#i used to know him better than i knew myself and its. not fun to realize i dont anymore but obv im not gonna bring that up to him

[xveenusx]

Wanted

Paring(s): JJ maybank x fem!reader

Summary: in a world where someone had everything, she still got treated like she was nothing. all she wanted was to be wanted.

Authors note: I wanted this piece piece to be as real as possible. It's not simple, its messy. We've all gone back to that one person we know we shouldn't just because being alone seemed worse. Also she gets absolutely railed so that helps. So please be kind to her lmfao.

Rating: smut, 18+, mdni, ANGST

Song rec: making the bed by olivia rodrigo

Part 1: Guilty

Bored. 

I was so incredibly bored. I leaned against the built in bar as I watched Topper and Kelce take body shots off some tourists they invited. The loud bass of the music did little to tune out the annoying voice of Amy Culpo, who stood next to me, and rattled on about my mother’s latest line. 

“I mean, it’s absolutely stunning.” I know it is. I was there when she designed it. “Any chance you have tickets to her next show?”

Ah, there it was. The brutal truth he reminded me of all those months ago. Every interaction was a strategic move to climbing the next prong on the social ladder. Everyone always wanted something. 

I used to fight that notion. I thought I was better than them because I actually cared about other people. My wealth did not define me nor how I treated other people, but despite every effort I made both before and after him, I realized none of it mattered. 

I couldn’t escape my wealth. It was permanently engraved into my body and no matter how hard I tried to scrub, it wouldn’t go away. I’ve now fully embraced that ugly truth and decided that I might as well use it to my advantage. I almost always had something that others wanted and I just had to figure out what they were willing to give. I didn’t need any more money, but there were things that were far more valuable. Favors, tickets to the hottest openings, plane rides. Since everyone already saw me as a spoiled little rich girl, I might as well play the part. 

‘Depends. Are those last season MIU MIU?” I asked, tossing a look at the shoes on her feet. 

“There from the season before-“ I pulled a face at her words. Before last season? I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing anything last season let alone the season before. 

“Oh honey, if those are two seasons old, then I highly doubt you have anything I want.” The shocked look on her face dulled the aching pain that seemed to permanently reside in my chest. 

“I can charter a plane-“

I raised my hand to silence her. “You don’t have your own?” 

What was she even doing here? 

This was a new little project of mine. I tossed away all those societal niceties that did little for me in the end. I still couldn’t get anyone to stay. This was much more fun. You’d be surprised by how much stuff you could get away with if you cut out all the bullshit.

Amy’s cheeks flushed red and maybe once I’d have felt bad or be disgusted by how I was treating her but I was numb. I realized nothing really mattered. Whether I was nice or rude, people all wanted the same things from me. At least this way, I could armor myself. 

“There’s my pretty girl.” Warm hands curled around my waist, tugging me against a hard body. 

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't his anything, Rafe knew that but he’s always had a flare for the dramatics. Tom Ford’s Noir de Noir filled my nose as I swatted at his hands, hands that I’ve grown quite familiar with. 

“You left me.” I shot him a bratty look, one he met head on with a smile. Amy still stood there awkwardly, clearing her throat in an obvious attempt to gain my attention. 

I turned around in Rafe’s arms, debating my next move. Almost immediately his chin came to rest on the top of my head while his arms curled around my front.

My eyes shot one last distasteful look at her outfit, before tossing out my arm in the opposite direction. “Shoo.”

She huffed before stomping away but not before shooting me one final glare. A look that would have made me cry before, but now it simply dinged off the impenetrable armor I’ve suited myself with. 

“I was hoping it’d build character, but clearly that didn’t work.” I could hear the smile in his words as he pressed a kiss on the top of my head. 

“The entire conversation was dull. She didn’t even have a jet, plus her shoes were two seasons ago.” I shuddered in disgust. Could never be me.

Rafe clutched his chest in mock disgust,”Not two seasons.” 

I let out a huff, my chest going warm at the teasing glint in his eye.

There was no spark. There were no butterflies. Just familiarity and warmth. It was safe. We both knew what this was and expected nothing more. For now, we were just having fun. Despite the fact that I spent most nights at his place and rarely found myself without him.

I’ve found somewhat of a friend in Rafe. Someone to share the burden of being from a family like ours. He understood me. He enjoyed shiny things just as I did. 

We spent a lot of our time going to the mainland because the idea of running into him still sent me to my knees. This was a small island. One that he was spending all his time running around with her instead of me. Rafe never said a word about it, never mentioned his sister or her pogue friends. And for that, maybe I do love him a little.

“You make fun of me now, but you’d still be wearing polo shirts and plaid shorts if it weren’t for me.” My hands smooth down the front of his linen light blue shirt, the first several buttons open paired with some black Gucci slacks and a black belt from Dolce & Gabbana. He no longer looked like a frat douche but a member of upper class society. 

The same can’t be said about his friends.

“C’mon. Top and Kelce want us over there.” Rafe grasped my hand and tugged me in the direction of drunken yells. I pursed my lips but trudged behind him. The idea of being thrown up on was less than appealing, but being by myself was even less appealing.

“Hey guys.” Rafe nodded at them, taking a seat on the adjacent couch, a table with all sorts of drugs littered on it in between them. 

The pair of them were obliterated, both their pupils blown wide and their speech slurred. That didn’t stop them from tossing me a sloppy grin and shouting a greeting. 

The spot next to Rafe was vacant but on the other end was a couple gnawing each other's faces off that had me scrunching my nose up in disgust. He surely didn’t expect me to sit next to that?

He didn’t even bat an eye, instead Rafe patted his lap, tugging at my hand to sit down. “Wanna drink, baby?” 

I nodded, deciding to once again indulge. It was better than feeling that stabbing pain that burned in my chest. It was a horrible solution but one that Rafe always supported, in fact he often took part in self-destructing with me. We were done with trying to be perfect for parents who couldn’t give less of a fuck. 

A red solo cup with a familiar yellow concoction was waved in front of me. The pungent scent of tequila burned my nose and I shot him a secret smile. Rafe’s blue eyes narrowed in on me, glued on my smile before he shook his head in amusement. 

“That’s the kinda night we’re going for?” He asked, his hand slowly gripping my thigh. 

“Unless you don’t want to?” I sighed dramatically, pushing his dark blonde strands back from his face, something I knew he loved. 

“If I ever say no to that question, feel free to shoot me.” 

A giggle escaped my lips as I tapped my cup against his before bringing it to my lips, tilting my head back and zeroing it out. 

The tequila left a burning trail down my stomach that I welcomed. It meant I was one step closer to not feeling anything at all. 

“Another?” Rafe’s eyes pointed at my now empty cup and I nodded. 

Being responsible was so overrated. 

Lifting his hand up, almost immediately two younger boys, about 16, appear. Rafe pointed at me, muttering something before the pair nodded and took off.

I raised my eyebrow at him, confused. 

He just shrugged, leaning forward to touch the golden pendant that hung from my neck. “I promised them tickets to the Charleston basketball game if they did whatever I said.”

“Why?” 

“I was bored,” He hummed in response,”This is new, it’s pretty..” 

I smiled back at him, the very picture of nonchalance, before replying,”Thank you. You bought it for me.” 

His ocean eyes rested on me, the infatuation clear as day that had my stomach clenching. “Course I did. I have great taste.” 

Rafe gave me his card about two months ago, not that I needed it, but he enjoyed taking care of me and I didnt mind. Plus, whenever he made me mad, I made sure to run the bill up, hoping for some type of reaction but it only left him amused. 

Nerves gnawed at my stomach at the intense eye contact. Maybe the lines have blurred slightly. Clearing my throat to try and break the tension, I tossed my hair over my shoulder. “Want to see what else you bought me?”

“Enlighten me.” 

I flashed him my freshly manicured nails, “What do you think?” 

Rafe caught my hand, a half smile painted on his face, and kissed it. “Is that passion pink?” 

“It’s actually bubblegum blush.” 

“Beautiful, baby. I love it.” His words burned into my chest. 

It was hard to describe. His approval had butterflies thrumming in my stomach. Maybe it was because we were stuck in similar situations, but his approval suddenly meant something to me. Being with him meant I wasn’t alone. 

“You know we’re right here, right?” Topper's voice cut through the tension and I let out a laugh, relieved to look away. 

“Fuck off.” Rafe laughed, regaining his composure as well. 

Topper leaned forward holding out a black AMEX for me to take. My eyes paused on the card before shooting him a flat look. 

“Are you kidding?” 

Topper gave me a blank look, not a thought behind those eyes. 

I rolled my eyes and stuck my nose up in mock outrage. “Rafe does it for me.” 

The annoyed look on Topper’s face sent a thrill through my body. He was the easiest to rile up and Rafe knew it as he hid his chuckle with a quick cough. 

The hand on my bare thigh slowly drew circles, the action almost unconscious, which had my brain blanking. It was a relief to not think. To not remember. To not feel. 

“Are your hands broken?” 

“No. I’m too pretty.” I shrugged, batting my lashes at him.

Topper openly scowled at me, his eyes dropping to where Rafe’s hands held me tightly. “What happened to the nice little girl who cried about everything?”

“Lay off.” Rafe snipped, leaning forward and snatching the AMEX out of his hand. His movements were quick and precise, with ease that only came with experience. 

He separated the coke into three lines, one for me and two for him, just like always. 

Bending over, I snorted the line quickly. Turning to hand Rafe the hundred dollar bill, his fingers dust off any remaining powder off my nose, before he bent over and did the same.

I leaned back into Rafe, the mixture of the tequila and the sting of the coke had me feeling sublime. It was a perfect balance. The alcohol got me warm and buzzed while the coke kept me awake and alert, an upper and a downer, a perfect description for every emotion in my body. 

“I grew up.” 

Topper hummed. “You certainly did.”

For the next hour, my mind never drifted to him. I enjoyed having thoughts that were my own, that didn’t revolve around him. Instead, my thoughts focused on the man below me. Rafe was always touching me. Even more so than usual, his hand never left my body once. If I let go of his hand to reach for my drink, he’s just moved it to my thigh. It was almost possessive which was odd, we didn’t do possessive. 

Every couple moments, he’d pause in the middle of a conversation to press small kisses anywhere his lips could reach. It seemed performative, but I just couldn’t prove it.

“You’re thinking too hard.” His hot breath hot against the shell of my ear. 

I said nothing for a moment before licking my lips and muttering,”Are you okay? You seem more clingy than usual?” 

He just nodded, pulling me to his hard chest, his eyes darting to the side. “I just like having you with me.”

The sentiment was sweet and my heart tugged at his words. But, I couldn’t let go of the feeling that I was missing something. “I like having you with me too.” I allowed myself to give him a sliver of vulnerability, something I’ve avoided like plague, because it was true. He made living just a bit easier.

My head began to spin as I felt the lines of our odd friendship begin to blur. I knew neither of us would admit the sudden shift but it was there. I could tell with each lingering gaze and those secret touches. Maybe there was something here. I just had to give in.

“I’m glad you came to your senses,” He responded, but once again his eyes are not on mine but darting around me. 

“What does that have to do with anything?” My voice comes out hushed, hoping it would get him to lower his voice. 

My smile from his previous confession dimmed. Nerves slowly began to surface as I tried to read between the lines.

“You do belong with me, at least that's what you scream every night, isn’t that right baby?” He was boasting, loud enough to have his boys give him lame-ass high fives. 

The small burst of happiness curdled like old milk in my stomach. I wasn’t a prude, not by a long shot, but I was a private person. Rafe knew this and he was still flaunting our private moments in a way that made me feel dirty. 

“Stop talking about me like that.” I said, “What’s gotten into you?” 

I felt Rafe go rigid under me. Frowning, I tilted my head back to make sure he was alright but his eyes were glued ahead. 

“Rafe, I’m here for my stuff. Where did you say you put it again?” 

My head turned and my stomach did a backflip. Sarah stood at the entrance of the room, looking immensely uncomfortable. 

John B stood behind her, his big brown puppy-like eyes widened at the sight of me on Rafe’s lap. Or maybe it was because of  the coke laid out in front of me? 

But wherever he was, JJ wasn’t far behind. John B whispered something in Sarah’s ear, her eyes jumped to me for a split second before returning to his. She nodded and John B made a beeline for the other room. 

I let out a choked laugh. I’m sure he was going to report back to his little lap dog. What were they even doing here in the first place? It’s not like Rafe knew-

My brain clicked into place. The constant need to touch me and the over the top PDA was because he was here. Rafe knew he was here and wanted to rub it in his face. 

Rafe’s words were never for me. They were for him.

None of this was real. Not the endearing names, not the proclamations of affection. An ice bucket of realization poured over me and I felt like a fool. A fool for thinking that somebody else could want me, could maybe even love me.

Fuck this. Fuck both of them. 

“You knew.” I accused, shoving his hands off of my body. 

Rafe said nothing, but the flicker in his eyes gave him away. I wasn’t safe with him either. Embarrassment oozed into me, the feeling painstakingly familiar. We agreed to never make each other feel this way since our parents did it enough, but he did it to me. 

Don’t think. Don’t feel. 

Snatching the cup out of his hand, I forced it down, gulp by gulp, wincing at the burn. Straight tequila. “Babe-“

“Shut up.” I hissed, moving off his lap and shoving Topper to move over. Everyone always wanted something from me. 

They never just wanted me.

Maybe I was defective. I had to be. 

JJ didn’t love me when I was me. When I cared about other people and sacrificed pieces of my happiness for them.

Rafe didn’t love me now. When I was a spoiled brat who treated everyone like a transaction. 

It didn’t matter if I was nice or a total raging bitch. Either way, I couldn't get anyone to love me.

I was just the stepping stone they used before they found the person they really wanted to be with. I was just there to make them feel good about themselves. For them to take and take just to toss me aside when they were done. Leaving me a shell of a person with no one, not even myself.

I guess, I was impossible to love.

“Line it up, Topper.”

“Can I at least get a please?”

“Be lucky that I’m even talking to you.”

Topper scoffed but did what I asked, lining up two lines of chalky white powder. “There you go, princess:” 

A rolled hundred dollar bill was held out in front of me. Plucking it out of his fingers. I bent over the table. Don’t think. Don’t feel. 

Dragging the cylinder bill down the crystal snow powder I’ve grown to love, I inhaled deeply. The chemicals flowing through the nose. I could practically feel the coke dissolving into my bloodstream, my body vibrating in response. 

Dropping the bill on the table, I tilt my head back, begging my brain to shut off. I closed my eyes and chose to focus on the beat of the music that had my heart thrumming in my chest.

Then it happened.

All the air in the room was sucked up. The hair behind my neck stood up and my body suddenly awakened in a way it hadn’t in months. 

My body recognized him before my brain did. The moment I opened my eyes, his eyes clashed with mine.

JJ.

It was like seeing him for the first time, a memory I thought I would never get the chance to feel again. 

Heavy set blonde brows framed his bright blue eyes beautifully, the strong cut jaw that was currently clenched, and his lips soft and pouty, tightly pressed in a flat line. This face, his beautiful face, wouldn’t be complete without some mark. A bruise, a soft purple and yellow hue, decorated his cheek bone. His bottom lip busted. 

He was so beautiful. 

My body reacted before my brain could follow. I stood up quickly, too quickly that the blood rushed to my head and the room seemed to spin. 

God, he was beautiful. And I fucking hated him for it. He was supposed to be like me, a complete and total mess, but instead, he looked the same, even better actually. 

That thought alone had me ready to jump off the balcony.

My movements were clumsy and I drunkenly stumbled while standing still, his eyes clocking that in seconds. 

Despite the loud music, I noticed the silence coming from the couch. 

My eyes jumped to Rafe. All the laughter around us died off and everyone was exchanging nervous looks. It didn’t take a genius to read the room and the situation I’ve somehow managed to put myself in. 

Blue eyes flickered between the two of us. It cracked my chest open wide and opened the floodgates I’ve been trying so hard to keep closed. 

The crushing inescapable weight of shame hit me first. I was plastered, obviously so, and high as a kite. The evidence of what I’d been doing displayed out in front of me like a flashing sign. And I was fucking the one guy he hated. 

It was unreasonable, I know. He left me and even pushed me in the direction of the one guy he hated and yet, I was the one feeling bad. He hasn’t even opened his mouth yet and it’s been turned onto me. But love never makes sense. It made the most sane people lose every coherent thought, I was the prime example.

“You should probably go, bro.” Rafe said, his tone was anything but. 

He moved from his spot on the couch and stopped beside me. Rafe shoved a hand in one pocket while the other reached for mine, but I folded my arms across my chest. Mostly because I was mad at him, but a part of me didn’t want JJ seeing that. 

JJ didn’t spare him a second glance.

He had on a dark blue short sleeve button down shirt with black cargos and chunky black boots on his feet. A backwards red hat settled nicely on the blonde mass of wavy hair and his shark necklace hanging against the exposed part of his chest. 

It was so JJ. All of it, right down to the colorful bracelets that littered his wrists. 

A hand grasped my chin and tilted up. I held my breath. His fingers slid along my jaw and he rubbed his thumb over the skin. His eyes felt like lasers, honing in on every detail of my face. 

I swallowed audibly. JJ leaned in closer, bringing his height down to mine. His thumb brushed a soft stroke below my nose while his lips brushed against my ear. 

“You had a little something on your nose.” 

JJ let go of my face, his expression hard. Then he brushed past me, leaving a gaping wound in his wake. 

Tears burned behind my closed eyes. He didn’t need to say it because I already knew what he was thinking. Sure, JJ smoked some weed but he never touched any of the hard stuff, not wanting to pick up the same habits as his dad. Hard drugs were a hard limit for him and he found me snorting several lines of it. 

I went and became the very thing he hated, just like he wanted. It didn’t feel as satisfying as I thought it would. Instead, I felt like I lost another piece of myself. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I said to Rafe, finally gathering the courage to open my eyes. 

He shuffled beside me. “Him being here wasn’t going to change anything.”

We both knew that was a lie.

“It’s him, Rafe. It changes everything for me.” 

Rafe scoffed and shook his head. “You’re really going to try and go back to that?”

“I’m not saying that-” I spluttered out, outraged as his voice continued to carry across the room. 

“He didn’t want you.” 

People around us began to whisper, their heads huddled together with their phones out. Wet hot tears threatened to fall as the control I took months to master began to unravel. 

“Yeah, well you don’t either.” 

“What the hell are you talking about? Before he got here, everything was perfect.”

“I’m not stupid. You think I didn’t notice what you were doing? That wasn’t for us, that was for him.”

“I didn't mean for you to think I was using you-“

I gripped his chin, and pulled his face down to my height, my eyes brimming with angry tears. “You don’t use me. I use you.” I shoved his face back, needing to collect my composure. 

Everyone’s eyes were on us and I was desperate to save face. It was the only thing I had left. 

“Get the fucking picture?”

“Crystal clear.” He responded through gritted teeth, his eyes hard. 

“If you want a whore, go buy one.” 

Rafe cleared his throat, his face iced over. “I thought that’s what I was already doing.”

I stood there for a moment, not understanding what I did to deserve to be treated like this by not one man but two. I felt like an idiot. Like the stupidest fucking person on this god forsaken planet. 

Two hours ago, I thought that maybe Rafe had feelings for me and played with the idea of exploring that with him. And now, I was a gold digging whore. 

I felt another piece of my heart break off, mourning the loss of the only friendship I really had.

Pressing my hair down with my hands, I look down to fix my dress, swallowing as I went, hoping to pull myself together and buy some time. 

“I’m glad to hear how little you think of me.” I sent him a sad smile,” I guess I’m keeping up with everyone’s expectations.” 

I stepped around him, heading to the direction of the bar, the adrenaline from all the excitement having effectively killed my buzz. 

Staring at the bottles of liquor on the counter had me frowning, all being some bottom shelf brand I’ve never heard of. I moved around the bar to the cabinets behind it, looking for the good tequila. It was the least Rafe could do seeing as though he just blew up whatever the fuck we were doing. 

Spotting the only tequila I drank, I grabbed the entire handle. Twisting the top off, I tossed it aside carelessly before taking a healthy swig. Then another. And another. 

I stumbled into another room, shoving people out of my way. I ignored the angry shouts because I was way past the point of caring. I just-I just wanted to see him.

As if someone heard my thoughts, I spotted JJ leaning against a wall with a lit joint dangled between his fingers and a beer in the other. 

He had so much charisma, it demanded the attention of the room. People gravitated towards him all the time but he refused to see himself that way. 

Even now, he stood surrounded by several people, including a girl who was too close for my liking, and they were hanging onto every word. All of their bodies angled towards him, nodding along. The people around them curiously moving in to hear more of the story that had so many of them laughing. 

It was almost ironic. It was the point I was trying to prove all those months ago. Kooks vs. Pouges was bullshit. Because, right now JJ is telling a story to a bunch of Kooks who were eating it right up. Neither parties cared about their status, they just wanted to socialize and have fun. 

Why couldn’t he see that? 

The organ in my chest began to flutter, the butterflies erupting in my stomach at his nearness. Panic began to set in. I thought I’d pushed it all down. 

All it took was seeing him. Just once. For the last couple months of progress to be thrown out the window. I made sure to not feel anything anymore, because the alternative destroyed me. And yet, there he stood, looking like every dream I’ve ever had, and completely disarming my very being with one look. 

I never wanted to feel that way again. My heart was open and my soul was bared, but I was naive. I thought love was supposed to be empowering. But really, it was poison. It slowly entered your bloodstream, coating every vein before slowly taking over every organ. It leaked into your brain and made you lose all common sense. The poison tricked you into thinking that certain treatment was okay because at least they were here. At least, they still wanted to be with you because they love you, right? 

But eventually, like all things lacking an antidote, it began to cut off your oxygen. It curled around your lungs and squeezed until you gasped for breath with tears staining your face. It didn’t matter how much you screamed and shouted, nothing came out. The last organ it takes over is your heart. That silly little organ who was so trusting begins to pump faster, desperately trying to get that oxygen to your brain, because maybe then you’ll finally be able to think clearly. But in the end, it slows down. Each pump is slower than the last until finally it comes to a stop. The heart broke. 

It’s the closest thing to dying I’ve ever experienced.

It was like drowning on dry land.

His words did not leave me dented, but destroyed. 

I lost my sense of myself. I lost my identity. I put on a performance every time I left my house, wanting to see just how far I could get away with treating people the same way they treat me. 

At first it didn’t feel good, but now I didn’t feel anything at all. Or so I thought until I saw him again. And I just want to see that he was doing okay and maybe, if I can admit it, to see if he still loved me, however little that may be.

I watched from my spot on the other side of the room as the crowd began to disperse, leaving JJ with some blonde. I vaguely recognized her from a shoot for one of my mom’s brands. I believe her parents worked in the fashion industry as well. Which would have been fine, had she not said something that had him give her one of those rare smiles, the ones he used to give me in private. 

Nausea roiled in my stomach, maybe it was all the tequila or maybe it was seeing him smile at someone else when all I wanted was for him to smile at me. 

She leaned into him, a coy smile played her lips, running her fingers down the shirt I bought him, which basically made it mine. And I hated when people touched my things.

The mix of tequila and coke emboldened me. I found my feet moving in their direction before I could stop myself. 

“I wouldn't waste your time.” I could not get myself to stop talking.

“Why’s that?” The blonde’s eyes narrowed, her cheaply manicured hand resting on JJ’s bicep.

“JJ doesn’t go for kooks or so I’ve been told.” 

“Maybe he just didn’t go for you.” Oh, how cute. 

“Oh honey,” I sighed dramatically and took one step towards her, tilting my head to the side, dragging my eyes up her body, in obvious distaste. “Are you new here?”

“Well, yeah but-“ She tried to explain. 

Clearly, she needed a run through on how the social ladder worked here. I was at the top and everyone else was at the bottom. 

“Your mom works for some brand from Paris right?” I watched as her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. 

“She does. We moved here because she’s doing a collab with-“

“With my mom.” 

“So I suggest you take your hand off of him,” I smiled on cue, my tone dipped in sugar before batting my eyelashes at her innocently,” Unless you want her blacklisted?” 

I could see her debating what to do. She didn’t know if I was bluffing but she'd learn rather quickly just how far I was willing to go. 

“Hmm, cute shoes.” I hummed, “Chanel?” 

She nodded, apprehension on her face. 

“Won’t be able to buy those anymore if your mom doesn’t have a job.” 

Her hand fell and satisfaction settled into my like molten lava. “You can go now.” 

The blonde pursed her lips and stalked off, leaving me alone with JJ. “Trying a new type”

“And what type would that be?”

“Desperate.”

JJ tipped his mouth, saluting me before taking a sip of his drink. His eyes already glazed over from the joint in his hand. 

“A thank you would be nice?” I muttered, taking another pull from my tequila. I couldn’t talk to him sober or I’d lose my nerve.

“A thank you?” He appeared almost amused, adjusting his red hat. 

“Yeah, I just saved you.”

“I didn't realize I needed saving.” 

“Self-preservation was never really your strong suit was it?” 

JJ laughed, his eyes straying to the bottle cradled in my arms. “I could say the same thing, Princess.” 

Fuck him for calling me that. So what, I’ve learned to indulge just a little. It made everything in my life a little more manageable. 

“It’s called having fun, JJ.” Pouting as he snatched the bottle from arms just as I went to take another shot. “Since when did you become the responsible one?”

JJ leveled me with an unamused stare. 

I huffed, blowing a stray strand of hair out of my face. “Tough crowd.”

JJ snorted, pushing the leaves of a nearby plant back before dumping the remaining tequila. My mouth dropped open as he wasted every last drop of my liquid courage. 

How the hell was I going to talk to him now? 

I pursed my lips, “That was mean.”

“I’m doing what your boyfriend should have done an hour ago.” His gaze fixed on my face, the intense stare causing my cheeks to turn red. God, would he stop staring at me?

“He doesn’t tell me what to do.”

“Then he shouldn’t have left you alone.” His tone laced with annoyance, “You have all these fuckers staring at you and you’re wasted.”

I tilted my head back to stare up at him, the annoyance I knew came from a place of panic. That was just how JJ was wired. 

“So you’re in love with me?” Someone come arrest me, because I cannot keep my mouth closed.

JJ shook his head clearly fighting back a smile. “You’re so crazy.” 

“What else could that mean?” I asked truthfully and I knew I had a love struck smile on my face. One that I’ve only given to one man in my life and he stood in front of me.

I just wanted to be near him. I wanted to hear his laugh and see him smile.

His face softened at my words. “Are you okay? Does he take care of you?”

“Of course, I’m okay. Why do you ask?”

“Only one of us is fucking loaded.” 

I rolled my eyes and plucked the joint from his fingers. “Correct me if I’m wrong, and we both know I rarely am, are you not high too?” 

“Not from cocaine.”

“Already back to judging so soon?” I mused, taking a hit off the joint, the familiar stinging sensation wrapped around my lungs and squeezed. “Careful, I might think you care.”

Kill me now. Thank god, he took away the tequila.

“Who said I ever stopped?” My heart lurched in my throat.

I blew the smoke out slowly, my fogged up brain rushing to keep up with his words. 

Someone stumbled in front of me, slamming into my shoulder sending me flying forward into JJ’s arms. Something cold and wet splattered onto me, the bitter liquid dripping down my legs.

“Are you blind?” I shouted, shoving another drunk party goer off me. Looked like a tourist. 

She held her hands up in apology.

“I’m so sorry. Here, let me help.” To my absolute horror, this fucking tourist used a napkin and went to scrub the stain. Are these people animals? This was custom versace.

“Stop!” My cheeks flushed, from the weed or from my constant streak of bad luck. “Clearly, you’ve never owned anything worth keeping but this is Versace, you dick.”

I needed to go home before I burned this entire house down. 

“Is that how you talk to people now?”

I let out a loud groan. “Oh fuck off, JJ.”

I shoved him away from me, before grabbing the skirt of my dress and heading into the nearest bathroom, which just so happened to be Rafe’s. 

In reality, I just needed to get away from him. I needed my hands to be busy so that I couldn't grab his face and kiss him. Because I really wanted to do that. 

The sound of footsteps have my eyes widening in panic as I take in my ruined dress. All because of that blonde asshole next to me, if he hadn’t showed up, I’d still have my tequila and my sanity.

“I wanted to talk.”

I made a noise at the back of my throat. That didn’t sound like JJ at all.

“Fine, whatever. Close the door.” I didn’t need a million other people to see me lose my shit. I was already at my quota for the day. 

Jj stared at me with a confused look. “Close the door.” I nearly shout as the footsteps get closer but he moves just as quickly and slammed it shut, putting the lock in place.

“I just got this piece too.” I grumbled, huffing at the stained skirt. It was the Medusa 95’ Cut Out Mini dress in a stunning pastel pink. And now ruined with a beer stain from that horrible girl outside. 

“I remember this one.” JJ spoke from behind me. Of course he did. He remembered everything I bought. 

He always demanded fashion shows after all my shopping trips. He knew nothing about clothes but he always paid attention to me. He used to sit for hours while I prattled on and on about clothes.

“Unzip me?” 

“I’m sorry?” He choked out, setting his beer down.

“I need to clean it before it stains. Unzip me.” 

In hindsight, I was goading him. I wanted to see what he would do. I could tell he was already on edge since seeing me with Rafe. I wondered what a little push would do.

Neither of us moved for a beat. JJ puffed out a breath from his cheeks before he walked toward me slowly. I remained stock still, watching his every move in the mirror.  “It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.” 

My heart fluttered at his nearness. Something I wanted since the minute he turned around and left. Home, I wanted my home back.

I jumped up at the feel of his warm breath against the back of my neck, goosebumps rising instantly. The tug of the zipper had me swallowing the lump in my throat. His other finger caressing every inch of skin, the zipper surrendered. 

The sound of the zipper stopped but he never dropped his hand. Instead, I watched as JJ swallowed before lifting his head, those storming blue eyes connecting with mine in the mirror. 

I stood on my Magda Butrym Appliquéd satin sandals and a flimsy pair of tiny panties. 

“I feel like this is a test.” I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

“Is it?” I mused, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. 

“Yeah and I’m failing.” 

The pads of his thumb brushed along my bottom lip, dragging it down slowly. My lips parted as a soft whimper escaped. 

“You’re still so beautiful, it hurts.” He murmured, almost angry with the revelation. 

Blistering hot satisfaction dripped over me. 

JJ’s other hand grazed my bare back, the contact immediately chasing my back to arch. Sparks of sensitivity erupted from my skin as my body trembled with hot desire. 

His hand moved higher, gripping onto my hair before wrapping the long strands around his hand, tugging my head back, demanding my attention. 

He stared at me with heavy lids, eyes like ocean blue blades. My body began to heat up. 

JJ’s eyes dropped back to my lips causing me to the lick them quickly. He backed me up against the Jack and Jill sink, my back resting against the cool granite counter. 

I blinked slowly, making the decision for him, angling my head up and smashing my lips to his. 

A groan ripped from his chest as he met my kiss with the same crippling desperation. His rough hands dropped from my face to my hips, his nails digging crescent shaped marks in the skin. 

My legs began to slightly shake as his tongue finally brushed against mine. Oxygen was something neither of us needed as we fed off each other's energy. 

His tongue licked and twirled around my own, another moan vibrating between us. JJ’s large hand trailed up skin, goosebumps appearing in its wake, before locking around my throat. 

His grip was strong, not enough to cut off my oxygen but enough to garner my attention. He pulled me up to my tippy toes by my neck, my nipples brushing against the rough fabric of his shirt making me gasp at the contact. His mouth clashed with mine once more, his lips wrapped around my tongue, sucking gently before pulling back and biting out a curse. 

My hands were desperate as they began to unbutton his shirt quickly, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. JJ whipped off the shirt just as my hands began reaching for his shorts, my fingers fumbling with the button. 

The laugh he let out was devastating. His smile was purely lethal for my heart. “We got all the time in the world, princess.” 

My stomach clenched at the nickname he gave me all those years ago. But, we didn’t. We both knew this moment would end the minute we came to our senses. 

JJ unbuttoned his pants and dropped them in one smooth movement before pressing his warm body against mine once more.

“Up, baby.” My arms wrapped around his neck immediately, my nose grazing his. JJ gripped my thighs tight as he placed me on top of the counter. 

He rested the palm of his hands on either side of me, enclosing my frame, daring me to move. JJ leaned down, his lips leaving phantom kisses along my collarbone, nipping as he went along. He stopped at the swell of my breasts, both hands encasing my heavy aching breasts before pressing them together. 

He pressed scorching hot, open-mouthed kisses on every inch of exposed skin. His tongue pressing against my swollen nipples before closing around one and giving a strong suck. I was a mess beneath him, my chest heaving with heavy pants. 

He nipped and tugged at the soft flesh of my breasts, leaving small purple love bites scattered on my chest. He pressed a kiss on each one, a pleased hum echoing within the bathroom. 

JJ dropped to his knees slowly, each hand running down my bare legs. I wanted to see him. 

I leaned back on the palm of my hands and arched my back in a teasing invitation. Pulling my legs from his grasp, I propped my feet up on the counter, but kept my knees bent, the tops touching.

The utter obsession that painted his face had me biting down on my lip hard enough to draw blood. “Please, Jayj.”

He stood stock still, similar to a statue. It looked like he almost stopped breathing as I slowly pushed my knees apart. I was drenched, I could feel myself soaking the skimpy fabric of my thong, my thighs glistening with the evidence of my arousal. 

JJ’s eyes went black, locking in on my wet pussy before jumping back up to me. His hands found my thighs and roughly dug into the skin to keep my legs from closing. 

He leaned forward, his index finger hooking the front of my thong before curling the fabric and tugging it up roughly between my lips. “Fuck.” I mewled, watching as he pressed his face between my legs and inhaled deeply. 

I could feel my clit throbbing, needing to be touched. With one more tug, JJ slaps the side of my thigh, having me lift my hips up to take the last piece of fabric off my body. An insatiable grin formed on his face that went straight to my clit.

The first touch onto my lips had my hips shooting off the counter, his touch like electricity. He blew a breath against the aching skin, his hot mouth watering at the sight of me. Two fingers pushed apart my drenched folds, rubbing against the sensitive skin again and again, turning me into a mindless puddle. 

He smirked at my trembling legs. “You okay, baby?”

“Fuck off.” I responded through gritted teeth, trying to gather myself. 

He dipped forward, gathering saliva before slowly spitting it out, the stream of spit pattering against my spread lips. The sound was obscene. 

“That’s not very nice.” 

Tears of frustration began to build up as I discarded my hands into those loose blonde strands, knocking his hat off. “You love it.”

The grin he sent me was feral and I knew this was exactly what I needed. “I sure do, princess.”

He enclosed his mouth against my swollen clit and sucked roughly, a loud shout erupting from the depths of my chest. JJ parted my lips again, forcing his tongue inside and out, again and again, devouring every inch of my pussy. 

My cunt clenched against his tongue making him moan loudly. My body was burning as he swirled his tongue along the bundle of nerves once more. Another cry left me as I tried to find something to grab onto. His tongue lapped up all the fluids that continued to come out and I found myself forgetting how to breathe. 

I pushed his face deeper, grinding against his nose that continuously rubbed against my clit, my fingers tugging at his hair, needing a release. The knot in my lower stomach began to tighten as I whispered his name again and again like a prayer. The sound of my breathy pleas spur him on as he slipped two fingers in my pussy, meeting no resistance. 

The squelching noises had me throwing my head back against the mirror which had begun to fog up. I clenched around his large fingers that rubbed against my sensitive walls wanting him to lose control. 

JJ curled his fingers upward causing my knees to buckle and my mind go blank. I was close and he knew based on the tremors the shook my legs. I could barely hold myself up as everything went fuzzy. 

A choked moan escaped my lips that curled into a ‘o’ as his mouth sucked that rigid spot of flesh while his fingers continued to hammer into me. The invisible band snapped and as a wave of pleasure washed over me. My body finally began to relax as I tried to catch my breath, my chest rising and falling dramatically. 

I spared a glance at him. JJ’s eyes were low, eyes pitch black and glued to my face, and his cheeks flushed red. He looked pussy drunk. 

“Looks like I have to clean you up.” He mumbled against the flesh of my thighs. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his hot tongue began to catch all the arousal that dripped down my thighs. I was sensitive and tried to move back, but his hands locked around my thighs to keep them open. Shives forced their way up my spine as he lapped all my fluids up, humming as he went along, not leaving one bit of skin untouched. JJ pressed one last kiss before pulling back and licking his lips.

My heart hammered through my chest and vaguely though my haze of pleasure did I hear a murmur.

“Huh?” I felt him smile against my thigh, clearly finding my delirious state funny.

“Barry, man, have you seen her?” Rafe’s voice drifted under the door. 

I froze at the sound of his voice, my eyes darting to JJ who just smirked from his spot between my legs. 

“She’s right here, man.” JJ whispered, straightening up to press a kiss on the crown of my head. I shook my head at him, my eyes wide with a silent plea, but JJ disregarded it. 

 “She’s a little busy at the moment.” 

I shook my head, pressing my palm against his mouth, his next words coming out muffled. He never knew when to shut up. The last thing I needed was Rafe finding us in his bathroom.

I kept my hand on JJ’s mouth until footsteps faded and we were alone once again. 

JJ nipped at the palm of my hands, his tongue slipping out. My face screwed up as I let out a squeal, “Ew, Jayj.” 

“Shouldn’t have tried to shut me up to protect your boyfriend’s feelings.” He said the words lightly, but I could hear the slight edge in his tone. 

Pushing him off my softly, I hopped off the counter with shaky legs. “Since when do you care about Rafe’s feelings?”

I winced as I tried to take a step, my knees nearly knocking together from the aftershock. JJ always left me a shaking disheveled mess afterwards, but I felt lighter, because he was looking at me the way he used to. 

And, I wanted that to last just a bit longer. 

“I don’t care about his feelings-“ He scoffed, before pausing at the teasing smile on my lips. “You’re fucking with me.”

“Too easy.” I let out a shriek of laughter as JJ's arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me up in the air.

That was how I found myself sweaty, pressed against Rafe’s sheets, struggling to breathe. The violent sound of skin slapping echoing in the room, my raspy moans intertwining with his hot pants. 

One of JJ’s hands gripped the back of my head, pinning me to the mattress, the other pushing down on my back, forming a deep arch, to pull his cock in deeper. 

I couldn’t register anything he was muttering as he bottomed out since of me, my mind go blank. My walls spasmed against him with each rut of his hip, sucking him back in every time he pulled back. 

I was soaked, my pussy dripping around him. The sopping wet noises spurring him on, his pace quickening with those deep purposeful strokes. 

I couldn’t focus on anything but him. The smell; the feel of him. The way his cock continued to brush against my cervix made me borderline delicious. 

“Fuck,” JJ shuddered, rolling his hips in and out of my pussy had me clamping around him once more, a tidal wave beginning to build up inside me. 

 I whimper left me, the coil in my stomach pulling tight as I searched for a release. The tip of his cock pressed into me repeatedly, forcing my legs to shake once more. 

My hands searched for something to hold onto as I tried to anchor myself from being drowned in pleasure. “J. J, I-I cant-I’m gonna-“

I felt his pace begin to pick him, his cock twitching inside me as he continued his movements, grinding his hips against the globes of my ass, until there was no space between us. 

It was like he was imprinting himself into my skin. Like he didn’t want me to forget him. 

As if I could ever forget JJ Maybank. 

My whines got louder, his words becoming more and more depraved. His large calloused hands ran all over my body like he was etching it to memory. 

Quick and quiet gasps bled from my parted lips, as he hammered into me from behind, his hands lacing with mine against the sheets. 

The coil in my stomach snapped, white flash blinding my vision, this orgasim more intense than the first. I could feel myself coating his hips and upper thighs, fluids dripping on the sheets. 

I could hear JJ’s voice whine, he began to babble nonsense under his breath, with each languid thrust. 

My heartbeat was in my ears as I pushed my hips back to match his thrusts, wanting him to finish despite all my sensitivity coming to head. His nails dug my hips, my cunt suffocating as he continued to grunt his cock into me. 

“Fuck, Kiara.” His grunt echoed in the room.

Kiara? 

I went numb. I couldn’t breathe-I couldn’t, I needed-

Bile coated my throat as whatever childish hope I had shriveled up in my chest. So I laid there, not knowing what to do, as JJ continued to pump in and out of me, but the soft intimacy we shared before dissipated. 

Why did no one ever pick me? Why didn’t anyone want me? 

I let my body go limp even though everything in me wanted to shove him off, but I just couldn’t get myself to move.

That was all it took for JJ to realize the slip of his tongue. JJ froze behind me as I shoved my face into my arms and choked on a gut wrenching sob. 

“Fuck, I-hold on,” JJ’s panick was audible as he slowly pulled out of me. I cupped my mouth to try and muffle the scream I wanted to let out. 

His blue eyes widened in horror at his mistake but it was too late. The words were already burned into my mind, replaying on a torturous loop.

JJ’s hand reached out for me, but I shrank back, scrambling to the headboard, desperate to put distance between us. 

I curled into myself, pressing my back hard against the headboard, willing for myself to disappear. 

“What did you just call me?” My chin wobbled. I tried to remind myself to breathe but with each inhale, my lungs were saturated with pain. 

“I-That was an accident.” He stuttered, raking his hands through his hair roughly.

“Get out.” 

“It just slipped out, I didn’t mean it.” 

“Get the hell out, JJ.” I yelled, and pointed at the door with a shaky finger. 

Like I said, his words never dented me, no they completely destroyed me. They cut me like a freshly honed razor blade.

And I was going to die of blood loss if I didn’t get him to leave this room. He had no problem leaving me then, why was he fighting it now?

Was he thinking about her the whole time he was inside me? 

Thought after thought haunted me. Was he comparing our bodies? Was he comparing the sex? 

Mortification had my stomach churning as I debated what to do next. My body was wound tight, on the verge of hyperventilating. 

Did he love her? Did he love her like he used to love me? Did he fuck her the way he fucked me?

I hated him. Before him, none of these thoughts would have crossed my mind. I may have been alone but at least I liked who I was. I never would have questioned myself the way I am now. But after him, the only thing I hated more than him was myself.

“Was Kiara not available,” I murmured, “so you came to the one person you knew would say yes?”

JJ didn’t find my joke funny. The air was tense, as if we were trapped in a steamed up bathroom, making each breath harder than the last.

“Kie and I aren’t together.”

“JJ, you know where the door is. Use it.” 

“I don’t want to leave.” He shook his head, his eyes flickering with something heavy. 

“You had no problem doing it before.”

“That was-“ JJ squeezed his eyes shut, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

He shuffled closer to my body, but still wasn't touching me. I nibbled on my bottom lip and wiped the remaining tears from my cheeks hastily. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, clearing his throat. “I am so so sorry.”

I lost my grip completely as those eyes perverted mine. His eyes were so blue, it was easy to get lost in them. 

Words couldn’t find their way out of my mouth. With wary eyes, I watched as he stood up and disappeared in the bathroom before appearing again with his shirt. 

JJ reached for me before pausing, his eyes asking a silent question. I nodded, forcing myself to loosen the grip I had on the sheets. 

I let him put the shirt on me, its protection better than the flimsy sheet. JJ dropped his head on my chest, his tan arms wrapped around my waist, curling himself into me. 

“I’m sorry.” 

I was sorry too. I waited for months for him to be back in my arms, but he ruined every independent thought I had. I couldn’t stop the overthinking. I couldn’t stop the pain.

I was hurting too, but I was the one comforting him. I was always the one comforting him. What about me?

I laid on the soft sheets and stared up at the ceiling. Our heavy breathing echoing in an otherwise silent room. His heavy arm tossed over naked torso, his fingers softly tracing the curve. The whisper of his breath caressing the nape of my neck where his face was buried. The familiar tickle of his golden strands brushing against my nose, his coconut shampoo wafting my senses.

The JJ induced haze began to clear up and the ugliness began to set in. 

A single tear escaped my eye, its trailing burning it’s way down the side of my face. I loved him. Even after he willingly abandoned me. After he humiliated me in front of everyone. After he called me her name.

I couldn’t cut him out. It didn’t matter what he did to me, the minute we’re within the same vicinity, my self preservation disappeared. Then I was left, treading water in the middle of a storm, with nothing but a life jacket. 

I had no one to blame but myself in this situation. I knew how he spoke to me, how easily he left me, how embarrassed he was of me. But he just smiled and it was like everything melted away. 

I so badly wanted to feel again, but not like this.

So all I can do is lay here. In this bed. With a boy who made me hate the kind person that I was. 

I made my bed. I didn’t realize this was how I’d feel when I lied in it. I turned into someone I hated. And suddenly I was bone-tired, exhaustion suffocating my lungs. I had no idea who I was and I was tired of being someone I wasn’t. 

“Where are my clothes?” I said. God, I needed to leave this room before Rafe found me. 

“I wasn’t really focused on that part, babe.” JJ mumbled, burrowing himself deeper into my side. 

My stomach lurched. I thought I’d feel different. I thought that maybe this would fix everything. That in some deluded way, we would get back together and everything else didn’t matter. Like he didn’t leave me standing at the party after stomping on my chest.

“I need them.” I mumbled. I choked down the need to throw up. The feel of our sweat coating my body and his soft breaths against my skin had me almost hyperventilating. 

Home, he used to be home. But, I’ve never felt like more of a stranger than in his arms right now. This was no longer my home. 

Kook pussy. Daddy issues.

I fucked up. Fuck, I fucked up. 

This only made me feel worse. I was good enough to fuck, but not enough to stay. 

“What are you in such a hurry for?” His fingers paused their persistent movement. 

“I have to get back-“

“To who?” JJ snapped. 

I moved to sit up, dragging the sheet with me as I avoided his gaze. “You know who.”

He didn’t need to know that Rafe and I basically ended. I just wanted him to hurt in the same way I did.

He let out a scoff. “You can’t be serious?” 

“Dead serious.” 

“This isn’t like you-“

“You left. You don’t know who I am anymore.” 

“Clearly,” he chuckled under his breath, “But suddenly Rafe does?”

I shrugged. “He’s my friend.”

“I don’t give a fuck who he is-“

I tuned him out. I was too busy trying to get his actual voice out of my head. 

Kiara. Not me. Kiara. Not me. 

It had taken every bit of strength to not chase after him that day. To not call and text, begging for him to give me the time of day. And I know, I know I should be stronger. I know I should have said good riddance and moved on, but love was never simple. 

When I saw him tonight, I thought that maybe it was fate. So all the waiting, all the practice of self control paid off because he came back. But, was this what was waiting for me?

“You slept with me,” I said, “ but you’re thinking about her?”

I didn’t want to know the answer, but I had to ask it. It was just one of a million questions I had since the day he walked away. Was there something I could have done differently?

I was wracking my brain to see where I had gone wrong, but maybe I just fell in love with the wrong person.

“From what I hear, you don’t care about anything these days. Why would you care about this?” I couldn’t detect any emotion in his words, just cold hard facts. 

I really was out here exceeding everyone’s expectations of me. 

But, he had to know that when it came to him, I always cared too much. That’s why his words caused another jagged piece of my heart to puncture my chest.

“Why would I care?” I whispered, shaking my head at him. “Are you listening to yourself?” 

Had I deluded myself so much into thinking we experienced the same love in our relationship? How could he even question that. Everything I did was always for him.

“I care about you, that never changed.”

Something pained flickered through his gaze. “Care about me? Yet your fucking Rafe Cameron.” 

“You’re mad about that?” I choked on a humorless laugh,”Let me jog your memory real quick since apparently you’ve got amnesia, you were the one that told me to be with him.” 

“Well, I didn’t think you’d actually do that to me.”

I threw my arms up in the air, exasperated,”Then why say it at all? Wait, I forgot who I’m talking to. You’re the king of saying shit you don’t mean.” 

“Saying shit and actually doing it are two different things.”

“Well, you did do it Jayj.” My lungs hitched. 

His jaw tightened, tension seeping out of him in waves. 

“You left. You did the one thing you promised you’d never do. You didn’t even look back as you did it.” I shouted, tears blurring my vision as my body continued to shake from adrenaline. “All because what? Rafe hurt your feelings? Because I have more money than you?”

I wanted to understand him. I thought I did once, but the more I thought about our breakup the more I saw it had nothing to do with me. And everything to do with him.

“Do me a favor and grow up. This is the real world. You’d swap places with any one of us in a second if you could.” 

JJ narrowed his eyes. “I don’t want any part of your world. I thought I made that clear.”

“I’m aware. But I was there, remember? For every bonfire, for every boat ride with you and your friends. What was it you guys said again?” It rushed out of me, “to going full kook?”

He watched me stoically, his fingers tugging at his bracelets. 

“I guess you’re the only one that can have the money in the relationship?” I raised my eyebrow at him, waiting for him to respond. 

The beautiful blonde boy that seeped into my bloodstream and made me love him. But, ruined us in the process. He destroyed everything he touched. 

He pressed the heel of his palms against his eyes, 

“What happened?”

“You want to know what happened? You fucking happened.”

That familiar anger flared in his eyes and I knew exactly what he was going to do. What he always did to me, but this time, I wasn’t going to let him erase me. Not again.

“Let’s talk about who you turned into?” JJ spat vehemently. “What? Rafe buys you a nice purse and you’re suddenly snorting lines of coke?” 

“It was actually a couple purses.” 

JJ shot daggers at me. “So what? You’re proud of that?” No, I only wanted someone to care about me if I died.

“I’m only doing what you told me, I’m sorry you don’t like the person you turned me into.”

I didn’t like her much either. But, JJ never gave me more and I realized he would never give me more, no matter how much I pushed. No matter how hard I tried to get him to see that I was the one he should be with. 

It pained me that it took all of this for me to realize that there were parts of JJ he would never let anyone have. 

“Why are you still here?” I said quietly. “I’m not going to let you sit here and make me feel like shit for how I chose to cope with what you broke.” 

I was done giving the men in my life power over me. I needed to stand on my own two feet even if that meant I had to do it alone. 

“Feel like shit?” JJ nodded his head with mock outrage,” Princess, you just let me fuck you in your boyfriend’s bed. I think you feel like shit already.” 

He was right, but I still recoiled back at the venom he spat at me. I sagged with exhaustion. He was just lashing out the way he always did.

“I didn’t know, JJ.” My voice cracked. “I-I didn’t know. I just did what I thought I was supposed to do.”

JJ’s head snapped up at the waver in my voice. His ocean eyes showed a clear battle, one I knew he’d lose. “S-Sometimes it just felt like I wasn’t good enough.”

His confession broke me. I knew the thoughts that ravaged his brain only because those same thoughts now drown in mine.  

My fingers twisted the hem of the shirt that my body was swimming in, a nervous tic I never got rid of. “But I never said that to you, you listened to everyone but me. You were more than enough.”

A tortured look passed his face, like the obvious miscommunication had disrupted everything. “I thought I was being paraded around to prove a point.”

I roughly wiped the tears that kept falling, “It’s okay to not want to struggle for everything in your life, JJ. You were exhausted and I just wanted to help you.”

“I didn’t know. I-just didn’t know.” I continued to repeat.  And I didn't. I had no experience with love. I wanted him to have the world since he was born with less than most people I knew, yet he deserved so much more.

“You let your friends help you, I don’t understand how I was any different.”

His blonde hair was sticking up in multiple directions, a clear sign of his obvious distress. "Because they’re my family."

Irremediable sorrow burrowed in my chest. "But, I was your family too."

I felt layers of grief his me in waves, quick and hard, one after the other as I came to terms with the fact that JJ never considered me any part of his family.

"You were the only family I ever had. I thought I was your family.” I sniffled, my ribs began to ache from the constant crying. 

A loud crack had me jump back as Rafe bursted into the room, chest heaving from exertion. He paused, his eyes locking in on the messed up sheets before dragging over to me and scanning my disheveled appearance. 

I thought we hit a milestone. JJ finally started talking and letting me know exactly what was going on in that brain of his. And maybe, that would be enough for me, for now. This all happened because JJ didn’t know how to communicate and I knew that wasn’t his fault, but at one point he needed to grow up. 

I was willing to hold his hand while he did it. But I watched as JJ’s eyes clocked the necklace Rafe wore with my initials. His gaze narrowed at the purse in his hand and my car keys in the other. 

The jealousy was evident in the way he rolled his shoulders back, his face granite. “Cute necklace.”

Rafe smirked, tilting his head to the side. “Thanks. It looks even better swinging in her face.”

JJ’s cool demeanor dropped, his blue eyes darkened into a brewing storm. “Enjoy my seconds, bro.” He clapped Rafe on the chest. 

My heart popped in my chest at his words, another bandage would do little to fix the shards that once resembled a heart. And, I knew then, that JJ confirmed the conclusion I just came to myself. 

“JJ?”

“What?”

“You were right. I do deserve better than you.” 

Loving him cost me something much greater: myself. 

I couldn’t continue to hide myself in any man that told me pretty words. I was no longer my own person, just a mere extension of them. One that they treated poorly and only took out when they were bored. I was always willing to do what they would never do for me.

I was just a girl, in love with an extraordinary boy who couldn’t see past all the things he was not.

I walked over to where Rafe was, forcing myself to remember his cruel words also. It was the only way I could get myself to walk out of here. My eyes lingered on the necklace for a second before I pulled my keys from his grasp and grabbed my purse. 

I wore nothing but JJ’s shirt, but at the moment I couldn’t care less. I left my clothes in Rafe’s bathroom, deciding it was better to leave them then spend another second in either of their soul sucking presence. I could always buy another dress. 

I couldn’t buy another me. Not if I kept letting these boys break me. 

This time, I was the one that never looked back.

Side note: I WROTE THIS THREE TIMES so pls pls pls be nice to me. I tried to incorporate a lot of people's ideas. I know the OC is very wishy washy but she's so real for that.

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[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑨𝑽𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑹: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i'm angry at myself!  ❜ ❛  it's easy to do nothing, it's hard to forgive.  ❜ ❛  you miscalculated. i love them more than i fear you.  ❜ ❛  there is nothing wrong with letting the people who love you help you.  ❜ ❛  but now you're not letting yourself feel anything. i know sometimes it hurts more to hope and it hurts more to care. but you have to promise me that you won't stop caring.  ❜ ❛  my own mother thought i was a monster ... she was right of course, but it still hurt.  ❜ ❛  in the darkness, hope is something you give yourself.  ❜ ❛  never forget who you are, for surely the world won't.  ❜ ❛  why am i so bad at being good?  ❜ ❛  it is important to draw wisdom from different places. if you take it from only one place, it becomes rigid and stale.  ❜ ❛  sometimes the best way to solve your own problems is to help someone else.  ❜ ❛  and now you have come to the crossroads of destiny. it's time for you to choose.  ❜ ❛  you may not always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you keep moving, you will come to a better place.  ❜ ❛  protection and power are overrated. i think you are very wise to choose happiness and love.  ❜ ❛  get over here, [ name ]. being part of the group also means being part of group hugs.  ❜ ❛  stop! stop it right now! what's wrong with you? we don't have time for fun and games with the war going on.  ❜ ❛  i'm too young to die!  ❜ ❛  in my country, we exchange a pleasant 'hello' before asking questions.  ❜ ❛  i didn't know what or when, but i knew i'd know it when i knew it!  ❜ ❛  the past can be a great teacher.  ❜ ❛  when we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change.  ❜ ❛  there really is no fathoming the depths of my hatred for this place.  ❜ ❛  failure is only the opportunity to try again, only more wisely this time.  ❜ ❛  i wanted to take out all of my anger on them. but i couldn't. i don't know if it's because i'm too weak ... or if it's because i'm strong enough not to.  ❜ ❛  look [ name ], you're going to fail a lot before things work out. even though you will fail over and over again, you have to try every time. you can't quit because you're afraid you might fail.  ❜ ❛  while it is always best to believe in oneself, a little help from others can be a great blessing.  ❜ ❛  you must never give in to despair. allow yourself to slip down that road, and you surrender to your lowest instincts.  ❜ ❛  if we knew each other back then, do you think we could have been friends too?  ❜ ❛  you know, [ name ], i don't care what anyone else says about you. you're pretty smart.  ❜ ❛  if i try, i fail. if i don't try, i'm never going to get it.  ❜ ❛  let your anger out, and then let it go. forgive him.  ❜ ❛  pride is not the opposite of shame, but rather its source. true humility is the only antidote to shame.  ❜ ❛  life happens wherever you are, whether you make it or not.  ❜ ❛  the greatest illusion of this world is the illusion of separation. things you think are separate and different are actually one and the same.  ❜ ❛  you stand alone. that has always been your greatest weakness.  ❜ ❛  bad skin? normal teenagers worry about bad skin, i don't have that luxury.  ❜ ❛  in my dream, we were right in the middle of the invasion, and you stopped to use the bathroom. we die because of your tiny bladder.  ❜ ❛  you need to find someone who waits and listens before striking.  ❜ ❛  everyone has to be treated like they're worth giving a chance.  ❜ ❛  i don't need luck, though. i don't want it. i've always had to struggle and fight, and that's made me strong. it's made me who i am.  ❜

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[dyns33]

Firefly

I can't explain why but I like The Collector movies a lot, Asa Emory was a weird character, and so I needed to write something about him at least once

Y/N had met Asa Emory in college.

He already had this strange look and this fascination for insects, which explained his choice of studies. She had never met anyone who wanted to become an entomologist.

The other students were a little afraid of him, when they noticed him, because Asa was very discreet.

Y/N had noticed him, and she hadn’t been afraid of him. She had sat next to him in the library while he read a book about spiders. Her questions had initially seemed to irritate him, he was obviously not used to being spoken to, then he had been intrigued.

For a time, Asa had looked at her as if she were one of the insects he collected, but also as if she were trying to make fun of him. Yet he answered all her questions, adding more and more details and information.

He had no one in his life. No one to share your passion with. He didn't tell her all the details, but he had lost his parents and siblings when he was young.

This loneliness didn't seem to be a problem for him, but over time he got used to Y/N's presence, he looked forward to her questions, and he eventually grew attached.

“My firefly.” He greeted her as soon as he saw her, with a shy smile.

“Why a firefly ?” she asked, laughing softly.

“Because you are a light in my life.”

Y/N might have taken offense saying that a firefly was a tiny, fragile light that would die quickly, but knowing Asa's love of insects, she knew he wasn't going to compare her to a sun or stars. It was even a nice compliment on his part that he deigned to compare her to a Lampyris noctiluca.

Even when insulting people, he never used insect names. That would be an insult to the insects and he couldn't do that.

As with everything else in their relationship, it was Y/N who invited him on their first date. He accepted without seeming to understand what that meant.

The poor man seemed lost when she kissed him. But not necessarily disgusted.

“My firefly, you are the only human being who matters.” he admitted when she asked him if he ever thought about marriage, after more than two years together. "There are only a few insects that practice monogamy, but most die quickly, sometimes during the act of reproduction. But you know how much I hate anthropomorphism. I will be happy to spend my life with you."

Life with Asa was calm. Perfectly organized, structured, like its classification of all arthropod species.

After obtaining his diploma, he had no difficulty in being hired in the largest natural science museum in the city. His name quickly became known in his field.

His frequent nighttime outings and other prolonged outings could have been frightening for Y/N, but he always warned her in advance, preparing his schedule according to the pace of life of the insects he was looking for.

"Rumors are circulating about an unknown species of grasshoppers in a forest. I will probably be gone all weekend."

"Oh. You won't be here for my cousin's birthday ?"

"I forgot. Forgive me, my firefly."

“It doesn’t matter… It’s for your work, it’s important.”

He promised to better note the dates that were important to her, because even though he was very diligent in his work, Asa was a good husband. He didn't care at all about other humans, and therefore her family, but he always tried to please her when he could.

Even though he had a true admiration for spiders, Y/N saw him more as an ant. He worked hard, he never seemed tired, and he often brought home gifts to make up for when he missed an appointment, or simply because he wanted to see her smile.

"Ants don't bring back gifts for the queen, they do this to feed the colony. Plus they work in groups, I work alone."

“I didn’t compare myself to a queen.”

"You could, it was you who worked to create our home. There is no colony without a queen, and there would not be our home without you."

Their house was perfect, but empty. They didn't talk about having children. The subject didn't seem to appeal to Asa. After all this time, he did not talk about his family, visibly traumatized by their disappearance, and his aversion to others, in addition to his complicated schedule, were not compatible with the role of father.

There were his dogs. Perfectly trained hunting dogs, who were only adorable with their master and his wife. But especially with Y/N, who loved to cuddle them.

“My firefly, they have already eaten and they are not allowed to be inside.”

"Oh, Asa, please ! It's cold outside, and they were very good !"

“You mustn’t get them used to it or they will become fat and lazy.”

“Only for tonight, please !”

His colleagues said he was tough. A cold, distant, almost mean man. It was quickly decided that he would no longer participate in school visits, because he did not know how to talk to children or teachers.

But with Y/N, he was gentle. He refused her nothing. The dogs stayed inside, and not just that evening.

The times Asa told her no, it wasn't his fault. The excuses he found always contained the words 'I would like to, but the museum, my colleagues, the insects…'.

No, she couldn't accompany him on his hunts. She wouldn't like it anyway. It was cold, there was almost no time to sleep, and she might be bored.

“I’ll be with you, that’s the most important thing.”

".. .It's always a joy to be with you. That's also why it's better if you don't come. Then I have a reason to come home."

And he always came home, tired, but satisfied with his work, placing a kiss on Y/N's forehead like a ritual, before caressing her cheek while looking at her as if seeing her for the first time, his eyes wide blacks seeming to devour her entirely.

Then came the night when he came home late, very late, with strange injuries and terribly angry. Growling like an animal, he slammed the door so hard that it woke his wife. She found him trying to stitch himself up, mumbling and shaking.

She had never seen him like this. Asa was always calm.

Hesitantly, Y/N asked him if he was okay, and when he looked at her, she was scared for the first time since they met. For a moment, he looked like he didn't recognize her, and was ready to jump on her. Then he took on the features of her husband.

"… My firefly." he sighed, getting up with difficulty to kiss her. "I woke you up. I scared you. Forgive me. There was an incident. I lost several very precious, unique species. But it's my fault, you don't have to suffer my bad mood."

“Shouldn’t you go to the hospital ?”

"It's okay, I promise. Scratches, nothing I can't fix myself. Go back to bed, I'll be with you right away."

Nothing forced her to obey. Y/N could have insisted, asked questions, called an ambulance, but she returned to the room, staring at the wall unable to sleep. She didn't move when Asa came to her, holding her close, his face against her neck, whispering that he loved her.

They talked about the incident in the neighboring town the next day on television. An abandoned factory was ravaged by flames. But that wasn't the worst. It was the lair of a serial killer, whom they called the Collector.

The survivors spoke of horrible things. Of torture, of strange experiences. According to police, the man had died in the fire along with his guard dogs and most of the evidence there was nothing left to fear.

Y/N didn’t ask Asa where the dogs were. She tried not to think about it.

If he was waiting for her to ask him about it, he didn't show it. He didn't talk about what happened during the night, behaving as if everything was perfectly fine, and going to work like every day. He would come home, he would kiss her, and he would do it again. The difference was only that he went out less often.

According to him, the season was not good for hunting. And with the problem at his office, he needed a little time, to rest, to repair the place.

This excuse could have worked forever. Of course, Y/N could have called the museum and they would have confirmed that there had never been any serious incidents, but she didn't want to. She continued to lie next to her husband, letting him embrace her tenderly.

Then there was the man's visit. He seemed surprised to see Y/N, as he placed a large red trunk in the kitchen. Almost sad too. He was holding a gun.

"I imagine you don't know anything about it. I can let you go, if you promise not to warn him, and to let me do what I have to do."

"… I don't understand what to talk to you about."

"Your dear husband. The man who kidnapped and tortured me for weeks. You're lucky you didn't see his little collection. He's a monster. He needs to die."

No doubt the man was right. There had always been something strange about Asa, everyone had always known it and Y/N had been the only one to refuse to see it. She had built her life with him, her home. They had to share everything.

So even if he was right, she without thinking grabbed a knife when he turned, convinced that she had understood and she stuck it in his back, at the level of his heart.

When she realized what she had just done, it was too late. The man was lying in his blood in the middle of the room, his gun fallen next to him. Y/N touched nothing, unable to do anything but cry while trying to remember how to breathe.

Asa found her like this, sitting against a wall, when he returned from the office. He looked at his wife, then at the scene in the kitchen, before putting his things down to crouch down next to her.

Like every times, he held her face so that she could look at him and he could kiss her on the forehead. Then with one hand he wiped the blood from her cheek, massaging her neck with the other to calm her down.

"Tell me what happened. Are you hurt, my firefly ?"

"No… He… He wanted to kill you. He said… Oh, my god. He had a gun, I… I was scared… He said you… Asa …"

"Shh. I'll take care of everything. Come on."

Holding her close, he took her to the bathroom where he helped her undress and get into the shower, which he adjusted so that the water was perfect. Taking a bath would have done her good, but he had to leave her alone to clean up, and he didn't want her to fall asleep.

"I'll be back, my firefly. Just sit here, it's okay."

Y/N didn't know how long she stayed under the water, shaking and crying. Not as long as she thought. Her husband quickly returned to help her get up, dry off and put on pajamas.

Although she was not hungry, he insisted that she have tea and biscuits, as it was not good to keep an empty stomach after such a shock, before putting her to bed. He certainly put something in the tea for her to sleep.

The kitchen was immaculate the next morning, as if nothing had happened. The man, the weapon, the red trunk, everything had disappeared.

Unusually, Asa had prepared breakfast. He was always up before her, but he only had coffee, and he often left for work while she was still asleep, coming to place a kiss on her forehead to warn her.

His dark eyes didn't leave her for a second as Y/N chewed her pancakes with difficulty, one hand on the glass of orange juice that she couldn't drink. She looked everywhere except her husband.

Before the intruder spoke, she had already started to have doubts. Questions. Now everything was quite clear, and all that remained was to decide what she was going to do. Asa was also obviously waiting, sitting near her.

The options were vast. Run away, call the police, risk getting killed… Y/N finally managed to lift the glass of orange juice, while thinking of their meeting.

"… Aren't you going to be late for work ?"

"No. I took some time off to stay with you."

“But your collection… I understood that it would take a long time to rebuild everything.”

"It's not as important as you, my firefly. My mantis religiosa. My black widow." he purred, running a hand through her hair, his lips on her neck.

Asa loved spiders. It was a nice compliment, even if she received it because she had killed a man and agreed not to report him to the authorities. He didn't seem to notice her fear, one of the reasons she remained silent.

Only the other reason mattered. And by giving her all these names, like a transformation, he was telling her that he would not harm her, that he did not see her as prey, and that even if she decided to do so, she could devour him.

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[handmade-witch]

Be Mine - Happy Valentine's Day 💝

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader

[[AN: kinda modern AUish? Idk Theo makes a ur mom joke (i'm sorry I couldn't help myself) - enjoy! 😂💞]]

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Read Draco's story here <3

Read Enzo's story here <3

You flop on your bed, sighing heavily. Pansy, your roomate, used to your dramatic antics, doesn't even look up from the magazine she's flipping through.

"What's wrong," she asks plainly. The pages crinkle softly as she turns them.

"I swear everybody in this whole damn school has a Valentine for tomorrow except me." You groan. You grab a pillow and proceed to shove your face into it, letting out a frustrated groan.

"Oh come on I'm sure not everyone has a date for tomorrow."

"Says you," you grumble through the fabric of your pillow. "You and Draco are all in love or whatever, and-"

"We are not in love." She cuts you off. If your head was not buried in the pillow, you would've seen how her face flushed red at the suggestion.

"Whatever." You huff, "As I was saying, you and Draco, Daphne and Blaise, i think Enzo's going out with some Ravenclaw, and knowing Mattheo he's likely already picked out his one night stand." You sit up, hugging the pillow against your chest. "I guess I'm just destined to be alone this year. Maybe I'll buy myself roses. Is that as pathetic as it sounds?"

Pansy chuckles at your dramatic ranting. "Maybe just a smidge pathetic." She teases. She looks up from her magazine and meets your eyes. "You're forgetting someone."

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks. "Please don't," you grumble, "the thought of him with other girls makes me want to throw up." You squeeze the pillow tightly.

"As far as I'm aware he does not have a date." She shrugs innocently, looking back down at the magazine in her lap.

"As far as you are aware." You roll your eyes. "How would you even know?"

"Well Draco hasn't mentioned anything and you know how much he loves gossip."

You chuckled. Your blonde friend did have a reputation as the school's biggest gossip. If you wanted to know anything about anyone he would be the person to ask.

"Well you know Theo," you sighed. You knew Theo- perhaps almost better than you knew yourself- and that's what made this so hard. "He's a private guy."

"Maybe you should just ask him out? Ya know, grab the bull by its horns or whatever."

"And risk him rejecting me and ruining our friendship? I'd rather just be alone tomorrow." You groan and flop back on the bed.

"Just think about it." She replies.

•••

At the same moment, Mattheo, Theodore, and Draco are playing a game of pool in the common room. Mattheo leans over the table, holding the cue stick steady as he lines up his shot.

"So Theo..." Mattheo starts. He hits the cue ball, sending it rolling into another ball with a clink, which rolls into the pocket. "Plans for tomorrow?"

Theodore frowns. Mattheo knew he didn't have plans for tomorrow so why would he bring it up?

"Yeah with your mom" he mutters, leaning over to line up his own shot.

Draco cackles. Mattheo punches Draco in the arm.

"Why didn't you ask someone out? It's not like you have to marry them or anything. Just go out and have some fun." Mattheo shrugs, using his cue stick to lean on nonchalantly.

"There's no one I was interested in asking." Theo shrugged, leaning against a piece of nearby furniture.

Draco scoffs as he hits his shot. "Oh that's the biggest lie you've ever told."

Theo's jaw tightened and his ears turned red. "Shut up Malfoy."

"You two are insufferable." He complains, "just kiss already so the rest of us can move on with our lives."

"Why didn't you just ask [Y/N]?" Mattheo asks.

Draco answers the question for Theo. "Wah I don't want to ruin our friendship. Oh they don't see me like that. Blah blah blah," Draco mocks. Now Theodore punches him in the arm.

"No need to be so aggressive." He pouts, rubbing his shoulder.

The group falls silent as they continue their game but Theodore's mind is distracted by thoughts of you. He wanted so badly to ask you to be his Valentine but Draco was right. He didn't think you saw him that way and he didn't want to ruin the friendship you two had.

•••

You sat at breakfast the next morning, scowling into your coffee. You were in a proper foul mood with reminders of your own loneliness everywhere you turned. The only reason you had gotten out of bed was because Pansy had told you she had a suprise for you and that she would not give it to you umless you did. When you did get up, she presented you with a stuffed animal that read "Best Friends" across it's belly and a box of your favorite chocolates. You had to admit that it was a sweet and kind gesture. You hugged Pansy tightly and thanked her before you both got ready and headed down for breakfast.

Now that you were at breakfast you were regretting your decision. Flowers and heart-shaped boxes and teddy bears surrounded you. Couples holding hands, hugging, and kissing were everywhere you turned. You pretend to be very interested in your pancakes when Draco joined the table, kissing Pansy sweetly. You plaster a smile on your face when Blaise and Daphne walk up hand-in-hand. And when Theodore takes his seat next to you, you don't acknowledge him, which he thinks is odd. You always say good morning to him.

He nudges you lightly with his elbow. "You okay?" He asks, concern lacing his features.

"Just peachy." You grumble, taking a long sip of coffee.

"So what are you up to tonight?" Theo asks.

You sigh heavily. You really didn't want to be telling him this but you can't help the snarky remark that falls from your lips-- "Got a hot date with a bottle of wine."

Pansy snickers from her spot across the table. You shoot her a glare and stick out your tongue.

•••

The day drags by. You try your best to pay attention in class but the excitement of the day has everyone distracted. You find yourself just watching the minutes tick by on the clock.

Theodore studies you rather than his school material throughout the day. He reads the dissappointed expression in your face and it leaves a sad pang in his heart. He had a guilty feeling sitting like a rock in his stomach.

When class ends you practically run to your dorm room. You immedietly shed your school uniform and change into your comfiest clothes. You rummage through your wardrobe to pull out a hidden bottle of wine. You tore open the chocolates and made a bag of popcorn. And when that was ready you crawled under the covers and turned on Tangled, uncorking the bottle and taking a sip.

Theodore is in the courtyard leaning against a pillar and smoking a cigarette. He was mentally kicking himself. God he was pathetic, he thought. He watched a couple walk across the lawn, hand-in-hand. He sighed, putting out his cigarette and stalking off towards the dorms.

You felt a twinge of annoyance when the sound of a knock startled you out of your immersion in the film. You dragged yourself over to the door. You started to say "What do you want," in an angry tone but when you saw it was Theodore, your words died in your throat.

Theodore looked you up and down. You are wearing an oversided hoodie and are holding the stuffed animal Pansy gave you. Your cheeks and eyes were red.

"Are you crying?" He asks, taking a step forward.

You take a step back into your room. You wipe your tears on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. "Don't judge me, it's a heartfelt movie." You grumble.

Theo holds his hands up in defense, "I wasn't judging." He took a deep breath, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I came to apologize," he sighed. "I feel like I messed this up big time."

Your eyebrows draw together, giving him a confused stare. You had no idea what he was talking about.

He sighed again, looking into your eyes with a soft gaze. "I'm sorry. I should've asked you to be my Valentine."

Your eyes trace the features of his face as you take in his words. "Why didn't you?"

Theo ran a hand through his hair. "I- I got in my own head. Convinced myself you wouldn't want me to ask you."

You hug the stuffed animal tight to your chest, twisting your body back in forth slightly as your eyes fall to his shoes.

"Theo.." you say in a small voice. "You were the only person I wanted to ask me."

Theo takes a step forward and you don't take a step back this time. He gently brushes your arm with his fingertips. He angles his head to try to look in your eyes. "I'm sorry. Is there any chance you would give me a do over?"

"Valentine's day is almost over." You mumble, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.

"Well then we can pretend tomorrow is Valentine's day. Let me make it up to you. Please?" His blue eyes are soft and pleading.

"Yeah, okay." You sigh, a soft smile finding its way to your face.

Theo grins in response... before turning around and swiftly walking out of your room and closing the door behind him. Your jaw drops open in shock. 'What the fuck just happened?' Moments later you hear a knock.

"What the--?" Theo is now standing in front of your door, holding your favorite flower out to you.

"[Y/N] will you be my Valentine."

You break into a real smile now, grinning from ear to ear as you except the flower with a soft chuckle. "Of course." You step back gesturing to the room behind you. "Care to join me for a not-Valentine's-day movie night?"

Theo returns your grin and nods.

•••

After that it becomes a special tradition: for as many years as you and Theo date, he never takes you out on the 14th-- always the 15th. 💞

#slytherin boys #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #lorenzo berkshire #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter universe #matteo riddle #Spotify

[it-happened-one-fic]

Thats How You Know - Leona

Author Notes: This fic is actually for the @briarvalleyarchives "Anthems of Old" event. It was inspired by its namesake song, "That's How You Know" from the Disney film Enchanted. It's surprisingly nerve-wracking to be posting a fic for an event, but I had fun writing thing and had to curb the urge to not just rip of the scene from the film. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy.

Type: Fluff/ romantic/ gender-neutral reader/ sfw

Word Count: 1782

“You know he likes you, right?” Ruggie had leaned over to look you in the eye better as he voiced his question, but you looked away as soon as his words registered. 

His question drew a sigh from your lips that didn’t quite match the odd smile on your face as you kept your silence. You weren’t quite able to answer his question, even as Ruggie frowned at your silence.

The truth was that, in a lot of ways, you felt like Leona did like you just as much as you liked him. But he never really did anything to show it if he did, which left you with questions. 

How could you really know if he did like, much less love, you?

Despite what others said, you weren’t certain. You knew you liked him. After all, you’d taken to picking up on his interests, worries, and other such little tidbits that made up the individual that was Leona. They’d affected you, becoming interests and worries of your own.

What had started out as curiosity and wanting to get to know him better had swelled from there. You’d fallen in love with Leona. And while you knew that Leona didn’t hate you, the matter of romantic interest was….. Well, it was a whole other can of worms that you weren’t nearly as confident about.

Or at least you weren’t until recently. 

It had started out simply enough, with a small note being left on your desk on top of a stack of books. The note itself was pinned in an elegant but largely unfamiliar hand and mentioned the upcoming practical magic test.

Something you knew you were going to flunk, what with your lack of ability to practice magic.

But after just a little bit of studying, it became clear that maybe you had a better chance of passing than you had thought. 

The books in the mysterious stack handled the subject well, showing intensive instructions for how to draw an appropriate magic circle that would help you pass the test without having to actually use magic.

That wasn’t what really caught your attention, though. What caught your attention was the signature on the reverse side of the note, which you hadn’t found until you’d given it a closer inspection.

 Elegant and small-lettered, the signature was barely noticeable but easily capable of causing a smile to appear on your face.

Leona Kingscholar.

You’d known he’d helped Ruggie get caught up with the rest of the school in terms of tutoring and having uniforms when he’d first come to NRC, but you’d never expected him to help you.

Perhaps he did care a bit more for your concerns and troubles than you’d thought….

You’d thanked the Savannaclaw housewarden after you’d passed the test, but he’d  brushed off your gratitude with an almost trained ease. 

“You help Jack out with his work, so if I give you stuff, I don’t have to tutor him myself,” A lazy smirk had spread across his features. He’d looked over his shoulder at you as he’d walked off, throwing a final comment back at you, “Less work for me that way.”

His words had caused you to frown slightly, but you shrugged them off. He wasn’t wrong after all. You and the other first-years often studied together to help each other with your problem subjects. If you could teach Jack things, then Leona wouldn't have to worry about it. Though you were pretty sure he’d never bothered with that in the past either.

But what followed the next day had you forgetting your previously dismissive thoughts. 

You and Grim both stared down at the bright yellow flowers that greeted you from your doorstep. At odds with the otherwise dreary day, they smiled brightly up at you from the discolored wood of your porch. They were one of your favorite flowers from the ones you’d seen since coming to this world, simply due to how happy they looked.

You frowned at the blooms even as you knelt to collect them. They were tied with a rough cord, an oddly rugged touch to such a sweet sentiment. 

You fingered the cord slightly before taking them inside to plop in a glass of water before heading off to the botanical garden for Potionology class.

Except when you at last reached the botanical garden, you froze. Staring at the familiar yellow flowers that greeted you, yet again, with smiling faces from alongside jaggedly cut stems that had no doubt been where your little bouquet had once resided.

It could have been a coincidence that Leona spent large amounts of time in the botanical garden where these pretty little flowers, that perfectly matched the color of yellow he wore on his dorm uniform, grew. 

It was a color that was slowly becoming one of your favorites as the days wore on and was possibly one of the reasons you did like these flowers so much

 Either way, the oddness of it all was enough to make you wonder and smile to yourself at the possibilities.

You were still smiling as you were chopping the potion ingredients and you almost missed the grin Ace was wearing when he leaned over closer, “So, anything interesting today?”

You frowned, immediately suspicious since you knew good and well that Ace didn’t bring those flowers when he’d just claimed they aggravated his allergies mere seconds ago.

 His question, though, was incredibly fishy considering that getting a bouquet of flowers from an unknown sender was definitely an interesting start to your day.

“I got some flowers this morning…. Some of those yellow ones you said you were allergic to,” You eyed him skeptically, but he merely snorted.

“Ooh, got an admirer, have we, Prefect?” He bounced his eyebrows at you before laughing at your eye roll and continuing on.

“My day had a weird start too. First thing this morning, Deuce informed me that Jack apparently overheard Ruggie telling Leona that you couldn’t read minds.” 

The redhead’s grin was sly now as he shouldered you playfully, “Weird, huh? Would’ve thought everyone knew that. After all, if you could read minds, you wouldn’t have needed those books to help you with the practical magic test, right?”

You blinked in surprise at the redhead, ignoring the teasing tone he used in favor of thinking about this new information.

The rest of class went by in a blur until Ruggie came trotting over, an exasperated expression on his face, “Y/n, hun, help a guy out?”

You sighed almost immediately at his wheedling tone but found yourself turning to face him anyway, “What is it, Ruggie?”

You were fully prepared for some sort of grand tale about how he had too many jobs and needed help running something to a class or that he’d found some sort of new couple deal and wanted to go on a fake date in the name of sales.

But it was none of those things. Instead, you were met with a sandwich being shoved into your hands, “Give this to Leona for me. I haven’t got the time, and he’s miffed with me anyway. You’re a real pal, bye!”

He was skittering away, waving with his signature snicker, before you even had a chance to object. You glanced Ace’s way only to be met with a rapid head shake, “Oh no, he gave that to you. You’re on your own, Prefect.”

The redhead backed away like you were carrying a bomb and quickly abandoned you to your newfound work. You rolled your eyes at both of the men’s dramatics but turned on your heel, striding towards where Leona always napped with a sandwich in hand. You had some questions you wanted to ask him anyway.

You stepped into the clearing to see him sitting there with some food already in front of him, causing you to frown at the sandwich in your hand.

He looked up at you with his tail flicking in an oddly energetic fashion behind him. Unlike you, he didn’t seem to  be surprised in the slightest bit. In fact, he almost seemed amused by your confusion.

“About time you got here. I’d almost begun to suspect that Ruggie had somehow missed you,” His words were delivered with the customary smirk, and all of the various pieces snapped into place.

“So, the flowers were from you?” You grinned slightly as you sat down across from him and started unwrapping the sandwich in your hand, only to find that, rather than his preferred variety, it was your favorite kind of the sandwiches offered by the cafeteria’s deli. A rare luxury that you couldn’t usually afford.

Leona looked down at the food in front of him and, instead of answering your question, posed one of his own, “So, have you got an answer for Ruggie’s question yet?”

Your eyes widened slightly at his nonchalant question, and your mind went racing back to just a couple of days ago, when Ruggie had been questioning if you knew how Leona felt about you. “You heard him?”

Leona grinned outright at your shock, “Oh yeah, I heard the whole conversation.” He looked up at you, ears twitching almost pointedly as he leaned back. Totally relaxed despite your own embarrassment.

“You ought to pay better attention to your surroundings. Herbivores like you have to be careful if you don’t want someone catching you off guard.”

He was so smug, but you found yourself recovering from being flustered as a thought registered, “But that’s how you came to know how I felt. Right?”

He snorted before leaning forward, entering your personal space with a single easy motion that had your previous confidence failing you, “I already knew. You’d already proved that plenty of times.”

Mercifully, he leaned back, “So, have you got your answer?”

You found yourself smiling slightly at his question this time despite how pleased he seemed with himself.

 Because of course you had your answer. After he’d done so much to prove that he did care and that he paid special attention to you, how could you not?

He’d known that you’d needed help on a test, that you liked those flowers in that specific color, and that you liked this sandwich. They were all little things, but those little things made up who you were. And he’d taken the time to do all of those things just to show you that he did care and did like you because he’d overheard Ruggie’s question and correctly interpreted your own concerns even though you hadn’t voiced them.

 Paying attention to little things like that and taking the time to reassure you…. That's how you know that someone loves you.

#Twisted wonderland imagines #briarvalleyarchives #Leona x reader #Twisted wonderland x reader #Twisted wonderland #anthems of old #event fic #Leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #sfw #fluff #romantic #gender neutral reader #That's how you know #Enchanted film #Disney #Disney TW #twst #Twisted wonderland x you #Twisted wonderland x y/n #Leona x you #Leona x y/n #twst x reader #twst x y/n #twst x you #mentions of Ruggie and Ace #flowers #Savannaclaw #mywritings #fanfiction

[sluttyitgirl]

omgg I completely argee!! I hope you enjoy it! it's a two part story, btw!

JUST YOU AND ME— TREVOR SPENGLER

pairing: trevor spengler x fem!reader

warning: drinking, language, implications of smut? two part story not really checked but it will be edited for spelling errors

request are open

pt.1 pt.2

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" i ask, lucky as I sit in the passenger seat of her car , putting on the finishing touches to my makeup.

Her eyes were on the road , "Yes! it's better than you being at home in your dark living room watching lame as romcoms!" I gasp , "What the fuck! they aren't stupid?" I argue "they are stupid, and your lame for thinking that its the best way to spend your time on a friday night!"

I roll my eyes irritatedly "hey be grateful I'm even in this car right now? I'm literally debating jumping out, " she chuckles.

"Stop it, you look too good right now to even think about ruining your face after jumping out of a moving car, you idiot." she shook her head.

We approached seemingly to a normal looking home. As lucky and I step out of the car making our way closer to the house, the sound of music grew louder, even louder as we actually stepped into the house. The living room was swirling with teens dancing, talking and drinking, as well as party lights flickering near the dj booth.

"Let's go get a drink -" Lucky shouted over the music before someone came over and wrapped their arms around her. "Lucky!! I'm so glad you could make it, girl!" A blonde haired girl cheered.

"Oh my gosh , Jenny! I wouldn't miss it, " she smiled. "Oh, I see you brought a partner!" Jenny came closer to me and engulfed me in a hug. "Hi! I'm Jenny!" she greeted. I nodded and smiled. "I'm y/n," I introduced.

"Well, feel free to get drinks! just have fun, let loose!" she shouted . Lucky and I smiled and nodded at her energy before she walked away.

"Okay! my goal for tonight is to get you drunk and laid!" lucky said with unusual inthusiasm. "Um... weird goal, maybe tone it down a bit?" I scratch the back my neck.

"Come on, you heard Jenny, let loose!" she smiled, "okay , lucky this whole mood of yours is so unlike you. it's kind of scary. " she rolled her eyes at my statement.

"You're like an old lady - no, you're like my grandma!" she pointed , "What?"

As she proceeded to explain how I was like her eighty year old nana, my eyes wandered around the room before settling down on a tall , lanky , curly haired boy.

Trevor roamed aimlessly around the party. He came with his new group of friends who soon left him to do body shots with two hot brunettes. "Dickheads.." he grumbled as he continued to walk around looking around until his eyes landed on one specific girl. His eyebrows raise as he takes in her features, and her body language. soon she's getting dragged away by her friend.

"Okay, let's see what we have here." Lucky scanned the drink table, "Ah! Vodka?" she looked at me, I shook my head. "All right.."

"Lucky you look for something to drink, I need to use the bathroom, okay?" she nodded before I left her side.

I made my way through the crowd, bumping into a few people here and there and getting pushed around. I got pushed too hard. I bumped I to someone by walking backward.

"I am so sorry.." My words slowed as my eyes met with the same ones from when I entered the house.

He shook his head nervously, "no your good! it's fine, " he chuckled. "Sorry, it's just im not really used to how rowdy it is in here," I laugh. he smiled understandably. "No , yeah, I get it. I'm not either, " he nodded.

I nodded asweel before relaising I should've introduced myself. I put my hand out , "im y/n.." I smile as he takes my hand to shake it,"trevor!" he grinned.

Before we knew it we were getting comfortable with each other and getting to know each other on the couch.

"Your sister sounds so sweet, though?" I laughed , drinking my fruit punch that trevor grabbed for us. "Trust me, you don't know her like I do!" he shook his head in an almost warning way.

"Okay! sorry, " I joke . He looked over at me, smirking as I took another sip of my drink. once the cup left my lips, I noticed the way he was looking at me his brows rose in an amussed way that made me start blushing, "What?" I chuckle , avoiding contact.

he shrugs , "Nothing? you're just pretty, " he said softly. I laugh, placing my head onto the palm of my hand as my elbow rested on the couch. He continued to smile at me amusingly, " Oh my gosh! stop that. " I shout, slapping his shoulder playfully. "im not doing anything?" his mouth twisted.

"Yes, you are!" I roll my eyes jokingly, "what am I doing then?"

"You're making a weird face!" she laughs, "what weird face?" he plays dumb

"A face -" Before I even began my sentence, I felt his lips on mine, unleashing a burst of sweetness and warmth. His slightly chapped lips formed with my soft ones while his hand molded around the back of my neck, pushing me closer to him. Getting kissed by a random stranger would've made me so uncomfortably grossed out, but it was trevor, and I already felt connected with him.

Since he was kissing me so passionately, I decided to get comfortable as well . I placed my hand on his shoulder, sooner having my arm wrapped around him.

"Let's get out of here..." he whispers against my neck before pecking small kisses onto it. I ran my hands through his curls. "Just you and me," he adds.

I would've never imagined what I'd do something like this , and before I knew it, I was agreeing with him , "Just you and me.." I repeated before standing up and taking his hand.

#trevorspenglersmut #trevor spengler #trevorspenglerimagine #finn wolfhard #boris pavlikovsky #finn wolfhard fanfiction #finn wolfhard smut #finnw #stranger things #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #miles fairchild #mike wheeler smut

[noroi1000]

F**k your fav part 7 - Bottom Toru

Warnings: NSFW (sex toys, sub Gojo, anal sex)

Summary: According to your list, now you're the dominant one. Why don't you fuck his ass to hear him moan?

"You promised me something. Now you must fulfill your promise."

He looked at you questioningly as he got out of the shower.

"What?" he asked, wiping his hair and body.

A soft penis billowed between his legs.

"Today is the day we agreed to have sex on your list. I can't believe you forgot."

The truth was that you had each type of sex every week.

It's been six weeks since these damn trials started.

This interval was only so that you could properly recover from the previous one.

And after that marathon you must have had a lot of rest...

It's not like he hasn't tried to fuck you in the meantime. You always succeeded.

So your sex routine hasn't changed at all. It was still at the same level as always.

"I did not forget. How could I forget?" he asked with a wild smile. "I'm just taking it easy today. Easy sex tonight, right? So I do everything calmly."

You raised an eyebrow, and went to get his phone where he had the list.

The order was this:

Marathon, then dominance (over him) and only then quiet sex.

Has he forgotten it?

"According to the list, now I dominate you." You said as you put his phone in your pants pocket.

You share your phones, clothes. It's normal, especially with a man who doesn't know such a thing as personal space.

Maybe I'll say it differently. You put on his clothes or he puts you on.

He wouldn't wear women's clothes. Even your socks would be too small for him!

And it's better not to talk about pants that would always be too short for him.

So you share his clothes.

But you had one block.

When you wanted to delete the video from his phone of him fucking you, you realized you couldn't.

That white-haired jerk password-locked the file, and you couldn't get into it...

As long as only he and you knew of its existence, it was fine.

"Tonight is it? I'm ready for some easy sex! Even if I don't have the patience for it!" He said spreading his hands.

There were boxers on his hips. And it saved your sight from sinking lower. For its length.

"Can we postpone it until tomorrow?" he asked as he sighed.

"Probably next week..." You crossed your arms over chest. "We can tomorrow if you want."

"Today. I've already prepared myself."

he sighed.

"Okay, I tried to avoid that. I don't know if I really like the fact that you'll dominate me..." He brushed his white hair.

"Like I said, I like it when you dominate me. However, there is one thing. According to the list, we have to try it."

"Will you ride me until I come? Baby, you'll come first." He chuckled.

You started to leave but stopped to give him a smile.

"No, I won't. Get your ass ready." You told him before starting to walk away.

"Do you want to put something in me?" he asked a little louder.

He remembered what it felt like to have something inside him for the first time. That's why he got a little excited. Because it was fun.

But once he tried a dildo, it wasn't as nice as a real dick.

He didn't have to admit to you that someone had fucked him before. And more than once. He just liked it. Just like fucking someone.

But there was only one person who had a dick and he could have sex with.

The dildo won't be the same. Even if it can be nice and nice, it won't be the same as a big dick fucking him mercilessly.

He hadn't felt the same in a long time, so he didn't even think about doing it himself. Because he was a man. And he won't fuck his ass with toys!

He will fuck you and only you. He will abuse your body until you melt under it.

He won't let his pride get hurt when he says he used to enjoy anal.

He didn't like toys in it because it didn't feel the same.

He preferred one person's real, warm dick.

And that's the only thing he'll let go up his ass.

no one else.

He'll let you this time. But it won't be perfect sex.

He had already succumbed once when he was younger. He liked it, but he wasn't attracted to being fucked by someone else's cock all the time.

He did not agree to it. It was embarrassing that the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer would want that.

No way!

But there is one person he would allow. Because only with this person did he like it. He was only with him and no one else. And when he was about to do that, there was only one person he would agree to.

His best friend.

Maybe he'll agree to do it again? When you agree to have sex with two people...

After all, he knew that you both liked them at first.

You fell in love with both of them, but your boyfriend for years was Satoru.

Maybe you like Suguru too?

Definitely. He agreed for a reason.

After all, they both had nothing against each other.

After all... More than once there has been some rapprochement between them.

They have nothing to repeat it.

After all... Geto Suguru was probably your boyfriend's first love...

He loves you so much. But he also wants you to agree to fall in love with Suguru. He won't force you, but it would be interesting.

He loves you more. It is obvious. But if Suguru falls in love with you and you fall in love with him, he will have no reason to be mad. He will love you both.

Of course, if you both love each other.

Well, he was thinking what it would be like if you fuck him with a toy.

Maybe this will be the first step for you to agree to something more?

Nobody forbids you a little experiment.

Well, he'll set you up on a date.

And then -

"What are you thinking about?" You interrupted his thoughts.

He saw that you were holding a black belt in your hand.

"Nothing. It just reminds me of my youth." He laughed nervously.

Is he going to tell you what happened in his room when he attended Jujutsu High?

"Times of youth? Now?"

"Yes. You know... I was wondering if maybe you'd agree to meet Suguru soon."

"Yes, of course."

"Since he agreed to have a threesome with us..."

You blushed.

"Does he really want this?" You asked.

"After all, he's always liked you. I guess it was the same with you. Do you like my best friend?"

His smile was getting on your nerves.

"You are my boyfriend." you said.

"I wouldn't mind us both being your boyfriends."

You widened your eyes.

Was Satoru really capable of a relationship with the three of you?

After all, he is so often jealous...

Or will it be different with Suguru?

They've been so close for years...

  "Let's change the subject. Let's start preparing for sex."

"huh?"

"What are you fucking me with?"

"You bought a Strap-on. So..."

"Which dildo? Yours? I'd like to finally assess the size of this one!" He laughed.

"You want this? fine. I'll go fix it."

"I'm going to dry my hair. Can you handle it on your own? Shall I help you put this on?" he asked as he took the dryer.

"Have you ever worn a strap-on?" You laughed sarcastically.

"No. I don't need it. I have my dick that's probably bigger than your dildo."

"We'll see..." You whispered as you immediately went to the bedroom, opening the drawer that held your mementos and older stuff. At the bottom of the drawer, a pink dildo.

I grabbed the belt, and he began to attach it to the black belt. After you finished, he entered the room completely naked.

"So how did you do?" he asked as he sat on the bed.

"And you?" You pointed to his lower half.

"Don't worry, I've prepared my butt. Besides, I expect it's not that big."

"You can say that, but believe me, for a virgin ass that size is a lot." You said showing him the toy.

"Your ass was tight, but you stretched perfectly around my cock. You have to admit it was so nice~."

"At first it wasn't at all..." you growled.

He gestured for you to give him the toy.

You threw it to him.

He measured the toy with his eyes and his hand.

"I've had something bigger before. It's not like my dick at all." he said with a smile, and suddenly placed it against his crotch.

He compared his soft cock to this.

"See? It's almost the size of my soft cock. But it's still a little smaller. When I'm hard, it'll be even smaller."

You've noticed that's true.

You always felt that your toy was big. But you didn't think that something that was supposed to be his size was actually thinner and shorter...

He got up and you started undressing.

You knew he was going to be tough soon.

He then put a strap around your legs, fastening you behind your back and thighs.

Stabilizing the toy on your body, he suddenly took a few steps away, looking at your body as the silicone cock protruded from you.

"I never expected to be turned on by the sight of my girlfriend with a dick. But I still prefer the sight of your wet pussy."

"How should I start?"

"Aww~ you are so cute and innocent. You don't even know how to start fucking me~. I'll guide you, okay. But I can tell you it won't be pleasant. You won't feel the toy. That's why I'm offering to put a vibrator inside you, okay?"

He showed you a small vibrator he once put inside you and made you walk around with it around the house while he played with the remote.

Doing household chores was hard with something like this.

But now it could be a blessing for you.

Because watching his cock drool and the toy on your hips disappear into it will surely make you wet as hell.

"Okay..."

As soon as you finished that word, he dropped to his knees, spreading your legs.

Too quickly he put his fingers inside you, curling and holding in you as his practiced mouth released his tongue and he began to work his magic on your clit.

Your back hunched slightly, and then you remembered that he was supposed to be submissive. not you.

Though maybe there's nothing wrong with him playing with your pussy a bit with his tongue.

You grabbed his hair to hold him as his tongue sensually ran over your folds.

But just as you were starting to soften over him, he pulled away.

"I think you're already wet enough for me to put this on. Maybe even a little too wet." He laughed, pulling his curled fingers out of you. There was a wet sound.

He reached for something in the drawer behind you, and smeared the toy with your juices. Before he shoved an egg-like toy tip into you. Leaving a strip of silicone sticking out of you to pull it out.

Your walls offered no resistance. Especially when he pushed the toy into you along with his fingers, pushing it quite deep. Enough for you to feel how it stimulates your sensitive points.

He ran his fingers over the wet muscles in you, feeling you tighten around the toy and his fingers.

And once his fingers were off your body, he tightened around the toy. Holding the toy widened at the top firmly inside you.

Your pussy sucked up the silicone, holding it inside, just like you do with his cock.

Just the sight of your pussy as your entrance tightened after something a little bigger entered inside you was beautiful.

So cute you needed a stim down there.

Unfortunately, you chose to fuck him instead of him fucking you.

"My ass is ready. Lubricant is in the cupboard. Depends if you just want it now."

He said kneeling in front of you.

He looked at the toy with a smile.

Still not as big as it should have been. His cock was already hard.

In the bathroom he stretched his fingers back there. And he also used the lube he keeps in the bathroom in case of emergency sex in the shower.

So it should be fine even without your experience of fucking someone.

"If you naturally had a dick, I'd be sucking you right now. But you're not going to come no matter what I do." He grunted, running his fingers wet from your juices along the plastic length. And suddenly he licked the tip.

You were curious how it would feel if that dick was your real one.

Feel your tongue and mouth...

At times like this, you wonder what it's like to be a man...

He left some saliva on the plastic.

He reached between your legs into the drawer, pulling out a bottle.

Then he got up and climbed onto the bed.

"Do you want me backwards or forwards?" he asked as he knelt down, waiting for your response.

"I don't know..."

"Fine, I'm gonna kneel down and lean out, okay? Maybe it'll be better for you." He said and squeezed a generous amount of lube into his palm and gripped the dildo on the strap against your hips, leaving it slippery.

Then he took some more on his fingertips, and put a large drop on his entrance, slipping two fingers inside very easily.

He really prepared...

So he really knew what he was doing?

His wet hand covered his cock, massaging the hard shaft.

Then he turned his back on you, and he arranged the crooked pillows with his hand.

You were supposed to dominate him. So here you are.

You climbed quickly onto the bed, onto your knees, and he shoved him forward hard, making him fall onto his forearms, clearly showing you his ass.

He had a nice ass. And you couldn't deny it.

His body was as if carved by the best sculptor in marble. Every inch of his body was pretty.

Even his butt...

You placed your hands on his butt, feeling his muscles under skin.

His hips always seemed narrow.

And so it was.

But when you were always very close to Him, you saw that all of Him seemed bigger. So his hips weren't that narrow at all. Although compared to his shoulders, his hips were narrow.

"You want to play dominant, huh... So play while I let you." He laughed.

His hand between his legs massaged his hard cock.

Kneeling down, you tried to insert the toy into him slowly. However, nothing worked because he was too high.

Damn those long bones in his legs.

His femurs are longer. That's why you can't reach his hips properly. If only you were as tall as him...

"Toru, turn around." You said, backing away from him a bit.

"Can't you reach?" He laughed. "I figured it would."

He turned quickly, spreading his legs.

He placed his legs on your hips, giving you a perfect view of his cock in his hand and his ass.

You grabbed the toy with your fingers, gently inserting the tip into him.

And you started shoving the toy into him.

He tilted his head back, closing his eyes for a moment.

And then, as the toy reached its end, you saw his penis quiver in your hand.

He took it very easily.

So you started moving your hips back and forth.

Then he turned on the vibration in you on a medium level with his other hand.

As you thought, it looked sexy as he lay on his back, letting you fuck him.

There is a blush on his cheeks and ears.

You leaned in a little, resting hands on his chest.

Getting a place to lean against and get leverage to move without stopping.

You giggled slightly as he moaned softly.

"Toru ~ do you like this?" you asked with a small smile.

You'd rather ride his dick.

Because now only he feels the pleasure you give him.

And when he fucks you, you feel pleasure and so does he.

You prefer when he fucks you and moves your body the way he wants.

Because you can't find a comfortable place right now.

"Faster..." he moaned as he looked at you.

He looked at the tip of his cock, which released a drop of precum as he stroked himself.

You felt good with the toy inside you.

But you stopped for a moment to adjust your belts.

Then he grunted in displeasure.

He wasn't sure if he would be able to cum quickly just when you were fucking him.

But fucking his fists while the dildo slides over his prostate was a very pleasant combination.

The toy wasn't big enough and your movements weren't very accurate, but it was still enjoyable.

Pleasant shivers run through him as you move your hips forward, digging into him.

Every hard blow to that nice spot made his cock twitch impatiently. As if he wanted to cum from the pleasure he was feeling. However, it wasn't an overwhelming pleasure that sent him over the edge right away. He needed time to build his orgasm.

But when you suddenly hit him hard with the toy, he moaned loudly as the tip dug straight into his prostate.

(You did to him what he is doing to you. You pressed yourself into him harder without warning)

Then you tried to move your hips faster.

Not only because you heard more and more of his moans.

But also because the vibrations in your core forced you to do it.

If only moving faster in it could make you orgasm faster...

"...My little girl wants more...?" he asked, then reached for the toy's remote control and increased the vibration level.

By then you were practically moaning as you moved your hips.

When you move, the toy also moves slightly. That's why... That's why it's even more fun to do...

"Like now...? ...Haaah!" he moaned as you shoved the toy into him, and you held it in one place, jamming it perfectly into a point by his prostate. Grinding against it.

His legs trembled.

He looked at you with glassy eyes of lust. His face and neck were red. 

The dick in his hand was furiously red. Impatient and begging for your attention. For you to sit on it or suck it off.

But alas, he won't get it.

He looked at you questioningly, wondering why you stopped.

Your face was charming and your hips trembled.

He smiled softly knowing you had come and the toy inside you was still working.

You were getting more sensitive.

But then you started moving your hips again, pressing your body hard against his before you sped up.

And with a loud moan he suddenly came, spilling his cum all over his hand and over his belly.

His muscular chest heaved heavily as streams of cum flowed from the top of it.

You grabbed his shaft, running your hand all over his veins, helping him get off his high.

You then pulled the toy out of him, allowing him to get comfortable.

You sat next to him and then lay down, tugging at the silicone left behind your pussy to get it out.

You brazenly put it on the bed, clenching your thighs together, and lay down on his shoulder when he offered it to you.

"I prefer it when you fuck me..." you murmured into his skin.

You started taking the straps off your body and placed the toy on the bed next to you as well.

"And I prefer to fuck you. So how, next attempts I'm supposed to fuck you, right?"

You nodded.

"Today you left my dick neglected so I have an idea. Additional trials. Let's try that too. I'll add it to my list, okay?"

"Fine... But nothing terrible..."

"I'm sure you'll agree to this. I promise. I know you like my cock more than the vibrator. So I'll just fuck you now."

"I'm satisfied with your moans..." You laughed.

"But I prefer to fuck you anyway. Mochi."

He closed his eyes for a moment and then smiled before opening them.

"Could I put some whipped cream on your tits next time and mochi on your pussy?"

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo #gojo smut #f**k your fav

[yakulin]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A/N: I understand my most recent works have been of chainsaw man but I’d absolutely love if you guys would start ‘commissioning’ more csm stories as they are so fun to write!! :33 things will be a tad bit ooc until I get more used to writing several characters at once

Prompt: Denji realizing (androgynous, fmab) reader wasn’t actually a guy like how he thought she was, so for as long as he knew her he treated her like a guy.

Everyone besides Denji was able to figure out you where a girl pretty easily. Himeno sorta did a small test on you. She invited you to go to a hot springs with her and you where a bit hesitant to agree but you went anyways. Kobeni could just tell.. not by looks but by the way you acted so differently from the male devil hunters. Aki realized by your tone of voice.

You had just finished a battle with a low rank devil.. although while it was low rank it sure did cover its gross blood on your uniform. “That devil really did a number on you huh?” Himeno snickered, you rolled your eyes at her. “Shut up, I’m barely holding myself together because I feel that nasty devils blood dripping down my back!” You informed, quickly taking off your uniform jacket and dress shirt, the only thing left is your stained white undershirt. “Don’t be such a baby.. just pretend it’s water” Himeno said, watching squeeze your uniform to get whatever blood you could from it before Aki, power and Denji came back from their mission.

“It isn’t that easy Himeno! You could’ve went with me on the mission as well, just so you’d see how gross this really is” You retorted, shaking your uniform. They’re completely ruined now, and you doubt you’d want to wear it again after washing it.. you’ll probably have to buy a new one. “Which is why I didn’t went” Himeno responded, you stopped shaking your uniform and looked at her in shock. She knew this was going to happen?

“Do you hear yelling?” Denji asked, Power used his shoulder to push herself forward. “Another devil?!” She said loudly only to be pushed slightly by Denji, she did the same thing back only to cause Denji to push Aki. He just looked at the two annoyed. The yelling got louder, they where finally able to distinct the voices. “That sounds like the new guy!” Power said, blissfully unaware about you as much as Denji was.

“Stop it! Reader!!..” Himeno yelled as she tried to keep you from getting any closer to her. You where all wet and gross, so what would’ve been better revenge than to give her a tight hug and get her dirty as well? “Can I not ask for a hug? I thought you loved me Himeno” you cooed sarcastically, trying to bypass her stretched out arms that kept you from getting closer to her.

Aki looked at the scene unsurprised, he was aware Himeno had tricked you to kill the devil on your own purely because of messy it was. “Aki? Are you seriously not going to do anything?! That new guy is trying to touch Himeno!” Denji exclaimed, running after you and Himeno; and unlike Himeno he wasn’t hesitant to jump on you and get himself dirty.

You looked at him up in shock. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You asked him trying to get up but he kept you down, “I’m keeping you away from trying to touch Himeno!” You looked at him confused. Himeno got up from the ground, she grinned. “Reader.. you did know Denji thinks you’re a guy right?” Himeno informed, leaving Denji to be the one confused now. ‘Thinks your a guy? But you are one?’ He thought before looking down at your undershirt.. the blood of the devil was soaked in it just enough for him to notice your bra underneath.

He quickly got flustered from embarrassment and got off of you and you swore you heard Aki laugh.. perhaps you could be hearing things. “Wait she’s serious.. you really didn’t know?!” You asked him surprised.

“No?!”

#csm headcanons #csm x y/n #csm x fem reader #csm x you #csm x reader #denji x reader #denji x y/n #denji x you #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x y/n

[crimsonvictory]

Killshot

MINORS DNI

word count: 7.7k (THIS TOOK DAYS TO WRITE)

tags: the mandalorian, the mandalorian smut, the mandalorian x reader

warnings: sex pollen, dubious consent, CONSENT IS IMPORTANT, being drugged, oral sex, p in v sex, multiple orgasms

notes: love love love my tin can husband

Prompt(s): “Are you wearing my shirt?”

“I really should keep myself away from you.”

Killshot - Slowed + Reverb : Magdalena Bay (listen during the spicy scene)

The mission was only supposed to take 2 days. That’s what he had told you. The Mandalorian, while not the most vocal person, was considerate enough to let you know the time frames of his hunts. He wasn’t completely heartless. It all depended on the bounty. 

This one, in particular, had decided to flee to Ithor, a planet of sacred jungles that prohibited hunting. Smart one, he was. Or so he thought. The Mandalorian always found a loophole. 

You were worried. One, because this bounty had been on the run for a while, playing a game of chase with your partner. And two, plans were taking a lot longer than average.

He was getting frustrated, always just a step behind. This caused some tension on The Crest. You kept out of his way, not wanting to upset him further. You had convinced him to take a small break after this particular hunt. It took a lot of coaxing, but he begrudgingly agreed. The Crest needed a lot of groundwork repairs, and food was running low. 

A few days off sounded great to you. You had been working non-stop ever since joining the clan of one. That had been over a year ago. You didn’t mind the work, even though it could be a bit frustrating at times. Your boss didn’t speak much, but over time, you got pretty keen on reading his body language. You only spoke when you thought was necessary. He didn’t seem to mind you after the 6-month mark. He had even attempted a chuckle at one of your jokes. You got the job done and stayed out of his way. That’s what he hired you for.

The Mandalorian wasn’t an unkind man, he was just - isolated. He had been his whole life. “This is the Way,” was his answer to your questions. You didn’t pry into his life, and he didn’t pry into yours. The relationship was strictly business (for the most part).

You had always wondered what he looked like. He held himself in a way that was very attractive (you learned this early on in your career). Something about a man hidden from the world and having to show what he needed through his body struck something inside of you. He never needed to make an effort to make himself announced. Your peers would move on their own accord. You felt safe with him, even with the hundreds of eyes staring at the both of you. 

His body language gave what he was thinking away. But only someone who spent most of their time with him would be able to discern what he was portraying. The way his shoulders would tense when you were working on the main panel in the cockpit - be careful. A small tilt of the head towards you when asking the locals for information - can you believe these people?

 It was a fun little game between the both of you. It had blossomed just a few months ago. Although not much was spoken, his demeanor had changed. You could tell. Your demeanor had changed too. You were beginning to develop feelings for him.

And how could you not? You spent every day for the last year getting to know him. You knew his routine, and he yours. It was awkward at first, running into each other at the fresher, bumping into each other when climbing into the cockpit to answer a holo from Karga. It took some time to get used to each other’s presence. 

You enjoyed his company. He was a great listener. You tried not to talk his ear off, but being cooped up for days at a time took its toll on you. As a human, you needed another human contact. You craved it. It was obvious to you that he did too, but he was better at pushing down that need than you were.

Just a few days earlier, he had placed his hand on the small of your back when leading you through the crowd of Morak. Your cheeks had gotten hot, seeing eyes watching you wade through the crowd. He must’ve noticed your heat signature, leaning down to ask, “Is everything okay?”. You had nodded, picking up the pace to try and get to your destination.

You couldn’t keep doing this. You had to tell him how you felt. But you couldn’t do that. He would kick you off of the ship in a heartbeat. So you pushed it down. 

Your worry was growing, however. 2 days, that is what he told you the timeframe would be. It had been 4. The Mandalorian was never late.

Day 1.

You had seen him off, waiting by the entry door and telling him goodbye. He was huffier than usual, stressed about the latest bounty. He was addicted to the chase, not giving himself a break to process the events. He had told you he would be back in 2 days and to keep a lookout for him. You would have to leave the planet early to avoid detection of bounty-hunting.

You spent the first day working on some repairs in the cockpit. With the Mandalorian gone, you were able to work on his side of the pit, fixing the chair that had stopped swiveling and replacing some of the knobs for the flight controls that had required maintenance. 

It didn’t take you long. Climbing back down the ladder, you sorted and organized the crates resting in the hallway. They had been sitting there since your visit to Tatooine two bounties ago. They were heavy, and you ended up getting super sweaty. You stripped off your top, leaving you in your pants and a breastband.

A few hours later, the crates were put in the correct spots and the hallway was now clear to move through.

You were tired after all of the moving, so you went to bed early after showering. You kept the comm open, awaiting any word from Mando.

Day 2.

You reached out to him, eager for a response. He was supposed to be back today. Radio silence. 

You kept the comm close, in case of any word. This day, you spent your time cleaning up your living area and washing any dirty laundry that had accumulated. You were in desperate need of some clean clothes, down to a breastband and a pair of thin shorts. On your next stop, you reminded yourself to get some new clothes with your credits.

After your clothes were in the wash, you padded across the hallway to Mando’s quarters. You had never been inside and didn’t want to pry, but you thought it would be a nice gesture to wash his underclothes for him.

His room was not locked, so you stepped inside, searching for his laundry basket. The smell of him filled your nostrils, mahogany and black vanilla, with just a hit of gunpowder. Your heart clenched. You missed him. 

You made haste of finding his laundry hamper and quickly stepped out of the room, shutting it behind you. You were blushing, why did he have such an effect on you?

After transferring your clothes to the dryer, you placed his inside, keeping one shirt in particular out of the wash. He had worn it the other day under his armor, so it wasn’t particularly dirty. It smelled of him. You kept it close, eventually putting it on after your shower that evening. It made you feel safe.

That evening, you reached out again to him.

“Mando? Can you hear me? Are you nearby?”

Silence.

Again.

You tried again.

Nothing.

He didn’t give you a specific time, but the sun was going down. You opened the door to the Crest, sitting on the edge of the ramp, watching the sun go down. 

Once it was dark out, you stayed until the early hours of the morning, trying the comm in 30-minute increments. You got nothing.

You didn’t sleep much that night.

Day 3

You were getting antsy. At first light, you climbed on top of the Crest. It was a rather cool day despite residing on a jungle planet. You brought your binoculars and a blanket to spread across the top. You watched for him all day, unable to move from your spot. 

It was only when it started to storm that you were forced to go back inside. You were clueless about what to do. Your anxiety was so bad that you ended up being sick, and stayed in the bathroom fresher for about an hour. When you cleaned up, you put Mando’s shirt back on, got a glass of water, and returned to your room.

Day 4

You had made a routine, waking up, reaching out, and then trying to go about your day. You had decided to work on ground repairs early, keeping a lookout while maintaining the cooling panels on the outside of the ship. You were jumpy, looking wildly at any noise that came your way.

It was a hard decision, but you ended up venturing out into the city, as you were low on resources. You had made sure to keep a lookout for anyone (particularly a shiny one) in the jungle, and also kept your face covered.

Upon arriving at the markets, the smells of fresh produce and warm pastries overcame you. You were so hungry, and a purple plum-shaped fruit looked very inviting. You made your way over, eyeing the delicacy.

“Care to try one?” the vendor asked nicely.

“Uhm, yes please,” you replied quietly.

She handed you a sample of fruit to try, it had been diced and placed in a small bowl. You brought a piece up to your mouth, slipping your hand under your face covering.

The juices from the fruit exploded on your taste buds. It was the perfect mixture of sweetness and tartness. Your mouth puckered at the flavor. The sharp taste of the juice lingered even after you had swallowed it, making you want another bite. It mellowed after a moment or two. The vendor chuckled at your reaction.

“Delicious, no?” you nodded your head, exchanging credits for two whole fruits.

One for you. One for Mando. You hoped he would be returning soon. You thanked the nice vendor and asked for directions for some other items you were looking for. She was kind enough to explain the details of each stall to you. You gave her a tip for your troubles.

While the market was small, it was full of trinkets. Many that you wanted to take home with you, but decided against it. You did, however, grab a few puffed pastries and some decadent cheeses to take back to the Crest.

You were hoping it would tide you over until your next stop. If your partner ever decided to return. Time passed quickly in the market and you were glad that it took your mind off of the slow rising dread in your stomach. You finished your shopping and made your way back to the Crest.

After placing your bought items in the small pantry space, you decided to wait for him. Hoping today would be the day that he would be back. You were very tired, staying up late and waking up early to watch for him. You repeated what you had done the day before, stretching a blanket out on the ramp of the Crest and watching for any sign of the Mandalorian. The sound of the rain was comforting, and after curling up in your blanket, you fell asleep.

--

A loud yell awoke you from your slumber. You were disoriented, vision blurring before trying to focus itself as you sat upright. You scrambled to get up on your feet, grabbing your blanket and trying to hit the lever on the ramp door. You should have never fallen asleep with the door open.

How long had you been asleep?

A yell and another crash came from a distance. It was hard to see with the downpour of rain. The sun was also beginning to set, twilight approaching within the hour. You thought you caught a glimpse of silver. No.

Wait.

Yes. YES! 

It was The Mandalorian, and he was making his way through the small clearing. The bounty was hogtied behind him, forced to be drug across the jungle floor. He was fighting with every step your partner took, making his job even harder.

“Mando!” you exclaimed, excited to see him.

His helmet shot up at your words and he readjusted his grip on the rope and yanked the bounty up and over his shoulder. He was alive. Always found a loophole.

You smiled as he neared, relieved that he was okay.

As he began walking up the ramp, you noticed he was heaving. Mando usually never had trouble carrying a bounty in, especially one of this size.

You outstretched a hand, worried. “Mando?” you questioned.

He recoiled from you, almost nearly pushing you out of the way as he made his way to the bounty chamber.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Did he just -?

You padded after him, a bit wary.

“Mando what the-,” he cut you off.

“Stay away from me,” he rasped, holding a hand out.

“Stay away- What do you mean? You’ve been away for four days!” you cried out.

“Stay away from me,” he repeated. “Something’s not right.”

You stepped back to take a look at him. He was trembling. You couldn’t depict from what though. His body heat was radiating within the small room.

He turned away from you, fumbling with the buttons on the carbonizing chamber.

“Mando, you’re burning up,” you said. Reaching a hand out to hover over an open space between his beskar.

He waved you off. “I’m fine.” He was breathing heavily, tightening his grip on the bounty and punching in the code for the chamber.

“Let me help you at least,” you mentioned, stepping forwards. 

His hand raised again, almost in fear. “NO.”

You flinched at his words, taking a horrifying step backward.

“Please,” he begged. “Get us ready to depart.” you took one final look at him before huffing and making your way to the cockpit.

You could hear him crashing about downstairs, throwing the bounty within the freezing chamber, slamming the heavy, metal door shut, and the sounds of armor being yanked and tossed carelessly on the floor. The coordinates had been put in the system, awaiting your approval of the button. Your hands were shaking, hovering above the command.

You didn’t press it quite yet, stepping back down to check on the situation.

It had suddenly gotten quiet and you had no sight of him. Also, most of the lights had been shut off, leaving the Crest feeling very off.

“Mando?” you called out quietly, creeping down the darkened hallway of the Crest.

Each hallway had a small emergency light. You watched your shadow grow and shrink as you tiptoed down the hallway. You kept your head on a swivel, listening for your partner.

No response.

“M-Mando?” you cleared your throat. “I, uh, I don’t what’s wrong with you. I mean- there’s nothing wrong with you I just -”, you rambled, still searching.

“Spit it out, already,” he grouched, the sound of his voice turning your viewpoint in a circle.

You began to walk back the way you came, still searching blindly in the dark. Where was he coming from?

The fresher door to your right was yanked open abruptly, causing you to stumble backward. Your heart lurched and your hand immediately flew up to your chest.

You hadn’t even thought to check the fresher. The lights weren’t even on. What the hell was he doing in there?

“You’re gonna have to tie me up,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Ex-Excuse me?” you asked, incredulous. His words took you completely off guard.

You took yet another step backward, eyes scanning his form. He seemed normal, aside from the verbiage spilling out of his mouth. It was hard to see him in the shadows, though.

He shifted to the side, casting a small glow from behind him. The light illuminated his figure like a halo. You also noticed that his gloves were missing. Immediately, you fixated on his hands.

It was the first time you had ever seen his skin. He was tanned, despite never showing his body to the sun. His hands were large, with long, thick fingers flexing by his sides.

Oh, Maker.

“You heard me. I really should keep myself away from you,” he said, voice dropping a hint.

Your mouth fell open of its own accord. Something was seriously, seriously wrong. Your partner never spoke to you like this.

“Maker, I can’t do that-” you began. “Did you hit your head or something? What is going on?” you asked, keeping your distance.

He took a step towards you, speaking matter-of-factly for the second time.

“Do I have to repeat myself? Are you listening to me?”

You felt heat travel to the tips of your ears. You tried forming a sentence, but your brain was too confused to form even a sound.

“What can I even-” he pushed past you, digging through the pile of armor, and held up his cuffs. 

You don’t know how he was even able to see very well in the dark. Then you remembered, that his helmet was more of an aid than a hindrance.

“These, are magnetized. They’ll attach to any wall on the ship. Let’s pick one before it progresses.”

You quickly made haste of finding a place for him. After negotiating with him to turn the lights back on so you could see. Your brain was trying to fill in the pieces of the puzzle that you desperately needed. There was no given clue as to what was going on. But that sense of dread was filling up in your stomach again. You tried to make things comfortable but he shut that down quickly.

“We don’t have time for that,” he chastised.

He sat with his back against the wall, sans armor except for his helmet. His body temperature was rising again and he was beginning to sweat. You tried your best to make him comfortable, placing his arms out to the side to relieve them. No matter what position, it wasn’t going to be comfortable. You had to accept that.

You sat back on your heels, scanning his visor. His chest was starting to heave again, and you wanted so badly to help. You were lost, feeling defeated.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, tilting his head back, voice a bit breathy. “Start the course.”

You ignored him, asking him if he was hungry instead. It was a bit of a silly question, but you figured a distraction may help. He denied your request.

“Mando, when was the last time you have eaten?” you pressed.

He remained as stoic as the given situation would let him. That answered your question. You made a disapproving sound and made your way to the small kitchen, washing and dicing the fruit that you had enjoyed earlier.

Making your way back to the hallway, you sat down in front of him with the bowl of fruit. His head tilted in your direction, watching you cautiously.

“What is that?” he rasped, a bit hesitant.

“Some fruit I picked up in the market today,” you concluded.

He sighed, frustrated.

“Mando, I was running out of food. It wasn’t like I wanted to go out without you,” you explained, watching for any signs in his body language.

He remained mostly the same, shifting a bit to try and get comfortable. You watched him, trying not to make obvious eye contact. You figured he had to be hungry. But, with the situation at hand, you realized he couldn’t feed himself.

You blushed, gripping the bowl of fruit.

“I uh, just realized that-“ you started.

“Feed them to me,” he said lowly, picking up on the dilemma you were facing.

Your eyes shot up to his visor, searching for anything. It’s not like you could read his facial cues, but his body seemed relaxed, inviting.

“Your helmet-“

“It can stay on, just reach your fingers under here,” he breathed.

That warm feeling in your lower stomach ignited. This was very intimate. The Mandalorian guarded his anonymity because it was the decision of life or death, of his religion, his whole framework of what made him who he was.

“I dunno if I should,” you said.

His visor found your eyes and he situated himself again, just beckoning you to come closer. He was hypnotizing, and your fantasy of being close to him was coming true. You internally told yourself that you would keep a level head and if things got dodgy, you would immediately stop things.

You slowly crawled forwards, situating yourself between his legs, yet still keeping a bit of distance between you and him. Grabbing a piece of fruit with shaky fingers, you guided it up to his helmet, slipping them underneath the open space above his chin.

It took a moment but you found his mouth, gently pressing the fruit to his lips. As soon as he took the fruit, you yanked your hand away, cheeks burning.

He hummed at the taste, a sign that it was good.

“Isn’t it good?” you questioned, grabbing another piece and guiding it to his mouth again.

He took the fruit once more, nodding his head. He was watching you, almost in a predatory gaze. The gap closed a bit between you, and you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body. He was alluring - drawing you in closer. Your breath caught in your throat. You reached for another piece of fruit, pressing it to his lips.

They were plump and soft. You tried not to linger, but it was inevitable. This time, when he took the fruit into his mouth, he took your two fingers as well, sucking the juice from them.

He groaned softly and your cheeks went ablaze. His tongue gently swirled around your digits, claiming every last drop from the fruit. He released them once he was certain the juice was gone.

Your fingers were stained from the fruit, but you didn’t mind. Your lips parted slightly, eager to have him repeat what he just did.

“Careful,” he chided. You were embarrassed and pulled back a bit.

You had to clear your head. What were you doing? This was your boss, for crying out loud. You leaned back, clearing your throat and remembering the situation at hand.

“Mando, earlier you wanted me to stay away from you. What’s going on?” you asked.

“Feed me another piece of fruit and I’ll tell you,” he replied.

You kept your distance this time, slipping a piece of fruit between his lips. His tongue gently caressed the pads of your fingers, licking the juice away.

“Dart of some kind. The bounty got the upper hand for a moment and got in between my beskar. I should be fine. It’ll take a few hours to wear off,” he explained.

Your eyebrows raised with worry. “You don’t know what kind of dart?” he shook his head.

“I could do some research-“ you offered.

“No, I’ll be fine,” he pressed out.

You watched his chest begin to rise and fall like his breath was laboring. You raised another piece of fruit to his lips, pushing it past them and allowing him to savor the taste.

He groaned again and tilted his head back, helmet thunking against the hull wall. His body language was starting to change, heat radiating off of him.

It felt like you were close to a furnace. He had begun to tremble again.

“Mando, I really think we should do some research on this thing.”

“I already know what it is,” he murmured, sounding a bit defeated.

It was yet again your turn to be confused. You watched him, shaking your head as an indicator of confusion.

“A-Aphrodisiac.” he stuttered out, turning his line of sight as far from you as he could. “Get the course started, we need to get out of here.”

You could only stare, mouth falling open. An aphrodisiac was something that you had heard little of, but you knew the basics. Some had gone severely ill in the mental department from lack of treatment.

“Go up to the cockpit and get. us. out.” he pressed, shifting against his restraints.

Clueless about what do to, you felt bad leaving him, but you stood up to make your way to the cockpit. You took one look at him before leaving, and he was trembling - fighting the agents of the dart.

You made your way up the ladder and sat down in the pilot’s seat. Your hands kept shaking. Nerves. Once you took a few deep breaths, you pressed the button to okay your destination. The next process was to get autopilot online.

You couldn’t get your thoughts straight. Your employer is spread out on the floor just below you. Almost nearly naked. He never was without his armor. It was his security blanket. And the fact that the only piece he had on was his helmet had you thinking…

Focus.

Pressing the according buttons to fire up the autopilot feature, you went through the timely process and soon began to feel the ship rise into the atmosphere.

You also took the time to research the background of aphrodisiacs, skimming through the length process and some side effects. The bad news was that it differed with each agent. An increase in body temperature and muscle trembling were two of the symptoms.

Once you made your way back down to the hull, you noticed a clear change in Mando’s demeanor. He wasn’t trembling anymore, he was relaxed, leaning against the hill wall. Resembling a lothcat in the sun. The bowl of fruit was long forgotten. That was until his eye caught sight of you.

“Hey, pretty thing,” he cooed, getting your attention.

Your head whipped around, almost giving yourself whiplash at his words.

“Mando?” you whispered, keeping your distance.

“I feel a lot better since you left. Almost back to normal. I think I’m okay to be released now,” he purred, relaxing even further against the wall.

“I don’t think-” you started.

“Oh, but I am. I am pretty thing. You should let me go,” he was selling himself, and it was almost working.

No, that couldn’t be right. There were stages to these aphrodisiacs. And everyone was different. You didn’t know the full progress, but with brief scannings, you saw that the drug would plateau before peaking again.

“No, Mando, I can’t do that,” you stated.

“Please,” he whined. “I’ll be good. I can make you feel good. Don’t you want that, little bird?”

Your stomach fluttered at his words. This wasn’t Mando. This was something, no someone else.

“Look at me,” he commanded. You obliged.

He spread his legs wide, just beckoning you to come closer.

“Come sit on my lap, little bird. Feel how much I want you.” he thrust his hips upwards.

Oh.

“Mando, I-.” you shook your head. “I can’t- I can’t do this. You’re not in the right mind.” 

He whined. “I’ll be good. I promise.” Mando tugged at the restraints.

 You could not, in whatever good morals the Maker set, do this. But there was a nagging notion in the back of your mind. You could help him.

 He was struggling against the restraints, getting frustrated that he couldn’t free himself.

 “Let me go!” he yelled, straining himself against the handcuffs.

 You watched the muscles in his upper arms ripple, making the metal groan with force. The Mandalorian was breathing heavily with the effort, trying to sit upright to gain his footing.

 He was going to get out.

 You had to stop him.

 “Mando,” you called out, distracting him for a moment. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

The Mandalorian huffed, relaxing as you slowly made your way over to him. You picked up the bowl of forgotten fruit. There were a few pieces left.

“Relax and I’ll feed you the rest of this fruit,” you whispered, wary of what he was going to do next.

He reacted immediately, listening to your command and relaxing back into the wall to the best of his ability. You closed a bit of distance, hesitantly reaching a piece of fruit under his helmet yet again.

He wasn’t gentle like last time, snatching the fruit and your fingers into his mouth like he was starved. A low groan rumbled past your fingers as his tongue swirled around them. When he released them, you could feel his lips twitch up into a smile.

“Mmm…tastes good,” he complimented.

Your cheeks burned once more.

“Come closer, I won’t hurt you, little one,” he murmured, lulling you into a false sense of security.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was like you were in a trance, unable to pull yourself away from him. He was enchanting, and the contact that you craved was finally being fulfilled.

There were two pieces of fruit left. You grabbed one and fed him again. It was addicting to hear the sounds you were pulling from him.

“Release me,” he murmured, tugging on his restraints. “I want to touch you.”

You knew this was too good to be true. He could sense your apprehension.

“Don’t you want this? I see the way you look at me, little one,” he drawls.

His voice makes you melt. You look at his visor, trying to find where you think his eyes would be. You begged the Maker above to forgive you.

You released one restraint. It was a mistake.

His arm quickly wraps around your side, tugging you forwards. You yelp, throwing a hand up to land on his chest to steady yourself. It took you by surprise.

You notice he’s breathing heavily again, his body arching up to meet yours. Any contact he can get. Desperate.

“Come sit on my lap, pretty girl. Let me look at you,” he coos, tugging at you again to get you as close as possible.

You already know your face is on fire. He chuckles, running his fingers across your ribs.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he quips, spreading his fingers across your side.

His line of sight hasn’t left your side, watching his own hand stroke up and down over the downy undershirt of his you are wearing.

“I uh, missed you,” you blurt out, looking down.

How. Embarrassing.

His thumb and forefinger lift your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with his visor. The Mandalorian pets your chin with his thumb, tutting softly.

You shift awkwardly in his lap, feeling his want for you. He groans, pressing his hips upwards against your core.

A gasp escapes you and you bite your lip, attempting to be quiet.

“Don’t be quiet, let it out. Be a good girl for me,” he murmurs.

A flood of heat rushes to your core, and your panties are wet. Where was this side of him coming from?

“Mando- I-,” you choke out, wanting so badly to touch him, but afraid of his reaction.

“I know,” he coos, “I know, I’ll make you feel better.”

This was the wordiest exchange between you and your partner. You weren’t complaining. You lay a hand on his chest, sliding it upwards to rest at the nape of his neck.

He keens, leaning into your touch. You decide to be brave, pulling his shirt down and exposing more of his neck.

His skin is beautiful, spattered with a galaxy of moles and freckles. You lean forward, placing your lips hesitantly against his skin. He’s burning up and nearly begins to writhe when your lips come in contact with his bare skin.

Sweat has pooled in the dip of his collarbone. Something feral washes over you and you dip your tongue down before licking a stripe up his neck. The noise that comes from him is absolutely pathetic.

You feed off of it, wanting to hear it again. You bite down in the crease of his neck, feeling his hips jolt upwards at the sensation. He whines again. There it is.

“F-Fuck,” he stutters out, tipping his head back as far as the restraints allow.

He’s fighting the restraints, pulling against the one holding him away from you. The aphrodisiac is firing up quickly, aided by your physical touch.

“I want to kiss you-,” you whisper into his neck, placing kisses in between words.

“Kiss me then,” he replies, almost slurring his words.

The code. You couldn’t.

“I can't.” you remind him.

He lets out a frustrated sound, pulling against the restraint again. He shifts his weight, almost pushing you off of him before standing up.

“What are you-“ you yelp, looking up at him.

“Getting rid of this fucking-,” he pauses, pulling the magnetized restraint off of the wall and disabling it.

He turns away from you, disappearing down the hallway. You sit there confused, especially when the hull is immediately engulfed in darkness. Searching frantically, you startle when you feel a pair of hands on you.

He shushes you, pulling you close to him. You relax instantly, placing a hand back on his chest again. A hydraulic hiss and a loud metal clanging on the floor. startles you once more.

Oh, Maker.

You reach up quickly, placing your hands on his face. You nearly moan at the thought. A man on his knees for you, breaking his personal beliefs to kiss you.

Your hands trace his face, taking in every detail to memory that you can. He has a strong, aquiline nose, and from what else you can feel- a mustache. His brows feel prominent, and his lips- oh his lips. Plush, how you had felt them earlier.

“You- you feel, very handsome. Like I imagined,” you comment, barely above a whisper.

You are on your knees, almost touching the man before you. He slides a hand up your back, spreading his fingers around the base of your neck and pulling backward. This action exposes your neck and pulls a gasp from your throat.

He shifts then, leaning over you and placing hot, wet kisses against your skin.

You mewl.

“Like you imagined, hm?” he chuckled, continuing the devotion on your neck.

You sigh, wrapping your fingers around his bicep. The muscle flexes underneath your touch. His other hand slides lazily down your torso, eventually stopping at the hem of your (his) shirt and tugging it upwards.

The air in the Crest has become cool due to the drifting in space. Goosebumps scatter across your skin and you move closer to him, leeching the warmth from his body. His shirt is thrown over your head and to the floor.

He readjusts his grip on you, allowing his free hand to roam your uncovered skin. The span of his fingers stretches from your hip to just under your breastband. You shudder, imagining his hands exploring other places.

His hand slides back up your body and pauses at your breastband, almost hesitant. You mirror his path with your one hand, lacing your fingers together and giving him a nonverbal “okay”. He lifts your breastband up and over your head, allowing your breasts to fall naturally back in place.

The Mandalorian kisses down your chest, his soft lips caressing your skin. Before you know it, he has taken your nipple into his mouth, sucking softly. You come undone, sliding a hand into his hair and gripping rather tightly.

A groan leaves his lips and he nips the bud gently, a shock running down to your core. You gasp, arching into his touch. It’s relentless. You can’t get enough. Your panties are soaked by now, and you’re whining, needing attention elsewhere.

He gets the hint, lowering you gently to the cool floor. It feels good on your overheating skin. He continues praising your nipples, switching between the both of them, using his mouth and hands to stimulate them.

You’re heating up from the inside, almost in embarrassment, but you don’t care. It feels so good to be praised, worshipped, loved.

His hands travel south, and his lips aren’t far behind. He reaches your hips, taking both hands and pushing your legs open. They’re shaking in anticipation. You feel him lean down and press a kiss to your inner thigh before biting down.

You yelp at the sensation, it’s over just as quickly as it started with a soothing swipe of his tongue. He repeats this again and again, marking the soft part of your thighs with his teeth.

“Mine,” he growls.

His nose ghosts over your panties and he inhales, taking in your scent before turning his attention to your other thigh. You’re losing your damn mind. His body heat is making you sweat. He’s got your legs spread as far as they can go and still has not given you the attention that you really need.

“Mando-“ you whine, trying to shift your hips upwards.

He chuckles darkly, taking his forearm to press your hips back down.

“What’s the matter, honey?” he asks, mockingly. “Am I not giving you enough attention as it is?”

You shake your head, forgetting he cannot see you. He nips your thigh sharply.

“Answer me.”

“I-I,” you start. “I want you-“ you blush, glad the darkness is covering your face.

“Honey, you’ve already got me,” he rasps.

Taking you by surprise, his index fingers pull your panties to the side. He feels your wetness and groans.

“So fucking wet for me already.”

You can’t help but moan at his words.

The Mandalorian then leans down and licks a fat stripe up your folds. You gasp, carding your fingers into his hair and tug hard. The noise that comes from him is animalistic.

He wastes no time, eating you out like a man starved. He alternates between slow, long licks from your clit to your entrance and fast figure-eights through your folds. It feels fucking fantastic.

Your legs are beginning to shake. The darkness is heavy on your body and you’re gasping for air. At one point you hear a faint ripping, and the restriction of your panties is no more.

A familiar pool in your belly is forming, and it’s coming quickly. You try and warn him, but you can’t even form a coherent sentence. His tongue dips down and into your hole, fucking fervently. Your orgasm comes in waves, crashing wildly and stealing your breath. You’re gasping for air and raising your hips to his mouth, riding out your pleasure.

You hear him murmuring words of pleasure against your cunt and you sob, never wanting it to end. You come down after about a minute, breathing heavily and sated.

He gives you one final kiss on your folds before crawling back over your body. You can’t even see him, it’s so dark. You reach out in the darkness for him, finding his face and placing a hand there. He leans down and you can smell your arousal on him. He crashes your mouths together, kissing you forcefully.

“Taste how fucking good you are,” he growls, biting your bottom lip before licking into your mouth.

You clench around nothing, moaning into his mouth. He’s fucking feral for you, and you cannot get enough. You card your fingers through his hair again, tugging roughly and returning his energy while kissing him.

He whines, loving the attention you’re giving him. His large hand has found its way to your throat, gripping slightly, but not choking - just a placeholder. Your hand mirrors his, lacing your fingers together. He leans down in your ear, whispering filthily,

“Are you gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy?”

You moan, nodding.

“Answer me, little one.”

“Y-Yes,” you gasp out.

“Good.”

His other hand slides down your body, cupping your cunt. His thick fingers slide through your folds, just dripping in arousal. He navigates your entrance in the dark, gently thrusting his finger inside, and bites down on your ear.

You whine, feeling full already. There’s no way you can take him. He takes his time, stretching your walls to accommodate him. He whispers filthy words in your ear, his breath hot. You notice he’s trembling again, you don’t know how he’s lasted this long. Despite the drug raging through his veins, he is very gentle with you.

Once you tap his chest, a silent “okay”, he shifts back over you, lining himself up with your entrance. He begins to push inside and you’re clawing at his arms. He’s fucking huge, and you’re breathing begins to stutter. You clench your eyes tight, begging your body to relax. Even with your arousal, it’s a bit of a stretch.

He senses your hesitation, reaching out to pet your hair and reassure your worries.

“Doing so good for me, honey. Just relax.”

He repeats his mantras, petting your side until your breathing slows. He’s fucking trembling from holding himself back. Mando gives a cautionary thrust and throws his head back, moaning.

You mimic him, feeling the pain slowly burn into pleasure. He starts slow, gripping your hips and pulling all the way out before thrusting back inside. You grab his forearm, anything to give you an anchor. He picks up the speed at the sound of your moaning. It feels so fucking good. You want to kiss him again. You want to be as close to him as possible. You want your bodies to become one and stay that way forever.

You tap his arm, getting his attention. He stops, squeezing your hand back for reassurance. You get up, pushing him back on his knees and climbing into his lap. Reaching your hand back, you find his length and line him back up with your entrance, slamming back down, needing him inside.

You both moan simultaneously, missing the burning of pleasure, even if just for a few seconds. He slides his hand up your back, gripping the back of your neck and grabbing a handful of hair. He pulls, making your body arch towards him. He attacks your neck with his lips, all teeth, and tongue. Traveling down to your breasts again, he takes one in his mouth as he fucks up into you.

You clench around him, meeting his upwards thrusts with your downwards ones. Your stomach is burning again, reaching another climax. The Mandalorian sucks on your breasts, rolling your nipple around his tongue. You mewl, holding the back of his head. His thrusts are nearly brutal, reaching up so far inside that you won’t be able to walk the next day. You don’t even care.

You’re both drenched in sweat, the drug making him burn like a furnace. His thrusts begin to get sloppy, an orgasm approaching. One, two, three thrusts and he’s coming inside of you, yelling your name. You clench down around him, milking his pleasure. He’s breathing heavily, trembling from such a long build-up.

He licks a stripe up your neck, laying you back down on the cool floor. You sigh. He’s not done with you yet. He slips out of you, leaving you feeling so empty. His mouth is on you again, cleaning up the mess he made.

You cry out, overstimulated. He’s slow and steady, thrusting his tongue inside of you to get the remnants of his seed out. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his arms are locked around them, not allowing you to move.

You’re squirming in his touch, gasps leaving involuntarily. The burning in your stomach returns and a few moments later you come again. Your ears start ringing and it’s hard to catch your breath. This one is short but even more powerful than the first one. Your body seizes up, riding the pleasure for a short moment.

You crash back down to reality, noticing your heavy breathing in the darkness. The Mandalorian is humming against your skin, rubbing soft circles into your thigh.

“There, little bird. Doing so well for me,” he coos, crawling back up your body and placing a few long kisses on your mouth.

You’re nearly out of it, but his lips feel so good. So soft and careful. His cock brushes against your thigh, still hard. It’s going to be a long fucking night. You’re spent, wanting nothing but to sleep.

He brushes your sweaty hair out of your face, cooing and praising your performance. He doesn’t sound as pained, almost sated, relaxed. The drug must be plateauing. He coaxes you in his lap again, this time with your back to him.

He takes on your full weight, wrapping one hand around your neck and one around your torso. He pushes back inside and you groan. He’s careful this time, thrusting lazily and building your orgasms up slowly. You're trembling, barely able to hold yourself up.

“Just one more for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin, kissing your shoulder.

You sob, overwhelmed and not wanting it to stop at the same time. Tears are streaming down your face as he pulls yet another orgasm from you. It hits you so fucking hard that you slump against him, consciousness flickering in and out.

He holds your weight, thrusting until he comes again. The Mandalorian is kissing your overheated skin, keeping close contact, and not wanting to let go.

You come to in the fresher. He’s holding you against his chest, under the cool spray of the water. Your head feels so heavy, that you keep it laying against his broad chest.

You reach a hand up to wipe the water out of your eyes. It’s pitch black in the fresher, and you sigh, relieved and disappointed. He’s rubbing circles on your lower back, holding you close.

“You alright?” he asks, his voice nearly back to normal.

He sounds different without the helmet. Voice a mixture of rasp and a bit of warm honey. It suits him.

You nod, looking up at what you presume is his face. He grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger, placing a small kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t have-“

“No,” you shake your head.

That ends that. You didn’t want to talk much. You were just glad he was okay.

“Glad I’m okay?” he questions, a bit of humor in his tone.

You groan, realizing you said that out loud.

“Yes,” you huff. “Had me worried sick.”

“I always come back to you. You know that” he says.

You let out a soft sob, squeezing his torso tight. He returns the hug, holding you close.

“Vacation sounds pretty good now,” he jokes, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You wholeheartedly agree.

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[stayandot8]

Touches

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: mentions of anxiety

asked and answered. Hopefully you like it, anon. I hope you feel better. And remember, there's always a place for you here. ♥️

WC: 1.1k

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Anxiety is a bitch. 

Everytime my leg started shaking or my fingers were looking for something to pick at, I knew I was in trouble. It wasn’t even a conscious decision most times. I wouldn’t even notice it until my mother would put her hand on my knee and squeeze, giving me a look that said ‘please for the love of god, stop’ and those were never fun to be on the other side of. When I would catch myself doing it, I would try to stop, but it would take some unknown edge off of whatever emotion I was feeling a little too much of. Just letting it out was the only way it wouldn’t explode out in some destructive manner. Letting something else be stimulated was better than any other alternative. Or something like that. That was how it felt anyway. And those fidget toys didn’t really help either. They were fun for a bit, but when I needed them, I wouldn’t be able to find one.

When I started dating Chris, it didn’t stop per say, I would just catch myself doing it less. I would be distracted with something we were doing or he would have enough of my attention that it wouldn’t be deemed necessary by my subconscious. But when it was quiet, when it was just us two, I would find myself doing it again. Sometimes I would feel the pads of my thumb, looking for something to pick at or my foot would be moving of its own accord and I would force myself to stop before he noticed. It never worked though. 

He was always subtle with it too, never bringing it to my outright attention. When he saw my feet tapping, he would start tapping too. His fingers would start tapping on my thigh like a drum, like he was going along with me to some silent song or beat that only we could hear. Or his feet would start to tap all on their own. Both instances he would start bobbing his head along with whichever it was whether he was in a conversation or not. He would say it wasn’t because of me, but sometimes he would start right after I stopped. Like we were in sync. 

We were waiting for someone in this large boardroom, sitting on different chairs next to each other. Chris didn’t tell me what we were doing in here, but all eight of them were talking joyously around me, all smiles and jokes. I assumed it wasn't anything serious if the atmosphere of the room was any indicator. I just didn’t know what I was doing here.

Chris was immersed in a conversation with Felix about something else to do with their homeland, paying me no mind. Which was fine, I didn’t expect his attention all the time. He had other things to think about. He was turned away from me, talking avidly. The spark had returned to his eye for the first time in a whale now that promotions were done, and it was the most relaxed I’d seen him in days. The preparations for their upcoming dome tour were causing him to come home and immediately crash with only enough energy to strip and koala himself around me. He rarely got sleep without me there, and I just plain didn’t sleep without his radiator for a body next to me. 

I was looking around the room for anything remotely interesting to look at. These JYP rooms were so boring. All white walls and tan long tables that added no extra color to the room. Not even any decorations on the walls to distract a person should they deem the meeting uninteresting. Maybe of of Hyunjin’s paintings could go up there. That’d be nice. Maybe some curtains over that window too…

A hand had reached for mine, brushing his thumb across my lip as he pulled mine away from my mouth. It pulled me from my daze, the familiar veiny hand knowingly taking mine. Without even glancing my way, he pulled my hand into his lap and started to use my nails to trace across the pads of his own, a comforting touch.

It was mindless. Subtle enough to anyone looking at us to only see that we couldn't stand not touching each other. But for me, it was a way to stimulate my hands without being too much of a distraction, one of my biggest discomforts. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be seen, but to be noticed when the attention was on something else was not high on my to-do list. Ever. 

The grain against my nail was enough to pull me down to earth, Chris’s gentle press on them an invite to join in on their conversation. Silent communication was what we were good at. 

“These walls are so boring. They should put one of Hyunjin’s paintings up or have him draw something for them.” I interjected when there was a slight pause. 

“I was just saying that the last time we were here! Wasn’t I?” Felix looked to his elder, who smiled brightly at our conjoined hands. 

“You did, you did.” He chuckled at how excited Felix had become at the mention of his member’s hobbies. He was still running the pads of his fingers over my nails gently, just enough to tickle. 

“I think he could put one of the flowers over on that wall, really. It would liven up the place. Maybe someone would actually be excited to have a meeting. Hey hyung!” Felix turned away to tell his member, leaving Chris and I to stare at our hands together. 

“Why am I here? This doesn’t have to do with me, does it?” I whispered in his ear, a slight quiver giving me away as I nudged my shoulder into his. 

“No, baby, no. It has nothing to do with you. You just make these things so much easier. I can concentrate with you here, as weird as that sounds. You make my brain go quiet.” His eyes were shining at me and I couldn’t fight my grin if I wanted to. 

“You know what’s funny? You do the same for me.” He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. 

“Besides, there’s no confidential information in this one so I thought you could tag along to keep the boys in line while I talk.”

“I don’t remember adopting seven kids to keep in line?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You did when you said yes to dating me.” He kissed my hand again as the door opened, people filing in and taking their seats. I watched them come in and whispered back to him. 

“I want another look at those papers.” He turned back to me and shrugged.

“Not my fault you didn’t read the fine print.”

Bastard.

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[itevilhag]

your brother’s here | neteyam sully

neteyam x sister!reader | neteyam x twin!sister!reader

summary: a group of boys decided it would be fun to call you names, and your brother was not about to put up with it. but this leads to an arguement between a very protective brother and a guilt ridden sister.

word count: 702

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, FLUFF, brotherly love, mentions of bullying and physical violence (nothing in detail).

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You were angry. Furious at your brother's utter stupidity. While both of them were bragging about beating the shit out of Ao’nung and his friends and Kiri scolding them from time to time, you remained silent, only focusing on the task at hand- tending to your eldest brother's wounds.

And as time went on, your silence became more and more noticeable to your siblings. And all of a sudden, none of them knew what to do. They looked at each other nervously, then at you. Your shoulders were tense. Your jaw clenched too tight, the unusual sharpness of your ears, and the slight flare of your nostrils that only Neteyam noticed. Gone was the liveliest of the Sully siblings because now she was replaced by a person they rarely get to see.

The uncomfortable silence suddenly broke when you applied too much pressure on the gash in his arm.

"Ow- Ow! It hurts!" Neteyam flinched away from you, but you kept your hold on his arm firm. You thought for a second that he deserved it for his sheer stupidity engaging into a fight with Ao'nung, but guilt immediately consumed you as that he would not be in this predicamanet if it wasn't for you. But your resolve did not falter. 

"Kiri, Lo'ak can you please leave us for a moment?"

Kiri and Lo’ak froze at the tone of your voice. Firm and commanding, you sounded so much like your mother that it was enough to scare them into obeying.

"You are in so much trouble." Kiri snickered as she passed by Neteyam, who in turn only rolled his eyes.

Silence stretched between you and Neteyam. The waves crashing upon the shore and the crunching of healing herbs filled the gaps of silence, until-

“Little sister-” Neteyam started.

"Don't you little sister me-" you glared at him as your crushing of herbs came to a halt. "You of all people know better than instigating a fight!" you placed the now bowl of healing salve in front of you and carefully took your brothers arm in your hand and started applying the salve as gently as possible trying with every single bit of your being not to crige at the way he silently hisses everytime salve makes contact with his wound.

"And having a fistfight with the Olo’eyktan’s son? What were you thinking? Not to mention the fact that you and Lo’ak got hurt-"

"But still,” your angered exterior softened as you wrapped his arm in cloth. ”You shouldn't have. I could've handled it myself." 

"He called you a freak, Y/N. He disrespected you." Neteyam hissed. 

"And let you get hurt? No way! I'm your big brother. It's my job to protect you."

It’s my job to protect you.

His words echoed in your brain as your eyes wandered towards the bruise that blossomed on his cheek. The cuts across his skin. Every single one served as a reminder of what you did. And this was where you realized that your anger was not geared towards your brother but towards yourself. You were disappointed in yourself because you couldn’t protect him from getting beaten by those boys. If you weren’t so different, so unnatural, he wouldn’t have had to defend you. If it wasn’t for you, he would not be hurt.

You cast your head down in shame as tears broke through your eyes and a painful sob made its way past your lips. Neteyam immediately embraced you, and you clung to him like it was your last. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, and yours circled his waist.

"Hey, hey, it's not your fault," he whispered in comfort as he slowly pulled back to wipe the tears that had painted your cheeks with an arm still around your shoulder. 

"But it is! If I was just normal like everyone else, no one would pick on me and you wouldn't have gotten hurt." you sobbed on his shoulder. "I curse Eywa for making me like this!" 

Neteyam was stunned at the gravity of your words. "You don't mean that."

“You are not a freak, okay? You may be different from everyone else, but what you are is not a curse It is a gift.” your brother assured you with a small smile. “You can talk to animals for Eywa's sake! Who else can do that? No one, but you can. Isn't that cool?" he marveled with a laugh. 

You chuckled wetly against his shoulder with a light shrug. "It kinda is." 

"So, I will not let anyone make you feel otherwise. No one gets to talk to my sister like that, ever. Okay?"

You smiled up at him. "Okay."

"Thank you," you whispered.

“Don’t worry about it, sis,” he replied as he planted a kiss on your temple.  

"Just don't get hurt again, skxawng." your voice may have sounded sharp, but Neteyam knew that they carried no heat. It only made him chuckle. 

"There is my little sister." 

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[moose-muffin]

im new here (hiya from the hazbin tag lol) but if you do character + character requests than please PLEASE gimmie a lee!vox with ler!alastor 🙏🙏🙏hear me out... the two are fighting and al (sHocKINglY) wins out, and vox expects to like.. be beaten into the ground as a result, but nope!! he gets tickled!!! to tears!!!! smthn smthn he wasnt smilin and, yk, youre never fully dressed w/o a smile!!!

/nf to do tho ty for reading!!! <3<3

OMG OMG HELLO WELCOME I HOPE YOURE DOING GOOD YIPPEE

SO FUN FACT I WAS VERY LIKE NEUTRAL TO RADIOSTATIC BUT TONIGHT HAS BEEN (HAHAH GET IT) AN ADVENTURE AND THIS ROAD HAS BEEN SUCH A BLAST <3 THOSE TWO FUCKERS ARE SO INSTIGATIVE ITS CRAZY.

I KNOWWWW THIS AS A FIC WOULD GO C R A Z Y!!!!! IDK IF ANYONE HERE WRITE FOR VOX AND ALASTOR AND PERHAPS DOES COMMISSIONS BUT I WILL PAY!!!! PLEASE HIT ME UP OR ILL PROBABLY GO TAKE A PEAK FOR MYSELF TMR <3 AS LONG AS THATS OK ANON. (I WILL ABSOLUTELY LET IT BE POSTED AS LONG AS THE AUTHOR IS OK WITH IT WHICH USUALLY THEY ARE!!!!) IM GONNA TAKE SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES AS I TYPICALLY DO HEADCANONS!

IM NOT USUALLY A CHARACTER + CHARACTER GIRLY SO BEAR WITH ME BUT I WILL DO MY VERY BEST!!!! HOPEFULLY I CAN DO THIS JUSTICE! IT WILL BE RANDOM HCS THAT ARE UNRELATED TOO. MY BRAIN IS A MESSY PLACE HWBSHWDBD

OK SO LIKE I KINDA MENTIONED, THEY BOTH LOOOOVE TO JUST GET UNDER PEOPLES SKIN. LOVE IT!!! ESPECIALLY ALASTOR. HES SUCH AN ASS (affectionate)

I’D EVEN SAY HE’S KIND OF AN INSTIGATIVE LER???? BRO IS DOING EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO GET TO TICKLE VOX LIKEEE IDK IF THAT EVEN MAKES SENSE BUT I KNOW ITS TRUE. HE WILL CASUALLY WIGGLE HIS FINGERS IN CONVERSATION, TWEAK HIS RIBS FROM BEHIND, LITTLE THINGS LIKE THAT. WELL THEYRE NOT LITTLE. ESPECIALLY NOT TO VOX WHO IS SO FLUSTERED BY IT… ITS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING

BUT! VOX HAS STARTED TO FIGURE IT OUT. AS HE IS ALSO ONE WHO LOVEEES TO GET UNDER SKIN, HE DECIDES HE’LL DO EVERYTHING TO TRIGGER A LER MOOD IN ALASTOR. IF HE CAN TELL HE ALREADY HAS ONE, HE FINDS WAYS TO SUBTLY (WE ALL KNOW HE ISNT SUBTLE THOUGH) LEAVE A SPOT UNPROTECTED. BUT ALASTOR DOESNT WANT TO GIVE HIM THE SATISFACTION!!! HE TRIES SO HARD TO NOT GIVE IN TO VOX BC HE “WANTED TO BE THE ONE IN CONTROL” AND NOW HE ISNT AND HES #PISSED

ALSO VOX ABSOLUTELY IS HORRIFIED OF VULNERABILITY. YET HE IS ABLE TO MOVE PAST IT WITH ALASTOR HERE. SOMEHOW HE ISNT AS WORRIED ANYMORE. MAYBE HE KNOWS ALASTOR WILL REACT. HE LOVES THAT SO VERY MUCH.

AS FOR THE SPECIFIC PROMPT, OH THAT IS SO REAL!!!! ABSOLUTELY YES!!!

I DONT WRITE GOOD ROMANCE BUT LIKE UGH IMAGINE IT NOW. Alastor definitely just got himself to the V’s tower and was planning on fucking with Vox only to see he had already been kinda pissed off. Alastor wouldn’t be as satisfied if he knew he didn’t cause the frustration. He realized he could just stir the pot again. Problem solved, and what better way to solve it than using his weakness against him.. being tickled.

I’m being a little silly but genuinely Vox is so ticklish. Like most ticklish person in hell would go to him if it were an official title. That’s what I’m thinking. That being said, Alastor also knows how quickly he could get him to crumble… but wouldn’t it be more fun to take it slow.

Vox notices his presence almost immediately. He tried to ignore it as he feels his face get warm. He can’t fuck this up. He takes a deep breath and turns around. “Why hello, Alastor! What brings you to our building this evening?” He said in a semi newcaster voice. He wasn’t ready to drop the act

“Well Vox, I came here for a reason of my own but then I walked by your office and you looked so sad!” He began to walk closer to Vox. “You know, t they say you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”

Vox let out a laugh that was quite clearly untruthful. “Yes Alastor I am aware! I was alone in here and so I figured I’d just save up some energy. I’m sure you understand.”

“Quite frankly I don’t,” Alastor paused, “I think maybe I could help you get that smile back.”

Vox didn’t even have to think. He knew Alastor meant he was going to tickle him. You could ask Velvette. She’s seen those two in tickle fights that lasted for DAYS. she knows what they’re capable of, or more so what Alastor is capable of.

Vox puts up a fight for maybe a couple seconds but he just loves tickles more than he can play pretend that he doesn’t <3

It works out well for them both, Alastor gets to fuck around with Vox and well, Vox gets his shit rocked!!! And he loves that more than a lot of things.

OK IM GONNA CUT IT OFF HERE BUT PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COME BACK!!!! IM ALWAYS DOWN TO HEAR WHAT PEOPLE ARE THINKING!! MAYBE ID DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS AGAIN OR LIKE ADD ONTO THIS!!! BUT I AM JUST ALL OVER THE PLACE CURRENTLY HEHE. I HOPE THESE ARE ENJOYABLE!!! (LOWKEY I WANNA ADD MORE TO THISSSS MAYBE TMR MAYBE TMR WE’LL SEE)

apologies if anything is ooc, i just do this for funsies <3

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASKK

#madi’s answers!! #hazbin hotel tickle #madis hcs up in here #lee!vox #ler!alastor #AM I BECOMINF A RADIOSTATIC FAN…???? #I THINK I AM TEHEHEHE #radiostatic tickle

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Neteyam X Reader: Reckless behavior

Warning: talk of death (nothing to bad),fluff

Summary: Neteyams desire to rush into danger got him hurt and made him realise how much he matters to you

You should have known. Even after knowing him for years you still managed to fall for his tricks. You felt like an utter fool. He’d told you he wouldn’t do it but you should have known better, after all Neteyam had never been one to stray away from an adventure.

You’d met when you were both no taller than a tree stump. The people were a great big family and you certainly acted like it. You’d often see children running around the tribe, laughing and playing with each other. The adults always kept a careful eye on the younglings, even if the kids weren’t biologically theirs. You’d been one of those children years ago. You could remember it like it was yesterday. 

You remembered running through the trees, Neteyam hot on your trail ever since the two of you had managed to learn how to take your first steps. It was traditional for the kids of the people to coexist with each other quite closely since it built a deep bond, which was highly valued by the tribe. Due to this you and Netayam became attached to each other fairly quickly. Your bond with the boy became even stronger when you lost your parents to the Sky people. If the two of you had been inseparable before the deaths after them it was almost impossible to see you two apart. The Sully family had accepted you with open arms and you’d forever be grateful for their kindness.

Despite all those years Neteyam had somehow managed to trick you. 

Jake and Netiry had gone out to do surveillance in an area that supposedly had been taken over by the Sky people. Before they went they’d given you all very clear orders to stay on the ground and far away from their destination. But of course their two sons chose to ignore their orders completely. The second their parents had made it out of view they were racing over to their own Ikrans to take flight. You rushed to where they had mounted the animals, wasting no time to stand in front of Netayams Ikran, your hands wrapping around its nose as you let out a small hiss. Netayam started at you from his position

“What are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same.”

“Oh come on, don’t be a buzzkill. I know you're dying to go check it out.”

“Why would I put myself in harm's way for no reason? Plus your parents said not to go.”

“They always say that. They don’t trust us.”

You turned to the younger boy as he spoke

“Maybe there's a reason for that Lo’ak.”

You snapped your head back to look at Neteyam.

“Maybe it's because it's dangerous and there is a high risk of ending up hurt.”

The eldest son let out an annoyed sigh causing you to frown lightly. You knew how much he loved adventure and as much as you hated having to be the boring one someone had to make sure he lived to see another day. What made it worse was seeing how much it annoyed him. You hated feeling like you caring for his well being was something that irritated him. Actually, you hated feeling like you irritated him. After all, your feelings for him weren't exactly small. Sure you saw him like a friend but there was something else mixed in there. Something you weren't sure you’d ever be able to admit. 

Neteyam could tell from your expression that he’d hurt your feelings. His eyes softened as he looked at you. He knew you meant well no matter how much of a fun killer you were being. Neteyam got down from his Ikran, his hand soothing the animal's skin until it came into contact with your own. He pulled your hands away from the animals releasing your grip on its nose. You didn’t fight him, allowing you to move farther away from the animal.

“If you're worried we won’t go.”

“But you-”

“Shhh Lo’ak.”

The younger boy bit his tongue as his brother hissed at him, the look on Lo’aks face made you want to laugh.

“I don’t want you to worry. We’ll go somewhere else okay?”

You gave Neteyam a smile. He was acting rather rational for once. It was usually a lot harder to change his mind. You should have seen it coming but the desire to trust him was so strong that it blinded you to the mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

“Thank you.”

“How about we go to the ponds today?”

“Yeah that’d be nice.”

You turned around, Neteyams hand on your back guiding you to move forward. Everything was fine and then somehow, at the fastest speed you've ever seen him move, Neteyam had raced back to his Ikran and jumped off the ledge. You ran over just as he shot up into the sky and made his way over to his brother.

“I’m going to kill you Neteyam!”

“You’ll have to catch me first!”

You watched the two boys begin to fly away. Realizing the only way to keep them out of trouble was to follow them, you called your Ikran and jumped over the edge. You flew through the sky faster than you ever had before, your eyes constantly searching for the two boys. You started to think you’d gone the wrong way when you heard gunfire. Your eyes fell on a clearing in the middle of the forest. The ground was covered in pieces of the Sky peoples ships and weapons. You scanned the area from above before finding what you were looking for. The moment your eyes found Netayams Ikran your heart calmed down a bit but it didn’t last long. 

You watched as Neteyam went to grab one of the weapons on the ground just as one of the Sky people fired in his direction. He was too far to hear the scream of warning you’d let out but it was enough to make your Ikran begin to fly his way. You hopped off the animal before it had even made it completely onto the ground. You stood over Neteyams body, your eyes looking for the shooter anywhere near you. Once you were sure there weren’t any you kneeled down next to your friend. Neteyam looked up at you and coughed. You could feel the anger bubbling up inside you but that would have to wait for later. For now, you had to focus on getting out of here before anyone noticed. You pulled Neteyam onto your Ikran and jumped on. Just as you were about to call Neteyams animal you heard a voice you recognized. 

“What are you-”

Jake had seen you. The man stopped his question once he saw his son draped behind you.

“You can chew us out later. I need to get him back home.”

Jake stared at you, he wasn’t used to people talking back to him but given the circumstances he’d accept it.

“Go, I'll cover you.”

You nodded at him before taking off.

Once you’d arrived you rushed to drag Neteyam up. He swatted at your hands, saying he could do it himself. You shut him up with a hiss as you supported him by holding his waist.

“You utter skxawng.”

Neteyam let out a grimace as you placed pressure into the wound on his back. Kiri came out from the tent being followed by Tuk.

“What happened?”

“He’s hurt.”

“I’m fine, it's not a big deal.”

“Tell your grandmother to bring the herbs.”

You watched as Tuk and Kiri raced over to one of the tents opposite your direction. While the girls went to get the medicine you made your way over to your tent, guiding Neteyam to lay down.

“I can do it-”

“Shut up and let me help!”

Neteyams eyes widened at your behavior. He’d never seen you get angry before. Well, he’d seen you angry but it was always easily fixed with some dumb joke or a funny face. That wasn’t the case this time though. He could tell that you were pissed and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

“I know your upset-”

“I thought I told you to shut it.”

“Yeah but-”

You looked at Neteyam and that was enough to keep him quiet. He had to make it up to you but now wasn’t the right time. The girls arrived with the plants you’d asked for and you started to work on patching Neteyam up. Every time he winced you put more pressure. It was with the intention of cleaning him up but you couldn’t deny it felt a bit like payback. You want to put yourself in danger? Deal with the consequences. Neteyam could practically see the words forming in your head as you placed the last leaf on his wounds. You dismissed the girls once their help was no longer required. When you got up to leave Jake and Netiry entered the tent.

“Sit.” You did as you were told, finding a place as far from Neteyam as you could which didn’t go unnoticed by his parents. You listened to Jake speak, your mind numb to the words. The tears you’d been holding for a while were threatening to spill out the longer you stayed still. You wished Jake would get on with it already so you could leave. Neteyam watched you as his father spoke, the emotionless expression on your face concerning him.

“And you.”

You raised your head to look at Jake as he referred to you for the first time since he started to speak.

“She had nothing to do with it, dad. She tried to stop me. I should have listened.”

Neteyam looked into your eyes as he uttered the last part. His dad could tell he was being sincere so instead of giving you a row about your behavior he got up and made his way to you. You raised your head so you could look into his eyes. Jake placed a hand on your shoulder before he kneeled down and spoke.

“Thank you for watching over him. If you hadn’t been there it could have been… a lot worse.”

You watched as Jake gulped before speaking. Despite everything he had been scared to lose his son. You felt the same way. Not that you’d ever tell him that. Neteyams parents went away, leaving you alone with the boy. You hurried to get up and leave but before you could Neteyam had gotten to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind fully stopping you from being able to walk away. You tried not to think about how warm he felt. You were supposed to be giving him the cold shoulder but the proximity was making it very hard.

“I’m sorry.”

You kept looking forward, not daring to show any emotions other than rage. 

“Hey” 

Neteyam moved your hair so it was behind your ear allowing him to rest his head on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I acted like a skxawng. I should have listened to you.”

Neteyam brushed his nose against your neck. It was something you’d do whenever he’d hug you but he didn’t know what it meant. Your body shuddered at the action, the tears you’d been putting down finally breaking through. No noise left your lips as you cried but Netayam could feel your breathing against his chest as you sobbed.

“Hey…it’s okay I'm right here.”

He turned you around so that your face was buried into him, his hands holding you as close as he could. It hurt knowing he was the one causing you pain. He was sure he’d remember your reaction whenever he thought of doing anything reckless.

“I can’t lose you too.”

Oh Neteyam you idiot. He hadn’t even considered how his actions would affect you. You’d lost your family to the Sky people and for a split second you thought you’d lost him too. Neteyam cursed himself for being so inconsiderate.

“You won’t. It’s alright I'm here. We're okay.”

The blue boy wove his hands into your hair as he tried to soothe you. Your crying stopped after a while. He wondered if that meant you’d forgiven him but then you gave him the strongest shove you could manage.

“You are an idiot Neteyam! I told you not to go but you always have to be the warrior. What's going to happen when I'm not there to save your sorry ass?”

The tears started to well up again as you spoke.

“You can’t do that to me you can't just-your not invincible, you know?”

“I know that.”

“You don’t act like you do! Every time there's danger you're the first to jump at it. You could have died today.”

Neteyam stayed quiet, there was nothing he could say to make this better.

“I could have buried you today.”

Your voice was so low it was a miracle he’d heard you. The words felt worse than any of his wounds. For a moment you’d thought you lost him and that hurt more than anything. Neteyam made his way to you and kneeled down, his hands wrapping around your legs as he rested his face onto your stomach.

“I'm so sorry. I won't do it anymore, I swear. I'm sorry I scared you,flower.”

You closed your eyes, trying to focus on the feeling of Neteyams arms around you. He was alive. He was here and alive. If there was a good time to do it, it was now. You sank down to your knees, allowing you to rest your forehead against Netayams.

“I see you.”

Neteyams ears perked up at your words, his eyes opening to look at you.

“You don’t have to say anything I just wanted you to know since…well since i’ve loved you for ages.”

You lowered your eyes to the ground. Neteyam noticed how nervous you were so he grabbed your chin, guiding you to look up. He placed his head on your shoulder repeating the motion you’d begun doing everytime the two of you hugged. Your very own way of saying ‘I love you’ without uttering the words out loud.

“You know what it means?”

“I figured it out a while after you started doing it.”

A blush creeped onto your cheeks.

“Gosh I feel ridiculous.”

“Don’t, I think it's cute. Our own way of saying we love each other.”

“Does this mean you feel the same?”

“Does this answer your question?”

Neteyam leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips. Your hands weaved into his hair as you deepened the kiss and Neteyam could swear Euwa had made you for him herself. He swore to himself he’d stop with his reckless behavior. He had everything he needed right here and he couldn’t wait for the great adventures the two of you would have together.

#avatar the way of water #avatar x you #avatar fanfiction #avatar x reader #avatar #avatar movie #avatar twow #avatar way of water #netayam #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x you #neteyam x reader

[fnaffancontentbutmostlyglamrocks]

This is primarily aimed at Security Breach fans in particular, not FNAF fans as a whole.

You all are so damn toxic sometimes.

Even worse is that people are just being mean to Monty fans right now

"Don’t get all angry because your favorite wasn't in the game," and I don't think they get that he’s the ONLY one not to be in the game.

I hate being a fan of Monty cause we had to deal with the Glamrock Bonnie fans harassing anything to do with Monty on Tiktok or Twitter. "MONTY KILLED BONNIE!"

FOR FUCK SAKES THIS SERIES HAS A LITERAL CHILD SERIAL KILLER WHO ABUSED HIS CHILDREN! WHY IS THE ANIMATRONIC ALLIGATOR WHO MIGHT. LET ME REPEAT THAT. MIGHT HAVE KILLED ANOTHER ANIMATRONIC MET WITH THE SAME ENERGY AS SAYING SOMEONE SIMPS FOR DAHMER?

Not only that, Monty fans have been playing each game hoping Steelwool will treat him better. Expand on his character a bit more. Instead his negative personality traits and "evilness" being played up more and more cause Steelwool and Scott saw some people hate him, and thought it wasn't enough.

In Ruin there's not one moment Cassie shows any concern for him. It's that Monty thing, it hurts to look at. Than they made him just the worst off of the trio, and fucking killed him.

Now even in a game he rightfully should appear in. He's the ONLY one cut.

Monty fans get the short end of the stick.

We are harrassed by fans

Our boy is treated worse and worse each game. Physically, mentally, and even in narrative.

Now, he’s just fucking gone with little fanfare.

Its like why are you obsessed?

Honestly, because Monty speaks to me. This is mostly head canon, but based on how he acts.

I used to have really bad anger issues in elemantary and middle school. Even worse, I had to deal with a mentally abusive teacher telling me I wouldn't amount to anything. I was bullied relentlessly because they knew that when I reacted with my outburst class would be delayed. I even lived in the same neighborhood as them so I couldn't escape. It got so bad I attempted suicide. What saved me was after so long of being harrased, after so long of people only judging me based on what they heard. Never defending me. Someone finaly went to the principal and told them to look at my bullies before I reacted. Suddenly, the bullying stopped. What's sad is, it's not like I didn't try. I went to the principal and guidance counselor every dat. In the end to them I was that punk kid who would snap at any moment. Not a person.

With Monty I see someone who was like me. With anger issues because he hates himself as much as he thinks everyone hates him. I wonder if in universe he's constantly reminded he's not Bonnie. He sees fans clamoring to see Freddy while ignoring him. People always bring up the Missing message and his Arcade game to judge him. Then seemingly forget about the message that states he will skip shows to be over Monty Golf. You know the same shows he apparently killed Bonnie to appear in. What I see is someone who needs to work on his anger issues and get better, but isn't evil. They're dealing with the fact that one day their anger got the better of them, and they did something they couldn't take back. Something that I think many people with mental health problems can relate too.

My anger issues didn't just get me bullied. I was an embarrassment to my parents. I hurt people I loved. I was violent. I didn't hurt anyone, but I threw books and flipped tables. I was in this loop of feeling like everyone hated me because of my anger issues, and that only made things worse and worse. Even now I have a hard time loving myself.

That's why Monty means so much to me. I saw someone who was like me. I saw someone with anger issues but was more than that if people gave them the chance.

All I wanted was to see Monty one last time before he was retired when the new band is announced.

I couldn't even get that.

Before you make fun of me, this is what a comfort character is. I'm sure there are fans who relate to Roxy’s insecurities. Who have an eating disorder and feel for Chica. Who felt lonely and wanted attention like Sun. Who lost a loved one like Freddy.

I just wanted people to understand why this is just more than "my favorite didn't make it" for some people

I really hope Steelwool sees how much people really love Monty and not only put him in HW2 fully. They also treat him better

#fnaf security breach #fnaf #monty #security breach #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's #fnaf monty #alligator #fnaf sb ruin #montgomery gator #glamrock chica #chica #glamrock bonnie #roxy #fnaf roxanne #roxxane wolf #glamrock freddy #daycare attendant #sun #moon #fnaf hw2 #help wanted 2

[teecupangel]

So, we have done the whole "Desmonds ancestors can hear Desmond" deal, but have we thought on how inheritantly horrifying the concept is? Suddenly one day, your body is no longer yours to control and the being who took it seemingly feels no remorse as "This is just a game", "It's not real" and "man, the controls sucks ass, i wanna just throw myself off the roof in anger!". The ancestor can do nothing but curse or pray at the being. Altaïr curses it and Ezio begs and prays that it won't hurt anyone he cares about. The being forces his hands to be stained with the blood of city guards who were just doing their job, but got in the way of the spirit. "Man, fighting and killing guards is pretty fun".

There is rarely any escape or reprieve. All they can do is hope it will end. For Altaïr it came quickly, but Ezio was cursed for a lifetime and went in search of the Library of Altaïr in hopes of finding a solution. He refuses to die a puppet.

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Desmond just thinks it's all part of the Animus and his feelings being reflected back. If we want just a smidge of comfort. Maybe the ancestor can feel the beings feelings of fear and loss of control and wonder if the being uses them to escape something?

Idk, just kinda realised how horror themed the "Ancestors hear Desmond" asks could be. XD

The Ratatouille AU where the ancestors can hear Desmond while ‘playing’, its more unhinged cousin, the Ratatouille AU where Desmond can hear us and the outside POV of Al Mualim thinking the Apple broke Altaïr and the sidestory of Altaïr accidentally connecting with Ezio while looking for Desmond (I hope I didn’t forget anything else)

.

This isn’t real.

Ezio has come to loathe that thought.

He was real.

The world around him was real.

Everyone he sees was real.

The blood in his hand was real.

Who was this puppeteer that dared say he was just a memory.

That everything Ezio held dear and tried to protect was a memory.

He controlled Ezio’s limbs, forced Ezio to watch as he moved against his will.

Killed against his will.

There could have been a better way.

They weren’t Ezio’s target.

They were just doing their job.

They were doing this to survive.

Yet they were cut mercilessly, by Ezio’s limbs.

The Assassino.

The nightmare of Italia.

This wasn’t the life Ezio wanted.

This wasn’t the reason why he continued to wield the blade of an Assassin.

He wanted to avenge the cruel unjust deaths of his father and brothers.

He wanted to protect his mother and sister.

He wanted…

Ezio wanted…

I want to be loved.

I want to be acknowledged.

I want someone to see me for who I am.

He wasn’t…

I’m not…

“I’m me.”

I’m me.

“The rest is up to you, Desmond.”

Ezio could feel it.

The surprise…

His puppeteer knew this Desmond that Minerva spoke of.

No.

How can she see me?

A prophet.

What a cruel lie.

He wasn’t Desmond’s prophet.

He was Desmond’s puppet.

As long as he remained useful…

He will continue to be a puppet.

When will it end?

How sure was he that the puppeteer wouldn’t force Ezio’s blade against those he loved?

He could feel it.

The emptiness.

The puppeteer watches because he has nothing else.

He is a captive.

And now he holds Ezio captive.

Until he no longer has use for him.

When that happens…

Will he be abandoned as well?

Will the stories of the madness that plagued Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad after becoming a mentor be his fate?

The controls are different. He doesn’t move like Altaïr.

Will the puppeteer take his sanity when he leaves him as well?

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(I intentionally made this more confusing than it had to be because I wanted it to have the vibe of a person slipping into insanity after being in the presence of an old one. Yeah, I was going for a Lovecraftian vibe XD I focused on Ezio and Desmond’s controlling him but I guess let me know if you want a Desmond and the voices he hears horror-esque version???)

#ratatouille au horror version #ngl #was tempted to write this as altaïr #but i figured altaïr would be more indignant than ezio #desmond controlled ezio during the time he should be grieving #so desmond’s control became a constant reminder of ezio’s grief and hopelessness #altaïr would have tried to kill desmond early on XD #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot #ask and answer

[incrediblyshyghost]

FNAF: fairy AU fanfic of @ayyy-imma-ninja fairy Eclipse 

Sick oc, death of a hawk, mention of blood and cuts, some cursing, fairy Eclipse is NOT my character, hurt fairy. Eclipse had used this older farmhouse to keep out of the rain a few days ago, it seemed to be while kept and redone but no one seemed to be living here, the temptation to burn it down was squished when he found a way in and fell on a weird rectangle plastic box with buttons this made the bigger magic box turned on showing all different animals with facts about them he found himself sitting on the soft couch watching the magic box till the storm had passed and he didn't want to leave after that. But a few days ago, 5 humans came and ruined his fun cleaning up the place and seemed to be moving boxes in, they left soon after so he left looking for food for a while coming back only to find there are new humans there again. Eclipse noticed watching from an oak tree grumbling about not being able to watch the magic box. 

Are you sure you want to be alone? Her mother asked as they finished setting up the old house for her to stay for a while.

Yeah, I need time for myself to think alone about this and it’s not like it’s forever, and I have the sheriff's number on speed dial if anything happens, and the air here is better than the city-smoked fill poison that has been polluting my lungs lately. 

I know I know I just love you ok and you better call me every day! She shouts, hugging her daughter tight enough for her to feel her bones creak. 

Ok. Love you too Mom she said patting her mother back trying to keep a brave face as she stood in the driveway watching the red car pull away down the rocky drive. 

The loving moment made Eclipse's stomach turn but he was intrigued by the car humans had come a long way with their toys. Watching the big red machine kick up dust. Only for his eyes to catch the human that was left behind, she had freckles like someone he knew but her deep green eyes were different... He waked as the girl waved till the car was out of sight and took a shaky deep breath. How odd for some reason, Eclipse found himself following the girl as she walked into the forest. It seemed the more she walked the shakier she got tell she got to the small creek she fell to her knees, her arms wrapped around her side hugging herself tightly as she bowed her head, short brown hair getting pulled in the slight current the creek had, and screamed she screamed so loud like a wounded animal a dyeing animal something he had never heard come out of a human as she sat in the rocky, grass filled edge of the creek tears running down her nose making ripples in the water. Till her voice seems to go out her back shakes as she sodded alone in the forest. 

Eclipse was struggling to just leave her, that scream reminded him of his own. He had followed her to give her a scare, maybe get her to leave the house so he could watch the magic box! but now he didn't know what to do, his wing fluttered as he decided to just leave, but a shriek of a hawk and the sound of its wings right behind him changed his plains before he could even turn sharp claw wrapped around his chest and wings, squeezing him as he feels his wings rips by the sharp talons as the beast wings shoosh around him, he growled his claws swiping at the hawks talons his fire burning the bird he heard the birds shriek of pain ringing in his ears and a felt himself falling with it then nothing… 

The girl looks up from her pity party of one hearing the hawk shriek and thrash in on the ground she gets up slowly walks over gasping holding a hand over her mouth sees the hawk with what looks like burn marks on its chest one side of its face and wing look bend in the wrong direction from its fall,  she had heard about the fire that happened two weeks ago but this looks like it had just happened the bird still smoking. A few leaves on fire around it and just looking at the poor thing there was no way it was going to live, but then she saw something lying on the ground by the dying hawk she picked it up away from the trashing bird's talons and it looked like a fairy? This was a joke, she had asked for a sign not whatever this was! But as she looked at the little odd creature that was bleeding in her hand as the hawk went quiet and still she couldn't just put the little thing down and head home, so she curled her fingers around the warm creature and headed back to the old farmhouse as she dried her tears. 

Rushing into the house and putting the fairy on the marble countertop under the kitchen light she could see the claw mark on the poor thing's middle and rips on its big wings that she had gently made sure she didn't fold when she put him down, and there was blood on the back of its head, she just stared for a moment taking him in, the body was half dark brown like the bark of a tree, the other side orange, almost like a Halloween themed doll, its mouth hung open showing off its sharp teeth it had claws to match raggedy and torn cloak shirt thing over its top half and dark red and orange striped pants that looked ashed covered and slightly burned. All and all the poor thing looked like a bloody mess she moved to her medicine cabinets pulling everything she could get her hand on out and putting it around the unconscious fairy thing. 

Cleaning the wounds was easy with some Q-tips with warm water on them to clean off the blood and gently trying to see if there was anything like dirt inside the wounds was hard to see but her sewing kit magnifying glass came in handy there. Once that was done she put some Neosporin on the wounds. Then whispered cussed out the gauze as she struggled to cut it small enough to tie around the fairy but she managed to wrap the gauze around the fairy's belly and leg from the hawk's apparent attack, it was a little worrying at how limp the poor thing was but it was still breathing. After that she looked at its wings. The edges looked tattered but that could just be how they were there, however, the three cuts from the talons were clean lines through the wings. Digging around her medicines she found new skin liquid bandages and it was worth a shot the stuff was pretty much glue so she gently applied the new skin on the wing being careful to hold the two pieces together and not glue into the table and holding it for a few minutes till it dry and do it again to the other cut on his wings he only ever made a light hissing sound which made her jump out of her skin but he didn't wake. Once all his wounds were taken care of she made him a little bed out of a soft blanket and put the smallest ice pack out of her fridge she could find under it for the head wound. She left him on the table away from anything flammable besides the blanket he was on, since she doubted the bird just burst into flame the odd creature had to be the cause... 

“What a good start to this week instead of unpacking and thinking about what little option you had left you bringing a weird creature into the house that you are pretty sure somehow set a bird on fire smart move” she mumbled to herself opening the windows hoping the thing would wake up and flee out the window, cleaning up the medicine putting it all back in the cabinet, she hoped it was something her mind's made up in her panic of the bad news, but as she glanced over and yep the Halloween themed fairy still there. She sat in the dining room, a spot where she could glance up and see the bundle of blankets and the tips of the fairy's wings. She pulled out her notebook mindlessly sketching and doodling as the time slowly moved forward unable to unpack worried shed wake the thing. The clock ticking seemed to tease her about how long she had left here, so she put on some music to drown out the ticking and temptation to toss the clock outside in the yard. 

She was lost in her sketchbook and music not noticing the movement in the kitchen as the fairy woke up feeling something cool on the back of his head. It felt nice dulling the ache he could feel there. He felt weak, S-sunny? He called softly before he snapped back to reality with a gasp sitting up quickly only to hiss holding his aching side his head throbbing at the sudden movement where was he? He thought his eyes scanning what he could see, a familiar kitchen hearing quiet music and his hand he felt cloth not skin looking down he found a soft white cloth wrapped there and on his leg, his wing ached, and looking at them he saw cuts and some kind of shiny clear something on the cuts holding the torn wing parts together. What happened? He thinks back remembering the girl and then… a bird? Did he really lose to a stupid bird? He growled Looking over he saw the girl, it seemed she calmed down and was doing something with a book away from him he saw the open windows he slowly got up with a hiss holding his head feeling like his brain got scrambled he fluttered his wings and hissing at the ache it caused no flying yet he stumbles over to the edge of the counter and shouted at the human to come over here. 

She almost jumps out of her skin and hears bells suddenly over her music she looks around before spotting the fairy thing standing with its hands over its mouth like it was shouting at her but she only hears bells, she gets up slowly, umm i i can't hear what you're saying you sound like windchimes she said coming over to the table slowly. Then she hears a voice that sounds male and growly “Hey kidnapper can I get some food!” 

She chuckles out of all the things to say, well seems you are doing better she says walking past the island into the kitchen opening the fridge pulling out some strawberries and a piece of cooked chicken pulling off a small piece and getting a medicine cup filling it with water putting it all on a small saucer before putting it on the island for the fairy. Hopefully, you're okay with spice the chicken has some heat to it, she said watching the fairy confidently walk over the saucer and sit down to eat, watching her as she watched him. You look like you have been through hell, fairy? She said the last word as though it was a question he looked up at her nodding 

Got a name? Or are you just going to eat my food after I bandage you up and leave without introducing yourself? She asked 

“You first crybaby he growled” with his mouth full, 

“Crybaby?... Where are you watching me?” She asked but he didn't answer her the petals on his head twitched a little which was odd she sighed not getting an answer from him she shook her head no. “I remember reading somewhere that it's a bad idea to give your name to a fairy first and I help you instead of letting that dying hawk kill you. I think it's the least you could do is tell me your name.”

“Eclipse” he growled glaring at her “Zoe” she all but purred happy to get a name for the odd little fairy. 

Oh what happened to the “bad idea giving your name to a fairy?” eclipse chuckled standing up and dusting himself off after he finished his food. 

“Well I know yours so I think it equals out right?” Zoe asked with a shrug 

“I don't know, is it? I could have lied about my name” Eclipse chuckles with his Cheshire grin 

“So could I.” Zoe said, almost bopping Eclipse's pointed nose but yanking her hand back when he tried to bite “Sorry, it's just your... Cute” 

“Am not!” eclipse shouts little flames circle his balled fist as he huffs glaring at her, her eyes widen but not in fear like Eclipse thought they would but in amazement as she seems to looking him over again. 

“So you are the reason the hawk was bbq?” she asked her hand coming closer but a sharp glare and a show of teeth got her to stop moving closer “sorry sorry,” she said leaning back so you are a fire fairy? 

Eclipse or black sun fairy take your pick of a name eclipse huffed crossing his arms and glaring up at her 

“You don't like humans do you?” Zoe asked 

“What do you think?” he growled his wing fluttered and he hid a wince 

“You're the one that called me over” she shrugged “If it makes you feel better I won't be here long, so don't start liking me little firecracker.” she giggled, patting the side of his face gently with a finger pulling back quickly before he could snap at her. She backs away from the table as he shouts about how he will kill her as he stoops his foot. Little sparks of fire flicker from his hands him “So angry that's not how you talk to people eclipse.”  she said leaving the island and going back to her sketchbook on the dining table letting him throw a tantrum on the marble table where he couldn't light anything but the blanket on fire, and it seems as soon as she thought that she smells fire and see the blanket has a small flickering flame on its corner and the fairy grinning at her as she rushes over smoothing the small start of a fire with the rest of the blanket really? Really? You had to burn the blanket, not a ‘Please can you come back? No straight to arson with you? She asked, she didn't shout or freak out, just made sure the fire wasn't going to start again before looking at the fairy standing by the blanket looking confused. 

“I didn't think about that” he huffed crossing his arms 

“Course, so you got me to come over. What do you want, little fairy?” Zoe asked as she stood there, Eclipse huffed and grumbled kicking at the smooth marble table with his bare feet before looking up at her. Can you take me to the magic box that talks about wildlife? Eclipse asked 

She stares at him for a moment thinking magic box magic box…., you mean a TV? She asked holding her hand out for Eclipse to jump onto, he stared at her seeming to be shocked that she would trust him not the burn her after he just lit the blanket of fire, he slowly climbed on and sat on her palm and she carefully took him over to the living room rested her hand on the coffee table for him to get off turned on the TV and found the Animal channel, “I would let you on the couch but I don't trust you not to burn it know that you have set that poor blanket on fire.” 

“What? But I did that because you wouldn't come! I won't burn the couch” eclipse huffed 

“No, you have not earned enough trust to be allowed on the coucaaaieh” she yelped as he bit her finger she as gently as she could dumped the fairy out of her hand and pulled her hand up but Eclipse stubbornly held on like a dog with a rope toy ok let gooooo! Zoe said her other hand coming up gently running her finger down his back making him let go and she quickly pulled her hands back away from the fairy leaving him stuck on the coffee table for the moment since his wing still hurt too much to fly. How do you think biting would change my mind? She asked shocked that he bit her not that it really hurt but he had bitten down hard enough to draw blood.

“Just die!” eclipse growled turning away from her to watch the TV but she noticed that his red cheek seemed to be an even darker color. Maybe he's embarrassed? There was a documentary about snow leopards, and the soothing voice of the narrator filled the awkward silence. 

“Working on it, I still need to find a pretty urn first.” she huffed taking the paperwork that was beside the fairy before he could get any ideas. Did the petals around his head just move? She watched him slowly turn around 

What? He asked looking back at her, what? She asked with a shrug her eyes scanning over the paperwork in her hands  holding her index finger out to not get blood on the paper too lazy to go get a bandaid right now eclipse growled looking back at the TV 

“Awww does the little fairy care about me?” she giggles knowing she was pushing his buttons she watched little flames flicker and die in his hand as he breathed deeply 

“No, I don't like humans, remember? What are those papers for?” eclipse asked seeing some big words that he had no idea the meaning of on that paper as she flipped through the bundle 

“This is either the nail in the coffin or a miracle, I just don't know if I want to fight anymore. I am tired of this long battle…” she said which just confused Eclipse more 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’ll spill my secrets as soon as you do.” at this eclipse turns back to the TV “nevermind”  and they calmly watch the documentary about snow leopards in silence telling zoe leans closer to the table her finger gently rubbing the back of eclipse head your head ok? It seems like you hit in when you fell, you want an ice pack she asked as he froze up for a few seconds before he swiped his claws at her finger. Making her pull her hand away as he got up, moving away from her and telling her not to touch, she took it as progress since he didn't try to bite her this time, and she didn't feel a bump on his head so that was a good sign. As the TV switch to a show about sea turtles she noticed Eclipse's head bopping she giggled slowly getting up and walking back into the kitchen getting the slightly burned blanket and coming back without saying anything she just gently warping the blanket around him before laying back down on the couch looking at the tv like she didnt do anything as eclipse looked over at her before snuggling into the blanket. she watches him out of the corner of her eyes as he slowly nods off, she notices that his wings disappeared, must be a fairy magic thing she thought. Once she is sure he is asleep she sighs seeing how he is lying, and gently moves him to lay more comfortably lowering the volume on the tv she yawns and stretches heading to her bed leaving the fairy on the coffee table trusting him and the fire alarms to not let the house burn down.

Wake up to the birds chirp and not the blaring scream of the fire alarms was a good sign as Zoe got up and ready for the day almost hoping to walk into the living room and find it empty and the fairy just be a dream, but as she walks down the hallway she hears him mumbling in his sleep, as she got closer she saw him curl up a look of pain on his face as he mumbled she went to the kitchen not stupid enough to try and wake him by touching him, coming back with a wooden spoon in hand hearing him mumbled “moon, sunny” before she gently started talking to him and gently poked him with the wooden spoon and was glad it wasn't her fingers as he jumps up with some fire swirls around him as he growled his claw digging into the wooded handle as he started at her with red eyes if looks could kill ‘sorry i you seemed like you were having a nightmare’ she watched his huffed his eyes slowly changing color back to orange “a bad nightmare want to talk about it?” 

“No” 

“Cool breakfast?” she asked bringing her hand closer to him, surprised then both when he climbed on. her thumb gently rubbing his back as she walked she smiled feeling him lean closer for a moment almost relaxed then tensed up and leaned away with a growl she didn't acknowledge that anything that happened but stopped not wanting to push her luck. Just gently put him down and started cooking. Only to see Eclipse on his tip toes trying to see what she was doing. If you promise not to bite me or set me on fire you can sit on my shoulder while I cook eclipse. She said not turning to face him

…. 

She almost thought he was going to walk away or try and fly down to the floor but then she heard the smallest sound of him saying ok. She was amazed by how warm he was as he sat on her shoulder, legs crossed, one hand holding her shoulder, the other a piece of her short hair, “you smell like a campfire.” she said as she finished cooking

“Is that a bad thing?” Eclipse asked she could hear the smile in his voice as she put him down and made their plate omelets seem like a good breakfast she thought as she gave Eclipse his share on a small saucer

“No, but the ashes and soot that you are tracking around is a problem so you need new clothes and a bath or should I start calling you a soot fairy? This earned a loud groaning complete with his tongue sticking out and head tilting back making Zoe giggle which in turn made Eclipse mad as he shouted about what was so funny. His claws failed to scratch the smooth marble island

She giggled oh nothing just eat before your omelet gets cold she said with a smile the paperwork from last night sitting in an envelope signed and ready to be mailed she was giving this last change a shot because the sign she asked for seemed to appear right when she needed him even if he was a feral little thing…

(Bonus/the stupid idea that popped into my head that made my dyslexic brain spiral down into making a whole character and background story of how Eclipses met her. This is after eclipse and Zoe have been ‘friends’ for a little while and something happens that makes his brothers and the gardener meet Zoe because of course eclipse knows where his older brothers are and has been keeping track of them. I hope I got eclipse personality right and you had fun reading and it's not a bunch of gibberish lol) 

Around the table is tarped up, and there is a garden hose running from one of the windows to the table. The Gardner shakingly holding the hose watching eclipses, Zoe sitting at the table looking relaxed with one of those metal flat cookie baking sheets in one hand and an oven glove with fingers on just in case a fight broke out, to hopefully lessen the burns and bite marks if she had to grab eclipse off one of his brothers, though moon had doubts this humans could move fast enough to stop any of them. They had decided to try and talk this all out with the human's help. Inside so no one could fly off or just attack and run as the house was close up and all of the fairies were standing at the table. Sunny had been the one to come up with the water hose idea worried about the house getting damaged. Eclipse moves away from Zoe about to start talking, already moving his arms around a little as he walks closer to the Moon, Sun, and Lunar. The Gardner panics squeezing the handle of the hose only to get sprayed in the face as Zoe had blocked the water with the baking sheet making the water go everywhere but the table her hand moves blocking Eclipse's path as she looks over at the Gardner that had fallen out of their chair in their panic and smacks then on the head with the pan “you want an early grave dumbass?” 

“Language! It's not nice to hit people!” Sunny shouts from behind the moon 

“It's not nice to try and spray people with water either, it was like they were trying to piss off Eclipse right off the bat.” Zoe huffed, rolling her eyes she barely tapped them. They were fine. 

“Language!” 

“Oh dammit, this is going to be harder than I thought.” Zoe huffed rubbing her head already feeling like she going to get a headache as the gardner picked themself up of the floor know wet and thoroughly embarrassed 

“Language!” 

“...dammit a bad word?” Zoe asked confused. angry sunny noises, eclipse cackling and the Gardner is stumbling through an apology. 

#fairy au #dca fairy au #fairy eclipse #black sun fairy #fnaf eclipse #fanfic