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imnotoverlyobsessive · 9 months

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In Your Dreams

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Chapter Six: You Got Inside My Head & Set A Fire There Instead

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Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts, and we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face. And I’ve always lived like this; keeping a comfortable distance, and up until now I had sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness, ‘cause none of it was ever worth the risk.- Paramore, The Only Exception

Lea really hadn’t meant to stick around for so long. She’d figured that once he’d, uhhh, ‘claimed’ her or whatever, that would be enough, that she’d be able to go back to her shared shoebox apartment with its windows all facing brick walls and the kitchen she couldn’t turn around in and the doors that didn’t stay closed and her cold bed, to her rapidly increasing student loan debt and her crippling anxiety and the constant, neverending sense that something about her life was wrong.

In any case, she had intended to go home once Tim was in the clear.

She was showering the following afternoon, staring out the window that overlooked the city. Water droplets from the shower dripped down the glass, and Lea sighed, tilting her head back to finish rinsing her hair and wondering how in the hell she was gonna go back home after all this.

“Well that’s a sight I could get used to.”

She damn near jumped a foot in the air at Tim’s voice echoing off the marble floors, immediately rushing to hide behind the wall of the large shower.

He laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you, I was just appreciating the view!”

Lea blinked rapidly, trying to process what was happening. She still hadn’t fully processed the night before, and here she was, butt naked, totally regretting using his shower rather than one of the ones in the guest rooms. He had fuckin’ five of them, so it wasn’t like there wasn’t space.

After several bests of silence, the only sound the running water from the shower, he softly said, “Are you afraid of me?”

Lea jolted towards the clear shower door, looking at him around the corner of the wall. “Of course not!” she squeaked, eyes wide.

He looked back at her, his gaze sad. “Then why are you hiding from me?”

She glanced down briefly at his body, only just now noticing his nudity. “I just…” She gulped. “I just feel weird about you, like. Seeing me this way, y’know?”

Frowning outright then, Tim asked, “I’ll admit I’m pretty casual about being naked, living as an incubus for several thousand years will do that, but why on earth would you be shy with me?” When she didn’t answer right away, he added, “I’ll respect your feelings, don’t get me wrong, I just— you’re my mate, we had sex a few hours ago, and I legitimately cannot fathom why you’d feel weird. Will you please help me understand?”

“I’m… not used to being naked in front of anyone,” she admitted softly, standing back upright to lean against the wall of the shower, hidden from him again. “Like, okay, how often do you have to, y’know. Feed?”

There were a few seconds of silence as he considered this. “I dunno. Every few weeks, maybe?”

“Right,” Lea confirmed her understanding, “and do you feed from a different woman every time?”

“Usually, yeah,” he said slowly, as if he were trying to figure out where she was going with this.

“And that’s even when you were in relationships?”

He was silent for a few moments again. “I can only feed from humans, and I haven’t been involved with one romantically in I don’t even know how long—centuries, at the very least, maybe longer—, so I had to… with other women.”

“You were with another human before?”

“Yes.”

“Who was she?”

“Her name was Alane.”

Lea’s heart thudded in her chest.

“Did you love her?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

He sighed, and she heard him slide down the outside wall of the shower.

“I’ll have to tell you eventually, I guess.”

“You don’t have to,” she assured him hurriedly.

“No, you need to know.” A deep breath. “She was a Gaul, captured by Romans. I knew what they did to women, so I went to help. No clue why, I’m fucking useless with that kinda thing, but I went to help. But when I got there…” He let out a hoarse laugh. “She’d killed two of them and was working on a third.”

“Jesus,” Lea muttered.

“Totally covered in blood,” he went on, “I think she would’ve tried to kill me, too, if I hadn’t blurted some random shit out in French. Gave her enough pause to let me help her escape, I guess.”

“Then… why aren’t you with her now?” Lea asked softly, hoping he wouldn’t notice the quiver in her voice.

“We were together for a few human lifetimes,” he admitted. “We were careful—we were so fucking careful—but birth control wasn’t an exact science then, and, well… I told you that most women can’t stay pregnant with an incubus’ baby.” Another snort. “Stubborn girl—she was a lot like you that way, actually; maybe that’s what attracted to me to her in the first place, was her similarities to my future mate—refused to let me get it flushed out of her. I told her, I told her she couldn’t survive it, but she was damned and determined to try anyway.”

“And then?” she asked shakily.

“She died.” His voice was soft, almost hesitant. Regretful. “She died because she loved me.”

Despite the rather intense jealousy she was feeling, her heart ached for the pain he’d been through. It was clear he blamed himself for Alane’s death.

Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, Lea reached out and opened the shower door. The hot water was beating against her skin, the sound of it almost drowning her out when she whispered, “You can come in, too.” A slight hesitation. “If— if you want, I mean.”

There was silence for a few long moments before she heard him stand, and then he stepped into the shower.

His hair was tousled from sleep, but his skin wasn’t sallow anymore; the bags under his eyes were gone, too. He was still a bit thinner than she knew was normal for him, but he definitely looked better. Healthier.

He closed the door behind him, gazing down at her and not taking his eyes off hers. “It wasn’t your fault, Tim.” He grimaced, so she reiterated, “It was not your fault. It wasn’t your fault she got pregnant. It was an accident. It wasn’t your fault that she chose to continue the pregnancy, either. None of it was your fault.”

He wasn’t grimacing anymore, just kinda studying her expression. “You aren’t jealous?” He looked almost disappointed, the prick.

“I never said I wasn’t jealous,” Lea admitted slowly, “but I don’t want you to blame yourself for something that’s not your fault. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

A small, soft smile twitched at the corners of his lips, and he took a step closer to her, taking one of her hands in his. “Everything’s less painful when I look at you,” he murmured. “Hearing your voice, seeing you smile, touching your skin— it sets me at ease. Even when I was close to death, whenever you were next to me, it felt like everything would be alright.”

Tears filled her eyes at that, and she looked away. “Tim…”

“I think,” he went on in that soft, sweet voice, “that I could conquer the world if you held my hand while I did it.” After a moment, he added, “Plus, you’re jealous, it’s very obvious, and it’s awesome—“

Lea flushed, crossing her arms over her breasts with a grumble of, “Like you wouldn’t be jealous, too, demon boy.”

“Psh,” he scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “You kidding? I’m jealous of everyone that’s so much as looked at you.”

“You’re a dork,” she muttered, fighting off a smile.

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “Or maybe I just love you.”

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling then.

“Are you done showering?” he asked quietly.

Lea blinked, surprised at the question. “I should probably rinse my hair again. Might still have conditioner in it.”

He stepped closer, and her heart lurched up into her throat at the anticipation of feeling his skin against hers again, but he just reached behind her and took the handheld shower nozzle.

“Turn around.” It was a soft, gentle command, but it was a command nonetheless. Steadfastly ignoring the fluttering in her abdomen, she obeyed, turning to face the marble tiles of the wall and adjusting her hair so it fell in a wave of dark red curls down her back.

“Lean your head back,” he told her gently. She did so, keeping her eyes shut, and he held the nozzle close to her scalp and ran his fingers through her hair, careful not to miss anything. “Did you comb your hair out already?”

“Y— yeah,” she mumbled, pointing vaguely in the direction of the wide-tooth comb that sat on the ledge with the various shower-related items.

He hummed before continuing to rinse out her hair in silence.

Once he was done, he leaned forward to replace the shower nozzle again, and the one on the ceiling began to cascade down onto them once more. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her so her back was against his chest. And stomach, too, because he was a tall bastard.

Tim’s arms were around her waist, just below her breasts, and his thumb brushed the underside of one of them.

Lea gulped anxiously, wishing he’d touch her fully, grab her breast the way he’d done the night before. “How are you, uh… how are you feeling?”

“What d’you mean?” he mumbled into her hair.

“Well, you almost died yesterday,” she said slowly. “So, how are you feeling?”

His arms tightened around her. “I’m alive. You’re here. I’m alive because you’re here. So I’m doing pretty fuckin’ awesome, I’d say.”

She reached up and brushed her hand gently over one of his, lacing their fingers together.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

She felt him shrug. “I wasn’t expecting to be, but I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not thrilled about you loving me.” He paused momentarily before admitting, “And also that you let me fuck you. That was pretty great.”

He moved her hair to one side and started kissing her neck then, and she squeaked in surprise. “Are you, uh… are you hungry again? Not— not for food, I mean, but like, for… y’know…”

She could hear the smirk in his voice, feel it against the damp skin of her neck. “I only need to feed every few weeks,” he reminded her. “However, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you again, because I very much do. It’s less about my biological need for it and more about my love for my incredibly sexy mate and the natural desire I have to watch said mate’s tits bounce as I fuck her until she cums on my cock.”

Lea’s face flamed, the sensation intensifying further when she realized he was hard behind her.

“But,” he was saying, “we don’t have to. I will never try to make you or convince you to do anything you don’t wanna do.”

“I know,” she said, tightening her fingers over his. “You almost died ‘cause you didn’t wanna risk guilting me.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want you,” he murmured, one of his hands sliding down her side to grasp her hip firmly. “God do I want you.”

“Tim,” she exhaled, leaning back against his chest.

“Baby.” His voice was hoarse, desperate, and he went on, “Do you want that? I won’t ask you to if you don’t want it, but if you do…”

Flushing, she looked at her feet and said, “Maybe we could… go back to bed?”

“If you want.” He shrugged before gesturing to the windows. “The windows are tinted, though. No one can see in; they look completely black from outside.”

She blinked rapidly, eyes wide. “Oh?”

“Mhm,” Tim confirmed, taking her hand in his. “So why don’t you just jump up here—“ he guided her to the windowsill, encouraging her to sit down. “—And spread your legs for me?”

“Are you sure you wanna—“

“Lea,” he cut her off, voice serious, “knowing you want me, I think that I cannot possibly handle the prospect of not having you.”

“O— okay,” she managed.

“Good girl,” he praised with a smirk, stepping between her legs, his hands on her knees. “Gonna make you feel good, baby.” He reached between them, gripping his dick and guiding it to her entrance, pressing against her.

Lea bit her lip, whimpering. “Please, Tim, I can’t—“

“Can’t what, sweetheart?” he crooned gently, rubbing his cock up and down her folds teasingly. “Tell me what you want.”

Embarrassment gone, she begged, “Want it, want you, want you inside me—“

“Good girl,” he told her again before sliding into her.

She moaned, her head falling back against the glass of the window.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, pulling out briefly before slamming back in.

He was looking down at her, and she marveled at how gorgeous he was; the city lights behind her were glinting off his jawline and cheekbones and those red fucking eyes—god, he was feeding from her again, he was feeding from her again—, and his hair hung in soaked curls, longer than it usually was so it nearly brushed his shoulders, water droplets falling from the tips of the strands and onto his bare skin.

It was looking at him, at how insanely, ridiculously, unfairly sexy he was, that caused a desperate, fervent need to touch him to overtake her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. He obliged, slanting his lips over hers with a startling amount of ferocity, but it was short-lived because then he was trailing kisses down the column of her throat before taking the tender skin between his teeth and sucking.

Moaning, she threaded her fingers through his hair, and he groaned at the sound she’d made, thrusting in again. “Made for me,” he grunted against her damp skin. “This pussy was fuckin’ made for me.”

Her fingers tightened around his curls, holding him against her neck as he repeatedly kissed the bruise he’d given her. “Feels— feels good,” she gasped out, spreading her legs wider, wanting him to fuck her senseless, fuck her until she couldn’t walk or move or breathe.

Tim righted himself again, leaning his forehead against hers, his red eyes boring into hers, pinning her there against the window as if each snap of his hips didn’t have the same effect. “You like it?” he wanted to know, the words an exhalation brushing against her lips. “You like it when I fuck you?”

Nodding jerkily, Lea arched into his touch when he reached down to grasp one of her breasts, tugging sharply on the nipple. “I like it,” she admitted, her voice breathless. “God, please don’t stop—“

His hips jackhammered against her, and he slid one hand up to cup her neck, the one on her breast moving to grasp her hip so as to hold her in place. “No god here, baby,” he muttered, stroking her skin affectionately. “Just you and me.”

Something about this statement made her feel as if she had the sun inside her, starlight under her skin, and she wanted nothing more than to keep him there, to stay there with him, safe in his apartment, their own little world. Nothing existed outside of what they had together, outside of what he was giving her, of what she was giving him. It was just the two of them, and she felt as if as long as he was touching her, nothing else ever could.

It was quiet and unprompted when she gasped out, “I love you. I love you, Tim.”

The hand he had on her neck slid up to her cheek, and he leaned down, kissing her with desperation equal to that of his thrusts into her. “I love you, too,” he said against her lips, into her mouth. “More than anything. You’re everything, Lea. Everything.”

She could’ve sworn that the sun inside her shone through at that, and if anyone looked at her, they’d go blind from it. Instead of responding, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He let her, allowing her to kiss him as much as she wanted, returning her kiss with fervor. He took her lower lip between his teeth and tugged on it lightly, making her moan and close her eyes.

“No,” he growled when he released her lip. “Look at me. Look at me. I want you to see who’s fucking you, who’s making you feel like this. I don’t want you to ever forget.”

Lea opened her eyes, difficult as it was, and gasped out, “Could never forget you. Love you too much and you feel too good, fuck but you feel so good—“

His lips quirked into a smile against hers. “Yeah?” He kissed her again, the hand on her hip tightening, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Feels good when I give it to you, baby?”

“Mhm,” she whimpered, undulating her hips as best she could despite being seated and pressed up against the window. “More, I want more, please.”

“Such a polite request,” he mused, leaning down to kiss the bruises he’d left on her throat. “You know I’d never refuse you, don’t you? My sweet girl, all mine.”

He gave a particularly harsh thrust at that, and she moaned loudly in delight, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. “‘m yours,” she agreed immediately. “Yours, Tim, all yours— fuck—“

“Good girl,” he groaned, thrusting into her again. “Been waiting all my life for this, sweetheart, all my life for you, for your perfect little pussy, all for me, fuckin’ made for me, baby, made to take this cock.”

Something about what he was saying—babbling, if she were honest—made the heat that was already swirling in her abdomen to grow, intensifying further and spreading throughout her body, a tingling sensation that made her feel like she was burning, like there was fire beneath her skin, in her veins. She was made for him. She was his, she wanted to be his, to belong to him. How could she not, when belonging to him felt so good?

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “can I make you cum? I wanna make you cum. I can feel the way you’re clenching around me, I know you want it, I can tell, just let me—“

“Yes,” she cut him off without hesitation. “Yes, you can make me cum, yes yes yes yes yes—“

“Fuck,” Tim grunted, snaking a hand between them to where they were joined and finding her clit with practiced ease. He may not have had much experience with her body specifically, but he knew exactly what to do anyway, how to make her quiver and shake and scream. Plus, by the time he brushed his fingertips over her clit, she was so turned on—by the way he was fucking her, the way he looked when he fucked her, how he was looking at her, the things he said as he pounded into her relentlessly, everything—that his touch had her moaning loudly, her toes curling. She was already so fucking close and he’d barely started stimulating her. “So good for me, sweetheart,” he groaned in her ear. “Give me those pretty little noises, baby, c’mon. Wanna hear you say my name.”

“Tim,” she moaned desperately. “Oh fuck, Tim, I’m gonna— I’m—”

“That’s it,” he encouraged gently, rubbing her clit faster. “Give it to me, Lea. Cum on my cock, wanna feel it.” When she moaned wordlessly—though his name could probably be deciphered if one tried hard enough—and tightened her legs around his waist, her core clenched down on him, and then a few more swipes to her clit combined with punishing thrusts had her bursting apart at the seams.

He fucked her through her orgasm, his eyes such a bright shade of red they almost glowed. Still, once it had ended, he didn’t stop rubbing at her, instead growling into her neck, “I want another. Gimme another, sweetheart.”

Lea’s pulse was thrumming in her clit already, so it wasn’t exactly a difficult feat to manage. He kissed her neck wetly, murmuring words she couldn’t quite hear into her skin. She couldn’t seem to formulate any speech at all, only capable of desperate, high-pitched keens of, “Ah, ah, ah, unh—” over and over again until his touch sent her over the edge a second time.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he grunted. “So pretty when you fall apart, gonna fill you with my cum, Lea, fill this sweet little pussy up, love you so much, baby, so fuckin’ much, fuckin’ take it—”

She could do nothing but whimper and cling to him, yearning for him to cum inside her, to fill her exactly as he was promising to.

And then he did, release finding him with an almost pained-sounding moan of her name.

Her head was buzzing, her ears were ringing, and the room—the shower, they were still in the shower—was wobbling. So when he panted against her neck for a few minutes before pulling back to kiss her briefly and step away, she nearly collapsed to the marble tiles of the shower floor.

Tim caught her, pulling her close with one arm and reaching to turn the shower off with the other. “‘s okay, baby,” he murmured, pressing a sweet, gentle kiss to her scalp. “Let’s get you back in bed, okay?”

“O— okay,” she mumbled, her voice sounding groggy even to her own ears.

Tim opened the shower door and grabbed a towel that was hanging on the rod and drying her off, having her lean against the wall as he did so.

Was sex always so exhausting, or was it just her? Maybe it was ‘cause she had no experience prior to him.

He hung the towel back up and took her hand again. “Do you want me to carry you, sweetheart?”

“No,” Lea assured him, horrified at the thought even through her exhaustion. “I can walk.”

“Okay,” he agreed, though he sounded a bit reluctant, “I’m gonna be right here, so fall against me if you need to.”

She hummed in acknowledgment as they made their way out of the bathroom and back to bed. He pulled the covers up over her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m gonna go make you some food, okay?”

“Mmkay,” she mumbled.

And then she was dead to the world.

Tim’s sweet, gentle voice eased her into wakefulness.

“Lea, sweetheart,” he said, a hand on her shoulder.

“Mmf,” she grunted into the pillow.

“I brought you some food,” he told her. “An omelet with hashbrowns and bacon. Extra crispy, just how you like it.”

The guy knew her well, he really did. But she was so tired.

“You’ll feel much better after you eat,” he promised. “Cmon, baby. Will you sit up for me?”

She groaned, pushing herself up onto her palms. “There you go, sweetheart,” Tim encouraged. “God, you’re so cute when you’re tired.”

“I feel like I shouldn’t be this tired,” she grumbled in annoyance, tucking the blankets under her arms so her chest was covered. “I just woke up a little while ago.”

Tim blushed, settling the tray of food in her lap. “It’s, uh… it’s an incubus thing. You’re tired because I’ve consumed your energy. I’m sorry. I’d avoid it if I could.”

“Oh,” Lea said with a hum, picking up her knife and fork. “It’s okay. If the consequence of you not starving is me being tired, I don’t mind.”

“You’re a fuckin’ saint,” he muttered, sitting down on the bed next to her.

She let out an inelegant snort. “You make me tired and then provide me with food. Not gonna complain about it.”

“I absolutely do not deserve you.”

Lea glanced up at him from her meal. “You literally brought me breakfast in bed.”

“Yeah, but—“

“Don’t care,” she cut him off. “You’re being sweet. No complaints.” She smiled softly at him in reassurance.

He took her hand, holding it tightly in his. “Okay.”

He didn’t let go of her hand the entire time she was eating.

No, really. She really hadn’t meant to stay so long. She’d ended up staying for a month and a half, though. But in her defense, Tim was really sexy, and he was being so wonderful to her, and she loved him so much.

It was hard to reconcile with the fact that all of it was temporary, that she’d have to return to her boring, shoebox apartment and her day job.

And then she missed her period.

But it was nothing to worry about, right? There was no reason for her to be concerned. She was on birth control, had been for years. She’d missed periods before, usually when she was stressed. It was probably the next semester looming over her head.

Tim was ordering some delivery from the grocery store—he rarely went out for such things himself; a privacy concern, he’d said—and asked her if she needed anything.

He knew what sort of food she liked, so that wasn’t a concern. However, even if her period was late, she’d definitely be getting it soon.

“Uh, yeah,” she told him when he asked what she needed. “Some tampons, I think.” She paused. “And some Midol. And a heating pad.”

He blinked, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Uh… okay, but why?”

She looked at him skeptically. “Why do you think? I’m about to get my period. It’s a little late, so it should be coming any day now.”

He frowned outright at that. “Um, Lea. There’s a reason your period is late.”

She hummed in acknowledgment, hunting through the drawer in his closet he’d temporarily dedicated to her clothes for a fresh pair of panties. “Stress about school, most likely.”

“No,” he said slowly. “It likely won’t be coming at all.”

She paused, turning around to face him. “Why not?”

“Because… because you’re almost certainly pregnant.”

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pineapplerightsideupcake · 8 months

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hello im on anon bc im new to radblr and im a crypto but just wanted to say thank you for standing up for bisexuals on this blog. idk why but for some reason i expected radblr to have better opinions on bi women than the whole ‘sexually promiscuous bihet’ and ‘traitor for being osa’ and ‘more privileged than homosexuals’ bullshit that everybody else spews. the alphabet cult is actively erasing us in favor of ‘trans inclusive labels’, radblr is invalidating us by blatantly ignoring so many bi women’s experience with sexuality. the biphobia here is almost worse than any offhanded comment ive heard from a straight person. i also don’t think many understand that some women know they’re bi and are confident in that, but others may use bi during a time when theyre unsure if they’re actually attracted to men. ive gone a few of my teenage years acknowledging to myself that im bi, but now in my 20s im questioning if i ever truly felt attracted to men. the things i feel sexually in my most recent relationship with a woman are things ive never felt or even imagined were possible when ‘crushing’ on a guy. i acknowledge that *some* men are aesthetically pleasing for me to look at, but i’m also penis repulsed and always have been. theres nothing sexy to me about penis. truly. it makes me ill thinking about it. and that is confusing for me, bc seeing so many lesbians on here say how sure theyve been about liking women makes me think they did not grow up in an area like i did where homosexuality was truly thought of as demonic, even by the most ‘liberal’ people. i had no idea ssa was normal until i was probably 12 or 13 years old, and before then i just. repressed those feelings. i still did until i was about 17 and fully admitted to myself that ‘hey, i like girls’.

also i didn’t even know what the ‘comphet masterdoc’ was until exploring radblr, but i had heard comphet before and felt that it was very accurate in describing how i feel about men. idk anything abt what’s on the doc. regardless of my ‘true’ sexuality, it feels like theres a very hostile attitude towards bisexuality here, or even someone saying ‘ive tried to have a crush on guys before but only feel sexually/romantically attracted to women’ is met with ‘if youve even THOUGHT about having sex with a man then youre not a lesbian.’ no room for nuance.

sorry for the rant in your inbox, i hope this is okay. but yeah. thank you for being open about bisexuals here and standing up for them.

Thank you! I realized a while ago that radblr had a lot of issues that need to be challenged but I’ve also come to appreciate why these issues occur.

At the end of the day, almost nowhere allows women to speak this freely. Lesbians have had even their online communities absolutely destroyed by the TQ. So more than a few lesbian women on here really don’t want to talk to or about non lesbian women. And I think they’d be happier if they created a separate space for themselves on here where they didn’t feel pressured to, which I think is where a ton of this negativity comes from.

Bisexual women also need to stop offering themselves up as social sacrifices. I see a lot of the anti bi stuff come from bi women themselves sadly. A lot of women on radblr never unlearned that deeply unhelpful ID pol hierarchy from their TRA days.

As for your own personal journey, don’t let other people’s pain, no matter how legitimate, compound your own pain. The way I navigated my sexuality was I called myself a lesbian in my head because men did repulsed me. But it felt like a lie. I’d see a handsome dude jogging and feel a pang of attraction. Men still crept into my fantasies. I have zero desire to sleep with or date men. But that’s got nothing to do with my attraction to them. It’s a conscious personal choice I’ve made for my own happiness and safety.

So call yourself a lesbian just inside your head. Do it everyday. Look in the mirror and say “I am a lesbian” and if after a few months that feels like a lie then you’re bisexual and that’s amazing! If it feels like coming home, if everyday it feels more true, then you’re a lesbian and that’s amazing!

Please love yourself no matter what 💛

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godblooded · 1 year

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hey guys. gonna have a moment and do a good old fashioned kat speak from the heart post so here we go.

i’m so fuckin’ thankful for all of you. thanks be so much to those of you who have stuck by me. thanks be to those of you who love me. thanks be to those of you who so much as spare me a positive thought in your day. i’m grateful to exist here in a space where even when i’m going through a lot and i disappear, i’m welcomed back so beautifully and so openly.

it’s been a difficult go of it. this is the very first time in my life i’m learning myself, and that’s a very complicated thing to try to do at 32. the concept of ‘having things figured out’ isn’t quite a logical concept at all nowadays.

i’m grateful for learning i can be loved, and in a huge way a lot of you have contributed to that. @shelassos is always so supportive and always has a kind word when i really need it like intrinsically. @crimeloyalty is one of the most marvelous writers i know, and has rekindled in me an old love of something i didn’t even know came true for me (yeah, batquinn is very dear to my heart and i’m not kidding when i say it’s so healing to think something that beautiful i always wanted came true???). @rekhenung is my brother, the person who i can confidently say we’re on a forever journey together, and whenever i look over there you are, and making me prouder every day. @inexactexpiration has been a close, close, close, very bestie brother mine for so long i got to see him get married, and witnessing and feeling his happiness was my greatest joy. @vorcotec is one of my most cherished people and no matter what, i’ll never ever feel like i can do anything but go to rabbit as though nothing has ever changed. @bornbreathless has made me want to write my goddamn oc again, truly. has made me realize i can make something worthwhile, and inspired so much of the development that kitty would not be who she is without you today. @misereternal has always been the best of all and any, standing by no matter how many ages i tend to disappear for. and so talented at sparking my creativity— at making me feel loved when i need it the most. without my fox shaped sibling sometimes i don’t think i’d know what it felt like to feel accepted. @zloslwy might only just be someone i’m speaking to now closely, but i’ve always admired with such great ferocity the talent and unabashed passion they attack every character of theirs, and i find myself more often than not inspired just by reading their work. @pessimistics has been wonderfully welcoming to a passion i have for a show i have not seen simply because i developed a passion for a character from said show i have not seen only through hart’s work. rustin’s so important to me, and i mean that, and i only know what you’ve written. @atrohphy is a constancy i cannot tell you how much i adore— not just a bright light, but a person i always feel like i can say practically anything to. pitch anything to, and receive back some ingenuity. @villainsrph is someone i met through a fucking accidental giveaway and to this day i can’t go through a moment without thinking about spending two hours on a random friend date in burrito bar having what i still consider one of the most fun times of my life, and i always feel welcome with briar, who has a talent for making everyone feel welcome. @asteritm has left me messages that at times have legitimately saved my entire day from the depths, and sometimes just straight up saved me. @parameddie is one of the most intelligently thought out writers i’ve ever, ever seen and i’m in love with every single thing ric writes because all of it is fascinating. all of it is driven by such a powerfully analytical lens— none of her characters are ever just characters, but they’re studies, too. @jokethur does such beautiful writing that there isn’t a day goes by i don’t find myself idly scrolling headcanons just out of curiosity limitless. i think i’ve rattled off everything i can through my glasses fogging constantly. @standbetween is an absolute gift. a person whose positive vibes emanate into my life. a dude who writes a character so marvelously that frankly i care not about the series. I care about thom and bishop’s heart and that’s all.

i have been through a relationship that i genuinely thought was it, but it was an experience i had, and i still got through it— albeit delayed, with the help of a lot of you guys. a lot of you i love so much. through my mom’s sickness, losing her; through grad school and fluctuating depressions— through so much of the hard stuff, you have been here for me. and for that i am grateful. i am thankful for the patience and love i’ve been shown at my hardest and i’m thankful for the honesty i’ve been given when i’m at my most difficult. i’m just thankful for all of you, and i need you to know that.

writing is my catharsis. musing is my catharsis. thinking, talking, creating, is all my catharsis. and i wouldn’t have it without you all.

thank you thank you thank you.

i’m gonna go drive on up to ct to see my family for a little while so i’ll be mobile (ask for disco or wire if you feel so inclined!) but thank you. thank you thank you. i want to write when i get back. fucking hell I want to. so hopefully i can.

i’m so thankful for everyone reading this. i love you.

#long post /#maternal death mention /#parental death mention /#death mention /#depression /#thanksgiving /#ooc. king of unpopular opinions.#[you all mean the fucking world to me. and I’m sorry if I forgot anyone I’m writing off the top of my head while just. maybe crying.]

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ollieofthebeholder · 1 year

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to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 11: July 2016

[CLICK]

ARCHIVIST

Right. There we go. Martin, what do you see?

MARTIN

W-what?

ARCHIVIST

I can’t really stand up yet. I need you to describe what’s going on. For the record.

MARTIN

Oh. Right. Yeah. Um, Sasha tackled Tim and there was a bit of a struggle, but she made it out of the Archives. That was about five minutes ago, and…she’s probably gone to get help. I don’t know for sure, but, well, it’s Sasha. She wouldn’t just abandon us.

ARCHIVIST

Did it look like any of the worms…got her before she left?

MARTIN

No, I don’t think so. Tim neither, I think. It’s a bit hard to tell, what with—it was a lot out there, but I think they both got out without a mark on them. [mumbling] Or a new one, anyway.

ARCHIVIST

Tim. What happened to Tim?

MARTIN

They got split up and he ran to your office. That was where they came in, you said you’d made a hole, so…Christ, I hope he’s careful in there. Jane Prentiss didn’t follow him, and, and the worms should be coming towards her, so as long as he doesn’t…maybe he found the spare CO2.

ARCHIVIST

Spare? What? Where? I never saw any.

MARTIN

I hid a couple in the old casefile boxes.

ARCHIVIST

What, why?

MARTIN

So they’d be handy? I’ve been stashing them pretty much everywhere I can think of. There’s only the one in here, though, since the room is sealed, so…

ARCHIVIST

No, I mean, why hide them?

MARTIN

So the worms wouldn’t find them.

Look, I know it sounds stupid.

ARCHIVIST

Yes. Yes, it is. They’re just…they’re just unclassified parasites. They don’t have consciousness, they can’t plan, they’re just an unthinking infection.

MARTIN

[Sounding tired] Whatever helps you sleep at night, Jon.

ARCHIVIST

[Audibly bristling] And just what is that supposed to mean?

MARTIN

You can’t possibly actually be this big of a skeptic. Nobody can work for the Magnus Institute and not have some idea of what’s going on—and I know you’ve never doubted when it comes to Prentiss, or to Leitners, you always treat those statements with a lot more…I dunno, respect. But when it comes to anything else, I’ve listened to you recording and you just dismiss them. You tear them to pieces like they’re wasting your time, but half of your “rational” explanations are more far-fetched than just admitting that there’s a ghost or something. It’s one thing to want evidence before you confirm something is legitimate, but there comes a point when you’ve got to just…accept that you believe. For crying out loud, you thought I was a ghost, and your only evidence for that was Tim.

ARCHIVIST

Of course I believe. Of course I do. Have you ever taken a look at the stuff we have in Artifact Storage? That’s enough to convince anyone. But, but even before that…why do you think I started working here? It’s not exactly glamorous. I have…I’ve always believed in the supernatural. Within reason, I mean. I still think most of the statements down here aren’t real. Of the hundreds I’ve recorded, we’ve had maybe…thirty, forty that are…that go on tape. Those I believe, at least for the most part.

MARTIN

Then why don’t you—

ARCHIVIST

Because I’m scared, Martin! Because when I record those statements, it feels…it feels like I’m being watched. I…I lose myself a bit. And then when I come back, it’s like…if I admit that there’s any truth to them, whatever’s watching will…know somehow. The skepticism, feigning ignorance. It just felt safer somehow.

MARTIN

…

It’s a good strategy, I’ll grant you that. Worked for Joshua Gillespie, I guess. For a little while, anyway. Don’t think he’s the only one, either.

But it won’t work forever. Ignorance only keeps you safe for so long, but the minute you start accepting that any of it’s true, the only safe way is to accept that all of it is true. Pretending not to believe is just going to get you killed, because it means you’ll miss something until it’s staring you in the face, and by then it’s too late.

ARCHIVIST

…I suppose you’re right.

Still, it’s not my fault we’re about to get eaten by worms. Speaking of, can you see anything?

MARTIN

Not much. They’re just…there.

ARCHIVIST

How many?

MARTIN

Too many. And they’re coming up through the floorboards still. I didn’t think they could fit through.

ARCHIVIST

Prentiss?

MARTIN

No, I can’t…[frustrated noises] Hold on. This glass…

[DEEP BREATH, FOLLOWED BY A FAINT HISS OF STATIC]

She’s over by the shelves. Or at least there’s a lot of…there’s something person-sized over there.

ARCHIVIST

[Dry but slightly shaky] You might be able to see better with your glasses on.

MARTIN

Yeah, you’d think, but it’s easier to pinpoint without them. Christ, that’s a lot.

ARCHIVIST

A lot of what? Worms?

MARTIN

Yeah, basically.

Yeah, it’s Prentiss all right.

ARCHIVIST

What’s she doing?

MARTIN

Not sure. She’s messing with the boxes. She’s just picked one up and—aah!

ARCHIVIST

What?

MARTIN

She’s…she’s destroying them. Sort of.

ARCHIVIST

Sort of?

MARTIN

N-no, more like…Corrupting them. I’m not sure what that stuff is coming out of her mouth, but I think we should probably burn them.

ARCHIVIST

Right.

MARTIN

…

I’ll teach you the way we used to burn Leitners.

If you want.

ARCHIVIST

We?

MARTIN

Me and Gerry and Neens. The three of us.

[FAINT CREAKING NOISE AS MARTIN SITS ON THE COT NEXT TO JON]

I lied, Jon. Or, well…not lied, not about most things, but I haven’t told you everything. The only thing I really lied about was my CV. I don’t have a master’s in parapsychology. I don’t even have a degree. I was seventeen, my mum was having…problems, and my stepfather was starting to get forgetful. It wasn’t too bad then, not so bad he couldn’t function or take care of Mum, but it caused issues for him at work and he lost his job. I had to drop out of school to support us all, but nobody was hiring without qualifications and when I offered to take over Mum’s job at Pinhole Books Aunt Mary said I wouldn’t be needed, thank you very much. I started making things up. My lie about parapsychology got me in the door here at the Institute, and I know why Elias hired me after that, but…honestly, most of my employment details are made up. I won’t even be twenty-nine until next month.

The reason I know so much about Leitners isn’t because of a degree or a thesis or anything. It’s…that was literally most of my childhood. Mum and Mary Keay were—I don’t know if you’d call them friends, but they worked together, and not just at the bookshop. If they’d actually been witches, they’d probably have been a coven. A lot of what they did was tracking down Leitners. Books of power, you know? And the three of us got recruited to help.

ARCHIVIST

That’s why you’re here? In the Archives, I mean. I—truth be told, it’s been bothering me for a while. You’ve been living down here for four months, under the constant threat of…this. Sleeping with a corkscrew and a fire extinguisher. You must know that’s not normal for an archiving job. That’s why you stay?

MARTIN

Partly. Partly because I realized you didn’t know what was going on, not like I did, and I thought…I just thought if I stuck around, maybe I could keep you safe. You and Tim and Sasha. [bitter laugh] You can see how well that worked out.

ARCHIVIST

We’re alive, aren’t we?

MARTIN

For now.

Mostly, though, I haven’t left because…I don’t think I can. While I was still…you know, upstairs…I think I could have walked away, no harm done. Once I came down here…well, I think we’re all caught now.

ARCHIVIST

Yes.

Yes, I—I see what you mean. I think.

MARTIN

[Softly] I wish you did.

[CLICK]

———

[CLICK]

SASHA

[Breathing heavily] Oh, God, that’s so much.

Okay, Jon. I know you’ll want to know what’s been happening. If you’re alive after this. There are worms on the upper floors. Not so many as down in the Archives, but enough.

I set off the fire alarm, so everyone’s evacuated but me and Elias. I haven’t seen any sign of the fire brigade, but I haven’t been near a window in a while. There was…a wave of worms, I guess, and I got separated from Elias. We were on our way to set off the fire suppressant system manually. I hope he made it, but who knows. Maybe everyone’s dead already.

I’ve had to retreat into Artifact Storage. That should tell you something about how bad it is out there.

God, I hate this place.

Did I ever tell you I joined the Institute as a practical researcher? I had to analyze and investigate all the stuff in here. Take notes after sleeping in the rusted chair, write in the memory book, that sort of thing. I transferred after three months. Would have quit, but I couldn’t afford to back then.

Never understood why we keep all this stuff secret. I mean, we’ve got enough here to send any skeptic packing, but it’s just locked away. I—I asked Elias about it once, but he just mumbled something about funding and mission statements. He’s good at changing the subject, isn’t he?

Sorry, I’m rambling. No worms, though, that’s—

MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

Get back!

SASHA

What—who’s there? Who are you?

MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

Just—shit. Get out of here!

SASHA

Look, you shouldn’t—

MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

[Agonized and desperate] Listen to me. If you take one more step forward, if you look at that, you will die. Get out of here.

SASHA

Are you threatening me?

MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

Damn it, I’m trying to save you! I don’t know who you are, but you don’t—[gasps in pain]

SASHA

Are you hurt? Shit, the worms—come on, let me—

MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

[Panicked] No, no, don’t touch me! Not yet! Just—

SASHA

Wait, that’s—is there someone else in here?

MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

Oh, fuck.

[SASHA SCREAMS, THE MYSTERIOUS FIGURE YELLS, A DOOR SLAMS]

SASHA

What was that?

MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

Don’t know. That’s never been my—

[MYSTERIOUS FIGURE DROPS TO ONE KNEE, MAKING STRANGLED NOISES OF AGONY]

SASHA

Are you okay? Have you—have you been bitten?

MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

[Strained] No—no, it’s—give me a second. It’ll pass.

[DELIBERATELY FORCED BREATHING THAT SLOWLY EVENS OUT]

MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

Right, okay. Get out of here. If you know a way out that isn’t that way, I suggest you take it.

SASHA

Look, I don’t know who you are, but I’m not leaving you behind. Besides, I don’t know if my friends are okay. We’ve got to stop those worms.

MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

[Dryly] I’m open to suggestions. I suppose setting the whole place on fire is out of the question.

SASHA

No! Not with—the CO2 is going to be bad enough, but they can survive that. Maybe.

We’ve just got to trigger the system. There should be a manual override. Elias was going to set it off, but we got separated, I don’t know if he managed it.

MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

Lead the way.

[CLICK]

#ollie writes fanfic #to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest)#tma fanfic #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #sasha james #canon-typical worms #panic #peril #death mention #fire mention #the formatting is better on AO3 #at least it damn well better be because I spent the last half hour fixing it

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annikuh · 2 years

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2am talking out loud!

I’m at a point of being overwhelmed where I lay down to go to sleep and immediately start having physical anxiety. not even really mentally conscious about what I’m trying to catch my breath about, it’s just in my body.

considering perhaps trying to make my life a little easier soon…I will certainly fall over stone dead if I don’t. my therapist at one point today said “you’re kind of being a martyr by forcing yourself to suffer, when you truly know you don’t have to.” and I was like “fuck that sucks, I literally cannot stand when other people do that shit, god damn it.”

there’s some stuff I obvi gotta suffer thru, like I can’t stop doing assignments. but I’m gonna try taking some of the emotional load off my shoulders & try to neutralize the turmoil and give myself a break. like I have never had any patience with myself at ALL and I get very frustrated with myself all the time, but I realized like…I have legitimate issues and I’m expecting myself to function like I don’t. i was talking to my coworker last week abt mental illness and I was just describing the basic diagnosis & she was like “that must be so exhausting for you to live with every day, having to regulate yourself all the time” and I was like…huh. yeah it is. & like..bitch that’s a TASK, but I never think about it like it is bc it happens literally all the time every day and has for a million years.

so all that’s to say I’m gonna start being more transparent w/ what I need, I think. I don’t *want* to, and I don’t wanna be a burden, but I’m scared I’m legit going to die if I don’t ease up soon. Jax cannot be the only mf who has to deal with my nonsense. I love them but they aren’t even real.

anyway, hit me with a ho ya if ya still readin’, blessings✨✌️

#annikuh’s speakin

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (267): Thu 8th Dec 2022

My blog is ten years old today. I have written a blog every single day for ten years. Now for those of you asking how can it have been going for 10 years if this is only the 266th edition: relax your batty as the young people say nowadays and allow me to explain. I first started writing a daily blog on Wordpress on this day in 2012. I continued to upload a blog a day until 2020 when I got sick of constantly uploading it to the internet so for the last year I have have been writing every day just for my own pleasure. However earlier this year I got the urge to start putting this thing back online again and here we are. Holy fucking testicles 10 whole years of writing every single god damn motherfucking day. What a decade. What a challenge. What was the point again? Oh yeah. I discovered the work of comedian Richard Herring just over 10 years ago and he writes a daily blog which has been going for twenty years which some could legitimately argue is a more impressive achievement than mine. Herring says he started his blog to get himself in the right frame of mind to write his stand up and also because there are lots of really interesting little things that happen to us every day that we just forget about because we don’t write them down. Thanks to his blog I now know at least one thing that I did or said or thought about on each day of the last 10 years which to me is really fucking cool. If I hadn’t started this blog then year 23 - 33 for me would be just as big of a blur as 13-23 was. I’m so fucking angry with myself for not starting this blog much much earlier. What I would give to go back to my younger self and tell him to start writing about something that has happened to him at school, at college, at the Glass Centre, at college again. So many memories from those years have been lost forever because I wasn’t pernickety enough to document every aspect of my life and upload it to the internet. What a fool I was / am / always will be. As happy as I am that I have kept up this very disciplined practice I’m also majorly disappointed with myself because this blog was supposed to be so much more. I always saw this blog as a way to push myself to do new and interesting things in order to write about the experiences. Ideally I would still like this blog to one day become that. That’s not to say that there haven’t been some fun adventures along the way. In the ten years since I started this blog I have had five jobs (six if you count the two weeks I did at that pub which I don’t), travelled across America, saw Jim Morrison’s grave, gave up drinking and eating meat, vacationed in New York, been to more concerts and shows than I could possibly name here, become an uncle and a great-uncle, lived through a pandemic, gotten a motorbike and had zero girlfriends. Not a bad ten years at all, and made all the more memorable because I took the time to write about all the experiences after they happened. I’m so overjoyed that I started this brilliantly stupid blog. It really is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I hope I never get bored of it.

Leading up to this momentous occasion I have been toying with the idea of doing something bucket list worthy in order to mark the occasion. My dream scenario was to travel to Sarajevo to see the spot where Archduke Ferdinand was assassinated as that’s always been a source of morbid fascination for me. However there are no direct flights there and the indirect flights there plus the accommodation would not be cheap. I just couldn’t justify this expensive anniversary present to myself so I just left it, though I will go there one day. I did treat myself to an anniversary pizza because I’m a fat fuck and checking out last nights Dynamite:

Kicked off with the Dynamite Diamond Battle Royal. The winner will challenge for MJF's Dynamite Diamond Ring. This was kind of an uneventful match until the very end. There was a cool spot where Brian Cage kept throwing Dalton Castle over the top rope but The Boys kept catching him and putting him back on the apron. I also liked Dustin Rhodes with a running destroyer on....uh some cunt, what does it matter who it was? I was saddened to learn that 2023 will be Rhodes' last year in pro wrestling. I hope he does the Ric Flair retirement tour gimmick where he faces a bunch of the newer guys. I also hope that he somehow gets an NWA title win by the end of his run because he deserves it. The matche ended when Rick Starks threw out Ethan Page to win. Then afterwards we got a brilliant showdown between Starks and his opponent for next week MJF. MJF brilliantly gloats about writing William Regal off TV then accuses Starks of ripping off The Rock and calls him "The Pebble" which the fans started chanting. I'm worried about this because these chants could end up turning Starks heel again if they stick along with the comparisons to The Rock. MJF also says "Facts don't care about your feelings" because I guess he figures quoting Ben Shapiro will always get heat. Starks gets his on back on MJF by calling him Maxipad which is a great insult which won't hurt MJF because he's on top of the world right now. Stark then cuts a brilliant promo about the fight he's had to get to the main event. This was Starks' coming out party, he knocked this promo out of the park and got the crowd on his side. Obviously he's not winning the belt but hopefully they'll find a way to make him look strong in defeat and maybe become a Johnny Gargano / Daniel Bryan ultimate under-dog type figure. We then got Darby Allin vs Samoa Joe which was a great short, realistic match where Darby took 90% of the damage. Joe walked away from a Darby dive and Darby splatted into the railing which looked nasty. Joe lifted up the crashmats and got me wondering why the ref doesn't just it back? Finish came when Allin went for a Coffin Drop but got caught in a choke. Joe looked really good here and hopefully this will lead to an actual Darby vs Joe feud somewhere down the line. Afterwards Joe continues assaulting Darby until he's saved by Wardlow so it looks like we're getting a solo rematch which I'm down for. Next it was Wheeler Yuta & Claudio Castagnoli vs Jake Hagar and Daniel Garcia. I'll be honest I skimmed this because I'm sick of these two factions feuding. Move the fuck on please lads. I assume they're going to disband the BCC now that Regal has fucked off. Regal says he left because there is a "maturity issue" in the AEW locker room. AEW responded by saying that there is a maturity issue in Regal's mother's locker room. Hagar gives Claudio the hat and he kicks it into the crowd which was a cool spot. I feel so bad for Claudio because 10 years in WWE did fuck all to help him get better at promos. He's still atrocious. They do promo classes in WWE where they're supposed to helpt the guys get better on the mic but whenever you'd put a mic in Claudio's hand he'd always go to bits. Some of the best dialogue I've ever read is in comic books so I'm thinking there have to be some comic book writers out there who are also into wrestling and they could write good dialogue for guys like Claudio. Man I never thought I would be watching Cesaro vs Jack Swagger in 2022. I got my fill of it in 2014. Hopefully theyll bring in Rob Van Dam to make it a three way feud again. There's a cool spot where Claudio goes for the springboard twisting uppercut but Sammy gets on the apron and stops him. Finish kind of comes out of nowhere as Hagar and Garcia have Claudio and Wheeler in submissions, Claudio rolls through and Hagar's head collides with Garcias and Claudio hits an uppercut for the win. Good match but still kind of sucky build to Final Battle. Afterwards Schiavone shows them an interview he did with Regal where he confesses that he helped MJF so that everyone will be gunning for his belt and he will realize how scary it is to be at the top. This kind of made sense even if it was slapdash but good on Tony Khan for coming up with it.

Before bed I tuned into the final ever Celebrity Juice. Man I am so shocked that this show ended up lasting past one series because by the end of Bo Selecta I got the feeling that Leigh Francis had completely run out of material. However in this show he had other people to contribute and bounce his childish ideas off so I guess that added to the longevity of the show. In the beginning it was mainly young people who watched the show and you can see why because it was mainly sex jokes and puerile humour and it had two gorgeous women in Holly Willoughby and Fearne Cotton in it every week. I can remember the early episodes where they actually did try to make it into a quiz of sorts and it didn’t really work because Leigh Francis / Holly Willoughby and Fearne Cotton aren’t the kind of people who can throw out witty one liners about the weeks news (even if it was gossip magazine-esque celebrity news). This version of the show quickly fizzled out and the panel show format just became a means of Lemon getting his guests to do stupid shit. Celebrity Juice is essentially a kids show that adults have decided to play and make deliberately dirty. This show first started back in the day where I was such a comedy nerd that I would literally just watch anything branded as comedy even if I didn’t like it that much just because I liked to spend my evening watching comedy more than anything else. Although not a fan right off the bat I have to admit I did grow to quite enjoy it partly due to the dynamic and chemistry between Lemon, Holly and Fearne (and Rufus Hound in the early series). It was good for a laugh every now and again. The biggest laugh I ever got from the show was when Lemon told Kelly Brook that if men weren’t obsessed with boobs then she would be working in Dixons. I also liked when Christopher Biggins was a guest on the round where a celebrity sticks their head through a giant magazine. Lemon asked Biggins if he had ever been bent over like that before and Biggins replied “Only when I went on Jim’ll Fix It”. I remember screaming laughing at this and became convinced that Biggins should be made a permanent member of the panel for this one controversial comment. The early version of the show is interesting to look back on in this #MeToo era because this version would not fly today. A lot of the comedy in the early years came from Lemon describing in graphic detail how he would like to have sex with female guests but since #MeToo happened Lemon has not expressed his desire to “Mot Out” any of the guests (don’t ask) or indeed to “smash” any of their “back doors in”. With the eruption of streaming services in the last few years I can’t imagine that a lot of Juice’s core fan base are still around as most episodes of comedy panel shows get uploaded to YouTube immediately afterwards these days and people just seem to have the mentality that they’ll watch them when they become available rather than actually tuning in to watch them live. I think this probably contributed to the cancellation of Celebrity Juice. Personally I used to get told by friends and colleagues about something funny that happened in Celebrity Juice the previous night but I can’t say I’ve heard this in a good while (but then I don’t really watch TV anymore). Whatever you think of Leigh Francis’ brand of humour it’s still impressive that this guy managed to string this show out for 14 years when I personally thought in 2008 that he’d be back doing Bo’ Selecta the next year. RIP Celebrity Juice.

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daveinediting · 2 years

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Less than 24 hours to go before the 48 hour horror film project and I'm basting myself a little in memories of the mysterious, the eerie, and the unsettling... with which I used to spend my time. The stuff of nightmares I indulged on a regular basis.

You see for me, growing up, scary stories on my transistor radio after bedtime was the tip of the iceberg. After all, those horror radio shows happened maybe only once a week.

So the rest of the time?

I was reading it.

Not sure how this started... but one of the things I read as a kid was comic books. Not Superman, though. Not The Justice League. Not Spiderman, Batman, Wonder Woman, or any other superhero comic. No. None of those.

It was horror comics. DC horror comics, my friend Susan told me they probably were at the time.

They were essentially anthologies of short stories in comic book format. For example, I never knew "The Price of the Head" was a legitimate short story written by John Russell and published in 1916. I never knew that until my jr. high language arts class teacher, Mr. Allen, had us read that story.

Heck. Up until then I thought it was just a comic book thing.

I don't remember a lot of those stories at this point. I definitely remember "The Price of the Head". I remember "The Most Dangerous Game" (another legitimate short story). I remember one story about WWI or WWII enemy solders facing off against each other in the mountains... doomed, even in death, to face each other in the mountains. And I remember a similar story in which a death row inmate, relentlessly harassed by the penitentiary's warden, is finally executed... only to discover that death is no escape from the warden.

Loved that stuff. 😁 😁 😁

Around that time in my life, one of the local television stations took to broadcasting horror movies on a regular basis. Which is how I was introduced to Vincent Price and "The Masque of the Red Death". Which is also how I was introduced to Edgar Allen Poe and, subsequently, H.P. Lovecraft.

I think around that same time as well I was introduced to the 1963 black and white film, "The Haunting", based on the Shirley Jackson novel, "The Haunting of Hill House" published in 1959. The horror in that story was more implied than explicit but it was still.

Creepy.

As hell.

The part where you hear the sound of running footsteps pounding on the floor above when everyone in the house is gathered in a room below?

The part where the young woman believes she's holding her sister's hand in bed at night but it's, you know, not her sister’s hand??

The laughter of that little girl???

Good grief.

Creepy.

As I grew older, it was Alfred Hitchcock and his series of paperback anthologies like "12 Stories They Wouldn't Let Me Do On TV", "Stories My Mother Never Told Me", and "Scream Along With Me" that consumed my reading attention. Anthologies in book form instead of comic book form. And those Hitchcock paperbacks? I still own 'em. Because over the years I read them so many times over and over again...

I couldn't let them go.

From Hitchcock of course to Stephen King by high school. It wasn't “Carrie” that hooked me. Or “Salem's Lot”. It was “The Dead Zone”. And from there I read everything King I could lay my hands on. He had my number, did Mr. King. And not just with horror, either.

You know that Barf-o-Rama scene from the novella "The Body" or the movie "Stand By Me"?

Yeah.

I seriously laughed out loud the first time I read it and couldn't stop laughing.

And it still makes me laugh just thinking about it.

It was the novel "Christine", though, the one about the possessed car, that pinned me to the wall.

You see I was on vacation in the San Juan islands with my family the year I got the novel. And one afternoon I was alone in our cabin reading it. I don't remember where I was in the novel but it was intense wherever that was. Gripping. And, at exactly the same moment as I was having that experience, somewhere outside the cabin a car backfired.

And I nearly came out of my skin.

No joke.

Everything in me felt like it would explode in that moment.

So that happened.

Which brings me to the 1973 film, "The Exorcist".

Now of course I didn't watch that film in the theater when it came out. I actually watched it on television probably a decade later when it was available for general viewing. Edited, of course.

Still.

My parents were watching something else on our living room TV so I decided to watch "The Exorcist" on our old black & white downstairs.

At night.

And I'm down there alone.

And even though I've got the lights on, I'm completely captivated by the dark tale unfolding within the confines of our TV screen. I'm captured by the unsettling reality of the story.

It's just all kinds of subconscious manipulation before the spinning head later in the movie. And maybe that's what rocked me the most. They started you off in a pleasant kind of family reality and then slowly, slowly, walked you away from it into something dark and sinister and thoroughly disturbing. In retrospect, I was amazed at how long I was kept in a kind of ever growing physical tension that, at some point, became unnerving.

It was crazy great film-making, that's for sure.

The kind, some of which, I’d like to tap into.

In a way, my trip down memory lane is my own attempt to put my finger on what it is.

What it is?

Yeah. Of my experience with horror throughout my early life from comic books to paperbacks, from radio to television, from the big screen...

To the one in my mind.

I wanna pull from my magic bag of tricks the whatever it is that once upon a time...

Gave me the heebie jeebies.

Less than 24 hours before we do this.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

🤔 🤔 🤔

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Panty Thief - Harry Styles

So this is kind of a trial run for this fic, I’m inclined to make this a series but I’m not sure how the response to it will be. I have lots of ideas for more parts to this but only if it’s what the people want haha. Here is my belated Valentine’s Day gift to all you lovelies I hope you enjoy this heavy daddy kink/dom harry fic I’ve been working on for ages!

p.s. everyone say thank you Nathan for giving me lots of smut inspiration this is literally based on him sorta

pairing: daddy!harry x oc

warning: sexual content, smut, daddy kink/dom vibes so if you’re not here for that this is not for you

word count: 5k

In which Harry is a new student at Harley’s university and he seems to just keep popping up everywhere. The tension between them is palpable and she can’t get away from him, especially when he happens to knock on her door with a pair of her favorite red lace panties she left in the laundromat dangling from his finger.

I roll my eyes as the lady in front of me in line takes out yet another handful of coupons from her purse at the checkout counter. The cashier looks almost as annoyed as I am, but still sporting a smile despite the absolute exasperation rampant in her eyes. She takes the handful of coupons and starts scanning them begrudgingly as the woman digs around in her purse for anymore and I hardly even notice my foot tapping as my eyes instinctively roll once again. I just came to get toilet roll, ice cream, and a bottle of prosecco and the universe decides today is the day coupon Karen ends up at the checkout line five minutes before I do.

“I like your hair.” A voice speaks up behind me.

I know they must be talking to me, I don’t believe any other boring college blonde in this line warrants a compliment like that but the bright purple curls I sport tend to elicit quite the reaction from bystanders, especially the uninteresting conservatives of Publix.

“How do you uh, get it that color?”

I finally turn my head over my shoulder to face the voice, a tall guy with tousled brown hair and quite the shit eating grin on his face. He’s obviously very pleased with himself finally getting me to turn around but I can’t be bothered to entertain this excited puppy of a man with more than a word.

“Dye.”

I’ve barely even gotten the word out of my mouth before I turn back to face the cashier with an uninterested eyeroll. He scoffs behind me, clearly not giving up that easily.

“Wow,” He chuckles, “At least you’re straightforward.”

I turn back around without thinking to face him once again, “Hair dye, idiot.”

“Oh, well I could have guessed that much.”

I turn away from him again just as coupon lady finally pushes her rattling cart towards the exit doors and the cashier gestures for me to come up to the checkout. I drop my basket on the conveyor belt with a thud and she rings it up quickly, sensing my impatience and clearly wanting to get me the hell out of here as quickly as she can. I pay and grab my bags to head for the door and just before I’m home free the voice is suddenly behind me yet again.

“So, are you really not going to tell me?” He asks, catching up to me outside, “It’s going to keep me up tonight, I’m waiting with bated breath over here.”

“Tell you what exactly?” I huff, finally turning to face him.

“How you get your hair that color, of course.”

I roll my eyes, surely, he’s not keeping this bit up for the sake of hitting on me in the fucking supermarket, “Do you want something from me?”

He chuckles a bit, and I’m glad to see my utter frustration is amusing to him, “I mean,” He starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “Maybe your name would be cool.”

“No thanks.”

“Well, I’m Harry-“

I turn and walk away before he’s barely got the sentence out of his mouth. What was he even in line to buy? He wasn’t carrying any bags.

Mental note: always wear headphones to the grocery store.

***

“You’re late.”

I collapse in the seat next to my friend Danielle with a huff. She gives me a certain look that says something like you’ve been late the past three times too, but honestly at this point she should know to expect it.

“I’m always late,” I groan, attempting to lean back in the incredibly uncomfortable library chair, “So, why are we at the library?”

“We have a math test tomorrow, or did you forget about that?” She asks, scolding me over the top of her math book.

“Of course I remembered,” I say sarcastically, “Math is my absolute favorite subject how could I ever forget we had a test?”

She rolls her eyes, turning her book to the right page to start taking notes and I try my best to follow along, “So do you have a legitimate reason for the lateness or just regular Harley excuses?”

“Actually, I do,” I say matter-of-factly, sitting back up straight in my chair, “There was a freak at the grocery store, dude would not leave me alone.”

“What was he doing?” She asks, suddenly interested.

“Just talking? I guess? He like wanted to have a whole conversation waiting to check out.”

“So, a nice guy just struck up some conversation with you at the store and that’s a bad thing?”

“Yes,” I huff, closing the book once again, “I was just there to get groceries I didn’t need the extra human interaction.”

She opens her mouth to reply but she’s cut off as a group of guys walk in the front door of the library talking at full volume. I can feel almost every person in the room turn in the direction of the loud noise at the front and suddenly my eyes land on him. There’s no fucking way.

“Dani,” I whisper, sliding down in my seat so I can go unseen, “Dani that’s the guy, the guy from earlier.”

“What?” She whispers harshly, trying not to stare as the boys get scolded by the librarian at the front, “You mean grocery store guy?”

“Yes!” I huff, electing to sit in my chair backwards so my back is to him.

“No way Harley, it just looks like him-”

“No Dani, it’s him,” I whisper, “Tall one with the curly hair in the black hoodie.”

“That’s him?” She asks, “You had a problem with that talking to you?”

“Shh!” I huff, “God he’s going to hear you, are they still at the front?”

“They um, yeah,” She stutters, her eyes diverting to her book again, “They’re still up there, at a table now.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sensing the discomfort in her voice and turning around myself.

My eyes immediately lock onto his and I look away quickly, shielding my face from him with my hand and turning back towards Danielle.

“He’s staring right at you.” She says, trying not to be too obvious.

“Yep.”

“Are you gonna go over there?”

“Why would I do that exactly?” I ask, my eyebrow raised in disbelief.

“Because a hot boy is staring you down across the fucking library!” She whispers harshly, reaching over to smack me in the arm.

“More like a fucking psychopa-”

“Hey there,” I hear his voice cut in and my whole body cringes in on itself without my volition, “Fancy meeting you here.”

I turn around in my chair, forcing myself to face him while my whole face heats and I’m sure I’m the color of a rather ripe tomato. Something about the way he says hey there in that fucking accent makes my entire body tense up.

“Hey there,” I mimic, “Long time no see.”

I feel Danielle’s eyes on me as the words come out of my mouth, her gaze flickering between the two of us and watching the horrifically awkward exchange play out in front of her.

He laughs, electing to lean on the table, “What are you doing after this?”

“She’s doing absolutely nothing.” Danielle answers for me and I kick her under the table, making her wince.

“Glad to hear it,” He grins, his eyes zeroing in on me once again.

“I’m very busy actually,” I cut in, closing my textbook and throwing it in my bag, “We both are, but um, I’ll see you around.”

Danielle is looking at me with eyes the size of dinner plates as she frantically packs up her stuff, shoving it in her bag to follow suit. I stand up from my chair, slinging my bag over my shoulder and he rounds the table to stand right in front of me, the only thing between me and the front door.

“Can I at least get your name?” He asks, his voice incredibly deep clearly for only me to hear.

“Harley,” I quip, side stepping around him, “See you later uh, Harold is it?”

He gives me a very particular look as I walk away from him, taking steps backward and relishing in the smirk on his face. He knows what I’m doing. I feel Dani’s hand grab my arm and I finally turn around to face the door, walking through it, but even as I’m outside and carrying my feet down the steps I feel his eyes on me, drilling into the back of my head.

“The hell was that?” Danielle asks, “He was so cute and you just, you just blow it like that?”

“Harmless flirting.”

“You call that flirting?”

“Oh Dani,” I sigh, taking out a cigarette and lighting it between my lips, “I call that winning.”

***

I’m woken up with a start when I hear the loud roar of music start from Dani’s room. She always blasts music in the morning while getting ready for class. I look over my shoulder to check the time, at least she waited until 10 to start with the noise. My head is pounding ever so slightly, and I realize why when my eyes land on the empty bottle of pink Moscato on my bedside table.

I drag myself out of bed and into the tiny common space between our two rooms, “Good morning sleeping beauty,” Danielle teases, “I noticed the bottle of wine went missing from the fridge.”

“That’s bizarre,” I joke, “Must be a wine thief in the dorms. I’ll get on that mystery right away.”

She shakes her head at me, rolling her eyes as I grab my basket of laundry from my room. I slide on a pair of slippers electing to go put it in the wash, so I hopefully have a single clean pair of jeans for class tonight. I call to Dani letting her know I’ll be right back and as soon as I open the door to the hall I’m staring at him.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I groan.

He stops dead in his tracks, taking a glance over his shoulder to see me standing in my doorway. He’s dressed in only a towel, holding it closed while it hangs low on his hips. His hair is wet, clearly making his way back to his room from the showers and his chest and arms are rippling with muscles under his damp skin.

God those arms could crush me like a grape.

“Morning neighbor,” He grins, clearly getting a kick out of this, “Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?”

“You’re in this building?”

“You bet, room 7C down the hall.”

“Well, neighbor, for future reference, most people in this building take their clothes to the shower with them.”

“You Americans,” He chuckles, starting to walk away from my doorway, “So prude, have a nice day Harley.”

He disappears down the hall and then behind his door and my mind gets to work on picturing what he looks like without the towel. You can nearly feel the tension between us in the air, it was palpable. I could even feel his eyes on me, looking me up and down and lingering on my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to clear my head as I take a deep breath and start on my way to the laundry room downstairs.

I put a load in the wash, briefly tuning into the dramatic soap playing on the tiny TV hung on the wall. I decide to head back to my now empty room since Danielle left for class and end up wasting most of my day away on a bad Netflix original movie, only pausing half way through to go move my clothes to the dryer.

I order a pizza for dinner before my night class and go back downstairs to grab my laundry out of the dryer. Just as I’m opening the dryer and emptying my clothes back into my basket I get a text that the pizza guy is downstairs waiting for me.

“Shit, shit, shit.” I huff under my breath, quickly shoving all my clothes in my basket and slamming the dryer shut behind me.

I rush back to my dorm, chucking the basket of clean clothes inside before heading to the stairwell and nearly sprinting down them to get to the ground floor. I meet the rather impatient pizza guy downstairs before bringing the food back up to my room. I’ve just barely finished the first slice half way through a Criminal Minds episode when there’s a knock at the door. I groan, dragging myself from the couch and tossing the blanket off.

I open the door, rolling my eyes, “Dani, you have got to start remembering your key when you-” I’m cut off as I come face to face with him rather than Dani, “Oh, um, hi?”

“Hi,” He repeats, now dressed in a pair of grey joggers and a plain black t-shirt, “I believe you dropped something in the laundry room earlier.”

He reveals his arm from behind his back, holding out his hand with my bright red lacy thong dangling from his pointer finger. I can feel my entire face heat to match the shade of my panties, but I won’t let him get the satisfaction. I go to snatch them from his hand, but he stops me, gripping them in his fist instead and using them as leverage to pull me a bit closer to him.

“Probably want to be a bit more careful where you leave your panties lying around, darling,” He smirks, “Unless you want to leave them on my bedroom floor of course.”

It’s the final straw, those few words spoken in his deliciously deep voice absolutely dripping with that amazing accented tone, on top of the way he’s dressed, every muscle visible beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. I don’t know what I’m doing until I’m pulling him to me by my own grip on the lacy underwear between us, my mouth meeting his and his teeth instantly biting my bottom lip between them.

“Yours or mine?” He breathes out, pulling away from me just long enough to get the words out.

“Where’s your roommate?” I ask breathlessly.

“Vacation,” He says, “Till Wednesday.”

“Yours,” I laugh, pressing my lips back to his, “Definitely yours.”

He walks me backwards down the hall to his dorm room, shoving me up against the wall as he unlocks the door, his lips working down my neck. As soon as the door is open he walks me through it, bending down to grab the backs of my thighs and hoisting me into the air. He kicks the door closed with his foot and I laugh against his mouth as he carries me past his bedroom doorway, slamming that behind us as well.

He lays me out on the bed, nearly tossing me right on top of the mattress, my lacy red underwear still gripped in his hand.

“Any chance you got something this cute under there?” He chuckles, holding them up in both hands to really show them off.

“Why don’t you come find out?” I tease.

He rolls his eyes, finally kneeling onto the edge of the bed and crawling over to me. He starts to lean over me, but I shove his shoulder, forcing him to lay against the mattress before swinging my leg over him. I can feel him underneath me immediately and it makes my legs clench together on either side of him.

“Hi,” I breathe, planting my hands on his chest and meeting his eyes.

“Hi,” He repeats back to me, that bright smile of his making my stomach flip, “You gonna come down here or...?”

“Oh, shut up,” I laugh finally leaning down and connecting our lips once again.

His lips are ridiculously soft against mine while the feeling of his muscles under his t-shirt are quite the opposite. He reaches up to cup my face with both hands, trying to somehow pull me closer as if we aren’t close enough as it is. I can’t figure out exactly where I want to put my hands; his shoulders, his biceps, god, in that amazing curly hair.

My hips start to move against him without my volition and he groans into my mouth, a deliciously deep reverberation that makes me grind my hips into him even more. He grunts against my lips, finally pulling away and resting his forehead against mine instead, breathing heavily.

“You alright there tiger?” I tease him, threading my fingers through his hair, “Need a breather already?”

“Shut your mouth,” He chuckles, grabbing me around the waist and trying to flip us over so he’s on top.

He greatly underestimates the size of his twin dorm bed when he does so, both of us rolling off the edge and tumbling to the shag carpeted floor beneath us. I expect the mood to be ruined, for him to get up and usher me right out the door because how awkward is this, right? I’m beyond surprised when he starts laughing, both of us splayed flat on our backs and heaves out a sigh as he rolls over to face me again.

“That was pretty smooth of me, eh?” He jokes, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

I shake my head, chuckling too, “No I’m okay, just gonna have a massive bruise on my ass most likely.”

He laughs again, finally pulling himself to his feet and offering me a hand to help me up. I’m not sure what I expect past that, maybe a hug to send me on my way now that the atmosphere has completely changed but that tension is still between us, the same tension that’s been building since the moment he said a single word in the supermarket.

The second I’m back on my feet he shoves me onto the bed and I can’t even begin to hide the shock in my features. He’s back on top of me in seconds, his lips pressed to mine and I’m sure the surprised whimper that leaves my mouth fuels his ego to the gods.

“You alright there tiger?” He mocks, and I resist the urge to reach up and slap him.

“Careful.” I quip, pulling away from him to meet his eyes.

“Careful?” He asks, quirking up his eyebrow at me, “I’m sorry are you telling me what to do sweetheart?”

I gulp, the smooth but stern voice he’s using making my thighs quiver. He seems to notice, his eyes darting down between us and a small chuckle escaping his lips. He looks back up at me, his eyes dark and brooding, before they flicker to my hands at my sides. He grabs my left wrist roughly, holding it above my head against the mattress before doing the same to my right arm as well. I’m nearly squirming underneath him, my entire body steaming to the touch as his eyes bore into mine.

“Something wrong, love?” He asks, the condescending tone to his voice making my whole body shake.

“Course not,” I pant, my breath coming out heavier than I anticipated, “Just fuckin peachy over here.”

He chuckles a bit, his grip on my wrists growing tighter, “You’re not very patient, you know that?”

I’m not sure what it is that’s making me writhe the way I am; perhaps it’s the countless months I’ve gone without sex since my last messy breakup, or maybe it’s the way in which this all panned out with a stranger over some fucking underwear, or fuck, maybe it’s just him and the way that cocky smirk on his face makes my insides twist.

“Patience is a virtue,” I say carefully, making sure to keep my tone even, “I’m more about vices.”

His left hand releases my wrist and I prepare myself for his hand reaching where I need him most, sucking in a breath between my teeth and letting my eyes flutter closed but it never comes. My eyes peel back open to see his hand hovering over my neck instead. He meets my eyes before his fingers finally grace the skin of my throat, applying just the slightest bit of pressure almost as if to test the waters.

I’m nearly dizzy as he does so, the temperature in this room suddenly a million degrees. He removes his hand again, the pressure around my throat leaving me and I whimper in distaste, making him chuckle again.

“Poor thing,” He chastises, my legs clenching together on either side of him, “I can’t do it all though, if only there was a way I could hold down both your wrists and choke that pretty neck.”

I watch his hand dig into the pocket of his joggers and once again pull out the thin red lacy fabric of my panties, holding them between us.

“Mind if I use these?” He asks, clearly knowing the answer but wanting to get a reaction out of me anyways.

“Yes, god,” I gulp, “Please.”

He grabs my hands, moving them completely above my head before wrapping the panties around them a few times, tying them together. He tugs on them a bit to make sure they’re pretty secure before looking back down at me, his eyes completely blown out in lust, his pupil swallowing his surrounding iris.

His lips are back on mine in seconds, his now free hands roaming my body before one hand rests on my neck, gripping the sides and applying a bit more pressure than the last time. I whimper into this mouth and curse myself for doing so as soon as my eyes flutter open to see that cocky smirk on his face once again.

“Eager, sweetheart?” He teases, and my hand reaches up to smack him before I remember I’m bound in a pair of my own underwear, “Ah, ah, be a good girl and stay still.”

Hearing the words good girl come out of his mouth makes my entire body squirm and he grins again, that lopsided condescending grin and I know he’s getting off on this, making me writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss my stomach, hiking my shirt up as he goes before working his way down and tugging my pants down my legs. I hold my breath in anticipation but when I look down the bed to meet his eyes he simply kisses the inside of my thighs, ghosting his mouth over the thin fabric of my panties.

“Fucking please,” I beg, my breath coming out in heaves, “Is this some kind of joke to you?”

“Please what, princess?” He asks, my legs threatening to squeeze his head between them, “Tell me what you want, hm?”

“You cocky bastard,” I huff, my mind getting fuzzier by the second the closer he gets to my center, “You know what I want.”

He stops abruptly, sitting back up from his small assault on my inner thighs, “What did you say, love? Care to repeat that? Couldn’t quite here you down here.”

There’s an edge to his voice, like glass, it cuts right through me and makes my thighs quiver, “N-no,” I stutter, “Didn’t say anything.”

“That’s what I thought,” He grins, leaning back down between my legs, “Now be a good girl and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I suck in a breath sharply, but I won’t let him know how his words affect me, “Oh daddy,” I mock, rolling my eyes, “Need you so bad.”

He grabs me by the ankles, flipping me onto my stomach and sends an echoing smack to my ass, the stinging sensation that radiates afterwards making my toes curl. He flips me back onto my back, his dangerously dark eyes meeting mine as he spreads my legs apart once again, holding my thighs down against the mattress.

“Want to try that again, princess?”

“Fuck,” I gasp, the edge to his voice making the whispered swear fall from my mouth involuntarily, “Um, yes.”

“Yes what?” He growls, leaning down to hold my jaw in his hand, his eyes drilling into mine waiting for a response.

“Yes daddy.”

“Now you’re getting it, good girl,” He grins, his hand that was gripping my jaw moving to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, “Now open up,” I oblige, slowly opening my mouth and he pushes his middle and ring finger past my lips. It catches me a bit off guard, but he only nods his head, “Get them nice and wet for me love, don’t want to hurt you.”

He pulls them from my mouth, a small string of saliva connecting them to my lips. He chuckles a bit, clearly getting a kick out of how worked up I am for him before finally pushing my panties to the side and pressing his fingers into me. I instantly turn my head to the side, muffling the moan that escapes my mouth into my pillow. As soon as he realizes what I’m doing he grabs me by the hair, holding my head straight.

“None of that,” He says sternly, “Wanna hear your pretty sounds, babygirl.”

I’m dangerously close to the edge just from the words pouring from his mouth in that accented tone that makes my entire body shiver. That condescending smirk finds its way back to his lips and I know that he can tell I’m close, just teetering on the edge already.

“Needy little thing, are we?” He teases, “Already gonna cum and daddy’s barely touched you yet.”

His words are almost just enough to push me over the edge, but I hold off as much as I can, straining away from his touch as much as I can with my hands bound above my head and his weight on top of me. I feel the particular twist in my stomach, that burning sensation in the very pit of my abdomen just as my eyes squeeze shut and my vision goes white. His fingers work me through it, his mouth finally hovering over where I need him most, sucking my sensitive bud into his mouth and making me shake.

I feel his fingers withdraw from me and suddenly he’s pushing them past my lips once again, but this time I taste myself on them, swirling my tongue around each one to suck them clean. I meet his eyes as he pulls them from my mouth and my hips involuntarily buck up to meet the bulge prominent in his pants.

“Still needy, are we?” He chuckles.

“Please shut up and take your pants off already.” I beg, my hips bucking up to meet him again.

“You see I would but,” He starts, sitting back on his heels, “It seems I don’t have a condom, would you happen to have one?”

“Would I, no, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” I stutter breathlessly, my blood starting to boil in disbelief, “What kind of guy doesn’t keep a pack of rubbers around you idiot?”

“Careful,” He warns, his voice dropping into that deep calculated tone that makes me shiver, “And perhaps a guy that just moved in this week and hasn’t necessarily had buying rubbers on the mind,” He says, “That is until he met a spunky purple haired girl in the supermarket.”

His words make my stomach do a few somersaults, but I don’t let it extinguish the pissed off fire burning in my stomach knowing that I won’t be getting the relief I desperately need right now.

“You’re serious?” I ask, “You don’t have any?”

“Serious, darling,” He chuckles, “But instead of moping about it, you’re going to take what I give you and say thank you daddy when I’m done, understand?”

I nod my head vigorously, despite wanting to do the exact opposite. What kind of hold does that goddamn accent have on me?

“Good,” He smiles, clearly pleased with my response, “And maybe if you’re a good girl next time daddy will remember to hit the store.”

“Next time?” I ask, not filtering the shock from my voice.

He laughs a bit, reaching up to finally untie my hands, “Yes, next time, did you want this to just be a one-time thing, princess?”

I can’t form the words I want to say as I sit up a bit, rubbing my wrists only slightly from the rough fabric of the lace wrapped around them, “I um, I don’t-”

“That’s what I thought,” He smirks, standing from the bed and holding out a hand to me, “Now come on, didn’t you get pizza?”

I smile, taking his hand and starting to stand to my feet, my legs a bit wobbly and I’m thankful for the stability of his arm to lean on.

“Do you have anything to uh,” I start, cringing when I feel the wetness in between my thighs, “Clean up with?”

“Nope,” He says cheerfully, “You keep that pretty mess I made between those thighs, babygirl.”

My knees nearly buckle, and I’m cursing him for his lack of condoms and the ache between my legs as I pull my pants back on, following him to the door to the hall. He stops abruptly just inside the doorway, turning back to meet my eyes.

“What’s my name?” He asks cheekily.

“Harry,” I say confidently, “Why? Are you worried I forgot already?”

He grabs my ass in his hand tightly, squeezing the skin, his voice calculated, “I said, what’s my name?”

I gulp, leaning into his grip on me a bit more as my knees wobble, “Daddy.”

He releases his grip on my ass, giving it a quick smack, “’Atta girl, let’s get some pizza in you so you’re ready for round two,” He grins, throwing his arm around my shoulder and tucking me into his side as we walk down the hall to my room instead, “Maybe after we can hit the store, I seemed to have forgotten to pick something up last time I went.”

#harry styles #harry #harry styles smut #one direction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #one direction smut #harry smut #harry styles oneshot #daddy!harry #dom!harry #sub!y/n

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gasolineghuleh · 3 years

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His Party, After All.

Commission for a very wonderful friend of mine. This one’s for you, Em!

BDSM with Rain.

cw: pretty rough one, i got in the zone. contains collar, leash, choking, derogatory dirty talk, pet ownership, and hints at mind control.

Adults only below.

“Rain! We’re going to be late if you play with yourself any longer!” you call, your fist firmly planted on your hip as your toe taps away on the hard floor of his dorm room. The steam from the shower has finally cleared and you can see the vague outline of your Ghoul, nude from the waist up with a towel concealing the pale grey skin beneath. He was still tired from the tour, something that showed in the sluggishness of his movements after a hot shower or upon waking up. But now, as you stand waiting by the door, your annoyance peaking by the moment, you can see the genuine happiness in his face as he smiles at you, tousling his hair with the once-white towel in his slim hands. Even the black holes of his un-masked eyes seem to glimmer with a sort of light that you haven’t seen in a while.

“Babe, chill. We won’t be late. I just gotta find my mask. I think you knocked it off of the night stand last night.” You roll your eyes good naturedly as he walks around the large bed that dominates most of his room, pressing a loud and wet kiss to your forehead as he passes. His slightly damp hair falls forward and catches briefly on your eyelashes before he steps away, leaving you smiling and wiping your face gently with the side of your hand, trying not to wipe off any of your makeup. “Ahah! Right where I thought it was.”

“Well if you just stopped taking the damned thing off-” you start, only to be quickly interrupted by Rain, a stern tone creeping into his voice— his “dom” tone, you’ve taken to calling it, ever since that aspect of your relationship solidified. It’s something the two of you slipped into with ease, a silent understanding that this is what makes the two of you the most comfortable together. Natural.

“You’re right with the adjective at least, but what did I say about getting testy with me on whether or not I wear my mask?” Rain turns back towards you, his metal mask finally snapping back into place and covering the void that sparkles where his eyes should be— instead, they’ve reverted to the soothing cool blue glow that you’re used to, and you can feel your heart squeeze in your chest.

“I know we’ve talked about it… I just worry,” you explain, stepping forward and cupping the cold metal on his cheeks in the palms of your hands— an odd sensation for something that you consider so comforting now. Rain smiles softly down at you and slips an arm around your waist, tucking you tightly against him before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Come on, you’re the one who doesn’t want to be late.” You sigh and step back from him, waiting for him to move to the door before you follow obediently— Rain sets the rules, you just follow them. He smiles at you in approval, sweeping the door open and holding his arm towards you, bowing you through the threshold. “Such a gentleman.”

“Ah, it’s gentle Ghoul, thank you,” he corrects, but his tone is light as he laughs at his own joke. Rain falls into step with you quickly as you make your way down the hall, making last minute adjustments to the dress you’ve decided to wear. It’s a strappy thing, and not something that you’re usually comfortable in, but you love the way that Rain’s eyes follow the strings that tie haphazardly up your waist. The heels you’ve chosen are a gorgeous accompaniment, gifted by Papa himself as a birthday present— dark blue and towering, it’s a perfect compliment to Rain’s height and the blue of his eyes… Something you’re sure that the new Papa considered.

“It’s in the Grand Hall, right? Do you hear anything?” you ask, perking your ears up for the sounds of a party that you’re sure has already started. Rain hums to himself in confusion before nodding. As usual, you can help but smile at his cocky display of how much more powerful Ghouls are than “regular humans”-- it’s something he shows often, usually in more scintillating ways.

“I can hear it. You can’t. But yes, they’ve started.” You nod and roll your eyes, tardiness now confirmed. It’s one of your most hated things, and Rain knows this, of course. A subtle punishment he’s decided to enforce for your confidence in bed last night. Swallowing hard, you pull open the door to the Great Hall and brace yourself for the cacophony of voices that follow.

“Finally!”

“There they are!”

“The Ghoul of the hour! And his bride!”

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, you know how long it takes our girls to get dressed sometimes,” Rain manages to get out through a laugh. His hand falls away from your side as he moves forward to embrace Swiss and Aether, already bringing him a drink and a small plate of food. “You guys didn’t need to go through all of this for me.”

“Hey, you’re the youngest. You get all the love still. Enjoy it,” Swiss quips, tossing you a wink as soon as Rain turns away from him. The joke of ages among the Ghouls is brought up often, and usually comes up around their human partners— a casual “one century, huh?” is their favourite way to remind everyone just how long they’ve been around.

As the boys talk and joke with each other you let your eyes scan the room, eyeing the various decorations that have been thrown up around the Grand Hall for the occasion. Streamers in blue and silver line the walls as well as a large banner that says “Happy Spawnday!” that looks like it was scribbled rather quickly. A burn mark in the corner lets you know just who penned the message, a detail that you can’t help but laugh at. There’s a table along one side with snacks and drinks for Ghouls, and another separate table for human drinks and food. Someone by the human table catches your eye and waves you over.

“Babe, I’m going to grab a drink, okay? I’ll be right back.” Rain looks over to you, his eyes flicking quickly to the group of girls who have waved you over— the other Ghoul’s partners; a shared clique of the only people who will understand what it’s like. He nods with a smile and it seems genuine enough, so you squeeze his hand in affection and move over to them, careful not to trip over the balloons bopping along the floor from people kicking them as they walk.

“You two were fashionably late, as usual,” one of the girls comments, eyeing you suspiciously over her glass of wine.

“Oh, yeah, Rain couldn’t find his mask again.” You fight to control your blushing cheeks, knowing that it’s the truth but not quite willing to divulge why he couldn’t find it. The other girl seems to know anyway, raising an eyebrow and smirking as she finishes her drink. She stands to get another and hands you one as well without asking before sinking back into her chair. “Thanks.”

“No problem, I figured you could use it, especially if you had to deal with one of them maskless.” She raises her glass to you and you do the same, taking a sip of the rich wine and sitting down in the chair across from her. You cross your leg over the other and notice how the dress falls to show your calves, accentuated by the sharp point of the heel.

“Did he buy you that dress?” You turn to answer her, not able to miss the way her eyes are roaming along your exposed side and leg. Eyeing others in the Abbey was an accepted practice, enforced by the previous Papa— something along the lines of “we are all His children, so we should all look, si?”.

“No, actually! I got it for myself for that Yule party that Papa had to reschedule. I figured it would be decent for this party, at least. Rain seems to like it.” When you look back to your partner he does, indeed, seem to be stealing looks at you across the Hall, eyes flashing in warning when you move enough to show him the hem of your panties through the side slit.

“So does someone else,” she remarks, tilting her glass surreptitiously towards the other side of the room. Dew is leaning against a wall, an empty glass dangling in his claws as he watches you lasciviously. His other hand is curled by his side, gripping his thigh tightly. You look back to Rain, hoping he hasn’t noticed— but of course he has. He looks to you and shrugs, seemingly laughing it off as he finishes his conversation with the other two Ghouls in his band.

“That could have been awful,” you say, laughing in relief as you toss back the rest of your wine. The other girls around you chitter with laughter before the conversation turns back to the finished tour- presumably what they were discussing when you came over to join them. You tune them out as you pick at the plate of food in front of you half-heartedly, your eyes moving back to Dew every so often. He’s managed to move slowly across the Hall towards you, appearing as nonchalant as possible.

“Babe, you okay over here?” You startle slightly and look up, finally noticing Rain standing just to the side of you. He’s chewing happily on something, still flanked by Aether and Swiss. When you nod and grin at him he seems satisfied enough, dropping a light hand onto the crown of your head. ”Aeth and Swiss want to go for a quick hunt. I’ll be back. Don’t get into trouble, okay?”

“Yes, dear,” you respond, only semi-sarcastically. You know the warning to stay out of trouble is probably a legitimate one, but you ignore it anyway. What kind of trouble could you even get into at a party thrown by the Clergy, after all? It’s not like you can get yourself hurt, or manage to get yourself lost sitting in a chair against a wall. Once Rain and his fellow bandmates move away you turn your attention back to the girl who handed you the wine. “Which one is yours?”

“Ah, we’re playing soccer moms at a tournament, I see.” She laughs and tosses her hair over her shoulder, leaning forward conspiratorially— you mimic her. “I’m with Mountain.” One of her eyebrows lifts meaningfully as she flicks her eyes towards the side of the room. When you follow her gaze you see Mountain leaning against the wall with his ankles crossed comfortably as he nurses his own drink. Your eyebrows lift in surprise as you lift your own drink to her and take another sip from your glass.

“That can't be a fun ride. At least not all the time.” She surprises you with a high-pitched giggle, nodding as she finishes off her drink and reaches for a bread roll from the center of the table.

“It's certainly not the easiest, but I would say we manage.”

“Manage what?” The two of you look up in surprise to see Dew standing over you, his arms folded in front of his chest as his eyes move between you. The look in his eye is hungry, and it's clear that he's considering the two of you as a meal almost as much as a potential dance partner. Mountain’s partner drops her eyes and mutters something into her class; she manages to get up and excuse herself lithely, practically scurrying back towards Mountain and leaving you alone with the Fire Ghoul.

“Just girl talk, Dew. How have you been?” Your voice is stable but your heart pounds under your dress, and you’re sure that he can smell your nervousness. As a reflex you flash a grin at him, attempting to show your teeth enough to where he backs off— little tricks that you’ve learned from dating Rain… a Ghoul of a temperamental nature, himself.

“I’ve been just great, girlie. Where’s the Ghoul we’re meant to be celebrating?” Dew leans farther over you, moving his hands to his hips as he smiles. “It’s his birthday, after all. Surely he didn’t leave his beautiful girl here, all alone?”

“Ah-hah, he sure did,” you manage to laugh weakly, jumping slightly in surprise when Dew quickly stands upright and offers his hand to you.

“Dance with me, while he’s gone. It’s been ages since I’ve had someone dance with me at one of these things. It’s fun.” Dew smiles at you, all lips this time, and it’s oddly comforting. The tug in your stomach deepens and you find yourself standing and accepting his hand lightly, suppressing an alcohol provoked giggle when the two of you stumble on to the floor.

The band is playing one of the instrumentals that the previous Papa’s had composed— easy enough to dance to, but it still leaves some room for conversation between you. Dew’s hand grips yours lightly as he moves you with ease, gliding around the dance space in time to the music. When he dips you low, you scan the edges of the room for Rain. You know you aren’t doing anything wrong, but there’s a feeling in your gut that he wouldn’t exactly be pleased to see a Ghoul of the opposite element dancing with his partner— especially not at his party.

“You and Rain seem comfortable together. Everything going well?” Dew asks, his tone nonchalant. You nod and open your mouth to speak just as he twirls you away from him in tempo to the song. When he twirls you back you laugh breathlessly, your head spinning from the alcohol on an empty stomach and the sensation of floating as he moves you about with ease.

“Yes! We’re perfect. I missed him while he was on tour. It’s wonderful having you all back in the building again after so long. The halls felt empty,” you manage to get out before the song ends. Dew nods understandingly, holding your hips with both hands in a loose grasp as he waits for another song to begin.

“It’s hard being away from our partners. Rain manages the best out of all of us. The rest… Well, we like fresh meat from time to time.” Dew flashes his teeth at you and laughs, watching your face for a brief reaction of fear before you join him in laughing. A new song starts at a faster tempo and it only takes a brief second for him to launch into another fast paced dance, making your head swirl even more than it was previously. Only when he spins you away at arms length, allowing you to pause for a moment, do you see Rain leering from the sidelines.

“Fuck,” you hiss out as Dew pulls you back in. He seems to have noticed as well, as he suddenly leans in and kisses you on the lips. Hard. You gasp and break away from him just as the song ends and turn to where you had just seen Rain, but the wall is empty.

Your stomach drops.

Later on that evening, after the gifts have been opened and the rest of the wine drank, Rain seeks you out. You try to keep your distance during the rest of the party, but of course he’s able to hunt you down— he’s always been able to. His hand lands firmly on the back of your arm and tightens just enough to make sure you know that he’s there. His grip doesn’t waver as he sees the rest of the partygoers out the door, claws digging just slightly into the too-soft skin there. The Hall is finally empty, and Rain starts to steer you towards the door.

“Did he think that was funny? Dancing with my human at my own party when I stepped out to hunt? Did you think it was funny too?” You manage an answer in the negative before he barks out a laugh, his other hand curled tightly by his side as he practically marches the two of you back to his room in the Ghoul dens.

“He asked me to dance and I just said yes, I don’t know what you’re expecting of me when you leave me alone in a hall full of your friends. You could have stayed, you know. Or come back sooner than you did.” Your tone is harsher than you mean it to be, and you can’t suppress the yelp that falls out of your mouth when Rain slams the door shut behind you and locks it.

“I came back precisely when I meant to come back, and you know it’s not your place to question that. Are you going to behave or do I need to teach you to do so?” You frown, catching yourself from his quick shove across your shoulders and crossing your arms, fixing him with a frown. Sometimes being a bit of a brat got you exactly what you wanted for the evening— more attention.

“You came back hours after you said you would! I got through an entire glass of wine and half of another full bottle by the time you came back from that hunt. Did you expect me not to have fun while I was at /your/ party?” His face, previously smiling with a type of controlled fury you rarely see, falls slack.

“Kneel.” Rain snaps and points at the floor in front of him and you briefly consider disobeying, but the moment his hands move to the back of his head, unbuckling the straps of his mask, the idea falls from your mind. The black voids of his eyes entrance you, as they always do, and you fall to your knees in front of him, only barely having time to kick off your new heels behind you.

“Rain, all I did was dance with Dew. I didn’t kiss him back.” It’s a weak protest but it’s one that you try before he shrugs, allowing his mask to fall to the floor from slack fingers.

“He marked my territory. I’m marking it back. You’re my pet, not his— you know that as well as I do. You’re my little brat, aren’t you? Apparently you need taming again.” His hand goes to the buckle of his belt and you shuffle forward on your knees before you can comprehend what you're doing, your mouth already salivating at the thought of his cock slipping past your waiting lips.

“Apparently I do,” you acquiesce, settling in on your haunches as he finally draws his cock free of his tightening suit pants. There’s already a droplet of pre-cum beading at the tip and you lick your lips out of habit, moistening them as you open wide to accept him. As soon as your mouth closes around the head of his cock his hand comes to the back of your head, gripping you gently and pulling you forward along his length.

He doesn’t stop half-way, as you expect; instead he keeps going until the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat and you gag lightly. Your nose brushes against the well groomed thatch of pubic hair and you manage to turn your eyes up towards him. Rain smiles down at you, watching as your eyes water as he keeps his cock firmly in your throat. You swallow around him reflexively, feeling your carefully applied makeup slip down your cheeks with your tears. When you swallow a second time he finally groans, his head tilting back slightly as his eyes close, shuttering the pulsing black voids that linger there.

“Baby girl you feel so fucking good when you do that. Show me who owns you, huh?” he chides you, his fingers twining in your hair and gripping tighter as he pulls back from you. You hum an affirmative as best as you can, keeping your eyes pointed up towards his face— it’s something that loves and often asks for you to do for him. When he opens his eyes again and sees your face, his mouth splits in a wide grin. “I love a bitch who does what she’s told, even when she was told weeks ago. Practice is finally settling in, isn’t it?”

You nod slightly, starting to bob your head along the length of his cock as his hand loosens its grip in your hair to give you the room to move. It isn’t long before you dedicate yourself completely to the task of pleasuring him, humming along his length and pressing your tongue to the spot that he loves the most. Rain grunts when you rub your teeth along his head, his hips jerking forward and shoving his cock into your throat once more.

“Fuck… Get up, already. I’m ready for something more. And take off that dress— people have seen enough of you tonight already. I don’t need to be reminded of what Dew fucking saw.” Rain grips you by your bicep and hauls you off of the floor before pulling you close, swiping his thumb along the edge of your mouth and wiping away the spittle and precum. He looks at his thumb and grimaces, smearing it off on your dress before turning away and moving towards the bed.

“In the hamper?” you ask, hastening to move your numbed fingers through the ties on the side of the dress and down to the zipper in the back. Rain just nods as you shuck the dress completely, taking your bra with it and tossing it into the hamper in the corner of the den. You move towards the bed to join him, leaving your panties in place— he hasn’t told you to remove them, so he must want them to stay, right?

“C’mon, do it how I taught you.” Rain stands to the side of the bed, fully nude now and waiting for you, stroking his cock idly as he looks at your body. You move with a practiced grace as you hop onto the bed and lay your chest down onto the plush bedding, raising your ass into the air for him. “And?”

“Please?” you supply, shaking your ass just slightly, knowing that his eyes are hopelessly trapped at the swaying and hypnotic movements of your hips. As you expected his hand cracks down on your ass hard and you jolt on the bed, your moan of pain and surprise morphing into pleasure. Rain chuckles behind you, his hands already coming to the sides of your panties as he pulls them down and off.

“Such a good little pet for me, aren’t you? Who trained you this good? Was it me?” His hand rubs your ass, soothing small circles into the side he spanked. You just coo an answer and nod into the blankets, making sure that he can see how tightly you’re holding onto them in your fists. “Tell me who owns you, baby. Who owns this fuckin’ ass?”

“You do, Rain. You’ve owned me since you met me, haven’t you?” You bite your lip for a moment, thinking, before you finally go for broke— in for a penny, right? “Show me who owns me… I think I’m starting to forget. What if I try to go to Dew’s bed?” You can hear the sharp intake of breath behind you right before both of his hands come down onto your ass, hard.

“You think that fuckin’ Fire Ghoul is gonna be able to take you away from me? You want him to try, or do you just want me to convince you who you belong to?” The question is rhetorical and you know it, so you satisfy your need to answer by shaking your hips again. Your ears perk up when you hear the drawer to the nightstand open and shut, and the jangling of your collar and leash from his fist. “Sit up, c’mon. Let me fuckin’ remind you.”

You raise yourself up onto your knees and hold your hair up for Rain, allowing him to strap the collar onto your neck and buckle it. His hand comes to the middle of your back as he shoves you down hard, pressing your face into the bed with a full palm. His other hand tightens the leash, jerking it taut as he moves to press himself fully against you. His cock throbs against your ass, a hot and heavy length that you’re already craving to have inside of you. Your cunt squeezes in lust as you breathe out shakily— it’s been ages since he was this forceful with you.

“Say it.”

“Breed me.”

That’s all he needs to hear— his hand lets go of your head as the other fist tightens the leash further, pulling you up slightly until your face is unburied. His free hand goes to his cock and you can hear him stroke himself lightly before he brings the head to your entrance. You take a deep breath in, moaning loudly as he slowly thrusts himself inside of you, sliding in until he reaches the hilt and folds himself back over you again. Rain’s breath sounds in your ear, hot and gravelly as he speaks again.

“Is this what you wanted when you kissed Dew?” With that, he pushes himself off of you once more only to slam his cock back into you with a brutal enough thrust to punch the air out of your lungs. Rain sets a fast and hard pace, his hips slapping against the slowly bruising part of your ass that he paid attention to earlier. It isn’t long before his teeth clamp onto your shoulder and you hiss, biting down on the blankets in front of you in an attempt to cover your increasingly loud moans and gasps of pleasure.

Rain jerks the leash when you move away slightly, one of your legs falling from its position on your knee. He only follows, pressing you down harder into the bed and continuing his quickening pace. He hasn’t taken you like this in what feels like years, the collar tight around your throat and his cock hitting places that you forgot existed. It takes you by surprise when you shudder through your first orgasm, keening and moving farther up the bed, the relentless assault of his cock only tipping you into a second climax. When the stars clear from your vision, you can hear Rain talking as he thrusts with short, fast movements.

“Just like that baby, cry my name, tell me who owns you, huh? Who’s my fuckin’ brat?” his breath in your ear is coming harder and faster now and you can hear him grunting with every other movement. Finally he stills, his cock pulsing inside of you as he cums, teeth clamping on your shoulder hard enough to draw small pin pricks of blood. The two of you lay there for a moment, his cock still throbbing inside of you before you speak.

“Are you convinced?” you say, your breath still coming fast and hard. Your legs are trapped under Rain’s heavy body, and his forearm is still holding you down by your shoulders, so most of your words come out muffled into the blankets.

“Of what?” he replies, and you feel his forehead thunk down onto the back of your neck as he lets go of the leash.

“My devotion.”

“That was never in question. You’re mine.”

#lorraine writes #fic #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #fanfic #rain #nameless ghouls #era 4 ghouls

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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woooo such a cute new event format!! I saw you said in-advance requests are okay, so I'll place an order for a hotdog with ketchup and hot sauce and a side of onion rings, to share with Tanjiro! thank you! 💓💓

Why, thank you so much! I'm glad you like it ♪(´▽｀)

Summer Feelings Event

'*insert dolphin noises*' / Kamado T. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, dubcon, thigh fucking, it's mermay and I couldn't help myself, mythical creature fucking

words: 962

It’s a no brainer why people like the beach so much – the beautiful weather, the salty breeze, being able to relax in the water… Oh yeah, don’t forget about the mermaids.

Yes, yes, even though you’re looking directly at one, you still can’t believe your eyes. Mermaids were only a creature of myth, of children’s stories! So why is there one staring at you right now? You have to pinch yourself because surely this isn’t happening, right? But no, it’s all real, and there is a legitimate mermaid staring deep into your soul.

You can’t really find it in you to complain, though. True to the myth, the top half of the creature is entirely human; hell, an attractive one to boot. Red eyes gaze up at you through a curtain of thick lashes, full, pretty lips gape open in surprise, and a wet mess of burgundy tangles lay flat against the creature’s bath. What really sticks out to you, though, is the large marking on the mermaid’s forehead and the set of shell earrings dangling from his lobes. His bottom half is entirely different, however; from what you can make out through the water, it appears that his lean, muscly body transforms into that of a dolphin.

But seriously – how is nobody seeing this? You have to blame yourself for swimming out past a cluster of rocks, merely wanting a moment away from the other people habiting the beach. Heh, guess you were wrong. Only thing left to do is to leave the guy-creature-thing alone, right?

Awkwardly clearing your throat, you send the mermaid a tight-lipped smile. “Well, uh, it was nice meeting you… mermaid man?” You force out an awkward laugh. Does he even understand what you’re saying?

He blinks at you and cocks his head.

Glancing around, you look for your route of escape. It’s only then that you realize the creature essentially has you trapped within the cluster of rocks and is blocking the only exit. Heaving a sigh, you rub the back of your neck. “Listen, buddy, I really have to get going. Do you think you could…?” Trailing off, you broadly sweep your hand at him. It was meant to be taken as a move, please – away, of course. However, much to your surprise, he creeps closer, tail swishing gently as he reaches to where you stand.

Pressing a hand to his chest, the mermaid opens his mouth and says slowly, “Tanjiro.”

The air is practically knocked right out of your chest. Wait, wait, this guy can speak? Warmth floods your body, both in embarrassment and surprise. How long has he been holding out on that?

“Please, mister,” you gently urge, “could you just move-“

A surprised squeak breaks through your lips as a hand suddenly clasps onto your wrist, yanking you forward until you’re crashing into his chest. Despite the dampness of his golden skin, he’s warm, incredibly so, and you wonder how that could even be possible. You frantically look up at him, eyes wide as you try to properly assess the situation. Okay, so a mermaid is holding you – no big deal, right?

You nearly jump out of your skin as his other hand caresses your face, gentle eyes flickering back and forth between yours. Yeah, you thought he was pretty before, but being this close to him is really starting to take a toll on your psyche (amongst other things).

“You… legs,” he speaks, visibly struggling with the words.

You swallow heavily. “Um, yeah. I have legs, and you… You have a tail.” Sending him a small smile, you hope he’ll finally let you go.

Sike.

“Whoa!” you exclaim as his hands drop below the surface of the water, grabbing onto the meat of your thighs. “Okay, buddy, now you’re getting a bit too handsy!” Your words immediately die in your throat when something smooth and rubbery brushes against your thighs. Glancing downwards, you’re met with the sight of… dolphin dick?

What the hell?

Your gaze shoots back up to the creature’s – Tanjiro’s? – face. A brilliant blush colors his features, lips parted in a look of pure ecstasy. You’re left completely stunned as he whimpers, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he gently bucks against you.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit-

“Pretty and feels good,” Tanjiro babbles, head leaning in so he can rest his forehead against yours. The familiar feeling of arousal stirs around your insides at the utterly sinful look in his eyes. Your heart skips a beat as Tanjiro sharply gasps as his cock slips between your thighs and brushes against your clothed pussy. And shit, does that little noise make you throb like never before.

Shyly, you clench your thighs together, squeezing Tanjiro’s cock between them. A wave of embarrassment and arousal washes over your body as he unabashedly moans, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. You hold still while he ruts into you, those heavenly noises of his only spurring you on further. The friction against your pussy is delicious, but fuck you wish he’d just stick that weird dick of his inside you already. The bottoms of your swimsuit stick to your throbbing cunny, most likely giving you a lewd camel toe.

“Tanjiro-“

An animalistic groan rips itself from his chest at the mention of his name; something warm splashes against the insides of your thighs as Tanjiro trembles, his grip on your thighs tightening ever so slightly. His forehead is still pressed against yours while he pants heavily. “So good,” he husks, tone raspier than before.

Swallowing down your embarrassment, you spread your legs open and grab one of his hands, directing it from your thigh to your pussy. “Take some more,” you gently urge. “Take all that you want.”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kamado tanjiro x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #kamado tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #summer feelings event

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Golden Freddy's Tickly Torment

Cassidy (Golden Freddy) remembers something from her childhood that proves super useful on William. She also finds out some body & Ghost connections and some bodily functions that William now lacks.

This fanfic has implied torture. But, there is a secret that makes the torture a little easier for the reader to handle.

This fanfic prompt was suggested by @trashylever on Tumblr. Link

I hope you enjoy!

Golden Freddy was sitting with William in the closet that he had been locked in for a decade now. Throughout all those years...William suffered at the hands of Golden Freddy. The Golden bear counterpart of Springtrap had been possessed by one of the victims of William’s kill streak: Cassidy. And Cassidy was determined to make William suffer for as many years as she can, so William regrets every second he took killing those innocent kids. While Charlie was looking after all the ghosts and protecting them from the hands of William, Cassidy was busy driving William insane in as many ways as she could…

Right now, Cassidy was doing what she normally did: taking his ear off, and talking some more into the separated ear. She kept on rambling and rambling and rambling...There was never a second of quiet. The only time Cassidy would take a break was to allow William the chance to not drown her out. By the time she stopped talking, William had turned the rambling into mumbling.

But then...it went silent…

Too silent…

...waaaay too-

“Oh yeah! I remember one time I was going to my friend’s house for a play date-”

Aaaaand there it was again. And again...and a-fucking-gain.

“And she wanted me to give her the game boy! But I didn’t wanna stop playing the game! So she decided to tickle me until I let go of it. I managed to last 10 minutes straight before I finally let go! Isn’t that amazing?!” She told him.

“Ugh…” He mumbled.

“I’ll take that as a big, fat, definite yes.” She started poking his arm.

William was about to smack her across the face. That would easily shut her up. It certainly did the trick when-

“Saaay, speaking of tickle-tickle-tickling, were you tickled as a kid?” She asked.

……….Wait what?

“No. Why would I be?” William lied.

“Everyone gets tickled at least once, William. How often were you ever tickled? How ticklish even are you? Did your Mom tickle you? Or your Dad? Or did both of your parent’s tickle you? Did you have an older brother or sister? DId they tickle you? Were you able to fight back? Or did you just take it like a strong boy?” Cassidy kept asking question after question.

William began to grow uncomfortable with what they were talking about now. Everytime she said the word...It gave him butterflies in his stomach. It made him wanna cower. It made him wanna...smile from pure embarrassment.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost...OH! WAIT!” Cassidy joked. “But seriously, you looked scared…” Cassidy admitted. “Are you scared of how long you’ll have to endure this evil, insanity test? Or are you scared the tiiiiickle monster’s gonna getcha?” Cassidy teased.

Oh no...Not that word again...and don’t bring the tickle monster into this…

“Do you know that a tickle monster creeps in this very room?” Cassidy teased, possessing Freddy to move herself onto the Golden animatronic’s kneecaps. Then, Cassidy’s ghost zoomed out of Golden Freddy’s mouth with a big smile on her face. “Did you know this tickle monster is waiting? Waiting for the peeeerrrfect time to strike~! Watching...Observing your every move...Waiting for the day it can slip out of the hiding spot and tickle you until you’re a tomato red blob of giggles!” Cassidy teased.

William was mentally dying at this point. The teasing was killing him suuuper slowly. He knew the tickle monster wasn’t really a thing. He knew the tickle monster was really Cassidy. He knew that really well. And yet...The fact that we was sitting with one of the most vengeful ghosts on the face of the earth, legitimately scared him. With how much she’s been doing already, it’ll be impossible to predict just where she was going with this...

But then William realized something: he can’t actually be tickled! He’s no longer connected to his human body, and animatronics don’t have nerves! So it should make sense!

...Right?

“IIIII wonder...where are the sources of this evil killer’s ticklish spots?” She asked casually. “You gonna tell me? Or do I have to tickle you myself to find out?” She asked evilly.

Wiliam sighed. “You can’t tickle me.” William told her.

“Oh I can’t? Well:” Cassidy possessed Golden Freddy again and flopped the Freddy Fazbear body right onto Springtrap’s.

“AAH! CASSIDY!” William shouted.

She ignored him and started scratching at his ribs with the golden animatronic’s fat, shiny fingers. William’s eyes just about bulged out of his skull as the butterflies in his stomach increased ten fold. “C-CASS-”

“Yeeeeeessss?” Cassidy moved the Golden Freddy thumbs into the pockets of the springlock suit and dug deeply into the hips.

OH NO! SHE COULD ACTUALLY TICKLE HIM! TALK ABOUT UNLUCKY! NOW SHE WAS GONNA USE IT AGAINST HIM! NOOOOO!

William wiggled around as much as he could from under Golden Freddy. He tried to prevent himself from laughing by holding his breath. He even unpossessed the springtrap suit to try and prevent the ticklishness from getting to him. But it still tickled like a son of a gun! Only now, William was wiggling around in ghost form and holding his hip while doubling over.

“Ooooooh! Interesting!” She reacted as she moved veeeery slowly up the ribs.

William desperately tried to tell her to not go there, due to just how ticklish it was when he was alive. But Cassidy ignored his begging words and moved closer and closer to his special little breaking point.

But as Cassidy was reaching a bad spot, William realized something horrific:

With William not possessing the springlock’s limbs, CASSIDY WAS ABLE TO MOVE THEM AROUND AS SHE PLEASED! WITH NO RESISTANCE WHATSOEVER!

“NO! NOOO! CASSY PLEASE!” William pleaded and reached his ghost arms out. “Sorry Mr. Afton…” She smirked with the look of pure devilish evil in her eyes… “But I’m not Cassidy anymore…”

It was then that Cassidy’s hand grabbed William’s hand and lifted the arm out of the way of the vulnerable spot.

“LEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHO!” William shrieked as he anticipated ticklish fingers in his terrible armpits.

But...nothing.

Just...Nothing.

William was scared to open his eyes…

He accidentally let out a little chuckle. “C-Cass...what-”

[Let’s see how much pain you can stand.] The Golden Freddy’s voice declared…

then, Cassidy touched down on both armpits and dug deep into them. Every crevasse, every wire, every steel bit in the armpit...was touched and tickled for at least 5 minutes each.

“NOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” William finally let out his true, strongest belly laugh he had ever mustered. And it did NOT sound like that fake little fluffy laugh William used while with Cassidy.

This laugh was HEAVY. This laugh was DEEP. This laugh was ABSOLUTELY HYSTERICAL. It sounded slightly like pathological laughter! It even sounded slightly joker-ish at certain points! It was all over the place too! It was like he had 10 different laughs he was switching to every 8 seconds or so! It was surprising and strangely satisfying.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP STAHAHAP IHIHIHI’M GOHOHOHONNA DIHIHIHIHIE!” William begged.

Cassidy giggled. “Oh you silly goose! You’re already dead!” Cassidy joked.

All of the memories of people tickling him and reacting to his laugh and ticklish spots came flooding back into his head all at once. From Henry tickling him many times to get his glasses back, to his wife tickling him during her playful moods, to even Michael tickling him as a 9 year old! Would you believe that Henry’s wife even had a chance to tickle the poor guy? Yyyyup! She did, and she never did stop reminding him of it.

Cassidy moved her hands down to the middle to lower ribs to lessen his crazy laughter. William’s laughter turned calmer, and surprisingly adorable rather than concerning. “There! Now you sound a little less insane.” Cassidy told him.

William ignored her and only thanked the lord above for giving him a break.

But the break only lasted a few seconds before Cassidy explored down to his stomach and belly button.

William squeaked and really quickly possessed the animatronic body to move Cassidy off him. But with the tickling weakening him dramatically, he couldn’t do nearly as much as he thought he would be able to do. Cassidy settled for a compromise by laying partly on the springtrap’s side, and partly on the floor. With this decided, Cassidy decided to still attack his tummy.

This caused squeaks and squeals to leave William’s mouth. Then, wouldn’t you believe, giggle-filled laughter quickly filled the closet room. “Ooooooh! A whole new set of laughter! I wonder which one’s your real laughter…” Cassidy poked into the equivalent of William’s belly button…

William screeched and covered up the springtrap mouth. “MM MM! NOWAY!” He warned.

“No way? More like no way you’re getting out of this! So you minus well accept your fate.” Cassidy told him.

William whined as he wiggled around and kicked the empty air.

“Ooooh! Should I be going for those kicking feet of yours?” She asked.

OH NO…

He shook his head.

“Or perhaps I should go for your neck~” She asked.

William looked down and whimpered. His feet were way too ticklish, but his neck was the most embarrassing ticklish spot out of all of them! It made him all blushy, made him giggle and snort, and if he were a cat, he would most definitely purr. Even as a human, it made him dissolve into a puddle of giggles and titters.

Cassidy brought her hands towards the neck and wiggled them eagerly. “Kitchy kitchy kooo~” She teased.

William quickly decided to unpossess the animatronic suit. As much as he appreciated the feeling of moving the physical limbs around, William knew he’d need to move around and wiggle more the moment his neck was tickled even the slightest. So, he did just that and covered his ghost mouth.

“Oooooh! I see the murderer decided to finally come out of his shell! What a nice surprise!” Cassidy teased. It was then that she finally touched down onto his neck.

William squealed and rolled left and right as he floated in the air. His ghost had curled into the fetal position and his laughter was another octave higher. It sounded more like squeaky giggles rather than actual laughter. William definitely had a large variety of laughter that came with the man. No wonder everyone wanted to tickle him! They wanted to slightly gamble their trust away to see what type of laughter they could get out of William that day!

It didn’t take long for William to start snorting and covering up his mouth. Even Cassidy had to admit: He was kinda cute like this. Not love kinda cute, but definitely toddler kinda cute. He had that sort of vibe to him when he was tickled.

Cass actually had to remind herself for a second that William was a child killer and a manipulator. It was the strangest thing.

William’s laughter had begun to sound tiring. He sounded too mentally tired to really keep laughing, even though his body was forcing him to.

So, Cass enjoyed it for a few minutes. She found it interesting that William could be left in such a weak state through such a silly strategy. But, it worked and that’s all that mattered to Cassidy.

The animatronic slowed its fingers down and removed them from William’s neck. William breathed heavily and deeply to try and calm down. Though, Cassidy found this strange. His lungs should be a different scenario thanks to his ghost form and possessed state. William being able to be tickled and touched made sense. But lung capacity as a ghost? That didn’t make sense at all.

Was William faking it?

Cassidy decided to try something out to answer her question. She moved her fingers to William’s armpits and smirked. If he was really this tired, his laughter will be breathy, whiny, and weak.

Cassidy touched down-

“OHOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO! CAHAHAHAHASS COHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” William screamed.

There’s your answer! He was definitely faking!

“Such a liar. You weren’t really getting tired...You were just trying to get me to sympathize with you and stop!” Cass called him out. “Now quit being a lying baby and act like a man!” Cassidy dug her fingers deeper into William’s armpit.

William SCREAMED and completely lost all his composure at this point. He couldn’t hide anything with his tickles being this strong! It was like trying to hide a huge, bright flamingo in the middle of a bedroom. EVERYONE’S EYES WILL GRAVITATE TOWARDS IT!

“There we go! Look at you being so brave and strong! Doesn’t it feel good?” Cassidy asked.

William shook his head.

“Is this really too much for you to handle? Would you like me to stop?” She asked.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHA!” William’s laughter was all over the place and not even close to going silent.

It was this observation that fully confirmed Cassidy’s suspicions:

William has no lung capacity anymore.

“Hmmm…” Cassidy thought for a moment and stopped her fingers. William’s laughter lessened dramatically as he breathed...rather calmly for being tickled for potentially hours. Being in the closet meant that they both had no clue what time it was or how far along the years had gone.

William, with his newfound strength, pushed Cassidy off him. He was angry that Cassidy had brought him down to such a ‘weak’ state. How dared she make him laugh like that! How dare she figure out his tricks! And how dare she tickle him beyond the average human limits! It was a good thing he didn’t really have much lung capacity anymore! Or else he would be passed out cold from all the loss of oxygen.

Cassidy smiled and sat in silence for a few minutes as she processed the ticklish laughter. Then, she clicked a button on the Golden Freddy suit and giggled as recordings of William’s laughter and giggles filled the room.

Oh no she didn’t…

She recorded ALL OF IT?!

William growled and tackled his golden counterpart to the ground.

“HOW DARE YOU-” William yelped and lowered his face as his belly button was poked and tickled.

“Nice try, Mr. Will…but you should know something very important:” Cassidy’s voice changed to the animatronic’s voice...and the animatronic’s eyes glowed as she began to say the words:

[I always get the last laugh…]

The last thing William heard was a deep chuckle...

Does this fact about William (No lung capacity = no need for breaks) make the torment a little easier to handle? Let me know! I'm trying to find ways to not really go down the road of tickle torture unless it's fully justified.

#mental torment #william afton stuck #william afton is crazy #cassidy's revenge #punishment #post-fnaf 2 #pre-fnaf 3 #locked in a closet #ticklefic #ler!cassidy #ler!goldenfreddy #lee!william #lee!springtrap #tickle torment

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lilacprincessofrecovery · 3 years

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A Stark Halloween Party // Tony Stark x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1788 Warning: Light insecurity

There's this one girl. She wasn't a girl. She was a woman. She was bigger than other women. She was different. She loved herself. That's what drew big time tech billionare Tony Stark to her. He liked that she was confident. She was sometimes sarcastic under her breath when she thought no one could hear her. Tony realized that she was very similar to him. Tony didn't treat her like he treated Pepper. Pepper had actually decided to go to a law firm instead of working with Tony.

He knew y/n would be slower than Pepper in heels. He would only order her to stand beside him and write his work notes while he was in his lab. She would make him laugh. That wasn't easy for him since the New York incident. He loved to see her every day at 10am. Being confident was a great thing to be around Tony Stark.

Another thing about him, Tony always loved parties. No disaster would get him down when it came to a celebration or charity. Halloween was a big shen-dig for him. He was a man who liked costumes, too. He made everyone's costumes better yet he had someone else make the costumes; not that he didn't have an idea of the costumes but he couldn't sew. He decided after the computer generated the costumes to go and switch them up himself and give everyone Tony Stark appointed costumes.

He had called everyone in the compound to the main conference room. Everyone was surprised that Tony called everyone since there was nothing on the news or on the tv monitors hanging around the place, lately. He explained that he wanted to throw a Halloween bash. He started giving everyone their costumes and that their outfits will be sent to them when they get made. It was 2 weeks until Halloween. He could do it. He even thought about making them dress up as each other but after he chuckled about that he decided to go with traditional costumes.

Tony named off announcing the costumes explaining he used a generator so they won't guess he chose legitimately to give him and y/n similar matching costumes. or get annoyed if they didn't like the costumes he picked.

Steve. Sailor.

Natasha. Angel.

Y/n. Princess.

Clint. Ghost Face.

Thor. Pro Wrestler.

Peter Parker. Vampire.

Sam. Police Officer.

Scott. Devil.

Rhodey. Storm Trooper.

Wanda. Jessica Rabbit. (Mostly because of the hair)

Vision. Michael Myers.

Bucky. Werewolf.

Happy. Superman.

Loki. Plague Doctor.

and himself. Prince Charming.

It was a bit harder than he thought to give them all costumes. They all practically live in costumes. He chose the most ironic costumes he could. He however made sure he and y/N were matching. He wouldn't tell he didn't generate the costumes. Only FRIDAY knows.

Once everyone got their costumes, they're of course was arguements of why they got the costume they got. Tony rolled his eyes. "Deal with it." He smiled at y/N and went and left to go to his office. He ordered a famous designer to create the costumes except the princess one. He wanted to design that one himself.

"I can't believe I'm even coming to this party," Loki complained.

"Your face will be covered, Brother," Thor responded.

Loki groaned.

"I am stronger than any wrestler," Thor thinks. "I do not trust technology."

Steve looked at Natasha. "I considered joining the marines. I preferred to be an army soldier though."

Natasha was in shock and crossed her arms. "I am no angel. I would rather be a ninja."

Steve chuckles, "Tony's not going to change his mind."

Natasha rolled her eyes, "I blame the computer more than him."

Wanda looked to Steve and Natasha, "My costume is the most sexist outfit..."

Vision looks at her with a soft smile, "I would love to see you in that costume."

Wanda then forgets all her worries about being so sexy and caresses his cheek, "You ok with your costume babe?"

Vision nods, "I will wear whatever is given. I haven't ever celebrated Halloween before."

Wanda smiles, "Ok."

Vision tilts his head, "Who is Michael Myers?"

Wanda calmly describes the psycho to him.

Vision thinks, "I see..." He said that a lot.

Scott looks to Clint, "I'm just glad to be a part of this team."

Clint nodded, "I was going to take my kids trick-or-treating this year..."

Scott laughed, "Well maybe it won't be on actual Halloween."

Clint nodded, "Hope so." He wasn't too fond of his costume. The devil? Really? He disapproved.

Natasha looked at Clint, "Really? you think you got it bad? I've never worn a dress before. A white one at that."

"Computers aren't against you," Happy interrupted Nat and Clint.

Happy liked the idea of being Superman. Finally, he is a superhero like everyone else around him.

Happy looked at Peter who was over excited for being invited to his first Avenger/Tony/"Adult" party. "Are you alright kid?"

Peter nods and flops down on the couch. "Oh yeah. I am excited! I also love that Tony is making our costumes. He always makes me great costumes. You think I can invite MJ? and/or Ned? Do you think Mr. Stark would mind?"

Happy shrugged, "I don't think he would mind."

Bucky was quiet standing in a corner not caring either which way. but trying to think of what a werewolf costume would look like.

Rhodey thought a storm trooper would be cool. Star Wars is a classic afterall.

Sam was neutral about his outfit. He didn't care one way or another about being a police officer. He was trying to imagine himself in it. He could be a police officer. He loved helping people and saving the day. He felt like a police officer anyway. Just with the metal wings.

y/N was being quiet. She was worried now that her costume wouldn't fit once Tony gives it to her. Talk about embarassing. She hurriedly rushed up to her room to avoid anyone else. She wasn't an insecure person since middle school. She was surprised her confidence was currently faltering.

"Looks like the computer thinks you and I should match," She bumps into Tony.

"Tony... I didn't see you... sorry," y/n told him.

"Are you alright?" Tony arched his brow.

"I was wondering if... maybe I could pick my own costume. I mean I'll still be a princess... I just..."

"What are you afraid of... you don't want to match with me?"

"Tony... I'm not feeling well. I am going to my room," She left.

"Hmm... hey... y/N, wait!" Tony didn't understand why she wasn't happy or glad they matched.

She looked in the mirror and immediately went to bed after sighing loudly. She needed to get her mind off of the party. She wasn't even happy that she was even invited to one of the biggest shen-digs of the year.

She was very quiet during her work the following days. Tony was concerned. He had FRIDAY keep an eye on her for him. She was just anxious and didn't try to keep up with him anymore. She wasn't even wearing heels anymore.

The costumes came in from the designer. Tony already had everyone's measurements so he had sent them out. He didn't have y/n's so he tried scientifically to decide the size of her costume. She would never tell him or let him near her with a measuring tape. She would rather disappear than have ANY of the Avenger's Family know her size, especially Tony. She had a crush on her boss. Who wouldn't? He was Tony Freaking Stark. Tall, dark, handsome, rich, smart, and a superhero.

Everyone is glad how their costumes turned out. They fit just right and were amazing. Tony definitely appreciated the styles and the designs worth every penny. Everyone was happy with their costumes.

The night of the party y/n didn't come to the party hall. He went to her room and knocked on the door. She was crying on the edge of her bed with the dress in her lap, makeup running down her cheeks. "Why aren't you dressed?"

"I can't fit it."

"W... did you try it on?" She shrugs then sighs and shakes her head. "No..."

Tony just stared at her. "O....k. Come on I'll help you. If I have to wear poofy sleeves you have to wear the poofy dress."

She blushed nodding and stood up and he helped her dress into her costume, sucking in her stomach as much as she could so he doesn't see her 'girth'.

As a Prince and Princess, Tony and the reader smiling

"You look sexy in that costume," Tony smiled softly at her.

She blushed deep, "You're drunk and that's inappropriate Mr. Stark..."

"Call me Tony. Please... You've been here for 6 months... You're always with me. You know me better than anyone... You have pretty hair, y/n... and such soft, delicate figure... You are so beautiful. Now will you come downstairs and be with me at the party?"

She giggled, "We are at the party."

He smiled, "I made sure we matched."

"What...really?"

He nodded, "I wanted to be with you. I chose all the costumes. The generator was just me. Don't tell." He laughed. "You are my date on purpose."

y/N's eyes widened, "You wanted me to look like a giant marshmallow?"

Tony looked offended, "I wanted you to be mine."

"Wait... like me... and you?"

"Me and you..."

"What why? I'm not as hot as the other women you..."

"NEVER say you are less than anyone else. Where's the y/N I am used to that doesn't care what others think about how she looks? and Especially bimbos from my past. They don't matter. It's the past. This is the future." He takes her hand and puts a palm against her palm and smiles down at her.

" You know... you are such a catch. I'm attracted to you and all your beauty and snark. Yeah, I notice you. You have an old timey type of beauty like a princess... and I am your Prince. Well, I would call myself a King. You do everything for me. You know me better than anyone has ever..."

"He is so egotistical," Bucky said.

Tony rolled his eyes. "She is a Queen. My queen; not a princess."

Steve smiled soft. "She is sweet as can be. Princess was a perfect outfit for her. She better watch out for him. He will corrupt her." He laughs.

y/n grinned wide at Tony insecurities all gone and leans up and kisses him. "My Tony?"

"My y/N..." Tony kisses back passionately.

Everyone claps.

#avengers #tony stark #plus size reader #tony stark x reader #avengers halloween #halloween #stark #marvel

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gotmeringinghellsbells · 3 years

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I was wondering if you could do a fic about Fatgum tickling Kirishima or Tamaki or maybe both? Love your fics by the way! They’re all so cute! 💖💖💖

They Went Beyond

Characters: Fat Gum, Red Riot (Ejiro Kirishima)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

A/N: My friend @kwaiibb and I came up with the headcannon of Kirishima's parents being divorced, but maintaining a really healthy friendship to co-parent their son while moving on with their love live as well. His mother remarried, his father is happily single though.

Description: While visiting one of his mentee's at the hospital following the events of season 4, Fat Gum start's to breakdown from guilt.

Kirishima let out a soft sigh as he slowly opened his ruby, red eyes. Nope, still couldn’t sleep. The mummy had lost most of his wrapings but was still under the hospital’s watch to ensure his wounds were healing nicely. Honestly, he felt great! Maybe not in spirit but physically he felt good enough to pace around his room and honestly… go home to his mommy and mama. Seeing his dad would be nice too. The babe sighed as he stared blankly at the hospital celeing’s panels.

He’d already read his books, played his video games, and did other little things his friends and parents gave him to occupy his mind. Homework? Yeah Bakugou was probably going to kick his ass, but he just didn’t have him in it to do it right now. Besides, he didn’t understand some of it and could wait until the other visited again or his mama to help him. His step mother was an incredibly intelligent woman and would often help him when he was smaller; but Kirishima still liked to ask Bakugou as he could explain somethings a bit more simplistically and understandably to him than his math professor mother.

While drowning in thought, Ejiro had missed the gentle knock on his room door. From the doorway, a familiar face popped in. It was deflated, but one could still recognize the face to be that of the pro hero’s: Fat Gum! The mentor hesitantly took a step in the room, feeling a bit rude as he hadn’t been invited in. But this was his charge, damnit. This was one of the puppies he was training to become a hero and this…. this was all his fault. Kirishima and Tamaki were terribly injured due to his decision to bring them along.

He swallowed his guilt with a sigh before forcing himself to venture further into the room and shut the door behind him. They were pro heroes in the making, it was a good experience to have. Both are alive and he should be grateful for that, right? “Hey,” he said softly, seeing the boy in a trance-like, fixated state. Kirishima didn’t budge, mind still wandering in space. Fat Gum snorted before pulling up a chair and placing the small conventstore bag he had picked up along the way on it. “How ya holding up, mummy?” Fat Gum’s weight on the bed brought the young man out of his thoughts with a start. “Shoot,” Ejiro sighed, earning a laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the other said comfortingly before gently bumping the kid’s arm as he sat up. “Nah, you're fine. Just… thinking about stuff.”

“I could tell,” Fat Gum hummed before reaching for the bag and opening it. “So, whatcha in the mood for? Got some packaged mochi, some meat chews, what else, what else,” he muttered as he started laying out various goods on the boy’s blanket-covered lap. Kirishima smiled with a small snort as he gently picked up the mild-flavored meat chews. “Thanks,” he said tiredly. He offered a warming smile, only to be met with watering eyes.

Ruby red eyes widened in panic. “Huh? I-If you want the meat chews you can have them man!” Fat Gum sniffled as he shook his head, bagging the other goods again before standing to hug the boy. “I’m so sorry Red Riot,” he sobbed. Kirishima tensed before relaxing a bit as the shock faded. He gently placed an arm on the man’s shoulder in pure confusion. “Why are you apologizing?” “You’re just a kid, I shouldn’t have let you tag along. That…. that was too dangerous, even for us pros.” Was he talking about the mission?

Kirishima sighed, leaning into the hug again as it was quite comforting. “I needed the experience, didn't I? That’s why I applied for your internship.” Fat Gum whimpered before holding the other’s head into him as if Kirishima was his own, legal son. Kirishima didn’t resist, he just rested his head in the hug and listened to the soft sobbing and apologies. Yes, himself and Tamaki had gotten pretty busted up from battle, but it was clearly nothing they couldn’t handle, right? “You saved me though, so…. why are you crying?” It was a legitimate question, caused by genuine curiosity. “You saved me and fulfilled your duty as a hero and a mentor. You shouldn’t be crying, you should be celebrating. After all, we saved that little girl from that monster, didn’t we?”

Just barely.

“I know,” Fat Gum whimpered as he tried to pacify his tears. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be acting like this infront of you.” He went to sit back, but stopped when he found scratched, bandaged, and bruised arms weren’t letting go of him. From his torso, Kirishima peered up gently, holding a bit tighter. He knew the other wasn’t okay. It wasn’t like Fat Gum to have breakdowns of any kind in front of others. His smile warmed Kirishima’s heart before he felt a hand gently run through his semi-greasy locks. “You’re looking good kiddo, I’m glad to see that.” Kirishima smiled. “Yeah, they say about another week then I can go home. After that, well,” he laughed a bit as he sat back. “I got some serious training to do.” He still wanted to be a hero. Fat Gum smiled as he poked the smaller in the stomach. “That so, huh?” Kirishima squealed, curling in on himself.

“Training will wait until you’ve rested,” he lectured with amusement in his tone. The other giggled as the finger continued to proad at the mostly bandaged torso. “Hehehe! But I-Ihehe’ve bhehehen bed b-bound for so long,” Ejiro giggled as he gently tried to push the hand away; only to be rewarded with a new hand prodding at him. “I don’t care. You are going to rest, do I make myself clear?” Poking and prodding now turned into gentle scribbles on the babe’s sides, earning just the lightest, airiest giggles from the hero in training. “Ah! W-Whahahait!” But it was far too late for that. Ejiro gently squirmed around as his mentor turned to face him better.

Deflated fingers alternated gently and slowly between scratching slightly pudgy sides, tracing along the taut stomach, and even going so far as to glide up and feather themselves along the mostly wrapped neck; causing the other to scrunch up. “It tickles,” Kirishima whined as he laid weakly, hardly trying to stop the other. He needed a bit of a laugh. “Really,” Fat Gum asked, faking surprise. “You're kidding me! The adorably tough hero, Red Riot, is ticklish?!” He stopped, letting out a fake gasp as he brought his hands to his mouth. Ejiro curled up slightly from the ghost tickles, confused on why the other had stopped.

“Oh no, this could be catastrophic news!” Eijiro giggled, rolling his eyes. Fat Gum reminded him a lot of his father sometimes. Goofy, overly caring, just overall a good guy to be around. “What,” the younger man dared to ask. “What,” Fat Gum repeated in disbelief. “Do you know how many villains could use such a weakness against you? Young hero, you must be ready to face these types of things.” Kiri felt like he knew where this was going. Oh no. He was already giggling, curling up as much as he could. “W-Wait,” he whimpered.

“Oh no, no, no, no,” Fat Gum tsked. “You said it yourself, you’ve been bed bound for weeks! You have to start training again as soon as possible, right? After finding such a weakness, I think right now might be the best time.” Ejiro shook his head a bit, giggling hysterically and squealing like a tot everytime Fat Gum launched a hand at him. “No, no tickling,” he giggled out. Oh, but it was too late. His fatherly figure had him scooped into his arms, holding him comfortingly and rather effectively to keep him trapped. Ejiro didn’t truly struggle, wiggling a bit but was clearly just doing it for show.

“So, where should we start first,” his mentor asked, hand gently tapping it’s fingers along the jiggling tummy. Kiri was giggling up a storm. “N-Nowhere,” he replied sheepishly. “Nowhere,” Fat Gum repeated teasingly. “I don’t believe nowhere is an option, Ejiro. Red Riot has to be ready to face all kinds of trials.” Not wanting to overdo it as the kid was still kind of mummified and really should be resting, Fata Gum gently lifted the red head’s arm and started to just barely drag his finger up and down the exposed hollow. Kirishima was hysterically giggling, curling into the other as much as he could and whining the whole time. “S-Sthahaop,” he whimpered, only to snort where Fat Gum moved down to gently trace over each of the ribs.

“You’re enemies won’t stop that easily Red Riot,” Fat Gum lectured. “Hehehe! But it tickles, chahahaome on!” This was a little embarrassing, but honestly, it was also kind of fun. Kirishima snuggled more and more into his hero, giggling like crazy. Even when the hand wasn’t touching him, the redhead hid his face in the older and just giggled his head off. It was amusing and quite frankly, adorable. These kids were so sweet, it scared the pro hero to think of what awaited them in years to come.

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"....So I Married A Murderer" *Chapter 4*

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Look I know I'm not helping myself with the Olivia stans, but in my defense this is a totally legitimate situation. And valid feelings towards Olivia given said situation. I'm not saying she's actually the bad guy here, but from an outsider's prospective without having actually seen what Lewis did to her, it's really just Olivia's hearsay. Am I wrong?!

That being said you know she's always gotta have that thing for Rafa, wedging her way in there. I'm sorry, it has to happen.

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“Uh, who is it?” Rafael called through the door, still panting from the work out his was mouth was getting.

“It’s me,” Olivia’s voice came back through.

“Shit…” Rafael pushed you off him and straightened himself up. You had never seen him ‘jump’ so fast when someone beckoned. Then again you hadn’t really seen him at work; but you thought he’d be more dominant than he was acting.

“Come in,” He instructed as he smoothed out his suit. Olivia opened the door and walked in, her face went from a smile to a scowl when she saw you standing there.

“Is this…?” She eyed you.

“Olivia this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” He gestured to you.

You had to smile, even though you were severely uncomfortable with the awkward exchange and introductions. You really hadn’t heard Rafael ever introduce you to anyone, let alone as his girlfriend. And also, you were relieved he still thought of you as such. Although you weren’t really sure how long that was going to last.

“Oh she’s your girlfriend now?” Olivia crossed her arms, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. What was her problem?

“What are you talking about Liv?” Rafael took your hand defensively. “She’s always been my girlfriend, you know that,”

“Uh huh and now that she’s in cahoots with Lewis?”

“Cahoots,” You snickered, causing the both of them to give you a look. “What? It’s a funny word…” You now looked at the floor in embarrassment. Excuse you for trying to lighten the mood.

“She’s not in ‘cahoots’ with Lewis…” He assured Olivia, then turned to you. “Are you, carino?”

“Uh…” How were you supposed to answer that? Obviously you weren’t helping him plan his next murder, but you also came down here with the specific intent to defend him to Rafael. Your pause gave both Rafael and Olivia concern.

“Y/N…” Rafael said more seriously, dropping your hand.

“Well…” You tugged at your blazer. “I’m not helping plan any murders, if that’s what you’re saying,”

“Oh my god…” Rafael muttered, looking away from you.

“Raff, look--”

“No no no,” Olivia now stepped in between the two of you. “No ‘Raff’, lady,” She glared at you.

“Excuse the hell out of you, woman,” You glared right back.

“If you’re planning on helping that monster with anything--” Olivia got in your face.

“Why is he a monster?” You stepped right into her, not afraid of her tough guy act.

“Excuse me?” Oliva narrowed her eyes harder.

“I want to hear in specific details, just exactly why you think he’s a monster,” You challenged her.

“Wha--?” She looked at Rafael in disbelief. “Because he kidnapped me? Tortured me? Almost killed me?!”

“From what I saw you almost killed him, Ms. Benson,” You said snidely.

“Excuse me?” Olivia was stunned at your defiance.

“I saw the scars on his face, and his damaged ear. He’s partially deaf now, because of you,” You explained.

“Wow…” Olivia exhaled sarcastically. “WOW….”

“Y/N,” Rafael’s voice softened. “No offense but, you don’t know what you’re talking about--”

“Are they fake?” You asked.

“What?” He replied quizzically.

“The scars,” you clarified. “Are they fake?”

“Well no, but--”

“So she did beat him within an inch of his life?” You gestured towards Olivia.

“I HAD TO!!!” Olivia screamed.

“BULLSHIT!!!!!!” You screamed back at her.

“Y/N!” Rafael yelled, trying to get your attention over the screaming.

“You’re telling me, that once you got him unconscious,” You narrowed your eyes. “Which, let’s be real would only take a few blows to the head, if not just one,”

Olivia exhaled again, crossing her arms and looking away from you as you approached her slowly.

“That you couldn’t have just-- I don’t know, run away? Gotten help?” You got even closer, lowering your voice to a growl. “That you just had to beat my husband to all hell?”

“Y/N…” Rafael’s voice sounded hurt now, hearing you call Lewis your husband.

“Yes,” Olivia stuck to her guns.

“You’re a fucking liar,” You resisted the urge to spit in her face as you backed away from her.

“You really know how to pick ‘em, don’t you Barba?” Olivia scoffed.

You suddenly remembered Rafael being in the room, hearing you defend Bobby like that. You turned to see him with tears in his eyes, betrayal on his face.

“Y/N you need to leave,” Rafael said in a soft but terse tone.

“No,” You crossed your arms now. You did feel bad that you were turning on him, but if he was going to defend this bitch just because she was his friend, you were angry at him too.

“Rafael,” You lowered your voice but kept your anger. “Look you weren’t there. You’re just taking her word for it--”

“And you’re just taking Lewis’s word for it!” Rafael didn't falter

“Because he was my HUSBAND!” You exclaimed angrily. If he wasn't backing down, neither were you.

“She’s my BEST FRIEND!!!” He argued,

“Oh is she? Now she’s your best friend? Because that’s not what you said the other night. Or were you lying to me?” You now were starting to doubt anything he said to you.

“W-What?” Olivia said softly, making Rafael turn to her sadly. Now she had the betrayed look on her face.

“A I told you not to tell her, and B--” He paused as he walked over to Liv with a pathetic look before turning back to you. “I thought you were.”

“You thought I was?” You bit your lip, afraid of what was coming.

“Y/N if you’re going to...to choose that monster over me, how the fuck am I supposed to consider you a friend?”

“I’m not ‘choosing’ him Rafael,” Angry tears stung your eyes. “You KNOW she’s lying! It doesn’t make any sense!”

“Look you weren’t there either Y/N,” Rafael said sternly. “You don’t know the kind of trauma he put her through--”

“So that makes it okay?” You challenged him, still glaring at Olivia. “Last time I checked, the NYPD wasn’t built on ‘Marshall Law’,”

“It wasn’t--” Rafael started.

“I didn’t kill him!” Olivia defended herself.

“Oh gee detective, how kind of you,” You mocked her. “You let him live with severe deficits because-- what? He wouldn’t sleep with you? Because you had a bad trip?”

“THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!!!” Olivia charged you, and before Rafael could do anything she was on top of you, slapping the shit out of you.

“OLIVIA!!!!” Rafael screamed before immediately pulling Olivia off of you. You stood up in shock and anger, your face hot and swelling from her hands across it.

“...And you’re going to believe THAT, over Billy?” You gestured to Olivia.

“Alright that was a little much--” He conceded to Olivia's little stunt.

A LITTLE MUCH?!” You now screamed while stomping your foot. “I didn’t even do anything to her, and she ATTACKED me!”

“You were cornering her--” He kept making excuses for her.

“You’re still defending her,” You laughed dryly, tears apparent in your voice. “She just attacked me, and you’re still defending her,”

“Y/N,” His voice was now soft and sorry. “Baby, I--” He went to take your hand.

“No,” You snapped it away and backed away from the two of them. “Don’t you fucking dare start ‘baby’ now, Rafael,”

“You had the audacity to act betrayed when I defended Billy, who has never done ANYTHING to you. When you-- you ACTUALLY see your little ginger there attack me, and defend her?” Angry, hot tears now spilled down your face.

“Baby please--” He begged you just as he had at your house the night before.

“No,” You shook your head. “No, I’m not falling for this-- ‘baby please, I love you, you’re in danger, I’m the good guy,’ bullshit anymore,”

“It’s not bullshit!” Rafael replied frantically. He knew he was losing you.

“Really? Because from where I’m standing, the only ‘monster’ here is her,” You gestured towards Olivia who was still quietly raging from earlier.

“You know Billy wants to get back together,” You said simply to Rafael.

“What….NO,” Rafael was really beginning to panic now. “No you can’t go back to that--”

“If you say ‘monster’ one more time I swear to God Rafael--”

“What, are you gonna hit him?” Olivia mocked him.

“No, that’s what YOU do, captain!” You spat.

“Amor, please don’t do this,” He used spanish pet names, knowing they were your weakness. “Please don’t just go back to him because you’re mad at me. You don’t know what he’ll--”

“He won’t do anything to me, Rafael,” You rolled your eyes.

“B-But you don’t even love him anymore--” He stammered.

“MAYBE I DO!” You screamed angrily.

“W-What?” Rafael gasped.

“Billy left me, Rafael,” You started to cry.

“I didn’t leave him. Yeah he hurt me, he broke my heart. But--” You looked up at the sky, really hating to admit this to him. “But I never stopped loving him,”

“....Well he doesn’t love you,” Rafael’s face now turned to a deep dark scowl. “He told me that himself,”

“Oh, did he?” You rolled your eyes, licking back your tears.

“He did,” Rafael’s voice was now eerily calm and quiet.

“He said that he stopped being in love with you a long time ago, that he wanted to kill you. The only reason he didn’t is because he didn’t want to upset your daughters!”

“That’s not--” You shook your head.

Maybe it was true, but maybe he just wanted to kill someone, not you. Sure it wasn’t the greatest argument, but right now it was all you had. You weren’t about to concede to Rafael right now, not after all the bullshit that just went down.

“He said the only reason he doesn’t want me with you is because he doesn’t like people touching his ‘things’!” He went on. “He called you a THING, Y/N. Not his wife, not a person, a THING,”

“Shut up,” You growled.

“He’s just manipulating you, Y/N,” He kept a stern tone. “He’s playing you so that he--”

“So that he can what, Rafael?” You cut him off. “Go back to killing people? You don’t think he’s been doing that already? Or what, do you think he’s going to come back after your lady love?”

“She’s not my--”

“He’s not stupid, Rafael,” You spat.

“He obviously knows I know who, or--what, he is now. He knows that if he starts going on ‘business trips’, that I’ll know. He’s holding himself accountable now. Now you tell me, why would he do that if he didn’t love me? If he didn’t love our family?”

“..I….” Rafael tried to rack his brain for some sort of logical reason, any logical reason.

“Because he still wants to get to me,” Olivia added like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh shut up, you twat,” You flipped her the bird.

“I said he’s not stupid. He’s not going to come after you, risk going back to prison. Or y’know, risk getting murdered by you,”

“I am not a murderer!” She stomped her foot.

“No, you’re just a sadistic, manipulative, evil wench,” You barked.

“You think Billy just wants me for himself, Rafael?” You half laughed while now addressing him. “What the fuck do you think she wants with you?”

"That's not--" Rafael tried to defend Liv again, but you weren't done.

“You say that I’m the one in danger, I’m the one who’s the with the psychopath, but look in the mirror,” You stared daggers into her.

“Maybe we’re just both attracted to monsters,” You bit the side of your cheek. “Maybe that’s our fatal flaw. Maybe we were never supposed to be together,”

“No,” Rafael shook his head and grabbed your hands before you could pull away. “No that is not true, don’t you ever say that,”

“Why not?!” You cried.

“Because I love you, Y/N,” He started to cry himself. “I know--- I know it looks bad, and I’m-- I’m sorry that we’re on opposite ends of this, but--” He paused, trying to compose himself.

“I may be upset with you, but that doesn’t mean that I stopped loving you. I will never stop loving you, you have to believe me,”

“Yeah well,” You broke free from his grasp, shaking your head with a sarcastic laugh, sobs dripping in your words.

“Maybe that’s the problem, Rafael. I don’t believe you,” You walked backwards towards the door.

“We’re done,” You turned on your heels and bolted out the door before you could break down sobbing in front of them. You wouldn’t give Olivia the satisfaction.

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“...You realize we’re going to have to go after her now, right Rafa?”

“Just--” Rafael put his hands over his face. “Just give me a fucking minute, Olivia,”

“But she--” Olivia’s words were cut off by Rafael’s phone going off.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

“No…” Rafael’s eyes widened. “No there is no way he could--”

“Answer it!” Olivia cried. Rafael put it on speaker.

“....Hello?”

“Damn Barba, you make this way too easy, it’s almost not fun anymore,”

“Lewis,”

“See, here I thought my wife’s little crush on you would deter her from believing me, but you just sent her running back into my arms,”

“You--”

“Actually I guess I should be thanking the good detective there, eh Olivia?”

“You son of a--”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me here, fire crotch,” He chuckled. “You should be thanking me,”

“And why’s that?” She asked warily.

“I just gave you what you’ve always wanted,” They could hear the evil smirk in his voice.

“...Excuse me?”

“Your little papi there?”

“How can you see--?” Both Olivia's and Rafael's eyes darted around his office, focusing on the huge window behind his desk.

“I have my ways, Livvie,” He chuckled darkly. “You know that,”

“Can we back up here?” Rafael chimed in. “What the fuck are you talking about, Lewis?”

“Rafael, he’s just--” Olivia tried to dismiss it.

“Ohhhh, he doesn’t know, does he Olivia?” Lewis asked in an amused tone.

“....Know what?” Rafael raised an eyebrow at Olivia.

“Well,” He chuckled even more sinisterly. “Let’s just say counselor, when I ‘allegedly’ tortured your little lady there,”

“Don’t,” Olivia warned.

“....It wasn’t some relative she was crying out for,” His words dripped with evil amusement as he revealed Olivia's dark secrets.

“...What?” Rafael now looked at Olivia with shock and awe. How had he never seen this?

“Rafael, he’s just saying things to get to you,” Olivia tried brushing him off, but the guilty look on her face was giving her away.

“Oh really? Am I? Tell me you’re not elated that I’ve just cleared the way for you right now, detective. Say that with a straight face while you look into papi’s eyes,”

“You’re sick,” Olivia sneered.

“That wasn’t a denial, Oliva,” Lewis pointed out.

“Oliva, come on--” Rafael said in frustration. How could this be spinning into such a soap opera shit show?

“So maybe you should listen to my wife, counselor,” His evil voice taunted them.

“Maybe you both need to be with your monsters, let nature take its course,” He licked his lips on the other end, eating up the pain he was causing.

“Because if you don’t, I promise you won’t like the results,”

“Lewis I swear to God--” Rafael growled.

“ Now if you’ll excuse me, I do believe the missus is on her way home to me right now. And I wanna give her a hell of a welcome home,” He chuckled one more time before the line went dead.

“Son of a--” Rafael threw his phone across the room angrily.

“Rafa,” Olivia said softly, nervous about the conversation they just had.

“Liv,” He put a hand up. “You need to leave,”

“What did I do?!” She put her hands on her hips.

“Nothing, I--” He sighed. “I just can’t look at you right now,”

“...Fine,” Olivia nodded, not wanting to push the issue right now.

She quietly walked out of the office, leaving Rafael alone. As soon as she was gone, he ran over to his desk and sat in his chair, breaking down into sobs.

What the hell was he going to do now?

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cherryblossomflowersstory · 3 years

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Just a Friend from School

Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: YN asks her father if she can bring a friend home to study with, but when he finds out it's one of the Avengers and he happens to like his daughter, things get a little heated.

Warnings: Fluff, Yelling/Fighting, Protective Parenting, Sight cursing

A/N: Here's my first one shot for this blog! (Yes, I wrote this at 3am, don’t judge me) I've been watching all the Marvel movies in order lately and I felt like I needed to write a protective Dad Tony fic. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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While tightening up a few things on his suit, Tony heard his phone chime on the table. He stood with a sigh and wiped the sweat from his face with his shirt. When he picked up his phone, he noticed it was a text from his daughter.

He smiled as he read it to himself:

YN Stark 3:02pm "Hey, Dad. Is it okay if I bring a friend home to work on science homework? It shouldn't take more than a couple hours."

Tony rolled his eyes before replying: "That's fine. I'll see you in a bit."

He set his phone back on the table with a scoff, "Only 2 days into her new school and she's already making friends. Not bad, kiddo."

The next 20 minutes flew by as Tony continued to work on his suit. It wasn't long before F.R.I.D.A.Y. was informing him that YN was walking into the tower.

As he stood to walk out of the room, he decided to try and make a good first impression on his daughter's first friend from her new school. He wiped his hands off with a nearby cloth and wiped the sweat off of his face with his shirt once more.

He walked down the long hallway towards his living room, ready to greet his daughter and her friend, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a male voice.

"Wait, wait, wait. Mr. Stark is your father?" the voice shouted.

"Yeah?" YN replied, "I'm YN Stark. You've known this for 2 days, Peter."

Peter? As in Peter Parker?! Spiderman Peter Parker?!

Tony jogged into the living room and came to an abrupt halt when he saw YN and Peter standing next to the couch.

YN smiled at her father, "Hey, Dad," she walked over to him, "I guess you and Peter know each other. Well, he said he knows you, so I didn't know if you...wait a second, how do you know-"

"Your friend from school is him?" Tony interrupted her.

YN nodded slowly at him, "Yeah? Why? Is that a problem?"

Tony looked up at Peter, "Can I speak with you for a minute?" he turned to YN for a brief moment, "Alone?"

YN rolled her eyes, "I guess I'll go get my notebook from my room. And I'll change into sweats or something more comfortable."

As YN walked out of the room, Tony stepped in Peter's line of sight and stared him down. Normally Peter wasn't even close to being afraid of Tony, but in this moment, Peter was ready to run out the door.

"Listen, kid. I'm going to be straight with you," Tony's voice was low as he stared at Peter and pointed down the hallway, "That little girl down there? That's my only daughter, my only child. And I will do anything and everything to make sure she is safe and careful."

"M-Mr. Stark, sir, believe me I want nothing more than to make sure she's safe and careful," Peter's voice stuttered, "Especially now that I know she's your daughter."

Tony took a step towards Peter and got in his face, "I'm going to ask you this one time and one time only, and you better give me a legitimate answer."

"Y-yes, sir," Peter stuttered.

Just then, YN emerged from her room. She walked down the hallway but stopped just before she got to the living room when she heard her father and Peter speaking.

Tony narrowed his eyes, "Do you like my daughter, kid?"

Peter swallowed hard, "D-do I like her, s-sir?"

"Don't bullshit me, Parker," Tony seethed through his teeth, "Yes or no, do you like my daughter?"

Peter cleared his throat, "I-I guess I don't understand what exactly-"

"Do you see her as more than a friend?" Tony interrupted him.

Peter opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. His throat felt dry as a desert, he was sweating bullets, and he felt like his legs were going to give out. He swallowed hard and looked down at his feet.

"You do, don't you," Tony whispered, "Say it."

"I-I think she's pretty cute, but I don't know if I like like her," Peter breathed out.

"You think I'm cute?" YN said as she stepped towards them.

Tony whipped around, "How long were you standing there?"

"Long enough to hear you threatening my friend, Dad," YN crossed her arms.

Tony scoffed, "I wasn't...threatening him. I was just, you know, warning him about hanging out with my daughter."

"Warning him? About what exactly?" she looked to Peter.

"H-he just said that he wants you to be safe and careful," Peter stuttered, "And I told him I want the same thing."

YN rolled her eyes, "Dad, you've known for years that I get along with guys way more than girls. Just because I bring a guy friend home from school to do homework doesn't mean anything," she walked up to her father, "You've got to stop being so protective. I'm not that little girl anymore. And I'm not, nor have I ever been, fragile."

Tony sighed, "I know, honey. You're very strong. Luckily you get that from me," he winked, "I'm sorry that I got so protective. You're my only child, my baby girl. And I just want you to be-"

"Safe and careful, I know, Dad," she hugged him, "I can take care of myself from time to time."

Tony broke from the hug and turned to Peter, "Sorry, kid. I'll try and watch my temper," he wrapped an arm around Peter's shoulder, "Be good to her, okay?"

Peter nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Now if there are no further interruptions," YN grabbed Peter's arm and pulled him towards her, "I'd like to work on this biology homework while it's still fresh in my brain. We can go into my room if you-"

"No way," Tony shook his head, "You two can work out here where F.R.I.D.A.Y. can keep an eye on you."

"Dad..." YN warned.

Tony sighed, "Fine. But the door stays open."

"Deal," YN nodded then turned to Peter, "Let's go."

Peter and YN grabbed their stuff and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Tony watched them walk away as he leaned into the couch with a sigh.

"When did she get so grown up? And where the hell did she get that attitude?" Tony said to himself before the realization struck him, "Right, right. I guess I'm at fault for that."

He pushed himself from the couch and walked out of the living room. As he walked down the hallway, he paused at YN's room and listened in on their conversation.

"Did you really mean what you said, Peter?" she asked.

"Uh, kind of? I mean you are cute, but I also don't want to overstep my boundaries. I've known you for 2 days," he replied.

YN laughed, "That's true," she paused, "Well, if it's any consolation, I think you're pretty cute as well."

Tony made a disgusted face as he stepped away from the door and walked away from the room. He made his way back to the lab and to his suit, and he continued to work on it for the next couple hours.

Every once in a while, his mind drifted to Peter and YN. He wondered what they were doing and if she was all right.

But then a thought occurred to him: She's YN Stark. She can take that little guy easily.

After that, Tony never had to worry about Peter hurting his daughter in any way, especially since she had access to every Iron Man suit in the tower.

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