circling his nipple in slow movements as your other hand trailed down his defined stomach, grabbing onto the self-made knot of his towel as you attempted to pull him closer than he already was.

the way your tongue was swirling around his nipple as you sucked slowly, kissing it after each nibble had him weak. he was god awful thankful that you couldn’t see his face right now, because his expression was not him. his face was burried in your neck, the tip of his nose a light pink that dusted his defined cheekbones too. his eyes were scrunched shut, his nose upwards as his mouth was agape, small pants and broken breaths leaving his pretty lips.

when you finally got the knot of his towel free, the white material going loose around his torso, you bit down on his nipple gently. that was his breaking point, the rope that finally snapped. hearing a deep growl from him, you could feel large hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you up so you were flush against him, both your legs locked around his waist and your hands tight around his neck as you hid your face in between his two large pecs.

you were so lost in the strong smell of the shampoo previously used on his chest that you only felt his girth in between your legs when he started walking you both down the hallway. your eyes widened, looking down in between you and at the generous amount of manhood he had to give you with a gasp. you were dumbfounded, stuttering over your words as you tried to form a sentence, he was walking you both somewhere, a deep chuckle vibrating from his chest as you pressed your head to it again.

“ssshh don’t worry about that, doll.” he said, rubbing circles onto the flesh of your ass with his thumb. you pulled your head back from his chest as you felt his hands shuffle, throwing you onto a bed as you bounced a few times, your hair fanning around you as you closed your eyes, trying to prepare yourself for whatever is to come.

your eyes opened wide as your nose picked up the now familiar scent of lavender, looking around you in a haste, you were on megumi’s bed.

you looked forward, the sentence you wanted to scream at toji dying down on your tongue when you saw him crawling towards you with a malicious grin, the veins in his large biceps flexing with every moment, his cock standing upright under his stomach, the tip red and angry as precum dribbled onto the lavender-smelling sheets below you both.

his large form is above you, hands on either side of your head as he leans down again, grabbing at your shirt in an animalistic manner, you thought he was gonna tug it over your head, closing your eyes. you opened them back up when you heard a loud shredding sound. he had ripped your top to pieces, the fabric ripping in two beside you as your naked chest was exposed to him.

he raise his brows, the side of his mouth where his scar resided rising up into a half-smirk, “no bra? fucking dirty.” he grabbed one of your boobs, rolling your nipple in between his fingers as he took the other one his mouth, humming around it as his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, his gaze coming back to stare you in the eyes as you watched him. “were you prepared to get fucked by him again?” he said in between pressing his tongue against your nipple, earning small pants and whimpers from you.

“didn’t expect to be splayed out like this under his dad instead did you now?” his voice was deep, he sucked on your nipple repeatedly, making sure to give the other one the same attention as he rolled the other bud in between his large fingers. you moaned out loud when you felt his sharp teeth biting into your chest, “speak when you’re fucking spoken to.” he said as he landed a slap on your other boob, you whimpered, nodding your head “y-yes— I mean— n-no I didn’t—“

he gave out a dark chuckle, his hot breaths driving you crazy as he switched between your boobs, sucking and biting on the other one as he held them both in his hands, “haven’t even fucked you, yet you’re all dumb under me already.” he said with another chuckle as he hummed around your nipple.

he came back up to your lips, his huge cock pressing into your clothed center. you felt his fingers wrap around your throat, rising your head slightly from the pillow and bringing your face closer to his, your nose touching his, his gaze feral as it pierced you, his lips inches away from you as you could feel his hot breath over your lips.

he gave you a passionate kiss, his tongue diving into your mouth before he pulled away, your lips following him to get more, but he only chuckled darkly again, looking down at where his cock was practically twitching against you. “you gonna take your slutty fucking shorts off? or should I rip them as well huh?” you shakes your head rapidly, “n-no.” you squealed.

he raised his brows, his gaze moving between your eyes and your lips, his hand tightening around your throat, “no, who?” he nearly growled out. you squeezed your eyes together, breath catching in your throat as you whine out “n-no… daddy.” he smirked, giving a single smooch to your parted lips before loosening his hand around your throat, “atta girl, now c’mon, do as you’re told and I’ll play nice on you ‘kay?”

your hands were shaky as you lifted your hips, sliding your shorts down halfway to your knees, struggling to get out of them under his dark gaze. he groaned, rolling his eyes as his hands replaced yours, tugging the shorts down fully and throwing them somewhere on the floor.

he looked down at you, licking his lips. a wet patch had formed on your panties, his large hands coming to your hips, grabbing onto the waistband of your underwear before he groaned again, “too much fuckin work.” you heard another ripping sound, he had tore your underwear too, disregarding the pieces that remained on the bed as he ran his fingers along your inner thigh, his eyes coming back up to your face to watch your every expression.

“oops.” he muttered, snickering at you, before his face turned into one of— concern? your lips were trembling, tears prickling your eyes as you tried to blink them away. he moved up again, his hand coming up to hold your face in his palm, his thumb wiping at your wet lashes. “what is it, doll? are you scared?”

you sniffed, shaking your head grabbing his other wrist in your small hands, shakily bringing it to your lower stomach. he smiled, humming, “you want me touch you? take real good care of you?” his fingers inched closer to your clit, but still not touching, only grazing the upper part of your pussy.

you nodded, “uhh huh— p-please, fushiguro.” he chuckled again, the sound becoming familiar to your ears as you wanted to hear it more and more. “please??” he said in a teasing tone, his voice dropping a few octaves down if that was even possible.

“p-please toji—“ he laughed, the noise making your cunt flutter around nothing. “wrong answer, doll.” he slapped your clit, the action catching you off gaurd, making you let out a choked whimper. his hand still on your cheek, going down to grip your jaw as he hummed quizzically. “please, daddy.”

“mhhmm,” you felt his palm graze your clit as one of his thick middlefinger fingers entered you, your back arching and hips bucking up towards his hands as you moaned. “there you go, right there?” the pad of his finger pressed against the perfect spot inside of you, your thighs shaking around him as you nodded and moaned, his chuckles feeling your ears again.

your hips were bucking up against him in a circular motion, your walls tightening around his single finger as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to unwind, right then and there, he pulled his finger out of you, snickering as you whined. you looked down at him, his finger that was in you seconds ago now in his mouth as he hummed around it, “you taste so sweet, doll.”

he leaned down, taking his large cock in his hand, stroking the base a few times before lining it up right at your entrance, he was on his knees, looking down at you with a raised brow, “I’d ask you if you’re a virgin but,” your eyes widened as you felt his head move into you, your hands gripping the sheets and your knuckles growing white as you whimpered. “you’re a naughty little— fuck— slut. but still tight.”

your walls fluttered around him repeatedly as he tried to fit in more of his cock, stretching you open almost painfully, but god the stretch felt amazing. you felt like you could rip the sheets any moment now with the grip you had on them, you could barely keep your eyes open, nuzzling your head into your own neck and whimpering.

until you felt his fingers wrap around your throat again, looking at him as your mouth hung open, soundless breaths leaving your mouth and onto his face as he smirked, his cock was spreading you open so wide, you could feel every vein, every ridge of it brushing against your tight walls, and eventually his big balls tapping at your ass when he bottomed out.

he stilled inside of you, letting you let out your choked breaths until your hips were rutting against him, he groaned, “I’m trying to be nice here, give you time to get used to it, and you go and grind against me while I’m balls-deep inside of your tight little cunt?” your eyes rolled back as he gave you his first thrust, hard and unrelenting. making your tits jiggle up and back down again, your hands going to his wrist that is around your throat.

you hold his lower arm with one of your small hands, and the other around his wrist, pressing down on your throat until a squeak comes out your mouth, his cock twitches inside of you, and you clench around him as he gives you another hard thrust, “want me to choke you? you’re dirty like that?” his fingers tighten around your neck, and your around his arm and wrist.

his thrusts are hard, fucking into you with all the power in his hips and pulling out agonizingly slow, just to ram back in again. you moan out and let out incoherent babbles, he hums quizzically, and you lol your tongue out, his thrusts slow for a few seconds, chuckling darkly. he spits in your mouth, right on your tongue, and you can feel his thrusts speed up again as he grunts out “swallow then.”

and you do, you take all that he gives you, your cunt flutters around him again, your orgasm close as you claw at his large biceps, whimpering and moaning out, “f-faster, please daddy.” he groans, taking both his arms and balancing himself on top of you, but closer.

his hips move faster, not hard and agonizing anymore, but he listens to you. the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room and mixes with the ragged breaths coming out of his mouth, and then loud moans you’re giving out, your hands go to his hair as you feel the knot in your stomach snap, scratching at his scalp and pulling at the back of his hair.

he moans, the sound cutting short as he presses his lips to yours, it’s messy, just a wet battle of tongues as you both swallow eachother’s sounds. a string of saliva connecting you both as your pussy gushes all around him, cumming with a scream and another pull on the raven strands of his hair.

he keeps giving you sloppy thrusts, helping you ride through your orgasm, “fuck— yeah, cum on daddy’s cock baby, just like that.” his voice is shaky, the words coming out between broken breaths and grunts. he gives you one last thrust, making your whole body shudder as he fills you up, his warm cum painting your insides, as he moans repeatedly, his brows scrunched and his forhead resting in the crook of your neck as he tries to calm himself.

he lays on top of you for a while, but slowly pulls away as you start groaning, his body weight crushing you. with a chuckle, he pulls out, and it’s the most beautiful sight you’ve seen. he’s on his knees between your legs, holding the base of his own cock as he pulls out slowly, one side of his hair is in the air, messy around his head and beads of sweat decorate his chest.

you whine out at the feeling of being so empty, and he snickers, shaking his head and leaving the room before you notice. did he just leave you? you lay on the bed, and try to get up before his cum can stain megumi’s sheets. your legs are shaking as you try to make it to the bathroom, your lower stomach burning with an unfamiliar pain, you had never taken a dick this big before.

you washed up, getting out the bathroom with shaky legs, holding the wall for support. until you bumped into a chest, again. you looked up, he looked the same as when he left the room, “you really need to stop doing that doll. unless you want me to destroy your cunt.” toji says with a smirk, making your cheeks heat up.

“why did you get up?” he asks with a raise of his brows. you struggle to stand, your knee buckling as his gaze goes down to your trembling legs, chuckling as he has you in his arms in the blink of an eye, carrying you back to megumi’s room. “you can’t even walk now can you?” he says teasingly. and you huff, furrowing your brows as he sits you back on the bed.

“I went to bring you a shirt. since ya know-“ you look up at him, your eyes sparkling as he holds a black shirt in his hands, giving you a smile, “arms up.” you obey, putting both your arms up, waiting for him to put his shirt on you. he licks his lips, grinning as he gives out a chuckle, looking at you tits being stretched up with your hands, you didn’t even notice. you squeak, putting your arms back down and on your chest, trying to cover them as he chuckles again, his green eyes hooded and dark as he watches you, “hiding them from me as if— how adorable.” he shook his head.

he threw you his shirt, “go on, megs will be here soon.” you wear the shirt, the fabric big on you, the musky smell filling your senses again. you couldn’t face megumi now, not in his dad’s shirt.

toji chuckles, moving his hand through his hair as he clicks his tongue, “don’t think he can see you like this can he? or would you want that?”

your cheeks grow red, and you nibble on your bottom lip as you shake your head.

he sighs, “come down to the garage after you put your pants on. or don’t, that’s even better.” he leaves the room with a chuckle.

what did you just do?

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Laisse tomber les filles 7

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon (not explicitly tagged for a surprise but nothing extreme).

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: We back at it again! Happy Tuesday.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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‘When I was nineteen, pureness was the great issue...I saw the world divided into people who had slept with somebody and people who hadn’t, and this seemed the only really significant difference between one person and another. I thought a spectacular change would come over me the day I crossed the boundary line.’

You read and reread the paragraph. You couldn’t help it. The first time you read that book, you just didn’t get the cynicism. There were still parts you couldn’t quite relate to. But that passage sank into you like a pebble in water. You felt changed already and after something so little.

You hadn’t seen Lee since Saturday. He had your number now and called at night. A few times, there was noise in the background; people, cars, life. You realised he must’ve been at a payphone, taking a moment away from his patrol. That was another thing about him; he felt so established, so wise, and that made you feel even less.

When the phone began to ring that night, you ignored it. And when it stopped, you picked up the receiver and dialed the only number you knew. Your mom picked up and you heard the sink running in the background. She was always busy when you called.

“Mom,” you said, “it’s me.”

“Oh, hi, dear,” she replied in her creaky tone, “how are you? Oh, is something wrong?”

“Um… I’m okay, I just wanted to call, I…” you thought of telling her about Lee but you weren’t really sure how. You weren’t even sure why you called her, only that you felt alone. “I miss you and daddy.”

“We miss you, too,” you heard her steps and her grunt as she stretched the cord and twisted off the faucet. “He’s been working hard down at the steel yard and he’s so proud. All the other men tell him to hush up when he brags about you.”

“Yeah? I… I’m working hard. Got an A on my last paper,” you played with the coiled cord.

“That’s great, dear,” she chimed, “are you sure you’re okay? You sound tired.”

“I am tired,” you said, “that’s all. Studying and all that.”

“I hope so. I wouldn’t want you going out late to one of those parties,” she tittered, “Noreen’s son got arrested at one of those and spent a night in jail. They spent their mortgage to get him out.”

“No, no, I don’t, um, go to parties,” you assured, not adding that no one would even think to invite you to one.

“Oh, dear, I’m sorry, I’ll have to call back tomorrow,” she sighed as you heard the door clamour, “your father’s so intent on hurting himself these days.”

“Okay, um, it’s alright, I’ll talk later, love y--” the phone went dead and you listened to the dull tone.

You put the receiver back in the cradle and tapped your fingers on your lips. You picked up your book and sat back on your bed. You couldn’t focus on the words though as your mind lingered on the familiar sounds of home. You missed it terribly. You just wanted to take the bus and go hide in your old childhood bed.

The phone rang again. You knew it wasn’t your mother. You left it and when it silenced, there was only a second before it started again. You waited until the next lull and moved the receiver off the cradle and let the low hum rise from the speaker. You kept it off the hook and closed your book.

You didn’t want to deal with any of that today. Not Lee, not Plath, not the plague of woes that roiled your stomach. You flopped onto your bed and pulled your pillow over your head. You weren’t going to think again until your morning lecture.

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You sat near the front of the hall with your elbow on the small fold-out desk. You swirled your pen lazily in the air as you listened to the professor expound on the flaws of historical revisionism. He wasn’t the type to entertain questions or comments, he merely ranted and expected you to note those few words of value amidst the sea of thoughts.

You yawned, exhausted despite an early night. You felt empty and drained those last four days. Ever since…

You didn’t think about it. Tried not to even as it tugged at your mind. When the memory managed to poke through, you felt the same tingle between your legs and your cheeks burned in humiliation. 

How had you let it happen? How could you let yourself do that?

You were so confused by it all. How could it be wrong if Lee said it was right? He was older, he was a cop, and he knew much more than you. You never even kissed a boy before him and he was so confident in everything he did that he must be doing it all right. 

Besides, after everything, if you refused him, you’d have only been leading him on and using him for his kindness, even if you didn’t realise what you were doing. Because what you did know was that he was a man and you were a woman and that he was doing nice things for you. And you accepted them all. The least you could do was bide his affection. That was the age old exchange, was it not?

“Next week, we’ll review chapters five and six,” the professor’s tone piqued as his ramble subsided, “I expect a class discussion and you can expect ten percent of your mark to be evaluated from your contribution and I will know if you just ‘skimmed’ the introduction.’

The class grumbled as he dismissed you and you stood slowly, stretching the cramp from your leg. You packed up your bag and hauled it on your shoulder. You had a gap between that class and your afternoon publishing class. You trailed out behind the flow of chattering students but found many of them lowered their voices as they came out into the hall.

There voices fell to whispers as they entered the hall. The sight of a brown hat assured you of the reason. Sheriff Bodecker stood against the painted brick and watched the students pass by, each eyeing him nervously and some chuckling under their breaths nervously. You tried to hide behind a taller student but your name tripped you up.

Despite your efforts to maintain your invisibility, he’d spotted you and you knew you could run away. Several of your peers craned around to watch you, no doubt suspecting some trouble on your part. You dragged your feet and stepped out of the tide of fleeing co-eds to stand along the wall with Lee.

“Hi,” you said quietly.

“Young lady,” he said staunchly and kept his eyes on the other students, nodding at them darkly as they passed.

He waited until the hall was empty before he turned on you. You fidgeted and caught your bag as it slipped from your shoulder. Your thoughts wrinkled above your brow and you stared at his brown leather shoes.

“How did you… find me here?”

He was silent as he reached in his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He opened it and showed you a print-out of your schedule.

“Easy enough,” he tapped his badge nonchalantly, “I was worried. You didn’t answer last night.”

“I fell asleep early,” you said weakly, “morning lecture, you know?”

“Mmm,” he hummed, “not that early.”

“I’m sorry, I was sleep--”

“You’re no good at lying and I don’t like you telling me fibs,” he growled, “you playin’ around with me, honey.”

“No, I…” you blinked as he folded the paper back into his pocket and pushed his jacket back to settle his hand on his pistol.

“Did you forget who I am? What I am?” he arched a brow darkly.

“N-No, sir, I… I got schoolwork and--”

“You can’t stop and talk to me for ten minutes?” he challenged, “you hurt me, honey. I’m out on patrol all night, in danger, and the only thing I got to look forward to is hearing your sweet voice.”

“I, um, I… er, I’m confused,” you eked out, “I don’t know… I…”

“Honey,” he leaned in and his hot breath glossed over you as he lowered his voice, “you know what this is, we both know what a bad girl you were on Saturday.”

“I didn’t…” you swallowed and choked on your voice, “I gotta go to the library--”

You tried to turn away but were pulled back by his tight grip on your arm. He forced you against the wall and knocked the wind from you as your bag tumbled from your arm. You gasped and stared up at him in fright. In that moment, he seemed bigger than ever; taller, thicker, and strong as hell. Stronger than you for sure.

“You don’t go nowhere ‘less I say you do,” his other hand shifted on his gun, “you got me?”

“What are you-- I didn’t… why are you being mean?”

“Me? Honey pie, you been avoiding me and I’m mean?” he snarled.

“I wasn’t avoiding you, I’m just... busy,” you whimpered as he squeezed your arm so tight it throbbed, “you’re hurting me.”

“You’re hurting me,” he hissed, “you think I got time to be comin’ down here on duty to find you?”

“You didn’t have to--”

“I did,” he barked, “I had to make sure you weren’t hussyin’ around with any other boys, like I found you last week.”

“I told you, that wasn’t--”

“Shhhhh,” his hand flew to your chin and forced your mouth shut, “I don’t got the time for this, honey. I’ll be around tonight and you’ll wear a pretty dress for me, won’t you?”

You clenched your jaw and nodded stiffly as his thumb toyed with your lip. He smiled and the tension left his grasp.

“Good girl,” he drew away and squared his shoulders, “you be ready at six and don’t keep me waitin’ again.”

“Yes, sir,” you croaked.

“Mmm,” he nodded with a smirk, “you know, I think I do prefer ‘sir’.” He bent and kissed your lips before you could turn away. You let him and he stood straight again and adjusted his belt, “six o’clock, honey pie.”

[sukirichi]

earned it [04]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. DARK CONTENT, graphic violence, mentions of blood, explicit murder, sexual violence, angst, tw dubcon, mentions of mass murder, death threats, cheating, implications of suicide, typical mafia business + very unedited (please PLEASE read at your own discretion! if you do not wish to proceed to read because of the aforementioned warnings but want to know what happened anyway, please drop into my asks and i’ll retell it in a much less graphic version!)

chapter song. never forget you (zara larsson, mnek)

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Death.

The stench of it reeked everywhere. Blood pooled at the ends of your dress, the warm liquid dripping from your fingers. You couldn’t see what was in front of you, not when your vision had been obscured black, painted red with everyone’s lifeless eyes staring back emptily at you and carrying an ominous message behind words that never had the chance to be spoken.

Satoru was gone.

You ran through flights of stairs as you bunched your dress up, dried blood present on your cheek. The gray cemented walls of this unknown building began to close down on you, suffocating you, trapping you – and then there he was. Your lover, your world, your everything – he stood on top of a pile of bodies, his face as grim as the deaths he’s caused, but that wasn’t what stood out from the scene. It was the fact you couldn’t recognize him anymore; the man before you was nothing else but the devil incarnate himself. Then, just as you ran his way, fingers outstretched to grasp at his shirt, Satoru disappeared.

He was gone.

A scream ripped out your throat as you scrambled for the sheets, pulling them up in a haste to shield yourself. The images were now gone, but that fear kept drumming into you, gloops of blood making its way through your room’s white exterior.

It’s not real, it’s not real – Satoru’s arms snaked over to your side, his eyes droopy from being woken up. You would’ve apologized, knowing he never really got proper sleep, but you were already wrapping your arms around yourself, gaze repeatedly darting back to the walls – to check for bodies, for blood, for death, for him.

“Hey,” Satoru drew you close to him until your head fell on his chest. Out of instinct, you flattened your ear above where his heartbeat rested. Thump thump – he was real, he was safe, alive – he wouldn’t do that. Satoru wasn’t that kind of person. You clung to him like a koala and mumbled incoherently at the skin of his neck, clutching his shirt so tight it wrinkled horribly. Satoru merely littered kisses all over the crown of your head to soothe you, although he was not free to this fear you felt; he was just as nervous for an unknown reason. “Angel, what’s wrong?”

“You-you were leaving—”

“Shh, angel, I’m not, I’m here,” he wrapped you closer to his body, the sheets still warm and smelling like him as if to add reassurance to his words. “You’re alright. I’m here, angel, it’s okay.”

“I was going to die,” you quivered. It had only been a fleeting moment when you saw it, but you were there too. Dressed in white, arms covered in lace and a crown adorning your head; it seemed as if you were meant to be on top of the bodies, and Satoru sat upon it like a throne. It transitioned from being the witness to being the victim in a minute and your chest squeezed so hard you choked out, “I was dying, baby.”

“You’re not going to die. No one’s going to hurt you, you understand?” Satoru cupped your cheeks to force you to look him in the eye. “I’m going to keep you safe no matter what. Not leaving your side, angel, that’s a promise.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I would never do that,” he nodded before he raised your pinky. Satoru looped both your fingers and kissed the conjoined form, not once leaving your gaze the whole time. “I promise,” he whispered, foreheads touching and breaths mingling. Like one soul intertwined, you once mused, feeling yourself get lost in the depth of azure pools he harboured. “There’s nowhere to go without you anyway; you’re the greatest gift in my life. I’d do anything for you.”

“Don’t leave me. Please.”

“I won’t, angel. I never will.”

And you believed that. Like the fool you were, you really believed that.

The bank loomed over you, its mere presence impending and bringing about a wave of discomfort to you. Awkwardly, you stepped inside, hiding your face in your hair to conceal the nausea threatening to urge you to throw up. You couldn’t help but survey the entire area out of instant wariness, holding tighter to your phone.

Seeing as there was no line, you sat on the nearest open window. “Hi, uhm…I recently got transferred this money from…an old friend, you could say,” you informed with furrowed brows, fishing your phone out of your pocket as you logged into your account. The whole time, your hands turned sweaty and the phone nearly slipped from your grasp out of anxiety. The woman assisting you flashed you a sympathetic smile, patient and kind enough to listen to your small voice through the glass. “I lost contact with them so I can’t return it. I was wondering if maybe you could help me rewind the transaction?”

“Oh, we can definitely do that Ma’am, may I see?” Nodding, you handed her your phone. In an instant, the polite smile fell from her lips, altering into a nervous one the next. “Oh…” she blinked back at the digits, clearly overwhelmed from the amount of zeroes. Dropping her voice, she leaned closer to you, “Do you…do you know the account owner personally?”

“Yes,” you admitted, “Well, I used to.”

“And they wired you all this?”

“About two weeks ago, yeah.”

The employee sat there for a full minute, possibly contemplating how to go about this. It didn’t set well with you – that mysterious, almost suspicious smile she had – that you debated whether just asking for your phone back. “Excuse me for a moment. I think I should take this to the higher-ups,” she announced while scanning the bank with narrowed eyes, leaving before you could have a say in it.

The next minutes that passed had never felt more gruelling.

You sat there with a frantic heart, your jeans damp from the countless times you’ve wiped your hand on it. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. People came in for their own agendas, the hushed ‘inside voice’ as faint as ever, then they left. Repeat. End of conversation.

It was just another normal, boring day for everyone else – but not for you.

“Miss?” a voice pulled you away from your thoughts. A half-bald man was now standing before you, the previous employee you’d been talking to right behind him, her head ducked down. Manager, his tag read, which made sense. He gestured for you to come inside the back parts of the bank, and you gripped your purse tighter as you followed them.

The inside wasn’t that special or different from the outside. There were lesser chairs but bigger, brighter white walls. His office was located right in the middle where the female employee closed the glass doors behind you, silent and timid as she prepared you tea. Meanwhile, you sat there with your hands wrung in your lap, stomach already falling from the grim expression he wore. “About the funds, I’m afraid we can’t do anything about this transaction. While it had been transferred you, neither us nor the bank has the authorization to do anything about this. Whoever sent it to you is the only one that can either take it back or liquidize it,” he pushed his glasses back to his face, an apologetic sigh leaving his lips. “I’m afraid we can’t help you with this, Miss, we’re really sorry—”

“No!” you slammed your palms on the desk, “No, I don’t want the money, wire it back to him!”

“Miss, we already told you, it’s out of control—”

You shook your head. This wasn’t real – Satoru had to be joking! He couldn’t just give you this and disappear into thin air! In fact, you never even cared for the money; you were just hoping that maybe you’d find a way back to him if nothing but digits was the only thing left to prove he even existed. Desperation clawed its way through your throat as you fell on your knees, helpless tears streaming down your face. “Please, you have to do something, I don’t want the money, I just want him back, please! I just need to talk to him once more and he’s your client, right? Let me talk to him, I know you have contact with him, Sir, please, I’m begging you—”

“Security!” the manager hollered. The sounds of doors slamming open made you stand up straight, eyes wide at the incoming pairs of guards ready to escort you out. “It’s best you schedule a personal appointment with the account owner, Miss. We also suggest you remain on the down-low instead of causing a ruckus like this. You don’t know who’s going to be grabbing at every opportunity to take what was given to you.”

“Everything’s been taken away from me!” you argued back, walking around the desk to clasp the manager’s hand. He pulled away for a moment before you squeezed his hands, the tearing of your heart too painful to bear. You just wanted to see him. “Come on, please, I don’t care about the money, I just—”

They didn’t let you finish. Just like Satoru, just like everybody else, they discarded you to the side, treated you like you were a nobody who didn’t deserve a second chance.

“Escort her out, please.”

And just like that, your fate had been decided. No...perhaps it had been determined the moment he left, and now you walked blearily along the narrowed gaps between buildings, unable to find your way back home.

Where was home anyway? Your penthouse with Satoru? Your cramped dorm back at the university? Your empty flat that had once been a happy home with your parents before they too, left you behind with nothing but a family portrait as a memory? It was pathetic. You meant nothing. Obviously, no one valued you enough, not even Satoru who’d just given you enough to let you live comfortably for the rest of your life. But no matter how much he provided, it wasn’t what you wanted. It wouldn’t bring back the one thing you wanted most, and you fell on the rough pavement, too tired to care about the stinging of your palms.

You clutched at your heart in a debilitated attempt to soothe way your chest squeezed uncomfortably. You were literally in the middle of the nowhere, trapped between the walls that hid you in the darkness and muffled your cries.

He’d left – he really left.

He didn’t keep his promise, and your nightmare had now become reality. You had to bite down your shirt to keep the agony to yourself, nails dug so deep into your jeans it left a mark above your skin. Hours passed, maybe minutes – who knew?

The sun had gone down and the streets grew busier than before, the honking and lively bustling of the night city like background noise to you.

Your key back to the penthouse weighed heavily at your back pocket. There was still the option of just going back home, but what good would that do? Everywhere you went, you were reminded of him. There was no escaping the beautiful memories he left you with, there was no exit from his miserable dream you were forced to wake up into.

Nothing mattered anymore. You felt so lost, the motivation to find your way back depleted just like your energy. You only had your bodily instincts to thank for when your stomach grumbled, demanding to be fed and nurtured even in such a hopeless situation. It made you want to laugh – that even as your heart and soul gave up on you – your body was doing its best to keep you alive and get through the day. You heaved yourself away from the wall and wiped the dirt away from your palms, the rhythm of your feet one heavy clump next to the other.

There was a nice Chinese restaurant at the end of the street that glowed brightly, invitingly. If you could just have dinner, maybe you’d feel better.

But you never got three steps across.

A cold blade had been pressed to your neck, sinister laughter echoing from the darkness of the night. “Scream and you die, sweetheart,” a gruff voice crooned in your ear, followed by a more high-pitched, maniacal chuckles. There was two of them. Fear lit your nerves up and you scrambled to run, but this man was too strong. He didn’t even have to try too much into increasing pressure to your neck, slicing the first layers of your skin that was enough to prick both blood and tears from you. “Ah, ah, ah! Resisting won’t get you anywhere. We just want to talk, okay? No foul play needed.”

You shut your eyes in submission, too afraid to even swallow the bile rising in case the movement would push the knife further. You could only let out a weak, “What do you want from me?”

“Oh, what else?” said his accomplice, showing up in front of you with a creepy smile. He tipped his head side to the side, revealing the silver replacements of his teeth that glinted under the streetlights. “You got his hidden slush fund, didn’t you?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need to lie, we saw you leave that bank. Plus, everyone’s been talking about it!” cheered the guy behind you, pushing you forwards with his blade finally withdrawn. You stumbled on your feet as they pointed to the nearest ATM. For a moment, you contemplated making a run for it. The ATM was only a few kilometres away from the Chinese restaurant and you could be safe if you run fast enough, but you were too obvious, the deceit written all over your face. The first guy then pressed a gun against your head, a silent reminder that you were the weaker one here. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, “Now you’ll withdraw it little by little, okay? We just want a piece of it, a fraction of it is enough to last us a lifetime.”

Exhaling deeply, you raised your hands in surrender. “I can’t withdraw it.”

“The fuck did you say?”

“I said I can’t withdraw it! I don’t have access—”

“Bullshit, bitch, you’ve got so much of it, just give to us before we kill you,” he cocked his gun, his friend following suit and retrieving a pistol from his belt. Your lips quivered at the sight of two guns aimed at your way, but you remained firm in your spot, shaking your head at them. The man’s eyes darkened, displeased by your response. He narrowed his eyes at you before nodding to his friend.

“Fuck this man, she’s a selfish cunt. Take her phone and her belongings.”

“No, please, don’t—”

It was too late. They had pushed you on the ground, your bum throbbing from the fall. The second guy rummaged your pockets before pulling out your wallet, jaw dropping from the contents. “Fuck,” he exclaimed, flashing a Polaroid you had kept the whole time. “This you and Six Eyes?”

Your heart fell.

It was a photo of you and Satoru on your first anniversary where he’d whisked you off to a sky tower, arrogantly declaring that he’d make you experience the best date ever.

He wasn’t lying – his arrangement of fireworks and a romantic date in the sky really had been the best – and he’d snapped a picture of you then, sneakily landing a kiss on your cheek while you gasped at the display of fireworks before you.

Just seeing it felt like torture all over again, and the thief snickered at your tear stained face. “Oh, I see. You’re his whore, aren’t you? Everyone called it bullshit when word got around Six Eyes had a little angel hidden somewhere around here. I gotta say though, you are a pretty thing. Makes sense you got him pussy whipped.”

“Whoever Six eyes fucks – especially someone he liked enough to pay this much – that is fine meat, man,” the other muttered more to himself. His eyes then lit up with a thought, the smirk tugging at his lips screaming trouble. “It’d be a shame to not have a taste.”

You paled. Scrambling as much as you could with sore legs, you pushed their arms away from you. “Let go of me!” you cried out, kicking harder when they’ve discarded their guns and focused on carrying you instead. Everything muted that night except for the pounding of your heart as you struggled to get away from them, arms flailing the moment one of them yanked your shirt down to expose your bra. “Don’t fucking touch me, let go!”

It must be luck that your punch landed on his nose, a sickening crack resonating in the street. All of you remained still, with you flattening your back on the wall, arms protectively sheltering your chest and the pair staring at the other guy’s broken nose.

He winced at seeing blood on his fingers, “Oh, you’re just asking for it bitch,” he snarled, snapping his fingers to get his friend’s attention and pointing at you. “Grab her leg.”

Both of them made quick work. It all happened so fast you couldn’t tell which was who anymore. Your shirt had been ripped off; the straps of your bra tugged down to free a nipple while your arms had been knocked into the building behind you. One of them kept you immobile, their grips too strong and their bodies twice your size that you were easily overpowered. You never cried so hard in your life – not even when you realized Satoru had left – and your throat ached from how much you wept.

“Stop, no, let go of me!”

“Shut her the fuck up, bruh,” the man unzipping your jeans scowled, his fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear. You sobbed and screamed, fought hard as much as you could, but you were too weak. Too vulnerable. Too pathetic.

Maybe it was just better to let go.

Maybe it was just better to stop.

Your shoulders fell as they shimmied your jeans down your hips, each and every inch of your body no longer yours. Was this how you would die? Was this how you would finish? If so, you would’ve appreciated at least one last dinner.

You were about to close your eyes the moment you heard the sounds of a man’s belt unbuckling, too lost in your own horror that you failed to hear the screeching of tires, and neither did they. And then, like a light at the end of the tunnel, like an angel dropping from the heavens – gunshots rang through the air. Blood splattered to your cheek. Heavy bodies crunched against the ground.

He’d come back.

Except it wasn’t Satoru leaning in front of a car when you opened your eyes. The man stood a few inches shorter, blond shaggy hair falling just above his eyebrows, the ends dyed black. His body was tilted to the side, half of his weight shifted on a cane upon closer look, but you were mostly captivated in his eyes. He showed no malice intent; hell, he didn’t even spare a glance at the corpses with holes between their eyes, silently blowing the smoke away from his barrel like this was a common thing for him.

He had his eyes on you, uncaring of the fact you were half-naked before him since his attention remained on your face.

“So it’s true,” he mused, “I didn’t believe at first when they said Six Eyes really gave the notes to his girl. A commoner, no less,” he limped towards you, feline-eyes slanted to inspect you. “But nothing about you is common, is there? To get the demon to soften up…you really must be something else,” his gloved hands ran a finger down to your jaw, and you shut your eyes tight, leaning away from his touch. The man clicked his tongue at your reactions but withdrew his hand anyway, stepping a few feet away from you to give you space. “Don’t be so scared. You and I are not that different. We’re both just poor victims of facing the consequences of his actions,” he tapped his cane at your shoes, his face devoid of expression. “Stand up. You won’t get anywhere by crying. You need to learn how to fight.”

You swung the door open, ready to finally get the shoes you’ve been gushing to Naoya about for days. But you were met with nothing but a tuft of white hair, blood smattered on his cheeks, and lips crashing down onto yours. Satoru pinned you against the wall in the same manner he held you on that day he left, his kisses harsh and longing while you moaned into his mouth, legs turning into jelly.

“Angel,” he rasped into your mouth, grinding his boner to the thin material of your night gown. “I told you you’re fucking mine.”

Satoru forced his tongue past your lips and kept you close to him, his intoxicating scent tempting you to give in and enjoy it already. For a split second, you faltered, kissing him back with the love you once harboured for him, but then you blanked.

This was Satoru.

You were married to Naoya.

He’d began to leave kisses at your jawline when you pulled back, landing a sharp elbow right at his head. Satoru fell on the floor and you panted above him as you tried to make yourself decent. Fuck, that hurt like a bitch. You had to roll your shoulders back to get rid of the tension as you made the mental note to train in combat harder, pinching the bridge of your noise before you summoned the servants.

Satoru was knocked out for a solid hour. You found it funny that the infamous omnipotent Six Eyes was now sprawled all over your couch, soft snores emitting from his lips. He’d been pretty unresponsive to you so ice far, not even a budge as you iced the bruise you’d left on his face.

You sighed. His shirt was stained with blood, the pads of his knuckles matted with wounds and bruises. You couldn’t help yourself from brushing his hair away from his eyes, humming a little until his eyes cracked open. Satoru stared at the ceiling before his eyes landed on you hovering before him, your touch gentle in paradox to the heat of your gaze. “What are you doing here, Satoru?” you sighed, gesturing to the mess he had on his shirt. “Where have you been?”

“In a fight.”

“No shit,” you rolled your eyes, “You still haven’t answered my question. What are you doing here?”

“I-I don’t know. I just…I lost it for a moment and—”

“Do I want to know why?”

“It’s stupid,” he mumbled to himself and faced the couch. Even after seven years, he was still very much the petty kid at heart. You could confidently bet he was pouting right now, and you crossed your leg over the other, hiding a small smile behind your palm. “I overheard one of my men making a sleazy comment that Naoya’s wife looked like a bitch who would jump at every alpha male,” Satoru grumbled, prying for your reaction by looking across his shoulder. “I don’t know what came over me after that.”

“Did you kill them?”

“Almost,” he scrunched his nose, “Then I pictured your face. Maybe you wouldn’t want me to do that.”

“So you care about what I want now?”

Satoru shut his eyes. Of course you’d never stop bringing that up – both to your demises – since you were both a sadist who didn’t mind receiving pain every now and then. Five years of marriage with Naoya taught you to be resilient to all types of pain, the experiences and horrors you’ve lived through practically making you immune to them now. Satoru, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be on the same boat as you. He sat up, his hips flushed next to your thighs, burying his hands on his head. “Angel, about everything... are we not going to talk about what happened before?”

“Is there anything to talk about?” you deadpanned, surprising the guy who widened his eyes at you. Surely, he must be expecting a different form of hatred coming from you, but you were indifferent – numb, empty. “The past is in the past, Satoru. You know better than anyone else it’s easier to just walk away.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“For what?” you faked a smile, placing your chin on your hands while blinking up at him under innocent eyes. Naoya once told you that your attitude of being unbothered bothered a lot more people, and it was a technique you’ve loved ever since. Seeing Satoru crumble before you...nothing felt more satisfying. “For barging in here or for kissing me? Maybe both?”

“For everything,” he answered brokenly, “For all the pain I’ve put you through.”

“Do you think apologies are going to suddenly eradicate that?”

“…No.”

“Then I don’t need it,” you taunted, patting his thigh as you stood up, tying the knots of your robe safer this time. You couldn’t be bothered to wear underwear beneath them; if Satoru tried laying his hands on you again, you wouldn’t hesitate to cut his fingers off, and the plain sight of a dagger now strapped in your thigh was enough of a reminder for him. He made sure to keep his distance.

“Come with me. I’ll show you what we’ve been working on,” Satoru’s footsteps were silent as you led him past the secret doors hidden behind Naoya’s study, the room leading into an even bigger part of the house that stored most of your possessions. Satoru let out an awed gasp behind you once the lights and slight whirs of the machine buzzed through the room, chemicals bubbling from one side and little pills being packaged on the other. Your face lit up in a smile from the sheer pride of your hard work, arms extended to the side to present everything. “This is mostly where we manufacture Xenet. All of this – it’s mine. My personal little laboratory, or as Naoya calls it, my playroom,” you grinned, “I feel at peace here.”

“Making drugs?”

“Being safe,” you corrected with a roll of your eyes, “Acting like I’m normal. That gives me peace.”

Satoru was hot on your heels all the way to the main laboratory, where you’d pestered him into wearing safety gloves before entering. You donned a white coat from the blast of AC that enraged goosebumps, leading him in front of a huge clear wall that formulated Xenet’s pure creation. Stacks of purple powder lined up on layers all kept inside a cooling room, and you stepped to the side, muttering to yourself while checking today’s inventory like it was totally normal to manufacture illegal drugs inside your home.

You would’ve looked domestic if Satoru wasn’t feeling the slightest bit dizzy from the drug-coated atmosphere; one that you’d gotten resistant from.

“What brought you here?” Satoru voiced out, shaking his head to himself. He looked terribly devastated, cheeks sunken and dark circles lining his eyes. “I never thought...”

“That I’d be like you?” you finished for him. Tucking a stray strand behind your ear, you smiled at Satoru and pushed past him to list down your observations for today. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not like Naoya; I’m not a mass murderer.”

“But you’re supporting him.”

“He keeps me safe as long as I’m useful to him,” you paused in your tracks, the spite evident in your tongue. “If you hadn’t left me, I wouldn’t have to be like this. There are thousands of people after me because you named me after that account. Other than Naoya, there’s really no other reason I’m still alive and breathing,” Satoru was speechless from your confession, which was good, since you didn’t want him chatting too much in the first place. You ignored him as you continued typing notes on your monitor, acting unaffected, but the way you punched through the keys told a different story. “This is the least I could do for him. In exchange of protection, I’ll be sharing my intelligence and give him what he wants.”

“Doesn’t it sicken you that we’re like this? That we do all this – for money, power, control – without the slightest bit of conscience?” Satoru scoffed, “You’ve been married for him a long time. I know you’re not a stranger to the fact we even enjoy this.”

You stopped your task, turning to Satoru with flared nostrils. “You know, Satoru, painting yourself as a demon to look like a victim won’t make me sympathize,” you spat out, absolutely losing it. “I don’t care what you’ve been doing before you met me. I don’t care that you killed or hurt people. I’m not the slightest bit of the angel you claim me to be because if I was as pure as that, don’t you think I would’ve stopped loving you?”

Everything crumbled to dust.

Years of convincing yourself you didn’t care anymore, years of healing yourself, years of working hard to forget him – and all crumbled to dust.

“What are you—”

“I knew!” you cut him off, “I knew everything. I’m not dumb, Satoru. No matter how much you tried to hide it back then, I saw the blood stains. I could smell the alcohol. I know drugs when I see it,” Satoru took a step back in surprise, but you kept going. Now that you’ve started it, you might as well finish it, and your eyes pricked with tears before you could stop it. “But I never cared. I was selfish – blinded by love. Back then, I told myself I didn’t care who you were because I loved you unconditionally,” You were breathing hard from finally releasing that damn fucking weight off your shoulders, your resolve breaking as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand while Satoru remained frozen. “Every night, I cried myself to sleep. I always asked myself why did it have to be you? Why did you have to be that way? Why did you have to be a monster? It broke me to no end, Satoru, but every time I tried to think of you as awful, you would hold me so close that it felt like everything was a lie,” your voice faltered, “I loved you in spite of everything you’ve done. I’m just selfish like that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you cried, “Many times...I turned a blind eye to it. I didn’t want to force something out of you because I knew you weren’t ready, but I was always waiting, Satoru,” gesturing to the both of you, Satoru watched your frantic movements. “Did you think I didn’t mean it when I said I would love you no matter what – no matter who you might be? I meant every word of it. You didn’t have to leave me because I would’ve still left everything behind if you asked me to go with you. I don’t care anymore, I never did. I just wanted to be with you.”

“Angel...” he trailed off, debating whether to hold you or just stay put. Satoru chose the latter and ran his hands over his hair, breathing hard as he, too, wavered. “I was scared. Each time I see your face, I-I can’t help but think about losing you. It haunts me every fucking night that what if I’m not strong enough? What if I couldn’t protect you?” his voice broke, “You were the only good thing in my life. I couldn’t handle losing you just because you got too close.”

You shoved him hard. “That’s no fucking excuse! You told me – y-you told me that I made you feel strong, that I gave you hope, that I made you feel like nothing could stand in your way – so don’t stand there and fucking tell me you were scared!”

Satoru kept taking a step back from the force of your hits, and he took them all with a brave face, but it seemed that he too had reached his limit as you leered, “Don’t be a fucking coward!”

“It’s because I loved you!” Satoru gripped your wrists and tugged you to him, effectively taking the ability to speak away from you. “My whole life, I got everything I wanted and things were easy for me! I don’t know what it’s like to lose something because I had control of everything except you! I didn’t want you stuck and burdened with my sins all for the sake of something as greed!” he bellowed, his forehead connected with yours and the warmth of his body more than welcoming. “I am a greedy man, angel, I would take everything I want with no hesitation but I couldn’t do it with you. It was easier to let you go,” he mumbled, “Than to regret making you unhappy by revealing my true self. Because the way you looked at me – you loved me so much I don’t think I’m worthy of it,” Satoru trudged closer to you, almost rubbing his skin over your soft ones just to say, “I don’t deserve you.”

You pulled away from him.

You’d tore open every chance of reconciliation. And if you were to be honest? You didn’t regret it.

“You’re right,” you snickered sarcastically, “You really don’t deserve me. Here I thought maybe Naoya would be the weaker of the two of you, but he’s more of a man than you are, Satoru. Naoya never gave an excuse for anything – it didn’t matter whether he was capable of something or not – he always tried to the best of his ability. He’s not the type to give up before he’s even tried it,” You knew you were just pushing his buttons, this was much clear from how Satoru was holding himself back, but you couldn’t stop. You were unstoppable, harsh as you challenged your once lost lover who had now wound up before you once more.

“If you truly loved me and felt you didn’t deserve me, then don’t you think you should’ve tried harder?”

You wanted him to regret it. You wanted him to feel your pain a thousand times more. You wanted him to realize what he’d done wrong. But most of all, you wanted him to try harder, to redeem himself, to be worthy of a second chance.

But just like how he’d broken your heart before, Satoru did it again.

Because even after every fucking thing, the only thing he was capable of saying was: “I’m sorry, Angel.”

You’d grown too tired of apologies. But because it was him, because you loved him, then you’d fucking hear it all over again. Just try, you wanted to beg, try for me, Satoru.

“Your plans will continue to fail, Satoru,” you agonized, “You never protected me. The moment you left, my life turned to hell and I almost died way too many times for me to count. This time is no different. We’re all just pawns in the Zen’in’s game, so if you really want both of us to live, you should do your part,” Sighing, you turned away from him, just about ready to call it a night. You were too tired. “Give back the money to Naoya, and he’ll keep me safe until the end of it all. You can just go back to where you came from.”

“Naoya won’t stand a chance against Toji. It’s not his money anyway, he should give it back to his cousin—”

“And neither is it yours!”

“Don’t be fucking stupid, you see the flaw of his plans too!” Satoru gestured to your lab, to everything that you proudly claimed an effort of your hard work. “Even if I gave back everything to Naoya, it won’t stop Toji from anything! He might not kill you anymore, but he’ll definitely kill your husband and take over the mafia, or his kid, then where will you go?”

“Follow him into death like the good wife I am.”

Satoru was stunned by the lack of hesitance in your answer. “You’re serious about this,” he echoed, blinking back to process the gravity of your devotion to your husband. “Even if Toji somehow dies, it doesn’t change the fact Naoya will still proceed with plans to manipulate Japan to his will. He’s going to drug everyone until he’s at the top of the food chain. Your husband doesn’t want to be a businessman; he wants to be a god. Plus, he doesn’t care about you, he’s only using you!”

“Like I said,” you smiled weakly,  “He keeps me safe as long as I’m useful to him. Once he gets everything he wants, it’s game over.”

“No...” Satoru gritted his teeth, “No, I won’t let it happen. You’re not going anywhere; you’re not going to die!”

“So then protect me!” you shouted at his face, “Do what it is you never got to do before and protect me! I’m disposable, don’t you see? No matter what I do, no matter where I go, no matter how loyal I am to him, I am nothing! Each step I take forwards is just a step closer to my prolonged death!” you spewed word for word with so much venom Satoru felt like he was choking, but it was nothing in comparison as you fell on the floor, weeping with your fists pressed against your eyes. “If you hadn’t left me...I wouldn’t have to live fearing for my life every second. So protect me, Satoru. If you really want me to forgive you, at least save me this once.”

“I will, angel,” he promised – and how many more promises had he made, only to break them? You couldn’t be blamed for not believing him, for finding wariness in his words, for flinching a little bit as he crouched before you, cupping your cheek the same way he did before. “I promise you that. I’m never leaving, never gonna leave your side ever again.”

“You better not,” you chuckled darkly, eventually giving in from his touch.

Yes, he’d left you...yes, he’d hurt you – but until now it felt like home, even if it also conflicted with the fact this was wrong.

“My only wish is that when I die, I want to die without hating you,” you muttered with your lips hovering his, your breaths tangling and his hands finding its way to your hair. “So don’t make me hate you anymore, Satoru. Grant me peace before I leave.”

“You’re not going to die,” he closed his eyes and took the first leap of faith by grazing his lips with yours, a faint glimmer of the sweetness he once had the pleasure of savouring with each waking moment of his life. But he was stupid back then – he’d be even more stupid to not learn his lesson this time around.

“I won’t let that happen, you understand?” Satoru breathed out, “You will be safe. You will live.”

He had said it so confidently, so surely, that for a moment, you believed it. You believed maybe you’d really win this round and come out unscathed, to live, to survive – even if the chances were slim to none to begin with. For now, you didn’t want to be a mafia leader’s wife, nor did you want to be another’s broken lover. You just wanted to be someone who didn’t want to die, to find comfort in the empty promises from the same man who kept breaking and breaking them, and maybe for now, that was enough.

Without another thought, not even the image of Naoya’s smile, you let it go.

You pulled Satoru close to you and kissed him hard and deep, swallowing his surprised moan with that exact same greediness, that desperation to live. You knew the moment Naoya came back or Toji found you, everything would be game over. So for now, this was enough.

A/N. SOOOOO? THOUGHTS? THEORIESSSSS? DO WE HAVE A TEAM NAOYA HERE OR IS IT JUST ME HAHAHAHAHA

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Linden & Colton - 18

(masterpost)

and so the slow process begins

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, discussions of intelligence

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Pet- Colton, Colton didn’t realise he’d been asleep until he woke up. He had dreamt of nothing. How he had slept after the stress of yesterday was beyond him.

He suddenly saw Master in his room, a place he’d never been before, stood in the corner waiting for him to wake up and face his punishment. He cried out, pulling himself up and raising his hands protectively.

But-

He blinked. It was a shadow. The gap between the old wardrobe and the wall. Tall, thin, quiet. Just like Master. But Col was alone and he let out a long breath.

Master had probably heard him yell, though. He’d be here soon. So Col wasted no time and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He turned back to tuck his little teddy bear Chu under the covers, where Colton felt it was safe, and headed out into the corridor. Here, he was fair game. He didn’t know why Master never entered his room, but he had stuck to it vigilantly so far. It only made Col feel more aware of his own vulnerability as soon as he stepped through the door.

Master was downstairs, doing a puzzle in the local newspaper, and he looked up as Colton approached. His face brightened into a smile, the biggest he’d ever seen. Master never smiled like that. Col had to fight against the urge to freeze or drop to his knees.

“Good morning, Col,” he said, showing all of his teeth.

Oh, god. Master wanted him to reply. He wanted words, now. He finally knew that Col had been hiding them all this time, and he wanted to delve in, find out how he could twist them and use them to stroke his own ego and entrench his slave’s subordination.

Or perhaps he just wanted to hear his Pet wish him a good morning for the first time. Stop fucking overthinking.

“Good morning,” he ducked his head in reverence, “Master.”

“Wow. I still can’t believe you can speak. I’m so- I’m so proud of you, Col.”

What? Why? “…Please forgive me for not speaking sooner.”

“It’s my fault,” he sighed, which made Col tense up even more. “I just- wow. Where to start? Well, come, sit, have breakfast with me. Cereal?”

He gestured at the box already on the table. Colton obediently sat and took it in his hand with almost no trouble. Master noticed, and nodded happily. He was certainly pleased. It still made Col very uneasy, but he did seem to be doing something right.

He had never heard Master speak in such an excited tone, before. But he was silent while Pet- Col- ugh- made himself his breakfast. He could feel Master’s eyes on him. He was allowed to take the first bite, and then the interrogation began. It was obvious Master had a lot of questions.

“So- okay, first, what made you speak, yesterday? I never asked.”

Colton chewed and swallowed. It helped his throat feel a little smoother, although it was still very rough from disuse. His voice was small and unsure. “You… I saw- I saw Jaffa. At the bottom of the stairs. But I didn’t mean to- I’m n-not accusing you of anything, I know you wouldn’t hurt her I just, I wasn’t sure if you had… seen her, Master.”

He flicked his eyes up to Master, to gage his response. He had just accused Master of being a bad pet owner. Of being neglectful of Jaffa. Master seemed to parse this information, and then smiled.

“She does blend in, doesn’t she? Too bloody well sometimes. I’m so glad you stopped me. And that was so, so kind of you Col. Well done.”

He just nodded, and turned his face away. He supposed…. Master saw it as him looking out for Jaffa, rather than undermining his intelligence. That was a lucky escape for him. He knew that with his old master, any sign of insubordination would have been swiftly beaten out of him.

“Colton,” Col looked up. Master looked scary. Why was he smiling that like? What was he thinking? Col didn’t feel any closer to understanding him. “I know this is new, and I know you’ve not spoken in months. I won’t make you do loads of it, okay? We can take it slowly.”

“Thank you, Master,” he hazarded, although he didn’t see why Master hadn’t just forced him to speak from day one, if he wanted it this badly.

“God, but it makes me realise, I know so little about you. And now- I can ask. And if you want, you can reply. I’m really happy.”

“There’s nothing to know, Master. I’m just a Pet,” he mumbled. The spoon faltered in his hand. Cutlery was still a challenge.

“I know you’ve got a busy brain in there,” Master pointed a slender finger at his slave’s head, to emphasise his point. “I know you’re bursting with thoughts and ideas.”

This made Col look up, properly. An accusation like that came with dire consequences. “No, n-n-no, I’m not, I promise, I exist to serve o-only, I’m just a dumb Pet. Yours to use as you please.” Spoken exactly as his old master had taught him. Well- he would have been belted for stammering. He was out of practice.

Should he kneel? Well, yes, he should, but was it right, when he knew Master liked him on the furniture? But, god, he had to prove his point, he couldn’t let Master think he was starting to rebel, or forget his place.

Bitterly, he thought about how he knew this would happen. This was why Pets didn’t speak.

“Whoa, okay, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just meant- you’re not stupid, are you? I can tell. And that’s a good thing.”

Col just stared at his hands. He wanted to pause time, step out of his body, and float away. Somewhere without any questions, or expectations, or constant riddles. He was stupid. He knew that much.

Master’s voice brought him back to reality. Glancing at him, Col saw his smile had grown even bigger. His skin prickled.

“I think you’re Welsh.”

“M-Master?”

“You definitely are. You’ve got an accent. You’re Welsh, Col. Wow, now I’m kind of sad. Like, how on earth did you end up here?”

What was he implying? “I’ve… always been a Pet,” Col tried, but it was clear he didn’t believe himself, and from the way Master’s eyebrow slowly raised, he didn’t believe him either.

Colton had always been dimly aware that there was an other him, who had taken up the before-time. He was the one whom his old master had had to train so effectively, he was the one who had all the bad thoughts and urges. Col knew he didn’t start as a Pet. Or else his old master wouldn’t have had to torture him like that for so long.

He was a ghost in Colton’s brain, and Col didn’t know if he was locked away or completely dead. Were parts of him still hiding somewhere, curled up in a place that old master couldn’t ever reach? Or had he been completely laid out and hacked to pieces, until only Col remained. Thinking about it made him want to burst into tears. Some nights, when his mind was loosened by sleep, he felt like he missed him so much.

. . .

Linden didn’t push it. He knew most Pets didn’t retain any memories from before their conditioning. He shouldn’t have asked, really. Just… the realisation that Col had a background, he had lived before becoming the trembling man before him, made Linden ache.

He still wanted to curl up whenever he thought about how long he left it before he realised Col could speak. He hadn’t wanted to push him, there were a myriad of ways he could have been made permanently mute, and he had pretty much fallen into a routine at this point. But the knowledge that all this time, Col was patiently waiting for the chance to talk, probably wondering why Linden wouldn’t let him- oh, christ. He was so embarrassed and ashamed.

He suddenly had so many questions all on the tip of his tongue, that he couldn’t think where to start. He also really didn’t want to bombard the poor boy. But still… just a few, surely, wouldn’t hurt?

“So obviously I’ve named you Colton, but, if you actually do have a name, please tell me. We can use that one instead.”

Colton shook his head. “My name before was- was Pet.”

“Pet?”

“Yes, Master. Or bitch, or, um, mutt. Or toy.”

He hid it well, but Linden could see the shame in Col’s face. At least that meant he realised how fucked up it was.

“Those aren’t fu- those aren’t names,” he growled. “That’s just plain cruel. You don’t deserve that. Do you like being Colton? It’s not too late to choose another name for yourself, love.”

Col waited until he had swallowed down another spoonful of cereal before he spoke. That seemed good, to Linden. He didn’t feel pressured to reply immediately.

“Colton is a nice name, Master. It’s not my place to have likes or dislikes but I, uh, I am happy with it.”

Another quick glance at his face. Linden was getting used to them by now. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jaffa rolling around.

“Likes, dislikes, they’re fine. Don’t worry about that. But if you like the name, then it’s yours until you say otherwise. Oh, and- don’t worry about calling me Master. Honestly.”

Col stopped chewing, his shoulders hunching up suddenly. “I’m sorry, M-, uh, sir, sorry. I didn’t realise I shouldn’t, I’m sorry, I know- know that’s not an excuse. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed. Sir was fine, he decided. From the way Colton had panicked, he didn’t want to push it any further. “You didn’t know.”

“Thank you, I’m- I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re fine, you’re good. You’re doing great with talking, Col. I’ll put the kettle on.”

He had long learnt to pick his battles. Hearing Colton talk about being a toy to be used made him fucking sick, but he could tell that sentiment was deeply, deeply ingrained. He knew a recital when he heard one. Those weren’t his words. They were a tiny window into whoever had fucked him up like this.

. . .

Master was sir now, when Colton spoke. Col could learn that. But it didn’t change anything, right? Master still wanted him, didn’t he?

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Taken Care Of

Oops, forgot I had this one that I could post lol. Not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. BTW this is really not a realistic way to lose your virginity, but it doesn’t matter cause we’re all just horny anyway.

Credit to @quindolyn for tweaking some things xXx Go check out her stuff cause not only is she an absolute doll she’s a wonderful writer

Wolfstar x fem!reader

Warning: This is just regular old smut so 18+ Kinda innocence kink and praise kink

Summary : You’re not as experienced as Remus and Sirius, but that doesn’t stop them from taking care of you

Word count : 1905

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There you were fiddling with your hands anxiously as you sat on the floor cross legged, refusing to meet their gaze while they sat on the couch looking down at you, fully intrigued by what you had just said. 

“Sorry darling, could you repeat that please?” Remus asked

You slapped your hands on the ground knowing that they were teasing you and looked up at them. Remus looked earnest, but Sirius had no shame in grinning down at you, menacingly even. 

“Aw, don’t get worked up bunny, we’re here to listen.” Sirius mocked, well aware of the pet name making heat rise to your face.

You sighed and started twiddling your thumbs again then finally plucked up the courage to speak. “I’ve never done anything before, Okay? I’ve never kissed anyone let alone have sex and you guys are obviously much more experienced than me and I’m nervous.”

“Is that all sweetheart?” Remus answered.

Before you could even respond Sirius chided in, “Puppy, it sounds like you want us to take care of you, you’re just afraid of the unexpected”, his eyes darkened as he continued “And I- we want to take care you too, so, will you let us?”

Suddenly, more turned on than shy you nodded eagerly.

“You need to use your words angel” Remus instructed “Can’t help you if you don’t use your words.”

“Yes, please I want you to take care of me”

There was Sirius with that borderline dangerous grin again, as he leaned forward dying to be the first to taint you, to make you beg to be fucked.

“And what does that mean for you pup?”

“Touch me, just anything, please! I couldn’t possibly walk away from this, please.”

Sirius extended a hand which you accepted gladly as he led you to straddle both his and Remus’s thigh as they sat side by side. Remus took your face and stopped his lips just inches before yours, breathing you in.

“Can I kiss you sweetheart?”

“Please”

That was all he needed. He was gentle and slow, so you could get used to this feeling and just as you found your rhythm you found yourself gasping because Sirius started kissing and nibbling perfectly up and down your neck. Sirius took advantage of your momentary surprise to get his turn to slip his tongue in your mouth and your gasp suddenly turned into a moan when Remus started matching what Sirius had done on your other side.

You pulled back, embarrassed by the sound that escaped your lips, but Sirius was quick to counter as he cupped your jaw staring deep in your eyes, “We haven’t even done anything and I already know you’re going to be the death of me” and with that he proceeded to release your face and kiss along your neck. Your eyes darted to Remus in confusion but also arousal and he reassured you while rubbing your thigh comfortingly. 

“Aw Bunny, don’t be embarrassed. We like making you feel good and those noises make us feel good too. Don’t you want to make us feel good?”

You nodded and this time you were the one to close the gap and kiss Remus. Mind separated from the body, it acted on its own and you started to grind down on both of their thighs. 

Grabbing hold of your hips, Sirius stopped your movements and said, “As much as I like the sight of you getting off on our thighs, isn’t it our job to take care of you?”

“Then take care of me, please” Both of the boys groaned at your eagerness.

“Stand up love” Remus instructed. 

They quickly followed suit and Sirius got on his knees while Remus took care of your upper half. They littered more kisses across your skin as they stripped you and themselves of their clothes. You were down to your bras and panties, the boys down to their underwear and before you had the chance to feel embarrassed about being halfnaked for the first time in front of two very attractive men Remus was kneading and kissing your breasts after finally removing your bra, while Sirius rubbed your clothed clit with his thumb. Earning a moan from you he kissed your lower stomach and looked up and asked. 

“That feel good pup? Bet it does, can’t believe how wet you are. Want me to make you feel even better?”

“Yes, fuck please Sirius”

He stood up,  and had it so Remus was sitting length ways across the couch with you nestled between his thighs. He then approached you and pulled your panties off leaving you completely exposed now. He spread your legs, but out of the vulnerability of it all you quickly closed them.

Remus always being the gentler one was quick to comfort you. “If you don’t want to do anything you don’t have to, but we think that you are such a beautiful girl and you have nothing to be ashamed of. Our soul purpose right now is to make you feel good. Do you want us to make you feel good?” 

You took a deep breath and slowly spread your legs on your own this time for Sirius.

Sirius spoke as he knelt between your legs and placed his hands on either thigh.

“You are so beautiful.”

And with that he began placing kisses from your knee down towards the inside of your thigh, excited at the prospect of the bruises that would show there later. You were buzzing with anticipation, desperate for him to do as he promised, to take care of you as he said he would.

And oh would he.

He licked a bold striped across your pussy and finally rested upon your clit, his tongue massaging it like that’s all that his tongue was destined to do. 

“Mmm, fuck” you moaned.

“That feel good baby?” Remus questioned. “Just wait till I get my hands on you.”

Unsatisfied with his very hard dick pressed against your back, but very satisfied with the noises Sirius was drawing from your mouth he decided to draw out his own by toying with your nipples and biting down on your shoulder.

You could have cum right then and there, but before you got the chance Sirius was pushing his index finger into you making your back arch and head crane back.

“Stop!” You suddenly announced.

Both boys froze instantly, fearing they crossed boundaries. “What's wrong y/n?” Remus asked hastily.

“Please Sirius I need you inside me”

Sirius sighed in relief and stood up to position himself and you properly so your head was on Remus’s lap now instead. You angled your head back to look at Remus before saying, “and don’t worry Moony, I need you inside me next.” And with that Remus’s cock was throbbing even more harshly while he had to wait for his turn to make you feel good.

Sirius removed his boxers and gripped his very intimidating cock in his hand. It seemed daunting taking someone of his size, but you knew you needed him inside you.

“Don’t worry Pup, we’re here to take care of you, it’ll hurt a bit, but if it’s too much we can stop okay?

You nodded, “Please Siri.”

With that he aligned himself with your entrance and moved inch by inch as you found comfortable. He pushed into you until finally he was fully sheathed inside your very wet heat. You didn’t think you could take the stillness anymore, they had gotten you so worked up. Yet somehow you still had the patience to speak calmly.

“You can move now Siri.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His movements weren’t quick, but very deep and purposeful.

Remus stroked your hair as he bent closer to your ear and whispered “Look at you, you’re such a good girl. Taking his cock so well. Bet he’s fucking you deep, can’t wait till I get to do that.”

At that Remus leaned forward to rub your aching clit, clearly eager to get this show on the road.

“Ugh shit Remus she’s so tight.”

Sirius leaned forward then to show Remus some attention too. The deep fucking, four adoring hands roaming your body, two men you adored kissing right above you and the praise, was pushing you over the edge.

“Sirius, fuck it feels so good” you mewled.

Remus answered for him as he broke his connection with Sirius, “You’re so close aren’t you love. Be a good girl and make a mess on his cock.”

Finally, that coil in your belly snapped as you tightened around Sirius. Screams of absolute bliss were pouring out of your lips. It only took a few more thrusts before Sirius was moaning loudly, 

“Fuck pup, you feel so good I’m gonna cum right inside you”

Your chest was heaving, trying to regain yourself from the pleasure you just received. You got up, planted a kiss on Sirius’s lips then turned to straddle Remus. Poor dear, having to witness all that and not getting any relief. That would be quickly solved though.

“Don’t worry Rem” you said “I couldn’t forget about you.” You then proceeded to grind down on his cock which to your surprise (and delight) he was as big as Sirius if not bigger. Remus was having none of that though (after all, he has been very patient)  and wrapped both arms around your waist and lifted you as Sirius aligned Remus’s throbbing cock with your dripping pussy and watched intently as Remus placed you back down to sink onto his cock.

You breathed a few deep breathes and started to move up and down on him. 

“Fuck baby just like that” Remus moaned.

Sirius however was not as patient as Remus and couldn’t handle not being a part of the action and placed his hands on your hips, making you move even faster. 

Not fast enough for Remus’s liking now that he remembered he was supposed to be taking care of you. 

“Pads, I need you to hold her up for me.” 

Sirius had his arms hooked under your armpits while Remus supported your lower half. Then without warning Remus was fucking into you fast. Fast and hard. And didn’t you love it. No noise could escape your throat as each thrust took your breath away. 

“Look at our pretty girl, look how good she’s taking my cock pads, how she’s taken your cock.”

Your hands moved up to grip Sirius’s forearms with intensity, desperate for some sort of thing within reach to keep you tethered. 

“She’s close Moony” “Fuck, me too” “Come on Pup, milk his cock the way you did mine so well.”

Once again you were pushed over the edge. Sirius placed you down while Remus was still holding up your bottom half and very much in love with looking down at you and seeing the sight of your fucked out state.

Just as you were about to cry that it was too much Remus gave one final thrust as you whimpered. He held you for a few more seconds then slowly pulled out and placed you fully down.

Sirius was lightly trailing his finger across your cheek, drawing you back to reality. 

As you came down from your high you gazed up at your two new lovers intently.

“Well, I think it’s fair to say I was very well taken care of.”

And it wouldn’t be the last.

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This was the first smut I ever wrote so my confidence on it is iffy, but then again every time I feel iffy on things y’all send nothing but love so I decided to share this despite my insecurities cause I love making content for you <3 

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